#circle accent pillows

[eightsunshowers]

Loft-Style - Transitional Family Room Mid-sized transitional loft-style family room idea with a light wood floor, beige walls, no fireplace, and no television

[ecording]

Living Room Formal A large, enclosed living room with orange walls, a dark wood floor, no fireplace, and no television.

[gracexthoughts]

intrusion 

jacaerys velaryon x wife!reader

warnings; assault, blood and fighting, break in, cursing, pretty typical for canon universe level of violence, no use of y/n or character description, men being creeps summary; from this request. two intruders, sent by the greens, stumble upon you in their search for rhaenyra and decide to take you as their prize instead a/n; i love this request sm and wrote this kinda fast so apologies for any mistakes. please do not read if any of the above is triggering to you. i put *** on either end of the physical attack on reader if you want to avoid it

The night has been restless for you. A storm lashes at the island Dragonstone towers over; rain and lightning and thunder tearing at the walls of the keep, wind howling against the window pains. Your husband, Jacaerys, is still gone after being sent to treat with some ally. He has yet to return, and you cannot help the worry that has wormed its way into your chest. The storm has held him up, you repeat to yourself, sighing as you toss in bed to lay on your back. Even though you’ve only been married for a few moons, the bed feels too large without his warmth next to you. 

Lighting illuminates the room, and the door to your chambers bursts open as thunder claps, covering the sound of the wood banging against the stone. You bolt up, hoping to see Jacaerys, but instead, you are met with two pairs of unfamiliar eyes. 

Two men stand in the doorway of your chambers, one tall and skinny, a white scar across his face shining in the torchlight, and the other short with muscles pushing against the seams of his clothing. Fear seizes your heart as they examine the room. “Who are you?” you demand sharply, attempting to cover the fear in your voice with the commanding tone you hear Queen Rhaenyra use so often. 

“That’s not the bloody Whore Queen,” the stout man grumbles in a Flea Bottom accent, lowering the torch slightly. Whore Queen, they called your mother-by-law. The Greens sent them, you realize, your heartbeat increasing its pace.

“That’s the bastard prince’s bitch,” the taller one sneers, kicking the door closed and stalking forward.

“Where’s your princeling at, girly?” the other coos, placing the torch in the sconce near the door. As they come closer, you scoot away on the bed, their eyes like rabid animals circling prey. 

“The library,” you lie, “He’s due to come to bed any minute.” Your hand slowly moves under the pillow behind you, searching for the small dagger Jacaerys insisted you sleep with since the attack on his mother by Ser Arryk. The men look at each other, evil smiles splitting their faces. 

“Just came from the library,” the shorter man sneers, stepping up onto the platform the bed sits on. 

“No bastards there. Seems like you’re all alone,” the tall man coos, biting his lip as he stands at the foot of the bed. Your fingers close around the cool hilt of the dagger as the blankets of the bed are ripped off you. You don’t move, keeping the dagger hidden under the pillows, even as the men scan your figure, only clad in a silk nightdress. 

*** 

“Leave now, and the Queen and the Prince will reward you; I’ll ensure it,” you say, your voice beginning to quiver slightly in fear. 

“Oh, the Queen and Prince will reward us, alright, just not your lot,” the man at the foot of the bed smiles menacingly. “Hold her down.” The man at your side reaches out for you, and you slash at him with the dagger, managing a deep cut on his arm. The man stumbles back, a raging yell from his lips. 

“GUARDS! HELP!” You scream, trying to move to the left side of the bed, but your leg is pulled back, and your arm that holds the dagger is pinned down to your side by a heavy boot, a rough hand covering your mouth and muffling your screams. 

“Shut up, idiot,” the taller man grumbles to the other, who still wails, before turning back to you, “I heard you were a feisty one,” he laughs as he hovers above you, wrenching the dagger free and bringing it up to your face. 

“Little cunt, more like,” the man you cut grumbles, glaring at you as tears of fear blur your vision. 

“You’ll be fine. Help me with her, would ya?” The two men grab your arms and legs, dragging you from the bed. You cry out as you land on the hard stone floor.

“Shut up!” One of them growls behind you, pulling you up by your hair and covering your mouth. You squirm and fight as best as you can, but the men have the advantage and chuckle at your feeble attempts as they shove you up against the wall. You cry out again as your head connects with the wall and they begin tying your hands with rough rope as you pray silently to any god who will listen.

***

Before they can secure the ropes completely, blood sprays out of the taller man’s chest as a sword splits him in two. The hands on your limbs relent as the man is pulled off you, revealing Jacaerys, sword dripping with blood, face dark with rage and hair wet with rain. 

Jace tosses the man to the floor before his eyes turn predatorily to the stockier man who draws a short sword from his belt. You watch in shock as your husband engages with the man, attacking him with more vigor and bloodlust than you thought possible for the sweet man you know. You back away hurriedly and crouch in the corner of the room, desperately trying to get as far away from the fight as possible.

A hand pulls your attention from the fight, and you flinch away before turning to see the Queen, your mother-by-law, reaching for you. Her face is soft but urgent. She goes again for your hand, pulling you to her and helping you stand. She pulls you into her, taking care the shield you as gentle arms wrap around your shaking body, not caring that the blood on your front will stain her gown. You cling to her desperately, listening to her whispers of comfort, and turn your head to see Ser Lorrent pushing the intruder to his knees in front of the Prince, his blade to the man’s throat as more guards rush into the room. Jacaerys stands over the man menacingly, his chest rising and falling with his rapid breath, blood pooling from a gash on the intruder’s leg onto the stone floor. 

“Your friend is lucky I gave him a quick death,” Jacaerys growls, glaring at the man on the floor as he crouches down in front of him like a predator, “You won’t be so. I’ll be sure to send The Usurper a message with your head, once I’ve made you pay for touching my wife.” You’ve never seen such rage in your husband before; his usually so soft and sweet amber eyes now contorted with hatred, the flames from the torchlight reflecting in his eyes as if the fire is inside him. His sword drips with blood, mixing with the blood pool on the floor and yet there’s not a scratch on him. Rhaenyra squeezes you tightly for a moment before releasing you and stepping forward. 

“Take him to the dungeons, have two guards on duty at all times, and summon the maids,” commands the Queen to Ser Lorrent, who nods and drags the man from your chambers, a trail of blood in their wake. You watch, without moving from your corner, as Rhaenyra cups her son’s face before taking her leave and the guards, and Jacaerys turns to you; all the hardness in his gaze melted away and replaced by wide eyes full of concern. He speaks your name, his voice cracking slightly at the sight of you, and you throw yourself to him. His sword clatters to the ground as his muscular arms catch you, a hand cradling your head against his chest and the other wrapped around your waist tightly. Your knees give out as the shock leaves your veins, and the pair of you drop to the floor. 

“How did-” 

“The storm made the flight back harder than I expected. I was on my way up when I found a dead guard. They’d pushed the body behind a pillar, but I still saw it. I thought they’d come for Mother again, so I ran to her chambers first. When I saw her undisturbed, I just knew,” Jace explains softly, brushing your hair soothingly, his thumb wiping away tears and blood spatters from your cheeks. “I’m so sorry, my love. I should’ve been here. I should have come here first, I-I’m going to kill them all for laying a hand on you.”

Jacaerys’ mind is reeling and he’s sure he has never been so scared as he was when he found those men attacking his wife, his love, his heart. His more violent side, one he pushes down for the sake of decency, itches to storm down to the dungeons and torture the man who dared hurt you, to make him pay for every second of pain he caused you, to fly to King’s Landing himself to find those responsible for this night and add their blood to his blade. But you need him more in this moment and he is ever at your will.

“S’not your fault,” you say softly, your voice weaker than you’d like. Jace opens his mouth, but two maids enter the room, clearly having just been woken, eyes wide at the state of your chambers. 

“Pardon, my prince, my lady,” the elder of the two says softly, dark blue eyes full of sympathy. Your husband helps you stand, his arm staying protectively around your shoulder. 

"Let us wash and try to find sleep," he says softly to you before turning to ask one of the maids to make the bed in your old chambers and run you a bath. Jacaerys wraps his dark red and still-damp cape around your shoulders before leading you down the halls to the chambers you lived in before your marriage. The familiar surroundings comfort you as Jace leads you to the couch before starting a fire in the hearth.

Soon, the bed has been made up and a hot bath drawn and your husband dismisses the maids, thanking them for their help at such late hours. Jacaerys gently helps you undress and step into the bath. Kneeling outside, he helps wash away the night's evidence, softly sponging the blood from your skin and wringing it from your hair. You lean into his soft touch, finding comfort in his presence and care. Few words are spoken between you as he cares for you but in this moment, his presence is all you want. You can sense the anger in Jace lingering under his skin, needling at his mind, but he stays by your side, whispering promises that he won’t leave you, that he’ll always protect you; your wellbeing more important to him than anything else in the world.

Once you are dressed in a clean nightgown and all blood cleansed from both of you, the pair of you crawl into bed together, your head on his broad chest, allowing his heartbeat to lull you back into a sense of safety. It is not until the first rays of light begin to shine through the curtains that you both find sleep, but you do eventually, wrapped in the loving embrace of each other.

[your-nanas-house]

Sweet treat

◇ Pairing: Stepdad!Thomas Shelby X stepdaughter!Reader

◇ Warnings: SMUT, stepdad x stepdaughter, they both off age, cheating, sweet words.

◇ Summary: Thomas needs a bit of a sweet treat after a rough and long day at work.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Took me ages to finish this, sorry for the wait... been quite stuck and busy lately. 🙏❤️

"Darling..." his low sweet voice called as his rough hand brushed away the hair that was on Y/n's face.

It was still dark when the young woman opened her eyes, still half asleep and a bit confused of what was happening due to the deep sleep she previously was in.

"That's my princess," the voice cooed almost mockingly and she could feel the callous hand move on her neck now... against her warm skin.

She knew too well what was going on but her groggy mind didn't allow her to fully take in what was surrounding her.

Almost reflexively a small smile appeared on her face when Tommy's lips kissed her forehead tenderly, the fingers of the sinner now moving the fabric of her nightgown off her shoulder... exposing her tender body to the cool air of the night.

His extension at work that day meant only one thing... he was searching something specific from her... and it was urgent since the man woke her up just for that.

He usually didn't wake her up on purpose... but he made an exception just in those desperate nights.

"Wake-up for daddy, sweet girl" his accent thicker than usual, she could tell it clearly when his low raspy voice pulled her completely back into reality.

The young woman inhaled sharply as soon as she felt the contrast of the tender caress on her cheek and the dirty feeling of Thomas' throbbing boner which was pressing down her lower stomach.

Her tired eyes flattered open for the second time, wandering slightly confused before meeting her stepdad's light piercing eyes and his towering frame.

Sleepiness was still blinding her mind and she needed to get fully awake to understand completely what was happening— but her body reacted faster than her mind.

"There she is. Good girl" Thomas hummed at the view, removing skillfully his shirt before opening his pants as well, pulling them down with his underwear.

The only light present in the room was the little candle he brought there and the soft smoothing light of the moon, which made her understand that it was still pretty early to actually wake up and start the day... and her mom was probably still in her own bed.

The girl could really feel now the rough circles that her stepdad was doing on her clit through her panties, which made her body jolt slightly in pleasure and bite automatically her bottom lip to be quiet. He always liked that she was so responsive for his touch and his praises. It made it easier to get her wet and go to the main part quickly when he needed.

"Tommy—" the young woman nearly whined out as she spread her legs wider to indulge in that pre-orgasm sensation which was the amazing path of the perfect stimulation of her body caused by various factors. Like his tongue swirling now around her hard nipples, mixed with the rough massage her clit was undergoing and his calloused free hand which was busy kneading her flesh.

"Had such a.... fookin'... shit.. of.. day..." Thomas revealed between open mouth kisses, never stopping to work on her so to get her ready for him as he continued to ramble about what happened.

Sadly he had little patience that night so as soon as her smaller body shook due to the orgasm, which hit her like a train, he sucked his fingers clean and easily manhandling her into a position he liked.

Lay down on her belly, ass up and hands flat on the sheet so that the man could easily reach for them.

The young woman's head was resting on the soft pillow, her breathing was heavy as she heard just the soft sound of the fabric moving and the cracking of her bed. She didn't dare to look and check on what her stepfather was doing, opting to behave and close her eyes as she waited patiently.

Thoughts swam in her head, making her bite her bottom lip inconsciously as her body kept buzzing from her earlier orgasm.

Her mom was still in the other room and there were so many maids they could have been easily caught if they wouldn't have paid attention.... not that Thomas was worried about it. In contrary, it was quite exciting for him— for them.

"Always so good for me, luv" The man's low and raspy voice interrupted the silence as the tip of his cock teased her entrance, thrusting carefully in the tip a couple of time to make her relax a bit before the definitive push which made her nearly scream and take his lenght all at once.

Tommy's rough hand flight to her mouth, covering it completely as he slowly pulled out, after waiting to allow her to adjust, enough to leave just the tip inside before thrusting harshly back in.

"So good" he breathed out with a grunt, continuing with his slow but rough movements not caring about her at all now that he had manage to be deep balls in her cunt

"You like it, love?" he asked breathlessly, as his hand sneaked to her chest so that he could play with her perky tits while still keeping one on her mouth to prevent her to be too loud.

It was perfection, Thomas loved those moments with her... his wife was nothing compare to Y/n. His sweet Y/n.

The bed kept cracking at each rough thrust he did, nearly covering the sensual noises of their skin slapping together as his hips snapped forward hitting her joggling ass.

Their body were covered of a thin layer of sweat which started to soak the bedsheets as the time passed and Thomas's cock kept bullying her warm walls inside, his tip hitting her g-spot roughly a couple of time before sending her over the edge.

He didn't stopped at all, rather he increased the speed now that his own control was slipping away since his dick was being milked by his stepdaughter's tight pussy. One thrust, two thrusts, three— and his body tensed, his hips pressing flat against hers and his lenght deep inside of her so not to dirty the sheets with the warm thick load that was filling her up.

"You're fookin' amazing, love. Daddy really needed it" the older man praised in a breath, his hips rocking in lazy swings before he finally let himself collapse on her smaller body— caging her in a hug till early morning.

[theemporium]

baby smut request incoming for a driver of your choice. Reassuring soft sex, with lots of kisses, touched and giggles and just being in that moment

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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Your alarm was going to go off soon. 

Or at least, you assumed it was. You weren’t quite sure of the time and you had no urge to reach over and see, simply happy to bask in the knowledge that the sun was rising and the rest of the world was going to wake up soon. 

But for now, it was just you and him.

“I want to stay here forever,” Charles murmured, his voice was low and a little gruff. His accent was heavier than usual, the sleep still clearly having a hold on the boy but it didn’t stop the way he gripped your hips, pulling you back until you were flush against him. “You feel like heaven, cherie.” 

“You’re so sappy in the mornings,” you teased, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt him slowly ease his cock inside you. It was far too early for either of you to even be awake, but that didn’t stop the deep want you had for your boyfriend. The desire to have him this close whenever you could. “Such a sweet mouth.”

“I can show you some other sweet things this mouth can do,” Charles retorted, his face buried against your shoulder as he placed soft kisses along the expanse of your exposed skin. 

Your clothes were still probably buried somewhere on the bed, under the duvet. In all honesty, neither of you had put much effort into it compared to usual. Somewhere in the ungodly hours of the morning, you had both found yourselves awake. One kiss turned into two, which turned into more. 

And then, with whatever energy he had in him, Charles had flipped you over and settled behind you, his hands on every inch of your skin until you were a soaking mess between your thighs.

“No,” you whined when you felt his fingers graze along your sides, making you squirm back into his hold. “Stay. Like this. Please.” 

“Always,” he whispered against your skin, his thrusts slow and lazy but neither of you were in any rush. Sometimes, you just needed this. The overwhelming feeling of Charles and his touch and his words with no time limit hovering over your heads.

Even if your alarm was bound to ruin the moment at some point.

“Oh shit,” you breathed out, turning your face into your pillow and burying yourself against it as you felt his fingers dance across your stomach before dipping down between your thighs. “Shit, Charlie, baby.”

“I love you,” he mumbled as he pressed random kisses along your skin, as he buried himself deep inside you. “I love you so much, cherie. You’re so beautiful. So perfect.” 

“Charles,” you whined, your cheeks flushing in response but he didn’t stop. 

“My girl,” he sighed happily, his nose brushing against your cheek as he held you close. “Most perfect girl in the world, so fucking lucky you chose me.”

“I’m the lucky one,” you managed to choke out between soft moans as his fingers circled your swollen clit.

And you could only see a hint of his cheeky smile as your walls clenched around him, your first of many orgasms washing over you as you basked in the morning light.

.

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

Simon fucking you brainless, literally until you can't go anymore, and then rubbing your head like this as you pass out beside him.

Cigarette between those kiss raw lips Simon takes another drag, pulling the smoke deep into the base of his lungs. This latest round of fucking was intense to say the least: sweat pouring, moans echoing, parts overstimulating, headboard pounding, all cumulating in a night of rough ecstasy that left the both of you satisfied but ridiculously fucking exhausted.

Copper eyes shift over to the resting body next to him in the bed. The covers are pulled up just enough to cover over their glisten body, but only up to their hips leaving their back exposed. He concentrates on the silky smooth surface that is faced to him as he counts the freckles along your shoulder blades, admiring the gorgeous specimen that keeps his needs met and his balls empty.

Fucking hell he cannot seem to ever get enough of you no matter how many times you frequent his room. The way you taste when he is between your legs as he coats himself in your juices, the way your tight little pussy feels as you're wrapped around his cock, the way you keep up with his insatiable appetite time and time again like the good little obedient doll you are sends him spiraling even just to think about.

Obsessed isn't quite the word, but fuck do you have him wrapped around your goddamn finger already.

And he's more than willing to let it stay that way.

Watching the rise and fall of your back as you calmly lay there, breathing in slowly and steadily with your eyes closed on the verge of sleep, he itches to show a bit of extra care to the one giving her all to keep him satisfied.

He places the cig from his fingers back between his lips and holds it there as he reaches one of those big, meaty hands over towards you. Those thick digits finding the back of your head and he laces them through your hair as you stir just slightly.

Tenderly he begins to comb them through the strands, massaging your scalp with a touch as gentle as he can; that can be a task for someone know for his roughness, but he's trying.

"Mmmm...feels good," you hum at the soothing feeling, letting him know that his efforts aren't in vain. He's taken a lot out of you, but it was worth all the fatigue in your limbs just to get this type of treatment.

He's gotta take care of his princess so she can keep taking care of him; if there's one thing he's not gonna do is let a good fucking thing run out by overusing it.

"Rest now, luv," he murmurs quietly in that low, husky, thickly accented voice, his fingers continuously stroking and stroking in slow even circles around your head until he is sure you are out.

The way you are curled up beside him, sleeping tightly snuggling your pillow soundlessly, he realizes that fuck, he really lucked out when he met you.

Maybe... maybe...

...he's actually a little obsessed.

[bkgsdoll]

first hungover morning with kats <3

🍮⠀⠀ notes: sfw, mention of drinking, fluffy fluffiness ‿ ୧ 🍡⠀ word count: 799

the sun's glittery warm light beams through your blinds when you wake up. you quietly whine, bringing a hand up to rub your aching head. your semi-shut eyes rake over to your sleeping boyfriend, his face relaxed and his usual stern expression softened in his slumber. a muscly arm protectively clutches your waist as katsuki's chest rises and falls peacefully. the memories of the previous night flash through your mind, the events including a hotel room and a bottle of champagne still clear. heat rises to your cheeks with a yawn.

"mm.." you sigh, blinking tiredly. "my head hurts.." you gently whisper to yourself.

katsuki stirs slightly at your gentle voice, his grip on you tightening unconsciously as he mutters something unintelligible. he lets out a soft, sleepy grumble before his eyes slowly open, blinking blearily in the morning light.

voice even gruffer than usual, he mumbles, "hmph.. what time is it?"

you lightly hum, "i dunno", resting your head on his bare chest.

he lets out a small sigh, his arm reflexively pulling you closer to him. he glances at the clock on his bedside table, squinting at the bright numbers. he tsks, leaning into his pillow. "s'damn late,"

you lightly smile. "oh yeah? what time is it?" you ask with another yawn, sleepily rubbing your eye.

katsuki murmurs, eyes closing as his rough hand starts to rub up and down your back, "nine,"

you giggle before letting out a tiny gasp. you quietly whine, pushing off the comfy duvet.

"hmph?" katsuki opens his eyes, watching you stumble towards the en suite. "oh," he mutters.

about two minutes later, you step out the bathroom with a frowny expression. he mocks your face playfully. "what's with the face?"

"my head hurts.." you moan with a pout, plopping yourself down next to him

he hums, grumbling about you drinking too much as he wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls your body closer to his, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. his fingers run through your hair gently, massaging your scalp in soothing circles.

"y'should go back ta sleep. d'ya need painkillers?" he yawns, more awake now.

"mm no.. i gotta get up," you sigh, moving onto katsuki's lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and digging your into the crevice of his shoulder. he lets out a soft grunt as your body settles onto his lap, his hands immediately going to your hips.

"you 'gotta get up' but here you are about ta fall back asleep," he dryly chuckles, petting your hair like a kitten. he squeezes your hips lightly. "gonna go grab you some water, baby." he mutters, kissing your head before starting to push you off his lap. you whine, tightening the grip of your wrapped arms.

katsuki rolls his eyes with affection, snaking his arm around your waist as he stands up, firmly holding you against him. "such a damn koala," he mumbles, heading downstairs to the kitchen with you held in his arms. he can feel the way your chest rises and falls against his, your body molding perfectly into his beefy figure.

he sets you down on a squeaky clean counter before pulling a bottle of water out of the fridge. he turns back to you after shutting the door, a soft smile across his face as you swing your legs back and forth lazily. he presses the cold bottle into your hand, pressing his hands against the counter as he slides in between your legs. "drink up, koara."

you grin at his japanese accent, adoring even a simple word in his foreign tongue. "thank you," you whisper before chugging down half of the bottle in thirsty gulps. he hums, "mhm", watching you guzzle down the liquid needily.

you release a relieved sigh after a few seconds, placing the half-full bottle next to you on the counter. your legs wrap around katsuki's middle as you run your hand against his rough, brawny arm. he hums contently, a large hand coming to rest on your soft thigh. he observes you intently, something he finds himself doing often. he watches your eyes droop sleepily, and the pout on your lips deepen to what he assumes is your pounding headache.

he brushes a strand of hair out of your face, lazily rubbing circles onto your thigh. "you hungry?" he steps away, not waiting for an answer to grab his pots and pans from the cupboards.

you shake your head with a dismissive "nuh uh" to which you get a scoff in return. katsuki then turns to you, pointing a pot in your direction with a demanding expression. "well that's too damn bad, you want your eggs scrambled or sunny side up?"

you grin. you love having your boyfriend take care of you.

[ptolomia]

Dream a little dream of me

Summary: You have an unfinished dream of Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Wet dream, Choking, Mating Press, Unsafe Sex.

You jolted awake, unaware of what time it was as the sweat set into your skin, a dull ache forming between your legs. You took a minute to take in your surroundings and the second body cradled you gently, the cold steel of his arm stretched around your waist, warmth pooling in your core.

You grind against him in the hope that he senses your need "Buck…" You whine low, the moan that meets your ear in response was enticing.  

He twitched against your ass, holding you closer and grinding against you. His arm slowly slid between your legs, relieving the pain. "Had a good dream baby?" His voice was coated in a soft rasp the words settled warmly against your ear. "No! It ended before the good part." You whined, melting from the friction.

"Can't have that now can we baby?” He teased, sucking at the pulse point of your neck making you sleepily keen.

His head lowers to rub his chin at the juxtapex of your cheekbone and ear and gives a shallow breath into the shell of your ear. "How do you want it, doll?" He licks at your earlobe and takes it in his mouth to give you a small nibble. His hips grinding against you again made you mewl as he braced himself on his elbows on the bed.

Fully pressed into you, he could feel the short, shuddering breaths that leave you in anticipation of what he was going to do seeing as you can't move currently under him.

“Please-" You tried to plead as your hips rubbed back against him. Loving the way his cock was slotted between your ass cheeks so perfectly. Pressing him to where your heat was. "Baby please!"

He growled as he inched your hips higher, grabbing a pillow, tucking it under your hips to get you at the perfect angle.

His right hand ran up your hips. The flimsy sleep shorts easily stretched as his hand dipped to grab your ass. His fingers slowly traced your upper thigh snaking a finger down to circle your clit. His hips bucking into you as he groaned.

"You're always so wet for me baby. Is that what you want? Want me to cum so deep inside you? Fill you up?"

You moan hard as his fingers sped up. A particularly hard jut of his hip made you both moan. "Fuck- I need you so bad baby. Always so good for me." He groaned "You're so ready for me. So obedient, always wanting my cock." He continued as he grinded.

"Please just fuck me Buck! I can't take it anymore!" He pulled his fingers away, pulling the hem of his sweatpants down to take out his cock. He slapped the head against your core "Patience is a virtue, doll"

He finally eased your agony slipping into you with ease. "So beautiful." He whispers nibbling on your earlobe, "G’morning, baby." You say back, barely coherent through your bliss.

He sped up, relishing in the way your plush walls tensed around his cock. He could feel your heartbeat through your pleasure. "God you're so fucking wet for me."

“Buck!" Your fingers grip his shoulders as his cock dug into you. Heat building in your stomach as you he rammed into you. 

"Being such a good little slut for me baby," He said between thrusts that made you keen and tense around his cock. "Is that good baby? Are you close f’me?" he says, his accent as sweet as honey. “O-Oh God! Yes baby!” you scream, your mind going blank.

His metal hand snaked around your throat, pushing you closer to the edge. Your nails dug into his back leaving tiny red crescents in their wake.

"Such a good girl- fuck!" Your walls tensed around him, warmth growing in your stomach as you squeezed around him. He growled in your ear, “Oh God baby, you’re squeezing me so tight. I’m so fucking close. Where do you want it baby?” He said, his thrusts never ceasing. You whined, relishing in the way his cock twitched inside you. "Fuck! Inside me-“

“I wouldn’t want it anywhere else, doll.” He groaned, pulling your legs to his shoulders and pressing into you as he came. "Fuck baby…" He panted, pulling out of you. He slowly removed the pillow beneath your hips, shifting to the side you made room for him to cradle you. “So, did I make up for your bad dream, baby?” He breathed softly, a light chuckle falling out as the words dropped off his tongue. A good morning, indeed.

[bamfkeeper]

Just some silly Nightcrawler thoughts~ 18+ minors dni under cut

Warnings: needy Kurt, a bit subby but changes at the end?? a lot of teasing, denial, begging and all that good stuff :) afab reader, i didn't take the time to edit this because it was just a silly thought lol

Wc: 1.4k

Sometimes I imagine how needy Kurt would be for you if you teased him a bunch. Like, teasing him all day around the mansion so his suit felt extra tight in the crotch. He had to sit awkwardly to hide his obvious problem he had and you just smirked at him because you know why he's sitting that way.

He's super whiny and he pokes you, trying to get you to come with him to another space because he needs to get rid of this thing between his legs.

Can you imagine he finally sits down on the bed after practically tearing off his uniform and his cock springs free, that pretty thing. It throbs, he whimpers as his head is puffy and purple, weeping warm, sticky beads.

"Bitte...bitte, do not tease me any further....I cannot handle it." he begs, his accent heavier as he cannot focus on words, but the incoming sensation you are going to give him. His poor lip trembles as you reach for him, your hand wrapping around his length and you gently stroke. However, a simple stroke isn't enough to satisfy the needy teleporter.

"Ah...." he whines in frustration, his head throbbed and leaked down his cock, his cheeks were such a pretty violet as he looked at you desperately. "Bitte..." he whined out again, more strained because he was yearning for your touch so badly. His hips bucked up slightly, trying to silently encourage MORE than what you were giving him.

"Shh, you are so cute like this, Kurt." you tease softly, your voice was so evenly set despite the situation, it made him whine again. His head hit the pillow and he stifled his noises by biting his lip. You could only grin, your index finger pressing the tip of his dick, finding that tiny slit where all those precious, pearlescent beads were leaking out. "I didn't expect you to be this desperate for attention..."

"Nein!" he whined, glaring down at you with a pout, "It is your fault...you have been teasing me all day..." he sat himself up on his elbows, his tail curls slightly as it lazily lays limp on the bed. "I beg you...do not make me suffer any longer." he tried to keep his voice steady, but that little tremble crept in and waved his voice off, letting you know just how much he was feeling.

His dick jumped, his lips parted slightly as he watched your finger make small circles along his puffy head. "Liebe!" his hands tightened around the sheets beside him, his face more flushed than ever now.

"You need to be patient, Kurt...I am taking my time with you. Now be good...lay back and let me play with you." your voice held such a promise, so honeyed and sweet, he couldn't help but listen. His bottom lip trembled as he focused on how tantalizingly slow your finger moves across the soft flesh of his tip.

You leaned down, his pretty cock was too good to resist for long. You placed a kiss on his head, letting your tongue come out and lick over it. The skin was so hot, he was clearly struggling with his needs. You could feel the blood flowing into his cock as you held it, pumping through the veins rapidly as his body demanded.

He had been teased all day, on the verge of tears, the poor thing. You couldn't keep him in this state, especially when he had been doing so well. So you suckled on his tip, letting your tongue swipe up and down along the tiny slit. You tasted his precum, not all that salty or bitter, mild enough for you to lap and lick at him without hesitation.

When you finally took him into your mouth, he couldn't help but let out a soft cry, the satisfaction of finally getting some stimulation after all your teasing was like heaven itself. He moaned and whimpered, shaking slightly on the bed. His tail twitched, the spade ticking back and forth as his chest rose and fell rapidly. He peeked his eyes open, looking down at you taking more of him in your mouth.

Your bobs started slow. You took your time to really suck him, your tongue cradling the underside of his cock and pressing harder as you neared his tip. You let out a soft moan around his dick, he shut his eyes and turned his head away from the delightfully sinful sight. "You are tuning me into a sinner, liebe..."

You pull off him, smiling and licking your lips, "You told me everyone is a sinner," you retorted playfully.

"J-Ja, but...nngh...you are infecting my mind with these...intense desires..." he looks back down at you and his tail had moved behind your head, gently pushing you back towards his dick.

"You act like you were fully innocent before we met." you complied to his gesture, but only for a moment as you took him into your mouth again. "Mmn...you taste delicious." you praise him and he whimpers and squirms even more while your mouth works wonders on him.

Imagine how he might beg, how he would tremble as he approaches his orgasm. Do you give it to him, do you deny him? Watch how his eyes widen and he tries to hold on tighter as he feels your mouth slide off his dick to deny his impending burst, and he cries out with frustration and denial.

"Nein!! Nein, why did you stop!?" he cries and falls back on the bed, his pitiful noises filled the room as did the musk of his arousal, his cock was so swollen...the buildups being denied were making him extra sensitive.

"I want to finish, bitte, don't stop next time..." he whined, his bottom lip pouting out. "Bitte, fräulein...I need to..."

Imagine rubbing yourself on him, your folds gently caressing his dick as you slicken him up further, he watches his tip peek out every little roll you give. He is so incredibly desperate by now, it takes all his strength not to give in and slam you down on him.

You listen to his beautiful noises, his whimpers and whines, his trembling begging as he tries desperately to control himself, but at this point of your relentless teasing he couldn't hold himself back. When you finally sink down on him, you gasp and moan as he stretches you and fills you to the brim.

He wants to drill up, but he stays put.

He wants to plant his feet into the mattress, grab your hips, and let his body take over, but he doesn't.

You began to bounce on him, skillfully bouncing and rolling your hips as he lets out more noises for you. "Ah, aah, liebe, you are...practically milking me, it feels so good..." he mewled, his hands grab your plush hips and he pants, meeting your bounces with the press of his own hips.

Imagine how he absolutely loses it when he gets close, you might slow your bounces but at this point, he can't take another denial. His fur bristles, his teeth bare slightly as he grabs onto you much tighter. "Nein, liebling, not this time..." he says in a quieter voice, he holds your body close, his tail wrapping around you and he does push up into you.

Those needs from before unleash and he begins to thrust upward, your bounces being met with his desperate bucking, grinding his cock deep inside you until it repeatedly kisses your cervix over and over again.

"I will finish...I will get my peak, and you will let me," he buried his nose into your neck, inhaling your scent as he continues to bring you down to meet his thrusts. "Ah, I'm close..." he mumbles, his lips sloppily kissing your neck and leaving hungry nips. You are helpless against his wonderful thrusts, it feels so incredible you can only hold onto him in return as he is driven by the extreme desires you gave him.

He pants and huffs hard against you, you can feel him throbbing and swelling inside as his orgasm rapidly approaches. "Need to...can I...bitte, Ich muss kommen..." he rasps, his movements falter as his hips thrust erratically.

"Come for me, my love, you can." you whisper encouragingly to him and he can't hold it back any longer. He bites down on your neck and he cries into your skin as he drives his cock as deep as possible, releasing hot, thick ropes of cum into your womb. He pulls back and thrusts a few more fast pumps into you as he rides out his orgasm.

You feel so full, he keeps pumping out cum and filling you until it seeps out around him. Imagine how he shudders as it drips down his balls and you continue to bounce on him.

Anyway. My thought turned into a big ramble. Thanks for reading lol.

*BAMF*

dividers by @/adornedwithlight

[thegettingbyp2]

Can you do one where jasper and you are doing the deed and um he is scared to hurt you so he's going slow and you ask if he can faster and he completely ruins you.

Fem reader plz

Drink water take care of yourself and love yourself❤️

You Won't Hurt Me

Small whimpers and whines were escaping from your lips every time you felt Jaspers hips press against yours before he pulled back out, continuing his soft thrusts into you. Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging on the blonde strands to try to convey to him that you wanted him to take you harder and faster but all you felt in return was his feather light touch trail up your body.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like the soft touches he gave you; his touches conveyed how much he cared about you after all. You just wished that sometimes he’d use a little more force with you.

‘Jasper,’ you whined softly, causing Jasper to quickly stop his movements and look down at you, concern written over his whole face.

‘Is everything okay? Did I hurt you?’ he asked, searching your face for any sign of discomfort or pain.

‘Everything’s fine,’ you insisted, cupping his cheeks in your palms as you ran your thumbs along his cheeks, trying to sooth the worry lines that were quickly appearing. ‘It’s just, I’m not going to break, you know?’ you said, a faint blush appearing on your cheeks, ‘you can go faster, harder if you want to.’

‘(Y/N), I can’t,’ Jasper replied, moving his hand off of your body to help prop his body weight up above you. ‘You know I can’t, if I were to hurt you I don’t know what - ’

‘You won’t hurt me,’ you pressed, pulling your body up until your chest was pressed against his and his arm wrapped around your waist to support your body against his. ‘I know you, I trust you, there’s no way you could ever hurt me.’

‘You really believe that?’ he asked quietly, conflict warring in his eyes.

‘Of course, I do, and I know, deep down, that you believe it too,’ you mumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, ‘I love you.’

Those three words seemed to be the key. The second you uttered those words, Jasper deepened the kiss, kissing you harder than he had all night. He lowered you both down until your back was pressed against the soft bed as his lips began their descent down your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin slightly, sending shockwaves of pleasure racing through your body. His hips began to move again, speeding up until you were pretty sure that your hips were going to be bruised with the way he was slamming against you.

Jasper’s eyes had turned almost black as he looked down at you, his fingers tightening their grasp on your waist as he marvelled at the loud moans he was now managing to draw from your lips.

‘So beautiful,’ he murmured, his Southern accent thick. Smirking slightly to himself, as he took in the sight of you laying beneath him, your hair fanned out like a halo on the pillow around you and your eyes closed in bliss, your lips parted in pleasure. Jasper’s hand trailed down your body to rub tight circles against your clit, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. ‘Look at me, (Y/N),’ he crooned in your ear and your eyes fluttered open. The pleasure filled tears that were threatening to fall down your cheeks making your eyes sparkle. ‘Is this what you wanted, hmm? Wanted me to fuck you so well that I made you cry?’

You nodded breathlessly, his name escaping your lips in a small whimper that had Jasper grinning down at you as his hips began to stutter against yours and his fingers sped up on your clit. ‘I’m close baby, are you going to cum for me?’ he whispered against your lips, grinning when he felt your legs tremble around him.

‘Yes,’ you gasped as a moan wracked your body and Jasper gave your clit a light flick that had you falling over the edge, Jasper following soon after as he felt your walls contract around his cock.

Pulling out gently, Jasper took a moment to take in your breathless state, slightly proud of himself until his eyes fell upon the finger shaped bruises that now littered your waist and hips. You jolted slightly at the feel of his cold fingers tracing the marks he had left behind and he was quick to pull away from you, scared that he’d hurt you.

‘I’m so sorry,’ he mumbled, not tearing his gaze away from your marked skin. You followed his gaze down and realised straight away what he was trying to apologise for.

‘I’m not.’

‘You’re not?’

‘No. Jasper you didn’t hurt me so there’s nothing to apologise for. You did what I asked you to and it was amazing.’

‘Really?’ he asked, hope clouding his vision as he looked into your eyes.

‘Yeah, besides, I kind of like the bruises. It means I’m yours.’

Jaspers eyes darkened once again at your statement. ‘Well in that case,’ he said, leaning down to kiss your jawline, ‘maybe we should leave some more.’

[beejunos]

SPEAK TO ME | Sneak peek [Alastor x f.reader] | SMUT (mdni)

Summary: Alastors voice turns you on. Something he loves to take advantage of.

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Did someone ask for an Alastor voice kink fic?! This is only a sneak peek! I hope to finish this little smutty story in about two days.

Halfway through your night routine, you turned on your radio at a soft, pleasant volume, and Alastor's smooth voice filled the otherwise silent room. 

"Salutations, friends and hellish residents! Tonight, we have a splendid assortment of the latest news and the best Hell has to offer in jazz, but before we chitchat about our dear city's hellish affairs, here is the newest music from Miss Jezebel and The Wicked Six!" 

Slow and sultry jazz music started to play on the radio. The woman who sang had a deep, smoky quality that was inherently sexy to you. There was just something about women who sang with deep voices that made your hips sway from side to side, effortlessly dancing across your room as you started to strip, pretending there was someone there who enjoyed the show you put on. 

You turned off all the lights except the small lamp by your bed and crawled under the thick blanket. You left the radio on as you made yourself comfortable, hugging one of your pillows close to you. 

The song ended, and Alastor came back. This time, he started talking about the news. Since the news sometimes made you too sad to sleep, you never really listened to what he was saying; you only listened to his voice—his tone, the cadence of his speech, and his transatlantic accent. 

You let his voice wash over you like a soothing balm to your aching body, but soon, you felt the familiar tingles run up your back. Warmth pooled low within you as you shifted in your bed, lying on your back. The desire to touch and be touched grew in you, to move, to grind, to satisfy the urge for sex. 

Closing your eyes and letting your hands wander over your body, you start by slowly dragging your fingertips over your sensitive throat, making sure that your light fingertips touch all the places that made you weak. 

Your hands travel from your throat down to your chest. Palming your breasts in your hand, you drag your nails over your sensitive nipples. Pinshin, pulling and rolling them between your fingers till they are warm and hard. 

Your senses sharpen as you start to feel more intensely, but your mind goes hazy, making it hard to think clearly. Alastors voice is but background noise now that edges you on.

One hand stays on your breast as the other journeys down, down, down and under your underwear. 

You slowly drag your finger between your lips, coating your finger in your wetness as you slowly pull it towards your clit. A breathless gasp is pulled from your mouth the first time your finger comes in contact with your sensitive clit. Slowly and with the lightest touch, you start to circle the organ, and what feels like electricity builds in your loins.

You can't help but move in your bed, legs bending and toes curling as you give yourself the pleasure that you wished Alastor would provide you. Your hand that previously played with your breast joined your other hand, and you let out a not-so-subtle moan as you pushed two fingers into you. Desperately, you curl your fingers inside you to increase the pleasure. 

You want it. You need it. Your toes curl almost painfully as Alastors name falls from your lips like a prayer. 

You're so close. So close you can see stars behind your eyes. You breathlessly chase that sweet release. Building, and building, and building. Your legs are shaking as you bite your lips. Hips lift from the mattress as you fight the urge to close your legs.

You are so, so close.

"What are you doing, my dear?" 

Cold dread crashes through your body as you rip your hands away from your body. You frantically look all over your room in the shadows. Looking for that all-knowing smile and calculating red eyes. 

His voice had been so close and clear that he had to be in your room. It had felt like he had spoken to you right beside your ear. But you were alone. No one was in your room but you. 

"Such a naughty little creature you are, my dear. So desperate to be touched." 

Goosebumps travel up your back as you slowly turn in the direction you hear his voice. On your nightstand is the radio that Alastor gave you. It is still on, but the yellow light of the display has turned red. 

Towering over you in your bed, you almost feel like he is watching you. Observing you as you lay naked in your bed. Your blankets were by the end of the bed as you had kicked them off a long time ago. 

"Can't even listen to me talking without having to touch yourself. My oh my, what will I ever do with such a bad little doe, hm?" 

Shaking all over, you reached for the radio's electrical cord and jerked it out of the outlet. The radio fell silent as you collapsed in your bed. Spent, but not satisfied. However, you soon start to tremble over the fact that Alastor had listened to you pleasuring yourself, and he seemed to like it.

[barcaatthemoon]

cup tied || grace clinton x reader ||

you comfort grace when she learns that she can't compete in the finals.

you knew that it was only a matter of time before manchester's management reached out. grace seemed to be none the wiser, and so, it had completely blindsided her. generally, whenever you got to play, it was a big deal, but this start didn't feel right to you. not when grace was so torn up over being forced out of her starting spot by the team that had sent her away.

"gracie?" you called out into your unusually dark bedroom. grace rarely drew the blinds like this in the middle of the day, but she obviously wanted an appropriate brooding location. if you didn't know how genuinely torn up about this grace was, you would have found it somewhat funny.

"go away," grace grumbled. you turned your head towards the somewhat grace-shaped lump on the bed. she was laying face down in the pillows with a blanket covering her body. the room wasn't really cold, so you knew that grace was probably already sweating buckets.

"gracie, babe, talk to me." you walked over to the bed and gently pulled her blanket off. grace let out a small sigh of relief, but didn't make any other moves or noises. you sat down on the bed next to her, softly rubbing circles on her back.

"this isn't you going away." grace just barely lifted her head. it wasn't enough for you to see her face, but it was enough to hear the tears she was holding back. "i don't want to talk about any of this. not how i'm feeling, nothing."

your heart broke a little at her utterly defeated tone. grace may have only been a loan player, but she was a spur. you had gotten to see firsthand how she immersed herself in the club. manchester's managers were assholes for reminding grace that she was cup tied like that immediately after the team made it to the finals. while everybody else was out celebrating, grace was wallowing at home.

"grace, will you please sit up and look at me?" you asked her. grace grumbled, but did as you asked anyway. you offered her a sympathetic smile. the pout that you were met with would have been somewhat funny if it wasn't for the unshed tears making grace's eyes shimmer. "aw, sweet girl, it's okay. come here."

grace all but launched herself into your arms. her body hit against yours with a thud, one that seemingly broke down the walls she had been building up. grace's tears soaked through your shirt, and all you could do was coax her to let it all out. this had meant so much to her, having helped the team every single step of the way before this. she had earned her starting spot in the cup finals, united's management be damned.

"it's not fair," grace cried out. she mumbled something else with her face buried in your neck, so muffled that you couldn't understand a word of it. sometimes you liked to tease grace for her accent, but today wasn't a day that you were going to be any other way than kind with your girlfriend.

"what was that gracie?" you asked her. grace tore her head from the crook of your neck and looked at you. she blinked a couple of times, and for a moment, you expected her to just go right back to the position she had been in before. "grace?"

"i wanted to win with you." grace's bottom lip trembled before she burst into a fit of tears. you moved as quickly as you could to pull grace into a hug. she once again fell into your arms, once again knocking you onto your back in the process. grace was trying to say something through her tears, but it all jumbled together.

"hey, you know that this isn't the end of the world right?" you asked grace. it had taken quite a few minutes, but grace had finally calmed down enough to stop sobbing into your shirt. "there will be other tournaments and finals for us to play in together. if it's something you want, i'll go wherever you go. i don't want to play somewhere that doesn't have you."

"this is your home club. would you really leave for me?" grace didn't look like she believed you, but you were absolutely telling her the truth. the spurs were the only club that you had ever played for, you wanted to retire here, but that didn't mean that you couldn't play for a few other teams before that day came.

"i'd leave the planet if you wanted to play on mars," you told her. grace smiled as she cupped your cheeks in her hands and leaned in to kiss you. you happily kissed her back. there was a light push and pull between the two of you before grace broke the kiss to catch her breath. "i can tell the coaches not to start me in the game. we can sit in the stands together and just watch."

"no, i couldn't ask you to do that for me. i'll be your wag for the final, you've been mine plenty of times. d-do you think that i could borrow a jersey to wear?" grace asked you. she had never worn one of your jerseys to watch you play before. the idea of it had you pushing the sad thoughts about grace momentarily to the side.

the two of you had done jersey swaps before, but back then, she wasn't your girlfriend yet. the idea of grace wearing your jersey in the stands as she cheered you on made your heart race and your head feel like it was in the clouds. grace could see how happy the idea of her in the stands like that made you, so she decided to focus on that instead of being booted for the final.

when the day rolled around, grace was truly the best wag in the stands. you swore that you could hear her above the entirety of the rowdy manchester crowd. every single glance that you shot towards the stands landed directly on grace. she was like your good luck charm, and because of her being there, you knew that you'd win the game.

"this is just as much your win as it is mine," you said as you pulled grace into a hug. it was your very first tournament final start, and it ended in a win. the bittersweetness was not lost on you since your start had only come because of grace being cup tied.

"shut up," grace said fondly. she gave you a big squeeze in the hug, as well as a kiss to the cheek. "i am so fucking proud of you, so please just take this win for me. it's not our win, it's yours. i didn't score that screamer of a goal, nor did i make a perfect cross into the box for beth's header."

"yeah, but you did other things. you taught me how to make crosses like that. you helped me direct my power better for my long shots. most importantly, you've supported me all season, even before you were my girlfriend," you told her. grace was blushing heavily as she attempted to hide her face from you. you couldn't let that happen, however, and grabbed her cheeks to force her to look at you. "but i'll shut up if you just kiss me, gracie."

"happily." grace smiled into the kiss, sighing happily as she did so. the celebrations of the field faded into the background as grace's hands grabbed your hips. all you could focus on was grace, and how amazing it felt in that moment to be with her. you didn't think that you would ever find someone you loved even half as much as grace. it was simply impossible.

[little-diable]

At My Mercy - Jasper Hale (smut drabble)

I wrote this on my way to work, since I couldn’t get these words out of my head. It’s pure filth and just a drabble. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: pwp

Warnings: 18+, unprotected piv, choking, dom!Jasper, praise kink

Pairing: Jasper Hale x fem!reader (400 words)

She had her face pressed into the pillow, hands tightening their grip on the fabric. The pillow managed to swallow most of the sinful sounds clawing through her, wanting to reverberate through the room, mixed with his. Jasper was towering over her, hands digging into her flesh.

“Fuck, so tight, could stay buried inside of you forever.” His growls left her trembling, closed eyes daring to roll back, searching for a different kind of darkness. Jasper guided her body, knowing how to touch her like a captain guiding its ship through uneasy water, he was always right there to take care of her.

“Mhm, Jas’.” The words rang in his ears, words no human being would have picked up on, unable to hear the sounds she used to mewl his name. His hips snapped against hers, burying himself deeper inside of her, needing to feel her walls clench his cock.

She felt him tense behind her, pulling out of her before (y/n) could understand what was happening. A gasp rippled through her as Jasper flipped her around, eyes meeting hers. He pushed back into her, groaning as her walls fluttered around him, needing to feel him just as close. No words were shared as he grasped her throat with his hand, tightening his grip.

“My pretty girl, I could do everything with you, and you’d take it like the good girl you are, wouldn’t you?” She parted her lips, desperate to reply, though no words managed to roll off her tongue, fuelled by the heat clashing through her. Both were close, about to let go with one another’s name leaving them. “At my mercy, forever my darlin’.”

She gasped at the way his accent grew thicker with every passing moment, making her limbs tremble. (Y/n) choked on her sobs, eyes squeezed shut, nails trying to leave their marks on his skin. Jasper’s thumb found her lips, forcing her to suck on the digit as he smirked down on her, allowing her to circle her sensitive bundle of nerves, pushing herself over the edge.

Both came in unison, moaning and groaning for one another. Their bodies clung together, desperate to feel one another near, even after such a powerful high. Jasper pulled out of her all too carefully, watching his cum drip down her thighs with a satisfied smirk, very well knowing that this wasn’t the last orgasm of this very shared evening.

[baka-bakeneko]

Take a Break - Wade Wilson

tags: video games, mini contests, sex repulsion, Sex Repulsed Wade Wilson, teasing, a litttle dry humping, serious discussion abt sex repulsion, domestic shit, cutesy PDA, consolation

wc: 2.2k

synopsis: Wade has to say something. [part three of marathon s-e-x; part one / part two]

a/n: I originally wrote this as like a third marathon piece but one of my favorite artists (fuzzyaya on twitter) reminded me that Wade Wilson doesn't have a super high sex drive, so I ran with that instead.

You reared on Wade's lap, moving the controller up to shield his view of the television. His arms around you squeezed at your sides, shifting you out of the way while his teeth sank in your shoulder.

"Move your ass so I can beat it," Wade growled against you, pulling you back down.

You wiggled on him, distracting him with a flick of your hips. He tightened his hold on you, leaning you into him.

"Winner gets the good pillow," you taunted, leaning into Wade's view.

Wade made a noise of amusement, leaning you sideways out of view before manuevering his controller cord around you.

"Who said I have more than one? Looks like you're sleeping on my chest, kitten."

You pressed your knees into Wade's thighs, pulling yourself upright in his lap again. "You make it sound like a bad thing."

Leaning back, you pecked Wade's temple then sat up on your knees to block his view as the two hyper-colored cars entered the last lap.

"Loser buys coffee in the morning," you offered, using your nitro button at the last curve.

"I'd shake on it, but I'm about to win this--shit!" Wade boasted, ready to breeze past you with his final nitro boost, but you crossed over the finish line and the race was called.

Your character rounded the lap in cartoon cheers and confetti, the winner's title displayed on your half of the screen. Wade's character drove, head in hands defeat, displaying a full 2nd place placard.

"Nice try, baby," you comforted, sitting down on Wade's lap and dropping your controller to the living room accent table. "Make mine's an extra large iced coffee, okay?"

Wade hid a roll of his eyes, dropping his controller next to him and scooping your legs and back into his arms. "You think I reward cheaters? Nice try, yourself."

He shifted onto his knees on the couch, then stood up. You curled your arms around his neck, pointing your toes with Wade carrying you to bed.

"Cheater? You dare to mock my champion title?" You asked, dropping down onto the mattress, your hand folded to your chest in feigned offense.

Wade growled, crawling over you and meeting your lips. You held his face, your fingers tracing over the intricate burns along his ears. Your legs spread, you invited him to steady his weight over yours.

He sighed into your mouth, his face and body relaxing as his arms curled around your waist. He rolled his hips, nestling his bulge behind his briefs at the crest of your mound behind your panties.

You pulled back with a whimper, resting your forehead against his with a huff. Wade shared your breath, his chest meeting yours with a deep stretch of his back.

"I dare," Wade punctuated with a quick peck. "But I'll buy you a coffee as a consolation prize."

You scrunched your nose, puckering your lips for another kiss.

"Make sure it says 'Number One' on it," you teased, rolling your hips to rub against Wade's bulge.

He smirked, baring his top teeth with a playful sneer. "I would, but I'm a sore loser."

You feigned a pout, running your fingers down to Wade's neck. Pulling yourself up, you kissed his cheek then jaw. Wade hummed, tilted his jaw in the direction of your affection.

"Can I...say something?" Wade asked, planting his hands to your hips and putting distance between your bodies.

"Of course, baby," You said, lying back on the bed. Your fingers circled at the nape of his neck, your other hand dragging down his shoulder before finally squeezing his bicep.

Admiring him.

Wade's browline raised, his eyes softening while he stared down at you. He blushed, swallowing hard as his gaze raked down your body clothed in his sweatshirt. His chest rose and fell hard, acknowledging the hi-cut panties you were adorned in.

"I..." Wade began, bringing his eyes back up to meet yours. "don't want to have sex tonight."

Your fingers never stopped curling at the nape of Wade's neck, your other hand running down his side. "Okay, baby. That's okay."

The skin between Wade's brows scrunched, smiling in slight disbelief. He quirked, taking in your demeanor. "You sure?"

The knit of your brows couldn't be helped; tilting your head slightly at Wade, you cupped his jaw and brought him closer to you until your lips grazed his chin.

"I understand if you don't want to, Wade," you reassured, lifting to kiss his cheek, then the corner of his lips. "I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."

Wade immediately collapsed against your body, nuzzling and squeezing you close as he tucked his chin over your shoulder. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his slim shoulders and holding him tight against your chest.

"But I'm taking the pillow tonight." You teased.

Wade glanced up at you, squishing his cheek harder against your shoulder. "I'll be your little spoon."

You smiled, kissing Wade's forehead as your fingers traced down his tattered back. His skin a decorated mosaic of scars and welps, his body telling a story all on its own.

You shut your eyes for a long moment, relishing the feeling of Wade's steady weight over yours. "Can I ask you something back?"

Wade stifled a yawn, tucking his chin and shutting his eyes. "Shoot, hot stuff."

You disguised a gulp, your palm petting over your boyfriend's shoulder blade. "Has...anyone made you feel bad for saying 'no'?"

At that, you felt Wade stiffen over you. His body, once malleable and warm was now jagged and cutting. His chin moved over your chest, monitoring your shallow breaths since asking.

Still, he answered: "Uh, yeah. A few."

Your breath stopped, wondering how twisty the question must've felt in Wade's gut. You angled yourself up on your elbow, staring down at Wade positioned on your chest.

In that instant, you wanted to throw your body over his like he did you to shield whatever horrific thoughts you simmered out of him.

"I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to bring up bad memories."

Wade scoffed, effectively shutting down your apology and relaxing against you. "Like that kart racing bullshit? I'm still not over that by the way."

You tried to meet Wade's eyes, your hand finding the back of his head to get him to look at you. "Wade--"

He shut his eyes to hide from your prodding glare, sure that you would see through him. "Don't think I forgot the blue shell. You almost had me forgetting."

Then he was up and off of you, making his way off the foot of the bed and towards the bathroom. You sat up, your body chasing after his.

"Wade, please." You reached for his hand to pull him back into you, console the feelings he harbored.

He threw his hands up in feigned defeat, walking into the restroom. "Just remembered I can't share my bed with a cheater, sorry."

You sat on the edge, dangling a foot to the floor while you waited to hear Wade's movements. You stared at the comforter dangling over the edge of the bed, patiently biding your time until he returned.

Minutes passed without a sound which prompted you to stand. You tiptoed in the direction of the bathroom then leaned against the doorway when you found Wade sitting on the toilet seat., head in hands.

"Baby," you began, launching yourself away from the doorway. "I'm sorry."

You stopped before Wade, who was unmoving. No sniffles echoed from behind his hands, just silence. You swallowed and sat on the decorative toilet rug before his legs, reaching a tentative hand out to pet his knee.

He flinched slightly, but never receded from you. You pet carefully, stringently, at his kneecap then this calf. More time passed in silence between you two until he inhaled deeply and sat up.

"Do you like a man that's repulsed by sex sometimes?" Wade asked geniuinely, his eyes finally meeting yours.

They bore into you, searching inches of your mind to find an answer suitable for his question. The corners of your mouth lifted, tempted to beam a soft smile at him but refrained.

You tenderly rested your chin against his thigh, keeping his inquistive gaze met.

"I like you, Wade," you answered honestly. "And if that's how you feel sometimes, then that's how you feel. I respect it."

Wade scoffed, flashing a hint of his signature smirk before his face fell and he looked away. You saw his eyes glisten something fresh, the tempt of tears.

"You know, when I said I'd like to keep you for a whole year, I was probably exaggerating." He looked down to his clasped hands in his lap.

Wade tempted his tongue out to wet his dry lips, the very lips that kissed you so tenderly. "I want to keep you, but when it comes to sex...I-I-"

"You don't have to keep it up everyday," you said, raising your hand to rest between his open palms. "I'm not asking you to. I'd never ask you to. And I"m not going anywhere unless you ask me to leave."

Wade's bottom tried to quiver, but he sucked it in and looked at you. "I'm not kicking you out for shit. You'll be begging to leave me at the end of this."

Your heart singed at the utterance. Your hand squeezed at his, resting your cheek on his thigh. "What end?"

Wade opened his mouth to speak but clammed up the further he stared. He exhaled a shaky breath, dropping his eyes to your hand in both of his.

"I don't want you to think I'm sick of you. Or disgusted." Wade started, glancing at you. "I just..."

"Don't feel like it sometimes," you finished, nodding along to his sentiment. "I understand, babe. I do. And it's nothing to do with you."

"Don't think you wiggling on me, cheating at that game wasn't doing it for me. It does wonders for the spank bank." He reached up to tap his temple. "But that'll only be when I'm away from you."

Silence crept in again before Wade's breath shoved it away. He stood, pulling you to your feet and tenderly melded his lips to yours.

"I'm sorry, for bringing that--"

"Shush shush," Wade enunciated, folding his index finger to your lips before playfully squishing them down. "I'll race you to bed. Winner gets the pillow."

You flashed your teeth from behind his finger. "Game on."

Darting out of Wade's grasp, you breezed out of the bathroom and hopped onto the bed. Wade was close behind you, his hands ghosting out at your waist to pull you back before his body careened onto the bed directly after yours.

The two of you ended up a tangle of limbs, clawing to the head of the bed, ready to tag Wade's singular pillow in triumph.

"Wade, don't play with me right now."

"I'm playing nice, baby!"

The closer you got to the pillow, Wade would grab your hips and drag you back, causing your hoodie to ride up to your chest. Wade lunged out for the pillow, only stopped by your hands gripping agressively at his ass and yanking him back.

The two of you play-fought in a continuous wave until you called a truce to catch your breath. In the middle of the bed, you and Wade both stared at the ceiling, panting like a pair of dogs.

You glanced over at Wade, over the vast grey sea of bedsheets and started laughing. He grinned at the lilting noises that escaped you and joined in.

He reached for you first, pulling you towards him to bask in your laughter. His hand curved at your hairline then down to your jaw, admiring all big and small about you at once.

He swallowed hard, his laughter dying out the more he was drawn in by your glow, the blush from playing brightening your cheeks. Too soon.

You still tittered, meeting Wade's milky gaze and mapping the beautiful imperfect of his face while your hand drifted up and grabbed onto the pillow.

With a smile, you brought the thin pillow down on Wade's head, cackling all over again as he broke. His nose scrunched with a scoff.

"You cheated, again!" Wade jeered, pulling you in for a deep kiss that shot to your toes.

Your body froze, humming and tittering behind the work of his lips before his tongue slipped into your mouth. The moan that escaped you was unmannered, your hands bracing his waist to keep him a chaste distance from you.

When he pulled away, you tossed the pillow back up and grinned. "I didn't cheat the first time."

"That's debatable, okay? I bet if there was an instant replay, it would've shown I was in the lead."

You stuck your tongue out playfully, pinching at his side. "You wish."

The two of you remained in the center of the bed, going back and forth on your consecutive wins until Wade stifled a yawn.

You sat up, reaching for the comforter to bubble over the two of you. "When you wake up, don't forget my coffee, okay?"

Wade exhaled in acknowledgement, his eyes shutting to feign sleep. "Huh?"

[wraithdance]

The Five Year Plan | Gaz x Reader

Note: F!Reader but no gendered terms in this chapter, Fat/Plus sized Reader, Reader is implied to be Black but can be read as WoC, Readers nickname is 'Siggy', there will be no y/n use Content warning: terrible grasp of british-isms, parental angst, sick parent (cancer), some reader backstory for storytelling purposes, talks of pregnancy and readers womb, fatphobia from a parent, food mentions. (lmk if I need to tag something else for filtering!!)

Chapter Three: Don't tell mum

It is an ungodly hour of the morning and you have a sugar hangover and a canopy bed full of empty wrappers.

You’d spent the night crying and cursing stupid posh, blond men with trust funds and selective sperm practices. Which then led you to curse even stupider, infuriating wankers with pretty brown eyes and smooth burnished skin.

(Also the perky twits the two species have tea and procreate with, but you’re trying to do a better job of showing unwavering solidarity with other women. Despite the present fuckery at hand that is.)

A brief glance in the mirror of your vanity reflects the deep dark circles under your eyes and the evidence of your emergency chocolate eclairs on the bodice of your moo-moo. The silk lined linen had been no match for the wild disarray of your hair during the night. You looked quite frightening really. You don’t even need to glance at the framed Olivia Pope photo on your nightstand to know your fictional icon would be utterly disgusted at the state of you.

This would not do.

Sitting up from your pillow you point an accusing finger to the wobbling lipped wretch in the mirror and take a deep steadying breath for fortitude.

"Tits up, buttercup! There's no crying in show business!" you bellow at the watery reflection firmly.

The wretch in the mirror looks no more enthusiastic than before.

Mentally you shrug. Sure the motto is not as an effective motivator as it is with the raspy American accent of your chain smoking paternal aunt, but still. It's the thought that counts! With shoulders back and head high you're determined to expel angst from your body like water off a duck's arse. You force your mouth into a semblance of a smile that doesn't reach your eyes and tumble-scooch out of the nest of blankets in the middle of your bed. 

It was Saturday and you had an overbearing mother to visit (and subsequently lie to). If you didn’t get it together she’d smell the bitter notes of ‘Eau de Failure’ wafting over you like a shark scenting blood in the water. So with that in mind, you prepare for war with a nice candle and the motivating sounds of a beloved global hero. 

“Breakup, shmake-up! Alexa, be a dear and play Chaka Khan, we need this show back on the road. Pronto!”

An incoming text comes in briefly interrupting your improvised rendition of ‘I’m Every Woman’ while you perform (lounge) in the tub. With suds scarily close to your face you squint at the message from your father with one eye.

> Nurses called, mums in a mood.

You scowl. To be frank there’s not a time as of late where your mum wasn’t in a mood. Waving an arm in the air to dispel the bubbles covering your hand, you type out a text back.

< Gobsmacked, truly. Send rating for level of risk in engaging the matriarch, Skipper.

The reply comes in seconds. You can imagine your tech averse father having already expected the request and having a reply at the ready. 

> Threat level five, Captain.

You scrunch your nose and make a whine of irritation. 

Bugger. The scale only went up to six. 

With a sigh you send a simple ‘Roger that’ and sink lower into the bathtub. It was probably best to add more bubbles and break out the epsom salts. You were going to need all the relaxation you could get.

An hour later you’re dressed and slathered in body butter, glistening like a plump glazed ham. 

Outside your flat you’re shifting your bag around to find the knock off sunglasses somewhere traversing at the bottom when the sound of the door across the wall causes you to tense. Kyle stands in his doorway shuffling with a small plastic bag in hand and a sheepish smile. He’s blinking sleep from his eyes and scrunching his face as if the light filtering in the drab hallway disturbs him greatly. 

Your gut clenches seeing the serene yellow glow cascading across his brown skin. (It wasn’t fair that even the sun was a biased ninny and painted the bane of your existence out to be an ethereal creature.)

You give him a look up and down that you hope is less awestruck and all venom. It’s hard not to get distracted by the low hang of his gray sweatpants and the compression shirt that encompasses his broad chest. 

Sweet blueberries, the man dressed like a common whore. 

Sniffing you turn your nose up at him, shoving your sunglasses on your face when you finally reach them.

“Garrick.”

He smiles wider despite your dry tone. “Good morning, love.” 

“Were you just standing there at the door waiting for me?”

Kyle gives you a flat look in return with slightly less chipper-ness. He shifts his arms to rest in a cross, the bag swinging from the crook of his elbow like a metronome. His biceps bulge in a way that makes you want to clutch your pearls. 

(Or bite him. Hard.)

“I wasn’t waiting at the door.” He’s not quite mocking the cadence of your voice but you still wonder if you could get away with braining him with your overstuffed bag.

“I just happened to be nearby and I know you always leave around this time on Saturdays.”

You roll your eyes. 

“So you were waiting at the door then. You know Garrick stalking is illegal in the UK. I would hope you’d know that being military and such.”

Kyle narrows his eyes into slits. His nostrils flare as his once bright smile turns sardonic, gravely affronted.  

“Don’t know if you’re always such a charm in the mornings, love, but like I said, wasn't waiting around.” He clips. You are incensed at the degree of excitement that shoots through you at his rare snark. 

(You make a mental note to have one of the cute nurses at mum’s care center check you over for possible head trauma.)

“Besides,” He gives you a pointed look. “You would know something about illegal acts considering you’re the one who got banned from the resident’s meetings for nicking the snacks.”

The gasp of offense you let out is involuntary. Morning Kyle was not only scandalously dressed but also very rude!

“I did not steal anything, Garrick, they were complimentary for the residents!” You snark haughtily, pushing your sunglasses up your nose with a manicured finger. “I happen to be a resident you know and I gave my compliments when I took them.”

Kyle lets out a bark of laughter. The sleep layered tenor makes your toes curl in your sensible slippers. 

Bugger he was pretty. 

“Is there something you need from me?” you ask when his laugh trickles off into chuckles.

Kyle sobers and shoots you a sheepish glance. “Ah yeah actually. I wanted to give you these.” 

Kyle maneuvers the bag off his arm and extends it to you. With an abundance of caution you accept the offering like one would handle a ticking bomb and peek inside. 

An assortment of moon cakes greets you at the bottom of the plastic. 

You can smell the crisp outer shell and the sweet red bean filling of the pastry signifying their freshness. You do the mental math in your head and realize he’d had to have been up at the crack of dawn to get in line for them at the shops around the way. 

The treats sold out in minutes and you very rarely got the opportunity to get them on your own during the season as you were prone to sleeping in.  

“What’s this for?” 

“It’s an apology.” He gives your bewildered look a self deprecating grimace. “I don’t know what the other night was about but I wanted to apologize for hurting your feelings.”

Okay, no. Can’t have any of that now. 

You straighten up and put your hands on your hips. Kyle’s eyes follow your movements, staring for longer than polite. You clear your throat and he looks away when you give him an eyebrow raise in return. 

“Firstly, Garrick, you didn’t hurt my feelings, don't insult me. I was just taken aback.” pausing in consideration you peer over the rim of your glasses at the man. “What exactly did Madelyn tell you?”

Kyle shifts, one side of his mouth twitching upwards bringing your attention to the facial scar on his cheek.

“Nothing, actually. Just a lot of crying and mumbling about some Hugo. I honestly thought she was talking about a dog before I realized it was some chap she's seeing.”

You hum. Interesting, really.

You’d been sure he’d known more than he’d let on or at the very least that Madelyn would prove to be the unsavory sort to spill the beans on the sister wife shuffle you’d been unwittingly involved in. 

A glance at your watch shows you that you’ve spent too much time dawdling. No need to ruffle mum’s feathers further.

“Well, this has been lovely, Garrick, but I have to cut out. Places to go, people to see and such.” You shake the bag in your hand in emphasis, “Thanks for the goodies. it ‘s very... Sweet of you.” 

“You’re welcome, love.”

You’re glad you thought to wear your shades, the smile he gives you is infused with satisfaction and warmth. (He really should be much more careful where he aims those things he’s liable to blind someone.)

With a twirl of your wrist you give Kyle a halfhearted wave goodbye. He watches you until the lift closes.

What a strange duck.

You find your father at his usual haunt within the oncology unit of the extended care center. 

“Step away from the vending machine, Skipper. I come bearing tastier morsels.”

You smile at his wide eyed panic as he turns to you with shoulders to his ears. He curses low and pulls you into a bear hug, tight enough that a passing nurse shushes you for the squawk you let out. Your father’s miserably dramatic groan vibrates throughout your own chest and he lets out a puff of air.

“You’ve gotta announce yourself kid, I nearly shit myself.”

With a laugh you poke a finger into his rib causing him to jerk away from you. “It’s shat, do try to act like a proper Brit won’t you? Besides what's the fun in announcing myself when I can catch you red handed doing something you shouldn’t. Mum will be pissed you’re wasting money on vending machine biscuits ya’ know.”

Your father gives you a droll look when you snatch his change and shove it in your own pocket. 

(Someone has to pay the child tax after all.)

“Shit or shat, same difference and you would be the one responsible for cleaning me up, brat. And, I’ve been divorced from your mother for nearly a decade so I don’t care what she won’t like. I'm a grown ass man, I’m not afraid of her.”

Your eyes roll so far to the back of your head you swear you can see your medulla. He was so full of it.

“Yeah? So, if I told you not to tell mum something you’re not going to do that thing where you blurt it out the second she looks at you?”

He puts a hand over his heart in reply. “Of course I wouldn’t say anything. I’m a little offended right now, when have I ever run off at the mouth.”

You stomp your feet in irritation. He didn’t get to play clueless!

“Literally all the time. You’re the reason she sent me to that awful boarding school for nicking one of your cigarettes! I’m still scared of nuns you know- stop laughing!”

Your father continues to chuckle and pats your face. When you swat his hand away the look he gives you is unimpressed and flippant.

“In my defense, you were thirteen and had no business smoking in the first place, much less skipping class to do it. I had to put fear into you so you didn’t come out a delinquent.” 

“By telling mum?” You quirk a brow.

“Course, what’s scarier?” He gives you a smug look, linking his arms in yours. You both set a pace down the hall in the direction of your mothers room. 

“Besides, I wouldn’t be a father if I hadn't done whatever it took, you were very rebellious and snotty at the time. But still, it worked out didn’t it? Got a cool nickname out of it. Siggy, the chain smoking lawyer.”

You start to glare at him but the word father makes you wince and he catches it. “What’s the look?”

“So about being a father,” you slow to a stop just outside your mothers door. You give the nurse at reception a tight smile and try to come up with a way to say the thing. 

“Hugo got someone pregnant.” 

It takes the old man some time for it to click. You watch his mind whir putting together the things you didn’t say. Finally he levels you with a smirk much like a cat who drank the cream would wear.

“No shit? Didn’t think he had the cojones for that, you’d kept them in your purse long enough.”

The look you give him is unimpressed, he snickers. How dreadful, you were being parented by a child. 

“Yes well,” you look away “according to him I wasn’t mother material and he dumped me for the other woman.”

Your father hums “Tragic that. Didn’t like him very much so I can’t say I’ll miss him. He send you off with something?”

He motions his head at the plastic bag you fiddled with subconsciously. With a snort you hand it over, watching his eyes light ups when he digs through its contents.

“No, gift from my neighbor.” you wait until he’s taken a moon cake out of its individual wrapping before leveling him a glare. “Under no circumstances are you allowed to tell mum that Hugo and I broke up.”

Your father shrugs off your concern with a wave. “Yup got it. Won’t hear a peep out of me about it.” He takes a big bite that sends pastry flecks over his shirt and you roll your eyes.

Facing the door to the hospital room you roll your shoulders back and prepare yourself mentally.

The sound of a wrapper crinkly disturbs whatever inner peace you search for in the universe.

“Please Siggy, I served with guys in the Navy with less seriousness going into battle.” 

Good grief.

“Eat your sweets please.” You cluck, “I need to meditate before I walk in there.”

Your father ha-rumps in reply but thankfully keeps quiet. When you feel some semblance of self control you shoot a look behind you.

“Remember not a single word!”

Your mother is propped against mounds of pillows. She looks every bit like a queen holding court despite the tubing and wires running along her body. Her sallow skin is grayish in tint, far from the myriad of browns you remember from your youth. 

Yet her scowl remains sharp and dagger-like in nature.

“Oh, how nice of you to show up. I thought this was your way of telling me you want me to die alone.”

Your father shoots you a look as he finishes off the cake. Threat level five indeed.

You smile at her sheepishly which only makes her glare more.

“I got tied up with my neighbor, sorry mum. I’m here now though. What’s been going on?” 

Your mother says nothing instead choosing to follow you with her eyes as you make your way to the armchair beside her bed. When you’re seated she sucks her teeth and looks you up and down before gesturing at your still standing father with her head. 

“Why did you bring this traitorous shadow on my doorstep, eh? I already have a sickness, why must you make me suffer more?”

Your father rolls his eyes before gesturing a thumb over his shoulder.

“Alright… glad we had this talk. I’ll just run to the cafeteria.” Your father turns tail and leaves without waiting for a reply. Your mother gives you a look.

“Wisdom chases your father but unfortunately he is faster.”

“Please, that’s mean, mum.” You ignore her brush off, “He comes to visit with me every weekend even when he doesn’t have to, maybe you should give him a break.” 

Your mother is silent, choosing to disregard your scolding by facing away and watching the drama playing out on the telly. You allow the dismissal, watching along with her and sharing occasional comments on the plot. 

During an advertisement break she folds her hands into her lap and shifts to get a good look at you.

“Are you pregnant yet?”

You jerk back into the cushions of the chair, “No!”

She frowns. “Why not, you are getting old? 

And here we go.

“Mum,” you start carefully, “You say this every time you see me and I have to remind you once more that I’m not old. It’s actually pretty rude, you know, to suggest I need a baby because I’m aging.”

She huffs adjusting the nasal cannula. You look at the IV in her thin hand and the feeling of wrongness makes your body vibrate with anxiety. 

She shouldn’t be here.

You don’t get a chance to think about it anymore when she leans over the railing of her bed to stare deep into your eyes.

“What’s happened to that Humphrey fellow, what is he saying about your empty womb?”

For fucks sake!

“It’s Hugo and he’s got nothing to say about my womb because it’s not his bloody-” you refuse to amend the curse when she swats at you with the hand closest to you, “it’s not his bloody business mother, I’m not a breeding mare!” 

She narrows her eyes, jaw working as she contemplates your tense shoulders. “Where is he?” 

You recoil. For. Fucks. Sake!

You try to look casual while sitting back in the armchair, your unseeing glaze pretending to be interested in the period piece that now plays on the in-unit television.

“He’s around or whatever. Doing fiancé things and all that jazz. Super happy. Great guy, truly the best.”

Your mother lets out a sharp ‘Ha!’ She calls your full name in the tone. The ‘I have birthed you and I will end you’ like filicide is her right as a mother, tone. You sink low into the chair.

“What, mother?”

“You are lying, I can tell. Where is Harold and what happened to your engagement? If you’ve run off another man I will cut you from my will.”

You snort humorlessly.

“Like I said Hugo is fine where he is. Besides you don’t have a will, I know because I oversee your legal paperwork and you refuse to sit down and draft one with me.”

She mumbles something unintelligible about everyone speaking death onto her when your father walks into the room with a cup of coffee.

You see the second your mother sets up a plan of attack and your father does too in the way he freezes in fear like a doe in the path of a wolf. 

“Where is the child’s husband-”

“He broke up with her!" He blurts with wide, dodgy eyes, "Got some girl pregnant and ran off.” 

He returns your disgusted look with a shrug. “Sorry, Siggy got nervous.”

Seriously, the man needed some backbone! He’s not even married to her any more! You’re opening your mouth to lay into him when your mother launches her own attack on you both.

“Do not call my child that awful name, you discombobulated fool!” you mouth the word ‘discombobulated’, the woman was creative with her insults, you’ll give her that.

“And you!” she wags her finger in your direction with a stiff lip, “You should be ashamed of yourself for lying to your own ailing mother. Quickly, how did you manage to run this one off? I am dying to hear it.”

Primly you sit up, adjusting the hem of your shirt around your tummy. Your time in court was much less daunting, to be honest, but you’re a believer in faking it until you make it.

“Mumsy, I didn’t run anyone off, thank you very much. In my defense he was a cheating oaf and he is free to do what he wants, it's no skin off my back.”

She laughs haughtily and it makes you feel awful. 

“He wouldn’t have left if you gave him children!”

The dark desire to mention that giving a man a child hadn’t worked out in her favor when you catch your father’s look. He shakes his head, knowing you well enough to pluck the vicious thought from your mind.

You swallow back the biting retort in defeat.

“Mum please. Hugo said he didn’t want kids right away” you mentally add the ‘children with you’ with a frown, “I believed him when he said it and that’s not something I should be punished for.”  

Your mother sits back in bed, raising her hands in the air in defeat. 

“Everyone else in the family has a grandchild or three!” She cuts her eyes at you, “Why was I the one cursed with a child who buys ugly bags instead of raising babies.”

The pit in your stomach grows as tears prickle your eyes. “My bags aren’t ugly and its very mean of you to suggest that.” you whimper dejectedly.

Your father takes a step and puts his hand on your shoulder.

“I think that’s enough, we should be comforting our child not being insulting. You didn’t like the man anyways so what's the issue?” 

Your mother just tuts and closes her eyes like she couldn’t be arsed to have you both in sight a moment longer.

“He was also a fool.” She opens one eye to peek at you, “Your cousin is expecting again by the way.”

So that's what this was about, you snort.

“Yes well, terrible for you to compare me to my underage cousin when she’s barely a teenager with her second child on the way. You know as well as I do the family was in a kerfuffle about it the first time!”

Your father hums in agreement, voicing his support (a little late after having caused this mess, but still.)

“You should be proud to have a kid who has degrees, a great career -an admittedly shit flat,” He ignores your sound of objection “but otherwise really fabulous things going on. Say something nice, please.”

Your mother sniffs “I’m getting older and who knows if this sickness takes me to glory. The child obviously wants me to die without a grandbaby.”

Your sigh is deep and loud in the room. You know for a fact she's bringing up her cancer to twist the knife in deeper. Yet you heard from her yourself that the doctors crowed about the progress of her health.

“Mum please don’t keep saying stuff like that. It really hurts my feelings because you know I love you and I wouldn’t know what to do without you.” 

You watch your mother fight to not soften with your admission. She doesn't look directly at you, glancing more in your general direction. You place a hand over hers on top of the covers, squeezing her fingers tight. The dull shine of her wedding band catches the light of the side table lamp. 

She squeezes your hand back and lifts it out from under yours to pat your fingers. You know it's the only form of apology you’ll get from her. She does ruin it though, moments after.

“Your wrists are like sausage casings, have you gotten bigger?”

Yes well, that was your sign that it was time to go.

“Well lovely as always to see you mum,” you shift to a stand reaching for your bag at your feet and patting your father on the arm. “Think I’m going to pop out and consider my life choices and all.”

She tells you not to be cheeky when you kiss her cheek. She ignores your father’s goodbye  and continues on with watching her shows.

On the walk out front your father stops you from leaving. He lights up a cigarette, the cloying menthol aroma turning your stomach. 

(You never could pick one up again after that traumatizing moment in secondary school.)

Your father is quiet for some time, flicking the ash of his cigarette occasionally in deep thought. You don’t make an effort to break the silence, thinking of your own recollection of another successfully humiliating interaction with your mother. They’d been happening a lot more as of late and it was starting to wear a hole in your heart.

When you shuffle in place your father finally looks at you with a softened glint in his eye. He stumps out his ciggie and places a hand on your shoulder.

“You and your mother are just alike.”

Snorting, you look off to the darkening parking lot, settling your gaze on a flickering street lamp in the distance. You try to ignore the warbling view from behind the tears in your eyes.

“Wouldn’t let her hear that. I’m sure she’d pop her lid at the very suggestion.” You don’t mean to, but bitterness coats your tongue before you can stop yourself, “Poor, fat, pathetic Siggy mucking her perfect plans up as always.”

Your father shoots you a warning glance, not liking your tone or the self deprecation dripping from your mouth. Being under his steel gaze makes you feel childish but you refuse to show it, meeting his look head on.

Because like it or not it was the truth. Whether she said it outright she wasn’t satisfied with your person.

You’d grown up always being on the wrong end of your mothers ire. No matter how hard you tried otherwise. But there wasn’t an excellent mark you could get, a partner you could bring home, or even a diet you could go on. You were always just… lacking.

Your father sighs in the night.

“You’re just as hard headed as her, you know that? Just as quick to cut down an idea that doesn’t fit your vision.”

Catching the defeated slump of your shoulders he calls your name. When you don’t look at him he tucks a finger beneath your chin forcing you to meet his gaze. Love and sadness sit on his weathered skin like a cloak. 

“It’s not a bad thing, Captain. I know being all brass and bull dick helps you at that fancy ass firm of yours but it keeps you from smelling the roses from time to time.”

You wrinkle your nose at the crassness, not sure how to take being compared to bulls testicles. He continues on.

“You also got her flare for dramatics and her ambitious nature. It’s why you two have been butting heads since you could set up and talk.”

Whoa, not the case!

“She butts heads with me!” You cry out, “I don’t know what I could possibly be doing to trigger her but I’m exhausted figuring it out. I just want-“

The lump in your throat stops you and you take a shaky breath. 

“I just want her to be on my side for once? Instead of being worried about me embarrassing her in front of the family.”

He gives you a sad smile.

“She’s just scared. Been on the wrong end of the hyenas before, I think she tries to nag you into submission in hopes she can spare you half the pain.”

That you can’t help but give an unbelieving look to.

“Please she acts like the head hyena most days. It’s hard to believe she’s ever been judged the way she judges me.”

Your father hums humorlessly, wrapping an arm over your shoulder to smush you into his side.

“You’d be surprised. She’d gut me, then stuff me over the mantle for saying it, but I have it on good authority that she’s on thin ice with her side of the family as well.”

You sniffle past the tears on your lashes, blinking to peer at him. “Well don’t leave me in suspense, old man. What’s the story behind that?”

Your father chuffs and flicks the tip of your nose, you whine rubbing the sore spot left behind. 

“I got your old man alright, you little shit.” He laughs boisterously, “They’re pissed she dared marry me, an American. Then by doing me the honor of birthing you, the most loving, headstrong tornado of a child a man can ask for, despite their objections.”

The forehead kiss he plants on you brings more watery fluid to your eyes. You hide the emotion by frowning and pretending to wipe off imaginary residue from your forehead.

“I’m not following.” You snark flatly. It earns you a pinch.

“They’re pissed she went against them then had the nerve to agree to divorce me when it was all said and done. That’s on top of inconveniencing them by getting sick. Your mum’s been on the chopping block far longer than you’ve been and the pressure is getting to her.”

He lets out a long suffering sigh and you imagine he’s reliving the hard years that came about after the divorce. The constant yelling and coldness within your childhood home still sends ice down your spine. Your father notices the resulting shiver and rubs your arm to provide warmth into your limbs.

“Despite our differences, I know your mum is just worried you’ll face the same treatment she did when she went and ran off with me, the ‘no good American’ while on vacation.”

You sigh, still not really understanding. It was definitely unfortunate their treatment of your parents' marriage. You’d witnessed it in the slick remarks of your aunties and the other elders over the years. 

Your father had done what he could to shield you from figuring out his ostracism up until he’d asked your mother for a divorce. 

It wasn’t fair to either of them that the family was so caught up in outdated traditions to see your parents had loved each other once. But you couldn’t live like this and you say so.

“You said it yourself, you've been divorced for ages. It’s not fair that she puts so much pressure on me when I don’t give a damn about what they say. I’ve never amounted to anything they want and I refuse to exhaust myself trying to meet her expectations.”

Your father nods in agreement.

“That’s valid, Siggy. Ultimately I just want you to make your own path. I’ll talk to her about laying off, promise.” He cocks his head and squints at you. 

“What?” You give him a worried perusal.

“Are you still mad that I spilled the beans about the fiancé situation?”

You laugh, pinching him around the middle. “I’m still very upset actually. You sold me out so quickly, it’s like you didn’t even try!”

He shrugs shamelessly. “It was me or you. I had to put myself first in the end.”

You roll your eyes and enjoy the swaying hug he keeps you in. After some time he speaks, peering at you.

“Your little friend Blue is right, by the way, that Hugo man does look like a chihuahua.”

“Dad, please.” 

“I’m just saying, Captain, might have gotten lucky after all. wouldn’t want you to go off and birth a litter of pups with a french accent.”

Your resulting cackle echoes loudly into the night.

A/N lol sorry for taking forever for an update and all the parental angst lmao. If you can’t tell I suffer from mommy issues and I was avoiding writing this chapter. Excited, next part the good shit begins :’D

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[littlemissthunderstorms]

paris mornings

the car alex turner x reader

synopsis- morning sex with alex in a paris hotel room whilst on tour. no idea why specifically paris, just sounds delightful

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you squinted when you woke up, for sunlight had trickled through the sheer lace curtains, blinding your groggy eyes.

you closed your eyes again to bask in the feel of the morning sun, how its warmth danced across your skin ever so sweetly, the pearly light shimmering across your ruffled hair. rubbing your watery eyes, you turned over on your side to find alex sat up against the headboard next to you, his reading glasses perched upon his nose as he held a book in his hand. he looked adorable, strands of hair falling over his forehead while the back stuck out in different directions. rather than reading the book, he was looking at you.

“how long have you been watching me for?” you chuckled. the man shrugged. “ever since this book got boring.”

“and how long ago was that?”

“15 minutes or so.”

you rolled your eyes. he grinned, his caramel gaze shimmering with adoration as he pulled you in, pressing sweet kisses along your forehead and temple. “can’t help myself, you look so gorgeous in your sleep.” he put his book down, placing it on the nightstand along with his glasses.

his voice held a delicious morning rasp, accent ever so soothing as he cooed in your ear. you smiled, wrapping your arms around his head while he kissed your neck, leaving a sweet little bite every now and then.

he brought a hand up, warm palm massaging your breast through your thin t-shirt. you gasped a bit, caught off guard. he then rolled you over so he was now under you, his lips still attached to your neck, adorning you in marks.

you fisted his messy hair for balance, face practically falling into the pillow. he shuffled so his head lay on the pillow, grabbing your sides to pull you down, face to face with him. “christ.. good morning to you too.” you giggled.

smiling up at you, he cradled your face, tucking a stray strand behind your ear with the other hand. “sweet girl, you look so pretty…” his nose nudged into your cheek as he pulled you in for another kiss. he held your face, trailing his mouth over the corners of your lips. you blushed as he fully pressed the side of his face against yours, his eyelashes tickling your cheek. he kissed your face where he could reach, his hand entangled in the mess of your hair.

once pulling away, he gazed at you for a bit, heartbeat thumping under yours as his curious hands traveling down your torso and under your shirt, palms warm against your skin. they traveled down your waist, tracing every curve as he maintained eye contact, noses pressed together.

alex hummed a bit when his fingertips found the hem of your underwear, his smirk ever so present as he traced the tiny powder pink bow that adorned the top, thumbs hooking into the sides of the fabric.

you buried your face into his neck as he pulled your panties off, discarding them onto the floor. the sensation of your bare cunt rubbing up against his boxers made you gasp, arousal dripping down your folds. a rather loud whimper escaped your lips when alex teasingly ran a finger through your folds, stroking your clit in tantalizingly slow circles.

he groaned in delight, bringing his gaze to yours as he brought his finger to his mouth, sucking and licking it clean. your lips parted as you watched him, nails digging into his chest. god, you wanted him so bad. the man smirked, bringing his fingers down to rub your clit once more.

“ah, fuck.” you squeezed your eyes shut, face falling onto his chest as you arched your hips up. he held your waist up with one hand, the other finger fucking you ever so slowly. you were a whimpering mess already, drool sticking to his shirt. “that’s a girl, atta girl,” he rasped over and over, groaning at the feeling of your tight walls gripping his fingers.

“such a good fucking girl yeah? just woke up and you’re taking my fingers so well hm?” you moaned and nodded, practically riding his fingers now with the way your hips met him on every thrust.

just as that warm, sweet pressure started to rise in your abdomen, he completely stopped, earning a desperate cry from you as he pulled his fingers out. stopping your complaining, he shoved his two damp fingers into your mouth, leaving you drooling all over them and onto his stomach from where his shirt rode up. “fucking hell,” he groaned, watching how you sucked and licked your own arousal off his fingers.

“you wanna sit on my face baby?” he kneaded your waist eagerly, wisps of hair falling over his lust blown eyes as he gazed up at you. the abruptness of his question caught you off guard but nevertheless you complied, a bit too excited.

you sat up, crawling over so your hips hovered over his face. a blush creeped across your cheeks from the vulnerability of it all, but it went away, for he truly made you feel so beautiful in the way he caressed your thighs, mumbling a quiet “pretty girl.”

you bit your lip, gasping loudly when he pulled your pussy down onto his lips, his tongue immediately melting against your folds. you almost lost your balance, having to grip onto the headboard for support. he was relentless, mouth in contact with your heat for a mere five seconds yet he was already eating you out like a starving man.

his slight stubble scratched the insides of your thighs but it didn’t bother you one bit. if anything, it turned you on even more. he lapped at your clit, tongue darting in your hole as deep as he could reach, eliciting some lusty moans from you. suddenly realizing you were in a hotel, with walls that probably weren’t soundproof, you covered your mouth, muffling those sweet sounds.

“alex alex alex,” you whimpered his name over and over again like your only prayer. he suckled your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and you returned your hand to your mouth once more, drool dripping down your fingers. you gasped, already close from how he’d teased you with his fingers earlier, that same desire starting to pool in your lower stomach once more, if not stronger this time.

desperate for release, you started riding his face, strands of his messy hair brushing against your stomach each time you moved your hips forward. alex moaned into your clit, still eagerly lapping at you, his arms keeping your thighs in place. “fuck fuck fuck,” you gasped, needing both hands to hold onto the headboard now, biting down onto the wood to muffle your yelps.

the boy sped up his movements, drooling and moaning all over your pussy. his nose brushed your clit ever so deliciously as he tongue fucked you, sending the white hot pressure reeling through you, leaving your thighs shaking.

you drooled all over the headboard, crying his name out with your mouth pressed against the wood. you rode his face through your orgasm, panting and groaning. he didn’t cease his movements, still lapping at your release when you came down, quickly moving your hips off of him.

he grabbed you and pulled you in next to him, stroking your hair and kissing your cheeks. you looked at him, his nose and mouth all slick, cheeks and nose tinted a rosy pink. smiling up at him, you cradled his face and pulled him in for a sweet kiss, tasting yourself on his swollen lips.

“you’re too good,” you rasped. alex chuckled, his eyes all soft as he pressed his forehead against yours, rubbing your back soothingly. snaking your hand down his torso, you palmed his painfully hard cock through his boxers. the man hissed, grabbing your hand away, shaking his head.

“what about you? i wanna make you feel good too,” you pouted, batting your eyelashes. he chuckled, twisting a strand of your hair around his calloused fingertip.

“wanna take a shower with me?”

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10 minutes later and you were pressed up against the steamy ceramic tiles as alex kissed the fucking shit out of you. hot water trickled down his gold chain and onto his chest, making you wish you could envelop him like water. he looked absolutely gorgeous, brown eyes all shimmery and honey-like in the bright light that trickled through the glass panes of the shower door, water droplets sticking to his dark eyelashes, wet hair slicked back, his widows peak prominent.

you gasped, wrapping your arms around his neck as he picked you up and pressed your back against the cold tiles, wrapping your legs around his waist. he attacked your neck with soft bites and kisses, his large palm kneading your breast as the other kept you up against the wall. you were a moaning mess, the running water drowning out your pretty sighs and gasps from the outside world.

his erection presses against your stomach as he kisses you, making you so cock drunk already. just the mere thought of him filling you up, fucking you so deep you’re sore for the next 24 hours turns you on to an impossible degree. eager, you angled your hips so you could rub your folds against his length, coating his dick in your arousal. alex groaned, gripping your thigh tighter. “fuck,” he mumbled, fisting his cock and running it up and down your folds, making you whimper and claw at his shoulders.

he chuckled, his voice deep and thick with desire. he pressed his lips against your cheek. “so eager hm? want daddy to fill you up now don’t you?” you whined, nodding and whispering a desperate “yes please.”

he smirked against your cheek, pressing his nose against the side of your face as he finally pushed into you, his thick cock stretching your tight walls. you grasped at his dark, wet hair, making him groan as he pumped into you so slowly, so sensually, making you feel every vein and ridge.

you cursed under your breath, throwing your head back against the tile and squeezing your eyes shut. you couldn’t see, but alex was smiling at you, his gaze shimmering with adoration. he buried his face in your neck as his hips met yours over and over, your pretty sighs and moans like music to his ears.

with nothing to hold onto besides slippery walls, you clung to your lover, hugging him close with your arms around his neck. “i love you,” he rasped, his tip nudging your g spot with every thrust of his hips. “i love you too,” you panted, nuzzling your face into his neck.

he moaned, damp hair falling over his eyes and sticking to your forehead as he sped up his pace, his hand resting on the wet tile for stability. you were close already, you couldn’t help it. the way he held you, the way you could practically feel him in your lower stomach, the way he cooed sweet nothings in your ear. “m’ gonna cum alex,” you whimpered into his ear.

“fuck,” he stuttered, close himself. “cum with me.” and with that, you let go, your thighs squeezing his waist as you came, clenching around him. you gripped him like a vice as he came inside you, fucking his hot cum deep into you. you hummed in delight, mind fogged with a thick layer of pleasure.

the white noise of the shower stream and the intensity of the orgasm left your mind clear, absolutely blissed out. alex pulled out of you, collapsing against the shower wall and pulling you in so you were curled up in his lap. once you begun to snap out of your dreamy state, you smiled up at alex, kissing his jaw.

the rest of your shower was delightful. you convinced alex to let you wash his hair with your vanilla shampoo and conditioner, soapy suds getting on your cheek when he kissed you. you two discussed the various fancy little teas your hotel provided like you were royalty about to have tea in your grand ‘tea hall’ as alex had called it.

once you were out of the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist, grabbing the other plush towel and wrapping it around your body all snug. without warning, he picked you up bridal style and dropped you onto the bed. “i’ve got to go prepare the tea for m’lady.” he spoke in a posh accent, making you burst out laughing. alex smiled, scurrying over to the little kitchen area, trying his best to read the french tea titles.

you watched your lover boy in adoration, looking forward to what the rest of the day had in store.

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