#honestly those are not dribbles but well

[cregansdingdong]

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Cregan Stark x fem!reader | no use of y/n | warnings: NSFW, porn without plot, m!receiving oral, very sloppy blowjob good stuff, starts off slow but then there's some face-fucking, swearing, one *tiny* face smack (its not bad i promise), he’s gonna come in her throat for giving him attitude; yeah the gif is the perfect representation for this tbh

Hot stuff under the cut. 18+ only. I'm not responsible for the content you choose to consume. ty.

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“What was I supposed to do then? Refuse the Lord Commander?” Cregan raises a brow, head tilted up at the ceiling as his wife stood there in front of his desk, hands on her hips. “I didn’t say that, Cregan. He could’ve waited a moment rather than storm into breakfast. And for what? To report a runaway from Castle Black? He could’ve sent a raven and saved himself all the trouble. I think he just wanted a small getaway.” He barks out a laugh at her accusation. “And I think you’re spoiled. My spoiled little wife who does not like having my attention taken away.”

“And so what if I don’t?” She huffs, lips morphing into a scowl. “Especially not during meal times—you’re a busy man and breakfast is Cregan time, not Lord Stark. My time with my husband. Lord Commander Markus surely was exhausted from his journey—but the entire thing was needlessly frantic. You are not a dog he may call on the moment he prefers it.” Cregan, since the day they'd married, had been a fairly patient man. She had a southern temper, which he had to learn how to douse and maintain just as she did. That's not to say his wife wasn't capable of controlling herself—she merely didn't care how she spoke to him.

His glance is lined with warning, but she either didn't catch it or ignored it completely. He guesses the latter. “Those sorts of matters are my responsibility. Deserters must be punished by my hand, wife. That is the way of the North, which you know well by now. Refrain from comparisons.” Neither of them were backing down. “Of course that is the only thing you take away from what I'm saying.” She scoffs. “My comparison is correct. When he calls, you bark. When he arrives, you heel. Are you his Warden Wolf or his pup? Because I'm not sure I can tell the difference any—”

“Get on your knees.”

“...what?” The surprise on her face would be etched into his memory forever. “On your knees. I won’t tell you again, wife.” His voice was low in the quiet of the room; daunting, even. “Right here.” Cregan scoots his chair back from the desk, thighs spread, gray eyes unblinking as he waits. She debated walking away, but she knew better. He watched as she took a few meager steps around his desk, the hem of her gown slowly gathering on the floor. Maybe she'd pushed him too far this time. “I think you've forgotten yourself—who's wife you are.” He squeezes her chin in his large hand, pleased by her soft sound of protest. “Yes, you have.” He grunts, stopping the words from leaving her mouth. “And now, you’re going to do exactly what I tell you—when I tell you. Do you understand?”

He seemed fairly satisfied with her little nod. “Good, pup. Unlace my breeches.” His wife reaches out to fumble with the ties after only a moment, his hand releasing the grip on her flushed face. She tugs the laces with a fervor, feeling him harden under her fingertips. It didn’t take much, honestly. He murmurs something she doesn’t catch as she gently wriggles him out of the confines of his breeches, brows furrowed in concentration. “You don’t deserve my cock in your mouth yet. Kiss only. Use your tongue if you have such a lack of self-restraint. You’re good at that.” The jab was directed and shot, but the weight of him in her hand had her head spinning too fast to say anything smart in return. Her lips meet his tip with a quiet, pleased hum, her tongue dipping into the crease where his precum dribbled. 

Cregan’s reaction was immediate. “Like that…” He sighs, head tilting back, just savoring the relief. Fire thrummed in her stomach. She kisses down the underside of his cock, ignoring the tickle of the dark hair at the base of him as it brushed against her jaw.

His arms were slack on the rests, fingers twitching with every small suction of her lips on him. Kiss by kiss, he hardens fully under her hands, and lines of swears erupt from his throat like mantras. “In your mouth now, pup.” He looks down at her with hooded eyes, looking like he was trying not to smile but failing anyway. To be fair, it was Cregan. The slight quirk of his lips was upturned enough to count. She situates herself a little further between his thick thighs, resting her elbows down midway as her palms lay over his. And then she took him into her mouth.

“Fuck..” He groans, something low and sinful that brought her butterflies. It was quite the sight to see the Warden of the North melt so easily by a tongue. He wasn’t like most men sometimes—usually. This, though. He certainly was. Not much longer before he’d forget what she said to him in the first place. The thought drove her to sink deeper on him, barely able to go halfway but that was already enough to get his tip in the far end of her mouth. He curses more—although entirely unintelligible this time—and his hands lift, presumably to tangle themselves in her hair. But they don’t make it there. She might’ve been trapped there on the floor between his legs, but that didn’t mean he was going to get all that he wanted. Her nails dig hard into the back of his hands, close to the wrists, and keep them firmly planted against the armrests.

He hisses momentarily in surprise. With his thick skin, it was more likely his ego was more hurt than his hands. She bobs her head with a vengeance of her own, and he slumps in the chair with a growl, thoroughly annoyed to be held back. “I’m going…to give you…five seconds...wife. Release me.” Her nails dig harder in response, pinching the skin hard enough for him to react. Cregan’s thighs tense more under her elbows. She counted down in her mind as she was sure he was doing in his. It was absolutely worth a bit of punishment. Saliva coated his cock, the drool slithering down the underside of it enough to make it sound even more lewd. He loved it when she abandoned her manners. “Wife.” He warns again. What happened to never repeating yourself twice, husband? The thought would’ve made her laugh if it weren’t for his cock.

He bucks his hips toward her throat—on purpose, obviously—and the force of it surprises her entirely, gagging in the slightest as she loses her grip on him. His hands are snatched from under her ruthless nails, and although out of view as he clutched her cheeks together, she didn’t fail to catch the pinkish skin around the moon-shaped indentations. They would certainly leave a mark tomorrow. Cregan pushes her back from his cock, seething, and his dark eyes never leave her face. His fingers dig into her cheeks unconsciously before letting go—and as quick as they go, a warning smack makes her face turn to the side. It didn’t hurt, by any means, but it sent a thrill right down between her thighs. “If you ever hold my hands back again, I’ll fuck you so full of my seed that all of Winterfell will hear your pathetic little mewls for me to stop. Do you understand me, pup? Answer me.”

“I understand.” She relents, eyes darting from his face to his red cock, the beat of her heart following every throb of the pretty veins. His eyes narrowed at her, not entirely trusting but he’d gotten his point across. “Make me come, wife.” She didn’t need him to say another word, her lips instantly wrapping around his tip to pick up where she left off. This time, she kept her hands planted on his thighs, breathing harshly through her nose as she took more and more of his cock. Her fists clenched around his breeches tightly, her gaze flicking up at him. He was watching, panting, the last of his restraint hanging by a thread. Cregan never lasted very long in her mouth, not that either of them thought he needed to. “To the base.” He mutters, holding off the urge to fuck her throat. He wanted to see if she could do it herself first.

His wife does her best attempt three-fourths of the way—close enough for the tip of her nose to brush against the coarse hair. The feeling nearly brought him to the edge anyway, close to falling off entirely. His grunts were louder, less composed. He was getting desperate. He reaches out to grip her hair, his own strands drooping down into his line of sight. “I’m gonna come��hold your breath for me.” She does. He doesn’t waste a moment, cupping her face gently, thumbs soothing the skin of her cheeks as he starts to buck up into her mouth like he was rabid. The sound of his tip sliding almost into her throat was enough to do it. Cregan was snarling now, fucking her face with purpose as the come dribbled down her tongue and mouth. “Good girl! Good fucking girl! Taking me so well!”

Eventually, he slowed, spent and breathing heavily as she recuperated through long inhales and exhales through her nose. She was still sucking on him though, eager for every drop. Leaned back in his chair, limp like a rag doll, Cregan gave her one of his sweet, lazy smiles. “...Told you not to compare.”

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[milknst4rz]

My medicine tastes like you

syn: Your patient! Toji wants your medicine, luckily you know just what he needs!!

CW: fingering, slight overstimulation, finger sucking, fingering, ass eating, cunnilingus

@blkkizzat I have succumbed to Toji...

divider by: @/cafekitsune

You were a scientist, a bit mad some would say but you didn't mind. Your clients were all respectful to some extent, except for a few. Nothing that you couldn't handle though..right?

Except, there was him. Toji Fushiguro, a pain in your ass for all the wrong reasons. The way his muscular arms tensed when he crossed them, or the way his sweatpants did nothing to cover the large, bulging imprint of his cock. Not to mention the way his hands felt, nice and rough against your smooth skin.

So, when he arrived for some extra treatment, who were you to say no?

Toji shoved two of his sticky wet fingers inside your hot mouth and grinned maliciously as you slurped on them sloppily. A small dribble of drool escaped the corner of your lips and her scooped it up with his middle finger, soon pressing that one in as well. You panted and moaned loudly as he withdrew his glistening hand and started to rub circles around your needy pussy.

His palm grinded into your clit so nicely you just couldn't stop yourself from trying to pull him closer. "Such a little slut, aren't you?" Toji smirked as you bit your lip to stay quiet and scowl at him. "This is mm- not sluttiness. It's simply an experiment." Even as you said this, there was no way anyone could miss the shakiness of your voice. You were just so eager and so ready to be filled up. It honestly was a bit pathetic.

Your little whimpers and pants grew in volume as you felt those fingers push inside you. His thick fingers stretched your tight cunt quite nicely and you couldn't wait to feel his cock. "Right there! ah- oh! hey don't- wait!" you gasped as Toji bent your legs towards you, fingers thrusting in and out of you with a lewd slurp! Your cunt was convulsing around him with every curl and even the slightest movement pulled you into a moaning frenzy.

"Only sluts would sit here and let themselves be fucked by their patient, doll." Toji stated as he places himself on the ground.

"I'm not- ah! shit- oh my gosh, don't stop!" you cried out as you felt his tongue start to suck harshly on your clit, lightly grazing it with his teeth. He pulled his fingers out and promptly started to devour you.

His tongue swirled inside your cunt, pressing against your gummy walls with rapid movements. He grunted as he pressed his face closer to your drooling pussy. Toji brought a long sloppy kiss to your clit, sucking and licking as if he was a starved man.

You squealed as you felt his tongue start to lick your other hole, sliding his tongue inside the warm hole with a grunt. You could feel him, moving around and fucking his tongue into you, causing your sweet pussy to gush more and more.

He moved his head back and forth quickly, lapping up both his saliva and your juices before pulling away and standing between your parted legs.

"If you can handle me eating that pussy of yours for six rounds, then I'll give you what you're so desperately craving. Got it?"

He didn't even wait for you to answer him, he just planted his face right back in between your thighs with the intent of his own experiment.

You certainly wouldn't stop him.

[blackknight-kai]

This is gonna sound insane but HEAR ME OUT—

Have you ever heard of the term of a 'womb tattoo' (WT) ? It's basically like a tattoo/sigil that is placed over where the womb would be (on the skin itself) and it would have like, different spell properties depending on the type of tattoo/sigil that was inked

What if, WHAT IF— Sun Wukong knows the basic of WT magic and have been secretly planning to place one on his beloved? (With consent, of course)

I'd honestly think he'd enjoyed seeing how his beloved would look so flushed - sweat dribbling down their skin, their breaths short and quick and just how often they would palm at their lower abdomen; the tattoo/sigil from THE Sun Wukong himself is thrumming with want, with need for any speck of attention the simian demon would throw their way.

I'm so insane actually. Perhaps this year was a good year for monkeys all around

(I’m really tired and wrote this before sleep so I hope this came out okaaaaay)

You have an awesome idea here! Wukong wanting to share something like this with his beloved? Absolutely! This COULD go into yandere territory but I wont go there since it can ALSO go into consenting territory especially if reader is okay with it. Sun Wukong wouldn’t MAKE them get it but them being willing? Awesome.

N.S.F.W Under the cut - 2 parter in here :)

Wukong brings it up one night, at first it’s kinda playful but definitely devolves into a slightly serious conversation. I mean he doesnt wanna force you or make you uncomfortable. PLUS it’s not like it has to happen NOW. But he wants to make sure you know what youre getting into. Because this could be A LOT. Especially for someone attached to HIM.

When you do agree to it he’s going to be sooooo stoked and excited. Will definitely prepare what he can for it and then maybe set a day specifically for getting it on you. No matter how long the actual spell takes most likely he just wants to have some fun and make it a nice playful comfy thing, maybe he takes you apart bit by bit and then puts you back together before putting it on you while youre nice and relaxed. Or maybe in the middle of your orgasm he casts the spell?

Either way, you’re in for a ride after. See, the spell doesnt work for just ANYONE. Most womb spells seem to showcase that “any man” will do. Not for Wukong. Nope. He’s gonna make sure that the only way this thing reacts is because of HIM. Thing is, Wukong is pretty damn strong right? Powerful. So it’s only fair that his mark is as well. You’re going to be a MESS so often it’s not even funny. You KNEW he was attracted to you, duh you sleep together all the time, but to THIS extent?

Having HIS attention is NOT for the weak or someone who doesnt want to put up with his shit. Because as a King he has WANTS and he has DEMANDS. I’ve said it many times at this point, Sun Wukong DEMANDS your pleasure. It is HIS. His right, his privilege. He WILL get it.

It’s going to get to a point where you could be doing mundane things and then all of a sudden the mark is going off and youre practically bowled over by the sudden sensation. He’s off doing King stuff? Doesn’t matter. Good luck getting anything done that day because god forbid he’s bored at a celestial court meeting or something, he is going to fantasize about you through the entire thing making your mark go fucking nuts. You’re going to be dripping and trembling, sweating and struggling to stand for hours. Trying to touch yourself? Good luck, unless you pass out this isn’t gonna stop.

He’s watching you from across the room full of people? His eyes traveling up and down your body and taking in those curves and features he so loves? Your pussy is going to be woke the fuck up and when he smells your slick not only is he going to feel prideful about it, he’s going to make it so much worse. Thinking about all the filthy things he could do to you right there and now.

Wukong brushes his tail across your ass? It’s like little fireworks of pleasure are set off on your skin where it touched you, I hope you learn how to stop yourself from moaning on a dime because he was definitely thinking about something naughty when he did it and now your clenching around NOTHING but needing to be filled with him.

ALSO NEW THOUGHT (Lucky you LOL two thoughts for 1). Actually…..I hope you dont mind if I go that direction instead of an established relationship one….Cuz thats where this is taking me now.

General Properties

- [ ] Only reacts to Sun Wukong and NO other.

- [ ] Normally you’d have to be within a certain distance of the person for the tattoo to react to their dirty thoughts about you, but Wukong? AHAHAHA yeah. Dude could be off doing fuck knows what however far away and your tattoo will react to him thinking nasty things about you.

- [ ] Him looking at you with lustful eyes? Or maybe he brushes by you in a certain way? This is gonna set off the tattoo too.

- [ ] The tattoo can react in various levels depending on what HE has going on. Generally he likes you to simmer. Sweat a little. Edge you all day. Likes to remind you of him as you go about your day.

- [ ] The reaction is basically as if a low level vibrator is inside you, getting turned on higher and higher depending on what he’s doing/thinking and for how long. It’s gonna feel like a gentle massage of your clit along with it, not enough USUALLY to make you come but you are going to be FEELING it.

- [ ] Another fun thing, if he touches himself in a sexual way - Example strokes his cock, your pussy reacts as though hes fucking it. Hope you’re ready for THAT in the middle of a random Tuesday.

- [ ] A later addition to the mark will be where you cant orgasm without tasting or taking in his seed through your pussy. He’s gone for a few days and wants you to be panting and so damn needy for him when he comes home, as though youre heat.

While was writing this as an established relationship, I also had the thought of Reader being his bride to be - and consenting to get the mark. But they haven’t consummated the relationship since they aren’t married yet, and the effects and stuff I list out above would be AMAZING.

When you found out that you were going to be marrying someone you HADNT expected it to be THE Monkey King, Great Sage Equal To Heaven and Earth himself, Sun Wukong. You’d met him several times, each time was a pleasant experience. He was oddly charming, cheeky, and mischievous of course. You laughed at his little pranks and trickery, listened to his captivating stories. It seemed like when you guys were in the same space he would eventually seek you out, enjoying your company for a little while before one of his pranks caught up to him and he had to make a quick exit.

You found him VERY attractive in a lot of ways. Be it his handsome face and that roguish smirk he does or how intelligent he clearly is underneath all that arrogance. His strength and power is also something that captures your attention both physical and mental. While his temper could use some work at times you find him endearing. The fact that he takes his time to come over and say hi to you, make you laugh, and spend time with you, even asking about you makes you feel as though he see’s you. Since he doesnt generally bother with things like that too much from what you can tell.

You weren’t 100% certain but you thought he was flirting with you a lot of the time. Your cheeks turning red and his smile growing a little wider as though he’s pleased with himself at your reaction. Tension, or at least you HOPED it’s mutual, brews between you two every time youre in the same space. Sometimes, before he makes his way over to you, you can feel his eyes on you from across the way. Upon looking, there he is. Wukong will give you a little wave with either his hand or even his cheeky tail before returning to whatever conversation or thing he was doing, but those eyes of his will wander back periodically.

When the offer of marriage came well….you were a little shocked to say the least. The thing was, it wasn’t an immediate marriage but rather, he was to court you for a time with the intention of marriage at the end of it. You would essentially be his bride to be but with a brief period of time, about a year, where he would spend time with you and the two of you get to know each other more. Honestly, you thought it was something he would NEVER do. Between the stories about him or his wild nature. You figured either he would never ‘settle’ down or he’d marry right away, not wanting to go through the hassle when he would be marrying them anyway.

Accepting the offer was easy. Honestly, you were intrigued by him and definitely had a huge fat crush on him. After spending a few outings with him you come to realize you could absolutely fall in love with him too. A few months into the courtship the tension between the two of you is HIGH. There have been kisses, but Wukong always stops them before they get too heated. Light lingering touches but always in respectable places. It’s maddening. But from what he explained to you, he wanted to make sure the two of you matched well. That YOU know and understand him before fully committing to him, because as he’s said, once you’re his there wont be any going back. He hadnt said it in a menacing way or anything, but you can tell that he was serious. About you and this relationship, that for him, this is IT.

By your third month of courtship though Wukong springs something on you. He assures you that he can remove it if it’s something that becomes an issue or you decide not to move forward with the relationship.

A womb tattoo.

He allows you a little time to think about it, after covering all the specifics. You’re nervous at first, as you haven’t really had a sexual encounter with him as of yet. Not that you didn’t WANT to, but again he has been keeping things clean between the two of you aside from a few sexually charged flirtatious remarks sprinkled here or there. But regardless of wherever you are his eyes always tell you how much he wants you too. A lot of the time when you separate for the day you’re left wanting….fantasizing about what could he possibly be thinking about.

Eventually, you agree. Mainly because he doesnt pressure you about it. It’s almost like he never asked or brought it up. The way his eyes light up and he takes a moment to process your acceptance though tells you how genuinely excited he is about the idea. His tail swishes and flicks almost erratically behind him as he double checks with you before he sets a day for you two to begin the process for the tattoo.

You’d both decided to start easy, something simple. The tattoo itself, as he had explained, isnt ink and it wont show up unless he messes with the spell itself. But the spell will attach itself to your core and will ONLY react to HIM. This way, no other would accidentally activate it. Not wanting to overwhelm you at first, he sets the spell to only react when he’s looking at you with a lust full gaze. You’re nervous as he has you lie down, your clothes on but you do have to adjust them just enough to reveal your hips and the space your uterus sits under your skin. He hadnt wanted you to undress fully, this way he can enjoy you on your wedding night.

Wukong applies the spell and its a strange sensation, it doesnt hurt but its intense. When hes done he soothes you and tells you that you’ve done well. He tells you that the spell will activate by the time you see him next, this way your body has time to adjust to it.

You thought you were prepared. You were not.

The next time you see him you two aren’t alone but as his familiar eyes land on you, the hair on the back your neck stands up and then your body goes ridged as a tingling sensation starts up inside you body. It’s gentle, but it causes you to gasp and flush a little as your pelvic muscles contract at the sudden soft vibrating that is pulsing in your pussy. You KNOW nothing is in you, this must be the spells doing. You watch Wukong, having to lean over and support yourself with the back of a chair as his eyes roam up and down your body slowly. Once his eyes lock on to yours and he see’s your face he smirks wide and slow. His eye brow raises slowly though, a look of ‘Still okay?’ Comes across his expression and you nod a little shyly. Feeling embarrassed but also…excited. The tattoo isn’t overwhelming, more like a light gentle touch keeping you awake but not enough to make you desperate. At least at first.

This continues for a few weeks, the strange but pleasant buzzing sensation inside you whenever he’s around. It’s tantalizing and you find yourself desperate to return home and bring yourself to orgasm every time you end up spending hours with him. It’s almost constant in a way you weren’t prepared for but definitely dont mind. Especially when he knowingly teases you or leans in and whispers in your ear telling you how pretty your red cheeks are. Or asking you why youre squirming so much with a knowing grin on his face.

When he asks if he can adjust the spell, letting you know what additions he’d like to make, you agree. The little secret between the two of you is thrilling and you truly want to discover more with him. This time the additions will include if he’s thinking about you and if he touches you with intention. What he only hinted at though was how the intensity was going to increase. He also told you that he was leaving something up for a surprise.

After he adjusts the spell, that night when it finally settles, you gasp awake. Your body is sweaty and you’ve slicked up enough that your underwear is damp. The once soft tingling sensation is now an intense direct feeling. It’s not truly enough to make you orgasm but it’s enough to make you sweat and squirm. Your clit is swollen and your entrance pulses with need and you genuinely cannot stop yourself from immediately reaching down to bring yourself to ecstasy. From the feeling, this had been going on for some time before you woke. Meaning Wukong has been thinking about you. The thought makes you shiver with excitement and flattery. Happy that his thoughts are currently consumed with you.

From here it’s a little more difficult to remain passive. Sometimes you can be spending time with your friends or completing a chore for the day when the buzzing starts up. It makes you weak in the knees and you have to do your best not to react too much. When he’s around and watching you it’s even harder. You know he sees how warm you are, the sweat starting to bead on your skin, and the slight tremor you have every so often. Your speech is breathier too.

Wukong clearly enjoys seeing you like this. His tail always swishing and his face while usually showing a smirk sometimes remains stoic. But his eyes. His eyes watch you with such intense desire and pride that it makes you almost want to beg him to touch you. He seems to relish in the fact that he can make you so needy that you have to press on your abdomen or cross your legs tightly as you sit down. His kisses now are always a little more on the heated side, but he still never lets them get TOO heated. You can see in his expression as he pulls back that he is testing his own patience. He whispers to you how delicious you smell, that he can smell you from across the way and he cant wait to finally drink from its source after youre married.

One night, not too long after the new addition was added to the spell youre lying in bed, getting ready to sleep when that now familiar tingling starts up inside you. Since youre alone you relax back and allow yourself to sigh at the pleasant buzz. That is, until it feels like something thick and blunt is making its way inside you.

Your eyes widen and you gasp, arching your back and spreading your legs unconsciously as the invisible object slowly starts to thrust in and out of you. A little panicked you reach down and under your clothes, a moan forcing its way out of your throat at the continued stimulation. Your hole is empty and definitely NOT being stretched open by anything but your fingers. The ghost sensation of something inside you is so visceral, so real though, and your body jerks and thrums as the object moves faster, hitting inside you just a little rougher too. Your whole body comes alive and it feels like not just your clit and pussy are are pulsing with need, but so are your nipples and all the little pleasure spots on your body.

You cant catch your breath and involuntarily our hips move, chasing the ghost sensation as you touch yourself. You’re so wet that the slick sound of your fingers dipping inside you makes you shudder and you quickly realize that THIS was the surprise Wukong had added. How he’s making you feel this way you dont know, but you DO know he’s thinking about you, heavily. Your orgasm comes so suddenly that you cry out and clamp down on your own fingers. The blunt object doesnt stop moving though, fucking you through your orgasm until youre shaking and near tears. It seems to move faster and faster, losing its own rhythm until finally it slams in and then stills.

You lie there panting, body sweaty and your legs still trembling as you finally are allowed to come down from your high. The tingling slowly dissipates to a low gentle feeling until it’s gone. Leaving you oddly satisfied and definitely curious.

When you pluck up the courage to ask him about it, Wukong gives you the biggest shit eating grin you’ve ever seen, his fangs on display. He first asks you if you liked it, which you nod with a little hesitation, mainly due to it being such a new thing. Your Monkey King then tells you that what you experienced was him fucking his fist while thinking about you. That as he touched himself your body was reacting accordingly, as though his cock was deep inside you instead of his hand.

The knowledge sets your body on fire and it sets his mind wondering too. You let out a little whimper as the tingling sensation comes back in full force, immediately ramping up your lust and desire. He reacts to your sounds and panting breath accordingly too, which doesnt help your situation. The kiss he gives you that day is the filthiest one you’ve received so far, and when you orgasm on nothing, not even a touch, Wukong looks at you like you’ve given him the stars & moon as a gift.

Your wedding day to him cant come any faster. Because while you enjoy this little secret game the two of you have been playing, enjoy feeling the ghost of his cock fuck into periodically when he cant contain himself and has to fuck his own fist….It’s not enough. You want to feel his warmth. Feel his claws digging into your skin as he pounds into you. His fangs marking you and his release filling you until he has nothing left.

- [ ] Once you guys get married this gets even worse (better). Especially with your permission of course, but he is going to fuck his fist when he KNOW’s youre doing things JUST so you have to try to fight to stay on your feet and not react.

- [ ] He’s going to be a major tease 24/7 since he doesnt ever stop thinking about you. Never stops wanting you.

- [ ] When he adds the addition about ‘can only come when you taste or receive his seed’??? Yeah good luck. Because he is going to edge the HELL out of you.

- [ ] He wont do it all the time dont worry, he does want to be inside you and fuck you just as much as he wants to watch you squirm for him.

- [ ] The cum thing though, let’s say hes been edging you for AGES. You’re in public and you NEED to orgasm. BADLY. You’re dripping and so fucking desperate for it. If he’s feeling nice (and you beg him so pretty for it), he will pull you to the side and maybe let you suckle his cock to taste his precum so you can orgasm finally. Or he will shove his hand down his pants and get it for you that way, sticking his wet fingers in your mouth since you’d gotten him so worked up. OR he will let you suck him off fully or will cum in your mouth, just the head of his dick past your lips while he strokes himself to you touching yourself.

- [ ] He may add or remove some stuff depending on what is too much or maybe you need a break - he’s good to you!

- [ ] If you’d like to experience a heat when he goes into a rut? Spell can take care of that.

- [ ] Extra fertility? He’s got you with the spell.

- [ ] Extra stamina or extra sensitivity? He can make that happen too.

- [ ] You being so turned on for him while he watches you squirm, waiting for you to reach your breaking point or begging point is something he will NEVER get tired of.

- [ ] You do have a safe word/phrase. This way, if you’re in public and he’s activating the spell around people, which he usually does because watching you and smelling you get so needy for him in secret is thrilling as fuck and turns him on, he doesn’t accidentally push you too far.

- [ ] That said, would he love watching you try to stifle an orgasm? Yeah. But only when he’s next to you so he can pull you into him and you can moan against him - your sounds muffled because those are FOR HIM.

- [ ] You boost his ego astronomically because of this spell, not only with your trust in him but because you WANT him just as much genuinely and not just because of the spell.

[nicromancytarot]

WHO IS COMING INTO YOUR LIFE ROMANTICALLY?

This is a general reading based on a collective of people. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. If you don’t feel the pile resonates with you, don’t be scared to try another, if it still doesn’t feel right, that’s ok! Maybe our energies aren’t as connected and my readings are not for you.

I do these strictly for fun and educational purposes. I don’t change for these readings and I do not fake readings. I would tell you the cards I got but I pull like 20-30 cards each reading and that just slightly a strenuous task to write them all down lmao.

PICK A CARD READING

I asked my spirit guides what you need to know about the next person who is coming into your life romantically, pick a pile and find out what they had to say!

Pile 1 ———> Pile 2 ———> Pile 3

PILE 1

This person is embodying the energy of the king of cups, they are giving off much more masculine energy, this doesn’t mean that they are a guy, however this person is more in tune with their masculine, leadership side. When you meet this person, they will be going with the flow, allowing life to take them wherever, and coincidentally they will find you.

I am getting the feeling that this person is new to most, if not all of you. So I’m not seeing any exes or reconciliations in this pile.

This person seems to have been going through something which led them astray or possibly ended in them getting hurt, for some this may have been a breakup.

Around the time that the two of you meet, they’re going to act like a taster for you, they’ll give you these little moments with them, which leave you waiting for more, yearning for them to allow you in some more, but you only receive a drip, a dribble of what they could actually give you.

They’ll keep this going on for a while, keeping you interested and guessing, during this time they may have you lined up as an accomplishment or trophy, they may still have feelings for an ex, and have you as a second option.

It will take a while to get out of the situationship and bring yourselves to something more committed and long term, honestly I’m seeing around 6-8 months of no label.

All while it can absolutely end well, it can give you what you desperately want in a relationship, the agony and anticipation may turn to be too much for you.

For those of you who choose to walk away from this without letting it grow or become anything more, you are making a good decision, you’re embodying the queen of wands energy, you don’t need anyone to define you or make you any more worthy than you already are.

For those of who choose to stay, be careful of your heart, make sure to protect your dignity and don’t let this person get you down, you can build something beautiful with a lot of patience and determination, however you are always ok to walk away.

PILE 2

A lot of you are getting over something at the moment, I’m unfortunately getting an ex, someone from your past who I’m not too sure that you received closure from when you last saw or spoke to them.

I do see this ex coming back into your life, if they come back during mercury retrograde, dawg bin them, we are in no need of negativity during this time! However, for those who do not come back during this current moment, either you will contact them, or they will contact you. I do see that a lot of you have some stuff to talk out with this past person.

The closure conversation won’t exactly go to plan, you may be sucked in by their drama, trauma dumping or a poor attempt to get you back. I do feel as though you will entertain this situation for a little, perhaps not too long, but long enough for some emotions and feelings to arise again.

However on the other side of things, you have someone completely new, someone who is willing to give you things that this past person wasn’t able to supply for you. This person is coming in hot and heavy, they will be very direct about what they want with you.

I feel like you’ve always been the one to make the first move, or admit your feelings, this person will turn your life on it’s head, they will be honest, direct, real and just very straightforward about what they desire.

They may say something along the lines of not wanting to be with you until you’re over your ex, this could be a drunken confession where you try to tell them that you are, and they tell you you’re not. It will either end up with you crying into their hands as they cradle your head, or some hot and heavy make out session lmao.

This person is willing to wait for you, they will be on the sidelines for as long as you need them to be. It doesn’t seem like they will be letting go easily.

The ex person is giving me twin flame vibes, meanwhile the new person is a soulmate.

So it’s either out with the old and in with the new, or out with the new and back to the old.

The choice is yours.

PILE 3

You guys seem to have gone through some type of break up as well lmao, something which forced you to let go of someone that you cared a lot about. If it’s not a relationship, then it’s a situation that had you up at night upset and stressing.

During this time there was this one person that you would confide in, this person was there to rub your back while you cried, and tell you that everything was ok.

They watched you through your healing journey, helping you become one with yourself and your expression once again, help you build yourself up until you felt comfortable in your own skin. This person is a people watcher, especially when it comes to you, they’re observing to the point of writing down every little thing about you, you could ask this person the colour of your eyes, or how many freckles are on your face and they would be able to answer without a second glance. They know you like they know themself.

This person may call you their flower or petal, you may have a flower relating name, something to do with how delicately they view you, you’re like a piece of china to them, one wrong touch and you’d break. They don’t want to break you.

They metaphorically stand by your bedside as you sleep, protecting you from every scary dream, or any unwanted negativity that could come your way, they want nothing more than to protect you and keep your safe, it’s their purpose.

You are Barbie, and they are just Ken. (No gender affirmed)

This person will wait for the right time before making their move, and when they do, they will resume leadership and continue to look after you for as long as you allow them to.

This person will love you like you have never been loved before, they will caress every inch of your skin as though you were sculpted by the Gods, they want nothing more than for you to be theirs, and them to resume being yours.

Because they will always be yours.

[revelboo]

Broken Arrow Pt 4

TFP Megatron x Reader-sympathy

• “Well? No clever comment?” Megatron growls, unable to keep the venom out of the words. Another loss. Another failure and he can feel your eyes on him. Delighting in the damage he sustained? Probably hoping that one day he won’t make it back. As if you’d survive a rotation without him. Servos clenching on his wounded arm, he feels the steady dribble of energon, but he’s suffered worse. Inflicted much worse. “Not going to gloat, little one?”

• Those sharp denta of his are stained with energon, a trickle of it running down his jaw. More leaking from his arm and it looks like that’s hanging on by a thread. Throat tight, your fingers tighten on the coils of your leash until the metal bites into your palm. He’s come back hurt before, but not like this. And as much as you hate him, this hurts you. Because it weakens that resolve to keep hating him and you need to cling to that. Need to remember he’s your enemy. You should be giddy that this monster can even be hurt, because someone has done this damage. Someone can stop him even if you can’t, but this- it hurts you to see this.

• Optics narrowing, he vents and sprays energon over his chassis, frame clenching in pain. Those eyes flash at him as you stride out of the shadows, face twisting in anger. Normally, he finds your fire amusing, but this is different somehow as you glare up at him like you’re not afraid at all. “You’re bleeding everywhere,” your voice is deathly quiet, tight with anger. And worry? Hardly. “Why aren’t you in the medbay?”

• Leaning, he snags you in his servos, lifting you to his chassis. Stiffening when you actually dare slap your tiny, soft hand against him. “What part of bleeding didn’t you understand?” Your voice grows louder. Angrier and there is worry there. Of course, if something happens to him, you lose your safety. Of course. You’re not worried about him, but your own hide. Chuckling, he carefully smoothes your hair back from your face with the tip of a servo, disguising the faint tremor in his hands by tapping you under your chin.

• “Worried for me?” He growls at you, far too amused for the amount of energon staining his side, his chest, his face. You’re half tempted to smack him again since he let the first one slide, and almost scared enough to follow through. How much of that stuff can he lose? “How sweet.” He’s mocking you, as that servo brushes your cheek almost tenderly.

• “How’s it going to look if you die because you’re too scared of the doctor to go get the bleeding stopped?” You snarl, because you honestly can’t think of anything more likely to get his giant, spiky butt in gear than questioning his bravery. Those angry red optics narrowing on you, his servo shifting to your head and pushing down until your knees thump against his armor, head bowing. And you know how easily he can break you if you’ve pushed him too far.

• “Careful,” he growls, easing up on the pressure pinning you down. “I might think you actually care.” Moving you out of the way, he stands slowly feeling every ache and pain. Your head’s still down, hands in fists, but you’re glaring up at him again. He feels that stare as he vents and makes his way to the medbay. You aren’t worried about him, just yourself, but you need him. And that’s enough. One person who needs him even as you hate him.

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[sashiavi]

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#2|Cunnilingus|#2

Harvey x Reader - Word Count - 2.1k

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Harvey was the face of professionalism. Honestly. His portrait would be plastered right next to the word in the dictionary if such a thing were possible. Always greeting his patients with a caring smile, a sympathetic tilt of his head and a soft hum from his throat as he listened to their queries.

He was nothing but reliable - He thought so at least - Performing his duties with the utmost patience. Slowly, purposely, with care and attention, dexterous in his movements performing the things he needed to do swiftly, oozing with easy confidence.

A pen click and a scribbled prescription here, a routine check-up there, a steady hand applying sticky butterfly stitches to poor Sam after another minor skateboarding mishap.

The clinic was a special thing, a space for him to rule over. A place where he was fully in control, in charge with the unique knowledge only he had access to thanks to his years of dedication - It had him overseeing his little pocket of town. The man had a sense of responsibility, with a multitude of things to stress and worry about, day in the moment he opened up those doors and day out when he finally said goodnight. From the early hours of the morning to when the sun finally sets itself over the horizon, Harvey was relied on, depended upon, really, by the townsfolk.

When the clinic finally closes up for General Practices, when those fluorescent lights flicker off and plunge the corridors into darkness, his duty for the day is over.

And so is Harvey’s strong, confident mark of control.

“Hi..” It's a simple word, soft and breathed through a sheepish laugh, the air from the sound brushing over the tender inner of your thighs and the decadent sweetness between them. Saliva pools under Harvey’s tongue, coating over his molars when he makes an effort to swallow it down. He looks at you, from down there, sitting neatly on the floor in between your legs while you half-sit before him, legs spread and body laid back, a hand cupping at his warm, flushed face.

”Hi,” You murmur back, a little quip of the corner of your lip twitching up in a soft smile, your gaze nothing but love-filled looking down back at him. Words were unnecessary. You both knew more than well what Harvey needed in these kinds of moments.

You can’t help but thread your fingers through the soft, grey-stricken brown curls of his hair, pulling away the locks that framed those darling, richly chocolate eyes. Harvey was looking up at you, from behind his neat brows, crinkled upward in a loving gaze. Yoba, that expression, he looked as if he were an eager little puppy, with a dazzly sparkle glinting in his pupils. His glasses teeter on an angle, pressed up with the scrunch of his nose, looking deliciously dishevelled and unkempt - By his own standards anyway - Tie loose, buttons undone on his dress shirt, hairs on his chest sweat stuck and exposed to the warm, dim light of the room.

He can’t help the soft, creaky whine of a groan that bubbled its way up his throat, the noise cut down into a muffle as his lips latch to the puffy bud of your clit with a wet kiss. His lips purse with the action, his wettening moustache tickling against his nose, prickly in the best kind of way, a brilliant roughness on your supple, sensitive spot. The man lets himself sigh into your wetness, lips parting just enough for his breath to billow a warmth against you. Harvey is quick to suck the air right back in through his nose, giving your cunt a shameless huff, inhaling the sticky-sweet essence dribbling for him. He can’t help himself, taking his helping of the drooly little thing he had the privilege of indulging in. 

This was perfect.

Absolutely perfect. The number one thing that Harvey needed right now; no paperwork, no blinding hospital lights, no attitude from his patients, no bumps or scrapes or bruises- Just you and him. 

Just Harvey face deep into the sweetness of your supple cunt, worshipping his tongue through your slicked-up folds, slathered in cream and spit. This was the dream, brain flickered off for the evening, lights dimmed and thoughts swept away from the forefront of his mind - His only focus being the sweet little bud of your clit, tangy on his tongue with each licking flick, so pretty and perfect for him to kiss and love on. 

He feels your hands move, fingers coming away from twisting through his hair, opting to carefully drag your finger pads down the curved bridge of his nose. Harvey’s fluttered eyes blink open, feeling the weighty frame of his glasses being lifted off of his face, pinched between your fingers. The reveal of his bare face has the man smiling a grin into your cunt, crows feet creasing by his eyes, thick brows finally on show as they pitch up with his loving gaze. His dark lashes accentuate those milky chocolate pools, the lack of a frame over the bridge of his broad nose now giving him extra special access.

“Mmmph.. So lovely…” Harvey lets himself breathe, warm against the heat of your core, a soft praise with a double meaning, so lovely for looking after him like that, so lovely for letting him devour your pretty, supple little cunt. So lovely for allowing the stringent man to wind down and indulge. He’s patient for the moment, letting you set the delicate frames of his glasses aside before those lovely fingers brush their way through his curls once more, twirling his hair so careful and gentle. Something he probably wasn't going to be by the end of the evening. 

It's like a switch is flicked, passionate and needy, diving into the folds of your cunt when that nose nuzzles into your clit, Harvey completely uncaring that his face was going to be all wet and sticky. The man was unminded at the wet stick of his moustache glossed and glued against his upper lip, all in favour of licking and lapping, sinking into the delicious depths of your cunt, daring to smush his face right into your folds. Any and all groans and breathless, crackled praises are lost in your core, lips squished into you as Harvey’s tongue flutters against your weepy hole. Those eyes close again, brow twitching with a needy expression, creased up and looking so sweet.

“H-Harvey~” Your voice only spurs on his mouth, guiding him along, that tone on the tip of your tongue making the man nearly beg to get lost in you.

His hand comes up, darling light olive skin looking beautifully warm in the evening lamplight, fingers long and dexterous as they splay lovingly over your lower tummy. He rubs a soft caress, fingers flattening to pet and soothe, the length of his thumb easily stretching out to circle slow, precise massages against your clit. You feel him smile into your folds, breaking the suckling licks for just a moment to appreciate the noises he pulls out of you. It's barely seconds before he dives back in, lips pursed and squished as his tongue fucks in and out of your sweetness, the tip of his nose crinkled with the passionate press of his lips. That thumb of his keeps up a steady pace, practised and all-knowing, rub, rub, rub, bumping your twitchy little bead into his nose while his tongue laps up all the gushy sweetness you had for him.

Harvey didn’t have to think hard about pleasuring you. The man follows his heart and the hard swell of his arousal, his body moving on autopilot as his brain switches off and turns to mush. Ohh.. You were so kind to him, carding those fingers through his hair, twisting the strands until they stung with the pull on his scalp, urging those brown, puppy-dog eyes to flick up- Oh so bleary and pretty, washed over with a soft dribble of tears bubbling at the corners.

His Adam's apple bobs with a thick swallow of cream and saliva, soft sounds muffled and breathless, choked on your taste, tongue drooly and eager to sink into the weepy depths of your pussy. Despite the aches, the kink in his neck, the sting of his wet, velvety muscle used to tongue fuck into you, the poor creaking spike in his knees- Harvey is uncaring of it all.

He's uncaring of the harsh, Yoba, it feels near bruising he’s sure, that strain of his cock pressing flush into the seam of his pants, the smooth velvet of his dick surely oozing a mess into his underwear. Pulsing, weeping, flexing with his pulse, all the blood that was supposed to be swirling in his head all gushing down into the pudge of his tip. He could hump, crane his poor hips and let his cock head graze that thin seam, get off on gravity alone- But God how could he? The stingy squish of his tip in his trousers was nothing in comparison to the decadent mess on his face, he’d rather drown in your wetness, and ignore the world. All in favour of fucking his tongue into your supple, clenchy hole.

“Harv’.. H-Honey~…” Your voice strains in his ears, past the dull ringing, the thick fog that had clouded up his mind. The Doctor muffles the sweetest little sound of acknowledgement, a wetly slurred “Mmhmphh..?” desperate to stay pressed into your core, just wanting to give.

So wet and absolutely messy- Juicy sounds of your slick and his tongue, mingling together to create the most obtusely vulgar noises. And married with those constant whines? The supple tension squeezing around your throat with each soft call of his name, every breathless mewl and soft-spoken swear? How could he pull away?

“Right there… that's it- don't stop, please don't stop-” Yoba, as if he could.

Right there. He’s right there just for you. Thumb turning into a quick and flicking rub, back and forth, back and forth, back n’ forth, backnforth! Wearing out his hand, feeling the cramp in his palm, determined to see through to the promising rush of your cumming cunt, squeezing and fluttering on his tongue. He doesn’t stop the moans, each breath of his he dares to take coming out with a tinge of his voice, appreciative and lulling, the noise cut with the pattern of his tongue appreciating your core. 

“Ohhh Yoba-!” Your hips crane and hump into his face, practically riding his nose, fucking back on his tongue- He takes it. Takes the rub of your cunt, chasing you with his tongue every pull back of your hips followed by a loud, suckling purse of his lips. His own name tumbles off your lips, “Harvey, H-Harvey~” Strung together and babbled out, hiccuped and jutting up higher and higher in tone until your throat lets you cry.

Your lovely voice announces your release, a choked-up “Cumming-!” squeaked from your throat while your fingers twisted into his hair. You sob, you keen, pulling him impossibly further into your folds while his eager tongue works you through.

He moans out with you when the first dribble of your arousal dares to squirt all over his chin, throat groaning a guttural sound, eager to drink everything you had for him right up. You don’t stop chanting his name, strung together in an eager babble, both hot with embarrassment as the gush on his tongue and twisted in sweet, erotic agony. Harvey wears the plush inner of your thighs on his ears, cheeks squished with the desperate snap of your legs attempting to press together in the heat of your orgasm- Yoba how it only makes him fall harder.

He was indulging in the decadent fruit of his labour. So syrupy and wet, tongue slurping against the juicy clench of your cunt while you squirt in his mouth, down his chin, making a hot and sticky-sweet mess just for him.

The man whimpers, a loving little pathetic noise, breathing in your essence, swallowing it down on his tongue, blindly kissing, nuzzling, mouthing around your folds and clit, doing his very best to milk your pleasure for as long as he can. So giving and polite, not a single hump of his hips or even a knuckle grazed to the swelling in his pants.

Just pure, unadulterated indulgence. Messy, greedy, giving up the majority of control to you. Letting the calculative part of his brain switch off in favour of slurping and suckling to his heart's content- Disheveled hair and flushed cheeks, blurred eyes blinked closed with bubbles of tears leaking down his cheeks, messy moustache glossed to his upper lip, the collar of his shirt drooping down one of his shoulders.

He left that face of professionalism back at the front door. 

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need some angst so bad — maybe where reader lives with george, arthurtv, chris — arthur major fancies her, but has noticed chris or george has been taking a liking to her, flirting, etc. maybe him getting jealous and confessing his love??? and if you wanted to spice it up a little, throw some angry sex in there

a new arthurtv fic that is yours to devour! there is lots going on in my current drafts and over on my google docs and a lot going of 'work in progress's that has been started - including 'locked in' which i know a lot of you have been asking about - and i'm hoping most of it will be with you guys soon! thank you for being so patient with me - life has thrown a few curve balls at me and i haven't been online as much as i hoped to be recently so it means a lot that you guys are sending in stuff to keep this stuff going, ha. <33 word count; 6.8k ** TRIGGER WARNINGS; SMUT, FOUL LANGUAGE, ANGST **

"He's been such a grump tonight."

YN looked over her shoulder and in the direction of where Arthur was sat sporting an unhappy look on his face; his lips pouted and in a sunken manner that she hadn’t seen a smile on all day, slouched down on the sofa and barely interested in the party happening around him nor the music that was clinging to the atmosphere of the room, with his eyes glued to his phone screen and his thumb tapping away as he scrolled his socials to distract and distance himself from the rest of the room. Keeping away from the chaos of the house party, where the majority of their friends had gathered to celebrate YN’s decision in moving in, was going on.

"He’s been weird with me all day," YN admitted and Chris couldn’t help but give her a strange look, eyebrows furrowed on his forehead, "I don't know what I’ve done wrong, or whether I’ve said anything to upset him, but he's barely spoken a word to me all night. I could have sworn he was so excited for this to happen."

"That is weird."

"I honestly don't know what I’ve done so I don’t know how to make it up to him or how to apologise to get him to come over and enjoy himself," YN frowned, turning in her chair and tearing her attention away from Arthur and looking back to Chris, clasping tighter to the red solo cup that held her drink in her hand, taking a sip from the straw that was peeking over the rim, the top completely sodden and chewed upon yet she couldn't be bothered to get up and grab a brand new one from the cupboard, "we're all having fun over here. Playing games, having a good time, singing and dancing, drinking all the booze. And there he is, grumpy and antisocial, sitting by himself and barely involving himself with anyone."

Chris leaned over the small gap between their stools and squeezed YN’s knee reassuringly, acting as a silent 'don't worry about it for now’, before retracting his hand after a brief moment so he could finish off the dribble of his vodka and soda left behind in his cup. Standing to his feet, he held his hand out and pulled YN from the stool she was sitting upon, with his intentions being to get her another drink because it seemed like she needed it. He could read Arthur like a book, having known him since they were school kids, and he didn’t want YN to get upset over the man having a moment of uncertainty in his own mind… a moment where Chris could tell Arthur was suffocating in a room full of those he was closest to.

"Let’s get a refill and join in with George’s game of 'ring of fire'. Take your mind off of him being grumpy. Everyone else is here for you tonight, yeah? Let’s enjoy that."

"I’m not sure I want to. Look at the state of that pint glass," YN frowned and looked at the glass in the middle of the dining table, filled with a concoction of god-knows-what. No doubt a mix of lagers and ciders as well as the spirits that everyone seemed to be on, "if I drink whatever they’ve mixed there, then I will definitely spew everywhere and christen the toilet in a way that won’t be pretty."

Chris couldn’t help but roll his eyes - there was no way she would turn down a drinking game and it made him feel internally frustrated knowing she was doubting her enjoyment because of Arthur feeling sorry for himself. It wasn’t like her to not get involved, to turn down an offer of shots, to stay away from the excitement of the party happening around her. He stood beside her at the kitchen counter, where there were bottles of half-filled Smirnoff and Gordons as well as Southern Comfort and Sourz littered around, and he topped up his drink with a lot more than a double vodka, simply eyeballing the amount of alcohol he wanted in his drink and YN couldn’t help but laugh at how his glass was practically more than half mixer and half booze. Following suit, without a care in the world on how much Southern Comfort she tipped into her used cup because she felt she’d gotten to that point of the night where the taste of alcohol had disappeared, pouring lemonade on top and watching as the bubbles almost fountained down the side.

And yet she couldn’t help herself, once she grasped her drink in her hand, from looking over her shoulder to see if Arthur wanted another beer opened. A peace offering, if you will, to clear the air between them and start fresh. She hadn’t seen him get up all night, nursing the same bottle of Peroni for over an hour and a half, and she was certain it was probably warm and very flat and not so pleasant to enjoy. Except her eyes landed on an empty sofa cushion, where he once sat, with his unfinished Peroni bottle forgotten about on the coffee table.

"Where did he go?"

Chris shrugged, "forget about him for the moment. Can we, at least, go and have a dance or something then? if you won't play a drinking game, at least have a boogie? This is so unlike you, YN. You’re usually the life of the party."

"I might go and see if I can find Arthur first," she stated and she turned back to look at him, a pang of guilt bouncing around in her chest when she saw Chris’ face drop with sadness, "I’m only going to see what's wrong with him. Maybe I can coax a smile off of him, get him to come out and have some fun. It doesn’t feel the same without him here. He needs to be here."

She turned away from the counter and stepped in the direction of the fridge, which was once filled with beer and chilled ciders as opposed to its usual job of chilling their day-to-day food, and pulled out a fresh, cold bottle of beer in her free hand, uncapping it with a bottle opener before worming her way through her friends, insisting she'd be back in a moment when they asked her to join in with them. With Sabina trying her hardest to pull her in the direction of the excitement, and George looking at her with a pleading look because he needed help in the game he suggested they play, and she could feel Chris following her until he took the empty seat beside Arthur Hill and tried his best to fit in to the game that must have been near completion. 

Her feet took her towards the small hallway that led to the bedrooms of the flat, stepping foot in front of the door that was opposite to hers and tapping her knuckle against the wood softly, tentatively calling out his name at a volume he should have been able to hear her.

"Arthur?"

She used her elbow to push on the handle so the door would open and, to no surprise, she found him sitting on the edge of his bed. His phone had been chucked in a frustrated throw, by the looks of how and where it had landed on the mattress beside him, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands with his fingers digging deep into his eyes as the silence of his room was broken by her voice. 

"Arthur, are you okay? You’ve been-"

"I’m fine."

It wasn't said maliciously but it had been said with a tone that felt harsh, snapping at her suddenly and it took her aback, the look on his face stern and unhappy and it dawned on her that she must have done something to upset him for him to speak in such a way. And she wanted to find out what so she could live with him (as well as George, Chris and Arthur Hill) with no animosity in the air to bring the mood down.

She stepped further inside his bedroom with a plan on breaking the barrier he had built to keep her away because she wanted to work things out, right then and there, kicking the door shut with her heel and hearing it click closed at the door frame.

"Something is wrong with you, Arthur. You’re bringing the enjoyment of the night down."

"Then go back out there and leave me alone. I didn’t ask for you to come and find me, YN."

His words hung heavy in the air and YN took a deep inhale of breath, trying not to let his mood and his words derail her on her plan to get him to come out and enjoy the celebrations happening on the other side of his bedroom door. Because she wanted him to come back out to enjoy everything with everyone, she wanted him to partake in celebrating this new venture for her and for the friends she was moving in with, she wanted Arthur back to his usual self. The anger in his words, the tone that wasn’t his usual tone, struck her inside and she could feel her heart beating heavy and fast behind her ribs, yet she held her ground.

"I don't want to go back out there whilst you’re so upset," she insisted, holding out the beer for him to take, "I brought you a Peroni in, a fresh one, because George is necking them like there's no tomorrow and they’ll-"

"I don't want it."

"At least-"

"YN, I said no," he grumbled lowly and looked at her properly, brown eyes dark and his jaw was tense, her eyes widening ever so slightly at his attitude, "go back out there with Chris. I’m sure he's wondering where you are."

YN scoffed heavily and shook her head in disbelief, setting the opened beer bottle down on the desk before placing her own cup next to it, stepping towards him and he stood up from the bed to move away from her. Shaking her head at how his assumptions - his silly and stupid guesses - had brought out a side that no one had ever seen come from Arthur.

"Is that why you're angry with me?"

"What?"

"You’re angry with me because I’ve spent more time with Chris tonight than you? Because I'm having a good time with him at my own moving-in party?" She questioned him and his eyes sporadically darted around his bedroom so he didn't have to look in her direction, chewing on the inside of his cheek because she could see right through him and he didn’t want her to know that… because, of course, she was right. "I’m right, aren't I? You’re jealous?"

"I’m not," he hissed, "I just don't feel like I’m in the partying mood."

"Rubbish, Arthur. That is total bollocks," YN cried out, "you were raving on and on and on about this party the other day. You went out and brought all the booze for us. The food. You were the most excited out of all of us to welcome me into this flat."

"Yeah, well… I guess things change, YN."

"Not as drastically as you’ve just changed over your stupid assumptions," she fired back at him in a tone that almost matched his, yet she couldn’t bring herself to speak to him so harshly, placing her hands on her hips and popping a hip, "Arthur, come on. what's the matter?"

The silence of the bedroom was thick with tension. Suffocating. Thick enough to be cut with a butcher's knife. And she could feel it as she stood and waited for an answer to roll off of his tongue. An answer that would come out sounding like an excuse as to why he wanted to hide away from everyone, with a frown pinching the features together on his face to accompany how he felt, instead of enjoying the party with all his friends as they celebrated this new venture they were about to embark on.

His heart was pumping behind his ribs, his hands turning into fists on either side of his body, and it took everything within him not to grab her face and project his feelings through the form of physicality rather than verbally, a desire to cover ravenous kisses along the expanse of her neck, showing her just what the problem was.

Because she was the problem.

He hated the way she had taken Chris up on his offer on going out for dinner before they joined in with the party later on that evening and he hated the way she was so excited to go out with him and how it was all she went on about for most of that day. He hated the way he had to help her choose an outfit to wear because she couldn't decide what looked better on her and he hated how she'd been around his friend all evening as opposed to hanging around with him. He hated how she made no effort to keep him included, how he wasn’t a priority during the night, how she seemed to be much happier talking to Chris than she had ever been with him. 

Which, if you asked YN, she would retort because of how ridiculous he sounded.

She didn’t think of it as a date and Chris had made it clear that it was just “lunch with a friend” to welcome her into the flat and explain how it was going to be the craziest path she’d gone down, and nothing but that. 

"Fine, you want to know?"

She nodded with no hesitation.

"You."

"Me?"

She pressed a hand to her chest and he could see the hurt in her eyes as she looked at him, her lips parted and her cheeks bright pink once she managed to look at him, her eyes beginning to water at each of the corners yet she refused to let any of her tears fall down her cheeks because he didn’t deserve them. In that moment, he was acting like an ass and she hated the man that was standing before her, glum and in a mood that had ruined what had been a good day. 

He didn’t deserve the attention was giving him… yet she couldn’t bring herself to turn on her heels and walk out the door.

"Yes," he said, "you. You've been the problem the whole night. In fact, all day. You've been a problem all day."

"What did I do?"

Her voice was shaky and she didn’t think she could trust herself to say anything in fear she let her true feelings come clear for him. Keeping her words short, to the point and brief, because she could feel the lump in her throat beginning to burn, making it hard to swallow and making her head ache. The tears built up more and more as it became tougher to hold them back and he could see them glistening underneath the bedroom lighting. He could see the upset he was causing yet he couldn’t stop himself from carrying on.

"Is Chris the reason you moved in with us? Because you just want to be near him all the time? You crave the male attention so much that you took us up on our offer so you could be closer to him?" Arthur questioned her intensely and she gasps, breath catching in her throat and she gulps back what she wanted to say, "I get the feeling, after today, that you love the attention he's given you."

"Arthur-"

"No, it’s my turn to speak since you wanted to know what the problem was," he held up his arm and lifted his finger to his lips for her to keep quiet, "all night, you've been hanging off of him. Standing with him, barely leaving his side, letting him get you drinks. You have other guests here and you choose to stand with him all night."

"He's my friend-"

"That’s total bollocks," he mocked her and she frowned heavily at him, "friends don't go out for romantic dinners. Friends don't touch each other's knees. Friends don't go to a party and pretend to be the only ones in the room."

"I-"

"You’re oblivious to everything, YN.”

He paused, and he really wanted to stop himself from talking because he couldn’t bear to look in her teary eyes for any longer and shout at her as he tried to navigate through his thoughts and his feelings and the emotions that came with it. And it dawned on him, in that moment, that he’d definitely taken it too far… 

“YN, you’re oblivious to me."

He swallowed thickly and, in that moment, he took in the look on her face that he really wished he hadn't seen. The way her eyes glistened under the gentle light of his room, the way she picked at her fingers as she tried to busy her mind, the way she stared at the ground once she saw him looking at her and not in the direction of his face.

"YN-"

"No, Arthur, please carry on," she whispered, "tell me how much of a slag I am for the male attention. Specifically from a man I have no interest in."

"I never called you a slag, for god sake," he said, rolling his head back and digging the heels of his hands into his eyes, groaning heavily in annoyance, "YN-"

"I wasn't trying to be a problem for you, Arthur. I didn’t think anything of it. Me and Chris, it was nothing. We never went on a date and nothing happened tonight. Whatever you think happened, it didn’t," she looked up from the carpet and took a look at his features, his eyes softer than they were before and he looked almost apologetic, "I don't like him like that."

"You really could have fooled me," Arthur grumbled and she rolled her eyes at him, "seriously."

"He’s fresh out of a relationship, Arthur. I don't think he's looking for anything," YN said, "I wouldn't do that to Shannon anyway. It’s girl-code not to go for a friend's ex-boyfriend. It’s not right and I’m not going to ruin a friendship for a man who has been my friend for years."

He perched himself back down on the edge of the bed, just inches from where he had sat before, and let his back fall against the mattress with a heavy groan releasing from deep within his gut. Almost sounding embarrassed for jumping the gun, for assuming, for not being a grown man and, instead, acting like a schoolboy who had just had his heart broken by his first crush. And as much as she wanted to sit beside him, to calm the atmosphere down and to give him an understanding explanation that was a lot more chilled out now they’d taken a moment to breathe, YN couldn't help but stand and watch him as he covered his face with his hands. She felt nervous just standing in the middle of his bedroom, unsure of whether she should leave him to wallow in self-pity or stay and work things through with him, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

"If you weren't so anti-social tonight and kept yourself away from the party, you would have realised that me and Chris were talking about you," YN broke the silence, taking slow steps towards to where he was sprawled out on his bed and sitting herself down beside him, her thigh connecting with his, "I was talking about you, Arthur. Because I care about you, you’re probably my best friend out of the four of you living here, and me and you… we were so excited to finally be living under the same roof. I wanted you out there, I wanted you next to me and in the conversation so I could talk to you."

He refused to look at her, burying his head further into the palms of his hands because the more she spoke, the worse he felt. She wrapped both her hands around his wrists to pry them both from his face, revealing the guilty look that pinched his features together once he’d realised he’d overreacted over something that he’d created in his mind. His eyes stayed trained upon his ceiling, as much as he wanted to look at her and take in her appearance, because he knew he’d cave once he made eye contact with her. She let go of his wrists and he clasped his hands together and rested them on his chest.

"Why?"

"Because it felt weird that you weren't involving yourself like you normally do. I wanted you to come and enjoy the party with us," YN admitted, "with me."

"You could have invited me over," he grumbled and, eventually, he shifted his vision and looked at her, his eyes no longer looking dark and were filled with a little more emotion, soft and sweet and like his usual self, "I’m sorry. I guess I got a little jealous."

"A little?"

"Okay," he puffed out a breath and laughed softly and she smiled, watching as he sat himself up and twisted his body around so he could look at her face-on rather than with a craned neck to the side, "a lot. I got jealous and let it come between us."

"I don't like Chris like that. He's my friend. Now my roommate. I don’t want him. But, you," she took both of his hands in her own and squeezed them tightly with her fingers, letting her thumb brush over the skin just below his knuckles, "you're just something special, Arthur Frederick. You have me intrigued."

The way his full name rolled off of her tongue erupted something inside of him that felt volcanic hot and he longed to hear it again.

"How so?"

"I want to explore you," she brought her bottom lip between her teeth and she chewed on the soft and pink flesh and he could have sworn his cock twitched in his trousers at the momentary look she gave him as she gave her lip a nibble, "all of you, Arthur. I want you. I don't want anyone out there. I don’t want Chris. I want you. I’ve always wanted you."

"Then have me," he whispered, low and raspy and the way his breath fanned across her face made her feel weak at the knees and she knew she would have fallen to the floor if she was standing so she was thankful for the soft material beneath her that kept her a little more stable in the situation, "I'm all yours, YN."

And that’s all it took.

The party outside the door faded away and the space between them became minimal and, as their breaths mixed together, he brought his hands up to cup her cheeks perfectly in his palms, bringing her closer in hopes to close off the gap between their bodies and not just their lips, hastily and quickly in a kiss that the two of them had longed to endure for a while. His lips tasted like beer whilst hers tasted like lemonade and a hint of whiskey from the Southern Comfort liquor she’d been sipping on all night, his favourite taste on someone who’d become his favourite person, and it only enticed him to deepen their kiss. Her arms hung around his neck, fingers clasping around the hairs at the nape of his neck, to encourage the encounter happening between them to become more lust-filled, more deeper.

“Are you sure about this?”

She felt her back hit the mattress as they shuffled into a more comfortable position on the bed, her head sinking into the pillow that cradled from her neck and up, and it wasn’t long before the view of the ceiling was intercepted by his face and her breath hitched in her throat. His hair fell over his forehead, eyes drunk on the sight of the girl he’d been longing for beneath him, forearms placed either side of her head and he used his upper body strength to prop himself up above her. 

“I’m sure,” she whispered, her resolve staying calm and steady and unwavering as the moment presented itself perfectly, “so sure.”

She brought his head down to her level using the grip she had clasped into his hair and their lips joined together in yet another devouring kiss, his tongue on a mission for entry into her mouth, which made her stomach tingle and her fingers tighten around his hair. His tongue collided with hers, muscle fighting muscle, and she could see why he was so proud in telling the world that it was his strong muscle in his body. The atmosphere had changed from a suffocating and tense feeling where neither of them could bear to look at the other to a slightly more unbearable and suffocating sexual tension that felt like a scratch both of them needed to itch. His lips worked their way down her jawline, peppering wet and open-mouthed kisses across her skin, before his face disappeared into the crook of her neck. Slowly lowering his body upon hers, one knee keeping her legs from closing fully and one keeping him stable and holding some of his weight so he wasn’t squashing her. Nibbling at her flesh, sucking and leaving marks behind that he wanted everyone to see once they walked out of his bedroom, and deep down, he wanted Chris to see. In hopes that he’d get the hint that she was his and no one else’s. That she wanted him and had eyes for no one else. That their date, that she said wasn’t a date but was definitely a date in Chris’ eyes, meant nothing but lunch with a friend. That he was one of the reasons why she was now living across the hallway and not across the city.

The feeling of his stubble scratching at the skin of her neck brought goosebumps up on the surface of her arms, the way his weight situated upon her and the way his hands roamed her body sent a shiver down her spine, and the way she felt his breath fan across the skin of her exposed collarbone made her sink deeper into the mattress beneath her. Certain that she had melted into a puddle, much like a snowman melting on a warm winter’s afternoon. The noise of the party just outside his bedroom door went completely forgotten about. The muffled bass of the music pounding the walls, yet neither of them cared for the people out in the living room because they were too sucked in with being with each other.

It wasn’t long before she found her fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt, shoving the material off of his shoulders to reveal the sleeper build he kept from the internet, his body sitting up for a moment so he could shrug it off and throw it aimlessly in the room, going completely forgotten about for the moment, and landing in a place in his room that he didn’t really obsess over because he was desperate to get back to the taste of her. His hands repaying the favour as he slid his hands underneath the hem of her t-shirt and he used his wrists to slide it over her head, revealing the plump swells of her breasts decorated with a lavender laced bra that cupped them perfectly. 

“I’d like to think you wore this for me.”

“How do you know I didn’t?” She whispered in response, unknowing of the ache in his belly that had started to form, “how do you know I didn’t anticipate this?”

She felt exposed as she lay beneath him, her chest on full show, as he looked like a hungry schoolboy drinking in her appearance in a fantasy he dreamt about too frequently. The only piece of clothing still attached to her body being the ripped jeans that gave less to the imagination; hanging loose around her hips with a slight rip at one knee and a gaping hole on her opposite thigh that ran down to her other knee. 

“You drive me crazy,” he admitted, leaning back as his fingers worked on undoing the button of his trousers and it enticed her to do the same, toying with the button of her jeans so she could give him the opportunity to pull them free from her legs, “I’d have made a move sooner if I wasn’t so stupid in my feelings.”

“You weren’t stupid, you idiot,” she rolled her eyes at his dramatics and watched as he pushed away from her body and back onto his knees, awkwardly shuffling out of his trousers and kicking them off the edge of the bed, letting them fall in a heap at his bedside and revealing the hardening bulge that stretched his boxers to accommodate his throbbing and pulsing cock. She felt herself tingle between her legs at just how he was feeling in the moment and she was glad he was eager for this to happen as much as she was, “we don’t need to dwell on that now, right? Don’t ruin the moment, Arthur. Not now.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmured, digging his fingers into the waistband of her jeans and giving them a tug to reveal the matching, lavender-laced pair of knickers that matched her bra, “christ.”

“Come on, silly boy, what are you waiting for?” 

She lifted her legs and watched as he pulled the denim from over her ankles, tossing them behind his head and she watched as the material nearly wiped his desk clean, knocking over his pen pot that spilled over his desktop. Something he could worry about once the morning came along. He didn’t seem to care, though, as he pressed his face into the flesh of her stomach and let his mouth drag across her skin. Skin that was so soft and so smooth against his stubble-dusted cheeks and, with a deep inhale, she smelt like the coconut shower gel that lingered in the steam of the bathroom after she was finished with her shower. Her fingers combed his hair as his curled into the elastic of her knickers, pulling them free from his skin having left tiny indentations upon her hips, as she couldn’t have anticipated the moment more.

“Fuck the foreplay, Arthur.”

“But-”

“I need you.”

It came out as a beg and she didn’t care how pathetic or needy she sounded to him. She was desperate to feel him slide between her dampened walls, that were calling out for him, screaming to feel satisfied by his touch. As much as she wanted to be devoured by his mouth, she just needed to feel something better. Arthur's eyes darkened with desire at her words and he paused for just a moment, searching her face to make sure she was certain. And, when she gave him an eager nod of encouragement and gave him the answer he was hoping for, he wasted no more time.

“Another time then,” he grumbled with a rasp in his throat, “trust me, I’ll have you on my tongue next time.”

That made her feel giddy.

Next time.

Oh, there was definitely going to be a next time.

There was no way she wanted this to be a one time, drunken night spent with him after a silly argument where they had finally confessed a tiny inkling of their feelings towards each other. She was obsessed with his touch, his stare, the way he focused his attention on her in a room and she was under a spell when he had her right where he wanted her. A spell cast upon her, and only her, when he spoke so eloquently and intriguingly.

The room was spinning and she felt even drunker; maybe the many Southern Comfort’s she’d necked prior to this moment, in the kitchen mixed with dribbles of lemonade, didn’t help but he definitely had a way with words that made her knees- no, her entire body, go weak.

“We’ll have to see how well you do here,” she grinned cheekily and he shook his head in amusement, “don’t make me wait any longer, Arthur. I need you.”

And he obeyed.

She watched him intently as he dug his hand beneath the elastic waistband of his boxers and pulled them down to the tops of his thighs, wrapping his fingers around the girth of his length and giving himself a couple of pumps with his wrist before he situated himself above her. He positioned himself between her legs, his eyes locked on hers as he slowly pushed inside her, wanting to watch every emotion that tore through her body, eliciting a soft gasp from between her lips as she welcomed him into her warmth. The feeling of him stretching her, filling her completely, had her insides burning with ecstasy. He paused for a moment, letting her adjust to his size, waiting for her to give him the go ahead to continue.

"You okay?" he whispered, his face inches from hers, “tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop.”

YN nodded, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him closer, gulping back the moan that was bubbling to escape, knowing she wouldn’t be able to keep her volume at a level that kept their escapade a secret.

"Perfect," she breathed out slowly, “it feels perfect.”

Arthur started to move, setting a steady rhythm as he rocked his hips against hers, and YN clung to his shoulders tightly. Her nails digging into his skin as pleasure coursed through her body, leaving tiny crescent-shaped indents in his skin, decorating his shoulders with a mark of the satisfaction she was feeling. Their lips meeting, again, in a passionate kiss that muffled their moans as the party continued just outside the door.

"Fuck," Arthur groaned, dropping his forehead to rest against hers as he bottomed out and let the pleasure take over his entirety, "you feel amazing."

YN wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even closer as she adjusted to his size. After a moment, she rolled her hips experimentally, urging him to move and he took the hint and began to thrust, starting with slow, deep strokes that had YN arching her back in pleasure.

"More," she panted, digging her nails into his shoulders, "faster, Arthur."

He obliged, picking up the pace and angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside her with each thrust. The room filled with an array of sounds; the sloppiness of his thrusts as he pleased her with his throbbing length, the heaviness of his breathing that escaped from his parted lips as he gave her exactly what she wanted with an amount of effort that he hoped was enough to show her how much he longed for what was happening, the sultry moans and appraisals that flowed off her tongue each time he managed to press at her internal buttons that had her squirming beneath him and gripping his skin tighter. The pounding of the bass music happening just outside the door getting even more muffled by how they weren’t holding back on keeping non-verbal.

He could feel the knot in his stomach unravelling every time she tightened her walls around him and, in his own clouded mind, he was hoping she was getting as close to a climax as he was. His thumb rubbing circles beneath her clitoral hood and her hands came up to hold either side of his face, keeping his eyes on hers.

“Please,” he whispered softly down to her, “do it with me, yeah?”

She nods in response and gulps back the thick lump in her throat, his thumb working harder on rubbing continuous circles on the small ball of nerves between her folds, her legs quivering around his hips and he could feel the way the hold on his face was loosening around his cheeks. Moan after moan after moan escaping her gaping mouth and her hands come down to cover her eyes, feeling the white hot and piercing knot in her stomach screaming out to loosen up, her toes curling as she allowed herself to lose control and release all the built up tension in her body that came with the pleasure he was applying to tiny bundle of nerves. His orgasm soon followed suit, painting her stomach with his release, his groans becoming slightly more guttural and raspy and she combed her fingers through his hair as he dribbled the last few drops onto her skin.

He fell on the bed beside her, adjusting his boxers so he maintained a slight amount of modesty, gulping back the dryness in his throat that made him crave that Peroni she had entered his bedroom with. Her heavy breathing made her chest rise and fall, his own chest falling rapidly rhythmically, and their elongated heavy exhales were the only thing that kept the room from complete silence - that and the music coming from the speakers in the living room… and oh boy, were they glad of that because it saved an awkward conversation once they left the room to join the rest of their friends.

“What do we do now?”

“I think,” he paused for a moment…

… and YN thought it was to add some effect to the words he wanted to say yet in his own mind, that was still clouded and fuzzy from the post-orgasm feeling, he wasn’t entirely sure what their next move was. He was still trying to find the words to explain how he had longed for the moment where he got to kiss her, how he wanted to hold her, how he had thought about the kind of intimacy they brought to the bedroom.

“I think we get you cleaned up first and then we go from there,” he laughed and she suddenly felt a little dirty. Not that it was a dirty act or anything but it was made more apparent to her that what had happened had actually happened and it wasn’t a dream or a daydream, “yeah?”

She hid her face in the crook of his neck and nodded gently, a slight wash of embarrassment wavering over her as she tried to ignore how she was covered in the ending of his arousal, and felt his lips press against her hairline.

“But I think we figure out the next move together,” he suggested, craning his neck so he could look down at her, her forehead glistening with a thin sheen of sweat and her eyes were glossed over, yet they held a form of passion that had his tummy tingling and had him unable to look away, “there’s no denying what just happened. We might as well see what happens next.”

“But what does it mean for us?” She wondered curiously, a hint of hope in her words that his next sentence was going to be something she wanted to hear, “what do we figure out together?”

“I think we give it a shot,” he said, “I’m not letting you go. Not now, not ever. And I’m game to try us out if you are.”

There’s a silence that falls around the room, broken ever so slightly by a brief cheer of appraisal at the change of song happening out in the living room area, and he doesn’t need to hear her verbal answer to his question. The gentle squeeze she gave him, from the arm draped over his hip, was all he needed to know she was game for whatever life threw at them next.

There’s a silence that falls around the room, broken ever so slightly by a brief cheer of appraisal at the change of song happening out in the living room area, and he doesn’t need to hear her verbal answer to his question. The gentle squeeze she gave him, from the arm draped over his hip, was all he needed to know she was game for whatever life threw at them next. 

“I’m glad you didn’t stay mad at me,” she whispered softly, looking up at him as he looked down at her, sweat covering his skin and his fringe sticking to his forehead, “you’re the last person I want to upset, Arthur. Ever.”

“You didn’t upset me,” he responded, a lopsided smile on his lips that was full of tiredness but complete euphoria, “it was me that upset me. My own fault for being jealous and blinded by my own assumptions, I guess. I never actually bothered to know the truth and I should have just grown up and told you how I felt from the beginning.”

“I might have to make you jealous a bit more often,” she giggled softly, placing her hand flat against his stomach, “I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had. With anyone.”

“Don’t flatter me,” he snorted out a laugh and stretched an arm out around her shoulders and pulled her closer into his side, “do you think we can enjoy this moment a bit longer or should we go and show our faces out there?”

“Soon,” she closes her eyes in content and lets out a heavy, happy and satisfied sigh, “let's just enjoy this moment for a little bit longer. Let them wonder.”

if you got this far then thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed this one as much as i enjoyed writing it... it's definitely one i'm proud of! my inbox is always open, too, so feel free to send in some ideas and flood my messages with stuff you guys wanna talk about! x

[pbnbucks]

HAILEY SMUT PLSS

i own you.

i got you 😉😉

word count : 1430

warnings : cursing, smut, physical altercations. public sex.

summary : you play for south carolina and hailey and you where guarding eachother and and a few words where said

“bitch im from New Orleans this my state.” you said to the blonde in front of you. you where heated as you made a 3 on her as she tried to block it. she had nothing on you. you where from Louisiana so you had no issue playing against Louisiana state, like you said this was your state. she walked towards you and bumped your chest and said “you lost to iowa shut the fuck up” this stupid white girl. you tried to push her off of you but before you could Kamilla was quick to step in between you. “Y/n calm down, games almost over lets just win this” thankfully your girl Kamilla was always looking out for you and making sure you don’t get into trouble as the teams started to form a circle and refs where walking up to you guys getting ready to hand out techs. you quickly walk away not wanting do get any more fouls as you already had 3. you want back to your position death staring Hailey and the game starts with angel having the ball trying to get out the tight position with Kamilla guarding her and she passes it in between Kamilla’s legs to Hailey, and Hailey dribbled the ball into the paint making a layup that you tried to block but only missed by 2 inches. “yeah, Y/n your my bitch” you push her to the floor the second you hear those words leave her mouth causing Faujae to come to you and push you away from Hailey but as soon as Flaujae touches you, you see hear knocked to the ground by Kamilla. the teams quickly surround you guys and you hear the refs whistle blow as you see that you, Kamilla and your teams entire bench being ejected to the locker room as well as Louisiana’s bench along with Flaujae. you try and argue but the ref quickly dismisses you and ignores you, you and your team walk to the locker room and you throw yourself into a seat pouting and Kamilla sits next to you reassuring you that our team will be fine and we where going to come out with the dub. once the game was over and you seen that you won interviewers came into the locker room to interview your team after the physical encounter with yours and Louisiana’s bench. Holly Rowe was the interviewer and you had experience with her so it wasn’t awkward and she knew how to hold her tone with you respectfully so she started it with calm questions but you knew the real reason why she was there, she wanted to talk about Hailey. “Y/n what happened on the court with Hailey out there, what did she say to you?” you truly felt bad for the way you handled Hailey. you wanted to apologize cause at the end of the day you should have held yourself together instead of letting her get that reaction out of you. “honestly Holly i don’t remember what she said but thinking about the moment i should’ve handled it better, i have nothing but good things to say about Hailey she has had a great season she is a great player and the way she handled the situation was very professional and when i get the chance i will apologize to her and i would like to apologize to Kim Mulkey as well because im not that type of player and i regret the way i acted in the moment.” she nodded a long and wrapped it up with questions about how you felt about winning and if you think your team will make it to the final 4.

after all the press and interviews you made your way out of the locker room only to see Hailey dealing with interviewers, you quickly make eye contact deciding you wanted to take it as your shot to apologize so you wait for the interviewers to leave to start your apology. “Hailey i know you probably don’t want to hear this but i just wanted to apologize for the way i acted on the court im just really competitive and that isnt a excuse but im really, really sorry.” she just sits there for a second and laughs at you. “your really expect me to believe that half ass apology.” she was right your apology was really shitty but you where sincere “it isnt a half ass apology im serious im really here to apologize.” trying to convince her that you where serious was harder then you expected, she was clearly holding some animosity “okay.” you sat there waiting for her to say something else but quickly realized she blamed you for the whole thing “so you don’t want to apologize for the way you acted? you played a part in this to.” she scoffs rolling her eyes. “what do i have to apologize for your the one who acted like a child on the court. all i said was that your my bitch because you are.” she shrugs her shoulders with no emotion, her body was all sweaty and her jersey was showing off her strong muscles fitting her body in the perfect places “last time i checked i won so if you want to be real, your MY bitch Hailey.” she smirks while thinking for a second on what to do next she looks around seeing if there was any reporters in the hallway still, her hand quickly finds its way to your neck pulling you in for a kiss.

you find yourself in your locker room in a make out sesh with the girl you just assaulted on the court. her body’s on top of yours holding your wrist above your head as your back arches onto her stomach. your hands are pulling at the hem of her jersey begging her to let you take her jersey off. she takes her jersey off along with yours and your shorts leaving you in your bra and panties. your mouth finds her way back to your neck leaving a trail of kisses all the way down to your stomach. her fingers lingered on the hem of your panties as she placed kisses on your inner thighs teasing you, you groaned in frustration wanting her to touch you. “Hailey, please just touch me already” you can feel her smile against your thighs as she pushes your panties to the side running her fingers through your folds placing small kisses on your clit. before you complain again you feel her mouth attach to your clit with her toung running through you wet cunt. she brings her right hand up to play with your breast leaving the left one around your waist to hold you down. “Hailey… please don’t stop, feels so good.” you arch your hips into her face trying to get her closer if it was even possible. “i wont baby, promise” you let out a soft moan bringing your hand to her head getting tangled in her hair “so pretty” you whimper at the feeling of her mouth leave you soaked cunt. “yeah? 1 finger pretty or 2 finger pretty?” now her fingers teasing you, rubbing fingers on your clit ���f-fuck, 2 finger pretty” she slowly enters her middle and rings finger into you while rubbing figure eights on your sensitive clit, you felt a knot forming in your stomach getting so close to your release. “m’gonna cum” you struggled to get your sentence out feeling the knot about to explode. “hold it just a little longer pretty. you think you can do that?” you whimper at her words nodding your head and she continues her assault with your pussy as she brings her mouth making heart shaped hickeys on your neck while mumble sweet nothings into your ear. “its okay baby you can let go now” her words where enough to make your vision go blurry and you arched your back off of the cold for and she talked you through your orgasm “yeah thats it, just like that all over my fingers” you where at loss of breathe as the blonde girl slowly took her fingers out of you making you feel empty again as she licked her fingers while looking at you under her “you look so pretty fucked out like this” you grab at her waist pulling her on top of you into another kiss she pulls away making eye contact with you as she says “so what was that about me being your bitch again?”

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Hurricane Joy

Written for the STWG Daily Prompt "applesauce". This is just a little snippet of a universe where Steve's parents left him with a little half sister, and he and Eddie are dancing around some feelingsssss

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“Joy, I’ll pay you five bucks to eat. You want five bucks? You can do so many things with five bucks!” 

“Careful there, Harrington. Don’t all those parenting books say bargaining with children develops bad habits?” Eddie asked as he entered the kitchen, finding Steve sitting in front of Joy with applesauce absolutely covering both of their faces. 

“They’ve never had to take on Hurricane Joy and the applesauce of doom,” Steve groaned, pouting in Eddie’s direction as he walked further into the room, pausing to pat Steve on the back as he approached the two. 

“So how is our baby bean today?” Eddie asked, pressing an exaggerated kiss to the top of Joy’s head and listening to her squeal in glee as he did. 

Sure, she had been named after Joyce, but a part of Eddie was honestly convinced that Joy had heard her name once and then made it her mission to live up to it every single second of the day. Even her epic meltdown moments ended up being funny to watch. 

“Well she’s happy as a clam, but breakfast has taken,” Steve paused to look at his watch, sighing and shaking his head when he saw the time, “Over an hour. Applesauce is my enemy, Eds, I swear to god it is.” 

“Well maybe if you stop making faces at her it would go faster,” Eddie suggested, barely holding back his laughter as Steve gave him the world’s bitchiest look before turning back to Joy with renewed vigor. 

“I’m not making faces,” Steve said, continuing to make weird faces at the baby as he tried and failed to spoon applesauce into her mouth. Joy cooed at her brother’s antics, smiling a bright gummy smile as the applesauce dribbled out of her mouth. 

“C’mon, Joy, work with me,” Steve begged, holding out the spoon, “Don’t you love me? Don’t you want me to be happy?” 

Joy burbled, grabbing at the spoon and trying to yank it out of Steve’s grip, flinging applesauce everywhere as she did. Eddie dodged the bit that had been heading for his hair, trying not to burst into laughter as he watched a glob land directly in the middle of Steve’s forehead. 

“Maybe her favorite babysitter should give it a shot?” Eddie offered, trying to act like he wasn’t dying from laughter inside. Most of the time Steve took things fine, but Eddie knew there was a deeply hidden part of his best friend that took every single ‘failure’ as even more evidence he wasn’t cut out to raise his half-sister on his own. 

“Her favorite babysitter is Wayne and you know it,” Steve said with a sigh, voluntarily releasing the spoon and walking over to the sink to wash himself off. 

“Yes, but Wayne was the one who used to get me to eat when I was in silly moods too,” Eddie replied, unable to keep from changing his tone to complete babytalk as he sat in front of Joy. It was just impossible to not want to make those chubby cheeks turn up into a big grin, “Yes he was. I was a silly boy just like you’re a silly silly girl!” 

Joy wiggled in her high chair, slapping her hands down on the tray table as she babbled. 

“And how exactly did he do that?” Steve asked dryly, wiping his face on a clean washcloth and tossing it over his shoulder as he leaned against the sink. 

“Usually with pliers and a crowbar,” Eddie immediately shot back. 

He waited for a few seconds, watching Steve get paler and paler until he was forced to put the man out of his misery. 

“Kidding! Geez, Stevie, lighten up.”

“Sorry I guess I’m just nervous,” Steve said, flapping a hand as he walked closer, reaching down with the washcloth to clean up Joy’s face, “Since it’s the first time…”

He trailed off with a sigh, avoiding eye contact with Eddie and focusing on Joy. Completely unaware, she looked up at her brother, sticking her tongue out and cackling to herself as she did. 

She truly was the world’s cutest baby, but Eddie had someone equally cute he needed to focus his attention on. 

“Everything’s fine now, I promise.” Eddie said, putting down the cup and spoon and coaxing Steve into a hug. He held Steve tight, feeling the other boy clinging on just as hard, burrowing his face into Eddie’s shoulder as he released the tension that had been holding him hostage since the moment Eddie walked in.

It made sense that Steve was so frazzled. This was the first time he was leaving Joy home without him.  

“You’ll go to your shift, you’ll come home with a VHS, we’ll put the baby down, and we’ll celebrate, just you and me” Eddie said, laying the day out in easy to follow steps and hoping that would ease some of Steve’s anxiety, “Me and Joy will stay here the whole day. The only place we’ll go is in the backyard, and I’ll make sure she wears a jacket and shoes if we do,” 

“Starting to sound pretty domestic there Munson,” Steve mumbled, but Eddie could hear the smile on his lips. 

“I’m a regular Lucy Ricardo,” Eddie declared, pulling away from Steve and gently pushing him towards the door, “Now shoo. Go bring home the bacon, Big Daddy.” 

Steve turned red in a second, even the tips of his ears burning a dusty rouge as he shoved Eddie away and spluttered for something to say. It was a lot harder for Steve to think of snappy comebacks now that he had implemented a no cursing rule in the house, and Eddie was planning on taking advantage of that in every way he could. 

Joy was amazing for everything she did, even the unintentional things. 

“I love you, baby. I’ll be home soon. You be a good girl for Eddie,” Steve crooned, giving Joy a thousand kisses before he turned to leave, pausing for a second before walking back over and pressing a firm kiss to Eddie’s cheek. 

“Be home at five, Darling. You better have dinner in the oven and waiting,” Steve ordered, flashing Eddie a tricky little grin before he disappeared out the door. Eddie blinked rapidly at the air in front of him, as if he could will Steve back into existence so he could demand to know exactly what the fuck had just happened. 

“Your brother’s trying to kill me, Joy.” Eddie moaned, hiding his face behind his hair as Joy continued to shout nonsense words in his direction

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Changes pt 2

Ellie Williams x female reader !

A/n: it's here at last ... I hope you all enjoy it I honestly don't have much to say but, pt 3 ? Also this whole idea was inspired by a show slightly, if you can guess what it is down below I'll give you a kiss 😁!!

Summary: Ellies the bad girl in the school but she takes a liking to the reader, everyone's worried but the reader somehow changes her for the better ... or does she ?

Warnings: drinking, smoking, the mention of drugs like once. Swearing ? Mentions of anxiety and a beginning panic attack ! Think that's all :)

Masterlist || pt 1 ! Pt 3 !

A few weeks had past, and your bond with Ellie grew even stronger. You spent most of your time with her, although that wasn't very liked by the people around you. "She's gunna hurt you Y/n." Your roommate, Angela warns for what felt like the hundredth time. You know you should probably listen, but maybe Ellie just hasn't been around the right sort of people. Maybe she's changed. You were convinced that's what it was. As you started to get to know Ellie you learnt she was actually quite smart. She knew so much, but she constantly turned up late to classes. Never paid attention. You were confused as to why, she was so talented and bright, why would anyone throw something like that away.

You were currently walking down the halls on your way to your favorite place, yes ofcourse the library. It was like your home away from home. As you walk in you spot Ellie sitting there, doing her usual dribbles and doodles. "Whatcha doin there?" You beam at her as you sit down in a chair close to hers. She looks up at you and gives you a smile. "Just sketching, nothing exciting." She continues to look at you as you get a few things out. "How's the book?" She asks, setting a pencil she held on the table infront of you both. "Its the best, I've been reading it non-stop." You smile more at the question. She just smiles at your smile. "Told you, it's such a good read." A silence filled the air, not an awkward one, or a comfortable one. Just a silence, one that was as if there was something still to be said. You could feel it, so you look up at her. She was just looking at you, admiringly. But for some reason she stops, clearing her throat a little bit and getting back to her drawing. Odd? Maybe a little.

Ellie knew she wasn't the relationship type. She knew she wasn't classed as 'good' she knew she flunked on many things. She knew this. So why does it feel like she's feeling something for you. That never happens, she uses people- as bad as that sounds she won't sugar coat it, she knows she's done wrong. Is she going to do it to you too? She had no idea and the thought honestly frightened her, she's never felt this way for anyone in her life. She needed to put those thoughts aside she couldn't fall. But oh how beautiful she thought you were. Your hair looked so well taken care of, perfect features. Not too much makeup just light amounts, your pretty skin and how soft it genuinely looked. Minding your own business as you read, focusing on what it is you're reading. She couldn't, this isn't good. Especially when she has no faith in herself to not hurt you. But she couldn't give it up, she wanted to be in your presence you were so sweet and inviting it made her feel warm.

She had to not give into all these feelings at all. "Ellie?" You tilt your head slightly to get a better look at her face. You two were currently in her room working on something that was assigned to the both of you. She wasn't paying attention which you found out was normal for her to tube out and go into her little land. "Yeah sorry, just thinking." You slowly nod, continuing to speak about the project. She let's out a sigh. "I'm sorry am I boring you?" You let out a light hearted giggle as you say that, she begins to get defensive. Worried she had hurt you in some way. "No no no, ofcourse not! The complete opposite. Sorry I'm just a bit tired." She admits. You still laugh a tiny bit. "I'm just being silly Els." She swallows. That name that you acquired recently, makes her insane.

But definitely in a good way, she loves it. Was she a fool for you or something. You go to speak again, but shut your mouth. It had been dawning on you, the question you wanted to ask so badly. So you just come out and ask. "Why are you always ditching classes, why aren't you applying yourself?" She looks directly at you as you say this. She just shrugs. "You're incredibly smart Ellie. I don't know why you're-" You continue, although she shuts it down. "I really don't want to talk about this." She blurts, making you shut up for a sec. "Yeah no ofcourse." Awkward silence, but she breaks it with yet another sigh. "I'm sorry that was harsh." You just shake your head. "No no, I shouldn't of been nosey, it's not my business." You give her a tiny smile. Yet again. More silence.

"Right well, we shou-" "you want a smoke?" You were stunned by the question. You watch as she gets up. It was a little upsetting to see her not care about this project. "Elli-" She turns around. "Oh yeah no ofcourse, I shouldn't of asked." "El-" But she wasn't done. "That was a silly question, you don't seem like the type to do th-" "ELLIE." The room went quiet, she just looks at you. "Will you just shut up for a second." You laugh slightly. "Why are you avoiding this project?" She shrugs. She really likes doing that, huh. "I dunno, it's stupid." You furrow your brows slightly. "But this would be so easy for you Els." Theres that name again. She begins to smoke whatever the fuck she is smoking, seemingly to ignore you. You roll your eyes a tiny bit, closing the books that you had in your grasp, while going to get up, and walk over to her. She watches you, continuing to smoke. However she wasn't expecting your next move.

You get on your tiptoes and snatch it out her hand. "Hey!" She stands up properly. You keep ahold of it. "I'll give it back once you do some of this work!" You laugh a bit. She looks at you. With a 'be so serious' look. "Like I can't just snatch it right back." She walks towards you slowly, making you back up. "Well I won't let ya." She lets out her own laugh. "Did you forget your hight?" You glare at her. "I am not, that short." She raises a brow, getting closer to you going to try grab it, but you swiftly move your arm so she can't. "I may be tiny but I'm smart." She goes to try again. "Yeah well so am I." Again, she tries and fails. "Well if you're so smart use it for the project." She completely ignores that deciding to bend down and put you over her shoulder. You let out a small screech, going to grip the cig a bit tighter so it doesn't fall.

She drops you on her bed being careful still, making you bounce slightly on the mattress. She goes for the cig now that you are more grounded, but yet again you move it so she couldn't. You let out a giggle at how difficult she's finding this. "Not funny, you." She tries. Again. You laugh more at her poor attempts. "Right that's it." She pins your arms down as you try get out of her grasp, but before she could do all that you put it in your mouth having it rest there. "Gunna have to unpin my arms if you want it." You mumble still having it against your lips. "You're trouble huh." You let out another laugh. She goes to unpin one of your arms and when she does you quickly grab te cigarette from your mouth and hold it above you.

You could see the slight frustration in her eyes, you try hard not to let another laugh slip. "Gimmie it." "Do the work." She stares at you for a moment. "Oh you wanna play games?" She wastes no time into tickling you. One thing she didn't know but definitely was going to find out is that you were incredibly ticklish. Your eyes widen. "No no noooo." She doesn't listen, continuing the assault to your sides, you squirm trying to escape it. "Ellie!" You let out constant giggles. She smirks seeing you weren't paying attention and snatching the cigarette right back into her grasp, sticking it back into her mouth. But she didn't stop tickling you. "Say you're sorry Missy!" You laugh more. "Hell no!" Shes close to you. "Then the tickling shall continue." You keep laughing and honestly. Ellie enjoys this.

She really enjoyed your laugh, she loved to hear it. The fact she could make you laugh so easily made her heart happy. She's never seen anyone else make you laugh like she has, and sometimes she doesn't even try. But she manages to always pull a laugh or giggle from your lips. "Ellie pleaseee." She shakes her head. "Stand down!" You laugh. "Fine fine I surrender, I'm sorry!" You're still laughing even when she's stopped. But like most times silence overcame this scene. It was never an awkward one though. You look at each other. "Can we do some of the project now." You ask her. She stays quiet for a bit. Pondering. "Come on Ellie, it's not much and it's not like you'd struggle or anything-" you cut your sentence short. You hadn't realized how close you two were, she's most definitely noticing this too. You swallow keeping the eye contact going.

But she takes the cigarette out, turns her head and blows some smoke, beginning to get off of you. "Can I ask you something?" You sit up a bit once shes off, nodding. "Yeah ofcourse." You were intrigued. "What do people tell you about me?" You look at her, wondering how to go about this. "They just tell me to be careful and such." Now you shrug, sitting up more into a criss cross position. "Can I ask a question now?" She looks at you and nods. "Why do they tell me that. What's so bad that you've done." That silence was upon the room again. Another famous Ellie sigh. "I'm not a completely great person, maybe I'm working on it I dunno. But I don't date. I can't it's just not in me." You listen to all she has to say. "Why?" Usually people who asked such questions would get shut down by her. But she genuinely wanted to tell you, she loved the way you'd listen, to anyone. The way you'd take in every detail of information. "I'm not too sure."

She sits on the bed with you. "I just don't know if I can bring myself to being committed to anyone. You know?" You nod, taking in what she has to say. "I dunno, maybe I haven't found the right person." You keep looking at her. "Hmm, maybe." Silence. "You think you ever could?" She sighs a tiny bit. "I could do, no way of truly telling until the time actually comes." "Noted." For the first time ever with you two, there was a slight awkwardness in the air. You wanted to say something to fix it but you just stay silent. "What about you?" You became confused by the question. "What about, me?" You inquire. "Yeah, you been with people? You a relationship kinda girl?" You laugh a tiny bit at the question. "I've been in a few, nothing serious but I definitely am a relationship girl." She nods, going to take one last drag of her cig, going to put it out in an ashtray on her windowsill.

It was a few days later, you were currently on your way to your dorm, Angie was out for the night so you had a hot date with your blankets and your book. As you were strolling down the halls you caught sight of a friend in your class, you smile at him. "Hey, kenny!" You say with joy. He returns the smile, coming over to you. "Hey Y/n, what you got planned for tonight?" "I'm going to relax, read and eat." You smile more. "How about you? Anything exciting?" He shrugs. "Probably going to chill also, or go to a party." You nod, knowing he was probably confused on why you were staying inside on a Friday night, you didn't really know each other very well so you aren't surprised if he is. "You keep to yourself alot huh?" You nod proud. "Sure do, keeps me sane." He laughs a tiny bit. "Well I mean not completely to yourself." You furrow your brows. "What do you mean?" He pauses for a sec, looking at you. "I see you with Williams alot." "Oh yeah, she's cool to hang out with." He doesn't say anything immediately.

"What are you two? Like fuck buddies or something?" More confusion. "Excuse me?" You laugh slightly. "Well I never see her with many people unless she's fucking them soo." You stare at him. "Do people think that? Like about me and her" He shrugs. "I know I do, maybe others. But what are you two?" Why was he so intrigued by it. You knew she didn't have a great rep but seriously? "Well shes a good friend." He thinks for a moment. "She don't have many of those." You were baffled by this man and what he had to say. "I guess you just truly don't know her then." You don't know why you felt so irritated by this, but you go to leave. "Don't start anything with her, you're too pure for her antics." You stop in your tracks, going to turn back around. "And don't judge a book by its cover." You simply state. "Bit hard when that cover hasn't had the best past." You sigh. "People change." "Not Williams. Trust me we all thought that once, there's no changing her-" you go to cut him off.

"What are you talking about." He looks at you as if he was the one confused now. "You don't know?" You shake your head. "This has happened before, she almost dated this girl who thought would change her, she shitted big time on her. She doesn't even go here anymore and it was all because of Williams." You didn't want to believe that, it sounded horrible. "I'm sure she didn't leave just because of that." There was a tiny pause. "Nope, definitely was. She broke that poor girls heart. Couldn't even bring herself to come back, so she moved. I'm just trying to save you from-" you shut that down immediately. "I can handle myself, thank you though. But I don't need you telling me this." He shrugs. "Alright, just letting you know before you get too far gone with her." And that was that you both turned to leave. Did everyone just hate this girl? How could almost the whole school be so against her. You try to ignore all of this, wanting to go read, that is until you get a text.

-Hey, you busy tonight?

Speak of the devil. It was Ellie. You couldn't help but smile at your phone.

-I was going to have a night of reading, but you're more than welcome to join me, my roommate isn't going to be there so it'd be nice and quiet.

-how could i possibly decline that generous offer ;) see you soon?

-bring a book! 🤓

-holding one right now 📖

You smile more, making your way to your door and grabbing the keys to unlock it. You were brought to your senses when you could smell what seemed to be vanilla, you knew it was Angies perfume, she would always wear it whenever she'd go see her boyfriend. It always made you smile when she'd go on dates, she'd be so genuinely happy to get dressed up, telling you how amazing he was and how happy he made her. It was nice to hear. You set your things down on the couch, heading into your room to grab some blankets and such, making a space on the couch for them. You were soon startled when you hear a knock on the door, to it being opened. "Hello hello hello." Ellie says coming in. "Oh hey, I was just getting the couch nice." She closes the door behind her. "What book did you bring?" You ask, looking over at her. "I- honestly have no clue just picked up something random." She states, coming over to the couch and sitting down. "Good day?" She leans back into the cushions, kicking her feet up on the coffee table.

"Yeah pretty good, bit slow but it got there in the end. And you?" Coming over to sit down next to her, bringing the blankets up your body. "Pretty much the same." You couldn't help but laugh. "What's so hilarious." She smiles ever so slightly. "I dunno, I just assume they're boring because you don't do anything." She raises a brow. "Not true. I have so much fun." "Oh yeah? What do you do that's so fun?" You open your book up, taking the Bookmark out preparing to read once you were done with the conversation. "I go on a secret mission, shhhh I can't talk about it." You laugh and roll your eyes. "You're so incredibly goofy." She smiles more. "You love it." Your smile softened a bit, you truly did. You loved how she would be so silly, especially since you didn't get to see that side of her until you were alone together. You avert your eyes over to the words on the page, beginning to read your book. She does the same opening up the random book to start.

After a little bit, you wanted to just talk. As you're still looking at your book you speak up. "I had a weird interaction today." She looks up, and at you. "Oh?" You do the same, nodding. "Got told to stay away from you, again." She lets out a sigh. "I'm sorry people are bombarding you with that-" But you just shake your head. "Trust me it's fine, it doesn't bother me. What gets to me is how hung up they are on the topic." You truly couldn't wrap your brain around it. "He told me about this girl you had almost gotten into a relationship wi-" "he?" She stops your words. You look at her as she does so. "Yeah?" She furrows her brows more. "Who is this guy?" "His names Kenny, you know him?" She rolls her eyes. "Who doesn't know him, he's always in people's faces." You keep looking at her as she speaks, when a sudden sigh comes out.

"The reason he told you that was because he was super close to her. He got furious at me when the whole thing happened and it eventually turned into a huge fight. Silly, drunken fight." This makes you raise your brows. "Oh my God." "It was all okay, no one got badly hurt but it happened, I moved on. Clearly he hasn't." You think for a moment, wondering if you should ask what you wanted to or stay in your lane and just keep quiet. She noticed your silence. "What're you thinking 'bout pretty girl?" Trying to ignore how happy that name made your heart, you push all the fear away and just ask. "What did you even do to her." Ellie goes quiet tho as if she didn't want to talk about it. "I- uhm just forget that sorry." You bite your lip feeling awful for even bringing it up. She puts a reassuring hand on your knee. "I don't mind. It's ok, I promise just caught me a little off guard is all." Listening to what she says, you nod. "I was never really present in the relationship, sort of a bit closed off. It wasn't even a relationship really, more of a- I dunno. We got on very well but at the same time I don't think she understood me truly. She was a great person, I honestly thought she was going to be my very first girlfriend." You cut her off. "Wait wait so you haven't dated anyone at ALL?" You knew she struggled to be in relationships.

But to have never been in some sort of one before, shocks you. "Never ever?" She lets out a breath. "Okay, sorry continue." You hear a tiny laugh come from her, making you smile a bit. "Anyway, I just couldn't do it. I knew I felt something but not enough to commit to anything serious like I knew she wanted. But I couldn't bring myself to let her go for so long. When one night she asked me, and I froze. I stood there trying to find some words to tell her nicely that I couldn't." Ellie stops for a second, which worried you. "Oh God, what did you do." There was silence. "I told her she wasn't relationship worthy.." Your mouth opens slightly. "Jesus Ellie." "I know, I'm not proud of it I'm really not. Especially her face after, I felt so bad deep inside but I think I made things worse with my dry facial expressions.." shocked would be an understatement. You had no idea how to respond. "No one knows that. Your actually the first person who knows the true story. The rest just made up silly rumors of how it ended, she left soon after so no one really knows the full story but me."

Still not knowing what to say you move your gaze to her. "Please say somethin." She says awkwardly. "You're not the best with words are you?" You let out a tiny giggle. She scratches her neck. "Is it obvious?" You shake your head slightly, with a roll of your eyes. "Dumbie." That silence you two always came across, occurs. You love it, it was comforting if you were quite honest. "We aren't doing much reading." She pipes up, making you look at her. "We aren't are we." You laugh a bit, setting it down and going to stand. "Where are you off to?" Honestly you didn't know, but you felt like putting music on. "Going to get my speaker, I always put on some music when Angela is out." Ellie learns more about you everyday. "What kind of music. Some heavy metal shit." Another laugh escapes you. "What do you take me for?" "I dunno, you surprise me very often." You had the speaker in hand, setting it down on the coffee table. "Honestly, if I like a song I like it, I don't have a specific type." She smiles. "Well said." You turn your head, looking at her. "And you?" She thinks for a sec, letting out a hum in thought. "Well as long as it's not some yehaw shit." This makes you laugh, harder than you have before. "Really? Now that's something I would've thought you'd like." She scoffs, throwing one of the pillows that were rested on the couch at your face.

But you catch it quickly. "Ugh, rude." Throwing it back at her she just laughs. You grab your phone and play your Playlist, sitting back down in the position you were in before. "So, loves to read, doesn't like heavy metal, is very ticklish." The last one makes you pinch her shoulder, resulting in her holding her arm with dramatics. "What else am I going to find out about you." You think for a moment. "I guess you'll have to wait and see." She tilts her head. "You a party person?" Honestly you had no idea, you hadn't been to the kind of party she's talking about in your entire life, so how could you tell if you liked them or not. "Can't judge when I've never been to one." Now it was her who was gobsmacked. "Never, ever?" She quotes you from before. "Shut up. I find fun in other things." She looks offended. "I've been to some pretty wicked parties ma'am." You roll your eyes. "You love doing that too, don't you?" She points at your face. "What? Roll my eyes?" She nods. "They'll get stuck like that if you aren't careful." She says, seeming serious but you knew she was being a dickhead.

"Oh Har Har." "No need to fake laugh around me. We all know how hard I can make you laugh." You raise a brow. "Oh really?" She nods. "Yes really, I'm the master." She notices the look on your face and smiles wickedly. "Challenge accepted." "Wait-" But she pounces on you, going straight to tickling you. You try to push her off, giggling as you do so. "Ok ok stop, point proven." Shes now laughing too, but they both die down as your eyes meet. As corny as that sounds its true, you two were currently so close to one another. You could feel the coolish air from her nose. Then something just clicks in her brain and. "Y/n." You keep the eye contact. "Mhmmmm." "I think I like you." You let out another giggle. "You think?" The look that's on her face makes you giggle more. "No like I know I do.." There was a long pause which made Ellie worry. "Is this the first time you've ever said that to someone." She nods reluctantly. You soon become more serious. "Like actually like me?" You sit up, staring at her at the confession. "I've never said that to a girl before. Never."

Looking down, you take in this information. "I think I like you too Els." You let a small smile slip but she just playfully rolls her eyes. "So what now then?" That, she hadn't thought too far into. But as she wonders what this could become those bad thoughts of hurting you cross her mind, usually she wouldn't care. Horrible as that is she never did care. Maybe you truly are changing her. And what she does next truly shocks the crap out of you. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

You had said yes. Ofcourse you were thinking of those thoughts too, but you had hope she wouldn't, consider yourself stupid? Maybe. You just wanted to live in the moment, if anything keeping it a secret was the most hardest thing throughout this all. The first time you and Ellie kissed you were just hanging out in your room, Angie was home and she had come in without knocking, thank goodness she saw nothing. You've also gotten closer with Jesse and Dina, they were so kind. You were sitting with them and Ellie one day having some food in the small Cafe they have down there. "I'm just going to get some more of that Cake, you want any?" She looks at you, you just shake your head no. As she goes to leave tho, Dina turns to you. "She has this new glow to her." A hum leaves your lips as you eat. "Maybe being around you is changing her." She continues. "If so can you like stay forever." Jesse then speaks. It made you laugh slightly. "I'm not going anywhere." They look at eachother. "Well that's if she doesn't do anything stupid." Damn, even her close friends have no hope in her. You'd be lying If you said that didn't worry you much.

More time passes and it's getting harder to keep the secret, you didn't really care for what anyone else had to say about it, but you sure did worry about Angie, Dina, and Jesse. You had bonded with all of them so well you didn't want them to hate you entirely. Today, you weren't as careful. You were currently hanging out with Dina and Jesse in your room, chilling. When you hear a knock at the door. "Hold up let me just get that." As you get up to go see who it was, you forgot to close your bedroom door. You open it, but before you can process anything you're being kissed, you froze. "Hey baby." Ellie then says after pulling away, gently grabbing the flesh of your ass. Open, your mouth was open in shock. "BABY?" You then heard Dina screech, coming out of your bedroom along with Jesse. "Uh oh-" Ellie then says, removing her hand. You swallow as you turn around slowly. "Ermmm." They were shocked. "Ain't no way." Dina continues. You were stumped. What were you suppose to say? "Really Ellie, another poor heart?" Ellie furrows her brows.

She was going to say something but you step in. "Hey, that's not entirely true. How do you know she will do that, she can change you kno-" Dina shakes her head. "She's not changing Y/n, she will hurt you." Ellie scoffs. "Right here you know." Dina looks at her. "Don't even think about hurting her, Ellie. Come on Jesse." They both go to leave. "We warned you." She says to you. You just stay quiet, watching as they go. Silence was left in the room. "I'm sorry I should've said something-" Ellie shakes her head. "Don't be, seriously. What's done is done it's not your fault, promise." She says, putting her hands on your shoulders then moving them to your cheeks. You nod slightly. "Well, do you think they hate us now?" She laughs a tad. "You? Never. Me? Always. But it's understandable so I can't blame them." You look down, it sadden you how they saw her, you knew she hadn't been so great in the past- but that was in the past. Right? She makes you look at her again, putting her thumb and index against your chin. "Don't worry about them or anything else yeah? That shouldn't be a concern." You nod at her words, getting on your tiptoes to kiss her. "Anyways are you hungry?" You asked as you make your way into the small kitchen you and Angie had.

Ellie shakes her head. "Well, not for food." She shrugs while having a sly smirk on her face, that makes you grab a piece of bread that was sitting on the counter and throw it at her. Which earns a chuckle from her lips. "You're gross." She holds her hands up. "Whattt can't admire my yummy girlfriend?" You roll your eyes. "Far from that-" "Ay! Dont talk about my girlfriend like that thank you very much." This only makes you laugh now, making her smile too. "Well, I'm going to have a snack because I'm quite hungry." You state, going over to grab something to munch on. You then feel hands on your waist, and a chin on your shoulder. "May I help you." She just shakes her head, soon after hiding it in your neck. "Nurp, comfy." That warmed your heart, she was such a sweet person. As you were fixing up some food you felt warm soft lips on your neck, so delicate and gentle. It made you close your eyes relishing in the tenderness. "You smell so good." She blurts out, keeping the warm kisses going. You hum in response. "You smell so.. bad." She pinches your waist making you giggle. "Ow!" "I don't smell bad, take that back!"

You only giggle more. "You smell like cigarettes." She gasps. "You've told me you love the way I smell! Liar!" You roll your eyes, but she swiftly turns you around in her arms, grabbing your face and squishing your cheeks. "Els-" She stares into your soul, making you laugh out. "What on earth are you doing?" "Shhh, making your eyes stay like the way they did since you love doing that so much." She continues to do whatever with her eyes. "Oh my god." You proceed to shove her off of you, but her grip tightens. "You're such an idiot." She smiles. "Yeah well I'm your idiot, so suck it up buttercup." She kisses your nose and loosens her grip, going to lean against the counter. "You really do look great today. Just thought I'd remind you." You smile sweetly at her. "You look pretty beautiful yourself." Shes now smiling too. "Im the pertyest." You laugh at the way she said it, making her smile grow. She could never get over how pretty your laugh was. It was her favorite thing, ever.

It had been a few months or so since you and Ellie first got together, maybe a bit longer but who's counting you. Currently you were making your way to her dorm, like most Friday nights. Knocking on the door to be greeted by your beautiful girlfriends green eyes. "Hey baby." You smile, and so does she. "Hello Ms thing. Come in come in." She moves out the way so you can enter, going straight to the couch and making yourself comfortable. "What have we got planned tonight?" You ask. You two usually always did a special something on a Friday night. Her roommate was out on most of them so you'd come over to Ellies. "Well I know how you feel about parties, and if you don't want to we can chill out here for the night, but there's one a few dorms down." You ponder this idea, and honestly, why not. You figure it'll be fun especially with Ellie and how enjoyable she could make anything be. "Sounds like a plan." She raises her brows, genuinely happy you agreed. "Awesome, I'm getting changed because I just came straight here from my last class." She mentions going to go do that.

You do a double take. "You? In class?" She scoffs. "Shut up." Which makes you smile. "Noo, it's great i'm glad." She shortly comes back out. "Your sarcasm is lovely." She sarcastically replies. "You ready?" You nod at her question. "Sure am."

The music was booming, so many crowds of people. The smell of alcohol and potentially what you assumed was drugs. Pleasant. "Oh this ones going to be a good one I can feel it." Ellie says looking around, scoping everything out. "You're so silly." "Come on let's get a drink." You follow but she knows you don't drink. "I'll be the sober help." She looks at you. "Not even one love?" Her question makes you shake your head as she puts a hand on your shoulder. "Alright, just make sure you're comfortable yeah?" She says before giving you a kiss. You smile at her words, beginning to feel weirdly anxious about the night, and you had no idea why.

People were everywhere it was all quite alot to take in. As you were sitting on Ellies lap you noticed how drunk she was. It was different seeing her like this. "Mmm I want another." She would slur. Making you let out a light giggle. "You're so gone Els-" "your laughs so pretty, makes my heart warm." She suddenly says. You smile more at her. "Well that's very kind of you." After a little you let out a sigh, you felt like you weren't being fun right now, you didn't want to disappoint Ellie but you had so much anxiety currently, and you had no idea on how to stop it. "Can you pretty please get me another drink my beautiful girlfriend." She taps your side, holding up her empty cup. You smile at how precious she was right now. "Sure can." You take it from her going to get off and head over to the drinks. As you're over there you feel someone next to you. "Here with Williams?" It was Kenny. You look at him. "Is that illegal?" He stares at you. "Are you dating her?" You huff. "What even is it to you Kenny?" He shakes his head. "Youre going to get hurt." "Im doing just fine thanks." You turn to leave, back to Ellie. "Here you go." You say a little dryly. "Thank youu." She muddles her words, grabbing it off of you. You sit back down in her lap. "Was he hassling you?" You hear her ask. "Who, Kenny? Nothing I can't handle my love." You reassure her, although you think it was slightly getting to you. She just nods in return.

The night went on, and your chest still had that same feeling, your anxiety was increasing. You wanted to have fun with your girlfriend and friends but you just couldn't seem to relax. It made you more anxious that Ellie wasn't with it. You're starting to think its childhood trauma that's making you feel this way, you didn't know how to just shut this weird feeling off. "You alright mama?" Ellie asks, rubbing your shoulder, still drunk as anything. You just nod and bite your lip, chewing that silky skin off nervously. "I'm just going to go for a pee." You tell her, getting up and heading to wherever the bathroom is. Once you find it you head in, going to the sink to splash water on your face in hopes it'd calm you down just a little bit. "You're fine, Y/n just take a breath and relax. Everything's fine." You say to your reflection. You leave, entering the booming party once again, going over to where Ellie was last seen but she's not there, odd. Making your way around you try to find her, hoping she's alright and she hasn't got into something bad, knowing how some idiots can be with drinks. As you make your way around the room your heart completely sinks to the floor, you stand there unable to move.

All your emotions crashing down on you. Shock being the main one, then anger. You truly couldn't believe any of it, was it some silly nightmare? There Ellie was just stuck to some girl. Kissing her. After that shock wears off you felt your anxiety push your anger into motion, moving your feet over to her. You make a cough noise, seeing her pull back from it turning slightly. She may of been drunk but she knew exactly what had happened. "Fuck-" She says under her breath. "Wait baby no i-" You grab her drink and chuck it in her face. "No." You point at her, the girl silently sneaking off. "Ellie what the actual fuck." She just stares at you. Now you feel your tears now they start to come, and her heart breaks. Tears spill at the sight you just witnessed, she's never seen you cry before. You're always so cheerful. So it truly ruins her. "Y/n no no please-" "After everything we've been through, after what you told me. They were wrong. You cant change for anyone. I should've listened to them." She immediately shakes her head. "Don't say that please- it was an accident fuck- she just-" But you shove the cup into her chest. "Shut up Ellie." And she does but she needed to tell you how sorry she was.

After a second of standing there you couldn't look at her anymore. "Wait-" She pleads as you begin to walk off, getting lost in the crowd of people, it was such a huge room you had no idea where you were even heading. The anxiety approaches again, all you wanted was to get back to the comfort of your own room. Your tears still dripping slightly, fogging your vision. You plop down on a random sofa, feeling a panic attack arise. Which freaks you out as you haven't had one of those in many years. You try to even out your breathing, which you managed to do. But everything was so overwhelming. Someone sits next to you, and great it was none other than Kenny. "Did she do something." You sigh. "Good God Kenny. Please just stop." He scoffs. "So im right, correct? Fucking Williams." You turn your head away, just wanting to get out of this unfamiliar place. He places a hand on your leg, making you stiffen. "I'm sorry she did, you never should deserve something like that." This makes you turn your attention to him. "She always steals the girls I like. And ruins their lives." Your eyes widen. "Wha-" "I could treat you so much better." He says. You were baffled by this. "Kenny what are you even-" When you couldn't think this night could get worse, it does. He goes to try and kiss you but you dodge it immediately, standing to your feet. "Kenny no- im really not interested." He begins to stand too. "That's what she said." You smelt it on his breath. "Kenny you're drunk, I think you need some water-"

He shakes his head getting close to you again, your overwhelming anxiousness comes back again, especially once you see him flush to the floor. Your attention is now on Ellie who punched the living shit out of him. "Ellie what the fu-" "He touched you!" You facepalm. "Good God I have nowhere near enough energy for this shit." The night couldn't get any worse as Kenny stands back up, the two drunk as anything. "You bitch." He goes to swing at her but she moves. "Fight round two then, you fucker." She begins it all. You don't even know what to do anymore. "You're both children." You state, going to try find the exit. You had to get back, this night was all too much. But Ellie notices you leaving, so she goes after you. "Wait no- please let me explain!" She grabs your arm but you yank it. "No Ellie. Don't ever touch or even speak to me again." "They weren't right, you have changed me i swear to you!" You shake your head. "Once a dick. Always a dick. You. Have. Not. Changed." You spat.

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Returning the Favor - John Wick x F!Reader

⚠️warnings: DUBCON, smut, piv, facial, pressured intimacy, implied abuse (not John), graphic depictions of violence, cursing, alcohol, blackmail, noncon pictures, no use of y/n!, 3716 words.

a/n: it’s me again, back with something I’ve been cooking for a few days. life is wild rn but I hope u all enjoy!

summary: John does a hit for you, at no cost, and now he wants something in return. it’s only fair, right?

John remembers your little face. The way your eyebrows furrowed at his insistence of doing this job free of charge. The split skin on your lip and the bruising on your cheek and wrists, he can picture it clearly.

He pictured you walking up to him in the alley outside of the Continental, where a friend of yours told you he would be.

He recalled the way you asked about his services.

“Who do you need gone?” he had asked, as you handed him a manilla envelope. That’s when he noticed the blue and yellow pattern that littered your skin when you reached your hand out to him to give him the paperwork.

“My fiancé.” you stammered out of those damaged lips of yours. “He’s the chief of police, and I’ve tried getting away, getting protection orders, but he’s able to just get rid of anything I do.” you elaborated.

John’s eyebrows raised at the sound of that. He added the context clues together and immediately understood, especially after seeing your bruises. John assumed you weren’t a kickboxer in your spare time.

He’s still able to admire your delicate features, despite the fact you’re not trying exactly to look pretty. He can still tell that you have gorgeous eyes and long lashes, a nice haircut that frames your well shaped face to perfection. Your skin is smooth and clear, and your body? Even though you’re in a cropped hoodie, you do have leggings on.

Oh leggings. Truly underrated in all aspects. The way the cloth clings to your body, shaping around your hips, thighs, and ass.

Truly beautiful. He can tell.

Maybe he could use this to his advantage? Not necessarily the most morally correct way to get a woman, but it could do the trick.

And use he did. He would use it to his advantage, in a simple and innocent move.

“I’ll do it. No charge.” John replied to you, you’re taken aback by the sudden generosity from him, you’re so shaken by the entire situation you don’t even notice his eyes trailing your entire figure and checking you out.

“Really? No, I can’t let you,” you insist, handing him a duffel bag full of 5 figures of cold hard cash, but he simply refuses it.

“We can discuss it later…” John says, shaking his head and outright not taking the bag. “Keep your money. Please.”

-

He’s thinking of this encounter as his blade thrusts into your fiance’s throat, finally getting the winning blow after their quite large altercation. As a police captain, your fiancé knew how to hold his own in a fight quite well.

Not well enough apparently.

Your fiancé gurgles as John shoves him against his bed, the blade destroying his vocal chords and windpipe. John makes one swift movement with his wrist, and the blade rips out of his flesh, separating several tendons. The severed arteries cause blood to squirt onto John’s neck and face.

“No one likes a woman beater.” John clicked his tongue at the dying police officer, who crumpled to the floor, blood pooling from his lethal wound and onto the carpet. A bubbling sound echoes from his mouth, the red liquid dribbling from his lips, and in a few more moments, his eyes are drained of any life that was left in them.

John rolled his own eyes and quickly did his best to destroy the good condition of the condo, making it seem like a robbery gone wrong. He grabbed a few things that looked of value, including a few expensive watches and some impressive Japanese chef knives, and went on his way.

-

You had stayed at your friend’s house in the meantime. Anxiety spiked through your chest, hoping everything was going to plan. You honestly weren’t able to take it anymore, your fiancé had really outdid himself this time. You had gone out with your girlfriends for some drinks on Saturday night, he didn’t appreciate you not sharing your location with him. So the obvious reaction? To beat the absolute piss out of you. You were wearing a sweater in 70 degree weather because of the purple and blue marks that littered your skin, including on your arms, abdomen, and back.

You had enough. Clearly enough to save up money doing side gigs without him knowing and saving enough to pay for a hitman that a friend of a friend told you about. You’re playing something with your friend on her Nintendo Switch as you feel your phone buzz in your pocket.

You frantically grab the device, opening it to find a text from an unknown number.

It’s done. Meet me at the Continental’s bar.

Your heart dropped to your stomach. That could only mean one thing. The job was finished.

He was finally dead.

Sighing in relief, your friend raised her eyebrows and turned to you.

“You good?” she asked.

“Huh?” You say out of the blue, shaking yourself out of your solace. “Yeah. Never better.” you force a smile.

-

John waited for you at the bar, he had changed and showered, washing the blood that had gotten on him from his little altercation with your now ex. The atmosphere is the typical Continental’s vibe, comfortable, upscale. He’s waiting for you at a small table with an open bottle of champagne. John hadn’t been able to get your cute face and nice figure off of his mind since he met you the other day. The day when he said to not worry about paying him.

Well, today he’d discuss another form of payment he was interested in. A favor for a favor one would say. A body for a body.

He wanted you.

His eyes trail up towards you who just arrived, wearing a simple yet oh so flattering outfit, your eyes are glued to your cell phone while you walk in.

John cleared his throat and shot you a little wave of his hand, catching your attention. Your beautiful eyes widen, and you smile at him, slipping your phone into the purse slung over your shoulder as you make your way over to his table. John couldn’t help but check your entire body out. Your face, legs, tits, even the way your hips swayed a bit while you walked made him just want to take a bite out of them.

God, you looked delicious.

Sitting down, you smiled at John.

“Hey, how are you?” you asked him, attempting to disguise the fact that you’re freaking out. Several emotions have been pumping in and out of your brain, you don’t know how to exactly feel. Grief? Safe? Relief? Distress?

Especially in front of the man that solved your biggest issue in your life within a manner of minutes. How do you present yourself in front of him? More importantly, how are you going to possibly defend yourself to the police?

Only time will tell.

John sighs, you sit down. He begins to speak as he pours your light, bubbly glass of alcohol.

“Not too bad, actually.” John answered your initial greeting. “More importantly, how are you, my dear?” John boomerangs your question. Your heartbeat accelerated and you set your purse in your lap.

“Complicated. I’ll figure it out later.” is what you manage to come up with, biting the inside flesh of your mouth, your delicate fingers are silently tinkering with the zipper pull of your purse that sits just under the table. Of course he asked that. This is what he does for a living, he doesn’t think twice about the act.

The two of you engage in small talk, and it’s surprisingly refreshing. John has a lovely smile for a killer, with his nicely maintained dark scruff outlining his cheeks and jaw whenever he chuckles at a quip of yours. His brown eyes are always in a narrowed position but they seem to always glow towards you, never taking them off of your face for a moment.

You don’t know it at first, of course you don't. John’s a professional. He's deliberate in every breath, every shift of his body, in such a way that could only be described as masterful.

You don’t notice him until he has taken forty-five minutes to inch closer to you in his chair, shifting every so often to eventually, be brushing up against your delicate frame, arm to arm.

By now you’re on your third glass of champagne, you simply didn’t want to think about any of your problems, to just enjoy your time with this man that simply did you a favor.

Right?

“I’d like to request something of you.” John suddenly says in the middle of a conversation about your hometown. He’s been awfully interested in different topics about your life, you haven’t even thought twice about it. “I can’t tarnish my reputation with the fact that I did a job, free of charge.” John states, his head tilted directly down at little ol’ you, who’s currently sipping your drink.

Your heart drops to your gut while you swallow.

“…that’s fine. I still have the mon-“

“I don’t want the money. It’s not important to me.” John interjected, with his hand suddenly resting on your soft upper thigh, the feeling of his long fingers squeezing the limb almost making you jump from your seat.

The way his thin brown eyes are gazing over you and your figure, it would have sent most people into cardiac arrest. You put two and two together, holding your breath as you maintain eye contact.

“I see.” were the words you whispered while he gave you a soft and endearing smile.

But those eyes? Those eyes were cold. The pair of his told you things you couldn’t imagine repeating.

Before you can say anything else, John’s lips travel to your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin as he speaks. The hairs on the back of your pretty neck stand straight up at the knowledge of how close he was to you.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since I took the job.” John informs you, his voice low and sultry, only meant for you to hear at that moment in time. “I made sure he suffered. And you owe me for that. Least you could do is… well,” John’s eyes trail down your figure, especially eying your cleavage.

Your heart is breaking. There was a twinge of hope in the back of your mind, aching for this man to be the one. The one to swoop you off of your feet and come save you like the damsel in distress that you were. But men are so disappointing.

“So, are you going to give me what I want? Or do I need to take it?” John sharply asks, snapping you out of your thoughts. Your blood turns cold at the thought of this killer having his way with you, touching you, fucking you. You were stuck. The anger churned in your gut as you clenched your jaw.

“Fine.”

Several minutes pass, and he has led you to his hotel room on the 8th floor, unlocking it and allowing you to enter first. You can only tell the luxuries this man has at his disposal, just from the glamorous hotel room he has brought you to.

The room is dimly lit, with a few candles he begins to light and the moon shining through the curtained windows. You furrow your eyebrows, biting your tongue, as you never imagined John, the killer, to be the romantic ambience type. You suddenly snap out of your head when he calls you by your name.

“Hm?” you ask, eyes wide as he’s turned towards you next to the bed.

“I asked, is there anything you’re uncomfortable doing? And what’s your preferred pace?” John repeated himself, apparently you had been stuck in your own thoughts and didn’t catch it the first time.

Of course there are things you’re not comfortable with in bed. Hell, you’re not even comfortable doing this with a man you hardly know!

You tell him the few things that are completely off limits with you, he ponders this and nodded his head, agreeing to your terms, even though this was a favor you were returning. The man, perhaps 20 years your senior, hasn’t broken eyesight with your figure for the past hour.

You almost feel like a meal that’s been prepared, just for him. Served on a silver platter and sent directly to his room, waiting to be ravaged upon. You wouldn’t be surprised if he began drooling soon.

He wasn’t kidding when he told you he’s been thinking about this since he met you a few days ago. It’s like you’ve tattooed yourself into his fleshy and morbid brain, refusing to let go, tormenting him with every small action you did, unintentionally or not.

But your curiosity is killing you.

“What pace do you prefer?” you shoot the question back at him instead of answering it yourself. You were experienced, sure. You were a grown woman. The past several months were filled with abuse and subpar sex with your (now dead) fiancé. Not that this owed favor would be any better, you’re expecting something that lasts maybe a few minutes just so John can get his stress out.

Of course you’re not expecting John to be generous, especially if this is simply a debt to be paid by your body.

John tilted his head to the side, clicking his tongue in thought while he sauntered over to you, who was on the opposing side of the bed. His eyes linger on you, not blinking even once as he soaks in your features. His rough hands began to undo his black silk tie, unbuttoning his white dress shirt that had already been stripped of its suit jacket. His knuckles are bruised and scabbed, John’s been a busy boy this week.

“It seems I may have grown a bit, fond, of you, this week.” John says, clearing his throat. “Can I show you how I want you?”

Your heart rate goes up, you bit the inside of your cheek, blinking up at the tall and intimidating creature that is John. It’s not like you can say no. You owe him. You owe him your life, he practically saved yours, no matter how unethical this was.

So you nod your head.

Moments pass but it doesn’t take John long to practically rip off your cute outfit, revealing the soft and sexy figure underneath. His bruised hands immediately grab you, he’s completely overtaken by the reminder of how small and delicate you look. Your sheer size difference between you and him, in height and weight, makes him so fucking erect. John shoved you against the fancy hotel wall, attaching his lips to yours, initiating a dance of tongues and teeth, taking your bottom pink lip and nibbling a bit. The move earns a squeak from your throat. John takes a moment to take his hands off of your soft flesh, disconnecting his lips from yours. John unzips his pants, letting them and his heavy belt fall to the floor.

It doesn’t take a second thought for him to reattach his hands to your thighs, grunting as he easily lifted your body up and to his level, with easier access to your lips and… well, your other pair of lips.

In the few minutes that you’ve been kissing, your cunt began to glisten with your arousal, especially now with John’s bare and rock hard cock pressing up to your small entrance.

“Shit, I just know you’re a tight little thing, huh?” John growled, using his innate strength to only hold you up by one arm, spitting into his hand and rubbing the slick between the tiny folds between your thighs. You moan as he delicately rubbed your clit, then giving himself a few pumps to wet his length.

“You gonna give up your pretty little pussy to pay me back? Huh? Gonna be a good hole for me to fuck?” John asked in a gruff and low tone into your ear, while you felt his thick tip push inside. Your breath hitched at the burn of his unexpectedly large dick, your cunt can only adjust so much in so little time.

“Agh! Y-y-yeah, just like that, please,” you stammered, gripping hard onto his muscular and wide back while he began to thrust. John gave you little to no time to get used to his length. You’re quickly able to adjust to his pace while he grabs your hips and thighs, moving you up and down on his cock that he was simultaneously thrusting into. Tonight, you’d be his good little fuck toy.

“Fuck, need to be deeper in you.” John growled, manhandling you and tossing you onto the hotel mattress. Within seconds, he had flipped your body, stomach side down and pulled your ass straight up in the air, giving you a few hard smacks.

You cry out in pain but before you can say anything, he’s already jammed his cock back into your tight cunt, with you squeezing yourself around him, earning yourself a few tender moans from John.

John took his large hand to grab the roots of your hair, pulling your head and neck back while John pounded into you, causing you to go dizzy. He’s fucking you almost like a rabid animal, and for some reason, you love it. The two of you resemble dogs in heat, while he relentlessly thrusted into your already sore pussy, moving his hand from your hair to around your throat. You can even feel his balls smack the cusp of your ass, informing you that he’s been fucking you with his full length for a bit now. You swore you could feel John’s cock in your stomach, moaning and begging out loud for him.

John’s hand tightens around your throat, restricting as much oxygen as possible, quieting your moans and cries for more.

He brings his other hand and spanks your red ass again, it’s gonna hurt to sit down for the next few days, but the sensation along with him fucking you from behind was a delicious combination.

“Good little slut, who’s my whore? Huh?” John asked, spanking you again. The sting of your ass is almost too much to bear.

You struggle to answer, but you do it.

“M-me! I’m your little whore.” Your scratchy voice strains. He flips over your pretty body again, his hands and eyes glazing over the front of you. You’re going to hurt tomorrow. You can only imagine all of the bruises and scratches you’ll be finding over the next few days.

“I’m the luckiest man in the world right now.” John mumbled, spreading your legs all the way to your chest and putting himself into you, thrusting over and over again. The tip of his cock keeps brushing against your cervix, making you whimper and cry out, your nails dig into his biceps, and he couldn’t care less. “So fuckin’ beautiful, just for me…” John grunts under his breath. He lets out an intense groan from the bottom of his throat, pulling out of your sopping wet hole. You almost frown.

Unfortunately, you ended up beginning to like this favor you owed a bit too much. So much so that you begin to whine and pout the second that John pulled himself from you.

The older man bit his lip and raised his eyebrows, forcing himself to stifle his wicked smirk as he peers down at a desperate and needy little thing from below.

That thing being you, of course.

“Oh?” John asked innocently, despite the filthy sin you two were committing at the moment. “What do we have here?”

Remember when I mentioned that you were a meal in waiting?

Well, John was about to devour you.

He’s starving for you, attaching his lips and tongue to the folds he’s been unforgivably pumping into for the past half an hour. The sensation of his calloused fingers gripping and spreading your fleshy thighs apart, with malicious intent, mixed with the gentle and needy laps his tongue is giving your pussy is nearly too much to handle. He even gives your clit a few soft motions with his lips, your vision is blacking out from the carnal ecstasy John is so humbly gifting you at the moment.

Your ears can pick up a soft grunting from him, he’s taking his free hand and twisting it up and down on his shaft, touching himself to the act of him savoring your cunt.

John pushes two of his long fingers into you while he quickens the pace on your sensitive core, earning a sudden scream from you, jolting up and arching your back. John opens his eyes, not stopping, rather just looking at the way your tits bounced when you arch your back.

You were close. Way too close. John’s fingers were skillfully working you up, and you began to unconsciously clench around them.

“J-John, I’m gonna-“

“Cum for me.” John interrupted, his mouth still in your pussy as he kept his movements steady. He let out a few masculine whimpers into your clit while you lost control of your senses.

Your orgasm nearly brings you to the brink of tears, your vision blacks out, this is a completely new way to experience a climax. Your small hands grip the hell out of the hotel bed sheets, John allows you to ride out your orgasm, while you’re still recovering with your eyes closed, he quickly moves up towards you, and you feel a hot sticky substance splash onto your lips and cheeks.

“Fuck.” John catches his breath, panting and trembling along with you as he came on your face.

And there was a ton of it. Your eyes fluttered open, but you immediately shut them again, noticing that he wasn’t done, with more thick white ropes of his seed spurting now onto your nose and brow, painting a licentious portrait onto your delicate features.

You hear a click, and can see the outline of a bright flash through your closed eyes, but with your cock drunk state, you wouldn’t even think to mention it to John.

Besides, now he has a pretty little Polaroid picture of the facial he gave you, just the right size to keep in his wallet for safe keeping.

Now he has a bit of leverage on you, just in case he'd like another favor like this again. You wouldn’t want him to spread such a lewd picture of yourself around the internet, now would you?

He’ll enjoy every last bit of you for every single session you two share together. He’ll take advantage of your vulnerability and willingness to cave at any slight disadvantage you had.

You were his, and you didn’t even know it.

[hell-drabbles]

Lucifer 2

Summary: At first you though Lucifer somehow got water on his shirt. But then you noticed that the stains were only on his nipples.

(Meant to write this sooner but I was on stand-by mode waiting for my dentist appointment. More embittered companion!)

Lately, Lucifer’s button-up shirts haven’t been fitting him right. Not that he ever bothers to wear them right. That devil can make any formal looking clothing seem like pajamas. Anyway, point being, his usual loose fitting clothing was… well he was spilling out of them practically.

“You gaining more weight?” You walked up from behind him, clapping your hands on his shoulders just to grab his attention. Lucifer jumped and the topmost button flew right off. “Ah, sorry.”

Lucifer hissed but it was so half-assed that you didn’t bother backing off. You just slumped forward and let your weight rest on his head, avoiding his oddly placed horn of course. Lucifer sighed, huffed, and relaxed once more, too sleepy to let out any of his thoughts.

“Huh, yeah you did get something,” his shirt isn’t fitting right anymore, “shouldn’t you get some new clothes? Wouldn’t kill you to at least be comfy.”

You know a couple people that wouldn’t mind tight clothing to sleep in, but Lucifer wasn’t one of those people. While he isn’t part of the baggy party, he’s definitely the kind that has his clothes at least one size too big. So for a button to pop with just a flinch is very weird.

It is a nice day after all. The greenhouse wasn’t too moist or hot, the air smelled great with morning dew and the sunlight oh so delicate. You actually came here just to grab a seat and have a nap somewhere, just let some of the hours go by since it’s so rare for anything to be quiet in Hell.

“Mm.” Lucifer flinched when your arms rested against his chest.

“Oh crap, did I hurt you?” You stood up, then blinked when you saw a wet residue on both your arms. “Did you spill water on yourself?”

It dried off quickly, but what was left was plain sticky.

“It’s not…” Lucifer started but trailed off, breathing just a little heavily.

You look back over his shoulder and looked down. Two stains right where his nipples are, dribbling through and down his shirt until his stomach was soaked. With every breath, Lucifer’s grown breasts heaved, veins visible right under his pale skin. You pressed a finger on the exposed skin, just a light press, and milk practically streamed out from his left tit.

“It’s not water.” Lucifer managed to finish, looking up at you as he dug his nails into the plush cushion of his chair. “…I woke up like this. I’ll have it go away tomorrow if you don’t like it.”

…so that’s what this was about.

“So our late night talks weren’t just late night talks, huh. You were fishing for something to give me.” You honestly thought that Lucifer was just one of those people that ask weird questions at the dead of night. You didn’t mind entertaining them, because it’s funnier to keep him going. Eventually he started to go into fetish territory and you, of course, told him, as you would any friend.

“You like being entertained, right?” Lucifer settled deeper into his chair then unbuttoned his shirt. From their tight confines, Lucifer’s breasts were freed and flopped down with their weight, lines of milk tracing down his tits and over his ribs. “You can grab as much as you want.”

“You really do try your best to make me happy, huh?” You couldn’t ask for a better friend.

[tipsypup2]

Elmsworth academy part 2

You show up to school, still totally-not-plastered from last night’s wild party. You lean against the doorframe and rub your blurry eyes, then stumble in a straight-ish line to your seat. You had the fortune of being able to sit next to Amy. The principal’s daughter was gorgeous, everyone knew it. Her curly red hair was somehow always pristine, her green eyes always sparkled, and perhaps most impressively, she somehow managed to fit her MASSIVE tits into her school uniform. Make no mistake, this was THE party girl in school.

Not during school hours though. In here, she was as polite and reserved as anyone could be. A far cry from the girl you’d previously seen chug an entire keg of beer and then dance naked for several minutes before passing the fuck out. It was honestly impressive how well she could hold up the “good girl” facade around any authority figure.

“Good morning Zoe!” She says, cheerfully smiling as you took your seat beside her. “Do anything fun last night?” She shoots you a wink, as if to say “our little secret!”

You slowly turn towards her, your mind bleary and foggy, not quite able to pick up on the playfulness of her statement. “Whuh? Yeahhn? *hic* I-I wuz at yer par-“

Amy shoots you a look, one that even your totally-not-drunk-just-a-bit-tired brain can understand. You steady yourself a bit. Why is Amy slowly swaying back and forth? Actually- why is the whole room slowly swaying back and for-

The buzzing of your phone in your pocket breaks your train of thought (what’s left of it anyway). You take it out, seeing a notification on the screen. It takes a moment to read, stupid letters are all fuzzy and warped, must be some weird new update. You eventually manage to make out the words:

CloudyChloe628:

“Girl when I told u to hurry up and come to class, I didn’t know u’d be like this! Ur still trashed! Get back to the dorm room before any1 else sees!”

You giggle, a bit of drool escaping your lips and dribbling down your chin. You clumsily wipe it off, shaking your head. Oh Chloe, poor, innocent, simple Chloe. Didn’t she know? You obviously weren’t trashed! You’d slept after all! You couldn’t be! You type out a response, having a bit of difficulty as the keys keep moving around. Man, this update is weird.

ZoeGloey62:

“imnn ot trahed”

“^*trashd”

“shtu uip bitch 😂🤣🖕🖕”

CloudyChloe628:

“Ugh. I knew I shouldn’t’ve let u chug something called “the Hennessy hurricane.”

“Listen u gotta get outta here. If the teachers see you like this they’ll get us all in trouble. Getting Amy caught would be social suicide, girl.”

Man, Chloe seems really convinced about this whole “still being drunk” thing. Eh, what does she know? One thing’s for sure though, you’re thirsty. You reach into your bag and take out your bottle of water, taking a swig of it to quench your thirst. Some of the liquid dribbles onto your tits. Hrm? That’s not possible, your uniform covers them! It would need to be partially unbuttoned for- Huh.. why does this water burn? It tastes almost like…

Your thoughts are interrupted by another loud “Hic-gURRPP-“ Ohhhhh, you must’ve grabbed a sparkling water! classic mistake. You look back at your phone, ignoring the room’s swaying, which has just gotten worse for some reason.

CloudyChloe628:

“DID U JUST GULP VODKA IN CLASS?! Girl you neefd tosegt oauset shwebafor euageht………”

Huh, her message seems all blurry and warped after that, weird, you can’t make the rest of it out. Trying to decipher it is making your head feel all fuzzy and spinny.

You shake your head, thinking of the absurdity of her suggestion as you take another swig of water.

Hic-GURrrnp!~

Amy leans over to you, putting a hand on your shoulder and whispering softly.

“Zoe, I think you should.. take a day off.”

Her tone seems somewhat threatening? You can’t imagine why. You do sort of like how her fingers feel as they dig slightly into your shoulder. You wonder how those fingers would feel pumping inside y-

Amy suddenly fully grabs you, pulling you up out of your seat and dragging you behind her.*

“Zoe! Calling other students names is against the school code of conduct! I’m going to have to take you to the principal’s office!”

Why is she yelling? What is she talking about? Oh look a quarter on the floor! You wonder what would happen if you filled the school with coins? A metal detector would-

Suddenly, you’ve been slammed against the bathroom wall, Amy’s arms holding you against it. Your brain takes a minute to process, realizing that her “good girl” facade miiigght be dropping in here.

“What the FUCK were you thinking? Coming to class with your tits half out totally plastered? Are you trying to get me caught?”

You pause a moment, what is she talking about? You stumble a bit, this room is swaying too for some reason.

“Whudd’ya talkinn’bout?.. ah’ *hic!* ah’m nawt’plastrd..”

This seems to agitate Amy further, the redhead shaking you in frustration.

“You’re fucking wasted Zoe. If YOU get in trouble, I get in trouble. And if I get in trouble, no more parties for ANYONE.

You can tell she’s definitely upset, but you’re finding it a bit hard to focus. Seeing the girl drop her facade, being so rough with you… well, it’s doing something.

“After everything I do to help you, too. Who do you think drags your drunk ass back to your dorm room after party night? Do you have ANYTHING to say for yourself??”

…

…

…

“*hic-GURrrup!*.. yer’pweddyyy~”

Amy throws her hands up in exasperation, groaning loudly. You slump down the wall to the floor, the sudden lack of her grip holding you up causing you to lose your balance in the spinning room.

As you slump down the wall, your bag falls to the ground, your sparkling water bottle rolling out.

Amy pauses, looks down, and glances across the room. Even in your drun- erm… tired state, you can see an idea cross her mind, a mischievous look in her eye.

“Hmmm.. alright Zoe, you wanna be wasted in school?”

Without warning, the redhead grabs your chin, pulling your face up and forcing your body closer to her.

“Fine…”

she takes the bottle and shoves the end of it between your lips. Confused, you gulp down the liquid. It’s just sparkling water after all, right?

As you chug the water, your vision gets foggier, the room spins quicker, your brain slows further. Oh man, maybe Chloe was onto something before…

As you finish the bottle, feeling much less coordinated than you did a moment ago, Amy hoists you to your feet. You lean yourself in a slump against her, standing on your own feeling almost impossible.

“Tell me Zoe..” Amy begins, her voice much more… sultry.. than before. “Do you know how I get all that booze for my parties?”

You shake your head “no”, or maybe you don’t, it’s hard to tell. Your head feels super heavy, the spinning room making you feel unbelievably disoriented.

Amy giggles, the sound causing a pang against your heart. It was cute, no denying.

“Well, then… let me show you…”

Amy walks (carries? drags?) you over to a door at the other end of the bathroom. She takes out a key, sliding it into the lock and turning it, opening the door slowly.

As your bleary, unfocused eyes take it all in, you can’t believe what you’re seeing…

To be concluded…

[spliffymae]

musicproducer!connie…

kio’s notes - some sfw headcanons inspired by this connie fic i read on wp a while back. it was my first connie fic and the start of this connie brain rot. i wish it was still up 🤧 shit was soooo good!

also inspired by @chrollohearttags rockstar!eren series and @privateparty3 rapper!connie

also check this

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now let me say this,

connie mfn springer had a golden ear!

he could make a song out of anything, truth be told. his abuela used to tell him he was blessed with “god’s gift.” yeah, he had a voice as soothing and smooth as velvet. but put it over a track with a piano medley and some soft beats, oh baby! the man had a voice that made the greek muses swoon.

musicproducer!connie had a couple of his own songs out on streaming platforms. he mostly used spotify and apple music for his official music, and soundcloud for official music or for quick ideas he wanted his followers to hear. he loved singing, but not as much as he loved to create. producing was where connie truly felt he belonged. he couldn’t count the number of times he’s fallen asleep at his desk, drooling on his piano keys because he pulled an all nighter to finish a song because he got a sound stuck in his head and just needed to bring it to life.

(honorable mentions to the times he hears songs not by him and thinks “i can make this better” and just completely changed the entire vibe of the song)

but musicproducer!connie loved sounds. everything and anything had potential to be a song. whether it be the crunching of the fall leaves under his boot, or the bounce of the basketball he dribbled in his backyard court, or even the sound of his car’s indicator—connie found music in any sound.

if you asked musicproducer!connie what he couldn’t live without, he would describe to you in detail his music setup. his laptop, the hard drive with all his songs, his drum pad, his bass guitar, his red beats headphones, the software he uses…he would go on forever!

musicproducer!connie would be the genius behind his friends’ music as well. they would come to him either with a chopped up idea of what they wanted or sometimes come to him empty handed with nothing but a hope. either way, connie would be sitting in his home studio with his friends, working on a song. he loved helping them, so he looked at it as great bonding time too.

musicproducer!connie was also quite big on social media. he had a following of 700k on instagram and over a million listeners across his streaming services. he also had a twitch, where he would post at least twice a week, one of those times being him making instrumentals from scratch with his viewers watching and helping. he loved to interact with his followers. knowing there were people out there who connected with his music on a deep level made him so happy. hell, the first single he dropped he was kicking his feet at all the supportive feedback he was getting.

musicproducer!connie even did shows here and there! they would be house shows, with maybe 1000 people at least. he would sing some of his hits, but would mainly be the dj, working the booth for his friends. he always and only performed with his friends.

honestly, music was everything to connie and then some. it was his passion. it was what made him who he is. but most of all, it was something he always did with you.

yessir! musicproducer!connie would be telling a lie if he said he became the artist he is today on his own. if it weren’t for you, he probably would’ve quit a long time ago, when his sophomore project didn’t receive as much hype/attention as his debut.

you were always his biggest fan, though. you would use your social media following to promote his work, much to connie’s joy. what he loved more than sharing his music was you sharing it, because in turn you would be showcasing the relationship between you and connie to your hundreds of thousands of followers.

like those times he would be sitting on the floor of his living room, creating a song on his laptop. you would be behind him, sitting between the couch and him with the side of your face pressed against his back. he would be in his own world with his headphones on, you would be busy on your phone, and yet connie felt it was one of the best ways to spend time with you.

your glossy lips would be in a faint pout as you recorded yourself, stretching your arm up and out to show connie’s entire back, this tan freckled skin showcasing the tense of his muscles whenever he would reach for his pen to scribble away notes in his notebook.

you would simply post the video to your snapchat, captioning it “1/2 of us is in their creative bag rn”. you would follow up that snap with another short video, this time it being you leaving small kisses along the expanse of connie’s back. because of your gloss the lip prints were visible and you would smile mischievously.

musicproducer!connie loved you. he loved to have you near him. so when he would go on these red carpet events with his friends, you would be at his side, the two of you dressed beautifully as you smiled for the cameras. connie would make it his mission to have you flustered the whole night, giving you soft neck kisses and whispering both sweet and naughty things in your ear while he held you close. like,

“you look so beautiful tonight, i’m so lucky to have you, mi cielita.”

“i can’t wait to take this off of you, baby.. give you the proper attention you deserve.”

“been missing my lil’ songbird so much.” he would just miss the shell of your ear with his teeth, looking down at you with his eyes droopy with lust. “have you missed me, baby?”

“of course, baby. but the show ain’t even start yet.” you said with a squeal, already feeling the blood rush straight to your cheeks. there was no doubt the cameras caught that. if they somehow didn’t, then they sure must’ve captured the lovestruck look connie gave you whenever his eyes would fall on you.

“i can’t help it, mami. just love having you.” he would mumble, giving you the softest of pecks as to not mess up your lipstick.

musicproducer!connie was in deep when it came to you. and if it wasn’t obvious by the way he showered you with physical affection, then it must be from the way he had you as his producer tag, the five second audio starting with you giggling, then in your best ‘smooth r&b’ voice, saying “issa connie springer production.” connie remembers the first project he used that on—a joint lover’s ep onyankopon wanted him on. til this day, how many years later, every time a song from the ep comes on, your cheeks get hot and body all tingly at the flustered feeling that overwhelms you. it was your first time ever being on a record

musicproducer!connie used you for a lot of his songs, it was mainly on the background vocals of different projects he would do. but he also used you as inspiration. he moonlighted as a songwriter, mainly helping other artists with filler lyrics or strengthening what they already have. it would be rare connie was asked to write a song start to finish, but whenever he did, he found he was thinking back to your relationship. both good and bad times, just thinking of you filled him with enough inspiration to create several masterpieces.

yeah, musicproducer!connie loves you. he has what seems to be an endless amount of ways to express his love to you. but if all else fails, he knows his music will do it’s job every. damn. time.

[shawtylilsalty]

Play it well | MYG

Rate: 18+

Pairing: min Yoongi × reader

Genre/au: basketball!player!yoongi, football!player!oc, popular competitive brats, enemies to lovers, sports au

Summary: Yoongi doesn't like losing, and neither does y/n, but perhaps they can come to an agreement that benefits them both.

Warnings: This is purely for fictional purposes ONLY 18+ content, build up tension, slow burn// kinda, aLOT of teasing, a lil bit of crack, semi public sex, locker room sex, rough, fingering, tiddie sucking, raw, please read at your own risk

Word count: 13.4k

A/n: i couldn't resist adding the humour element in 🧘🏾 hope y'all have fun with it

We were fierce rivals, always competing to be the best. He was the captain of the basketball team, and you were one of the star players on the football team.

You and your rival 'Min Yoongi' have known each other since the beginning of your freshman year. You've been competing against each other ever since, even though you're on different teams. Maybe it's because you're both so driven to succeed. Maybe it's because you're both so competitive. Whatever the reason, the rivalry between you is fierce and undeniable.

What are the stakes of the rivalry? Is there a prize at the end? Is there a reputation to uphold? Did we have a personal goal we were both trying to achieve? Honestly, you didn't know. But the thought of messing with him whenever you could was worth the risk.

You and Yoongi were practicing with your respective sports teams, but he still had time to spare. His basketball game was still a week away, while your football game was about to start in the next 30 minutes. You couldn't help but feel a surge of envy.

As if the devil himself was conspiring against you, the basketball came flying towards our practice corner. You snatched it out of the air with a quickness that would make Usain Bolt jealous, your face contorted into a mask of annoyance as you marched towards those stupid jumping monkeys of a team.

You snatched the basketball out of the air and stopped right in front of Yoongi, his own ball now in your possession. You tossed it from hand to hand, left to right, taunting him with a smirk on your face.

"What's the matter, Yoongi?" you taunted. "Can't keep up with the big boys?"

Yoongi's eyes narrowed as he glared at you. "I'm not worried about you," he said. "You're just a washed-up football player who's trying to prove something."

You laughed. "Oh, really?" you said. "Well, let's see how you like this."

You took a step back and launched the basketball at the hoop. It swished through the net with a perfect arc, and you turned to Yoongi with a triumphant smile.

"That's for calling me washed up," you said.

Yoongi's jaw clenched as he looked back at the basketball that bounced back to him from the hoop you had just made with a perfect swish. He chuckled, turning around with it and bouncing it in your face, trying to spook you. The ball bounced off your nose and bounced back to him. He caught it and dribbled it between his hands, his eyes narrowed in amusement.

"Oh, sweetie, are you a little mad because you can't have me all to yourself?"

You scoff with a smirk "Oh, you're such a sore loser. This wasn't even about me having you, but you'd rather change the subject than admit defeat."

His smirk only grew as you came to the end of your sentence. He inched forward towards you, bending down slightly to come even closer. He whispered in your ear, "Yet you're not denying the want to have me, sweetheart." He tilted his head in amusement, just to watch you get a little flustered but try to keep it lowkey.

Yoongi smirked triumphantly, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He turned and jogged back to his team, who were all waiting for him with wide grins on their faces. They erupted in laughter as Yoongi recounted the scene, his words dripping with sarcasm.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance as you watched them celebrate. You knew that Yoongi had only won the debate because he had resorted to cheap tactics, but his team didn't seem to care.

You see Yoongi's turned back and your eyes roll. "Ugh, he's so full of himself," you mutter to yourself.

You twist your body around and signal to one of your teammates to pass you a spare football. They toss it to you, and you catch it with ease.

Dropping it under your feet as you hold it in position. You jog back a few steps as you grin, with only one name in mind "ayo yoongz!! watch out for that ass"

Yoongi turns around just in time to see you kick the football with a perfect curve. The ball smacks him right in the butt, making him stumble forward as he yelps in surprise.

You burst out laughing and run over to Yoongi who ended up on the ground. "My bad, couldn't resist," you say, still laughing.

Yoongi glares up at you, his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. "You're such a pain," he says, but his voice is laced with amusement.

You stop in front of him, looking down and grin cheekily. "You love it," you say.

Yoongi's eyes flash with anger. "Oh, I do, do I?" he says. "Well, maybe I'll just have to give you a taste of your own medicine."

He grabs the football from the ground still not moving from his spot, waiting for your reply "Care to challenge me?" he asks.

You raise an eyebrow. "Are you sure you want to do that?" you say, your voice laced with challenge. "I'm pretty good at this."

Yoongi smirks. "I'm not afraid of you," he says, his voice equally challenging.

You nod. "Good," you say, taking a step closer to him. You bend down and whisper in his ear, "Because I'm not afraid of you either."

Before he can respond, you quickly grab the other football from Yoongi's side and take a few steps back. "Let's go," you say. "I'm ready for you."

Yoongi's eyes narrow. "You're going to regret that," he says.

You smile. "I doubt it," you say.

You both line up facing each other, the football between your feet. You take a deep breath and prepare to kick.

"Ready?" you ask.

Yoongi nods. "Ready."

You both kick the football at the same time. The ball flies through the air, spinning and arcing.

You watch the ball closely, your heart pounding in your chest.

The ball lands perfectly between the goalposts. You cheer and throw your arms up in the air.

Yoongi sighs and shakes his head. "You win again," he says.

You grin at him. "I told you I was good," you say.

"Well this won't be the last of it and I'll prove it to you," Yoongi smiles back at you, but there's a hint of frustration in his eyes.

You laugh. "I'm counting on it," you say, boring into his eyes, finally noticing how close he actually is to you. The air is thick with tension, but neither of you break eye contact. You know that Yoongi is not going to give up easily. And you're not going to give up either.

Just as his eyes move down to your lips, your teammates interrupt, breaking the eye contact. "Hey, Y/N! Let's go, the match starts in five!" one of them yells, so you can hear them better from a distance.

You and Yoongi both look away, your cheeks flushed. You take a deep breath and try to compose yourself.

"I'll see you later," you say to Yoongi.

Yoongi nods. "Yeah," he says. "See you later."

You turn and walk away, but you can feel Yoongi's eyes on you. You know that he's just as affected by the moment as you are.

Halting in your steps one last time, you turn back to Yoongi. Trying to show that you were not affected by whatever just happened, you mess with him a little more to get to his head.

"Now, would you be a doll and cheer for me in the crowd? Who knows, if I end up seeing you on the big screen, you might earn yourself some flying kisses from the field, maybe even more after the game." You wink at him as you walk backwards, giggling at his dumbstruck expression.

Yoongi's eyes widen in surprise, and his cheeks flush. He stammers, "W-what? you're not serious."

You laugh and shake your head. "Of course I'm serious," you say. "What's wrong? Are you afraid that I might actually give you a kiss?"

Yoongi opens his mouth to respond, but you turn and walk away, leaving him standing there speechless.

You join your teammates and start walking towards the field. You can feel Yoongi's eyes on you, but you don't look back. You know that you've gotten to him, and that's all that matters.

One thing's for sure,, he thinks to himself "i gotta get on the fucking big screen by any means necessary"

After a long day and another great win, finding an empty locker room was like a glimpse of heaven.

As the last of your teammates, a blonde and a brunette, were on their way out, they acknowledged your presence before leaving.

"Oh my god, Y/N, you literally carried the team today!" the blonde exclaimed.

You dropped your bag in the locker and peeked out at her, smiling back.

"No, but seriously, I don't think we could have won without you today, senior Y/N," the brunette added.

You laughed nervously, a bit overwhelmed by the compliments. "It was just good practice, really. And let's not forget, we have an amazingly coordinated team. The win was a given anyway."

You flashed your most genuine smile, melting them instantly.

The girls had cleared out, leaving you alone in the locker room to finish your post-game stretching. You were exhausted, but you couldn't help but smile as you thought about how the game had gone.

You had spotted Yoongi and his team across the field, and they had all started chanting to get your attention. You had ignored them at first, but eventually you had given and waved. It had made you feel so good to see that he was supporting you.

What took the cherry on top though- was when half of Yoongi's team started dancing with poom pooms in their hands as soon as they saw you notice them. It was a sight to behold, As soon as my teammates pointed at the big screen, I saw Yoongi on it with a black bob wig on, cheering his heart out. I couldn't help but burst out laughing and fall to the ground.

When I got up, I sent flying kisses his way, true to my word. But seeing him catch the kiss on screen and dramatically fall on his best friend, Jimin, made me wheeze with laughter.

Yoongi's team was always up for a good laugh, and they knew how to make you smile. You were grateful for their support, both on and off the field. And even though you would never admit it to Yoongi's face, you had a bit of a crush on him.

After all, who wouldn't crush on a guy who could dance with poom pooms and still look cool?

You finished your stretching and headed to the showers. As you were washing up, you couldn't help but think about Yoongi's smile when you sent flying kisses to him. It was a smile that made your heart flutter.

Hopping out of the shower, you basked in the steamy warmth for a sec before reluctantly dragging yourself to get dressed. As you quickly brushed your wet hair in the mirror, Clutching the ends of the towel together at your chest, you reached in to pull out your spare scrubs, Yoongi danced back into your thoughts.

He can be so adorable.

Adorably hot.

Oh, when he's totally focused on his game, sweat dripping down his neck, you just wanna lick that salty goodness rig-

You turned around to drop them on the bench, and nearly screamed.

Yoongi stood there silently, watching you fumble with the armful of clothes and the towel wrapped around your still-damp body. His eyes moved over yours, seeing, taking you apart as he always did. You stood beneath his scrutiny

You squirmed. "I'm not the only person who uses this room, Yoongi. What are you doing in here? You can't be, it's against the rules."

Yoongi feigned surprise, his signature smirk curling his lips. He surveyed the empty locker room and shrugged. "According to the sign on the door, this area is closed. Tick tock, we're past closing time by an hour."

You set the scrubs down on the bench, and crossed your arms over your chest, holding the towel in place. Drops of water fell from the strands of your hair down your skin. A slow smile bloomed on your face. "Oh, is it closed? I hadn't noticed. How silly of me."

"Yes, very silly." He dropped his jacket on the bench and crossed to the other side, standing in front of you in the narrow space. You were abruptly crowded against the lockers, the cold metal surface sending goosebumps over your arms. You gazed up into his face, your brown eyes questioning.

Yoongi uncrossed your arms and wrapped his fingers around your wrists. He lifted your hands high, pressing them together against the lockers, his gaze never leaving yours. "I believe you still owe me a kiss, Gorgeous," he said, his voice low and seductive. It was a statement, not a question, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

You knew that things were about to get messy.

But what the hell, it was either now or never. and just like that, your mouth came down hard and demanding. Seize the moment, you thought. This was what you wanted, what you had been waiting for. And you were going to take it.

Yoongi thinks that perhaps he should be more surprised. But if he's honest with himself, they've been heading towards this for a while now, probably since the first time Y/N stepped into the field, all swagger and confidence and threats.

You smiled mischievously between kisses, knowing that Yoongi was surprised by your eagerness to take things fast. He probably thought you were just trying to torture him, but you were actually enjoying yourself just as much as he was. Pulling on his jersey, signalling, which Yoongi didn't need to be told twice, was gone somewhere far in the corner but before you could even admire him- Tongues end up gliding around each other's mouth as he devoured you fully. His hands dropped to yank the towel down and away from your body.

Your full breasts spilled out in all their glory, and Yoongi licked his lips at the sight.

You moaned as he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard on the pebbled nub. His tongue circled for a few revolutions before he bit down on the wet skin, making you cry out his name. He peppered kisses over the sore nipple before moving up to your neck, one hand on your breast while the other sneaking past to get between your legs. Inserting two digits in your pussy as his lips sought out a spot behind your ear that drove you wild and made your walls clench around his fingers.

He pulls back to look down where his fingers disappear so deliciously between your legs, "Fuck, hotshot. You are fucking dripping,” Yoongi observe out loud as he stare intently at your cunt. pumping them in and out.

You couldn’t bear the tension any longer so you grabbed Yoongi’s head from where it was working its magic on your breasts and yanked him upward so you could see his face.

“Enough foreplay,” you growled. “I’ve been wet all day just thinking about this, so fuck me already.” Yoongi’s pupils dilated even further, hands working fast as he was already removing his last piece of clothing, then he grabbed one of your thighs and wrapped it around his hip. Using his other hand to line himself up, he drove into your wet depths in one hard thrust.

You threw your head back and screamed in pleasure as Yoongi thrust in and out of you at a furious pace. He paused for a moment to lift you so you could wrap both your legs around his waist and then he backed you up against the wall of the opposite locker where he fucked you long and hard. He used one arm to brace himself and the other was sandwiched between our heaving bodies, playing with your clit while he pounded into you with his hard cock.

you knew that your body was on fire. You couldn’t think straight. Your pussy was throbbing, and Yoongi’s length felt so good. His fingers on your clit were making your head spin. A tingle ran up your spine and pressure built in your lower stomach. It curled and coiled, tighter and tighter and tighter until your head snapped back, and you came with a yell. In a quick movement- yoongi leaves your clit to breathe as the same two digits were making their way in your mouth,, which you gladly sucked like your life depended on ",Shhh beautiful if i didn't know any b-better, fuck- I'd think you want us to get caught"

Yoongi stuttered and lost his pace when he felt your internal muscles clamp rhythmically around his cock and his own orgasm was torn out of him by the milking action of those well toned muscles.

Exhausted, you both collapsed against the locker, gasping for breath. All too soon, the reality of what they had done began to dawn on Yoongi.

"Shit! I didn't- Y/N, we didn't use a condom." Yoongi said worriedly. You smirked up at him.

"I was already on the pill" Yoongi raised both eyebrows. "What? You know this was going to happen sooner or later," you said as you fixed the front of his hair. He chuckled and pulled you closer.

"Can't blame my woman for being prepared," he said.

You grinned and looked back into his eyes. "If I knew sex was the fastest way to become your woman, I would have done it sooner."

Yoongi left another small kiss on your lips and said, "Mmh, I doubt that. I'm pretty sure my dick made you want to stay for more."

You laughed. "Wait, you're right." You kissed him back and then got up to shower again.

Yoongi watches you walk back to the stalls and scoffs in amusement.

"You're such an asshole," he yells out.

"Oh, you love it," you peek out the shower curtain to signal him to join you in the showers, making him jump back on his feet.

"You know me so well."

Things were gonna be spicy for you both in and out from here, and you couldn't wait for more.

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That was a long ride lmao

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description. you're having a bit of a hard time fitting suguru in your mouth, but you insist that practice'll make perfect.

pairing. g suguru x reader tags. smut (18+), oral (m receiving), virgin!reader, corruption kink, gagging, dacryphillia, petname angel used a shit ton w/c. 1.3k a/n. my first time writing for jjk so >_< hope u enjoy! comments and reblogs are always appreciated

"fuck," your boyfriend groans, low and rumbling from his chest as you look up at him through thick lashes. situated between his legs on the ground, your knees burn but it doesn't compare to the ache in your cunt. swiping your tongue over his pretty pink, bulbous tip, he tastes so good, you're nearly drunk on the taste alone.

a gorgeous pearl of precum dribbles off the slit and you watch with wide eyes as suguru's cock grows incredibly hard right in the palm of your hand. "sure you can take it angel?" suguru asks from his spot above on the couch. he's looking down at you with a lazy grin, drinking in the way your lips quiver at the sight.

"i-i can do it," you affirm, tearing your gaze away from his length and finally up at your boyfriend. suguru shifts a little in his seat so he can look at you better, his heart swelling in his chest at your eagerness.

"alright angel ... " he huffs, wrapping his his large hand at the base of his cock and holding it up better so it's perfectly positioned to plunge straight into your mouth. he gives you a knowing look as you lift yourself on your knees and open wide. suguru takes a moment to use his free hand to tenderly rub your bottom lip, admiring the way your lips instinctively close around his thumb.

slipping his slick finger out with a pop, he nudges the head of his cock against your cheek, some of the wetness smearing against your skin. neither of you bother to wipe it away, neither of you care. it's kinda hard to care about anything besides how fucking stuffed your mouth is and fucking amazing your tongue feels against the underside of his dick.

and fuck, he's hardly even half way in when you try to hollow out your cheeks and suguru's watching you struggle to maintain eye contact, your eyes already welling up with tears as the back of your throat burns and you pull yourself off of him, sputtering for breath. he frowns, leaning down to cup the back of your head when you look back up at him.

your bottom lip is stuck out in a cute little pout and suguru doesn't even know how he hasn't had you suck him off yet because god does he want to ruin you.

"are you okay baby?" he murmurs, running a hand over your flushed cheeks worriedly. your breaths are a little shaky and heavy, and suguru begins to grow anxious that maybe you don't want to do this. but then you're staring up at him with those glassy eyes that sparkle against the dim lamp behind him and suguru just knows that you were fucking made for him.

you nod shyly. "yeah suguru ... 'm okay," you tell him honestly, "i'm sorry. can we try again?"

fuck, he might as well bust on your face already. "'course angel, don't apologize ... 'course we can try again," he coos, aligning his dick up with your opening mouth. "doin' so good for me, my sweet girl."

it must be the words of praise or the way he's looking down at you so intensely because this time you're able to force his cock down until it's hitting the back of your throat. of course, within a second your pulling off again, eyes shut tight as you heave for more breaths and cough on whatever's still hitting you from your gag reflex. and there he is again, suguru's hand on your back, patting you gently until you've finally regained your composure, and then you're looking up at him with those eyes again.

suguru really wants to rail you into the next dimension, but you're just too determined right now. "angel, you wanna take a break?" he offers, because suguru knows that his dick is a tough fit. he knows that you're struggling. he knows that your jaw is probably aching just as bad as your poor little cunt.

"i can do it sugu," you tell him with a fierce look in your eyes and who is he to deny you. so there he is, once again, guiding his length back to your mouth and this time, you suck him in more confidently, cheeks hollowing out so you're hugging so nicely that suguru just knows he won't last longer.

how he managed to get such a goddamn angel between his legs is still a miracle to him; it's a sparing thought as you work your way down his length that suguru has successfully turned his sweet girlfriend into a girl who's on her knees, practically begging to give him a blowjob.

and he's gotta give it you because now you've pushed yourself too the limits, cock shoved down your throat with your nose almost brushing against his pelvis. your eyes are screwed shut as hot tears run down your burning cheeks, but this time, you don't pull back immediately. threading his fingers into the crown of your head, while he steadies you.

dragging your head back slowly, your tongue is pressed against his length, feeling him, tasting him, and the obscene moans that leave suguru's lips only add to your drive. "angel, angel, angel," he grunts when your lips reach half way out before pushing forward and forcing your way back down.

your throat burns and you feel your jaw growing tired but the way suguru is egging you on so well has you on a one track mind to get him to cum on your face. "angel, just like that ... perfect fucking angel ... perfect fucking mouth ... could fuck your mouth all goddamn day."

and it hurts, yeah, but it's fucking euphoric, how he's inside of you and groaning out your name under soft breaths. you feel so close, so intimate and you can't even imagine how it'll feel when he gets to fuck you because with the way things are going now, you might just cum untouched.

suguru can see it too, watching you squirm between his legs, bouncing up and down slightly in hopes that your pussy will get the friction it needs. you meekly try to press your thighs together but the thought is long forgotten when his cock is hitting impossibly deep in your throat and you need to squeeze his thighs to stop you from pulling off and gagging.

he's starting to hold the ropes now, hips lifting a bit more, a bit higher each time, his hand pushing you down more and more as you start to speed up. suguru knew he wasn't going to last now—he couldn't. at least not when his angel of a girlfriend looked fucking ethereal with a cock stuffing her mouth. and so he lets you do your thing until he feels it in his stomach, that tight knot threatening to snap when he sees the way your eyelashes clump together as they hold your tears, so he pulls your head off.

you look at him with heavy breaths escaping your lips and he's whispering, "tongue out angel," and when you comply without as much as a second of hesitation, suguru caves. thick ribbons of warm cum paint your face and mouth as he fervently jerks himself off, and suguru thinks he's never seen anything hotter.

after he's milked himself dry, the sound of soft pants bounce off the walls. suguru reaches for his phone and you look up at him confused, cum still dripping from your skin. your boyfriend only grins. he'll clean you up, kiss you, tell you he loves you just a second. right now, he's got to pull out the camera app and save this exact moment. the moment he ruined his perfect fucking angel.