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android!john price x human!reader, or in which you seek a human companion after many years of being alone.
+18, smut, mdni, etc.
You were a fidgety mess as you sat in the waiting area of the office. Your eyes continually glance towards the door as you waited for your name to be called.
The office you were waiting in was like a dating service of sorts. It was for people who had trouble connecting with others. So, to help, one could get assigned or "matched" with a android.
The android could be your friend, a guide, ... a lover. Whatever you need, the android will help. And the android also had a choice too. Some seek companionship as humans do. Others are just fascinated by the whole human emotion concept in general.
Whatever it was, both humans and androids wanted to help each other. To better understand or to just not be alone in the world. And it seemed to help.
You were broken out of your thoughts when your name was called. The doctor beckoning to you to the door as you got up and collected your purse.
"Morning, how are you doing today?"
You smiled at the doctor, "I'm good... though, I am curious about the match?"
It was normal to be nervous. Because sometimes there were people who couldn't even match with an android.
The doctor smiled at you, "luckily we found the perfect partner for you."
You cringed at how she said it. You didn't want the android, whoever they were, to feel like they were being forced into a relationship after all.
She stopped in front of a door, "he's in there."
"Do I just go in?"
"That's all there is to it."
"What if he changes his mind about being with me?"
The doctor chuckled softly at you and ushered you forward, forcing you to open the door with her closing it behind you.
You aren't ready for this, you decided. And just as you were about to back out, someone greeted you.
"Morning love, I was wondering when I would get to meet you face to face."
Putting a on a brave face that consisted of a kind smile and easygoing eyes, you turned towards the voice.
âMorning, uhm⊠sorry, she didnât tell me your name.â
âNeither did she tell me yours.â
He stood up from the chair that was situated at the table in the middle of the room, his form was towering. You wondered how he was created in such a way, but quickly stuffed the idea away.
You held out your hand and gave out your name, your eyes holding every anxious thought within them as you hoped you wouldnât embarrass yourself, âyou can call me John.â
He didnât hesitate to reciprocate your gesture, much to your relief. And when his hand fitted into your own, you were taken aback a little by how warm it was. Your surprise caused him to chuckle which, in turn, caused your cheeks to heat up.
âNow love, I know why I am here, but how about you? What are you looking for the moment you set through those doors?â
He was still holding your hand (most likely to track your heart rate) while his eyes were trained on yours. You wondered silently if he even needed to blink.
âI want a partner⊠a romantic one. Someone who I can go on dates with, cuddle with in the evenings, and⊠and be intimate with. Thatâs what I am looking for.â
You barely managed the confidence to say all of that. Though, you couldnât deny that you wanted to shrivel up at every single admitted word that fell from your lips. A whole part of you felt so greedy, so selfish. Maybe this wasnât a good idea-
âGood.â
âG- good?â
He moved his hand to grip at your wrist and gently tugged you forward to where you fell into his chest, âbecause love, thatâs what I was looking for too. It may be hard to believe, but even androids can love.â
You couldnât stop the giggle that fell from your lips, âand I wouldnât doubt that at all.â
âThen, would you allow me to take you out on a date so we could properly get to know each other?â
Deciding to just stop worrying for once, you played along. A giddy smile on your lips as you leaned in, âif you would be so kind to escort me, good sir.â
To say the least, you never made it to your little date.
Instead, you had brought him to your home so you could get ready, though, what ended up in you changing your clothes was him politely knocking on your door to help you out which eventually led into him helping you into bed.
A date could always wait for another day, right?
Sure, you were doing things backwards, but with how John had your legs folded up to your chests, you doubted that he cared.
âAhhh, look at you, love, your cunt is just swallowing me whole.â
He pressed his weight down onto you, his hands gripping your hips harshly as he thrusted into you. His dick plunging and marking your walls, forcing your nerves to remember him. As a steady and hard plap â plap â plap echoed into the room along with your moans and sweet whimpers every time his tip kissed your cervix.
You scratched at his back, your nails digging into his all too real skin as you tried to thrust your hips back into him, desperate for him to go deeper, harder. Removing one of his hands from your hips, he moved his fingers down to your dripping cunt, with precise and careful movements, he started to gently rub at your clit. The way you moaned so loud for him as that thread snapped within you. Your walls clenching hard around him as you came around his hard length. The mere feel of you squeezing his cock had him gushing. His cum that filled you may match the white color of a human manâs but was otherwise just harmless warm fluid created and stored, only to be used in such situations as these.
And to say the least, you were his first partner who let him cum inside, and as he watched you try to catch your breath, he finally released your legs from the mean mating press he had you in. And before he could pull out of you, you had already locked your legs around his waist.
âAgain?â
You were breathless, but craved for more. To match with someone like you.. he was truly lucky.
âOnly if youâll ride me this time,â he said flipping you both over so he was now on his back and you were straddling his waist, his cock stiff snuggly inside you.
âWith pleasure, and then maybe we can go out on that date later?â
âWhatever you want and more, love. Iâm all yours, just as youâre mine.â
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Fake Scenarios In My Head #33
âCasey?â Alex stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, glaring at the pile of blankets and pillows where her girlfriend had buried herself. Only a tuft of red hair was visible, poking out from beneath the blankets. The pile shifted slightly, a clear sign that Casey was awakeâand had heard her.
âCare to explain how The Decisive Moment ended up sandwiched between The New York State Constitution and The Turn of the Screw?â
A hand waved sleepily from under the blankets, aiming in Alexâs direction. âHmm?â Caseyâs groggy voice murmured, still thick with sleep. She peeked out, squinting at the bright light as she tried to focus on Alex.
Alex's voice was sharp. âIt seems a little goblin broke into our apartment last night and completely rearranged my bookshelves.â Her tone held a slight accusation. âOr is there another explanation for the mess I found this morning?â
Casey blinked again, stifling a yawn as Alexâs words registered. A sheepish, crooked smile crept across her face. âUmâŠâ She scratched the back of her neck, clearly searching for an excuse. âI... couldnât sleep. Court was brutal yesterday, and I just... wanted to unwind.â
Alex arched an eyebrow. âAnd you thought dismantling my entire system was a good way to unwind?â
âWell...â Casey hesitated. âI thought a little... organizing might help clear my head.â She gave Alex her most hopeful smile, but it didnât budge her.
ââOrganizingâ is a strong word for what you did,â Alex shot back. âI have a system, Casey. I love my system. It took me years to perfect that bookshelf.â
âI know, but... come on, color-coding isnât that bad, is it?â Casey ventured, biting her lip, half-amused but trying to soften Alexâs annoyance.
Alex huffed and crossed her arms more tightly. âCasey, it looks like a rainbow exploded all over my shelves. And... poetry in the history section? Really?â
Casey stifled a laugh, trying to keep a straight face. âYeah, okay, maybe not my brightest idea.â
âYou donât say,â Alex replied, her voice dry, but a small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
Sitting up fully now, Casey reached for Alexâs hand. After a momentâs hesitation, Alex let her take it. Casey looked up with wide, pleading eyesâeyes that had softened many an argument between them.
âIâm sorry! Iâll make it up to you, I swear,â Casey promised, tracing slow circles on Alexâs knuckles.
Alex softened, though her expression stayed firm. âAnd what do you suggest?â
âA luxury breakfast. My treat. Whatever you like,â Casey grinned, pulling Alex a little closer.
ââŠand?â Alexâs voice held just a hint of curiosity.
Caseyâs grin turned mischievous as she pulled Alex even closer, her arms slipping around Alexâs waist. âAnd maybe a special breakfast before we head out?â Her hands slid under Alexâs shirt, fingertips grazing her warm skin, making her shiver.
Alexâs resolve wavered, her cool composure slipping under Caseyâs touch. âI could⊠be persuaded,â she murmured, her voice softening.
Casey knew she had Alex. With a triumphant smile, she pulled her down into the blankets. Her lips found Alexâs jawline, trailing warm kisses that chased away the last of Alexâs irritation.
âI canât stay mad at you, can I?â Alex murmured, her voice softening under Caseyâs touch. Casey chuckled, well aware of the effect she had on her.
âWouldnât be wise to try,â Casey whispered with a playful grin. She kissed Alex deeply, her hands moving purposefully, each caress making Alex gasp, her body relaxing with every kiss. The argument faded into the background as Alexâs tension melted away. Soon, she lay limp and satisfied in Caseyâs arms, a content smile on her lips.
As Casey began to drift back to sleep, Alexâs voice broke the silence, teasing but gentle. âStill waiting on that breakfast... and I hope you saved some energy.â
Casey cracked an eye open, a smile tugging at her lips. âFor breakfast?â
Alex grinned. âFor putting every one of those books back where they belong.â
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Tumblr doesnât do this anymore but there once was a time when youâd get notified if someone used your gifs. This is only a small sample of the very... diverse range of uses for this one melancholic Rouge gif.
#Rouge the Bat#Sonic the Hedgehog#funny#gif#momma always said tumblr was like a box of chocolates#the wwe one had me in a sputtering fit of laughter#itâs the whiplash of it all#idk how something so simple got so many uses by people who were NOT sonic fans at all#but uh guess Iâm glad it spoke to a lot of people haha#hope this gave some of you a good morning chuckle
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Prompt: Simon âGhostâ Riley and the sweetheart next door
Content: Pure fluff
I just want to say thank you so much for the support on my Ghost Grumpy x Sunshine fanfic!! I didnât expect it to reach 1k notes and Iâm so grateful that you guys enjoyed it!đ€
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Simon kept shuffling around his bed over and over again, unable to sleep.
It was 12 PM and he had just came back from deployment. For three week straight his body was surviving off of coffee and adrenaline. He desperately wanted to sleep but unfortunately his new neighbor was moving in.
Through the thin walls he could hear the constant movement of their feet and the dropping of multiple boxes. Simon groaned into his pillow before finally trudging towards the noises. His neighbor hasn't even fully moved in and he's fed up already. He swung his door open, glaring at the door across his, but he instantly felt regret when he saw your helpless figure trying to hold multiple boxes all at once. Beads of sweat formed on your face and your chest was heaving rapidly, it looked like you were gonna faint any minute.
You saw Simon from the corner of your eyes and gave him an apologetic smile.
âGood afternoon! I hope Iâm not disturbing you or anything,â you chuckled embarrassingly.
Simon couldnât help but adore your pretty smile and your sweet voice. All of the negative thoughts in his head flew out the window in an instant.
âItâs alright, just keep it down, yeah?â
Before you could respond, one of the boxes slipped past your hands and dropped to the floor.
A small curse left your lips as you tried picking it up and, without even thinking, Simon rushed to grab it for you.
âOh, thank you!â You beamed at his kind gesture.
Simon felt his heart melt at the sight of your pure joy.
âNo problem, I could help you with the rest if you want.â
You tried insisting that he shouldnât bother and you got everything in control. But Simon wouldnât let you exhaust yourself. Besides, he would do anything to see that beautiful smile of yours once more.
After half an hour all the boxes were finally inside the empty apartment. It wouldâve originally taken you another hour without Simonâs help. Now all you had to do was unpack, which was less work.
You were glad that your work for the day was done but Simon wasnât. It meant that he would have to go back and say goodbye.
âIâll see you around, Simon!â You say before you shut the door.
Your voice echoed throughout Simonâs mind, over and over again. He stood there for a moment, almost like he was in a trance.
He snapped back to reality. His hand wiped across his face at the unusual thoughts he was having. Who wouldâve thought you would have such an effect on him?
The following day Simon was greeted by a knock on the door.
He opened it and there you were, the same gorgeous smile on your face while you held a container.
âGood morning! I just wanted to give you something before I leave for work.â
You open the container and reveal a dozen heart shaped cookies.
âI made you some cookies as a thank you gift!â You beamed.
At that point Simonâs heart was completely melted because of you. He couldnât stop the stupid grin that crept across his face.
âThanks,â he says as he takes the container.
After he took it, you stood there for a minute, fiddling with your fingers. You looked nervous about something.
âSo, um.. I was thinking if youâd like to have dinner with me tonight. I donât have friends in the city and I really want to treat you for helping me outâ as long as youâre free and okay with it of course!â You stammered. Your cheeks were a rosy hue.
Simonâs mind went completely blank.
âYeah, I donât mind,â he quickly replied.
Hearing his words made your smile grow even wider. Your eyes were quite literally glittering with happiness.
âItâs a date then!â You giggle in a joking manner.
If only you knew how much your words caused heart rate to spike up the roof.
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#cod#cod modern warfare#cod mw2#ghost x reader#ghost x you#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon riley fluff#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost cod#ghost x y/n#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x y/n#ghost fluff
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Bucky's Crush
Bucky x reader
Summary: Sam is tired of Bucky not doing anything to get the girl he likes. So he helps out a bit.
Words: 710
Warnings: Cute and nervous Bucky
It was an early morning in the compound. Sam was telling Bucky some story of his adventures, but that turned into white noise when he saw you walking into the kitchen. Still in your pajama and unbrushed, messy hair. You walked to the mug cupboard and stretched, yawning.
"Want some coffee?" Bucky asked with a smile in his voice.
"Yes, please." You leaned against the kitchen island, watching Bucky intently as he made you coffee. Who knew that making coffee could be so sexy?
"Good morning, by the way." He said in a little raspy voice from sleep.
"Hi, good morning." You blushed, tucking hair behind your ear, and smiled awkwardly, hoping he didn't notice you staring at him.
"There you go." His eyes were locked with yours as he gave you a cup with steam coming from it.
"Thank you, Bucky." Inhaling the delicious scent, you thanked him.
"You're welcome, doll." He folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the counter. Subtly, his eyes traveled up and down your body, making you blush again. You went back to your room, thinking you should try to blush less in Bucky's presence.
Bucky shook his head with a smile and looked at Sam, who was staring at him. "What?"
"Seriously?"
"What?" Bucky didn't understand what was his problem.
"I was talking to you, dude."
"I heard you."
"Okay then. What was the last thing you heard?"
"Ummm...that you like seeds and breadcrumbs." Bucky shrugged.
"Ugh, just ask her out already." Sam rolled his eyes, annoyed.
"I will..." Bucky looked into the hallway you went to just seconds ago. "Someday."
Sam had arranged a movie night, making you and Bucky sit together. It was all highly suspicious because you three were the only people there.
Bucky's musky cologne mixed with the faded scent of the leather jacket he had worn earlier, lingered on his hoodie. You had to fight against the urge to just melt into your seat.
He pretended to yawn, stretching his arms in the air, and placing his arm around your shoulders, gauging your reaction. Naturally, you moved closer to his side. He had to bite his cheeks to stop the smile from turning too big.
Sam bailed pretty early, knowing that if you two were left alone, you would feel more free and open up.
After a while, you stood up, and Bucky thought 'Well, this is it, he went too far too soon.' But you only took a blanket and then returned to your seat by his side. This time, snuggling even closer to him.
His mind reeled with all kinds of different thoughts. All of them included you. He wondered did he remembered how to kiss. Can you even forget something like that? Now, he went too far and was overthinking.
You could feel and hear his relentless heartbeat, or maybe it was yours you couldn't quite tell.
You couldn't take the tension anymore. You spun around so fast that you startled both of you. Placing your hand softly on his nape, you slowly leaned closer, giving him a chance to stop this, but instead, he closed the distance. As soon as your lips met, it was like he forgot all of his previous worries.
Bucky couldn't hide the smile anymore and he didn't want to. Feeling the dog tags around his neck, you wrapped the silver chain around your fingers, tugging him to you while lying back on the couch. Which he gladly followed.
After a while, Bucky pulled away from you, looking to the side, where Sam was slowly and carefully creeping to the place where he was sitting earlier.
Noticing that he's caught, Sam stopped. "Don't mind me, I just forgot my phone. He quickly run after the phone. "Carry on." He shot you both a smile and left.
Laughing, you hid your face in your palms from embarrassment. Bucky chuckled, gently taking your hands off your face. "You are so damn cute, doll."
Now you were blushing even harder.
Bucky turned off the TV and, easily picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your squeal turned into giggles. "Where are we going?"
"To my room." He smiled, "So we can watch the movie and make out without interruption."
#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky x you#bucky fluff#bucky x y/n#bucky barnes
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DAY ONE. FIRST TIME?
ft. gojo satoru â jujutsu kaisen (ćȘèĄć»»æŠ)
your boyfriend gojo satoru is convinced youâll never be able to knock him off of the pedestal he stands on. saying heâll always be the one to fuck you good and straight, that youâll never one up him. maybe itâs time to show him that heâs not always right.
ruling. nsfw â mature content
content warnings. dom! gn! reader, first time sub! gojo, anal penetration / pegging, fingering, overstimulation, bratty gojo, slight dacryphilia, dumbification themes, hair pulling, spit as lube, established relationship, plot before porn
an. this came out way too long. anyways hope yâall enjoy day 1, some of the kinks listed on the ml did not make the cut bcs the fic would take 80 years to read and the intro is already cutting into my lifetime. also not proofread. anyways enjoy fucking gojo!!
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you and your boyfriend gojo satoru have been dating for five months at this point. your relationship is everything youâve ever wanted in one; secure, loving, and honest. satoru is the most caring man youâve probably ever metâ though cheeky, heâs just as infatuated with you as he was when you first met.
not only is gojo amazing, but so is the sex. not to be a prude, but itâs true. he knows how to take care of his baby and never wants to leave you unsatisfied.
the only sour thing about your relationship is his teasing. especially in the mornings-after.
when youâre groaning, pressing down on a muscle in your back as you complained to gojo about how hard he went down on you the night prior. your boyfriendâs fierce laughter as heâs propped up on one arm, staring at you from his safety beneath the covers of your shared bed and messy hair.
âaw, câmon, you know you liked it.â gojo would say as you kept prodding at your shoulders and legs. youâd shoot him a dirty look and heâd snicker loudly again. âokay, okay, iâm sorry. iâll make it up to you today, i swear.â
one morning, your boyfriend had tossed his still-bare body over yours after a long session that night. face first into the pillow behind your head; long, spindly limbs sprawled out like a starfish on top of you as you both shared silly remarks about the long night you both had.
âyâknow, one day, iâm gonna get you back for all the times you leave me sore like this,â you huffed, earning a muffle giggle from your boyfriend with his head in the sheets. âwhat? iâm serious.â you insisted.
gojoâs head snapped up to look at you. squinted blue eyes followed by another ugly little giggle. âuh huh, i bet.â
âwhat do you mean, âyou betâ?â you scrunched your nose as your boyfriend gave you another mean chuckle through his big grin. âcâmon, y/n. you know you canât top my skills.â
ânow what does that mean?â you shot back, cocking an eyebrow at gojoâs funny expressions.
he hummed, thinking for a bit before turning his attention back to you. âyou know iâm good at what i do. if you even tried to top me, youâd just end up giving up anyways.â you rolled your eyes. ânot true.â
âwhatâs not true? that youâd give up, or that iâm good? because yâknow, these fingers arenât only good at sorceryââ
âyeah yeah, shut the fuck up.â
ever since that night, though, you havenât stopped thinking about the idea. reversing the roles. itâs something the both of you had never tried before, but were you open to the idea. you just needed to make sure that satoru was, too.
but there was something different about tonight in particular that made you feel a bit more confident than usual.
it started off as it usually did whenever the both of you were in the mood. a handsy hello as soon as you got home from work; peppering your face with kisses and fingers pressing against your hips as you let your boyfriend lead you to the bedroom.
youâd barely be able to get a word in with the way gojo would welcome you home. lips quickly pressed together and without hesitation your back would be against the mattress and clothes discarded onto the floor.
âmissed you today.â gojo mumbled into the kiss, lips sloppily trying to chase the pattern the both of you shared. hands gripping at your sides as he pushed you eagerly onto the bed.
as soon as you hit the bed you immediately grabbed at his arms and pulled him forward onto you. something inside you was poundingâ pounding for tonight to be different than the rest.
you pulled gojo onto the bed, chest rising with heated breaths as a switch in your brain flipped. hands pushing him down beneath you, his back against the sheets as your boyfriend let out a breathy gasp.
âhey, whatâre you doinâ?â gojo mumbled, looking up at you through glassy eyes and white lashes as you reveled at the sight of satoru beneath youâ a sight you werenât used to seeing, but welcomed with open arms.
âyouâre gonna let me take care of you tonight. okay toru?â you said, his eyes blowing wide and lips twitching into a small grin.
âtake care of me?â he chuckled, watching as you slowly started to undo his shirt. âiâd like to see you try.â
you rolled your eyes as you pulled his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. gojo watched your every movement, watching with interest as one of your hands quickly went to circle one of his nipples.
he shivered at your cold fingertips tracing along his chest, but laughed all the same. âwhat, âs this all youâre gonna do? câmon, baby, let me just take care of you andâ mmph.â gojo was promptly cut off when he felt your fingers press against the hard-on in his pants. a small smile crept onto your lips at the sight.
âhush, toru.â you muttered, palming him through his pants as gojo let out a strained groan. âthis is what you get for being so mean to me all the time. leaving me brusied and sore.â
âyou said you wanted it rough.â satoru panted, looking down at you as his long fingers started to grab at the sheets beneath him. âoh, i do.â you shrugged. âbut now, itâs your turn to feel what i feel.â
your boyfriendâs breath hitched in his throat at the words from your tongue. he quickly gathered himself, clearing his throat to mask the whimper that slipped his lips. âyouâll just give up, yâknow. youâre just gonna give into me and come crawling back.â
âthatâs what you may think, but i know what i want.â you said, removing your hand from his bulge to reach for his glinting silver belt buckle. âyouâre gonna take my cock and behave, just like i do for you. and if you donât like it, you can say our safe word and leave.â
gojo gulped. he knew you wouldnât do anything he didnât want. he was in the position to say no whenever he wanted to. but the thought of your thick cock splitting him open had him salivating; even if he didnât want to admit it to his big ego.
âsatoru.â your voice called him back, snapping him out of the trance he was in. he looked down at you, his belt already undone and ready to be pulled off. âcolor, satoru. tell me what you want.â
he swallowed thickly again, lips parting as he whispered. âgreen.â
you smiled softly at him, slowly pulling his belt from the loops as you muttered a slow âalright.â unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down alongside his boxers. his pretty cock revealing itself to you.
âalready leaking for me, huh toru?â you snickered, the feelings of your breath along his dick making him twitch.
âstill gonna break you, yâknow.â gojo murmured. âyouâre just gonna give up and beg me to fuck you.â
âwhatever makes you feel better.â *you said plainly. the tone in your voice left him shivering. suddenly, you raised your hand to his lips and with no hesitation said, âspit.â
gojo blinked down at you, who was watching him expectantly. he parted his lips and let his tongue slip forward, spitting onto your fingers as he maintained eye contact with you. âthank you, toru.â you said, lubricating your fingers before you lined them with the edge of his hole.
he felt his heart leap into his throat when your fingertips prodded at his entrance. silently, satoru spread his legs to let you know he wanted you. and you seemed to understand his prompt, for almost immediately your long fingers slipped into him with ease.
âfuck, oh god.â gojo immediately hissed, clenching tight around your middle and ring fingers as they slowly began to thrust in and out of him. âoh my god.â
he watched as your hand worked at his insides; curling your fingers as the sorcerer finally allowed for small whines to slip past his lips. each sound left his stomach turningâ the dirty sounds of his own hole clenching around his partnerâs fingers making him shudder.
gojo was stuck at small whines of pleasure, heavy breathing and the occasional gasp, until your fingers hit a particularly good spot inside him that made him cry out.
âohnâ oh fuck,â gojo whined out. âthere. right, right there, thatâ ah!â he gasped when your fingers curled against his sweet spot, making him flinch and pulse around you. ââs that feel good, satoru?â you asked, slowly thrusting your fingers in and out of his hole, taking note of the way his fingers curled around the satin sheets of your shared bed.
satoru nodded. his chest rising and falling with sharp breaths as he kept his eyes locked on you. âyeah. feels good. right there, feels so goodâŠâ he murmured. jolting back with every thrust of your fingers in and out of him, muscles tensing and relaxing in ragged patterns before you eventually pulled your fingers out.
âso messy.â you murmured, raising your hand to his mouth again. âspit.â and he did, right onto your fingers once more.
âi think youâre ready to take me, toru.â you spread his legs and began to undo your own buckle. your boyfriend watched your hands, every move closer to watching you reveal yourself making him almost shake with anticipation.
it wasnât until you finally pulled out your cock did he realize how big you truly were. eyes blowing into saucers as he immediately began to blabber.
âyou look so big!â satoru whined. âno way youâre gonna make me take all of that!â
âoh, i will.â you purred, pressing the head of your cock to his hole. he flinched, feeling your tip just against his ass as he went to protest again. âwhy canât i jusâ fuck you like usual, baby?â
you laughed meanly at his words. âwhat, are you scared, satoru?â you asked, leaning in and simultaneously pressing your tip just against his opening. âscared iâm gonna break you open?â
âno!â gojo shook his head furiously. âi just- i just think youâre gonna get tired and give up.â
you sighed, staring down at your boyfriend with his big wide eyes and wet eyelashes. after a moment of bathing in his beauty, you grabbed hold of his thighs and leaned back. âcolor, satoru.â
gojo hesitated. looking from you down to his drooling cock that was just begging to be touched. his inflated ego kept hammering in his chest, but the feeling of your tip against his hole drove every thought away and left him squirming.
âgreen.â
âgood.â and before he knew it, youâd forced yourself into him. a loud moan clawing its way through his throat and spilling from his lips as you began to pound into him, gradually picking up speed.
suddenly, that same hammering feeling in his chest immediately died out. as soon as satoru felt your cock sliding in and out of his walls, pressing up against his prostate with every thrust, his demeanor immediately unraveled.
âfuckâ oh myâ fuck, youâre so big!â gojo cried out. hands scrambling to ground himself as he gripped onto the sheets. âahâ ohâ oh my fucking, please, y/n!â
you couldnât help but watch gojoâs big blue eyes grow teary. rolling back into his head as you fucked him, forcing his legs back to angle yourself well enough to hit all of the right places.
âalready all ruined for me, satoru.â you cooed. your words slipped into his brain and toyed with his thoughts, leaving him quietly whimpering as he felt your hands near his head.
all of a sudden, the cloudy feeling forming in gojoâs brain flickered as you took a handful of his hair and forced him to look at you. yelping as your fingers intertwined with his snowy locks and pulled his head up.
âwhat was that you said earlier about me getting tired and giving up, toru?â you asked, hips angling and pounding into him faster and faster. all he could do was hiccup and gasp, head subtly bobbing from the force of your thrusts combined with the weakening grip on his scalp.
âahmmâ ah, i donâtâ uhnâŠâ he stammered, too focused on the feeling of the head of your cock kissing his prostate with every thrust to make out the words you were saying. the fog in his head was coming back, accompanied by a knot tightening in his stomach.
satoru was panting and shaking. too focused on the heat in his lower abdomen spreading across his body. âiâm- itâs-â he stuttered out, words slurred together. his brain was rattling inside his head. too embarrassed to admit the fact that he was already about to cum his brains out to himself as you kept hammering his hole. ây/n, iâm gonnaâ haaah, oh!â
âgonna what?â you asked, thrusts growing deep and sloppy as you kept your quick pace. âcâmon, finish your sentence. donât tell me youâve already gone dumb.â
his vision grew blurry with tears, a few even spilling over and down his cheeks. the heat in his stomach kept burning, hotter and hotter as his brain tried to scramble for words to try and form a sentence. hell, even a word would be nice.
âah, ahn, iâmâ haah, ah, ah!â gojo began to squeal. your grip on his hair grew tighter as he completely began to forget you were even talking to him.
and suddenly, he was cumming all over himself with a garbled âcuâ ah, aahhn!â his scalp burning from the force you held him up with, legs twitching as his cock bobbed with every stream of cum he coated his stomach with.
you slowed your thrusts as you watched him cum, but didnât halt completely. as soon as he was done, you immediately began picking up your pace once more.
âwait, whâ fuck!â satoru whined out as you let go of his hair and flipped him onto his hands and knees. his head stuffed into the pillow that was once below him as you drove your cock into his hole with more fervor than before. âi- i just came! y/n, baby, i just-â
âi never said you could cum, did i?â you asked. immediately he shut his mouth, clenching around you with a loud whine. âyouâre gonna keep taking my cock until iâve cum. until then, you sit here and look pretty for me. is that clear?â
at first he didnât respond. not until you grabbed hold of his hair from behind and forced him up again. âi said, is that clear, satoru?â
gojo eagerly nodded his head, panting and whimpering with your every movement. âyes. yes, âs clear! fuck me, please!â
you were going to have a long night.
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Little Spidey
Pairing:Â Natasha Romanoff x Spider-Woman! Reader
Summary:Â After coming home from a long mission, you struggle to accept a little shift in your relationships.Â
Angst, Comfort, Fluff
Warnings: Brief mentions depression & loneliness | 1.3K
AC:Â Wrote this for my good friend, @scarletwidowblackwitch ! so sorry it took me forever to get this one out for you! I hope you enjoy! xÂ
Your apartment was quiet while you lay in bed staring at the roof, usually your roommates, Peter and Kate would be making so much noise that a sleep in was almost non-existent in the small apartment. The time on your phone reading, 10:16am reminded you just how hungry you were. After getting home rather late last night, sliding through the door without making a sound, careful not to wake your roommates, you took a shower and fell as the second your head hit the pillow.Â
You wandered into the kitchen, the two friends of yours leaving it how they normally did. Their breakfast dishes in the sink, crumbs from the cereal box on the countertop along with some small droplets of milk. You shook your head with a soft, amused smile on your lips as you reached for a wash cloth to clean up after them.Â
After breakfast, you showered and gave your suit a quick steam before you picked up your phone, the weather was beautiful today, the sun kissing the city of New York with its warm touch made you think about a nice catch up with you a friend or two in Central Park. You called Wanda first, knowing just how much she loved getting a latte and some fresh air but your call went to voice mail, maybe she was on a mission you thought.Â
Next you tried your roommate, Kate but no answer then you tried your luck with Peter.Â
âHey, Y/n, whatâs up?â The young adult happily asked.Â
âI just wanted to know if you were busy? Thought we could grab a smoothie and hang out?â You replied.Â
âWait, when did you get back? I thought you were still on that big job?â
âUh, last night. I didnât want to wake you or Kate, so I was pretty quietâ you lightly chuckled.Â
âWelcome back! I would hang out today but Tonyâs got me doing training in this new suit he made me, can we do a rain check?â He questioned with doubt in his voice.Â
âOf course, let me know whenever youâre freeâ you did your best to sound unbothered before Peter said heâd text you before hanging up the line. You let out a light sigh before you checked the Avengers app that Tony created to keep up with who was on missions and to no surprise, Natasha was on a mission, Bucky was on a mission, Steve was with Bucky, Sam was booked for training, Tony was with Peter and Kate was with Clint on someday training trip. With that information, you tossed your phone on your freshly made bed and decided to go to the gym for an hour or so.Â
As the days went by, you couldnât help the negative thoughts that dawned on you. Almost everybody had returned from their missions and were staying at the compound to catch up on mission reports. You joined them all at the compound but the quietness that you woke up too days before still lingered. You wondered if you were annoying those around you, your text messages went unread, or you only got short replies back. Plans to catch up went abandoned leaving you alone while your insecurities dawned on you.Â
A week has floated by you while you did your best to keep yourself distracted from the loneliness that crept into the apartment, your roommates barely coming home for more than a nights sleep. The apartment still quiet over your favorite playlist that played in the background, nothing on the streaming apps seemed interesting enough to keep the silence from becoming louder at night. Rubbish from your favorite almost overflowing the bin in the kitchen reminding you to take it out in the morning.Â
You were getting yourself ready for bed when you heard a knock at the door, you couldnât help but sigh lightly thinking it was probably the elderly neighbor with some gossip of yet another delinquent hanging around, suspiciously. You opened the door only to be met with the familiar green eyes and locks of red hair that you had missed dearly.Â
âY/n! youâre back?!â Beamed Natasha as her eyes lit up, ânobody told me you were back, and I lost my freaking phoneâ she adds.Â
You give her a weak smile, knowing she probably wasnât even here to see you in the first place. âI guess everybody has been busy, are you here to see Kate or Peter?â You asked causing Nat to frown slightly. âI needed to speak to Kate about something, but I donât care about that, it can waitâ she replied, giving you a soft smile, âmy detka is homeâ she added.Â
The pet name getting the better of you as you felt your cheeks get warm. Natasha wrapped her arms around you and gently pulled you in for a hug, âI missed you so muchâ she said in an almost whisper. You felt yourself practically melt into her hold, missing the way her arms always felt like home. Her dark rose scented perfume leaving its mark on your clothing, a smell you forgot just how much you missed.Â
âWhy donât you come stay at mine tonight?â Your girlfriend asked, pulling back to look you in the eyes ones more. Her highly trained skills to read people never failed her when it came to you, she saw past the weak smile and the sadness in your eyes no matter how much you thought you were good at hiding. âI donât know, I donât wanna be a burdenâ you confessed to the widow.Â
âA burden? Honey, you could never be a burden. Besides we both know I have the best fluff blanketsâ She says, gently cupping your face before planting a soft kiss on your lips, âand maybe you can tell me whatâs got my little Spidey so downâ she adds.Â
You couldnât help but chuckle ever so lightly at the nickname, âare you sure?â You asked, needing reassurance.Â
âDetka, if you think Iâm leaving you alone, think againâ she smirks.
âLet me go pack my overnight bag, come inâ you smile softly as she walks in, closing the door behind her.Â
âWhy donât you pack a little more than just one bag?â The widow suggested.Â
You stopped in your tracks halfway down the hall, turning to face her once more, âNat, I canât just leave without telling Peter and Kateâ you reply, âRent is due next week, it wouldnât be fairâÂ
Natasha shrugged, âIâll cover it and I think they would understand but if youâre not ready for that step itâs okay, I can waitâÂ
You took a moment to think about her idea, you wanted nothing more to be able to spend more time with your girlfriend, especially after being away from her for so long but the guilt of leaving your roommates so suddenly dawned on you. âI would love too but I really, really donât want to be a burden on you just because Iâve had a few lousy daysâÂ
Natasha, walking towards you reached out to hold your hand, âitâs not a burden to spend your life with somebody you care about. Change can be scary, but we all need it. Peter and Kate can find another roommate if they want, theyâll be okay. I really just want to share everything moment with youâ she says, looking into your eyes while silence filled the room for you to think a little more.Â
âI guess I could talk to Kate and Peter tomorrowâÂ
âThatâs my little Spideyâ Natasha smiles, ânow youâll be able to hear me complain about my cooking every nightâ she adds with a playful wink causing you to chuckle once more.Â
âDonât worry Romanoff, I wonât let you burn the house downâ you reply as she wraps her arms around you once more, âoh come on, the kitchen caught on fire onceâ she says, rolling her eyes.Â
âOnce is more than enoughâ you smile before her lips find yours again.
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Temperance (3/3)
pairing: wanda maximoff x female!reader plot: Your best friend Kate convinced you to do charity work in Sokovia with some of your old classmates, including your former bully Vision and his girlfriend Wanda Maximoff, who you inconveniently took too much of a liking in. warnings: 18+ !! minors dni. wanda is still with vision⊠cheating, implications of stalking and manipulation, possessive wanda, power-imbalance, dom!wanda, sub!reader, nsfw: mild choking, nipple play, thigh riding, orgasm delay, fingering (r receiving), cunnilingus (r receiving) word count: 3150 a/n: i strongly recommend reading part 1 & part 2 first, for context.
When it was time to leave the shelter, you had hoped with every fibre of your being that Wanda would want you to ride with her again. That she wanted to spend more time with you. But she didnât ask. While watching Vision and Wanda get in their car, you felt a lump forming inside your throat. As your bottom lip started to tremble slightly, you knew that whatever last chance you had to get out of this without permanent damage, just extinguished. The physical and mental exhaustion from the past days caught up to you as soon as you sat down in the backseat next to Kate. You still heard the muffled voices of Steve and Bucky, probably talking about the political and economic state of the world, before the tiredness knocked you out. Kate tried her best to hold your head on her lap more or less steady, wanting you to get the rest you desperately needed.Â
âHey y/n, wake up,â Kate whispered softly, while running her fingers through your hair. âWeâre here.âÂ
Still half-asleep, Kate helped you with getting out of the car. Holding your eyes open became increasingly difficult, your legs barely able to carry you. You had to wrap your right arm around Kate for support, as the two of you made your way to bed. It might have just been your imagination, but you could have sworn that Wandaâs eyes were fixed on you. Just the thought gave you an adrenaline kick, your heart pumping faster again. But even then, you felt like falling asleep any minute. And as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out.Â
The next morning, you woke up feeling at least somehow well-rested. It was the first time since you got here, that you woke up on your own and not from annoying shouting or the sound of Kateâs alarm clock. With your eyes barely open, you looked at the clock on your night stand. It was already 10 a.m. Immediate panic sat in at the thought that you could have possibly overslept. Why didnât Kateâs alarm go off? Turning to the other side in the expectation to see Kate, you were instead greeted by another familiar face.
âW- Wanda?,â you managed to stutter out, your voice barely audible.
Wanda was sitting on an armchair not too far away from you, directly facing the bed you were sleeping in. âGood morning sleepyhead. I didnât expect you to wake up so soon,â she said in a calm tone, her lips curved into a warm smile. And although she sounded harmless and sincere, your heart stopped beating for a second.
How long has she been here?
âSo⊠soon? Itâs 10 oâclock, we-.. we should be sitting in the car,â you stated while rubbing your eyes.
Wanda chuckled softly, her hands firmly grabbing the armrests for a split second. âDonât worry about that sweetheart,â Wanda replied, her voice sounding sweet like honey. âWe deserve a day off, donât you think?âÂ
Slightly baffled, you put your head in your hands for a moment, trying to collect yourself. âDid the others leave?,â you questioned, looking up at Wanda again.
âThey will leave any minute now,â Wanda responded, almost cooing. âI assured them that I would take good care of you.â
That is when it finally clicked. You werenât asleep. This was really happening. It felt like all of your blood rushed straight to your face, as the seriousness of the situation finally reached your brain. What the hell was happening? Instinctively, you quickly got up. You needed to talk to Kate.
âThat is really nice of you Wanda,â you smiled nervously as you started walking towards the door. âI will just quickly ta-â
But before you could finish, you were stopped by Wandaâs hand firmly pressing against your shoulder. You didnât even notice that she got up at all. Now she was blocking the door. âDo you know why youâre here y/n?,â she asked sweetly, her eyes burning into yours. Even now, her face looked as calm and content as always. However, her pupils were slightly dilated. It was almost unnoticeable. But not to you. You saw it before.
You swallowed hard, the tension between you and Wanda slowly but surely pressing down on your chest. âWell-⊠yes. To help the street dogs.â
âNo y/n,â Wanda blurted out sternly. âDo you know why youâre here? How you ended up right here? With me?â
You didnât know what she wanted to hear from you. By now you werenât able to keep your gaze on her anymore, your stomach feeling lighter with every passing second. âI donât think I understand-â
Without a warning, Wandaâs hand traveled closer to your neck, her thumb firmly pressing into the soft space between your collarbones. âVision somehow had to make up for his ugly behavior during highschool, donât you think?,â she murmured with a small smirk.Â
Although you were completely hypnotized by Wandaâs behavior, hearing her talk about Visionâs wrongdoings somehow caught you off-guard.
âHe told you?â
But she didnât reply to your question. Instead she intertwined her left hand with yours, your fingers instinctively reciprocating her grip. Wandaâs other hand meanwhile rested on your cheek. âHeâs an asshole isnât he?,â she asked you, her tone genuine. âAnd you look so pretty and innocent on your yearbook photo, sweetheart. How could anyone ever be mean to you like that?â
âI- uhm, I forgave him. Itâs fine. Really.â
You were so distracted by Wandaâs touch that you didnât ask how she saw your yearbook photo. Besides, she probably just flipped through the pages with Vision right?
âYou didnât deserve any of what he did to you,â Wanda continued as her thumb brushed over your cheek. Her soft thumb and the cold metal from her rings were driving you insane. You felt yourself leaning into her touch without hesitation. Then Wanda spoke up again. âEven years later, there was no sign of regret for his actions.â
You turned your head slightly away from Wandaâs hand, your eyebrows furrowing. âWell, he invited me here right? To make it up?â
Wanda took her hands back to herself, her demeanor changing into something darker. She let out a small chuckle, her face turned to the floor before she looked at you again. âSilly girl.â
She brushed past you, walking towards a small glass table. Your gaze followed her but you didnât move from your spot. It felt like you were frozen. Stuck. You wondered if the door was locked. If you could leave if you wanted to. But you didnât check.Â
Wandaâs back was turned towards you as you heard the sound of metal clinking. âYou would let me do just anything to you, wouldnât you angel?,â she asked while gradually taking her rings off, one by one. With every single ring, you felt the heat between your legs intensifying. It was almost embarrassing how much it impacted you.
âI-â
Before you had time to lose your shit even further, Wanda turned around and walked towards you again. Her voice seemed to cut the tension in the air, as she approached you with a heavy smirk on her face. âAre you wet for me y/n?,â Wanda murmured into your ear, her hot breath giving you goosebumps.
âWanda I-,â you whimpered desperately before Wanda interrupted you.
âI know you are.â
Her hand traveled to your abdomen. Whatever common sense you had left at this point, was now completely gone. You felt her index finger sliding under the waistband of your pants. âSay it. Tell me how wet you areâŠ,â she commanded, a second finger sliding inside your pants â,âŠfor me.â
All of a sudden you heard Vision from downstairs, calling out for Wanda. For a moment you had forgotten that he existed. But now a shiver ran down your spine, your heart pumping even faster than before. Wanda on the other hand, didnât seem to care. By now her entire hand was inside your pants, slowly traveling towards your panties.
Wanda let out a soft moan under her breath, âYour body is aching for me. I feel it.â Her gaze was dark, her pupils covering most of her irises. It felt like you were being preyed upon. But your thoughts were still with Vision and the fear of being caught.
âVision is-,â you tried to argue. But Wanda quickly shut you up, removing her hand from your pants and putting it over your mouth, as her gaze became stern.
âDonât you want to be a good girl for me detka?,â she hissed, pushing her body into yours until you ended up with your back against a wall. You nodded frantically, causing Wanda to smirk again. âThen donât say his name. He doesnât matter.â
He doesnât matter.
Wanda slowly released her grip on you and took a step backwards. Before eyeing you up and down, she turned on her heel and walked towards the door. With a last glance over her shoulder, she opened it and left the room.
âIâm coming babe!,â you heard her call out.
The door was open the entire time. You could have left whenever you wanted to. And you still could. Ultimately, something felt off about the whole situation. Something felt off about the way Wanda talked to you. What she said to you. What she made you feel. While Wanda was gone, you tried to collect yourself. Although you were no longer pressed against the wall, you felt yourself unable to move. In an attempt to gain back control, you were squeezing your legs together, which were almost trembling from the arousal you felt. But then you heard the front door falling shut. By now, the anticipation almost made you faint.
âOh, sweet y/n,â Wanda cooed as she appeared in the door frame again. As she walked towards you, her mouth stayed slightly agape, her tongue brushing against her upper lip. âAll I need to hear from you is that you want me y/n.â When she reached you again, her hands quickly found their way to your waist, slightly pushing your hips towards her own. âAnd I know you do. But itâs your decision sweetheart.â
âI-⊠I want you.â
Your eyes widened at your own words. Seemingly brainless, your confession left your lips faster than you had intended. As the words hung in the room, you saw Wandaâs eyelids flutter slightly. She tilted her head, her smirk turning into a big grin. Your hips were still pushing into each other as Wanda slightly lifted her right leg, her thigh now inbetween your legs, holding them open. You couldn't help but let out a soft moan, your body already far too sensitive for what was about to happen.
âYou want me to fuck you so bad, donât you?,â Wanda teased, her thigh dangerously close to your pulsing core. You just nodded eagerly, feeling your eyes already roll to the back of your head. Without warning, Wanda pushed her upper thigh against your pussy, making you groan. âSay it," she demanded coldly.
âI want you,â you started declaring, feeling your arousal soaking through the fabric of your pants â,to fuck me so bad.â
âSuch a good girl.â
Wanda's face was just inches apart from yours, her eyes hungrily flickering between your face and your body. As Wanda got closer, you could feel her lips softly brushing against your neck, sending another shiver down your spine. As she softly bit down on your pulse point, you couldnât hold back any longer. You needed to release the tension that had built up inside your panties. Distressed, you tried to rub against Wanda's thigh, the friction making you groan into her ear. For a few seconds Wanda didnât react, her mouth still busy with your neck. But then, Wanda took a step back, releasing any contact you had.
âSo impatient huh?,â she taunted.
You couldnât help but squeeze your thighs together, the lust inside you becoming unbearable to endure. As you pressed your lips into a thin line, a whimper escaped. Wandaâs eyes bore into your soul, her gaze filled with desire.
âShhh pretty girl. You have waited almost six weeks now, havenât you?,â Wanda murmured under her breath, her hand slowly traveling under your shirt, up to your chest. As her bare hand touched your boob, your mind went completely blank. She started pinching your hardened nipple, her eyes never leaving your face. âImagine how much patience Iâve had. You can wait for a bit. Let me savor this moment.â
As Wanda roughly squeezed your breasts, every other thought left your body. Maybe you had found yourself in a dangerous situation. Maybe Wanda had you exactly where she wanted to have you. And maybe you didnât care.
Once Wanda was satisfied with your sore nipples, she let her hands run over your body, down to your stomach. As she crouched down in front of you, pulling your pants down slowly, her eyes lit up even more. The sight of your panties sticking tightly to your pussy was enough to make her feral.
âGod, youâre drenched,â she chuckled darkly, licking her lips like she was about to devour you whole.
âPlease,â you managed to gulp, looking down at Wanda who watched you vigorously.
Wanda got up carefully, her eyes never leaving yours. You didnât know what was happening to you. Her energy became darker, more intense with every second. She did not only take over your entire mind. It felt like her aura was crackling all over the room. The redheadâs right index finger slowly slid along your jaw until it stopped at your chin and she grabbed your face.
âWho do you belong to sweetheart?,â Wanda whispered softly. Abruptly, you felt pressure on your clit. Wandaâs left thumb was pushing firmly against your panties, leaving you completely breathless. Her touch was intoxicating.
âI-â, you breathed out before Wanda pressed two fingers into you, your panties still in the way.
âTell me,â she demanded sharply. Her thumb started circling around your clit, your legs already twitching from the impact. You needed her so bad.
âI⊠belong to you.â
âSay my name,â Wanda retorted sternly, her fingers pressing deeper and deeper into you. You just wanted her inside of you, filling you up. While Wanda waited for you to reply, the state you were in left you lightheaded. You couldnât think straight. Or at all. You needed her.
âWanda-â
âNo. Say you belong to me. I want you to say my name,â Wanda growled, pushing your face closer to hers. Your noses were almost touching, Wandaâs hot breath hitting your lips.
It took a lot of energy but you managed to say just what Wanda wanted to hear, âI belong to you, Wanda.â
That was the final drop. In a flash, she pulled your panties to the side and roughly thrusted two fingers into you. Your head was about to fall back in pleasure, but Wanda held your face steady, catching your moan with her open mouth. Your lips met in a passionate kiss, Wanda hungrily soaking up every part of you. Her fingers were curling up inside of you, constantly reinforcing the pressure that was building up. As Wanda noticed the intervals of your muffled moans becoming shorter, she quickly slipped a third finger in. The increased pressure made your knees weak.
âGood girl. Youâre taking me so well,â Wanda moaned in-between your kisses, almost sending you over the edge. With every thrust your back hit the wall roughly, but you couldnât focus on anything else besides Wandaâs touch. As waves of pleasure rippled through your body, every single one added to your approaching orgasm, making you feel like youâre about to explode.
âPlease Wanda, I- Iâm gonna-.â, you whimpered desperately.
Then suddenly, Wanda stopped. You felt her fingers slipping out of you, leaving your trembling legs barely able to hold your weight. Your immense desire made you squeeze your legs together, the need for release overwhelming you. Meanwhile Wanda put her wet fingers into her mouth, sucking up your arousal.
âMmh you taste so fucking good baby,â she murmured, her gaze almost haunting. âI want you to cum in my mouth. Think you can do that angel?â
You nodded eagerly, a small whimper escaping your lips.
âGood girl.â
Wanda grabbed you by the waist and helped you get onto the bed. Once you laid down, everything started spinning. Up until that point, you hadnât realized how dizzy you felt. But in that moment, you couldnât have cared less. As you felt Wanda taking your soaking panties off, you looked up to see her hungry eyes fixated on your swollen pussy. Then, her eyes met yours again. She quickly climbed on top of you, hovering over your body. As her face was upon yours, your noses touching, her facial features started to soften.
âI will take such good care of you my love. You wonât ever have to worry about anything,â she whispered softly. Her tone was sincere and charged with emotion, leaving you a little baffled. Wandaâs lips met yours again, but this time the kiss was soft and loving. When she pulled away, a soft smile remained on her face. Your eyes got teary at the sudden affection, your brain unable to process what was happening before Wanda went down on you.
Her mouth softly coated your puffy clit, sending electricity through your body. Wanda started slowly sucking on your pussy, moaning at the raw taste of you. Her hands were keeping your waist in place, as your hips kept moving up with every suck. It didnât take long until your legs started shaking, your orgasm approaching once again.
âF- Fuck Wanda-," you groaned, the immense pleasure overwhelming you. Wandaâs tongue started swirling in-between your folds before dipping inside of you in a steady rhythm. She went harder and harder, her nose simultaneously rubbing against your clit.
âIâm-," you couldnât finish your sentence, your orgasm washing over you in the same breath. Wanda licked you clean, moaning at the sound of your desperate cries, while you tried to push her head away.
As you came down from your high, Wanda got up and laid down next to you. You were facing each other when she wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. Her gaze was filled with something more than sheer desire and lust. You had seen it in her eyes the first day you met each other. She looked at you like you were the center of her universe. Like nothing else mattered. With a satisfied smile on her face, she rested her forehead on yours.
âYouâre mine y/n. Donât you ever forget that.âÂ
You didnât even need to answer. Wanda knew that she was right. And so did you.
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Judgy McJudgy Pants or Osc? You decide!- o.piastri
Day 9 of fic-tober! fic-tober masterlist
summary: you and oscar are getting closer, or are you?
part one part three
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You stepped out onto the asphalt with a smile. Another weekend, another race, another day in your perfect job. Well, maybe not perfect. Oscar Piastri, aka Judgy Mcjudgy Pants was somehow still in the paddock and somehow still getting on your nerves. Anyways, Thursday meant media day, which meant you got onto the track early, usually with some of the F2 or F1 Academy drivers for an early morning cycle. By early, it really meant early. 5am start, and since it was Austin, spectators were already filtering in. Running beside you today was none other than Judgy Mcjudgy Pants himself, Oscar Piastri.
âSo JMcJP,â you started as your cycle began. âHow are you feeling about this weekend?â
He chuckled at the nickname, then answered with a simple âgoodâ. You rolled your eyes. You had never been able to get good answers from him, no matter what. Heâd always be too busy giggling like a schoolboy to answer your questions, so you saved the shitty ones for him.
âDescriptive,â you deadpanned. âNow, since we at SkySportF1 are so nice, we decided to bring someone special in to interview you!â
âNot just because you donât want to do it?â he smirked.
âEveryone welcome Logan Sargeant!â you ignored his snarky comment and turned to Logan, who appeared beside you as you cycled. You handed him over the mic and cue cards and just focused on your ride, off-camera. The track was a little over 5 kilometres, so it wouldn't be a long interview.
âSo Oscar,â Logan cleared his throat. âAnyone special in your life at the moment? Other than your debilitating crush on our lovely F1 presenter Y/n Y/l/n?â
Oscarâs face dropped and he stopped cycling. âThis isnât live right?â
âItâs not, donât worry,â Jordan, your camera operator, explained with an apologetic smile on her face.
âThank God,â he cheered, relieved. âLogan you asshole!â Oscar pushed into him, with a smile, but pushing all the same.
âWhat? You need to confess eventually?!â Logan scodlded, somehow staying on his bike.
âNot right now though, I was making good progress!â
âWhat, you could get through 3 whole words without giggling, or are you up to 4?â Logan mocked.
âI am a grown man-â
âMaybe Iâd believe you if you just had the balls to ask her out.â
âYou two are so slow, hurry up!â you called from about two hundred metres in front of them. âAlright, next question!â Logan moved on, cycling onwards again. âWhoâs your best friend on the track?â
âWell I would say you but youâve left us for Indycar, so⊠probably Lando, Alex, or Zhou,â he nodded.
âAnd why is that?â
âLando and I are teammates, Alex and you were teammates so I saw you two together a lot, and Zhou and I were in F2 together,â he shrugged.
Loganâs eyes widened at the next question. âWhoâs your favourite SkyF1 presenter?â
Oscar sighed, but told the truth anyway. âY/n, probably.â
âI hope youâre not talking bad about me!â you shouted back at them, even further ahead now.
âOnly good things!â Logan shouted back with a smile as Oscar fell deeper into his embarrassment. âAlright Oscar, who would you choose as your date to the prize-giving gala at the end of the year?â
Oscar sighed again, knowing what he was subjecting himself to. âProbably Y/n.â
Logan laughed as Oscar sighed, and an awful idea popped into his head. He turned to the camera with a big smile, and said. âIf Oscar wins today we should make Y/n go as your date for the gala.â
Oscarâs face filled with dread but he knew how much Sky liked to torture their hosts, so he knew theyâd love the idea. You? Not so much. In a selfish way, he was pretty happy that Logan had said it, because it gave him a chance with you. A whole night with you to himself? Sounded perfect to him. All he had to do was win the race.
âY/n! We have an idea!â Logan shouted to you. âIf Oscar wins today you have to go as his date to the prize-giving ceremony at the end of the year!â
You groaned as you reached the starting/ finish line again. âDo I have to?â you looked to Ted Kravtiz, technically he was your boss. He smirked and nodded, and you started hoping that Oscar wouldnât win today. âSounds like a deal,â you said, unenthused.
Logan cheered as Oscarâs sense of dread deepened, and he started to feel bad that they were forcing you to spend time with him. This couldnât just be about the shoes, right? You had to hate him for another reason. Itâs just⊠you never dropped the facade, in front of him anyway. You were always mildly irritated with him (except when he won his first race), and if you werenât mildly irritated, you were completely. The cameras cut, Logan started chatting with you as Oscar stood there, catastrophizing even more.
You watched as Oscar essentially left the room, though he was standing right there. Youâd never seen him get like that, he was always so calm and so collected, and it was almost worrying to see him be anything else. After a few minutes he left without a word to either of you, and you started fearing the worst. Maybe youâd brought this JMcJP thing too far, maybe he hated you, maybe you should go talk to him.
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àšà§ After a few interviews, you found yourself walking around the McLaren motorhome trying to find Oscar. Eventually, you found his driverâs room and knocked on the door hesitantly. âOscar?â
It swung open and you were met with a very confused looking Oscar who pulled you into his room and shut the door behind you two. He put the back of his hand against your forehead, seemingly⊠checking for a temperature?
âAre you feeling alright?â he asked. âYou never call me Oscar.â
You rolled your eyes at his awful excuse for a joke, and sighed. âYâknow I did come in here to apologise, but I donât think Iâm going to do that now-â
You turned for the door but he grabbed your hand and pulled you back. He raised an eyebrow. âWhat would you be apologising for?â
âLogan this morning, you donât have to use me as your date for the prize-giving ceremony, use your girlfriend-â
âDonât have one,â he answered quickly. âAnd I need to win, right?â
âRight,â you smiled. âBut seriously, donât ever feel pressured to like⊠do what Ted says. Or be around me, I know we donât always get along, but it is all in good fun, right?â
He nodded, all too happy that he could finally get through a conversation without giggling. âRight.â
âWell, Iâll see you tomorrow then,â you smiled, going for the door handle but once again, he pulled you back.
âYou donât just dislike me because of the shoes, right?â he asked.
You chuckled. âWhat would you say if I donât dislike you, but I am still hurt over the shoes?â
He rolled his eyes. âOh good,â he chuckled. âAnd how can I pay my penance for that?â
You thought about it for a moment, then smirked. âWinning today would be pretty helpful, I wouldn't have to think about a date then.â He smirked and nodded, finally letting go of you and letting you leave the room.
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Bartender!reader reacting to rafes buzz cut for the first time.
made it extra fluffy and flirty bc i've been writing too much angst đthank you for the request, hope you like itđ
it's buzzcut season anyway - r.c
pairing: rafe x pogue!reader (bartender!reader universe)
You were in the middle of counting your tips when the door creaked open again. You didnât even look up this time. The lunch rush had finally slowed, and you were way too focused on making sure some old manâs cash hadnât gotten stuck together.Â
Your break started in two minutes. Your plan? Grab something to eat with Rafe and maybeâif you were luckyâconvince him to give you one of those neck massages he was so good at. Youâd earned it after dealing with the entitled club members all morning, and he always liked giving you a hard time about being stressed when he came to visit you at work.
If you could just survive until your break, you couldâ
âHey, baby,â a voice drawled, warm and familiar.
Rafe.
Your heart did that stupid little thing it always did when you heard his voice, and you couldnât help but smile even before you looked up.
âHey, baââ Your words caught in your throat the second you actually saw him.
Your hand stilled on the cash. He was standing in the doorway, all long toned limbs and that easy charm youâd fallen for over a year ago. But something was off. You squinted, your brain trying to catch up to what you were seeing. It wasnât the way he was standing or the fact that he had on a backwards capâhe always did that. It was what wasnât under the cap. Something was missing.
Your eyes went straight to the top of his head.
âWaitâwhat theââ You blinked, abandoning the tips on the counter as you stepped around it and walked toward him, your eyes locked on the top of his head, trying to figure out if you were seeing things. âDid you buzz your head?â
He just grinned, casually leaning his shoulder against the doorframe, totally unbothered. âYeah. What dâya think?â
You gawked at him. âYou shaved your head. You literally shaved your head.â
You stared at him, eyes wide. His cap was covering most of it, but you could see enoughâenough to know that his thick, messy hair, the hair youâd spent countless hours running your fingers through, was gone.Â
Gone.
âOh my God. You buzzed it? For real?â
Rafe straightened up, lifting his cap and running a hand over the buzzed length, showing it off like he was some kind of model. âThatâs the second time youâve said that. You donât like it?â
Your fingers itched to touch it, but you hesitated. You were trying so hard not to freak out. Heâd just gone and buzzed his head without even telling you.
âLike it? Iââ You sputtered, waving your hand in the air. âBaby, your hair! You just... did this? No warning? No âhey, baby, Iâm thinking about going full buzzcut, what do you think?ââ
His grin turned cocky as he reached out to pull you into him by the waist. âI thought Iâd surprise you. Didnât expect you to get all worked up over it.â
You gave him a playful shove, but he didnât budge. âIâm not worked up! Iâm just... shocked. I thought I was gonna get to lunch with my boyfriend and his hair, notââ You gestured to his head, still half in disbelief. ââthis.â
He chuckled, leaning down so his forehead almost touched yours. âSo... you hate it?â
You gave him a look, trying to stay mad or at least a little indignant about the whole thing, but it was impossible with him looking at you like that.
âYou thought Iâd like you going from âbeach boyâ to âbuzzcutâ overnight with no warning?â
âPretty much.â He leaned in, âYou gonna tell me you donât like it?â
You bit your lip, pretending to think about it.
Truth was, you were already starting to like it. You liked that it was new, that it was him, and that it made him look a little rougher, more rugged. But you werenât gonna tell him that right away. You hadnât expected to be into it, not at all. Rafeâs hair had always been one of your favorite things about himâthe way itâd curl up when he got all sweaty in the summer or how itâd fall into his eyes when he was being serious.
But... the buzzcut? You werenât expecting it to be hot. But it was. So hot.
âI didnât say I hate it...â you said, letting your voice trail off as you finally gave in and ran your fingers over the buzzed hair. It was soft, like velvet, and you couldnât stop yourself from grinning.
He chuckled, one hand coming up to cup your chin as he tilted your face up toward his. âKnew it.â
âOh, shut up.â
âSee? Told ya,â he teased, his hands still gripping your waist as he watched your reaction. âYou canât keep your hands off me now.â
âI never said IÂ couldnât,â you shot back, your cheeks heating up. âItâs just... I wasnât expecting to like it this much.â
âUh-huh.â His eyes darkened, and he leaned in closer, his breath brushing against your cheek. âAdmit it. You think I look hot. Youâre lookinâ at me like you canât wait to get me alone.â
Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you playfully pushed at his chest, trying to cover up how much he was getting to you. âShut up,â you laughed. âYouâre so full of yourself.â
âI know you love it.â
You groaned, finally giving in to a full laugh. âOkay, okay. Fine. You look hot.â
Rafe grinned, clearly pleased with himself. âKnew you couldnât resist.â
You rolled your eyes, pulling him in for a quick peck, unable to help yourself now. âYou owe me lunch for this, though.â
âI brought you lunch,â he said, lifting the bag you hadnât even noticed in his other hand.
âOh, did you now?â You raised a brow. âYouâre really tryinâ to get on my good side today, huh?â
âIâll grow it back, donât worry,â he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips against your neck. âBut for now, youâre stuck with this.â
As you both sat down at one of the tables near the back of the bar, you couldnât stop sneaking glances at his head.
It wasnât just the look of it that was getting to youâit was the fact that heâd done something so out of the blue, just like that. He always kept you on your toes, never predictable, and surprisingly, you loved that.
He caught you looking for the millionth time and shot you a smug smile. âI can tell you wanna say somethinâ. Spill.â
You reached over and ran your fingers through the nonexistent hair again, giggling.Â
âI just canât get over it, baby. You look like a whole new person. A sexy, buzzed-head guy.â
His smile softened, his hand finding yours on the table. âYeah?â
You nodded, giving his hand a squeeze. âI mean, I miss your old hair, but Iâm into this. You look hot.â You bit your lip, your gaze dropping to his mouth.
His eyes darkened a little, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. âCareful or Iâm not gonna let you finish your lunch before I drag you outta here.â
Your heart raced, âRafe Cameron, if you ruin my lunch break, I swearââ
He cut you off with a low chuckle, leaning across the table to press his lips to yours again, not caring that you were still technically on the clock. You melted into him, all thoughts of food forgotten for a moment. When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathless.
âI canât believe you buzzed your head,â you whispered, still grinning.
âI canât believe youâre this obsessed with it.â
ââŠFine.â
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Hello!!! Love that youâre taking requests now đ«¶đœ would you write a domestic!miguel fic? Like showing the chaotic but fluffy dysfunction of the OâHara household. Miguel and the reader already have two kids, maybe reader is pregnant with the third (if youâre comfortable with writing that)
I just really need some fluff in my life lol đ
[Five Peas In A Pod]
lab taster: @scorpihoooe đ©»
pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Pregnant!Reader
summary: No family's life is exactly perfect, but it doesn't make them any less beautiful.
content warning: lots and lots of fluff, mentions of vomit, mentions of pregnancy and pregnancy cravings, mentions of food, could possibly be suggestive? but not enough to warrant a huge warning, a lot of crying but I promise it's not sad
word count: 4.3k, not proofread
a/n: I apologize for this being so late! But I'm really happy with how it turned out, so I hope you enjoy it as well!
âFinally.â
Miguel slid under the covers, grunting as he inched towards your back. His breath was warm on your head as he positioned one arm under one of your pillows and another around your waist.
âHow are we feeling?â he kissed your scalp and rubbed down your stomach.
âNot too great, sheâs been kicking for the past forty minutes.â
âThatâs no good,â Miguel shifted to place his mouth on your shoulder. âWhatâs wrong, mija? Did you miss me?â
Your baby girl brought her feet to where Miguel held his hand, tapping away like there was there was no tomorrow. Miguel chuckled and wrote a pattern into your skin with his thumb.
âIâm glad you two are having a lovely reunion, but Iâd like to go to sleep.â
Miguel kissed up your shoulder and neck as you sighed.
âHear that Gabi? Can you calm down until tomorrow? Mama needs to sleep so you can keep growing. We can talk in the morning.â
Like magic, Gabriellaâs little feet slowed to a halt.
âShe hasnât even seen you yet and sheâs already a daddyâs girl,â you weave your fingers through his over your stomach. âWhatâs next? Sheâll look like you too?â
âMm,â Miguel placed his lips behind your ear. âI hope she looks like you. Sheâll be the most beautiful in the world.â
You smiled, âYeah?â
âOf course.â
Miguel took his hands down your body and massaged your hip and lower back. You groaned and melted into your pillow, arching your body into Miguelâs hold. With his ministrations and your daughter giving you a break, you start to fade into dreamland.
You could almost visualize your next craving you were going to make tomorrow. A big bowl of mashed potatoes with chunks of pickles, bacon, and caramel drizzle. Maybe some sprinkles too.
The door of the bedroom creaked, Miguel looking over his shoulder.
âDaddy? Mommy? I threw up.â
Miguelâs hands paused and he heaved a heavy sigh.
There was a dip in the bed and a shuffle of slides across the floor.
âIs your stomach still feeling funny, bub?â
You turned your body to watch Miguel bend down and check your second oldest for soiled clothes. Daniel shook his head and tucked his chin into his chest, eyes welling up with tears.
âHey, hey, whatâs the matter?â
âIâm sorry,â his voice was shaking. âI didnât mean to.â
You got up on the edge of the bed and walked around to the other side. You sat on your knees next to Miguel and pressed the back of your hand to Danielâs forehead. He wasnât burning up, but he was trembling.
âWe know you didnât mean to, honey. Sometimes, we just get sick. Itâs ok!â
âYeah, buddy. PapĂĄ gets sick all of the time.â
âReally?â Daniel looked to Miguel with big doe eyes, a baby picture of Miguel brought to life.
âAbsolutely.â
âAnd Mama has to nurse him back to health-â
âOk! Here,â Miguel tugged at the sleeves of his shirt while you laugh. âLetâs clean you up and get you some medicine. It was probably really scary, huh?â
Daniel nodded his head as Miguel helped him take off his pajama pants.
âCâmon. Letâs take a quick bubble bath. How does that sound? No need to be sad,â you gave Daniel a hug and kissed his cheek.
âIâll get the sheets and clothes in the washing machine and join you.â Miguel said as he helped you up. So much for cuddles before bed.
Miguel was quick to scope Danielâs room. Any smell of tonightâs stir fry mixed with the chocolate milk from lunch and your waves of morning sickness might come back. He was quick to transfer the sheets to the washing machine and spray the room down with disinfectant. Luckily, the damage wasnât drastic, so a quick change of sheets and a mop to the floor was all that was needed.
By the time he got to the bathroom, Daniel was wrapped up in a green dinosaur hoodie towel with a smile on his face as you blew raspberries into his cheek.
Miguel gasped, âAre you two having a party without me?â
Daniel folded his hands under his chin and nodded meekly, face rosy.
âNonsense!â Miguel swept him up in his arms. âThereâs no party without PapĂĄ, no?â
The hall filled with giggles as Miguel airplaned Daniel back to his room. The chatter amongst them filled the noise as Miguel reassured Daniel that he and mommy would only be a room away if was feeling sick again.
He ran lotion over his body and placed him in paw print pajamas. He wrapped him tight in the covers and shifted the star night light on the nightstand. With a whisper of goodnight, Miguel inched his way to the door.
However, the crumbling face of the five year old as Miguel looked through the crack tugged at his heart. He opened the door, swept Daniel up, and trudged back to his own bedroom.
Walking into the room, you were laying down with the opposite side of the duvet flipped up and an extra pillow in between yours and his.
Your face was knowing, a shake in your shoulders as you watched Miguel rock a clingy baby in his arms to the bed.
âJoining mommy and daddy, Daniel?â
âUh huh,â he crawls to the middle and pulls the covers up. You lay a hand on his tummy over the duvet as Miguel slips in with a deep sigh.
He turns and places his hand over yours, the two of you acting as a shield. âI love youâsâ and âgood nightsâ are exchanged and a kiss between the two of you is shared before Daniel whines about wanting a kiss too. Both of you laugh and kiss him on his cheeks as he settled into his pillow.
You rub his chest lightly, something that put him to sleep easily as a baby.
His eyes start to close, almost gone to the world, before he jerks back up, startling Miguel whose eyes were just as heavy.
âPapĂĄ, can you sing the night-night song?â Daniel pleads.
A soft breath escapes your nose as you watch Miguel blink his eyes open and comply.
âBut you have to go to sleep after this, bub.â
Daniel promises to do so as Miguel starts up a lullaby about a baby that wants to sleep but canât.
It works on you too, the low drum of his voice holding you in his arms as you held your baby in yours.
Gabriella moved, and as softly as you can, you take his hand to your stomach. With this, she taps softly to his palm.
Miguel smiles sleepily as he watches you take a little breath, the rise and fall of your chest showing that you were in a deep sleep.
He only stops singing when heâs sure all three of you are asleep.
âJaime, Iâve asked you five times to get up already. Get it together.â
There was only one more hour left before everyone needed to be out of the house or else youâd be late to your appointment.
The lump in the bed only moves a bit before itâs still again.
âJaime, please. I donât want to have to pull you out of the bed.â
Today was already starting out all over the place. You woke up sweaty and achy, the heat radiating from your furnace of a husband and your snuggly son was too much. Your ankles felt a little more swollen than usual, and you wanted chewy spicy rice cakes with extra cheese, but the heartburn wouldnât be worth it.
You sighed as your eldest stayed put. A soft pat to the bed only earned a whine and a wiggle from him.
Looking towards the growing footsteps at the door, your husband was frantic and glaring at his watch as if it cursed him.
âWhatâs the holdup? We need to be in the car soon and Daniel has to be at school early for a field trip.â
You held your hand out to the bed, face defeated.
âSon.â
Jaime shot up with a wobble to his lips and a scrunch to his face at the tone of Miguelâs voice.
You folded your arms, half concerned, half offended.
âI know you hear your mother asking you to get up.â
âBut-â
âJaime OâHara.â
The tears start to fall as he shuffles out of bed and goes to the bathroom, his cries pitiful and broken.
He swings the door like heâs about to slam it only to close it softly at the end, the sound of his voice carrying through then hallway.
âWas I too hard on him?â Miguelâs shoulders drop.
âNo? I donât think so. But I think thereâs something heâs not telling us.â
âIs there something going on at school? Did we miss an important date?â
The two of you stare at each other as Jaime continues to sob in the bathroom.
âThereâs no award ceremonies. He hasnât said anything strange about his classmates. His birthday isnât until the end of the year. He does have his game coming up.â
Miguel gasps and runs his had through his hair, âHeâs been worrying about his 3-pointers nonstop. Heâs probably nervous about it.â
He puts his face in his hand and mumbles through his fingers.
âHow could I forget?â
You pat his shoulder, âDonât worry about that right now. Whatâs important is that we talk to him. Check up on him, calm him down, explain things to him, and encourage him. Right?â
âAbsolutely,â Miguel kisses your temple. âYouâre so good at this.â
A snicker follows his statement, âAnd so are you. Now, can you go stop his crying while I make sure Daniel hasnât made a mess in the kitchen? Heâs too quiet.â
Miguelâs eyebrows shot up again as he realized he left the kindergartner to his own devices. The last time he did that, he walked onto a floor covered in flour and dusty, giggly baby.
âSmart idea.â
âMm hm.â
Miguel turns and heads towards the bathroom, giving it two knocks before asking to come in.
Jaime takes a deep breath and pushes out a yes.
Miguel opens the door to him crying in the mirror while he puts up his toothbrush. If it were anyone elseâs child or baby brother, it could have been funny and dramatic, but Miguel sees himself in the way his entire chest jumps when he breathes in.
He hopes Jaime always feels that home is a safe place to cry and yell, something his own parents never offered him.
âDo you want to tell me whatâs wrong?â
He left his frustration with the frantic morning at the doorway and stepped inside. With one hand on the counter and another arm resting on his thigh, he squatted down to Jaimeâs level.
His son rubbed his eyes from the inside of his elbow to his arm, âI kept messing up.â
âMessing up what? Your shots?â
Jaime nodded his head, curly hair bouncing along with it.
âAt practice, Coach made us do Around-the-worlds and the further from the goal, the more I kept missing. But the game is soon, and I canât mess up at the game.â
His voice reached its highest point and he bit his lip in order not to cry again.
âOye, estĂĄ bien. Thatâs just practice, mijo. The game isnât until a few more days. Thereâs plenty of time for us to get to a court and do some more drills. I know it feels like a lot right now, but we can always work to be better. Understood?â
Jaime nodded his head.
âCan you look at me?â
Jaime pouted as he turned to Miguel.
âI apologize for not giving you the space to explain yourself this morning. I was rushing and I didnât take the time to check on you. For that, PapĂĄâs sorry. Lo siento, mijo.â
With a calmer demeanor, Jaime forgives him. No whines and no hesitation.
âStill, when youâre feeling like this, you need to communicate, ok? MamĂĄ was there and you could have told her that you were worried. You could have even called for me and I would have come running.â
âI didnât mean to hurt MamĂĄ.â
Miguel bit the inside of his lip in order to not coo, âI know you didnât. Would you like to apologize to her like I did to you?â
Jaime collided with Miguelâs chest and wrapped his arms around his neck. He could feel the movement of his head nodding.
âOk, buddy. Letâs go find her after we get your uniform on.â
Jaime wasnât budging from his spot so Miguel let him cling off his neck as he got up. One day his eldest might not want to do things like this again, so for now heâll cherish it.
One blazer, some knaki shorts, and a button down later, Jaime was all ready for school.
âAnd what do we say when weâre feeling down about ourselves?â Miguel asked as he tucked in the end of Jaimeâs belt.
âNothing can stop me from the path I want to take, not even my doubts.â
âAnd?â
âOâHaraâs may make mistakes, but OâHaraâs bounce back. OâHaraâs succeed.â
âÂĄExactamente!â Miguel patted his back.
âÂżPapĂĄ?â
âÂżSĂ, mijo?â
Jaime held his hands up, silently pleading with Miguel.
With an easy tug, his son was in his arms. As tall as he was getting, he was still Miguelâs baby.
In the kitchen, you were leaning over the island as you listened intensely to Daniel talk about types of dinosaurs. You looked up to your son in your husbandâs arms and you knew they had a good talk.
Miguel strode up to you and looked at Jaime expectantly.
âI,â he picked at his uniform tie. âIâm sorry for not listening to you this morning MamĂĄ. I was sad but that- that doesnât mean I was supposed to ignore you.â
Your eyes started to water, âI forgive you, Jaime. Iâm glad you were able to figure out what was wrong. Can I give you a kiss?â
âYes, please.â
With that, you kiss his cheek and place a hand on his head.
âPapĂĄ, pick me up too!â Daniel huffs out.
Miguel complies, holding him in his other arm like nothing. You giggle at the three of them, all very similar in some way. Their skin, their hair, their smiles. Your precious, precious boys.
A sharp kick to your stomach causes you to suck in through your teeth.
âWhatâs wrong? Are you hurt?â Miguel asks with a pinch in his brow.
âNo, I just think a certain someone wants your attention, too.â
You gently press your stomach to your husbandâs, hoping that he could feel Gabriellaâs tap dance performance.
âSheâs going crazy in there,â you mumble.
Miguel can kind of feel her little feet through his shirt, but really, he was staring at you.
Even as you frowned at your stomach, you were still so beautiful. Your skin was glowing, you were giving him more smiles than ever, and the pregnancy was treating your body right in his eyes.
âMĂrame.â
You peer up at him and itâs like a halo appears above your head. Heâs quick to slot his lips against yours and hold it, the feeling of warmth settling into his bones.
âEugh,â Jaime scrunches his face up in disgust.
You pull back and shake your head with a heated face, brought back to reality. Daniel is giggling behind his hands.
Miguel turned to Jaime and bombarded his face with kisses to, leading the 9-year-old to scream bloody murder. You joined Miguel on his attack, not stopping until Jaime waved his white flag.
The two of you looked at each other and then at Daniel simultaneously who squeaked when he saw you grin. Laughter filled the kitchen as the three of you gave Daniel some love.
Mornings were for chaos, but they also brought you together.
By the time Miguel was walking to the car with his kids, it was far past his estimated time.
He turned and looked at you still standing by the kitchen counter.
âBaby, câmon.â
âBut,â you pause, smile growing on your face. âThe baby wants to be carried, too.â
You think heâs about to brush the comment off with a sigh but he gives a âOne secâ and disappears into the garage with the kids.
You go to gather your purse and your water, checking that all of the lights and appliances are turned off.
âOk,â Miguel rushes back in and claps his hands, âvamos.â
Three blinks at his wrestler stance and it clicks. You walk to him and your feet leave the ground.
âYouâre so silly,â
âJust in love, mi amor.â
The gel was still as cold as ever, you could never really get used to it.
Looking to Miguel, you could see that he could never get used to sitting next to you in these rooms either. His grip on your hand was tight and solid.
The obstetrician slid the transducer on your lower stomach, her eyes sliding over the screen.
Gabriellaâs little heartbeat bounced through the room, fast and strong.
Miguelâs grip on your hand loosened as he smiled at the screen.
âBaby girl is looking good,â the doctor says. âEverything is in place and sheâs growing perfectly. You both should be proud.â
She paused and looked at you both, specifically at Miguel, âI would be worried about how she big sheâs getting at this stage, but I can see why. How tall are you?â
âUh, 6â9.â
A whistle passes her lips, âGodspeed, Mama. Youâll need it for the next several months.â
âTwo boys and my only girl is going to give me a run for my money,â you mumble.
Jaime and Daniel were so tiny when they came out, both of them barely showing at five months. Gabriella is close to being almost twice their size at this rate, and the soreness all over your body was showing it.
At least your husband made time to make you feel good in more ways than one.
âIs there anything that she should look out for? Other than the obvious?â Miguel asks, always the worrier.
âNo, I think you guys are good to go. Iâll get you some pictures of the baby and get you checked out. Just keep taking your vitamins, get plenty of water, get those feet up, and stretch as much as you can while you still feel like it. The least stress you have, the better.â
Your stomach is wiped clean and in no time, youâre back in the car trying to decide what to get for lunch.
âI feel like I should have asked more questions,â Miguelâs fingers tapped on the wheel.
âIâm sure youâll have more that you can call her for later, baby. Right now, I want a milkshake.â
âYou need some nourishing food, too.â
âIs that what you want Gabriella?â you ask your stomach. No taps, no spins, no twirls. âWhat about a milkshake? Chocolate oreo? Extra whip cream?â Gabriella thumps three times.
âMy girl is already so smart,â you say to Miguel who scowls.
âAlready so spoiled.â
âYou love it, though.â
âMm.â
Miguel swore he would never be like those fathers that only connected to their children through their own expectations of them, and to be fair, he was the complete opposite.
Though seeing him stand at the bottom of the bleachers with a baseball cap, folded arms, and a stern face gave the impression that he was that type of dad.
âÂĄAy, eso es faulta!â
âBabe. Maybe letâs let the coach and the referee do their jobs.â
âThey donât know what theyâre doing. That was clearly a foul and my son should be holding the ball right now.â
You sighed and continued to chew on your nachos with Daniel who was just happy to be out of the house later than usual. Miguel was about to burn a hole in the gymnasium floor with how stiff he was standing.
Behind him was a family that couldnât see, leaning around him.
âMiguel, honey, please sit down so everyone can see.â
He sits and folds his hands under his chin. His muscles bulge through his jacket as his legs bounce.
You place a hand on his leg and put a water bottle to his lips. He takes a few sips and focuses back on the game.
âLetâs go, Jaime! Make it count!â
Heâs back on his feet again as Jaime gets ready to shoot some free-throws.
Jaime looks at Miguel, a hint of fear in his eyes. Miguel brings his hands up and pushes them down, motioning a deep breath.
âYou got this, mijo. Just like we practiced.â
Your son dribbles once, twice, and takes the shot.
The basketball flies through the air and brushes the rim of the basket. It spins and the gym goes quiet. You donât realize your holding your breath until it comes back when the people behind you stomp on the bleachers.
Jaime looks to Miguel with the brightest face he could muster. Miguel almost springs through the ceiling with how high he jumps.
âThatâs my son,â he claps his hands like thunder, chest puffing up. âThatâs my son!â
The game continues with Miguel milliseconds from fighting with the official, Jaime looking to Miguel for encouragement, and you smacking the back of his thighs whenever he was standing too much.
When Jaime made the final basket, you were scared Miguel might do a backflip.
Jaime ran to him and jumped in his arms, Miguel spinning him around and laughing with glee.
âI did it, daddy! I did it!â
âÂĄEres increĂble, mijo! Iâm so proud of you.â
âDid you see me, mommy?â
âI did! I couldnât take my eyes off of you!â
Daniel jumps up and down, âYou made the ball go whoosh! And, and, and when it went in everybody screamed!â
Jaime and his brother played together as the gym started to empty out.
âWhat do you say we celebrate with some pizza?â you ask Miguel as you watch Jaime help Daniel dribble.
âI think thatâs an excellent idea.â
âAnd what do you say to carton of cotton candy ice cream after the kids go to bed? Maybe even a soak in the bath?â
Miguel looked to you as you blinked your eyes at him. You slid your hands down his arm and tilted your head.
âYou want vanilla wafers too?â
You nod.
âAnd strawberry syrup?â
âYouâre such a good husband.â
You pull him down to kiss him, heart soaring.
âMamĂĄ! Look what I can do!â
âNo, Daniel! Donât jump off that!â
âIf I hear that raccoon sing that song one more time, Iâm going to lose it,â Miguel bit into a slice of pizza.
You reached across the table to wipe some ranch off of his lips and lick it away.
âI like the song! Heâs a little off-key, though.â
Miguel had a grimace on his face, the energy from the building overwhelming. Or perhaps it was Daniel clinging tight to his side whenever the mascot came close to their table.
A couple of kids ran by, running towards the line for laser tag.
You listened to them go over strategies, all very serious coming from them.
âGod, I canât believe heâll be 10 soon. I donât know what Iâm going to do.â
You poke the straw of your cup in and out, pout on your face. It felt like just yesterday you and Miguel were setting up his nursery.
âI remember him grabbing my finger at the hospital. So strong for someone who couldnât eat solids yet.â
âNow heâs running around and blooming into this perfect little boy,â you sigh, watching him catapult into a ballpit. You should definitely make him take some vitamins later, just to be sure.
âAnd this little boy is the sweetest,â Miguel kissed the top of Danielâs head, who seemed to be pre-occupied with a coloring book you packed.
âAnd once our little girl is in our arms, itâll be so special,â you say. âSheâs already making an impact.â
âIâm already crazy about her,â Miguel grins.
âAnd Iâm ready for her to come out,â you snicker. âI have a feeling that whatever sheâll do will involve these rapid fire feet.â
âI need to get some new running shoes then,â Miguel replies in all seriousness. Daniel interrupted him with a drawing of a T-rex.
âWhen she gets here,â Miguel comments in between his praise for Danielâs skill, âhow do you want to celebrate afterwards?â
âI donât need anything. Just maybe a plate of food I couldnât eat and a comfy bed.â
âMamĂ , câmon,â Miguel held your hand across the table. âThat can be arranged easily. I mean something especially for you for doing something so amazing. It can be anything. Iâll make it happen.â
Your heart sped up, a bit giddy.
âWell the last time we took a trip to an island and,â you panned to Daniel, âwe both know how that ended. Maybe the mountains?â
âWe can do the mountains. Or just you and your friends if you want.â
Miguel thought about you all bundled up and cozy, enjoying s'mores and wine in a sweater and a blanket. Peak cuddling form.
âThat would be very nice. Thank you, Miggy.â
âOf course. Now what do you say to a friendly game of arcade racing?â
âThereâs nothing friendly about leaving you in the dust.â
Miguel scoffed and slid Daniel into his arms.
âItâs on.â
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Discovery - Part Three
Jessie Fleming x Reader
Summary: Jessie spends the night for the first time and things come to a head. She's trying desperately to not hurt you, but instead, it's all she seems to be doing.
Warnings: G!P content. Masturbation (J). Body image issues or even dysphoria; mental and emotional anxiety; internal conflicts. Angst. Reluctant gaslighting??
A/N: Chapters one and two.
âAre you sure you have everything you need?â
Jessie smiled as she stood at the end of the couch, freshly changed into her pyjamas. You stood across from her, casually leaning against the doorframe to your bedroom. You wore your sleepwear as well, a baggy t-shirt and some shorts which she found incredibly cute. She tried to not let her eyes linger too long on your toned legs.
âIâm totally fine. Youâve set up quite the digs for me here,â she said as she gestured to the pillows and blankets.
âOkay,â you said with a small laugh. âAnd I set aside a couple of towels for you in the bathroom in case you want to shower when you wake up.â
âAwesome. Thank you. I tend to get up pretty early. Iâll try not to wake you up.â You waved her off.
âDonât worry about it. I may not be up quite as early as you, but you know Iâm a morning person myself.â You paused. âOkay, well, I hope you have a good sleep. Iâll see you in the morning. And if you need or want anything, just help yourself.â
âWill do. Thanks, babe,â Jessie said as she gave you a soft kiss. She sensed how you both wanted it to linger, but she forced herself to pull away. She smiled. âGood night.â
âGood night. And,â you shrugged trying to put on an air of nonchalance, âthanks for spending the night.â
Jessie chuckled and brought a hand to the back of her head. âWell, I know me biking home at ungodly hours of the night has been stressing you out the past few weeks, so, you know. Happy to finally put your mind at ease.â
She gave you another quick kiss and you retreated to your bedroom. She stared at the closed door for a few seconds before releasing a tight breath she hadnât realized sheâd been holding. She settled into the couch, turning off the light and getting under the blankets.
She sighed contently and stared up at the ceiling. She could hear soft noises coming through the wall as you settled into bed as well.
The weeks had passed and Jessie was really happy with how your relationship had grown. Emotionally, things were even stronger - there was no question of that. Though she had to cast aside guilt every time you mentioned how close you felt to her.
That aside, simple acts of affection, like a kiss, were easier and more commonplace for you both now. And you even made out regularly, but they were always short and fleeting sessions. Jessie had been working very hard to desensitize herself and had even started wearing different clothes in hopes of better concealing a rogue erection. Still, it wasnât a solution.
You were patient with her, but she could see your frustration building. And God, she understood, she was frustrated too.
It was inevitable that sheâd need to spend the night at some point. Youâd been dating for a few months and though her travel and schedule bought her time, she was running out of excuses as to why she couldnât stay. Questions were starting to mount from your friends as well and though you laughed it off as you retold the stories to Jessie, she could see it weighed on you.
As for tonight, you told her she didnât need to sleep on the couch, but didnât push it at all.
Jessie was used to sleeping pretty much anywhere and everywhere, so she slept soundly through the night. When she woke, the first rays of light were just starting to break through. She blinked a few times, slowly coming to. She shifted slightly before freezing in place.
âShit,â she mouthed as she lifted the covers and glanced down in a panic, only to confirm that her cock was jutting up and pulling her sweats tight.
She dropped the covers and looked up at the ceiling with an inaudible huff, her irritation with herself immediate.
It wasnât entirely uncommon for her to wake up like this, and in recent years, it didnât really matter. But laying here in your living room, sporting a raging hard on that would serve as a devastating discovery, it filled her mind with flashbacks to panicked mornings at sleepovers she tried desperately to avoid in high school.
She closed her eyes and worked to relax. There were two ways of resolving this and one was not an option right now.
She lay there for a few minutes and frowned in frustration. Normally, if she just relaxed or went about her morning routine it would just go away. She huffed under her breath and picked up her phone to start scrolling to try to distract herself.
Every time she thought of something else and was close to settling down, her mind insisted on shifting back to you and she'd remain at full attention. She rubbed her face in agitation.
"Come on," she coached herself.
The friction of the fabric being pulled taut against her as she fidgeted made matters worse. When her toes began to curl and her fists began to clench and unclench she shook out her head.
She stared at the bathroom door.
She shouldn't. She really, really shouldn't.
She checked the time. You normally woke up around this time. She couldn't just be laying out here, cock standing up defiantly, when you came out. Sure, the blanket might be able to conceal it to some degree, but...then what.
A heavy exhale escaped her lips. She couldn't believe she was doing this. She threw off the blanket and walked as swiftly and quietly to the bathroom as she could, closing the door gingerly behind her so as not to wake you. She checked the lock before turning on the shower and getting undressed.
It was a relief when she took off her boxer briefs and her cock sprang up. She stepped into the shower and wasted little time before dealing with her nuisance.
At home, it didn't take much for her to cum. She could drag it out if she wanted to, but if she was in a time crunch, that wasn't a problem. Right now? The minutes passed as she stood under the warm water and grit her teeth as she tried to find some release. She leaned a hand out against the shower wall and closed her eyes again as she pictured you - what your touch would feel like, how you'd feel gripping her, how you'd sound, how you'd look beneath her or riding her cock.
Fuck, she should be cumming, but she was too in her head.
"Jess - what do you-"
"What!" Jessie bellowed, her eyes flying open as she recoiled from the wall. Her chest heaved, breaths shallow and her heartbeat deafening in her ears as she stared in panic at the inside of the shower curtain before taking a tentative step and peering around it. The bathroom was empty.
Her lips were parted as she tried to catch her breath. She could've swore you were inside. She could see from here the door was still locked.
"Sorry," you said through the door, tone undecipherable. "I'll just talk to you after."
She cleared her throat, staring helplessly at the back of the door.
"Sorry! I-I was just surprised. What's going on?"
Silence.
Well. That was one way to deal with her arousal. There was nothing to worry about now.
Jessie dried herself off as quickly as possible and got changed. The pit in her stomach was heavier than ever as she recited different apologies or explanations in her head.
She yelled at you. She couldn't believe it. She didn't yell at people like that - especially not people she cared about. Loved. She grit her teeth together almost painfully.
This secret was twisting who she was and how she was showing up for you.
Her hand on the door knob, she took a deep, steadying breath before twisting it and stepping out. It only took a second to see you sitting quietly at the dining table with a book in hand. You didn't look at her right away and her stomach dropped.
"Hey," Jessie said gently as she approached. She tried to not be tentative, she didn't want to exacerbate what happened, but she couldn't help herself. "Good morning." She forced a smile onto her face.
"Hi," you said. Though a hint of a smile remained on your face, the open smile you started with dissipated as quickly as it formed. Your gaze fell briefly before you refocused on her. You smiled again, nervously this time as you gestured vaguely towards the bathroom. "Um, sorry about that. I didn't mean to-"
"Oh no," Jessie interjected, dismissing your apology with a wave of her hands. "I'm sorry. I-I was just surprised. It didn't mean anything though."
"Oh. It's okay," you shrugged, dropping eye contact. "I shouldn't have bothered you. I could've just waited."
"No," Jessie countered with a frown. "I shouldn't have reacted like that."
You chuckled lightly, a faint, perhaps rueful smirk forming at the edge of your mouth. "I mean, it caught me off guard - not gonna lie. But I caught you off guard too, so, we're even."
Jessie felt her face heating up and she scruffed up her hair.
"No, that's not fair. I'm sorry," Jessie persisted.
You shrugged, sitting back, eyes fixed on your now-closed book for a moment. "We're still new; learning each other's boundaries. You don't like to be interrupted when you're showering." You laughed as you looked up to her with a smirk. "That's completely fine. I just didn't know."
Jessie held back a heavy sigh. This was so stupid.
"It wasn't that. I think I just thought you'd come in and I freaked out. I'm sorry."
"I wouldn't do that," you frowned in disbelief. "I," you gave an exasperated sigh and dropped your hands to your lap, "was just trying to see what you wanted for breakfast." Jessie was about to speak went you frowned deeper and spoke in a somewhat hushed voice. "Why would I barge in on you? We haven't even- never mind." You shook your head.
Jessie's stomach tightened and she sighed in an effort to reset. "Look, I'm very, very sorry. And yeah, it was stupid of me to think you were just barging in. I-" she shook her head as she tried to conjure up the right words. She shrugged in defeat. "This is entirely on me. Not you."
You gave her a look. "Oh, I love that line."
"It's not a line," she refuted before hanging her head in her hands and groaning. She straightened back up and gave you a beseeching look. "Can I make you breakfast? Please?"
You half rolled your eyes. "I was going to make you breakfast."
"No, come on," Jessie said as she headed to the kitchen and opened the fridge. "I owe you."
You relented and soon enough Jessie was sitting down across from you, plates of eggs and toast in front of you both.
There was conversation during breakfast, but it was stilted. This was not at all what Jessie pictured for your first morning together and of course it was her fault. It took valiant effort on her part to not get down on herself in this moment. If she did, she'd clam up and it would only make things worse.
Jessie insisted on doing the dishes after breakfast, despite your protests. You didn't finish your food, instead claiming it tasted good, but you just weren't that hungry. She hadn't even had a chance to inquire as to your plans for the day before you excused yourself, telling her you had to run some errands and meet up with a friend after. She wanted to offer to join you for errands, but got the sense you didn't want that.
When you parted ways that morning, she well and truly felt like shit.
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Thankfully, the awkwardness of that morning was fleeting and soon you two were back to normal. She'd even stayed a few more times over the passing weeks without incident and for that she was grateful.
She begrudged your situation more and more because all she wanted was to be with you. She wanted to spend every night with you, she wanted to fall asleep with you in her arms and wake up just the same. But, that couldn't be. Yet anyway.
Janine had been on her case to tell you everything, and she knew Janine was right, but every time she went to broach the subject her mouth went dry and she just chickened out.
At the start, she tried to tell herself that if she gave your relationship more time, it would be more comfortable to bring up, you'd have a solid foundation to fall back on. Even then, she knew it was a lie to cover up her cowardice. But now, several months into your relationship and even longer into your friendship, it felt like an impossibility to address. It felt like a betrayal.
And stupid moments caused friction. You two had been laughing about something and Jessie sat down after and you sat in her lap. Though she let you sit there for a short while, the way you shifted against her was far too risky. She tried to subtly coax you off, but she caught the look of embarrassment on your face.
Tonight, you were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie together. Then, of course, a hot and heavy sex scene started playing.
You both remained perfectly still as you both watched. The tension and anxiety Jessie felt was palpable and she was sure you felt it too. It's not that you'd never come across explicit scenes before together, but it was more and more awkward over time.
"Wow. They're really going for it," you muttered at some point as the scene dragged on, breaking the silence. She looked at you out of the corner of her eye and saw you rub your temple with a near-grimace on your face.
Her heart raced. Maybe she could use this as an opportunity. She cleared her throat and resettled into her position on the couch. She scratched at the corner of her eye.
"Yeah, totally," she said distractedly in response to your comment. "Um," she could feel her face heating up already, "I know you're into girls - I mean, obviously." Jessie's head lolled to the side as she shrugged. "But um, does that mean, you know, you've never slept with a guy? Or you know, been interested? In you know, sleeping with a guy?"
When she turned to look at you, she was met with a very perplexed stare. You frowned.
"What do you mean?" You asked, a slight edge in your voice and Jessie felt her face burning hot. She pulled her hand out of yours as she held out her palms while she spoke.
"I was just curious," she said as she brought her shoulders high in a prolonged shrug.
"Have you?" You asked pointedly.
"Wha- Me? Slept with a guy? Well, no," Jessie stammered, feeling your eyes bore into the side of her face as she spoke towards the TV. She looked back at you as she finished and you looked away.
"Mm," you voiced and you settled into the cushion a bit further, still not looking at her as you folded your arms tight against yourself.
"Well, um," her gaze flit about as she tried to map out how to proceed, "is that bad?"
"That you haven't slept with a guy?" You asked, that edge still in your voice as you looked at her. "Guess that all depends if you think it's bad that I have."
"You have?" Jessie asked brightly and you gave her an even more confused look. "Did you like it?"
"What? I'm so confused right now." You pushed yourself back up and turned your body partially towards her. "I don't know where you're going with this. But me sleeping with a guy before doesn't mean anything." You frowned. "If you're asking if I liked fucking a cock," you gave a faint laugh with a pointed look, "clearly not enough." You sat back against the couch once more and shot her a smirk. "That curiosity was satisfied and I don't ever need to do it again. A strap is more than enough for me."
Jessie's body froze and she held her breath in her lungs unknowingly. She eventually swallowed and looked away, settling back into the couch as well, but unable to speak. She felt numb.
"Hey, did I say something wrong?" You asked. She could see you sitting forward to peer at her. She felt your hand rest on her thigh and she cleared her throat, pulling away slightly before fixing her gaze on the TV again.
"Wha-" You started, shoulders dropping as you stared at her in confusion. "Babe, I don't-" You trailed off again. A moment passed, but you didn't break your stare. "I'm sorry if I said something wrong."
"It's all good," Jessie said lightly, offering you a fleeting glance before nodding at the screen. "I was just curious. Can we watch the rest of the movie?"
She saw your body slump out of the corner of her eye and felt your eyes still on her. You seemed to contemplate what to do, but eventually sat back. You went to grasp her hand, and although she didn't pull away this time, she didn't reciprocate as her fingers rest loosely around your grip.
"Do you want to sleep with a guy?" You asked slowly, not letting up.
"No," Jessie responded firmly.
"Well, what is this about? I'm sorry," you repeated emphatically. "I know we never talk about sex. I'm sorry if I said too much. But you asked, so I answered...," you trailed off.
Your note about how you avoided the topic of sex like the plague made matters worse. She tried not to let out a sigh of exasperation, settling for a glance down at your hand and a feeble shrug. "It was nothing. Let's just watch the movie, okay?"
"I can tell it's not nothing," you went on and Jessie turned to you this time, giving you a steady stare. You looked so sorry, confused, helpless even. Part of her felt bad, but at this point she mostly felt bad for herself. Her emotions were churning and she wasn't sure how to feel or what to say. She wanted to leave.
She stood up and caught the look of concern on your face, but turned her back to you anyway.
"Where are you going?" You asked. She could hear you push yourself to the edge of your seat.
She scratched the back of her head. Her conviction to leave now wavering. She pushed her hair back.
"Just gonna grab some water," she settled on, her voice low and flat. She forced herself to turn and give you as much of a smile as she could muster. You looked unconvinced and were about to speak, when she cut you off. "Want anything?"
You paused, seeming to relent. You stared at her for a couple of seconds before dropping your gaze. "No," you said quietly as you sat back.
When Jessie returned to the couch, the tension was no better, but you'd seemed to be giving her space, which she was grateful for.
Her mind ran rampant throughout the rest of the movie. She caught herself fidgeting several times over; running her palms harshly against the top of her thighs, picking at her fingers, bouncing her knee. She wasn't being very subtle about her unrest, but you kept your distance.
The movie ended and the credits rolled and neither of you went to speak or make a move. Jessie fought the renewed urge to leave.
Eventually, you spoke.
"It's pretty late. Guess we should go to bed?" You asked in more of a statement than a question. Jessie didn't look at you and simply nodded. Another pause.
"You don't have to stay if you don't want," you offered, voice softer than before.
She shot you a look, holding eye contact. Even though she wanted to leave a moment ago, the fact that you offered it caused her temper to flare.
"Sure. If that's what you want," she said in a restrained manner as she stood.
"What? I-no. Jess," you implored. "That's not what I meant." She heard you stand, but she kept her back to you. "I-you just seem...restless. And not happy with me. So..., I was just saying you shouldn't feel obliged to stay the night. I want you to stay, but, only if you want it, too."
"Why would I be upset with you?" Jessie asked evenly as she turned to face you. She knew it was entirely unfair to ask, but she was so out of sorts and didn't know how to manage.
You gave almost a pained laugh. "I was hoping you could tell me. Because I don't know." You gave a quick shake of your head and held out your hands in defeat. "You asked me this question about sleeping with guys. I answered, and now you won't talk to me."
"And I told you it was nothing. I was just curious. I'm just tired. It's been a long week," she said. She knew she should offer you some kind of reassurance - the truth, for one - but even a smile or a kiss or something. She couldn't bring herself to do it.
You didn't believe her; that was clear. Still, you nodded.
"Okay. Well. If you want to talk at some point, I'm open. I'd like to," you offered before clasping your hands together and shrugging. "And, I do want you to spend the night still. If you like."
How? After how cold she'd been. Cagey. You still wanted her to stay. You were too good for her. The anger she'd been using to build a wall between you weakened.
"Okay," she said quietly, kicking idly at the hardwood floor, her eyes downcast before looking up at you. "If you're alright with me staying, I will."
You gave a discouraged shake of your head. "Yes, of course I want you to stay. Jess, you-" you stalled and just shook your head further. "Yes. Please stay."
She set up on the couch like usual. Tonight you didn't even attempt to offer sharing a bed together and you retreated to your room after a tentative and brief 'goodnight' kiss.
Jessie didn't know how long she laid there staring up at the darkened ceiling. Her mind wouldn't let up.
You had no interest in cock. So, you weren't interested in her. At least you wouldn't be once you knew.
Her eyes stung with unshed tears. She really wanted things to be different with you. She was so stupid. She'd let things go far too long. She'd been too scared to address things - to risk losing you. And now she was going to lose you anyway, but she'd let too much time pass, your connection grow too deep. Her chest ached already.
How could she protect herself so much, but still leave herself so vulnerable?
All of the 'should've' and 'could've' moments from your relationship were playing endlessly in her head. Her nails dug painfully into her skin as she tried to retain composure.
Alarm shot through her body as she heard your bedroom door open. She lay entirely still as the door softly opened. It was a couple of second before she saw your figure tentatively stepping out into the dark only to stop at the foot of the couch.
"Jess?" You whispered.
Another flare of panic went through her and her body stiffened further. She managed to respond though.
"Y-yeah?" She said, needing to clear her throat and hating how muffled her voice sounded with residual emotion.
You were quiet for a moment before speaking again.
"I can't sleep," you said, and Jessie's chest panged when she heard your voice waver.
She cleared her throat again. "Me neither."
You sniffled and took a seat on the arm of the couch. She could make out the shadow of you staring down at your hands as you fidgeted.
"I don't like how we left things tonight," you said quietly.
A renewed wave of anxiety went through Jessie, her hands clenching into fists.
"Yeah. Same," she said. It was true, even if you were upset for different reasons.
"Can we talk, then?" You asked. Jessie exhaled silently. She didn't want to talk. She just wanted things to be better. To be different. But she didn't want to have the hard conversations that would likely be the end of things.
"Sure," she agreed.
"Can you...," you trailed off momentarily, "tell me what upset you this evening? Because, if I said or did anything offensive or upsetting, I really want to know so I don't do it again."
"You didn't do anything," Jessie told you, already feeling herself start to withdraw despite everything.
"Jess," you implored, some impatience bleeding in. "Please. I know something's wrong. And I-" You paused, eventually exhaling. "Knowing that I've upset or hurt you in some way is driving me crazy. I-I care about you so much. You don't even know. I just want to fix things."
Jessie felt tears started to pool at the corner of her eyes again and she felt her defenses weaken.
"You didn't do anything wrong, baby," she said gently. "I'm just in my head."
You moved from the arm of the couch to the cushions. You leaned forward, resting your weight on your palms that you positioned outside of her legs, close enough to touch.
"You don't need to be," you said. "I want you to feel safe talking to me. Isn't that the point of how we're approaching our relationship? To build things emotionally?"
Jessie ground her teeth together as she fought off impending emotions. Even if she knew what she wanted to say, she wasn't sure she'd be able to speak without her voice trembling. She saw as you watched her quietly before looking away in defeat. Still, your thumb tenderly grazed the side of her leg.
"I don't know what to do," you said, gaze set on the floor. You eventually looked back to her, a pained smile on your face as you looked at her through the dark. "I really love you, Jess." Your voice broke as you said her name.
Jessie lifted her head to look further at you before pushing herself up so she was sitting. You loved her. Or at least you thought you did. Her chest tightened painfully as your words settled in.
"You don't have to say the same," you spoke quickly. "I just- I just want you to know."
She stared at you through the dark. She wanted to reciprocate. So badly. But how could she tell you she loved you when she couldn't find the courage to tell you anything else?
Her thoughts turned dark. Truth was, you didn't truly love her. You legitimately couldn't. You only loved what she presented and time was quickly running out.
The longer she waited the more hurt you looked. She felt so conflicted and eventually just reacted.
"Come here," she said softly as pulled you by the shirt towards her and kissed you deeply. She felt your body hitch with initial hesitation before melting into the kiss. You pulled back briefly, studying her for a second before kissing her again, deeper and more passionately than earlier.
Things escalated quickly. Your touches were hungry and urgent and this time Jessie did nothing to stop you. Soon, you were straddling her on the couch as you made out and your hands wandered along her body.
It wasn't long before a tightening sensation in her pants brought her back to her senses. Her grip on your waist tightened and you moaned into the kiss as you ground your hips into her.
Jessie's eyes flew open in a panic and she pushed you off of her. She tried to be gentle and gradual about it, but there was still an audible thud as you made contact with the arm of the couch.
Jessie watched you, wide-eyed and terrified as you looked back at her with shock that quickly dissolved into hurt. You cast your gaze to the wall, your body stiff, and Jessie could see emotion starting to bubble up.
"Y/N, I-" she started, but her words caught in her throat as you stood up and walked briskly into your bedroom. You threw the door closed behind you, and whether intentional or not, it didn't quite close and was left a few inches ajar.
A completely different kind of anxiety swept through Jessie's body as she rose off the couch and strode towards your door, pausing and staring at the gap between the frame and door. She wanted to push it open, but she remained rooted to the spot.
"Y/N," she called your name softly. "Y/N, I'm sorry. I-"
"Just go away, Jessie." Your voice was congested and strained and left her with little doubt that you were crying. Even then, you didn't sound angry, you sounded dejected and defeated and it hurt Jessie far more.
She let out an exasperated breath, bringing her hand to the door and opening it just a touch as she peered in. You were already under the covers at the far edge of the bed with your back to the door.
"Can we please talk?" Jessie asked, hoping desperately that you could feel how sorry she was.
You sniffled and she saw you curl into yourself under the covers. "No. I'd really rather not right now." Jessie's heart ached and continued racing.
"I-I can understand. But, please let me explain-"
"There's not much to explain," you interrupted. Jessie protested your claim and you cut her off again, trying valiantly to keep your voice steady though it still wavered. "I'm just going to go to sleep, okay?"
Jessie's stomach was in knots as she stared at your figure in the dark. There was so much she wanted to say.
"Please close the door," you pleaded softly.
She opened her mouth to speak, even lifting herself up onto balls of her feet before stopping herself. Defeat swept over her as she saw you wipe at your face. Her shoulders slumped and she sighed quietly. Her stare lingered a few moments longer before she reached up and closed the door.
She walked in a daze back to the couch and sat down heavily and stared blankly forward. This morning, you two were close as ever. Now...
Her shoulders shook as she started to cry. The display of emotions caught her off guard and she sat up pin straight and grit her teeth together harshly. Her lip trembled and she held her breath firmly in her lungs as she tried to regain control.
She dug her fingers painfully into the tops of her thighs and a small whimper escaped her. She'd tried to be so careful about everything, but instead made a royal mess out of everything.
She sniffled as she pushed herself off of the couch. She found herself at the front door, putting on her shoes and jacket. She grasped the doorknob, stilling, hesitating for just a moment before swinging it open and stepping out.
Glancing back, she contemplated texting you or leaving you a note of some kind. Her throat grew tight once more with grief and she closed the door.
Let's be honest. The way she was hurting you, the way she was lying to you for so long, she clearly wasn't ready to be in a relationship. You deserved so much better.
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Love you
Pairing: Evan Buckley x reader
Summary: After your and Buck's daughter said something cute you decide to surprise him at work.
Word Count: 730
A/N: Hey guys. This is the last one shot from the Buddie-August. I hope you like it!
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Prompt: with kids
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After you and Buck dated for two years, you became pregnant and now have your beautiful and cute daughter Emma. During your pregnancy Buck was always there for you and protected you even more. He always made sure you were comfortable and not overworked. When Emma was born she began to be the light of your life. Buck loves holding her, cuddling with her and talking to her. She makes you both so happy and you always love to see when she learns something new.
That was one of the reasons why Buck was so sad when he had to go back to work. He was sad that he couldnât spend as much time with you and Emma anymore and could miss when she does something new. You promised to send him some pictures while he is at work and tell him everything he missed. And when Buck comes back from work, the first thing he does is to kiss and cuddle his little princess. When she started to talk, and her first word was âdaddyâ Buck was so excited and told everyone. She started saying some random words and making you both laugh which made her laugh too.
Today was one of those days where Buck had a 24 hour shift. Heâs been at work since yesterday and is coming back today at the evening. You missed him a lot when he was at work for so long and he missed you, but the good thing is that it means that he has the next two days off and will be at home with you.
The day started as normal as always. Emma woke you up early in the morning, later you had breakfast, then you both went for a walk and Emma took a nap. But then when Emma woke up and you gave her a kiss, she suddenly said something she had never said before.
âlove mommy.â
âI love you too honey.â You said excited but then got sad that Buck wasnât there to hear it.
âDo you want to go to daddy?â You asked and she began to giggle.
âDaddy.â
âYeah, letâs go see daddy.â You said with a smile and picked her up. You quickly took your bag with everything that you could need and made your way to the car. While driving to the station Emma didnât stop to say âdaddyâ because she was so excited.
As you walked into the station your daughter began to giggle because she likes being there and seeing the others. When you walked upstairs and she saw Buck, she immediately said âdaddy.â Buck saw you two, began to smile and run over to you.
âHey my little princess.â He said and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
âHey, babe.â Buck greeted you and kissed you. Emma made grabby hands and Buck took her with a smile and hugged her.
âIs this my favorite niece.â Chim said as he walked closer, making Emma giggle. The others greeted you as well.
âWait, is everything okay?â Buck suddenly asked.
âYeah, we just missed you and Emma wanted to tell you something.â You said with a grin and Buck smiled at you.
âOh, is that so?â He asked with a smile, but Emma just laid her head on Bucks shoulder. You chuckled and then said.
âMaybe she says it again.â Buck nodded.
âAre you hungry? We were just about to eat.â Bobby asked and you nodded. You all sat down at the table. You sat next to Buck who was holding his daughter in his arms. After eating you talked a while with Eddie and the others.
âLove daddy.â Emma suddenly said and everyone began to smile.
âAww, I love you too my little princess.â Buck said with a big smile and hugged her.
âI love you so much.â He said again and was so excited.
âLove daddy.â He gave her a few kisses and looked so happy.
âWhat about me Emma?â Chim asked but she didnât say anything, and everyone started to laugh.
âDonât worry, the day will come and she will say it to you too.â Hen said and you chuckled.
You stayed at the station for a while until they were called to an emergency and had to leave. Buck was so happy that you surprised him and canât wait to come home later and spend more time with you two.
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M!Naga x F!Reader (NSFW)
Themes/Warnings:Â Nsfw, breeding/oviposition, aphrodisiac themes, monster x reader, fantasy world, mute monster Words:Â 4.5k Notes:Â Hi Hi! Here is this month's free story! A quick tangle with a Naga. Hope you enjoy!
The front wooden door creaked softly as you pushed it open. The soft chime of the bell that hung over the entrance echoed through the shop like a lullaby. It was a much needed relief from the hustle and bustle of the city outside.Â
One you traversed through all morning to drop off Isiahâs order.Â
âIsiah?â You called towards the back of the store. Where a set of red curtains separated the front of the shop, with many shelves and tables of goods, from the rest of the establishment.Â
You heard a returning chime, similar to the bell above the door but much deeper in tone. An answer from the shop owner who was no doubt busy and was signaling to give him a second.Â
You decided to wander the store while you waited. Keeping your pack of herbs and roots securely on your back so you don't accidentally knock over anything.Â
You browsed the many potions and elixirs that looked both delicious and mesmerizing as they swirled in their small bottles.Â
Then moved on to the table of baked goods. Some of which still had a trail of steam wafting off of them. A fresh batch of brownies that smelled absolutely wonderful caught your eye immediately.Â
Your stomach gave a hard reminder that you forgot to eat breakfast this morning.Â
The sound of rustling curtains brought your attention from the mouth-watering display to the store owner as he slithered out between the silk linings.Â
He wore loose veilâs of purple silks and velvet today. So thin in fact that you got a very easy opportunity to gawk at his broad chest; two thick plates of silver scales that melted into the deep navy blue of his serpentine tail. His dark human complexion split apart with his too wide smile as you hurried over to the counter. His hands folded smoothly over each other in Sign before he eagerly plucked open the pack and peered inside.Â
âA successful harvest?â He had asked. And you nodded, allowing him to start pulling out various leafy bundles and thick dirt covered roots.Â
âIt was. Spring has apparently come early this year. I managed to get some of the things that werenât on your priority list.â You pointed out the leather pouch of flower petals and seeds. Which made the spines along Isiahâs tail quiver excitedly.Â
His hands were a blur with his response. âYou treat me like royalty, (y/n). You will be compensated, of course.âÂ
You nodded and waited by the counter as Isiah dipped back behind the curtain, disappearing from sight.Â
While you were waiting, a couple wandered into the store. They browsed briefly but seemed to already know what they were buying. Taking their time to browse any new stock but immediately take a few vials from a shelf that passed. Seeming to know the place well.Â
They lined up behind you, talking idly until Isiah returned. His smile was welcoming when he spotted his two new customers. And he placed down a pouch of coins in front of you before Signing a question to the couple.Â
âThe usual?â He asked with a mischievous glint to his sharp gaze.Â
âOf course. Why change what works?â The first customer chuckled and fished out some coins to pass into Isiahâs waiting hand. Once the coins were counted, Isaiah leaned over and pulled back the red curtains for the couple to pass through.Â
They continued to chat as they disappeared into the back of the shop. But their voices were silenced when the curtain fell back into place.Â
âItâs good to see business wasnât damaged by that review article.â You said, matching your teasing words with an equally joking smile.Â
Isiah rolled his eyes, flashing you his fangs in a silent hiss as he feigned anger. His hands spoke his reply.Â
âTo be honest, that article has increased my revenue. My loyal customers now make reservations weeks in advance so they have a spot amongst all the new bloods.âÂ
Isiah pushed the pouch of coins closer to you across the counter. âI doubled what I usually pay you since you brought me back so much. But I do have a request, if youâre free today.âÂ
âA request?â You asked, picking up the swollen bag of money to throw into your pack. âIf youâre sending me back out to the wilds, I have a few more stops I need to make before I can go.âÂ
Isiahâs hands waved away your words and then he gestured for you to follow him through the curtains.Â
You trailed along behind him. Thanking him as he held the curtains aside for you before continuing down the warmly lit hallway.Â
Looking at the shop from outside, a passerbyer would never imagine the sheer size of the establishment within. The front store was big enough to have its shelving and still have plenty of space for a large sum of customers.Â
But the back? It felt like you were walking the corridors of a fancy hotel three times the size of the shop outfront.
You passed seating areas with plush couches and soft rugs spread out beside roaring fires.Â
Other areas included pools of crystalline water, bordered by beautiful gardens and mossy carpets. There was a bar beside a tile floor with many tables, perfectly illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight.Â
The scents of the meals being cooked for customers made your stomach twist with jealousy, as you watched a throuple share a large thick crusted pizza between them.Â
âYouâve redecorated.â You said, suddenly coming to the realization that some of the gardens were more lush than usual. And the extra marble pillars hadnât been there last time. Each with beautiful carvings of scaled tails curling around the thick white beams.Â
Isiah smiled broadly, very proudly Signing, âLike I said, business has been good since that article.âÂ
He led you past the restaurant and the pools to a staff only area. Where the delicious smells of cooked meals turned sickly sweet with an undertone of bitterness that plagued your nose.Â
You politely tried not to shiver as the scent of Isiahâs mixtures coiled with your senses.Â
You focused on Isiahâs hands as he explained his request, âI have a new concoction I wanted you to try.â He said, pausing to remove a vial from a crystal casing by the door. âThey are strong and we have tested it on hybrids and monster kinds already; but not humans. It is safe for you to digest, I made sure of it. But the strength of its effect is unknown.âÂ
Isiah offered you the vial and you took it very carefully. The vial was made from very thin glass and it felt like youâd crack it just by touching it.Â
You popped the corked lid and sniffed it. That sweet smell that filled the room tripled inside your nose and your mouth nearly watered.Â
It was a usual reaction from sniffing anything that had Isiahâs venom imbued in it. But this was like you sucked on the most delicious lolly ever, and your skin rippled with goosebumps from the warm sensation that flooded your mind.Â
You shivered and quickly placed the small lid back into place on the vial. âThat is definitely strong.â You said with a laugh. Still feeling like someone had tickled along your sides, filling you with a blissful tingling. âWhat was the effect on the monsters?âÂ
Isiahâs smile was wicked and playful. His hands were slow as he translated in a teasing manner. âIt sent a number of them into a rut that lasted many hours. Some are still here enjoying themselves.âÂ
You gawked up at the naga in front of you.Â
Isiah was highly adept at making potions and goods that heightened everything and anything to do with pleasure. Using his venom, which was already a strong aphrodisiac among his kind, to cook and bake and brew all manner of edible contents.
The last substance you tested for him sent you into a lovely high of desire that you shared with a number of other testers. It had been a wonderful experience that had lasted the entire night. And left you feeling bubbly days after.Â
However, in all your time working with Isiah or being around his establishment, you have never heard of his goods sending creatures into ruts.Â
âIsnât that dangerous?â You asked. And Isiah shrugged.Â
âOnly if their partners are unprepared. But I have many happy customers because of this. I only need to ensure that it isnât going to comatose my human patrons.âÂ
You knew he was joking when he used the word âcomatoseâ. His glistening eyes told you as much. But if this twisted a natural need into a burning desire to a monster, you seriously doubted youâd be making your other stops anytime soon.Â
âI think I deserve a little break.â You said. âHow do you want me to test it? Do I just drink it? Or do you want me to find someone to share this with?âÂ
Isiahâs deep gaze sharpened and your entire body heated up under his heavy stare.Â
His hands Signed quickly as he leaned forward, his claws trailing over your cheek as he finished his question. âI was hoping I could share this with you. If youâd have me?âÂ
You smiled, ignoring the growing flustered heat that crawled its way up your neck and into your cheeks as Isiahâs long fingers continued to scrape carefully down your throat. His touch barely left a red mark but his talons left your skin tingling. âYour business will be ok without you?â You asked. And Isiah made a noise in the back of his throat that would have been a hissing chuckle if his voice hadnât been taken from him.Â
âMy workers know what theyâre doing. And theyâve been ordered to leave me for the rest of the day if you were to accept my offer.âÂ
You nodded again and Isiah gestured for you to follow him once more.Â
He led you out of the cooking room and up some stairs to a room hidden behind a gilded set of doors.Â
You knew this as Isiahâs office and had only been here once, when you first came here with herbs to trade for coins nearly at the start of his business career.Â
You remember growing incredibly flustered when you noticed his office had, not only a desk and couches set for meetings; but also a large circle bed built into the floor. It was so large fifty people could probably lay in it, tangling themselves together, with ease.Â
But now, you were growing more and more excited as Isiah took your hand and tugged you towards the nest of pillows and blankets. When you stood on the lip of the bed, Isiah coiled his tail around your legs, turning to face you and plucked the vial from your hands.Â
Without taking his eyes off of you, he uncorked the glass container and pressed it tenderly against your lips.Â
You grinned and obediently opened your mouth. To which Isiah tilted the glass vial up and the syrupy liquid pooled onto your tongue.Â
The flavor was indescribable. A mixture of sweet honey and bitter dark chocolate. You eagerly swallowed the contents and as it traveled down your throat and settled in your stomach, you felt a fiery warmth begin to spread through you.Â
Pins and needles prickled the tips of your fingers and you sighed as the familiar blissful sensation rushed through you.Â
It was very instantaneous, your reaction. And you heard Isiahâs spines vibrate with delight.
So caught up in the enraptured feeling, you almost missed Isiahâs hands moving in front of you. Asking a question. âHow do you feel?âÂ
You smiled and ran your hands along Isiahâs shoulders. The texture of his silks felt so good against your palms. And the rolling muscles beneath his scales had your thighs pinching closer together.Â
Isiah shadowed your touches with his own. His large hands smoothed down along your sides. Carefully scraping his talons against any bare skin he found.Â
It made your body shiver pleasantly.
âI feel like youâve just wrapped me up in a warm blanket and put a vibrator between my legs.â It was a vulgar explanation but itâs exactly what you were feeling.Â
Isiahâs smile looked almost triumphant as he slid his hands up along your sides and wound his arms around your middle. Pulling you closer, you eagerly fell into his embrace as he slowly twisted so you were lying beneath him on the mattress.Â
His tail nudged your thighs apart and you pushed up against him as he settled between your legs.Â
Isiah didnât need to Sign to tease you. His wide smile, showing the tips of his fangs between his lips, said it all.Â
Your fists tangled themselves in his silks as your breathing grew heavier. Not from lack of breath, but definitely from the need that was clawing at your restraint.Â
âDonât give me that look. Your venom already drives me insane. This isâŠby the GodsâŠplease touch me, Isiah.âÂ
You felt the hiss vibrate through him as Isiah purred contently with your words. His hand snaked between you and you saw stars as your eyes squeezed close with the contact.Â
Even with your clothes still on, that small amount of friction sent sparks to every inch of your body.Â
You gasped as Isiahâs tongue swept along your throat. You felt the pinpricks of his fangs scratch against your skin and the sensation had your lungs emptying with a moan.Â
Isiah rewarded the sound with a rather rushed circular motion between your legs. His fingers pressed deliciously hard against the bundle of nerves that screamed for attention.Â
You couldnât take it anymore.Â
You needed to be naked and you needed his scales against your skin. Every inch of you needed his touch or else you were going to go mad.Â
Your hands felt clumsy and slow as you tore off the layers from your travels. Isiah grinned down at you, unhelpful as he continued to rub and roll his palm against your core. You moaned and tried to wriggle away from him just enough to pull your pants away, but the damn naga trapped you beneath him with a single hand wrapping around your throat.Â
Your eyes widened and your whole body burst with that fiery desire as Isiah shook his head down at you. His hold was strong but careful. Allowing you to breath and twist in his grasp, but you couldnât pull away. Not even if you wanted to.Â
Then his lips moved slowly and so deliberately that you caught every sweet syllable of the word; âSlowlyâ, and his gaze dipped low enough to point at your pants that were unbuttoned and your belt removed.Â
You nodded and tortuously slowly, started to slide your legs out of your trousers. Isiah leaned back enough to watch your thighs become bare, displaying your folds as his tail returned to settle between your now naked legs.Â
The very touch of his cool scales against your core had your hips rolling desperately. He grinned and pushed harder against you, his hand still firmly around your throat while his other palm squeezed and molded your breath between his fingers.Â
You whimpered. Actually whimpered! As the subtle roll of his scales gave you the friction that you wanted. It wasnât scratching that itch by any means but it was enough to have your head rolling back and your hips feverishly grinding against him.Â
You felt Isiah shift and the cool scales were replaced by something thicker. You smiled and reached for him, eagerly gliding your hands down the largest of Isiahâs two cocks.Â
His eyes fluttered closed as you gripped him and immediately started to rub him. Your pussy wetted the base of his length while your hands fondled and massaged the round head.Â
Pearlescent precum started to bead at the tip and you licked your lips, imagining his weight on your tongue.Â
But as much as you wanted to taste him, you needed him inside you twice as much.Â
Isiahâs cock was very human-like. But only in shape, with the rounded head and the soft sheath that protected the tip. The rest was all naga. To the deep, almost black color that melted into silver at the head, to the massive size that had your core clenching with just the idea of him stretching you. You could feel the soft ridges along the underside and when you tilted your hips just right, you could catch that textured side along your clit.Â
Isiahâs hips began to roll in rhythm with your frenzied thrusts.Â
His eyes were half closed, lost in the sensation of your hands pleasuring him brutally as you worked him to full length.Â
The second cock had not revealed itself yet. Which in the back of your mind, was strange. Both cocks were used for different things. But they were always both present when a naga was getting intimate.
The smallest was commonly used for pleasure, being the most sensitive part of the naga.
The larger of the two was always used for breeding.Â
It was how certain male species of naga would lay their eggs. While others produced sperm, you knew Isiahâs species instead produced soft, pliable eggs. They were only ever fertilized when the second cock would be used after the largest.Â
You didnât know however, if this was something Isiah intended to do. And the thought of him stuffing you with his cock and then breeding you, had your mind turning into putty and your moans becoming louder.
The whispering of Isiahâs spines vibrating told you he enjoyed the sound. And Isiah moved so you were crushed beneath him as he started feverishly fucking himself between your thighs.Â
Your moans turned into breathless cries as the ridges along his cock rolled along your clit over and over.Â
You buried your face into the crook of his neck, kissing and biting the soft flesh between his scales as he gasped and hissed above you. Taking his own pleasure while you desperately tried to keep up with his heated pace.Â
âIsiah, please!â Your begging plea was matched by your hands scrambling to move him in a way that gave you space to realign yourselves.Â
Your bed partner nodded, panting as his tail twisted to maneuver himself so your hips no longer touched, but the rounded tip of his cock pressed against your entrance.Â
The first second of pressure had you squeezing your eyes shut. So ready was your body, that it welcomed Isiah with a warm, very wet entrance for him to slide into.Â
But after the first inch, your body tensed and Isiahâs spines shivered with displeasure as he forced himself to slow and properly stretch you.Â
His hands were wrapped around your hips, his claws left red dents in your skin as your hips rolled in tandem to stuff Isiahâs girth between your legs.Â
He was taking too long. You could take him, you knew it. He just wasnât at the right angle.Â
You managed to regain control of your body long enough that you somehow forced Isiah onto his back.Â
The naga definitely let you do it and his wide smirk only fueled your need as you mounted him. Driving your knees into the mattress on either side of his hips as you wrapped your hand around his length and angled it towards your core.Â
And like the smug male he was, Isiah relaxed into the pillows and let you work yourself into a frenzy. His hands found soft places on your body to pinch and squeeze while you panted and rolled your hips down on top of him.Â
Immediately, the tip slipped inside and you braced your hands on his chest, murmuring soft nothings in between moans as you kept penetrating yourself on him.Â
Isiahâs eyes watched every sway of your hips as you took him. His eyes occasionally rolled closed when you sunk fast down on him or squeezed in a way that sent pleasure shooting through his body.Â
But his gaze was glued to you. Locked on the beautiful display of heated need that had you taking his full length and seating yourself around him. Only when your ass sat flat against his hips did Isiah move.Â
He sat up so fast you were almost knock back. But his hands wrapped around your waist and held you securely against him.Â
His lips found yours in a heated kiss. One that had his fangs nicking against your lower lip and his forked tongue swept hungrily against your inner cheeks.Â
And then his hands started to set a rhythm.Â
Bouncing you slowly, intending to test if you could take him. But you whined and shoved his hands away. Planting your hands on his chest and instead lifting your hips away from him until only the tip of his cock was still inside, and then slamming down with a slick sound of skin slapping scale.Â
The friction had you seeing stars and white flashed through your eyes as you continued to ride Isiah hard and fast enough that your thighs immediately started to burn.Â
Isiah writhed beneath you. Hands locking onto your waist once more as he looked up at you with dark, hungry eyes.Â
His grin was wicked. Seeming pleased to see your mouth hanging open, eyes hooded and your body lost to the sensation of being so overly stuffed your belly bulged everytime you came down.Â
Then his thumb nudged against your clit and your sounds twisted, becoming louder and desperate. You clutched his wrist, unsure whether to throw his hand away or lock it against you as he rolled the pad of his finger against the fiery clutch of nerves.Â
You didnât get time to decide.Â
Not long after his fingers worked you over, you felt him begin to swell inside you. His rhythm, one he smoothly kept up with you, faltered and his tail writhed behind you like a piece of string on the wind.
You heard his spines vibrate and then lock down against his scales and Isiahâs head rolled back with a silent cry as his climax rushed through him.Â
His hands, locked on your waist, held you tight against his hips as he rutted up into you. You were rocked harshly above him, but unable to move an inch as he spilled inside you.Â
You felt his warm seed flood you, but then something thicker began to stretch you. You gasped and squirmed, but Isiah was stronger. Keeping you firmly in place as his first egg seated itself inside you.Â
His rapid pace pushed the egg deeper and deeper until you felt it snugly rest against your cervix. The foreign feeling was like a cooling agent to the fire in your stomach.Â
That desire still raged but a sense of contentment spread through your mind as well.Â
âIs there more?â You asked Isiah. Your voice felt like sandpaper against your throat. How long have the two of you been fucking? You felt sweat along your brow and back and your thighs burned to the point you werenât sure if you could move them anymore.Â
Isiah smirked and suddenly you were on your back again. And Isiah spread your legs to the point you gasped, and continued to pound into you.Â
He couldnât fit all the way this time. Not with the first egg inside you. But the friction and new angle had you both panting again in minutes. And you cried out as his cock swelled with his second finish, laying another egg that he kept fucking deeper and deeper until you felt it slide against the first.Â
The fog started to lift from your mind. You could make out the shadows that were now cast along the floors of the office from the windows. The once blue sky outside was now pooling with oranges and pinks.Â
A sunset.Â
But Isiahâs rough kiss scattered the sudden shock with a new sense of need.Â
Again and again, Isiah pounded into you. Soon your voice was lost to you, leaving only loud pants and squeaky moans as he penetrated your overly sensitive pussy until his eggs were sweetly embraced between your walls.Â
By the fifth egg, even Isiah was exhausted. He nuzzled your neck and the spines along his tail shivered softly as he curled around you. His cock still buried as far as it could, lazily stroking himself as he reveled in his own overstimulation.Â
You were a mess. Unable to think and slipped in and out of a blissful slumber while Isiah used you.Â
It was only until you felt him slide out of you, leaving a great gaping emptiness, did your mind finally come back to you.Â
And you reached for him as his tail slid around you. Coiling your body against the thick, cool muscle against your very warm body.Â
Isiah nuzzles against your back as he moves up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he settles amongst the coils of his tail.Â
He then lifts his hands enough that you can see the question he Signs.Â
âIs it any good?â You donât have to look at him to sense the teasing smirk. He damn well knows itâs good. But you indulge him regardless of how scratchy your voice sounds.Â
âI blinked and suddenly it was the afternoon.â You mumbled with a laugh. You shifted to get more comfortable and your sensitive walls sent flames of heat through your body as the eggs inside you shifted as well. You touched your stomach and turned your head enough to look over at Isiah. âSo, what do I do with these eggs?âÂ
Isiahâs hands moved lazily in front of you as he snuggled more deeply into the pillows, exhausted. âYou are safe with them inside you. Iâm sorry I didnât ask permission first. The scent of your heightened lust sent me spiraling. And I also have a small kink with breeding, so I lost control. I will remove them after a quick nap.â
âYouâre fine. Iâve never beenâŠbred like this before.â You admitted. Also laying your head amongst the mountain of pillows.Â
You peel open your eyes when you felt Isiahâs arms moving again.Â
âDo you enjoy it?â He asked.Â
âYes.â You said. Not at all ashamed to share this with Isiah. âI enjoy all manner of being used like this. Iâve just never had a Naga male do it to me.âÂ
âGlad to be the first.â His hands said playfully. Which you rolled your eyes at. âBut it was very sexy to see you take over. Iâll happily fill you with eggs again if you ride me like that again.âÂ
âItâs a deal then.â You managed to mumbled before you lost the fight against sleep and were pulled into a warm, sweet sleep, nestled against Isiahâs tail.
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â© ËË . GOJO SATORU ; â you canât help but feel a little upset thinking that your boyfriend has forgotten your anniversary.
àź Ë àŁȘàżàŸ warnings! f!reader, none, fluff! although it gets a tiny bit hawt at the end! âĄ Ë àŁȘàżàŸ note! an anon suggested this drabble idea literally like sometime last year + the new szn finally gave me some motivation to write it! i hope u see this!
3 years.. 3 years and gojo didnât leave you with so much as a âhappy anniversaryâ as he left this morning. youâd have even taken an extra smack on the ass during your usual morning makeout session, the taste of his two sugarâs too sweet coffee on his tongue as it twists with yours and his hands on your waist.. but thatâs it, thatâs all???
so now youâre here, angrily stomping back to your shared apartment after the few errands you had to run today because you took the day off to celebrate. but your dumb, stupidly handsome boyfriend doesnât even know what for as he rambles on the other side of the phone.
âcan feel you poutinâ, whatâs gotten into my sweet girl? hm?â gojo hums like hes thinking about something, his same sickly sweet tone dripping through you like honey despite the way you want to be mad at him right nowâ you wouldâve ignored the call all together, just to be petty if you didnât know heâd turn up at the door a second later.
ânothing. iâm just almost home thatâs all.â youâre lying and you know he can tell, he always could. he could pick up every slight, little change in your attitude like he seen right through you.
âoh yeah? nothing at all on your mind?â gojo drawls again, thereâs a teasing lull to his voice and it makes your pout puff out even more before he breathes out a low chuckle and sighs. âand here i thought you were mad at me. you almost made me cry at workâ who would take me seriously then, huh?â
âyouâre not funny.â you huff out, short and a little clipped as you finally come to a stop infront of your apartment door â fiddling with your keys in your hand while your pout still rests on your features.
âyou sure?â
you really canât be bothered playing gojoâs games right now and as amusing as he seems to find himself, itâs only making you burn hotter â making your stomach twist with the lump in your throat that youâve been fighting to keep down all day. you donât want to get upset, but it meant a lot to you.
you just wanted him to maybe put in a little effort on the one day that you guys really get to celebrate eachother.
âpositive. so iâm gonna gââ you can barely finish your own spiralling, upsetting thoughts before your snapped response through your phone fades on your tongue. but suddenly, the tears youd been fighting to hold back all day seem to come so ruthlessly, gathering along your lashes as you gaze onto the ocean of red that greets you as you open the door.
youâre not sure how many bouquets there are waiting for you there. hundreds? thousands? sitting pretty along the floor, decorating the shared space so beautifully that you donât even realise that youâve gone quiet. ofcourse gojo would do something like this, and suddenly you feel a little silly for even doubting him.
âah, fine. i guess iâll get the guy to come pick all of those back up then, huh, sweet thing?â
but the smooth tone that sounds from your phone speaker sounds a little louder, closer when itâs accompanied by a long arm wrapping around your waist from behind as kisses are pressed up the side of your neck.
âbut, youââ you try but you feel so overwhelmed, so full of love as gojoâs large figure drapes over you from behind. his face is stuffed into the crook of your neck and you can feel the way his crooked smile sits on his features as it presses against your skin. he feels warm, although youâre sure heâs more than smug right now when he pulls away with an exaggerated gasp that cuts off your sentence.
âas if youâre perfect, good looking boyfriend would ever forget. what do you take me for, hm?â you giggle at that despite the way heâs teasing you again, squeezing at your sides until youâre meeting his gaze and youâre sure you must look so in love when you notice the way his features soften slightly.
âhappy anniversary, princess.â gojo grins as he leans into kiss you breathless, twisting into your mouth as his tongue pushes past your lips and you almost rock back with how dizzy he makes you feel. but his hands are on your hips, keeping you close against his chest with a stability that youâd always found in him.
another long press of his lips with yours and you whimper sweetly as he pulls away to look at you, pretty gaze glowing slightly from under the snowy peaks of his hair before heâs smirking again, maybe a little wider this time.
âyou gonna laugh fâ me when i tell jokes again? i can feel the tears threatening to start again.â heâs like a professional when his cheeky grin twists into an exaggerated pout, making you laugh againâ a little harder this time before youâre pinching at his cheeks playfully and bringing him in for another quick kiss.
âyouâre such a dork.â you tease and gojo groans against your lips like heâs offended.
âmmm, no thank you? oh iâm hurt, sweet girl. whatâll i do with you now, hm?â the look he gives you as he pulls away is suspicious, a raised brow as his head falls to the side and he really looks like heâs considering it. until the next moment his large palm is coming down heavy on your ass before his next handful squeezes.
âsatoru!â you squeal but that only seems to make him chuckle as he leans down to kiss you again, rougher this time despite the way youâre both smiling giddily into the shared, messy press of eachother. almost too quickly finding yourself pressed up against the wall in the hallway as he melts into you.
âletâs see! oh, iâve got a few ideas.â
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Dude idk how to explain it but thereâs smth about ur fics i loveâŠ.if ur taking requests can u do one for yuuji? Hes kinda dumb and he was basically a jock before he got into jujutsu tech so one with some corruption kink?
â thankuu Iâm glad u enjoy my writings, I try my best. Hope you enjoy this one too<3
dumb slut â yuuji.itadori
â dom ! male.reader x sub ! Yuuji Itadori
â contents : dumb yuuji (I love him) , corruption kink , virgin yuuji , is called a slut like once , overstim , creampieâŠ.if u rlly think abt it , passing out nd yeah.. mb if i got smth wrong
warnings : virginity loss erm think not much of a warning⊠blud is aged up btw
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You stared down at the pink haired guy with a confused look. ⊠did he seriously not get the hint..?
Youâve been flirting and sending hints that you wanna sleep with him. At some point you almost gave up and thought maybe he was playing stupid to not hurt your feelings or something, but no heâs really clueless.
Something about that made you feel excited.
Yuji was popular, heâs surrounded by girls, you were 100% sure he knew about the wonders of sex.
âUh.. you know what, we should hang out after school. My house. Just us twoâ you smile knowing he couldnât turn you down.
There wasnât any special occasion, you just wanted to hang out like friends and down a couple drinks. Thatâs what he thought at least.
For most of the afternoon you guys were laughing and talking about anything and everything, Yujiâs a lightweight so the littlest alcohol already had him fucked up.
âAhhâŠYuji tell me, any girls youâve been with?â You ask taking a swig of the alcoholic drink.
âHmmâŠ. Iâve had like 3 or 4 girlfriends.. you?â You let out a small chuckle.
âIâve had some yeah, I mean girls youâve slept with..â you tilt your head looking into his eyes, god was he cute..
âUhmâŠâŠno Iâve never..â he flushed looking off to the side. You got closer and placed youâre hand over his thigh.
âItâs okay..I donât judgeâŠ.but god does it feel goodâ you glance at his lips and he stutters trying to move away.
âY-yeah..? I mean y..yeah Iâve heard..â
âI can show you, yuuji..â you get closer and closer to his lip, he closes his eyes tightly and you quickly stuff your tongue in his hot mouth.
He tightly grabs onto your shirt, his tongue so stiff it kinda makes you laugh.
You quickly dig your hands into his pants and roughly stroke his dick making him moan in your mouth.
âAugn-! MmphhâŠ~â He tries to pull your hand off but it feel so good, he canât bring himself to pry you off, instead his hips subconsciously start thrusting into your hand.
â..like it..?â You pull away looking into his glossy eyes, he shakes his head no and tries squirming away.
âMmâŠI know you like it..feels good doesnât it..~? I can show you something thatâll feel even betterâŠâ he looks at you with wide eyes and a red face.
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âOHH FUCK- ACKââ Yuuji scratched his stained bedsheets as you pounded into his used up hole. His lips were red and slightly busted from how much he was biting them, he felt sticky and sweaty but he was addicted.
âD..did you cum again..?â You said, panting like a dog. You had felt him tighten around you causing you to groan and dig your fingers into his plush skin.
âUghâŠ.arenât you..tired..?â He turned around and he almost had hearts in his eyes. He smirked as best as he could and moved himself on your cock letting out more whorish moans.
âHoly shit..? Have I turned you into a complete slut for dick??â You laugh and wrap your hand around his throat bringing his back up against your chest.
âS..so full..! NnghâŠ.HAââ He screamed feeling you harshly thrust in him again, cum being pushed out of his gaping hole.
âT-TOO MUCH S..STOP Y-YN~!!â He saw sparks as he came one more time at the feeling of your hot cum pumping him again, his thighs trembled and he fell forward, completely passing out.
You watched your seed peek out of his hole making you twitch.
You ended up passing out next to him for the whole day. In the morning you woke up to your cock being slowly stroked..
You slowly open your eyes to find Yuuji straddling you and aligning your tip to his wet entrance.
âJustâŠone more time..â
a/n; did i slack off? a little yeahâŠ..
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