#but on the other hand i don’t wanna knock myself for it too hard cause i know how i am and there’s no changing me :(

[toruland]

me trying to act like im not affected every time i see people make fun of gojo

[little-wicked10]

buy me presents🎁

Summary: Soldier Boy can’t help his obsession with his little Beverly Hills beauty and spoils her for Christmas.

Warnings: Smut 18+, cursing, dirty talk, unprotected sex, daddy kink, sugar daddy vibes, possessive behavior, subspace, degrading, praise kink, creampie, and lots of other goodies🔞☃️

Notes: OBVIOUSLY inspired by “buy me presents” by Sabrina Carpenter. I went REALLY feral with this one🤭 Merry Christmas @jays-bonnie-on-the-side 🎄

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“I sure wish you were coming here for Christmas, daddy,” she purred into the phone, twirling the cord around her manicured finger.

Ben groaned on the other end of the line, “Gonna get me hard on set, doll. Don’t be naughty. You know I got a shit ton of PR bullshit to do ‘round here.”

“I’m starting to think you don’t wanna buy me any presents,” she pouted her red lips.

His chuckle in her ear sent tingles across her skin, “I’m startin’ to think all you want is my black card.”

“That’s not true!” she playfully whined, “I want your dick too.”

Ben smirked, “I know you do, baby. Daddy’s been dyin’ without that sweet lil’ pussy on his dick, his mouth, his fingers.”

He was trying to tease her, but his plan backfired when he felt his dick strain in his pants. The little pathetic whimper he heard made it twitch. “Shit, you better not be playin’ with yourself!” he growled.

“N-No, I’m not, daddy. But, you’re being so mean and unfair,” she whined.

“I know, honey, I’m just a bastard, aren’t I?” his cocky tone made her groan in annoyance, “Keep bein’ nice, and Santa is gonna spoil the shit out of his Vixen.”

She moaned and rubbed her thighs together at the playful name. Damn Vought for making him work. Damn the modeling agency for making her work. She’d give anything to skip her latest photoshoots to be back in the arms of her Supe lover. It’s been weeks since the last time she was wrapped around him, and the ache was starting to get unbearable. Chills trickled down her spine remembering the way he slammed the head board of his Alaskan King bed into the plaster as he felt her creaming all over his pistoning cock. By the time she had to leave for Beverly Hills, the whole damn tower knew her name.

As the memories swirled in her lust riddled eyes, a whimper slipped from her painted lips. Ben’s deep groan pulled her from her thoughts. “Whatcha thinkin’ about, baby? Thinkin’ about how daddy had your naked body pressed against the cold glass of his penthouse last time you were here? ‘Cause I think about that all the time. How hard your nipples got, how our body heat fogged up the glass, how you soaked the carpet underneath us by the time I was done with ya,” he grabbed his bulge, “Bet those assholes in make up had a hell of a time coverin’ up all those hickeys.”

She clutched the phone tighter in her hand, panting and moaning into the receiver. He didn’t play fair. She wasn’t allowed to touch herself unless he said so, and he rarely said so. Soldier Boy was a glutton for her suffering and neediness, for those desperate pleas for sweet release. She only disobeyed him once, concluding he couldn’t possibly tell the difference, but he certainly did. The punishment was fucking herself on him while he didn’t do shit, simply sitting back and smoking a joint while she weakly tried to get off without his help. Absolute torture.

“Please, let me touch myself, daddy,” she whined pathetically, “Could be an early Christmas present.”

His laugh made a pit of disappointment settle in her stomach, “Nuh uh, sugar tits. You can wait till I get there next week.” Suddenly, there was the sound of voices in the background. The supe barked at them to fuck off he’d be there in a minute. “I gotta go, honey.”

She pouted, “Fine.”

“Be good, Vixen,” he chuckled, “Santa’s coming to town real soon.”

They were having way too much fun with the Christmas themed teasing.

//

It was around 10 o’clock the next night when a knock echoed through her empty home. She’d fallen asleep draped across the couch waiting on their nightly call. She yawned as she sat up and rubbed her eyes. Adjusting her silk robe, she slipped off the couch and padded towards the door. She wondered who could possibly be knocking this late as she slipped down the main hallway. A familiar figure came into view, identity hidden by the frosty privacy glass around the door. She didn’t need to see his face to know who was standing on her front porch. A delighted squeal left her lips as she rushed towards the door and flung it open.

“Ho, Ho, Ho,” Ben smirked.

“You better not have any other ho’s,” she playfully scolded, “What are you doing here? I thought you had PR with Vought.”

“Yeah, I told those fuckers to gargle my ballsack I gotta see my lady,” he smiled.

Removing the duffel from his shoulder, he swept her into his arms and walked into her home. The metal buckles of his suit were cold through the thin silk of her robe and pajamas. Lipstick marked his skin with every kiss she bestowed upon his handsome face. “Save some of those kisses for later, honey. You know how much I love lipstick on my cock,” he growled into her ear.

“Depends on what Santa got me before I decide if I’m feelin’ generous,” she teased.

“Well then let’s get to openin’,” he smiled as he carried her into the beautifully decorated living room.

Once he set her down, she bounced onto the couch, sitting on her knees patiently. Ben sat next to her with a huff and swiftly unzipped the black bag. She giggled excitedly as he began pulling out the most gorgeously wrapped gifts and set them on the coffee table. The paper was a shiny baby pink wrapped with a velvet hot pink ribbon. Once all the presents were spread out for her to pick apart, the supe propped a foot up and lit a cigar. She took a moment to admire the handy work of some poor intern at Vought Ben had most likely intimidated into doing it. Soldier Boy didn’t wrap gifts.

He watched with an amused grin as his spoiled lover suddenly perched herself on his knee and opened every expensive gift he’d picked out: beautiful jewels from Cartier and Tiffany (he couldn’t decide which was better so he went with both), designer clothes and shoes from her favorite name brands, lingerie, and even a sable fur coat.

“Ben! Oh my god, baby! Is this real?!?” she gasped as she held the fur to her chest.

“Of course it’s real. Only the best for you,” he smirked as smoke curled from his perfect lips.

She wrapped her arms around his strong neck and passionately kissed his lips, tasting his cigar. A large hand held her waist as he slipped his tongue against hers. She was quick to face him and straddle his lap properly, “I’m feelin’ very grateful, Santa. I must have been an awful good girl to get all these presents.”

Ben squeezed the plush of her ass, “It’s the naughty things that got you on my nice list, Vixen. And, Santa’s got one more for ya.”

“Oh I can feel it,” she ground her hips down into his.

He clenched his teeth and groaned, “Not that. That’s in a minute.”

Ben picked her up and placed her on the couch, setting his cigar in an ashtray. Kneeling down before her, he took her right leg in his grasp, resting her foot against his shoulder. She leaned back and shivered as his soft lips and rough beard tickled her ankle. They dragged up towards her calf, smirking into her skin when he heard her quiet moan. His free hand reached into his pocket to pull out a small silver chain with a charm dangling from it. The metal was warm as he wrapped it around her slender ankle. Once it was clasped and freely hanging, Ben sat back to let her look at it.

“An anklet?” she asked curiously.

“Mmhm. Look at the charm,” he encouraged.

She removed her foot from his shoulder and tucked her leg against her body, looking down to admire the charm. It was an exact replica of the metal eagle patches on the upper arms of his suit. Her fingers felt engravings on the back. Flipping it around, she read the words, ‘Property of Soldier Boy.’

“I would have paid for a tattoo, but I know that’s not your style. This is muuuuch sexier,” he brought her ankle back to his chest, admiring the silver gleaming in the dim light, “Had it made special for ya. Something pretty to dangle in your face when I’ve got ya bent in half.”

“Isn’t that what your face is for?” she teased as she push her foot against his chest.

With a deep chuckle, he caught her behind both knees and yanked her legs open, pulling her to the edge of the couch, “It’s also a little reminder of who owns this ass.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, “Make sure no body touches what’s yours, daddy?”

“Oh nobody would ever dare come near ya. If not from my lil’ reminder, then your expensive taste would bleed’em dry,” he leaned forward and kissed her neck.

She thread her fingers through his soft hair, “Your fault for spoiling me so much. Ruined me for any other man with that black card and thick dick.”

“Damn fuckin’ straight, honey,” he bit down hard where her neck and shoulder met, “Ya gonna let me unwrap my present now? Drink you like a warm glass of milk? Santa’s pretty thirsty.”

She nodded with a sweet sigh as his hands began to roam her body with determination. A moan slipped from her throat when he sucked on her jawline below her ear. Small hands slipped down his body and expertly began to unbuckle his suit. Ben let go of her long enough to slip it off. Her flimsy robe went next as his hands greedily shoved up under her tank top, groping her breasts in his large hands. She whimpered as he bit her lip and pinched her nipples.

“Fuck me, I missed these tits so much,” he groaned. She moaned into his mouth and ground her hips into his abdomen. The warmth from her pussy radiated through her flimsy shorts and into his skin. Every pass of her hips made her wetter, soaking through the silk. “C’mere,” Ben yanked her closer to wrap her legs around his waist and stood up.

It was a quick sprint up the stairs before entering her bedroom. He tossed her to the mattress, and she bounced, tits jiggling beautifully. “Naked. Now,” the order was gruff as he began unbuckling his belt. The green of his eyes turned dark watching her slip out of the cute little sleeping set. Only thing left on her body was a silver anklet and a sultry smile. She maneuvered herself on the bed to lay on her stomach, face inches from his hips. Ben’s gaze never left hers as he tossed his boots and pants aside.

He had a cocky swagger as his hard dick bobbed with every step. Her mouth watered, and she licked her lips at the sight. A deep chuckle reverberated from his chest, running his fingers through her hair before taking a handful, “I know that look, doll.” She bit her lip and stared up at him through her lashes, her crossed ankles swaying in the air. She leant forward and placed a bright red kiss mark at the base of his cock. He shuddered at the feel of her soft lips and warm breath.

Just as he asked, she decorated his cock in her lipstick. First, leaving kiss marks all the way up to his head. They all began to smear once she took him into her mouth, bobbing up and down until she was ready to take more. The hand tangled in her hair started guiding her as his hips started fucking into her mouth. Tears burned in her eyes, mascara beginning to run, but she kept going. He was taking it easy on her considering how long it had been since the last time they’d fucked.

“That’s my girl. You remember how to do this. Relax your throat a lil’ more for daddy,” Ben growled, “J-Just like that. Fuck, you’re such a good girl!”

She moaned around his length.

“Gonna cum down that pretty throat, honey,” he growled, “Swallow it. Fuckin’ swallow it!”

Her throat constricted around his girth as he came. He slowly began to pull his cock out, still throbbing and squirting into her mouth. He smeared the head of his dick against her tongue. She held her tongue out to show the last of his essence before swallowing. Ben kneeled with a sly grin and wiped her tears with his thumb, “That’s my good lil’ slut.” Her eyes were glazed over and her lips wet as she nuzzled into his hand. He suddenly picked her up and laid her against the plush pillows.

He caught her shamelessly watching his muscles stretch and flex as he laid on his stomach, throwing her legs over his broad shoulders. The tinkling of the anklet made a feral feeling settle in his body. “Your turn,” he grinned.

“Oh daddy!” she cried as his mouth enveloped her pussy.

The way he swirled his tongue around her clit then dip into her entrance made her begin to pant. Tiny, pathetic whimpers escaped her lips as she tried to roll her hips against him. The scratch of his beard her favorite sensation when he went down on her. Ben moaned and shook his head side to side, letting his tongue and facial hair rub against her sensitive folds. “I fucking love your beard, daddy! I want beard burn on my pussy!” she cried. His chuckle vibrated against her. He loved the sound of her desperate babbling.

Her small hands grasped at his hair frantically when he stuck his tongue inside her and ran his thumb over her clit. The calluses on his fingers added to the sparks tingling her nerve endings. She suddenly arched her back to rub her pussy against his face more. Two thick fingers replaced his tongue, and he sucked her clit into his mouth. Hooking his fingers, he assaulted that sensitive little spot inside her.

She nearly screamed as the damn burst, and she gushed all over his face and hand. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! YES, DADDY!” she screamed.

Ben’s groan vibrated through her and helped in adding to her pleasure. Her body trembled and spasmed as the waves crashed over her. Her first orgasm quickly bled into another as he kept up the pace. He only stopped when she began to push his head away and whine. “T-Too much, daddy! Need your cock! Now! P-Please!” she hiccuped.

His hot breath panted against her abused center. Their eyes met, and he could swear he saw cute little pink hearts in her blown pupils. Sitting up on his knees, Ben wiped his beard before pulling her hips to his. Her legs wrapped around his waist and his massive length rested against her slick sex. He held her hips in his hands as he watched her large breasts heave with each pant that escaped her bitten lips.

“Those fuckers you work for should put this image right here on the cover,” he felt her pussy lips clench on the underside of his cock, “Fuck, you like the idea of people seein’ what a cock drunk lil’ whore you are, baby?”

She dumbly nodded, not a thought forming in her fuzzy, lust-fueled mind.

Ben rut his hips back and forth, coating himself in her slick, “That face right there is why Santa was so good to you this year. Ain’t even put it in yet and you’re already a fucked dumb whore.”

She whined and whimpered, hips wiggling in anticipation as he notched his tip at her entrance. The need burned deep in her stomach, but she was being patient for him.

“My fucked dumb whore. My pretty lil’ slut,” he started to press his hips forward, “My favorite girl. Daddy’s spoiled princess.”

Ben moaned as her cunt clenched around him at his praises. He was a possessive son of a bitch, and feeling that anklet pressing between his lower back and her ankle made him fucking animalistic. His right hand slid from her hip to circle her clit with his thumb. She cried out and he moaned when their hips were flush together, tip kissing the back of her cervix. She never got tired of that overly full feeling only he could give her. That sweet stretching of her opening was addicting. Ben leaned over her, left hand holding her hip while right leaning against the mattress next to her head. Just as she was about to beg for him to move, his hips snapped forward. Each thrust hard and deliberate in reshaping her plush, velvet walls to his cock again.

Small hands held on to his strong neck and broad shoulders as her eyes watched his abs flex. She drooled over the way his body looked as he fucked her. She didn’t know what possessed her mind to conjure it, but she thought he was so pretty. Prettier than any gift he’d gotten her. It was odd to think of a man so ruggedly handsome as pretty. His forest green eyes dark with lust, his long hair hanging in his face, perfect smile adorning his face every time she cried out his name. It was beautiful.

“Sss…ssso pretty, d-daddy,” her right hand skimmed down his chest, red nails tracing down his V-line, “Prettier t-than m-me.”

Ben chuckled down leaned down on his forearm to brush his lips against her cheek, “Not prettier than you, baby, but I appreciate the compliment. Ya like daddy’s pretty cock inside ya?”

She gasped when he picked up his thrusts. The way her nails kept tickling his V-line made him shudder. Suddenly, he took her hands in his, intertwining their fingers and holding them above her head. Her legs wrapped tighter around his hips as he drove into her deeper. The only sound leaving her lips ‘uh, uh, uh’ over and over again. He sucked on her neck, leaving large bruises all over her neck. Each love bite soothed over with the pass of his tongue.

Her whole body was tingling and writhing. This was why he didn’t want her to play with herself. Her body was so sensitive and responsive to him it was insane. Selfishly, he wanted her to only get pleasure from him. Only cum when he wants her to, in the way he wants her to, however many times he wants her to. She was completely at his mercy, addicted to his touch. He suddenly flipped them, placing her on top before letting go of her hands to wrap his arms around her. She slipped hers around his neck and head, grasping his brown locks to make him look her in the eye.

His thrusts continued at a brutal pace. His teeth bit into her bottom lip as she moaned and trembled. When his right hand trailed up her spine, he took a fist full of her hair and pulled her mouth to his. The mind melting way he kissed her made her move her hips more with his thrusts. Suddenly, his left hand moved down to harshly grab and slap her ass. He swallowed her gasp when he suddenly circled his finger around the hole he wasn’t fucking. “O-Oh, fuck, baby!” he stuttered as her inner walls choked his cock, “Didn’t know you wanted daddy to play with your asshole, did ya?”

She could only whine, enjoying the constant circling of his middle finger over the small hole. The way their bodies pressed together made her rub her clit against his pelvis. She frantically rode him as he kept fucking up into her. Her voice went up higher in pitch the closer she came to exploding. “Look at you! Gettin’ off to daddy teasing your ass and fucking you raw. I’m gonna have to pull out.”

She gasped and held him tighter, nearly sobbing, “No! D-Don’t pull out, daddy! Stay i-inside! Want…huh…it inside!”

Ben smirked at the sound she made when he ground the tip of his dick into her cervix. He fucked her like a beast, primal need driving him to claim her in the most feral ways possible. And, she was going to let him for as long as he pleased. Her orgasm hit them both like a truck. She dug her nails into his chest, screaming and whimpering as she squirted all over his lap. The wet sounds filling the room were fucking obscene. It sounded like a dog drinking water as he kept ramming into her.

“Oh fuck, you can’t stop,” he laughed, “You can’t stop cummin’, can ya? This pussy won’t stop squirtin’!”

She let out little panting whines as her body jerked and convulsed. A scream of ecstasy came from her mouth when Ben hooked the tip of his finger into her asshole and slammed her on his cock. Both nearly blacked out as he came deep inside her with a loud roar that bled into a moan. The way her walls constricted and tried to push him out made him pump harder, deeper, forcing her sensitive body to spasm around his cock.

The two rode their highs, gently rutting against one another. Sweat clung to her skin while only a light sheen dusted the his. It would take a couple of rounds before the supe truly broke out in a sweat. Ben whispered sweet things in her ear as she floated down to earth.

“You did good, baby. Daddy’s so proud of ya,” he cooed into her ear, hands moving soothingly over her skin, “Best Christmas present I could’a asked for.”

She only hummed as she littered his chest and neck with kisses. Neither moved from their position, staying as close as possible. She stayed pressed against the expanse of his chest as he leaned over and took a joint from the night stand. The lighter flicked to life and the smell of weed filled the air. Her mind was still foggy and lightheaded, snuggled up in a syrupy sweet state. If he pulled out right now, she’d throw a desperate and pitiful tantrum, but he had no intention of leaving her insides any time soon.

Ben heard her heart rate slow and breathing begin to equalize. Her mouth nuzzled against his jaw playfully as her hands wondered over his muscles, “I have a present for you, daddy.”

“Another one? The only present I want is to do THIS until one of us passes out,” he smirked.

“We do that all the time,” she giggled, “Grab the black folder from the drawer.”

Holding the joint between his lips, he once again reached to the small table. He opened the drawer to find black folder with his Supe name printed on the cover in silver letters. Ben settled back onto the bed and opened the gift to reveal a spectacular sight. Picture after picture of her in the most revealing, jaw-dropping lingerie, while posed in the most ball-achingly, sinfully delicious positions.

“Holy shit! When did you do this?” he asked looking down at her.

Her giggle turned into a whimper as she felt him begin to throb and harden inside her, “Playboy asked to do a shoot with me a few weeks ago. I asked Hugh if I could borrow the set up for something special for America’s Hero.”

The more he kept flipping through the glossy pictures, the stiffer he became inside her. She weakly pushed herself up to sit up and on his dick. By the time he tossed the folder on the bed, she was rolling her hips and frantically fucking herself on him like a bitch in heat. “You read my fuckin’ mind, doll,” he moaned as she took his large hands and placed them on her tits.

“One…one more…present,” she panted, hands encouraging his to be rougher with her chest.

He couldn’t tear his eyes from where his dick disappeared inside her, “Thought I was supposed to spoil you? What else did ya get me?”

Her eyes had been pinched closed, but she pried them open to look at him. She bit her lip before finally letting it slip, “I want you to f-fuck me at H-Herogasm. In front of everyone, daddy!”

Ben almost came again, “Goddamnit, seriously?!? Are you for real?”

She nodded frantically as she kept bouncing, “Only you. N-No one else!”

His head thumped against the headboard as he groaned in deep satisfaction, fingers pinching her nipples, “Just me, honey, you got it! Christ on a cross! I think I’m in love!”

She let out a breathy giggle, eyes rolling into the back of her head, “M-Merry Christmas, daddy.”

“Merry fuckin’ Christmas, baby,” he moaned.

//

Have a very Nonsense Christmas🎄💋

[ravencoloredroses]

Jealousy

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Reader is tired of pinning after Az when he’s fallen for 3 different girls and none of them are her.

Warnings: Swearing, sexual talk

Word Count: 1,658

A/N: This one is based on this ask! Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think!!

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I’ve known the Inner Circle of the Night Court for centuries, some think of me as an honorary member. Mor and I grew up together, I’ve known her my whole life. When she finally invited me to Velaris, I met him. Azriel, a.k.a the spymaster, and Mother, was he perfect. The only problem was he was hopelessly in love with my best friend.

As the years went on I fell hopelessly in love with him. I would cherish every moment we spent together. I thought he was starting to get over Mor, and that maybe he could be interested in me. But then the Archeron sisters showed up.

Watching Rhys and Cassian fall for their mates was amazing to watch. Feyre and Nesta were perfect matches for them. I could tell Elain liked Az, I mean who wouldn’t. What was hard was watching him fall for her.

Everyday was torture. I knew Az would never like me the way I like him, but it was still hard.

Now with Mor and Elain out of the picture, Gwyn has waltzed in. The problem with that was that she is so damn nice, I can’t hate her no matter how hard I try. She would be perfect for him and it’s obvious she thinks so too.

As we sit down for family dinner, I leave a seat open next to me for Az to sit. Of course he doesn’t, he chooses to sit next to Gwyn who gives him googly eyes every time he walks by.

Mor ends up sitting next to me and gives me a sad smile. I told her years ago about my feelings for Azriel. She tried to convince me to confess to him, but I didn’t want to ruin what friendship we had left.

Az and I used to train with each other every morning. After the war, I thought that would continue, but now he trains with Gwyn. He hardly talks to me anymore, barely looks at me.

I try my best to concentrate on eating, but I hear giggles coming from Gwyn. And if that wasn’t bad enough, Az giggles back. He actually giggles at her.

I stab my fork into my steak a little too hard, causing the whole table to look up at me, including him.

“Y/N? Is everything alright?” Rhys asks me.

I clear my throat and look down at my plate. “Yeah, everything’s wonderful.” I spit out. Now I remember I’m not hungry, so I stand up and head up to my room.

When I walk past Azriel, I see him trying to get my attention but I keep on walking.

Laying down on my bed, I hear a soft knock on my door.

“Y/N? Can I come in?” Mor asks quietly. When I don’t respond she slowly opens the door. “Wanna go out to Rita’s?”

“What?” I ask, dumbfounded. “How is Rita's your solution to everything?”

She laughs as she sits down next to me. “Because it works. Now come on Missy. Let’s go find you a one night stand.”

I look up at her with wide eyes. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

“You heard me!” She pulls me up and walks me over to my closet. “You need to clear your mind for a night. Let loose. Oh! This dress is perfect!” She turns to me holding up a skimpy black dress.

“Mor…. I can’t wear that.”

“Sure you can! You just have to unzip the back, then step into it, put your arms through the holes and then boom! You’re wearing it!” She laughs and hands me the dress. “I’ll leave you to change. Meet me in my room so I can do your makeup!” She yells over her shoulder before shutting the door. Great looks like I’m going to Rita’s.

When I look at myself in Mor’s mirror, I almost can’t recognize myself. “Woah. I look….”

“I believe the word you are looking for is hot. You look hot!” Mor did my makeup perfectly, nothing too crazy, just enough to bring out my features. The dress she picked out is a perfect fit. It hugs all my curves beautifully and shows just the right amount of cleavage. It also has an open back and ends just above my knees.

“Alright!! Let’s go have some fun!” Mor grabs ahold of my hand before winnowing us over to Rita’s.

It’s not as packed as I thought it was going to be, but it’s still really busy. “What about that guy over there?” Mor yells over the loud music. She’s been pointing out potential hookups since we got here. This one she’s pointing to is already looking over at us. “OMG he’s coming over to you! Act cool.”

“Hello ladies. You look like you could use a dancing partner.” The male says to me, holding his hand out. I look over to Mor and see that she’s already gone, of course she is..

I turn back to my new dance partner and grab onto his hand as he pulls me to the dance floor. I’m trying not to focus on how low his hand is as we sway to the music.

“What’s your name?” He asks as a slower song starts to play.

“Y/N. What’s yours?”

“Nikolas.” He responds, I place my hands around his neck as we lean into each other a bit more. “Well Y/N, how about we get out of here, head back to my place?”

“I’d like that.” I look up and give him a smile. He takes one of my hands and leads me towards the door, and I look around to find Mor. I finally find her by the bar and she gives me a wink before turning back to her drink.

As we step outside, I shiver a little bit because of the cold. Nikolas takes off his jacket and places it around my shoulders, leaving his hand there as well. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?” He asks.

I look up at him and he leans down and kisses me. For a second I just stand there, but then I kiss him back and wrap my arms around his neck. I begin playing with his hair as he lifts me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist.

“Nikolas,” I say when we break for a breath. “I’m on a tonic.”

“Me too.” He replies. We go back to kissing and then I feel a gust of wind behind me. Nikolas lets go of my legs and I drop to the ground.

“What the fuck?” I hear Nikolas yell at someone. I look up and see Azriel pushing Nikolas up against a wall. Shadows are wrapped too tight around his neck. I can see his face turning purple.

“You do not touch her, do not look at her, do not even think about her. Got it?” Az grits his teeth. “She is mine. And if I ever see you near her again, I will gut you out and wrap your intestines around a flagpole.” Az finishes as he pushes Nikolas down on the ground. He gets up quickly and runs away.

“Az, what the fuck?” I yell out. He turns to face me and I can see that he is still fuming. “What the hell do you mean I’m yours?” I ask when I finally comprehend what he just said.

His eyes soften as he starts to walk closer. “I- I love you Y/N. I have for a while.” He whispers.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” I ask, taking a step back. “You- you love me? But- But what about Gwyn?”

“What about Gwyn?” He counters. “It’s you that I want, it’s always been you.” He closes the distance between us and moves a piece of my hair behind my ear. “Cassian told me everything.”

“Cassian? But….. Mor must have told him.” I look down in embarrassment. He lifts my head up with a finger under my chin.

“I’m sorry I’ve been too stupid to notice. I thought that since you are best friends with Mor, that you wouldn’t like me for pinning after her.” He confesses. “I wanted to tell you how I felt before the war, but then everything happened and the timing was never right.”

“So you’re not dating Gwyn?”

“No! I never dated Gwyn. She’s a nice female, but she’s just a friend.”

“And Elain?”

He sighs. “I thought I liked Elain, but I figured out I just liked the fact that she liked me. I like you Y/N, I choose you. If you’ll have me.” He cups my cheek.

“Azriel, of course I’ll have you. I’ve loved you since the day I met you.” He wipes away one of my tears.

“Why are you crying then?”

“Because,” I sniffle. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“It’s happening.” He leans in closer. “Y/N? Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

His lips feel even better than I’ve ever imagined they would. It’s like we were molded for each other. The kiss is saying everything we can’t with words. I feel his love for me and I can tell he feels mine back.

When we break away for air, he leans his forehead on mine. I jump when someone behind us suddenly starts clapping. Az holds me close as we look over to our audience.

“That was the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen in my entire existence.” Cassian fake cries. “And to think, it’s all because of me!”

Rhys grabs a box of tissues out of thin air and hands it over to Cas. “Here brother, you look like you need these.” He laughs. Cassian takes one from the box and loudly blows his nose. I laugh and look back up to Az. He looks down at me, also laughing.

“Well, my love, would you like to go home?”

“Yes, please.”

[harringtonhurst]

best kept secret / steve harrington

you and steve decide to keep your relationship a secret from the rest for a bit, and though it’s hard for you two to keep your hands off each other, the secret rendezvous makes up for it.

pairing steve harrington x fem!reader

thank you so much for the love shown for best kept secret! part two here! <3

To mark, it’s been exactly eight days since you were kissed for the first time. It has been five days since he asked to be yours. It has been five days since your boyfriend was unbelievably Steve Harrington.

In your mind its still played as fictive folktale rather than it was what you yourself lived through. But it was all too real. How soft his lips were, just how incredibly nervous he was as he slipped his fingers with yours the very first time. How he went from King Steve you’d roll your eyes to as he passed the halls, to Robin’s coworker at Scoop’s Ahoy you’d occasionally share stupid quips with for chocolate chip, to fighting monsters together, and now he laying on your lap playing with your fingers as you watched Breakfast Club in your living room at one in the morning.

“Steve?”

“Hm?”

He turned away from the screen. You cleared your throat, unsure of what he’d think of what you were about to ask. “Do you think we should tell everyone about, you know, us?” His lips pursed, eyebrows raising. “Well, what do you wanna do? Cause I’d love to show you off to everybody.” You couldn’t help but laugh, still not used to those remarks from him. You heaved a sigh. “Do you think we could keep this a secret for a bit, until I’m ready? I just, I don’t wanna make a huge fuss, not yet anyway? I’m sorry.” You blurted out. He adjusted his position, sitting up. “Don’t be sorry, of course, hey, whenever you want to, we will. And if that’s never, I’ve got no problem having you be my little secret.” He spoke gently, a soft smile written on his lips, and soon a similiar one carved on yours.

“For what it’s worth, I’d love to show off how I got King Steve all to myself, sorry ladies.” He laughed, kissing your lips. His head tilted, “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that. Can’t believe I have to resist for a whole day tomorrow. It’s gonna be the worst day of my life.” He groaned, dramatically laying down. You chuckled, “Well you’ve got me all night, but fine, waste it away sleepi—“ He tackles you as you laughed, embracing you as tightly as he could before he couldn’t tomorrow, well, not publicly anyway.

/

Ever since the Byers adopted El and moved away, Dustin’s made it his mission to make it movie night every week as an attempt to keep everyone stay close, feeling too many has left already. This week, it was your turn to host. Just as you set down the giant bowl of chips on the table you were sure would be finished in seconds, you hear a knock on your door.

“I come bearing snacks, children, Nancy and one dingus.” Robin waved a bag of family sized popcorn. Everyone swarmed in your house, Steve being the last to enter. “Hey,” He whispered with a smile, ���Hi,” You say, as he briefly interlocked his pinkie with yours before joining the others. You smiled, shutting the door. “Alright, what should we watch? How about some horror?” You took a seat on the floor next to Robin, Steve sitting not far beside you on the couch. “You wanna sit here?” Steve tapped your shoulder, you looked to him, before you could respond Robin interlocked her arm with yours, “No, I might need her for support if we end up watching horror.” You laughed, looking to him and mouthing ‘No, I’m fine.’

After much debating between The Shining and The Evil Dead, as well as Robin plainly not wanting to watch anything remotely scary, eventually it was five minutes in Nightmare on Elm Street and Robin was already hiding in your shoulder. Cut to much wretched screams from both the movie and everybody, much so that you’re sure one or two of your neighbors would come knocking and telling you to keep it down. “I’m so not gonna sleep tonight.” Robin whined. As you tried to get up, she stops you.

“Where you going I need you!” She pulled your arm. “You won’t be needing me if I’m peeing my pants, will you? You’ll be fine, hold onto Max.” You ruffled her hair as her grip loosened, turning to Max. You walk to the bathroom, lightly tapping on his shoulder behind the couch Steve before doing so. He fidgeted, waiting a few as to not raise suspicion, but Nancy and Dustin noticed anyway. “What’s with you Steve? Movie too scary?” Dustin lightly elbowed him. “Psh, no, I just had one too many sodas, be right back.” He leaped from the sofa and ran to the bathroom.

He reached the bathroom door half opened, not noticing where you are. “Hey, where are yo—“ You pulled him in by his arm and locked the door. “Hi.” You laugh silently, he shook his head with a smile. “Sneaky, aren’t you?” His eyes widened as you lightly pushed him against the door. “Sorry, just wanted to do this.” You placed a loose grip on his shirt collar, pressing your lips against his. Always was his kiss gentle and kind. Soon his lips seperated yours, a clear amusement and likeness on his face.

“I wouldn’t mind more of this.”

[gojosatoruhumper]

Kinktober day 6

Gojo Satoru x reader | Sadism

Promt: You were a new teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu high, but meet your old rival from high school - Satoru Gojo himself.

Warnings: choking, sadism, edging kind of, crying, dacryphylia, slaping, violence, NSFW

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

You were a new teacher at Jujutsu high, everyone liked you, the students and teachers were nice. Well except for the asshole Gojo Satoru.

You and him were enemies from the start. In high school he would always tease you, make fun of you and stuff like that. At first it was just silly impractical jokes until it got serious. You would always be arguing with each other over nothing. It got so bad that at one point you just had to move schools. Being the proud asshole he never once thought of saying sorry or anything, he was just happy you were out of his presence.

You had an important mission today, getting your weapon ready, which was your lucky bow and arrow. It was truly important to you, your dad had made it for you, engraving your and his names on the side of it. Your dad was a good sorcerer, always helping people as he could until an unidentified cursed spirit ended him.

You loved your father so much and that bow was the only thing left from him, you cherished it a lot. As you were leaving Jujutsu high, you felt a sudden change of aura, already sensing whose aura it is you felt your eyebrows twisting together.

“Can I help you?” You asked, not even looking up at him. “I’m afraid no, but we are going on this mission together” he said unbothered, hands in his pockets. You suddenly stopped “Huh? No way, I can handle myself” you reply, finally looking up at him. He had his stupid smile with his pearly whites glued to his face. “Yeah yeah sure princess” he said, continuing to walk in-front of you, whistling to himself.

‘When did he get so hot?’ you thought to yourself, watching him walk with this snow white hair over his face, he was feeling fancy today, ditching his blindfold for a pair of sunglasses, uniform tidy.

“Stop staring Y/n” he said turning back to you, with a smirk. “Why would i be staring at someone like you” you say acting disgusted, when in reality you really were staring at him.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

The mission was going good so far, until the spirit took your bow out your hands and pushing you to the ground. Satoru was unbothered, even yawning. “Hey asshole” you yell, getting his attention “thought you can handle yourself, huh?” he said, knocking the cursed spirit over, killing it instantly, letting the bow fall to the ground, breaking it.

You witnessed it all in slow motion, gasping instantly. You quickly got up pushing Satoru by the shoulders. Hot tears were swelling up in your eyes. “Why did you have to do that?” you screamed at him, pushing him.

“Do what?” he asked rudely, but also confused. “My bow, it’s your fault” you became angry. He laughed. “Don’t worry princess i’ll get you a new one” he calmly said, closing his eyes smiling. That didn’t last long, a harsh slap meeting his face.

He opened his eyes again, glasses falling lower on his nose, exposing them. “You sure you wanna do that, princess?” he asked, just above a whisper. His long slender hand wrapped around your throat, choking you.

He felt himself getting aroused, seeing you in this vulnerable state, in his hands, tears running down your cheeks. He couldn’t lie to himself, he always thought you were hot. Always walking around with your mini skirts in high school, shirts buttoned up a little too low.

“Maybe i’ll say sorry in a different way” he said smirking, turning your head up to face him and connecting your lips together. He started choking you harder, causing you to moan.

It was started to get really hard to breathe, new tears forming in your eyes. You couldn’t help yourself but moan once again. “Hm? you enjoying this?” he asked, loosening his grip on your throat, bot quite releasing it yet.

You were getting weirdly aroused by all this, feel like you’re completely in Satoru’s hands. You stayed silent, not knowing what to reply until a slap landed on your now. “Answer princess” he smirked once again but all you could reply with was a simple nod.

Another slap landed, this time harsher. “I said answer, is that clear?” he asked once again, grip tightening. “Y-yes Satoru”

Another slap. “That’s Mr. Gojo for you” he said, even tho he was only a year older than you. “Yes, Mr. Gojo” you said, moaning.

He quickly pressed you against a wall, legs wrapped around your waist, hands now on your thighs, gripping hard. “Gojo it hurts” you cried, his nails digging into your flesh. “Bet you like it” he whispered, lips now harshly on your neck, leaving dark bruises.

Satorus bulge was rubbing against your clothed pussy, him intentionally pressing it harder. More tears rolled down your cheeks, them mixing with the mascara you wore, tightly gripping Satorus biceps for support.

“S-satoru” you gasped, choking on your own tears by now. “Hm?” he purred in your ear, tickling you. “What do you want?” he asked.

“Your dick” you answered, hands wrapping around his neck. “Yeah?” he raised an eyebrow and in a second your uniform pants and panties were ripped off and thrown on the ground, while Satoru continued teasing you with his bulge.

His hand slid over to your now bare ass, gripping till his knuckles turned white. Your head was now resting on his shoulders, staining his blue uniform with tears.

With no warning Gojo pushed his cock into your pussy, stretching you out instantly. “Gojo!” you screamed, pain washing over you. He started thrusting, skin slapping could be heard 3 blocks down. Good thing you were in an abandoned alley.

As tears kept streaming down he was getting closer to his climax. He usually lasted pretty long, but with you and your pretty face made that hard. His head fell over his shoulders, mouth agape. “Princess you feel so good” he moaned, picking up his pace.

You felt like you were getting ripped open by him, your long nails clinging into his neck. You could feel his cock twitching in you, hitting a new spot making you once again moan loudly.

He finally came, hot strings of cum shooting inside of you, making your toes curl. As you were about to reach your orgasm he suddenly pulled out. “Huh?” you quickly got mad.

“That’s what you get for slapping me princess” he walked away fixing himself up. You pulled your bottoms up quickly, picking up a rock throwing it at his head, his limitless technique dodging it.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Next day morning you heard a knock on your dorm room, as you opened the door half asleep, hair messy you saw your bow intact, flowing with more cursed energy with a little note beside it.

“Hope I made it good as new Princess. And I hope you behave better next time ♡ -S.G.”

[ethicalvinyls]

rainy argument with ellie

thick reader x ellie williams

a one shot where you and ellie have an argument over you defending yourself and ellie comes back sopping wet from the rain.

a/n: this is shitty. i’m like half awake and i had this idea while driving home in the rain. but here it is cause why not. i already wrote it.

warnings: cat-calling, harassment. violence (well deserved tho).

an argument had ensued between you and ellie before she went off on patrol. it was over something stupid—truly. it was evident that ellie was quite the jealous girlfriend. she hated the looks you’d get as you passed by the group of immature teenage boys that lingered by the horse stalls. you were quite… thicker than most girls in jackson. you didn’t know your mom, as she had died as soon as you were born, but you did thank her along with whoever your dad was for the curves you had. but with great beauty came great consequences.

the teenage boys that ellie hated enjoyed the sight of your body. especially in the pair of pants you and ellie found at an abandoned mall. it was hard to find pants that fit you, especially because of your thighs and ass. some might fit your thighs, maybe your ass, but the fabric around your waist always tended to flare out. but when you found that one pair of jeans while on patrol: no one could stop staring. some stares were flattering while others were pervy. and those were from the immature men in jackson.

ellie hated them so much that she’d straighten herself out whilst around them and throw daggers with her eyes; she’d yell out a, "What are you looking at?" followed by a, "You better not be looking at her ass or your ass will be the one knocked the fuck out!"

you tried telling her to stop it. looks your way would never end, unless you lost everything as soon as you turned 60 or something. you’d be this voluptuous girl guys (and potentially some girls) would, maybe, wet dream about. at least that’s what your girlfriend told you.

and to that, you’d say, "I don’t wanna think about it. Plus, I don’t care what people say or think about me. Let them think. And stare. Because at the end of the day, I’m with you. Not them."

she didn’t care about this. and her bantering continued until this morning, when one of the guys, Jack, whistled your way and asked if you were free after you returned from patrol.

yes, it was wrong, and yes, it made you uncomfortable, but you were going to tell him off. not as violently as ellie did, but you were going to defend yourself. but ellie took it into her own hands and knocked his lights out.

and so you pulled her away, shoved her towards her initial destination, and laughed in her face.

ellie raised her angry eyebrows, confused on why you were laughing. "what the fuck?" she asked. "why are you laughing? he was fucking cat calling you, YN!"

"yeah!" you exclaimed, "i know. and i was going to tell him something. but you decided to butt in and defend me when i can defend myself. i thought i told you to stop going around and knocking people out over me."

"you act like it’s no biggie that guys are harassing you," she continued.

maybe she was being serious… she was, you couldn’t lie, but you were trying to make a point. you loved that she defended you, but you needed to stand up for yourself. you needed to make it known that ellie wasn’t the only person they had to fear—it was you, too! you were capable of knocking people out, giving black eyes; you were no one to mess with. and you were a woman who doesn’t enjoy being cat-called, just like most other women. and if they were going to do so, you would give them a reason to think twice.

"i’m not acting like that. i just want you to think next time before you knock people out over me. i’m a big girl! i can stand up for myself. i can knock people out, too. i can cuss people out like a goddamn sailor."

ellie genuinely looked confused. she was a good person, yes, but she was always trying to save you. goddamn her and her savior complex.

she shrugged and threw her hands up—bloody fists and stiff fingers. "fine. sure. i’ll stay back. i just want to be there for you."

you nodded. "just fuck off, el. i’ll talk to you tomorrow."

you didn’t mean to sound like a bitch, but you needed the day to think this argument through. what ellie was doing was sincere, but you also wanted to prove your point that you weren’t a damsel in distress. then again, ellie was being her protective self. she loved being your knight. so why was it that you were interfering with what made her feel safe, too?

you weren’t entirely angry, but you were annoyed. so you gave yourself the day to sit around with the children of jackson and talk your issues through with them as simply as you could. they probably didn’t understand most of what you said, but they tried to help. and that’s what mattered. you were calm and you understood how to talk your matters through with ellie.

however, your peace was slowly taken away from you as the day faded into night and ellie had yet to return from patrol. it had begun raining at around 4, and had yet to stop. you wondered if maybe she found some place and decided to sleep through the storm, but you knew she wouldn’t do that—she always raced home when it rained, she enjoyed sleeping in her own bed as it thundered outside her window.

you had them hopped onto the next possibility, which was that she was probably already home. so you walked over to her house two doors down and knocked. you knocked until joel opened to door, to which he said, "she’s not here, kiddo. not yet. don’t worry, she might be taking shelter."

you shook your head and returned home. it had been eight o’clock now and you had spiraled. you couldn’t keep still in your bed, or your couch, or at the dinner table. you walked about and picked at whatever skin you could peel until your thumbs were red and sore and your fingernails were chomped down.

you began heaving when you heard a knock at the door. you raced to it and without checking the peephole, you threw it open. the door smashed against the table beside you, knocking over a vase and breaking it open. that didn’t matter to you, though, because your heart slowly calmed at the sight of ellie standing on your porch.

she was wet—so very wet, that droplets fell around her, creating a ring that grew as she stood there longer.

"oh my god!" you exclaimed when you got a better look at her. she was trembling. "you’re gonna be sick! come inside."

"i have to apologize," she said, her voice and body shaking.

you nodded. "yes, so come inside."

she shook her head. "i have to leave you alone for the night. i just wanted to say sorry for—"

you reached forward and grabbed her arm. you yanked her forward and said, "yes, i understand, but stop being so stubborn and come inside. you’re shaking!"

you pulled in her behind you and shut the door. you didn’t stop dragging her until you reached the bathroom, where you sat her down on the toilet seat and unzipped her drenching jacket.

"i was scared," you said in a low tone as you pulled her shirt up her body. "where were you?"

"i was stuck finding something in the mall. i was there for a while and i tried taking shelter when it started raining but i couldn’t wait there overnight."

you threw her sopping shirt on top of her jacket that laid in the tub. you caressed her freezing shoulders and sighed. "what were you looking for?"

she reached a hand into her jean pocket and retrieved a green ring. it was silver band with peridot gems glued centimeters apart from each other. it was beautiful.

she grabbed your hand and slid it onto your right ring finger. "it’s real. i found it in one of those jewelry shops in the mall. i had passed by it a couple times before and i wanted to know if there was anything left behind. i searched and searched and then… this came up. in your ring size. it was the universe giving me a perfect gift to accommodate my apology."

you smiled softly. you looked down at it and then back at ellie. you lowered your head down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

"i thank you for what you do for me," you said. "i just… sometimes all i want is to defend myself. people have been standing up for me for longer than i can remember and it’s gotten to the point where i’m not considered a threat. some don’t want that, but i do. i don’t want people to fuck with me."

ellie nodded. "i’m sorry. i should allow you to do that. i just like being there for you. i want you to know that i’ll always protect you."

"and i do know that," you answered. "and i love you for it. i really do, el. i just want people to know that i’m unfuck-with-able."

"and you are," ellie replied.

you smiled and dropped your lips back onto hers. you traced your fingers down her abdomen and began unbuttoning her jeans. you dragged them off her legs and grabbed the pile of clothes in the tub. you started the shower because ellie was freezing and most certainly to warm up.

you pulled her up and slapped her ass. "c’mon. get in there! you feel like death."

she flinched and rolled her eyes but hopped in anyway. she reached out a hand and shined her puppy-dog eyes. "come in with me? please. i need you to warm me up too."

it was your turn to roll your eyes. but you hopped in anyway. because you loved your knight in shining armor.

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

high infidelity | one

Do you really wanna know where I was April 29th? Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes? April 29th 2022 (a/n yes I know some of these dates don’t actually add up, it’s just for story purposes!) Elliots POV Nursing really wasn’t for the faint of heart, which makes me wonder why I do it. Part of me knows it’s cause I’m a pathological people pleaser and like all the pats on the back I get. On the other hand I did land myself a great position in the NICU and helping babies get healthy and go home was such a rewarding feeling. I worked twelve hour night shifts but they went by pretty fast. It was about 6:45am and I was wrapping up some charting as my phone buzzed beside me. It was my best friend Danielle. “Hey boo! Don’t forget we got tickets for Bad Omens tonight!”

Shit, I totally forgot. I sighed deeply, catching stares from some of the parents visiting their babies. I hated texting Tyler about anything because he acted like everything was fine but sadly, I had to play the part too.   “Hey I totally spaced and forgot I’m going to a concert with Danielle tonight. My dad is going come over to help with Liam’s dinner and bedtime until you get home.” “Okay :) See you when you get home!” I rolled my eyes so hard they almost got stuck. My shift was over so I handed off report to the nurses coming on shift and headed towards my car. I lifted my mask off as the fresh air hit my face, waking me up a little bit. I took my phone out of my scrub pocket and texted Danielle back. “I can’t wait…I need a girls night.” “Come to the venue at 5 so we can have some drinks and sneak front row.” Danielle worked at the venue where Bad Omens would be playing, which worked in our favour. She always got us free tickets to every event and snuck us in early to get a good spot.  I discovered Bad Omens around the same time I met Tyler. I heard Careful What You Wish For on the radio and I was hooked. During the pandemic, I found myself watching all of Noah’s twitch streams every single day. It was his way of staying connected to the fans and to fill the void of uncertainty of this virus. Something about his voice was so soothing, seriously, he could do audiobooks or podcasts if this singing thing doesn’t work out. When I got home, Tyler was on his phone typing away, probably to whatever her name was. Marissa? Miranda? I don’t know or fucking care enough to remember. He got up from the table and tried to kiss me but I turned my head and lied about having a cold sore forming. He went to make me coffee and I suddenly felt nauseous. Every time he tried to do something nice for me my blood would boil. He wasn’t doing this because he loved me, he did it to keep his image. I took the coffee from him and turned away from his sad attempt to kiss me again. “You never want any affection from me anymore, what is going on?” Oh if only you knew. “Tyler, I spend all fucking night with babies on me and being overstimulated by people. I just want an hour where I’m not touched or talked to.” “Right.” “Sorry.” I lied, rolling my eyes. I started to walk towards the stairs so I could go up and shower but he stopped me dead in my tracks. “You know tonight will be the third time you’ve gone out with your friends this month.” He shot me at me. That was the one thing I fucking loathed about him. He was really, really good at being a dick about absolutely anything. I never bothered replying to him, I just headed to my master bathroom and turned on the shower. The water felt so good as I washed off last nights shift, which was a mixture of formula and spit up. After my shower I took my coffee into my bedroom and settled on a rerun of Friends while I waited for Liam to wake up. I heard Tyler leave and I felt like I could breathe properly. 

A few hours later there was a knock on the door. Liam and I were having a nap on the couch after we had lunch. It started to rain earlier so it ruined our plans to go to the park, instead we settled on Disney movies and snuggles. His nap time was the only time I got to sleep during the day unfortunately unless he was at daycare. I slipped out of his grip to go answer the door, it was my Dad. He greeted me with a hug and we walked into the kitchen. I threw on some coffee for us as a yawn escaped my mouth. “Thanks again for staying here until Tyler gets home.” “Anything for you pumpkin.” He replies as he grabs the creamer out of the fridge for us. “Is everything okay? You seem a little down lately.” “Uh…yeah there is something.” I said before taking a deep breath. “Tyler’s been having an affair. I haven’t told him I know, I’ve been getting everything in order with my lawyer before I serve him the papers.” “When did you find out?” “A month ago.” I laughed. I don’t know why I was laughing, but somedays this situation felt comical to me. “I’ve only told Danielle because her mom is a lawyer.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” “I was afraid you would’ve shown up here with a shot gun.” I chuckled before taking a sip of my coffee. He half smiled but I could tell he was really upset. “Dad I’m fine. I’m going to figure this out.” “I know. Just talk to me sooner next time okay? Now that your mom is gone you and Liam are all I have.” “I miss her so much.” I said as I felt that all too familiar lump in my throat anytime I thought about my mom. We sadly lost her to Covid after she came home from a girls trip in Mexico, right around the time the pandemic hit so we didn’t know the severity of it. It hit her so fast, causing her to go into cardiac arrest and passing hours later. I had days where guilt hit me hard since she was admitted to the hospital I worked at. I wasn’t allowed to care for her cause looking after family is considered a conflict of interest. It’s been so difficult without her, but it has made my bond with my Dad a lot stronger. We talked and finished our coffees before Liam ran into the kitchen after his nap. He was only fifteen months old and could already outrun us all. I picked him up and showered him with kisses before I headed upstairs to get ready for tonight. I opened a raspberry White Claw as I put Taylor Swift’s Reputation album on shuffle, it was my favourite album by her and it was my go to while I got ready. I settled on a pair of faux leather leggings, a low-cut bodysuit to show off my sternum tattoo, and black Doc Martens. I was still learning to love my postpartum body but I had to admit, the new hourglass shape I had was starting to grow on me. 

My phone buzzed that my Uber was outside and it caused my heart to flutter. Something about the idea of finally seeing these boys in real life was making me nervous, and I had no idea why. I never put them on a pedestal or thought they were gods but it’s gonna be surreal after only seeing them behind a screen. I said goodbye to my dad and Liam before heading out the door. I was so happy it was almost May, the weather was mild enough that I didn’t need a jacket anymore. “There she is!” I smiled as I walked up to Danielle who was with our other two friends, Amy and Taylor. They complimented my look and it gave me the confidence boost I desperately needed. Danielle walked up to the bar when we got in and got us a round of double gin and tonics which was just what I needed. My nerves were getting the best of me and I really needed to loosen up a little bit. After a few more drinks we headed to the barricade and waited for the concert to start. 

“So El, are you excited to see Noah?” I furrowed my brow and looked at Taylor, “Uhh…I’m excited to see the whole band.” “Obviously, but you’re obsessed with Noah. You’ve been practically drooling over him since he was streaming.” “I have not.” At this point I was blushing so hard and I couldn’t blame it on the drinks we had. I mean, she wasn’t wrong. His long hair would make me fold every time I saw him and don’t get me started on the buns he used to do where strands of his hair would perfectly fall around his face…or when he used claw clips or… Make them Suffer came onto the stage and interrupted my thoughts that were going south. The girls and I thrashed around to their setlist and right after that A Thousand Below came on followed by Dayseeker. I cried a little bit during Without me then went back to dancing and even caught a guitar pick. I was feeling better than I have in months, I felt so carefree, happy and not thinking about what my home life was like. I wish I could feel like this every night.

The lights went dark and I froze. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears as Folio walked towards his drum set and started to play to the beat of Concrete Jungle. I had tried my best to stay off TikTok to avoid spoilers but I knew Noah came out next before the rest of the band. Before I could process what was going on, he was right in front of me. He stood there all dressed in black, his leathered hand wrapped about the mic stand and he started to sing. Holy fuck. I couldn’t take my eyes off him throughout the entire show. He was captivating as he had the crowd in the palm of his hands. His voice sounded better than I could’ve imagined, he had the voice of an angel and the screams of a demon. I don’t know if I was being delusional, but I’m sure we made eye contact a few times. He sat down at the edge of the stage and serenaded the crowd with who are you? and he was right in front of us. He was so close I could see clusters of freckles on his shoulders peeking through his tattoos. When our eyes connected again I waved at him to embarrass him and it totally worked cause he fumbled his next line. He got up and walked towards the other side of the stage, not before turning back around to look at me again…he was completely flustered. “What was that?” Danielle screamed at me as the girls just stood there in disbelief. I just shrugged at them before putting my attention back on the band. The show came to an end, not before Noah and I stole more glances at each other. I tried to gain my composure, but I couldn’t. I cannot believe I just flirted with Noah Sebastian. Also the show? Fucking best concert I’ve ever been to, so good that my throat was hoarse and I’m pretty sure my toes were bleeding. “Hey guys before we go, I just need to go to my office to grab my purse. I can’t stress this enough though, no looking for the band okay?” As much as I wanted to find Noah, we nodded our heads in agreement before heading back there. I was not about to get my best friend fired from her dream job cause I wanted to flirt with some boy in a band. I really needed to pee though after holding it for almost three hours so I went on a mission to find a bathroom. I circled for a few minutes before finding a women’s bathroom. As I walked in the toilet flushed and the stall door opened. It was Noah. He put his hands up in protest as he flushed pink, “I promise I’m not a woman.” I forced an awkward laugh as I looked him up and down. He already looked like he showered and changed. The scent of his cologne lingered over to me and I could feel my face burning. He walked over to the sink to wash his hands so I took the opportunity to admire his tall stature. He was wearing black skinny jeans with a grey Chief hoodie and white Nikes. He had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his tattoos were exposed. My face was getting hotter the longer I watched him…I felt like a victorian man seeing a women’s ankles for the first time.

Also…Chief? One of my favourite bands? What are doing to me Noah? “Nice hoodie.” Noah smiled at the ground before looking back up to me. His eyes were so dark you could hardly see his pupils. They were the kind of eyes you could get lost in…and I definitely was. “Sorry I’ll give you some privacy.” He said gesturing towards the bathroom stall. I smiled at him as he walked past me towards the door. Noah stopped as he opened the door to turn back to me, “oh by the way, thanks for making me fuck up tonight.” “I did no such thing!” I audibly gasped. Noah shut the door and walked back over to me, “you definitely did.” “I was testing a theory that you were eye fucking me through the whole show.” I said as I crossed my arms, trying to make myself look taller but I was failing miserably. “Well, how was my eye fucking?” He replied with a deeper tone to his voice. He crossed his arms as well and got closer to me, close enough that he towered over my 5 foot frame with no problem. I was completely lost for words on account that my bladder was about to burst. “I have to pee.” “Ok fine, I’ll go.” He said, looking down at me as he grinned like a devil, “this isn’t over.”

[memethebum]

Decided to write something super cheesy and kinda bordering on crack at the beginning for @soulxmakaweek Day 2: love language!!

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“Oh my Death look, it’s Soul Evans!” a girl screeched from behind them, causing the unnerving sound to be tripled by a few other girls in the crowd.

Maka had grown used to Soul’s fangirls by now, but that didn’t deter her from angling both their bodies towards the opposite direction of the crowd.

She could hear her fiancé chuckle at the action, probing her into letting out a small hum as they continued to stroll home from a Spartoi reunion.

However, their moment of peace was cut drastically short after something came flying towards the back of Soul’s head.

The Deathscythe let out a yelp in shock as Maka realized what had been caught within Soul’s hair.

“YOU DROPPED SOMETHING,” Maka shouted before plucking the bra out of Soul’s unruly bangs and launching it at a topless girl standing a few feet away from them.

The woman could only stand in shock as the undergarment went flying so fast that it knocked the girl unconscious once making contact with her face.

Fuck Maka thought before noticing that the other girls had been recording the whole thing.

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-Soul Evans Fiancé Brutally Takes Down Fangirl- Maka read from her phone screen before opening the comment section.

-I get being annoyed by a crazy fan, but throwing a bra so hard it knocks someone out is wild 😭- she then noticed.

-That fangirl kinda had it coming tho, especially since Soul is about to be a married man next week- another comment elaborated, causing Maka to let out a shaky breath at how tame the comments had been so far.

Unfortunately, that didn’t last too long as she continued to scroll downwards.

-She’s probably just trying to stay relevant 💀- Maka read to herself from the screen.

-Umm, that’s a whole red flag. Soul had better run 🚩🚩🚩- the woman then read a moment afterward before putting her phone down and trying to ignore the swell of tears that had been threatening to spill out ever since the whole fiasco had started.

“Hey, were you on Deathtok again?” Soul questioned with a meek smile, causing Maka to pout as he layered a face mask across her puffed cheeks.

He’d been pampering her even more than usual after the video had started to trend on social media.

That entailed a lot more fancy takeout, cuddling at random times of the day, foot massages, and even a few extra steps towards their weekly spa day.

“It’s a little hard to avoid things when I did mess up…a little,” Maka added while feeling Soul massage her shoulders in small circles.

“Ya’ don’t even bat an eye at those girls anymore, so it’s definitely not jealousy Maka. In fact, I’m glad you were there to help me deal with all that creepy shit,” he elaborated as she took in his razor-toothed grin.

Soul’s right…why should I keep beating myself up over some random people on the internet Maka thought before pressing a few buttons on her phone and tossing it towards a corner of the couch.

“You’re right. I’ll have to own up to all this stuff eventually, but I just want us both to relax for now,” Maka added as she began to stand and pulled him up as well.

“Sure, what do you wanna do?” her fiancé asked while raising a clay-mask covered eyebrow.

“Dance,” the woman replied as she tapped on her phone again and allowed the music to fill the room while they shifted into position.

She then watched Soul’s eyes widen at her mediocre piano performance of Elvis’ Falling In Love With You before looking down at her.

“It was supposed to be a wedding gift, but it sounds really bad so I was just going to delete it after-“

“But I can’t help..falling in love with you,” Soul sang before swaying them into a dance, causing Maka’s eyes to widen.

She’d (reluctantly) only heard the Deathscythe sing a handful of times for a performance or while doing small chores like folding laundry, which made the moment even more endearing since she didn’t have to request it out of him.

The pair then began to clumsily twirl around their living room while laughing at how Soul was attempting to match the lyrics with her performance.

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Take my hand

Take my whole life, too

For I can't help falling in love with you

“For I can’t help…falling in love with you,” they both finished before standing in a blissful silence. Soul then began to awkwardly rub his neck, causing Maka to giggle at his delayed sense of embarrassment.

The woman was able to chase his bashful expression away by guiding their lips together for a kiss.

“Shit, the masks,” her fiancé chuckled once they’d pulled away, probing Maka to clumsily fix the moist patches around his face as he surveyed her own face.

They then heard her phone begin to vibrate from the sofa, eliciting the woman into walking over and pinpointing a new message from Black*Star.

-Damage control was successful 🫡- she read before opening Twitter and gawking at a picture of Black*Star wearing nothing but a pair of boxers patterned with small yellow rubber ducks.

-Wearing this to my bro’s wedding next week- the caption read, earning a bewildered huff out of Maka as she noticed how the post had been able to gain 5k likes in just an hour.

“Guess we owe Star now,” she heard Soul exclaim behind her before leaning back and letting out an amused hum against his lips.

[storiesofstratos]

Chapter 1: An Average Day in Stratos City

Our heroes in their natural habitat...

October 13th, 2042

Fall was definitely ramping up. The temperature had dropped, and I could practically smell the pumpkin pie already, despite the fact that Thanksgiving was still about a month away. Dry leaves crunched under my feet as I made the same, long and boring trek to school. At least this time of year, people were starting to put up Halloween decorations, so I had something else to look at instead of just the same boring yards. A yawn escaped me as I tried to keep myself from falling asleep standing up. School started way too damn early. I almost contemplated going back home until I spotted Nico. Her naturally curly brown hair tied back, a mark of grease left on her cheek, no doubt from one of her projects at home.

I felt the smirk creeping onto my face as I approached her, casually grabbing her shoulders and watching her jump out of her skin. Well, that was my entertainment for the day.

“You jackass!” She yelled out, turning on a heel to hit me with her bookbag as I laughed, damn near knocking my glasses off my face. “You scared the shit outta me, dude,” She tried to pout, but that didn’t last long as soon enough she was laughing right along with me.

“Have you seen Daniel today? Doesn’t he usually walk with you?”

“Normally, yeah. Guess he got an early start to the day, because he didn’t answer when I knocked on the door. Elise didn’t even answer, so I’m guessing they were both gone by the time I showed up at his house.”

“Weird. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him up that early. Wonder what could have caused him to do that?” I slipped my phone out of my jacket pocket and the screen flickered to life. No new messages from Daniel.

“Who knows?” She sighed, putting her hands behind her head. “All I know is he’d better have his part of our science project done. I will kick his ass if he doesn’t have his slides done.”

“Well, as long as he shows up, I’m sure he’ll have them done. He wouldn’t risk his perfect grades like that, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. But I mean, I woke up at like, two in the morning last night and when I checked my phone, he was still online, playing that old video game.”

“He’s still playing that? I didn’t know someone could have so much fun with a thirty year old game. I could never dedicate so much time to a game that old.”

She erupted into laughter when I said that. “I guess he just appreciates the classics. I mean come on, the guy still plays those old retro games for crying out loud.”

“That’s because retro games are perfect, and will never go out of style.”

“Yeah,” She chuckled again, “Okay, whatever you say. Come on, let’s hurry up, we’re gonna be late to class at this rate!” Before I could respond, she was already taking off, making a mad dash for the school. Well, might as well follow her. Wouldn’t wanna get yelled at for being late, after all.

We managed to get into our first period class just in time. Taking the seat behind Nico, I almost immediately laid my head down on the desk, sighing. It was like this every day. Nothing ever changed, nothing interesting ever happened. Soon, the teacher started taking attendance, like he did every other day.

“Jackson Campbell?”

“Here,” I raised my hand lazily before putting it down and going back to my nap.

“Nicoletta Connors.”

“Here!” The girl I’d been walking with to school raised her hand excitedly, like she was trying hard to be seen over the other students.

More names were called, and I zoned out until I heard that familiar name.

“Daniel Rowe?”

A beat of silence.

“..Rowe.”

Another moment passed.

“Has anyone seen Mr. Rowe this morning?”

Another beat of silence passed, and the teacher was about to move on before the squeak of sneakers against the hallway floor as someone skidded to a stop. Everyone looked to see what the source of the noise was, including myself. Speak of the devil..

“Here!” Daniel yelled out as he stumbled into the classroom. “I’m here, I’m here. Sorry, I overslept, but I’m here!” He was panting heavily as he got to his seat. He definitely sprinted here. His disheveled clothes were clinging to his body, like he’d slept in them. His bright red hair was messy and unbrushed, and he had to use his hands to move it out of his emerald eyes.

I held out my hand, and he bumped his fist against it as he sat down. Never missed his chance.

“Gonna give up those late night gaming marathons?”

“Yeah, you wish.”

His laughter was contagious, but was cut early by the teacher clearing his throat.

“Nice of you to join us, Mr. Rowe.”

[sxtaep]

oblivious - m.yg

summary: do best friends normally have such lewd thoughts about each other?

pairing — yoongi x female reader

genre — smut, fluff

word count — 594

warnings — bestfriends!au, dom!yoongi, sub!oc, kinda fluffy and soft at the beginning, teasing, hickeys, dirty talk, grinding, clothes on clothes action (i think that’s what it’s called)

a/n: rewrote one of my VERY old drabbles from 2020..

You were currently on the couch, Yoongi’s arms draped over your body, as you straddled his lap and laid your head in his chest.

You could hear the pace of his heartbeat; calm and quiet, enough to make you zone out and fall into your own little world.

Your relationship with Yoongi was simple.

Best friends.

Nothing more, nothing less. 

But Yoongi yearned for more.

He wanted to take you on dates, take cute couple photos with you, buy you romantic gifts, go on a getaway with you, but he always thought that being with you was a long shot, so he never tried making a move on you.

What if the feelings weren’t mutual?

It would hurt his pride too much.

But do best friends straddle and cuddle each other like they do?

Unaware of his thoughts, you bury your face into the crook of his neck, smiling to yourself as you get a whiff of his natural scent; somewhat refreshing and calming.

Yoongi wraps his arms around you tighter, holding you as close as possible to him.

You trace your finger over the skin of his neck, causing him to shiver slightly and you to prop yourself up on your palms.

You look up at him and see him looking up at the ceiling, avoiding your gaze.

He was down bad.

“Yoongi, are you okay?”

He nods as he runs his hands over the silk fabric of your robe. “I’m fine, just... continue what you were doing.”

You cock an eyebrow and smirk, leaning in towards his neck, but this time, instead of using your finger, you use your lips.

You press your lips against his neck, softly kissing and sucking on the area, giving it small licks. You run the tip of your nose over his skin, moving down towards his collarbones and doing the exact same thing as before, making sure to leave a mark.

Yoongi’s hands move down to your hips, gripping them tightly and slowly moving them back and forth against his growing erection. He groans quietly as you let out a lewd moan, feeling his erection somehow slip past your robe and fit perfectly between your legs, rubbing against your soaking heat.

“Y— yoongi...” you moan breathlessly against his ear, your sounds driving him insane.

“Fuck Y/N, I’ve wanted you for so fucking long, you have no idea..” he groans, his hands moving south to knead the flesh of your ass.

Honestly, you weren’t surprised about his sudden confession, you always knew he fancied you, but you didn’t wanna act on it in case something went wrong.

“No, baby, I know..” you whisper.

Baby.

How could a single pet name have his chest tightening.

“Do you really?” Yoongi questions, making you pull away from him, giving him a questioning look.

“What do you mean?” you ask, tilting your head to the side.

“For months, I dreamt about pounding your tight little cunt,” he says, pushing his erection harder against you, making you whimper quietly. “Do you know how hard it is for me to control myself around you? For me to not force you onto your knees and suck my cock?”

His words had knocked the air out of your lungs as you stared at him  gobsmacked. 

If you knew how he felt sooner, you would’ve approached him first.

“N— no..”

“Exactly, because you’re so oblivious,” he tsks.

He pulls down the material of your robe off your shoulders, placing a small kiss against your soft skin

“Now that you know, why don’t you get to work?”

please do not repost my works onto any platforms.

[jade-parcels]

You shouldn’t stay…

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*stay and help your sweet puppy~*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Part 2/2 of my bloru sweet’n’spice collab event submission! @anantaru Fem!reader x Gorou, rutting, pussyjob, drooling, begging, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, biting

“Come on! Let me in!” You huff and knock on the door again, earning a frustrated groan from the other side. Gorou had woken up in a mood, he was flustered and frustrated the second his eyes opened. In a worried flurry of messy hair and strong arms, he scooped you up, shoved you out into the hall and hurriedly slammed the door shut. “I already told you! I don’t wanna hurt you so I’m not letting you back in. I’ve left some money on the kitchen table, go take yourself somewhere nice! Get some dango milk! Yeah! That stuff’s real good!” His voice sounded strained, it was obvious he was having a hard time “Please. Just do this for me. I’m not kicking you out to be mean, I just… I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I hurt you, okay?” You couldn’t really argue with that. If this was really what he wanted, you’d respect his wishes. You assured him you’d be back before sundown as you put snacks outside the door for him in case he got hungry.

You didn’t get far, of course you planned on leaving but you just couldn’t bring yourself to. Instead, you sat out on the front steps, deciding to read the newest edition of the Inazuma Travel Guide. It was a mindless task, there were plenty of pictures to stare at as your mind wandered back to your poor boyfriend, locked away in his room in his time of need. As nice as a trip into the city sounded, it’d be impossible to do anything but think of him. So you simply sat outside, thinking you were far enough away and quiet enough that he had no idea you were even there. Oh how wrong you were

You’d been outside for a few hours now, cycling between quiet activities. Reading, drawing shapes in the dirt, picking thorns off of flowers, back to reading. The sun was still high in the sky, the rays beating down on you. Man it was hot… but it would still be a few hours before your ‘trip to the city’ would be over, you had time to kill. Halfway through the final section of the travel guide, a shadow fell over you, the shape of a lean figure stood there looming over your hunched form. You hesitated a bit before looking back, your eyes landing on Gorou’s bare chest… and bare everything. All he wore was a towel (which was far too small to be wrapped properly around his waist). “How long are you gonna sit out here and torture me?” He breathed, his eyes unfocused and skin glistening with sweat. You just dumbly sat there, momentarily too confused to respond. First he told you to get out of the house, now he was upset that you were outside? You didn’t really get it

“Torture you? I’m just reading-“ “I can smell you. I thought I was going crazy cause I could still smell you even though you were in the city but no, you stayed right here when I told you to go” your eyes widened in surprise, unable to tell if he was truly upset with you. Your question was soon answered as he reached down, grabbing your arm to yank you back inside. “Gorou! But-! You told me to stay away!” You protest, trying to honor his wishes but his grip only tightened as he practically dragged you through the house. His room was a mess, clothes tossed about and wet splotches on blankets, evidence of how his rut was effecting him.

“Fuck what I said earlier, I can’t take it anymore, I need you” his pretty hands gripped your waist, holding you against his body “Ugh… It would have been better if you left but… Mm- I don’t want you to. I hate doing this alone. I don’t want you to go, I never wanted you to- I need you” you could feel how he shook, his body desperate for any contact at all. “I gotta fill you up- please let me put a baby in you” A simple, stunned nod of your head was all it took for him to crumble. The room spins as you’re pushed down into the pile of damp blankets, one would call it a nest but with the way it’s been thrown together so messily, it barely fits that description. He’s uncharacteristically rough with the way he yanks your clothes off, his pupils are blown wide, he almost doesn’t even look like himself. Your beloved doggy general is succumbing to his animal instincts in a way you have never seen before. Sure you’ve heard about it, he’s explained it all to you, but you’ve never witnessed a rut firsthand. All you can do is nod, you want this too, you want to hit this milestone in your relationship. You’re ready to experience this side of him.

His breath is shaky as he shoves his pants down, he’s so desperate- you can tell just by the way he moves, the urgency of his actions. When his aching, leaking cock pressed against your wet folds, he moaned in relief, high pitched and breathy. He could barely string a thought together now, his desperation clouding his mushy mind. Those strong hands gripped your thighs as he rutted between your folds, cock drooling at the needed stimulation. It doesn’t take long for him to paint your cunt white, his body seizing up as another orgasm was dragged from him. Gorou typically cums fast but never this fast…You have no idea how many times he’s came before but judging by stains on the sheets beside you, you could guess at least four. By now it had to hurt, right? Overstimulation such an excessive amount- but he went right back to it. He’s still hard, painfully so, he’s panting and drooling like a beast, nearly in tears as he fumbles to find your sweet hole.

“Oh please- please, take me” Gorou whines “take me” He’a spreading you open with his thumbs to gaze momentarily at your hole before ruthlessly sinking into you. You moan together, his hand shooting up to hold onto yours as he pounds you. The way he moves is so different than usual, your sweet, timid lover who’s now a wild, untamed beast. He doesn’t care about your volume, doesn’t care about the bed frame slamming into the wall, doesn’t care about the ruined clothes beneath you. All he wants is to fuck, to breed, that’s all he can think about. All he can manage to say is a mixture of ‘take it’ and strings of obscenities. His mind is long gone, even more so as he relishes in your scent. You feel the sting of his teeth piercing the skin of your neck, the hot trickle of blood and thick drool trailing down your chest. He’s overwhelmed and so are you, all of the sensations sending your head spinning. The pain, the pleasure, the need, the heat- Maybe his condition is rubbing off on you. As you feel yourself getting closer, that steady build up to release, Gorou cums yet again. He cries out, grip iron tight on your hip as he shoots his load deep into you. His other hand releases from yours, dropping down to rub at your puffy clit “Need you to cum too, cum for me” You arch into his touch, giving him just what he wanted. Your release only spurred him on, made him go harder.

The way you tightened round him, refusing to let him go, had him reeling. You want this just as much as he does. You want his cum, want his pups, want him to give you a big family. Gorou’s sluggish mind is full of images of you covered in his seed, heavy with his children. Archons sake- that’s all he wants, he just wants to breed you forever. The ache in his cock is too hard to ignore now, he’s so sore yet still hard. He doesn’t even realize he’s crying until you reach up to wipe his cheeks. You say something, something sweet and gentle, but he can’t make it out. Just one more… one more orgasm and he’ll be done for awhile. One more and he’ll be able to rest and tend to you as a good mate should. He’s practically purring as your warm hands trail up his flushed, wet face and into his hair and he’s gasping as you tug at his ears. You’re saying something else, you sound amused by his reaction, but he can’t focus anymore- he can’t focus on anything. His vision is clouded, his body feels like it’s on fire and with another tug to his oh-so-sensitive ears, he’s cumming again. It’s not much this time, a short, thick spurt is all you get after milking him so well last time. Gorou hurriedly pulls out before he collapses, not wanting to crush you when he falls over.

It took awhile to convince him to actually go to sleep. Gorou insisted he needed to clean you, needed to put his nest back together so you two could be comfortable however you knew that his rut would kick back in soon enough. He needed the rest… and so did you. The nest he built isn’t fantastic. As you two lay together you can feel lumps in the sheets and shirt buttons digging into your back. There’s a few snack wrappers crinkling around you too… Poor Gorou tried his best. Your mind wanders back to earlier, when your boyfriend had mumbled all kinds of stuff about breeding you. Did he really mean that? Or was it the rut talking? With the way his hand rested protectively on your tummy as he slept, it wasn’t too hard to believe that he really did want to make you a mama. Maybe you’d make him say it later, louder this time, what he really wants <3

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Thanks for reading! Love you!

💕 Part 1/2 here 💕

[meetmyothersouls]

Timmy and you met on the set of Dune 2. And you’re not really into him. But he’s into you from the very first sight! Occasionally, while shouting you realize having something physical about him ending up secret romance. Ps: I absolutely don’t mind if you’ll make really dirty)

Not So Secret

Warnings: smut, language

You didn’t like him at first. He was gorgeous, that was a no brainer, but you were just unsure of him. On the other side of things you knew that he liked you. He always wanted to be around you, always finding an excuse to run lines with you. He even went as far as coming to your hotel room one night and asked you to help him with a scene for the film. A scene that once you started “helping” him, you realized he didn’t actually need any help at all. This was Timothee Chalamet..he didn’t require help, not with acting.

But then, something happened. You found yourself getting slightly annoyed anytime he was around other girls on set. You found yourself thinking about him constantly. You’d open up phone to text him, “hey wanna run lines?” then erase it.

The day you were to film a kissing scene you were tense. Sitting in your dressing room in full wardrobe you jumped as you heard a knock on your trailer door. “Hey! It’s me!” he said before he opened the door. He was in his full Paul Atredies wardrobe, and he looked magnificent.

“You ready?” He asked, standing behind you. He put his hands on your shoulders as you looked at him through the mirror you sat in front of. “As I’ll ever be,” you sighed. He squeezed your shoulders a little as he leaned down and whispered, “I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been looking forward to this kiss for weeks now.”

Heat rushed over your face as his words sank in. Two knocks sounded at the door signaling it was time to start shooting. You swallowed hard as you stood. You’d been thinking about the kiss too. You wondered what his lips would feel like against yours. 

You followed him out of your trailer and managed to make it onto set without tripping over sand...and your thoughts. The director yelled “Action!” and the two of you were in your roles instantly. You said your lines without even thinking and he responded with his with ease. As usual. As scripted, your faces slowly inched closer together. You felt his breath on your lips. He smelled like mint and it made your mouth water slightly. Then finally, your lips met, the feeling like ocean waves crashing in slow motion over rocks. Your mental speed lagged as he opened his mouth again and his lips collided with yours, a crescendo in an orchestra of desire and want. His hand found the back of your neck and yours slid into his hair. There were no sounds, none that mattered, other than your breathing and his. He pressed a smaller kiss to your lips once more before you pulled away. You didn’t know how long the kiss lasted or when exactly the director yelled “cut” but the crew’s eyes were glued to you and him. There was a burn for him now that you couldn’t erase. You knew you’d need more of him and by the look in his eyes he needed more of you as well. 

You only had a few other scenes to film that day, but there was a thick sexual tension lingering between you and Timothee for the remainder of the day. When it was time to wrap for the day, you quickly went for your trailer. You changed into your regular clothes, grabbed your keys and aimed to leave set for the night. You opened your door and there he was. He stepped inside causing you to back up. “You know, I’ve dropped many hints that I’m so, severely into you, y/n, and for awhile I didn’t think you liked me back. I convinced myself to give up, but then that fucking kiss.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “you were thinking about that kiss too, weren’t you?” 

“Shut up,” you whispered as you fisted his shirt and pulled him into you. Your lips crashed together into a kiss that shouldn’t have stopped to begin with. He kissed you fiercely and brushed his tongue over your bottom lip, you opened your mouth wider, allowing him in with whatever he had to give you. This was not the place for sex. There was no bed and hardly any room on the floor. “God, I have wanted you, so bad for so long,” he whispered, “come to my hotel with me, please.” 

“Everyone will see us leave together.” You didn’t really care, but you weren’t sure how the crew would react to the two of you being intimate. “They’re all leaving, they won’t notice, please come with me. I won’t be able to stop thinking about you until I have you. Let me have you, y/n.” 

You couldn’t say no, not to that. So, it became on an ongoing secret romance of sorts. You’d leave set together and go to your hotel room or his hotel room. Secret kisses turned into secret sex. Sex so passionate and heated that it you were sore the next day. You didn’t mind the dull ache between your thighs, or the fact that your knees were slightly bruised from sucking his dick any chance you got - sometimes in your trailer, sometimes on the ride back to the hotel. Other times he’d devour you in your trailer while you sat in a chair with your name stitched to the back of it. He’d spread your legs open and lick your cunt until you were shaking with pleasure.

Makeup artists didn’t say anything as they covered hickeys that lined your neck with foundation that perfectly matched your skin tone. You knew moments before they covered ones that lined his as well. 

You didn’t care that everyone probably knew your secret. And you knew that he didn’t either. 

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[rhettabbotts]

"look what you do to me" with DILF!Rhett and babysitter!reader 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

pairing: dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

warnings: 18+ only. no smut but rhett’s horny. drinking. making out.

Like a fool, I went and stayed too long. Now I’m wondering if your love’s still strong. Oh, baby, here I am. Signed, sealed, delivered. I’m yours.

You spun around the living room to the sound of Stevie Wonder’s crooning, humming along to the song as you raised the wine glass to your lips. The smooth, fruity wine flooded your tastebuds as you stared at Rhett. His eyes were burning into your own, a fire behind them that made you shiver involuntarily.

“C’mon and dance with me. Please,” you extended the word, practically begging him to get off the couch and join you. It was a Friday, the girls were in bed and Rhett had uncorked your favorite bottle. You were on the right side of tipsy, feeling light and bubbly. Rhett just shook his head and took a sip of his drink, adjusting his position to spread his knees wider.

“Fine. You’re no fun, old man.” You grinned as you saw his eyes squint at the name. As you danced, the skirt of your dress flared out, giving Rhett a quick peek at the lacy underwear that was hidden underneath and it caused his jeans to become much too uncomfortable.

As the song changed and Solomon Burke’s Cry to Me started playing through the speakers, you beamed.

“Oh Rhett, don’t you wanna give me my Dirty Dancing moment?”

He sighed and stood from his seat. You got him. He stalked over to you, cerulean eyes nearly black as he wrapped his arm around your waist. He tugged you close to him, chests pressed against one another.

“I’m no Patrick Swayze.”

He moved you like a flowing river. Like your bodies were completely in sync. His other hand grazed up your arm, fingertips brushing against your neck causing your eyelids to flutter close.

C’mon, c’mon, cry to me.

“You have no idea the affect you have on me. The way I have to restrain myself every time you walk in the room. Look, honey. Look at what you do to me.”

His gruff voice and commanding tone forced your eyes open to take him in. His cheeks were flushed, eyes ablaze, chest heaving. And you could feel his hardening cock against your stomach and it made you keen slightly.

“Rhett-“

He cut you off with a passionate kiss. A kiss that knocked the breathe out of you and caused your knees to go weak and your hands to shake. He walked towards the couch, pulling you along with him, lips never separating and you landed in his lap.

“You drive me pretty crazy too, Rhett.”

“Hard to believe that, Little Tillerson.”

You shut him up with another kiss, fingers tangling into the soft grey hair that adorned his head.

[imagineimpact]

Could i request Diluc angst oneshot where reader and him get into a big disagreement or argument where Diluc makes them cry and feel really bad about themself so they go and end up hanging out with Kaeya a bit much cause he offered to cheer reader up and Diluc won't apologize. until he see's his s/o hanging out with Kaeya

I actually wrote 2 different versions of the ending for this, but this is the one I decided to go with! If you want the more angsty version do let me know.

Anyway,

Harsh Words

Diluc x Reader

Screaming. Yelling that could be heard throughout the Dawn Winery residence late into the night, heard only by the maids, the night security, and perhaps a late worker or two.

And of course, by the two individuals who held the voices.

It was rather unusual for the two of you to be at odds; and, on the occasion in which you were, it wasn’t nearly to this degree.

But the two of you were outright screaming at each other. It wasn’t even about one thing anymore - it was everything. Whatever you had been arguing about had reached the point of irrelevance; It never should have reached this point and you knew that, but you were under fire and you couldn’t stop.

All you knew was that this was Diluc’s fault, and that you couldn’t take this kind of argument.

“If you just thought about your actions for once-”

You cut him off, “Oh don’t try me with that, you’re the one treating me like I’m an idiot and trying to control my-”

“If you had just listened for once and been less of a selfish bitch then I wouldn’t have to!”

His words had cut far deeper than either of you had expected, and you physically recoiled at the words, a sudden wave washing over you which forced tears from your eyes. The truth in his words was irrelevant - It felt true, even if it wasn’t.

You turn away from him. In spite of your state, he makes no move toward you. None, not even to give you the slightest feel of any comfort. You knew - he wanted the words to cut through you.

You go to the door and slip on your shoes, leaving the room as fast as you humanly could.

You can’t take this anymore.

But you don’t make it past the front door. As if by telepathy, Diluc has two of his night security waiting by the door in a stance showing you that they’re ready to make sure you don’t leave. They block your path, silent in their menace. When you turn around, only then do you notice Adelinde and Hille quietly staring at you. Diluc’s footsteps down the stairs are a slow horror, an even pace which served to only emphasize that feeling of dread; Very easily, this felt like the perfect time to be murdered.

The drawl of footsteps approach, yet cease a few meters away - he’s far too distant to do anything himself. His eyes lock on yours, quietly assessing you.

“Diluc, let me leave.” You hiss through streaming tears. You nearly choke on the tension in the air.

He doesn’t say anything for a moment. His eyes don’t show any expression, show any remorse or guilt, or even happiness. Truly, there is nothing in his eyes.

“Let me make myself clear: You are not leaving this premises in the middle of the night. Do you understand me?”

“Not even slightly.”

Silence. His eyes flicker, the way they do when he sees an abyss mage, or when Kaeya makes a comment that goes a little too far - pure anger.

“Adelinde, fix up the guest room.”

“No need. I’ll be leaving now.” You scoff.

Diluc tilts his head, peering over you and towards his security as if to say ‘don’t you fucking dare let them through’.

Then another look, and you feel yourself being pushed into the house again, the slam of the doors behind you.

A wave of anger washes over you, and you can’t help the excess of tears that fall, harder now than they had been before.

Diluc holds his ground, staring at you silently. You shake your head and look away, not sure what to do with yourself. Their staring puts you in pure disarray.

“Adelinde.”

“Yes, sorry.” She mutters, bowing and taking her leave in the direction of the guest bedroom in order to prepare it for you.

When she’s gone, you shake your head. “I’m not going to be sleeping.”

“Then stay in your room. I don’t care.” He huffs, turning away and wandering back up the stairs, his footsteps seeming less menacing now.

The argument was done.

Your eyes catch a light outside the window, seeming to exist a far distance away. Maybe it was the fire of a hilichurl camp.

What time was it? Surely the sun would be up soon anyway.

Fine. You would leave then, no matter what.

When you got to your room, you actually did manage to sleep. Not nearly enough; An hour was nothing in the long run, but it was still just slightly enough to not feel entirely exhausted.

Still, the sun was up when you arose, and you lay in the bed, uncertain as to what would happen when you left the room.

If Diluc wasn’t going to apologise, you wanted nothing to do with him.

So, after a little while of resting, it was a surprise to hear a knock at the door. You were summoned to breakfast. Nearly the entire time, you and Diluc sat across from each other - an oddity indeed considering he would always insist that he wanted you seated beside him - this time, however, you were as far from his as possible within the confines of the seated table. The usually empty seat felt hard beneath you, not softened by an everyday presence. Your usual seat to his right - where your plate had been placed before you had taken it to where you were now - was empty.

Neither of you could look into each other’s eyes. The silence, broken only by the light clinks of cutlery, felt burdenous.

You expected him to say something, anything really. You could barely eat the food on your breakfast plate, and without any words, you didn’t feel all too comfortable anyway. You let out a quiet sigh and stood up, tucking in your chair and lifting your plate to take it back to the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” Diluc’s voice was quiet but the harshness in it was unmistakable.

“I’m not hungry.” You looked down at the plate in your hands. “I’m going to Mondstadt.”

Diluc stood up suddenly, pushing back his chair and stepping close to you. The sudden movement caused you to shutter slightly, and he pulled back a bit. Still, he tore the plate from your hands and placed it on the table. “When you return, be ready to have a serious conversation.”

Oh.

You opened your mouth to speak, but then huffed and turned away. “Right. I’ll look forward to getting yelled at again.”

Diluc scoffed, “Stop acting like a petulant child.”

“I’m not doing this right now, Diluc.” Your feet are moving before you can even think about it. This time, as you approached the door, no one was there to stop you. You left with no present company to watch over you, and you knew that today was going to be a long, long day.

——

Mondstadt thrives with life, as per usual. Because of how bright and pleasant the place is, any spec of gloom is extremely obvious on a day like this.

You took to the adventurers guild to take some commissions. Maybe killing some hilichurls or slimes would take your mind off of it all, or maybe just delivering some needed materials to someone.

The entire time you had been speaking to Katheryn, you felt eyes watching you, but you didn’t want to make it obvious you knew. Alas, it was only moments later that you startled at the feeling of a hand on your shoulder.

“No need to be so surprised.” The familiar voice chuckles beside you.

“Good morning, Kaeya.” You let out a soft sigh, the exhaustion of the day before wearing into you. You thanked Katheryn and turned your attention to Kaeya. His eyebrows twitched and his expression shifted as he studied you.

“What happened?” He asks rather blatantly, eyes clouding over. “Was it Diluc?”

You took a deep breath. “Wanna join me for commissions?”

Kaeya scans your eyes. “As long as you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Come on.” You nod, wandering out of Mondstadt with him.

The slowly falling night brought you back to Mondstadt. You agreed to go to the tavern with Kaeya, a subtle kind of thank you for spending time with you today. It wasn’t like you were doing anything else anyway.

The tavern was already busy before you got there, people crowding around for a nights drink. You subconsciously step towards Kaeya as if shading yourself away from the crowded atmosphere and he is wary of your proximity. He draws you to his side, a friendly notion, and steps inside before you.

Charles waves at you both from behind the counter. Kaeya quickly orders a round of drinks and takes you to a table away from the bar.

“Hey, look who’s been dragged in.” Rosaria wanders over, quietly making soft chatter with you. It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to spend some time together.

Kaeya eventually wanders away, grabbing your drinks and bringing them back over.

Time seemed to dwindle away, the mindless chatter with your friends giving you more than ample distraction from anything else that might have been happening.

“Master Diluc! Didn’t expect to see you here today.” Charles’ voice rings out.

Of course, that wasn’t going to last long.

You lift your head slightly, tensing up. Diluc is scanning the room, twisting his wrist lightly as he speaks quietly to Charles; The words miss you. You freeze as your eyes lock. For just a moment you’re caught in that discerning gaze before he nods at you and turns back to talk to Charles. Kaeya draws your attention back away, and you slip back into your conversation, not wanting to deal with anything else.

“I’ll get another round.” Rosaria gets up and makes her way through the tavern, leaning over the bar and making another order for the table.

“How many are we on?” You ask, already flushed from the… how many glasses had you even had?

“Five.” Kaeya laughs, leaning on your shoulder. “But now that the killjoy’s here, he’ll stop us from having our well-earned fun.”

“I heard that.” Diluc scoffed, passing by you.

“Good.” Kaeya wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, more out of a delicate affection than anything else. Diluc’s eyes narrow at his brother, who just laughs in response.

“Get your hands off of-“

“Oh don’t worry, brother. I would never keep them somewhere they don’t want to be.” Kaeya mocks. “You, on the other hand, can’t say the same.” Even with his words, he loosens his hold on you and leans back a bit.

Rosaria returns with your round, greeting Diluc casually as she slips back into her seat. Your pissed off boyfriend wanders away back to his work.

It clicks in your hazy mind that the only reason he’s here is likely because you are. You laugh at the thought, then clink your tankard to the group and drink.

—

As the evening wears down, many people in the bar until it’s pretty much only your group and a few others left there. Diluc lets out a soft sigh as he watches you, trying to soften that jealous pounding of his heart. He takes a sip of his own drink - apple cider, of course. He could never slam back drinks the way that your group currently were. Where had the hours gone?

Oh, no. How many drinks had you had? Whatever was next, he swore to himself that he would make sure that it was watered down. At this rate, you were pretty much welcoming alcohol poisoning with open arms.

Kaeya, wobbly as ever, decides to be the one to approach the bar this time (mostly because Rosaria was leaning against the table, head folded into her arms as she groaned). Diluc shook his head. “No, no. The three of you will drink this whole tavern dry if I don’t stop you.”

“Oh, I’m not here to get any more.” He leans on the countertop. “I just want to know what the hell you did.” Kaeya motions over to you. You’re just giggling at Rosaria’s complaining, leaning over and patting her on the head.

“I’m not talking to you about this.” Diluc leans back, crossing his arms stubbornly.

“Suit yourself.” He straights up. “I should probably get her out of here before you say something stupid.”

“I’m not going to be saying anything stupid.” Diluc shakes his head, looking over the list of all the drinks you’ve had this evening. “You’re all wasted.”

“And yet, you haven’t said last call.”

Seemingly to spite him, DIluc immediately does. He signals over to Charles to round up the remaining people. He knew to leave you last.

Kaeya’s laugh is enough to haunt him. “You make this right, Diluc.” He runs his finger over the counter. “Otherwise I will.”

“Get out of my sight.”

The cavalry captain laughs again, then wanders over to your table. He practically drags Rosaria back up, but she pushes away from him and made her own way to the counter - always a good spirit, she paid for her own portion of drinks and left. Being a nun, she probably didn’t need to use the money elsewhere.

Kaeya was two steps away from just carrying you out the door, but through his drunk mind he finds the clarity to understand just how absolutely inappropriate that would be to do, especially in front of Diluc. Alas, you lean on his shoulder as he assists your steps.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Diluc’s voice calls out, as if to stop you both.

“Usual billing.” Kaeya calls back.

“No, no.” You both look back at him. He shifts on his feet, eyes locking with yours. “I’ll be damned if you go home with him.”

“Then damned you are.” You roll your eyes, turning away.

He calls your name softly. “Step away from him. Come here.”

You take a deep breath. “I am so glad I don’t have to remember any of this.”

Diluc places a glass of water in front of you. “Drink this. You wreak of alcohol.”

“And you wreak of your hatred.” You sit down in front of him, knowing that it wasn’t about to get better.

Diluc’s eyes flicker up to Kaeya. “Get out.”

“Not happening.”

“Kaeya, this doesn’t concern you.”

“Their safety is more than enough concern.”

“It’s alright, Kaeya, just wait outside.” You pipe in, not wanting even more stress.

Kaeya agrees, quietly slipping out the door. Charles is told to escort him away, an act which may have varying success.

Either way, you sat in front of Diluc, not sure what exactly to say to him.

“I’m tired, Diluc. I’m tired of this. I can’t put up with-“

“I’m sorry.” He blurts out, interrupting you. “Please, hear me out.”

“I’m not going to remember-“

“Then I’ll tell you again when you will.” He leans over the counter, not wanting to be apart from you. He calls your name again, as if to hold your attention, “Can we talk about this?”

“I think we talked about this already.” You groan. “Yesterday, plenty of yelling. The Maids and guards can confirm.”

Diluc takes a long breath out. You lift the glass of water and take an even longer sip.

Maybe the barrier of the counter between you made you feel better. But, as tears sprung to your eyes, you felt so, so much worse.

“Do you hate me?” You ask, your voice squeaking. “Do you want to break up with me.”

“No, Y/N.” He reaches for your hands, but you had pushed your stool too far away from him beforehand that he couldn’t. He circles around the bar and gently grabs both of your hands, soft enough in his hold for you to be able to pull away. “Don’t ever say that. I love you.”

“Then, why?” You sob, turning your face away from him, hands still in his. “Why did you yell at me? Why wouldn’t you talk to me this morning?”

“I…“ Diluc stops himself, taking a deep breath. “I was angry. We were both angry.” He shifts, pulling out a stool and sitting in front of you. “I wasn’t acting rationally.”

“When you said you wanted to talk this morning, what were you going to say?”

Diluc hesitates, gripping your hands just a little bit harder. “I was going to ask… I was going to ask if you were happy.” He admitted, quietly. “But I can’t do that. I can’t put you through that.”

You tug him toward you, pulling his hands close to your face. “Why would you say that? I love you.” You sob into his soft skin.

He takes his hands away from your gently, slipping them around your waist and pulling you close to him, into his lap. He tightens his grip. “I’m sorry.” He repeats. “I’m so sorry. I never want you to cry.” He feels his heartbeat heavily in his chest, a distraught washing over him. “Don’t ever destroy yourself like this again.” He runs a hand over your back.

You don’t say anything. You’re way too drunk for many more coherent thoughts to pass your lips. You lift your head and plant a soft kiss on his cheek, and he softly kisses your forehead, pulling you back to his chest so that you don’t try to kiss him anymore - He wasn’t about to let that happen, you were far too drunk.

Diluc was ashamed of his thoughts. His guilt, rising only when he saw you in the present company of his brother, showing affection and finding comfort anywhere except for him. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, nor to you, but as you cried into his shoulder, he couldn’t help the wave of disappointment in himself that washed over. Why could he never be there for the people who needed him most?

“Come on, finish your water, let’s get you home.” He insists, though he holds you tightly still until you stir.

You take the water, sipping it with a slight indignance. He would have to apologize to you again in the morning, but he would do anything to get you to trust him again.

(Part 2 here)

[waitimcomingtoo]

Tuffy

Pairing: Arvin Russel x reader

Synopsis: you win Arvin a teddy bear, and he acts like he doesn’t like it

Masterlist

Arvin pulled up to the annual town fair in his beat up old car and parked out front. He lit a cigarette, spotted Lenora near the entrance, and made his way over to her.

“You girls ‘bout ready to go?”

“Just about.” Lenora answered. “Y/n was just finishing up at a game. Oh, there she is.”

“Arvin!” You ran up to them with a teddy bear in your arms. “Thanks for driving us home. Don’t you want to go in at least on ride?”

“Nah. I don’t trust these things in the slightest.” He smiled at you in your high waisted shorts and button up shirt.

“See? I told you he was no fun.” Lenora teased her brother and poked his side.

“Well since you didn’t want to come with us, I won this for you at the balloon game.” You proudly held out the teddy bear you’d been holding. “Since you’re too much of a tough guy to win your own.”

It was a classic carnival plush with a cheap red bow tied around its neck, but Arvin adored it right away. He accepted the teddy bear from you and looked at it, fighting the massive smile that wanted to break out on his face. He didn’t want to stray from his typical cold and uncaring exterior, so he didn’t let it show on his face how much it meant to him.

“Oh. Thank you.” He said softly. “But I’m not much for dolls. You should keep it.”

“It’s not a doll. It’s a teddy bear.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “I’ve been holding it all night, so it smells like my perfume. And I won it for you so you better keep it, tough guy. It’s yours.”

“All right.” He smiled shyly, grateful that you were letting him keep it. “Not sure what I’ll do with it, but I’ll keep it. Thanks, Y/n.”

“You’re welcome, Arvin” You said as you linked your arm through his. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

A few weeks later, you didn’t join Lenora in the back of Arvin’s car like you usually did. He almost always drove the two of you home after school, but you were nowhere to be found that particular day.

“Y/n didn’t need a ride today?” Arvin asked with slight disappointment.

“She was running late so she said she was gonna walk home.” Lenora told him.

“Oh.” He nodded. “Okay.

“Why? Do you miss her?” Lenora teased.

“Shut up.” He blushed. “Just want to make sure she has a safe way home.”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine.” Lenora said, so he let it go. He checked back in a few hours later with Lenora to see if you’d made it home safe.

“Do you know if Y/n made it home yet?” He asked.

“She hasn’t called me yet, so probably not.” Lenora realized. Arvin frowned and looked out the window, not liking the thought of you walking home with how hard the rain was coming down.

“It’s pouring out. She’ll catch her death.” He said as he grabbed his car keys.

“So will you if you try to find her. You know how slippery your tires get.” Lenora reminded him as she followed him to the door.

“I don’t want her walking alone in the rain.” Arvin said as he slid his jacket on. “Imma go get her.”

Arvin got in his car and drove in the direction of your school. A few miles up the road, he saw you walking with your backpack over your head.

“Y/n!” He called out the window. “Get your ass in the car now.”

“Arvin?” You squinted in his direction. “Is that you?”

“Yes, it’s me.” He pulled up beside you. “Get in.”

“How’d you find me?” You asked as you got into his backseat. “And how’d you know I was out here in the first place?”

“Lenora told me you was foolish enough to walk home in this weather.” He said as he looked at you in the rear view mirror.

“I didn’t realize it was gonna rain. Sorry, Arvin.” You apologized to him, making him feel guilty for how he spoke to you. He didn’t mean to make you feel bad, he just worried about you.

“You don’t have to apologize to me, darling.” He said in a softer tone. “And you don’t have to sit in the back either.”

“Um, I think someone’s already sitting in the passenger seat.” You smiled a little and adverted your eyes.

“Who?” He furrowed his eyebrows before looking beside him. Sitting there in his passenger seat was the teddy bear you had won him a few weeks before. To make the sight even more embarrassing, the teddy bear was buckled in with a seatbelt. He had forgotten that he put the bear there and now there was no hiding the fact that he drove around with it.

“Oh.” He blushed and grabbed the bear. “Him.”

“Is that the bear won for you?” You asked coyly. “From the carnival?”

“Yeah. It is.” He adverted his eyes as you climbed into the front seat.

“Why did he have a seatbelt on?” You chuckled as he set the teddy bear on his lap.

“It’s very dangerous to drive without a seatbelt.” He said seriously. “You know that, darling.”

“But he’s just a teddy bear.” You bit back a smile at the way he was behaving. You’d into ever seen him frowning or fighting, so it made you happy to hear him being silly with you.

“A teddy bear you won for me.” He reminded you as he smiled down at the bear. “That makes him special. I gotta protect him.”

“Arvin.” You swooned. “You really kept it? That’s so cute.”

“People don’t usually give me things.” He said quietly. “So he means a lot.”

“Did you name him?” You asked hopefully.

“Yes.” He said softly. “He’s called Tuffy.”

“Why?” You wondered curiously.

“Cause you always call me tough guy.” He admitted without looking at you. He hadn’t planned on showing you the softer side of him, but you seemed to be enjoying it.

“Can I see him?”

“Careful not to get him wet. Can’t replace him.” Arvin warned, proving further to you how much he cared about the bear.

“I didn’t think you cared that I won him for you.” You said in disbelief. “Didn’t think you cared ‘bout anything, in fact.”

“I act tough, but I got a soft spot for you.” He said as he looked at you.

“Me and Tuffy, I presume.” You teased.

“Yeah.” He smiled. “You and Tuffy.”

You looked down at Tuffy and held him to your nose, inhaling his scent for a moment.

“He smells like you.” You giggled. “Which means he smells like cigarettes and Old Spice.”

“Well he sleeps in my bed.” Arvin told you. “That’s why.”

“Arvin Russel.” You gasped. “You do not sleep with a teddy bear.”

“Said he sleeps in my bed. Not in my arms or nothing.” He chuckled as he took the bear back from you. He put Tuffy on his shoulder and rested his head on him as he looked at you.

“That’s a shame.” You nearly exploded from how sweet Arvin was being. “If I was sleeping in your bed, I’d want to be in your arms as well.”

Arvin opened his mouth to speak, but found himself too flustered to form a sentence. Before he could respond, you spotted something out the window and sighed.

“Oh no. It’s Chuck Greenwood.” You pointed out the window. “He’s got a crush on me. Never leaves me alone.”

“Do you like him too?” Arvin frowned a little as Chuck approached his car.

“Absolutely not.” You stuck your tongue out. “He’s nothing but a pest. Ugh. Here he comes.”

“Hello Y/n. You look awfully pretty, even in the rain.” Chuck smirked obnoxiously as he knocked on your window. “What’s the matter? Lenoras Bible didn’t tell you it was gonna rain?”

“Leave me alone, Chuck.” You rolled your eyes and turned away.

“And is that the Russel boy?” Chuck pointed to Arvin. “What are you doing driving around with a teddy bear? Did your mommy give it to you?”

“No. But your mommy did.” Arvin shot back.

“Can I see it? It looks so cuddly and soft. I just wanna hold it for a minute.” Chuck laughed as he reached for the teddy bear.

“Hands off.” Arvin smacked his hands away. “Don’t you inbreds have something better to do?”

“What could be better than picking on you and your fuzzy wuzzy teddy bear?” Chuck asked.

“It’s my teddy bear.” You lied as you took the bear off Arvin’s shoulder. “Arvin won him for me at the carnival last week.”

“Did he? Don’t tell me you two are going steady.” Chucks jealously got the better of him.

“Whats it’s to you?” Arvin smirked, liking your plan. “Not like you ever had a chance with her.”

“Whatever. Enjoy your teddy bear.” Chuck scoffed and walked away.

“We will! Bye!” You called after him before rolling the window up. “Did you see his face? We totally got him.”

“That’s what he gets for making fun of Tuffy.” Arvin smiled as you handed the bear back to him.

“Yup.” You agreed. “He’ll know not to do that again.”

You looked at each other for a minute, soft smiles on your faces as a comfortable silence settled in his car. The comforting sound of rain hitting his windows added to the soft ambiance in the car. You gulped and sat up a little, giving him all your attention as he nervously played with the bear.

“Darling.” Arvin began quietly. “What did you mean before when you said you’d want to sleep in my arms?”

“Well, you know.” You shrugged and played with your nails. “I’m just saying. If Tuffy ever needs a night off, maybe I could take his spot.”

“Well.” He smiled softly and cupped your face with his hand. “I’ll have to check with him first.”

You leaned forward and smirked against his lips before mumbling, “You’ll have to let me know what he says.”

“He should be fine with it.” He sucked in sharply against your mouth.

“Arvin?” You asked as you gazed at him through your lashes.

“Yes, darling?”

“Stop talking about your teddy bear.” You chuckled before connecting your lips to his.

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Nova

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky have a secret arrangement. Inspired by Billie Eilish’s ‘Billie Bossa Nova’

Warnings: NSFW 18+, submissive Bucky, dominant reader, BDSM involved

A/N: This was very fun to write as always. It is my first time writing anything for Bucky but this song just reminds me so much of him and I couldn’t help myself. Hope everyone enjoys it! I always get so nervous before posting a story.

Word Count: 2k

Here you were at another one of Tony’s parties. It’s not like you weren’t having any fun, it’s just that you’d rather be somewhere else. With someone else. It was rare when everyone got a moment for themselves so you all enjoyed it when everyone was together. Made you feel like a real family. But tonight, you only wanted to be with one person.

“Hey stranger, you’re quiet tonight. Everything alright?’ Natasha makes her way up to you, drink in hand. She always made sure you were treated well and felt comfortable. You were so thankful for her.

“Yeah, just a little tired.” Across the room from you was Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes. The Winter Soldier. You two came face to face a few times on missions, before and after you joined the team. He hates to admit it but you were a tough one to fight. You love to remind him how easily you can kick his ass. You loved it when you got him down on his knees.

Bucky couldn’t keep his eyes off of you all night. From the moment you walked into the room with that silk green dress. It was causal, yet he adored you. He was quieter than usual, but everyone blew it off as ‘Bucky being Bucky’, and he didn’t mind. He just needed you. Bucky knew you thought the same thing too, it was the way you were looking at him. Like you wanted him on his knees. He wanted to obey.

Nobody knew but you and Bucky would regularly meet. When everyone was asleep, you and the Winter Soldier would sneak off and hide behind closed doors. It all started one night after training, the way he was breathing against you. Your legs wrapped around him tightly. Then it happened again after a mission, him knocking on your door and you pulling him in. It’s hard to stop it once it starts. After a while, Bucky told you about him wanting to be submissive. It threw you off at first, you figured after being mind washed for all those years that he would want to be in control for once.

“Sometimes everything becomes too much and I just want someone to take a little control every once in a while.” Bucky lied with you on one of the many hotel beds you’ve been in together.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, James. I understand, I’ll do it. I was always good at getting you on your knees for me.”

“I think I’m gonna go ahead and get to bed. Behave for me will ya?” Natasha smirks and gives you a wink.

“You know me y/n, I like to have a little fun before bed.” You wink back at her and head out to the elevator, with a Bucky Barnes hot on your heels. You didn’t even have to look at him to make him come to you. It won’t be the only time tonight either.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Doll.” It had been a while since the two of you had been in the same room together. So when you both heard you had the weekend off, you couldn’t let that opportunity pass. He’d been worked up and you didn’t want to wait any longer. You loved it when he came without a warning, sometimes waiting can get so boring. You wiped the cum off your hands with your tongue. “Don’t apologize, James, I like how worked up you get.” Bucky chuckles and shakes his head in disbelief. “Only you do it how I like.”

You and Bucky don’t say anything on the way up to your room. You were lucky enough to have your rooms across from each other, nobody would know that he was secretly with you. It was like a routine, a dance between the two of you. Bucky undressed and waited for your command. You walk around him in circles, like he was prey. He wanted you to devour him already.

“On the bed.” He grew an erection immediately. Just by your three simple words. He did as he was told like a good soldier. He even held his hands above his head without having to be told. You straddle his waist as you tie him up. Bucky shuts his eyes tight, he knows he won’t last long with the way you look, fully dressed and slightly grazing him where he needed you most.

You smirk and grind your hips roughly, causing Bucky to throw his head back hard into the pillow. It was as if somebody knocked the wind out of him. His eyes shot open and he swore there was nothing more beautiful than the sight above him. You smiling down at him, your hair coming down loosely. He wasn’t going to last long. You could feel him squirming slightly underneath you. “Y/n, please.”

“Name?”

“Nova.” When you and Bucky weren’t back at the compound, you were in different hotels. Using different names at hotel check-ins. It was routine. Being together for the night, just to feel something. You wanted to be in control and Bucky was more than happy to be controlled by you. You hadn’t realized how much you enjoyed it, having him this way. He could easily take control if he wanted to. But you had him at your mercy, and you were an addict for him.

You were never the sentimental type, but there was something about the way he looked right now for you tonight. Tied up and an absolute mess. You wanted to keep him like this forever. “You make me wanna take a picture of you, James.” You were completely naked for him now. His erection trapped in between your folds, you raked your nails up and down his arms and chest. You made sure to take your time with his metal arm. Made sure he knew that all of him deserved to feel good tonight. “All tied up and wrecked because of me.” Bucky rolled his hips forward to get some sort of friction from you. You held his hips down and tsked. “Be a good soldier now Barnes.” You could make a movie with him that you both would have to hide.

Bucky grunted and threw his head back in frustration. “The things you do to me, Doll.”

You kiss your way up to his neck, “Don’t get sentimental on me James.”

You’d been ignoring bucky all day. It was one of those days where everyone just kind of kept to themselves. You read a few books and paid no mind to Bucky when he walked in the room. You didn’t even look at him when you two were alone in the library. You could feel his eyes on you every second. You could feel how squirmy he was because of it. Even when he caught up with you on the elevator, you simply pulled out your phone and acted like it was the most interesting thing to you. It pained Bucky to not be able to reach out to you. It was torture not having you all over him, your hands pulling at his hair, grabbing his waist, and dragging him to your room. He almost went back to his room, but before he reached the doorknob he looked back at you one last time. He was surprised to see you staring back at him, then you entered your room without closing the door behind you. He took that as an invitation.

Once he closes the door behind him he grabs you and pins you against the door. “Look at me when we’re alone, please.” You knew it wouldn’t take much to get him going. You knew it was torture though. He kissed you like you could one day slip away. “I know, I know.”

You were glad that these walls were soundproof. The noises he was pulling out of you, the sounds he made in your ear. It was like a song you never got tired of hearing. The way he stretched you out, yet fit inside you so perfectly. This was all you needed. He was all you needed. If anybody saw you two this way, you don’t know what they would think. The Winter Soldier begging to come. Moaning out your name. You squeeze around him at the thought. “Fuck! If you keep doing that I’m not gonna last much longer.” You lean in closer to him and squeeze around him once more. “Promise?”

Bucky couldn’t get enough of you, he left hickeys anywhere his mouth could reach. “You leave a strong impression don’t you Barnes?” It might be more of an obsession.

“Anyone see you?” He layed you down softly on the bed.

“No, you?” There was a slight knot in your stomach. You didn’t understand it.

“No.” Bucky continued his assault on your breast.

They won’t see me in your arms, you thought.

You’re not sentimental but there’s something about the way he looks tonight. Desperate, aching, and all yours. You could feel bucky tense up beneath you so you decided to drag this out a little longer. You rocked your hips back and forth slowly. Taking his cock in and out of you torturously slow. “Please Doll.” You’ll never get tired of hearing him beg.

“Who do you belong to?” You started to slam into him and Bucky saw stars.

“I won’t repeat myself, James.” You squeezed his throat gently.

“You! I belong to you y/n! Fuck.” You were going to be the death of him.

“Good Soldier.”

Sometimes you thought about being with Bucky. What it would be like to not have to sneak around and just be with each other. You wondered if Bucky thought the same. You wanted everyone to know the people you two became when you’re alone together. Even make them jealous for a change.

‘What are you thinking about?” You layed in Bucky’s arms, not having the energy to go back to your room yet. If you were being honest with yourself, you enjoyed the feeling of being in Bucky’s arms. The coolness of his metal arm with the warmth of his body. You stayed silent for a while. Debating whether or not to tell him the truth.

“That I’m the only one who does it how you like.”

You climb off of him and ride his thigh instead. Bucky whimpers and stares at you. He could feel how wet you are. You lean down and leave hickeys on his hips roughly. Once you are satisfied you climb completely off him and leave him hard and bare. He takes in a deep breath and pulls against his restraints. It was torture, but you both loved it. Bucky shuts his eyes again. ‘Please.” It won’t take much to get him going. “I know, I know.”

You walk around to the foot of the bed, fully naked. You saw your masterpiece. He was a work of art to you. The way his chest rose, the redness in his cheeks. The trail of your lips splattered all across his body. You were obsessed.

Bucky can hear your soft footsteps. He doesn’t dare look, he knows he won’t last long if he does.

“Look at me a little more James.” It took everything in him not to come the moment he saw you. He could see the wetness dripping from your cunt. The small hickeys covering your body, the ones he left. You were worth waiting for. He was obsessed.

His heavy breathing could have you on the floor. You watched him look your body up and down like it was a piece of art. You didn’t have to say anything, Bucky knew what you wanted. He wanted it too.

“I’m yours.”

You weren’t sentimental, but tonight there was something about him.

“I’m yours.”