#I'm going slap/kiss you so much when I find you again I swear to God

[what-do-you-mean-theyre-evil]

Imma put a leash on this bitch ISTG !!!😭😭😭

[sincerelyneo]

hiiii will you repost your old haechan frat boy fic 🫣

i'm not sure if this is the one you were talking about, but it's the only google doc i had of haechan in a college au.

all bark no bite | l.hc

❯ summary: Lee Haechan is the most annoying man you’ve ever encountered. But that doesn’t mean you don’t find him hot; and maybe that’s why he has you flat on his mattress one night at a random frat party.

❯ pairings: haechan x fem!reader

❯ genre: college!au, rivals, smut.

❯ words: 2.5k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, smut, angst, hate sex, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up !), pet names, excessive use of the name ‘baby’ and ‘princess’, begging, dirty talk, reader uses she/her pronouns, haechan is very cocky, haechan 1000% has a crush on the reader.

Lee Haechan is an asshole. A condescending, irritating asshole who knows exactly how to get on your fucking nerves and—

“God — fucking — dammit—!”

— is currently the asshole pressing you against his mattress.

Truth be told, you don’t even know how you got here. You remember being shoved in a closet with him for Seven Minutes in Heaven at some random frat party his friends were throwing, but you for sure as hell remember absolutely refusing to kiss him.

“Why not?” He’d sneered, folding his arms. “You scared you’re gonna like it, Princess? Promise I’ll take real good care of you–"

"Oh, please,” you’d scoffed right back. “Let’s not pretend you know your way around a girl’s body, Hyuck. I doubt you could even find my clit–"

"I would obliterate your pussy if you’d let me, and you know it,” there was a glint in his eye as he looked you up and down, “And we both know you’d like it.”

You were so fired up that you hadn’t even noticed how close you’d gotten to each other; you could feel his breath on your lips, his chest against yours. So irritated by his cockiness, you hardly even registered what you said next until it was too late:

“You’re all bark no bite, Lee Haechan.”

For the last three years you’ve been at college, you and Haechan had both been walking on eggshells around each other. There’d always been tangible tension ever since you had shut down one of his rants in class and essentially destroyed him — and from there it’d been a competition to one-up one another. You hated him, he hated you… but doesn’t the line between hate and lust wear oh so thin when it’s someone as hot as him?

The answer is yes, evidently.

After the seven minutes we’re up, Haechan wastes no time dragging you out of the closet and to his bedroom, earning him a matter of gasps and ‘ooohhhs’ from the rest of the players.

Next thing you know, you’re lying on your stomach, hands pinned at the small of your back as he thrusts into you so deeply you swear you can feel him in your stomach. His sheets rub against your clit with every body-wrecking slap of his hips against you, your throat hoarse from screaming. And for a moment you’re really, really, really fucking sorry for even doubting his abilities so much — because God can he fuck.

But you’d never tell him that, you don’t need to. His ego is already massive, he’ll live without validation from you — or so you think.

A hand crowds underneath you, before seizing your neck and pulling you up. The shortness of breath makes you pant, pulsing around him instinctively and you hear him laugh in your ear.

Fucking asshole.

And as if he hears you, his fingers find your mouth — and you gag, because his fingers are fucking thick and he’s shoving them down your throat. And the worst part is you love it, your mouth swallowing them the minute they push past your lips like it was just instinct.

"Oh, baby,” he laughs breathlessly, “Next time you do that, make sure it’s on my dick."

"You fucking wish—” you grunt, because he’s laying into you real deep now, slow, languid thrusts that have you refraining from shuddering all over– “as if there’s going to be a next time, you dick."

"Oh?” his hips still.

Then, almost thoughtfully, they begin again. Slow and teasing and not nearly enough to have you writhing in pleasure. His pace is tortuous, and if he didn’t have your arms pinned behind you, you’d claw at his back to make him speed up.

“Really? You think one night of the best sex you’ll ever have is enough?"

"Please, your dick game isn’t that impressive,” you say flatly. “Just make me cum and get this over with.”

You feel the heat of his breath as he dips his head again, placing kisses on your jaw so gently that for a moment you’re taken aback. “Don’t get impatient now, baby. I told you I’d take care of you didn’t I? Just…” His hips still again– “I think I’d like you to ask for it.”

“Ask?” You scoff, incredulous.

He nibbles down on your ear, before brushing past it with his lips low enough to whisper, “You're right. I meant beg.”

“What, you get off on girls begging for your permission–?"

There’s a rough snap of his hips into you and you have to bite hard down on your lip to stop yourself from whimpering.

"Not just any girls,” he mutters, so quiet that you almost don’t hear. “Only you.”

You’re going to pretend that your heart doesn’t flip when he says that, partially because of how sick it is that that gets you off, and instead focus on what the fuck is going on.

Did Lee Haechan just admit he wants you to beg for him? The same man who’d made it his college mission to torment and tease you at every given opportunity wants you.

If you weren’t lying on your stomach and taking every thick inch of him you’d be running in shock horror. But you find the idea isn’t quite as horrifying as you’d imagined.

“… Maybe we can fit more than one round in tonight, but that’s all I can offer you,” you say after a moment. You can feel him freeze up behind you. “I’m a busy girl with exams, Hyuck, I don’t have time to be running around with strange men–”

“Strange men?” His laugh is really nice. Sweet and dorky — the opposite of the usual mischievous chuckling he did when he knew he had gotten under your skin — and you only manage a huff of your own laughter yourself before you’re caught off guard by his steadily increasing grinds. “And after those exams? Got any time for a strange man like me?"

“…I’d have to check my calendar.”

He hums, and you swear to God if he stops again you’ll take back everything. "But for now… What’s your calendar open to, baby? Three? Four rounds?”

“Bold of you to assume you’ll get me to cum more than once,” you mumble, but you’re beginning to lose your breath as he picks up the pace once again. “I’ll warn you, though – I get loud after two.”

You don’t have to look back to know he’s sporting a smug as fuck grin. “You better muffle yourself with a pillow then, because I’m not stopping.”

“You’re so fucking sexy when you do that.”

Okay, so maybe the whole ‘waiting until after exams’ bit is getting to Haechan. He wouldn’t wait until your calendar cleared up, he couldn’t, his testosterone wouldn’t let him.

It’s been a whole three days since he got to fuck you; and God was it driving him insane.

You glance up at him now, unimpressed. You knew studying with him was a bad idea, but he’d been so insistent; and you had to admit, knowing he had made you cum four times made his presence all the more tolerable to hang out with.

“When I what? Do science homework?"

"No, no – I mean, yes. When you concentrate you get this small… crease between your brows…” He reaches forward – concentrating himself – tugging the plush of his bottom lip between his teeth as he reaches out to poke between your brows. “You look fucking sexy.”

“Alright, Casanova, hands to ourselves” you snort before you return to your reading.

The silence doesn’t last long, and the second he opens his mouth you swear you’re two moments away from taping his lips together.

“Lemme eat you out.”

“Wh– no!” Horrified, you peek around to see if anyone had heard him. But the library is virtually empty ��� it always is after 11 PM on a Friday.

And also, you’re both tucked away in a table at the back behind the History books that no-one ever takes out.

“You should be studying.”

“Don’t worry about me, I got this exam in the bag.”

You glare. “You’re awfully confident.”

“Yeah.” He shrugs, slumping in his seat again. “You’re my only competition, and, well…”

“Well, what?” You demand, setting your book down.

This was the usual dynamic you were familiar with when it came to Lee Haechan.

“You saying I’m not good enough competition, for you Hyuck? If my memory serves me correctly – and it definitely does – I beat you by 10% on our last exam.”

His own eyes narrow.

Oh, you just hit a nerve.

“Just for that,” he begins slowly, pushing his chair out, “I’m gonna suck your clit ‘til you go dizzy.”

“What part of no don’t you understand?”

But the promise is enticing and you part your legs anyway as he shimmies underneath the table.

“You’re such a fuckboy, I swear–”

“I am not!” He objects incredulously from beneath you. “I just like how you taste, baby.”

A fuckboy, you swear. But he’s got a way with words (and a way with his fingers, and a way with his tongue, and a way with his di—).

You feel your skirt being rucked up and your panties being pulled to the side – seconds later, his face ducks up from the table, grinning wolfishly.

“You’re kinda wet down here, baby. Are you sure you’re okay?” He teases.

“Shut up before I scream,” you grunt, folding your arms.

“Wouldn’t that be a dream?” He sighs. He retreats not two milliseconds after, though, and you hear him whistle lowly to himself. And then, so quiet you almost don’t catch it: “Fucking hell, baby.”

You make a promise that if he calls you baby once more you’re going to kick him because it makes your stomach flutter and your palms sweat — but then he licks a rough line up your pussy and you decide that maybe you’ll allow him to call you whatever he pleases.

Your head falls back as he does it again, and again, and again, as if he’s trying to clean up whatever mess you’d made in your panties. And normally you’d be irritated — wanting him to just move onto your clit already — but he genuinely sounds like he’s enjoying himself.

Quiet groans in his throat and passionate movements of his jaw, and his hands grasp your thighs so tightly you know there’ll be bruises. He smacks his lips wetly and you jolt, peeking out from behind the bookshelf to see if anyone had seen.

“Calm down,” He says, words muffled against you. “Nobody comes behind here on a Friday night. We’re safe.”

And as if to punctuate his point: a finger pulls back the hood of your clit, and true to his word, he sucks. Quickly, you shove your fist into your mouth and begin to gnaw on your knuckles, squeezing your eyes shut so hard that you see stars.

“H-Hyuck,” you whimper, “Unless you want me to get us caught–"

"I know, I know,” he says, sighing. His face comes out from underneath the table again. “I’ll be good if you pull your top down.”

“W-what?” To be fair, you’re still delirious off pleasure because his thumb hasn’t stopped grinding against your clit. “Why?"

"So I can play with your tits,” he says easily, shrugging. “C'mon, Princess. Show me your boobs.”

You stare at him for a moment, disbelief written on your face. “You’re such a man.”

“And you’ve still got the limp to prove it, haven’t you, baby? Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you can’t walk straight.”

“Whatever.” You pull your top down, tug your breasts out of their cups – only to appease him and get him to shut up. Immediately he takes one in his grabby hands, all warm and rough as he tugs and pulls at one nipple.

So, okay, maybe he does know what he’s doing. Sometimes. Who are you kidding? All the time.

“Hm, you like that, don’t you?"

"Shut up,” you hiss, “if you get us banned from this library because of your dirty talk I’m never fucking you again—shit."

“We both know that’s not true.”

A steady stream of suckling on your sensitive bundle of nerves calls your attention elsewhere; at the same time, your nipple is rolled between his index and thumb. You feel like you’re buzzing all over, and it’s not because you’ve had five cups of coffee in the last three hours.

You don’t realise that you’re panting – fucking close – until Haechan releases your clit with a pop. He ducks underneath the table to peek up at you again. "Are you trying to get us caught?"

"I’ll be quiet,” you promise through gritted teeth, shoving your top into your mouth. You restrain the urge to curse him out because you could feel the beginning flutters of your orgasm on the tip of your tongue, and you know he’ll draw it out as much as possible if given the chance. “Just keep going."

He’s wearing a victorious, shit-eating grin when he gets back to it, energy increasing rapidly. He eats pussy like he’s competing for a trophy, and truth be told, you don’t mind being his prize if he makes you cum as hard as you did a few days ago. His tongue moves eagerly, tracing letters and numbers and fucking his name on your sensitive skin before sucking again.

No noise. You try to coach your brain into silence.

You never usually have a problem keeping quiet for the first orgasm. But as much as you hate to admit it, the act of being eaten out in a public library is a different kind of turn on.

And it really doesn't help that Haechan knows exactly what he’s doing.

Maybe that’s why when you cum, you have no problem with clinging to any part of him you can get your hands on — his hand on your chest, his hair between your legs. A weak whimper follows as you contract around nothing, hips bucking gently into his mouth, and he takes it all in.

Fuck.

He slides back from under the table and resurfaces a metre away, grinning widely. You know the image of you looking so ruined because of him is doing wonders for his ego — so as quickly as possible you pull your top down and readjust your skirt, panties irritatingly rough against your skin.

"Good, huh?"

You don’t want to give him anymore satisfaction, but you know with the orgasm he had just given you so publicly, there was no use in lying. In fact, you’re certain lying to him would only make his cocky ego flame even more.

“Whatever, Hyuck. You give good head, I’ll give you that.”

He hums, leaning backwards. “Thanks, baby. Now, bend over."

”Excuse me?“ You say.

“C’mon, you can’t just let me eat your pretty pussy and not expect me to get hard. You’re blue balling me here, Princess.”

You’re so genuinely shaken by his unfaltering confidence that you just stare.

“And don’t pretend you don’t love my cock.”

“Hyuck—”

“Bend over, I’m not kidding.”

You’re in a library. Letting him eat you out was already a reach — but you can’t deny that you do love the feeling of him inside you. And he did take good care of you last time. And —

You sigh in defeat, standing. “Remember what I told you last time?"

"You get loud after two. I’ll keep that in mind, baby.”

[ranoutofficssoiwritemyown]

Gojo x Reader

genre: fluff, crack? note: re-uploading this cus why not

Don't get me wrong, you love your boyfriend. You really do. But when he's in bed talking to his best friend on the phone while you're trying to sleep is just annoying. And that laugh that you're in love with sounds so obnoxious right now. You sigh out loud for the third time already so maybe he'll get a hint and either hang up, quiet down, or go to another room. However, he doesn't get it and you're so close to strangling him with his own blindfold

"Satoru?" You mumble so maybe he'll remember that he's not alone in the room.

"Yes, love?"

"I'm trying to sleep"

"Okay, I just need a minute, I swear"

Just a minute. You can wait for just a minute, right? Well, that "minute" was like 10 minutes ago, and at this point, as dramatic as it sounds, you were thinking of just dumping him and going home to sleep because no one interrupts your sleep like this.

Having enough of his annoying ass you tried to sit up and show him that he's not that "honored one" against sleep deprived you. However, you realized that was a mistake because a loud bump your head made against the headboard followed by an "ouch" made Gojo turn his head so fast towards you that it almost gave him a whiplash.

"Suguru, I'll call you later" muttered Satoru whose eyes were still wide

"Oh, so I must get at least a concussion just so you hang up"

What made you furious is that even though he was checking if you were alright he couldn't help but start laughing at you. And no, it wasn't just a small chuckle and yes, it made him tear up.

"Glad you find it funny" You grumble laying back down and turning away.

"C'mon now," he said through laughter while reaching for you "I can't help it, sorry"

"Fuck off" you struggled against him as he wrapped his arm around you from behind. He was much stronger though, so you just gave up and accepted your fate, but still standing your ground and not turning to face him.

"Are you okay? Does your head hurt?" He asked kissing your head and the sweet gesture was tempting enough to turn you to face him.

"It does, actually"

"Awh, my poor baby" Satoru started to rub your head but you slapped his hand away when you saw his lips twitch as he was trying his best to hold his laughter. He realized you noticed it and that was all it took to make him laugh again.

"Asshole" Slapping his chest you tried to turn away again but he wrapped you in his arms and held you to his chest. You could feel his body shaking from laughter.

"I'm sorry" he kissed your head.

"You're still laughing"

"I'm still sorry"

Rolling your eyes you waited for him to calm down. Which didn't take long, surprisingly.

"Satoru"

He hummed, his fingers brushing through your hair.

"If you interrupt my sleep like this again... I'll break up with you"

He gasped dramatically and before he could say anything you beat him to it:

"Oh, shut up! Like you wouldn't replace me with Geto right away"

He gasped again before moving his face away to look at you better.

"How dare you doubt my love for you?"

"Sleep, you drama queen" You chuckled at him and he got back into his previous position.

"I'm not gay tho..."

You scoff

"What was that?" You could feel him scrunching his face up and couldn't help but smile at how cute it was.

"Nothing, love"

"No, you just scoffed, what the fuck?"

"Satoru, sleep or I swear to god what I'll do to you will put that Zenin guy to shame"

"I already did that"

"Satoru!"

"Okay, okay jesus. So aggresive"

You pinch him

"Ouch! Alright" he laid on his back and pulled you to his chest "Good night, darling"

Kissing his chest you mumble "good night" and for his sake, he was silent after that.

[larluce]

Arthur and Merlin travel back in time without knowing the other is from the future too AU (SERIES 2)

FIRST PART (SERIES 1) >> PREVIOUS PART >> NEXT PART

Somehow, Arthur and Merlin end up lying in bed, making out. Things float around the room. Curiously enough, the vases with Merlin's flowers remain in their place.

Arthur: (on top of Merlin, pulls away a bit, looks around, suprised, and then looks back at Merlin)

Merlin: (embarrased and nervous) I didn't mean to! I'm sorry! (lowers the things to their places inmediatly) My magic is linked to my emotions and does that sometimes when my emotions are strong. I normally have good control of it! It hasn't done that in years, I swear!

Arthur: In years?

Merlin: Since I was a kid.

Arthur: (smiles smugly) So... you basically love me so much your magic makes things fly when we kiss?

Merlin: (scolds) Oh, don't go getting a big head! (but he can't help but smile too cause he's relieved Arthur is not freaking out about it) But yes. (blushes more)

Arthur: (mockingly) Now you are going to tell me the butterflies in Leon's chambers were also cause by your magic.

Merlin: ...

Arthur: (pretends to be surprised) They were?!

Merlin: (slaps his chest) Shut up!

Arthur: I'm the Prince, Merlin. You can't shut me up-

Merlin: (kisses him)

Arthur: (Kisses back)

Merlin: (rolls them so he is on top of Arthur and separates the kiss) You were saying? 😏

Arthur: Oh, you can shut me up all you want. (kisses him again)

Kissing Merlin is magic in all senses of the word. Like a breath of air after being underwater drowning, like drinking water after being walking for hours in a hot desert. Arthur never felt more alive, and he is sure of it because, for a long time, he has been dying.

When Merlin told him he loved him just before turning into a tree, he couldn't enjoy it properly. First he was dying, then he was too devasted about Merlin's fate to think in Merlin's last words. The following months the knowlegde of Merlin's feelings started to take place in his mind, but he was too focus on finding a way to fix Merlin's state while being dead inside to dwell on it. It was in the very second he realised he was in love with Merlin, has been for a very long time, that those words hunted him and his already eternal pain turned into agony. Because he realised he wasn't really dead inside. He was still dying, never stopped dying since that day. Constantly dying but never reaching death and that was worst than being dead inside.

So Arthur began picturing "could have been's", even if that only brought him more agony afterwards, it also gave him some sort of relief, hope. Kissing Merlin’s mouth with his own being one of the most recurrent imaginations. And, once he traveled back in time, it was all he could dream of. Every time he encounter Merlin, everytime they were close or Merlin smiled at him. He's been dying to hear his "I love you" again and to kiss those lips so, so much. None of his fantasies live up to this woderful reality.

He was dying and now he is alive.

Merlin: (between kisses, almost a whisper) Gods, I love you.

Arthur: (separates the kiss, breathless) Say it again.

Merlin: (still kind of dizzy from the kiss) Uhm?

Arthur: (almost a plead) Say it.

Merlin: Want to inflate your ego so much?

Arthur: Merlin!

Merlin:(softens his expression and smiles, caressing Arthur's face) I love you.

Arthur: (holding himself from crying cause he's finally able to enjoy, he's finally able to say it back) I love you too.

And they keep on kissing. Arthur puts himself on top of Merlin again and, despite his hunger for him, he's gentle and careful. Still wanting to be respectful, his hands touch and caress over the clothes. Merlin, however, is making that task quite difficult, spreading his legs and his hands exploring under Arthur's shirt. Arthur is barely aware of the things in his rooms flying around again and even some jars breaking at some point. The only thing in his mind is Merlin, Merlin, Merlin.

Leon: (shouting from outside) MY LORD!

Merlin and Arthur: (pull away from each other quickly and the things fall)

Leon: (enters, almost breaking the door down, sword in hand) My lord! Are you... (looks Merlin and Arthur on the bed in quite a state and then the state of the room that is basically a mess. Then turns around, embarrased) My-my apologies. I heard noises and though someone was attacking you, Sire. I-I'll come back later-

Merlin: (all red) No! It's fine. I was leaving. (gets off the bed)

Arthur: (gets off the bed too) Merlin, don't forget- (but when he stands up his trousers fall to the floor)

Merlin: (wide eye, brings his hands to his mouth)

Leon: ...

Arthur: (looks down and then looks at Merlin)

Merlin: (thinking, blushing more than ever) 😳 Oh, gods! Did I do that? When did I untie the laces? Or was it my magic? Nooo how embarrassing! 😫😱 (says with a strangled voice and trying very hard to keep a straight face) Don't forget what, my lord?

Arthur: (also blushing, as he puts his trousers back on) The list of chores I gave you before we...eh... before.

Merlin: (confused) What list- (remembers the list of suspects) Oh, right! (looks around the room and picks up the parchment) I'll see right to it, Sire. (leaves, passing Leon quickly)

Arthur: (to Leon) So... since you interrupted us, better make it worth it.

Leon: The king wants to know if you already have the list of suspects, Sire.

Arthur: I have it. Gather the men. We'll arrest them inmediatly. I just have to... (signals his disheveled self) put myself decent.

Leon: Uhmm... do you... (holding himself from laughing, but can't help but grin) want me to call Merlin for that Sire?

Arthur: Very funny. (orders) Out, Leon.

Leon: Yes, Sire. (bows and is about to leave, but turns to comment) Nice decoration, Sire. (leaves, closing the door behind him)

Arthur: (confused) Decoration? (looks around and notices Merlin's flowers have grown from the vases like vines covering the sufarce near them) This corny idiot. (but he is smiling as he says it)

Merlin manages to warn in advance some of the suspects with Lancelot's help, going house to house. But, as Arthur predicted, several still were arrested in the end.

Time skip. Uther, Arthur, Merlin and the knights in the throne room.

Uther: Have all the suspects been arrested?

Arthur: Most of them. A few have gone to ground.

Uther: Issue a proclamation. All the prisoners will be executed unless the perpetrator of this attack is found.

Merlin: (thinking, affected but not suprised) You wanted to kill them either way.

Arthur: (knowing this was coming, with resignation) I'll see to it, Sire. (thinking) Maybe I can make the suspects part of the sacrifice? That way their deaths won't be in vane. Gods, I don't want to. They are innocents, but I did everything I could to save them and helping them escape would be too suspicious.

Morgana: (enters suddenly, screaming desperate) NO! YOU CAN'T! (runs inside)

Arthur: (very surprised since Morgana hasn't left her chambers in days) Morgana?

Morgana: (to Uther) My lord, none of them are at fault of what happened! They didn't cause the fire!

Uther: We can't be sure of that, Morgana.

Morgana: I am! I am sure because it was me!

Arthur and Merlin: (pale, about to have a heart attack)

Uther: What?

Morgana: I caused the fire.

Arthur: (aproaches, putting himself between Morgana and his father) I think what Morgana is trying to say is that she believes she caused the fire by accident. Maybe lighting the candle at night too close to he curtain. Right, Morgana? (gives her an anxious "don't be stupid and play along with me. WTF do you think you are doing!" look)

Morgana: (ignores him) No, it was magic. I did it with magic.

Merlin: (thinking, in panic) I thought I was the only one who did this kind of madness!

Arthur: (holds Morgana by the shoulders) Morgana, I understand that you don't want these people to die and that you feel guilty. But you don't have to make up this nonsense. None of this is your fault.

Morgana: I'm not making anything up! (to Uther) My lord, you have to believe me I-

Arthur: (shouts, urgently) Merlin, take her out. NOW!

Merlin: (as he takes her out) I'll take you to your chambers, my lady. You still need to rest.

Morgana: (struggling) NO! I'M NOT LYING! I'M A- (but she's dragged out of the room)

Arthur: (to Uther, nervous) You surely don't believe she actually has magic, right father? Is clearly that she is overwhelmed and still very distressed. She never liked when you executed people.

Uther: (with an unreadable expression) Indeed, but she never went as far as to confess she has magic just to stop me.

Arthur: Well, is also the first time you threaten to execute these many people, Sire.

Uther: (with barely contained rage) I know exactly what is happening.

Arthur: (sweats)

Uther: She was enchanted!

Arthur: (sighs in relief)

Uther: Forget the proclamation. They ALL will be executed before sunset! (leaves)

Arthur: (thinking) Shit...

Meanwhile, Merlin dragging Morgana around the halls.

Morgana: Let go of me!

Merlin: Morgana, calm down.

Morgana: I won't calm down! These people are going to be killed because of me!

Merlin: Declaring yourself a sorceress won't save them!

Mogana: (shouts) I'M NOT LYING!

Merlin: (shouts back) I KNOW YOU ARE NOT LYING!

Silence. Morgana stops struggling.

Morgana: ... What?

Merlin: (more quietly) I know you are not lying.

Morgana: You...

Merlin: (puts a finger on his lips in a sign of silence and whispers) Can we go somewhere private?

Time skip. In Morgana's chambers.

Morgana: So... you knew? Since when?

Merlin: A while. Your dreams were my first sign. Those are visions that only seers can have.... And only people with magic can be seers.

Morgana: (hurt and angry) You knew all this time what was happening to me... and you didn't tell me?!

Merlin: I wanted to! But I didn't want to freak you out or to force you to accept something maybe you weren't ready to accept or share. I was waiting for you to tell me when you were ready.

Morgana: (sarcastic) Right. So then I would lower my guard and you could stab me in the back!

Merlin: (confused)...what?

Morgana: I saw you in my dream. Giving me poisoned water. (her eyes water but remains angry) I trusted you, you were my friend, and you poisoned me!

Silence. Merlin steps back, like he's been slapped in the face. First his eyes widen in shock, then his expression softens in understanding and, finally, hurt.

Merlin: You said "you were my friend"... Are we not friends now?

Morgana: A friend of mine would never do that to me!

Merlin: You are right and I haven't. And I won't.(thinking) Not in this life. Never in this life. Please, believe me.

Morgana: Then why did I dream that?!

Merlin: I don't know! But I would never hurt you! Morgana- (aproaches, trying to put a comforting hand on her shoulder)

Morgana: (steps back and yells) Stay away from me!

Merlin: (retreats his hand, his eyes watering) Oh... I see. I can't blame you.

Morgana: Blame me? For what?

Merlin: For believing in a vision of a possible future before believing in me.

Why would he? It's true he didn't inmediatly think illy of Morgana when Kilgharrah told him she would be evil and do harm, but he did stop himself from helping her directly because of that. He left her alone and then betrayed her because of his own fear which only led her to become what she became in the end. He is the last person that can judge her. Still, he can't help but sound sad and hurt. Not only because of her words, but because he wasn't prepare to lose her friendship again.

Has... has he lost her again?

No! He won't give up. He'll fight for her this time. Convince her he means no harm. That she can trust her. No matter how much it costs him.

But for now is clear Morgana doesn't want him near, so he'll repect that and let her be.

Morgana: (feeling bad at Merlin's words) Merlin...

Merlin: (blinks to stop the tears in his eyes and masters a polite smile) It's alright, my lady. I understand completely. My apologies for disturbing you. I won't come near you again unless you want me to. (bows and starts leaving)

Morgana: Wait! (stops him by the arm) I'm sorry. You are right. That was unfair of me. I can't hold you for something you haven't committed.

Merlin: I understand, my lady.

Morgana: Don't call me that! (to herself) Gods, now I understand Arthur. (to Merlin) Merlin, I still want to be your friend. I do believe you, I was just scared and I took it out on you. Please, forgive me.

Merlin: (thinking, relief and emotional) She confronted me about her vision and then apologized. She is so much better than I ever was (says, smiling) Of course.

Morgana: (hugs him) I'm so sorry. I was a terrible friend.

Merlin: (hugging her back) It's alright. Morgana, I wasn't lying when I said I understood. (pulls away) I'm also very scared that you dreamt that, even when I know I don't have any intention of poisoning you or harm you in any way. (thinking) It does worry me a lot. Why did she dream that?

Morgana: Maybe... someone will force you to do it?

Merlin: Maybe. But I don't want there to be the slightest possibility. So... I will give you the perfect weapon to defend yourself from me.

Morgana: (horrified at the idea) No! Merlin, there's no need. I believe you would never hurt me, I really do.

Merlin: I know. But the fear will always be there and if you dreamt it, we may as well do something to prevent it.

Morgana: I don't-

Merlin: Please, let me. If not for your sake, then for mine. Please.

Morgana: (sighs) Fine.

Merlin: (holds her hand an enchants) Blóstmá. (his eyes glow and a flower appears in her hand)

Morgana: (stunned) Wh... what? 😧

Merlin: I'm a sorcerer. A warlock really.

Morgana: What's the difference?

Merlin: Sorcerers have to learn spells and enchantments to master magic. I, on the other hand, didn't have to learn anything to be able to do magic. I just have it.

Morgana: (emotional) Like... me?

Merlin: (nods and smiles) That's the weapon I give you. Now a word of you is enough to kill me.

Morgana: You also know I'm a sorceress.

Merlin: You think Uther would believe the word of a servant over yours? He couldn't even believe yours when you told him.

Morgana: (facepalms herself at the memory) Ugh, I was so stupid!

Merlin: (laughs softly) I'm sure Uther didn't believe it. (turns serious again) But he would believe you if you told him about me.

Morgana: I would never turn you in.

Merlin: Just as I would never hurt you. But just in case, now you are safe.

Morgana: (watches the flower in her hand, her eyes watering) I always been taught that magic is evil, that it corrupts your soul.

Merlin: It is not! (picks up the flower) Magic is not evil, nor is good. It just is. (the flower floats in his hand, moving its petals like a butterfly) Is how you decide to use it that matters. And your magic is a gift, capable of wonderful things.

Morgana: I almost burned down my room.

Merlin: Because you were scared. With time you'll learn how to control it. (the flower floats back to Morgana's hand) I will teach you how to control it.

Morgana: (excited) You will?

Merlin: If you let me, of course.

Morgana: (tears of happiness roll down her eyes) I'd love to.

Merlin smiles. Morgana wouldn't be alone this time. He'll make sure of it.

Time skip. In Arthur's chambers, which is not a mess anymore, though the vines of flowers weren't removed.

Arthur: (in his desk, looking defeated)

Merlin: (enters suddenly) I know how to save them!

Arthur: (confused) Who?

Merlin: The suspects! (sits on Arthur's table infront of him) Uther wants to execute them because he can't find the responsible for the fire in Morgana's chambers, right?

Arthur: Yes.

Merlin: So we just have to take the person responsible to the King before sunset. There, problem solved.

Arthur: (sarcastic) Wow... what brilliant idea, Merlin! Why didn't it occurred to me before? Oh, right. Because there is no one responsable!

Merlin: True, because it was... eh... the thunder. But! What if we could make one up?

Arthur: (more confused)...what?

Merlin: Here me out. I know there is an informant in the castle. Probably a spy from Odin, because he was the one who let Myror get in the castle so he could kill you.

Arthur: (very surprised) Wha-How do you know that?

Merlin: Myror kind of let it slip before he tried to slit my throat.

Arthur: WHAT?! 😨

Merlin: (explains quickly) He entered my room and I defeated him using magic, that's why I didn't tell you. So the informant-

Arthur: (almost shouting) You can't tell me you were almost murdered and expect me to-

Merlin: Let it go, I know. We'll talk about my almost assesination attempt later, I promise. Now focus. I know who this informant is. He was the only one who seemed surprised when you woke up alive the next day. And guess who it is?

Arthur: Who?

Merlin: Bentley!

Arthur: (making memory and then his eyes widen with surprised) That's one of Morgana's guards!

Merlin: Which gives him direct access to her chambers.

Arthur: And you think he was behind the fire in Morgana's chambers too?

Merlin: No, but... he could be... easily blamed for it?

Arthur: ...

Merlin: (sighs) Look, I know this is dishonrable and vile. But you have to understand-

Arthur: I'll do it.

Merlin: (surprised) Really? 😧

Arthur: Being informant of Odin alone would be enough for my father to execute him. Adding him one more crime won't change that. He can take the blame.

Merlin: (still perplexed that Arthur agreed to this so easily, but decides not to dwell on it) Oh... Okay.

Arthur: So, do you have any proof? I'm guessing you've been investigating him for a while.

Merlin: (gets some letters out of his pocket) I got these from his room. (gives them to Arthur and he starts reading them) Supposedly they are from a distant relative and they don't say nothing incriminatory. But I know they are from Odin! They must be coded or something. But I haven't been able to decipher them.

Arthur: (thoughtfully as he analyses one letter) Uhm... The messages are very brief. (stretches the parchment) Yet he used a lot of parchment (points the candle in the table) Light the candle.

Merlin: (gets off the table and starts leaving)

Arthur: (stops him) Where are you going?

Merlin: I need the nips to light the candle.

Arthur: With your magic, Merlin!

Merlin: Oh, right! (blushes) Sorry, the habit. (his eyes glow and lights the candle)

Arthur: (puts the letter near the fire and finds the hidden message) It's invisible tint. (looks at Merlin triumphal, smiling) We have him.

So Bentley is bring before the king, accused of both helping in Arthur's assesination attempt and the attack on Morgana. The guard confesses to be informant of Odin but denies being behind the fire. Not even when Arthur shows the proof: fragments of a vase with a weird smell, which Merlin "found" when he helped cleaning Morgana's chambers the day of the attack, that turned out to be a part of incendiary chemical weapon known as Greek Fire. And both the invisible tint and the Greek Fire were greek technices. Gaius supports the theory and adds that the prolonged exposure to the smell of the chemical could have "effects on the brain" which was probably what made Morgana "delirious". Bently still denies being part of the attack, but the King has had enough. He is sentenced to beheading and, since magic was never behind the attack on Morgana, all the suspects are realeased.

Time skip. At night. In Arthur's chambers.

Merlin: (after he finishes changing Arthur's clothes) Thank you. I know it mustn't have been easy for you. Lie to your father like that and make that man take the blame, even if he was already a bad person.

Arthur: ...

Merlin: Arthur?

Arthur: (whispering, to himself) It was actually too easy.

Merlin: (not sure he heard correctly, frowns, confused) Uhm?

Arthur: (holds his hands) Merlin, I have to tell you something. It's nothing bad and it's going to sound crazy once you hear, but you've been honest with me, so I want to be honest with you too.

Merlin: Okay.

Arthur: I... I'm not... I'm from...

Merlin: (worried) What? Arthur, you are shaking. (puts a hand on Arthur's shoulder) Are you okay?

Arthur: (sighs) I'm afraid of sleeping.

Merlin: Oh... is this because of that nightmare?

Arthur: (nods, embarrased) I've been having them for a while. But lately, they are turning worse.

Merlin: What are they about?

Arthur: I... don't remember once I wake up, but the feeling stays there.

Merlin: (knows Arthur is probably lying, but he doesn't push it, respecting his privacy) I don't recall you having nightmares when we were in the farm.

Arthur: Because we slept in the same bed-well, floor there. (holds Merlin by the waist) Your presence always fly the nightmares away.

Merlin: (mocks) Awww, who is being cheesy now? (but blushes at Arthur closeness) Maybe I could... you know... sleep with you tonight.

Arthur: (opens his eyes wide and smirks)

Merlin: (slaps his shoulder) Just to sleep, you pervert!

Arthur: I didn't say anything!

Merlin: And it will be just for tonight. To scare the nightmares away.

Arthur: Of course. Just for tonight.

And from then on, Merlin will never sleep in his chambers ever again.

...

In with this "The Nightmare Begins" ends.

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[willsimpforanyone]

Hey! I was wondering if you could do a poly!solangelo x child of eros!reader smut? And there was this tiny bit of angst since reader is the child eros and well, ya know what happened last time nico saw eros/cupid? Thanks!!!!!!!!:D

i can do that, thank you for waiting so patiently! as per usual, everyone in this fic is in their 20s at least as they have their own apartment and no one below 25 can afford that shit

reader will use they/them pronouns and generally i don't refer to genitals unless the ask specifies them

hoo boy this got away from me

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I draped myself over the back of the sofa, arms flung around Nico's neck. "Hey gorgeous, how're you?"

The flinch he gave, no matter how hidden, didn't go unnoticed. He didn't say anything and I immediately pulled away. I walked round to the front of the sofa, sitting at the end with a good two feet of space between me and my boyfriend.

"You okay? Do you not want to be touched?" Which I was fine with, it just meant I'd go and find Will to lean on- being a child of Eros meant I was somewhat touchy and that wasn't always okay with people.

Nico shifted uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact. "Hm? Yeah, y-yeah, I'm fine."

Bullshit.

"Bullshit, what's wrong?"

He shot a glare at me and seemed to immediately regret it, curling in on himself and tucking his head into his hands. I hesitated, slowly getting off the sofa. "Alright, I'm going to get Will, because this looks like I've done something and I don't know how to get you to tell me."

I made it almost to the door when Nico sighed. "Wait, come back, I-" His voice was thick, like he was swallowing tears. "-I can tell you, you don't have to get Will, just... c'mere, okay?"

Carefully, I returned to my seat on the sofa, clasping my hands together to resist holding his. Nodding, I waited patiently for Nico to explain.

After a moment, he turned to face me. "It's not your fault, I know that, but sometimes... sometimes it sucks that I never... for fucks' sake!" Nico dragged his hands through his hair. Instinctively I reached out, only to pull my hand back. Nico liked touch on his terms, and I would be a really shitty partner if I didn't respect that.

Instead, I cleared my throat. "Neeks, not to push you, but you're not making much sense."

Nico nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I know, sorry, um." He took a deep breath.

"Do you know what day it is?"

"Yeah, it's-" Oh. Oh, shit, it's a real bad anniversary. "Oh, fuck, Nico, I totally forgot!" I jumped off the sofa and made to leave. "I'll- I don't know, go for a walk or go to someone's house, of course you don't want to be around me-"

Nico practically leapt across the sofa to stop me leaving. "No! No, don't go, I'm not mad at you, I'm not, I swear." My hand was tightly grasped in his and it took everything in me not to melt. I let myself be led back onto the sofa.

"I'm not mad, it's just a bit difficult when someone you love was created by a god who ruined your life, y'know?" He gave a watery laugh. "Well, one of the gods that ruined my life."

I gave a small smile. "I get it, Neeks, I do, but I need you to be honest with me, okay?" He nodded, and I continued. "Would it make it easier if I just... left, for today? Go over to to Piper's or something?"

Nico wiped at the tears welling in his eyes. "Please, don't go. I love you too much to let your dad get in the way."

There was a pause, and we both burst out laughing.

"Oh my gods, that's such a weird sentence!" I cackled, and Nico buried his face in his hands to hide his smile.

"Wow." His voice was muffled but sounded less like he was going to burst into tears.

"What happened?" Will's head poked round the door, sunny smile directed at the pair of us.

I shook my head. "Nah, just realising that my existence is awkward."

Nico half-heartedly slapped my leg. "Hey, no, your dad's existence is awkward." We began giggling again.

Will waltzed into the room, pressing kisses onto the tops of our heads. "Ah, I see, that time of year, huh?" Wow, he catches on quicker than I do, apparently.

Nodding, Nico slid over to me to make space for his other partner. "Yep, I shall be mourning the fact that I didn't get to come out on my own terms for the rest of the day, just so you know." Will flopped onto the sofa and I immediately reached out, grabbing his hand so I was touching both of them.

"Well," Will began. "Thanks for the warning, honey, but you don't have to do that."

"I will, though, it's not really my choice." Nico gave a small rueful smile.

Will looked at me with an eyebrow raised. "I mean, I've sort of had an idea hidden in the depths of my mind for a day such as this."

Both Nico and I perked up, curious. Nico shifted until he was facing Will, back leaning against my side. "Sounds dangerous, but go on."

Clearing his throat, Will played with my fingers. "It's sort of a... roleplaying... thing." I raised my eyebrows back at him, and he shrugged. "Look, just something to make Nico feel like he's just... experimenting, unsure of his sexuality and hasn't come out to anyone yet."

I couldn't judge Nico's expression, but he hadn't turned to stone which I took as a good sign. His ribs vibrated against me as he spoke. "I'm... curious, continue."

Will sat up straighter. "Okay, um, something like we'd picked you up from a bar or something, convinced you to come home with us, allowing you to experiment with us, have us experiment with you, just stuff that a closeted gay might be interested in but without any potentially toxic fallout."

Pretending to take home an innocent Nico and letting him explore exactly what he wants? I couldn't lie, that was a pretty good idea as long as Nico was into it.

Very carefully, I tuned into Nico's body language. One of the weird little gifts I had from Eros was being incredibly attuned to body language and what it meant for each person. Will had gone from somewhat nervous to more confident when Nico had said he was interested.

Nico's shoulders were loose, his fingers interwining with mine, his heart was pounding and there was a red flush creeping down his neck. Without seeing his face, I could fairly confidently say he was interested in this idea of Will's.

Fidgetting slightly, Nico swallowed. "Hypothetically, when would you want to do this?"

Will shrugged. "I mean, the point of this exercise is to distract you, give you positive memories of before you came out." There were air quotes around the last four words. "So, hypothetically, if you wanted, we could start now." He paused. "Obviously you'd be able to safeword out of it at any time, you know that, right?"

Nico was nodding before he could catch himself. "Y-yeah, Oedipus."

Will made eye contact with me. "Hey, you down for this?"

I grinned. "Oh, so very down, baby."

Lifting himself off the sofa, Will reached for me. "Okay, Neeks, we're going to go out to the kitchen, then we'll come back in after a minute or so and get started, alright?" I took Will's hand and together we left Nico on the sofa.

My skin was buzzing, but I let Will lead me into the kitchen.

"Hey, Will?"

"Yeah, honey?"

I swallowed. "Can I kiss you?"

Will grinned. "Feeling a little deprived of affection, are we?"

Rolling my eyes, I pulled him closer, letting his hand go in favour of wrapping my arms around his waist. "Please?"

In answer, Will pressed his lips against mine. I surged forward, delighting in finally being allowed to touch and kiss and feel someone against me. Will's hands cradled my head and I melted into him, transferring all the desire to touch Nico in the last twenty minutes or so onto Will.

He pulled away, laughing lightly at my whine, and pecked my nose. "I know, babe, but we have a baby gay out there, waiting to be shown the ropes, isn't he worth cutting this a little short?"

That sent a shiver down my spine. "Yeah, absolutely, come on." I dragged Will into the bedroom, the pair of us searching for a couple things to lay out on the bedside table before Will caught me in one last kiss.

The trip from the bedroom to the living room was the longest journey in the world. Nico was standing by the mantlepiece, pretending to admire the picture of me and Will on holiday. He'd strategically put all other photos with him in them to face down- he was into the game and I was delighted to see him invested.

Will strode forward. "Hey, you like our home?"

Nico nodded. "It's lovely." His eyes ran over the cheesy rainbow flag bunting we put up last year and never took down. "It's great that you're so open in who you are, too."

I slung an arm over Will's shoulders. "Thank you, hun." I took a slight risk. "You could be too, y'know."

Shaking his head, Nico folded in on himself. "Maybe. Not right now, though."

Sidling up to him, I nudged his shoulder. "No, of course not, it's just us right now." Nico leaned slightly into my side and I looked back at Will, as if to ask him something.

He came up on the other side of Nico. "So, me and my partner were wondering, of course you can say no, it's just a suggestion, but-"

I interrupted. "Get to the point, darling."

Will pretended to glare at me. "What am I supposed to do," he hissed, just loud enough for both Nico and me to hear. "Just tell him we want to fuck him? I have manners!"

Nico coughed lightly, and both Will and I froze as if we'd been caught.

"Y-you..." Nico swallowed, trying to keep the smile off his face. "You want to- fuck me?"

I sighed, gently turning Nico to face me. "I'm not gonna lie to you, we may have had an ulterior motive in offering you a place to stay for the night, but that doesn't mean you owe us anything, okay? If you don't want to, then we can order pizza, watch a movie and make up the sofa for you to crash on."

Will, careful not to spook Nico, wrapped his arms around his waist from behind. "But, if you want to, my partner and I would love to..." He paused, considering his words. "...make you feel good, darlin', in any way you'd like."

Nico took a shuddering breath, trying to hide how much this idea was affecting him. "I-I don't know what I'd like, I've never been with..."

"That's alright, honey." I reached up and tucked his dark curls behind his ear. "We can help you figure that out, if you'd like." He looked at me with such trust in his expression I almost caved. This was the innocence that was hidden from him, but was still there, it just needed a little coaxing to come out. "So, what do you say, handsome?"

Under the careful ministrations of both me and Will, Nico relaxed and nodded. "O-okay, yes, I'd like that."

A grin spread across my lips and I trailed my hand from his cheek, along his neck, down his arm and twisted my fingers in his. "Then come this way, we'll take care of you, we promise."

I led the three of us into the bedroom. We sat Nico down on the bed, and his eyes drifted to the things on the bedside table. Will explained the condoms and the lube and that there was a bunch of toys in the drawer below that we didn't need to use but were there in case he wanted to see what they did.

Slipping onto the sheets beside Nico, I rested a hand on the back of his neck as Will explained in a way he would to someone that had no idea what they were doing. This kept Nico grounded and meant I could feel his heartbeat, blood thumping through him and giving away how excited he was.

"Will, baby," I interrupted. "I think he gets the idea."

Will grinned sheepishly. "I just want him to know what could happen." He kneeled down, leaning a hand on Nico's knee. "You still okay with everything still?"

Nico nodded, and I guided his head to face me. "Hey, can I kiss you?"

Instead of a verbal answer, Nico pushed into my space, wrapping his arms around my neck and kissing me hard. I reciprocated with as much fervour, closing my eyes and enjoying the familiar experience of kissing one of my partners. My arms secured around his waist and I hoisted him into my lap, drinking the whine from his lips.

Will pulled gently on the hem of Nico's shirt, pulling it off only when Nico pulled away from me very briefly. I ran my hands over his bare torso, thrilled with the hitch of breath I got when I ghosted my fingers over his nipples. I dragged my nails over them again and was rewarded with Nico throwing his head back and moaning from deep in his chest.

His hips were shifting, clearly getting uncomfortable. I broke away from where I'd been nipping a lovely flower patch of red and purple into his skin to look at Will.

Eyes hungry and wanting, Will was also shirtless and hard in his sweatpants. I raised an eyebrow. "Nico, sweetheart, hop off me for a moment, will you?" It took a moment for him to respond, but he obediently wiggled off my lap.

I slipped off my trousers, exposing my legs and shuffled back until I had my back against the headboard, the pillows holding me at an angle. Beckoning for Nico to come back, he crawled over and I positioned him until his back was against my chest. Will fell on the bed, eyeing Nico like a predator does prey.

Breathing against Nico's ear, I shot a wicked grin Will's way. "You wanna get fucked, handsome?" Nico's back arched against me and I felt the desperate groan more than I heard it.

"F-fuck, yes-!"

Will stripped Nico of the rest of his clothes, licking his lips at the sight of Nico's cock, red and hard and drippy with precum. "I'm gonna prep you first, okay darlin'? You think you can handle that?"

Nico nodded frantically. I smoothed my hand along the planes of Nico's ribs and hips. "Be nice, Will, he's new to all this."

I delighted in the twin moans that drew from my partners. Carefully, I reached down and pulled Nico's legs apart, thighs exposing him and a delicious blush spreading down his chest.

Grabbing the lube, Will coated his fingers in the substance and kneeled between Nico's legs. He winked. "I'll be gentle, promise."

Nico keened as the first finger eased into him, body adjusting to the intrusion and relaxing as I pressed kisses into his hair and Will went slow and soft, keeping up the pretense that this wasn't an intimately familiar situation.

"So good for me," Will breathed as Nico took a second finger, then a third. "Such a good boy for us, Nico." Said 'good boy' preened under the attention, body limp and pliable against me.

It didn't take long for Will to withdraw his hand. Nico let out a broken cry of want, and I shushed him in his ear. "Shh, I know, baby, I know, but don't you want Will to fuck you? Be the first one to experience you like this?"

Nico dug his nails into my legs bracketing him and nodded frantically. "P-please, I need him, I-I need him to f-fuck me so bad-!"

I grinned, lazily drawing circles around his nipples. "Aww, so precious, baby, wanna be fucked so bad." I looked back to Will applying a condom and hissing as he jerked himself with lube. "Don't keep us waiting, honey, you heard him."

Will practically leapt on Nico, catching him in a heavy kiss, tongues moving lazily and I held my hips as still as I could, occasionally grinding up against Nico.

They broke apart and Will sat back, lifting Nico's hips up and massaging his hole with a thumb. "You want me to fuck you, huh?" Nico rolled his hips in a frankly obscene way, and Will could stand it no longer.

He guided his cock into Nico, and I had the pleasure of hearing their sighs and moans at finally, finally getting some relief. The jealous part of me reared its head for just a second before it was pushed down by the delicious sight of Will fucking into Nico at a slow, steady pace, cock dragging against insides with wonderful friction. They fit together so well, I was so lucky to know and love and be known and loved in return.

I felt my body rocking in tandem with Will's thrusts, my hands firmly on Nico's waist to stop him wriggling too much. Whimpers and moans sang in my ears and it became harder and harder to not reach down and touch myself to the sights and sounds and sensations.

Will's breathing got heavier and heavier. "I-I'm gonna come, darlin', feels so fuckin' good, my gorgeous boy..."

I reached down and wrapped a hand around Nico's cock, hardly moving as the force of Will's thrusts let Nico fuck my hand. Nico grasped at the sheets, eyes rolling back in his head. "Sh-shit...!"

Nico came with a broken cry, tears spilling over his cheeks and Will buried himself to the hilt inside Nico, spilling into the condom with a throaty groan and leaving red fingerprints on Nico's hips.

The moment was quiet, panting as the only noise.

Very gently, Will pulled out, kissing Nico's knees apologetically as he hissed in overstimulation. In the softest voice, Will murmured, "I'll be back, gimme a sec." He slipped off the bed, legs slightly shaky and wobbled to the bathroom.

With as much effort as he could master, Nico rolled off me, pulling me down to lay with him face to face. Eyelids low, fucked out expression on his face, he gave me a small smile. "You didn't come."

I shook my head. "It's fine, gorgeous, this was about you, remember?"

In response, Nico nudged his leg between mine, pushing his thigh against me as he threw an arm around my waist and moving as close to me as he could get. His voice was breathy and worn out and unbelieveably sexy. "Use me."

Still keyed up from the sight of my partners lost in pleasure and with Nico's thigh between my legs applying a delectable amount of pressure, I rolled my hips against him. "That's it," Nico tucked his face into my neck, laving his tongue over my pulse point. I shivered and felt him grin. "Use me, sweetheart, I know you want to, I wanna feel you come, please?"

Well, when he asked so nicely, what could I do but obey? I grinded against Nico's leg, breathing hard and letting my boyfriend trace shapes with his tongue against my skin. In a few minutes I was right on the edge. Nico reached his hand down and into my underwear and in the next few seconds I was coming, soaking my underwear and his hand and his thigh. "So good, fuck, you look so good when you come."

"Oh shut up." I blushed hard and Nico kissed my cheek.

"Absolutely not."

Will returned, accompanied with towels and the sound of a running bath behind him. "Come on, this isn't over, we're still taking care of you, Neeks."

Rolling his eyes, Nico bit gently into my neck and I squeaked. "Nico!"

He sat up, a shit-eating grin on his face. "I'll come be taken care of, but only if I get to make you come properly." His eyes burned into mine, and I was helpless.

"You get an attitude after sex, you know that?"

Nico grinned, then his eyes widened, looking between me and Will. "Hey, guys? I think I might be gay."

Will face-palmed as Nico cackled. "Just get in the bath, Neeks."

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okay this took me like almost 2 hours to write so i am in Pain but i hope you enjoyed!!

[darkness-follows]

NOBODY ASKED FOR THIS IDK WHY IM WRITING IT

Abuse of power

Shane x Female Reader oneshot

Tw: Shane is a piece of shit, if you watched the Shield or just some of it you'll know. Abusing his Power as a cop. Rough Sex. Rough Oral.

Dub Con kinda stuff guys.

Slapping each other around a bit...Beware. Mention of a bloody kiss. Creampie (Shanes favorite item on the menu)

And minors do not read please.

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Interview time with one of Shanes favorite P.I's.

"I don't know okay.. I swear I didn't hear anything" you sigh, Shane has you pressed between him and his station car, he's always been like that, since you met him, pushy and grabby and overall way too much in your space. He might have squeezed your ass a few times or your breasts... and yeah there was that one time where he made you give him a blow job in the back of his private truck. But other than that? He never took it to actual Sex. And he might be a bit off and uncomfortable but he's never been too rough with you.

He doesn't slap you around or degrade you too much. Sometimes you even think he really likes talking to you.

"Give me something, anything Baby, you don't want me to bust you for hookin' now do you?" He teases.

"I'm not a fucking hooker?!" You try to get away from him but no way, no chance.

"Good luck tryin' to proof that to the Departement darlin' " The evil tease in his voice, the smirk on his face. He makes you sick and at the same time... blowing him wasn't the worst thing you've ever done.

"I really don't have anything Shane! I swear, not a peep at the moment. Not between me and my girls or the idiots we hook up with, alright, I can't help you on this one! Now...let me go" You try to squeeze past him again but he doesn't let you. His hands grab your hips, you can feel his fingers digging into your bones.

"If I find out your lying to me..." Shane warns. He leans in closer, you can feel his breath against your cheek. "I'm going to shove my 9 inches into every fucking hole you got" He pushes you away almost so hard that you go stumbling. But you manage to catch yourself in time. Watching him get in the car and drive off.

Fuck.

You hope that wasn't a real threat because..you just lied to him.

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"SHIT" You try to push the door shut again but no chance, Shane already has his boot and then the rest of his leg in the door. He's not alone either, feeling two strong arms wrap around you from behind. "You lied to me Angel! Im so..- heartbroken! You didn't tell me that TJ came to your fucking house to what..? Get a quickie in and hide his god damn coke?" He asks.

"Really hoping he didn't shove it up your ass but I might have to do a little search just to be sure" He grabs your face to force you to look at him.

"No...no- please I swear it wasn't like that. He didn't hide anything! I promise...Shane.. I promise. I tell you where, I tell you" You beg and thank god he nods, the arms release you, fuck, Vic.

"I got this." Shane tells him and you watch Vic slowly leave. That's either good or really bad.

"So? He fucked you and stashed his shit somewhere. Where?" He huffs.

"He didn't fuck me..." You groan. "He forced me to let him in, cried like a little bitch and told me he put the damn powder into a flour jar in the youth Center...-" You sigh. Thank god that Center is on summer break. "Oh, really? Cause he told me a different Story!" Shit. He found TJ before coming here. "What's his Version?" You ask when he looks around your place, not exactly treating your things kindly.

"His story was that he hid it here after he fucked you from behind sweetie, now I don't care which tale is true here. I just gotta know where the blow is at" He points out. After knocking some of your stuff over he walks back towards you, taking a fistful of your hair and throwing you onto your knees.

"THE YOUTH CENTER! Shane I swear! Flour Box in the kitchen cabinet." You look up at him with pleading eyes. Watching him make a phone call and moments later you hear a car leaving your driveway.

"They are going to check that out but darlin' if that is another lie...." he tugs on your hair as a warning. Sitting down on your couch with a loud sigh, he lets go of your hair to light up a cigarette. "Why did you lie, your blowing this whole god damn thing for me, you ain't gonna get any more paychecks i hope you fucking know that" He huffs.

"Because he was crying...like a Baby....I felt bad but I told him there is no way in hell he's gonna leave this shit here..So he took it over there. That's all there is to it, I didn't know you guys cared so damn much for a brick of coke" You frown. "Hey!" His foot kicks into your side "You got no idea what this is about so shut it" He uses your coffee mug as ashtray at least. This whole waiting and sitting around, him on your couch and you on the floor thing is more than nervewrecking. What if TJ moved it and it's not there? Would he...- would Shane kill you?

When he gets a call you prey a little, not being religous at all, but it can't hurt right?

When he gets off the phone you shake...hands trembling, looking up at him with big eyes. "You got lucky this time, Vic found it." Shane mumbles.

Oh thank fucking god.

"That doesn't mean your off the hook, you lied to me." Shane reminds, you watch him stand up again, grabbing a hold of your shirt and then he draws back his right arm, turns his hand into a fist.

"Please don't..- don't hurt me. I'm sorry, god so so sorry!" You claw at his jeans. "Shane. Let me Show you how sorry, please." You open his belt with a nervous smile, dragging down his zipper. He's simple like that, it will work.

His arm lowers itself and in a matter of seconds he's shoving his cock into your mouth, down your throat. Making you Violently choke on it, sob around it, gag on it, all the things you know he likes. It's better than a beating, and even though you hate his fucking guts you can't help but to moan around him. Show him how good you can be, useful, that you suck cock a lot better without a busted lip.

Shane slowly breaks it off to sit down on the couch, watching you follow and lift your arms onto his lap before your head leans back down.

He is simple like that. Which is great for you, works in your favor. Might mean you will get out of this one smoothly. He tugs on your hair but gently this time, hearing a deep rumble and moan coming out of him turns you on. Oh he's been desperate for this, he didn't get off in a while. You can tell.

But to Shane a blowjob won't be enough, not tonight. He lets you treat his dick like a candy cane for a little while longer before he grabs your head with both hand, lifting it off of his hard and aching actual 9 inch cock. You lick your lips and wipe your mouth when you look up at him, he loves this shit.

"He really didn't screw you? TJ.." He asks.

You wonder why he's so strangely curious about it. But when his hand holds your chin and his thumb wipes softly over your lips you smile genuinely up at him.

"No, fuck no, crying piece of shit like that? Im not that desperate." You huff. Licking along his cock from the base to his tip and watching him throw his head back. "Maybe he said it cause he knew it would get to you?" You suggest.

"Get to me? Why would that get to me? I don't give a shit about you or who you spread your god damn legs for" Shane huffs, he seems really annoyed at that. Botherd. So much so that he shoves you off, pulling his pants back on. Why is he always so weird?

"So the idea of him bending me over and fucking me in the ass doesn't bother you?" You ask curiously. He scoffs at you, getting up from the couch and grabbing his jacket. "No" He huffs loudly.

He's lying.

It totally does bother him. Fuck, but he's been so...ugh. That can't be how he behaves around a woman he actually likes right?

"Are you...jealous?" You get up, a teasing look on your face. "You totally are! But that would mean that you like me and- there is no way because you treat me like dogshit" You point out.

He moves to the door but his hand stays on the handle, not twisting it. You can see how he's breathing faster, the anger on his face, how he seems as if he's aruging mentally with himself right now.

"I'm not, and your right, there is no way. You mean nothin' to me darlin' nothin' . But..- you are into that, you love it when I treat you like that, when I press myself against you, when I grab at you, when I pull your hair and throw you around like some 20$ whore from the street corner." He points out. Hanging his jacket at the door before he takes a step towards you again.

"The more you squirm against me, the stronger that urge in you gets to spit in my face or clock me one the harder you make me baby. That's what you know, that's why you do it" Shane does it again, pushing you into the wall and pressing himself against you.

"Your into women spitting on you?" You question with a laugh. Then the back of his hand connects with your face, not hard enough to leave a bruise but hard enough to make you try and squirm away from him again. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't like that" He huffs back.

And then you spit into his face.

You watch him slowly wipe it off with the back of his hand, and then his tongue licks up your spit from his hand. Fucking god.

Whoever breaks first now admits to what the other accused them of. If he kisses you he's gonna admit that he actually likes you, if you kiss him first you admit that you like being smacked around a little.

Shane kisses you first.

Which is surprising considering you had his dick in your mouth not too long ago. The way he's kissing is so demanding, needy, he wants to possess all of you, your mouth, your body, every fucking inch of you. You push yourself harder against him, moaning softly into his mouth when your tongues press roughly into each other.

When the air thins in your lungs you pull back slowly, searching his eyes. "Jesus Shane, really?" You question. He looks guilty, he looks broken that he admitted to liking you. "Vic wanted me to rough you up, not a whole lot, just enough to make you understand that you can't lie to me, to us." He frowns. "He's gonna be so pissed when he finds out I screwed you instead.." He sighs deeply.

"What would that have done? Just because you are scared of someone doesn't mean you magically start yappin' the truth. It would have done nothing to me except for giving me a Black eye or a busted lip." Your hands stroke over his chest, toying with the buttons on his shirt.

"Your right and I'm sorry that I almost.. -" his hand touches your cheek. He almost did it. That's how much Power Vic and the guys have over him.

"But you didn't Shane, and that little backhanded smack-" You shrug. Feeling his hands tickle your sides "I knew it!" He laughs. "You totally liked it, I'm never wrong about my women" He says proudly.

"Can you just fuck me now, Shane? Mark what's yours? Cause I don't want..TJ or some other fucking gang banger. I want you, I want the Cop that had his hands all over me from the day we met" You kiss his jaw.

"Promised you 9 inches in every hole for that lie of yours didn't I? Let's get to work then" He grabs your pants and practically tears them down, doing the same with your panties but being as gross as he is... He takes them and brings them to his nose and mouth. Taking a deep breath.

"God darlin' how do you manage that scent, that's the greatest smelling pussy I've ever known" He comments, you take Note on how he stuffs your panties into the back pocket of his jeans..fuck.

"Remember that Collin guy? You wanted to know so so badly where he was, you pinned me to the car, I was squirming against you, you didn't leave off me and then you took a hold of my crotch. Pressed two fingers between my legs while I started talking about where he's hiding out at?" You huff.

"Mhm?" His hand moves there again, cupping you and pushing two fingers into you.

"Those are the same panties I wore that day. Washed of course but, I think it's a bit funny." You point out. "If I remember that correctly too.. you were beggin' me to stop, wanna repeat that?" He asks.

You bite your lip, rolling your hips slowly into his touch to simulate squirming against him again. "Shane stop...-" You try to squeeze your legs together but his big hand is in the way.

"STOP...- stop stop..- please I told you where he is, that's all I know" You mimic your voice from back then. The expression on his face is adoreable, he really is an asshole but god he's so fucking hot. The way he moves his fingers into you, so deep and steady.

His other hand lifts your leg up, he starts moving against you as if he's fucking you against the wall but it's still only his two fingers. "You better be honest with me from now on, I can only convince Vic that it was a mistake and you will never do it again one exact time. It won't work a second time..." and suddenly the play pretend turns into the Real Deal again.

"Don't care who's sobbing into your ear, you hear me?" His fingers move harder, rough now, Drilling into you at a not so comfortable angle.

"What's he gonna do if it happens again?" You ask with genuine fear on your face and his silence makes your stomach turn. "I vouch for you, for this one, I'd forgive you a second time, he wouldn't. I don't know how he would handle it. Bust you for hookin' somehow." He takes his hand away from your wet core. Licking his fingers with a loud 'pop' before he undoes his belt and zipper, dropping it all onto the floor.

"Turn around" He nods towards the wall.

"No" You huff, not after what he just said?! That Vic would throw you in jail for something you didn't do if you ever forget to tell the whole truth again?

He scoffs at you, hands grabbing your hips, turning you around and pressing you into the wall. "Shane! Shane don't! Im not done talking about this..." You squirm for Real this time. His ego is sickening.

"Well I am" He grobes your behind roughly, spreading your cheeks apart. When he lets go you can feel his tip at your hole. The wrong fucking hole. "No...no no! Shane! I'm serious this time, no. It's gonna hurt so bad, please don't" You hear him sigh loudly, and then he pushes into your soaked pussy. "FUCK" But a whole lot better than the other option.

The snaps of his hips are brutal, but god it's so good. You hate knowing that a piece of shit like him is so damn good at fucking, but most are, aren't they? You moan loud, hands trying to reach back to make his hips go a tiny bit slower but he simply grabs hold of both of your wrists. "God damn Baby, I should have done this so much sooner" He groans. His other hand smacks your cheeks roughly, spreading you open to watch his cock move in and almost out of you over and over.

"You don't ever fucking lie to me again or im gonna have you like this for a few friends of mine, they ain't gonna make it this good though" He huffs. And this time you really want to push him off, but he Hits the spot. He just does. His tip is thick and heated and you can feel it drag over a spot that just feels incredible deep inside of you. And with that speed? You knew he was fit but that's some Athlete kind of shit.

Your shoulder and face softly ache from being forced into the wall, you'd ask him to move it somewhere else but your pretty sure he doesn't give a shit about it.

"So good, so fucking good Shane" You moan a bit extra intense just for him, even though he really is doing a good job.

"Yeah I knew you'd like that." He grabs your hips with both hands thrusting so hard that you suddenly slam with your face first against the wall. You knew you'd end up with a busted lip somehow.

"Ow!" You groan, holding you chin not wanting to touch your lip.

Shane at least is nice enough to stop fucking you raw for a moment, he pulls out and turns you around, gentle hands holding your face. "Shit im sorry..." He seems like he does feel bad about it, but not for long. "Hold on, Hold that pose" He looks through his pants on the floor and takes out his flip phone. Snapping a pic of your face with his hand holding it. Getting a good shot of your busted lip.

"Sending that to Vic! So he thinks I taught you a lesson" He smirks wide.

"Your unbelievable. Fucking unbelievable Shane." You curse his Name, turning away from him.

"Hey im sorry, but it works doesn't it, I didn't see how close your face was to that edge there im really sorry" He turns your face to look at him. Kissing your busted lip gently, feeling his hard cock press against your hip.

You nod while he apologizes. Smiling up at him when he kisses it better. Only to smack him one back as hard as you can. You can see a look in his eyes, it's burning, you've never seen such a psycho look in someone's eyes before.

Before you know it he grabs you, lifts you and carries you to your bed. He throws you onto it, hovering above you before he forces his body between your spread legs. A hand wraps around your throat when he pushes inside of you again he picks up the exact same speed of his hips like before.

Your legs wrap around his waist and all you can do is moan, that's all he can do apparently too.

Your moans, your movements, everything is in perfect sync. His hand lets go of your throat to squeeze your breast, rubbing his thumb over your already hard nipple while he slams his fucking hips into yours. "Shane....Shane...stop!" You bite your lip with a smirk when he looks at you to confirm if you really meant it or if you were teasing again.

It's nice that he checked, you didn't really expect him to.

"Think you can just lie to me you stupid bitch huh? I fucking own you. You'd be a broke whore without me" He looks into your eyes and you can tell, for the first time, that he doesn't mean it. It's not how he really feels but it turns you on either way.

"Please...stop, please Shane" You make your voice Sound as desperate as possible and he fucking cums. He moans so loud that your shitty neighbours start banging against the wall. You can feel his cock throbbing and leaking his cum deep inside of you, shoving it in deeper with every thrust that still follows until you cum too. Your raw fucked core clenches around him while your whole body lifts off the bed with your hand and leg strenght only.

Hand in his hair roughly pulling until your done and your body falls back onto the mattress. His on top of yours.

"Shit.." You breathe out, feeling a drop of blood on your lip but before you can wipe it away he kisses it away. Licking his lips and kissing you deeply again.. a kiss tasting of your blood and he's almost ready to fucking go again. Christ.

Your breathing barely turned back to normal when his phone suddenly rings and he pulls himself out of you.

"Oh good fucking god darlin' wish you could see that, my favorite kinda pie" He chuckles, staring at the mess he made of you when he stumbles around to grab his phone. When he returns he keeps you from closing your legs with a hand. Pinning the phone between his ear and shoulder...moving between your legs. "Ya?" He's on the phone while his tongue drags over your soaked and cum leaking core.

He really is a piece of work.

Your so overstimulated but you don't know who he's on the phone with so you stay quiet.

Your hand strokes through his hair when your hips squirm once more because of Shane.

"Oh yeah she uh, she learned her lesson" Shane looks up at you, silently asking if you did.

You smirk wide and give him a thumbs up before his tongue rolls over your sensitive clit.

You could swear a finger of his is toying around with the mess he made while just casually chatting up Vic on the phone.

"Yeah I'll be there in 10" He mumbles.

But you pull roughly on his hair.

"15..Sorry" He tells Vic and you do it again.

"Imma be there in 30 alright? Gotta take care of something, okay, later" He hangs up and tosses the phone next to you.

"Got 15 more minutes out of this deal Baby, how do you wanna spend it?" He's going to need 5 minutes to get dressed and going and 10 for the ride back to the station.

"Well, 15 isn't enough to get me ready for anal so we might have to do that some other time. So, honestly?" You look down on him placing soft kisses onto your lower stomach.

"You can make it up to me now, how you've been treating me since we met." You tug on his hair again and you don't even have to tell him twice, he's so eager. "Yes Mam." He lowers his head.

And for the next 15 minutes you let him work his tongue, you make him clean up the mess he made inside of you. And give you as many extra orgasms as you desire...

You could get used to that, but god he's a dick!

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EYY Thank you for reading, I really really hope you liked it!!! (I did not spellcheck this. Apologies)

Tags: @justme12200 @its-in-the-woods @dichromaniac @coolranchdavidian @thotslayers

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[makkir0ll]

200 followers event prompts!!

(not taking requests for prompt 7 and 24 because i keep getting too many requests for that, there’s only so much a girl can write about jealousy and eyes)

“I like your stupid face. It’s so stupid. It’s so….I like it. Can I touch it?”

“I know this is horrible timing, but I think I’m in love with you”

“Can you move, my arm is falling asleep”

“you put your arms around me and I literally felt my knee’s buckle, this is so pathetic.”

“I genuinely don’t know why my brain just goes blank when I look at you I think I’m going a little crazy.”

“No. I’m not going to give you a bite because I know you’re not gonna like it. Then you’re going to ask me how the hell I like it, and I just don’t want to listen to that right now.”

“No way… you’re actually…jealous”

“Your face is literally vermillion”

“Are those…flashcards?” / “I’m practicing okay”

“Just sit there. I’m going to make you something to eat.”

“Lets go on a walk, and get some air”

“I can’t find the remote” “I’m actually going to kill you”

“yeah, yeah. you’re cute. just stop smiling at me like that”

“I crave your affection, but i crave your silence even more-“ / “shut up.”

“did you just slap my ass?” / “actually, i firmly grasped it” / “did you just quote spongebob?”

“i kind of…don’t want us to be a secret anymore”

“what was that..?” / “a kiss” / “well i know that knucklehead”

“i couldn’t kiss you all day! let me make up for it now hm?”

“i love you, i swear baby i do. but if you buy one more cushion i swear to god i’m moving out”

“when you love something, you want to protect it”

“damn, it’s like my mom likes you better than me”

“does it make you nervous when i stare?” / “yes! so stop staring” / “oh absolutely not”

“let’s dance in the rain” / “but…hypothermia” / “that’s a problem for future us”

“your eyes are really pretty up close”

“ssshhh stop fussing. i’m just braiding your hair”

“i swear to god if you steal the blankets again i’m putting my cold feet on you”

“you’re blind- you’re so blind! why the hell would i even do half the things i do for you for anyone else if i wasn’t head over heels for them?!”

“she looked at you funny..”

“what the hell is her problem?”/ “THATS WHAT I SAID”

“i’m not the best at this” /“you’ve stepped on my foot atleast ten times now. trust me i know”

“why are you looking at me like that? should i fix something?” / “No, god no, you look perfect”

“i’ve never seen you blush this much, i can’t look that good”

“you look the cutest like this” / “but i just woke up” / “i know what i said”

“what if i drown??” “i’m not going to let you”

“the lady over there just asked if we’re married” / “well, we did just kiss” “I know but don't you think it’s cool that we’ve finally been asked that?”

“you’re hot” / “Babe i know you’re like in love with me but now is not the time”

“Don’t pull away, not yet.”

"you've been tossing and turning for the past forty-five minutes, what's up?"

"if i see one more plushie occupy MY spot on the bed I'm kicking you out to sleep on the couch."

"you know you're the only one I want to be with."

"we shouldn't be doing this. not now, not here."

"Can I kiss you?"

"but nobody knows us here! can we please leave?"

"you're cute when you smile, you should do it more often."

"should i cook today?" / "i- i don't trust you with my kitchen babe."

"we should compare hands, you know...science" / "what?"

"i know it's obvious, but you still and always will give me butterflies."

"this is humiliating" / "there is nothing humiliating about needing help every once in a while, my love"

"Can you get that for me?" / "Can I what?" / "Can you please get that for me"

"Need my shoulders to see up there?" / "Piss off."

"I could lift you up off the floor while kissng you." / "Excu - what are you doing?! Put me down!"

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How You Get The Girl

pairing: Pope Heyward x Fem!Reader

summary: Broke your heart, I'll put it back together I would wait for ever and ever And that's how it works That's how you get the girl

word count: 1752

warnings: none

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"Are you insane?" She asks, blinking at him. He's shaking, freezing from having run to her house in the rain. But this couldn't wait. He risked getting grounded forever for sneaking out just to see her.

Y/N cannot believe Pope Hayward is at her door.

"Can I come in?" He asks. Besides the fact that it's freezing, he also knows he needs to talk to her before the police release the actual story of where he was, or even before the town gets word of the Pouges being back. He knows it'll be worse if she finds out he's back before he can see her.

"Where the fuck did you go?" She yells. Instead of letting him in, she walks out and pushes him. He stumbles back a few steps, and she follows. She's starting to get wet from the rain, but by the look on her face he guesses she can't tell. They're standing so close; every nerve in his body can feel her proximity.

"I didn't mean to leave, I swear, especially after everything that happened," He tells her quickly, but she's already talking over him.

"Everything that happened? Really? You mean how you finally asked me to be your girlfriend after months of dates and cuddles and kisses and me waiting for you to make a move, just to fuck off to God knows where without telling me?" She's rightfully pissed, and now they're both getting soaked from the rain that will not let up. There must be a hurricane incoming.

"I know, I should have said something before I left, but I didn't think I'd be gone that long. But we got stuck on an island, and then kidnapped, and I swear I would have been here earlier except my parents are freaking out and didn't want me to leave." She's shocked into silence as he talks, because she had never thought that Pope was actually stuck on an island while he was gone. "But I wanted to tell you that I'm back. Before word gets around." They're silent for a moment, both staring at each other and blinking the rain away.

"What the fuck?" She finally says, and before Pope could defend himself any further she walks forward and hugs him tightly. He's confused, because a second ago he was sure she was going to slap him, but he wraps his arms around her and takes it in.

"I missed you." He whispers, pulling her as close as he can. Their bodies are wet and they're both colder than shit, but it feels too good to be with each other.

"I missed you too." She says, pulling back. She's glad for the water running down her face, making the tears blend in. "But I can't be with you."

Her words break Pope's heart.

He watches wordlessly as she walks away, back into her house without looking over her shoulder.

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"What are you doing here?" She asks as she opens the door to Pope only a day later. It's not raining today, just gloomy and humid. It made his hair more frizzy than usual, sticking out widely.

Pope is glued to the spot, only able to blink at her.

"Hello? Pope, are you okay?" She asks, waving a hand in front of his face. He shakes his head before focusing.

"I'm not just giving up on us." He blurts out, causing Y/N's eyes to widen.

"I thought I made it pretty clear yesterday that I couldn't do that again." She frowns, because it hurts her too. She doesn't want to end things with him, but she doesn't have much of a choice. He doesn't know what she had to go through, how worried her friends were when she stayed home from everything, even school for a couple days. She had been so worried about Pope, until someone brought to her attention that they probably ran away.

And it broke her heart.

"I also wanted to bring you this picture. I framed it." He passes a picture of them at the beach, one Y/N took on the day he had officially asked her to be his girlfriend. She had taken it from a high angle, Pope's arms around her waist visible, his lips pressed to her cheek. She had her hand holding his chin, her face frozen between a smile and a laugh.

It was the picture she had cried over, the one stuck on her phone while it was pressed to her chest. It was the first one she deleted when she had the thought that he had to of run away. And here it was, in Pope's hands, framed.

She didn't know what to say.

"I just, I wanted to explain myself." He tells her, and she finally looks up at him.

"I thought you did that yesterday." Her heart is racing. She wants it to stop, wants him to stop, because she can't take this anymore.

"I did, but I wanted to give you the full story." She turns to let him into her house, trying to take a deep breath when his arm brushes past her.

"This doesn't mean that we're getting back together." She says as she shuts the door, not looking at him. In the back of her mind, she can feel the doubt, but she can't bring herself to question it too hard. She doesn't want to know what it means if she doesn't fully believe herself, the same way she doesn't want to think about what it would mean for her and Pope if she kept her word.

"That's okay." He says, and her heart flies a little higher because he sounds like he's actually okay with it, despite saying that he wasn't going to give up on them. Maybe, for him, the two aren't mutually exclusive.

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After a couple weeks of Pope coming over, Y/N knows she's losing the battle with herself.

Pope hasn't even confessed to anything. He hasn't said anything about them being together since he came over with the picture, hasn't asked her how she would feel about the two of them getting back together. They've simply just been themselves, a pair of feelings that stay in the dark. It all comes to a head when Pope spends the night accidentally and she wakes up in his arms, head on his chest and feeling the most relaxed she's felt since the day on the beach when they fell asleep in the sun, warm and at peace.

She can't take it, the feeling she knows all too well that makes her heart race. She rolls over and pretends that it didn't happen, hoping that Pope isn't awake. He doesn't even have the decency to pretend like he was asleep when she leaves his arms, instead sitting up on an elbow. It's quiet as she ignores him, eyes squeezed shut in a silent prayer that he'll think she rolled over in her sleep.

"I can't do this." He says it softly, as if by not yelling it the words won't break her heart. It's enough to get her to turn back and look at him.

"What are you talking about?" She asks, her voice in an equal whisper. She knows what he's saying, but can't bring herself to let him go.

"You told me you didn't want to be with me, and I respect that. But I can't do this; I can't hold you in my arms and then watch you turn away. I know you're afraid of getting hurt again, and I know you don't have any reason to trust me, but I promise I will never leave again. I would never put you through that again." He sounds so sincere, she can't even begin to think about how much it took him to get the words out.

He knows about what she went though when he left. During a late night, she had confessed how much she had struggled, how much she had hurt when she learned he was missing. He apologized endlessly, and she knew by the look on his face she had broken his heart.

"Pope," She doesn't know what to say, which is fine because she's pretty sure she would cry if she did try to get anything out.

"I want you, Y/N. And not just in a friend way. I want to be the one you fall asleep with at night, the one you wake up to. I want to put your heart back together and hold it so tight that no one will ever be able to break it again." He can see her face, see the hesitancy, so he continues before she can cut him off. "I'll wait. If you don't want to jump into anything, I'll wait. I'll be here as long as it takes. But if you give me the word, if you could just tell me that you want me too, or will want me in the future," He doesn't know how to read her now, and he's worried he's gone too far.

It scares her, what he's saying. It scares her to fall for him again, to somehow fall even deeper this time. She doesn't know if her heart is capable of it, doesn't know how she can trust him.

But then she thinks back to the beach day, thinks back to the feeling of being in the clouds when he had finally asked her to be his. She thinks back to him recounting his days on the island, how he told her that he had thought of her so often the Pouges banned him from saying her name. How hard it was to fall asleep, how he would pretend he was with her just to get through the night. And sure, she could reject these words. She could say she doesn't care, that she thinks he's lying. But she knows he's not. She knows he's telling the truth. And she does care. She cares about him so much it hurts.

"Okay," It's so quiet that she thinks Pope may have missed it, but the way his eyes widen makes her smile so big she's sure her jaw will be sore. "I want you too, Pope." The words aren't even out of her mouth before he's tackling her, squishing her against the bed as their laughs create a perfect harmony in the air.

And then he's kissing her, and she wonders why she had ever doubted him in the first place when he kisses her like she's the only thing in the whole world that matters. 

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tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187  @one-sweet-gubler

[mysticficti0n]

At long last

Warnings- fluffy, swearing, mentions of drugs, romance, part them drunk (thats all I think) words- 3480 N/A- Hey guys this is my first Ryan Dunn fic and I don't know how to feel, I feel part of it is good but others not much but I wrote it literally all day, so enjoy ♥︎

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"dude just ask her out!" Bam whined poking at his best friend who just sulked onto the sofa "whats the worst that'll happen?"

"she says no and I've ruined a relationship I've had since I was 14 years old- thats the worst that can happen" he huffed playing with his watch, Ryan wasn't usually that nervous about girls and romance but something about asking his long time friend out scared him shitless "plus she wouldn't wanna be with me anyways I'm a fucking ass" Bam rolled his eyes, Bam knew his friend was a wuss, but he though he'd have the balls for this, it was Y/n for gods sake not like they've never met before 

"look man we are all going out tomorrow so why not just ask her out to dinner? thats not going 'BE MY GIRLFRIEND' its kinda... breaking the ice, even though you've know her for 10 years" his friend laughed at the words coming from his own mouth "10 years and you're fucking scared!"

"yes 10-fucking-years so it is a big deal! me asking her to dinner could sound sketchy I mean come on the girl knows stuff I do before I do!" Ryan covered his face with his hands and groaned erring a slap on the head from Bam

"you need to stop being such a pussy" the brown hair boy spat walking out the room to who knows where leaving Ryan to his own thoughts which only made him feel 100x worse, but he did realise Bam was right he needed to stop being a pussy about it, he's been in love with Y/n since they were in high school but never said anything to anyone... until one night at a party were he drunkly told Bam who hadn't forgot 

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"Oh dude Y/n's over there!" Bam called pointing to her, god she looked stunning, the red dress hugged her body perfectly

"she looks beautiful" Ryan whispered, eyes struggling to tare away from the girl as she laughed grabbing a drink with another girl but she wasn't a scratch on her 

"you like her or something?" Bam asked turning back to his friend 

"yeah man, she's fucking gorgeous how could I not like her!" Ryan hadn't realised the words that came out but he did feel somewhat relieved. The night carried on, nu metal music blaring through the house they were in and people screaming and shouting everywhere 

"Hey Bam!" a voice that Ryan knew all to well spoke "How are ya? sorry I was gonna come over but Kayce caught me, Kayce come meet Bam!" he looked up to see Y/n the same red dress but he could see every detail on if now, lace and red sequins embezzled down the length, rings and bracelets decorated her hands and wrists, chunky black heals with a gold clasp "Hey Ry!" she called 

"how you doin' doll" Ryan spoke getting a laugh from the girl 

"weirdo! I'm good, you?" she side hugged him and his hands settled on her hips "you look nice by the way, is that the shirt my mom bought you for Christmas?" she asked stroking his chest 

"I'm better now you're here and yeah it is, it matches your dress" he smiled down at he girl who's Y/E/C eyes were already on his 

"I feel sexy in this dress, Marcus called me a whore when I wore it" she sulked, Marcus was her ex-boyfriend, evil bastard he was but thanks to Ryan and Novak she didn't need to worry anymore 

"I bet Dunny boy finds you ravishing in it Y/N/N" Bam laughed tapping her shoulder getting a death glare from his best friend "sorry sweetheart!" he blew a kiss to his friend and walked away again 

"don't listen to him" the blonde spat "dickhead"

"do I not look ravishing Ry?" Y/n spoke jokingly swirling her hair around her finger, if he could Ryan would get on his knees then and there and tell her how good she looked, Jesus Christ he'd worship the women, but he had to keep himself from doing so...

"you- you look beautiful Y/n" she blushed pressing a kiss to his cheek

"thanks Dunn"

Bam saw the interaction and knew one day he'd be a uncle to their child, it was disgustingly obvious the two liked each other but he also knew neither would say a thing "fucking pansies"

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The next day came round quicker than Ryan could think, he grabbed blue jeans and a white shirt, his wallet, cigarettes, lighter, phone and car keys "BAM COME ON WE'VE GOTTA GO!" Ryan shouted hearing footsteps quickening down the hall and Bam stood with a CKY shirt on and baggy shorts "come on I told Y/n I'd pick her up Dico's already at hers" 

"oooh think they fucked?" Bam pushed getting a slap "someones jealous"

"fuck off" Ryan stormed walking out the door to his car, the engine began and the two sped off to Y/n's house, luckily it wasn't to far so in five minuets Ryan was knocking her door "Y/N HURRY UP! GET DICO OUT HERE" he began to pound the door which was opened at the end of his sentence

"Ryan Dunn! will you cut it out bloody hell!" her mom Vicky warned making him laugh 

"sorry why is she taking forever though!" she rolled her eyes 

"I don't know hun- oh and Dico isn't here he went with Chris" Ryan nodded leaning up the door "what are you doing today? CKY things?"

"I think so, we found this abandoned rail way thing so were checking that out and Y/n wanted to come" she smiled 

"why don't you go up and grab her knowing my daughter she's either still doing her eyeliner or still finding what to wear" Ryan laughed pressing a kiss to the older women's cheek and jumped up the stairs, he went down to the door with the sign 'Y/n's room' and stood outside 

"well I don't know... what if- yes Jessica I know but what if I doesn't go right.... I'm not scared... he'll be there! you don't know what you're fucking talking about... fuck off Jessi" he herd a click from the room and a furious groan "Stupid fucking bitch can't listen to a single fucking thing I fucking say I swear to god I'm gonna fucking kill that whore-" the words kept spilling out before Ryan decided to knock the door "Yeah?" he twisted the doorknob and walked in to see Y/n, black tube top, blue low waisted jeans held up by a studded belt and her belly piercing jewel shining in the light, a cross necklace hung from her neck and her make up looked- goddess like- smokey eye, red glossed lips accompanied by her nose-ring "oh hey Ry" her voice sounded happier than before

"what was all that about?" he asked leaning on her closet "thought you and Jessica were friends" she rolled her eyes 

"so did I until now... it doesn't matter though, ready to go?" Ryan was concerned about the girl, she wasn't one to usually be in a mood or angry but he brushed it off as in fairness they needed to go "you look nice by the way" she complemented going past him out the door to grab her hoodie

"thanks I'm liking the absolute no coordination between us, you look like Bam if he was a girl and I look like a basic white man" she laughed at the boy coming out her room and closing the door "bye Vic, we will probs be back by like 9-10 o'clock ish and I'll drop her off" her mother nodded hugging Ryan then her daughter

"be safe you two and Y/n don't let you're father see you in a outfit like this, he'd kill you, zip your hoodie when you come home!" she warned 

"will do mom, see you later!" the two waved and ran to the car were Bam was sat with his eyes closed "so were are we going?"

"shit! you took your fucking time" he spat looking at the girl, Bam and Y/n were good friends, even went to prom together- now though they smoke weed, drink and skate together along with the others, but they fight like brother and sister most days

"fuck off I was busy- I take pride in how I look unlike some" he huffed, Ryan started the car again and made their way to the old rail way, luckily the roads were mostly empty so in quick time they made it, as there 3 got out they were met with Rake, Novak, Dico, Raab and Rake's sister Sophia "SOPHIA!" the girls ran to each other hugging and giggling about something, in which the boys thought they'd do the same 

"OH RAABY!" Bam kissed the boys cheek "TEHEHEHEHE" he said rather loud getting a 'ugh' from the girls the group decided to start going through the woods to the railway line

Y/n and Sophia stayed chatting toward the back of the group while all the boys were huddled together, Novak said it wasn't a long walk but then again Novak did crack so who was he to trust? Ryan didn't notice but he constantly kept checking over his shoulder to see Y/n which Bam found amusing seeing his friend so desperate to just have a glance at the girl 

"dude she isn't going to run off" he shoved at Ryan "you gonna ask her tonight?" 

"I don't know man she isn't in the greatest mood today and I don't want her to have extra stress on top of that and-" Bam waved his hands at the man cutting him off 

"Ry stop making excuses if you don't ask her today I will for you" panic rushed through the blonde 

"no don't do that" he whispered getting a smirk from him "Bam"

"hey Y/n!" Bam turned back to the two behind 

"Bam no fucks sake I'll do it, I'll do it!" Ryan shouted 

"yeah?" Y/n called looking confused

"you look like a whore" she gave the boy a thumbs up and went back to her conversation like nothing happened "you are a lucky man Dunn" 

after another half hour of walking the group finally got to the tracks, they were all decade and rotting, spray painted and worn "wow... glad we walked here to see this shit" Sophia crossed her arms "Novak you said this would be 'cool' its literally dead pieces of wood"

"sorry baby, it looked cooler last time I was here" he huffed "the view's good though, you can see west town over there and here is were I smoked pot with Nabi" everyone laughed 

"well I was meant to get my lip pierced.. now" Y/n spoke checking her phone "i'm thrilled we're doing this instead" Ryan watched the girl slump down to the floor and just stare into the sky, he felt bad and knew if she wasn't in a good mood before, she defiantly wasn't now 

"why don't we look round for stuff, there's gotta be something cool around" Dico spoke kicking sticks on the floor 

"yeah okay, lets go" Raab agreed and the group began to go back into the wood, Ryan looked back at Y/n, she just sat their and hugged her knees 

"I'll catch up in a sec" he yelled to the group who said their okays and carried on walking, he went back to the girl on the floor "what did Jessica say?" she looked up to him, her eyes had tears forming in the corners 

"she and Marcus are getting together... and she wouldn't listen to what I was saying about him that he's not a nice person! and she kept saying shit about the guy I like and all I was doing was looking out for her" she whimpered wiping her eyes "Marcus nearly fucking killed me- emotionally but still, everything he did to me he'll do to Jessi and I just want her to be okay" Ryan reached a hand to the girl and pulled her up into a tight hug, letting her get it all out her system on his shoulder, he knew this is what she needed, just to talk... he had an idea 

"do you wanna go? I can call Bam and we can go out for lunch, just me and you?" her eyes met with his brown ones and nodded "okay, lets go" His hand instinctively went to hers to which she gladly excepted, with his free hand he pulled his phone out and called bam 

"yeah?" he answered

"me and Y/n are going to get lunch-"

"use protection!" Bam snickered 

"get fucked" Ryan ended the call and put the phone back in his pocket 

after an extremely long walk they finally made it back to the car which was warm due to the West Chester summer  heat "what do you want to eat?" he asked starting the engine 

"italian" 

"Limoncello sound good?" she nodded and the two set off back to town listening to the random songs the radio played "besides the whole Jessi thing, how are you?"  she laughed

"I'm good, I mean wish I could've got my lip pierced but I'm getting a free dinner at Limoncello so I'm not complaining" Ryan looked to the girl

"free?" she nodded "who said it's free?"

"me I forgot my purse, thanks babe for paying" she laughed rubbing his chin "I'll give you the money don't worry" Ryan shook his head 

"its a treat... date even" he blushed slightly seeing a smile spread across her face

"was this a big elaborate plan to get me on a date with you Ry?" her eyes seemed drowsy in his, Y/n's hand combed back his hair 

"maybe but it wasn't huge, more last minuet... would you be annoyed if it was?" the Y/H/C haired girl shook her head "good" he smiled 

after another 10 minuets they made it to the restaurant which wasn't to busy, they walked in and waited to be seated by their server "okay here we are, can I get you any drinks?" the man asked looking toward the table

"Stella for me" he nodded and looked towards the girl 

"and for you darling" Ryan felt him self become tense at the word 'darling' who did he think he was talking to?

"cosmopolitan please" she grinned up to the man

"of course, have that to you soon" he walked away and Y/n looked back to Ryan

"you okay?" he nodded "you look angry"

"I'm fine, anyways we were saying about Marcus and Jessica" she nodded explaining her story, Ryan could've listened to her voice for ever go on and on about anything

"and she said he said he could do so much better than me and called me a tramp!" Y/n said angrily slamming her hands on the table 

"well- you could do much better than that lanky red head anyways he was a dick to you" she nodded bringing her drink to her lips "actually didn't you say she was making fun of the guy you liked earlier" Ryan spoke inquisitively 

"yeah what about it?" 

"who do you like?" he cooed to her making her giggle at the childishness of her friend "do I know them?"

"Ryan we're 24 and 23 not in 9th grade why do you wanna know so bad" Y/n smiled 

"because I wanna know if my best friend has good taste in men" she furrowed her brows "Please Y/n" he begged 

"its embarrassing" she spoke trying to escape the conversation "lets just order food" her eyes scanned for a waiter or someone but her face was pulled back- literally- Ryans hand cupped her chin and made sure she couldn't get out of his grip "Ry-"

"you can tell me Y/n, I wont be mean or judge or anything" she sighed seeing a smile grow across his face she played with the idea of actually telling him but it kind of fell out

"it's you Ryan"

Ryan felt his heart jump into a halt... him? no she has to be joking he thought "what?" is all that came out with a laugh

"I like you- like a lot and have for ages...yeah laugh it up" confidence grew in the girl as she spoke "and I get if you don't feel the same its totally fine" she blabbered on as her speechless friend just sat listening "I mean we've been friends for 10 years and this is crazy" 

Ryan knew he could now let his feeling be free "I like you too, so much I've just never had the balls to say it to you" her eyes widened and so did her smile "since we were kids I've always thought you were beautiful then after High school I just fell even more for you" the two's eyes locked together and they seemed the only person in the world to each other, everything was silent besides the one talking 

"so you're fully serious" she asked hoping it wasn't one of Ryans many pranks 

"deadly"

the two ate dinner in near silence besides a few thank you's and hums of delight, underneath the covered table Y/n intertwined her legs with his and using her foot rubbed his leg reassuringly, Ryan paid the bill and got up offering his hand to the girl, they walked out to see the street lamps illuminating the Barron streets 

"thank you for dinner" Y/n gleamed up to the boy who was just a bit taller than her 

"no problem, we should do it again" he smirked leading her back to the car, as the two climbed in and set off again Ryan tipped a few mints into his mouth and Y/n did the same "so home?" she nodded.... through out the drive Ryan's hand went from the wheel to her hand and then her inner thigh giving Y/n butterflies every time his finger tapped along to the song playing in the background

The car pulled into her street which Y/n internally sighed as she didn't want to leave Ryan after the night they had, they came to a stop in front of her house which was dimly lit from the inside "I'll walk you up" Ry spoke letting go of the girl who now felt cold, he came over and opened the door giving his hand once again 

"such a gentleman" she laughed seeing a redness appear on his face, she got out and lent against the car "thank you for tonight Ry, I loved it" 

"I'm glad... tonight didn't go how I expected honestly, but I'm glad it did... sorry that felt like a shit way of saying it- I'm bad at these things" he grinned dopily, he knew it was time to say goodnight to her but he couldn't let go of her "ready?" he asked she nodded solemnly and they begun up the drive to the front door with every step it meant the night was coming to a end... he didn't want to let go of her hand, it felt so right in his, the pair got just before her front door and sighed "Thanks for today Y/n"

"no thank you- again- I didn't think we'd ever do this either but I really enjoyed it" Y/n nervously bit her bottom lip, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she gazed up into Ryan's warm eyes. the night slipped away, there was still one thing that Y/n needed to do before saying goodbye though.

"Ryan," she whispered softly, her gaze flickering to his lips for a brief moment before meeting his eyes once more. "Can I... can I kiss you goodnight?"

Ryan's eyes widened in surprise, a warm smile spreading across his features as he took a step closer. "I was hoping you would ask that," he replied, his voice low and husky with a hint of anticipation.

Without another word, Y/n leaned up on her tiptoes, closing her eyes as Ryan's hands came to rest on her hips. For a moment, they simply stood there, drinking each other in as their lips brushed against each other in a tender, gentle kiss. It was soft, slow and filled with all the promises of what could be.

As they parted, Y/n looked up at him with a shy smile, a flush spreading across her cheeks. "Goodnight, Ryan," she whispered.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he replied, a sparkle in his eye. "Sweet dreams."

With one last lingering look, Y/n turned and walked into her house, her heart beating wildly in her chest. For a moment, she wondered if she had made the right choice but she knew that this was just the beginning of something truly special.

[jusalle]

☆ Neymar Imagine ☆

• reunite •

(This was a request but I couldn't find it but I hope yall enjoy! and send more suggestions plz 💚🤍)

You and Neymar were always together no matter what. Wherever you were he was right by your side. It was rare if somone saw you guys not together in public.

But unfortunately that changed when the Pandemic happend. You and Ney both wanted to still stay with eachother but it simply couldn't happend cause since he always traveling to different places it's a high risk you could get sick. Plus Neymar didn't want you getting sick so you both decide to separate.

Yes, it was difficult at the beginning, you two always called every single day and kept in contact but thankfully in the end it worked out well.

You've hadn't seen Ney for almost 2 years. Also since now the pandemic is over you decided to go to one of Ney's wc games.

Also your good friend Paqueta is helping you arrange meeting Ney.

You already flew out and now your sitting in your seat waiting for the game to start in a couple minutes.

You start to hear loud cheering and you look up from your phone and see both teams come out on to the field.

You recognized Richarlison, Silva, Casemiro, Júnior and many others.

Then you saw the one and only Neymar Jr.

You began just staring at him while they did there anthem, you've missed him so much.

The game had started and I would say it was definitely somthing.

At the 7th minute Júnior made an amazing goal.

Then at 13th minute Ney made a penalty which made you happy

Little after that Richarlison made a goal

Then your good friend Paqueta made an amazing goal to.

After that half time started as you began walking down the steps and see Paqueta.

"Hello Y/n, your looking stunning as ever" Paqueta said with a smile on his face

"Hi Paqueta and thank you"

"You ready to meet Ney after 2 long years?" Paqueta said grinning like child

You simply nodded yes as your body began to get nervous to see Ney after so long.

You guys began walking towards the benches and see everyone on the team. They just smiled sweetly and waved at you, you guessed since they didn't say nothing Paqueta told them to be quiet so they don't ruin the suprise.

Then at the end of the benches you see Neymar. You felt your knees began to feel so weak.

You notice Ney's shirt was over his head so he couldn't see anything. So you took the chance and sat next to him.

You tapped his shoulder

"Richarlison I swear to God if you keep doing that I will slap you" Ney said calmly

You felt your chest tighten, you've heard his voice on calls and stuff but in person...it's it's so long since you've last heard it.

You tap him again

"Richarlison I'm not afraid to-" He stopped mid sentence as he took his shirt off his head turned where you were.

His face was in disbelief and you began to chuckle at his face.

"Hey Meu Amor, long time no see eh" you said softly as you smiled widely at him

He didn't say anything as he wraps his hands around your waist and puts his face at the crook of your neck.

"Você não sabe o quanto eu senti sua falta meu amor" Ney said whispering into your ear

(You don't know how much I missed you my love)

"I know Ney, I'm glad I'm able to see you again. After 2 years Ney" you said softly running your hands through his hair

He continues to stare at you and take in your features, then he brings you into a welcoming gentle kiss.

He started to get more passionate in the kiss and more aggressive and you could already sense the desire in it but you knew you and him were infront of millions of people so you stopped it before it gets out of hand.

"Why did you stop Meu Amor?" Ney said confused

"Ney, were infront of alot of people right now Amor" you chuckled at him

"Oh right my bad" He said embarrassed as his face began to warm up

His friends began snickering at him as he just tells them to shut up.

"Aye Ney half time is over we gotta go" Richarlison said

Once Ney heard that he looked at you and smiled

"I'll be rooting for you Ney" you said softly

"It's nice to have you back Meu Amor" he whispered into your ear

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HELLO my lovelies once again. I know this one is eh I hope it's not that bad 🧍‍♀️ but I hope yall enjoy this one ALSO give more suggestions plz 💚

[more-cardigan-than-woman]

Rumors

Summary: The gossip circle has never let you down before.

Pairing: Reader x Dick Grayson, Batfam & Co.

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, annoying siblings.

AN: I need the fluff. Euphoria made me cry and I need fluff

“Oh my god! Oh my god,” you shout excitedly, exiting your building and running straight into your favourite tall and handsome man, clad in his very best jeans and t-shirt.

"Oh my god!" He mimics you, jumping up and down, "what is it honey?! Why are we so excited!" Dick says, taking your face in his hands to give you a quick kiss.

"I heard from Steph who heard from Tim who saw-" you stop, remembering what Dick had warned you about and your terrible gossip habits, "actually it's nothing."

"Come on, you can't leave me hanging like that,"

"No, you told me no gossiping and I promised," you say, glancing at the crosswalk and swaying your pointed tow in an attempt to look innocent

"Well clearly you've already spoken to Steph so spill, "He says, his hand dusting on your back as he guides you down the street to your favourite café. You take a seat at your regular booth and order your shakes. You fidget in your seat, twirling the straw between your fingers, picking at the plate of fries in front of you.

When he raises his eyebrows at you, over the straw in his banana shake you can't help but spill the beans.

"So you know how Mr Wayne-" you start.

"Bruce," he cuts you off.

"Right, Bruce," You say the name still feeling weird on your tongue, "he's having a big party for his birthday,"

"Yes, I am aware of his birthday," he says, wondering where you're going with this.

"Well, apparently Damien is bringing a date!" You squeal.

"A date? My little brother? He's 12, why does he need a date?"

"No, Love, don't you see what this means?" you say, beginning to bounce on the spot.

"That you think a 12 yr old should be dating?"

"No," you say, leaning across the table to playfully slap him in the arm, "he made a friend! A real friend! A friend he likes so much he wants the whole family to meet them!"

Dick looks at you awestruck, he hadn't even considered… "good for him, it's about time people starting appreciating him,"

"My thoughts exactly, I wonder who it is?"

--The Night of the Party.--

"The party has arrived!" Dick announces as you both enter the manor, him clad in his best tux and your in your favourite black dress.

The family is all mostly here gathered around the food table. Squished together in a little circle, while the piranhas circle the room looking for a stray Wayne to accost.

"Ah Mr Dent," Dick says holding you next to him when you try to step away towards the safety of the group, "have you met my beautiful girlfriend?,"

"No I don't believe I've had the pleasure," the man says, taking your hand and you resist the urge to pull away. Remembering you need to be polite to these people, even when the urge to flinch when they touch you is overwhelming, "lovely to meet you,"

"Same to you," you say. hoping on your foot as you try to inch away but Dicks hand holds you steady.

"Sorry, family to greet," Dick says, nodding at the man and escorting you away. Until someone else approached you and you let out a groan. You could hear the chuckles coming from the corner as the family laughed at your situation.

"Mr Grayson, nice to see you again," the woman says and you try to find an out. God you hated how polite he was sometimes. You made eyes at Tim, begging him to come and save you. But he just smiled and waved at you, traitor. You looked at Jay, but he was to busy shoving food unto his mouth.

"Miss," the woman says, trying to grab your attention.

"Oh sorry, excuse me," you say, "my mind wandered off,"

"Miss Sutton, was just telling us about her new business venture. She's entering the fashion industry, thinks you would be a great model for her works."

You place your hand over your mouth to hold in the laughter, "Thank you, but I'm actually quite busy at the moment. You know how it is," you shrug.

"I'm sure," she says, eyeing the blank way Dick and yourself were staring at her, your eyes flicking over to the ruckus being caused in the corner.

"Love," you say looking up at him, ignoring the way the woman was eyeing you in your tight dress, "I need to-" you make eyes at him, telling him silently that you want to leave.

"We best be off, you know how families are," Dick apologies to the woman, pointing at the how Stephanie had Jason in a headlock. You smile at them and thank them silently for the distraction as Dick escorts you off towards the safely of the corner.

"Nice of you to join us," Tim jokes, handing you a cupcake.

"Thanks for the rescue," you deadpan, glaring at all of Dicks evil siblings.

"Hey!" Jay says raising his hands in surrender, "you're the only who wanted to date a goody to shoes,"

Dick rolled his eyes, "where's Bruce?" He asks them and they all point to the crowd of people in the center of the room, "oh no. You guys, you're meant to be helping,"

"We are helping, we're staying very quite and pretending we don't exist," Steph chimes in with a laugh.

"Well, we're gunna go help. You losers stay here," Dick says taking you by the hand.

"We?" You whined, why did you have to go?

"Yes we," he says, rolling his eyes. He leans down to whisper in your ear. "Please, honey, I'll do that thing you like,"

You pull back, raising your brow at him and he gives you a small nod. "Ok," you plaster a big smile on your face and grab two glasses of champagne. Strutting your way over to the dance floor with your arm linked with dicks.

You managed to lull the crowd and somehow even to get Bruce hidden in the safe corner with the kids while the band started playing.

"Where is Dami?" You ask Bruce, "I haven't seen him,"

"He's around, probably hiding somewhere," Bruce says, squishing into the corner behind Jason when he notice's someone looking for him.

"B this is your party, don't you want to talk to your guests?" Jay teases, peering down at him over his shoulder.

"Not really,"

"Look over there," Dick says pointing to the two little hands creeping out from under the table cloth across the room, "bet that's them."

"Probably", Bruce says, "Damien and his friend are going to be quite to trouble makers, put you and Roy to shame," he claps Jason on the shoulder.

You look up at Dick and he reads your mind, "want to dance pretty lady?" He whisks you away and the family all make puking noises at you from behind. You pay them no mind, focusing on his hands as they sweep you across the floor your dress fanning put behind you. "Are they looking?" Dick whispers in your ear.

"They're eating again," you say with a quick glance over your shoulder.

"Let's go," he takes your hand, leading you behind the curtains that adorn the large walls giving you a quick kiss, "time to join the real party."

"Hey kids," you say sneaking up behind Damien and his friend, only to be greeted by a knife to your knee,

"What's up?" Dick says, kneeling down beside you, taking the knife from Damien and sticking it to the roof of the table. You both audibly gasp when your eyes move from Dami to the dark haired boy seated next to him.

"Grayson, This is a private party," Damien says, pulling his dagger from the table and sliding it back into his ankle holster.

"Hey, this is your oldest brother right? Dad talks about him all the time. Nice to meet ya," he holds out his little hand and you shake it. Eyeing the treats these two who had been hoarding under the table.

"Wow strong grip," you say, not nearly surprised as you smile at Jon.

"Last time I saw you, you were so Little," Dick says making little heart eyes at his brothers new friend

"Got any snacks?" You ask leaning around them and nearly falling over.

"These are not for you," Damien glares at both, "Please leave,"

"OK ok, sorry buddy," Dick says taking your hand and pulling you away,

"What did I say about the nicknames Grayson," Damien scolds his eldest brother and if it isn't the cutest thing you've ever seen. But you know that he hates when you say that, so you just hold in the coo's for the moment.

"Nice to meet you Jonny, can't wait to see you around more." You wave ducking your head from under the cloth before retreating into the curtains once more.

You waited until Dick had lead you into the hall until you both squealed and began jumping up and down. "Jon! Jon!" You both screamed, "Jon, fucking, Kent!"

"He made a real friend! A super friend!" Dick beamed, proud of his brothers progress.

"I know! I can't wait to tell everyone!"

"No," Dick said stopping you, his hands holding your throat while his thumbs caressed your jaw, "Damien will tell them when he's ready,"

"But love-"

"No buts honey," he leaned down capturing your lips in his kiss.

"I won't tell," you promise surrendering yourself to his touch.

"Want to go home?"

"Yes, but what about Bruce?"

"The others can handle it for one night,"

"What are we waiting for then? Let's fukin go."

[fischltao]

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AOT SQUIRTING HEADCANONS

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request by: @multi-fandoms-stuff

"can I pretty request an imagine for aot eren, erwin, levi, connie, armin, jean, reiner, bertolt, ymir, and mikasa about them making there s/o squirt for the first time and there reaction, have the reader get all shy and trys to hide her face??"

notes: ahhh thank you so much for requesting, again im very sorry for the delay and late update, im back on writing now!

warnings: smut, squirting, overstimulation, bodily fluids

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Eren Jeager:

You and Eren have got it going on for a few hours with him and his titan stamina plunging into you without letting you rest for a minute. You haven't even kept track of how long it's been or how many times he's made you cum that night, only focusing on his cock stretching you open and the way he is holding your throat. It's not long until your next orgasm arrives but oh, this time it feels different and suddenly you're squirting all over him and his cock as he keeps fucking you deeper and harder.

"Eren, I need to clean up, Im so sorry I didn't know this would happen, oh my-" You wail while pushing your hands over your face but instead of him stopping he just snaps his hips against yours harder and says:

"No. You're doing it again" Needless to say, you do, indeed.

Erwin Smith:

On your break you had snuck inside Erwin's office to steal a couple of kisses which soon ended up with you laying on the table all over his paperwork and him taking out his emotions on your poor pussy, to the point where you swear someone's going to walk in with a noise complain- not just due to your loud moans- but also due to the fact that his unsteady table is repeatedly creaking on the wooden floor.

"Erwin, I'm so close, Erwin I-ERWIN" You scream as you realize what is actually happening and not being able to hold it in. Both of you are freaking the fuck out. On any other situation he would find this really hot and treat you so good for squirting on him but you just came all over important papers which needed to be delivered awfully soon and neither has zero idea of what the hell you're supposed to do now. You freaking out must have been even louder than your sex noises and now you're adamant that everyone heard.

This was a different walk of shame

Levi Ackerman:

He had just changed the sheets to your shared bedroom when you walked in half naked after your shower, instantly igniting something inside him. The past few weeks had been really tiring for both and the only way to take your exhaustion away was having you bounce on his cock until you were in tears and shaking.

"You're gonna cum baby? I'm so fucking close too" He whispered in your ear like a lullaby in-between heavy breaths as he moved your hair out of your face and locked his eyes with yours. His movements were so gentle and passionate until you both grew desperate for your release and soon he was guiding your hips faster and sloppier while smacking your ass. It wasn't long until you started shaking while he filled you up. After you both came down from your highs you gained awareness of your surroundings and immediately shrunk to yourself.

"What are you hiding away for?"

"You just changed the sheets"

"I can always put another ones" He said awkwardly as you tried to shift away from his lap, when he pulled you right back in "It would be a shame if i changed them while they're only this wet. We might as well just ruin them completely"

Connie Springer:

Sasha and Jean were sleeping on the couch next to you after a nice dinner and Connie was feeling really turned on, right from the start of the night when you felt his fingers creeping up inside your panties and circling over your clit before teasing their way inside.

"Can we at least go somewhere isolated? I feel bad for-" You choked trying not to make a sound as his finger where now dipping in and out of your cunt in a desperate need of feeling your walls clench around them "Connie-"

"It's too comfy here, try to be more quiet baby" He whispered back as he lifted your skirt and pushed his tip inside not letting it all in but rather slipping it in and then pulling out and rubbing on your clit until you felt yourself cumming. Hard.

You were trying so hard to not make a noise until you realized what actually happened and turned around to look at your boyfriend in shock with heat rising up your cheeks. This cheeky motherfucker was looking back at you with the biggest smirk before plunging his entire length inside. Definitely proud of himself... And you definetely have to clean up before a) Jean and/or Sasha wake up b) Captain Levi haunts your dreams.

Jean Kirschstein:

Jean and you had been sent on different expenditions for the week so it was safe to say that you really missed spending time with each other. And him inside you.

Once he closes his room's door he already has you pushed against the wall and taking you right there while standing up. Jean is the romantic type but missing you made him desperate for your touch. You were sure you were seeing stars at one point, the way he pressed against you was magnificent and it just kept getting better and better until you felt the bubble inside you burst and soon your juices were everywhere on the floor. Everywhere.

You instantly felt like hiding away and audibly apologized while he still fucked the shit out of you. Confused he started slowing down and voiced his concern over your sudden apology until he realized what went down and blushed. 'Thats it, its over' you thought. Suddenly the most unexpected thing happened. A huge smile crept on his face "I made you squirt! Oh my god you look so hot, I bet Eren would never be able to make a girl sq-" He exclaimed before you kicked his leg.

Armin Arlet:

Armin is such a sweet young man. He had you laid on the bed for him as he slowly fucked into you, gasping in between kisses and telling you just how much he loves you. Gaining more confidence in yourself your moans became louder and louder and soon his pace changed into sharp and quick thrusts.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train and cherished the way he was the one to make you scream and breathe like that. He felt so blessed that you chose him as the man to have inside your velvet walls and-

Why is the bed wet? Did the rain get through the wooden roof? Why are you trying to hide away? Armin genuinely had no clue.

"Is everything okay baby? Do you feel uncomfortable with the waters?" He asked as more color rose up to your cheeks, refusing to look in his eyes as you awkwardly tried to explain what had happened was not a leak in the roof "What did you say?"

"I squirted"

"Oh"

"Yes"

"This is way more exciting than a leaking roof...Way more"

Reiner Braun:

Reiner is an emotional man and it shows when you get intimate with each other. One time he has you on all fours, with a finger deep in your asshole as he rails your guts.

"Noone else can fuck you like that fuck- what is it baby, is there anyone else that will fuck you this good? Have you crying from their cock? Use your words princess come on" He gasped as his own tears were threatening to fall, seeking emotional validation as well as pleasure as you tried to form a coherent sentence while sobbing "Didn't think so darling, you're such a whore for me"

And in the heat of the moment the offspring of his actions and words erupted from your throat as a loud scream and your juices squirted all over his lap for the first time. The sighting made Reiner cum in an instant and neither had the energy to talk about it, until he embraced you tightly from behind and thanked you for allowing him to be with you and sharing your most vulnerable moment with him.

Berthold Hoover:

His cock felt so good as you bounced on it . In a way it was therapeutic and for the past 7 minutes you've been in this position you've felt constantly on the edge and your thighs burned until sweet release washed you over and soon you were clasping poor Bert's shoulders as you screamed and squirted all over him while he pulled his dick out of your spent pussy and slapped its head on your clit as he watched more liquid come out.

After your orgasm died down a little, instant shame washed over you and you tried hopping away before he hugged you tightly and swayed you without realizing that hes accidentally rubbing you on his cock again and that you are about to pass out....

Ymir:

Ymir is a big tease. A really big one. Proof being her refusing to finally push her fingers inside your soaked slit, instead choosing to just rub up and down while slipping half an inch inside before you grew desperate and moved your own fingers to your clit and rubbing vigorously.

"Fuck" You heard her exclaim before plunging two of her fingers inside "Don't stop touching yourself baby, wanna make you cum like that" She commanded as her fingers dove in and out as fast as she could while you screamed under her touch. Your orgasm came fast and before you knew it, Ymir was soaking wet with your juices . "Never knew my girl could squirt, makes me wish I ate you out instead" She says before diving in.

Mikasa Ackerman:

It was a quiet night with Mika as you laid on your bed next to each other. Your conversation ended with your fingers in her pussy and hers in yours. Both struggled with the pace as you chased your release and her moans in your ear caused you to lose control and instantly let go and clench around her fingers as clear liquid soaked the sheets right beneath you and she turned her head to look at you in awe.

"I'm so sorry Mikasa I didn't know this would-"

"Do you think I can do this too?" She asked with flushed cheeks and an innocent look on her face.

"Eh? Squirt?" You asked and before she had the chance to nod you took out the dildo from your drawer and plunged it deep into her dripping pussy.

[mackenzielovee]

my girl (part 2) - rafe cameron

a/n: im nervous as hell to post this. I even edited it ;) I really hope i did it justice. I added a lot of fluff so hope you enjoy (not my gif)

Summary: Your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, takes you on a trip, and somehow manages to find trouble along the way.

Warnings: swearing, kissing, mentions of sex, fighting (blood, punching, hitting), and soft boy ! rafe

Word Count: 6.9k+

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Rafe's giggle is what wakes you up in the morning. The two of you had spent the night at your house last night - well, Rafe snuck in the window at midnight. Your parents didn't love when Rafe sleeps over, but Rafe claims he has too much trouble sleeping without you to even bother trying.

You roll over and find your cheeky boyfriend staring at his phone, a big grin on his face. He doesn't notice you move at first, your voice is what brings him out of his trance.

"There better not be a girl on that screen," you mutter.

His eyes shoot down to you and his grin only widens. He angles his phone so you can't see it at all, which makes you groan. He laughs lightly and leans down, giving you a quick kiss.

"There is," he informs you, "And she's hot as fuck."

You groan again and push him away from you, denying him of any more kisses. If he's gonna look at girls on his phone, you're just gonna go take a shower. You roll away from him and attempt to get up, but you feel the bed shift and then his arms around you, pulling you back down.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" he asks you, "I didn't even show you the picture yet."

"I don't wanna see some picture of a supermodel, Rafe, just send it to Topper or something," you say, trying to pull out of his grasp.

He's too strong for you, keeping you hostage in his arms. He laughs at your remark about sending it to Topper.

"I don't think Topper wants this one," he laughs.

You finally give up trying to escape, and you just lay there, huffing and puffing. Rafe looks down at you, grinning like an idiot as you pout. It doesn't truly upset you that he looks, you know every guy does it. But the fact that he's so open about it bugs you a bit.

"Just show me, then," you mumble.

"Baby," Rafe says, "I have to warn you. She's, like, super hot. Okay?"

"Oh, my god, Rafe!" you groan. He slaps his hand over your mouth and tells you to 'shh'. You laugh against his hand, knowing exactly what he's thinking.

"Fine, okay, here," he shoves his phone over to you.

At first, you don't want to look, but when you see a picture of you, in bed, asleep, with your mouth part way open, you grin.

"What the hell is this?" you grab his phone, staring at the unflattering photo of yourself.

"Your new contact picture," Rafe grins.

"Ew, no, Rafe," you shake your head. You try to delete the photo, but Rafe is too quick for you, jumping on top of you and grabbing his phone out of your hand.

"Don't you dare!" he shouts, locking it and throwing it on the floor so you can't reach it.

"That's a terrible picture!" you yell at him.

Jokingly, you try to reach down on the floor for his phone, but he grabs your arm and pulls you back up, then lays all his body weight on you. His head finds its way to your chest, immediately making you relax.

"So," he speaks, his voice softer, "Excited or nervous for our trip?"

You think for a moment about what the two of you have planned. You were supposed to go on a college tour with your parents today, but when they cancelled last minute due to an event with your little brother, Rafe offered to go with you instead. Your parents want you to look at the University of South Carolina to learn all about your options. You, however, know you most likely won't end up there because it's a ways away from Rafe.

"Both," you admit, "I'm more excited to go to Chapel Hill next month."

He nods his head. He's been trying to get better with accepting you will be attending school, and you've made him feel better by promising to share your bed with him and let him keep clothes at your dorm. That had made him happy.

You both lay in silence for a while, your hand absentmindedly stroking through Rafe's hair. This is his heaven. Just being alone with you and laying with you is completely enough for him.

"Hungry?" you ask him after a bit, afraid he's fallen asleep again.

"Hmm," he hums out, and you can tell he's too relaxed to care about anything else.

Your stomach growls and he hears it, which makes him smile. He brings his hand up to the bottom of your shirt and pulls it up, then brings his head down and leaves a kiss on your belly button.

"Rafe," you warn him, telling him you're not having sex with him right now.

"What, baby?" he asks innocently, smirking up at you.

He kisses your stomach again, then starts leaving more and more all around your exposed skin. You can feel it start to get to you so you sit up, spoiling his fun.

"Let's go eat," you say, your voice slightly frazzled. Rafe smirks, knowing he got to you.

"Right. Sex later," he states. You laugh, only because he speaks so matter-of-factly, and then pull him out of bed with you.

"You have to get dressed," you throw his shirt at him, "If you want them to believe you snuck in early this morning."

Rafe groans, but does as told. He throws his shirt on and then slides into some sweatpants, then takes your hand and allows you to lead him downstairs. To your surprise, your dad is in the kitchen. You hope he won't even question why Rafe is over at nine in the morning, since the two of you are leaving for USC soon.

"Morning, Dad," you smile as you lead Rafe into the kitchen.

Rafe gives your dad a nod and a shy smile. Ever since your dad had his back with the generators, Rafe has been trying harder to make sure he's on your dad's good side. He's been trying to follow the rules they've set with you, but sleeping with you at night is not negotiable to him. He needs you in order to get a good night's sleep.

"Morning, you two," your dad smiles, "Sleep well, honey?"

You nod a quick response to him, then open up the fridge and start handing Rafe eggs. Hoping your dad will get the hint and leave, you're both surprised when your dad pats Rafe on the back.

"What about you, Rafe?"

You turn, looking at the expression Rafe holds. He looks scared, but quickly tries to wipe it away as he gives your dad a smile.

"What about me, sir?"

You watch your dad grin, and you know he knows. Rafe hasn't caught on yet, or at least is playing dumb with your dad, because his expression does not change.

"You sleep well, son?"

Rafe nods, not sure of the game here but also not really wanting to play. Your dad is full on grinning now, and he pats Rafe on the back again.

"Good. I'm glad. I, however, did not. Some kid was sneaking into my daughter's bedroom in the middle of the night and kicked my bedroom window while he was climbing the tree."

Rafe's expression turns scared now, as you two have never actually been confronted by your dad before.

"Sir, I'm so-"

Your dad interrupts your boyfriend by shaking his head and laughing.

"Use the front door next time, okay? It's what it's there for."

Your dad grabs his coffee mug off the kitchen counter and exits the room, proud of himself. He knows he got his point across without being a dick, which makes him happy because he really does like Rafe.

"Fuck, baby," Rafe whispers to you the second your dad is gone.

You start to laugh, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth because you know Rafe is feeling very embarrassed right now. He reaches out and grabs onto you, tickling your sides as you laugh at him. You try not to scream at him to stop, because you know you two are already on thin ice with your dad.

"We got in trouble," you sing to him, "Well, mainly you."

Rafe pinches your side, making you fall back against him. He grabs onto you and holds you up, but you continue to squirm to get away so he won't pinch you again.

"You better stop laughing at me," he whispers in your ear.

"I'm sorry," you say, trying your best to suppress your giggles.

He spins you around to face him, then in one fluid motion, picks you up and places you on the counter in front of him. He's so fast that it scares you, and you cling onto him long after he's set you down.

"It's not my fault that I can't sleep without you," he tells you, his voice low. He buries his face in your neck and kisses you there, then up behind your ear, then back down again.

"Hmm, are you blaming me?" you ask, setting one hand on his back and another on his neck, bringing your hand up into his hair.

"Oh, yes," he mumbles against your skin, "It's completely your fault I can't get enough of you."

You laugh now, but his movements feel so good. He puts one hand underneath your shirt, which makes you reach down and stop him.

"Baby, we can't do this in here," you warn him.

"Right," he agrees, but does not move back or take his hands off of you whatsoever, "Let's skip breakfast. There's something else I would like to eat."

You gasp at his words, then giggle. He reaches around and grabs your butt, then picks you up off the counter. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he does this. He keeps one hand on your ass and another around your back as he starts toward the stairs, keeping his lips on any part of your body he can reach.

"Don't drop me," you tell him as he starts up the stairs.

He removes his lips from your cheek and looks at you, an expression you've never seen before.

"Have I ever?"

You shake your head at him, and then smile. He grins and then continues his work with his mouth, still working his way up the stairs and into your bedroom.

You and Rafe get out of bed after a while and take a shower together in your bathroom. He messes with you by turning the water cold every time you look away from him, which makes you shriek every time. He always laughs and wraps his warm body around you to shield you until the water get hot again, which is honestly why he does it. You two had planned to leave the island at eleven, but with Rafe's shenanigans and the lengthy shower the two of you took, it's nearly one when you two finally hop in Rafe's truck.

You two planned just to make the drive today, and then tomorrow you would go look at the school. The drive takes about eight hours, and you offered to pay Rafe gas money, but he politely told you hell no.

The entire drive, Rafe keeps one hand on your leg. Or in your hand. Or anywhere on your body he really pleases. You don't mind one single bit. He talks to you more about the school, and makes you promise that if you fall in love with it, that you'll go and won't let him be the one that holds you back.

And you feel so grateful to be with him when he says that. You know a lot of girls who follow their boyfriends to college, or girls whose boyfriends become freaks when they go off to a different school. You know Rafe would never be like those guys, which is why you're confident that you'll make the right decision for yourself.

The drive goes by fairly quickly, at least for you, because you fall asleep for about three hours. Rafe turns the radio off when you fall asleep so it won't wake you up, but he still lets his hand stroke up and down your leg gently. He laughs at the idea of taking another picture of you while you're asleep, and ends up snapping one quickly. This time, however, he decides not to tell you about it. He doesn't want you deleting them from his phone when he's not looking.

"Baby," he whispers once you arrive, "Baby girl. Wake up."

You open your eyes and feel his hand on your leg, then take note of where you are. It's dark out and the truck is parked in the lot of your hotel. You look over and see your boyfriend, a soft and gentle expression on his face.

"Hey," he greets you, his voice quiet.

"Shit," you swear, "Sorry. We're here?"

He laughs lightly and nods his head, "I'll go check us in, then we'll get something to eat."

You mumble out an 'okay', wiping the sleep from your eyes. Rafe left his phone in the truck, so you smirk and grab it, unlocking it and holding it down in case he looks to you through the window. You open up his photos, determined to change your contact picture back to what it was before, when you see the most recent one of you asleep in the passenger seat. He had taken it two hours ago. You laugh and shake your head, but don't delete either picture because you know Rafe loves them.

You change your contact picture back, then shove his phone back in the console as you see him walking back out to the truck.

"All right, come on," he says as he pulls open the door for you, holding out his hand to help you hop out.

He leads you around to the back of the truck and removes both of your bags, carrying them in one hand and your hand in the other. He allows you to walk through the front door of the hotel first, not letting go of your hand as he does so. He then leads you down through the lobby and then down a few hallways, finally stopping as you reach your room. He opens the door up and holds it open for you to enter first, then follows behind and closes it.

"Nice place," you observe, looking at the king size bed and the up-to-date bathroom.

"Yeah, it is," Rafe agrees, "Bed's gonna be my favorite part."

You smirk at him as he comes to stand in front of you, bringing one hand up to your face and pulling your hair away. He leans down and gives you a kiss, then another, then another.

"Can we cuddle a bit before we go eat?" Rafe asks you, and even though it's already nine o'clock, you nod.

He grins at you and drags you back on the bed with him, pushing the covers back and pulling them over the two of you. He presses you into him, wrapping both of his arms around you and keeping you close. It's not long before he sinks down and puts his head on your chest, wanting you to play with his hair like you always do. You do as he wishes, rubbing one hand on his upper back and another through his hair. He hums happily, so pleased to be here with you.

"Is this what it will be like when I come to visit you?" he asks quietly, leaving a little kiss on your chest.

"Absolutely," you tell him.

You're doing your best to settle every little bit of anxiety Rafe has about you leaving. You want him to be completely confident that you love him and want to be with him, regardless of whether or not you're a mile away.

"Jesus Christ," he mumbles when you start to scratch his back, "I am so in love with you."

You smile widely and reach down, grabbing his hand. You bring it up and leave a kiss on his knuckles.

"I love you right back," you tell him, feeling him smile against your chest.

You continue scratching Rafe's back, smiling contently every time he hums with satisfaction. After a while, he stops humming, and you're afraid he's fallen asleep.

"Baby," you speak lightly, "You still with me?"

"Always," he mumbles back, but you can tell he's fading.

You lean down and kiss the top of his head, stroking his hair again.

"Why don't we go eat, and then we can come back and continue."

Rafe groans, not wanting to eat, but knowing you need to. He should as well, since you two haven't eaten since you stopped for a quick bite on the road.

"Okay," he grumbles, sitting up and giving you a kiss, "Let me change my shirt."

He's in some random OBX t-shirt, and you aren't sure why he wants to change, but when you picture him in your favorite long sleeve dress shirt, you almost start to drool.

"Let me pick it out!" you jump up, scaring Rafe at your excitement.

"Okay, babe," he laughs at you, pointing to his bag.

You're not even sure he brought that shirt, in fact, he probably didn't, but you'll still get to pick out what he wears. And given the amount of times Rafe has done that to you, you think it's your turn now.

You open up his duffle bag and start looking through the clothes he packed, your eyes finally settling on the shirt you had imagined. It's a long sleeve blue button down with black stripes going horizontally and vertically that make little squares. You love Rafe in this shirt, but you also love the memory that goes with it. Rafe wore this the first time he ever told you he loved you.

"I knew you'd pick that one," he grins at you when he sees you holding it, "I brought it because you love it."

You look over at him and give him the puppy dog eyes, swearing you could cry. This sweet boy is all yours, and you couldn't help but feel insanely lucky as your heart swells. You don't speak, nothing you can say will express how he makes you feel, so you hold it out as you walk over to him. He takes off his shirt as he watches you, then takes the shirt from your hand once you're close enough.

"So handsome," you tell him as you watch him button it up.

"Thank you, baby," he smiles at you.

Once his shirt is buttoned, he grabs your hand and pulls you out the door. You both realize once you get to the truck that it's super late and most restaurants are probably closed by now. Rafe asks you if you want to go to the first place you find, which you agree to.

He drives to the area in town where most of the students go, places he knows will still be open. You both spy a place that looks like a bar and grill, so Rafe pulls in and parks the car. He rushes around the truck and opens the door, taking your hand and leading you inside once he locks the truck.

You enter the restaurant and look around. It's more crowded than you expected, but neither of you really mind. Rafe sets his hand on your back and leads you over to a table. You keep your head down while Rafe looks around, observing everything. He pulls your chair out for you and pushes you in, and as he's walking around to his seat, he stops.

"For fuck's sake," he mutters.

You look up at him, confused, and follow his eyes across the restaurant, over to the bar. At first, you don't see anything out of the ordinary. You start to speak, and then you see the boy. Will. The guy from the fateful dinner that ultimately helped Rafe and your father bond. It wasn't a night you loved to remember, but it had its moments. You had completely forgotten that he attends USC, but you never would've dreamed you guys would run into him.

"Honey," you say gently, reaching out and setting your hand on Rafe's arm, "Relax, okay? Just sit down."

Rafe stares at Will for another few seconds, then looks down at your little hand on his arm and obeys you. You don't even bother glancing at Will, because you don't need to. He would be the stupidest guy in the world to come over here after what Rafe almost did to him at dinner.

You watch as your boyfriend sits, bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he tries to breathe through his anger. You reach out and grab his hand off of his face, holding it in your own and giving him a gentle smile to comfort him.

"Do you want to go somewhere else?" you ask him softly.

He shakes his head, "No. No, baby, it's fine. Let's just eat and get out of here, yeah?"

You nod and hand him a menu, but keep your hand in his. He's squeezing it, so you know he doesn't want you to let go. You waiter comes over to collect your drink order. You order a water and assume Rafe will get the same, but he orders alcohol instead. He doesn't even flinch when he shows the waiter his fake ID.

"Thanks, man," Rafe mutters to the waiter as he walks away. You take a deep breath, mad that your evening with him has been ruined by some asshole at the bar.

"So," you start, not addressing Rafe's drink, "You got much going on with your dad this week?"

Rafe shrugs, staring down at the table like it's the most interesting thing in the world.

When he doesn't speak, you sigh and reach out, taking both of his hands in yours this time.

"Rafe," you start, watching him look up at you, "Please don't get like this, okay? Just let it go. I want to have fun with you."

Rafe sighs and nods his head, then brings your hand up to kiss your knuckles, the same way you had to him in the hotel room.

"I'm sorry, baby. You're right. I bet half those guys at the bar are assholes anyway. Consider it forgotten."

He gives you a cheesy smile just to prove he's not going to think about it anymore, which makes you smile back. He starts chatting with you about what his dad has him working on, and confides in you about how he really just wants to do well for him. The waiter brings Rafe's drink from the bar, which he barely touches as you sit. The food comes out and Rafe continues to steal off of your plate, using the defense that you never finish your food anyway. You pretend to be mad at him but truthfully, you couldn't be happier. And you're thankful that his glass sits full on the table, because Rafe never has just one drink.

Rafe throws his napkin down on his plate as he finishes, then reaches out and opens his hand on the table, signaling that he wants yours. You give it to him and watch as his large hand closes around your small one.

"You know," he tells you, a smirk on his face, "I can't wait to put a fatass fucking diamond on this finger."

His thumb grazes over your ring finger on your left hand, making butterflies erupt all in your stomach. You two had discussed marriage only as an option for way down the line, but the way he looks at you now, you almost wonder if he's thinking differently.

"Marriage already?"

Your eyes close at the voice, because unfortunately, you already know who is belongs to. He's standing behind Rafe, and you're not quite sure how you hadn't seen him, but he looks drunk as can be. You look to Rafe now, who's expression has hardened.

"Rafe-" you say quietly, groaning as he ignores you and lets go of your hand, then stands up.

"Excuse me?" Rafe turns around to look at Will. You can tell by how tense he is that he doesn't need to be pushed very far.

"Just saying, dude," Will laughs, then stumbles a bit to the side, "She's gonna meet a lot of guys in college. You know, guys who want to make their own living."

You stand when Will finishes his sentence, stepping over beside Rafe and wrapping both your arms around one of his. You're hoping if you hold onto him enough, he won't risk hurting you by punching the shit out of Will. Not that he doesn't deserve it. Will glances over at you, which Rafe objects to right away.

"Don't fucking look at her," Rafe snaps, "You really don't want to go there with me."

Will takes one step forward, smirking, "You have no idea what I want, dick."

"You know, I really recommend you move five feet back," Rafe warns him. His arm is tense in your grip, almost like he doesn't care if you're there or not.

"Or what, tough guy?" Will asks, stumbling forward, closer to the two of you.

Rafe scoffs, then turns to you and grabs your shoulders, pushing you off of him and trying to move you away.

"Rafe, please, don't," you say. He won't look at you, he just wants you far enough away that you can't get caught between them.

"Rafe," you repeat, reaching up and grabbing his chin, pulling him down to meet your eyes, "You're better than him. Let's just leave, all right?"

"Baby, just let me-"

"No," your voice is stern, "I mean it, Rafe. You hit him, and we're going home."

As angry as he is, he doesn't want to ruin your whole college trip by punching some douchebag in the face. He takes note of the look in your eyes, how serious you are, and nods slowly.

"What? That's it?" Will laughs, and Rafe tightens his grip on your shoulders.

"I'm going to settle the bill," Rafe tells you.

You nod as he removes his hands from you, stepping back over to the table and throwing some bills down on it. You pretend not to notice as he grabs his drink from earlier and downs it. He wipes his mouth, ignoring Will, who calls him a pussy. You watch as he takes a deep breath, then steps back over to you and grabs onto the back of your neck, possessively leading you out of the restaurant.

"Get in the truck," he demands, holding the door open for you.

"Rafe-" you try, but he cuts you off.

"Get in the damn truck, Y/N."

You nod your head slowly and do as you're told, flinching when he slams the door behind you.

He doesn't speak on the ride back to the hotel and neither do you. You want to tell him you love him and you're proud of him and you appreciate what he had done back there, but you don't. You don't question him when he pulls into the parking lot of the first liquor store he sees, and you don't say a word when he gets back into the truck with a brown bag in his hand. He puts the bag in the center console and closes it, then continues with the drive.

When you get back to the hotel, he grabs the bag from the console and then hops out, hurrying around to your side to get you from the truck. He holds out his free hand for you, and thankfully, he doesn't let go once you're out. He leads you into the building and to your room, holding the door open for you. You thank him quietly, but he does not respond.

Once you're back in the room, Rafe sits down on the bed and puts his head in his hands. You step over to your bag and pull out a change of clothes, which just so happens to be Rafe's shirt and shorts. Silently, you step into the bathroom and change, taking a moment before you go back out.

Rafe is sitting on the bed with a bottle in his hand, of what you're not sure. He presses it up to his lips and takes a long sip, then makes a face as it goes down.

"Rafe," you speak, your voice uneven. You step to him as he looks up at you, eyes softening as he sees you in his shirt.

He sets the bottle down on the nightstand, and before he can even invite you, you wiggle your way into his lap, straddling him, throwing your arms around his back. He grabs onto you just as tight, one hand around your back and another on your butt. You hug him for a while, bringing one hand up to stroke the back of his neck and soothe him. You hear his breathing start to slow, telling you he's calming down.

After a bit, you pull yourself back to look at him. You stare into his eyes and rub your hands over his cheeks, just absolutely taking him all in. You give him a small kiss, a gentle one, but it's enough that you can taste the alcohol on his lips. You pull away after a second and look at him again.

"You understand that none of what he said is true, right?" you ask.

Rafe nods, but you can tell by his expression that he's not completely convinced.

"Rafe," you whisper, watching as his eyes well up and he looks away from you, "Baby. Please tell me you understand that."

Rafe looks down at your lap, at your legs on top of his, and you feel a tear hit your skin. You pull his chin up immediately and make him look at you. He tries to pull away, so you grab the sides of his face and hold him still.

"What if he's right, baby? What if you go off to fucking USC and you meet some guy who's actually in school and going somewhere and you decide I'm not what you want anymore?"

You shake your head immediately, your heart aching at the sight of how upset he is over this.

"That's not going to happen, honey. I love you. I want to be with you. And you're going to be visiting me so much that I won't even have time to meet other guys," you smile.

Rafe shakes his head, sniffling loudly and keeping his emotions in.

"That's not fair," he says quickly, "That wouldn't be fair of me. You deserve to be able to go out and meet other people."

"I'm not saying I won't do that, Rafe," your thumb brushes the line on his face where his tear had fallen, "I'm just saying that I want to do all of that with you."

He stares at you for a second, watching your expression to see if you really mean it. He takes a deep breath and nods, believing you. You hope that you both can just lay down and be together like you had been earlier, before you dreadfully told him you wanted dinner.

Rafe reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, glancing at it only slightly before he stands up, still holding you, and then spins around and sets you on the bed. He pulls his arms out from around you, and you instantly feel cold.

"I have to make a call," he tells you, wiping his face.

"What?" you look up at him, "To who?"

He reaches down and grabs the bottle on the nightstand beside you, then starts toward the door. He doesn't answer you, so you stand up.

"Rafe!" you yell after him.

He turns around and looks at you, giving you a small smile to tell you it's all okay.

"It's just a business call, babe. Stay here. I'll be back in a bit."

He turns and walks out the door, leaving you alone. You consider going after him, but decide to respect his space and his work, so you collapse down on the bed and flip on the TV. You lay in the exact same spot you had earlier with Rafe, when you two were cuddling. And you hope he hurries up, so you can finally get back to it.

Rafe's gone for so long, and you're so tired from everything, that you wind up dozing off. The TV is playing softly and the pillow are so comfortable that you fall asleep above the covers on the bed. The door to your hotel room slamming shut is what wakes you up. You turn around on the bed and see Rafe digging through his bag. You can only see his side profile, but you can tell his hair is totally messed up.

"Babe?" you say, your voice sleepy.

He closes his eyes and then turns to face you, making you sit up in the bed. His lip is bloody and his nose is bleeding. Your jaw falls open as you look at him, your eyes trailing down to his bloody knuckles.

"What the fuck, Rafe?" you raise your voice at him, standing up off the bed.

"I'm sorry," he says, but he doesn't sound like he means it. As you get closer to him, you can smell the alcohol stench radiating off his body.

"Who the fuck did you hit?" you snap at him.

He groans and turns back around, digging through his bag again. You wait for him to answer you, but he doesn't.

"What the hell are you looking for?" you say, your voice stern and loud.

"My fucking charger, Jesus!" he yells back at you, slamming his hand down on the table that his bag rests on, "How many goddamn questions are you going to ask?"

You instinctively step back when he starts to yell, crossing your arms over your chest as a way to protect yourself. He looks down after he sees you step back, knowing he's scared you.

"You can use mine," you speak after a minute, walking over and grabbing yours from the wall.

He takes it from your hand and plugs his phone in, keeping his back to you. You watch as he runs his hands through his hair, trying to calm himself down.

"I'm sorry for raising my voice," he finally speaks, quieter this time. He still hasn't turned around.

"It's okay," you say weakly, "Are you all right?"

He sighs, then turns around to look at you again. He stares at you, in his shirt, and thinks about how much he does not deserve you. How much he is not worthy to be loved by you. How he totally fucked up and let his anger get the best of him instead of staying in this hotel with you tonight. He knows he should never have left.

"I didn't have a business call," he admits, dodging your question.

"I figured that out," you reply. Your eyes shift down to the carpet as he admits he lied to you.

"I just..." Rafe starts, beginning to pace around the room, "I couldn't let that fucking asshole get away with it. Not again. He doesn't get to say shit like that-"

"Why does it bother you so much?" you interrupt, your eyes following him as he paces.

"Because-" he says, but stops himself.

You stand there, raised eyebrow and arms crossed, staring at him.

"Because," he repeats, sighing, "I'm fucking crazy about you and I can't imagine myself being with anyone else. Like ever. So if you leave me, I mean, that's it. I'm done. And that fucking asshole's got me in here crying like a bitch in front of you-"

"Rafe," you stop him, stepping forward and placing both hands on his chest, "You're not a bitch for being upset. You're allowed to be upset, okay?"

He nods his head, relaxing under your touch. You bring one hand up to his lip, wiping away a bit of blood that lingers on his skin. He has blood pooled up under his nose, so you reach down and take his hand.

"Come on," you say softly, "Let's get you cleaned up."

He follows you to the bathroom and you tell him to sit on the counter, which he does without argument. You take a washcloth and wet it, then bring it up to his face. You hold his chin while you clean the blood from him, and he stares at you the entire time. He loves knowing you'll take care of him.

You remove the washcloth and run it under the water as he sits there, thinking you've finally decided what you want to say to address Rafe's feelings.

"I hope that you listen to me when I speak this time," you say, your voice harsher than you mean it to come out, "I am not going anywhere. I love you and this is the relationship I want to be in. But if you keep going out and punching every guy that looks at me the wrong way, we're going to start having problems."

You stare down at the washcloth in your hand. You don't have the guts to face him as you say this, not really knowing if you're mad or sad or just relieved he's okay. You see him nod out of the corner of your eye.

"I'm sorry, baby," he says quietly, "You're the most important thing in the world to me and I don't want to jeopardize that."

You squeeze the washcloth and then bring it back up to his nose, avoiding looking him in the eye.

"Then please, Rafe, knock this shit off."

He smiles, which scrunches the space you're trying to clean off.

"Yes, ma'am," he smirks.

You smile softly, then bring the washcloth down and look at him. Even with beaten knuckles and a bloody face, he's still the most handsome guy you've ever laid eyes on.

"You're going to have to replace this shirt," you say, trying not to be upset that he got blood on the shirt you love so much.

"I will," he promises.

You know he thinks you're angry with him, but you decide to let him think that for a bit. You reach down and grab his hand, cleaning the blood from his knuckles. You excuse yourself for a moment and grab gauze from the first-aid kit in you room, then com back in and gently wrap it around his wound.

"And for the record," you start to speak, "The day you put that fatass fucking diamond on my finger, it's never coming off."

You don't look up at him, but you notice how he sits up as you say this, then listen as he laughs. When you finally bring your eyes up to his, he's grinning from ear to ear. He grabs your cheeks and pulls you in, kissing you with such intensity that you could melt right then and there.

"That's fucking right, baby," he says, pulling away to speak and then reconnecting your lips.

He leads the two of you out of the bathroom and to the bed, where you both collapse and finish what you started hours ago.

The next day after your campus tour of USC, you and Rafe walk hand-in-hand back to his truck. He's been making small talk the whole way about the dorms and the library, because he's too afraid to ask you if you liked the campus. He doesn't really want you moving eight hours away, although he'd never say that to you.

He opens the passenger door up for you once you reach the truck, then takes a deep breath as he walks over to the drivers side. He knows he has to ask you, he's just scared of the answer. You unlock your phone and start to reply to a text from your mom when Rafe climbs in. He doesn't start the truck, he just looks over at you.

The thought of you not being close to him absolutely scares the shit out of him. Sometimes he wonders if he loves you too much.

"So?" he asks, his voice unsteady.

You don't even look up from your phone, "What?"

"Babe, what did you think?"

You send the text to your mom, then look over at him. The look in his eyes makes you put your phone down, then reach over and grab his hand. He knows you loved it. He knows that's where you're going to go.

"I think I'm gonna like Chapel Hill a whole lot more."

His jaw practically falls open and he can't help but lean forward and kiss you.

"Thank god," he says against your lips, making you smile.

He kisses you for a while, just because he's so relieved he doesn't have to stop any time soon. He lets his hand fall down to your leg, and you grin as it gradually slides up.

"We should get home," you remind him after a bit. He sighs against your lips, leaving one more quick kiss with you before he sits back in his seat. He leave his hand where it is, though.

"You're probably right,"  he grumbles.

You stroke the bandage on his knuckles with your pointer finger, then hold your hand out and imagine what a ring would look like on you.

"Back to OBX," you say, more to yourself than to Rafe, "Where we belong."

"Damn right, baby."

[superstition13]

So I have a University assignment due at midnight, which I have absolutely zero motivation to do, but it did inspire this little piece.

Distractions

//AKA Dabi Distracts You From Your Work 💙

Dabi x Female Reader (NSFW)

Genre: smut, porn with very little plot involved, fluff

Includes: biting, unprotected sex, hair pulling, cock warming, teasing, pet names, fingering, crying (pleasure), after care, Dabi’s piercings

You can’t tell me that Dabi isn’t the type of guy who would gladly use sex as a means of distracting you from your work

Especially if he feels as though you’re paying too much attention to it and not him

And if you’re a university student, he would definitely fuck your brains out instead of letting you finish an assignment that he knew you had due

Maybe you make the mistake of letting him sit in your desk chair while you sit on his lap, so at least you can be close to him

He’d start off with his chin resting on his shoulder and his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, but it wouldn’t take long for his hands to begin to wander

One hand would drift down to your inner thigh, and begin tracing feather light patterns along the exposed skin he found there with the tips of his fingers, teasingly close to where you really want him to touch you

Meanwhile, his other hand has slipped under your shirt and is now toying with your nipples

And while all this is going on, you’re still desperately trying your best to concentrate, but it’s becoming increasingly harder for you to focus on typing out an essay when your boyfriend’s hands are doing sinful things to your body

It’s when he starts trailing his lips along your neck, nipping, sucking, and leaving tiny bruises behind that you give in to his touches

Dabi’s hand leaves its place on your thigh and his thumb hooks around the waist band of the skimpy pair of gym shorts you’d decided to wear around the house that day

You raise your hips, just enough for him to slide them down to your knees, where they fall and drop to the floor

He pops open the button on his jeans, and you swear you can feel yourself getting just that little bit wetter at the loud sound his zipper makes in the otherwise quiet apartment

His hands go to your hips, and he lowers you onto his achingly hard cock

A small gasp escapes your lips, you’d been careful not to brush up against his dick while you were working, not wanting to encourage Dabi’s teasing

You’d known he was horny, obviously, but you hadn’t realised how hard he truly was

The two of you moan when he’s fully sheathed inside your heat

You expect him to start bouncing you up and down on his cock, but when he doesn’t you figure he wants you to be the one taking charge

Instead, his hands tighten around you warningly, and he keeps you seated firmly in his lap

“Don’t you have something to do, princess?”

“But I thought-”

“You thought wrong angel.”

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice, knowing full well that if you turn your head to look at him, you’ll see one on his face

“Consider this your punishment for ignoring me.”

Part of you can’t believe Dabi is making you finish your assignment instead of fucking you, especially when his cock is buried inside you

Another part of you can totally believe it, knowing all too well what a tease your boyfriend can be

He sits back and begins drawing lazy circles around your throbbing clit

Somehow, you manage to type out a paragraph, and you think that maybe you can do this

Until Dabi decides to flex beneath you, the seemingly innocent movement making his dick twitch inside of you, driving you crazy from the stimulation

You could have tears rolling down your cheeks as you beg him to bend you over your desk and just fuck you already

Instead, he’d have the audacity to coo softly in your ear:

“Come on baby girl, I thought you needed to concentrate?”

But the moment you finish that assignment and submit it to your Professor, he’s pulling out of you and standing up so fast that the chair he’d been sitting on falls over backwards

He quickly manages to get rid of the few articles of clothing the two of you have left between you

Before you know it, Dabi has you bent over the desk, one hand tangled in your hair and the other at your hip in a grip so tight that it's bound to leave bruises. He thrusts into you rapidly, setting a brutal pace. The sounds of skin on skin slapping together, and the obscene noise your cunt makes as he fucks into you fills the air of the studio apartment you share with him.

It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time for you to cum around Dabi’s cock, already pent up and overflowing from almost an hour's worth of Dabi teasing you. Your thighs are glistening as you let go, screaming his name so loudly that your neighbours are sure to file another noise complaint against the two of you come the evening. He releases his grip on your hair, trailing his fingers down your body until they rest between your thighs, and begin to draw circles around your clit once more. Gone are the slow, teasing touches from earlier his only focus is on making you scream out his name out for a second time before he cums. Dabi leans forward, his chest pressing flush against yours back, practically laying on top of you as he rails you without mercy. You realise that you can feel the cold metal of his nipple piercings pressing into your back, and the mental image it conjures makes you clench around him. Dabi lets out a soft groan, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Fuck sweetheart, you have no idea how good you feel wrapped around me,” he pants, his voice breathy as it caresses your neck. “So good and tight for me, fuck. Come again angel, one more time, I wanna hear you scream my name.”

“God Dabi, yes! Yes! Yes!” You whine, trailing off into a hiss at one particularly hard thrust. “Right there baby, I’m so close, fuck!”

Without missing a beat, he shifts himself slightly, angling his cock in a way that Dabi knew would have you seeing stars and hurtling over that precipice you were dangling from. You were convinced you could feel the tip of him pounding against your cervix, dragging deliciously against your walls in all his pierced glory as he brushed past that sweet spot hidden inside of you with each and every punishing thrust. This new angle, abusing your g-spot while his fingers danced over clit, your nipples being teased as they were dragged and pushed across the surface of your desk; All of it was proving to be too much for you. That coil deep inside of you winding tighter and tighter, rendering you all but incoherent. Your tipping point however, was when your boyfriend sunk his teeth into the junction of your shoulder and neck. It wasn't quite hard enough to break the skin, but you knew without a doubt that he would leave one hell of a mark. The pain from his teeth sends pleasure arcing through your body like waves of electricity, going straight to your pussy, causing that tightly wound coil to snap as you threw yourself from the edge you had been hanging onto for dear life.

"Fuck Dabi, I'm coming, FUCK!" You sobbed, cheeks feeling suspiciously wet. The way your pussy fluttered around him was exactly what Dabi needed to find his own release, his pace becoming more and more erratic as he continued to thrust into you, working you both through the shared orgasm. Your name left Dabi’s mouth in a loud moan that was practically pornographic. He came inside of you, painting your walls with his seed, your combined release already beginning to seep out of you from the sheer amount of cum he was pumping into your cunt.

Eventually, his thrusts come to a halt. Your face was pressed uncomfortably against your desk, and you were pretty sure there was a pen trapped beneath you, but at that moment you didn't quite have it in yourself to care. Your mind was pleasantly fogged over from the post orgasm haze, and had someone asked for your name in that given moment, it probably would have taken you a few minutes to recall.

The first thing you became aware of, was Dabi pressing a series of gentle kisses to your neck, paying particular attention to the large bite mark he had left in the heat of the moment. It throbbed slightly, but not unpleasantly so, soothed by the delicate pressure of his lips. Slowly, he pulled out, a small noise of displeasure escaping you at the sudden emptiness you felt with the absence of his cock. He pulled you up, and guided you gently over to the bed where the two of you collapsed together. His arms encircled your waist, gathering you up against his chest. Fingers began to play with your hair as your awareness slowly began to return, Dabi's lips now pressed gently to the top of your head.

"That was..." you trailed off, still slightly breathless.

"Yeah." He agreed, tracing patterns along your skin.

"I'm going to need a shower," you winced, feeling his cum already beginning to dry on you. You already dreaded the idea of getting up to leave the bed, knowing that by the time you did, your limbs would be feeling like jelly and there would surely be an ache settled between your thighs.

"Not yet," your boyfriend breathed. "I'll get up and get us a towel in a minute. Just, lie here with me for now, okay?"

"Okay," you murmured against him, not needing too much convincing.

"Maybe I should help you with your work more often, princess," he suggested, but was met with no reply. Dabi craned his neck to look down at you, only to realise that you had managed to fall asleep in his embrace.

Here’s that tag you asked for lovely, hope you enjoyed my first attempt at writing smut.

@simpforsadbois 💜

[yunhoez]

Coincide

pairings: timeskip!suna rintaro x f!reader

genre: smut, FLUFF, tiny bit of angst like for 2 seconds, followed by more fluff

warnings: NSFW 18+, swearing, orgasm denial, public sex, breeding, "bunny", not proofread (its 3 am), I think that's it but pls let me know if I missed anything

a/n: this is really self indulgent, I had this thought in the shower and something about my trash ass ex seeing me happy with suna makes my brain go brrrrr. don't worry, I'm working on that in therapy :D anyways this is my first time writing smut, lol bye! hope y'all enjoy!!! <3

There’s no reason to attend a high school reunion with people you never liked nor thought of in years. Meaningless chatter mixed with the stench of beer, while the god awful fluorescent lights sting your eyes didn’t sound appealing to you. Yet here you are, standing against the wall of the poorly decorated banquet hall with a drink you’ve hardly touched. The “Welcome Class of 2017” banner in front of you, reminded you of just how little time has passed since you’ve seen these people. If it were up to you, you would’ve ignored the e-vite and binged a show you’ve seen 100 times already. However, your sweet boyfriend, Suna Rintaro, was so eager to see where you spent your teen years and the people who knew you way before he did. Not that they would have very many stories about you, considering how much you kept to yourself, but that didn’t stop Suna from RSVPing on your behalf.

“I fucking hate you.” you spat, taking a sip of your drink, wincing at the strength.

“I know.” suna smirked, handing you his beer and taking your drink for himself.

The both of you stood close together, watching people fein happiness at the sight of each other. What was the point in attending these events if not to show off how much better you’re doing to people who no longer matter to you, if they ever did that is. Suna nudged you lightly, motioning towards a group of people coming toward the two of you.

“Hey! I didn’t think you’d be here!”

“Yeah! Me neither!” you giggle, shooting a glare towards Suna who’s already grinning at you.

Suna knows you hate small talk, but something about seeing you perk up at the memories you’ve seemingly forgotten made him feel warm inside. Although you never wanted to admit it, you missed the people who made your teen years a little less terrible. Suna wrapped his arms around your waist, settling his chin onto your head, as the two of you listened to your friends reminisce about your antics.

“I’m telling you, this girl was in detention every single day!”

“Don’t act like you weren’t there with me!” you huffed, feeling Suna’s chest rumble with laughter. No one had ever taken much interest in your life, except for Suna. It was safe to say you had no idea how to react to his attentiveness when it came to you. You looked up at him, watching how he was soaking in the memories of you, that he didn’t get to witness. He smiles widely at the thought of you picking at your chicken sandwiches, only for you to eat the bread and call it lunch.

You notice the crinkle in his eyes, as he catches you in photos on the projector screen. You cover your face, a blush creeping onto your cheeks, as everyone awes at their younger selves. Suna grabs hold of your hands and pulls them down from your face, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“You know if I went to your school, I would’ve been afraid of you.”

“Says the one who looks bored out of his mind all the time.” you tease him, your gaze still fixed on the dimly lit screen.

“Guess we’re soulmates then.” he hums into your ear, tightening his grip around your waist.

The night went by smoothly, well as smooth as it can get when you’re surrounded by people who most definitely hated each other. Suna leads you to the bar, ordering a round of shots for the two of you.

“If we’re going to be here, we might as well take advantage of the open bar.” he grins, pouring salt onto your hand and handing you the tiny glass.

“I’m sure that’s the only reason so many people showed up.” you respond, licking the salt and downing the burning liquid. Suna brings a lime wedge to your lips, you suck on it lightly as he watches you intently. He brings it to his own mouth, draining the remainder of the juice before neatly folding it in a napkin.

“So what’s the story with those two over there?” he motions to the couple arguing a few feet from you.

“Them? They always do that, one minute they’re in love and the next they’re having a Twitter war.” you say, signaling the bartender for another round.

“Does that mean we’ll get to read some drama tonight?” Suna perks up, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. You giggle, clinking your glasses together and savoring the tequila running through you quicker than you expected.

“Already feeling it, pretty?”

“Pft. No, I’m just feelin’ fuzzy.”

Suna turns you to face him, his eyes starting to glaze over from the drinks. Everything around you feels hazy, but his touch is amplified as he taps on your lips to open. He wedges the lime into your mouth, gaze fixed on the way you swallow the tart juice and pucker your lips. Placing the fruit in his glass, he attaches his lips to yours, groaning at the mix of your sweetness and the sour taste of citrus. The lingering taste of tequila was replaced with his own, your body getting drunk off of him more so than the alcohol. He places his hand onto the small of your back, pressing you into him and eliminating any space between you two. A firm poke to your thigh was enough for you to have you moan softly into his mouth. He pulls away, a string of saliva connecting you two before snapping back onto his lips. He licks them, relishing in the haze of love and need he feels for you.

“Bathroom. Now.” he demands, throwing a wad of cash onto the bar and pulling you with him. A smile plastered on your lips as you follow close behind him, stumbling on your platforms.

The two of you stumble into the men’s bathroom, small giggles falling from your lips as Suna trips over his own foot before locking the door. You lift yourself up onto the counter, feeling the cold tile on your thighs and leaning against the mirror. Suna nudges your legs apart with his thigh, slipping in between them and running his hands up your short dress, peppering kisses along your neck.

“God, I love you.” he mumbles, pulling you closer to him and smashing his lips against yours. Your hands find their way to his hair, pulling at it slightly as he deepens the kiss and moans into your mouth. His grip on your ass tightens, before he makes his way between your legs. He lifts your dress and shoves your panties to the side, staring at the mess he’s caused.

“Always so wet for me, bunny.” he whispers into your core, placing a light kiss onto your clit. You whimper at the minimal contact and he grins, flattening his tongue and licking a stripe between your folds, savoring the taste he could never get enough of. “Fuck..” he moans, the cold metal of his ring clad fingers pumping into you slowly. The sinful moans of his name leave your mouth with no shame, the sound of him devouring you and your screams were sure to be heard from the hallway.

“Rin…” you moan out, your thighs tightening over his head as he continues to suck on your clit.

“You need me, baby?” he asks, looking up at you through his thick lashes. His honey eyes dripped with lust, as he moved his slick covered fingers to rub your clit. The small, tight circles cause your thighs to shake. “Answer me, pretty.”

“R-Rin… need you.” you stutter, feeling the familiar warmth in your stomach building up. You were so close, his fingers entering you once again and curling into your sweet spot. He grins at you, his face wet from your cunt, as he leans to press a kiss to your swollen lips. “Rin! I’m-”

“I know, baby. I got you.” he coos, going in and out of you faster. Just as you were about to reach your high, his fingers slip out of you. A mischievous grin plastered on his face, as he sucks on his fingers. You groan, covering your face and pressing your thighs together. “Ah… Ah…” He pushes your thighs apart with his body, unbuckling his belt and pulling himself out. “Thought you needed me?” He pouts, pumping himself slowly.

“I- Rin. Please, I was so close-” you whine, eyes pressed to his thick cock near your entrance.

“Spit on it.” you obey him, pursuing your lips to let the liquid fall onto his dick. He pumps himself, moaning and grabbing your face with his other hand. “Now tell me, pretty. What do you need?”

“Y-you.” you whisper, looking up at him with wide eyes as you unbutton his shirt. He places a sloppy kiss on your lips, breathing heavily when your cold hands replace his as you jerk him off. “Bend over for me.” His dark eyes watched you scramble off the counter, slipping your panties off and leaning over the sink. Your pretty face in the mirror looking back at him with pleading eyes as he rubs his cock against your cunt. He moans, pushing into you slowly, throwing his head back when he bottoms out. He stills, basking in the warmth of your plush walls.

“Fuck, Rin, move.” you huff, trying to relieve yourself.

“Am I not allowed to enjoy the moment?” he responds, gripping onto your hips tightly.

“Yeah, but- Fuck!” you moan at his sharp thrusts, a smile tugging at his lips as he pulls you back and forth on his dick. “Sorry, bunny. Couldn’t wait.” Your eyes roll into the back of your head, the steady pace of his thrusts driving you close to your peak once again. You reach your hand down to your clit, but Suna slaps your hand away. You look up at him in the mirror, his loving eyes boring into you, as he rubs at your clit in fast circles.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well, baby.” he praises, his head falling back, letting his moans get louder the closer he gets. “Gonna cum in you, fill you up, and make you a pretty mama.”

“Fuck- Suna, don’t- WHAT THE FUCK?” you scream, feeling the fullness of his dick leave your dripping cunt.

“Who the fuck is Suna?” he giggles to himself, his dick grinding in between your folds at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Rin, c’mon- shit!” you bite your lip, your walls clenching around him as he kneads your ass.

“Good girl.” he coos, one hand on your hip and the other pulling your dress down to let your breast fall out. He moans, gripping at the soft flesh. “You gonna let me cum in you, baby?”

“Yes, fuck… don’t stop.” you hum, your brain starting to fog up as you near your release.

“S-shit, ‘M gonna.” he hisses, feeling your walls clench as you ride out your orgasm. Your fucked out expression and loud screams of his name was enough to have him spilling into you. He moans out your name, leaning over you and pressing a kiss to your shoulder, before pulling out and watching him spill out of you.

“You’re lucky I’m on the pill.” you pant, looking up at the mirror to him snapping a photo of the two of you. “Rin!”

“What? It’s a good memory!” he defends, taking several photos from different angles before lifting you up and setting you down on the counter. He shoves himself back into his pants, tucking his shirt and buckling belt before averting his attention to you. Your arms wrap around his neck as he kisses you softly, mumbling sweet words into your lips. He breaks away to dampen a towel, wiping you down as you scroll through the many pictures he took. A loud knock breaks the atmosphere, followed by annoyed screams.

“Have some fucking decency, some people need to use the bathroom!”

You both look at each other, laughing loudly before putting yourselves together. Suna adjusts his shirt, leaving the top buttons open and ruffling his hair. You slip into your underwear, smoothing out your dress and reapplying your lipstick. He gives your ass a light slap before opening the door and exiting, his eyes flicker between the couple outside. Suna’s lips twitch, realizing who the man leaning against the wall is. A smug expression spreads across his face, as he reaches his hand out for you.

“Sorry your sex life’s so boring.” he grins. You grasp his hand, walking out and nodding to the couple, recognizing the familiar set of eyes that you once adored.

“Sorry about that, bathroom's all yours.”

You squeeze Suna’s hand twice, a signal the two of you made up for when you’re feeling anxious. He quickly wraps his arm around your waist, pressing you into his side and placing a soft kiss onto your head. He hums quietly, leading the two of you out of the banquet hall and out to the garden. You stop at a bench, overlooking the city. The soft chirps of crickets and Suna’s intoxicating scent grounds you, a sense of relief washing over you.

“Fuck high school reunions, can’t believe you wanted to come here.” he jokes, pulling you onto his lap and holding you.

“Oh, shut up. You loved every minute of it.” you nuzzled into his chest.

“Particularly the bathroom part.” he hummed. “You okay?”

You sighed happily into his chest, nodding in response.

“So, tell me, what did the side bang do for you?”

“Shut the fuck up, Rintaro.” you hiss, getting up from his grasp, only for him to pull you back and attack your neck with kisses. Your laugh fills his ears, followed by your small fists punching his arm lightly in an attempt to get him to stop tickling you. A blush creeps onto his cheeks, the overwhelming feeling of love feels his body. He pauses his attack, your love laced insults about how irritating he could be was music to his ears. You’d never admit it to Suna, but you were glad he dragged you here. Seeing how his usual deadpan expression changed every time you were talked about made your heart swell. Maybe these things weren’t that bad, as long as he was by your side.

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I can be your mirror - Daniel Ricciardo smut!

You feel insecure when you see his ex's instagram and Daniel decides to show you why you don't need to be

Warnings: smut! unprotected sex, low self esteem, etc

You were just chilling in the hotel bed, scrolling through your phone while Daniel finished taking a shower. It was Thursday night in Hungary, and media day was relatively calm (all eyes were still on Max and Lewis, after the whole Silverstone incident).

Your relationship was still new, you guys had just went public a couple months ago, and you liked that you were still discovering things about each other everyday, like how he prefers his eggs in the morning or that small scar under your chin he just noticed yesterday. Yet, some things weren't as fun to find out, like what his exes looked like.

A few fan accounts had started following you, including some F1 WAGs accounts, and you followed some of them back - you wanted to the updated, after all (or at least that's what you told yourself). The thing is, comparisons were inevitable to you - no matter how much you tried to be reasonable, low self esteem was always an issue to you. When a WAGs account posted about Daniel's ex hanging around in the paddock today and how cute her outfit was, you quickly found yourself clicking on the tag and stalking her ig. Perfect. Fucking perfect. You just have to set your own heartbreak up, don’t you? If at least you could let life do that, but no, you had to go and fall for the guy with the instagram models as his exes. You smiled ironically to yourself.

"Did you see Max shutting down that reporter on the press conference today?" Daniel said walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his torso and another drying his hair. You quickly locked your phone and looked up, startled like a kid caught with their hands on the cookie jar.

"Hum?" you asked him.

“What were you looking at?” he grinned you, throwing himself on the bed and sitting by your side.

“Nothing” you answered quickly, looking away.

“Don’t be like that. Tell me” he asked again, nudging you with his head.

“It’s nothing Dan, just silly old instagram”

“You wanna know one of the things I love most about you?” He asked before continuing. “You don’t really have filters. And even when you try to hide what you’re thinking, your face and body gives you away” He said. “That’s why you’re so perfect, you’re genuine” he touched your nose with his. “Let’s be honest with each other. Tell me what’s going on in there” Then he tried to lighten the mood saying "Can't be shirtless pictures of me that got you smirking, cause here I am in the flesh for you" you rolled your eyes but smiled at him.

“I’m laughing at myself” You said and he just looked at you, waiting for you to continue. “I’m setting myself up for heartbreak, more and more, and it’s just like me”

“What you’re talking about?”

“Please don’t say it’s stupid” you said before continuing. “You’re like, a rock star… fast cars, VIP, supermodels… these stuff are routine for you, you have the most interesting life. And you could have any girl. And your exes are like movie stars, fucking supermodels, and I'm not sure how much longer till you realize that and just, you know” you said gesturing to yourself and waving your fingers in front of your throat like who says 'abort mission'.

"I should know better, I really should and this might be nothing, but the deeper we get in this, the harder it's to wrap my own head around it and it’s so stupid, but how can anyone compete with that?” You weren’t making any sense, you knew and he was looking at you with his eyebrows raised and lips pressed, like he was holding a smile. “I’m rambling, forget I said anything it's so stupid” You said hiding your face behind your hand.

“I thought you said it wasn’t stupid” He said opening up a smirk and you opened your fingers to look at him. He pulled your hand down. “But you’re right, it is fucking stupid, because there’s no competing with you. I don’t care if I have to repeat that a thousand times for you to believe me, I mean…you had to have a flaw, huh?” You turned your head to the side. “This insecurity of yours, that you’re not good enough, it’s just the most crazy thing ever. Because I feel exactly the same. I’m the one that’s not good enough for you. You’re so smart, and good and you actually do good in the world. I’m just the lucky bastard that got picked to drive in circles around the world”

“You know that’s bullshit” You said.

“I’m serious. This whole stuff, fame, whatever… doesn’t mean anything. It’s just not real. I’m glad I realized that when I did” you were watching him intently. “Racing, challenging myself, working with the team, you... what we have, those are the stuff that are real to me, what really matters".

"Okay" you nodded agreeing.

"If you must to know, the reason why I didn’t work out with anybody else, it’s because we were never more than fuck buddies. Those girls are great fun, but they're more worried about showing than being, you know? And I’m not really interested in talking about them because it doesn’t mean anything, but I’ll tell you anything you ask me” You were dying to ask him more, to know every little details and to learn from their mistakes, but you knew you’d become obsessed with comparing yourself to them and didn’t he just tell you he wasn’t interest in anything about it?

“Sorry” you said quietly.

“What for?”

“Being a nag. Killing the mood” he smiled.

“Don’t-” “you-” “dare-” He kissed your face in between every word. “apologizing-” “for-” “your-” “feelings” he pulled away and looked at you. “Specially not to me. I meant it, let’s be honest, huh?” you nodded smiling back at him. “And if I’m ever a dick, please tell me before screw things up. This is not nothing, okay?”

“Okay”

“And I’m flattered you think I could have any girl” he said grinning. “I mean, I AM pretty hot, but-”

“Shut up. You know I’m right”

“Maybe any girl who cares about that stuff, and my amazing six pack” he says laughing and kissing you.

“And hard butts” you replied laughing and reaching to squeeze his, playfully.

“And hard butts” he agreed, rolling so he was on top of you.

“Those girls are usually the hottest”

“Do you honestly don’t have a mirror at home?” he said pulling away slightly from you. “It’s okay baby” he said in your ear, lifting your shirt over your head, then nibbling at your earlobe, making you moan. “I can be your mirror” he said in a low voice, taking your hands over your head and pinning them with his own.

Then he used his knees to push your legs apart. You were following his face, trying to kiss his mouth but he was holding you down, his lips barely touching your skin now, him hovering over your neck, your collarbone, your exposed breasts. You were squirming now, trying to get some release. He just wouldn’t let you have any yet.

“You have the most amazing skin” he begin saying. “So soft” he looked up to you, you had your eyes closed now. “The most amazing boobs. Fucking perfect tits, so round… and these perking nipples, so hard when you’re turned on” his lips touched your breasts lightly, barely.

“Your hair always smells so good, it’s the perfect frame for your perfect face” He went up again and kissed your lips, biting them lightly and dragging them out. “I love your lips, I love how plumped they are. I’m kind of jealous actually” he chuckled and you opened your eyes rolling them. “And those eyes. Fuck, I know it’s the first thing anyone notices about you, isn’t it? Are you sick of it by now? So big and green. I love seeing them rolling back when you come” he brought one hand down, pulling your pijama pants down and holding both of your hands up with only one of his. “I’m getting there in a minute” he said grabbing your pussy. “I just want to tell you about your ass first” he said sliding his hand through your hips until he reached your ass, grabbing it then releasing to give it a slap. You let out a yelp. “You in the mood for a little rough love?” he slapped you again and you smiled through your moan, this is so hot. And the best part of it was that no one else knew this side of his, just you. It's petty yeah, but you decided to indulge yourself in that thought.

“I love your ass, I swear I was trying to be respectful today, but you were such a tease, on those little shorts, made me hard as soon as you walked in the paddock” he went down to suck your left boob in his mouth and you were so sensitive you couldn’t help but moan, loudly. “Yeah baby, let me hear you. Let everyone hear you” He said releasing your boob and nibbling at it. “I saw how the guys were staring at your ass today. Fuckers, couldn’t help themselves. Let them stare…as long as they know who you belong to” he said leaning down to suck on your other boob. “Tell me who you belong to” his voice was so low.

“Uh…you” You were a moaning mess.

“Huh?”

“You, Daniel! I’m yours”

“That’s right”

“Please” you begged.

“What is it? What you what baby?” he whispered against your skin.

“Touch me, please”

“But I am touching you baby” he said and you heard the smirk in his voice. “Oh, I see what you mean… you want me to touch your pussy?”

“Yeah” you nodded. At the same time this was torture, it felt so, so good.

“This fucking perfect cunt of yours” he said sliding two fingers through your lips and opening them to spread you to him, you were soaking wet and pulsating, clenching around nothing. “Fuck, look at this” He said almost to himself, licking his lips. Then he slid his fingers in, curling them up, making a ‘come here’ motion. He dipped his head down, kissing the inside of your leg, then right over your clit, taking it in between his lips and sucking. You moaned loudly. “Oh sorry baby… you wanted it rough, huh?” he sucked your clit harder, then bit on it lightly. You could scream at how much pleasure he was giving you.

“Fuck! Oh my god Dan” He started to tease you with another finger meanwhile.

“Think you can take another one?” his words sending vibrations against you and making you forget how to form words. “I know you can, you take me so well. Such a good girl for me” he inserted another finger and started to pump them in and out of you faster. “So fucking tight. Can’t wait to feel you around me. That’s my favorite place you know? Buried deep inside your cunt” that was it, you came, hard. Arching your back and hips, Daniel releasing your hands to push you down and hold you there while you came and he kept sucking and licking and biting your clit. You couldn’t take anymore, you pushed him away, pulling his hair.

“Can’t-” You tried to say. “Dan”

“Yes, you can. Come here” He said pulling away and lifting you, dragging you out of the bed and into the bathroom, the rest of your clothes and his towel getting lost in the way. He pushed you against the sink, pulling your face up, making you look at yourself on the mirror. He was pressing against you from behind, his cock leaking in between your legs. “I want you to see what I see” he said staring at you through the mirror. “Gonna fuck you so good, you don’t ever forget how fucking perfect you are” and with that he slammed inside you. “Fucking-” he had one hand on your hair and the other around you, between your folders, massaging your clit. “Fucking heaven, taking me so good”

“Ah Dan” You screamed. He started to fuck you hard and fast, pushing you against the sink. You lifted your head and looked at the mirror, it was the most erotic thing you’ve ever seen. Daniel was dripping sweat, thrusting with perfect precision. His eyes were locked on yours and you knew he was as close as you. The thought of how deep the connection between you were at that moment made you clench again and he lost it, giving you one final thrust and a guttural groan. You came again, shaking more than ever, the feeling too much this time. “I can’t-” You tried to say again. “Too much-” Squeezing him over and over, so he pulled out, still spilling, making a mess over your legs and on the bathroom floor. He was still holding you though.

“I’m right here baby. Right here” He whispered on you ear from behind. You both were riding out your orgasms, rocking slightly, your body leaned on the sink, pressing your boobs against it, and he leaning over you, breathing hard.

After you both calmed down, you tried to move but his weight was too much. You let out a weak laugh and he moved. “Sorry” he said kissing your back. When you got up, you turned to him and kissed him lightly.

“You are-” You said against his lips “amazing”. And kissed him again, lovinly. “Thank you. You make me feel so good, Daniel. Let me take care of you now”

Daniel's POV

This woman is trying to kill me. “Baby I don’t think I have it in me-” “Not like that” she smiled. “I meant with a bath” she said gesturing to the bathtub.

“Yes, please” I said already opening the tap and letting the water run. She went back to the room and returned with a water bottle, taking a sip before passing it to me. I took it from her hand and almost finished it, before giving it back to her.

“Do they have any bubbles? Bath salts?” she asked.

“Hum…I don’t think so, baby” I answered looking around on the sink.

“That’s fine” she smiled, getting in the tub and motioning for me to sit in between her legs. Her hair was up in a knot, but some of it was clinging to her neck due to the sweat. She was so beautiful, I can’t believe she wants me.

“You don’t want me to stay behind you?” she shook her head smiling and I did as she asked, leaning on her. The tap was still running, filling the tub with hot water, while we two of us just soaked in there, relaxing. “This is nice,” I said while she ran her hands through my hair. When the tub was full enough, she turned off the water and applied some body wash on my skin, running her hand over my back and shoulders, it felt so good, so comfortable, like I didn’t have a worry in the world. Then I washed her legs around me, kissing her feet and calves and making her giggle. She kept massaging my shoulders. We stayed there for good while, half an hour? More or less? There’s nothing else in the world other than this bathroom anyway, so who cares?

“Can we stay here forever?” She asked me after a while, kissing behind my neck. I just hummed in response. “Actually, scratch that. I’m getting hungry. And thirsty”

“The limitations of the human body” I said jokingly but got out of the tub after a few minutes. If m’lady wants to eat, I’m getting her food. I dried myself, wrapping a towel around me and holding hers open for her to step out of the tub.

We went back to the room, she picked her clothes from the floor and put them away in her travel bag back inside the closet. I watched as she got a fresh pair of underwear and a clean bra, while I put on boxers and sweatpants. She wore some leggings that hugged her ass perfectly, what a view. I noticed her going through her bag, probably looking for a shirt but I just wanted her to wear some clothing of mine, so I took the hoodie I was going to wear and passed it to her. She smiled and accepted it, it looked oversized on her and covered her ass, but maybe that’s a good thing, I don’t need anyone thirsting over what’s mine, I don’t care how much of a prick that makes me sound.

"Do you wanna order or go out to eat?" I asked her.

"Let's just go downstairs, to the restaurant?"

"Yeah, that's fine" I say and peck her lips.

I put on a sweatshirt, and hold the door open for her. We walk out and the temperature was a bit colder out here in the hallway (or maybe it was just too hot inside the room), so I just take her hand and intertwine our fingers, passing my arms around her and holding her closer. I just love that I can do that whenever I want.

And I plan on doing that for the rest of my life.