#I uh;;;;; I had a;;; a bit of a rough time the past half a year;;;

[eddiesxangel]

Show Me Pt.2 | Older!Neighbour!Eddie X Reader

Summary: Eddie finds your little treasure chest and decides to have some fun with you.

Cw: established relationship, age gap, use of sex toys on reader, oral, p in v, breeding kink? (Reader is on birth control but not disclosed in fic), creampie, dirty talk, daddy kink, pussy slapping, orgasm denial, anal play, possessive Eddie, soft!Dom Eddie x f!sub reader.

WC 3.2k

Read part 1

“Sunshine, can you come up here?” your boyfriend calls out from your loft.

He had run up to take a shower not too long ago after coming home from a long day at the shop. He won’t admit it but he much prefers your sweet smelling expensive soaps and lotions to his off brand 2 in 1.

“What is it baby?” You ask as you walk up the stairs to see your boyfriend clad in a low hanging towel, reminding you of the first time you had met him six months ago. His wet happy trail lead to that delicious bulge he is packing.

He was standing in front of your bed like he was trying to hide something with his wide frame.

“I don’t know you tell me?” He shrugged.

You could tell he was up to something. You give him a pointed look before he continues.

“I thought we were good, Sugar? I thought that we had trust? but now I don’t know who you are anymore?”

“Eddie, baby what are you talking about?” Now you were worried. What did he think you did?

“We have such a strong relationship, and you think you could hide this from me?” He steps to the side, revealing what is on your bed.

Your eyes widen as your multiple vibrators, dildos, and other play toys are splayed across the floral duvet.

“Eddie!” You rush over, trying to cover them up, mildly embarrassed. Eddie was the only one you’d been with; you didn’t want to scare him away with your collection.

Eddie stops you before you can do anything.

“Nuh-uh, I don’t think so, missy; you can’t just pretend that you have all these tools and not think I’m not going to play, do you?”

A wave of arousal washed over your core at his words. Eddie using your toys on you? That’s something you never dreamed of. However, it’s your most desired need right now.

“I-I-“

“Now, you’ve been a naughty girl, keeping this from me.”

“No! I’ve been so good!” You counter back, only knowing it would rile Eddie up even more, and you could feel his stiffening cock on your thigh.

“I think we should start off slow… tease you until you’re begging for it. How’s that sound?” Eddie’s hot breath fanned across your ear and neck, sending a shiver up your spine.

“Oh-okay,” you stuttered.

“Good girl,” he tapped your ass before telling you to strip.

Your clothes came off instantly, and Eddie’s towel had been hung up on the bathroom door to dry.

His half-hard cock bounced as he walked over to the bed before picking up a small pink vibrator, one of your favourites, and sat down in the middle of the bed up against the pillows. He patted his thick, hairy thigh as he instructed you to come sit between his legs. You crawled up to him before turning around, resting your back against him, and letting your head fall on his shoulder.

“Lean back and open your legs for me, Sugar, yea that’s it.” His rough, thick hands explored your inner thighs as he made sure you were sitting and as widely spread as possible.

He kissed the side of your neck as his hands travelled up and across your stomach, around to your breasts, making sure to pinch your nipples as his mouth explored your delicate skin.

He let his hands roam your soft body a little bit more before picking up the vibrator and turning it on.

A low buzzing filled the silent room before you let out a breathy moan as Eddie gently teased you. He let the little silicone toy glide across your arms, down your cleavage all the way past your belly button to your little thatch of hair that covered your mound, then back up again. You quivered as the vibrator tickled your nipples.

“More please.” Your hand gripped Eddie’s wrist.

“Not yet.” He mumbled in your ear.

“Please”

“No, Princess. You have been naughty. This is your punishment.”

“I’m sorry,” you pleaded. You would do anything for him, your touch, your already-soaked pussy. You could feel your slick, cool against the air of the room, but he kept building up the anticipation of finally touching you where you wanted it most.

“Oh, now you’re sorry,” he tutted.

“Yes,” you gasp.

Eddie’s free hand found your nipple, tweaking and pinching it to his desire. This only flooded your pussy once more with arousal. You could feel it start to run down your thighs as you tried to close your legs for any sense of friction.

“No,” Eddie growled once again, unlatching his fingertips from your nipple and vibrator to wrench your legs open once again.

“You’re going to keep your pretty legs open so Daddy can play.” his hot lip brushed against your exposed throat.

A wet slap filled the bedroom as a sharp sting struck your clit when Eddie’s fingers slapped your swollen clit.

“Fuck!” You jerk your body back further into your boyfriend, only pushing his stiff cock into your back. You’re sure there will probably be a penis-head-shaped bruise there in a few hours, and the thought made you giggle.

“Oh, you like that baby girl?” His condescending tone only made you wetter.

His thick tattooed fingers came down on your pussy once again before pinching your clit between his thumb and forefinger.

You grip his forearms needing something to dig your fingers into, and let out a breathy moan, and Eddie’s cock twitches at your shaky voice.

“I think you’re enjoying this a little too much” he picked up the vibrator again, clicked it on the second strongest level and finally placed it on your clit.

Your hips automatically started gyrating into you as your orgasm quickly built.

“You going to cum?”

“Mmhm,” you nod your head.

“Not yet,” he growled.

“Okay” you whined as you tried your hardest to stay still, you hold on but Eddie was teasing you so good you couldn’t help but feel the need to cum right now-

“Good girl,” he swirled the vibrator around and around.

“I wanna cum, please!”

“I decide when.”

But you couldn’t hold on any longer. “Daddy, I’m cumming!”

Eddie ripped the toy away from you the second the words left your lips, denying you your pleasure.

“This one doesn’t seem to be working,” he clicked it off and threw it to the side.

“No, no, please,” you cried.

“Don’t be a brat” he slapped your throbbing pussy once more before pushing you up off of him so he could crawl to the end of the bed and get a fresh toy.

“No! I was so close-”

“Let’s try this one.” He plucked up your rabbit, and you stopped arguing.

You frantically nod your head as you crawl back, splaying your legs wide open for Eddie. His eyes zoned in on your glistening pussy lips. They were puffy and swollen and the prettiest shade. You watched as his eyes glazed over with lust; you knew he wanted to dive in.

“I know you wanna, Daddy,” you teased, slipping your middle finger through your folds.

“No, mine.” Eddie pushed your hand away and replaced it with his own.

You let your head fall back as his thick fingers ran through your folds, collecting your slick before he pushed it up inside of you.

A throaty moan left your lips and your overly sensitive pussy clenched down on Eddie’s finger.

“Your pussy is so tight, baby, I can’t wait to stuff it full with my cock”

“I need you!”

“Greedy, greedy girl, so greedy for my cock”

“Only yours!”

“That’s right, baby girl, this pussy is mine, mine, mine,” he worked his fingers inside your pussy as he spoke.

“Can I cum, now?” Your eyes watered; you needed it so badly.

“No, Sunshine. We haven’t even started.” He smirked and removed his fingers and sucked them clean before he reached over for the rabbit you had forgotten about.

Eddie ran the tip of the toy through your puffy folds before breaching your tight hole. Once it was fully submerged and the ears were pushed against your clit is when he turned it on.

A throaty growl left your mouth when he started up the toy.

“This one your favourite princess?”

You nod your head frantically, not able to speak. The vibrations on your clit mixed with the thrusting in the dildo made your head spin.

“Tell me how you use it.”

“Wh-what?” You were fucked out already, and you hadn’t cum once yet.

“When you’re all alone, dreaming about me, needy for my touch. What. Do. You. Do?”

“Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!” You chant his name like a mantra as he pumps the purple toy in and out of your needy cunt.

“That’s what I like to hear, but I prefer Daddy. You know that princess” he slipped it out fully, and you cried out again. Your orgasm was so close, just ripped away from you once again.

“Daddy, please!” You slam your fists in that bed with frustration.

“I’m sorry, baby girl.” He wasn’t sorry at all.

His cock was throbbing. This was the longest foreplay he’d ever put you through, and you’d yet to touch him.

“I think it’s Daddy’s turn for a little fun.” He sat up, crawling up your body to kiss you for the first time since this little punishment started. He was only a man; he could only hold out for so long.

Your lips were hungry as your tongue slipped past his lips. You needed any kind of comfort and contact from your boyfriend.

You let out a whimper as his large tattooed frame pulled away.

“Now, now, Sunshine, you get to have fun too.” He laid back beside you, and you quickly shuffled your way down to rest between his legs.

You lay flat on your stomach, aligning your mouth with his bright pink cock.

His cock lay flat against his trim stomach aligning with the happy trail covering his belly button. His clean dark hair surrounding the base of his shaft and his full round balls only made his cock more tempting.

Your mouth watered as you grasped it in your hand. Your fingers hardly touch as his girth was so wide. You waisted not another moment as you brought the tip up to your lips. Eddie’s eyes found yours as he gazed down at you lovingly; he couldn’t hold back his smile as his good girl took his cock so well.

“Yes, that’s it, baby, good girl,” he praised as your mouth took him further. His usual briny, salty taste was replaced by floral sweetness as he used your soaps and shampoos not an hour ago.

You hummed as he hit the back of your throat, and it sent a wave of pleasure through Eddie. Your hair was pulled taut from Eddie’s fingers, gripping it in his fist.

As you gripped the base of his cock in one hand, your other travelled under to fondle his balls; your mouth worked its way up and down the long thick shaft before your mouth found his balls. You continued jerking him while you kissed and sucked his perfect balls.

“Fuck Princess, you’re so good at that, my perfect girl. My good girl” his lean stomach clenched as he tried to hold off his orgasm.

“But I thought I was naughty, Daddy?” You pout innocently. You knew what you were doing.

“You were, but I think you’ve shown me you’re sorry.” He shifted his weight to crawl back to the end of the bed where the toys were still gathered. You scanned the options, excited for what he would choose for you next.

“Now, Princess. There is something that we haven’t tried yet. Now you are in control with this, so you can tell me no, but-” he reaches down on the bed, and your eyes widen when you spot the toy he fondles.

“Yes,” you don’t hesitate. Your pussy floods once again as Eddie brings up the silver bejewelled butt plug to view.

“You sure?”

Before Eddie could finish speaking, you’re already on your hands and knees, arching your back and presenting yourself to your boyfriend. You eagerly wiggled your cheeks at Eddie, and he just about came right then and there.

“Fuck” Eddie fucks his fist as he watches his girl spread herself for him with all the confidence and need. “What did I do on God's green earth to deserve you?”

“Probably something realllllly good,” you smirk over your shoulder, biting your lip as you watch Eddie watch you. “Lube is in the same drawer,” you motion to the nightstand.

Quickly, Eddie hops off the bed and gets the lube before he busts a nut by just looking at you.

You hear the hard plastic of the lid snap and the lewd, wet sound of the lube being squirted out of the bottle. The cold liquid hits your puckered hole, and you flinch a little at the temperature shock, but Eddie quickly warms it up with his fingers, and he circles your tight hole with his fingers before slowly pushing them inside.

You breathe in sharply as Eddie’s thick fingers spread you open. You feel so full as he pumps them in and out, slowly spreading you open.

“Good girl, just like that. Relax for me, Sunshine.”

“So good,” you whisper, pushing your ass further into Eddie’s penetration.

“I think you’re ready, princess.”

“Yes,” you agree.

Eddie twirls the little jewel in his hand, admiring it before he gently pushes it into your ass.

“Fuck” you both breathe out as it enters you.

Eddie can’t help but stroke his cock in his fist again as he takes a mental picture. There was no way he was ever forgetting this moment; this spank bank material would last him a lifetime.

“Daddy, please,” You wiggled your ass once more, and you swear you heard Eddie whimper behind you.

Your glistening pussy was so inviting, especially with the little silver jewel perched right atop your needy hole, only making it more pleasurable for both of you.

“Gunna mark my pussy, gonna fill it with so much cum” Eddie finally slipped his cock into your dripping cunt.

You let out a guttural moan as his thick cock splits you open.

“Fuck me, you’re so tight,” Eddie grits through his teeth; he can feel the butt plug inside you as he pushes through your wet canal.

You felt so full, so good, and so fucked out as Eddie started to pump himself in and out of you. He couldn’t believe how fucking sexy you were. He couldn’t be that you let him play with you like this. He could use his own little doll to his pleasure.

He snapped his hips into your wet pussy, and his balls slapped against your clit, only aiding your pleasure. The sounds of wet slaps and moans of pleasure filled the quiet loft. Eddie grazed against your g spot on each snap, and Eddie could see the creamy ring collect at the bottom of his cock. Your slick coated his thick thatch of hair at the base of his shaft, but he didn’t care; he wanted you to mark him.

“God, your pussy is so good, so tight, so perfect, my perfect little princess”

“Eddie!” You cry your orgasm building and building. You prayed he would let you fall apart this time.

“I can feel you, baby; your pussy is clenching my cock so good.” He slapped your plush ass cheek, and that made you quiver. Your elbows give out, and your head falls into the bed below you, only making your ass stick out further.

You feel Eddie grip each cheek in both hands, his whole palm covers most of your ass, and he spreads you open even wider. He loves watching as his cock disappears as you suck him in.

“Fuck, you’re being so good for Daddy.”

“More,” you whimper.

Eddie reaches over at your request and finds the pink vibrator, and flicks it on to the highest setting before placing it in your swollen clit.

You can’t hold off for ten seconds, and your body convulses under Eddie’s touch.

“I’m cuming!!” Your body washes over with a bolt of pleasure rippling through you.

“Fuck, such a good girl, fuckin’ gripping my cock so tight. You want this cum so badly, don’t you? Squeezing me so good, you make sure that I’m going to pump you so full”

Eddie’s hips only worked faster; the vibrator was still latched to your clit, you were overly sensitive, but Eddie didn’t care you were going to cum on his cock again.

“Eddie, please, too much.” You were vibrating along with the toy attached to your cunt.

“You wanted more, Princess, I’m giving you more.”

That condescending motherfuck-“DADDY!” You scream out as your second orgasm takes over your senses. This time, your knees gave out, and you fell flat against the bed.

“Oh, I fucked you that good baby?” He chuckles.

You can only moan in reply.

The new angle tightened on Eddie's cock, and he couldn’t hold off any longer.

“You’re going to take all this cum, baby; you’re going to let me pump you so full it will be dripping out of you for days. Your little belly is going to swell; you're going to carry my baby. Do you want that? Want me to fuck a baby into you?”

“YES,” you cry; his cock gets so good you can’t think about anything else than how Eddie made you feel. You wanted his cum so bad you clamp down on his cock again, and Eddie can’t take it.

Hot ropes of white seed are shooting into your cunt as Eddie continues to pump his cock deep into you, making sure he fills you.

Reluctantly, Eddie pulls out of you as his cock starts softening within you. All you can do is lay there as your body still tingles.

“Let me see you, pretty girl” Eddie takes your leg and flips your effortlessly so you’re on your back and spread open for him to see his hot cum leaking out of your used cunt onto the butt plug that’s still fully submerged in your ass.

“So fucking pretty” Eddie squeezed the fatty meat of your inner thigh before placing a kiss on your clit, making you jerk.

“Oh, she’s so sensitive,” he smirks before placing two more kisses on your pussy before sitting up to help clean you up.

“You okay, Sunshine?” He returned with a warm cloth to clean up the big mess he made of you.

“More than okay” you’re in heaven. You haven’t experienced sex like that before. It was fun, it was hot, it was tense, it was exciting, it was everything you needed.

“Good girl,” he grins as he places a gentle kiss on your lips. You couldn’t believe how good he was to you, and you moaned at the praise.

“Don’t tell me you’re ready to go again?” He chuckles.

“How could I not when you’re so sexy? You turn me on so bad” You roll on top of him, spreading your still-wet pussy over his soft bush and starting to grind down on his crotch.

“Fuck you can’t say things like that. Eddie sits up so he can kiss you.

“I think it’s your turn, Mr.Munson.” You reach over to your toys and click on the vibrator.

“You minx” he smacks your ass, and you get ready for round two.

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[dwaekkicidal]

Day 1

˚ʚBang Chan x fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: Day 1 of my 1K follower celebration! Today is hand kink with Chris ♡

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 1k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, hand kink, fingering, choking, light overstim mentions

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: Starting off strong 😭

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“You’re staring again.” The statement was short and stupidly simple, but it still pulled a huh? from your busy mind. Your eyes darted up to your boyfriend’s face, it was decorated with a huge smirk that he poorly hid behind his glass of juice. “I said ‘You are staring again’.” He sipped slowly, watching the way you became nervous and played with the food on your plate. “Haha… sorry.”

After that, you kept your head down for the rest of lunch, only lifting it to occasionally look him in the eyes while you two conversed. Once lunch had passed you two decided to relax on the couch and watch some show that you couldn’t care less about. What you could care every bit about was the painted hands stroking your skin. The one that ran down the sides of your arms to knead the flesh of your hip mindlessly while the other wrested against your wrist and rubbed the skin there with his thumb.

You knew it was all in good faith: your boyfriend was a little restless. He tended to turn his brain off and stroke any object that had too nice of a texture on it. But that didn’t stop it from causing heat in your stomach. You hadn’t expected him to come home early, let alone with nails perfectly painted black. You weren’t sure if you should curse out STAY for encouraging this or thank them a million times.

It was to the point where the show had ended minutes ago and you were completely zoned out, staring at the hand that stroked yours as your mind wandered to a place where his hands were all over you. And in you. He grabbed your cheek softly, turning you to look at him and breaking you from your trance. He smiled knowingly and tilted his head teasingly at you, “You really have a staring problem, sweetie.” And luckily for you, your lover was very keen to fix the problem that he had started.

And he did so by folding you in half, pulling your ass to the edge of the couch after he rid you of your bottoms. He kept one hand on your neck, possessively splayed out across the skin there while the other was busy finger fucking you. His painted thumb drew rough circles into your clit and as he did so, his middle and ring fingers pushed past your entrance, wiggling and scissoring themselves to test how loose you were. Those pretty, veiny fingers shoved themselves into your hole over and over again, making sure their very last knuckle hit your folds before pulling out to repeat the process.

The entire time, your eyes were glued to the way his fingers glistened. So much so that you didn’t miss the way he snuck a third finger beside his others. The stretch made your eyelids flutter repeatedly until you gave up and let your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Poor baby, all hot and bothered over my fingers.” You thought you were going insane: you were so close already and he just started fingering you. Your head starts to fall backward, sinking into the cushions.

It rests there for a second before he catches on, tutting loudly and tightening the hand around your neck. The hand positions you forward, making you meet him eye-to-eye as his fingers become rougher against your walls. “Nuh-uh. You’re gonna watch while I finger your pretty pussy. Look away again and I stop.” As if to punctuate his sentence, his 3 fingers dug roughly against your gummy spot. He waits for you to nod before loosening the hand around your neck. It still holds you just tight enough to keep you in place, but it allows for more airflow now.

Your legs begin to shake and your moans go up a pitch. You start to squeeze around his fingers aggressively and the hand around your neck moves down to rest against your lower tummy. He fingers you more vigorously and simultaneously pushes down, giving the perfect amount of pressure to send you over the edge. Your hands dig into your thighs as you moan loudly and cry out his name.

Once he’s sure you're done, he eases his fingers out and away from your body, but not before meanly rubbing his soaked palm over your clit. He laughs when you push him away with your feet and finally moves away, allowing you to breathe as he puts on a show for you. His damp fingers are led to his mouth, where he licks slowly between his fingers. He makes sure to go over them multiple times to clean them properly and doesn’t once break his eyes away from you. You moan loudly and drop your head backward, too horny to keep looking at his teasing. He chuckles and unbuckles his belt, stripping himself of all his clothes before he repositions you below him. 

His dick twitches as it runs along your folds, spreading your cum all over his length as makeshift lube. You feel it finally push in as his hand wraps around your throat once again. It doesn't squeeze again: only sits there possessively as he pushes in, inch by inch. The feeling of being so full already is already too much to handle. Your poor hole just got done being bullied by his fingers, so it’s only natural that you wince from the overstimulation, whining loudly at the new intrusion.

Narrowed eyes stare at your face intensely. It would have been scary if it weren’t for the onslaught he’s causing between your legs and your now-closed eyes. He understands completely, though he's not happy about it. He makes a face at you and grabs your chin, holding it in place as he shoves two fingers past your lips and down your throat. It makes you gag a few times until you inevitably force yourself to focus on other things to stop the feeling. Other things like the dick that’s now bullying itself into your swollen cunt.

“Hm. ‘Think I’ll have to finger fuck your mouth now too. Seems to be the only way to keep you quiet; we don’t need the neighbors complaining again.”

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[mikeandikeschmidt]

Once Upon a Time

Mike Schmidt x babysitter!f!reader

Word Count: 1864

Summary: Like all other imagines go, ever since Mike hired you as Abby’s babysitter, you’ve made their life so much more fun. Today’s fun? Playing fairy tales with Abby. Mike thinks it’s hilarious until he’s suddenly brought into production…

• • •

There was a satisfying ‘click’ when Mike turned the key. With one little shove, the door was open and he could breathe again. Another rough shift at work, but he was so grateful to be home. Where he could relax and just unwind…

And then he heard giggling. And he had the sinking feeling this was not going to be an “unwind” kind of day. What kind of mischief was Abby getting into now? Although, he much preferred hearing her laughter over the silence he used to get. Ever since he hired that new babysitter, Abby’s brightened up a lot. So, despite the drowsy drooping over his shoulders, he smiled as he shut the door behind him.

“Hey, I’m home!” He called out.

“We’re in here!” Your voice replied, making his smile twitch just a bit wider without him meaning to. You were such a saint. After what happened with the last babysitter, he thought he wouldn’t find another half as good, but you surpassed any and all expectation. Once he got the ball rolling better with work, he’d pay you. Soon.

“What on earth…” Mike’s voice trailed off when he saw what was going on in Abby’s room.

Lights were strung about, a great big fort connected to the ceiling and strung down like a canopy. With the use of cardboard, paper, and markers, the fort was surrounded by fake towers and what he assumed was a moat. And under the strung-up blankets were two familiar faces with paper crowns.

“We’re playing fairy tales,” You quickly explained, feeling the urge to take off the crown. You hadn’t felt self-conscious when it was just you and Abby, but when a cute guy looks at you? That’s a whole different thing. The embarrassment only worsened when you saw him stifle a laugh. Crap, what could he be thinking right now?

If only you knew that he thought you both made the cutest sight he'd ever seen.

"If we're going to do Snow White, we need an apple." Abby turned to you, refusing to let Mike ruin your fun together. She was not done playing. In fact, seeing the two of you looking at each other gave her a little idea...

"I'll go get the apple." You stepped over the cardboard towers and paper moat to head to the kitchen, "I'll be in the kitchen."

"Right behind ya," Mike added as he shrugged off his jacket.

You quickly took the crown off and set it down before going to the counter. You rummaged through the bowl of fruit, going past bananas and pears to find what you wanted.

Mike pulled out a Gatorade from the fridge, "Heh, thanks again for this. You have no idea what a difference you've made to Abby."

"Oh it's nothing. She's a lot of fun." You reassured him.

"I promise I'll pay you as soon as my check comes in, this isn't going to be the usual. You know, if, uh, you still want to continue this. I get it if you don't. You're not obligated to keep coming..." He was rambling now. He hadn't gotten like this since high school. Sheesh, what was going on with him? He reached up and adjusted his shirt's collar. It was getting warm in here all of a sudden.

"Mike, stop. You're completely fine. I'm happy to be here. After all, what are neighbors for?"

He shrugged. He'd just gotten so used to you being here, so quick. You fit right in. Looking back on it, the house used to feel so empty. Abby used to go to her room and just draw by herself. Mike would go to bed early or watch a couple shows on TV. Now, there was so much light and laughter brought in. He barely recognized his life anymore. He really hoped this was a sign for better days.

"Ah! Here we are, a classic red apple. I better not keep the princess waiting." You teased and started heading back to Abby's room, with a little skip in your step. But to your surprise, upon entering in, you saw Abby wearing her darkest purple blanket over her head like a cloak.

"I don't remember Snow wearing anything that dark."

"I'm not going to be Snow, you are." Abby told you and hurried to take the apple from you, "I got to be the princess the last two times. It's your turn."

You hadn't realized you were taking turns but okay.

"Where is your crown?" Abby squinted at you and made a face, "Mikeee! (Y/n) needs her crownnn!"

"Where is it?" He hollered from the other room.

"I left it on the counter!" You rose your voice, trying not to laugh. What has your life become? You felt like a Mom or something. And hey, you kind of liked it. Even though this wasn't your blood family or anything, you'd gotten real close with Mike and Abby. You just felt so comfortable with them.

Mike came back and briefly held up the crown, "Alright, where's the princess?"

Your face reddened and you sheepishly held up your hand, "Here."

He nodded and strolled over, briefly standing on his tip-toes to set it dramatically over your head, earning giggles from his sister. But just before he went to leave, Abby grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Don't go yet, I want you to watch!"

"Watch?" You echoed and your heart dropped to your stomach. Yeah, you were doing this for the kid, but you felt so shy playing pretend in front of Mike.

"Oh, alright, I'd be happy to watch." To your horror, Mike plopped down into the chair by Abby's desk and folded his arms. A big smile on his face.

Your eye twitched at the cocky little gesture. Oh, he was loving this, wasn't he? You didn't know if that was better or worse. But you tried to put it out of your mind when Abby got into character. She came up in her makeshift cloak,

"The evil witch approaches and knocks on Snow White's door..." Abby narrated before knocking on one of the blankets, pretending there was a thudding sound.

You stepped inside the fort then immediately poked your head out, forcing your gaze on Abby instead of Mike's amused face in the corner, "Hello?"

"Hello, young lady..." Abby ironically croaked, despite being many years younger than you, "I am giving out free apples. Would you like one?"

You heard muffled laughter again. Well, you weren't going to let him get to you. If he was going to pay you someday, you were going to earn every penny. He wanted a performance? Alright, here we go.

"Oh, how lovely! Of course!" You reached for it and held it to your mouth before taking a big bite.

"Muahaha! My plan is all coming together!" Abby rubbed her hands together and burst into a fit of mischievous giggles—that sounded a little too convincing for half a second.

"Oh no! I feel strange!" You held a hand to your head then spun around before making a dramatic 'fall' back onto the floor, bending your knees at the right second so the impact wouldn't be so bad. Besides, there were so many scattered pillows around, it wasn't harsh at all.

"Oh, bravo! Great job." Mike chuckled and clapped before starting to get up from his seat.

"Hey! The story isn't over!" Abby pointed a finger at him, "This part is important! I need your help!"

"Wait, what?"

"Snow White needs a handsome prince to wake her up." Abby explained and took off the cloak. She reached to the side for the crown she had made for herself, and handed it to Mike, "Your turn."

You had been pretending to be asleep but now your eyes were wide open. You started to sit up, "Oh, Abby, that's not necessary--"

Ohh it suddenly wasn’t so funny anymore. Was it, Mike? “Yeah, I'm really not an actor. You guys have fun, I'll just prepare dinner..."

But Abby wasn’t having it. She pointed to you first, “No! You! Lay back down! And you! Prince!”

Mike blinked down at his sister, but…apparently he didn’t have the strength to turn her down. He sighed and put the crown on his head. You honestly couldn’t believe it.

You slowly lowered back to the ground and closed your eyes. Not like you weren’t kind of hoping for a kiss from Mike one of these days, but you couldn’t say this is the way you expected to have your first one.

It certainly wasn’t the way Mike planned it, either. He had expected he’d finally get up the courage to ask you on a date. After he’d gotten around to paying you and proved he was in a better situation. But as soon as Abby found out of his crush on you, she had to push this to go a little quicker. He just had to hope he didn’t die of embarrassment in the process.

Abby took off her cloak and let out a gasp, “Oh no! My friend, Snow White is hurt! Help! Help! Prince Charming, come help!”

Mike sighed and walked over, “What’s wrong?”

“The princess has been poisoned! She needs true love’s kiss to wake her up!” Abby held her hands together and looked up at him with expectation.

“Abby, you really don’t expect me to—“ But the look she gave him told him she was serious. Was this really happening? Why didn’t he have the courage to tell her no?

He got down on his knees and looked over your features. He couldn’t tell but you were just as panicked about this. Your heart was pounding like crazy. What was he going to do? Maybe he’d kiss your forehead or your cheek. Something light just to say he did it. But no. When Mike lowered himself near to you, you were surprised by the touch of his lips. The soft scratch of his stubble. His breath was warm on your skin and made your heart flutter. This wasn’t the way you both had planned it, but it was a beautiful first kiss together.

Of course you both didn’t go crazy, Abby was right there, but it was a lingering kiss. Soft and sweet. Mike was surprisingly gentle. But just before you both could get used to it…

“Yay! The princess is saved!” Abby threw up her hands and giggled.

You both broke apart and nervously chuckled at the same time. You decided to speak first before it got awkward.

“Thank you so much for saving me!”

“Of course.” Mike dutifully bowed his head like a prince would, briefly licking his lips.

“Now the prince carries Snow White off into happily ever after!” Abby beamed.

“Heh, alright. Right this way, princess.” Mike gently scooped you up into his arms and rose to his feet with no issue. Wow, he was strong…

“Off to happily ever after?” You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Off to the spaghetti and meatballs I’m making for dinner.” He replied.

You held a hand to your chest and laughed heartily, “Oh, my hero!”

The end.

[court-jobi]

Let's Heal Each Other

((banner by me! I don't own Horikoshi's work OR the mindblowing art of @gsony24))

Pairing: Midoriya x reader (fem!reader is a semi-retired pro hero)

Words: 3.6K

Rating: T+ (18+ near the end for some spicy themes)

Warnings: talk about scars, past traumas, FEELINGS, body image issues, hurt/comfort, body worship, kissing, use of petnames

Summary:

You play a game only you keep tallies of: lay hordes of kisses onto your boyfriend until he breaks and gives into your sweet affections. It works-- making him reconsider keeping the majority of his skin (and insecurities) hidden from you, until he believes wholeheartedly that your love for him goes beyond scar tissue and that he literally never wants you to feel an ounce of self-hatred anymore, either. "I don't think I like this uno-reverse treatment. Aren't you supposed to be the flustered one, green eyes?" "You want me to stop?" "..no." "Then respectfully, hush your mouth, honey."

A/N: a love letter to sweet, sweet teacher!deku… I've lowkey always wanted to write for him~ horrified I'm not caught up on the manga/anime as I write this, but I had to dabble! Back into my MHA era I go~

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What began as you looking through his journals and hearing each and every one of your sweetheart’s passions from over his shoulder turned into a game of placing whisper-soft kisses on his cheeks. It was a private game that only you kept tallies of. 

Rules are… anytime he opens his mouth, the timer starts: how long can you hold out before forcing him to stop and take a breath after a quick pebbling of affection? Seeing him sigh at the first touch only encouraged you to do it more. He’d allow a few little pecks here, a few more there, or -like tonight- he’d suffer every one of your little presses until his patience broke, and he had no choice but to give you a kiss back.  It wasn’t that you didn’t want to hear the content of what he shared– he was your own personal podcast, after all… but sometimes the fight to resist kissing him silly just turned tail and was nowhere to be found.

One long kiss turned into two and under the trae lit ceiling of his study, a bit of a makeout session grew as your lovely Izuku Midoriya relaxed into your affections, his hands roaming to your back to pull you comfortably over into his lap from your spot on the couch. He hugged you close and placed plenty of pecks along your cheek and jaw until you ultimately pressed him back into place– all so you could straddle him and face him properly. This move finally made him flounder and start to lose his vocabulary- even at the ripe ‘ole age of twenty-eight. 

You had to giggle a little and tease him for it; you’d expect a boy half his age to sport such a reaction, not a faculty member at UA highschool.

 "This is ok? I just wanted to see that cute face of yours-" you leaned back to give him enough space if he needed, letting your hands trail along his arms, down to his hands.

Izuku, or ‘Deku’ as his friends and the Hero World still called him, grasped yours and fought his wavering voice  to recover.

"N-no no! uh, it’s ok- yeah, it's fine!” want and desire brought out Izuku’s voice flip, “I just uhhh-heh~ haven’t had you sit this close up, like this before. I‘m... like it a lot."

You brushed your thumbs along his hands and linked his dominant's hand’s fingers with yours– noticing the pull of some scarring there for perhaps the first time. 

Izuku swallowed and tensed, pulling back to simply squeeze your hand briefly before letting go. Turning his wrist to turn down his cuff sleeve clenched that fist  so tightly,  the scars turned white.

"U-um.. yeah, I know it's pretty rough to look at. I hurt myself a lot my first year at UA- as a student, I mean. It's kind of embarrassing..." Izuku laughed it off, massaging his hand palm side up so you didn’t have to see.

"Embarrassing? Why?" You brushed his hair back on one side soothingly. 

Izuku met your eyes, finding nothing but genuine interest. Any effort to keep him talking would reward him in the end– only now you feared this was not a game anymore, but rather a necessary act of reassurance. He shook off any initial nerves with a quick tease back,

“... You’re just–  trying to get me to lay off the stats, aren’t you.”

“Course not,” you defended, “but it seems like if I touched a nerve, it must be important and I don’t wanna gloss over that either. So, I wanna know all about that, too.”

Izuku quirked his lip and carried on, "If you insist. I guess the short of it is, I didn’t know my limits when I enrolled, and I damaged myself beyond repair while training with ‘One for All’. The tightness is a lot better now! But I overdid it... and I'll always have these scars as a reminder- they're… still there."

Care for his younger self flooded you. It’s clear Izuku still had plenty of regrets surrounding his former hero days, at least in how he went about discussing it. Were he still active as a hero, he might view battle scars differently - just signs of the lifestyle. Now on him, they must be more painful reminders  instead.

"May I see?"

Once again, the man looked up in surprise to see your little half smile and steeled himself– not having the heart to say no to you when you were being sweet. You were his girl after all. 

So, Izuku shimmied himself out of his sportek hoodie, and you scooted off his lap to give him room. You always noted he wore a black underarmor shirt, no matter the weather, and now realized why. 

Biting the inner of his cheek, Izuku kept his sights up and over your shoulder as he rolled each sleeve off, wrenching it between his hands. Jagged scars ran all the way up his dominant arm to a big patch behind his tricep. His shoulder remained largely untouched save for a dangerous slice following where the underarm curved upwards. Without the pop of a shirt collar or the bunching of a hoodie, you now fully saw the stiff scar that trailed up his neck and matched in color to the one gracing his face.

For all the years that had passed since those days which he’s fully told you were a time of intensive training and exercise, you were surprised to learn that he’s kept up a workout discipline. His body was scarred, yes, but still incredibly strong. He’s clearly prioritized keeping himself in shape, if for no other reason than to maintain  flexibility and range of motion. 

The whole moment fell quiet, but extremely intimate– even as he left his  base tank top on. You ran your fingers up his now bare arm and hummed gently.

"Well..." you leaned demurely towards the back of the couch, admiring the freckles that stood out between the changed pigments, "for what it's worth, I think they read ‘I lived’ rather than ‘I failed’. And I don’t think they’re ugly." You kissed a broad line on his bicep and met his eyes. " ‘Scars are tattoos with better stories’, right? Yours even have ‘sparkles’." 

Though touched enough to give a sweet little hum back, his expression held tears right at the surface. He looked at your arm in comparison and let out a little sigh, his own fingers caressing the soft skin there. Didn’t take anyone with a psychic quirk to tell what he was thinking. 

"Here–”

You sat up and turned around, starting to lift the back of your own shirt, and you heard his squeak of surprise–

"UhhhHWHATareyoudoing!!" Izuku reared back as if his scandalized mother would enter the room at any moment. 

"Relax, tiger,” you fitted a look over your shoulder and teased. Holding the shirt in place over your shoulders, you activated your kinetic quirk and doing so illuminated some rigid scarring across your lower back- what looked like whip marks as you'd seen from the surgery notes.

Gemlike light shone through even your underclothes, up your back, then on a diagonal across your neck. These were your own battle scars from over the years. You pointed with your thumb starting at the low spine, 

"These were from when I was first captured in Panama. Up here, when I tried to escape." Then you twisted to the side a bit where a big gash shone brilliantly to just under your left breast, "this, I got when I tried to make a quick rescue during my first internship in the States. I had a little boy in my right hand and couldn't drop him, so I took a hit on the other side." You shared these stories softly and he studied each with complete care.

 Izuku reached a bit with his good hand, but stayed his motion when he hovered an inch away. 

You encouraged, with ultimate trust, "You can touch it." 

Despite your kind chirp, his eyes checked over you briefly and simply brushed you with the back of two fingers at first. He let out a shaky breath at the sight that greeted him– the light danced around his fingers, interacting with his presence like ethereal steam rising around the contours. There were so many moments watching you in combat with these sorts of emissions that he remembered blackwhip- one of the more practical gifts ‘One for All’ had offered him, though equally dangerous and hard to control.

You had your own ‘blackwhip’ and it gifted you similar lessons learned- he wasn’t the only one. 

"See? It's not so bad," you resolved any concern Izuku had shown so far. He sought your eyes again, catching sight of the side of your other cheek which was also glowing a bit. "-- at least we match in the face shot department~" 

With a scoot, you slid back to face him again; he noted the scar across the temple of your hair trickling down to the top of your cheek bone. The way the light shone mimicked a tear’s tread down a fogged windowpane.

Ultimate care brought Izuku to reach up -to stop it’s run somehow- and touched the skin with a gentleness you came to love about him. Anticipating his concern, you mumbled something about it only really hurting when you have a glare headache after too much screentime, reminiscing on the throbbing sensation.

"Huh..." Why couldn't he see them before? Why would your quirk hold onto pain this way?

"They only show up when I'm actively using my power to its fullest, and these are usually covered by clothes or face shield when I'm driving." You tuned into his thoughts perfectly. "But… I know they’re there, even if I’m completely covered up. I see ‘em in the back of my mind anytime I’m in front of a mirror." 

As you deactivate your illumination and your skin settled back to normal, you righted your sweater down to your waist so it didn’t catch in the sofa cushions. If you were bothered at all, you barely showed it through your shrug.

"Everyone carries scars- not every single one can be seen, but we all have them. If not physical, emotional then." Running your manicured hand along the edge of his jaw made him lean into the touch, not unlike a puppy. "Please dont think less of yourself because of this... you're too wonderful to even think so poorly. If nothing else, it's proof of how great a hero you are." 

He was one, after all, according to the annals of the Pro Hero Japan Registrar… but Izuku  hardly felt like one anymore. It was an old pain in several ways past the tangible. Because ultimately, he had his chance of being an active pro hero– which was now fully over the minute he expelled the last of his power and ended the cycle for good. 

Help of friends, mentors, and loads of therapy have helped him cope with the memories and pressures of his time in school– all to bring him to a better, more healthy mindset in terms of his place in the world. Putting in the mental work was his largest success, to his credit. In many ways, his life was even more fulfilling now; Izuku fully recognized that and expressed gratitude vocally. Teaching gave him both an outlet and a purpose that he shined in. Still, a selfish twinge of him still hurt knowing how it all panned out- how different his life ended up from what he’d dreamed. 

‘What a great hero I am’…What kind of hero am I?’ his eyes grieved with distance behind them,  ‘Now that I'm no more than a living legend like All Might? He at least got to have a full career.’

Behind a tight lipped smile, Izuku wanted everything in him to sink into your loving sentiments as they often consoled him like none other; but now he found his delight dropping against his will. And how could he fight your praise when you looked at him so earnestly? Like you believed it? It seemed this sentiment upset him. Izuku never once doubted your sweetness so visibly, until now. 

It seemed dating you brought some old feelings to the surface– try as he might to ignore them.

As if sensing the turn of his thoughts inward, you read the tiniest of changes in his posture and pressed on, pulling your legs up to stretch over his lap. Unphased, Izuku dropped the hoodie to the floor and absently caressed your calves.

“You do know you’re still a hero, right?”

Izuku cocked his head, not understanding.

“You were one before any of that madness. They show it all the time at the schools, y’know,” you shared with a good deal of pride, “The sludge monster that had your friend– that was Deku’s first mission. Bet you didn’t know it then, anymore than you do now: even while you’re teaching the next generation of heroes. Your words, your mind, and your heart– you’re still very much a hero… by all three you carry with you.”

And just like that, Izuku truly didn’t think he could melt into the floor like Mirio– until that very moment. It was that pinnacle point that Allmight identified it, too. The instinct that turned the rest of his life upside down. 

Betrayed by his disciplined nerves, his weepy heartstrings eeked out a catch in his voice, 

"How is it you always know just what to say?..."

Your brilliant smile pressed your cheeks into the most charming lift, knowing him all too well and being proud of it:

"I feel like you do, more than you think. I've gotten really good at masking my own issues, so I get it.”

In a split second, Izuku channeled all  self-pitying energy into full, protective alarm–

"IsSuEs?? About what?!–Yourself- how could you say that??"

You chuckled with a full heart, and gave him another doting kiss on the shoulder to try and deter him. 

"Well I'm not exactly a tiny girl anymore, hot stuff~ Mah thighs have been particularly blessed since I took a step back from active duty, and they’re at war with any skirt or pants I find." You palmed down your legs briefly, stretching and doing your best to be alluring, "You don’t seem to mind too much ‘bout my size though, so I don’t sweat it nowadays… You inspired me, actually.”

Light suspicion glared back at you, listening but friendly. “How so?”

You turned introspective yourself- but voiced your train of thought rather than shut it up behind pretty eyes and stunted vulnerability.

“Oh, that silly voice in my head shouts just as loudly as anyone else, so I’m plenty guilty of keeping myself down. She doesn’t serve me though, and that’s taken some reframing to get over… I started focusing on making you feel better, when I met you. Share something outside of myself. That makes me happy. Helps keep things in perspective and not stay hung up hard on myself either.”

Before you could read into how tenderly your Izuku was listening to you, you bombarded him with a bite of your trademark humor..

“I mean, let’s be honest– you’ve done the impossible work of convincing me to finish an entire Stanley before lunch, all in the name of hydration! That’s true love right there…”

You reclined back fully now- an extension of your true level of comfort with him. Watching you ease your way down, Izuku would have been flustered at any other time, but now? All he did was fawn after you like you hung the stars yourself.

“You deserve some happiness, baby,” you reminded him. “If I can play any part in that, give you even a fraction of what you’ve given me? I’m honored for the chance.  Not for everything you've done– but everything you are. To me."

Seeing Izuku’s newfound appreciation and sentimental smile, you feared he would slide right off the sofa and take you with him– until a newly confident smirk took its place.

A flit of his gaze down your body proved he’d decided otherwise: you were gonna pay for the  emotional roller coaster this night has turned into.

Picking up one of your bent legs and chucking it off the couch, Izuku stole you from your comfy position outright: he scooped you up, then plopped you down again with the immense strength he did in fact still carry– all to snuggle up by pinning you where he liked. The surprise had its desired effect, as you giggled at your hero snatching you– squeezing him in a tight, full body hug.

"If you're going to let me not worry about my arms,” Izuku curtailed his laughing, “-then I'll see to it that you don't worry about these–”

He muffled a kiss to your thigh after scooting backwards- one kiss each, then settled his chin on your tummy. 

"You’re really beautiful,” Izuku marvelled, “I’ve always thought that. Inside and out." 

You stuttered a bit and leaned up on your elbows. Your earlier bravery was slipping now that the roles were reversed. 

Next, he set a loving course of affections there on your stomach too, and scattered more smooches across your midsection, regardless of the barrier your sweater kept between. The hand not supporting his weight caressed your side and even dipped underneath the hem a little.

"Izuku...." you sighed a bit, running through his hair again. There he goes, making you thoroughly embarrassed.

“You should take your own advice, sweet girl,” he shared wisely, “-- treat ourselves as nicely as we treat others– and I don’t mean about keeping you hydrated, silly.”

You snorted back. No argument there– but you hear him out all the same.

“You’re right about that, y’know,” his sights adored you inch by inch as he spoke. “I can wish and wonder how things might have been n’let that keep me down… or, I can be proud of what I’m making now… the future I get to live and see… with the loveliest woman on Earth.”

These comments would be the death of you. Death by Deku.

You chuffed at the change, “Well, geez what happened to my blushing bride?  A little pep talk all you needed?”

“Mmmyup. Your turn, now.”

“I dunno if I like this uno-reverse,” you teased his scalp– “it’s definitely.. different.”

Izuku mouths a minute at your wrist, puppy eyes locked on yours, “You wan’ me to stop?”

“...No.”

“Then respectfully, hush your mouth, honey.”

Littering compliments on you caused Izuku to kiss you a bit slower, crawling up your body, pressing tiny kisses up your middle, skipping your chest (politely) and going for the open space from your off shoulder top to take a taste of you on your collarbone. He hummed on contact with skin, brushing some of your flyaways up and away.  He muttered between kisses. 

‘You smell good… well, of course, you always smell good, always feel s’soft…’

Sighs and spoken praise passed the man’s lips as chose a new spot on your shoulder to adore, claiming you as soft and warm in the tenderest of ways, humming distractedly along every spot he deemed worthy of worship.

Without your noticing, those very strong, steady, scarred hands guided your chin– leading your head away so he'd have room by your neck. This was a great tactic to hide your dizzying aversion, so you’d be damned to stop him now.

Completely unfair. Wasn’t it his job to be constantly embarrassed?!

Taking your pitiful moans as a hint for a breather, Izuku pulled back to savor how cute your face contorted in shyness.

Your darling Izuku leaned down to your ear while you hugged him closer than ever now. The hot anticipation in your belly let its tight grip loose to something relieving to your senses; a refreshing blanket of comfort, rather than white-hot lust and drive. He nuzzled you as he spoke, whispering such caring words,

 "You hold onto me, love, and I'll hold onto you. Let's help heal each other."

You hummed in agreement and gasped a little at feeling warm lips meeting your neck for the first time. The sound that left you, involuntary as it was, did nothing but give him the confirmation he wanted. 

Izuku’s kisses fell gently and sweet from that moment forward, tongue lapping after some sucked areas to ease any harshness on his way to your waiting mouth. He seemed to be lost in his actions, moaning little utterances of your name as he went. You called  for him too in your lovestruck haze, rubbing his shoulders and holding him in place lightly by the hair once he graced your lips at long last. 

His hands trailed all over your sides and with your encouragement finally reaching his ears, he grasped at your waist a little firmer. Strength and assurance on full display, he turned the both of you over so you laid in his arms fully, and he met your lips with newfound passion.

Pausing to catch a breath, you both looked at each other with such respect and understanding and  damn near reverence that you couldn't keep a smile in. He could have sworn you were sunlight. Warmth you'd never felt before bloomed inside.

Not that you’d ever be the one to make him stop once he’s on a roll, but you caught sight of the abandoned notebook on the ground beside you. Still open, long forgotten.

“What happened to quizzing me on Present Mic’s sound wave frequencies per mile~” you mouthed to him, breathless. 

Izuku simply held you tighter, onto his brightest sunflower. “Nah, maybe later. ‘Wanna play your game first.”

[zepskies]

I couldn't find if you're taking requests or not at the moment— so I'm sorry if you aren't!!! But I've been YEARNING for how Dean would react if you just blurted out, "Do you love me?" One day (after dating for a year or so)... ty! 💕

Hey, hun! What a lovely little prompt. (My requests are currently closed, but you made the cut-off lol.)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 650 Tags/Warnings: Fluff. That is all.

Imagine: You ask Dean for the truth.

It was a rough hunt. Shapeshifters were not your favorite, and chasing one through a city sewer left you with plenty of bumps and bruises and shallow cuts (along with a couple that weren’t so shallow).

Back at the bunker, Dean tended to them now with calloused hands that were still somehow gentle. You sat across from him in his room—the room you shared with him, sitting on the edge of the bed you’d also shared with him for almost a year.

You watched him work methodically, with his brows knit together and eyes narrowed in concentration. His mouth was set in a plush line. You wanted to kiss the serious out of him.

But you also had to wonder.

For how gentle he was with you, how tender he could be with his affections, how seriously he seemed to take the role of your protector, your confidante, and so much more…

“Dean,” you said. Your voice was quiet, but he heard you loud and clear in the near silent room.

His gaze flicked up to yours. He was in the middle of stitching the smallest cut on your side. The deeper ones were over with, but you were still helping him by keeping your shirt lifted up.

“Hm?” he responded.

You bit your lip. You couldn’t help it. Your words came from the deepest place inside yourself.

“Do you love me?” you blurted.

In all this time, he’d never said it.

Dean seemed to realize that when he blinked wider eyes at you. His hands that either rested against your side or held the needle and thread stilled.

Then he cleared his throat, his head tilting slightly. His mouth and jaw worked, and his brows furrowed.

“Uh…” he said eloquently.

You bit your lip again as your heart started to sink. You looked away.

“It’s okay…sorry, you don’t have to…” you tried to say.

You didn’t see it, but Dean’s eyes softened. If his hands weren’t full, he’d be carding a hand through his hair.

Briefly he closed his eyes, letting out a subtle breath.

“Sweetheart,” he said. When you still didn’t want to look at him, he prodded you again, tapping your side where he held you. “Hey.”

Your eyes traveled back up to his. He cleared his throat again.

But he leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead.

“Yeah. ‘Course, I do,” he said. His voice was deep and rumbling. It washed over you, made you brighten.

“Then…do you mind saying it right?” you asked. A more mischievous smile greeted him.

Despite his mild discomfort, he had to smile back, with an amused shake of his head. He gestured to his half-done stitch.

“Can this wait? I’m a little busy here,” he said.

You shook your head. Your free hand touched his cheek, letting your thumb caress across prickly stubble.

“No, it really can’t,” you said, with “apologetic” eyes.

Dean blew out another breath. He rubbed your thigh over your jeans and squeezed in affection. His eyes met yours.

“I uh... I love you,” he said.

Part of him wavered inside with nervous energy. Not because he was afraid of what you might not say, but because those words were a risk for him. In more ways than one.

You took his hand from your thigh, moving past his blood-stained fingertips to press a kiss into his palm.

“Good. Because I do too,” you replied.

Dean’s lips edged into a smirk, even with the warmth in his eyes.

“Now who’s not sayin’ it right?”

You laughed a little and nodded. You leaned in towards him, but you stopped just shy of his smiling lips.

“I love you, Dean.”

AN: 🥹 Let me know if you liked this one! Short and sweet. ❤️

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He Want Kiss

rating: G | cw: none | wc: 630 | tags: post s4, getting together, first kiss, Steve is down bad | prompt: Love is when you look at his lips for half the conversation because you can’t stop thinking about kissing him

written for @steddielovemonth

Steve is obsessed with Eddie’s lips. 

Like completely to the point that he might actually start going to therapy. 

But Steve is just a simple man. He sees a pair of well-rounded lips that can make a perfect smile with dimples and he’s a goner. For example, look at Eddie. They’re so plump looking that Steve cannot believe it’s legal. And the way they move whenever Eddie speaks-

“-ink I should go for this one?”

Steve snaps his gaze up, barely surviving from the combination of head whiplash and the pointed attack of Eddie’s eyes, Jesus Christ, look at them Bambi eyes.

“Oh yeah, man.” How Steve manages not to stutter is both a mystery and a blessing. 

“Yeah?” Eddie looks at him, his expression mixed with expectation and nervousness.

“Yeah.” Steve repeats confidently. He’s already forgetting what exactly they were talking about but he knows it has to do with Eddie trying to get a job, hence why he called Steve over to help him out with the few applications that believe in Eddie’s innocence. “Like, yeah, go for that.” 

Christ, he might as well bash his head again. Steve really doesn’t want to come off as a douche again, but it’s not his fault that Eddie’s lips are just right there. They’re just begging to be kissed.

Thankfully, Eddie seems pleased by his answer. He smiles, dimples and all - oh lord please have mercy on Steve’s soul because he cannot handle the adorableness any longer - as he says, “Well, if Steve Harrington says so, then I will do it.” Then Eddie starts biting his lip, glancing down at the resume they’ve polished together. 

Steve digs his fingernails through the jeans over his thighs, but it’s not enough to bat away the growing temptation to reach forward and brush his fingers over Eddie so the other man wouldn’t abuse his lips anymore. The skin had already been cracked and bleeding in the past few months and it’s always so devastating to see Eddie hurt a part of himself like this.

Actually, now that he’s thinking about it, Steve should kiss him. 

Eddie is right there. While there will be lots of opportunities to have him at Steve’s side, there’ll never be another perfect chance like this. 

Steve leans forward a bit but stops himself. Has Eddie ever been kissed before? If he did, does he like the faint touch of lips brushing together? Like smashed together? Full-on make-out sessions that lead to something more passionate? 

Okay, Steve could work on the slow route. He’s done it before with his previous girlfriends. He could lean in at a snail’s pace so Eddie has enough time to register what’s happening and-

“Steve?”

Suddenly, Eddie’s face is much closer than Steve remembers. He feels a heat of breath against his lips. Then the rush of realization comes over Steve because he was about to kiss Eddie.

Yet despite this, Steve barely feels a sense of embarrassment. He stays in place, staring into Eddie’s wide eyes as they flicker over his face, lingering on Steve’s lips every few seconds. 

Finally, Eddie huffs out a nervous little laugh, “You, uh, listened to what I just said?”

“Hm-mm.” Steve shakes his head. He feels like he’s on cloud nine and whatever Eddie does next, he’s going to scream at the heavens anyway. 

Eddie’s lips form the briefest of smirks, but it’s gone in a blink. They part open slightly. 

Steve can’t hold it anymore. He closes the space between them and meets Eddie’s lips at last. It’s more rough and desperate than he plans it to be and tries to dial it back. But when Eddie kisses him with a similar force, Steve goes screw it and kisses back like it’s their last chance.

[priniya]

🎥 ACTRESS’ SAVIOUR

SYNOPSIS. when doctor reid finds himself enamoured with a certain actress with bright future ahead of her, she gets kidnapped and all he wants to do is save her by any cost.

going to your father’s bureau for the first time could’ve been considered an usual experience, something that could occur on a daily basis — a daughter, stopping by her parent’s workplace to possibly drop him off breakfast he left at home.

for you, on the other hand, it was a stressful occurrence. it was one of the first times at the BAU, where agent hotchner’s been working for years. the reason behind your rare visits there was relatively simple, you weren’t aware you even had a father until you turned sixteen and your mother has passed away. it was, when the social services found out that beside her, you had other living relatives, so… instead of an orphanage, you moved to quantico. building a relationship with a man, who already had a wife and a son, and no idea that his high school relationship has resulted in a kid, was rough. but here you were, six and a half year later, nervously standing inside the elevator, hoping that nothing would go wrong.

however, it had to go, you wouldn’t be yourself if everything went smoothly. as you looked into your phone to check a notification that popped up on the screen, you were met with a person — too quickly to realise that you were bound to bump into someone. the man in front of you was holding a half–empty cup of steaming coffee that other half spilled all over his brown sweater. a flush washed over you immediately, having taken a notice of what just happened.

“i am so sorry, sir.” your nervousness reached its peak the second your eyes laid on the man in front of you. he was tall, definitely taller than you, almost towering over you, glasses were resting on the bridge of his nose as he grimaced. from the plastic plate on his chest you read his name. spencer reid.

“well, uh. it’s alright.” he muttered, walking past you to change out of his stained piece of clothing, giving you all the reasons to overthink this situation, feeding your anxieties.

the confident attitude you tried to put on was now long gone as you made it through to your father’s office. it was a struggle, because you couldn’t remember how to get there, but when you did, your cheeks flushed even more upon seeing spencer, standing next to your dad, his stained shirt nowhere to be found. “excuse me, uh–” you started, announcing your presence, earning a few curious looks. “dad, you left the breakfast at home.”

“dad?” you heared a female voice whisper, and you swore your guts to know that she looked around the room for an answer, while, unfortunately for her, being left with nothing more than a shrug. the last name on the plastic clipped onto your shirt didn’t match with their boss’, which only confused them more.

hotch cleared his throat, giving you the tiniest smile as he took the brown bag from you. “y/n, these are special agents morgan, prentiss, rossi, garcia and doctor reid. you already know jj.” he said, confusing them even more. “this is my daughter, y/n.”

“hey, i know you from somewhere.” a woman spoke out, her colorful dress catching your attention immediately. “oh my gosh, hotch why didn’t you tell me that you’re daughter is playing on the russos life? i love that show!” her words brought heat to your cheeks.

the russos life was your first bigger gig that got you a little bit of recognition in show-busines and social media. at the beginning of your small acting career, you promised yourself that you’d not go to the television, because theatre was your thing. you can’t even recall the moment when your point of view changed, maybe it was after the call from your agent suggesting you that you should take the role, because the producers were already interested. or, most likely it was when you fell in love with a role you were proposed.

you stayed in the conference room (and in the building in general) for the next few minutes. after you had left, the sweet sound of your voice was still lingering in spencer’s mind that somehow went unnoticed by the team. he was sitting at his desk, frowning over something, when the clock hit three and the decision was quickly made in his mind — go grab a sandwich or you’ll go crazy. the funniest thing for people around him (if he ever let them know) might be that he couldn’t quite grasp the reason of his interest in you. reid found his thoughts trailing off to you as he hovered over the raports he was filling out that he almost wrote your name in there. he pushed the door of a nearby cafe open, intuitively scanning the place. his eyes were all over the place until he felt someone at his back.

“shit— sir, i’m sorry, i don’t know what’s happening with me to–” you began to rumble as the man you bumped into turned to face you. your face grew redder, the second you realized it’s the same person you’d bumped into already, which only made you feel more embarrassed.

oh.

“doctor reid, i’m really sorry.” you hoped your words came off as genuine, because they were. it almost seemed like you had some sort of scheme against him that you had to bump into him whenever he’s around. “at least i didn’t have a coffee on me, right?” an awkward smile crept on your lips, trying to ease the situation.

the corners of his mouth twitched slightly as spencer was taking in your beauty. the way your eyes flickered, the way lipgloss coated your lips, the way you had your hands behind your back or the way you tilted your head to get a better view of his face. the height gap between you and spencer wasn’t a lot, but it was definitely a little troubling. “thank god, i didn’t exactly have another spare shirt on me.” his repsonse made you chuckle quietly, feeling the embarrassment wash away with each word that left his mouth.

you don’t even know how much time had passed since you started your little conversation with doctor reid. even though you were the one rambling on and on, he has asked you a few times about your job, genuinely interested in what you do on set and what is your show about. he remembered the cheap looking show lila had played in, back when the bau had her case. you told him all about the plays you partook throughout the entirety of your school year and he dumped all the facts he knew about the plays on you.

you could see yourself getting fond of his presence around you, it felt eerily comforting, which for you was strange. until you moved to your dad’s place, you had rare contact with the opposite gender outside the plays, no real father figure, no closer relationship with a guy before, you had never felt so comfortable around a man, who you just met. so… it wasn’t really strange that you ended up exchanging numbers, what could be strange (for reid’s friends) was that he was the first one to call.

he kept calling, while you kept happily responding. it grew to be some sort of your thing, almost as if each of you were one another’s happy place. whenever he got frustrated with a case, he’d call you to take things off his mind, which always went smoothly. spencer was probably the biggest fan of your endless rambling about your classes or people you found annoying during the day.

the phone calls got more and more regular with each week passed, and when you didn’t call him to say good morning one day, his conscience was going absolutely crazy, his guts telling him something was off. nevertheless, his thoughts were pushed aside as his phone rung out with a call from jj, alerting on a new case.

“NYPD asked for our assistance in a possible serial killer case.” jareau explained as she handed the case files to the rest of the team. “over the course of last few days, four females were strangled before the unsub stabbed them multiple times.” she took a long sigh. “each of the girl was around the age of twenty to twenty three, studied in the state and majored in the arts fields, lived alone, but were socially active.”

a shiver ran down spencer’s spine as he heard jennifer’s words. the victimology were too familiar to you, making the unsettling feeling come back to him. pulling out his phone from the deep of his pocket, he managed to send you a quick text, asking to call him as soon as you see his message.

but you didn’t call him back. he was thinking about you all the time they were gathering more information, but there was some that shocked the team the most. the letters craved on each of the victims’ bodies. at first it seemed… like random letters, a code maybe.

“what if it’s an anagram?”

after that, spencer wrote the letters on the board, his throat tightening when the realisation hit him. the letters could be put in as your first and last name. “hotch, uh, i– can we talk, in private?” he muttered, before leavng the room the NYPD set up for them. his hands were shaking as he paced around the room, trying to find the right words to tell hotchner about his theory.

“y/n and i have been talking lately.” spencer started. “i–i got this strange feeling today, she often texted me in the mornings, almost every day in the past few days and–and she didn’t do that today.” he took a deep breath, flattering his brown shirt. “maybe i’m biased, but i think something bad happened to her, the anagram was– it was her name, hotch.” his words were falling out of his lips almost too fast for your dad to understand.

but aaron hotchner has always been the smartest guy out there, the meaning behind spencer’s words almost immediately got to him, because once again his child was in danger, he had a feeling, when he learnt the victimology, but when spencer said those words, his suspicions were confirmed. “reid. i need you to go to her apartment, i suppose you know the address?”

fifteen minutes later, young doctor was at the door of your apartment. it wasn’t exactly the first time he was there, but it didn’t matter now, not when you could be in danger with a serial killer, looking for you. “y/n?” he knocked on the door three times, when he got no answer, he did the morgan speciality, kicking the door open.

your entire flat was quiet, completely out of place. the last time he was there, around two weeks ago, it wasn’t as neat as it was right now. you had your scripts scattered around the coffee table, pillows disheveled on the couch, dishes laying around the counter, although now, everything was clean. almost too clean. then he found it, a small piece of paper underneath a cup that you made him coffee in.

you won’t keep us apart.

he recognised the fact that your handwriting was different, even though you liked keeping your place a little more messy, often calling it ‘artist’s mess’, your handwriting was neat and precise. you didn’t write this note.

“sir? you’ve gotta take a look at that.”

the last thing you remember was walking down the street, a phone in your hand about to send a quick message to reid that you’d call him as soon as you get to your flat. it was a habit of yours, texting the young doctor to give him a notice you’d call to ramble about your day. just the thought of talking to him had given you butterflies, a thought of hearing his voice after a long day at university and on set was enough to make your day better. you were about to send the message, when a guy bumped into you with so much force you barely kept yourself on ground. before you knew it, you felt an overwhelming rush of pain, passing out soon after.

your consciousness was regained, but the place wasn’t familiar. a small room with window covered with a black fabric that didn’t let any light inside. the walls had pictures stuck all over them. pictures of you, from at least four months back. each day when you were coming back from campus, there was a photo, of you at the library, at the club with your friends, going back from school, even one that captured how you giggled at one of spencer’s facts, when he visited you.

the level of anxiety peaked, when the person who locked you up came back, a bouquet of flowers in his hands, the one you loved so dearly, the one’s your mom had always put up in vases at your house, the one you got from your manager after wrapping up the season one of the russos life. “we’re sorry.” he spoke out, his voice hoarse, cracking here and there.

“but we’re finally together, y/n/n.” he whispered, getting closer to you with each word. “no one will be able to keep us apart. we’re together, for eternity.” his hand grapped your jaw to make you look at him, his lips barely inches apart.

you could feel the overwhelming pain washing over you again, realizing that he probably stabbed you back there on the street — with that realisation, it hurt even more.

his hands were rough on your skin, almost leaving a burnt mark on your cheeks. he caressed it, trying to maintain a gentle manner, causing you to tear up. “please, let me go.” you whispered, looking at him with teary eyes. “please.” his rough, yet gentle hand slapped you across the face, attitude changing immediately.

“no.” he groaned angrily, gripping your jaw even harder than the first time. “you’re not leaving. not when we’re finally together. eternity, sun. together for eternity.” his words almost burnt into your mind.

how long were you there? days, weeks, months maybe. you couldn’t know. the lack of sun, barely any food and water was driving you crazy, nevertheless, right when he left you alone, you realized something that came up to you as a moral of reid’s story he told you about a certain case with a man obsessed with a woman. you had to play into his fantasy, no matter how it hurt and how painful it was, it was necessary to gain his trust.

and you did, played right into his delusional fantasy of you until he trusted you enough to make a mistake. leaving the door unlocked. you left in such a hurry, you couldn’t breathe. the air was suffocating, it was dark, so dark you felt scared that someone would attack you again.

“oh my, miss, are you okay? you’re bleeding.” a lady called out to you, grabbing your shoulder in a soft manner, the presence of a female soothing your nerves a little.

“i– i need to make a phone call, please, could i use your phone?” before you knew it, you were dialing one of the numbers you memorised by heart.

“doctor spencer reid, can i help you with anything?” his monotonous voice rang out in the phone, causing you to sigh in relief. “sorry?” he added. you imagined him frowning, like when he tried to teach you how to play chess and you kept giggling at how frustrated he was getting, while you pretended to not know a thing about chess.

“spence.” another escaped left your lips. “i– i don’t know where i am. i know you’re in quantico, put please help me out, there’s a guy, who—” you started rambling, your vision getting blurry.

“y/n, i know.” he whispered. “we’re in new york, garcia’s tracking your location right now, please stay on the call with me.”

“spence,” you started, holding onto the woman next to you for stability. “i– he’s done something to me, i think– i think, i might pass out.” your tone was quieter with each words, almost stuttering as you felt your limbs weakening.

your world was crushing down on you, the nearby buildings suffocating you, not letting you breathe, the stab wounds overwhelming. the next thing you knew, you were in the hospital, machinery plugged into you, your eyelids heavy as you opened them.

“you’re awake.” a familiar voice filled your eardrums as you tried propping up on the bed, stopped by the ripping pain. “hey, hey. don’t move, you’re okay.” his hand was in his, holding you so gently and tenderly you wanted to cry. it wasn’t like their unsub’s, doctor reid was genuine, the way he held your hand was almost… symbolical.

you had four stab wouds on your stomach that the man wrapped into a foil to stop you from bleeding out, but it ripped when you ran away. your face was bruised, marks left by his hands visible on your upper neck and jaw.

“you’re okay.” he repeated his words almost as if spencer tried to reassure himself that nothing would happen to you anymore. definitely not on his watch. “i won’t let him do anything to you again, i promise.” he planted a tender kiss on your hand, squeezing it softly. none of you realized that the rest of spencer’s team, including your father, was standing in the doorway, observing the little moment between you and doctor reid.

the one thing that burst your bubble was derek’s laughter, after having told a joke that obviously involved you, spencer and the fact that he was the first one you called after getting out of the unsub’s place. “looks like pretty boy stole your daughter from you, hotch.” morgan’s elbow nudged your dad’s side.

aaron wasn’t dumb, and from the very beginning, he knew that there would be something going on between the two of you. hotch knew that from the way reid’s lingered on you, when you visited the bureau. how his eyes would always slip to his phone or how he had to get away from the office to make a phone call, lasting all through his lunch break, so when four days ago he told his boss about the suspicions, it all came together.

“i know it’s early, but you have to tell us if you remember everything from those days.” your dad’s tone was soft. if he wasn’t so good at this job, you’d think he tried to make you relive the moment again, but hotch has always been great and you knew it, he wanted to catch the person who did this to you.

“it was, uh.” the words coming out of your mouth was weak, which was no surprise for anyone, since you could barely have your head up to look at the concerned faces of people in your room. “a white guy, his late twenties maybe. i don't remember much beside his hands. i thought of it as something that maybe would let you catch him.”

“what about his hands, sweetheart?” morgan asked. he was standing next to prentiss and rossi, who noted all the important things you said. “did he lack any fingers? had only one hand?"

“no, no.” you shook your head. "spencer told me that, um, most of the sophisticated killers have smooth hands. his weren’t smooth at all. it was rough, like if he was working since he was a kid.” images were flashing through your mind at the speed of light. nevertheless, it didn't feel enough. “it looked like he was in the middle of psychotic break or was off meds, he kept using plural pronouns like if there was another person, but he was alone the whole time i was there.”

when the interview was done, jj stayed behind to talk to you a little. her facial expression revealing that she was interested in your friendship with the young doctor from her team. “so… spencer told you?” she lifted her eyebrows, sitting on the edge of your hospital bed.

“yeah…” your reply sounded a little sheepish. “i kind of ran into him twice, when i came to your office half a year ago, the first time i was too embarrassed to say anything other than ‘i’m so sorry, sir’, but the second time was on his break, i think and it kind of… went smoothly from there.” a blush spread over your cheeks, but jennifer didn’t comment on that.

“you’d look cute together.” her words made your brain go a little fuzzy. maybe she was right, but something in your gut told you that nothing would be happen between the two of you, spencer was the type of guy in love with his work, not a random girl he met on a random tuesday. although, his mind was an enigma, how could you be so sure of that?

“c’mon, jj.” you mumbled, looking away. “we’re friends, strictly platonic.”

the unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach was there, even after the unsub was caught two days after you were free to leave the hospital. it was only growing, when you were alone with a man you weren’t exactly close with. as bad as it made you feel, being around your dad’s co–workers was almost paralysing. morgan, rossi, the cops involved in your case, who tried talking to you about the entire thing, it was making your hands shake.

“spence?” you whispered, after having knocked on the door of his hotel room, a day before they left.

he opened the door immediately, almost as if his guts told him you were on the other side. he looked like you’d just woken him up. his hair all over the place, his gaze sleepy. a t–shirt loose on his body as he pulled you inside, closing the door behind you. “hey, sorry. i didn’t mean to wake you up, thought you’d be still up.” you couldn’t bring yourself to speak louder.

“i had a feeling you’d swing by.” his words made your cheek grow hotter, because to be honest… you were thinking about seeing him, laying down on the bed unable to sleep. “what’s on your mind?” he asked, bringing his hand to your chin, causing you to look at him.

“are all the profilers doing that?” you asked, mesmerised by the way his eyes roamed around your face, a small smirk appearing on his lips.

“subconsciously, yeah.” you chuckled. “don’t go off topic. something is bothering you, you know i see it.”

“i just… wanted to see you.” embarrassment rolled off your tongue, knowing that probably lots of women had already told him that. mostly, because morgan told you about the time, when prostitutes tried hitting on him during one of the cases — spencer had his charm, but you couldn’t be sure if he knew. “jesus, you can’t look at me like that, when you’re all that.”

“all that?” reid’s laughter rang in your ears as he made a step towards you, reducing the distance between you two.

“yeah? have you seen yourself before you opened the door? man, i had four stab wounds and—” you began to ramble, but his smirk and the look on his face make you stop, before another chuckle left his lips. “what?”

“nothing.”

“reid!” you groaned, punching him slightly in the arm as he still held your face, tilting it upwards.

seconds later, his mouth were on your, his lips moving against yours tenderly. his free hand squeezing your waist gently, pushing you even closer. it was the first time you felt any type of comfort in the past few days. you were completely speechless as the kiss broke off, looking at him with big eyes.

“i– you–.” you stuttered.

“it’s funny, you usually can’t stop rambling, but now you’re a stuttering mess.” he chuckled once again, his arms firm, yet gentle on your waist as he continued to tease you with a smirk that wouldn’t get off his face.

“i thought if i did something wrong, i’d not see you again.” he whispered, his nose brushed against yours. your breath hitched in your throat at the proximity. “it made me realise how many things i should’ve done before, how important you became to me, y/n. i can’t go on without a thought of you in my mind, you’re like a plague that i don’t– that i’d never get rid of.”

“i know this job is hectic and that i’m a mess most of the time, but you’re the only one that keeps me sane after what i see.” his lips brushed against yours again and you didn’t protest.

“so… you’re saying that you can’t stop thinking about me.” it was your turn to smirk at him, your heart tingling with a feeling unknown, yet so familiar that always appeared around him. “i can’t stop thinking about you, too, you know. i, uh, had this feeling that if i get out, you’d be there somewhere to keep me safe.”

“i am, and i always will, promise.”

“is it you asking me out right now?” a quiet giggle escaped your mouth, earning a hum in return. “only if you’re gonna say yes.”

[carlsdarling]

carl with fingering. it can be anything. any scenario. it’s all i can think about right now because LOOK AT HIS HANDS.

please and thank you 🙏🏼 keep on doing gods work 💗

Piano Player's Hands

Y/N gets really obsessed with Carl's hands... Bit more of a plot, than sex. Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw

Piano player's hands, that's what popped into your head when you first became aware of Carl Grimes' hands during a boring meeting at the Alexandria Community Center.

You were sitting around a large round table, and the topic was how to make the Alexandria neighborhood safer because Saviours often prowled around the area

Carl didn't say much - he never did - he just listened, both hands wrapped around a coffee cup. Once you started, you couldn't stop looking at his hands. They were big for such a slender boy, but graceful - with long, slender fingers and clearly visible knuckles. Really the hands of a piano player; only the chipped and somewhat dirty fingernails and the calluses, the rough skin and the small wounds didn't fit the picture, you mused. But Carl's hands were mostly busy working, killing walkers or cleaning weapons. There wasn't much time for hand and nail care.

"Y/N?" asked Maggie impatiently, and you noticed startled - apparently she hadn't addressed you for the first time.

"Um, what?" you asked dumbly, and Maggie rolled her eyes.

"I was wondering if you'd be willing to be assigned to regular patrols outside the wall?"

"Uh, yeah," you stammered, taking your eyes off Carl's hands with difficulty.

                                                           ***

In the following time you caught yourself again and again thinking about Carl in a juicy way. About him and his hands, especially his fingers. You imagined Carl pleasuring himself; how his long fingers closed around his hard shaft and moved up and down, squeezing lightly, how he rubbed his thumb over the wet tip, how he tossed his head back and forth on the pillow and moaned. Certainly Carl did it every day; at least that was true of most boys his age. You had never had much contact, but now your thoughts were constantly circling around Carl.

When you masturbated yourself, you now fantasized exclusively about Carl; you dreamed of him sliding those fingers into your pussy and stroking your clit. You feared that people would see what you were thinking, so you started avoiding Carl. Whenever you ran into him, you would turn bright red, turn around, and walk away in the other direction. One day you were supposed to stand guard on the wall with Carl, but that was completely impossible, you couldn't talk to him or look him in the eye - he would read your dirty mind, you were sure of it. So you sought out Rick and asked him to let you switch shifts with someone.

Rick frowned at the schedule where the guard duties were listed. It was clear he wasn't thrilled with your request. "Now I'm going to have to reschedule everything," he groused. "Why do you want to change shifts?"

"Um, I, I... well, I don't like getting up early," you lied.

"The shift starts at 10 AM," Rick wondered. "But well, I guess you can switch with Glenn; you'll be on at 6 PM," he stated, scribbling on the list. Neither Rick, nor you had noticed Carl standing next to the doorway to the living room.

After leaving Rick's house, you went to the stables, you wanted to look at a newborn foal. The foal was lying in the straw, sleeping, protected by its mother. "Cute, isn't it?" a voice sounded behind you.

The foal woke up and roused itself. You flinched. "Carl!" you exclaimed. "Are you stalking me?" you then accused him.

"To be honest, yes," he answered hesitantly. "I overheard that you didn't want to be on guard duty with me. Besides, you're avoiding me like I have the plague. Have I done something to you?" he asked, half hurt, half provocative.

You glanced past him to his left hand, with which he was petting the foal. "No," you murmured. The sight made you all tingly.

"Then what is it?" demanded Carl angrily.

"Well...I can't talk about it," you evaded, your face glowing. You tried to walk past Carl out of the stable, but he held you by the shoulder.

"Wait," he said, amused. "Are you...are you maybe crushing on me?" He grinned.

"I don't know," you squirmed, licking your lips. Carl was suddenly very close to you, his breath warmly brushing your neck, then all of a sudden his lips lay softly on yours. You let yourself go into the kiss, of course you did. When you stopped the kiss a moment later, you whispered, "I can't stop thinking about your fingers."

Carl raised an eyebrow - the one, visible one. "My fingers?"

"Yes, they...they're extraordinary, beautiful, and I'd like you to...um..."

Carl chuckled. "Now I understand," he said, throwing you a cocky smile before kissing you again, letting his right hand wander to the buttons of your jeans, undoing them and fumbling forward into your panties. You went to your knees whimpering as he stroked you between your legs, wetting his fingers. You sank to the floor together, and you impatiently pushed your pants and panties down to your knees to give Carl free access. "You're completely wet for me," he noted with fascination.

"Carl, finger me, please," you moaned breathlessly, raising your hips with a yelp as Carl obeyed, sliding his index and middle finger into your willing pussy and gently moving them back and forth with a smooth rhythm. "Oh, Carl, yes, please," you moaned, totally wanting and at his mercy. Your muscles clenched around his fingers, craving more and more of him. He bent down and kissed you passionately as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. You clung to Carl's shoulders as he pushed you over the edge and the world exploded around you in stars and rainbow colors. "Carl!!!" you panted, clawing at him. One of the horses shied away at your outcry.

Breathing heavily, you relaxed as Carl slowly pulled his fingers out of you. They were all slippery from your juices. Your heart raced. Carl pressed himself against you longingly. "You could do something for me now," he pleaded, and you could see the bulge in his jeans. He rubbed over it meaningfully.

"Jerk yourself off," you suggested. "I want to see that."

Carl grinned suggestively. "Someday, maybe, but right now I want you to jerk me off. It's only fair, don't you think?" he pouted.

He wasn't wrong, though. "All right," you agreed. You still had a little time before you had to show up for your work at the doctor's office. Eagerly, Carl opened his belt and his jeans and pulled out his fully erected dick, and you noted that it was really big and just as pretty as Carl's hands, and inhaled sharply. However, it turned out that Carl was so aroused from your previous activities that he cum all over your hand just as soon as you touched him.

"Oh," he commented lamely. "Sorry, baby."

You had to snicker. "I think we should do this more often."

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Tags: @loveforcarl @tessasweet @knochentrocken0808 @taylormarieee

[strayflowersstarsandlove]

I don't mind (leeminho)

It wasn't the first time you and Minho had gotten a little carried away while making out. A quick peck on the lips while watching a movie on the couch had suddenly turned into a full on make out session that had the two of you scrambling upstairs, limbs intertwined and messy hair and and hands all over the place and really ... who could blame you?

You two had officially started dating only fairly recently but the more time you spent with him the more you wanted him all to yourself. Especially on some of his days off when the both of you felt way too lazy and too cozy to leave the house and would just hang out in your comfy sweats and drink tea while watching random shit on Netflix.

The thing is: even at his most relaxed and cozy, bare faced and untamed hair, your boyfriend looked exceptionally good. It was almost like his chill, quiet aura and casual look made him even more attractive in your eyes, like he was just there, existing in hot.

This time around there was something just so irresistible about his dark, fluffy and slightly messy hair and tired eyes and the way he had been repeatedly stroking your arm and the outline of your hip while you were staring at the screen, that it had all just made you want him so bad.

So there you were, straddling his lap as he sits on the edge of his bed, hands now firmly grabbing your bum, now moving your tangled hair away from your face as he hungrily kissed you and you tipped your head back is if to give him easier access and control, feeling your insides getting progressively warmer and tinglier with each and every of his moves.

You roll your hips gently, eliciting a low rumble in his throat as he reluctantly stops kissing you, wild eyes and short breath fanning your face as he slips his fingers past the hem of your shirt and starts to roll the fabric upwards, signaling his intention in taking it off of you. And that's when you freeze on the spot.

Your heart dropping to the base of your stomach, the very same arms you had wrapped around his neck now falling limp at your sides, your face turning into a frown.

"Whats wrong?", Minho asks, his hands stopping just short of your bellybutton, releasing your shirt that falls back down your sides with the motion. "I - I uh..." your breath catches in your throat a little and you stumble on your words, unable to meet his soft but intent gaze that searches your face for answers, "I - ugh", you sigh loudly and roll your eyes with frustration at your own self, "I have really ugly scars on my chest", you confess, mentally preparing for the same old speech you rehearsed so many times over in your head cause you knew the moment would eventually come.

For as much as you could always tell when he was feeling a little horny by the way he would smirk at you and tease you nonstop, Minho had never pressured you into anything, he really just initiated things and then was always trying to read your face and see how you'd react to his touch.

The more you seemed comfortable, eager even, to have him merely giving you that sort of attention, the more confident he grew and tried to test how far along you'd go. And truly, if it wasn't for how insecure your scars made you, you would have given him full permission to see you half naked ages ago.

Minho blinks at you, tilting his head to the side, slightly opening his mouth in that cute v shape as he looks at you confusedly, "I had a boob job okay? Back when I was 17. It was actually a breast reduction cause I had almost double d's and they were very uncomfortable and were causing me back problems and frequent chest pain and my rib cage was suffering and-" you stop rambling, catching your breath for a bit, still looking down at your lap as you further confess your troubles after a brief second.

"I don't regret it one bit. The best decision I made so far, really. But even though it's been years the scars never properly faded. The one on the left side is still a bit raised and rough to the touch and it's just... It's just - they look so bad".

The room falls quiet for what feels like an eternity when you know it's probably a few seconds, but at least now that you said it all you feel a little lighter, a little more confident as you slowly lift your eyes up to Minho who's still looking at you. "I don't care" he deadpans, his tone not even harsh just very... Indifferent? "I literally do not care, at all. I have a scar too, actually".

You barely have any time to register what's happening before he takes off his own shirt, revealing his toned chest, his pectorals prominent and his visible but softer upper abs which do show a darker patch of skin at the edges of a scar, "had to have surgery when I was a kid. I hate it. I don't want to talk about it. Never fully faded and never will but... It is what it is", he shrugs, his eyes quickly returning to your bewildered ones as you scan his beautiful chest.

"I think you look great", you breathe out, a genuinely fond smile creeping up your lips. You almost cannot believe he just exposed himself like that, only to make you feel better about your own scars.

Minho smiles back at you and sucks on his teeth, "thank you", his arms circle your waist and his hands rest on your lower back, bringing you a little closer to him, "you don't need to do this, though. You can take off your shirt or you can keep it on, either way I don't mind. I felt your tits before, I know they're great anyway".

[sanjisblackasswife]

Aftercare with Luffy (Post Aphrodisiac Sex) (FLUFF)

Sanji Aftercare

Zoro Aftercare

WC: 1.7k

This is a continuation of THIS FIC please read this first before continuing here !:)

CW: Learning about Aftercare, Luffy Learns How to be a Better Boyfriend, Kisses, Soft!Luffy

Enjoy!

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It has been about an hour and a half since the effects of the aphrodisiac wore off of Luffy. He managed to actually fuck you until you both passed out leaving a sweaty cum filled mess on top of your bed.

You were the first to wake up seeing his stretchy limbs wrapped around your sticky body, his face was drenched in sweat drooling on your neck not wanting to let go. You tried sitting up but it deemed difficult seeing how tangled your body was with his.

“Luffy..” Your Voice was groggy and a little swelled. You managed to free one of your arms out of his grasp to grip his hair firmly and lift his head, he had that same blissful smile he usually has when he is sleeping with a few hickies on his neck. “Luffy…get off of me.”

The sounds of him groaning mixing with whining not wanting to budge from his grip, so you sigh trying to adjust yourself but you moan out feeling his cock still partially inside you.

“Luffy! Luffy! Luffy!” You slapped his shoulder repeatedly.

“‘M tireedddddd.” He pinched your sides making your shriek.

“Get upppppp!!!”

“Mmm…Y/N! Oooh you look a mess are you okay? What happened?!”

“I’m—ow!” You slapped his rough hands rubbing your sides harshly away from you as he was seated in between your legs. “I’m fine just get up!”

“Oh okay!…can you walk?” He asked noticing your struggling to get up, he immediately aids you from the bed and now holding your waist from behind, but he notices the marks and bruises on your back, “Y/N what the hell happened to you?! Who hurt you like this??”

Your eyebrows furrow cocking your head at him and turn to his face, “Uh..you did.”

This was probably one of the first times you seen Luffy’s smiles slowly fade into worry, “Nuh uh. I—-oh wait! “ He laughs holding his head now recalling past events, “I did! Sorry about that! You felt really good though, but I’m STARVING now.”

He places you back down to sit on to walk over to your shared drawers, squatting grabbing something to shove his face with.

He always did this.

After sex it’s either Luffy gets up and goes to eat or falls asleep immediately. You grown to not mind it, but right now you kinda felt a bit….

Sad, almost.

It was weird you felt like your mood just shifted from okay to sorrow and you don’t understand why. You grab each of you some clean clothing and place it on your bed. Luffy turns and watches you while still eating studying your saddened gaze.

“You okay? Does your butt hurt ?” He asks noticing the slap marks on it, you look back to see and shake your head, you felt so weighed down for some reason and you couldn’t figure out why. You have no complaints about the sex that isn’t the issue but after such an intense session.

You just

Wanted to be held right now.

“Let’s take another bath. I’m sticky.”

“Ughhhh whyyyyyy just throw on a dress! You’ll be okay.”

“Can you at least come to bed I’m tired.”

“Just a second Y/N im hungrrryyyy…” He scrambled in the drawers for more food contemplating to quickly get dressed and head to the kitchen.

For some reason Luffy’s defiance made your chest hurt, he’s always like this, but right now him not wanting to do anything made your lips quiver. You looked glossy in the eyes holding his clothing. It wasn’t until your did a soft sniff he turned his head back at you.

“Y/N…” He seen your head down, thumb caressing his shirt, still in the nude and fighting back your will to cry for something you don’t understand why. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You handed him his shirt to grab your robe hanging off your door, “‘M ganna take a shower.”

You left Luffy alone to start up some water, the bathhouse was cleaned top to bottom from when you and Luffy left it with a note on the mirror.

“To Y/N & Luffy: At Least clean the bathhouse before leaving to have sex! Perverts! -Nami”

Now not only are you sad, but embarrassed now.

“Ugh.” You groaned tossing the note to start some water to hop in the shower, but right before you stepped in here comes a naked Luffy causing your eyes to widen

“LU!” You pulled him in shutting the door behind you wondering what the hell was going on, “You can’t keep walking around—“

“Its fine nobody is awake.” He didnt break contact of your eyes. Luffy felt a bit worried seeing your storm off, and he could have sworn you—

“Did i make you cry?”

“What?” You snap your face at him, subconsciously touching your warm cheeks, “no you didn’t.”

“Then why are you—“

“Nothing Luffy.”

“Tell me.” He grabbed your arm before you could walk inside the steaming water, you kinda hoped he would come to join you, but you also had a bit of you wanting to just be alone to rid of the pains you felt.

Both physically and emotionally.

Luffy didn’t quite understand why your mood changed, youre usually as happy as he is after sex,

“Was i bad?” He finally broke the quiet tension between you both.

“Hm?”

“Was i bad? Did I not make you feel good?”

“No Luffy it’s just…” you sigh rubbing your forehead, before pulling him inside the shower with you, he waiting patiently as you began to clean his back, maybe not looking into his eyes will ease some of your nerves. “It’s just…after we have sex…sometimes I just…wanna be held by you. I know it sounds stupid, but i like a little comfort after we finish…being told I did really good, ….maybe even a kiss, but—-“

In an instant your lips were pressed against his, they were always smaller than yours, lower lip just a tad plumper than his top, his cold wet hands cupped your warmed cheeks, you felt his thumb rub against your temple gently as if he wanted you to know he heard you.

“Like that?” Still holding your face, he looked into your eyes filled with some hope he did it right to make you happy. You lean into his touch and smile.

“Yeah. Something like that.” Your face finally cracked into a smile, which in turn made him as well.

“Oh thank God!” Luffy exhales making you both laugh, “All you had to do was ask Y/N I’ll do whatever you want.”

You almost felt stupid not asking him sooner, your communication with Luffy wasn’t far from bad. He spoke to you about things he wanted and needed out of you so what makes you think you couldn’t?

“Here. Turn around.” Your raven haired boyfriend moved you and you heard what you assumed to be the body wash tab open and his hands rubbing roughly against each other, but by the smell you knew—

“Wait wait! Lu!” You reached over in front of you to grab the soap to hand him, “that’s shampoo not soap!”

“…aint it the same thing?”

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It was such a comforting silence for a moment as Luffy washed you, he was delicate with his touches after a while, cracking jokes per usual to hear you laugh again. Once you both rinse each other off you were ready to get out, but Luffy didn’t seem ready to do so yet.

“Wait!” He pulled you closer to him, your breast now smushed against his, his stare was almost intimidating right now, “um…”

Your boyfriend grabbed your cheeks again to kiss you, this time small pecks not giving you anytime to return the favor which made you giggle, “h-hey-“

“I do lo…um…I do…love you…y/n. You know that right?”

His stutter made your eyes widen. Why was he so nervous to say that? You wonder, but instead of questioning it you nod, “mmhm. I love you too Luffy.”

Hearing that made his heart feel funny, he masked his worry with that pretty big smile you loved so much.

Once you both get out and head to your room in your towel and robe you felt him hold your pinky in with his, when you felt the tightness against it you looked and then seen him look the opposite way, possibly hiding the small blush on his face as you walked to your room. You smile at the sentiment.

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“Let’s get something to eat.” You suggest brushing Luffy’s hair as he sits in between your legs, “I know You’re still hungry.”

“Mmhm.” He hummed, arms wrapped around your waist and face in your cleavage, “‘want meat.”

You both sneak your way into the kitchen praying Sanji’s 6th sense doesn’t get him to wake up and catch you both. There was a note on the fridge.

“To my dearest Y/N: I made a plate specifically for you, whenever you come to eat. It’s your favorite! -Love, Sanji”

There was tears on the note.

Sanji also left a note for Luffy too:

“I hate you. Don’t eat Y/N’s food. - Sanji”

There were two plates for you both, you grabbed them and Luffy grabbed some more for the road and you head back to your room to eat.

“Y’know i still don’t know why I did that.” Luffy muffled, face stuffed as he was eating across from you on the bed crisscross shirtless, “You think it was something i ate?”

“Ion know.” You shrugged eating with a little more decorum than your boyfriend, he shrugs as well. Best not to think about what the possibilities were, not like you remembered much hours prior.

“You did do good by the way.” He spoke again, this time his voice more clear and soft, “You always feel really good. I don’t think you understand that, but I can tell you that more.”

“…thank you, Lu.”

“Hahaha, i like when you call me that too. It sounds so hot when you moan it—“

“Okay, Luffy!” You groaned, you knew sweet moments with him never last, he laughs holding his stomach at your embarrassment.

Once you both ate Luffy stretched out his body for you to lay on, your weight felt so good against him. He could get used to moments like this, moments where it’s just you and him. Relaxing.

You adjusted on top, arms and blankets around you both, he was so comfortable to lay on, his heart beat still relatively fast, but soothing none the less.

“I love you, Y/N.” Was the last thing you heard and a peck on the forehead before dozing off again.

It felt good to you both to learn how to properly take care of each other.

[kurtwagnerfurr]

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x AFAB!Reader

(But no pronouns used for reader)

Warnings: 18+ ,Nsfw,unprotected P in V, masturbation,Kurt likes watching for just a moment.

Summary: Kurt comes back to your shared apartment after a 3 days mission and catches you touching yourself, moaning his name.

Word count:5.1K~

Please be kind! English is not my first language!

It was almost 9 pm,Kurt should be back soon after 3 days of absence.

These past 3 days had been hell for you,with all the worrying about his safety mixed with the longing for him you were excited to see him again.

Very *excited*.

I mean 3 days is not a lot to be without your boyfriend but the thing is Kurt had gotten you used to being close to him 24/7, either cuddling or fucking.

Now you were thinking a lot about the second option.

You were on the couch, watching some trashy reality TV show,but your mind couldn't stop wandering to Kurt and the feeling of anticipation for his arrival.

Your thoughts went to his face the first time you two had fucked,his beautiful lips parted and eyes half lidded.

Then it went to the rough kisses you had shared.

Then to his naked form as he finished taking a shower.

And before you knew it a familiar wetness had formed in your panties.

9 pm. Kurt was probably going to be late at this point.

You slowly push your hands under your clothes, rubbing circles over your clit.You moan softly, closing your eyes,Kurt's name escaping your lips.

You were so focused on giving yourself some relief that you didn't smell the familiar scent of brimstone.

Kurt,now standing in the living room,watched you from behind.

With your eyes closed you continued giving yourself pleasure.Kurt's name escaped your lips again in a soft moan.

That was enough for him.

With a 'bamf' he teleports in front of you, standing in front of the TV.

"Liebling,are we touching ourselves without permission now?" Kurt said,voice low

You quickly open your eyes, startled,at the sound of the voice, thinking maybe you had just imagined it,but there he was, standing right in front of you,a grin on his face.

"Shit" you murmed "you scared the crap out of me" your voice was full of embarrassment and a blush went to your cheeks.You quickly take away your hand from you panties and close your legs.

"Thinking of me uh? I heard you say my name,Schatz" Kurt said with a grin, leaning down a bit from his position.

"I missed you" you replied softly

"I missed you too" he said,voice low

Then Kurt takes a nearby chair and sits down on it,a grin on his face "Please continue" he started "I want to see you touching yourself" he added firmly, gesturing for you to continue

You blush even more if possible but you do as he said.

Slowly you reach into your panties,going for the usual motion and spreading you legs.You lean back into the couch as a moan escapes your lips.

"Liebe" Kurt said "you look so beautiful right now" his accent thicker than usual

You looked Kurt in the eyes while doing the sinful action of pleasuring yourself, until something else caught your attention.

You lowered your eyes to his growing erection in his pants,at the sight you let out a shaky moan

"Kurt..." You said "... please"

"Please what? Liebling,tell me what you need" Kurt said with a fake curious look,he knew exactly what you needed he just wanted to hear it from you.

"You...need you to touch me" you managed to say between moans

"God if you could see yourself right now" the German said

"Please" your voice low and needy

Without a word Kurt gets up from the chair and walked up to the couch,he swiftly grabbed you waist and lifted you up, flipping you from you sitting position,so you were now straddling his lap.

You wasted no time and met him with a rough kiss,full of need. Your lips parted to give him access and he immediately slipped in his tongue.

You moaned into the kiss,the feeling of his tongue being too much and not enough at the same time.

When you both pulled away to get some air he started kissing your neck, going for the usual spots that made you shiver.

"Kurt..." You said,voice shaky

Kurt doesn't stop kissing you all over, instead he also put his hands on your waist and moved you forward,pulling you impossibly closer to him.

You moaned at the motion,taking it as an invitation to grind on his thigh.Your leg stroked his dick through his pants.

"Mein Gott..." He let out a shaky moan and cursed under his breath.

Suddenly you felt yourself being lifted and next thing you knew you were laying down on the couch,with Kurt over you, steadying himself with his arms on either side of your head.

"Pretty" he just let out as he began kissing you again on your neck

You almost didn't feel a pull at your panties, Kurt's tail pushing them down and throwing them on the floor.

"Fuck, Kurt, please I need your hands" you moaned loudly.

Kurt took one of his hands down your waist, pulling you closer under him.

"If you beg so good..." He said,taking his hand down to your aching cunt, making circles on your clit.

Then he pushed one of his big fingers slowly in your opening.

You couldn't bite back a moan

Kurt continued, searching for the right spot that made you see stars.

As soon as he found it your head leaned back into the pillows a long moan escaping your lips,a familiar heat forms into your lower tummy

Kurt smirked at the sound,but he retracted his finger from inside of you.

Before you could protest he lined up himself to your entrance and pushed in the tip of his dick

"Kurt" you moaned

"That's it, liebling,let me hear you say my name" the German said, pushing in deeper with his hips.

"Fuck Kurt..." You moaned again "...you feel so good..." Your voice is low and needy

"You have no idea what you do to me Schatz..." Kurt said in response

His hands came to grip your waist,while his tail suddenly started to rub circles on your clit.

It was almost too much and you thought you would come right there.

When Kurt's trusts became more erratic you knew he was close too. The slapping sounds of skin filled the room.

"Liebe... I'm going to..." He said softly

"Please come into me, please" you said firmly, wanting nothing but to feel his seed inside your pussy.

"God... you'll be the death of me..." Kurt lowly chuckled as his trusts became faster and more uncoordinated.

You could see starts,the feeling of him being inside of you being enough to leave you a shaking mess.

Your legs trembled and your hips made no effort to meet his trusts anymore,you knew you were close.

As you climax came you tightened around Kurt's dick,and you let out a series of moans.

The sight of you all fucked up and moaning loudly was enough for Kurt,who finished shortly after into you.

Kurt fell down almost immediately after he came,body pressing onto yours as you both layed on the couch.

You both tried to catch your breaths,the intensity of the act still lingering on you.

"Shower?" Kurt said as soon as he regained his breath

"Shower." You confirmed.

[worksby-d]

𝒟𝓇𝑜𝓅 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝑜𝓌

Pairing: best friend’s dad!Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Summary: Still learning what you do and don't like when it comes to your sex life with Andy.

Warnings: Age gap (Reader in her 20s), quickie, kinda rough, little bit of degrading dirty talk, choking, delayed (?) aftercare (i probably made that up lmfao you'll see though), 18+

Word count: ~1,000

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His hand covering your mouth muffles each shuddering breath you let out as your hips repeatedly hit against the edge of his porcelain countertop.

“You couldn't wait just a couple hours, could you?”

Crying out against his palm, you shake your head, praying his walls are thick enough to stifle the obscene noises–the dirty words he's growling in your ear.

“You had to get me up here to fuck you in this bathroom instead, huh?”

If he wasn't fucking you senseless, you'd make a remark about how it wasn't hard to do.

He almost choked on his beer reading the first text you sent, quickly glancing at his son, hoping he didn't notice.

It was you telling him exactly what you were planning to do with him later. He did his best to ignore you, to keep from shifting in his seat–until you followed up with some pictures you knew would do the trick when he didn't respond.

He finally snapped and told you to call him so he could lie and say it was a work call he needed to take upstairs.

He wasted no time pulling you into his bathroom to give you what you wanted.

“Look at you–”

He forces you to look at yourself in the mirror in front of you–pants pulled down around your thighs, tears welling in your eyes from trying desperately to hold back.

“Acting like a slut will get you fucked like one.”

“Andy, please,” you gasp as his hand drops to your neck. “I'm gonna–”

You can't finish your sentence before your eyes are rolling back, a harsh snap of his hips pushing you over the edge. His fingers press against the sides of your throat to keep you quiet as he cums too, letting out his own muffled moan against your shoulder.

“Good girl.” His voice is hushed, hand loosening its grip on your neck and falling to your waist so he can hold you properly for just a second.

You've barely caught your breath when you feel him pull away from you though, quickly cleaning himself up enough to get back downstairs.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” he says, patting your back as he leans toward you for a quick kiss. “You good?”

Nodding, you kiss him back, almost hesitantly, the realization that he's gonna leave you to clean up and calm down yourself slowly hitting you.

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Andy gets increasingly more worried with each minute that passes since he left you in his room. He doesn't want to bring attention to anything by checking on you though, so he and Jacob start to eat dinner without you.

“Where’s Y/N?”

He wants to kick himself for asking. Why would Jacob know?

“Uh, not sure,” he answers, looking at his phone. “When she gets doing assignments, she doesn't stop. Maybe she had a lot. I'll text her.”

Andy chuckles at that. “You can't walk up a flight of stairs and talk to her in person?”

“Don't wanna bug her,” he shrugs.

You give him an abrupt “no” when you get his text asking if you're going to eat, and you're relieved when he leaves it at that.

Back downstairs, Andy is anything but relieved though. The past half hour plays over and over in his head, each moment dissected as he tries to figure out if he did something wrong.

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Eventually hearing footsteps coming down the hall toward his bedroom, you sink further beneath the blankets you're cuddled up under.

The door opening doesn't faze you, you know it's Andy.

“What are you doing?” A look of concern floods his eyes as they fall on you curled up in his bed.

You don't know if you're trying to convince him or yourself with how quickly you answer, “Nothing.”

Your eyes stay set on your phone in your hand though.

“Okay, uh, Jacob went out…”

“Yeah, he texted me,” you shrug.

“You guys and your texting when you're in the same house,” he snorts. When he doesn't get a similar reaction from you, he knows something’s up. “What's wrong?”

“Sorry–” Your voice cracks and you finally set your phone down.

He swiftly moves to sit on the edge of the bed next to you. “For what?”

“I didn't like it,” you admit. You roll your eyes, not knowing how to even say it. “What we did in the bathroom.”

“Shit, I…” He knew it. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” you quickly assure him. “No, it's stupid. I like when you're rough with me and I know I asked for it, but you usually, like… hold me afterward, I guess. And I like that.”

His heart breaks. You're still figuring this part of your relationship out with each other, but he feels like shit for making you feel clearly uncomfortable.

“Oh my god.” He carefully lays next to you, a burst of cold air hitting you when he lifts the blankets to get under them with you. He pulls you into his arms though, his body heat making up for it. “That's not stupid. I'm sorry. I should have noticed–”

“You didn't do anything wrong. I should have safe-worded or, or said something when I realized– But it was after the fact. I just didn't like being left alone right away.”

“Shh, shh,” he softly whispers, trying to get you to calm down, stop your over explaining. “We know now. It's okay.”

All you do is nod against his chest, but he can feel you relax a bit too.

“Gonna hold you the rest of night, okay? I'm sorry.”

“It's okay. I’m okay,” you promise, laughing a little. You hug him tighter though. “Thank you.”

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[peachesofteal]

Front Row

Dead Disco masterlist

Simon Riley/Johnny MacTavish/female reader 2.1k words - This is the same trio as Dead Disco, but can be read as a standalone. Warnings-tags: 18+ Minors DNI. Explicit sex. Light d/s, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, praise kink, pet names, creampie, so much talking, Simon is calling the shots but that's not always the dynamic, little bit of anxiety/comfort. Established throuple. This takes place before the first chapter of Dead Disco. It’s just throuple filth.

“We’re in public.” The alley is dark, and empty, but anyone could turn the corner, or come stumbling out the back door just like the three of you did a minute ago. Fear knots in your stomach. Simon runs his hands up and down your arms, tracing them up to where your fingers are clasped around the back of his neck. He’s a wall of muscle in front of you, solid under his jeans and jacket, the balaclava brushing against the skin of your cheek as he nips you through the fabric. 

“Aye.” Johnny’s behind you, pulling your skirt up to reveal your naked skin, the midnight breeze coasting across your exposed flesh and pulling goosebumps to the surface. He feigns a shocked gasp. “Si.” He clucks his tongue. “Our girl’s not wearin’ anything underneath.” You bite your lip, stupid grin spreading across your face. You loved this part, the acting. Of course, the guys knew you weren’t wearing anything under the skirt, the three of you had made the decision together before leaving the apartment. It had been negotiated and clearly discussed, boundaries outlined, and comfort levels established. Communication. They excelled at it. You chalked it up to all of their time and training in combat zones, working together seamlessly to execute objectives in the most stressful of situations. You tried, as hard as you could, to swallow the bitter tang of insecurity and discomfort as you watched them earlier in the kitchen, half talking to each other, half exchanging looks that talked for them. Simon, of course, caught on to your feelings quickly, as he usually does, and Johnny pulled you into his arms with gentle kisses before they both tugged at the unraveling thread that was winding you way too tight. 

It all went away, by the time you made it out, the pace of the city at night combined with your probably too short skirt and bare cunt intoxicating the three of you better than shots of whiskey could. You sat on a bar stool as they played pool, twisting on the black pleather cushion, legs crossed so the back of your thigh was noticeably exposed. You felt their eyes on you at every turn, the feeling raw, and thrilling, and you wanted so badly to drag them both home to bed. 

They had different ideas. 

The rough fabric of Johnny’s pants scrapes against you, and you feel the heaviness of his erection, his breath against the back of your neck. 

“Mmm.” Simon hums, squeezing where your hands are still held, a clear order. Don’t move. “If I reach down ‘ere, will you be wet for us, darling?” He strokes up your thigh until he’s grazing along the seam of your cunt, where your arousal is embarrassingly already present. You watch his lips quirk from behind the balaclava and shiver. “She’s soaked, Johnny.” Giant fingers pull behind your knee, notching your thigh up towards Simon’s hips, forcing you forward until your cheek presses to his chest. You gulp. Here? Here?! You clear your throat nervously. 

“I… uh-“ 

“What is it love?” Simon asks, while Johnny kneads your ass with his fingers, warming your skin. 

“We’re in… in public.” You look around, and then to Simon who nods. 

“Want to stop?” Johnny immediately stills, moving a hand to the small of your back, the touch a reassuring thing of comfort. You chew on your lip with indecision, teeth digging into your own flesh until there’s a thumb there, pressing down, redirecting your attention upwards. “You’re safe.” Simon peels the balaclava up his neck past his chin, and then drops his lips down to your cheek in a kiss before hovering right above your ear. “We wouldn’t let anything happen to you. Here or anywhere. But if you want to stop, just say it.” The words calm the erratic darkness that’s clouding your thoughts, settles the fear that’s twisted in your stomach. A different feeling creeps over you now, excitement, and anticipation. You shake your head.

“No, we can keep going.” He finds your lips with his, and then you feel him moving to your clit, rough pad of his finger pressing down with the slightest pressure.  “That’s our girl. So brave.” He murmurs. 

“Sh- shit.” You whine, Johnny laughs breathily from behind you, the sound of a zipper ricocheting across your brain, the realization that this was happening right now sinking into your soul. Simon’s finger has disappeared, his hand reaching behind you to grip Johnny by his neck to bring his face forward, their mouths melting together while you lean your head backwards to watch, mesmerized by the two of them. Your body pulses, heat washing over every pore, and you snake your own fingers down to your clit, slipping them across the already swollen nub. 

Johnny’s palm cracks against the curve of your ass and you jolt forward with a yelp. 

“Thas for Simon, love.” Fingers curl around your wrist, pulling your hand towards Simon’s mouth, where he envelopes your digits and sucks. When he releases them, he licks his lips, squeezing your thigh and replacing your touch with his own. 

“Darling girl. So good for us, hmm?” The warmth of Johnny’s skin, his hips, press against your ass and then Simon is wrenching your thigh a little higher against where his knee has been slightly bent for you to lean against. He reaches down between your legs and guides Johnny’s cock to your entrance, the head pushing into you slowly, pulling an elated groan from your clenched teeth. 

“Ah!” From this angle, it’s a sharp bite that’s coupled with the pleasure, a stinging sensation that has you up on your tiptoes, face pressing into Simon and jutting your ass backwards so Johnny can get better leverage. Simon rumbles with a chuckle.

“Good?” He checks in and you nod furiously, not trusting yourself to form a coherent word when Johnny bottoms out with a hiss. 

“How’s she feel Johnny?” 

“Like a fuckin’ dream.” He gasps and pulls out until the head of his cock is left notched inside you, and then plunges back in deep, fingers tightening on your hips. “Y’ so good, love.” Simon pads against your clit, stroking the bud in a fervor, face tilted down to yours. Johnny builds a steady pace, the affectionate touch of his hands coupled with the reckless stroking of his cock making you break out into a sweat, the shocks of electricity coming from Simon’s touch pushing you closer and closer to the edge of your orgasm in almost zero time. You feel raw, exposed and overloaded, your body buzzing along to the sensations from both of them, mind glitching as you feel your heart swell. Your boys, yours. Your partners, your everything, yours, yours, yours-

Johnny’s face presses to the back of your neck, and he’s panting against your skin, the pace of his thrusts growing faster and frantic, punching up into your body over and over, while Simon strokes your clit with near precision, playing your body like he knows every thought you’ve ever had. He’s watching, head leaned back, the corners of his eyes lifted in that lazy way, how he looks when he’s smiling, but you can feel how hard he is in his pants, the echo of Johnny’s body slapping against you bouncing off the brick around the three of you. You want to ask him to take his cock out for you, so you can taste it, but he speaks before you get a chance. 

“Come on Johnny’s cock, darling. He wants it. Isn’t that right?” He works your clit faster, the friction making your body writhe, your fingernails digging into the skin beneath them. You’re close, so close, and Simon knows it. So does Johnny. 

“Aye, fuck.” He thrusts hard and your fingers dig into Simon’s neck, head tipping back to moan as your body tightens and prepares to throw you overboard into an orgasm. “Is it coming, love?” Johnny breathes, hand under your shirt, fingers pinching at your nipple, rolling the hard flesh between his touch. You try to whine a yes but it’s hard with how heavy your chest is heaving, breath caught somewhere between your throat and your lungs. “I can feel it. Come on, come for us.” Your body clenches, muscles turning stiff and Johnny curses, your walls clamping down on his cock when you finally tip over into your orgasm, your eyes slipping shut and mouth dropping open while your body shivers with raw edges of pleasure. You lock up, but Simon doesn’t relent, and you moan loud enough you think you’ll be heard ten blocks down the street. 

“Oh, darling.” Simon soothes, but doesn’t stop playing with your clit, bright light ebbing at the edge of your vision as your orgasm continues to thunder through your body. “Are you still coming?” You slur some nonsense, trembling between the two of them, body jerking with rolling aftershocks that were nearly as intense as the orgasm itself. Johnny’s own body tightens, his movements turning jerky, and Simon tilts his head observantly, brushing some hair from your face tenderly.

“You gon’ take his come?” He asks you, and you nod eagerly while he swirls his tongue around his thumb and middle finger. 

“Yeah, yeah… I want to.” You can feel the rigid lines of Johnny’s muscles, the slide of his cock as he fucks up into you, the firm grip of his hand against your lower stomach when he presses down, the feeling pushing you towards another orgasm. Simon pulls your closer into his body, as tight as possible, and his hand snakes around Johnny’s back, finger finding Johnny’s ass and pressing in slowly, moving in rhythm with how Johnny is thrusting up into your cunt. 

“Come in our girl, Johnny.” 

“Bloody- fu- Simon. Darling.” He turns your head to kiss you, sloppy mouth on your panting one, and you whine into him, a plea forming on your lips. 

“Come for me.” You breathe and his eyes clench shut, hips stuttering. He stammers unintelligible words, Scottish some things or others, and fills you with a final thrust, harsh gasping coming from the both of you, the feeling of his cock pulsing in your body wracking you with a shiver. 

“Good boy, Johnny.” Simon pulls him in for a kiss, and you slump between them with a sigh, your spine relaxing, toes uncurling in your shoes. 

You feel empty when Johnny slips out of you, clenching your thighs together in an effort not to leak his come all over yourself, knees trembling with effort. 

“Think you can keep it in ‘til we get home? Without anything covering this sweet cunt?” Simon slides down to circle your oversensitive flesh and you choke on a whimper. Johnny’s lips press to your bare shoulder with a kiss before he rights your shirt.

“I… I don’t know.” Guilt settles on your shoulder, and you frown at him. What if he feels left out?  “Simon? Are you… do you-“ your touch grazes along the outside of his pants, where his cock is still straining and he takes your hand in his. 

“When we get home.” Balaclava covered lips press to your forehead. “I wan’ wait, a little longer. Watch you squirm with Johnny’s come drippin’ out of ya.” Your cheeks go hot. “And then when we get home, Johnny’ll eat it out of you while I take him, yeah?” Your eyes go wide, thrill heating up your spine and Johnny laughs in your ear. He buttons your skirt properly and wraps his arms around your from behind, the mohawk brushing against your neck while he rests his head on your shoulder. 

“What do you say we get some dinner?” He whispers and you squeeze his forearm. 

“Okay.” He threads his fingers through yours, and leads you down the alley next to Simon, who’s got a firm hand between your shoulder blades. 

Three stories up, in a two-bedroom apartment, curtains slide shut as a woman’s partner finally pulls her away from the window to bend her body over the edge of the bed, his fingers still wet from being inside her when she climaxed at his urging, his efforts to time it with what was happening in the alley below successful. They watched as you rocked your head back, mouth dropping open in a silent scream, the signal that you were coming and the absolute bliss on your face enough to send the woman crashing into her own release, while her partner milked as much pleasure from her body as possible. She buries her face in a pillow now, the image of your body being held by your partners in the dim light of the night burning into her brain, leaving her longing for a taste of something she’s never had. 

[platonicreaderinsertfanfic]

Etho: Vampire Hunter AU (Reader-Insert)

Female reader.

Word count: 932

“You’re up late.” A low voice broke the silence of the night.

You looked up from your work maintaining the chapel’s pews. “Etho!” He looked tired, green and black clothes splattered with dark stains, cloak hanging off his body in ripped shreds, and reddish brown smeared all over his bare hand and forearm. 

Adjusting the mask covering the lower half of his face, he smiled with his eyes. “Sister.” Like all your friends, he called you by your title rather than your name—just as you preferred. As far as you were concerned, Sister was your name, not the pretentious mouthful assigned to you by the Church when you came here years ago. Hiding your identity was tiresome, although preferable to being claimed by the powerful vampire queen who had marked you as a child.

“I take from the bloodstains all over your clothes, your hunt was successful?” Tossing your screwdriver onto the wooden pew beside where you were crouched, you leaned back to get a better look at your friend; it seemed none of the blood was his this time. Good.

He laughed, almost sounding embarrassed. “It doesn’t feel successful.”

“Rough kill?” You threw your long hair back over your shoulder, keeping it out of the way as you returned to work.

Running a blood smeared hand through his white hair, Etho’s mood darkened. “Even when I know my target has lived for over sixty years, and killed seventeen innocents, it’s not easy to drive a stake through the heart of a creature who looks like a ten year old girl…”

“The abbess always says you’re too kind for this work.” Picking up the screwdriver, you gave it a little flip in the air, catching it neatly. Gently running your left hand over the pile of screws, you grouped them as you counted in your head. 

Etho walked towards you. “Uh huhh. It’s hard to tell when she sends me out every week to kill monsters.” Sighing, he squeezed past your kneeling body to tiredly sink down onto the pew. “I shouldn’t have specialized in vampires.”

“Etho, don’t sit—!”

Splintering wood and the crash of ancient planks smacking beautiful tilework flooring interrupted your warning, as the pew gave way beneath him. “Ohhhhh.” He sounded pathetic as he lay on his back on the floor, gazing up at the decorative ceiling and gripping the pocket watch hanging from his belt. While you knew Etho must be a fierce and capable warrior, you found such an image hard to combine with the slightly hapless, and very nice guy, you had befriended over the years.

You groaned. “I had removed most of the screws attaching the seat to the end of the pew, so I could replace them with slightly wider screws, ‘cause the whole thing’s been getting loose, and had already been jury rigged before I ever came here…”

“Sorey.” His accent always came through when he apologized. “I’ll explain to the abbess it was my fault.”  

“Thanks.” Leaning back against the chapel wall, you mulled over how long it would take you to fix the pew, assuming you had the skill to properly fix something so old, delicate, and ornate—which you doubted.

“And speaking of the abbess, I got permission to take you with me on my next assignment.”

“Really?” At his words, all exasperation fled your body. Usually you were forbidden from leaving the abbey, on account of the mark on the back of your left hand. “Why?”

“You’re good at clerical work, right, Sister?”

You nodded eagerly as he continued.

“My target tonight had quite a library, and chests of saved correspondence. I needed someone to help me catalog all of it tomorrow, and since they made the mistake of letting me choose my own assistant…I chose you.” Propping himself up on his elbows, his eyes crinkled in a smile. “You do want to see more of the world, right? I don’t know why the abbess always keeps you cooped up in the church compound, but I figure I ought to show my friend a bit of the outside world if I can.”

Without thinking, you gripped the back of your left hand, imagining the green symbol hidden by your half finger glove. “I’d love that.” 

Rising from the rather destroyed pew, which now littered the floor, Etho stretched. “I need to wash up. Wouldn’t want to talk to the abbess looking like this.” He pointed at you. “Now go get some sleep, we have a long day tomorrow.”

“You’re going to talk to the abbess now?”

“Some of us aren’t night owls by choice, Sister.” Etho chuckled. “If I have to work this late, she can wake up to talk to me in the middle of the night from time to time.”

Grateful for his friendship, and this opportunity to leave the abbey, you wanted to hug the lanky man before you, but decorum held you back. The last thing you had ever wanted was rumors of being romantically involved with anyone, and years of practicing such thinking left little room for nebulous gestures like hugs—no matter how platonically you intended them. “Hm, you’ve always had fun being a bit of a pain.”

“Just doing my job.” His smile shone through in his voice as you packed up your toolbox.

“See you tomorrow, Etho.”

With a jaunty little wave, he strode off, leaving you to wonder what the next day held.

[reallychaoticwoo]

Hi, again babe!! Idk if you write for individual characters, but would you be down to Mingi being jealous / possessive over reader?? Sometimes like reader talk to a man being friendly and he’s seething. Do it as long or as short as you’d like. Love you💕💕

YESSSSSSSS!!! I liiiveee for possessive and for Mingi 🫣 don't come at me lol.

Pairing: Mingi x reader (duh)

Warnings: MDNI!!! 18+ ONLY!! Possesive bf mingi, slight degrading (Mingi calls yn a slut), lottsss of cussing (sorry, not sorry 🤷🏻‍♀️), rough sex, hair pulling, squirting, I thinkkk that's it? As always let me know if I missed something 🖤

Mingi has always been a bit possessive. So, of course, it wasn't any different when it came to you, HIS girlfriend. You'd been dating for some months now, and you'd grown accustomed to his displays of possession. His hand wrapped tightly around your waist every time the two of you went out together. Him slowly leaving more and more of his items and clothes at your apartment. Oh, and your favorite, the necklace, he got you with his name on it, practically begging you to never take it off. And you didn't. To be quite honest, you love that he wanted to claim you. He'd let the whole world know you were his, and he was yours. Not that this didn't come with some downfalls, but it was never something you two couldn't move past.

-

Tonight, you'd be meeting all of his roommates. The only girl in a house full of 8 men. You'd questioned if he'd thought this through or not, but he seemed so excited to have you meet the people he considered family that you just went with it. Pulling up to the rather large house, you did a quick once over to make sure you looked presentable. Something Mingi definitely took note of. However, you quickly reassured him that you just wanted to make sure you looked goof for him, like someone he could be proud to call his.

Walking into the foyer, you looked around, shocked by how clean the place was. It was honestly a gorgeous house, and you definitely couldn't tell there were 8 men living there.

"So you must be y/n, Mingi has told us so much about you. I'm Seonghwa." He introduced himself smiling politely.

"It's nice to meet you too. Thanks for being okay with me coming over tonight." You shook his hand and smiled back.

"Woah Mingi, I think you may have left out some important information about your girl!" A loud voice said, coming from around the corner and into view. A shorter man with half blonde half black hair and a huge grin on his face.

Mingi clenched his jaw, "And what might that be Woo?".

"Uh, she's fucking hot?!" The shorter of the men said eyeing you up and down before shooting you a playful wink.

And with that, Mingi had his arm around your waist, pulling you as close to his as humanly possible. "Yeah, she is. And she's mine so keep your fucking winks to yourself." He was already getting pissed.

-

You'd eventually made it to the living room where everyone was sitting on the large sectional or leaning against it on the floor. Some playing games on the TV, a few scrolling on their phones, one seemingly only focused on his laptop with headphones on. Mingi had sat you on his lap to avoid anyone getting too close to you. Wooyoung, however, didn't seem to care that you were sitting on your boyfriends lap. Walking up behind the couch and throwing his arms around yours and Mingi's shoulders.

"So is this why it took you so long to bring her over, Min? Afraid one of us might take her away from you?" Wooyoung chuckled, big cheshire grin across his face. You blushed a little at the compliment, and oh boy, did Mingi catch onto that. His hands tightened on your waist. Wooyoung leaned in a little closer to your face, "You know, Mingi probably didn't say anything because he doesn't even realize how fucking hot you actually are. You deserve to be reminded constantly, shown off, not kept a secret". He shot a devilish glare at mingi. Your crossed your legs and gulped a bit flustered, and even more nervous.

Mingi had enough. "Fuck this, y/n get up now." He stood up so fast you almost fell from being lunged off his lap. He caught you by the wrist and started dragging you down the hall to his room.

"Mingi what the hell?? Where are we going? What are you doing?" You asked him trying to understand even remotely what was going through his brain right now.

"Oh don't act so fucking innocent princess, don't think I didn't catch you crossing your legs at his words. Or the way he had you blushing earlier when he called you hot." Mingi was seething. He will be damned if another man gets your attention. And he's about to remind you that you're his and only his. He's going to remind you how you don't need or want anyone but him.

-

As soon as you two were in his room he slammed the door locking it behind him. His eyes dark and his expression somewhere between pissed and sinister. "Take it off." It wasn't a request it was a demand.

Fuck you loved this side of him so much. You knew he was about to make sure everyone in this house had no questions as to who you belonged to. And you knew he was about to ruin you in the absolute BEST way. Stripping down to absolutely nothing Mingi pushed you against the door pressing his lips against yours hungrily. He wasted no time pulling off his belt and dropping his pants. Immediately grabbing your ass and holding you firmly in the air as he lined the tip of his cock with your already drenched hole. With one swift motion he bucked up into you, fully submerging himself. You lifted your hand to cover your mouth but he caught it in his before holding your hands above your head. "Don't you dare try and be fucking quiet. I want you to scream so loud the whole fucking block will know who you belong to." He was basically growling in your ear. Fucking up into you relentlessly, biting and sucking your neck harshly leaving a trail of marks down to your collar bone. "F-fuck.. Fuck Mingi...ahhhh" You whined, your legs starting to shake as the pressure in your stomach started to build faster than it ever had before. Mingi started to slow down before placing you back on the ground. "Mingi... please.. please more.. don't stop" You begged and whined but he just spun your body around to face the door. "Hands on the door, spread your fucking legs. You want to act like a little slut, getting all flustered from fucking Wooyoung. You're going to get fucked like a slut and the whole fucking house is going to hear you." You shivered at his words, quickly following directs. And he was right back in you pushing your back down to bend you forward further. "Keep your fucking hands on the door, I want everyone to hear how hard my little slut takes me. I, urgh- I want Wooyoung to hear how fucking -ah - how fucking drunk you get off MY dick", he was ramming into you mercilessly. Hitting so deep he wrapped his hand around to your stomach, "you feel that princess? You think any of them could fuck you this good? Could rearrange your guts and make you scream like I can?" He pulled your hair making you straighten slightly. Keeping your hands on the door you tried to shake your head but his grip on your hair was too tight. "I asked you a fucking question. I expect words y/n" He punctuated with a painstakingly deep thrust causing you to fall forward letting out a scream. "No" You said breathlessly through blissful sobs. "No, what?" He asked, another deep thrust. "No, no one -aaahhhhh- fuck- no one can fuck me like you baby- fuuucccckk - I'm so close". You were a crying whiney mess. "Don't you fucking come till I tell you to come baby, now be a good girl and tell me who's fucking pussy this is"

"Yours - fuck - it's yours Mingi, all yours. Please, please" You were begging to let go. You needed it, you were falling apart barely holding yourself up, your legs giving out.

Mingi not letting up for even a second pulled your hair back again, the door slamming with each and every thrust he's giving you. "Louder baby girl, fuck, say it louder".

"FUUUCCCKKK MINGI - MY PUSSY IS ALL YOURS- ONLY YOURS!!"

"Good girl, now come for me baby. Let me feel you loose yourself on my dick."

You let out a glass shattering gutteral scream, Mingis name the last sound to leave your lips, shaking uncontrollably, your vision white, and your release, everywhere. Mingi carried you ti the bed laying you down until you could regain some form of consciousness. Grabbing you a water from his mini fridge, he pulled his pants back up and sat on the bed next to you.

Once you came back to you smiled faintly, "I should have you get jealous more often. That was sooooo fucking good." A breathy chuckle leaving you as you propped yourself up to take a sip of the water.

"I don't think that's a good idea baby, but I'm happy to fuck you however you like, whenever you want." He said grinning, placing kisses your your forehead and cheeks.

"Now, let's go make an appearance to make sure they got the point." He said pulling you up into his arms once again, your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands firmly on your ass.

-

Sitting down on the couch pulling you into his lap again, he glared around the room, making sure to lock eyes with Wooyoung. Pulling you in closer to his chest, he gave the younger man the biggest shit eating grin before placing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "MY beautiful princess." He said, resting his head on yours.

** As always, this is purely fictional! This doesn't not represent the idol in any way, shape, or form. **

**Not really proofread, so please don't come for me. 🖤 Thank you as always for your support and I really hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

[nyoomfruits]

Please please PLEASE do 1 and 3 (“you’re cold” “am not” and “just hold my hand”) with Landoscar!!! I’d also love if it could be like Lando babying (?) or taking care of Oscar a bit - we often see the dynamic being the other way round in fic!!!

"you're cold" "am not" + 3. "just hold my hand"

Oscar’s fingers are twitching. It’s subtle, barely noticeable if you haven’t been staring at them the way Lando has been for the past half hour. He doesn’t even really have an excuse, except maybe that they’re signing hats and he could do this blind and the way Oscar’s fingers grip the pen is just so much more interesting to look at.

His hands are smaller than Lando’s, he knows from that one time they were running late and Lando had grabbed it to drag him into the correct hallway. He remembers the feel of Oscar’s hand in his, slightly sweaty but weirdly not gross. More like, comforting. Like a little reminder that Oscar is there, right behind him, that he’s real.

Oscar feels a little not real, sometimes.

Lando gets shaken out of his thoughts when Oscar’s fingers twitch again. He narrows his eyes. “You’re cold,” he blurts out.

It’s the first thing he’s said in like a good twenty minutes, and Oscar startles a little, looks up like he’d almost forgotten Lando was still there. “Uh,” he says, brows pinching together. “No I’m not?”

“Yes, you are, your hands are,” Lando says, gesturing at where he’s still holding the pen, hovering over the cap in his other hand. “They’re twitching, like you’re trying to get the blood flowing or some shit.”

It makes sense, too. The aircon is on full blast in the little room they’re sitting him. Lando himself is bundled up in a hoodie too, keeps shoving his own hands in the front pocket every few hats to keep his fingers warm.

“Oh,” Oscar says. Blinks. Looks at his hands. “Huh, yeah, I guess.” And then he goes back to signing.

Lando sighs, dramatic and loud, and bats at Oscar’s hands, making him drop the cap and the pen. “C’mere, just. Just hold my hand, yeah?” He says, grabbing one of Oscar’s hands in his, rubbing it the get the warmth back into it.

Oscar is staring at him, a little startled and wide eyed, but lets himself be manhandled regardless, though his eyes widen considerably more when Lando brings his hand to his mouth to blow hot air on it.

And, well. Lando hadn’t really realized his mistake until his lips are already inches away from Oscar’s fingers, and it feels weirdly intimate all of a sudden, with Oscar just staring at him, a noticeably dark flush on his cheeks.

“Uh,” Lando says, drops Oscar’s hand like it burned him, turning back to his own stack of hats. “Well, there you go.” His cheeks are burning, he can feel them, and he tries to hide it by hunching over the table, bringing his face closer to the surface as he signs the next hat.

“What, uh,” Oscar eventually says, voice a little rough. “What about the other hand?”

Lando’s head shoots up. Oscar is looking at him a little sheepishly, and his face is absolutely bright red. It’s kind of really cute. “Your other hand,” Lando says.

“Yeah. That one is uh. Also cold.” Somehow he gets even redder and Lando should absolutely not find this so incredibly endearing.

“Oscar Piastri, if I knew any better I’d say you were flirting with me,” Lando says, trying to sound not so goddamn delighted about it and failing miserably. “Next you’re going to tell me that what, your dick is cold too.”

Oscar chokes on air and glares at him. “Fuck off,” he says, and Lando laughs, reaches forward, grabs Oscar’s hand.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m kidding, it’s uh. Here, let me, let me warm that too.” He hopes it conveys ‘I like that you’re flirting with me’ because saying the words out loud feels. Well. Big.

This time, when he holds Oscar’s hand up to his face, he actually presses a kiss to his fingertip. Oscar flails a little and then says, voice tight. “What uh. What are you doing? After this?”

Lando, never one to pass up an opportunity to make Oscar blush, grins. “You, hopefully,” he says, with an obnoxious little eyebrow wiggle. Oscar throws a cap at him, grumbles something that sounds like ‘never mind, I changed my mind, you absolute dumbass’.

The speed with which he finishes signing the rest of the hats tells a whole different story.