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Hellow there
Can i request a headcannons on what wuld the skeleboys (ut, uf, us, ht) when Y/N ask them to get married?
And what wuld happen in the wedding nigth?
Feel free to use sfw or nsfw stuff
Thank you, i hope it is not too much
Hiii sorry this took awhile but I got it done! Mostly kept it sfw just some innuendos. I might do more wedding hcs in the future these were fun and I really like how they turned out ::3 anyways enjoy!!
Okay I'm assuming reader and skelebois have been in a established relationship for a bit here ::]
Undertale: Sans: His eyelights widen upon seeing the jewelry and hearing what you have to say. He looks from your hand to your eyes and back and forth over and over again. His grin grows so wide and he scoops you up into a hug as he shouts yes. He's crying and he burrows his face in your shoulder the happiest he's ever been.
Night of the wedding: He'd prefer a smaller wedding of close friends and family. He has a few puns slid into his wedding vows they're mostly to help calm his nerves. He's so proud to be called your husband, the wedding itself kinda had his nerves frazzled so he's happy to finally relax with you when you guys get home.
Papyrus: He's flabbergasted. Orange tears escape his eyes and he's scooping you up in a hug and making you drop the jewelry making you have to find it later. You've just made him the happiest skeleton alive and he's desperate to make you the happiest person alive. He sets up an elaborate date he knows you would love and presents you with your own piece of jewelry at the end.
Night of the wedding: Doesn't matter small or big as long as your happy Paps is happy. The wedding was wonderful and Papyrus snapped so many photos and kept so many keepsakes from it. Sans speech as best man is basically a comedy routine and Papyrus is slightly miffed about his brothers awful humor tainting the best night of his life. He's so excited to spend his first night as your husband with you when home.
Underfell:
Red: He shuts down. Sockets go dark, he's sweating, and he might even teleport away. When you hunt him down he's crying in a closet freaking out struggling to intake the air he doesn't even need. After he's calmed down he asks if you're sure and when you say yes he's crying again. He's never been happier I promise you.
The night of the wedding: Would prefer a smaller wedding but can put up with a medium or slightly large one for you. The wedding also stresses Red out. He's not used to fancy ordeals and such and he's just excited to get you into bed and have you all to himself ;;).
Edge: His hand clenched around something in his pocket and he pulls out his own piece of handmade jewelry he had for you. Both impressed and a tad annoyed you beat him to it but he gratefully accepts no he's not crying that's sweat⊠Yes you can sweat from your eyesockets it's just extremely hot.
Night of the wedding: He prefers a big fancy ordeal. He handles the wedding pretty well he's used to fancy events. Looks absolutely drop dead stunning in his tux as well and he's defined strutting around showing you and himself off. He's got quite the night planned for you as your first night together married. Safe words are a thing for a reason.
Underswap: Blue: Does that jump reaction image (I'll find it hold on) Also was ready to propose himself, he's so happy you two were on the same page. He whips his jewlery as well ,he carried it around waiting for the perfect moment, so you guys can laugh over the situation. He of course says yes and happily attaches the new jewelry to you and himself before smooching you.
Night of the wedding: I feel like Blue would be fine with a big or small wedding its whatever you prefer.He's so excited to be called your husband he definitely posts about it on his blogs and updates his viewers quickly before dedicating the whole night to worshipping you. He even got some special lingerie for him to wear to show off just for you.
Stretch: He's so desperately fangirling inside right now like jumping up and down, squealing, flapping hands, and nose bleeding mentally. He says yes and puts on the jewelry before smooching you as deep as he can. Immediately plans a cute date where he can present you with your own piece of jewelry to wear and a special song he wrote.
Night of the wedding: He'd prefer a medium or small affair but can deal with a larger wedding as well. Definitely gets drunk and trys to serenade you with shitty love songs and tries to get you to do a duet with him at one point. When you get home expect a bunch of drunken sweet nothings and him pulling you into bed for some love and affection.
HorrorTale: Axe:His eyelight shrinks and then expands to fill his whole socket and he simply watches you for a few minutes. You patiently wait until he places his hands on your shoulders and pulls you into him as he starts to purr. He slips the jewelry on and his purrs grow louder as he pulls you closer practically inside his ribcage.
Night of the wedding: Smaller wedding preferably for obvious reasons. He's stressed and really really quite. Way more than usual only really talking to you and his brother and only when he has to. When it's over he pulls you into his chest and burries his face in your hair to calm himself. He forgets about most of the traditions but he's been looking forward to this one all night ;;).
Willow: He's shocked and in shock for a good while before asking if you're sure. He doesn't see himself as boyfriend material much less hubby material. When you enthusiastically affirm your intentions he tears up and scoops you up for a kiss. He's so in love with you.
The night of the wedding: It was a smaller wedding for the sake of Willows peace of mind. He's so happy to be your husband he crys throughout the night and keeps kissing you gently whenever he gets the chance. He's constantly by your side the entire night.
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autumnal writing prompt:
fallen leaves but it has to take place inside the TARDIS. any doctor + companion and/or pairing
hiiiii thank you for your prompt and for your patience <3 tbh, i loved this concept and i spent a fair bit of time on the execution, trying to get the vibe close to what i was seeing in my head. not sure if i succeeded. but i hope you enjoy it anyway!
i went with the tenth doctor for this one, set post-runaway bride, reflecting on the loss of rose.
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When the time came, he let the TARDIS guide him there.
He never knew where it had been or would be. He never knew what it would be like either. That was part of the Solarium's charm: it was a place which could only be found when it wasn't sought. Its unpredictability made it what it was.
And it had been a night for unpredictability. But he'd delivered the bride safely home. Snow still sugared the shoulders of his suit when the halls began changing.
"I'm not ready," he felt himself say. The words echoed hollowly ahead of him, down funny sharp turns and looping passages. He was raw and exposed and though he was very alone, he didn't feel aloneâhe felt stifled by memories, ghosts crowding the edges of his vision.
He needed time. He needed more of it, reams of it, an endless fountain of it. He needed all the time there was, and moreâbecause that's what it would take.
But he followed the lights anyway. What else could he do?
Down corridors and stairwells, he let the ship lead him. Up a spiral staircase. Behind a false wall. The TARDIS was rarely consistent, but she was kind: she let him take the long way 'round.
When the arched doorway finally presented itself, the weak light was already filtering out through the cracks. Dry, brown leaves skittered and hushed as he put his palm to the creaky wooden door and pushed.
Autumn.
Inside the Solarium, it was autumn.
Outside, too. The atmosphere beyond the high, domed glass and iron lattice work appeared blueâa pale, eggshell blue, verging on grey. Clouds melded seamlessly with sky. The chill of it was almost a visible thing.
Within the Solarium, everything was in its proper place: the sundial, made now of stone, though in the past it had been many thingsâwood, then ceramic, then glass, then gleaming quartz; the pond where nothing lived and nothing grew, but the water itself danced. The ivy still crept perpetually up the lattices.
And in the center of the room, the tree still stood.
The tree in the Solarium belonged to no particular genus, had no particular name, though he'd searched the TARDIS library to find one. The bark of its massive trunk was smooth and unobtrusive, marred only by the occasional scar of some long distant, unknown trauma. It never fruited, though he'd seen it in every season. Its leaves often changed shape or grew irregularly, patchy and strange.
And at present, it was an explosion of colour.
The Doctor said nothing.
Gold, gold. So many golden leaves hung from those broad branches. Shades varied from the palest sunrise to a hue so rich and dark as to be nearly orange. In some spots, clusters of browning, dead leaves hung, poised to fall.
His eyes avoided those patches, drawn instead to where the vibrant colour was thickest. It was the gold of hair, of puddled sunlight, of a young sun. In spite of himself, he began crossing the tiled floor.
The loose laces of his plimsolls disturbed the occasional fallen leaf, a crackling announcement of his presence. But he still approached slow, like he would meet a wild animal. He stepped cautiously over where thick roots had broken through the floor.
It was only when his hand began to lift, fingers extended, that he paused.
"I'm not ready," he whispered, scarcely a moment before a vibrant daisy-heart-yellow leaf broke free and fellâright into his waiting hand.
    "I'll never get used to this. Never. Different ground beneath my feet," and she's jumping, bouncing on her heels, and she's smiling, and itâs lovely, "different sky⊠What's that smell?"
    "Apple grass," he tells her, eager to share everything he knows.
    "Apple grass⊠It's beautiful. Oh, I love this. Can I just say, travelling with you, I loveâ"
"No."
The Doctor's hand spasmed, and the leaf fell, taking with it the scent of a different world. Apple grass. Such a crisp, fresh smell. He could never smell it again without thinking of her.
His throat felt tight. He wasn't ready.
Yet how many times had he stood just like this and let the memories wash over him?
Often they were greenâhopeful springtimes of gentle past, a balm when he needed it most. Reminders of the goodness which existed in pockets of the universe, waiting to be discovered.
Sometimes, they came frost-fanged and bitter, serrated edges cutting him to the bone. Regret was grey. Steel grey.
All his companions had bloomed and withered here, on these unreal branches.
But thisâthe season the tree offered him was too cool and serene for what he felt. This⊠gentle giving-way. There was a storm inside him.
She had not passed gracefully into another season; she had been torn from his world, and her world, and the TARDIS, and him. How could that be beautiful?
How could that be golden?
He moved in a rush, grasping suddenly at the nearest withered clutch of leaves. He was only just tall enough to reach, and when he closed his fist, he came away withâ
    Pleading. "Help her."
    But he isn't moved. "Everything has its time," he says, "and everything dies."
âand,
    "No." Sarah Jane stands firm. Sure in herself. "The universe has to move forward. Pain and loss, they define us as much as happiness or love. Whether it's a world, or a relationship," and the guilt cuts him open as he thinks of her, the leaves on her tree; then he thinks of Rose. "Everything has its timeâ"
âand,
    "Why don't you ever just say what you mean?"
    "Roseâ"
    "It's always talking with you, but you neverâŠ" She shakes her head, hair catching the light of the console. He wants to hold her so badly he can barely speak. "Just tell me this, Doctor: you and me, is it ever gonna change? Will we everâŠ?" She drifts off, uncertain.
    "Everything changes." It's not really an answer, but it's the best he can do. "I promise."
âand in a blink, his fist closed. The brittle memories crushed to dust in his hand.
They were still there, of course: in him, in the TARDIS herself, and they always would be. They would grow anew, changing shape over time. Even at the topmost parts of the tree, people who were long gone lived forever: his granddaughter, with her untameable smile; an old historian who loved cocoa and cake and driving him spare; a young boy who was so brave, and so clever, and so very foolish; an Edwardian adventuress who followed him into madness.
The companions of his many lives.
They crowded their way up into the highest branches. One day, Rose would live among them, a golden crown to this ancient tree.
But even that knowledge held no comfort.
"No more," he said, "please."
Around him, the room gave a faint, irritated huffâlike a creaky groan and a hum at once. And from somewhere else, a wind stirred. Focused and strong. Pay attention, it seemed to say, or else did say, in its own language.
A leaf the colour of liquid gold wriggled and broke loose, and he knew better than to run from it. All he could manage was to stand his ground as it smacked, with unusual force, into his chest.
The image burst over him.
    "Anything else?"
    "Why don't you ask her yourself?"
    He sees where the womanâthe brideâis looking. Over his shoulder. His gaze follows her, and he feels all the air leave his lungs. There is an infinite space between one heartsbeat and the next. But itâs real. Itâs really her. No hologram or vision or ghost. No memory.
    In the darkness, a light. Blonde hair glinting, her eyes holding his. And then he's running. Running flat out.
    She's all he can see.
    The feeling inside him is like nothing else. Like being reborn.
    Her smile crosses the distance, gilded and lovely, meeting him before his arms can reach her. But even before his touch lands, he knows heâs already home.
The Doctor blinked. A hand rose to wipe down his own face, smearing the tears he hadn't felt fall. His from another time.
His feet stumbled forward, and he caught himself against the tree's giant trunk.
"Not a memory," he whispered to the silence, in all its enormity, its electric potential. "Not yet."
Prescience, passed down to him by the brush of a leaf. This had never happened before.
But then, there had never been anybody like Rose before, had there? She'd left her mark on the TARDIS, on the vortex itself, every bit as much as she'd left her mark on him.
The pads of his fingers felt out a scar in the wood. One he hadn't seen before. It had an odd shape to it, an asymmetry that reminded him a little of an animal in profile: a jagged protrusion, and the swell of a haunch.
Something with its nose to the sky.
He traced it twice before he understood. The muzzle. The howling. His chest felt weightless, for a moment. Uncompressed by longing and grief, his hearts beat freely.
The Doctor, with his hand to the wolf, wheezed out a shocked laugh as he suddenly remembered that these leaves were also the colour of flame. Of timeless, endless burning, searing and rewriting.
    "I bring life."
From its bark and its branches, from its roots and its high crown, the tree seemed to shiver out a very long sigh as he finally grasped its message. Everything has its time, it breathed. Its hope was golden.
The shades of it all swirled together and tangle, an infinite vortex, laden and dripping with life still to come, and it was beautiful.
The Doctor smiled, removed his hand, and turned from the tree.
Her timeâand hisâand theirsâwas not yet over.
There was more to be done. And he was ready.
#wow tenrose angst? from me? groundbreaking#anyway i hope you enjoy <3 sorry about the long wait!!#fic and chips#tenrose#dw fic#timepetals#prompt fic#ten x rose#tenth doctor#rose tyler#abbey writes#idk how to tag fics anymore. seriously. how do we tag things here without being So Annoying. someone tell me
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saw your description, I LOVEEE the ocean grew hands to hold me but donât know any other songs by them, what else should i listen to?
OHOHOHOHOOH THANK YOU FOR SENDING ME THIS ASK YOU HAVE COME TO THE RIGHT PERSON FOR THIS
the ocean grew hands to hold me is an INCREDIBLE song and you have immaculate taste my friend
now when it comes to the wonder years this is a band where i always recommend ppl listen to the entire albums bc the songs actually lean on each other and support each other to create a cohesive record. but also i understand that this is not always easy so here are some songs to get you started depending on different things you might have liked about this song
now i've heard ppl describe The Ocean Grew Hands To Hold Me as a worship song for the ocean which is a perfect descriptor imo and if you're looking for a song with a similar sound/ vibe the first song that comes to mind for me is Cigarettes & Saints (and if you really like this song i recommend giving the album No Closer To Heaven a listen bc it is a masterpiece)
another staple of the band that also starts off relatively quiet and builds up to an incredible climax and includes a reference that shows up all throughout their future songs that i really recommend is The Devil In My Bloodstream
but if you're looking for a song from the same record as The Ocean Grew Hands To Hold Me that also starts off relatively chill and builds up at the end and has similar themes & sounds, i recommend We Look Like Lightning
and if you really enjoyed the themes about death and grief and connecting with people then I recommend the entire Sister Cities album starting with Raining In Kyoto
alternatively if you're getting tired of all the death and grief and want something a bit more positive that also starts off relatively chill and builds up to a climax, then I really recommend the extended cut of Summer Clothes (not only because i found out about it only a few days but also bc it sounds great and the ending has been stuck in my head for days now)
and finally if you're looking for an actual introduction to the band then I have to recommend You're The Reason I Want The World To End. it's the last song on their latest record and also the perfect representation of who they are as a band (and also the song that Dan has said he's proudest to have written)
And if that song made you cry i recommend giving the whole album a listen starting from Doors I Painted Shut bc if you thought you were crying before you're gonna be sobbing through it after giving the entire record a listen (and also please feel free to ask me more abt this record bc it is my absolute favorite and i could never run out of things to say about it)
and this doesn't even include stuff from their earlier albums which i apologize for but we're at 7 songs already which i figured was enough for one post. anyway i hope this wasn't too overwhelming and i wish you the best on your music journey!!
#thank you so much for the ask!!#sorry it took so long for me to answer it i got so excited i had to wait and let my brain calm down from all the excitement#I've been waiting for an ask like this all my life idk if you could tell#anyway i really apologize if this was much too overwhelming lol if you take out the album openers there's only 5 songs really#but also alternatively if u wanna hear more about them i am always up to talk about them more bc they are my favorite band lol#anyway i hope this was helpful and that you discover more music that you enjoy from them <3#ask#mine#the wonder years#the ocean grew hands to hold me#audio#mutuals
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pornography (eric draven x reader)
WARNINGS: 18+, foul language, groping/fondling, dry-humping lol, mentions of substance abuse
summary: when you finally talk to Eric Draven in rehab, it doesn't take long before you get drawn together by a force stronger than anything you have ever encountered. it doesnât help the situation that you eventually find out Eric has been drawing pictures of you⊠nude
word count: 2,337 PART 1, PART 2, PART 3
a/n: this is for all the girlies like me that just came home from watching The Crow and got their mind blown by how hot Bill was in it... holy fuck. had to write this blurb because I am so shaken up, I can't feel my face. enjoy!! there will be more parts hihi...
"I fucking hate pink,"Â
I couldn't believe that was the first thing I said to him-- the dark and broody stranger I had been eyeing through my first few weeks in rehab. He stared back at me, confusion swimming in his big green eyes, probably pondering why I had sat down next to him in the cafeteria. "Pardon?"
"It's a little ridiculous," I tried, watching as he put down his cutlery, pushing his food away as he gave me his full attention. Tugging at my pink sweater, which we were all wearing, I let out a nervous chuckle. "Whose idea was it to put a lot of addicts in pink, anyway?"
My eyes darted down to his hands as I waited for his answer-- they were huge up close, and completely covered in tattoos. I hadn't noticed them from afar; I had only noticed the ones peeking through the top of his shirt when he would pass me by in the hall, or the big eye he had on his chest that I had seen while passing by his room. I knew it wasn't nice to peek into his room while he was changing, but I was quite frankly starved of any male contact-- any girl would go crazy in here.Â
He eventually shrugged, giving me the answer I least expected; "I guess pink is supposed to be a calming colour. It's not that bad," I watched as the corners of his mouth tugged upwards, giving away hints of amusement. "Aren't you girls supposed to like pink?"
"Maybe," I mumbled, nudging food around on my plate with my fork. "I just don't like to wear it. It doesn't suit me."
The handsome stranger didn't seem to agree, another shrug following accompanied by a shy laugh. "I can't figure out whether you're being sincere or searching for compliments,"
This was most definitely not how I wanted to come off. I straightened up, resting my elbows against the table as I cleared my throat. "I'm just trying to make conversation,"
"... Why?"
"Because you've been staring at me almost as much as I've been staring at you," I put down my fork, hoping he didn't see how nervous I was. In truth, he had been staring-- it wasn't all purely one-sided. I had caught him staring at me in the courtyard, on my way to the shower, and I had also caught him lingering outside my room several times. He would usually leave when I came out, disappearing down the hall with speed I wouldn't even dream to catch up with.Â
He finally gave in to a smirk, nodding to himself as he lowered his head. "Sorry," It was clear that he hadn't thought he'd be called out like this. However, something told me he wasn't too upset about being caught either.Â
"Don't be," I said, feeling my anxiety ripping through my veins. Why was I indulging? "I just--"
It was at this moment that a guard appeared behind him, yanking him away from the table with a harshness that made me gasp. I clasped my hand over my mouth, watching as he barely reacted to the brutality.Â
"Guys and girls eat separately!" the guard yelled at me, slamming his fist down on the table.Â
My eyes widened, looking back at the handsome stranger. "But I-- I was the one who sat down here, he didn't do anything!" I protested, watching as the guard grabbed him and led him away. Groaning, I ran my hands through my hair, frustrated with the rules at this place. Why was it so fucking strict?
I eventually looked up just in time to see that the man had managed to turn around, smirking my way; "I'm Eric!" he said, holding back a laugh as he was shoved along the cafeteria for everyone to see.
Despite the horror washing over me for getting him in trouble, I managed to croak out my name as well. It seemed that he appreciated that I had at least tried to stick up for him-- What was it that I had just started?
My question would be answered a lot quicker than I had expected.Â
A few days passed, and more looks and stares were exchanged. I was dying to talk to Eric again. I knew I hadn't been sent to rehab to make friends or get feelings for someone, but something was gnawing at me to talk to him again. I wanted to be around him constantly; what was happening to me? I recognized this feeling-- it was the same feeling I got when I really, really craved something... Fuck, how I missed drugs. Maybe Eric was turning into a substitute?
It wasn't often that the door to Eric's room was open, but today it was. I wouldn't have noticed it if I hadn't taken the extra lap around the institute as usual, hoping to get a glimpse of him through the small window in his door. But today, I didn't have to get on my tippytoes to get a look-- there he was, picking up several drawings that had been scattered around the floor. His room looked like a mess, completely unlike how I was used to seeing it through the tiny window. This looked like the result of one of those raids that the prison guards sometimes did when they suspected there were hidden drugs in a patient's room.Â
I felt sorry for him; I knew how horrible it could feel to have someone rip through all your stuff. But as I bent down and picked up a few drawings that were at my feet, my lips parted in surprise.
It seemed I wasn't the only one caught off guard; Eric noticed me standing in his doorway, letting out a relieved sigh as he watched me inspect his drawings. He called out my name, leaning against the wall as he sized me up and scanned me, crossing his arms over his chest.Â
I cleared my throat; "Is this... me?" I held up the first drawing of the bunch. It was a sketch of me sitting in the courtyard, and I was sure that it was me-- I suppose it was my shock asking for confirmation.Â
Eric snickered, kicking off the wall. "Yeah... Sorry,"
"Stop saying sorry," I shuffled through the drawings, finding he had drawn me in multiple settings, and it was clear that I had been watched the few weeks I'd been here. "These are beautiful, Eric... I guess I'm honoured--" My words trailed off as I finally approached the last drawing. Was that...?
He didn't even try to take it away from me. Eric sighed, looking away as his cheeks flushed a light pink, similar to our uniforms.Â
Judging by his reaction, I had a feeling he wasn't so against me seeing this. It was a sketch of me, after all-- nude.Â
I had to swallow rather hard for anything to go down. I couldn't pinpoint why I wasn't absolutely horrified at this. Â "So... this is what you've been up to in here, huh?" There was no stopping the smirk that spread across my lips, holding back a flustered giggle. "This is next-level pervy, do you know that?"
It didn't take long before Eric's big hands ripped the drawings out of my hands, turning away as he shook his head. "Every artist needs a muse, no?"
"A muse? How can I be your muse if we don't know each other?"
"That's not how it works," he mumbled, throwing away the drawings into a heap on the bed. "Your beauty is all I need to get inspired."
This was enough to shock me into silence. I inhaled a sharp breath, stepping into Eric's room despite knowing it was forbidden. "So now you think I'm beautiful?"
Eric hummed, finally turning to meet my eyes. "It hasn't been the biggest secret, has it?" There was something playful about him, shameless, as though it didn't matter to him that I had just found his handmade porn. "It gets a little lonely in here, I guess. These drawings just... run out of me like water. Can't control it."
There was something so unimaginably tantalizing about Eric. Everything about him made me want to jump him then and there-- was it maybe the result of my withdrawals that were turning my brain into further mush? In a normal setting, this would have creeped me out to infinity and beyond, but knowing this was coming from the man I had been lusting after from afar for several weeks made me excuse it in a heartbeat.Â
I had no idea what possessed me to close the door to his room and lock it, knowing the repercussions could be severe if we were caught. But Eric didn't seem to mind; his green eyes widened, watching my every move like a hawk.
"It was really pretty and all... The drawing, I mean," I said, inching closer to where he had sat down on the bed. "But would you maybe want some inspiration for the next one?"
Eric's plush, pink lips parted, eyes rounding out in surprise. Despite his shock, his big hands reached out for me as I came closer, and he pulled me in between his legs. I could feel him caressing my back through my shirt, holding me with the utmost gentle touch. "I'll take all I can get," he murmured, looking up at me through his brows, a knowing smirk spreading across his face.Â
I let out a giggle as he pressed his lips against my stomach through my shirt, enjoying the intense feeling of someone against my skin again after all this time. Eric pulled away, glancing at the door before slowly trailing his fingers under my shirt, testing the waters.Â
It didn't take long before that wasn't enough for him-- my breath hitched as Eric grabbed my waist, pulling me down with him on the bed. I barely had time to think before the euphoric feeling of being kissed engulfed me. Our lips met in an open, soft kiss, almost as though we were scared to break the other if we were too needy or harsh. As I straddled him, I felt his hands tugging at my shirt, dipping back under the fabric once more. His fingers gently ghosted over my lower back, eventually ending up trailing small circles with his thumbs along the underside of my bra.Â
If I hadn't been so starved of any human contact in here, I would've never jumped the opportunity like this. But none of us knew how long we had until the guards would bust us, and it only fueled the adrenaline pumping through our veins. Our kisses became desperate, hungry, and I let out a whimper against his lips as he took the liberty of cupping my chest, feeling me up to his heart's delight. I knew I had been waiting for this moment since the first time I saw him, and I wasn't about to let it slip through my fingers-- I decided to let him do whatever he wanted to me, no matter what.Â
I could feel Eric's cock twitch beneath me, clearly aroused. It was also at this moment that he made me sit up, tugging my shirt off of me before laying back down to scan me. Was he memorizing my body for his next sketch? It wasn't every night that I had a handsome stranger beneath me like this, so I allowed him to trail his hands up and down my body, lips parting in delight. "Fuck... Yeah, this will do," he murmured, pupils dilating at the sight before him whether he wanted them to or not.
"You sure?" I asked, giggling to myself. My hands rested against his broad chest, letting out a sigh of delight;Â God, he was sexy. As I shifted in his lap, Eric's breath hitched as I seemingly sat down in the exact right spot. Almost as though he was possessed by instinct for a moment, he grabbed my hips, rocking me against him through the fabric of our clothes.Â
Who would've thought I'd be dry-humping this stranger and enjoy it so much? My hands gripped his shirt, a quiet moan spilling past my lips-- I had forgotten this feeling. This was mostly something I did when I was a teenager, before I figured out how to have proper sex with my high school boyfriend. But it felt so damn fucking good, desperate; it didn't take long before I leaned back down, capturing his plush lips in another kiss.Â
I craved him like water. I wanted him against me, in me, for him to take me in every possible position ever-- a deep, dark part of me knew I would be insatiable from now on.Â
But our moment of ecstasy was interrupted when a guard started banging his fist against the door, his muffled yells barely registering through my arousal. Despite my dazed state, it didn't take me long to drape my shirt back on, climbing off Eric with wobbly knees. "Shit," I mumbled, turning to him with wide eyes. "I'm screwed. We're screwed."
Everything about him was so damn beautiful. The kiss-swollen lips definitely didn't help how gorgeous I thought he looked right now. Despite the situation, knowing we were in deep shit, Eric let out a soft chuckle; "I don't think you're screwed enough, actually. We'll get to that another time,"Â
My eyes widened as I gave into a light giggle. There was no way this was happening-- had my naughty rehab dreams come true? The guard banging against the door was drowned out by the incessant ringing in my ears that festered through my mind as Eric leaned down to kiss me one last time; "I hope to see you around, if they don't kill us,"
"Yeah," I breathed, only now realizing how tall he was as I looked up to meet his gaze. This man was towering over me. Holy shit. "Can't wait to see your next masterpiece."
I couldn't wait. I really couldn't.
(a/n: PART 2, PART 3 here!! enjoy<33)
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But Daddy I Love Him - Jacaerys Velaryon
A/N: Oh hi! First of all, thanks for all the love on my last Jace fic. I'm sorry it's taken so long to post my next, I've had a crazy couple of weeks, but I wanted to make to get something out before this week's episode. I can't believe there's just 3 eps left of the season! I am hoping to get my Jace chapter fic out before then, so I have put most of my focus there. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!!
TS Prompt #8: But Daddy I Love Him
Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Lannister!Reader Word Count: 5.3k Synopsis: Jace and the reader fall in love, much to the displeasure of the reader's father.
Warnings: smut
Jacaerys Velaryon is beautiful.
It is tourney day in King's Landing, and your eyes are stuck to him as he makes his way out into the arena. Around you, there are scattered conversations whispered not low enough, about how the prince has matured in the last year, how handsome he has become.
He has not yet put his helmet on. This leaves his hair out, curls whipping around him in the gentle breeze. He flicks his hair back and there is a chorus of awes around you. You smirk at the reaction.
"The arrogance," your father, Jason Lannister, mutters from your side. You barely spare him a glance, not wanting to remove your eyes from Jacaerys.
"What do you mean?" you ask.
"He's showing off," your father says, disgust in his voice.
"It is a tourney," you say, "Isn't that the point?" He doesn't respond, just continues to monitor the arena space.
Jacaerys mounts his horse and with bated breath, you watch as he accepts the lance from the Master of Revels. His opponent is a knight you haven't met yet, a Ser Estermont. He has done well in the tourney so far, though, which makes you nervous.
As both men prepare to make their joust, you lean forward in your seat, needing to see as closely as possible, what is about to happen.
Unlike the matches before, this one is over in one round. Jacaerys aims his lance to the perfect angle, and expertly knocks over the knight from Greenstone.
Applause erupts from the viewing gallery, and you nearly stand up and cheer, you are so relieved about his win. Jacaerys rides around the stands and stops in front of the gallery you sit in. He lifts off his helmet and smiles in a way that makes your heart race.
"Lady Y/N," he says, and you think you hear discontented sighs from behind you. "Might I request your favor, that I may excel through the rest of this tournament?" You smile and reach for your wreath of flowers. For one moment, your father grips your wrist, as if he means to keep you from going. But it does not last long. No matter what your father may think of Jacaerys, he is still the prince, and future heir to the the throne. To deny him would mean scandal.
As you approach the railing, you try to fight off the grin at seeing him. Jacaerys extends his lance so that you may drop the wreath onto it easily.
"Thank you, My Lady," he says, eyes locked onto yours.
"Good luck, My Prince."
He rides off into the arena, garnering more applause from the stands, as you return to your seat. There are jealous eyes upon you. Even your father looks angry. But you pay them no mind. There will be more rounds, and Jacaerys is sure to succeed time and again, which will have him request the favor of more ladies.
Smiling as you sit down, you think of the girls who will bestow upon him their own wreaths. You might even feel bad for them, for surely, they will assume that his attention means he might court them. But you know that his affections lie only with you.
To you, the prince was just Jace, and you had loved him since you were a girl. Three months ago, he had declared his love for you, too, and ever since, the two of you had been hiding your love, waiting for the right moment to proclaim your intentions.
"He did quite well," you say to your father, making another effort to talk up Jacaerys to him.
"Ser Estermont was an easy opponent," your father says, disinterest and dismissal reflected in his tone.
Once the tournament is over, Jace makes his way into the castle. Several lords and ladies stop him on his way, congratulating him on his victory. He thanks them in passing, his thoughts only on getting into the castle, where he knows he will find you.
There is a feast to be held after the tournament, and while most everyone heads that way, he dismisses himself, saying he wishes to change before then.
When he turns down the hallway towards his quarters, the area is empty. The guards that usually stand at his door were at the tourney and are now sitting down for the feast.
You come around the other end of the hallway, your red dress immediately drawing his eye. You glance around cautiously before breaking into a run, launching yourself into his arms. He catches you easily, laughing as his arms settle around you.
"Oh," you say on a breath, pulling back just enough to face him, "You have no idea how worried I was for you."
"Have you so little faith?" he asks with a smile.
"I believed in you," you say, hand to his chest, "But belief doesn't change the fear that comes at watching a lord twice your size sprint at you with a lance."
"I'm alright," he says, his hands running gently along your back. You smile at him and lean in to kiss his lips softly. Jace hums contentedly into the kiss, his arms wrapping tighter around you as he pulls you into a corner and deepens the kiss.
Together, you stay locked there for a long moment, relishing the quiet that is so hard to find. Jace's hands travel through your hair and over your body, greedy to get his fill of you while he has you.
"I should get to the feast," you say softly when you break for air, your forehead pressed to his.
"Stay with me," he says, entwining his hand with yours.
"My father will be looking for me," you say. Jace's smile drops. "I'm trying," you say, "To sway him to our favor."
"I know you are."
"Your victory today should help with that," you say, giving him a small smile. "Congratulations, by the way."
"Thank you, My Lady," he says with a laugh. "I'll see you at the feast."
"Yes, My Prince."
By the next week, your father's attitude still hasn't changed. At the feast, you tried to talk about the prince, but he wouldn't hear anything of it. Jace had even come over to greet your family. Your father was diplomatic and only spoke to the prince for as long as he had to.
"I don't get why he won't give his blessing," you say, looking down at Jace. His head is in your lap, his eyes closed. He is so peaceful at this moment, you hate to bring this up again, but there seem to be fewer and fewer times for the two of you to be together. Even now, you are supposed to be with other ladies of the court, practicing your needlework. Instead, you snuck off to the Godswood to be with Jace amongst the blossoming trees.
"I'd be queen one day," you continue. "What more could he want for me?" Jace opens his eyes and looks at you with a frown.
"It's because of the rumors about me," he says lowly. You want to say he's wrong, but you wouldn't even believe yourself. The rumors of Jace's parentage had only grown in the last few years. It seemed that as he became older, and King Viserys grew sicker, the accusations only multiplied.
"I don't care about that, though," you say brushing your fingers through his hair.
"You should," he says, taking your hand in his own. "There are some who would see my brothers and I slain, rather than see us inherit our birthright."
"All the great houses swore allegiance to your mother," you say, squeezing his hand. "And you are her trueborn son. To do so would be--"
"Treason," he says, "But there are still those who would try it."
"My father wouldn't," you say. "As stubborn as he is, he is loyal to King Viserys, and by extension, your mother." Jace sits up, a serious expression on his face.
"Tensions are high amongst my family," he says, taking your hands in his. "In the entire kingdom, really. I am worried what may happen. Your father is smart, and that is why he must worry, too."
"You all fear something that may never come to pass," you say, "Are we to be separated in the name of what ifs?"
"We are to be separated until we can convince your father that I can keep you safe."
"And how do we do that?" you ask. Jace lays his head back on your lap.
"I don't know," he says.
The room is dark when you enter your father's quarters that night. He sent word to your lady's maid to see him immediately, but she couldn't find you until now, because you and Jace had been intwined in the Godswood all afternoon.
"Lady Clegane said she did not see you today," your father says right away, before you can even greet him. "Were you not to be under her tutelage this afternoon?"
"I don't need to study my needlepoint, Father," you say, stopping in front of him. "No man alive cares how well his wife can stitch."
"You were with the prince, weren't you?" he asks, standing. He towers over you, but you hold your head high, meeting his gaze.
"Why don't you like him?" you ask. He merely shakes his head.
"It is not a daughter's job to pick her husband," he says, "That duty lies with her father."
"And who would you have me marry instead? A lesser lord of the Westerlands? Someone directly under your control?"
"If that is what I demanded, yes," he says, bracing your arms. "I raised you to obey me, Y/N."
"No, you raised me to cage me," you say, tugging from his grip. "I would be Jacaery's queen! There isn't a more advantageous match out there for me. Yet you refuse to even hear us out, because it is not of your doing!" His face reddens, a telltale sign of his rage. You have never raised your voice to him before, and are now slightly scared of what he may do.
"I think it's time you return to Casterly Rock," he says lowly.
"What?" you ask, momentarily stunned.
"Your time in King's Landing is over," he says firmly. "You have become disobedient and careless."
"Father--"
"Do you think I am the only one who sees it, Y/N?" he asks, taking your hands in his desperately. His eyes are wide and pleading. "Do you think no one saw the two of you in the Godswood today? That no one can see the secret looks you exchange? That family is shameless, and I will have you take no part in it.
"I will not allow your reputation to be ruined by the prince's," he says. Tears begin to form at the finality of his words.
"When do I leave?" you ask, setting your jaw as you fight off the tears.
"I'll escort you the day after tomorrow, so you can make your goodbyes," he says. He can't meet your eyes.
"Very well."
Jace is speechless when you tell him. He found you sitting outside of his chambers the next night, tears streaming down your face. He invited you inside, a hurtle the two of you had yet to pass until then, and held you close while you told him your fate.
"We'll only have tonight," you say quietly.
"Maybe it's for the better."
"How can it be when it separates us?" you ask, looking up at him with watery eyes.
"Just for now," he says, brushing your hair back gingerly. "When things relax, we can try to convince him again."
"How long will that be?" you ask, "He'll have me married off as soon as possible, I know." Jace frowns down at you, his eyes searching for an answer in yours, that he knows he can't find.
"I won't stop fighting for you, Y/N," he says. "I promise."
"I won't either."
"We'll find a way," he says. You nod your head, a new wave of tears incoming, and relax into his chest. He holds you in his arms for a long time, his had tracing patterns along your back. The fire is nearly out in his hearth, and the room grows dark quickly.
"When did he say he wanted you back?"
"Fuck what he said," you say, looking at him intently. "I am not leaving your side tonight." With a hand to his cheek, you bring your lips together. The kiss is slow, a bit salty with the tears streaming down your face, but it is all he has ever wanted. He tries not to think about the fact that this might very well be the last time he ever gets to taste your lips, ever gets to hold you.
But it seems that your thoughts go there as well. Quickly, the kiss turns passionate. Your teeth scrape against his lip, like you can take him with you to Casterly Rock. His hands move down your body, to places he hasn't dared to explore yet. As one, the two of you move, so that he has you pinned to the couch, his body atop yours in a way he's only dreamed about before. You moan into his kiss as his body rocks into yours.
âY/N,â he says breathlessly, forcing himself to break away from your kiss. Your lips are red, swollen from his touch. Your hair is spread out around you in a cascade of curls. It is torture to see you like this and not bring his body clashing into yours again.
âWhat?â you ask, your hand trailing down his chest, as if you need to touch him however you can.
âWe should stop.â
âWhy?â
âIf anyone ever found out, you would be disgraced. Your father already doesnât like me, I donât want to give him any other reason toââ
âIâll tell you something right now,â you say, âMy good name is mine alone to disgrace. Being here with you now, doesnât change a single thing about my honor.â
"Are you sure?"
"I need you, Jace," you whisper. You are barely able to finish the words before his mouth meets yours again, fiercer than before. He doesn't stay there too long. He needs to taste you everywhere, savor every moment he's got left with you.
His lips move across your face and down your neck. He loves the sounds you make when he bites down softly, the way your back arches your body into his. He sits the two of you up for just a moment, so that he can pull at the laces along your back.
When the top of your dress falls, he stares at your bare chest for a long moment. You smile at him, your skin flushed.
"You are so beautiful," he says. You grab hold of his face, kissing him again as you fall back onto the couch. Jace palms your breast, kneading gently as you whimper into his mouth. You pull at his clothes, too, until you rip his shirt off over his head.
Skin to skin now, Jace breaks from your lips to kiss down your chest. He lingers for a moment on your breasts, but his need to take you is growing too urgent. He moves down lower, tugging your dress down with him until you are fully exposed to him.
"Y/N," he says on a sigh, marveling at the sight of you.
"I love you."
"I love you," he says, dropping his lips to the folds at your center. The moan you let out is nearly enough to send him over, but he won't deny himself the opportunity to feel what it's like to be inside of you. He focuses on your pleasure, kissing the sensitive bud at the apex of your thigh, watching your face with rapt attention, seeing what action makes you cry out, which makes you thrust into him.
When you cry out his name, his watches proudly as your body clenches, waves of pleasure roll through you. Jace keeps up his actions for a few moments longer, tasting and savoring the moment as you come down.
When he sits up, he watches the rise and fall of your chest, the satisfied smile on your face. He kisses your lips passionately, treasuring the little sounds of happiness you make as he does.
He drops his trousers next, rubbing his cock against your slick folds. He presses into you slowly, barely able to keep his control, his need is so great. You gasp as you take him in, grabbing hold of his shoulders. He begins to rock into you, his movements gentle. As your sounds become more frequent, he picks up his pace, until the only sound he can hear is your cries of pleasure, and the collision of your two bodies.
He comes soon after that, his body collapsing on top of yours. For a long while, the two of you lay there, sweaty and happy, waiting for your breathing to return to normal.
"Jace," you say on a breath, breaking the silence first.
"Yes, my love?" he asks, his eyes meeting yours.
"This cannot be the last time," you say, cupping his cheek.
"It won't be. We'll find a way, I swear."
It's early morning when you return to your chambers. Your father collects you an hour later, and although the look he gives you suggests that he knows where you were, thankfully, he doesn't say anything.
The journey to Casterly Rock is long, taking nearly three weeks, and the entire time, your thoughts are on Jace. You bring him up a few times with your father, but after the most recent, he stops looking at you, stops speaking altogether, and rides astride his horse, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
When the news of King Viserys's death breaks, you hear it from your lady's maid. You shoo her away when she tries to finish braiding your hair. You know you should feel sad - Viserys was a great king, and had been sick for a long time. The last time you saw him, he looked like a walking corpse, and you had to avert your gaze.
But his passing means that Rhaenyra will be crowned queen. She will return from Dragonstone, where she fled just a week after you left King's Landing, and Jace with her.
You run from your chambers and burst into your parents' quarters, and find them talking in hushed, urgent tones. Your mother turns at your arrival and the look on her face scares you. There is panic in her gaze, mixed with a sadness that seems to grow when she sees you.
"Y/N," she says softly.
"I just heard the news."
"Yes."
"I expect we'll be leaving for King's Landing soon?" you ask, looking to your father. "For Princess Rhaenyra's coronation?"
"My dear," your mother says, a hand out to call you to her side. "Maybe you should sit down."
"What is it?" you ask as she sits you down in front of their empty hearth.
"Rhaenyra is not going to be queen," your father says.
"What do you mean?"
"Aegon has been crowned."
"He usurped the throne?" you ask in shock. "Are we gathering our bannerman? Should we--"
"Y/N," your father says with a sigh, taking your hands as he sits across from you. "We won't be calling our bannerman. We are supporting King Aegon."
"You swore allegiance to Rhaenyra," you say icily, looking between your parents' faces.
"I can't explain it all to you, daughter. There is much you don't understand."
"Uncle Tyland?" you ask quietly. Certainly, your level-headed uncle would see reason, when your father could not.
"He sits upon Aegon's small council," your father says.
"How long has this been planned?" you ask, moving away from your parents. The room suddenly feels too suffocating. Watching them, waiting for their response, you catch a quick look between your parents.
"How long have you known about this, Father?" you ask, stepping closer to look him in the eye.
"Rhaenyra was never going to be queen," he says lowly. "Regardless of the parentage of her sons. Although, that certainly didn't help her cause." You pull back from him, a look of disgust on your face. "And Aegon will make a good king."
"What will happen to Rhaenyra? To her sons?" you ask, the second question coming out broken. He doesn't answer. You look to your mother, hoping for some words of support from her, but she shares the same sad look on her own face.
"You've known this for so long . . ." you say, thoughts racing, "That's why you wouldn't approve an engagement between Prince Jacaerys and I."
"Yes," he says, "And I won't feel sorry for it. He'll be killed, no doubt. I don't want the same fate for you."
"But Daddy," you cry, calling him by a name you haven't in years, feeling as helpless as if you were still that child, "I love him!"
"It's already done, Y/N," he says, pain in his eyes. You let out a strangled sound before sliding down the wall.
"I'm having his baby," you say through a sob.
"What?" your mother asks urgently, crouching at your side. "What do you mean?" But no words come to you. The tears are falling too fast, any words choked by hiccupping.
Eventually, they bring you to your room. They both asked more questions about the baby, but you don't answer them, you can't. You don't trust them.
Your father had known this fate would befall Rhaenyra, would befall her sons. He knew you loved Jace, and he still let it all happen.
The next morning, your mother comes into your room. Her eyes are bloodshot, with dark circles underneath them. She brings you a cup of tea and kisses your forehead, before she says anything.
"Tell me about the baby," she says. "Are you certain?"
"No," you admit, bringing your knees to your chest. "But I haven't had my blood in a few weeks." Your mother nods and looks down sadly at her own drink.
"You'll need to drink moon tea," your mother says softly.
"I won't."
"Then you'll need to get married immediately, and claim the child as your new husband's."
"I won't do that either."
"Y/N," she begins with a sigh.
"You've already slammed the door on my whole world, I won't let you take this one last piece of him I have. If I am to have his child, I will keep it and I won't claim it as anyone else's."
"You'll be ruined," she says. "And if Aegon finds out that your child is Jacaerys's--"
"He won't. Nobody needs to know."
"Your father won't like this," she says gently. "You do not wish to make him angry."
"He's been angry. I've made my decision."
The next week, your cycle arrives, and you cry all day long.
"Sending another raven?" Rhaenyra asks, stepping out onto the cool balcony beside Jace. He gives her a tight lipped smile and nods. "Have you heard back from her?"
"Here and there," he says. He has been sending ravens to you for the past two weeks.
"I'm sorry your feelings fell into the middle of this mess."
"You have nothing to apologize for, Mother," he says seriously. She gives him a sad smile, a palm to his cheek.
"Baela tells me you have a plan to get her out," she says. Jace looks at her with wide eyes. He hadn't technically asked her permission, and what he was doing would be dangerous for their position.
"I know I should have told you," he starts.
"Yes, you should have. I would like to help," she says. She laughs at the bewildered look on Jace's face. "Do you think I would let you suffer here, knowing she's there, probably suffering too? Tell me your plan, Jace."
So he does. He gives her the same instructions he just sent to you. She gives him her support, while offering a few suggestions. She leaves him on the balcony after, giving him space to think over his plan, and to try and quell the hope building up inside of him.
All he is waiting for is one word from you, and he will enact this plan.
A day later, a raven knocks at his window, waking him from sleep. He leaps up immediately to grab its message, and finds just one word, written in your handwriting.
Yes.
On the morning of your escape, you awake with a smile on your face. It has been weeks since you felt anything at all. Your lady's maid enters into the room to ready you for the day, and you greet her, "Good morning."
"Good morning, My Lady," she says, looking at you in bewilderment. You're not sure you've spoken to her since you arrived at Casterly Rock. "I trust you slept well, then?"
"The best yet," you say.
As she moves about the room, getting your clothing together, you make sure to pick out the dullest dress in your wardrobe. When she sits you down to do your hair, you have her tuck your tendrils into a woven braid. Everything for indiscretion, or this plan will not work out.
When you walk into the breakfast room, your parents are gathered around a table. You give them a kind smile, playing the part of the dutiful daughter, knowing that your plans for escape were all laid.
"Good morning," your mother says, an air of suspicion in her voice.
"Morning," you say, sitting down next to her. "Good morning, Father."
"You haven't forgotten about your commitment today, I hope?" your father asks.
"No, I remember I am meeting with Lord Lannys today," you say innocently. He studies you for a moment like he doesn't believe you, but then his expression changes, or he forces it to. He forces himself to believe that you have finally pulled out of your darkness.
"Perhaps I'll accompany you down there," he says, "It's been a while since I have checked in on Lannisport."
"No," you say quickly. "You said you'd let me go with just a few guards."
"So I did."
"I have so little freedom," you say, "Am I to be chaperoned every day of my life?" The look on your father's face is one of remembrance, that this is the behavior he expects from his daughter.
"You will stay close to your guards," he says firmly.
"Of course."
"Our world is not as safe as it once was."
"I know."
"Very well."
You thank him and your mother, and when you bid them farewell, it is bittersweet. You try to see them as the loving parents you had when you were younger, but now you only see the causes of your heartbreak, and know that you're making the right call.
"When will she be here?" Joffrey asks impatiently, for the third time.
"Soon, I think," Jace answers.
"Why has it taken so long?"
"You don't have to wait with me, Joff," he says with a look to the younger boy. "It takes a long time to get here from the Westerlands."
In his plan, Jace had wanted to assure that your route would not be easily followable. The plan was for you to go to Lannisport and get aboard a ship that would take you to Seaguard. From there, you would travel by horse to Gulltown, where the Arryns would assure you passage to Dragonstone.
Yesterday, he got word that you arrived to Gulltown safely. If all went well, you would be in Dragonstone anytime now.
But the waiting was agony. Many times, Jace thought about saddling Vermax and flying out to you, just to get one glimpse of you. He knew himself, though, and knew that if he saw you, even from the air, he wouldn't want to let you out of his sights. He needed to wait patiently.
He was as bad as Joffrey, though.
When he finally sees your ship on the horizon, his heart starts beating faster. He rushes from his balcony and makes his way through the castle. Joffrey tries to keep up, but Jace loses him somewhere along the steps leading down to the shore.
Jace gets to the pier just as the small boat does. He doesn't think he is breathing as you step off the boat. Your eyes are searching for his and when they find him, a smile breaks across your face. You run towards him and he does the same, meeting you in the middle of the pier.
The second you are in his arms, you break down into tears. You cling to every part of him, your hands needing to touch him, needing to know that he is well. He realizes he is doing the same, his hand tangled in your hair, the other on your back.
"Oh, it's so good to see you," you say, pulling back just enough to look him over. Before Jace can say anything, you kiss him quickly, but fiercely.
"I'm so glad you're here," he says, hugging you again. You laugh, squeezing him just as tight.
"You're probably exhausted," he says, taking your hand and leading you back towards the castle. "You've had a long journey."
"Just a month," you say with a shrug, making him laugh.
"Well, you deserve your rest. I'll bring you right to my room," he says, "But there's one thing you'll have to do first."
"What's that?" you ask, furrowing your brow.
"Speak to my mother."
Dragonstone castle is not that much different from King's Landing, but it's unfamiliar, and unwelcoming. At least, the men sitting around Rhaenyra are. As you stand before them, some of your courage starts to slip.
"I am relieved to see you here safely, Lady Y/N," Rhaenyra says with a gentle smile.
"Thank you, Your Grace," you say. She stands and moves closer to you.
"I am sorry for having to do this, but seeing as your house has pledged their support to my brother, I have to ask where you allegiance lies," she says, stopping in front of you.
"With you, of course," you say immediately.
"You must know the risks, Y/N," she says, "You could very well be killed for supporting my claim and Jace's." For a moment, you glance back at your prince, and gather strength from his encouraging look.
"I'd burn my whole life down before I listen to another second of my father's scheming, and well before I bend the knee to Aegon Targaryen," you say.
"I love your son very much, I would never do anything to jeopardize his future, or yours, My Queen." Rhaenyra gives you a smile that is so much like her sons. She nods her head.
"Thank you, Y/N. Welcome to Dragonstone."
"Thank you, Your Grace," you say. Before you can even turn around, Jace's hand is in yours. He is looking down at you with a smile.
"Come on," he says, pulling on your hand gently. He leads you through the castle, up to his chambers, which will now be your own, he explains.
Once the doors close behind you, he is upon you, wrapping you in his arms as he kisses you. You smile into the kiss, realizing that this is not a dream, or just a passing moment. You'll get to stay in his arms for the rest of your lives.
"I love you," you say when you break away. "Thank you for getting me out of there."
"You're my lady, Y/N," he says, "And very soon I'll make you my princess. Of course I sent for you. I love you."
You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing your body into his again as your lips connect again.
"You must be exhausted," he says breathlessly. "You'll want to sleep."
"All I want is right here."
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hi! what about this: some time after spencer comes home from prison, he finds some toys reader had bought for herself since he'd been in prison for so long. he tells reader that if she was needy enough to do anything without him, she can do it again, without him. he orders her to show him what she was doing when he was gone. you can definitely include edging and/or overstimulation as well as degradation, of course if you're comfortable with that <3 also, if it's not a problem, since it would be a sub/dom dynamic there could be aftercare included, but it depends on what you feel like writing.
anyway, thank you and i hope you're having a great day đș
(18+) Dom Spence x fem reader. 1.3k. Sex toy. Squirting.
Spencer forces you to give him a show when he discovers your secret.
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Spencer wasn't trying to be evil, he really wasn't, but there was a twisted satisfaction witnessing your vulnerability. Maybe it was the sense of power over you, or perhaps you were simply captivating, but whatever the reason, he found himself drawn to the sight of you lying in bed, legs spread apart.
He watched intently as the toy disappeared into your cunt, moving in and out, each thrust met with the tight clenching of your walls. He never imagined he'd witness you finding satisfaction with anything other than him, yet, if he were honest with himself, the sight aroused him more than it angered him.
You had been going at it for a while nowâno, he forced you to do it. Though "force" might not be the right choice of word, because as embarrassed as you were by his discovery of the toy you forgot even existed, the pleasure clouded your mind, and you found yourself enjoying giving him a show far too much to stop.
âIs this what youâve been up to while Iâve been gone?â Spencer taunted, leaning back in the chair positioned at the foot of the bed.
Your response caught in your throat as your climax edged closer. With a sense of urgency, you increased the speed of your hand, plunging the toy in and out of your dripping cunt with increasing desperation, the echoes of your arousal filling the room.
âAnswer me,â he urged. âKeep your eyes on me and answer the question.â
With a shiver running down your spine, you forced yourself to meet his intense gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable under his scrutiny.
âI⊠I neededâŠâ you stammered, struggling to form coherent words amidst the rising tide of sensation.
âNeeded what?â he pressed.
You swallowed hard. âI needed⊠to feel something,â you admitted. âI needed⊠release.â
âAnd you couldnât wait for me?â
âI⊠Iâm⊠sorry,â you confessed, each word punctuated by a gasp as the toy drove you closer to the edge. âI couldnât⊠without⊠youâŠâ
The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of your ragged breaths and the faint hum of the toy. Then, his voice cut through the air. âDo you need me now?â
You nodded, unable to tear your gaze away from his piercing eyes. âYes,â you whispered, your voice raw with longing. âI-I need you.â
His lips curved into a knowing smile, the hint of a smirk playing at the corners. âHmm,â he hummed, his voice low and teasing. âThatâs too bad because Iâm quite enjoying the view.â
You squirmed under his gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable yet undeniably aroused by his control.
âPlease,â you pleaded, your voice trembling with need. âI canât⊠I canât take it anymore. I-I need you.â
A flicker of something akin to sympathy crossed his features, but it was quickly replaced by a mischievous glint in his eyes. âOh, I know you do,â he replied. âBut whereâs the fun in giving you what you want so easily?â
You bit your lip, torn between frustration and arousal. âPlease,â you pleaded again, your voice barely a whisper, âDonât tease me like this.â
His smirk widened, clearly enjoying the power he held over you. âYouâll have to beg a little harder than that,â he whispered. âShow me how much you need me.â
Your heart raced at his words, the intensity of his gaze igniting a fiery need within you. Without hesitation, you spread your legs further apart, the movement allowing him an unobstructed view of the way your cunt clenched around the toy, your arousal evident in the slickness coating it.
A satisfied groan escaped his lips at the sight, his hand instinctively finding its way to his strained arousal beneath his pants. âIâll tell you what,â he muttered, gripping himself. âMake yourself come and Iâll give you what you want.â
A whine broke put of you. âIâŠâ
âIf you were needy enough to satisfy yourself without me, you can do it again now.â
Your heart was beating fast against your chest, yet you found yourself nodding.
âThree times,â he continued. âGive me three orgasms.â
Your breath hitched at his words. âThree?â You squeaked.
âThree,â he affirmed, his voice low and commanding.
You swallowed hard, feeling a surge of anticipation mingled with apprehension. The thought of achieving such intense pleasure under his watchful gaze both thrilled and intimidated you. But the promise of his reward spurred you on, driving you to arch your back and chase after your first orgasm.
It came fast and fierce, crashing over you with an intensity that left you breathless. Your toes curled in ecstasy, and a blush spread across your cheeks as you surrendered to the waves of pleasure, knowing that he was watching your every move.
âYouâre doing so well,â he praised, his voice thick with desire. âGive me another.â
Your eyes fluttered open again, and you whimpered, determined not to give yourself a break. The faster you obliged, the quicker he would fuck you. So you pushed yourself even further, ignoring the burning sensation as the toy thrusts in and out of you relentlessly.
And then, as it hit that very deep spot inside you, your legs began to shake, spreading even wider in response to the overwhelming sensation. The pleasure surged through you like a tidal wave, from your head down to your toes, and his name escaped your lips in a breathless whisper.
He grunted as he rubbed himself through his pants. âOne more, sweetheart, you can take it, just one more.â
You gasped, still reeling from the intensity of the previous climax. âI⊠I canât.â
âYes, you can,â he insisted. âI know you can.â
Despite the lingering waves of pleasure still washing over you, you steeled yourself for one final effort. Gritting your teeth, you resumed the frantic pace, driving the toy deep inside you.
The sensations intensified, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your breath grew ragged, your heart pounding in your chest as you neared the edge once again.
As the pleasure built within you, there was a sudden, unfamiliar intensity to the sensation. It coiled in your stomach, sending a surge of urgency coursing through your veins. You whimpered softly, a mix of desire and apprehension knotting in your stomach.
You knew what was coming, and so did he, because his grip on his cock tightened, a hunger burning in his eyes. âThatâs it,â he murmured. âGive it to me, baby. Just let it out.â
Despite your embarrassment, you couldnât hold back any longer. With a gasp, you finally surrendered, feeling a rush of fluid escaping your body as you reached your high. The force of the liquid pushed the toy out of you, and you gasped, your body arching involuntarily in response to the overwhelming sensation. Your back arched, your head thrown back, and your eyes closed, letting the intense pleasure consume you entirely.
Every nerve ending seemed to tingle with ecstasy as the wave of release washed over you, leaving you trembling and breathless. With a shuddering breath, you collapsed onto the bed, spent and satisfied, your body buzzing with the aftershocks of your climax.
In the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, you felt his presence beside you, his arms wrapping around you in a comforting embrace. You steadied your breathing as he pulled you closer, his lips pressing gentle kisses against your sweaty face.
âSee?â he murmured, his voice filled with pride. âI knew you could do it.â
With a contented sigh, you nuzzled closer to him, reveling in his warmth. âWill you fuck me now?â
He laughed, the sound rich and full of affection. âMaybe we should wait for a while, let you calm down.â
You pulled back and gave him a look. âSpencer.â
With a playful smirk, he leaned in to pepper soft kisses along your jawline, trailing down to your neck. The warmth of his lips against your skin sent shivers of anticipation through your body.
And then he slipped off his clothes, and when he finally settled between your legs, pushing his throbbing cock into your dripping walls, you cling onto him desperately. Because nothing could compare to the pleasure he brought you, leaving you feeling whole and complete in a way that no toy ever could.
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Bad idea
dbf!joel x f!reader.
dividers by @saradika-graphics
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summary: teasing joel while on a road trip to houston for a concert was a bad idea. especially with your father tagging along. 3.9k words.
warnings: 18+ MDNI, age gap (23/40), smut, unprotected piv, fingering, dirty talk??, shit load of pet names, banter??, gas stations, no use of y/n, cursing, readers father is oblivious ofc, not beta read we die like losers, uhh idk what else so if i missed anything lmk !!
a/n: omfg this took way longer to write than i'd hoped for but it's here !! it's not the best and it's truthfully my first fic i've completed, written, and posted so if it's horrible that's why. that and i've also never written smut before so this was definitely a learning experience, hopefully as time goes on i'll get better at it but for now it's fuck it we ball, live and learn, anyways enjoy this and also happy birthday to joel miller the loml <3
The tree leaves dance in the wind, a few cars crushing the ones that have fallen and blown into the street leaving only tiny pieces to scatter in the air. It's only the middle of August but the leaves have already started to change colors and fall. at least it's still warm out.
You've watched at least four cars pass since the time Joel was supposed to show up, your dad planned some overnight trip to a concert in Houston. You're all supposed to ride in Joel's truck â he'd offered to be the one to drive there and back â but he still isn't here.
Be nice if it was just you and Joel. It would be like a date, the two of you alone together, spending the day together and having the hotel room all to yourselves for the night.
But that could never happen.
You can hear him from where you're sitting on the porch. your dad. He's been on the phone for the past hour arguing with whoever, he'd gotten loud enough you'd sought reprieve outside, it's proven useless.
You're thankful when you spot the familiar black truck pull up along the sidewalk, you stand from the steps and make your way over to him as he steps out of the truck. âYou're late,â you say.
Joel grabs up your bag, tossing it into the bed of the truck. You're not entirely sure how safe that is but you don't bring it up yet.
âSorry baby, lost track of time and got stuck in traffic.â When he turns to you he leaves one hand on the bed and the other on his hip, you watch the way his hands flex, like he wants nothing more than to wrap you up in his arms and kiss you.
But your dad could walk out the door any second, so he doesn't.
You nod, giving a slight raise of your eyebrows. âTraffic,â is all you say.
âWhat?â He cocks his head, raising his own eyebrows questioningly.
âNothing,â you mutter when you hear the screen door open and your dad's voice travels through the air.
âWe ready?â he tosses his own bag in the bed, eyeing you two curiously. You both nod in confirmation. âAlright then, let's go.â He rounds the truck, hopping in the passenger's side.
You look at Joel who gives you an apologetic look as he opens the door behind the driver.
This is going to be a long trip.
Joel was right about the traffic, you spend thirty minutes waiting for it to move along the highway. You'd understood the plan of it being an overnight trip but at this rate it might as well be a two day trip.
âGod damn, the hellâs takinâ so long?â You hear your dad say, finally breaking the silence that filled the car. âmight have to stay longer at this rate, if we even make it,â he mutters.
ââS why we left so early,â Joel says, there's a hint of agitation laced in his voice, no doubt from the traffic.
You feel the need to make it worse, poke the bear if you will.
âYou were late,â you mumble, but you can tell he heard you from the glare you receive through the mirror.
The concert doesn't start till seven, you'd left early â far too early if you're being honest â enough so there was time to get ready, you aren't too sure how that will plan out now from the traffic but Houston isn't very far now.
You honestly wish it was just you and Joel. The car ride so far has been pretty boring, if it was just the two of you the ride wouldn't be so dull. Instead you've listened to your dad talk about sports and work while Joel nodded along, occasionally replying with a sentence or two.
You'd be lying if you said it didn't bother you that all of Joel's attention was elsewhere. But you'd also be lying if you weren't about to make his life impossible.
Because that's exactly what you do.
It's honestly not a good idea, it's risky, but you're beyond caring at this point.
You reach over for your bag, grabbing out a few snack foods you'd packed earlier. You opt out of the chips, they're probably not the most sultry thing you could eat, instead you reach for the cream puff you'd bought a few days ago and forgot about.
You'd packed it for that reason, but now it has a new purpose.
The sound of the wrapping catches the two men's attention, your dad turns in his seat to see what the noise was when he spots the pastry between your hands. âBe careful with that, don't go makinâ a mess in Joel's truck,â he says, scolds almost.
You roll your eyes slightly. âI won't,â your eyes meet Joel's in the mirror, you smile at him as you take a bite of the puff.
His eyes track you, occasionally flitting back to the road. You can tell he's trying to figure out your game, not that it's too complicated to figure out.
You pull the pastry from your mouth, your other hand coming down to cup under your chin slightly. Joel's eyes are like daggers on you as he watches you, you can see the moment he spots the cream on your lips â you spotted it too.
Your tongue darts out slowly to lick at your lips, cleaning the mess left behind running your thumb along your bottom lip for extra measure. Joel stiffens in his seat, his hand tightening on the steering wheel, his jaw ticking to the side as he watches your little performance.
You smile innocently, but you both know what you're doing.
âLightâs green bud,â your dad's voice booms, breaking Joel from his trance as his eyes move from the mirror back to the road.
Youâve stopped for gas twice now, the first time was before youâd left because Joel forgot to fill his truck up the night before. Youâd be worried about not making it on time but youâve made pretty decent time.
Youâre about half way when Joel pulls into a gas station, pulling up to a pump and shutting off the car. The sound of the passenger door opening catches Joel's attention. âWe all goinâ?â he asks, looking back at your dad whoâs already out of the car.
âYeah, figured we could stretch our legs and all that,â your dad says, emphasizing his statement by stretching out his body.
Youâre wondering about the candy section when your dad finds you. âHey, Joel's outside filling the truck, you almost done?â
You scan the aisle one more time, snatching up a lollipop as you nod. âYep, now I am,â you say, following him to the counter.
You swear the line takes forever, you donât think youâve ever seen a gas station so busy before, you stand next to your dad as he checks out, your eyes wander out one of the windows, you spot Joel almost immediately. His broad shoulders squared as he stands next to the pump.
You feel a tap on your shoulder, turning to see your dad gesturing towards the door. You follow him out, unwrapping the lollipop as you both make your way back to the truck. âShit,â your dad mutters, ruffling through the plastic bag. âI'll be right back, forgot something.â
You nod, leaning against the side of the truck, watching as your dad jogs back into the store leaving you and Joel to finish filling the tank.
Your eyes catch Joel's, heâs standing at the bed of the truck his arms crossed along his chest, you watch the way his shirt stretches along with it.
You can tell heâs caught onto your game, has for a while now if the way the muscle in his jaw jumps says anything.
âThe hell you doinâ?â
You smile, pulling the sucker from your mouth with a pop. âWhat do you mean?â
Joel shakes his head, grabbing the pump and putting it back freeing up his pathway as he steps closer to you. âDonât give me that, you know what I'm talking about,â he says, crowding your space slighting.
You look up at him through your lashes, doing your best to keep your expression unreadable. âYouâre going to have to be specific joel,â
His jaw ticks to the side, scanning the area quickly before gripping your chin between his fingers, tilting your face upwards more as he leans in. âYour little stunt in the car with the cream puff, tryna get me hot and bothered, hm?â He whispers, his tone dropping an octave sending shivers down your back.
This is the closest heâs been in hours and he still isnât close enough.
âWanna get us caught, hm? Is that it?â His hand slides to the base of your throat, âlet your daddy find out iâm fucking his daughter?â
You part your lips, his eyes drop at the movement, you want nothing more than for him to kiss you right now to run your hands through his hair while he all but devours you. Heâs thinking the same, the way his hand tightens ever so slightly around your neck as his eyes flit between your lips and your eyes.
âJoel,â you breathe, youâre not sure what youâre trying to ask but you never get a chance before the sound of your dadâs voice causes you both to spring apart.
âAre we ready?â your dad asks, tossing his things in the car and looking at you both.
âYep,â Joel clears his throat, running a hand across his face before getting in the truck.
Your legs are practically screaming at you, sitting in the back of a pickup for hours and then climbing a set of stairs is leaving your calves burning in the worst way.
Youâd finally made it to the motel youâd be staying at for the night with plenty of time to spare thankfully. When you walk into the room youâre immediately met with the ac, itâs a relief on your skin from the hot air outside.
The roomâs what youâd expect a motel room to be, two double beds spaced apart with two dark night stands next to them. Theyâre neatly made, meaning itâll be a battle to get into. You venture further in the room, passing by the bathroom and heading towards another door within the room.
When you open the door youâre met with another room, itâs slightly smaller with no other way out of it than the main door, thereâs a single double bed in the center of the room thatâs made up the same way as the other two.
Conjoined rooms. It makes sense, you toss your things on the bed closing the door. You rummage around in your bag looking for the dress youâd packed, you didnât pack a whole lot given that you werenât staying for very long but now as youâre searching for something to wear it feels like you did.
You end up dumping the bag, your pajamas and make up layed out on the bed as you flatten out the wrinkles of your dress, it wasnât anything too extravagant just a simple dress that fell just above your knees.
Youâre just about to put your hair up to do your makeup when the door opens, you turn to see Joell standing in the doorway, his broad frame practically taking up the entire space. Heâs dressed in the same clothes heâd shown up this morning in, â save for the flannel heâd stripped himself of â a dark blue shirt that hugs his arms paired with dark washed jeans.
He stands leaning against the frame in silence as his eyes rack up your body taking you in. âYâlook pretty,â he says, finally pushing off the frame taking slow deliberate steps towards you.
You watch his movements stood in the middle of the room, your heart rate picks up heat pooling in the bottom of your stomach from the way heâs looking at you. The atmosphere in the room is thick with need, you have half a mind to ask where your dad is.
âOh, now youâre worried âbout your dad?â your eyes widen, you hadnât thought youâd said that aloud. Joel crowds your space, his hand coming up to cup your face, his thumb under your chin as he tilts your head slightly.
âHe left to get food, wonât be back for a little while,â
âItâs just us then?â
âMhm,âÂ
You all but drag him down to your lips, your hands locked together around the back of his neck. Joel stumbles at your eagerness catching himself before he can fall, his hands falling to your waist bunching up your dress as he squeezes your sides.
You gasp softly when Joel pulls you closer, the prominent bulge of his cock digging into your hip, you grind your hips upwards seeking some sort of friction for the ache already forming between your legs.
Joel pulls away, you whine at the loss. âShould finish gettinâ ready sweetheart,â he mumbles, putting distance between you, his hands still firmly in place at your waist.
Heâs teasing you now, getting you back for the car ride. But youâve lost the patience to be teased right now, your core practically throbbing already and Joel is looking at you with a smug smirk well aware of the state youâre in.
âJoel,â you whine out, trying uselessly to pull him back towards you.
He raises his brows, keeping his distance. âYes babygirl?â He says, rubbing circles along your sides.
âPlease,âÂ
âPlease what, darlinâ?â
You groan in annoyance, if you werenât so worked up youâd strangle him for making you beg, but you are. âPlease, fuck me,â
Joel hums, looking up as if heâs contemplating, youâre certainly starting to reconsider strangling him. âDunno know baby, might just make you wait til we get home,â
You could honestly start screaming, youâre running out of time and heâs just messing with you. You look up at him, his eyes already on you an almost amused look on his face.
You lay your hands on his shoulders as you plead. âPlease. Iâll do anything just, please,â
âYeah?â He steps closer, leading you backwards towards the bed, you nod slowly carefully walking til the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed.
Joel lays you back, pushing whatever's on the bed to the floor as he follows you down, he nudges your legs apart so he can nestle himself between them. You wrap your hands around his neck again, pulling him down once more to your lips.
His mouth slots over yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. Your body is on fire as his hands wander, sliding lower to where you need him most.
You moan into Joel's mouth, your hips grinding upwards as one of his hands slip under the hem of your dress finding your clit through the fabric of your underwear, damp from the slick leaking from your core.
He rubs gentle circles against your clit, kissing his way down your neck. You run your hands through his hair gripping the strands as you gasp and moan.
Joel pulls his hand away from your core, you whine at the loss, he pulls away from you, his hands sliding up your legs. His fingers slip under your waistband, pulling your underwear down off your legs and stuffing them in his pocket.
âJoel,â you squirm under him, his eyes flick back up to yours, he watches you, his eyes never leaving yours as his hand slides back up your leg spreading them so he can nestle between them again.
âI know,â he rasps, two of his fingers running through your arousal, collecting the slick before sliding the two digits past your entrance slowly, your head falling back against the pillows as you moan softly.
He thrusts his fingers, a slow back and forth rhythm, curling them upward on every inward thrust. Your hips rock up encouraging him to move faster, every inward thrust paired with the rock your hips has Joel hitting the spongy spot inside you that has you seeing stars.
His thumb finds your clit rubbing circles on the bud, your hands seek purchase on his shoulders, rumpling his shirt as you ball your fists. âThis what you wanted, baby?â He taunts, pulling his fingers almost completely out then thrusting them back in.
You nod, your voice lost to the moans and gasps. âCould've asked âstead of teasinâ me all day,â Joel drawls, his voice thick with lust, his hips slowly rutting into the mattress.
âYeah, but whereâs the fun in that?â You finally breathe out.
You hear Joel grumble something under his breath, you donât catch what before heâs back to thrusting his fingers at a fast pace, his hips grinding down matching the rhythm of his fingers.
You can feel yourself teetering on the edge, the warmth building at the bottom of your stomach. Joel can sense it too, his fingers working more determinedly, his thumb applying more pressure on your clit as he works to push you over the edge. âYou gonna cum?â He drawls in your ear lowly, placing delicate kisses below your ear.
A soft moan elicits itself from your throat, nodding your head quickly, your toes curling up as your orgasm approaches. âWords darlinâ,â he nips at your earlobe.
âyâ ha â yes,â
âThat's it babygirl, let go,â he cooâs gently, encouraging you, and you do. You grip Joel's arms, tossing your head back, your mouth agape, a chain of moans escaping. Your walls clench around his fingers, your body shuddering under the weight of your orgasm.
âThere you go, good girl,â Joel praises softly, slowing his fingers as you come down from your high. He watches the way your chest rises and falls rapidly, your body relaxing into the bed. You havenât fully come down from your high before beginning to fumble with the button of his jeans, Joel's hand lays over yours stopping your movements. âWoah, slow down darlinâ,â he chuckles.
You groan in frustration, throwing your head back against the pillows once more. âJoel.â you grumble.
âAsk nicely,â he says, raising an eyebrow.
You groan again looking up at him again. âPlease,âÂ
He pulls your hand away, carefully pinning it above your head as he deftly works open the button of his pants, swiftly pushing them past his hips along with his underwear. You can tell heâs running out of patience â and time â to keep teasing you from the way he all but hurriedly frees his aching cock.
You watch as he strokes himself, a careful back and forth motion, his brows furrowed in pleasure. He nudges your legs further apart nestling his hips between your thighs, you wrap your legs around him pulling him closer to you. The head of his cock nudges against your clit eliciting a gasp.
âFuck,â Joel breathes, closing his eyes tightly, his teeth grinding together slightly.
He lets out a breath, composing himself, he wraps his hand around the base of his cock, sliding the tip along your folds and through arousal using it to slick himself up. Holding your breath everytime the tip catches your clit.
He does that a few more times, his cock only catching your entrance before pulling away. âJust, fuck me,â you huff irritatedly.
âBeinâ a real brat, yâknow that?â Joel grumbles, lining his cock up with your entrance. âShould leave you like this, let you go to the concert soakinâ,â he never gives you the chance to say anything before heâs pushing his hips forward, stretching you open.
You moan out your legs tightening around his hips, he sets a brutal rhythm, his hips snapping upwards, the head of his cock pushing further on every thrust.
Your hands find their way to Joelâs hair, pulling the strands as you toss your head back in pleasure, your eyes rolling backwards. Joel groans, his head falling on your chest, his hot breath ghosting the skin there.
The room was filled with both of your breaths, soft moans mixing with heavy groans as Joel fucked into your heat. His hand slides down your side, his thumb finding your clit once more drawing tight circles, your moans growing in pitch. Joel slots his mouth over yours, muffling your moans slightly in a heated kiss, your teeth clashing together.
âBe. Quiet.â He manages to gasp out between kisses. You mumble out what sounds like an affirmative, he moves down your neck leaving open mouthed kisses along the skin there, his teeth lightly nipping there. But he knows better than to leave any marks.
His hips continue to ground into you, his cock pushing further and further, his tip grazing against the spot inside you that leaves you breathless. âYeah? Right there?â He quirks an eyebrow, watching as you bite your lower lip in an effort to muffle your moans.
You nod your head, unable to form any words, your walls tighten around him, you can feel yourself getting closer. His pace quickens, his hips pounding into you faster working vigorously to get you there before him. âGo on baby, le â fuck â let go,â he stutters, his hips faltering slightly.
Your legs tighten around his hips as your orgasm gets closer, the feel of his cock pushing you over the edge. Your walls clamp down, your legs practically going numb as your eyes rolling as pleasure washed over you. Joelâs movements slow as you come around him. âThatâs it babygirl, there you go. Cum around me, good girl,â he soothes, a desperate moan escaping.
When you finally come down from your high Joelâs movements pick up speed again, working desperately to push himself over the edge heâd been teetering on for a while now.
You run your hands through his hair, pulling him closer, trailing kisses up his neck and below his ear, lightly biting the lobe as his hips begin to stutter. âFuck darilinâ, so fuckinâ pretty it hurts,â he rambles, his head falling to your shoulder.
He groans, his hips stopping as he cums, his warm load coating the inside of your walls. His body slackens slightly, careful not to put his weight on you. For a while the only sound filling the room is that of both your breaths.
After a few more bouts of silence Joel finally speaks up. âShould get cleaned up and finish gettinâ ready,â he says, groaning as he slowly pulls out, carefully tucking himself away before extracting himself from the bed. âCâmon,â he pats your leg, moving towards the door.
You sit up on your elbows, watching him from the bed. âWhat about my underwear?â You ask, Joel turns to face you from the doorway.
âWhat about them?â He doesnât say anything else, never gives you the chance to say anything either before heâs out the door a smug smirk plastered across his face.
You stare out the door at a loss, eventually falling back against the bed, you know you should get up and finish getting ready before your dad gets back, but if youâre being honest you donât think you could get up right now.
Instead you lay there staring at the ceiling, a ridiculous grin spread across your face. Teasing Joel with your dad around may have been a bad idea, but youâd do it again if it got you here.
#joel x reader#dbf!joel#road trip#smut#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller smut#joel miller x reader#i'm literally terrified to share this omg#concert without the concert#happy tlou day and happy birthday to joel#dbf trope has me in a chokehold
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âËâč⥠assistance | sam winchester x reader
a/n - not for kinktober just a fic i wanted to get out!! iâm unsure whether i like the dialogue on this im sorry if it sucks i feel i can never write dirty talk right *sobs* but i really hope you enjoy!!! <3
cws - fem!reader, 2k, nsfw 18+, phone sex, mutual masturbation, kind of softdom!sam, long distance, fluff, comfort, kinda unedited
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It was later than heâd liked by the time he finally got back to the motel. With muscles that ached from the dayâs strain, brain fogged from how tired he was, Sam honestly just wanted to call his girlfriend and talk to her until he fell asleep.
Heâd meant to text her a couple of hours prior to let her know the hunt was dragging on longer than expected, but his phone had fucking died when he and Dean were two hours into their trek into the woods to find the pack of werewolves they were hunting, and heâd been pretty miserable ever since.
Dean had disappeared off to the nearest bar after dropping Sam off at their room so he thankfully had the place to himself to mope around as he plugged his phone into the charger and showered whilst he waited for it to get some power. The shitty water pressure and barely lukewarm water did nothing for his aching back, so he was even more agitated by the time he got himself settled onto the uncomfortable mattress twenty minutes later, hair wet and skin still damp beneath his clothes with his eagerness to call her.
As much as he hated being away from her for so long, and too often, it was the safest thing to do. Sam wouldn't be able to forgive himself if something happened to her because she was too close to his shit. He still had dreams about Jess, about how that was all his fault. He couldnât let it happen again.
His phone hadnât even reached twenty percent but he was impatient and shuffled over to the edge of the bed so the phone cord would reach and held the phone to his ear as he called her, propped himself up against the headboard.
The phone didnât even ring twice before she answered.
âSam?â
âHey, baby.â The words came out in an exhale, most of the tension left him just at the sound of her voice, the ache seeping out of his bones like a relief. It was what kept him sane whenever he was away. Her picture in his wallet, her hair tie on his wrist, her voice in his ear.
âHi, Sammy. Got worried when you didnât call on time.â
He winced at the thought. She worried for him, of course she did. Sam understood how horrible it must have felt for her, knowing what he was going off to do. He could only imagine the dread that mustâve curled inside of her whenever he was late calling. Too many things had happened in the past, too many things could still go wrong.
âSorry, my phone died when we were still out, didnât get back until way later than I thought,â he groaned, sank down the headboard a little to stretch out on the bed. The agitation still hadnât quite left him, the stiffness in his muscles prominent. He wanted nothing more than to curl up with her in his arms and he couldnât have it. âMiss you, honey.â
He could hear the smile in her voice as she responded, âMissed you more. Wish you were here, itâs cold at night without you in bed too.â
He snorted a quiet laugh. âThatâs why you miss me?â
âMhm,â she giggled, though her voice turned a little coy as she murmured, âamong other reasons.â
âYeah?â An automatic smile was curling at his mouth.
Another little giggle through the receiver. He didnât even need to see her to know that she had that little bashful smile on her face. He also knew exactly what was on her mind, it was on his too.
It wasnât the first time theyâd have done this. He was on the road so often that their sex life wasnât as amazing as it could have been, and it wasnât like he didnât pleasure himself when he was away on hunts anyways.
There had been many many evenings heâd spent in the shower, hot water rolling down his back as he had one hand pressed to the tiled wall whilst the other pumped his cock until his cum was washed down the drain along with his shampoo bubbles. It wasnât ideal â bottom lip tucked between his teeth to stifle the heaving breaths and quiet groans, trying to get off as fast as he could before the hot water could run out or Dean could get back to the room. It was even worse when it became a result of having her on the phone. There had been many occasions where her soft voice and giggles in his ear had been enough to get him hard, on nights when he was really missing her and it had just been too long since heâd kissed her.
It turned out she did the same as him. Though when Sam pictured it, it was a lot more graceful than his time in the shower. Laid out all pretty on their bed, legs spread, fingers wet with her own arousal as her head tipped back against the pillows. Sometimes if he got a little selfish he pictured her voice all whimpery saying his name as she came, but he couldnât get lost in that daydream often, or heâd get hard over that, too.
âMiss you,â she breathed again, and the shift in her tone was palpable. âI⊠I tried touching myself earlier but I couldnât cum without you on the phone.â
The groan that left him was automatic and his cock throbbed, hardening beneath the material of his boxers. The idea that she couldnât even get off without his voice in her ear did wonders for him, it was a wonder his ego wasnât too big already.
âYou need my help, honey?â He crooned into the phone, settled into the tone of voice he knew she liked to hear, the voice he used more often than not when he was whispering in her ear, hips slotted between her thighs, rolling in a rhythm that left her whiney and panting.
Her soft little âmhmâ was enough for him to move his other hand down and palm himself, hissing in a breath through his teeth.
âGo ahead and lay down for me, pretty girl. Wanna tell me what youâre wearing?â
There was the rustling of sheets over the phone before her voice spoke up again, âJust one of your shirts.â
Another groan. âYou trying to kill me, baby?â
She giggled and his cock twitched beneath his palm. Jesus Christ he needed to get back to her, he needed her in person, to sate the need that wouldnât be doused thoroughly enough over the phone.
âGo ahead and spread your legs for me, sweetheart,â he breathed, palming his cock again as he spoke, eyes squeezing shut as his head knocked back against the headboard. âDid you get yourself all worked up earlier, hm? Are you all soaked already?â
There was another hum, though he could hear the way her breathing had deepened, deep and heavy in his ear. He could picture the tickle of her breath on his face, the shape of her lips, the taste of her mouth after sheâd just brushed her teeth. He needed her.
âWhy donât you start touching yourself for me?â He murmured, voice low with his arousal. Her resounding moan was enough for his cock to throb again and his hand finally dipped beneath his waistband, freeing himself with a quiet groan.
âAre you touching yourself too?â She whimpered, and it was a miracle he didnât just cum there and then.
âYeah,â his hand lifted and he tipped his head down to spit into his palm, groaning softly the next time he pumped his cock. âYeah I am, dolly. Your pretty voice got me all worked upâ fuck.â He breathed out the word between his teeth. He was already leaking pre-cum, thumbing over the head of his cock in a move that made him shudder, though it felt nice when she did it. Stroked his cock with her pretty hands, her pretty lips that wrapped around his head when she was on her knees for him, licking along the length of his dick in a way that always made him weak in the knees.
She moaned again and his hips jerked, rutting into his hand with a filthy groan. âHowâre you feeling, honey?â
She whimpered, and Sam felt another dribble of pre-cum slide down the length of his cock. âGoodâ mm, good, jâstââ she took in a shaky breath, âfeels better when itâs you, baby.â
âOh yeah?â He grunted, pumping his cock just a little faster. âWhyâs that, dolly?â
âBigger hands,â she breathed. âlonger fingers.â
Sam moaned, the idea of his fingers nestled deep in her wet heat enough for his cock to throb in his hand, and he knew he wouldnât last long. But from the sounds of her pretty little whimpers, neither would she. âCanât fill that pretty pussy up as nice as I can, hm?â He took in a shuddering breath. âPlay with your clit for me, sweetheart.â
He could hear the moment she did, the sharp inhale, the whimpery moan, the rustling of the sheets as she, undoubtedly, spread her legs wider. âOh god, Sammyââ
ïżœïżœAre you close, sweetheart?â
All he got in response was a high-pitched âuh-huh.â
âThatâs itâ shit, thatâs it, baby,â he panted, pumping his cock faster, moaning softly as his head arched back. âGo on, dolly, make some pretty sounds for me as you cum, wonât you? Mâgonna cum just thinking about you making such a mess of yourself, câmon, babyââ he was practically begging between sharp breaths.
It only took a moment before he heard her sharp inhale and the whine that followed, and all it took was a few more quick ruts into his hand and the sounds of her before he groaned her name, toes curled and eyelids scrunched as he came. He could feel the evidence of his orgasm dribbling down his cock and his fingers as he shucked a few more times, hissing through his teeth as he finally stopped.
âOh sweetheart,â he breathed, panting, not unlike her heavy breaths into the phone. âYou sounded so fucking pretty, honey. That feel good for you?â
She took a shuddery breath and hummed again. âYeah, thanks baby.â
Sam couldnât help the breathy chuckle. âDonât need to thank me,â he murmured. âMâalways gonna take care of my girl, even if Iâm not there. You made quite a mess of me, too.â
She breathed a laugh, and a moment passed of just their shared breathing as they both calmed down. Samâs cock had softened completely against his abdomen, and heâd have to change his clothes and have another shower, but fuck was it worth it.
âIâll be on my way back to you tomorrow,â he promised once his breathing had mostly evened out. âShould be with you before dinner, then you get me all to yourself.â
She yawned into the phone before mumbling, âGood, want you back to me as soon as possible.â
The sound of her so sleepy just left him so soft. âI promise I will be,â he breathed. âWhy donât you get some sleep, okay honey? Iâll call you in the morning when weâre on the road.â
âOkay,â her voice had completely softened, coated in a sickly-sweet fondness that left him putty in her hands. âI love you. Get back to me safe, okay?â
âI always do,â Sam smiled. âI love you too. Night, gorgeous.â
She yawned her own goodbye before the line went dead, and he let the phone drop back down onto the mattress with a heavy breath.
Just one more day, then he could have her in person, help her in all the ways he wanted to on the phone.
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pairing. kinich x fem!reader
word count. 3.1k
genre/warnings. childhood friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff and angst, drabble collection, reader is mentioned to be wearing a dress, descriptions of blood and injury
summary.
in which kinich learns the value of all things: lives, friendship, and, of course, you. or, in which kinich realizes that you are the only priceless thing in this world.
author's note. the slow burn is burning... kinich is a little slow to the punch though LOL. this chapter talks about turnfire night, i took a lot of ~artistic liberty~ with the banquet and such so don't hate on me pls. there's a bit of angst in the next few chapters, i'm sorry HAHAHA. pls lmk what you guys think, it's very motivating! i hope you enjoy <3 reblogs/interaction highly appreciated!
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At some point, the flowers start to speak your name.
Kinich isnât sure when the idea took root in his mindâit had been slow for sure, a snail crawling over a branch. Living together makes you a perpetual presence in his life, a certainty like the rise of the sun and the glint of the stars. He finds comfort in that knowledge, but rarely thinks on it more than that.
The day he realizes it, the sun is a bright yolk in the sky, honey-yellow and shining dutifully upon his back. A layer of sweat plasters itself to his forehead, and he scrubs it away with his wrist, panting. For as many years as heâs been a farmer, the work hardly gets easier; it still leaves him sore and aching every day.
Across the field, the front door of your home swings openâitâs you that peeks out, waving. Kinich nods back in reply, gathering the vegetables in his basket and jogging back over to you. He frowns when he notices a dark spot on one of his carrots, vaguely noting that he should toss that one out later.
âI ran you a bath,â you offer, leaning halfway out the doorway. Kinich extends a half-smile in gratitude.
âThanks,â he replies, holding the harvest out to you. You take the basket with a small âthank youâ, placing it down on your feet. Usually, you would take the vegetables inside right away to wash and cut them, but today, youâre lingeringâthereâs something on your mind.
But Kinich is nothing if not patient, so he merely waits, arching a brow.
âItâs Turnfire Night,â you finally admit, hands clasped behind your back. âElder Leik invited us to the banquet, if youâre keen on going.â
Surprised, Kinich glances over his crops. Heâs just about done here for the day, and he doesnât have anything on the to-do list for tonight anyway.
âDo you want to?â
Youâre hesitating, likely out of shynessâhe watches you rock back and forth on your heels.
âI think itâd be nice,â you reply, short.Â
Youâre trying not to force him, he realizes. You know how much he hates crowded things like that. And usually, you would be right, but he thinks back on the last time heâd visited the village. Itâs been long enough, he decides, and one day wouldnât kill him.
âSure, we can go.â
Your disposition brightens instantly, nearly ascending with joy.Â
âReally?â you squeak, hands drawing to your chest. He smiles and nods, shaking his head with amusement when you disappear back inside, cheering. Youâre easy to please in a lot of ways.
Kinich takes you up on your offer of a warm bath, then prepares one for you as well. Gone are the days that the two of you washed up in the riverâa nicer bathtub had been one of your earlier investments, and Kinich had grown to appreciate the blessings of a warm place to wash at the end of a long day. It does wonders for his aching muscles.
Over the years, Kinichâs house had slowly grown into a home, right under his nose. Your presence had been a driving force in that process.
While his hair dries, heâs in the kitchen organizing a few of the cupboards when you emerge from your bath, footsteps quietly padding against the floor. You call his name, voice thin and uncertain. When he turns, his heart squeezes.
Youâre wearing a lovely dress, a forest green with golden accentsâhe briefly notes that it matches his eyes, then wonders if you had chosen that on purpose. The thought leaves his head foggy.
âWhat do you think?â you ask shyly, giving a small twirl. Kinichâs gaze follows the flow of your skirt, the liveliness of it. Heâs never seen you dressed up like this in all his years of knowing you, and the sight makes something take root in his chest. âI bought it at the market a while ago, just in case.â
Thereâs a beat of silence, but it doesnât sit for long.
âIt looks nice,â is all that crawls from his throat, thick. The words sound awkward from his lips, he thinks harshly. A heated flush surges up his neck, curling around his ears and resting there. You practically glow at his response, clapping to yourself.Â
âI got something for you too,â you sing, disappearing into the bedroom. Kinich waits patiently until you return, gesturing for him to close his eyes. He indulges you, and itâs a few seconds before something soft brushes at his forehead, pushing his bangs aside.
A bandana.
When his vision returns, youâre standing inches away from his faceâhis breath hitches at the proximity. Your gaze is searching as it meets his, your lip twitching at the edge. The excitement nearly pours off of you in waves.Â
Youâre staring.
Kinichâs fingers brush his own cheek, self-conscious. âWhat is it?â
You lean impossibly closer.
âNothing,â you hum, happy as a clam. âI just think it makes your eyes look even prettier.âÂ
Youâve always told him how much you love his eyes, the starburst of jade and gold. You have a tendency to notice things about him that no one else does.
âDoes it look nice?â he asks quietly, thumbing at the cloth. He would recognize a product of your weaving anywhereâyou mustâve been working on this for a while now. He wonders when you found the time, or even how you managed to do it without him noticing.
You nod, a fond smile gracing your face. âYou look really handsome.â
Kinich feels a touch of jealousy at the ease with which the words seem to fall from your lips. Sometimes, he wishes he could speak his mind the way you do. He doesnât usually hold back in his wordsâmost people he interacts with can attest to thatâbut when it comes to you, his tongue grows heavy in his mouth.
Still, the idea that you think he looks handsome isâŠnice.
âThank you,â he breathes.
You turn and skip back into the bedroom, calling over your shoulder about how the two of you should leave soon. He watches you leave, the dress flowing like silk over your form. He swallows.
Itâs really, really nice.
Later on, Kinich holds you close as the two of you grapple toward the village, mountains and trees racing past you. Your giggles are warm against his ear; you love traveling like this, the adrenaline that pulses through your veins. Winking dots of light are already visible in the distance, a rousing cheer reaching your earsâthe festivities have already started.
He lands neatly on one of the wooden walkways, taking in the scenery. The village is decorated with bright streamers and vases of blooming flowers, crowds of people maneuvering around the party. You maintain your grip on Kinichâs hand, unwilling to lose him in the crowd.
Two taller figures emerge from the swathe of people, greeting you by name.Â
âHave you two been taking care?â Elder Leik asks warmly, Chief Wayna smiling at his side. The elders are concerned for the two of you, Kinich knows; theyâve tried many times to convince you to move back to the village. Their efforts slowly ceased as the two of you grew olderâyouâve always been steadfast in your independence.
You nod enthusiastically. âWeâve been doing really well! Everyoneâs seeking out Kinichâs work.â
Your compliment makes him feel a bit embarrassedâhe feels an urge to deny it, but the elders only laugh and congratulate him, ruffling at his hair. He does feel a bit satisfied that they recognize his strength.
âThatâs great,â Chief Wayna replies, genuine. âJust remember you can always come to us if you ever need anything. But also make sure you enjoy the party!â
He leaves the two of you with a wink, fading into the crowd, and you take the opportunity to grasp at Kinichâs hand, pulling him along. Youâre the most excited person there, truly in awe of everything.
Kinich indulges in some of the food, laughing at the gusto with which you scarf down your ownâhe chuckles as he wipes crumbs away from your cheeks. Everyoneâs spirits are high; the music is loud and roaring, an electrifying song that Kinich can feel in his veins. You perk up at the sound.
âKin, can we dance?â you beg, eyes bright and lips pouted.Â
He glances around. Really, he doesnât want to, especially not in front of all of these people. But the music is slowing, and Kinich can never say no to you, so he sighs, pulling you close and placing a cursory hand at your waist.
âIs this good?â he asks, a murmur. You hum in content, resting your head at his shoulder.
âItâs great.â
A permanent grin seems to have plastered itself over your lips. Kinich absently thinks that it makes you look so much more beautifulâa flower in bloom.
âYouâre really happy today,â he comments.
Your eyes flutter shut, delighted.
âIâm happy you wanted to come with me. And I was happy that you liked my dress, and that you liked the headband I wove for you. Iâm just happy.â
A deep yearning fills Kinichâs chest at the feather-softness of your voiceâhe feels an urge to hide you away. Somehow, he wants this side of you to only be for him.
âI did really like it,â he confirms. âThe headband, andâŠeverything else.â
He likes spending time with you, he likes your dress, and he likes the warmth that permeates his body when you hold him like this. Everything else seems to fade into nothingness.
For a while, the two of you talk about nothing and everything. Itâs a truly peaceful existence. Kinich tries to remember if heâs ever been to a Turnfire Night like this before; the last time heâd attended, heâd likely been too young to even remember the event. You just have a way of replacing his darker memories with pleasant ones.
The beat of the music picks up again, and Kinich feels an instant chill when you lift your head from his shoulder. Still, he sways to the music with you, smiling when you start to sing along to the energetic song.
âYouâre a good dancer,â you observe, in awe. Kinich shrugs, smoothly spinning you again.
âItâs not that hard.â
Dancing with you is actually fun, he realizes despite his initial hesitation. Your laughter fades with the passing wind, dissipating into the night, and he canât help but stare at the way the torchlight glimmers against your skin.
The two of you celebrate until the music dies to silence, until people start to yawn and retire to bed. By this time, the sun is already peeking in the distance, barely a whisper of light reaching you.Â
Kinich carries you home, soft snores echoing from your place on his backâhe decides he wonât tease you about it later.
Instead, he promises himself that heâll keep taking you to Turnfire Night every year after.
(Then, he promises himself that heâll always protect your smile.)
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By the time he cries for the first time, Kinich is fifteen.
He feels that he knows the way the world works nowâthose with strength, with value, survive. Itâs not that he has any interest in being one of the rich ones with towering houses that line the cliffside. Really, all he needs to be satisfied is a comfortable life with you at the foot of the mountain. And his needsâthings like clothes and foodâcome with Mora, so he makes Mora. Itâs a simple existence.
He spends more time with you. Slowly but surely, he starts to bring you on jobs and hunts with him. Youâre eager to learn about the work he does, and even more excited to helpâyour medical knowledge does tend to make things go faster. Still, he feels extra layers of anxiety whenever he knows youâre coming along, his grip drawing tighter around his sword.
It comes on a day like any other.
At first, it doesnât seem like a particularly difficult jobâitâs a run-of-the-mill request, to subdue a Saurian thatâs been attacking travelers near the village. Even still, Kinich is as thorough as always in the days leading up to the job, and you let him take the lead. Heâs strict about these things when you come along, and you know better than to distract him.
The day of, the two of you encounter the Saurian in a clearing adjacent to the road. Itâs sick, you mention quietly, hidden in the foliage nearbyâitâs foaming at the mouth, erratic in its movements. Kinich mumbles back his agreement.
It starts to peck at the poisoned berries heâd left for it, movements slowing. He counts down the minutesâat this point, it should be incapacitated enough for the kill.
Itâs only when Kinich creeps up behind it, greatsword in hand, that he realizes heâd been wrong. The Saurian seems to switch at the last second, beady eyes burning as it poises to strike. Kinich barely blocks the attack with the flat of his blade, teeth gritted.
âKinich!â you cry out, running to his side. The Saurian perks up at the sound, tense.
Kinichâs eyes widen. âWait, donât comeââ
Itâs too late. The Saurianâs claw catches you in the stomach as it whips around, sending you flying.
A sickening crack echoes when your back smacks against a rockâyou crumple to the dirt, hunched over. A cold breath hisses between Kinichâs teeth as he screams your name.
The Saurian doesnât last much longer than that, not that he really remembers any of it. He swings his sword, cutting and slicing, sounds of battle piercing the air. Itâs only when he sprints to your side that he returns to his senses.
A harsh gash is ripped through your shirt and the skin beneath, a pool of crimson already gathering on your stomach. The sight brings bile crawling up his throat.
âKinâŠâ
Your voice is weak, and Kinich hushes you quickly, an urge to save your strength. A striking fear has his blood freezing in his veinsâhe remembers his fatherâs corpse. Terror hovers over his body, leaving him breathless. He intertwines his fingers with yours, pressing the back of your hand to his lips.Â
âThat hurt,â you mumble, a touch of humor in your tone even now. âIâm tired.â
Your eyelids are heavy, stare unfocused.Â
âDonât close your eyes!â he demands. He palms at your cheek lightly, willing you to stay awake. Itâs unlike him, the desperation in his voice. âDidnât you say youâd always be by my side?â
You chuckle, a line of blood dripping down your chin. Kinich thumbs it away.
âI said that when we were kids, silly.â
He swallows, throat bobbing. Your eyes follow the motion unconsciously.
âWeâre still kids.âÂ
His voice cracks as he says it, like his words canât bear the brunt of their meaning. Your heart pulses, a burst of adrenaline coursing through you at his rare show of emotion. Itâs only a moment, because the pain returns milliseconds later and a groan escapes your chest.Â
Quickly, Kinich pulls his headband off, sliding it between his teeth to hold while he pulls the flask of water from his belt. He sets about cleaning your wound, gentle, but the stress is evident in his expression. His hands are shaking; you can feel the tremble against your skin as he eases your shirt up.
âItâll be okay,â he breathes. Even he is unsure if heâs speaking to you or himself. You nod weakly.
âItâll be okay, Kin.â You cough, and something in Kinichâs chest snaps when a spray of blood splatters over the hem of his shirt. A spray of your blood. âDonât worry, okay?â
He canât even really hear you anymore. Heâs staring at the crimson mist, wondering how this had even happened. Heâd assumed he was strong enoughâstrong enough to do this job, strong enough to protect youâand he had been wrong. There mustâve been an error in his calculations, or maybe he hadnât prepared enough.Â
He fastens his headband around your wound, stemming the blood flow. Itâs almost an out-of-body experienceâhe hardly even recognizes the hands as his.
Heâd gotten too comfortable, and you had paid the price.
Those with strength survive, but that day brings a sobering realizationâKinich is far weaker than he thought.
A cold tear slides down his cheek as he carries you home.Â
Youâre sniffling in pain at each step, the movement irritating your wound, and Kinich feels truly helpless. All he can do is whisper promises and apologies, that heâs sorry it happened and that he promises everything will be okay. It almost feels worse that you donât seem to blame him at allâyouâre apologizing too, telling him youâre sorry for being a burden on his job.
âYouâre never a burden,â he spits. It comes out harsher than intended, so he sighs, softening. âYou could never be a burden to me.â
You donât reply.
A thick lump lodges itself in his throat as he feels your blood soak through the back of his shirt. It all almost feels unrealâhe feels like he could return home to your warmth and smile and everything would be okay. You have a way of making everything okay.
âWeâre almost there, okay?â he murmurs. Youâre sweating from the pain, sticky against his skin. âJust stay with me.â
The house feels unnaturally cold when he kicks the door open.Â
By the time he has your wound properly wrapped, the sun is gone, a distant memory. He sets you down in bed, pulling the blanket up to your chinâyouâre already asleep, but your expression is unpleasant, tortured. You must be in pain, even in your dreams.
The thought makes him sick.
With a sigh, he stumbles out of the bedroom, collapsing onto the couch. His hands are still shaking from overuse and exhaustion. Heâs not used to the tedious movements anymore like you areâyouâre always the one patching him up these days.
A vase sits on the table. Itâs full of Saurian Claw Succulentsâyouâd planted them yourself, cheery at the prospect of decorating the house a bit more. Kinich plucks one of the flowers from the vase by the thin stem, vacantly inspecting each petal.
He wonders what he has to change.
Those with strength survive. Kinich wants to survive. He wants to survive and live his days out with you.
But heâs not strong enough. If you canât smile at his side, what good is he at all?
Your labored breathing is audible from the other room, the sound grating against his ears. If he had a Vision, or some other kind of power, things mightâve been different. If he had just been strongerâ
He thinks back on his younger self, on his innocence, on his weakness. Heâd discarded that side of himself long ago in favor of something more powerful, in favor of someone who could protect and take care of you.
Thereâs no turning back now, he thinks.
The stem snaps under his fingers, under the weight of it all, previous gentleness gone.
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Summary: Jake gets a call in the middle of the night asking for a ride home. But itâs who is asking that makes him worried.
Word count: 2k
A/N: Another request knocked out! Currently working on part 2 of Beautiful Stranger and might have plans for continuing this one depending on if you all like it. Thank you so much for reading! -C
You were a little on the tipsy side as you squinted at your phone trying to make out the numbers on it. With them moving as much as they were, it was near impossible to type in a correct phone number. Instead, you opened your contacts and scrolled down to your brotherâs name.
The smart thing to do would be to call him for a ride, but the more drunk side of you could only think about the nagging you would get on the way home and probably the month following. So, you scrolled up and down your contacts deciding on who would be the lucky winner to receive a call at 1 in the morning.
Jake groaned as he heard his phone going off. He blindly reached for it and squinted at the bright screen, trying to decipher who the hell would be calling at this hour. He had to be up in a few hours to get ready for another day of trying to get through the near impossible assignment, so unless it was an emergency, he was ignoring it.
The number that flashed on his screen wasnât one he had seen before. He almost wrote it off as a wrong number or another spam call, but something told him to answer it. The area code was one he knew and a call this late on a Saturday might mean something is going on. So, instead of rolling over and enjoying the few hours of sleep he had left, he answered the mystery number.
âSeresin.â
âOh shit! Thatâs the Jake thatâs in this phone? Why would he put that number in here?â The voice was female and sounded somewhat familiar but was clearly drunk.
âSorry to disappoint. Who is this?â Jake was kicking himself for answering it now, having the person insult him within two seconds of talking.
âAh. Look, you have to promise not to tell my brother anything. Like pinkly swear and everything.â Jake was too tired to entertain childish requests, but the first part of the statement finally sunk in. The only one on the team who had a sister near base was Bradley. Fuck.
âY/N? Is that you?â He needed the confirmation before freaking out. What did she do that warranted keeping her brother in the dark?
âI am not answering that question until you promise me.â He sat up in bed, turning on the lamp next to him. There was no way this wasnât her.
âAlright. I promise I wonât tell him right now. Can you tell me whatâs going on?â He was hoping she was too drunk to catch how he promised.
âFine. Iâm at this bar with my friend and I played wingman a little too well and she left with this guy. I mean good for her. She just got over this really bad breakup and needed to get laid.â Jake had gotten out of bed and put the phone on speaker as he got dressed. Something told him he was going to have to pick you up from somewhere. Thatâs if you managed to stop getting sidetracked.
âAnyway, I have this thing about not liking to get in Ubers by myself and itâs a long ass walk back to my apartment.â Jake had grabbed his keys at this point and was walking out the door.
âWhere are you? Iâm on my way.â He turned on his truck and waited for a response.
âShoot. Well, we started at one place and now this is place three. No place four. You know what, let me ask because I have no idea.â Jake sighed and shook his head. He had heard stories from Bradley about his younger sister and how reckless you were. Or at least thatâs the way he described you. He always kept you on a tight leash, trying his hardest to keep you out of trouble.
But Jake thought you just wanted to have some fun. One of his sisters went through a phase like this and it was best to keep a close eye on them but never push them. For reasons like this.
You told him the name of the bar and he was on his way. âIâll be there in about 15 minutes. Are you okay to wait inside for me?â
âYeah, thatâs fine. I need to finish this water anyway.â Jake told you to call if something came up but he shouldnât be long.
It wasnât but 5 minutes later his phone started ringing again. He saved your number as Baby Bradshaw, knowing that this probably wouldnât be the last time you called him.
âYes maâam?â
âAre you close?â As casual as you tried to sound, Jake could hear a slight bit of urgency.
âFive minutes away. Everything alright?â The hesitation that followed his question told him everything he needed to know. But he waited for your response before he pushed the issue further.
âUmm, itâs probably nothing. Just this guy by the bar keeps giving me this look and itâs making me feel a bit uncomfortable. But Iâm also drunk and a tiny bit paranoid.â Jake pushed the accelerator down a bit further, breaking a few laws in order to get to you faster. He wasn't going to be blamed for getting the youngest Bradshaw in trouble.
âIâve always been told to listen to your gut.â He heard the hum on the other end of the line as he blew through a red light.
âMy gut is telling me they want tacos.â Jake couldnât stop the laugh that came out.
âWe can get you tacos on the way home, sweetheart. Now do me a favor and stand where a lot of people can see you. People like security or a bouncer. Can you do that for me?â He heard you hum again.
âSlight problem. He is following me now.â Jakeâs heart started to beat faster and knew he needed to get there now.
âShit. What did Bradley say. Thumb out, use your knuckles.â He shook his head trying to figure out what the hell you were saying. But it clicked a second too late.
âNo donât-â He heard commotion on the other line and parked his truck right outside the bar. Flying out the door, he nearly ran into you as you were standing by the entrance with a bouncer blocking a guy with blood running from his nose from getting close to you.
Jake grabbed you before you could get around the bouncer and pulled you outside. âI told you to stay the hell away from me, you creep!â You were yelling at the guy all the way outside, letting him know you werenât to be messed with. He wanted to go back in there and show the guy what happens when you mess with innocent people, but he knew leaving your side wouldnât be for the best.
When the two of you were next to his truck, Jake let go and looked you over. Your face had a red tint to it from what he assumed had just happened, but besides that you looked to be in one piece. That was until he saw your eyes start to water.
He put a hand under your chin and lifted your head up. âHey, hey. Whatâs wrong, sweetheart?â
You sniffed a few times and wiped the tear that managed to escape. âBradley didnât say how much it hurts to hit someone.â
Jake bit back a smile and looked down at your hand. While it was a bit red and would surely bruise tomorrow, it didnât look too bad.
âHe probably didnât think you would ever have to do that. Why donât we get you back home and you can tell me what happened.â He watched you nod your head and opened his passenger door for you, closing it when you were in.
He waited a few minutes after you were on the road before asking questions. âWant to tell me why you called me instead of your brother?â
You shook your head at the question. âHave you met my brother? It would be nonstop nagging for God knows how long. Anyone else seemed like the better option.â You paused as you remembered exactly who you were with.
âI will say I didnât expect him to put your name in my phone. He seems to have a strong dislike for you.â Jake smirked at what you had said and shrugged his shoulders.
âHe probably knew I had sisters and would do anything to make sure they were alright. Regardless on who they were related to.â You thought this over and nodded your head. It wasnât long until the next question came.
âWhat happened at the bar?â You felt his eyes on you and knew he was more concerned than curious.
âThe guy I told you was giving me weird looks ended up following me to the door. He stopped me and tried to grab my hand and even though I pulled it away, he kept coming at me. I donât know, I guess I just felt like I needed to do something to stop him.â You missed the way Jakeâs hands tightened on the steering wheel or the clench in his jaw.
âHe was lucky I was 30 seconds behind, or he wouldâve gotten more than a broken nose.â You looked over and saw how serious he was. A look your brother wore all too often.
âHow long until you tell bird boy what happened?â Jakes eyes caught yours and you saw the conflict in them.
âIf I was him, I would want to know something happened to my sister. But I will at least drop you off before I call him. Keep your phone on silent and say you fell asleep. That way you can push it off until he gets off tomorrow.â He heard your sigh but that was the end of that.
It was silent in the car until he heard you say, âIâm not as stupid as my brother makes me out to be.â Stupid was never a word he would have used to describe you. A little carefree maybe, but you knew what you were doing.
âI see someone who wants to have a little fun in their life while they can. Nothing wrong with that.â He glanced over to you to see you playing with your injured hand.
âYouâre not as bad as they make you out to be either. Besides my brother, not many people would come and get me when they have to be up soon.â Jake held back a wince when he saw the time. A coffee run in the morning would be needed. Maybe he could talk Natasha into picking him up some from that place she always went to.
He pulled into your apartment complex and parked as close to your building as he could.
âHey, sweetheart. You can call me anytime you need help, okay? I know your brother and I are not on great terms, but I know he would help me out when family is involved.â You gave him a small smile and thanked him for the ride.
He waited until you closed the door before he backed out of the parking lot, trying to figure out what he was going to say to Bradley. It was nearing 2am and calling him was oit of the question. So, he sent a simple text.
Hey man. Your sister called a random number in her contacts tonight and didnât realize it was me. She needed a safe ride home and that exactly what I did. We can talk about it more at base, but wanted to let you know she is safe. -Hangman
He went to put his phone down when a text popped up. He prayed Bradley wasnât awake, wanting to push the rest of that conversation off. But instead, it was baby Bradshaw with the text You never got me tacos.
Jake laughed out loud replying that he owes you some in the near future. With a spitfire attitude that you had, Jake saw the two of you becoming good friends. Thatâs if Bradley didnât lock you up after tonightâs events.
A/N: Not too sure how I felt about this one but thinking about doing a Jake and Y/N friend series. Thoughts? Likes or dislikes? Thank you for reading!
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summary: after buck saves reader when her apartment building goes up in flames, they run into each other at a bar. buck's on an awful first date, and reader decides to help him get out of it.
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request: I was wondering if i could request a story about Evan Buckley saving a plus size reader for like a fire or some dangerous situation and they're both attracted to each other but neither of them acts on. A few weeks later or so Buck is actually saved by reader while he's on a bad date he's trying to get out of and (like she makes up an excuse for him or plays along with something he says) and he ends up asking her out.
A/N: i'm sorry this took so long but it's finally out and i may have gotten carried away! this was my first buck request, and it was really fun! and i'm so used to writing good luck charm now that i had to search "evan" and change them all to "buck" at the end LOL also i threw in some abby shade, can you find it?? hehe. anyway, enjoy <3
warnings: reader is caught in a fire, no use of y/n, plus size!reader, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader
You wake up in the middle of the night to the fire alarm in your building echoing off the walls of your apartment. Youâre immediately disoriented, as the booming sound makes your ears ring and your head spin. You jump out of bed and make your way out to your living room, and your breath catches in your throat when you see the smoke quickly filling the room. You make your way to your front door, but jump back in pain as the flat surface burns the back of your hand.
Dread fills your belly as you look around the room frantically. You see your cat cowering under your kitchen table, and you quickly run to grab her before she hides under anything where you wonât be able to reach her. You grab her and she lets out a loud meow, but you keep her squirmy body in your arms as you make your way to your window.
Youâre four storeys up, and your landlord has still not fixed your fire escape, although youâve been asking for months. Either way, you throw open your window, hoping to get some fresh air as smoke fills your lungs and burns your throat.Â
You run to your room and grab your phone, quickly dialing 9-1-1 as tears form in your eyes.
â9-1-1, whatâs your emergency?â the operator asks.
â3246 Weston St. My apartment buildingâs on fire.â you tell her frantically, phone pressed between your ear and shoulder as you struggle to get onto the fire escape with your cat still in your arms.
âYes, we know about that. I see fire escapes on the outside of the building. Can you get down?â she asks you calmly, and you feel an odd sense of calm fill your body as her voice fills your ears.
âItâs broken, thereâs no ladder. My landlord wonât fix it.â you tell her softly, squeezing your cat to your chest as more tears start to fall.
âWhatâs your name?â You answer her, sniffling softly.
âHi, Iâm Maddie. Weâre gonna get through this together, okay? Thereâs already firefighterâs on the scene. Can you tell me what side of the building youâre on?â You shake your head, but then reply quickly, knowing she canât see you.
âI donât see any. Iâm on the back side of the building, on the fire escape. On the fourth floor.â She mumbles an âokayâ as she types on her computer.Â
âAlright, Iâm sending a team over to you, theyâll be right there. Is it just you in your apartment?â
âJust me and my cat.â you mumble, feeling a little silly at your response. The smoke is starting to waft out onto the fire escape, and it makes you cough loudly.
âIâm gonna stay right here with you, okay? Weâre gonna get you down. The firefighters should be there now. Do you see them?â You wait for a moment as you look down at the ground, and your heart drops once you see the bright lights turn the corner.
âI see them.â you whisper, holding your cat tighter as the sirens spook her. You barely even hear Maddieâs response as your heart hammers in your chest. You make your way to the railing of the fire escape, watching as the aerial ladder is extended up to you.
You let out a sigh of relief once two very attractive firefighters are almost up to you on the ladder. You canât help the embarrassment filling your body as you look down at your oversized shirt, with no bra, just long enough to cover your short spandex shorts, but youâre too happy to finally get off of your fire escape that you donât care.Â
âEddie, you get the cat, Iâll get her.â one of them speaks, and the other one, Eddie, nods as he holds out his arms towards you.
You let out a soft sigh before you hand your cat to him, watching nervously as he starts making his way down the ladder with your cat twisting around in his arms. Buck takes this moment to trail his eyes down your figure, taking in your thick thighs and soft tummy. Youâre absolutely gorgeous, but thereâs no time for that.
âAlright, letâs get you down.â Buck tells you, his eyes flicking back up to meet yours. You cross your arms instinctively as your eyes trail down the ladder. He senses your fear, and holds his hands out.
âIâm Buck. Whatâs your name?â he asks when you donât make a move to the ladder. He sees the gears turning in your head as you mumble your name, and he smiles softly, rolling it around on his tongue, committing it to memory.
âItâs okay, Iâll be right behind you the whole time.â he says softly, trying to coax you out onto the ladder. Your eyes move to his hands before going back up to his face, and you nod slowly. You put your hands on the railing, ready to hoist yourself over the railing and onto the ladder.
âAlright, Iâm gonna hold onto you to keep you steady. Is that okay?â he asks, and you nod as nerves fill your belly. He grabs onto your plush hips firmly as you swing one leg over the railing, and he helps guide your other leg over the ladder until your bare feet are on the ladder.Â
âThere you go, I got you.â he whispers once youâre pressed against him. He moves one hand off your hip and grips the railing of the ladder, then urges you to start making your way down backwards, with him going down first behind you.Â
You close your eyes for a moment and let out a shaky breath, then start to move once you open your eyes again. He keeps one hand on your hip the whole way down, keeping his body tense in case you slip. He tries to keep his eyes respectfully on the back of your head, but he canât help it when his eyes trail down to your ass, just barely covered by your shorts as your shirt rides up.
âYouâre doing so good. Just a few more steps.â he speaks once youâre almost to the bottom of the ladder. You smile softly at his words, despite the way your heart is pounding out of your chest. His presence calms you.
Once youâre finally down on the ground, you turn to him with a shy smile.Â
âThank you.â you say softly, looking up at him.
âOf course. You should get checked out. Make sure you didnât inhale too much smoke.â he tells you, returning your smile. Now that he has the chance, he studies your face. If he was still the old Buck, he would ask you out, loving your sweet voice, pretty face, and gorgeous body. But he doesnât date people he meets on the job anymore, and heâs cursing himself for that rule right about now.
You let him take you over to the ambulance, and youâre surprised when he stays there with you. The fire is for the most part out, as a few other stations were also called, so he doesnât feel bad staying with you. He stands in front of you as Hen checks you out, taking your cat from Eddie while he waits.
He canât help but strike up a conversation as he pets your cat, desperate to know more about you. He asks where youâre from, and what you do, and even manages to ask if youâre single. He doesnât flat out ask that question, but after asking about your apartment, he learns that you donât often have people spending the night, and heâs relieved.
You learn more about him too. You learn that his sister is the operator that you spoke to on the phone, and that heâs from Pennsylvania. He tells you a little about his travels before he landed in LA, but thereâs not much time to go into detail, as Hen finishes looking you over quickly.
He hands you back your cat, and your hands brush each otherâs as you take her back. You both freeze at the small contact, lingering for a moment too long.
âWell it was nice to meet you. Thanks again.â you trail off as you look up at him. You want to see him again, but youâre sure heâs just this nice with everyone while on the job.
âYeah, it was nice meeting you too. Do you have somewhere to go tonight?â His voice has a hint of concern, thinking about you having nowhere to go. He lets out a relieved sigh as he sees you nod.
âMy friend lives a few blocks away. I can get an Uber over there.â you reply.
âWeâll wait with you. Donât want you alone out here.â Your smile widens at his kindness, and you can feel your cheeks heating up at his insistence, although youâre sure itâs probably just protocol. You feel butterflies in your tummy at the idea of him wanting to stay, regardless of the reason.Â
In reality, he just wants to spend more time with you. Heâs on the verge of asking you out, but as your Uber pulls up, he decides he shouldnât. Maybe itâs better this way, he thinks.
You thank him once again before you get into the Uber, also thanking Eddie and Hen quickly, who are standing back and watching you and Buck with raised brows.
Once youâre in the car and itâs finally out of sight, Hen and Eddie canât help but laugh. Buck turns to them with furrowed brows, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment.
âWhat?â he asks as he fights back a smile, still thinking about you.
âFor a second I thought you were gonna invite her to go home with you.â Hen teases him, bumping her shoulder with his as they walk back towards the front of the ambulance, which is right behind the fire truck.
âI donât date people I meet on the job anymore; you know that.â he says with a soft laugh, shaking his head.
âThatâs a shame. You two were really hitting it off.â Eddie adds onto Henâs teasing, smirking as they all walk side by side.
âYeah, I know.â Buck murmurs, getting slightly upset. Heâs starting to regret not asking for your number; heâs already desperate to see you again.Â
Heâs forced to push it aside quickly, however, as he hears Bobbyâs voice over the radio calling the three of them to the front of the building for triage.
A few weeks later, youâre still staying with your friend, Jordan. Youâre lucky, the fire had only gotten to a small part of your apartment, and most of your things were left untouched, but you still arenât allowed back in your apartment. You immediately told her all about the cute firefighter, of course, and she was almost as upset as you were that you didnât try to ask him out.Â
You canât help but think about him still; heâs the most attractive guy you think youâve ever seen, and heâs kind, and funny. Either way, you were way too nervous at the time, and he was on the job. Even if you didnât meet while he was working, you donât think you wouldâve said anything anyway. And he hadnât said anything either, so you try your best to forget about him.
Buck spends the next few weeks thinking about you too. He even tried a dating app or two, hoping your photo would pop up on his screen, but to no avail. He thinks about your pretty face often, but his mind also seems to wander to your soft curves, and how your thick thighs were on full display for him to take in in your shorts.
He finally agreed to go out with another girl he met on an app, deciding he should just move on rather than driving himself crazy. He knows he could ask Maddie to pull up the call log and he could get your number, but he knows that would be weird. And a little bit creepy.
Heâs sitting in a small bar close to his apartment, a small, absent-minded smile on his face as he stares across the table at his date. This is the longest date he thinks heâs ever had. It was very clear as soon as his date started talking that she has no interest in actually getting to know him, the first give away being that she chose the dimly lit dive bar. While he wouldnât necessarily say no to it, thatâs not really what heâs looking for anymore.Â
Heâs listening to a story of when she went on vacation to Colombia when he hears a soft laugh coming from the bar. His eyes trail over and see you standing there, talking to what he assumes is two of your friends.
His throat goes dry as he takes in your figure, studying your soft curves and slightly revealing outfit. He can hardly hear the woman across from him now, studying your every move and expression.
He tears his eyes away from you after a moment and refocuses on his date, not wanting to seem rude. He keeps his eye on you out of the corner of his eye, however, ready to run after you if you leave before his date ends.
He keeps listening to his date, who has barely let him get a word in, but he looks very clearly bored. He canât help it; he tries to reply every time she pauses, but his heart is pounding. He finally found you, and it was a complete coincidence. Like fate.
You donât notice Buck right away; youâre so wrapped up in your little girls night out to even look around the bar. Itâs not until your friend Jordan points to him, saying how hot he is, that your eyes finally land on him.
You canât help the smile that breaks onto your face, and your eyes are trained on him for a few seconds until Jordanâs voice finally breaks through your haze.
âWhat?â she asks with a small laugh, and her smile fades when she sees the way you look over at her with a dazed expression
âItâs him. The firefighter.â you tell her, biting your lip as you look back over at him.
âYou have to go talk to him. Before you lose him again.â Jordan tells you with a gasp as your other friend, Alyssa, asks what the hell you two are talking about.
Jordan explains to Alyssa while you think her words over. You donât think you have it in you to go over. Maybe if you were much more drunk than you are right now, but currently, you wouldnât be able to will your feet to move.Â
âHeâs on a date. I canât just interrupt them. And what would I even say?â you argue softly once sheâs finished explaining, looking over at Jordan. You chew the inside of your cheek nervously. The girl heâs with is gorgeous, and you begin to think that he was definitely just being so nice to you because he was working.
âLook at him. He looks so bored. He definitely doesnât want to be there. Go save him.â Alyssa chimes in after sheâs caught up, eyes glancing between you and him.
âOh, no. I couldnât.â you mumble, turning back to the bar and ordering a cocktail once you flag down the bartender.Â
âActually, weâll just get 4 shots.â Alyssa says, smirking as she looks at you sideways. âYou just need a shot or two in you, then youâve gotta get over there. Before itâs too late. Youâre gonna regret it if you donât.â she tells you once the bartender walks away to get the bottle.Â
You sigh, shaking your head. But before you can speak, the bartender puts the shots down on the table in front of you. Jordan immediately puts a shot in your hand and lifts it to your lips. You begrudgingly swallow it, letting in a sharp inhale as you feel it burning your throat.Â
Your friends then each grab a shot and throw them back, then Alyssa grabs the last shot and holds it out to you.
âCome on, you just need some courage.â she teases, and you roll your eyes again before you take the shot. You were planning on drinking tonight anyway, and whether or not youâre going to go up to him, you figure you might as well take the shots.Â
A little while later, you can feel the alcohol coursing through your veins. Youâve been swaying softly to the music as you talk to your friends, but your eyes never stray far from Buck. You always end up looking at each other at different times, so neither of you know that the other person knows of each other's presence.Â
âI think now is your chance. He looks ready to kill himself.â Jordan tells you over the music, and all three of you look over at Buckâs table. He has a smile on his face, but his eyes lack any real emotion.Â
You take a deep breath, and before you can even think, you let out a soft âokay.â Your friends smile widely, both taking turns to fix various parts of your appearance to make sure you look perfect. Jordan smooths down your top while Alyssa fixes your necklace, and then they both look up into your eyes.
âGo get him. Your ass looks great in those jeans, heâs gonna love it.â You feel your cheeks heating up at Alyssaâs words and you laugh softly. You can feel your hands shaking, but you quickly push your nerves aside and finally make your way over to him. He saved you once, and now itâs time for you to return the favour, although this situation is much lower stakes.Â
âOh my God, Buck! Hey!â you say once you reach his table, a large smile on your face. His eyes are on you in an instant, and he smiles widely, unable to stop his eyes trailing down to your cleavage peeking out of your top.
You open your arms, and he stands up quickly, wrapping his arms around your waist while you loop yours around his neck.Â
âDo you want help getting out of this date?â you whisper in his ear, and you smirk as you feel his slight nod against your skin. âFollow my lead.â
You pull back, barely even looking at his date as you continue to speak. Youâre glad he said yes, or else this would be really awkward.
âI havenât seen you in forever! How have you been?â You donât even give him the chance to reply before you turn to the girl.
âHow do you know my ex-boyfriend? Heâs a handful, Iâll tell you that. Good luck.â you tell her with a smirk. You turn back to Buck and look at him with as much desire in your eyes as you can muster, not that itâs hard, and he matches your expression immediately.Â
You know this will work; most girls donât want to have to deal with a guy thatâs still so close with their ex. You see the girlâs face fall slightly from the corner of your eye, and you look back to her, waiting for her answer.
âOh, um, we donât really know each other that well.â she replies with a small smile, and you can see the way she tenses slightly, starting to feel a little awkward.
âLucky you.â you tell her with a soft laugh, looking back up at Buck, whose arm has found its way around your waist. Even still, he keeps his hand hovering over your skin, just close enough for no one else to notice, not wanting to make you uncomfortable just in case you came over just to be nice.Â
âIâm sorry. I should let you get back to your date.â you tell her, an apologetic look on your face, although your eyes have no hint of remorse. âOh, and Buck, are you still coming over tomorrow night? My roommateâs going out of town.â you tell him, licking your lips. He nods, in a daze. He knows youâre not being serious, but he canât fight the images that his mind is creating.Â
âActually, itâs getting pretty late. I should probably go.â she mutters, standing up from the table and putting her purse over her shoulder. âIt was nice to meet you. Iâll text you.â she tells Buck softly, but all three of you know she doesnât really mean it.Â
Once sheâs out of sight, you turn to Buck, suddenly feeling your brain catching up to your actions. He senses your quick flip, and removes his arm from your waist, mumbling a quick âsorry.âÂ
âNo, youâre good. I just donât normally do stuff like this, and Iâm just now realizing that. Iâm sorry, maybe I had too much to drink.â you admit sheepishly, your face growing hot once again as you feel yourself rambling.
âNo, I appreciate it. Honestly, Iâve been thinking about you since we met. I was gonna ask you out, but I sort of have this rule that I donât date people I meet on the job.â he tells you, smiling down at you. He licks his lips as his eyes trace your face, studying it, memorizing it. Your eyes widen slightly in surprise. He wanted to ask you out? The thought makes your stomach flip in excitement, and it causes a new wave of confidence to flow through you.Â
âWell, youâre not working right now, right?â you tease him softly, a hopeful look on your face.Â
âYeah, I guess not. How about I buy you a drink?â he replies, his smile morphing to a smirk. You nod slowly, so focused on him that you donât even think about your friends watching you from across the bar.Â
You decide on something without alcohol instead once you get to the bar, not wanting to risk a hangover the next day. Your friends realize quickly that you arenât coming back to hang out with them, and theyâre happy for you. They keep an eye on you for an hour or so, but when they realize how into each other you are, they decide to leave.
You talk for hours, talking about anything and everything, until the bartender does final call, and you both realize how long youâve been talking.Â
âI guess I should get home.â you say with a sigh. Your cheeks hurt from laughing and smiling so much, and youâve drifted so close together over the last few hours that you donât even notice his leg has settled between yours as you sit on the bar stools. You wouldnât have to lean very far to connect your lips, you think to yourself.
âOr, you could come back to mine?â he asks with hope in his eyes. He knows he shouldnât be asking you this; he wants to take you on a proper date first, but with the way youâre looking at him, he canât stop the words that slip from his mouth. You bite your lip as you fight back a smile, but nod after a moment.
âOkay.â you murmur, and thatâs all it takes for him to grab your hand and drag you to his jeep, but not before slamming some cash on the bar counter. You laugh as he drags you outside, amused by his eagerness. Once he gets to his jeep he pushes you against it, meeting your lips in a passionate kiss.Â
A soft noise escapes the back of your throat as your back hits the door, but you happily kiss him back. Your arms make their way around his neck again and one hand lands in his hair, your fingers weaving through it. He keeps his hands on your hips, but heâs itching to touch you everywhere.Â
He pulls back after a moment and opens the door, his pupils blown and his jeans getting tighter. You smile up at him and then get into the jeep, watching him dreamily as he makes his way to the driverâs side.Â
He keeps his hand on your thigh the whole way home, rubbing your inner thigh with his thumb. He squeezes your flesh every now and then, smiling over at you each time, and once he pulls into his building parking lot, heâs quick to jump out of the car and jog over to your side.Â
He keeps his hands on you the entire way up to his apartment, trailing up your sides, and once you walk into his apartment, he pushes you against the wall and meets your lips again in a dizzying kiss.Â
He slides his tongue into your mouth, and both of your hands are clawing at each other, eager for more. His hands travel down to the back of your thighs, and he whispers âjumpâ against your lips. You hesitate for a moment, nervous about him lifting you up. He picks up on your hesitancy and pulls back for a moment with a smirk. He grabs the back of your thighs hard and lifts you up, pinning your back to the wall once again.
His lips are immediately back on you, kissing and nipping down your neck to your collarbone. Youâre so focused on his lips on you that you barely have time to react to his strength. Youâre not used to being lifted like this, and it makes desire pool between your legs.Â
He pulls back from your neck and pulls you off the wall, keeping his hands under your thighs as he moves to the stairs. You look over your shoulder at where heâs heading, and your arms tighten around his neck as you laugh softly. Your head is spinning as he walks up the stairs; he lifts you up so effortlessly, and you canât wait to see how else he puts his strength to use.Â
He throws you onto his bed, staring down at you as you sit up on your elbows, chest rising and falling rapidly as lust overtakes every sense. He smirks as he takes in your body sprawled out on his bed. He looks down your body, taking in your chest, and your plush belly, and your thick thighs, and he thinks heâs died and gone to heaven.
âGod, youâre gorgeous.â he mumbles before he grabs your ankles and pulls you towards the end of the bed, making you squeal softly.
The next morning, you wake up naked in a room you donât recognize, as you were too focused on Buck last night to notice anything around you. The events from last night flood your mind as you feel an arm firmly draped across your waist, and you canât help the smile that breaks onto your face.Â
You can hear his steady breathing from behind you, and you know heâs still asleep. Itâs probably early, you think, as the hint of light coming in from the bedroom window looks like the sun hasnât quite broken over the horizon.
You try to move his arm slowly, seeing his bathroom door connected to his bedroom. As you do, you feel his grip tighten, and he pulls you tighter against him.
âWhere do you think youâre going? I just found you again, Iâm not letting you go this soon.â he teases in a raspy voice, just barely above a whisper. You laugh softly and turn in his grip to face him, smiling as you take in his sleepy eyes and soft smile.
âIâm just going to the bathroom.â you whisper back, as if trying not to ruin the calmness surrounding you both. He groans, and finally releases you after a moment, but not before he leans in for a soft kiss. He turns to lay on his back, folding his arms behind his head to watch you walk to the bathroom. He smirks as his eyes observe your bare figure, licking his lips.
Once youâre done in the bathroom, you go back to bed, laying on your side beside him and resting your cheek on his chest. He grabs your thigh as you drape your leg across his hips, humming softly as he feels your soft skin.Â
âYou want some breakfast?â he asks after a little while, giving you both some time to wake up. You raise your head and rest your chin on his chest as you look up at him, nodding. He smiles as his eyes glance across your face, admiring the way the sun is hitting your face, having finally breached the horizon.Â
He then leans down to give you a soft kiss, his hand moving from your thigh to your cheek. Once he pulls away, you keep your eyes closed for a moment, reveling in his touch and warm gaze.
âWhat kind of breakfast?â you whisper once you open your eyes. He shrugs before he speaks, still trying not to disrupt the comfortable quiet surrounding you.
âAnything you want. Eggs, waffles. Iâm pretty skilled in the kitchen.â he teases, winking. You raise your eyebrows in surprise. How is he still single? Cute, kind, smart, and a good cook? You canât believe it.
âDo you have strawberries and blueberries?â you ask softly, smiling once he nods. âLetâs make waffles.âÂ
He nods at your words, sighing loudly and stretching before he sits up slowly. You move off of him and watch as he gets up and puts on some grey sweatpants, and your eyes wander down his body quickly, making him chuckle.Â
You get up and find your bra and panties on his floor, putting them on quickly. You debate on putting back on your jeans and top from last night, afraid Buckâs shirt wouldnât fit you in a cute oversized way, but you decide against it. Itâs too early for jeans, and with the way he was worshiping your body last night, you donât think heâd turn down the opportunity of watching you walking around his kitchen so exposed.
He pulls you into another kiss once youâre semi-dressed, his hands making their way to your cheeks. You smile against his lips, and bite your lip gently once you pull back, and he keeps his eyes closed for a moment.Â
âJump.â he whispers after a moment, and you oblige this time, letting him lift you in his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist as he makes his way to the stairs.
âYou really donât have to carry me everywhere, you know.â you say with a soft laugh. You turn your head to watch where heâs going, arms tightening around his neck instinctively as he reaches the stairs.
âNuh uh, come on. I saw your face last night. Donât lie, you love it.â he teases you, squeezing your thighs. You shake your head and your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you realize that he noticed.Â
Once you get to the kitchen he sets you down on the counter, his hands lingering on your hips as he tries to memorize the sight of you, almost naked on his kitchen counter, your soft belly on full display for him. He backs away slowly as he takes one final look, then turns and starts grabbing ingredients from the pantry and fridge.Â
You notice heâs making waffles from scratch, and your heart swells at the thought of him putting in so much effort. You try to tell him you can help, but he cuts you off, insisting that all he wants you to do is to âsit there and look pretty,â which makes you giggle. You canât help feeling giddy around him; you feel like a lovesick teenager.
Once heâs finished with breakfast, you slide off the counter and make your way to the kitchen table. He brings the berries, the maple syrup, and some whipped cream over, and you both dig in.
He waits to see your reaction, and grins widely when he sees you moan softly in contentment, closing your eyes. You look over at him as he admires you, and you look down, smiling softly, not used to this kind of attention.Â
âCan I take you out?â he asks you halfway through breakfast. He chuckles softly as you look up at him with a raised brow, and he reaches up to wipe a bit of whipped cream off your upper lip.Â
âYou already took me out.â you reply softly, licking your lips after his thumb brushes over them.
âThat doesnât count, we just happened to be there at the same time. I want to take you out for real. A nice dinner, maybe a walk or something after, get some ice cream. What do you say?â he corrects you, giving you a wink. You smile, nodding as you mumble a soft âokay.âÂ
Once youâre finished with breakfast, he leads you to the couch and wraps a blanket around both of you. Youâre leaning against his chest and his arm is draped on the back of the couch behind you, which makes your stomach flip.
He turns on a movie, but youâre too busy talking and laughing with each other to really pay attention. As he looks down at your pretty face, his smile stays plastered to his face. Heâs so glad he agreed to that God awful date, and that you were willing to help him out of it, because now that he has you, he never wants to let you go.
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close to you
for hit play, a drabble event.
â"break my heart and start a fire, you got me overnight, just let me be" (close to you by gracie abrams)
oscar piastri (f1) x afab!reader
warnings/notes: smut, protected sex, cunnilingus, first date, basically you match with oscar on a dating app lol
a/n: what a weekend guys. have this as the cherry on top <3
You never really expected anything much to come out of it.
You swiped right on the app, highly suspicious if this was really even him, but for the plot (as the kids say), you wanted to try anyway.
The screen graphics confirmed that it was a match and you felt your blood run cold.
Oscar Piastri, Formula 1 driver, had matched with you on a dating app.
You locked your phone and paced about the room for a solid five minutes, refusing to pick your device back up. You yelped as you saw the screen light up. You shoved it under your pillow, rushing out of the room and pacing even more, but this time, around your living room.
It took another ten minutes for you to gingerly return to your room, your trembling hand flipping your phone upright to expose your notifications.
Oscar: Hey :)
You nearly dashed out onto your balcony and leaped off the edge right then. With bated breath, you tapped on the notification, thoughts cycling seemingly a million miles a second.
You: Hi! Fancy seeing you here haha
You groaned immediately after sending the message, cringing at the utter lack of eloquence.
A sob nearly escapes your lips when you see his reply.
Oscar: Don't tell on me, then ;) I take it you're a fan?
"You have no idea, Oscar Piastri," you whispered to yourself as you tried to maintain a semblance of composure in your following messages.
You really should have practiced restraint, a cautious approach to this whole situation. What if it was some sort of poser? What if whichever dickhead pretending to be Oscar posts your responses online to dunk on you? Your face was exposed, goddammit.
But after two hours of messaging and a selfie sent from his side to prove that, yes, he really was Formula 1 driver Oscar Piastri, the two of you agreed to meet the next day.
You're still not fully convinced at that point but you decided to go with it. You sent a vague yet urgent message to your friend who lives nearby, in case you need an escape plan.
You covered all your bases, said all your prayers, and plucked every stray eyebrow into perfection.
Your heart nearly gives out now as you look up to see Oscar approaching your table, the sun gleaming down, casting a glow on his wavy brown hair. You're seated just outside the restaurant doors, the breeze gently displacing some of your own hair.
A nervous giggle escapes you as you tuck your hair back in place. Oscar beams and pulls the chair out in front of you.
"Hi. Sorry to keep you waiting."
You shake your head almost instantly. "No, it's okay. I wasn't here for long."
Oscar smiles even wider and you clamp your hands together under the table to stop them from shaking.
"It's nice to meet you," Oscar says, reaching his hand out. You chuckle at the formality but grasp his hand in yours nonetheless.
"Same here. Though, I'm a little nervous," you reply.
"Though, I hope you aren't super weirded out about going on a date with a fan," you rush out. "I just really enjoy the sport and I think you're a great driver."
You see a hint of pink dusting Oscar's cheeks. Your own face heats up at the realization.
"It's fine," Oscar consoles. "Thanks, by the way. I mean, you're gorgeous, so you're not the only one in awe here."
Oscar's eyes widen as he realizes the words that had come tumbling out of his mouth. Your own jaw slackens and another nervous laugh rises from your chest.
"Thank you," you manage to splutter out. "I-I don't know what else to say to that without sounding like some lovesick fan."
Oscar bursts out laughing, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. You realize that every inch of skin above his shirt collar is tinged with red.
"I think that's our signal to order," Oscar offers, flipping through the menu in front of him.
You nod silently, doing the same.
-
The text you send to your friend after your lunch with Oscar is just as vague, if not a little more.
You tell them that your date went well and that you'll be moving to another place. You don't exactly clarify what this other place is, but with the way your friend tells you to be safe and call immediately if anything goes wrong, you know that they're aware of where this is going.
You lean back, comfortable in the passenger seat of Oscar's car. You set your phone down, sneaking a peek at the man beside you, and for a split second your eyes meet.
"You good?" Oscar asks, his eyes trained back on the road. There's an easy smile playing on his lips and you can still see pink on his cheeks.
"Yeah," you say, digging through your purse and retrieving some breath mints. You pop two in your mouth and you offer Oscar the container.
You smile knowingly as Oscar glances at your outstretched hand, his smile widening into a bashful grin.
"Want some?" you offer, toying with the candy in your mouth. Just then, you come upon a stoplight and Oscar turns to you fully.
He holds up his palm and you shake out two more mints onto his awaiting hand. Oscar places them in his mouth, watching as you put the candies away.
"Any particular reason you'd be needing breath mints?" Oscar asks almost playfully.
You snicker. "Not really. Just wanted to get the taste of food out of my mouth."
Oscar hums, eyes trailing down your face. You can see him continue to suck on the mints but he soon loses his patience and bites down, grinding his teeth.
Yours are all dissolved, the fresh sting of spearmint settling on your tongue.
"I don't really do this," Oscar suddenly declares.
You raise both of your eyebrows. "Do what?"
"Take girls home on the first date."
A grin settles on your face as you hear the words. You lean in closer, over the center console, noting the way Oscar inhales as you do so.
"I'm flattered," you admit. Oscar laughs, mirroring your posture, the proximity between you two diminishing.
Oscar kisses you, tenderly at first, his hand automatically coming up to hold you in place. It's easy to forget that it's the middle of the day in sunny Monaco, the tint on his car windows not the ideal shade to necessarily hide what you're doing.
You pull, back glancing at the stoplight just as it turns green.
It takes a honk from the car behind you to get Oscar out of his daze.
-
Oscar is a gracious host, as you quickly learn. Gracious in a way that his hands immediately cradle you close the second his front door latches shut. His lips are just as welcoming as they trail down your neck, careful and almost nervous. It's also so hospitable how he so eagerly ushers you into his room, settling you down on the sheets as he does all the work for you.
Your clothes are stripped one by one and the familiar anxiety rises back up in your throat. Oscar senses the shift in your mood and pauses just as he's undoing his own pants.
"We don't have to," Oscar offers, taking ahold of one side of your face.
You kick yourself in your mind. This is an opportunity you would never pass up and it's right in the palm of your hand.
You shake your head. "I want to. I really want to. With you."
Oscar grins and practically tackles you down on the bed. It takes some effort but the rest of his clothes finally come off and the two of you lay bare on his bed.
You can feel the desperation in his movements and you reciprocate with as much eagerness. You think for a moment what it could have been in your lunch that caused the both of you to just want to jump in bed together, but you ultimately doubt that the tapas had anything to do with it.
It feels surreal, having Oscar's mouth on your core, and even more unbelievable the way his fingers work as if they already know you, how to please you. You're trembling by the time Oscar comes back up, lips smeared with your arousal.
You blink the tears out of your eyes as you watch Oscar reach over to his nightstand, expertly dispensing a condom, rolling it down on his rock-hard shaft.
You scramble to get him close, not even caring about how quick he plunges inside you, the stretch eliciting a hiss from between your teeth. You relax and Oscar takes this as a sign to start moving.
"Jesus, fuckâ" Oscar curses. "You're fucking tight."
You let out a breath, holding Oscar's body close as he fucks you, steady and unrelenting.
You don't particularly care if everything he's said up to this point is a lie. You could be his fifth this week, you could be herded out his apartment the moment he finishes. You really don't mind, not when he feels this good inside you.
"Oscar," you gasp as he starts to pick up his pace. Even that doesn't seem real. The way his name rolls off your tongue registers like a faraway dream to you.
Oscar pulls back to look at you, his hair falling over his eyes. You've gushed about this exact look a few times online. The thought embarrasses you a bit and you can't help the blush that creeps up your neck.
"What?" Oscar asks, the corners of his mouth turning up as he watches you.
You shake your head. "Nothing. Don't look at me like that."
Oscar smirks, pressing his mouth to yours in a heady kiss. Your whines and moans are muffled as Oscar takes you closer and closer to your release. You claw at his back, digging your nails into his supple skin. Your hips start to move along with his, your own orgasm now within reach.
The two of you cum almost simultaneously and Oscar stills inside of you, his mouth hanging open as the euphoria completely washes over him. You're panting, eyes unfocused, even as Oscar pulls out to discard the condom.
Oscar plops back down beside you and you can't help the giggles that erupt as the two of you catch each other's eye.
"That was great," Oscar muses, staring at the ceiling, his hand patting around the bed until it finally finds yours. He slots his fingers between the spaces of your own.
You risk a peek at him and you take it all in. A strange feeling blooms in your chest.
Oscar turns to you and you quickly look away.
"It's kind of cute how you think I don't notice you looking," Oscar says, scooting closer.
You meet his eyes again and the strange feeling only flourishes. Pessimistically, you think of that one quote about never meeting your heroes. You start to think that it might be true.
The illusion is shattered. You've come too close. Icarus reincarnated, the sun staring you right back in the face.
You anticipate the sugarcoated rejection.
"Wanna stay over?"
You blink.
"Stay over?" You repeat rather plainly. Oscar nods.
"Yeah. I'll get us dinner." Oscar tucks your hair behind your ear. "Unless you'd rather I drive you home."
A giddy sort of sensation shoots through your body. You tentatively reach out, laying a hand on Oscar's face.
Maybe you could get just a little closer to the sun.
You peck his lips briefly, smiling as you pull away.
"No. I guess you can have me overnight."
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Can you do twst child fem reader who always accidentally calls the dorm leaders dad and clings onto them since they miss their dad and isnât taking the whole separation thing well please??
Suddenly a father
I am so so sorry this took so long!! I do hope you enjoy it <3 I do have a character limit, so I just picked the ones I had an idea for!!
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Clingy child!reader calls them dad
Characters: Riddle, Vil, Idia
Format: Headcanons
Warnings: none that I can think of
Riddle
-To say Riddle was concerned when a magicless child suddenly appeared is an understatement, and when Crowley decided to let you live in the Ramshakle dorm, on it's own, aside from Grim, the concern doubled.
-So, he pulled some strings, and now you're staying in heartslabyul!Â
-Riddle did act similar to a parental figure. He is rather strict, but certainly not as strict as his mother, and while he does try and teach you all the rules, and the consequences of breaking them, he is much more lenient with you. Ace is jealous
-Chances are, you get a tart for every 15 rules you memorize, or if you've been especially good, you'll get a small tart as a reward!
-Seeing like how much he's acting like a dad, that is what your yet to be fully developed brain perceived him as.
-So, you follow him everywhere, like a lost puppy. It confuses him a bit, but he doesn't stop you, as there isn't a rule forbidding you from doing so! Also, he worries about you whenever you leave his line of sight
-When he hears you call him dad for the first time, he's shocked, to say the least! He is still in college, he has yet to get a stable career, find a suitable partner, buy his own house, hE ISN'T READY TO BE A FATHER!!Â
-He is frozen in shocked, leaving you to tuck on his sleeve with a questioning look, till Trey gently suggests that the sudden change must be very hard on you, and that Riddle is the closest thing you currently have to a fatherÂ
-It's a realization that hit him hard. Once the Realisation settles in, he doesn't correct you when you do- in fact, he now feels like it's his responsibility to take care of you now. Your parents aren't there, the Headmage isn't trustworthy, and he is the housewarden of the Dorm you're staying in! Plus, it's hard to seperate you from him, without upsetting you, so his fate is sealed anyway-
-Not much changes after, just that he is ever so slightly more caringÂ
Vil
-He was very shocked to see a child at the entrance ceremony, to say the least.Â
-Immediately takes you under his wing, no questions asked. He doesn't know why, but something about you tugged on his heart strings
-you get your own room at pomefiore, and the students of the Dorm take turns babysitting you- but Vil and rook is the first to volunteer if someone can't take care of you on their assigned day!
-Vil would take care of you everyday, but he's a busy man, he has movies to film, photo shoots to do, a dorm to run, ect... but he does try to be thereÂ
-Has posted you on magicamp, but never your face! He'll only post your face once your old enough to decide and consent! Meanwhile his fans are going crazy, trying to figure out if your his little sibling/cousin or if their favourite star is a teen parent!
-You start to run to, and go with him whenever you can, and if he can't take you with him, you patiently wait till he returns, before practically jumping into his armsÂ
-He is brushing your hair, getting you ready for bed, when you call him dad.Â
-he pauses for a moment, taking by shock, before simply continuing on. He knows he is to young to be a father, not to mention to busy. He knows that you most likely have parents waiting for you at home.. yet he can't bring himself to correct you, while you almost fall asleep as he continues brushing your hair.Â
-He supposes that, until a way home for you has been found, he can take on a parently role for you
Idia
-He doesn't even realise you're there until the commotion starts, cause, you know, he isn't physically there. When he does, he doesn't know what to do, so he tries to avoid the situation.Â
-But you don't let him, being far to fascinated by the floating Ipad, following him around.
-It gets to a point where Crowley decides that you'll stay at Ignihyde under his watch!.. Idia freezes in shock, he doesn't know how to take care of a child!
-At first you're completely under Ortho's control- Half the dorm can't even take care of themselves, and you expect them to take care of a child? Ortho's the only one there keeping you alive.
-Nonetheless, you keep running to Idia, you don't know why either, something about him just feels like home.
-At first the small, clingy you terrified him, but eventually he gets used to you. He lets you stay in his room when you want to and occasionally shares his snacks with you!Â
-After you show an interest in Technology, he teaches you the basics, and lets you watch when he builds something! with proper safety regulations, of course! He is gonna end up turning you into an ipad kid
-It is during one of these lessons that you call him dad. He short-circuts, and Ortho has to catch the tool Idia was holding, before it smashes into the machine-Â
-Even after Ortho analyses and explains the situation, he is still in a bit of shock with no idea what to do. He very quietly corrects you, but it's barely audible. Meanwhile Ortho is celebrating having a new family member!
-Every time you call him dad, he freezes up for a moment, before quietly correcting you, only to not be heard :)Â
Very fun to write, but Iâll be honest, Iâm not around children much, so I donât really know how they act :,) once again, so sorry you had to wait around a month for this request ^^â
Feedback is welcome, just be nice!!
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WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR FACE - NAOYA ZENIN
ft. naoya zenin x puppy!reader
a/n: commission for the very lovely @nexysworld !! naoya is so very pretty and i was scared to write him BUT !! he was actually very fun to write. i love my asshole nepo baby :3 hope you guys enjoy, fb and reblogs are always appreciated <3
cw: 18+ content, dead dove-ish, pussy inspection, mistreatment of hybrids, forced cosmetic procedures, dub-con bcs power dynamics, praise, degradation, use of shock collars, caging, mentions of filing teeth, ear cropping, touching unhealed wounds, tail play, misogyny, spit, mean naoya, dehumanisation, orgasm denial, forced spaying, p in v, creampie, dacryphilia, neglect
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Naoyaâs bored.
It mightâve made you feel better if he had a secret soft spot - that the pressures of his clan have left him lonely and desperate for companionship, but thatâs simply not the case. Thereâs no profound self-realization that comes with his actions, no sense of guilt when he pays one of the maids to suck him off before he kicks her to the curb.
Heâs just bored. Heâs always found the best cure for his boredom was to find a pretty little plaything that was willing to put up with him. But thereâs only so much you can do to a human girl before sheâs skittering off. Women value their life more than their job these days, a thought that has him scowling and breaking the shit in his room as soon as his latest slut cuts him off.
He needed something more permanent. A pretty thing that he can use to get his dick wet. One that isnât crying for a relationship or money when heâs finished. Heâs always found those hybrids pretty cute, and it seemed like the perfect thing to keep him entertained. A girl that knew she was lesser than him. A pet he could play with that would forgive him after a couple of head scratches and a new toy.
Itâs that thought that has him dragging his ass to the nearest adoption center, his eyes scanning the kennels until he spots you.
You seem like a shy little thing, but he doesnât see an issue with that. Heâs always had more fun breaking girls in, and youâd be no exception. He hums thoughtfully for a moment, his head cocking to the side as he looks you over. He doesnât address you or ask you any questions, but he doesnât need to. You were cute, and thatâs all he really cared about, anyway. He calls a worker over, asking to get some time alone with you.
âWell, we don't really have any private rooms for you to-â
âHow much?â Naoya cuts him off without even gazing his way, his eyes locked onto your form. No point buying the goods if he doesnât get a trial run, first.
âI'm sorry?â The worker stutters out. Naoya hates that shit. Pisses him off more than anything, acting like he doesnât want the Zenâinâs money. Naoya knows better.
âYou heard me. How much? Doesn't need to be a fancy room. Shit, I'll take a storage room. I gotta check she's worth the money, y'know?â He says with a sigh, his brows twitching slightly as he fights back a scowl.
Seems to work well enough, because the worker leads him to a staff room, telling him to wait right there. He crosses his arms over his chest, making him sigh in annoyance. He waits impatiently, but he lights up when you come padding into the room, looking all nervous.
âNo need to be scared, girl.â He tells you, but his words come out in a grunt. He doesnât really care if youâre scared of him or not, as long as you let him get a good look at you. He moves towards you when you donât budge, gripping your chin between his fingers.
His gaze is sharp, his dark brown eyes narrowed as he looks over your features. He reaches a free hand up to your floppy ears, giving them a flick. A frown crosses over his features as he gives you an appraising gaze , clicking his tongue. âTheyâll have to get done. Donât like âem.â
His fingers and thumb dig into your cheeks, forcing a gap between your teeth so you open your mouth. He shoves his fingers down your throat, sighing when you gag and splutter. âGonna have to train that outta ya. Those canines are gonna have to get fixed, too. Bet theyâd fuckinâ hurt if they caught my dick.â
He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and wipes your spit off on your cheek, smirking when your nose wrinkles. He reaches down, tugging on your fluffy tail with a thoughtful expression. âThat can stay, though. Cute.â
âBend over the table, pup. Spread your legs, lemme see your cunt.â He orders, releasing your tail and taking a step back. Your hesitance irritates him, and his hand comes out to smack you across your face so hard that your head snaps to the side, your ears ringing. âDonât make me say it again. I fuckinâ hate repeating myself.â
Your tail is tucked between your legs as you shift to lean over the table, those fluffy ears pressed down firmly against your head. Doesnât bother Naoya. He kicks your feet apart, pulling your pants and underwear down in one tug. The tail is a little bit of an obstacle still, so he sighs and scratches behind your ears.
âCâmon now, baby. I didnât mean it.â He coos, making sure he finds the spot behind your ear that has you pushing back against his hand. His tone is condescending, but that dumb puppy brain of yours canât register that. He grins as your tail perks up and wags, showing you off to him. âThatâs better. Lemme get a look at that pretty pussy.â
He kneels behind you, spreading your folds with two fingers, humming in satisfaction as strings of slick spread and break at his actions. Heâd be lying if he said he didnât pick out a puppy for that exact reason - a few words of praise, and you were soaked. He slips a finger deep into your cunt, adding another one and scissoring them open before groaning at the tightness. You felt like a virgin, too. Perfect.
He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, wiping his spit off on your clothes before he pulls them back on. He gives your ass a few pats as he stands up, turning around to bang a few times on the door.
âHey! Iâll take her.â
ËËË â ËËË
Naoyaâs unpredictable.
Itâs hard to settle into a routine with him. He can be easy to handle one moment, only to switch up at the next second. Heâs never kind - thatâs not the right word for him - but that doesnât mean he doesnât have his moments. If youâre good, heâll let you curl up at the foot of his bed. Sometimes heâll even let you sit at his feet when heâs relaxing, petting your head absentmindedly.
Those moments are few and far between. For the most part, heâs cold. He doesnât pay much attention to you unless heâs feeding you or if itâs play time.
He shows you the most attention when he wants to play. Heâll praise you, scratch behind those freshly cropped ears standing tall on your head and run his fingertips through the fur of your tail until itâs wagging fast enough that he knows youâll be pliant and eager for anything he wants to do to you. Youâd tried whining, begging, pleading⊠Anything just to get him to look at you and show you some affection, but you quickly learned that the only way you could guarantee something from him was to paw at the front of his pants until heâs twitching against your hand.
His choice of affection has a bit of a side effect, and youâre unlucky enough that Naoya notices it. All it takes is one little âgood girlâ or a scratch on your head for you to be soaked, whining and rutting against any part of him you could reach. He loves feeling you wrapped around him, but he loves teasing you even more. So, naturally, as soon as realizes how desperate his touch makes you, he decides it would be a fun little game for him to see just how needy you could get.
Heâs leaning back against the couch when he spots you padding over, that fluffy tail slowly picking up speed the closer he gets to you. He canât help but chuckle when he spots you settling on the floor by his feet, a smirk spreading across his face when you rest your chin on his thigh. Your gaze flicks up to his face, a longing expression on your features. His hand comes down to pet your head, fingers scratching your scalp gently.
âYou need something, girl?â He coos, tugging on one of your bandaged ears until you whimper, biting back a laugh when you lean into the touch regardless of the pain that comes with it. Youâre always so eager to please, it drives him crazy.
âNeed you, please.â You whine, your ears tilting back slightly, unable to press flat against your head due to the wrapping keeping them up so they heal pointed. He grins wolfishly at your words, yanking you by the collar until youâre straddling his thigh, a mischievous going in his eyes.
âGo on then, pup. Iâm too tired to deal with you myself. You can handle it, canât you?â He hums, giving your head a pat before crossing his arms behind his head as he leans back on the couch. You give him a curious little head tilt, confusion twisting your cute little face. He loves it when you give him that look - youâre just a dumb puppy, nothing more than entertainment for him. He canât help but feel amused, shifting his leg so he can press his thigh more firmly against your core.
âYouâre a big girl, arenât you? Iâm sure you can figure it out, puppy.â You seem to get the picture, a soft, needy sound rising in your throat as the hard muscle of his thigh presses against your cunt through the fabric of your shorts. Your hips start shifting on their own, rutting against him desperately. Your mouth falls open, artificially rounded canines digging into the flesh of your bottom lip.
Your hands come down to rest on your own thighs - you know better than to touch Naoya without asking, and you donât want this to end so soon. Your nails press into your flesh, leaving indents on the surface of the skin. Naoyaâs face is a mask of indifference. Thereâs no sign of enjoyment from him, the only hint that he isnât completely unaffected by your actions is the tent forming beneath the fabric of his pants. You whine when you realize he isnât even looking at you, staring over your shoulder to look over one of the paintings on the wall.
You want him inside of you, want his strong hands to grasp your thighs as he fucks into you. The thought alone has you panting, your head hanging as your tail starts to wag again, steady behind you as you grind against his thigh more harshly. Your breaths come out heavier, your cunt soaking through the fabric of your shorts to coat his own pants.
Youâre so overwhelmed with your rapidly approaching orgasm, how good it feels to finally be this close to your owner that you donât see his hand reaching for his phone until itâs too late. You yelp as your collar zaps you, the fur on your tail standing on end as the shock makes you spasm, your hips quickly pulling away from his thigh.
âI didnât say you could cum, did I? Bad girl.â He hisses, grabbing you by the hair and dragging you across the floor, forcing you into your crate with a swift kick. He slams the door behind you, locking it before stepping back. âYou can stay there for the rest of the night. If I hear you so much as fuckinâ squeak, youâre not getting let out for the rest of the week. Got it?â
You nod quickly, but thatâs clearly not good enough for him. He taps at the screen of his phone a few times before pressing his thumb down for a longer period. The voltage is higher, and he doesnât let up on shocking you until you drop against the blanket in your crate, your fingers twitching. He scoffs at the sight, letting go of the button.
âPathetic. If Iâm talking to you, I expect an answer. Surely youâre not so stupid youâve forgotten how to use your words?â
âN-no. Iâm sorry. Iâll⊠Iâll be quiet.â You whisper, your voice shaking slightly with the effort it takes you to hold back tears.
âStupid mutt.â He grunts, fiddling with his trousers until he can free his cock. His jaw tenses in slight annoyance at how quickly that has you perking up, your eyes wide with interest like heâs holding a damn treat up for you. He steps closer to your crate, pressing his length down against the bars above your head. Naoya canât help but laugh as you try to crane your head to get a taste of him, his eyes shining with amusement as your tongue laps between the gaps to catch his skin.
âLook at you. You were crying a second ago, and now youâre drooling like a bitch in heat? You are the single most pitiful creature I have ever laid my eyes on.â He muses, letting out another chuckle at the whine that spills from your lips when he pulls away from the crate.
âGo to sleep.â He grunts as he tucks himself back into his trousers, his eyes trained on your as he takes a step back. âIf youâre good enough, I might let you out for breakfast.â
ËËË â ËËË
The next morning, Naoya is wordless as he approaches your cage.You can tell from his narrowed, fox-like gaze that he hasnât forgiven you from last night, his jaw set tight as if you hadnât just made a small mistake. Naoya expected nothing but perfection from his pet, and it was something he made abundantly clear. He opens the door, his eyes narrowed in on your slumped over figure.
âOut.â The words are short and clipped, but firm, leaving no room to argue. It wasnât a request, but a command. You werenât stupid enough to ignore it.
He watches you crawl out of the cage, kneeling at his feet on the cold floor. You keep your gaze trained downwards, unable to meet his eyes. You look so pathetic it almost angers him, a crease forming between his brows as looks down at you. He slowly strips his clothes, his eyes locked onto you the entire time.
âStrip.â You listen, pulling your clothes off and adding them to his own pile on the floor. Thereâs no praise now, no attempts to get you wet enough to take him. He just pushes you down onto all fours before spitting directly onto your cunt as he forces his cock into your tight heat. Itâs meant to be a punishment, but all it takes for you to get wet is the feeling of him stretching you out, your tail swaying side to side as his tip presses up against your cervix.
âSuch a slut⊠Dripping as soon as you see cock. Bet it doesnât even have to be mine, hmm? Could pass you around the whole clan and youâd gladly let each and every one of âem mount you until you were sore and dripping cum.â He spat, his hips rocking forward harshly. He builds up a steady pace, pounding into you brutally.
âWouldnâtâŠâ You manage to force out, brows furrowing as you try to rock back against his hips, your walls pulsing around his length. âJust you⊠want your pups.â
âAww, thatâs cute. You want me to breed you, girl? Is that it?â He lets out a cruel laugh, tugging on your tail to pull you back against him with each thrust, his cock brutally pounding into your tight cunt. âYou think Iâd let you carry my seed? That your bastard children could be sufficient heirs for the Zenâin clan? Iâd never let you have puppies. Stupid fuckinâ bitch. Didnât even realize I got you spayed? You just believe every little thing I tell you, huh?â
Fuck, he really likes the look of your tears. Nearly has him cumming from the way you look sobbing on his dick, the way you clench around him like you're trying to milk him dry despite how upset you are. It doesn't matter what he does to you, not when you're so forgiving. He knows he can say whatever he pleases and you'd still come running back to him, tail tucked between your legs like you were the one in the wrong.
He presses down between your shoulder blades, forcing your chest flat against the hard-wood floor as he keeps your ass in the air with his grip on your tail. With your back arched, the new angle allows him to fuck into you deeper, bullying himself into you without any regard for your pleasure. You were nothing more than something to use to him - a glorified fleshlight, at best. He only let you cum because of how tight you squeezed him when you did, how hot it was to see your dripping down his length.
This wasnât about you right now - it was meant to be a punishment. You'd be lucky if he decided to let you cum in the following weeks, let alone today when he's still pissed off at you for almost breaking one of his rules.
His hips smack the fat of your ass with every thrust, low grunts spilling past his lips as he wraps your tail around his hand, smacking your thigh in frustration when you yelp at the discomfort that comes with it. He's increasingly glad with every pained whimper as his grip tightens that he decided not to dock your tail. It's so much better than a leash could ever be, forcing you back onto his imposing length everytime it gets too much for you and you try to crawl away.
âM'gonna cum.â He groans, harshly forcing your upper body further against the floor as he leans his weight on the hand pushing you down, slick sounds filling the room as he thrusts himself brutally in and out of your twitching pussy. He yanks on your tail, pulling you back against him as he cums with a grunt, his cock twitching inside of your abused cunt. He ruts his hips into you shallowly as he rides out his high before pulling out, smacking your ass once before standing up, ignoring your pleas to let you cum.
âStupid mutt.â He spits out, rolling you onto your back with his foot, pressing it down against your stomach to hold you down. He spits on your face, a huff of laughter leaving him as your nose wrinkles. âI've been too good to you. Made you think you have a say.â
âYou are a toy.â He continues, pulling his foot away with you before moving to gather his clothes. He pulls them on, leaving you panting and leaking his cum on the floor. âSomething for me to use when I get bored.â
He makes his way to the door, shooting one last glance at you over his shoulder. âThe quicker you learn that, the better.â
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Your series is on toppp, i was always waiting for your new post especially that gojo series lmao. Anyways, can we get a gojo x innocent!reader?? Make them likee childhood friend and gojo takes her virginity lolll.
Thank you sm love, I hope you enjoy it <3 You know I've never given Gojo a virgin in anything, it's his first time for me lmaooo! đ©·đ©·đ©·
Pairing: Satoru Gojo x virgin reader
Contents/warnings: cute fluff, friends to lovers, first time/loss of virginity, oral sex (M and F receiving), explicit sex, pet names, not much plot lol, just smut fr
Word Count:: 3.7k
đ©· First Time đ©·
You are sitting next to Satoru on his couch as you all watch one of his silly movies. He has laid out a million snacks and treats for the night, including bowls full of Halloween candy from yesterday. Yes, Satoru was twenty two and yes, he still went trick or treating, youâd been dragged along with him all night last night, running from house to house.
Your feet still hurt, youâre wincing and rubbing them, and Satoru looks over at you with his stupidly pretty eyes, eyes you should be used to after being friends for ten years, but sometimes they⊠well they did things. Satoru seems to be clueless at his effects on you, how when he tickles you, you gasp, how when he pulls you against him, you sigh and inhale his scent.
Youâre pretty bad at hiding it.
Suguru and Shoko make fun of you endlessly, but you are just too afraid to ruin your friendship. But then, youâve also non stop turned down men, left and right, pining away for him. It certainly was not the best way to go about things, but youâre holding out for him to be your first. Even though itâs foolish to think it will happen, you canât help but wait for him.
Satoru was not dating anyone, he really had not dated much since high school, he would have a fling here and there, but mostly he spent time working and then with his friends. With you.
âFeet hurting? Bring âem to Daddy.â He teases with a smirk, and you giggle, rolling your eyes.
âOh gosh, Satoru. You really gonna rub âem?â
âSure am, itâs my fault they hurt. Câmere.â You lean back on the couch and prop your feet up on his lap, as his long fingers press into the soles of your feet, you moan a bit, and he pauses, looking at you.
âSorry.â You say, flustered and overheated, and Satoru looks back at the movie, his tall, lithe body leaning back against the cushions.
âNo need to say sorry, it feels good hmm?â He teases, as you try to focus on the movie, but heâs pressing his fingers deeper, and massaging your feet so good your eyes flutter shut.
âVery good, oof thank you.â You say softly, going to pull them back a bit, but Satoru now has raised his massage to your ankles. You gasp. âThat tickles!â
âDoes it? Youâre so ticklish.â Heâs running little circles on your ankles then, and your thighs shift as his hands slip even higher, to your calves.
âThat feels⊠really good, mmm.â You whisper, wishing it meant less to you, wishing you did not treasure and drink in every bit of your best friend. His shiny white hair, his perfect straight nose, model cheekbones and pouty lips. Satoru Gojo was the prettiest man youâve ever seen, but itâs more than that.
His little smirk and how his snowy lashes lower over his eyes, his laugh when heâs being silly, how his body looks in that black skin tight gym shirt, his biceps curling as heâs gently brushing your legs. You bite your lower lip then, as heâs still watching the movie, his touches lighter, little caresses down your legs.
âYou have nice legs.â You sputter then, mouth wide, and he peeks at you, a little blush on his cheeks. âWhat you do.â
âUm⊠what? I do?â He looks down at your thighs now, and when his huge hands cover them, you canât stop the little whimper, drawing his attention to you.
âYou doing alright over there?â He asks then, raising a brow, and you cover your face now.
âI have to say something.â You shift your legs down, and Satoru pouts.
âI was having fun playing with them, meanie.â
âSatoruâŠâ You lean forward on the couch, touching his shoulders gently. âI really have to tell you something.â
âGo on then, silly girl.â He taps your nose with a little smile. You take a deep breath, looking into his swirling blue eyes then.
âI want you to be my first.â
âWhat!?â Heâs sputtering now, and jumps up, and then you jump up, turning away and covering your face.
âIâm so stupid, of course you wouldnât. Youâre Satoru Gojo, you can have anyone. And youâre experienced. And-â
âHey, hey.â Satoruâs hands are on your shoulders behind you now, and you tense a bit at the touch, heart racing. âYouâre prettier than anyone Iâve been with, itâs not anything like that.â
âShit, really? You think Iâm pretty?â You whisper, looking back at him, and he exhales, hands squeezing a bit, nodding.
âOf course you are, silly. I tell you that you look cute all the time, do I not?â
âCute. Not pretty.â
âWell, youâre cute and pretty. And⊠youâre a virgin?â He turns you to him then, and you nod shyly, tucking your hair behind your ears. âWhy me the first time, why not a boyfriend?â
You sigh then, fiddling with your hands in front of yourself. âYouâre who I want it with. We can stay friends, it doesnât have to like ruin it, you donât have to date me.â
He blinks his white lashes then, tilting his head. âWhy wouldnât I wanna date you?â
âBecause weâre friends!â
âAnd I like you, a lot. I always have. I thought⊠Well, I thought you didnât like me like that.â
âWhat!?â Itâs your turn now, and he smirks a bit.
âWell, Iâm half naked in front of you constantly, and I barely see you check me out.â
âI do! But I look away when you look at me. You donât check me out!â
âOh, I do.â His eyes dart down your body now, and itâs as if heâs touching you, as he looms over you, so tall, so sexy. âI look away when you look at me. Now, you really want a first time, you have to be my girlfriend, Iâm no hussy.â He states, putting his hand to his chest, and you laugh then.
âI can absolutely do that. How do we seal this boyfriend/girlfriend status then? A selfie? A pinky swear?â You step closer, trailing a hand up his chest now.
âMmm, all of the above. But first, this.â Satoru leans down now, kissing you for the first time, his soft, plump lips pressing on yours, and you gasp at it, before kissing him back, putting pressure on his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, on your tip toes. Satoru moans softly, pulling back, his hands on your waist, then his eyes lock onto yours.
âToru⊠thatâs perfect.â You murmur softly, as you still feel the tingles of your lips, then you realize you have a tear sliding down your cheek. Satoru swipes it away gently, tilting up your chin and bending down, lips against your ear.
âI wanna have you cumming so hard you scream my name, pretty tears falling out of those pretty eyes.â Your body reacts viscerally, your nipples pressed against the little tank top youâre wearing, as he nips your ear then, sending shivers down your spine at the sensation.
âPlease.â Satoruâs kissing down your neck now, hands on your hips, feeling your every curve, your hands enwrap in his silky hair, gasping when he picks you up in his arms like itâs nothing.
âAnything you want, pretty girl.â You melt at his words, as he carries you to his bedroom, laying you down and sliding up your tank then, revealing your breasts, he exhales as he sees them, nostrils flaring. âHoly⊠theyâre so fucking pretty.â
âYou like them?â You ask shyly, and he nods eagerly.
âTake it off, please, be a good girl for me.â Youâre dripping wet already, as you lean up and pull the top over your head, your tits bouncing gently. Heâs gripping them in his big hands then, squishing them and running his thumbs over your nipples, your back arches. âTell me what you like, donât hold back, I want to learn all of you.â
âThat feels good, it feels so good.â You say softly, and he then kisses down to each peak, sucking them into his hot mouth. âSâgood, mmm!â
He hums a bit, his big hand sliding down your tummy, making it tremble, as he finds your shorts, pulling them down. âSo, do you masturbate Miss Virgin?â
âJerk, ugh. Of course I do, ah!â Heâs kissing and nipping on your rib cage now, looking at you with his eyes dilated, pupils so big thereâs just a ring of that brilliant blue now.
âShow me what you do, then Iâll know where you like to be touched most.â Heâs taking your hand now, grinning with those white teeth. âAw, ya blushing?â
âWell, y-yes. Um⊠I donât finger myself, I just rub my clit.â
âOf course, those small little fingers, they canât hit good.â He holds his fingers out, double your length, so long you clench around nothing imagining them, getting wetter when he presses your finger to your clit. âThatâs it, pretty, show me.â
You rub your clit in circles, aching for him, as he stands up, taking off his shirt then, and you drink in his body hungrily, as he drinks in yours. âFuck youâre gorgeous Satoru.â
âAnd youâre gorgeous, best friend. Girlfriend. Shnookums.â
âShnookums!â
âTossing cute names around.â Heâs sliding his jeans off now, just in his dark blue boxers, then you see that outline, making you heat up even more with such strong desire. âGo ahead, keep going, youâre doing good.â
âWant you to touch me.â You whisper, as he sits back on the bed, the springs creaking under his weight, watching as your finger is playing between your lips, taking your hand gently and sucking on your finger then. âOh!â
âYummy. Need to taste you.â He says then, his voice husky, you are crying out when he rubs his fingers along your folds, down your slit, where wetness is pooling down to your entrance.
âToru!â Your hips buck up when he runs circles on your clit, eyeing you carefully now.
âHave you had anything inside this pretty pussy at all?â He asks, sliding down to lay between your thighs now, his hands pressing into the plush of them as he spreads them wide. âSo perfect.â
âNo, I havenât.â You admit, then gasp out when he slides one of his thick, long fingers inside you. âAh⊠ah!â
âFuck youâre so tight.â He pecks little kisses on your thighs, nipping as he studies you, pressing on a spot now that makes you see stars. âThere it is.â
Youâre falling apart as he pumps that long finger in, before stretching it to two, which is so hard to take, you can barely get to his first knuckles. âToru, itâs too much⊠too muchâŠâ
âAww you can take it, canât you? Gotta stretch this tight little pussy for me, Iâm a lot bigger than those fingers.â You can hear the squishing of your wetness as he kisses closer and closer, and youâre entangling your fingers in his hair, pressing against his scalp. âYouâre so needy for me, arenât you?â
You canât speak then, when he kisses the hood of your clit, pulling the fingers out to part your folds gently. Your legs shake on either side of his head as he studies your pussy even more, moaning as he does. âToru, um what are you doing?â
âGonna eat you out, pretty girl. I canât just have a treat like this and not eat it, donât you know I have a sweet tooth?â
âAre you sure, I didnât expect-â
âOh this is my favorite. Youâll love it.â Satoru swipes his tongue up your slit then, and youâre moaning so loud itâs embarrassing, and he exhales, tickling you so good, his cool breath blowing on your overheated cunt. âYummy.â
âToru, fuckâŠâ
âWhat a bad mouth, young lady.â He glares, and you laugh, breathless. âAnd youâre laughing, ah-ah.â He smacks your pussy, shocking you, but you like it, as youâre gushing more arousal out of your little hole. âFreaky little virgin.â
âToru!â
âStop talking back missy.â He smacks it again, and grins at your reaction. âLet me enjoy my treat, hmm?â You just nod, and he dives down now, sliding his tongue in and out of you in the most delicious tongue fuck. Youâre already pulsing around him as he drinks you up, exploring you with his tongue, lips, teeth.
Your back arches, as heâs fucking you with it over and over, his teeth hitting your clit when he swipes up, finally swirling your clit in circles with the tip of his stupidly talented tongue. You canât stand how good it feels, the pressure in your tummy, then you realize youâre going to cum, and cum so hard, you feel everything on fire, every nerve ending lit up.
âGonna cum, gonna cum!â You pant out the words, and Satoruâs moaning against you, leaning up, half his face covered with you.
âCum all over my face, let me drink you pretty.â Heâs not goofy, silly Satoru, heâs some damn sex demon now, as he flicks his tongue once more, and youâre shattering for him, pulling him against you as you cum.
Satoru rides it out with you, continuing to flick his tongue so fast, sipping up the wetness out of your soppy cunt. You feel so good youâre blinded, eyes blinking rapidly to try to focus, to try to cling to this earth. Heâs more serious now as he exhales, fingering you again, sliding two in with ease at how wet you are, hovering over you.
âSuch a good girl, came that much for me? Wanna taste it?â He asks, and you nod nervously, then heâs kissing you, letting you taste your sweet arousal. Your hands slide down his hard abdomen, over the ripples of muscles and sinew, until you find his boxers, tugging. âOh fuck, wanna touch me?â
âYes, please.â
âI wasnât sure your first time.â His care melts you, melts any worries you have away, but when he takes off his boxers and you see him, you panic.
âOh that will never fit!â You watch him chuckle then, his soft hair falling over a brow as you touch it, your tiny hand not covering hardly any of it.
âIt will fit, I promise.â
âWill it hurt?â You ask, brows together, stroking him, watching his eyes flutter shut, biting his lip.
âI havenât been with a virgin. Um, I hear it hurts a bit, but youâre so wet and warmed up, I hope it wonât for long. Iâll go easy on you, the first time.â
âThe first time!?â
âThen weâll get freaky.â You giggle again, stroking him up and down.
âCan I suck you too?â
âYou want to?â You nod and he exhales, getting on his knees then, gently positioning you on all fours. âFuck itâs like my four pm nap.â
âHuh?â
âI nap after work, and you are always in some position. Some new one. Legs spread, ass in the air.â He wraps your hair up, pulling it gently into a ponytail, his pretty cock so thick and intimidating, twitching as you flick your tongue on the pink tip. âOh fuck, that feels good.â
âWhat do you like?â You lap at the pearly liquid weeping from his tip, tonguing it and tasting it, sweet and a little salty, before sucking a couple inches in your mouth, earning his little whimper, so sexy it makes you impossibly wetter.
âAnything you wanna do, fuck. At your mercy here, the tip is the most sensitive. Can you take more?â Satoruâs voice is soft as he presses in further, and youâre moaning around him, nodding. âGood girl.â
âMmm.â Youâre sucking more of him then, as you look up, seeing his perfect form, that happy trail of white hair under that flat belly button, his hard body tensing as you stroke him where your mouth canât reach.
âOkay, too much, I want to last for you. Mmm.â He pulls you off gently now, pushing you back to lay down, settling between your thighs, fingering you with his two fingers again. âAre you sure about this? We can wait.â
âI want this, I really do. I have for so- ah- long. Toru! Close!â Heâs sliding his fingers out then, leaving you whining, as he now presses his thick tip in your entrance, and your eyes lock as you gasp.
âWant to feel you cumming around me, love.â Love that little pet name is destroying you. âRelax, please, donât tense, just trust me. I got you.â
âI trust you, Satoru.â He exhales then, head resting on yours, then presses in, and you whine out at the pain of the first stretch, and he pauses, groaning.
âOh fuck youâre so tight. Are you okay, pretty?â You nod a bit, as he eases back, and youâre gripping his back so tightly your nails are leaving crescent marks. âOh fuckâŠâ
Satoru moans as he presses further in, and youâre full, too full, itâs like nothing youâve known. He sinks in so deep you feel him in your stomach, feel him everywhere, burning the skin as it stretches to accommodate. Satoru studies you carefully, his brow scrunched up, cupping your face with one hand.
âBaby, you all right? Gotta tell me.â
âIâm so full. Itâs just⊠a lot.â He nods, kissing you again, rocking his hips, and then his tip drags on that spot heâd just fingered, and it feels so good, youâre clinging to him. âThere, there!â
âHere?â He does it again, and your eyes roll back, feeling him roll those hips, youâre wetter and wetter with every shallow thrust, and heâs whimpering again, his cheeks flushed pink, his lips parted. âCum on me, please?â
You need no further urging, youâre soaking Satoruâs cock as you cum, and his lips drink your moans, his hands now holding your thighs, sliding them up further, starting to fuck into you now. Youâre falling apart under him, moans ridiculously loud, pleasure is coursing through your body while he fucks you into another orgasm.
âToru, Toru! Mmm!â Satoruâs pretty eyes look into your own.
âCan I go harder, love?â
âYes, please.â
He laughs just a bit. âYou can take it, huh?â
âI can, fuck I can.â He fucks you harder then, pressing your thighs up, and youâre struggling to take more and more of him, as heâs so deep heâs hitting your cervix.
âFeel me here?â He takes your hand, pressing it on your tummy, and he has a wicked grin as he slides in slow, and you feel him there, making you squeak. âYouâre so cute.â
âCute, still, while mmm⊠fucking?â
âCute anytime. Cutie.â He smacks little kisses on your cheeks, somehow heâs dirty and sexy one moment, then sweet and adorable the next. âMwah!â
âSatoru!â You giggle when he leaves a loud kiss on your lips, but then he presses in so deep and grinds, and you lose all sense. Everything is fading, floating.
âCall me Toru when you cum.â
âToru!â You cum all over his cock, arousal dripping down his length, down his balls that are smacking your ass, and he sucks in a breath when he feels your walls fluttering around him.
âTrying to milk me, sheâs greedy already.â You have no clue what he means, all you know is it feels even better, as heâs thickening inside you. âQuestion.â He huffs out then, panting over you, his chiseled body dripping in sweat.
âG-go ahead.â
âOn birth control or I gotta get plan B?â You nervously bury your face into his throat, and heâs laughing softly, stroking your hair as his strokes slow. âBaby gotta let me know, Iâm not gonna pull out, wanna fill you up.â
âIâm on the pill. And t-take it on time.â He sighs, tilting your chin up then, smirking deviously, eyes bright fucking blue and insane.
âIâd cum in you anyway, youâd be cute pregnant.â
âWhat now!?â Heâs slammed his lips on yours again, pressing your thighs up, and then heâs fucking harder, sounds of your skin smacking mixing with your wetness, as he fucks you so hard your tits are bouncing, the headboard is smacking. âTaking it easy, huh!?â
âThis is easy, love. Oh fuck⊠gonna cumâŠâ He moans then, his hands cupping your face, and you feel him throbbing inside you, thickening, you are filled with hot ropes of cum, coating your walls, and you cum just from that, earning his groan. âOh youâre such a good girl.â
Heâs gently pumping, gasping as he pumps even more cum, and your muscles are already pushing it out. He sighs then, smacking kisses on you over and over, every inch of your face, making you so blissful, as heâs fucked any thoughts out of your head, you feel like youâre floating, clinging to him, nails digging in.
âThis better not be just once.â He says with a glare, and you grin, shaking your head and brushing his hair back.
âAbsolutely not just once. Oh! Ouch.â You hiss a bit as he eases out, and you go to look down, but he tilts your chin up, shaking his head.
âDonât look, youâre always scared of blood. Gonna faint.â
âItâs that much!?â
âNo, but youâre sensitive about that. Iâll be right back.â Satoru hops up and you look at the ceiling, you hear a shower running, see the steam rolling into his room, and then heâs back and cleaning you up, before picking you up in his arms. âLet me take care of you, yeah?â
âYeah, I would love that, Toru. Sounds so good.â He has you under the scalding hot water then, sudsing you up with bubbles everywhere, forming little puffy clouds on your breasts then rinsing them, laughing like heâs having a blast. You shake your head as you watch him.
âI used to jerk off when youâd take showers here.â
âYou what now!?â
He just grins, pushing the shower head even lower. âPicturing you, did you ever⊠you knowâŠâ
âSatoru!â
âDid you!?â You look at his shower head nervously, then him, and heâs grinning even wider now. âOh, youâre a bad girl.â
âOh stop it, silly. Maybe once or twice. You have great water pressure. Ah, Toru!â Satoru is now on his knees in the shower, looking up at you and rushing that hot shower water against your clit. You gasp at it, as he wraps an arm around your hip to steady you.
âIâm gonna have so much fun with you.â
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cami would you write a sub abby? like maybe where she needs your help to get off?đ€đ©·
my sweet dani, that mind of yours truly is incredibleâŠi wrote this one just for you querida đ€
close call
contractor!abby anderson x joelâs daughter!reader
- summary: itâs the night before the annual bake sale, and abby needs your touch now more than ever.
- content: smut MDNI, no outbreak/modern au, contractor/engineer!abby, texas living, no sarah, joel & jerry are still alive (jerry is not a doctor in this), reader has a business degree, abby gets needy, sneaking out, oral & fingering (a!receiving), masturbation (r), abby whimpering and begging?? and i think thatâs it but lmk if i missed anything
- authorâs note: well if iâm being honest i really did not expect to be writing another contractor!abby fic so soon, but this request gives so much desperate contractor!abby energy that i just had to do it. however i do have to clarify that this is not a part 3. iâve stated this before in one of my asks, but part 3 is going to be more about the bake saleâŠthis is just more of a little bonus chapter i guess.
anyways, this oneâs for you dani, and for all of my contractor!abby fans out there that need a little pick me up rn. i hope yâall enjoy it đ«¶đ»
You didnât expect to be doing it again so soon.
After you had snuck your way out of work to go see Abby at her fatherâs contracting site, you have to admit that the rest of this week flew by surprisingly fast for you.
You had been keeping yourself occupied in the meantime, between doing customer calls at work and preparing for the bake sale, youâve been quite patient with yourself and didnât feel the need to have to sneak out again until the next time youâd plan to see Abby. It was almost as if you simply had just been sick that day, and Abbyâs touch was the remedy that cured you.
AlthoughâŠthere might be a feeling that youâve jinxed yourself in saying so when you receive a phone call the night before.
You spent the morning on your work shift as usual, and your dad was generous enough to let you go before lunchtime so you could start baking for the sale tomorrow. After spending the rest of your day prepping, mixing, baking, and decorating, you were left with a variety of fresh pastries by sundown, ready to sell the next morning.
By the time you finished cleaning up the kitchen and getting ready for bed, the clock struck 10 p.m. Normally youâd stay up a little longer, but after the exhausting day youâve had today, you genuinely needed to rest for tomorrow. You had to be downtown by 7 a.m. to set up at the farmerâs market for the bake sale. Given how weary you were, it didnât take long for you to fall asleep.
However, you were only able to get a few hours of sleep in before your phone began to ring.
The sound of your ringtone startles you awake. Letting out a tired groan, you muster up the energy to reach over to your nightstand to turn on your light and pick up your phone to see who was calling you.
âAbby?â you whisper to yourself, rubbing your eyes to get a better look at the screen. Once you do, the phone call disappears and your lock screen shows with the missed notification, giving you a chance to look at the time.
It was barely past 1 a.m. Why the hell was she calling you this late?
Her contact name shows up once again in a second call, and this time you swipe to answer.
âAbbyâŠwhat is it?â you answer groggily to her.
âHeyâŠare you awake?â she asks shyly.
You roll your eyes before responding. âI am now.â
âLook, Iâm sorry if I did wake you up, but I really need you right nowâŠâ
Her words start to replay in your head. The tone she had in her voiceâŠshe didnât sound like her usual, cocky self. She sounded desperateâŠkind of like how you were the last time you saw her.
âAbby, itâs one in the morningâŠwhat is it that canât wait until later?â
You knew what she was asking for, you just needed to make her say it. Kind of like how she made you tell her last time.
âI umâŠI canât get myself off,â she muttered back. It was quiet, but not quiet enough to where you couldnât hear her.
You simply nod, soon remembering that she couldnât see you right now. âAlright, umâŠdo you have your boxers on, then?â
âNoâI mean, yes I do, but I donât mean thisâŠI need you to come over.â
You scoff at her through the phone. She truly canât be serious. Having to do this over the phone would already be difficult enough for you. But to sneak yourself out in the middle of the night to do so? It was going to be too much.
âAbby, you canât be serious right nowââ
âCome on, baby, donât be like thatâŠMy dad isnât even home right now, please?â
âOkay, but my dad is.â You reply to her instantly. âThereâs no way Iâm gonna be able to get out of my house without waking him up.â
You keep trying to tell her that itâs not going to work out, but Abby continues to beg about it. As much as you wanted to, it clearly wasn't the right time to do so. But eventually, you just had to give in.
âOkay, fine! Iâll come overâŠâ you said, quickly lowering your voice down. âJustâŠjust give me five minutes.â
After hanging up the phone, you get up from your bed, taking the time to stretch in the process. Grabbing the first pair of shoes you find, you quickly slip them on before grabbing your phone and keys and exiting your room.
Once youâve shut the door, you begin to tiptoe down the hall as to not wake up your father. The door of Joelâs bedroom was slightly cracked open, and you could see that he was fast asleep. You quietly pass by his bedroom and make your way down the stairs, praying that the wood doesn't start creaking from the weight of your footsteps.
Before you know it, youâve successfully made it out the door, and you begin to cross the street to Abbyâs place. Once youâve made it to her front door, your phone buzzes again.
âAbby: thereâs a spare key under the mat.â
Jesus. The least she couldâve done was to have let you in her own house, especially since you had to do most of the work sneaking yourself out.
You reach down and slide your hand under the doormat, quickly finding the key that was hidden underneath before unlocking the door and letting yourself in. Itâs the first time youâve been inside Abbyâs house, and youâre not bothered to even get a good look at it, you just needed to find her right now.
After wandering throughout her house for what feels like forever, you finally find her bedroom. Not even bothering to knock, you simply walk in to see Abby lying in the center of her bed, her long blonde locks draped over her shoulders, and her muscle tank covering her top half while the rest of her body was covered with her duvet from the waist down.
âHey,â she pants out, propping herself up on her bed to get a better look at you. âIâm so sorry I had toââ
âSit up,â you tell her, cutting off her sentence.
âWhat?â
âYou heard me. Sit up.â
You then walk your way over to the left side of her bed and kneel on the ground, causing Abby to scramble around and sit up from her bed. Once youâre settled on the ground, sheâs got her legs hanging off the bed, and you can see that she doesnât have anything on underneath.
âThought you said you had your boxers on,â you told her.
âI-I didâŠI just couldnât wait for you to get hereâŠâ she replies, looking away from you as she does so.
âAnd you say Iâm the needy oneâŠâ you mutter to yourself. You then spread Abbyâs legs open, revealing her pussy to you. Despite how truly annoyed you were that she made you have to sneak out in the middle of the night, youâd be lying if you said you didnât want to be touching her like this right nowâŠbecause your mouth was practically watering at the sight of her wet pussy.
Without hesitation, you insert two of your fingers inside her. Her body jerks back for a moment at the sudden touch, before soon settling down, letting her pussy relax around your fingers.
It seemed like Abby was trying to compose herself right now because you could hear how hard she was trying to hold back her whimpers and whines as you kept slowly pumping your fingers in and out of her.
âM-MoreâŠâ she whispers out to you, trying her best to not sound needy.
âIâm sorry, what was that?â You asked, eyes still fixated on her pussy.
âI-I need more, pleaseâŠâ she responds, her voice just a little louder this time.
You look up at her as your fingers continue to move inside her pussy, your movements not stopping as you maintained eye contact with her. âIâm gonna need you to be more specific than that, Abigail, or else Iâm not giving you what you want,â you tell her sternly.
You can easily see her trying to hold back her frustration right now, and you were honestly enjoying it. The fact that youâve put her in this state of submission outside of her usual cocky persona truly has you beaming with pride.
âIâfuckâI need your mouth, p-pleaseâŠâ she whines out to you, hands gripping onto the sheets as your fingers curl into her g spot.
âSee, there you goâŠThat wasnât so hard now, was it?â you tease back at her before leaning in and attaching your mouth to her clit as you continued to finger her.
It didnât take long for the speed of your fingers to increase inside her pussy and for your mouth to suck harder on her throbbing clit. Between the pleasure you were giving her and the whimpers and moans that were escaping from her mouth, you canât help but feel the need to take care of yourself down there.
As you continue to eat Abby out, your non-dominant hand begins to trail its way down into your shorts and slide below your underwear. You instantly feel a sense of relief once your fingertips reach your clit, rubbing it gently as you continued to give Abby the pleasure she needed.
You began to whimper and moan into her pussy, the vibrations from your mouth causing chills to rush through Abbyâs body as she tried to chase her orgasm.
Her pussy soon began to clench around your fingers more than usual, indicating that she was close. You briefly removed your mouth from her pussy to speak to her, quickly replacing it with your thumb in the meantime. âYouâre getting close, arenât you?â you asked, looking up at her.
Abby nodded quickly in response. âY-yes, fuck, p-please donât stopâŠâ she whined out, quickly grabbing your head with one hand and pushing it back into her pussy while her other hand grips onto the edge of her bed.
You were practically being suffocated in between her strong thighs right now, but you could honestly care less. You werenât stopping until she finished. You continued to desperately moan and whine into her pussy as you kept rubbing your needy clit with your other hand, trying to chase your orgasm as well.
âOh fuck, baby, right there, Iâm gonnaâFuck!â
Abby tried her best to warn you, she really did, but before you both knew it, her release was already spilling out of her pussy and onto your fingers and mouth, causing you to greedily drink up every last drop of her before slowly removing your mouth and fingers out of her.
Once Abby had recovered from her orgasm, she looked down at you just in time to see you take your other hand out of your shorts. She kept her eyes on your fingers, admiring how they were covered in your release as a result of the pleasure you just gave to her.
She brings her hand down to your chin and lifts it to meet her eyes with yours. The deja vu feeling was hitting her now the second she saw your pupils blown out once again, just like how you were not even a week ago when you went down on her under her desk while she was sitting across from her father.
You hesitate for a moment before soon making the effort to stand up to her height, bringing your two fingers that were coated in your slick up to her lips.
âClean them up,â you commanded.
Abby nodded as she held the hand that was put to her mouth before parting her lips and sucking your fingers clean. Her eyes were trained on yours, maintaining eye contact as she did so.
âThere you go, just like thatâŠâ you mutter out to her quietly.
Once they were clean, Abby removed your fingers from her mouth, making a slight pop sound as she did so. You lean in to plant a kiss on her lips, tasting a bit of yourself from her lips and vice versa. You then reach down to grab your phone and keys before walking towards her bedroom door to leave.
However, you pause in your tracks for one moment and turn your head around to look at her fucked out self one more time.
âIâll see you at the bake sale.â you reminded her, that same smirk appearing now on both of your faces before you turned back around and exited her bedroom, now leaving her by herself.
Well, itâs safe to say that Abby was going to have to return the favor for you real soon.
- a/n: i have to admit this oneâs not my best work, it was my first time writing sub abby yâall believe me i tried my best đđ»
also, i donât usually self promote my fics but i did post my first dina fic the other day, itâs called overnight sensation and itâs a smau series. iâve spent a lot of time and effort in making that fic so far so itâll truly mean a lot to me if you guys could check it out đ€
but other than that, iâll see you guys in part 3!
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(^ i think thatâs everyone?? let me know if i missed anyone/if youâd like to be tagged in the real part 3 LOL)
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