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[luviestarz]

park sunghoon fic recs! part 2 ✮

✮ YOU(R SHOELACES) ARE PRETTY. - @hannie-dul-set (secondhand embarrassment because sunghoon doesn't know how to to talk to cute people.)

✮ IRRESISTIBLE ⌇ PSH - @boyfhee

✮ ❛BIRTHDAY BOY!❜ ( p. sunghoon ) - @luvyeni (giving the birthday boy a few birthday wishes)

✮ Park Sunghoon || in which he’s desperate… - @lololololchips (in which he’s desperate and does everything his dream girl tweets about)

✮ 박성훈 、SECRET NEVER KEPT - @boyfhee (sunghoon likes getting detentions.)

✮ ━━━ 𑁤 close to you thought … - @uolarieclosed

✮ シ ───── 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 ! - @naomiarai (in which you get high with your boyfriend.)

✮ perv!sunghoon - @urlovebot (sunghoon does your laundry so: panty sniffing.. and licking, possessiveness, exhibitionism, praise, overstim, hands free orgasm again (?), dry humping but solo (???), sunghoon creams his pants twice lmfaoooo what a loser.)

✮ fatal trouble - @gyuuberryy (your roommate is hot. really really hot. and odd too. really really odd. after a strange experience with him, you slowly start distancing yourself from him. but, it becomes exceptionally hard with your feelings coming in the way. how are you supposed to protect yourself if you can’t resist him? the answer is you don’t need to. your fates are intertwined and there's no letting go.)

✮ 𝜗𝜚   ॱ˖ 𝐴 𝐵𝑜𝑦 𝑊ℎ𝑜’𝑠 𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑑 - @lovhrin (sunghoon being your jacked and kind bf based on the tiktok trend)

✮ attention, please ! - @fqirysim (𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢��. 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦-- 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞; 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐛𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞.)

✮ Moonstruck — P.SH ✧.* - @cyberpunkgyu (when your boyfriend won’t stop staring at you or sunghoon falling deeply in love)

✮ professor!sunghoon - @pompvdding

✮ ( 성훈 ) — 11:59pm - @neos127

✮ （ 标题 ） BILLIARD LESSON. - @okwonyo (he is willing to do anything as long as you ask.)

✮ STRAWBERRY LOLLY - @vampjaeyun (However, one aspect that stands out on this particular day is the sugary rock between the lips he loves so much. God, Sunghoon practically busts at the sight.)

✮ lemonade - @heehoonies (sunghoon is absolutely infatuated by his step sister, and he knows his best friends, jay and jake, both want a taste. sunghoon shows them they can touch, but only with his permission.)

✮ MOONSTRUCK , ⋆｡°✩ 𓈒𓈒 crazy over you - @xoamiiren (In which, sunghoon’s feelings for you start to feel like more than he can handle…)

✮ JEALOUSY - @hoonigiris

✮ traditionally nontraditional | park sunghoon - @jayparked (newly married, you and your husband love creating your own...unique traditions)

✮ ❝ DON’T WAKE DAD ❞ — ✿ 𝐏.𝐒𝐇 ׅ ㅤ֢ ㅤׄㅤ . - @chlorinecake (Sunghoon was your stepbrother, and ever since your two fractured families merged into one, he’s had feelings for you. Deep down, he knows the attraction is wrong, but the taboo of it all only made it more addicting to him…)

✮ got me looking for attention - @i2ycat (actor sunghoon who is completely and utterly infatuated with you — his celebrity crush)

✮ THE LOOK IN HIS EYES ─── P.SUNGHOON - @miumura (sunghoon is assigned with the task to accompany you at a party — however, one slight problem, you’re barely enjoying your time around him. so, as his job, he feels the need to fix that.)

✮ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎੭ ATTENTiON ! ───── ❨성훈❩ - @yeokii (sunghoon is desperate to get your attention and he'd apparently go to some lengths to get it !)

✮ grocery store receipts (sunghoon) - @paarksunghoon (your hot neighbor seems to have everything you don’t: charm, confidence, and a sense of direction in life. you’ve managed to keep to yourself in the time you’ve lived across from his apartment but the holiday season brings brings out unresolved feelings, and you find that the best present of all has always been standing right in front of you.)

✮ LITTLE BIT OF AFFECTION 박성훈 ᥫ᭡ - @pshaven (as your manager, sunghoon has to ensure all your needs are met and that you’re performing at your absolute best. but when your ex turns out to be the director of your newest project, you’re not doing your best. it’s his job to guarantee that this never happens again. (ib the manhwa, muse on fame!))

[girlyrafe]

❝ getting yourself all worked up on Rafe's lap ❞ ⋆˚࿔

ᡣ𐭩 ❝ ꜰᴀʀᴍᴇʀꜱ¡ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ⟡ ݁₊ ❞ 

The barn is quiet except for the soft creak of wood and the distant chirp of crickets outside. The summer air is thick, heavy with heat, but nothing compares to the warmth between your bodies. You’re in Rafe’s lap, perched on his strong thighs, your dress bunched up around your hips, his big hands wrapped around your waist, holding you steady.

“Shh, sweetheart,” he soothes, his lips grazing your ear, his voice a deep rasp that makes your stomach flip. “Just want to feel you a little.” 

You whimper, barely able to breathe, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. You don’t understand the way your body aches, the way your thighs tremble as you shift against him, searching for something, anything, to ease the tension coiling inside you.

And then you feel it—hard and thick, pressing up against your inner thigh through his jeans. The realisation makes you freeze, your breath catching in your throat.

Rafe groans, his fingers digging into your hips. “Fuck, sweetheart.” His voice is tight, strained, like he’s barely holding himself together. “If you keep squirming’ like that, I’m going to have to take care of you. Is that what you want?” 

You don’t answer—not because you don’t want to, but because you don’t know how to say it. The words are stuck in your throat, too shy, too innocent, too unsure. But your body betrays you, hips shifting just slightly, pressing down over the ridge of his cock, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through you.

Rafe sucks in a breath, his grip on you tightening. “Jesus, sweetheart.” His voice is nothing but gravel now, thick and rough and barely restrained. “You like that, huh?” 

You nod, dazed, your lips parting in a soft gasp as you roll your hips again, a slow, tentative movement that makes heat lick up your spine.

“Fuck—” His head falls back against the wooden wall, his jaw clenching as he watches you move, watches you use him to get yourself off like you don’t even realise what you’re doing. His hands guide you, strong and steady, teaching you how to grind against him properly, how to chase that feeling.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice strained. “Just like that. Look at you, getting’ yourself all worked up on my lap.” 

You can barely keep your eyes open, pleasure building low in your belly, a delicious, unfamiliar pressure making your legs shake. Rafe’s hands squeeze your waist, helping you find the perfect rhythm, letting you rub yourself against the hard press of his cock, each slow grind making you more desperate, more needy.

“Shit—y’gonna come just from this, kid?” He groans, watching the way your body moves, the way your breath hitches. “Just from grindin’ on me like a needy little thing?” 

You don’t know. You’ve never felt like this before, never felt so full of want, so utterly consumed by the sensation, by him. But it’s not enough—not really. You can feel it now, the need for something more, something deeper, something that only he can give you.

“Rafe,” you whimper, your voice barely more than a breath. “I—I need—”

He groans, dragging his lips down the side of your throat, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your panties, teasing through your slick folds. “I know, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your racing pulse. “Fuck, I know.” 

Your hips buck instinctively as his fingers slide over your clit, stroking slow, lazy circles that make you tremble against him.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart,” he breathes, his voice thick with hunger. “Been gettin’ you all worked up for me, huh? Bet you don’t even know what you need.” 

You shake your head, eyes glassy, and he groans, his fingers dipping lower, teasing at your entrance, collecting your slick.

“S’alright, angel. I’ll take care of you,” he murmurs, lifting you slightly, shifting beneath you, the sound of his belt unbuckling making your breath stutter.

Before you can even process what’s happening, he’s pulling himself free, the thick, flushed length of him pressing against your slick folds. Your body tenses, overwhelmed, unsure—until he grips your waist again, steadying you, guiding you, pressing the head of his cock against your entrance.

“Shh, sweetheart,” he soothes, his voice a quiet rasp against your skin. “Just let me in, sweetheart. Let me make you feel real good.” 

And then, with one slow, careful push, he does. Rafe moves slowly, guiding you down onto him with steady hands, his breath ragged against your throat. The stretch is overwhelming, foreign, but his grip is firm, reassuring. “Shh, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to your temple. “I got you.” 

Your fingers tighten against his shoulders, nails digging into his sun-warmed skin as you try to adjust, every inch of him filling you in a way that steals the breath from your lungs. He groans, his jaw going tight as he holds himself back, his own body trembling beneath you.

“Fuck,” he rasps, voice thick with restraint. “So goddamn tight, sweetheart.” 

You whimper, burying your face in the crook of his neck, overwhelmed by the sensation, by him. He strokes his hands up your back, soothing, murmuring sweet things against your hair, waiting until your body relaxes around him.

“Look at you, sweetheart,” he breathes, tilting your chin up so he can see your face, his blue eyes dark with hunger. “Takin’ me so good.” 

You barely know what to do, still trembling in his lap, but he guides you, his hands firm on your waist as he rocks you forward just slightly. The movement sends a shiver through you, pleasure sparking in places you’ve never felt before.

“That’s it,” Rafe groans, watching your lips part, your eyes flutter. “There you go, sweetheart. Just move nice and slow for me.” 

You follow his lead, moving tentatively, feeling the way he fills you, dragging against sensitive places inside you that make your stomach flip. He groans at the way you clench around him, his fingers flexing against your waist, his control slipping.

“Sweetheart,” he rasps, voice wrecked. “You’re going to ruin me.” 

Your thighs shake, but you don’t want to stop. The pleasure is something new, something dizzying, each roll of your hips sparking more, making you desperate for more. Rafe groans, dropping his forehead against yours, his breath hot and uneven.

“You feel that, angel?” he murmurs, his fingers slipping between your bodies, finding the soft, sensitive bundle of nerves between your thighs. “That’s what I want—want you to come for me, want you to feel real good.”

The sensation is too much: his touch, his voice, the way he fills you. You gasp, clinging to him, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter until it finally breaks, warmth flooding your limbs, your whole body trembling as you fall apart in his arms.

Rafe groans, pressing his lips to yours, swallowing your soft cries. “That’s my girl,” he whispers, his own control fraying as he holds you through it. “So goddamn sweet for me.”

©𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄

[slvbun]

SWEET REVENGE (P2) ♡ Rafe C.

content: losing virginity, dubcon, choking, spanking, squirting, dacryphilia, degradation, creampie, breeding kink, ton of filthy stuff, +18 pls read at your own risk.

a/n: im strangely happy today, so that means im posting the sweet revenge p. 2 ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

english's not my first language, so sorry 4 the mistakes, lol

The house was a pressure cooker that night, the air heavy with the sharp, shrill echo of Rafe’s stepmother’s voice still rattling around in his skull. She’d lit into him over some bullshit, parking on the wrong way and bothering her precious garden. Her words had been like nails on a chalkboard, grating, relentless, until he’d stormed off, his shoes slamming against the stairs with every furious step. His room wasn’t sanctuary enough; the rage churned in his chest, a molten heat that demanded release. And Rafe? He had his own way of dealing with it. His stepmother might’ve been the spark, but her sweet, innocent daughter was the one who’d burn.

He found her in her room, sprawled across her pastel pink bedspread, her delicate frame dwarfed by the mountain of pillows she’d propped herself against. She was engrossed in some dog-eared paperback, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders like liquid gold, catching the soft glow of her bedside lamp. Those big, sky-blue eyes flicked over the pages, oblivious to the storm about to crash through her door. She was tiny, barely five feet, all soft curves and fragile bones, but her body was a fucking contradiction. Her tits, round and heavy, strained against the thin fabric of her tank top, the outline of her nipples faintly visible through the cotton. Her white shorts hugged her hips, riding up to expose the creamy expanse of her thighs, and Rafe’s cock twitched at the sight. She was a bunny in a wolf’s den, all innocence and prey, and he was starving.

He didn’t knock. The door banged open, hinges groaning, and she jolted upright, her book slipping from her fingers to thump onto the floor.

“Rafe?” Her voice was soft, tentative, those wide eyes blinking up at him like a startled doe. “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t answer.

Two long strides and he was on her, his rough hands seizing her by the arm and hauling her off the bed like she weighed nothing. She squeaked, a high-pitched little sound that only stoked the fire in his gut, and he shoved her hard against the wall. The drywall shuddered under the impact, and she gasped, her petite frame pinned by the solid bulk of his body. He towered over her, six feet of muscle and menace. He leaned in close, his breath hot and ragged against her ear.

“Your fucking mom,” he snarled, his voice a low growl that vibrated through her trembling form. “She doesn’t know when to quit, does she? And you know what happens when she pisses me off, bunny.”

Her hands fluttered up, pressing against his chest as if she could push him away. “Rafe, please, I didn’t do anything—”

Her words cut off with a whimper as he grabbed her wrists, slamming them above her head and holding them there with one bruising grip. She squirmed, her tits bouncing under that flimsy top, and he pressed his hips forward, letting her feel the thick, pulsing length of his cock straining against his jeans.

“Shut up,” he snapped, his free hand roaming down her body, calloused fingers digging into the soft flesh of her side. He yanked at her tank top, the fabric stretching and tearing slightly as he exposed her tits, perfect, pale mounds with pink nipples that hardened instantly in the cool air. He groaned, palming one roughly, his thumb flicking over the bud until she whined, her head tipping back against the wall.

“Rafe, stop—please—” Her voice was a shaky plea, but there was that telltale quiver in it, the one that said she wasn’t entirely sure she meant it.

She never was.

This was their dance. He’d push, she’d resist, and then she’d break apart under him, wet and willing despite her protests. But tonight, he wasn’t settling for her mouth or her ass.

Tonight, he was taking everything.

His hand dropped lower, tearing at the waistband of her shorts. The button popped off, pinging against the floor, and he ripped them down her legs, leaving red marks where the fabric scraped her skin. No panties, just bare, glistening pussy, already damp with arousal. He smirked, dark and vicious.

“Look at this fucking mess,” he said, dragging his fingers through her slit, spreading her lips to expose the swollen clit begging for attention. “You’re dripping, you little slut. Acting all pure, but you’re just a needy whore for me, aren’t you?”

She shook her head, tears welling in those big blue eyes, but her hips twitched toward his touch, betraying her. He laughed, a cruel, guttural sound, and shoved two fingers into her without warning, sinking them knuckle-deep into her tight, virgin cunt. She cried out, her body jerking, but he hooked his bicep around her neck, flexing hard to choke her against the wall. The pressure made her gasp, her air cut off just enough to leave her lightheaded, her hands clawing at his arm as he pumped his fingers inside her.

“Fucking take it,” he growled, curling his fingers hard against her G-spot, feeling the slick walls clench around him. She was so tight it made his cock ache, the resistance of her untouched pussy driving him wild. He added a third finger, stretching her brutally, and she screamed, her voice hoarse as he fucked her with his hand, his thumb grinding against her clit in punishing circles. “Gonna ruin this little hole, bunny. Gonna make you cum all over yourself like the dirty bitch you are.”

Her thighs trembled violently, her knees buckling, but he held her up by the throat, his bicep bulging as he kept her pinned. Her cries turned to desperate, choking sobs, and then he felt it, her cunt spasmed, a hot gush of fluid soaking his hand, running down her legs to puddle on the floor. She squirted again, harder this time, her whole body shaking as he forced her through it, his fingers relentless until she was a sobbing, dripping mess.

“That’s it,” he rasped, pulling his hand free and smearing her slick across her face, painting her lips and cheeks with her own shame. Her tongue darted out instinctively, tasting herself, and he groaned, his cock throbbing painfully in his jeans. “Good fucking girl.”

He spun her around, shoving her face-first onto the bed, her ass up and her tits pressed into the mattress. She was still whimpering, her hands scrabbling at the sheets, but he didn’t give her a second to recover. He smacked her ass hard, the crack of his palm against her flesh echoing in the room, leaving a bright red handprint on her pale skin.

“Stay still,” he barked, unzipping his jeans and kicking them off, his cock springing free, thick, veined, and leaking pre-cum in a sticky bead at the tip.

He grabbed her hips, digging his fingers into her soft flesh hard enough to leave bruises, and lined himself up. Her pussy was glistening, swollen from his fingers, and he didn’t hesitate. He slammed into her, tearing through her virginity in one savage thrust. She screamed, her body arching, but he pinned her down, his weight crushing her into the bed as he buried himself balls-deep. Her cunt was a vise, so tight it almost hurt, the heat and wetness sucking him in as he started to move, pounding into her with brutal, unforgiving force.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted, his hands sliding up to grip her shoulders, pulling her back onto his cock with every thrust. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, her ass jiggling with each impact, and he watched her pussy stretch around him, lips clinging to him as he fucked her raw. “Gonna fill you up, bunny. Gonna breed this little cunt, pump you full of my cum ‘til you’re leaking it for days. You want that, don’t you? Want everyone to know who fucked you first, who owns this pussy?”

She was sobbing into the sheets, her blonde hair plastered to her tear-streaked face, but her hips rocked back, meeting his thrusts, her body begging for more even as she choked out, “No, Rafe—please—”

He smirked, wrapping his bicep around her throat again, yanking her up so her back was flush against his chest. The angle drove him deeper, his cock hitting her cervix with every brutal snap of his hips, and she wailed, her nails digging into his arm.

“Say it,” he hissed, tightening his chokehold until her voice was a strangled whisper, her face red and her eyes rolling back. “Say you want my cum, you filthy little whore.”

“I—I want it,” she gasped, barely audible, and that snapped the last thread of his control. He roared, his thrusts turning erratic, sloppy, as he came hard, his cock pulsing as he flooded her pussy with thick, hot spurts of cum. He kept fucking her through it, grinding deep, making sure every drop stayed inside her as he imagined her swollen with his kid, marked as his forever. Her cunt clenched around him, milking him dry, and he felt her shudder, a weak, broken orgasm rippling through her as his cum dripped down her thighs, mixing with her slick.

He held her there, impaled on his softening cock, his arm still locked around her neck as they both panted, sweat-slick and trembling. When he finally pulled out, a gush of white followed, staining her sheets, and she collapsed forward, her body shaking, her blonde hair a tangled mess. Those blue eyes were glassy, vacant, tears streaking her flushed cheeks, but there was something else there, submission, defeat, maybe even a twisted kind of satisfaction.

Rafe wiped his cock on her torn shorts, tossing them aside before zipping up. He leaned down, gripping her chin to force her to look at him, her lips trembling as she met his gaze.

“Next time your mom opens her fucking mouth,” he said, his voice cold and sharp, “this is what you get. Better hope she learns to keep it shut, or I’ll fuck you ‘til you can’t walk.”

He let her go, leaving her sprawled there, wrecked and dripping, her soft whimpers following him out the door as he walked away, his anger sated, for now.

[girldeadsworld]

Unspoken evidence

Spencer Reid x reader

Pov: Spencer is trying to give you hints about his feelings throughout a case. But in the end he decides to show them in a more direct way

Warnings: non just fluff and our pretty boy being his awkward cute self

The conference room smelled like stale coffee and whiteboard markers, the hum of the overhead lights barely masking the shuffle of papers and the occasional clack of a laptop keyboard. You sat across from Spencer Reid, poring over case files, your fingers lightly tapping your pen against your notebook as you reread the suspect's profile for the third time.

"He's escalating," you muttered, glancing up at Spencer, who was staring at you — not at the file in your hands.

"Uh, yeah," he said, blinking and quickly shifting his gaze to his own paperwork. "Statistically, the frequency of attacks suggests the unsub is growing more reckless, which aligns with the stressor timeline."

You nodded, but your lips twitched with amusement. It wasn’t the first time you’d caught him watching you today. "Spence, you okay? You seem... distracted."

Before he could answer, Derek Morgan leaned against the doorframe, a knowing grin on his face. "Distracted? Our boy wonder? Nah. He’s just thinking really hard... about something," he teased, dragging out the last words.

Spencer’s ears went red. "I'm just focused on the case," he mumbled, flipping a page in his file with unnecessary force.

You raised an eyebrow but let it slide.

Later, while you and Spencer reviewed geographical profiles at a precinct computer, he leaned a little closer than necessary, his shoulder brushing yours. His voice softened as he pointed to a map. "I, um, got you coffee earlier. The way you like it. It’s on your desk."

You smiled. "Thanks, Spence. That’s sweet of you."

His fingers twitched against the edge of the desk, and he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. "I just... thought you could use the energy," he said, voice lower than usual.

Emily passed by and shot you a wink, whispering, "Smooth, Reid," before disappearing down the hallway.

By the time the case wrapped, the unsub in custody, and paperwork almost finished, you found yourself sitting next to Spencer on the jet. Everyone else was either asleep or wearing headphones, lost in their own world.

"You were really great on this case," Spencer said suddenly, twisting a rubber band around his fingers.

"So were you," you replied, turning to face him fully. "Honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without you here."

He swallowed hard, and you could practically see the internal debate happening behind his eyes. Then, finally, he took a deep breath.

"Would you want to go to dinner with me? Sometime?" he blurted out, words tumbling over each other in a rush. "Not as coworkers, I mean. As... something else. If you want to."

Your heart did a little flip, and a slow smile spread across your face. "I’d love to."

From across the cabin, Morgan pumped a fist in the air without even opening his eyes. "Finally!"

You burst out laughing while Spencer was trying to hide his heated up cheeks by looking down

Spencer’s relief was shining through every line of his face.

And just like that, the unspoken feelings were finally out in the open — evidence of something you both had been building all along.

That was it. Tell me your opinion about it or what changes you think I should make. Feel free to request whatever<3<3

[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

Fractured Loyalties

pairing: bucky barnes(the winter soldier) x fem!ex-widow!reader

genre: angst/neutral

el's thoughts: okaaaaayyy i had a little too much free time today... this took me three hours and i'm exhausted but so proud of this!! it's prettyyy long compared to my last few fics, so enjoy!! please let me know your thoughts please please please!! tagging my few new bucky mutuals for feedback if you're willing! @lomlbuckybarnes @dollface-xoxo @probablybucky

bucky masterlist

They were never supposed to be anything more than weapons. 

HYDRA made sure of that.

Y/N and Bucky were forged in the same fire–HYDRA’s brutality, the Red Room’s merciless conditioning. Their pasts were written in blook and rewritten in pain. They weren’t meant to have choices, weren’t meant to be people. And yet, somewhere in the fractures of their broken minds, they had found each other.

She had been the only constant in the Winter Soldier’s shattered existence. Even when memories faded, when his mind was wiped clean of anything resembling a past, he remembered her. The whisper of her voice, the flash of steel in her hands, the way her presence lingered even after she was gone.

She was more than a mission partner. She was the only one who knew what it was like to wake up in a body that no longer felt like her own, to fight battles she never chose. They never spoke of it–not with words, at least. But in the quiet moments between assignments, when their handlers weren’t watching, when their guards were down, they understood each other in a way no one else could.

And yet, it was never enough to save them from what they became.

~

“You hesitate too much, James,” she spoke up. She was sitting across from him in the dimly lit barracks, wrapping a bandage around a fresh wound on her forearm.

Bucky watched the careful way she tied the knot, her fingers precise, methodical.

“Maybe you don’t hesitate enough,” he countered, leaning back against the cold metal wall.

She looked up then, her sharp gaze pinning him in place. “That’s why you keep getting punished. One day, they’re going to take the hesitation out of you.”

Bucky exhaled through his nose. “They’ve tried.”

She smirked slightly, but there was no real humor in it. “Not hard enough apparently.”

Silence stretched between them.

He had never said it aloud, but he knew it wasn’t hesitation that made him different. It was her. 

She was the only thing that made him remember he was still human.

And HYDRA didn’t want humanity. They wanted a weapon.

~

The first time Bucky sees her again, it’s through the scope of a sniper rifle.

He doesn’t pull the trigger.

He recognizes the way she moves—silent, calculated, a shadow slipping through the compound’s perimeter. Her face is different, a little sharper, a little harder, but it’s her. Y/N Y/L/N. The last person he expected to find standing between him and his mission.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, lowering the rifle.

She’s taking down guards with precision, a knife to the ribs, a twist of the wrist, a body crumpling without so much as a sound. Bucky has to remind himself to breathe.

Then she looks up.

Their eyes meet.

She stands frozen for a moment.

Something cold settles in his stomach.

And then she vanishes.

~

The screen flickers on causing Y/N to stand rigid, arms crossed tightly over her chest, eyes locked on the grainy surveillance footage of James restrained in the glass containment cell.

She can feel it before it even happens. A deep, gut-wrenching wrongness coiled inside her chest. She’s seen this before. She’s lived this before.

Then the interviewer starts speaking.

“Longing.”

Her stomach drops.

“Rusted. Seventeen.”

Y/N jerks forward, her pulse hammering. 

“No,” she breathes.

Steve stiffens beside her. “Y/N?”

She doesn’t answer. She can’t.

Because she knew James had been compromised again—becoming someone she couldn’t trust. Again. 

The moment his body was seen jerking violently against his restraints, Y/N was up and out of her seat.

“Y/N, wait–!” Steve calls after her, but she’s already bolting through the corridors, shoving past agents, and sprinting toward the containment room.

She knew what was coming.

And she knew she was already too late.

-

The alarms were blaring when she skids around the corner, but she barely registered the sound. The reinforced glass had shattered, the guards were down, and in the center of the wreckage stood him.

The Winter Soldier.

His movements are fluid and efficient. A calculated killing machine, taking out anyone in his path.

“James–”

He turned around at the sound of her voice. For a split second, something flickered in his eyes—something almost familiar. Something that nearly warms Y/N’s chest at the mere sight.

Then it’s gone.

He lunged at her before she had time to process.

Y/N barely dodges the first blow, twisting away as his metal arm flies past her face, crashing into the wall behind her, shattering the concrete as if it were paper.

She grits her teeth as she keeps her body low to the floor. “Guess we’re doing this the hard way.”

She counters fast, standing but quickly ducking under his next strike, driving a sharp elbow toward his ribs. He catches it effortlessly, twisting her arm behind her back. She hisses in pain but isn’t hesitant, slamming the back of her head into his face, catching his nose and lips.

It barely slows him.

“James, listen to me,” she pants, twisting out of his grip. “This isn’t supposed to be who you are.”

His response is a brutal kick to her side.

Y/N crashed into the ground but rolled onto her feet instantly, spinning around to throw a backheel kick aimed at his head. He blocks it with terrifying ease, grabbing her leg and throwing her across the room. 

She lands hard, gasping as the air is knocked from her lungs.

Dammit.

She blinks rapidly, forcing herself up. She’s fought him before—back when she was still under the Red Room’s control. Back when they were both nothing but weapons. She doesn’t hesitate.

With a running leap, she throws herself at him, wrapping her legs around his shoulder and neck in a desperate attempt to choke him out.

“Come on, James,” she growls, tightening her grip. Her elbows repeatedly aimed at the back of his head as she was hunched over him. “Snap the hell out of it.”

For a second, it almost worked. He staggers back, shaking his head like he’s trying to clear something. Y/N froze, still bracing herself against his head.

Then he slams her into the floor.

The impact rattles her skull. Her vision blurs. 

And before she can move, he’s on her—his metal fingers wrapping around her throat.

Her breath cuts off instantly.

Her hands claw at his wrist, but it’s like trying to move a mountain. Black spots dance in her vision.

She gasps, barely above a whisper—desperate, pleading.

“James… please.”

His grip didn’t loosen, and his stare didn’t let up. His blue eyes bore down into her eyes. Cold and unrecognizing.

Her chest burned. Her vision tunneled.

She’s losing.

A sharp blast of energy suddenly knocks The Winter Soldier backward. Y/N collapses into herself, coughing violently, sucking in air like it’s the only thing keeping her tethered to the world.

She blinks up—eyes wet, throat raw—to see Tony Stark standing in front of her, arm raised, repulsor glowing hot.

“Alright, Terminator,” Tony snapped. “How about you pick on someone your own size?”

The Winter Soldier’s jaw ticked, and he charged at him.

Y/N wheezed, clutching her throat. Every breath felt like fire, but she didn’t care.

She forced herself up.

Despite every bone in her body screaming at her to run away or at least end it all right then and there, she wasn’t going to leave him. 

Not this time.

Sure, she didn’t trust the Winter Soldier in the slightest—not even James at this moment— she couldn’t bring herself to leave him. If she was given a chance to redeem herself and clear her name, she would do everything she could to give him that chance. 

~

“You trust him?”

Y/N’s voice is razor-sharp as she leans against the wall of the safe house, arms crossed. Steve meets her gaze with an unshaken clam.

“After everything that just went down?”

“I do.”

She scoffs. “Then you’re more of a fool than I thought, Rogers.”

James watches from the side, silent. He doesn’t blame her for the anger coiled beneath her words and doesn’t expect her to trust him. He wouldn’t either. She had seen firsthand the things he did while in HYDRA.

“You’re still working against HYDRA,” Steve says, tilting his head slightly. “So is he.”

Her jaw tightens.

“We’re not on the same side,” she snaps.

Steve raises a brow. “Aren’t you?”

The silence stretches between them. 

Finally, Y/N exhales sharply. “If he slows us down, he’s dead.”

James shifts in his seat. “Trust me, Doll, I know.”

Her glare could set him on fire.

Steve sighs but doesn’t argue. He knows Y/N well enough by now to understand that trust isn’t given—it’s earned. And right now, Bucky’s running on a deficit.

Y/N pushes herself off the wall, rolling her shoulders like she’s shaking off the weight of old ghosts. “Fine,” she mutters. “He can stay.”

She steps closer to James, her presence crackling with tension. Her eyes scan him, calculating, measuring—looking for a weakness, a hesitation, anything that proves she’s right to doubt him.

James meets her gaze head-on. He won’t flinch. Not now.

“But if you even think about crossing me–” She leans in, her voice a dangerous whisper. “I’ll put a bullet between your eyes before you can even blink.”

James’ lips twitch, not quite a smirk, not quite anything at all. “Wouldn’t expect anything less.”

She scoffs, turning away. “Then let’s get this over with.”

As she strides toward the door, Steve exhales, rubbing a hand over his face before looking back to his friend. Bucky watches her go, the ghost of something unreadable in his expression. 

“She’s not wrong,” Bucky mutters, running a hand through his hair. “I wouldn’t trust me either.”

Steve exhales through his nose, shaking his head. “Then prove her wrong.”

Bucky nods, but the weight in his chest doesn’t lift. Because the truth is, no matter how much he wants to, no matter how much of himself he’s clawed back from the abyss—he’s still not sure he can.

[00valentina-writes00]

(projecting)

♡♥︎ The Only Place That Feels Like Home ♥︎♡

Trigger Warnings: angst, verbal abuse, reader is made to feel worthless by their father, hurt/comfort, Ellie being the best girlfriend ever, I wrote this more for me than anyone else, but maybe someone would like to read it/find comfort in it

You weren’t even sure how the fight had started.

One moment, you were standing in the kitchen, minding your own business, trying to exist as quietly as possible. The next, your father was in your face, barking words so sharp they cut straight to the bone.

“You are a fucking disappointment,” he spat, towering over you, his face twisted with disgust. “Everything you touch turns to shit. You can’t do a damn thing right.”

Your throat tightened as you pressed yourself against the counter, trying to make yourself small.

“I—I didn’t—”

“Didn’t what?” he snapped, slamming his hand on the counter so hard you flinched. “Didn’t think? Yeah, no fucking surprise there. You are a waste of space, you know that? I should’ve known you’d turn out like this. A fucking burden. You do nothing. You are nothing.”

Your chest heaved as your vision blurred, your body trembling under the weight of his words.

“You should just fucking disappear,” he sneered, voice dripping with venom. “Do us both a favor and don’t come back.”

Your breath hitched.

Don’t come back.

The air left your lungs as you turned on your heel and bolted.

—

Ellie’s house was the only place your body didn’t feel like it was eating itself alive. The only place where your skin didn’t crawl with self-hatred, where you didn’t feel like you were suffocating under the weight of your father’s disappointment.

You didn’t remember running here.

Didn’t remember the wind slicing at your skin, the burn in your legs, the way your vision blurred as you stumbled over uneven pavement.

All you knew was the ache in your chest and the burning sting of your father’s words playing on a loop in your mind.

Your numb fingers fumbled with the edge of Ellie’s window, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you pushed it open.

The second you tumbled inside, the sob you’d been holding back broke free.

Ellie was sitting on her bed, a notebook in her lap, but the second she saw you, she tossed it aside and was on her feet in an instant.

“Baby?”

Your body wracked with a fresh wave of sobs as you collapsed into her arms.

Ellie caught you easily, her arms wrapping around you so tightly it felt like she was holding you together.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of her hoodie, clutching onto her like she was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“Hey, hey, shhh,” she murmured, her hand slipping under your hoodie to rub soothing circles against your back. “I got you. You’re okay.”

You weren’t.

But in her arms, it almost felt like you could be.

Your entire body was trembling as you buried your face in her shoulder, your sobs muffled by the soft cotton of her hoodie.

Ellie held you through it, never once letting go, never once loosening her grip.

“Did he say something to you again?” she finally asked, her voice low and gentle, like she already knew the answer.

Your throat tightened as you gave a small nod, unable to form the words.

Ellie’s arms tightened around you, her body going tense.

“I swear to fucking god, I’ll kill him,” she muttered, voice dripping with barely restrained anger.

You shook your head. “Don’t. Just… don’t.”

Ellie exhaled sharply, her anger simmering just below the surface, but she didn’t push. She just held you closer.

“You didn’t deserve whatever he said to you,” she whispered, her lips brushing against the side of your head. “He’s full of shit. Every single word.”

Your breath hitched. “He told me I should disappear.”

Ellie stiffened.

Your fingers curled into her hoodie, gripping onto her like she was the only thing tethering you to this world.

“I shouldn’t have come here,” you choked out. “I’m just—just a fucking burden.”

Ellie pulled back so fast you barely had time to register it before she was cupping your face in her hands, her green eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your breath catch.

“Don’t you ever say that again,” she said, her voice raw with emotion. “You hear me?”

Your lip trembled, fresh tears slipping down your cheeks.

Ellie wiped them away with her thumbs, her touch so gentle it nearly broke you all over again.

“You are not a burden,” she said, her voice firm. “Not to me. Not to anyone who actually fucking matters.”

Your breath shuddered as she rested her forehead against yours, her hands still cradling your face like you were something fragile, something precious.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “I don’t give a shit what he says. He doesn’t know you. Not really.”

Your eyes burned as you squeezed them shut, another sob escaping your lips.

Ellie pressed the softest kiss to your cheek, then another, and another, her lips trailing over your tear-streaked skin like she could kiss away the pain.

“I love you,” she whispered between kisses. “I love you so much, baby.”

Your breath hitched as you melted into her touch, your hands slipping under her hoodie to grip at her waist, grounding yourself in her warmth.

Ellie tilted your chin up, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

“You’re not disappearing,” she murmured, voice filled with so much certainty it made your heart ache. “Not from me.”

And when she kissed you, slow and deep, it felt like a promise.

[starrdream]

Favorite ex

Scott Barringer x f!reader summary: Seeing your ex after a breakup neither of you wanted includes: SMUT!!, head(m receiving), bathroom sex cross posted on ao3 disclaimer: I did NOT watch higher ground yet so apologies if I got anything show related wrong lol😭😭

After 2 long years of dating Scott the two of you broke up. You simply had to.

Getting caught smoking weed was too much of a big deal to your parents so they sent you to Mount Horizon. Even though Scott and you were basically all over eachother, there was no saving you this time.

Four months later and you're talking to Shelby when you catch a glimpse of a familiar face walking around rather cluelessly.

„Oh do my eyes decieve me" You stand up, leaving Shelby confused before notices Scott herself.

"You two gonna have a quickie?" She jokes.

"Who knows?!" You shoot back, already halfway toward Scott.

"Holy shit-" He curses under his breath. Once you reach him he pulls you in by the jaw, pouring all pent up emotions into the kiss

"What the hell are you doing here?" You smile brightly as he wraps his arms around your neck, pulling you closer.

“Got caught smoking again, parents were ‘kind’ enough to let me pick my own rehab center as they call it." Scott smiles down at you.

“How'd you know I was here?" You question happily, hands coming up to rest on his arms.

“You’re absolutely right gorgeous, they didn’t." He shakes his head, face inching closer.

"I saw your pic on the website" He chuckles. “Parents questioned absolutely nothing " Scott murmurs, nuzzling his face in your neck.

“Really?" You pull away to look at him “Yes, really." He confirms. " And you know what's the best part?"

“Tell me.”Your hand tangles in his hair as he nuzzles his face in your neck again.

“It was a beautiful picture... made me miss you so much... So much that I jerked off to it every night..."

“What?" You chuckle amused.

"Mhm," He nods. "Every night. Imagining it was your pretty hand or your lips..”

"We can arrange that" You answer, a hint of mischief in your voice.

Pulling you to the nearest bathroom and locking the door, Scott pulls you into him, kissing you all over while you tug on the waistband of his jeans teasingly.

"Mmh" He chuckles „Easy baby".

He gently pushes your hand away so he can unbutton and unzip his jeans easily. The second his pants are on the ground, he kisses you again, dick pressing into your thigh.

Slowly, teasingly, you drop to your knees in front of him, brushing your face against his evident erection, making him groan. You take his underwear off, sliding it down and freeing his rock hard cock.

Scott's hand sneaks to the back of your head as your thumb flicks over his tip a few times. Inching your head closer, you take his length as much as you can, stroking at the access you cannot fit in your mouth.

He sets a steady rhythm, pushing your head down and pulling it back up. “Damn it," he curses, his hips bucking slightly.

Scott continues to guide your head, his grip tightening as he gets closer. He's not usually one for words during sex, but he finds himself whispering "Good girl" as he nears the edge. He pulls your head down further, hitting the back of your throat

You whimper at the pet name, the sound vibrating against his length, sending waves of pleasure up and down his spine.

"Fuck," he groans, feeling your whimper vibrate against his dick. With a final thrust, he spills himself down your throat, his body shaking with pleasure.

His cock pulses and twitches as he shoots his load down your throat, holding your head in place, making sure you swallow every last drop.

After a few seconds, he slowly pulls you off his cock, leaving your lips coated with his release.

With a satisfied smirk, he wipes the excess from your cheek with his finger and pops it into your mouth. He leans in close, his warm breath ghosting over your ear as he murmurs.

“So good baby, so good..”

You moan again, pulling his finger out your mouth with a soft pop sound.

“Love you Scotty.” You feign innocence, looking up at him with big eyes.

“I love you too..” He helps you stand as you pull his jeans up with you, grinning like a kid who just got candy.

“We should probably get back before anyone notices..” You say, wiping some stray cum off the side of your mouth before washing your hands in the sink.

“Whatever you say beautiful..” He kisses your neck a few times.

[huntercoreene]

Unscripted Venture

Pairing: Rafayel x MC

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Rafayel has been away from MC for a few days and she decides to give him a surprise visit – it ends with sex. MC is not named and Rafayel calls her his canon petnames (cutie & miss bodyguard)

In other words, my attempt at trying to make sense of what we hear in Promised Wildfire, and what happens after it ends (spoiler - sex)

Word Count: 5.3k

Tags/Warnings: smut, fluff, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, squirting, safe sex

Read on Ao3 or under the cut 👇

It had been longer than a week since Rafayel had left Linkon. He got dragged from one exhibition to another while I had to go on the hunt for wanderers with almost no break which made it really hard for us to see each other. The moment I found some free time in my schedule I jumped on a plane to visit Rafayel. Now, I was standing in front of his door, my hand raised as I hesitated to knock.

“Really, Thomas? Another last-minute event?” Rafayel’s voice came from the other side of the door. “Well, duh. Of course I can't make it. I gotta return to Linkon tomorrow. Smell you later.”

I smiled as I listened to him whine to Thomas about work. I took a deep breath as he closed the call, straightened my hair and knocked on his door. I eagerly listened as his footsteps came closer and closer when finally Rafayel opened the door.

His expression changed from annoyed to surprised and then to happy in mere seconds. “Cutie, what are you doing here?”

I jumped into his arms just as he opened them. “I’ve missed you too much so I came to see you!”

He pulled me into a hug and lifted me up, taking my feet off the ground. I had wrapped my arms around his neck and held onto him as he twirled me around. “Are we trying for a new, romantic escapade here?” He asked when he finally stopped.

I held his face in between my hands and gave him a big kiss. “Did you like it?”

“This was the perfect surprise,” he said as he closed the door with his foot and carried me to the living room. “How did you know where I was staying?”

“I convinced Thomas to tell me,” I said with a smile as he sat down with me on his lap.

“How did you manage that? Don’t tell me – ah, I’m gonna have to go to that event tomorrow, aren’t I?” He said with a pout.

I settled on his lap with my legs on either side of his hips and brushed his bangs back. “I will come with you though… we can hide somewhere when you get bored of people, and have a little fun of our own,” I said, my voice getting deeper.

“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow. “I guess we can figure that out later — right now, I want to enjoy having you here with me,” he squeezed me tighter and left a kiss to my cheek. “I’m so excited that you're here – you have no idea. It’s almost like butterflies are about to burst from my chest.” He held my hand and brought it down on his heart.

I could feel how fast his heartbeat was. Suddenly the air in the room changed. I felt myself blush when our eyes met, the rainbow colour of his iris was getting swallowed by his dark pupils the longer we gazed at each other. I felt myself leaning in for his lips like I was being pulled by some unseen force.

It started with small kisses on his lips, our breathing getting heavier by the second. I made my way down to his jaw and pushed open collar of his neck. I admired the view of his collarbone before I went down to lick and suck on his skin.

I felt Rafayel’s muscles tense under my touch and he let out a sigh. “Was this sneak attack also part of your surprise?”

I answered him as I left another kiss on his skin, pushing open his collar and making my way lower on his chest.

He grabbed my chin and lifted my head, making me look into his eyes, “your kiss couldn’t stop the butterflies from flying out of my heart,” he leaned in closer to my face, “but this is how you do it,” he whispered just before I felt the touch of his soft lips on mine.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my fingers in the soft strands of his hair as I felt his tongue search for an entrance on my lips. I opened my mouth, allowing him to deepen our kiss and bring us ever closer. I needed to touch him more, it wasn’t enough. My hands wandered back down to his chest, slipping under his shirt. My fingers caressed his chest, lightly stroking over his nipples as I delighted in the moans that escaped his mouth.

Rafayel’s hands were on my back, stroking up and down at first before he slowly slid them down, pressing hard enough on my skin that I could feel his warmth over my clothes. I could feel myself getting wet just from this, a warm and tingly feeling spreading from my belly to my body. I settled myself nicely on his lap, feeling his hard member right under my sex. Rafayel’s hands settled on my ass and squeezed the soft flesh just as I slowly started to grind on his lap.

“Miss Bodyguard,” he said with a sigh, taking off his lips away from my skin to talk, “you’ve given me quite a surprise. How should I repay you?”

“Kiss me,” I breathed out as his lips travelled down to my jaw.

“Sure, I can kiss you,” he whispered as he turned us around and pushed me down on my back. “Let’s start with just above your eyes…” he planted a kiss, adjusting our position to pull me in his embrace fully, “your nose,” he kissed the tip of my nose, making me giggle, “ears.” This time instead of a kiss, I felt him suck and breathe on my ear.

“Ah, Rafayel…”

I felt his chuckle on my skin before he moved back to my lips again, “and lips too…” he said pulling me into a deep kiss just as another moan escaped my lips. “I’ll make sure to say hello to each of them… it’s been so long, I’ve missed you”

My hands travelled on his back, stroking and making their way to his hair as the sound of our sloppy kisses filled the quiet room. “I missed you, too,” I whispered when I had a moment to breathe.

He kissed me again and again.  It felt like my lips were the only things that could sate his thirst and he was a man parched, lost in a desert. I was feeling dizzy and warm, breathing in his familiar scent, squeezing him because I never wanted to let go. He slowed down after a while and slowly raised up.

“Rafayel,” I protested to the loss of his warmth.

He chuckled and stroked my cheek with his knuckles. “Don’t move. I want to savour this moment.” He gave me a soft kiss. “I’m always scared that you're just a figment of my imagination.” I watched his intense gaze as his eyes travelled my body before settling on my face. He looked down at me like I was a mirage, cupped my cheek like he wanted to make sure I was real.

I leaned my head into his touch as my hands travelled up over his arms, settling on his shirt collar before I pulled him closer. “Mm, why don’t you touch me,” I whispered as I switched our position and settled on his lap before I bent down to lick on his ear, “and find out.”

“Well, you're real,” he giggled, turning his head to find my lips as his arms wrapped me tighter, “and warm. It’s like I'm being enveloped in a pool of water.”

He pulled me into a deep kiss, his mouth moving to my jaw and neck, leaving a wet trail as they went. I felt his head nuzzle my cheek, his soft hair tickling my skin. The more I felt his touch the more colourful the world got. Linkon was so cold and grey without him. “Don’t, go away, again,” I said in a desperate voice. I never wanted to be apart from him.

“I don’t wanna let you go,” he wrapped his arms around my body tighter like he was making his point, “I could hold you like this forever.”

“Oh – really?” I asked with a mischievous smile. My hands stroked down his body as I swiftly pulled his loose tie away from his neck.

“What are you…” he started, a grunt escaping his lips just as I tied up his wrists. “When I said I wouldn’t let go, I wasn’t giving you permission to tie me up, and… you did it with my own tie, no less,” he said, giving me a cheeky smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“This is your punishment for not coming home sooner.” I wrapped the tie around his wrists one more time and leaned in for a kiss as I pushed his arms over his head. “Now, you cannot go anywhere.”

“Fine, fiiine,” he chuckled, adding with a sultry lick of his lips, “punish me however you want, cutie.”

I barely held onto the moan that threatened to escape my lips with the look he was giving me. It was hard to focus on tying him up under his intense gaze. His eyes were like the endless ocean, ready to devour me. I was on top of him, I had his hands bound and yet, I still didn’t feel like I was the one in control. I knew I would fold with just a single word from his lips as long as he looked at me like that.

I swallowed and wrapped the tie to the armrest. He let out an exaggerated groan as I secured the knot. “Ouch… an artist’s wrists are precious, you know, but you're very, very cute right now. I don’t mind being tied up by you.”

I felt my face blush at his compliment, and loosened the knot, worried it was too tight. I slid my hands over his arms, feeling his skin under my  fingers and cupped his face before I leaned in for a kiss. He responded to my kiss, pulling on his bounds and groaned.

I chuckled at his struggle as my mouth left a wet trail of kisses on his skin up to his ear. "You look very cute when you're tied up, too," I breathed out before I sucked on his earlobe.

He moaned and bit his bottom lip as I continued to tease him. He turned his head, looking for my lips as I went back to kissing him. "This shirt is too tight," he said, breathing heavily. "Can you help me unbutton it?”

"Anything for you." I nuzzled my cheek on his face as my fingers found the buttons on his shirt. I kissed my way down as I opened his shirt, making sure to press my palm on his bare chest, feeling every inch of his hot skin.

“It’s still too tight… keep unbuttoning it," he commanded just as I finished opening the last button, my hand dancing on his lower stomach.

"I think we've reached the end of the shirt," I teased, my hand going down only slightly to stroke him over his trousers.

"You know what to do next then, don't you?"

"I don't think I do," I said as I leaned in to kiss his cheek. "You'll need to be more specific."

"Take that naughty hand," he kissed me, "and unbuckle my belt."

I moaned as his words sent a shiver down my body, my hands getting to work on his belt.

"Good girl, now keep unbuttoning."

I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, my palm flattening over his boxers, feeling how hard he was. I stroked him over the fabric, my fingers dancing on his stomach, threatening to slip under the waistband.

"Mm, not yet,” Rafayel gave me a warning.

“How are you gonna stop me?” I asked with a smirk as I my hand contained to stroke him over his boxers. ”I hold the power now,” I said as I leaned in to capture his lips, my hands stroking over the bare skin of his chest.

My hands moved up to his hair as we deepened our kiss. I could feel his hips buck at my body the more I touched and grinded on him. My mouth moved from his lips to his jaw and then to his neck. Moans and groans escaped both our lips as I made my way down to his nipples, giving attention to both of them before going further down. My hands followed my lips, feeling as much of his skin as I can. One of them moved further down, feeling his hard cock and stroking it over the fabric again. I continued to kiss my way down. I let my mouth soak his underwear, feeling his hot and hard cock under my tongue while I looked up at Rafayel.

"Getting straight to the point, huh...?" he groaned.

"I'm not breaking any rules," I breathed onto his skin before I kissed right under his naval, feeling his muscles tense up at the slightest of my touch, I saw him throw his head back just as my lips touched the waistband of his boxers.

"We've only been separated for a few days and you somehow managed to become so bold," Rafayel said with a strained voice, “then, does this mean I can also be a little bold..." he whispered to my ear as his mouth trailed wet kisses to my jaw, "and spice things up?"

I was too dazed to realize he had broken free. In one smooth motion he had me in his grasp. “Hey! How did you break free?”

He chuckled and got up with me on his lap. “That's something I can't tell you,” he said as he made his way to the bedroom and gently placed me on the bed. He straddled me and moved his mouth closer to my ear, "a slippery fish like me, can't be caught so easily." He whispered before he sucked on my earlobe.

I moaned at his words as he swiftly bound my hands to the headboard. I could feel his hot breath on my skin and it was setting me on fire. "Rafayel, pleasee..."

He chuckled. "Please what, cutie? Let you go or don't let you go?"

I blushed. "I..." I looked up at him with my best pouty look. "Please, I want to touch you. I can't do that if my hands are bound, can I?”

Another delightful chuckle escaped his lips, making my heart skip a beat at the sound. "At this point, begging or running away won't help."

I pulled on my restraints, partly to get away partly because of how turned on I was under his touch as he planted kisses from my cheek to my lips. “Is it too tight? Are you comfortable?”

“Yes,” I moaned. I wanted to lift my hand and cup his face but my hands were tied. “Don’t worry, keep going.”

He left a kiss to my lips and made his way down slowly. His hands moving up and down on my torso, slipping under my shirt and finally making their way to my breasts. “Ah, Rafayel,” his name escaped my lips as he lightly brushed his finger over my pebbled nipple.

“Mm, enjoying my touch this much, cutie?” he said as he cupped both of my breasts, thumbs stroking over my nipples. “They’re so hard already.”

“That’s because it’s cold in here.”

He chuckled. “It’ll be hot in here soon enough,” he left kisses to my neck, making his way down to the top of the soft flesh of my tits, ”then what will be your excuse?”

I felt blood rush to my face as he continued his exploration. He sucked the skin into his mouth, letting it go with a pop sound then licked and kissed the sensitive skin. One of his hands covered the breast he was just sucking as he moved his focus to the other. He pushed the stubborn hem of my shirt up with annoyance and pulled my bra down, revealing both of my tits to his gaze.

“I only touched this and you're already flushed,” he said with a deep voice, thumb caressing my nipple as he bent down to suck on the other.

“Rafayel…” I whined as his mouth moved to suck on the skin between my tits. I felt his chuckle on my skin as he ignored my whining — which turned into a moan every time he sucked and licked my skin —and made his way to my stomach.

He looked up at me as he made it to the waistband of my skirt. “What is it, cutie?” He left a few kisses that made me tremble, the look he gave me after every kiss sending waves of pleasure through my body.

“I want to touch you,” I said with a whimper as he stroked my legs ever so lightly.

“I'm not done painting a masterpiece on your body, Miss Bodyguard. It is my blank canvas,” he left a wet kiss on my inner thigh before he sucked in the flesh to leave a hickey and then licked the sensitive skin, “and only I get to admire it.”

“I wanna see your beautiful painting,” I pleaded as I gave him my best puppy-eyed look.

“But it’s not finished yet.” He moved his attention to my other leg. “I wanna leave my mark here,” he sucked in my skin and let it go with a pop, “and there… yes everywhere…” he made his way higher on my inner thigh, getting closer and closer to my heat with every touch of his lips, leaving a hickey everywhere his mouth has touched.

“It’s unfair,” I tried my luck again.

He chuckled and rested his head against my thigh as he continued leaving lazy kisses. “What?”

“I want to ‘paint’ on you, too.”

“Alright, I guess you’ve been a good girl so far,” he reached up and untied my hands, “and I need your hands free to take this shirt off.”

I chuckled as I raised my hands and let him take the shirt off of me. “Rafayel!” I was surprised as he picked me up and turned us over, placing me on his lap this time.

“I willingly surrender myself to you. Do with me as you wish.”

I settled myself on his lap, grinding only a little to feel how hard he is under me before I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and threw it to the other side of the room. I placed my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat right under my palm. His ears and cheeks were flushed, same with mine, when I leaned in for a kiss. My hand moved down on his stomach, feeling his abdomen before slipping beneath his underwear to feel his hardness.

“…you're greedy, aren’t you?”

“Can never have enough of you,” I said as I pushed him on his back.

“Ow!”

“Aw, where did it hurt?” I asked going along with his exaggerated pain, “here?” I kissed his jaw. “Or here?” I sucked on his neck, earning a moan from him then kissed the sensitive skin.

“Mm, cutie, making me surrender isn’t enough,” he breathed, “you also wanna leave your mark on me?”

I looked up at him as I kissed down his chest. “Yes. People should know you're mine,” I said with a hoarse voice before I sucked on his skin, earning another moan.

“Alright, then… don’t miss a single spot…”

I smiled and got to work on worshipping his body. I kissed his chest, licking and lightly sucking both his nipples, feeling the way his heart skips a beat with every touch of my lips. My hands made their way down his stomach, feeling his muscles tense with my touch until I've reached his trousers. I slipped my fingers under the waistband of his underwear, pushing it down as he lifted his hips.

“Don’t you think this is a little bit unfair?” Rafayel said playfully as I moved up on his body.

“What?” I was kissing his neck.

He wrapped his arms around me, his hands finding the clasp of my bra, “I’m all naked now and you still have so many clothing that’s blocking the view of my masterpiece.”

“Why don’t you take them off then?” I whispered before I sucked on his ear.

He groaned as he wrapped his arms tighter, pulling me flush with his body, turning us around in one smooth motion. He pushed the straps of my bra down before taking it off and throwing it to the other side of the room. He leaned in for a kiss, licking my lips with his tongue, urging me to open my mouth. I let him deepen the kiss as I felt his warm hands slid down my body.

He slipped his fingers under the waistband of my skirt and pushed it down, adding it to the mess of clothes around the room. I wrapped my arms around his neck, grinding my hips on his lap as his fingers started to stroke my sex over the thin fabric of my panties.

He hooked one finger to the strap on the side, pulling lightly and letting it snap to my skin, earning a moan from me. “Mm, this is cute. Did you get it for me?” he said, his mouth moving in between kissing my lips to sucking on my skin.

“Yes,” I breathed, “do you like it?”

“Very much,” he said as his fingers continued their strokes, “you're so wet for me.”

“I want you, Rafayel. I need you,” I whimpered.

He groaned, pushing my panties to the side, feeling my clit without a barrier for the first time. “Not yet,” he said before he kissed his way down my body and settled his head between my thighs.

“Oh, Rafa–“ I tried to say his name just as I felt his tongue on my clit. He sucked on the sensitive bud before licking stripes on my cunt. I raised my head to see just as he looked up at me, sending a wave of pleasure to my clit.

He alternated between flicking on my clit and drawing shapes, every so often stimulating me so much that I couldn’t help but pull on his hair. I felt his fingers stroke the side of my pussy lips, making my legs tremble with pleasure just as he pushed a finger inside. He pushed it as deep as he can, waited, then pulled out before pushing it again as I threw my head back. He slowly started to pump his finger in and out as he continued licking my clit.

He stopped again, making me moan in protest and slowly pushed two fingers inside this time. The sound of my wet cunt filled the room as he pumped his fingers. He reached his free hand and cupped my tit before pinching my nipple just as he curled his fingers inside of me. It was too much for me as I felt my body twitch and tremble with pleasure and came squirting on his face. He continued licking my clit and fucking me with his fingers even though I squirmed to get out his hold.

“Rafayel, enough, please,” I said in between my heavy breaths as my cunt twitched with over-stimulation.

He left a kiss to my lower abdomen with a chuckle before picking up a discarded shirt. He wiped his face and threw it away again, then dropped himself next to me on the bed. I turned to my side and placed my hand on his face, my thumb caressing his cheek. He was so beautiful. I leaned in to capture his lips, my hand sliding down on his body, finding his painfully hard cock. I gave him a few slow strokes as we continued to kiss. He tensed and moaned when I pressed on the sensitive spot on his tip.

“I’m gonna, spill in your hands, if you keep this up, cutie,” he said with a strained voice.

I slowly pushed him on his back and got on top, my cunt settling right over his cock. “Mm, we can't have that, can we?” I leaned in and sucked his earlobe before I whispered in his ear, “you're only allowed to cum inside me.”

His hands grabbed my hips and pressed my heat on him harder with a groan. “Get the condom from my pocket,” he said with a commanding voice.

I tried to reach it but he was holding me so tight as he rutted against me, it was impossible. “You need to loosen your hold a bit for that,” I chuckled.

“Ah, fiiine, be quick,” he said with a pout and loosened his arms just about enough for me to reach into his trousers on the floor and find the condoms.

“Got them–“ he pulled me down as soon as he could, taking the condom from my hands. He ripped the package open with his mouth and slid it on himself with ease before lifting my hips, “Rafayel, slow down,” I said with a chuckle.

“No,” he growled and turned us around in one smooth motion, “I can't wait anymore,” he started kissing my neck as he took his cock in hand and started rubbing it up and down on my pussy, “and you love teasing me too much.”

“Who’s teasing who now?” I whined as he continued to rub his cock on my cunt, tapping it on my clit, making me twitch and moan.

He let out a low chuckle as he aligned himself with my entrance, his lips moved up to my jaw, cheeks, finally arriving on my lips as he slowly pushed himself in. He stopped for a moment as he let me adjust to his size before pulling back and pushing in deeper.

“How do you feel?” He asked as he sucked my lower lip into his mouth.

“Good.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, my hand buried in his hair.

“Do you need a little help here?” He said with a mischievous tone and started to draw circles on my clit as he started to move his hips slowly.

“Ah, Rafayel…”

“Oh, you like that, yeah?” He increased the speed of his movements.

“Yes,” I breathed with blissed out head. It was such a great feeling to feel so full of him. I felt stimulated every time his hips slapped mine, as his cock slid in and out. I loved being so close to him, connected in every way we could, feeling how hot he got, how much he sweated, feeling both our juices mix and be as one.

I pulled his hand that was circling my clit and brought it to my mouth. “Come closer,” I said as I sucked on his fingers and pulled him down. It wasn’t enough, I needed to be closer to him.

He growled to the sight in front of him and stopped his movement with a deep thrust. I whined to the loss of his body heat as he raised up. He had an intense look on his face now, like he wanted to devour me whole. “Your wish,” he picked up my legs and placed them on his shoulders before he folded me like paper, “is my command.”

“Ahhh,” a moan escaped my mouth. “So deep, so full,” I babbled as he pressed his lips to mine.

He moved his hips just the way I liked it, his cock hitting that spot inside my walls again and again, bringing me closer to my high. One of his hands moved down to cup my tits as he continued leaving kisses on my lips. I pulled on his hair when he pinched my nipples, making him growl and bite my lip. His lips left wet kisses on my skin as they went down on my body, pulling the nipple he just pinched into his mouth. He lifted his head as he looked into my eyes and sucked, his hand finding my free breast. He pinched the other nipple before his lips switched to sucking on that one, all the while the movement of his hips never stopped.

I could feel myself gushing more and more with his every movement. My walls squeezed his cock every time he pinched, sucked and circled my nipples. The pressure was building in my belly. “Rafayel… I'm gonna, cum.”

“Me too,” he raised up and picked up the pace of his thrusts before he leaned down again, “let’s do it together.” He pulled me into a kiss, his lips travelling to my ear. He licked and sucked on my earlobe, and breathed out, “cum with me, cutie.”

I felt the trembling in my legs first just before the dam broke and I felt my whole-body spasm. “Rafayel,” I screamed his name, pulled on his hair and felt my walls squeeze his cock as if they wanted to milk every last drop of his seed.

He pounded his hips one last time and stopped, his head falling on to my neck as I felt the throbbing of his cock inside me. He moved his hips, slowly, pulling back and pushing in again, each time I felt him throb once again. “Ah, cutie, that was…” he lost his train of thought and started to pepper my neck, my jaw, my cheek –anywhere his lips could reach with kisses, making me giggle.

He tried to pull out, before I wrapped my arms and legs around him and pulled him closer to me. “No, don’t go.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he chuckled and pressed a kiss to my cheek, “but let me re-adjust. I don’t want to crush you.”

“Crush me, I don’t care. I want to feel your weight on me.”

“Alright, then,” he said and let his weight down on my body.

I felt the air escape from my lungs and I tapped his shoulders with urgency. “On second thought, you should re-adjust.”

He let out a laugh as he raised up. He pulled out his softening cock, removed the condom and tied it into a knot before throwing it to the floor and dropped down next to me. I planted a kiss to his cheek before I settled inside his arms. My fingers drew circles on his chest absent-mindedly as I felt his warm fingers do the same on my arms.

“This is perfect,” Rafayel said as he left a kiss to my damp forehead, “I'm so glad you came here.”

“Me too,” I let out a deep sigh and kissed his jaw. I held his chin in my hand and squeezed. “You're not allowed to go away for this long without me, again.”

He held me tighter in his arms. “Does that mean I can say the same about your trips too, Miss Bodyguard?”

I felt my face get hot. “It’s… not the same.”

“Double standards,” he said with a pout.

I raised my head with my arms planted either side of his face and left a kiss to his lips. “Stop pouting.”

“No. You can leave when you want but I'm not allowed to do the same.”

I left a kiss to his cheek, another one on his nose, another on the side of his eyes. He was still pouting even though his cheeks were getting red. “Okay,” I said with defeat. “How about this? When one of us is away for too long, the other is allowed to visit them and keep them all to themselves as long as they want.”

He finally smiled to that. “Deal.”

“You know this means you're not allowed to go anywhere until tomorrow night…”

“I do, this is gonna be a long night for us, cutie,” Rafayel said with a sultry voice as he got on top and once again, pulling me into a passionate kiss.

My first fic for LaDS fandom, I hope you've enjoyed it!

[roc-haze]

Tis The Damn Season | ArthurTV

In which Arthur is your best friend.

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Get on the plane. Fly. See your friends. See your ex. Forget why you broke up. Get back on the plane. Fly. Reopen the wound. Repeat.

Moving away to pursue your dreams felt like breaking free. Unbridled opportunity, a new city, separation from the family and friends who don’t quite get you. Ending a relationship around the same time as the move was weirdly liberating and ultimately inevitable. James, your partner, was happy to stay put and had no real desire to move on from the small town in which you grew up.

One of your good friends, Arthur, had experienced the highs and lows of leaving it all behind.

“Let me know when you’re home, and I’ll come over to debrief. The small town fatigue hits hard.” He grinned, embracing you in a huge hug at Heathrow Airport.

Two weeks later, here you were. The flight had gotten in around 8pm, jumping in a taxi and immediately heading straight for your flat. By 9pm, you found yourself laying on top of the duvet, candles lit across the room and a vinyl playing quietly in the background.

The sound of a key turning in the lock echoed throughout the flat, followed by rustling and a quiet “hi mate”. A few moments later, Arthur entered through the doorway and crossed the room to side beside you.

“I had a feeling I might find you like this.” Arthur put down the tote bag he was carrying, laying down next to you.

“What gave it away?” Your voice monotone, lacking any real emotion.

“The photos of James on your story. You looked a little too happy.” Arthur lay staring at the ceiling, not wanting to say too much.

“I think he has a way of pulling me back in,” you let out a sigh, eyes fixated on a mark on the ceiling. “It’s just nice to have someone know you so well… like I forget what it’s like to not have this urge to fill the silence or to make myself exciting to someone else.”

Silence fell over the room, Arthur allowing you the space to vent.

“It’s just fucked, Arthur. God forbid I have a desire to move away and better my life. I mean, look at me. I have a great, fulfilling career. Incredible friends. Am I not worth changing for? He’s acting as if I’m babe for the weekend.” Your voice trembled, eyes watering.

“Do you want an actual answer to that? Or would you prefer to vent?” Arthur asked cautiously.

“Both.” You finally shifted to look at Arthur.

“For as long as I’ve known you, you’ve always made space for him in your dreams. You’ve had a goal, a plan on how to get there and so far, you’ve done everything you’ve set your mind to. Some people are just content with what’s in front of them… James is one of them.” Arthur smiled softly.

“I just don’t understand. I don’t see him for months, we see each other again and it sounds like he’s reconsidered and is ready to move. Only for him to turn me down all over again.” Your hands made their way to your face, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“That doesn’t mean you’re not worth it or you’re not enough to move for. It’s just an indicator that he’s not your forever person. The right person will be sure about you… they won’t have to reconsider. They’ll know.” God, Arthur was annoying when he was right.

“You’re probably right.” You sat up against the frame of the bed. “Please tell me you brought wine with you.”

Arthur followed suit, standing up to retrieve his bag. “Of course I did! I have some picky bits too.” He pulled two bottles of wine out of his bag, before holding up an array of snacks.

“You are a man after my own heart, Mr TV.” You gave him a small grin, rising to your feet.

“Shall we go commiserate on the couch? There’s a new episode of 90 Day Fiancé out.” Arthur handed you the wine, throwing an arm over your shoulder and directing you through to the living area. “Just out of curiosity.. do you think you’ll be dating anytime soon? George asked me to put in a good word.”

You laughed, jabbing the man lightly. “For George, I’m free any day of the week.”

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Author’s note:

Won’t lie friends - this is based on my life at the minute oops. I am in my sad girl Taylor Swift era at the moment 🥲

Working on a Will fic! Please send through any requests 🫶

Deliberately did not pick a small town as I am not British hehe pls imagine for yourself xx

[navree]

Incorrect, the fact that Biden has dropped out and a candidate with history of supporting medicare for all and being more receptive to a ceasefire in the I/P conflict has made me go from "I cannot morally support the Democratic nominee" to "I am voting for the Democratic nominee despite the fact she isn't perfect in every respect." I'm really happy this played out. The Dems for the most part abandoned the old Obama platform and it feels like its possible an actual progressive agenda could come to pass in my lifetime.

Kamala 2024!

If you weren't going to vote Democratic in this election before Biden dropped out you're a dorkass loser who does not care about any of the issues you're yammering about here and also a fundamentally bad person, and I hope you get run over by a bus.

But you got one thing right in all of this gibberish, Kamala 2024.

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

I have to ask because you mentioned it - as of now, what IS your top 10 episode ranking?

this is a great question! and it took me a while to answer it, because i was really pondering. but here are my answers- note that they are not ranked, but rather in chronological order.

also, i picked 15 instead of 10, because i have never made a choice in my life and i feel a solemn commitment to continuing that moving forward. consider it a little friday the 13th bonus.

so, without further ado, my favorite episodes are:

ice

beyond the sea

darkness falls

one breath

humbug

anasazi/the blessing way

clyde bruckman's final repose

nisei/731

revelations

pusher

jose chung from outer space

quagmire (even though i cried and will never be over certain events)

and wetwired!

i'd like to get into why i love each episode so much sometime in the future, but i imagine you can see some common threads. lots of agent bonding time, scully character exploration, light-heartedness alternating with earth shattering grief, tearful reunions, whump, and other tropes that form my specific brand of ideal content!

what do you think- are these good picks? am i picking well-loved episodes, or are there some underrated gems in there? any other common themes you notice between them? please share! psychoanalyze me! have fun with it!

[agardenofbasil]

not the prev anon but i can't thank you enough for all the information and explanation. i'm neurodivergent and i love reading fics but sometimes i can't always read the emotions behind the character's actions so easily. so i really appreciate the explanation for all the emotions behind pedri crying ❤️ you're a great writer ❤️❤️

This is so kind of you to say. Thank you for sharing your struggles with reading; it's not always easy to read things (even when it's fic) when you're neurodivergent, so I'm glad I could help bridge that. We only get Unai's feelings because the story is in his POV, so I can understand why people would be confused by it. You're not alone! I hope Chapter 14 helps clarify some more, but I'm always here to help too, so please reach out whenever you'd like. Thank you for the lovely compliments, too. I hope you're doing well! 🍃💚

[void-my-warranty]

(part 1 here if you missed it)

“Simon.”

He looks up from his breakfast, hair rumpled and eyes a little bloodshot. There’s a bit of panic in them, though, at your deathly serious voice which he basically never hears.

His stomach clenches with dread, forcibly swallowing down the bite of food that’s not nearly chewed enough, and straightening up in his chair.

You sigh. “Why don’t you want to marry me?”

He’s so tunnel-visioned in on losing you that he has to blink a couple of times, mentally shoving one issue away and wrenching something unexpected into its place.

“What—“

You cut him off with a rushing tide of anxiety. “If it was just needing to wait, then I would understand. I totally, totally get wanting to be sure, you know? But everyone thinks we’re married already, and that’s weird, Si. And you never let me pay for anything, and it’s starting to make me feel like you want to keep things separate, like you have one foot out the door already.”

Your chest heaves with the pent-up emotion of working these things over and over in your head for the last few days and coming up with no other logical answer.

He frowns in confusion. “You… want to marry me?”

You laugh at first, shocked and bitter, thinking he’s got to be kidding. But then his face smooths over into that unreadable, self preservation expression which you hate, and you realize he’s just an idiot. “Yes! Of course I do.”

He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms and looking like he’s not quite sure this conversation is really happening.

“FUCK!” You stand up and slam your palms on the table in frustration, then point at his tea. “Take a drink.”

At first you think he won’t. His eyes are tracking over your face, your aggressive posture, and then they finally drop to his mug. Simon obediently gulps a few swallows of tea, then sets it back down to have both arms free for self defense.

You step around the table, no matter that you’re quite unthreatening in your little PJs and no bra, and plant your hands on each of his shoulders.

“Simon. For fuck’s sake. Why are you telling everyone we’re married?”

Oh, god. You never see that. That ruddy flush blooming in the bottom of his cheeks? You never see that.

“Cause…” he swallows, his eyes flicking down to his tea you made for him, and then back to your face. He’s struggling, hard. “You are something like that, to me.”

You let out a relieved breath, sliding your hands up to his hot cheeks. “Okay. Then why haven’t you asked me to marry you, Si?”

“I’m sorry—“ he starts, but the crack in his voice makes him hide it by clearing his throat. “I’m sorry, if that’s something… you’ve been wanting, love. Didn’t think... you’d say yes to a… a bloody…” He trails off, unable to come up with the proper derogation.

“A bloody idiot,” you supply, sliding your ass onto his lap and looping your arms around his neck.

He blinks suspiciously fast, clearing his throat again and hooking his elbow around yours to drain the last of his tea.

“A bloody idiot,” you say a little softer, kissing his scarred cheek, “who makes me so happy that I can’t imagine loving anyone else like I love you. Of course I want to be your wife.”

"Mmm," he wraps his arms around you, almost painfully tight. "Say it again."

"I want to be your wife, you silly Englishman."

"Ahh," he nuzzles his face into your neck, mumbling against your skin, "didn't catch it. Once more?"

You laugh and twist away from the tickle of his mouth. "You. Me. Married or else."

"Don't need to twist your arm?"

"No." You drop your chin down to find his mouth with yours. "Just ask nicely."

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[st7rnioioss]

WHEN BSF!CHRIS CAN'T KEEP HIS HANDS AND THOUGHTS OFF INEXPERIENCED!READER ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... grinding, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (don't do this!!), kissing ˚࿔ notes: i'd like to say beforehand this is a little further into their relationship! I'll add more background stuff later<33

chris was restless. he continued to toss and turn in your bed, finally settling on his side, one arm slung around you waist while gently tugging you closer to him, pressing your back flush against his chest while you were sleeping peacefully.

he tried to doze off, he really did. but sleep seemed like the furthest thing away when he laid there, listening to your soft breathing, as the only currently audible noise, feeling the way your chest rose and fell under his touch.

his mind was running a million miles an hour, and he couldn’t get it to stop. it was dirty, wrong thoughts—about you. his best friend since.. well, for as long as he could remember. it had become something more usual, but this time he couldn’t control it.

you’d always been attached to the hip, but never once had he thought about you like this. never had he wondered what you’d look like naked, vulnerable under him.. okay, maybe a few times, but never to this extent. you'd only gone as far as him showing you how to finger yourself properly, where he took over the job because he couldn't resist.

how would you react to his touch? would you reach for his hair? his arms? would you grab the sheets instead? what did your moan sound like?

the real question was why on earth he was having these dirty thoughts about you. you were the sweetest girl he’d ever laid his eyes on, so sweet it gave him a toothache whenever you’d innocently bat your eyes at him, begging him to go get ice cream with you.

gosh, make it stop, he thought to himself, groaning when he snaked his other hand down to try and ease his rock-hard cock, which only seemed to make it worse, hardening even more under his own touch.

he didn’t know what to do, and only to worsen his panicked state, you started turning, his arm momentarily slipping from your waist when you faced him.

your eyes were thankfully still shut, lips in a soft pout from the pillow pushing them together. the sight didn’t help either. nothing helped him ease his raging hard boner. you laid there, so pure, unknowing of his sinful thoughts while your peaceful, gentle look only made the tight restrain in his boxers worse.

sleep was out of reach by now, his hand desperately trying to relieve his aching cock with a groan by carefully rubbing his palm over the bulge—but then your eyes fluttered open. he stared down at you with widen eyes, almost in disbelief that he’d been caught somewhat rubbing himself through his pants, but you didn’t seem to notice right away.

“are you okay?” your soft voice was heard. “you seem restless..” yeah, his constant tossing and groaning woke you up, but not enough to fully comprehend the situation chris was in.

“i- i can’t sleep. that’s all,” he whispered back, blinking rapidly while your eyes scanned his face, roaming every feature you were so familiar with.

speculating about his somewhat unsure answer, your eyes made their way down his chest when he let another whine slip, noticing the way his palm pressed against his groin, and you immediately felt ten times more awake than you were before. heat rushed to your face, before your eyes met chris's desperate gaze.

“oh..” you quipped, suddenly hyper aware of every movement of his, every desperate groan you’d heard behind you just moments prior now making much more sense.

“p-please, just- just let me.. let me put it in,” chris pleaded miserably, letting his free hands knuckles brush over your reddening cheek, his touch gentle as ever.

“chris- no, we can’t..” your answer only made his dick harden, though it seemed fucked up. you were so damn innocent, a prude even. you’d always avoided the topic of sex, not daring to go down that path ever. but he knew that when it came to him, you could bend the rules. “please- i’ll make it quick, i’ll just put the tip in. it hurts so fucking bad,”

but something about the situation caused you to turn curious. chris begging for your touch, begging to let him do something about his hard erection, to touch you.

“okay..” attentively, you turned around to lay in your previous position on your side, chris's hand slipping from the front of his shorts, letting out a deep sigh of relief.

“thank you, thanks- thank you,” he babbled, his clammy hands making their way to the elastic waistband of your sleep shorts, slowly pushing them down your thighs, until they pooled around your ankles, that you continued to gently kick off.

“i promise i’ll be careful, just the tip..” his breath fanned across your neck, making a soft gasp slip from your lips.

your eyes were wide open and lips parted when he hooked his hand under your thigh, gently lifting it to spread them apart, carefully placing your leg back down as if you were made of fragile porcelain.

“o-okay..” you spoke quietly, your breath hitching when his finger made contact with your panties, gently tugging them to the side. “already so wet f’me..” his voice was husky against your ear, lips grazing the sensitive skin as his thumb slowly ran between your slick folds, a weak moan falling from your parted lips.

you were driving him insane, already dripping for him, and it only took a couple right touches and words. oh, how bad he wanted to keep showing you how to feel good, let alone be the first one to. he'd already gotten his fair share on that part.

you’ve never been more nervous, but yet you felt safe with chris pressed so close up against you. it was chris after all, he’d never do anything to hurt you, plus, he was always so gentle with you whenever it came to stuff like this. your hands tugged the stuffed animal you usually slept with to your chest, nuzzling your nose into the neck of the teddy, the soft material under your fingertips easing your mind a little.

“i’ll be gentle, angel.. no need to worry,” he whispered, one of his hands maneuvering his shorts down mid-thigh, along with his boxers, the other one gently running down the side of your face, tugging a few strands of hair behind your ear.

he wrapped his palm around his cock, fisting his cock with a lewd moan, before bringing the head of his cock to your entrance.

“i’ll put it in now.. it’s just the tip, don’t panic..” he mumbled, pressing a reassuring series of kisses to the side of your neck, feeling you nod. “go- go ahead..”

those words was all he needed, gently smearing his sticky tip down your soaked folds, before pressing it forward, watching it disappear inside of you.

“holy- holy fuck..” he groaned between gritted teeth, his fingers gripping at your hip, a weak gasp elicited from your mouth. “oh, chris..”

your moan was silenced from the soft teddy in your arms, eyes fluttering shut at the slow intrusion, letting whines fall from your lips.

chris nearly lost his mind when he felt your walls squeeze around his tip—it took every fiber in his body not to stuff you full of his cock, not to completely ignore your previous, innocent words and start fucking into you.

“gosh- chris..” you whined, nails digging into the soft fur under your hands.

you could practically feel the desperation seep out of him from behind you, his throbbing dick just aching to be inside you.

“m’sorry angel, sorry.. i can’t hold back, please say something-“ chris's voice was strained with despair, his fingertips digging into your bare hip, smoothing his palm over your thigh.

“it’s- its okay..” you whispered, words somewhat muffled, but coherent. he was thankful almost, mumbling continuous praise and ‘thank you’ into your ear, smoothing his palms down your sides, under your top.

it sure was okay, he could tell. you were drooling around his tip, only making it easier to slide right in—which he did. holding tightly onto you, leaving kisses down your neck and back, he pushed his cock further inside of you, slowly.

“h-halfway, baby.. you’re doing so good,” he husked, his heart pounding in chest as he stilled his movements for a minute, allowing you to adjust.

you couldn’t keep quiet, eyes rolling to the back of your head while they fell shut, biting down onto the plush toy to restrain the moans. yet, pornographic whimpers slipped from your gritted teeth from the painful yet delicious stretch, making chris's head turn to mush.

“fuck.. you’re so perfect,” he hissed, sinking his length in until he was fully sheathed inside your heat with a sigh of relief.

blubbered moans fell shamelessly from the both of your lips as he slowly rutted against you, a hint of pain striking through you as you adjusted to his size.

you knew it was wrong. so, so wrong. friends didn’t do this, they really didn’t. what was gonna happen after this? would you just go to bed and wake up just usually tomorrow, just treating it as a favor?

but even though, you never wanted it to stop. his soft touch, lips continuing their work on your lower neck, stuffing you full of his cock when he rolled his hips.

“does it hurt?” he purred, his hot breath mingling on your neck, making a slight shiver run down your spine.

“no… chris, it feels- feels good,” you breathlessly whimpered, gripping the plush animal between your arms as if your life depended on it, listening to the dirty squelching of your pussy, basically drooling onto the soft material between your lips.

he only nodded, feeling your walls flutter around his cock, clenching and squeezing the life out of him. your back arched just slightly when he hit a specific spot within you, moaning loudly into the stuffed toy.

“y-you’re doing so well.. so beautiful,” he cooed, the praise going straight to the pit in your tummy, feeling the tension tighten as your teeth nibbled on the soft plushie.

“oh- oh my god..” without any warning, the waves came crashing over you, your chest heaving while your grip loosened on the soft plushie in your arms.

“jesus christ,” he panted, his slow but rhythmic thrusts continuing, until he reached his climax as well.

“shit- i’m gonna come,” he barely got to say, before the ropes of white spilled inside of you, letting out a shaky breath at the release of tension. you felt limp in his hold, your face growing hot, and heart racing with lidded eyes.

“thank you, thank you angel,” his breath hitched as he slowly pulled out. his pink lips left repeated kisses to the side of your face, listening intently to your breath regulating gradually, the pants turning back to the soft breaths he’d been listening to just moments prior.

you let a small smile break, nuzzling your nose back into the teddy bear to hide your blushing face, as if your back wasn’t turned to him. “it’s fine…”

his fingers danced across your waist, making their way to your hip, giving it a gentle pat as a dazed smile settled onto his lips.

“come on, pretty.. we gotta go pee,”

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[rafeysbunny]

heyyyyyyyy! I have a thought. Do you think that reader could get rafe to beg? Like maybe he did smth that pissed reader off so she’s been ignoring him but rage just can’t take it anymore? I love your writing so honestly just go crazy

-👻 anon

a/n. first ask, i'm so excited! in answer to your question: yes! absolutely, yes! this man is soo pussy whipped, he'd do anything for reader. ty for the request, babe!

two hours of you giving rafe the cold shoulder it's all it takes for him to break. he knows he fucked up greatly, but you're just being so mean that he cannot help the way his lips curl into a pout as he kneels in front of you, pleading for your forgiveness.

only you could get rafe motherfucking cameron to beg like this.

"baby, 'm so, so sorry," he apologizes, big hands gripping onto your plush thighs tightly so you can't get away from him this time, not again. "forgive me, yeah? i know i screwed up, and i'm sorry."

his lips start peppering kisses over the sliver of bare skin under the hem of your top as he keeps muttering words of repentance, the actions making your heart melt. "it won't happen again, i promise to you, angel."

"i'm really pissed at you right now, rafe," you address him for the first time in hours, voice tone sharp.

he doesn't care how cold you sound, though, the fact that you're finally talking to him instead of ignoring his presence nearly makes him cry happy tears. how embarrassing is that? he can't believe you got him this hooked. he should be the one in charge, not you, but, let's be honest, he's too in love with you to even care anymore.

"i know, baby, i'm sorry," he repeats for the hundredth time, puppy, blue eyes staring up at you entreatingly. "what can i do for you to forgive me? i'll do anything, just please, stop being mad."

"anything?"

a mischievous smirk spreads across your pretty face, your mind already conjuring up all the filthy ways he could make it up to you.

"anything, angel."

that's how he ends up tied up to the bed, hands desperately tugging at the fluffy, pink handcuffs in a failed attempt to break free of them while you ride his pretty face. he's fucking drowning in your pussy, dick achingly hard inside his pants.

what a shame you won't make him cum this time, as a little punishment.

your hips rock against his face unabashedly, feeling the way his eager tongue parts your chubby folds to drink up your sweet essence, occasionally slipping inside your pussy to fuck you with it. his nose is rubbing your puffy clit every time you grind down, which has you mewling and shuddering atop him.

"i love you so much, baby," he'd mumble against your cunt, totally mesmerised by the hypnotic sway of your hips and your taste.

your flesh muffle his words and grunts, but you understand what he says and look down at him with adoring eyes, just to find him staring up at you in the same way, pink lips glistening with a combination of your arousal and his spit.

the sight is enough to send you spiralling into a mind blowing orgasm that makes you let out the most lewd moan you've ever made, body shaking as your legs close around his head, almost suffocating him.

"fuck, i love you too," you breath out, the aftershocks of your climax making your brain dizzy. "i forgive you, rafey."

honestly, he doesn't quite understand how this could be a punishment for him, but he's not one to complain.

more.

[darksturnz]

── ⋮ ⌗ “FUCKIN’ TAKE IT. . .” ⟢ BF.ᐟMATT ᵎᵎ

CONTENTS: smut heavy-plot ・unprotected p n v・part two to THIS ・ this was requested!

His words replay in your mind, looping, sinking deep.

M’gonna make you the prettiest momma ever, ‘kay?

It’s filthy. It’s possessive. It’s exactly what you didn’t know you needed to hear.

A quiet whimper slips past your lips before you can stop it. You try to suppress it, biting down on the inside of your cheek, but Matt catches it—of course he does. His smirk is slow, knowing, dripping with amusement as he dips his head to press a kiss just below your ear.

“Didn’t answer me, sweetheart.” His voice is low, teasing, but there’s an edge to it now, something rougher, something hungry. His fingers press into your thighs, urging you forward, making you grind against him just a little harder. “Y’gotta tell me if that’s what you want.”

Your breath stutters. “Matt—”

“Yeah?” He doesn’t ease up, doesn’t let you shy away from the heat between you. His lips ghost over your jaw, down to the sensitive spot beneath it, where he knows you always melt for him. “Use your words, baby.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, humiliated by how quickly you unraveled, by how easily he turned your ache into something entirely different. But Matt doesn’t let you drift too far into your own head—he never does. His hands are patient, coaxing, always knowing exactly what you need before you even realize it yourself.

One of them slides up your back, threading into your hair as he tilts your head, forcing you to look at him. His gaze is heavy, burning into you, his pupils wide, dark, consuming.

“C’mon, sweet girl,” he murmurs, lips barely brushing against yours, teasing but not giving. “can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.”

Your body betrays you before your mouth can. Your hips shift instinctively, chasing friction, chasing him. His hold tightens in response, and the sharp inhale he takes tells you everything you need to know—he’s feeling it, too.

You swallow hard, embarrassment burning beneath the want. “I just—” Your voice is unsteady, barely a whisper. “I just need you.”

Matt hums in approval, his fingers flexing, pulling you flush against him. “Yeah?” His lips finally, finally press against yours, a slow, deep kiss that steals the breath from your lungs. “let me take care of you.”

His hands move with purpose, trailing lower, dipping beneath the hem of his shirt that swallows your frame, slipping past the last barrier between you.

His fingers push your panties to the side, barely brushing over your soaked cunt before pressing in deep, curling just right, sending a sharp pulse of pleasure straight through your core. His other hand grips your thigh, holding you still as he works you open, taking his time, watching the way you fall apart in his lap.

“Already so fuckin’ wet,” he murmurs, his voice thick with amusement. “Barely touched you.”

You whimper, your hips rolling against his hand, desperate for more. But before you can even reach for him, before you can beg, he groans low, frustrated.

His cock is straining against his sweats, the fabric damp where he’s leaking against it, and he exhales sharply before yanking them down just enough to free himself. The thick head of him presses against your entrance, rubbing against your clit for a moment before he lines up and sinks inside in one slow, unrelenting thrust.

The stretch has you gasping, nails digging into his shoulders, but he doesn’t give you a moment to process it before—

“Matt! Where the fuck are you kid?”

His teammate’s voice from the headset he threw onto the desk startles you, breaking through the haze.

Your breath catches, your body tensing, but Matt barely reacts. He exhales through his nose, visibly annoyed, then reaches over, picking up the headset. His other hand remains firm on your waist, keeping you completely still with his cock buried deep inside you.

He un-mutes.

“Right here,” he says, completely level, voice smooth, steady, like he’s not currently splitting you open. “What’re you yellin’ for, told you my girl was sleeping”

Your nails dig deeper into his skin, your hips shifting instinctively, desperate for movement, for relief, but he doesn’t budge.

You whimper softly, barely able to think past the need clawing through you, but Matt—cruel, infuriatingly hot Matt—just picks up his controller and returns to his game.

You try again, grinding against him, but all it earns you is a sharp squeeze to your thigh—a silent warning.

His mic mutes.

“What?” His voice is lazy, rough, thick with something darker. “You wanted it, didn’t you? So fuckin’ take it.”

Your breath stutters.

You have no choice—he’s not going to move, not going to help you.

So you do as you’re told.

You start slow, rolling your hips, testing, adjusting to the thick stretch of him. The burn in your thighs is immediate, but it’s nothing compared to the ache between your legs, the desperate need for friction, for more.

You whimper, pressing closer, your arms wrapped around his shoulders. “Matt,” you plead, voice shaking. “Please—please move—”

His mic unmutes.

“Matt, cover me dipshit—fuck—”

“That’s on you dude, I’m hitting my shots” he mutters, completely indifferent, but his fingers flex on your hips, betraying his composure.

It’s unbearable—the slow build of pleasure, the strain in your legs, the torture of knowing he could so easily take control but won’t.

Eventually, your body gives out.

Your thighs tremble violently, burning with exertion, and you falter, collapsing against him with a frustrated whimper.

His mic mutes.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” His voice is soft now, teasing, taunting.

You shake your head, fingers clutching at his shirt. “Can’t,” you whisper. “Need you—please.”

His hand slides up your back, pressing you close, his lips ghosting over your ear.

“Yeah?” His breath is warm, thick with amusement. “You given up already?”

You nod frantically, too far gone for embarrassment. “Please, Matt—need you so bad.”

Matt groans, the sound low and wrecked, and that’s all it takes—his own patience snaps.

His hand flies to his headset, tearing it off. “Nate—I’m getting off.”

“What? We’re in the middle of—”

Matt doesn’t even wait for a full response before exiting the game entirely.

The screen goes dark for a moment before his PC background illuminates the room—a picture of you curled against his chest, tangled in his sheets, the soft glow casting light across his sharp features.

And then he moves.

The first thrust is brutal, knocking the breath from your lungs, and then he’s pounding into you, gripping your waist, pulling you down to meet each deep, punishing stroke.

“This what you need?” he growls against your ear, voice rough, breath ragged. 

You nod frantically, moaning his name, nails dragging down his back.

His grip on your waist is tight, almost bruising, holding you in place as he drives into you. The wet, obscene sounds of it fill the dimly lit room, mixing with the soft whimpers spilling from your lips, with the ragged, uneven breaths against your ear.

He doesn’t ease up, doesn’t slow down—just takes you, hips snapping up into yours with a brutal rhythm, pulling you down every time you start to lift yourself off of him, making sure you feel every single inch.

You sob against his shoulder, overwhelmed, body shaking, thighs trembling from the sheer force of it. Your hands fist the fabric of his shirt, clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.

And maybe he is.

“You feel that?” His voice is a low growl against your ear, rough, breath ragged, laced with something dark, something possessive. “Gonna let me put my baby in you?”

You nod frantically, barely able to form words, your breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps. Your nails drag down his back, digging into the hard muscle beneath his shirt, and he groans, sharp and guttural, his pace stuttering for just a second before he recovers.

“Fuck—” His hands tighten on your hips, pulling you down harder, making you take him deeper. “Wish I knew—knew you wanted this sooner.”

You whimper, pressing your forehead against his, nodding weakly. “Wanna have your baby,” you breathe, barely coherent, voice small and wrecked. “Want you, Matt—please.”

His jaw clenches, his breath hitching slightly. His hips slow for a fraction of a second, like he’s processing it—your desperation, your need for him—before he lets out a sharp exhale and picks up the pace again, fucking into you with a newfound urgency.

And at this point, you don’t even care how loud you are, how utterly wrecked you sound. You just hold onto him, sobbing his name, letting him take exactly what he wants—letting him give you exactly what you need.

Matt’s grip tightens, his fingers digging into your hips with a bruising force, guiding you, controlling every desperate shift of your body. The force of his thrusts sends you bouncing in his lap, each deep stroke shoving you further into the mattress of his chair, forcing you to take him exactly how he wants.

Your legs are trembling, thighs burning from the earlier effort, but it doesn’t matter—not when he’s finally giving you what you begged for, not when every sharp snap of his hips has you spiraling closer to the edge.

“Shiiiittt,” he groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck, teeth scraping against your skin. “So fuckin’ tight—gripping me—”

You whimper in response, barely able to hold yourself up anymore. Your arms loop around his neck, fingers tangling into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, nails scratching lightly against his scalp as you cling to him.

Matt grunts, a sharp exhale against your skin, before he shifts slightly, planting his feet firmly against the floor.

Then he really starts to fuck you.

The rhythm turns relentless, deep and rough, his hips lifting off the chair to meet every downward roll of yours. The chair creaks beneath you, the obscene slap of skin-on-skin filling the space between your ragged breaths, between the filthy, low groans Matt presses into your throat.

“You takin’ it, sweet girl?” His voice is rough, nearly wrecked, but still teasing, still cruel. “This what you were cryin’ for?”

Your only response is a choked sob, your head falling back, eyes squeezing shut as heat builds low in your stomach, tightening, coiling, ready to snap.

Matt’s mouth is on you immediately—lips dragging down the column of your throat, teeth grazing over sensitive skin before he bites, sucking a mark into the dip of your shoulder, his own way of branding you, of making sure you feel him even after this.

The pressure is unbearable now, your body trembling, overstimulated and desperate, but you still want more.

“Matt,” you gasp, voice barely a whisper. “Close—gonna—”

He exhales sharply, his grip on you turning brutal. His hands move down, sliding to the backs of your thighs, spreading you open even more as he pounds into you, pushing you right to the edge, forcing you into it.

“Then come for me,” he mutters against your skin, his voice pure sin, pure need. “C’mon, baby—let me feel it.”

Your body locks up, the pressure finally snapping, pleasure crashing over you in waves so intense it nearly knocks you unconscious. You sob against his shoulder, every muscle in your body going taut as you clench around him, shaking, unraveling completely.

Matt curses beneath his breath, the sensation sending him straight into his own undoing. His thrusts turn frantic, messy, his breath hot against your skin.

Then you clarify it—

“Inside—please, Matt—inside,” you gasp, barely coherent, but completely, utterly serious.

His entire body tenses. He didn’t really think you’d actually let him, but he wasn’t complaining either.

His jaw clenches, his grip on you tightening to the point of pain, and then he slams deep one final time, burying himself inside you completely, holding you still as he fills you, groaning deep in his chest.

The only sound left is your heavy, uneven breaths, the soft hum of his PC still glowing behind him, the slight creak of the chair as he slumps forward, wrapping his arms around you.

His lips find your temple, soft, warm, pressing against your damp skin as he exhales, still catching his breath.

His voice is lower now, hoarse, rough, but serious.

“Y’know I mean it, right?” he murmurs against your skin. “Not just sayin’ shit, I will give you all the babies you want, sweetheart.”

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