#acting slightly normal and posting a normal post again after a long time

[koskela-knights]

Jaakko, my beautifully beloved <3

[psycholuvrgirl]

the black t-shirt

featuring... megumi!

summary: megumi wears your favorite shirt to movie night and you can't help but notice.

warnings: NSFW content; p in v, unprotected sex (all characters are aged up)

a/n: extra post because this is a self-indulgent fic i wrote all because i love megumi in his damn big black shirt. like... LOOK AT HIM!!!!

most girls like their boyfriends in a fitted t-shirt or shirtless, something that showed off their form.

and while you enjoy those things too, what you love most of all is when megumi wears his large black t-shirt. that one that he drowns in ever so slightly, where the sleeves fall down to his forearms and the extra fabric falls well below where his pants begin.

so when your boyfriend strolls into the common room after his shower, hair still damp with that damn big t-shirt on, you nearly choke on the popcorn you and nobara are already making progress on. he gives you a casual smile and takes his seat on the floor next to you.

“what movie are we watching again?” he asks.

you blink a few times at him, your brain a little hazy with arousal. “um… i’m not too sure.”

“you picked it,” nobara says through a mouthful of popcorn.

“it’s a romcom!” yuuji exclaims cheerfully. everyone turns to him with weird looks and his eyes widen momentarily. he crosses his arms over his chest, slumping on the couch. “i mean… it’s some stupid romcom.”

“right…” maki says, rolling her eyes.

“salmon roe,” toge says.

“everyone quiet! the movie’s starting!” panda says.

with every ounce of self-control that you have, you force your eyes onto the screen rather than on your boyfriend. you swallow thickly, pulling a blanket over your legs as if it might suffocate your arousal.

megumi only makes matters worse by scooting closer, grabbing the edge of the blanket, and covering his own legs with it too. his side is now flush with yours, arms bumping into each other gently. his large, warm hand finds home on your thigh and he gently massages the flesh. you look down at your covered lap, then up at him. feeling your eyes on him, he turns to you.

“you okay?” he asks, furrowing his brows as if he’s trying to read your mind.

you nod. “perfect.”

he studies your face for a beat longer, eyes searching for the answers you won’t give him. he nods slowly and turns back to the movie. his hand doesn’t move from your thigh. in fact, his thumb starts to rub slow, absentminded circles over the bare skin that falls right below your sleep shorts. the movement sends waves of heat through your body that you can barely contain.

it takes everything in you to keep your attention on the movie, but you can’t even remember the title of it now. characters are talking to each other. arguing? laughing? it’s all distant under the hammering of your pulse in your ears.

you’re not sure how long you manage to hold out. a lot longer than you expect, but you’re still sneaking glances at megumi when he’s not paying attention.

the movie plays on, but the warmth of megumi’s thigh pressed against yours and the slow, casual circles his thumb is rubbing on your leg is short-circuiting your brain. you force yourself to chew popcorn just to seem normal, although your appetite for food vanished the moment he saw down next to you.

every now and then megumi will lean forward to grab some popcorn or shift slightly to get comfortable, and every little movement causes that damn shirt to shift with him. it rides up, hangs from his shoulder, stretches before falling loose again. it’s all a real problem.

you try your best to act normal. you laugh when something funny happens on screen, occasionally make comments to nobara, but it’s getting harder. your voice is thin, body humming with energy. every brush of his hand is sending heat down your spine.

and you assume he doesn’t notice until you glance at him out of the corner of your eye and find that he’s not watching the movie. he’s watching you.

“what’s going on?” he asks softly, leaning in a little closer, keeping his voice low enough that only you can hear.

you blink. “nothing.”

“you’re acting weird.”

“i’m not acting weird,” you whisper back, a bit too defensively.

his brows pull together. he leans back to study your face more carefully. “you’re flushed.”

“i’m fine.”

“are you sick?” he asks, clearly more concerned than before.

you shake your head, glancing at the others as if they might save you. no one seems to be paying attention though. yuuji and panda are fully invested in the plot, maki has a drink in hand, nobara is scrolling through her phone, and toge is busying himself making another cup of tea.

megumi slides his hand from your thigh to your wrist, gently wrapping his fingers around it. “come with me.”

“what? why?”

“just for a second.”

you want to protest, but the concern in his voice is genuine and you know that if you say no he’ll only worry more. so you nod and let him tug you to stand up. everyone watches you two, but doesn’t say anything as you two exit the common room. megumi leads you quietly down the hall and into his bedroom, closing the door softly behind him.

“now tell me what’s going on,” he says gently.

you stand next to his bed, heart pounding. he’s facing you with arms crossed, the oversized black shirt hanging off him like a damn invitation.

you let out a slow breath. “i told you already. i’m fine.”

“you’re not fine. you’ve barely said anything since i sat down and you look like you’re gonna pass out.”

you groan and press your hands over your face. “megumi, please. just drop it.”

of course, he doesn’t. he takes a step closer, gently pulling your hands from your face. “talk to me baby.”

your eyes flick up to meet his and he freezes. something in his expression shifts, the confusion melting away into realization. his gaze trails over your face, then down, then back up again. his lips curve into a knowing smirk.

“is this… about the shirt?”

you stay silent, but the look on your face is answer enough.

“i didn’t realize… i mean, i’ve worn this around you before—”

“and how did those nights turn out?” you challenge. “and it’s not just the shirt. your hair was all wet and you smell like that, and i’m trying to watch a damn movie with my friends two inches away from all of it.”

megumi blinks, flush blooming across his cheeks. he exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. “shit.”

you cross your arms, more frustrated at yourself than with him. “i was doing fine, you know, until you sat down and started rubbing my leg like it was nothing.”

he gives you a half-smile. “it was nothing.”

there’s a moment of quiet where the air between you two shifts. you can feel the electricity, the tightening of the silence between you. you watch megumi’s eyes dip down to your lips and stay there.

megumi steps forward, standing right in front of you now. close enough that you can feel the warmth rolling off his body. his fingers brush your cheek, tracing slowly to your jaw, tilting your chin up.

“you’ve been like this since i sat down,” he murmurs, voice low. “you could’ve just said something.”

“it isn’t exactly the easiest thing to bring up,” you say. your breath catches as his thumb grazes your bottom lip. “you were just sitting there like it was nothing.”

he smirks, tilting his head. “so what? me wearing this shirt is your kryptonite?”

you glare at him. “don’t make fun of me.”

“i’m not,” he says, leaning in so his nose grazes yours. “i’m trying to figure out what i should do about it.”

his lips brush yours, just barely, enough to make you chase the contact. he pulls back with a little hum of amusement, clearly enjoying the way you squirm.

“megumi…”

he finally kisses you, slow and deep, swallowing down the breathless sound you make against his mouth. his hands slide to your waist, guiding you backwards until your knees hit the edge of his bed and you sink down with a quiet gasp. he doesn’t break the kiss as he follows you down, settling his body between your thighs and bracing himself with a hand beside your head.

he grinds down into you and it sends a jolt through your whole body. you can already feel how hard he is against you, even through both of your clothes.

“you really were losing your mind out there,” he says against your neck. “all that squirming.”

you whimper and he grins, something low and dark and utterly satisfied.

“you could’ve asked me to take care of it, you know?”

“i didn’t want them to know,” you whisper, fingers clutching at the back of his shirt.

“they still don’t,” he says, lips brushing over your ear. “but you’re not leaving this room until i’ve fixed your little problem.”

his shirt brushes your skin as he shifts above you, and it makes you feel crazed. like the thing that drove you insane is now trapping you underneath him. the heat of him, the weight of him, the way he moves like he knows exactly what you need… it leaves your head spinning.

he kisses down your neck, trailing lower as his hands tug at your clothes to slowly strip you down. his pace is agonizing, teasing. he keeps you breathless and needy, never giving you everything at once.

when you’re finally bare beneath him he leans back slightly, eyes dragging over your body like he’s committing it to memory.

“fuck,” he murmurs, “you look so pretty like this.”

he yanks off his clothes in a hurry before kissing you again—hungry now, deeper than before. he gently guides himself into you, slow and steady, holding your hips still when you try to list them to meet him.

“not yet,” he whispers. “i want to feel all of you.”

your hands scramble for something to hold onto, his back, the sheets, anything as he begins to move. the pace is slow but firm, every thrust drawing a soft moan from your throat.

he pins your wrists beside your head, leaning in close, and the low sound he makes when you clench around him is pure filth.

“you feel that?” his hips roll deep into yours. “that’s what happens when you hold back all night.”

you moan, helpless and desperate. his thrusts grow sharper, hungrier without losing his control. he watches every reaction, every twitch, every gasp, feeding off the way you fall apart beneath him. 

“you gonna be able to sit through the rest of the movie after this?” he teases, lips brushing your ear.

you can’t answer, not with words at least. you cry out, back arching off the bed, pushing your tits up towards him.

he grins. “didn’t think so.”

his mouth moves from your ear to your neck, kissing and biting at your soft skin as he moves inside you. he lets your wrists go and they immediately wrap around his back, scratching up and down his exposed skin. 

“you’ve been sitting out there all worked up.” he drags his lips down to your collarbone. “thinking i didn’t notice, but i saw you chewing your lip. felt your thighs squeeze together whenever i moved.”

he punctuates the words with a slow thrust that hits deep, your breath stuttering out of you.

“you like the shirt that much?” he asks, brushing his lips just above your breast. “you gonna lose it if i keep wearing it around you?”

you nod, voice breathless. “yes. yes, please, wear it every day—”

he chuckles, dark and amused. “desperate little thing.”

his mouth wraps around your nipple and your back arches, a whimper breaking free as his teeth graze the sensitive skin. he switches sides, teasing with his tongue and lips while his hips keep their rhythm. slow, deliberate thrusts that make you feel every inch of him.

“you’re so wet,” he growls. “fuck, you were probably soaked the second i walked in, huh?”

“i was,” you admit, flushed and wrecked. you dig your nails into his back, thighs trembling around his hips. “i couldn’t focus on—” you’re cut off by a particularly deep thrust, ripping a moan from your lips.

his pace speeds up, just enough to make the bed begin creaking underneath you both. he pushes your legs up, pinning them down at the knees with his hands on either side, spreading you wide open for him as he drives into you deeper. hitting that perfect spot over and over again.

your fingers tangle in the sheets, moaning loudly, completely at his mercy.

“look at you,” he says, voice low and ragged. “you’ve been falling apart since i sat down. now you’re shaking under me.”

“megumi—” you gasp, voice high and wrecked.

he leans down, pressing his chest to yours, lips brushing your ear. “come on, baby. i know you’re close. let go for me.”

your fingers grip his shoulders, legs tightening around his waist as his name spills from your lips in a mix of a sob and a moan. the orgasm is blinding and hot, crashing through you and making your entire body shake under the weight of him.

he doesn’t stop, coaxing every wave of pleasure with slow, grinding thrusts that have your nails dragging down his back. then you feel him pulse inside you, reveling in the sharp inhale he takes as he buries himself deep with a quiet, low groan. you whimper as he fills you up, gently fucking the cum back into you. he stills for a beat, catching his breath, body heavy and warm above you.

the room fills with your shared breathing and the gentle creak of the bed beneath you. 

megumi lets out a soft, breathless laugh and kisses your forehead. “you good?”

you blink up at him, dazed. “i think you broke me.”

“yeah?” he smirks and kisses the corner of your mouth.

you both lay there, tangled up in one another, for a while. your bodies are still warm, breath still uneven, the world outside the bedroom feeling nonexistent for a fleeting moment.

eventually, megumi shifts, brushing his fingers along your hip. “we should probably go back before they really start wondering.”

you groan. “i don’t even want to know how long we’ve been gone.”

“you’ll live,” he says, standing and pulling his shirt back on. you watch him with a tired, dreamy smile. you lick your lips when the shirt hangs loose on him again, the damn thing that started this all.

you both clean up quickly, getting somewhat presentable, though there’s a flushed glow that gives you both away. you both linger at the common room door for a moment, stealing a final kiss and trading a silent glance that says ‘act normal.’

when you reenter the common room the lights are dimmed low still, the volume just loud enough to fill the space. the movie’s still going, somewhere in the middle of an emotional montage. nobody really pays either of you much attention initially, although yuuji does lift an eyebrow briefly when megumi casually settles back down beside you, an arm slung around your shoulder. 

it’s then that you begin to over analyze. megumi’s hair is slightly messier now, like someone had tugged on it… which you very much had done. you tug the blanket a little higher when you notice the slight tremble of your legs continuing.

“everything alright?” nobara asks, glancing at you with a curious tilt of her head.

“yeah,” you say smoothly, curling under the blanket with megumi again. “we just had a talk.”

megumi nods. “she wasn’t feeling great. needed some air.”

“oh,” nobara says, sounding convinced enough. “feeling better?”

you nod and smile. “everything’s fine now.” your voice is calm and practiced.

toge offers you a mug of warm tea with a small smile, and you take it with a grateful nod, sipping carefully to occupy yourself and avoid any further questions.

the next few minutes are quiet, peaceful. you refocus on the screen, your body pleasantly warm and tired as you lean into megumi’s side. his thumb strokes your shoulder in slow, lazy circles that are more comforting than dangerous.

then it happens—the main couple on screen is suddenly tangled together in a hotel bed. there’s soft lighting, heavy breathing, whispered confessions. the scene is surprisingly drawn out, full of tension and teasing and half-lidded gazes. the sound of the protagonist moaning drags everyone into a sharp focus.

there’s a beat of awkward silence.

“okay…” yuuji says, “wow. that escalated quick.”

panda stifles a snort. nobara slowly turns to you and megumi, squinting.

maki speaks first, completely deadpan. “so. just a chat, huh?”

you stiffen.

“must’ve been one hell of a conversation,” panda adds, barely holding back his laughter.

yuuji leans forward, grinning. “wait… is that why it took you guys twenty-five minutes to come back?”

toge covers his face, but you can hear him wheezing softly behind his hand.

your mouth opens, then closes again.

megumi stays perfectly still beside you, his expression unreadable. then he raises his cup of tea to his lips and says calmly, “timing’s a bitch, huh?”

you choke on a laugh.

nobara hits you with a pillow. “i knew it!” she groans. “the moment you walked in here looking all dazed—”

“i looked fine!”

“you looked thoroughly handled,” she snaps.

yuuji bursts into laughter. “handled is exactly the word!”

you groan and bury your face in megumi’s shoulder. “can we just finish the movie in peace?”

“sure,” panda says. “but don’t be surprised if we all start mysteriously needing to talk one-on-one after this.”

you sigh, eyes on the screen, megumi’s hand now resting on your knee.

“next time,” you whisper to him, “you’re wearing a hoodie.”

he chuckles low in your ear. “no promises.”

[papayainsectorone]

teach me on the other side of the world

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summary: oscar is off racing somewhere in the world, but finds himself in the same situtation of quirming at your words again

content: 18+! smut, nsfw FaceTime sex, masturbation, praise kink, mutual pining, suggestive texting, desperate!Oscar, post-race tension, playful domination, light dom/sub dynamics, mild teasing, dirty talk, slow burn payoff

word count: 2,7 k

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

a thought: this is my first time trying a little smau situation and i quite liked it, also this part is not as long as the others but that man needs a break (somehow) lol

teach me series

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You’ve kept in touch since he left not just polite check-ins, but real conversation. Long threads of messages, soft voice notes exchanged when the timing aligned, and the occasional late-night call that left you both smiling into your pillows.

When he was away again for the next races, you watched him on TV. Eyes glued to the screen, heart stuttering when they cut to him adjusting his gloves, eyes dark and focused beneath his visor. You could almost feel the energy he carried, the calm precision with that edge of something more.

Later that evening, just after the podium ceremony, you send another message

His typing bubble appears. Then disappears. Then again. Then gone.

You stare at the screen, waiting, a little amused, a little smug. But instead of a reply, your phone lights up with an incoming FaceTime call.

You answer without hesitation, already grinning and there he is. Flushed cheeks, tousled hair, breath just slightly uneven, and that wrecked sort of look in his eyes like you’ve completely undone him from half a world away.

You giggle. “What are you doing?”

Oscar groans softly, dragging a hand through his hair. “What are you doing to me.”

Your smile grows. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You raise a brow at the way he’s shifting like he can’t get comfortable, like every part of him is on edge. “You’re in the driver’s room? Not at the hotel already… what are you doing?” you ask softly, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it.

Oscar swipes a hand through his hair, cheeks a full, telltale pink now. “Trying not to lose my fucking mind.”

You grin. “Why’s that?”

He glares at you, but there’s no heat in it. Just desperation. “You know why. Jesus.”

You lean back slightly, resting your chin in your palm as you watch him squirm. “Oh, I know. Maybe tell me anyway.”

“Fuck,” he groans again, dragging the word out. “You’re unreal. I’m—God, I’ve got engineers like twenty meters away and I’m sitting here trying to act normal while you’re saying the filthiest shit to me through a phone.”

You smile sweetly. “I haven’t even started, baby.”

He shudders, hand flexing in his lap. “Don’t. I’m serious.”

“You don’t sound very serious.”

“I can’t stand up right now,” he mutters like it’s a confession, gaze flicking down, then back up at you. “And it’s your fault.”

You pout dramatically. “Aww. Poor baby.”

“Stop it.” His voice cracks, and he covers his face for a second.

“You love it.”

He pulls his hand down, eyes hot now. “Yeah. I fucking do.”

There's a pause—quiet but loaded—then he shifts again, thighs visibly tense, and exhales sharply. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You tilt your head, voice dropping just a bit more. “Only if you let me.”

He groans, and it’s low, throaty, utterly unguarded. “Fuck. Stop talking. Please.”

You just smile.

You let the silence linger for a beat, watching the way his breath hitches through the screen, the faint rustle of fabric as he shifts in his seat.

Then, slowly, deliberately, you say, “You know what I was thinking about while you were racing today?”

He looks like he might combust. “Don’t—”

You cut him off, voice soft and syrupy. “The way your mouth felt on me. How focused you were. Like you were trying to win me, not a race.”

His hand grips the edge of the seat now, knuckles white. “Baby—”

“And how when you finished, you looked so proud,” you murmur, letting each word drip. “Like you just set a personal best.”

Oscar closes his eyes, tilts his head back against the wall with a sharp exhale. “Holy fuck.”

“Bet you’d break your own record if you were here right now.”

His eyes snap open again, dazed and dark. “You have got to stop.”

“You say that,” you hum, “but your hand hasn’t moved from your lap once.”

He doesn’t answer just groans again, deeper now, and drags his hand over his face like he’s trying to scrub away the urge. When he lowers it again, his eyes are glassy. “I’m gonna lose my job.”

You laugh softly. “Only if they catch you.”

He leans in closer, jaw clenched. “You’d be the death of me. You know that?”

You smile, slow and dangerous. “Then die a happy man.”

He lets out a breathless, strangled sound, and you can practically feel the tension buzzing through the screen. “I need—fuck. I need you.”

That stirs something low in your belly, but you keep your voice light. “Mm. I know.”

Oscar blinks at you, totally wrecked. “This is so unfair.”

You soften your voice, just slightly, still playful but laced with something darker. “Then close your eyes, baby.”

He swallows hard, lips parted, gaze flicking between your face and the faint outline of his own reflection on the screen. “What?”

“Close them,” you repeat gently. “And pretend it’s me.”

His breath catches, but he obeys, lashes fluttering down, jaw tense.

“Think about my hands on you. The way I sounded when you made me fall apart last time,” you say, slow and deliberate, letting the memory stretch between you.

He exhales shakily, knuckles flexing. You keep going, voice soft but firm.

“Undo your pants, nice and slow. Just enough to feel it. Imagine it's my fingers instead of yours.”

A groan slips from him, quiet and desperate.

You hum, smile curling. “Good. Now don’t move yet. Just let your hand sit there. Feel how hard you are. For me.”

His hips twitch, and he presses his lips together in a failed attempt to stay quiet.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” you murmur. “Tell me how it feels.”

His voice is barely more than a breath. “So—fuck, it’s—”

You smile, heart racing, entirely in control now. “That’s it. Just like that.”

His hand shifts, just slightly, and you catch the hitch in his breath. “You didn’t tell me I could move,” he whispers, teasing but barely holding it together.

“Oh, you want permission now?” You tilt your head, savoring this.

He grins, flushed and flustered, but you can see it how badly he wants you. How worked up he already is from just your voice, your words.

“You’ve got no idea what you do to me,” he murmurs.

“I think I do,” you say, just above a whisper. “You’re hard and aching and trying to be good, just like I like.”

He curses again, softly, biting his lip.

You shift a little on your end, just enough to let the hem of your sleep shirt ride up. You’ve been aching, too—have been since the second you saw his flushed face light up your screen.

He doesn't notice at first. Not until your breath hitches.

His eyes flick up, sharper now. “Wait—are you…”

You smile, slow and wicked. “What do you think, baby?”

He swears under his breath, eyes darting down as if he could see through the phone.

“I can hear you,” he murmurs, voice almost reverent. “Those little sounds.”

You hum softly, fingertips ghosting between your thighs, just enough to make yourself gasp. “All for you.”

His mouth drops open slightly, breathing ragged again. “Fuck. Don’t stop.”

You don’t plan to.

“I’m touching myself,” you whisper, letting the words wrap around him like silk. “Thinking about how you sounded when you begged last time. How your mouth felt when you made me come.”

Oscar’s jaw clenches like he’s in pain, his hand twitching again, still resting in his lap.

“Still gonna be a good boy for me?” you ask sweetly, just as you press a little harder against yourself.

He nods, fast and breathless, lips parted. “Y-Yeah. I’m trying.”

You moan, soft and needy, and that’s all it takes—he jolts, like the sound shot straight through him.

“Jesus Christ,” he chokes. “That noise—fuck, that’s not fair.”

“I told you,” you murmur, circling slow. “You’re not the only one suffering.”

He groans again, that same low, desperate sound from earlier. “You’re gonna break me.”

“Then break, baby,” you whisper. “I’m right there with you.”

“Okay,” you murmur. “Now you can move.”

The tiniest movement of his hand and he shudders, face tipping up toward the ceiling. “Fuck—”

“Slow, baby,” you remind him, gentle but commanding. “You’ve got to earn it.”

“Earn it?” he pants, glancing back at you through heavy lashes.

“Mhm. Think about my mouth. The way I’d look up at you, tongue out, eyes begging. You’d be so good for me, wouldn’t you?”

He nods without thinking, then chokes out, “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

“Good boy,” you purr, and his hips twitch again at the praise.

You watch him fall apart in slow motion, breath ragged, pleasure written all over him.

“Just like that,” you whisper. “That’s it. Let me see how pretty you are when you come.”

His breath catches—shaky, shallow—and you know he’s close.

You see it in the way his eyes lose focus, how his hand trembles slightly just out of frame. His breath comes in short, desperate gasps, and then—

“Oscar,” you murmur, just as your own voice cracks around a moan.

He lets out a low, broken sound, hips stuttering once, twice, before he falls apart with a groan so raw and wrecked it makes your stomach flutter. His body jerks forward slightly, face twisting in pleasure as he spills over his hand and stomach, chest heaving, pupils blown wide.

And it’s that, the way his voice fractures, the sharp, helpless grunt that punches from his chest as he gives in, that does it.

Your breath catches on a whimper, body tightening as the pleasure crests sharply inside you. You press your fingers down just right, and then you're spiraling, back arching, hips trembling. You bite down on his name as it escapes, raw and breathless, your own high crashing through you in waves that steal the air from your lungs.

He hears it — that final, broken moan — and his eyes fly open, dazed and shining, locking on your screen just in time to watch your face twist in bliss, to hear the wet, desperate sounds of your release.

“Holy fuck,” he breathes, completely undone all over again, like your orgasm just knocked the wind out of him.

You ride the wave out slowly, body twitching, breathing hard, trying to pull yourself back into your skin. The phone wobbles slightly where it’s propped up, catching just enough of your aftershocks — the way your hand lingers between your thighs, your chest rising and falling in ragged swells.

Silence settles, heavy and warm, the kind that only comes after you’ve given someone every inch of yourself and they’ve done the same.

You finally glance at the screen again, cheeks flushed, lips parted. “Hi.”

Oscar stares at you like you just pulled the stars from the sky.

Your grin is slow, amused. “Well, that was a performance.”

He groans, dragging a hand down his face. “You’re gonna kill me one day. Actually kill me.”

You giggle. “Messy boy.”

His face burns brighter. “You’re so mean.”

“You like it.”

He shakes his head but can’t stop smiling. “I really do.”

You tilt your head, voice going soft. “You okay?”

He nods, still catching his breath. “Yeah. That was… yeah.”

“You’re kinda glowing, babe.”

He huffs out a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Shut up.”

“Aww, no. Don’t get all shy now,” you tease gently. “You just came so hard for me. Made a mess.”

He groans again, hiding his face in his elbow, but there’s no real protest behind it.

“Next time,” you say with a wink. “In person.”

His head drops back onto the chair with a sigh, and this time his smile is soft. “Can’t wait.”

You settle into the quiet with him for a moment, watching his flushed, sleepy face on the screen. There’s something sweet in the silence, like a held breath after something beautiful.

Then, gently, you ask, “So… what are you up to tonight?”

Oscar blinks a few times, still catching up to the question. “Uh—right, yeah. Debrief in a bit. Gotta go over tire degradation, strategy calls, sector times—Carlos was mega in Sector 2, but I think we missed something on the outlap. And my entry into Turn 10 felt okay, but the data shows I was still hesitating. Might just be setup, but I’ve got a theory…”

His words pick up speed as he talks, eyes sharpening with that unmistakable focus. He sits up straighter, hands gesturing as he gets more into it, completely unaware of the way you’re watching him — the way your chest swells at how much he cares, how deeply he thinks it all through.

“I love how passionate you get about this,” you say softly, cutting in before he can spiral into corner analysis.

Oscar stops. His eyes flick to the screen again, his mouth quirking into a crooked, bashful grin. “Yeah?”

You nod. “It’s really hot.”

He laughs — short and surprised — then ducks his head, trying to hide how much it means to him.

And neither of you hang up for a while — the conversation drifting from strategy to weekend plans to nothing at all, just breathing in each other’s presence across the screen, the way people do when the feeling is too good to leave.

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[dilfluvrgirllxoxo]

post mission arguments and make-ups - j.f.w

summary: after a mission, john hurts your feelings during an argument and soon makes it his duty to fix what he did.

pairing: john f. walker x reader (i'm tired of hiding my truth he's been fine since tfatws)

warnings: angst!! grumpy x sunshine trope because i can't help myself, teeny bit of smut at the end, mostly just fluff, john is lowkey a little out of character but its okay, petnames (sweetheart, honey), no use of y/n + no reader descriptions, not proofread!

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the car ride back from the mission was silent except for the occasional conversation between ava and yelena. as soon as the car was parked, you got out and slammed the door harder than you meant to, walking away, not caring if john was following behind you.

kicking off your boots and tossing your bag onto the floor, you trudged over to the kitchen, pouring yourself a drink as the others scattered off to their rooms. not john though, no. he decided he just had to come and be a pain in your ass...again.

he stood against the doorframe, jaw clenched, face dark and his arms crossed tightly against his chest, like a parent ready to chastise their child.

"you always do that," he snapped after a long moment of silence, his voice sharp.

you froze, turning around to face him with a sigh. “do what, john?”

“do missions without us, without backup. going in first, acting like you’re invincible, like you don’t need anyone. it’s reckless."

“so now i'm the problem? i can handle myself john, i'm not on this team for nothing!”

his eyes narrowed, his hands clenching into fists as he stepped closer to you. “i'm trying to keep people alive, including you, including the rest of the team.”

“you're not in the goddamn army anymore john, stop acting like you can boss us around!” you yelled, knowing that was a low blow by the way his shoulders tensed.

“you don't get it. you want to get yourself killed by being foolish? be my damn guest!" he hissed, his fist coming down on the table next to him and you flinched—he saw it, and instantly regretted what he'd done, but his cold, dismissive words were out now, no going back.

“right. yeah.” you said, voice cracking. “got it.” you practically scurried away, walking into the bedroom and slamming the door, on purpose this time.

you lay on the bed for what felt like hours, letting your tears fall, not even turning your head when you heard the door open and john stepping inside cautiously. “hey honey.” you didn’t answer.

he walked closer, voice lower now as he sat on the edge of where you lay on the bed, sighing as he thought about what to say. he wasn't good with the whole 'letting your guard down' thing. “i shouldn’t have said that. any of it.” still nothing from you, making him shuffle closer and take your hand in his.

“i...was scared,” he admitted, and that word seemed to make him flinch, like he'd never said it in his life. “i thought you were in danger, and i—i panicked and then i lashed out at you.”

you turned on your back, finally meeting his eyes as you tilted your head. “it made me feel like you didn't care about me and it hurt, john.”

john’s normally stoic expression broke, just slightly, into a softer one, one only you ever got to see.

“i know,” he said. “but you’re the only person who makes me feel like i’m worth something, i do care about you, more than anything. i just wanted to make sure you didn't get hurt, and i ended up hurting you. i’m...i'm sorry.” he whispered the last words, not knowing how to feel. he never apologised. god, you were softening him up too much.

"i want to fix this, let me make it up t' you honey." he murmured, his voice gentler than you'd ever heard it be as he shuffled onto the bed fully, his arms at either side of you as he hovered above you. "cmon honey, wanna make this right, show y' how sorry i am."

you paused for a minute, tears now drying on your cheeks as you looked up at him and nodded, whispering a faint, “kay.” which was all the confirmation he needed as he nodded slowly, rough, calloused hands coming up to cup your cheeks with surprising gentleness, his mouth on yours before you even had time to think, the strength of the kiss making your head spin, barely registering his words when he finally pulled away breathlessly, tugging at the waistband of your trousers.

"want y' to sit on my face sweetheart, need t' taste you." he drawled, his request making your breath hitch as you stood up to peel your trousers off quickly, his hands grabbing your waist and easily manhandling you back onto the bed as soon as you were done.

safe to say, you'd soon forgiven him.

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[81pastrys]

Hey it's me again (smut requester) and for the emoji can I use 🏎️ this one pls? Anyway I've got another request where reader is feeling needy but Landos away at like a triple header so to explore she looks up some fanfics and eventually falls into like a routine of reading them and once Lando is back he catches her one night and it's rlly kinky or smth (maybe a sir kink if ur up for it 👀) and he like teases her about it and recreates it and stuff ( I need holy water I've got so many more scenarios help😭😭)

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Fanfic Fun

Summary— Lando catches his girlfriend reading fanfiction and decides they should act it out

Warnings— SMUT ; fanfic recreation ; body worship ; edging ; teasing ; overstimulation? ; aftercare ; sir kink

A/N— 🏎️ I love ur request sm !!

Lando One Shots

Lando went away for a triple header, leaving her home alone for the 3 weeks. She had work to do and so did he, meaning they have to do a bit of long distance. It was harder at first, but now they got the hang of call scheduling and such.

Nearly a week in she was basically sexting him. He would laugh mid conversation with someone or mid meeting and blow it off when someone asked about it. She giggled after texting him, knowing she had that effect on him.

When the nights got longer and the days stretched too slow, she went to her phone for relief of her sexual desires. Lando’s fans were quite good at writing out scenarios. Of course she would use an alias, not wanting fans to flip out.

She would like and like so many, only few actually intriguing her to touch herself. There were a few she’d come back to, not many. It became an unhealthy habit. Lando wasn’t able to call, let me find the fanfic for it. Lando wasn’t responding, there’s a fanfic written on it.

She got so caught up in doing it, she didn’t break the habit when he came home two weeks after she started. She had her phone opened on quite an insane fanfic, she kept returning, the wording perfect and the description was top tier.

“Hey my love.” Lando greeted, walking in their shared room. She briefly put the phone down, but didn’t lock it. “What are you reading?” He questioned. She wasn’t much of a reader.

“Nothing, some stupid twitter article.” She lied. She locked her phone and Lando caught on. He gave her a confused look and she laughed. “What?” She asked him.

“Some stupid Twitter article?” He asked slowly to make sure she caught how dumb it sounded. “Baby you don’t read normal tweets let alone articles.” He said. He grabbed her phone, her reaching for it before it unlocked to his face.

“Lando don’t-“ She started but he was already reading the post. He read it out to her and she blushed. She snatched her phone before he got to the good part.

“You’ve been reading fan fiction of me?” He asked. “Do I not satisfy you enough?” He was slightly joking. She was still red in the face.

“Maybe, but you were gone three weeks lan!” She argued. He brought up a point that he was very much there now. He grabbed her phone again and read the fiction more. She knew what part he was at by his facial expression.

“Sir?!” He asked. She reached but he pulled the phone away. “Please sir, she begged while he continued to edge her?!” He read off. “Lay back, we’re doing this.” He was dead serious but she thought he was joking so she laughed.

“You’re serious?” She asked. He handed her the phone and nodded his head. “Lando! No.” She said. He shrugged and began to walk away. “Fuck fine, I really need you.” She whined.

“I want you to scroll where it starts and read it off for me.” He said, taking off her sleep shorts. She obliged and scrolled to the meat of the fic.

He slipped two fingers in her slick cunt, slowly curling them. She squirmed while he teased her insides with a devilish smirk on his face.

He followed every word. She read it off like she wrote it. “Baby, how many times have you read this?” He asked, she basically reading it from memory as he followed.

“Too many times for you not to listen- fuck!” She moaned out.

He got her dangerously close to her orgasm but pulled away, bringing his fingers to her mouth for a taste. She moaned around his fingers. He kissed her body like she was an angel, worshipping her.

He returned his teasing fingers to her slick and gathered it before sucking his own fingers. He moaned around them, before bringing them down to tease her clit. He added them back inside her tight cunt, making her squirm and whine.

“Please sir!” She begged while he continued to edge her. “I promise I won’t be a brat again.” She moaned out to him as his fingers work torturously slow inside her again.

“That’s a blank promise love, say it like you actually mean it.” He taunted. She whined and squirmed as his fingers brought her close again.

Lando listened and followed her words, edging her to another climax. She hated how into this she was, not only reading her favorite writing of him, but experiencing it was the cherry on top. “Lan, please!” She whined to him, her phone falling to the bed.

Lando took her phone and left off where she was, not able to read it as smoothly as she did. He stuttered on words as his fingers worked her to another climax she wouldn’t get. She read the fic too many times to know that.

“Two more times my love.” Lando promised. “Remember the 8 strikes? Half is edging and half is orgasms.”

Lando huffed a breath of surprise at the line. He liked this alter ego that was written. He set the phone down, taking matters into his own hands -literally - and edging her two more times before skipping in the fic to after that.

Lando took his dick out and slapped it against her clit making her jump. He lined himself up and only pushed in about an inch. She felt so tight around the inch, he couldn’t hold back. He thrusted quickly, causing a painful moan to escape her lips.

“Only 4 today love, that’s all.” He reminded her, as if she didn’t know. He slowly grinded his hips into hers. She came rather quickly from being edged and he chuckled at how easy it was to get her over the edge she sought after.

The next orgasm took them both by surprise, she arched her back and he pushed her back down. His hand wrapped around her throat as she struggled and begged. “Please sir- Lando!” She screamed out.

She said the line in sync with Lando, the fiction becoming real and she climaxed. Lando liked the control he had, not like any other time. He threw her phone on the night stand and disregarded the rest of the fic, he knew she had two more orgasms.

“Two more love, that’s not hard huh?” He teased. She pushed at his hips and he slowed down, grinding into her slowly, teasingly, annoyingly.

“You missed the best part.” She panted, reaching for her phone and finding the part she so badly wanted him to recreate. “Please sir, please cum in me.” She recited and Lando groaned at just the thought.

He flipped them, seeing as his legs were tiring out. Her legs were shaking while straddling him, but nonetheless she bounced herself up and down, feeling an orgasm.

“Please lan- sir- fuck.” She moaned. He twitched at the new name, unprovoked by reading. He met her movements and she came again, crumbling on top of him. Her legs were shaking so much. “Fuck!!” She whined.

“Such a good girl for me, one more and I’ll fill you up yeah?” He whispered in her ear, seeing as she collapsed the last orgasm. She whined and nodded on his chest as his movements never wavered.

She came for the last time and Lando fulfilled his promise, spilling his hot cum inside her. They stayed where they were for a while. She laid on his chest, calming down and relaxing. She briefly forgot he was inside her and clenched, moaning at the feeling of still being filled.

“Fuck don’t do that.” Lando strained. His hands rubbed up and down her sides. Her soft skin grounding him back to the reality of having to clean up. “Did you enjoy that?” He teased.

“Too much for my own good.” She said.

The next day she returned to the post and commented ‘it’s even better when he acts it out for you’ media going nuts believing it’s her, but the name was inconspicuous.

You think this has happened before?! I think so.

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Summary: After waiting all this time to have you, Suguru finally gets to taste you in a whole new way.

Pairing: Suguru Geto x Fem Reader

** A sorta Part 2 of Do Not Answer **

Story Warning: Post Partum Sex, LACTATION KINK!!!, Smut, Milk Drinking (Suguru), Mutual Masturbation, Female and Male Masturbation, Profanity because I can only be me, Sprung Suguru, Primal Play/Marking, Creampie, A Sprinkle of Breeding Kink, Fingering, Fingersucking, Sensitive and caring Sugu, Needy Reader and Needy Suguru, Missionary, Cowgirl, Dripping Titties, Got Milk??, Threats of violence sorta, Domestic Suguru

WC: 5.6k

Divider Cred: @hitobaby

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Positive?”

“One hundred percent.”

“Baby…”

“Suguru, I promise. I’m sure. I’m ready. Besides, the doctor said we could…” You loop your arms around his neck, watching worry etched across his face slowly begin to fade. “I’ll let you know if I need to stop.”

The deep frown lines between his brows disappear, expression softening as he peers down at you. Since you’d returned from your most recent appointment, Suguru had been on edge, tenser than ever. But that’s been his baseline mood for the last nine months anyway. Though, today was worse than others.

Suguru knew this moment was coming and on a normal day, he’d be looking forward to it. He’d be jumping for joy at the prospect of having you. However, all he can think about is how terrible he’ll feel if he ends up hurting you. He runs one hand gently along your thigh in soothing motions, and he’s not really sure if the act is to ease your mind or his.

You’ve been beaming, going on about doing this from the moment you’d left the doctor’s office, all smiles and eager eyes. Suguru told himself he’d resist, give you more time even as you chirped an excited “I can’t fucking wait!” in the car.

But as Suguru stares down at you, all soft and beautiful lying in bed in your cute little silk nightdress, he knows he’ll give in to you no matter what. He’s weak for you. Always has been. It’s why he couldn’t let you go when he’d left jujutsu society. It’s why he took the risk of trying to win you back.

And it’s easy to give you everything you want and more when you gaze up at him with those pretty eyes of yours. He really should have known from the moment he settled his hips between your legs that all you had to do was ask and he would be yours. It’s always been that way when it comes to you.

Suguru brings his face down to yours, runs the tip of his nose along the bridge of yours and like a reflex, you tilt your chin up to meet him. He watches your eyes flutter closed, lips pursed with anticipation. And just before your mouths collide, he stops.

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” He asks again, slight panic in his voice.

He’s certain he doesn’t sound like himself. He’s full of nerves, voice trembling the closer you get. But you roll your eyes playfully with a giggle and it calms him just a bit. “Suguru, just kiss me,” you whisper against his mouth. 

His lips meet yours hesitantly. His kisses are careful. Tender, like he’s afraid he’ll break you if he devours your lips the way he truly desires.

His hand squeezes your plush thigh and a soft whimper falls from his mouth and into yours. When you moan back into him, the sound sends tingles up his spine, making his legs shake ever so slightly. It’s been some time since you’ve made noises like that, and it does something to him. That, and the combination of your little makeout session currently happening. Suguru is struggling to keep it together. You’ve barely been kissing and he’s trying to resist pressing his hips roughly into yours. He so desperately wants you.

See– Suguru has been waiting months to be able to touch you like this again. To have you like this again. Nine long months actually.

Six weeks ago, you’d given birth to your son, the perfect blend of you and him. 

Your pregnancy had been unexpected and if Suguru’s math was right, he’s pretty sure it happened the night he’d crawled through your dorm window at the school and begged you to leave with him. It’s been almost a year since you’d abandoned all of your beliefs and hopes to fully stand alongside him as a curse user. 

After not being able to touch you for so long, just when he’d finally gotten you back, he found himself right back at square one.

But, the payoff was worth the wait. 

Not long after your defection, you’d come to Suguru in the early hours before he was to meet with the monkeys lined up outside the monastery. Your eyes were rimmed red, evidence of your tears as you stood before him. You looked ill, and you had been for some days. This had Suguru worrying. You’d been having such a hard time coping with the choice you’d made already. 

And it likely didn’t help that Yaga ripped you a new one days after your defection had become clear. Satoru had given you hell via text, promising to end you both if he saw either of you again. 

But Suguru could not have gave less of a fuck about his ex friend’s empty threats. He did, however, care about how much it affected you. It only took a few weeks for your health to decline, for you to be sick and in bed most of the day. Suguru truly believed this to be depression settling in for you. The same had happened for him. He couldn’t help but be concerned.

On the days you felt well enough to be out, you opted to be without him. And because old habits die hard, Suguru had of course had curses following you in the shadows. If you noticed, you didn’t say anything. Which was even more worrisome to him.

Where was the fiery attitude he so loved about you? Where was the woman who gave him absolute hell if he overstepped?You were nowhere to be found.

His mind began eating away at him as he tried to find reasons for your sudden change. Perhaps you had decided to return to the school and  leave him behind again? Maybe you were beginning to regret your choice… Regret him?

Well, that would just be unacceptable. Suguru could not imagine what he would do if this were the case. He’d already risked everything to have you again. To beg you to leave with him and give up all you’d known to join him in his fight. It still took convincing even after you’d joined his cause. Now you may be entertaining the idea of leaving again?

Suguru lost his mind the first time he thought he lost you.

This time, he thinks he would destroy everything and everyone in his path if he lost you again.

Luckily for him, and everyone else, all of his worries melted away when you took his hand in yours, squeezing gently and told him the news. “I know this wasn’t the plan, Suguru. I know we were going to move forward with…” you paused, choosing your words carefully, because you never knew who could be listening. “Celebrating Christmas Eve.”

He knew what you were referring to, of course.

“I don’t care about any of that.” Because he didn’t. Even as his heart roared in his ears, all he could think about was the gift you were giving him; the blessing that was now going to be coming.

A child – His child. With you. The perfect heir to his legacy.

But pregnancy had not been good to you and you spent a good majority of it uncomfortable and sick. And so, Suguru had been reluctant to initiate intimacy with you. Not because he didn’t find you attractive anymore. It was truly the opposite. In fact, Suguru found you so incredibly enticing during your pregnancy that he was afraid he’d hurt you if you became intimate. He feared he would not be able to fight his urges to fuck you through the bed if he had you.

Seeing you all round and soft? It had his dick aching. He found himself showering three, sometimes four times a day, fisting his cock as he imagined all the ways he wanted to have you. It was embarrassing, the way his body reacted to the simple sight of you. So, he had to find some sort of outlet. You were already struggling so much with your pregnancy. He couldn’t add onto that, be the reason you had more discomfort than you were already dealing with.

Now, you’re six months postpartum and you’ve been an absolute angel. You’re glowing, the epitome of beauty, ethereal almost. Motherhood has only made Suguru fall even more in love with you. 

The doctor has finally given you the green light to be intimate again. Though, with a warning to be careful as the risk of becoming pregnant again is incredibly high right now. Somehow, the thought makes Suguru even harder if possible. Some sick part of him wants to bury himself as deep as possible. Breed you again and again. Pump you full of his seed and have you round with him as many times as he can. 

A tiny groan escapes Suguru as he deepens the kiss, lips slotting sloppily against yours. Every moan he pulls from you is making it more and more difficult for him to resist pressing his hips against yours, strip you of this flimsy little fabric and make love to you until you can only think of him. The same way he only thinks of you. His hand glides up your smooth thigh, slipping beneath your gown and up to your waist. 

He finally breaks the kiss, and the gentleness does not make a bit of difference because you’re both left gasping for air between each other. Suguru’s eyes roam down your body ravenously, every new dip and curve gifted to you by your newfound motherhood so goddamn enticing. Even moreso, when he feels it…or doesn’t feel it, rather.

“You’re not wearing panties,” he mumbles, more as an observation than a question. He pulls his hand from beneath your dress to glide over the smooth material of your silky gown along your stomach, up to the valley of your breasts.

You shake your head, a cheeky grin spreading along your face. “Didn’t think I’d need them.”

Suguru hums, hooking a finger into the cup of your gown and tugging down. He watches with heated desire as your supple breast falls free from its confines. So round and full. He can’t help but run his tongue along his lips.

“Did you pump before bed?” He asks. He cups your breast gently in his palm, biting down on his bottom lip when you sigh a soft no, followed by a quiet gasp. Suguru clicks his tongue, delicately squeezing the tender flesh and honing in on the small pearlescent bead of liquid that forms at the tip of your pert nipple. His heated gaze watches as your eyes fall shut, back arching as you press your breast further into his touch.

Suguru has watched you pump many times. Watched you breastfeed and has always wondered about this–what it tastes like. It’s not as though he’s picky when it comes to ingesting things. He’s a curse eater, after all. He’s sure your breast milk tastes heavenly. Everything he’s tasted from you has never been anything but delectable. But this…this is new. This is something he’s never had from you. But he will soon.

He must have every part of you.

“You okay?” Suguru asks, gaze locked on the warm liquid cascading down your breast. He meets your gaze and because you know him so well, you nod almost immediately. He dips down to wrap his lips around your hardened bud, pulling another sigh from you, a little louder this time. 

The rush of liquid filling his mouth surprises him at first, only for a second. Then he takes his time to taste you. Your milk is rich. Sweet. Buttery. But there’s an aftertaste there that’s so incredibly intoxicating, it has Suguru’s eyes rolling straight to the back of his head. It shocks him, the way this taste travels straight to his cock, and has him painfully erect to the point that he lets out a garbled moan against your breast. 

It only takes him a few seconds, after more than a decade of knowing you, training with you, fighting beside you that he realizes this taste is your cursed energy. And it has his dick is pulsing between his legs.

‘How delightful’, he thinks. To fully have you like this. To be able to literally taste the essence of your being. To consume what makes you superior to all others in this world. 

What makes you powerful. 

What makes you a sorcerer.

The thought alone makes him want to fucking cum in his pants right this second.

But he can’t. He needs to reel it in. At least, long enough to please you. He takes a deep breath, swallows what’s in his mouth. And just in time, because you roll your hips up into his and he has to pull back with a quiet hiss. The heat of your core meeting his clothed erection has his legs quivering already. It’s pathetic. 

He peers down at you, strands of hair stuck messily to his wet cheeks. Under the soft moonlight peeking in through your bedroom windows, he can just make out the way your chest heaves with shaky breaths, the slight parting of your lips as you stare lustfully up at him. His gaze trails down to your other breast, now soaking through your gown, your milk having leaked while he was giving all his attention to your other breast.

“I’m sorry, my love,” Suguru whispers sweetly, hooking his finger into the other cup and pulling it down. “I spent so much time on one, I forgot the other.”

His hand cups your soaked breast, a thumb brushing gently over your erect nipple and you gasp again.

“Sugu…” you whine, hands coming up to grab hold of his shoulders.

“You okay?”

“Mhmm,” is all you can manage, eyes fluttering closed as he tweaks your nipple between his thumb and index finger. “Sensitive.”

Suguru hums, slowly brushing his thumb over your nipple again, groaning when he elicits the same reaction from you.

‘So responsive’, he thinks. You’ve always been, but it seems you’re increasingly so today.

When Suguru slides his wet tongue over your nipple just before taking the peak into his mouth, you squeeze down on his shoulders, a choked sob falling from your lips.

“Oh, I love that sound you make,” Suguru breathes against your breast. He drinks greedily from you, savoring every little tingle the taste of your cursed energy sends up his spine, every little mewl you let out. He’s sure his skin is covered with goosebumps.

This must feel like sweet relief for you. Your body melts into his as he mouths at you, slurps you up, devours you and all you have to offer. 

You’re delicious.

And Suguru means that literally.

When your hands tangle in his hair and pull him up from your nipple with a loud pop, it’s only then that he realizes he’s been so focused on your breasts that he damn near forgot about you.

Panting, he stares down at you. He’s certain he looks all kinds of disheveled – lips swollen and glistening, chin dripping, eyes glazed over.

And you, you only stare back at him lovingly – eyes full of arousal, hungry and wanting, lip swollen from biting down on it in attempts to stifle your moans. You bring a hand up to his face, cupping his cheek gently. You swipe your thumb along his chin, collecting whatever liquid resides there. It’s sweet, cute that you’re wanting to clean him up. But then you press your thumb to his lips, your mouth falling open as you slide the digit past the threshold until you reach his tongue. You peer up at him expectantly. So Suguru wraps his lips around your thumb and greedily sucks the remaining drops of your milk from your thumb.

Your other hand wraps around him, fingers delicately tracing a line up and down his back and Suguru releases a muffled groan. 

“I want you,” you whisper and you grind your hips into his again. He can feel your arousal through the fabric of his boxers. He can’t even stop his own hips from rutting desperately into yours and you whine softly, “Please.”

He can hear the desire in your voice. It shoots straight to his dick and the throb that follows has Suguru wincing.

There you are. There’s his girl. So fucking needy for him like you’ve always been. He loves it when you get like this. And it’s been so long since you’ve begged for him that he has to resist yanking his pants down and sliding right into your dripping cunt.

He’s so hard for you, wants to fuck you until you can’t stand. But he has to remember, you may not be ready for that. He needs to be careful with you, take his time so as to not hurt you.

“You sure?” He asks, just one more time. For his own peace of mind.

You fix him with a deadpan look, much like the one you gave him the night he’d climbed through your window and threatened to splatter your little boyfriend’s insides along the streets of Tokyo.

“Okay,” he acquiesces, a small smirk playing on his lips. He loves your little attitude.

He’ll take his time with you, let you get used to this again because god knows he’s gonna need a second or else he’ll be losing himself to you in no time. He dips his head down, lips finding your neck and pressing soft kisses before he lightly sucks at your skin, making quick work of leaving a mark.

In the morning, when you’re getting ready for the day, he knows he’ll receive your wrath and it will have been worth it. Suguru loves to mark you up, though it pisses you off. He only cares that it signifies to everyone that lays eyes on you that you belong to him and him alone.

His possessiveness takes over, makes him bite down on the already tender spot on your neck and you cry out, which only makes Suguru moan against you.

“Sorry,” he mutters as he nuzzles against your throat, nipping and sucking lightly as he goes.

“More,” you whimper, and your fingers trace down his bare chest, along his abdomen until they reach the waistband of his boxers. You slip your hand inside, finding his cock with ease and wrapping your hand around him.

The sensation makes Suguru buck into your fist, a weak cry falling from his lips as he thrusts himself into your hand.

“Baby…” he whines into your neck. “Fuck, wait–”

But you don’t listen. You pump his cock, matching his rhythm as you throw your head back with a soft moan.

Suguru slips a hand between the two of you, cupping your pussy and groaning when he feels how soaked you are. It’s probably for the best that you ditched your panties tonight. He runs a finger through your folds, finding your clit and massaging circles around the sensitive nub teasingly.

You’re writhing beneath him, keening quietly into the air as you stroke his cock and let Suguru mark your skin as he pleases. He’s moved onto your chest now, lips back on your nipples and he suckles any drop of milk he can get from you.

The sounds coming from you are driving him insane. The sounds coming from him are almost foreign. He’s never heard himself sound like this before, so desperate, so needing, so fucking in love with you. He wants more, wants to hear more, wants to feel more.

He breaks free of your breasts and crushes his lips against yours. When you gasp in surprise, he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth while simultaneously slipping a finger easily inside of you. Your movements pause, a sharp intake of breath making Suguru pull back.

“You okay?” He asks, panic clear in his voice. “We can stop.”

You shake your head quickly. “No! No, I’m fine. It’s just…” You begin pumping him again, smirking when you see the way Suguru’s jaw clenches, how his hips stutter slightly. “It’s been awhile. Keep going.”

Suguru is a little hesitant. This is exactly what he was worried about. He knew you weren’t ready. He should stop –

His thoughts are interrupted when you squeeze the head of his cock, his precum adding enough lubrication to make the sensation dizzying for him. He has to catch himself on his free arm.

“Goddamn,” he grits, pulling his finger back just slightly before burying it knuckle deep inside you again. “Fuuuucking stroke my cock.”

You have your fist tightly wrapped around his length, twisting and pumping him just the way he likes. Like you haven’t missed a beat. You gaze up at him, all flushed cheeks and eyes glazed over in bliss as Suguru slips one more finger into you.

“Like this?” You ask innocently and Suguru leans down to press a wet, sloppy kiss to your lips.

“Just like that,” he pants against your lips. “You’re s– ah – so good at that. Good fucking girl, ” he praises.

It goes on like this for some time, you and Suguru getting each other off. He feels as though his nerves are on fire, skin prickling as the pleasure begins to take over. He wants to cum so fucking bad. Wants to coat your little hand in his load and have you use it to keep jacking him off. But nothing is getting him off more than the idea of being inside of you right now. Though, he knows he’ll have to take it slow.

“I need to fuck you now,” he grunts roughly. “Need you so bad.”

He pulls his fingers from your core, chucking low when you whine at the loss. He reaches down to his waistband and you let go of him as he pushes his boxers down, working them off until he can kick them across the floor.

“You ready for me?” He asks, kissing you messily again. He settles between your legs, brows knitting when your bare cores finally meet. It’s so hot. Literally, he can feel the heat radiating from your pussy and the anticipation of your answer is killing him. You’re already drenched, coating him with your slick arousal. He wants to be inside of you. Please don’t deny him.

“I’m ready, baby.” You reach down between your bodies and take him in your hand again, position his tip at your entrance. “Please fuck me.”

He nods. Your eyes are locked as Suguru eases forward. It’s a tight fit, and Suguru doesn’t know if he’ll even be able to get all the way in without blowing his load.

“Oh god,” he groans. “Fucking tight as shit, baby. Fuck.”

He keeps going, pushing in and parting your walls with difficulty even though your core drips for him. It's as if you've gotten even tighter since giving birth. Suguru has to pull back slightly several times and try again before he’s all the way in. He has his eyes squeezed shut, fists clenching the sheets tightly. 

You whimper beneath him, hands having now found Suguru’s biceps and gripping on for dear life. It’s a slow, delicious, painfully snug journey through your walls. And when he finally bottoms out, he takes time to look at you. You’re biting your lip, breaths coming rapidly as you grasp onto him.

You’re so fucking beautiful like this.

He's embarrassingly hard. He wonders if you can feel it. He thinks you can, from the way you squirm beneath him.

“Good?” He asks, checking in again and you roll your eyes.

“Yes. Now fuck me.”

Suguru rears his hips back, watching as your lips part with a quiet gasp just before he rolls his hips forward. He does it again, just so he can hear you make that sound one more time. Then he does it again and again.

His movements are slow, careful. He gives you soft and languid thrusts that have you digging your nails into his arms, has him gritting his teeth so he doesn’t cum. He can hear and feel how absolutely wet you are with each agonizingly slow thrust. 

It’s driving him insane to be so gentle. He wants to fuck you so bad, destroy your little pussy, bury himself so deeply inside of you he can’t fucking see straight.

And it’s like you know this, because you whisper his name. When he looks at you, you’ve got a cute little pout on your lips, glaring up at him. He tilts his head questioningly.

“Suguru, stop treating me like you're gonna break me…” You loop an arm around his neck, pulling him down into a rough, sloppy kiss before pulling back just slightly to tell him, “...fuck me like you mean it.”

And he does. Doesn’t need you to ask twice. With a deep groan, Suguru pulls his hips back, all the way until just his tip sits inside of you. Then he thrusts forward, plunging into you over and over.

Each snap of Suguru’s hips brings a new sound from you. It’s music to his ears – this mix of your mewls, his grunts and moans, his balls slapping against your sopping cunt. He’s losing himself in you, the way he always does, swallowed by your warmth.

“Ah…I- I’ve been waiting so long for this, beautiful. Been craving this - ngh - pussy for months,” Suguru rasps, dipping his head down to find your breasts. He can already see the bruises forming along your skin from where he marked you earlier and it has him choking out a soft sob. He pounds into you hard, fast, chasing his high as he watches your breasts bounce with each thrust. “Missed your pretty little cunt. Missed fucking you so bad, baby.”

He licks a long strip between the valley of your breasts, eyes rolling to the back of his head and hips stuttering when he tastes the remnants of your breast milk from earlier. 

“Yeah, babe?” You ask, pressing your hands against his chest.

You move your hips against his, meeting every thrust eagerly and Suguru inhales sharply. “Fuck yeah,” he murmurs, kissing his way up to your lips. Just before he meets your mouth, you push against him and shift your weight, effectively rolling you both over so that you’re not straddling Suguru. His hands find your waist immediately.

“I missed you. So fucking much. Couldn’t wait to have you again,” you sigh as you lean down to kiss your lover. Your hips begin to move, grinding yourself down on Suguru. His back arches, the feeling of him tapping against that spongey in your walls completely overwhelming him.

“Shit.” Suguru watches you move your hips against him, feels his dick twitch within your walls at the sight. “Feel good, baby?” He asks. Because it damn sure feels good to him. Suguru thinks he may lose his mind just watching. You sit up and his eyes follow you, watching the way your kiss swollen lips part as you let out another moan when he thrusts up into you.

You can’t do anything but nod your head, your hands falling to Suguru’s chest to keep your balance as you bounce on his cock. His gaze drinks in all the dips and curves of your body until they find where you two connect. He watches as you roll your hips forward, as his cock disappears into your pussy over and over. A quiet moan rushes past your lips and Suguru’s hands find your ass while you grind down on him. You’re so wet, he can feel your arousal dripping down his cock, drenching his balls.

“Oh my god, Suguru,” you cry out quietly, halting your movements to lean down and crash your lips into his again. “Feels good, feels so fucking good,” you gasp between kisses. Suguru pushes against your ass, prompting you to keep going.

“Don’t stop, baby. Fuck me like you mean it,” he repeats your earlier words, a sly grin on his lips when he smacks your ass, making you yelp.

You sit up, lifting your hips all the way up until just the tip of his cock sits inside you. Suguru’s eyes are glued to the view and he can visibly see himself pulsing between your legs. He lets out a low hiss that quickly turns into a loud groan when you slam your hips back down on him.

“Shhhh,” you shush him. “Gonna wake up the whole compound.”

He grips your ass tighter. “I don’t give a fuck. Let them hear us.” He gives you a particularly harsh thrust that has you keening loudly. He thrusts again and you let out another sharp cry. “Want them to hear me fucking the mother of my child, fucking my whole heart tonight.”

The air is filled only with the sounds of the wet slap of your hips meeting, your soft gasps and moans, the bed creaking with every hard thrust he gives you. Suguru’s eyes roll back, each pump of his cock in your pretty little cunt bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Your walls are so tight, so wet, so hot, squeezing the life out of him. 

“Tell me you love me. Tell me you love my cock, baby. Tell me you missed fucking me as much as I missed fucking you.”

Your nails dig into his chest as you cry out his name, tell him all about how you craved his dick, wanted him so badly it drove you crazy some days. The feeling of his tip pressing against your most sensitive area with each pump lighting a fire in both your cores.

“Fuck, baby,” Suguru gasps, voice hoarse with arousal as he stares up at you with nothing but love in his gaze. “So sexy. Look at you. Riding my cock so good – fuck.”

“Suguru,” You gasp as he holds your hips, keeping you in place as he fucks up into you pace increasing. “I’m…I’m gonna cum, Suguru. Fuck. I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum on my dick, baby. I wanna feel it. I need to feel it,” he grunts, driving into you. He feels his balls tighten, his release approaching quickly. He tries to stave it off, but then he feels it. Feels warm droplets of liquid hitting his chest and his stomach. He follows the trail, eyes landing on your breasts and the droplets falling from your pert nipples and onto him.

The sight is so erotic, so goddamn sexy, it sends chills racing up Suguru’s spine. You, taking his dick so fucking well, your breasts coating him in your essence, the very essence he got the luxury to taste early and god, did it taste incredible. Your mouth slack and eyes pinched shut as you dissolve into pleasure on top of him.

One more drop hitting his skin.

Your walls squeezing him for all his worth.

Your mouth crying his name.

It’s enough for him to shatter beneath you, enough to trigger that first rope of cum shooting from his cock. 

“Shit, oh– oh fuck, baby, I’m cumming,” Suguru sputters, holding your hips painfully tight and with one last powerful thrust, he shoves himself as far as he can go before emptying himself inside of you. His muscles tense, breathe hitching as he rides out the shockwaves of his release. Every pulse of his cock is met with your walls sucking him back in, milking every drop from him.

He thinks he’s seeing fucking stars, the muffled sound of your moans drowned out by the pure euphoria he’s experiencing right now. He doesn’t even notice that excess of cum that leaks from your core and onto his groin. He feels that damn good.

Suguru’s head falls back on the bed and his grip on you loosens, leaving you to lay your weight down on him. Both your breaths come rapidly, your matching heartbeats racing against each other’s chests. And this is Suguru’s favorite part of it all. He loves this, loves the feeling of you pressed into him, loves the feeling of you completing him. 

His eyes drift shut, his fingers tracing a line up and down your spine. And for the first time in almost a year, he lets himself fully relax.

- - - - - - -

The warm beams of the early morning sun peek through the bedroom. Suguru shifts, turning onto his side to get more comfortable.

Until he realizes something is missing. His eyes shoot open and he sits up quickly in the bed, eyes roaming the room for you. When he finds no trace of you in the room, he decides it’s time for him to get up, too.

You’re likely up with the baby and he wants to help you with his morning routine.

He makes his way across the room to your master bathroom and when he opens the door, he’s met with a cloud of hot steam and the sight of you naked in front of the mirror. You’re scowling, craning your head to the side like you’re looking at something.

He sees it the moment your hand reaches up and touches your neck and your chest. You’re riddled with hickeys and bruises, marks covering almost your entire upper body. Your eyes meet his in the mirror, a murderous glare staring at him in your reflection.

And it’s not like Suguru is particularly sorry. He wants you to be all marked up and claimed so everyone knows you’re his. But that look in your eye tells him he really may be in danger here.

Luckily for him, the shrill cry of his son pierces through the tension. So he shoots you a smug grin and backs right out the door.

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ok I love love LOVE the idea of post s3 botnik coming back after some time and stone just. doesn’t really accept that he’s real? like grieved and is haunted and now is like “well. of course I would be hallucinating the man I loved coming back to me”. it’s so so good.

but have we considered post s3 botnik comes back and stone seems to accept his return and is acting mostly normal— well, he’s clingy and much more physically affectionate and gets freaked out when robotnik is out of sight for too long, but, you know. normal! and everything’s cool and good because robotnik doesn’t really want to leave stone’s sight anyways, he’s content to settle into domesticity while he recovers, just glad to have his bones mostly intact (unlike last time).

everything is so SO cool and good until someone (friendly neighbour? food delivery? who knows) interacts with robotnik and stone freaks. out. like unusual amount of hysterics for him. falling over & passing out hysterics.

stone: oh my god, you’re real.

robotnik: what? yes. what??

stone: i thought you were—. oh no. oh.

robotnik: whoa, okay, let’s sit down. you look like you’re about to— oh okay, cool, passed out anyways. shit.

anyways, they hash it out once he wakes up a few minutes later and stone confesses he just thought robotnik was a particularly vibrant hallucination that, yeah, had gone on a little long, but he wasn’t going to complain!

( “It was better than never having you again,” Stone says, voice hoarse, like he’s been screaming. “I just wanted to pretend.”

And what the hell am I supposed to say to that? Robotnik swallows the words down and just reaches out, curls his hand around Stone’s jaw, forcing himself to gentle his touch. When it doesn’t succeed in drawing Stone’s gaze back to his face, he digs his fingers in and shakes him slightly. There you are. He clears his throat, suddenly put on the spot by Stone’s tired, lovely eyes on him.

“… I’m here,” he says, a little lamely. There’s nothing he can say to make this less pathetically vulnerable. He kind of appreciates it, in a weird way. “I’m real. I’m not going anywhere. I’m here.” )

do you see the vision?

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Hellooo! I absolutely like your headcanons! Especially the hair one. But I can't help but wonder how would main 6 react to hair care as form of intimacy? And their partner generally liking their hair and trying to touch it or run their hand through them. Best luck and love!

Honestly, I don’t know where I got the washing their hair part of this post, and I apologize that Asra and Julian’s parts are so long haha! I just had so many thoughts about those two!

Hair Care Intimacy with The Main 6

Asra

He looooves this! Run your hands through his hair, help him wash it, brush it, do anything you want with it!

Faust just watches from a corner, both slightly jealous and entertained by Asra’s actions.

They do think it is one of the more intimate actions you can do for another person. You both probably did each other’s hair often before the plague, so it’s quite bittersweet at first. He’ll often reminisce when you start doing it together, and the very first time he definitely sheds tears. They’ll explain why they’re so emotional if you wanted to know. He definitely lets you make it your own again though, finding how you want to do it in the present rather than how you used to.

Asra will reciprocate whatever you give him and double it. You take time out of your day to help him wash his hair? He’s already gotten a bath ready and very specifically picked hair products placed on the side for you when you come home. He knows he doesn’t necessarily have to do any of this, but this is just how his love works.

Faust occasionally feels left out, and now the two of you have a tiny little comb that you fake brush her scales with. She definitely plays into it and does little shivers that go through her whole body.

Brushing Asra’s hair isn’t too difficult with practice, despite the small curls and thickness. Though, it does occasionally puff out if it’s cared for a little rougher than normal. (It’s a cute look, but Asra doesn’t quite agree that it’s suitable for outside the comfort of your home.)

When you go to touch their hair in any way, they actually lean towards you to let you reach it better. They’re such a sap and they don’t care to show it. They also let out a little sigh once your hand finally makes contact.

Julian

Unfortunately, until you wear out the workaholic in him, you’ll often take care of each other. This includes bathing together, doing each other’s hair, swapping cooking duty depending on who’s less wore out, etc. He’ll eventually get his life a little more together, but until then you get to enjoy doing all sort of caring things with each other.

Julian gets very flustered when you both start doing these things. He never thought he’d get to be here, like this, or with you and its enough to make even his ears pink. It’s moments like this that he’ll finally start to relax after his day. He’ll mumble answers to any questions you ask, occasionally asking questions of his own. Times like these will also make him more sentimental on off days. He might ramble about how he didn’t think he’d really make it to this point or how you’re just too kind to him. He knows that you’re stubborn enough to stay, to be part of his fight, but it feels like a dream come true some days!

His hair is the easiest thing to manage. You could pour straight grease on it and it’d perk right up a few hours later. He’s aware of this, so he’d let you put whatever you’d like to in it, (within reason, it needs to have some kind of connection to the hair care world.)

Sometimes he’ll put on an act when you express that you want to touch his hair. It’s all out of love! He’s very playful, acting as though touching his hair is so scandalous..how could you both show your faces the next day after showing such tantalizing behavior?? He always gives in and even encourages it often once he gets that out of the way!

People are actually so used to you both messing with each other’s hair that the day seems incomplete when you don’t. If you manage to make it that far, someone is bound to ask what in the hell is wrong with you two. (It’s Asra, he knows Julian is too insufferable to let that long go by unless something is fishy….and he’s a little curious)

Nadia

She’ll notice right away and there is no stopping it.

Once she does notice, she’ll offer situations for you to touch her hair if that was what you wanted. Though, the one situation she would never put on you is actually brushing her hair. She knows it’s long, she uses special imported products, and she often has to use various methods to get it styled how she’d like.

If you offer or just go straight into brushing her hair, she’ll be delightfully caught off guard. Nadia will mention you didn’t have to and that she appreciates the action. Despite her concerns, her hair is pretty easy to manage, other than being thick. She’ll offer to reciprocate if you’d allow it, and then it’s up to you if you’d like her to try managing your hair.

She doesn’t appreciate it being over the top in public, but she loves when you run your hands through her hair. Playing with her hair so casually in any capacity (with her permission of course,) is something she loves. She takes it as a sign you’re comfortable in your relationship with her, and don’t see her as just the countess. She’ll occasionally brush her own hand through your hair or tuck a stray strand behind your ear.

If you want to help her wash her hair, you’ll both be getting special treatment from the other. She’ll always reciprocate in the shared space of her personal bath. She also thinks it shows that she trusts you just as much as you do her! Nadia loves the intimacy of helping each other unwind after the stress of the palace.

Muriel

I feel like this type of intimate care is a given with Muriel. He gets his own tough love hair treatment from Morga and ends up liking and even keeping the style. Though he will always be a little hesitant to change it up permanently, he’ll let you mess with it from time to time.

Washing his hair is a little more…intimate in his mind, but he’ll allow it! He actually loves it but he’ll keep that fact (verbally) to himself. He won’t return the favor until a little longer, but it pays off. He’s very good at managing hair despite how he treated his own in the past.

He likes the feeling of your fingers at work in his hair. It helps ground him when he’s extremely stressed, and it shows his trust for you. He doesn’t talk much unless you ask him a question once you start messing with his hair. He’ll even lean his head back to make sure you can get to all of it.

Muriel isn’t so confident in his own styling abilities, he doesn’t have much practice. The only way you’ll get him to style your own hair is if you show him how you like to do it. Eventually, he gets to a point he can do it his own way and get the same result.

Inanna forces you both to include her, and if you playfully ignore her whines, she’s not afraid to bite down on your sleeve just hard enough to pull you down. She’s a wolf, so she really doesn’t need to be brushed, but she loves it so much! If you both start brushing her fur, she’ll be in doggy heaven. So much attention!!

Portia

She loves it very much, however her hair is very curly, so if you don’t really know what you’re doing, it could be catastrophic. She’ll teach you how you can handle it without frizzing it up, or making it flatten out if yours isn’t curly, so that you can still express your affections!

She has a routine to go through with her hair, but if you wanted to contribute she’d be so excited! She’ll show you everything she uses, telling you how it works and how to use it. Portia definitely enjoys this form of care very much.

If you offer to help her wash her hair, she’s all for it. She’d love to return the favor if you’d allow it! She thinks these moments are the most precious and caring of them all. She’ll often try and linger, through playful squabbles.

Pepi does not want to partake very much. She can bathe and groom herself thank you! (Though when she finally ends up dirty enough to warrant a bath it is hellfire. No one is left unscathed.)

Lucio

He has such high standards for hair care, I’m so sorry.

Lucio acts very snobbish at first. He’s just so used to having people take care of him with whatever he’d wanted from the palace! He’ll ask what you’ll use, what does it do? Are you sure that one is good for him? Wait why are you walking away?!

You’ll have to run through the whole, no you will not use inappropriate products, yes they are all handpicked, and yes you will be gentle, before he’ll allow it. However, once you get him in that situation you have to absolutely drag him out. He’s so touch starved it is insane. He’ll find ways to get you to keep your hands in his hair, just when you think you’re done, he’ll bring out another excuse until he runs out. At a certain point you’re bound to figure out he’s just bluffing to make you keep going.

He loves having your hands in his hair in any situation. It does make him a little sleepy/slow his brain down significantly, but he doesn’t stop talking while this happens. He just kinda, slows down. It’s very amusing to watch him sluggishly put words together while his eyes fight to stay open. If you do it too long though, Melchior and Mercedes get a little jealous over the two of you. Melchior will often push himself between the two of you to get your attention while Mercedes just throw herself next to Lucio.

If you want to touch his hair any other time, he tries to act like he doesn’t care. It doesn’t work. He‘ll let you have your way more often than not though! (He does get his revenge though, and definitely messes up your hair ten times worse.)

[thatgirlsworld36]

Beneath the Silence- Héctor Fort

---One shot; Héctor Fort x Foreign F!Reader

Requested

word count--> 4.3K

WARNING: angst,jelousy, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it!), rough sex, dirty talk, choking, talking about blood(like once), kinda toxic relathionship, car sex, semi-public sex...MY WRITING!!(english is not my first language)

a/n: this took WAY to long...hope i will get put of this block soon...Lmk if i missed something in the warning. Also the person who asked for this told me the kinks she would like to see and what for sure don't. So maybe i will do another post about kinks I feel comfortable writing about.

Enjoy! <3

The car was quiet. Unusually quiet. The only noise that interrupted the complete peace was the rain hitting the car windows.

My arms were crossed in front of my chest, and my head was looking through the window next to me, making my back slightly turned to Héctor. My thoughts were far away from here. Full of rage and uncertainty. Everything that had happened more than two hours ago was replaying in my head over and over again. I still felt that heavy feeling of anger and betrayal that I didn’t want to admit even to myself. My thoughts were spinning in circles, but I was not able to find an answer to the questions that tormented me.

 I turned in my seat and my gaze fell involuntarily on the boy next to me. One of his hands was gripping the steering wheel of the car so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. And the other was resting on his thigh, near the gear lever, as if he was ready to start the car and drive away. He was staring at the empty, dark parking lot where we had been for nearly an hour. We hadn't said a word to each other. We both refused to give in and break the silence. Our egos were stronger than us.

 I settled into the seat and grabbed my phone. I had accepted the fact that we would be here all evening. We never go home angry, and today, apparently, no one was ready to apologize first.

-Are you finally done pouting?-  his voice was unexpected. Sharp and rough, full of impatience.

I looked at him, but didn't answer right away. I was trying to figure out if his question was sincere or if this was just another way to end something we both felt but didn't know how to express.

-Are we ignoring each other now? - His tone was mocking. He knew his words would affect me and provoke a reaction in me.

I took a deep breath and met his brown eyes that tested me. They were following every single thing I would do. His irises glinted in the dim light of the car's dashboard.

- I'm not pouting. - I said slowly, trying to convince even myself - I'm tired of you acting like an arrogant asshole and then pretending you don't know what you've done!

- Hermosa, you're overacting. You always do it and I'm sick of agreeing with your inappropriate jealous outbursts in perfectly normal situations.

My mouth opened to answer him, but the words got stuck in my throat. They scratched at its walls and refused to help me defend myself. I looked at Héctor in disbelief, my vision slightly blurry, my hands clenched into fists. Something seemed to be buzzing in my head - a dull, pulsating noise that drowned out everything else.

- Am I exaggerating? - I whispered- more dangerous than any scream. - I didn't know that it was normal for our relationship to allow other people to flirt with us, but I'll remember it.

-Y/N, I didn't say that. You know it. Here you go again! No one has ever tried to hit me up. Gabriela was just excited.

-Do you care about the names of your fans out of the sudden? Or at least the ones who are 160 petite Spanish girls with perfect hair and bodies. - I took a deep, trembling breath. A second, followed by a third. Inhale-exhale. - Is this what you want, Héctor? Am I not enough?

His eyes were closed, but after my last words they opened abruptly. His gaze softened, as if for the first time he realized the true weight of my words.

- Of course you're enough. I don't want anyone else. Only you. I want you.

- Then why?

His gaze was confused, his cheeky eyes never left mine, and his head was slightly tilted, causing a few strands of hair to fall down his face.

- Why did you let her touch your hands? Or when he took a picture with her did he let her hug you and put her head on your chest? WHY DID YOU LET HER FLIRTING WITH YOU, Héctor?- my anger was stronger than me. I never normally scream. I always managed to stay in my skin no matter what was happening. But this. The sight of my own boyfriend allowing a girl to behave like that in front of me… I felt a burning tear roll down my cheek.- Why?

The wet streak burned my skin, as if it were a scar from everything unspoken. Instinctively I raised my hand to wipe it away, but he was faster. His fingers touched my skin, gentle, warm. I didn’t want his kindness. Not now. Not when he was the cause of this tear.

-Don’t…- I pulled my face away from his hand as I said it.

-Y/N, I…

There was silence. That deafening silence again. His gaze had long since left mine and was now looking at my hands, which were nervously twisting one of his rings. He was searching for words to defend himself with. Some unnecessary words that wouldn’t make him any less guilty. He knew he was wrong. For the first time, he had nothing to say.

I waited.

A minute.

Two.

The rain was pattering harder and harder on the car, but the sound of my own breathing was louder. The anger was more than I could handle.

-Okay…- I took one last shaky breath- That's what I thought…I don't even want to look at you right now.- I unbuckled my seatbelt and reached for the car handle, opening the door slightly. Cold air rushed in, followed by tiny raindrops that stuck unnoticed to my clothes and seat.

Before I could push the door a little further to get out, Héctor's hand shot through me and closed it with a loud, deafening bang.

A second later, the sound of the lock echoed through the car. My heart skipped a beat.

-You're not going anywhere.- his voice was calm. Feigned calm. He was trying to hide what he was feeling. He always did. He puts on a mask under which he thinks he's impenetrable. But he wasn't. Not in front of me.

It wasn't a lie when I said I didn't want to look at him. I focused my gaze forward, searching for something in the dark that could distract me. Something that would get me out.

-Y/N…- his voice was getting lower and lower. A quiet, dangerous guttural sound reflecting his inner thoughts.- Y/N, I swear to God look at me!

No. I won't. I continued to look forward. It was as if he wasn't there. It was as if I didn't feel the electrified air in the car, the tension that was building with every passing second. I knew that if I looked at him I would scream again. I unconsciously licked my lips and focused my gaze on the tree that the car's headlights illuminated.

One branch, second branch, third…

A strong hand gripped my jaw, forcing me to turn my head. His fingers were tight, but not painful – enough to show that he wouldn’t tolerate being ignored any longer.

Our eyes met. Sparks. I felt my heart pound faster in my chest. The air between us heated up even more, throbbing with unspoken words and unresolved tension. His lips – millimeters away, my breath was one with his. Warm, teasing… captivating

-Go on, say what you really want to say.- he murmured, not taking his eyes off mine. His fingers squeezed a little harder. An attempt to show that he was the stronger one.

- You are pissing me off – I managed to hiss, but it wasn’t as harsh as I wanted. My voice trembled, betraying my insecurity. I was losing the battle with myself. The air was no longer filled with just rage. There was something else. Something different, sweet, intoxicating. Desire.

Héctor's head moved even closer to mine. So close, yet so far away. His usual cheeky smile never left his face. That smug, unbearable expression that always infuriated me.

-Oh yeah? Then why aren't you pulling back?- his voice was smooth, calm. With a hint of triumph as his eyes moved down my face, lingering on my lips. Lust was taking over us, seeping into our bones, making us forget everything. All the words spoken seconds ago, or the feelings experienced in a moment of weakness.

My breathing was weak, ragged. His fingers were no longer holding my jaw. I hadn't realized when he had let go of me, I hadn't stopped for even a second to feel his hands on me. I refused to pull back. I didn't want to. At this moment, I just wanted to prove to him that I was what he needed.

My lips pressed into his without warning. The kiss was rough, demanding, filled with everything unspoken. Not a kiss, but a battle for control.

I gripped the flesh of his shirt so tightly, as if it were the only thing holding me together. His nails dug deep into my waist, lifting me up easily and placing me on his lap. He was pulling me closer to him, but it wasn’t enough for him. I wasn’t close enough for him.

One of his hands was exploring my body greedily, getting to know every curve, as if he hadn’t done it hundreds of times before. His other hand was digging deeper into my hip, the pressure bordering on a slight, pleasant pain. My thighs began to sway slightly on his clothed dick, causing me to break the kiss and rest my forehead on his.

-Is that what you wanted?- his voice was breathless, he was trying to take a full breath. I lowered my gaze to his red, puffy lips that were inches from mine. His eyes followed mine and a smirk formed on his lips- And I thought I was desperate.

I lowered myself towards him, continuing the kiss from a moment ago, but this time I bit his lower lip, causing a slight moan to escape from him. His hand returned to my jaw, pulling my face away from his, which made me whimper. I needed to touch him.  His other hand touched very lightly where I had bitten him, collecting a drop of blood.

- A little biting never hurt nobody.- I tilted my head slightly to the side, giving him a soft, almost innocent smile. My eyes never left his lips.

-Bitch.- with these words his lips returned to mine, rougher, more passionate, more...wild.

I let him take full control. His hands were all over my body, kneading and squeezing my skin,  as if his lips were drinking my soul. An intoxicating sensation that made me want more. My thighs started to rub against him again, but were quickly stopped by one of his hands, making me stop any attempt to move.

-Look at you, already so desperate.- he whispered against my skin, continuing his attempts to stop me from moving on him.

-You wanna fight me on this?- My voice was like a pained sound. He wasn't wrong, I was so desperate for something more than simple kisses and touches. I managed to make my thighs move again despite his strong grip. This time I pushed deeper, harder, while I looked at him with pleading-innocent eyes.- Please Héctor.

- You will be the death of me hermosa.

His hands slid down my back, lifting my blouse over my head, quickly followed by my bra, which his deft fingers unbuttoned in seconds. His eyes immediately fell on my breasts, like a predator assessing its prey. There was no shame in his gaze – only adoration mixed with hunger. Without wasting any time, he lowered his already swollen lips and sucked on one of my semi-hardened nipples, raising his gaze to me. There was glee in his eyes, a cheeky expression that could have made me either hit him or lose myself in him completely. The second option sounded better to me at the moment. Much better.

My head fell back, my lips parted in a silent moan. The feeling… was electricity, it was pain and pleasure at the same time. His mouth sucked hungrily, his teeth bit down lightly, making my whole body tingle.

-Damn it.-  I managed to whisper under my breath, my hand finding his hair, burying my fingers there.

That only encouraged him. One of his hands gripped my other breast, his thumb circling my nipple with teasing ease. His other hand slid down-my waist, my stomach-and stopped above my jeans.

-You're so wet, aren't you? I haven't even undressed you completely yet. And you're still desperate for me.- he whispered against my skin, his teeth continuing to bite and tease my nipple.-Say it.

-Héctor…

-Say it, hermosa. Tell me how much you want it.- As he said it, he pressed into me, hard enough for me to feel his pulse through his jeans. My eyes watered – not from pain, not from anguish – from that pure, tearing need that I could no longer hide. - Or…

With those words he removed his mouth from me, raising his hands to his head and letting me sit on him. Without the support of his palms, without his warm mouth on my flesh. No, please no.

- Please… Please, Héctor. Please, please, I want you. I need you.

He smiled. His lips were red, his gaze dark and hungry. One of his hands gripped my throat – not hard, but enough for me to feel his power. His fingers were warm, steady, the pressure very measured – right on the edge between control and pleasure.

– Good girl… – he whispered, causing the pressure around my neck to increase slightly. – That’s how I want you. To beg. To tremble for me. Only for me.

His eyes never left mine, he looked at me as if he could see exactly how I was pulsing under my skin, how I was trembling with anticipation, how I was dying for more.

-You like this, don’t you?- he whispered in a voice so low I felt it more in my body than I heard it.- To be under me. To hold you. To know that I won’t let you go until you’re broken with pleasure.

My breath came out as a moan. My thighs moved again, seeking the friction he had so cruelly denied me. He noticed and grinned.

- Look at you. So fucking desperate. Grinding on me like a needy little slut.

His hands returned to my body, this time sliding under the elastic of my jeans and underwear. Pulling them down slowly, so fucking slowly, as if he wanted to make me suffer with impatience. He kissed a path of skin between my breasts as he removed my pants, his lips leaving wet marks, his tongue teasing, caressing, promising.

I was now sitting naked in his lap, my breasts rising and falling rapidly, my skin burning. He leaned back, unbuttoning his jeans, but he didn’t take them off. Not yet.

-Touch yourself.- The command was sharp, firm.

- What? - my eyes widened, my voice shaking a little more.

- You heard me. Show me how desperate you are. Let me see how bad you want me.

My heart jumped into my throat. Not because I was ashamed. But because this was new. I could feel his gaze on me more intimate than the touch itself, his voice almost harder than the cock that kept reminding me of itself under my dripping pussy, making his entire pants wet.

After no more than two seconds, I obeyed him and slid my hand between my thighs, my lips parting in a silent cry when my fingers touched my own wetness. I watched him as I did it - his eyes unblinking, his hand tightening on my thigh, and his jaw twitching.

- That’s it, hermosa. Keep going. Moan for me.

And I did it. On purpose. With a drawn breath and trembling thighs. I wanted to push him to the edge. I wanted to make him lose control first.

But Héctor didn’t break easily.

I reached over, one hand still shaking, and rested it on his shoulder for support, the other still between my legs, rubbing desperate circles over my begging clitoris as I slowly moved over him-not over his cock, but just above it. The pressure of his jeans against my sensitive skin was torture in itself.

He didn’t move. He just sat back, one hand still on my thigh, the other loosening his grip slightly around my neck. My breathing was ragged, my body writhing against him, relentlessly seeking any relief. His eyes were bright-dark, predatory.

-You look so fucking pretty when you beg.- His voice was low and husky, as if he had trouble staying calm. It was as if he was finally about to break - Should’ve taken a picture.

My lips opened to say something, but before I could, his fingers slid from my thigh to my waist, digging into my skin with renewed force. He pulled me even closer, making me relax completely on him. I could almost feel his pulse beneath me, how his body was trying to hold on, but it was already on the edge.

- Tell me what you want, preciosa. Use your words. - His lips moved closer to my ear, the heat of his breath melting every last bit of me. - Or I’ll just hold you here like this. It’s all up to you.

 I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to catch my breath, but he tightened his grip on my neck again, enough to make me focus only on him. Only on how wet I was. How much it hurt. How much I wanted him.

- Please… - I whispered in a voice that was barely audible - please let me have you inside of me.

- That’s more like it.

With full force he pressed my pelvis against him, his lips pressed into my neck, leaving a mark. Not just a kiss - a hickey. A mark that I was his. Completely. Without resistance. Without a drop of pride.

- You're not getting off this lap until I ruin you right here. On this fucking seat. But first be a good girl and beg for it.

My heart was pounding in my chest, in my ears, between my legs. It pulsed with every move he made, every word he said.

- Please, Héctor, I need you. I need to feel you inside me. I’ll be good, I promise, just- please…

That was enough for him. He growled and with the hand that wasn’t holding my neck he pulled his already unbuttoned jeans and boxers down not too far, but enough to get his throbbing member out-thick, hard, ready.

- If I fuck you right now, I won’t be gentle. - His voice was barely above a whisper, as if he were fighting with himself. And losing his own battle. - Last chance to back out.

I grabbed his face, my lips moved closer to his, touching them ever so slightly.

- Then don’t. Break me.

With one strong, deep thrust he entered inside of me.

The feeling burned me from the inside- not a drop of tenderness, just complete, irrevocable possession. My head fell back as my body adjusted to him, opening slowly but completely.

- Fuck- you feel like heaven wrapped around me - he growled in my ear, and his hands gripped my hips again. A slight moan of pain escaped my lips, because of his sudden entry into me. His gaze softened for a moment- We’re almost done…shhh… I'm almost all the way in.

The moment my body allowed him to enter me completely, he began to move- slowly, controlled, just to show me how easily he could control me. But when I started to twitch on top of him, to move in a rhythm that burned me, he lost control. He pulled me by the throat, embracing him tightly, without interrupting the movements.

My eyes misted up slightly, almost imperceptible tears covered them. The slight lack of air, combined with the feeling of feeling him so deep inside me, made me fall apart with each entry.

- Look at you. Fucking dripping on me. - His fingers slid between my legs, caressing my clitoris in light, circular motions, just to tease me. - This what you wanted when you acted like a brat, huh? Wanted me to fuck it out of you?

- Yes- yes, Héctor, please, don’t stop, I’m so close-

- Not yet. - He stopped. Completely. He didn’t move. His eyes were on me with a smile that was driving me crazy. - You don’t come until I say so.

I gritted my teeth, my hips shaking against him, the need in every fiber of my body exploding in painful pleasure. I tried to move again, but his grip held me tight, like a noose.

- You like being used like this? Fucked open in a car where anyone could walk by? - he whispered in my ear, his lips sliding down my neck. - Dirty little thing.

- Please… - I whispered so quietly I could barely hear him. - Please, just fuck me. Hard. I’ll be good, I swear.

His smile grew even more confident. He released his grip on my neck only to pull me even tighter against him, and in the next moment… he was thrusting hard into me again.

My body twisted in pleasure and surprise as he began to move inside me again- brutal, fast, without even a hint of tenderness. My breasts moved in rhythm with his thrusts, his kisses trailed down my neck, and the words… The words were like fuel.

- Say it again. - his lips touched my ear. - Beg for me.

- Fuck, Héctor, please, I want to come so bad, just let me- please, please-

- You’re gonna come when I tell you. Not a second before.

- Héctor, please- I can't- I need-

- You need what, hm? Say it. Use that pretty mouth.

- I need to come- please, I need you to let me-

He grabbed my hips and pushed me deeper into him, making me scream at the sensation. Every move he made was deep, rough, and merciless. It was as if he was punishing me for being so hungry for him… or maybe he just wanted to bring me to the edge again and again. To cover up the fact that he himself was more lost in me than I was.

His fingers found my clitoris again, this time without mercy. His tip traced quick, insistent circles as it hit the most sensitive spot in me over and over. Every muscle in my body burned. My voice broke into the silence of the car-moans, whispers, his name, pleading.

-That’s it. Just like that. -His tone was low, hoarse. -Look at you falling apart. All for me.

I bit my lip, my eyes narrowing as he grabbed my throat again, not hard, but enough to send a shiver down my spine. With his other hand, he held my waist, guiding me in movements that slowly tore me apart.

- Come for me, hermosa. Right now. Let me feel you break.

And it happened.

Everything inside me contracted. Like an explosion, tingling along my nerves, held back too long. My body shook in his arms, twisting against him, my voice muffled by my own moans. I felt him release almost at the same time as me, as he gripped my hips even tighter, biting his lip to keep from screaming.

For a moment, the entire space was filled with nothing but our breathing. Shaking bodies. Sweaty backs. The smell of leather, sex, and night. The smell of us.

My head dropped to his chest. I could feel his heart beating wildly. One of his hands slid up my back and pressed me against him, as if to make sure I was still there. The other pulled his cock out of me, causing our mixed juices to drip from me onto the fabric of his jeans.

-You're trouble, you know that?- he whispered, but there was no anger in his voice. Only satisfaction.

-Then stop chasing trouble.- I whispered against his lips, smiling slightly.

-Never.- His lips kissed my jaw softly as he moved his hand slowly up and down my spine. Gentle movements, in stark contrast to his words and thrusts a minute ago. I felt him lean his back on the seat behind him. His hand stopped its movement, making me shiver. I lifted my head sleepily from his chest, looking into his still impudent eyes. His hands were resting behind his head, a smile graced his features.

-Guess we finally settled that argument,huh?- his voice was still hoarse, full of remaining desire, but also caution.

I rolled my eyes at the mention of what had happened earlier and tried to playfully hit him on the chest, but my wrist was tightly gripped by his fingers.

-Don’t start again. You would like to walk tomorrow, won’t you?

-And what if i don’t?- I bit my lip and looked at him through my eyelashes, I didn’t care about anything else tomorrow. I only wanted him. Now. Tomorrow. Forever.

A deep growl escaped from his chest. With a quick movement, he released my wrist, put his hands under my hips, and moved me back to my seat. Before I could ask him what he was doing, Héctor reached into the backseat, grabbed his long-forgotten jacket, and threw it over my naked, shivering body.

-You better text to your boss that you won’t be able to go to work tomorrow.- he paused for a second to start the car and pull up his pants and boxers again, then returned his gaze to me.- We’ve got a long evening ahead of us…

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[may-cii]

Cold nights

Cold nights vanish in the heat of Geralt's passionate hold.

Geralt of rivia x (sorceress) female reader

Genre: SMUT / fluff (minors DNI)

Wc: 1,320

A/N: hi guys I’m gonna make the smut longer next time negl it’s pretty short so this is mostly fluff but there is smut and thank you guys for the support on my last post!

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Traveling with Geralt is a engery drainer. While he’s drawn to the chaos of monster hunts, you prefer the quiet precision of sorcery and trade. Yet, despite your differences, you find yourself pulled into his world time and time again. You tell yourself it’s out of necessity—someone has to patch him up after a fight—but deep down, you know it’s more than that. There’s something magnetic about the way he moves, his body coiled with tension, his every action deliberate. When he’s injured, it’s you who tends to him, your hands steady as you stitch his wounds. And yes, you’ve noticed the way his muscles ripple beneath his skin when he removes his shirt, though you’d never admit it. You’ve convinced yourself that Geralt doesn’t see you that way, that your bond is purely platonic. But sometimes, when his gaze lingers a moment too long, you wonder.

What you don’t realize is that Geralt admires you just as deeply. He values your presence on these journeys, your quiet strength and unwavering focus. To him, you’re a constant in a world that’s anything but. He’s drawn to the way you move, the way you think, the way you seem to understand him without needing words. But he’s hesitant to act on it, afraid that crossing that line might ruin what you already share. He’s not one for grand declarations, and the thought of losing you is more terrifying than any monster he’s faced.

“Geralt,” you call out, noticing he’s fallen a few steps behind. He catches up, his expression unreadable as always. “Let’s stop at this tavern. I could use a drink.” You reach for his hand, your fingers brushing against his calloused palm, and pull him along with a lightness that makes him smile despite himself.

The tavern is alive with the hum of drunken laughter and clinking mugs. Geralt steers you toward a corner table, away from the rowdier patrons. After a couple of drinks, he gently takes the cup from your hand. “That’s enough,” he says, his voice firm but soft. His eyes flicker to your face, then briefly lower before he looks away, hoping you didn’t catch the way his gaze lingered.

“And why’s that?” you protest, your words slightly slurred, a playful pout on your lips.

“Because you’re drunk,” he replies, his tone leaving no room for argument. He stands, tossing a few coins on the table before offering you his hand. “Let’s get you to bed, darling.” His arm slips around your waist, steadying you as you walk. Normally, you’d brush off such closeness, but tonight, your mind is too hazy to resist. You lean into him, savoring the warmth of his body against yours. When he removes his hand, you feel the absence acutely, a chill settling in its place.

“Here?” Geralt asks, gesturing to a clearing. You nod, wrapping your arms around yourself as the cold bites at your skin. “Help me set up. It’ll warm you up,” he suggests, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back as he guides you forward.

Once the tent is pitched, you shed your outer layers, leaving you in a simple nightgown. You grab your hairbrush, running it through your hair with slow, deliberate strokes. Geralt watches you from the corner of his eye, his admiration barely concealed. “I’ll be back soon,” he says softly before slipping out of the tent.

When he returns, you’re already in bed, the light dimmed. “What did you get?” you mumble, resting your head on the pillow.

“Some berries,” he replies, placing them on the table. He walks over to you and sits on the edge of the bed. “And this,” he adds, holding out a delicate white flower. “For the prettiest girl in the kingdom.”

You smile, taking the flower and inhaling its sweet scent. “Thank you,” you say, your voice warm. Everything he does makes you fall for him even more. If only he knew.

“You like it?” he asks, leaning back against the bed frame.

You nod and lean forward to hug him, pressing a kiss to his cheek before settling back into your spot. Geralt turns off the light as he lies down beside you. You both pull the covers over yourselves and drift off to sleep.

You wake in the middle of the night, shivering. “You cold, darling?” Geralt’s voice is low and gravelly with sleep.

“Yeah,” you whisper, trembling.

Geralt pulls you close, your back pressing against his chest. He wraps an arm around your waist, and you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, letting out a contented sigh. “Did I wake you?” you ask softly.

“No, you didn’t. I haven’t been sleeping well,” he admits, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before resting his hand on your waist.

“Geralt?” you murmur.

“Yeah?” he breathes out.

“Do—do you love me?” you hesitate, curiosity getting the better of you.

Geralt lets out a low chuckle. “Yes, I do,” he pauses for a moment. “Do you love me, Y/N?”

You turn to face him, your breath mingling in the cool air. “I do love you. So much,” you smile before your lips meet his. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent. The cool breeze drifts through the tent, making you shiver.

“I’m cold, Geralt,” you murmur against his lips.

He pulls you closer, your bodies pressed together. You can feel his hard length pressing against your core. You kiss him again, your fingers tangling in his hair as his hand slides down to grip your ass. You moan softly, grinding your hips against his. Geralt groans, his hand moving to your throat as the other slips between your thighs.

He tugs your panties aside and slides a finger into you. You gasp, your body tensing as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. “Geralt,” you whimper, and his cock throbs at the sound of your voice. He quickens his pace, adding a second finger and circling your clit with his thumb. The sensation is overwhelming, and you know he’s going to make you come undone.

Geralt kisses you gently before pulling his hand away. You let out a needy whine, and he chuckles, lifting your leg higher over his hip. Your hands fumble with his belt, freeing his aching cock. It’s thick and heavy, veins prominent and glistening with precum. You moan at the sight before he guides himself into you. Your walls clench around him, taking in his girth.

“Fuck,” he growls as you tighten around him, his hips beginning to move. He starts slow, the deliberate pace making your stomach flutter with anticipation. But soon, his thrusts become more urgent, more demanding. You moan and whimper, your lips seeking his in sloppy, desperate kisses. Geralt’s groans grow deeper, his thrusts harder, each one hitting that sweet spot inside you.

“Need to cum,” you whine, your voice trembling with need.

“Go on, darling,” he grunts, his own release close. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the tent, mingling with your moans. The air is thick with the scent of sex. Geralt hits that spot again, and you cry out, your orgasm crashing over you. You cling to him, riding the wave of pleasure as Geralt follows, his hips stuttering as he spills inside you. You come again, your walls clenching around him as you both moan, bodies pressed together in the throes of ecstasy.

Your movements slow, becoming lazy and unhurried until they still completely. Geralt presses a tender kiss to your lips and brushes a strand of hair from your face. “Are you still cold?” he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You giggle softly. “No, I’m not.” He smiles and nods, wrapping his strong arms around you as you drift off to sleep.

[yun-fangz]

Jongho twitter links — Dom Ver.

pairing: jongho x fem!reader

a/n: you guys already knew this was coming, i just can never get him out of my mind!! he needs to start paying rent atp. will be making a sub version for him; possibly for each member as well if this is well received, let me know your thoughts 😪 these are all also from my personal bookmarks too hehehe, i did my research

side note: i was going to make a post to see who wanted a tag,,,,,,,, im too impatient so im posting rn sorry!!! if you do want a tag for any of the other ones let me know :)

masterlist.

warnings + links under the cut!

warnings/tags: nsfw links (duh lol), pussy spanking, size difference/kink, fat cock jongho (i'm a very big advocate), bratty reader, rough!dom!jongho, fingering, piv penetration, possessiveness, breeding, brat taming, overstim, fingering, manhandling... uh yeah! jongho can match your freak ig

jongho having to spank you back into your place like this after acting out all day, your poor pussy and ass were aching but you couldn't stop leaking all over him.

jongho loves teasing you like this. rubbing you through your panties until it becomes unbearable, forcing you to to push him where you want him.

overstimulation was a normal thing for jongho, you had already come so hard but he kept on playing with your quivering pussy, spreading your juices and fucking it back into you hard. let's just say it didn't take long for you to come again. link.

jongho and his fat cock holding you open like and stretching you out like this. with your head lolled back onto his shoulder, you could hear every groan and moan come out of his mouth.

jongho using you as a cocksleeve, his arms around you as he quite literally lifts you onto his thick cock. link.

jongho restraining you by the arms as he ruts into you, his face buried deep into your neck as he chases his high. link

jongho loves teasing your entrance with his cockhead, smearing his precum all over your pretty little lips before eventually pushing in ever so slightly. this was the easiest way for him to make you drunk off his cock. link.

jongho fucking the brattiness out of you, his hands carded through your hair, pulling you back onto his cock. link.

you we're just so fucking impatient, jongho had no choice but to bend you over like this. if you were so bold to ask for his cock while he's playing with his friends, you can get fucked in front of them. link.

jongho holding your frame down with one hand while the other is fingering you ruthlessly. you had already come twice but he decides when you were done. link

jongho fucking you hard and fast like this, you already knew you weren't going to be able to walk the next morning.

a little on the softer side, jongho was just so in love with you, he took his time fucking you slowly and kissing all over your neck/chest. he'd whisper sweet nothings and praises into your ear as he makes love to you. link.

EXTRA:

these are some links that i think of jongho however i don't feel like writing/i already have something similar

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a/n: as always, went a lil overboard....... hehehe but it's jongho who cares lol. see you in the sub ver :)

[mangobabygirl]

Post-Partum | Luigi Mangione Drabble

Warnings: Smut (minors dni), slight mentions of physical discomfort, postpartum sex

-The first time you have sex with Luigi after your child’s birth would be so intimate.

-The second your GP cleared you for having sex (around six-seven weeks postpartum) he’s reading all the blogposts and new mommy blogs about it.

-You’d gradually build up to it over the next few months with smaller acts of intimacy, such as him squeezing and kneading your breasts, sucking on your clit and licking it with feather-like strokes, peppering you with kisses down your neck and chest, etc.

-When you tell him you want to have sex again, his eyes light up with concern.

-“Are you absolutely sure, bella?” he asks, and you assure him you’re absolutely ready to have sex again, longing to feel him inside you.

-You’d start off slow with a lot of foreplay, him suckling your breasts and rubbing your clit in slow circles, looking up at you with his longing brown eyes as to gage your reactions.

-He kisses you so tenderly all over, stopping at every stretch mark, calling you his “bellisimo angelo” as he worships each and every part of you.

-He uses A LOT of lube, drenching his fingers in it as he slides two digits inside you.

-Holds your hand as he gradually slips in knuckle after knuckle, pausing when your face tenses up at the stinging sensation of penetration.

-“Everything alright, mi amor?” He asks, reassuring you he could stop at any point if you felt too uncomfortable.

-You tell him you’re okay, remembering some discomfort is normal after giving birth.

-He cautiously plunges his fingers in and out of you, going slow as not to hurt you.

-Your walls envelope his fingers and it’s a new feeling for him, yet still so familiar at the same time.

-He flips you onto your side and gently starts spooning you, pressing his face into your neck, inhaling your scent.

-His hands roam up and down, gracing upon every curve of your body.

-You feel his hands leave your sides, initially protesting with a whine before hearing the squirting noise of a bottle of lube.

-“You’re ready for me, bella?” He asks, positioning his cock against your entrance, and you just moan out a breathless “yes”, you’ve never wanted anything more in your life than to have him so intimately again.

-He moans in your ear as he pushes the tip in, and you wince at his fullness, the stretch causing a slight burning sensation.

-He doesn’t stop but he doesn’t move either, giving you time to readjust to his girth.

-“You’re doing so well for me baby,” he says, “my strong, beautiful mother of my child.”

-He slowly begins to move, inserting himself inch by inch into your sensitive pussy.

-He’s kissing your shoulder and whispering praises in your ear, and you can hear the quivering vulnerability in his voice as he tells you how much he loves you, how strong you are, and how proud he is of you for bringing his child into the world.

-You lean back into his chest as he kisses your temple, pulling you even tighter into his strong arms.

-He starts slowly thrusting in and out of you, his breath hot on your neck.

-You feel your walls slightly sting as they clamp down on his dick.

-His hands are cupping your breasts and tweaking your nipples trying to provide an alternate pleasure against the pain.

-“You’re doing so well for me, baby.”

-Your close your eyes and lean your back against his chest, the pleasure overtaking the awkward moments of pain.

-His whole body wraps around you and you feel yourself practically melting into him.

-“I missed this- fuck- I missed you,” he moans.

-You lean your head back to kiss him and moan into his mouth as he continues to gently maneuver his cock in and out of you.

-“I’m not going to last long,” he says, slowing down slightly as to savor the moment.

-You look back at him as his eyes shut, his breath shaky as his arms tense around you.

-“Cum for me baby,” you tell him, and he lets go completely, moaning your name as a torrent of hot seed floods your insides.

-He stays there for a moment inside you, peppering kisses down your clavicle.

-“Want to feel you for a little longer,” he explains, playing with your hair.

-You feel so comfortable and at peace with him inside you, in a way you’ve never felt before.

-You close your eyes and begin to drift off into his arms, him holding you tightly as his spent body lays with you.

-“You’re incredible, bella,” he whispers into your ear as you begin to fall asleep next to him.

[mindless-existence1]

Request: "Can you write a oneshot featuring Aizawa Shouta with self bondage and gags please? In the fic, he gets the idea to try out self bondage in his apartment. You can decide on how he ties himself and with what toys. But I'd like it if he used a tape gag and was unable to escape his bonds, meaning he'd be stuck in bondage and orgasming the whole night."

Authors note/info about the story: This is male reader who works as a teacher at UA and is a prohero. You have a crush on Aizawa and he has a crush on you. I fear I'm obsessed with submissive men 😔😔Enjoy~~

Word count: 1,611

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Warnings: Self bondage, super overstimulation, sex toys, multiple orgasams, dry orgasm at the end (I fear om obsessed with them 😔)

Aizawa knew this was a bad idea, he knew this was kind of a terrible idea. But he couldn't push down his desires, plus he knew it was mostly a safe plan...mostly. All he had to do was be as careful as possible.

He had finished school for the day about an hour ago and was finally headed home (yeah ik it's technically a dorm but let's pretend it's a bit more like an apartment complex type situation) He just wanted to...spice things up tonight.

All day it felt like you had been teasing him and he couldn't get the thought of you out of his head. Why did your hero suit have to make you so fucking sexy? It drove him out of his mind.

You had been way more touchy then usual today and he almost had to rub one off like a teenager in the staff bathroom. So now in the privacy of his own home he can take care of the erection that's been forming all day.

He took off his shoes at the door and instead of taking off his hero clothes like normal he kept them on. You always said you hot he looked in uniform so he wanted to keep it on.

He went to his drawers and pulled out one of his sinful toys. He bought it in an act of desperation years ago and only used it when he really needed to, like right now.

It was a vibrating cock ring that wouldn't stop him from coming, it was a win win and he always felt a little guilty about buying it. Even so it did come in handy in times like this.

He put some lube on his hands and jerked himself to full hardness before slipping on the ring. He let out a low groan and pumped himself a few more times. He kept the remote in one of his hands so he could change the setting even when tied up.

Now on the bed Aizawa expertly tied his legs first and arms later to the bed posts, with a swift motion he wrapped it around his mouth as well. He strategically kept the end peice hanging next to one of his hands. This was so when he was done he could pull on the end and free himself from the binds (idk how knots and stuff works so pretend this makes sense).

With a deep breath through his nose Aizawa clicked the first setting of the ring. A soft buzz filled his ears and his hips jerked slightly at the feeling. He quickly turned it up a level to give him more stimulation. He moaned through the gag and closed his eyes.

He let the feeling wash over him. "Mmmh hmnnn" he whined through the gag, turning up the vibrations to a faster pace. Aizawa choked on a moan at the intense change. The feeling of vibrations felt foreign but oh so good.

Aizawa changed the level up again finally reaching the highest setting. The moan he let out was borderline pornagraphic, bucking his hips upward into the air he whined into the gag.

It didn't take long for him to reach his climax, the orgasm building up in his gut. He came with a low groan into the cloth. Aizawa felt extremely messy as the cum got on his hero suit. After a second of riding himself through the intense pleasure he went to turn the ring off.

In an instant he was washed over in a wave of panic when the remote fell from his hand. He tried calming himself by reaching for the end of his binding cloth but when he pulled there was no give. Why was there no give??? Aizawa must have used this cloth hundreds of times without mistakes. So why now of all times did he mess it up????

He couldn't think straight enough to get an answer with the relentless abuse of his poor cock. The ring still pulsing at its high level, he let out a broken sob, all of it muffled by the damn binding cloth wrapper around his mouth.

His hips were moving on their own accord as best they could. Aizawa tried tugging and pulling at the cloth but to no avail. His wrists were starting to get sore and his legs ached at the position he tied them in.

After coming again he could feel pain seeping into the pleasure. There was nothing he could do, he wouldn't be able to handle the embarrassment of screaming into the gag as best he could in hopes someone would hear.

The only people he lived by were his coworkers/friends and nothing would be worth having to face whoever came to his rescue the next day.

An image of you flashed in Aizawa's mind and he let out a whine at the thought. You lived close by, just a door down the hall. He gave you a key to his apartment (I know it's a dorm don't come after me), along with Mic. You were probably up right now, grading papers or watching TV.

He knew about your bad sleeping habits, he knew there was a good chance you were up right now. He imagined you touching yourself to, just down the hall. He imagined you waling in and seeing him like this. The thought was all it took to push him over the edge for a third time that night.

There was dried and wet cun alike on his clothes, he felt like a gross mess. All he could think about was you and how he wanted it to be you giving him all this pleasure and not just some toy.

Aizawa was now fully sobbing into the gag, it was wetted with tears. The vibrater kept going, and with each pulse he knew he was a goner.

~~~~~~~~Time skip to later that night~~~~~~~~~

His body felt like it was on fire, everything hurt and the pain was overtaking the pleasure. Every pulse of the vibrater brought a new flow of tears to his eyes. Despite what he wanted he felt the burning sensation of another orgasm building up in his chest. He let out a hiccuping sob into the cloth covering his mouth.

The overwhelming pleasure from his orgasm made him throw his head back as best he could. It was dry and raw and was ripped out of him. In his blessed out state, despite the continuous stimulation to his aching cock, he didn't hear the knocking at the door.

He also didn't hear you coming in, "Hey Shota, sorry to barge in but can you-" the words you were trying to say were lost as you took in the sight before you. He looked so pretty, tied up and clothed with just his cock out. Sweating and covered in his own come, you were so tempted to take a photo but assumed that wouldn't go over well.

"Shota...what?" Again the words died in your throat when Aizawa looked up and saw you gawking at him. He whined a high pitch moan, desperately squirming. He wanted to cover himself and preferably go die in a hole, never to be seen again by specifically you.

"Ummm tphh mmmm" He tried begging to you through the binding cloth but couldn't make anything sound coherent. "Shota, do you need help?" You hesitantly asked, not wanting to overstep. Aizawa quickly nodded his head praying you would get the message. You dropped the paper in your hands and rushed over to the bed.

After a minute of fiddling with the cloth, along with trying to ignore the moaning man under you who was still having his dick abused by the vibrater. Also trying to ignore your own growing erection.

You finally got the cloth completely undone and off of him, he immediately went to take the vibrater off his leaking dick. Aizawa was panting and breathing out light "Thank you"s. He wanted to say more, to explain himself, but he couldn't find the words. Even if he could his throat was scratchy and he desperatly needed water.

You were now sitting on the bed facing each other, maybe a bit closer then friends should be but neither of you wanted to move. The tiered man rested his sweaty forehead on your shoulder, to weak to keep it up himself.

After a second of silence you spoke up "If I was a bit more greedy I'd think you put on this show for me." You leaned forward slightly to whisper in his ear. His breath hitched at your tone. "I-" He didn't know how to explain himself so you kept talking.

"Didn't think you'd be this kinky Shota but I guess it is always the quiet ones. Plus i mean you did come up with a weapon called a 'binding cloth' so maybe I should have expected this." Your voice teasing but filled with lust, hot breath blew over his ear making them tinted red. M.

"I always hoped I could see you like this but that was mostly just wishful thinking." You laughed again, this time at Aizawa's reaction. In his blessed out state he leaned back and looked you in the eyes. His face was flushed and his eyes seem glazed over but they were fixed on you.

"What?" Is all he asked, it made you chuckle and take his face in your hands. He half hoped expected you to kiss him but instead you leaned in to his ear, you gave it a teasing nible before whispering. "Shota I've been wanting to fuck you since the first day I started working at UA."

[summercourtship]

Anon: I have a head canon that Batman checks up on reader whenever he is near readers home. (Reader knows this and is aware that he checks up on her/watches her) But what if during one of his check ups he hears sounds he sees reader masturbating which leads to prompt 47 “Were you just masturbating?” and then him and reader fuck 

I accidentally posted this ask before I was done writing it but here. Sorry this post is both very late (this is from the STBOTDI anniversary event, which was in May).

A Helping Hand. | Bruce Wayne x f!Reader | 18+

warnings: very brief mentioned accidental voyeurism, fingering, my stupid glove kink(TM) | word count: 1046

Bruce liked to think he was a smart man.

“Shit--” But sometimes, he wasn’t exactly the most tactful when it came to you. Especially when he was doing his rounds, his priority was to just quickly check in on you before continuing to patrol the city. It was normally quick, making sure that no one had broken into your apartment and that you were doing okay. 

Honestly, he should be surprised that this hadn’t happened before with how often he came into your apartment unannounced. 

“Sorry!” You practically yelled it, loud in comparison to the soft sounds you had been making before you’d noticed him. He didn’t know why you were apologizing. He was the one who burst in unannounced, clearly interrupting your… personal time. You had immediately pulled your hand away from yourself, trying to act like you hadn’t just been writhing on your own fingers when he’d opened your door. And he was trying to act like his eyes hadn’t immediately 

“Were you just touching yourself?” He asked, before immediately regretting it and turning to hurry away, cursing himself mentally for being an idiot. “I’ll go-”

“Wait-” You sit up, grabbing a thin sheet at the last minute to throw over your lower half, your chest covered with the usual large t-shirt you slept in. He momentarily mourned the loss of your exposed core but stayed still, waiting for you to spit whatever you wanted to say out. But you’re frozen, like whatever it is you want was unspeakable. 

He doubted that. 

“Can I help?” Bruce takes a tentative step forward, watching as you breathe shakily. After a brief moment of reluctance, you nod slowly, cautiously watching the rest of his approach.  

He lifts the blanket away, urging you to lie back. For a moment, he just stands above you, studying your reclined form with eyes that roamed over every inch of your exposed skin. Then he tentatively placed his knee on the bed, the other foot remaining on the ground. Leaning forward, he took the hem of your shirt in his hands before slowly easing it off of you, with you lifting your hips and arms to help him. 

When you were finally fully undressed, he leaned back slightly to look at you again, not removing his knee from beside you. After a few seconds passed of him simply looking at you, he placed his hands on your hips. The texture of his gloves was unfamiliar, the leather cold against your warm skin.   

Then, gradually, his right hand moved to the crease where your hips met your thigh, following along the line until his hand was nestled between your legs. 

“Spread your legs for me.” He murmured, his eyes focused on his hand. Exhaling softly, you complied, parting your legs to allow him further access to your core. He took another long moment to quietly observe your revealed self before his hand moved to hover over your mound. 

His eyes met yours, a quiet question in his eyes. 

“Please.” You whispered, your legs parting a centimeter more to try and entice him to touch you.  

Two gloved fingers swiped through your folds, spreading your lips and collecting wetness on the leather. You sighed, pushing up against his touch, urging him to move lower.  Like he knew exactly what you wanted from him, he slowly pressed both fingers into your opening, watching carefully as your eyebrows knit together at the pressure.  

You weren’t sure if it was because of his glove or if his fingers were actually that much bigger than your own but he seemed to fill you much more completely than you could yourself. When his fingers were fully inside of you, he paused before rubbing the tips of his fingers against your inner walls. A low moan left you, your back arching at the sensation. When he had arrived, you’d already been close to climaxing and his touch was quickly returning you to that peak. 

You lifted your head, trying to see where his fingers disappeared inside you, when he broke the careful silence that had fallen between you. 

“Look at me.” 

As soon as you met his eyes he thrust his fingers back into you, your mouth falling open and a shaky exhale leaving you. 

“Good girl.” His voice was soft as he praised you.  “Taking my fingers so well.”

He pressed his thumb to your clit, applying a gentle pressure as he continued to slowly thrust his fingers into you. The sound of his fingers working through your wet pussy filled the space between you, along with your sighs and moans as you gradually reached your climax. 

It wasn’t anything ground shaking, just a gentle crest as you keened and slowly thrust your hips against his fingers. He murmured soft praise, his eyes half-lidded and trained on your face as you fought to keep your own eyes on his. Your back arched, hands trembling against your sheets as he worked you through your orgasm. His fingers stilled as you slowly tried to catch your breath, still inside you but giving you a rest from the barrage of pleasure he had just given you. 

“...Th-thanks.” You said, once your body had relaxed against the bed. “Do you want me to-”

“I have to go.” He seemed remorseful as he slipped his fingers from you, the leather shiny and slick from you. You sat up, taking his hand and slipping the two fingers into your mouth. The taste of you combined with the taste of his gloves was enough to send another shock of arousal through your core. Slowly, you pulled your mouth from his fingers, now wet from your spit. He looked down at you, gently wiping his fingers dry on your cheek. When he spoke again, his voice was rough with need and you were certain that the criminals that prowled Gotham’s streets would have a much tougher time with him tonight. “I’ll come back.” 

You smiled, leaning back against the bed and humming with content. His eyes roamed over your body again, lingering on your still wet cunt. You raised your leg, softly pushing him away with your foot, giving him one last look at you before you closed your legs to him.  

“I look forward to it.” 

[darksigns-exe]

i put a spell on you - incubus!noah x f!reader

warnings: Alcohol consumption, swearing, unprotected intercourse, implied manipulation/coercion, reader doesn’t entirely act on their own will (but is unaware of it?), non-human anatomy, slight size kink, kinda dom-ish Noah (look at me switching things up)

word count: 3.5k

note: Our boy is an incubus in this. He’s a manipulative little bitch out for one thing and one thing only. Don’t let yourself be manipulated into anything

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You’re a little wary of your friend's proposition. On one hand, you know that getting out of the house would be good for you. On the other, you’d rather remain buried under a mountain of blankets to keep wallowing in your self-pity. In the end, your friends win, and you begrudgingly get ready for a night out with them. All the while, you keep telling yourself that it will be good for you. Really, you’ve been isolating yourself for long enough now. 

The dress you’d gone for makes you feel a little exposed, but once you’re a few drinks in it’ll be alright.

You have a brief moment of insecurity when you first leave the house, but once one of your friends loops her arm around yours, it only feels half as bad. And as soon as you’ve entered the first part of the evening, you feel almost as good as new. The music, the drinks, the easy company of your friends – it all washes away the heartache of the last few weeks. 

Your group of six hops across various bars for a few hours before eventually finding your way into one of the fancier clubs in your city. The entry fee is steep enough to make you reconsider, but one of your friends is adamant that it will be fun and that she would cover everyone to celebrate your re-entry into society. 

Not even fifteen minutes into your visit that people start offering you drinks. You accept some of them, always making sure that you can see what is ordered and that it’s handed directly to you. One of the people offering to buy you a drink ends up with their number saved in your phone, although you don’t know if you’ll ever end up texting them. 

One of your friends drags you back onto the dance floor shortly after that. You spend some time dancing with your friend and for the first time in weeks you don’t feel the constant cloud of darkness over your head. 

And then you spot him. 

The moment feels like something out of a film. The people in front of you part, revealing his tall stature to you. His skin is littered with tattoos, intricate lines that cover most – if not all – of the skin that is visible to you. Best you can tell, he is looking directly at you, fixing you with an intensity that it’s almost terrifying. You feel yourself drawn to him, moving through the crowd as if set on rails. 

A hand on your shoulder draws your attention away from him. The worried look on your friend's face seemingly distracts you long enough for the man to slip away. At least he’s nowhere to be seen when you turn around a moment later. 

Your attention is quickly grasped by your friend dragging you to a different part of the club and as quickly as you had been entranced by the stranger he had already slipped from your mind again. 

Eventually, your group decides to move into a quieter location, and you exchange the club for a slightly dingy bar. The music's good and the drinks don’t cost an arm and a leg, so you can’t exactly complain. 

You're on your way back to your table when you spot him again. This time he’s posted up in a booth not too far from your own, already watching you when your eyes find him. You chance a glance towards your table and find your friends wrapped up in a conversation — surely they won’t notice if you slip away for a moment. 

The stranger is still looking at you when you turn back to him. There's a strange curiosity on his face, almost as if he’s trying to decipher your thoughts. You're not sure if you would have approached him under normal circumstances, but at this point your curiosity is piqued, and you can’t possibly stay away from him. 

“I saw you at the club. Earlier.” You say somewhat flatly, hoping that it doesn’t sound as if you’re trying to accuse him of anything. 

“You did.” He counters, “It seems that we both got distracted. But as fate would have it, we’re in the same place once again.”

He motions for you to sit, and you slide into the seat opposite him. He tells you that his name is Noah, and in return, you tell him your name. 

Noah practically lounges in his seat, arm extended across the backrest, in order to take up as much space as possible. As if his large frame doesn’t already command your attention. 

He’s unashamed in the way he flirts with you. And his intentions are more than clear. Noah offers to buy another round of drinks, and when he returns he slides into the seat next to you, instead of his previous place. He keeps a comfortable distance, but you just can’t stop yourself from getting closer to him. And you soon find yourself somewhat cornered by him. 

The heat that radiates off his body is almost overwhelming. He’s so terribly close to you, fingers trailing across your bare knee, just barely. 

“Can I be honest with you?” he asks after a while, “I’ve had my eye on you since I saw you in that club. Never seen a prettier thing than you, angel.”

You feel your cheeks heat at that. 

He lets out an amused little sound, “Well aren’t you the sweetest thing, blushing so easily. I wonder are you always this reactive?”

His hand wanders up your leg, slowly and carefully drifting higher until your dress prohibits him from going further. 

Your chest feels so awfully tight already. He’s so close to you that you can feel his breath brushing against your skin. 

You’re not usually one for quick one-night things like this, but right now you’d let him do just about anything to you. Maybe it’s the break-up, maybe it’s the drinks you’ve had, but you cannot bring yourself to worry about the potential consequences of this. The need that has been slowly simmering beneath your skin is threatening to bubble over. You can’t remember the last time you’ve felt a need like this – if you’ve ever even felt like this before. 

“Do you want to find out?” you find yourself asking. 

You’re not entirely sure where this confidence is coming from all of a sudden. Earlier today, you had still buried yourself under a mountain of blankets and feelings, and now you’re asking a practical stranger if he wants to hook up with you. 

“Well, well – how about this, angel, I’m going to head to the restroom, and you follow me in a moment. We don’t want to be too obvious now, do we?” Noah speaks quietly, fingers still trailing against the skin of your thigh, “Don’t make me wait too long.” 

Noah squeezes your thigh briefly before slipping out of the booth. 

You watch as he passes your friend's table, shooting a wink to one of them before he rounds the corner towards the restroom. The idea that you’ll have to pass them on your way to him is a little mortifying, but the need to feel his hands on your body again outweighs any kind of shame that threatens to bubble over. 

You give it a few more moments before you follow him. Of course, one of your friends stops you, asking where you’ve been this entire time. And you know that the vague excuse you give shouldn’t be sufficient enough for them, but somehow your friends seem to be perfectly content with it. 

If you had been able to pay a little more attention to them, it would have struck you as odd, but with how single-minded your focus was right now you brush right past it. 

You follow the signs into the restrooms. One of the two doors has an out-of-order sign taped to it that you hadn’t noticed on your earlier trip, so you assume that this is where Noah is waiting for you. 

You try the handle and carefully push open the door. Noah is facing the mirror, seemingly focused on himself. 

The moment before he notices you, you swear that his shadow looked odd. It’s almost as if it extends further than it should. 

As soon as you step into the room, it seizes up, shrinking back into place. 

“There you are.” He muses, turning around to face you, “Come here, angel.”

You walk towards him, entranced by his presence. Something about him draws you in, lures you into his trap. And despite all of that, you can’t stop yourself from moving closer. 

His hand finds your waist as soon as you’re in touching distance. Noah draws you in close, and you swear that you can hear the pounding of your heart resonate around the tiled room. 

“There’s no need to be nervous.” he speaks with an almost devilish smile playing on his lips, “A kiss will make it better.” 

You’re sure that you can count the seconds until he finally kisses you. He’s surprisingly gentle, cradling your face with his other hand. The sweetness of the kiss quickly fades away through, as your own desperation begins to take over. His hand tangles into your hair, while the other grips your waist firmly. For a moment, you’re sure that you feel sharp points digging into your skin. The sensation fades quickly enough, though, and you disregard it in favour of the feeling of his lips travelling down the side of your neck.

Teeth scrape against your skin just barely, and the stinging is quickly soothed by another soft kiss. You let out a breathy noise when he leaves his mark on your skin. His breath fans out against your skin as he lets out a soft laugh. 

“You’re such a delight to play with, always so reactive.” he mutters against your skin. 

The wording should have struck you as odd, but your mind is already so full of him that you cannot question it. 

You finally gather the wits to let your hands wander across his body too. There’s a softness to him, despite the very evident muscle. A tenderness that hides beneath the lines of ink. The boxy shirt he wears hides most of his physique, but now that you can actually touch him, the size difference between you becomes even more obvious. 

“Turn around for me, angel.” he says then. 

You do as he asks, bracing your hands on the counter in front of you. Noah steps behind you, hands immediately finding your waist. He pulls you back against his body. He towers behind you, watching you quietly for a moment, before he leans down to press soft kisses along the side of your neck. Teeth graze against the bare skin of your shoulder. You gasp and his eyes shoot up to meet yours. Maybe it’s the light – or lack thereof – in this room, but they seem so much darker than they had previously appeared. 

One arm wraps around your middle, keeping you close to him, while the other snakes down the length of your body until his fingers find the hem of your dress. Your skin prickles at his touch, hairs standing up straight when he brushes the tips of his fingers against your thigh. You keep your eyes focused on his reflection, even though he is fixed entirely on you, watching every minute change on your face while his fingers climb higher and higher on your thigh. Eventually, his fingers reach their target, pressing into your centre. His fingers dip behind the waistband to touch you properly. The first brush of his finger against your clit draws a sigh from you, making you drop your head back against his shoulder. 

“Look at you, angel. So pretty, and I’ve barely even touched you.” he speaks lowly, “I wish we had more time. I would love to watch you unravel entirely.” 

As he speaks, his fingers continue to dive deeper, circling around your entrance so slowly. The angle is a little awkward, but his fingers already feel so good against you. 

The hand around your middle shoves the fabric of your dress upwards. 

You should feel so awfully exposed, but with the attention he gives you, you can’t quiet bring yourself to worry. 

You push back against him, feeling his hardened cock behind the layers of fabric.

“Feel what you do to me?” he groans. 

You push against him again, “Noah.”

“I know, angel. Won’t make you wait long.” he replies, “Let’s take these off, okay?”

His fingers let the waistband of your panties snap back against your skin. He carefully tugs the fabric down until you take over, stepping out of the pretty lacy things you pulled on just a few hours earlier in an attempt to boost your confidence. As soon as you’ve placed your panties on the counter, Noah’s hand shoots forward to pocket them. 

“A little souvenir.” he answers the unasked question lingering between you, “Unless you want these back.” 

You shake your head, “I’ll pick them up some time.” 

He lets out a hearty laugh, “Confident. I like it.” 

He makes quick work of you after that. Before long, two of his fingers slip inside of you, working in and out of your pussy so diligently. Every thrust makes you whine and moan. And it doesn’t take much for you to feel close to your climax. Noah seems to find great delight in your pleasure, whispering the filthiest things into your ear. And when you finally feel yourself come undone around his fingers, his free hand wraps around your jaw, forcing you to keep looking at your own reflection. The high he gives you fills your head with even more cotton. 

You still feel so wound up. 

Noah’s chest presses against your back. His body feels impossibly warm against yours, even through the multiple layers of fabric that separate you. 

“Ready for more?” he asks, lips brushing against your neck as he speaks. 

You nod, “I would hope that this wasn’t it.” 

He smiles at you through the mirror, “Hands on the counter, angel.”

You do as he asks, bracing yourself on the surface below. He pulls your waist back, forcing you to take a step away from the counter. With how you’re positioned, you can’t quite see what he’s doing, but you can hear the tell-tale sound of a zip being pulled down. 

You watch as his face changes when he finally wraps a hand around his cock, sighing out with relief. His head drops back for a moment. The near blissed out look on his face is absolutely gorgeous. 

His hand soon returns to your waist, carefully shifting the fabric of your dress up above your hips. The longer, slender fingers return to your centre, playing with your folds for a moment before he pushes his thumb through your wetness. 

“Ready?” 

His voice doesn’t sound nearly as affected as you’d think with how he looked a moment ago. 

You give another nod and a moment later you feel the head of his cock dragging along your pussy. You hold your breath when you feel it catch at your entrance. When you’d expected to feel some kind of sting or stretch, the sensation never comes. Instead, all you feel is near overwhelming pleasure. 

When he’s fully seated inside of you, Noah wraps his arm around your middle once again. The first pull out of you draws a whine from your throat. 

The pace Noah sets is dizzying. 

Your combined moans echo throughout the room, setting a perfect soundtrack for what you’re doing. 

You try your best to keep your focus on the mirror, but the longer he pounds into you. The filth he whispers against your skin drives you closer and closer to the edge again. 

“Feel so good, angel. Feels like you were made for me.” he groans, pressing a kiss to the joint of your neck and shoulder, “Look at yourself. Such a beautiful little thing.”

Keeping your eyes open has become somewhat difficult by now. Really, even lifting your head doesn’t seem too appealing. 

Noah seems to be intent on making you look at your reflection, though, as he once again tilts your head towards the mirror. The angle of his hand doesn’t allow you a lot of movement, forcing you to keep your eyes on the both of you. 

Maybe it’s your pleasure riddled mind, but something about his reflection seems off. His figure seems fuzzy, larger than it should be. A particularly harsh thrust into you takes your attention off it quickly enough, though. 

Noah’s free hand finds its way back to your centre, fingers settling into a quick circular motion across your clit. He’s merciless with it, pushing you towards your climax in no time.

He barely gives you time to catch your breath, though, before he pulls out of you and urges you to turn around. With a leg hiked up around his waist, he pushes back into you. Your hands grip into his body, trying to find purchase while he fucks you. 

“Take it so well, angel. Such a good girl for me.” he whispers, still not sounding very affected. 

You would expect him to sound somewhat worn down by now, but he still seems so collected. A thin sheen of sweat lines his forehead, but that seems to be the extent of his exhaustion. 

He dips down, to suck a few more marks into the skin of your neck. Teeth occasionally grazing against your skin. You tangle one of your hands into his hair, keeping him exactly there. 

His movements have slowed considerably though, coming to more of a grind than the previous hard thrusts. 

You’re reduced to gasps by now, unable to really articulate how he makes you feel. Noah lets out a moan when you tug on his hair particularly harshly. 

“You’ll ruin me, darling.” he speaks, lifting himself from your skin. 

What you see shakes you to your core. 

There’s an odd tint to his skin and when you’d previously thought that you had imagined the darkened colour of his eyes, you’re now sure that they’re pitch black. You try not to let him notice that something is off. And truly, it doesn’t disturb you half as much as it should. 

Whatever he is, it’s clearly not human. 

“See angel, can’t even keep up my magic around you.” he lets out with a breathy laugh, “Have me completely entranced.” 

Your fingers brush across the skin of his cheek, revealing a faint net of veins beneath his skin. The change doesn’t make him less beautiful. In fact, you think that it somehow makes him even more beautiful. 

“I’m so close.” you choke out, feeling more and more breathless by the minute. 

“I know – I know, angel. Let me feel you for just a while longer.” he returns, finally sounding somewhat worn down. 

Noah’s pace picks up after that, as he chases his own high and in turn drags you closer to yours. 

When it hits you this time, the world goes silent for a moment. You feel him spilling inside of you, feel his hand tightening around your waist as he lets out the most gorgeous sounds. 

Eventually, his head drops to your shoulder. When he lifts it again a moment later, his appearance has returned to what you had seen of him before. His skin has returned to its healthy – human – colour, and his eyes are no longer pitch black voids. Noah drags in a deep breath, as he releases you from his hold. It takes you another moment to gather your wits again. You can’t quite tell which part of this has affected you more, either way you’re not sure if you can go without it again. 

“No one has ever made me lose control of myself like that, angel.” he admits with a wicked little smile playing on his lips. 

“There’s a first time for everything. I’ve never had sex with a –”

“Incubus.” he adds quietly, as if he is unsure of how you will react.

“See. New experiences for everyone tonight.” 

You still feel a little rattled by the whole thing, and you’re sure that the reality of it will hit you once you’re alone in your apartment again. But right now, you feel as confident as you haven’t in ages. 

He laughs at that, shaking his head gently, “How about another new experience. I don’t usually do repeat encounters, but for you, I’m willing to break my own rules.” 

You had parted without exchanging numbers or any way to get into contact that night. And with every week that passed, your hopes of seeing him again dwindled. It isn’t until almost a month later, when the first autumn storm of the season rages through your city, that your nose is filled with the scent of sulphur and what you recognise to be the cologne he wore that night. 

Perhaps you should have known that a demon wouldn’t need your last name to find you again. 

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TRANCE

daniela avanzini x fem reader

summary - daniela thinks you’re staring for the wrong reasons, only to figure out that isn’t the case at all.

a/n - short fic! might post a part 2 to this just cuz of how short it is LOL

wc - 1.8k

the hallways buzzed with the familiar sounds of laughter and chatter, but today felt different. you leaned against your locker listening to your friends, sophia and yoonchae talk about some one-off situation. they were mid conversation, but your attention drifted, scanning the sea of students.

that’s when you spotted daniela, and everything else faded into the background.

today, her natural thick, curly hair cascaded around her shoulders, a riot of wild waves that bounced with each step. man, you were a sucker for curls. it was a thought that flitted through your mind, making your heart race. 

you had always thought she was beautiful, but this? this was something else entirely. her natural hair seemed to reflect a newfound confidence that made her look even more captivating.

what prompted this change? you had seen her straightening her hair for so long, trying to fit into a mold that didn’t seem to capture all of her beauty. but now? now she radiated a kind of raw beauty that left you in awe. you couldn’t help but think that the curls she wore today suited her. really suited her. it put you in a trance, simply put.

“hey, you good?” sophia nudged you playfully, breaking your trance.

you blinked, trying to refocus on the two girls beside you. “yeah, just got distracted for a sec,” you said, glancing again at daniela.

yoonchae smirked, a teasing glint in the young girl’s eyes, not even needing to follow your gaze to know what has you distracted. “staring at daniela again?”

“shut up,” you replied, your cheeks warming. “have you even seen her yet? her hair looks amazing today.”

sophia raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile spreading across the older girl’s face. “you’ve been crushing on her since your freshman year. just go talk to her!”

“i can’t just walk up to her,” you said, slightly frustrated. “what would i even say? ‘hey, i’ve been watching you for years, and i think your hair is really pretty today.’”

“well, definitely not that. you sound like a creepy stalker.” yoonchae deadpanned, her lips twitching in a suppressed smile.

“exactly! i don’t want to give her that impression,” you groaned, rubbing the back of your neck. “what if she just thinks i’m weird?”

sophia laughed, shaking her head. “well, you’ll never know if you don’t try. you could just compliment her like a normal person.”

yoonchae giggles softly, “yeah, that’s the problem, y/n’s not normal. watch, she’s gonna start writing her love letters from a ‘secret admirer’”

you rolled your eyes, half laughing, half exasperated. “secret admirer? really? i’m not in a rom-com, yoonie.”

“maybe not, but you’re definitely acting like you’re in one,” sophia teased. “look, just say something simple. it’s really not as big of a deal as you make it seem, y/n.”

sophia’s words struck a chord with you. ’ just say something simple. it’s really not as big of a deal as you make it seem, y/n.’ but how could it not feel like a big deal? this was daniela, the girl who had captured your attention since freshman year, now junior. every glance, every laugh had built up in your mind, creating a tapestry of admiration that felt almost insurmountable.

but truthfully, you were tired of waiting. tired of waiting for the right time to go up and just talk to the said girl who successfully lived in your head rent free. each day felt like another wasted opportunity when you couldn’t gather your courage and talk to daniela after 2, nearly 3 years of pining after the cuban girl. 

you glanced towards daniela, who was leaning against a locker with her group of friends, laughter spilling from their circle like sunlight through clouds. and for a split second, your eyes met.

-

“is she still staring?” daniela asked her friend, lara.

“yeah, she is,” lara replied, glancing over. “what do you think she wants?”

daniela shrugged, twisting a curl between her fingers. “i don’t know. i thought maybe she was judging me or something. i mean, i changed my hair, and now i probably look stupid.”

“stupid? girl, you’ve gotta be joking” manon, another friend, laughed while shaking her head. “you look hot! but if she’s always staring and never says anything, maybe she just doesn’t like you”

that thought pricked at daniela’s heart. you’ve always been there, lurking at the edges of her social circle, watching but never approaching. she had noticed you during classes, catching your gaze from the corner of her eye, but you always looked away as soon as she turned. it felt like you were analyzing her, critiquing every little detail of who she was. 

“that’s even worse,” daniela huffed. “if she’s staring and judging, she’s definitely got something negative to say.”

megan– who had previously been quiet during the conversation, leaned in, her voice low. “or she’s just intrigued. but honestly, if she keeps staring and runs away every time you catch her gaze, that’s just rude.”

“right? like, if you’re gonna look, at least have the guts to talk,” daniela said, frustration creeping into her tone. “i don’t need some girl sizing me up from across the hall like i’m some kind of science project.”

“seriously,” lara chimed in, rolling her eyes. “It’s like she’s got some weird obsession or something.”

“obsessed? she doesn’t even talk to me!” daniela shot back, crossing her arms. “it’s just… annoying. if she thinks i look dumb with these curls, she could at least say it to my face.”

megan shrugged, her expression thoughtful. “maybe she’s just shy. you know how people can be when they first see us.”

“shy?’ daniela scoffed, her irritation flaring. “she’s been staring at me since freshman year! if she’s so shy, why not just avoid looking at me?”

manon grinned softly, trying to temper her friend’s anger. “what if she’s too intimidated by you? you sorta do have this whole vibe going on. you’re like, unapproachable pretty dani.”

“unapproachable pretty?” daniela echoed, raising an eyebrow. “i’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, manon.”

“hey, it’s not a bad thing!” manon insisted, waving her hands. “you’ve got this confidence, and maybe she’s just not sure how to approach someone like you.”

“confidence, huh?” daniela said, her tone skeptical. “because i feel anything but that right now.”

“look,” lara interjected, leaning in with a smirk. “why don’t you just go over there and ask her? clear the air y’know? It’s better than standing here stressing about it.”

“are you kidding?” daniela rolled her eyes. “what if she really does think i look stupid? i don’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she got to me.”

“or,” megan offered, “what if she has a friend crush? maybe she’s been too scared to say anything or approach you since you’re always with us.”

daniela considered this, biting her lip. “so what? i walk over and say, ‘hey, i noticed you’ve been staring at me for three years– what’s up with that?’ sounds real great.”

“why not?” lara grinned. “besides you’ve got nothing to lose. if she really is judging you, you can tell her she’s the one who looks ridiculous for not saying anything to your face.”

“right, because that’s how you make friends,” daniela scoffed, her irritation bubbling. “you know what? maybe i will front her.”

-

the next day, daniela stood in front of her mirror, running a flat iron through her hair. she usually wore it straight anyway, but after yesterday’s encounter, she didn’t wanna attract people’s stares again. although the curls felt freeing, so… her, she decided to revert back to the familiar sleekness.

as she walked into school, she felt the usual stares, but not as intense as yesterday when she wore her curls. of course, she felt your gaze on her too. it was a familiar scene, you leaning against your locker –which just so happened to be across from hers– surrounded by your friends. 

taking a deep breath, she mentally prepared herself for what she hoped would be a simple conversation. as she approached, she caught your eye. you looked surprised, almost startled, as you straightened up.

“hey,” she spoke, “do you have a minute to talk?”

“uh, yeah! sure, totally!” you replied, your weird enthusiasm almost stumbling over itself. yeah? sure? totally? good going, you sounded like a total idiot in front of daniela, who looked at you curiously.

you glanced towards sophia and yoonchae, who looked at you teasingly. “uhm, let’s go over there,” you suggested, motioning toward a quiet corner of the hallway, your gestures a bit awkward.

once you reached a more secluded spot, an awkward silence stretched between you. without hesitation, daniela jumped straight to the topic, “why do you keep staring?”

you blinked, surprise flashing across your face. not expecting the cuban girl to be so blunt. “uh, what? i don’t stare.” you felt the heat rush to your cheeks, instantly regretting your defensive tone. 

“really?” daniela deadpans, crossing her arms, “don’t think i haven’t noticed your glances for the past three years.”

“okay, maybe i noticed you,” you admitted, feeling the embarrassment deepen. “but it’s not like that, i mean, it’s just–”

“just what?” the cuban girl deadpans, raising an eyebrow. “especially yesterday, you were staring so hard. you know, if you’ve got a problem with me, say it to me directly.”

a problem? did daniela think you were judging her? 

you took a deep breath, trying to collect your thoughts. “no, i uhm, i don’t have a problem with you, i’m sorry if i made you feel that way.” you waved your hands around, unable to make direct eye contact with the girl in front of you. 

“you changed your hair! it looked amazing. i just— i thought it was cool.” you winced at how lame you sounded, “i mean, i thought you looked really confident with the curls.”

daniela softened her expression now, amused. “really?”

“yeah, really,” you replied, surprising yourself with your boldness. “y-you should wear your curls more often. i mean– i thought it was a huge upgrade from the usual.”

“upgrade, huh?” she said, tilting her head; a suppressed smile on her face. she had you figured out now. “that’s an interesting way to put it.”

“yeah, like, you seemed more… you?” you fumbled, hoping your words made sense. “y-yeah, like, you always look amazing, but yesterday felt like a more real you.”

yeah, daniela definitely had you figured out now. she grinned, her dimples now showing. this girl’s sorta cute, she thought. “okay then. just… don’t keep staring at me, talk to me,” she said, half-teasing and half serious. “or i might think you’re a total weirdo.”

you chuckled nervously, “...okay?” 

“by the way, i never caught your name.”

“huh?” you mentally facepalmed at your immediate response, “sorry, it’s uh, y/n.”

daniela smiled again, “well… i’ll see you around then, y/n.”

just like that, the cuban girl turned on her heel, leaving you behind freaking out internally in that secluded corner. 

maybe she’d start wearing her curls more often.

a/n - i'm gonan off myself why has it been midterm szn everyday for the PAST WEEK anyway here r rhe 2 songs that i’ve had on repeat