#he decided that nobody was ever going to feel that way again. not around him. not if he had anything to say about it
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will forever thinking about morgan refusing to leave dr. brazier's side while the bomb under her seat is being defused.
i didn't get a good screenshot of it, but he's also holding her hand the whole time.
and then the way he hugs her??
keep in mind he Just met this woman. he has no emotional connection to her beyond the fact that she is a person in distress and he is a person who cares. there is a bomb under her seat that could go off if she moves wrong or they fail to defuse it. if that happens, it will kill her, and almost certainly him too. he doesn't care. he kneels outside her car and holds her hand while she prays because he will not let her be afraid alone. he will not let her die alone, if it comes to that. derek morgan the bottomless well of compassion you are.
#like a lot of the characters morgan has a backstory that could easily have pushed him to become the kind of person they chase#âhurt people hurt peopleâ that kind of thing#and like hotch saying âit's not surprising that some people grow up to become killers. and some people grow up to catch them.â#hes talking about himself yes but hes talking about most of the bau#morgan was hurt so badly#and instead of attempting to regain his power by hurting other people#he decided that nobody was ever going to feel that way again. not around him. not if he had anything to say about it#im in shambles can you tell#derek morgan#character analysis#i think#i dont know man this scene destroys me. we see morgans compassion extended to the people he loves so often#but its when its extended to complete strangers that it really gets me.#so full of love despite it all#not fic#criminal minds#criminal minds rewatch#criminal minds s02e08#empty planet#favourites
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âYes,â Sylus threw his head back, exposing his adamâs apple. âJust like that.â
Things had gotten a little heated on the couch in the living room.
You two had been watching this old ass movie tied to a soundtrack in Sylusâs vinyl collection as a pastime, and had clearly gotten distracted.
He had been very periodic and methodical with his caresses and touched, before finally leaning over and whispering in your ear, âinstead of watching a movie, why donât we make one?â
Stupid. How predictable.
Sylus was beyond hot though, so you let it slide.
Turning away for a moment to roll your eyes, you swing your leg over his lap to straddle him.
And thatâs how you two ended up here.
Youâd never had a makeout session so intense.
You felt his hands all over you⌠you felt like you were on fire.
You were also more than positive that your wetness had leaked all the way through your panties and pants.
âOh!â
Your train of thought was interrupted when Sylus thrusted right up into you.
It felt so good⌠you could feel his hard dick pressing right into your clit.
âYou shouldnât give away what you like so easily, sweetie,â He gave one last squeeze to your tits before moving his hands down to grip your waist. âYouâre giving me such a large advantage.â
Jesus Christ he talks too damn much.
You didnât particularly feel like arguing with him today. Sure, it could be fun, but what you really wanted was to shut him up.
Deciding to take the initiative, you repositioned yourself to sit right on his hard dick, and started to roll your hips back and forth.
Sylus inhaled sharply, something you didnât miss.
Grinding on him slowly and sensually, you feel his hands twitch on your waist as you kissed down his jawline to give his neck a sharp bite.
The sound of Sylusâs heavy breathing and moaning only egged you on further.
âFuck, kitten,â He shut his eyes tightly, throwing his head back. âWaitâŚâ
Sylus was going fucking crazy.
Why did it feel so good? It was just a little kissing and grinding.
He suddenly felt like a horny teenager all over again.
But it felt so fucking good⌠you felt so fucking good. Rarely did you ever have the chance to get on top like this.
Maybe he should let you do it more often.
It was so out of character for him, to be moaning and panting like this. His head was a mess.
His boxers were a mess too, all the precum he had been leaking.
The electrifying feeling of your wet cunt dragging over his cock was driving him over the edge quicker than heâd like to admit.
âWait, please,â Sylus felt fucking neurotic, begging like this. âY/N⌠waitâŚâ
It wasnât long after that Sylus felt himself cum in his pants. Hard.
Holding you tightly by the waist and panting up a storm.
Oh my god⌠thereâs no way heâŚ?
You quickly sat up on your knees, lifting yourself off of his lap to see with your own two eyes.
And he did! There was an unmistakable wet spot right where his dick was.
Fuck⌠it was so erotic.
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Unintentional dry spells. It was common between you and Zayne.
He was always busy at the hospital and you were constantly running around to kick wanderer ass.
But you two always made that lost time up.
In fact; you can say with full confidence that you preferred the sex after the build up.
There was a particular intensity that came with it that simply couldnât be replicated.
Nobody else saw Zayne with this level of passion but you.
It was his day off and he had invited you over.
While you two had been once sitting on his couch, things had began to get heated after Zayne initiated a kiss with you, stating how much he missed you.
It was rare for him to verbalize exactly what he felt so boldly.
Oh he was so sweet. The sweetest man youâd ever met.
Cut to you being on top of him with him laying on the couch below you.
You donât even remember when you got on top of him. Well⌠not that it mattered.
Not when he was making you feel this good. He was the only thing on your mind at the moment.
âY/N⌠please,â You felt his grip on your waist tighten as he squeezed his eyes shut. âWaitâŚâ
Hearing him beg and plead with you was making you unbelievably wet.
You didnât want to stop. You couldnât stop. It was too good. And youâd been waiting for him for hours.
With every pass of Zayneâs hard cock over your clothed clit you became more and more aggressive.
âIâm not going to last like this,â He said breathlessly. âPlease, my love, enoughâŚ!â
Oh my god was it your birthday?
Making Zayne cum in his pants sounded maddening.
He was under you losing his mind.
Zayne could feel how wet you were through all the layers you two were wearing.
The delicious friction of how perfectly you were grinding on him was bringing him to his climax all too quickly.
âY/N⌠Iâm-â
Digging his fingers into your hips, Zayne came all into his boxers.
Shit⌠you drove him crazy.
#sylus x you#sylusposting#l&ds sylus#lnds sylus#sylus smut#love and deepspace sylus#sylus x reader#sylus#lads sylus#love and deep space zayne#love and deepspace zayne#zayne smut#zayne x you#lads zayne#dr zayne#zayne love and deepspace#doctor zayne#zayne x mc#zayne x reader#lnds zayne#l&ds zayne#lads smut#lads x reader#love and deepspace imagines#love and deepspace
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âheatwavesâ
pairing: alpha!gojo x omega!fem!reader summary: when a work trip takes you to japan, the last thing you expect is a heatwave... and some guy with blue eyes? content: MDNI (18+ only), nsfw, a/b/o dynamics, no established relationship, dubcon (i feel like itâs always kinda dubcon with a/b/o), p->v, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding, biting, blood, marking, spit, praise, swearing, pet names (baby/sweetheart/princess), brief mention/implication of pregnancy, knotting, reader gets picked up, reader is american, reader is unaware of their omega status, reader experiences their first heat, reader and satoru âbondâ without having a fully conscious conversation, reader and satoru are early twenties. a/n: it's here! somebody spay me. by popular demand i have written alpha!gojo for you all⌠just a classic reader goes into an accidental heat at work and (x) character happens to be the nearest alpha LMAO. this is entirely uncreative, but i love it for that!!! straight smut with a little plot if you squint hard enough! i hope it lives up to your expectations. find my alpha!geto fic here and find the list of my 1k event fics here. enjoy and remember, ALL AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED! credits: dividers by @cafekitsune. wc: 5k
Nobody ever told you that Japan was so damn hot.Â
Hot was not what came to mind when youâd heard youâd be taking a trip to Tokyo. Temples? Sure. Mt. Fuji? Great. Hot? No fucking way.Â
But, here you were, boiling away under the sun on what youâd thought would be a fun little work trip. Instead, you were just suffering with every step, trying to listen to what Principal Yaga was saying and failing miserably.Â
âThese are the sparring courts. No students right now, but theyâll start training within the hour.âÂ
You rub at the back of your neck, cringing when your palm comes away coated with a thin layer of sweat. Gross.Â
You lift your eyes to the sky, wondering how much longer this was going to take. Your little trip to Japan was to organize an exchange program with Jujutsu Tech. Your students had been begging to take a trip to Tokyo, to where their cursed energy would be closer to the source and, consequently, stronger. You had to admit, it was a good idea. A few months spent training here in Japan would do them good. From the moment youâd set foot on Japanese soil, your power had thrummed faster in your veins than ever before.Â
Principal Yaga was giving you a tour of the grounds and had sealed your horrible fate when heâd decided to start outside. You barely heard a word the man said. New York was never this hotâŚ
âAre you alright?â You blink, fanning your face as best you can. It provides no relief. God, it felt like the heat was penetrating your fucking bonesâŚÂ
When your eyes slide to Principal Yaga, youâre surprised to see that he looks genuinely concerned. âY-yeah.â You blink again, shocked by your own stutter. Maybe you were coming down with something? âIâm fine, just not used to this kind of heat, I guess.â You fan your face again and clench your jaw when it still does nothing.Â
Yagaâs brows furrow and you see him glance around, like heâll find said heat standing next to him. How was he wearing so many layers?Â
âHow about we head inside and take a break, then? We can continue the tour⌠later.â You nearly fall to the ground and kiss his feet. Air conditioning is truly God's gift to manâŚÂ
You smile and itâs all genuine. âThat would be amazing. Thank you.âÂ
Yaga nods, but you think his eyes linger on you for just a beat too long before he turns. He still looks confused⌠or maybe flustered? That only leaves you confused.Â
You follow after him, each step feeling like youâre sinking deep into cement. You tug at the collar of your shirt, trying to get some ventilation. When you finally reach the building you nearly sigh with relief. Air conditioning⌠thatâll be good. Just what you need. A few minutes inside and youâll be good to go. Youâll just have to remember not to wear so many damn layers again when you continue the tour.Â
Youâre smiling as you step inside, so ready for relief that youâre practically shakingâ but relief never comes. Your brows furrow. You brush your arm through the air. It⌠doesnât help. Itâs strangeâ you can feel the coolness of the air conditioning, feel it gliding up and across your skin, but the heat doesnât subside, doesnât so much as lessen.Â
âI trust you know how to find anything you mightââ Yaga clears his throat. âNeed?âÂ
 Your brows furrow. Heâd shown you all the schoolâs resources last night and your room was already stocked with food, toiletries, and every other thing you could possibly need. Of course you knew where everything wasâŚÂ
âYes⌠Thank you.âÂ
Yaga shifts so uncomfortably you think that maybe heâs about to pee his pants. âRight, well, you have my contact information. Let me know if I can be of assistance in connecting you to any⌠resources.â
Youâre more confused now than you were at the start of this conversation. âRightâŚâÂ
âTake care.âÂ
Yaga shoots you one lastâ worried?- glance and stalks down the hall. Youâre left wondering what the hell is happening in his mind and why he seemed so desperate to offer you resources?Â
You blink, clearing your mind as best you can, but some sort of fog seems to be settling over your consciousness. Definitely coming down with something, you think.Â
You make your way through the halls, steps still feeling suspiciously heavy and heat still radiating off your body. A cold shower. Thatâll help. Or so you thought. The further you walk, the more each hallway starts to look like the next. Was it left or right next? Was this hallway always a dead end? Since when was there a bathroom there?
Youâre leaning against the wall now, panting. Something is pooling in your gut, something warm and far too intense. Your inner thighs are wet, too. You want to convince yourself itâs sweat, but⌠youâre horny. More horny than youâve ever been in your whole damn life. You think you might die if you donât get some dick in the next ten minutes. What the fuck?
You slide yourself into the next room you see: an empty classroom. Thank fucking god. You grab the back of a chair, hands shaking with how hard youâre gripping the wood. You take a deep breath. You need to get a hold of yourself, need to figure out what the fuck is happening to you. Â
You swallow and try your best to think. Itâs not without difficulty. Your head feels like somebodyâs filled it with glue. It takes a minute for a coherent thought to come through, but when it does, you think itâs a good one. Doctor.Â
Yesâ you donât feel well, so obviously a doctor is the correct choice, right? You scramble for your phone in your back pocket but freeze when the brush of your own hand against your ass sends a jolt up your spine. What the fuck is wrong with you?Â
Carefully, you extract your phone from your pocket, but itâs too difficult to even remember your fucking passcode. You press your thighs together, trying to relieve some of the overwhelming ache thatâs forming between your legs. Something is definitely wrong.
You fumble with your phone, but your hands are shaking so hard it just tumbles to the floor.Â
âFuck,â you breathe. âFuck, fuck, fuck?âÂ
âYo, whoâs baking cookies in here without me?âÂ
Your head snaps up and, with some difficulty, your eyes settle on a⌠man. You suck in a breath. Heâs⌠dazzling. Heâs wearing all black, but itâs not a student uniform. One of the teachers that youâve yet to meet, then. White hair and pale skin contrasts against his clothes, but his eyes are covered by a pair of sunglasses set low on his nose. Even in your delirious state you still have the wherewithal to wonder who the fuck wears sunglasses inside.Â
You get a quick look at him before a wave of intense- fuck, desire?- washes over you. You tremble again and shock yourself when a whimper tumbles from your lips.Â
âOh, shit,â you hear him say. You glance at him from the corner of your eye and watch him inhale againâ deeply. His lips part. âOh, shit.â
You clench your jaw and tighten your grip on your chair. Your legs are shaking nowâ you can barely stand. You squeak pitifully.Â
The second the sound leaves your throat you hear footstepsâ rapid, hurried, concerned, ones. Warm hands clasp your waist and you cry out at the touch, electricity sparking on your skin.Â
âShhh, itâs okay.â He turns you gently to face him, hands steadying your swaying body. âWho the fuck left you alone in here?â His hand is rubbing soothing circles on your lower back now and you think youâve never felt something so good in your life. Itâs so good that you almost miss what he said. Almost.Â
âW-What?â You see his brows furrow as you peek up at him. At this angle you can see under his sunglasses. His eyes are blue. Really fucking blue. You think he might be the most attractive man youâve ever seen, even with the expression of⌠anger?- that heâs currently wearing.Â
âWhoever he is, I'll kill him.âÂ
That makes you blink. An extra sliver of clarity opens in your brain. âWhat are you talking about?â
He tugs you a little closer, wrapping an arm fully around your waist and pressing you up against him. You try to ignore the fact that you love it, that you want nothing more than to wrap yourself around him and climb him like a fucking tree.Â
âWhat idiot leaves an omega going into heat?â Heâs glaring at the doorway like heâs torn between staying here with you and running after said idiot to pommel him into the ground.Â
ââM not an omega.â The words are out before youâve even stopped to consider them. Itâs true. Youâre not an omega. Youâre a beta. Youâve always been a beta. Youâve got the little âBâ on your ID card to prove it. You were tested at birth, just like everyone else, and even if you really were an omega you would have presented years ago.
He only glances down at you and snorts. âFunny, sweetheart.â His hand is still rubbing those little circles into your back and itâs enough to make that fogginess in your mind grow a little thicker.Â
But your fear, your uncertainty outways your instinct. You pound a weak fist against his chest, not to push him away, but to get his attention. Heâs still glaring at the doorway like he wants to murder it.Â
ââM serious,â you gasp. âIâm a beta⌠I donâ... know whasâ happeninâ⌠to me.â Each word is a tremendous effort to form. Your tongue seems to have lost its ability to do anything but hang limply.Â
That gets his attention. He lifts a hand, gently brushing your hair back from your eyes and then cupping your jaw. âIs this your first heat?âÂ
You find yourself leaning into his touch despite the fact that youâve only known him for thirty seconds. Your eyelids flutter. âN-Not a heat⌠jusâ feel⌠sick.â
His brows furrow again, deeper this time, and he shakes his head. âHow old are you?â
You know why he asks. Most omegas present around eighteen or nineteen. âOlder than⌠nineteenâŚâ You try to laugh, but it only comes out as a whimper.
That answer only serves to make him push closer. You feel his hand trailing down your neck, skimming gently over the skin until he reaches a spot you hadn't even realized was so⌠sore. You keen at the touch. Fuck, no. There was no way. You had swollen fucking scent glands.Â
You try to push away, but he pulls you in, burying his face in your neck. You shudder when he groans. âYou smell like a damn bakery exploded,â he chuckles, and the sound is muffled by your skin. When he pulls away he makes it look like the action is physically painful. He cups your face again. âHate to break it to you, sweetheart, but youâre an omega. If this is your first heat thenâŚâ he swallows and your eyes track the bob of his throat. âYouâre just a late bloomer, baby.â
You shake your head desperately. Itâs just the stupid heatwave. Itâs just⌠hot outside⌠right?Â
You try to think about how this could be possible. It could be that the test you took as a baby was wrong⌠it happened sometimes. It was rare, but it happened. But if you were an omega, what would have triggered your presentation now? What had changed?Â
Your eyes widen. Japan. Youâd set foot in fucking Japan. Ever since youâd gotten here, youâd felt power pulsing in your veins. Maybe it hadnât been just powerâŚÂ
âN-noââÂ
A gentle thumb smooths over your cheek and you meet his eyes again. You shiver when you see a whole lot more black than blue. âYou have no alpha?âÂ
You whimper, leaning into him. Touch me, touch me, touch me, a part of you begs. You shake your head again and a tear slides down your cheek. âNo,â you whisper.Â
Strong arms slide beneath your knees and you squeak when youâre suddenly suspended in the air. When you glance up heâs grinning triumphantly. âYou have one now,â is all he says before heâs carrying you out of the classroom and twisting through the halls.Â
Warmth rushes over you at the sensation of being held, and something begs you to give into it, to give into the heat still washing over you, to the throbbing between your legs. You fight it and fight it hard.Â
âWhereâre we going?â you ask, but your voice is sounding more and more like a whisper.Â
His eyes stay focused ahead, even as he presses a comforting kiss to the crown of your head. âYour room, sweetheart.âÂ
Your brows scrunch. âHow dâ you know whereââÂ
ââM following your scent, baby.âÂ
He can do that? You bury your face in his neck, embarrassed, only to be hit by a different scent so delicious your mouth starts watering. You groan. Loudly. Thereâs a scent pouring from his neck thatâs filling your head with memories of spices you canât name, but suddenly know you love.Â
You think you hear him chuckle and then feel a gentle hand on the back of your neck, encouraging you. You snuggle deeper into him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and burying your fingers in his hair. Taste him, taste him, taste him your mind chants. Itâs too good an offer to deny. You lick a stripe across his skin.Â
Your groans are instant. Heâs squeezing you closer, leaning into your touch, and youâre pulling him closer. Your fingers curl into his jacket, tugging and tugging. You lick again and now heâs the one groaning.Â
âDamn, that feels good,â He sounds as surprised by that fact as you feel. The swaying of his steps comes to a sudden halt. You whine, missing the rocking of his body. âThink weâre here, princess. This it?â His hand is smoothing over your hair, slowly coaxing you away from the curve of his neck. You blink, not wanting to leave the paradise of his scent, but also feeling some overwhelming urge to please him.
Your eyes settle on a door and you recognize a little chip in the wood. You nod. âMhm.âÂ
You gasp when his hand grips your hip, wriggling through your pocket until he pulls out a little brass key.Â
âPerfect,â he says, and his voice sounds like heâs all too pleased with himself. He shimmies your key in the knob until the lock clicks and then youâre inside. The door slams shut loud enough to make you jump and squeak.Â
âOops, sorry, baby. Guess Iâm a little excited, heh.â His hand squeezes your hip soothingly and you mewl at the wave of heat that pulses through you. Your clit throbs almost painfully and you feel something gush onto your thighs. You whimper.Â
He inhales. âOh, shit,â he breathes, and then youâre moving again. He navigates your room like he knows it. He probably does. From what you can tell, most of the rooms at Jujutsu Tech follow a standard layout. He weaves down a hall to the left and then into your bedroom on the right.Â
He lays you on the bed gently, tenderly, like heâs afraid you might break if he drops you so much as an inch. âThere we go,â he breathes. You canât deny that it feels good, that it feels right, to be lying on the softness of your mattress, but itâs not enough.Â
You claw at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and pulling him close. You want something from him, need something, but you canât name what. You just know that the heat boiling beneath your skin can only be sated by him, that the throbbing between your legs can only be calmed by him. âP-Please,â you whimper. Tears well in your eyes. You need him so bad it physically hurts.Â
The smile he gives you is soft and genuine and it takes your breath away. He dips his head and you think you see him slide those sunglasses down his nose and toss them to the side. You donât pay too close attention, though, because heâs kissing your neck again and your body is screaming with sensation.Â
âAw, I know, baby. Donâ worry. âM gonna take care of you now. Jusâ relax.âÂ
His words spark something in youâ your last bit of consciousness. A brief moment of clarity shines through the fog of your mind and you remember what the hell is happening, what the hell youâre doing. You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head desperately. No, no, no, this is not happening to you. Thereâs no way.
âHey, now. None aâ that.â Fingers clasp your chin, holding you still. When you peek your eyes open, you see that he has in fact removed his sunglasses and that his eyes are more black pupil than dazzling blue. His jaw is clenched and his breathing is heavy. âDonât try tâ fight it. Jusâ try to enjoy itâŚâ His head dips and suddenly heâs nipping at your scent gland again.Â
You thrash and scream, but not in fear or pain. Youâve never felt something so good in your life. Every graze of his teeth feels like heaven. Your skin zings with electricity, sending pulses of pure need straight between your thighs.Â
You grab at him, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging him closer. Your chest is heaving when you speak. âPlease, p-please-âÂ
âShhhâŚâ You think you hear your shirt tearing, but youâre too focused on pulling him closer to care. His tongue licks a stripe up your throat and your eyes roll back.Â
Youâre sure your shirt is off now. You can feel the cool air, but it does nothing to ease the heat raging inside you, pulsing and pumping through your veins.You feel him tugging at your pants, too, and you try to raise your hips. He only shushes you again. âJusâ relax. Let me do the work, baby.âÂ
Your pants are gone in seconds, even without your assistance. So is your bra and then your panties. He tries pulling away to undress himself, but you mewl and his eyes blow even blacker before heâs back over you again. He settles for popping the buttons straight off his shirt and shimmying out of his pants.Â
The sight of his bare skin makes you whimper and then youâre clawing at him again, dragging your fingers across his shoulders, over his chest, down his abs. Itâs a greedy touch and one that he returns. His palms move along your body, kneading and squeezing at any flesh he can grab. It feels so good that you think you might pass outâ but itâs still not enough. Something is still missing. You feel⌠empty.Â
His fingers trace across your stomach and itâs too late to realize whatâs happening before heâs circling your clit. You jerk and jolt at the touch, but he presses his chest to yours, pinning you. The throbbing only worsens when his fingers settle into a rhythm.Â
Tears leak down your cheeks. Itâs too overwhelming. Youâre burningâ burning from the inside out. The pulsing between your thighs is all-consuming with its intensity, with its-
âNeed! N-Needââ youâre crying out, but you donât even know what to ask forâ donât even know what you need.Â
âGod, Fuck, I know, princess,â he groans. He licks a long stripe up your neck. âBut âs your first heat. Gottaââ he has to pause to swallow. Heâs panting, now, just as lost as you are, and you get the sense that heâs restraining himself. âGotta get you ready⌠go slow.âÂ
You shake your head. Now, now, now is all you can think. You need him now. âNo⌠pleaseâŚâ You bury your head in his neck and find that spot thatâs pouring his spicy scent into the air. Your mouth waters and you lick him, letting your teeth graze his skin.
âFuck!â He shivers atop you and you feel the pure strength restrained within his muscles. âFuck- okay. Okay. Relax fâ me, princess.âÂ
You try, you really do, but your body refuses to do anything but try to pull him closer. You feel his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs, pressing them up, up, up until theyâre pressed tightly to your chest and your feet are dangling on his shoulders. The position makes you whine, feeling more exposed than you ever have before.Â
âYou on birth control, baby?âÂ
Your brows furrow. Itâs becoming harder and harder to focus on what heâs saying rather than simply the sound of his voice. Were you? You try to think, try to remember through the pit of glue that is your brain. NoâŚ
You shake your head. âN-NoâŚâÂ
Thereâs a slight pause, a beat of contemplation, and then heâs laughing. âGuess Iâm bouta be a daddy then, heh.â He chuckles again and the sound rings through you with a wave of pure bliss. His lips brush your neck again, settling on your pulse and making you whine. âDonât really mind as long as I get you.â Your head rolls back submissively, exposing your throat. Yes, yes, yes, your mind screams. Thereâs nothing you want more than that, you think.âOkay, here we go, baby.âÂ
Thereâs hardly any more warning. One second you feel him shifting between your thighs and the next heâs pressing inside of you, feeding his cock in inch by inch. The stretch is⌠delicious. It burns, fuels that fire inside you, but it makes the heat feel more⌠pleasurable. Your back arches and your head rolls back submissively.Â
âOh, fuck, princess.â His voice has gotten higher, more like a whine than anything else. When you gaze up at him you can see the flush in his cheeks, even through the fog in your mind. More, more, more your mind screams. Or maybe you say it aloud, because more is exactly what he gives you. The second you feel him tucked up against your cervix the second he begins to take you. He sets a pace that is somehow both brutal and gentle, with strokes that rattle your skull and also give you exactly what you need. His hands grip your hips, holding you still to take exactly what he wants to give. His head dips until he has his lips wrapped around your nipple, and his tongue is swirling so deliciously that you canât help but drag your nails down his back.Â
Your body rocks with every thrust, teeth rattling and eyes rolling. The heat inside you grows⌠tighter, like itâs all pooling to your core, waiting for something you still canât quite name.Â
âN-needâŚâ You donât know what you need, still. Only that you want to beg for it so badly it hurts.Â
His tongue slides away from your nipple, tracing a line up between the valley of your breasts, over your collarbone, before he finally settles on your pulse once again. The nick of his teeth makes something click in your mind. This is what you need. Bite me, bite me, bite. Claim me, claim me, claim me.Â
âYes,â you breathe. Your fingers dig into his scalp, pulling him closer, coaxing his teeth to sink in, to stake their claim. âOh God, yes. Please.â You sound delirious, you think, but then so does he when he answers.Â
âNot yet, princess. Not yet.â His tongue darts out to lick across your neck again and you can only sob. Why not yet? Now, now, nowâŚÂ
Tightness coils in your muscles, the throb at your core reaching a breaking point. You feel something coming, something like an orgasm but yet also not. You know that when whatever is pooling inside you releases, you will shatter, and youâre not sure youâll ever be put back together.Â
Your nails claw across his back hard enough to draw blood and the action forces out some sort of low grumble from his chest that makes you whimper and melt into the mattress. The tip of his nose draws a line up your throat. âKeep doinâ that, baby. Mark me up.âÂ
You donât dare deny him. You scratch at his skin, desperately trying to pull him closer. His thrusts grow faster and your thighs begin to tremble and shake on his shoulders, overwhelmed with the intensity of all youâre feeling. You pull at him, grab at him, thread your fingers through his hair.Â
Your body jolts with each thrust and youâre sure youâre going to burst any moment. But you canât. Not yet. You still need something, something he hasnât given you yet. He groans and the sound is so delicious that you feel it sliding over your skin and settling in your bones.Â
âMâ gonna knot you now, princess,â he breathes. âGonna make you feel so good. Gonna take care âve you.â
You whimper at his words. You hope theyâre true. You donât think you can take much more of the incessant gnawing of need in your gut.Â
âPleaseâŚâ your voice is hardly more than a whisper. His breath is hot as it shakes against your neck. Heâs licking and nipping at you ravenously, like he needs you just as badly, like he wants to claim you as badly as you want to be claimed.Â
His thrusts quicken even further and your jaw falls open, neck arching. You donât think you can hold on much longer. Apparently, neither can he.Â
You feel it the moment he starts to swell inside you. Itâs perfect, you think. It canât get better than thisâ but then it does.Â
His teeth graze your throat again, this time a little harsher and with a little more intent. âMine,â he whispers. The second he bites you everything goes blurry.Â
Youâre experiencing⌠heaven. There is a rush of that electricity that buzzes under your skin. It bursts forth and you feel it reaching out, forming a link between the two of you that you know is now impenetrable. It pulses and burns and you can feel him, feel his pleasure, his desire, his need for you and only youâ his need to make you his. You think your souls must be blending, merging, with how deep the connection runs. You think you know him, know everything you could possibly ever need to. You know heâs the one. You know heâs yours.
Itâs perfect, the way it fulfills every desire youâve ever had, the way he notches inside your cunt like thatâs where he was made to be, the way his teeth clamp around your throat and bond you together forever.
You scream for him, you think, but you canât tell through the complete and total haze of pleasure. Your walls spasm around him, milking him for every last drop, and you feel the heat of his cum coating your cervix. The heat at your center finally releases, bursting and flooding through you in a way that feels like pure bliss has been injected into your veins. Your thighs quake and tremble with the pure intensity of it all and white spots dot your vision.Â
His body is tense above you, shivering with the magnitude of whatâs just happened. Heâs groaning into your neck, your flesh still clamped between his teeth like he never wants to let go. Youâre not sure you ever want him to.Â
Your breaths shake in and out, lungs heaving as you finally come down. His knot is still settled deep inside you and with the few strings of consciousness that slowly filter back into your mind you know that heâll remain there for a while.
His teeth release from your neck with a squelch that you think you would be sickening in any other context, but only makes you whimper at the loss of contact. He only hums and finds your hand, twining your fingers together as he laps at the fresh bite on your throat. It feels⌠amazing. Not in the way it felt before, like he was licking pure lust straight onto your skin, but more like heâs giving you a comfort you have never known in your life. You feel safe in his arms, like nothing could ever hurt you here.Â
His lips press a final kiss to your throat before you feel him shifting. He gently rolls you both onto your sides, getting comfortable and pulling you to his chest while you both wait for the next wave of lust to hit you. It will, you know. Sooner rather than later, too. Your mind has cleared enough to realize whatâs happening, whatâs to come. You wonât be leaving this room, this bed, for quite some time.Â
A gentle hand brushes a sweaty lock of hair from your eyes before it settles on the nape of your neck, massaging the sore muscles there. You sigh and raise your gaze to find him already looking at you, an easy smile on his lips. He has dimples, you realize, and heâs⌠breathtaking. And now⌠heâs all yours.
Thereâs a beat of silence between you, a moment of reconciliation with whatâs just happened between you, of what it means. You blink up at him, your lips parting to say something, anything, but instead your brows furrow in thought.
His smile drops instantly. He leans into you, thumb caressing your cheek. âWhat is it, sweetheart?âÂ
Your mouth runs dry. You peek up at him from beneath your lashes. âWhatâs your name?â
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to fall in love with soulmate!bakugou katsuki
the soulmate au nobody ever asked for. in which red is your favourite colour, and also the colour of katsuki's eyes.
bakugou katsuki x gn!reader
you've always considered it one of your greatest blessings, being in class 1-a.
it's where you got to meet some of the brightest people at u.a. high. you were supported by amazing teachers and got to grow alongside the best classmates you could ever ask for; without 1-a, you wouldn't be half the pro-hero you were today.
but most of all, that's how you met your soulmate.
growing up, you never really believed in soulmates. you knew soulmarks existed. you've heard stories, of magically-appearing matching-coloured bands around the wrist and perfectly-synced unmatched chemistry between lovers simply destined for each other. it all sounded too good to be true.
you were 13 when your parents (who were "soulmates") decided to split after almost 20 years of marriage. you told yourself right there and then, that you would never live your life waiting for some magical moment, for the stars to align, for sparks to fly. what was the point?
you were 15 when you met your soulmate.
bakugou katsuki. when you first met him, he was loud, obnoxious, and absolutely unbearable. he was an egomaniac, an asshole to everybody. when you first locked eyes with his, you felt a burn sear across the skin of your wrist.
in the red of his eyes, you saw red. nevermind that red was your favourite colour â you were angry. angry that this guy just had to be your soulmate. your other half. but you also felt smug. smug that you were right, about soulmates meaning jackshit.
you couldn't read bakugou's expression. you didn't bother. you simply turned around and walked away.
you stopped by the nearest family mart and bought a concealer. you got back to your dorm room. seated on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, you finally allowed yourself to look down at your wrist.
again, you saw red â a single, braided cord tattooed around your wrist. of course, it had to be red. you dabbed at it with your newly-bought concealer until it was gone.
you don't miss the way bakugou stares at you, at your wrist, when you walk into class the next day. his eyes narrow, his face twists into a scowl, and you feel oddly satisfied.
but a soulmate isn't that easy to get rid of, apparently. especially when he's your classmate.
the moment you saw his quirk, you understood that bakugou katsuki was a force to be reckoned with.
bakugou katsuki was relentless. he was driven, ambitious, confident, and strong. and he only got stronger, and stronger. and you refused to fall behind him.
you couldn't take your eyes off him. you were afraid that if you blinked for even a fraction of a second, he'd go on without you and you'd miss out on his metamorphosis into a true hero.
into somebody you could actually love. and no, not just a fleeting love. a love that could last you a lifetime.
you don't take your eyes off bakugou katsuki. you watch him, furiously attentive with awe and fascination and spite. watching katsuki ignites something in you that you don't understand. well, not yet.
sometimes, your gaze flickers to katsuki's right wrist, to the red string wrapped around it, and your stomach twists at the reminder that bakugou katsuki was not just your rival; he was, in theory, the other half of your soul.
you continue denying this fact until bakugou forces you to face it.
after a particularly gruelling day of quirk training, you're completely spent. you're exhausted, hunched over the water cooler and taking mouthful after mouthful of water. when you stand back upright, your feet wobble and your knees buckle but you're steadied by a strong hand clasped on your shoulder.
you jerk at the touch, and you whip around to see bakugou katsuki standing next to you. you wrench yourself out of his hold and bakugou rolls his eyes at you.
"better not pass out," bakugou grumbles. "m'leavin' you and your beat-up ass here if you do."
"fuck off," you spit. "i don't need your help." you pass out as soon as you finish your sentence.
bakugou catches you and easily gathers your tired and bruised body in his arms. you wake up 3 hours later in recovery girl's office, with a pounding headache and, on the nightstand, a bottle of water and a box of aspirin.
you reach over to grab 2 pills and you realise that the concealer on your wrist has been smudged off. it's also then that you realise the brand-new concealer that's also on the nightstand.
the twist of your stomach is all too familiar, and it's then that you decide that you're done running away from your soulmate.
later, you find yourself knocking on his door. he opens the door after roughly 18 seconds of knocking and you're greeted with a gruff "fuck do you want" until he realises it's you, and he takes a step to the side to let you in.
you stand awkwardly in the middle of his room, until he snorts, taking a seat on his bed and patting the spot next to him. you oblige.
it's quiet, and you realise you don't exactly know what to say. "thank you"? "i'm sorry"?
"so?" bakugou asks expectantly. "what, wrong brand of concealer?" he raises an eyebrow, somewhat amused.
you know he's joking, but you still flinch at his words.
"no, that's not it," you say, shaking your head quickly. "i just... well... i..." before you can stop yourself, you're crying.
bakugou catches on and offers you a tissue. you don't know why he's being so nice to you, but you mutter a quiet "sorry, thanks" and accept it anyway.
your hand brushes against his as you take the tissue, and you see the exact moment bakugou realises that for once, you don't have concealer applied to your wrist.
bakugou's frowning.
you don't know what you were expecting, showing up now at bakugou's room after ignoring him for most of the year and blatantly disregarding the fact that the two of you were soulmates. of course you should've known that he'd be upset.
"i'm sorry," you croaked. "for everything. i avoided you for so long, i was just so scared, i didn't know you back then and i wasn't ready toâ"
bakugou holds your wrist so gently. you realise that he's still looking at the red band around your wrist, and your chest tightens at the uncharacteristically soft look in his eyes.
a small smile graces his lips, and it's like a weight is finally lifted off your shoulders because you finally get it.
bakugou katsuki is your soulmate.
"you're my soulmate," bakugou says simply, finally looking you in the eyes, and you know he's known all along but you can tell that he's sure of it now.
because you're sure of it now, too.
"you're my soulmate," you smile. you meet his gaze shyly, and as you stare into the red of his eyes you realise that red has always been your favourite colour.
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"Squeezing their hand reassuringly and holding their hand throughout an intense social situation" for Lando if you are still taking requests! I love your writing sm!!â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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âI have good news and bad news. Which one do you want first?âÂ
You tilt your head at Lando as he slides back into his seat across from you, curious. He looks uncharacteristically serious. âWhat, did your card get declined or something?âÂ
âThatâsâuh, excuse me? No.â Lando scoffs, scrunching his nose at you at the same time as he flips you off playfully. âMy card did not decline, thank you very much. Iâll say it again, good news or bad news first?âÂ
âGood news first, always,â You insist firmly.Â
Lando sighs, propping his elbows up on the table. âGood news, you got a free meal on me again. Bad news, there's a whole crowd of cameras and fans outside the restaurant right now and no way out the back.âÂ
âOh.âÂ
Even just thinking about having to push through the whole gaggle of paparazzi outside has an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. You know you should be used to it by now, seeing as youâve been with Lando for a while and known him even longer, but itâs not something you go through on a regular basis. Youâve tried your very best to avoid it, really.Â
Without him, nobody notices you. You can blend in with others and not have to worry about whether or not your life is being looked at through a microscope.Â
With him, you feel thrust into the spotlight. Even though you know theyâre not here for you, theyâre here for him, it doesnât seem like anyone cares so long as they get a picture of Lando. Of course, not all of the fans are like that, but in your experience, things can get out of hand very quickly.Â
âIâm sorry, love. I know how much you hate crowds.âÂ
âUm, yeah, itâs alright. I can handle it.â Your voice sounds breathy, even to you, and Lando takes notice, his brow creasing in concern.Â
âYou sure? I can leave now and you can wait here til it all dies down. I promise Iâll circle back for you,â He offers, tilting his head. He reaches across the table to take your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. Half of you wants to play it safe and take him up on the offer. It would be easier on yourself to take that route.Â
At the same time, you donât want to hide anymore. The greater part of you feels like it's about time you mustered up the courage to embrace the very thing that makes you nervous. Lando has to do it everyday, surely you can handle it once.Â
âNo. Weâll leave together,â You decide, firmer this time. He smiles and stands from his seat, ever a gentleman as he helps you up from your own seat. Your previous confidence takes a rather large blow when you get to the waiting area of the restaurant and actually see just how large the crowd outside is. You stop suddenly.
âIâve got you,â He says softly. âI wonât let go of you.âÂ
âPromise?âÂ
Lando holds out his pinky towards you in a silent promise, a pre race tradition youâve adopted to help him settle his nerves before a race. You study his completely sincere expression for a few moments before letting out a sharp exhale through your nose, hooking your pinky around his. Both of you bring your linked hands up to your mouth, kissing the side of your fists to seal the promise.Â
A silly gesture from way back in his karting days, but the significance it holds now is set in stone.Â
âOkay. Okay, fuck, letâs get this over with!â His fingers slide into yours now, squeezing your hand reassuringly just for good measure.Â
It feels like a full body assault on all your senses coming from all sides the moment you step outside. Flashing cameras, screaming fans, being jostled around even as Lando pushes through the crowd first to try to clear the way for you. You make the mistake of looking out into the crowd instead of keeping your head down like him, and instantly youâre blinded by a series of photos being snapped inches in front of your face.Â
You canât see a thing anymore, vision swimming with white spots no matter how much you blink to try to get rid of them. You stumble on the uneven cobblestones, and Landoâs grip on your hand tightens, his other arm slipping around your waist to steady you before you trip again.Â
âIâve got you, donât worry,â He says into your ear, holding you close. Heâs the only thing keeping you from panicking, your anchor in the ocean of people as he forges on towards the car waiting at the edge of the sidewalk. âHere, step up. Yeah, thatâs it, grab there. Watch your head.âÂ
You scramble into the backseat of the car as quickly as you can so Lando can climb in after you. The door slams shut, and all that remains is silence. No more clamoring, no more screaming, just the rumble of the car under you and the telltale lurch that youâve started to move.Â
Collapsing back against the headrest, you laugh, high pitched and disbelieving.Â
âAre you alright?â Landoâs voice sounds strained, tinged with concern, and his hand squeezes yours again. âAll in one piece? All your limbs still attached?â
âHa ha. Very funny. Iâm okay, I just canât really see anything right now,â You sigh. Your vision is still fuzzy, even in the darkness of the car. If you focus hard enough, you can kind of make out faint outlines of your surroundings, but you know itâll be a bit until youâll be seeing things clearly again. Lando makes a worried sound, and you're sure if you could see him his head would be cocked to the side, brows pinched in the middle. âJust the flashing cameras, probably. Now I know why you wear sunglasses everywhere you go.âÂ
He laughs then, giggles at you like you've said something absolutely hilarious. âI told you why I always have them on me! Did you think I was joking?âÂ
âNo, I just always thought you were being a douchebag.âÂ
âExcuse me?âÂ
âOnly douchebags wear glasses indoors, Lando. And blind people, but you're not blind.âÂ
âYou might be after this,â He snickers. You shove him with a huff. Well, your smack hits something firm and he yelps, so you assume itâs him. âOw, jesusâfine, Iâm sorry. That was rude of me. I shouldn't be making fun of blind people.âÂ
âYou shouldnât be making fun of me! Why didnât you bring them today?âÂ
âI did!â He insists. âI justâŚleft them right here on the seat. Whoopsies.â
âWhoopsies.âÂ
The car returns you to Landoâs building, and thankfully by then your vision has returned so you can make your way up to his floor on your own. Landoâs gone quiet on the elevator ride up, which is a bit uncharacteristic of him. After a good meal like the one youâve just had, usually heâs talking about how he wants to dive into bed and sleep for ten years. This time, he just stares at the changing numbers above the door silently.Â
He wanders to the couch as soon as you get into the apartment, whereas you make your way over to the kitchen to grab some water. You grab a glass from the cabinet, not turning around as you ask, âWater, Lan?âÂ
âDo you ever regret it?â Lando sounds small, unsure. You freeze, wait for him to keep going, but he doesnât. Confused, you turn around with the glass still in hand to see him not even looking at you, instead focusing hard on picking at a loose thread at the edge of his sleeve.Â
He fiddles when heâs upset, something youâd learned quite early on in just being around him. Heâs actually quite easy to read, really. Or maybe itâs just because you love him so much youâve become attuned to his body language, what he does when heâs sad, mad, and everything in between.Â
You give an acknowledging noise for him to elaborate, and he drops the thread, finally looking up at you. âBeing with me.âÂ
âNow why would you ever think that?â Youâre the concerned one now, rushing over to sit beside him on the cushions.Â
He shrugs, letting his shoulders drop heavily. âI dunno, justâŚeverything that comes with me, itâs a lot to deal with, yâknow? Sometimes I wonder if you wish my life wasn't soâŚpublic all the time.âÂ
You take Landoâs face in your hands firmly, tilting his chin up so he's looking directly at you. âI will gladly take you and everything you come with. No matter what it is. I never want you to doubt that, my love.â
âI donât,â He says softly, a flicker of a smile gracing his face. âHow did I ever get so lucky with you?âÂ
âI think it was the knobby knees and giant head that really made young me go, yeah, I want that one. I think the sentiment still stands too.âÂ
Lando's smile disppears. Now he pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're mean. You're mean and I hate you."
"That was for making fun of me earlier!"
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Downfall [ Five Hargreeves x Reader ]
Summary: No matter the timeline, you and Five never get your chance.
A/N: well I think I can agree with everyone that season four was not good⌠so my way of coping is making angsty imagines for it⌠Iâm trying to cope with the fact this is the last time we will ever see them ): This is also super short, apologies
Warnings: Season Four Spoilers
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Five had seen multiple timelines with Lila throughout their time spent together. And in almost every single one they saw, you were dead by the hands of him or vice versa. Eventually it became normal to see you mourning Five or him taking revenge for you.
Lila could see how distressing it was for him to see every timeline play out the same for the both of you.
Fate never seemed to be on your side, and even in your timeline, Five never had the courage to tell you his feelings. Despite spending six years by his side, being his roommate, helping him with cases, being there emotionally for him⌠he never seemed to catch on to the fact that you held feelings for him, too.
On one of their multiple train rides, Lila tried to address what the two of you meant to each other, but Five didnât want to acknowledge it.
Because he feared the moment heâd open up, fate would play itâs cruel trick again and guarantee he would never see you again.
So he buried it deep within himself so it would not haunt him.
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For you, it was mere hours you had last seen Five. You had helped Allison and Claire rescue Klaus from being buried alive, and had found your way to Lila and Diegoâs home.
Everything seemed to be alright, and although you could sense something was wrong with Five, you didnât have the energy to ask, simply from the long day you were all having.
However, you didnât fail to notice the looks Lila and Five were sharing. It made not only you suspicious, but Diego as well. It was started to grow more and more tense as he pried information from them.
It almost felt as if your heart was being ripped out of your chest, being stomped on by the universe, as Five and Lila confessed of their infidelity.
You werenât sure if you wanted to console Diego or slap Five.
You decided on the latter before storming out of the house. Diego tried to stop Five from chasing after you, but Five was quicker and blinked to your side.
âLet me explain.â
âGet away from me!â You screamed as you exited the house. Nobody followed the two of you, so you only assumed Lila was in the hot seat.
â(Y/n)! Stop acting like a child and listen.â Five grabbed your arm and whipped you around to face him. He was close now, his breath fanning your face.
âHow could I listen to the fact you and Lila shared such an intimate relationship while I have been waiting years for you to do the same with me.â You made sure to throw your words in his face, making all of your emotions clear as day. Pretending to not hold feelings for him was beginning to weigh you down, so you needed to let go of those weights now.
âAll we did was kiss,â Five said it like it was the most simple action in the world. âOne kiss and we realized our mistake immediately. We got wrapped up in our own little bubble and forgot the important things. I just⌠I couldnât handle seeing you die anymoreâŚâ
âWhat?â You pushed away from him. Had he seen a timeline with you dead?
âI⌠we donât get a happy ending in any timelines. No matter what we do, we fail to be together.â Five sighed and ran a hand through his hair. âI lost hope that even if we got back, it would lead to our demise.â
You didnât know what to say to him as your heart began to beat uncontrollably.
He looked into your tear filled eyes and said, âI want to be with you, but I donât want to kill you.â
âI donât want to be with someone who, after forty years in the apocalypse, couldnât even keep his heart on one person for seven years. It doesnât matter if you realized your mistake, Five. Iâve been here the whole time waiting for you. I took care of you when you came home bloodied. I stayed up with you while you had panic attacks. I made sure that you had coffee brewed every morning.â
Five felt ashamed he had let everything you had done for him go to waste with his one mistake. âI donât expect you to forgive me.â
âMaybe Iâll be the bigger person and actually forgive you, because I know deep inside I am that person. And I for sure know you arenât because you kissed your brotherâs wife, Five.â You scoffed and wiped away your tears. âGood luck with that.â
You began to walk towards your car without another word, and Five just watched as you left.
He was smart enough to know that if he chased you, it would lead to a grave.
And not too long after, he would sacrifice himself with his family, his last thoughts only consisted of you and how much he failed your relationship. Some selfish part of him hoped that heâd come back, to be able to see you again.
But the more rational side of him knew that he would never touch you again.
Because for once, you would be able to live in a peaceful timeline without him there to cause your downfall.
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"Let me take care of you" - Max Verstappen
pairing . . . max verstappen x reader )
genre . . . smut )
summary . . . after a disastrous race, you take care of max the best way you know how )
warning . . . smut, 18+ MINORS DNI, oral (m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, nipple play, use of petnames, sub!max, very soft dom!reader, traumatized maxie, not proofread )
word count . . . 2800 words )
a/n . . . this actually ended up a lot more emotional than i intended it to be but i hope everyone likes it anyway. i don't know if my smut writing is getting better or worse tbh. any and all feedback is always appricated <3 )
Max was a perfectionist; anyone could see that. He also had a desire to win like nobody else. He never let up. It didnât matter to him if it was a title deciding race or a completely meaningless one, he needed to win. It had been instilled in him for as long as he could remember; second place is first loser after all. So naturally, when his brakes failed, and his car very literally caught fire in the Australian Grand Prix causing him to have to retire three laps into the race; you knew he was not going to take it well. Â
You were watching along in the garage, and the only thing you could think about as his smoking car pulled up to the pits was how hard on himself he was going to be. The fact that it was through no fault of his own was irrelevant. He had just handed a win to Ferrari, and that made his blood boil. Â
In typical Max fashion, you barely saw him after he retired too. He gave you a quick hug as he reached the garage but after that it was straight back to business. He made his way to the pit wall and immediately began discussing with Christian and GP what exactly happened and how do they fix it for Japan. He sent you a text that he was going to stay late at the track with the mechanics so that you should just head back to the hotel. Â
Truthfully, Max was avoiding you. You had only been dating Max for a couple of months, and so far you had only seen him dominate on track. And whilst you were concerned that that he would be beating himself up for disappointing himself or the team, he was busy focusing on how he had disappointed you. You had taken time out of your busy university schedule to travel to the other side of the world to see him race, and he had to retire three laps in. He was used to people living through him, taking his wins as theirs. He had never considered that all you cared about that he was safe and didnât get hurt. Â
So, you went to the hotel and waited for him; or at least you tried to. Tiredness and jet lag eventually started to catch up to you, and you had just started to drift off to sleep when you heard the door open. Looking up greet Max, you could see immediately how heavy the weight he bore on his shoulders hung. Â
âHey baby, how are you feeling?â You asked him sleep in your voice still evident. Max just hung his head and walked into the bathroom. He half expected you to berate him. To question him on exactly what went wrong and what heâs going to do to fix it. Â
âMaxie?â You asked again, as he came in from the bathroom and made his way to his side of the bed, his eyes routed to the floor. This time he just grunted at you in response before getting into bed and turning away from you. He did not have the energy to be told everything he did wrong and why - he had already had that from his dad. Â
âPlease talk to me Maxie, Iâm worried.â You pleaded at him, fighting the urge to wrap your arms around him. You wanted that more than anything, but you sensed that he maybe didnât feel the same. Â
âWhat do you want Y/N?â He finally spoke, his voice cracking. Â
âAre you okay? I know that was tough result to take but itâs only once race. We both know youâll be back better than ever for the next one.â Â
To your words, Max just grunted again. And this time you couldnât help but reach over to hold him. Wrapping one of your arms around his waist and the other coming up to brush through his hair. You waited cautiously for him to pull away. A moment passed and he began to move, your heart sank; he clearly didnât want to be anywhere near you right now. But instead of moving away, he just turned around, bringing himself closer to you, resting his head on your chest. Â
âI just hate to let the team downâ he spoke, his voice no more than a whisper, like he wasnât 100% convinced if he should be saying anything. Â
âBut baby you didnât let them down, you did nothing wrong. There was an issue with the car that isnât your fault.â You gazed down at his face, your hands smoothing through his hair. Â
âI could have done something. Maybe I pushed the brakes too much. Maybe I went too hard. All I know is that I let the team down. I let my dad down. I let you down. You cam-â He started to ramble, but you had heard enough.  Â
âWhoa Max baby slow down. I canât speak for the team or your dad, but you certainly did not let me down. All that matters to me is that you didnât get hurt. I was so worried; you were literally driving a car that was on fire. You could have been hurt.â Â
As the words left your mouth, he looked up at you. Almost as if he was trying to see if you were telling the truth. When his eyes met yours and he realized you were being sincere, he hugged tighter into you. Â
âI love you Y/Nâ he spoke and before you could say anything, you felt him bring his mouth to your neck. Leaving hot open-mouthed kisses from your collarbone up to until he met your mouth. His lips crashed against yours. The kiss was hungry and desperate. His hands found your hair and his teeth nipped at your lips. He quickly found himself getting lost in you and you werenât too far behind. But when his hands wandered towards the bottom of your pajama top, you had to pull away. Â
âWait, Maxie. Are you sure you want to do this? Youâve had a rough day, are you sure you want to do this. We could just go to sleep if youâd prefer.â You didnât want him to feel like this was something he needed to do. Â
But when his lips once again found your neck, it was clear you had your answer. âPleaseâ he mumbled against your skin âI just want to forgetâ between each word he left a kiss on your neck, before beginning to nibble against that one spot on your neck that he knew always sent you completely insane. He left deep purple marks all down your neck and you couldnât help but let a moan slip through your lips. Â
You were about to completely cave into his touch before you had an idea, and before you could overthink whether it was a good idea, you swung your legs over him until you had him pinned underneath you, your legs either side of his. A smirk plastered across your faceÂ
Max looked completely taken aback at your action, but the second you leant down to kiss him, your lips just slightly brushing against his; he was starstruck and could feel himself growing harder by the second, which only deepened your smirk. Â
âLet me take care of you babyâ you whispered in his ear before beginning to grind your core against him. The whimper that left Maxâs lips took you both by surprise but, taking that as confirmation that he wanted you to take control; you attached your lips to his neck, trailing kisses down his chest until you reached the waistband of his underwear. It was clear from the way that his hard dick strained against the cloth that Max was enjoying this new side of you, and you could be lying if you said it didnât give you a bit of a confidence boost.Â
You started to tease him, placing warm kisses over his underwear, but when you hear him try and fail to beg you to touch him, it becomes clear that maybe today isnât the day to tease him. So, you hook your fingers around his waistband and release him from the tight confines of the cloth. Immediately, your mouth found his cock, your lips wrapping around his tip. Maxâs moans filled the air as he came apart like putty in your hands. The way that your tongue swirled around him made him go crazy. He reached out his hands to grab your hair in a makeshift pony, but you dodged him. Max honestly thought he was going to cry when you took your mouth off him.Â
âNo baby, I told you I was going to take care of you, you just sit back and let me do everythingâ you told him before quickly placing a kiss on his lips before reattaching your mouth to Maxâs throbbing dick and bringing your hand to the part of it that you couldnât fit in your mouth. Max felt lightheaded; itâs not like you hadnât given him a blowjob before, but never like this. He couldnât ever remember being this turned on before. He had never even considered letting you take control, letting you take care of him so intently before; but now that he was experiencing it â he kicked himself for waiting so long.Â
The sounds coming from your boyfriend were music to your ears and only encouraged you to make him feel better and better. You could feel yourself getting wetter, completely desperate to feel him inside of you; but today was about Max, youâd happily wait longer for your own pleasure to take care of him. You began taking him deeper and deeper into your throat, earning more moans from Max. You had never heard him be so vocal before. Things got even better for him when you hallowed your cheeks and brought your hand up to his balls, massaging them in your hands as you worked his dick in your mouth.  When his tip hit the very back of your throat and you gagged around him, he was so loud you were just slightly concerned that whoever was in the room next door would be up for a rude awakening. Â
âOh, fuck baby, oh my god. Iâm so closeâ Max just about managed to get out between moans, promoting you to once again let go of his dick. For a second Max looked at you with puppy dog eyes, silently begging you to take him back in your mouth. But as soon as you stood up and very slowly pulled your pajama shorts down, he realized that there were better things to come. Â
âDo you want me to ride you, Maxie?â you asked him breathlessly earning another groan from the man lying on the bed.Â
âFuck, yes. Please please ride me I need to be inside of you more than anythingâ Maxâs voice was weak; it was becoming all too much for him. And when you finally rid yourself of your pajama top, Max started to see stars. Your tits were his weakness, and you knew that all too well. All he wanted was to take them in his mouth, to suck and bite on your nipples. So, when you straddled him once again, that's exactly what he did. You thought about stopping him again, reminding him that tonight was about him and his pleasure; but when you caught sight of his eyes â usually so bright and sparkling. Now they were so dark, so filled with lust and desperation, you didnât have the heart to deprive him of one of his favorite things to do. Â
You leant down to kiss him again, and the taste of his own precum on your tongue made him groan feverishly against your lips. Unable to wait anymore, you finally lowered yourself onto his dick. Now it was your turn to let out a string of moans and profanity. The way that he stretched you out was a feeling that you could never grow old of. After a beat to get used to having him inside of you, you began to bounce on top of him, pumping his dick in and out of your tight desperate pussy. Â
âOh my god Maxie you feel so good, your huge dick sends me so crazyâ You moan out, completely cock drunk. âYou fuck me so good, god nobody makes me feel like you canâ Your praise made Max moan louder than ever and then he simply couldnât help himself anymore; he brought his hands up to your hips and began thrusting hard into you. You wanted to tell him to stop, to tell him to let you take care of him â but when he rammed his cock into g-spot you physically couldnât ask him to stop doing something that felt so good. Â
âI love you so much Y/N babyâ Max croaked out, bringing his mouth back to your tits and his hand down to your clit. Him touching you for the first time tonight meant it was now time for you to see stars. His expert hands rubbing against your clit brought you closer and closer to release and you could tell from the way that Maxâs thrusts became deeper and harder that he wasnât far behind you.Â
Wanting to finish what you had started; you placed your hands on his chest â signaling him to stop for a second. Max did so very reluctantly, but when you started to bounce on his dick again his eyes rolled back into his head. After each bounce you grinded yourself down on him, desperate to get him as deep as you possibly could. Your climax was getting closer and closer and soon you felt like you were ready to burst.Â
âIâm going to cum on your dick okay baby? You just make me feel so good I canât help myself.â you told the man beneath you breathlessly, prompting Max to resume rubbing circles into your clit.Â
âPlease do. Please cum all over my cock I need that so muchâ Max croaked out and with that you fell over the edge. A wave of pleasure washed over you and you screamed out for Max. It felt so good you thought you were going to pass out, completely taken over by the pleasure that Maxâs hard dick had given you. For a few moments, you simply had to still yourself to let yourself recover.Â
Once you had ridden out the last of your orgasm, you were ready to go again; ready to make Max feel as good as you possibly could. You began grinding down onto him, squeezing yourself against him. After feeling you cumming all over him, Max knew he wouldnât need long before he was right behind you. Â
âFuck Y/N Iâm really close, get off and Iâll finish in your mouthâ Max just about got out between moans. When you didnât get off and instead began bouncing faster and harder, Max really thought he might just die. Â
âCum inside of me Maxie please, I need your cum fucked so deep inside meâ Â
âFuck really?âÂ
âYeah, i need it so bad.âÂ
âOh my god Y/N, youâll be the fucking death of meâÂ
The second those words left his mouth, he fell apart. A string of profanity left his lips, and you could feel his dick pulse inside of you as he painted the insides of you white with his cum. Max couldnât believe how good it felt, sex with you was always great but that was on another level, he couldnât remember ever feeling that good before.Â
âI love you so much Y/NâÂ
He gently slipped himself out of you and you collapsed next to him on the bed. Exhausted wasnât the word for how tired you felt after that. And apparently that was true for Max as well as in the time that it took you to waddle to the toilet to clean yourself up, he had managed to fall asleep. You couldnât blame him of course; even before that it had been a very long tiering day for him. So, as quietly as you could, you got ready for bed and slipped yourself into bed next to him. Â
Looking at the very peaceful sleeping man next to you, you couldnât help but snuggle down close to him. Placing a kiss on his temple before assuming the big spoon position that you know he loves so much from you. Your movement causing him to ever so slightly stir awake.Â
âYouâre the best thing that ever happened to meâ he spoke so softly you almost missed it before falling right back into a very peaceful sleep. You couldnât help but feel so lucky to have a man like him cuddled close to you.Â
âSleep well Maxie, I love you more than anything.âÂ
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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 23 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Bradley was bruised, hungry and worn out, but as soon as he was with you again, nothing else mattered. You welcomed him home with so much love, like nobody else ever had before or ever would again.
Warnings: Angst, fluff, adult language, smut, very hands-on Bradley, 18+
Length: 3600 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader
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You were already at work, trying your best to teach your math class with your phone gripped in your hand, when Bradley texted to let you know he was boarding a flight that would land in San Diego just before six o'clock. Tears stung your eyes as you scribbled some problems on the board for your kids to work on while you walked briskly to the back of the room to write back.
I'll be there to pick you up! I can't wait!
Truthfully, you didn't know if you could have gone another day without hearing from him. Your heart felt full now after the brief conversation you had. He was safely back on dry land! He was coming back to San Diego! He missed you as much as you missed him!Â
It was Valentine's Day, and more importantly, Career Day was later this week on Friday. You couldn't contain your excitement, especially when he wrote back with his flight number along with a short message
I'll see you in a few hours, Gorgeous. Tell your kiddos I'll see them in a few days.
You watched as your students wrote down some final answers, then you checked them together while butterflies soared around in your belly. You couldn't hold it back any longer after that. You felt flustered as you placed your hand on your forehead and said, "Lieutenant Bradshaw wanted me to tell you that he'll be here on Friday for Career Day."
Jayden jumped out of his chair as Oliver pumped his fists in the air. "Can we work on another list of questions for him?" Nia asked as Violet clapped in excitement.
Since that very first package you sent, he had been making this school year even better than you ever expected. "Yes. We can work on more questions for him. Some of our other friends from the Navy will be joining us as well."
"Who?" asked Jackie, eyes wide behind her glasses.
"I guess you'll find out on Friday. Now who wants to write our list of questions?"
When you left your school that afternoon, traffic back to Coronado was heavy, but you didn't mind one bit. You couldn't stop smiling as you made a phone call, ready to beg if needed to so you could get what you wanted. Then you changed into the dress Natasha helped you pick out. It was tight and black with long sleeves and a short hem. And suddenly it was time to pick Bradley up.
You were giddy as you stood on the driveway, unsure if you should take your car or his Bronco. Ultimately you decided to take his so he'd have a chance to drive it if he wanted to. Unless he was exhausted. If he was too tired, you would have no problem driving it back so he could rest. Then you started to feel like maybe you shouldn't have made the dinner reservation. He probably wasn't going to want to go out to eat two hours after getting home from deployment.Â
How many times had he told you that he liked the way you didn't mind when he wanted to just relax on the couch and unwind? You groaned as you got in the Bronco and started the engine. When you got to the airport, you'd call and cancel it. Taking him home to a long, hot shower was a better option. Plus you already stocked the refrigerator with so much food, he could eat whatever he wanted for the next week.
There was a ton of traffic getting into the airport short-term parking lot, and you were just pulling into a spot when Bradley texted you to let you know his flight landed early. "Oh, shit," you muttered, heart hammering into overdrive as you pulled the key from the ignition and straightened your dress as you climbed out of the Bronco.Â
You rushed through the throngs of people as quickly as you could, looking for the correct baggage claim number. When you located it, you spun around looking for him, but you heard his voice before you saw him.
"Gorgeous!"
So many people were looking at your boyfriend with his booming voice and khaki uniform, but he was staring right at you with a bright smile on his face. You were off and running for his arms, and he scooped you up against him, feet lifting from the floor.
"Bradley," you moaned, and his lips crashed against yours. His heart was thudding against your chest as you tasted his mouth and grabbed at his hair. Everything about him was so familiar, and it seemed like it had been forever since you got to touch him.Â
His mustache was rough against your lips and then your cheek and ear. His voice was deep and sweet as his lips skimmed your earlobe when he whispered, "I love you."
Then his lips found yours again as you clung to him. This is what you'd missed so much. Just simply knowing he adored you by the way he kissed you. Any doubts you had while he was gone started to ease away. Big hands held you in place as you broke the kiss to say, "I missed you," voice coming out like a sob.
His brown eyes were soft as he smiled at you. "I couldn't go another minute without you, Gorgeous. I was miserable."
"Me, too," you whispered, kissing him once more as your feet touched the ground again. But you still felt lighter than air as his adoring gaze stayed fixed on your face when you said, "That box of notes you sent me was so romantic, Bradley, but nothing compares to the real thing."Â
You dragged your thumb along his scars, body still pressed against his. He grunted as his hand slid down your back to your butt. "Let's go home. So I can give you the real thing." Your cheeks were blazing with heat as you buried your face against his chest. "I wrote you so many notes, Baby. They're in my duffle, just waiting for you to read them, but you'll notice a theme. I missed you like crazy. And all I want to do for the foreseeable future is eat food that doesn't suck, sleep in my own bed, and fuck my girlfriend."
"Bradley," you laughed, letting him walk you backwards so he could pick up his duffle bag. You had one hand around his neck and one on his firm abs as you whispered, "Let's go home."
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It was indescribable how much better Bradley felt as soon as he saw you inside the airport. And now he couldn't stop touching you. Your voice eased the tension out of his body like nothing else could, and your skin was silky soft beneath his fingers. He had one hand on the wheel of his Bronco and one tucked up inside your dress, resting on your thigh while he drove.Â
It was Valentine's Day, and he showed up empty handed which just felt wrong. He would try to make it up to you all week and all month. He'd make it up to you in the form of an engagement ring. How could he not? The deployment without communication was the most miserable he'd been since his mom died. Probably because he hadn't felt so loved since then.
"I reached for my phone so many times to call you before I remembered I couldn't," you said softly, running your fingers up his forearm and back down. "It broke my heart a little bit each time."
"God, Gorgeous," he moaned, squeezing your thigh as he drove into the sunset toward Coronado. He had an actual partner who was invested in him, and he wasn't about to give this up. "It killed me to go so long without hearing your voice. Keep talking. Please."
Your laughter filled the space as he sped up a little bit. "I have all of the letters from the box stacked up in the kitchen. I read them over and over again. And I moved all of my things into your house."
"Our house."
"Our house," you repeated, and he fell in love with the words even more. "I was too afraid to unpack all of it in case you told me Norfolk was going to be your permanent station, but maybe you can help me with that this week while I feed you everything in the refrigerator. Oh, and I made a reservation for Salvatore's for later tonight, but we can cancel it since you're probably exhausted."
Bradley parked in the driveway, yanking the keys from the ignition while you unbuckled your seatbelt. He took your chin in his hand, and you came willingly across the seat so he was kissing you again, rougher this time than in the airport.Â
"Are you telling me there's a chance I get to fuck you and then eat ravioli?"
You whimpered as you crawled onto his lap, that little dress leaving nothing to the imagination as it bunched up to your hips. "If that's what you want," you whispered, looking like everything he would ever need.Â
His cock throbbed as your body rubbed against his. "That's what I want," he grunted as you sucked on his neck. "I want you to be my Valentine. I want to show you how much I missed you. Then I want us to go out to dinner."
He opened the door and carried you toward the house, not stopping until he had you in the bedroom, fading rays of sunlight filling the space. Bradley watched you pull your dress over your head, revealing that little black bra and panty set you wore for him at Christmas. You kicked off your shoes, and he got to watch you crawl across the bed before yanking off his own boots and following you.
"Bradley," you giggled once he had you on your back, pinned beneath him.
"Say it again. I need to hear you say it again."
You guided your legs apart, letting him rest against your core as his lips skimmed along your jaw. Your voice was soft and perfect as you said his name. "Bradley. Show me how much you missed me."
He could feel your hands on his belt, the buckle clinking softly as you slid it open. You got his zipper open as he continued to run his lips along your soft skin, pausing to lick and taste you, making you moan for him. Your hand was too small to wrap around his cock, but you tugged him free from his underwear and gave him a squeeze that left him seeing stars.
"Baby," he whined, bucking against your palm as you slid your lace thong to the side and treated him to your welcoming pussy.
"It feels like you missed me a lot," you gasped, eyes going wide as he pushed himself into your perfect body.
He could only groan in response until he was fully seated, forehead resting on your shoulder. "It felt like hell being away from you. Can't live without my Gorgeous pen pal."
Bradley eased his hips back, listening to you whimper before he pushed himself deep again. His neck and shoulders were sore, and his bruises were tender beneath your eager fingers, but he didn't stop you from touching him everywhere. He needed you to. He'd been craving all of this for almost two months. You welcomed him back home with your kisses, fingers in his hair as he fell even more in love with the way you loved him. You whispered his name as he fucked you until you were shaking, and you let him fill you with his cum.Â
"Gorgeous," was all he could mutter as he was sprawled halfway on top of you, still buried deep as your pussy pulsed gently around him.Â
Your fingers trailed through his hair and down his neck as you whispered, "Let's take a shower together." He would have followed you anywhere you wanted to go, but a hot shower with your hands all over him sounded so good, he pulled himself free from your body and started to finally undress.
As his uniform shirt fell to the floor, you sat up in bed. When his undershirt was discarded as well, you gasped.
"What's the matter?" he asked as you got to your feet and ran your hand along his shoulder.
"You're bruised!"
"I'm fine," he muttered quickly, but you were already inspecting every inch of him.
"What happened?" you asked, voice sharp. "And why didn't you tell me about this right away? Before I started grabbing you."
He took your hands in his and kissed your fingertips. "I really am fine, Gorgeous. A doctor checked me out this morning. I just had a rough landing a few days ago."
"Why didn't you say something?"
Your words sounded sharp, but they felt so soft when he let his mind absorb them. "Because the only thing that's going to make me feel better is your body all over mine and your voice saying my name."
You bit your lip and very gingerly draped your arms around his neck. "Oh, Bradley. I'm going to spoil you for the rest of the week."
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Bradley yawned when he kept you tucked against his bruised chest in the shower, but he was resolute in saying he wanted to go out for dinner.
"We don't have to," you reassured him, placing kiss after soft kiss to his collar bones as you washed his hair for him. "You've been through so much."
"I want to eat real food with my beautiful girlfriend on Valentine's Day," he insisted. "And I promise you, this is the best I've felt since Christmas. Because I'm with you. Besides, you should have seen the shit they served for meals on that aircraft carrier. It was criminal, Baby." His musings were punctuated by his loudly growling stomach as he ran his hand up and down your back.
Truthfully, he did look a little thinner to you, which was awful considering how much he was used to eating. You just wanted to take care of him right now, and he clearly needed a solid meal and some sleep. So you helped him dry off and led him back to the bedroom with his hand wrapped around yours.
"Since you promised to spoil me... will you put that black dress back on again?" he whispered next to your ear, making you shiver.
"I could do that for you." Bradley picked it up off the floor with a smile, and you took it from him as you said, "But you made a mess of my underwear, so I'll have to skip it."
He made a deep sound at the back of his throat that had you excited to go to Salvatore's all over again. You helped him dress in a button down shirt and some black pants, careful about how you touched his bruises, and then the two of you were off. On the drive to the restaurant, his hand seemed to be glued to your thigh once again, but you didn't mind. It felt like you'd gone a year without him, and this was just your reward, getting to listen to him tell you all about how Admiral Simpson showed up in Norfolk and about how lonely he was on the carrier.
"I'm not doing that again," he murmured, parallel parking with one hand. He smiled at you as he checked his blind spot. "I'll just retire from the Navy before I spend that amount of time without my pen pals ever again."
You kissed him as he shifted into park. "You might have a career as a smut writer. I read that one note you left for me, and it was hot."
"Oh yeah?" he crooned, dark eyes sparking with mischief as his hand tightened on your leg. "You liked that one?"
Instead of a verbal response, you just guided his hand up a few inches further until his fingers grazed your bare pussy, and then you climbed out onto the sidewalk like it was nothing. Bradley was right behind you in an instant as you strolled inside Salvatore's as if you hadn't a care in the world, meanwhile your heart was pounding at the way his hand wrapped around you as the host greeted you both.
"Please enjoy the lounge for a few minutes, and I'll find you when your table is ready," he said smoothly while Bradley kissed the side of your neck with his body pressed against yours like the two of you were all alone.
"Let's go," you whispered, voice shaking a bit as you wiggled out of his grasp and headed for the bar. But the room was crowded, and he ended up right where he had been a second ago, leaving you a little dizzy as his hand settled low on your belly.
"You're gonna tease me for the rest of the night then?" he asked, broad chest rumbling against your shoulders and the top of your back.
"Maybe," you replied, trying to play coy even though you wanted nothing more than to feel him touching you just how he was right now.
He kissed the spot behind your ear, and your whole body clenched with need as he asked, "Let's get that expensive as hell wine again." Before you could stop him, he was signaling for the bartender and asking for the bottle by name. "It's my girlfriend's favorite," he said with a chuckle as he magically procured his credit card and handed it over.
You and he drank half the bottle right there in the lounge before the table was ready, and then you finished it in the dining room. It was Valentine's Day, sure, but this restaurant already held memories for you, and this was just adding to it. It was the same wine as last time, but you'd fallen even more in love with this man since then. Your feet were tangled with his under the table while you shared several pasta dishes, and you were so happy he was no longer self conscious about how much he ate around you. He touched you freely, reaching for your hand or letting his palm rest on your leg, and he kissed you sporadically as the meal progressed, knowing you wanted him to.
"I love you so much," you blurted out in the middle of telling him a story about how your class got locked out of the school after a fire drill. "And I'm happy you're home. And I don't want to ever do that again."
Bradley finished chewing his pasta before saying, "Well now you're just teasing me in a different way."
"I am?"
He nodded and set down his fork, signaling for the waiter. Bradley asked for the check and some containers to take the rest of the food home. Then he looked at you and asked, "How do you turn me on and make my heart melt at the same time, Gorgeous?"
The butterflies were back again. "You do it to me, too." You watched him pay the check like it was nothing, and he handed you the takeout containers. "Did you eat enough?" you asked as he led you toward the door and back to the Bronco with one hand resting on your hip and your body tucked against his.
"I can eat more later if I need to. Thank you for making the dinner reservation. It was perfect. But right now, I just want to be alone with you."
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"Oh, god," Bradley groaned, getting to feel your body gripping him for the second time tonight. It was so late now, but he was full of wine and red sauce and still riding high on the excitement of being back home with you. He felt so loved up and emotional as he held you in front of him in bed and thrust slowly in and out of your pussy as you moaned. He missed being your big spoon.
"I can't wait until you read all the notes I wrote for you, Baby," he whispered, lips brushing the side of your neck as his fingers dug into your flesh.Â
"I'll take some of them to work tomorrow," you gasped. Bradley didn't even feel bad for keeping you up past your bedtime as he nipped along your skin and fucked you slowly, just like he promised he would in that dirty note he put in the box. He was savoring you now; he planned on having you a dozen times just like this, all week long.
He slid his hand down to your clit and licked your ear. "I'll pack your lunch and drive you to work and get you coffee every day this week. I'm using vacation time to take care of some things." He wasn't about to tell you what those things were. But you were coming undone at his touch, so there was a chance he could tell you anything at the moment, and you wouldn't even remember. "You gonna cum for me?" he crooned, a smile curling along his lips as you arched your back and whined. "Good girl."
It didn't take long before he was following your lead, and after that it wasn't long before he was falling asleep with his body wrapped around yours, right where he belonged. "I love you."
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I need them to be cuddly and snuggly and together forever. We've got a few more chapters left of these lovebirds. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls
PART 25
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MASH BURNEDEAD, FINN AMES, LANCE CROWN, DOT BARRETT, RAYNE AMES, ABEL WALKER, ABYSS RAZOR, WIRTH MADL, CARPACCIO LUO-YANG, ORTER MADL (SEPARATE) ⣠GENDER-NEUTRAL READER
synopsis. his reaction to you asking him, âwhat if i suddenly disappeared one day?â
author's note. reader's relationship with the boys is up to your interpretation! but reader is implied to be orter's betrothed here c;
as a blank look crosses his face, MASH almost drops the cream puff he was eating upon registering your question. he stops for a moment to think what exactly made you ask him that, but when he can't come up with any reason he decides to ask you a question of his own. "did something happen?"
when you don't answer him, he clenches a fist beside his head. someone must be threatening you - why else would you ask him that out of nowhere? "tell me his name. i'll punch the stuffing out of him so he doesn't bother you again."
mash is puzzled when you wave your hands around frantically, claiming that nobody is bothering you. "i was just curious!" you exclaim, "don't think about it too deeply. i just wanna know how you'd feel and what you'd do if it happens."
he hums thoughtfully as he continues eating his cream puff. the thought of you suddenly disappearing makes his chest feel heavy. losing you is like losing his pops - but ten times worse. he visibly deflates and stops eating, which worries you. when you place a hand on his shoulder, mash grabs that same hand and pulls you towards him.
"if you suddenly disappeared one day... i'll be sad. but i'll find you," he says, cupping your cheek which grows warm under his touch, "and i'll keep trying until i do."
FINN would stare at you like you've just told the entire world his deepest and darkest secret. a few seconds pass, and the freckled first-year then clings to your sleeve as if he's a child about to be left behind by his mother. "wh-what? why would you ask that? where would you go? why would you go? is... is everything okay...?"
you could tell that he's becoming more anxious with every second that ticks by from the way he's clenching his fists against your robe. you reassure him that everything is okay and he relaxes a little, but he's still bothered by your question.
"then why are you asking me...?" he asks, trailing off. he's starting to think that you're actually hiding something from him and becomes jittery again. he grips your arm tightly, afraid that you'll disappear into thin air if he doesn't, and you wince; you swear that he's cutting off the blood circulation in your arm.
when you tell him that you're only asking for fun, that does little to ease his nerves. "but i can't get it out of my head! i'm scared- i don't want you to disappear without a trace!"
for the next few days, finn would become extra clingy and glue himself to your side whenever he can. lance and dot would cast judging looks his way, but he couldn't care less. as long as he's with you, there's no way you'd suddenly disappear, right?
LANCE rolls his eyes at your question. "like that'll ever happen. you don't even know how to cast the transportation spell properly." despite his words, he's a bit concerned that something might be happening to you behind his back or you're sick, and you're not telling him about it.
"oh come on, you know that's not what i meant!" you exclaim, "just answer my question!" he lets out a quiet sigh. folding his arms over his chest, he stares straight ahead and thinks about what he'd do if you were suddenly gone from the academy one day.
"there's not much to do except to ask your friends and teachers where you went. if they don't know, then i'll search for you myself." there's a pause, and you tilt your head curiously as he looks down, his bangs casting a shadow over his eyes. "i'll keep looking until i find you." after that, lance doesn't talk to you for the rest of the day.
the following morning, your friends tell you that lance was borderline interrogating them about your private life last night, making you internally question his intentions. you can feel someone's gaze on your back as you go about your day, making you scared of the prospect of someone stalking you.
you also notice that lance has been overly attentive towards your activities over the course of the week, asking questions such as, "where's your next class? which friend are you going to sit with? what class do you have after that?"
DOT doesn't think much about it at first and just laughs. "disappear? where are you even planning to go?" with a beam, he slings an arm over your shoulder. "don't think of going anywhere without me! wherever you go, i'll follow!"
you laugh along, unable to continue the conversation with how much of a cheery fellow he is.
later on, dot's mind would drift back to your question. he knits his eyebrows together, wondering why you would even ask him that. is someone bullying you? or maybe... he stands up abruptly and slams his hands on his desk, disrupting the class as he shouts, "I OFFENDED THEM WITHOUT KNOWING?!"
even when he's told to stand outside of the classroom until the class ends as punishment, he couldn't stop thinking about it. he's itching to barge into your classroom to ask you, but holds himself back from getting into further trouble.
during one of your breaks, dot would pull you aside and hold your shoulders firmly as he stares into your wide eyes. "look, i'm sorry for whatever i did. i'll apologise a thousand times if i have to," he says, and after a brief pause he adds, "just don't go anywhere i can't follow."
RAYNE is immediately alarmed by your question, and he turns to face you with his usual frown deepening. he then grabs your arm to prevent you from leaving and asks, "what do you mean? spit it out. what happened?"
he won't let you go until you tell him everything. he doesn't even bother hiding the fact that he's worried, and the worst case scenario keeps surfacing in his mind. this is why he didn't want people knowing that you're close to him; you might be used against him, or even worse, hurt because of him.
"please, (y/n). tell me if something's wrong," he implores. he can't bear the thought you disappearing right before his eyes, and he really thinks that your life is in danger. even when you say that you're asking the question in a general sense, he's not about to take any chances.
rayne would ask max to look after you in his place and to keep tabs on your activities, as well as the people you'd frequently interact with. max thinks that he's overthinking but does it all anyway because he understands rayne's concern for your safety and well-being.
rayne would also make an effort to spend more time with you outside of classes so that he can guard you himself. you'll have to give him plenty of reassurance to convince him that nobody is out to get you.
ABEL drops his doll; that's how shocked he feels when you asked him that haunting question. why would you ask him that, knowing that he had lost his mother when he was a child? do you want to torture him by disappearing without a single trace of your existence?
you immediately regret asking him that and try to apologise. before any words could leave your mouth, abel pulls you into a tight hug with one arm wrapped around your waist and the other around your shoulders. his gesture catches you off-guard, rendering you speechless.
"please don't," he whispers, "i feel the safest with you. if anyone or anything tries to take you from my side, i swear i'll take you back." without you, abel would truly be a lost child searching endlessly for the warmth that had left him.
the following day, you'd find abel and abyss as your scary dog privilege on campus.
"... are you actually scared of me?" ABYSS gives you a melancholy smile as he asks you a question of his own. he had always dreaded the day that you would admit your fear of him because of his evil eye; although he knew that you would never leave him simply because of that, he still can't help but be scared of the slightest possibility that you might.
he slowly reaches for your face and gingerly cups your cheek, as if he's scared that you might reject him and pull away from his touch. he lets out the bated breath he didn't know he had been holding when you don't, and caresses the soft skin with his thumb.
"i know it's selfish of me to say this... but please don't leave me. you're all that i have, and life is only worth fighting for when you're there," he admits. abyss had a rough past where he was unloved even by his own parents, so when you approached him with a smile that shines like the light of dawn, he found himself unable to let go of your outstretched hand.
however, if the situation ever calls for it, he's willing to learn to let go. "if there ever comes a time when you're no longer by my side... then i'll accept it. but if anyone tries to take you against your will..." there's a pause as his left eye glints. "then i'll make sure that they're the ones who disappear."
WIRTH lets out a loud laugh before leaning towards your face with a smirk. "And who would dare to take you away from me?" he'll gladly challenge anyone who attempts to do so, and he's confident that he'll win. "you've always been bad at hide and seek too, so how would you even hide from me?"
"just answer the damn question," you say with a huff, "it's not that deep. it's only a 'what if'." propping his chin on the palm of his hand, he mulls over what you had asked. if you disappeared because someone took you away...
"well, i'll simply find you and make the perpetrator suffer," he replies, "by the time i notice your disappearance, you wouldn't have gone far anyway." then, there's a long, awkward pause as wirth averts his gaze, like he wants to say something else but is reluctant to.
after a moment, he adds in a more serious tone, "if you need any protection, don't hesitate to find me. i promise i'll keep you safe." you can't help but feel a bit shy hearing those words come from him.
CARPACCIO is eerily silent. he doesn't even look at you. he could only try to think of what his life would be like in your absence⌠and decides that he doesn't want to consider the possibility.
"disappear where?" he asks as he finally meets your nervous gaze, "would you disappear unwillingly? or of your own accord?" cupping his chin, he thinks about your question more thoroughly and tries to apply it in the different situations he could come up with.
"if you were taken against your will, then the most logical thing to do is rescue you," he answers, spinning his knife around his fingers, "and of course, i'll make sure that whoever kidnapped you will be in so much pain that they wish they're dead." a slight shiver went down your spine; you could actually see carpaccio doing that.
"but if you left on your own, then..." carpaccio trails off for a moment, unsure of how to vocalise his thoughts. "... i'd still find you, i guess. and try to figure out why you left."
carpaccio knows that the question you asked is merely hypothetical... but he can't stop himself from thinking that he may have done something to make you consider disappearing from his life. he'd try to figure out what instigated those thoughts of yours before finally asking you.
"i have ways of looking for missing people. just finding you would be child's play," ORTER answers, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "is that all you'd like to discuss with me? please stop wasting my time with your nonsensical questions. if you're that unhappy with our engagement, take it up with my father."
he doesn't want to admit it, but he's actually thinking about your question far too much to the point that it's affecting his daily life. he gets visibly agitated whenever he's not in your presence, which doesn't go unnoticed by kaldo, who proceeds to tease him. "what got you so nervous, hm? worried that your future spouse won't be happy with you once you're married?"
if renatus happens to be passing by, he'd join in by saying, "he brought it upon himself. who asked him to be an ass fiance? i wouldn't be surprised if they plan on disappearing from his sight."
renatus' words would get orter thinking. after pondering your question more, he'd come to the conclusion that you feel neglected and are planning to leave him soon. the mere thought makes his chest feel painfully tight, and he'd drop whatever he's doing to search for you.
the longer he takes to find you, the more anxious he feels inside. the moment he sees you, he'd grab your shoulder and roughly turn you around to confirm that it's really you. you're surprised to see the dread on his countenance, which gradually dissipates once he's sure that he has found you.
there's a flash of guilt in his eyes, and as he gently takes your hand in his, he quietly says, "i'm sorry. please... don't ever leave my side."
(you can read kaldo's part here)
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Day 11. Monster-kinktober: Razor sharp smile + Sex Toys/Dirty talk
A/N: This is for the anon asking for more orcs, and also because Orctober deserved at least one story. Enjoy!
Orc x fem!reader || sex toys, dirty talk, semi-public sex, exhibitionism (kinda), teasing
Dating the boss was probably not the best idea you ever had, but he asked and you had the biggest crush on him, so you said yes. And it was phenomenal. It was wonderful. It was the best relationship (and best sex) you had in your life.
And from that point on, it only got better.
You played and joked, you were (almost) always professional during work hours, but when the day ended, he liked to bend you over his desk and fuck you until you were screaming his name and making a mess out of your panties. He loved to take them off and make you walk home without them on. He loved even more to grab your ass in the middle of the grocery store and whisper filthy things against your ear.
Like how he would lick his cum out of your leaking pussy as soon as you got home. How he would finger your tight pussy until you were creaming his hand and fainting from pleasure. How he would fuck you so hard you would twitch every time you sat the next day⌠Before him, you didnât know you had a dirty talk kink, but good goddess if it didnât make your pussy wet and your clit tingly every time he opened his mouth.
But he was also infuriating. He sent you texts and whispered things in the most inopportune moments, making you all hot and bothered when you couldnât do anything about it, leaving you blue balled and needy as he walked away laughing. So you planned your revenge.
You asked your witch friend to enchant one of your dildos, it would be connected to his dick and he will feel everything you did to that dildo in his own flesh. It was marvelous. You touched it lightly, one day, just to see if it worked, jerking it a total of three strokes before you heard him groaning in the next room and he came running to fuck you. You had enough time to hide it before he was throwing you over his shoulder and taking you to bed.
And thatâs how it all started.
You are sitting across from him in the meeting when you reach inside your purse and take out the dildo. You are on the far side of the table so thereâs no way nobody can see. You start slow, stroking the base until he has to cough to cover up a moan. He looks down alarmed, but he keeps talking as if nothing is happening under the table. You have to bite your lip to stop from smirking.
But you keep going, stroking him a bit more until he twitches uncomfortably, and then you start the real torture. You rub over the tip over and over, taking special attention to the sensitive point under the head that always drives him completely crazy. He covers his mouth with his big green hand as someone else starts talking. You stare at him, your face probably blushed and your panties getting wet. Itâs exhilarating to be teasing him so publicly, so shamelessly as thereâs people around you that donât know whatâs happening.
His eyes meet yours and you blush harder, biting your lip and moving your wrist in the way that drives him completely insane. He frowns at you, his hand still covering his mouth as he twitches in his seat again. You have to control the giggle that wants to leave your mouth. His frown deepens, and you decide to get to the last part of your plan.
You wore your special skirt this morning, the one that he always compliments your ass on, and slowly part your legs, the dildo still in your hand. You use the tip to move your panties to the side, and he uncovers his mouth enough to mouth âdonâtâ at you. You smile big and happy, and press further, his tip inside of you as you start doing kegels around the dildo.
He blushes deep green and slams his hand over the table. âThe meeting is dismissed. Leave,â he growls, startling everyone around the table, including you.
All of your colleagues rapidly grab their stuff and get out, you donât move from your position, his eyes pinning you to the chair, the tip of the dildo still inside your pussy. You wait until the last of them is out of the door to groan, pushing him a bit deeper just to see his reaction. He grunts, getting up, looking intently at you as he plants his hands over the table and breathes hard. Heâs looking down as you do it again, fucking just the tip inside your dripping pussy.
He groans low and deep, and then he looks up. You see his razor sharp smile, framed by his tusks, cruel and mad as he sets his eyes on you. You shiver in anticipation, debating if you should run or just stand there still until he gets to you. But he does none of that. He stands still across the table and stares at you.
You know you are teasing your luck when you lower your hand and start fucking him a bit deeper, a bit faster. You are so worked up it would only take a flick to your clit to make you explode, but you donât do that, just working the dildo in and out of you, not too deep, an agonizing torture for him. You can see the outline of his dick clearly, a wet patch forming at the tip, you lick your lips wanting to taste him more than anything.
And then he promptly talks. âYou thought you could trick me, human? You thought itâs funny to tease me like that for everyone to see?â Thereâs an edge of danger in his voice that drives your heartbeat into a frenzy. âYou thought you could play with me while I was working and you wonât be reprimanded after? Tsk, tsk, tsk⌠Silly human.â
He walks to you slowly, his steps measured as you shiver with a spike of fear. He looks feral and you have to bite your lip not to moan loudly. He grabs your hair, without any force, pushing your head back so you are staring up at him. His skin glistens under the fluorescent lights, giving him a tint of neon green that looks so pretty you melt inside.
âYou are a little shit, you know that, right?â You nod, his hand tightening on your hair. âHow long did you have that dildo?â He asks then, a smirk on his face.
âA- a couple weeks,â you confess.
âYouâve been waiting to use it, havenât you? Your needy pussy is always so ready to be fucked, and you were shameless enough to fuck your tight hole in front of everyone,â he teases. Heâs not mad, his voice dropping an octave and making you shiver. He definitely liked it more than he admits.
âNobody knew,â you retorted.
âI knew. You were fucking yourself in the middle of a meeting, you are a little slut, arenât you? Donât answer, we both know you are.â You blush hard, your pussy twitching at his words. He groans when he feels it, the dildo still halfway inside of you. âLetâs see what we can do here⌠You are going to get up and bend over the table, you better not drop the dildo,â he warns and keeps talking, âthen Iâm going to watch you fuck yourself with it until you come around it. And if I deem you did a good enough job, I might fuck your hole after, filling you so much you will have to walk here with your knees pressed together to avoid everyone knowing you got stuffed with orc come for being a little shit. Are we clear?â You nod fervently, your breath labored.
He releases your hair, and you rush to do what he ordered, getting up with your legs pressed together to avoid the dildo falling out of you as you rest your chest against the table. You donât have time to push the skirt up before heâs doing it for you, ripping your panties off in one clean movement as he groans when he sees your stretched hole around the dildo.
âLook at that, so wet and needy, you have the prettiest pussy Iâve ever seen,â he compliments. âYour pretty holes twitch so beautifully around cock, I wonât never have enough of it.â It feels like heâs not even talking to you, but just stating facts out loud, and that makes you even hotter.
You reach around your body and start pushing the dildo in and out. Itâs a weird angle and you canât fuck yourself as you want, but he sits down on your empty chair and stares at your hand so intently that you are on edge in less than minutes.
âI love when you play with yourself, your body is a work of art, and your pussy is made to be fucked. All mine to fuck as much as I want, and still wonât never be enough because you are a slutty girl, arenât you?â You moan loudly, moving your wrist slightly to get a better angle. It works, and the dildo hits your G-spot beautifully, you whisper his name brokenly. âThatâs it darling, make yourself come for me, let me see how good you are,â he urges, your pussy twitching around the dildo with his words.
You move faster, hitting your G-spot over and over. You try to reach down to touch your clit, but he growls and stops your hand. You fuck yourself harder, trying to get there, but itâs not enough. âPlease, please, let me touch my clitâŚ,â you beg. He chuckles, and you feel his thumb circling the little ball of nerves, making you shout and come instantly.
âJust like that, let it all out, darling. Such a good human for me, such a needy pussyâŚâ He whispers filthy words as you come down from your high, his thumb never leaving your clit as he milks the orgasm out of you.
âWas I- was I good? Are you going to fuck me now?â You ask in a whisper, looking at him over your shoulder.
âOf course I will, darling⌠Later,â he deadpans.
âWhat?!â You exclaim, trying to turn around but unable to when he lands a hand on your lower back, pinning you to the table.
âYou played with me, and now Iâm going to play with you. Iâm going to push this dildo all the way inside of you,â he says as he does just that, âand Iâm going to leave it there as I finish my work next to you. And you are going to wait there, stuffed, until Iâm ready to fuck you.â
âBut, butâŚâ You try to argue, your brain too confused after such a great orgasm.
âBut nothing, you should have known better than to play with an orc, silly human,â he chuckles as he puts his laptop over your ass, using you as a table as you try to move and earn yourself a light slap on your ass cheek. âNow be good and stay still until I finish this document,â he orders.
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ANNA. GIRL. I HAVE THE BEST IDEA EVER.
ok, so I was just listening to one of the girls by the Weeknd and I need the filthiest, most pantie soaking, mouth watering, sheet gripping smut about chris based off that song. only if you want though LMAO. also probably really unpopular opinion but chris is most DEFINITELY the dominant one during sex. anyway love you pretty girl!!
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fwb! chris sturniolo x reader
warnings: smuttttt, semi-public sex, roughhhh sex, choking, slapping, spitting, degradation, dumbification, p in v, cream pie, unprotected sex, squirting, fingering, overstimulation, humiliation, recording, cursing
a/n: have your holy water on standby yâall
lock me up and throw away the key
he knows how to get the best of me
chris and iâs friendship was anything but normal. to some, it may even be perceived as toxic.
but me? i loved it.
i trusted him enough to do whatever he wanted to me, no matter how extreme.
tell nobody i control you
i broke you just to own you
they canât tell that i love you
âcause youâre loyal, baby
he was possessive, but it was hot. we werenât actually together, but by the way he acted when other guys approached me, you would think we were.
he didnât want to see me with anyone other than him, and i felt the exact same.
nobody else made me feel the way he did, anyway.
nobody else understood how to test my limits without going overboard.
i love when youâre submissive
love it when i break skin
you feel pain without flinching
i allow him to do whatever he wants to, and in return he he gives me a perfect mix of pleasure and pain.
he constantly pushes me to my limits, itâs almost gratifying to know that i can handle more than i think.
though my masochistic ways can be alarming to some, chris understands. he never judges or questions the things that bring me pleasure.
all it takes is a simple, âi need a distractionâ and he has me pushed up against the door, his hand wrapped around my neck.
his fingers wrap around my throat, constricting my airway enough to stop my breathing.
he waits until i look like iâm about to pass out to loosen his grip.
we donât gotta be in love, no
i donât gotta be the one, no
i just wanna be one of your girls tonight
it doesnât matter who he fucked yesterday, or who heâs seeing tomorrow. all that matters is right now.
and right now, weâre at a party, where he has me bent over a chair on the hostâs back porch.
âyou forget who the fuck you belong to? letting him undress you with his eyes like that?â he struck my ass with the palm of his hand over and over, making me cry out.
âhow do you think heâd feel knowing that iâm fucking you on his porch?â he asked as he thrusted into me roughly, pushing my hips into the wooden chair harshly with every movement.
i moaned uncontrollably, gripping onto the chair for dear life as he pounded into me.
deciding to play with him, i looked back at him and spoke, âbet he could fuck me better than you ever willâ
we both knew it wasnât true, but chris stopped his movements immediately, making me whine out.
âthink we should go find him? let him watch me fuck your brains out?â he asked as he pulled me to stand up.
âno, chris! please, just-â he cut me off by smacking my ass.
suddenly, he spotted a camera that was aimed at a short table in the middle of the porch.
âhmm, looks like he keeps his home secure, baby. you think he gets alerts when thereâs movement on his porch?â chris raised his eyebrows at me, pushing me to the table that the camera was aimed at.
âheâs gonna watch this back and see you get fucked like the dirty little cockwhore you are" he rasped into my ear as he placed me onto the low table on my hands and knees.
he held my arms behind my back as he began to fuck me from behind again.
a cool breeze filled the air, making my nipples hard and sending a shiver down my spine.
he gripped my jaw harshly, turning my face to look at him, âopenâ he spoke.
when i opened my mouth, he gathered his saliva in his mouth before spitting into mine.
i immediately swallowed, making him slap my cheek lightly.
ânow look at the cameraâ he said as he gripped my jaw, angling it so i was looking straight into the camera.
he pushed my body down, holding my shoulder down as his cock continued to stretch out my tight walls.
âyou better make a fucking mess all over this table, make sure he knows how good i made you feelâ his mouth found its way to my neck, biting at the skin roughly.
âf-fuck, chrisâ i moaned as his fingers brushed my hard nipples, before squeezing them firmly.
he suddenly grabbed my throat with his hand, pulling me closer to him.
my eyes rolled into the back of my head at the feeling of his hand squeezing around my throat.
he circled my clit with his free hand, and my head fell back onto his shoulder in response.
âsuch a fucking slut, you love being fucked out here in the open, huh?â
âgood, good, so fucking good, holy shitâ all i could do was chant those words, not being able to concentrate on chrisâs words.
âlook at you, going dumb for my cockâ he spoke as he continued to fuck his hips into mine.
i mumbled a string of incoherent curses in response, grabbing his bicep as i felt my orgasm approaching.
âyou gonna cum?â he asked as he felt me clench around him.
âyes, yes, yes, yesâ i chanted as my eyes rolled back and i released on his cock.
âfuck, gonna fill this pretty pussy upâ he groaned before he did exactly that, shooting his seed deep inside of my walls.
he pulled out, quickly replacing his dick with two fingers.
âchris!â i moaned in surprise as he fucked his fingers into me.
âwanna see you squirt all over this fucking tableâ he growled into my ear.
his fingers moved so quickly inside of me, i could barely keep up.
i reached down to move his hand, but he wasnât having it.
he pushed me forward, pressing my face into the table.
âit feel good? you like being fingered out here where anyone could see?â he asked as he added another finger.
âyes, yes, oh my godâ i cried out as i felt another orgasm coming.
âyeah? then fucking take itâ he said.
âchris! iâm cumming!â i yelled as my body shook violently on the table.
âoh my godâ i yelled as my juices shot out of me.
âi know you have more, ma. give it to meâ
he continued to move his fingers inside of me, watching as the liquid continued to pour out of me, making me scream.
âfuckâ i breathed out when his fingers stopped , allowing me to catch my breath.
chris helped me off of the table, helping me to fix my dress so i was covered again before fixing himself up.
he left for a second, coming back with paper towels to clean up our mess.
âhey, you good to get home by yourself? i got something to doâ he said, looking down at his phone.
more like someone to do.
âyeah, go. have funâ
with that, he kissed my cheek and left.
we donât gotta be in love, no
i donât gotta be the one, no
i just wanna be one of your girls tonight
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innocent - coriolanus snow
you never wouldâve thought youâd end the night with a peacekeeper in your bedâŚ
cw: 18+//loss of virginity//piv sex//handjobs//fingering
an: this gif is him above me đ¤đ¤
perhaps it had been a bad idea to wear such a short skirt to the hob that evening. youâd caught the eye of many men as you swayed to the tunes of the covey; cheap moonshine in hand. you noticed one in particularâthe one with those piercing blue eyes and platinum blonde buzzcutâwas watching you intently.
you couldnât help but blush, cheeks dancing with the warmth of being seen, chest filling with that sticky feeling. youâd felt it before, but the smiles of those other men had never amounted to anything more than a lingering kiss or two. your heart stirred when he came up to you, and you realised he was a peacekeeper. you knew better than to get entangled with one, or so you thought.
it was hard to resist one so charming and attractive.
'i saw you looking at me,' he remarked, drawing his arms around your waist.
you could barely meet his gaze, embarrassed by the way his cool touch sent a shiver down your spine and made your thighs tingle with want.
'shy are we, bunny?' he asked, removing one hand to cup your chin, drawing it up to meet his icy blue eyes.
you shook your head, but your eyes told the truth; fluttering about the room, trying to look anywhere but him. you wondered if anybody could see youâit would've been shameful to be caught so close with a peacekeeper. but nobody seemed to be paying you any heed, and so your pounding heart ceased its nervous palpitations.
âhow about a dance?â he laced his fingers in your hand, moving it up so it rested against his shoulder.
you were acutely aware of the other hand which rested at your waist, and you couldnât exactly say no when he had already moulded you into the perfect stance. the band began to play a slow song, and the blush stained your cheeks once again. he laughed, an almost mirthful laughâalthough, coriolanus snow was never somebody to really, truly laughânot that you knew that.
âare you going to tell me your name, officer?â you drawled, deciding that there was no harm in flirting. he was so handsome after all; and it would be rude not to talk to him.
âitâs private, actually,â he admitted bashfully, as if he was ashamed of his inferiority. but next to you, he felt powerful. you were just a district girl, and much smaller than his six foot frame. he could do anything he wanted to you.
âwell private, you ought to have a name,â you began. âand itâs awful rude to not introduce yourself to a lady.â
you were teasing him; he wondered how many men youâd used that line on, but when he looked at the way you were bright red, and how your knees buckled a little, even as you attempted to maintain your composure, he reckoned it couldnât have been many.
âitâs private snow,â he told you curtly.
you smiled; a pretty name. much different to the names here in 12, though you reckoned a peacekeeper was probably from one of the other, wealthier districts. not that you knew much about those.
âwell, private snow,â your voice had a sweet twang to it, and he found himself thinking of another girl he knew, once, with that same appalachian drawl. he had come here to find her, and yet had no luck.
but you werenât so badâno, you were even prettier, and probably didnât have a man like billy taupe clinging onto your skirts. he wondered if you had ever even kissed a man before. you had the sweetest looking lips, so plump, and a little wet with the moonshine youâd been sipping.
âhow are you liking district 12?â you continued, brows quirking up with interest.
âitâs alright. commander hoff works us to the bone but i suppose thatâs the price you pay for 20 years,â he huffed. his eyes looked a little distanceâsad, perhaps. you wondered if heâd had much choice in the matter. still, even if he hadnât, you did have to admit he would probably look good in his peacekeeper uniform.
â20 years?â your mouth stretched into a circle of surprise. âmy, thatâs terribly brave.â
his own cheeks reddened a little, though he quickly swallowed that feeling. he couldnât blush, that was pathetic. that was something his fellow peacekeeper sejanus plinth did. no, a woman like you wasnât to be caught by a blushing man. he needed to show you what it meant to be had by a peacekeeperânot the ambitious schoolboy in academy rouge that heâd left as soon as heâd set foot in 12.
âi suppose soâŚâ his voice trailed off.
âhow do you keep yourself entertained, private snow?â you asked as you swayed a little to one of the songs the covey was playing.
his mind flickered to what heâd been planning on doing to youâheâd not touched a woman in weeks, and at night he often found his body receptive to any and all thoughts. tonight, he had the chance to actually satisfy that ache that had been bottled up for weeks. he wondered if youâd feel better than that girl he did in the alleyâat least his mind was clear tonight.
âoh, dancing with pretty girls like you is one way of staving off boredom, bunny,â he pressed a kiss to your hand, watching as your lips puckered into a bashful smile.
how innocent. heâd love to ruin you. he wondered what noises youâd make with his cock buried deep inside of you. you were probably tight as anything, just begging to be filled up with his cock.
âwell, if you think iâm pretty then i suppose iâll have to thank you,â you gazed up through your thick lashes, fluttering them ever-so-slightly.
his cock stirred in his pantsâyou were so fucking tempting. the way you were just begging to be fucked. he cocked a brow, curious as to what your intentions were.
âwhat kind of thanks, bunny?â he asked, breath fanning your ear.
âwellâŚâ feeling daring, you stroked at his chest, feeling the taut muscles underneath his shirt. you noticed the dog tag dangling, and a smirk played at his lips.
âhow about a kiss?â you offered. oh, you were so innocent.
he nodded, and you felt your heart flutter. you worried heâd think you were being too forward, what, with you offering so quickly. but he was just so handsome. you wondered what his lips would feel like against yours.
perhaps you wouldnât have to wait so long to find outâŚ
you dragged him to a more secluded place, feeling a little too embarrassed about kissing him in the throng of people. he wondered, as you led him down the corridor of the hob, just how much youâd be thanking him. maybe youâd let him touch you a little, hands straying to cup your breasts, and then perhaps caress your hips. one thing would lead to another⌠and sweet virgins like you were easily persuaded.
coriolanus was swift with his kiss, leaning into you as you were pressed against the wall. you kissed back, soft at first, but when you felt his tongue pressing against your lips, you opened your mouth and surrendered.
he wrapped his hands around your waist, palming at the skin beneath your shirt. a heat crept upon your cheeks as his lips kissed yours with a hunger. pressed up against you, his cock twitched a little in his pants. he had to have you, you were practically begging for it in a skirt that short.
âyou taste so sweet, bunny,â he mused as you pulled away from him. he wondered what youâd taste like in other places, whether your cunt had the same sweetness of your mouth.
you wanted moreâyour cunt ached, an unfamiliar feeling, but nontheless you knew you needed to be satisfied.
coriolanus could see this, the way you clenched your thighs together, and how your heart thumped inside your chest. heâd felt it when heâd been flush against you.
âyou wanna thank me some more?â he inquired, blonde brow cocked.
you bit your lip, but you knew you couldnât deny the rush inside your body, the way you were growing increasingly wet between your thighs. the ache that nagged at you, yearning to be satisfied.
âmhm,â you nodded dumbly, feeling his hands grab at your thighs.
âyou live alone?â he asked, desire glinting in his eyes.
you shook your head, and a frown scampered upon his lips.
âwell, my paâs not home til late, if you wanna come overâŚâ you drew a heavy breath, nerves making your knees buckle.
his frown turned to a smile, and he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. how endearing, the way you called your father pa. you were so beneath him, and he was determined to teach you that you belonged to him, the poor little district girl whoâd been snapped up in the peacekeeperâs trap.
â
your house wasnât far from the hob. coriolanus was glad of this, his cock was straining so hard in his trousersâhe worried he wouldnât be able to control himself, and finishing without even having touched you. well, that would just be a waste; embarrassing even.
you fumbled with the keys, and he felt a smile scamper upon his lips as he watched you, so afraid, his poor little bunny, struggling to open the door. when you finally slotted the key in the lock, coriolanusâ arms were wrapped around your waist, fingers tracing lightly across your skin.
âyou know bunny, you really should be careful around strange men,â he murmured against your ear. you were acutely aware of what was pressing against your bottom.
âbut youâre not strange⌠youâre a peacekeeper,â you hummed, moving your legs over the threshold. he still clung to you, breath heavy, hands roaming.
you had to get inside before anyone saw, and god forbid, alerted your pa. there was something deliciously thrilling about having a man inside of your homeâyou wondered if it made you a whore, inviting him inside and only having known him an hour. but you knew many girls who did that, and at least you werenât taking money for it.
âmhm, but men like me⌠well, they just canât resist taking whatâs theirs,â he pinched you, watching you gasp at the stinging feeling of your delicate skin between his fingers. you looked so sweet when you squirmed.
âwell maybe i want you to take whatâs yours,â you looked up at him with wide eyes, fingers lacing against each other as you swung about.
you looked like a little lamb, so sweet and innocent. he wanted to take you between his jaw and make you bleed.
âis that so, bunny?â he asked, and you nodded dumbly.
you trailed along to your room, not desperate enough to let him have you against a wall, glancing back at him every so often and watching as his eyes followed you. you shoved the door open, and switched on the little lamp by your bedside table.
your room was bare, for the most part, but coriolanus felt it suited you, the cream bedsheets and the old floral wallpaper. it was so innocent. he wondered if youâd stain those sheets tonight as he stretched you out. heâd want to keep them, as a reminder of what heâd taken from you.
you sat down on the bed, and he followed suit, still reminded of his achingly hard cock. you couldnât keep your eyes off the bulge in his trousers; it was of a considerable size, and made you gnaw at your lip in anticipation.
âi want to help you,â you said, mouth going dry at the sight of him.
âhelp me, bunny?â he inquired. your words were a little cryptic, but he could tell that your eyes were clearly focused on his achingly hard cock.
âmhm, youâre so hard,â you murmured. although you were innocent, youâd read enough romance novels to figure out what he needed.
âyou can certainly help me,â he grabbed your hand and guided it to his clothed hard-on.
you palmed it lightly, gasping as you felt it. he watched as your mouth spread into an exclamation of delight, lips flickering a little. you were so innocent, the way you were gentle in your touches, how you sighed with amazement.
he groaned at the touch, but moved your hand away to free his cock from the restraints of his pants and boxers. your mouth hung agape as he pulled them down to his knees and you were presented with his hard cock. he was big, not that youâd really seen a cock before, but it had to be at least eight inches, and it was throbbing desperately against his stomach.
coriolanus guided your hand back, and wrapped it around the base. you could feel the blood coursing through it, and saw a little bit of precum dribbling from the tip.
âjust move your hand up and down, princess,â he cooed, and you stroked him, sweaty palms not causing as much friction as he expected.
you moved your hand to the tip, and he urged you to give it a squeeze, groaning as you did so. you felt so good, the way you were thumbing his dripping head, stroking so diligently. but he wanted more, he needed to feel you.
your thighs burned as you continued to stroke him, and you watched as he bucked his hips a little at your touch. you fastened the pace, not too quick, but just enough that his breaths grew haggard. it didnât seem so intimidating now that you were doing it, and his moans suggested you were doing a good job.
but still, your own body was aching with need, and you found yourself grinding into the bed. coriolanus saw this, the way you were practically squirming, and moved one of his own hands to grip at your thigh.
âdoes bunny want me to touch her too?â he said between breaths.
you nodded lazily, hand still pumping his cock. he was close already, the feeling of your hand too much, and the anticipation of finally burying himself deep inside of you was sending him over the edge.
coriolanusâ fingers traced lightly up your thigh, and when he reached your skirt, he pushed past the hem and slipped between the apex of your thighs. you spread them, and gasped as you felt his fingers brush against the wet patch of your panties.
âoh bunny, youâre so wet,â he sighed, his cock throbbing. he was so closeâŚ
you mewled as he removed your panties, fingers gently prying them off of you and leaving them to hang at your ankles. you kicked them off, but were left sighing as he ceased his touch for a moment.
his cock twitched in your grip, and he let out a loud, rough groan, spurts of cum coming from the tip of his cock. you blushed, watching as he came onto your hand, and his stomach. heâd have to wash his uniform tonight, because it was stained with the pearly ropes.
sweat beaded at his forehead, but he didnât let the waves of his own pleasure distract from what he wanted most, which was to feel you. you spread your legs, and he sighed at the sight of your glistening cunt.
he ran one finger over your folds, and you clutched at the bedsheets, attempting to ignore how sensitive you already were. his thumb pressed against your clit, and you couldnât stifle your moan this time, a feeling of warmth shooting across your body. you wanted more, and ground into the feeling of his thumb running circles against the sensitive spot.
âso wet for me, arenât you?â he muttered, his long fingers edging further down your folds.
âfeels so⌠good,â you huffed, eyes fluttering shut with bliss. of course you were already lingering on the edge of your own pleasureâhe doubted youâd ever even touched yourself before.
he eased a finger into your hole; feeling your slick walls take it in, but only barely. you were so fucking tight, and he watched as you winced a little at the feeling. it only hurt for a second, but you were so wet that you were longing for more.
âoh please,â you gasped, feeling him arch his finger while his thumb began to vary its ministrations against your clit.
âgonna cum for me, bunny?â he cooed, moving his thumb up and down, watching as your thighs began to tremble.
the heat was unbearable now, and when he added another finger, stretching you out, you felt your whole body begin to tingle with the beginning of your release.
âmhm!â you cried out, exasperated from his touch.
you gushed around his fingers, though he continued to rub his thumb against your clit, and arch his fingers inside of you, mesmerised by the wetness coating them. your breath hitched, and you came completely undone, burning and trembling as he made you cum.
he felt his cock harden again at the sight of you coming around his fingers, and as he removed them from your hole, he decided he couldnât wait any longer.
coriolanus pushed you back into the bed, cock pressing against your thighs. your head swam with the excess of your desire, but you surrendered yourself to him, longing to feel him buried deep inside of you.
he guided just the tip towards your hole, and ran it teasingly through the soaking folds of your cunt. you mewled, and clutched at his back in an attempt to get him to push into you. deciding he was greedy, he pressed the tip into you, and you let out a shocked groan.
it hurtâhe was big, but you hadnât expected it to make you tingle so much. you bit back a few tears, and let him put the rest of the tip in. you were so tight, he couldnât believe it. if youâd felt tight around his fingers, this was a whole new sensation. you were clenching around his cock, and he had barely so much as the head of it inside you.
âtoo big,â you gasped, feeling him ease his cock further in. it stung a little, the stretch slightly unpleasant. but you wanted him so bad. âit hurts!â
âpoor bunny,â he mused, stroking your cheek. âyou gotta learn to take it, like a good girl. i know you want it, bunny.â
you did, you wanted it so bad. even though it hurt, you felt your stomach knot tightly as it did when heâd rubbed your clit. he began to buck his hips, grunting at the tightness of your cunt. your walls stretched around his big cock, taking him in as best they could, slick with want and need.
âfuck, youâre so fucking tight,â he groaned as thrust inside of you.
more tears pricked at your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks. he watched as you tried to fight off the feelings of pain, surrendering yourself to the pleasant feeling of fullness and his throbbing cock inside of you. he wanted nothing more than to pound into you, make you scream his name as he filled you up, but you were too delicate. heâd have to wait until you were ready, and you were special, anyways. a pretty doll just for him.
âoh,â you gasped as he fucked himself deeper, reaching a new angle inside of you.
the sound of your slick mingling with the slapping of his balls echoed against the walls of your room, and you clutched at his back. your desire began to brim again, edging its way up your thighs and deep into the pit of your stomach. coriolanus could hardly contain himself, you fit around him so perfectly, slick walls coating his cock as he thrust in and out.
âfuck bunny, i donât know how much more i can take,â he admitted haggardly. he attempted to control his urges, but you were just so tight. what was stopping him from coming in you right then and there?
âneed you,â you mumbled as he rutted against your hips, thrusts growing more desperate.
he moved one hand down to rub at your overstimulated clit, fingers deftly helping to unfurl the ache inside of you. you sputtered at the sensation, head spinning as he fucked you into the mattress.
he was so close, the clenching of your walls sending the blood straight to his head. he let out a final grunt, and slowed his thrusts, and felt himself come undone. he ground his cock into you, letting the thick spurts of his cum coat your walls. he came a lot, more than heâd ever done before, balls draining with what felt like every last drop.
he still continued to fuck up into you, wanting you to finish around him before he pulled out. your legs began to tremble, the feeling of his cum too much to handle, and you let out a sweet cry.
âso good,â you pressed your lips together, coming undone around his dock.
coriolanus pulled out, cock coated in a milky ring of your spend, his tip still red and angry from use. your body tingled, and you felt his cum trickling down between your legs. he couldnât believe how pretty you looked, all fucked out for him, drunk on his cock.
heâd turned such a pretty innocent thing into a stupid whore, who could barely form a sentence without sighing from the excess of her pleasure.
he wondered how long heâd have to wait to go another round, and whether or not youâd let him. but youâd been so good to him that night, doing exactly what he told you and coming for him not once, but twice.
âsuch a good girl for me, bunny,â he mused, stroking your thigh. âand so innocent.â
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Can we get some comfort from the boys please? God especially after that last post with us being so insecure that hits me like a rock. MCâs selfish for having all of them I wanna be loved too đđđ
(I love MC but jealousy is uncanny)
It doesnât help that I read an angst no comfort a while ago and I still am not over it- help đ
sure! i just wrote a double dose of angst so i hope this eases the pain. i donât know why the hell sylusâs is so long, so donât ask me.
prompt~ comfort.
content warning for brief mentions of death, periods, and detailed descriptions of blood.
𣴠𣴠𣴠𣴠𣴠𣴠𣴠𣴠𣴠𣴠𣴠𣴠𣴠𣴠𣴠𣴠𣴠𣴠𣴠𣴠đŁ´
Zayne
âPlease donât leave me,â you whispered into the cool fabric of his jacket, gripping the velvety material in your fists. You were sitting on his lap facing him, your legs swung around his hips and hugging his sides.
âI would perish at your side before leaving you,â Zayne whispered back. âNo entity in or outside this world could rip me apart from you.â
âI donât want to die alone.â
âYouâre not going to- why would you say that?â
âZayne, Iâm scared of dying alone, please donât ever leave me alone.â Your voice was panicky and you werenât making much sense.
âYouâre not going to die alone, honey. I wonât leave you alone,â he reassured you softly. âWhere did this fear come from?â
âI just⌠Iâve been alone for a long time. I donât want to feel that way again. I donât want nobody to remember me.â
âSweetheart. You arenât alone. You have family and friends who love you so much. And I love you so, so much more than I can describe. I even think about you when you get up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. How could I not remember you?â
âI donât know,â you whispered.
Zayne wrapped his arms around you, holding your head with one hand and rubbing your hair soothingly.
âYouâre the love of my life. You keep me warm on chilly days. You nourish me. Please never think otherwise.â
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Sylus
You were hunched over on the couch, curled up and gripping your knees. You were intensely nauseous, and it felt like a cat was clawing up all your insides. Your periods were notoriously brutal.
You were being extra cautious not to leak on Sylusâs leather couch, placing two towels beneath you and doubling them up. You flipped through channels on the TV miserably, pulling your fluffy blanket higher up around you.
It was all politics and sports. You shut off the TV and closed your eyes, trying to just marinate in the warmth of the blanket.
You were somewhat peaceful, until you realized the seat of your pants felt warmer than usual. Wide eyed, you scrambled up and checked the towels. The top one looked like the Japanese flag. You lifted it, and the bottom one mirrored it. Praying, you lifted the bottom towel.
The leather couch had a thick blotch of red on it, and you groaned aloud. You stood up and tossed the blanket to the side, ignoring the shooting pains in your back and stomach. Upon standing, you felt yourself leak down your leg. There was now a small red puddle on the floor that you were dripping into.
You seethed. Deciding against retrieving paper towels and potentially leaving a trail behind you, you took off your stained pajama pants and wiped the floor with them.
It wasnât very effective, as you were bent over cleaning the blood and simultaneously dripping onto the floor at the same time. You were too embarrassed to call any of Sylusâs staff, so you ended up giving up and putting your pajama pants in a heap on the floor and sitting on top of them so you wouldnât do any more damage.
You sat like that for a solid twenty minutes before Sylus came home. You heard his steps as he entered the room and turned your head, both dreading and being relieved at his arrival. His expression changed from suave to confused as he saw you on the floor sitting on your pants.
And then he saw the bloody towels and stain on the couch. âOh, shit.â
âIâm so sorry,â you started.
âThatâs a lot of blood. Are you okay?â His voice was soft and concerned.â
âYeah, itâs just my period. Arenât you mad about the couch?â
âMe? Mad about a couch? I can replace this a thousand times over. Iâm more concerned-,â he bent down next to you, â-about the amount of blood coming out of you.â
You looked at him, both weary and confused. âI told you, itâs just my period. Itâs pretty standard to bleed a lot.â
He shook his head. âNot that much. Get up.â You complied and stood up, revealing your pajamas which were soaked through by now. His scarlet eyes widened. âWhat the hell? Thatâs not normal.â
âIt is normal. It happens every month.â
He shook his head, picking up your soiled pajamas and towels in one hand and wrapping his other hand around your bloody thighs. He hoisted you up like you were weightless, ignoring your protests.
âSylus! Iâm covered in blood, stop touching me!â
âYou act as though I havenât seen bodies doused in blood.â
âThatâs different. This is blood from my literal va-â
âIâm plenty familiar with that orifice of yours, my love.â
âOh my god.â
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Rafayel
Your cheeks were flushed, and you were hacking up what felt like several lungs. After much harassing from Xavier, you had taken a sick day and were now taking the hottest shower of your life in an attempt to steam out all the muck in your throat.
You blew your nose one last time before exiting the shower, getting dressed with a heavy head. The air in the bathroom was hot and damp from your shower, and you felt like you were swimming as you walked to your bedroom. You ended up clumsily turning the fan on and collapsing on your bed.
And then the doorbell rang. Of course it did, because you and Rafayel had made plans for a movie night that youâd forgotten to cancel. You groaned into the mattress and forced yourself to get up. You answered the door with what must have still been a very pink face, because Rafayel immediately said, âYouâre all red. Are you that nervous to see me?â
âIâm sick.â
He immediately pulled away and lifted his shirt over his mouth. âYouâre sick? Why didnât you say so earlier?â
âI was busy being sick, genius.â You were too tired to banter. You sneezed, to which Rafayel made a face. âYou need some TLC, Ms. Bodyguard. Iâll be happy to assist. From a distance, of course.â
You didnât feel like arguing, so you allowed him to lead you inside and prepare you some stew and hot chocolate. It was surprisingly comforting, and Rafayel didnât pretend to be disgusted when you coughed up mucus. He rubbed your back while you coughed and attacked you with kisses when you sat quietly with a throbbing head.
Even when you pushed him away, reminding him that he would likely get sick from all his close contact, he waved away your worries.
âI need you to recover as quickly as possible so you can protect me. When Iâm sick, you can just pay me back.â
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Xavier
You fell out of a tree. That was the short version of it. You and Xavier were having a climbing contest, and the branch youâd been holding onto wasnât very stable. Well, the branch itself was stable, but the bark you were gripping wasnât. It ripped off in your hands and took you with it.
You let out a squeaky noise when you hit the ground, almost like a dog toy. You would have laughed at yourself if you werenât in so much pain.
â__! Shit, shit, shit!â Xavier was down the tree in an instant, like a rodent that spotted a snake. He sprinted to your side and hovered over you frantically while you laid on your back and tried to regain your breath. He ended up refraining from calling an ambulance because you had enough life in you to beg him not to. So, he drove you to urgent care instead.
Thankfully you werenât hurt too badly, but you did end up with a bruised tailbone and a fractured rib, so now you were in the middle of the healing process with Xavier asking you questions every twenty minutes or so.
Heâd ask, âAre you in pain?â to which youâd respond, âYes.â And then heâd ask âWhere?â And youâd angrily say âMy butt.â
âIâm so sorry.â
âI know. Itâs okay, it was my fault.â
âBut climbing the trees was my idea.â
âThat doesnât matter.â
âDo you need a butt massage?â
âNo, idiot.â
Xavier was very apologetic for the next couple of weeks, sleeping over at your house every other day and bringing you burnt baked goods to tide you over. He took care of you in his own sweet way.
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ââ .⌠[ FIC ]: can i really stay here? [ part two ]
[ a continuation of part one ]
mullet stanley pines x innkeeper reader
tags: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, sfw
word count: 1875
Ëâ§Ë° ŕź â・Ë
in any other circumstances, you wouldnât even dare to imagine holding a man you had just met the same day.
but stan ⌠was different.
when your eyes first locked with his from across the counter, you could tell that he was hurting, and badly. he was trying so hard to cover it up, and it worked for the most part â after all, up until now, nobody had cared about him enough to see through his facade.
but you saw straight through him. and not only that, you actually did something about it. you offered to care for his needs, at your own expense.
his father only ever saw him as an expense.
so, there you were, sitting at the bar, holding onto the maroon fabric of his jacket as he trembled like a leaf.
the scent of cigarette smoke and pine needles was strong in your nose as he buried his face into your shoulder. you could feel his stubble scratching against your skin.
there was a part of you that wanted to speak up and comfort him, but ultimately you decided against it. you didnât quite know enough about him to be able to speak to his situation.
after a few minutes, stan seemed to be calming down. his breathing became even, although he was still clinging onto you tightly.
âi âŚâ
his voice was cracked and raspy.
âi ⌠screwed up. i donât ⌠know how iâm gonna fix it.â
your brow furrowed as you listened to him.
âyâknow, stan ⌠i donât know what youâre going through. but can you do me one favor?â
â... yeah?â
âlook at me.â
slowly, the brunet lifted his head, pulling himself back just enough to be able to look at you. his eyes were red and puffy, but his gaze was sincere.
you looked back at him, determined. âiâm gonna help you out.â
stan didnât know how to react. he swallowed a lump in his throat, scanning your face as if to check whether you were lying to him or not.
â... you donât ⌠hafta do that. i brought it on myselfââ
âi donât care.â
his eyes widened.
âif i can keep somebody from a worse fate, then iâll do it. let me give you a place to stay, even if itâs just for a little while.â you smiled warmly, squeezing his arm for emphasis. âyou shouldnât have to feel like your life means nothing.â
â⌠youâre an angel.â
those words made you blush. âiâi wouldnât say thatââ
uh-oh, heâs smirking now. chuckling lowly, he let go of you so that he could cross his arms over his chest.
âwhat, are you tryna tell me youâre not sent from heaven? think about it. youâre saving my biscuits here, toots.â there was serious gratitude in his tone, despite his teasing. at least he seemed to be in a better mood. âi think iâll hafta call you that more often, yeah? angel.â
you laughed nervously, trying desperately to distract yourself from your red hot face. âreally? hâhow interesting âŚâ
stan snickered again, gazing at you for a moment longer with fondness dancing in his brown eyes. then, glancing at the wall clock, he realized the time. âdamn, itâs midnight. i should probably stop bothering you ând get to bed, huh?â
âhuh, it is late ⌠i should sleep, too.â
âthen itâs decided. iâll see ya tomorrow.â he hummed, standing from his seat and stretching out his arms before cracking a soft smile and turning around to walk towards his room.
you were left to watch him leave, your eyes following his footsteps as he made his way back up the staircase.
approximately eight hours later, you awoke to the sunlight gently filtering through your bedside window, causing your eyelids to flutter open.
the events of last night came flooding back into your mind.
i guess iâll be seeing a whole lot more of him âŚ
sitting up in bed, you yawned, rubbing your face sleepily.
âmm ⌠what time is it âŚâ
the alarm clock on your nightstand read 8:02 am.
shoot, i oversleptâoh, wait. itâs my day off.
that little fact was enough to put you in a good mood for the morning. humming happily to yourself, you began to get ready for the day, picking out a comfortable outfit and a few accessories.
descending two flights of stairs, you wandered into the lobby of your inn, greeting a few different patrons and employees with a cheerful wave. it was breakfast rush hour for the kitchen, and you could catch glimpses of your executive chef running to and fro behind the bar.
he seems pretty busy today. maybe iâll grab a bite to eat somewhere? hmm, but the question is where âŚ
just then, your train of thought was interrupted by the sound of someone calling out your name.
you whipped around to locate the voiceâs source, and there was stan, walking towards you at a leisurely pace. a radiant grin broke out on your face.
âstan! hey, good morning! howâd you sleep?â
raising a brow, he chuckled at your energy. âwell, good morning, sunshine. i slept like a baby, thanks tâ you.â
âah, donât mention it.â you smiled, placing your hands on your hips. âiâm just glad you could sleep.â
the two of you looked at each other for a second.
why did his stare make you feel butterflies in your chest?
probably unimportant âŚâŚâŚâŚ right? yeah.
clearing your throat, you averted your gaze before you started to blush again. âso, um ⌠have you had anything to eat yet?â
ânah. i was just about to, though.â to be frank, he had totally forgotten that he had access to breakfast until you just mentioned it.
âsounds gooââ
you paused mid-sentence, remembering something.
âactually ⌠i was planning on eating out for breakfast today. would you wanna join me? since the kitchen is bustling and all âŚâ
oh, wow. did you really just ask him out to breakfast? it didnât hit you until after you had said it out loud that it could be considered that way. oops. was that weird? were you weird? augh.
stan had half a mind to tease you senseless for how cute that was, but after thinking about it, he decided against it. he wouldnât wanna ruin his chances at having breakfast with you.
âyou kiddinâ? iâd love that.â he nodded his head, flattered and amused. ânot many people can say theyâve had breakfast with an angel, ya know.â
your ears turned red.
i walked right into that one. darn you and your smooth talking âŚ
âoh, letâs just go already.â embarrassed, you grabbed his wrist, pulling him along towards the front door. stan laughed heartily, allowing himself to be led.
it wasnât long before you arrived at one of your favorite diners in town, known for their homey atmosphere and good breakfast. walking into the building, you were met with the smell of eggs, bacon, and coffee. the two of you breathed it in simultaneously, sighing.
âreminds me of breakfast as a kid.â stanley mused, thinking of the days when he and ford would poke at each otherâs food and giggle. you smiled, watching his expression.
âcâmon, this way.â you beckoned him over towards the table you usually sat at, and a familiar waitress walked over to you as you settled in.
âgood morning, loyal patron~ i see youâve brought a plus one today, yes?â
âuhâyes. donât go jumping to conclusions, though âŚâ
the waitress grinned innocently. âof course. now, what can i get for you two?â
stan wound up ordering pancakes with bacon and eggs, while you settled on some waffles and a mug of coffee. you could have sworn you saw that waitress giggling to her coworker about something as she went on her way, but you shook your head to yourself in an attempt to ignore it. instead, you directed your attention towards the man sitting across from you.
âso, iâm guessinâ youâre a regular here?â he tilted his head, leaning back against his seat. there was a smirk plastered onto his face that you couldnât quite decipher.
âyou would guess correctly.â you hummed, picking up the salt shaker on the table and fidgeting with it absentmindedly. âhave you ever been?â
a rumbling sigh escaped his lips.
ânah ⌠iâm not exactly from around here.â
your gaze was trained on him. so far, heâs kept a laid-back demeanor, not to mention that little smirk that drives you insaneâbut you couldnât shake the feeling that there was way more depth to his character than he let on.
âyeah? whereâre you from?â
â...â
there was a brief silence. his chocolate brown eyes, warmly lit by the sun, stared into your soul.
âiâm from new jersey.â
your eyebrows shot up. âfrom jersey? wow ⌠youâre far from home, then.â
âitâs not home anymore.â
you opened your mouth to say something, but closed it again. stan was staring out the window, a frown creasing his face.
âi ⌠sorry. sensitive topic?â
he turned back to you, a faint blush appearing on his face. âuh ⌠well, yeah, i guess ⌠itâs okay.â
âcome again?â
â... itâs, uhâiâiâm okay, if itâs you.â
he was a darker shade of red now, scratching awkwardly at his stubble. he felt so ⌠vulnerable. but somehow, he was okay with it.
at that moment, the waitress came back with plates of food. âorder up!â
you watched as you were served, salivating as you saw golden waffles covered in butter and syrup smiling up at you. it didnât take long for the both of you to start digging in.
â... wow.â after the first few bites, stan had stars in his eyes. âit tastes just like maâs.â
âwas your mom a good cook?â
he snorted. âwell, she wasnât exactly a michelin star chef, but she could make some damn good flapjacks. at least, i sure thought so.â putting another forkful of pancake into his mouth, he chewed thoughtfully. you simply propped your head on one hand, watching.
âi always told her she could sell âem for a fortune.â
his tone was soft with nostalgia.
âshe just laughed. probâly cause i was five when i told her that.â
âthey mustâve been really something, huh?â
âthey were. all my life, i dreamt of selling somethinâ as good as that. i havenât stopped trying, either.â
he scoffed.
âmost of âem have been a bust.â
you hummed softly in understanding.
âyouâre still trying, though. thatâs worth more than any failed effort.â
he looked up from his plate. â... you think so?â
âsure i do.â lifting your mug, you took a sip of coffee. âperseverance is worth a lot.â
stan could barely handle your uplifting words. his heart was squeezing in his chest. covering his flustered face with one hand, he leaned against the table, grumbling.
â... an angel ⌠God sent an angel.â
âwhat?â
âwhat? nothing.â
a few hours later, you were walking side by side back to the inn. stan couldnât help but admire the way the fall breeze tousled your hair, and the gentle smile on his face was speaking his thoughts out loud.
heâd never known that somebody this beautiful could even exist.
maybe ...
maybe he hasnât hit rock bottom quite yet.
end
[ part three ]
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BSD Men : Hooking Up As Enemies/ Rivals
Pairings: Dazai, Ranpo, Fyodor, Atsushi, Chuuya, and Sigma
âWARNINGSâ: SMUT, MDNI, blindfold, scratching, degrading, praise, biting, pulling, breeding kink, whimpering, moaning, cock warming, overstimulation, choking, etc
đ¤DAZAI đ¤
You never liked Dazai. If you were being honest the only thing you liked about him was his looks. Dazai was annoying, sneaky and treated you like shit which made the thought of him disgusting. He was never too fond of you either, yet he also found you pretty attractive. Thus you both somehow found yourselves having sex.
Dazai was on top of you with his cock thrusting deeply into you. He hit every sensitive part of you skillfully which made it hard for you to quiet your moans. Your wet, tight cunt made him grip onto the bed sheets. He didn't think you'd feel this fucking good and it was almost like you were made for his cock.
He was panting slightly "Squeezing me so tightly? And I thought you hated my guts ngh~ but now I'm literally in them~" he smirks
You felt embarrassed by his words and decided to flip yourself over to jump on his cock. You felt better seeing him beneath you and be in a more vulnerable position, but his smirk didn't go away
He put his hands on your hips and looked down to see his cock rub in and out of your tight pussy "Heh~ you look good jumping on my cock like a desperate whore"
"Shut up, It's because you weren't doing that good of a job so I had to take control" you struggled trying not to moan
"Is that so? Hah~ then let me make it up to you since I'm oh so sorry" He flipped you over again, this time pinning your arms above your head as he thrusted deeper into you making you slip out a loud moan
He smiles "You just didn't like me on top, huh? You didn't like how good my cock feels?" He teases you
You looked away from embarrassment and quietly said "Too.. deep- mmn~"
He smiles "Just be honest and say nobody has ever made you feel this good~"
You gave him a fiery look "Mmn~ Shut up and just fuck me"
He didn't like this attitude of yours and decided to just suddenly cock warm himself.
"Idiot, what are you doing?" You asked
"I just thought it'd be nice to hear you beg~ "
"Uh- there's no way" you gave him a disgusted look
He then does 4 deep, fast thrusts into you making you want more and whimper "Come on, tell me you want it~" he says in a low voice and a smirk
You grumbled and looked away. It took you a couple seconds to say something "please...don't stop"
"Hmm? Say it louder~" his smirk becomes wider
You looked at him with an angry look holding back from slapping him. You hate to admit it, but he really was the only man who's ever actually pleased you "please don't stop. I want more" you said trying not to sound too vulgar
He smiles and begins to fuck you relentlessly. His cock hitting deep inside you while throbbing. You both gasp a moan. His grip on your wrists tightened more as you arched your back. Your breasts becoming more perky and drawing his attention
"S-shit hah~ I guess your good with at least one thing" he groans
You started to smirk "Your throbbing so much mmn~ do I make you feel that good~?" You taunted
He then puts a hand around your throat as a way to shut you up, making you tightened more around him
He pants "Your about to cum aren't you?"
"Not even close" you managed to say
He tilts his head "Then this shouldn't be a problem for you"
His thrusts become animalistic and rough, hitting your g-spot which felt like every millisecond. You felt a huge wave of pleasure wash over you and felt your climax coming rapidly "AAH~! F-fuck- w-wait~!"You then came on his cock as you moaned loudly. Twitching and clenching around him.
He smiled while his cock throbbed "look at that~ cumming all over my cock? Ngh~ Didn't you just say I wasn't any good?"
You couldn't even form a sentence and just moaned loudly from over stimulation. Your pitiful moans drove him over the edge. He hated how amazing you felt and how he found his release so quickly "Fuck... Ngh~ fucking shit~!" He moans
With a couple more thrusts, he pulled out of you and came all over your body with a loud groan. His cum was on your stomach, chest, and face. You almost wanted to smirk at how much he came from having sex with you, but you were still calming down from your own climax, too out of breath to make a snarky comment
He smirks while panting "You look prettier with my cum all over you"
You looked at him "I liked you better when you were moaning loudly like a little bitch"
He laughs "That's rich coming from you~"
"Fuck you"
He chuckles "Feel free to come back anytime if you want more~"
"Why on earth would I ever want more from you? Oh I see.. it's you who wants more"
"Only temporarily obviously... Don't act like you don't like the idea of it, princess~"
đRANPOđ
You and Ranpo almost had the same relationship as him and Poe. They're rivals yet enjoy each other's company. Like Poe you tried to find ways to surpass Ranpo but instead you try to become a better detective. You know it might be impossible, but it's your goal. It was like you and Ranpo were constantly in a competition without hating each other completely. You actually quite liked eachother, but you didn't want to admit that.
One night things escalated and one thing led to another.You were both on a bed as you rode Ranpo's cock. His hands were stuck to your waist and your hands were on his chest to keep you balanced. You were both in pure bliss, moaning and whimpering from the sweet sensation.
"Yea~ so good~ mmn~! More~" Ranpo moaned while throwing his head back
"Its good to know that I can at least put you in this state- mmn~! I'm the only one who can make you like this~" you teased
He just kept whimpering. His hands that were on your waist were trembling from ecstasy. You softly chuckle "Who knew that the world's greatest detective could be such a whimpering mess~"
He slowly starts to smirk "And no other man has ever felt this good huh~? Hah~ It pretty obvious"
You were taken aback from his blunt words. "Ah~! I can say the same when I'm also the only one who's made you like this~" he says while smiles
He sat up by using his elbows to get a better look at you. His tone was deep as he teased you "Don't act so high and mighty~ ngh~!"
You scoff and look down. You hated how right he always was, but then an idea came to your mind. You realized that if there's one thing that makes Ranpo weak it's praise, so you decided to use that against him
You spoke "Your one to talk.. your lucky you feel amazing~"
You saw Ranpo gulp and blush. He smiled softly from the comment. You decided to keep going. You made him sit up to wrap your arms around him and to moan in his ear. Your hand gently pulling on his hair "Your doing such a good job~ ngh~! Such a good boy~ ah~! I can't get enough of you~ mnn~! Your so big and deep~"
You felt his cock throb violently. His whimpers became more loud. It turned you on how you were becoming too much for him to handle. He laid his chin on your shoulder while moaning uncontrollably.
You chuckled gently "The simplest words are enough to drive you crazy~ it's so cute~ yet pathetic" you kissed his ear, making him twitch
He chuckle gently while looking at you "What's pathetic is that you did this expecting me to beg for more of you in the future, but the truth is it's you who will beg for me"
You looked at him offended until he spoke again "Don't be so upset it's not like I'm complaining- ngh~! Not one bit~!"He whispers in your ear "You do feel amazing~ this is the best I've ever felt"
His praise made you crazy. Your cunt twitched as you whimpered against his neck. He smiles "I see even the simplest words make you crazy too"
You began to jump faster on his cock. Both of you moaned louder as you both felt your orgasms coming quickly "Y-yeah~ I'm so close~ i-im going to- ah~! So close~!" Ranpo moaned
"Me too~! Mmn~! Keep going~!"
You both held onto eachother tightly. The sensation was undescribable and incomparable to anything you both have ever felt in your lives. With a few deep, fast thrusts. Ranpo whimpered extremely loudly as he came inside you. His whole body trembling an insane amount. His whimper instantly made you cum with him. Your cunt tightly squeezing the cum out of him and covering his cock with your cum.
While still holding onto eachother you both laid limp onto the bed. Your head on his chest. You could hear his heart beat rapidly. You were both panting heavily and slowly becoming sleepy
"We can do this again tomorrow" Ranpo said in a soft voice
You looked at him shocked but deep down you were happy. He smirks "I already knew you were going to ask so"
You pushed yourself off him "Fuck off"
He laughs while playfully poking your cheek over and over again "Just admit it! your obsessed with me~"
You slapped his hand away while blushing "Fuck you!"
đFYODORđ
Your from the ADA and somehow you've found your enemy to be attractive. You hated yourself for it, but the heart wants what it wants. You and Fyodor had an interesting relationship. He too also found you attractive and fascinating, but that didn't stop you from trying to put the guy in jail or him trying to eliminate you.
One night you were fed up and it lead you to finding him in the middle of the night for a hookup. He gave in easily which surprised you, but then again nobody really knows Fyodor, maybe he only agreed because it was part of some plan he has.
You were both on a bed. Fyodor was on top of you as he heavenly fucked you. Your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands on your hips. If he really wanted to, he would kill you in one second, but you just felt too good he couldn't bring himself to do it. His cock hit all your sweet spots and your wet, tight cunt perfectly rubbed his dick.
Your soft moans were music to his ears"My, my, someone sure is enjoying themselves, hm~?" Fyodor smirks
You clenched his hair "Your one to talk- ah~ your twitching so much agh~ I don't think any woman has ever touched you"
"hmm~ I don't sleep around like you, dear~"
Your eyebrows furrowed "I'm not a slut- mmn~" you moaned while arching your back
He chuckles "It seems like you are for me~ coming to my door and begging like one ah~"
You grumbled "Shut up- mph~"
He then used his thumb to rub your clit. You moaned louder and instinctively wrapped your legs around his body to push him deeper inside you, making you tighter "Your really clamping down ngh~ do I make you feel that good~?" He teases
You looked away in embarrassment "Use your words" he whispers in your ear tauntingly
You didn't respond. He shrugs his shoulders "If that's how you want to play, then..." His thrusts became faster and rough. His cock hitting deep inside you and feeling amazing. You moan louder. He tried to hide his moans and all you felt was his cock throbbing more.
You felt your climax coming quickly"I- I'm gonna- ah~! slow d-down~!" You held onto his shoulder tightly Just as you were about to cum, Fyodor pulled himself out. You looked at him confused
He smiles sinisterly "Beg for it, dear~ just like how you did earlier today"
You scoffed "You really think I'd beg for you?"
"Judging by the way your body quivers, and how you wrap your arms and legs around me. I'd say you will"
Your eye twitched. He brought his face coser to yours. Your foreheads almost touching He tilted his head to the side slightly "No man has ever made you feel this grand~"
You chuckle "I bet you didn't even think sex would feel this good, mudak"
(Translation: asshole )
"Hm? I guess we're done here then" he was getting up to leave, but you grabbed his wrist. His eyes looking at your face that was in defeat
You grumbled as you looked down "Please..Fuck me. Please don't stop"
He held your chin to make you look at him "Why should I?"
"B-because... It feels good" you said trying not to sound disgusted
He smiled widely. All of a sudden he plunged his cock inside you again. You both moaned in satisfaction from the pleasure of being one again. He continues his fast, rough pace. Somehow the pleasure being more intense than before. You loudly moaned from the sensation. You felt your orgasm approaching again
"Ngh~! look at you screaming for me~ let's do it together shall we?" Fyodor grunts
You couldn't form sentences. The more Fyodor looked at the state he's put you in, the faster he felt his climax coming. You both couldn't hold on any longer from the pleasure
He gripped your hips harshly "Ngh~! T-trakhni menya~" he grunted before he came deep inside you
(Translation: Fuck me)
The instant you felt your cunt being filled by his hot cum, you came with him while moaning. Your bodies were only washed over by ecstacy. Twitching and breathing heavily was all you two could do. He looked down to your cum filled cunt "Kak chudesno.. taking it all in" he groans softly
(Translation: how wonderful )
A few seconds after he said that, he pulled out of you and plopped next to you trying to catch his breath. You looked at him while panting "Don't look so pleased.. you look pathetic when you cum"
He chuckles and smirks at you "If I recall, you were the one that was begging for me twice tonight. Seems hypocritical, don't you think?"
You looked at him irritated. You knew he was right. You protested "Well this is the first and last time we'll ever do this"
He got closer to your face and in a deep voice, he said "unfortunately, we both know that's not the case"
đATSUSHIđ
You were part of the Mafia and Atsushi was part of the ADA. You two have fought eachother every once in awhile, but something about him made you soft, maybe it's because he's actually very sweet, but there's no way you'd ever admit to that. He always got in the way of your plans and it frustrated the hell out of you
Not like he thought of you any different. He didn't like how much of a horrible person you can be, but sometimes he's seen a soft side of you that he believe can be turned into good. You both just found each other fascinating and irritating, yet here you are on a bed.
You were both naked. He was on top of you with his forehead on your shoulder. He thrusted into you at a normal speed, almost tender and soft but he still hit the deepest parts of you. Your wet cunt soaked his cock and made it easy for him to slip in and out of you. One of your arms were in his hair and the other on his back. You both moaned from the pleasure
"Mmn~! W-we shouldn't be doing this- ah~!" He moans against your skin.
He looked worried, but he was just overwhelmed by the pleasure
"Yea, but it's too late to back out now Mmn~! it feels good, doesn't it~?" You responded, tilting your head slightly to get a better look at him
His grip tightened on the sheets "Y-yeah it feels ah~! A-amazing~! But- ngh~!"
"We can stop if you want- ah~ it's just I'll be unsatisfied mmn~"
He moves his head away from your shoulder to get a better look at you "N-no, I can't stop now~ mph~! Even if I wanted to~"
His thrusts became faster making you both moan in ecstasy as you reach closer to your climaxes"Why? Ngh~! Why you out of all people? Ah~" he asks mostly to himself
You scoffed "Mmn~! I ask myself the same thing"
"You've killed and tortured mmn~ yet I can't bring myself to stop~!" He was clearly feeling some type of guilt, but the body wants what it wants
You responded "Not like your any better- ngh~ your such a pushover agh~ your so fucking sensitive" you paused for a second before finishing your sentence "B-but I just can't stay away~ ngh~"
He looks into your eyes slightly surprised. He knows you have a soft spot and he wishes you brought it out more. His thrusts became needy and more vulgar. His thighs slapping against your thighs, hitting your g-spot over and over. You arched your back as you clawed his skin
He felt his release "I c-can't hold it anymore~ ah~! too good~! I-im- ngh~ something's coming~!" He moaned loudly
You held tightly onto him "Just like that~ i-im going to cum~!"
A few more strokes into your wet, warm cunt. He didn't want to make a mess on your body he pulled out and came onto his hand with a loud whimper. His hand was covered in so much of his own cum and you wished it was all over you or maybe even filling up inside you. You came right after him while moaning.
You both stood still in place panting heavily. Atsushi looks at his hand and clean it up with a tissue that's by the bed. He gave some to you too.After you cleaned yourselves up, you looked at him while blushing "Do you mind if I come back tomorrow?"
He jolts slightly from the question and looks away "We shouldn't, but.." he gulps before looking at you "Yeah, I'd like that"
đ§ĄCHUUYAđ§Ą
You knew Chuuya by working long enough at the ADA to learn about him. You knew he was part of the Mafia and his ability, but you both had a difficult relationship. You both didn't hate eachother, but it was hard to get along. You don't know why or how y'all started to fight with each other so often, but it's a regular thing. Regardless of your relationship, you found eachother attractive and thus found yourselves hooking up on this night.
You were both on the bed. Chuuya was on top of you as he thrusted roughly into you. At this rate when you wake up tomorrow you won't even be able to close your legs. Your arms were clawing his back which he found such a turn on. You both moaned from the euphoric sensation
"D-damnit it~ why are you so tight for, huh?" He struggled to say without moaning
You chuckle "Heh~ you can't handle me or what, bitch-? AH!"
Chuuya suddenly sunk his teeth into your neck to shut your snarky comment. You tightened from the bite and he twitched "Agh~ It seems like your the one that can't handle me"
You pull his hair roughly making him moan loudly "Ngh~! F-fucking hell!"
His pace became faster which made you squirm a bit and moan. He held your hips still with his hands "D-dont squirm so much! you'll make me- ngh~!" He moans
You smirk "Your throbbing so much Chuuya~ what's the matter? Mmn~ Does it feel that good~?" You taunted
He grumbles "Shut up ngh~ your literally soaking the sheets"
You decided to flip over and get on top of him "Hey! Who said you could- NGH~!"
You cut off his sentence by jumping on his cock. He gripped harshly on your hips as he closed his eyes tightly from the sensual pleasure
"Mmn~ You look kinda cute like this, Chuuya~" you moaned looking down at his pathetic state
His eyebrows furrowed as he grumbled "Ah~ don't ever call me that"
"Fine mnn~ your adorable~" you poked his cheek
His cheeks blushed red as he suddenly flipped you over and got back on top of you. His thrusts were vulgar and deep. You both moaned loudly. The bed shook violently. Your arms were wrapped around eachother. Your arched your back when you felt his cock hit your g-spot and moaned loudly
He smirks "Screaming from my cock~? Fuck~ so fucking good~ seems like your actually good at something"
You digged your nails into his shoulders "I-im gonna- ah~!" You moaned
His eyes were drunk with pleasure "Yeah~? me too ngh~ where do you want it?"
You grunted "O-outside, you idiot- mmn~!"
After a couple deep thrusts he pulled out and stroked his cock, shooting hot, sticky cum all over your body with a loud grunt. You saw his cock throbbed aggressively as it squirted cum. The sight alone made you cum with him. Your body twitched as you moaned from your release
You were both breathing heavily. He plopped next to you and got some napkins from the table next to the bed and gave them to you to clean yourself. You both laid there and stared at the ceiling still trying to calm down from the climax
"We're never doing that, again" Chuuya pants
"Fuck no. Never again" you responded
What a god damn lie
đSIGMAđ
You and Sigma know each other for being part of the Decay of Angels and didn't really get along. Sigma had a hard time trusting people especially since you were part of the Decay of Angels. Right from the beginning he never fully trusted you and because of that he was very distant and cold towards you
You weren't any different though. You were also being used for the decay of angels and didn't really trust Sigma. The relationship between you two was secretly hating the other with no real reason, but one day you were both really frustrated and needed a distraction
It kind of just happened yet you couldn't really understand how it happened when you were both on the couch naked. You were straddling him while jumping on his cock. His hands were caressing your thighs. Your hands were in his hair sometimes pulling it and making him groan. Your tight, wet, warm cunt rubbed his cock addictively as you kept jumping on it. The tip of his cock hitting the deepest parts of your pussy. It felt amazing
Sigma looks down to see his cock slide in and out of you "Ah~! f-fuck~ j-just like that~" he moans
"So good~ I didn't expect you to be this amazing~" you responded while arching your back
He furrows his eyebrows "S-shut up~ mmn~ I know your just fucking with me mph~ using me as a toy"
You looked into his eyes "So are you- ngh~ don't act all innocent agh~! your loving this aren't you?"
He looked slightly stunned for a second "W-well.. ngh~! I guess we're both even- ah~!"
Suddenly your pace became faster. His cock throbbing aggressively as his whole body twitched from every touch from you "Your so sensitive~ mnn~! have you never been touched before~?" You asked teasingly
He blushed more and looked down "W-why would it matter? Your talking too much- ngh~!"
You wrapped your arms around his neck "Don't be so embarrassed~ ah~ it's actually pretty cute~" you smirked
He became embarrassed "C-cute? I said to s-shut up didnt I?"
He was tired of hearing your talk, after all, he just wanted a distraction. You listened to his small request and stopped talking. You thought of a kinky idea and decided to cover his eyes with your hands. He couldn't see, but he focused more on the pleasure of your cunt. He let out a loud whimper and unintentionally used his hands to move your hips faster. His cock throbbed and ached as he felt his climax coming
"A-ah~! Mmn~ f-faster~!" He moaned while his head fell back exposing his throat more
You moaned more from the quick pace and smirked by how cute he was "So lewd~ ah~!"
"G-gonna c-cum~! Don't stop~!" He whimpered loudly
You kept doing with what you were doing also feeling your climax coming. After a few more thrusts, Sigma gasps before cumming deep inside you with a loud whimper and digging his nails into your skin. You tugged on his hair when you felt his cock shoot cum, making you cum with him and moaned. Both of you quivering from the insane amount of pleasure rushing throughout your body.
You laid limp against him and roved your hand from his eyes. Both of you were breathing heavily. You moved your head slightly to get a better look at his face
"If you ever need another release don't be afraid to come to me" you quietly said
He looks down at you with blushed cheeks. He stared into your eyes with a small amount of worry for awhile before gulping and responding. He nodded "Alright"
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Satoru Gojo
[Chapter 28] Sleepless Night
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âIâm sleepy.â Satoru mutters before throwing himself on your bed. He does so without your permission, wearing his dirty clothes on your clean bed. Not to mention that heâs sweaty, after all, heâs helping you pack all of your stuff before helping you move to the house that he bought you.
âYeah, go to the couch.â You tell him, and if you had enough strength to pick him up and throw him on the couch you would. But Satoru is too big for you to pick up and carry. He ignores you and you whine, âSatoru, youâre getting my bed dirty!â
âI wonât fit in Renâs bed.â He responds, and you sigh.Â
âYeah, thatâs why youâre sleeping on the couch after you take a shower.â You say, and he finally stands up. He walks to your shower, and practically slams the door behind him which makes you roll your eyes. He makes himself feel at home with no issue⌠Which you consider fair since his mother does own the place.
You wonât pay much attention to Satoru either way. Itâs like heâs your boyfriend all over again, except you arenât physical with each other. And youâre also not all too sure that you want to call Satoru your boyfriend ever again; youâd prefer to keep him as a friend, and of course, as the father of your son.
âDonât use up all of my shampoo!â You yell, knowing that Satoru comes out extra fragrant when he showers in your bathroom. He uses all of your good products and doesnât bother replacing the empty bottles.
You can only hope that heâs heard your words before you decide to change into your pajamas and lay down in your bed. You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow, you need as much rest as you can get. Thereâs a knock on your door as soon as you lay down on your bed, and you take a deep breath before answering, âCome in, Ren!â
âCan I sleep with you tonight?â The child asks as soon as he enters the room. You try to hold back a sigh, knowing that you wonât sleep as well with Ren constantly kicking you and moving around but you canât bring yourself to say no to him.
âCome here, baby.â You pat the space next to you, and he comes running to lay down beside you. You tuck him in before wrapping your arm around him, bringing him closer to you. Maybe youâre partially at fault for all the kicking and moving since you hold him so close. âDonât snore, okay?â
âI donât snore!â He quickly yells, and you chuckle before kissing his cheek. He snuggles into you, and you nuzzle your nose into his hair.
âHey, you ran out of body wash.â Satoru walks out of your bathroom, having enough common sense to have put on a robe. His eyes land on you and Ren as you cuddle, a smile coming to his lips. He walks out, looking for the clothes that he hides in your place for this occasion.Â
âSave some space for me!â He yells when heâs into his pajamas, running to the bed to join you. He completely disregards that he was ordered to sleep on the couch. His giant arm wraps over the two of you, bringing you close to him.
âDidnât I tell you to go to the couch?â You laugh, but you canât bring yourself to kick him out. Itâs comfortable like this. âRenâs bed is empty too, you can try there.â
âDaddy wonât fit there.â Ren points out, and you almost want to scold him for saying it. Satoru agrees, and you chuckle, rolling your eyes.
âFine, but you better not snore either.â You say, and Satoru has a mischievous look on his face. Heâs about to say something thatâs going to annoy you, but at least get a laugh out of Ren.
âOut of the three of us, youâre the only one that snores.â Satoru earns a slap on his ear for that joke. Heâs slept with you many times, itâs certainly not a joke. âI was joking!â
âYeah⌠Nobody laughed.â You respond, and he chuckles. Satoru is about to speak, but he gets the first word out and Ren shushes him.
âIâm trying to sleep!â Ren complains.
âSorry, baby.â You kiss the top of his head, and you feel Ren throw his small arm over you. Thereâs a smile on your lips before you drift off to sleep.
You wake up in the middle of the night, nearly falling off the bed even though itâs large enough for three people. Itâs no surprise to you that Ren takes up the entire bed, what surprises you is that Satoru isnât in bed. You should leave it alone, reclaim your spot on the bed and go back to sleep.Â
But you donât leave it alone, you get up from the bed and search for him. You walk out of the room, and spot the kitchen light on. You take a deep breath before beginning to walk over to it. Satoru is making himself a cup of tea, which you can only assume is to help with sleeping.
âWhatâs up with you?â You startle him, his hand going over to his heart. Though the scare has gone away, it continues to beat fast.
âCanât sleep.â He keeps the answer vague since he doubts you really want to hear whatâs on his mind⌠Well perhaps he should tell you whatâs on his mind.Â
âWhy is that?â You ask him. You would assume that he would sleep comfortably with Ren by his side, but somethingâs off with him. Perhaps itâs because youâre in the room as well. âDo I make you uncomfortable?â
âItâs not that. Iâve just been thinking aboutâŚâ He begins, and he takes a deep breath before voicing his thoughts. âEverything I did to you.â
âOhâŚâ Youâre taken back by the response. It was something that kept you up at night before, but youâve grown to not care. You canât undo Satoruâs actions, and youâre convinced that in the end you were better off than himâ At least in some ways. Not monetarily for sure, but you had Ren with you. âWhatâs done is done, thereâs no point in losing sleep over it.â
âI wish I did things differently.â He confesses, which is nice to hear. âI was an idiot, and I chose money over someone that Iâve loved all of my life. Even if Ren wasnât involved, I shouldâve chosen you.â
âYeah⌠I was kind of used to it.â You chuckle, and it makes a frown appear on his face. Itâs not a lie, he shouldnât be shocked to hear those words leave your lips. âIâve realized that you were young⌠Easy to manipulate especially after just losing your father. Iâm not thrilled that you did what you did but donât beat yourself up about it.â
Heâs surprised with what you say, biting his lip as he thinks of what to say. Processing all of what youâve said. Itâs true, but he feels like he couldâve handled the situation better, sure, he was young but he wasnât a child. He clears his throat before saying, âYou arenât wrong but⌠I could have handled things much differently.â
âYou could have, but thereâs nothing you can do about it now.â You respond. âYou stepped up when you got the chance, which is what matters.â
âIâm still really sorry for everything.â He says, and you hum in response. âYouâve always been someone very dear to me, and Iâve always treated you as my secondary choice. Youâre the mostâ Until Ren you were the most important person to me, and even then Iâve disregarded you as if you werenât.â
âIt hurts to be in my place, but I also understand, Satoru. I grew up with you, youâve always been made to believe that money and power is everything, and every issue that you had was solved with money,â You take a deep breath before continuing. âI canât blame you, but Iâve also been hurt by your decisions.â
âYouâve always been the mature one out of the two of us⌠Even when Iâm an old man, I act like a child.â He chuckles, and you laugh as well before humming in agreement.Â
âEven when you act like a child, youâre a great father to our son.â You point out, hoping that itâll make him feel better. âYour parents loved you a lot but⌠They werenât all that great.â
âYou donât have to tell me.â He responds. Heâs smiling, hearing about how you view him as a father. He isnât perfect, but heâs trying to be the best he can be for Ren. Disciplining him and not spoiling him too much (unless itâs a situation that calls for spoiling his son).Â
âWould you consider having another?â He suddenly asks, and your eyes go wide. You stand in awkward silence for a moment before you begin to laugh.
âWhy are you asking? Shouldnât you be asking me if I would even consider going on a date with you again?â You reply and he feels as his cheeks turn pink. âI was just kicking you out of my bed and here you are, asking me if Iâd have another child.â
âWould you consider going on a date with me?â Heâs smiling. You have to look away because your feelings for him come back in a heartbeat. Satoru made his decision a long time ago, you shouldnât. But heâs also changed so much recently, that you want to see where fate leads you.
He notes your silence. Itâs late, and he doesnât want to overwhelm you with that sort of question. He ends up saying, âYou donât have to answer that.â
âYeah, Iâm not answering that.â You respond. âHow about we go to bed?â
âOkay⌠But would you consider going back to get your degree or do you not want to do that anymore?â He changes his question. âIâll be supporting you all the time.â
âYou know you sound just like your dad.â You point out, and he remembers that his dad did make a similar offer. âHe offered to pay for my education but I dumbly turned him down. I sure regretted it when I found out I was pregnant and you werenât picking up the phone.â
âYeah, he told me.â He shares. âBut Iâm actually making up for it since I took away that opportunity from you.
âIâll consider it. Iâm not sure if thatâs what I want to do anymore.â You tell him, and he gives you a subtle nod. âIs the offer still on the table if I want to just pursue degree after degree.â
âKnock yourself out, I have enough money for every degreeâ Iâll just be praying for you with all the assignments you have to complete.â
âOkay.â You have much to think about, and you know your ultimate decision. He yawns, the late night remedy workingâ Ultimately passing the sleepless night torch to you after his offer.
âLetâs go to bed, Ren is going to wake up in three hours and we canât greet him all tired.â Satoru tells you, putting the cup of tea in your sink. You roll your eyes, knowing that you wonât be able to sleep because of him.
A great idea comes to your mind, fighting back a smirk as you both walk to the bedroom. Before going inside you tell him, âRen with a baby sister would look cute. I just have to find the right candidate.â
âHuh?â He nearly drops to his knees with your last sentence. Did you seriously just say that in front of him? âIâm right here!â
âShush! Ren is sleeping, donât wake him up.â You scold him before entering the bedroom with a smirk on your face. He stays behind, dumbfounded with what you just said.
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