#and thats just. what i did. my body is a mess now my legs and arms keep giving way

[feline-evil]

Now we're nearing the end of my move (fucking finally) i can safely say that if i had not had the Song of Salvation on repeat for large stretches of time during this i do not think i would've made it through as well as i have

[phoqnix]

Older. (simon riley x fem!reader)

tw: age-gap (simon is in his early 40��s and reader is 21) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

authors note: hiii!! i hope you enjoy this, im a little rusty on writing smut so i apologize if this is not up to your standards! thank you for reading as always and request are always open!!

word count: 1k+

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Simon was sitting on the couch, beer in hand when you arrived home slamming the door behind you, just arriving home from your evening classes

“hard day love?” He calls out to you yet you don’t answer

“love?” He calls out again and still no answer from you

he hears your bare feet hitting the floor as you stomp your way over to the couch and slam yourself down into his lap.

”hello love” he whispered down at you

”hi” you mumbled into his chest

“what’s the matter” he ask while rubbing his hand up and down your back

”schools stressing me out, one of my professors is a dick and I have tons of homework” you whine into his chest

he hums in response while still rubbing your back

“want my help ?” He asked you

“si I can’t right now I need to do my homework”

”that’s what I meant you dirty girl, go get your computer” he says chuckling as you walk to grab your laptop

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“Nope write it again you misspelled something love” he muttered against your neck

“Si I can’t focus like this” you whine as your hips buck up into his hands

30 minutes of you sitting trying to write this essay while Simon was knuckle deep in your cunt was not easy, he hit the gummy spot inside you with every thrust.

”the faster you finish the faster you get my cock love” he said into you neck as he bit into your pulse point definitely leaving marks in the process.

”Si” you whine grinding your hips down on his erection

”stop squirming love and write the damn essay” he says sternly

30 more minutes and you submitted your essay, you weren’t sure how well it was written but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care now that Simon had began thrusting his fingers harder and faster, rubbing tight circles on your bundle of nerves.

”please Simon” you whine out “please let me cum”

“go ahead make a mess on my fingers” he whispers into your ear

in that moment your whole body seized and your vision went black, Simon kept moving his fingers to allow you to ride out your high, and when he does pull his fingers out they immediately go to his mouth, groaning as he sucks your arousal off them.

“Go to the bedroom” he rasps down at you

“Can’t” you whine up at him

”take your pretty little ass to that bedroom love” he says more sternly this time

you slid yourself up off the couch leaving your discarded clothes on the floor and ran your way up the stairs of yours and simons house.

Simon decided to make you sweat a little taking his time, he went outside on the back patio, and lit up a cigarette thinking to himself about how lucky he was to have you, his 21 year old perky girlfriend wife normally his little sunshine, but you had your bratty moments.

he finished his beer, picking up your discarded clothes and taking them to the hamper, then turning the tv and all the lights off slowly walking up the stairs.

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There you laid, pretty little thing curled up on the bed completely naked watching videos, you were always so patient, thats one of the things he loved about you, you would always patiently wait for him.

”spread your legs for me” he said lowly and you immediately did as you were told

your cunt already puffy and glistening for him.

”such a pretty pussy baby” he says as he unfastens his belt

you whined as he crawled up the bed, kissing up your body in the process.

”always so eager for me” he whispered into your ear before running his teeth down your neck

his hand came up and wrapped around the base of your throat, as he began pushing the head of his cock between your folds, no matter how many times you took him, it always took a little time to adjust, he was wide and long, full of veins that felt delicious while rubbing against your inner wall.

you whined and clawed at his wrist as he bottomed out, teary eyes looking up at him

as he begins moving your grip on his wrist becomes so tight he can feel your nails digging into his skin, the pretty nails he pays for because he knows how much you like them. he likes how they look wrapped around his cock.

Your eyes begin to roll as his thrust become harsher “just needed an older man to fuck you huh? Like the dirty girl you are” he growls down at you

“Yes si” you call out

“rub your clit y/n” he said sternly

you quickly obeyed rubbing tight circles on your clit.

He feels you tighten around him as your body spasms.

stars fill your vision as you hear Simon mutter a quick

“fuck” as he fills you to the brim with his cum.

you whimper as he slides out of you, quickly walking to the bathroom starting a bath, and coming to retrieve you from the bed

“Wrap your legs around me love” he says as he picks you up carrying you into the bathroom sliding down into the bath tub with you as he rubs up and down your back.

[lonigiri]

cuddling with hq

goshiki, ukai, lev, kuroo, ushijima, bokuto (dont mind how random these pulls are, i span a wheel 😭)

border by @/kyejiz

๋࣭ ⭑ goshiki

- def is like on top of you

- its kinda like spooning but like ur laying flat (kinda) and hes just ontop of you

- i mean its kinda cute considering hes crushing you

- plus side is that hes 100% kissing your face all over, like 100 tiny kisses all over

- sometimes he loves you too much

you were just trying to chill and watch tv when-- "whatcha doooooinnn" long eyelashes fluttering and a big smile on his face. the bed dipping as he jumped on top of you. "ugh tomu! get off me." you groaned, him shaking his head vigorously with a giant smile again. tightening his grip on you, pecking kisses on your cheeks. "love--kiss--you--kiss--so--kiss--much" "tsu im trying to watch my showwwww." "you can still watch it, im not kissing your eyeballs." "you're so annoying."

๋࣭ ⭑ukai

- probably the second most normal out of the bunch

- well actually i take that back, i dont think hes a big cuddler at all

- like he will if you REALLY want to but he wont if ur like silently initiating it

-like you gotta say it out loud that you want to cuddle

ukai and you laid in bed he was reading a book about something and you were scrolling on instagram. you placed your phone face down on the bedside table. your eyes darting over to your boyfriend. thinking about how you were gonna get him to cuddle with you. you scooted over closer to him, not quite hip to hip, but a little closer. he scooted away. are you serious. you looked over, deadpanning at him. "you need to die" "WHAT DID I DO?"

๋࣭ ⭑lev

- when i say pile of limbs i MEAN PILE OF LIMBS

- does NAWT know how to cuddle but he is trying his absolute best

there you where, in bed, laying next to your boyfriend. TANGLED. you have absolutely no clue how this happened but you do not know how to get out either. you were just staring at eachother, blinking. "this is all you and your stupid long body's fault." "hey its not my fault that i was graced to be 6'7" "you big fat lier you're 6'6." "am not, i am 6'7, i went through an adult growth spurt." he frowned and you just rolled your eyes. pulling your legs and arms untangled. "hey were are you going!" "what now." you fake whined turning around "i wanted to cuddle more."

๋࣭ ⭑kuroo

- your head on his chest as a pillow

- or alternatively, his head on your chest

- he says he just likes listening to your heartbeat buttttt i think we all know actually why

kuroo had his arms wrapped around your waist and head on your chest. one hand holding his phone watching tiktoks while the other was firmly holding your waist. "bruh what are you watching." "did you just bruh me?" he turned off his phone placing it on your stomach and looking up at you. "you act like this isnt an everyday occurrence." you placed your hand on his head and messing up his hair. "hey! dont mess with the hair." "you act like it doesnt look like shit in the first place."

๋࣭ ⭑ushijima

- big spoon 100%

- not that he doesnt like to be little spoon its just it doesnt happen normally

- hes just a very large man and its kinda hard to big spoon him

wakatoshi slipped into bed after a long day of practice. all he wanted was to go to sleep and be in your warmth. and thats basically exactly what happened. ushijimas arms wrapped around you, sighing out with a slight smile on his face. "did you take a shower." "i thought you were sleeping." "was until you got here. you know im a light sleeper. anyways, did you take a shower." "yes maam." "good now we can sleep!"

๋࣭ ⭑bokuto

- you and bokuto's relationship is the epitome of audhd

- you both like do your own thing while being in eachothers presence which makes you more likely to actually get stuff done (body doubling)

- he lays there on the bed and you lay on his stomach

you had your laptop on your stomach as you did some work while laying on the bed with bokuto. well i guess trying to do some work. bokuto was blasting only god knows what on the tv which made it kinda hard to concentrate. "bo." ... "bokuto." ... "ko." ... "kotaro." .... "BOKUTO KOTARO." "WHAT WOMAN DAMN." "I KNOW YOU'RE HARD OF HEARING BUT TURN THAT DAMN TV DOWN."

[luxtrys]

uggghhhhhhh putting a face mask on ani fucking getss me.

he was sitting on your vanity chair, resting against your fluffy white blanket that was draped over the back of it. he insisted that if he was going to let you put a face mask on him that he needed to be as close to you as he could.

so, thats how you ended up with your face inches away from your boyfriend, your legs straddling his body as he looked up at you dazed.

"ani, stop moving. i'm gonna mess it up!" you voiced as he kept wriggling under you while you were painting the clay green tea mask over his forehead "yeah? can't help what you do to me baby, sitting on top of me like this" the smirk ever so present on his face. "you asked me to!" you unintentionally raised your hips as you whined, slamming back down on him unknowingly in frustration.

anakin let out a hearty groan, quickly grabbing your hips to halt your actions. "angel, if you really want to finish this mask thing, then you're gonna have to stop moving on me like that" you looked down at him, the contact with his only boxer clad crotch finally getting to you as you nodded. he watched intently at the way your eyes were now glazed over, how hard you were gripping the brush you used to apply the face mask with and how your hips were involuntary shifting above him.

he took this as his chance, slowly entering his ring and pointer finger in his mouth and getting them wet. you didn't notice this though, to busy with distracting your self with the mask application so you didn't accidentally grind on top of him more.

he slowly brought his hand to the top of your tiny sleeping shorts, little hearts decorating the fabric and a little pink bow resting in the middle of the cream coloured waistband. you were perfect, beautiful, amazing, soft and everything anakin could ever ask for, the mere thought of you could make him bust right there and then. he began to dip his hands into your shorts, inching them closer to your core.

your eyes immediately snapped down to your boyfriends veiny hand making its way to your centre, letting out a shaky breath. "ani, what are you doing?" your voice was nothing louder than a whisper, any louder and you would let a moan slip out of your mouth.

he looked up at you innocently, brushing his unoccupied gloved hand through your hair. "nothin' baby. just keep doin your thing, try not to get any in my eyes, yeah? wouldn't know what i'd do if i couldn't look at your pretty face everyday." you shakily nodded before ani's voice echoed in your head about 'using your words' so you followed in up with a quiet "yes, ani"

"atta' girl" he smirked, before looking down at your shorts again, his fingers now making contact with your heat. he began running his middle finger through your folds as his thumb made its way to your clit.

you gripped the makeup brush with your hand as your knuckles turned white, biting your lip so hard you were scared you were gonna draw blood. as you were running the green paste down his nose, you felt the first finger enter you.

he heard you gasp as he began pumping his finger in and out of your heat, starting slow before speeding up to a ruthless pace. you tried your best to focus on impressing ani with how perfect your mask applications skills were, but the second his second finger entered you, you were done for.

he groaned at the feeling of you clenching around him, struggling to fit both his fingers into you. "shit baby, you're so fucking tight, pussy gripping my fingers like a fuckin' vice."

you whimpered at his words, finally abandoning the brush as you dug your nails into his shirtless back. he grinned up at you as your head buried into his neck, proud he made you incapable of finishing the task he so did not want you to complete.

"a-ani, g-gonna cum" you moaned "cmon pretty girl, let it all go"

he heard you let out one last gasp before he felt you spasm around his fingers, breathing loudly into his neck. he slowly changed the pace of his fingers, working you through your orgasm before removing his fingers from inside of you.

he chuckled at how dazed you looked from him, rubbing your back with his hand softly.

he took the chance of your tired out state to take a glance at himself in the mirror. "hey! i look like master yoda!" he exclaimed, reaching his finger up to touch the wet light green paste on his face.

"do not talk about yoda after fingering me anakin skywalker."

[pawpatrollss]

Cat disaster!

jschlattxfem!reader

Summary: You had just moved in togehter, what you did not stop to think about was the now three cats causing mahem.

Warning: my bad writing, and I did not check my spelling at all so DON’T come for me!”

Boxes were still everywhere, you and schlatt ate from paperplates or ordered in everyday and slept on the blow up mattress that was already broken.(thanks to jambo..)

Life was great basically.

You had been dating for almost a year before deciding to move in together into a new place in New York. But what you both hadn’t stopped to think about was the now three cats running around the apartment.

Jambo was usually the chill one, but ”burnt soup” and your cat megatron(named by schlatt obv) which was still a kitten, tried to make everything difficult for you two every single day.

”NO! DOWN! i swear to fucking god megatron i will throw you off the balcony.”

Was the first thing you heard opening the apartment door, coming back from the grocery store.

”what is happe-”

The next thing you saw was the tv going down the table and screen first onto the hardwood floor and a horrible crash could be heard, the cats bolted around the place.

”I SWEAR-” Schlatt started before letting out a harsh sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

”Well, it was a pretty shitty tv?” You hesitated to say seeing the foul mood schlatt was in today.

You were both exhausted from the move and the shitty matress thats was like a carpet now didn’t exactly promise the best sleep.

”..yeah i guess it was” schlatt sighed again but slightly laughed.

Megatron the little shit rubbed herself gainst schlatt leg and meowing at him.

”You little shit” He laughed considering actually throwing the cat out the window but decided not to since you would probably not be too happy with him.

You put the groceries away in the kitchen before jumping down on the couch closing your eyes for a second. Then some small feet could be felt walking over your stomach and then a small body collapse against your neck.

Opening one eye you saw the little furry fucker lay basically under your nose all snuggled up. You gave the cat some scratches and she purred loudly.

”She cost us a whole new ass tv and just fucks off and gets cuddles with MY girl?!” Schlatt exclaimed lifting his arms up pointing to the cat before letting them fall back dowm and hit the sides of his legs loudly.

”She’s just a baby?” You said in a disgusting baby voice kissing the top of megatrons head and smiling at schlatt at his irritaded form. It was kinda funny.

”No. No, that’s not- jesus I give up..” He said before plobbing down on the couch next to you. Hungergames was still playing on your laptop from before you had left for the store.

Megatron stirred from her slumber and crawled over to schlatt’s lap instead.

”See she’s saying sorry!” You said laughing at his now even more irritaded face, well he tried to stay irritaded at the adorable cat. But ended up failing misserbly.

”Fine, i forgive you, you little fucker.” He said pulling the kitten closer to himself.

You gave schlatt a small kiss on the cheak before turning back to the laptop that was purched on the coffee table.

”Jambo don’t get too close to that or it will fa-”

Crash, glass shatter, and a scream was the noice next.

You were now the one who LOST it, so you scremead into schlatt shoulder.

Schlatt bursted out laughing, probably cause this was your laptop not his. He kissed your temple before getting up to clean the mess away.

”I hate everyone..”

[norizz-nation]

Reader rides charles

This is something I need right now, girl 😮‍💨🤌🏼

Smells like sex ❤️

Summary: you always wanted to ride charles and he always gets you what you want

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, praise kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation, daddy kink, light choking, biting, breeding kink

The whole room was smelling like sex. Loud whimpers from charles’ mouth filled the room perfectly. You couldn’t help but let your head fall back, closing your eyes shut as you kept on jumping on his dick. You always wanted to ride charles but you were just too shy to admit it and when you did, it turned out like this.

And you were loving it. Every little touch made you go crazy.

“Look at me babygirl” he said, breathing heavily as he guided your hips up and down his dick so then you dont mess up the rhythm. You bit on your lip and looked down at him. Your whole body was sweating. So was charles’. “Thats my good girl” he said, smirking at you. You whined out when you felt charles hit you in the perfect spot.

The spot that made your whole body shake. The spot that made you cum uncontrollably.

Your mouth hung open as your eyes rolled to the back. “Are you gonna cum babygirl?” He asked breathlessly as he bit on his lower lip and furrowed his brows. You just nodded your head and closed your eyes shut. The look on charles’ face was enough to make you cum. “Aweh babygirl. Cum for me, be a good little girl” he said as he guided your hips in a fast pace. “Ohh fuck fuck daddy!” You screamed out as a tear rolled down your cheek. You let out a loud moan as you came.

Your legs started to shake uncontrollably as you rested your hands on his abs, supporting you from melting in his touch. Your chest heaved up and down as you took long breaths. Trying to come down from your high. It was so euphoric, you probably forgot your own name.

“You’re such a good girl for me” he said, as he brushed your hair that sticked to your face because of the sweat. Your cheeks were red when you heard charles praise you like that. He then grabbed you by your jaw and pulled you close to him, his dick still inside of you. Filling you full. “Now be a good little girl again and ride me till i cum. Daddy needs to cum too right babygirl?” He asked, smirking at you devilishly.

You whined at his words. You were already so tired, your legs were literally numb. You couldn’t ride him anymore. You frowned and pouted your lips but that little act made charles grab your jaw harder. “Answer me babygirl. You’re not a selfish little baby. You know that daddy needs to cum too right?” He asked, softly. You then nodded your head and slowly started to ride him.

Charles then grabbed your ass tightly and bucked his hips upward, fucking you. You let out a scream when you felt your another orgasm coming already. You hid your face in his neck. Charles’ hand wrapped around the back of your neck as the other one still held you firmly. “F-fuck nghh!” You screamed out as you let out mumbled moans in his ear.

His groans in your ear was telling you that he’s gonna cum soon. “D-daddy please, i-im gonna cum a-again” you said as you bit on his neck, trying to tame your screams. He let out a loud groan when you bit on his neck. You knew that your bite mark will stay for a good 5-6 days. His breathing got heavier as his thrusts became sloppy. You whined when you felt his cum fill you up so good. He then pulled out and saw your pussy dripping his cum on his waist.

“God, your pussy looks so beautiful when my cum is dripping from it” he said as he smirked at you.

A/N: requests are open! feel free to ask what you want me to write! luv you ❤️

[princessbrunette]

stepbro john b with a nympho reader? :PP

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you’re openly ravenous, and it kills him. any other guy would be thrilled to have a girl as hot as you flaunting herself round in a bikini all day, throwing yourself at him. but john b had a good heart, although lead astray the brunette was often set on doing the right thing. what he thought would be the responsible thing to do, and despite jj’s constant goading — that didn’t entail boning his little step-sister.

“you ain’t never watched step porn? the fuck do you even search on pornhub, bro — holding hands? love making?” the blonde scoffs as he leans his elbows against the rickety wooden barrier, casting his fishing line over it.

“i don’t really watch— ugh, whatever. i can’t do that. it’s tempting, oh trust me — i am incredibly tempted, but… i was left in charge of her, okay? i—i can’t just take advantage of her like that. she’s probably just all messed up because both our parents left us for dead.” john b sighs, shaking his head out at the open still water. jj squints at him for a moment like he’s dumb before checking his own rod.

“take advantage of her? dude she’s practically offerin’ it up n’dangling it infront of your face. you know what i say? you just take the risk, show her how a real man does it, tell her enough with the slutty little girl games. s’what i’d do anyway.” he shrugs hypothetically.

“really jj? thats what you’d do?” john b blinks, deadpanned as he glances at his best friend, barely entertaining his rambling.

“sure would. look if you’re not gonna swoop on that shit i hope you don’t mind me tryin’ that door. she’s hot, man.”

the idea of jj trying you out didn’t sit well with john b. the way you acted sometimes was like you were famished, starved for dick, like it was your life line and your step brother was the only one who could save you. jj oddly had a way with ladies, he was brutish and pogueish and the girls knew he fucked rough and dirty. john b can’t see you resisting that, especially as you know it’ll get to him.

that’s why he walks straight into your bedroom with all the confidence in the world, and loses it the second you turn and look him in the eye.

“okay.” is all he says and you furrow your brows, already slinking towards him like there were magnets attached to the two of you.

“okay what, john b?” you tilt your head. everything you did, every little move and micro expression you made seemed to be a seduction tactic. a spell that couldn’t be broken because he was just a simple minded guy that thought with his dick at the end of the day.

“uh…” he lifts a hand up to scratch the back of his head and you take the opportunity to eye him, delighted to see that he was already half hard from the thoughts running through his mind. “yeah this was… not my finest idea aaaand, i didn’t really think this through—” he starts to talk, and momentarily distracted you take his tanned hand, pulling it to cup your cunt. “uh— so… that’s your pussy.” he deadpans obviously, lost for words.

you grin and nod, eyes fluttering when his muscle memory kicks in and his slides a thumb over your covered clit, nothing but the material of your bikini bottoms separating you. “nothin’ gets passed you, big bro.” you tease, pushing your body closer to him.

“so this step-sibling… conundrum… really doesn’t bother you. like, at all?” he clarifies, big brown eyes locked in on your lips as you stand on your tiptoes, breath now mingling and lips just nearly grazing his.

“uh-uh. s’not like we’re related.” you reason, and when it comes from your sweet voice he can’t argue.

“jesus.” he sighs into your mouth, practically sharing oxygen at this point. “you know what? fuck it.” he takes the leap, pressing his mouth to yours as to which you let out a delighted squeal, immediately jumping up on him, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“we’re gonna have so much fun, john b.” you muse, almost happy to a sinister degree as you wrap your arms around his neck. he blinks up at you, guilty but sinfully aroused and presses his bulge between your split legs.

“thats the plan.”

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[skipper1331]

Everything and more // María León

a/n: based off this request and kinda this. Enjoy

Ale felt like she was talking to a wall.

The team was in their local pub, enjoying the day off after the el clasico win.

Mapi was sat next to you and Alexia and before Alexia could even start talking, the defender had only eyes for you. Your hand was resting comfortably on her thigh as you talked to Patri. Mapis skin was on fire, something she couldn‘t control when you were near or more than that, touching her. That girl was madly in love with you - a teenager romance.

You look at her - weak knees.

You talk to her - stuttering mess.

You hug her - wobbly wreck.

All in all, it didn‘t matter what you did or said at the end of the day Mapi would love you either way If not more.

Everything and more.

Looking at you with googly eyes, she couldn’t help but smile at you, lovingly.

After minutes of trying to get the blonde to engage in the conversation, Alexia just stopped and started talking to the other girls.

Every question towards Mapi fell to deaf ears as she admired you, heart skipping a beat at each of your smiles. María couldn‘t help but scoot closer to you, her arm around your waist as she bit her lip, eyes roaming over every inch of your body. "Amor" she whispered the conversation with Patri came to a stop due the waiter bringing new drinks, "can we go home?" she whined, her free hand wandering along your leg, inching closer to your private area.

"No"

Letting out a huff, she pulled her hand away from your leg yet not leaving your touch completely.

The next hour was the same as the first: Mapi fully obsessed with you and everything you do.

Every now and then she would whisper an 'i love you' in your ear with a sloppy needy kiss to your cheek.

"Drinks?" you asked the girls after awhile, slightly tipsy. They cheered in agreement. As you stood up, Mapi got up as well, not wanting leave your side. You looked at her confused, what was she doing? "I‘m helping youuu" she sang, grinning as her hand slipped in the back pocket of your jeans - claiming you as hers.

There were 3 stages of Mapi;

stage 1: sober - madly in love with and follows you like a puppy.

stage 2: tipsy/ little bit more - energetically in love with you and gets clingy.

stage 3: drunk/ wasted - crazily in love with you, clingy and follows you like a lost puppy.

And stage 2 was the case at the moment. Nevertheless, her jealousy was there at every stage, yet it wasn't the level that mattered but the person who you talked to/flirted with you - she was always jealous. It just depened on the person how much. "Baby, take a seat" you told her in a sweet voice, kissing her lips quickly. Mapi gave you her famous drunk-pout with crossed but didn‘t say anything. Though, she watched you like a hawk as you walked up to the bar. The team took the chance to talk to their friend with no success. With her eyes drained on your beautiful figure, her heart swooned at everything you did. It wasn‘t until a mid aged man came near you. Her lovestruck smile turned into a clenched jaw.

"Hey, i‘m sorry. Are you Y/l/n?" he asked, friendly.

"Yeah! How are you?" you replied, matching his friendly demeanor. "I don‘t want to bother you but my daugther - she’s 6" he showed you his lock screen, a little girl grinning widely as she held a Barcelona jersey in her hands. "That was her reaction when my wife and I gifted her your jersey. She‘s a really big fan."

"Thats really sweet!"

"Um, well, is there any chance I could take a photo with you or get an autograph somehow? Of course only if you agree with it a 100%"

As you thought of the little girl who had such a big smile on her face, your mind was made up quickly, "why don‘t we do both?"

It was clear to say she definitely got that bright smile from her father. "Thank you so much!"

As you took the picture with him, he made sure to have a respectable amount space between the two of you. And as you were about to scribble your signature on the napkin, you felt an arm snuggle around you. María. She pressed a kiss to your temple as she made her statement, "hola amor, ¿quién es?" she asked, glaring at the creature of a man. "This is-"

"Jack" he ended your sentence.

"His daughter is a big fan" you declared, knowing how her mind was working. Interwining your fingers, you calmed the defender down who had already made up a few scenarios in her mind what was going on and how to shoo him away. "Sign here too, love" you pointed at the napkin, smiling wide. You loved to make fans happy, something Mapi loved about you. She grabbed the pen, signing the napkin as well with a little heart next to yours. Again, a silent statement. You knew it meant something but not what exactly. Her mind was working in a strange possessive clingy way when it came to you, the love of her life.

Jack thanked the both of you, walking back to his table as you turned around on the bar stool. You didn‘t say anything, just raised an brow. "Don‘t give me that look, mi vida. He- he was flirting and i-" she tried to defend herself, babbling about the man who actually turned out to be really nice, something she didn‘t expect.

"you got soo jealous because someone who isn‘t you was talking to me, hm?" you mocked her, giggling at the defeated look on her face.

Kissing away her pout, you mumbled a "te amo" against her lips, her heart skipping a beat like always. As she ordered the tables drinks, she had her arms around you, minding her own business - you - as the two of you waited. She pressed kisses all over your face, loving the laughter that came in respond.

"There you are!" Patri yelled as you finally arrived at the table with drinks.

María placed the tray of drinks on the table, not saying anything as she sat down on the chair, Alexia looked at you, why was she having a frown on her face. Rolling your eyes, you answered her question: Mapi was being Mapi.

As you were about to walk to your own seat the defender pulled at your hips - her lap was now your new seat. "Don’t say anything" she grumbled.

"Your drinks" the new waitress said as she stared at you with hungry eyes. Of course, Mapi noticed the behavior of the lady. Already with Marías hands around your body, the waitress didn‘t seem to mind that you were clearly in a relationship, your girl right next to you.

As her arms hugged your waist, her fingers lacing together, to hold you tight, your arm went around her shoulder. "She was totally eye-fucking you" she stated again, claiming that the bartender had the hots for you. You looked at her, absently, playing with a strand of loose hair, "baby, how many times do I have to tell you, I don‘t care"

"Well, I do!" drowning her drink, she carried on, "they all do, all the time! We can‘t go out without someone flirting or eye-fucking you"

"María, why do you care so much about it? I‘m yours" you whispered, forehead leaning against the defender. "I don‘t know, something it’s just- my mind doesn‘t like the thought of you with someone else"

"Do you want to go home?" you asked, the defender at the verge of tears, more than one drink in her body showing their work. She just mumbled a yes in your chest as she hugged you like a toddler "te amo mi vida, te amo mucho"

Saying bye to the girls, they understood the matter, well Alexia understood, the only one who had one drink the whole night. Besides she was Mapis best friend, she knew her well enough. With some complains of the girls, you left anyways. Marías arm around your mid section on the way home, every so often pressing kisses to your cheek, jaw and temple. She would have prefered if she could have carried you home but nonetheless happy that you were in her grasp and hers general.

At home, the girl didn‘t leave your side, "¿beso?" she asked as you took of your shoes. You did as she wished, pressing a peck to her lips, the defender smiling happily as she did a little jump.

In the kitchen, she hugged you from behind, kissing along your neck and bare shoulder, loving you the way you deserved.

"¿beso?"

"Sí, beso" puckering her lips, she waited for you to press yours on her own. When you did, her skin caught fire. She pushed you against the counter, kissing the life out of you. She loved to kiss you.

In the bathroom, as you were about to brush your teeth, she again asked the question that haunted you since the moment you left the bar, "¿beso?" Of course you kissed her, you loved it just as much as the defender to kiss one another. It made your heart race, skin tingle, soul happy and mind spin.

In bed, Mapi laying on top of you with her head hidden in your neck, she mumbled inaudible words.

"You want to have a kiss right?" you asked giggling.

"No" she answered to your surprise.

"No?"

"No. quiero un beso de buenas noches" she pressed featherlight kisses to your jaw, loving the way your breath hitched at her touch. It was your turn to say "no"

"No?"

"No"

Quickly the defender sat up, staddling your waist as she glared while frowning at you, "¿por que?"

"Said so" giving her the bitchy-shoulder-gesture, you tried to hold in your laugh as you could see the dots working in her brain. "No no no, you love me and I love you so bésame" she demanded, leaning down, prompting her weight on her arms as they rested dangerously close next to your head, "¡bésame!" she grumbled, an inch away. You could feel her breath against your lips, your own hitching at the slight hand movement along your exposed stomach. "Amor, bésame" she now whined, "pretty please" giving you puppy dog eyes, you had to give in, your hands cupped her cheeks, poking them, "so needy" you giggled.

Staring at one another with so much love in each others eyes, you both leaned in, lips touching ever so gentle. It was more than just a good night kiss, it was kiss so soft and loving that meant everything for the both of you.

I love you.

You‘re everything to me.

I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

Every love confession in the world wouldn’t have been enough to describe what you felt in that moment.

Everything and more.

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[jayviksidehoe]

Hii, I just came across your masacrik x reader post, it was AMAZINGGG! It’s so hard to find a post on him😭

anyway, I was wondering if I could request a masacrik x playful and disobedient rabbit(ish?) reader smut? Where reader constantly annoys him, only to snicker when he gets angry. So one day he puts her in her place.

Ex: she messes with his tools while he’s experimenting or knocks over important things/Stuff.

(Sorry it’s long, feel free to ignore<3)

HAII THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST. ILL DO MY BEST

Masacrik x Bunny!reader

Cw: kinky, choking, bottom masacrik later? Bunny!reader. Blood (only a bit). Mention of a dead body, smut with no plot

Msacarik calls reader Zaika as thats a russian term for bunny

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You knew what this man was capable of but you just didn't care did you? There was no fear in you. Just now, you sat in his Lab. He told you thousands of times that you're not allowed in there but at this point he gave up. You were sitting on a little table with all the tools watching what he was doing. He seemed.. mad. No irritated. Which is not a good sign at all. But you? You decided to use that to break him.

-What are you doing to that guy?-you asked, your hand landing on his head stroking his hair gently

-Zaika, stop distracting me. -he growled. At first when you started acting that way he wanted to scare you. But nothing worked so he just had to accept it. For now.

You on the other hand decided to mess with the already angry doctor more. Knocking off his tools from the table just as he wanted to reach for them. He just clicked his tounge loudly, grabbing you by your collar and slamming you onto the operating table as he kicked down the body off there first

-Ah.. masik...-

-Not a word from you. You are going to face your punishment now dear. -the smirk on his face made you shiver.

-Mmhm i hope it wont disappoint me..-you laughed.

That made Masacrik Snap one of his big hands landed on your neck, as the other one was ripping down the fabric of your skirt

You clawed at his hand for a moment but as he lets go he heard a big Yelp from you,

-You enjoyed that didn't you? Needy bitch. -he whispers unbuttoning his pants.

As he got rid of his clothes-and ripped yours apart- you got dragged by your hair to lay on your stomach with your face near his Dick as he was standing beside the operating table. You knew what to do already deepthroating the doctor which made him shiver and moan silently as he grasped your hair.

Mhm~ keep going, such a good girl for Daddy right..,? Oh fuck.. i might forgive you if this keeps up..~

The praise went straight to your crotch as you choked around his length.

Not long after he came down your throat and pulled out. You as the playful little bunny you are you pulled him by his lab coat and kissed him deeply with his cum still in your mouth. As you pulled away his eyes were wide open

-Zaika.. you're digging your own grave..

-Yeah.. but im the only one who can please you till you start crying doctor

Trying to hide the redness on his face He walked around the table to the side where your legs were hanging off grabbing you by them and switching your position so you were laying on your back. His hands keeping your legs open as he slides inside you

-A-ah~ what. Embarrassed..? -You giggled earning a harsh thrust from him

-awhh~ i love it when you're flustered..-you moaned out as his pace picked up.

The Man only scoffed digging his nails into your thighs drawing blood, but you were right. The lewdness of the whole situation. The way you were squeezing around him moaning like a bitch in heat he wanted to breed you so badly the thoughts got him red in the face and almost falling apart. His hands were shaking a bit. He was moaning- no whining as he was getting close

You bit your lip drawing blood from it. As it trickled down your chin you smiled at him

A-ah Masik.. d-dont- not insidee~

You teased him. You knew you had nothing to say but you wanted to get him going even more.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he grabbed you by the neck squeezing. His other hand played with your chest. The sudden lack of oxygen, the pleasure mixed with pain made you cum around him. But what would it be without you making it a big scene?

You moaned and whined his name scratching his hand.

He came right inside you making sure to stuff you good. After that he pulled away. With the intention the end this "session".

But just as he was about to turn away you sat up on the table and with all your might you grabbed him by his lab coat and slammed him onto the flat surface. He looked at you surprised as you sat on top of him hoovering against his crotch

-What its not like only you get to cum twice masik.. also i hope to see some tears from you-

You moaned the lust clouded over your vision you knew this wasn't gonna end well but the doctor seemed pretty...calm?

You unbuttoned his shirt and started kissing his chest. He covered his face. But he didn't push you away. So you kept going. Undoing his pants and rubbing yourself against his lenght. You made such a mess out of his clothes as the cum was dripping out. But the only thing you cared for was to see him overstimulated at this point

-Mnghh~ zaika~ you're going to regret thi- Haah~

He threw his head back as you slid him inside again. Picking up a harsh pace

Noo no-he sobbed- im still se-sensitive hngg!~

You laughed in his face. Seeing him like that made your whole fear of this man disappear.

-You cryiinn? You're acting like a whore,

He started gripping your waist to stop you from moving whining. Tears streaming down his face.

-S-shut up.. oh im bout to- fuuuck...,~

He moaned out as you stopped moving just as you felt him twitching inside you

Wha-why did you stoop...-He was trying to move his hips on his own but his legs were shaking too much

I dont know if you deserve it masik...

-Yes! Yes i do of course i do! I- please im begging you...

It was unusual of him pleading for anything so you granted his request and started moving again as he threw his head back and came crying out your name.

He was so easy to play with you found it amusing.

As you both calmed down you only heard your name. And looking at his face he seemed pretty mad about this whole situation.

Oh what have you done

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Bro i would be shivering in my boots

[omgjumin]

Collegebf! Nanami and Yn fooling around and making out in the dorms 👀👀👀?? Ugh my head is filled with FILTHY thought for this man 😭

making out with collegebf! nanami kento!

tags: suggestive, making out, choking (kind of, not rlly), hinted hand kink, mentions of hickeys, thats it, gn! reader

notes: literally ME TOO especially after this jjk season 2 trailer just dropped, i am having MAJOR brainrot with this man. (this was supposed to be done three weeks ago but writers block 🤕)

you didn't intend this to happen but with nanami on top of you, his legs straddling each side of your body while one hand is pinning yours to the bed and the other is wrapped around your neck and his lips dancing around with yours, it seems like this was on purpose.

his blonde hair that was once neatly slicked to the side, how it usually is, was now a mess. his hair stuck onto his face, whether it was due to how the hot the room was or how close to you he was, he didn't know and he didn't care. he was all over you, hands running up and down your sides, grasping any and every piece of skin he found. and oh my god, he was entranced with you.

today was the day you finally finished moving into your college dorm, everything was unpacked with the help from your friends, family and nanami, your boyfriend. and to no one's surprise, nanami had already moved in, a week before you did so he had all the free time to help you. and when he found out your dorm was no less than a hallway down from his, he couldn't help but let his thoughts become plagued with you.

"thank you guys. i'll finish the rest of my clothes myself, you can go now. bye bye, thank you." you said as you sent off both your parents and friends. "kento, you too. i don't know when my roommate will be back." nanami hummed softly as if he was in agreement with you but he did nothing to start leaving. "kento, seriously, i don't want to set a bad impression on my roommate by having a guy over already."

"mhm." he hummed once again, not listening to a word you said as he sat down on your bed. "kent-" the words escaped your lips as nanami pulled you in by the waist, hands wrapped around your body as you fell on top of him. you stumbled over nothing but you could've sworn something was there to trip you for you to end up like this. nanami's eyes were stuck on you. his eyes beamed with love but with the hint of mischievousness under the dimmed dorm lighting. his hands and yours were intertwined as nanami tilted his head up for a kiss. you take one glance down at his lips before looking over at the door, your ears perking up for any footsteps approaching. "just one kiss, i swear i'll leave after this." you hear nanami say, although you know damn well he won't.

this is what makes you think, you know for a such a serious academic student, he sure does play around a lot with you. you feel like a teenager again around nanami. you quickly meet his lips which only causes nanami to smile against you. a small hushed laugh comes out of his mouth before he completes the kiss, his hands coming up to push your hair out of your face. the kiss only lasts for a few seconds before you pull away, you aren't going to fall into his trap, well, at least not this time. "okay, that was one kiss, you can leave now." you mention his deal from just a minute ago however, it seems nanami has forgotten this as he hums in confusion while he presses soft kisses on your neck, surely with the best intentions.

"nanami kento, i swear, my roommate-" you want to warn him yet as your voices cracks due to his persistent kisses against your skin, you shut your mouth and just wish really fucking badly that your roommate does not walk through that door anytime soon.

nanami's lips are all over you, his breath tickles down your neck as he leaves small kisses near your shoulder. once again all nanami does is hum at your warning, well it's baseless to him anyway. his teeth tug at small parts of your skin to leave marks of some kind, wanting to mark you as his. as if your phone lockscreen, his initials on a necklace and your very apparent promise ring wasn't enough to show that already. his hands hold your neck, not enough to choke you but to hold you in place. your mouth opens in a squeak, your eyes followed his every movement. you ran your fingers through his ruffled blonde hair, nanami letting out a low groan as you did so.

his university sweatshirt the one that matches yours was becoming too hot for him. maybe it was you, maybe it was him, or maybe the dorm, he didn't know. he didn't get the time to think about it before he crashed his lips onto yours. his hands cradling your neck to get you closer to him as if you weren't close to him enough. "god, i love you so much." he mumbles into your lips finding himself way too entranced with you.

as soon as nanami connects his lips with yours, your heart rate picks up. you swear you could hear it from a mile away. it was beating so loudly but the only thing you could hear was your synced breaths with his. with each inhale, nanami deepened the kiss, his teeth biting your bottom lip, as if pleading for more. nanami needs more and so let him. your roommate was the last thing on your mind as you feel nanami's hand slide under your shirt. his hands are cold but nanami feels like he's on fire.

all you can think about is him, your lips moved together and all you can taste is him. the slight taste of coffee slips right into your mouth, probably from the coffee he had earlier this morning. you can't help but want to devour him more as your lips wrapped around each other. your heart was pounding and your stomach couldn't help but twist in butterflies from the way his cologne filled your senses. a small scent of a fragrant citrus with a hint of an earthy saffron. maybe you smelled hints floral and ocean breeze on him but as you continued to breathe him in, you couldn't help but to get drunk off of him. your head is starting to get dizzy. was it because of the lack of oxygen flowing in you or was it because of nanani, you didnt know but you didn't want to stop.

but then the door handle turned, voices were heard and footsteps coming to a hault. the silence was deafening as you stared at your roommate and back. your body froze in the act, even though you weren't doing anything scandalous (yet), you felt like a deer caught in the bright headlights in the dark. and finally all nanami could do was laugh softly, as your roommate murmed something about being back later. "i guess i get to have more time with you."

"kento, get out."

[weeping-statue]

i need .. i need ... ithaqua smut .... temperature play ... with his wind ... idk if thats fine by you im hust really thirsty for ithaqua smut rn AUGH AUGHA UGAHUG UAGH YGAHHSG

Ithaqua the feral you are..he’s such a cutie <3 as well as all my anons! Love you guys so much!

A Cool Breeze In The Heat Of The Moment!

For AFAB

Warning: smut; a short smut; temp play; Also this slowly turned into a breeding kink; Crappy title;

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Cold air brushes against your hot and overstimulated core. Arousal dripping from your sensitive and used hole. Ithaqua has been doing this all night, claiming this is apart of his mating ritual, what ever that meant.

The breeze tangles through your hair, messing it about. Ithaqua’s mask had been set aside neatly on his handmade nightstand. His golden irises staring down at you with a serious look. Ingraining the image of you spread out, ruined, and nestled beautifully in his furs. Long nimble fingers tracing over the bruises and bites of your collar bone leading down to your stomach.

You didn’t know what you were getting into when he came back today huffing and grunting about something. You assumed it was because he lost a match or one of the survivors said something particularly snarky to him. You also assumed he’d want to lay down and just hold you like he always did. Having your fingers run through his hair to comfort and calm him. But no, he had used his wind to pull you into him. Nimble arms snaking around your body to grip onto your hips, ‘gently’ slamming his own into yours. Grinding into you. Muttering something about “mating” and “mine.” So, you could deduce whatever happened definitely made him.. possessive, and extremely horny. Great!/j

He hadn’t entered you yet, no, not yet. It was too soon. He wanted to bring you to the brink and back over and over again. Scissoring your tired cunt and lapping your essence. But now, after what seemed like hours, it was time. To take you and claim you.

He scooped up your trembling legs, knees pressed to either side of your head as he plunged in. Not being gentle either. His words and actions were possessive and lust ridden. Your body’s slick with sweat and cum, hot and sticky. It didn’t help his freezing wind would blow on your sensitive neck or aching core. It just made you wetter and all the more pliant.

Hips smacked into yours, as he grunted and growled. Wet obscene noises echoed off of you both. All those hours of prepping you definitely took a toll on him, making him needy as he edged himself, so he didn’t last long. Fucking his cum into you as he moaned his words, “Mine.. My mate.. mph~ perfect and so soft.. you’ll be a wonderful mother.. they’ll have your eyes.. I know it.. ahh~”

His thrusts slowed down a bit as he was trying to catch his breath. Taking a few minutes to lower your legs back down and squeeze them gently. A careful hand came to caress your cheek, as he leaned in and whispered, “Ready for another round..?”

He wasn’t asking.

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[marbl3z]

thats actually all I have for a title. Aventurine x afab! reader

Also, I love his voice so fucking much holy shit can I JUST SAY. I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF A SMUT AND THIS SONG CAME ON AND PHONE SEX. ANYWAY

MDNI 18++++ LEAVE THIS NOW. THIS IS ACTUALLY THE SLUTTIEST THING IVE WRITTEN IN YEARS.

CW: petnames, VERY VERY DESCRIPTIVE PHONE SEX, LIKE. REALLY BAD, Mutual masturbation, moaning, voice kink, IMAGINATION, clit/cock terms, sexting/pictures/phone sex, literally as far as you can think.

"hey baby..." his voice was low and deep through the phone.

"hi love, what you doing awake? Isn't it late there?" You lay on your bed, fidgeting with your sheets.

"missed you so much, had you on my brain all day." You can hear a smile through his voice, you smile softly.

"mm, that's sweet. I'm sure those meetings were really boring.." you mumble, listening to his hum in response.

It wasn't often you two were together, he was always busy with IPC meetings and plans. When he was with you it was almost as if he never left.

"what have you been doing?" He asks, his voice going to a low whisper. You think back on the day on anything notable.

"hmm... nothing much, I did some work and cleaned around the place."

"that's good, 'm proud of you." Your cheeks burn from the praise, Everytime he gave you a compliment or praise it always made your heart flutter. "God, I miss you so much. I wish you were here with me."

"me too, maybe one day they'll let me tag along haha." A soft chuckle echos through his line.

"haha, maybe. I'll have to ask though- I'm sure I'll get no extra work done with you around..." aventurine purrs through the phone.

"yeah.. I'll take up all your time."

"..."

"Aventurine?" You check to see if the line disconnected but it seems to be fine. Suddenly you hear a soft groan.

"baby, I wish I could taste you right now..." your eyes widen as you realize what's happening. Your face turns completely red, his moans echo through the phone.

"are you..—"

"ah.. fuuck." He slides his hand over his aching bulge. The silk pajamas restraining him tightly. "Fuck, sorry.. I just— hearing your voice after so long. Drives me insane.."

You slide your hands down your own body, dipping past your waistband and touching yourself. A small gasp escapes your lips as you throb against your hand. "Ha.. Imagine how I feel, every little emphasis— every gasp of air you take. You make me crazy.." you mumble, eyes fluttering close as the pleasure washes over you.

"baby, can you do something for me?"

"mhm.."

"tell me what you're doing.. describe it to me.." he pleads, squeezing his cock and letting out a moan.

"ah.. 'm touching myself— rubbing my clit.. thinking about you touching me." You whimper.

"are you still wearing pajamas?" He whines, you hum. "Take them off, undress for me angel." You comply and slowly begin to undress the cold air of the room hitting your skin and makes a pleasant shiver go down your spine.

You hear a shuffle on the other end as you lay down on the soft bed, a sigh emits from Aventurine's mouth. "Can you tell me what you're thinking about?" You whisper, he groans before letting out a soft chuckle and a soft "mhm".

"thinking about rubbing that soft clit of yours in gentle circles, or maybe eating you out until you're a moaning mess. Stare into your eyes as I slowly push inside." He throws his head back as he strokes his cock slowly— teasing himself.

Your breathing increases, your fingers dip into your dripping cunt. You let out a moan as he whimpers into the phone, his voice shaking "go on baby, touch yourself while you think of me doing so many things to you."

Your body burns, you spread your legs further apart and slowly start pushing a finger inside, it's been so long since he's touched you. Your stomach erupts in butterflies as you think of his hands guiding you to your heat.

"you're so good for me, so perfect, so beautiful." He praises as you moan as you speed up. You put the phone on speaker as you rub your clit along with fingering yourself.

"ah- aventurine, fuck... I wish you were here. Oh... I wish you could touch me."

"oh fuuck." He whimpers as he speeds up, low groans and moans echo his hotel room as he drips precum all over his hand. "Wish I could fuck you so good right now, make soft love to you. Make you orgasm and cum all over me, all over my cock."

You left out a high pitched gasp, your walls tighten around your fingers as your back arches, a moan draws out of your throat.

"your noises are so fucking cute, so needy. Ah- I can only imagine how wet you are... can I have a picture please baby?"

You whimper as you grab your phone and flip the camera to face yourself, taking a picture of your fingers deep in your cunt, arousal dripping out. You send it to him and a few seconds past and you hear a loud groan.

"oh fuck.. look at you," he moans in between his words, his legs go weak as he looks at you touching yourself. "Fuck, baby- fuuck.." he moans, biting his lip and speeding up.

"i- I'm so close.." you whine through the moans, "oh fuck, baby- I'm so close." You moan into the pillow. "Aah.."

"I'm close too," his voice is shaking as he strokes himself in full strokes. "I'm thinking of stretching that pretty pussy out, going so slow for you, make you take all of me. Make you feel so full inside," you bite your lip, whimpering out bables.

"aventurine.." you moan out his name. He lets out a loud groan.

"say my name again, please baby- I'm so close"

"Aventurine..." You speed up even faster, rubbing your clit— the pleasure going to your head as you reach that high you've been craving. "Aventurine, oh– I'm gonna cum"

"cum for me baby, let yourself go, I'm right here." He whines, hips twitching as he reaches his high too, his cock pulses and twitches in his hand as he lets out a wobbly moan.

your back arches and your legs shake as your orgasm crashes against you so hard, you bite your lip to stop yourself from being too loud. You can only think about him, how he feels against your skin, how he would touch you— Him, Aventurine.

"I love you, I love you so much." He whispers, catching his breath.

"mm... I love you too, Aventurine," you hum sleepily, reaching over the nightstand and wiping cum off yourself. Hissing at the sensitivity, he laughs.

"I made such a mess." He sighs. "Thank you— for being so goddamn perfect..."

"thank you for having the sexiest bedroom voice" you tease, your heart swells in adoration as he lets out a breathy laugh.

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UH I DONT WANNA WRITE ANYTHING ELSE SO HERE AHAHA

[scentedashes]

Finally long awaited, A threesome story about Columbina x Read x Arlecchino!!

Sub!Reader Dom!Arlecchino Switch!Bina

NSFW, WLW MEN DNI!

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You we're in a poly relationship with two women named Arlecchino and Columbina. Arlecchino and Columbina was the first ones to start dating until Columbina introduced you to Arlecchino, agreeing to a poly relationship.

You and Columbina just got home from a shopping spree, mostly spending Arlecchino's credit card as she was one of the richest woman in the town.

"Phew, my legs hurt from walking.." You sighed as you plopped down the couch "Mhm.. Hey, where's Arle?" She questioned, "I think shes going to be home any minute now"

As soon as you said that someone opened the front door, "Hey ladies, busy shopping hm?" Arlecchino entered, her hair was a mess. "Mhmm! We bought new shoes and-" As Columbina yapped about the entire shopping spree you guys did.

"And you almost maxed out my credit card huh?" You and Columbina went silent. "Wellll-" As you were about to continue your sentence Arlecchino spoke, "Seems like your the one who spent alot of money hm?" Glaring at you while getting her necktie off, "Maybee" You confessed, "Naughty girl.. I need something in exchange right?" You wondered what she meant.

"I dont care if your legs hurt from the walking you've dome, you spent my money you need to pay it back." With her unbuttoned suit, "What do you mean by ,,exchange,,?.." you wondered, "Oh you'll know.. Bina, get them please." Pointing at the drawer, Columbina was smirking and smiling. Making you wonder whats about to happen, Columbina suddenly pulled out 2 straps and a vibrator.

"Y-you guys had those in that drawer the entire time?!" You we're shocked seeing those. "Good reasons Darling, now undress slowly and lay on the bed for us, hm? You're a good girl after all right." Columbina gave Arlecchino the other strap and the vibrator.

"Pst, Arle, you should go slow with them, its their first time yk?" Columbina suggested while whispering in Arlecchino's ear, "No, they can handle it." While you were fully stripped you were blushing hard. "You need lube.. Come here" Making you know she wants to make you sit on her lap.

"Good girl, now.." She turns on the vibrator and puts it on your sensitive clit, "Ngh..!" You moaned, you didnt notice the vibrator in her hand. She made the vibrator go faster and go in a circular motion, not too long she shoved it in.

"Agh..! Mmnn.." Your body was twitching and it was obvious you we're almost hitting your climax, "See Bina, she can handle it." She puts the vibrator on max, making you hit your climax. "Nngh!" She panted heavily. "I think thats enough lube.. Which are you ganna take Bina?" She questioned her, "I'll take the top part, that'll be fun!!" She gets on top of the bed and goes above your head,

"Such a pretty face.. Let me take a picture of before and after." She giggled as she took a picture of your face, "After what?.." You were confused, "You'll see baby, lets see how ruined your face is going to get after this mess." Arlecchino puts on the strap and puts a finger in signaling you, "Ngh..!" Im putting it in.

"O-ok-" You were cut off by Columbina, You didnt notice her get naked but she sat on your face. Riding it. You began to eat her out and holding her thigh, She moaned.

"Y-you're such a g-good! Girl.." She kept getting cut off from the pleasure, Meanwhile at Arlecchino's side.. She thrusted the Strap deep. "Agh..! Nngh..!" You moaned, her thrusts we're HARSH.

She hit your g-spot making you instantly climax, "Such a wet pussy." She kept thrusting harder and it became faster every thrust, Your eyes we're all teary from how hard and harsh the thrusts we're, but you couldnt breathe well since Columbina was sitting on top of you, you we're eating her out. She kept moaning, and humming, she giggled. "Aww, my babies pretty face got ruined already?~" Teasing you.

She took a picture of your teary face, "Agh!.." You kept moaning and twitching from evey thrust Arlecchino did. Arlecchino held your boobs, she licked and bit the side of your boobs while thrusting leaving a bite mark. "MMmmgh!.." You moaned, "Such a messy wet girl.." She said to you while thrusting even harder, every thrust hit your g-spot, you hit your climax once again.

"That was fast.." Your walls were so tight that she could even feel it from the strap. After 3 hours of this madness You guys finally stopped. "A-ah.." Your body twitches, your eyes teary and watery. Your hair and body was a mess.

"Aww~ My baby us so messy~ Did we take it too far Arle?~" Teasing you, "Probably, but she handled it. So she knows what'll happen the next time dhe Maxes my card. Bina took a picture of your face,

"Look at this messy face of our little girl.. So messed up~" Columbina was dripping from your eating her out. She couldnt even stand without her legs twitching, "She was a very hungry eater~" Glaring at you, your body was filled with bite marks and hickeys. "Such a strong girl.. Handling a 9 inch strap am i right Bina?" Taking the strap off, "Could we continue?~ I have the greatest idea!~" As she whispers something to Arlecchino, she nodded and picked you up, she puts on the strap once again and Columbina putted a strap on too.

Your legs we're already week. Knowing you won't be able to even walk for days. "Be a good girl and handle us ok?~" Columbina teased your clit, She inserts the strap into your ass and Arlecchino inserted the strap in your pussy.

"A-ah! T-too much..!" They we're already thrusting hard and fast. Leaving a bulge on your stomach from Arlechino's strap, double penetration was too much for you, you instantly hit your climax the minute you guys started, "I'll count how many climaxes you hit ~" Columbina said, continuing her hard thrusts. Arlecchino bit your shoulder leaving a mark, while columbina left a hickey on your neck, you hit your climax once again.

"2.." She counted as she promised. After another 3 hours of those two pounding your ass and pussy away, you couldnt feel a thing. You couldn't even stand,

"And 32!" You were shocked on how many climax you hit. "I think that's enough for today, right Arle?" Arlecchino nodded as she layed you down onto the bed. She chuckled, "You were such a good girl today. 6 Hours of pounding, Impressive." She smirked, "Pst, good thing i got a wheelchair!" As Columbina pulled out a wheelchair, thats why You wondered why she bought that earlier at the mall.

"I cant even feel my legs." You had no energy left leaving you to sleep. "Such a messy body and face, we did such a good job today Arle~" Columbina clapped, "Mhm.." Arlecchino giggled while agreeing.

THE END!!!!!

Thank you for reading, this was kinda rushed 😞 and lazyness got me, its not that good so im sorry 😿

Some part were told to be added by a req!!<3

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The "playful" flirting that they mean with every bit of their heart.

Everyone claims they have a photic soulmate. Someone who they met in their lives at the exact moment they were suppose to and immediately clicked. Everyone in life was suppose to have a Monica to their Rachel, or a Cristina to their Meredith. That is was Jack Hughes was to you, except for one small problem you were in love with him and he saw you as a best friend only.

You've only known Jack for two years now, actually meeting through his brother Luke. Luke was a 'friend of a friend' when you went to Michigan State. As soon as Luke met you he swore you were like the girl version of his older brother Jack. Someone who was quick-witted, charming when they wanted to be, could be the center of attention naturally, and when it came to a filter on their mouth almost nonexistent. But you were also someone who had secrets, who acted out of feelings of low self-esteem almost unconsciously and did what they thought they needed to do to survive. Turns out Jack was like that too, only it was a big enough secret that he would never dare let his little brother know, because he was older so he had to be stronger in his mind.

Meeting Jack two years ago when you were about to graduate Mich and move to Manhattan to start your life, and meeting Jack it just clicked. Luke was right, you were two peas in a pod, except only one of you was in love with the other. Due to your quick-witted mind and zero filter, you ended up accidentally flirting with Jack a lot, and he would flirt back, as the natural flirt that he is. But each time it was like a crane was being released again to smash into your heart. It happened everyday, it's even to the point where Jack thinks shameless flirting is just how you communicate now with each other. But today him flirting with you pushed you to the edge, and you had to excuse yourself to the bathroom to collect yourself.

Today you and Jack were eating lunch today in his apartment. Luke was in their living room watching something on T.V. Sitting down at the table, eating some pizza that you had just ordered from down the street.

Eating quickly because you hadn't eaten yet that day, you didn't realize that some sauce was on the side of you lips and your chin. Just focused on your plate and eating to help your growling stomach from your hungry. Finally looking up Jack saw the sauce immidately and smirked. "Hun" he always called you that before he said something flirtatious. "you made a little mess and got something on you." taking his finger and going to lightly touch your lips and catch the sauce before it dipped down your shirt.

"thats what he said" you spoke quietly trying to control your breathing and slow down your fast heartrate at how close Jack was to you, entering your personal space.

Immidately his smirk breaks out into a full grown smile as his mouth twitches as he says "yeah i would after your mouth would be full" Dipping his head down to your ear he whispered "with my cum."

It's like your body just reacts, you feel your stomach drop the familiar flutter of butterflies in your stomach, feeling yourself pull your thighs together. "baby if i sucked you off, i wouldn't risk any of wasting any of your cum I'm a swallow not a spitter."

"yeah wanna test that theory" he speaks in a low voice and you swear that your already feeling a pool form the wetness forming in your leggings, cursing at yourself for not wearing underwear this morning because you didn't want underwear lines.

"name a time and place Jacky" forming a small smile on your lips.

Jack laughs almost crying tears of laughter, as he backs out of your personal space finally. Gripping his stomach from laughing so hard as he plops himself in his chair. Once he calms down he turns back to his pizza.

Suddenly your stomach hurting but not from butterflies like a few moments before but rather anxiety because you let yourself believe that Jack was flirting with you because he actually wanted you. Quietly you excuse yourself to the bathroom, closing the door behind you. All you could think of as you watched your tears drop as you starred at your reflection in the mirror was 'how much longer can I live through this pain, of being in love with Jack Rowden Hughes when all he wants is to flirt and laugh at me'. After what felt like an eternity you felt yourself calm down enough to clean your face and put on a fake smile as you went back out to finish your lunch. Because even though you were in pain, you feared that a life without Jack Hughes would hurt more than a life with him where he flirted with you, taking a sledgehammer to your heart with each word.

[hwathinker]

"you like that, eh? aw, don't cry. shut your fucking mouth and take this cock like a good girl you are."

oh that?? well.. here's the thing. at the start of your relationship with seonghwa years ago, he has always remind you that if you feel uncomfortable whenever you have sex, you should always tell him about it. you've always keep that in mind until you finally grew comfy with him. and now.. what did you do? you fucked up, messed with him by teasing him with;

"hmm.. i think im still not comfy with the size." "im okay, i can take your cock" "wait no! i think it doesn't fit." "no, i think it does." "ahh shit! it doesn't!"

he started to lose temper, his dick pressing hard against his sweats as if he's not impatient to fill you up. as for you.. you like to tease seonghwa like he's some kind of joke. wearing such a short shorts that your fucking panties goes visible, and that your nipples literally poked out of your hello kitty crop top, also exposing half of your body. so.. thats how you ended up bending over on the bed, face buried into the pillows with the both of your hands being held by him from the back. and his cock.. don't even say it again. he plays your folds with his tip like a fucking tease.

"a-ah.. hwa.. please? let me have some of that dick inside.." you begged, voiced almost muffled by the fabrics. seonghwa chuckled, pressing the head hard to your entrance till it went it a little. only the tip. "oh you gotta be nice for that one. i only gave in earlier because you begged like a good fucking girl. but why do you have to scold how my pace is slow or not? shit makes me insane you know.. these pretty pussy are not good enough to be filled. i need the owner to beg more." seonghwa spanks your already red with hand prints ass, exciting him more by the sound you made. "c'mon princess. don't you have something to say to me?" he once again took the head back out, thrusting in between your wet ass. "mmh.. please just.. please hwa.. need your pretty cock inside me, fill your princess up please..? i swear i'll be good.." you cried, pushing your body against him to feel his dick once more.

seonghwa clicked his tongue, letting go of your hands and helping you roll to your back and facing him. you sighed in tiredness of the position for at least.. an hour? seonghwa aligned his cock at your entrance, holding your hip while the other is sliding his dick in. you arched your back to the feeling. "gosh... your dick 's so fucking good.." you moaned. seonghwa fell on your shoulder, head buried deep into it as he thrusts his hips to yours. he bit your neck, making a small love bruise on it. "oh fuck, you're god damn pretty being filled in like this.. fucking moan like a slut more and i'll cum inside you. you're mine baby." he breathed heavily, mixing them with his moans as your pussy and his cock making filthy sounds that fills in the room.

you moaned, loudly and sweetly in his ear. you knew what you were doing, and of course its on purpose. so he'd fill you up like you wanted him to. "fucking hell, im fucking close baby, please don't stop." he moaned. his hands dug deep into your skin, pace going fast as he's close to cumming. "aah.. so good. good girl hm?" his hips started to grow more slow, your breathes slowing down after coming on each other. seonghwa thrusts in a few more times to ride his high, then pulling it out ad he watches your dripping wet cunt. "god.. your pussy is so fucking pretty like this." he licked his lips, fingers weren't wasting a second to caress your wet folds. he pushed the remain liquids into you with his fingers, basically overstimulating you. "mmh,, can't take it anymore.. sensitive." you said, legs shaking from hours of teasing and a hot sex you just got.

"come on baby, let me take you to the bathroom. a good girl deserves it."

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SECRET OF US - III

that's so true

made it out alive, but i think i lost it

said that i was fine, said it from the coffin

remember how i died when you started walking?

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summary: playing pretend with coriolanus snow had it's perks...it also had consequences.

pairings: modern!coriolanus snow x reader

warnings: mature content, swearing, drinking, violence, blood

He pants in your ear, bodies slick with sweat as his mouth trails your moist neck, teeth gently grazing skin as his hands wrap around your naked body. It feels so good that a soft whine leaves your mouth his smile felt against your jaw. His hands, his mouth, you wanted him everywhere, you craved all the heat shooting through your veins.

His low laugh vibrates against scorched skin, "You purr for me so good." He picks his head up blue eyes burning into yours, "Kitten."

You scream shooting upward in bed drenched in sweat and soaked between your legs. Your room is coated in a lavender glow as the sun rises through your window, and your bed is inexplicably empty no warm body to be found beside yours. You run your hand over smooth, cool sheets before quickly shaking your head. This was horrible, sex dreams about Coriolanus Snow? Horrible. Sure, you had both decided to be more cordial towards each other, but that didn't mean he needs to sneak his way into your dreams now.

You throw the blankets off of you and plan to take a cold shower to prepare for the day.

You treat yourself to a nice coffee before heading to class to ward away the bad vibes you had received from that horrendous nightmare. You didn't look forward to facing him after dreaming about his face buried into your chest. Okay it didn't feel horrible even though it was horrible. What did psychologist say? Your brain can't make up new faces in dreams so it uses ones you've seen before, so thats what happened. Your brain just reused a face, a pretty face...a pretty annoying face.

"There's my star." Mr. Flickerman says once you walk down towards the stage.

Coriolanus is lounging off of the edge, long legs dangling, hands stretched behind him, a small sliver of skin exposed where his shirt rides up. You began to miss those gaudy crimson Academy uniforms as you know you are staring. Screw that dream and screw him.

"Sleep well?"

Your bag slams down a little too loudly on the chair. "What?" You sip your coffee to hide the ridiculous look on your face, there was no way he could know right? Right. He was smart but no one was that smart.

"You got a different coffee than you usually do."

You glanced down, and he was correct given you had opted for a drink with espresso instead of a normal cold brew. "I uh..."

He slides off the stage, "Cat got your tongue kitten?"

Your face burns with the blush suddenly remembering how husky his voice had sounded in your dreams as he spoke the same nickname. "Trying something new." You sneer forcing yourself to turn around to set the coffee down to avoid continuing to look at him. But something strikes you and you reel on him, "How do you know-!"

"Alright guys." Flickerman claps his hands walking across the stage. "Important scene today - our lovers will share their first kiss! I want emotion! Passion! Sexual tension!"

Fucking hell.

You read through your lines slowly, messing up on purpose to make the class drag on longer than it should to simply avoid him coming close to you. Mr. Flickerman is growing frustrated by you, increasingly losing patience as he glances at the large clock on the back wall.

"Okay, okay let's just skip to the couch scene." He waves his hand as the props begin to change slightly to set the mood.

You eye the couch being pushed to the center of the stage and know your palms are sweating. You can feel your heart throbbing in your throat as you take your seat on it. This was silly, it was just a kiss. You should be grossed out not scared, but you watch his knees turn towards you. You watch his mouth move as he recites his line and you curse your stupid brain for that dream, nerves buzzing too much, you choose to blame the four shots of espresso you had chugged down...no other reason.

He moves closer, his hand going to your waist your breath hitching as if remembering how he felt in your dream. His other hand comes up to your face, and everything in you wants to melt into it. He's never held you before, and you know if it wasn't for show he wouldn't hold you so tenderly, but your heart flutters at the softness in his blue eyes. He's never looked at you like that, only ever with hatred and anger, but maybe not so much lately.

He tilts your face up and you close your eyes feeling the heat of his breath on your face.

He was gunna kiss you. Coriolanus Snow, your sworn enemy turned acquaintance, was going to kiss you and the thought doesn't repulse you so much anymore. You nearly feel the brush of his lips as yours part.

"Stop!" Flickerman shouts and your eyes fly open staring up into his face reality crashing into you. You're flickering back and forth trying to figure out what he could possibly be thinking as he continues to hold you, as you scramble for composure. "I don't like this..." He's rambling about how he wants to change it, rewrite the scene, but all you can focus on is his hands splayed across your body and his nose pressed to yours. "Well that's why we have rehearsal eh? We'll do this another time then..."

Coriolanus sighs, but its not one of relief, and soon enough his hands are slowly sliding off of you and he's pulling away.

"Was it me?" You ask quietly.

"No!" He shakes his head. "You were perfect, you two really conveyed the longing in your eyes. I'm just wondering if it's the scenery or positioning or something else."

You pack your things up as everyone else leaves around you. You feel strange, different and you're not sure if its nerves or something else as you walk up the aisle to leave. "If they could see us now?" He's leaning against the door frame as you approach it. "Who would have thought we'd be making out?"

"We didn't make out." You roll your eyes to steal back normalcy between the two of you.

He chuckles, "Careful kitten, you almost sound disappointed."

"Don't mistake my disgust for disappointment." You shove his arm as you walk past him. "I need to go rinse my mouth."

He catches up, pressing in close to whisper against your head, "How would I taste?"

"Gross." It doesn't have as much vigor as it should.

He pauses and you turn to look at him. "Come out with me this weekend." You raise your eyebrow at him, "There's a party." He steps towards you, "It's a costume party." You had forgotten about the holiday coming up.

"Are you asking me out Snow?"

He scoffs at you, "No I just figured it would be better than doing whatever boring plans you had."

The two of you continue walking out of the building the city traffic breaking the quiet. "My plans this weekend were very riveting."

"Wine and reading a smutty book don't count."

"Maybe I had a hot date."

He smirks down at you, "You do kitten," His arms slings around you and you are weary of how nice it feels. "With me."

The weekend comes too quickly. You barely had time to get a costume but thankfully Arachne has extra lying around that she dumps on your bed. "Why are you going exactly?" She ask as you sift through all the colorful and tight fabrics.

You shrug the corners of your lips tugged upward, "Curiosity."

"Oh gods don't tell me you're falling for the boy."

"No!" You reel on her. "No of course not." You pick up the green corset bodysuit outfit. "I think the play has made us hit pause on our ever growing competitive natures."

You hold up the outfit to your body. "Have you kissed him yet?"

Your lip curls in disgust, but it seems fake. "No."

"You're going to have to soon for that silly play and what then?" You begin to change, pulling the tight outfit on. "What if your hatred morphs into something else entirely?" You don't answer only smooth down the outfit as you look in the mirror. You don't want to think about it, or imagine what his lips would feel like, taste like. "Cute." She stands up holding the red wig, "Well if he didn't want to kiss you yet, he will now." You glare at her in the mirror. "What? Maybe his hatred is just pent up sexual tension."

You tug the wig on letting her help you set it in place correctly. "That isn't true."

She holds your shoulders setting her chin on one as you both admire the reflection. "Listen, when two very attractive people have such high tension between each other it will lead to something; murder or sex." She shrugs, "Hate fucking is always the best."

"You're so gross." You shove her off laughing, but you chew on your lip as you play with the straps on the green heels.

"Oh my gosh." Your eyes snap to her as she watches you. "You had a sex dream didn't you?"

"Psh no!" It's not convincing enough as the flush spreads across your cheeks.

Arachne laughs, "There's no going back from a sex dream. You're fucked figuratively and literally." She motions for you to come back to the vanity. "Sit, let's do your makeup and tell me all about this wet dream."

It is nice to get it off your chest in every gory detail as you both drink while she does your makeup, doing the wings on your eyelids like green leaves setting it all with a pretty green shimmer. She takes too long, but you don't mind as music plays in the background and the wine disappears. You forget you're even going out as she paints you lips a dark rouge puckering up for you, "So kissable." She mocks the same time your phone vibrates.

"I'm heading up since you never texted me you were ready."

You hate the butterflies in your stomach blaming the alcohol. She finishes it with a gentle coat of blush across your nose and stands back to admire her own work. "I'm so good." She boast as the knock breaks through the noise. "I'll get it."

You continue to chew on your cheek to avoid messing up her lipstick as you reach down to slip on the green heels. Then you're standing up realizing you look like a completely different person, and wonder if he'll think the same, if maybe for truly one night you could be someone different. Shaking your head you slide the vine covered sheer green gloves on, the pair to the stockings you wore, as Arachne voice echoes down the hall, "Come in for a drink Coriolanus."

You see him before he sees you glancing up and down his tall frame, at the flannel under suspenders, at the fake gun slung behind his back, the cowboy hat. "And who are you supposed to be?" You try to ask nonchalantly pouring out another glass of wine to avoid meeting his gaze.

"William H. Bonney." He says it in a southern accent nodding his hat to you. You stare at him confused "Billy the Kid." He says matter of factly in his normal voice.

"Save a horse, ride a cowboy." Arachne says under her breath making you chuckle. You look up at him, his dark gaze seeming to eat every inch of your body up.

He trains his eyes on your face, "And you are?"

"Poison Ivy, dumbass." You take a large drink. "I didn't have a costume so she let me borrow one."

He glances at Arachne, "You always were poison with perfect teeth."

She doesn't take it as an insult. "Thank you." She glances at you, "I must be off."

"You should come with us." You trace your finger along the rim of your glass suddenly too nervous to be alone with him.

Instead she hugs your side. "No that's alright, as enjoyable as it is three sometimes is a crowd." She looks over at Coriolanus pointing an accusatory finger at him. "Don't ruin my makeup."

"How would I do that?"

Arachne grabs her purse the mischievous glint in her eyes, "You know how." She blows you a kiss and leaves, plunging your apartment into silence.

He clears his throat as you drain your glass, "You do look...nice."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment."

"Shut up." He rolls his eyes at you playfully and walks towards the door. "Come on now we're already running late."

You stare at him, "Late? It's a party." He only pulls the door open and stares back at you expectingly. "Let me just grab a roadie." You dig into your fridge for a seltzer and walk out with him.

"A roadie..." He shakes his head at you as the outside wind takes you with it, "Don't have too much I don't-!" He cuts off hand shooting out to snake around your waist as you slide too close to the curb.

"It's this dumb wig." You push the hair out of your face. You clear your throat wiggling the can towards him to avoid his hand still warm along your hip. "Want a sip?" He only takes it because it's a challenge, a dare if he would, and he does, chugging half of the can. "Rude." You take it back sipping daintily on it feeling colder with his hand removed. "How do you know these people?"

He smirks, "Don't worry about it."

You grip his arm, "Are you in a frat Snow?"

"If I say yes will you stop pestering me?" He shoos you away

"No because I know its a lie." Your heels click on concrete various costumed people parading around the city. "Also, why did you invite me if you didn't want to be pestered?"

He only looks straight ahead as he says again, "Don't worry about it."

The rest of the walk is filled with silence as you finish your drink following him wherever this place was. He ends up at a large apartment complex, showing the security guard his phone, and then ushering you towards a set of elevators. It was nice and apparently by invitation only if he needed to prove where he was going within the nice building. You don't even ask him, you don't want to know, want to listen to him gloat about how he knew special people. The elevator doors open loud house music blaring down the fake fog coated hallway. Theres fake blood splatter down the wall, black lights shining down from above you making his shirt glow beside you as various strobe lights go off.

It was intense.

There had to be hundreds of people here moving in and out of this one singular door frame leading to the expanse of a pent house. He grabs your wrist breaking your trance and pulling you close, "Do you want a drink?"

"I thought I've had enough?" The music is so loud your screaming it into his face.

He has a smug expression as he stares down at you, "Didn't want you falling into traffic kitten."

Your hand is on his chest as you blink up at him, "Then get me something I'll like."

He's off before you can even regret the shameless flirting. You rub your hands on your legs staring around the room at everyone, some dancing, some talking. You don't recognize anyone but then again it wasn't fairly easy to see in here. "Nice costume!" Someone shouts a green glow-stick necklace throw at you.

You let your body relax, you had been to a million of events and clubs like these with your friends, just because you were here with him didn't mean you couldn't have fun. "Here." He comes back a blue glow stick around his neck.

You take your drink. "Vodka soda." You say after taking the harsh first sip. "I would be impressed if I didn't think you were so creepy for knowing my second favorite drink."

"They weren't serving wine."

You turn your face to the body of people dancing to avoid looking at him. You had always forgotten how observant he was, you never thought he'd care enough to observe these small details of yours; friends close, enemies closer he had told you. "I'm going to dance." You look over your shoulder at him, "Want to come?" He follows you as the bass throbs around you, neon lights flying around the room as you weave your way through the crowd finding a place somewhere in the middle of it all.

Then, you're letting the music take you. You close your eyes swaying with the heavy thump of it pounding through the speakers lost in a sea of monsters. It feels freeing to not be so tightly held by the constraints of everyday mundane life so you sip on the tiny black straw and you dance. You open your eyes seeing him watching you sipping on his own tan colored drink.

'What?' You mouth because it is far too loud to hear each other. He shakes his head the small smile on his lips. 'Too cool to dance?' He only nods as you take his hand and tug at him trying to make him dance with you. You shimmy in close to him, chest brushing against his as colors flash above him, 'Live a little Snow.'

His hand slips from yours and you think he's going to step away entirely, but it lands on your cheek, a thumb tracing the vine wing along the edge of your eyelid. The room spins around you, blurring out at the edges as he caresses your face. "You look different." You're not sure why you can hear him, why the music seemed so distant now as his face is directly above yours covered in blues, purples, greens and reds. His hand shifts finger tracing your bottom lip, "Poisonous." You need to retort, you have to, but all you can do is stare up at him, feel the knock of his leg against yours. He's making some joke about your costume, he is trying to play pretend or rile you up. Your head just feels empty, it was one thing to be this close during practice of a play, this was another...He runs the red wig strands through two fingers, "I don't like it."

"Good." You shove away from him, the music flowing back through your ears and body. It breaks the trance. He laughs along with as you continue to drink, continue to dance around him.

He takes your empty cup your hands flying upward swaying and jumping whenever you wanted to not even asking where he was going, figuring it was to get you a refill. You keep dancing, spinning around the floor, colors melding behind your eyelids. You lose yourself, you lose time, it could have been minutes or hours you would never know. You wait for his hands on your waist, you wait for his chest against your back, you wait for him not even thinking to hard on why you were.

But he never comes back.

You stop moving looking around for him, but it's so hard to tell with so many people clouding your vision. You push closer to the edge the music still pulsing in your ear drums, but you do hear your name. Lysistrata is bobbing through the crowd towards you, hands wrapping around your body. "It's so good to see you!" You hug her back tightly glad to see a familiar face. "Let's get a drink." She tugs you away like a lifeboat in dangerous waters.

"How are you?" You ask once you have another strong drink in your hand still occasionally looking for Coriolanus.

"I'm good! Almost done with undergrad and then I'll be off to medical school." She smiled sipping on a rather bright pink drink. "How about you?"

You toyed with your straw, "I'm alright nothing going on as exciting as you." You gave her a fake smile, one you're happy she doesn't pick up on. You let her ramble on more about herself, about her degree and all the things she was getting to do and going to do. It was impressive and passionate and everything you weren't. You finish your drink and order another one before finally asking, "How did you end up here anyways?"

"A couple of my friends knew the people hosting." She moves to stand next to you pointing off to the distant wall. "I came here with Livia, you remember Livia right?" Your eyes narrow in on him standing in front of her, hand outstretched against the wall behind her, clearly flirting. "Oh my gosh is that-it's Coriolanus. Don't you two..."

You don't even hear what she says, don't hear her telling you, reminding you that you hated Coriolanus Snow. You didn't need to hear it, he made you remember why. He used you no doubt to somehow make Livia jealous. He had used you and left you out there to fend for yourself drunk and alone while he tried to get with some girl from high school. You hate him and you hate the fact your heart sinks even more. "I need a shot."

"You haven't even finished your drink."

You glance down at your drink and then back at her face, "It'll be my chaser." You turn back towards the bar ordered two shots and throwing back both of them letting them burn away any hurt feelings you may have felt. They needed to die in a blazing fire of vodka. Lysistrata excuses herself at some point uncomfortable at your blatant self destruction as you down the third shot. Why did you even care? This was stupid, he was stupid, you were stupid for letting him in even the tiniest bit. You groan putting your head in your hands, was this because of that silly dream? You go to put your hand up to order another shot when a large one wraps around your wrist.

"That's enough."

You reel on him. "Don't tell me what to do." You rip your hand away from him. "And don't touch me."

"Ouch kitten," He smirks down at you. "Put the claws away."

"Don't." You point up at him turning slightly to grab your actual drink.

He tugs it gently out of your hands, "Ah ah ah Lyssie said you were on a mission over here."

"Yeah well she needs to mind her own business." You sneer not really meaning it, the girl was sweet you were just in a bad mood. "And so do you." You motion to behind him out into the oblivion of flashing lights. "Go back to Livia."

He only chuckled walking towards you, backing you against the bar, hands on either side of you. "Jealousy doesn't suit you kitten."

You snort looking away. "I am not jealous."

"You're a bad liar."

Your head snaps back. "Well at least I'm not a selfish bastard who enjoys manipulating people."

His smirk slides off his lips, hands falling back to his side like the insult took root finally. "I'm..."

You shove him away, not caring for the excuse, and make a beeline for the door hearing him shout after you. He's toying with you, distracting you for some personal gain of his own. He was flirting with Livia, and only played nice with you to make you forget his deceit. But Coriolanus Snow will always be the selfish manipulative cocky bastard.

You stumble out of the building hugging yourself tightly as cool October air passes around you. You start walking in the direction you think you came from not entirely sure it's the right way. You should call for an Uber but as you dig for your phone you remember you gave it to him since he had pockets.

So, you keep walking.

It gets quieter, darker and you start to realize you aren't sure where you are, the cool air reminding you how much you had to drink. You stop, turning around seeing someone following behind you. You start walking again, faster the world seeming to spin on its axis causing you to stumble sideways.

"Hey wait up!" He calls to you, whistling and cat calling. Then suddenly he's running, and so are you, but you're in heels and too drunk and this stupid wig keeps getting in your eyes.

A hand covers your mouth as he drags you sideways into an alley shoving you back into the hard bricks. "Come here." You start crying as his hands roam over your body trying to kick and claw at him, vines and leaves ripping from broken seams. "Shouldn't dress like a slut if you don't want attention." He backhands you, your lip splitting with the force as hands go to your top intending to rip it off of your body, but soon you're flying sideways until you hit asphalt.

Your head bounces off the ground and you groan trying to look up through strands of red hair seeing the man lying on the ground being punched repeatedly. You're seeing double and you don't know if its the alcohol or a concussion. You hear the sickening crunch of bone and blood as he beats the man into the concrete. You try to tell him to stop, but your throat is too dry and numb, so your clawing up the brick wall to stagger to your feet. You stumble over to him wrapping your arm around his bicep before he can hammer it down into the creep's face. You slam forward into his back as he does it anyway blood and spit splattering across your skin. "Stop," You croak out. "Stop it Snow!"

He reels on you, fury in his gaze, lost to the rage of it all. You feel fear creep back up, but it washes away as his face comes into blurry view. "Are you alright?" His blue eyes search yours, they flicker around taking in the blood suddenly cradling your tearstained face. "Are you okay?"

"Did you kill him?"

Something dark cross his face, "I should have." He blinks it away. "Let me take you home."

"No." You try to tug yourself back but he has a hold on you, probably for your own safety. "Get off of me!" You push him away storming back off down the sidewalk as if he didn't save you from something horrific.

He yells you name running after you, "I get that you're upset but please just let me make sure you get home safe."

You hug yourself tighter stumbling as you walked knowing he was right, "You're a jerk Snow."

"I know." He sighs keeping his distance but remaining near. "But you shouldn't have run off like that, you're lucky I followed you."

You stop. "Lucky? I wouldn't be in this mess if it wasn't for you." You poke his chest, "You made me come out." Poke. "You left me alone for some chick." Poke. "You made me storm off."

"I didn't make you storm off." He rolled his eyes, he was right again of course but you were too stubborn to admit that.

"Yes you did." You went to poke him again but he grabbed your wrist.

"No I didn't." He emphasized yanking you close. "Stop being stubborn."

You blinked up at him swaying on your feet and suddenly his hand was slipping around your waist to steady you the simply touch sending a jolt through your body, "Don't do that." You hated drunk you for making the sentence so breathy.

His eyes darkened, eyebrows furrowing in confusion that didn't seem sincere. "Do what?"

"Touch me." You swallowed and to make matters worse you knee buckled forward moving you even closer to him until his chest touched yours.

"I'm making sure you don't fall over." But his fingers splayed out across your body and you had a feeling it was intentional.

"Fine."

You let him keep a tight grip on you, never even thinking about shaking off the hand around your waist as he walks you home, too afraid someone else would snatch you away, too afraid to lose his warmth. You don't even let yourself think how you found safety in Coriolanus Snow, not as he opens the door to his apartment and locks it behind himself. "Come here." He drags you to the kitchen setting you on the cool counter, grabbing a nice decretive towel and wetting it in the sink water.

"I'm still mad at you." You say, voice slurring slightly, as he tilts your face up to dab at the bloody split lip. You try to look past him, take in his home, but its dark and your eyes can't seem to focus.

He huffs a laugh, "You're always mad at me." You wince and all playfulness leaves his eyes, "I shouldn't have left alone." That's the only form of an apology you'll get as he continues to clean your face.

You wanted to blame him more, fight more, that it was his fault you had left so angry, but that couldn't be true. Because if that was true that meant you had been jealous and you couldn't be jealous. "You used me didn't you." It comes out so feeble, so weak you hate it as he holds your face.

He doesn't answer. He does step back slightly, large hands panning down your thigh as he takes in the abrasion on your knee from when you hit the ground. He cleans that off too as your fingers curl around his counter's edge ignoring the heat working through your skin as his fingers splayed along your bare inner leg. You can't prevent the shaky exhale from coming out feeling the flush in your cheeks as his eyes flicker up to study your face. You stare back at him, suddenly chewing on your bottom lip the words a single breath away; touch me. You wonder if he could tell, wonder if he too was blaming your intoxication level, wonder why his eyes were too dark to see the blue in them.

He set down the towel and goes digging through cabinets before pulling out a glass to fill with water, "For all those shots." He forces you to take it into your hands. You take a large gulp of it because he's right and you'll hate it in the morning. You need to hate him again in the morning too, but you're not sure you can stick to that plan. You set it against your lap as he watches you, then slowly his hands come up and he's tugging the wig off your head freeing your hair. "There." He brushes the strands off of your face too delicately. "Better."

You catch his hand, cradling it in your own, running a thumb over broken skin. "We should have called him help."

"He'll be fine." He doesn't take back his hand, he lets it sit between your palms like a bruised apple. "Don't know why you care, he would have..."

You eyes snap up to his, he's too close, nearly bracketing himself in between your knees. "I don't want that to be on your conscious." You pick up the still damp towel to wipe off the bloody cracks along his knuckles where each punch hit its mark.

"Too late for that." He muttered his thumb twitching along your finger sending a shock up your bone. You drop the towel to the side, you drop his hand. He makes you finish the whole glass of water then ushers you off to bed, his bed. You don't focus on it, not as he gives you his clothes to sleep in you don't even bother to take off the silly makeup as he refills your water.

He closes the door behind him as you change, pulling his t-shirt over your head. You can't help it, can't stop your bare feet from going over to his desk eyes glazing over the contents. It was normal stuff, books and pens and a planner, his closed laptop, your eyes stop at the sight of the picture frame. You go to pick it up, to take in every grieving detail of those two youthful faces but you hear his footsteps down the hall.

You rush to the bed burying yourself under his blankets as he comes into the bedroom to set the glass on his night stand. "I should probably make sure you don't die in your sleep." He motions to your head, "You hit your head pretty hard."

You can barely form the words that that may have been his fault as well as he takes a seat at the end of his bed watching you sit up slightly. You feel engulfed in him, his scent, his heat, he surrounded you. "Where did you learn to fight like that?"

"Military camp." You furrow your brows. He went to school with you your whole life you would have known that about him. "It was only for three months after...after..." He clears his throat unable to finish.

"I know." You whisper mind going back to the picture on his desk.

After Sejanus had died. You remembered the funeral, remembered how he wasn't there, and you figured something horrible had happened to him too, but then you saw him at University that fall like nothing had changed. You want to keep asking, keep pushing for the question that always swarmed your head about it all, but now wasn't the time and maybe there would never be one. "Do you still talk to anyone else from school?" You smirk even though its fake, "Besides Livia."

He relaxes as he rambles on about how he runs into Felix and Festus often, and other old friends the two of you shared during school. You talk well into the night until you start to fall asleep to his voice. You don't realize it's happening until the light turns off and the covers are pulled up around your neck, "I'll hate you tomorrow." You mumble out at him, at no one maybe.

"No you won't." The back of a finger runs down your cheek sending you off into a dreamless sleep.

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