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look at yourself, pretty... bottom male reader
!!.. amab reader, reader wears makeup, reader has a high ego, his bestfriend knocks that ego down lol, mirror sex, top likes to tease...
you stared at yourself in front of the mirror for the hundredth time today, admiring yourself and your choice of outfit for the day.
you twirled around a little checking how your shirt perfectly accentuated your waist and just how nicely your pants hugged your ass.
" i just picked the perfect outfit for today! " you yelled out while still checking yourself out in the mirror while your best friend eyed you.
" you done yet? " he asked, his voice unamused as he's already used to your behavior. you hummed while grabbing your things, already out of the room while yelling at him to hurry up.
he rolled his eyes, " i really don't get your obsession with mirrors.. " he murmured while catching up to you.
the both of you arrived at the cafe and finally managed to get a spot to sit at.
" i can't believe how crowded this place actually is.. the food better be good! " your best friend nodded while looking through the menu, already confused at some of the menu names.
while waiting for him to finish with the menu, you use the mini mirror you always bring with you to fix your hair and look at yourself.
after getting your fill and taking lots of insta worthy photos, you dragged him towards a nearby clothing store, already excited to try on new clothes.
you unlocked the door and showed yourself off to him, " so, how about this one? " you asked while twirling around to show it to him.
he looked you up and down before lazily replying. " yeah sure it looks great. can you hurry up? im getting bored. "
you tsked and closed the door again, opting to judge your outfit yourself. " ugh, you've been saying that for the past three outfits! honestly, why do i even bother asking you! " he rolled his eyes at you, even if you couldn't see it.
" though this other top might look cuter with these jeans... "
" hurry up and stop being so picky! "
after that whole fashion fiesta, you ended up buying all of it anyway, you started dragging him back and forth from place to place.
a satisfied hum escaped your lips as you suck on the spoon that contained gumball-flavored ice cream. you feel refreshed as the cold treat goes down your throat.
" ah.. this place is the best, isn't it? " you said while scooping up another spoon, already missing the taste of the sweet treat.
he hummed while licking up his strawberry ice cream, some of it already dripping down his fingers.
he watched as you set the ice cream down and pulled out your phone camera to look at yourself. " why do you keep looking at yourself on every reflective surface around you? no offense or anything.. " he suddenly asked.
you shut your phone and pick your ice cream up again while shrugging him off. " sometimes when you're just that pretty— "
a groan interrupted you, your best friend obviously annoyed at your response. you laughed at him, satisfied at annoying him again.
" i swear yn, i'm going to knock down that ego of yours. "
" i'd like to see you try. "
you shut your eyes as you tilt your head to the side. " oh no no no, don't you dare look away. " he says while forcing your head to the giant mirror in front of you. " open your fucking eyes, yn. "
you whine while forcing your eyes open to look at him, refusing to look at yourself getting dicked down in the mirror.
" come on, look at yourself pretty. don't you just love doing that? " you look down and shake your head, denying him even if he's actually right.
" i said look at yourself. it's really not that hard of a request right? " he whispered in your ear all while spreading your legs wider for you to see in the mirror.
you finally look at yourself and your dazed expression in the mirror. you glance down to look at how his dick is entering your hole, drool seeping out of your mouth.
he then slides his way onto your cock, rubbing and playing with the tip to tease you.
he laughs in your ear and lets go of your red cock, hoisting your legs up making his cock reach deeper in you and hitting that one spot.
your own best friend had you seated on him with his cock deep inside you. his two hands holding both of your legs up by grabbing under your knees.
he begins slowly, sliding you up and down his cock while enjoying your moans. he watches as your own cock twitch, begging for release already.
" hah look at you, drool down your face just because of this cock. " he taunts you causing you to shoot a glare at him using the mirror.
" s-shut up! if my makeup isn't ruined then are you even fucking me good? honestly, if you— " before your sentence could even finish, he slams you down on his dick making a loud moan escape your mouth.
" not fucking you good? oh, i'll make sure you're fucking crying after this, pretty. "
you whined out loud while trying to bury your face into the sheets, your makeup already long gone, smeared into said sheets.
he pulls your hair up to make you look up into the mirror, not even bothering to stop thrusting into you. " look at yourself pretty. see how your makeup is ruined now? " he mocks you.
you tried to look at yourself, trying to see how your mascara runs down your face because of your nonstop tears, your tears almost wiping the mascara clean. your lipstick smears itself all over your lips with drool and moans escaping from it.
but your eyes keep rolling up from the pleasure, your tears making your vision blurry.
he laughs as he watches your attempt at focusing on yourself, loving the way your eyes kept rolling upwards from how good he's fucking you.
" come on pretty, just look at yourself. don't you love to do that? " he forces your head back down into the sheets, muffling your moans and whines all while cumming into you for the third time already.
he then starts rubbing your cock, your previous release acting as lube for it.
you moan out loud into the sheets as you shoot your load for the fifth time already. "mmh.. no more! " you beg him, your voice muffled.
" ehh..? but im just starting to have fun! "
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I DON'T LIKE IT –
↳ lando norris + bestfriend!reader
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⌗ :: a/n: im actually in a lando phase (maybe its bc i f1 is gone for months) but its effecting me so much so im blessing you all with JEALOUS/POSSESSIVE LANDOOOO AHHEHE. merry christmas my lovelies <33 (also if this is bad im sorry i was extremely tired when i wrote this lol)
usually you don't like going out with lando. the clubs, partying, drinking it wasn't exactly your scene.
so when he insists you come out with him to celebrate the constructors championship, you can't exactly say no. hence, the short fitting black dress, and nicely done, hair and makeup that you've put on. when you go out, you go out, it just doesn't happen very often.
"are you nearly done?" lando's voice calls out from the living room as he waits for you.
"yeah, i'm coming now," you call back, walking down the stairs and mentally preparing yourself to talk and interact with people.
you grab the car keys off the small table in the hallway and make your way into the living room your footsteps announcing your presence to lando, he turns around and slightly falters in his movements when he sees you.
"uh, wow, okay," he says looking you up and down slowly, his eyes raking over your body.
"what?" your brows bunch and you look down at your outfit. "i thought it looked good, is there something wrong?"
"uh... no, no, you look amazing, i just wasn't expecting you to look so nic-"
"you weren't expecting me to look nice?" you raise your voice playfully.
"no, no, no i- uh- no- look... shit," lando mutters looking down and shaking his head. "you look amazing, seriously. i just forgot how well you can pull off a black dress."
you smile, and chuck the keys towards him, "i can pull off anything lando norris, even you. and that's not something everybody can do." you wink and walk back out through the hallway to the car.
"you can pull off me?"
"yeah, not every girl can have lando norris on her arm and still be the centre of attention. there are perks to being your best friend you know."
"and there are perks to being yours," lando says unlocking the car and sliding into the drivers seat. you feel the safest when he's driving, always trusting him when he's behind the wheel.
"oh really?" you ask looking over at him. "like what?"
"you," he murmurs backing out of the driveway. you don't hear him though, too distracted by a text you received from your sister.
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he didn't like it, you could tell. was it the murderous looks he was sending in the direction of the guy's - who's name you've already forgotten - or was it the looks he was sending you, heated and something else? both probably.
he wasn't even focused on the crowd around him dancing and drinking their nights away.
when the guy started getting too handsy that is when you felt lando's hand wrap around your waist and causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach - which you promptly ignored.
"leave her alone, mate. she's mine," lando's voice comes out harsh his anger directed towards the man who steps back apologising - typical of him to only step back when another man steps in.
"oh sorry, i didn't know," he slurs and walks off, most likely to go puke in some poor person's handbag.
you're about to spin around in lando's arms and thank him for rescuing you but you stop short at the expression on his face. "what?" you look down at your outfit. "is it the same thing from earlier? what's wrong?"
"i don't like it."
"don't like what?" you ask furrowing your brows.
"when other people touch you," he responds quietly his voice low and tempting. thats new.
"oh," you reply slightly dumbfounded. in all your years of knowing lando norris you've always had hidden feelings for him, sure there were points when said feelings were buried deep deep down, but they were always there.
and you always thought they were never reciprocated but they way lando is looking at you right now is... something new. something you like... a lot.
"i don't like people thinking they can just touch you. they can't. because you're mine not theirs. you're my best friend. you're my person. you're not theirs to touch or hold or flirt with, because you're mine."
his arms tighten around your waist as if he's expecting you to run away at any moment.
"oh my," you breathe. "i don't know what to say."
"tell me you feel the same way, tell me that i can be yours, because you're mine, and i'm not letting you go anytime soon."
"possessive are we?" you chuckle trying to diffuse the tension because he's probably drunk, he's going to wake up in the morning and apologise about this insisting he doesn't know what he was talking about and how sorry he was.
its happened so many times before.
your heart gets crushed every time. so you don't go out with him to avoid it.
but tonight this feels different.
"i haven't had a sip of alcohol tonight, this is the most clearheaded i've ever been in a long time... please talk to me."
"lando," you whisper. your heart is teetering on the edge of being shattered to pieces and finally telling the truth. you're walking a thin line between the two hoping to fall on the right side. "i don't want this to be like those other times when you wake up in the morning apologising for what you say."
"i never meant those apologies. i remember all those nights, i lied," he breathes swaying with you to the music. "i freaked out in the morning because you would always want to talk about what happened, and your face was always so distrusting so i shut it down pretending i didn't know what happened."
"really?" you're tilting on the line, swaying from side to side waiting for the words that are going to make or break you.
"really. i've been in love with you ever since the day you stopped to pick a flower that reminded you of me."
"lando," you give him a look. "that was like the second time we met."
"and i've been yours ever since." he smiles at you, his eyes filled with clear adoration, which quickly turns to a pissed off look when someone steps up behind you and asks for a dance. "piss off mate, we're clearly talking."
you smile and don't even bother to look back at the man, everything you've ever wanted is standing in front of you and offering himself on a platter for you. and you're tired, so tired of staying on the ledge between friends and more,
so you take the leap.
pulling him imperceptibly closer you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him tightly whispering in his ear, "i'm yours too."
you can physically feel his body relax and mold around yours - a perfect fit of course.
if you fall, it will hurt for sure, but this moment, right now; flying with him, together, will be worth it if you do.
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heyyy love your writings, pervy old man!logan fucking reader with her Halloween costume on 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
note: we already know what masked man Logan was for Halloween. He couldn’t help but match with y/n before he acted on his pervy thoughts.
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“What are you gonna be tonight?” Logan asked y/m who had just walked into the kitchen he’d a couple of minutes ago. “Oh, me? Just a college girl. Maybe with a few rips and blood splatters. Not much,” she said as she poured herself a drink.
“And you? You don’t seem like the kind to like Halloween,” y/n snickered, and she was right. The man had never participated in the years he’s been here, but this year, something made him want to. She made him want to, but not for the party. It was something deeper.
“Don’t know, maybe a killer,” Logan plainly said, not wanting to make it seem like he cared so much, but he did. Now he knew he could be a killer who stalked and terrified students in some movies. Something to match y/n without them planning to.
“Sounds scary,” Y/n smiled, a bit happy that he decided to participate. Storm and the others told her he would never. This was Y/n’s first year here, so she hoped he changed his mind.
The night has been great so far. The music was loud, the food was good, and the drinks were strong, yet sweet. Y/n loved her new home.
“Where’s Logan?” Y/n asked the crew as she entered the kitchen to get another drink. “Either in his room or outside to take a smoke,” Storm said, making y/m frown. She really thought he’d participate this year.
“Yeah, and he begged smoking far away from the school. Don’t feel like smellin’ that cigar shit,” Scott said. “Most likely he is. Hey! Maybe if you got talk to him, he’ll party with us,” Jean said, making the others agree.
“And why is that?” Y/n genuinely asked at the crew laughed. “You’re so clueless, I don’t get it,” Hank said. “She’ll see sooner or later, let’s just hope for the best,” Storm told the others.
Y/n sighed as she walked away and made her way to Logan’s room. “Logan,” Y/n knocked on his door once before it cracked. It was unlocked. “Logan?” Y/n asked more confused as she stepped in.
Y/n looked around until she noticed a basket in his bed. The basket was filled with dark red roses as the stems had been spray painted black. In the basket was a note that read “Whoever sees this first, keep the basket. I’m outside taking a smoke,”
“Of course he is,” Y/n said to himself as she walked out of his room answering made her way outside the mansion. It was dark and a bit cold. Especially for the outfit she was wearing.
She had on a mini skirt that had thong strings attached. Her uniform shirt was tight which showed every curve on her. Some spots on her costume were ripped while other spots had blood splatter.
“Logan!?” Y/n yelled out as she walked through the woods where he usually takes his smoke so Scott wouldn’t complain about the strong and disgusting smell. Surprisingly, y/n didn’t smell that smell like usual when she came to get Logan for dinner.
“Logan? I just wanted to ask if you wanted to take shots with me. I already drank a lot, and everyone else is tapping out,” y/n snickered, knowing she and Logan were the ones who drank the most.
“Logan?” Y/n asked again, but more concerned. Where would he be on this day and at this time? He’s not in his room, and she’s walking a bit further than where he usually smokes.
She felt more off, now that she thought Logan wasn’t out there. Now she’s deep in the woods by herself, in the dark. She hated the dark. She hated the woods. She hated being alone and no one could hear her if she were to get hurt.
Y/n jumped with a scream as she heard a noise behind her. “Logan!?” She called when she saw nothing. “L-Logan, please — I-I know it’s Halloween, and you’re supposed to scare people, he I’m actually scared,” y/n admitted.
Y/n wanted to leave, but she heard the noise come from the path she had to walk down to head back to the mansion.
The woman didn’t know what to do. There was no way back, and no sight of Logan. There wasn’t a sight of anyone, yet, she heard a noise that she knew the trees wouldn’t make.
After taking a few deep breaths, y/n decided to take a step towards the way she needed to go to head back to the mansion. She instantly stopped with a gasp when a figure came from behind a huge tree.
“L-Lo-Logan?” Y/n stuttered heavily, not knowing who the person was because their face was covered with a Halloween mask. She prayed it was Logan playing some prank, but y/n was an overthinker.
“Logan, please talk to me,” y/n begged low as she rubbed her fingers nervously. “Watcha doin’ out here alone, sweetheart?” The masked man asked. Their voice was unidentifiable because of the speaker in their mask.
“I — Logan, please, stop this,” y/n begged before the masks man slowly took steps towards her. “Pretty dangerous out here for a pretty school girl like you. Don’t think anyone would think twice about taking you out here,” the masked man said, making y/n’s heart rise.
The man’s figure looked a lot like Logan's. The muscles, the walk, even the way he talked, but this couldn’t be Logan, right? He wouldn’t make an inappropriate comment like that towards her, right?
“Logan, please-“ y/n was cut off as she tripped. Y/n groaned with a whine as she rubbed the back of her head that she hit lightly. Logan felt bad but didn’t show it. He was too far in the mood to break character.
“Please, sir — I’ll do anything, just, don’t hurt me,” y/n’s eyes began to tear as the masked man finally stood over her. “I would never hurt you, Bub,” Logan said something minor to make sure she knew it was him and that she was safe.
“Logan?” Y/n asked low before the masked man hovered over her. Logan began tugging on y/n’s clothes, causing her to yell. Because she didn’t see Logan’s face, she still felt a bit of fear.
“You smell so good, baby. Smelt that pussy ok your way out here,” Logan said as he pulled y/n’s mini skirt up that barely covered her ass. “Hey!” Y/n slapped at the man’s hands, but none of that phased him.
“You smell so damn good, I could just eat you like a sample, baby,” Logan continued his talk as he ripped y/n’s panties off. He brought the fabric to his nose before taking a huge sniff. The groan he let out made her realize this was Logan.
“L-Logan,” y/n said as he placed her panties in his back pocket under his costume. “Smart girl,” the man said as he ripped the speaker from under his mask. “Knew you’d catch on,” he said as he reached under his costume to unbuckle his belt.
“L-Logan, what are you doing? W-Why were you out here? I-I don’t even smell smoke,” y/n was confused, and the small fear of his huge figure over her made her cunt throb.
Logan ignored the girl's questions as he finally got himself out of his jeans. The man lifted his costume just enough to expose his huge leaky length.
“What are you doing? Logan? Logan, hey!” Y/n tried crawling back, but the man was quick to hover over her with his cock in hand. “Stay still, Bub. Just for a second, then you can do all the squirmin’ you want,”
Y/n kicked and slapped the man, but he got himself inside of Y/n with no struggle.
“That’s it, Bub, that’s what I wanna hear,” Logan looked down at y/n who cried loudly at the feeling of him stretching her out. “It’s okay, baby, just breathe. Take me in,” Logan continued pushing as she clawed at his chest.
“C-Can’t!” Y/n almost screamed as his pelvis rubbed against her bud. He was fully in her, barely allowing her to breathe. He could tell she’s never taken anything like him. That only made this situation better.
“So damn tight,” Logan groaned in her ear after a few seconds of his silence. All that was heard was her shaky whine and the sound of the leaves underneath them as she kicked.
“C’mon, baby, don’t give me a hard time. Don’t make the stranger mad,” Logan said, making y/n think. Was he into this? Was he into scaring y/n and acting like he was someone she didn’t know?
The Ghostface mask was perfect for what he was doing to her. He knew that, and she knew that. This was some kink he had and a kink she didn’t know she had until now.
“P-Please sir, don’t hurt me,” y/n played a lot with her shaky voice. An unexpected growl came from Logan’s mouth, not thinking she’d play along to his sick fantasy.
“Oh, but I want to, baby. Wanna tear you apart like an animal out here,” Logan’s hand slowly snaked around her neck before gripping tightly as his other hand grabbed onto her waist to push her down into the wet and dirty ground.
“Please don’t, sir,” y/n begged, but it was unnecessary. Logan shifted his legs until he had the best position to slam down into the smaller girl, knocking the window from her lungs as her mind went dumb in seconds.
Tears slipped from the young girls eyes, barely being able to breathe from the tight grip on her neck. Logan knew if she couldn’t actually take anymore, or simply didn’t want this, she’d tell him, but the both of the knew she wanted all of this just as much as he did.
“Yeah — Take it,”
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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 8 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: It has been too long since you heard from Bradley. Perhaps something went wrong. Or maybe he was avoiding you. Just when you start trying to accept that the last few months were too good to be true, things start to turn around again.
Warnings: Fluff, angst, language, Bradley being sweet
Length: 3000 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader
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Days went by. With only two weeks left of Bradley's deployment, you weren't really expecting to receive air mail at school with your name on it, but you certainly did miss it anyway. Your students asked about him every morning, wondering if he'd sent a new email, hoping for another video with Marty. But you got nothing in either of your email inboxes.
He was on your mind almost constantly. What happened on his mission? Did the Navy decide it was okay to cut off communication right when you were completely attached to hearing from him? Did this really mean you had to wait until the aircraft carrier arrived back in San Diego?
It was right before your students were due to arrive in your classroom that you had perhaps the most distressing thoughts of all. What if something went terribly wrong and he didn't survive? Or what if this was simply his way of ghosting you before he had to see you in person?
Jayden raced in ahead of the rest of your class, calling your name along the way. "Did Lieutenant Bradshaw write back yet?"
You pointed him toward his desk as you shook your head. "I already explained that he may not have time to respond before his deployment ends."
Jayden just bounced in place in front of you. "Then that means he can visit us when he gets back!"
Now a small group of your kids surrounded you, and you wished more than anything that you could tell them that Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw, their beloved pen pal, would definitely be visiting your classroom in a few short days. Instead you told them, "Please, take your seats so we can start our Natural History lesson."
This turned out to be your new normal. Every time you got an email notification, you jumped to unlock your phone, but it was never a message from Bradley. When you saw a box tucked in your mail cubby in the school office, you ran for it, only to find the science supplies you ordered weeks ago had arrived. You even forced yourself to go back and read some of the old emails from him, just to make sure it all really happened, but his words left you aching for more.
...I like giving Gorgeous teachers butterflies...
...You'd look adorable snuggled up in your bed. But then again, when aren't you completely Gorgeous?...
...Gorgeous girl, you're messing with my head...
...And it's not a matter of if I touch you, it's a matter of when...
After nearly two weeks had gone by, you tried to figure out if the USS Theodore Roosevelt was back in port, but short of driving to North Island to see for yourself, you couldn't seem to find a solid answer online. And if you did drive there and found it at the dock, what were you supposed to do? Contact the US Navy? If they told you that nothing happened to Lieutenant Bradshaw and that he was perfectly fine, you'd be mortified. If they told you something in fact did happen to him in the last two weeks, you'd be devastated. That's assuming you could even get them to give you any information at all which was doubtful.
On Friday, you were on the verge of tears as you got ready for work. "You're being ridiculous," you whispered, and that fact made you want to cry even more. You tried to take the time to make yourself look presentable, thinking that may be the key to having a good day. Your outfit was cute. Your makeup looked nice. But you weren't smiling, and you didn't feel like doing so at all.
You grabbed your bag, hoping the short ride with your favorite playlist would be enough to get your spirits up, but all you could think about was how you probably weren't cut out for life with a guy in the military anyway. Waiting around like this to see what was going on was making your stomach upset, and you weren't getting enough sleep. When you closed your eyes, you just pictured a very kissable face with a scarred cheek and big brown eyes.
"You need to focus," you scolded as you parked your car and headed into the school with your ID badge. You had eighteen kids who required your attention, and you'd once again give it to them, because you were fantastic at your job.
This morning, Violet was the first one to mention Bradley in passing, and you had to shake your head. "Please find your seats. If I hear from Lieutenant Bradshaw, I promise I will let you know. I'm not hiding any letters or emails from you all, okay?" You tried to smile as you said, "I'd like to hear from him every bit as badly as you would. I can guarantee that."
You struggled through your morning lessons, often reminding yourself that you needed to focus on your students. Then you sat quietly at your desk with the classroom lights off during lunch, scrolling back through the dozens of emails you'd exchanged with Bradley on your phone. You pulled up the picture of the sun setting behind him in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, and even though you tried, you couldn't find anything other than the most sincere expression on his handsome face.
Maybe he would text you this weekend, letting you know he was back and your date was on. You had to believe he would still contact you. When the bell rang, you counted to ten, and then your students came flooding back through your classroom door. They wanted to tell you all about how Jasper from Mrs. Wynn's class got in trouble during lunch, and you humored them before saying, "I'm sure none of you would misbehave like that in the cafeteria."
"No way!" Henry promised.
"That's what I like to hear," you told him with a forced smile. "Once you're all in your seats, we'll start our math lesson. Maybe I'll put a few aviation problems on the board at the end if you show me how well you can focus for the next twenty minutes."
You had just started copying the first fraction that you wanted to discuss from your notebook onto the board when there was a sharp knock on your classroom door. You sighed and let your forehead rest briefly on the white board, knowing that another disruption would completely derail your kids after all the lunchtime nonsense. When you turned to face the door, they were already starting to chatter with each other.
"Come in!" you called out, and every head in your room whipped around to see who was there and what they wanted.
When the door swung open, the room went silent. The first thing you thought about was how peculiar it was to see someone in a khaki military uniform standing there. Then your eyes slid up that tall, muscular frame as your lips parted in surprise. As soon as you met his gaze, he smiled and said, "Hey, Gorgeous."
You couldn't speak. As he took a full step into your classroom and pulled the door closed, you finally noticed he was holding some pretty flowers. Then he was heading your way, his combat boots squeaking ever so slightly against the tile floor with each long stride. Bradley Bradshaw wasn't hesitating at all as he made his way directly to you while your students started talking again.
"It's Lieutenant Bradshaw!"
"I knew he'd come visit us ever since I asked him to!"
"Does this mean his deployment is over?"
"Why does he have flowers?"
He didn't stop until he was standing right in front of you, and the butterflies in your belly were fluttering so much, you were convinced you could float off of the floor. You weren't sure what else to say, so you simply whispered, "Bradley."
His smile grew as he said, "I love the way that sounds when you say it." You could only squeak in response, and his warm gaze flicked from your eyes down to your lips. At this rate you'd be a puddle at his feet in the next ten seconds. He swallowed hard, cheeks flushed as he leaned in closer, taking another small step forward until his boot gently bumped your shoe. His voice took on a raspier edge as said, "You told me you wanted me to kiss you as soon as I saw you."
He didn't stop slowly closing the distance, and when you reached out and let your fingers tangle with his, you whispered, "Please." Then you closed your eyes as his lips brushed feather light against yours. You gasped. He was here. Nothing had ever felt as good as this in your life. You opened your eyes to find him grinning right in front of you, and you chased him for another one of his dreamy kisses.
"Lieutenant Bradshaw kissed her!"
"I think they're in love!"
"They are definitely going to be girlfriend and boyfriend!"
Bradley wrapped his fingers around yours a little tighter as you and he laughed, and he ducked his head before looking up at your class. His cheeks were the most alluring shade of pink as he told them, "Hey, I hope you don't mind that I decided to surprise you and your teacher."
"We don't mind!" shouter Oliver as he was practically sitting on his desk now in excitement. All of the kids were bouncing with anticipation, and you couldn't stop smiling as Violet clapped her hands together.
"Great, because I brought my responses to your last batch of letters, too. I can't thank you enough for being my pen pals for the last few months. You made my time away from home a lot more fun." He turned to look at you before softly adding, "And you made coming back home feel really good."
You wanted to kiss him again. You wanted to run your fingers along his scars and press your lips to his skin in their wake. You wanted to bury your nose against his neck and inhale the smell of his skin and his uniform collar. You wanted to feel his mustache on your lips. Instead, because every eye in the room was on the two of you, you told him, "I'm really happy you're here." You tugged on his hand so he was standing front and center, and you turned to your kids and asked, "What do we say when we have a special guest visit us?"
"Thank you!" they all shouted in unison.
"That's right," you told them. Then you looked up at Bradley, and he handed you the flowers with a crooked little grin, and that's when you noticed he had a small notebook in his hand as well.
"Can I call each kid up to get their letter?" he asked, as if you would deny him anything at the moment. "Then I can put faces to all of the names."
You were still definitely at risk of melting. "You wrote each of them a personal letter again?" you asked him, holding your flowers to your chest and trying not to swoon.
"Yeah," he replied, opening his notebook to show you. He stood there, looking devastatingly sexy, tearing out a page for every kid. He called each of them up and talked to them for a minute. He remembered the name of Jayden's dog. He remembered that Violet loved neon-colored everything. He remembered that Henry said his grandfather was in the Navy. He remembered so much, and he was so willing to indulge all of their questions.
You just stood there with your flowers and watched this endearing man captivate all nineteen of you with his words. He let Oliver try on one of his insignia pins. He drew a diagram of an aircraft carrier on your white board. He met your gaze more often than not. He smiled at you every time he did. He told your students that the reason they were so smart was because you were such a good teacher. The butterflies were here to stay now.
When you looked around, you noticed that your kids were cherishing their personal notes just like you were your flowers. You didn't want this afternoon to end, and yet, as soon as the first bell rang at three o'clock, you jumped to attention. The sooner your students cleared out of the room for the weekend, the sooner you could hopefully have a few minutes alone with Bradley before he wanted to go home and rest.
"We need to pack up," you announced, finally setting the bouquet down on your desk while Bradly affixed his pin back on his uniform shirt.
"Do we have to?" whined Jayden. "Lieutenant Bradshaw like just got here!"
He had in fact been in your classroom for over two hours, but you couldn't blame them for wanting more. Bradley cleared his throat and looked at you as he said, "I could come back again?" with that sincere gaze you were already weak for. "Spend a few more hours answering questions? Maybe bring some engine parts with me?"
You bit your lip before you could whimper out loud, and he started to head in your direction. "We would love that," you told him.
"Yeah?" he asked you as your kids erupted into a rowdy mob, grabbing all of their belongings as the final bell rang.
"Mmhmm," you hummed, waving lazily to your students as they shouted their goodbyes to both you and Bradley. His steps had him reaching you right as the last few kids left your room, and you whispered, "You'll come back?"
He reached for your hand as he said, "I'll do anything you want, Gorgeous." He must have been able to read the needy look on your face, because when you tugged on his hand, he came all the way to you. His other hand ended up at your waist as his lips found yours, and this time, the feather light kisses deepened as you parted your lips. Bradley groaned softly, kissing you just right, and then he whispered, "I've been dying for this."
Your arms went around his neck, kissing him a little frantically, melting at his touch and the feel of his soft, wavy hair between your fingers. "Me too," you told him before pulling his bottom lip gently between yours. He backed you up until you bumped into your desk, and all you could think about was how good his weight would feel on top of you.
Your skin felt too hot when he finally broke the kiss, panting softly as you ran your thumb along his scars. "I didn't like not hearing from you the past two weeks," you told him, and his brown eyes softened even as his hold on you tightened a little bit. "It was... kind of scary."
"I didn't like it either," he told you. "And I was going to text you immediately when we docked this morning, but then I decided to just come here instead." He grinned as your fingers crept back up into his hair. "If they didn't let me sign in with my military ID in the front office, I don't know what I would have done. I just wanted to see you."
You kissed his chin and said, "Usually I hate surprises. But this one was perfect."
"Okay, see, that's good information to know," he rasped. "I only got a ride home long enough to throw my duffle in the front door and hop in my Bronco. I stopped for the flowers, and then I just wanted to get here with my notebook."
You tipped your head back and whispered, "How am I supposed to deal with how sweet you are?"
"Oh! That reminds me," he muttered, rubbing his hand along your back before releasing you and strolling over to where he left his notebook on Oliver's desk. The way your body wanted you to follow him was surprising, but it gave you a chance to look at him again from head to toe as you stood next to your desk. There was nothing out of place on this man, and you pressed your lips together as his bicep flexed against his shirt sleeve. He tore another sheet of paper from his notebook and said, "I have one more note to deliver."
He walked back over to you, and when he held it up with a hopeful look, you took it from him and read.
Hey, Gorgeous. I couldn't wait one more minute to see you. And now that I'm here, I don't want today to end. Is there any way I can convince you to let me take you out for our first official date tonight instead of tomorrow? Bradley
When you looked up from the page, his eyebrows were raised, and that crooked little grin was hovering close to the surface. "I know I said to plan for tomorrow, but I can't fucking wait that long."
You bit down on your lip, shocked by how much better today turned out to be than you could have ever imagined earlier this morning. "Yeah. You've convinced me, Bradley. Tonight sounds perfect."
With that, you were treated to a little smirk beneath his mustache. He carefully took the sheet of notebook paper from your hands, set it down next to the flowers on your desk and proceeded to kiss you senseless.
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He's going to make me hyperventilate. Those kids were SO excited to have him in their classroom, but they were nowhere near as excited as Gorgeous! He's home! And he wants to have his beach picnic and takeout and makeout sesh immediately. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls
PART 9
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★ streamer ellie!
ways to help palestine!!!
S★ she started with fornite and minecraft gameplays but went viral for playing girly video games and screaming with pure rage and desperation if she loses or if her chat tells her the outfit she made was ugly asf😭
S★ she deadass will say “u guys clearly don’t know about fashion like i do” n then pull outfits like this:
S★ she used to be so fucking afraid that her face reveal went like dream’s that she posponed that shit for like a year. when she finally did it she ended the stream, turned off her phone and went to bed covering her body completely, while sniffing and crying “my career is over ”
S★ after her face revealed her account went even more viral, people started to make thirst traps of her and edits, videos, even fanfics, she got a little more comfortable with showing her face. her favorite edits were to songs like ride, baby by me, hey daddy (daddy’s home) and a song in spanish called vaquero, they were just so funny to her😭
iloveellie: she’s daddying so hard‼️
ewisinthechat: aw you guys really see me as a father figure?😺🫶
brondon444: 😭
kvcjjsaj: 😭
loverboydsa: 😭😭😭
“hey why is everyone crying in the chat, is everyone okay?”
S★ she really loves the cat emojis, specially this one 😻
S★ out of all her platforms (aside from twitch) she uses twitter the most, she tweets without a second thought in that head, without filter, like zero hesitation and then apologizes if she said something way too controversial.
ewisinthechat2: have you had that feeling when someone is so stupid you want to stab your eye with a fork? #kys
ewisinthechat2: k, i guess u have not😅…
S★ she was practically new to tiktok, so the first moths she had her likes public, she didn’t even know that was possible on the app. but if you click on it all you could see were shit post and memes that a dad would like, all except for a big section of aprox thirteen videos, one after the other, all with the same girl.
sckerforellie18: did u guys saw ellie’s likes? i think she’s stalking that poor girl😭
slaybabesew: HAHAH WAIT IS REAL, IS SHE HER GILFRIEND???
elliesaheymamasg: she’s so hot wait😩
heyemogirlbb: it’s her @girlypop66
S★ the chat started to tag you to every single one of her videos on tiktok, her photos on instagram, tagging you on things like “hi, could you please date my mom?🤗” or “my new mommie😻” EVEN in her questionable tweets telling you “we know she’s crazy but give her a chance😭”
S★ one day you waked up to your phone being practically broken from all the notifications, you still had your little pink iphone 6 and you had to buy another one because of it.
Instagram
girlypop: hi um i don’t think we really know each other but people are tagging me on your videos😭 love them though
S★ ellie was in a stream, the chat had to make her laugh and spit the water so she was reacting to videos that her chat had send her. when that notification appear on the screen, she read it, gulped the water, looked dead ass serious at the camera and turned off the stream.
elliewilliasm: omg hi, im so sorry i didn’t know, I’ll tell them to spot
elliewilliasm: spot*
elliewilliasm: STOP**😭
you laughed in your new phone, she was funny, and for what you had seen in all the posts that you were tagged on, very pretty too.
girlypop: hey would you like to grab coffee sometime?
ewisinthechat: TO EVERYBODY IN THE CHAT, THANK YOU, YOU GUYS ARE THE FUCKIN BEST, LOVE YALL, IM SO LUCKY TO HAVE YOU, XOXO😻😻😻😻
GIVEAWAY COMIN FUCKIN SOON💯💯‼️
S★ she was exhausted when she jumped to her bed, after all the crying, screaming, jumping and the extreme tweeting that just said “YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES”, she unlocked her phone again.
elliewiliasm: yeah sure :)
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kate smut pleasee☝️
OUR ANNIVERSARY - KATE MARTIN
pairing(s): kate martin x female!reader
warnings: femme reader, language, smut, oral (kate!recieving), fingering (kate!recieving)
summary: it’s kate and yours one year anniversary and you decide to surprise her with a couple different things.
you and kate have officially been dating for one year and today was your anniversary. kate had been out for the past hour running errands so you took this time as the perfect opportunity to set up a surprise for her. you bought her a couple presents, decided to make dinner for the two of you and even decorated the apartment for her. you couldn’t wait to see her reaction.
you started to get ready by taking a shower, doing your hair and makeup and putting on a cute outfit. you also decided to slip on a new bra and underwear you had bought previously underneath your outfit for later. once everything was ready to go you decided to sit on the couch and wait for her to come home.
about 30 minutes later you heard keys starting to unlock the door. you knew exactly who it was so you got up from your spot and stood close to the door anticipating her entrance.
kate opened the door and walked in to see beautiful decorations covering the place along with candles, flowers and a meal for the two of you on the table. she was shocked to say the least, she had no idea you were planning this for her. “babe…. oh my god.” she said taking it all in. she started walking closer to you and once she was next to you the first thing she did was place a soft kiss to your lips.
she pulled away to look at you. your eyes met hers and you asked, “you like it?” she smiled at your question. “baby i love it this is so cute.” she said before wrapping you in a big hug. you giggled and rested your head in the crook of her neck.
when the two of you pulled away she couldn’t help but kiss you again. “come on let’s sit down.” you said as you grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the table. you both sat down and she stared at you from across the table.
“i love you.” she said as she started to eat the food. “i love you too, kate.” you replied and opened the bottle of champagne that you had laid out on the table. you guys talked and laughed nonstop while eating the food you had prepared. once you had finished you got up to grab the gifts you had bought for her.
“happy anniversary baby!” you said as you handed her two small boxes. she opened them while smiling. the first one had a silver necklace with a small “K” on it and a heart. the other one had some clothes that you remember her talking about wanting in the past.
you sat on her lap after she finished opening the gifts. “i love these so much, thank you babe.” she said and placed a kiss to your cheek. you smiled at her knowing she was truly grateful. “i have another surprise.” you said as you stood up from your spot on her lap and started walking towards your bedroom.
she followed after you excited to see what was next. when she walked into the room you had completely stripped out of what you were previously wearing. you had on a matching bra and underwear set that was her favorite color and you were now laying on your guys’ bed.
her mouth had practically dropped to the ground as she looked at you. she walked over to you and joined you on the bed. “you look so fucking pretty.” she said as she kissed you again and started to place kisses down your neck.
you then moved so you were on top of her and kissed her again. you asked her to take off her shirt and she did just that. you kissed all over her neck and chest and then started to leave kisses on her stomach. she let out soft moans as you started getting closer to her pussy.
she quickly removed her pants and underwear needy for more. you smirked up at her as you started to move down her body. you placed soft kisses to her thighs and she moaned more. “don’t tease me baby… need you so bad.” she said.
you placed one more kiss to her lips before moving back down to your original spot. all of a sudden your tongue was on her clit and she was moaning louder than before. you added a finger in her hole to increase her pleasure. she placed a hand to your head guiding you as you started to move faster.
“feels so fucking good.” she said and that was your queue to add another finger. she tilted her head back at the sudden contact. you moved even faster noticing that she was getting close. “such a good girl.” she said and you could practically feeling yourself getting wet just from her words.
“gonna cum baby!” she said as she could feel the all too familiar feeling growing. you took this as a sign to continue what you were doing, but faster.
moments later she was releasing all over your tongue. you moved from your position and went to lay down next to her. you turned to face her and she grabbed your face and kissed you once more. you leaned into the kiss and wrapped your legs around her waist.
she pulled away and smiled at you. “thank you for everything baby i really loved it.” she said. “of course kate. i just really wanted to do something special for you because you deserve it.” you replied while smiling back at her.
this made her smile grow larger. “i love you.” she told you once more. “i love you more, babe.” you said and placed a kiss to her forehead. she wrapped her arms around you and you rested your head on her chest.
you pulled the blankets up so they were covering both of you. you both moved around a little bit until you were comfortable before drifting off to sleep.
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I CAN TELL YOU MISS ME
ᯓ★ sae thought it was the right decision to break up with you before moving to spain, but soon found himself checking your socials every other day — and searching for your face at every game.
a/n : i wanna do a part 2 of when sae comes back to japan but i don’t know..
“i’m breaking up with you.” … “this relationship will never last.” … “goodbye, name.”
sae’s words rang through his head like a curse throughout the whole flight, his teeth biting harshly at his lower lip.
was this really the right decision? was it really necessary to throw away the love of his life for the sake of pursuing his soccer career?
it better have been, because it sure is difficult holding back tears in front of a bunch of strangers on a plane.
he sighed, unlocking the door to his new apartment; it strangely reminded him of your cozy little place.
sae had to remind himself over and over that you two were no longer, you were just a memory of the past; someone who he left behind in japan.
but when he’s laying alone on his large, king-sized bed, body sprawled out like a starfish and the sounds of the lively city drowned out his own harsh words — “name, we need to talk.” — he found it so hard to let you go.
he was the one who ended things, he had to! it’s not like you wanted to go to spain with him — you had a life, and you’d just be a nuisance to him anyways.
that’s what he says to himself, hands trembling as they click on the new story you just posted on instagram.
it seems that your friends, whom he never really liked, took you out to a club, of sorts.
his thumb flew to like your story, almost like a reflex, but he was quick to stop it.
he scanned the picture, a fancy outfit hugging your curves — did you always have that, or was it new? he certainly hadn’t seen you wear something so… risky, before.
he taps again, the next story — it’s you with your friend. all he can focus on is the smile on your face, so bright.
you seemed to be glowing, as if you’d turned into the brightest star in the sky.
you’d always been like that, sae thinks. you were the star, no — sun to his moon.
now you’re glowing for the sick eyes of the men in that filthy club. he would’ve taken you to a much nicer place.
he scowls as he taps again, eyes glaring down at the photo of you with another man — he guesses your annoying friend took the photo and posted it.
they always loved to meddle, didn’t they?
sae turns his phone off, deciding he’s seen enough for one night. it’s not like he cares about what you’re doing anyway… right?
sae places his phone back on the table, the tiredness from flying finally getting to him.
“just a nap,” he tells himself, laying down as he places his hands on his stomach, teal eyes staring up at the ceiling.
“just a nap” turned into an hour of emotions. sae couldn’t handle it, the thought of you — his one and only with some other man?
well, you’re not his anymore.
and with that, sae finally fell into the hands of sleep, dreams and images of you plaguing his mind.
as the sun sunk low, the moon glittering beautifully in the night, sae’s eyes fluttered open. he didn’t realise he’d been asleep for so long — the time difference sure did get to him.
days went by, and over time he grew to get used to the time.
one thing he couldn’t get used to, was being without you.
he didn’t even notice when he’d look at your account, scrolling through your new posts — you’re so pretty.
you seem much happier than he’s feeling.. ironic, since he’s the one who broke up with you in the first place!
he had his first game in spain, muscles cracking as he stretched.
it hurt when he stretched himself, you’d usually massage his muscles to help loosen him up — what is he thinking?! he’s better off without you!
but he did miss the touch of your hands.
he wasn’t playing as he normally would, this match… anyone could tell, even you, who was watching from the other side of the world.
you stayed up late, your room lit up by the screen playing sae’s match.
his game is so off today, you think. is something bothering him?
it’s not like it matters, anyway, he broke up with you…
sae stood still, eyes blank as the winner of the game was announced; itoshi sae’s team had lost.
all his dreams of becoming a striker, crushed. just like that.
in the span of weeks; sae had lost everything dear to him. and it was all his fault.
you knew the look in sae’s eyes — it was the very same emotion he looked at you with before he left.
emotionless and empty.
you sighed, turning the device off as you lay back down in your bed, arms reaching out to where sae used to rest.
your hand balls into a fist, tears threatening to spill. you can’t help but feel angry, yet sympathetic at the same time.
but is he really deserving of your emotions?
no. he’s not.
sae knows that, so as he plops back down to his bed, he’s already reaching for his phone and turning it on.
he’s doesn’t deserve to message you — he doesn’t have the right!
so he was surprised to see a text from you.
“i can tell you miss me.”
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⠀ ⠀ ( 𝒜rticle ) ̨ 𝒞RUSH! ୨୧ 一 엔하이픈 ՞
SIMP! enhypen x CRUSH! reader GENRE! fluff, crack, mutual pining, idiots in love TW! not proof read, lowercase intended A/N! anon rqs WC! 890 NOW PLAYING! . . . xo ( only if you say yes ) by enhypen ── 💭 ࿔
𖠗 HEESEUNG .ᐟ
somwhat awkward but confident. he thinks he's pretty mature in terms of romance but when he is with you his brain short circuits so hard he has to grip on something to not faint. but he's a great listener, he will listen to your rants, anything that's been bothering you. he listens so attentively humming and interacting. writes songs dedicated to you and serenades you by singing them !!! you are literally his muse atp, he notes down every little detail about and absolutely adores them. he's all giggles and blushy with you hehe. he dreams of playing video games with lmao.
𖠗 JAY .ᐟ
pretty mature and a bit shy. i feel like jay would be the most mature one amongst enhypen. he's also a bit shy too but tries to overcome it. he's loaded as hell so do expect expensive gifts and bouquets more often. another great listener. he's also a very great adviser, he's wise and thoughtful. very (+infinity) dependable and reliable. he's always there to help you out, cooks you meals and encourages you to eat more. very polite and understanding your parents will definitely approve of him. plays you a song he wrote for you as a way of confessing. lots of fancy outings and always pays first ^^
𖠗 JAKE .ᐟ
so super sweet and shy. when jake likes someone he tends to get touchy with them but when it's you hell he can't even look up at your face (he swears up and down that he loves you). stutters alot when talking to you and you just can't help but chuckle at his cuteness (he dies pls stop). tries to help you out with everything, even if he doesn’t take the class he still tries to learn a thing or two so he could help you out oh! you'd also start seeing him in your classes. lots of study sessions where he's most of the time gawking at you and always getting caught doing it lmao. rants about physics and layla to you alot! makes a lego bouquet for you.
𖠗 SUNGHOON .ᐟ
very hyper confident and delusion. he's good looking, loaded, has nice personality, fame and fans - everything you could ask for he's got it all so what's stopping you from liking him? he deludes himself into thinking that you'll fall in love with him just like any other girl but you don’t (sike) he goes ''huh wait what but i thought'' cue courting era of park sunghoon. never in his life he imagined he'd have to court someone but you’re not just someone you’re special, you’re his one and only true lovd. gets unexpectedly shy with you, hides his face and giggles. he realizes you’ve officially unlocked a new persona of sunghoon reserved just for you.
𖠗 SUNOO .ᐟ
he's so popular and friendly with everyone that you thought he was being just friendly to you the entire time sheesh. he has to restart his plans and just ends up telling you he has romantic feelings for you. then you'd start seeing the subtle difference between him around you vs around others. you noticed how he would like to listen to you speak when he was hyper yapper. always wants spend alone time with you. "hm im sorry i need to hang out with my girl" plans everything from the date spot to how it end. loves to plan outfits with you. skincare nights! always make sure that you eat well. takes lots of pictures of you without you knowing (not in a creepy way). will clap back at anyone and everyone for you.
𖠗 JUNGWON .ᐟ
pretty chill about it tbh. you'd have no idea he's got something for you yes he's that good at hiding. a fake-scenario maniac, daydreams about you a lot and giggles like a maniac (oof the weird stares). looks your contact name every single day. takes advice from his hyungs and literally has a diary related to you, he writes about you, to you. approaches in the most random way, "you know i have a dog..." very caring, always stands by your side. your biggest defender. once you two start chatting he will send you random videos of him playing in the park when the entire country is asleep.
𖠗 NI-KI .ᐟ
he may put up a bad-boy chill sigma look but is straight up awkward and goofy (?) almost tsundere. literally fumbles at your sight, his legs comically jiggling he has to lean on something to hold himself up. he will try to first ignore these stupid feelings that tarnishes his cool image, making his heart quesy. but gives up when he notices he's fallen badly in love. messes up every single time he tries to woo you. like that one time he tried to flirt with you, the moment you turned towards him, he forgot what he memorized to say. the next few sentences he tried to utter were filled with nothing but stutters and awkward pauses. nevertheless you still found him so endearing. girl trust me if you were ever to say yes he'd probably faint then and there. is so soft and lovey-dovey with you that others had to double take like that's the giant ahh intimidating nishimura riki?!?! huge girlfriend privileges for you :)
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Yan-Poll #9
[The Stalker Part 1]
Strange things have been happening to you lately.
It started small with the discomfort of always feeling like you were being watched. Of course, you never met someone's eyes when you turned around, and you tried to brush it off as best as you could. But even when you started minimalizing your time outdoors, unexplainable things started to happen in your own house. Things were moved when you weren't looking, the space next to you in your bed was warm when you woke up, and you found strange devices around the house that you couldn't explain.
You went to the police, but there was nothing they could do.
So you installed cameras, and lo and behold, there he was. The creep that had intruded into your life. It didn't even take him a day of caution before you watched on your computer as the black silhoutte stared directly into the camera, his eyes hidden behind a black mask. He made a heart gesture with his hands before breaking into your bedroom window in the early hours of the morning, seemingly with ease. As if he knew what he was doing. Unafraid.
There was no way you could have stayed in the house. But even when you moved from your childhood home to your friends home, your stalker made sure you noticed that he was still around, one way or another. Worse, even with the footage, the police was still unable to catch him.
Feeling defeated and scared, you eventually mustered the strength to go home. Even with him making his presence known, he hadn't done anything to you, and somehow you had to look forward into the future and reclaim the life that his terror had stolen from you.
Everything was clean and tidy, unlike you expected. You found some things out of place, like books that didn't belong in certain shelves, but it definitely looked like he had tried to arrange them correctly, but wasn't sure where they went. It made you smile faintly as you took out your favorite childhood book. But only for a brief moment before you stuffed the book right back into the actual place it belonged and tried to get used to the old but new enviroment of your own home.
Until the door rang.
You didn't expect any visitors. Up to this point, you two had never interacted. At least, nothing more than the few stare-offs through the camera. Yet... you knew it was him.
You braced yourself, your phone clutched in your hand while you grabbed an umbrella standing in the entrance. Things could get messy quickly, but maybe if you were able to just let him know you didn't want anything from him, maybe he could be reasoned with. With bated breath you unlocked one of the locks you had installed on your door, just enough to open a gap, and gathering all your courage you opened it, only to find...
Nothing. Well, not nothing. Just no one.
You stood there for a while, contemplating what was going on, when your gaze fell to the ground, a stark white envelop resting there. You waited for a moment more, expecting someone to jump out if you weren't looking. But eventually, you squatted down, fishing the envelop through the gap and closing it again. Nervously, you messed with the opening until you could pull out the paper inside.
Welcome home, baby! :) Please wear the clothes I put into the closet for you tomorrow ♥ Can't wait to see you in them!
Feeling a sense of panic, you got up, hurriedly walking into your bedroom and throwing open the closet doors. All your clothes had vanished, only a small, neatly-folded pile sat in one of the shelves, a post-it on them.
P.S. I'm glad my little mishap with the book made you smile. I'll do anything to see you smile ♥
Goosebumps ran over your whole body as you realized he must have just been here if he saw you smile briefly just minutes ago and then placed the note here. Maybe he still was? You stopped breathing, listening intensely if there were any other sounds you hadn't noticed before. Your home was silent.
Hesitantly, you pulled out the clothes he had prepare. Soft, expensive, skimpy. The outfit your stalker put together was much too raunchy for your taste but it would still work even in an office setting. You'd be covered with trousers and a blazer, but the top that was supposed to act like a shirt was see-through and lacey as if it was lingerie. You were sure to turn some heads if you wore it to your job.
Refusing him didn't seem to have any immediate consequences, but at the same time, after already being terrorized for so long, could you really refuse such a small request? Certainly, it would prompt him to get bolder... But at the same time, despite showcasing he could, he never confronted you. There was no saying if refusing him would cause any issues, even if it seemed likely. But maybe you had just become incredible paranoid.
(Reasoning and discussions welcome! ♥)
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your newest work makes me wanna impregnate katakuri!!! look at him with that biker fit and watch those titties let out some creamy milk!!! god he'd be an amazing father, i'd fuck him every day to help with the pregnancy pains and ill eat out his loose pussy after giving birth. would he want you to use his ass because he's a little shy about his pussy after giving birth? would he want another few babies, maybe triplets like him? oh i bet he would love a nice litter of children to care and love for. maybe his pussy would be so loose that it cant hold in any cum and drips out like a creamy cake, maybe he would randomly piss himself in bed. would he grow a little pudge from taking care of his pregnancy? how hairy is he underneath there? if its trimmed or a jungle in there, im journeying the depths of a new world baby.
god he would be gorgeous bulging from his stomach, would he start wearing a shirt in public to hide his bump and his growing breasts or would he show it all proud in his usual biker outfit, tits bulging, even when he's dripping milk in public? maybe he'd just kill anyone who sees him.
id love to love a man like katakuri, id love to love katakuri.
- oath anon
holy fuck you're unlocking kinks in me i didn't know i had. pregnant! katakuri was not something i knew i needed what the hell
the way you write is so hot and that last sentence is a bangerrr.
#i literally have nothing to add on to this#you have mastered perfection#oath anon#✧ shooting stars.
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Hiii ! Absolutely love your writing ! :). Wanted to request one about Colby Brock. maybe something where Colby is your best friend but has feelings for you, he finds out you fucked some other dude or something. He gets jealous and has jealous sex with you? Something like that? :) 🖤
he absolutely would
oh, better than me?
Colby Brock x Fem reader
Colby sees you go off into some room with another guy, so he proves to you that's he's better than the other guy.
TW: SMUT, cursing, p in v sex, unprotected sex, no established relationship in beginning, alcohol consumption, name calling, dirty talk, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), argument, Colby listening you and the other guy, Colby had a tongue piercing (one mention)
you've always had that school girl sized crush on Colby. ever since he came into that bar you were at, you immediately hit it off. constant flirting, lust filled eyes, stolen glances whenever you looked back at the TV, you name it.
lately he's been hanging around a lot of other girls. you didn't know if he's unintentionally doing it or he's doing it to make you jealous.
you texted him around an hour ago about a party you got invited to and he responded with "k".
you don't know if you made him mad or what. you recall this past week to see if you did something to upset him, but nothing comes to mind. you decided to go my yourself and leave Colby behind.
you put on your skimpiest outfit and took a mirror selfie. you felt yourself get more confident the more you look at yourself and your outfit.
"you know what," you said to yourself in the mirror, "I shouldn't be worried about some emo boy. I should have fun tonight and not have a care in the world." you say back in your bed and post the pic of you on your Instagram story.
a good five minutes pass and your notifications are going crazy. "holy shit, what's up?" you unlock your phone and your insta DMs are filling up with people telling you how gorgeous and sexy you look. you smirk at the flirty comments people were still sending you and put your phone on silent.
time skip
you arrive at the place of the party and are immediately greeted by familiar faces and some new ones.
"looking good, sexy!"
"y/n, you look amazing as always!"
"how about we spend some time alone, doll?"
your ears filled with constant compliments as you make your way to the kitchen. you pour some vodka into the small glass and down it in one go. you start to pour another one until a voice interrupts you.
"mind if I join you, sweetheart?"
you look over your shoulder to see a man with (hair length and color) hair. he's got his hands on your waist, pushing up against your ass.
"not at all." you grab another shot glass and pour him a drink. you hand it to him and y'all bring your glasses together.
"to-?" he pauses, not knowing what to cheers to.
"to being single?" you say.
he nods his head. "to being single." he says as he downs his shot the same time you do.
you set your shot glasses down as he presses up against you again. his hands leaning on the counter, his lips barely touching yours.
"wanna go somewhere more private, darling? you look absolutely divine and I bet you taste even better." he bites your lower lip and slightly tugs, making your lip slap against your teeth.
"you read my mind, handsome." you lips catch his as you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him in closer.
his hands find your ass and he plays with the fat. fondling, grabbing, and slapping your ass as you two continue your heated kiss.
he easily picks you up and walks to an unoccupied room.
you were too busy caught up in y'all's kiss that you failed to notice a pair of blue eyes watching your every move.
the man taps the door open since his hands were caught up in feeling you up. he shuts the door and lays on the bed, patting his legs signalling for you to sit.
your panties already dripping, he slips his middle finger in. you sigh and drop your head.
his fingers were long, slim, and veiny. feeling almost full from just one finger, he adds another one.
"come on, doll. this much noise from two fingers? just wait till your filled with my cock, hm?"
those words almost make you cum, then and there but you kept your composure. his fingers dipping in and out with the occasion brush of his palm against your clit.
his finger tips hitting that spot over and over.
"cumming... please." your head in the crook of his neck.
"cum for me then princess."
your eyes roll back as you fuck back into his fingers.
he stands up and places you on the bed. his unbuckles his pants and underwear. cock leaking with his pre as you eye his tip.
"don't worry princess, I'll go slow with you."
from the other side of the door was Colby with his ear pressed against the wood.
as soon as he saw you two go upstairs, he threw the girl off his lap and follow you.
to be honest, he didn't know why he was an asshole to you. he liked the attention the women gave him but he craved yours. he wasn't good with his feelings but he was certain about these. he was in love with you, and watching you go up with that guy made him oh so very jealous.
skin slapping against each other, your choked moans, his grunts, your wet pussy echoing in the room made Colby wish he was doing that to you.
he went back downstairs and out the door.
"hey where you.... going, Colby?" Sam yelled from the couch. Sam shrugged it off and continued kissing another girl. Colby raced home and waited for you to do the same.
you said your goodbyes and decided to go home.
your keys jingle trying to unlock the door and you're met with a very upset Colby. you set your stuff down and walk to your room.
“had fun?”
“excuse me?”
“you heard me,” he gets up from the couch, “you're definitely stupid, but not deaf.”
you're shocked, eyes wide and mouth open. “excuse me?!”
“wow maybe all that hoeing around made you deaf.”
“‘hoeing around’?” you ask
“oh please, I bet you've slept with at least 6 guys this month.”
you're hurt he would accuse you of such things. “for the fucking record, that was the first guy I've slept with in 3 months.”
“only 3?”
“oh my god, Colby! do you not get it?” you yell
“what, that you're a slut? I knew that part.”
“oh my fucking god! I'm in love with you for God's sake! get that through your thick ass skull!” you smack the side of his head.
“what…?” he holds where you hit him.
“yes! are you that fucking oblivious?!” you shout, gripping your hair. “I never knew you were so fucking blind.”
silence was all that came from him.
“oh, now you wanna shut the fuck up? yeah I love you, but I bet 100$ you like one of you're little bitches-” you get cut off by his lips crashing on yours.
“I'll show you that I'm better than him. I swear it, princess.”
Colby rips your panties off as he picks you up by your thighs. he hikes you up so your pussy is by his lips.
your back against the wall as his tongue flicks and sucks on your clit. your hands tangled in his dark hair, pushing him further into you.
the warm metal caressing your folds every time he licks a fat stripe up your pussy.
“just…. so you k-know. I'm still mad at you. oh fuck…” tears prick your eyes. his tongue felt too good.
he dives his tongue back into your hole, wanting every drop of your slick.
“fuck, Colbs.. cumming.” without enough time, your orgasm washes over you.
“hm, that was faster than that other guy. wasn't it?” he asks.
your eyes wide in realization that he was listening but before you could say anything, he tossed you on the couch.
Colby wastes no time getting his pants and boxers off. your mouth waters as you look at his cock.
‘he's bigger than the other guy..’
“just so you know, I'm not gonna go slow with you.” he says, mocking the guy from earlier.
his tip pushes past your folds as he goes faster.
he presses your knees into your chest, forcing you to take him deeper.
your back arches while you throw your head back, but he grips your chin making you look into his eyes.
“nuh uh, pretty girl. look at me while you take all of me. I want you to know who's fucking you this good.”
you never dared to look away from him, in fear he won't let you cum.
Colby's tip hitting right in that spot that makes you see stars. your pleas turn into incoherent babbling, hands losing all feeling and going limp at your sides, but still looking into his eyes.
“cu-... cum…” you surprisingly got out.
“come on, princess. cum for me, let everyone know who's making you feel this good.” he says.
those words make that rope snap inside you, pleasure taking control over you. you grab his cheeks and bring him in to kiss you.
he melts his lips into yours as he came inside you, your walls still twitching around him.
heavy pants are the only sounds in the whole room.
“I'm sorry for calling you a slut and saying you were hoeing around. I was jealous and seeing you with that guy made me extremely mad. I love you too.” he looks at you.
“I thought you didn't feel the same way so that's why I slept with him… I'm sorry.” you apologize.
“so… are we like.. a thing now?” he asks. “please say yes.” he adds.
“yes, Colby. I love you.”
“I love you too, y/n.”
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I AM LOVING THESE FRAT PEOER FICS, ESPECIALLY THE TEXTS THEYRE SO FUNNY, i was wondering if i could request frat peter having to save his girl from being hit on and followed by a guy (just happened to me)/ how he would react to it
ayyyyy yuhhhh, this is jumbles but i really didn't wanna seperate these parts. pls enjoy peter being daddy and doing a protec, also a lil sprinkle of spider-man
Peter’s room was pitch black.
When you first started sleeping over, he got you a nightlight so you could navigate to the bathroom easier and you’d gotten used to the small gold it cast on the wall. Some nights when you tossed and turned you’d find yourself looking over Peter’s face as he slept, the soft glow highlighting just enough of his features.
He hadn’t turned it on for you, but then again it wasn’t night when you fell asleep. It took you a moment to gather your surroundings, you don’t remember falling asleep and you’re not sure how long you’ve been out. You could hear music from the floor below you, it was muffled enough it wouldn’t’ve woken you.
You smack your lips, you have cotton mouth from hell. Searching Peter’s bedside you find less than a half full bottle of water and down it. Blinking awake you sit up, you feel bleary and unwelcoming to a party but you could really use a Peter hug right now. Maybe you could swoon him into ditching his party for cuddles and a movie.
Reaching for your phone, which had somehow landed under your pillow, you peer at the time and your eyes widen. You’d been asleep for almost six hours, you almost felt bad, you’d come over to hang out with Peter and ended up passing out in his bed.
‘awake and alive, come see me? :)’
After two minutes, ‘petey?’
Another three pass, ‘don’t make me come find you :(( i just want a hug.’
‘i promise you can go back to the party after.’
After five minutes of being left on delivered you sigh and drop your phone to the sheets while you stretch. You turn the bedside lamp on and stand, you look down at your outfit and decide against changing back into your clothes, you’d only go down for a minute or two.
Unprepared for everything you knew was happening, you unlock his door and step out into the bright hallway in only Peter’s frat shirt and workout shorts that were so short they were hidden under the hem of his shirt. Your feet dug into the plush carpet, you could feel how soft it was under your socks.
You feel dizzy walking down the stairs, the music gets gradually louder until you can't hear your own thoughts, you look into the kitchen as you stepped carefully and were unsuccessful in your first attempt. When you reached the landing you rubbed an eye and yawned, you almost turned back around.
The next place was the garage, dodging bodies as you moved through the enclosed space you held your breath when you walked through a smoke cloud. Peter wasn’t in the room, but his best friend was. You didn’t want to ruin his hang out, he was sandwiched between two girls while he shared a backwood, a hookah on the table in front of them.
“She lives,” he smiles when you approach, he’s made the first contact so you don’t feel as bad.
“I don’t even remember falling asleep,” you look down at your socks and bounce on your toes.
You watch Ethan take a hit of his backwood and you eye the smoke before he reaches his hand out, “you’re drooling,” you take it and inhale deeply, blowing it out and go to pass it before taking one more hit and handing it to the girl on his right.
“Do you know where Peter is?”
“Uh, no. Somewhere. Wanna hang here for a sec?” He takes a puff and hands it back to you, you cough hard on a deep hit.
“Nah, I’ll go find him, thanks though.” You nod and bow to the girls, “goodnight, ladies,” they return the sentiment. You turn back around, bumping shoulders with a stranger on your way out, you shoot an apologetic smile and slide past.
Bracing against the wall connecting to the kitchen you look at your phone again, with no new text you frown deeply and sigh. You’re so focused on finding a white cap you don’t see the body slide next to yours, when they speak you don’t notice they’re talking to you until they say it louder.
“You look comfortable,” your eyes flash down, you were.
“I am,” you swivel your neck around.
“It’s cute,” at last you look at him, he’s blonde and one front tooth is longer than the other. It’s charming on him, he has at least ten bracelets on and black fingernail polish. He’s a little interesting, you think he’s hitting on you but you give him the benefit of the doubt.
“Thank you, can you tell I wasn’t prepared for a party?” You give him a small spin, and he whistles.
“Prettiest girl here,” you curtsy and smile politely, “that’s very kind of you.” You go back to scanning the crowd, you see a flash of navy and poke up to see the figure better, it wasn’t him. Your face drops to a frown and you sigh, the new follower leans closer.
“Looking for someone?”
He is hitting on you, you commended his confidence. He’s playing with fire, flirting with you at Peter’s house. You’re wearing a branded shirt, isn’t it obvious you’re with someone in it? It’s a heather gray with blood red detailing, you couldn’t miss it.
“Parker, have you seen him?”
Blonde shakes his head, it’s not long or curly or brown like Peter’s, it makes you look away.
“Nah, I’ll keep you company though. I’m Connor, nice to meet you.” You eye his hand, you don’t want to shake it, you want to find Peter. In an effort to be polite you shake it and introduce yourself, he says it’s a beautiful name and you want to roll your eyes.
“What’s a nice girl like you doing involved with Parker? He’s a dick, you know.”
But he’s not. He can come off as abrasive but never, ever to you. With you he’s gentle and soft, he’s giggly and cuddly, he even uses baby talk sometimes, and he loves when you play with his hair. Peter’s not a mean guy by nature, but if he doesn’t know you or like you, he won’t pretend to be your best friend.
“He’s not at all, actually. You must not know him well enough.”
“I know him enough to know he’s a shit bag to girls, you’d be no exception.”
“Do you think that line earned you any points with me?”
Conner grins, “tell me, are you wearing pants under that? I hope not.” You immediately slide away from him, you frantically search for Peter in the crowd. When you can’t find him you try to find a familiar face, you know you have Ethan in the other room.
“That’s… not an appropriate thing to say to me. Pet- Parker will have you banned.”
His eyebrow quirks, “and he’s the good guy?”
Your eyes narrow, “he doesn’t sexually harass me.”
Conner scoffs, “you call that sexual harassment? If you want to cry wolf at least let me make it worth it.” You swallow harshly, you don’t like how it’s turning. You pull from the wall to go back to the garage, but Conner’s hand catches your wrist and tugs you back to him, it’s tight and you try to shake him off.
His smile looks less charming and more intimidating, “c’mon, don’t run away now. We just started having fun.” You tug your arm back harder, he tightens his hold and you wince. Hissing through your teeth you bend your knees, leaning into his grip.
“Please stop, you’re hurting me.”
“But then you’ll run away, and I’m just having so much fun.”
You blink back tears, it’s not about his tight touch it’s about being scared.
“I’m not. I’m seeing someone, I’m sorry.” Maybe if you’re gentle he won’t be as aggressive.
“Really? I’m not seeing him… Maybe he’s with another cheap whore.”
You see a blur pass by your face and suddenly a hand is wrapped tight around Conner’s shirt as his back and head are thrown against the wall. Your shoulder vibrates against the drywall, the sheer force of Conner’s entire body weight flinged into it.
“Get your fucking hands off her!” His body was pulled off the wall before he was thrown back, you wince as his head smacks off the wall, you look at the assaulter and stay silent. You’ve never seen Peter so livid.
“Get your fucking hands off her or I swear to god I’ll knock you out right fucking now!”
Your hand is dropped and you stagger several steps back, you want to pull Peter back but he’s a little too scary to stop at the moment. You’ve never seen him in a fit of range, and not that you think he would, but you didn’t know if he’d direct that on you.
“I should fucking kill you right now, don’t you ever put your hands on her again. Don’t talk to her, don’t even look in her general fucking direction.”
For someone who had a lot to say he’s real quiet now, you look away when his body is thrown back into the wall, you could imagine how sore and bruised he’d be the next day.
“Get out of my fucking house, and if I ever see you here again you won’t be walking out, do you fucking understand me?”
A timid nod, he shuffles off holding his ribs. You almost felt bad.
Peter turns to you the second he’s out the door, he races to your side and cups your face.
“My baby, are you okay?” You nod, when you blink you can see how upset he was. Eyebrows turned it, cheeks flushed. His eyes were glazed over and narrowed, all he saw was an enemy. But when he looked at you his features softened, hard eyes turned into soft puppy dog eyes. A small pout took over his clenched jaw, he looked as gentle as you always knew him to be.
“You were really upset.”
Peter’s face falls, “did I scare you? I’m sorry, trouble. I just panicked when I saw him holding you like that and you looked like he was hurting you.” You rub at your wrist, “he did.”
He holds your hand and looks it over, red marks that would bruise his fingerprints wrapped around your wrist. “I’m so so sorry, baby. I should’ve looked at my phone sooner.”
You breathe deeply, “it’s not your fault he was a weirdo. I just wanted a hug.” Peter feels his heart melt. “I know, I know you did. C’mere, give me a cuddle.”
You wrap your hands under his arms around his waist, your head tucks into his chest and you listen to the metronome of his heart. Peter’s strong hold is wrapped around your shoulders, he tugs you in even closer and rests his cheek on the top of your head. You sway against him for a moment, breaths matched, your chests rise and drop at the same time.
When you pull away you’re brought back in by Peter, something he hasn’t done before, you do it all the time. He’s never had such an urgency to have you in his hold, keep you steady against him. Keep you hidden and protected in his hold. It dawns on you that Peter was just as scared as you were, it makes you give in and melt back into him.
“Can we go upstairs?” You use your pout and his guilt to your advantage, almost immediately he presses a kiss to your forehead and tells you ‘anything you want, kid.’ Peter’s hand held yours tight all the way up the stairs, walking behind you, protecting you from any vantage point until you reached his door.
You didn’t even pause before hopping a few steps to his bed and jumping into it, you waited for the gentle beratement but didn’t hear anything, you poked your neck up and watched Peter scratch at his now naked curls.
Making grabby hands you give a yearning smile, you wanted Peter all to yourself and you got what you wanted. He abides the request and sits on the edge of the bed before kicking his shoes off and shimming out of his jeans.
The second he lays down you glue yourself to his side, you happily adjust as he does, you haven't given him any time to get comfortable. The second he gives you the ‘fine, you can lay on me’ look you tug your left thigh over his hip and sling your left arm over his chest. Your right arm bends and pulls at his air.
“You sure you’re alright?”
Your cheek smashes into his navy shirt as you nod, the cotton ultra soft under your skin. You peek an eye up, it’s a Ralph Lauren, you can’t deny the amazing thread count.
“I think you should give up on the physics major, you have a way better calling.”
Peter’s right hand started dragging down your back, his fingers tickling up your spine and back up. A comforting movement, it kept you pulling forward, Peter doesn’t give you many back rubs.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
You hum and trace spirals over his ribcage,“ever thought of being a superhero? I think you’d be alright at it.”
Peter snorts, the implausible irony doesn’t go past him.
“Just alright? I can’t give up my day job for ‘just alright’ can I?”
“Okay fine, you’d be like… I can’t compare you to Spider-Man cause he’s-” your mind derails, for a second Peter’s thankful, he’s never had the Spider-Man conversation with you and as far as he’s concerned, never will. Just mentioning the name makes him feel sticky with panic.
You stop swirling and look up at him, thinking of telling him made you bite back a grin. “If I tell you something do you promise to keep it between you and me and never, ever repeat it again?”
“Oh jeez.” The last time you said that it was something gross and girl related.
“I… okay, um… maybe I shouldn’t tell you,” you can’t stop giggling. You never said the words out loud, it wasn’t necessarily embarrassing but looking back on it, it was goofy and nerdy. Telling Peter would be a huge insight into your personality.
“Well now you have to tell me,” seeing you so giggly made him want to be too.
“Okay, so when I was like… I dunno, sixteen/seventeen maybe? I had a huge crush on Spider-Man.” Peter’s mouth twitches, you shake your head before he can make a joke. “Just wait, and I get that sounds creepy because we-” you gesture between yourself and Peter, “we have no idea who he is, right?”
“Right,” even if he wants to bolt from the conversation he can’t deny it’s cute.
“But in my world I was like, no he’s definitely my age and he’s gonna totally save me and we’re totally gonna fall in love and have some weird mutant spider-babies. Side question, do you think he was born that way? Like, are there spider people walking around we don’t know of? Could Spider-Man have regular babies? If he has a baby with a human, I mean. Do you ever think about that?”
Yes.
“I don’t think I’ve ever thought about reproducing with Spider-Man, so, no.”
You’re not pleased with his lack of imagination, he could at least have fun with it. You raised a pointer finger, “we’ll circle back to this,” You continue with your story, “but, what I’m admitting to you, is my deepest, darkest secret, that I’ve never told anyone by the way!”
You try to finish but pause and turn your head away to laugh before saying the words.
“I used to read Spider-Man fanfiction. Like, everyday, all the time.”
Peter’s heart lurches, it’s a downright adorable confession. Not to mention the odds of you being semi-right and things falling into place, he’s not a big universal sign guy but this is one that he might be swayed on. Cause he definitely was your age and he’s learned he can’t stop everything, it was a hard truth, but one good thing he couldn’t stop was Love.
“Oh my god, me too!” You bat your hands at his chest, he was taking the piss.
“I told you my deepest darkest secret and that’s all I get!?” Peter grabs the hand you’re poking him with and intertwines it with his own, “Alright, alright. I got one for you.” Your held tilts, he knows you’re saying ‘go on…’
“I was fourteen with a dream, I had heard all about it from my friends and I needed one. I was ready for it, I had been preparing. How to ask for it, saving up the money, making sure the right guy was working that night. It took time and patience but I finally had it, right there in my hands.”
A dramatic build up, it made you, metaphorically, sit on the edge of your seat. When Peter sees he’s got your attention he makes a ‘boom!’ sound effect.
“My very first nudie mag,” you snort and he clicks his tongue, “not done yet.”
“It was beautiful, and it was mine. I had a whole fucking book of spank bank material there, babe. This was the first time I’d ever looked at porn, and it felt like a right of passage so I’m on cloud nine. Obviously, I go straight home and the whole time I’m on the bus back I'm looking at everyone with this brown paper bag and feeling like I just got away with murder.”
Peter laughs, “oh god, no one but my aunt May and now you know about this, okay?”
You nod, you feel like the most special person in the house at the moment.
“I waited hours, and finally, I’m home alone. Boom, go time. Shut and lock my door, set up the lotion and tissues, and pull that glorious brown paper bag from under my mattress. At this point I have a full on adrenaline boner, I am tugging down my pants at the speed of lighting, pull out that glossy, pristine magazine of the holy gods and open it.”
Your smile matches the one on Peter’s face, “and it’s a guy, dick out and all. Not what I expected but cool, so I flip the page and there’s another, and another, and another and finally I’m no longer excited and I start flipping through the pages. I distinctly remember saying ‘where are the fucking girls?’ and after looking at, at least, eighteen penises, I realized it was a guy magazine, not a for guys magazine.”
Yor smack a hand over your mouth at the sound that came out, he nods at your reaction like he expected it. “Yeah…” he drawed out the word and you cackled, “oh my god.”
“Was there a guy on the cover?”
“Yes! I had never seen one before and I thought that the guy meant it was for guys, not that it was full of guys!”
“Man, I was so pissed. It cost me like thirty bucks too, cause the guy charged a tax for selling to minors. The worst part is I wasn’t sure how to get rid of it so I put it back where it was and my aunt found it like a year later and I had to have so many “you don't have to be ashamed of who you are” conversations, the whole time I’m like, rocking back and forth foaming at the mouth explaining the situation and begging her to believe me when I say I’m not gay.”
You tug at his hair, “just so you know, you don’t have to be ashamed of who you are.”
Peter groans, “that’s it, now you and May can never be in the same room.”
“Yeah, right. Like you’d ever have us in the same room.”
“Of course not, you’d team up and try and coax me out of my non-existent closet.”
Nuzzling into him you both tease each other and more than a few times Peter finds his fingers rubbing across your ribs sending you digging into him further and further. Wheezing as you laugh and try to run away from his tickles he rolls over to trap you underneath him before kissing you.
Peter lowered his voice, keeping it a secret, you gave him a deep, dark secret and he’ll give one back.
“Just so you know, I’d do anything for you. I’d even let you be in the same room as my aunt.”
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A Hargreeves Christmas Carol | Five Hargreeves/ F Reader | Ch5 Final Chapter!
SUMMARY: Luther is the sort of idiot who goes around with a 'Merry Christmas' and a goofy smile on his lips. In your opinion, he should be roasted with his own turkey and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. Who better to teach you the error of your ways than Luther's brother, the man who holds the power of Christmases Past, Present, and Yet to Come in the palm of his hand? Info/Announcement Post
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Chapter Five (Rated E, 4.9k words)
The End of It
You awoke on Christmas day with a feeling of unreality. Was any of it real? Was this real?
Yet the bedsheets were your own, the bed was your own, the bedroom was your own. And, as what happened solidified in your mind, you realised that, best and happiest of all, all the time ahead of you was your own.
Time to make amends, time to build some bridges, time to live your life.
Today, you had three things to do. As you jumped in the shower, you imagined each of them with a smile. The first was so simple, the second so overdue, and the last so needed.
The first two could be completed almost immediately so, fresh out of the shower, you immediately set about choosing a nice outfit for the day.
As the wardrobe door creaked open, you smiled again. It was a beautiful wardrobe, big enough for a grown man to hide in before taking you on the trip of a lifetime. For that, you’d love it as long as you lived.
Dressed, you cantered into the living room intent on another piece of furniture. The old bureau had been left virtually untouched since the apartment passed into your name. You laid hands on it, smile trembling with emotion, and felt beneath your palms before you unlocked it.
There it all was: keepsakes and framed photographs stacked or stowed away in inner drawers. Your hand went automatically to the topmost drawer, where you knew you’d find what you were seeking. You remembered carrying it numbly back from the hospital and locking it up tight; locking away the fact she was gone.
You picked up her necklace and held it to the light. The silver encrusted with rhinestones still looked like diamonds to your eyes. It sat on her collarbone, twinkling in the light day after day. The pendant was one snowflake-delicate flower hanging from another, leaf detailing leading off them to form Y shape up each side of the chain.
It was her all over, and you kissed the pendant in your hand.
“I love you, Grandma.”
Your heart fluttered with the small moment of feeling, and then soared as you fastened it around your own neck. It was like a talisman: with its comforting weight against your chest, you could honour the past, live for the present, and look with new eyes towards the future.
The first of your three tasks done, you set about the second, pulling out your phone and sitting down to compose a message to Robbie.
When you rang their doorbell later that morning, intent on your third task, you bounced nervously on the balls of your feet, bottles clinking in the stuffed-full bags by your sides.
Sloane answered, and you faltered, remembering what you heard her say yesterday, but when you looked at her face, she seemed more surprised than anything.
“Happy Christmas,” you said, smiling a little awkwardly.
She returned your greeting with a slightly cold smile.
“Is Luther in?” you asked, “He invited me today, but I was pretty rude to him so…”
You tailed off, and her expression softened slightly.
“I brought booze.” you joked tentatively, “A peace offering.”
Sloane smiled then.
“Come in, it’s cold out there. He’s in the kitchen.”
“Cooking since five AM I bet?”
She gave a surprised chuckle.
“Yes actually. They’re been working their asses off. Just let me go get him.”
You gave her brief thumbs up and she walked briskly towards the kitchen.
You looked around affectionately at the Academy’s entrance hall. Far from being intimidating, it now felt like an old friend.
Only a few seconds later, hurried footsteps announced Luther’s arrival.
“You came!” he cheered, bounding towards you.
He was wearing an expression of pure, unbridled joy on his face and a comically tiny apron embroidered with poinsettias and adorned with frills. You held out your arms and hugged him.
“Happy Holidays. I’m so sorry about yesterday,” you said fervently, “I was such an asshole.”
“Forget it,” Luther replied, sounding as if life could afford no greater promise for the day than to have you here, “water under the bridge.”
“I don’t deserve you.” you said, hugging him harder, “Thank you so much for putting up with me.”
“I don’t put up with you, I like you.”
When you broke apart, you briefly hugged Sloane too.
“You’ll stay all day, right?” she asked, “And sleep over. We have so many spare rooms.”
Apparently her dislike of you wasn’t so deep that a decent apology couldn’t undo it all, and you were glad for that fact. You knew from Luther that Sloane was his perfect match, and you hoped to find a friend in her too.
“If you’ll have me, I’d love to stay.”
“Gladly,” said Five’s voice.
You broke apart from Sloane to find Five standing in the doorway, clad in his own frilly apron tied over his new sweater and drying his hands on a dishtowel.
Though you said goodbye to him only a few hours ago, it felt like much longer. You felt renewed, joyful, and invigorated, and with it came a new perspective. Every person was a fellow passenger onwards through time, but only you and Five were united in having seen the destination and decided to change it.
Luther and Sloane exchanged a significant look as you and Five moved towards each other.
“Happy Christmas,” you said.
The consciousness of what passed the previous night crackled between you, and you exchanged conscious, conspiratorial smiles.
“Happy Christmas.” he replied, tucking the distowel in his apron pocket, “Nice necklace.”
“Thanks. Nice apron.”
He gave a self conscious smile, and his arms gave a strange sort of twitch outwards, hands hovering uncertainly at his sides as if he wasn’t sure what to do with them.
You took pity on him and hugged him, which he gladly returned.
So far, most of your touches had been unconscious, unconsidered, or instinctive. This time, you made a conscious decision to kiss him on the cheek. It was platonic enough, but that didn’t stop Five’s grip almost imperceptibly tightening around your upper arm as shivers ran down his spine.
The four of you entered the living room, where you were finally introduced to the people you’d seen last night. Viktor and his girlfriend Annabelle, visiting for Christmas for the first time; Klaus all smiles in his sequins; and Lila and Diego, joined at the hip.
“You’ve been cooking with him?” you said to Five in an undertone the moment you got an opportunity, “That’s sweet.”
One corner of Five’s mouth rose in his lopsided smile.
“He’s a surprisingly good cook, actually. Taught me a thing or two.”
“I’m glad for you.”
“What are you two whispering about?” asked Lila, honing in on an interesting dynamic with the precision of a sniper.
Five turned to her with the air of a father holding his patience with a bratty child.
“Just making a pact to grin and bear it when one of you idiots inevitably suggests Charades after dinner.”
“Ooh! Charades!” Lila said, boisterously, “Yeah, great idea!”
“Uh. Charades?” grumbled Diego.
“Shut up, Diego,” she scolded, slapping him on the arm, “don’t be a killjoy.”
The day progressed as most family Christmases do: there was Christmas meal in which the potatoes were slightly overcooked (Five’s fault), little squabbles breaking out over the gravy, (Diego and Luther’s fault), and one serving platter broken in the production-line of dishwashing (a mortified Annabelle’s fault).
Afterwards you all retired back to the living room and, while Viktor piled up the fire and the family began to chat, someone mentioned drinks.
“I brought some stuff with me from Maggie’s,” you said, eagerly, “I thought I could say thank you for inviting me by making a few cocktails, if you’d like that?”
“You sure?” asked Luther, looking at you doubtfully, “I don’t want you to feel like you’re at work.”
“I’d love to actually,” you said, earnestly, “mixology never feels like work to me.”
You caught Five’s eye, but continued speaking as if to Luther.
“And I’m taking a step back in the New Year anyway. I’ve asked Robbie to manage the place for me.”
“Really?” Sloane asked, surprised, as you went to grab your supplies from the entrance hall.
“Mm-hm,” you said, re-entering the room, “It’s long overdue. Robbie’s always wanted to manage, and I need to reevaluate what I want in life.”
“Good for you,” said Five, quietly.
You couldn’t help but look at him then. His approval felt good. Very good.
“I wanted to try out a recipe idea I had.” you said, again deliberately addressing anyone but Five, “Tell me what you think: it’s whisky, cinnamon, maple syrup, egg white, and a dash of lemon.”
You turned to catch Five’s eye as you finished, eyes practically sparkling with mischief:
“I call it the Ebenezer Splooge.”
There was a polite chuckle around the room, and Five’s face worked very hard not to draw attention to himself. There was a blush high on his cheek, and his mouth gave a violent twitch.
“Hence the egg white?” he asked, careful to keep his voice steady.
“You’re a quick learner,” you replied.
Five bit his lip, the line bringing back the memories you’d deliberately evoked; that night back in March when you turned his drunk ass down. It hit something inside him.
Up until last night, he’d been content with masochism: drinking in your little touches whenever he could get them, enjoying the flirting and quietly dying inside every time you so much as poured a drink with that elegant poise of yours.
He couldn’t do it anymore, not when he knew what it was to hold you in his arms, to feel your lips on his skin, to be party to your grief and revelations. It was better to look to love that he could have rather than pining after yours. It felt so near sometimes, yet, whenever he reached for it, it was inaccessible.
The promised game of charades came and went. The booze flowed, and the atmosphere got livelier. It was all a whirl of caterwauled Christmas songs, champagne, and late-night turkey sandwiches.
They were a friendly group, and it felt good to be among them. This was what Christmas was supposed to be, spending time with people who made you feel loved and welcome.
By this stage, all of you had been dancing, and you flopped down on the couch beside Five, a stitch in your side.
“I’m going to have to go to bed,” you said, grinning at him, “Klaus is going to tire me out!”
“He has that effect.” Five remarked, glancing fondly at his brother, “Want me to show you to a guest room?”
“Yes please.”
You said your goodnights, and when you were both out of earshot in the entrance hall, Luther turned to Sloane:
“I bet you fifty dollars Five doesn’t come back downstairs.”
“It’s about time,” Sloane replied, grinning, “he’s been hung up on her for months.”
“How about you and I go upstairs?” he said, with a sly smile.
“Soon, sugarplum,” she promised, and kissed him gently.
“So you’re taking a step back from Maggie’s?” Five said, as you mounted the stairs together.
“Yeah,” you said, with a gentle smile, “I woke up this morning and I just knew. I don’t want to sell the bar, but I don’t want to spend my life chained to it either.”
“So what’s your plan now?”
“The plan is no plan,” you beamed, “I’m just going to build my bridges, follow my heart, have some fun, and see where it leads. I’ve got some catching up to do.”
Five was silent for a few moments.
“And where’s your heart leading you now?” he asked, uncertainly.
“No idea. I guess we’ll see.”
He stopped and opened a nearby door.
“Does this room work for you?” he asked, casting an eye around to check its suitability.
“Are you in love with me?”
He blinked once at the unexpected question, and then answered without hesitation or preamble, as if he was simply giving you the time.
“Yes.”
Your arms, legs and sex tingled with the admission.
This was it. You were done with self denial and done with pushing people away. Five was everything you wanted right now, and you wanted to pull him as close as two people could be.
“Then spend the night with me.”
His mouth fell open, and he let out one or two disbelieving breaths. You took each of his elbows and pulled him closer to you.
“This is…unexpected,” he said, and swallowed.
Your eyes immediately flew appreciatively to his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, and when you raised your hand to touch his face, you were surprised to see a hard expression there.
“I don’t want to be a one night thing for you.”
“You won’t be.”
“I don’t believe you.” he replied, resentfully, “You just said that your plan is ‘no plan’. You’re just throwing spaghetti at the wall and seeing what sticks. I’m not going to-”
You silenced him with a kiss, pulling him to you by the collar. It was one you’d been holding back for as long as he had, and when your lips connected with his, you felt your body wanting to melt, permeate his skin and sink into him.
You could taste his last scotch on his lips, you could smell that maddening cologne.
But he took you by the upper arms and pushed you away, firmly.
“Five,” you pleaded, “Five, please. Please.”
“No. I’m not going to be some experiment for you. I’ve wanted you for too long to just be some no strings fuck. I’m done.”
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” you pleaded, shaking him slightly by the front of his sweater, “Pretty much since you first came into Maggie’s!”
There was a needy, beseeching tone in your voice. It would have embarrassed you before, but now it just felt good to wear your heart on your sleeve. He opened his mouth to object, but you spoke over him:
“I’ve been hiding from my feelings for years: hiding from Grandma dying, hiding from how I feel about you, and I’m done hiding!”
Five looked down at you, at your pleading face.
To think you were literally begging him for sex - the stuff of his wildest fantasies - and he was turning you down.
He bit his lip again and looked up at the ceiling, away from you, and tried to think.
This didn’t help quell your desire, finally released from its bounds after years of repression and cold showers. His neck looked unbelievable, all stretched and arched that way, and it took some restraint not to dive forward and taste his skin.
“God, Five. I need you.”
He let out a little growl of frustration.
“No. I need to know we have a chance at a future!”
The fragile note in his voice broke through your fever. Guiltily, you loosed your hold on his sweater and backed off.
You closed your eyes for a second or two, and then spoke again:
“Okay. I understand. I’m sorry I kissed you like that.”
“It’s fine,” he croaked, sounding far away.
You put a hand on the spare bedroom door frame, signalling your intent to leave him alone.
“I’m going to go to bed, but let’s talk in a few days, okay?”
He nodded, opened his mouth to speak, and then closed it again.
“Maybe we’ll go for dinner?” you added, tentatively, “We can take it slow. You’re worth the wait.”
He flushed at this, and his fingers moved restlessly at his sides.
You gave him an understanding smile, and then, echoing his leavetaking of the previous evening, you took one of his hands, raised it to your lips, and gave two delicate kisses to the backs of those fingers.
“Goodnight,” you said, tenderly, “Thanks for today. And last night. Thanks for everything.”
With that, you retreated into the bedroom.
But before you could close the door, he was over the threshold.
“I won’t last long,” he said, voice low.
And, before you could process what he meant, he kicked the door closed behind him with a bang, pulled his sweater over his head and cast it away from him.
If his voice smoldered, his eyes were aflame; being the object that gaze felt like being scalded by hot honey. It seared your skin.
With a rush from your toes upwards, you threw yourself at him, sending him falling back against the door with another loud bang.
His tongue was in your mouth: plunging, searching, tasting; teeth clashing against yours with the urgency of desire. You moaned into his mouth and sagged, weak with the feel of it, and he grunted in displeasure. His hand came to the back of your head and held you fast, pressing your face harder against his.
Though you initiated the kiss, though it was you pressing him against the door, though it was you begging for this only a few moments prior, it was his passion that won out, leaving you wilting in his arms, eyes helplessly closed.
At last he came up for air, loosening his hold on you and breathing hard.
He looked too full of lust for words, eyes were darting all over you, teeth exposed. You could relate, your pussy aching like a tuning fork struck too hard.
You dropped immediately to your knees, hands coming up to fumble at his waistband.
He groaned in anticipation, head hitting the door as he slumped back against it, the mere prospect of being sucked almost undoing him.
“You shouldn’t -” he gasped, sounding a little embarrassed, even through the lust-induced haze. “I’ll come. It’s been a long time, I’m already-”
But he gasped again when you took him, hard and heavy, into your hand. It was clear that he hadn’t been exaggerating; his white underwear and pink cockhead were already moist with leaked arousal.
His cock was thick, uncut, and long enough to exceed your grip by half. His shaft was curved and sculptural like his forearms; veins standing out attractively. It twitched invitingly in your hand and, as a little more precome dripped from the slit, you felt yourself gush into your panties.
“I want to taste you,” you said, looking up at him.
“And I want to give you a good time,” he said, fretfully.
“You will.” you smirked, lips an inch away from his tip.
He answered only with another sound, and when you tasted him, he hissed, and bucked his hips immediately into your mouth.
“I’m sorry,” he whimpered, “it’s hard to control.”
You only smiled and took him back into your mouth, tasting the salt of his arousal, the delicate musk of his cock, and yet drinking in his whines more greedily than either.
“Oh fuck,” he choked.
He was perfect: sensitive and desperate. He writhed, cursed, tensed, and whimpered: one fist contracting in your hair and the other against the door handle as he fought fiercely against the need to come.
You took pity on him then, content with having had him in your mouth for the few moments he could manage.
“You’re going to kill me,” he said, breathlessly.
You grinned up at him.
“Then eat my pussy and calm down.”
His cock twitched, and he gave another small cry.
“That didn’t help!” he yelped, agonized.
You chuckled mischievously and stood, just he started to unbutton his shirt, kicking the pants and underwear off from around his ankles.
Even this momentary delay to getting some part of your body back on some part of his was too much, and you cast your dress away as roughly as Five had his sweater. Meanwhile, he was wriggling out of his shirt, swearing as his wrists caught in the cuffs. Your fingers shook as you unclasped your bra and, as you struggled, his eyes fed on you.
“Can I take off your panties?” he asked.
No sooner had you answered in the affirmative, finally succeeding in removing the cursed bra, Five was on his own knees, shimmying your panties down your legs, and helping you to step out of them.
“Against the wall,” he growled, cock protruding invitingly between his legs and bobbing with his movement.
No sooner had you obeyed than his mouth was inches away from your pussy, helping one leg up onto his shoulder to give him better access.
He looked at you for a moment, fascinated.
“Holy shit,” he said, awed, “you’re so wet.”
“I’ve been wet since the hallway!” you breathed.
With that same expression of fascination, he dragged a single finger between your labia, from your hole all the way to your clit, collecting your juices, and then put it in his mouth.
He let out a low moan as he sucked his finger clean, one hand darting lower to gently roll his foreskin back and forth.
He looked up at you with a cocky grin at the effect he’d already had on you, the appearance of even more thick fluid evidence enough that you liked what you saw.
He leaned forward, nose less than an inch away from you, and lingered there.
“Please!” you said, desperately.
“Call this payback for the Ebenezer Splooge,” he said, playfully.
“No! Please!”
He took another, momentary pause, and then mused:
“You do sound good when you beg.”
His tongue protruded, his breath hot and torturous against your inflamed, excited pussy… and then he paused there, tongue tip millimeters from your clit.
Just as one of your hands came to urge him forward by means of his hair, he gave your clit two or three experimental licks.
You squeaked, hand finding a grip in his hair anyway, and he dragged his tongue deliberately up and down.
“Oh fff-fuck.”
He hummed delightedly against you, and started to eat you out in earnest, kissing your labia, slipping his tongue inside you, and alternating between nudging your clit and sucking on it.
You urged him on, trying hard not to moan too loudly, stroking his thick hair, and trying hard not to surrender too much of your weight to the wall as your supporting leg went weak.
His face wormed its way further between your thighs, and his mouth closed around your clit, lips and tongue at work against you, eating you like a ripe fig; sucking your juices down his throat with a snarling, feral sound.
As it turned out, Five didn’t need to worry about his lack of stamina: he might not last long, but neither did you. With only a few minutes of concerted licking, tongue swiping side to side, he only had to introduce a finger for you to keen, shout, and then come.
You flailed and cursed as the pleasure slammed through you like a wave smashing you against the rocks. It floored you, and then that hot-honey was back, engulfing all your senses in a thick, shimmering molasses haze.
As the feeling subsided, Five slowed his licks, kissing your pussy lips and easing you out of the orgasm with increasingly gentle attentions, mercifully avoiding your over-sensitive clit.
When your breathing was back to normal, you unhooked your leg from his shoulder, and he looked up at you, face wet with your juices.
“Good?”
You didn’t need to answer him, your fucked-out haze of an expression was enough.
He smirked and stood so that you were on a level once more. He kissed you deeply, hands coming to cup and fondle each of your asscheeks and holding you up as you slumped bonelessly against him.
“We need a condom.” you said, breathlessly.
“Right,” he agreed, distractedly, setting you on your feet and bending to locate his wallet from his pants pocket.
“Still in date,” he said, sounding slightly surprised as his trembling fingers located the rubber and opened the package, “I haven’t needed one in a while.”
“You can’t get STDs from the cable porn ladies,” you quipped.
“Shut up,” he smiled, rolling the condom down his shaft and leading you to the bed.
He sat down on its edge and looked up at you.
Ride me,” he said huskily, “I promise I won’t take long.”
Though already exhausted from your orgasm, the need to have him inside you overwhelmed it, and you nodded. He guided you onto his lap facing him, your thighs around his waist and his arms around your own.
As wet as you were, it was still a slow, tight slide down onto his cock. Five buried his head between your breasts with a strangled moan at the sensation, intense even through the condom. When you started to ride him, he was beside himself in no time at all, feet planting on the floor and pushing helplessly up and into you.
It felt good; full and intimate with your arms wrapped around each other, eyes and mouths occasionally locked as you thrust into one another, meeting the other’s body and pushing as deep as you could go.
It was his face that made your nipples harden, the feel of his strong, lithe body between your thighs that made you bite your lip, and his pelvis moving against yours that made you bend to finally taste his neck.
“Fuck,” he said, roughly, “Gonna come already. Been too long - thinking about you - can’t believe we’re - oh sh-iii-t!”
He came with a yell, surging upwards in the grip of his orgasm, head thrashing and arms tightening reflexively around you. His thrusts became disorganised, messy and uncontrolled, eyes screwed up, teeth gnashing against the air, and neck once more arching in that delicious way.
He collapsed onto the bed, panting, and you leaned forward to give him a final kiss before climbing off him and wriggling into bed beside him.
You stroked his hair idly as he came down from the high, regaining his breath and dealing with the condom. For a few moments afterwards, he just stared at the ceiling.
“That was amazing,” you said.
“Yeah,” he replied, distractedly.
“All okay?”
“Yes,” he said, sitting up but not turning to face you, “I’m gonna go get cleaned up, but I’ll be back, okay?”
Sitting in his pajamas on his own bed, Five plucked another hair and inserted it into the briefcase on his lap.
He’d get over you. If that really was a quick fuck while you rediscovered yourself, then that would suck, but he could face it and survive. What he couldn’t face was becoming that lonely man with the child-molester mustache.
He had to know that it wasn’t inevitable. Because if that wasn’t inevitable, then it proved that the power really was still in his hands.
And maybe it even proved that he had a chance to make you love him back.
He set the briefcase to the same date as last night, braced through the static of time travel, and then immediately regretted not putting on shoes.
Snow was soaking through his socks.
“Great,” he grumbled.
He was standing in the front yard of a little house, alone on a snowy country road, and a quick glance at the briefcase proved to him that it was the same night as before: Christmas Eve, ten years from the present.
It was different, that was for sure.
He hurried as quickly as possible off the snow and onto its covered doorstep, where the light from the front window drew him to it. With a strange sense of deja vu (shouldn't he be standing beside an azelea?), he looked through.
There was a small but cozy living room, a lit wood fire, a Christmas tree with wrapped gifts beneath, and himself.
He was wearing the same sweater Klaus got him for this Christmas, his socked feet up on the coffee table and a book in his hand, reading contentedly. Instead of the pedo ’stache, he sported only a little scruff around his jaw.
It was all he needed to see, and Five let out a deep sigh of relief.
Alone he might be, but with that many presents beneath the tree, he at least had family coming.
It was almost perfect, he thought, as he set up the briefcase for the return journey.
But then something caught the periphery of his vision.
There you were, entering the room and handing him what had to be a glass of Ebenezer Splooge, garnished with a twist of orange zest.
“Hi,” he whispered, climbing back into the guest bed beside you.
“Hey,” you replied, sleepily, shuffling up beside him and laying your head on his shoulder.
For a few moments, he just enjoyed the warmth from inside and out.
“Thank you for tonight,” he whispered, “that was amazing.”
“It was a long time coming,” you mumbled, “and when we wake up, we’re doing it again.”
“Good,” he said, breathing in the smell of your hair.
His future was all here in the here and now: his family downstairs, you held here in his arms, and his resolution to deserve it all by being good to you all.
And he’d do it too. He’d be better than his word. He’d be as good a friend, as good a brother, and as good a man as he could. Perhaps his siblings might laugh to see the change in him - all loved up and cheerful for once - but he found he didn’t care. His heart sang: and that was quite enough for him.
As he drifted off to sleep, the woman he loved in his arms, he barely heard your sweet voice as it observed:
“Your feet are fucking freezing!”
The End
A/N: Did you think I was ending this without smut? Have you met me? Thank you for all your lovely comments and reblogs throughout this fic and all my others this year. They really do make the difference and constitute roughly 80% of my self esteem. Happy Christmas to all who celebrate, and here's to a better 2025, (slim hope, but bring on the revolution etc etc).
Scrooge and Bob Cratchit, or The Christmas Bowl by John Leech, 1843 in Dickens' A Christmas Carol, first edition (1843).
Dickens' A Christmas Carol full text available here.
Read it! It's a much better than this, and you can see how many lines I stole verbatim or clumsily referenced.
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You send Katsuki nudes.
Warnings: Katsuki aged up | NSFW | Rough
1,500 words~
You hesitantly pulled out the seductive outfit you had just embarrassingly bought at the lingerie store and laid it on the bed. Your face burnt red hot just looking at it laid out.
What on earth were you thinking?
No! You couldn't chicken out now! You took a deep breath in and started to strip out of your clothes and change into the lingerie that consisted of a skirt, thong, thigh-high socks, and a lace bralette top.
"This is fine- this is fine," You repeated to yourself as you slipped on the very revealing outfit. Once on you checked yourself out in the mirror. A small squeak escaped your lips, as you hardly recognized yourself in this outfit.
You turned around to look at the outfit from behind, glancing at how the skirt was so short part of your ass was visible. You had seen many pictures of girls wearing similar styled outfits but seeing it on yourself felt foreign. You didn't think of yourself as ugly but seeing yourself as sexually attractive was new.
You couldn't deny that you felt a sense of newfound power and self-esteem. Still glancing at yourself from behind in the mirror, you bent over slightly watching the skirt ride up and expose the thong that ran between your cheeks and covered your entrance.
A new blush ran across your face at the sight, were you really going to do this? Ok ok, you took another deep breath. You would just take the pictures and then decide from there. Yeah- ok-
You grabbed your phone and unlocked it with your fingers shaking.
Damn it- it's just a picture nothing to be nervous about yet you told yourself. You sat down in front of your mirror, phone covering your face, and snapped a pic. Having another idea come to mind you stood up and placed the phone behind you angling up under your skirt.
You eagerly looked at the pictures and felt your breath catch in your throat.
They were hot.
You didn't expect to like them as much as you did. Ok- ok- you hyped yourself up. Just do it before you lose your nerve. Quickly, before you could second guess yourself you went to your text messages clicking on Katsuki's chat. You selected the two pictures and pressed send.
Tossing your phone across the room, you threw yourself on your bed and hid your face in your pillow.
Oh god-
What would he think?
Would he even respond?
It wasn't even a moment later that you heard your phone buzz. You ran off the bed to quickly look at the message.
It was Katsuki.
You felt your heart drop and adrenaline skyrocket. What would he say? You nervously unlocked your phone.
Wow. Someone wants my attention, don't they?
Your cheeks turned a flaming red as you hid your face in your knees.
AHH! What should you say back?
You tried to think of a witty response but nothing came to mind. You tried to take deep breaths, but it was no use with your heart pounding out of your chest. It was then you heard a loud explosion outside, followed by a tap at your window.
You ran to the window to see Katsuki perched on the window seal waiting for you to let him in. You opened the window and he quickly jumped in.
"Wow, looks even better in person," He grinned devilishly. You blushed and averted your gaze down to his feet. Katsuki put a finger under your chin and pulled your head up forcing you to make eye contact with him. "Tell me. What are you hoping to do in that outfit?" He asked with such an intense glare back into your eyes that your whole body shivered.
You swallowed hard trying to mask your nervousness, "You of course," you answered, voice trembling slightly.
Katsuki's devilish grin grew even wider. "Be careful what you wish for," He said, throwing you hard against the bed.
You had no time to recover from the breath being knocked out of your lungs before his tongue made its way into your mouth as if it had the sole purpose of keeping you breathless.
Your whole body felt as though it was on fire as he straddled you pinning you to the bed. It didn't make any sense to you but you craved his roughness. As if every time it was a challenge to see how much farther he would take you to your limits.
The excitement you felt by your encounters with him was indescribable and you began to think you were becoming addicted.
Katsuki pulled his lips away from yours to take in the sight of you beneath him. You tried to sit up and make contact with his lips again.
Katsuki roughly pushed your shoulders back down to the bed, "I didn't say you could get up," He snapped at you. An amused smile spread on your face at his demands. "Hu?" He grumbled.
Katsuki had been rough with you many times before but this was the first time he noticed it elicited a smile on your face.
"You- You like being mistreated don't you?" He asked, eyes widening with excitement.
You didn't respond but squirmed under him pushing your hips up to press harder into him.
Katsuki came crashing back down on you again. Hand on your throat he moved his lips close to your ear whispering, "I think we're going to make a fun pair."
You tiited your head to lick his cheek.
Katsuki shot up again looking down at you, understanding you were intentionally testing him- being a brat for him. Your gaze met his as he saw the anticipation in your eyes of his response.
He laughed heavily, "I can see you are eager to taste me, but I don't think you've earned it." He said, grabbing your hand and placing it on his bulge. You obediently palmed at his bulge through his pants.
Katsuki ran his index finger across your entrance over your panties causing you to let out a gasp and bite your lip.
"You're so excited for me it's pathetic," he laughed again as he pushed your panties aside and slid a finger into your entrance. You whimpered at his intrusion.
Continuing to press inside you with his finger he moved his thumb to rest on your clit. Your hand instinctively grabbing at his arm in anticipation.
"I'm sorry have you forgotten about me," He said commenting on how lazily you were palming at his dick now.
You moved to undo his pants causing his dick to spring free.
"Good girl," he said, as you placed a hand around his girth working all of his inches. It was then he began to make circles around your clit with his thumb while placing a second finger to curl inside you.
You whimpered harder at his touches and your hips instinctively thrust with his moments.
"You're so obedient, I could do anything I wanted with you couldn't I?" He said watching your pleasurable movements and basking in the sounds you made just for him. "Alright turn around," he said, removing his hand from you suddenly leaving your clit swollen and begging for more.
You followed his demands without a second thought as he placed you in front of him. "I know you want me because I'm going to be a pro hero someday. You can't wait to tell all your friends you fucked me," He said, placing his tip inside your entrance.
You mewled as he pressed more of his inches into you.
"Isn't that right?" he asked, craving confirmation.
Mhm~
You nodded, biting your lip as you adjusted to his girth.
"I feel bad for any men you're with in the future. Nothing can compare to the thrill of being with me," He said, moving in and out slowly teasing you to his full length.
"You're ruined now, you know that don't you?" He said down to you, as he pressed his full length into you bottoming out. A moan escaped your lips.
"But remember, you wanted this," He said, as he began to thrust hard and swiftly into you. You mewled and gasped for air as Katuski's fast thrusts left you no time to recover in between. His length and girth made you want to scream.
You found it hard to keep yourself up as he pressed into you harder. The sounds of his balls clapping against you echoed through the room along with his heavy pants and your screams of pleasure.
"Get up," he instructed suddenly and pulled you up by the shoulder. Roughly he then forced you down to the floor on your knees as he worked his hand up and down the full length of himself.
"Smile for me will you?" He said, placing a finger under your chin to tilt your head up as he climaxed, his release shooting out onto your face.
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Need a release 18+
Reader x Ellie Carpenter
Word count: 5.1k
A/n: I felt like Ellie Carpenter was long over due. Here’s the third fan fic for this week! Hope y’all enjoy, thank you for reading.
Warning: Smut, dirty talk, daddy kink, squirting, unprotected sex, Creampies, blow job, throat pie, R doming Ellie, Ellie receiving, Ellie begging, Spanking, leg trapping, clit teasing, pussy slapping. Positions: Missionary, Doggy, Standing up, on side.
*Y/n's pov*
Me and Ellie are roommates for this camp. It was the third day of camp, we had the day off so we were trying to figure out what to do.
"Wanna text some of the girls and see what they want to do?" Ellie exaggerates and falls onto the bed.
I giggle at her actions. "Okay miss dramatic."
Ellie laugh. "Shut up Y/n." She murmurs into her pillow.
I smile and mess around on my phone. Ellie was laying on her bed, she was laying in her side. Her ass was facing me, her shorts were riding up her ass a bit. I couldn't help but check out her ass.
"Hey what do you think of meeting some of the girls and going shopping?" Ellie suggests.
I bite my lip, Ellie shifts a bit and looks at me her shorts ride up more. Her ass cheeks now visible, I bite my lip and adjust my shorts as my bulge is now visible. I quickly grab my pillow and cover my lap.
"Y-Yeah we can do that." I say.
Ellie gives me a questioning look but nods and lets it go. "Sweet, I'll send a text message to some of the girls."
"Okay, let me know when we are gonna go. I'm gonna go shower and get ready." I say.
"Okay." Ellie says mumbling into her pillow.
I smile and shake my head. I grab new clothes and go into the bathroom, I close the door but keep it unlocked in case if Ellie had to get in here for anything. I start the shower, I set my clothes to the side.
I strip my clothes and get in the shower. I stand under the shower, I close my eyes and let the water soak my hair and body. I grab the shampoo and start washing and rinsing my hair.
I hear a knock on the door. "Yeah? Come in it's unlocked."
I hear the door open, I peak my head out and see Ellie. She blushes darkly when she sees me poke my head out.
She clears her throat and rubs the back of her neck. "Some of the girls going out shopping. Did you want to come?"
I smile and nod. "Yeah sure, I'll come with. I'm almost done."
"Okay cool, I'll text the girls and let them know." She says.
She leaves the bathroom and I hear the door close. I wash my body and rinse off, I turn off the shower and step out. I dry off and get dressed, I brush my hair and teeth and step back out into the room.
"Bathroom is a yours." I say.
Ellie smiles and nods. I left my boxers in there on purpose to tease Ellie. Ellie grabs new clothes and goes into the bathroom. She closes the door and locks it, I hear her start the shower.
I hear the shower start, I turn on the tv and wait for Ellie to finish up in the shower. 5 minutes later the shower turns off, another 10 minutes go by and Ellie comes out of the bathroom and into the room.
"Ready?" I ask.
"Ready." She replies.
We grab our keys, we out our shoes on. We grab all the things we need and leave the room and meet the girls in the lobby. We leave and go to the nearest mall, we start shopping. Ellie walks along side me, as we walk along together our pinkies rub against each other.
I wrap my pinkie around hers. Ellie looks at our fingers and smiles, we go to another store. Ellie spots some clothes she likes, she smiles and grabs them. She smirks and looks at me.
"Wanna come with me to try them on?" She asks.
I smirk. "Ehh I'll wait out here. Just come out and show me once you have the outfit on." I say knowing what she's trying to do.
Ellie nods and goes into the fitting room so she can try her stuff on. I sit in a chair outside of the fitting room. After a couple minutes the door opens her first outfit is tight skinny jeans and a cut off shirt that shows off her ripped/ toned Abs. The jeans really made her ass pop, and showed off her curves.
"That's a nice one. What other ones do you have?" I say. I was hoping the other ones also made her ass look good.
"Yeah I got a few more.... How does my ass look in these?" Ellie asks.
"Good." I say with a poker face. "They really make your ass pop."
Ellie smirks and nods. "I'm sure you enjoy the view."
We finish up at the store. Ellie buys the outfits and we leave and meet up with the girls and get lunch. After a couple more hours me and Ellie decided to call it a day and head back to the hotel.
We get back to the hotel and go back into our room. Ellie takes off her shoes and tosses them onto the ground. I giggle and shake my head at her. I take off my shoes and set them off to the side. I plop down onto my bed and turn on the tv.
"Mmm you want to watch something?" I ask Ellie.
Ellie smiles and nods. "Yeah, let's rent a movie."
I smile and nod. "Is there a specific movie you want to watch?"
We scroll through Netflix. "Ooo what about the breakfast club?" Ellie says.
I smile. "Good choice." I say, I click on the breakfast club and click start.
*Ellie's pov*
Y/n has been distant and a bit closed off since we started camp and honestly I'm getting worried. I look over and see her staring at the tv screen lost in thought.
I couldn't help but feel that she was hiding something from me or keeping something from me. I decided to come up with a plan. I get up and walk over to her bed, I get in bed with her and cuddle her.
I grab her chin and gently turn her head towards me. I press my lips against hers and slowly kiss her. Y/n is shocked at first but starts kissing back. I break the kiss and gently stroke her cheek with my thumb.
"What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?" I ask.
Y/n looks at me in the eyes. "I'm sorry is the movie over?" She asks.
"No, the movie is still on." I move and sit on her lap, I gently grab her face and look at me. "What's wrong baby? Please talk to me, something is on your mind."
Y/n places her hands on my hips. "I'm sorry something's been on my mind all camp."
"What is it? Hey talk to me." I say.
Y/n sits there quietly for a couple seconds. "There..." she trails off for a moment. "Theres this girl on our team that I'm in love with..... A-And I don't know how to tell her." Y/n says.
I nod, I was kinda shocked. I mean it makes sense on why she's been quiet and a bit distant. Truth is I was in love with Y/n I've been in love with her for a year and a half or two years.
I was kinda foolish to think that she had feelings for me. "I see." I say quietly. Y/n gently rubs my thigh, I look back at Y/n our noses touch as she looks deep into my eyes.
I smile and kiss her. Y/n smiles against my lips and kisses back. We make out, it soon gets very heated. Y/n flips us around and lays me on the bed. She breaks the kiss and looks at me.
"Are you sure about this? I don't have a condom." Y/n says.
I smile and nod. "I'm on a pill."
She smiles. "Too many clothes they need to come off."
I giggle and nod. I bite my lip and watch as Y/n takes off my shirt and bra and tosses them to the side. She slides my shorts and panties down my legs and tosses them off to the side. I giggle, I bite my lip and spread my legs letting her get a view of my pussy.
Y/n smirks. She takes off her shirts and sports bra and tosses them to the side littering her clothes with mine on the floor. She takes off her shorts and boxers, I blush and bite my lip as her dick springs out once it's freed from its confinement.
"Shit baby. You're huge." I say checking out her length.
Y/n giggles. "Like what you see baby?"
I bite my lip and nod. "Y-Yes."
Y/n gently grabs my chin and makes me look at her. She smiles and kisses me lovingly and passionately, I smile against her lips and kiss back. Y/n breaks the kiss and looks at me with lust in her eyes.
"I wanna taste that pussy before we start." She says she grabs my chin and makes me look at her. "Then I wanna see how good you are at giving head." She firmly says.
Fuck this made my legs weak, it was a major turn on and made me even more wet. Y/n lays between my legs, I bite my lip as she kisses and sucks on my inner thighs.
"P-Please Y/n I need you." I moan.
Y/n smirks. "Patience baby."
Y/n licks my folds, I gasp and moan as she does this. I moan and run my fingers through her hair, I grip her hair in a fist and grip the sheets with my other fist. Y/n looks up and locks eyes with me, I bite my lip. Fucking hell she looked so sexy locking eyes with me and eating me out. Shit that alone could make me cum.
I moan, I grip her hair and the sheets. I slowly buck my hips and grinds against her face. Y/n slips in a finger and slowly fingers me, I moan and rest my legs on her shoulders. I wrap my thighs around her head, Y/n sucks on my clip as she fingers me a bit faster.
"Mmm f-fuck Y/n right there, right there." I moan.
Y/n spits on my pussy and continues to eat me out and fingers me faster, she slips in a second finger. She curls her fingers and fingers me faster. I moan the urge to cum was getting stronger.
She rolls her tongue on my clit adding different amounts of pressures as she eats me out and fingers me. "Holy shit. Fuck! Right there daddy." I moan and shudder.
Y/n sucks harshly on my clit, as she fingers me even faster. I moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach.
"Fuck....Y/n baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure.
Y/n continues to eat me out and fingers me. I can't take it anymore I moan in pleasure I break eye contact with her and throw my head back and let go. I cum in her mouth, on her face, and on her fingers. My legs shake and buckle in pleasure as I cum.
Y/n helps me ride out my high. She licks and cleans up my sticky mess, she pulls her fingers out. I moan and bite my lip as I watch her lick and sucks my juices off her fingers.
"Mmm tasty." She says.
I blush darkly at her comment. I sit up, Y/n smiles and sits on the edge of the bed. I smile and get off the bed, I kneel on my knees between her legs. I spit on her dick and slowly stroke her dick. Y/n quietly moans as I do this.
*Y/n's pov*
I moan in pleasure as Ellie slowly strokes my dick. Once I'm hard she takes me in her mouth. I moan and run my fingers through her hair as she slowly bobs her head.
"Mmm fuck." I moan I look down and bite my lip as Ellie looks up and locks eyes with me as she gives me head.
Ellie hums against my dick and bobs her head a bit faster. I moan and hold her hair up in a ponytail as she gives me head. Ellie chokes and gags a bit as the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat.
Ellie reached down and plays with my balls. I moan and grip her hair a bit tighter. "F-Fuck Ellie, just like that." I moan in pleasure.
Ellie sucks the soul out of my dick and bobs her head faster as she massages my balls. I moan as the urge to cum gets stronger. "Ellie, baby I'm close." I moan.
I moan as I feel my balls tighten.
Throat pie:
I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. Ellie chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth. Ellie swallows my load and sucks me dry, she collects every last drop of cum.
My dick falls from her mouth and falls limp. Ellie smiles and shows me a mouth full of cum. Some of my cum drips down her chin, I smile and gently rub her chin.
"Swallow my cum." I say.
Ellie smiles and swallows my cum. "Mmm tasty."
I blush darkly. "Fuck baby. You really know how to suck dick."
Ellie giggles, she gets up and lays on the bed and lays down in Missionary. "Mmm, I want you deep inside me ."
I blush darkly at her comment. I join her on the bed, I hover over her. I rub my tips through her folds and slowly slide my dick inside her.
I slowly slide my dick inside her. We both moan as her walls immediately clench around my dick. "Mmm tell me when to move baby."
Ellie nods, she takes a moment to adjust to my size. "Mmm fuck I thought you were big in my mouth but you feel even bigger inside me."
I smirk, I lean down and kiss her. Ellie kisses back. "M-Move." Ellie moans.
I rest my head against Ellie's and look deep into her eyes as I slowly thrust in and out of her.
*Ellie's pov*
I moan in pleasure as Y/n slowly thrusts in and out of me. Fuck she's really deep inside me, I can feel her massive dick throbbing inside me. She really needed a release, I moan and rest my head against hers.
I look down and watch her dick slowly slide in and out of me. Fuck she was balls deep inside me, she was so sexy her cute moans as she thrust into me a bit faster than before.
I moan, I reach down and grip her ass as she thrusts into me a bit faster than before. I moan loudly in pleasure.
"Mmm fuck you're really deep in there." I moan in pleasure.
"Yeah? You like that baby? Daddy balls deep inside you stretching out your walls?" She questions as she goes faster and faster.
"Mmm I love it." I moan in pleasure as her balls slap against my skin and our moans fill the room. Fuck she was so sexy when she is a Dom. Her being a Dom made my legs weak and made me super wet.
It was a major turn on. I moan in pleasure, my walls clench around her. It's only been 10 minutes and I was already about to cum.
"Mmm someone close?" Y/n asks seductively.
"Mmm I'm close baby, I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.
"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." Y/n sexily whispers in my ear.
I moan and she kisses on my neck leaving hickys. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.
"Mmm I'm gonna squirt." I moan.
I squirt all over her abs, her dick and all over her thighs and all over the sheets. Y/n smirks and keeps going. Y/n goes at an angle and starts to hit my G spot.
Y/n and I both moan in pleasure. I moan and wrap my legs around her waist and pull her closer to me and leg trap her so she can't pull out.
"Mmm fuck so tight." Y/n cutely moans out in pleasure.
I pull her down and wrap my arms and legs around her as she continues to thrust in and out of me faster and harder. I moan and kiss her, we both moan in the kiss. She breaks the kiss and places her face in the crook of my neck.
Fuck she has amazing dick game. Y/n moan and kisses my neck as she thrusts in and out of me harder and faster. Her balls slap against my skin as our moans fill the room.
I feel her dick throbbing inside me, she was super hard and really needed a release.i moan as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan and grip the sheets.
"Y/n baby, I'm close." I moan in pleasure.
"Ugh me too baby." Y/n moans.
I feel her precum leak inside me letting me know that she was close to cumming and desperate needed a release. My legs shake in pleasure as she continues to pound my g spot.
I feel my walls clench around her dick. "Need to cum baby?" Y/n asks as she moans in pleasure.
"So damn bad." I moan in pleasure.
"Let go baby." Y/n moans as she fucks my brains out. I moan and squirt all over her abs and dick y/n moans in pleasure as she goes as fast and as hard as she can go.
Y/n's breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was close to cumming. "Yes, yes cum in me, I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." I moan in pleasure. I leg trap Y/n so she can’t pull out.
I was as I see pleasure on her face. Her face cutely contorts as she is about to bust her load deep inside me.
"Mmm f-fuck." Y/n cutely moans in pleasure.
I giggle. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy."
*Y/n's pov*
I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I was close to cumming.
"Yes, yes cum in me. I'm not letting you go until you cum in me." Ellie moans in pleasure.
"Mmm fuck." I moan in pleasure.
Ellie giggles. "Cum baby, cum in my slutty pussy." Ellie moans loudly in pleasure.
Creampie #1:
I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside Ellie. Ellie moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of cum deep inside her and paint her walls white.
"Mmm fuck." Ellie moans.
I rest my head against hers as I continue to slowly thrust in and out of her slowly pumping her full of cum. I help Ellie ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.
Thick cum oozes out of her and onto the bed. We both lay there panting and trying to catch our breaths. "Fuck you are amazing in bed." Ellie pants out.
I giggle and kiss her. "Mmm so are you." I smile and look into her eyes. Ellie smiles and scoots her ass back against me. She lifts her ass cheek up a bit.
I smirk and slide my dick back inside her cum filled pussy. I moan and rest my head against her, I massage her boobs as I slowly thrust in and out of her.
"Such a good girl." I tease her.
"Mmm fuck, all for you." Ellie moans.
I smirk and look into her eyes full of lust. Ellie moans out in pleasure. I smirk, I lift her leg up a bit as I thrust in and out of her tight cum filled pussy faster and faster.
Ellie moans and looks deep into my eyes. "Mmm I've been such a naughty girl. Mmm fuck." Ellie moans seductively.
I moan and thrust into her faster and faster, my balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. Ellie moans and looks deep into my eyes as I continue to fuck her brains out.
"Fuck....fuck....fuck." Ellie squeaks out with each thrust. Ellie's mouth hangs open, her eyes roll to the back of her head as I continue to pound her pussy.
Ellie moans and screams in pleasure as I hit her g spot. "Ahhh I'm gonna squirt." Ellie moans in pleasure. I hold her leg up and thrust into her faster and harder, her boobs bounce up and down as I continue to fuck her.
I reach down and rub her clit with my thumb. Ellie's legs lean against mine. "Oh fuck." Ellie shouts as she squirts like crazy all over the bed and sheets.
I smirk and kiss her neck and gently slap her pussy, Ellie moans and shudders as I do this. I smirk and moan in her ear, I wrap my arm around her waist and continues to hold her leg up as I thrust in n's out of her harder and faster.
"Mmm fuck it feels so good." Ellie cries out in pleasure.
I moan in pleasure and keep going. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming.
"Ahhh I'm close." I moan.
"Me too." Ellie moans.
I moan in pleasure, my breathing gets heavier letting Ellie know that I'm close to cumming.
"Yes cum in me. Cum in me." Ellie moans begging for my load as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.
"E-Ellie baby I'm gon-" I try to warn in her in time but I'm unable too.
Creampie #2:
I moan in pleasure and bust my load deep inside her. Ellie moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of cum deep inside her and paint her walls white.
"Mmm fuck there's so much cum." Ellie moans in pleasure.
I moan and lean in and kiss her. I moan in the kiss as the last of my cum oozes inside her. I help her ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.
Thick cum oozes out of her and drips down her thigh and onto the bed. "Fuck there's so much cum deep inside me." Ellie moans in pleasure as my cum oozes inside her.
I smile and kiss her. "Mmm fuck baby, your pussy feels like heaven." I moan.
Ellie giggles and kisses back. "Mmm you have amazing dick game."
"Yeah?" I ask laughing a bit.
"Yeah you can really make a girl cum." Ellie says panting and trying to catch her breath.
Ellie takes a moment to catch her breath. She sits up. "I'm not done with you just yet baby. I want every last drop of your cum inside me."
Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard.
I smirk and pick her up. She giggles and squeals. I push the tip of my dick in her and slowly sinks down her down on my dick we both moan as she takes my length deep inside her tight pussy.
"Mmm fuck. You're really deep in there." Ellie moans.
I rest my head against hers and look deep into her eyes. "So wet and tight." I moan. "I'm gonna destroy your tight pussy slut."
"Yeah daddy?" Ellie moans.
"Yeah slut. I'm gonna destroy your pussy and pump you full of cum. I'm gonna drain my balls in you." I moan as I slowly slide her up and down on my dick.
"Mmm I'm your cum slut daddy." Ellie moans.
"Mmm you're my cum dumpster slut." I moan as I move her up and down on my dick faster and faster.
"Mmm please daddy turn me into your cum dumpster." Ellie moans in pleasure as I move her up and down on my dick a bit harder and faster than before.
"Mmm so fucking good. I don't think I can last to much longer baby. You have amazing grip." I moan in pleasure.
"Mmm fuck yes give me your load." Ellie moans in pleasure.
"Yeah your a slut for daddy's cum you want daddy's cum deep inside your tight pussy?" I ask seductively as I slide her up and down on my dick faster and faster than before.
The only sounds in the room was the tv in the background and our moans and my balls slapping against her skin.
"Mmmm fuck daddy I'm close. Ahhh I'm squirting I'm squirting." Ellie moans I feel her shake and buckle against me as she squirts all over my dicks, thighs and all over the ground.
"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." I say seductively.
*Ellie's pov*
Holy fuck this felt amazing. Y/n was balls deep inside me. God I was so close to cumming and it's only been 10 minutes.
"Let go baby. Cum for daddy." Y/n nips my ear and whispers. Her words made me weak. She was so sexy when she was a Dom
She's really deep in there. Mmmm she feels so fucking good balls deep inside me.
I moan in pleasure as my walls clench around her, I was close to cumming. I couldn't take it anymore, I moan and throw my head back. My eyes roll to the back of my head.
I can't take it anymore and cum all over her dick. Some of my cum drips down her dick.
Me cumming sends Y/n over the edge. Y/n busts her load deep inside me. I gasp and moan as she fills me up with her load.
"Oh my g-god." I moan as she shoots thick ropes of sticky cum deep inside me. I sigh in pleasure as I feel her warm juices oozing inside me.
Y/n Cutely moans in my ear and nips in my ear. Fuck shes still unloading her massive seed deep inside me.
"Mmm fuck, give me all your cum." I moan and dig my nails in her back as she comes down from her high. Cum still oozing inside me.
I moan. "Mmm use your dick and stuff your cum inside me no cum better drip out of my pussy." I sexily moan.
*Y/n's pov*
Creampie #3:
I feel Ellie cum all over me, her cumming amends me over the edge. I unload my massive load deep inside her pussy.
We both moan as I stuff her full with my seed. Ellie moans and throws her head back her eyes roll to the back of her head as I fill her up with my cum.
"Mmm fuck give me all your cum." Ellie moans in pleasure. She digs her nails in my back as I continue to unload my massive seed deep in her pussy.
I moan. Ellie moans and looks me deep in the eyes.
"Mmm use your dick and stuff your cum inside me no cum better drip out of my pussy." Ellie sexily moans.
I do as she requests I use my dick as a plug and stuff my cum deep inside her making sure no cum drips out.
"Mmm such a cum slut." I moan.
"Heheh, I want more." Ellie whispers and nips my ear.
We both moan as I help slide her off my dick. I set her down. "Daddy all tapped out?" Ellie questions as she gets on the bed and gets on all fours. "Or does she still got enough cum?"
I giggle. "Mmm I still got three more loads for you baby."
Ellie giggles, she shakes her ass. I smirk and move behind her. I slide my dick back inside her cum filled pussy. Ellie moans as my dick is back deep inside her.
I place my hand on her hip and grab a fist full of her hair and wrap it around my hand. I slowly thrust back and forth.
Ellie moans and grips the sheets. "F-Faster daddy."
I spank her ass and pound her pussy from behind faster and faster than before.
"Mmmm I love you spanking my ass." Ellie moans.
"Like this?" I question and spank her ass again.
"Harder daddy." Ellie moans.
I spank her ass a bit harder than before. "Like that daddy." Ellie moans.
I smirk and spank her ass again Ellie moans. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room.
"Fuck...fuck....fuck." Ellie squeaks out with each thrust.
I moan and go a bit faster and harder as I pound her pussy from behind.
"Mmm fuck I don't think I'll last much longer." I moan, her walls were clenching around my dick letting me know she was close to cumming.
"Ahh daddy I'm gonna cum." Ellie moans.
Ellie moans and squirts. I feel her juices on my abs, on my thighs and squirts on the sheets.
My breathing gets heavier letting Ellie know that I'm close to cumming.
"Yes... cum in me.... Give me your load." Ellie squeaks out with each thrust.
Ellie helps me out and slides back and forth in my dick throwing her ass back against me. I moan as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.
Creampie #4:
Ellie cums all over my dick sending me over the edge. I can't take it anymore I unload my massive load deep inside her pussy.
Ellie moans and grips the sheets as I shout ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her pussy.
"Mmm yes, just like that daddy. Give me every last drop of your seed." Ellie sexily moans.
I moan and slowly thrust back and forth as I come down from my high my cum shooting deep inside her cum filled pussy.
I come down from my high as I fill her up with the last of my cum. I slowly pull out, thick cum immediately oozes out of her and drips down her folds onto her thighs and onto the bed and sheets. I smirk, I lick up the cum and kiss her pussy. Ellie moans and gasps as I do this.
"Mmm fuck." Ellie moans.
“Ellie?” I say.
Ellie looks at me. I smile and gently stroke her cheek, with my thumb. “I’m in love with you…. Will you be my girlfriend?”
Ellie smiles. “Yes, a thousand times yes. I’ll be your girlfriend.” Ellie smile and kisses me. “I’m in love with you too.”
I smile, we kiss again. “Mmm fuck I’m really tapped out. Can we skip those final two rounds and shower?” I question.
Ellie giggles and nods. We go and shower, and let’s just say that we finished the last two rounds in the shower. Then we kinda fell asleep naked after a lot of cuddling and making out.
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