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mattybsgroupie · 1 day ago

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— nasty ★ matt sturniolo

— CONTENTS: established relationship; handjob (m receiving); oral (f receiving); PISS kink; mommy kink; sub!matt

— NOTES: so many thoughts in order to write this... but what really made it for me was nick asking matt if that wet spot on his pants was pee........... and i just had to write it........ as usual, it’s not for everyone — if you don’t like it, please DO NOT READ. it’s also not proofread, but i hope you enjoy it anyways ♡ pinky promise next week i'll post breastfeeding chris!!! love yall ♡

matt had chugged two cans of root beer and two bottles of water before coming to you. he spent the night gaming with his brothers, acting like a teen. matt’s room was a mess but he didn’t mind it — he knew he wasn’t on his best behavior, coming towards you in slow, lazy steps, a small pout pairing with his flushed cheeks.

you pretended you didn’t notice when matt sat next to you, completely ignoring him. a frustrated sound came from the back of his throat, his blue eyes expecting to meet yours.

“mad?” he asked in a low tone, placing his chin on your right shoulder. his slender fingers traveled to your face, caressing your soft skin before placing a strand of hair behind your ear. you couldn’t help but chuckle at his sweet gesture, always making sure you were okay even if you were mad at him — which, in fact, you weren’t. you just thought matt needed a punishment for acting like a brat for the past few days, and especially for making fun of you when you brought up a certain topic.

it was supposed to be funny. you showed matt a picture that read “when he doesn’t let me hold it while he pees”, thinking he would laugh along with you. unexpectedly, matt rolled his eyes and tossed your phone away, simply saying “that’s nasty” and going back to whatever he was doing.

matt placed his lips on your neck, a lingering seal showing how sorry he felt. “‘m sorry” he whispered, waiting for you to accept his apology. due your lack of reaction, matt kissed you again, this time sucking on your skin a bit harder, satisfied with the red spot he left.

“been a bad boy, ‘m sorry” matt repeated himself, nuzzling his forehead on you, silently trying to reach your breasts. “mama” he called, finally being able to get your attention. you looked at him, allowing him to continue. “didn’t mean to be a brat”

“and yet you acted like one” you said, tangling your fingers on the back of his head, gently pulling his brown locks, forcing matt to back off from your tits. he whined, crossing his arms and staring at the floor. “what do i gotta do? please” matt asked, getting up just to kneel down in front of you. his blue orbs were filled with tears, frustration and disappointment taking over him.

you ruffled matt’s hair, a naughty grin forming on your lips. he understood what you meant, his hands going to the waistband of your pants, playing with the fabric as he stared at you. “be a good boy, yeah? make me cum real good and maybe i’ll forgive you” you said and matt nodded eagerly — he needed your attention more than anything.

matt pulled your clothes down along with your underwear, exposing your bare pussy as you adjusted yourself, spreading your legs apart and allowing him to get in between your thighs. both of his hands went to your hips, his thumb pressing harshly against your skin, a gasp leaving your mouth when he placed a seal on your clit. goosebumps took over your body as matt lowered his tongue, reaching for your hole only to get back to your clit. his licks were messy and sloppy, spit escaping from the corners of his lips and drooling down his chin, adding to the mess underneath him.

the saliva dripped and stopped right at matt’s silver sweatpants, the wet spots turning the fabric into a darker shade. you ignored matt’s pathetic boner, too focused on your pleasure to give any kind of relief to his aching cock — and bladder. he was getting uncomfortable by now, the pressure on his lower tummy growing at each second. he was painfully hard, needing relief in both ways. he wanted to cum, but he really needed to pee.

his desperation was clear, his tongue swirling in circular motions around your clit just before sucking it with all his might. matt started humming something as he approached your entrance, sending a wave of vibrations through your wet folds, causing you to moan loudly. he had to stop for a second, pulling away from your pussy, trying to catch his breath. “m-mommy” he called, swollen lips and flushed cheeks adding to his fucked out expression. “i need to… i need to go to the bathroom” he confessed, expecting your understanding.

you clicked your tongue, “so you really don’t care about making mama feel good do you?” you complained, and matt denied with his head. “no! i do! i just- i need to pee really bad” matt pouted, both hands going to his crotch. you finally noticed the stains on his pants, some from spit, some from a different kind of wetness. “are you already leaking, baby? can’t even hold your bladder?” you teased, receiving a whine in response.

“c’mon, finish what you started and then we’ll take care of your nasty pants hm?” matt nodded, understanding that he deserved this punishment after behaving like a brat. he went back to your pussy, giving it a few sloppy kisses before pushing his tongue inside you, your juices making it easier for him to slide in. your thighs suddenly closed around his head as you kept moving your hips, practically humping his face. his nose rubbed against your clit perfectly while he fucked his tongue inside you, filling you up with the warm, wet muscle.

the knot in your lower tummy starts to tighten, begging to be released. you no longer hide your moans, whining loudly as you felt your orgasm approaching. you tug on matt’s curls, pushing further against him, chasing your own high. it didn’t take long — it only took matt’s whimpers against your pussy — until your orgasm washed over you, spasms taking over your body as you released on matt’s tongue, cumming all over his face.

matt, however, kept going. you tasted so good and he needed to redeem himself, especially when he felt about to burst. his tip leaked, oozing liquid from his slit not sure whether it was pre-cum or pee. you had to pull his hair, removing his tongue from your throbbing cunt.

“you’re so yummy, mama” matt said, gathering the stickiness around his lips and bringing it to his own mouth, licking your juices and smiling at you. “good boy” you praised, ruffling his hair and caressing his cheek. “matt, baby” you cooed, looking at the poor boy under you, “your pants are soaked”.

matt looked down at his own crotch, placing both hands there, trying his best to hold himself. “‘m sorry— it hurts!” he complained, trying to justify the small leakage on his sweaters. “what hurts the most hm? your cock or your bladder?” you asked, watching as matt squirmed on the floor. “both!” he whined.

“you gotta pick one, baby. you can piss yourself right here, or you can try jerking off” you said, crossing your arms. “i’m going to the bathroom!” matt responded, full of determination. he stood up, only to suddenly bend forward, the sudden movement increasing the pressure on his bladder.

“i can’t hold it!” he whimpered, puppy eyes begging for you to let him go. “aww, you poor thing” you cooed, delighting yourself with the scene in front of you. “not so nasty right now is it? when you need to go this bad?”

“mommy!” matt cried, finally giving up. he didn’t remove his hands, still trying to contain the inevitable. the wet spot became bigger as matt pissed himself in front of you, the loud hiss of his release taking over the quiet room. the warm liquid spread across his pants, completely drenching his sweater in piss, tears spilling from the corners of his eyes. it was too much — the desperation, the humiliation, the helplessness.

“there you go” you smiled at him, the warm, loving tone completely different from your indifference seconds ago. “my good, good boy” you praised matt, who held back a smile at your words. “take off these pissy pants and cmere, yeah?” you patted your thighs, calling him to come sit on your lap.

matt immediately removed his soaked clothes, trying his best to clean himself with the dry parts of it. he walked towards you, his stiff cock covered in pre-cum.

matt made himself comfortable on your lap, hiding his face on the crook of your neck. he was completely embarrassed by what he had done, but these thoughts disappeared as soon as he felt your fingers wrapping around his dick, jerking him off at a quick pace. “‘m gonna— gon’ cum” matt cried, feeling his high approaching. it was pathetic, not only he had pissed himself — he couldn’t even contain himself from cumming.

“make a big mess for mommy” you said, rubbing his slit with your thumb. matt’s whimpers only got louder, his hips bucking forward as he practically fucked your fist. he came with a loud moan, spurting thick ropes of cum on your palm. the warm, sticky liquid covered your hand and his own tummy, matt panted heavily as he tried to come back to his senses.

you licked your hand, cleaning his release with your tongue. “don’t do that” he said, “i have nothing left in me” you chuckled, acknowledging that matt was completely dry.

“and i’m sorry” he continued, snuggling on your chest. “shouldn’t have been a brat. it’s not nasty” he admitted, “but you gotta let me do it to you”.

— TAGLIST ★ only the for the pissy girlies, @swiftiolo @sturrrrnslvt @y3sterdaysproblem @mattsbratt333 @dariellemccaul

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rafayelxsylusho · 2 days ago

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Hello ♥️ I love your fics so much!! 😩 I don’t know if you take requests…but if you do could I request the LADS guys reacting to seeing you without panties on under your dress/skirt? 😈

Ohhhh I really liked this idea.

I'll work on the other three today and post them as soon as I can.

Enjoy!!!

Calebxreader

Rafayelxreader

TW:SMUT

How do the LADS men react when they see you without panties under your skirt/dress Part 1 (Caleb)(Rafayel)

Caleb's gaze drifts over to you as you sit across from him at the dinner table, a smile playing on his lips. The aroma of your favorite meal, freshly cooked by his own hands, wafts through the air between you.

"You know, I remember when you used to beg me to make this every week, you'd come running into the kitchen, skipping and laughing, and throw your arms around me until I agreed." His eyes glimmer with a distant memory, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "You were so cute back then, so full of life and energy. I could never say no to you."

"You still can't" said Gran, who sits beside him, with a knowing smile. Her eyes crinkle at the corners as she takes a sip of her drink, setting the glass down gently on the white tablecloth.

"You're right, Gran," Caleb agrees, turning his attention back to you. His gaze is intense, a mix of fondness and something darker, more possessive. "I still can't say no to her. Never could."

He picks up his fork to start eating but accidentally pushes his spoon to the floor with his elbow. He leans down, his chair scraping softly against the hardwood floor as he bends to retrieve the fallen spoon under the table. His eyes can't help but wander over your legs. They trail up your calves, over your knees, and come to a sharp halt when he notices something that makes his heart skip a beat. Or rather, the lack of something. His eyes linger for a moment, drinking in the expanse of smooth, tanned thigh that's been revealed by your slightly spread legs.

Straightening up, he sets the spoon on the table, his movements deliberate and slow. There's a new tension in the set of his shoulders, a coiled energy that wasn't there before. As he takes his seat once more, he doesn't meet your eyes right away. Instead, he busies himself with his own plate, cutting into the tender meat with precise, almost angry strokes. But as he lifts his fork to his mouth, his gaze finally meets yours. There's a depth of emotion swirling in those violet eyes, feelings he can barely contain. Desire, possessiveness, a desperate longing that borders on obsession. It's all there, laid bare for you to see.

His grip tightens on the fork, knuckles turning white as he fights the sudden, overwhelming urge to toss it aside. To lean across the table, to take your face in his hands...and claim your mouth with his own.

Caleb's eyes darken with lust as he watches the sensual movement of your throat as you swallow. The sound of your moan, sweet and breathy makes his heart beat against his ribs like a caged animal desperate to break free. "Does it taste as good as you remember? "I made it just the way you like it," he murmurs, leaning forward slightly. "I remember everything about what you like, pipsqueak." His tone is teasing, but there's also something darker on the way he says your old nickname.

"It's delicious Caleb" said Gran, before you had a chance to answer him, breaking the tension between you.

He sits back in his chair, trying to compose himself even as his heart continues to race. He can't let Gran see the true depths of his feelings, the all consuming love and lust that threatens to swallow him whole.

"That's great, Gran," he says, his voice only slightly strained. "I'm glad you both like it." He forces a smile, but it doesn't reach his eyes. Those violet eyes remain focused on you, even as he tries to engage in the conversation.

"Remember when you and Y/n used to fight over the last piece of meat?" Gran asks, a fond smile on her face. "You two were always so competitive, especially when it came to food."

Caleb's smile tightens "Yeah," he says, his eyes never leaving yours. "I always made sure she got the last piece. No matter what." His tone is light, but there's another meaning beneath the words. A promise.

You look over at Gran, a bright smile on your face when you say "Gran, I'm meeting up with a friend tonight. We had plans to go out since friday" You stand up, gathering your dirty dishes and silverware. "I'll just put these in the kitchen and then I should get ready."

Caleb watches, his eyes glued to your every move as you carry your dishes to the kitchen. The sway of your hips, the gentle bounce of your hair with each step...it's all seared into his mind.

He forces himself to turn to Gran, to keep up the pretense of a normal conversation. But his mind is elsewhere, already conjuring up a dozen ways he could stop you.

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Caleb stands in your doorway, his tall frame filling the space. His hair is still slightly damp from a recent shower. His arms are crossed over his broad chest as he watches you get ready. His eyes follow your every movement, from the way you brush your long black hair, to the quick application of makeup.

"Did you forget," he says, his voice low and slightly accusatory, "that you had to do the dishes and I had to do the cooking?"

He steps into your room, the door clicking shut behind him with a soft, sound. The space suddenly feels smaller, the air thicker, with his presence dominating every inch of it. He reaches out and plucks the hairbrush from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours. "Here," he says softly, holding the brush. "Let me help you finish getting ready."

You look up at Caleb, a flicker of annoyance in your eyes as you take the hairbrush from his hand. "I didn't forget," you say, your voice a bit sharp. "I just got distracted. Besides, I thought you had more important things to do than keep track of whose turn it is to do the dishes." You turn back to the mirror, running the brush through your hair with more force than necessary. "And I didn't ask for your help," you add, "I think I can handle getting ready on my own."

Caleb watches as you finish brushing your hair, his eyes never leaving your reflection in the mirror. He sees the flicker of irritation in your gaze, hears the sharpness in your tone. As you turn to leave, he clears his throat, his voice a low rumble that stops you in your tracks. "You're forgetting something, pipsqueak," he says, a hint of that old teasing to his tone. But there's something darker, something that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end.

He takes two long strides towards you, closing the distance between your bodies in an instant. His large hands find your waist, strong fingers splaying possessively over the curve of your hips. He pulls you back against his chest, your body molding to the hard planes of his own like two puzzle pieces clicking into place.

In the mirror, your eyes meet, locking in a charged gaze. You feel his hands fist the fabric of your skirt. He pulls and tugs, the skirt riding higher and higher on your thighs with each yank of his wrists. The cool air of the room brushes against the newly exposed skin, sending a shiver racing up your spine.

"Caleb..." you protest, your voice a mortified whisper as you feel your skirt being hiked up past your thighs. But he doesn't listen, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror as he exposes you completely.

Your blush deepens as you watch, uncomfortably aroused, as he finally reaches the hem of your skirt. The fabric pools around your waist, leaving your bare cunt on full display in the reflection. The sight of your glistening folds, makes your heart race and your core clench.

Caleb's breath grows heavier, his chest rising and falling more rapidly against your back. His grip on your hips tightens, fingers digging into your flesh as he holds you in place, trapping you against him. His eyes, dark and hungry, rove over your reflection, taking in every intimate detail.

"Were you really planning on going out like this?" he asks, "Or were you just trying to tease me...again?" His fingers flex, digging into your hipbones hard. He leans in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "I've told you before, pipsqueak. If you want something...ask for it."

His eyes bore into yours in the mirror, a intensity burning in their violet depths. Ask me, they seem to say. Ask me to touch you to taste you, to claim you again. Beg me to fuck you until you can't walk straight.

He watches as your lips part, your breath coming in short, sharp pants. He waits, his heart pounding in his chest as he anticipates your response. Say it, he thinks. Say you want me. Say you need me. Beg me to touch you like I've been dying to.

"I...I..." you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper. He smirks, a curve to his lips as he watches you struggle to form words. So cute, so innocent, he thinks. He leans in closer, his teeth nipping your ear as he whispers, "Go on, pipsqueak. Say it."

"Caleb...please" you whimper, your voice barely audible but dripping with desperate need. It's all the encouragement he needs. Caleb reaches down and slowly lowers the zipper of your skirt and it slides down your legs until it pools at your feet, leaving you bare from the waist down. And just as quickly, Caleb makes short work of his own clothes. His shirt joins your skirt on the floor, followed by his jeans and underwear. His cock springs free, thick and hard and already leaking at the tip.

Before you can do anything he takes your hand, his fingers curling around yours as he leads you to the chair where you sat just moments ago. He sits down, his bare skin warming the cool leather, and pulls you to stand between his spread thighs. The heat of his body envelops you, making your own skin prickle with awareness.

He looks up at you, his eyes glinting with a dark, possessive light as he takes in your reflection . His hands come to rest on your hips, fingers splaying over the bare flesh of your ass as he holds you in place. Mine, his eyes seem to say as they rove over your naked form.

"Look at you," he murmurs, his voice a sensual rumble. "So fucking beautiful. And all mine." His hands slide around to your front, one coming to rest low on your belly while the other cups your mound possessively. "This is what you do to me, baby. This is what you make me want."

Caleb moves his hands to grip your hips once again as he slowly lowers you onto his lap. His cock, hard and thick, slides between your folds, the thick head nudging against your entrance. You feel the heat of him, the pulsing of his flesh against your most intimate place, and it makes your head swim with need.

A moan escapes your lips as he settles you fully in his lap, his thick shaft nestled snugly between your thighs. Your back arches, pressing your breasts out as you throw your head back against his shoulder. Caleb's lips find your neck, pressing hot kisses to the sensitive skin as his hands roam your curves.

"Fuck, baby," he groans against your neck, his hips rocking up slightly to grind his cock against your dripping slit. "You feel so fucking good. So hot and wet and ready for me."

Caleb's hands slide up your sides, his fingers skimming over your skin until they reach the hem of your shirt. Without pausing, he tugs it upwards, exposing your flat stomach and the cute little belly button that sits above your cunt but he doesn't stop there, he keeps going, pulling the shirt and your bra up and over your breasts until they spring free, bouncing slightly from the sudden release. Your tits, perfect handfuls are now on full display in the mirror. The cool air of the room makes your nipples tighten and pucker, begging for attention. His hands cup the soft mounds, his fingers sinking into the pliant flesh as he squeezes and kneads. His thumbs brush over your nipples, teasing the sensitive peaks until they're stiff peaks.

"Fuck, look at these perfect tits," Caleb groans, watching your reflection as he plays with your breasts. "They're even more gorgeous than I remember. I can't wait to get my mouth on them, to suck and bite and mark your beautiful skin." He rolls your nipples between his fingers, pinching and tugging on the sensitive buds as he rocks his hips up against you. His cock slides between your folds once again.

"Oh god", you whimper, feeling your pussy clench and flutter around nothing. "Oh fuck, Caleb" Your hips start to move on their own, grinding down against the hard length of him as your body craves more stimulation. The mirror reflects your desperation, your tits bouncing in his hands as he teases and pleases you.

Caleb's voice is a commanding growl in your ear. "Lift your hips, baby. Just a little bit, that's it." You feel his fingers around your throat, his large hand spanning the delicate column of your neck. His other hand slides down your body, over the soft swell of your belly, to wrap around your thigh. He squeezes the supple flesh, his fingers sinking in as he spreads your leg wider, opening you up to him. You feel the cool air against your dripping core, making you shiver.

Caleb takes advantage of your new position to line himself up with your entrance. The thick head of his cock nudges against your folds, slipping between them to catch on your hole. You feel the heat of him, the hard, throbbing flesh pulsing with need.

"Watch, baby," Caleb commands, "Watch as I claim this pretty little cunt. Watch as I make this pretty pussy mine."

He starts to push forward, his hips rocking up as he sinks into you inch by inch. The mirror allows you to see every moment, every second of your joining. You watch, as your body stretches around his thick cock, your walls fluttering and clenching as they struggle to accommodate his size. Caleb's eyes bore into yours, his gaze intense and consuming. Mine he thinks, watching your expression morph with pleasure. This is what you were made for, baby. To take my cock, to milk it with this greedy little cunt. His hand tightens around your throat, not enough to cut off air, but enough to make you feel owned, claimed, possessed.

Caleb starts to thrust up into you, his hips rocking and rolling as he drives his thick cock deeper and deeper into your tight, clenching heat. And you find yourself meeting his thrusts, your own hips rolling as you take him in. The mirror shows you every detail of his thick cock disappearing between your thighs, only to reappear coated in your arousal.

Caleb keeps your leg spread wide, his hand gripping your thigh hard enough to leave finger shaped bruises. He holds you open, keeping you in place as he fucks into you with deep, powerful strokes. The other hand remains wrapped around your throat, his thumb pressing lightly against your racing pulse.

"Fuck baby," Caleb groans, his voice ragged and rough with lust. "Your pussy feels so fucking good. So hot and tight and perfect." He punctuates each word with a sharp thrust, his pelvis slamming against you as he bottoms out inside you. You can see it, see the way your body swallows him up, see the thick ring of milky white arousal forming at the base of his shaft where he's stretching you open. It's filthy, it's obscene, but it's so fucking hot.

His thrusts become more urgent, more insistent, as he chases his own release. The mirror reflects your bouncing tits, the flesh jiggling and swaying with each powerful surge of his hips. Your mouth is open, soft gasps and whimpers spilling from your lips as you lose yourself in the sensation.

Caleb's eyes are glued to your reflection, watching your every reaction. He sees the way your head lolls back, your eyes glazed over with lust. He sees the string of drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. "Fuck, look at you," a surge of pride and possessiveness rushing through his veins. "Look at how much you love taking my cock."

"Tell me, baby, didn't you wear any panties today, just to tease me? To make me want to bend you over and fuck this pussy raw?" Caleb grins wickedly as you nod, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "That's my girl" he says, feeling a thrill of satisfaction at the knowledge that you deliberately left your pussy bare and exposed, just for him. "Such a naughty little tease, getting me all worked up."

"Keep your legs open for me, baby," Caleb orders, his hand squeezing your thigh harder as he spreads you wider. "I want to watch this pretty cunt as I make you come all over my cock." Then you hear him spit, the cool wetness drips down between the valley of your breasts, trailing down your stomach before dripping onto your pussy. Without wasting a second, Caleb smears the spit around your clit, using it as lubricant. His fingers circle the sensitive nub, rubbing tight, quick circles as he feels your body tensing. Your clit swells under his touch, peeking out from beneath its hood as he strokes and teases and pleasures you. He keeps rubbing, as his hips never stop their rhythm. The mirror shows your body shaking, your tits bouncing, your mouth open in a silent scream as he drives you closer and closer to the edge. Caleb feels your scream building, hears the way your breath hitches and catches in your throat. In a flash, he brings the hand that was on your throat up to cover your mouth, silencing your cries before they can escape and alert Gran of your activities.

But then your teeth sink into the flesh of his palm, biting down hard enough to make him hiss in pained surprise. The sudden, sharp sensation sends a jolt of adrenaline through his body, pushing him over the precipice. Your orgasm crashes over you, your body seizing and shaking as ecstasy whites out your mind. Your cunt clamps down around his cock, walls rippling and fluttering as they try to milk him for all he's worth.

The feeling of your pussy spasming around him, combined with the throbbing ache of your bite,its too much for Caleb. With a moan that he muffles against your hair, he hilts himself inside you and lets go. Thick, hot ropes of cum paint your insides as Caleb's cock pulses and throbs. His hips jerk and stutter, spurting his seed deep inside your cunt as he fills you with his essence. It seems to go on forever, wave after wave of thick, sticky cum pumping into your hole as Caleb marks you, claims you, makes you his.

As the intense waves of your shared orgasms start to fade, you feel Caleb's lips press soft kisses along the column of your neck. His touch is gentle now, almost reverent.

You can feel the thick mix of your combined releases starting to leak out around where you're joined, your over sensitive flesh twitching at the sensation. Caleb's fingers find the source of the dripping wetness, gathering some of the pearly essence on his fingertips.

"Open up, baby," Caleb whispers as he removes his hand from your mouth. "Taste us. Taste what we made together." His fingers press against your lower lip, smearing the sticky fluid across the soft flesh. Almost unconsciously, you part your lips, allowing him access to your mouth. Caleb takes advantage, slipping his finger past your lips to rest on your tongue. The taste of your combined releases floods your senses, the slightly bitter, salty flavor of his cum mixed with the sweeter, tangier essence of your arousal. It's an intoxicating combination that makes your head swim.

"Fuck, that's so hot," Caleb groans, watching your face intently as you suck on his finger. "Seeing you taste our cum, taste the proof of how good we are together."

He slips out of you making you flinch "You better get ready now, pipsqueak, you don't want to be late for whatever plans you have today. But..." His hand tightens in your hair, tugging lighly.

"...when you come back home to me, I'll be waiting. I'll be here, ready to pick up right where we left off." Caleb's other hand slides down to grip your hip possessively, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh. "We only have a few days together, after all. And I plan to make every single second count."

Rafayel's hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as he navigated through the crowded city streets, slower than necessary. The setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink.

"You know," he began, voice laced with a touch of impatience but also a hint of something softer, "you could have just stayed home and I would have understood" His finger tapped an erratic rhythm against the wheel, and he sighed. "I just...I wish we had more time together, just the two of us. Without all this..." He waved a hand vaguely at the windshield, as if gesturing to the world beyond the car.

"Tell you what cutie," he said, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes "if you give me a good enough reason, we can turn around right now. Leave all this nonsense behind and find somewhere... more private."

His lips curved into a playful smirk, a silent invitation hanging in the air between you. The car rolled to a stop at a red light, and Rafayel cocked his head to the side, one eyebrow raised in question. Waiting. Always waiting for your response.

"Nooooo, you actually need to show up this time Rafayel," you say as you looked inside your purse for your lipstick.

"I know, I know," he muttered, more to himself than to you. "You're right, of course. I can't just...skip it." He trailed off, jaw clenched tight.

The light turned green, and Rafayel pressed down on the accelerator, the car lurching forward. He gripped the wheel tighter. "I just...I hate all the pretension. The fake smiles, the insincere compliments..." He shook his head, a look of distaste on his handsome face. "I'd rather spend the time with you, not stuck in some stuffy room filled with people I don't know."

"Have you seen my lipstick? I swear I left it here the last time I used it." You asked still looking through your purse

"Yes, it's back there somewhere..." he murmured. Rafayel watched as you hastily unbuckled your seatbelt, leaning over to rummage through the backseat. He couldn't help but let his gaze linger on the tantalizing curve of your back. Suddenly, you let out a small 'ah!' of triumph and straightened up, holding the tube of lipstick. In doing so, you lose balance for a moment. His eyes widened as he noticed your dress riding up, revealing the tantalizing sight of your bare skin above the seat of your panties... except there were no panties. His foot slipped off the accelerator, the car momentarily slowing.

For a moment, he forgot about the traffic, the show, everything. The world narrowed down to the sight of your exposed skin, the absence of any fabric that should have been there. He swallowed hard, a wave of heat coursed through him, and he gripped the steering wheel tighter to stop his hand from reaching out to touch. He wanted to trail his fingers up the smooth skin of your thigh, to feel the warmth beneath his palm.

"Cutie..." he breathed out, voice low and rough with sudden desire. He tore his gaze away from the tempting view, forcing himself to focus on the road. But he couldn't unsee the image burned into his mind.

Rafayel took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure as he watched you sit back down and apply your lipstick, oblivious to the effect your little display had on him. He swallowed hard, his pants suddenly feeling far too tight and constricting. He forced his gaze back to the road, but he could still see you in his peripheral vision, the way your lips pursed and pressed together as you applied the color. He imagined tasting that lipstick, tasting you, and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Almost there," he muttered, more to himself than to you. He just needed to get through this damn show, and then...then he could focus on indulging in the fantasies running wild through his imagination.

He parked the car in the furthest spot from the gallery entrance, the tires crunching on the gravel as he brought the vehicle to a stop. He turned to you, a grin spreading across his face, eyes glinting with mischief. He reached out, tracing a finger lightly along your jawline, tilting your chin up towards him. His thumb brushed over your newly applied lipstick, smearing the vibrant color slightly.

"Mm, I like this shade," he murmured, voice low and flirtatious. "It reminds me of the color of your lips when I've kissed you breathless...on all of your lips. You see, I remember exactly what you look like, all pink and swollen and glistening, when I've had my face buried between your thighs for hours," his voice was a low, hypnotic rumble. "When I've licked and sucked and teased your clit until you're writhing and begging for release. His hand slid down to your knee, fingers trailing up along your inner thigh, inching higher and higher. His touch was electric, setting off sparks of pleasure that raced through your veins. He watched the blush spread across your cheeks, your thighs clenching together at his bold words. He leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. You could feel the heat radiating off his skin, could smell the intoxicating scent of his cologne.His fingers inched higher up your thigh, his touch bold and purposeful. You knew that somehow he had figured out your little secret. The heat in his gaze told you that much.

"Open your legs for me, cutie, let me see those pretty lips again, the ones that are hiding from me right now." His hand slid higher, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin at the apex of your thighs. He didn't touch you directly, not yet, but he was close. So close that you could feel the anticipation building, could feel your core starting to throb with need.

"Come on," he purred, "don't make me wait. I know you're not wearing anything under that dress. I saw a glimpse of paradise back there."

He licked his lips, eyes gleaming with hunger. "Now be a good girl and open up for me, like you did last night when I had you spreading yourself wide open on my tongue."

His breath hitched as you slowly parted your thighs for him, revealing your bare pussy. His eyes darkened with lust at the sight. "Fuck,..." he breathed, voice rough with desire. "Look at you, so pretty and pink and ready for me." His fingers traced teasingly along your slit, not quite touching, just barely grazing your skin.

Rafayel didn't seem to care about the growing crowd in the parking lot. His focus was solely on you, on the sight of your bare cunt glistening in the fading light. He leaned in closer, the leather of his car seat creaking as he pulled it back giving himself more room.

He slid his hands under your thighs, gripping them tightly as he pulled you closer to the edge of your seat. Your dress rode up around your waist, fully exposing your bare, glistening sex to his eyes.

"Wrap your legs around my shoulders," he commanded, settling between your thighs. "I'm going to make you cum so hard, you won't care if the whole fucking world sees." His hands gripped your lower back tightly as he pulled you up and forward, your head resting on the armrest, your legs draping over his shoulders. He could feel the heat radiating off your core, could smell your intoxicating arousal. It made his cock throb and ache with the need to be inside you.

"Fuck, I can smell how much you want this," he groaned, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. "You're fucking drenched. So wet and ready for me." He leaned in closer, his tongue darting out to take a long, slow lick up your slit. He moaned at the taste of you, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss. "Delicious," he murmured, before diving back in for more.

"Oh god, Rafayel!" you gasped, back arching off the seat as his tongue delved deep into your aching core. Your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tight as jolts of electricity raced through your body. His hands kneaded the globes of your ass, pulling you harder against his mouth, his tongue plunging in and out of your soaked pussy.

Rafayel glanced up, taking in the now crowded parking lot. The closest car was a few spaces away, but still within clear view of anyone who cared to look in your direction. He could see people already heading towards the gallery entrance but he was too far gone to care. All he could focus on was the intoxicating taste of you on his tongue, the way your body trembled and quaked beneath his touch.

He licks you again, this time slower, he flattens his tongue and licks you from the bottom up, going particularly slow over your pulsating clit. The pressure builds as he finally does what he knows will be your undoing. His tongue swirled up to your clit with the perfect amount of pressure and you loose yourself to him and the thrashing of his tongue on your clit. The coil deep in your stomach curled painfully tight when he sucked your clit into his mouth, a strangled cry escapes you as your body falls over the edge, he plunges two fingers inside of you as you cum, and the bliss is catastrophic. You no longer cared to hold back the scream or to stop your thighs from clamping his head firmly between them.

"That's it, cutie," he praised, voice rough and ragged. "Fucking soak my face. I want everyone to know I'm the one who made you feel this good."

He didn't let up until your body went boneless, slumping back against the seat, chest heaving as you gasped for air. Only then did he pull back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a smug and thoroughly satisfied grin on his face. Rafayel quickly tugged your dress down, covering your cunt as he fumbled for his phone on the console between the seats. He put it on speaker and dialed Thomas's number, his thumb hovering over the call button.

Thomas picked up on the second ring, his voice filtering through the car's speakers. "Hello? Rafayel? We were starting to think you wouldn't make it to-"

"Hey, listen," Rafayel interrupted, his voice still rough from his exertions. "I need you to do me a favor. I...I won't be able to make it to the show tonight, something came up." He shot a meaningful glance at your flushed appearance, biting back a smirk.

"Tell everyone I apologize for my absence and that I'll make it up to you all soon. I have to take care of something important" He ended the call abruptly, not giving Thomas a chance to protest, and tossed the phone aside. The engine roared to life as he put the car in gear and drove out of the parking spot, leaving the gallery behind.

"Where are we going?" you asked breathlessly, still trying to catch your breath from the intensity of your orgasm.

Rafayel flashed you a wicked grin, his eyes gleaming with renewed lust and desire. "Back to my place. I'm not done with you yet, not by a long shot." He reached over, resting his hand high up on your thigh, fingers teasing the hem of your dress. "I'm going to take my time with you, explore every inch of this gorgeous body. And then, maybe, just maybe I'll give you another screaming orgasm, but this time on my cock."

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cowboysandcigarettes · 3 days ago

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JUNO

summary; watching dean work with some kids on a case leads you to an interesting realization.

warnings! established relationship, canon-typical violence, talk of pregnancy, smut!, praise kink, breeding kink (oops), soft sex, but it kinda unintentionally turned nasty, unprotected p in v (stay safe!)

CASES WITH KIDS WERE ALWAYS HARD. you had a soft spot for kids, especially little ones, even with their sticky fingers and clingy hands.

you had always thought about having kids, but once you became a hunter, you threw that idea out the window. hunting was no life to raise a kid in, god knows you only barely survived in your late teens.

when you met dean, you fell fast and you fell hard. it was difficult to resist his charms and good looks, but your case of lovesickness only grew as you and the elder winchester grew closer. he slowly opened up to you, allowing you to peel back the layers of toughness and defense that he had built up over the years, letting you see the real him.

that only made you fall more in love.

luckily, the feeling was mutual, for as soon as dean had set eyes on you, he was gone. he instantly knew you were the most beautiful thing he had ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on, and as soon as you opened your pink lips to greet him─cussing him out for hijacking your hunt actually─he was completely done for.

neither of you had said anything for a long time, letting the feelings and tension build up over the years until it all came to a boiling point after a hunt almost gone wrong. you had barely had time to take a breath after almost dying before dean's roughened hands were on your face, grabbing you and crashing your lips to his.

you had been together ever since, and although the thought of having kids occasionally popped in your head, you figured dean would never want that. he was a hunter through and through, he could never leave the life, and if you were to have a kid, you could never raise them the way you and him had been raised.

so you pushed those dreams deep down, happy to live your chaotic life with dean, content with just the two of you.

but then you ended up in oregon.

♡ ♡ ♡

the case was a pain in the ass, a couple of rogue vampires taking kids, 'training' them to become a part of their nest.

finding the bloodsuckers was easy enough, they had been holing up in some old farmhouse off the highway, posing as new townsfolk and greeting the neighbors to scout their next victims. it only took the boys and you a day to find the farmhouse and pile into the impala, rumbling off to save the day once again.

the three of you had charged in after a quick surveillance, machetes in hand and dead man's blood at the ready as you crept in, trying not to wake the vamps. unfortunately, they were still up and at 'em, and suddenly ambushed the three of you before you could even process it.

there was only two of them and three of you, but with their enhanced strength and skills, it was pretty much a fair fight. sam and you had been fighting off one of them, dean grappling with the other, when the situation had grown more complicated.

the fight managed to be pushed into one of the other backrooms of the farmhouse, which just happened to be where the vamps were holding the kids. you noticed first, telling sam and calling out to dean before swiftly turning back to your own fight.

"i got 'em!" he calls back, kicking his vamp straight in the chest and sprinting over to where the three kids were tied up, tears streaking down their dirt covered faces.

you manage to get the jump on your own opponent, knocking the monster down. movement out of the corner of your eye catches your attention, and you look up to see the vamp dean had been fighting pushing himself up from the ground, fangs bared and snarling at dean, whose back was turned as he untied the kids.

"hey, ugly!" you call, a quick nod from sam assuring you that he had the other creature handled. the one snarling at dean turned in your direction, pausing for a moment before his lips curled again, baring his rows of sharp, deadly teeth at you. you just gripped your machete tighter, bracing yourself in a fighting position. "come and get it."

the creature hissed and charged at you, but you were one step ahead. you noted the flimsy floorboard in front of you and you waited until he was a few steps away before raising your machete over your head, bringing it down hard on the shaky board.

the impact of the blade further destabilized the wood, and as you stepped back, the vamp stepped on that floorboard, his leg crashing through, leaving him stuck. he cried out and growled, hissing and flailing his hands around, trying to reach for you, but before he could even call out to his buddy, you raised your machete again, swinging it around and cutting the bloodsucker's head clean off.

the creature's skull thudded against the wood as it fell, and you stood there for a moment, catching your breath before you lifted your head, trying to find sam. a proud grin spreads across your face as you see him standing at the foot of the other vamp, it's head cut off just like the other one. he meets your gaze, and you both turn to head towards the exit, cleaning off your machetes on some nearby hay bales.

you walk behind sam to the impala, pleased to have come out of the farmhouse with minimal blood staining your skin and clothes. you hear dean's voice before you see him, and as you round the car to greet him, you cut yourself off as you take in the scene in front of you.

the three children are leaning against the door of the imapala, their heads barely reaching the bottom of the window, faces dirt stained and tear streaked. the sight would break your heart if you weren't so distracted by dean, who was crouching in front of them, an easy, comforting smile on his lips as he spoke to them softly.

"see? i told you we'd get 'em for you," he tells them, and the gentle tone of his voice makes you melt a little. "you guys were so brave, doin' exactly as i said and helping each other get out. you guys are real superheroes."

the little boy in the middle, the youngest of the three, looks at dean with wide eyes, still glistening with tears, but there's no more trace of sadness other than the tear tracks on his dusty cheeks. "like batman?" he asks, his small voice slightly wobbly.

dean grins wider at that, and you can practically see the sparks in his eyes as he nods at the little boy. "hell yeah, exactly like batman," he assured the boy. "he'd be so proud of how brave you were, all of you. i mean seriously, i was so scared, but you guys were totally badass."

all three of the children's faces lit up at that, the two girls on either side of the little boy looking at each other and giggling softly before looking back at dean.

he pretended to be confused, cocking his head and looking between the two girls. "what's so funny?" he asks, his lips twitching as he fights off a smile.

"you said a bad word," the girl on the left says, giggling at dean's face.

dean pretends to be offended, quipping something back at the girl to make all three of them laugh again, but you don't hear what, because suddenly you're picturing doing that with another kid.

your kid.

images flash through your head of dean, a little girl in his arms, a sweet smile on his lips as he rocks her gently. dean and a boy with his eyes and your hair standing side by side as he teaches him how to fix up the impala. you and dean side by side as you watch the milestones of your child's life, the look in dean's eyes as he holds them for the first time.

you bite your lip as you watch him with the kids, your heart warming in your chest. but the heat doesn't stop there, it travels through your chest, pooling quickly in your core as you suddenly picture yourself pregnant, dean's hands on your stomach, your sensitive breasts, hips and all over as he takes care of you.

the movement of dean standing up snaps you out of your fantasy, and with a soft smile, you help him and sam load the kids into the impala, offering to sit with them in the back, dean driving and sam in the passenger seat.

the drive back into town wasn't short, but you honestly were content to sit in the car for a couple hours as the kids eagerly conversed with you. they were smart, and you were surprised at their range of vocabulary as they told you about themselves.

you learned that the two girls were sisters, maia and ruby, that they were six and eight, and had a cat named max that they loved to death. the little boy's name was logan, and he didn't talk as much, oddly staying quiet as the girls chatted away at you, but once they turned into talking amongst themselves, he started telling you about all of his favorite superheroes.

eventually, exhaustion dragged the poor kids under, maia and ruby curling into each other, your heart warming when you felt the weight of logan's body leaning into yours. you let him lean against you, gently lifting your arm and resting it over his shoulder, holding him to you.

not so long into his slumber however, logan began to squirm against you, catching your attention as a small, heartbreaking cry left his lips. the poor boy was having a nightmare.

gently, you gripped his shoulders, squeezing lightly as you tried to wake him up. "hey, shh, hey, logan it's okay," you whisper, your heart clenching as another soft cry leaves his lips.

dean's eyes snap to you in the rear view mirror, the cry breaking his concentration on the road. "he okay?"

"he's having a nightmare," you say, meeting dean's eyes for a second, before a pained gasp draws your attention back to the boy next to you. his eyes snap open, brimming with tears as they meet yours, his trembling lips parted like he's trying to say something, but nothing comes out. "hey, hey, buddy, it's okay, you're okay."

you're shocked when he suddenly surges forward, crashing into you with a sniffle. as soon as he does though, your instincts kick in, your arms wrapping tightly around him, one hand cupping the back of his head to you as you shush him softly.

"shh, s'alright honey, you're safe, you're okay," you whisper, tilting your head down to press a kiss to the top of his head, continuing to murmur soft reassurances into his slightly matted hair.

what you didn't see was dean watching you in the rear view mirror. his eyes stayed glued on you and the little boy until he absolutely had to look back at the road, doing so just long enough that he didn't crash, then his gaze returned to you.

something about seeing you with the kids, the way you interacted with and entertained them the whole ride, and especially now, watching you hold and care for this little boy you didn't even know, it did something to him. it started with a pull in his chest, squeezing at his heart, but it moved lower and lower, sparking a heat in his stomach as images flashed in his mind.

you, barefoot and your soft stomach swollen as you grew his child inside of you. you, holding his child in your arms, just like you're doing to little logan right now. a life out of hunting, the life he's always secretly dreamed of, white picket fence and all. dean thinks about how you'd feel, the way your body would change, how he'd be able to mold it with his hands, how sensitive you'd be as he drags his fingers over your skin, up to your chest, making you moan his name.

he's abruptly brought out of his thoughts as a soft melody reaches his ears. he lifts his eyes to the mirror again, and he swears if he was standing up, he would've swooned.

you've got the little boy cradled to your chest, one of your hands cupping the back of his head to hold him to you as you rock gently, your lips pressed to his head, but he can still hear your soft voice.

singing.

dean had never heard you sing before, but he decided then and there that screw his pride, he was gonna ask you to sing for him.

later, after maia and ruby had been dropped off, not going before giving dean a crushing hug, the impala rumbled over to the other side of town to logan's house.

you hoisted the sleeping boy higher in your arms, holding him securely against your chest and covering the back of his head as you step out of the impala, nodding to sam and dean in silent assurance before walking up to the small house.

dean just watched you through the window, his eyes glued to you as you knocked on the door, careful not to wake logan. his anxious tapping of the steering wheel slows to a stop, a contrast to the beat of his heart, which rapidly speeds up as the front door opens, his eyes glued to you as the hysterical parents graciously thank you. his gaze never leaves you, eyes zeroed in on you as you hand over the sleeping boy, his racing heart swelling as you smile at them, leaning down to press one last kiss to the sleeping boy's head before bidding them goodbye.

sam clears his throat next to him, snapping dean out of his daze as you turn to head back to where they wait in the impala. dean tears his eyes from you to glare at sam, who has a knowing smirk on his face.

"what?" dean snaps, a flush crawling up his neck at being caught staring at you.

"nothing," sam replies, shrugging nonchalantly, but the smirk never leaves his face. "just never figured you were the type."

"type?" dean asks, his brow furrowing in confusion. "type to what?"

sam opens his mouth to respond, but he doesn't get the chance to as you open the door of the impala, swiftly sliding into the backseat pausing at the looks on the brothers faces.

"am i interrupting something?" you ask, raising your eyebrows as you look between them.

the brothers share a look, doing their silent telepathy trick that you've never understood, but then dean is clearing his throat and starting the car, eyes focused through the window as he pulls out of the driveway. "nope, just ready to get back to the motel," he responds curtly, and you can sense there's more to it, but you don't pry.

the ride back to the motel is silent except for the soft hum of the radio in the background, but you don't mind. all you can focus on anyways if getting dean alone in your motel room.

when you finally do arrive, you practically drag him out of the car, ignoring sam's roll of his eyes as you hastily unlock the motel room, stumbling in with more force then necessary and closing it behind you.

"what's the rush?" dean questions, the signature winchester smirk on his lips as he shrugs off his jacket and flannel, tossing them onto a nearby chair. "didn't know you got hot and bothered over killin' vamps."

you normally would respond with a roll of your eyes, quipping something back at him, but right now you're too focused the way his plain black t shirt is stretched over his chest, his biceps practically bulging in the sleeves making you almost salivate. you bite your lip as your eyes rake over him, lingering on his arms as the images of him gently cradling your child creep back into your head, making a familiar heat curl in your stomach.

he notices the lack of response, taking a step closer to you, ducking his head slightly to try and meet your gaze. "uh, hello? you gonna tell me what's got you all worked up or are you just gonna keep starin' at me like i'm a fresh piece o' pie?" he asks, snapping you out of your daze, your eyes flicking up to meet his.

your face heats up, a flush painting your cheeks as you avert your gaze sheepishly, slightly embarrassed at the thoughts running through your head.

"s'nothing," you mumble, dropping your eyes to your feet, suddenly finding the floor very interesting.

dean tuts at you, stepping closer, close enough that the tips of his boots come into view where your eyes are stuck on the ground. "ain't nothin' if it's got you flustered like this, sweetheart," he drawls, lifting a hand to your chin, cupping it and raising your head to meet his gaze. "so, i'll ask again. what's got my girl all worked up?"

you bite your lip again, your thighs involuntarily clenching together at the low timbre of his voice, the heat in your core starting to outweigh your pride. "i just..." you start, feeling the anxiety bubble up in your chest as you start to ramble. "you were really good with the kids today and i know its stupid, and i know you don't want kids but i saw you with them and it just really got me goin' for some reason and-"

"woah, woah," dean cuts you off, both of his hands moving to cup your cheeks, keeping your eyes focused on his, his thumbs stroking your cheeks gently like he could slow your rapid heartbeat through your skin. "slow down, baby, take a breath."

he just stares at you for a moment and you get the hint, taking in a slow breath, exhaling and letting some of the tension flow from your body. "good girl," he murmurs, tucking some of your hair behind your ear gently. "so, from what i heard, you are all worked up, thighs clenchin' and everything because of watchin' me with the kids?"

you don't answer with words, anxiety too tight in your throat as heat creeps up your neck, so you just nod your head in his hands.

"use your words, pretty girl," dean corrects, but there's something deeper in his voice, and you swear you can see his eyes darken as his grip on your face tightens just slightly.

"yes," you breathe out, swiping your tongue over your dry lips before pulling the bottom one between your teeth.

"oh, that's it, huh?" he asks, his voice lowering to a rumble that sends a shiver up your spine. "you wanna make me a daddy? let me fill you up and make you a mama?"

your eyes widen in surprise at his reaction, and you feel a flood of arousal drench your panties, making you clench your thighs together harder. the shock of his words wears off as he squeezes your cheeks a little tighter, urging you to answer him.

a strangled whine leaves your throat at the images his words create in your lust-hazed brain, and when you nod in his grip, a groan leaves his lips, his pupils dilating so much there's only a ring of shining evergreen around them.

"shit, babygirl, you have no idea what that does to me.." he growls, one of his hands slipping from your cheek to grip your hip tightly. he pulls you flush against him, and you can feel the heat of his body, along with the hardness that is pressed into your stomach, making your knees weak. "i was thinkin' the same about you all damn night long."

"you were?" you ask, your voice turning into more of a squeak when he dips his head down to nip at your neck.

"uh huh," dean mumbles into your skin, sucking on your pulse point so hard you swear stars flash behind your eyes. "just the way you interacted with the kids, when logan had that nightmare...all the sudden i just pictured you, all barefoot 'n round with my kid."

you whimper at the image, your eyes slipping shut as his hands drag down to the hem of your shirt, tugging on it lightly before pulling back enough to tear it over your head, tossing it who knows where before diving back down to btie at your neck.

"dean..." you moan breathlessly, back arching to give him more access as he trails his hands up to deftly unclip your bra, sliding the straps down your shoulders.

"that what you want?" he growls your name, the heat in his voice so intense you suddenly feel dizzy. "you want me to fill you up? fuck you so deep it sticks, then you can go around tellin' everyone it was me who knocked you up?"

you nod desperately, grinding your hips into him, groaning in frustration when you get no friction. "yes, god yes," you pant, gripping his shoulders to push him back from you enough to look him in the eyes. "please-"

that was all it took for the last of his resolve to break.

the next few moments were a blur of belt buckles and buttons as you both tugged at each others clothes, ripping them off and tossing them onto the floor of the now disheveled motel room. eventually, you both landed on the bed, now bare to each other, dean falling on top of you and immediately crashing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss.

you moan into his mouth, arching your back and wrapping your arms around his shoulders to dig your nails into his skin, bucking your hips up into him. the what between your thighs was too much now, an almost painful ache that only worsened when his hands slipped down to grab your grinding hips, pinning them firmly to the mattress.

"dean-" you start to whine when he pulls away from ravaging your mouth, but he cuts you off with another fierce kiss, stealing your breath away before he pulls back again, his eyes burning as they took you in.

"jesus christ," dean murmurs your name, his gaze raking down your flushed skin, lingering on your heaving chest before landing on the now sticky mess between your legs. "you've got no idea what you do to me, pretty girl."

"please dean," you whine, hips wiggling under his grip. when he doesn't acknowledge your plea, your hands drag up his shoulders to tightly tangle in the short strands of his hair, tugging until his eyes are on yours. "fuck me, please."

if possible, dean's eyes darken further, the jade that you love so much almost completely consumed by lust blown black, the sight making your thighs tighten around his hips.

"can't refuse my girl, now can i?" he pants, one of his hands leaving your hip to pump himself a few times before he lines himself up with your sopping entrance. your breath hitches as his leaking head notches at your hole, fingers digging into his scalp. it only seems to spur him on, a deep groan reverberating in his chest before he pushes into you, low moans leaving you both at the feeling. "fuck, sweetheart, you feel so fuckin' good."

your jaw goes slack, your eyes going hooded as he fills you to the brim, your body hyper aware of every ridge and vein as his cock settles in your clenching walls. you both stay still for a moment, getting used to the feel of each other, before the ache in your core starts to build again.

"move, dean, move, please," you whimper, opening your heavy eyes to meet his, wriggling your hips under him.

he groans, nodding before dropping his forehead to yours, his breath fanning over your lips. he's still not moving, and you open your mouth to beg him again, but before you can say a word, he pulls out almost all the way, gripping your hips tightly, then slams back into you, hard.

you cry out, your back arching as your hands move to grip his shoulders for dear life, your nails leaving red crescent shapes in their wake. he doesn't give you time to recover before he's doing it again, then again, and again, until he's building a steady pace that has your legs wrapping tightly around his waist, your toes curling in the air.

"oh fuck- dean-" you choke, words cut off as a particularly harsh thrust has his tip ramming into your cervix with so much force that your vision goes black for a second.

"shit, yeah..yeah that's it, pretty girl," dean grunts in response, the force of his thrusts causing his nose to bump yours, your foreheads still pressed together. "let me feel ya, squeeze this pretty pussy 'round me till she gushes all over my cock."

his filthy words only push you closer to the edge, your nails dragging down his back, making him groan. "fuck, fuck," you gasp as he rubs against that sweet, gummy spot inside you, your back arching as the coil in your stomach tightens.

"mhm, right there, baby?" he growls, his words almost a coo as he angles his hips to hit that sensitive spot with each thrust. "yeah, that's it right there. c'mon, you're so close, aren't ya, pretty girl?"

you nod, clenching your eyes shut as his thrusts punch broken whines and whimpers from you, leaving you breathless. a sharp slap to your thigh has your eyes flying open, a small yelp leaving you at the stinging contact.

"eyes on me, baby," he demands, and you oblige, your mouth hanging open as you continue to fly towards the edge. "atta girl, there you go. such a naughty fuckin' girl, gettin' wet 'cause all you wanted was my cock in you, fillin' you with my cum 'til it sticks. that's what you want, isn't it, baby? to be full of my cum, waiting 'til it sticks, then being full 'n round with my kid?"

all you can do is moan, the harsh movements of his hips and the way his tip his hitting the tip of your cervix perfectly succeeding in fucking you dumb.

"yeah, that's what i thought," dean mumbles, tilting his head to nip at your bottom lip, slipping one hand between your sweat slicked bodies to rub tight circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. "cum for me, baby, squeeze my cock 'til there's nothing left, ya know you want it. c'mon mama, give it to me."

the nickname is what pushes you over the edge with a scream that you think is his name, but you're too far gone to really know. your mind goes blank as your orgasm crashes over you in white hot pleasure, back arching and legs shaking.

somewhere in the back of your hazy mind, you hear dean groan your name, and you can feel his sticky release painting your insides, the warmth making your toes curl and legs shake as you come down.

when you start to regain some of your senses, dean's head is buried in your neck, his breath hot and heavy against your skin as he brings himself back down to earth. his rough hands run soothingly up and down your sides, sliding down to your trembling thighs.

after a moment, the room silent except for the both of yours heavy pants, dean speaks up, his voice slightly hoarse.

"goddamn, babygirl, 'f i knew me knockin' you up got you so turned on i would've brought it up a long time ago," he mutters into your neck, pulling a tired laugh from your lungs.

you sigh softly, head falling back against the bed as you try to bring your heartbeat down, his words ringing in your head. "thought you didn't want kids," you mumble in response, your hands stroking gently along his back, soothing the marks you made.

"i-" dean starts, but cuts himself off, pausing for a moment before he lifts his head from your sweaty skin to look down at you. one of his hands comes up, brushing some of your damp hair away from your eyes, his thumb lingering as he brushes the digit gently over your brow. "i didn't, not really. not until you."

the words steal the breath from your lungs again, your eyes widening slightly as you stare up at him. you search his expression for any sort of insincerity, but all you find is a look of love so intense you feel like he's tearing your heart straight from your chest. "not until me?" you ask, your voice barely above a hoarse whisper.

"not until you," he repeats, his words soft. he stares at you for a moment before sighing, tilting his head as he continue to admire you. "i never thought i would get a chance at the apple pie life, hell i didn't even really want to think about it, but then i met you, and everything changed."

his words, so heartfelt and so real, leave you speechless, your heart still pounding in your chest as you stared up at him in awe.

"you make me want all of those things, make me think i actually might deserve them," he continues, his thumb still brushing softly at your skin. "and i know we haven't...officially talked about it, but i love you, and if it really is somethin' you want, there's no one else i'd rather start a family with. if-if that's what you want, 'f course."

you don't even hesitate before you answer, a smile pulling at your lips. "yes," you breathe out, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. "there's no one i'd rather do it with."

a grin lights up dean's face, a look of boyish joy highlighting his features. without responding first, he grabs your face in his hands, cupping your cheeks and peppering kisses all over your heated face, making you giggle.

"you have no idea how damn happy that makes me," he mumbles between kisses, pressing on last, lingering kiss to your lips before dipping his head again, burrowing into your neck, his arms wrapping tightly around you. "you're gonna be the best mama."

you laugh softly, a warm feeling spreading in your chest as you wrap your arms around him in return. "we gotta get cleaned up first, then we'll continue this conversation," you mutter into his hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, but he just grumbles, burying his face further in your neck.

"later," he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your pulse point, content with just holding you in his arms. "just wanna stay here."

"okay," you whisper into his hair, relaxing into his hold. "we can stay here."

dean hums into your neck, and you can feel him smile against your skin, making your heart skip a beat in your chest. you knew it wasn't going to be easy, getting out of the life never was, hell just living as hunters wasn't easy, and raising a kid was gonna be harder. but you knew that you had dean, and in the end, that's all that mattered.

he was all that mattered.

bri's thoughts! bri write a position that isn't missionary challenge: fail. (i'm sorry i'm basic i crave intimacy) okay so here it is! finally actually finished something (the 50 unfinished works in my drafts are screaming at me rn) and now i'm gonna go to bed and dream about being on snl because it is my current obsession, especially after the 50th anniversary episode, which i recommend everybody watch! so i won't shut up about that but anyways, here this finally!

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wonsiwon · 2 days ago

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Jealous Over a Bunny? | p.sh

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sinopsis | where sunghoon finds himself unexpectedly jealous of a giant jellycat bunny. feeling ignored by the giant bunny, decides to give you something else to be entertained by: himself.

pairing | boyfriend!sunghoon x fem!reader

genre | established relationship, smut

warnings | pussy eating + fingering + nicknames + messy sex + no mention of protection.

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sunghoon didn’t think it through. at the time, it seemed like a cute idea—he knew how much you loved plushies, and the way your face lit up when you saw the giant jellycat bunny was totally worth it. but now? now that stupid thing had basically replaced him.

every time he came over, it was there. taking up space on your bed, always by your side, like some oversized third wheel. you’d hug it at night, bury your face into it, and sunghoon would just sit there, arms crossed, watching you get all cozy with a stuffed animal instead of him.

he’d tried to reason with you. maybe put it in the corner or something, he suggested once, already knowing you’d ignore him. and, of course, you did. the bunny wasn’t going anywhere.

that’s when it started bothering him more than it should. he’d lie next to you, barely getting any space, watching as you clung to that thing like it was the best thing in the world. and yeah, it was stupid to be jealous over a plushie, but here he was, glaring at the bunny like it personally offended him.

sunghoon sat at the edge of your bed, staring at the ridiculous plush like it had personally wronged him. it was stupid—he knew that. but the way you were practically draped over it, using its leg as a pillow while you scrolled through your phone, just pissed him off for no reason.

“that thing takes up half your bed” he muttered, eyeing it like it might move just to spite him.

you hummed in response, barely glancing up. “mhm. it’s comfy.”

sunghoon scoffed, running a hand through his hair. “you have a whole boyfriend, and you’re cuddling that.”

you finally looked up at him, your lips curving into a knowing smile. “are you jealous of a stuffed animal?”

sunghoon stiffened, the edge of his mouth twitching. “no.” he said quickly, maybe a little too quickly. but it was stupid, right? getting worked up over a plushie. still, he couldn’t help it. it felt like you were hugging it more than him these days.

sunghoon shifted uncomfortably, watching as you giggled, completely absorbed in your phone. it had been minutes since he arrived, and you hadn’t even looked up. the bunny had fully claimed your attention, and he was just… there.

before all this, he used to be the one you’d curl up with at night, the one you’d lay on after a long day, but now it was that stupid bunny.

he exhaled sharply, trying to push the feeling down. he wasn’t about to make a big deal out of it, but it did feel a little ridiculous. slowly, he slid onto the bed next to you, leaning back against the headboard with his arms still crossed.

“so..” he started casually “you planning on giving me any attention today, or should i just get comfy next to… mr. bunny over here?” sunghoon leaned in slightly, his voice softer now, a hint of playful irritation. “princess, you’re really going to make me fight with a stuffed animal for your attention?”

sunghoon watched as you slowly put your phone away, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips when you crawled into his lap. he raised an eyebrow, but before he could say anything, you leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his nose.

“is this better?” you asked, your voice playful but soft.

before you could tease him, he tilted his head, closing the distance between you in one smooth motion. his lips brushed against yours, properly, slow, warm, and just a little bit teasing.

his other hand found its way to your jaw, thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. he hummed against your lips, a low sound of satisfaction, as you curled your fingers into the fabric of his hoodie.

his kiss deepened, his tongue gently brushing against your bottom lip, asking for more. and when you opened to him, he took it as an invitation. you responded just as eagerly, your hands gripping the back of his hoodie tighter as his tongue traced the inside of your mouth, pushing you further into the kiss.

The subtle grind of your hips against his didn’t go unnoticed. sunghoon’s breath hitched, and his grip on your waist tightened, a low groan escaping him as he shifted to meet the movement. your body moved against his in a slow, feeling him harden beneath you. the kiss became all-consuming, hot and messy.

"you know.." he murmured, his voice low and husky. his lips found your neck, trailing hot kisses along your skin. you shivered, tilting your head to give him better access. “why don't we give your little friend a show?"

his hands roamed your body, and as your clothes fell away, sunghoon turned you abruptly over onto your stomach. you felt the soft fur of the giant bunny plushie beneath you.

"face down." sunghoon commanded as he swatted his hand against your ass, the sound of it ringing through the room. you let out a whine, burying your face into the plush belly of the stuffed animal.

his hands trailed down your back, fingers tracing the curve of your spine. he leaned over you, his breath hot against your neck as he pressed soft kisses along your shoulder. you shivered, face still buried in the plush bunny's fur.

“look at you" sunghoon murmured, his hot breath tickled the back of your neck as he pressed himself against you, his hardness evident through his pants. "so beautiful."

he gripped your hips firmly, his fingers digging into your flesh as he slowly grinded against you. "you like that, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. "feeling me, all hard and ready for you." his hand sliding down your belly to cup your mound through your panties. he rubbed gently, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm. “tell me what you want, baby," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "tell me how you want me to fuck you."

you arched your back, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. Your breath hitched as his fingers traced the outline of your lips through the thin fabric of your panties. “please.." you gasped, your voice trembling with need.

sunghoon growled low in his throat, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties. he pulled them down slowly, his knuckles brushing against your sensitive skin.

his hands moved to his belt, the metal buckle clinking loudly as he undid it. he slid the leather strap through the loops of his pants, the sound echoing in the room. you watched over your shoulder as he unbuttoned his jeans, slowly pulling down the zipper. he pushed his pants down his hips, revealing his the waistband of his boxers.

you could see the outline of his erection straining against the fabric, the tip damp with pre-cum. he hooked his thumbs into the elastic, pulling his boxers down inch by inch. his cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head glistening in the dim light. he gripped himself at the base, giving his shaft a few slow pumps. then, with a wicked grin, he pressed the tip against your entrance, rubbing it up and down your slit.

you moaned loudly, your hips bucking back against him as he teased you with the tip of his cock. "that’s it, baby," he encouraged, one hand sliding up to tangle in your hair. "let me hear you." sunghoon chuckled, as he continued his slow torture, circling your entrance with his tip but refusing to push inside.

your moans grew louder, more desperate and just when you thought you might explode from frustration, he finally gave you what you craved.

with a smooth thrust, sunghoon entered you, filling you completely. your fingers clutched at the bunny's fur as pleasure coursed through your body. "fuck…” sunghoon growled, his voice thick with lust. "you feel so good, baby. so tight and wet for me."

the giant bunny plushie beneath you shifted with each thrust, its soft fur tickling your bare skin. you clutched at its ears, muffling your moans against its plush body.

you lift your head, meeting the bunny's innocent button eyes. the contrast between its cute appearance and the lewd acts being performed around it only heightened your arousal. you gripped its ears tightly, rolling your eyes when you felt his hands sliding up to grab your breasts. he squeezed them roughly, pinching your nipples between his fingers.

“shit, your pussy is gripping me so tight.” sunghoon panted, his hips moving at a frantic pace now. “im gonna fill you up, baby.”

"im gonna cum" you whine and he leaned over you, his muscular chest pressing against your back as he pounded into you mercilessly.

"come for me, baby” he commanded, his voice a low, seductive growl. the bunny plushie beneath you bounced wildly, its stuffing shifting with each aggressively thrust. tears streamed down your face as you cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" you sobbed, your nails digging into the bunny's fur.

with a final, deep thrust, Sunghoon buried himself deep inside you. but Sunghoon didn't stop. he gripped your hips tightly, flipping you onto your back. before you could catch your breath, he buried his face between your legs, his tongue delving into your dripping core.

“oh god” you gasped, your body arching off the bed.

sunghoon’s tongue delved into your folds, lapping at your juices like a man starved. He sucked on your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of your soaked entrance.

your legs trembled as he pushed you towards another orgasm.

“sunghoon, please..” you begged, your voice breaking. "I need...I need..."

he knew exactly what you needed. with a final, hard suck on your clit, he pushed you over the edge. you came undone, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. sunghoon didn't stop, his tongue and fingers working you through your orgasm until you were a sobbing, shaking mess beneath him. "that’s it, baby” he murmured, kissing his way up your body.

But he wasn't done with you yet.

sunghoon crawled up your body, his lips trailing kisses along your collarbone and neck. he captured your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue sliding against yours, letting you taste yourself on him. you moaned into the kiss, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly. he settled between your legs, his hard dick pressing against you again. you gasped, breaking the kiss to look up at him with hooded eyes.

"sunghoon, I don't know if I can..." you started, but he silenced you with another kiss.

"I'll be gentle," he murmured against your lips. slowly, carefully, he entered you, giving you time to adjust to his size. you whimpered, your nails digging into his back as he filled you completely.

he began to move, his thrusts long and deep, hitting that sweet spot inside you with each pass. you legs wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper, faster.

sunghoon's piercing gaze locked onto yours, his intense stare sending shivers down your spine. his sharp jawline was clenched, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his pale skin as he moved above you. you couldn't help but admire the way his biceps flexed with each thrust.

his dark hair was messy, falling across his forehead, and his full lips were parted as he panted with exertion. but it was his eyes that held you captive - the way they burned with desire, the way they drank in every inch of your body as if committing it to memory.

"you're so fucking gorgeous," he moaned. "I could spend hours just looking at you."

sunghoon's thrusts slowed, he leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss. his breathing grew heavier, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

“fuck, baby..” he gasped, breaking the kiss. "im gonna cum. im gonna fill you up so fucking deep." he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning across your skin. his hips snapped forward, driving into you with a final, deep thrust. you felt him pulse inside you as he reached his peak, his release warm and thick as it spilled inside of you.

sunghoon collapsed on top of you, his body heavy and spent. he panted heavily, his face buried in the crook of your neck. he rolled off you, flopping onto his back beside you. He threw an arm over his eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he caught his breath.

you lay there, a trembling, satisfied mess. your hair was a wild tangle, sticking to your sweat-dampened forehead. your lips were swollen and bruised from sunghoon’s kisses, your neck marked with hickeys. you looked utterly destroyed.

he reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“you okay?" he murmured, his voice filled with awe and tenderness. you nodded, snuggling against him.

"im perfect." you yawned, your eyelids growing heavy. sunghoon tightened his hold on you, his hand continuing its gentle caress.

his gaze drifted to the bunny, a small smirk played on his lips as his mind raced with dirty thoughts. he pictured you, naked and alone, grinding against the bunny plushie, your hands exploring your body as you pleasured yourself. he imagined the way your breasts would bounce, the sounds of your moans filling the room. he felt his cock stirring again at the thought, eager for more.

“what are you thinking about?" you asked, noticing his distant gaze and the growing bulge in his lap. he snapped back to reality, a smirk spreading across his face.

“nothing much” he lied smoothly.

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yois2aki · 2 days ago

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you watched from across the room as caleb laughed, CALEB's eyes sparkling with amusement as he spoke to a girl from his class. her voice was high-pitched and bubbly, and she was leaning in just a little too close, making you feel an odd tightness in your chest. you didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but it was hard to ignore the way they interacted—so carefree, so… effortless.

you found yourself shrinking back, feeling small and uncertain in the corner of the room. you had always known caleb was popular, had always been the center of attention wherever he went, but something about the way he was so engaged with her made you feel… invisible.

maybe it was the way she touched his arm when she laughed or the way she smiled at him, a look that made your heart twist. you’d never seen that expression directed at you, not in that way. you couldn’t help but wonder if it was something that would eventually lead to more.

“maybe i’m just overthinking it,” you whispered to yourself, but the thoughts kept creeping back in. what if he liked her? what if he was just being nice to you because he felt obligated? your insecurities bubbled to the surface, a wave of doubt flooding your mind.

you tried to distract yourself, but your gaze kept flicking back to them. caleb was laughing again—genuinely, without a care in the world—and your heart sank lower.

you hadn’t noticed how much time had passed until you heard the door to the classroom swing open. caleb appeared at the threshold, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. he spotted you almost immediately, his purple eyes narrowing in amusement as he strolled over to your desk.

“what's up?” he asked, leaning down to rest his elbows on your desk. “you’re lookin' a little… off today. somethin' on your mind?” his voice was light, teasing, as if he could read your thoughts.

you avoided his gaze, your fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of your notebook. “no, i’m fine.”

“really?” he leaned closer, and you could feel the heat of his presence as he playfully poked at your arm. “because you’ve been starin' at me all class like i’m about to jump off a cliff or something.”

your face flushed, but you didn’t say anything. should you tell him? you weren’t sure how to put your feelings into words, especially when the doubts swirling in your mind felt so silly.

caleb raised an eyebrow, sensing your hesitation. “you know, i’m pretty good at readin' people. and you,” he grinned mischievously, “you’ve got a whole storm brewing in that head of yours.”

you tried to force a smile, but it came out shaky. “it’s nothing.”

caleb straightened up, studying you with that intense look he always had when he was being serious. “come on, don’t do this to me. talk to me.” he was so persistent, but there was an edge to his voice, one that made your heart beat faster.

“it’s just…” you hesitated, unsure of how to phrase it. “i saw you with her, that new blonde girl from whatever class. and, i don’t know, i just… got a little worried.”

his brows furrowed, he paused for a moment only to let out a loud chuckle right after. “worried about what?”

“i don’t know, maybe that… you just looked so… comfortable with her.” you admitted, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

a moment of silence made its way between you two, and when you looked up at his eyes, he had the boyish grin plastered on his face. “why are you looking at me like— you did that on purpose, didn't you?!”

you looked at him with a frustrated expression, like you had his scheme all figured out.

caleb blinked, stunned for a second, before his expression softened, and he spoke up with the most annoying voice he could. “what, are you… jealous?”

you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. “no.” you mumbled, back to avoiding his gaze. embarrassment filled your being due to falling for such an obvious plan.

you knew, deep down, that he would never willingly flirt with another girl. it wasn't his nature. yet, it felt as though he had purposely noticed your gaze lingering on him, and in that moment, allowed the attention of a girl with clear intentions draw near.

the realization settled in your chest like a weight, and you wished, with all your heart, that you could just disappear into the ground and hide the embarrassing turmoil churning inside.

caleb let out another soft laugh, but it wasn’t mocking this time around. it was warm, affectionate, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “jealous? of her?” he asked, leaning down to look you in the eyes. “i was initially just messing with you, but you really think i’d choose someone else over my pipsqueak?”

you shrugged weakly, too afraid to look up at him.

“are you out of your mind?” he teased, shaking his head with a playful smirk. “do you really think i’m that dumb? you’re the one who has my attention, you know that, right?”

you finally dared to look up at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. he paused for a moment before adding, “i get that you’re insecure sometimes, but you have to know that no one can make me feel the way you do. i don’t even like her like that. she’s just a classmate. and if i’m being honest, i didn’t even realize i was making you feel like this.”

you felt your heart skip a beat at his words, his voice lowering into something much softer. “i told you i'm not getting a girlfriend anytime soon. and i keep my promises. always.”

the weight on your chest began to lift, your heartbeat slowing as you let out a shaky laugh. “you’re sure?”

caleb grinned, his usual confidence radiating in his posture as he stood up straight, running a hand through his hair. “pipsqueak, if you can’t tell by now, then i don’t know what to tell you.”

he chuckled and winked, his tone full of playful teasing. “now stop worrying about some random girl. you’re the only one i want. always have been. always will be.”

you couldn’t help but smile, feeling a rush of warmth fill your chest as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “there’s no need to compete with anyone. it’s always been you.”

“i guess i needed to hear that,” you admitted, letting out a sigh of relief. “thanks, caleb.”

“anytime,” he said, his smile softening. “now, how about we get out of here and grab some food? i think you owe me for doubtin' me.”

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totalswag · 1 day ago

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Hi, Hope you are doing well ! :)

Can you do a famous #singer!reader where she just broke up with someone other minor celebrity that was using her 6 months ago. Another male famous celebrity comes to her concert, wanting to check her out and ends up dating her ? (The famous celebrity could be Drew Starkey, Austin Butler,etc.)

locking eyes for the first time ⎯ DREW STARKEY!

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summary after getting heartbroken by a guy you were talking to six months later you perform at your sold out show and meet drew starkey for the first time.

warning(s) betrayal, breakup, cursing, music, and dating drew starkey.

Six months ago.

You've been talking to this guy⎯he's been the spotlight for quite some time. You found out he was using you for more "fame" and recognition connections. This shattered your heart but confronted him about it⎯he denied it first then admitted at the very end before you kicked him out your house.

His dad is a producer in the music industry. You met at an after party one night and hit it off. He made you fall for him as if he casted a spell on you. He knew what he was doing the entire five months you were together.

"So all of this was a lie, Adam?" You ask, crossing your hands over your chest in disbelief⎯staring at him like he was trash sitting in front of you.

Adam runs his hands down his thighs, sighing, "Look, Y/N, I don't know where you got that information," he pauses looking around, "It's not true," his voice trying to come off convincing.

You scoff, sarcastically nodding, "oh okay, so, Josh, you, and the rest of the guys weren't hanging out and you didn't say you've been using me?" your voice raises, emphasizing using.

"Who told you that?" He questions you in an almost panicked tone. The look on his face said it all: he'd been caught.

You nod, frustrated. "doesn't matter, is it true you've been using me?" Your voice rises, pointing at yourself.

"Yup," was all he could say.

You huff, "Dude, fuck you," chuckle, "Get out of my face and leave my house," and motion to the front door.

As the months continued to pass, you focused on yourself, surrounded yourself who those who bring you comfort, wrote music to let it all out on pen. You began to feel like yourself again.

Recently came out with a single for your music. This song is based on your experience with Adam. Let's be honest, he tried coming back with all these apologies to come back. You weren't having it.

You're on tour performing your new album and singing one of your popular songs⎯it's about what happened between Adam and you. Everyone knew about the breakup after they saw Adam with a new girl two weeks after.

The first show will be held at the Inglewood Forum. Tonight, your good friends are coming to support you. Madelyn, one of your good friends, will be joining with a few of her Outer Banks co-stars. You were taken aback by how many people were coming from your inner circle.

Madelyn mentioned one of her co stars, Drew Starkey, wanted to come see you perform after listening to your music. You've heard about him⎯good things.

After the show was over, you thanked your fans for coming out for the first show of tour, and cannot wait for the upcoming shows.

"Y/N, you did fantastic out there," Maddie grinned as you turned the corner where everyone else was waiting.

"Thank you, mama; I'm glad you guys came to watch," you grin, moving away from Maddie and indicating to the rest of the cast. Drew Starkey stood out to you the most.

Everyone is having discussions while showering and changing. When you emerge feeling refreshed and clean, you approach Drew and introduce yourself.

"You're Drew right?" You ask him abruptly, "My name is Y/N," with your hand out.

Drew turns around, amused to see you. "Nice to meet you, Y/N. My name is Drew," he smiles, gently shaking your hand, "and you did an amazing job tonight."

Drew and you get to talking for a bit until you exchanged socials and numbers. You two began hanging out in private⎯getting to know one another. Learned so much about him and grew to form feelings for him⎯he felt the same way.

Two months later, Drew and you are happily together. Never felt this way about someone in a long time. Feels like he was sent to you for a reason. When you soft launched your relationship to the media, fans were nuts over it⎯even Adam.

Adam: so you're dating someone?

Y/N: and why do you care if you used me? goodbye.

Blocked.

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pellucid-constellations · 2 days ago

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Fallacy

Pairing — Satoru Gojo x Reader

Summary — Satoru loved you. And you loved him too much to let him.

Word count — 1.2k

Warnings — Pining, a smidge of angst but it definitely hurts

a/n —This is my first little thing writing for this fandom :) I hope it's something because I have no idea what's going on but maybe I'll do more <3

“You’re staring.”

“‘M not even staring.”

“You are.”

You could feel Satoru’s smirk, your gaze held firmly on the reports on the desk. There was a shuffle, and then he spoke up once more.

“Okay, now I’m staring.”

You raised a brow and looked out of the corner of your eye, unsurprised to find a crystalline stare free from Satoru’s blindfold. You took a deep breath before abandoning your pen on the piles of papers, turning to give him your full attention.

“I thought you said your head hurt.”

“It does.”

“Doesn’t seem like it to me,” you accused, looping your index finger around the material that now hung around Satoru’s neck. “Seems like you’re just fine.”

Long fingers wrapped around your wrist. Satoru leaned down so his nose was in line with yours. “Maybe looking at you makes me feel better.”

You scoffed, snapping his blindfold back against his neck and turning your face down to hide the heat creeping up your neck. “Don’t say stuff like that.”

You were surprised he understood your words through the mumbling. He hummed and then your desk creaked as Satoru leaned against it, his hand coming into view as it splayed over the oak surface. He tapped his fingers against it—twice.

“Why?”

The smoothness of his voice startled you. The low timbre always threw you off when he got serious, his words more striking, purposeful. You looked up again.

Of course, he was looking at you.

He was always looking at you.

“You know why,” you drawled, casual but with a resounding tiredness.

Satoru’s brows came together. He leaned down, figure towering over you on the desk. “I don’t. Not really. Explain it to me again.”

You couldn’t. He always disagreed.

“Satoru.”

His name trailed off at the end. You leaned back in your chair, trying to put some distance between the two of you. You could remember how it felt to kiss him. You could remember how easy it would be to do it again.

Satoru let his gaze flick over the full plane of your face, lingering at the corner of your mouth and along your hairline. He stared wistfully as he brought a hand up to twist the strands back that he found misplaced. You’d let him do that. You wouldn’t let him do more, so he selfishly took what he was allowed.

“This is pointless.”

“It’s not,” you argued.

“It would hurt just as much like this.”

You knew he was right.

“It would hurt more,” he emphasized when you stayed quiet. “It hurts now. It doesn’t have to hurt now.”

The air in the room was pressing down on your chest. It hurt to breathe and it hurt to listen to him.

You couldn’t tear your eyes from his, the blue so pure and always so hidden. He could tell he was hurting you, he knew that he was, but he also knew that his time on the earth was finite, even more so as the higher-ups pushed him harder and harder.

“I can’t keep pretending I don’t love you,” Satoru almost whispered. “I don’t want to.”

You pressed your lips into a line, lashes fluttering as Satoru’s fingers trailed down from your hairline to brush your cheek. He rested his hand on the desk once more.

You clutched the forgotten pen in your hand, ignoring the slight burn in your waterline. “Don’t you remember how it felt?” you asked. You whispered the words, not wanting them in the air. “When he left? When Haibara—Toru, when you thought that I—”

“Don’t,” Satoru breathed, eyes closed. The hand on the desk clenched. “You don’t have to remind me. I was there. I held you and—”

You were speaking in half sentences and incomplete thoughts, but they didn’t need to be complete. You were both there. You both witnessed when Suguru left, when Haibara couldn’t leave—when Satoru thought you were dead and you were sure that you were. You still had the scars. Satoru knew where each of them marred your skin.

“Then you get why this can’t happen.”

Satoru spoke your name. “You can’t live without getting close to people. You’re already close. I already love you.”

You looked away, finally, when he made you vulnerable. You were always vulnerable in this role—in this part you played—but he made you feel raw. The clock at the far end of the classroom kept ticking even as you wished it to stop.

“Say it back,” Satoru softly spoke. “I haven’t heard it in a while.”

With your gaze still trained on the back wall, you replied, “You already know I love you, Satoru.”

White hair invaded your avoidance. Satoru had a sad, half-smile tugging at his lips. “I know. Can’t blame a guy for asking though, can you?”

Despite the fear churning in your gut, you gave him what he wanted, even if it was short. Even if it wasn’t easy. The I love you, Satoru was quiet, and in another life would be commonplace, but in this life—the one where fear influenced each interaction—it was rare. A wide grin stretched across Satoru’s face.

“Thank you, pretty girl.”

It couldn’t hurt to kiss him. It hurt to not kiss him, actually, and you were once again reminded why you avoided being alone with Satoru. Only a few short minutes and you were already giving in to his incessant vies for you to simply be with him.

And you would have given in, you thought, but then the door to your classroom burst open and the orange glow from the setting sun reflected off of a head of pink hair. Yuji was followed closely behind by Megumi and then Nobara, and the seriousness on Satoru’s face was promptly wiped clean. He sent you one last lingering look before his grin shifted a fraction—an imperceptible shift to anyone but you.

Satoru slid off your desk and tugged his blindfold back over his eyes. You cleared your throat and shifted in your seat, the air in the room becoming thinner and breathable once more. The students were rambling, going on about something you were only half-listening to. Satoru’s back was to you now, his posture slack and his gestures large as he replied to the flow of conversation.

This was normal.

You hid your trembling fingers, shoving them under your thighs when Yuji craned his neck around his teacher to say hello to you. Satoru had accounted for that. He had given you that time to compose yourself, covering your figure with his own—a distraction.

Maybe you’d be able to talk about this later. Maybe you wouldn’t

There was a reason you pushed him away.

Even if that reason protected no one in particular.

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lostinlovingrevery · 1 day ago

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Messily making out with Oldman!Logan, he can’t keep up with you… please write sth about it, you would do it so well

Slow Ride

Old Man Logan X F! Reader

Logan can't keep up with you

A/N: I'm trying a new posting format, so if my next few fics look weirdly formatted no they ain't. also I hope it's okay if I used F! reader, but I'm totally willing to make a version with a G/N! reader! Also writing this had me bluuusshing

Warnings: Smutty, dry humping, premature orgasm (is that what you would call it lmao??), messy makeout, Logan gets a little angsty but you make him feel better <3

"Shit-"

"Slow down baby-" Logan chuckles into your lips. Deep and warm, and shoots right down your spine, coating your panties in a sticky sweet arousal that Logan picks up right away, as your scent quickly climbs to his nose.

Your hands cupped his face, pulling him into you as you captured his lips in a heated, intense kiss. Your tongue licked against his teeth, you bit and sucked on his bottom lip, leaving him breathless and moaning. Your hands climb into his salt-and-pepper hair, tugging and scratching against his scalp, eliciting a hard grunt from him as he tipped his head back from you.

You were desperate for him. Logan had been working late for the last few nights, and you ended up falling asleep before he came back home. It left you constantly squeezing your thighs together, when you watched him during the little free time you both did have together. The way his muscles rippled under the wife-beater. His lips, looking kissable as always under that thick beard that you can just feel scratching up your inner thighs as he ate you up. You watched him come out of the bathroom, lost in thought- unnoticing of your perverted stare as he walked around the room in nothing but a towel wrapped low on his hips. Warm, wet, his skin glistening in the orange glow from the lamp in the corner.

The only thing that had kept you from jumping his adamantium bones was how tired he seemed.

Then he walked in tonight, home earlier than usual, brought you a cute little gift that you barely paid attention to because you jumped on him so fast it nearly brought both of you down. He held onto you, a warm laugh that made your heart flutter, and carried you to the couch- plopping down onto it, a hard creak sounding the room from the weight of Logan and you on it.

"Take it easy, I ain't going nowhere doll." He puffs out, his cheeks flushed, his lips swollen from your loving and desperate touch. You smiled down at him sinfully, taking in his flustered state. "Feeling needy?"

You bit your lip and nodded, eyes wide and full of lust as you slowly began grinding over his trousers, feeling his cock slowly harden against you with each wiggle of your hips. Logan's hands came down, gripping your hips, forcing you to slow down your ministrations over him.

"I've been neglecting you? Hm?" He purrs. You shook your head.

"I just want you Lo..." You whimper, leaning back in, desperately kissing him again, before moving to press kisses all over his face. Your hands slid down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt anxiously, nearly ripping off a few buttons by how quickly you tugged at the fabric. His hands stopped yours as he worked the rest off.

"I know you do." He purrs, "I'm right here, don't gotta rush-"

He says this as if it was to make you slow down, but the reality is that he couldn't keep up. The way your lips captured his, how you moved against him- it felt so good but fuck it left him gasping for breath, unable to focus. The press of your clothed pussy against his covered cock.

At one point, he would've been able to keep up. His younger self would have pinned you down and fucked you for hours straight, not stopping even if you begged him for a break, capturing your puffy lips in a searing kiss to shut you up so he could focus on pushing you into a new position and fuck into you with a renewed vigor; listening to your beautiful whines and cries as your begging for him to cease turns into pleading to don't stop once again. His stamina knew no bounds. He was endless in his passion, his animalistic vigor, and his love for you.

Now though, he thought he was going to cum right then. Your ceaseless grinding over the tent in his trousers. The way your lips pout when he pulls back from your sweet but oh-so-overwhelming kisses.

Fuck, does he want to keep up. He wants to rip your clothes off and fuck you into the couch until your sobbing his name and your tears stain the cushions.

He was old now. Cranky, slower than he used to be, his stamina is no longer what it used to be - albeit still better than an average man likely. That's what he tells himself. Though now he's wondering if that's really the case because here you were, young and beautiful and lustful for him and he's doing everything he can to get you to slow the hell down.

Your nails buried into the skin of his now bare shoulders, as you grind your hips over him again. He let out a small pant, tipping his head back, lips parted and eyes shut as he did everything he could to hold himself together. His grip on your hips kept you from going as fast as you wanted.

"Logan." You whined, nuzzling into his chest. "Please- I need you-"

The sound of your sweet voice, begging and pleading. It was finally too much.

His hips thrust upwards, helplessly meeting your grinding, as he let out a whine, his head pitching forward against your shoulder, his grip on your hips keeping you moving along him as his trousers grew wet, ropes of cum painting his boxers and effectively coating himself. He fell back onto the couch, head tipped back.

His chest heaved, as his dick twitched, a few more droplets of his spend leaking out. Sweat beaded his forehead, and there was ringing in his ears.

He couldn't believe this.

He cums in his fucking pants, like a goddamn 12 year old boy. All because a few of your kisses, and some dry humping. He was humiliated. He hadn't even gotten his cock wet from you and here he was, having to end up throwing away a perfectly good pair of boxers.

He could die right then and there. You'll dig a hole for him in the wilds, leave him in an unmarked grave as you go on to tell the world what a pathetic man he'd become.

Logan Howlett, the Wolverine, couldn't keep up with his girl.

Died creaming his pants like a fucking teenager

"You're so beautiful Lo."

Your voice snapped him out of his shame as he opened his eyes and looked at you. You were just as sweaty and flushed as him, lips slightly parted, your pupils blown wide with desire.

"Do I really make you feel that good?" You asked, a hint of innocence in your voice.

His heart still pounding in his chest, his cock softening and loosening against the strain of his pants. He looked over your beautiful figure atop of him, the way your chest rose and fell, signs of your exertion. You bit your lip as you waited for his answer.

The corner of his lips quirked up. His hand came up to the back of your neck, pulling you down to meet his lips. He met you this time, equally passionate and desperate for you as you were for him. It was no doubt how he felt for you, you kept him going everyday. Maybe he moved a little slower...Long as he can still show you that he loves you.

Never mind himself though. If you're here, and you're able to love him as he is....

"Want me to clean you up?" You smiled against his lips, your nose bumping against his. His eyes crinkled as he looked at you, adoration in his eyes, as his own self-loathing disappeared into the shadows of his mind. How can he think about himself if you're here, looking at him like he was the most important thing in your world?

And to you, he was.

"You're gonna be the death of me sweetheart." He purred, his other hand petting your thigh. "Go on then, clean me up baby."

You gave him a big grin, climbing off his lap to kneel to the floor. He grabbed a pillow for you to place your knees on, leaning forward to put it on the floor before you. You eagerly moved to unbuckle his pants, beginning to pull his pants down his thick thighs. He spread his arms along the back of the couch, spreading his thighs for you.

"Take it slow now doll, I wanna enjoy every second."

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just1cefor4ll · 3 days ago

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Thanos/Choi Su-bong x fem!reader warning. reader has an ed, swearing, not proof read, mentions of a toxic music industry

A/n. if anything here triggers you and it isnt listed in the warnings, dm me and ill add it in. I do NOT by any means encourage this type of “life style” and if you’re struggling with this, please try and seek out help— you’re not alone!!

You never thought love would be this exhausting. When you met Choi Su-bong—better known as Thanos—it was effortless. The kind of connection that didn’t need explaining. You were just a woman who had a shitty day at work and he was just a guy with a passion for music, and you just so happened to be in the right place at the right time.

That night in Hongdae, after his set, you locked eyes across the bar. You knew who he was, but you didn’t treat him like everyone else did.

“You rap?” you asked, casually swirling your drink.

“I try,” he smirked, leaning against the counter.

You scoffed. “I saw your set. You don’t just try.”

And that was it. That was how it started. Late-night walks through Seoul, deep conversations about music and life, stolen moments in the quiet corners of the city. Love was simple back then.

And for a while, life was good.

The first time the paparazzi caught you together, you didn’t think much of it. His fame had just sky rocketed but maybe people would talk for a bit and they’d move on, right?

You were wrong

Within hours, your face was everywhere. "Who is she?" "She’s not even pretty." "She’s just using him for clout." "She’s ruining his career."

At first, you laughed it off. It was just noise. Strangers behind screens didn’t know you— didn’t know him. But the more you saw it, the harder it became to ignore. They picked apart your looks, your past, your worth. The more you scrolled, the more those words burrowed under your skin.

Still, you smiled through it. You told him it didn’t bother you.

And he believed you.

It started small. Skipping meals here and there, telling yourself you’d eat later. You weren’t even trying to lose weight at first—you just didn’t feel like eating. But then the guilt crept in. Every bite felt heavy, every meal like a reminder that you weren’t enough. You started purging before you even realized it had become a habit. The first time, it was an accident—you ate too much too fast and felt sick, so you ran to the bathroom. But after that, it became… easy. A solution. Eat what you want, then get rid of it. No guilt, no weight gain. A perfect balance.

And no one noticed.

Not even him.

He was always busy—touring, recording, filming. When he came home exhausted, you curled up next to him, pressing your body close so he wouldn’t notice how much smaller you’d gotten. If he asked if you’d eaten, you’d lie. “Yeah, I grabbed something earlier.” If he asked why you were so tired, you’d blame work.

You convinced yourself it wasn’t a problem. You weren’t like those girls in the hospital beds, hooked up to IVs. You could stop whenever you wanted.

But you didn’t stop.

And eventually, he started noticing.

“You’ve been getting sick a lot,” he said one night, brushing your hair back as you sat curled up on the couch. “Are you okay?”

You forced a smile. “It’s just stress.”

“You’re barely eating.”

“I eat.” A lie. A reflex.

He sighed, rubbing his temples. “Is this because of the shit people say online?” “No,” you said too quickly. Yes. Maybe. I don’t know. “I don’t care what they think, you know that, right?” He pulled you into his arms, his warmth wrapping around you like a shield. “None of that matters.”

You wanted to believe him. You really did.

You didn’t remember passing out. It was the next day and Su-bong had left earlier that morning for a meet and greet which you decided to sit out, not feeling like facing his fans at the moment. One second you were going to the bathroom and the next you were hunched over the toilet, spilling your guts out before everything went black.

When you woke up, you were in a hospital bed. The beeping of machines filled the silence, the sterile smell burning your nose. Your throat felt raw, your body weak.

And then you saw him. Sitting in the chair beside you, elbows on his knees, face buried in his hands.

He looked up when he realized you were awake, and you’d never seen that expression on him before—this mixture of fear, anger, heartbreak.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” His voice was hoarse, like he’d been yelling or crying. Or both.

You wanted to speak, to tell him you were fine, but nothing came out.

“I—” he ran a hand through his hair, exhaling shakily. “I didn’t see it. I should have seen it.” His jaw clenched. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Tears burned your eyes. Because you wouldn’t have understood. Because I didn’t want to be your problem. Because I thought I had it under control.

But the truth was, you didn’t know why. And now, it didn’t matter.

Because it was already too late.

Waking up in that hospital bed was one thing. Facing what came next was another.

The first few days were a blur—doctors coming in and out, voices you barely registered, Su-bong staying by your side through all of it. He didn't leave. Not once. Not when they hooked you up to IVs, not when you were too weak to lift your head, not even when you refused to look at him out of shame.

But silence never lasted long with him.

"You scared the shit out of me," he admitted one night, his voice quiet but raw. He was sitting in the chair beside you, fingers laced together as he stared at the floor. "I thought I was gonna lose you."

You swallowed, throat still sore. "I'm sorry." "Don't—" He shook his head, running a hand down his face. "Don't apologize. Just.. tell me what I can do. Tell me how to help."

You didn't know how to answer that.

But help came anyway.

Recovery wasn’t linear. Some days, you convinced yourself you were getting better. You ate the meals they gave you, nodded along when the doctors talked about therapy, let Su-bong hold your hand and tell you things would be okay.

Other days were harder.

Some mornings, you stared at the tray of food in front of you, stomach twisting with guilt before you even took a bite. Some nights, the voices in your head whispered that you didn’t deserve to get better. That you weren’t sick enough. That this was still your control to take back.

But every time you struggled, he was there.

He held you when you broke down. He sat with you through therapy sessions, even when it hurt to talk about things. He learned. Read books. Asked questions. Stopped saying things like “just eat” and started saying “I’m here” instead.

And slowly—painfully—you started to believe him.

But the world outside didn't make it easy.

You weren’t on social media anymore, but you didn’t have to be to know what people were saying. The news was everywhere.

"Thanos’ girlfriend hospitalized for an eating disorder."

"Scandal or sympathy grab?"

"Fans blame toxic industry for shocking health crisis."

Some people supported you. Others weren’t so kind.

And when Su-bong sat down for his first interview since everything happened, it was only a matter of time before someone brought you up.

"So," the interviewer started, her smile more fake then the diamond ring she had on, "there’s been a lot of talk about your personal life lately."

Su-bong tensed. He knew where this was going.

The interviewer continued, undeterred. "Some fans think your relationship has been a distraction for your career. There’s been speculation that—"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

The entire room went silent.

The interviewer blinked, clearly caught off guard. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." His voice was sharp, his hands clenched into fists on the table. "You think this is some gossip headline? Some scandal to dissect? I almost lost her because of people like you. Because of people who picked her apart, made her feel like she wasn’t enough. And now, instead of talking about the real issue, you wanna turn this into some bullshit narrative about my career?"

The interviewer fumbled for a response, but he wasn’t done.

"I don’t give a fuck about the music industry if it means losing her. You get that?" His jaw tightened. "She is not a distraction. She is my life."

The interview ended early. The clip went viral within hours.

You saw the video later, sitting on the couch at home, wrapped in one of his hoodies. You expected to feel guilty. Maybe even embarrassed. But instead, for the first time in a long time, you felt safe.

He sat down next to you, watching carefully. “You okay?” You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder. “Thank you.” “For what?” “For fighting for me.” He exhaled, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I’ll always fight for you."

Healing wasn’t a straight path. Some days were good. Others weren’t. But you weren’t alone anymore.

And that was enough to keep going.

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illbegottenfaith · 2 days ago

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the one where you make theo cry (an ain’t that love inspired drabble)

Theodore Nott was hardly the kind of man who wore his heart on his sleeve. He had spent years perfecting his signature air of indifference, the one that captivated most others, what compelled them to make an impression on him. Of course, all that fell away when it came to you.

It started subtly. A sigh escaping your lips after a long day would leave him restless, make his bones a little weary. When you rubbed your temples in frustration, he found himself getting agitated with you - whatever was vexing you so undoubtedly deserved his irritation too. And when you laughed - loud, unabashed - it felt like a breath of fresh air.

Not that he'd admit it to anyone. No, he'd promised himself a long time ago, he wouldn't tell a soul - not his friends, not his family, and certainly not you. Little did he know he had yet to see a moment of yours that would truly unravel him at the seams.

It happened on an ordinary Tuesday whilst tracking down Mattheo. He had checked their dorm, the Great Hall, the Quidditch pitch, everywhere - which left solely your dorm. Theo vaguely remembered him mentioning something about fixing one of the pipes in the bathroom, which was really just a ploy to impress one of your roommates more than anything.

But as he passed through the Slytherin common room on his way there, your droopy, teary eyes peering up at him for a split second, Theo swore he felt something inside of him crack open. You weren’t crying, not quite, but you were close. And Merlin, he hated it. Hated how his throat constricted, how his chest tightened, how his own stomach twisted with the bitterness of your misery.

He looked almost comically stricken briefly before straightening his face. "What's wrong?" he asked, voice low.

"It’s nothing." You shook your head, brushing it off with a tight, superficial smile as you moved up to make room for him. "Mattheo’s almost done, he’ll be down in a second."

Still taken aback, Theo accepted the seat beside you

"It doesn't look like nothing," he prompted. You laughed weakly, dabbing at your eyes.

"Don't worry. It is, really. I'm just feeling a little…hormonal today." Your gaze fell back to the book and almost immediately, your emotions betrayed you once again.

You sniffled as your face screwed up in your effort to choke back your sobs. Theo felt a lump in his throat and an unfamiliar stinging sensation at the corners of his eyes.

“It’s just - “ you forced out, “he’s so small. Look at him, Theo. He’s tiny. He doesn’t know anything. He doesn’t know about taxes. He doesn’t even know about taxes.”

Theo finally caught sight of the page of your book. It had a picture of a baby niffler, no bigger than the size of your thumb - tiny, soft, with big, round, trusting (if only slightly mischievous) eyes.

As you dissolved into more stifled sobs, Theo blinked, caught completely off guard. Then, to everyone’s horror - including his own - his eyes misted over too.

"Oh, for fuck’s sake," Blaise muttered from across the room, watching the scene unfold. "Are you actually crying?"

“It’s fucking tiny.”

Theo scowled at him, aggressively wiping his face. He wasn’t sure what was worse—the sound of your quiet, shuddering breaths, or the way your shoulders trembled under his hands as he pulled you close.

You hiccupped between sobs. "I just love it so much."

Theo swallowed thickly, nodding. "Yeah. Me too." He glanced at the book in your lap again. He hugged you closer, deciding you were right - how dare a Niffler be that tiny, baby or otherwise?

Blaise sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Right. I’ve seen enough."

Theo’s tears dried as quickly as they came, but the two of you stayed pressed together for a long time after Blaise left, even after your breathing had slowed into something more measured once again. You pressed your cool check against his shoulder, half-dozing.

Unthinkingly, Theo pried your clenched fist open. Surprisingly, you let him thread his fingers through your own. He glanced down at you, at the soft locks of hair curling around your tearstained face. He resisted the urge to press a kiss to the top of your head.

You looked up at him questioning. His grip on your hand tightened ever so slightly.

“Just - just let me, alright?”

A playful smile tugged at your lips. “You’re ridiculous, Teddy.” Your smile turned teasing. “Wait till Mattheo hears you cried over a baby niffler.”

Theo took on a wounded look. “So did you.”

As the two of you curled up again, Theo decided that this emotional telepathy wasn’t the worst thing in the world. When you sighed, he sighed. When you laughed, he laughed. When you hurt, he hurt. When you cried over a baby niffler… apparently, he did, too.

He hardly dared to think it, but he did it all the same.

Wasn’t that love?

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mmaybanks · 2 days ago

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casual summer fling w/ jj maybank that lasts a little longer than anticipated | wc: ≈1.1k

“where are you taking me?” you shout as your legs struggle to keep up with jj’s running. he’s helping a little, pulling you by your hand.

his fingers are tightly intertwined with yours, the warmth of his hand spreading to your palm a stark contrast to the crisp fall breeze. “jus’ c’mon.”

it only took a few seconds to realize where you were going once you stepped on the football field. he slowed down right as you approached the bleachers.

as your pace came to a stop jj spun you around, catching you by the waist when you lost your balance.

“behind the bleachers? my, what a gentleman you are, jj.” you cooed, hand pressed against his firm chest. he was breathing deeply, almost panting from the sheer length of the run.

“shut up, it’s not my fault. you’re just so—jesus, i wanna kiss you so bad.” he’s flickering his gaze from your eyes to your lips, then back again, like he just couldn’t help himself. “you’re killin’ me here, baby.”

you just smiled, a content and somehow teasing smile. he trailed one of his hands to your back, yours coming to reach the crook of where his neck and shoulders meet.

you mumble a soft “good.” against his lips, happy to kiss him endlessly.

your lips moved together in a surprisingly coordinated kiss. it was clean, not too sloppy. jj was still getting to the point of hot and bothered, right now was just that intense feeling he didn’t understand and couldn’t get away from when he was with you. he knew horny. it wasn’t just that.

he kissed you fervently, a subconscious grip on the back of your shirt. like you would slip away if he let you go.

you pulled away, needing to intake a few gulps of oxygen, giggling when his lips chased after yours. his eyes opened in a slow blink, a fake pout spreading on his lips.

“c’mon hurry, i need you.”

“you’re acting like you’ll die without a kiss.” you laughed, gently pecking the corner of his mouth while still catching your breath.

it wasn’t your fault. he made you run for a few minutes and then kissed you for a few more, you never got the chance to breath.

“i will.” he said it so seriously, like it was a well-known, true fact, that you couldn’t help the giggle escaping you. “jj.”

his body seemed to perk up a little at his name, a spread of hope on his face. you leaned in to reinitiate the kiss, jj accepting it like he’d been waiting years for it. which, maybe in retrospect he had, but you would never know that.

he was leaned over to kiss you, arms still wrapped around your waist, now looser than before. your hands were slowly trailing further into his neck, one hand slipping it into his hair.

you broke the kiss momentarily, throwing jj off, until he felt the pull of his hat leaving his head. it was rested regularly, the sun actually bothering him that day.

he smiled at you, watching closely as you flipped it around and tugged it back on him, now backward. “you’re so hot.” the words didn’t mean to slip from his mouth, but the overwhelming feeling made it hard to stay in.

you smiled sheepishly, dropping from your tippy toes to hide your face against his chest.

his heart was racing, and he hoped he hadn’t ruined the moment. this was the first time, you were the first girl he wanted more than just a meaningless hook up with, no matter how many times he denied it to the pogues. “sorry.”

it wasn’t fair, the way he has seen you fully naked, been inside you, and yet he could still make you feel all nervous and giddy inside with three words. honestly he didn’t even need words, you were fully swooning over him just breathing near you.

you looked up at him, making stronger eye contact now than normal, and he noticed the red in your cheeks.

“no, it’s fine. i mean—i—thank you?”

the awkwardness was killing you. sure, you thought it was cute, and you were low-key living out your hopeless romantic dreams right now, but it was tense.

jj chuckled, feeling a small pressure from where you were still holding (and now pulling) on his neck, trying to get him to meet your face. “jus’ kiss me?”

“yes ma’am.”

his lips moved against yours, and for the first time ever, he didn’t have the courage to move them further. so, you took matters into your own hands.

your lips slowly trailed off onto his jaw, sucking and nibbling at spots for a second before your tongue soothed them over. you continued, trailing all the way to right below his ear, where his jaw and neck met, his body seeming to tense more than before.

he was letting out shaky breathes, not going unnoticed by you, and his hands were twitching to hold you. “i wish we were alone right now.” you whispered, head still a bit hazey from the lack of oxygen.

“we aren’t alone?” he looked around dramatically, as if someone was going to pop out from behind him. “you know what i mean, asshole. wanna spend all day like this.”

if he wasn’t painfully in love with you before, (he was), he is now. he couldn’t get past the whiny, breathy, tone you were using with him. him. he’s loved being on the receiving end of your affection since he met you, a strangely possessive feeling in his chest when he’s with you.

“chateau’s empty. ’n we’ve already missed,” he held up a watchless left wrist, looking at it, then back at you. “too much to go back to class. we could just, leave, maybe grab brunch.”

“brunch? since when were we forty year-old kooks?” you snorted, though the smile on your face told him you enjoyed the idea, and he couldn’t help but mirror your smile.

“it’s a date.”

jj surprised himself more than he surprised you, which is saying a lot. he was trying to focus on your nervous fidgeting, a habit he’s noticed these past few months, in hopes of a positive response, rather than the obvious shock you were horrible at hiding.

“yeah?” he nodded, a boyish grin appearing when you seemed to be on board. “y’sure they’ll let us in?”

“no,” he pecked your lips again, a too casual habit. “c’mon.”

MADDY’S NOTE .ᐟ i’m def gonna make this a !reader thingy bc i’m loving the idea of it 🤞 (if i ever actually get around to posting all of my readers....) i’m just rly busy so actually writing my ideas is the hard part but i have smmmm

#jj maybank #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank obx #outer banks blurb #jj outer banks #obx #obx fluff #outer banks #outer banks imagine #jj blurb

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urfavfakeblonde · 1 day ago

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what happens when the reader in forced to drink a blue liquid that makes her so sexually frustrated...that she might need a little help from the man she is head over heels for?

warnings: violence, blood, torture, oral (fem!rec), unprotected sex, hickies??? idk how to write warnings haha

"No!" I cry at the Hydra guard who is attempting to pour a light blue liquid down my throat. His eyes darken, squinting closed in annoyance. Tears continue to flow down my face following the beating I just took for breaking in with Bucky, whose currently constrained to a metal chair. The rope around my wrists cut into my skin, blood dribbling down onto the floor. My feet fight the same battle, ropes constraining them to the legs of a wooden chair in the center of the room. A guard behind me comes to force my mouth open while my body strains against the confinement. My choked out groans get swallowed as the liquid starts to pour down my throat, an uneasy smile on the face of the Hydra guard with the vile. Bucky groans to the side of me, metal arm clanking violently against his restrictions.

As the liquid stops pouring, he closes my mouth and holds my nose. I groan in frustration at the lack of oxygen, taking a deep breath as he finally lets go. Regaining my breath, I glace up and spit at him. "Fuck you! I swear to god, when I get out of these-" my sentence cut short at the use of a gag, muffled cries all to be heard from beneath the cloth. My tears soak the sides of it, body trembling at the burning in my throat. As he starts to say something, the door to the room bursts open, a gasp coming from the guard behind me. Hydra guns quickly point at the door, but soon out of use as Redwing shoots the guards. I sigh in relief and glance at Bucky who by now was able to get out of the flimsy restraints. He takes out his gag with a groan, walking over to me to take mine out too. "You okay?" He asks softly, examining my bruising cheek. I stare up at him, and regrettably getting wetter. I quickly look down, eyes fluttering shut.

Sam enters, rushing over while Redwing attaches to his suit. "What the hell happened to her? She's shaking," he states, watching as Bucky grabs a hidden knife to cut the rope. "Gave her some kind of liquid, didn't get the chance to tell us what it was," he says with a glare. He helps me up as Sam throws his hands up in defeat. "So it's my fault now?" He says, starting up the usual fight. Suddenly John Walker and his lousy teammate, "Battlestar," step into the doorway, attempting to look heroic. "Look who finally showed up," Bucky said sarcastically, glancing at Sam who had the same look. John huffs and steps aside to let Bucky help carry me out. Sam joins him and grabs my other arm, exchanging worried glances as I let out a weak groan. "Is she, uh...okay?" John asks, trailing behind. The two boys roll their eyes, ignoring him as the hallway takes a turn. Bucky finally answers as the exit door pushes open, my body trembling and weak. "Does she look okay, John?" He asks with just a little extra annoyance, trying to get the message across.

Finally, we made it to the aircraft, the men watching me closely as my body trembled on the floor. Suddenly, my eyes snapped open, my body lifting up quickly. The reaction caused Bucky and Sam to stand up too, lifting their arms in front of them to try and calm me down. "Woah, woah, woah, Y/n! You're okay, it's okay," Sam said, glancing into my nervous eyes. My bottom lip trembled, eyes searching frantically for an escape. My breathing came in rapid paces, hand clutching my heart forcibly. "No, no, no, no," I mumbled, tears slipping down my cheeks at an equally rapid rate. I could feel myself getting needy, and it was too much to handle. Bucky tried moving closer, but my body flinched backwards into John. I gasped and backed away into the corner, mumbling incoherent sentences as my body crouched down onto the floor. "What the hell did they give her?" John asks, searching Bucky's eyes for an answer. Unsurprisingly, he was only met with a piercing stare.

While the boys exchanged confused looks, my vision and mind were tumbling, thoughts, colors, sounds--it was all amplified. "Shut up! Shut up, shut up please," I cried, sobbing into my hands. It was like all my dirty thoughts were playing in my head at once, undeniably making me flustered and overwhelmed. The man that starred that role stood concerned before me, metal arm resting on my shoulder. I look up at him with teary eyes, embarrassment flushing my face. "What's wrong, what do you feel?" He asks softly so as to not scare me. I didn't know how to answer. I couldn't answer. Not only because it would mean that I would have to reveal all the dirty thoughts I'd ever thought about him, but the whole group of men would hear too. I would never live that down. "Everything," I whisper as a response. "I feel everything." Bucky nods, although I'm sure he thinks I've gone crazy. The airplane prepares to land, so he helps me get into a seat. Suddenly, I drift off into a deep sleep, my body turning into a ragdoll as Bucky clips me in.

When I wake up, I'm in bedroom. I look around frantically, searching for something to look familiar, but nothing does. Well, until Bucky walks in. He's slightly taken aback at my shaking body and desperate eyes. "Where am I?" I whisper, getting out of bed. He walks over slowly and sets his phone down on the nightstand. "S.H.E.I.L.D.," he says softly. "The medics already checked you out." I nod, and walk to the bathroom. Splashing some cold water on my face, I stare into my reflection. "What's wrong with me?" I whisper, tears starting to form. I wanted to look back at him, but if I did my panties would continue to grow increasingly wet, so I stared down at the sink. He sighs, sitting down on the edge of my bed. "They don't know, sweetheart." The comment, the pet name rather, was so innocent but god if that didn't help my desperate situation. I bite my lip, closing my eyes. No, you can't tell him what you need, that's fucking insane. What if he says no? God, it'd be worse to never have him around again. "Doll?" He asks from the other room. I bite my lip even harder, enough to draw blood. I step back at the burst of pain, touching my lip with my fingers. "Fuck," I mutter, turning the water back on to wash the blood off.

Suddenly, a hand comes up to wipe the blood off my lips with a towel, blue eyes piercing into mine. "Don't look at me like that," I practically whimper out, body becoming weak in his gentle touch. "Like what?" He asks, clearly confused, yet amused at the same time. Of course he doesn't know what he's doing to me. His hand cupping my cheek is enough for my body to betray me and become weak in his touch. When my body begins to shake in his hold, he moves his vibranium arm down to hold my waist to better wipe the blood off my lips. I had to close my eyes to stop them from rolling backwards, the intimacy of the situation all too much to bear. "Open your eyes," he says with enough authority that they fluttered back open. I whine when his grip tightens on my waist, body begging to lean up and kiss him. "James," I whisper out, hand trembling to grab his wrist. He stops his movement at the name, finally taking the opportunity to meet my eyes. His tongue pokes out to wet his bottom lip, a small smirk hanging on to the corner of his mouth. "Hmm?" he hums so lowly, I can almost feel it against my chest. I let out a whine, resting my forehead against his chest. He moves to gently rub my back, kissing the top of my head. My panties are absolutely soaked by now, and the fact that it hasn't yet seeped through my tactical gear is unbelievable.

"What's wrong, what do you need sweetheart?" He asks again with the nickname. I blink and look up at him, hands slowly moving up to cup his cheeks. I stare into his eyes for what feels like minutes, the silence torturous yet comforting. "I need you," I whimper, just barely above a whisper. His eyebrows raise at the confession, his hands moving to rest on my waist. This action alone causing my core to tense, his lips being so close to mine was absolute torture. "Yeah?" He asks with a smile, grip tightening on my hips. I nod quickly, a tear escaping down my cheek. "To help me, that's a-all." I hiccup, tears falling at a much more rapid pace. "Please, please James, it hurts," I sob, trembling in his strong hold. He pauses for a moment, considering the consequences. But fuck, if you didn't look so innocent and needy right now, he might have thought about it longer. Although, it would be cruel to leave you here in a state such as this, so it was only right for him to help...? Fuck it.

In a swift move, he picks me up in such a way that my legs went to tangle around his torso. He walks us over to the bed, setting me down gently as he kisses the side of my jaw. I let out a desperate moan, body arching up into his. My hands wrap around his neck loosely, lips finally meeting each other after teasing long enough. The kiss was rough, sloppy, fast. A poor attempt to relive the burning sensation in my core really. Soon enough, my shirt is lifted up over my head, tossed onto the wooden floor. Bucky licks his lips as he watches me desperately try to take off my bra before, moving my hands to do it himself. "Hey," he says authorially. My bottom lip trembles as a tear escapes down my cheek. "Let me, take care of you," he says softly, kissing my temple. I nod slowly, moaning softly as he litters my collarbone in kisses. I feel him tugging off my shoes off, discarding them on the floor. Impatiently, my hands move down to try and undo my pants, but his hands stop mine once again as he gives me that look. "Sorry," I whine, closing my eyes. He chuckles, slipping the pants off and onto the pile growing on the floor. "Just breathe, dollface," he says, hands finding their way to my hips. After a moment of silence, he gently moves my body down to hook my legs over his broad shoulders. My teeth catch my bottom lip as his hand reaches down to playfully rub over my panties. I let out a whine at the sensitivity of my clit, core begging for a release. "James, please," I whisper, hands tangling in his short hair.

He glances up at my desperate face, a smirk finding itself on his lips. He kisses my clit through my soaked panties, a desperate whin falling from my lips in response. Quickly slipping them down and off my legs, his mouth attaches to my clit in the blink of a second. "mmmh, fuck!" I cry, letting my head rest against the soft comforter. His tongue swirls around my clit before licking down to my core. And holy fucking shit, if this isn't the best feeling in the whole world, what even is? It didn't take long for my body to react to his skillful mouth--stomach knotting embarrassingly quickly. "God, James that feels so good," I moan, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. I feel the knot start to untie--a loud cry leaving my lips with the whine of his name. He tongue fucks me through it, a smile forming on his beautiful lips as my body shakes in his hold. As he kisses up my burning body, my hands move to wrap around his neck, lips connecting with his as he unclasps his belt. Kissing my jaw, I taste the slight tinge of me from his delicious kiss. It wasn't long until I felt his hard-on against my heat, a needy gasp falling from my plump lips.

"Please," I beg, looking into his steal-blue eyes. He replies with a hum, slipping inside easily. I had dreamt of this moment once or twice. (not every night...right?) As he bottoms out, my back arches up into his chest, whiney pleas mixing with the sound of the wet sounds we were making. He returns to kissing and sucking hickeys on my neck and collarbone, metal hand traveling up to wrap softly around my neck. It was then that my eyes rolled to the back of my head, the added pressure surely sending me to heaven. Continuing to thrust deep into me, hitting spots that my fingers couldn't even reach. "Fuck!" I cry, the knot in my stomach reappearing. He whispers praises in my ears--although my hearing started to turn into ringing from the intense pleasure. Soon, my body starts shaking again as the knot comes undone yet again. I feel him start to pull out--but I use the last of my energy to pull him closer, whispering "in me, please," in his ear. He lets out a deep groan, mumbling something about how I was "gonna ruin" him.

"Only if you let me do this again, without the serum," he whispers, causing my eyes to flutter shut.

"Who says the serum didn't wear off the first round?"

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urmum-lovesme · 2 days ago

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Toxic!Rafe when he doesn't like what his girl is wearing. . .

Y/N stood in front of the mirror, one hand carefully applying the last swipe of lip gloss. Her reflection looked back at her- a black mini skirt hugged her hips and a lacy top that had a plunging neckline hugged her torso. She watched Rafe out of the corner of her eye as he stood by the bedside table, a rolled-up bill pressed to his nose. It was like a routine by now- one she couldn’t bring herself to interrupt. There was a tug inside her chest, a part of her that wanted to say something, wanted to tell him to stop, but she didn’t say anything. She just watched, trying not to make a sound.

" 'ight, let’s go, takin’ fuckin’ forever."

Rafe straightened up, giving her a quick glance as he muttered out under his breath. He wiped his nose and ran a hand through his hair, brunette strands of hair being pushed out of his face. Y/N capped her lip gloss and slid it into her bag, she could feel the weight of his stare on her, like he was waiting for something. She didn’t know what he expected, but she felt that tightness in her chest again, that pressure that always built when they were around each other like this. Her eyes flickered to him when he stepped closer, and she could see his expression change. His gaze narrowed slightly as his eyes traveled over her outfit, lingering longer than usual.

“What're you wearing?”

“Oh um- I bought this yesterday. I really liked it… thought it’d be perfect for tonight...?”

Y/N’s stomach dropped, but she forced herself to speak out calmly, even though her voice wavered slightly. She smiled, trying to make the best of it, but his expression didn’t soften. He scoffed, his eyes narrowing as they skimmed over the skirt again, and his lips curled into a sneer.

“Your ass is hanging out, Y/N- What the fuck is this?”

Her breath caught. The sting in his words hit deeper than she expected as her hand came to the skirt to smooth out the back of it. When she bought it yesterday she thought it was the perfect length. Now she was starting to doubt herself... She shifted slightly, hoping her voice would steady.

“I got it just for today, Rafe. It’s-"

“Did I tell you to buy it?”

His words cut through the air like a blade as he rolled his eyes. The way he said it- it wasn’t a question, it was an accusation. The contempt in his voice made her feel small, made her second-guess herself again.

“... no”

She whispered, the words almost getting caught in her throat. He stepped closer behind her, invading her space. His hands slid around her waist, his fingers pressing against her skin in a possessive grip. She stiffened but didn’t pull away, too nervous to find out what would happen if she did. His nose ran along the skin of her neck before his lips brushed her neck in a kiss that was more forceful than affectionate. She closed her eyes, wishing it felt different as he dragged his teeth over her skin. His breath was hot as he spoke again, his voice soft but laced with something dangerous.

“I’m only looking out for you, baby. You don’t want anyone thinking you’re a slut, right?”

The words hit like a slap and Y/N felt her chest tighten, tears burning the back of her eyes, but she forced herself not to cry. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. She shook her head, biting her lip to keep herself from breaking.

“No”

She managed, her voice barely audible, the sound shaking with the effort to hold it together. Rafe’s grip on her waist tightened, his fingers digging into her skin as he leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. She felt the warmth of his breath, felt how much control he had over her in this moment.

“Then change”

He whispered as his eyes locked onto her’s through the reflection of the mirror.

It wasn’t a request, it was an order.

Her stomach tensed, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she nodded, her body stiff and she turned her gaze away from the mirror, her reflection staring back at her like a stranger, like someone she didn’t recognise and she couldn't find the strength to stare at it. She hated herself for not fighting him, for giving in so easily, but some sick part of her wanted his approval. Y/N stood still, the weight of Rafe's touch still heavy on her skin, his fingers like a constant reminder of his presence. But before she could take another step away from the mirror, she felt it- his hand lifting, slow and deliberate, slipping under the lace of her top. The other hand grazed over her shoulder, sending a shiver down her spine, before it found the strap of her vest. With a calculated movement, he pushed it off her shoulder, the fabric sliding down just enough to expose more of her skin. Rafe leant down towards her bare skin, lips brushing against her exposed shoulder as he muttered, his tone demanding as though the whole world revolved around his whims and desires.

“Change this too”

Y/N furrowed her brows, instinctively tugging the strap back into place, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt the irritation rising, a bubbling anger that she couldn’t quite express. She'd pre-planned this whole outfit yesterday, went out of her way to buy it and now he was telling her to change? But as his eyes were locked on hers, steady and unblinking, waiting for her response, she didn't say what she was thinking, instead stared blankly at the mirror.

“C’mon, baby, don’t look so upset, hmm?”

His voice was syrupy sweet, deceptively soft, almost like he cared- but there was nothing caring in his words. He reached forward again, his fingers curling under her chin, turning her face to meet his. The touch was gentle, yet it felt like a vice, forcing her to meet his gaze. She hated the way her body instinctively reacted to him, the way her heart skipped a beat even though everything about this moment made her skin crawl.

His lips brushed against hers in a kiss that was far too gentle for what it really was- a form of manipulation, an assertion of his dominance. She hated the way she melted into it, how her body betrayed her mind. Her chest tightened, a sick feeling gnawing at her insides as she stood there, unable to pull away. He pulled back slightly, his lips curling into a smug, satisfied grin, his eyes gleaming with something darker because he knew exactly how to break her, piece by piece.

Y/N could feel her cheeks burning, the heat of Rafe’s eyes on her causing a flush to rise under her skin. She couldn’t help but notice how extremely warm she felt, how every part of her seemed to ache with the intensity of his gaze. His hand slid down, brushing over the top of the skirt, his fingers moving with deliberate slowness. She barely had time to register the sensation before his hand slipped under the fabric, his palm coming to rest just above her pussy.

“You gonna do as I say, Y/N?”

Rafe’s voice was low, his breath hot against her ear, and she hated how her body seemed to respond to the warmth of his touch. She found herself nodding and her lips parted to speak, but her voice was lost in her throat as he cupped her through the lace fabric, the heat between her thighs suddenly feeling uncomfortable.

She knew she shouldn't, that she should stop him, she knew he was only doing this so that she'd do what he told her but Just as she was about to speak, to tell him to stop, or to tell him move, or to tell him to keep going, she wasn't sure- but his phone rang out interrupting the silence between them.

Rafe shifted, pulling his hand away, and Y/N let out a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding, yet she wasn’t sure if it was fear or arousal. He fished the phone out of his back pocket, his eyes never leaving hers. As he pressed the phone to his ear, he leaned in again, his lips capturing hers in another kiss. This time, it was sharp- his teeth grazing over her lower lip before he bit down gently, pulling away with a smirk.

“Yo, Kels, man, what’s up?”

Rafe said, the phone pressed between his shoulder and ear as he turned to leave her standing motionless. He walked over to the bedside table he was by before and picked up the hundred dollar bill he’d rolled shoving it into his back pocket.

“Nah, she’s being a brat. We’re coming.”

He spoke casually as he made his way toward the door, Y/N stood still, not sure what to do, her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and frustration. . . of arousal. She watched as Rafe grabbed the door handle and pulled it open. He paused, looking back at her.

“Change. Now.”

The command echoed in the silence between them, leaving her no room for anything else, the door shut behind him with a finality that left her standing there, completely alone, with nothing but the weight of his words in her mind.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror once more, her stomach twisting as she pulled the fabric off her figure.

@otfniah here's your part 2 baby 😈

part 1

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cindol · 3 days ago

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o̴̶̷᷄ o̴̶̷̥᷅ but daddy, i love him !

jjk x black fem reader

charas — gojo satoru, geto sugru, sukuna ryomen, yuki tsukumo, toji fushiguro,

𓈒 ♡̶ 𓂃 — when jjk men aren’t approved by your father.

𖧧 𓂃 ִֶָ — highschool au in all scenarios, fluff, crack, teenage pregnancy, drugging mentioned.,

geto suguru

a lot of people would think geto’s the best example of a guy who’s good for someone’s daughter. Perfect grades, star pupil of his class, the whole shabang but that was quite the opposite for your father when he officially met the man who won his babygirl’s heart at this dinner.

your mother was just all smiles, placing dessert peach cobbler on his plate but your father had a straight face with furrowed bushy black brows. Really geto tried everything in the book to impress your but he never smiled at any joke he made or accomplishment he mentioned.

once he came outside with your dad it was confirmed your father just didn’t like him.

“truth is boy, i just don’t like you, don’t want you or your loud mouthed ass friends around her or you around her.” saying that all while smoking a cigarette.

mentally, geto could sigh. Of course the one equation to this was gojo, always was. Geto put on a front, making a tight nit smile. “well, i guess i understand that sir.” he wasn’t looking to get into a argument with his girlfriend’s father. geto still never quit, because why would he over some salty dick trying to keep him from his pretty girlfriend?

at the dead of night you heard small dropping noises at your window. You were on your way to sleep after finishing homework at such a late time but that garnered your attention. You got up from your desk and walked to your window, when you looked down geto was there in all his glory, on a tall ladder in his infamous white t-shirt, baggy pants with his hair out of a bun.

you gasped at the sight of him. “g-geto?! what the hell are you doing here so late? it’s like, midnight!” talking in a hushed yelling whispering tone to not alert your parents.

geto just had that calm smile on his lips with relaxed hooded eyes. “well your father unfortunately has a large stick up his ass and commanded me not to see my girlfriend, so i’m here to kidnap you away.” he said, half joking.

you covered your mouth, but a small giggle came out at his words. “my dad will seriously have your ass if he knew you were here.”

“that’s why i’m taking you and then returning you righttt back. You wanna come with me don’t you?”

for a moment you looked around, mostly at your door since your parents room was right across from yours then back to geto to sigh. You couldn’t say no to him, never could since you met him.

you exhaled out a small breath. “i can’t say no to you. Just, let me get dolled up a little at least.”

he scoffed gripping your wrists making you squeak out a little grunt. “don’t need you to be all dolled up, just come with me in those cookie pajamas and afro puffs.”

once again you grouch, but decided to climb down the latter in your white shirt, black bonnet and black cookie patterned pajama pants.

gojo satoru

your father didn’t like cocky assholes. If it wasn’t for gojo’s witty humor and cockiness he would actually accept him as your boyfriend since he saw gojo as a good money bag.

now for gojo he didn’t care if your father seethed him and grounded you not to see him. In gojo’s eyes he loved his girlfriend and a bitter old guy wouldn’t stop him from loving you.

when you saw a man in all black climbing through your window your immediate instinct was to run over to the window and scream while hitting the body that was halfway through it with your pillow.

you stopped once you heard that familiar “ouch ouch!” then stood with a pillow in one hand with your other hand on your hip. “gojo? what are you even doing here so late!”

he huffed, dusting himself off and ruffling his hair.”well now that my girlfriend isn’t beating me with a pillow i came to take you out for a romantic little date.”

a smile formed on the corner of your lips, turning into a grin on your two tones brown lips, mostly at the romantic date aspect. “this late at night? How romantic of you, satoru.” you teased him, but it was cute for someone like gojo.

“what? old man don’t want you sneaking around goodie two shoes?” he bantered back at you.

“well he’s not even really inside, late shift at work till 2PM, so him finding out is out the window.”

gojo’s eyes were wide with shock. “so did i just like…. borrow geto’s latter for no reason?”

you giggled, nodding.

“well shit… let’s go out the front then. Makes my job as a boyfriend easier now!”

toji fushiguro

toji wasn’t the ideal boyfriend for a normal girlfriend, he knew that and your dad did. Your father tried with him, as much as he could try as a normal middle class dad until toji decided he didn’t wanna practice safe sex and impregnated his daughter. It made matters more complicated when you wanted to keep the baby too.

your father banished you from ever seeing toji but he didn’t know that a simple command didn’t sedate a pregnant sad girl, you went lengths to see your boyfriend, going far enough to drug the poor man your dad hired to watch you while he was out on a late shift.

toji was taken aback when he saw opened his front door to his pregnant girlfriend he hadn’t seen in six weeks, in pajamas and a purple bonnet. By the sulking look on her face he could tell you had been crying in your free lonesome time.

“shit… y/n? ya dad actually allowed you to see me?”

you shook your head. “he’s out on a shift so, i had to sedate the poor security guard’s he hired. Had to see you”

it wasn’t appropriate right now but toji smirked at that.”taught ya well huh? My girlfriend drugged her first man.” he joked. That got a dry laugh from you, despite your saddened expression.

there was a long silence till you spoke again. “i just…. need to see you, can’t take this loneliness in that damn house with that asshole i call my blood father. I don’t care if your mom is here either i just—”

he interrupted with you by bringing you into his arm. “you know she’s always fucking off somewhere at a bar again, now come and get inside, can’t have my pregnant girlfriend depressed alone.”

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rcvcgers · 2 days ago

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A Thousand Miles

this is how i would imagine the boys would react to "a thousand miles" by vanessa carlton while in the car!

word count: 1.4k words

warnings: none!

author's note: my sister turned this song on in the car today so of course i had to make a post about it!

Sylus

Sylus knows how much you love listening to music. He couldn’t stand to see you disappointed whenever you couldn’t listen to your playlist whenever you went on joyrides together.

So when he picked you up from your apartment with brand new helmets with bluetooth audio, Sylus knew he was the best boyfriend ever by your squeals and the way you peppered kisses all over his face.

He made sure your helmet had cat ears on it too because you’re his kitten.

Sylus chuckled as you jumped for joy, struggling to tighten the straps of your helmet as you swipe through your endless list of playlists.

Sylus helped you onto the bike, absolutely loving the way your body molded to his. He guided your arms around his torso, placing your hands on his abdomen just the way he likes it.

Ten minutes into your joyride is when the song comes on.

Sylus’s body goes frigid for a moment, having to listen closely as the piano notes rang through his ears. He didn’t even notice as your hands moved up his chest, gripping his pecs.

You sang along to the song and very innocently squeezed his pecs along to the beat of the chorus. You even alternated between the right and the left because you were in a silly goofy mood.

A smirk formed on his lips when he heard you singing the lyrics, “cause I need you, and I miss you!”

You need him? Well, who is he to say no to his kitten?

His grip on the throttle tightened, his fist turning it as his motorcycle lunged forward, weaving through traffic so he can show you just how much he needs and misses you too.

Zayne

Zayne is arguably one of the best drivers on the road. He doesn’t speed and he always makes sure to use his blinker when changing lanes.

He knows how much you hate it when he goes the speed limit, knowing that everyone in the world goes at least 5 miles over it.

That’s how you two settled into a fun routine of you putting on music and trying to get Zayne to break and sing with you. It hasn’t happened yet, though, but it doesn’t make you any less determined to make him crack!

“Alright, Zayne,” you smiled as you landed on the perfect song, “gird your loins because I’m going to get you to break!”

Zayne raised an eyebrow and looked at you out of the corner of his eye. His face remained stoic as the beginning piano notes flowed through the car’s speakers.

Really? This is your song? He shook his head and knew that this was the easiest challenge you’ve brought to him. He listened as you belted out the lyrics, matching the dramatics and tone of the song.

At one point, you even held your fist to his mouth as if it were a microphone. Zayne didn’t give in, though, and remained stoic as he weaved through the Linkon traffic.

What got him to break, though, was the beat of the song. It was…appealing to him. He liked the beat and how they repeated in a predictive order. He didn’t even realize that his finger was tapping against the steering wheel.

You gasped and pointed at him. You passed the music as he rolled his eyes, looking away.

“Did I manage to break the Dr. Zayne?”

“It seems like you have, my love.”

Xavier

Xavier was knocked out in the passenger seat of your shared car. After a long day of fighting Wanderers and arguing with Tara about who gets the honor of dealing with all the paperwork (which Xavier has admitted to never doing during his time at the Association), he was slumped to say the least.

You quietly played music to pass the time, opting to drive around just a bit longer so Xavier can get as much sleep as he can before, well, falling asleep yet again in your bed.

You held back an excited squeal when the song came on. You haven’t heard it in years! It brought back so many happy memories for you.

You gently turned the volume knob to the side, the volume increasing ever so slightly, as the singer’s voice sang the lyrics. You hummed along, popping your shoulders up and down, containing your giggles. When the chorus kicked in, you couldn’t help but sing along!

“And now I wonder…if I could fall, into the sky, do you think time, would pass me by?”

You turned your head and looked over at Xavier, who stared at you with those big blue eyes of his. It shocked you, though, and the car swerved before you quickly gained control of it.

“It doesn’t make sense,” he said, looking out the window and at the moon, crossing his arms over his chest as he gets comfortable in his seat.

“What doesn’t make sense?” You followed up, glancing his way as you drove the car back to your apartment.

“How does one ‘fall’ into the sky? That’s not how gravity works.” Your snort earned a half-glare from him. “What? What’s so funny?”

“I don’t think she meant it literally, baby!”

“Oh…well that’s just lazy songwriting.”

Rafayel

Rafayel wanted to be the only one in charge of your weekend plans. He needed it to be perfect for you! Rafayel had the very bright idea of renting a convertible, since the city was known for its coastal views along the highway.

So he put you in charge of the weekend playlist!

Rafayel helped you into the passenger seat of the convertible, quickly making his way to the driver side. The two of you decided to buy silly sunglasses for each other from a local store for your scenic car trip along the coast.

Rafayel got you a pair with obscenely large lenses and the frames were bedazzled with red and purple stones. You got him a pair of children’s sunglasses that were way too small for his face with shark fins that poked from the lenses.

“This is an insult to sharks,” he grumbled, the car speeding towards the highway.

You flicked through the songs on your playlist, trying to find the perfect song to start off the drive. You clicked it when you found it, a smile growing on your face when Rafayel gasped, looking over at you.

It was your song. Cheesy, yes, but it’s oh so good.

You and Rafayel belted out the lyrics and put the volume on full blast, your hair flying with the wind. He pressed the gas pedal all the way to the floor, soaring to top speeds.

It wasn’t long until sirens rang from behind you. The encounter ended with Rafayel getting a hefty speeding ticket. He looked over at you, shark sunglasses still on his face when he said, “sharks are always at the scene of the crime. Never forget that, cutie.”

Caleb

Your local movie theater was doing a weekend romcom extravaganza and Caleb decided to buy you tickets for a showing of your favorite movie. He showed up at your door with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and another bouquet of your favorite candy.

Were your jacket pockets and purse going to be filled with said candy? Yes. Absolutely. But Caleb was going to help you shove his box of MilkDuds into an empty crevice! So it was worth it.

He parked in a spot far away from the entrance and walked to your side of the car. You sat with the candy bouquet in your lap, beaming at him. The radio played in the background and he rested his forearm the open car door, leaning down.

“You ready, pip-squeak?” Caleb mused with a smile. You nodded and handed the bouquet to him.

“Stuff me!”

The two of you spent the next five minutes shoving bags and small boxes of candy into every pocket you had. M&Ms went in your jean pockets while mini Reeses were tucked inside the sleeve of your jacket. You stood in a t-pose while Caleb slipped more and more candy into your clothing.

The song on the radio was catchy and the two of you found yourself singing along, the lyrics echoing off the parking garage walls. You swayed your hips, dodging as he tried to slip red licorice into your pants.

“Stay still for me, pip-squeak!” He laughed. You rolled your eyes and obeyed, glancing at the clock in his car.

“Shit! Caleb, we’re late!” You gasped and he popped right up, scooping you into his arms as he ran towards the movie theater doors.

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