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Scales and Arpeggios
pairing | aemond x wife!reader word count | 4.3k words summary | aemond and his wife share tender moments with their children, engaging in music lessons that bring warmth and joy to their family amidst the shadows of the dance of dragons.
note | slight angst, hotd au (greens win), KING AEMOND, toothrotting fluffff, children, no description of reader, fluffy Aemond, soft aemond, pregnant!reader a/n | aristocats inspired (duchess and her kittens), I thought of this this morning. I really needed this fluff after all my negative thoughts and feelings. also don't worry, I have all my requests in the making, and in my draft's - prepare for the angst and feels.
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Aemond was tired.
Day upon day, his life was mired in endless council meetings, audiences with quarrelsome lords, and grievances of the peasantry, all in the name of healing a realm ravaged by war.
It had been two years since the Dance of the Dragons had torn through the land, yet the scars remained, as fresh as the charred ruins left in the dragonsâ wake.
And here he was, King of the Seven Kingdomsâbut at what bitter cost. He had bested Daemon in the fierce clash over the Godâs Eye, and his half-sister, the self-styled Queen, had been devoured by her own madness.
She met her end as Sunfyre tore her asunder upon Aegonâs command. Not long after, Aegon himself succumbed to his wounds, leaving the crown a hollow prize.
Aemond had defeated the Blacks. The traitors were vanquished, their cause snuffed out. But his family had been taken in the fires of war. Jaehaerys murdered; young Maelor torn apart; Daeron slain.
Helaena, dear Helaena, had taken her own life. And AegonâAegon had burned away with his dragon, his defiance crumbling under the agony of his wounds.
All that remained of his bloodline were fleeting shadows of memory and ashes of kin. Only his wife, the woman bound to him since he was but fourteen, remained steadfast.
Through the dark days of the war, you had been his only constant, his sole source of solace. In the end, that was all he had left: his bride, his son Aeron, his niece Jaehaera, and his mother, Queen Alicent, who clung to life with a frail resilience.
It was his wife, too, who had stayed his hand when he considered the fates of Daemonâs daughters. You had urged him to spare the lives of Baela and Rhaena, allowing them sanctuary with their sole surviving brother, Aegon the Younger, now far away in Driftmark.
And yet, his mother had been torn asunder by grief, the madness that followed the loss of three of her children consuming her like a wildfire. Just months ago, Alicent had succumbed to the cruel grip of Winter Fever, and with her passing, the warmth of their family had dimmed further.
He blamed himself, for in his fervor to protect his ownâthe children he adored and his beloved wifeâhe had allowed himself to be blind to his motherâs decline. Each day, he devoted himself to the care and nurturing of Aeron and Daenys, ensuring Jaehaera felt the presence of family, while the ever-looming responsibilities of the crown overshadowed his duties as a son.
Now, he barely caught glimpses of the life that remained. He would rise in the early hours, the dawn light casting a soft glow upon his wifeâs sleeping form, a fleeting moment of peace before he was swept away by the relentless tide of royal obligations.
In the fleeting minutes before he departed for court, he could only admire the serene lines of your face, knowing that the day would steal him from your side again.
The children were no better; brief encounters in the corridors felt like whispers of a past he could hardly grasp. Aeron would be playing with his toys, and Daenys might be crawling after the palace cats, laughter echoing softly in the halls, but those joyful sounds seemed distant, muffled by the duties that consumed him.
But on this day, a flicker of fortune shone upon him; he had managed to complete his duties earlier than usual. Typically, he toiled long into the night, only to return to the warmth of their chambers when all were asleep. Though it was after supper, a glimmer of hope sparked within him that perhaps he could still find them, to grasp those precious moments he had so dearly missed.
Through the dimly lit corridors of the Red Keep, the young Prince Aeron and Princess Jaehaera raced, their laughter echoing against the cold stone walls as they hurried toward the music lesson that awaited them. The air was filled with the thrill of their spirited competition, each eager to claim the title of first to arrive.
As they rounded a corner, Jaehaera noticed Aeron pulling ahead, determination etched across his small face. In a quick, daring move, she reached out and tugged at his tunic, managing to pull him back just enough to dart ahead. âMe first!â she shouted, her voice ringing with triumph.
Not to be outdone, Aeron swiftly grabbed hold of her arm, attempting to halt her advance. âAnd why should you be first?â he challenged.
Jaehaera strained against his grip, lifting her chin defiantly as she met his gaze. âBecause I am the future queen, thatâs why!â she declared, her voice bold and unwavering.
With that, she broke free, dashing down the corridor, but Aeron was quick on her heels, bumping her to the side in a playful shove that almost sent her sprawling against the wall. âYouâre not a queen! Youâre nothing but my cousin!â he yelled.
Jaehaera shot him a fierce glare, her brows knitting together. âIâll show you if Iâm a queen or not,â she murmured under her breath, determination simmering in her tone as they neared the door to the music room.
In a last-ditch effort to claim victory, Jaehaera pushed Aeron aside just as they reached the threshold. He stumbled slightly but quickly regained his footing, throwing a frown her way. âFight fair, Jae!â
Without missing a beat, she rolled her eyes and slipped into the room, only to be met with an unexpected shove from Aeron as he followed closely behind. He hadnât meant to, but the force sent Jaehaera tumbling to the ground with a hard thud that echoed in the hall.
She shot him a fierce glare, her lips forming a pout as she rubbed her side. âNow that hurt!â she exclaimed, the hint of a whine creeping into her voice.
âAunty! Aunty!â she called out, her tone shifting to one of urgency.
Moments later, you entered the room, carrying Daenys on your hip. A mixture of sternness and affection danced on your face as you regarded the two children. âJaehaera, my darling, Jaehaera,â you said, your voice firm but softening with a smile. âYou must stop that; it is really not ladylike.â
Your gaze shifted to Aeron, your tone turning slightly admonishing. âAnd you, Aeron, such behavior is most unbecoming of a lovely gentleman.â
Aeronâs cheeks flushed, and he scowled at Jaehaera, ready to defend himself. âWell, she started it,â he retorted, crossing his arms defiantly.
Jaehaera, unfazed, lifted her chin in a gesture of regal disdain, pointedly turning her gaze away from him. âQueens do not start fights,â she declared, her voice dripping with authority. Then, with a scrunch of her nose, she added, âBut they can finish them.â
Aeron rolled his eyes dramatically at Jaehaera, sticking out his tongue in mockery, but the jest was short-lived as he heard his motherâs voice call out from across the room. âNow, Aeron, donât be rude,â you scolded, your tone firm but laced with affection.
He turned to you, flashing an innocent smile, his eyes wide with feigned innocence. âWe were just practicing fighting and pushing,â he replied, his words punctuated by an exaggerated shrug that only added to the mischief of the moment.
You felt a jolt of discomfort at his words, a wave of haunting memories crashing over you. The echoes of past conflicts flickered in your mindâbattles fought and lives lost, the heavy price of such lessons. âTargaryens do not practice fighting and pushing and things like that,â you replied, your voice low, the irony of your own words hanging heavily in the air. âIt is just horrible.â
With a determined effort, you sought to redirect the conversation and lighten the mood. âNow,â you began, your expression softening as you turned your gaze to Daenys, nestled in your arms, her tiny form clearly on the brink of sleep.
You smiled adoringly at her, a sense of calm washing over you as you looked back at Jaehaera and Aeron. âWhy donât you two head over to the piano, and letâs begin our lesson?â
âYes, Aunty!â Jaehaera chirped, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as she practically danced toward the instrument, subtly shouldering Aeron aside.
Aeron glared at Jaehaera, his indignation flaring up momentarily, but he quickly turned to you with a soft nod. âYes, Mama,â he replied.
âItâs time to practice your scales and your arpeggios,â you encouraged, as you moved toward the piano. You settled onto the chaise beside it, Daenys resting her head comfortably against your shoulder, her eyes half-closed as she watched her brother and cousin with a sleepy fascination.
Jaehaera stood poised beside the grand piano, her back straight and shoulders squared, a picture of determination. She cleared her throat, the sound echoing softly in the air, and waited expectantly for Aeron to begin.
However, she cast him a pointed glare as he took his sweet time, leisurely warming up his hands as if the lesson were no pressing matter.
Finally, after an impatient moment, Jaehaera announced, âIâm ready, Maestro,â her voice ringing with a blend of authority and hautiness.
Aeron shot her a sideways glance, his mischievous grin returning as he subtly shifted his foot and stomped down hard onto Jaehaeraâs, eliciting a sharp squeak from her.
âAunty, he did it again!â she exclaimed, turning her wide eyes toward you, indignation clear in her voice.
Aeron, unfazed, looked away, propping his chin on his hand with an exaggerated air of nonchalance. âTattletale,â he whispered in response.
You carefully rubbed Daenys' back, the gentle motion soothing your daughter. Your patience was unwavering, as you said, âNow, Aeron, please, darling, settle down and play me your pretty little song.â Your voice was calm, and your tone both firm and nurturing.
With a resigned sigh, Aeron nodded, his playful demeanor shifting as he positioned himself at the piano. âYes, Mama,â he murmured, fingers poised above the keys. As he began to play, the room filled with the soft, melodic strains of his music.
Aemond was at a loss, frustration tightening his chest as he searched the sprawling halls of the Red Keep for you. He had scoured your shared chambers, his personal solar, and the childrenâs bedrooms, but you were nowhere to be found.
The sinking feeling in his gut only grew as he realized he needed assistance, and at last, he sought out one of the guards stationed nearby.
The guard cleared his throat and straightened slightly, sensing the princeâs impatience. âAt Her Grace's music lessons, sire,â he replied, his tone respectful.
âMusic lessons?â Aemond murmured to himself, brow furrowing in confusion. He had not realized such an event was taking place, nor had he been informed of it.
Without another moment's hesitation, he rushed in the direction indicated, making his way down a seldom-used wing of the castle, its walls lined with faded tapestries and the whispers of history.
As he drew closer, he heard the unmistakable sound of a piano, its notes cascading through the air like a gentle stream, drawing him forward.
Coming closer to the door, he opened it quietly before he peeked his head inside, his heart melting at the sight as he heard Jaehaera's voice.
"Do mi sol do do sol mi do," the girl of six summers sang, her voice young and somewhat pitchy as she sang confidently, "Every truly cultured music student knows. You must learn your scales and your arpeggios Finger music ringing from your chest And not your nose. While you sing your scales and your arpeggios"
Aemond stood just beyond the doorway, a swell of pride filling his chest as he watched his five-year-old son, Aeron, seated at the piano. The boyâs fingers danced across the keys with a mixture of enthusiasm and concentration, his small face lit with determination.
To Aemondâs surprise, Aeron broke into song as well, his voice sweet yet tinged with the tremor of youth. âIf youâre faithful to your daily practicing, you will find your progress is encouraging,â he sang, each note imbued with his budding confidence.
Beside him, Jaehaera stood, arms crossed and a hint of exasperation in her eyes as she rolled them subtly at Aeronâs exuberance. Aeron continued, his voice growing bolder yet still wavering, âDo mi sol me do, mi sol me fa la sol, it goes. When you do your scales and your arpeggios.â
Jaehaera lifted her voice to sing her part again, âDo mi so do,â but she was abruptly cut off by Aeron, who had become overly enthusiastic at the piano, his fingers now racing across the keys with fervor.
âDo mi sol do, do sol mi do,â you chimed in, your voice ethereal and melodic, casting a gentle spell over the room. Aemond found his gaze drawn to you, the light catching your features as you sang alongside the children.
Jaehaera quickly fell in with you, her voice harmonizing beautifully, âDo mi sol do, do sol mi do. Though at first it seems as though it doesnât show, like a tree, ability will bloom and grow.â
In your arms, Daenys, who had previously been drifting off to sleep, now sat wide awake, her bright eyes filled with wonder as she attempted to mimic the words you and Jaehaera sang. Her babbling intermingled with the melody.
The three of you continued in unison, your voices intertwining, âIf youâre smart, youâll learn by heart what every artist knows. You must sing your scales.....and your arpeggios.â
Aemond leaned against the doorframe, a small smile gracing his lips as he took in the delightful scene unfolding before him. The flickering light of the candles cast a warm glow across the room, illuminating the joy radiating from his children.
Aeron beamed at you, his face aglow with pride as the final notes of the song faded into the air. âHow was that, Mama?â he asked, his bright eyes shining with eager anticipation.
You turned to him, your heart swelling with affection. âAbsolutely wonderful, my love,â you replied, your voice laced with warmth and encouragement. Just as you opened your mouth to add more praise, a small, excited voice broke through the moment.
âKÄpa! KÄpa!â Daenys cried out, her tiny hands clapping together in delight, her wide lilac eyes fixed on the door where Aemond stood.
All three of you turned your attention toward the threshold, and Aemond couldnât help but feel a slight flush of warmth at the sight of his little girlâs enthusiasm. He stood there, somewhat awkwardly.
âDo you wish to join us, my king?â you teased gently, a playful amusement dancing in your tone as you gestured for him to enter.
Aemond gave you a small smile before striding into the room, the familiar weight of his crown momentarily forgotten in the presence of his family.
Daenys, her cherubic face lighting up with excitement, eagerly raised her arms toward him, and he scooped her up effortlessly from your embrace, her giggles filling the air. âI was not aware there were music lessons in the first place,â he remarked, an amused glimmer in his eye.
âMerely for the childrenâs entertainment, I assure you,â you replied softly, your heart warmed by the sight of your husband.
Aemond shot you a skeptical glance, an eyebrow arching slightly as he nodded. âOh, I am sure,â he replied, a hint of teasing lacing his tone.
âFather, did you see how I played?â Aeron asked eagerly, his small hands still resting on the piano keys, a bright grin spreading across his face.
âYes, I did,â Aemond said, his expression softening as he smiled down at his son. âMuch better than any bard Iâve heard.â The pride in his voice was unmistakable, and Aeron beamed at the praise.
âAnd did you see how I sang, uncle?â Jaehaera chimed in, her voice a melodic chime that danced through the air like the notes of the piano.
âYes, of course,â Aemond replied, nodding with genuine admiration. âOne day, you might even come to rival the Queenâs voice.â The compliment brought a bright flush to Jaehaera's cheeks, her eyes sparkling with delight.
âSheâll be even better than me,â you murmured, a soft smile gracing your lips as you watched the exchange unfold.
As the children chattered excitedly, desperate for their King's attention, your gaze drifted to the doorway, where you spotted your maid, Emery, standing patiently, signaling that it was time for bed.
You cleared your throat gently, drawing the children's attention back to you. âChildren, itâs time to go to bed,â you announced softly, your voice laced with warmth yet firm.
Aeron turned to you, his wide eyes shimmering with innocence as he clasped his hands together in a pleading gesture. âDo we have to, Mama? Father just got here,â he implored, his lower lip jutting out in a way that made your heart ache.
You sighed, feeling your resolve weaken under the weight of his pleas. However, Aemond came to your rescue, his hand affectionately ruffling Aeronâs fluffy silver hair. âAnd Iâll come say goodnight once you are in bed, little king,â he promised, his voice soothing and reassuring.
You tilted your head toward the door, giving a gentle nudge. âEmery is waiting for you,â you murmured, the soft authority in your tone guiding them toward the inevitable.
Disappointment flickered in both Jaehaeraâs and Aeronâs eyes, yet they nodded reluctantly. Jaehaera approached your side and planted a tender kiss on your cheek, her small frame radiating warmth as she bid you goodnight.
Following her lead, Aeron hurried to do the same, his kiss lingering a moment longer before he bent down to press his lips against your swelling stomach, his sweet gesture eliciting a smile from you.
Aemond, observing the tender moment, passed baby Daenys into your arms. She giggled excitedly, her laughter a delightful sound as you smothered her with kisses, before you handed Daenys to Emery, who was prepared to lead the children out.
As the soft patter of little feet faded down the corridor, the lively laughter and chatter of the children ebbed away, leaving you and Aemond cocooned in the warm embrace of the cozy chamber.
A serene silence enveloped the two of you, a precious moment amidst the storm of duties and the remnants of grief that lingered in the air.
âHello, husband,â you greeted softly, your voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to shatter the comfortable stillness that settled between you.
âHello, wife,â Aemond murmured in return, his tone low and warm as he lowered himself onto the piano bench beside you.
With a gentle grace, he let his hand drift over the piano keys, pausing just short of touching them. It was a silent acknowledgment of his lack of skill, yet he seemed fascinated by the instrument nonetheless.
You watched him, the lines of his face illuminated by the soft glow of the chamber, and felt a pang of affection.
âI apologize for not informing you about the lessons,â you said, your voice steady yet filled with sincerity.
âTis alright,â he replied, though his gaze remained fixed away from you, a flicker of concern shadowing his features. âWhen did it begin?â
âThe day of your motherâs funeral,â you replied gently, choosing your words with care. âYour duties had taken you away, and Aeron and Jaehaera were feeling very down. I thought music might lift their spirits, and it has. Jaehaera even asked me to teach her to sing and play.â
At the mention of that day, Aemondâs expression shifted. Guilt washed over him, and memories flooded backâhis motherâs service at the Sept, the heavy atmosphere of sorrow, and how he had been swept away in the currents of his responsibilities, never given a moment to truly mourn.
He nodded thoughtfully, his voice barely above a whisper. âAeron seems particularly skilled.â
âHe is a very intelligent little boy,â you agreed, your eyes not leaving his as he continued to stare at the piano, lost in thought. âHe has an eagerness to learn that reminds me of you.â
Aemond chuckled softly, the sound breaking through the solemnity that hung in the air. âI fear he has far more talent than I ever did,â he said, a hint of pride seeping into his words. âBut Iâm glad to see them find joy in something so beautiful.â
âMusic has a way of healing,â you remarked, a wistful smile playing on your lips. âEspecially in times like these.â
He turned to face you fully, his piercing violet eye searching yours. âAnd what of you? How do you fare amidst the shadows of loss?â
You hesitated, feeling the weight of his concern. âI carry the grief, as we all do. But I find solace in our children. Their laughter reminds me of the light we can still find in our lives.â
Aemondâs gaze softened, and he reached for your hand, his fingers brushing over yours with an intimacy that sent warmth coursing through you. âYou are stronger than I,â he said earnestly. âI often wonder how you manage to bear the burdens we both carry.â
With a gentle squeeze of his hand, you replied, âWe bear them together, my king. That is what family is for.â
Aemond's brow furrowed slightly, and he murmured, âAeron... he shall be a better king than I.â His voice held a weight of expectation and uncertainty, a reflection of his own doubts.
You turned your gaze toward him, a hint of sadness flickering in your eyes as you stood and swiftly settled beside him on the bench.
Reaching out, you cupped his face in your hands, grounding him with your touch. âOnly because he shall learn from your mistakes. Every king should be better than the former.â
Aemond stared into your eyes, his heart swelling with gratitude. In truth, he had often wondered what he had done to deserve your steadfast presence. Memories washed over himâof the day he first met you when he was merely fourteen, a boy angry and hateful at the world.
He leaned his forehead against yours, finding solace in your warmth. âYou are very wise, my queen. You never lead me astray.â
âDestiny has its designs,â you replied softly, a small smile gracing your lips. âAnd I am merely fulfilling mine. To guide you, to stand by your side.â
He chuckled lightly, the sound a blend of affection and admiration. âEven when I do not deserve it?â
âEspecially then,â you countered, your tone playful yet sincere. âEvery king needs a queen to keep him grounded, to remind him of what truly matters.â
Aemond took a deep breath, the weight of the realm and his responsibilities momentarily lifted. âAnd what is that, my love?â
You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. âIt is love, loyalty, and the hope for a better tomorrow. The kind of future we want for our children.â
Aemond leaned back, a rare lightness settling in his chest for the first time in what felt like an age. He placed his hand over your round belly, feeling the warmth radiate from within. You tilted your head, an amused smile blossoming on your lips as you caught his gaze.
âAeron has taken to kissing my stomach,â you said, your tone playful. âHe believes that if he shows enough affection, it might persuade my body to grant him a brother. He claims it would make his chances of having a fair fight against the girls much better.â
Aemond chuckled, shaking his head in bemusement. Then, nodding toward the piano, he added, âTeach me. I may never reach the heights of Aeronâs talent, but perhaps I could aspire to match little Daenysâ skill.â
Your laughter chimed like music in the air, a sound that warmed his spirit. Aemond grinned at the absurdity of comparing his potential to that of his infant daughter. âVery well,â you said, your eyes sparkling with delight. âFirst, let us see what you can do.â
You guided him closer to the piano, instructing him to place his large, slender hands over yours on the keys. âFeel the movement,â you encouraged, your voice soft and patient. âItâs not merely about the notes; itâs about the rhythm and the heart behind them.â
Unbeknownst to you and Aemond, enveloped in your own intimate world, three pairs of curious eyes peered in from the slightly ajar door of the chamber. Jaehaera, Aeron, and little Daenys had quietly slipped away from their caretakers.
Jaehaera, though only six years of age, sighed wistfully as she watched her uncle and aunt. âHow romantic,â she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with a sense of longing.
She cradled baby Daenys in her arms, the infant unusually calm, her wide eyes reflecting the gentle glow of the room as she took in the scene of her mother and father together.
Aeron, standing beside Jaehaera, observed his parents intently, a thoughtful frown furrowing his brow. âDo you think our marriage will be like that?â he asked, glancing over at Jaehaera to gauge her reaction.
Jaehaera turned to him, her gaze sharp and serious, her little brows furrowing in determination. âIt has to, Aeron. It has to.â
âDo you think weâll be that happy?â he pressed, his youthful innocence shining through, even as the shadows of doubt crept into his mind.
She nodded vigorously, her long silver hair bouncing with the motion. âOf course! The king and queen love each other. If we love each other like they do, it will be just as wonderful.â
Aeron pondered her words, his gaze drifting back to the sight of you and Aemond, lost in your shared moment. âAnd what ifâŚâ he hesitated, searching for the right words. âWhat if things become difficult, like they do in the stories?â
Jaehaera frowned slightly, her youthful optimism momentarily faltering. âThen we fight for each other, just like they do,â she declared with conviction.
Aeron nodded, a small smile creeping onto his face. âI like that idea,â he said softly, his gaze drifting back to the happy scene of his mother and his father.
âWeâll make it the best story ever.â
[Jaehaera, Aeron, Daenys]
headcannonsss:
â aemond and reader end up having six children in total: aeron (18), daenys (15), mikael (13), jaemes (10), elaena (7) and aelora (4) + jaehaera (19)
â aeron and jaehaera marry
â daenys falls in love with aegon (rhaenyra's son)
â mikael comes out as gay
â jaemes and elaena marry
â aelora refuses to marry and part with her mother (sophie/donna relationship)
HOPE YOU ENJOYED!
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Pairing: Roman Reigns x Black F!Reader
Word Count: 2.8 (She A Big One đ)
Requested: I just want a fic of Roman whoâs obsessed with how thick his girlfriend is, maybe sheâs built kinda like Skai Jackson or even Trinity Fatu but he loves to hit and smack her ass, watch it move when they fuck, squeeze it when he walks by, I just want smut đ
Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Warnings: SMUT! Like Pure Smut .. Iâm Honestly Ashamed Of Myself đđ
A/n: I Honestly Wasnât Expecting This To Be As Long But Once I Get In My Zone, It Just Be Writingđ Hope You Guys Enjoy.
Roman couldn't keep his hands off of you. He was absolutely obsessed with your curvy figure, especially your ass. It was his favorite part of your body, a source of endless fascination and desire.
Whenever you were together, his hands were drawn to you like magnets, needing to touch, caress, and possess every inch of your soft flesh.
Almost every time you were around Roman your eyes sparkled with mischief, knowing the effect you had on him. You loved dressing up for him, choosing outfits that showcased your body, especially your generous curves. Tight dresses that hugged your hips and accentuated your waist were your signature style, driving Roman wild with desire.
The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm glow over the room as Roman returned home. He dropped his keys on the hall table with a clatter, kicking off his shoes and padding barefoot into the living room.
Upon entering , his smile widened at the sight that greeted him. You were curled up on the sofa, long legs tucked beneath you and a book forgotten in your lap as you looked up at him, eyes sparkling with affection.
Your hair tumbled over your shoulders, contrasting beautifully with the deep V-neck of the fluffy loungewear set you were wearing, which accentuated your cleavage.
There you are," he said, crossing the room in strides and pulling you to your feet for a kiss. "God, I've missed you."
"Mmm, I've missed you too." You moaned softly as your lips met, arms wrapping around his neck.
You wore no bra, and Roman could feel your breasts pressing against his chest, your nipples hardening at his touch.
As yâall kissed, he slid his hands down your back, savoring the soft feel of your skin, and then lower, grasping a handful of your ass. You giggled, breaking away from the kiss, your eyes sparkling with what could only be lust.
"Roman!" You chided playfully, swatting his hands away. "Behave yourself. I was just about to make some dinner."
"Oh, let me help with that," he said, his eyes never leaving your body as you started to walk past him towards the kitchen. He admired the way your hips swayed beneath your knitted shorts, the fabric hugging every curve.
"You know I love to watch you cook," he added, his voice dropping to a husky murmur as he followed you into the kitchen, pressing up against you from behind as you opened the fridge.
"Is that so?" You asked, a smile in your voice. "And here I thought you just liked to eat."
"Oh, I do," he said, nipping at your ear, his hands sliding up your stomach to cup your breasts. "I love to feast on every inch of you."
You gasped, breath catching in your throat as his thumbs brushed over your already sensitive nipples.
"Roman, we have food to make," you protested weakly, even as you leaned back against him, your head falling back to give him better access to your neck.
"Mmm, you taste as sweet as ever," he murmured, his lips trailing kisses down your throat as his hands continued their exploration.
One hand slipped lower, sliding between your legs, his fingers teasing at the damp fabric of your panties.
"Oh, God..." You moaned, your knees buckling slightly as his fingers found your clit, circling it gently. "Weâwe can't... Not yet..."
"Why not?" he asked, his breath hot against your ear, his fingers continuing their relentless torture. "I want you now, Yn. I need to feel you around me, those tight, wet walls squeezing me..."
"Roman, please..." You whimpered, one hand holding onto the fridge, the other clutching at his arms as your legs trembled.
You could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against you, and your body craved his, but you knew if yâall started now, you wouldn't make it to dinner.
With a final, teasing stroke, Roman relented, withdrawing his hand and stepping back, his eyes glittering with desire. "Fine," he said, his voice strained. "But we finish this later. I want you screaming my name, Yn."
You shivered at his words, a heady mix of excitement and anticipation coursing through you.
"I always do," you promised, eyes locking with his as you straightened your clothes.
Dinner was a relaxed affair, with soft music playing in the background and candles flickering on the table, casting a warm glow over your plates of pasta and glasses of red wine.
You both talked and laughed easily, sharing stories from your day as you enjoyed the simple pleasure of a home-cooked meal.
But despite the casual atmosphere, an undercurrent of tension and desire thrummed between you, an unspoken awareness of what was to come later that night.
Every so often, Roman's gaze would linger on your body, taking in the way your shirt dipped low to reveal a hint of cleavage, or the way your hair fell over your shoulders, concealing yet tantalizing.
And You, for your part, was equally aware of him, the way his eyes followed your every move, the way his broad shoulders filled out his shirt, and the way his strong, calloused hands moved as he ate and drank. You knew what those hands could do, the pleasure they could bring, and the thought made your core clench with need.
As you both finished your meal, Roman pushed back his chair with a scrape and stood, crossing to the kitchen to put away the dishes. You watched him move, your pulse quickening as you took in the way his jeans hugged his narrow hips and powerful thighs.
"Come here, Yn," he said, his voice low and commanding as he returned to the table, holding out a hand to you.
You rose from your chair, heart pounding, and placed your hand in his, feeling a spark of electricity as your fingers intertwined. He pulled you close, his free hand sliding down to cup your ass, pulling you against the hardness that was already growing insistent at his groin.
"I need you," he growled, his lips brushing your ear as he pressed himself against you. "Now."
You whimpered, your body melting against his, all thoughts of resistance forgotten, hands clutching the sides of his face, pulling his lips down to yours for a hungry kiss.
With a growl, Roman swept you up into his arms and carried you from the kitchen to your shared bedroom.
You laughed, a breathless, excited sound, as he kicked the bedroom door shut behind them and strode toward the bed, laying you down gently on the soft, rumpled sheets.
"God, you're beautiful," he murmured, his eyes devouring you as he loomed over you, his broad shoulders blocking out the light.
You reached up, tugging at his shirt, and he quickly pulled it over his head, revealing his muscular chest and arms, the light from the bedside lamp casting shadows over his defined abs.
"Mmm" was all you said, as your hands glided over his skin, marveling at the feel of him. "I love your body."
He smiled, a flash of white teeth in the dim light, and leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, even as his hands went to work, tugging at your clothes, eager to reveal and explore every inch of you.
He took a moment to appreciate your body, the sight made Roman's mouth go dry.
"You look incredible," Roman whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.
Soon, you were both naked, clothes discarded on the floor, mouths never leaving each other, hands desperate to touch and feel.
You moaned into his mouth as he pulled you against him, your bare skin sliding against his, nipples hardening as they brushed against his chest.
Roman broke the kiss, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your jaw and neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there as his hands roamed, squeezing and caressing your breasts, your hips, your thighs.
Roman's strong hands grasped your hips, pulling you impossibly closer. His fingers dug into your soft flesh, leaving momentary imprints on your skin.
"I love how you fill my hands," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "So fucking thick and soft."
You let out a soft moan, feeling his fingers gently squeezing and kneading your ass. He loved to play with it, feeling the plump cheeks yielding to his touch. He smacked your ass playfully, enjoying the way it jiggled with each strike.
"You like that, don't you?" You teased, kissing him passionately.
Roman's kisses were hungry, his tongue invading your mouth as his hands continued their exploration.
"Let me see it," he whispered, his voice thick with need. "Let me see that beautiful ass." Getting up off the bed.
You obliged, slowly turning around giving him a full view. You leaned forward slightly, resting your hands on the bed, offering him a perfect angle to admire your curves.
Roman's eyes traced the curve of your spine, down to the soft, round globes of your ass, now exposed and waiting for his touch.
Roman wasted no time, his hands cupping your cheeks, squeezing and spreading them apart. He admired the way your ass filled his hands, the plump flesh overflowing his grip. He delivered a sharp smack, leaving a red imprint on one cheek, then the other, watching as the skin bounced back with each strike.
"Oh, fuck, yes," You hissed, feeling a rush of pleasure and pain. "harder."
Roman obliged, his hand connecting with your ass repeatedly, leaving a mosaic of red handprints on your skin. You moaned loudly, your body trembling with each impact. He reached down, sliding his fingers under you, finding your wetness.
"You're so fucking wet," he growled, his fingers sliding easily through your folds.
You arched your back, pushing your ass towards him, inviting more of his touch.
Roman's fingers delved deeper, finding your sweet spot. He rubbed you firmly, his thumb circling your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body.
"You like it when I touch you here?"
"Oh, God, yes..." you gasped, your head falling to the bed.
"That's it, let me hear you," he encouraged, his voice a husky growl as he added a second finger, thrusting slowly into your wet heat. "Let me know how much you love it."
"Oh... Oh, Roman..." you moaned, your hands clutching at the bedsheets, your back arching as his fingers worked their magic, curling just right to hit that hidden spot deep inside you. "I love it... I love the way you touch me... Please, don't stop..."
"I don't plan to," he growled, adding a third finger, stretching and filling you as he rubbed your clit with his thumb. "Come for me, Yn. Scream my name."
"Roman!" You cried out as your body dropped to the bed as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter, an electric tension building, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through you. "Oh, God, Roman!"
"Cum for me, baby," he urged, his voice a low, sexy rasp. "Let me feel that pussy squeezing my fingers."
You couldn't hold back any longer. As Roman's fingers worked their magic, you came hard, your body shaking, a chorus of moans escaping your lips. Roman continued to stimulate you, drawing out your orgasm, until you were reduced to a quivering mess, your legs weak and your body drenched in sweat.
As your body shuddered and convulsed, Roman turned you back around and lowered his head, taking a hard nipple into his mouth, sucking and laving it with his tongue as your cries echoed in his ears. Your hands tangled in his hair, holding him to you as you felt the after shocks of your orgasm wash over you, leaving you breathless and trembling.
Slowly, you came back to earth, your body relaxing against the bed, a lazy smile curving your lips as you opened your eyes to find Roman watching you, his eyes dark with desire.
"That," you said, your voice a hoarse whisper, "was amazing."
"We're not done yet," he promised, his voice thick with need. He withdrew his hand from between your legs, his fingers glistening with your arousal, and brought them to his mouth, sucking your essence from them as you watched, your heart pounding.
Then, with a low growl, he hooked his arms under your knees, lifting your legs to rest on his shoulders as he settled between your thighs, his hard length pressing against your wetness.
"You ready for me, baby?" he asked, his voice strained with his own need as he rubbed the head of his cock against your sensitive clit.
"Yes," you moaned, your eyes fluttering closed as the sensation sent sparks of pleasure through you. "Please, Roman, I need you."
With a groan, he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside you with one smooth stroke.
"Ahh!" You cried out, your eyes flying open as you felt herself stretch around him, your body accommodating his size.
"You feel so damn good," he grunted, his eyes squeezed shut as he fought for control, his hips stilled as he gave you a moment to adjust.
"Move, Roman," You pleaded, your hands clutching at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. "Please..."
With a growl, he began to move, withdrawing almost entirely before slamming back into you, his hips snapping forward as he set a relentless pace.
"Oh, God..." you moaned, your head tossing from side to side on the pillow, your breath coming in short gasps as he filled you over and over. "It'sâit's too much..."
"It's never too much," he growled, his hands gripping your thighs as he drove into you, his balls slapping against you with each powerful thrust. "You take all of me, Yn. You take every inch."
"Yes..." you whimpered, your body trembling as he pounded into you, the bed creaking beneath them. "I'm trying... Oh, God, Roman..."
"That's it, baby," he encouraged, his teeth gritted as he fought to hold on, his own pleasure building to a peak. "Take it... Take my cock..."
"I'm trying..." you moaned, your nails digging into his skin, legs wrapping around his waist as you met his thrusts, your hips moving in perfect rhythm with his. "Oh, Roman, it feels so good..."
"You feel good," he grunted, his eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. "So tight and wet...â
"Yes..." you moaned, your body on the brink again, your walls clenching around him as you chased your own release. "Come for me, Roman... Let me feel it..."
âMmm not yetâ Roman moaned as he pulled out, turning you back onto your hands and knees. âGotta see that ass clap from behindâ
You felt the head of his cock breaching your entrance again, stretching you, filling you in ways only he could. Roman's hands gripped your hips tightly as he began to thrust, his cock sliding in and out of your, wet pussy.
"Yes, fuck me," You urged, pushing back against him. "Fuck this ass."
Roman obliged, his hands leaving red marks on your skin as he guided you onto his cock. He pounded into you, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust, driving you closer to the edge.
"You love it when I fuck that fat ass, don't you?" Roman growled, his voice filled with primal desire.
"Yes, yes, I do!" You cried out, your body on fire.
Roman's grip tightened on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pounded into you with abandon. He pulled your hair back gently, exposing your neck, and planted wet kisses along your sensitive skin. His thrusts became more urgent, his cock throbbing inside you.
"I'm gonna cum, baby," he warned, his voice strained.
You could feel his cock twitching inside you
With a loud groan, he let go, his body tensing as he emptied himself into you, his hips stuttering as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through him.
"Roman!" You cried out, the sensation causing your own orgasm to crash over you, your walls milking him as your body shook with release. "Oh, God, Roman!"
As your cries echoed in the room, You and Roman collapsed onto the bed, (more so you collapsing onto the bed and him collapsing onto you) his full weight pressing you into the mattress but not crushing you as he fought to catch his breath, his heart pounding against your chest.
"Wow," you breathed, your hands stroking his back, a lazy smile curving your lips. "That was..."
âIncredible," he finished for you, lifting his head to press a soft kiss to your lips, and rolling over next to you. "You're incredible." Roman whispered, his hands gently caressing your ass as you curled into his side. "I can't get enough of you."
âYou canât get enough of me, or my assâ you laughed, feeling his hands go from caressing your ass to grabbing fistfuls.
âYesâ
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reader whoâs always cold so she slips her hands under HLâs shirt for warmth >>>
Standing in front of the mirror, Homelander tugs self consciously at the black band tee heâs currently donning. It looks wrong on him, shapeless and overly casual. Should he tuck it in? He might like the look better if he can more closely match the structure of his suit. He starts doing just that when you appear behind him in the mirror, swatting his hands away.
âStop fussing,â you tell him with a warm smile, smoothing your hands down his sides. âYou look great.â
âThat tickles,â he says indignantly he snatches your wrists and pries your hands from his sides. The padding of his suit has always served as protection, particularly against the way the public likes to paw at him. This shirt does nothing to shield him, and feels bizarre between his skin and your hands. âWhat I look is⌠average,â he says, the word sour on his tongue. "I should change."
You hum, wiggling your fingers menacingly towards his waist. âPlease, thereâs absolutely nothing average about you,â you assure him, smiling as he wraps your arms securely around his middle, holding your treacherous fingers at bay. You rest your chin on his shoulder, admiring him in the mirror. âYou could be wearing a burlap sack and youâd still be the most handsome man in the world.â
He scoffs lightly. âYou having no sense of style is not the compliment you think it is.â
You give an outraged laugh, squeezing your hands out of his grip with all your might. He knows exactly how tight to hold to make it difficult, but not hurt you. You give his ass a brisk two handed slap and he rounds on you with a grin, cupping either side of your face.
Despite the suddenness of his movements, his kiss is gentle. His bare thumbs reverently stroke your cheeks. At the very least, he can admit that he doesnât miss the gloves when heâs touching you. You reciprocate by grasping his hips, pulling him close. Heâs getting used to the feel of your hands through the thin cotton.
âBesides, now I can do this,â you murmur against his lips. He sucks in a gasp when you slip your inexplicably ice-cold hands under his shirt and press them flat to his warm back.
âJesus Christ,â he hisses through a laugh. The shock only lasts for a second or two, his heat quickly overtaking your chill. âYou need a doctor or something. Fuck. Circulation that poor canât be healthy.â
He feels your smile when he kisses you again, wrapping you up completely in his arms while your hands roam the bare expanse of his back beneath his shirt. Normally he wouldnât feel your hands on his body until it was time to shed his suit for the night.Â
âSee?â you say, voice little more than a clever purr. âThis is nice, isnât it?â
âThis is nice,â he agrees begrudgingly, shivering for the delicate way your fingers traipse up his spine. He gives a sigh of pleasure, nipping at your lip. âFine. You win. This time.â
Unbeknownst to him, itâs to be the first of many, many wins.
#just some fluff for the TL#feels like we need it#homelander x reader#homelander x you#my writing#ask and you shall receive#x reader
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Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader
Prompt: Natasha and y/n decide to switch up their typical styles for a stark party. What if they switch up something else afterwards?
Warnings: SMUT, switch!natasha, switch!reader, kind of dom/sub in the end. Masturbation kink,
A/N: yâall know the drill
\/ if yâall wanna listen lol
Nobodyâs pov
Natasha was really regretting her life choices right about now.
You see, y/n is usually the feminine kind when it comes to parties. And Natasha is more masculine.
So itâs always y/n in dresses and Natasha in suits. Leaving y/n a hot mess by the end of the night as well.
Of course. They decided to switch it up for a party. And Natasha was about to go feral if they didnât leave now.
So y/n let Natasha drag her down the stark tower and to their sexy corvette.
Even the driving situation is switched. Y/n is typically the passenger princess and not because she canât drive just because Natasha likes to.
But Natasha doesnât care about anything right now. She needs some relief.
Natasha is gripping onto the seat when lunch by Billie Eilish comes on.
Y/n starts singing it completely oblivious to Natashaâs needs and it sets her off.
Natasha moves her hand onto y/nâs thigh and squeezes it.
Y/nâs pov
I get it now.
She wants me.
But Iâm not about to let her distract me. I must stay strong. Itâll be better anyways.
She rubs her hand up my thigh and I decide to deflect and act innocent. I lace my fingers through hers and pull her hand up to my lips for a soft kiss.
My plan works for a few minutes and then sheâs back at it again. She puts her hand on my core and I push it off of me shaking my head.
Then she huffs and says
âLet me have something!â
I shake my head and keep my eyes on the road. 15 minutes. Thatâs all I need then weâll be home.
But Natasha just canât fucking wait.
She grabs my hand suddenly and pulls it onto her own core. Sheâs hot. I can feel it.
Fuck
I speed up slightly and pull my hand away and she says
âPleaseâ
I widen my eyes knowing she doesnât just beg whenever. I donât think Iâve actually ever heard her genuinely beg without being asked to.
I give her a small look and she says
âPlease touch meâ
I huff and pull away from her grasp again and say
âAbsolutely not! That is a one of a kind designer dress and you are not about to ruin it for a quickieâ
She whines which makes me clench a bit. Yeah itâs hot but that dress was expensive.
âPlease baby. I donât care. Iâll have Tony buy me another!â
I roll my eyes and say
âNat. The whole point of a one of a kind custom dress is that there is nothing else like it!â
She squirms a bit and tries to bargain with me
âIâll have the designer make another oneâ
I come to a red light so I stop and glare at her and say
âNat. The designer spent hours making that dress perfect for your body and they will not make another one. It will ruin the integrity of their brand. They never repeat a designâ
She huffs and crosses her arms and the light turns green so I speed off.
Canât this thing go any faster?
I know I said I wouldnât do it with her dress on. But that doesnât me I donât want to do it.
After a bit she whines and humps the air making me almost whimper at her own neediness.
I glance at her and grab her hand to make sure she doesnât take things into her own hands and I say
âAlmost home baby. Then Iâll get that dress off carefully and fuck you. Okay?â
She nods her head and says
âBaby Iâm so hornyâ
I let out a breathless laugh and say
âI can tell. I promise Iâm not doing this on purpose but I cannot let you ruin that dress okay?â
She has a moment of sanity and nods her head saying
âI knowâ
I smile and realize Iâm far enough away from the city to floor it.
So I absolutely slam the gas and we make it home in about 4 minutes.
I pull into the garage and Natasha almost jumps out of the car.
To be fair, I do too.
We get inside and Natasha is thankfully, carefully taking off her dress and she canât get it anymore so I finish it.
âHere let me babyâ
I trail my hands down her back and she shivers.
I quickly hang up the dress and make sure itâs safe before turning to Natasha and I almost tackle her into our bed.
Usually when she would let out a grunt she lets out a moan and I smirk.
Maybe I should tease her.
Natasha literally pulls me out of my thoughts when she pulls my head into hers. Crashing our lips together and she makes out with me until she decides itâs enough and starts pushing me down to where she wants me most.
I give in and trail my kisses down her naked body and I get down and see how wet she actually is.
Itâs leaking through her fucking underwear.
I accidentally let out a straggled breath and it hits her core making them jerk.
âFuck baby. Youâre drippingâ
She rolls her eyes and says
âItâs not my fucking faultâ
I smirk and say
âOh? And whose fault is it?â
She grunts and decides to answer hoping Iâll be nicer
âYouâ
I smile and say
âWow. I make you this wet?â
She nods her head begrudgingly and I chuckle a bit and pull her panties down.
I get back up to her core and lick a soft strip up and nudge her clit slightly.
I canât wait any longer so I dive right in.
Her hand instantly grabs my head to keep me from pulling away.
I eat her out like itâs my last meal and her legs start to tighten around me indicating that she is getting close.
In order to help her out I decide to pump a finger into her which makes her groan and then I add another one after a few seconds. I ease it in and she moans when I suddenly curl both my fingers and suck her clit at the same time.
Her hand tightens on my head and pushes me further into her. Not that I mind. This wouldnât be the first time I passed out from her hands and legs squeezing me. And it probably wonât be the last.
I moan into her when she tugs at my hair sending vibrations straight through her and it sends her over the edge.
I donât think sheâs ever come this fast before, but I donât dwell on that as I clean up her juices.
She lets out a strangled moan and then I get a devious picture in my head.
I keep licking and sucking and sheâs already wanting to come again.
Ive always had a masturbation kink and sure Iâve thought about it. But Iâve never asked Natasha until now.
âCan we try something new?â
I suddenly get shy when she looks down at me. Although sheâs frustrated she understands that Iâm taking a big step with asking this so she nods her head and says
âAs long as I cum soonâ
I giggle and sit up and say
âWill you touch yourself for me?â
Her eyes narrow and she looks me up and down before smirking and saying
âWould that make you happy?â
I look at her and try not to let my submissive side come out and I nod my head shyly.
She grabs my face softly and says
âIâll do whatever you want.â
My eyes light up and I wait patiently. I pull away and let her situate herself.
She trails her hand lower and gasps and how wet she is and then she softly rubs circles on her clit.
Iâm sitting on my knees in front of her on the bed as she starts to finger herself.
Fuck. This should not be this fucking hot.
My legs spread open a bit and I somehow bunch up the sheets under me enough to hump them slightly.
Itâs not great but itâs relieving some of the pain.
I whimper and Natasha smirks knowing Iâm under.
She slides another finger into her hole and I watch it swallow her digits.
I bite my lip and clench my thighs together. My own wetness is almost flowing out of me onto the bed.
Unfortunately the fact that I am only barely humping this damn sheet is making it so much harder for me to do anything.
So I just resort to watching Natasha as she pumps her hand in and out of her core.
She brings her free hand up to her tit and starts massaging it and tweaking her nipple.
I bite my lip hard and she looks at me with a knowing face and says
âBaby this feels so goodâ
I nod my head and say
âYou look so prettyâ
She smiles at me and says
âThank you baby girl. Do you want to touch me?â
I nod my head furiously.
âWords babyâ
I look at her and find my words and say
âCan I please touch you?â
She nods her head and says
âOnly my breasts. Iâll do the rest like you asked me to.â
I nod my head and immediately go to kissing and sucking her boobs.
Every now and then I pull away and massage them with my hands to look at her fucking herself.
And then I fall into a daze. Iâm positioned above one of her legs and she lifts it up and hits my sopping core and she says
âIf Iâm gonna fuck myself youâre gonna fuck yourself on me okay?â
I bite my lip and whimper at the thought and I start moving back and forth on her leg. Sliding my juices everywhere.
I end up humping her like a crazy person while my eyes are locked on her hands that are in her pussy.
She moans out and says
âOh fuck babyâ
I moan loudly at that and she says
âYou like watching me fuck myself? Do you have a masturbation kink?â
I bow my head in embarrassment but I donât stop my hips and I slightly nod ever so softly, but Natasha sees it and chuckles a bit and says
âI bet youâve thought of me doing this. Have you touched yourself thinking of me doing this to myself baby?â
I nod my head and moan. Iâm so close and she seems close but sheâs been going for a while. Iâve only been going for a little bit.
She smiles and says
âI guess Iâll work it into our very tight sex scheduleâ
I smile knowing sheâs making a joke and I throw my head back when she flexes her muscle.
âOh fuck Nat! Iâm so closeâ
She smirks and says
âWait a bit baby. Iâm close too. I wanna cum with youâ
I nod my head as best I can and it falls back. Natasha grunts and firmly says.
âLook at meâ
So I quickly snap my eyes to hers and I pant a bit.
âOh fuck natty. Iâm gonna-â
âCum with me baby! Oh!!â
I roll my eyes back and grab her boobs again for stability which sends her over the edge and her muscles flex even more making me hit my clit hard and I jerk and thrust a bit more and then my orgasm crashes over me.
We slow down but keep our movements going until we canât anymore and I look down at her panting. She smirks at me and says
âI didnât know you liked that.â
I send a half smile her way and say
âIt was so hot. Youâre definitely gonna have to do that again soonâ
She moves her wet fingers to my lips and I open willingly and suck and lick her fingers.
Then she pulls away with a pop and looks down saying
âYou made a big mess on my thigh. Youâre gonna have to clean it up babyâ
I let out a shaky breath and move down to her legs and lick my own cum off her leg and moan at my taste and hers mixing on my tongue.
Once Iâve sufficiently cleaned her up I move back to her face and kiss her making sure she tastes both of us on our lips.
I pull away and lie down next to her and say
âThat was so good. Thank you.â
She smiles now in her right mind and says
âNo thank you. Iâm so glad you didnât let me ruin that dress. I donât know what I was thinkingâ
I giggle and cuddle next to her and say
âIâm sleepyâ
She brushes my hair out of my face and says
âSleep. I love you babyâ
I smile and say
âI love you tooâ
A/N: I tried to finish it quickly. This isnât really my day I guess but I wanted to get it out since I promised it. <3
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"you like being disobedient huh?" slap! "is that what you like doing?" slap!
you managed to find yourself on his bed, getting your ass put in your place because you decided to play dirty to him whilst at an formal dinner. wondering how you managed to get here?
today was a special day for the staff of Akso Hospital, there was a big banquet for the success of new employees and successful cures. and because you were the girlfriend of one of the most famous cardiac surgeon in the place, you were invited.
it was a long night, so you didn't have much energy to mess around with zayne. until you saw him with yvonne, her hand on his arm as they laughed together. "oh no she didn't..."
despite her being your buddy, you felt a little uncomfortable knowing that she was feeling him up. "you know, having zayne's s a partner must be a disasterâ" you interrupted one of the head bosses with a police tone. "i'm so sorry, but i ned to go talk to zayne quickly."
with proud strides, you made your way to the pair, her eyes instantly landing on you. your own hand went around zayne's left arm, "hi vone babe, hi darling." your tone was sharp yet also very stretchers out.
now yvonnĂŠ has dealt with many clients, karen's and randomly teenagers for how many years, she can tell someone's true intention. her smile grew as she made a sarcastic gesture. "that was ugh, rude."
your eyes stared at her before you laughed, grabbing zayne's hands before pulling him away to your table. his own eyes catching the subtle hint of your jealousy already.
meanwhile, yvonnĂŠ was doin everything to see how you'd react to your man being touched on. like when she offered to give him some of her food, or when she poured his drink for him and tried to even help him drink.
finally, you slipped your hand onto his thigh, getting closer to his crotch at every gentle swoop. everyone was talking, and zayne was struggling. his own right hand went over yours, grasping it before pulling it away from his clothed erection. "stop it, you won't like what will happen to you."
this went on for ages and ages; torturing him with every sexual touch and graze. his face was slightly red, his colleagues caught up but he denied them every time.
you were tracing circles into his zipper when you heard it, "that's it, you brat." he stood before excusing himself and you, "thanks for the dinner, me and..my love will be taking our leave now."
everyone waved, yet nothing was funny, to you. you were carried bridal style to his car and he strapped you in, got to the other side and started to drive off into the direction of your home.
your legs were already shaking, the thought of zayne doing whatever he plans on to punish you. yet your legs were also shaking because the car ride was tense, very quiet until he spoke with a laugh, "you better prepare that pussy of yours."
and you better have.
your man was so mean in a good way, his hand roughly but surely slamming down on your desperate pussy. your juices flying from the crevices in his fingers, his smile growing at the sight in itself. his satisfaction grew with every hiss you let out. you had your hands just infer your thighs, holding them to your chest as he ordered you too. trying not to drop them as that will only lead to more severe punishment. the pain so sharp yet it shifted into pleasure after. "zayneâah!"
his hand landed roughly on your folds, harder than he has before. the sting tasteful, yet his dark voice make you clench. "pardon me? it's not zayne," he slowly inserted his middle finger into your hole, twisting it every second or two to stimulate every wall of your cunt. "and you know that, it's what to you?" your hole sucking him in like a vacuum, his thick finger slid in and out of you with precision. you saw his hand raise, your trembling voice coming out quickly. "doctor! it's doctor..."
"good girl," he pressed his other hand onto the side of your pussy, examining your entrance with glee. his index and middle fingers separating your folds gently, a chuckle escaping his mouth. "what a pretty pussy you have,"
his eyes glared up at you with a lustful gaze, his smirk evident on his face. "can i play with it longer?" his awaited your response, where you nodded desperately, letting out a few whimpers of anticipation. yet you were only met with another harsh slap! on your body.
"ah-hah! doctor..." you murmured, the coil in your stomach just slowly appeared and disappearing. he loved your misery. "words please princess, i can't do anything without your words," he rubbed your clit gently, in smooth circles.
with an obedient moan, you nodded, "yes..please play with me doctor...pretty please?" you were filthy, your tone filled with slutty intentions, wanting him to fill you with pleasure. "how can i say no when you're being so obedient," his finger gently tapped on your pussy, making you grunted at every tap. with a soothing smile, he stood up and came to your face, kissing your cheek lovingly before using his fingers to gather your slick onto his digits.
with a soothing smile, he stood up and came to your face, kissing your cheek lovingly before using his fingers to gather your slick onto his digits. he seductively sucked them off clean, licking his finger with a hum of happiness. "you taste wonderful my love," he held your cheek, lowering his own head before kissing you passionately. his tongue swirling and dancing in your mouth, finding ways to dominate you even further than you were already.
without a struggle, you let his do whatever, obediently letting him make out with you. "mhm..." a moan left your lips, you felt him smile into the kiss before he pulled away with laugh at your antics. you closed your legs slowly with a feeling of inferiority by his gaze on you. but he didn't like that, not one bit.
"open these legs," his hand gently slapped your cunt multiple times before sliding his inches finger down your pussy roughly making you gasp out loud. "who told you to close them?" you instantly moaned out, responding with a gasp of air. "no one doctor! i'm sorry, i won't close them againâhah!" he slowly went back to his original position, his moonlit eyes staring deeply at you to distract you.
gently, he plunged his fingers deeper reaching into the depths of yur pussy before slowly adding another, increasing his speed. soon enough, he was rapidly shoving his two fingers into you despite the urgent needs for him to slow it down a little. "zayneâ ahhh!! oh shit, oh shit, mhmmm!" your head threw back in an attempt to release your pleasure more but he shook his head and kissed his teeth.
"look at me baby, come on, don't disappoint me now." you nearly instantly looked back at him, embarrassed. he kissed your clit gently in a reward as you thanked him. "my pretty girl, you're so beautiful, my sweet." his words brought you closer to your climax, the tight coil in your tummy waiting to be released. but you knew that you couldn't just cum without permission from your doctor first.
"doctor?" you brought him out of his grace in your pussy, his eyes meeting yours with a sweet hum. "hm?" you took a shaky breath in before speaking ever so softly, "can i please cum? i've been a good girl, i won't misbehave again, please sir?" your needy tone broke his heart, his face softening at your gaze but he was a tamer, a passive aggressive one at that.
"if you weren't so naughty, i'd say yes," his fingers left your hole before he slapped your cunt harshly again. "it's a no this time, and trust me, if you cum without my permission," his revealed a small leather strap, slapping the material onto his other hand. "i won't be so nice as i currently am, princess."
oh you were in for a long night indeed, a tortuous one.
date made: 10/10/24
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being introduced to lord rafeâs lil community would be so strange. being such an innocent girl, youâd have to have him talk you through EVERYTHING
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there had to be a first for everything. including doggy style. including doggy style infront of a mirror. including doggy style infront of an audience.
you arch, cheek pressed to the bed with a lazy sob â the boy not moving as he simply kneels behind you, seated fully inside your warm wet cunt. you feel his ringed hands slide along your waist, and then your back, before a hand slots beneath your chin and pulls you up with little effort to face your audience once more. the naked girls overflow on the loveseat, some on the floor, some on top of the other, touching themselves and their peers as their eyes roam your body. the quiet is broken by the occasional soft moan.
âyouâ you gotta look⌠okay? i want you to look at them. show them how you take this fuckinâ dick⌠show⌠show them what you have that theyâll never fuckinâ touch againâŚâ he starts to thrust slowly, rolling his hips in and out and letting you meet his rhythm. you mewl, not only at the pleasure but at the way he borderline insults them â telling them that theyâll never have him the way you do. you squeeze your eyes shut, sniffling, but curiosity gets the better of you and you glance around for a reaction to his words. to your surprise, his cold words have only excite them further. you watch as the girl who helped recruit you in the first place pushes her long spindly fingers knuckles deep into her cunt, a leg draped over another girl. âyeah⌠yeah good girl. keep watching them. fuckinâ crowd pleaser.â he groans, leaning over you to talk in your ear and stare them down threateningly, hands sliding up from your tits to gently grasp your neck â keeping your gaze there.
âiâm so full.â you gasp when it feels like heâs pushing his hips forward even harder, your walls restraining him.
âdamn right.â he drawls, his wet open mouth brushing your cheekbone before he turns your head and stuffs his tongue down your throat, his back arching upward to continue fucking your glossy hole. âso fuckinâ sexy. yâgonna make everyone cum, that right?â he chuckles, muffled against your lips.
âmm.â is all you manage and he pulls away.
âwhat do you say when i speak to you, angel?â he pants, the domineering vocabulary occasionally clashing with the boyish tinge that still clung to his voice.
âyes my lord.â you moan, eyes closed now as you lose yourself to the rhythm of his slow thrusts.
âthats my girl. now show them how good you take it, yeah?â before you register his words, his wide hand pushes the back of your head to quickly shove your head back down into the mattress, speeding up to quick thrusts that audibly smacked repeatedly against your asscheeks. with each harsh thrust comes a high pitched moan from you â and a chorus of women mimicking the pace of your moans, making sure to always moan with you in solidarity like they were the ones being fucked.
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Hiii! In the sugar and spice au, how did the roommates discover her stream, and how did they react?
Love from the other side of the world! â¨ď¸
a/n:Â if i blew a kiss out of my window, do you think it would reach you all the way over there?
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okay, so it would be after the whole breakup with ransom, after you moved in with the three of them
picture it: you think you're home alone, that none of your roommates will be home for hours, so, of course, you grasp the perfect opportunity and stream for a bit
but what you don't know when you're squirming against a vibrator and flirting with the chat is that one of them returned early (maybe a cancelled class?)
i'm thinking it's bucky
he'd probably be just swallowed up in the mundane routine, getting in the door and stuff, till BOOM! he hears your moan from down the hallway
and then he hears the way you're talking and what a dead giveaway it is to what you're doing in there
so what does he do? i mean...... he's just a guy.... he can't help it if he gets entrances on the other side of your door...
also mind you, this all happens after you've already slept with all of them
(let's pause a sec to go over that)
in my mind, with most of them it happened pretty early on in your friendships
or with curtis, that's how you met, he was a one night stand turned bff
bucky was a drunken hookup, the kind where you're both just so happy and lovey-dovey. like you just wanna show each other how much you love each other and appreciate each other as a friend, but you wanna take it a step higher than a hug, so naturally you kiss. buuuuutt, that then escalates because of the horndogs you are and you end up scrambling to the nearest bathroom to fuck (mmmmm, the eye contact in the mirror đ¤¤)
steve was probably the one you were the closest to before you two banged for the first time. but with him, i'm thinking it was a day where he was feeling super down and blue about something and you went over to cheer him up. in your desperation to find a way to make him feel even a little bit better you threw in the suggestion that you'd suck his cock, which was like a record scratch for him because he naturally assumed you weren't serious, only for you to show him just how serious you actually were by sinking down on your knees and slobbering all over him till a smile appeared on his face.
(okay, now that's settled, back to the story at hand)
so! bucky quickly spilt the beans to the others and the next chance they got, they were all spying outside your door, throbbing hard the lot of them.
when they confronted you about it, they did in a way that almost made you cry because of how polar opposite it was to the blow up with your ex
they were so sweet and respectful, sharing what they'd heard and asking if their suspicions were true.
and then (because they were all super into it) they asked if you'd share what your screen name was and if it was alright for them to watch you.
(urgh! i love them so much!!!! đ)
then after that, it slowly became just another normal thing in your lives, openly chatting about it (your schedule, some ideas for content and stuff, letting them help brainstorm)
you sometimes let your door stay open during streams
they soon helped you upgrade your setup
and when you needed some help to snap the perfect picture or help lift the heavy fuck machine out of your closet, you had a sea of volunteers to choose from
do you need a dick as a prop for the perfect pov pic? why use a dildo when you have three real ones to choose from!
or filming a custom video? now you suddenly have the opportunity to do something other than just solo ones (were they the ones to point that out and slyly suggest that they'd be into it? 10000% yes. either its a pov style video so their identities are hidden, or if its not, if you just let the camera stay off to the side and capture it from there, then you just go in in post and blur their faces, easy peasy)
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Horny Hunk - Car
Caden was sitting in his car, exhausted after a workout with his best friend Thomas, who was way more athletic than him, but would always go out of his way to bring him along and give him tips. That sweet attitude might be the reason Caden had a pretty big crush on him, though he would never admit it. Thomas was a chick magnet, and wasnât shy about it. So, Caden was happy just being his gym buddy, and tried to stop himself from checking him out too much in the changing room.
He saw Thomas making his way to his car. âYouâre in a hurry,â he said, getting inside. âWell, I didnât know your showers lasted 20 minutes,â Caden shot back playfully. âHey! The girl at the reception was checking me out, so I went and got her number,â his friend replied, showing the little piece of paper. âI see, so youâre just desperate to get laid.â âMaybe you should try, you know, your dream guy isn't gonna just show up, you have to talk to people sometimes,â Thomas said with a smirk. âAll right, shut up now, before I leave you on the sidewalk.â
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They had been riding for a few minutes, not saying much, until Thomas pulled out his phone and started admiring himself. He never took pictures, but he did love looking at himself, especially after a workout. Caden glanced to the side as he was styling his hair up and looking into his own eyes; he couldnât help finding it attractive. âDude, check out these biceps,â Thomas let out with a chuckle. He was flexing his arms repeatedly, showing his noticeable progress, glistening with sweat. Caden tried not to look again, but couldnât help sneaking a peek. He loved how big they were, and yet still definedâŚ
âShit!â Caden thought. He was starting to get an erection, and this was not the time nor the place. âStop doing that,â he said. âYouâre being weird.â âYouâre being weird!â Thomas replied. âYouâre not even complimenting your friendâs awesome gains.â Caden kept his eyes focused on the road, but felt more and more uncomfortable in his seat. âYou should feel them, bro, theyâre so tight-â âStop that! I am not touching you!â Caden snapped, though he was blushing slightly. Thomas grinned even wider, finding his reaction funny. âCome on, man! You donât like it when I do that?â He grabbed his friendâs wrist and brought his hand to his chest. âFeel that, dude. Real muscle.â âDude, stop!â Caden was actually getting horny now, and had to quickly turn his flasher on and pull over to the side of the road. âCade, why are we stopping? Iâm just messing with you!â Thomas said, playfully punching him on the shoulder. But Caden wasnât paying attention anymore. He grasped the arms of his seat, a familiar feeling stirring inside him.
Caden tentatively glanced down at his crotch, and saw what he expected to see: his boner was straining against the front of his shorts, visibly getting bigger. He groaned as his transformation began. His hands widened slightly, gripping his seat even tighter, while his arms started packing on muscle rapidly. He tilted his head back, making a whining sound that slowly got deeper. His throat thickened slightly and his chest widened, better adapting to his large arms. Caden groaned again as he felt himself getting taller and felt his pecs filling up, his loose tank top now barely reaching his waist. A hint of abs, more than he ever had, was peeking from under it. His legs stretched too, his thighs getting bigger and his calves gaining definition. The young man, feeling his feet pushing against the front of his shoes, pointlessly tried taking them off by rubbing them together. He then had to spread his legs apart to make space for his bulge and his growing asscheeks.
Thomas was watching the scene, bewildered, and started getting scared, not knowing what was happening to his friend. At this point, Caden was almost as big as him, if not bigger. He tried exiting the car, but his door was locked. As he tried reaching over him to get to the lock, his friend grabbed his wrist with his right hand, his fingers thickening and strengthening his grip. He brought it down to his chest, and slid it under his tank top, on top of his pecs. âYou should feel them, bro,â Caden said in his new deeper voice, smirking cockily. Thomas couldnât help but admire the two mounds as he felt them ballooning under his touch, growing full of powerful muscle. He looked up at the growing manâs face, seeing his friendâs boyish features hardening into squarer, more manly shapes. A hint of stubble also covered part of his face. At this point, Caden was fully enjoying his transformation. He grunted and flexed his arms as he grew again, arms becoming powerful rods of muscle and shoulders bulging outwards. His shredded 6-pack abs were clearly visible just above his widening waist and remarkable cum gutters. He had to pull his legs up slightly as he grew taller again, his thickening thighs making it somewhat difficult. Two loud tearing sounds could be heard as his feet burst out of his training shoes, now several sizes too small. A third ripping sound was heard as his ass grew into a large bubble butt, tearing his shorts right down the middle and freeing his large erection that was nearing 9 or 10 inches now, by how it was tenting the front of his underwear.
Just as Thomas thought the growth was over, Caden let out an even deeper groan. His neck became incredibly thick, his shoulders broadened to the point where he barely fit in the driverâs seat, and his pecs blew up again. It was a miracle his tank top was still intact; it was stretched out over his chest and powerful back muscles, and his pecs were jutting out from the sides. It didnât even reach his abs anymore, stopping right above his chiseled 8-pack. His legs, already confined in the small space, lengthened one last time, bringing him easily over 6â6. Below them, his feet finished their steady growth, tearing apart his short white socks. Finally, a last ripping sound was heard as his underwear gave way and his enormous 12-inch jock cock erupted from its confines, pointed straight up, the swollen head already leaking pre-cum. Thomas stared at it, feeling his own erection straining his shorts, almost against his own will.
Cade, the Hunk, horny in an almost feral way, grabbed Thomas by the back of the head and shoved him on his throbbing member. He struggled to even fit the thing in his mouth, because of how long and thick it was, but he started hungrily swallowing and licking it, experiencing the salty taste for the first time. Cade closed his eyes in bliss, pushing out deep moans from his enlarged throat. It didnât take long before he pulled Thomas off and shot ropes of cum, again and again, all over his dashboard, tilting his head backwards and bellowing out a last groan. Thomas, seeing his friendâs humongous dick spurting cum with such intensity, came on the spot. They both panted, out of breath after their simultaneous orgasms.
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Caden sighed, using yet another tissue to clean the cum off his dashboard. He was back to normal now; it never took him too long. He shot a disgruntled look at Thomas, who still seemed a bit shaken and out of breath. âWhen I tell you to stop, you have to stop. You understand why, now?â Thomas nodded, looking at the stain at the front of his shorts. âI canât believe you had to find out about this,â Caden added, annoyed, but blushing slightly. Thomas looked over. âWhen were you planning on telling me?â he asked. âNever!â snapped Caden. âItâs not the sort of thing I bring up in the middle of a conversation, you know. I donât tell anyone that doesnât need to know.â Thomas looked at him again, a smirk on his face. âWell, now that I know⌠Could we do this again sometime?â
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Headcanons please with the reactions of Luffy, Nami, Zoro and Sanji where sanji is sick, so reader volunteers to do the cooking until he feels better but reader is a HORRIBLE cook. Like reader will straight up serve them fish in cherry gelatine or something awful like that. Also can you make reader female and the s/o of each character in this scenario? Thank you đđť
A/N: I WROTE SOMETHING Characters: female reader x Luffy, Nami, Zoro Total word count: 1.7k
Stand In Cook
Luffy
âIâm STARVING!â Luffy screamed out, falling backward onto the deck with a groan.
âLuffy, we told you already! Sanji is sick right now, and Iâm not cooking for you every thirty minutes!â Nami stood over him, staring down at him in irritation. âEither you make something yourself or you donât eat!â
âIâll cook something, Luffy,â you offered softly. âWhat are you hungry for?â
Nami shot you a look. âYouâre going to regret that offer,â she grumbled. With a roll of her eyes, she strolled off and left you to the rest of it.Â
You almost regretted the offer, but Luffyâs arms were around you, swinging you around with glee. âI love you! I love you so much!â
You squealed in shock and delight, begging for him to put you down.Â
âOkay I really want a chocolate milkshake,â Luffy said. âAnd also a really big piece of meat! And-â
âLetâs start with that,â you said quickly. You barely knew how to cook, and you didnât want to overwhelm yourself on the first meal youâd be preparing for him.Â
You pulled yourself out of his grasp and went to the kitchen. âYou wait out here. Iâll be back shortly.â
In the kitchen, you were completely out of your element. You had found where Sanji had kept the food, but he didnât seem to be in possession of a single cookbook. Youâd just have to guess.Â
You found a piece of steak that you could only hope Sanji wasnât saving for something special, and grabbed a few random seasonings: salt, cinnamon, annatto, basil, cayenne pepper, dill, and elderflower. You were only familiar with a few, but you figured it was the best you could do.Â
You measured out 1 tablespoon of each and mixed them together, adding some milk to give it a paste-like texture, and then poured it over the slab of meat laying on the tray.Then, you threw it in the oven forâŚ20 minutes sounded good. You werenât sure how much longer Luffy would be able to wait.Â
While you waited for the meat to cook, you started to work on the chocolate shake Luffy had asked for.Â
Sanji had always shown you strange bean pods whenever he was making chocolate. But nothing in his pantry was labeled, so you grabbed a handful of a few different beads and threw them into a blender. Then you added a pinch of sugar and milk. Surely it wouldnât be too bad, right?
When the timer for the oven rang out, Luffy bounded into the kitchen. His eyes were wide with excitement and you pulled out the slab of meat. The smell wasâŚwell, it smelled far different than anything Sanji had prepared, but perhaps it was just a different style of cooking than his.Â
Luffy was bouncing up and down as he waited for you to place the meat in front of him, trying his best to adhere to table manners. But the moment you let go of his plate, he picked up the meat with his bare hands and tore into it.Â
The tears in his eyes made you step back. Perhaps you had gone overboard on the spices, orâŚwell, anything could be wrong, honestly. You werenât a cook. You were just trying your best to serve something up to your hungry boyfriend.Â
Luffy cried out, his mouth still stuffed with food. âIâm making you the new cook for the ship! Sanji can take your job!â
You gave a nervous laugh. âLuffy, thatâs not-â
âIâm serious! I only want you to cook for me!â He gave you a toothy grin that melted your heart.Â
You rolled your eyes. He was certainly laying on the flattery a bit thick. You knew you werenât a good cook, but you also knew Luffy wasnât picky.Â
âYou know, this is the second best thing I think Iâve ever tasted,â he said, licking the plate clean.Â
âAnd what is the first?â
His eyes got a fiendish glow to them, and he gave you a little smirk as he stretched out his and pulled you into his embrace, kissing your lips. âYou.â
Nami
âI wish Sanji would hurry up and stop being sick!â Nami griped. âIâm not used to going this long without food!â
âI could whip us up something small,â you offered, starting to rise from your seat next to her.Â
Your girlfriend grabbed your hand, her eyes wide. âDarling,â she gave a light laugh. âYou know I love you. ButâŚyou canât cook.â
You scoffed. âI can get something small, Nami-dear. Sanji has been teaching me a few things!â
She saw right through your lie, but she sighed and released your hand. âSomething small. Like ice cream, or strawberries.â
âYou got it! I can do that!â
You could not do that. As you stood staring in the refrigerator, you knew it would have to be something simple. You considered a fruit platter, but that wasnât exactly cooking for your beloved, was it? And Nami deserved something fun, just like she was.Â
Chocolate-covered strawberries. That wouldnât be too hard. Youâd have to make the chocolate, but you had seen Sanji do it a thousand times in just a few minutes. It couldnât be too difficult.Â
Except nothing in his damn pantry was labeled. Itâs almost like he didnât want anyone messing with his food.Â
You couldnât find anything that remotely looked like chocolate, but you had seen him scrape out some beans and add milk to them over the stove, so that was a good place to start.Â
You grabbed a handful of beans and began opening them to scrape them off into the saucepan. It didnât look exactly like Sanjiâs, but after you had mashed them up, it was starting to look somewhat right.Â
You threw a handful of strawberries onto the plate and covered them with the sauce, and then took them onto the deck to Nami.Â
She took one glance before gagging. âWhat is that?!â
âStrawberries!â
She raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. You couldnât blame her. Something was off, but you had no idea what.
âJust try one, Nam.â
She turned her nose away. âAbsolutely not. Give it to Luffy.â
âNami! Try it!â you begged, but you were starting to agree with her. Nothing looked right about this. âActuallyâŚâ
Before you could say any more, Nami let out a dramatic sigh, grabbed a strawberry, and threw it in her mouth.Â
And then immediately spit it out. And started gagging.Â
âWhatâŚthe hellâŚdid you putâŚin that?â she choked out between coughs.Â
âI did what Sanji does!â you said, trying to defend yourself from the assault you knew was coming.Â
She was too busy rubbing her tongue on her sleeve to say anything else. You were half tempted to try one yourself, just to see if she was being overdramatic, but you were too scared to know the truth.Â
Once you had finished coughing and gagging, she finally shot a glare at you. âDarling, you know I love you. But if you ever try to poison me again, I will throw you overboard.â
ZoroÂ
Sanji was sick. Zoro was almost done with his workout, which meant he would need his post-workout meal. But Sanji was sick.Â
So it was up to you. Thankfully Luffy and Ussopp were asleep, and everyone else was out of your hair. It was just you and the kitchen.Â
Rice Balls were his favorite. So that's what you would make. It was pretty easy, from what you remember. You had watched your mother make them every day when you were a child.Â
So you started boiling water, and then dumped the rice in. You added some random seasoning you found in the cupboard, and mixed it all together. And then you waited.Â
And finally, after all the pots were cleaned and the rice had been shaped into some rather mushy rice balls, you took them up to Zoro.Â
He eyed them, as if he could tell something was different. You were hoping he wouldnât notice the change until he bit into them.Â
âThe cook in a piss mood?â he asked, taking a bite of the ball that was starting to fall apart in his hand.Â
His eyes bulged as the taste hit him, and it took him a moment before he could swallow. âThat shitty cook is trying to kill me! Heâs going to get-â
âActually,â you piped in sheepishly. âI made them.â
His eyes narrowed as he tried to decipher your words and if they held any truth. âYou made them?â
You shrugged. âIâm not much of a cook, I know. Sanji was sick, and I knew you needed to eat, soâŚâ
He took another bite, and you could see the effort it took for him to swallow it. âItâs good,â he said.
You let out a light laugh. âYou donât have to lie, Zoro.â
âIâm not!â He took another bite, cringing as the food touched his tongue. âSee, itâs good.â
âYouâre lying!â You tried to grab the plate from him, but he held it away. âZoro, you donât have to eat it!â
You tried to grab the food so you could throw it into the ocean, but Zoro always jumped out of your reach, narrowly evading you until he took the last bite.Â
It wasnât until later, when the two of you were lounging on the deck, that he stood abruptly, his face as green as his hair, and ran to the bathroom.Â
âI knew it was bad,â you said as he returned, curling up next to you.
âIt was fine.â He curled into your back, pressing his warm body against you. âJust got seasick.â
âYou did not!â
âYour rice wasâŚa new and interesting flavor.â
You laughed at his attempt to be honest. âYouâve eaten rice off the ground, Iâd hardly call you a critic.â
He groaned. âThe dirt rice was better.â
 âZoro!â You pulled away and turned to face him âWas it really?â
He pulled you into his arms and plopped a kiss on your cheek, trying to sooth his scalding words. âIâm joking, you know that. Iâll eat your food anytime.â
You smiled and leaned into his chest. âLetâs hope we donât have to anytime soon.â
âAgreed.â
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You stole my heart (but you're too young)
Sam Carpenter x Reader
Word Count: 5.2k
Summary: Sam thinks you deserve better than her, you couldn't disagree more.
Warnings: Nothing? Age gap but everything is legal (I left it up to interpretation but Sam is like 26 while R is 20ish). Kissing, if that's a warning.
A/N: Based off of this! Marrying my love for music with the scream franchise one fic at a time <3!! This one uses Tyler the Creator's song, Fucking Young/Perfect!
Day that I met you girl, knew that it was something special
With heavy footsteps and a yawn, Sam Carpenter made her way up the endless stairs leading to her apartment. Her boots thudded against each step particularly loudly today, a direct result of the ache in her legs that came with working a shift for not just one of her shitty jobs, but both of them.
At long last, she approached the door that signaled sheâd finally made it through her tiring day. Sam momentarily struggled with opening the series of locks on the door- as it turns out, unlocking a door is especially hard when balancing her work bag and two boxes of pizza.Â
She manages to unlock and open the door eventually, and steps into the comfort of the apartment. Like a hot shower after an extra hard gym session, her overworked mood fades away at the warmth of her home.Â
Sam calls out a greeting and makes her way over to the table, setting down the pizza. Her bag is tossed onto the nearest chair, and once her hands are empty, she takes a moment to roll out her tense shoulders, groaning softly.
After some long overdue stretching, she shuffles towards the living room to announce the arrival of the pizza and to take a mental note of the apartmentâs occupants. Sheâd heard Tara speaking with someone when sheâd walked in, but had a greater need to first set her belongings down, and then engage in her daily check-in of how her sisterâs day had gone.
âTara,â Sam calls out before rounding the corner that leads to the living room, âThe pizzaâs here.â
Taraâs sitting on the floor, surrounded by papers, two different notebooks, and a few pencils. Her laptop is propped up in front of her. To her sisterâs right sits a girl Sam has never seen before and she pauses slightly at the sight.Â
Tara huffs at her notebook and lets the pen sheâd been holding fall out of her grasp. She looks up at Sam.
âThank god,â she whines dramatically, âI needed a break.â
The small girl stands, lightly brushing herself off. Tara turns toward your seated form.
âCome on, pizza time.â The girlâs scarred hand enters your vision, breaking your intense concentration by offering some help in standing up.Â
You take it gratefully, letting her pull you up.Â
Sam, whoâd been sneaking glances at you throughout the whole interaction, sucks in a breath now that she can fully make out your features. Your eyes twinkle and your preferred style of clothing suits you perfectly. Youâre effortlessly beautiful, and Sam is utterly captivated by the allure that you exude.
Sheâs snapped out of her slight daze at the sound of Taraâs voice.
âSam, this is Y/N. We have Chemistry Lab together.â
You wave, wiggling your fingers slightly as you do so. A tiny smile is on your lips and she swears youâre batting your eyelashes up at her, either that or her tired mind is playing tricks on her. Probably the latter.
âHi Sam, itâs great to meet you.â
She hates the way your smooth, sweet-sounding voice almost causes her to let out a shudder. You stretch out a hand and suddenly sheâs nervous, hoping her own arenât too rough like they sometimes could be.
She meets you halfway, ensuring sheâs extra gentle about clasping her fingers around yours. The contact has a spark shooting up her spine, and she clenches her jaw to bite back the gasp that almost escaped.
She clears her throat, âItâs nice to meet you too.â
You pull away, and her hand almost feels cold at the lack of warmth. All too suddenly, Taraâs quickly pulling you towards the waiting pizza.
Sam stays rooted to her spot, rapidly trying to process the sudden pounding in her chest. The light laughter trailing from the dining table knocks her out of her stupor. She blinks and retreats to her bedroom to take a much needed shower, hoping itâll not only help lull her into a more relaxed state, but clear her mind too.
She sets the water to the hottest temperature and strips out of her soiled clothes. A small hum slips out of her chest when the scalding water makes contact with her body. She stays in the shower longer than necessary, and throws on a tanktop and shorts when she exits.
The apartment is quiet when she resurfaces from her room. The digital clock on the oven reads 11:27 PM, and she ignores the small pang in her chest that rises up at the realization that youâve likely returned to your own home by this time.Â
Sam heads over to the dinner table where the pizza boxes (thankfully) still sit, grateful that Tara only had one friend over tonight because it meant there was still plenty of food leftover for her to eat. As much as she loved Mindy and Chad, they had a habit of eating first and being considerate second. Itâd left Sam to have to scrounge up a meal for herself on several different occasions, but she cared more that everyone was eating and getting fed, so she never complained. Besides, sheâd always put the twins and Tara before herself, the older girl felt the strong need to protect them because of the hell that theyâd gone through together back in Woodsboro.
Tara pads into the kitchen while Samâs polishing off her second slice of pizza.
âHow was work?â
Sam swallows the last piece of crust, then answers. âLong, boring.â
The younger girl nods. âThanks again for getting the pizza. By the way, sorry I didnât tell you about Y/N coming over, it was kind of a last minute thing. She offered to help me with the pre-lab.â
Sam shrugs, âNo big deal.â Then, cautiously, âShe seems nice.â
A small smile pulls at Taraâs lips, âShe is, super smart and funny too. You should see her and Mindy together, theyâre hilarious.â
Sam unknowingly files the new found information away. She hums, âI bet.â
âActually, I invited her to game night tomorrow. Are you gonna be home in time?â
Every Friday night the sisters hosted some kind of get together, whether it be a movie night, craft night, or their most recent obsession, a game night.
Sam mentally runs through her schedule, luckily enough she didnât have a shift at the bar, so sheâd be home by six.
âI get off at 5:30, so yeah.â
Tara smiles, âGood, you could use some fun.â
Sam rolls her eyes and lightly punches Taraâs shoulder, âI have fun!â
The shorter girl laughs, âKeep telling yourself that.â
The two girls share a brief hug before Tara heads to bed.Â
Sam tucks the leftover pizza into the fridge, double checks the locks on the door, and goes to her room. She climbs into bed and burrows into her pillows. She drifts away with the quiet excitement of getting to see you again tomorrow.
We met through mutual friends and this is where the story and confusion began // âCause I was at Nirvana but I had to pretend that I wasnât
Tara was right, you and Mindy were hilarious together, Sam canât stop herself from chuckling at your shared antics.
âUno,â you smirked.Â
Mindy slammed her hands down on the table, narrowing her eyes, âThereâs no way! You have to be cheating!â
You lean towards Mindy, whispering teasingly, âSorry to break it to you, but Iâm just that good.â
Mindy grumbles. âSomeone hit her with a plus four, for the love of God.â
You laugh heartily.Â
Tara plays, then Chad, Anika, Ethan, and Quinn take their turns.
âNone of you had anything?â Mindy asks incredulously.
She has a skip, but with Sam sitting between the two of you, it wouldnât be useful to play it. She groans and throws down a yellow two.
âDo something Sam, she canât win again.â
Sam laughs and scans through her cards. She has a pretty good hand, and surprisingly a few different cards that could stop you from winning. The card she chooses to play, however, is a simple five.
What? Itâs not like she wanted you to win or anything, she just liked seeing Mindy lose.
Dramatically, you slam your hand down on the top of the pile, ridding yourself of your last card and giggling gleefully as you go.Â
âYou had a wild card as your last card?!â
You smile so brightly at Mindy that Samâs sure the other girl might go blind.
âRead it and weep, Meeks!â
âI hate you!â
Thereâs some brief discussion on which game should be played next, and everyone agrees when Quinn suggests Pictionary.Â
âLetâs do it in pairs,â Chad chimes in, throwing his arm around Tara.
âI get to pick first, since I won!â You gloat.
You scan the members of the table, searching for whoever would be best to assist you in scoring another win. When your eyes land on Sam, you know exactly who to pick to secure your victory. Plus, you mightâve been harboring a secret crush on the girl, so itâd double as a good bit of bonding.
âWanna join me, Sam?â
She gulps, but nods rather furiously. Her words come out so quick, she nearly stumbles over them altogether. âYeah, yeah count me in.â
You grin at her and her heart flutters.Â
Tara and Chad pair up, and Mindy chooses Quinn, which Anika snorts at. She and Ethan happily team up, even though the choice was out of their hands.
The game goes exactly as you thought it would, with you and Sam in the lead by two points.
âSuck it Mindy, another point for us!â
Mindy fights back a scream of frustration, âYouâre only winning because of Sam!â
You shoot her a cheeky grin, âYup I know! Iâm not afraid to admit that sheâs carrying our team, it still means Iâm winning!âÂ
You place a hand on Samâs bicep, patting it softly as if youâre thanking it for its drawing skills.
Okay, so maybe youâd been dying to feel the hard muscle, watching it flex as she sketched out each prompt, but that was for you to know and you alone.
âSammyâs unstoppable, so glad that I have such an amazing partner.â
Everyone laughs, with the exception of Mindy who glares. Sam is eternally grateful for her tan skin, because it hides the blush that erupts on her cheeks at both the nickname and the compliment.
You and Sam win. You cheer and hop out of your seat, dragging Sam up with you. You dance around while she grins, just watching you. Suddenly, youâre leaning up to throw your arms around her shoulders, pulling her in for a victory hug. When Samâs hands land on your waist to return the embrace, itâs as if time slows. Sheâs completely engulfed in the scent of your flowery perfume and it makes her head spin deliciously. Youâre so warm against her, and she canât ignore how the two of you fit together so perfectly. It feels right to have you in her arms, and the thought scares her slightly.
When you pull away, she swears that her heart goes with you.Â
You flop back into your seat to gloat at Mindy a second time. Sam sits gingerly. She feels anxious, like one of her friends might be able to see how the rhythm of her heart shifted during the hug to match the pace of yours.Â
She wasnât used to this feeling. When she was with Richie, he never made her feel things so intensely. And god, this was all because of a hug? A hug with one of Taraâs friends, no less.
Sam sank further back into her chair, realizing how utterly fucked she was.Â
Now me and she held hands and we danced, nothing more // She kissed my hand a couple times, FaceTime when weâre bored
You were a frequent visitor to the Carpenterâs apartment after the game night. Youâd find any excuse to come over, whether it be helping Tara with chemistry or gossiping over a cheap bottle of wine with Quinn.Â
Tonight was one of those nights, where you and Quinn were sipping wine in between exchanging stories. Both you and the redheaded girl were sophomores whereas everyone else in the group were still freshmen. It helped having someone to recount the horrors of the frat-obsessed days with, and Quinn was nice enough to drop by the corner store to supply the wine, so it was always a welcome occasion to spend some time with the other girl.
Normally it was just the two of you, since Tara was usually off with one of the twins or Anika and Sam was almost always preoccupied by work.
Today though, was one of those rare dares where the older girl ended her work day early. Sheâd already finished a shift and gone to therapy, so with nothing else to do, she headed home.
Upon noticing that you were in the apartment, Sam tried her best to keep her distance. Her plan was to hide inside the walls of her bedroom and drown out the lovely sound of your laughter with some TV, but it was quickly spoiled by Quinn.
âSam, youâre here! Come sit with us.â
She smiled nervously and made her way over to the couch. Quinn was of course already taking up the lone chair, so she was left to join you on the loveseat.Â
Ever the observer, Samâs dark eyes took in the flush that rested in both yours and Quinnâs face, and the half-empty bottle of wine.Â
A light slur fills Quinnâs voice, âY/N was just about to tell me about this girl she met last year.â
Samâs ears perk up, and she turns to fully face you. Her knee bumps into yours as she shifts to be more comfortable, her skin burning where it had made contact with yours.
You snort out a laugh, âShe was kind of cute, I guess. I met her at some bar. She was tall, and like lean, and totally my type and all so I started giving her little signs to buy me a drink or something.â
Samâs nostrils flare at the talk of your attraction for this girl. Her dark eyes are boring into you, tracing over your entire body while you speak.
âShe came up to me and started flirting pretty heavily and then out of nowhere, some guy came up to us and threw his arm around her shoulder. It was weird âcuz she just kept flirting with me and then he started flirting too and then all of a sudden they told me they wanted a threesome.â
Quinn laughs hard, leaning over to shove your shoulder. The alcohol has made her limbs heavier, and she pushes you with a lot more force than she likely planned, toppling you over and onto Samâs lap.
Sam reacts quickly, catching you by the waist to stop you from tumbling off the couch. She internally screams at the feeling of her hands on your bare midriff, the cropped shirt you were wearing leaving part of your lower torso uncovered.Â
You squeal and break into laughter, uncaring that your limbs are now tangled up with Samâs legs.
You make no move to readjust yourself, so she doesnât either. The way your weight is partially leaning up against her is too good, feels too right.Â
Quinnâs phone rings and she gasps, waving her phone around for you and Sam to see. âItâs Max! I gotta go, heâs the one who actually manages to get me off.âÂ
The girl races up to get ready.
Sam, the protective person that she is, calls out to her.
âQuinn, be careful! Take an uber or something.â
ââKay!â
She runs out the door, leaving the amalgamation that is you and Sam behind.
You untangle your arms from her legs and flip over to face her. Her legs open to instinctively make room for you, and you lay yourself in between them, your cheek resting on her tight core.
Sheâs panicking at not just the position, but your proximity. Though she had spent a considerable amount of time with you due to your recurring presence in her apartment, sheâd never stopped being slightly nervous around you. She understood it was because of the feelings that she harbored, but she wished some of her usual confidence could translate over to the time she spent with you too. It was slightly embarrassing to be a clean six years older than you and still fumble around like a schoolboy.Â
You turn and blink up at her from your spot on her abdomen. She stares down at you in response.
Things are still for a moment, as you look at each other, wondering what the other is thinking.Â
The liquid courage helps you break the silence.
âYouâre really pretty, Sam.â
Sheâs stunned, because sheâs been called hot, even sexy on a few different occasions, but never pretty.
Her heart sits high up in her throat.
âReally?â
You nod, all soft and encouraging, and she has no choice but to believe you because you look so sure.
âYouâre strong too, not just physically, but mentally. Youâre caring and always look out for everyone.â
Sheâs not sure what brought on this onslaught of compliments, but it causes so many different emotions to rise up in her chest. Sheâs lost on what to say, but she doesnât have to speak because you continue.
âSam, you're the most selfless person I know. You do so much for other people, itâs crazy!â
She laughs lightly, but it comes out more watery than sheâd planned it to be.
Your shiny eyes twinkle up at her, and you shimmy up her body so that youâre now lying on her upper chest, near her shoulder.
She could lean her head down and brush her lips against yours so, so easily. But she doesnât.
No matter how much she wants to, she holds herself back.
And god does she want to, more than anything, because youâre looking at her with a gentleness sheâs never seen before. With your eyes on her, she doesnât feel like the schizophrenic daughter of a serial killer whoâs rumored to have covered up a series of murders. She doesnât feel broken, or like the mistake that tore her family apart. Youâre looking at her like sheâs whole and like sheâs worth something good.Â
She knows that if she kisses you, sheâll probably never be able to stop, because youâre everything that someone like Sam Carpenter needs.
Loyal, loving, uplifting.
But sheâs scared, because every good thing sheâs ever had, sheâs broken. She couldnât risk bringing that upon you, because itâs you and you donât belong on the long list of people who have gotten hurt because of her.
Youâre too good, too perfect, too fucking young.Â
Her heart hurts. As much as she needs you, she wonât let herself have you.
As if youâre able to hear her internal battle, you continue your previous thought, âYou do so much for other people, but never anything for yourself. I wish youâd do more for yourself.â
A tear slides down her cheek, but in your tipsy state, you remain blissfully unaware. Instead, youâre playing with the ends of her hair and twirling it around your fingers. You donât even know it, but your touch comforts the vulnerable girl immensely.Â
You sigh heavily, press a quick kiss to her clothed shoulder, and push yourself off of her. You stand and move to gather your stuff, clearly getting ready to leave.
âYouâre leaving?â She asks, despite it being obvious that you are planning to.
Wobbling slightly, you slip your jacket over your shoulders. âMhm, itâs late.â
She sits up and moves to stand by the door, grabbing her trusty bomber jacket.Â
You tilt your head confusedly, âWhat are you doing?â
Sam looks at you like itâs obvious, âIâm gonna walk you home. Itâs dark, you shouldnât go alone.â
A series of giggles bubble out of your mouth, âNo, you stay here Sam. Besides, if you walk me home, Iâll have to walk you home so you arenât alone in the dark.â
She smiles despite the stupidity of it all. Then, a thought crosses her mind. She probably shouldnât, she knows, but she canât help herself from offering it up as an option.
âHow about you spend the night here?â
Your eyes are wide, doe-like, and you pause to consider the offer. âHmm, okay. Thatâs the most fair thing to do.â
Samâs pleased with herself, glad to have found a happy medium where neither of you would have to worry about the otherâs safety.Â
âTake my bed for the night, Iâll do the couch.â
You shake your head vehemently. âNo, no.â
You walk over to her, grab her hand, and tug her towards her bedroom. She doesnât protest.
Once inside her bedroom, you nudge her so that sheâs standing in front of her bed.Â
âYou sleep here, Iâll take the couch.â
She goes to argue, but you shush her.
You lift your still-joined hands and press a kiss to the top of hers.
âGoodnight, Sammy.â
You release your hold on her and shuffle out of the room.Â
The next morning, she smiled at your sleeping form as she passed the couch on her way to work.Â
Things shifted in your relationship after that night. Sam still told herself you two were just friends, despite the way you both acted like more.Â
You started coming over to the apartment just to see her whenever she was free. The two of you would cook together, flirty comments thrown in here and there as the food was prepared. Other times you would watch a movie on the loveseat, sat so close together that your thighs touched.
When you were too busy to travel through the chaotic NYC transportation systems to visit Sam, youâd FaceTime her. Though you claimed to be bored, you both knew the real reason for the calls.
Her feelings for you grew, and yours did too.Â
Though you had a sneaking suspicion that she returned your feelings, you didnât want to pressure the older girl. Sheâd gone through far too much, and so youâd be patient and wait for her to come around to the idea of something more.
And when temptation calls, I never pick up
Samâs urge to kiss you popped up a few more times.
You were always so thoughtful, she couldnât help it.
On days when you knew sheâd worked a late shift the night before, youâd appear at the door with her favorite coffee and a muffin the following morning.
You texted her nightly, reminding her to eat if she hadnât already.Â
Youâd go to parties with Tara, not because you wanted to, but to keep an eye on her for Samâs sake.
You memorized her therapy schedule and made sure to send a heart or some sweet little message right when the session ended.
Safe to say, Sam had fallen for you despite her desperate attempts not to.Â
Though she was tempted to say something to you, she always made sure to hold herself back.
She was deeply traumatized and had the scars to prove it, you deserved better than someone like her, someone your age who was actively building a future for themselves instead of working two dead end jobs and struggling to afford the cityâs high cost of living.
More than that, she had her younger sister to consider. She didnât know how she could possibly tell Tara, wasnât sure if the shorter girl would find it weird for her to be dating someone practically the same age as her.
You were just too young and it would never work out between you two because of it.
You bring me joy, joy, joy, joy and you fill a void that was once missing
Sam had been avoiding you for a while, and you were upset. Youâd grown used to spending all of your time with the older girl and quite honestly, you missed her.Â
So you did what any person would do and showed up on her doorstep. You were slightly nervous, Sam usually sent you her weekly schedule so you knew when sheâd be working but she hadnât this week.
You arenât sure if youâve done something wrong or if something has happened, but youâre sure that youâre about to find out.
Sadly, you aren't, because itâs Quinn that opens the door.Â
âOh hi, sorry Iâm just looking for Sam?â
Quinn gives you a small smile, waving you in. âSheâs not here, I think sheâs working late at the bar tonight. You can come in and wait though.â
âOkay.â You enter the apartment and chat idly with Quinn for a bit. She shares a few stories of her recent hookups before she has to leave to attend her evening class.
Youâre alone in the Carpenterâs apartment, so you decide to make yourself useful and prepare a dinner for them. They almost never had time to do so, practically living off of cheap takeout, and youâre more than happy to try to sneak in a few solid meals for them here and there.
Sam always looked at you so gratefully whenever she came home to a nice dinner, so maybe itâd get you back into her good graces. If it didnât, at least youâd know she got some sort of nutrition in her diet.
Lucky for you, someone has gone shopping recently, so you get to work on making a spaghetti dish with a salad to go with it.
Along the way, you lose track of what youâre doing. When youâre finally finished with cooking, you realize that youâve unconsciously set the table and dimmed the lights to create a more calming atmosphere.Â
Whoops?
The apartment door opens, and in walks a very tired looking Sam. Her shoulders are hunched over, and she kicks her boots off, uncaring of where they land.
You make a small noise and she halts, snapping her head up and gasping at the sight of you and the display of food on the dining table.
âHey Sam, sorry, Quinn let me in and I kind of got carried away but I can go if you wan-â
Her firm body slams into yours, and she wraps you up into a tight hug.
You sigh and melt into the contact, tucking your head underneath her chin. A pleased sound rumbles through her chest and she pulls you impossibly closer.Â
When she pulls away, she tilts your chin up gently so that youâre looking into her eyes. The deep brown color is swirling with emotion and youâre struck by the beauty of them.
âThank you,â she says softly, âThis week has been so shitty and you just made everything better.â
Your eyebrows knit together, concernedly, âIâm sorry to hear that. Here, go sit.â
She obeys, and sits in her usual spot. You fix her a plate, making sure to grab an extra bowl so she can serve herself some salad.
You place it in front of her and move to sit across from her.
Sam eats while you make little jokes and teasing comments, and sheâs sure that this is the way things are meant to be. All her troubles are pushed out of her mind. Her fatherâs voice is silent. The people that hate her are so momentarily insignificant she forgets they even existed in the first place.
You make her so happy, and with you, the person she was before she was attacked, before the drugs, before her father walked out on her, that person feels safe enough to come out. The piece of her that was missing returns, and itâs all because of you.
Youâre washing her dishes, and carefully listening to her talk about her horrible week, and Sam finally feels herself snap.
When youâre drying your hands on the small towel that hangs beneath the sink, sheâs grabbing you by the shoulders and twisting you around to face her.
âWha-â
Her lips are on yours, no hesitation, no going back. Youâre too stunned to return the kiss for a moment, but god when you finally do? Itâs perfect, too perfect. Your soft lips against her slightly chapped ones drive her wild, along with the soft little gasps and groans youâre releasing. Itâs everything, but sheâs waited so damn long for this that itâs still somehow not enough.
Her hips are pinning yours to the sink, her hands clutching both sides of your face. Itâs then that she growls lowly, bites your lip, and slips her tongue into your mouth when you moan in pleasurable pain.
Samâs kisses are incessant, furious and intense, just like her. You want to get lost in them forever, would gladly do so.
But then, all too soon, sheâs pulling back and touching her lips as if her mind has finally caught up to her actions.
You should find someone else // Iâm not the one for you, shit, Iâm still growing up by myself
âWait, wait, we canât.â
Youâre still dazed, not quite sure what she means. âHuh?â
âI canât do this, I-â She runs her hands down her face, clearly in distress.
âSam, itâs okay, calm down.â
She shakes her head, âNo, I canât.â She continues, âIâm sorry, but this will never work. You deserve better than me.â
Sheâs sighing, raking a hand through her long hair, âIâm older than you, Iâm fucked up. Iâm not what you deserve. I donât have anything figured out. Youâre young, you should find someone else, someone your age whoâll be grown up by the time theyâre my age.â
Youâre frowning at her. âSam, none of that is true.â
Boy I know that we could be more than just friends // But youâre scared
Sheâs scoffing, doubtful.Â
But you refuse to give up so easily, âSam, look. It doesnât matter, okay? I donât care that you donât have a stupid college degree or a 9-5 job.â
She looks at you so sadly, âBut you should. Iâm a mess, and thatâs not what you deserve. Weâd never work.â
Youâre frustrated. âLook, I donât care about what I deserve! It doesnât matter to me, not when you exist.âÂ
You step forward, moving into her personal space. You cup her cheek, thankful that she doesnât move away from the touch. Your thumb strokes her skin softly while you talk, âWe both know that we arenât just friends. We could be so much more, and it would work, Sam. Youâre scared, and I get why, but this is what we both want. Please donât punish yourself for thinking I deserve more than you. Youâre what I want, the only one I want.â
You lean up on your tiptoes and press a chaste kiss against her lips before pulling back.
âI love you, Sam. So much. All you have to do is let me, and I will.â
Sam searches your eyes, and finds only love looking back at her.Â
Sheâs been selfless for so long now, maybe itâs time she started thinking about herself and what she deserves, what she wants, what she needs.
She deserves to be happy with you, she wants to, and she needs to.
So for once in her life, she stops being so worried about everyone else, and lets herself have you.
With a sweet, meaningful kiss to your lips, you get your answer.
âI love you too.â
And girl I know that youâre the one for me
#sam carpenter x reader#sam carpenter imagine#sam carpenter x you#sam carpenter x y/n#lonelym00n fic
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Bull Riding & Boobies
Plot: Going to the bar and bull riding đ¤ˇđ˝ââď¸
Sexual Content: slight exhibitionism, grinding
Word count: 2.5k
The mechanical bull was throwing him around like he weighed nothing, but he was holding on for dear life, refusing to be tossed off. His hair was pulled into a loose bun on the top of his head. His head was thrown back in laughter, eyes crinkled shut, and with the widest smile on his face.
âI hate physical activity!â He hollered and everyone in the small bar laughed up at him. His friends were chanting for him to get someone up there with him and my friend did not hesitate to try and push me forward.
âNo, thereâs no way I can get up there with Harry fucking Styles! I canât even believe we ended up in the same fucking bar as him!â I hiss at her as she still tries to push me forward.
âThis is your chance, plus itâs your birthday! Just go!â She laughs at me and gives me a harder shove that actually makes me move forward a couple of steps. I turn around to see if anyone has noticed and, of course, I see one of his friends pointing at me.
Just as I am about to turn around and run for the hills, his head turns my way. The ride had come to a pause and it seems his friend had gotten his attention to turn towards me. I stood frozen, unable to move from his gaze. His eyes were sparked with mischief, adorning a matching smirk.
My best friend started pushing me forward again and all I could do was shake my head. I could see Harry start to laugh as he lifted his pointer finger to motion me over. I guess I didnât have much of a choice now. I couldnât say no to the Harry Styles.
I start to walk over, shocked, and face red with heat that could put hell to shame. As I approach, he looks down at me from his spot perched up on the fake bull and smirks once again. âHope on up, love.â He says and pats the spot in front of him.
Shaking my head a little to clear the chaos and get a bit of confidence back I look up to him and smile sweetly. âWhich way do you want me⌠love? Would you rather look at my chest or my backside?â I question, and wow where did that come from. I look back up at him through my thick lashes and see the shocked look on his face.
I could see how stunned he was, but he soon shook the feeling from himself and his eyes immediately darkened. I was so startled by the quick change that I subconsciously took a step back. With the smirk back on his face he reaches a hand down for me to take and helps me hop on, my back flush with his chest.
âI guess we know youâre an ass man then, Harry Styles.â The words tumble from my lips before my mind could catch up with my mouth. Before I could overthink I turned to look at him with a smirk and see heâs leaning into my ear. âI would say both, but for this specifically, I am definitely an ass man.â He says and I involuntarily shiver from the feeling of his breath cascading down my neck.
I canât help the way my head falls back into his chest as my eyes flutter shut, the feeling going straight to my core. I feel his hands slide around me, one grasping my hip and the other grasping the handle in front of us.
âCouldnât pass up the opportunity to have a free ride.â His voice drops lower as his mouth meets the skin just below my ear. Goosebumps rise across my skin understanding what he was implying. Who would have thought he would be so⌠filthy and straight forward in such a public space and with a stranger.
The grip he has on my waist is burning straight through me. His rings pressed into my skin and I can feel how clammy his hands were from the previous round he did up here. I glance to my side to see my friend staring at us, mouth on the floor. I simply shrugged at her, silently telling her âthis was your idea.â
She laughs at herself and shakes her head, walking off towards the bar. Knowing her, sheâs going to have a round waiting for us when this is over.
Having not been paying attention to the task at hand I jump, startled when the ride slowly starts moving. âBetter hold on love, it doesnât stay this easy.â Harry leans back down to my ear. The hand on my hip slides around my waist and pulls me back, until I am practically sitting on his lap.
I wiggle my hips around a bit to tease him. âYouâre in for one hell of a free ride.â I chuckle towards him when I hear the smallest groan fall past his bright, pink lips, wet from licking them.
I still canât wrap my head around him being so forward with a random girl, but Iâm not complaining. I just canât believe this is actually happening, and to me of all people, and on my birthday. Whatever God people believe in, Iâm thanking him.
âI hope this is okay, love. Did I mention how gorgeous you are? Iâm glad my friend put my attention on you.â He says into my ear, the bull starting to move around a bit more. His lips move down to my neck and leave a small open-mouthed kiss.
âMmm, this may sound bad to say to a stranger, but itâs more than okay.â I tell him, moving my neck more to the side to give him more access, hoping heâll keep up the gentle assault. âI have a feeling this is going to be one hell of a birthday present.â I say.
He pulls back a little to look down at me, eyebrows raised with a surprised look on his face. âWell then, should I wait to tell you happy birthday before or after your present?â If I wasnât on this contraption my thighs would be pressed so tight together. The suggestion in his tone is fogging my brain. âHow about after.â I tell him.
Just as he was about to respond the machine jerked particularly hard and sent my backside grinding right into his lap. I let out a gasp, only now realizing the hardness pressed up against me. The fact that I was wearing a dress that ended up laid out over the both of us instead of underneath my bottom made it easy to feel everything⌠and there was definitely a lot to feel.
âJesus fuck.â He groaned out, head dropping to my shoulder. The machine continued to jerk around some more. It was both sending my ass back into his center and whipping us around like ragdolls. It somehow managed to be perfectly balanced, riling us both up some more.
I can feel how sweaty he is behind me. His arms coated in a thin sheen, glowing in the darkened room. It's coating through his shirt enough that I can feel it on my back, and it may seem weird, but I canât wait to get a taste. His grip tightens on my waist briefly and I turn to look at him questioningly, only to see his gaze focused solely on my chest.
I can tell he wasnât lying about being a boobs and ass guy, because if we werenât up here right now, based on the look on his face, it would be buried into my chest. I canât help but groan thinking of those diamond shaped lips wrapped around my nipples, sucking and biting them. I can see him teasing his hand down into my panties and praising how wet I was for him from a simple touch.
Still not believing that I was quite literally on Harry Styles fucking lap I glance around the small bar and see that no one is actually paying attention to us up here. I would assume it was because there werenât many people here to begin with.
Suddenly, Harryâs arm that was around my waist lets go, and for a split second I panicked knowing I would go flying off if he wasnât holding on. But just as quickly as he let go, he was grabbing onto me again, except this time his arm went under my dress to hold on to me.
âStill okay, love?â He asks, and I canât lie, my heart fluttered at the way he was caring enough to make sure I was okay with everything. I tell him yes, and I canât deny how turned on I am that heâs doing this. Turned on by the fact that anyone can look over at us and see his hand under my dress and the looks on our faces and know exactly whatâs happening up here.
With another quick look around I turn and glance at him. His eyes are black, no longer green, the lust is pouring from him and the second we make eye contact the tension between us skyrockets. Deciding to take this further I pick up the rhythm of the ride, grinding back into him in time with the machine.
Aside from his hand being under my dress, from the outside it simply looks like weâre successfully maneuvering our way on this beast, not teasing each other up here. âYou gonna come with me when weâre done up here?â He quite literally moans in my ear. His voice is several tones deeper, raspy, and laced with need.
âAs long as you want me to. Nothing more Iâd waâŚâ I couldnât control the moan that fell from my mouth. The cheeky fucker decided it was the pefect time to take the hand that was holding onto me and move it to my core. He wasnât shy at all, because he full on pulled my panties to the side and swiped his fingers from my entrance to my clit, stopping to rub a small circle.
My head fell forward as I gasped for air, shocked he was bold enough to do that up here. He pulled his hand back and I couldnât stop the whine that fell from my lips, needing more than just the small, tantalizing touch.
âHarry, donât fucking tease me. If youâre gonna touch me then do it and donât stop.â I snap at him, turning my head in his direction, frustrated with the teasing. I wanted to slap the smirk right off of his face. âSo fucking needy baby, donât worry. Iâll take care of that ache between your legs. Get your belly in that feeling I know youâre craving right now.â And Christ does his filthy mouth make the wetness between my legs pool even more.
He glances around for a second before he suddenly grabs my hair and pushes me down so that my chest is flat against the ride. As soon as he does the machine starts jerking very violently, sending his hardness right up into my center with each movement.
It takes everything in me not to moan out, because every movement pushes him straight into my clit. The roughness of his jeans is very noticeable through my thin underwear. Being up here is doing nothing but sending us both spiraling and I canât wait to get off. It seems like weâve been up here for hours, but it couldn't have been more than two minutes.
Thereâs no way people donât know whatâs happening here. It takes one glance at us to see me bent over, face and chest flush against the bull, Harryâs hands wrapped in my hair and around my waist, and his hips driving into me at a sickening pace. If there werenât clothes separating us his cock would be driving straight into the spot I crave him the most.
Harry bends over so his mouth hits my ear, moaning absolute filth to me while his hips continue driving into me. âIf there werenât people around right now love I would have my cock so deep in you youâd feel me up in your tummy. I can feel how wet you are, soaking me through my pants, gonna make it look like I came for you up here. Wanna have you bent over a counter right now so you can watch me in the mirror, fucking you so good I have to hold you up.â I can only moan, feeling myself clench around nothing.
âFuck baby, I can feel you tryna squeeze me.â He moans, his face so close to my mouth that I canât help but to reach out and kiss him. Only we both get thrown from the ride and Iâm scrambling to keep my dress covering myself.
I catch my breath for a minute and glance over at Harry who is smirking down at his pants. There is, in fact, a wet spot right where we were attached and, although Iâm still very turned on, I canât help the need to look down, letting my hair fall across my face as a curtain to hide the embarrassment.
âDonât be shy now, love. Weâre just getting started.â He says and holds a hand out to help me up. He starts leading me away from the ride towards the bathrooms and if I wasnât so turned on from the ride I would have refused, but itâs Harry Styles and I am turned on. So, to the bathroom we go.
I glance over my shoulder for my friend and catch her eye. The look sheâs giving me letâs me know she saw what just happened and canât fucking believe it either. I gave a shrug and waved my hand at her letting her know she can leave without me if she wants. She nods and then shakes her head laughing while leaving. Right before we walk into the bathroom she hollers happy birthday to me across the bar. Fortunately, no one was paying attention or everyone would see me walking in here with a guy.
Luckily, this is a single bathroom and it isnât occupied. He swiftly locks the door and grabs my waist, shoving me into the door with just enough force that itâs still attractive. His lips are on my neck in an instant. âYou looked so good bent over for me out there, love.â and he pulls back slightly to finally smash his lips onto mineâŚâŚâŚ
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thinking about punk!jade and piercing his ear for him. maybe jade decides that he wants to experiment with his sense of style more by having his other ear pierced and who better to ask than his mate? he sees it as his mate making their mark on him and feeling giddy about being known as theirs. finally the times come to pierce his ear and he closes his eyes to prepare himself. jadeâs seen his fair share of blood, so heâs fine, but the prefect mistakes his actions as him being nervous. While he waits he hears the prefectâs voice to focus on them then he feels their hand on his face, their body pressed close, and best of all, their lips on his. he barely notices the needle when heâs got his lover smothering them in love. if getting his ears pierced means he has his mate all over him and some cool-looking earrings then perhaps heâll look more into punk inspired looks.
this was spurred on by a gif exactly like this but i feel as though this might be kinda niche so if it doesnât vibe with you please ignore me and my 2am thoughts ( ´ â `)ă
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See this is cute, but also you need to be very careful when piercing, so unfortunately for Jade, if his mate is the one piercing him they can't be distracted with kisses. HOWEVER if they go to a professional piercer:
âSo you did this one.â The piercing artist pointed at the sturgeon scale earring on his left. âWhen you were 12. Under the seaââ
âWith a fishhook.â Jade added, 'helpfully.'
â...with a fishhook, and by some miracle it didn't get infected?â
You snorted at the look the piercing artist gave Jade, a mix of incredulous and impressed. She was covered in a variety of silver jewelry, from her lips, nose, and eyebrows, to her cheeks and the many in her ears. They suited her very well, especially with her pointed ears and the skeletal tattoos on her arms.
âMy mother found out the next morning when she woke us up for school. Just about scared the whole neighborhood awake with her screams.â Jade's lips quirked up, as he was fond of the memory.
âShe'd agreed to have the doctor do it for us after school the next day, but my brother was rather impatient and wanted to wear the earrings right then and now.â
âJade let out a soft chuckle. Indeed Ms. Nastasia. We did end up going to the doctor to clean the holes out and fashion the scales to a proper earring instead of a fishhook, as Floyd was already having a reaction.â
The artist sighed again and fiddled with the chain hanging between her ear lobe and the tip of her ear.
âSounds right, so the rest of these,â she pointed two fingers around his ear lobes. âAre from the doctor later on?â
âYes.â Jade clenched his hands uncomfortably as the pulled on a pair of black latex gloves. He thinned his lips as she started touching his ears.
You tapped your own fingers on top of his hand, which he opened and let you lace your fingers with his.
âSorry.â Natasha gave Jade a small smile. âI'll quit poking you in a sec, I gotta inspect your ears. I gotta make sure that your old piercings are still good. Merfolk don't wear jewelry often, right?â
âIt's fine.â Jade looked down, watching as you fidgeted with his hand. âNo, we don't. You tend to run the risk of long or dangling jewelry getting caught in someone else's fins, in kelp, or in fishermen's nets.â
âAh, that makes sense.â Nastasia smiled as she leaned back, turning to her countertop to get her tools ready.
âUnfortunately, it seems that most of them did close over time, I'm guessing it got too long since you've worn jewelry in them. I'll have to repierce most of them, but I recommend doing just one today to see how you'll do, and we can do some more at another session.â
Jade nodded and tapped his free hand against his chin.
âI see...which one should I do...â He turned to you to ask. âWhat do you think of another earring on me?â
You gasped excitedly and bolted from his grasp, confusing him and Nastasia. They watched as you looked among the various jewelry, humming to yourself.
âOh!â You twirled back around, grinning. âIf you get another earring on your right ear, can I pick the earring?â
âJade raised a brow at you, smirking as he crossed his arms. I suppose, what is it?â
âIt's gonna be a surprise! Ms. Nastasia! Can you do this one?â
Nastasia got up, looked at the piece you pointed at and nodded.
âIf he's fine with it.â She looked over at him, to which he nodded.
âAlright! Let me get everything ready.â
You took a seat next to Jade again, excitedly tapping your feet against the ground and playing with Jade's hand again.
âIt's great! You're gonna love it Jade!â
âJade smile and squeezed your hand in his. I'll trust your judgement then.â
Nastasia slid over in a rolling chair, pulling a wheeled trolley with her tools. Jade noticed that she was hiding something wrapped in plastic as she prepared her piercing needle.
âAlright, sweetheart? Why don't you talk to your boyfriend? Something sweet while I get his ear ready.â
You nodded, moving to his left side as Jade tensed at the cold alcohol pad being wiped over his ear lobe.
âHey, Jade?â
Jade moved his gaze to you, lips quirking as you came closer to whisper in his ear.
âYes?â
He felt a tingling feeling go down his spine as he felt your breath against his skin.
âShould we match too? Me and you?â
You giggled as Jade smiled, his left arm reaching to curl around your waist.
âOh? Isn't that what humans use wedding bands for? To match to each other? Don't you want to be wed, my dear?â Jade murmured back, closing his eyes as you pressed soft kisses against his temple.
âYeah, we can do those too. We can have matching earrings, bands,â You laughed again against his ear. âThis is just so when people ask about your earring, you can tell them all about how I picked it out, cause you're mine.â
Jade closed his eyes, basking in your affections as you continued to flutter his cheek, lips, and forehead with kisses. A cough interrupted you two.
âAs cute as this is, you're all done now.â Nastasia laughed at your surprised expressions. âHere, take a look and tell me what you think.â
Nastasia handed Jade a handheld mirror, who was currently looking flustered.
âApologies, I hadn't realized that you even finished.â
âIt's fine.â Nastasia waved her hand, smiling as Jade inspected the heart shaped mushroom stud in his right ear. âI try to get my clients thinking about happy thoughts so they're distracted from the pain. Most of them don't even realize that they got pierced.â
You rested your head against Jade's shoulder, waiting for his response.
âDo you like it?â
Jade remained silent, still staring at the silver mushroom.
â...Jade?â
He handed the mirror back to Nastasia, turning to you to grab your cheeks in his hand and squeeze them together, making you purse your lips.
You squealed, laughing as Jade returned your earlier favor and kissed your lips.
âIt's wonderful, my dear.â Jade let you go, turning to Nastasia with a smile. âIf we still have some time, perhaps we can follow through with their commitment and pierce their ear as well?â
Nastasia snorted as she looked at you for your response. âOh? You want to match with your boyfriend?â
The teasing tone in her voice made you warm up as you nodded shyly.
âYeahâŚyou really want to, Jade?â
âWhy, of course!â Jade moved to let you take his spot as Nastasia put away the used tools and grabbed sterilized ones. âYou said you wanted others to know I'm yours as much as you're mine? We should make that a reality~â
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MIDNIGHT FUN
SUMMARY: What is better than a simple sleepover party turning into an amazing banging session.
PAIRINGS: JUNGKOOK X READER X MINGYU
WORD COUNT: 1.2 K
SMUT WARNINGS: Fingering, blowjob, hickeysss , doggy style,cum eating. nothing much but lmk if I missed anything. also, Jungkook has an elf bar. Also please note this contains CHEATING THEMES WHICH I DONT PROMOTE IRL
A/N : A teeny tiny drabble for the sweetest person who requested this I hope I did well<3 lmk if you liked it <3 THIS MY 300 FOLLOWERS SPECIAL, THANKYOU SO MUCH ! đđ ALSo Tumblr works on reblog system please reblog !! Also a simple âit good or itâs greatâcan make my entire day đ
Humming at whatever hell Haerin was babbling Mingyu texted Jungkook letting him know he would be in your room after midnight when Haerin was asleep.âŻÂ
You decided to call Mingyu and Haerin for a sleepover tonight. The four of you hung out at your place to celebrate your Academic award.âŻÂ
Haerin did her night skincare and some other skincare stuff you gave. âGyu are you even listening?â Haerin looked in the mirror sighing when she didn't receive any answer from Mingyu.âŻÂ
On the other hand, you get ready for bed while Jungkook is on his phone, and you wear black lingerie, it had garter attached to your panties with a chocker attached to the bra leaving nothing for the imagination.âŻÂ
You stood leaning on the bathroom door slightly whistling, looking up at Jungkook gasping, his phone dropping on the sheets. He walks towards you.âŻÂ
âOh my god y/n you look like a goddess, dressed up for me baby?â He whispers his hands smoothly inching towards your waist.Â
âDo you like it? Bought it yesterdayâ you say winking at him and biting your lips surpassing a moan when his hands grope your waist tightly, while his lips leave wet kisses on your neck.âŻÂ
âReally you look perfect babyâ Jungkook growls in your neck âCome baby letâs get on the bed yeah?â He says guiding you to the bed sitting against the headboard and having you in between his legs.âŻÂ
Your head is thrown back when he palms your breasts over the bra pinching on your nipples occasionally âKookâ you moan his name hand going to clutch on his small wisps of hair on the back.âŻÂ
His fingers slowly inched towards your core first drawing silly patterns on your clothed pussy and then your clit, you let out a sultry moan gasping and twitching in his hold.âŻÂ
âStay calm y/n or Iâll stopâ Jungkookâs voice now sounded demanding, you spread your legs more when he slaps your inner thigh still teasing you over your panties never giving you what you want.âŻÂ
âKook please need it inside meâ you whine holding back from twitching in his hold when he pinches your clit. âHmm gonna give you nowâ Just as he says he pushes your panties to the side.âŻÂ
âSo wet baby what got you so worked up huh?â Jungkook chuckled going straight towards your clenching core. âThat was the prettiest sound i heard baby moan just like that y/nâ He coxes when you moan out his name.âŻÂ
His fingers were now inside you are thrusting inside you and hitting at your g spot âKook yeah just like that gonna cumâ you whine your head on his shoulder while you inch up to kiss his lips.âŻÂ
âYeah, go ahead cum baby,â he says his fingers increasing the speed.âŻÂ
âDoes it feel good y/n?â Jungkook asks while you nod instantly soon wetting his fingers with your slick. Thatâs when you hear your front door opening.âŻÂ
Black sweatpants hanged low on Mingyu as he almost gulps looking at the site. You are shocked too âMingyu what are you doing here? You shouldnât be here what if Haerin comes here looking for you?â You Panicked while Jungkook Chuckled , sucking on fingers covered with your slick. Â
âCalm down y/n nothing will happen she is a heavy sleeper she wonât wake up until tomorrow, letâs concentrate on you yeah?â Mingyu says inching towards your bed, while you sigh getting up from in between Jungkook's grasp.âŻÂ
âMissed you Gyuâ you whisper near his lips slowly pecking his lips. âYeah, baby I missed you too,â Mingyu says kissing you back. Jungkook gets up from the bed and grabs his elf bar.âŻÂ
Mingyu then carefully pushes you onto the bed hovering above you while you giggle at his antics, your hands coming up to grab his biceps which are bulged up. He goes right back to kiss your neck just where Jungkook sucked some hickeys a few minutes ago.âŻÂ
You looked sideways finding Jungkook smiling at you while you made a âcome hereâ motion with your fingers. âMove gyu she wants me too, gonna give her what she wants, she deserves this after allâJungkook explains while Mingyu moves away.âŻÂ
While both of them occasionally teased you with their lips Mingyu's slender fingers now inched towards your wet core. While Jungkook removed your bra sucking in your nipples.âŻÂ
âMm gyu, kook enough need your cocks now,â you tell Knocking both the boys out of their worlds âJungkook you go first, Iâll let her have myself in her mouth,â Mingyu says going towards the headboard while Jungkook helps you to get in position.âŻÂ
You were now on all fours ,your ass swaying while Jungkook got ready to fuck while your mouth left kitten licks on Mingyuâs red tip swiping away his salty precum.âŻÂ
âFuck missed your mouth babyâ Mingyu curses above you his hands coming up to make a ponytail of your hair, so it doesnât get in between. Jungkook now eased into your pussy groaning at the tightness while you whine with Mingyuâs heavy cock inside you.âŻÂ
âFuck Jungkookâ curses left from all of your mouths. Jungkook thrusted faster making you cum first while Mingyu kept pushing your head more on his length soon cumming in your mouth and breathing heavily.âŻÂ
âGonna cum y/n,â Jungkook said his grip tighter on your ass cheeks which is gonna leave it red and swollen, you're sure. While you coax his orgasm to release Jungkook soon cums inside you. His hot cum painting your insides white some dripping down on your sheets.âŻÂ
âFuck y/n your pussy always leaves me tiringâ Jungkook chuckles feeling tired after his release. You laugh getting up to kiss his lips. âTake a shower yeah kook you did a lot today baby,â you say softly peaking his cheeks.âŻÂ
Humming his foot pads towards your luxurious bathroom. Your attention is now turned on Mingyu, âYou ready baby boy? Gonna leave me a dripping mess too?â You tease him getting him excited as fuck.âŻÂ
âOh, hell yeah I swear I wonât let you get on your feet tomorrowâ Mingyu chuckles getting on top of you his wet cock now kissing your clit âGet in now babyâyou plead almost begging.âŻÂ
Mingyu goes on with a slow thrust then speeds up his pace getting closer and closer to his release âYou did so good y/n, you looked really pretty at the ceremony baby you deserve the award, you deserve everything my babyâ Mingyu talks about the event while you thank him with giving a kiss on his lips sucking on them a bit more.âŻÂ
âFuck Mingyu âŚ. Right there Iâm gonna cumâ you cry when hits your g spot. Silently crying you cum on his huge cock while he follows right behind you collapsing on top of you and making small thrusts occasionally.âŻÂ
âDid good baby, sleep yeah?â Mingyu kisses your forehead removing the messy panties and cleaning you up.âŻÂ
Sleep overcomes you soon with Jungkook smelling of your body wash he hugs you with your face buried in his naked chest while Mingyu kisses your forehead as a good night and exits your room.âŻÂ
LEASH PART 1
LEASH PT 2
DRABBLE 1
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Hazbin edits
Almost my last batch of these?
I think I have two more before I moved on to drawing each design by hand to better understand what I want
So letâs get through and Iâll explain some of my concepts!
Cherri
Once again just trying to get a better grasp on her design. I donât have anything to say here that I havenât already said on another post.
Velvette
Deciding what colors and look I want to give her. Keeping the fashion doll idea, I wanted this to be as close to ânaturally herâ as Vel gets, as this look is mostly her at home with the Vees. The swirl cheeks kinda just came naturally to me, and matched her hair. I donât have much to say for her here, as I have an entire doodle page dedicated to figuring her out coming up.
Tom
Nothing too exciting, just double checking that I like his design, and I do! So this is most likely the last time Iâll draw him for now.
Vox
Voxâs design is already really good to me, I mostly just changed his colors and removed his stupid bow tie. His suit is closer to what people wore in the 1920s, because heâs lowkey copying Alastor, but do not mention that he will violently deny it. Added gold to show his greed focus, and the blues and teals add to the vibes of jealousy and envy he feels.
Valentino
I think for what he is in the show, Valentinoâs design is perfect. He does look like a 1970s pimp moth. I literally just changed his hat and adjusted his colors, and thatâs it. That being said, upon closer examination, the hazbin timeline is shit, so Valâs death and time period are both being pushed further back. As such, his design may change drastically. I really canât promise anything, unfortunately.
Rosie
Rosie my beloved! For her, I wanted to focus on making her silloutte more 1800s in style of dress. I gave her a bustle, and tried to give her more pretty colors. I added some orange to allude to her gluttony. As for the lines on her face, well⌠Our darling Rosie is a rose. I was inspired by Cult of the Lambâs The One Who Waits to give her a face that peels open to reveal a second face underneath.
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request. Can u do a father's Day with Tom riddle of how he spends time with his child?
cw. tom riddle x wife! afab reader, use of she/her pronouns, a changed riddle who let fatherhood make him become a better person.
a sigh escapes tomâs lips and he doesnât even bother to contain it. returning home and being met with the sight of toys scattered on the floor and the smell of milk permeating through the air revokes an odd feeling of nostalgia through tom as he avoids the obstacles on the floor and beelines straight to the dark grey sofa occupied by 2 individuals.
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tom places his briefcase on the coffee table and takes a good look at the mother and child snoozing together, soft breaths escaping their lips as they cling to one another in a quiet slumber. this time tom releases a softer sigh and easily drapes a random blanket on his family and retreats to his room for a quick shower, he decides to join them once heâs finished. it doesnât take long for the man to wash up and get changed, a quick flick of his wrist and his wet hair is dried and styled in its normal wear and heâs by their side, slowly and gently scooping the sleepy child into his hold. the mother stirs, eyes fluttering open and a yawn escapes her as she rubs at her eye, using the other open eye to scan the room. it rests on the standing figure of tom whoâs patting the babyâs back as softly as he can.
âoh honey, youâre back?â [name] asks, fixing the baby bib on her shoulder and placing the baby bottle on the table, which was previously clutched in her palm to feed their baby before the two decided to take a much needed nap.
âi wasnât required at work today so i came home early.â he shrugs, not too strongly of course since the babyâs cheek is smushed against his shoulder and he didnât want to wake him up.
âthatâs wonderful.â [name] claims, getting up from the couch to pat his free shoulder and places a hand over her mouth to cover the yawn âyou want something to eat? we had a late lunch around half an hour ago, or maybe it was 2 hours?â by the dazed look in her eyes tom wouldnât doubt it being over 2 hours ago.
âitâs fine, i ate before coming here.â he lifts a hand and places it on his wifeâs flushed cheek, using a thumb to caress it âhow was the little one when i was gone? didnât bother you much?âÂ
[name] raises a brow at him and allows a smirk to extend across her lips. tom seems to think that heâs a baby whisperer. he used to brag about how every time he was left to deal with one of the younger orphans back at woolâs, theyâd fall silent in his presence. [name] doesnât have the heart to tell him that the children were just scared of his glares. although, their little baby seems to actually enjoy his company, if the cutest little smile that lift his baby cheeks and incoherent babbling are anything to go by.
âhe was fine, didnât make a fuss, thank merlin.â the teething phase is a pain but little leo was being better than others his age. [name] lifts toms hand off her cheek and enters the kitchen, a few waves of her hand and she has the teapot hovering over 2 mugs.Â
tom takes a seat on the couch and shits the baby to rest on his lap, hands grasping two little ones as he fondly looks at the infant. he looks like a perfect mix between tom and [name], has tomâs black hair that shows the softest wave, [name]âs nose and lips and tomâs eyes. itâs a weird position tom finds himself in as he stares at their child. he thought it was foolish of people to settle down and procreate, thought it was weak and if you were to ask him 10 years ago if he was going to start a family of his own, he would have laughed in your face and walked away. now, however, tom finds himself cringing at his foolish 17 year old self, so self-absorbed and driven by all the wrong things.Â
âsickle for your thoughts?â [name] interrupts tom. he startles and presses rather harshly into tiny leoâs hand. a grimace overtakes the two as they fear the wailing that might follow but the baby merely peeks 2 eyes open and sends them a dissatisfied look âwoah, tommy, itâs like looking at a carbon copy of you.â [name] snorts as she scratches a finger against the puffy cheeks of the baby, hoping to placate him in some way.
âvery funny.â tom dryly replies and sends her a similar expression which does nothing to cease her amusement.
âstrong genes you got there.â the husband just rolls his eyes before looking back at his baby and smiling down at him.
âhad a good sleep, huh?â he asks his son who reaches up and tom holds him up allowing the boy to grasp the satin material of tomâs pajamas in his clutch, resting his cheek against toms chest.
âleo,â [name] calls softly from beside tom as she rubs the babyâs head affectionately âwanna tell daddy what we prepared for him?â tom raises one brow in curiosity as his baby stirs happily in place and mumbles something much like the word âcakeâ into toms neck.
âyou baked me a cake?â he asks and is momentarily met with a chocolate covered cake with the words âhappy fatherâs dayâ iced on top of it with what he presumes to be white chocolate. a shoddy art piece can be located towards the bottom of the cake and tom feels confident enough to credit little leo as the artist. something swells in toms heart as he receives a kiss on both cheeks from his two beloveds.
âhappy fatherâs day, love.â [name] whispers softly into his ear and tom picks up on the babble from leo â âappy papa day!â
with [name] feeding all 3 of them the cake and tom entertaining the baby, they sit together in perfect harmony. plans of revenge, destruction and war long discarded and forgotten in favour of this. tom quite liked the feeling that came with receiving kisses from his family as opposed to the splitting of oneâs soul.
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