#I feel like I had more to say but my mind trailed off

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All Of Your Pieces (22 - The Warmest Winter)

Chapter Summary: But when you touched her that night, slow and careful, when you pushed into her for the first time and her breath hitched so beautifully—it was like watching someone unlock a part of themselves they hadn’t realized was hidden away. Wanda clung to you, her body trembling, moaning your name like a god in her prayers.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader Chapter word count: 5k+ | Chapter Tags: smut, breeding kink, oral sex (r receiving), enchanted strap (wanda receiving), somnophilia, tooth-rotting fluff, y/n and wanda being modern idiots in love

A/N: More smut and bittersweet girlfriend stuff before we the start of the end of part 2. Enjoy! // More author's notes here.

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In the days that followed, you didn’t sleep. Because Wanda didn’t sleep. Because neither of you could stand the thought of closing your eyes and missing one more piece of each other in the dark. Wanda breathed beside you and you heard her heartbeat through the thin cotton of her T-shirt.

One particularly late evening—closer to dawn than night—you were both propped up in bed, backs against the headboard. Wanda sat with her legs folded to the side, absently tracing circles on your arm as she studied your face. She said, “I sort of used Vision to get over you,” then looked away in shame, picking a loose thread on some carnival-prize blanket. “But we had a connection,” she continued, “from the Mind Stone. He was the first person who made me feel welcomed. Cared for. In a way, he was my best friend.”

You hadn’t noticed you were scowling until Wanda glanced at you with a tiny, bemused smile. 

“What’s with the kicked puppy look?”

“I’m your best friend,” you said.

Wanda gave a lopsided grin, the ghost of her smile tipping into something teasing and a little sad. “Oh, so you’re jealous,” she said.

You swallowed hard. “He was a friend, but I’m—”

“You’re my best friend now,” she interrupted smoothly. She turned, tucked one leg under the other, and leaned closer. You caught a waft of laundry soap and shampoo. In your head, that smell was already labeled Wanda, like it was trademarked. This was what staying awake with Wanda meant—you were always one flutter of her lashes away from your heart stalling.

“Don’t mind me,” you said, shrugging like you didn’t care as much as you did. “I just thought we had a monopoly on best friend status, you know?”

“We do.” She slid her hand around the back of your neck, a gesture that made your muscles go slack. “You’re my girlfriend. My best friend. Sometimes my favorite enemy.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “My… my short-order cook when you’re feeling nice… you’re everything.”

A pulse throbbed in your throat, strong and heavy like a misfiring engine. You’d waited a lifetime (or so it felt) to hear her say that. She leaned in and kissed you on the cheek. For a moment, all the sensations you’d collected—her warmth, her scent—threatened to short-circuit you.

Her breath fanned across your ear. “Everything,” she repeated before angling your face toward her just so, allowing her to kiss you properly (but also a bit messily).

The carnival blanket slid off her lap, revealing pale thighs covered in goosebumps.

You let out a shaky breath when Wanda pulled away just enough for your foreheads to brush, her body half-draped across your lap.

“We should… we should probably get some sleep,” you mumbled, though it lacked any conviction. 

“In a minute,” she murmured before pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, trailing down along your jaw, and then lower, to the sensitive spot just beneath your ear.

You tilted your head slightly, giving her more access without even realizing it. “What are you doing?” you asked.

“I’m going to prove that you’re my best friend… and much, much more.” You felt her smile against your neck before she continued, her mouth moving lower, placing open-mouthed kisses down to your collarbone. 

“Wanda…” you tried again, before you could completely lose yourself to the sensations she’s giving you.

Her hands were already sneaking under the hem of your shirt, her fingers tracing light patterns over your stomach, leaving fire in their wake. “Do you trust me?”

“Yeah,” you breathed.

You shivered. She smiled.

“Good.”

She kissed you again, slow and deliberate, her hands slipping lower until they were toying with the waistband of your shorts. In the next moment, she began tugging them down your hips impatiently.

When she settled between your thighs, her breath hot against your skin, she tilted her head, biting her bottom lip. “You know… I read something online.”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, trying to look at her past the heat smothering your brain. “Wanda, honey, aren’t you tired? It’s almost 4 a.m.”

She smirked. “It’s Saturday.” Like that explained everything. “Besides, I read somewhere that sleep is better after an orgasm—or two.”

“Wanda…” Your voice cracked.

“Shh,” she soothed, her fingers grazing up your inner thigh, so slow it was almost torturous. “Just relax. Trust me.”

You felt her lips press a soft kiss just below your belly button before she moved lower. Instead of diving in right away, Wanda tilted her head and began with something… different. Her lips formed an “O” shape as she exhaled softly against you.

You opened your mouth to respond, but whatever you were about to say turned into a sharp gasp as Wanda pressed her mouth to you.

Warm. Wet. Her tongue grinding against you, slow at first. Lazy. Like she had all the time in the world just for this.

You moaned softly, your head falling back against the pillows. “Wanda… please…”

But she didn’t stop her teasing. She switched to her fingers, spreading you open slightly with one hand while her tongue traced impossibly light, slow figure-eights over your clit. Wanda wasn’t just doing this—she was studying you, learning how each tiny movement made your body respond.

“God, you’re so sensitive,” she whispered against you, her lips brushing against your skin. “Every time I move, you flinch. I love it.”

You let out a shaky breath, gripping the sheets beneath you as she continued her maddeningly slow rhythm. 

Suddenly, Wanda pulled back, lips slick with your cum, breath heavy against your inner thigh. A sly grin crept across her face, her eyes glinting crimson for just a moment. You felt it before you saw it—a surge of her power blooming low in your belly, spreading out in lazy, electric pulses that made your thighs clench.

“You trust me, right?” she asked softly, just wanting to check on you before she could proceed with her little “experiment”.

You nodded, because speech was impossible at this point. Your tongue was useless, your brain almost nonexistent.

Wanda smirked as her fingers left your hips and trailed upward, her palms gliding over your stomach before settling firmly on your breasts, her thumbs grazing your nipples. She squeezed gently, her thumbs circling slowly.

But that wasn’t all. Something teased at your core, an invisible touch that circled your clit with a precision no human fingers could mimic. 

“Wanda, what—how are you doing this?”

“Let’s call it… improvisation.” Her thumbs traced slow circles over your nipples. “There’s not exactly an article for this kind of thing. No ‘10 Ways to Use Your Powers in the Bedroom’ blog posts out there. So, I had to figure it out myself.”

And then she ducked her head, her tongue sliding inside you without preamble. For a brief, dizzying moment, you wondered if she’d somehow managed to make it longer because it felt like she was reaching places you didn’t think were possible. Or maybe it was just the overwhelming flood of sensations—the pull at your nipples, the ache at your clit.

Either way, one thing was certain: Wanda was going to kill you with sex. If not tonight, then someday—and you were pretty sure you’d welcome it.

And oh—it’d be the sweetest death.

Her hands, still full of your breasts, squeezed rhythmically, in time with the undulations of her tongue. You twisted the sheets in clenched fists, your body a string pulled taut, vibrating with tension. 

“Wanda—fuck,” you choked out, your hips rolling up to meet her mouth, chasing more, chasing everything.

The climax when it came was cataclysmic, a seismic event that you had absolutely no control of. Your body arched, your hands clutching at the sheets, at her hair, at anything you could hold onto as you fell apart under her mouth, her hands, her power. You screamed her name—loud and shameless—as dawn crept through the curtains, the sound so vulgar, it made your upstairs neighbors retaliate with furious bangs on the ceiling.

As the waves receded, leaving you shipwrecked and gasping on the shores of your bed, Wanda crawled up your body with the grace of a satisfied predator. She swept your hair back from your sweat-damp forehead before wiping the corner of her mouth, making sure you caught the filthy evidence of what she’d done to you. 

You gazed up at her, your eyelids heavy, exhaustion and drowsiness pulling you under with every slow blink.

“So?” she whispered, pressing kisses here and there, so tenderly that it lulled you further into slumber. “Did I… prove my point?”

You could barely speak, could barely breathe, but you managed to crack a weak smile, your hand finding her cheek. “Point taken… Maximoff.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, sleep took you easily.

—

You’d always heard about Scotland’s breath-stealing winters, and after spending the last few years in New York, you thought you’d be prepared for the worst of it. Clearly, you were mistaken. Your breath steamed in the icy air as you struggled to breathe through your stuffy nose, hands buried deep in your gloved pockets. You hurried home, desperate for the warmth of Wanda—or any fragment of heat, for that matter.

It was, unequivocally, your least favorite season. 

When you pushed open the door to the apartment you’d been sharing with Wanda, warmth greeted you like an old friend, but it wasn’t the scent of soup or candles that stopped you dead in your tracks—it was Wanda, in just a towel, standing barefoot in the bathroom doorway with wet hair dripping onto her shoulders.

She was holding up two bottles of hair dye, one in each hand—crimson in her left, blonde in her right. She was wearing one of your oversized sweaters, sleeves hanging over her hands, and her expression was deadly serious.

“Someone told me today I look like her,” she said, lips pursed.

You dropped your bag by the door and cocked your head. “Her…?”

Wanda raised an eyebrow, and it clicked. 

“Ah. The ex-Avenger from Europe,” you said, echoing a comment you’d once read on an internet forum back when Steve’s so-called “rebellion” was all anyone could talk about.

She rolled her eyes, shaking the bottles slightly, as if demanding you make a choice. “Well? Pick one.”

You stepped closer, taking a moment to really look at her—the damp hair clinging to her neck, her bare feet pressed into the rug, the tiny crease between her brows. You pointed at the crimson bottle with a teasing smile. “I’ve always had a thing for redheads.”

Wanda froze. Her eyes narrowed into dangerous little slits, and you felt the temperature in the room drop about ten degrees.

“Oh,” she said slowly, voice dropping into something lethal. It was a tone you rarely encountered—Wanda was usually such a delight to live with, even when she’d accidentally burn dinner after getting distracted by a show on TV. In those moments, she'd let out a string of curses in her native language—the sound so strangely thrilling, it always made your mouth go dry.

Now, though, it just made you incredibly nervous.

“Have you now?”

The smirk faded from your lips. “Hey… I didn’t mean—”

“No, no, please—elaborate.” She clutched the crimson bottle tighter in her hand. “You’ve always had a thing for redheads? You mean like Natasha?”

You snorted—actually snorted—and then doubled over laughing. “Oh my God, Wanda, are you serious?”

Her green eyes zeroed in on yours like crosshairs, and the amusement drained from your face as fast as it had come.

“Oh no,” you said, holding up your hands. “Nope. Nope, nope. That’s not what I meant.”

Her silence was withering. 

You took a careful step towards her, trying to suppress the grin that kept threatening to break through. “Wanda… ew. That’s like saying I have a thing for my sister.”

Her glare softened—barely—but she still looked like she could throw you into a wall without a second thought.

“Seriously,” you continued, taking her chin and running your thumb over it, trying to make her pout go away. “Natasha was, like, cool aunt vibes. Protective, scary when mad, and way too good at throwing knives. Not exactly my type.”

She looked down at the two bottles in her hands before giving you a side-eye that still had a bit of venom in it. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I’m lucky you’re cute.”

“But just so you know, if you did have a thing for Natasha, I would’ve fought her for you.”

“Oh, baby,” you cooed, leaning in until your noses nearly touched. “She would’ve mopped the floor with you.”

Wanda scowled. You kissed her quickly before she could retaliate, pulling away with a smirk as she swatted weakly at your shoulder. “So, crimson it is?”

You grinned. “Crimson. Always crimson. But for the record, I’d love you even if you were bald, Maximoff.”

She smirked, stepping back toward the bathroom. “Good to know. But if I’m bald, you’re shaving your head too. Deal?”

“Deal,” you said without a second thought, grinning as you leaned against the doorframe to watch her disappear into the steamy bathroom.

—

Winter had a way of shrinking things—streets, schedules, daylight hours. Even the library wasn’t immune to its grasp. Closing hours crept earlier and earlier as the season deepened, and the thick blanket of snow outside made even the warmest buildings feel temporary. On most days, you’d shrug on your coat, wave goodbye to your coworkers, and sometimes let yourself be talked into grabbing drinks at a pub down the street. It wasn’t that you loved the company or the overpriced beer, but killing time felt easier when it wasn’t in an empty apartment.

Wanda’s schedule, though, was immune to its bite. The orphanage couldn’t afford to, not when so many of the volunteers called in sick or flaked on their duties. “It’s not like they’re getting paid,” Wanda had said once, brushing snow off her scarf as she explained why she was pulling yet another double shift. “They don’t have to come in.”

But Wanda did. Of course she did. The kids needed her, and Wanda didn’t know how to say no to people who needed her.

Meanwhile, you found the apartment unbearably empty without her. On days when Wanda was busy, you’d escape to local pubs or any lively spot just to distract you from her absence. Sometimes, you’d stay up late, a book forgotten in your lap as you lost yourself in thoughts of Wanda. You’d wonder how she was doing and toy with the idea of picking her up yourself when she missed the time she was supposed to be home. And then, just as you were considering it, Wanda would walk through the door, cheeks flushed from the cold, exhaustion etched into every line of her body—but her eyes would still light up when she saw you waiting there.

But on your busy days, when Wanda had the apartment to herself, she didn’t seem to need anything more than her own headspace. She was a homebody at heart, content to stay curled up on the couch flicking through channels, or stretched out with headphones plugged in, music carrying her away to places you couldn’t follow. 

One evening, the smell of fried street food still clinging to your coat, you came home to find her like that. She was lying on her back, legs crossed at the ankle, hair spilling out around her like ink on the pillow. Her eyes were closed, but her lips moved softly, forming the words of a song you recognized only after a moment.

“Oh no, I’ve said too much… I haven’t said enough,” she sang. You giggled softly. It wasn’t the kind of voice meant for an audience—there was no showmanship in it—but you could tell she enjoyed singing and didn’t care if she was out of tune—she always felt her way through a song.

“That’s me in the corner… that’s me in the spotlight…”

You stood there for what felt like forever, torn between two instincts: walk over and nudge her foot, let her know you were there, maybe tease her a little for being so emo on a Wednesday afternoon… or turn around quietly and start making dinner.

You picked the latter. You started chopping vegetables for a quick soup, letting Wanda’s voice serve as your background music while you worked.

By the time she finally came out, her hair a little mussed and her cheeks faintly flushed, the soup was simmering, and the music had stopped.

“You’re home,” she said, surprised, brushing her hands through her hair as if to straighten herself out.

“Yeah,” you said, smiling as you stirred the pot. “Heard you singing. It was nice.”

Her blush deepened, and she laughed softly, leaning against the doorway. “Didn’t know I had an audience.”

“Always,” you said, grinning. “Even if you don’t know it.”

She padded over, wrapping her arms around your waist and pressing her face into your shoulder, her hair warm from the heat of the apartment. 

When she pulled back, there was something mischievous brewing behind her eyes.

“Can I see your phone?” she asked casually.

You blinked at her, already fishing it out of your pocket. “Sure, here—” You handed it over without thinking, only for suspicion to settle in the back of your mind a second later. “Wait, why?”

Wanda didn’t answer. Instead, she grabbed her own phone off the kitchen counter and started typing. She looked serious as she kept glancing between the two screens like she was disarming a bomb instead of… whatever she was doing.

“Wanda…” you said slowly, narrowing your eyes. “What are you up to?”

“Shh,” she muttered, her tongue peeking out slightly in focus. A few seconds later, she finally looked up, holding both phones triumphantly. “There. Done.”

“What’s done?” you asked, snatching your phone back and scrolling through your notifications. You blinked as you saw her name under a newly added location-sharing app.

“Now we’re sharing locations,” she said simply, holding up her own phone to show you the notification. “It’s synced. So I can see where you are, and you can see where I am.”

You stared at her. “Oh. Well… okay.”

“It’s practical,” she said, leaning against the counter with her arms crossed. “If you’re stuck somewhere, or if I’m out late at the orphanage, now we don’t have to text back and forth asking where we are.”

You knew it was practical—and if you were being honest, you’d thought about it yourself more than once over the past few months. The tracker you’d slipped into her jacket back when you were chasing her still sat in a hidden vault beneath the floorboards, gathering dust alongside your real passports and the documents tied to your true identity. It was easy to forget you’d once lived an entirely different life. The thought of Wanda wanting to track you on her iPhone was something the old you would’ve found almost laughable.

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “That sounds an awful lot like something a clingy girlfriend would say.”

Wanda rolled her eyes, but her smile gave her away. “It’s also something a responsible girlfriend would say.”

Winter raged outside. But your chest never felt this warm, this full.

“I love this life with you,” you blurted out. 

“Good. Because I’m not going anywhere. And now, thanks to technology, neither are you,” Wanda said.

You laughed, pulling her closer for a kiss. “Guess I’ll just have to get used to being tracked by my girlfriend.”

“I’m afraid so,” she said with a smirk, pulling you back into her arms. “And don’t even think about disabling it. I will know.”

—

A strap arrived in a discreet box days later, tucked under other deliveries. And you didn’t even know your girlfriend ordered one until Wanda insisted you open it together, the two of you sitting cross-legged on the bed like kids about to open a birthday gift. She blushed furiously as you adjusted the harness around your hips, laughing nervously when you made a playful pose in the mirror.

But when you touched her that night, slow and careful, when you pushed into her for the first time and her breath hitched so beautifully—it was like watching someone unlock a part of themselves they hadn’t realized was hidden away. Wanda clung to you, her body trembling, moaning your name like a god in her prayers.

—

But Wanda was nothing if not a fast learner.

The first time she’d pinned you down and taken control, she’d been nervous, biting her lip every other second, checking if you were okay. But now—weeks later—there were times when her confidence left you breathless. When she’d pull you onto her lap on the couch, her hands bold as they explored every inch of you. Times when she’d whisper filthy things in Sokovian into your ear, her teeth grazing your skin as she smirked against your neck.

But nothing—not even those moments—could’ve prepared you for that morning.

—

You were deep in sleep, wrapped snugly under the blankets, utterly unaware.

Wanda straddled your hips, her hair a wild cascade over her shoulders, her green eyes darkened with anticipation. She’d been awake for a while, watching you, her fingers ghosting over your bare skin, tracing patterns that had no rhythm but were steeped in affection. She was learning—about herself, about you—and this morning, she decided to take control.

The strap-on was securely fastened around your hips, enchanted by Wanda just minutes before. To test her spell, she began to stroke it, drawing out a faint whimper from you—it was working; you could feel everything she was doing.

Her heart threatened to beat out of her chest as she lined herself up, biting her lip to stifle a moan at the sensation of the head pressing against her slick folds. Slowly, she sank down onto it, her body trembling as the toy filled her inch by inch.

“Y/N… nghh…” Wanda gasped once you bottomed out inside of her.

Your eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep, only to find Wanda above you, her body already moving slowly against you. The sight was enough to jolt you awake, the combination of her flushed face, the way her nails dug lightly into your chest, and the intense sensation of being inside her making your breath hitch.

“Baby? What—” you started, but she cut you off with a kiss, her lips demanding and insistent.

Her hips rolled eagerly, grinding down onto the strap as the enchantment worked its magic. You gasped against her mouth, your hands instinctively finding her waist, gripping tightly as you tried to slow her down.

How could you possibly feel every ridge, every curve, every soft part of Wanda so vividly? How could her powers do this? How could she craft something so tender and so devastating all at once? You couldn’t help but be in awe of her—not just because of what she could do, but because of how she chose to use it. She could’ve had anything, bent anyone to her will, yet she was pouring all of herself into this—into you. 

Your eyes drifted lower, drawn to where your bodies met. You watched, entranced, as Wanda sank down onto the strap, her slick folds parting around the silicone shaft with every roll of her hips. The toy glistened wet with her arousal, disappearing into her before reappearing, glistening and coated and, fuck—

She was warm, wet, and impossibly tight, and the way she rode you with growing confidence made you dizzy.

You wanted more.

The next time Wanda sank down onto you, you stilled her hips with firm hands. Her eyes snapped open, wide and questioning as she let out a shaky breath.

“Y/N…?” she whispered, her voice trembling as her hands settled on your shoulders.

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you gripped her waist and rolled your bodies, switching positions with practiced ease. Wanda let out a soft gasp as her back met the mattress, her hair spreading out like a halo around her flushed face.

You hovered above her, pressing your forehead to hers briefly before leaning down to kiss her—slow, deep, deliberate.

“Trust me,” you murmured softly against her lips before pulling back.

She nodded, breath hitching as you sat back on your knees and grabbed the back of her knees, spreading her wide. Carefully, you pushed her legs upward, folding her almost in half until her ankles rested on either side of your face. Her hips tilted up, her ass barely touching the mattress, leaving her completely open to you.

The sight nearly undid you.

You adjusted your position, aligning yourself with her soaked entrance, and pushed in slowly, watching every inch disappear inside her. Wanda’s body arched off the mattress, a broken moan escaping her throat as you bottomed out.

The angle was divine. You could feel every flutter, every squeeze of her walls around you. The tight heat around you made you clench your jaw, fighting the instinct to chase your own release.

“Look at you,” you rasped, “you’re taking me so well, Wanda. You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”

Wanda cried out, her head tipping back against the pillow, her hands clutching the sheets as you filled her completely. Her walls fluttered around the strap, her thighs trembling as you pulled out just enough before pushing back in, deeper this time.

“You feel that, baby?” you murmured, your eyes fixed on the spot where your bodies met. “You feel how deep I am inside you?”

“Yes—oh god, yes,” Wanda gasped, unable to do anything but let you use her however way when she couldn’t literally do much else in this position.

That’s when a thought hit you.

Your rhythm faltered for a brief moment as the image seared itself into your brain—Wanda, her hands resting protectively over her belly. It wasn’t even physically possible, you knew that, but the idea of it… of leaving something permanent, something undeniably yours inside her—

Wanda’s eyes blinked open, glazed over and hazy with pleasure, but sharp enough to notice your hesitation. “Y/N?” she whispered softly.

You shook your head quickly, leaning down to press your forehead against hers. “I’m okay,” you murmured, your lips brushing against hers. “I just love you so much. You don’t even know.”

Her breath hitched as you started moving again, deeper, slower, like you were savoring every moment, every second inside her. Your hands roamed over her stomach, your palms pressing flat against the soft skin there before trailing up to cup her breasts, your thumbs flicking over her nipples as Wanda let out a guttural cry.

“You’d be so good for me, Wanda,” you murmured, beads of sweat dripping down your forehead as you picked up your pace. “So perfect. You’d take everything I give you, wouldn’t you?”

Wanda could only nod as you continued to hit something deep inside her. 

“Say it,” you demanded through gritted teeth, feeling the tight coil in your belly starting to snap. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I—I want it… I want you.”

That was all it took. With a deep, guttural moan, you buried yourself to the hilt, your body shaking as your climax tore through you. The enchanted strap made the sensation almost unbearable—like fire licking at your nerves, pleasure consuming every inch of you as you pressed deep into her.

“Mine,” you rasped against her skin, your voice rough and low. “You’re mine, Wanda. All fucking mine.”

You waited patiently for her to stop fluttering around you, jogging your hips to help her through the tailend of her orgasm. As you slowly withdrew, Wanda let out a small whimper, her body still sensitive from everything you’d given her. You carefully lay down beside her, pulling her into your arms as you tucked her head under your chin.

After some time, Wanda spoke, “Where the hell did that come from?”

You chuckled, the sound rumbling in your chest. “I could ask you the same thing,” you countered, brushing a hand lazily through her tousled hair. “Where’d the idea of waking me up with sex come from?”

Wanda stiffened slightly in your arms, her brows furrowing as she pulled back just enough to look at you fully. Her lips parted as if to say something, but she looked too conflicted to formulate her thoughts.

“Was that… okay?” she asked. “We talked about consent, and, you know, trying things that might be a little risky, so I thought…”

Despite everything, you couldn’t help but smile inwardly at Wanda’s innocence—how, even after all this, she could still be so earnest, so endearingly unsure.

You pressed a kiss to her temple, before murmuring, “It was the best way I could’ve ever woken up.”

Wanda blinked up at you, her lips twitching into a shy smile. “Really?”

You smirked, pressing another quick kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Yeah, really. I didn’t think you had it in you to pull something like that off, Maximoff. But clearly, I underestimated you.”

Her confidence returned in full force as she stood up from the bed, pulling one of your oversized sweaters over her head.

“You know where else you underestimate me?” she said, glancing over her shoulder with a grin. “American breakfast.”

“Bacon is the easiest food to fry, my love. I still don’t understand how you manage to turn it into charcoal half the time.”

She stuck her tongue out at you before hurrying out of the room, her stomach growling loud enough to make you laugh.

The sound trailed off as your phone buzzed—not the one you’d been using these past several months, but the burner phone stashed in a drawer, forever plugged in just in case. Your smile faded as you stared at it, dread draining the color from your previously flushed face.

Fingers trembling slightly, you pulled it from the drawer. The screen lit up with a simple notification: a text from Natasha that simply read, “Talk soon.”

You had always known that this life wasn’t built to last. But it didn’t make it any easier for you to accept the fact that it might be coming to an end.

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Life in the N109Zone w/ Self-Aware!Sylus

You ended up inside of the Love and Deepspace game in a rather painful way because of Sylus. Now that you're here what now? Also did he turn that damn stove off? A/N: MC is still in her main story feelings right now so she’s not emotionally involved with Sylus at this point in time. Thank you to @forbidden-sunlight we all say in unison because they're the reason this made it onto Tumblr. Sunny I appreciate you so much :) Also go check out their work (especially if you like yandere 😚) they're an amazing writer

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After receiving the most mind numbing kiss from a man who shouldn’t actually exist you found yourself sitting at the breakfast nook nestled off to the side of his massive kitchen. Your stomach had growled so loudly you thought it was going to eat you alive in one bite. Your eyes skated over every detail of your surroundings. The pictures in the game didn’t do this place justice how did his house manage to be even more breathtaking in person?

A full spread of food made for a king was displayed in front of you. You were much too hungry to think of being ‘lady-like’ in this moment. You snatched your plate and began filling your plate up with everything you could get your hands on. Once you were satisfied with the amount of food on your plate you sat back, stuffing a piece of French Toast in your mouth. “Hungry sweetie?”

You locked onto those gem like eyes of his and nearly choked on your food. “Yes … a little” Your words were slightly muffled as you talked around a mouthful. You sipped a bit of water and cleared your throat, suddenly feeling shy under his stare. You shifted your gaze looking around once again “So my first….. question…..” your voice trailed off when your eyes landed back on the stove for what felt like the hundredth time. “My food!”

“That’s not a question Princess” Sylus smirked, resting his head in his hand as he continued to take you in.

“No I was cooking when you took me!” You frantically slammed your hands on the table “My stove is still on!” Damn it. There’s no way your entire house didn’t catch on fire. “My place is going to be burnt to a crisp” You were currently losing your mind going over the numerous amount of documents you’d have to replace along with finding somewhere to stay while you looked for a new place. Sylus laughed loudly his shoulders bouncing in amusement. “How the hell is this funny to you? Not all of us are disgustingly rich you know”

Sylus inhaled deeply trying to stifle his laugh “Technically you’re as you say disgustingly rich by proxy now” By now you were on your feet pacing back and forth. Sylus didn’t move an inch as he casually watched you stomp back and forth. Seeing him so calm and even amused at the fact that your house has more than likely burned down didn’t surprise you. He’s rich and he's not the one who just lost everything.

“You know this is your fault” You glared at him, crossing your arms in frustration. If looks could kill Sylus would be a smug corpse right now.

“It would be” He shrugged

“There’s no would be it is your fault since you snatched me out of my house in the middle of the night you bandit”

Sylus’ rich laugh filled the space yet again — his laugh alone sounds like it could buy you a new house. “I turned your stove off sweetie” That fire in your eyes was extinguished expeditiously after hearing those words. Your mouth opened, but no words came out. Sylus smile widened seeing you in such a speechless state. “Unfortunately in my haste I had to toss your food but on the bright side you won’t be going home to moldy food”

“Won’t they be concerned why I dropped everything and disappeared?”

“Perhaps but I'm sure you’ll come up with something” He shrugged.

You drew back in confusion “Me? Why do I have to do it?”

“I mean you could tell them how you were taken to another world via energy manipulation and spent the day with a fictional game character” He quirked a brow seemingly challenging you while simultaneously knowing he held the cards in this situation. A high functioning sociopath at its finest ladies and gentleman. You knew damn well you couldn’t go back home and tell people what's actually happening.

You rolled your eyes with a heavy sigh “I’ll think of something” You slid back into your seat much calmer now knowing your home was safe and sound. “Alright now that I've eaten I can think straight” You could see Sylus ears tint to pink as an innocent smile spread on your lips. Underneath all the bravado and confidence you make him nervous.

“Go on.”

Since Sylus had already explained how he brought you here and how you can get home there really was only one question you needed an answer to. Your palms are clammy and you can feel your heart starting to pound in your chest.

You’re nervous.

Sylus just watches you silently letting you get your thoughts together — the epitome of patience right now. A few deep breaths to steady yourself helped “How can I guarantee you won’t leave me?” Finally the roles had switched and Sylus was the one wide-eyed and at a loss for words. His eyes darted around under furrowed brows trying to find an answer. The idea of staying here and living such a carefree life with Sylus was just that — an idea. The seconds ticked by slowly, sucking all the air out of the room. He tapped his chin lightly which did nothing for the pit forming in your stomach.

He focused back on you after what felt like hours and spoke in a leveled tone “I speak through my actions Princess let me prove myself” His large palm covered your hand that was fidgeting with the utensils on the table. You couldn’t help the feeling that blossomed in your chest from the simple gesture. “Also since becoming as you say ‘self aware’ I've seen every timeline of her love interests” Sylus’ eyes flashed with disappointment for a second, but it dissipated as quick as it came. “She has options” You expected his tone to be sad, but it remained leveled. “In our past she showed me that I can be loved unconditionally and selflessly” You were about to tell him why thats even more of a reason to stay with her but he continued “I want to make my own choices instead of being told who my lover is” He squeezed your hand before bringing it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, “I want you”

You could tell by the way his eyes softened that he meant what he said, but there was still no guarantee. “That’s not enough Sylus” Your answer has Sylus’ brows shooting up to his hairline. You could practically feel your heart sinking as he quickly gathered himself and set that stoic expression back in place. “I can’t stay here and I know you’re going to end up leaving me for her she literally has the other half of your soul”

“Why don’t we raise the stakes then?” Sylus leaned back in his seat with a mischievous look on his face. You narrowed your eyes at him in suspicion.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Give me two weeks” He stared deep into your eyes with a smirk “I’ll sever the bond and get the other half of my soul back” The soft scrape of a bowl caught your attention. Your eyes flicked down to see Sylus sliding a small bowl of pomegranate seeds towards you. “How's that sound?”

“That sounds risky” You plucked a single seed from the bowl a gently rolled it between your fingertips.

“Is that a no?” Sylus challenged.

“I didn’t say that i’m just saying….” You tossed the seed in your mouth, crushing it between your teeth, letting the tart flavor burst on your tongue “If you die I'll kill you” You shot daggers at Sylus and all he did was laugh. You rolled your eyes already knowing that he was laughing because he thinks you look like an angry kitten or a temperamental hamster. He flicked your nose and you quickly tried to retaliate only for him to snatch your wrist mid-air. You fought his grasp, but to no avail he smiled as he pressed his cheek to the palm of your hand — nuzzling into it with a low hum.

“I promise I won’t die”

You were way too happy right now and even though your logical self in the back of your mind was screaming at you to leave and delete the app — you muted that voice and let your heart run rampant. Nothing about any of this made sense so you’d let yourself have this.

Just once.

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[wooobuddyletsgetnasty]

i have to get this out of my head oops

dick grayson x reader

⚠️: micro-cheating, dick grayson is obsessed, you respect yourself and LEAVE his ass, sexual content (M masturbation), dick looks at pics/vids of you without your consent like a little heart broken loser— blah blah blah

(you can imagine any version of dick you want)

maybe you should have put your foot down sooner, in fact, you absolutely should have.

you feel pathetic— like you wasted time on him. you shouldn’t worry when he’s out late vigilanteing— but you do. what if she’s there? what if she’s the one he thinks about when it’s late and he’s tired and alone?

you’ve seen slivers of conversation. nights where he can’t be bothered even to speak to you, all followed by you discreetly peeking over his shoulder, just to see her name. you always plan on confronting him, telling him you’re not stupid and you know what he’s doing but then— then you go to bed, and he wraps you up tight in his arms, kisses your shoulders, and you forget.

you should have known better— you should have learned from past mistakes but you chose to believe it isn’t what it is, what you know is true.

you love him, but he doesn’t love you back.

in theory, he does love you— but not the way you love him. not the way your love makes you drop everything, scurrying to place yourself accessible for every single fucking thing he needs, not in the way you turn off your phone— itching to hear him talk, not in the way you cut off anyone that could be a threat to your blooming relationship.

he doesn’t love you the way you love him and you’re okay with that— at least for a little bit. you can take the pain to the face. you allow yourself to feel what you feel— and then you swallow it.

you’ve wished for him for years, loved him for years. and you convince yourself you can live like this.

——

you can recall the exact day, the exact moment that makes you question everything about your relationship.

dick is standing in the kitchen of his apartment, dressed well and smelling like every dream you’ve ever had of him. he’d invited you over after work, saying sweet lines about missing you and wishing to see you.

you peer at him with curious eyes, asking instantly, “i thought you were off today— where have you been?” the breath is sucked from your lungs instantly, “well— kori needed my help with something today so i drove over.”

you pause in the doorway, heart beating loud enough you can’t hear anything but it. you’re hesitant in your next words, “oh— uhm.. you didn’t tell me that you were going to kori’s today..” your voice trails, you’re unsure what to say next— unsure if you should bring up any worries, unsure if you should voice how absolutely uncomfortable the idea of them being alone makes you.

he’s seeing her in the daytime now. using his precious days off to assist her with things she needs. it’s more than just texting— more than just work.

you don’t have the chance to speak your concerns, dick’s million-watt smile pulling you out of any worries you had. he takes your coat and he asks you how your day was— and you forget.

——

the next time— the final time comes on a day that you feel worse for wear.

you feel like you got hit by a fucking trash truck— every bone in your body somehow hurts and you’re tired beyond reason.

you feel bad, like you’re ruining the plans you and dick had made for the day, despite him hushing you softly, promising that he doesn’t mind— promising that he’ll take care of you.

you give in— and you rest on the couch for just a second. a second, that’s all you need, you swear to yourself.

you don’t wake up for hours.

when the first stream of dull light hits your eyes, you’re dazed— confused. the apartment is silent. there’s no tinkering, no TV show playing obnoxiously in the background— there’s no sign of dick anywhere.

your stomach seems to drop impossibly lower— you feel ill, iller than before, and there’s something gnawing— chewing at the back of your brain until you’re sure your right— dick isn’t here because he went to kori’s.

you feel delusional for a second— it can’t be true. he wouldn’t do that to you, would he?— but with each breath, each thought running through your groggy mind, you convince yourself you’re fucking right.

you check your phone with a hesitance you haven’t felt ever in your life.

it seems like your suspicions were correct. a text message from dick is all you see, a text message from over an hour ago— “be back soon— running some errands.”

errands your fucking ass.

——

despite how worn down you feel, utterly heartbroken and impossibly sicker than you felt before your nap— you spend the time packing up things you’ve left in dick’s apartment. clothes, your toothbrush, shampoo and conditioner— miscellaneous nicknacks that you’d brought over with your time spent here, with him.

you’d feel impossibly stupid if he comes home and it was nothing— but you know it isn’t. call it intuition or maybe just fucking crazy but you know it.

it takes just about another hour for him to show face, in fact, you hear him before you see him— soft footsteps on the well of the stairs, the jingle of his keys. you have them memorized and for a moment, just a moment before you tear the future down in front of you, you allow yourself to be excited.

——

he looks happy when he sees you, wide awake and sitting on the couch. he speaks your name in the tone that makes your heart flutter, but he’s stopped short at the site of the bags by your feet.

when you ask this time, there’s no room for argument, “where were you?” there’s something in your tone that makes him avoid eye contact— he’s guilty, and he fucking knows it.

“kori called while you were sleeping— she needed help moving a couch into her new apartment.”

again— the breath gets stolen from your lungs, “and that was your errand?” you don’t even think of mentioning she’s freakishly fucking strong and could put the goddamn couch on her back if she really needed to— it’s irrelevant.

he puts his keys down on the table he keeps next to the door, the noise sending a sharp twinge of irritation up your spine. he nods, mouth instantly opening for whatever bullshit apology you know he will spew.

you cut him off sharply, “i won’t do this.” you take in a deep breath, standing to your full height, “you don’t get to treat me like this.”

your tone is calm, sure— but dick can see it in your eyes, you’re rightfully fucking furious.

“you’re leaving me?” there’s something quiet, something pathetic in his tone when he asks. it throws a wrench in your plan— goddamn him, goddamn dick fucking grayson and his perfect fucking eyes.

you’d spent the hour waiting for him imagining that you’d be tough as nails— sure of yourself. you’d tell him straight that you were leaving and leave it at that.

you don’t feel like that anymore.

“i don’t know.” it’s honest. you mean it when you say it and you can see the sag of relief in his shoulders when you speak it to him.

he shifts, like he wants to touch you, but he seems to restrain himself, “i have to go, bruce called. he needs help in Gotham. please,” he does it again, speaks your name in the tone that makes you melt, makes you think that you could put up with him entertaining kori for the rest of your lives, “please don’t leave— we can talk about this more when i get back.”

you agree to his request.

but— in the end, you lie.

you lug every fucking memory of yourself down the stairs of his apartment— and then, when you make it safely to your home— you block his fucking phone number too.

——

it takes until the morning for dick to realize you’re gone. really gone.

maybe it’s because he’s been out all night— helping bruce, Batman, restrain every criminal that had escaped from Arkham— or maybe it’s because he lingered in Gotham too long, worried about what he’d find when he returned home.

something about you— the look in your eye when you’d confronted him.

you weren’t staying and he fucking knew it— but he left anyways, too scared to watch you walk away, to watch you abandon him.

when he comes home, he hopes to see you cuddled up in his bed, sleeping soundly the way you normally would be on your days off and he’s gone for the night— but instead he finds nothing.

not even an echo of you.

everything you’d ever graced his apartment with is gone.

the air feels heavy with regret, his regret.

dick decides he need to go to bed— he needs sleep.

he will worry about winning you back when he’s back to his normal wits.

——

you’ve changed your phone number.

dick can’t reach out to you even if he’d tried.

it’s been a week— almost two and dick feels like he might crumble. he needs to see you. he needs to speak to you.

he’s so used to you, you and your bright smile— you and the way you show up and liven up any situation. he craves you, the way you rub his shoulders— the way you ease him into relaxing.

but you’re gone and he knows he shouldn’t do it. he knows you’d hate him for even thinking about it— but he can’t fucking help it.

he opens the hidden folder on his phone— the folder full of pictures and videos of you.

full of picture and videos your bare pussy— your whole bare body. videos of you keening for him to touch you, pictures you’ve sent from the safety of your apartment, just for him.

he could just look at the non-lewd pictures of you, of the two of you, but he’s sure he has them memorized by now. he needs something else, something new.

and as he’s looking at them— he can’t help himself. he misses you so much. the way your hair smells, how your body feels against his— the way you taste.

his hands pull at his boxers— just one time, he thinks— and then he touches himself for the first time since you’ve been gone, since you left him.

he touches himself to the sight of you, spitting on his cock when he needs to— to slick himself up, to imagine it’s you, your soft insides he’s sinking into with each desperate thrust of his hips.

he cums with a noise he’s never heard himself make before— calling your name with a sound so pathetic it makes his ribcage hurt.

he deletes the pictures and videos of you, the whole album, the moment he realizes what he’s done.

and then, once he’s settled back into his bed, clean and alone— he cries.

he fucking cries— he misses you so much.

what will he do without the memory of you? he just deleted the last little grip of his sanity.

——

despite his sureness that deleting your photos was the right choice, he feels more empty without them.

the very next night he spends hours— hours, surfing porn sites. he needs someone that resembles you— the way your body looks, the color of your hair, the way you sound.

it takes longer than he anticipated, the sun rising quicker than he thought it would but he finally finds one satisfying enough that he gets the urge to touch himself.

dick grayson thought he was above videos of internet girls. he thought he’d never need to resort back to porn like a teenager but that’s obviously changed now— none of the women willing to fuck him in real life are you.

after an empty orgasm, he pays to save the video.

he doesn’t know it yet, but he’ll watch that video until he’s fucking memorized it.

maybe he’s a pathetic mess but hopefully, wherever you are, you’re happy.

[moonacrefarm]

anticipating love

summary: waiting, expecting and safe. 

contains: MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI, childhood friends to lovers to strangers, second-chance romance, angst, hurt/comfort, slight miscommunication, fluff, 18+ series, mentions of stalking, mentions of cancer, no mention of y/n, smut, cunnilingus, fingering, makeout sesh

authors note: this my first time officially writing smut vs a maladaptive day dream...i can only go up from here (I tell myself as i edited this chapter idk how many times) the smut was fun to write, i had to keep reminding myself to be a little shameless...enjoy!

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06. my love

Laughter bounced off the walls of the cabin, engulfing you and Bradley in a warm atmosphere. Minutes felt like seconds each time your cheeks flushed. 

“I swear I know where I’m going!” 

“By the looks of it, Penny will make it back before I do.” 

“Hey, I’m doing pretty good for having not driven up and down these roads in a while.”

You paused, giving Bradley a small side-eye. He stiffened up and glanced at you anxiously. 

“Did I say the wrong thing?” He inquired softly as if he was expecting a blow. 

You’d given him plenty but the energy was light right now, your body feeling weightless. “Yes.”

He sighed, “I’m sorry Bugs I know I keep–”

“You literally learned how to drive on the I-5. You should know these roads like the back of your hand Bradshaw.” You laughed again, leaning on the window to get a better view of him. His shoulders relaxed, moving his neck side to side,“When I was like sixteen!” He said exasperatedly. 

“Oh please at this point we’re gonna end up in Ramona if you take one more wrong turn.”  

“We’re barely in La Jolla, shush.” 

“That's the thing…WHY are we in La Jolla?” You huffed. 

Penny nor your parent's house was far from North Island, both your father and your aunt preferred a shorter commute. Which for them, was Point Loma. 

“Alright alright, you caught me.” He gave you a small lopsided grin, “You really don’t remember one of our favorite spots?”

Bradley had caught you off guard. In truth, you did forget. It’d been forever since you’d been near the West Field, let alone La Jolla Shores. When Bradley left, anything related to him was pushed into the corners of your mind. You watched as his smile faded, eyebrows creasing in the center.

“Oh my god, you forgot?”

“Can you blame me?” You exclaimed. “After you left anything related to you I just dumped in the back of my head refused, refusing to think of it again.” You put your face in your hands, ears burning from the heat of the embarrassment.

“Bugs you picked this spot out…” He trailed off, his laughter barely concealed.

“Don’t remind me!” 

“I remember how proud you were to show me! Made me close my eyes so I wouldn’t know the way there.”

The spot in question was a little bit past the university, instead of turning onto one of the other main roads, you kept going past the golf course. You’d been hunting for small spots by the shores. You and Bradley grew up on the San Diego beaches, but La Jolla Shores was the last place you visited with Carole before she got bad. After that, you had no reason to be hunting for small nooks and crannies tucked between the cliffs.

Now that it had dawned on you where you were going, it surprised you. Bradley left San Diego scorned of everything it reminded him he lost. 

You looked at him, really looked at him. His cheeks had shed their baby fat, his eyes were a little heavier, and his jaw stronger. The nose you used to outline is more sculpted. Time had worn his face and polished him into a man and you’d never truly noticed until this moment. When he left you there was still some plushy youth in cheeks and a chubbier smile. 

You had no idea what he had been through in the years he was away. 

“Look,” He pointed towards your side, “There’s the campus, we’re close by.” 

Bradley kept pointing towards random things that served as memory markers, the gate that got you all the down the cliffs, the Scripps research building, some new ones you had no idea what they were.

The windy road was quiet save for the wind that got stronger as you got near the beach. The sand was beating against the windows and he double-checked every window was rolled up tight. Lowering down the music he turned to face you, fingers drumming his thighs. 

Before he could get a word in, you unbuckled and climbed over the console into the back seat, stretching out. He raised an eyebrow at you.

“You’re not gonna join me, Bradshaw?”

“Am I allowed to?” 

You cocked your head to the side, “Now that you ask…” 

“Too late I’m already climbing over.” 

You laughed as he lugged his body through the small space. Another reminder of just how much time had passed. He was bigger, all the training had beefed him up a bit, not that you were complaining. Not one bit.

He sat next to you with a huff, legs man spread and his hands hanging over his thighs as he took a deep breath. “You know this car is supposed to be roomy?” 

“It was roomy when we were younger.” You smiled up at him, watching his neck turn a little redder. 

“Yeah..yeah it was.” He trailed off, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. 

“We were awful back then, getting into all sorts of…” He trailed off, “Mischief?” 

He laughed in response, “I guess you could call it that.”

You leaned on his shoulder, legs tucked under you as you watched the waves sallow up the sand. Today must've been high tide since the water was near the edge, much closer than normal. Bradley leaned his cheek on your head, not moving closer, not pulling away, just leaning. 

You both remained quiet for a couple of minutes. You slightly dozed off until he pushed a piece of hair out of your face. Grazing your cheek and pinching the top of your ear. You gave him a small glare.

“Hey, no sleeping on the job.” He said as he tapped the tip of your nose. You scrunched it at him. 

He re-adjusted, leaning on the door and pulling you in so you laid between his legs. Bradley wasn’t as small as he used to be, keeping one leg straight across the back seat, and the other bent off the edge for balance, placing you right so you were laying back to his chest. You leaned your weight on him as he wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in a bear hug. It wasn’t suffocating and you gripped his arms holding him back.

You let him hold you as long as he needed, hearing his deep breaths as if he was trying to memorize your scent, and his hands pressing into your shoulders to make sure you were still there with him. 

“I missed you Bugs, more than words can describe.” 

“I missed you too Bradshaw.” He loosened his grip, using his hands to caress your cheek and your jaw, moving up your nose and to your eyebrows. Outlining your face with his finger, as much as you wanted to let him continue, you also wanted to look at him. 

You shifted away from the back of the seats and threw your legs over his bent one, feet just reaching the console. You were practically sitting in his lap, save for the fact he was splayed out semi-starfish, using the door to keep him upright. You settled on top of his thighs and looked up.

He didn’t say anything and instead gently kissed your forehead. Holding himself there before moving down to your eyebrows, then each cheek and the tip of your nose. 

“No kiss for me Bradshaw?” He huffed a little bit, you’d always been straightforward, to his demise or his benefit. 

“Do you want a kiss Bugs?” You raised an eyebrow. “Question is Bradshaw, do you deserve a kiss?” He laughed his time, head on the window as you felt his body shake. 

“Always turning the tables on me.”

“Hey,” you lifted in your arms in defense, “You always walk right into it.” 

Nodding, he leaned forward once more, “Can I kiss you?” He asked.

This time you paused, “Please.” 

Bradley didn’t hesitate before he slotted his lips against yours. Hands coming down to support your waist as you twisted to give him a better angle. 

Your hands moved to cup the back of his neck and pull him closer, hands threading through his hair and tugging gently. He groaned into your mouth and you opened up to give him more access. 

The taste of the mocktails he had been drinking gave a slight sweetness on his tongue. One of the hands moved between your shoulder blades to push you into him. You didn’t know how much closer you could get but you tried. You engulfed each other more and more after each moment that passed, feeling as if you could finally breathe. 

Your mind was foggy by the time you guys pulled apart, he pulled you into him peppering more pecks all over your face. He couldn’t get enough of you. 

Bradley had come to terms that he’d never see you again, and if he had, that you’d hate him. Seeing you now had resurfaced every urge he tamped down over the years, all the yearning that had followed him across the globe. 

He could never outrun you. Every time he saw you, he clenched his fist to suppress the feeling, the need of wanting to hold you. He missed how you felt in his arms. Having you here now overwhelmed him, but he didn’t care. Not if it meant having you in his life again. 

You took time recuperating, listening to the rise and fall of his chest. Feeling the electricity in your fingertips as you drew meaningless shapes on his forearm, tracing your way up and outlining every detail of his face, just as he had done to you. Feeling how angular he was now boiled up a little grief on the time you guys lost, but he was here, and he was real. 

The silence broke when he started to rasp out the lyrics to Time After Time. A belly laugh breaking through your lips with his off-key singing. 

“Now Bradley…I saw that little performance you did the other day, why am I getting the short end of the stick?” 

This only prompted him to sing worse, pitching his voice high and squeaky during the second chorus. He held your cheeks as he sang to you, singing into them in a half peck until he pulled away to sing the high notes. 

His voice became quieter in the last verse, his tone gentle and lulling you as you hummed along. He hadn’t taken his hands off of you, still caressing your cheeks in small circles. The moment felt familiar and the ache in your chest had turned into a warm glow that radiated through your body. 

You stared at him for a moment longer, cutting him off with another kiss before he got the last lyric out. This one was much slower, controlled. The raw need had turned into something tender. 

He took his time feeling you out, his tongue working yours as his hands traveled up and down your body. Hands teasingly drumming along the back of your ribs. 

His touch was light as if his fingers were dancing across your skin. His other hand moved closer to your front, his thumb sliding under the sideband of your bra and caressing the tender skin. A small moan floated out of your throat. Too lost in what his hands were doing. 

Bradley wasn’t timid, he was savoring every inch of skin he came across. “Bradley..” You groaned out, your own hands sliding down his chest. 

He pulled away, looking at you with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Yes, Bugs?” He asked, kissing down your jaw and to the bottom of your ear. He licked and sucked his way down your collarbone, his hands still kneading your skin. 

“Please..” You huffed out, “Please touch me.” Your voice had gone raw and breathy. Bradley's eye dilated. Taking in as much detail as he could in the low light. He complied with your request, the hand that was already under your bra pushing you up slightly to readjust you and sliding your bra up in one swift motion. You arched your back to give him more access. 

Each movement you made had heat pooling down his body, his breath scalding as he took your nipple in his mouth. If you didn’t know better you’d think he was teasing you, but you did. You knew Bradley. 

He loved pleasing, but just as much as he was a giver he was selfish, he would take his time until he was ready to cherish another part of your body, whether you were whimpering under him or not. Your hands found purchase on his scalp, pulling his head back and he came off you with a lewd ‘pop’. You leaned towards him and kissed him hard, grinding as much as you could into his lap. 

The sense of urgency building between you only got worse as he pulled away from the kiss. Shushing your whimpers. Heat had been building at the apex of your thighs and you were lit hot with need. 

His tongue worked its way back down to your chest, “Let me finish this first.” He looked up at you, and you glared.“Don’t worry Bugs, I’ll take care of you.”

Time felt infinite, his tongue ran over the puckered pink flesh, pawing your other tit until you were practically begging him to fuck you, but Bradley didn’t cave. He hadn’t had you like this in years and he’ll be damned if he didn’t savor every part of skin he touched. 

When he got down to your belly button he shifted both of you, holding your head as he laid you down on your back. You sat up on your elbows in anticipation, but Bradley had other plans. He looked up as he unbuttoned your pants, looking for permission to continue. You nodded. His movements were graceful, as soon as a piece of your legs were exposed he placed well-intentioned pecks, lightly suckling the flesh. 

He’d just pressed a gentle kiss on your ankle when a wave of apprehension washed over you. As if sensing your anxiety, he shushed you, “If it’s too much, tell me now. I want you to be comfortable.” His thumbs rubbing your knees, keeping your legs together. 

Gnawing on your bottom lip had always been a bad habit of yours, Bradley hated seeing the teeth marks you’d chew the sides of your mouth. His thumb reached out to gently tug it mid-bite. “Bugs..” He pressed a gentle kiss to your knee and a shiver ran down your spine. 

Without thinking, your body moved on its own, your legs pulling apart to give Bradley access. You felt vulnerable being exposed to him, allowing him to see just how worked up you were. His silence made it even worse. You couldn't understand what he was thinking, but the nervousness from before was kicking in and your knees wobbled closer together. 

Bradley was having none of it. He laid as flat on his stomach as he could, hanging his chin low as he was enveloped in your scent. A mewl came out of your mouth, “I know,” His lips left a trail of gentle pecks. “I’ll get there I promise baby.” 

The tension was twirling in your stomach, knotting tighter with each mark he sucked between your thighs. “Bradley..” You whimpered. “Please, Bradley...I need you.” You watched a small smirk curve on his face. “I know baby. I can see how wet you are.” 

Had this been anybody else, the shame would have burned your chest red. But this was Bradley, emboldened you thrust your hips up towards his mouth. He pulled his head back. “Bradley!” You cried. 

Unphased, he continued his ministrations. Kissing and pulling the gentle flesh of your outer lips into his mouth. Leaving a trail of spit everywhere but where you needed him. Tears threatened to spill over onto your cheeks. He paused, looking up at you, “Just for your Bugs.” Bradley licked a long thick strip up your cunt, moaning as he tasted you. It’d been years since he last had the privilege and a new hunger sparked in him. 

His lips latched to your aching nub, his thumb pressing at the base of your entrance, massaging your in small circles. Pleasure thrashed through your body and you nearly saw white. His free arm came up to pin your hips down, almost holding you to his mouth. Bradley moaned with each suck to your clit, suckling lewdly. The noise alone had you aching for more. 

His name came out in breathy pants, and each time curse that followed was motivation for Bradley to keep going. Blood pooled into his cock. The head pressing against his zipper as he ground himself into the backseat for friction. Your mewls and whines left his mind hazy. All he knew was he wanted you. He missed your taste, and he was going to make sure he was satiated tonight. 

Your cunt clenched as his thumb teased your entrance. Your body wanton and pliant, he had you molded perfectly to his tongue. He pushed his thumb into your entrance and you gasped. It wasn't enough. You needed more to feel properly filled. 

“Fuck—You’re tight.” He replaced his thumb with two digits, opening you up inside and searching for your sweet spot. Your back arched once more, arm coming up to grab onto the window, onto anything to support you through your impending climax.

Bradley smiled at you from between your thighs. “Did I find it?” His fingers pressing up into you and curling. Your legs latched to his shoulders, hips gyrating to meet his pace.

“Bradley—I’m gon-” You arched again, vision whiting out as he suckled your cunt. “Come on baby,” He mumbled, the vibrations sending shockwaves through you. “Give me the first one.” Your body compiled. Your hands scrambled to latch onto anything to guide you through the heat that encompassed your body. 

As you came down, you registered Bradley's fingers still in you, gently pressing inside your inner walls. He’d been laying gentle pecks on your cunt as your body recalibrated. His teeth marking any free flesh he saw on your inner thighs. 

You moved away from him, hands pushing his head away. But Bradley didn’t budge. You realized too late what he was gunning for when his mouth sealed onto your cunt once more. Continuing his relentless pace as if he never slowed down. 

“Bradley,” You called to him. He didn’t respond, “Bradley!”  You cried. “I can’t—fuck—I can’t.” Scooting yourself up, but it didn’t work. Bradley held you firm to his mouth. 

“You can.” He growled, lapping at your cunt. His eyes had blurred out, dilated, and focused on giving you another orgasm. The overstimulation was clawing its way through your nerves, shooting tingles down into the soles of your feet as you became breathless. 

You were close, so close. Bradley could you feel tightening around his fingers, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “One more baby. Just one more.” He groaned into you, the sound of his voice cresting you over into white-hot pleasure. His hips ground out into the seat one last time, your screams pushing him over the edge to finish. 

He slowed his pace to match your breathing as you came down. Being mindful of your twitching the more he played with your pussy. You leaned against the doorframe, legs lazily splayed open, Bradley between them leaving gentle pecks, each one sending your legs into a spasm. Your handprints had been seared into the window, and you looked down at him with a lazy grin. 

You tugged on his hair to signal him, wanting him up by your mouth to kiss him. He moved, but not before sucking your clit and leaving a gentle kiss on the apex of your cunt one last time. He sat up, massaging your thighs, knowing they’d be sore tomorrow. 

Leaning close, you tugged him to you by the back of his neck, kissing him slowly, tasting you on his tongue. He moaned into your mouth, a cheeky grin on his face, “You sure you can’t give me one more?” He was mostly joking, but you shook your head no, laughing breathlessly at his pout.

You frowned in response, “Bradley, what about you? Let me—” but before you could finish he hushed you, “Don’t worry about me. This was about you and just seeing you get off on my tongue was enough.” He smirked, “Trust me, we both are satisfied.” 

He peppered kisses all over your face, “You did so good for me baby.” He kissed you once, “So so good.” He kissed you again, holding it a little longer, before moving back a little to look at you, fucked out and eyelids heavy, “You’re beautiful.” He murmured. 

You looked at him, noting his puffy lips that would be chapped tomorrow, his flushed cheeks, and the gentle expression he had as he admired you. “I missed you so much, Bradley.” You couldn’t get enough of him, pecking his cheeks and rubbing circles under his jawline. “Thank you,” You whispered, and you meant it. Bradley was extremely generous, but you forgot just how generous he was. 

“I missed you too Bugs.” He held his lips to your forehead, putting your hair behind your ears before shuffling to grab your pants. He was tempted to lick you clean, but your eyelids became heavy with each passing moment and he was sure he’d never hear the end of it if you were any later for your sleepover. 

Bradley was tender as he helped you dress, hands working on your muscles every chance he got. You were always sore the day after and he hadn’t forgotten. It’d taken you a while before you’d noticed your panties missing. Another laugh made its way out of you, “Bradshaw?” You called to him as you got your shoes back on. He looked at you, eyebrows creased. “Just where oh where, have my panties gone?” 

He looked around dumbfounded.  Feigning innocence. “I’m not sure Bugs. They might be stuck under the seat.” You didn’t buy it for a second. “Really?” You questioned. 

“Are you sure they aren’t hiding somewhere in your pocket?” You grinned lazily, enjoying yourself as you watched his neck flush red again. “For safekeeping?” He said meekly. 

“You’re lucky I like you.” You said, pecking him one more time before making your way to the front seat. The wind had picked up, causing sand to coat the car. It’d be a bitch to drive with the window shield, but it was a small price to pay if it meant no one could see just how wrecked Bradley had you. 

He threw a leg over the console, settling into the driver's seat. Bradley stole glances at you. Watching as your frame relaxed into the seat. He reached over and buckled you in, stirring you awake. 

“Shhh…I’ll drive you back to Penny’s. You might be an hour late, but you’ll make it for girls' night.” You grinned. “Ah, Amelia is going to kill me if I’m any later than Penny. Judging by the time, I’m cutting it close Mr.Bradshaw.” 

He kissed you, flattening your hair before starting the car. The ride back wasn’t long. Empty roads meant a 25-minute drive instead of 45. The hum of the car stirred you awake. Wind fitting itself around the car and lightly tapping the windows. You admired Bradley's side profile. He hadn’t realized you were awake and you took advantage of it, “You know…you stare kind of loudly.” He rasped out. 

Your hands came to cover your face. You looked out the window to avoid eye contact and he grabbed your thigh, wanting your attention. “So…you like me?” He questioned. 

Dumbfounded, it took a second before you recalled what you said before knocking out. 

“Bradley!” You exclaimed. His laughter reverberating and leaving a warm glow in your chest. 

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[SDV] SDV Bachelors X Receiving A BJ For The First Time

Summary: Anon does a pretty good job of explaining what’s happening here!

Warning(s): Pure Porn, Whiny Sam + Sebastian agenda, Mean! Jio (per the norm, I love mean men), Alex is gentle with you, Dirty Talking Alex (he encourages you to stop sucking him off and let him eat you out lol), Sam is rough, Reader in Jio's part is a slight bit obsessed, Gentle + Crybaby Jio combo for a bit before he becomes rougher, Jio refers to the reader as a slut and whore once.

Side Note(s): Sorry for the wait, anon! I hope you like this! I decided to only do some of the bachelor's instead of all of them (Lol, mostly cause I wanted to make room for my main man Jio)

Sebastian

I'm going to jump straight into it and say—I firmly believe that Sebastian would be super quiet but twitchy when receiving a BJ for the first time. (Like constantly opening and closing his legs type of twitchy).

Can you blame him, though? He's never received one before!

Pluusss the fact that his crush is giving him a BJ? He would keep wondering if what's happening to him is a dream or not!

And as much as I wanna say that he'd let you take your time— I kinda believe he wouldn't?

Not in a disrespectful type of way, ofc, but in a way that something feels so good that you have to get more of it right then and there. The moment he feels himself closer to his release, his hand would begin to press down on your head while begging you to keep going, that "he'll pay you back right after!"

Not that you need payback, of course, his cute reactions are more than payment enough.

♡ - Sebastian's mind was spinning as his eyes were glued to your lips, shiny with spit as they wrapped around the tip of his cock.

But he felt bad, his legs constantly opening and closing as the feeling of you suckling the tip of his leaky cock...it felt too good. "B-Babe..." He managed to whisper through his teeth, his hand quickly covering his mouth to force down a moan that threatened to escape his mouth. Your brow twitched in annoyance as you looked up at Sebastian through your thick lashes, although he was soooo cute trying to hold back his sounds of pleasure as he was right now...you wanted to hear him. When you had invited him over to hang out, you practically felt him burning holes into your lips with how hard he was looking at them without a single lick of shame!

Now that he was caught and put into a position he was so clearly enjoying, he was shy?

Cute but...you weren't having any of it.

Sebastian whined, trying to get your attention. "Baby...go faster, please." He begged.

You chuckled, the reverberation of the sound making Sebastian once again threaten to snap his thighs closed if it weren't for you holding them open. Thus, you took your lips off of his tip with a lewd 'pop'. "Please?" You tilted your head to the side. "But you're so quiet...you don't seem like you're enjoying it." You sighed teasingly.

His eyes widened. "I-I am!" He gasped. "It's just—Oooh..." His next words slipped from his mind as you dragged a finger up the underside of his cock, trailing along the prominent vein for a few moments before you took Sebastian into your mout once more. He whined at the feeling of your hot mouth enveloping his dick so suddenly again, his chest heaivng up and down with an eed tha tfeew more and more until...he could no longer take it anymore. Admittedly, he felt bad for the thoughts that rushed through the front of his mind as his hand slipped from its position of covering his mouth before finding itself entangled in your hair. All he could think about was how good you were sucking his cock, how the lewd slurping noises that emitted from your lips, glistening with a mixture of his leaky pre-cum and your spit...it all served to make his cock throb inside your mouth as the urge to cum grew even stronger.

And he would.

He swore to himself that he would eat you out to the point of tears once he was done being a little selfish with you!

"Sorry...!" Was the only warning you had before his hand suddenly pushed your head all the way down to the base of his dick. The sound of your shocked whine as the tip of his cock threatened to slide down your throat made him emit a throaty groan. Your hands braced against his thighs even harder as you tried to quickly stabilize yourself and breathe through your nose. Yet, as you looked up at Sebastian through your wet lashes, with the intent to give him a scolding glare, your intentions melted away at the sight of Sebastian's adorable face matching the color of a perfectly ripe apple.

Spit dribbled down the side of his mouth, and his eyes were watery with unshed tears, born from a dizzying pleasure that he wasn't able to hold back as loud moans mixed in with pleas and apologies flooded from his mouth.

"S-Sorry...! Your mouth feels too fucking good..."

"I promise I'll p-pay you back after this, just let me use your mouth...pleasepleasepleaseplease...!"

Those lines along with some others only sent more heat rushing down to your aching pussy, your clit throbbing with need as you began to moan at the idea of Sebastian being just, if not more whiney than he already was now while you bounced up and down on his cock.

But you supposed that was for later on.

Sebastian let out a drawn-out groan as he felt his orgasm begin to creep up on him. "Fuuuckkk..." He said, his head falling forward a little when you begun to choke around his cock, the feeling of your clenching throat in combination with the way you begun to caress his balls making him pant even more as if he were in heat. However, Sebastian forced himself to restrain himself from closing his eyes and only focus on you.

Youyouyouyou.

Your name was repeated inside his head a million times over before he whimpered out the word 'Cumming...' before you felt ropes and ropes of his hot seed begin to flood your mouth.

You nearly laughed at how fast his grip upon your hair faltered, your poor one-night stand freely letting his tears of overstimulation fall before you finally released him from your mouth, stroking his cock a few more times to wring out anymore cum he had left in him before you pressed a sloppy kiss to the front of his thigh. "So cute Sebastian~" You easily praised him before you shakily rose to your feet, and immediately, you took his hand before you slowly led him to how wet your poor cunt was.

You had to endure watching him feel soooo good, all while you were forced to practically edge yourself!

And with how cute he was while he came...you weren't quite done with him yet.

Sam

You guys probably already know where I'm going with this, but— VOCAL SAM FOR THE WIN.

I'll never stop promoting that I think this man is a perv, bonus points if he's super loud and honest about it. Henceforth, I'm going to go ahead and say that Sam would be a dog when it comes to receiving a BJ for the first time.

Panting, moaning, and begging for more. You name it. But it's born out of a more selfish nature compared to Sebastian, though. It's mostly due to him being so pleasure-drunk off how your tongue moves around his cock that he can't really think of being selfless at the moment.

And you best believe, if you even think of trying to stop as a way of teasing him for being so vocal despite sucking him off in his bedroom.

He's definitely taking over and fucking your mouth for himself.

♡ - "S-Shit farmer...how long have you b-been able to do this?"

The two of you were located in Sam's room on his bed. The blonde's baby blue hues were glued onto your lewd form as your head bobbed up and down on his cock. It was Sam's first time having anyone suck him off, he knew it felt good based on all the pronos he's watched on his phone but he didn't know that it could feel this good. To the point the poor man was panting like a dog while his heart threatened to thump straight out of his chest, all as he was hardly able to keep his hips from bucking up into your mouth much less the deep moans that escaped his throat!

However, you could care less, every unabashed moan of his...the breathless ways he'd gasp out your name like a devotee praying to their god went straight to your weeping cunt.

Especially when he started to beg for more. "Fuck—shitshitshit—faster...please...!" The poor man suddenly whined before a pout began to slowly crawl onto his face when you did the opposite and slowed down, all to giggle at him teasingly.

You took your mouth off of him briefly to let a glob of spit drip down onto his reddened tip. "You're so loud, Sam...aren't you afraid that I do anything more that someone will hear you?" You said with faux concern. Frankly, you didn't care if the two of you were caught one way or another, you loved the obvious way Sam made it clear that he craved more of you too much to stop anytime soon! Especially when he looked at you as if he'd go insane if you didn't go back to sucking him off in the next few seconds.

But, Sam didn't care for your teasing words, bucking his hips up slightly in an effort to pull your attention back to his throbbing dick. "Y-You're so worried about me...what about you?" He bit back with a huff that blew a strand of hair from his face. "You look like a reeaallll slut right now..." He continued. "Straight from a porno, babe." You hated how quickly the way Sam referred to you as a slut made your thighs clench tighter together, especially whe he otherwise looked so enamored with you.

"What if someone catches Pelican Town's local favorite farmer, sucking off the dude that works at JojaMart, huh—A-Ah!" You interrupted his words with an impromptu lick to his tip, flattening your tongue as you did so before you took your lips away once more with an obnoxious smack.

"So mean, Sam! Keep that up and I won't let you cum." You chastised.

Oh.

You wouldn't let him cum?

Your words bounced around inside of Sam's head for a long few moments as he quickly recalled how perfect your mouth felt on him, as if you were solely born to service his dick like a wanton whore, how every movement of your tongue...how you would tighten your mouth at the tip as if you had done that trick many times prior. The idea of you being with anyone else? It was obvious that you would've, you were soooo pretty. It was why Sam had fallen for you to begin with; hell, the fact that you responded to his text asking you to come to his house to hang out was a long shot in the dark! But...he wanted to be the last person you were with.

After all, how could he look at anyone else when he felt like he could easily go insane from your ministrations alone? And the longer he stared at you, waiting for you to continue sucking him off...the more he'd grit his teeth together out of impatience as well as annoyance. If you were going to keep on teasing him...he'd simply have to take control and chase after his own orgasm, wouldn't he?

Sam flashed you a smile, one that didn't reach his eyes completely. "Who would've thought the farmer was sooooo mean?" He pouted as his hand went to your head.

He let his palm linger for a second before he suddenly gripped your hair tightly, forcing you to hold still before he fucked his cock up into your unsuspecting mouth.

A groan left his lips at the feeling of your shocked scream reverberating around his dick, through his blurry vision, soaked with his tears of heightening pleasure...he saw the way your hands gripped his bedsheets. And he wanted to feel bad, oh he realllyyyy did. The right thing for him to have done was let you wait to get adjusted to his cock suddenly bullying the back of your throat! But, he just couldn't get over the way you looked right now as he drilled himself up into your sloppy mouth.

Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your skull as spit drooled out from the sides of your mouth, serving to make his already glistening cock even sloppier as those lewd slurping and gulping sounds from earlier restarted in earnest. He could almost—no, he did laugh at the sight of it all. You were talking so confidently earlier!

The least you could do, in his humble opinion, was be able to back your words up and take a little rough treatment without looking as if you were going to pass out all of a sudden! "Hah...hah...you look so fucking sloppy farmer." Sam moaned, more to himself rather than you. "All that talk...and you can't take me fucking this tight throat of yours?" A weak snort left him before it was quickly followed by a throaty groan, the feeling of your teeth just barely grazing his cock making him teeter on the edge of cumming.

But he held himself back; he wasn't through with you yet.

"Y-You said I wasn't cumming? Guess t-that ain't true, right?" He laughed mockingly at how you tried to respond, the sound coming out as a weak, gargled noise before Sam caught how your hips were trying to buck and rub against his bedsheets.

He clicked his tongue, tempted to reprimand you for trying to cum along with him when you were being so mean to him earlier! But...the sight of your tears as well as how you so needily bucked your hips against his sheets...he couldn't bring himself to stop the visage when he was soooo close to cumming. "Fuck...I'm sososo close—!" Sam practically cried out as he threw his head back.

His moans were unabashed now, he could hardly give a damn about who heard him as he lost himself in your mouth, only managing a few more hard thrusts before he stilled completely against your mouth. You were forced to take every single drop of his cum, the salty taste of his spend almost overwhelming before the blonde finally weakened his grip against your head and allowed you to take your mouth off of his dick. But you were disappointed.

You were soooo close to cumming, only a little longer and you would've came with him!

And the feeling of your orgasm quickly dying down nearly drove you insane. "Sammmm...!" You whined as you shakily rose to your knees before you scooted up to his chest, trying to quickly shake him from his post-orgasm high. "I didn't get to—"

A knock at the door stopped you dead in your sentence, even causing Sam to snap his head to look at the door, although his eyes were still a little unfocused. "Shit."

Alex

Okay, so, hear me out on this one—

It's really hard for me to believe that he's never received a blowjob before. But let me say this, I can believe that he's never came from a blowjob before. After all, the poor guy is rocking a third leg in his pants, every girl (and guy) that's seen it has immediately gotten intimidated and backed out!

Not that Alex would judge them, though. He knows he's a big guy! That being said though, I'll also add on that I don't think he'd be much of a head-pusher either when he actually comes across someone who has the courage to suck him off.

But, he would use the opportunity to tell you what he's going to do to you once you're finished "playing around," as he calls it all the while he's petting your head and giving you praise upon praise for making him feel so good.

For your reward for nearly breaking your jaw trying to take him into your mouth, he's giving you head!

♡ - You were so careful in the way you treated him.

It was cute; he couldn't deny or lie about it.

He thought your reactions from earlier were cute already, with how you moaned with every single peck he'd place onto your lips. How he'd teasingly grace his fingers against your sex, groaning at the feeling of how quickly your slick was beginning to soak the center of your underwear. Oh, and he couldn't dare to forget how you, oh so sweetly in fact, begged for him to let you please him instead of the other way around. To be frank, he wanted to deny your request the moment you suggested it, especially when his mouth was practically watering at the idea of tasting you, lifting up your skirt and digging his mouth into your cunt while he kneeled on the floor.

But...as you looked up at him with the cutest doe eyes?

He was unable to say 'no'.

And it was for the best, he thought. Currently, as you slowly stroked his cock and gave tentative kitten licks to his cockhead? It wasn't even close to make him cum but he loved how you were genuinely trying your best to take all of him into your mouth! Even if you only huffed in frustration and went back to teasing his tip in the end.

He wasn't just talking himself up; he really was a big guy. Far too much for an untrained mouth like yours to handle. However, when it came to you? He was more than patient and very much willing to train you. "So big..." You murmured against Alex's cock, his length unabe to stand up fully with how heavy it was.

To say that your jaw was sore after only a few minutes of trying was an understatement, but you were nothing if not determined!

"You're trying so hard." Alex laughed, both in disbelief and out of genuine amusement. You frowned at how composed your boyfriend sounded, nearly fifteen minutes of being on your knees, and you weren't able to do anything aside from getting him to blush a little!

"Y' sure you don't wanna get eaten out? I'm sure it'll feel waayyyy better than this."

You pouted. "I'm sure." You told him stubbornly.

Alex's breath hitched when you quickly returned to licking his tip, using your hands to stroke the rest of him off while you eagerly lapped up his pre-cum. You were so stubborn...it was clear enough to him that he wasn't going to get you to stop anytime soon, especially when you genuinely believed that you'd be able to fit all of him into your mouth in one night!

It wasn't that he doubted you, some sufficient training over some weeks, and you'd reach your goal in no time! But...as Alex's eyes roamed over your form, all before they settled on the exposed top of your breasts, while he remembered just how wet you were from a little bit of kissing. He supposed he'd just have to convince you to get off your knees and let him eat you out already. "Well then, you should hurry up and make me cum babe—" Alex softly gasped at how you moaned around his tip when he placed a hand on your head, beginning to pet you as if you were a loyal pet. "—I have soooo many things I want to do to you once your done down there."

That little movement, one that would've been easy to miss if he weren't paying close attention to you. He knew you had clenched your thighs.

Still, on your knees you remained. "You were so cute when we kissed earlier, y'know? Could feel that eager pussy of yours twitch all over thigh." He laughed. You tried to withhold your soft moans as you clenched your thighs together even tighter. You knew what he was doing. Alex always did this to you, whenever you were being stubborn, he'd always try to entice you by saying things that he wanted to do to you. And...you admitted, it worked so well that it was infuriating.

Thus, you let go of his tip with a 'pop' before you softly glared up at him. "Stop." You huffed.

He chuckled. "Stop what? Am I lying?"

Your silence was his answer. Alex snickered before he gripped your hair, the tight feeling making you hiss a little before he guided your mouth back to his tip. "Don't let me stop you, though...get back to it." He clicked his tongue, as if you were a dog he was trying to encourage to do a trick. "Well? Hurry up, I have so many ideas as to how we can better spend our time after this. Like fucking your cunt into the shape of my cock..."

"Think you can handle it? Maybe not..."

"Look at how hard it is for my sweet girlfriend to fit my dick into her mouth already!"

"I'd train you reeaallll good though."

Each lust-filled word that left his lips had you nearly creating a puddle underneath yourself as thoughts of what the two of you would do together continued to infiltrate your mind, distracting you from your goal of sucking off your hung boyfriend to completion in favor of wanting to be fucked silly already! And the second you released Alex from your mouth once more...he knew he had you right where he wanted you.

"What's wrong? Don't you wanna—"

"J-Just eat me out already...!"

Oh, he was more than happy to oblige you.

Jio

Working him up to the idea of a blowjob is an accomplishment in of itself.

Not only does he have to see you in a romantic light first. He also had to be comfortable with you as well, but once he's there? This man is rocking the dirty-talker + praise/encouraging you to do more + headpusher combo.

"You're sucking my cock so eagerly...have you been wanting to do this a long time, farmer?"

"Such a good girl/boy, keep it up and I may just think about giving you a reward in turn."

"Sorry in advance, I don't think I can hold myself back any longer, my love..." UGH

Let me clarify, though, that the type of headpushing he's doing to you really depends on his mood as well as whether or not you've been a brat or not. On one hand, he doesn't want to cum too fast and risk not enjoying your treatment of him to the fullest but at the same time? If you get too cocky and try to take control via denying him his orgasm, he definitely has no qualms about putting you back in your place!

♡ - It wasn't hard for Jio to pinpoint how the two of you wound up in the position you both were in now.

Earlier that day, you had invited him to walk with you all the way to the Mines, close to the highest mountain peak in all of the valley. Although he was admittedly tempted to decline your request in favor of going about his normal patrols...the way you looked at him with the widest eyes, full of hope and another feeling he wasn't able to quite place...he said yes (and the strange blooming feeling in his chest, one that was only felt when he was around you only encouraged his acceptance).

But as the mid-afternoon slowly rolled over into dusk during your walk.

The underlying tension in the air was heavy.

As if your very souls knew what both of you wanted to say, much less do to one another, despite the two of you hardly speaking a word aside from mild commentary about each other's day or the scenery around you! Thus, when the two of you finally got to the Mines and Jio was just about to turn to leave, your confession spluttered out of your mouth before you could attempt to reel it back in.

The air between the two of you was so silent that you could almost hear the squeaking of the bats deep down in the mines. But a single line from Jio, "Do you really mean it?" He asked. "That you really feel this way about me?"

Although you nodded your head firmly. That wasn't enough for him.

"...Prove it."

Thus, that's how Jio found his back against the rocky wall of the entrance into the mines while you had sunken down onto your knees to suck his cock, your eyes obediently trained onto him per his stern command of you so that he could further see the love and obsession that swam around so clearly within your watery eyes. "Hah...you must've been wanting to do this for a while, haven't you, farmer?" Jio practically purred behind his mask as he looked down at you, a deep red tint coating his cheeks as his hand rested gently on your bobbing head.

Each and every moan of his went straight to your sopping cunt, your tongue swirling around the tip of his dick before flattening against the underside of his cock. The slightly sweet taste of him was addictive, far better than you had previously imagined it to be whenever your fingers would be knuckle-deep inside your greedy pussy, aching for a cock that you originally believed you would never be able to have!

Now that you had him right where you wanted him...you didn't ever wanna let go. "F-Fuck—" Jio cursed when you suddenly deepthroated him, practically clawing at his pants as his cock began to tease the back of your throat. "W-Wait..." He suddenly began to pant, the sudden increase of pleasure making the elf's mind swim as he tried to convince and plead for you to go a little slower. He didn't wanna cum just yet, when he was able to blink back his tears of overstimulation to look down at you...you were so pretty.

Your face was flushed, all the while, despite how you looked as if you were on the verge of going dumb, you looked at him as if he hung the very stars of this world.

Quite frankly, he couldn't get enough of how you looked. As if you were constantly searching for more ways to please him despite doing sooo much for him as you were!

"My love...if you—if you keep looking at me like that—Ah!"

You giggled dumbly as you took your mouth from his cock, your hand quickly moving to stroke him as you relished in the adorable sight of Jio clenching his eyes tightly shut, his hips helplessly bucking into your hand. "Looking at you like whaat?" You teased.

An eye snapped open. "Don't tease." Was his only warning. One that you were about to take seriously until you thought about it.

Normally, Jio was so stoic and serious...to see him in such a state was a treat that, like a glutton, you wanted so much more of! To see him reduced to tears and practically begging to cum? The idea was far too tempting for you to listen, thus, your hand slowly moved up to focus more on his tip while you began to plant kisses along the side of his dick. Each soft, almost featherlight peck of yours made him twitch and throb, whines beginning to ooze out from the elf as he struggled to keep himself upright against the wall when you started to use your palm to massage his leaky tip.

"O-Oooh..." He whined. "F-Farmer..." He panted. "I-I'm warning you—Fuck!" You giggled against his length at his words being interrupted by his own moans.

You trailed your tongue all along the prominent vein on the underside of his cock until you reached the end, licking your lips as if you had just gotten finished with tasting a sweet treat. "Warning me?" You pouted. "What about you, Jio~? You looked like you're about to cum at any moment..." You whispered. You increased the speed of your palm against his hand, the act making Jio practically wail into the air.

Up until he just barely heard your words of "I wonder if I should even let you cum..."

Joke or not, he assumed he would let you have your fun reducing him to such a mess so long as he got to cum but for you to deny it? Like the flip of a light switch, elf snapped himself from the fog of his mind before he gripped the back of your neck and thrusted himself forward. "Apologies, my love—" The term 'my love' made you moan needily despite the feeling of Jio's balls slapping against your chin with how hard he was fucking your face. "—but I believe you've had your fun seeing me in such a state of need, right?"

No.

Far from it in fact, but...it was hard to think of giving him that type of response much less think at all when the feeling of Jio's girthy dick plowing in and out of your mouth made you lose all brain function. And the elf laughed at how you looked right now. Disheveled and teary-eyed, snot threatening to drip from your nostrils as you struggled to keep your eyes focused on him and from rolling to the back of your head. That very sight, though, weirdly enough, only made him want to delay his orgasm even more.

"My love, you look so slutty right now." He chuckled, the noise of his laughter making you moan as you tried to sneakily trail a hand down to slip into your pants and rub at your aching clit.

But he was quick to catch you, delivering a swift punishment via pulling at your hair with a grunt. "Wanton whore." He practically spat. "Don't try to touch yourself when you were just about to make me wait for my orgasm. The least you can do is wait as well, no?"

Jio laughed mockingly at your whine. Oh, he was going to have so much fun with you now that he understood your feelings and exactly where they lay. All he could hope, though, was that no one walked into the mines and caught the two of you in such a state.

[ghosty-zero]

Sonadow one shot number #15: He Lost a Bet

Sonic had been preparing to pay a visit to Tails's workshop to see what he was up to when he received a text message from Rouge. Half the words were spelled wrong, which Sonic quessed was because she had either been in a hurry or was using a new phone she hadn't quite figured out yet. The message read: "Hey Sonic, got a surprise. Come to my place ASAP!"

Sonic smiled. Oooh, a surprise? From Rouge? That could mean anything. He had a feeling it was going to be something good, or at least interesting. She never usually handed things out for free, as she tended to play games with her information, but something in the tone of the text made him want to drop everything and rush right over. He sent her a quick text back saying he was on his way, and took off down the street.

Sonic loved surprises. The waiting part was tricky, but getting the actual surprise? That was always worth the anticipation. He tried to remember if there was some special occasion he forgot, but nothing came to mind.

I guess Rouge must be feeling generous, maybe? Sonic thought to himself as he sped through the vibrant streets of Station Square. In a good mood, maybe? Or... could it be something serious? Oh, what if I'm reading this all wrong and she's in trouble? He pushed the thought aside. If Rouge was actually in trouble, why would she say she had a surprise? That's not her style.

He dashed down the street, sliding to a stop in front of her apartment building. He skipped up the steps and gently tapped on the door. "Oh, Rouge! You better be ready for the fastest hedgehog in the world!"

"One second, he's biting me!" Rouge called back, her voice muffled and panicked.

Sonic froze as he heard growling and grunts of clear protest coming from the other side of the door. Rouge's voice grew more frantic. "Ow! Stop that! You're going to ruin the surprise!"

"Uh...I can come back another time..." Sonic offered awkwardly, his hand hovering over the door knob. He startled when he heard a crashing sound, and was prepared to dart off when the door opened, revealing Rouge with her usual neat and tidy hair in a messy bun, wearing a slightly wrinkled blouse.

She was panting heavily, one of her wings crinkled slightly. "Ah...Sonic...right on...time, as usual," she managed to say between breaths, a hint of a smile playing at her lips despite her flustered state.

"Yeah...what's going on? Did you murder someone in there?" Sonic quipped, trying to peek over her shoulder.

"Oh...I think you're really gonna like what I got for you." Rouge grinned playfully, then dramatically stepped to the side, and Sonic was met with an image of Shadow he never thought he'd see.

Shadow stood before him, looking extremely displeased. He wore a black maid dress with white ruffles and a frilly apron. His arms were folded tightly across his chest, and his teeth were gritted. The room looked like a tornado had swept through it. The furniture was overturned, and there were feathers scattered everywhere. A trail of destroyed pillows led from the couch to where Shadow was standing.

"Ta da!" Rouge announced with a flourish, and Shadow scowled.

Sonic laughed hysterically at the sight of him, falling to his knees.

Shadow groaned. He glanced up at Rouge. "Did you get what you wanted? Can I leave now? Or do you want me to stay and watch you two make out or whatever it is you do together-OW! Did you just kick me!?"

Rouge rolled her eyes. "Shadow here lost a bet and has now become your personal maid, Sonic. His vocabulary shall only consist of the phrase, yes sir. He will wait on you hand and foot until I say otherwise. And, he has to wear that cute little outfit too. Now, as much as I love having you here, I have business to attend to, so you two can play house and I can get some work done. Behave yourselves, okay? Don't break anything, and don't let Shadow break anything either. Ugh, I think he pulled some of my hair out. Believe me, he did not go down without a fight. I think he needs more time to warm up to the idea. I'll come by later to check on you. Ta ta, boys! Have fun! Don't burn the house down while I'm gone!" She winked and closed the door behind her.

Shadow muttered to himself, something along the lines of "I'll kill her...she won't even know what hit her..."

"What was the bet?" Sonic choked between laughter.

Shadow frowned. He spoke through gritted teeth. "She bet me that I couldn't...go an entire day without my coffee beans...damn her...she could me off guard...and then...she...did this to me...curses!"

Sonic smirked. "You really need to stop letting her take advantage of you."

"I need to stop letting her live," Shadow muttered.

Sonic's ears perked up as he noticed the feathers floating down from the ceiling. "Were you trying to fly away or something?"

"I tried every escape route I could think of," Shadow said dryly. "But, now I am stuck with you. You must be so thrilled. What do you want me to do?"

"For real? Is this a joke or something? I can literally tell you to do...anything? Like, anything at all? And you'd actually do it?"

Shadow nodded, wincing. "It appears so."

"Ah, Rouge said you had to say 'yes sir' if I told you to do something. So, say yes sir, and then I want you to say, I am an idiot and I will do everything you say and I cannot disobey you."

"You can't be serious? You could tell me to do something awful, you know."

Sonic waved a hand in dismissal. "Nah, I have more fun ideas, anyway. Man, when she said she had a surprise for me, this is not what I had in mind. But, it's awesome! And kinda hilarious. Okay, so...let's see here..." Sonic pondered for a moment. What should he have Shadow do? He was tempted to ask him to clean the apartment, but that was boring. He glanced over at the kitchen and spotted something that caught his eye.

"I want you to make me some chili dogs. No, wait, make that extra chili dogs!"

Shadow sighed heavily. "Yes sir." He began to march into the kitchen, but Sonic held up a finger.

"Nu-uh, not like that! You gotta do it like you're a maid. Like, in an old-school movie or something! Bow before you speak! Get on your knees!"

"I beg your pardon?! I will do no such-"

Sonic cut him off. "You lost the bet. You must do as I say."

Shadow muttered some choice words under his breath, but dropped to his knees. "Yes, sir," he said in a clipped tone. He glanced at Sonic, who was grinning like a child on Christmas morning.

Sonic wasn't a particularly evil creature, but when a golden opportunity like this one presented itself, he felt compelled to make the most of it. He wasn't sure why, but the sight of Shadow like that...wearing that maid dress, and kneeling down before him? It made him feel things he never thought he would feel towards him. He cleared his throat. "Ahem. I want you to make me some chili dogs...um...like a good maid should."

"Yes, sir," Shadow responded, and slowly got to his feet. He stomped into the kitchen with Sonic close behind. He grabbed the box of chili dog mix and dumped the contents into a large pot. He turned on the stove and set a timer.

Sonic watched him work. Shadow was clearly fuming at the idea of having to cook for him, but he followed through anyway. Sonic found that pretty fascinating. He wondered if he could get Shadow to do even more embarrassing things, like make him cookies and wear a little chef's hat. That would be adorable! But, for now, he was just going to have fun watching him act all grumpy.

"How are you feeling about this bet you lost?"

Shadow gave him the worst glare he could possibly manage. "I hate you."

"What's that? I can't hear you from over there. You have to speak up. Was it something along the lines of 'I will always listen to what you say, sir, because I am your servant'?"

Shadow growled. "I am going to enjoy breaking your kneecaps once this is over."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm shaking in my boots. Just keep cooking! I'm hungry!"

Shadow continued to glare daggers at Sonic as he stirred the chili mixture. After a few minutes, he placed two hotdogs into some buns and began to spread the chili over them. Once he was satisfied with the amount, he shoved the plate at Sonic. "Here. Enjoy your meal, faker."

"Would a real maid call their master faker? I think not. Do it correctly!"

"You really are an ass." Shadow rolled his eyes, then took a deep breath. "Please enjoy your meal, faker, sir," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Sonic grinned and took the plate of food from him. He sat down at the kitchen table and started eating. "I think Rouge and I are gonna be best friends after this. Hey, Shadow, would you mind cleaning the apartment while I finish eating? It looks like a tornado ran through here."

"Yes, sir."

Sonic smiled to himself as he watched Shadow begin to clean. He never thought he'd see Shadow dressed up like that, and doing household chores at the same time? That was even better. He'd have to remember to thank Rouge later.

The last time Shadow ever did anything Sonic said was when they were battling Eggman. If anyone was going to make him do something, it was going to be Rouge or the Doctor, and neither of those options sounded fun. This was going to be a good day.

Sonic finished his meal and wandered back into the living room. He turned on the TV and lounged on the couch.

Shadow walked over to him. "All done cleaning...jerk."

"You're a very grumpy maid."

"Oh, you just love this, don't you? You get off on bossing me around, don't you?"

Sonic smirked. "Maybe. It's kinda fun."

Shadow growled. "It's humiliating!"

"Hey, you lost the bet. You should have been more careful. I think you look cute."

Shadow blushed at this. He folded his arms. "Whatever. I'm stuck with you for a whole day..."

"Why would you even make a bet with Rouge? She cheats at everything!"

"She's the only one who understands the importance of coffee. I needed someone to talk to, so we made a bet over it. I didn't think she'd actually win!"

"Ah, well, enjoy your new life as a maid, Shadow."

Shadow sighed and sat down next to Sonic. "Do you have any more...orders?"

Sonic practically felt Shadow's pride breaking with that sentence, and it was a beautiful sight. "Actually, I do have one more thing I want you to do," he said, smirking. 

"I swear, if you make me do anything dirty, I will kill you."

"You really think so little of me." Sonic clicked his tongue.

"Oh, don't act all high and mighty. I can tell by the look on your face that you want to ask me to do something dirty."

Sonic grinned. "Okay, okay, I admit, there is one thing I want you to do..." He leaned in close and whispered in Shadow's ear.

Shadow's eyes widened in shock and he instantly slapped Sonic across the face. "How dare you!"

"Ow! Hey, bad maid! You can't hit me!"

"You're despicable!" Shadow snapped.

Sonic rubbed his cheek. "That really hurt, man."

"I hope that knocks some sense into you."

"Nope, I still want you to."

"I refuse to be a mere toy to-"

"I got Rouge's phone number, you know. One call and...well, I'm not sure what she'd do to you, but it's not gonna be good. So, I suggest you do as I say." Sonic pulled his own phone out and waved it at him.

Shadow narrowed his eyes. "You're blackmailing me?"

"Yep, I guess I am. Sorry about that."

"I hate you so much right now."

"That's such a shame." Sonic grinned, wagging his tail.

Shadow sighed and reluctantly began to lift up the front of his dress as he made his way over. "Just know that my revenge will be swift and merciless." He muttered under his breath.

Sonic smirked. "You can take your time with that revenge. I'll enjoy every second of this." He chuckled as he reached a hand out towards Shadow.

Shadow slapped his hand away as he lowered himself in Sonic's lap. "Lay one hand on me and I will bite it off."

Sonic waggled his finger in Shadow's face. "Ah, ah, what does the maid say?"

Shadow looked about two seconds away from tearing his head off. Sonic smiled, unbothered.

Shadow sighed. "Do what you please...you absolute piece of vermin that I will dispose of later."

"That's the spirit...I think." Sonic lifted his hands and began to slowly pull at the lace strings across the back of Shadow's dress in a teasing manner.

Shadow let out a low growl as Sonic pulled a few strings loose. His heart was beating fast, and he felt like he was going to pass out any second. Why did he ever agree to this?

"Wow, you're actually blushing," Sonic teased. "Never thought I'd see the day."

"I've already imagined several different ways to kill you, half of which will look like a suicide, but I will take my time to enjoy it all. You are dead, hedgehog. As soon as this is over, you will be nothing but a bloody stain on the wall."

Sonic chuckled as he slowly pulled the strings completely free of Shadow's dress. "Oh yeah, I'm terrified."

"You should be."

"You really have the worst attitude when it comes to this stuff."

"Your fragile bones will break like matchsticks under my grip."

Sonic poked at the ruffled apron. "So cute!"

Shadow scowled. "If you keep poking me with your finger, I'll cut it off and shove it down your throat."

Sonic shrugged. "Whatever floats your boat." He reached for the front of the dress and began to pull at the strings there too. "Hmmm...that looks a little tight...don't you think?"

"I think I can drown you and no one will ever find your body."

"I think you insult me to distract yourself from the fact that you are actually enjoying this. What would people say if they knew that the great and terrible Shadow had a weakness for being ordered around like this?"

Shadow growled in response.

Sonic finished untying the strings at the front of Shadow's dress and pulled the material loose, revealing the chest underneath. Shadow's chest fluff popped out, and Sonic couldn't help but giggle. "Ha! So fluffy!"

Shadow growled again, but it lacked its usual anger.

Sonic gently ran his fingers along the soft fur, then trailed them lower, until he reached Shadow's hips. He paused before going any further, looking up at Shadow for permission. "May I continue?"

"Oh, now the vermin recalls his manners, I see. Fine then...yes, you may continue." Shadow rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by Sonic's sudden change of pace.

Sonic leaned forward and kissed Shadow's neck. He started slow, pressing gentle kisses along the skin, and gradually worked his way up to more passionate ones. He nibbled at Shadow's ear, sucking on the tip as he tugged on the rest with his teeth. He felt Shadow shiver against him, and he smiled. He brought his hands down to Shadow's hips and gently squeezed.

"You're surprisingly soft," he whispered between kisses.

"Be thankful you still feel air in your lungs."

Sonic grinned. "I'd say something snarky in return, but I really don't wanna die just yet. This is too fun."

"I will never forget this."

"Well, I would kinda hope not, you know." Sonic chuckled as he slid his hands under Shadow's dress. He moved them up to his thighs and caressed them, stroking the fur. He rubbed his thumbs across them, squeezing gently.

Shadow closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh. "You're enjoying this far too much."

Sonic continued to massage his thighs, running his fingers through the fur. "I think I'm enjoying it just enough."

"Interesting how you didn't question anything and went right to ordering me around. Almost as if you wanted this to happen from the start. How long have you been planning to humiliate me? I am ashamed that I never saw through your facade. You are a vile creature, hedgehog."

Sonic ignored Shadow's comments and brought his hand up to Shadow's face, stroking his cheek. "You really are pretty."

Shadow scoffed. "Don't flatter me. I know what you want, and I'll give it to you. But, I won't fall for your games. I know how you think. You want me to be submissive. You want me to obey you without question. Well, I'm not going to let you get the better of me. I'm only doing this because I have to."

"You're eyes are pretty," Sonic said, his voice a gentle purr as his thumb traced the line of Shadow's jaw. "And your fur is so soft...it's like stroking a cloud."

Shadow looked tempted to bite Sonic's hand, but he refrained. "Just get it over with," he mumbled, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.

Sonic placed his hand flat on Shadow's chest. "Wow...your heart's racing. Are you nervous?" He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Shadow's ear. "Or maybe you're excited?"

"How much do you value your life?" Shadow growled.

"Kinda a lot, but I've got a feeling you're not going to do anything crazy while you're dressed like that." Sonic said, his smirk growing wider. He leaned back into the couch, watching as Shadow's frustration grew.

"Power goes to your head guicker than your speed, I see." Shadow said, his voice low and filled with spite.

Sonic moved down to the ribbons holding Shadow's apron, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, for someone who's supposed to be serving me, you're not doing a very good job."

Shadow bit back a snarl, but the situation was already too far gone for his pride to make a comeback. He watched in silence as Sonic teasingly tugged at the ribbon holding his apron. With a dramatic sigh, he whispered, "Yes, sir," allowing Sonic to remove it. The hedgehog tossed the apron aside, leaving the black-clad maid in just the frilly dress that barely contained Shadow's annoyance and rage.

"Rouge really dolled you up. Honestly, she takes bets pretty seriously, doesn't she?" Sonic said, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"I shall never make a bet with her again, nor shall I ever touch coffee beans again for as long as I live," Shadow grumbled, glaring at the apron on the floor as if it had personally wronged him.

"Give me a nice compliment for once, will you?" Sonic chuckled, gently stroking the fur on Shadow's cheek.

Shadow's eyes narrowed, but he remained silent, his jaw clenched tightly.

"Come on," Sonic coaxed, "say something nice."

Shadow grumbled, tugging absently at the neckline of his dress. "You're a sadistic little hedgehog, you know that?"

"That wasn't very nice. Try again," Sonic said, almost sounding more authoritative than Shadow had ever heard him before.

Shadow sighed, defeated. "You're...handsome?"

Sonic looked thoughtful for a moment, then leaned in and kissed Shadow's cheek. "That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me, Shadow."

"Don't get used to it," Shadow murmured, trying to ignore the way his cheek tingled from Sonic's kiss. He closed his eyes, letting himself relax a little.

Sonic kissed him again, this time on the lips, lingering just enough to make Shadow's heart skip a beat.

"You taste good," Sonic said, smiling softly.

"Must you make this...more humiliating than it already is? I can only take so much before I snap and go feral."

"I like the little frilly headband. It suits you. Maybe Rouge will let you keep it."

Shadow growled under his breath. "I hope she burns it. I never want to see that thing again."

"Fair enough." He chuckled, tracing a finger over the top of the headband. "Do you like wearing this sort of thing?"

Shadow's ears twitched in annoyance. "Of course not! It's ridiculous!"

Sonic grinned. "You look cute though. I don't think I've ever seen you look so soft. You should wear it more often."

Shadow's face flushed pink. "Nonsense! I, the ultimate life form, should not be seen in such...a state of undress! That's completely unacceptable!"

"Yeah, yeah. I bet you secretly love it when people tell you what to do. It makes you feel important." Sonic teased, running his fingers along Shadow's thigh.

"I beg your pardon?!" Shadow's eyes narrowed dangerously.

Sonic shrugged. "Well, I'm not wrong, am I?"

You....the pure rage coursing through my veins right now is unimaginable. I could kill you with my bare hands right now and no one would question it."

"Yeah, but then you'd lose your chance to make me pay for this later. Plus, you don't actually hate me. You're just all grumpy and flustered because you lost a bet to Rouge."

Shadow scoffed, but couldn't find a good argument to throw back at Sonic. He was right, and that only made his anger flare hotter. "Fine," he bit out through gritted teeth. "But, once this is over, I will unleash my rage on you unlike anything you have ever seen."

Sonic sent chills down Shadow's spine with his touch. He slid his hand up Shadow's thigh, and Shadow had to bite his tongue to keep from moaning. He was torn between slapping Sonic so hard he saw stars and letting him continue his gentle exploration.

It was strange, seeing Sonic so uncharacteristically commanding and Shadow so...vulnerable. It was clear that Shadow was trying to hold onto his dignity, but it was slipping through his fur like sand through an hourglass. Sonic was usually the one who didn't know when to quit pushing buttons, but today, he seemed to know exactly where Shadow's were and was pressing them with a finesse that was both surprising and a little scary. It took everything in Shadow's power not to grab the nearest pillow and commit number 7 on his list of ways to kill Sonic.

Sonic's hand crept further up Shadow's thigh, his touch feather-light and taunting. He watched the other hedgehog's reactions, enjoying the way Shadow's body responded despite his protests.

Sonic was about to say something when he heard the subtle, barely hidden sound of a purr coming from Shadow. It was so faint that if he wasn't listening closely, he might have missed it. But he heard it, and he immediately looked up with a smug smile. "Did I hit the spot?"

Shadow bared his teeth, displaying two sharp fangs. "You...you're insufferable."

Sonic seemed to revel in Shadow's discomfort. "Kinda cute, though. But tell me...are you ticklish?"

Shadow narrowed his eyes. "If you so much as think about it, I'll make sure you regret it for the rest of your days, Sonic."

"Is that a yes?"

"I will smother you in your sleep if you tickle me," Shadow warned, his voice low and threatening, though the slight quiver in his voice suggested that he was trying not to laugh.

Sonic seemed to calculate the threat, then grinned mischievously as he slowly raised his hand.

"Think very carefully, hedgehog." Shadow's voice was a warning growl, but the twitch of his tail betrayed a hint of amusement.

Sonic's hand ventured a little too close to Shadow's side, and he grabbed his wrist with lightning speed, pinning it against the armrest of the couch. "You test my patience."

Sonic only grinned, his tail wagging with excitement. "You know, you're surprisingly strong when you're in maid mode."

"I'm always strong, you idiot. I'm just not usually..." Shadow paused, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words. "Degraded like this."

"Nah, you're not degraded. I think you look cute and adorable. Like a little... puppy or something. Just a big, fluffy, grumpy puppy in a dress," Sonic chuckled, leaning closer to Shadow's face. Shadow leaned away, his eyes narrowed in annoyance. He tightened his grip on Sonic's wrist.

"I'm not your plaything," he snarled, his voice low and menacing.

"I know that. I'm just saying you look good in it. And let's be honest, you're enjoying the attention, aren't you?" Sonic leaned in closer, his voice a teasing whisper.

Shadow huffed. "Who would enjoy this? Being dressed like a...like a..." He couldn't even bring himself to say it.

"Cute maid?" Sonic finished for him, his grin widening.

"Yes...exactly." Shadow's voice was tight, his grip on Sonic's wrist unyielding. "There has to be something you wish me to do that isn't so...so...demeaning,"

"Well, I mean, yeah, but their not as fun as this." Sonic said with a cheeky grin. "But if you're gonna be a big buzzkill, I guess I can think of something else. Like a....ooh! A massage! Yes, you can give me a massage, my dear maid Shadow."

"Your transition from essentially groping me to asking for a massage is...disturbing, Sonic." Shadow said through gritted teeth, but his grip on Sonic's wrist loosened a fraction.

"You could have easily snapped my neck the whole time," Sonic said, with a knowing smile. "But instead you just sat here like a grumpy kitten. Now, dearest Shadow, let's get this massage going, shall we?"

Shadow leaned in close, their noses almost touching. "When this is over, not only will I make you regret this, but I'll make sure you always feel the need to look over your shoulder as you enjoy your days of victory. You're playing a very dangerous game, Sonic. One that you're bound to lose eventually. I will not take this momentary defeat lightly. I will remember every second of this and I will ensure that when the tables turn, you will pay tenfold for every single humiliation I've suffered here today. Do you understand me?"

Sonic stared up at him, looking as if he was trying so hard not to laugh. "Oh, I understand, I understand. Now, let's get to that massage. I've got knots in my shoulders from all the running I did earlier."

Shadow muttered something under his breath along the lines of 'impertinent hedgehog', but he released Sonic's wrist with a sigh of defeat. He knew he was losing this battle, but he was determined to win the war. He'd get his revenge, somehow.

At least he was with Sonic. It it was anyone else, he'd have been out the door by now. But it was Sonic, and for some reason, that made the whole situation more bearable. He had to admit, it was also a little...interesting. This didn't mean he would spontaneously start dressing up just for his amusement, but he had to admit there was a thrill in the challenge. Sonic was a nuisance, but he was his nuisance, in a way. Sonic wasn't afraid of Shadow like most people, and that was something he respected.

But it also made him cocky and over-confident, which was something Shadow would have to rectify. With a resigned sigh, he slid off Sonic's lap, his eyes never leaving the blue hedgehog's face. He'd give Sonic his massage, but he'd make it clear that this didn't mean he was giving in to his demands. Shadow was the ultimate life form, after all.

Shadow did what Sonic asked the rest of the day. He served, cleaned, and massaged with a scowl on his face, but each task was completed with surprising thoroughness. Shadow had always been a perfectionist, after all. Sonic watched him work, his smirk never fading. It was like watching a volcano simmering, ready to erupt at any moment, but somehow, the anticipation made it even more entertaining.

The second Rouge returned from wherever she had gone, Shadow immediately ripped off the dress with so much force, the fabric tore. She looked at him with a smirk. "I'd say you're happy to see me, but you look like you're about to burst a blood vessel."

Shadow said nothing as he shoved the dress into the oven, slammed the door shut, and cranked up the heat. Rouge raised an eyebrow, watching the fluffy material catch fire. "Well, that's one way to get rid of it," she quipped.

Sonic chuckled. "Thanks, Rouge, it was a nice surprise. Did you enjoy your day out?"

"Oh, you know me, just some shopping and scheming," Rouge replied, her eyes twinkling. She turned to Shadow, who was glaring at Sonic. "How's our grumpy maid doing?"

"He was cranky, but surprisingly obedient." Sonic said. "I did receive a total of twenty or something threats of painful death, but other than that, it went pretty well, I'd say!"

"You won't know when I'm coming, Sonic, but when I do, it'll be swift and painful. You can bet on that," Shadow grumbled, then stomped away to his room.

To say that Sonic was tense the next day was an understatement. He walked as if on eggshells, constantly glancing over his shoulder, waiting for Shadow's inevitable retribution. Shadow wasn't known for making empty threats, and the promise of a swift and painful punishment was never a good sign. However, the day passed without incident, and the night came with no sign of the impending doom that Sonic had been expecting.

Until Shadow tackled him the next morning as soon as Sonic got out of bed. Sonic let out a yelp of surprise as he was pinned to the floor, Shadow straddling him with a feral glint in his eyes. "Time to pay up," Shadow growled, his voice low and deadly serious.

Sonic gulped. "Uh, heh, maybe we can, like, talk about this? It was all in good fun, Shads, come on!"

But Shadow wasn't in the mood for talking. He had been biding his time, planning his revenge. He grabbed a nearby pillow and smacked it down onto Sonic's face, muffling the protests.

"You enjoyed watching me squirm yesterday, didn't you? I told you I'd exact my revenge, and I've taken time to plan it perfectly. You want an obidient little maid, huh, Sonic? While I admit the experience was...different, it's time for you to learn what it feels like to be the one humiliated!" With a sadistic glint in his eyes, Shadow yanked the pillow away and hauled Sonic up and over his shoulder.

"Ah! Wait! A-Amy! Tails! Help! Help me!" Sonic squealed as Shadow carried him out of the room, grasping at doorframes or anything that could slow Shadow down.

"No use in calling for backup, Sonic." Shadow said. "They're not here."

"Why do you sound like a movie kidnapper? And where are we going?!" Sonic squeaked.

Shadow didn't answer, but subtle foreshadowing would include a maids dress, a bow tie, and a pair of frilly apron strings.

[quibbs126]

And speaking of Ceres and Reno, I feel like they should have interacted in game, considering their significance to the story

(Might as well note major Evoland 2 spoilers for anyone who cares)

They’re both essentially the closest we have to major antagonists in the game, Reno for the first half and Ceres in the second, and not to mention they’re half siblings, which is something never touched upon in game since again, Ceres’s reveal isn’t until just before credits. Like Reno doesn’t even know he has a half sister running around, and it’s debatable whether Ceres knows of him or their connection, though regardless she never makes any mention of him

Like, maybe have the two working together? I don’t know why they’d be working together, their goals are different, but maybe tweaks the plot so that they are? It’d be a way to tie our two main overarching antagonists together, and also maybe it could even tie in that they’re siblings, though whether they know or not I’m not sure. Maybe Ceres knows but doesn’t tell him for whatever reason

Oh regarding the “no other antagonists” thing, I just remembered, I suppose we do have Great Magus as an antagonist. But also like, he’s more just a villain we need to stop and isn’t necessarily tied into Ceres’ plot. I suppose Reno’s story is also self contained, but I think I’m giving him a pass in my head since I’m convinced he’s supposed to be more significant than he was

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FLUFF 𑣿 SUKUNA RYOMEN: “FOR A LIFETIME”

grumpy x sunshine thoughts I cooked up tonight hehe. put it in this format since it’s a little longer than a blurb ! written for an irl of mine (cw: nicknames, reader wears shorts, touchy, suggestive)

sukuna being grumpy doesn’t stop him from also being clingy when he needs wants you. he grumbles if you try to leave the bed, even to get a glass of water. his arm will shoot out and slip under the shirt you’re wearing (his), wrap around your waist before you can escape — pulling you back into the sheets.

“where do you think you’re going?” he scowls, wrinkle between his brows despite his eyes still being closed. you try to wriggle free, but his grip tightens, not letting you go anywhere until he’s had enough of you being in his space. “I didn’t say you could leave.”

“you’re so needy, ‘kuna.”

he also has a habit of following you around when he’s in a bad mood. like a shadow with an attitude.

you’re in the kitchen, washing dishes? he’s there. “when did I say you could walk around like that?”

you roll your eyes, smiling anyway. “didn’t know I needed approval to be comfortable in my own house.”

his eyes drop to your legs. more specifically, to the boyshorts barely covering anything, paired with the oversized shirt (his. again.) that does nothing to hide the fact that you’re wearing basically underwear.

he clicks his tongue but doesn’t argue. yet a warm hand slides over your hip, kneading into it. his other hand follows suit, trailing lazily from your waist to the bare skin of your thigh as he comes up behind you.

you laugh into a kiss on his cheek. “all yours.”

-

predictably refuses to admit he likes being taken care of, yet the moment you start doting, even in tiniest of ways, he melts.

you find him lounging on the couch, shirtless, one arm slung over the backrest, the other lazily draped across his stomach. his brows furrow as you approach with a plate of food, setting it down on the coffee table.

“tch. what’s this?” he squints at it while he shifts to make space for you. here he goes.

“dinner. you barely ate today.” you grab the remote from him and bring your knees up to your chest, humming as you flip through the channels.

he exhales through his nose, side-eyeing you. you pick up a piece of chicken and bring it towards his lips.

“I’m not a damn kid,” he clicks his tongue, torn between pride and instinct. but when you don’t move your hand away, he takes the bite, no further protest.

he stares while he chews, and then he grabs your wrist, guiding your hand back toward him, letting his teeth scrape against your fingers as he licks the sauce off.

“might as well keep feeding me if you’re so insistent.”

-

you’re standing by the couch, minding your own business, when he suddenly tugs you down, effortlessly maneuvering until you're straddling him. his hands settle on your knees from behind, rubbing as he leans in. “you were in the way.”

“I was literally across the room?”

he ignores that, as one does, hand sliding up your back, resting between your shoulder blades. His other hand squeezes your thigh, like he’s testing the way you feel against him, satisfied by the weight of you there.

“too far.” hi voice is gruff — irritated with himself for even admitting it.

you shake your head, but you don’t move. neither does he. his fingers trace hearts from your shoulders down to your lower back, grip never loosening.

and when you shift to get comfortable, his hold tightens — warning and wanting all at once.

yeah. you’re not getting up anytime soon.

-

his fingers hook into the edge of your blanket, tugging insistently. “move.”

you blink. “move where?” “you know where.”

before you can argue, he grabs you — arm snaking around your waist, yanking the blanket away so he can pull you flush against him. his chin finds its place atop your head, body practically caging yours in.

“quit acting like I don’t exist, brat.” (more to himself than to you) he says, nuzzling into your hair, grip tightening as if he’s punishing you for it.

you lace your fingers into his. “ask, next time.”

he won’t. he won’t ever, in fact. he’s planning on being like this for the rest of your lives. plural — because he refuses to believe the two as separate anymore. you’ll have to deal with him being grumpy, stubborn, and clingy altogether. but you don’t really mind. not if it means you have him all to yourself, for a lifetime.

romy 🐰 is typing… exercising self control by putting my posts on queue and not posting everything all at once … I’m getting ideas left and right it’s that time. (ovulation)

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[mggslover]

MORE TO LOVE

In which Spencer proves to you how much he loves your big breasts.

pairing spencer reid x gf!reader genre smut (18+) cw reader has big breasts and is insecure bc of porn standards, just 6k words of tit worship: tit play, tit sucking, tit fucking. lots of teasing, oral (f receiving), p in v, cum play, creampie, reader wears a dress and lingerie, spencer is clingy and horny, spencer and reader are slightly tipsy, soft!dom!spence wc 6,3k a/n for my big tit girls <3 i hope someone can relate to this, and if you don't, i hope you can still enjoy! thank u lovely @esote-rika for proofreading

Everyone who’s had the honor of meeting Spencer Reid in an informal setting is aware of the fact that he isn’t a drinker. You’d score an indefinite amount of points in his book if you have something besides alcohol to offer. And Spencer isn’t picky — some trail mix in a bowl works as a good enough replacement. 

So, being surprised was an understatement when Spencer suggested coming to the bar where you were having drinks with your friends. The case he was on got wrapped up quicker than anticipated. He was about to walk to your apartment to spend the night with you when he remembered you were out with friends. 

It was the plan to pick you up and walk you home, making some light conversation with your friends while he was at it (for the amount of months you’d been dating, he should invest more time in getting to know the people who are close to you). He hadn’t planned on drinking, even surprising himself when he downed the two shots of liquor that one of your friends handed him. But he had no choice. Not when he walked into the bar and noticed you dancing in the crowd. Not when you were wearing that tiny black dress that was on his mind ever since he’d found it in your closet. Not when you turned around, your eyes twinkling and a bright smile tugging at your lips when you noticed him. And certainly not when his gaze had lowered and landed on the cleavage that was close to spilling out of your dress. He truly needed the liquid courage to get through the night. 

Now, standing on the corner outside of the bar, waiting for an Uber, you didn’t even notice the cold of the night as your body buzzed with the warmth of alcohol in your system combined with Spencer’s touches. He stood close to you, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder as he pressed gentle kisses to the curve of your neck — acting uncharacteristically clingy now that there’s alcohol in his system. 

“So this is the real reason why you don’t drink, huh?” You ask Spencer in a chuckle, feigning annoyance while actually feeling very flattered by his sudden clinginess, which he rarely displays when sober. 

“You’re just so pretty.” He says in a lack of a better explanation. 

He had his palm placed flat on your stomach, the heat of him radiating through the thin fabric of your dress. He squeezed the soft skin before his hand moved up your body at a concerningly fast speed.

“Hey there, mister,” you say in a playful warning, placing your hand on top of his to stop him in his tracks. “We’re still in public. Remember?”

He grumbled some incoherent words as his fingers toyed with the underwire of your bra.  “I like this dress.”

You smile, a flush creeping up your neck, glad he can’t see how much you’re enjoying this. “Yeah?” 

He hums in confirmation. “I’d like it even better off of you.”

The flush has now found its way to your cheeks, heating your skin as your heartbeat raced.

He presses a kiss to your jawline. “Bet you’d look so pretty.”

Your cheeks were on fire at this point. The butterflies in your stomach set free. 

“Want to see you naked.”

Then, everything comes to a halt.

“N-naked?”

He nods against your neck, his soft curls nuzzling you. 

Spencer doesn’t notice the way you tense up. To be fair, he’s not noticing any of his surroundings, completely focused on the way you feel in his grasp. 

His statement wasn’t weird. It shouldn’t have thrown you off like it did. He’s been your boyfriend for over three months — nearing the four-month mark — and you’ve had sex a lot of times. Still, he has never seen you naked. At least, not completely. 

All the times you’d had sex, you kept your bra on. They were cute bras, sexy lingerie sets that had cost you a fortune — specifically because the bra sizes you were looking for were like trying to find a signed limited edition of Kafka’s Metamorphosis. (You spoke from experience, having fought everyone on the internet to get a copy for Spencer’s birthday). All this effort was to hide one thing, well, two things really: your breasts. And it worked. Spencer was always hypnotized the second you took your top off. He had asked before if he could take your bra off, but when you rationally responded with, “It was so expensive, it would be a waste to take it off,” he always agreed, cupping your tits through the lacy fabric and forgetting why he ever complained. 

This is a good example that shows how considerate Spencer is. He’d let the subject slide with every weak excuse you made, never asking any prying questions. You knew it didn’t make sense to think Spencer would be turned off by the way your breasts look without a bra. He is obsessed with them covered, let alone when they’re not, your friends had told you. Still, doubt gnawed at you. He was a man. Men watch porn. You knew of his exes, how they have a different body type from yours. You were just afraid you’d shatter the illusion — that he’d be disappointed when he found out that your breasts aren’t as perky without support, how your nipples aren't placed symmetrically in the middle, how stretch marks covered the skin. 

“Are you alright?”

Spencer’s voice rattles you out of your thoughts. You swallow. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

The knuckle of his index finger tilts your chin, coercing you to look at him. His eyes looked sweet — a little tired, very lustful, but sweet nonetheless. 

“I love you. You know that, right?”

Three simple words, and still it felt like a large weight fell off your shoulders, allowing you to breathe again. “I know,” you respond with a nod, reaching out to cup his jaw. Your thumb grazes his light stubble, then gently brushes against the hidden scar underneath his chin. 

“I love you,” you say back.

The intimate moment is of short duration. Spencer tilts his head, then raises his hand to signal to the Uber, who just drives into the street. 

You mumble a soft thanks as Spencer holds the door open for you. You crawl into the backseat, and he follows behind you, clicking his seatbelt on and giving the driver the address to your home.

“Driver, roll up the partition, please,” you sing under your breath as the Uber driver does so.

“Beyoncé?”

You gasp, placing a hand on your heart to emphasize your surprise. “Wow, I’ve taught you so much.”

“You teach me lots of things,” he says with a goofy grin. 

And he meant it. You did teach the all-knowing genius quite a lot. Whether you’d consider sharing your excessive pop-culture knowledge as impressive as the facts he rambled about was questionable. But the information was useful, nonetheless. 

His eyes flicker from the driver back to you, saying his next words just loud enough for you to hear. “I don’t think it would be a smart idea if you were to get on your knees, though.”

Your lips curl, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth. His comment is a reference to the song; still you could tell there was a slight invitation behind his words. 

“You don’t think so?” You tease.

He scootches forward in his seat. His eyes roam over your body, halting on your cleavage, then move up to your pouty lips.

“It’s a pretty cramped space,” he settles on saying, his voice hoarse. “Not even mentioning the fact that partitions are made of polycarbonate — which does absorb up to 34 decibels on average, but that’s not enough for you.” 

You raise an eyebrow. “Not enough for me?”

He places a hand on your bare knee, thumbing the skin. “You’re pretty loud,” he recalls, his eyes finding yours. 

You chuckle, your gaze falling down to his hand, which was slowly creeping its way up your thigh. His fingertips were digging into the muscle, massaging it with care. The act is enough to turn you on, though you were already turned on by the kisses that he had left on your neck earlier. The memory is still vivid in your mind. 

“It’s not fair to blame it on me,” you tell Spencer. “You’re the reason for making me scream.”

He breaks eye contact, but not before you could catch the sparkle in his dark irises. He was trying to hold himself together; you could tell. He licks his lips, tucking a loose curl of hair behind his ear, before leaning in. His shoulder brushes against yours, his hot breath leaving goosebumps as his mouth traces the shell of your ear.

“Will you scream again for me tonight?” 

-`♡´-

Spencer’s kisses were all tongue, holding your jaw as he claimed you. There was no fight for dominance — you had surrendered the second he had closed the front door behind you. You had kicked your heels off at the same speed as he had thrown his blazer and tie on the ground. 

Large palms grip your face, connecting his lips back to yours as you blindly stumble through the living room in search of your bedroom. You know you’ve reached your destination as the back of your knees hit the mattress. 

Spencer pulls back. A deep exhale leaves his lips, caressing your cheek with the knuckles of his hand. “So beautiful,” he whispers, taking you in. 

You pull him back in by his collar, kissing him fervently. The lace of your underwear is bundled up between your folds, the material completely soaked. You roll your hips, moaning against Spencer’s mouth because of the slight friction it causes. 

Spencer notices what you’re doing. What you need. He grabs your ass, pulling you flush against him in a swift motion. Another moan escapes your throat as he locks his leg in between yours. Your dress rides up and he sees it as an invitation, rubbing his knee against where you need him most.

You let out a cry, the first one of the night.  

Spencer’s hands make way under the thin straps of your dress, pulling them down your arms, making your skin ignite. He pulls the dress down lower in a slight struggle as he tugs the fabric over your chest. Finally he frees your breasts, still covered with the lacy bra you’re wearing, but visible enough for his mouth to water. 

He pinches your nipples between both of his thumbs and index fingers, making your eyes roll back. “So needy, aren’t you, angel?”

His question isn’t meant to sound condescending — quite the opposite, actually. Still, you feel like he’s enjoying the way you’re all glossy-eyed and fawn-legged, feeling like you can come undone by the slightest of his touches. 

He continues stripping you down, revealing you inch by inch until the dress you had so carefully picked out in the evening is now pooled at your feet. 

Spencer gently presses you on the mattress, pushing your knees open as he takes place on the ground in between your legs. 

He hooks his hands behind your knees, scooting you a bit forward. His hands trail to your inner thighs, making you gasp as his fingertips dance over your skin ever so slowly. 

His touch was a delicious tickle, not one that you wanted to scratch, but one that you wanted to last forever. The heat in your core builds with every swipe of his digits. Your chest is heaving, his fingers so close to your throbbing pussy. 

“These are so damp,” he observes, curving his finger around the string of your underwear. “Think we should take these off, hm?”

A breathy moan leaves your lips. 

Spencer looks up at you, head cocking. He’s waiting for you to answer. You nod your head, hands gripping the bed sheets. “Yes. Want them off.”

He’s satisfied with your response, propping the material to the side to reveal your glistening cunt.

“God, you’re perfect.” He praises in awe. 

Perfect. 

You blink the thought away. There was no room for your anxieties as his tongue made contact with your pussy. You gasp, clenching your stomach and squirming forward, hands immediately finding their way into his hair. 

He uses the flat of his tongue to lick stripes up your folds, then uses the tip of his tongue to add pressure with every swipe against your clit. 

“Tastes so sweet,” he says, letting go of your swollen clit with a pop. 

You’re balancing yourself on the palms of your hands, back arched and head thrown back, giving yourself over to the pleasure. A rough hand gripped your thigh, fingers digging into the flesh. His curls disappear between your legs again. Then that same rough hand… but now around your breast. 

You didn’t notice anything at first — too caught up in the buzz of his hands and mouth on you. That was until he pulled the cup of your bra down, your breast spilling free.

“Spence!” You squeal. 

The sound could pass as a moan to anyone else, but Spencer knows the way you sound. His hands drop from your body, mouth pulling away, leaving you empty but giving you enough time to quickly cover yourself up. His pretty face is etched with confusion. “What is it?” 

“You pulled my bra down.”

“Did I break it?”

You didn’t even think of that. You turn your head to your collarbone, then pull on the strap. “No. It’s fine.”

“Then what’s wrong?” He repeats, golden-speckled eyes blinking up at you. “I told you that I can buy you some new brassières. I don’t mind.”

“It’s not that, Spencer,” you sigh. 

It isn’t fair to get irritated by him. The first step to a good relationship is communication — it’s a sentence you’ve become sick of with the amount of times you hear it, but that doesn’t make it less true.

“Do you…” you’ve now started your sentence. There’s no going back. “You… You like my boobs. Right?”

It’s like watching a mime; the way his eyes widen in surprise, then the wheels in his mind seem to turn, his eyes narrow, and a frown line forms between them. 

“Of course I do,” he says, standing up from his spot in between your legs. 

You’re scared that you’ve ruined it. That the mood is gone now that he’s aware there’s something keeping your mind busy. 

“I thought it was clear how much I like your breasts,” he assures, gently helping you up by your wrists and pulling you into a hug. His arms make you feel more covered, less vulnerable, because he’s still wearing a button-up and pants, while you’re merely clothed in your flimsy lingerie, wetness still coating your inner thighs. 

He presses a kiss to your hair. “I’m sorry if I made you feel like I don’t like them.”

You still need to get used to being in a relationship with someone so emotionally mature. He truly had nothing to apologize for. It’s the voices in your head that tell you that he doesn’t like them. He’s never given you any reason to doubt yourself. 

“You haven’t, Spence. I swear. I’m just-“ you’re glad you’re talking to his chest right now, not having to face him as the next words leave your lips. “I’m scared you won’t like them anymore once you see them… bare. They don’t look the same as when I’m wearing a bra.” 

You can feel his slight chuckle reverberating from his chest. “I don’t look the same without clothes on either.”

Yes, he looks even better. His clothes hide the muscles in his arms, the thickness of his thighs, the soft flesh of his tummy. 

“They just… you know. Sag a bit.” You whisper the last words, feeling like you’ve just admitted to a foul crime. The room stays silent, and his hold on you lessens.

He pulls back enough to see your face, a playful glint still shimmering in his eyes. “I have three PhD's, one of them being in physics, and you don’t think I know how gravity works?”

Well, you weren’t expecting that answer.

“I know it’s natural and all,” you shrug. “They just don’t look like they do in porn. I felt like I needed to warn you.”

He cups your face, making you look at him; a sweet smile lingers on his lips. “If I wanted a pornstar,” the word sounded foreign on his lips, “I wouldn’t be here right now. I want you. All of you.”

You nuzzle your face into the warmth of his palm. Words were just words, but you’d never find out if he meant them if you didn’t give him a chance. You swallow, gathering courage as you take a step back, just enough room for him to fully observe you, his tall figure standing over you. 

Your fingers make their way to your back, trying to ignore their shaking as you reach the clasp of your bra. You maintain eye contact with Spencer, trying to see if he’d change his mind, but so far his hazel eyes are just filled with anticipation and need.

You take in a deep breath, then undo all three clasps at once, ripping the band-aid off. The relief is immediate, certain that there’d be marks on your skin because of the biting underwire. 

Spencer’s jaw slackens. His irises grow with every inch of skin that reveals as you pull the cups down. Then — in a quick move of your hand — you fully remove the bra from your body. 

“Jesus,” Spencer says breathlessly. 

Anxiety flashes through you like a sudden strike of lightning. Your hands reach out to cover yourself up. “I shouldn’t have-“

Warm hands lock around your wrists, gently pulling them away. “I didn’t even imagine you could look this beautiful.” 

His voice was tinged with complete adoration as he took you in. Your mind had to do a double take to signal to you that you’ve heard him properly. Beautiful. 

You play with your hands, squeezing the tips of your fingers to keep yourself from hiding the curves that were on display. “You don’t have to say that.”

He took a step forward, his fingers knitting through yours. “I’m not just saying it,” he guides your intertwined hands to his pants; your breath catches as you notice the outline of his cock bulging through the fabric. He places your hands on his cock, squeezing your fingers around his length. A breathy ah escapes his mouth, his head slightly thrown back as you start moving your hands on your own accord.

“This is all for you. This is what you do to me,” his voice rasps. 

Your thumb moves to his tip, circling the sensitive spot until you see a wet patch forming. Spencer’s hips stutter, bucking into your touch. “Let me prove to you how much I love you. Please, angel.”

His plea was one out of pure desperation. Not only was he dying to touch you, but it had been several hours since he’d first seen you in that dress. Several hours of fighting the urge to bury his cock deep inside of you. 

“I need you so bad, Spence,” you mumble back, nails grazing his clothed cock. 

A loud moan escapes from his throat. He doesn’t waste any time, holding you by your waist and letting the two of you fall onto the bed. You squeal, your tits bouncing from the effort. 

“God, look at you,” he groans, making way in between your legs as you lay down. Your breasts have fallen to the sides of your body, framing you deliciously. Spencer leans in, teasing you as he licks a wet stripe right up your breastbone, curls tickling your pillowy curves, but not yet touching them. 

He swallows your whiny moans by kissing you. His tongue hastily meets yours. He can’t help but grind himself against the softness of your inner thigh, seeking relief as his arousal continues to grow. 

Your mind is spinning. The contrast between his fully clothed body and your naked, vulnerable state is stark. His strong hands grip your delicate face as he kisses you deeper. 

With a catch for breath, Spencer pulls back. His dick twitches as he looks at you ��� eyes full of desire, pouty swollen lips, hard nipples begging to be touched, and your pussy glistening, ready for him to use. 

“You drive me absolutely crazy, sweetheart.”

You reach out to let your hands roam over his chest, pulling on the collar of his shirt. “Please, take it off.”

He nods, making a quick effort to take his shirt off, throwing it haphazardly to the ground. With slightly shaky legs, he gets to his knees on the bed, hands fumbling with his belt, too busy staring at you.

You can’t escape the moan that leaves your lips as you see the first dusty brown hairs appear on his pubic bone. He pulls his pants down lower, revealing the thick shaft of his throbbing cock. You’re not even aware of your own hand sliding down your body, gasping as your middle finger touches your swollen clit, the feeling electrifying.

“Getting yourself off just by looking at me? I thought that was my job.”

His slacks and boxers fall to his knees, his cock slapping up against his abdomen. You felt almost guilty for teasing him this long — his tip was just as red as his rosy lips, leaking shiny precum. And his cum-filled balls stood strained, like he could bust at any moment. Your middle finger slips into your warm pussy easily, eyes rolling back as you curve your knuckle, hitting that delicious spot hidden inside of you. 

Spencer takes his pants completely off, then grabs your wrist, pulling your finger out swiftly, the motion making a sloppy, wet sound. You whine, bucking your hips up in the air. He moves your hand to his mouth, connecting his lips around your wet finger as he sucks on the digit.

He swirled his tongue, collecting all of your sweet juices and moaning in appreciation. “You can wait a little longer,” he purrs as he pops your finger out of his mouth. 

All you want to do is touch yourself again, especially now that that finger has been in his pretty mouth, but he doesn’t give you the chance as he holds your wrists together, locking them above your head. 

“You can’t show me your beautiful body and then expect me not to worship it,” he softly breathes, leaning in, his lips ghosting your cheek. 

You wiggle in his grasp, making him squeeze his fingers around your wrist. “Be good for me and keep your hands up like this, okay?”

You could say no. Could decline his proposal and have his cock pounding into your aching pussy with just one word. But where would the fun be in that?

“Okay,” you nodded, anticipation bubbling in your core. 

Spencer let go of your hands, and as promised, you intertwined your own fingers, keeping them in place above your head. For a second he just looked at you, taking you in and not knowing where to start. Like a feast that looked delicious from head to toe. But he was the only guest, so he could take his sweet time savoring all of you.

He eventually made his decision. His thumbs and pointer fingers each cupped a breast from the side, then lifted them up so they pressed perfectly against each other.  

A groan left his throat as he bounced them, tongue darting out as he played with your tits in an adorable fascination. “Is this okay?”

You hum, a soft smile lingering on your face. “Yeah, you can be rougher; I won’t break.”

He displayed his fingers over your breasts, experimentally starting to massage the pillowy, plump skin like he’d do with your thighs. Your nipples hardened under his touch, inducing a moan from the both of you. 

His thumbs swiped over your buds synchronously, causing you to whimper. His brows rose lightly, the same look he’d have every time he’d have an epiphany; he then pinched your nipples, slightly turning them as he pulled. Your back arched on the bed, accompanied by a heavenly sounding moan. 

“So sensitive, aren’t you?” He muses. “My poor girl, depraved herself for so long.” 

You could only cry, begging for more. 

“That won’t happen again,” he gently reassures, thumbing your nipples, sending electrifying sparks to your clit. “I’ll make sure to give them all the attention they deserve, hm?”

You hastily nod in agreement, your voice a soft whimper. “Please.”

He leaned down, settling in between your legs, hissing when his cock grazed against your soft inner thigh. 

“Can’t wait to taste you,” he whispered, breath fanning your sensitive skin. He stuck his tongue out, and you couldn’t wait to experience how he’d feel lapping on your tits, if it were to feel just as incredible as having his tongue on your pussy.

Your question was quickly confirmed as he licked a wet stripe over the bud. The cool air that followed formed goosebumps on the skin. He cupped your breast tightly in his hand, leaning in again to repeat the motion, then again, until the bud glimmered under the bedroom light. He squeezed your other tit, making sure to give that one the same amount of attention as he swirled his tongue around the same bud. 

The only sounds that filled the space were your longing moans and the smooching of his kisses. You lay still, hands kept patiently up as you let him use you like a canvas, painting your skin with gentle strokes of his tongue.  

It was after a few more teasing licks that he closed his lips around the bud, cheeks hollowing as he sucked. You gasped, not being able to help yourself as your hands shot to his hair. He didn’t mind though, moaning around you as you tugged on the locks. He let go of your nipple, placing featherlight kisses and sucks on your chest before finding his way to your other breast, connecting his lips to it. The feeling was so dizzying, and you swore that you could come by just a single tap to your clit. 

He opened his eyes to look at you, blown wide pupils locking with yours as he continued to suck. His eyebrows were scrunched as if he was waiting for you to tell him that he was doing a good job, that he was pleasing you. 

“God, you look so beautiful,” you say in a moan. “Make me feel so good.” His eyes twinkled at the compliment, and he grinded his length against your leg as if to say the sentiment was mutual. 

He released your nipple from his mouth, hoisting himself up to press a kiss to your lips. His tongue moved around yours in the same way as it had done to your body just a moment ago. 

“Thank you for trusting me,” kiss, “can’t get enough of you,” another kiss, “need more.” 

An idea sparked in the back of your mind. It was something you’d never tried before, not with anyone, but you could imagine it feeling good. He has fucked your thighs before. Your mouth. Your pussy. The only thing that was missing was—

“Do you want to fuck my tits?”

“Oh God, yes,” Spencer instantly groaned in response. You giggled as he made quick work of moving up the bed, placing a knee on either side of your upper body. His hard cock was just inches away from you; a string of precum coated his tip, dripping onto you. You reached out, finger gathering the sticky essence before suckling on the digit.

Spencer’s hips twitched, releasing another thick drop of precum. “You have to stop doing that.”

“Why?” You teased, proudly showing your clean finger. 

He groaned, both in frustration and longing. “Because I will come all over you before I’ve even fucked you.”

You laugh, turning him on even more without it being on purpose. You placed your hands flat against your tits, squeezing them together invitingly. “Come on, then.”

Spencer grips himself by the base, tapping his tip against your soft cleavage before sliding himself in between your breasts. 

“Jesus, fuck,” he moans, throwing his head back. He’s too aroused to start out slow, instantly slamming his hips up in a steady rhythm. His upper thighs slap against your breasts, recreating the dirty sounds he'd make if he were actually fucking you.

“You feel so good like this,” he whimpers. “Always so good to me, angel.” 

He reaches out to pinch your nipples, making sure to bring you pleasure as well. Not like you weren’t enjoying this — Spencer was so, so pretty; you could stare at him for hours: his jaw slack, moans and groans spilling from his swollen lips like a song sung just for you, his chest and neck covered in red splotches from the heat of your bodies, his slick, pink tip rubbing against your chest, his veiny hands playing with your tits as he kept looking at you, his eyes filled with love and adoration… You couldn’t get enough. 

“I’m so close, baby,” he pants, his cock twitching, using the wetness that had gathered between your breasts as lube to move his hips faster against you. 

“That’s okay,” you encourage breathlessly, pressing your tits closer together, creating more friction for him. “Let go for me, Spence.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. One of his hands clasps around your shoulder, the other kneading the soft flesh of your breast as he thrusts his hips forward once more. His muscles tense, and you catch that look on his face — the look that tells you he’s right on the edge. Your prediction gets confirmed as a throaty whine escapes his throat, followed by warm spurts of white shooting onto your neck and chest. You’re able to catch a few drops by sticking out your tongue, swallowing, and sticking it out again to show him the proof.

“You drive me absolutely crazy, angel,” he says awestruck, climbing off of your body and staying seated beside you. 

You hum as you take in the way he has painted your chest, tracing your skin with your index finger, creating small drawings. He looks at you mesmerized, then blinks. “We should clean you up.”

“I got it,” you announce, cupping your breast up to your face and licking a firm stripe across the skin. 

A gasp sounded beside you, and you couldn’t help the sly grin that formed on your face as Spencer looked at you in pure surprise.

“I didn’t know you could do that.”

You giggled, placing your lips around your nipple as you gave a gentle suck while focusing on your boyfriend, whose cock was hardening again. 

“Acting so needy when you’ve been pleasing yourself all this time,” he tsked. “Such a dirty girl.” 

He matched your smile, cupping your face and bending over to lightly caress your lips with his once again. You moan in satisfaction, licking his bottom lip to be invited in. Your lips acted in a familiar play, experimentally moving around each other until you figured out each other’s moves, able to feel the urgent need in the way his tongue stroked yours, signaling back to him that you’re feeling the same by biting down on his bottom lip.

He groaned in response, his hands sneaking around your waist to hoist you up. “You’ve done enough hard work; you deserve to lie down now,” you joke as he gently makes way onto the soft bed sheets, holding onto your even softer thighs as you straddle him. 

His cock feels heavy in your hands as you position it underneath your throbbing pussy, shuddering as you tease your walls with the slick head. 

“You look so beautiful,” he praises, moving his warm hands up and down your hips, easing the strain you feel when you slowly sink down onto his length. You gasp when his thick tip disappears between your folds, but his sweet moans calm you down. Oh, you’re so tight. Just a little more, just like that. You’re doing so good for me, angel. 

“Oh my God, Spence,” you moan as your hips make contact with his. The stinging has eased into a delicious sense of being full, placing your hands on top of his tummy to keep yourself steady as you start rocking your hips. Spencer gives a firm squeeze, fingertips digging into the curve of your ass, sure it’s going to leave marks. 

You move your body up and down, breasts swaying with every one of your movements, the act completely hypnotizing Spencer. His head feels fuzzy and his throat dry as he watches you, not being able to believe how lucky he got. 

You up your speed, moaning and whimpering as you use his cock as your personal toy, his voice and face working as porn as he shudders in pure bliss underneath you. 

“Taking me— fuck — so well, baby,” he whines. Spencer places the soles of his feet flat on the bed, holding you tightly by your waist as he lifts his body up.

“Spencer!” you cry as his cock drives deeper into you. 

“Hm, I’m sorry, baby,” he murmurs in apology. “Just want to help you out.”

You nod — because even though you’re very much enjoying taking the lead, you know how good it feels when Spencer helps you out by pounding into you. So that’s what you do: sinking down onto him, meeting each of his thrusts as he bucks his hips up.

“Is it painful?” he asks considerately, nodding toward the way your heavy breasts bounce with each push of his hips.

You shrug, “Just a bit.” To be fair, you’re way too focused on the way your core tightens every time he buries his cock in your pussy, hitting that sweet spot inside of you as the veins decorated around his shaft tease your inner walls — to even care.

His large hands find their place on your breasts, squeezing them once, then twice, then looking back in your eyes. “I can work as your personal brassière.”

You chuckle, rolling your eyes. “Ah, how civil.”

“Did you know brassières were only invented in 1893? It’s fascinating because technically the first brassières dated back to ancient Greece. Actually, in Book 14 of Homer’s Iliad, there’s a reference to Aphrodite’s embroidered girdle.”

You hum, leaning forward to catch his lips. “And did you know that you talk too much?” You tease as you press another kiss to his mouth. “And did you know that no one uses the word brassières anymore?”

“But it’s the correct term!”

There’s only one other way to shut him up. You cradle your hands underneath his head, bending while tilting his head up to press his face against your tits. 

“Hmpf,” he mouths against your breasts, before easily finding your nipple to latch on. 

You hold onto the headboard, relishing in his touch as you pick up your rhythm again. His cock hits even deeper inside of you in this position. There’s something so electrifying about the stimulation of your breasts in combination with the pleasure against your G-spot. A feeling so electrifying you doubt you can hold on much longer. 

“Getting close, Spence,” you cry as his hands cradle your ass, holding the cheeks open as he pumps his length in and out of you.

“Not yet, sweetheart. Wait on me.”

His hot breath fans against your wet nipples, and you cry loudly, gripping the headboard until your knuckles turn white.

“I can’t, Spence. I can’t — feels so fucking good.”

“Yes, you can. Just a little longer. Make me proud, angel; I know you can.”

You tighten your walls around him — maybe it can be considered as cheating — but it works. Spencer groans as he bites down on your breast, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you squeal.

Spencer holds you tight against him, chests pressing together as he moves his hips with force. “That’s it — Oh, I’m close. Let go for me.” 

With one more jolt of his hips, you come undone. You cry incoherent words in the crook of his shoulder. Your legs are shaking from the strain of holding them open for so long. Your pussy flutters around him repeatedly until Spencer’s legs quiver in the same way as yours, filling you up with his warmth.

He groans in satisfaction, pushing his hips up a few more times to make sure his release is buried deep inside of you. The round head of his cock slips out of your folds. You let out a sharp gasp, still feeling the print he had left inside of you. You can feel the way your pussy twitches as his cum drips out of you and dribbles onto his thighs.

Spencer pulls some hairs out of your face, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple as you settle your head down on his sweaty chest.

“It's okay,” he soothes you. “You did so good.”

You smile sheepishly, drawing figures on his chest. “Yeah?”

He mirrors your smile. “Yeah. You did perfectly.” Another kiss to your face. “My beautiful, brilliant girl.”

Your heart does a leap out of joy. It’s easy to say afterward, but you can’t believe how you were ever scared to show yourself to him. Now only regretting not having done it sooner as you see the physical proof of how enamored he is with you. Maybe you didn’t fit the ideal you’d been forced to fit in all of your life, but if anything, there’s only more to love.

[hanasnx]

“ SHE JUST WENT TO HEAVEN AND BACK ” — clark kent.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ WARNINGS: fem reader ノ established relationship ノ sexual content: riding dick ノ playing dumb for a boy ノ some light humping ノ reader has kinda long hair ノ size difference.

you’re so desperate for clueless CLARK KENT’s attention that you play dumb and get him to mansplain his video game to you while you sit in his lap. he’s been busy lately and to get him to take the hint you wear one of your shortest skirts, invite yourself into the best seat in the house, and ask, “what’s this?” gesturing to his lit tv screen.

he explains it all, some boring lore he’s really into and the controls and the tricky part he’s stuck on right now.. and you resist the urge to roll your eyes at him. his pretty girl is sitting in his lap and he’s not even paying it any mind. but clark is paying it mind. he’s rambling bcos he’s nervous, and if you’d turn your head you’d see the pink dusting his cheeks. he can feel your bare thighs through his denim, and your floral shampoo fills his nose… he trails off mid sentence when he focuses too hard on the growing interest in his pants.

“i wanna play.” you say when you’ve had enough of his aimless babble, and without thinking it through, clark places the controller snugly in your palms, while his larger hands overlay yours.

“alright, so this button…” his thumb atop yours presses down in a click, and you see the avatar swipe air with his sword because of it. “is your attack move… and this—“ you’re not paying any attention to what he’s teaching you. instead, your brain conjures up evil memories of everything you’ve been missing. your eyes wander to the corner of his bed he’s sitting on, and you wish he’d fold you over on it like before. wrestle you down and pin you so he could flip your little skirt up and get to work. you’re tuning out his words while he’s playing the game over your hands which dampen with sweat, suddenly hot and bothered at the thought of him fucking you in this position… if only he were brave enough to unbuckle his pants.

your lips press together, your heart rate quickens, and clark’s ears perk up. thump thump… thump thump… thump thump…

he inhales sharply, right as the sting of what it feels like to be filled by him shoots up your core like lightning. you jump in place a little at the cruel trick your mind is playing on you, and the friction of your ass bumping against his halfie makes it twitch as it chubs up. the avatar’s HP lowers little by little as its enemies overwhelm it, but neither of you move.

“why didn’t you say anything?” clark’s breathless words come out husky and sultry as he chuffs them out of his teeth, lifting you up and down by your hips like you’re nothing more than a weight at the gym. your hands lay atop his, twisting your face as that cock buries itself right where you needed it, bullying that spongy spot in you sore from neglect. “i’ve been thinking about you, too…” he fills the silence, paired with the wet sounds of an eager pussy swallowing him up. he yanks you back, and you land on his chest still clothed, your hair bunches up on his shoulder while his lips find your ear. your hips now married with his, he rolls yours, screwing his dick into you like he’s rediscovering all your nooks n crannies.

one arm rounds you to secure you against him in a warm embrace, seeking out your clit between your spread legs, toying with it like taffy and it makes you whine.

“you didn’t have to act like you cared about my game,” he’s taunting you, right in your ear, ending it with a gentle nip of his teeth to your shell. the point of his canine sends a shock through you, and your legs straighten involuntarily. he keeps you where he wants you with overpowering strength, you can’t raise yourself when he’s got you in a vice. his thumb and index feel cruel against your bud, as if chastising you for trying to trick him.

“well, it worked, didn’t it?” you exhale, leisurely squirming against him desperate for some movement. there’s pride in your voice.

“this skirt worked.” he corrects. the skirt now bunched up around your waist about the same time he’d pushed his denim out of the way so he could free his cock and give you a new seat. “could hear your heartbeat, you were so obvious… c’mere.” he grants your wish for more, pushing you forward so he could gather your arms behind you. bent, your feet barely toe the ground while he uses your wrists to leverage you, tugging you back while he bounces you up with the force of his hips.

[gojoidyll]

+18, smut, mdni, f!reader, etc.

pt 1

You weren’t used to the attention that John was giving you. Your past partners never caring or giving a damn. So to feel just how much careful attention he is giving your weeping pussy is making your core throb and ache. And when he started to pull his fingers out, it made you whine embarrassingly loud.

The sound made him chuckle as he got up and pulled you along.

“Where- where are we going?”

“To my bed.”

That was another thing that made you almost lose your footing. You were never important enough for a bed. The hard floor or the lumpy, uncomfortable couch was all your dates ever brought you to. In your mind, however, you wouldn’t have minded John’s couch as it was more comfortable than the others you had the displeasure of sitting on.

“Are you sure? What about the mess?”

You couldn’t hide the way your voice wobbled as he ushered you into his room, his foot kicking the door closed as his hands gently worked on your pants, helping you shrug them off along with your panties.

He quirked an eyebrow at you, amusement clear in his features. And when you felt your clothing start to pool at your feet, you found that you were only dressed in your shirt and bra. The cool air made your thighs clench together.

“If I’m going to fuck ya, sweet girl, then it’s going to be in my bed. But before that…,” his voice trailed off as he helped you out of your shirt and unclipped your bra, the articles of clothing joining your jeans and panties, “I said I was going to have you sit on my face next.”

Without getting undressed himself, he pulled you along towards his bed. His hand gently tugging you forward when he sat down on the edge of, you now wedged between his thighs as he rested his hands on your hips, his fingers tracing lazy circles as he kissed your stomach. The feeling of him peppering you with kisses made you squirm.

“Well?”

“H- huh?”

He chuckled at your cluelessness, but didn’t dare make fun of you for it, “though I said where I wanted you to sit, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

He leaned back, pushed himself to where he was laying face down whilst pulling you with. Your chest pressed hard against his as he let one of his hands trail and gently squeeze at the fat of your ass.

A part of you always wanted to try, but with your past partners hating the idea of giving you oral while also giving you a clear display of disgust, you sort of dropped the idea entirely.

But John is offering, isn’t he?

He isn’t the type of man to do something he doesn’t want to after all.

“Only if… you really want to,” you manage to say.

“That’s what I am asking you. Do you want to?”

You found yourself gripping at the front of his shirt, the way his fingers worked you open was still imprinted in your cunt, you really want to feel his tongue too.

“Yes, please.”

The moment the words left your mouth, he had you sit up so you were straddling his waist. You tried not to whine out too much when your wet cunt pressed down against his hardening bulge, and he didn’t give you enough time to feel him as he already got a strong hold of your hips again and gently dragging you up.

“You’re so nervous.”

You didn’t know where to put your hands as your bare pussy hovered just over his mouth. None of your previous partners ever really looked to hard at your slick, but John made a point to just analyze all of you.

“I- I can’t help it, I never did something like this before.”

He chuckled softly, his breath gently hitting your cunt making you squirm in his hold, “then I best ruin you for everyone else, huh?”

Not giving you any time to give back a retort, he planted you down, his grip strong as he easily held you in place as his tongue licked a long stripe between your folds. The sudden contact made you squeal as started to lap at you, his tongue not missing a single inch even as he toys with your fluttering hole. The tip of his tongue gently prodding before delving in.

The heat and feeling of his tongue was way different, and even better as he let one of his hands let go of your waist to trail downwards.

Your moans and gasps filled up the quiet bedroom accompanied by the wet sounds your pussy made against his tongue and fingers.

And you think between each flick of his tongue and pump of his fingers that he was right.

He was ruining you for everyone else… that is, if you even want anyone else after this.

[mattsmedusa]

✎ 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 ✮ 𝐜.𝐬 『 +𝟏𝟖 』

ⓘ best friends? ᚐ sexual tension ᚐ blowjob ᚐ etc. + intended lowercase. 𝐰𝐜. 𝟐.𝟐𝐤

it had been an overall good day for you. you were out with a friend of yours, having gotten your nails done and now eating lunch with her. your friend started to talk about her recent little hook up. it wasn’t anything unusual, you were used to hearing your friends talk about stuff like that, but today... something in you was more curious than ever.

your friend went on and on about how good it was and how more guys should be like the one that she fucked at that party two days ago. she suddenly nudged your arm and leaned in to whisper in a hushed tone. "he was huge, like, quite literally choked me with it—it was definitely an experience." she laughed, immediately switching to a different topic but you couldn’t shake off the sudden flicker of curiosity.

blowjob. you had never done it before and all because you were intimidated by the idea of having a dick in your mouth. now though, the intimidation was gone, only leaving curiosity behind. the curiousity was persistent enough to keep lurking in the back of your mind, even as you stepped foot inside the triplets place later that day.

chris, your best friend, was sitting on his gaming chair—his back facing you—when you walked into his room. he was so concentrated on his game that he didn’t even notice you at first. you shrugged it off and immediately plopped on his bed, sprawled out like a starfish as you closed your eyes, relaxing on his bed like you owned it.

after a few minutes, chris stretched, taking off his headset and stood up to probably get something to drink and that’s when he noticed you. his eyes widened and he recoiled, putting a hand over his heart, not having expected to see you—or anyone in that matter—on his bed.

"kid- you fucking scared me, when did you even get here?" he shook his head, laughing despite his initial surprise. "laying on my bed like you own the shit, get up." he walked over to you with a silly grin, probably plotting something, but you sat up right as he approached the bed, making him jolt in surprise at your sudden movement.

"what’s wrong with you toda-" "how do you give someone a blowjob?" chris immediately paused, mouth still agape from the word he was about to say before you cut him off. he stared at you blankly and you stared back at him, determined. a part of you regretted your words, but you were too far gone into the curiosity to take it back. "what does it feel like?" you pressed on, leaning forward towards him.

"what did you say?" chris blinked at you, not sure if he heard it right or if he was just hearing shit. "did you just- did you seriously just ask me how to give someone head?" he burst out laughing, plopping on the bed beside you as he lost his shit—not believing what he was hearing.

"you didn’t just ask me that." he said in disbelief as his shoulders trembled with laughter, his eyes crinkling at the corners. but when he saw that you weren’t laughing along, he realised that you were dead serious. his laughter subsided, surprise flickering in his expression since you never brought something like this up—never sounded interested when he did.

"wait for real? you really wanna know?" he gave you a teasing grin, his eyebrows rising. "well, it’s not like i’ve sucked dick before so i can’t really tell you how, but i have gotten a blowjob before..." he trailed off, his grin widening as he leaned closer. "you want me to teach you or something?" he joked, but the joke fell flat as you nodded your head.

his eyes widened by a fraction before he let out a small chuckle, leaning back on his hands. he didn’t expect you to actually say yes, and well, why would he refuse? it’s nothing serious—or so he thinks.

chris swallowed down the worries and what if’s and slowly nodded, muttering a bit too breathless "alright" as he adjusted his position on the bed, watching your wide-eyed expression with a small smirk. "you wanna learn or no?" he teased putting a small pillow that he had on his bed on the floor in between his spread legs.

you blinked, staring at him for a good minute, not expecting him to actually go through with it. after a few seconds, you slowly stood up and walked towards him until you were right in front of him before kneeling down on the pillow. looking up at him, you noticed the way his pupils seemed slightly more enlarged than usual.

"you’ve a hairband or something?" he leaned back slightly, casually, trying to hide the fact that your proximity got his breath hitching. "so your hair won’t get in the way." he explained, watching as you leaned to the side to rummage through your bag, pulling out a hairband and tying your hair in a low ponytail with it.

"alright now..." he cursed internally at how breathless he sounded. he spread his legs wider, almost unconsciously as he felt his dick swell at the imagery his mind created of you sucking his dick with those doe eyes looking up at him. he was already half-hard and you hadn’t even done anything yet. you were just sitting in front of him looking so edible...

what is he thinking?

chris cleared his throat, finding his voice hoarse and undeniably needy. "you gotta, uh, get me fully hard first." he said. "don’t worry, i’ll guide you through it- just do what feels right." he reassured. he was starting to finally understand the gravity of the situation, but as per usual, he pushed the thoughts away.

you tentatively touched his boner straining against his sweatpants and your breath hitched at the warmth and hardness. your gaze flickered up to watch his reaction as you palmed his dick, swallowing thickly when you felt him swell further under your attention.

chris helped you pull down his sweatpants, his cock springing free and slapping his stomach before standing upright, precum already gathering on the tip. he stared down at his dick, then back at you, a small chuckle escaping when he saw your heated glance at his cock.

"staring at it like you wanna eat it." he mumbled with another chuckle. "huh?" you snapped out of your small trance and looked up at him. "you’re staring at my dick like you wanna eat it." he repeated, giving you a knowing smirk—which earned him a slap on his thigh, causing him to giggle.

"so do i just... lick it?" you questioned, ignoring the comment he made, tentatively reaching out to wrap your fingers around his base and feeling how girthy he was. he was big and long, causing you to feel that primal need to be filled. you shifted slightly, trying to will your body to behave, but fuck, he was easily bigger than any of the guys you’ve slept with before.

chris nodded subtly. "yeah... lick it like you would with an ice cream cone." he gently guided your head closer to his cock, the tip almost pulsing as a fresh bead of precum formed on the slit before slowly sliding down his shaft and onto your fingers.

you leaned closer and slowly licked up the underside of his length, from the base to the tip, with your tongue flattened—all while looking up at him with those doe eyes of yours. chris’ dick jumped in your hand, his breath hitching at the sudden warmth and wetness of your tongue. the way you were looking up at him so prettily got him feeling all types of ways.

you saw his reaction and interpreted it as you doing a good job and started to slowly become bolder, moving your hand in a twisting motion up and down his shaft while you kissed and licked his tip.

"f-fuck--" chris moaned quietly, his eyes closing briefly at the pleasure shooting through his whole body as your mouth focused solely on the head of his cock. his hand left your head to clutch onto the sheets beside his thigh. his hips twitched and jolted when you wrapped your lips around his cockhead, swirling your tongue around it.

you knew some things about a blowjob. the knowledge came from hearing about it from your friends, porn and some freaky reels you got recommended while doom scrolling on instagram. it’s not like you were completely innocent—you just hadn’t tried it out on anyone. but you were nervous nonetheless, seeking approval from him as you kept gazing up at him.

chris’ eyes snapped open when you took him deeper in your mouth. "wait- fuck, you sure this is your first time?" he breathed out, completely in awe at how good you were doing. he barely held himself back from rolling his eyes back when you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked up his length, letting it go with a wet pop.

"y-yeah, is it bad?" you asked panting softly, feeling insecure about your inexperience. your hand halted its motion on his dick, waiting for his reply.

chris quickly shook his head, "no, fuck no, you’re so fucking good at it... that’s why i asked," he explained, his chest heaving with ragged breaths, dick twitching subtly in your hand. he licked his lips subconsciously, eyes silently pleading with yours to keep going.

you let out a quiet sigh of relief and went back to what you were doing. getting bolder the more chris reacted. every small moan, whine or groan made your stomach flip. your panties were now uncomfortably wet, clinging to your pussy as you eased one more inch of his length into your mouth, gagging slightly before pulling off to pump him with your hand.

chris was so close to the edge already, finding it difficult to stay coherent so he simply stuck to letting you do your own thing as he leaned back on both hands. his head was thrown back, brows knitted together in pleasure and lips parted as soft moans fell freely from it.

you watched as chris’ breathing grew increasingly shallow, his hips jerking upwards and thighs trembling ever so slightly. that’s when you understood that he was about to come undone. the sudden realisation left your stomach doing somersaults and you immediately redoubled your efforts.

"wait, fuck- i’m gonna cum... if you don’t want—mmfhh—if you don’t want me to cum in your mouth then pull off." he said urgently. his breath hitched more frequently now as the bands in his stomach grew more and more taut.

you didn’t pull away though—you went faster, bobbing your head more enthusiastically as your hand took care of what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. you hollowed out your cheeks, sucking insistently before slowly going down and taking as much as you could.

that’s when chris suddenly held your head still between his hands, his hips giving a sharp thrust up and burying himself completely in your mouth as he came, eyes rolling back in ecstasy as breathy moans and profanities left his mouth. you felt his cock twitch and spurt out warm cum right down your throat.

chris’ hips jerked against your face, slowly riding out his high. he didn’t release your head until you slapped his thigh repeatedly, coughing as you tried your best to swallow down his release. he quickly let go of your head, mumbling a breathless "sorry" before slumping back on his bed. his chest heaved and body shuddered with aftershocks.

it took him a good minute to recover and when he did, he sat up, pulling his sweats up and looking at you like you had grown a second head. you simply chuckled at his surprised expression, wiping your mouth with a tissue from the tissue box beside his bed.

"you’re fucking insane." chris suddenly said. he was in disbelief that his inexperienced best friend just gave him the best blowjob he has ever received... and mind you, he has had his fair share of heads so when he thinks it’s good—it’s really fucking good.

"was it good?" you gave him a small grin, knowing the answer but not wanting to sound too full of yourself. your words made chris stare at you like you just told him something ridiculous.

"was it good?" he repeated your question with a laugh. "c’mon, you’re really gonna ask me that after making me moan and cum in like 2 minutes?" he teased, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he helped you stand up from your kneeling position in front of him.

"so, anything else you want me to teach you? ’cause i’m more than willing to be your personal instructor if you’re gonna do that good." he grinned shamelessly, laughing softly when you shoved him to the side.

"kid, don’t even try anything with me." you rolled your eyes, even as a small smile formed on your lips. you didn’t respond to his question, changing the subject as if nothing out of the ordinary happened, but you knew something shifted between you two after that. every little touch felt more than just a touch.

it’s probably just your imagination... right?

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✩ ˙˖˚᮫ ⁱˢᵃ ᮭ ᮭ.ᐟ i apologise for taking so long, hope you enjoy this nonetheless anon<3

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[eowynstwin]

i’m drooling at ur older bf price (not much else to say except when/if u ever have more thots abt him please share 🙏)

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You curl in on yourself after sex, sometimes. It’s a pattern Price has noticed—you’ll finish, then he will, and in the humid moments after, the shutters in your eyes will close. You won’t meet his gaze.

He’s only asked once about it, and it had been so clear that the question disturbed you that he hadn’t pressed. You’d tell him, he reasoned, when you were ready—

(And he could nudge you in that direction in the meanwhile.)

The sink is put back together, cabinet door closed. Your sundress is wrapped and twisted around your midsection, naked breasts wet with his saliva and compressed against his chest as you lay panting on top of him. His shirt is in some far-off corner, thrown aside, and his jeans are around his knees.

“That was nice,” he murmurs in your ear, kissing your hair. He makes a home for his fingertips between your shoulder blades, walking the trail of your spine, up and down, slow as a tide.

“Mm-hm,” you say, out at sea. Far away.

He can’t deny that it disappoints him. But it isn’t about him, and he shouldn’t make it so. Even if it is about him, it isn’t actually about him—it’s about something else that has attached itself to him. Things are like that more often than not—deeper, older problems with hooks, the barbed kind that sink in and cling and won’t come out of their own accord.

So he keeps kissing your hair, and he keeps stroking your back. His softened cock hasn’t slipped from you yet, and he makes no move to dislodge it. You nestle closer to him; shift your body over his, a little, just for the feeling of it. He waits for the sigh—the long, steady breath you take after the act, after you’ve found yourself again in wherever it is you go after moments like this.

“This is probably weird to talk about after sex,” you say, and Price’s ears perk up.

“Nothing weird between us, dove,” he encourages. “What’s on your mind?”

You play with his chest hair a little, twirling it around with the manicured ends of your nails. (A manicure he happily paid for.)

“You’re the first man who’s ever given a damn about me,” you mumble into his neck.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he says honestly. He kisses you again, because he wants to, and because he wants it to comfort you.

“You don’t make me feel stupid for not being able to do stuff on my own,” you continue. “My step—my mom’s husband. He used to make fun of me for, for getting confused about changing my car’s oil. Or he’d get annoyed at me. Or I’d need him to change my tires because I can’t do it on my own, and I’d call him for help, and he wouldn’t pick up the phone.”

“He sounds like a piece of work,” Price comments.

A younger version of himself would have offered to beat the shit out of the asshole. That self’s anger on your behalf sits radioactive in his chest even now—corrosive, roiling, righteous fury, ready to carve your name on whatever offal is left over after Price gets through with him.

But that would be for his own ego, not for you. That has no place here.

“Do you know—” and your voice breaks a little, “do you know how bad it feels when a man who’s supposed to look out for you treats you like you’re an idiot? Like you’re not smart enough to be worth helping?”

“Some,” he says. “It’s an awful feeling. I wish you didn’t know how it felt, dove. I’m sorry.”

He feels something warm and wet drip onto his chest, and your shoulders begin to shake.

It’s not the full-body, wracking cry of catharsis. Just an episode of something longer, something tired. A problem dealt with, over and over again—a wound that reopens sometimes, if it’s pulled the wrong way.

Price gathers you closer, wraps his arms around you tighter. He cups the back of your neck with one hand and murmurs “shhh” into your hair, soothing and quiet, squeezing you against him.

“I’m okay,” you say, a little watery. “Really, I am.”

“I know you are,” he says.

He tilts your face toward his, and kisses the center of your forehead. You meet his eyes with your own, wide and glistening with your tears.

“I’m always gonna help you, dove,” he promises, catching one that falls with the edge of his thumb. “And you can always ask.”

-

No I don’t have daddy issues why do you ask

[syluss-littlecrow]

Hi there, I dunno of you take requests but I'd like to request Sylus with MC who's love language is biting. And MC would also totally leave marks. And Sylus would think of his own payback for her everytime.

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<sylus x fem!reader>

genre/warnings: smut, pwp, unprotected sex, biting kink, backshots, pussy eating, breeding kink, size kink

w/c: 1.2K

a/n: thank you for my very first fic request here ❤️ sylus is definitely a biter (his little fangs!!) just wanna say I have plenty of skin for him to take a chomp off 😛

Sylus stares at the mirror, specifically staring down at the whole garden of love bites you’ve planted him with. He knows you’ve been biting him when he’s fucking you, but he doesn’t realise how much you’ve been taking bites out of him like he’s strawberry shortcake. 

Well, not that he minded. The thought of you thinking of marking him as yours secretly makes his heart flutter.

So he should return the favour, right?

Sylus takes in the scent of his shampoo on you, his eyes screwed shut as slowly breaths pull out of him. His palm is warm against the small of your back. You smell so fucking good just filled of him. It reminds him that you’re his. 

And even with his cock sheathed deep inside of you right now, he still thinks this isn’t enough. 

While swimming in his thoughts, he feels a sharp pain scatter on his shoulder blade. It barely lasts before it switches to pleasure when he realises that you’re biting onto his skin again. 

“Sweetie, aren’t you enjoying this too much?”, his low groans sending goosebumps across your skin. 

His fingers brush your hair away, his attention aimed on your neck, before he latches his lips, then his teeth, testing your pain threshold, ready to release at any sign of discomfort that you give. 

But a soft moan and your pussy tightening against his cock is what you return him. And Sylus can’t help but sink his teeth a little deeper while he forces you to fuck his cock. 

Your lewd cries grow louder whenever you lift yourself off his cock and impale yourself once more, and your lips have completely left his skin. 

Sylus presses his lips on your chest, cupping both tits with his large and slender fingers, pinching your nipples, all while grazing his teeth and licking your tits. It drives you nuts, and he figures that from the way cream is just coating his dick while he makes you ride him. 

He nibbles against the soft skin of your breast, then sucking the tender flesh, making sure he sees a soft bruise bloom on your chest. And he repeats it, over and over again, until you completely come undone on his dick, your pussy fluttering and leaking all over him, and your thighs shaking from being forced to cum all over his thick cock. 

He pauses to look up at you. His hand now is at the nape of your neck. 

“Did you cum all over my dick?” He asks, watching you nod your head shakily, the remnants of your orgasm still lingering in your spent pussy. 

Your mind is still hazy, but you still answer him, “yeah.”

“Good girl”, he chuckles. “But we’re not done yet.”

Sylus lifts you off him, and he’s already missing your warm tightness. Nonetheless, he has other plans. He can be patient. 

With much ease, consisting of a whole lot of using his Evol, you’re settled with his face between your legs. 

You’re about to protest about him not cumming yet, but when his tongue flicks against your wet clit, your mind shuts off, leaving behind trails of cries from overstimulation.

He switches between fucking his tongue into your pussy and then trailing his lips to the soft and thick flesh of your inner thighs—his actual target. 

You jolt at the sensation of his teeth grazing against your flesh again, a nice wave of slick slowly spilling out of your pathetic hole. 

Sylus makes sure he’s had his fill, and that’s filling your thighs with his bite marks and love bites until he’s satisfied. 

“Dirty kitten, getting off from being bitten, hmm?” The male in between your legs teases. He only receives a whine in response. 

Sylus quickly realises why you enjoy marking him so much—he wants to mark you all over as his too. He could get hooked onto this. 

He doesn’t forget to switch to the other side, sending your mind into an overstimulated frenzy when it’s as if he’s ready to have you for his next meal. 

Bruises and bite marks slowly fill up the empty spaces of your skin, with Sylus enjoying your sobs while your pussy only grows wetter from the sting. 

“Sylus, I’m sensitive-“, you whimper, your hands messing up his pale locks. Sylus casts you. an amused expression before he decides to have mercy on you, and pulls away. Sylus shifts to meet your eye level, pulling you into a dizzy kiss. 

His palms slide down your body, he leans into you, but he doesn’t press his weight onto you. 

“Turn around for me, kitten.” His whispers, and you do, soft gasps leaving your lips when you arch your back against him, feeling his thick cock rest against your creamy folds. 

“That’s it”, he encourages with praise, his hand adjusting his cock to line up right to your pulsing cunt before he pushes himself in, stuffing you full with a strained groan. “That’s a good fucking girl.”

He hears your quiet whimpers, and this time, he presses his body weight onto you. His fingers lift your chin up so you’re forced to face Sylus from the side. 

When he pulls out and thrusts into you from behind, it makes your thighs tremble from the sheer pleasure. 

The pace he’s setting is making you see stars, and when his lips are on your shoulder once more and he’s sinking his teeth into your skin, you’re losing it. 

You can barely keep your eyes open, your body completely submitting to the pleasure that Sylus is sinking you in. 

“Does this feel good, kitten?” He asks while another smack echoes in his room, his cock railed into you for the nth time.

Attempts to process his words are futile, especially not when he’s fucking your thoughts out of you. 

“So good. So fucking amazing”, you’re borderline sobbing, unintentionally pushing yourself back to make sure he’s making you full to the brim from every stroke 

While he’s drowning you in pleasure, Sylus makes sure he leaves a couple of marks down your neck to the best of his abilities. 

“I’m gonna cum”, your strained voice catches his attention, along with the way your pussy is squeezing Sylus’s dick. He groans at the sensation, his thrusts growing more heavy and desperate. Undoubtedly, you feel like fucking heaven on his cock. 

And when he feels you let go on his cock, his grip around on your neck tightens. He’s definitely not lasting any longer. Not when you’re luring him down with you like this. He wants so badly to ruin you, bring you down with him, mark every bare skin of yours possible.

So he does.

Sylus makes sure his final bite for the night blooms a gorgeous shade of wine on your bare skin, while his cum fills you up all the way, enjoying the way you’re shaking and whining. 

The corner of Sylus’s lips curl into a smirk while he watches you slowly drift into your slumber, your body inching close to him to catch his warmth. His gaze trails down to your chest, admiring his work of art—his bites imprinted across your neck, shoulders, chest, and especially around your nipples. He knows he’s ready for a scolding if you find out, but Sylus gets it now—there’s nothing more beautiful and satisfying as reminding you that you belong to him. 

[shawtuzi]

request: ‘Y/n showing her ass all on ig and ony fucks her shit up (and records it so he can show all her followers who really run shit🙂‍↔️)’

some more inspo vids: 1 & 2 & 3

ur mind is so powerful and that vid is *chef kiss* here you go nonnie hehe/// cw include: there’s actually a little bit of plot *gasp*, mentions of drinking, reader is a little tipsy throughout the story, protective!ony, oral f!receiving, unprotected sex, slight daddy kink, ony is a tease, dirty talk, praising, rough sex, creampie, rushed ending i’m sawry/// wc: 5.4k

“can you see my thong when i bend over?

ony’s eyes, that were previously fixated on the tv, flicked over to your form, pupils zooming in on the thin fabric of your thong that peeked out over your jeans. his full lips lifted into a smirk, teeth nibbling on his bottom lip. “yeah i can see it, don’t do too much bendin’ over.”

“yeah, yeah, whateverrrrr. the fit looks cute though right?” you did a little twirl for him, the obnoxious sounds of your heels clicking against the hardwood floor echoing throughout the room. ony paused his game, his eyes drinking in every inch of your outfit.

his pointer and middle fingers curled, beckoning you over to where he was sitting on the couch. as soon as you were in reach he yanked you onto his lap, your knees on either side of his thick thighs. “where are y’all heading to again?” he asked, tatted fingers trailing along the bare spots on your back.

your hands ran along his toned chest, his thin wife beater making it easy for you to feel every muscle and ridge. he always liked the way your long acrylics felt against his skin, it was almost comforting, in a way.

“we’re just gonna get some drinks, and then maybe go roller skating. nothin’ too crazy baby,” you’d lean in and give him a big smooch, but your lip combo was looking extraaaa perfect tonight.

his big hands cupped your ass over your jeans, before slowly moving up the play with the visible strings of your thong. “gonna be good tonight right? not gonna make me come up there and put nobody on a t-shirt right?”

ony knew you were as faithful as they came, and trusted you with everything in him, but what he did not trust was those thirsty sluts at the roller rink—especially the notorious connie springer. if he had a dollar for every time he heard about connie sweeping some girl off her skates he’d be a goddamn millionaire.

“don’t trip baby, it’s just gonna be me and the girls. if anyone tries it with me you’ll be the first to know,” and with that you were standing up. you bent over to give ony five featherlight kisses, careful not to mess up your lip gloss.

“be safe, i love you mama.”

“i love you more papa ❤︎”

( one mango margarita and three shots of tequila later . . . )

ony clutched his poor phone in irritation as he watched you act a complete fool on your instagram story. it started smooth at first, just a couple boomerangs and videos of you and your friends enjoying your time at the bar, but then he peeped that as he clicked through your story you seemed to be getting more and more lit.

what really did it for him was seeing you hang halfway out your friends car, your hips moving rather seductively as you shook your ass to the trap song that was playing over the stereo.

‘y/n, get your ass back in here! i’m not tryna get pulled over!’ he could hear your friend, who was the designated driver, say in annoyance.

you were already so lit and it’s only been an hour . . . what was he gonna do with you?

“ooou this girl is gonna be the death of me,” ony sighed, swiping over to the phone app. he looked over his contacts before clicking on ‘sun and stars ★’ aka you. the line rung six times before going to voicemail, but did that stop him from calling once more. on the fourth ring the line finally picked up, the sound of loud music and jumbled voices already giving poor ony a headache.

“babe?” he heard your cheery voice on the other end. wow, he hadn’t even realized how much he missed you until he heard your voice, his heart clenching at your missing presence. “hi baby, everything all right? i saw your story n’ it looks like you’re having a good time.”

“i ammmm, oh my gosh babe we gotta come here together sometime. i think s’like couples night or sum, everybody’s skating together and bein’ all sexy it’s making me miss youuuu.”

ony chuckled at the slurring in your voice, his thumb running over the tattoo of your name on the side of his pointer finger. fuck, he missed you.

it was quieter on your end of the line now, the loud music now nothing but a distant hum in the background. you must’ve went off to the bathroom to hear him better. “i miss you more, mama. n’ you know i can’t skate, i’d bust my ass every time!” he almost wanted to pout when you busted into a fit of giggles. oh how he wished he could hear your laugh in person.

“it’s okay, papa. m’gonna teach you and then we’ll be the sexiest couple in here,” you had a slight purr in your voice, and as shameless as it was, it did make ony’s dick jump a little. before he could say anything else you spoke once more, “i should get goin’ before they start looking for me. i’ll text you when i’m coming home, love you baby.”

ony’s head fell against the plushness of the couch, his lips turning into a frown. “i love you more, be good.” you giggled once more, promising that you’d be on your best behavior before hanging up, leaving onyankopon by himself once again. might as well make a little something for you to eat when you got home.

while ony whipped up something special for you at home, you were skating your heart out, doing all sorts of tricks n’ moves while your friends were fighting for their lives trying to keep from falling.

“yo, you’re pretty good.”

you nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt a hand on your shoulder, your body shrinking away out of instinct. any man’s touch that wasn’t ony made you wanna gag. seriously, like, who did these men think they were putting their grimy hands on you???

the man must’ve thought you were falling, because his grip on your shoulder tightened, pulling you closer to him. you hummed and moved a little to the side, the pace of your legs never faltering. once there was a safe distance between you and the stranger you finally spoke.

“thanks. i used to skate a lot when i was a kid,” your tone was short and dismissive. why was he even talking to you with this loud ass music in the background???you finally looked at him to get a good look at his face, and i’m assuming y’all already know who it is. sigh. you could already feel your buzz fading away.

you couldn’t deny that connie was handsome, but he wasn’t ony. no one could ever compete with your ony. whether it be looks, strength, book smarts, street smarts—anything the average human could do, onyankopon could do it better. at least that’s how it worked in your mind.

connie offered you a sweet smile, “do i know you? you look real familiar.”

“you might. i’m with onyankopon, i know y’all run in the same circles or whatever.” as you and connie talked the flash of someone’s phone hit you both, startling you the tiniest bit. you ignored it, deciding to keep the conversation with connie going until the song ended, but before you could even bid him farewell you heard your name being called numerous times.

your friends were standing at the entrance/exit of the rink, their skates now replaced with heels. you glanced at connie, muttering out a quick ‘see ya around’ before using a nearby railing to get out of the rink.

“that felt like the longest five minutes of my life,” you sighed, sitting on the nearest bench. “why do you guys look like that?” no one said anything, instead your phone was placed in front of your face, and what you saw made you actually gag.

it was a video of everyone in the rink skating to some rnb song, and there you were, front and center with connie by your side, his signature smirk gracing his lips.

“fucking ew! why do they have to get me, of all people, on candid camera with him? disgusting,” your nose was scrunched in disgust as you undid the laces to your skates. “ugh, i know right. let’s go do something else, i heard there’s gonna be a slide show not too far from hereeee. we should go there instead, yeah?” your best friend said, wiggling her phone in front of your face.

“a slide show? i don’t know girl, ony would be pissed. you know he don’t want me around that shit.” you knew your boyfriend well, and anything that had to do with a bunch of charged up men and expensive cars sounded like a bad situation to him, especially if he wasn’t there with you.

“don’t trip it’ll only be for like ten minutes, i promise. unless you wanna be lame and get dropped off”, your friend teased, and that had you pouting. you wanted to be good and listen to your boyfriend, but you also didn’t want the night to end quite yet.

“i got a blunt we can smoke on the way thereee,” your friend added. now that peaked your interest.

“well . . .”

[ 8 missed calls from my love ❤︎ ]

[ 6 new messages from my love ❤︎ ]

my love ❤︎ : please tell me you’re not where i think you are.

my love ❤︎ : baby answer the phone

my love ❤︎ : answer now or i’m coming up there.

my love ❤︎ : i’m omw.

“this fuckin’ girl,” ony sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. he knew you wanted to have a fun night with your friends, but this was an absolute no no for him. you not answering your phone, but still posting on your instagram story didn’t make things any better either.

he found the nearest parking spot he could and jumped out of the car, his feet moving before he could even lock the car. it seemed the slide show had turned into a party type of situation, groups of people and nice cars scattered throughout the street. he whipped out his phone, pulling up the find my app to pinpoint your exact location.

after ten minutes of searching and bland, one minute conversations with his friends, onyankopon finally found you. you were dancing to music playing from someone’s car, your behind backed up against your friends front. if he wasn’t so irritated with you, he would’ve stayed a few minutes longer in that spot to watch you dance some more.

you looked breathtaking, per usual. all the gold jewelry you were wearing had you looking like a walking goddess—his goddess.

ony took his time walking over to you. he could feel a smirk fighting its way onto his lips at the thought of your poor little face realizing you were somewhere you certainly shouldn’t be.

“y’all cute,” he called out in his most sarcastic tone. your body froze, panic flooding through your veins. fuck, has it been more than ten minutes?

you stood up straight, your bloodshot eyes connecting with ony’s chocolate ones. “h-hey baby! what’re you doin’ here?” your body was stiff as you walked over to him, careful not to trip over your heels. once he was in arms reach you fell into his chest, his musky, natural scent igniting a warmth in your lower half.

everything around you was muffled, all you could focus on was the steady beat of onyankopon’s heart. suddenly, he pulled away, muttering something about you hopping on his back. with little strength you jumped up, wrapping your arms around his neck, and your legs around his waist.

you turned to your friends, offering them a weak wave as ony carried you away, not saying a word. once you both made it to the car, he carefully set you inside, and adjusted your limbs so he was able to buckle you up.

the second he got in the car you turned to him, your lips pulled into a pout. “how drunk are you right now, babe?” he asked, taking your chin between his fingers to examine your face.

“i’m more high than drunk, but i’m fine, i don’t feel sick or nothin’,” your voice was quiet as you spoke, your hooded eyes looking anywhere but at him. “are you mad at me ony?” your eyes finally locked with his.

ony shook his head, “i am, but it’s okay we’ll get it sorted out at home. drink some of that water for me.” your eyes flicked to the water bottle that was dripping with condensation in the console. it looked heavenly to say the least.

the drive home was quiet besides the music playing quietly in the background, and you taking a few gulps of water every now and again. ony’s hand was glued to the thickness of your thigh the entire time, squeezing the jean covered flesh every couple of minutes.

he was silent when he parked the car in front of your apartment building, and he was silent on the way up to the apartment. he was quiet as church mouse when he helped you take off your heels, his lips pressing soft kisses your ankles when he took each heel off, and he was still silent when he helped you take off your top, leaving you in your bra and jeans.

ony knelt between your spread legs, his hands gripping onto your thighs for stability. “before i go ahead, just tell me one thing, did you have fun, baby?” his eyes softened as he waited for your response. you nodded, a small smile coming onto your lips.

“that’s good, i’m glad you had fun. now can you tell me why you were all the way in the city and not answering your phone?” his thick brow raised up, awaiting your response.

you nibbled on your bottom lip, the lip combo you were so proud of hours ago now smudged away. “we were sick of the roller rink, and jasmine heard about this slide show happening in the city sooo we went down there just to see what was going on. i tried saying no, i really did, baby, but then she bribed me with a blunt and full control of the aux so i caved.” your fingers began to fiddle with his own.

“i’m so sorry i didn’t answer i just a little too, um, immersed in my activities. and i’m sorry about the connie thing—”

“wait. what connie thing?”

your lips pulled into a straight line, your eyes squeezing shut in defeat. why, oh why did you have to bring that up?

“y/n, talk to me. use your words,” ony’s thumbs rubbed little circles into your thighs, silently telling you he’s not angry, and will not get angry at your response. he knew better than to think you tried anything with connie, he just wanted to know out of pure curiosity.

“well, since you asked—that lame came and talked to me. he be acting all nice n’ shit like everybody don’t know how much of a dog he really is.” ony couldn’t help but laugh at the scrunched up look on your face as you talked about it.

“and i guess the roller rink has an insta page or something, because next thing you know there’s a video of me and constance skating together. he followed me and liked everything on my story not even a half hour later—the man has zero shame! like, how’re you gonna waste my friends time, then come onto me like she’s not my friend and i don’t have a boyfriend?! granted, he only did say hi and complimented my skating but—”

ony could only smirk as you tipsily babbled about connie, and eventually moved on to a whole different topic. he didn’t interrupt you, instead he let you ramble on and looked at you with nothing but infatuation in his eyes.

suddenly your phone pinged, a notification from instagram popping up on your lock screen. “mmcht, speak of the devil,” you grabbed your phone, and opened the notification, showing ony exactly what you were talking about.

connie_springer replied to your story: i hope to see u again next time. we barley talked

ony read the message three times, his lips quirking into a playful smile. “‘barley’ . . . illiterate bitch.” it was silent for a few beats before you both burst into giggles.

now, you don’t exactly remember who initiated the kiss, but somehow ony managed to kiss you breathless, pinning you to the bed while his lips hungrily chased your own. his thumb pushed down on your chin, widening your lips just enough for him to slip his tongue inside your mouth.

“missed you baby,” he muttered against your lips. you tasted like spiked lemonade and strawberry gloss, an odd yet, salivating combo. you responded with a moan, your leg lifting up to wrap loosely around his waist.

“i wanna fuck.”

onyankopon grinned, his nose playfully nudging against yours. “all that liquor and weed went straight to your pussy hm?” his tone was teasing as he blindly reached between your bodies to undo the button of your jeans. “turn over, wanna take you from the back.” ony pecked your lips three times before helping you turn over, his strong hands moving towards your hips a second later to lift you to your knees.

the view before ony’s eyes was perfect.

you smiled when you saw a flash behind you—onyankopon loved taking him some pictures of his pretty girlfriend. you whipped your head around, your eyes flicking to ony’s concentrated one’s.

“you still mad at me baby?” you purred, playfully sticking your ass out more. a whine bubbled in your throat when you felt his bulge press right against your ass. ony kissed his teeth, “be quiet, y’know i wasn’t even mad in the first place. now look at the camera.”

you looked directly in the camera, you fluttered your lashes and gave him a tiny smirk before he took at least thirty pics of you in the same position. “beautiful . . .” you heard him mutter. you grinned, your cheeks heating up at the compliment.

“mm, you should post it that. connie follows you right? i think it’ll be funny.”

“what do you think i’m doin’, mama?” ony flashed you a smile, his fingers typing furiously at his phone before tossing it to the side. your phone dinged, a notification from instagram popping up. “d-did you tag me?” your breath hitched when ony tugged your jeans in one swift motion, the waistband now on the backs of your jeans.

ony knelt down, now eye level with your panty clad pussy. “i did, but you can look at that later,” was all he said before tugging your thong to the side, his warm tongue cupping your clit with quickness. you hummed in content, your face nuzzling into the comforter. ony traced slow, gentle circles around your clit, his tongue swiping down every couple of seconds to collect more of your essence on his tongue.

“f-fuck babe.” ony could hear your tiny voice whine, your hips now back and forth. he kissed your clit one last time before kissing his way up your pussy, his tongue slipping into your cunt with ease. his thumb replaced his tongue, rubbing tight, little circles on your clit.

onyankopon wasn’t shy to let you know that he liked giving you head. in just mere minutes he’d be moaning into your pussy and caressing your thighs delicately, mumbling little praises every now and again just to make sure you got the hint hehe.

your back arched when he rubbed the middle of his tongue, the softest part of it in your humble opinion, sloppily against your clit, dribbles of your essence now dripping off his chin and onto his chest. “yeah, y-yeah, keep doing that and i’ma cum,” your breath quickened, your eyes rolling back as the coil in your stomach got tighter n’ tighter.

“mmph, yeah? you gonna cum in my mouth baby? lemme hear you,” ony’s thumb pushed the skin above your clit up, exposing it even more to his skillful tongue. “y-yes on—y!” your kiss bitten lips dropped open, back arching impossibly deep when you felt his fingers pinch your clit.

“try that again, what’s my name? whose mouth are you gonna cum on?” as tipsy as you were, your cheeks still went hot at the mention of his ‘bedroom name’. truly you weren’t into calling men daddy at first, it put a sour taste in your mouth—but then ony came along. sure you called him ‘pa’ and ‘papa’ occasionally but this just felt . . . different. he didn’t push you into calling him anything during sex, only suggesting it, and you were sure you’d never even think to call him daddy . . . until one night, when he had you folded up, your spent pussy pulsing around his dick as you chanted his new name like a prayer.

“i-i’m, i’m gonna cum on your m-mouth *huff*, daddy.”

“atta girl,” ony hummed, wrapping his lips around your swollen clit. his middle and ring fingers slipped into your clenching entrance, immediately bumping into that spot that had you squealing. he would’ve made you cum whether you called him daddy or not, he just liked to fuck with you when you got like this. so annoying.

your thighs began to shake, your orgasm approaching closer and closer. “hah! hah! f-fuck m’cumminggg.” ony pushed your weight forward, his face burrowing into your pussy as he slurped and sucked up your cum like it was the finest wine he’d even tasted.

he licked you through your orgasm until you were whining oh so cutely in overstimulation. he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his tongue running over his lips just to make sure he didn’t miss anything.

“fix that arch,” ony grunted, tugging his sweats down in one swift motion, his achingly hard dick springing free. you mewled, fixing your position as you mentally prepared for the insane dicking you were about to receive.

he bent down, pressing one, two, three soft kisses across your waist. “you’re so pretty, look at me one more time,” you felt his warm hand squeeze your waist as he spoke, his words laced with love and adoration. you slowly craned your neck to look at him. your eye makeup was already becoming a little streaky, and your lips were all swollen—probably from biting them so hard.

“thank you baby, but with all due respect save the sappy shit for the aftercare, i need your dick now,” your tone was playful, but he could tell you really needed it by the way your hips started to shimmy. ony grinned, his hand reaching down to grip his leaking cock. he slapped it against your ass cheeks a few times before slipping himself between your folds, your wetness and warmth embracing him like the universes’ warmest hug.

he hissed, his teeth catching onto his bottom lip when he felt your hand press his cock impossibly close to your pussy. you could feel the dull throb of him against your clit, and it had you feeling dizzier than any liquor ever could.

“put it in, baby. i need it,” you whined into the comforter. your clit had a heartbeat in it so aggressive, it was borderline painful at this point. ony had had just about enough of his teasing too, because he fulfilled your wishes and filled you up with his dick the second you finished speaking. he was in to the hilt, your pussy gripping him like a vice as you tried to adjust to his size.

he pulled out less than halfway before slowly pushing back in. he did that over and over until he began a steady rhythm. “you’d think after all the times we done fucked you wouldn’t be this fuckin’ tight,” he grunted, slapping your right ass cheek with force.

ony noticed you becoming greedy for more, your hips seeming to have a mind of their own as you tried to match his slow strokes with quicker, sloppier movements. he fisted the flimsy of your thong, careful not to rip it. “slow. the fuck. down.” he growled in between strokes, making sure you felt each puncture of his dick against your cervix.

he tongued the inside of his cheek, thinking to himself for a moment before halting his movements. he puckered his lips, letting a glob of spit fall onto your untouched hole. he felt your body tense, a smirk coming onto his lips as he watched the spit trickle down and mix in with the creamy mess that was you.

before you could whine about his lack of thrusts, he started up a steady pace again, eventually getting faster and harder as the minutes ticked by. “you like that?” he grunted, using his free hand to push your head further into the mattress. you nodded as best as you could, “y-yes, daddy, i fu—huckin’ love ittt.”

you felt him in your stomach, your chest, your fucking head. you felt it everywhere—all your senses consumed by him.

in between his brutal strokes ony had a sudden need, he wanted a kiss. without stopping the rolls of his hips, he pushed your lower half down, his arm wrapping itself around your neck to prop your head up. your eyes rolled into the back of your skull, a line of drool slipping from your trembling lips and onto the comfort that was already soaked with your tears.

his pace switched from fast to slow, his hips snapping against your backside rather roughly with each thrust. “kiss me,” you heard him whisper into your ear, his hot tongue lolling out to lick over the shell of your ear.

“come on, baby. you can do it. jus’ turn your head a lil to the left and give your ony a kiss.” it took literally every ounce of strength you had to turn your head, but you succeeded and got rewarded with a very sloppy kiss. he sucked on your bottom lip, and then your tongue. his kisses tasted tart from previously devouring your pussy.

your feet thrashed against the bed, a moan getting caught in your throat as your second orgasm of the night hit you like a semi—unexpectedly mind you. ony pressed his pelvis harshly against your ass, his hips moving in slow circles to draw your orgasm as long as possible.

“can’t— *hiccup* c-can’t take anymore pa,” you sniffled, fat tears rolling your puffy cheeks. ony kissed you, long and slow, before pulling away. “yeah you can, stay like that,” he muttered, pushing himself up. his thighs were on either side of your hips, his dick still snuggly sheathed inside your aching cunt.

his hands squeezed at your ass cheeks, spreading them so he could get a view at the way your pussy gripped him. your mouth parted in a silent scream when he pushed his hips forward, his cock sliding an extra inch deeper. “too deep, ony! t-too deep,” you panted, your manicured hand reaching behind you to slap against his lower stomach.

“keep your hand there, s’not gonna stop me, baby. it never does,” he breathlessly chuckled, rolling his hips. something felt off. very, very off, like you were about to—

ony was slightly taken aback by your force as you pushed his hips back, his soaked cock slipping out as a flood of your cum hit the sheets. he could only watch in awe as your hand reached between your thighs, fingers sloppily rubbing circles around your clit. you didn’t really know were doing in that moment, but it just felt right. the giant coil in your tummy had finally unraveled, leaving you a gasping, sobbing mess as you rode out your second unexpected orgasm.

your body slumped against the mattress, your soaked thighs twitching violently. “what the fuck . . . i didn’t know you could do that,” ony muttered, his fingers swiping against the puddle formed on the sheets. you shrugged and shook your head. shit, you didn’t know you could do that either!

onyankopon scooted off the bed with shaky legs. he gently tugged your jeans off the rest of the way before turning you over. “just need you to hold on a little bit longer, mama. just need to make me cum, n’ then we’re done, okay? use your words so i know you’re good.” his fingers tapped at your jaw, signaling you to speak.

your lashes fluttered open, “m’good ony, wanna make you cum now.” onyankopon gave you a little smile, his eyes never once leaving yours as he set your ankles over his shoulders. he turned his head, giving both of your ankles a kiss. “my pretty baby,” he whispered, his hand reaching down to give his dick a few pumps.

he tapped the tip against your clit, smearing any leaking pre against your folds before slipping in with ease. you both moaned in unison, and funnily enough your noses both scrunched up the same way from being connected once more. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling the tiniest bit to let him know you’d like to be closer.

ony obliged, adjusting himself so he was able to lean down and be closer to you. the new angle had him hitting deeper, each thrust damn near knocking the air out of your poor lungs. “hah, love you, baby,” he panted, messily pressing his lips against yours. you cradled his face in your hands, your legs wrapping tightly around his slim waist. “love you more, daddy.”

ony groaned, his face nuzzling in your neck a second later to contain his whines. “inside? can i?” you heard him whine into your neck, his rhythm getting sloppier each time he pulled out. you nodded furiously, begging and pleading him like a lil slut to cum inside you that moment.

ony let out his first vocal moan of the night, his hand slapping beside your head to fist at the comforter. you felt a sudden warmth inside you and sighed contently, your legs tightening around his waist to keep him in place. he spent the next couple of minutes pathetically humping into your pussy, relishing in the aftershocks of his orgasm.

his grip on the sheets loosened, his body relaxing completely into yours. “ugh, baby, you’re so heavy,” you whined, pushing at his broad shoulders. ony only hummed, not moving an inch, and after multiple attempted to push him off you did the only thing you could do.

“hah! babe, d-don’t do that,” ony hissed, finally lifting his head up. you narrowed your eyes, clenching around his softened dick again, “then get the heck off me.” he sighed dramatically, pressing one last kiss to your neck before pushing himself up.

“all warm, mama?” ony hummed, wrapping your favorite fluffy towel around your bare body. you nodded, your mouth parting in a yawn. man were you ready to go the hell to bed.

after ony found his strength he got up and forced you into the shower with him, despite your whines and protest of being ‘too tired’. he held you for the first ten minutes, clutching onto your body as if you’d slip away while the hot water cascaded down your bodies. he then took his time washing your body, making sure no skin was left untouched before quickly doing himself.

now it was finally time for cuddles and, most importantly, time for bed.

he carried you to bed, of course, carefully laying you down on your side and tucking you in. when he got into bed you immediately latched to his side, your head finding its rightful place on his chest.

“shit, forgot i posted this,” ony chuckled showing you the story he had tagged you in an hour prior to your . . . activities. you examined the picture, a lazy smile making its way into your lips. “my ass looks so fat in this, good job babe.” you pat him on the chest a few times, your lips parting from yet another yawn.

“mm, you’re welcome, baby. not get some sleep, n’ make sure to dream about me,” he chuckled, giving your forehead three kisses.

[zvdvdlvr]

from the club

Derek’s wolf whistle made you roll your eyes and try to slip into your seat without drawing too much attention. “Damn, mama,” he sang teasingly, eyeing you up and down.

“Derek Morgan! I ought to-“

“Whoa!”

You glared at Spencer, trying to ifnore the way his eyes trailed over your cleavage. “It’s like you guys have never even been in the presence of a female before,” you snark sarcastically. Secretly, though, you feel complimented that such aesthetically pleasing people thought you looked good.

Emily, Jennifer, Penelope, and Rossi were later than Hotch surprisingly. Aaron strode in next, laying a stack of files on the table. He sat down at his regular spot and turned to make conversation until the other arrived when he turned and saw you. His lips drew thinly over his face as he watched you reach over the table to grab a file. He swallowed and averted his eyes from you when you sat back in your seat. Hotch felt like a pervert and averted his mind to the more pressing matter. Dead bodies, knives, murder, he repeated to himself- trying to draw blood away from his crotch.

J.J., Penelope, and Emily arrived next. “Coffee for you all, my precious gems!” Penny sang, placing the team’s favorite brews in front of them. After she placed yours down her eyes gleamed and she raised her eyebrows. “Did you call-“

“Penelope!” You hollered, turning away from the red-head with a laugh. 

She just giggled and wiggled her eyebrows. As Emily took her place beside you, she leaned in to whisper in your ear, “I’m no better than the men here, y/n. You look hot.” 

You swatted her away and waited for J.J. to start the briefing. Emily snickered beside you.

There was really nothing professional about being called into work wearing low-rise jeans and a lacey tank top. But it wasn’t your fault- some of your college friends had stopped in the city and wanted to go to the club and wouldn’t take no as an answer.

Rossi showed up right before Hotch said his favorite phrase (read: “wheels up in 30”). You collected your file and started out of the room.

“Good lo- y/n!”

You whipped around to see Penelope rushinf towards you. “Wh-What?”

“You’ve surprised me more times today than I thought possible, darling girl. Turn around! I didn’t know you had ink!” 

You breathed out a sigh of relief and tried to ignore the feeling of her cold fingers tracing over the black ink just above your jeans. “I have some on the mid back too,” you said quietly.

“Impressive,” Rossi- of all people- hummed. “One of my ex wives roped me into getting a matching tattoo with her. The pain was somethinf else and the aftercare was hell. Rookie, here has a high pain tolerance.” He patted your practically bare shoulder and walked by without another word.

Emily purred lowly as she walked by, laughing at the way you flipped her off in return.

“You know, Jeffery Dahmer didn’t consume people that had tattoos… He said that the ‘tattoos made the meat taste like… shit’,” Reid spouted.

The way Spencer paused before saying shit was endearing. Maybe it was your attraction to nerds, but you felt particularly flattered at the weight of his gaze on you. “That’s interesting, Spencer,” you replied quietly. “Did you know the oldest recorded tattoo ink recipe required insect eggs?”

Spencer just hummed.

“I- uh,” Aaron cleared his throat. You stepped back from Penelope’s hands. “I imagine you have more professional attire?”

Your cheeks flushed. “Yes, Hotch. I’m really sorry, my friends convinced me to go out with them, you know, and I-“

Hotch chuckled and held his hands up. “It’s okay, y/n. What you do on your own time is your business,” he said.

You wrung your hands. “Thanks, Hotch.”

“No problem, y/n.” Hotch started to walk away and you felt Derek’s arm wrap around your shoulder. “Nice ink,” he called back to you. 

“I’ll see you on the plane, y/n,” Spencer told you with a wave. You smiled back at him and watched him run a hand through his hair as he walked away.

“Lover boy’s gotta thing for you, y/n,” Derek told you, a shit eating grin on his face. “And Hotch too, if I took a guess. I think you made the old man pop a bo-“

“Derek Morgan!”

You shoved him off of you and tried to ignore his gleeful laughter.