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rafesslxt · 10 months ago

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neglected | mattheo riddle

summary: Theodore completly ignores you and doesnt take it serious that you miss him while he flirts with another girl at a party.. so his best friend has to help you filling up that hole inside your … chest.

warning: cheating? but is it if he does it first?, mattheo eating out the reader, fingering, nipple play, teasing, dirty talk, getting caught, he‘s a munch don‘t fight with me over this -

note: i do not support cheating, this is just for the story

— monday —

I don‘t know how many times I already begged but from time to time.. i felt more and more neglected.

"Theo, please just this one weekend! You had been busy with your friends and studying the last 3 weeks!" Yeah, 3 weeks since my boyfriend went on a date with me, had some quality time or touched me.

"Y/n I told you I don‘t have time. I already promised the boys I‘d come to the party. We‘ll see us there, I have to go study now, with Lydia." Before I could even say a word he left his dorm. I hear a chuckle coming from the other side of the room, making me turn my head in it’s direction.

"Told you you deserve better baby." Mattheo, Theodore‘s best friend said, sitting on his bed. They share a dorm and every now and then he would see Theo and me arguing.

I huff and leave the room, a aching feeling in my body.

— the next day —

"Theo please, I need you. You didn‘t touch me once the last few weeks." I whine into his ear, sitting next to him. He just groans, but not the way I want him to and gets up with his book in his hands. "Don‘t you see that you‘re distracting me?" Irritated he leaves the room, probably walking off to the library again.

Ugh.. i let myself fall back down onto the mattress and cross my arms over my face. Is it my fault? Did my body change somehow? Why the hell won‘t he touch me? But before I could continue my thoughts, I hear the door again, my head shooting up, hoping it is Theo who changed his mind but no, it‘s Mattheo. I groan frustrated and let my head fall back.

"Wow nice to see you too baby, but I think you‘re laying on the wrong bed." he says, teasing me.

"Sometimes I think like that too." I mumble into my arms and more to myself.

"What was that?" he asks. "Nothing."

— two days later —

Patiently I wait on Theo‘s bed, dressed all up.. or down, in his favorite lingerie set and a pair of black knee socks. When we got together half a year ago he told me he loved them on me, made my legs look even longer.

As the door opens my heart starts beating faster and I look up, shrieking and pulling the blanket over my body as I see who it is. "Damn mami is that for me?" Mattheo asks as he stand in front of Theo‘s bed with a smirk on his face, his mouth wide open.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked furious, not wanting him to see me like that. What If Theo comes in and would see us, what would he think?

"Last time I checked this is my room, sweetcheeks." "But you‘re supposed to have quidditch practice!" I whine and look for my clothes.

He chuckles and steps a bit closer as I stand up from the bed. "Could you turn around? I wanna get dressed." "No." "You are such a pain in the ass!" I roll my eyes at him and take my wand, mumbling "Colloportus“. and holding it towards the door so no one can come inside.

I let go of the blanket, thinking fuck it, and grab my skirt, pulling it over my legs and then my hips. "Did your cute little boyfriend leave you unsatisfied again?" he grins and takes a step closer. "You know.. I could help you with that." he says in a suggestive tone. "He’s your best friend Mattheo, stop this shit." "I can’t princess. Hurts me to see that pretty little body of yours, knowing how desperate it must be after all these weeks." he whispers the last part as he lets his fingers slowly brush over my arm, sending shivers down my spine. "See? It’s so hot for just a little attention." "No, it is cold, thats why." I say, swallowing down the clump in my throat as i nod towards the opened window.

Just as I wanted to reach down for my top, I see Mattheo getting down on his knees in front of me. He looks up and licks his lips. Damn.. something about a men on his knees for me made me feel slme type of way.

"Please let me touch your legs, please. Need to know how soft these pretty thighs feel." I could feel his warm breath against my skin, again, sending shivers down my… spine. wet pussy

"Mattheo get the fuck up I swear to god!" i hiss at him. Yes I closed the door with a spell but it wasn‘t really hard for everyone above first years to open it with a spell.

"Please, I swear If you let me just touch it I‘m gonna leave you alone for the rest of the week!" he pleads, looking at my face and then my legs. I sigh as I think about letting him. Damn was I really thinking about it? Am I really going to let my boyfriends best friend touch my thighs?

But I mean.. nothing’s wrong If I don‘t feel anything for it, right? Plus he would just leave me alone for a bit. "Fine." I press out.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I feel his big warm hands on my thighs. "Shit.." he mumbles as he lets them wander up and down my legs. He slighty squeezes them, making me sigh in relief.

I feel his curls against my skin before I can look down and see him kissing my flesh, grabbing it with a bit more strengh now. I had to bite my bottom lip as he starts massaging them. Completly lost in thoughts, I realize too late what he was doing.

Suddenly he stands up and kisses my cheek "Thank you, doll.", before leaving the dorm and leaving me breathless in the middle of the room. As I slowly come back from the dizzy feeling inside my head I again, stretch over to get my top but gasp with shaky breathing as I see what Mattheo left on my skin.

A hickey. And a bite mark. I didn‘t even notice him biting my leg. Shit.

— Saturday —

To say i was pissed, while sitting on a chair in some corner of the common room, was a big understatement. Theodore and I arrived at the party he talked about a few days ago.. 2hours ago. I saw him drinking with his friends and playing truth or dare in a little group, always walking away from me as soon as I approached him. So I decided to stop chasing him.

"What are you doing here all alone sweetcheeks?" I look to my right and see Mattheo. Of course it was him. "Leave me alone." I say, rolling my eyes and looking back to my boyfriend, sitting beside this girl named Lydia. She was a year under us I think.

Mattheo followed my gaze and shakes his head. "Well , the deal was I would leave you alone till end of the week. The week is over." I don‘t even answer him, not in the mood to argue.

"Yeah thanks for the hickey and the mark between." i say sarcastically. "Yeah it‘s not like your boyfriend would see, right?"

I roll my eyes again and look back at Theodore, to see him standing up. What was he going to do? Suddenly I see him taking Lydia‘s hand, pulling her up with him and kissing her. In shock I opened my mouth, but instead of crying like i normally would, my face got red in anger.

I tried everything and here he stands sucking of the face of that stupid thot. In the middle of the common room? With the girl he "studys" all the time? I bet that’s not the first time they kiss. Mattheo seems to see it too and looks at me more serious now. "Hey.. are you okay? I mean he‘s not worth it If you - " but before he can continue I grab him at the collor of his shirt and drag him with me to his dorm.

— 30 minutes later —

"Oh fuck yes, Mattheo!" I moan into the air, pushing his head against me while his lips suck on my clit, his fingers pumping inside me. "Shit who would have known that you go this feral for my tounge huh?" he smiles and mumbles against my skin.

"Stop talking and continue!" I whine and push his head back. I hear him chuckle before he laps at my throbbing clit again. God If I would have known how good this feels I would have had ended things with Theo way sooner.

His free hand slides across my body up to my left boob where he started to tease my nipple. I gasp and push my hips up, arching my back. My body was so sensitive I wanted to cry out of pleasure everytime he touched me somewhere.

It didn‘t took me long before my body starts trembling and shaking, Mattheo licking everything up as I come on his tounge.

"I could get drunk on your pussy." he groans before kissing me, making me taste myself on his lips.

"I hope you‘re ready cause that pussy screams for me." he whispers against my lips before going down on me again.

A few minutes in I hear someone yell. "WHAT THE FUCK?"

My head shot up and I looked to the door where Theo stood, looking ag us with an angry face.

I saw Mattheo looking at him over his shoulder, smiling at him with glistening lips. "Hey men, hope you don‘t mind? We got the impression you were busy.. never mind – bro how could you not eat that pussy like.. all day?"

"I‘m gonna kill you, Riddle!"

shorter than usual but I liked it 🌼

thanks for reading and supporting 🫶🏻

xoxo sarah <3

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skipper1331 · 24 days ago

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Crash // Alessia Russo

Request: hey, could you please write some angst for alessia if possible.

a/n: hope u like it :))

warnings: car crash

"Where are you taking me?" Alessia grumbled with her arms crossed as she sat in the passengers seat, not amused by the fact that she sat in the passenger seat.

"You know, I don‘t like it when you drive" she added, her frown only deepening.

Playfully offended, you gasped, "are you saying I’m not a good driver?"

She turned to you, answering dead serious, "yes!" she crumbled under the glare she got in return, your raised eyebrow never a good sign "no" she mumbled, her fingers slowly interviewing with yours. "It‘s my job to drive you around, not the other way around" the striker continued to ramble about the situation while you just smiled to yourself.

Usually, Alessia was always sat behind the steering wheel, driving you to your destinations. And though, you were able to drive yourself (license in your wallet since years) the blonde insisted on driving you every time. She even drove you to appointments that didn't involve her, such as coffee dates with your friends or else. She loved driving and especially driving you around or you just seated in the passenger seat.

"But I’ve a surprise for you, so relax" you smiled, "you‘re even allowed to be dj" you grinned, the blonde always complaining that you wouldn’t even play one song of her choice.

"You‘ve got the passenger princess privileges, use them, love"

Alessia grumbled something before she connected her phone, her playlist starting to play. "You‘re lucky you‘re cute"

You had something really nice planned which she would definitely enjoy. Lately, everything has been stressful with your studies and all the exams that were coming up. And Lessi had shown nothing but love and support during this time, which is why you wanted to do something special as a thank you.

Everything was perfect so far, the blonde slowly accepting the fact that you sat behind the steering wheel instead of her, the conversation flowing easily as always until suddenly a car appeared out of nowhere, hitting your side with a force.

That’s the last thing you remember.

"Is she okay?" Alessia asked the medic with a raspy shaky voice, panic radiating of her body. She didn‘t know where you were. The ambulance left immediately with you, everything happening so fast. One second, she was telling you about the derby and in the other second, the car left the road and hit a tree.

"Ma‘am, you need to sit." The medic ordered as Alessia attempted to get up, hissing in pain. Her arm and shoulder hurt awfully, her face slightly bloody as it trickled down her forehead and nose.

"No! I need to know! She wasn‘t speaking, her eyes were closed! I- i don’t know"

The medics tried to calm her down the best they could, but it didn‘t help much.

After a short examination of her, the second ambulance left for the hospital.

In the hospital, Alessia went through several checks. Her arm was broken but thankfully it was a straight and simple fraction and nothing splintered. Her cuts were taken care of, only the large one on her forehead needing stitches. "You were very lucky" the doctor explained, also explaining the rest of her treatment and more. But Alessia couldn’t listen, all she could think about was you.

Are you alright? Are you alive? Where are you? What was happening?

"What about my wife? Is she alright? Please tell me she‘s alright" Alessia begged, tears streaming down her face.

Alessia sat next to your bed, holding your hand, praying that you would open your eyes. Just anything.

She sat there for hours, not leaving your side at all. Each time a nurse came in, the blonde wanted to know everything. What were they doing? What meant this sound or that? Are you getting better? Anything. The thought of you not waking up was terrifying her.

"Lessi, i think you should go for a walk. Grab a coffee and some fresh air" her mother ordered, sensing that her daughter was thinking too much, holding your hand tightly.

"I can’t" she replied, her eyes not leaving your face.

"Less, she‘s right. As soon as something happens, we‘ll tell you immediately. I promise" your mother joined the conversation now.

"Ok-ay" in trance she stood up, walking backwards to the door, her eyes not leaving yours until she was out of the room.

When Alessia came back, nothing had happened (she hadn‘t even been gone for 5 minutes) yet she was disappointed. This was her worst nightmare.

She wasn’t able to protect you.

You looked so vulnerable in the hospital bed, so fragile. It broke her heart.

In the evening, her mum and your mum said their good bye to the girl, promising to come back in the morning, Alessia still refusing to leave your side and to sleep at home. She couldn’t.

You needed her.

You woke up in a bright room, groaning in pain. Looking around, you saw Carol sitting on a chair, reading a magazine. "Hey, you’re up" the magazine was long forgotten as she was at your side, offering you some water.

"Less" you rasped. You fiddled with the duvet, memories flashing in front of your eyes.

Car.

Tree.

Blood.

Less.

"Stay" her mother ordered, already calling the nurse.

"Where‘s Lessi?" you cried in pain, scared and terrified.

"Love!" Alessia‘s eyes widened as she re-entered your room, only gone for a minute to use the bathroom. "You‘re awake" she was at your side in an instant, holding your hand and rapidly kissing it. The other hand trying her best to cradle your head with the cast, "how are you feeling?"

"I‘m so sorry" you cried, "your car" you sobbed.

"I don’t care about the car right now" she stated firmly, wiping away the tears.

"You love your Mercedes"

"I don’t care about that stupid car. You‘re awake!" her voice slightly raised by all the emotions she was feeling.

In that moment a nurse came in, checking all things before the doctor joined, explaining everything and the following steps.

Carol left after the medical team had gone out of the room, sensing that both of you needed a minute alone, calling your mother to let her know what the doctor said.

"I‘ll pay you back, i promise" you refused to look at her, ashamed that the one time you were driving of course something had to happen.

"Look at me, please" she pleaded, her voice breaking slightly. She hadn’t seen your open eyes in days and now you refused to look at her. She couldn’t handle it. The lack of you in the last few days had been awful for her and not knowing if you would ever wake up, had been more than terrifying. It was a feeling she wouldn’t want anybody to feel. This fear, the feeling of not being able to breathe, as if her chest was constricting with every movement. And then the thoughts. Mentally she couldn't find rest because she hoped, prayed and mourned. There were too many emotions at once and the strongest of them was the most unpredictable - love. What would you do out of love?

When you looked at her, you realized how scared she must have been the last few days.

"Please don‘t cry" you whispered as you saw the tears, the exhaustion on her face and her injuries, "i thought-" she hiccuped, all feelings bubbling to the surface.

"I love you, i don‘t care about the Mercedes, okay? All i care about is you and that you‘re alive. That‘s all that ever matters to me" her hands cupped your cheeks, crying even more.

"Come here" groaning in pain, you scooted to the side, "stop moving. what are you doing!" Lessi asked with wide eyes, panic in her expression.

"Come here, please" with the pout on your face, she just couldn’t say no. She needed this just as much as you did. You leaned against her, head resting on her shoulder as your hand held her shirt, seeking comfort in her touch.

"I‘m sorry for driving, i just wanted to do something special" you whispered, "i never wanted to get you hurt" you mumbled, scared, exhausted and still in pain after everything.

"No more of that. We can worry about everything later, right now i just need you close" she replied, her tightening her grip around you (not even to hurt you), slowly calming down.

You were alive.

You were in her arms.

You were alive.

She couldn’t care less about her car or about your surprise or literally anything else in this world.

All that mattered was you.

"I love you so so much."

Everything was going to be okay.

It was you and her against the world.

And she would support you on every step of the way of your recovery because that‘s what wives do. In sickness and in health just like she had promised.

Like the doctor said, "it‘s going to take its time but you‘ll fully recover" and that’s what Alessia held onto. Because sometimes the only thing that helps is hope. Alessia’s hopes and believes were stronger than her fears. Hope was stronger than any fear, especially when it came to the life of a loved one. Someone that was you. Someone who’s loved so deeply by Alessia and everyone around you. Your wife never gave up, never lost her hope and faith in you and your strength. Because if she had done so, she might had lost herself at the same time.

Love was unconditional and unpredictable - that‘s what made it special.

And Alessia truly did love you, more than anything in this world (and definitely more than her Mercedes)

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pprodsuga · 1 year ago

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i’m serious about you

summary: gojo realizes just how much he likes you when you go on your first date

note: feeling a bit soft for gojo rn so pls enjoy this little scenario…it’s 2am and i just wanna write something before i go to bed <3 gojo is probably a little ooc but this is my blog so!!!

i’m a lil rusty when ur comes to writing fics but i hope u enjoy!

warnings: fluff fluff fluff + she/her pronouns

masterlist :)

“I’m surprised this place is open so late.”

You mutter absentmindedly as you look at the pastries behind the glass, face at a respectable distance while Gojo stands beside you. He leans down to see what you see, his own eye catching the chocolate cake sitting on the top shelf.

“Nanami told me about it a while ago,” he explains. “Says he likes to come here when he can’t sleep since they’re open so late.”

“Do you like this bakery?”

Gojo watches as you pick and choose which pastries you want to try. The girl behind the counter lifts her gaze to him, eyes widening before averting her gaze to the small box in her hands.

“Haven’t tried it, actually,” Gojo says. He rubs the back of his neck when you turn around. “I, uh, wanted to wait. To try it with you, I mean.”

He sees your mouth morph into a shy smile and he can’t help but return it. Gojo turns and orders a beverage from the cashier, watching as her fingers fumble with the buttons before she relays the bill.

You’re about to pull out your wallet when Gojo reacts quicker than you can comprehend. You watch as he gives his credit card to the cashier without batting an eyelash. He laughs when you huff and grumble about being able to pay for the pastries since he paid for dinner, but he bumps his hips with yours and tells you it‘s on him.

You look so perfect under the awful fluorescent lights in your best dress and hair let down. He’s not used to seeing you like this; so carefree without your worries tucked away in that pretty little head of yours.

Gojo used to think he’d make it through life without relying on anyone and that he couldn’t count on other people for his own source of happiness and companionship. But he can’t deny there’s something about you that tugs at his heart strings a bit too aggressively.

This feeling follows him to the morning prior, when he asked you to accompany him to dinner. Gojo had guessed that you liked him more than you let on but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel the same. This new sensation in the pit of his stomach travels with him tonight, especially when he takes a step back to fully absorb the way you look in his jacket. It dwarfs your shorter stature yet Gojo thinks it was made for you to wear.

The girl behind the counter turns around to finish the order, leaving the two of you to your wits for the time being. Gojo senses that this—casual dating or otherwise—isn’t something you do often. He silently thanks Shoko for drilling him about you (likes, dislikes, who you are as a person aside from the so-called friend group you two belong in) because he sees your finger tapping against the side of your leg and decides to make a move.

“I really like spending time with you,” Gojo starts. “I could do this again and again if you let me.”

“Really?” you ask, sounding something akin to disbelief. Your dress follows your movements as you turn around but all Gojo can focus on is the way your cheeks begin to blush. How cute.

He takes a step forward, nodding. “Believe it or not, I really enjoy spending all of my money on cute girls.”

“Is that so?“ you ask with an uptick in your voice. “Wonder if I’m the cutest, then.”

Gojo knows you’re joking by the way you’re smiling at him, but he wants to set the record straight.

“You are,” he says, “because you’re the only one.”

A soft sound distracts the two of you and he looks past your shoulder to see the cashier has set his beverage on the counter. Gojo thanks her and grabs the cup when he notices notices she’s written her phone number on the back of the surface. His stomach drops when he sees your eyes linger on the penmanship.

He panics.

“I must be special.”

Your voice lacks the humor from moments prior, eyes glazing over the written numbers while Gojo pathetically stands like he’s a frozen statue. He doesn’t know why he cares what you think of him nor why he wants to disprove the theory that he can’t settle down because of an innate need to flirt with everything that breathes. He watches you swallow and avert your gaze to the exit sign when he nods furiously.

“Yeah, you are.”

Gojo throws the beverage in the trash can beside him and cups your jaw in both of his hands to pull you into a tender kiss in the middle of a poorly lit bakery with two other patrons. He thinks your lips taste like coconut and sugar, so soft that he could keep his mouth on you forever and never complain.

He must be doing something right because you’re kissing him back.

You pull away first and he laughs at your flustered state, leaning in to press another quick kiss to your lips before you can escape him. He pays no mind to the girl who walks into the back room.

“I’ll spend however long it takes to make you understand that I’m serious about you,” Gojo promises.

“You better send Nanami a thank you card.” You grab the box of pastries. “Taking me here was a good start.”

Yeah, he thinks. She’s the one.

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mbsneur · 3 months ago

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Secret Games

Alexia Putellas x Ona Batlle

Summary: friends? Lovers? Friends with benefits?

WC: 4,5k (a long one)

Warnings: Smut18+,vibrators,rough sex,oral sex, Dom!Alexia, strap-ons, cunnilingus,overstimulation,squirting

My Masterlist

please just read the text before you start reading :)

It has happened what some of you have been waiting for all this time I AM BACK and then with Alexia x Ona you all wished for it and your wish is my command it has been time to think and if I post now it does not mean I will post every day or every other day understand and let me come back in I will post when I am well and have enough time maybe in the next few weeks this fic may not be my best work yet I appreciate any kind of feedback it is a fic I wrote with @patrywoso a collaboration and I love it! !

every mistake and the punctuation was taken care of @melissabarreraswife lots of love <3

I'm curious how you like the fic, let me/us know and if you have any wishes or want to write something, my requests are open :) now u can read

Lots of love <3

spain camp.

Alexia and Ona played against Canada yesterday; it was a tough game that ended 1-1.

The two sit in the meeting room. Montserat just gave her speech about things that need to be improved and that could be better.

Ona sat in the second row with her arms crossed in front of her chest. Her tongue clicked against her palate, and her head rolled to the side. Her eyes met Alexia's.

Alexia and Ona were friends with benefits; they didn’t know what they were; maybe friends who had sex from time to time; nobody knew about it, only the two of them. Alexia looked at Ona as if she would undress her at any moment, preferably in front of all her teammates.

After every game, the captains had to give a speech about how things went from their point of view, so Alexia had to do the same.

Alexia’s eyes left Ona’s before she stood up and walked forward. Ona naturally admired Alexia, her powerful eyes that made her melt, her breathtaking smile that she always uses at the perfect moment, and her defined muscles. Her biceps peeking out of her t-shirt, her god, her veiny hand

Ona had other thoughts than this soccer game and it‘s mistakes. Ona thought about what Alexia could do with her hands. Ona couldn’t hold back her heavy breathing as she hastily crossed one leg over the other and pressed her thighs together. Her jaw visibly tensed, and her eyes bored into Alexia’s form.

Ona watched closely as Alexia’s lips moved. She noticed how nervous Alexia became at her looks. Alexia tried to look away.

Ona noticed that someone next to her was keeping an eye on Alexia, the new player in the squad. Sheila, you all called her "shei."

She looked at Alexia as if she were in love, and Alexia gave Shei a little smile. Ona didn’t know if she should be jealous or what it was that made her feel that way. She wanted to be the only one for Alexia.

Ona looked away annoyed and decided to concentrate on the game and alexia’s speech. She leaned back in the chair, and her face turned into an annoyed look.

The Team meeting was over, and Ona walked with Cata and Patri towards the exit.

“Ona-Onita”

She heard shouting from behind as she tourned around, smiling Alexia came towards her with the biggest smile she had seen in a long time.

Alexia put an arm around Ona’s narrow shoulders and came closer to her hairline.

“Why don’t you wait for me, idiota?” says Alexia ironically

Ona rolled her eyes in the back of her head. “Why don’t you go with Shei? i think you can ask. Maybe you’ll be assigned to a room with her.” Ona says annoyed, and Alexia starts laughing.

“What’s wrong with you? Why are u being mean to her? We should be nice to the new ones,” Alexia replies with a laugh.

Ona looks angrily at Alexia. Her breathing becomes loud as if she could burst at any moment. “I’m serious, Alexia, go to her,” says ona, more annoyed than before.

“Mh, do you want to go to our room and I’ll massage this anger away from you? How does that sound?” Alexia whispers in Ona’s ear, gently stroking her auricle

Ona’s breathing becomes heavy at the light but intense touch. “i want to rest, Ale,” Ona says and shakes her shoulders to remove Alexia’s arm.

Alexia sighs and lets go of Ona. She groans annoyed and trots after Ona.

The others have gathered in the common room as they do every evening. Will it be

noticeable that Ona and Alexia are the only ones who will be missing?

When Alexia and Ona reach their shared

room, Alexia's arms immediately wrap

around Ona's narrow hips and pull her close to her chest.

She lays her head gently on Ona's shoulder, and Ona tries to squirm, but Alexia pulls her closer to her.

"What's wrong with you, Bonita?" Alexia whispers in her ear and nibbles on her earlobe. Ona lets herself fall close to alexia

and sighs against her, her eyes closed and her body tight against Alexia in her arms.

Alexia's lips move to the side of Ona's neck, and she gives out lots of firm kisses that combine with sucking and nibbling ona‘s

mouth wide open before she gets a word in edgewise.

"Talk to me, what's wrong," Alexia says

emotionally and leans closer to Ona. One of her hands moves up Ona‘s belly and pulls lightly on the hem of her shirt.

"Because she wouldn't stop fucking looking at you like she wants to eat you out," Ona says, annoyed and tries to push away from Alexia.

Alexia starts to laugh. Her hand moves to one of Ona's breasts and pinches her nipple. Ona yells, "Shh, are you jealous, Cari?" Alexia says in a deeper voice. Her finger pinches Ona's now-hard nipple again.

"I am not," Ona sighs.

"I think it's fucking hot when you're

jealous," Alexia says, taking Ona's whole

breast in her hand. Ona moans and lets her whole weight fall against Alexia now.

With a quick movement, Alexa turns Ona around, and her mouth presses down on Ona's Her strong hand grabs Ona's neck, and Ona gasps into Alexia's throat.

Alexia's grip tightens, and she takes the opportunity to slide her tongue into Ona's mouth. Alexia suckers on Ona's tongue. Alexia's hands go from Ona's neck to her breasts. She squeezes them tightly.

Ona finds it hard to kiss Alexia; her kisses

become wet and a wild mess.

After a few seconds, Alexia lets go of Ona, breathing heavily, and looks at her swollen, wet lips.

"Take your clothes off," said Alexia and tilted her head up slightly.

"Ale, if someone hears us and we are the only ones not there," says Ona with slight fear and takes a step back.

"Now," Alexia said confidently.

Ona liked playing around with Alexia; she

loved being a brat who gets punished.

Ona pulled her shirt over her head and

threw it straight into Alexia's arms cheekily

with a mischievous smile.

"Ona, behave or you'll get the fucking

punishment," Alexia says dominantly, and

Ona just rolls her eyes.

"Don't you want to play with me?" Ona asks

cheekily and winks at Alexia.

Alexia hates this cheeky way Alexia could fuck her until she can't spell cheeky anymore.

Ona removes her pants and sees Alexia's

hungry eyes staring at her, at which Ona could only smile

Alexia crosses her arms and doesn't let the little girl out of her sight for a second. She loves it when Ona does what she wants and how every single one of her muscles tenses with these movements. Alexia's eyes widen as Ona bends down to fold her clothes carefully.

Alexia put Ona's clothes aside and then

took up her form. She wore Alexia's favorite underwear, the white lace bra and the

white thong, and with the little bow, Ona

knew what she was doing.

"Thong out of bra on," Alexia said bossily

and pointed to Ona's bra and thong.

Alexia walked past Ona and sat with her legs apart on the edge of the bed. Ona stood small and frightened in front of her. "Where is your big mouth? Are you scared?" Alexia asked with her lip hanging out.

Ona just shakes her head. "Come on my lap, ass up in the air, babygirl." Alexia spits out, and Ona walks tenderly towards her. She knows exactly what's coming. Alexia is leaning back. Her arms hold her up. She watches Ona as she lies down on her lap.

As soon as Ona lies completely on Alexia's lap, Alexia's hand gently strokes Ona's back. "What a pretty girl." Alexia moans, and Ona's lower lip lies firmly between her

teeth. Her whole body is tense.

"Say it," Alexia says before reaching into the meat in Ona's ass. Ona grunts and thinks about her next words, "Imma, pretty girl."

slap

"Fu-fuck," Ona groans and supports herself, but Alexia presses her head firmly onto the

mattress.

"Say it again, baby," Alexia says with raised eyebrows.

"I'm a pretty girl," Ona says out of breath.

slap

"Fuck ale," Ona moans in pain.

One of Alexia's hands grabs Ona's bun and pulls her up. "You're a pretty girl, my pretty girl, lo entiendes?" Alexia says harshly and pulls harder on Ona's hair.

"I understand," Ona gasps and tries to look

at Alexia.

"What do you understand?" Alexia pulls harder, and her teeth clench tightly.

"That I'm your pretty girl, please," Ona says tearfully, and Alexia drops Ona's head. Ona bounces back onto the varnish, and Alexia's

hand lies flat on her tailbone.

"I'm going to have to remind you who you

belong to, relax, Valerie?" Alexia says,

watching Ona's every reaction.

"You want to beat me? You want to torture me," Ona says cheekily, and with a raspy voice, Alexia smiles at her words.

"Count them for me," Alexia says with a

grin, and Ona sighs hard into the sheets.

slap

"one..."

slap

,,two.."

,,Good girl," Alexia says proudly and massages Ona's ass cheeks.

slap

,,Three fuck ale."

"You can still take some, I know it," says

Alexia, whimpering and pressing against

Ona's cheeks.

slap

,,four-,,

slap

,,Five.. I can't ale."

"Have you had enough? You have to understand if you behave like a brat, I will treat you like a brat, mh?" Alexia says, stuttering and looking at Ona's now red ass.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Will you fuck me now, please?" Ona asks tearfully and turns her head to look at Alexia.

Alexia smiles, and Ona's legs spread

automatically.

Alexia's fingers graze the inside of Ona's

thigh. Ona trembles at the gentle touch.

"Are you wet, Bonita?" Alexia asks, and her fingers move on to Ona's core.

"So wet, please, Alexia," Ona says slightly out of breath and tries to rock herself

against Alexia's finger. "God, you're so desperate," Alexia says nervously, and her middle finger goes straight through Ona's folds and absorbs her wetness.

"F-uck," Ona whimpers, and Alexia's finger

plunges into her dripping hole. She moves painfully slowly; her walls squeeze around her finger. "You are so tight. How long have you not been fucked, mh?" Alexia asks, and Ona moans, "I need more, please."

"Answer my question," Alexia said,

croaking, and gave her another slap on the bottom. Ona squirmed.

"Stop moving so much," Alexia says and

clicks her tongue. Alexia pushes another

finger in, which immediately makes Ona moan louder.

"The last one to fuck me was you, and it's been 3 days," says Ona, moaning and

pushing her body upwards.

“That’s right, it will be the last thing you remember,” says Alexia and bends down to kiss Ona’s back

“You feel so fucking good fuck,” Ona screams and arches her back. Her legs spread wider as Alexia’s pace became more erratic.

“Do you want to cum like this spread out?” Alexia asks out of breath, and her eyes widen as she notices Ona’s arched back.

“Fuck yes, please,” Ona begs and tries to cover her moans.

“Don’t you dare cover your mouth. I want to hear you, and i don’t care if the others hear it,” Alexia warns and pulls ona up by her bun again, this time with more force.

Ona’s eyes are glassy, so desperate for an orgasm, “I want to cum please,” Ona moans and looks at Alexia.

“Will you do what i want without being a brat?” Alexia asks, and her fingers hit the perfect spot in Ona’s hole. Ona’s legs tense and tremble against Alexia’s hand.

Ona grinds her teeth. She tries to delay her orgasm as much as possible. “Yes, please, can i cum?” Ona whimpers and rolls her eyes into the back of her head. The sounds with each thrust are obscene and pornographic.

“Good girl, cum for me,” Alexia whispers and speeds up. Ona’s walls get tight around Alexia’s thick fingers. Her thigh muscles are tense, and Ona’s head rests on the lacquer. With her little scream, she comes on Alexia’s fingers.

Ona rides out her orgasm when she has fully relaxed, and Alexia removes her fingers from her Ona’s juices stick to her hand— quite a mess. Ona’s inner thighs are soaking wet, and Ona whimpers to herself

Alexia caught sight of Ona. The aftershocks of her orgasm rushing through her body caught Ona’s gaze and stared into her hazel eyes. “Suck on it,” Alexia said energetically and stretches her wet fingers into Ona’s face.

Without thinking, Ona takes Alexia’s fingers in her mouth up to her knuckels. Alexia moans at the feeling and watches Ona as she licks a long strip from her knuckels to her fingertips to make sure everything is clean.

“Swallow it all of it,” Alexia orders and rams her fingers deeper into Ona’s throat, making her gasp with a loud pop. Alexia pulls her fingers out and spreads her saliva over Ona’s cheek.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” Alexia says with a grunt and gives Ona an intense kiss on the lips. Her hands reach for Ona’s hips to place her gently on her back

Alexia works her way to Ona's jawline and

nibbles at her skin. Her hands find their

way to the clasp of Ona's bra; she removes it and throws it somewhere in the room.

Ona's mouth is open. Her breathing is heavy. Alexia's tongue is now working on her neck. "You will take my cock... the big one, Cari," Alexia says in a low voice, and Ona's eyes meet hers. Ona nods at her words, "Talk to me, Onita; I won't fuck you for the next three months otherwise." Alexia spits and rolls her eyes, annoyed.

"You won't make it anyway." ona grin

Alexia doesn't like the words at all. She slaps Ona on the thigh and runs to her suitcase. ona startles. The pain spreads over her entire left side.

She looks up and down as she pulls her shirt over her head, her eyes full of lust. "See my little slut to ruin," Alexia says devilishly, and she pulls her trousers down her strong thighs. Alexia's legs are tense.

ona watches Alexia bent down to her

suitcase. Ona wasn't a butt girl, but something about Alexia's bum turned her

on. It was defined and muscular, and with every walk it tensed and moved slightly. Ona's bottom lip is between her teeth. Her eyes wander over Alexia's whole body, and she can't suppress the moan that comes out of her mouth.

Alexia wasn't lying when she said that Ona would take the big strap; it was really

bigger than the ones they usually use.

Ona's eyes widen at the sight of the cock. between Alexia's legs uncontrollably. She opens her legs wider and slides up and down. She is impatient.

Alexia steps forward to the edge of Ona's bed. She kisses her shin and takes her other knee firmly in her hand. Her other hand caresses Ona's thigh. Ona's skin is flushed. Her cheeks burn. Alexia's mouth moves higher and opens Ona's legs wider. She kisses all the way up to Ona's neck, and she now hovers completely over her.

"You want my cock inside you, don't you?" Alexia says, breathing heavily against Ona's sensitive skin, "Yes, please." Ona whimpers tearfully and presses herself against Alexia to create some kind of friction. "Please, who?” Alexia says, stunned, smirking slightly at what she knows is driving Ona crazy

"Please, ma'am," Ona says breathlessly and reaches for Alexia's body to pull her closer to her.

"You're so pretty when you know how to use your words." Alexia whispers, and her cock gently brushes the inside of Ona's

thigh. Ona's breath hitches, and her hips lift against the cock.

"Be gentle, Ale," Ona whispers against Alexia's lips. Alexia strokes her cock right in front of Ona's entrance; her hips gently

thrust in, causing a deep croak from Ona's throat.

Alexia pushes deeper into Ona; her lips

collide and catch in a frenzied kiss. "Mark

me; everyone should know who I belong to," Ona moans against Alexia, and Alexia, lets out a harsh grunt. Her lips land on the crook of her neck. She nibbles and sucks on

it like the world champion she is.

"Fuck faster-shit-harder, please," Ona

moans.

Alexia doesn't need to be told twice, and her hips start to find a fast rhythm, her hips. slapping hard against Ona's bare skin with every trust.

"Arch your back for me." Whimpers Alexia Ona's back lifts and presses against Alexia's tits. “You take me so well, Bonita.” Alexia croaks againts Ona’s chest, her lips still firmly against her skin to mark her.

Alexia gets faster, and Ona’s noises get louder.

“Ah, fuck you close so well around me,” Alexia croaks against Ona. Her fingers press firmly into the sides of Ona’s hips.

Alexia’s teeth scrape over Ona’s neck. A shiver flies over Ona’s back.

“You’re mine,” groaned Alexia, and Ona cried out her thighs, squeezing tightly around Alexia’s hips. “Naw, do you want to cum already, baby?” Alexia asks, and Ona just moans and presses her head deeper into the sheets.

“I need to cum please, Alexia.” Ona’s words were coiled in her throat. Her voice is rough, and Ona’s legs start to tremble, and Alexia realizes how tight Ona gets around her cock. it’s a rush of emotion.

Alexia’s head falls to the side, and she realizes how close she is. “That’s it, cum for me, baby,” Alexia says, yearned. Her legs get heavy. She struggles to keep one open. Ona is a big mess. “so desperately for my cock, cum finally,” Alexia adds.

Ona's walls squeeze around Alexia with a

moan of her name, Ona Cum, on her cock.

Her breathing has become heavy just a little bit of life. She is so fucked, but Alexia is far from done with her.

Ona was just about to relax when Alexia takes mine and presses it over her head. Ona screams at the feeling of the cock going deep inside her "sensitive ale." Onal cries and knocks against Alexia's thigh.

Alexia doesn't stop pumping into her. Her hips get faster.

"No, take it." Alexia grunts and feels her orgasm getting closer and closer. Ona is overstimulated; her tears are shaking, and Alexia's hips are getting faster and faster.

Alexia holds Ona's legs in the air. Ona cries; only tears form at the corner of her eyes.

"Tell me who you belong to." Alexia's words become stuttery. Her eyes roll, and her

mouth is wet. "To you, Ale, go on, cum

inside me," she moans, and her hands

scratch Alexia's back.

Alexia gets weaker. Her legs get weak with

her last trust. When she comes into Ona,

she drops Ona's legs and falls on the little, now weak girl.

Ona's arms immediately close around Alex's neck to pull her close for an intimate hug. She kisses Alex's temples. Alexia's

breath is faint, as is her whole body.

“What’s going on? Are you done with me yet?” says Ona playfully.

Alexia lifts her head, and her eyes darken. “Una zorra así no se cansa de mi polla.”

Alexia says angrily before grabbing Ona’s hips and turning her onto her stomach. Her Cock hasn’t left Ona for a second. “Ask me that again after a few more orgasms, you fucking little slut.” Alexia spits and starts pumping into Ona again from behind.

Ona screams out; she wasn’t prepared for the speed Alexia puts on.

“Ale, a little slower, please.” Ona cries, but Alexia doesn’t slow down; on the contrary, she only gets faster.

"You like being such a naughty bitch; you'll

take what I give you," Alexia says with clenched teeth, her hands firmly around Ona's hips.

"Fuckfuck," Ona screams, her legs giving

way.

"You're doing so well; we'll keep going until you've learned what a brat you were once

again," croaks Alexia and gives Ona a slap on the shoulder.

Alexia gets faster. Ona can hardly think straight; her next orgasm builds up; her

belly is kind and Alexia merciless.

"Ale, you're going to make me cum fuck-

right there," Ona cried out. Alexia hits the perfect spot inside Ona.

"No apology first."

"please alexia I'm sorry it won't happen again, please." She begs, and a small smile spreads across Alexia's lips.

"I can't hold it anymore, ale, please." Ona is

a trembling mess.

"yeah baby? Do you have to cum?" Alexia asks playfully, her nails scratching over Ona's sensitive cheeks.

"Such a pretty girl, let me give you what you

need, mh?"

"Ya, please, I beg you." Ona grunts; her noises are getting smaller; it's too much.

"There is it; what a good girl cum on my cock," Alexia says she feels relaxed around her.

Ona comes over to Alexia; Alexia's thighs

are wet from Ona's juices. "Look what a pretty pussy you have. You are so fuckable, you know that," Alexia asks.

"Stop; I can't take it anymore. Too much

ale." Ona cries; she tries to move away from Alexia. “Sh, you can take another one for me, mh.”

“I swear I’ll get Shei in here.” Ona shouts angrily and overstimulated. Her fingers are sore, and her hips will probably be blue from Alexia’s hands tomorrow.

Alexia grabs Ona’s bun and pulls her head up a little. “Stop with these stupid statements; otherwise, I swear I’ll fuck you in hotel corridor, and we’ll all take turns on you; better behave yourself,” Alexia says, and then immediately drops Ona’s head on the sheets.

Alexia keeps pumping into her without a break.

"Come on, babes, I got you; you just want to fuck you dumb, mh."

Alexia's hands glided over every sensitive part of Ona's body. "So good for me."

Alexia's voice was soft, yet her thrusts were rough.

Ona's breathing is interrupted with an obscene moan as she pushes the toy into her alexia's hands. Feel Ona's flushed cheeks before she thrusts hard. Her hips move backwards before she pulls the toy out completely until only the tip is left

inside her before Alexia thrusts hard into Ona again.

"Fuck-oh god," moans Ona as Alexia starts to fuck her again at a brutal pace so that the bed starts to shake with evers trust. The back of the beds hits the wall. Ona was sure the whole house would hear it.

As Alexia thrusts her hips forward and hits places Ona didn’t even know existed, screams escape Ona as she alternately tries to bury her face in the sheets. “Stop it, I want to hear you; I want to hear you scream my name, fuck.” alexia whimpers

“Please, can i cum?” begs ona and moves her hips in a rhythm with Alexia.

“Cum for me,” she gasps as she pushes her hips further into Ona. Ona tenses up immediately. She lets go and lets orgasm come over her with a scream of Alexia’s name.

Ona twitches underneath her. After a few seconds, Alexia removes herself from Ona’s dripping cunt. With a pop, the cock pops out of her. Ona’s juices are spread on her and Alexia’s thighs. She literally drops her arse cheeks redden, and her legs struggle to hold herself up.

Alexia lets the toy fall off her before standing up and going to her suitcase again. “Turn around and lay down, baby, and open your legs wide. I want to your dripping pussy,” Alexia says with her back turned to ona.

She rummages in her suitcase and pulls out a black vibrator. Ona lies weakly on the bed, her legs wide open, her juices running out of her, her chest rises and falls only weakly, her belly is wet, and her breasts are full of hickeys. Alexia smiles at the sight of her fucked brat.

Alexia scurries over to Ona and lies down between her spread legs. She switches the vibrator on to the middle, and Ona lifts her head to meet Alexia’s eyes. “ Look at you all fucked up, mh?” She taunts and presses the vibrator against Ona’s clit, causing her to squirm. “Sh, stay calm, baby, I’ll take care of you,” Alexia says caringly and brings Ona legs back to her place.

“My little slut, my good girl,” Ona’s legs tremble. her eyes shake in the back of her head. She feels her coming closer. A guttural sound escapes her as Ona comes again.

Ona hopes Alexia will stop, but she doesn’t. “i can’t fuck” Ona sobs. Ona is mixed with pain and tears. Her legs try to close, Alexia pushes her head between them and starts to lick the juice from Ona’s thighs.

“Yes, you can,” assures Alexia, and she licks her thighs mixed with little kisses. “Come again for me, Bonita; you look so pretty.”

As if on cue, Ona’s body tenses under Alexia one last time fluid pours out of Ona as she squirts over the vibrator and Alexia’s mouth

A series of screams echo through the room. Ona’s hips jerk around wildly until Alexia sets up the vibrator and puts it aside.

“Shh, baby, you were so good. I’m so proud of you.” Alexia whispers and crawls up to Ona.

“What do we actually do here every time?” Ona asks sentimentally and lies down gently in Alexia’s arms.

“I don’t know. i don’t if i can try.” Alexia says and spreads kisses on Ona’s face. “What do you want to try Ale?” Ona asks and closes her eyes while lying tightly on Alexia’s chest.

“To love you, Alexia says nervously and quickly moves away from Ona. “I’ll get something to clean you up, then we’ll cuddle for a while, okay?” Alexia says and sits up. She makes her way to the bathroom to make a rag with warm water.

a loud knock on the door

“Stop fucking yourselves and come play Fifa, my god,” yells Jenni from the other side of the door.

Fuck

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cottonlemonade · 11 months ago

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Six And A Half Minutes

word count: 1608 || avg. reading time: 7 mins. (ironically)

pairing: University!AU Suna x chubby!Reader

genre: Smutty McSmutterson, teasing, nipple play, friends to lovers (?)

warnings: mdni, nsfw, swearing, mentions of insecurities

synopsis: you haven‘t had sex in a while and your best friend offers to help out

“Don’t.“

“I wasn’t doing anything.“

“I know that look. Don’t call him.“

Rintarou had just stepped out of his bathroom back to the living room to find you staring at your phone, biting your nails in thought.

“I doubt he‘s even up, it‘s almost 2am.“

“Good, then put the phone away.“

“Ha, bit rich coming from you.“

He confiscated the device of temptation, ignoring the pout that followed.

“You’re getting this back when I know you’re gonna behave.“ He shook his head, flicking some access water from his hair into your face - like spraying a misbehaving puppy with a water bottle.

You turned back to the TV, sinking deeper into the collar of your PJs.

Exams were finally over and to celebrate you had planned a movie marathon with your best friend. Since the news predicted a nasty storm tonight you both decided you would spend the night on his couch.

“Why call the bastard anyways?“

You shrugged, not looking at him.

“Booty call? Christ, y/n, can‘t you just watch porn like the rest of us?“

“Eh, nothing‘s been doing it for me lately. I was so annoyed by the breakup and exhausted from studying that it‘s been well over a month since I-“, you stopped when you realized what you were saying.

He grinned. “You know, if you need it that badly, I‘ll step up.“

“Oh, you brave soul. I‘m good.“, you scoffed.

“You were just about to call a lying, cheating jerk and somehow my offer is ridiculous?“

“Don‘t take this the wrong way, but I don‘t wanna fuck my best friend and I highly doubt you want that either.“

Rintarou bit back a remark, then sighed and said, “We don‘t have to have sex to make you feel good, you know.“

“What are you gonna do? Stare me to orgasm?“

You finally managed to look at him - he didn’t seem to be joking.

“Nah, but I‘ve been told I‘m pretty good with my hands. And mouth.“

“What are you even saying right now? I don‘t want you anywhere near…“, you vaguely gestured to your lap.

“Alright then. Bet I can make you cum by just playing with your boobs.“

“Oh my god, you‘re serious.“

“Well yeah, thanks for noticing.”

You chewed your bottom lip in thought.

“What happens if you manage to make me cum?“, you asked in a small voice.

He shrugged. “Then you owe me one.“

The offer did sound exciting and you’d be lying if you said he had never crossed your mind during intimate moments you had with yourself. But this was insane! So many things could go wrong with this. What if things would turn weird afterwards and you‘d lose him as a friend?

“If it’s too weird like this we can set a timer or something.”, he suggested, as always reading your thoughts right off your face.

“Alright… how long… do you think you need? A minute?”

“One minute?! Are you kidding? I’m good, but not that good!”

You laughed nervously. “Fine. 3 minutes?”

“10.”

“10?! No! That’s too long.”

“Fine, 8.”

“How about 5?”

“7.”

“What are you doing?”

“Just keeping it realistic. 5 isn’t enough.”

“You can do it in 5.”, you said, trying to add a light encouraging tone as a joke.

He didn’t budge. “7.”

“Why 7?”

“Cause 7 minutes in heaven.”

He grinned again.

“I remember those seven minutes always being very long and awkward. 6.”

“7.”

“This is not how this compromising thing works!”

“Hey, you’re the one who wants to get off.”

“Fine…” you say, feeling heat creeping into your cheeks, “6 and a half.”

“For fuck sake. Fine six and a half. But don’t complain if you don’t cum.”

Your ears were ringing from his bluntness and you rubbed your legs together, trying to covertly get some friction.

He muted the TV and scooched closer, nodding towards your top.

You were pretty sure your whole face was bright red at this point.

“You gotta lift you’re shirt for me or take it off, whatever you prefer.“

The insecurities came flooding in. Sitting was not the sexiest pose you had to offer. Your belly fat rolled and bunched, then there were the stretchmarks clawing at your skin, plus you knew you had a terrible posture, making you sit like the hunchback of Notre Dame. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly and took a deep breath, slowly lifting the hem.

“Wait.“, he suddenly said and got up, hurrying out of the room.

Your shoulders sagged. Didn‘t take much for him to run for the hills. You wanted to bury your face in your hands but a few moments later he was already back, a tie in his hand.

“W-what are you doing?“, you stammered.

“Well, you looked super uncomfortable so I figured a blindfold might help. I don‘t have a proper one so I guess my old uniform tie has to do.“

That was… surprisingly thoughtful and sweet. You smiled and relaxed a bit.

With his help you used the red tie to cover your eyes. He made sure your hair wasn‘t caught anywhere and the knot wasn‘t too tight.

“Lay back.“, he said simply. You swallowed and slowly lowered yourself until your head touched the armrest.

“You comfortable now?“

You nodded.

“Alright.“

You heard him tapping on his phone. “Timer’s set, lift your shirt.“

Feeling a little more confident now, you did as he told you.

The complete darkness provided by the makeshift blindfold helped a lot and the cold breeze from his aircon brushed gently over your exposed skin.

If your nipples hadn‘t already been hard from the whole conversation before, they were now.

You heard him curse, then shift on the couch. You waited in your own private darkness. The only sound was the quiet whirring of the air con.

And then your bra was pulled down and his hands were on your breasts, caressing, just on the sides at first. A gasp dropped from your lips and you shivered, arching your back into the touch.

Rintarou‘s mouth was dry. He couldn‘t believe this was real. Your skin was so much softer than he had imagined. With calloused fingers he brushed over your flesh, just teasing at first, so very pleased when, with another shudder, goosebumps started to appear on your skin. Your nipples looked so fucking tempting but he wanted to build to it. Not like he had a lot of time, but he needed to savor this. When he finally cupped your breasts he had to bite his lips to stop a new stream of curses. Pillowy and inviting he wanted nothing more than to rest his head and fall asleep. Or push his painfully hard cock between them.

He was already two minutes down. Shit.

He loved how sensitive you were to every squeeze, every brush. You really hadn‘t had any release in weeks, huh. Fuck, he wanted you. He licked his lips and lowered his head. Holding your breasts in both hands he drew circles with the tip of his tongue around your nipples.

And you moaned. Sending lust filled surges straight to his cock. He felt the twitch in his sweats. He needed you to do that again.

He moved to the other nipple, making sure to flick the abandoned one with his finger. You started to squirm and he was rewarded with another moan.

More. More. He closed his lips around you, sucking gently, swirling his tongue around the perfect little pebble in his mouth.

Oh, he was addicted to you. There was nothing else but you. He let your nipple go, only to set kisses to your skin and blow on your little pearls, wet from his saliva.

“Fuck, Rintarou…“

He was getting dizzy, his movements became needier and it took all of his remaining focus to not start rutting his stiff cock against your plush thighs.

Your whimpers and sighs were almost non-stop now and he just openly groaned with your perfect tits in his mouth now, the vibrations tickling your nipples.

Where had the time gone? When he glanced over at his phone, he only had a minute left.

He nibbled at your breasts, sucking deep red marks into the flesh. His hands, so careful and gentle at first, now became groping and he moaned loudly when his cock made accidental contact with your leg. He was not above humping you like a dog but he really needed you to cum first.

“Oh God, yes… Yes, nngh, Rintarou, fuck…“

Shit, were you close? He pinched your nipples, then let them plop out of his mouth before really latching on like his life depended on it.

Cum for me, he thought. Please.

You raised your hand and he almost came right there himself, when your fingers ran through his hair, pulling him closer to you.

“Fuck, y/n, cum for me.“, he whispered against your skin, “You can do it. Cum for me, baby.“

And the timer went off.

Startled by the noise you shot up, removing the blindfold.

The brightness of the lights left you disoriented for a moment. Rintarou sat before you, out of breath, flushed, disheveled. You had never seen this kind of hunger in his eyes. You felt embarrassed, fixing your bra over your slick covered breasts and lowering the hem of your shirt.

You still felt him on your skin. Why did you stop him? Maybe he would have continued, if you hadn‘t. Shit, you were so close.

While trying to avoid his eyes, your gaze landed on his sweats and the rather sizable imprint of his cock pushing against the fabric.

He didn‘t hide it. He knew you saw it. And he was waiting for your next move.

part 2

@nyctophilicroses - covertly slides over another Suna smut fic with chubby reader

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pitchsidestories · 9 months ago

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I loved you in secret II Niamh Charles x Reader

masterlist I word count: 1188

a/n: hi, this one contains hurt/comfort, it's all fictional as always and we hope you guys like it.

Loosing against Barcelona hurt a lot but what was even more painful to you was the heartbroken face of your girlfriend who was coming towards you, the rain pattered steadily on her slumped shoulders.

In the background you saw the Barca players celebrating their entry into the Champions League final.

Even though you knew that not a single word which existed in the human language could ease away the pain right now, you whispered her name: ”Niamh-“

The defender quickly stopped you from talking more by putting a finger to your lips before pressing her mouth on to yours, giving you a passionate kiss.

The move of the brunette caught you off guard because the relationship was supposed to be a secret and you could tell that your team has been watching the two of you.

For another moment Niamh leaned her forehead against yours before she apologized quietly: ”Sorry.”

“Sorry, for the kiss or the loss?”, you frowned at her.

“Both.”, she admitted in an honest tone.

You wanted to press on for her to keep speaking, but it was Erin who cleared her throat, so your girlfriend and you turned around to face her.

The Scottish midfielder nodded into your coach direction who didn’t look the least amused, even a little disgusted:” Sorry to interrupt you girls. I thought you should know that Emma saw you two.

Much to your surprise Niamh’s reply was: ”Good.”

“Good?! You must be joking, Niamhy.”, Sjoeke scolded the defender, she herself seemed to have appear out of nowhere.

“Do I look like I’m joking?”, Niamh asked the red-haired woman in a tone which didn’t leave a doubt about her being serious.

The German forward quietly moved away from her.

“Come on, let’s go inside, love.”, you told your girlfriend.

“Please.”, she answered, tears in her eyes because the pain of loosing 2:0 against the reigning champions of Europe was still too fresh for her not to get highly emotional about everything which was thrown at her.

In the dressing room a concerned Millie came up to both of you:” Niamh, y/n?”

“Yes?”, you lifted your chin, to look properly into your captain’s worried face.

Sounding much more annoyed Niamh mumbled through gritted teeth: ”What?” The sadness was still there but you could feel her getting angrier by each passing minute.

“You better get home quickly.”, Millie responded softly.

“Why?”, you raised an eyebrow at her.

“She’s pretty mad.”, Guro explained. Hearing the Norwegian say this, send a shiver down to your spine, you all knew all too well who your teammate meant with she, Emma who’s facial expression from earlier was engraved into your visual memory.

Your girlfriends voice brought you back from your thoughts. “About the kiss in the rain? Emma should be mad about the game instead, how we lost it in the second half!”

She tried to keep her voice steady but the anger seeped through the words.

Millie shook her head calmly: “We all lost that game tonight.”

You sighed, looking at the tall defender: “Yes, but Millie, she has no right to hate us just because Niamh and I love each other.”

A look of empathy crossed Millies face: “No, I absolutely agree. I know it‘s been bothering Niamh for a while now.”

“Yes, she‘s tired of the hate. Especially after Emmas statement on player-player-relationships.”, you continued.

Millie nodded in understanding. You were sure that everyone in the room knew that Niamhs anger came from an accumulation of disappointing games and questionable interviews of your coach.

“But we didn‘t lose because of this tonight.”, Millie reminded you.

Niamh let out a long sigh: “No, we didn‘t.”

“Niamh.” The older team captain tried to find the youngers eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Go home.”, Millies voice was soft, her eyes full of worry for the two of you. Still, you did not dare to refuse her order.

You started packing your bags silently, trying to leave the stadium as fast as possible.

“Bye, girls.”, Niamh said plainly, not looking at any. of your teammates.

Guro forced herself to smile: “Bye.”

“Goodbye.”, you said before following your girlfriend out.

Niamh was unusually quiet on your way home. As soon as the door closed behind you and you dropped your bags, she turned towards you.

“I‘m sorry, love.”

“You don‘t need to apologize, Niamh.”, you replied, carefully reaching out to take her hands into yours.

She shook her head, avoiding your eyes: “No, I didn‘t want to get you in trouble. I was just mad.”

Of course, she made the decision to kiss you in the heat of the moment, led by her emotions and it might have consequences for you too but you could not blame her.

“We all were. And rightfully so, I mean the first leg might have been the best game of the season…”

Your girlfriend let out a tired breath: “It‘s been a weird season.”

“You can really say that.”, you nodded in agreement.

Still in thought, Niamh continued: “I didn't say anything when she first called our relationship inappropriate… but it has been bothering me the whole time.”

“Me too to be honest. But I didn’t want it to affect your captaincy.”, you admitted.

“I should have said something.”

You carefully put your hand on her upper arm and tried to find her gaze: “And loose the armband? She'll leave at the end of the season and we're staying.”

“Now that Millie is back, she will get it anyway.”, your girlfriend sighed exasperated.

“Probably., you paused for a second before adding in a hopeful tone, but we can stop hiding now, right?”

“We should have stopped much earlier. We owe that to our teammates who taught us that it’s okay.”, she confessed quietly while placing her head on your lap.

“That’s true to Pernille and Magda..”, you began.

“Fran and Maren.”, Niamh mumbled while your fingers ran soothingly through her still slightly wet hair.

“Aswell as Jess and Ann-Katrin.”

“And there are young players looking up to us.”, the defender said earnestly.

“Right. I don’t want them to feel ashamed for whom they love.”, you whispered as you wished away the upcoming tears with your free hand.

“Come here.”, your girlfriend asked you to lay down beside her which you did.

With closed eyes Niamh kissed away your hot tears.

“I love you.”, you told her, smiling sadly.

“I love you too. On and off the pitch. No matter what anyone says.”, the defender responded seriously before pulling you into a close hug.

“Do you think you can fall asleep tonight?”, you asked her cautiously.

“I’ll try too.”, she answered honestly.

“Sleep well, Niamh.”, you wished her goodnight.

“You too.”

Both of you were drifting away into an exhausted sleep, this season has been tiring. In the morning you were feeling less sad because you could finally stop loving your favourite person in secret and live your truth.

Even though not everyone might like that fact, but you felt like a heavy weight has been lifted from your shoulders. You loved Niamh and it was okay if everyone knew about your love for each other.

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siddyyyyyyyy · 6 months ago

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You're Only Sixteen

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summary: child soldier joins taskforce 141 part FIVE; one, two, three, four ; six

warnings: discussion of child soldiers, discussion of character death

a/n: I have nothing to say, enjoy

Training hall, 7:32, one day before the mission

»C‘mon, focus.«

Ghost taunts you as he is sparring with you, having been at it for probably a few minutes after going out for a morning run. After that glorious nightmare that was indeed a flashback, you have been more focused than anything today. But Ghost doesn‘t care, he really wants to push your limits today and see how much more you can actually endure. And he is really sure you can handle more than you‘re letting on. He saw you take out a man twice your size with a simple fire extinguisher.

Obviously, his words do little to provoke you, but his punches sure do. The sheer amount of sass this man has during sparring sessions is always something you admire about him. With another hard hit against your side, you feel your adrenaline rise before your attacks start to become stronger, finally making him sweat. You‘re not sure why you‘re holding back on him, since back at your camp, you always made sure to be stronger and even meaner in fights, but you also know your camp was abusive, in some way or another. Ghost is quick too, however, and counters your attacks back, putting more force in his hits too.

Finally, the match is more rough between you two, making Ghost struggle to keep up with your movements. It is not clear who is winning the round before you kick his side quickly with more force, making him gasp and launch at you. Before he could actually attack you, you duck and aim for his abdominal area, finally making him stumble. But you don‘t stop there, encouraging him to fall. He does, eventually but not without letting out a curse so bad that you thought he was actually mad at you.

But no, he is far from mad at you. Actually feeling some kind of pride that you actually beat him. Even Soap has a hard time winning against Ghost, but he is also used to the competitive fights between him and Gaz. You help him stand back on his feet, and he gives you detailed critique. Well, he is mostly complaining about the way you‘ve been holding back until now.

»Seriously, you need to stop pretending I‘m fragile. I can take your hits. And I‘ve seen you take down men before. You can do better than that; just don‘t think too much.«

You give him a brief nod back, feeling somewhat lighter. Maybe today‘s morning training is making you finally take your mind off the things that are currently plaguing your mind.

You both start another round of training, having the freedom of taking out of frustration on Ghost, beating him a second time. You believe he is just going easy on you, but the way he pants while he gets up from the mat says otherwise.

Eventually, after some more rounds, in which you both win equal amounts of time, Ghost thinks you‘re ready for the mission, and it‘s time to go to the last official meeting before preparing for the deployment.

Arriving there, you see Laswell and Price already standing by the table, noticing you two enter as well. It seemed like they were talking about something, the room falling silent briefly.

»Still in for the task?«

Price questions you, his tone neutral but his expression having a serious hint in it. You give him a short nod, answering as the day before. Meanwhile, the rest of the team enters the briefing room and settles on standing around the table as usual. Laswell doesn‘t waste any time on getting to the point, starting the small PowerPoint and explaining the steps of the mission even clearer than last time.

The plan changed up slightly, changing up the positions mostly.

»You‘re still paired with Farah. But you will be taking care of the guards outside and keeping watch on the building. After that‘s done, you‘ll be joining the rest inside the building. Since you have the most knowledge about the camp, it will be your responsibility to lead the safest way into the director‘s room.«

The small changeup seems to be quite simple, understanding the task. Instead of ensuring the safety of the children, you will now help them get the so-called bad guys. Or your past superiors and boss. But it‘s better than having to escort your past rival, having dreaded the thought of possibly seeing him again. Laswell looks away from you, focussing her eyes on the slide of the PowerPoint that‘s projected on the whiteboard, continuing with the mission plan.

»Farah has enough men to safely escort the children away, leaving us a clear view of the task at hand.«

She glances back at you, her expression still as dead-serious as the day before.

»Your call sign from now on is ‘Bane‘.«

Soap grins lightly at the call sign, looking your way. Gaz does the same, glancing to you briefly. He only gives you a solid nod, but Soap even gives you a thumbs up. It‘s clear they both seem to want to hype you up in a subtle manner. Ghost, however, only gets the simple message behind the call sign; seeing the first mission together had left a big impression.

The briefing goes on, with Laswell mostly leading the meeting as the rest listens, only sometimes interjecting or asking questions. You stay quiet though, just letting the whole plan go over in your head several times and also getting used to your call sign.

Maybe you worry too much because you feel the muscles around your arms start to hurt lightly. It‘s not a sharp pain but more of a dull, throbbing pain around your forearms that makes you feel uncomfortable overall. No matter what, though, you stay still and calm during the briefing until you can finally leave for lunch and have a small break. The muscle ache subsides slowly as you make your way to the mess hall with Gaz and Soap, getting your food trays, and sitting down at your usual table. Finally, the ache seems to fully go away, letting you eat in peace. Of course that familiar ache was a thing even before joining this team. Due to being exposed to high stress situations at a young age, it must be your body‘s way of showing you stress since you mainly go through the stress and do anything to complete a mission.

Ghost passes by your table and sets the capri sun down on it, leaning his hands on the table as he looks at the rest.

»She beat me four times at sparring today.«

No one would have expected it, but Soap was the first one to process his words and drop his fork into his plate.

»You broke my record!«

He looks to you with a betrayed look, crossing his arms in a pouty way as he stares at you with his mouth wide open.

»Soap‘s havin‘ beef with a teenager now.« Gaz mumbles amused while he watches his teammate‘s reaction, only hurting his ego even more.

»I‘m not!« Soap glares at his teammate before looking back towards you, »In a matter of a few days, righ‘?«

You don‘t get what he is asking for a moment before you glance at Ghost, unsure of what to say. You beat Ghost four times today. Not four times in a year.

The lack of response makes Soap groan and hit his head on the table in a dramatic way. He could‘ve answered his own question, considering you are there for almost two weeks by now, and you have only been training with Ghost for today.

Ghost feels visibly smug and wanders off to his office, probably eating alone once again. The table isn‘t silent for too long as Gaz continues to tease him for getting his record broken by you, munching on the food while discussing this childish topic. In Soap‘s mentality, there is no such thing as ‚childish‘, because as long as it makes you happy or gives you a purpose in life, it doesn‘t matter if people find it funny or not.

Eventually, you finish your meal with the rest, starting on the capri sun now, as you walk out of the mess hall. Soap excuses himself to join Ghost in his office and bicker about his broken record, leaving you alone with Gaz, or ‚Kyle‘, for you, as he tells you to call him now. He suggests a walk around the park again, easily agreeing to such a request.

You start walking beside each other, the conversation starting off with him asking you something out of concern.

»Nervous for the mission? It‘s a pretty big one.«

»It should be fine. I‘m used to high-pressure operations.«

Kyle can‘t help but feel his heart break every time you say something mature like that. A literal teenager shouldn‘t be feeling like this. Getting a big responsibility thrown in their way, having to act tough and not be allowed to feel fear or back down, constantly needing to keep up your fitness and strength… it‘s too much, and he really wonders if you are actually so strong and capable, or if you are good at pretending.

Maybe he is worrying too much, but he knows he was busy trying to beat his friends at ‚Need for Speed‘ and ‚Mortal Kombat‘ in high school instead of worrying about things like you are right now.

»Are you though? It must be a lot, raiding your old camp and arresting your old superiors. There‘s a lot to process.«

He didn‘t mean to pressure you even more or get you into some sort of stressful situation, but you started to get defensive.

»I am used to this. There is nothing new about this, and...« You pause, trying to figure out how to say this and also not cringe at yourself, »I have a team now.«

Kyle raises his eyebrow lightly at that, not able to hide his light surprise. He doesn‘t know the system you had back there, really only Ghost being the lucky – or rather unlucky one – to know about the unusal system. And you are sure that Kyle would be even more devastated if he heard about those. A brief moment of silence goes by before he speaks up again.

»You trust us a lot, don‘t you?« His voice becoming more solemn. You give him a brief nod back, not daring to look into his eyes. He sees it as the best positive response he‘ll ever receive from you and just walks beside you quietly.

The conversation turns into something more light afterwards, getting to joke around a little bit with him as he mostly explains you what vines are and tells you some of the more popular memes, which you find rather absurd but funny.

The rest of the day went by relaxed. Or as relaxed as possible, since you still sometimes got a muscle ache and there wasn‘t any official training or meeting until the flight, leaving you some time to fully set into the new mission and get ready.

You keep checking for the small Polaroid in your bag; paranoid that it will vanish into thin air, but it doesn‘t.

Flight, 4:00

The flight came by quicker than you wanted it to be. Even though you want to get your revenge on every single one who wronged you, you can‘t help but feel wrought up about it.

But you don‘t have time to think about it now as you‘re getting into the helicopter with the others, being too tired to give a fuck about any of your worries anyway. Once you got all the essentials into the vehicle, you took a seat and put the headset on. Nikolai‘s chirp voice comes through, greeting everyone again.

»Ah, good mornin‘ guys! Ready to kick some ass?«

Kyle snorts beside you as he hears the motivated voice from the pilot, shaking his head lightly.

»Always. Drive already.«

Price responds as he makes it comfortable on the seat in front of you, looking towards the cockpit where Nikolai is just doing some final check-ups.

»It‘s flying, Captain. Flying.« Nik quips back, a little disappointed by the lack of enthusiasm from the team, eventually starting to fly to Urzikstan. You wonder how the pilot can be so cheerful most of the time, it being literally four in the morning, and you are about to fly for approximately eight hours. He must intake some serious drugs before every flight, because you‘ve never seen such a happy Russian man before.

Speaking of the devil, he calls you over to the cockpit, and you wonder what he might possibly want from you now. You step into the cockpit, standing behind him as he flies, glancing to you. He motions for you to take your headset off, wanting to speak privately.

»I didn‘t tell anyone, but I built a sound box in here. You listen to music? You can choose here, just play whatever you like.«

Meanwhile, the rest of the team discusses something among themselves, not paying much attention to your conversation with Nik.

And, of course, you know a thing or two about music. Well, you do have a favourite band since the camp played most of their music in the gym.

You look towards the device he shoves into your hands, having a bit of trouble understanding the mechanics of it, but you figure it out quite quickly. The first tones go off in the helicopter, making you flinch lightly. Nikolai nods along to the music for a moment, smiling satisfied and glad you didn‘t put on Taylor Swift.

»Nik?« You quickly give the device back to the man as you hear Price approach you both, playing as neutrally as possible. But the pilot doesn‘t even spare so much of a glance to the captain, seemingly too focused on controlling the helicopter.

»Why is Papa Roach playing at full volume?«

Price questions, looking to Nik and then to you. His expression seems more confused than annoyed, not having expected some music on the flight. But he seems to piece it together fairly quickly with how quiet you are and that you happen to just stand innocently by him.

»Bloody hell...« He sighs out softly and leaves you two be, returning back to the rest.

The rest of the flight consists of you talking to Nikolai, him mostly rambling about the helicopter you are both in and talking about some more mechanics and other planes and jets he once got to fly with. At the same time, the music plays in the background, realising mid-fly that he also installed some serious bass subwoofers within the sound boxes. The playlist seems to change, as you hear some unfamiliar songs that seem to be the stuff he usually enjoys. You ask him about it, feeling like he is the most easy and fun to talk to by far. Beside Kyle.

»Oh, that‘s my favourite band, Slaughter To Previal! I‘ve seen them live last summer in Moscow… Their show was something else. Do you like them so far?«

You take a small moment to answer, actually finding it rather strange and also a little too much. But you certainly respect his passion for this specific band. It seems like they are singing in Russian too.

»It‘s definitely energetic. And loud.«

Nik barks a laugh at your answer, understanding it might be something new and strange for you, considering you mostly know something about the nu-metal band ‚Papa Roach‘.

The last four hours of the flight go by with some occasional naps against Soap‘s shoulder and listening to the conversations the others have.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you are back in Urzikstan. The very same country you spent most of your life in. Where you wished to never return.

But this is about getting a mission done. The most important mission you‘ve ever had, probably.

Nik lands in a big landing field near a smaller base, the surroundings being familiar to you. The scenery is mostly bland, the sun being out by now, and the base being located in the middle of a desert. As you walk out, the hot sun surprises you, making your shield you eyes with your hand from it.

There are already some extra people that help with the baggage and all the equipment you brought for the mission. You stand by the others, making sure not to get lost, and stay by Kyle‘s side, seeing him stretch his back from the long flight.

Two people approach your small group, seemingly apart of the operation and base, the same people who will help with your task just tomorrow.

»Good morning, old man. I heard you have a new addition?«

Farah greets Price, making you finally look to her and to the man beside her. Kyle goes in for a hug with the man who introduces himself as Alex Keller to you, seeming like a decent dude.

Price goes to introduce you to them but gets cut off by Farah.

»No, I know her. How‘s your arm?«

Even you are surprised by her directness, and the team seems to be even more surprised. Gaz is the first one to actually speak up about the initial surprise, gesturing between the two of you.

»You… know ‘er?«

The air seems to tense for a moment before Farah nods and explains finally, seeing that you are still not a talkative one.

»We met three years ago, during a raid. I‘m glad she‘s with you now.«

After that brief explanation, it seems like some were still confused at the absurdity of you both knowing each other, but no one will press any further for now.

With some more words between the team and Farah, you walk into their base and get back to discussing the mission. Everyone seems to know their task pretty well, but there are still speculations about the operation and camp. What is actually their motive behind it? Why do they even need child soldiers?

»From the information we received from the warehouse, we could only determine where the building is and who it belongs to. We also got a list with all the children inside; they have full files of each of them.«

Price explains as Farah listens, the second in command, Alex standing beside her.

»Bane has most of the intel from all of us, which is why I think she is essential for the mission.«

Farah‘s eyes are mostly on you, studying the way you stick by Ghost‘s side during the brief and seem to be focused on the task as well. You‘ve clearly grown quite a bit during those three years of not seeing each other, but she can still see the scared and rageful thirteen-year-old she once almost took out.

»And this is why she will stick with us after clearing the guards outside. Farah, you still have enough men to escort the children, right?«

Finally, she tears her eyes away from you and nods, getting back to fully focus on the briefing again. The air is serious but not tense. Again, something you are not used to at briefings, even after having been in several one‘s with your team.

Once some more information and planning has been done, checking afterwards if everything is working right, it gets back to preparing more. But before you could join your team in preparing your equipment, Farah gets ahead of you and speaks up. She stands by your side, leading you more towards the exit to speak more privately.

»Seriously, how‘s your arm? I stabbed it really back then.«

She questions with more concern in her features this time, looking at you while walking outside and abandoning the rest.

»It‘s fine, you don‘t need to worry about it. Just got a bit of a scar.«

You dismiss quickly, feeling really glad you are wearing long sleeves today, even though you knew it‘s pretty warm in this country.

»Well… I‘m glad you got into better hands. Your decision?«

She asks again, this time being more light, but not without a hint of seriousness and genuine curiousness.

»Got sent to them because I was starting to lack.«

»Why were you getting worse?«

You really dreaded that question, and there is no way you will be able to answer that without at least your voice breaking. The conversation pauses for a moment before Farah sighs out, realisation setting in.

»I‘m sorry for your loss… When did it happen?« Of course she would realise it that quick. After all, she tried to interrogate you after stabbing you before finding out you are actually still a child.

»Two years ago. Raid mission; I was first in command, but she insisted on entering first.«

You bit your inner cheek, focused on staying calm and not letting any emotions escape as you talk to her. Even when you have only met her two times, she grew on you quite a lot. She is definitely the reason why you kept going as well.

»It‘s like she knew… she - it should‘ve been me.«

Against your will, your voice breaks and apart of Farah breaks too, as you try to explain what really happened. She stops walking and embraces you into a hug, her arms wrapping gently around you with a strong intent to comfort you.

»Don‘t say that. Halime wouldn‘t want you to beat yourself over it. It‘s not your fault.«

She tells you gently as she rubs your back lightly, feeling how tense your shoulders are. Farah always saw a part of herself in you. She was, too, being thrown into a difficult situation as a young child and was forced to continue. However, she also had a brother to care about and also had some sort of company that way. Now, you are the one who has nothing left but your team and this life, in which you are still fighting to survive.

»You need the will to continue, and you have it. But most importantly, we are here for you, and we will make sure to help you through each step. Understood?«

Her voice became a little lighter at the end as she pulled away from the hug just enough to look at you.

You were caught off guard by her hug and comforting words, but you had an even stronger will and motivation to go on the mission with the rest and get it done nicely. Now it‘s time to gear up and make your way to the old camp that once made your life a living hell.

a/n: I actually love Slaughter to Previal, I've seen them live in January and my life changed. Had to really strain myself from not writing from my perspective as Nik was speaking lol. Some proof, lmao:

Hope you enjoyed it!

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stayevildarling · 6 months ago

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader- Always Pt II

A/N: I really enjoyed writing part one. Thank you everyone who has been so supportive, reblogging, liking my work and welcome to all the new followers! Also writing smut isn‘t my strong suit so I apologize in advance if this isn‘t great 😅🫶🏼

tw/tags: pure smut

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„Detka“ Natasha pants as your hands are wrapped around her neck, the scent of the leftover alcohol and each others perfume swirling in the air around you.

She pauses her movements for a moment, looking at you with the most serious expression before she speaks again „Are you really sure about this?“ she asks and you pause for a moment, not because of what she asked but simply taken back by how beautiful she looked, despite only a small lamp and the moon illuminating her features.

Her hair falls freely down her shoulders, the shirt you had practically ripped off her exposing her shoulders and arms that have you ultimately reach for her muscles. She looks both so hot and beautiful in this moment that it made you speechless.

„We don‘t have to if it‘s too soon“ she reassures after noticing your hesitation but it quickly makes you snap out of your trance as soon as her words register in your brain. „No no nat please“ you whine, wiggling a little as the heat between your legs continues growing.

You couldn‘t believe this would be the outcome of this night or in general. You had been dreaming about this for so long, fantasizing what her lips would feel like, her strong hands caressing your body and whether she was the gentle or rough type. A part of you feels the desire to pinch yourself over and over again, begging this wasn‘t one of your dreams about her.

It‘s when she smirks after hearing the desperation in your voice, feeling your body tremble and wiggle underneath her that you realize it‘s far from a dream. Her fingers begin travelling down your chest, her left hand quickly finding your hardened buds, her right hand holding herself up above you, your faces inches apart.

Her green eyes never stop looking into yours as her fingers travel lower and lower, tracing your torso, down your stomach and towards your waistband. „Can you take these off for me detka?“ she asks, her voice dripping with sweetness, causing for the heat between your legs to continue growing.

Within an instance you abandon your clothing, the redhead chuckling to herself a little at how needy you are. Now, Natasha was feeling just as desperate to finally feel you but she couldn‘t deny enjoying seeing you in this state, as she had certainly dreamt and fantasized about this before as well.

Her fingertips travel right towards your center, slowly ghosting over your clit before she feels your juices coating her fingers. Your eyes force closed, anticipating the feeling of her fingers inside you but then she stops, retrieving her fingers alltogether before stroking your cheek in the most delicate and gentlest of ways. „Open“ she instructs, the same smirk playing on her lips from before.

You obey immediately, feeling like she could ask anything from you in this moment and you would do it without thinking twice. Right now she owned you and the two of you know that, the Black Widow still thinking about how she is going to use that to her advantage.

As soon as her fingers enter your mouth, you begin sucking and again she can‘t help but chuckle lowly as you know exactly what she wants from you. „Doing so well sweetheart“ she praises, the tone of her voice and the pet name sending you into another cloud of bliss. You hadn‘t tasted your own arousal before and you couldn‘t deny how stunning the scene in front of you is, Natasha still hovering on top of you, holding herself up as her biceps shows, nodding in agreement at your actions and perfect obedience.

Something within the air changes within an instant, her eyes growing darker, her breathing heavier as she attacks your neck in kisses, suddenly feeling the desire to make everyone know who you belong to from now on. „You‘re mine now Y/N“ she whispers as she sucks on your pulse point, causing a moan to ripple through your body.

Her kisses begin travelling lower, stopping at your hardened nipples, sucking on them and letting them go with a „pop“ noise, causing you to pant and hold onto her back a little tighter, your nails digging into her skin. Before you know it, the kisses travel down below your stomach, right to where you need her. This time she wastes no time, her tongue immediately exploring your walls. She begins sucking you violently and you struggle to control your breathing, hold your head up in order to watch her actions as the sight was definitely breathtaking.

„Fuck Nat“ you mutter, your breathing coming out more ragged by the second. Without warning she dips her tongue into you causing you to let out a scream that you are sure could be heard until the other end of the compound. Your eyes widen in realisation but as you look at the woman eating you out, she simply smirks, enjoying every second before she carries on with her ruthless pace on you.

Seconds later two of her fingers enter you, causing you to whine out again but this time her hand that she had held herself up with holds your mouth, causing her body to collapse onto yours slightly, keeping the pace rough. Natasha can feel how close you are and despite wanting to draw out each sweet noise, each scream and watching you in pure bliss, all she wants is for you to coat her fingers in your delicious juices. „Are you close detka?“ she whispers and the only thing you can do is nod as the ability to speak had left you at this point.

„Do you think you can cum for me darling?“ she pants and you nod eagerly again before her fingers pick up the pace. She is fucking you so fast and hard that you are sure you can feel her somewhere in your abdomen, forcing your eyes shut as stars begin forming in your vision. Before you know it, your orgasm washes over you as you cover her fingers in your juices. You are so caught in your bliss that you don‘t realize she let go off your mouth, causing you to scream her name over and over again, unaware of how loud your arousal is causing you to be.

Natasha lets you ride your high off gently, her tongue still circling your clit ever so gently, her fingers slowly beginning to curl at a slower pace. As soon as she feels you begin wiggling due to feeling sensitive, she lets go, immediately going over to kiss your lips, both of her hands cupping your cheeks. Her face turns from bliss and that smirk that is now reserved specifically for you, for this into concern as she sees the tears flowing down your cheeks.

„Detka.. hey“ she whispers, encouraging you to open your eyes as she wipes her hands dry before wiping your tears. „Did I.. hurt you?“ she asks carefully before you quickly shake your head. „So.. so good“ you manage to mumble as the exhaustion overcomes you.

„Good," Natasha murmurs, her thumbs brushing the tears from your cheeks. She presses another tender kiss to your lips, letting it linger. „You're amazing, detka," she whispers against your mouth, her breath warm and comforting.

You wrap your arms around her, pulling her closer, feeling her warmth seep into your skin. „Stay," you breathe, not wanting this moment to end, needing her close. Natasha smiles softly, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on your back.

„I'm not going anywhere," she assures, kissing your forehead. She shifts slightly, lying down beside you, her body still pressed close. You both lie there in a comfortable silence, your breathing slowly evening out.

After a while, Natasha's fingers start to move again, tracing circles on your skin, teasing touches that make your heart race. „Did you enjoy that, detka?" she asks, her voice low and hungry.

You nod, turning your head to meet her gaze. „I loved it," you admit, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. „You're incredible, Nat."

Her smile widens, her green eyes twinkling with mischief. „Good to hear," she says, her hand sliding down to rest on your hip. „Because I have a lot more planned for you."

Your breath catches in your throat at her words, the anticipation and excitement flooding back. „What else do you have in mind?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Natasha chuckles softly, leaning in to kiss you again, this time with more urgency. „My turn“ she chuckles mischievously and your words have you spinning the two of you around, you quickly pinning her down which causes her to chuckle a little at your attempt.

Your mouth slowly descends on her, trailing down her stomach and getting to where you want to taste and explore her. Natasha moans loudly as soon as your tongue explores her, tasting her arousal. Her back arches as you go deeper and deeper, your tongue exploring every inch of her. Your hands grip her thighs, keeping her in place as you work your magic.

„Please“ she begs, clutching the sheets, her body trembling with need. You respond by increasing your pace, your tongue moving faster, your fingers entering her with a ruthless pace. You can feel the tension building as her green eyes beg for you, your mouth and fingers continuing to drive her closer and closer to the edge.

„Please dekta“ she begs, her hand clutching onto you and that‘s when you begin curling your fingers perfectly inside her, feeling her walls pulse around your hand. Natasha can‘t hold it back any longer, she cries out your name, her body convulsing in pleasure as her orgasm crashes over the redhead. You don‘t stop, your mouth and fingers guiding her right through her high.

Finally, you slow your movements gently to let her ride out her high. Natasha pulls you into her arms, holding you close to her chest as she catches her breathing, planting kisses all over your cheeks.

After a while, you start to move, your fingers tracing circles on her skin, teasing touches that make her breath hitch. „Did you enjoy that, Nat?" you ask, your voice low and sweet.

She nods, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. „I loved it," she admits, her voice breathy. „You're incredible detka“.

Your smile widens, feeling a surge of confidence. „Good to hear“ you say, your hand sliding down to rest on her hip.

„You're so beautiful," you say softly, your fingers tracing her lips.

She smiles, nuzzling into your neck. „I could say the same about you," she replies, her voice filled with affection.

Natasha chuckles softly, her fingers tracing on your back „I think we make a pretty good team“ she chuckles causing you to hold onto her a little closer.

You nod, feeling the love for the woman who‘s arms you are lying in. „We do Tasha“ you mumble, trailing off about the last few days and what has happened since. And for some reason you have a feeling this will last and you‘ll belong to her, always.

#natasha #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut #scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson x reader #marvel #mcu #black widow #black widow x reader

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justjensenanddean · 8 months ago

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Jensen Ackles | Purgatory Con, Düsseldorf, Germany, May 26, 2024, Panel Summary

Most creepy or annoying toy the kids ever had? Slime. It creeps him out. He has it all over his house now. He doesn’t like the texture or feel. But his kids love it. Creepiest? Danneel has an old antique doll. It is old cracked, has creepy eyes and is the devil. (x)

Demon Dean or Soldier Boy, who‘s more powerful? Demon Dean because SB has a traumatized little boy in him and demon Dean is just empty. He‘s more dangerous because he just doesn’t care. (x)

Funniest moment from set of The Boys? Someone yells Herogasm so Jensen says it was probably not the funniest moment but when he arrived on day 3 of the set, Jack Quaid asked if he‘s been on set yet and when it was a no, he said „whoo, good luck“ (x)

People kept mistaking the bottles of lube and the bottles of hand sanitizer. Jensen was not prepared for when filming started and everyone took their robes off. Jensen was not prepared. (x)

Jensen couldn’t not look. They called cut. Jensen was like „I‘m sorry, there’s 4 people over here doing a position I have never seen before.“ His shower was extra long that evening. „There may have been tears.“ (x)

“There’s four people over here in a position I have not seen before!!!” “My shower lasted extra long that evening. And there were tears.” Jensen retelling stories from Herogasm set on #TheBoys (x)

How long did it take him to learn the Arabic phrase for s14? Not long, he can parrot things quite easily. He just needs to hear it a few times, then he can repeat the sounds. It‘s how he learns accents. Tap dance worked like it too. If he can see or hear it, he can emulate it. (x)

Jensen: “I don’t think Cas’s confession is something that needs to be resolved. There is nothing to resolve. He said what he needed to say, it was a long time coming, it was heartfelt and beautiful. But there’s nothing to resolve.” (x) “Dean took it in and then lost one of his closest allies and friends. The accepting of that happened when Dean sat on the floor. He lost one of his brothers in arms and one of his closest people. When they come back, it’s just understood.” (x)

Are there situations where he accidentally or on purpose bring out Dean? Yes. Sometimes he thinks „it would be great to be Dean Winchester right now. He could have handled this.“ Dean is alive in him and comes out from time to time. (x)

Were there fake tears on SPN or did he ever cry? He wasn’t classically trained, so the emotion we see is real. He doesn’t know how to fake it. Compares it to a book or movie making you emotional. You know it’s not real, but it still gets you. (x)

After the s4 scene when Dean confesses to Sam about his 40 years and torturing in hell, he had to walk away because his body didn’t know it was fake. The barn scene was probably the most real, but for different reasons. He was saying goodbye to Dean, Jared, the crew. (x)

Crew members had to leave set because they were crying too. They were trying to dial it down, because it was too much emotion. (x)

When things get too serious? Laughter. It‘s his levee. When things get too heavy, he makes a joke to ease the situation. (x)

„Do you use Jared‘s conditioner?“ No he does not. That’s just what his hair does. (x)

Who inspires you? Jensen doesn’t idolize anyone, but he has a lot of respect for certain people and tries to absorb as much as he can when he meets them. Could be a brilliant scientist, an artist, an actor. (x)

Being cold on set? There was a scene with Bobby where they looked at a map over the hood of the car. Jensen told Bob Singer that it was ridiculous because they would look at the map in their car. But Bob wanted a specific job and told him to just get it done. (x) A few days after he got lasic surgery, he was supposed to wear sunglasses all the time. But he had to film in the sun with light shining in his face. Jensen was in so much pain that Serge covered the white surfaces in black. Didn’t help much. He took ibuprofen and powered through (x)

Dead in the Water when he had to hold the kid up and the diver pulled him under, it was the most eery feeling. He was terrified for the kid. But the kid actor had fun. / End of panel. (x)

(JMacLean)

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neobora · 2 years ago

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Through A Different Lens

people love to talk about ignoring the 3d, visualising/meditating for hours, filling your mind with affirmations… but is all of that really necessary?

remember, our only goal is to change SELF. how do you know you can do that? because you are the inner man, god, higher self, whatever you want to call it. you are not your thoughts, feelings, assumptions etc. knowing this is what makes it possible for you to fully commit to a change of self.

how do you change self? by viewing life from a different lens. imagine you‘re looking through a camera. by changing its lenses in front of it the image you see also changes. you are not the lens itself, neither the image, you‘re simply looking through it. you can switch the lenses anytime. you're the observer.

the lenses are a metaphor for states, your mindset, what you feel (know) to be true. These you can also change anytime, right here, right now, simply by assuming so.

an example: you want to be confident, but you feel incredibly insecure. realise you’re just looking at life through this specific lens! this is not you, just a point of view that can be discarded anytime. and because you know you have all the power, and whatever you assume to be true is true, you look at life through a new lens, through the eyes of someone who is already confident. just let it happen. decide it is done, without conditions, without thinking "god i hope this will work" and the feeling will come to you naturally. that is what we‘re after anyways: naturalness.

something i also found helpful is becoming aware everything is happening NOW. the past and future don‘t exist. you’re reading this NOW. NOW is the only time to change. so when you say you have what you want, you look like this, whatever you want to be true, know it is happening NOW. do not affirm and visualise and think "wow, when i do this for the next 2 weeks i‘m sure it will happen sometime!" why do this when you can have and be what you want right NOW, and look at everything through a new lense RIGHT NOW??

you can look at the 3d and interact with it ALL YOU WANT, i promise it will not keep you from seeing your desires unless you let it! know the 3d is just imagination, as is everything. you don‘t have to react. i‘m serious. i used to get so triggered by the 3d, so much that it started really affecting me. only when i started viewing it through the lens of the inner self, of someone who already has what they want, while knowing it has no power over me, i started feeling fulfilled. i started KNOWING no matter what i see on the outside, no matter what my thoughts say, I HAVE ALL I WANT NOW. i started being able to look at the 3d without worry nor doubts which was so freeing.

feelings and thoughts come from this tiny little change of self identification. you don‘t have to force anything. let it happen.

become indifferent. i don‘t care how long it takes, as long as you view this 3d world through the eyes of someone who has all they want, and know that no matter what you see it‘s already done, YOU WILL EXPERIENCE IT. keep coming back to this 'knowing' feeling. do not fall into the trap of going back to your old lens. it‘s all your choice. know you CAN and WILL change, just by assuming a new point of view.

#my asks #loa #law of assumption #manifestation #manifesting #loassumption #neo's posts💋#affirm and persist #self concept #neville goddard #loablr #master manifestor

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waiting-for-motivation · 10 months ago

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jealousy, jealousy

summary: A night out with the wolfpack at 79s takes a turn as the bad batch enters the bar, and a certain sniper flirts with Wolffes medic.

pairings: Commander Wolffe x Reader, Sinker, Boost, Crosshair

warnings: alcohol, unspoken feelings, fluff, cross smokes

words: 1351

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His arm rests on the back of her chair, his fingers play with a strand of her hair. In this crowded bar, they share a few moments alone. Wolffe just enjoys (Y/n) calming presence, while they both keep an eye on his brothers on the dance floor. There is no need for much talking. The night is perfect.

“How is your forearm?“, (Y/n) asks over the loud music and takes a sip from her colourful cocktail. She throws a glance at the Commander next to her. With a grin on his lips, Wolffe rolls up the sleeve of his leatherjacket to reveal a bandage. It‘s clean white.

“Thanks to your skillful hands it doesn‘t hurt at all“, Wolffe answers with a wink and lets his sleeve cover the bandage once again. Two days ago, he stepped inside the med bay with blood dripping from his arm. (Y/n) instantly ran to take care of him, her touch immediately soothing his pain. Now the worry leaves her eyes. “It will soon be only another battle scar to add to my collection.“

There is a sad smile on (Y/n)s lips as she turns her body towards Wolffe, reaching a hand for his face. Out of instinct, he leans backwards but knowing he can trust her, he let‘s her rest her hand on his cheek. Slowly, (Y/n) caresses the bottom of his facial scar.

“I‘m so sorry this had to happen to you, all of this“, she whispers, barely understandable over the loud music. A shiver runs over her whole body as she notices Wolffes delicate touch on her lower back, pulling her closer.

“I‘m not, otherwise I would have never met you“, Wolffe returns with a soft gaze and leans forward carefully. He closes his eyes as they are so close they can feel the other’s breath. For a millisecond their lips meet, but then a loud scream interrupts their intense moment.

“What the kriff are they doing?“, (Y/n) asks confused as she has now turned all the way around to take a better look at the crowd. In the middle are two clones, most likely Boost and Sinker, singing loudly. One is sitting on the others shoulders and waves his shirt in the air.

For a few seconds Wolffe remains the way (Y/n) left him, with closed eyes and an halfway opened mouth. Then he gives his brothers a death glare. “I‘ll get them and you better organise a few glasses of water, love.“

Wolffe will have the boys on cleaning duty for the rest of their lives for destroying this sweet moment between him and his medic. He waited too long for this kiss to happen to have his brothers interrupt it. Clenching his fists, Wolffe pushes through the crowd towards Sinker and Boost, grabbing them by their necks and throwing them on two chairs.

“You two will drink some water and then go back to our barracks, end of discussion“, Wolffe growls at his brothers who watch him with wide eyes. Then, without reason, Sinker and Boost start laughing like maniacs. They can‘t take anyone serious, until (Y/n) returns with two glasses of water.

“As your medic and friend I want you guys to drink this water, please“, (Y/n) says as she places the glasses in front of Sinker and Boost. She bats her eyes sweetly at the two and watches them gulp down their water in one go. Stepping behind them, she places her hands on their heads to get their attention once again. “And apologise to your Commander. I‘ll get some fresh air.“

Wolffe watches (Y/n) disappear in the crowd, then looks back at his brothers who are already planing something foolish once again. While Sinker is trying to balance the two empty glasses on his forehead, Boost stands up to return to the dance floor. Wolffe forces him back on the chair and takes the glasses from Sinker.

“I‘m done with you di’kuts. You are on cleaning duty for the rest of the year and you will take all the night shifts“, Wolffe lets his anger free and takes a seat in front of his brothers. They are silent now, knowing they have done something severely wrong. Although they might be drunk, they can put one and one together. Something did, or more likely didn‘t happen between their Commander and medic.

“I think we cockblocked our Commander“, Sinker realizes and laughs erratically with his brother. Wolffe can only sigh and hide his face in his hands, no longer wanting to be a witness to their stupid conversations. He would rather have different company, so his mind wanders once again to (Y/n), wondering what takes her so long.

Finally stepping outside, (Y/n) takes a deep breath and leans against the next wall, closing her eyes. Although she really enjoys every free second with her battalion, 79s can be a bit too much once in a while. Her peaceful moment gets interrupted by smoke filling her lungs and making her cough. She throws a death glare towards the man, but he doesn‘t seem to mind.

“You know that will kill you“, (Y/n) mumbles, not really expecting the soldier to actually answer her. He is taller than most clones, but his facial features give away his true heritage.

“I don‘t think I will grow old enough to experience that, doll“, the clone smirks with the cigarette inbetween his lips. He walks towards (Y/n), crowding her against the wall. After taking one last long drag, Crosshair crushes the cigarette under his boot.

Lowering her gaze in shame and remembering the clones accelerated ageing, (Y/n) almost awakens some pity in Crosshair. He places a finger under her chin and forces ehr to look him in the eyes. “Don‘t worry, this is nothing new to all of us, but this also means that we can appreciate moments like this more.“

(Y/n) widens her eyes and presses her lips together, surprised by how forward this clone is. A quick look towards his shoulder, reveals a small skull on a red plate. This clone must be part of the famous clone force 99, their sniper at the looks of it.

Before Crosshair can make another move on the girl, another clone exits the bar with a stern expression which quickly forms into a frown. “Hands off, Crosshair!“ Rather slowly, Crosshair removes his hand from (Y/n)s face and turns his attention towards a jealous Wolffe.

“Commander, didn‘t take you for the party type“, Crosshair comments as he places a toothpick between his lips. His gaze moves from the medic next to him to the furious Wolffe clenching his fists. He realizes there is something unspoken between them and his instinct tells him to leave them alone, so he winks one last time at (Y/n) and then enter 79s to join his brothers.

“Cocky di‘kut“, Wolffe mumbles and leans against the wall close to (Y/n). She only throws a disapprovingly look at him, then watches the city in front of them. Why would Wolffe act like that? She was only talking to Crosshair. Maybe the sniper was closer to her than needed, but that didn‘t bother her.

Their shoulder touch, so she can feel Wolffe taking a deep breath to gather his courage. Wolffe steps in front of (Y/n), standing exactly where Crosshair stood a few moments ago. One arm still supports him, his hand resting right next to (Y/n)s face. As Wolffe opens his mouth to confess, he can almost see the realisation in (Y/n)s eyes. She finally understands why he got so angry about Crosshair. Wolffe was jealous.

Without wasting another second, (Y/n) jumps forward into Wolffes embrace and finally presses her lips to his. Both her hands find their place on his cheeks, while he wraps his arms around her, pulling her impossibly closer. They have their kiss at last, and not even Sinker and or Boost could interrupt this perfect moment. They won‘t part that easily now.

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rafesslxt · 9 months ago

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✧.* 𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑶 𝑹𝑰𝑫𝑫𝑳𝑬 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵

[ aftercare ] ― he would cuddle you right after and clean you up depending on the mess you two made. I can also imagine him smoking a cigarette next to you If you‘re okay with that and If not he would cuddle you for a while and then stand up to smoke at the window – then coming back for cuddles ofc

[ body part ] ― he is a ass type of man to me. Always has a hand near your booty but also your face ? Like his hands would always stroke your cheeks and he would leave kisses all over it - oh and ofc he LOVES your pussy

[ cum ] ― he‘d go NUTS seeing you covered in it, marking you as his

[ desires ] ― He would go crazy for any kind of sort of begging from you - hearing your whiny voice begging him to do the filthy things to you he loves so much. Teasing him would also he a big turn on for him. Bending over things, accidently brushing your hand over his thigh near his dick

[ experience ] ― HONESTLY i know most of us like to think he‘s experienced and knows what he‘s doing bc he had mich sex before BUT I think a lot of girls would be terrified of him being the dark lord‘s son. So yes he is a natural and knows just what feels good, studying your reactions to his touch all night long but he would not have that much experience

[ first time ] ― Like i said he wouldn‘t sleep around that much so maybe it‘s with his first girlfriend or situationship he has with a girl he likes

[ grooming ] ― he wouldn‘t be very picky about how you groom as long as it‘s not completely out of control - he himself would make sure it‘s always clean and trimmed ? Idk man i never thought of that

[ horny ] Mattheo is a horndog 100%. And she wouldn’t even have to try since he would get a boner from almost everything she does. I think physical touch would be important to him since he never got much of it and also wants to try so much with you so he can win more experience to please you even better.

[ intimacy ] — Depends on what you like - he‘s a pleaser in my head so If you would want soft he would prepper you in kisses and praising words "you‘re doing so good baby i love you so much." but If you‘d like it rough he would dirty talk to you until your eyes roll back and manhandle you "fuck baby you feel my cock inside your belly? M' gonna fuck every other thought out of your head."

[ joker ] ― he could laugh when slmething clumsy happens but otherwise he‘d be more on the serious/passionate side

[ kinks ] ― Mattheo loves seeing u begging as i said but also is into you calling him daddy or sir, anything that makes him feel powerful. A kink he didn‘t know he had was his being sub. It didn‘t happen that often but he‘d enjoy it so much after like a rough week - you taking care of him and not judging but loving his little whimpers - also a little orgasm denial on you

[ locations ] ― literally anywhere - he would not give a single fuck If someone saw you two fucking as long as he can shield or hide your naked body - but If it would he a quiecky with him just sliding under your skirt he would love the drill of being caught and claiming you as his for other‘s

[ masturbation ] ― he‘s a horndog + single? Then he‘d masturbate quiete a lot but when he finally got you, he didn‘t need to anymore

[ no go ] ― anything that has to do with other people - he‘d be way too possessive and jealous for including someone else into your sexlife

[ oral ] ― MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH you cannot tell me otherwise! He would get drunk on your pussy, eating it out for hours sometimes. But he also enjoys getting sucked off by you too

[ positions ] ― he loves seeing your face twist in pleasure and your little gasps for air when he fucks into you. so anything like fucking you from behind but in front of a mirror or you riding him and trying your best bouncing up and down on him would do it for him - but I also think when the two if you argue and fuck he would push your face into a pillow while grabbing your hips from behind so you would shut up

[ quickies ] ― he‘d love them cause that means he get‘s extra sex in between classes, before quidditch training or studying

[ rounds ] ― i think his stanima is good like 2-3 long rounds before he would have to take his first break. Either he would smoke a cigarette or eat you out in the meantime

[ secrets ] ― he doesn‘t have real secrets since he‘s really comfortable with you

[ toys ] ― he would be confused when he first caught you with one - poor voy thinking you don‘t enjoy his cock but after you explain it to him he would use it here and there on you vut mostly just when he try‘s teasing and edging you

[ underwear ] ― he LOVES when you wear red for him, not caring what kind of underwear as long as it‘s red. He‘d also almost come directly in his pants when he notice you don‘t wear any under your skirt but would punish you still

[ volume ] ― Mattheo loves your loud moans and screams of his name, he would praise you so much for it and just gets drunk on your little whimpers for him - mattheo would also be quiete vocal always dirty talking to you or groaning at how tight you feel around him

[ watch ] ― he would never let anyone watch you - not even over his dead body but like i said before when you have clothes on and he slips under your skirt he‘d enjoy someone catching you two

[ xxx ] ― would only watch when he‘s single but even then not that often

[ yearning ] ― he would be the biggest tease ever! Stroking your inner thigh under the table in class or at dinner. He‘d tease you by whispering all the things he wants to do to you in your ear while all your friends are around, slowly brushing his hands over your clothes pussy when nobody‘s looking

[ zzz ] ― usually depends on his day. If he had quidditch training or was awake all night then he‘d be tired after it but otherwise he‘d kind of get his energy from fucking you

you do not have to agree on that – remeber he‘s fictional and that‘s MY opinion 🫶🏻

here‘s my masterlist If you wanna read more <3

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xoxo sarah <3

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