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Shooting Stars
A rewrite of March's shooting star festival cutscene. I kept his dialogue, because I think it's such a good insight to his character, but I added to it in a way that I'm pretty proud of! I hope you enjoy!
March x Reader
Word Count: 3k
Tags: Slight angst, fluff, idiots in love, oblivious flirting, emotional constipation, light swearing
Last night, you dreamed of stars.Â
It was all everyone was talking about for the past few days. Friday night at the inn, Nora and Holt each had their own stories of their first shooting star festival spent together. At the Saturday market, Vera lamented not being in Mistria for the festival (apparently, itâs the best view) as she cut your hair. And today, Elsie stopped by your house to hand deliver a brooch â traditionally used to invite a âspecial someone.â
You turn the brooch over in your hand. Itâs shaped like a star, with crystal beads dangling down. âItâs beautiful,â You comment softly. âIf I invite someone⌠does it have to be romantic?â
Elsie pauses. Itâs likely that sheâs never had to consider the festival as anything other than romantic. âHmm, I suppose it doesnât. But a night alone, underneath the stars, destinies intertwined; would you rather spend it with a friend, or a partner?âÂ
The conspiratory wink she sends only twists your insides. When you moved to Mistria, romance wasnât on your mind. It wasnât something youâd thought about until no one could talk about anything else. âI just donât think anyone would want to spend the festival with me in that sense.â
She laughs, and for a moment, you wonder how Juniper snuck her way into the conversation. Itâs similar; high pitched, snooty, but itâs different in the way sheâs laughing with you rather than at you. âOh, Darling,â She chuckles, waving her hand, only stopping when she sees the confusion on your face. âOh, youâre serious? Darling, have you truly not noticed â you know what, Iâm sure you already have someone in mind.â She chuckles again, taking your hand and closing your fingers over the brooch. âJust invite him, and have fun. Itâs such a special night, no matter who you spend it with.â
Elsie parts with a quick peck on both sides of your cheeks, leaving you with the brooch and your own thoughts.
~~~
Five points dig into the palm of your hand, guiding you on your walk to the mines. Thatâs where Ryis said they would be.Â
âHey!â Olric spots you first, waving cheerfully as you approach. âYou want to go mining with us? March thought weâd be able to get some extra copper before the festival.â
Normally, you would say yes. But your nerves were already telling you to get as far away as possible, and working in the mines with the source of those nerves was mortifying. âActually, I wanted to talk to March. Can I steal you for a second?â
You donât know why the thought of asking him is getting you so worked up. When Elsie gave you the brooch, he was the first person to come to mind, and it didnât bother you. And then she started talking about her past partners to the festival, and intertwined destinies, and now all you want to do is chuck the brooch in the river and pass out in the mines again. It took a few dips in the pond looking for artifacts â and then a shower â to get out of your own head. And then the walk through town and the narrows brought all those worries back. What if he thought it was romantic? What would you say?Â
March stands in front of you at the old flower bed, his hands stuffed in his pockets, as Olric preoccupies himself with double checking their rucksacks for everything they need by the mine entrance. âWhat do you want?â His brusk question somehow manages to quell your nerves.Â
You hold out your hand, revealing the brooch. âElsie gave this to me this morning, she said itâs a part of a tradition, or something,â You begin, digging your shoe in the dirt path. âYou can say no, I wonât take it personally. I just thought it would be fun. As friends, obviously.â
When you finally manage to look at him, March is staring down at the brooch with a look of pure bewilderment. His eye twitches slightly as he glances up at you, trying to read your expression for something, then back at the brooch. He seems to register that youâre no longer talking, and he flushes, his shoulders tensing as he looks away with pinched features. âFine. Olric will just badger me about it if I say no.â
âYou donât have toââ
âI said yes, didnât I?â He snaps, glaring at you, his cheeks only getting redder.Â
You canât help but smile, only seeming to fluster him more. âCool. Iâll see you later, then.â
âBe at the summit at eight. Donât be late, I wonât wait up for you,â He grumbles, finally snatching the brooch from your hand and stuffing it in his pocket. Before you can respond, he turns on his heel, stalking away with his head down. You watch as he reaches Olric, who grins and claps him on the shoulder with a thumbs up, earning a snapped response from March that you canât hear as they disappear into the mineâs entrance.Â
~~~
When you walk through the clearing to the summit at eight on the dot, you find March already there. âHey.â His greeting is shorter than usual. He only glances at you for a second, returning his focus to the two paper cups in his hand before thrusting one at you. âIt will get cold. I figured you wouldnât dress for the weather.â
You laugh as you take the cup, the warmth in your hand blooming as your fingers brush against his. âYouâre literally wearing a tank top.â
âIâm used to it,â He snaps softly.
With a snort, you shake your head, approaching the setup of blankets and pillows. âWow. I canât believe I missed this last year.â The sun is setting, painting the sky orange and pink. Youâve been on the summit before, but something about tonight fills you with a new wonder.Â
âYou⌠missed the festival?â He was about to sit down when your words gave him pause, an unreadable expression passing over his face.Â
âI was working.â You pass the blanket, looking over the edge. âI wanted to get to the next mineshaft stop in the mines and lost track of time. I passed out down there, actually. Valen chewed me out the next morning for making her work on her birthday. Oh! I have some dried tea leaves and flowers, I could make her her own bag of loose leaf tomorrowââ
March interrupts your musing. âIâd rather you not fall off the cliff, would you come sit down already?â
The sun sets as you both sit on a star-shaped pillow, and after a while of sipping your drinks in silence, the first shooting star streaks across the sky. And then, another follows. And another.Â
Youâre entranced by the show when March speaks. âWell, here we are. Up on the summit⌠watching the stars.â His voice sours, and you turn to see him looking up at the sky with a grimace.Â
He was having a bad time already? Your awe subsides, and you sigh. âYup.â You take another sip of hot chocolate. âSo, uh, did you watch the stars with your family when you were younger?â
âMy⌠family?â He pauses. âOlric and I didnât have time for that kind of thing growing up.â
You glance back over at him to find him staring down at his drink. âMe neither. My parentsââ
âCan we talk about something else?âÂ
There isnât malice in his tone as he interrupts you, but the urgency drops a pit in your stomach. âYeah, of course,â You answer, wracking your brain for something else. âThe stars are beautiful, arenât they?â
His grip tightens on his cup. You let out a sigh, pulling your knees to your chest and resigning yourself to a silent night when he suddenly stands, glaring down at you with an intensity you havenât seen since first moving to Mistria. âWhy did you really invite me here, anyway?â March demands. âTo press my buttons? As some kind of⌠joke?âÂ
âA joke? What the hell are you talking about?â He only tenses more as your brow furrows. âI invited you because I like you!â
âYou⌠what?â Confusion takes over for a moment before the anger and frustration returns. âQuit messing around. If you want to watch the stars, letâs watch the stars.â
âNo!â You pull yourself to your feet, now glaring at him as March stares at you in shock. âYou really think I invited you as a joke? Whatâs the joke, then? Explain it to me, because I have no idea.â He only sets his jaw, not taking the bait as you clench your fists at your sides. âI invited you because I thought it would be fun, because I thought we were finally at a place where you didnât hate me just for moving here, but I guess I was wrong. You didnât have to accept my invitation, March. So either get over yourself, or get out of here. Iâm not letting you ruin this festival for me.â You sit back down, stubbornly staring at the sky to avoid looking at March, who you can see standing frozen in the corner of your eye.Â
You expect him to scoff and stomp away, grumbling under his breath about how annoying you are. You expect him to accuse you of something else, or to lob another insult your way in retaliation for the âget over yourselfâ comment. You donât expect him to sit back down begrudgingly, not that you could celebrate it as a win even if you wanted to, which you donât, because youâre still pissed off at his little temper tantrum. âThe stars⌠do look pretty from up here.â March finally breaks the silence, his voice strained. âI didnât realize they would be so clear.â
You scoff. âHow did you not know what it would be like? Did you miss last yearâs festival, too?â
âI⌠was working.â
A sudden snort escapes you, breaking the wall of frustration you had put up. âNow youâre making fun of me.â
âIâm not.â March rolls his eyes, but you can see the hint of a smile â or a smirk, more likely â playing at his lips. âYou can see the stars any time. Why would I waste an entire night staring up at the same boring sky when I could be doing something productive with my time?â He shrugs. âThat was my plan for tonight, but⌠weâre all caught up on our orders for this week, so I figured it wouldnât hurt to take a night off.â
You donât know what it is about him. Maybe itâs that despite his initial coldness to you, you knew it was from a genuine care for his home. Maybe itâs the way you can see the pressure he puts himself under, the standards he holds himself to, and you know his attitude is less about you and more about himself. Whatever it is, it never fails to roll the passive aggressive comments off your back as soon as he makes an effort to be nice.Â
That doesnât mean youâre not going to still give him shit about it. âAnd then you were an asshole.â
He snorts, scratching the back of his head with a small frown. âYeah, pretty much.â Itâs not an apology, but you donât feel like pushing it. âIt almost feels like theyâre drawing you in, doesnât it?â It does. Not only are you drawn into the stars, but you also feel drawn to the person next to you. Two stars shoot across the sky, as though bound together. It isnât until they disappear that you remember to blink.
Despite the distance between you, a sense of warmth leaves when March eventually stands. âItâs getting pretty late,â He announces, holding his hand out to you. âCome on, Iâll walk you back to the farm. If you fall and hurt yourself in the dark, I know I wonât hear the end of it.â
You laugh and take his hand, that warmth returning as he helps you up. âPlease, I could make the way back blindfolded if I had to. Letâs test it, do you have your headband on you?â
âUnless you want to make Valen work on her birthday for the second year in a row, you can endanger yourself as a party trick another time.â
âPromise? Itâs a good party trick.â He looks away as you grin, and you can see his cheeks flush under the light of the moon.Â
~~~
âWatch your step, a bit of the decking is uneven after the storm last week,â You warn. âI mentioned it to Adeline and Ryis, they said theyâd get on it this week as soon as they got the supplies.â
âSo youâre the reason I had to complete another nail order.â March steps over a splintered piece of wood.Â
You roll your eyes. âIâll put in an order for something more âworthyâ of your talents to make up for it. How about a spoon?â
âCute.â
âCareful, I might start thinking you actually like me.â He stumbles over another part of the decking that had lifted, causing you to laugh. âDonât fall and hurt yourself in the dark, March, I wonât hear the end of it.â
âShut up.â
âThatâs more like it.â You continue walking, him grumbling after you. Another shooting star overheard gives you pause, remembering something important. âI never saw a shooting star as a kid. For the longest time, I thought they were fake. Just some lie to tell kids so theyâd believe in wishes, yâknow?â You slow down, electing to walk past the shorter path through the edge of town to walk around Sweetwater Farm instead. âThe first time I saw one, it was my third season as an adventurer. I wished for a family. And when the missive to move in here came, it came true. Everyone took me in. They made me feel welcome, like they wanted me here. Except you. Thatâs why I invited you.â
You donât have to look at him to know the confused sneer painting his face. âYou invited me because⌠I was mean to you when you moved in?â
âEveryone was so hopeful about me getting the town rank back up,â You continue. âI love everyone here, and I was so grateful, but it was a lot of pressure. I felt like I had to live up to everyoneâs expectations. But you⌠you didnât have any expectations of me â except that I wouldnât last, but that was fine. For some reason, it helped. You already assumed the worst of me, so I didnât have to be the best. I can be myself around you. Does that make sense?â
When you turn to look at him, heâs staring at the ground in contemplation as he walks with you. â... Yeah, actually. It does.â You continue on in a much more comfortable silence than the summit, the frogs croaking and the wind whistling through the trees speaking for you. Eventually, you get to the farm. âWoah.â March blinks, shock painting his features as he takes it in.
You scoff. âI know, donât start with me. Between crops, animals, the mines, the request board, and Adelineâs projects, I donât have time to clean up. Once winter comes around, I can focus more on making it look presentable.â
âThatâs notââ March shakes his head. âYou donât have time for decorating, but you have time for bothering me?â
âOh, I make time to bother you. Itâs one of the highlights of my day.â You grin at him as you reach your door. âThanks for walking me back. Iâll come by to put in my spoon order tomorrow.â
âIâm not making you a spoon.â
âI guess Iâll just keep eating with my hands, then.â The disgusted grimace on Marchâs face causes laughter to bubble out of you. âSee? Best part of my day, right there. Goodnight, March.â
He rolls his eyes again, his face turning red as he turns and walks away. âNight,â He calls out, not looking back.Â
Your smile stays the rest of the night as you get ready for bed, and that night, you dream of stars.
~~~
The next morning, after dropping off Valenâs birthday gift, you stop by the blacksmithâs. March lifts his head, nodding in greeting before returning to whatever heâs working on at his desk. âIâm going to the mines, are you low on any ore? I can bring some by later.â
âWeâre fine.â The response is immediate, he doesnât give it any thought. Typical. âSince youâre not busy, thereâs a notebook in my room. Itâs on my shelf.â
âGood for you.â He shoots you an unimpressed look, but youâre already on your way to his door. âYou know, it doesnât hurt to throw in a âpleaseâ every once in a while,â you comment as you step inside his room. Itâs neat, with a potted plant in the corner and a small watering can. At the far end of the room, a tall shelf is lined with frames and trophies from various blacksmithing competitions. It doesnât surprise you to see how many read âfirst place.â You find his notebook quickly, and turn to leave the room when something catches your eye. Two shelves above, near the most recent trophy, sits a star-shaped brooch with crystal beads. You clutch the notebook tightly. You had expected March to just throw the brooch in a chest somewhere, not⌠keep it on a shelf of his achievements.Â
To avoid dwelling on it for too long, you go back to his desk and hand him the notebook. Luckily, he doesnât ask what took you so long. âI was told that I should thank you for last night, so⌠thanks,â March sighs, pausing from his work to look up at you. âJust donât let it go to your head.â He smirks, causing you to roll your eyes.Â
Still, you can't help but smile. âIâll try my best. See you later, March. I want my spoon by the end of the week." It's his turn to roll his eyes as you wink and continue your way to the mines.
~~~
Friday morning, a packaged set of cutlery sits in your mailbox.
'Josephine accidentally ordered too many for the inn. â March'
#fields of mistria x reader#fields of mistria march x reader#fom march x reader#march x reader#march x farmer#fom march x farmer
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He grinned even though she couldn't see him he still did it. "I was getting to the hello just needed to catch you off guard first." His laughter was easy going and flowed like a river. "A National Park, not just any old one. Lassen Volcanic National Park. The meadows were freckled with wildflowers and those lakes are so crystal clear. I mean, I know I wasn't there for the sights but it was refreshing to see a familiar sight to home. Water wise anyway." He sighed and shook his head. "Truly unexpected way to start Monday morning with hearing grab your boots we going hiking. My legs are killing me though."
Hearing Liz on the other side of the call made him smile. He knew he'd missed her but it didn't click just how much until he heard her voice and consequently her teasing banter. He rolled his eyes as he chuckled and sighed. "He wishes he was this cool. Actually, we do have a UFO department did you know that? Fun fact of the night. I may just request a transfer. Thank you for the reminder. Alien life expert." Wally couldn't help but laugh at his own lame joke.
Getting the picture of his pup made him smile as he chuckled and talked to Dolly knowing she could hear him. "There's my precious girl." he cooed and saved the picture. "Thank you again for keeping her company. She looks very happy and very well loved." That pause made him open his eyes and frown. "That bad huh?" He wasn't sure if it was the tone of her voice or that pause that gave it away to him but he picked up on something in her voice. "For what its worth im glad you got my furry best friend to at least get a smile out of you." His dog was good at that. "Timezones you say, huh it's the first I'm hearing about it."
"Oh that tells me you have not had a moment to sit. Manoa Falls? It has a pretty name. Tell me about it. What did you like the most? A guard dog? Has she already found her new calling? Is this your way of breaking it to me? I'm glad that she's been having a ball of a week so far. I hope that when people asked if she was yours you said yes." He wouldn't have minded it either. Dolly took to Liz so he knew the dog liked her.
Wally sighed and knew that cop bullies usually tended to set their sights on a new target, the ones that came after them first. "I'm sorry. If there's anything I can do let me know." Just by the sound of her voice he knew she didn't want to dwell on this so he switched the topic. "Messy for sure. It turned out that the sheriff for the county lost the paperwork so Sunday when I landed had me at the station waiting for seven hours to see one page of a report that someone actually had saved. The rest needed to be requested from the San Diego office. Not only that but they had three suspects that all had alibis but stories didn't align correctly. So, now we have to trace all three of their footsteps. First guy had us at the National Park. The other was the aquarium and the last one which is my least favorite will have us at a strip club talking to some of the employees there. All this because no one thought to pull fingerprints. One deputy touched a bloody cloth with his hands." Wally sighed. "Upside is that they're all cooperating."
"Why are you so sure that Wildfire will hate you? Do you not trust me? If I had a doubt that she'd hurt you I wouldn't even have you consider this. It'll be like when you met Dolly. Wildfire will fall in love with you. Its not hard to do you know?" he rolled his eyes and laughed. "You are always thinking worst case scenarios. A pony? We can put you on ponies but technically Wildfire is a baby. You're scared of a little baby." His laughter wasn't mean spirited just amused. "It is a ranch. Fine we are adding feeding goats to the list. They jump up just FYI."
His sleepy little laughter rung out and nodded against his pillow. "Mhmm. The big old circle isn't there anymore but that's because city didn't let them build it. Said it was too big. But still there." Her laughter made him hum in content as he had forgotten how melodic a sound it was. "It's actually a funny story. The guy you were looking is friends with suspect number two. They just didn't put two and two together until I saw the report."
Wally switched to video as he had missed seeing her face but could use the pretense of seeing Dolly. He smiled sleepily as his eyes were the only thing visible. "They said it was Marilyn Monroe's ghost but I know that's false. She haunts the Roosevelt and we're so far away from that hotel. I think it's a poltergeist, might be, I hear rustling more than I see any figures pop up. I'm not scared," a little lie. "I just don't fuck with them. What if you inadvertently piss them off because you step on their favorite spot on the floor? And then you have one hanging on you and you have no idea how to begin to apologize." Shaking his head his eyes sparkled with amusement as he moved slightly so his long bang would fall to the side inside of on top of his eye. "Do you believe in them?"
" Well, hello to you too." Elizabeth chuckled as she plopped onto her bed before Dolly joined her. It was not like they bothered with greetings most times, but she couldn't help but poke. And it seemed like Dolly could either hear him, could tell by the way she spoke that it was him on the other line, whatever it was she nuzzled against her and looked up towards the phone. As she listened to him, she pet her head and gave her a look that said that she'd let her hear him in a moment once he was done talking. "Tell me where did they take you this time."
When he had left, she thought it would be a bit of freedom, no more him popping up randomly during her day. Or reaching out to bounce ideas off of during a case.
"Okay,Fox Mulder," she teased. "You're not in that department focus on your case."
On day one though, she realized how, lonely quiet, her days were without him. Charlie would check in from time to time as he usually did, but it wasn't the same. She would never admit it of course, but she liked the calls. She hated that he had seen through her lies and had Jamie deliver food when he dropped off Dolly, upset at herself, that he had seen through her stupid lie.
"Great, she's right here actually looks like she's missing you. Here," She took the phone away from her ear for a moment to take a picture of Dolly on the couch and send it his way before returning to the call. "It's been," a pause as she thought it over. "a week."
He was tired, he was babbling about time. "Yea, you know in all my travels I learned about this crazy thing called time zones. Pretty crazy." Hand absentmindedly petting Dolly began to scratch her behind the ears, as she decided to stop being so mean if only for a moment. "What haven't we done? And yeah, I found a new trail, well new to me anyway, Manoa Falls. It's really pretty. Some people thought she was mine and she had the best time on the trail. And a couple of people that came into the office thought she was some new guard dog of sorts." Smiling she looked down at her companion of these last couple of days and nuzzled down against her.
"Oh, him," her mood soured slightly. "It looks like it'll all be settled out of court with everything I provided, but he found a new target to aim his ire at." Sighing, she leaned back into a reclining position with her pillows underneath her. "But tell me about your case. Was it as bad as you thought it was going to be?"
Oh, adventure week. She had forgotten about that. Part of her had hoped he had too. "Not this again. Wildfire will hate me. And there's a first for everything, watch she'd bite my hand." Was she making excuses? Of course. Were they partly true to her fear of anything that she couldn't talk to, convince to see her way or seduce? Damn right. "Why not a pony? Ponies are nice and small, right? Or a goat? You said this was a ranch right? I could feed a goat. Or chickens!"
"Randy's still around?" That drew a laugh from her, she had seen cities change, towns become cities, and other places become living cemeteries, the fact that some things didn't change amused her. Not as much as what he said about a fax and it pertaining to her case. A raised eyebrow, she began to settle into a lying position, finding tiredness sinking through her bones. "You said that they needed you with their case, how could they possibly help me on mine from an ocean away?"
Laying on her side, she cuddled up against Dolly and placed the phone between her and the pillow. She didn't want to think about work and cases anymore. "Tell me about the haunted hallway. Are we talking full poltergeist or spectral nuisance? You never struck me as someone being scared of a little ghost. "
#bordeaux |âŞď¸main âŞď¸|#okay good lol#oh pls you came at us with this tear filled feels inducing moment#falling asleep on the phone im fine đ
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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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TWO MOONS - L.HS
pairing. plug!heeseung x reader
genre. smut, 18+ content, one shot, drabble. MDNI!
word count. 4k+
warnings. drug & alcohol consumption, partying, swearing, sex while intoxicated, short smut [ dry humping, multiple orgasms, oral (f. receiving), fingering ]
synopsis. based off of this hard thought! plug!heeseung who likes you so much that he's convinced himself that you're kinda evil.
a/n. sorry this took so long lol hope u enjoy regardless :) no part 2 so plss dont request it but maybe some drabbles!! also not fully proofread so pls disregard any typos or grammatical errors hehe
Never in his life did Heeseung predict heâd be getting bitched around by a girl arguably much shorter, physically weaker, and far less intimidating than him. And yet here he was, shirtless in his kitchen at two in the morning on his third attempt of baking edibles all because you were too scared to smoke a little weed.Â
Fucking ridiculous.
Itâs his own fault, really, he shouldâve known that innocent, good girl persona you put on was all an act you use to control people â specifically men. Stirring the dessert batter in the mixing bowl, Heeseung shakes his head at the memory of you tilting your head and batting your eyelashes at him as you spoke, your perfectly manicured nails â that you probably got some desperate bitchboy to pay for â tracing and lightly scratching his bicep.
âSo,â you started, dragging out the âoâ, âhow much do you charge for edibles?â
Heeseung shakes his head, tracing the rim of his half-empty red solo cup as he responds, âEdibles arenât my forte. You donât smoke?â
âNot my forte,â you say in a mocking tone, making Heeseung chuckle. âItâs just too much, you know? The smell, how quick it kicks inâŚnot for me. But, uh, if you donât make them Iâll stop wasting your time, then.â You give Heeseung a friendly pat on the shoulder before turning on your heels, fully prepared to disappear back into the party and find someone who actually meets your needs.
âWait!â Heeseung stops you, tugging on your arm until youâre back to facing him. He canât fucking believe this bullshit manipulation tactic youâre using on him is actually working, heâs literally pulling on your arm like a child so you wonât leave him.
You raise a brow at him as you wait for Heeseung to continue, taking note of his sudden nervousness, âYeah?â
âUhâŚare you into, like, brownies? OrâŚâ
The smirk you gave in response said enough, youâve got him exactly where you want him.
Heâd spent the next few hours browsing the aisles of Target, checking his phone every so often and checking off each ingredient as he tossed them into the bright red shopping cart. To make matters worse, you hadnât even requested normal brownies, you wanted some shit heâd hardly ever heard of before: blondies.Â
It was bad enough that Heeseung already couldnât bake for shit, and here you were demanding heâd make something heâd never even tasted before; you really are a master manipulator.
His third and final attempt at baking the blondies were a success, his three roommates taste-testing the fresh batch as a final confirmation.
âI canât even taste it,â Jake says, his brows shooting up in delight, âyou sure youâre not forgetting the main ingredient?â
âThatâs the whole point,â Heeseung explains, cutting the remaining batch into neat squares, âYN doesnât want the taste to be too strong, she likes when itâs more subtle and takes awhile to kick in.â
âAre you her wife or her plug?â Sunghoon jokes from his spot on the couch, taking a small bite of his own blondie.
âNeither,â Jay inserts himself into the conversation, taking a seat next to Sunghoon, âIâm sure he wants to be both, though.â
âFuck off,â Heeseung snaps, momentarily narrowing his eyes at his roommates. âWe just met, Iâm just trying to get to know her.â He sets the knife down, reaching into the wooden cabinet to retrieve ziplock bags.
âYouâre already her bitch, what else is there to know?â Sunghoon half-jokes, resting his feet on the ottoman.
âI am not her bitch.â
He totally is, if the way heâs hurrying to send you a picture of the freshly made blondies is anything to go by.
Heeseung * 2:47 AM
[Attachment: 1 Image] Yooo
YN * 9:06 AM
omggggg ur the fucking best how much??
You didnât respond until the following morning, causing Heeseung to nearly jump out of his skin once he woke up to your texts. He turns on his side, elbow propped up against the mattress as he formulates a response.
Heeseung * 10:31 AM
1 for 10 or 2 for 15. venmo or cashapp But lmk if you want moreÂ
YN * 10:40 AM
no cash? :(
Heeseungâs about to go on a long winded explanation about how money transferring apps are quicker and more convenient than accepting cash when you interrupt him by sending a photo.
YN * 10:41 AMÂ
[Attachment: 1 Image] plsssss i donât trust cashapp and ive been having issues w my venmo acc :(
Itâs a photo of the bottom half of your face, lips formed into a cute pout with your camera angled low enough to show off your cleavage. You werenât even trying to be discreet, setting your forearm underneath your chest to make your boobs sit higher, the cheetah print material of your bra peeking out from under your too-small tank top.
Heeseung swallows hard, staring down at the photo with his pupils blown wide as his trembling fingers type out a response.
Heeseung * 10:50 AM
Actually you know what donât even worry about it lmao Consider it a gift When r u free for pickup Or i can bring to u Either or is fine lol
YN * 10:59 AM
omg :o are u sure? donât want u to lose out on money >.<
Heeseung * 11:11 AM
Itâs fine dw about me baby U picking up? Or want me to drop off On campus is too risky
YN * 11:12 AM
thank u hee!!!!!!! im done with classes around 4:30 iâll pick up around then if that works also u responded at 11:11âŚangel number u must be my angel :o
There you go again with your subtle manipulation tactics that Heeseung swears wonât work on him. If there really is angel out of the two of you, it definitely wouldnât be you, but Heeseungâs not too sure heâd be considered one either. After all, in the twelve minutes it took him to respond to your message, he spent ten of them fucking into his fist as he stared at the photo you sent.
His mind conjured up countless scenarios; leaving hickeys and bite marks across your chest, slipping his dick between your tits as you held them together for him, cumming all over them, fucking anything. Desperate wasnât even the word.
Heeseung * 11:13 AM
Must be :)
After a month and a half of being your personal baker slash bitchboy, Heeseung really is convinced that youâre using him, yet he doesnât seem to mind. If anything heâs grateful, fully aware that if it werenât for him being your plug, the two of you likely never wouldâve crossed paths despite attending the same universities.
There wasnât an ounce of school spirit in his body, so he had little to no urgency to attend any of the sporting events you cheered at or one of the many school-sponsored events you were required to attend. Meeting you at that party not too long ago had been his first encounter with you ever, and you clearly left him with a great first impression on him.
Since that night, heâs found himself conjuring up a new batch of edibles for you every week; brownies, cupcakes, cereal bars, whatever the fuck you wanted, and half the time heâd do it for free if it meant he got to give it to you in person.
He still hasnât convinced you to actually smoke, though, but maybe itâs for the best. The mere thought of getting high with you and how youâd stare him down with half-lidded eyes was enough to make his dick hard â in fact, it already has. Several times.
Enough time has passed to the point where itâs obvious to everyone, yourself included, that Heeseung has genuine feelings for you that go beyond a physical and sexual attraction. Sure, heâs still convinced that youâre a little bit evil and definitely manipulative, but he considers it part of the fun. Heâs also deluded himself into having the âI can fix herâ mindset that heâs been using to justify his actions of ignoring your red flags.
However, even if he canât âfixâ you, it wouldnât be a huge loss. Red is his favorite color, after all.
âYou soundâŚcrazy, and she sounds crazier,â Jake leans against the kitchen counter, raising a concerned brow at Heeseung as he takes a sip of his drink.
âIâm not crazy,â Heeseung corrects, âand YN isâŚI donât know, honestly. Leave her alone, dipshit.â
Jake throws a hand up in defense, glaring when a fellow partygoer accidentally bumps into him, nearly causing him to spill his drink. âRather be a dipshit than a bitchboy.â He mutters loud enough for Heeseung to hear before groaning, âWow, speak of the devil.â
Heeseung turns, following Jakeâs line of sight until he spots you walking through the front door. Stunning as always, your khaki mini skirt and black halter top fitting as if they were custom designed for you and only you.
Despite extending you an invitation to Sunghoonâs birthday party, Heeseung was fairly certain you wouldnât show up tonight, assuming youâd be consumed with cheer practice or one of your many extracurricular activities to attend. Yet, here you were, a wicked grin on your face as you made eye contact with Heeseung.
He gulps in return, eyes wide as he watches you walk over to him and Jake.
You stand beside Heeseung, shooting him a quick smile before directing your attention to Jake, âSunghoon! Happy birthday, king!â
Jake side-eyes you, briefly glancing at Heeseung before responding, âIâm notâŚyou know what? Nevermind, thanks.â He takes this as an opportunity to exit the conversation, giving Heeseung a light pat on the shoulder as he leaves.
âDidnât think youâd be here.â Heeseung comments, leaning against the kitchen countertop.
You shrug, âWasnât doing anything else, figured it wouldnât hurt to stop by for a little. Besides, I wanted to see you.â
âYeah?â Heeseung asks, tongue darting out to lick his lips.
âYeah,â you respond, taking a step closer and resting your hand on his bicep, âgot anything for me?â
Fuck, Heeseung knew he shouldâve made another batch of brownies or some shit. He seriously hadnât been expecting you to show up tonight, otherwise he wouldâve been prepared.
He shakes his head, âNot this time, you shouldâve told me you were coming; I wouldâve made something.â
You groan, momentarily tilting your head back, âI just wanted to surprise you.â
âConsider me surprised,â his hand lands on your waist, pulling your body until your flush against him, âwhy wonât you just smoke with me?â
You grimace, shaking your head in response.
Heeseung rolls his eyes, âJust once? I know your first time wasnât that great, but, I really think youâd like it if you tried again.â
âI donât know, HeeâŚâ
âTell you what,â Heeseung starts, clearing his throat, âsmoke with me just this once, and your next few purchases are on me.â
It isnât much of an offer considering most of the shit he gave you was either free or already extremely discounted, but your eyes light up regardless. âReally?â
Heeseung nods, âI swear.â
You think it over for a moment, the pros instantly outweigh the cons and lead you to accept Heeseungâs desperate offer.Â
A few minutes later, you find yourself in a comfortable lounge chair with Heeseung in his backyard, grateful that the remaining partygoers opted to stay indoors, giving you privacy and alone time with him.
Youâre sitting sideways on his lap, trying your best to ignore the feeling of his dick pressing right against your ass, neatly rolled blunt in one hand as he uses the other to fish a lighter from his pocket. âYouâre nervous,â he comments.
You shake your head, âIâm not.â
âYou are, I feel you shaking.â
âIâm fine, just kinda cold. Go on.â
Heeseung studies you for a moment, eye contact strong and intimidating as ever as he brings the blunt to his parted lips. You watch carefully as he brings the lighter towards the tip, focusing entirely too much on the concentrated look on his face as he lights it. Slowly, he begins to rotate it as the end continues to burn, taking a few small puffs here and there.
Satisfied with his creation, Heeseung takes a long, slow drag, inhaling the smoke into his lungs before titling his head away to exhale.
âYour turn,â he says, offering you the blunt.
You hesitantly stare down at it before accepting; it was intimidating to say the least, the scent alone strong enough to make your head hurt. Heeseung watches you patiently, eyes darting between your lips and the blunt in silence.
Deciding you need a little bit of encouragement, he brings his thumb to your lips, parting them slightly as his free-hand wraps around your wrist, âYouâll be fine, trust me.âÂ
Under the guidance of his calloused hand, you finally bring the blunt up to your lips and briefly inhale before immediately exhaling.
Heeseung chuckles, shaking his head, âHowâd that feel?â
You ponder for a moment, passing the blunt back to Heeseung, âI donât feel anything. Literally nothing.â
âI mean, yeah, you didnât even inhale it.â
You roll your eyes, âWhy are there so many steps? This is why I prefer edibles.â
âIâm just showing you that you have other options, babe.â
âYeah, well Iâm sticking to my baked goods. You can have the rest of that, I donât want anymore.â
Heeseungâs well aware that youâre a woman of your word, and the chances of you ever smoking again were a definite zero, so trying to get you to change your mind was pointless. However, there is one thing that may just work on you.
âMind if I try something?â
You perk up, âTry what?â
âI do all the work but you still get high.â
You raise a brow, âThatâs possible?â
He nods, âAll youâd have to do is take deep breaths.â
Taking a deep breath, you accept Heeseungâs offer with a sigh, resting a hand on his shoulder as you adjust yourself on his lap. âFine.â
Here goes nothing.
He guides the blunt back to his lips, taking a long drag as he holds the smoke in his mouth. He tilts his head upward towards you, taking your chin in his hand, signaling for you to part your lips. You follow his command and part your lips open, just enough for Heeseung to close the distance and allow the smoke into your mouth, his lips barely brushing against yours in the process.
You take in a deep breath, eyes closed shut and inhale the smoke, careful not to exhale too quickly and have a repeat of your previous attempt.
âHow was that?â Heeseung asks, taking note of your sudden silence.
Truthfully, it wasnât bad. The smell is still too strong for your liking and requires much more effort than biting off a piece of dessert and calling it a day, but it wasnât bad. Youâre certain that Heeseung shotgunning it into your mouth only added to the experience.
âNot bad,â you admit, âprobably because you did all the work.â
He chuckles at that, âIâll always take care of you, remember that.â
Heeseung is having the time of his life, thoroughly convinced that he finally has some power over you. Here you were sitting on his lap in his backyard letting him blow smoke into your mouth. Sure, it may have taken a lot of convincing and begging on his end to get to this point, but none of that matters; baby steps are still movement.
As if the night couldnât have gotten any better, youâre asking Heeseung to shotgun more smoke into your mouth over and over. Heâs careful to maintain a calm and nonchalant demeanor as he does so, not wanting to come off as too eager out of fear of scaring you away. Or even worse, giving you back that power you have over him.
On the fifth time, you swipe your tongue across Heeseungâs bottom lip when he passes the smoke into your mouth, a low groan escaping from him in the process. Heâs fully hard in his jeans by now, and thereâs no way you canât feel his dick pressing right into you. Despite the cold weather, your entire body feels warm all over, Heeseung only adding to the pleasure.
You shouldâve taken Heeseung a bit more seriously when he said youâd still get high from this; after a few minutes, your limbs were already starting to feel lighter and weaker. A delicate, cloud-like haze fills your head; your vision blurs slightly and it takes a few minutes for you to fully relax.
Heeseung, attentive as ever, remains silent and still has he watches you; primarily due to the fact that you squirming around on his lap is only adding to the uncomfortable tightness in his jeans. One wrong move, and heâd surely be cumming in his boxers.
You rest your forehead against Heeseung, pressing a firm hand against his chest when he moves to blow more smoke into your mouth. He hums, staring up at with a concerned look on his face.
You close your eyes, mumbling, âHeeseungâŚâ
He hums again in response, still holding the smoke in his mouth.
You open your eyes briefly before closing them again, balling up the collar of his shirt in your fist as you lean down to press your lips against his. He opens his mouth on instinct, as if it were a second nature, parting his lips slightly and exhaling the smoke into your mouth once again.
Heeseung absentmindedly sets the blunt down, his hands moving to your waist to pull you closer to him until your tits are pressed right up against his chest. He groans into your mouth at the feelings, tilting his head to allow himself further into your mouth.Â
You cup his face in your hands, hips moving forward as you slowly begin to grind yourself against him. âFuck,â he moans in a low voice, âkeep doing that.â
You grind down harsher this time, capturing his moan in your mouth in the process. With each movement of your hips, a shiver descends down your spine at the friction; Heeseung is painfully hard, and from what you could feel, he was definitely packing. Bigger than what you wouldâve expected.
It all feels too good; you grinding against him, the state of his high, your tongue in his mouth. Itâs all so overwhelmingly euphoric that Heeseung hardly realizes how close he is to literally cumming in his boxers.
His body was always overly sensitive whenever he got high, and often avoided any sort of intimacy that involved another person due to how embarrassingly quick he would finish, and tonight doesn't seem to be any different. What makes matters worse is the fact that Heeseung was already desperately attracted to you and had been dreaming of this moment since heâd first met you.
He pulls away quickly, cursing under his breath, âYN, h-hold on,â he stutters, âslow down, please.â
You donât listen; in fact, you can barely even hear him with how caught up you were in your own head. âHmm? Say that again?â
âS-slow â ah, fuck â slow down for a sec, baby.â
His grip on your waist tightens, and despite the urgency in his tone of wanting you to slow down, he makes no effort to still your hips move you off of him. Fuck it, it is what it is.
âWhy?â You question, tilting your head, but youâre a few seconds too late.
Heeseungâs entire body shivers, hips jolting upwards as he comes on himself, making a mess of his boxers. While that alone was definitely embarrassing, Heeseung is more annoyed over the fact that youâve regained your power over him. His priorities were definitely fucked, but he didnât even care; he could clean himself up later, but the damage to his ego would take longer to repair.
Your hands fly to your mouth in shock, eyes widening as you process whatâs just happened, âOh, HeeseungâŚâ you mumble into the palm of your hands.
He throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut as he runs a hand down his face, âYouâve gotta be fuckinâ kidding.â
âItâs okay! It happens! No big deal!â You try to reassure him, but it goes in one ear and out the other.
Sure it happens and maybe it isnât a big deal, but it is for Heeseung. Heâs not the type to bust a nut over someone squirming around in his lap for ten minutes, this shit was fucking insanity.
âIâm seriously not like this, Iâm just overly-sensitive when Iâm high. I swear, I-â
âItâs fine, Heeseung,â you interrupt, standing from his lap, âif anything, Iâm flattered! Why donât you, uh, get cleaned up and Iâll see you later?â
âYN, come on, donât do this.â He pleads, following you and you make your way towards the sliding door.Â
âI told you, itâs fine! Iâm not like,â you pause, opening the door with a loud grunt, âmad or weirded out or anything.â
You slip back into the living room, Heeseung hot on your tail with every step. âLet me make it up to you!â
You sigh, âHonestly, I donât think you have it in you to do that right now.â
âI do! Just let me, please.â
âHeeseung, please drop it. I said itâs fine.â
âItâs not fine, at least let me eat you out or something!â
âHeeseung!â Your eyes widen at his lewd, shameless offer, âLower your voice! Weâre in a fucking party surrounded by people!â
He smacks his teeth, âI donât care. Please, YN.â
âYou donât have to make it up to me, you do not owe me anything.â
A beat of silence passes, then he says, âThen do it for me. Please.â
Even though Heeseung was the one literally begging to go down for you, there is a possibility of him having some sort of power over you; or maybe you just have a soft spot for him. Either way, you end up lying in his bed twenty minutes later, skirt bunched up around your waist as Heeseungâs wet tongue circles your clit, desperate attempt at coaxing a second orgasm from you.
He hadnât even realized heâd grown hard again just from eating you out, and would likely end up cuuming in his boxers again just from doing this.
âFuck,â he moans into your folds, pulling away slightly to pepper kisses on your inner thighs, âbeen waiting so fucking long for this.â
âYeah?â You question, your grip on Heeseungâs hair tightening.
This earns a low groan from him as he nods against your skin, âYou have no idea.â
Deciding heâs spent enough time away from your cunt, his lips make their way back onto you; his tongue falls flat against you, dragging your wetness upwards towards your swollen clit before wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud.
Your body shivers, a beam of sweat dripping down your forehead as your second orgasm approaches. Youâve been eaten out before, countless times, but never like this. It was almost as if Heeseung was doing it for his own pleasure rather than your.
He teases your entrance with his finger before sliding two of them in with ease, curling them upwards and immediately hitting the spot you needed him the most.
âH-HeeseungâŚhold onâŚâ
He hums, but heâs not really listening, too occupied with kitten-licking your clit and pumping his fingers in and out of you. The knot in your stomach finally snaps and youâre gushing against his hands and mouth, Heeseung only takes this as a sign to continue lapping at your cunt. You have to literally grab him by the hair and drag him away from you.
He stares up at you, pupils blown wide and his chin coated in your juices, but he definitely looks happy. âWhat?â he asks.
You struggle to catch your breath, âYouâre hard again?â
He looks down at his crotch momentarily before shrugging, âI guess.â
âYouâŚdonât you wanna do something about that?â
His eyes flash down to your cunt for a split second, âIt can wait.â
You scoff, âWell, I need a minute.â
Heeseung nods in agreement, impatiently drumming his fingers on his bed as you flop against his mattress. âReady?â He asks once a minute has passed.
âNo.â
He sighs, then sighs again, and again and again until you let out a frustrated groan. âGo get me a glass of fucking water.â
âOkay!â He shouts while standing, exiting the bedroom in a hurry. Maybe you really do treat him like a bitchboy, but he doesnât seem to mind.
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Hangovers and Hickeys
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
WC: no idea rn lmao probably like 700
A/N: some Spence content before the new year (on the western calendar). Hope you all get to enjoy the day!
âGood morning sunshine.â
You winced at the sheer volume of his voice. âIf I could, id shove you off of the roof Derek Morgan.â
âFun night?â
You snorted and finally lifted your head off of the desk. âYou should be a profiler.â
That caused Derek to laugh, which made you wince and close your eyes. The sunglasses perched on your nose were supposed to be helping. They werenât.
âThatâs a nice hickey you got there.â
You grunted in response and tried to adjust your sweater collar so it would cover the hickey you missed this morning when you didnât look in the mirror. You had basically rolled out of bed, and into your car to make sure you got to work on time.
âWho gave it to you?â âWhy donât you use your super duper profiling skills to deduce it or whatever Sherlock shit you wanna do.â
Derek snorted and shook his head. âor you could justâŚ.tell me.â
âDonât worry about it Derek.â You grumbled.
When Derek realized he wasnât going to get any answers out of you about it, he decided he was going to change tactics.
âMoving on from Boy Wonder?â It was no secret that you had a crush on a certain nerdy doctor. And so Derek tried to use this knowledge to his advantage.
You crossed your arms and just raised your eyebrows. âIâm not dignifying that with a response,â
âPretty sure that was my answer.â He chuckled, sitting down in his chair and swiveling to look at you.
When you decided to just ignore Derek, and face your desk, he piped up again. âWhere is he anyways?â âNo idea.â
It was like he was waiting for his cue from you. Spencer pushed open the doors to the bull pen and strolled in. He had his purple scarf around his neck, over his new coat that Henry (JJ) had gotten him for Christmas. It was a beautiful grey pea coat that kept him warm during these freezing winter months. Spender was carrying a tray with two coffees on it and what seemed like a bag from McDonalds, which seemed to be for you, since he was headed in your direction.
The smell of the food caused you to groan with joy and smile at the man walking towards you.
âMy knight in shining armor.â You muttered as he placed the whole tray in front of you. You placed a kiss on his cheek hasilty, causing him to blush a little.
âI got hashbrowns from both McDonaldâs and Dunkinâ, a little smorgasbord of grease for your pallet.â He whispered before taking one of the cups out of the tray.
âIâm going to marry you Doctor Spencer Reid.â You muttered, digging into the bag and pulling out one of the McDonaldâs hash browns and biting into it. The groan you let out leaned a little on the pornographic side, which made Derek raise his eyebrows at the sound you let out, and then at tinge of pink on Spencerâs cheeks.
You continued eating, clueless about the silent interrogation happening to your left, enjoying every single bite and sip of your hangover cure.
âDerek I can hear you thinking and itâs making my head throb.â
Derekâs eyes snapped back to you, as your figure swiveled in the chair to face him, casually munching on some of the fries, in a completely different mood then from two minutes ago before Spencer had walked in the room.
âSorry your highness. Iâm just curious as to why Boy Genius here is bringing you hangover cures.â
âWell itâs his fault Iâm this fucked up so he owes me.â You grumbled, swiveling around in your chair to face your desk. You pulled your lap top out of your canvas bag and started to set up for your work day.
âWha-how is it his fault.â
Thatâs when Spencer turned bright red and tried to change the conversation, or at least get out of it. âIâwell itâs notâŚIâŚ.hotch isâŚâ
Spencer basically ran across the bullpen and up the stairs to Hotchâs office, avoiding the conversation he almost just had.
âI donât think you wanna know.â You smirked and bit into the muffin from Dunks that Spencer had got you, not looking at the man behind you.
âIâm starting to think that too.â His eyes narrowed and he looked between where Spencer had run off to, and you.
Something was going on between the two of you, and Derek Morgan was going to figure it out.
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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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đ The Turmoil One Suffers
summary: In the second installment of The Secrets One Keeps, a relaxing day on the pogue proves to be anything but, with your inner struggles getting the better of you and JJ hot on your tail.
jj maybank x reader, rafe cameron x reader
warnings: some good old angsty pining, very very slight smut if you squint, fem!reader, talks of suffocation ig? plz let me know if I've missed anything.
a/n: SHE'S BACKKKK, so I've decided to completely reformat and re-post this fic with a few tweaks and editing considering I first wrote this like 3 years ago. Also, for those asking, I won't be doing a taglist for this fic bc I'm lazy and technologically deficient.
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You shouldnât have been smoking, it made you feel uneasy, paranoid even.
You had found yourself on the pogue in the wake of Popeâs incessant bitching about how you had to make up for ditching them last night. The guilt had made you cave in. As he spoke, all that had flashed through your head was images of Rafe. You on top of Rafe, Rafe with his hands around your neck, the way Rafeâs hair felt between your fingers as you gripped on it when he got messy between your-
âDudeâ Sarahâs voice snapped you out of your recurring thoughts.
You turned your head to her as you took a drag of the blunt JJ had rolled, "hmm?"
âI asked if you wanted a beer?â
You checked the time on your phone, 12pm. After enduring 3 hours on this floating nightmare, you decide you're probably deserving of one.
âuh yeah sure.â You took another hit, extending your arm to grab the cold bottle.
You bought the edge of the glass bottle up to your lips and took a swig, letting the liquid wash over your cotton mouth. A swig swiftly turning into a gulp as thirst suddenly became itself known to you. One gulp then turned to two and before you knew it the bottle dried out.
JJ eyed your every move, the feeling that had been bugging him since you got into the Twinkie that morning had now grown into full-blown concern. Your unusual behaviour was deafening with the sounds of alarm bells.
âThirsty?â He spoke with furrowed brows, prompting Pope to chuckle though no joke had been intended.
Your eyes flickered towards JJ momentarily and instantly you knew what he was thinking. Anger disguised as adrenaline coursed through you.
âSarah will you pass me another? Mines empty.â Defiance clear in your tone, causing a thick tension to settle over the boat.
â's a bit it early to start chugging drinks isnât it?â JJ speaks up again before Sarah has time to respond.
You scoffed as you turned to him once more, maintaining eye contact as you took a long drag from blunt. As you exhaled the smoke, the thick white cloud blurred his features.
âSarahâ you tried again.
You hear a small sigh as she hands you another bottle.
âThank youâ You took another swig at the bottle, hoping the liquid would force down the concoction of guilt and anger that swirled in your mouth.
âSo like am I saying words out loud or is it just in my head?â JJ tried, at this point he just wanted a reaction out of you.
âYou asked me to come here.â Your tone was snippy, as another burst of smoke entered your system.
âwell my mistake clearly.â He was getting pissed off now, and you couldnât deny the sick satisfaction it gave you. You knew it was unfair, he hadnât done anything wrong, you just couldnât help it.
Pope cleared his throat. âThis is a whole lotta tension for such a little boat.â He tried to lighten the mood but his joke fell flat.
As you downed your second beer, you took another drag. âIt is isnât it?â You turned to him.
âMaybe you should have some of this JJ, itâll help you relax.â You threw the blunt in his direction, letting it fall at his feet.
âWhat the hell crawled up your ass today?â JJ spat at you, picking up the blunt.
The mixture of alcohol and weed infected your system, your breathing became staggered as you suddenly became hyper aware of the layers clinging onto your body.
You don't answer. Instead choosing to stand up and remove your T-shirt. Rafe returned to your mind as you focused on the image of him mimicking your same actions. Your trousers were next to go. You pushed them down whilst picturing Rafeâs hands running down your legs.
Pope eyed Sarah and JJ whoâs gaze were trained on you and your movements.
âWhatcha doing there bud?â Sarah asked watching you strip down to your underwear.
âIâm too hotâ was all you said, stepping off the edge of the boat and letting yourself plunge into the cool water below you.
As you became completely submerged, you breathed out all of the air in your irritated lungs. Leaving you empty and heavy as you continued to sink. The muffled noises of the water hit against your head yet all you could hear was your thoughts racing.Â
As the need for air increased, the rush of thought slowed. You liked it. The weightlessness of your body, mixed with the numbing of all of your senses was peacefull. A welcome change from the overdrive your body had been running on for the past year.Â
You forced yourself to stay down there, pushing your physical boundaries. A split second before completely losing consiousness you emerged again, letting the air penetrate through your system and invade your insides as it worked to reboot your muscles before giving life again to the internal mayhem in your mind again.Â
You floated with your head above the surface and your back facing the pogues. You couldnât find yourself to act remotely interested in what they thought about your little show.Â
JJ in turn felt as though he was slowly loosing his head. He felt dumbfounded because it wasnât just your behaviour that was different, your entire demeanour and vibe was off and he failed to comprehend what could have happened in the span of 12 hours for you to return to him a complete different person.Â
Sarah could see the way he looked at you, he was hot on your tail and she panicked trying to divert his calculating eyes from you. âSoâ she spoke up loud enough so that you could hear and be part of the conversation should you wish to. âTheres a party at my house tonight.â
âOh really?â JJ answered, evidently uninterested as he continued his stare down with the back of your head.Â
âYeah Wardâs out of town with Rose and y'know Rafe, any opportunity he has to get shitfaced heâll take it.â Relief washed over her as JJâs eyes finally unglued from you.Â
At the mention of Rafe your ears perked up.Â
âDo you guys wanna come?â A devilish grin on her face evident as she spoke.Â
âA kook party? We wouldn't be welcome.â Pope answered for the three of you, prompting a scoff from Sarah.Â
âItâs my house too, plus I already threatened Rafe to let me invite you guys. I told him Iâd snitch on him otherwise.â She shrugged.
âIâm sure he loved thatâ JJ added, amused at the thought of antagonising the Cameron boy.Â
âWell what did he say?â Three pairs of eyes turned to you as you finally spoke up from the water, now facing the boat again.Â
JJ couldnt help the face that your question caused him to pull. Why did you suddenly care about what Rafe Cameron had to say? Sarah already said they could go so why did it even matter?Â
âHe said whatever as long we stay away from him.â Her answer caused Pope and JJ to roll their eyes. It had been somewhat of a lie though.Â
Because what Rafe had really said when Sarah had threatened him was, âwhatever just stay away from us, and why don't you go ahead and bring that sexy little friend of yours.âÂ
To which Sarah had replied with, âWe wouldnât want to hang out with you and your classist friends anyway. Also, Kiaraâs with JJ, and Y/N wouldnât even touch you with a 10 foot pole so.â Unkowing of the situation between you and Rafe.
Looking back at it now, Rafeâs coy response of âweâll seeâ suddenly made much more sense to her as she shuddered slightly in disgust.Â
âCanât we take a night off? I mean donât you guys think weâve been going a little extra hard recently?â Pope tried to reason as you swam back up towards the boat, forcing yourself on board again.Â
âIâll be there.â You interjected as the water ran down your body, soaking the deck of the hms.Â
âwe all will be.â JJ fired back, a confusing swirl of concern and anger towards your attitude fought for dominance within his head.Â
You ignored him once more and lay back on the sodden deck, letting your persistant introspection rest as the blanket that was intoxication comforted you. You looked up at the clouds and the weighlessness returned. Before you knew it, he sounds of Pope and Sarah chatting drifted away with the soft waves that carried the boat. You lost grip on consciousness as the sun lulled you to sleep.
Around half an hour went by before JJ spoke up. âhey" he double checked you were definitely asleep.
He took your silence as confirmation before turning to the other two. âY'all saw that right?â
âSaw what?â Sarah played dumb even though he she knew exactly what he was referring to.
âthe way she was actingâ He whisper shouted, confused as to why no one else seemed remotely worried. âIt was like she hated us.â He spoke with the tone of a wounded man.
âYeah⌠us.â Pope muttered under his breath.
âI think sheâs just tired J, she uh- she had a long night.â Sarah stiffled what had been something between a laugh and a groan.
âNah guys look- I know her, that wasnât normal.â JJ didnât ease up.
âWe all know her.â Pope jumped on the defensive.
âcâmon dude itâs not just me, somethings obviously wrongâ
At this point Sarah wished for anything to distract him, because as much as JJ wasnât the sharpest tool in the shed when it came to academic performance, he most certainly wasnât dumb. And he definitely knew what he was talking about when it came to you.
âMaybe Itâs.. you know..â Pope waggled his eyebrows. âHer timeâŚâ he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck âof- of the month?â
âNice Pope.â Sarah rolled her eyes.
ââs not that. Guys look listen to me somethings definitely wr-â the ringing of his phone interrupted JJ mid sentence. Saved by the bell. Literally.
JJ grabbed his phone and his frown eased up slightly as he looked at the caller ID.
âHey babyâ his tone made it seem like whatever he had been worrying about softened itâs grip on him at the sound of her voice. âUh huh, okay give us ten and weâll be there.â He hung up the phone and slipped it back into his pocket.
âKie?â Sarah asked, praying he wouldnât resume his ramble.
âYeah sheâs finished up at the wreck, wants us to go get her.â And with that the subject was dropped.
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ
The late afternoon breeze stroked you awake as you suddenly became aware of the voices around you.
Your eyes fluttered open and you stirred where you lay, your body stiff from the 4 hour positioning against the hard wood of the hms. You slowly sat yourself up and threw your T-shirt back on your body before turning back to glance at the now complete group of pogues. Fuck how long had you been out for.
You let your eyes linger on Kiara and JJ a couple of seconds longer than everybody else. He laughed carelessly pulling her tighter against his side. You groaned out quietly and reached for your phone, typing out that damned name.
To Rafe:Â Having a party and you didnât invite me? Iâm almost offended.
Almost instantly a reply came through.
Miss me already?
You rolled your eyes as he sent you another.
Figured Sarah would open her big mouth, better see you tonight ;)
âMorning Camper.â John B spoke up. You turned around to face him, every single one of them with their attention on you.
âHey can you take me home?â You directed at no one in particular.
âYou donât wanna stay and hang out?â Kie asked, she wanted to reach you, connect with you.
âI just want to go homeâ You were irritated and your head hurt, you were certainly in no mood for any of this.
John B was next to try âCâmon man we havenât all hung out like this in ag-â
âFuck just take me homeâ You lashed out. âpleaseâ You added in an attempt to soften the blow.
Silence fell over the pogues as John B lifted himself up and steered the boat towards the direction of your house.
As you hopped down you muttered a joyless goodbye to everyone.
âWait! Iâll walk you in.â JJ peeled himself away from Kiara and followed behind you, slightly speeding as you hadnât bothered to stop and wait.
He walked beside you, waiting until you were both out of hearing distance from the others.
âwhy are you angry?â He spoke up.
âIâm not angry.â You tried to walk faster but a calloused hand stopped you.
âStop. Just stop.â You heard the desperation in his voice as he turned you around to face him. âcan you just talk to me? Look whatever I did to piss you off Iâm sorry. You just- you were fine yesterday and now all of a sudden you hate us-â
âStop JJâ You just wanted it to stop. The consequence of your actions pounding down on you with every word that left his mouth.
âStop what?!â He couldnât help but shake you.
âTalking! Stop talking!â You shoved him forcefully off of you.
âThe hell's wrong with you?! dude Iâm worried about you. Todayâs just been so weird.â His fingers shoved themselves through his hair, a nervous habit of his.
The familiar lump in your throat began to form at the sight of your best friend.
âIâm tired J.â It wasnât a lie, you really were fucking exhausted. You were tired of lying, tired of watching the boy you loved love someone else, tired of trudging through your life heartbroken.
âYouâre lying.â He shook his head like a disappointed parent. âWhy you lyin' to me?â
âJJ. Iâm. Tired.â You screwed your eyes shut as your breathing began to quicken âIâm not lying Iâm just-â
âOkay alright.â His embrace cut you off. âI believe you.â He hated seeing you upset. Having known you practically his whole life, he also knew that nothing ever got resolved when you got like this, so he dropped the subject.
You almost broke down then and there, using everything you had in you to move your arms around him, hugging him back.
âIâm sorry.â You whispered, the meaning behind your words far greater than he could realise.
âHey itâs okay, we all have off days right?â He let go of you and gave you a small smile.
âRight.â Your remained court and quiet.Â
âIâll see you tonight. Go rest for a bit okay?â
You nodded and began to walk away before his voice stopped you once more.
âYoâ You turned to see that he had shoved his hands in pockets. âYouâd tell me if something was wrong right?â He hated that he even had to ask.
âMhm, courseâ You lied straight through your teeth before turning and walking away from him uninterrupted. You knew that as soon and as your bedroom door closed behind you, youâd sink down into a pit of despair and loathing.
Whilst the resolution had given him a little comfort, something deep inside told him that this wasnât the end of it.
Perhaps he should have left things alone, maybe then things wouldnât have escalated to extent that they were about to.
So as he watched you walk away, JJ stood there unknowing of what was to come. Unknowing of the way things were about to change between you forever.
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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."
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DAY ONE. FIRST TIME?
ft. gojo satoru â jujutsu kaisen (ĺŞčĄĺťťćŚ)
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 goodâŚâ 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 uhnâŚâ 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 BLACK DRESS â doctor charlie mayhew ࣪ đ â ŕžŕ˝˛ ă
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a/n. i hope this isn't too rushed and that y'all like it! ⥠requests are open ⯠working on them slowly but surely
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̜̲ đ warnings. SMUT! minors dni | lots of dirty talk ⧠daddy kink ⧠thigh riding ⧠oral (m!receiving) ⧠face fucking ⧠slight fingering ⧠use of pet names (slut, bitch, whore, etc) ⧠unprotected piv ⧠creampie ⧠orgasm denial ⧠slapping ⧠choking (with a tie...) wc. 3644 âĄ
That day, had woken up earlier than usual. Rays of sunshine reached your face, causing you to groan into the pillow. Behind you, Charlie was still sleeping, his soft breath tickling your cheek, his hard chest pressing against your back tightly.
You smiled, letting your eyes fall closed for a few more minutes ⯠you didn't want to wake Charlie up, as you knew every minute of sleep was incredibly important to him. You pressed your cheek against his arm resting under you, sighing at the smell of him that lingered in the air.
When you tried to change your position slightly, Charlie groaned ⯠you immediately understood why, as his hard-on pressed into your lower back.
"Mhm...", you heard him hum, the sound vibrating against your ear, sending sparks of electricity down your spine. "Good morning, doll".
His raspy, morning voice had you pressing your thighs together, arching your back into his chest; a familiar tension was already building in your stomach. "G-Good morning, handsome". Your voice came out strangled, and Charlie chuckled lowly, pressing his nose into your cheek. Your neck stretched involuntarily as he pressed a soft, teasing kiss on your pulse point.
"Someone's needy", he sang, and a second later you were already straddling him, pinning his hands above his head. Charlie's smile widened as he looked up at you, adoration filling his features as he took you in. His clothed cock pressed against your core, and you circled your hips playfully, teasingly.
"Maybe", you giggled, leaning down to press a wet kiss on his lips, intertwining your fingers together. "Can't help it. Your voice really fucking turns me on".
Charlie groaned as you swayed your hips yet again, and his head fell back against the pillow.
"Baby, as much as I'd love you to ride me right now, I have to go to work", he muttered ⯠and he wasn't happy about it, at all. You rolled your eyes, not paying mind to his words as you sucked on the skin of his jaw, rocking your hips on top of him yet again.
"I need you so bad...", you whined, biting his earlobe softly ⯠and by the way his head fell back and mouth opened in a soft moan, you knew he wanted it just as bad.
You gasped in surprise when he pushed you off him, playfully, yet his eyes remained serious. "I really need to go, okay? I'll make it up to you later", Charlie kissed your forehead before getting up hurriedly.
You huffed, falling back against the pillows as you heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom.
A few hours after Charlie left, and you were dying of boredom. You were sprawled out in your shared bed, scrolling on your phone mindlessly, exchanging texts with your friends every now and then. You had been inpatient, the buzzing need between your legs getting unbearable ⯠you didn't even try to masturbate, since Charlie didn't let you. He always said that he's the only one that can make you feel good, and deep down you knew it was true. Suddenly, an idea popped up in your head, a mischievous smile appearing on your face as you got up from the bed.
You took a quick shower, putting vanilla body butter on ⯠you knew it was Charlie's favourite. Instead of putting on some comfortable clothes, you grabbed the shortest, most sluttiest skirt you had in your closet, which you knew drove Charlie crazy ⯠it barely covered your ass, which gave him easy access. You bit your lip after opening Charlie's side of the closet, grabbing a simple, black tie that would match the skirt perfectly.
You decided not to put any shirt on as you finally laid down on the bed, grabbing your phone and taking some pictures. You arched your back, covering your boobs with your arm ⯠making sure the tie, skirt and just a little bit of your ass were all visible in the photo. With a satisfied smile, you sent the picture to your boyfriend.
you: y/n sent a photo.
you: miss u so bad daddy <33
Charlie was busy taking a patient in his office ⯠his voice monotone, gaze emotionless as he sat in his chair.
"So, what do you think, doctor?", the older man asked him, and Charlie opened his mouth to reply, but was stopped by the buzzing sound of his phone. He felt worry blooming in his chest ⯠you didn't text him when he was at work that often, simply because you knew he was busy most of the time. "I'm sorry, just a second", he apologised quickly, waiting for no response from the patient as he unlocked his phone.
Charlie felt heat rising to his cheeks; he gazed at the phone screen with wide eyes, lost between anger and the blood rising to his cock in an instant.
He couldn't believe you were reckless enough to send him that while he was at work ⯠you knew exactly which buttons to push to make him lose control.
You were sprawled out in your bed, wearing a pathetic excuse for a skirt; his gaze lingered on your ass, and he took a note of the black, lacy panties you wore. He could see just a glimpse of your face ⯠your full, pink lips curled upward in an innocent smile. His black tie was wrapped around your neck messily, resting on your cleavage. Your boobs were covered only by your arm, and God, you knew exactly what you were doing.
Charlie's mouth watered, pants becoming embarrassingly tight in a second, as he imagined fucking your boobs until he came all over your face.
"I'm sorry", he cleared his throat, blocking his phone immediately as he saw his patient growing impatient.
All he could think about was what he was going to do with you when he finally gets home.
After it got dark outside, you decided to start making dinner for you and your boyfriend. You knew he usually worked overtime, but you had a feeling that today, he'd be home earlier than usual. After taking the picture, you took his tie off and put on a cut-low top ⯠the one you knew he liked.
You put your favourite playlist on, humming the lyrics under your breath, focusing on mixing the ingredients. You swayed your hips, dancing around the kitchen mindlessly, until you heard the front door slamming shut.
Your eyes widened slightly, but you didn't turn around, bending over the counter just enough for Charlie to be able to see your ass when he walks in.
You pretended to be really focused on typing something on your phone, before you felt his presence behind you.
"Hi, baby", you smiled while turning around, fluttering your lashes innocently, reaching out to grab the collar of his shirt. "I'm making...".
"Shut the fuck up", Charlie hissed, grabbing your chin roughly, making you pout your lips. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?".
You didn't even flinch ⯠not when the smell of his cologne filled your nostrils, not when his white shirt clung to his chest in a way that had your mouth watering, not when his jaw clenched with anger. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and he let go of your face, only to put his hands on both sides of you, trapping you between him and the counter.
Normally, you'd melt under his hard, demanding gaze, but this time you decided to keep your act up for a little longer.
"Baby, I've just been making dinner", you muttered innocently, playing with the collar of his slightly unbuttoned shirt. Charlie towered over you, his chest heaving against yours ⯠and you could already feel his hard cock press against your thigh.
Your eyes widened in surprise when Charlie's hand landed on your cheek, slapping you ⯠not as hard as you knew he could, but enough to let you feel the tangling sensation between your thighs and on your face.
"I told you to shut the fuck up", he spat angrily; you couldn't help but moan as your nails dig into his sculpted chest, the sting on the side of your face turning you on more than it should ⯠but that's just how things were with Charlie.
"You fucking like it, huh?", he chuckled darkly, slapping you again, and almost as a confirmation of his words, another shameless cry left your mouth. "You like it when I treat you like a slut you are? You fucking like seeing me lose control?".
You were almost deaf to what he was saying, running your hands over his arms, your mouth watering at the way his muscles clenched under your fingertips.
"Jus' needed you so fucking bad, daddy", you whimpered, and Charlie hooked your leg around his waist, pressing his hips flush with yours. He loved how your confidence faded immediately, how you were becoming submissive just from a simple touch.
"Charlie, please", you begged, looking up at him with wide eyes. Charlie leaned down, enough to brush his lips against yours teasingly. You closed your eyes, breathing heavily, ready for a bruising kiss ⯠but it never came.
Instead, his giant hand wrapped around your neck, cutting your airflow off. Your eyes snapped open, and your hips rocked against his in search of friction, strangled moan leaving your throat.
"You're such a fucking whore", Charlie chuckled darkly, brushing his lips against yours, clearly enjoying how your body reacted to his touch. "You just couldn't fucking wait, could you?", he asked rhetorically, knowing you couldn't answer due to his hand still wrapped tightly around your neck.
Charlie's hand left your throat, cruel smile playing on his lips. You took a second to catch your breath ⯠and he lifted you off the floor, walking both of you to your bedroom with ease. His fingers dig into your thighs purposely, and his eyes were a few shades darker than usual ⯠it made you bit your lip, nothing but excitement filling your body.
When you got there, Charlie fell back on the bed, taking you with him ⯠you straddled his hips, leaning down to kiss him hurriedly. His hands were on your ass, hiking your little skirt up, squeezing your soft skin between his fingers. "This slutty little skirt... You have no idea what it does to me", he groaned in between kisses, and you moaned, sucking his bottom lip into your mouth greedily. You grounded your hips, grinding against his hard, covered cock ⯠he hissed, tugging on your hair roughly, forcing you to arch your back.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry⯠Just need you s'bad", you cried, fighting with the buttons of his shirt, nipping at the skin of his jaw lightly.
"I don't think sorry is enough. Show me how 'sorry' you truly are", he demanded, spanking your left ass cheek roughly. You squealed, understanding what he wanted immediately ⯠after pushing the shirt off his shoulders, you leaned in to press wet, open-mouthed kisses all over his chest, pushing him to rest against the pillows comfortably.
"Take this off", Charlie pointed towards your top, and you obeyed, playful smirk playing on your lips as your chest was now exposed to the cold air and Charlie's hard gaze. He bit his lip, eyeing you up and down as if he couldn't get enough.
You shifted on his lap, straddling his thighs now to undo his belt. You took his pants and boxers off in one, swift movement ⯠your eyes widened at the size of him; no matter how many times you had sex with Charlie, getting used to his size was nearly impossible.
"You're so fucking hot, daddy", you groaned, your mouth already watering, throwing his clothes on the floor mindlessly. Charlie moved to rest his head against the headboard as you slipped in between his strong thighs, caressing his skin softly. "A fucking work of art".
An idea popped in Charlie's head; with a mischievous smile he positioned you so that you could straddle his thigh ⯠a breathless moan left your mouth when he flexed his muscles purposely, granting friction to your clothed pussy.
You leaned down to press your lips against his collarbone, sucking his soft skin in between your mouth, slightly lightheaded at the smell of his strong cologne. "Taste and smell so fucking good, daddy", unable to stop yourself, you grinded your hips back and forth experimentally, your wetness practically soaking through your panties.
"Fuck, yes, ride my fucking thigh. Make yourself feel good", he groaned, undoing his tie swiftly, much to your surprise. You wrapped your hands around his cock, unable to resist, beginning to stroke him slowly.
He let you think you had all the control for a moment ⯠before wrapping his tie around your neck tightly, cutting your airflow yet again.
You gasped, grounding yourself against his thigh harder ⯠Charlie was kind enough to flex his muscles under you, granting you even more friction.
"Fucking whore", he spat, tugging at the tie to press you flush against his chest ⯠his head fell back against the headboard when you swiped your thumb against his tip, soft groan leaving his mouth. "You like it when I choke you with my tie? You like riding my thigh like a pathetic little bitch?".
He knew you wouldn't reply, due to his tie still around your neck ⯠instead you panted wildly, nodding your head as much as you could, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. Charlie run a hand through his hair, messing it up in the process, and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your climax.
He loosened the tie just slightly ⯠letting you breathe as your hips rutted against his thigh, breathing against his collarbone loudly, feeling as if you were going to faint.
"Are you really about to cum in your panties just from humping my thigh? Are you really that desperate?", he laughed, grabbing your hips tightly, forcing you to stop your movements ⯠much to your dismay.
"Fuck, daddy, please, I needâŻ", your voice died in your throat when you felt a harsh slap on the back of your thigh.
"Shut the fuck up. You think you're the one in control? You're gonna cum when I tell you can", he groaned, pushing you off body, and his eyes told you everything you needed to know ⯠you positioned himself in between his legs, beginning to stroke his dick yet again.
Charlie needed more, though ⯠he tugged on your hair roughly, forcing his cock into your mouth in one, swift movement. Both of your hands flew to his thighs for balance as you felt him hit the back of your throat.
"Yeah, just like that", Charlie cooed when you met his gaze, your eyes watery as you tried your best to breathe through your nose. "'S all you're good for, right? Taking my dick in your pretty little mouth?", you tried to nod, but it was nearly impossible when his hand was on your head, guiding your movements harshly. You swirled your tongue around his tip, humming at the taste of his pre-cum in your mouth . He let you take the lead and you bobbed your head, swallowing around him every now and then. Charlie was so thick and long, but he had trained you well ⯠you were able to take almost all of him into your mouth, his low groans encouraging you to keep going. "Fuck, yes", Charlie met your eyes, his hips beginning to piston upward, setting the rhythm.
He watched the way spit and his pre-cum spilled from your mouth, how tears run down your cheeks and most importantly ⯠how lust clouded your eyes, and how you moaned around his cock every time he filled your mouth fully. Your tongue pressed against the pulsing vein on the underside of his cock, and Charlie's face twisted in pleasure, his movements becoming sloppy as he fucked your mouth with no hesitation.
He tugged on your hair again, forcing you off his twitching cock in one, swift movement. A string of saliva connected your mouth to his soaked cock as he got on his knees, pressing on your back to create a perfect arch. You kept your mouth occupied, sucking his balls sloppily, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. Charlie stroked himself slowly, shameless groans leaving his mouth; his other hand reached to pull your soaked panties to the side. You whined, pulling away to catch your breath, pressing your face against his thigh when his fingers twirled around your clit.
"So fucking wet", Charlie grinned when he caught your gaze, tongue swiping against his lips at the sight. Your makeup was ruined and you looked completely cock drunk ⯠and he barely even started.
He thrusted into his hand roughly, and you couldn't stop yourself from taking his tip into your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks purposely.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head when you felt two of Charlie's fingers enter you slowly, teasingly, savouring the way you clenched around them. "Oh my God, please", you cried, unable to keep up your movements; instead you sticked your tongue out, letting Charlie hit his tip against it harshly. "Good girl, just like that, let me see your tongue. I'm gonna cum", he warned, jerking himself off swiftly; his fingers left your heat instantly as he tugged on your hair instead.
"Yes, please", is all you could let out, looking up at him with pleading eyes, and that seemed to be his last straw.
With a strangled grunt, he came all over your tongue, his head falling back in ecstasy. The warmness of his cum and the sting on your scalp made you moan, small smile playing on your lips when he stroked himself slowly, riding out his orgasm.
"Swallow". He didn't even have to say it, he knew you'd do it anyway ⯠and so you did, humming at the taste, swirling your tongue against his tip to make sure you got to taste every drop of his release.
"Please, fuck me, Charlie, I need you so bad", you cried ⯠all he did was smile playfully, pushing you down onto the bed swiftly.
His lips were on yours the second he slipped in between your legs, stroking your chest with his big hands, squeezing your breasts harshly. Charlie rolled his tongue against yours, and you digged your nails into his biceps, feeling a wave of warmth run down your spine at the feeling of his muscles clenching under your fingertips.
Charlie's cock swiped against your clit, once, twice, thrice ⯠the two of you moaned in unison, your lips barely touching now as you breathed into each other's mouth heavily. "Whose pussy is this?", he asked, pushing his tip inside you teasingly ⯠the stretch making you cry out in both pain and pleasure. Charlie's eyes snapped open, and so did yours, when he buried himself in you with one, swift movement. He gave you no time to adjust ⯠instead, he set a rough, demanding pace, hitting your cervix every time he bottomed out.
"Yo-Yours, daddy, oh-oh my God", you whined when he pinned your legs against the mattress, giving you no room to protest when he thrusted into you over and over again. "That's right, you love feeling daddy's cock so deep inside you? You fucking love it when I ruin you? You can barely fucking take it", he hissed, releasing one of your legs only to slap your left breast roughly.
You wrapped your leg around his waist, the slight change of angle making you see stars ⯠he was restless, his cross necklace swinging right above your face. The sight made you clench around him over and over again, and your eyes fell closed when the pleasure became too much.
And Charlie certainly didn't like that. For the third time that night, he slapped your cheek, more aggressively this time ⯠at which your eyes fell open, meeting his', dark and dangerous right above you. "Keep those pretty eyes on me if you want to cum", A filthy, open-mouthed smirk appeared on his face when he watched you struggle to follow his order. He fondled your breasts, squeezing your soft flesh between his fingers almost lovingly ⯠a sharp contrast to his rough and deep thrusts.
Your hips rose off the mattress as you grinded against him, feeling his pelvis press against your clit with every harsh withdraw of his hips. "Daddy, I'm⯠Fuck! Please, let me cum, I need it so bad", you begged, not sure if you'd be able to hold it even if he told you to ⯠but, luckily, Charlie was feeling generous for once.
"Soak daddy's cock, baby. Let me feel you", he cooed, and you let go immediately, the sound of his raspy and low voice combined with a particularly hard snap of his hips had you squirting around him in an instant. Charlie groaned, pressing his lips against your harshly, squeezing your leg and breast painfully hard. He wasn't able to control himself, not when he felt you gushing around him ⯠he pressed his hips tightly against yours, ropes of his cum filling your womb as you moaned in each others mouths.
Charlie fell against you, nearly crushing you with his weight ⯠yet you found comfort in the warmness of his body against yours, the occasional twitch of his cock inside you making you breathe heavily against his neck.
"Well, it looks like I need to send you pictures in this skirt more often", you joked after a few minutes, and Charlie lifted his head off your chest instantly.
"Don't you dare".
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18+ / mdi
content: loser!jeonghan, teasing, afab reader, smut, grinding, penetrative sex, etc.
part 1, part 2
wc: 1545
a/n: its so hard to find pictures of him with long hair AND glasses so u guys will have to get creative with these pictures.
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after that first time with jeonghan, you'd sadly been unable to see him again in over two weeks.
it's not that you didn't try. life simply kept you away from him for unknown reasons. maybe the higher powers knew you'd break him if you got too much of him all at once. who knows.
when you were finally able to schedule another meeting with the pretty boy, you were ecstatic. maybe you even went out of your way, grooming yourself to perfection in the shower and even buying some cute underwear for him to see when you finally got your way with him again.
the plan was for him to stop by your apartment at 8pm. there was no use in calling him in in the morning knowing what your true intentions with him were. his texts had perfectly communicated his nerves, so you were pretty sure he had a good idea of what would go down tonight rather than studying.
you made sure to pretty yourself up, but without going too overboard. lingerie would probably be too much, so you opted for some simple lace under some skimpy pjs as you waited for the clock to hit 8. but time really could not go any slower.
when 7:58pm hit, you decided to go wait by the door, knowing the cutie would likely want to arrive a little earlier. he was always the type to be seated in class before everyone else. it was an adorable habit, if you said so yourself.
proof of what a good boy he was.
just before it turned 8, you heard some murmurs coming from the other side of your door, leading you to inspect and see if jeonghan was standing on the other side of the door.
then a thought came across your mind.
maybe the cutie was waiting until after 8. perhaps he wanted to not seem desperate. god, so adorable.
"okay, fuck. calm down. it's just- it's just y/n. it's just studying ... yeah. studying," you heard him whisper to himself.
looking through the peephole, you spotted the long-haired boy taking deep breaths, hand coming up at a snail's speed to knock on your door before backing out. this went on a few times before you gave up and decided for open the door for yourself.
best to catch him off guard.
"o-oh! hi ..." he mumbled after the initial scare of your sudden appearance left him â his widened eyes behind his frames were the cutest thing!
"hannie! it's past 8. i thought you were more punctual than that?", you decided to tease him before pulling him into your place.
"ah, i- i'm sorry, i didn't-"
"i'm kidding, hannie. i'm just happy you're here," you grinned at him, "you know, for studying."
"haha, yes, right."
the poor boy awkwardly put down his backpack as you led him over to your couch, signaling for him to take a seat. even when you sat down, he remained standing, looking around awkwardly before letting his knees bend and taking a seat.
as he sat next to you, his hands remained on his knees and his posture was entirely too stiff. you didn't need to know anything about behavioral analysis to be able to tell he felt out of place. his entire demeanor was closed off and maybe even slightly scared.
this made you pout a bit. maybe you should help him out a bit?
scooting closer, your body faced his own. your hand came up to lay on one of his, making him jumo slightly at the sudden touch. the reaction was then followed by a tiny giggle from you and a shy chuckle from him.
"are you nervous? do i make you nervous," you asked in the sweetest manner you could.
he nodded, eyes glued to your connected hands.
"you don't need to be nervous, hannie. i just wanted to ... spend time with you. we had so much fun last time, didn't we?"
from where you sat, he looked like the prettiest thing you'd ever seen. you hoped he took the hint soon, because your resolve was breaking just from seeing that pretty nose and those wide, brown eyes.
"ye-yes," he cleared his throat, finally sneaking a glance at you.
you took a chance and scoot even closer, knees now knocking.
"i was thinking maybe we could just unwind a little bit before we get to the studying. what do you think?" your tone was clear in what you were hinting at. and jeonghan was smart enough to catch onto this, nerves or not.
he'd known since the moment you set up the meeting, but you couldn't blame the poor shy thing if he thought you had been literal in your usage of the word studying.
once again, he hesitated before nodding, gulping when you bit your lip in excitement at his confirmation.
god, you were going to have so much fun with him.
~
"oh, fuck, p-please, i- i'll do anything just, o-oh, fuck, yesyesyes."
"ever felt pussy before, hannie?" you sighed as you let yourself lower onto him, attempting to remain unaffected by the feeling.
you'd been teasing him for a bit, making out with him as you ground down onto his hardness (which, it seemed like he'd been hard since he walked through the door) up until you grew too antsy, opting to rid you both of your clothes so you could feel his skin. that was when the teasing really began, though, as you grabbed onto his cock and ran his tip against your clit, knowing the slick stimulation would have him whining.
that went on for a few minutes (spent by him begging and pleading for you to let him feel you) until this moment.
but nothing couldve prepared you for how fucking good he'd feel once inside you.
you'd already been pulsing at the mere sight of him, but to get him to fill you up? while he cried out and dug his fingers onto the skin of your hips? that was everything and more.
"nnngh, i- n-no, never," he managed between hiccuped gasps â and you hadn't even moved an inch since enveloping him.
"good. this is the only one you will ever feel," you werent sure if that was a threat or a promise, but either one worked.
you began moving then, taking turns between grinding deliciously against him for you down gratification, and bouncing so his eyes could roll further back into his head. both were enjoyable for you and life-ruining for jeonghan.
"f-feel so good, oh, god, fuck, yes!"
"don't stop, oh, please please please, don't stop ..."
"a-again, please! o-oh, that's it, that's- oh, god, yes ..."
he was way more talkative now that he was buried in pussy, his voice going an octave higher as he whined and cried at you, never-ending encouragement leaving his lips. his entire demeanor was breaking you down. you felt a sick gratification from breaking him to an even bigger stammering mess than he was on a regular basis.
you were so close, so near your end that his own orgasm caught you off guard. but you took advantage, tightening around him as your hand went down to toy at your clit, knowing you could get yourself there by the mere look of utter bliss displayed on the angelic features of the boy below you.
the image of jeonghan as he let pleasure take him an toy with him as it pleased was one of the prettiest sights you'd ever seen. this would surely become a visual to revisit time and time again any time you found yourself lonely at night.
endless pretty sighs left his lips as his eyes became wet with tears. he looked almost pained, but the constant mumbles of gratitude and praise told a different story.
your orgasm took the backseat as you allowed yourself to thoroughly enjoy the former virgin be defiled for the first time. you'd never had a virgin before, but now you knew this would be the one and only exception. nothing would ever live up to the angel boy you'd somehow gotten into your bed, nor would you be able to not bring him back again and again.
"i ... thank you," he mumbled after a few moments of silence when his orgasm had subsided.
you couldn't blame him. not when the feeling had taken over his entire body in the way it did. him thanking you was just the cutest thing.
with a hand on his cheek, you caressed the skin, thumb swiping at the wetness under his eye before leaning down to give him a sweet kiss on the lips.
"thank you, angel. i had so much fun," you couldn't help giggling.
he gulped up at you, taking a breath before speaking up again.
"do you, uh, do you think we could .. we could do this again sometime? i, uh, i really- i just-"
"oh, hannie," you interrupted him, somehow invading his personal space even more by pressing kisses to his chest, "we'll be doing this again, don't you worry. you're mine now."
his reaction expressed both fear and relief, but the cock still inside you gave you a way more satisfactory reaction, inspiring you into continuing to defile the boy late into the 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 areâŚ,â she commanded, a second finger sliding inside your pants â,âŚfor 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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@TacklerCulers: The Chaotic Teen Serie pt. 1
fcb femenĂ x chaoticteen!reader (first fic, be gentle with me pls i'm embarassed, also, i have no idea why i wrote that.)
17yo La Masia defender gets promoted to the first team. Will you be able to keep your fcb femenĂ fan account hidden while slowly making your place in the team with your idols?
While you had the tendency to be known as a cheeky chaotic teen, you currently felt anxious and shaky. You had spent three years working you ass off to be recognized in the La Masia training academy, it had paid off, since you were on the way to your first training with the senior team.
You're walking to the stadium when you feel your phone buzzing in your back pocket. You picked it up, smiling at the Mapi León wallpaper you had chosen weeks ago. You knew the pings had something to do with the meme you posted on your fan account, @TacklerCulers this morning.
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tacklersculers: Ona and The Flash have never been witnessed at the same place at the same time, just saying.
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Like you thought, the meme was doing well, attracting multiples thousands likes from other woso fans. You couldn't help but giggle at the fact that today, you'd get to meet all of the barça squad. No, it was more than that, today, you'd get to become their teammates.
You were so excited when you had made it on the training pitch, you were the first aside from some of the training staff that you had greeted. You picked up a ball and started juggling, trying to get yourself in the flow. Except this is when you had spotted them walking to you.
Alexia, the captain of the best team in the world, and Mapi Leon, the arm-tape icon âand arguably your favorite player of all timeâsmiling brightly at you. You were so focused on them that you kicked the ball straight to your shin. Smooth.
"Doing good, rookie?" The defender had asked you with an amused look. Though her smile faded away when Alexia elbowed her in the ribs, frowning.
The sound you had made to answer was something between a hurried yes and a cat screeching. So you nodded profusely, not trusting your voice to not betray you again.
"Don't listen to her cariĂąo," the blond had said softly, her hand on your shoulder, and at that moment you swore you could die, your life was complete.
"Big day today, sĂ?" the capitain added, dragging you toward the group of players who had started arriving.
You hoped you'd be able to find you voice again soon, otherwise today would only be a long and embarrassing day.
You waved to some of the players, high fiving Patri who seemed very happy to see a fellow La Masia made kid. You couldn't help but be star struck, looking around you you saw Irene Paredes. Wall of the team. And Ingrid Engen? Technically midfield goddess but honorary defender in your books. Really what would have the team done last season without her? You couldn't help but chuckle a bit seeing Ona, remember your meme from this morning, though you tried (and failed) to hide your laugh as a cough.
But then training started, and you were definitely better at football than introducing yourself, so you gave your all. You had warmed up with Ingrid, not like Mapi didn't try to get to you before but the Norwegian had dragged you with her, leaving the Spaniard pouting. You were definitely glad for Ingrid right now, you were sure if you had had to play with your idol right away, you would have somehow tripped on your own feet.
After the warm up, the real work started. You had been doing well, holding your own as much as you could against them, trying to time your tackles well, finding your grooves in your passes. You were playing a five-a-side when the incident happened. At some point, you had tried to nutmeg Alexia on a spur of the moment thing, and had blushed furiously when you had inevitably failed âleaving only Gemma to defend the goal. Which in itself was embarrassing enough, but you had recovered quickly, decided on fixing things, you had ran for your life, and somehow managed to kick the ball away from the goal line when Alexia took her shot.
Problem?
It has landed straight on Ingrid's back, hitting her at full strength.
Ingrid stumbled forward, gasping, and Mapi who was right next to her burst out laughing. You ran to them, mortified, half screaming a busted apology.
"Already trying to get rid of me?" The dark haired woman said, chuckling while rubbing her back.
You screamed, trying to defend yourself while slightly panicking. "What?! No. Ingrid I'm so sorry, it's the ball, I didn't-" you stopped yoursel.
It's the ball? Seriously?
Ingrid raised an eyebrow at you while her girlfriend was practically rolling on the grass from laughing too much.
"I think the ball did exactly what you wanted, little devil." the Norwegian had said smirking, leaving you audibly gasping.
"I- What?" You stumbled on your words "I'm an angel I would never willingly hurt another defender!" you added, gesturing.
Mapi, who was still holding onto her belly from how much she was laughing interrupted, "An Angel? You just tried to murder Ingrid with a football.â
You whined your disagreement, unaware that most of the team had stopped their training to watch you three arguing on the sideline, most with a smile on their lips. You heard Pina laughing in the background, saying something along the lines of you perfectly fitting in already. Alexia had made her way to you. Her voice surprised you when she spoke teasingly, "Would that mean that you'd willingly hurt someone who's not a defender?" You could see on the blonde faces that it was meant as a joke. You watched, half amused half desperate, as the three women burst out laughing at the face you made.
Thankfully for you, the Norwegian did not seem to hold a grudge for the way you had attacked her with the football, leaving the training session to continue.
It was the end of the day and you were making your way to the locker room when Mapi had ran to you. She ruffled your hair, putting her arm around your shoulder when she was satisfied, "You did good today kid, looks like you might have a nice future ahead of you."
Your mouth fell open, before you started scrambling to say thank you. You just couldn't believe Mapi of all people was the one to compliment you. All the team had welcomed you with open arms, pulling you in conversation, praising you when you did well, giving you tips when you were struggling. You always knew they were good people, but witnessing it first hand was leaving you a bit emotional.
You guessed your starstruck eyes were obvious when Frido, who was passing you to sit at her locker said, "Well, no need to ask who your favourite player is, uh?" You felt your body shrink in your seat and went straight back to blushing as the team giggled. After the first moment of embarrassment, you laughed with them.
You had behave fairly well, until you were presented with the perfect opportunity by Irene, feeling like the team had a good vibe, you decided to show a bit of mischief.
"So," Irene asked curiously, "what made you decide to be a defender?"
You froze for a second, your filter failing you, before smirking. "Because defenders are the hottest."
You saw Mapi nearly choke on her water while the whole team burst out laughing. And suddenly you felt very proud of yourself. You laughed with them while kicking away your cleats.
The tattooed Spaniard had recovered from her cough, tears in her eyes, "You're a cheeky thing, aren't you?"
You smiled, wiggling your eyebrows, "I mean⌠am I wrong?"
"No lies detected," Ingrid chimed in with a wink, making everyone laugh harder.
You leaned back into your locker, not believing how well you were going along with the team. That's when you saw Aitana giggling and grabbing Ona by the sleeve. "Look! Someone edited you on a The Flash meme!"
Uh oh.
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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 two | part three | part four
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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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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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âAnd itâs Oscar Piastri who crosses the finish line first, making this his third career win!â
Fuck off. He won. And you werenât even mad.
Ted looked at you with a smirk. âNot needing a date for the ceremony then?â
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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
ââŚFine.â
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