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*Raddy doesnt stop her from cleaning the wounds on his knuckles or even stop her from forcing his way in his arms and in between his legs. He doesnt really seem like hes in the mood to stop her from really doing anything. He lets her hug him and apologize, looking down at her with watery eyes.*
*Though, after a bit he does do something. He brings his arms up to wrap around her tightly and he buries his face in the top of her head right between her ears. He still sniffling and sobbing, and he holds her tightly in his arms as he does so. And then, he speaks. His voice cracks a lot, he stumbles over his words quite often, and his voice is slightly muffled by her fur but his voice is audible*
" I- I did mean it- Its. . . Its not a phase. I know its not. . . I do love you. . . Its not a spur of the moment thing or- or something thats only gonna be temporary. . . "
*He wants her to believe him so so bad. He wants her to understand, to know that he really does love her. He wants her to know that its not only temporary, that its not just a in the moment thing. He adores her. Her mannerisms, her voice, the way she hugs him, everything about her is just perfect to him. He wants her to listen. He needs her to listen*
You know Raddy. I think its finally time someone told you this. You're pathetic. You hide all of your feelings behind this angry mask and say your fine. You're not even strong enough to reach out for help. Underneath everything you're just a weak, pathetic man who no one even likes.
" . . . "
[ Mod :: Anyone is free to interact with this post. Jesus though. Was not expecting this one. Brutal ahh anon :sob: ]
#sprunki raddy#sprunki wenda#sprunki rp#M: SORRY SORRY!! I passed out last night. It was late :sob:#He NEEDS her to understand#If she doesnt hes gonna be destroyed#He loves her. He really really does.
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I agree with your position on Calypso being childlike in Epic is detrimental to male victims of sexual assault, but it *is* within Homer's original work that the suitors had malicious thoughts about Penelope in a similar way. He didn't focus on it so explicitly like Jorge is going to do in Epic, but there are several times when Penelope mentions how much of a threat they are to 'us', and an additional moment where the suitors *do* deliberately express desire to have sex with her, and wait until she has left the room to speak in such a manner. From Wilson's translation:
She [Penelope] went back to her room, and took her son's uneasy words to heart. She went upstairs, along with both her slaves, and wept there for her dear Odysseus, until Athena gave her eyes sweet sleep.
Throughout the shadowy hall the suitors clamored, praying to lie beside her in her bed. Telemachus inhaled, then started speaking.
"You suitors, you are taking this too far. Let us enjoy the feast in peace. It is a lovely thing to listen to a bard, especially with one with such a godlike voice."
From Fagles' translation:
Astonished, she withdrew to her own room. She took to heart the clear good sense in what her son had said. Climbing up the loft chamber with her women, she fell to weeping for Odysseus, her beloved husband, till watchful Athena sealed her eyes with welcome sleep.
But the suitors broke into uproar through the shadowed halls, all of them lifting prayers to lie beside her, share her bed, until discreet Telemachus took command: "You suitors who plague my mother, you, you insolent, overweening... for this evening let us dine and take our pleasure, no more shouting now. What a fine thing it is to listen to such a bard as we have here --- the man sings like a god."
I do wish that Jorge had left in that aspect of Odysseus' time trapped with Calypso intact, as well as his time with Circe. The musical suffers without it because this then does seem to be like a sensationalism thing. Anyway, I have enjoyed reading your breakdowns so far! I hope to see more with the next saga coming out in a few days. Wishing you all the best.
Okay, first off, thank you for being respectful, unlike half the brain-dead trolls who canât read. I appreciate that you came with receipts, and you know what? Thatâs rare around these streets, so kudos for that. Seriously. You clearly care about the material, and that deserves respect. But now, let me roll up my sleeves because I do have some things to say.
Hereâs Wilsonâs translation again, from the same scene you mentioned:
âThe suitors made a din throughout the shadowy halls, each man praying to lie beside her in her bed.â
Praying. Highlight it. Circle it in red. These losers were not planning anything; they were fantasizing. Not plotting, not scheming, not planning some coordinated assault. Praying. These morons are fantasizing about her like horny teenagers, not predators with an actual plan. Because that is what they are. Youth.
Even Fagles, whoâs more dramatic in his language, sticks to the same tone:
âThe suitors broke into uproar through the shadowed halls, all of them lifting prayers to lie beside her, share her bedâŚâ
Lifting prayers. Again, theyâre fantasizing, not attacking. These guys are scum, but theyâre not warriors. Theyâre lazy, spineless leeches who drink Odysseusâ wine and stuff their faces with his food while posturing like kings.
The original line goes as follows:
"Îżáźą δួ Îľá˝ĎĎΟξνοΚ ĎΏνĎÎľĎ áźĎáž˝ áźÎťÎťÎŽÎťÎżÎšĎΚ ÎťÎγονĎÎż κοΚΟΡθξáżÎ˝."
Translated literally, it says:
âAnd they, all praying, said among themselves to lie with her.â
Letâs focus on Îľá˝ĎĎΟξνοΚ (euchomenoi), the main verb here. Itâs crucial because it doesnât mean âplottingâ or âplanning.â It means praying, wishing, or hoping â a nonviolent, internal desire directed toward the gods. These guys werenât conspiring to assault Penelope. They were sitting around fantasizing and asking divine forces to grant them her love (or, more likely, her submission).
Now, letâs look at κοΚΟΡθξáżÎ˝ (koimethein), which translates to âto sleepâ. It is...not even sexual. It is literally a normal verb, âto sleep.â Homer had plenty of vocabulary to describe acts of physical aggression if thatâs what he wanted to imply. Words like Î˛ÎšÎŹÎśĎ (biazĹ, meaning âto forceâ) or áźĎĎÎŹÎśĎ (harpazĹ, meaning âto seizeâ) are all over the Iliad and Odyssey. If the suitors were intending rape, Homer wouldâve used more explicit language. He didnât. Let me contrast this with an actual moment in the Odyssey where sexual violence is implied, when he recalls his time on the island of Calypso:
âáźÎ˝Î¸Îą Οὲν áźÎźĎáž˝ áźÎ˝ÎŹÎłÎşáż, Ďῠδὲ θξὰ áźĎáżśĎÎŹ ΟΚν áźĎĎÎľ.â (âThere he stayed out of necessity, for the goddess, in her love, held him there.â)
Notice the two parts here. Odysseus stayed out of necessity, not because he wanted to. And why was he there? Because Calypso held him. Thatâs not love. Thatâs entrapment. Homer makes it clear that Odysseus had no agency in this situation â he was kept there against his will.
Homer uses the same word when Odysseus describes his time with Circe:
âáźÎťÎťáž˝ áźÎźÎľÎ˝áž˝ áźÎ˝ ĎĎÎĎĎΚ Νι῜ν áźÎ˝ÎŹÎłÎşáż.â (âBut I stayed in her halls by necessity.â)
The word áźÎ˝ÎŹÎłÎşáż is usually translated to ânecessity,â but its meaning runs so much deeper. It implies force, constraint, distress, even violence. This isnât a neutral word, and it sure as hell isnât romantic.
When the gods finally intervene in the situation with Calypso, Hermes doesnât mince words:
âáźÎťÎťáž˝ ៤ĎοΚ δὴ νῌν Îżá˝ ĎοΚ θÎÎźÎšĎ áźĎĎ὜ν áźÎ˝ÎąÎşĎÎą θνΡĎὸν áźÎ˝Î´Ď῜ν áźĎĎκξΚν.â (âIt is not lawful for you to keep a mortal man here.â)
The gods themselves have to tell Calypso to let him go because she wonât do it willingly. Thatâs not the behavior of a tragic lover â itâs the behavior of someone who refuses to relinquish control.
Even when she finally agrees to release Odysseus, she doesnât make it easy for him. She says:
âκι὜ Ďὸν áźÎąĎÎą ĎονξĎΟξνον ο៴κιδξ νοĎĎáżĎιΚ.â (âI will allow him, suffering, to return home.â)
Notice that word â ĎονξĎΟξνον (poneumenon), meaning âsufferingâ or âtoiling.â Sheâs not helping him. Sheâs forcing him to work for his freedom, as if sheâs making him earn the right to escape. And what does she give him to leave? Not a ship, not safe passage â she hands him an axe and tells him to build his own raft. But anyway, back to the topic at hand. They suitors, yes, they are lusting after Penelope, but thereâs no plan of attack here. Theyâre scum, but theyâre cowardly scum. They want Penelope to hand herself over to them, not because theyâre forcing her physically, but because they think they can break her spirit. The whole point of the suitors is that theyâre lecherous freeloaders who donât actually have the guts to do anything.
And letâs talk about context. Penelope is a queen. Sheâs surrounded by her maids, she has her son in the house, and sheâs got the weight of Odysseusâ legacy protecting her. The suitors know they canât just drag her off to a bedroom without consequences. Theyâre playing a long game of manipulation and coercion, trying to wear her down until she chooses one of them. Thatâs why theyâre so frustrated by her weaving trick â because sheâs outsmarting them at their own game.
If Homer had wanted to imply a real physical threat, he wouldâve. This is the same guy who wrote gory, brutal battle scenes and didnât shy away from dark topics. He wasnât subtle. If the suitors were planning to physically assault Penelope, we would know. Instead, what we get is a bunch of entitled men sitting around, praying to get lucky.
Now, does this mean the suitors arenât a threat? Of course not. Their presence is invasive, degrading, and psychologically abusive. Penelope has to endure their constant disrespect and their lewd comments, and thatâs horrifying in its own way. But we have to call it what it is: harassment and coercion, not rape.
And I know some people will argue that itâs âjust a retellingâ and that Jorge has the right to make changes. Sure, he does. But if youâre going to adapt one of the most iconic texts in Western literature, you have a responsibility to understand what youâre working with. You canât just slap modern trauma narratives onto these characters without considering the implications.
So yeah, I disagree with you. The suitors werenât planning to rape Penelope. Thatâs not what Homer wrote, and itâs not what the story is about. The fact that so many people jump to that conclusion says more about our culture than it does about the text.
That said, I do appreciate your thoughtfulness and your willingness to engage in this discussion. Itâs rare to see someone actually care about the nuances of the Odyssey, even if we donât agree. Thanks for that.
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Andrew Garfield on The Late Late Show with James Corden
#I just think that he's the most beautiful person in the universe#andrew garfield#my gifs#I fidget with my rings like that sometimes too#I love his face and his voice and his mannerisms and the way he speaks#and his silliness and his compassion and his emotion and everything#I'm so soft for him I know it's ridiculous but I can't help it#spare hand in marriage sir??
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okay hear me outâŚ. reverse hybrid au⌠with tigerhybrid!sukuna bc nobody else can handle him because heâs so aggressive and overbearing .. so reader is their last resort zoo caretaker and theyâre is shocked at how itâs like reader has a leash on tigerhybrid!sukuna đ
IâVE GOT IT?
Synopsis: Youâre head of a completely different department so why are you being asked to help with an odd situation?
Warnings: Female!reader + Mean!Sukuna + cringe tropes (sorry) + Hybrid!Sukuna: ears and a tail + heat + cumming inside + doggy + NOTPROOFREAD!!! + obsessed!Sukuna
Pairings: Tigerhybrid!Sukuna x female!Reader
Notes: Iâm really working to improve my writing for you guys!! Esp my non-English speakers
âMiss please you know we would never beg like this if it wasnât urgent.â
âI donât specialize in that field, how many times must I tell you?â
You were getting sick of these scientists coming to you more often than normal, thereâs three right now begging for you to take on a case that you didnât want to do.
âSukuna is out of control, heâs already injured five of our best, now they refuse to work with himâ
âAnd I should be the sixth?â You say with a quirk of your brow.
They all stop and stare at one another, you have a good ass point what makes them think that youâll be the antidote for their beast they decided to keep.
âLike I said, my stance on this wonât change.â
Another voice in the doorway of your office speaks up: âIâll upgrade your pay and have you transferred up.â
Your ears perk up at this offer, to go even further where you are right now means business and a fuck ton of money. On the flip side it means facing whatever theyâre against but youâve always been a little greedy for money so you oblige.
The scientists made sure to throw you in the thinnest garments: âto let him know you donât have anything on you.â As they put it.
They also had told you no sudden movements and to talk with him in a calm manner, show him you arenât afraid and find out whatâs been making him so angry lately. Easy peasy except your life is on the line!
You disregard any negative thoughts of death and make your way into the place where they keep their hybrids, itâs like little apartments where they can do as they please in return for information on their biology, as far as you know they love it here. Youâve once met puppy!hybrids Satoru and Suguru they were very sweet men, needy but sweet.
Your first step into the apartment is met with a strong smell, a smell of something primal if that even has a smell. Itâs warm.
You start poking around his place, checking his fridge and looking for anything out of the ordinary, nothing seems amiss though. Itâs not until you come up to one of the doors and hear slight noises. You press your ear up closer making the noise more clearer: whining it sounds like whining.
Could he perhaps be In pain? You knock three times and announce youâre coming in. The door clicks and you start slowly pulling it open. You see the man in all his glory resting upon his bed, arms wrapped around his pillow and an unreadable expression.
Sukuna is big, heâs a big man compared to all the other hybrids, heâs brimming with pure muscle. Does he workout in here? Your thoughts are interrupted by slight growling: heâs warning you. Step any close r and he will have no choice but to harm you.
You pay him no mind, instead you step fully in and start looking around without a care in the world.
âYouâre making trouble- why is that?â You say while looking through his dresser.
âYouâre being extremely nosy, leave before I kill you.â He threatens harshly.
âIf you harm me Iâll have you sent somewhere else, I know where you come from and Iâm assuming you donât want to go back.â
The room goes eerily silent like heâs making a choice, he opens his mouth to speak but a groan accidentally slips past his lips.
Oh⌠the big oaf is in heat, and top scientists couldnât tell or try to track his cycle?
âYou in heat big guy?â
âNo-â
âSuch a liar, Iâm not here to make fun of you, Iâm here to make sure you get proper help.â
âThe only way Iâll get proper help is if I fuck someone.â So damn blunt you think to yourself.
He continues speaking: âI think you know they wonât allow that though.â
âWould you like some toys? I can request that for you.â
âUseless.â
You let out the loudest sigh and plop down on his fluffy bed. Bending your head in his direction you see heâs not looking at your face but your body, eyes fully trained on your pert nipples because of the cold.
You allow the poor suffering hybrid to mount you, putting a good bit of his weight on your back you can feel the outline of his thick meaty cock resting near your cunt and ass.
Heâs hard, fully hard and probably has been for a while: you feel almost a little bad.
Sukuna doesnât waste anytime grinding down against you, it feels so fucking good, his cock is accepting anything even if itâs the bare minimum. Everytime he meets your ass he whines, such a needy tiger you coo.
Heâs ignoring all the dirty little comments you send his way too focused on the only good sensation heâs felt for a while, his hand doesnât compare to your rounded ass. You reach between your legs and pull his shorts down, letting his cock bob free for a minute before heâs pushing up against you again.
Heâs producing so much precum that youCan feel it through your silky garments.
âSmells so good⌠really good.â âMhhhphmmm-â heâs now being open with his groans too focused on the feeling of his tip prodding your clothed pussy. His swishing tail is within your eyesight, you grab it and rub it for extra stimulation.
You help him a little bit by bouncing your ass against him. He places his head in the crook of your neck and starts nibbling on your neck, you can feel how sharp his damn teeth are and pray to yourself he isnât going to bite you: killing you in the process.
He doesnât do any of that instead he just lightly bites, using no strength at all. While heâs busying tearing up your neck you slip your panties off, grabbing his fat length and teasing your wet hole. Just feeling it in your hand has your body burning up in arousal itâs been a while since youâve had a cock, especially a cock his size.
You slowly start inching it in, the stretch is so damn unbearable and uncomfortable. When he feels what youâre doing he starts moving his hips already. An impatient thing such as him isnât gonna wait. He gets about halfway in and you feel a thick liquid fill you, did this beast just cum? Already?
âNhhhnn.. fuck-..â this doesnât deter him because heâs sitting fully on his knees and pulling you flush against him, his entire length snuggly inside your pussy. He doesnât wait to bounce you back on him, you canât comprehend anything properly so shocked by how he just made you take every inch of him.
Your lashes flutter closed as he ruts into you like youâre the damn sex tox heâs been given, one he wasnât gonna take care of properly. His hold on you is extremely tight so you can do nothing but take him fully, even when your walls threaten to constrict around him he pushes through it and keeps fucking Into you.
You allow him, allow him to thrust like a wild animal, mercilessly pulling all the way out of you just to slam back in. Drool is seeping down your neck where heâs latched on in droves. Heâs far too gone, pussy has never felt this good.
By the end Sukuna is still rutting uselessly, heâs not even hard anymore he just canât stop leaking cum nor has that good euphoric feeling stopped. Heâs made a mess of your pussy, his cum and yours seeping down your thighs and onto his ruined sheets.
Hes licking at your face and you can hear a deep rumbling in his chest, this big hybrid is purring in content. Any attempt to move from under him is completely halted, he wonât let you move even an inch.
He begins sucking on your nipples, theyâre definitely gonna be sore later but now it seems he just wants comfort and you fully give that to him. Rubbing his ears and whispering sweet nothings to him.
After that incident Sukuna is completely attached, he constantly whines for you to come see him including the scientists also calling for you to calm him down. He wonât let you have a moments peace.
Even when you tell him youâre extremely busy heâs having none of it, if he wants you to laze around and do nothing but rub him or praise/coddle him he completely expects it!
As his mate youâre meant to be with him all the time you should be grateful heâs even letting you leave the nest.
You were left fully shocked when he first called you his mate but the scientists explained that you were his first and now you are his last, they had all praised you because testing was made easier if you were there.
Theyâre all surprised to see him completely like mush under you, like one time when it was time for his blood to be drawn he made you come and sit in his lap while he had it taken. The doctors said he seemed to be completely smitten with you, in love and so possessive.
#zsworks#fem reader#jjk x fem!reader#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk x female reader#hybrid sukuna#Tiger!Sukuna#tiger hybrid#TigerHybrid!Sukuna#sukuna x female reader#sukuna x you#sukuna smut#sukuna x y/n#sukuna x reader#Sukuna#sukuna x fem!reader#hybrid x reader
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"you can smile?!"
crack, fluff, yuji & megumi <3
kento nanami x reader
Synopsis: you're a no-nonsense woman with a thick, rigid exterior... of course, until your husband shows up
to sum it up: yuji can't comprehend the shift in your aura when nanami comes around
WC: 931
Warning(s): none
"(Y/n) sensei sure is scary, huh?"
Itadori cups a hand over his mouth to whisper to Megumi, watching wearily as you stand afar with your hands on your hips and phone to your ear, surveying your surroundings coldly for the mission you have been sent to supervise with the boys.
"You think so?" Megumi asks tiredly, following Yuji's gaze.
"Duh! I mean, look at her!" the pink-haired vessel hisses. "She's always so serious."
Just then you throw a piercing glare their way over your shoulder, thoroughly irritated by Gojo's voice yapping nonsense to you over the phone as he explains that Yaga has sent another colleague en route to your location.
Yuji shivers, horrified that your glare is directed toward him and Fushiguro when in reality you are staring harshly in no particular direction. Something Gojo says on the call makes you suddenly twitch with anger, and you're barking nonsense into the speaker furiously as the strongest sorcerer chuckles in amusement on the other end before hanging up.
Megumi sweatdrops. "In her defense, anyone would react like that talking to that idiot."
"No, but she's on another level. It always feels like she's two seconds away from snapping!"
You tuck your phone into your pocket with a harsh sigh and pinched brows, making your way back over to the boys with that everpresent sternness in your mannerisms. Yuji pulls away from Megumi, straightening his hands at his sides. "Alright you two, sit tight," you speak firmly. "Another sorcerer is on their way."
"Yes ma'am!" Yuji straightens himself and solutes, Megumi rolling his eyes.
"Why do we need another sorcerer here?" the spiky haired teen asks.
"There may have been a miscalculation of the overall case's severity. They're sending someone else for backup to handle a different task in the same location while we focus on ours," you explain stiffly, tense eyes scattering over the seemingly empty high school for any further strange activity.
"Oh. Who's coming, then?"
As soon as the question leaves Itadori's mouth, you see your blonde-haired, well-dressed spouse step into view from afar. The three of you look over, finding Nanami swiftly approaching.
"Oh, hey! It's Nanami!" Yuji stretches out his arm to wave. "NANAMI! OVER HERE!"
"Stop yelling," Megumi scolds.
Kento shakes his head when he arrives, stepping close to your side. "I could already see you when I was walking over, Itadori," he says stiffly.
Itadori huffs, imagining that this mission will be twice as stressful now that the world's most formal sorcerer is accompanying you, the human embodiment of sincere grit, but when he looks back up at you, the tightness in your face has completely melted away when you look over at your husband.
The said man turns to you, hand meeting your lower back gently as he leans in to kiss your cheek softly. "Hello, sweetheart," he greets affectionately, and you... smile?? Your eyes soften and your cheeks warm, mannerisms completely shifting into those of a love-stricken schoolgirl under Nanami's gaze, making you look almost unrecognizable.
"Hi, honey," you say sweetly, the usual surliness in your intimidating tone nowhere to be found. Nanami's lips curl up slightly, a gentle smile gracing his face.
Yuji's jaw hits the floor and Megumi scrunches his nose in confusion, watching the two of you gaze at each other.
"WH-" Yuji stammers, pointing an accusing finger at you. "WHAT WAS THAT?"
You turn to look at the boy and sigh, hand connecting with your hip again as you raise a brow, normal demeanor slightly returning. "What are you talking about, Yuji?"
"Just then! You- You looked happy!" he shouts. "And you can smile?! NANAMI, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?!"
"Shut up, Itadori," Megum warns again harshly, and you snort.
"Do I not look like a person who can feel joy?"
The boy's eyes dart between you, Nanami's hand still resting on your back as the two of you stare at him with blank faces, the brief intimacy of your shared moment having vanished.
Megumi butts in as Itadori's brain fries itself attempting to understand what he's looking at. "I don't think you want him to answer that question."
"I wasn't aware that you've never seen (Y/n) and I greet each other," Nanami says curtly.
"I mean- no I haven't?!" Yuji exclaims. "I knew you were married, but I just figured you two showed affection by shaking hands!"
"Don't be ridiculous. Just because we take our jobs seriously doesn't mean we're robots," Kento says, in fact, very robotically.
Yuji grips his hair in torment, his shock rendering him speechless and unsure of how to process the situation.
You roll your eyes, turning over your shoulder to walk in the direction of the school's entrance. "Come on, you two. Enough dawdling, we have work to do," you direct sternly.
Your blonde partner follows close beside you, guiding you by your waist and looking down at you to say something the boys can't hear while you walk ahead. Your shoulders jump with a soft giggle, a sound completely foreign to the first years' ears. Yuji reels.
"Hurry up, you two!" you call out, tone once again, firm.
Itadori stands still with his back slumped and his brain scrambled, staring ahead quizzically. Megumi glances at him and scoffs an amused breath, slapping his hand on his back and walking forward. "Let's go."
Itadori jerks and looks up, baffled. "Huh? Megumi, don't tell me you think this is normal!"
"It's fine, you'll get over it."
"But I can't! I feel like the world's been thrown off balance!"
"You're so dramatic."
#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk fanfic#anime#jjk#jjk fandom#jjk season 2#jjk x you#nanami kento#megumi fushiguro#itadori yuuji#kento nanami x reader#kento nanami x y/n#kento nanami#kento nanami x you#jjk nanami#kento nanami fluff#nanami x reader#jujutsu nanami#jujutsu kaisen megumi#yuji itadori#jjk itadori
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ŕźâ§âË. "Shut up, mom!" prank with JJK men.
â featuring: nanami kento, gojo satoru, geto suguru.
âsynopsis: your child(ren) has a death wish for sure.
ânote: wasn't able to pick a name for nanami's child. also sorry to the anon who sent this, i had a hard time understanding the request at first. anyway, part 2?
ŕźâ§âË. reblog + comment!
ŕźâ§âË. NANAMI KENTO
âYou need to start learning how to fold your clothes,â you mention casually to your daughter as you carry a basket of warm laundry to the couch.
âWhy would I do that?â Nanamiâs eyes look up from his book, but he doesnât budge.
âWhen you move out, you will only have yourself to rely on,â you continue with the advice and your daughter rolls her eyes as she makes her way to the kitchen.
âUgh moving out this, moving out that. Just say you want to get rid of me.â
âWhatâI would never, Iâm just reminding you that one day you will become an adult andââ
âOh just shut up, mom!âÂ
You truly gave birth to a mini you, a prankster. When you first saw the tiktok trend, you and your daughter had giggled to yourselves at the thought of getting a reaction out of her father. Though, you did warn her of the repercussions. Your husband did not play when it came to showing respect to you.
âI beg your pardon?â Nanami sits up from the couch so fast, it almost makes you jump out of your skin. You donât have time to react, or hold him back before he is storming towards the kitchen where your teenage daughter was hiding. âWhat did you just say to your mother?â
âI said shut up, because she was bothering me.â
âAnd you think thatâs one way to speak to my wife?â You see his eyebrows furrow, he even slams the book he was reading down on the kitchen counter so hard that his arm veins are about to pop out.
âKento,â you walk up behind him, calling out his name softly.
âNo, let me take this.â
âNo baby listenââ
âI said I will take this.â Itâs only when he repeats himself in a stern manner, that your daughter starts to giggle nervously.
âDaddy, it was a prank.â
âYeah, baby itâs a prank.â You rub his shoulders and biceps reassuringly. Your daughter quickly wraps her arms around his waist and buries her face in his chest.
âIâd never be disrespectful like that.â
âYeah well, it almost gave me a heart attack,â his voice is now much softer and warmer as he exhales, running his fingers through his daughterâs hair. He pulls you towards him and kisses your forehead before patting his daughterâs head.
âNow, whose idea was it?â
âMommyâs.â
âHey!âÂ
ŕźâ§âË. GOJO SATORU
âHey Ryuu, could you take out the trash please?âÂ
âNo, Iâm busy.â Satoruâs ears perk up at the sound of his sonâs tone. But he doesnât budge from where heâs standing in the kitchen.
âBaby, itâs been sitting there all day and itâs full. Could you pleaseââ
âShut up, mom. I said Iâm busy.â
Normally, Satoru wasnât easy to rile up. His relationship with his son was hilarious, one where he doted on his child whilst the latter pretended as though he couldnât stand all the love and affection he received from his dad. But despite all the love that Satoru had for his son, you were number one. You come first, you are his wife and the mother of his child. When his son will leave, you will be the one he gets to spend the rest of his time withâand when he decided to marry you, a child wasnât even in the picture.
So he will be damned if he was just going to stand there and let his son talk to you like that.
You freeze when you feel a sudden surge of cursed energyâyou knew your husband when he got angry, it clouded over the rational part of his brain. So when you see him start to walk upstairs where his son is, you have to physically grab his arm to stop him. Thank god the infinity was off.
âSatoruâ toru! Baby!â
���Who the fuck does he think he is, huh?â His eyes are glowing. You really shouldnât have played this prank on him.
âItâs a prank baby.âÂ
âA prank?â Itâs fascinating how this man can go from 0 to 100 back to 0 so quickly. He calms down so fast, glancing at the top of the stairs where he sees his son standing with his hands in his pockets.
âI told her it would be a bad idea.â
âIâhey! I didnât think it was gonna be this bad,â
âI did,â Ryuu starts to walk down the stairs and past you two. âHeâs said it before. He doesnât play when it comes to people showing you respect, even if itâs his own son.âÂ
Satoru can only sigh at his sonâs words before staring at you. âDonât do that again.â
âI wonâtâŚBut I wonât lie, seeing you riled up like thatââ
âIâm too old to have a sibling!â
ŕźâ§âË. GETO SUGURU
Your girls were a giggly mess. You shush them before saying very loudly.
âIn what world is this acceptable?âÂ
âMom,â your daughter, Tsukimi, feigns an annoyed tone, refusing to look up from her phone. âI really donât care.â
âBut I do.â You stand over her bed, motioning for her twin sister to get into the role as well.
âDoes it matter?â Asahi uses the same annoyed, bored tone. One that quickly catches Suguruâs attention. He walks into the main area from the garage before hearing the argument upstairs.Â
Quickly wiping his hands with the dirty rag attached to his pants, he starts to make his way up to your twin daughtersâ room to see what it was about.Â
âOf course it does, Iâm your mother.â
âYouâre really just pushing it.â
âYou sneaked out last night! Do you know how disappointed your father will be?â Suguru freezes up at the revelation. But he doesnât let his disappointment or anger get the best of him, maybe the four of you can work this outâyour girls were at a rebellious age, this was bound to happen and all he needs to do is figure out a way for all of you to get along withoutâ
âArenât you supposed to be our best friend or something?â Tsukimi sits up on the bed, furrowing her eyebrows in a way that reminds you how similar her and her fatherâs features are.Â
âRight now Iâm your mother.âÂ
âOh would you just shut up?â
A loud slam makes the three of you flinch, and you turn to find Suguru standing by the door looking as angry as a raging bull.
âWho said it.â
âWhaââ
âWho said it. Who was it?â He is so furious you could see steam coming out from the top of his head. âHave you lost your fucking minds to be talking to your mother like that? Did I fail at educating you or what?â
âSuguruââ
âNo,â he puts a hand on your shoulder, gently pushing you out of the room. âI need to talk to them.â
âNo wait, listenââ
âI donât want to hear it.â When you see that he had a stern look on his face, you realize that you need to save your daughters from the prank.
âIt was a prank. I promise you.âÂ
âIt really was a prank,â your twin daughters are sitting on the same bed, looking as sheepish and as guilty as ever.Â
âAnd it was my idea,â Tsukimi adds.Â
âAnd I didnât stop her.â Your thumbs trace his cheeks, smiling apologetically at him. âSorry,âÂ
Suguru sighs, resting his hands on his hips as he shakes his head.
âFucking prankters. That almost gave me a heart attack.â
âBut admit it, weâre good actresses, right?â Asahi asks with a grin and Suguru chuckles before ruffling her hair.
âYeah, you sure are.â
â â: COMMISSIONS | KOFI
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bringing your work home with you | S.R.
spencer shares details of a case with you - with a hands-on learning approach
who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: smut (18+ mdni) content warnings: case information from 10x17 "breath play", erotic asphyxiation, choking, fingering, praise kink, aftercare, explicit consent, softdom!spencer, sub!reader, dacryphilia (ish), established relationship dl;dr. word count: 1.74k a/n: im no longer afraid of being perceived on the internet (lie) and will begin writing whatever i want (truth). including this.
âHow was work?â You asked hesitantly, looking across the couch to where Spencer was sitting. He was lost in thought, although, you supposed if you had just returned from Wisconsin, youâd feel relatively similar.
Spencer hummed absentmindedly in response while flipping through the pages of the file he brought home with him. âThe UnSub certainly had a unique signature,â he answered, dragging his thumb across his lower lip in thought.
You tilted your head to the side in curiosity, âOh, yeah?â It wasnât often that Spencer shared details of cases with you, usually because the information heâd be divulging was privileged, but you shuffled over a cushion in hopes that heâd share with you. âWhat was it?â
He reached over and ruffled your hair affectionately, âHe had a particular affinity for erotic asphyxiation. Each of his victims had read this book, Bare Reflections, and thatâs how he found them â through sexual fantasies.â
Furrowing your brows, you rested your face in your hand, âSo like⌠sex choking?â
âYes, love. Like sex choking,â Spencer said, not without humor, before getting up and going to the kitchen, asking you if you needed anything as he did.
When he returned, sitting down on the couch and flipping the file back open, you leaned to the side and said, âI never got the whole choking thing. Not being able to breathe never seemed very sexy to me.â
At that, Spencer closed the file he was scribbling in and set it on the coffee table, âItâs not meant to fully restrict your breathing. At least, not if youâre doing it properly.â
âAnd you know how to do it properly?â You challenged, raising a single brow at your boyfriend.
He laughed breathily at your test, âI know human anatomy well enough to know not to press on your trachea.â
You fail to hide the way your eyes widen when he speaks to you, his use of the words âyour tracheaâ implying that he is now thinking about choking you. âCool,â you responded, your brain spinning as you began to think about Spencerâs hand on your throat.
âCome here,â Spencer spoke up, already grabbing your waist and sliding you across the worn leather of the couch. He carefully guided your body over his own until youâre straddling him â one knee on either side of his hips. âYouâre a kinesthetic learner, youâll do better with a hands-on approach.â
Letting a shuddered breath loose, you met Spencerâs eyes, âHi,â you whispered, keeping your voice low as if you were sharing a secret in a crowded room. Without waiting for him to move, you ducked your head and pressed your lips to his. Quickly, Spencerâs lips coaxed yours open, allowing for his tongue to slip into your mouth.
Spencerâs arms wrapped tightly around you, pressing your chest to his so that you could feel the buttons of his work shirt through the thin cotton of your t-shirt. You were severely underdressed compared to him, lounging in just a t-shirt and underwear while he was wearing his work attire â it just added to the power dynamic you were navigating.
Gently, Spencer tugged at your lower lip, taking the flesh between his teeth before pulling away from the kiss. âDo you trust me?â He asked, loosening his hold on you, and instead running his hands down your arms in a soothing manner.
Straightening up, you nodded, âYes,â you responded, reaching a hand up and grabbing a fistful of his shirt.
Lifting his dominant hand to your neck, your breathing faltered as he put his hand at the front of your neck, the thumb on one side and the remainder of his fingers on the opposite. âIs this alright?â He murmured, using his free hand to trace small circles on your inner thigh, leaving you wishing you could press your legs together in a desperate attempt for friction.
âYes,â you repeated yourself, taking the inside of your cheek between your molars and sighing when he moved his hand from your leg.
Nodding assuredly, Spencer brushed your hair from your face, his dominant hand never straying from its newfound home on your throat. âGood, Iâm going to keep asking because weâve never talked about this before,â he informed you. âI wonât fully restrict your airway. If you need me to stop at any point, just tap my arm three times.â
His words led you to relax. The two of you left almost everything on the table, and you were usually good about discussing things ahead of time. You were sure heâd start doing things he knows you like in order to put you at ease. âThank you,â you whispered, studying his golden irises.
âSuch good manners for me, angel,â he praised you, noting the way your back straightens up when he does so. âWhen I squeeze the sides of your throat like this,â he said, keeping his voice gentle as his hand tightened around your neck, âIâm stopping some of the air from getting to your brain, which makes you feel lightheaded, and when I let go,â he released his firm hold, âYou feel a release of dopamine, serotonin, and endorphins that make your head spin.â
As Spencer guided you through the process, you felt yourself getting needier. Humming lowly as you came down from the high, you noticed Spencerâs hand back between your thighs â you couldnât tell when he had moved his hand, you were too preoccupied.
You held your breath as his hand slipped into your panties, âHey,â he chided, snapping you out of your anticipation. âDonât hold your breath,â he says sternly, âI wonât touch you if you hold your breath.â
Pointedly taking a deep breath, it took all of your focus to maintain your breathing as he gently slid a finger between your folds, the wet noise only muffled by the fabric of your underwear. Tentatively, Spencer slipped his finger inside you, swirling it around your inner walls before pulling it out and pushing it back in, squeezing the sides of your throat as he started fingering you at a steady pace.
âDo you feel that?â He asked, continuing the pace he had set, keeping his voice low as he spoke to you. âHow when I squeeze your throat your cunt tightens around my finger?â
Reaching a hand up, you gripped his forearm and placed your other hand on his shoulder, trying to steady yourself and desperately needing something to do with your hands. You let out a soft moan as he easily added another finger to his ministrations, your volume growing louder as he released your throat. Your skin flushed as you bit your bottom lip and looked up to the ceiling.
Quickly squeezing your neck, Spencer brought your attention back down to him, âKeep your eyes on me, love.â
You nodded almost imperceptibly in response, blinking rapidly, but leaving your head where Spencer held it â gently forcing you to maintain eye contact with him as he started curling his fingers inside of you, pushing his fingertips against your inner walls. âSpence,â you whispered, letting out a low whine as you feel your orgasm beginning to build in your lower belly.
âDid you wanna cum? Make a mess all over my hand?â Spencer asked tantalizingly, resuming pressure on your throat before you even had a chance to respond to him. He was enjoying this just as much as you were.
As you maintained eye contact with Spencer, he began to press the heel of his palm against your clit, the pressure only adding to your lightheadedness. With his hand on your neck, your moans come out garbled, forcing their way through your body. âFuck,â the word came out as a hiss as tears gathered in your lower lash line. Between the pressure on your clit and throat and the continuing ministrations of his digits, your orgasm built up quickly.
In-kind with the pressure on your throat, you squeezed firmly at Spencerâs forearm, and he watched carefully to make sure that you werenât trying to tap on his arm.
Your tears flooded over the edge, slowly streaming down your cheeks. You blinked to clear your eyes, but you didnât let your eye contact with Spencer waver.
A small whimper escaped your throat, and Spencer hummed, âThere you go, angel.â He said, nodding as his fingers continued working you to your peak, âI know,â he cajoled when you whined again. âI know. Let it go for me,â he murmured, watching as your body shuddered.
Once your orgasm hits its zenith, Spencer released his hold on your neck, moving his hand to your shoulder to keep you upright while your pussy spasmed around his still-thrusting fingers. Endorphins flooded your mind, prolonging your orgasm for god knows how long until he finally withdrew his fingers from your underwear.
While you remembered how to breathe, Spencer moved his hand from your shoulder to your back, gently pressing on your spine and letting your body fall forward. âI knew youâd like that,â he whispered mischievously, and if you had the energy, you would have rolled your eyes. âHow are you feeling?â
Groaning, you buried your face in the crook of Spencerâs neck, âJell-O,â you responded simply.
Your eyes were barely open as Spencer reached over for a tissue box, wiping your slick off of his hand before slipping his hand beneath the waistband of your panties. You whined and tried to push his hand away, âI know, baby. I just want to wipe you up a bit.â He told you before gathering your wetness on the tissue, wrapping it up and placing it on the end table.
âToss it,â you mumbled sleepily, ignorant of the fact that youâre still in his lap.
Wrapping an arm around you tightly, Spencer pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, âWhen you feel like moving, Iâll clean up.â He reached over for a glass of water from the end table, grabbing it from its coaster and trying to hand it to you, âCome on, you need water.â
Sighing, you forced your eyes open, ââm tired,â you told him, reaching a shaky hand up for the glass.
Spencer kept a hand on the glass as you drank from it, setting it back down when you were done and smiling softly at your sleepy nature. âRehydrating is a nonnegotiable,â he whispered gently, but you were already asleep - or close enough to it that you didnât respond.
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His Delicate Flower Of Rome
Summary: when Lucius found out you were Marcus Acaciusâs daughter he knew he had to have you, and when the opportunity was right he wasnât holding back
Warnings: explicit content, mature themes, smut, unprotected sex, slightly dom Lucius, submissive reader, smidge of spanking
A/N: hello my lovelies! I was genuinely surprised that there isnât more fics of Paul or Lucius out there so I wanted to write something for him, and hope everyone likes it and share your thoughts on if I should keep writing for him! If you wish to be added to a tag list please let me know! Or if you have any requests do not hesitate to submit it to my inbox! Donât forget to reblog and comment! Thank you! XOXO
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"That's it flower, that's a good woman." Soft praises echoing in your ear as you sank down on Lucius's erect length. His calloused hands caressing your skin so tenderly. "Are you feeling all of me?"
"Mhm." Struggling to find the right words as you concentrated more on adjusting around his cock. Twisting your face in an unusual manner he couldn't resist as he leaned forward to place light kisses on your heated cheeks and temple.
"Do the gods hold your tongue? Can you not speak?" Keeping his voice deep and low as his words teased you.
"Lucius please." Whimpering pathetically as you continued to grind your hips back and forth. Lucius chuckling at how eager and desperate you were for him.
"Do you enjoy fucking gladiators? Does that moisten your thighs? Does your father know what a whore you are?" He taunted you as you bit your bottom lip realizing that his words held more truth than you wanted. Soon as Lucius found out you were Marcus Acacius's daughter he wasted no time in seducing you. "I've been longing to feel this cunt around me for too long."
He loved the feeling of your skin touching his. The way your body had molded into his so perfectly. A fierce bloodthirsty champion of the arena was holding you like a delicate flower. Lucius was enjoying this way more than he intended, and was already planning on never letting you go.
"Gods you are tight." Large hands holding the fat flesh of your thighs his thumb stroking your skin soothingly. Feeling so warm and incredibly deep. "You have not been fucked the way you should be."
Nodding your head in agreement unable to speak as you wrapped your hands around his thick neck. Beginning to tremble as you moved your legs to raise yourself better. Lucious guiding your hips now as he looked down to where you two were connected.
"Take it easy I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself." Noticing how aggressively you were bouncing on his cock. Even as his hands swatted your backside in warning you still continued to ignore him. So lost in the clouds you didn't want to come down.
"I can do it Lucius." Assuring him with such innocent eyes he couldn't help but smirk at how badly you wanted this. "Gods you are so big."
"Fuck." He grunts before pulling your body on top of his as he laid along the bed. He was surprised how soft it was considering he had been sleeping on stone for so long.
Gasping as he lifted his knees and started to pound into your cunt with absolutely no mercy giving you exactly what you wanted. His lips warm and desperate as they peppered kisses along your neck and shoulder. His hands keeping a firm grip on your ass using it as leverage.
"Oh gods." Crying out as he growled in your ear with such animosity it had a shiver running down your spine.
"The gods will never make you feel like this." Hissing into your ear and in just mere seconds tears are glistening in your eyes with such intensity. "Only my cock can bring you to such pleasure."
"Yes, my champion." We're all the words Lucius needed to hear before he suddenly flipped you on your back his cock never slipping from inside you. Grabbing your legs and placing them on his shoulders, as he got right back into the same rhythm.
Drilling into your sweet spot as he leaned forward slightly his face right above yours. Lucius was oozing with confidence in everything that he did. Whether it was in the colosseum or the bedroom. Bit surprised that a man like him would want anything to do with the generals daughter.
"I'm close." Informing him as your body started to shake a fire igniting in the pit of your stomach. Head tossed back in complete ecstasy as you couldn't hold back anymore.
"Let go I am right here." Cooing into your ear like he was revealing his secrets. His deep and seductive tone was sending you right over the edge.
"Oh gods." Crying out as your orgasm was swiftly approaching still sensitive from your previous release by his tongue. Lucius looking down at your remarkable expression unable to look anywhere else. Loving that he was the one in control, and held all this power in your pleasure. It made him feel like a god.
Your senses were extremely heightened, and feeling overwhelmed and vulnerable. Not sure how much longer you could hold on. Lucius could sense this, and he knew what would help relieve you.
"Let me see those beautiful eyes." He instructed to which you immediately followed not seeing that he was reaching a hand down between your bodies to your puffy clit. Rubbing rapid circles making you scream hands scratching along his back surely leaving marks.
Your ribcage rising and falling with each quick breath. Hands falling down to your side feeling loose and numb. Stomach trembling from the resounding orgasm you just experienced. Your battered cunt was so sore from being stretched and abused. Feeling his hands gently caressing your trembling thighs as he stayed still inside of you.
âThe gods have surely blessed me on this night.â Speaking trying to catch his breath as he smiled down at you.
âSeems the gods bless you every night.â Moving from underneath him his cock slipping out as he laid next to you. The only sound you could hear was the water fountain outside of your room, and the crackles from the fireplace. Expecting Lucius to gather himself, and never speak to you again.
âTake comfort in my arms, and I will hold you while you sleep.â Pulling your body against his before you could say anything. The unexpected gesture made you feel something that youâve never felt before. âSleep my delicate flower.â
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THE HISTORY BOOK ON THE SHELF. ( HOTD x Reader )
AUTHOR NOTE! Thanks for all the love. <3 pairing: King Aegon ii Targaryen x Targaryen! Little Sister! Reader prompt: When the small council plans to marry off once again, you turn to your older brother for help. word count: 1, 000+ words
You were the youngest and third daughter of Alicent and Viserys. A few months younger than Helaena and Aegon's little shadow in your childhood. Your older brother at first hated it, the way you cling onto him and gawk at him with an innocent awe.
It was your ninth name day, your Father had not paid much attention to it, but your Mother had ordered a celebration for it. You had trailed after him, babbling about nonsense as he tried to lose you. It was at dinner that night that everything had boiled over. Instead of receiving gifts, you had taken to giving everyone a gift.
He had not expected anything. He hadn't been the most kind to you. But was surprised when you had gifted him an embroidered cloth with Sunfyre on it. It was not the best and some threads were loose, but you proudly had told him you learned embroidery for him. Seeing those big doe eyes of yours his opinion changed. He adored you. You were the only one in the family that did not care about his worsening reputation. You just...adored your big brother, flaws and all.
It was why it killed him on your eleventh name day you were shipped off to the Reach, married off to a Lord as old as your Grandsire. He was haunted by your wails, of the way you clung onto Helaena and Aemond, the two of them wailing as Ser Cole carried you off to the carriage.
His young sister, the only one in the family who truly cared, was sold off like a piece of cattle. Not even your cold Grandsire was able to protest the marriage as politically it was a good match and good enough reasoning for the small council to approve it.Â
As years ticked by, you gave birth to two children, a stillborn daughter and a healthy son. Your husband kept you away in the Reach, so no one in your family had seen you since you were twelve and given birth to your only surviving son.
He remembered the look in your eyes, so void and almost dead. Of how you tried to stay positive. Saying, "Tis' not so bad. He mostly ignores me, except when he wishes to bed me. But even then tis' not so bad, he finishes quickly."
When he became King, he swiftly ordered you to return home, regardless of your husband's wishes. No one would take his baby sister away from him. Not whilst he was still alive and had the crown placed upon his head.
Watching you bounce your son on your lap, he attempts to pay some attention to the small council, but his eyes keep straying back to you. It was odd to think that you were now a Mother and all grown up. Snapping out of his little daze, he glances back at the small council, each member arguing intently. Furrowing his brows in confusion, Ser Criston slides a piece of parchment in front of him, an uncomfortable look on his face. Raising a brow at what he had just returned to, he glances at the parchment, reading the words quickly.Â
Your cunt of a husband was dead, finally croaked in his sleep. There was no reason for you to go back to the Reach. You could stay here in Kingâs Landing once more. Softly smiling at the good news, he goes to speak up when Lord Lannister stands up from his chair, slamming his hands down on the table. His face red from anger, his eyes wild like an untamable beast, and voice booming loud enough that it would make a dragonâs roar put to shame.
âTo speak of the Princess in such a manner is dishonorable, I will see to it personally that your tongue is removed, Lord Wydle.âÂ
âThe girl is of age, she has proven she can bear heirs, healthy heirs. To not give her hand to another Lord would be foolish.âÂ
âWe need allies, the common folk are starving and soon the coin will run out. Surely as Master of Coin you can see reason, Lord Lannister.â
âYour grace, please, listen to reason we shouldâŻâ
It takes a moment to realize what they had been discussing so intently. Then it clicks, they were speaking of having you remarry.Â
"What?" He whispers, his voice shaky and full of disbelief.
"No, Aegon, please don't make me do this again. Please." You whisper, tears building up in your eyes.
"It would be best to have your sister marry someoneâŻ"
"Think of the war, your graceâŻ"
Seeing the tears building up in your eyes, it reminded him of all those years ago when you were whisked away to the Reach. Struggling to speak up and dismiss their suggestions, you kneel in front of his chair, gripping onto breeches as you beg and plead for clemency to their plans. Your son starts to wail on the other side of his chair, making motions with his hands to be picked up.Â
Feeling his heart break a little at the sight, he shifts his gaze from you then your wailing son then back to the small council. Everything is hectic and he doesnât know who or what to focus his attention on. Does he console you? Does he tend to your wailing son? Does he handle the small council? Struggling to find his voice, he just stays frozen in his chair.Â
âPlease, please, do not make me do this again, Aegon.â You beg, âI did what was asked of me before. Please do not ask this of me again.â
âWe need allies, your grace. The Princess is still desired by many men, men who will look past her past marriage and son. Think of the kingdomâŻâ
âSend treaties, then!â
âPlease, Aegon. I ask as your sister, not a member of the Court. Please do not make me do this again. I do not wish to marry again. Please do not send me away again.â You beg, your voice cracking.Â
Watching as the tears begin to fall from your eyes, he clenches his jaw tightly, anger boiling up at the sight of you. His precious little sister, the one person in all of the Realm that he truly cared for, was crying by his small council's hand. Slamming his hands down hard on the table, the room goes deadly silent, minus the soft sniffles of you and your son.Â
âThere will be no marrying off my sister! If you wish for such alliances as much as you claim, do offer your daughters instead, for I will not be doing the same to my sister nor my daughter.âÂ
âYour grace, if you would justâŻâ
âI am King, no?â He snaps back, âThere will be no questioning of my decision. The matter is settled.â
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love & deepspace w ZAYNE warnings. nsfw. mdni. fem!reader. orgasm denial. lots of praise(good girl, etc). brief cockwarming. jealous and mean zayne. zayne gaslighting you into thinking youâre not fucking him good enough. sylus mention. summary. zayne gets jealous when he finds out youâve been hanging out with sylus. not much plot or build up.
authorâs note. kinda half-baked but i like the idea of zayne getting pissed off & a small reminder to us zayne to sylus converters
âSo you thought it was funny to go with Sylus on a little auction date on our night?â Zayne grimaced, his hands tight on your waist as he questioned you, his eyes staring deep into yours with his brows creased.
You fucked up. Royally.
You thought that going out with Sylus this morning was a good idea since you usually spend your nights with Zayne, knowing he would rarely ever truly be available during business hours. But what you didnât know was that Zayne would text you asking about dinner tonight. You were having so much fun with Sylus that you didnât check your phone until you two parted ways. And how you regretted doing so.
Now you were in your boyfriendâs lap, who was the most jealous, and angriest youâve seen so far in your years of knowing him.
âIt wasnât a date. And.. itâs not really our night specifically when thereâs no occasion..â you tried reasoning, a hand placed on your manâs bare chest that peeked from his loose robe. You noticed his eyes only narrowed further.
âEvery night is our night, my love,â Zayne so bluntly countered, his tone speaking in a matter-of-fact manner as if youâve broken the norm of some routine. In a way, you certainly did.
âI..â you uttered, your parted lips closing with your failed attempt to defend yourself. He quirked a brow at you once your eyes lowered, averted your gaze from his with utter guilt. Zayne almost wanted to scoff at your pitiful state but he held it in, scolding himself for finding you adorable instead.
âIâll forgive you. As always,â he finally spoke after a moment of silence he gave you to use your excuses to the fullestâthough you failed.
âBut that doesnât mean you get to leave this night unscathed, my dear,â zayneâs soothing voice added with a hint of menace, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips further. The sharp sensation made you squirm slightly in discomfort, your eyes darting up at him briefly with a whine leaving your lips as if to garner his mercy.
âOh, please. Donât look at me like a kicked puppy,â he coldly clicked his tongue, his head tilting to the side as he stared at you with his sharp gaze. âYouâd look much better like a rabbit in heat instead.â
âFuck, baby, not like that,â he groaned, his big palms planted on your hips tightly and guiding you to ride his cock.
Everything seemed to displease him and it brought you to the brink of tears at how cruel he was being to you. Your thighs were slick with your mixed juices and your cunt was nearly overstimulated with how much he was you reposition and restart on fucking yourself on him. Despite it all, you were still so desperate, not wanting to cum until you were sure you made him feel good.
You cursed him for his excessive effort on maintaining his poker face tonight, knowing damn well your lover was fragile to intimate touches, and incredibly expressive in bed. But now he was being so cold-hearted, stoic like the man he led others to see him as.
âZayne, please, tell me you feel good already. Your cock says the opposite of your words,â you mumbled between sobs and moans, not sure if your sentence made sense as you kept on slipping your cunt up and down his thick length, feeling it throb around your velvety walls. Your hands curled to fist his robe, positioning yourself better on his lap to fuck him âbetterâ.
âMmh.. no. Not good enough,â was he grunted between his heavy breaths, his pupils clearly dilated in pleasure and his expression nearly breaking into one of need but controlling himself to maintain a displeased frown. He couldnât hide arousal entirely. He still bit his lower lip and had his eyes fixated on your bare pussy that slid down his hard cock so easily, enchanted by the sight of your nectar making his shaft wetter than the last thrust.
âWhatâs wrong? Donât tell me this is the best you can do, my love,â zayne taunted, shutting you and your whines up by roughly pulling you down onto his cock with heavy pants, low growls leaving his throat when your tits jiggled while he made you fuck him right. He gripped on your hips tighter, squeezing your flesh and making your grind onto him once he made sure his cock was fully nestled inside you, a breathless yet needy curse slipping off his tongue at the feeling of your walls clenching around him, spasming as if pleading him to continue on fucking that naughty cunt of yours so you could finally cream on his cock. As much as it tempted him, he held back, for now.
âNow? Please? Zayne..â
Your whimpers and pleas were like music to his ears, something he couldnât get enough of. He made you cockwarm his cock still, subtly making you grind into him. His lips curled a faint smirk, his narrowed eyes finally lifting to look at the mess that was your face. In a twisted way of his own, he liked that he gave the illusion that werenât fucking him properly, even though you were. God, you were.
â.. Fine,â he finally conceded with heavy breath, his hazel green eyes staring into yours with an intensity that told you werenât totally off the hook.
âIf you promise to inform me when youâre hanging out with bastards that arenât me beforehand. Can you do that for me, pretty girl?â was all he had to say to have you nodding your head continuous, your swollen lips parting to breath out a soft cry of relief when he finally began lifting your hips up, your thighs working in tandem to fuck yourself on him again like you wanted.
Zayneâs fingers moved to secure his hold on your hips further until he was practically clawing onto your skin with his frantic movements to fuck you faster. You had your nails clawing onto him as well, your heart skipping with joy when you felt his own hips bucking up into you, reciprocating your thrusts and showing some sign that he was feeling it as much you were, signs that made sure you were making him feel good too.
âYes, baby, fuckâcum for me, my good girl,â zayne encouraged, his breath hitching in his throat with his head slightly thrown back against the the backrest of the armchair now that was inching closer to his orgasm. Your name left his lips like a mantra along with praises that you long awaited for, every syllable urging you on. With a few more frenzied thrusts from both you, he finally spilled his hot seed inside you, the sensation of the warm fluid filling you up triggering your own climax that made your entire body tremble, your hands gripping onto him tightly and vice versa.
âSee? That wasnât so bad, was it?â You heard him murmur by your ear now that youâve collapsed onto him, your head rested on his shoulder. Zayneâs lips brushed against the top of your head with his arms wrapped around you in a secure embrace, his thumb rubbing your skin in soothing circular motions to calm you down.
âYou didnât even let me apologise,â your voice rumbled against his skin, your lips puffing to a pout and your brows furrowing to a playful pout.
âThatâs because I know youâll always be sorry. I donât have to convince you to,â zayne scoffed by your ear, a knowing smirk on his face as he looked down at you. He knew he didnât really have to scold you for straying. Since youâd always come back to him eventually.
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use somebody 2 | spencer reid
part one here
summary; spencer dreaded the day he would see you with anything other than a frown on your face, when that day comes, spencer would do anything to bring your sweet smile back.
warnings; some mean police man being sexist and mean to fem reader, protective spencer, fluff, a little angst but like barley any, will there be a love confession??? read and find out!
an; idk im dying. thank u. mgg hand mention
Spencer wasnât the biggest fan of the jet before you joined the bau. He didnât have any particular issue with it, there was nothing he could really fault or use as an explanation as to why he wasnât a big fan of it but it was just boring, he would read and then reread books, then try and sleep.
Then you joined the team and suddenly the jet was one of his favourite places, because you would sit next to him. You would ramble about a new show you were watching or a flower you had seen on the side of the road, and lately you would tell him about your dog. He would get to listen to you talk and get to watch you smile and flap your arms around as you got increasingly more excited as your ramble went on.
On the way home if you were feeling too tired to excitedly ramble about something random you would just sit next to him and let him ramble, the same excited smile on your face nonetheless as you paid the at most attention to whatever it was he was talking about, listening intently and asking questions almost as if you just wanted to keep him talking.
He didnât mind.
Your plans to watch the documentary he recommended at your house were quickly ruined by the notice that you had a case that would take over the span of your weekend.You had apologised profusely to Spencer as if he didnât technically cancel on you just as much as you did him. He didnât mind, he got to spend time with you either way.
In a sort of twisted way, he preferred working a case with you. At least this way you were around him rather than spending your weekends around anyone else. He wondered if that was creepy and controlling and if he said it aloud it would probably end in him over explaining how he just hated the idea of anything happening to you, or you meeting someone else.
You were too kind, for anyone. Especially him.
Thats why he was immensely annoyed when the Police Sheriff of the station they were at in Louisiana, decided to nit-pick every little thing you did. He wondered if the Sheriff was just insanely insecure or if maybe it was a gender issue.
He settled on the latter when the comments ended up going towards Emily, and JJ as well. Just a little bit more towards you, maybe because regardless you continue smiling at him or muttering out soft apologies for whatever minor thing you had done that the policeman had an issue with.
There were many times Spencer wanted to speak up, or shove the old mans faced into a wall â but then youâd smile sweetly at Spencer and he remembered you were a grown woman, you were perfectly capable of taking care and defending yourself. Regardless of this information, Spencer stayed a little closer to you throughout the day.
âAlright, giggle guts, whatcha got for me?â Penelope said over the phone after she had heard your mumble out a cheery hello once it went through. Spencer smiled fondly at the nickname, mostly because he saw your smile widen and a string of laughter leaving your lips, the sound melodic in his ears.
The sound of your laughter only made a small laugh puff out Spencerâs lips because it was so sweet and so beautiful that it was contagious and he couldnât help it.
âWell, you gorgeous amazing girl. I need you to look up this guyâs medical history, pleaseâ the manner was added so sweetly and softly on the end. The compliments left your lips effortlessly, the sound of your voice and the evident smile in it made Spencerâs heart happy.
Penelope said something over the phone but it was inaudible over the sound of Sheriff standing in the corner of the room scoffing. Your eyes flickered upwards towards the sound, eyebrows pinching together in slightly confusion. Everyoneâs expression mirroring your own.
Spencer felt dread fill his stomach and over every goosebump on his skin, dread to fear whatever spiteful unnecessary criticism the man would have to offer. The criticism absolutely no one asked for.
âWhats the issue?â Hotch spoke up, arms crossed over his chest as he stared down the sheriff. Was it in a protective manner? Nobody was sure really, the elderâs expression remaining unreadable.
The sheriff kicked off the wall to stand a little stranger, looking at hotch than back to you. âUnprofessional. This is why this is a manâs job. Sensitive squishy women who think life is all sunshine and rainbow are not fit for a job like this.â
Everyone went silent, your lips parted before closing, unsure of how to reply to something so unnecessarily mean. Spencerâs expression hardened. The room fell into an awkward tension, nobody moving or saying anything.
You pushed out a laugh, âDamn okay.. Tell me what you really thinkâ You muttered under your breath, a joke.
Spencer wouldâve laughed at your comment, your way to bring light to a room that had been made so dark but he could see the hurt in your eyes and he felt his heart strings pull against his chest, he wanted to reach out and grab your hand, reassure you that you were perfect for this job.
He was pissed. Actually. There wasnât a lot that could make Spencer mad â this however was one of the few things that did. He shuffled uncomfortably, finding it difficult to hold his tongue. He could tell Emily and JJ was uncomfortable by the comment made.
Hotch opened his mouth to talk but Spencer had beat him to it. âYouâre probably, what 65?â He said, his tone of voice curt and blunt it made your heart turn in Spencerâs direction.
The police officer furrowed his eyebrows, yet nodded anyways. Spencer hummed in response, sitting up a little bit straighter as he leant forward to rest his forearms against the conference table the team had been gathered around.
âRight, so by assumption and well â biology. You are actually probably the least reliable person in this room right now, despite age or gender. Your pace is significantly slower than anyone on your team, and i donât think I even need to compare you to our team because I donât wish to further embarrass you or hurt your fragile masculinity much more.â Spencer started.
Your head had fully turned towards his now, eyebrows quipped and eyes widened in shock because you werenât expecting Spencer of all people to come to your defence. Not because you didnât think he cared but because the boy could hardly defend himself, you just hadnât expected him to defend you.
âAnd actually â we use psychology, which women are actually significantly more successful in because of their ability of understanding, gender plays little to no role in our field of work. Its also ironic since I know you heard Derek on the phone to Garcia, you had no issue with what he had said â so Iâm very sure that whatever issue you have, is purely because your masculinity feels threatened by girls who are doing a job you couldnât fathom. Either get your mind out of the 1800âs or get away from our team.â
âSpenceâ His head turned towards your voice, taking in your wide eyes and parted lips in shock. He had honestly lost himself in the midsts of his ramble, unable to help it because someone had made you upset. The sweetest, kindest, gentlest person was made to feel bad by a way too old male who was clearly unable to adjust to the way the world was evolving.
âSorryâ Spencer apologised for his ramble. The door slammed shut as the policeman left the room, and Spencer felt a strange sense of pride when he looked back up at you to see a gentle smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you pulled your eyes away from him back to the phone.
âSorry about that pen.. Those medical records?â
Your smiled returned throughout the rest of the day, Hotch had gone out of his way to talk to the Sheriff and although nobody else had any idea what the conversation between the two included, it was clearly enough to make the Sheriff stay far far away from you and the rest of the team whenever possible.
Although your smile returned, Spencer could almost instantly notice the drastic difference. Maybe it was actually minor because no one else noticed, or maybe he just spent too much time admiring your pretty smile. Either way, he knew he didnât like it.
âSpenceâ You said the nickname, a hint of curiosity lacing your tone. his head lifted towards yours with furrowed eyebrows and a small nod of acknowledgement. He repeated your name back to you in the same sort of curious tone.
He watched as you sat up a little bit straighter, meeting his eyes, offering him a smile before you head dipped down again and a gentle breath left your lips. âDo you think Iâm unprofessional?â You asked, voice small and gentle and Spencer felt his heart ache so tensely it caused physical pain in his chest.
âNoâ He answered immediately. The rest of the team were out looking over the crime scenes while he opted for staying back with you while you looked for any connecting links between files. âI think you are very professional. Youâre kind but that doesnât make you unprofessional.â He added, quick to reassure any doubt that weighed down on your pretty mind.
You hummed gently, âBut-â He didnât let you finish or come up with any sort of argument, he wouldnât have it. He refused to let man who was balding make you feel any less about yourself.
âBut nothing.â He said, his voice stern and final yet so gentle. âHe was mean and sexist, if anyone is unprofessional itâs him. You are amazing at what you do, you are smart and kind and everyone who meets you loves you. Youâre safe, for everyone. Victims especially. Not everyone has that about themâ He said.
It was true, when working cases victims gravitated towards you and your comfort and kindness, if there was someone to trust it was you. Kids and witnesses were always more inclined to talk to you than anyone else on the team because there was something so sweet and welcoming and safe about you.
âYou doâ You said, tilting your head a little as you looked up at Spencer. His eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion as to what you meant, but his heart skipped a beat anyways.
âYou have that something safe about you.â You said, noticing the confusion that covered his features. His heart warmed and ached all at once. Spencer was glad, so so so glad that you found him safe, that he was able to make you feel that way â Honestly he was happy he had any effect on you whatsoever.
âYou think so?â He asked, voice a little quieter as he held your gaze. He was scared that if he spoke any louder he may break the fragile moment. You nodded, a small smile on your face, a real smile.
âMhm, I think thats why I got so comfortable with you so quickly. Youâre so.. safe, and smart i think i trust anything you say so please donât lie to me because that would end really badly for me, and probably give me trust issues and then i will never trust anyone again â and well thats just not goodâ You rambled out dramatically. Spencerâs smile widened for a series of reasons.
âI would never lie to you.â He said gently, voice carrying a hint of something more, honesty and truth and so much longing it was almost embarrassing, he hoped you missed the way his voice went up an octave.
âOkay good.â You smiled.
Your gaze lingered on Spencerâs for a moment before you turned your head away. He felt like the room had gotten too warm, he had to refrain from the urge to loosen his tie and rub the sweat away from his forehead.
âDid you like the book?â You asked, fingertips grazing over the folder of the case file you were supposed to be reading. Spencerâs eyes followed the movement of your hand before returning to the side of your face.
He nodded, mind going back to the words highlighted in blue and suddenly the room really was too warm, he could feel his palms growing disgustingly sweaty. âI loved it, actually.â Much less because of the context of the story and moreso because you had gifted it to him.
You shook your head as you lifted it to look at him, a smile playing on your lips. He was glad that was back, the sweet genuine smile on your face that could probably drown out any bad day.
âIm gonna be honest, I hate annotating books. I think pages should be left undrawn on, and crisp and beautiful but you like annotating books so i figured.. Um.. That it was a good way to tell you how I feltâ You mumbled out, and Spencer was both insanely fond of you going out of your way to do something you disliked for him, and also immensely confused by what you meant.
âHow you felt?â He furrowed his eyebrows and he watched as your face went through series of expressions before your eyes widened and your lips parted.
âOh!â You huffed out, realising he had not understood what you were trying to do and you were now giving yourself away massively. âOh thatsâ Really embarrassing actually.â You said as you smiled anyways, bringing your hands up to press against your flush cheeks to try and sooth the warmth.
His eyebrows pinched together as he sat up a little straighter, âNo- What? What do you mean?â He asked, he found it sweet what you had highlighted and he didnât see at all how that was embarrassing, or something he should be making a big deal out of.
You huffed out a laugh, âYouâre smart Spencer, and a profiler. Im sure you can figure it out.â You said sweetly before pushing your chair out from the table, standing up. He wanted to reach out but he was stuck trying to figure out what the heck you meant.
âIm going to go get coffee.. Do you want some?â You asked, obviously relishing in his current confusion and obliviousness in order to get yourself out of this all too embarrassing situation if it ended in some sort of rejection you were buying yourself time.
âUm- What? No, No thank youâ He answered confused, obviously his mind fixated on what you meant, on what he was missing and trying to figure it out.
You let out a laugh, âYouâre sweet.â Before you left the room to get yourself coffee. Spencerâs cheeks warmed instantly at your compliment and if you had stayed longer he mightâve built the courage to argue how insanely ironic it was coming from you.
Instead, he sat confused. His mind going over the two lines highlighted in blue in the book you had gifted him, trying to understand how they referenced how you felt. He made you smile, that was good, he understood that.
But you always smiled. It didnât take a lot to make you smile so how was that the big confession? Was there some context he was missing. Then he remembered the part of the story the line came from, a love confession. The context of the sentences used.
And suddenly he realised despite his iq, and being a literal genius, he was the biggest idiot on earth.
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Neighbour!Simon Riley x Reader
Girl Next Door (Two)
CW: Mutual masturbation again, Simon has incredibly perverted thoughts about you, a stranger jumps into your backyard!!! :)
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The Summer air was sticky, spits of sweat clinging to the back of your neck as intricates of hair moulded to your skin. You felt damp, your clothes acting like an uncomfortable Band-Aid that strained against your flesh causing an itching sensation that wouldnât subside no matter how hard you rubbed or scratched.
It was upsetting, you dearly loved your garden. You took great pride in how pretty it was, the adornment of tulips and dahlias, entwined between rows of carnations and peonies. There was a stark difference between your house and your neighbour, even between the differing shades of grass, his a deeper juniper and yours a dewy pine.
Steady hands gripped the blue watering can, droplets beading at the top before feeding the parched plants. Gloved hands patted down the wet dirt, your eyes squinting under the boiling sun as you hurried under some shade. Thirsty lips found the straw, the sickly sweetness of pink lemonade sliding down your throat as you let out a dramatic sigh.
Your eyes trailed over the fence, the wood structure was tall, yet not tall enough to fully conceal your neighbourâs house, his kitchen on display as you froze, a staggering figure watching out the window at you. You waved awkwardly, holding up your glass of lemonade as Simon turned around, walking away from the glass pane.
Your belly felt hot. Was he watching you that whole time? You glanced down at your sundress, a bright red puffed out with a drastic shade of yellow flowers splattered around the fabric. Did he think you looked weird? Or pretty? What if he thought you were creepy and staring at him first?
You shook your head, chucking your gardening gloves to the side as you strolled inside. The soft strum of music played, your fans working overtime to cool down your house. You had never made much of an effort to speak to your neighbour, yet realised he never made much of an effort to speak to anyone. You had never seen him converse with anyone in the neighbourhood, and there was only a handful of times when another car was pulled into his driveway.
Maybe he was lonely. You despised the way your brain worked, always conjuring up someoneâs life story without even a hint of the person. Nevertheless, you found yourself in the kitchen, sifting flour into a sugary mix, moulding chocolate chips into the dough balls before placing them in the oven.
Your kitchen broiled with the smell of chocolate chip cookies, your fingers padding into the tops of them before letting them sit and harden. You would admit, you partook in several hobbies, baking and gardening being two of them. Though you didnât need to be doing this, a part of you was aching to understand the man who has been living next door to you for over 2 years now.
Shaky hands guided you out the door as you contemplated knocking, pacing back and forth across the porch several times before you anxiously padded against the wood, straightening out your sundress with a plate of cookies in your other. Simon stayed seated for a moment, creeping towards the door almost silently before beady eyes looked through the peephole. The Lieutenant stilled, taking in your pretty figure and the baking in your other hand, the subtle display of your cleavage almost enticing him as he watched you bounce on your feet nervously, awaiting him.
He opened the door, a neutral expression on his face. âHello!â You squeaked, âI was baking, and I just wanted to bring you some. We havenât really met before, and I guess I wanted to be a friendly neighbour seeing as youâve just gotten home from being away.â You rambled on a bit before shutting yourself up, holding the plate out.
Simon held his breath as you spoke, taking in the way your lashes fluttered every time you looked around in a fiddly manner. âThanks.â His voice was gruff, his accent piercing through the deepness as he showed no sign of emotion in his expression.
âWell... I guess thatâs it, enjoy the cookies,â you sighed, handing off the plate as you turned on your heels. Simon let out a deep breath before calling out to you.
âDo you want to come in and I donât know, watch something? I was just watching the TV, and you went to the trouble of making these. The polite thing to do.â
You nodded, slowly, but let a big smile crack through your face as you quickly huddled inside his home. His house was a lot darker than yours, with neutral colours staining the furniture with minimalistic pieces of clutter. There was a stark difference between the two of you in general. You appeared full of colour and life whereas he was more reserved and mysterious.
You plonked yourself on his couch, grey leather rubbing against the back of your thighs as you adjusted the skirt of your dress. He placed the cookies on the coffee table in front of you both, the cushions sinking as he sat down, his large thighs spread as he turned on the television, his arm automatically slinging across the top of the sofa.
It was awkward. Neither of you spoke as he fiddled with the channels, landing on some old sitcom you had only seen when nothing else was on. Your nimble fingers reached for a cookie as you held your hand over you to make a makeshift plate. Simonâs dark eyes flickered towards you, watching the way your mouth moved, lips curling over the cookie before you sucked any crumbs up.
As time passed, you grew more comfortable, your legs plush against the seat as you rested against the armrest, laying your face on the palm of your hand as you occasionally laughed. Simon felt like a creep, focusing more on you than the TV show he chose. He noted all the small details in your face, every visible crease and line in your features, the way your cheeks puffed up slightly as you laughed and how your irisâ would dart across the screen when a new person appeared.
Greedy carob orbs sucked in the sight of your supple cleavage, the delicate bounce of your breasts as you adjusted yourself occasionally. His cock chubbed at the display of your skin, the hem of your dress riding up over the plushness of your thighs, as his tongue darted out to lick his dry lips.
He rubbed his hand over his mouth as he looked away from you, eyebrows furrowed at the perverted thoughts racking around his skull. He adjusted his pants subtly, letting out a near-silent groan at the thought of you bent over the couch, wanton holes on display as you wept into the leather, his hands cracking down on the fat of your ass as he left a stain of his large hand.
He imagined you on your knees in front of him, doe-eyes staring up at him with unshed tears as you spluttered around his girthy cock, taking him down your tight throat as you dribbled onto your bare breasts. But oh dear, his length practically aches as he imagined the sight of you bouncing on his lap, tight cunt filled with him as he forced you to focus on the dumb show, narrating what was happening as he kissed your sloppy cervix, staining your gummy walls with hot spurts of his cum.
He was almost sad when the show ended, your knees knocking together as you thanked him for inviting you in. He gave you a small smile, eyes creasing slightly as he nodded.
âThank you for the cookies. If you need anything, let me know.â
You almost giggled in excitement as you rushed inside your own house. It became a routine now; one you didnât even know he knew about. Desperate fingers clung to the lace of your panties, peeling them down your legs as you ground your sloppy pussy against your pillow, vibrator nestled into your hardened clit as you moaned out into the palm of your hands.
Your hands found your neglected chest, pulling the straps of your nightgown down as you tweaked at the puffy buds, swirling your digits around them as your eyes rolled back in sheer pleasure. Simonâs hand rutted to the frequency of your moans, slick balls aching for release as he waited for the higher-pitched squeal you let out while you orgasmed, yet it never came.
Instead, he was greeted with the sound of a more frightened squeal and frantic rustling. Your eyes were dead shut as you approached your high, opening to take in your blissful figure before they twitched towards the window, the sight of a man climbing over your fence sending chills through every nerve you had as you squealed, rolling onto the floor as you adjusted your nightgown, your panties quickly slipped up your thighs once more.
Distressed hands reached for your phone, calling emergency services about an intruder before you did the most sensible thing you believed to be possible while you waited.
You frantically banged against Simonâs door.
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MY DEAR AND BEAUTIFUL ROSE<3. I saw that your requests are open and I wanted to ask about my husband (Sukuka cough cough) a scenario where the husband Sukuna saves the reader from the enemy, or someone tries to kidnap and hurt his wife! you write Sukuna's feelings so beautifully <3
fools' sentence â ryomen sukuna x f!reader
a/n: bro you're too kind ilysm; I really hope you like this too <3
if only you listened to that rude servant about not going out of the castle.
itâs a bitter thought really, but you just couldnât let your pride be scarred by somebody who doesnât even speak to you in a minimal amount of respect.
so, in a way, youâre okay with dying a proud queen who doesnât let anybody disrespect her.
âoh, we are going to have so much fun with you, and that monstrous husband of yours will just see your mutilated body after weâre done with you,â the guy grins devilishly. you back up slightly.
okay, so maybe, you donât want to die just yet.
âthat impudent woman! she disobeyed me, and now, we are stuck looking for her, so we can find her before sukuna returns!â the servant complains loudly while walking the halls of the castle.
âand who is that impudent woman you speak of? surely, it isnât my wife youâre addressing in such a manner,â a voiceâa very distinct and well-known oneâsays from behind the servant.
only then does she realize the shadow that suddenly was casted from above her.
she quickly falls to her knees and starts stuttering out her apologies and excuses, âo-of course not, my lord! how could I ever speak ill of the lady of the castle! her presence is to be respected, naturally!â
after she is done, she lets silence fill the room. assuming that sukuna has believed her, she lets out a sigh of relief, and her body relaxes ever so slightly.
however, an ear-piercing scream is ripped out of her throat when sukuna steps on her foot, so roughly that it breaks.
sukuna groans, annoyed at the incessant scream and wailing of the lady, and he throws a question, âwhere is your queen?â
the woman keeps on sobbing but tries to speak out nonetheless, âsâshe, she,â she hiccups, but sukuna has no time to listen to her bellow.
âfaster! where is she?â
she buries her face in the ground to quieten her sobs, but she doesnât get the chance to respond to him when uraume appears out of thin air.
they kneel to the ground and speak humbly, âmy lord, lady y/n has been taken as a hostage by a group of sorcerers.â
sukuna eyesâ widen, and he frowns.
he quickly turns to leave but not before making a command, âuraume, every servant who was careless and caused her disappearance is to be beheaded immediately.â
you thank god for men being prideful creatures who love speaking about themselves. you only asked them once about their accomplishments and raids, and they never stopped talking.
with a couple of positive encouragements from you, they talked and talked till the sun went down.
the doors of the room youâre trapped in slams open, and a fearful boy screams out, âsukunaâsukuna is here!â
âwhat?!â they all snap, and you grin. finally, you were going to be freed from this cage.
unfortunately, one of the men notices your beaming expression. his face contorts, livid, and he quickly fists your hair in his hand. you let out a scream, but he slams you against the wall.
he shouts, âshut up! youâre the one that lured him here! you stalled till he could find you! you wretched woman!â
âare you stupid?! you take his wife, and you expect him to stand idly by?!â you reply, voice hoarse, and unable to accept taking what he said lying down.
you canât, however, control the dizziness that hits you, and you can feel blood trickling down your nose.
the only thing that comforts you is the sound of slashes and the calling of your name by your darling husband.
you smirk at the man above you and whisper, âever saw sukuna in action?â
the man grits his teeth and before he throws a punch at your face, the door flies and gets crushed into pieces. the man quickly throws you away, so he can focus all his energy on sukuna.
but, sukuna instead moves to be right by your side and shields you from the ground.
he wraps an arm around you and pulls you a bit closer.
his eyes carefully scan you; he clenches his jaw at the sight of the blood. he carefully wipes it and moves your face towards him with one of his hands. he speaks up, âyou alive?â
âdonât you ignore me, sukunaââ the man sneers, but he is quickly silenced. he sees his tongue flying to the ground. the sight scares him to the core, he starts screamingâor his attempt at one.
his knees feel weak, and he falls to the ground. his blood pools slowly on the ground.
sukuna shifts your focus back to him again, and you respond slowly, âalive and kicking,â raising a thumbs up. he nods and gently lays you down on the ground.
you wince a little and complain lightly, âthis place is dusty.â
he hums, âwait a second.â
your husband rises to his feet and turns to the man. sukuna approaches the man, taking his time with each step. anger swirls violently inside of him, and his eyes looked down sharply at the man.
the sorcerer quivers and covers his mouth; he quickly backs up to the wall. he sukuna scoffs, âyouâre still annoying even after taking your tongue out?â
the manâs pride almost causes him to retort back with a yell of his own.
but then sukuna snatches him up by the hair and stares him right in the eyes, âfor every strand of hair youâve touched on her head, I will make you bellow in pain till your vocal chords are ripped into shreds.â
you groan and stir lightly. you slowly open your eyes and examine your surroundings. youâre back in the castle; you smile and relax back into your pillow.
âso youâve finally awaken?â
you turn to your husband with a grin, âhey handsome.â
âwhy did you leave the castle?â
straight to the point. you prop yourself up on the pillow and sit up. you look at him then look away, âitâs kind of embarrassing actually.â
ânot your first,â he responds, and you pointedly ignore him.
âI wanted to greet you before you arrived at the gate,â you murmur then quip, âbut I didnât even go beyond the fence! I was still in the area!â
he listens quietly and sits beside you. he pulls you against his chest, âyou do not need to do anything like that.â
you look up at him with a small smile and he finds himself letting out a small breathâof fondness?âhe closes his eyes and speaks in absolute manner, âyou should know that I will always come for you.â
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Imagine yâall just had the fight of your lives (maybe over his dumb gun or something equally Rafe), but later when youâre lying on opposite sides of the bed, he reaches out and pulls you close and says somthing cute or annoying idk And then, oh my GODâitâs slow, emotional, and HOT because making up with Rafe would be next-level intense. please i NEEEDđŤđŠ
OH MY GOD YES. SOME SWEET RAFE AND EVEN SWEETER MAKE UP SEX AFTER A HUGE FIGHT. NEED IT.
#2 from my drabble game
smut: penetrative sex, some praise, I love you's, unprotected sex
Rafe is in deep shit.
You know that, he knows that-- hell, even your pet beagle, Poppy knew it. For once, she bolted away the moment the front door opened, and your oh-so-handsome, conniving and deceitful boyfriend walked in instead of running towards him.
Rafe is a dead man walking. How ironic would it be if he were to die at your hands with the very same gun he'd promised you he'd gotten rid of.
His body goes rigid when he sees the weapon in your palm. A nervous gulp falls down his throat as he does his best to stand tall. "Where did you get that?" That's what he asks you, he should've never opened his mouth.
You scoff immediately, carelessly angling it around as your upset mannerisms control your arms. "Get it? You mean where did I find it." He doesn't respond which is a wise choice.
"Mr. Montogommery called me earlier, he was looking for you--said you weren't answering your phone. He asked me to leave you a message," You're pacing now, and it made Rafe nervous. You're a little crazy, but so was he. It's why you went so well together.
"Like the good girlfriend I am, I opened your office drawer for a sticky note to leave on your desk, but what did I find? The same gun you told me would never be back in the house, Rafe are you serious?!" Your arms are flailing and he's half-certain he'll catch a stray by the end of the conversation.
He steps towards you with his hands up cautiously, "Baby, give me the gun, and we can talk about this." You snap, "No! Why should I? You don't trust me with it? Why because it's dangerous? Because it could kill you! You're right, Rafe. Why didn't I think of that sooner--oh wait, I did! And you fucking lied to me, Rafe."
Your voice is enraged and bouncing off the ivory-panelled walls of the house but it dies down to a shaky one as tears threaten to spill over the brims of your eyes. "Y/n-" He holds his hand out for you, but you give him the gun instead.
You execute a sharp pivot on the tips of your toes, ready to walk away from him but he finally speaks up and you stop--not turning around, standing still, anticipating. "I'm not getting rid of the gun." It's all he says.
Had you been in the mood, you would've turned around, lounged at him and strangled him, but no, you just kept walking.
Your bedroom is freezing that night, despite it being the middle of summer, and it only gets colder everytime you glance towards Rafe as he gets ready for the bed you begrudgingly shared.
Your expression remains sour, even in your sleep, no matter how far away from your boyfriend you are. There's enough room to fit a full-grown adult between you. The isolation was holding the production of your melatonin hostage, forcing you both to lay awake, backs facing each other but hearts reaching out.
Rafe flips onto his side, staring longingly at the back of your frame. He missed you and you were right in front of him. "Baby," His voice is soft, and the pet name lands on you gently, a testament that your anger has subsided a bit.
You turn over, choosing to lie on your back and face the ceiling. You deem that he's undeserving to see your face at the moment. "I've got another gun in my nightstand." You blamed your miscomprehension on the late hours of the night because surely he did not just say what you think he said.
Rafe can see the way your chest began to rise and fall at a much more shallow pace, he had about five seconds to start explaining before you turned on him. "I told you about my past. I've done some bad things. 'Burying the hatchet' doesn't exist for everyone, and I want to be prepared for anything. When I look at a gun now, it's not a weapon anymore, it's a tool. It's protection."
Your breathing slowed, a little. He takes it as a good sign. "I can't lose you. If something happened to you when I could've prevented it, I'd never forgive myself, and I know you know that." He's right. You did know that. He dedicated his life to you, making sure that you knew that. "I shouldn't have lied about getting rid of it, and I'm sorry."
Your breathing returns to its normal pace. You lay on your side, now facing him. "Fine." Rafe scoots closer to you, a small grin working its way on his lips. "Fine?" You nod, "Yeah, fine. I forgive you, this time, but don't you ever pull some shit like this again or so help me god I will-" He quiets you with a sweet kiss.
Well, it started sweet at least.
Now you're both watching him slide in. Your warm cunt wrapped around his length delightfully. "You're fuckin' perfect, too good f'me." He groans into your ear. His muscular arms cage you in, and you've decided you'd be more than happy to die between them.
Your soft moans bounced off his brawny chest and right back in your face, "Feels so good, Rafe-" Yougaspedp as he picked up the pace, hips rolling into yours for a much deeper angle. Your back arches off the bed slightly as sweat rolls down your back and sticks to the sheets.
It wasn't long before you were both chasing your highs. Rafe always sounded so fucking hot when he was close, his deep groans pitching up to breathless whines when you purposefully clenched around him, threatening him to fill you up unrestrained. Once you came, he pulled out and finished on your heaving stomach, catching your breath.
He doesn't get off of you just yet. He balances himself on one forearm as the other hand comes up to gently move the strands of hair from your face, "I love you," he means it, his eyes say it when his mouth does. "I love you".
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pairing: joel miller x f!reader
genre: explicit smut, minors dni, childhood bestfriends to lovers, tlou'verse, jackson era, mild hurt/comfort
word count: 4.9k
summary: When your boyfriend is desperate to win back what he lost, he bets on you this time without your knowledge. And everyone knows you don't go back on your word when it comes to Joel Miller.
warnings: okay so technically not cheating because your boyfriend literally gambled you buuut if that's not your thing I totally get it, piv, dirty talk, choking, spitting, size kink, soft!joel & feral!joel, he likes hearing how big he is, affectionate whore callingâ˘, a hint of analplay, oral (receiving and giving)
a/n: another joel fic inspired by p.orn, we love to see it
a special thank you to @nothoughtsjustmeds for the beta! đ
Joel was never that into gambling.Â
Back before everything had gone to shit, that had always been more Tommyâs forte than his own. Joel doesnât remember the amount of times heâd had to bail his brother out, either by protecting him while putting himself in the middle or by giving him loans heâd never ever see again. Joel hadnât minded. Tommy was his baby brother after all. As long as he was safe Joel was happyâannoyed, for sure, but happy.Â
He was surprised when he learned that Jackson had a pretty heavy gambling scene and that Tommy wasnât a part of it. He didnât know why that was, because even on the nights where he had to go bail him out and bring him home all bloodied and bruised, Tommy just made the same mistakes. Not even Sarahâs worried expression, while she peered from between the wooden stair railing, deterred him from it.Â
Guess it was different when your own kid was on the way.Â
However, despite his lack of interest in gambling, he found himself betting away what little he had for someone elseâsomeone he thought he would never see again. But honestly, he wasnât half bad at it so he didnât mind it that much. His only complaint was when he had to get messy hunting down those who didnât pay up.Â
One by one the men around the table folded, only leaving Joel and Liam. A huge stack of weaponry lies in the middle of the table, Liamâs eyes constantly flit between the stack and Joel. They stare at each other long and hard. Joel knows that heâs going to win. He usually did with these face-offs.Â
Liam folds.Â
A small smile tugs at the corner of Joelâs lips. Thereâs nothing better than to take what someone he absolutely detests wants.Â
âLetâs go again,â Liam grunts, his forehead shining with sweat.Â
Joel raises an eyebrow, âYou donât have anythinâ else to bet on.âÂ
âCome on now, Miller,â Liam leans back into his chair. âThere must be something that you want.âÂ
Joelâs eyes bore into his long enough for the man to grow uncomfortable and nervous. Only then did he speak.Â
âYou still have that pretty girlfriend?âÂ
Someone Joel didnât bother learning the name of pipes up from his right, âI thought we were only betting huntinâ supplies this time.âÂ
âCome on, let the man try to win his rifle back.â Joel grins.Â
âFuck you, Miller.âÂ
âCareful now,â he slowly places his elbows on the old table, his weight on it enough to let out a threatening creak. He cocks his head to the side, his smile small but still there. âMy kindness wears thin.âÂ
Liamâs an addict. And of course, he says yes.Â
âYou fucking gambled me away?!â your voice is shaking, body trembling all over as you pace back and forth in front of the couch Liam was nestled on top of. At least he has the decency to look guilty. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you, Liam? Iâm your girlfriend, not some kind of deer hide you can put on the table.âÂ
âLook I said I was sorry alright?â He stands up fast enough to make you flinch. He holds you by the shoulders, thumbs moving in a soothing manner. âWonât happen again, I promise.âÂ
You scoff, âWe both know thatâs a lie.â You lift your chin up in defiance. âI wonât do it. I have free will. You canât make me.âÂ
That makes Liam sweat. You canât blame him, youâve heard of Joelâs. . . outbursts. But honestly, thatâs the least of your worries. Youâre mostly confused as to why Joel asked for you specifically. Youâre positive that heâd been avoiding you ever since he came into Jackson, only talking to you a handful of times. Why now? And why like this?
âBaby,â Liam whines, snapping you away from your thoughts. âYou have to. Heâs crazy, heâll kill me.âÂ
âYou shouldâve thought of that before.âÂ
âPlease. All youâd have to do is entertain him for the night, make him happy.âÂ
âSo to be his plaything? Is that what you want?âÂ
âMaybe heâll ask you to cook him dinner, hell if I know.âÂ
âSure,â you roll your eyes. âIâm sure heâll just want something to eat.âÂ
You give him one more look before slipping away from his gentle hold. Your heartbeat is slow, hours spreading across every beat, making your chest feel heavy and lightheaded.
âFine,â you cave, wrapping yourself with your shaking arms. âBut after this, Iâm done, Liam. Iâm so tired of bailing you out.âÂ
âYou canât leave, where would you go?âÂ
The soft tone he used while begging you to spread your legs for Joel quickly turns into a tone with sharp, dagger-like edges. You donât say anything. Donât answer him or agree with him. Youâre lost in a broken world.Â
And now, amongst all the things youâve been through, you have to see the pity in your childhood best friendâs eyes.Â
You donât want to be here. You donât. Itâs embarrassing.Â
Your boyfriend is in the other room, brooding on his couch, examining his life choices. Youâre not doing any better. Your robe loose over your shoulders, the chill of the bedroom settling over your skin. Itâs especially embarrassing because itâs Joel for crying out loud. Youâve known each other since you were kids causing mischief all around the neighborhood. You still remember the time you fell and scraped your knee, how he kissed it better and placed a pink bandaid over it because it was your favorite color.Â
Why the hell had he asked for you? To humiliate you? Well, he definitely succeeded.Â
The door opens and you jolt. His presence is large in the room, making you shudder despite yourself. Your pulse quickens. You shouldnât be afraid of him yet here you are, trembling like a newborn doe. He closes the door with a gentle click, the wood creaking and solidifying your fate.Â
You havenât known him for years. Even before the outbreak had torn the world apart. You had moved away two years prior and after everything went down you never expected to see him again. When he showed up in Jackson you barely recognized him. He looked rugged, more salt than pepper in his beard, his eyes drained of life. He had scars that ran deep and he had found a kid along the way. You were surprised but relieved to see he still had a big heart.Â
You were ashamed the first time you two sat down after years. Everyone knew of Liamâs gambling problem, he couldnât help it, and you knew that Joel knew. You hated the idea of him pitying you, of him seeing the world weighing down on you. Youâve heard from around that Joel also started to place bets. Nothing too big though, unlike your boyfriend who would bet on almost anything in the house. You knew those bets could turn out violent and people feared Joel. Even in a safe utopia like Jackson, the kind of man heâd become traveled from ear to ear, striking fear. And when someone that owed him money ended up with a bloody nose and broken jaw. . . no one dared to deny him of anything.Â
And it seemed like you were no exception.Â
Joel stands in front of you, his sleeves pulled up to his elbows, exposing sinewy muscle. He stands close. Close enough that you feel his breath on your lips. Your eyelids flutter before you avert them, tears stinging the corners.Â
You drop the robe, the old fabric pooling at your ankles. Youâre left in a decent enough-looking bra and somewhat matching underwear.Â
âNot interested,â Your entire body goes taut, eyes wide. You hear the blood rush in your ears. Joel moves past you and takes a seat on the bed, crossing his arms over the expanse of his broad chest. You stare at him and a thick knot forms in your throat. He gives you a brief look before explaining. âI only wanted to teach your boyfriend a lesson. Heâs reckless. One of these days heâs gonna be in real debt to me and, darlinâ, I donât want you gettinâ caught in the middle.âÂ
Your heart drops. You donât know what youâve been expecting but it certainly isnât this. Tears blurring your vision, you quickly bend over and scoop up your robe, throwing it over your shoulders. Somewhere along memory lane, you forgot to remind yourself that Joel was your first; first crush, first love, first kiss, first time. But it just hadnât worked out. You had stayed close friends until you moved away, he had Sarah, you had a promising career. You were planning on getting back to him. It just never came to be. Liam didnât know you knew Joel, only Tommy knew about the connection you two had, mainly because he was there.Â
And now you had LiamâBoyfriend who calls you names because he hates everything, Liam. Shitty boyfriend, Liam. Boyfriend who put you up as a prize, Liam.Â
Itâs just too much. All of it. Your heart canât handle how unfair it all is. The pity Joel shows you, the way Liam treats you. He loves you, you know that much, but he just doesnât care enough to treat you right or tend to you when heâs so broken himself. He doesnât understand that you would take care of him just as much.Â
And now youâre just a shell. A shell of your former self.Â
The first salty tear slips from your lashes, itâs followed by another and then another.Â
You manage to reach the end of the bed on shaky legs, collapsing, you cover your face, heaving silently into your palms. You donât want Liam to hear you cry, deep down you want him to think Joel is fucking you this very instant. You want him to feel guilt, or at least a sliver of the way you feel.Â
Thereâs a gentle hand on your shoulder. Your brain doesnât even register that Joel is pulling you into his chest, wrapping solid arms around your shaking frame. He holds the back of your neck, squeezing tenderly just like he did when your mom yelled at you and he wanted to calm you down.Â
âWhy are you cryinâ?â he mumbles. âI told you Iâm not gonna do anythinâ to you. Or to him. I just wanted him to think before he put you in any danger. What if it wasnât me there? Not everyone is as they seem in this town.âÂ
After all this time Joel Miller is still looking out for you.Â
âItâs not that,â you answer, between sniffled and muffled hiccups. âIâm embarrassed and so fucking tired. I donât want you thinking Iâm some damsel in distress, even though me crying isnât really helping,â you take a deep breath and peel yourself unwillingly from his chest. âI donât feel good about myself. I never do with him. I just feel like shit with some more shit thrown over. And well. . . now I know that you donât want me either. Itâs just too much. But Iâll be okay, thank you for looking out after me even though Iâm a mess.âÂ
He suddenly grips your chin and pulls you close enough that your noses almost touch, âWhat the hell makes you think that I donât want you?âÂ
âYou. . .â with a sigh, you look away. âYou didnât want to fuck me.âÂ
âYou want me to fuck you, sweetheart?â
Squeezing your chin, he forces your gaze back to him. His lips are parted, pupils wide enough to hide the chocolate brown of his eyes. He seems just as surprised as you feel. Arousal pools between your legs, heat dripping down the curve of your spine. You press your thighs together and swallow.Â
Joelâs hand moves up to your cheek and cups it gently, thumb toying with the corner of your lip, âI just never thought youâd be interested if Iâm beinâ honest. Especially not after. . . everything Iâve done.âÂ
âYouâve done what youâve had to do to survive,â you kiss the curve of his palm and he shifts, coming even closer. âI always wanted to come back to you, you know? Youâre my first love, Joel Miller. Deep down I always wanted you to be the last.âÂ
Joel was never an emotional guy. He always had trouble expressing what he thought and felt, thinking he always had to hide behind large invisible walls. The outbreak had put a magnifying glass over that quality of his. You can only tell that your words affected him by how the crease between his brows softens and his cheeks gain a subtle red hue.Â
He only grunts as he forcefully brings your hand to his crotch, his cock hard and throbbing under your palm. His lips skim down your neck, kissing where your pulse beats frantically. Joel grinds into your palm, âYou still want to fuck with your boyfriend waiting in the living room?âÂ
âGod, yes.âÂ
You stand up and he parts his legs for you, allowing you to take your rightful place between them. Looking up, his fingers dance up your shoulders, pushing off the robe so it once again pools at your feet. The fabric of your bra has worn away with time, meaning that your nipples meet no resistance as they stiffen under his gaze. Joel licks his lips and brings both thumbs to the peaks, rubbing them until theyâre fully hard.Â
Then he suddenly shoves you closer to him, your aching nipple met with his wanting mouth. He sucks through the fabric. Saliva darkens the color. He sucks and moans each individual nipple until both are hard like diamonds and only then do you find yourself on the bed, his mouth still on you, starving for more. Your back forms the perfect arch, the sheets feeling like silk against your skin despite them being years oldâalmost rotten.
He drags his lips down your body, rough facial hair tickling your skin, your hips helplessly stutters into the air. Two large hands pin your hips down. You canât help the noises that tumble from your lips. For the first time, youâre feeling whole. He lays soft kisses against your inner thighs and finally, he reaches where you want him most.Â
Joel sucks your clit through the fabric and your body jerks, seeking the heat of his mouth against your bare cunt instead. He smiles, digging his blunt nails into your flesh.Â
âPatience,â he licks a stripe down your clothed folds. âI want you to be loud, sweetheart. Make noise for me. If you want me to fuck you, thatâs my priceâyour sounds.âÂ
Liam never liked the sounds you made. Unless you were mimicking porn and whispering how close you were, which was a very rare occasion.Â
Joel slides his hands up to the softness of your stomach, squeezing gently. Like you might fade away at any given second. He kisses the lips of your pussy and his eyes flutter closed.Â
âDoesnât it feel good,â he begins, his southern drawl more prominent as his voice grows deeper. âTo have that prick in the next room listeninâ to me fuck you, riddled with guilt because he bet on his pretty girlfriend?âÂ
It does feel good. âYou think Iâm pretty?âÂ
ââCourse I do,â his brows furrow, eyes finding yours. âPrettiest girl Iâve known since the first day my dick got hard.âÂ
The words send a tingle up your spine but Joel doesnât allow you to linger on them for long. He slides your underwear to the side. The fabric sticky with slick, he immediately presses his lips deep into your cunt, tongue swirling around your entrance and teasing it by pushing in the tip. You cry out and grip his head, your legs pressing against his ears. Your heart hammers within the confinements of your ribcage.Â
âGonna ruin you,â he groans, licking himself deeper and rutting the bed. Your eyes roll back, your body melting with every fat stroke of his tongue.Â
Joel takes you apart slowly. His jaw moves, head lazily going from left to right. You feel so wet, soaked, from both his mouth and your slick. Itâs almost like he goes slower the more soaked you are. He draws various shapes around your throbbing clit. You're left withering under him, shaking, begging, and moaning his name loud enough that the entirety of Jackson could probably hear. The wet smack of his mouth is followed by loud slurps and groans, and your stomach coils tight.Â
After all these years, Joel Miller had certainly learned a few new tricks. He wasnât that same teenager anymore, though, neither were you. He feels different, yet he also feels the same. Like a familiar wind stroking your skin.Â
âSo damn wet and sweet like honey, fuck.âÂ
He moves away and you nearly cry out of frustration, fingers burrowing into the old sheets. You only move when you hear the deafening sound of a belt buckle coming loose. Joelâs pants drop to his ankles, cock painfully hard and slightly curving to the side. Your mouth waters, âNo underwear?âÂ
âGot too lazy to washâem last Sunday,â he lazily strokes himself. Today is Tuesday. Heâs been going commando all this time. More saliva fills your mouth, you donât know why but the thought excites you and he seems to notice. âYou always did get turned on by the weirdest things,â he mutters. âNow get on your knees, sweetheart. Been waitinâ a long time to feel those lips again.âÂ
You pout, âForearms are sexy, ask anyone.â
Joel sighs and shakes his head, his dark gaze makes you clench around nothing. He ignores your comment entirely. âDonât make me say it again.âÂ
You sink to your knees immediately after that.Â
Heâs so much thicker than you remember. The bulbous head a beautiful shade of red, shiny beads of precome gathered at the slit. You notice the vein meandering down the underside of his cock and you trace it with the tip of your tongue. The blood pumps harder in response, his length twitches and smears the shiny pearls against your cheek.Â
You moan as you finally take him between your lips. The corners of your mouth sting from how wide you need to open to accommodate him. You manage to take him half way in, swirling your tongue, you hollow out your cheeks.Â
âThatâs itâThatâs it, fuckâsuck me harder, sweetheart, pleaseââ his hips rock forward, his cock filling your mouth until the head is hitting the back of your throat. You choke on him and his head falls at the way your throat constricts around the width of him. He then pulls out, prompting you to look up. His hair is a mess, lips swollen and parted. âUse your spit, need you to wet my cock good if you want me to fit darlinâ. I ainât that teenager anymore.âÂ
You kiss the soft crease between his balls, rolling them with your tongue. Youâre delighted to witness how he shudders at the soft caress of your lips, âI can see that.âÂ
âGet on with it then.âÂ
Joel sounds almost annoyedâno, not annoyed, but eager, desperateâto have your mouth wrapped around him with Liam in the other room. You donât want to make him wait so you slowly allow a thin line of saliva to drip from between your lips. His thighs tense when it touches the head of his cock.Â
âIs his dick as big as mine?â he asks, jaw locked, words bouncing off of clenched teeth.Â
âNo,â you gasp, dragging your lips down the length of him while staring at him through heavy lashes. âNo, itâs not as big as yours.â
Suddenly youâre lifted to your feet, your body nothing but a ragdoll as he pushes you to the bed, the old mattress creaking with protest at the added weight. Â
âPlay with that fuckinâ pussy for me, I want to see it.â He wraps a hand around his weeping cock, his strokes hard and calculated. Your breasts tingle as you push a hand between your thighs, he clicks his tongue in disapproval, approaching the end of the bed. âSpread your legs wide, honey.âÂ
As soon as you open your legs and spread your folds for him to see how soaked you are, heâs quick to climb up the bed. Turning you to your side, he gets right behind you. Joel wets his own fingers, sucking on them with a loud groan before replacing yours with his own. He rubs your clit with precise movements, each stroke hitting the mark and making you see bright, dazzling stars. Your body moves on its own. Heat pools between your legs, your hips grinding back to feel the heft of him on your ass.Â
âJoel, please,â you whimper. âPlease, fuck me, pleaseââÂ
His lips touch your cheek and he breathes heavily, his chest heaving and rattling with every exhale. You feel the head of his cock slowly sinking into you, stretching you wide as his lips decorate your sweaty skin with fleeting kisses.Â
âYouâre takinâ me so fuckinâ well, honey,â your eyes roll back, a mild pain blossoming from where you two connect. He brushes his fingers over your clit, the sharp pleasure shortening your breath. âThatâs it. Thatâs my girl takinâ my big cock so well. So good. So good for me.âÂ
Your jaw drops as you take him inch by inch. He continuously plays with your clit, kissing you and whispering words of praise while his tongue plays with your earlobe. You feel like mush. Like dough that only he can mold. Your lashes grow wet with tears, your heart beating so wild that you swear he can hear it as well. Joel slightly pulls back his hips and pushes back in, your breath catches in your throat, and soon enough he begins fucking you with shallow thrusts.Â
âIs this what you wanted, huh?â he mutters into your ear. You nod helplessly, your body burning from the inside out. âTell me, louder, come on,â a smack echoes in the small room, and pain blossoms over your ass cheek. âCome on, louder.âÂ
âYes!â you cry out. In a weak attempt to meet his thrusts, you roll your hips. âYes, this is what I wanted. Iâve never stopped thinking about itânever stopped thinking about you.âÂ
âIs this pussy mine?âÂ
âYes, itâs fucking yours.âÂ
Your voice mustâve come out too much like a whisper because Joelâs pace quickens. He fucks you hard, deep, hammering into you until youâre struggling for air. He wraps thick fingers around your neck, squeezing until thereâs pressure building under your eyes, your lungs burning.Â
He loosens his grip around your throat, âI wanna hear it, come on now, donât make me beg for it. Tell me, is it mine?âÂ
âYours! Itâs fucking yours!âÂ
Suddenly Joel is underneath you and youâre on top, his hips relentless as he snaps his hips up into you. It feels even better now. The way his cock massages your walls shooting crackles of electricity up your spine. He holds your ass with both hands and spreads you for his liking.Â
You moan his name and when you look down, seeing him staring at your face, a sudden gush of embarrassment overwhelms you and with a small whimper, you cover his eyes with both your hands. Joel grits his teeth at that. He fucks you harder, the vicious way he presses inside making you gasp and drop your hands so you can brace yourself by flattening your palms over his chest. His eyes flash with anger.Â
âWhy the fuckââ he growls, âwould you cover my eyes?âÂ
âIâI got embarrassedââ you squeeze your eyes shut and open them back again. You push down your hips, taking him to the hilt as a form of apology, but he doesnât seem to accept it and holds you still. Your head falls back with his every thrust.Â
âIf you ever pull that stunt again, Iâll take you over my knee,â he rasps, ignoring the way your pussy clenches at his words.Â
His finger teases your asshole and beads of sweat gather at your tailbone. Joelâs grin is dangerous, something youâd run away from rather than run towards. But you canât help it. A wanton moan rattles your throat, your pussy clenching hard around his cock. He presses forward, burying his finger down to the first knuckle. You shudder over and over, your body building tension and releasing it simultaneously.Â
âYou like that, wildflower?â he groans, thrusting his finger in and out while snapping his hips up. âYou enjoy it when I play with your tight little asshole?âÂ
âFuck, fuckâJoelâyes, yes I do.âÂ
His other hand snakes around the back of your neck and yanks you down. His damp lips touch your ear, âGonna fuck this hole one day, pretty thing. . . gonna fuck it so hard youâre not gonna be able to stand for weeks.âÂ
Before you can catch your breath, youâre being hauled towards the closed door, the emptiness you feel sudden and cold. He pulls your hips up, presses your cheek against the barely standing wood. Your hard nipples graze against the surface, a jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine. Again, Joel thrusts forward, filling you to the brim. The mild pain tingles within your lower abdomen and you melt against him, eyes rolling back as you wiggle your ass for him.Â
With every rock of his hips, your body hits the door with a thud and youâre sure Liam can hear every forceful fuck, âTell him how fuckinâ bigger I am than himâI wanna fuckinâ hear, it come on.âÂ
âHeâs so much bigger than you!â you groan, bracing your palm against the door. âYou hear me, Liam? Never had a bigger cock in my life, Iâm soaked.âÂ
Liamâs muffled voice follows through, âJesus fucking Christ, what the hell is wrong with you? You fucking whore!âÂ
You know it shouldnât, but his words still jar you.Â
âIâll fuckinâ break his hands for that, donât you worry darlinâ,â Joel mutters into your skin, his words marking you as something untouchable. âAnd Iâll make it fuckinâ hurt.â He then kisses your shoulder and shouts towards the door, slamming especially hard this time so the thud of you hitting the door echoes. âYouâre the one who gambled her like some kind of prize you dickhead. Donât blame her for feelinâ good about it!âÂ
âYou could never satisfy me,â you say barely above a whisper, like youâre not entirely sure youâre allowed to feel good about this. About finally having him all to yourself.Â
âThatâs it, tell him,â Joel growls, pushing his cock even deeper. You swear that if you looked down at your stomach, youâd see a bulge, as impossible as that sounds. âTell him.âÂ
You desperately grab at Joelâs forearms, feeling the sinewy muscle tense. Your slick drips down his length and wets the inside of your thighs. With a loud moan you repeat your words and it feels delightful.Â
You only smile when you hear the outer door close shut. Liam is gone.Â
âYes yes yes,â Joel murmurs into your neck, ramming into you harder. âThatâs it, come on my cock, sweetheart, pleaseâI wanna feel itââÂ
Your breath catches in your throat, body seizing, âBâBed,â you manage to choke out.Â
If he pulled out, youâre not aware. His body is a constant presence against your back, lips always latched on to a patch of skin, tasting the salt. Joel lays you down gently and pushes your legs high enough that it grazes your forehead with every desperate snap of his hips.Â
âIs this what you want?â he groans, the wet noises of him fucking into the tight fist of your cunt bouncing off the walls.Â
âYes, Joelâ this is what I want.âÂ
âMy whore,â he leans over and grinds into you. He slips his tongue into your mouth, sucks on your tongue. The back of your thighs ache with protest but you whimper into the kiss anyway. Breaking the kiss, Joel breathes into you, âMy good sweet little whore,â and another kiss.Â
Your eyes roll back, âSo deep,â you groan, breaking the kiss.Â
âDeeper deeper deeper,â Joel mocks you by mimicking your dazed tone with his drawl. He slowly pushes in, holding himself there, he halts your breath. âHowâs that, wildflower? Deep enough for you?âÂ
âOh god, Joelââ you choke. You fist the sheets, your cunt fluttering and throbbing. He doesnât move, he flexes his cock and the pressure of that is enough to break you.Â
Joel wasnât expecting it, this much your muddled brain is able to realize from the shocked groan he lets out. His lips find purchase on your forehead, kissing and mumbling praise as your entire body clenches and releases, your pussy gushing around him. You feel the trickles of fresh wetness ripping out of you and all you can do is take it when Joel resumes his thrusts, fucking you through your messy orgasm.Â
Despite your insistent begging of wanting him to come inside, Joel pulls out, coming undone instantly as he does so. He rubs himself over your mound, thick ropes of come spurting across your stomach and even the underside of your right breast. He releases your legs and they fall limply to his sides.Â
Joel kisses you long and deep, his weight comforting above your trembling body. When he finally pulls away, he lets out a low chuckle and brushes your noses together.Â
âI think he left, sweetheart.âÂ
âGood,â you mumble and press a quick kiss to his flushed lips. âAll I want is you.âÂ
Liamâs not your boyfriend anymore.Â
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Is it casual now?/extra II
One shot; college students drew x reader
Summary: âBaby, no attachments.â yet, youâre at his childhood home, laughing with his parents, bonding with his siblings.Â
Genre: situation-ship, smut, fluff, angst,
Warnings: swearing, sex, light read, etc
â.Ë this is entirely fictional, if uncomfortable then don't read
â.Ë official one shot, extra I
âĄâ¸â¸ "fucked you in the bathroom, when we went to dinner"
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âWhere you going?â
You ask, as Drew stands up. The warmth of his hands caressing your thighs is gone, now running through his hair. âBathroom,â he mumbles, barely meeting your eyes. He walks off, without another glance back at the table.Â
His sour mood is evident, by not only you, but all of your friends.Â
To be fair, he didnât even want to come tonight. He pleaded desperately for you to stay in with him, offering things to you that was ridiculous. Such as, doing your laundry for a month (he doesnât even do his own).Â
But you havenât hung out with all your friends in a long time, and you missed them. So, tonight was non-negotiable with Drew.Â
And he gave up with trying to reason with you, hence, why he decided to join you here, at the nice restaurant. He didnât even make an effort to engage nicely with them, chuckling under his breath at random times and answering questions with short answers. Whenever you were talking, he would purposely distract you by touching you under the table, making it awkward for you and your friends.Â
Drew knows your friends donât like him; thatâs why heâs sour. Thatâs also why he shows up to these hangouts, just to rub it in their faces.Â
âWhy did you invite him?â Lucy groans, after Drew was out of eye sight. Your five other friends of this group nod too, all letting out groans of frustration. âHello, earth to y/n, we. Donât. Like. Him.â
âHe insisted on joining,â you shrug, forcing a smile.Â
âUm, you couldâve insisted on him not joining,â Janet, another friend adds on.Â
Your friend group was filled with weird people with different opinions, but one thing theyâve collectively agreed on was: they hate Drew. âHateâ is a strong word, but that was the only way to describe their feelings towards Drew.Â
Theyâve expressed it a lot of times, so itâs become numb to you.Â
âAre you guys finally together though?â Gary asks, sitting beside you.Â
Oh. Every time they see you, they ask this question.Â
âOf course not,â Lucy answers for you, sending you a cocky grin. One you always disliked, because it made you feel small. âClassmates, huh?â
âA really bad label,â Stacy adds on. Yeah, as if you didnât already know.Â
Great. Now itâs just your whole friend group judging you for being with Drew. Again. The last thing you needed from them.
âI visited his parents,â you aggressively say, stabbing into your food. Hopefully that will convince them Drew is a better person that what they think, right?
Wrong. They all âtskâ in a disappointed manner, shaking their heads. âAndâŚstill classmates?â
âWell, he said I was his best friend,â you stuff the food in your mouth, âTo his family.â
âHe probably had to,â Josh speaks up this time, âand wow, is that the first time he called you his friend?âÂ
You donât miss the sarcasm in his voice, and you send him a glare. He raises his hands in defense, the table laughs.Â
You donât find the humor in this situation. Why were they so judgmental towards the relationship with Drew? Itâs not like heâs the biggest jackass ever. Youâve seen every side there is to Drew, they just donât know him like you do. âCan you guys cut it off?â You say, not trying to hide the annoyance in your voice.Â
âWeâre just joking,â Janet laughs, glancing around, âbesides, weâre worried for you.â
You chew and swallow the food in your mouth, sending her an unappreciative smile, ââworriedâ for me?â
âYes, heâs obviously not⌠well, in love with you,â Janet continues, âwe donât want you with someone who clearly doesnât care for you.â
âHe cares for me,â you defend, furrowing your eyebrows at them. You look around the table, seeing your friends glance down at their food, afraid to meet your eyes. âHe cares for me.â
âSure he does,â Stacy bitterly agrees with you. That tone pisses you off. âMaybe privately, he does, but what about in public? Starting off with the most basic, labels.â
You hate how right your friends are. As rude and mean theyâre being, deep down, you know theyâre right. The âno attachmentsâ thing is bullshit, especially when nothing about the two of you is casual.Â
Five, no close to six months, nothing about that is causal.Â
âThatâŚdoesnât matter,â you murmur. Wrong; it mattered a lot, to everyone and to you. You just hated to admit you werenât as chill or casual as Drew was, how he made everything romantic seem friendly with you.Â
When you look around, everyone is now staring at you pitifully.Â
You didnât like that. That pity stare. Thereâs nothing to be pity of. Bunch of people around the world right now might be having situation-ships too. Nothing to pity. Nothing to be ashamed of.Â
Yeah. Thatâs what you keep brainwashing yourself to believe.Â
���The girl that he bangs on his couchâ. Yeah. Nothing to be ashamed of.Â
Your phone on the table lights up, and it reads bathroom. now.Â
Drew. âUm, excuse me,â you stand up, excusing yourself to the bathroom.Â
As you slowly get up and walk away, your friends werenât very careful with the volume of their voice. You hear one of them calling you a loser, still hanging around just for a good dick to suck.Â
That must be Janet. Her lonely ass must be jealous.Â
But part of you knew she wasnât wrong. You were a loser. The biggest loser to exist. The loser of losers, if that even is a thing.Â
Casual. Your friends succeeded once again, in making you doubt everything with Drew.Â
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âReally boring, right?â
Drew pulls you in by the waist, a lazy smile on his lips as he stares down at you. He leans against the sink, making you stand between his legs.Â
This restaurant had two bathrooms, each with their own sink inside. So, Drew took full advantage of that.Â
âHmm,â you hum carelessly. You didnât want agree with him; you tried to make this evening nice, but his attitude towards your friends just werenât helping. You keep your gaze around the collar of his jacket, not wanting to meet his eyes.Â
âSomething wrong?â He asks, playfulness still hinted in his words. His hand rub circles around your waist, as he tries to make eye contact with you, bending his head down to your level.Â
You advert your gaze even more, now focusing on the bracelet around his wrist. Now that you think about it, he always has this on, since the day you got it for him.Â
Was that casual to do? To keep the bracelet on at all times.Â
âLook at me, would you?â Drewâs tone turns serious, and he pinches the side of your waist harshly.
You flinch, finally looking up at him. You meet his blue eyes, a mix of concern and something else that you canât read. His raised eyebrows tell you that he wants you to talk, to tell him whatâs on your mind.Â
Should you? But, where do you even start? With his attitude tonight, or with your friendâs comments? Or with this whole casual thing, which is basically the beginning to it all.
Your lips pout on its own, resting your hands around his wrist. âThat was uncalled for,â you murmur, looking down at his bracelet again.Â
âWhat was?â Drewâs pinch one your waist is more soft this time, wanting to get the words out of you.Â
âDoing that,â you say, playing with his chained bracelet. Shit. Youâre gonna say it. Youâre gonna call him out for his behavior. âBeing rude to my friends.â
A scoff escapes Drew. He then brings his hand up to your face, forcing you to look up at him. Like second nature, you lean your face into the palm of his hand, waiting for him to explain himself. âBabe, your friends were the rude ones.â
The feeling inside your stomach is indescribable. The nickname sends you butterflies, but the words that follow don't.Â
âHow?â You ask, crossing your arms. Â
He licks his lips, squinting his eyes at you. âIt was so fucking obvious.â
âWas it?âÂ
âYes- yes, it was,â Drew straightens his posture, taking his hands off you. The warmth of him is gone, now with the presence of a man trying to explain his reasonable case of being bratty. âThey asked loaded questions to me this whole night.â
You furrow your eyebrows, thinking hard to the stuff they asked Drew. Shit. They were. Your friends didnât even trying to hide their discontent with him tonight.Â
âThey hate me,â he adds on, âCâmon, I leave the table for like, a few minutes, and they talked shit, right?â
The way he looks at you; he challenges you to disagree with him. But you couldnât; he was right. Your friends hate him, making you constantly doubt whatever this was with Drew.Â
âWasnât all shit,â you lie, sending him the smallest smile ever.Â
Drew makes the âtskâ sound, shaking his head as he gives you a tired smile. âWhat they say then?â He asks, leaning back against the sink again.Â
His eyes look at you in anticipation, biting down on his lips.Â
You do not want to tell him what they said. It was rude, and although it was about Drew, it affected you more than it should have. The seeds of doubt are always planted by your friends, they never put you at ease with this relationship.Â
You give him a lazy smile, snaking your arms around his neck. You lean in close to him, a seductive look in your eyes. âDoes it matter? They talk shit, all they ever do.â
Drewâs lips slightly part, and he glances quickly down at your lips. A smile appears, âI see what youâre doing. Youâre distracting me.â
You shrug lightly, before planting a small kiss on his jaw. âIs it working?â
You hear a chuckle escape from him, and his hand wraps around the back of your head. His eyes keep bouncing between your lips and eyes, smiling from ear-to-ear, âannoyingly so, you minx.â
Without another comment, Drew kisses you, soft and slow.Â
You return the kiss, escalating into a whole make-out session.Â
You hate how your body reacts to him; feeling a pool of wetness form between your legs. Fuck.Â
Something pokes against your lower stomach, and you pull away from Drew. You glance down; heâs erected. âShit,â you curse, as his hands slide down your body. He squeezes your ass, burying his face into your neck as he breathes the skin there.Â
âIâŚI canât go back to the table like this,â he murmurs, referring to his erection.Â
You watch as his back rises and falls, through the sink mirror. Even with this thick white jacket he has on, you can tell his breathing has sped up. Your lips form a straight line, running your hands through his short hair.Â
In the bathroom? Right in the middle of dinner? It was highly inappropriate.Â
Wrapping your hands around his face, you pull him up to meet his eyes. He looks at you pleadingly, lips parted with drool on the corner of his lips.Â
Fuck. How is one suppose to say no to that look? He looked as if he physically needed you; needed you to calm the⌠âgrowingâ in his pants.Â
âTen minutes,â you tell him, which immediately lights the spark in his eyes. He looks like a puppy! You smile at that thought, as he straightens himself, switching your positions.Â
âTen minutes? Enough for two rounds,â he teases, lifting you to sit on the sink.Â
âNo! One round,â you say, which gets cut off by Drew kissing you again. As much fun as two rounds sound, the longer you linger in here, the more obvious it is that the two of you are fucking.Â
He groans into your mouth, spreading your legs to stand between them. His hands move fast into your dress, slipping your underwear off. The cold surface of the sink hits your thighs and pussy, adding to the heat growing within you.Â
Drew trails his kisses down your neck, as your hands work on undoing his belt.Â
You moan when he sucks on the sweet-spot around your neck, the belt dropping onto the floor with a hard thud. âDrewâŚâ you moan out, messy hands tugging his hair as he continues to form hickeys around your neck.Â
You want to run your hands around his stomach, chest, abs. But the jacket he has on prevents that, being zipped up the whole way. This jacket looked great on him, but would look better on the floor.Â
Your hands fidget with the zipper, tugging with no luck of it moving.Â
Drew pulls away from your neck, a chuckle escaping, âbabe, gently.â
His hands overlaps yours, guiding you to pull the jacket zipper down. It reveals that he isnât wearing anything inside; a feast to your eyes. âIs that why you refused to take this off?â You ask, referring to before the dinner started.
âI was invited last minute,â he shrugs the jacket off, as if it wasnât his fault for the improvised outfit.Â
âRight, but you werenât invited,â you remind him, when he insisted on joining you when you were leaving, throwing on a random outfit nearby. You were busy putting your heels on, so you couldnât see the moment when he got dressed. You didnât even know he owned a jacket like this.Â
âMmhm,â his mind was elsewhere, attaching his lips to yours again. Sloppy and more lustful this time, as your hands wander around his body. Itâs hot under your touch; his abs flexing as you run your hands over them.Â
His hand grips onto your thigh, before moving closer to your heat.Â
When the warmth of his fingers hit your pussy, you moan loudly into his mouth.Â
âShit,â he chuckles, âweâre in public, babe.â
The tip of your ears heat up too, from the embarrassment and realization that youâre in public, most likely having people hear you from the other side of the door. âSorry,â you murmur, burying your face into his neck.Â
Drew sticks two fingers into your hole, and starts thrusting at a faster speed than usual. Your breathing becomes uneven, as you try to tone down your moans.Â
Drew wasnât having it easy either, as you hear low grunts escaping him. âFuck,â he curses, adding another digit, âyouâre tight tonight.â
âJust fuck me already,â you manage to say, hands gripping on his biceps. Surely, this was enough foreplay, right?Â
He chuckles again, this time at your impatience. He pulls his fingers out of you, his hands going to the back pocket of his jeans.Â
The familiar gold packaging comes out, and his hands skillfully rip them open.Â
ââŚcouldnât put on a shirt but bought a condom with you?â Laughter escapes you, as you watch him unzip his pants.Â
He glances up at you, and when he sees you smiling ear-to-ear, he canât help but match you, âwasnât gonna show up totally unprepared, right?â
You laugh again; what an unbelievable guy. âShirtâs optional but condom a must. Got it.â
Drew lets his pants and boxers hang around his knees, his cock standing proud. The sight immediately wipes the smile off your lips, gulping as you imagine it stuffed inside you.Â
âThe chances of fucking you wherever and whenever is high,â Drew says, wrapping the condom around his dick.Â
He looks up at you, seeing your gaze fixed on his hard cock. A smirk helps themselves to his lips, as his hands tug on your waist. An idea flashes in his mind as he looks over your shoulder, at the big sink mirror.Â
âGet off,â his voice brings you back, looking at him with confused eyes now. âCâmon, trust me.â
You let him bring you back onto the ground, before flipping you over. You see both your reflections in the mirror, your back hitting his chest, his dick poking your upper ass.Â
When you meet his eyes through the mirror, you understand where this was going.Â
âWatch yourself while I destroy your fucking pussy, hmm?â
Oh. Oh. Was it possible to be turned on by words?Â
Drew lifts up your dress, revealing your wet core. You hold onto the sink for support, grip getting tighter when you feel Drewâs tip against your entrance.Â
Then, he slips in, going deep until itâs completely nestled inside you.Â
âFuck,â you moan, glancing up at Drew. He sends you a smirk, enjoying this too. His hand goes to your stomach, and he lifts you backward, resting against his chest again.Â
âGrip my hair, and keep your eyes open, alright?â His voice drops low, one hand moving to knead your breasts.Â
You nod, bringing your hands behind you; one tugging gently around his hair, another around his arm thatâs supporting you.Â
He starts to thrust into you, rather roughly and fast. âShit,â you moan, the sensation sending you to outer space. With his thick cock slamming into you, his hands roaming your body, your hands running through his short hair, it feels euphoric.Â
Your eyes can barely stay open, as you look at the reflection in the mirror. Drew leaves a trail of sloppy kisses along your shoulder, which sends goosebumps to your skin.Â
You watch as one of his hand slips between your thighs, starting to massage your pussy. âFuck,â you moan, louder than you should be. You couldnât help it, the pleasure was extraordinary.Â
He kisses your earlobe, âiâknow baby, but keep it down, alright?â
âY-yeah,â it barely comes out, as the thrusts and massages to your core intensifies. The familiar knot in your stomach forms, informing you that youâre close. âDrewâŚâ
His pace doesnât stop, and when you lean your head back on his shoulder, he goes harder, âclose?â
You nod with any energy left, and Drew uses his free hand to lift your face up again. He kisses your cheek, âuse your words.â
You flutter your eyes open, looking at the two of you in the mirror. It was extremely hot, to see Drew filling you up, his hands all around you. The mirror starts to fog up a little, with all the grunting and pressure filling in here.Â
âIâm coming,â you force out, and meet Drewâs gaze in the mirror. His blue eyes meet yours, seething with lust.Â
You clench around him, your hand going around Drewâs, which is massaging your pussy. He stops massaging, and he intertwines your hands together. The stickiness doesnât bother you; why should it?
âFuck,â he groans, his thrusts to your g-spot growing sloppy.Â
You tilt your head sideways, and you give him a quick kiss, which sends you over the edge. Your orgasm explodes inside of you, cum dripping out and over Drewâs cock.Â
Body giving up, you lean completely against Drew, as he helps himself to his. His cock twitches, and you feel the familiar hot liquid filling up.Â
Both of you are breathing heavily, euphoria radiating off your bodies. Fuck. This might just be one of the best fucks youâve had with Drew. But in a public restroom? Who wouldâve thought.Â
âYouâre so hot,â he compliments, before planting a small kiss on the side of your face.Â
You giggle at that stupid comment, looking at him through the mirror; Heâs got a playful smile on his lips, looking at you with smitten eyes. âYouâre great with your words.â
He chuckles, his hands tapping against the side of your waist, signaling you to move. You use the energy left inside of you, helping him slip out. Leaning against the sink, you watch as Drew grabs tissues to wipe your core, then throwing his condom away.Â
After that, he grabs your underwear on the floor. You get yourself dressed, him doing the same thing.Â
âLook, onlyâŚonly seven minutes passed,â Drew comments with a sly smile on his lips, showing you his watch.Â
You roll your eyes, your lips betraying you by forming a smile. âCocky much?âÂ
He puts his jacket back on, the last piece of clothing. âWell, you've definitely enjoyed the taste of it.â
You hit his chest playfully, his remark sending butterflies to your stomach. He laughs, zipping his jacket only halfway. Your eyebrows furrow at his exposed chest that pierces through the top; and you reach for the zipper.Â
Drew stays in place, and you feel his gaze on the top of your head, his hot breath hitting you. You ignore the tension that pulls; when youâre done, you pat his chest, âall done, buddy.â
ââBuddyâ?â Thereâs a hint of amusement in his tone, eyes squinting down at you.Â
You send him a soft smile, seeing him glance down at your lips. âWhat?â
âCall me buddy one more time,â his hands wrap around your waist, and he leans closer to you, âand youâll get it.â
His dirty and challenging tone sends shivers down your spine, something you find yourself liking a bit too much. The pit of your stomach yells at you at how hypocritical Drew was being right now, but you ignore it.Â
And just because itâs fun, you lean into his ear, and whisper, âbest buddy ever.â
Tickles are sent to the side of your body, making you jump and melt into his arms. You laugh uncontrollably; Drew knew you were ticklish, using it to his full advantage.Â
âStop! Stop!â You yell between laughter, your legs ready to give up.Â
âDonât call me that then,â he stops tickling you, grip on you tight to make sure you donât fall. He kisses the tears of laughter from the corner of your eyes, âI donât like it.â
âNoted,â you murmur, wrapping your arms around his neck. You glance down at his lips, and he does the same to yours.Â
Drew gives you the look; he wants to kiss you.Â
And you let him, closing your eyes and feeling his lips against yours.Â
Is it still casual if you kissed me like itâs the last time you ever will? You hate how this thought appears in your mind again, haunting you.Â
You pull away, the pressure of it getting overwhelming. âLetâs head back, yeah?â
âWe have to?â His eyes stay glued to your lips. âYou know, We couldâŚwe could just leave.â
You furrow your eyebrows at him, âno!â
âSay you got plans tomorrow morning,â he shrugs, âIâll say it for you, if you canât-â
You cross your arms, looking up at him. âWhy would I leave early?â
Drew parts his lips, and he brings his hand up to your elbow. He rubs the area there in soft circles, a playful look in his eyes, ââŚgrab some froyo?â
You drop your arms, looking at him disappointedly. When he saw that, he hurriedly adds, âand I got errands to run. Really.â
You contemplate in your mind about this; ditching this dinner to hang out privately with Drew? Yeah, that sounded like something fun. It must be better than staying awkwardly, having your friends judge Drew.Â
Casual. Casual, casual, casual. Some casual froyo with Drew, and maybe ending up with sex in his dorm room.Â
Yeah. Seemed like things people whose âcasualâ would do.Â
âFine. Youâre treating me though,â you unlock the door, walking out the bathroom.Â
âI always treat you,â you hear him murmur behind you, following closely behind as you two walk back to the table.Â
You interrupt the conversation theyâre having, grabbing your purse from your seat. They look at your questionably, before their gaze lands sourly on Drew behind you. âiâve got something, tomorrow morning, so weâre heading off,â you try sounding apologetic, âsorry to leave this early.â
âOh, um, okay,â Lucy glances between the two of you, âtext us when you get home.â
âYeah, sorry,â you apologize again, before your friends wave goodbye to you. You donât miss the hateful looks they leave on Drew, as they tell you to take care until the next time you guys meet.Â
After that, you and Drew leave the restaurant, letting the doorman do his job of getting a taxi.Â
A warmth around your hand catches you by surprise; Drew holds your hand, pulling you closer to him. You look down at the holding of hands; then back up at him. Heâs staring down at his phone, scrolling through his insta feed.Â
Holding hands. Something very casual to do, apparently.Â
âWhat are you watching?â You ask, leaning on his shoulder.Â
He laughs, showing you the screen. Itâs a video of a monkey pointing towards the glass, which has different play-doughs lined along it.Â
You donât get the humor in it, but you smile, because it makes Drew smile.Â
The two of you stand there, watching different posts on his phone until the taxi arrives.Â
Your mind finds it strange how âcasualâ you two are.Â
Because, in the bottom of your heart, you werenât so sure if this was casual anymore. Along the way, the lines of âno attachmentâ seemed to have blurred. Blurred to the point of no return.Â
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Ö´ ࣪đ¤ a/n: goddamn, i would fall for this toxic relationship too T_T
sry for not posting lately, i got very busy lately! i promise you, flashing lights 6 & not a big deal pt4 is coming sooooon. but hope you enjoyed this extra, and also, thx for blowing up the halloween special, was NOT expecting that. thank you sm! your lovely comments inspire me to write these fics!
btw, watched obx s4, and the ending broke me T_T like tffff
#drew starkey#drew starkey imagine#drew starkey x reader#fiction#angst#drew starkey x you#fluff#smut#oneshot#situationships#light reading
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