#i’m actually surprised to see he wasn’t standing on his tippy toes

[lexqa]

they did trent so wrong with this photo because aren’t short people supposed to stand in the front😭

[kingkat12]

fuck you (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: 18+, angry sex, oral sex, extremely foul language, angst, toxic relationship, accidental creampie, reader should run

summary: being in a relationship with Roman Godfrey has its perks, but is he really telling the truth?

word count: 5,304

a/n: this is part 2 of long legs (link here), enjoy!! wrote this over a span of three hours because this idea has been stuck in my head lol

I didn’t take Roman for a liar until recently. 

Because up until now, everything had been perfect these past few months; I’d spend every Saturday at his place, sleeping next to him, having breakfast with him, and then taking our routine stroll through Clifford Park just for the shits and giggles. I loved that more than anything in the world— At one point, I had to stand on the look-out for park patrols, holding my laugh while he etched our initials into the lamp we had stood beneath that night we became official. 

Our time together had been incredible so far. He had taken me out on elaborate dinners, and then refused to let me get out of bed the next morning before twelve because of his new ‘closeness-rule’; “I’m not detaching from you until noon,”

And who was I to say no? Especially not when it felt this good.

Now that I had his undivided attention, was the centre of all his affection and his designated person to call at midnight, I felt like I was floating. 

Up until last week.

Roman had showed up on my front door with his signature smirk to pick me up for dinner, dressed in his classic Armani suit, hair styled back. “Ready to go?”

I couldn’t help but smile, getting up on my tippy-toes to kiss his cheek— I was always so damn happy to see him. “Yeah, I just have to grab my shoes. Come in,”

A soft blush became apparent in Roman’s cheeks, stepping into my apartment as I disappeared back into my room. “The place is right around the corner, so don’t stress,” 

“Yeah, I know!” I said from the other room, rummaging through my collection of shoes. “We could stay at my place tonight, actually, so we don’t have to grab a cab to yours! Thoughts?”

Roman hummed, leaning against the wall in the hallway. Something told me he wasn’t so into that idea.

I stopped in my tracks, grabbing a pair of shoes before I came back out. "... No?”

Roman ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a slight chuckle. “I don’t know, I just… I like my bed,”

I couldn’t help but feel confused, but I brushed it off— maybe this was just a Roman quirk I hadn’t seen yet? It was probably not that deep. Right? Shrugging, I put on my shoes, grabbing my keys and my purse on the dresser. “Alright...? Cab fare’s on you, then, because I lent the rest of my spare cash to a friend earlier—“

In a swift motion, Roman snaked his arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him as I yelped in surprise. He let out a warm chuckle at the look on my face, leaning down to capture my lips in a sweet kiss. “Either we get going now, or I eat you for dinner. I’m fucking starving,”

Giggling, I pulled him in for another kiss. “Fine. I’ll be dessert, then,”

Roman let out a satisfied sigh against my lips, excitement shimmering in his green eyes as he grabbed my hand, leading me out of the apartment.

However, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something weird was going on. As he led me through the restaurant with a hand on my back, I realized this was the moment where the wheel in my head had started to turn. Even as we sat down to eat, the question of why he didn’t want to stay over at my place started gnawing at me. 

I had all my things at my place— My makeup, my shampoo against frizz, my clothes. I always had to walk around with my stuff if I was planning to sleep over at Roman’s place, feeling a bit like a nomad because... he hadn’t given me a drawer at his place yet. 

The mind-wheel continued to turn; why hadn’t he offered me a drawer? We had been official for months. For a man that was so damn adamant about being okay with a committed relationship, the more I thought about it, the more I started to see the cracks in the facade. Was he inadvertently telling me he didn't want to be in a commitment anymore?

Roman’s voice brought me back to reality; “What?”

Fuck. Had I been so swept up in my thoughts? “Pardon?”

“You’re not saying anything,” he said, putting his elbows on the table as he leaned forward. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

This is where my guilt started gnawing at me as well. Why was I even thinking these thoughts about the sweetest boyfriend I had ever had? “Oh, nothing, just...” And suddenly, it dawned on me that there was one thing that would ease my mind about this issue; “Just wondering if you’d want to meet my friends soon. I’ve met some of yours, but you’ve never met any of mine.”

Roman’s eyes widened slightly— I wouldn’t have caught it if I wasn’t watching his reaction like a hawk. With a chuckle, he pulled away from the table, wrapping his long, slender fingers around the cutlery once more; “I’ve met your friends,”

“Only in passing,” I mumbled, reaching out for my glass of water. “I’d like them to know the man I’ve been talking about for months. And I think you’d like them.”

Roman nodded, turning rather quiet. Something about it made my pulse quicken.

“Okay,” he eventually said. “I’ll meet your girls.”

I let out a shaky breath of relief, sipping my water with a bright smile on my face. Maybe I was just overthinking this, as always? “What do you say about next week?”

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And next week rolled along— today was the day. I had told my girls that Roman said yes to meeting them at our favourite bar downtown, and I was now checking my makeup in the elevator up to his penthouse. I couldn’t wait for them to finally get to know the man I was so crazy about, because honestly? I was dead tired of having to defend our relationship to them.

And I also didn’t like that it was starting to sound like they were right about him all along.

As the elevator doors opened and I knocked at the entrance, I held back a jump of excitement— I couldn’t wait. However, my excitement quickly died down when Roman opened the door, dressed in…

A white t-shirt and his pyjama pants?

At first, I let out a short chuckle, leaning up to give him a kiss. “Rome, get dressed! Silly man,” I made my way past him, putting away my stuff on the dresser nearby. “We’re supposed to meet my friends in, like, twenty minutes!”

The sigh Roman let out had my heart dropping in seconds. “Yeah, about that...” Something about the dead expression on his face gave me a hint about his next words; “Is it okay if we take a rain check? I don’t really feel like going anywhere tonight.”

My smile fell. “... Are you serious?”

Roman shrugged, reaching out to pull me into a hug, leaning his head on top of mine. “Well, they’re your friends, I think they’ll be fine if you just show up,"

I didn’t hug him back— I stood still, holding back the urge to push him off of me. “But... you didn't even have work today,”

“So?” Roman kissed the top of my head, stroking through my hair. Was he perhaps hoping that the affection would dull my disappointment? “It’s been a bit of a lazy day, sure. Everyone needs those. But don’t let me stop you from having fun with your friends, you should go!”

I put my hands on his shoulders, prying him off of me. It felt as though my heart had sunk all the way down into my heels. “You... said you’d meet them,” 

Had this been any other instance, I wouldn’t have cared— I’d have told him to stay in, that it was okay, but it was really bothering me now. Maybe Roman hadn’t changed after all? Had I deluded myself into thinking he had just for the sake of being with him?

“I know, but we can take it another time. Right?” With a sigh, Roman reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “Why are you getting so upset about this?”

No— this was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Are you really asking me that?”

Roman didn’t even look confused, just... annoyed. “Yeah?”

I had to put a lot of energy into not letting my lower lip give in to a quiver. Standing in front of the man I loved, feeling shut down and upset, I finally let it out; “Do you know I don’t even have a key to your place?”

Roman furrowed his brows, clearly not expecting those words out of my mouth. “What does that have to do with anything?—"

“The one time I left a toothbrush here, you returned it to me!” I balled my fists, hating that this was making me feel like a whiny child. “You don’t want to sleep over at my place, you don’t want to meet my friends, and the one time we ran into your mother, you introduced me as your friend!” Saying it out loud only made it more clear to me. This was not okay, nor was it normal.

Roman’s eye twitched— it was obvious that he didn’t like to be confronted about this head-on. He shook his head, looking further annoyed and uncomfortable as his gaze wandered around the room, refusing to meet mine.

“The only thing that has changed, is that you’re no longer fucking those women with the ridiculously long legs!” I said, feeling my tears press up on me. 

This was it for Roman— he groaned, turning to me with a rather angry look on his face; “What the fuck is up with you and your hang-up on the long legs?—“

“Because, Roman, those women were beautiful!” I cried, unable to hold back the tears any longer. “And maybe you’d let them keep their toothbrushes here, because maybe it would be easier for you to embrace someone you think is on your level!” 

Seeing the stunned expression on his face, I angrily wiped away the tear that had rolled down my cheek, grabbing my stuff. I reached for the door, taking one last jab before making my leave; “I should’ve left with Peter when I had the chance,”

It was in this moment that Roman put his hand on the door, slamming it shut with all his might. The bang echoed through the apartment, making me jump and look back at him with wide eyes of shock; the look on his face made my heart threaten to beat out of my chest.

Roman’s breath came out in short, ragged motions, chest heaving with anger. The way his eyes widened with fury had me worried, and his lips shut tightly into a line as his jaw clenched— I had to take a step back. I should’ve known better than to provoke a man like this. 

“If you need a key to know that I’m crazy about you, then I might have to rethink what I’m doing here with you,” he said, his words coming out like a low growl. “Are you that fucking insecure?”

“You make me insecure!” I let in a big heave of air, flailing my arms around as I tried to find the right words. 

“Yeah?” Roman snarked. “Well, if I’m so fucking horrible, maybe you should go back to Peter! Go ahead!”

Had I not been so terrified, I would’ve cried all over again. “Fuck you,”

Roman’s eye twitched once more— “Fuck you, too,”

“Fuck you!” I couldn’t help but grow more and more agitated; I had never been this hurt in my life. “Fuck you and your snoring!”

Roman’s lips parted in confusion, quickly retaliating; “Oh, yeah? Fuck you and your incessant need to be late to everything!”

“Am not!” This was starting to make my blood boil. “Fuck you and your stupid suits!”

Roman seemed to be feeling the same; “Fuck you and your heels!”

“Fuck you and your hair!” 

Somehow, I felt like this fight was shifting into something else.

“Yeah? Well, fuck you and your short fuck-me dresses!” Roman took a step away from the door, nearing me with dangerous steps. “That’s just not appropriate to wear in my fucking office!”

It didn’t take long until this had turned into a screaming match. “Fine, I will wear nothing but baggy jeans and enormous sweaters, even during the summer! Would that make you happy, asshole?” 

Roman groaned; “You’re such a fucking bitch, do you know that?” he yelled, nearly hovering above me. “Of course it wouldn’t, you know that’s not what I meant!”

“What the fuck do you want me to wear, then?!—“

A beat. “What about nothing?”

It didn’t take long for the both of us to understand what was happening, our eyes widening at the same time as it dawned upon us. It also didn’t take long until I flung myself around his neck, our lips meeting in a fiery, angry kiss. Roman lifted me up in no time, my legs wrapping around him. 

“Fuck you,” I breathed in between kisses, feeling my heart beat against his as he carried me further into the apartment.

“Will do,” he said, reaching his bedroom in no time with his long steps. Roman laid me down on the bed, wasting no time crawling on top of me. 

I was still unbelievably angry at him— but somehow, those emotions had turned into flashes of passion. Something told me that our relationship wouldn’t last at this rate, and it only made me more desperate for him. With tears in both our eyes, we somehow managed to get out of our clothes in between hungry kisses, not wanting to be apart even for just a second.

I let out a tiny sob as he kissed down my stomach, feeling my anger simmer in my chest, raging through me like a storm. Roman was so damn infuriating, but I couldn’t bring myself to let him go. I really, really didn’t want to let him go— was this how we would end?

My back arched off the bed and I let out a soft gasp as I felt him lick a wet stripe up my sex; somehow, the pleasure was starting to feel like a relief from the tornado of feelings ravaging my insides. Feeling his tongue trace tight circles around my clit was way too damn overwhelming at this moment, making me want to cry out in more ways than one. “Rome—“ I breathed, feeling another sob bubble up in my chest.

However, it quickly died out as he sucked down on my clit, lapping me up, making me feel like I was on the brink of pure ecstasy. 

Roman knew how to dull down my brain. He knew, and he knew it very well. Right now, that was more of a blessing than a curse.

“Rome, come back here,” I breathed, reaching down to run my fingers through his soft hair. “I can’t— I want you close.”

Roman hummed, his wet lips never leaving me as he made his way back up my body with kisses along my stomach, my chest, my collarbones and my neck. “Thought you hated me,”

I looked up at him, meeting his hard gaze as his lips hovered inches above mine. “Not fully,” I whispered, reaching forward to touch his face. Sometimes, it was hard to believe someone so beautiful could be real. “Only a little.” My hands traced his brows, the curve of his nose, the hollow of his cheeks, touching him as though he was made of glass.

And something about my softness seemed to affect Roman— his green eyes rounded out, looking down at me with an unintelligible emotion I hadn’t seen in him before. Leaning back down, he kissed me once more, no longer able to hold back.

With his chest pressed against mine like this, I couldn’t help but feel soothed from the absolute agony coursing through my veins. I was so, so scared that this would be it, that this night would determine whether or not we stayed together or not— and right now, I put away all our differences, all our hiccups, everything that was damn right infuriating about him, because at the end of the day... I loved this man.

And I hated myself for it.

I let out a gasp as he entered me, giving in to a sigh of relief against his lips. Nothing could ever top this feeling, nothing and no one could ever make me feel this good, and I knew it.

“Fuck you,” Roman whispered against my lips, his breathing further challenged by the feeling of being engulfed by my wet heat in this moment, rolling his hips against mine. “Fuck you for driving me crazy like this.”

Feeling his cock deep inside of me like this was enough to make me submit, my fingers going into his hair as I let out a shaky moan. “Fuck you, too,” I wrapped my legs around him, wanting him closer, feeling my breath hitch in my throat as his thrusts soon enough grew more rough. 

Roman reached down to grab my hips, making me meet the harshness of his thrusts. It was clear that he wasn’t in the mood for being gentle— he wanted to take his anger out on me, and I was going to let him, whether I wanted to or not. 

A deeper, darker part of me loved this. Loved this feeling of having no control, knowing I had no say in what he was doing whatsoever. I could only tighten my fist in his hair, holding on as he continuously thrust his cock deep into me, letting out a string of breathy curses and moans. 

I could feel my legs getting sore as Roman suddenly said something that made my heart stop; “I love you,” he breathed, his grip on my hips tightening. “Stay with me.”

What? What was going on? I let out a cry, letting my body go limp to take his thrusts. My eyes widened as I realized that in this moment, I suddenly had power over our relationship, probably for the first time ever. I could decide whether or not I wanted to stay— he was begging me.

However, it was incredibly hard to make such an important decision when my legs were trembling and my whole lower body was in a state of the highest euphoric feeling on earth. “Liar,” I eventually said, my anger flaring up again at the memory of the events this past month. “You don’t love me, Rome... A-Aah—“

Angered, Roman pulled out of me without warning, flipping me over on my stomach. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, making me wince, as he used his other hand to prop me up to make it easier for him to enter me again. I let out another cry of both pleasure and anger, grabbing at the bedding beneath me as he spoke; “It’s you... For me, it’s only you... Shit,”

Roman let go of my hair, allowing my body to go limp beneath him. With the little power I had left, I instinctually moved my hips to meet his thrusts, wanting more. 

This was possibly the biggest mind-fuck I had ever been through, my brain shutting down as I felt his dick slide in and out of me continuously. My tears continued to press up on my eyes as I felt my orgasm building. “I loved you,” I breathed, feeling his hot, laboured breath against my shoulder and his hair brushing up against the crook of my neck. “I loved you, so, so much…”

It dawned on me that I really, truly did. I had loved him, but I couldn’t love him anymore. 

As Roman grabbed my hips, somehow shifting the angle of his thrusts, I let out a cry as he brushed up against my sweet spot— this was enough to drive me over the edge, coming harder than I probably ever had before. I muffled my string of moans against the bedding beneath me, feeling a tear roll down my cheek, completely spent and overwhelmed.

It didn’t take long before Roman came as well, the harshness of his thrusts coming to a halt as he spilled into me. My eyes widened at the feeling— we’d been so swept up in the moment that we forgot about the condom. Fuck.

I heard Roman’s breath hitch as he pulled out of me, taking in the sight of his cum slowly leaking out of me.

It made me shudder— crap. I rolled over on my back, feeling how much my thighs and hips ached. It was a strange feeling, accompanying the satisfaction of post-coital rapture. I also couldn't piece together whether I liked the feeling of his cum seeping out of me or not. Had the relationship not been in this state, I probably would've found it rather... hot. 

I watched Roman’s chest raise up and sink, his green eyes meeting mine. None of us knew what to say, the sound of our panting filling the room. 

As everything started to dawn on me, I wiped away my remaining tears, sitting up in the bed despite knowing the cum might stain his sheets. Fuck the sheets. “I should go,” I mumbled, not meeting his eyes anymore. “My friends are probably waiting...”

With a sigh, Roman shifted on the bed, laying down next to me. His fingers reached for my arm, hoping to pull me back down and into his embrace. “Stay,”

I looked back at him, unsure what to feel. I couldn’t believe what I was about to say; “No,”

Roman’s expression remained unchanged, possibly expecting that answer. “I’ll go with you, then,”

“No,” I got up, looking for my clothes that had been scattered somewhere on the floor. “I need to go the pharmacy, get a plan B, and then meet my friends. I don’t have time for you anymore.”

That was definitely something he hadn’t expected. Roman sat up, lips parted in confusion as he watched me get dressed; “What is that supposed to mean?”

I felt my lower lip tremble as I got hit with a newfound sense of clarity. “I’m not getting what I want in this relationship. This isn’t good for me. So until you get your priorities straight, I’m leaving you,” As I finished getting dressed, I turned to him. “Thanks for this, Rome... Have a good night.”

Leaving the bedroom with tears in my eyes, I did my best to hold back yet another sob. I quickly put my shoes on, not wanting to waste another second in his ridiculously big penthouse. I wiped away the mascara stains on my cheeks in the hallway mirror when Roman appeared, back in his clothes.

“Just... Let’s talk about this, okay? Let’s not make a rash decision,” he said, nearing me. “We can make this work. Give it some time.”

It was hard to look at him right now, especially when he looked this sexed-up. I didn’t even want to answer him, making my way to the door.

“Come on!” Roman was starting to sound more desperate, reaching out for my wrist. “This can work!—“

I turned around, my gaze hardening. It was so damn hard to resist him, and I needed to get my decision confirmed. “Say it again,” I said, knowing what would ensue.

Confused, Roman’s brows furrowed; “This can work...?”

“No,” This was it. This was the moment. “Tell me you love me, now that we’re not in bed. Mean it.”

Roman froze, and it was clear that his mind was working overtime. I held my breath, hoping that I would be proven wrong, that this was something we could overcome. However, with a shaky breath, Roman let go of my wrist, taking a step back. He lowered his head in newfound shame, giving me a silent approval to leave.

Sighing, I felt as though my heart had broken into a thousand tiny pieces.  How was it possible that I had let him disappoint me over and over? “Thought so,” I took one last look at him, feeling a sob build in my throat. “Bye, Roman.”

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It had been a week since I had seen Roman, and it had been a week of pure agony. I hadn't stopped crying, having to take a week off of work, buying takeaway dinners every day because I didn't have the energy to get out of bed most of the time. 

Agony. Pure agony. 

Quite frankly, it made me feel ridiculous. I couldn't believe that I had let myself fall apart because of a man. But this wasn't an ordinary man— This was Roman. The previous-love-of-my-life Roman. Man-of-my-dreams Roman. How could I expect myself to be okay after a breakup like that?

Waking up on Saturday was even worse. The day I would usually have to follow his ridiculously cute 'closeness-rule'. The day we would take our stroll in the park. 

However, a small voice in my head asked me; why can't you just do that yourself? And that was exactly how I ended up back in Clifford Park under that same lamp as usual. A small part of me hoped he would show up, but another part of me went into a tiny panic over that thought. 

I stretched out my hand to let my fingers run over the cold metal where Roman had etched in our initials. In truth, I had found it quite stupid when he had suggested to do it— it was something kids did, teenagers, not grown adults? However, in this moment, I couldn't help but realize how romantic it was. That we were eternally etched onto something, a tiny memory of us and what we used to be. 

The lamp was starting to feel like a tombstone for a beloved, and I wiped away the tear that rolled down my cheek, not necessarily loving the thought of crying in public. Forcing myself to leave, I lowered my head as I passed by a man with a rather familiar scent, trying not to think too much about it. But my curiosity got the best of me— I turned around, watching the man in the familiar coat turn back around. Had he looked at me too? Was that who I thought it was?

I immediately sped up. I shouldn't be here.

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Another week had almost passed, and I was starting to feel better. I had found out that the ache in my heart could easily be subsided by a glass of wine or a day out with my friends, but nothing could fill the hole Roman had left in my soul.

However, I had hoped that I would feel better about the whole ordeal at this point. Who needed a man that couldn't commit? Definitely not me.

... Definitely not. 

It was a Friday now, and I had just gotten off of work. I was getting ready to leave for drinks with my friends once more, seeing as that was the best remedy. And when I heard a knock at my door, I opened it without a second thought— it was probably one of my girlfriends asking to borrow a pair of shoes, as always. 

Meaning, when I saw who it was, I completely froze as my lips parted in shock.

There he was; Roman let out a shaky breath as he met my gaze. His hair wasn't styled, lying in soft waves over his forehead, and he had ditched his usual suits for a casual, formal look. Typical Roman— he couldn't even show up looking like a normal human being. Ever. 

However, I wasn't about to complain. I held my breath, unsure what to say or do. 

And suddenly, he spoke up; “Did you know I failed math class?”

I couldn’t help but let my jaw fall, giving him a look. "... What?” Is this really what he chose to say right now? It was definitely not what I had expected. 

Roman shrugged, not meeting my gaze anymore. “I had to redo it over and over again, probably up to three times,” he mumbled, putting his hands into his pockets. "When it comes to important things, I usually fuck it up. Majorly. And it seems to apply with... this as well."

My knuckles were turning white by the sheer force I was holding onto the door. It felt as though I couldn't breathe, turning to stone. 

"I'm also bad at sharing," Roman continued, looking up from the floor. "Really bad. And I'm sort of legally not allowed to give out spare keys to anyone, because of security reasons my company has put in place. So I'm sorry that it didn't cross my mind. But, wait, hold on—" He pulled one hand out of his pockets, reaching out his palm to me. 

And there it was. A key. With a shaky hand, I took it into mine, trying not to pay too much attention to the feeling of his hand against mine after so much time apart. 

Roman let out a relieved sigh, nodding to himself. "The thing about the toothbrush... Fuck, I've been thinking about it endlessly, and I see how it looks now. I genuinely thought you'd probably want it back, it didn't even hit me that you might've wanted a toothbrush at my place, and I have nothing against that. It's... cute, actually,"

I let go of the door with my other hand, putting the keys into my front pocket. I did my best to steady my breathing; I hadn't been this overwhelmed in a while. "Roman, I didn't expect you here—"

"—And the thing about my mother," Roman was practically rambling on at this point. Was he nervous? "She's insane. I don't introduce her to anyone, actually. If she found out we were dating, she'd probably put you through hell and back to see if you'd be the right fit for the 'future of the company', as she says. I wanted to spare you. So, again, sorry. Should've cleared that up."

Another shaky breath escaped me, not knowing what to say. 

Roman nodded to himself, glancing around the hallway to check that we were still alone. "And... I freaked out about meeting your friends. I have an inkling that they hate me, which they sort of have all the right to do," 

"Oh, Roman," I took a step forward, mostly out of pure habit. I had to stop myself from reaching up to his face and stroke through his hair. "Why didn't you just... tell me?"

Roman shrugged, looking rather embarrassed. "You didn't tell me that it bothered you,"

I sighed— he was right. "I'm getting a deja vu. I thought we were supposed to better at communicating, now," 

"I know," Without being invited in, Roman stepped into my apartment, checking it out. It was so typical of him to assume that he would be welcome despite our fight, but I couldn't help but find it sort of... attractive. Arrogant man. I closed the door behind us as I watched him, crossing my arms over my chest. It looked like he wasn't planning on leaving any time soon, sticking out his hand to bump the lamp on my ceiling as though he was bored; "Did I ever tell you I love this place?"

Grimacing, I rolled my eyes. The time he didn't want to stay over at my place was still lingering in the back of my mind. "As if,"

"No, I do," He turned to me, a tiny hint of his signature smirk appearing on his lips. "It's just that your bed is ridiculously tiny. Did you ever notice that I'm longer than your bed?" 

I scoured my brain for that information, flustered. How was it possible for someone to be so charming? Giving up, I shook my head and admitted defeat. I wasn't going to win this mental battle against myself, and I knew it. I wanted him here, whether I admitted to it or not.

Allowing his smirk to grow, Roman's green eyes shimmered with hope. "It seems this will take a while.... Looks like I might have to spend the night,"

I bit back a smile— bastard.

[thatsdemko]

fuck valentine pt 2 - j.hughes

part 1

masterlist

v-day collection

a/n: y’all know the drill on the pairings and such lets just skip to the warnings! I paired two ideas together that were given to me for this!

warnings: nsfw + not intended for minors + mentions of oral + mentions of nudity + mentions of choking/suffocation

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

there’s not a word in the world that could describe how he was feeling. the past couple of days had been agonizing and torture. every day you seemed to come up with a new way of killing him. he was pretty sure he was not going to make it by Saturday.

but somehow? he did. the game was a breeze and he was thankful to finally be home, and you couldn’t have been more excited to finally be underneath him.he couldn’t wait for his drive for passionate and rough sex to be gone.

you heard the sound of the key being inserted in the door and the lock unlatched. a smirk that you just couldn’t hide formed onto your lips looking over at no one other than his mom. she hadn’t seen her son in so long, she was beyond excited to surprise him.

“I’m home! where are you?” jack peaked into the bedroom door that was left cracked open. he saw nothing but a hint of something red displayed on the bed. it took everything in him to ignore it and go find you.

“living room!” you called back hearing his hurried steps coming only to be greeted by his mother standing there, arms open.

his eyes went wide at the sight of her. sure, he was shocked and happy to see her, but there was something on his mind he’d been needing to get off since Tuesday. “mom! what are you doing here?”

“y/n said you were having a hard time so I figured I’d come see you!”

it was partially true. he wasn’t performing well on the ice—all because of you—so when you got the concerning call from Ellen you knew this was one more trick up your sleeve before he could finally get you in bed.

he glared at you while in his mothers tight embrace. you just smiled back giving him a little wave from the couch. it was fun to see him squirm in person. you could only picture how tough it was for him on the road.

Ellen left to go unpack her things in the guest bedroom leaving you two alone for the first time. jack stood there with the inability to move. you could see how hard he was through his grey sweatpants.

“so happy to see you—all of you actually.” you couldn’t stop smiling. after all the many days away you were touch starved of his aggressive hands and his body. but he would have to wait just a little longer.

he watched you get up, making your way over to where he was standing. he inhaled, your perfume that he ever so missed the smell of. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

“save that talk for the bedroom.” you winked, “oh and by the way, I’ve got nothing on underneath just to make it easier for you.”

—

by the time dinner was finished and Ellen was getting ready for bed, jack was antsy. you could see him squirming out of the corner of your eye all night. he couldn’t stand knowing you had nothing on and the red lace in the bedroom had yet to be worn by you.

you were in the bedroom getting ready for bed yourself when you felt a pair of hands slip under your shirt and touch your breasts, “so when do I get you alone in red lace? I’ve been impatiently waiting.” you could feel his body press against yours from behind you. your butt touching his bulge that hadn’t gone away since Tuesday.

“I was thinking tomorrow, I’m kind of tired.” you said sarcastically, removing his hands from where they were, you turned around to face him, “the lace was expensive, I don’t know if you’ve earned it.”

he scoffed at your words, “I’ve waited since Tuesday, I’ve earned it.”

looking up at him you couldn’t say no. you would be denying it yourself that it’s also been torture for you. every night you went to bed just wanting his hands to choke you. it was a wet dream.

you got on your tippy toes to press a soft kiss to his lips, “well do what you said. fuck me into oblivion.” before you could even think, you were on the bed and his hands were tugging at the shirt that you were wearing. it was a sight to see with how quick he was moving to get everything off.

“eager much—“

he cut you off with a hard passionate kiss, “shut up.” his lips trailed down your neck, sucking hard at certain places. his hands roamed anywhere and everywhere. he missed your body. it was no fun to try and picture it every night while trying to jerk off.

he finally made his way to your breast, his tongue swiped all across your nipple causing your back to arch and a gasp to escape. he was going to hit every spot he could like it was his last meal.

“I need you in me now, Jack.” you breathed out, your fingers were digging into his scalp at this point trying not to come too early. anything and everything was making you, embarrassingly, wet.

“you gotta wait, pretty girl.” his tongue found the folds of your pussy sucking at every part. he couldn’t believe how wet you were for him. he was going to get every part of you. that being said, when he was finally ready he pushed your legs further apart for him to enter. every part of you ached for him to be inside of you.

“don’t start slow.” you smirked feeling his hand cover your mouth, following your instructions your head slammed against the headboard a couple of times at how rough he was going. you couldn’t breathe, but you didn’t mind.

“all fours, now.” he growled and you didn’t hesitate at his demands. you quickly turned around and you could feel his cold hands on your ass before inserting himself once more. he had a hard grip on your hips guiding your body the way he wanted it. you could hear the soft groans coming from jacks mouth, he wasn’t going to stop until one of you was out of breath from this.

you could feel he was deep, each stroke becoming hard and faster to the point that your arms began to shake trying to keep yourself up right. it was a task you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep up with. it wasn’t long until he found your clit and every ache and joy in your body was expressed in loudest moan you’ve ever given him.

“you like that?” he smirked, he did just that one more time and you were sure to come by now. but jack wasn’t there just yet. he had a few more tricks up his sleeve to finish before that. his hands were tighter now around your waist and this when you knew it was his finale. he went deep with long strokes that turned into shorter and faster ones, your legs were practically shaking trying to keep yourself up.

you could barely get the words out before you felt yourself coming. “I-I can’t—“

“I’m almost done.” he cut you off, the squeaking of bed you were sure was enough to wake up his poor mother, who was two doors down. you couldn’t handle the thought of morning conversation tomorrow, but right now? you were waiting for Jack to give the words. it was getting hard to hold off.

you were sure you were going to explode when he finally told you to come, and when you did he was right there to clean up the mess with his mouth. finally done, you were so sore that collapsing onto the bed hurt. you slowly turned around to face your boyfriend who was dripping in sweat with a smile on his face.

“feel better now?”

“never fuck with me on Valentine’s Day.”

[literallylexa]

DEAN X READER:

FOREVER AFTER ALL

IMAGINE SMUT

Imagine: You die and your life flashes before your eyes, how you met Dean Winchester. You wait for Dean to finally arrive in heaven. CONTAINS SMUT

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BEFORE:

Scenes of your past flash before your eyes as you lay dying. The first time you met Dean Winchester you had already fallen in love with him.

“Hello this is my partner Agent Smith and I am also Agent Smith..uh no correlation.” Dean smiles at you. “We are following up on a missing persons case. Your friend, or uh roommate?”

The night before you had come home to your friend slaughtered. Fingers chopped off and a slit neck. “Yes, how can I help you?” You ask, a sad tone in your voice.

“Did your friend have any enemies? Anyone who would want to hurt her?” Dean asks.

“No. She was a very friendly person. However…I don’t know you might think I’m crazy but the nights leading up to her..murder.” You choke, “She was saying that she saw her ex boyfriend. But he’s been dead for almost 2 months now.”

“What was the name of her ex?”

••

You’re stuck in a salt circle. The ghost trying to get through to kill you. You clutch onto Dean’s jacket tightly, legs shaking. Even though you’ve only known him for a day, you trusted him. He was strong, handsome, confident, and comforting. “I got you. Nothing will happen to you. Sammy should be done any moment now.” Dean looks down at you with a soft smile. His green eyes making contact with yours, making you blush. The next second, the ghost burns away into thin air. Everything was quiet. You hug Dean, standing on your tippy toes to reach his neck. His thick, muscular arms wrapping around your small frame, holding your waist.

Sam and Dean leave town after that. “So ghosts, vampires, and just monsters are real, huh?” You ask Dean.

“Unfortunately…But hey, here’s my number. In case you see or hear anything. Call me immediately.” Dean grabs your phone and puts his number in. You blush even harder. “You can’t stay for longer?” You ask Dean, hope gleaming in your eyes.

“I’m sorry sweetheart but no. We gotta hit the road. Take care of yourself okay?”

You grab Dean by his shirt and pull him down to your lips. He’s taken by surprise by your actions, but ultimately pulls you in closer, grabbing your hips and grinds against his. His lips are soft and wet, crashing against yours you feel out of breath. “For the road.” You say breaking apart, face hot and red. Dean bites his lips and says goodbye, getting into Baby and driving away.

••

After that encounter, you started to hunt on your own, mostly giving hunters tips of locations and the possible supernatural creatures. “Glad you could make it.” You say to Dean. “You called, I answered.” He chuckles. You guys hug, you take a deep breath. It feels like the whole in your heart was filled again. Excitement, love, and arousal filled your body. Dean was the sexiest man you’ve ever seen. Not to mention having an amazing personality too. If only he wasn’t a hunter, maybe you’d have a chance to actually be together. His eyes linger for a little bit too long on your lips and breasts. As you walk in front of him to your apartment you can feel him staring at your ass too. “You want a beer?” You ask opening the fridge. “Always.” Dean looks around your apartment, picking up old pictures of you and your deceased dog. The room is silent, however the sexual tension between you two did not go unnoticed.

“So!” You exclaim tapping the table top. “What have you been up to?”

Dean takes a gulp of his beer and sets it down. “Oh you know the same old stuff. Hunting.”

“Speaking of hunting. Thats why I called you here. I’m pretty sure a demon is possessing my neighbor.” You say quickly, trying not to make the conversation even more awkward than it already is.

“What?!” Dean yells, walking over to you. “Nah uh you’re not about to have a demon next door. Pack up your things, we are staying at a motel until we get this figured out.”

••

Unfortunately for the bed, but fortunately for you, the motel only had one bed- no couch. “We can just share the bed.” You say sheepishly. Dean smirks, “There’s a lot of things we can share on the bed.” You giggle and punch his shoulder. He’s not lying though. There’s many things that you’d like to share with him on that bed. Many things.

You and Dean end up exorcising the demon. Luckily the person was still alive, you call the ambulance to have them picked up. “Good job back there.” Dean says, looking at you up and down.

You know that things would never get that far with Dean, but it didn’t stop you from being so incredibly attracted to him. Maybe he felt the same way. Dean steps closer to you, lifting up your chin to look at him, brushing hair out of your face. He crashes his lips against yours, picking you up and setting you on the counter. With your legs wrapped around his waist, he grinds up against you. Dean groans from the friction, a bulge growing in his pants. His hands run up and down your body, caressing your curves. He finds his way under your shirt, massaging your breasts. You moan from his touch, oh very badly did you crave it. You unbutton your shirt and he grins, taking your bra off exposing your breasts, the coldness of the room hardening your nipples. Dean licks his lips and begins to take one nipple in his mouth, kissing, licking, and biting it while his hand twists and massages the other. You put a hand through his soft short hair, needing more of him. You tug at his flannel to take it off. He obliges, removing his flannel and shirt, leaving you both naked from the waist up. “You’re beautiful.” Dean says in between kisses.

“Want to take this to the bedroom?” You ask Dean. He picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. He lays you gently down on the bed, he kisses from your breasts down to your belly, stopping at the hem of your pants. He unbuttons them, lifting your legs up to take them off. “You’re already soaking wet for me baby.” Dean groans, seeing your wet panties. He takes them off greedily, drooling at the sight of your pussy. His stubble brushes across your inner thighs as he begins to lick at your folds. You gasp when he sticks his warm tongue inside you. “(Y/N) you taste so good.” Dean says. He continues to tongue fuck you until the point you can’t take it anymore. However, before you can orgasm he stops. He couldn’t handle anymore foreplay. He needs his cock to be inside of you. He begins to unbutton his pants and you wait in anticipation to see what he’s been hiding. His cock pops out from his boxes, already leaking pre cum from his long dick. You squirm, desperately needing him inside you. “Please Dean.” You cry. “Not yet. You need to get it wet first.” Dean manages to say. He helps you sit up facing his cock. He strokes it a couple times, massaging his balls in the process. You grab his cock and lick him from the base to the tip, swirling it around on your tongue. Then, slowly putting the tip in your mouth, down the shaft, to the base of his large cock, getting use to the length. Dean moans almost embarrassingly loud, twitching at your movements. You lick up and down his long cock, tasting every inch of him. His balls were hanging low, you get off the bed and onto your knees, you grab his balls and put them both in your mouth, his dick hitting your forehead has you do so. Dean grips your hair into a ponytail, moaning out your name. “Fuck (Y/N).” Dean groans, then throwing you onto the bed, your ass facing him. Before you both even have time to think about putting on a condom, his dick rubs against your pussy lips becoming slippery. “Please fuck me Dean!” You cry out, becoming sexually frustrated, you need him inside you.

He slowly slides his cock into your pussy, “Baby you’re so tight.” You feel every inch of Dean as he slides into you, taking his length in full. With your pussy already leaking wet, Dean starts off with a slow pace, grabbing you by the hips, getting a rhythm. He is already hitting all the sweet spots, something no other man could do for you. “Dean you feel so good inside me.” You moan out, clutching the blankets beneath you. Dean had already wanted to cum the second he went inside you, so nice and tight, so wet for him. He speeds up his rhythm, slamming his cock deep inside your pussy, making you cream all over his cock. Your moans, screams, skin slapping, and the wetness from your pussy fill the air as he ruthlessly fucks you.

Dean pushes your head down onto the bed, grabbing your ass and smacking it leaving red hand marks. Dean has never been this horny in his life before, you are just so irresistible to him. Dean was in a trance by hearing your moans for him, taking all of his dick inside your pussy. “You’re taking my cock so good baby.” Dean moans out, feeling like he’s going to cum soon. Dean stops and pulls out, turning you over on your back, legs up in the air resting on his shoulders. Once again he slams into you, filling you up whole. He leaves lingering kisses along your breasts and neck as you moan out his name. Dean didn’t want this to end, he could go all night with you, and you could do the same. “Fuck I’m about to cum!” Dean yells, pulling out and squirting his hot cum all over your pussy lips. You giggle looking down at his mess. You’re still horny, needing to cum. You start to play with your clit, massaging his hot cum all over your pussy lips. Dean gasps as he sees you doing so, gently sticking one finger inside you as you play with your clit. You moan out as he rubs your g-spot, adding in another finger as he continues. This was all too much for you to handle, after a couple minutes of doing so, you cream all over his fingers and he gladly licks it off his fingers.

The night continues of you and Dean not getting enough of each other, fucking and cumming until you fall asleep for the night.

••

After that night, Dean invited you to stay at the bunker with Sam and him. Sometimes Cas showed up. “I just want to keep you safe.” Dean admits. You’ve known each other for a couple years now, texting back and forth and exchanging phone calls and stories, occasionally seeing each other once a month or so. You pack up all your things and move into the bunker with the boys. You and Dean end up being official a couple weeks after that. You buy new furniture and decor for the boys room, “Trying to make it more homey.” You say.

Life seemed to be almost perfect. Until one faithful day.

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NOW:

“Dean!” You scream out, the demon grabbing you by the neck, choking you.

“Let her go, now.” Dean spits, raising a gun.

The demon stabs your gut, letting you fall to the ground. “I let her go.” The demon snickers.

By the time Dean gets over to you and the demon, they vanish. Dean holds you as you lay dying. “No baby please stay with me.” Dean says in desperation.

“I love you, Dean.” You choke out, blood flowing down your face. Your eyes meet his for one last time, and then you see bright white.

••

“I can’t leave.” You say to the reaper, looking at Dean as he’s sobbing over your body. “It’s too early, we didn’t get to spend our life together. We didn’t get out the life, we didn’t have any children or animals together.” You cry, a pain in your heart, too unbearable to deal with anymore.

“You know what will happen if you stay.” The reaper puts a cold hand on your sunken shoulders. “All those angry spirits you hunt, you will become one.”

“Will I see him again, wherever I go?” You ask.

“I can’t tell you that.” The reaper smiles, “It’s okay to go.”

You leave Dean a cold kiss on his forehead, he looks up shocked. “(Y/N)?” He says, looking around. He could feel your presence.

“Goodbye, Dean.” You say as you walk through the light.

••

Heaven. On the other side it’s beautiful. Mountains covered with large pine trees. A river flows underneath a bridge. The echoing of birds chirping fill the air. A small house, perfect as you could ever imagined lives on the top of the hill, watching over the river. You enter it, pictures of your family, friends, and Dean hang on the walls. Tears fills your eyes, you miss Dean. A knock at the door brings you back to your senses. You open the door, revealing John and Mary Winchester. Both smiling as they hold housewarming gifts. You’ve never met either of them before, but they seemed to know who you were, as they were always watching over Dean.

“Dean will be here soon.” Mary comforts you, placing a gentle hand on your back.

••

You spend the next couple weeks doing the things you love the most. Cooking all your favorite foods, swimming in the always warm water, drinking your favorite liquor. Everyone’s heaven is together. Sometimes you’d go up to the Winchesters house and have dinner, sometimes you’d go fishing with Bobby. Ellen and Joe were there sometimes too; along with all the other hunters you’ve lost along the way.

One day, you were walking down to the lake as you always do. Towel and a book in hand. From afar you notice a tall figure, you immediately knew who it was. “Dean!” You scream out, dropping everything and run to him. He turns around in shock, running towards you also. He picks you up and twirls you around, pulling you in for a long kiss after. Tears flow down Dean’s face as he looks at you. “I love you too.” Dean cries, brushing your hair out of your face, finding it hard to be real that he’s able to see your beautiful self again. “I’ve been waiting for you.” You say, pressing your face into his shoulder, breathing him in. Your heart felt full again. You and Dean take hands and walk up the hill to the bridge, there sits Baby parked. Dean squeals in excitement, immediately jumping in the drivers seat. You laugh and get into the passengers seat. “Head up to that house over there. I have a surprise for you.” You say. Dean obliges.

You knock at the Winchesters door. Mary answers. “Mom?!” Dean cries, hugging her. John walks up too, pulling Dean into an embrace. “We are just waiting for Sam now.” You say to Dean. “Time will go by fast.”

Eventually Sam joins everyone in heaven. Everything was complete. You and Dean had your own house, and got married. Dean enjoys mowing the lawn while you tend to the garden. On the weekends you guys host BBQ’s with all of your friends and family in heaven.

Maybe somethings last forever after all.

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“A cold beer's got twelve ounces

A good truck's got maybe three hundred thousand

You only get so much until it's gone

Duracells in a Maglite

A needle drop on a forty-five

Are the kinda things that only last so long

When the new wears off and they get to getting old

Sooner or later, time's gonna take its toll

They say nothing lasts forever

But they ain't seen us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

Just a t-shirt in the kitchen

With no make-up and a million

Other things that I could look at my whole life

A love like that makes a man have second thoughts

Maybe some things last forever after all

FM station on the outskirts

Blue jeans after years of shift work

All fading out like I always knew they would

The strings on this guitar

The first love lost on a young heart

Those things are gonna break after the getting's good

'Cause the new wears off and they get to getting old

Yeah, sooner or later, time's gonna take its toll

They say nothing lasts forever

But they ain't seen us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

Just a t-shirt in the kitchen

With no make-up and a million

Other things that I could look at my whole life

A love like that makes a man have second thoughts

Maybe some things last forever after all

They say nothing lasts forever

But they ain't seen us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

And I know there'll be that moment

The good Lord calls one of us home and

One won't have the other by their side

But heaven knows that that won't last too long

Maybe some things last forever after all”

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AUTHORS NOTE: I will never forgive SPN writers making that ending so rushed and short. I would have absolutely LOVED for Sam and Dean to see their parents again, Bobby, and just everyone that they’ve lost in heaven together. I wish they would have had an episode “feel good” episode of just everyone being happy in heaven, throwing parties and bbq’s, and just drinking until they’re too drunk. Let me know how you think SPN should have ended!

[dracoxsworld]

Dozed Off - Harry P. x Reader

You arrived at Kings Cross station, bags in hand. The crisp Autumn air flew through your hair. Your knuckles were white, strongly grasping the handles of your bag.

You see your friend, Hermione, standing with her parents, speaking with another Hogwarts student.

“Granger!” You call out, standing on your tippy toes so she can see you better.

“Oh my goodness, Y/N!” She responded, her face lighting up. She runs to you and wraps her arms around you. You set your bags down and wrap your arms around her as well. “How was your summer?” Hermione asked, helping you with your bags. “Not long enough, surely. I actually packed so last minute I didn’t get much sleep.” You admitted, chuckling to yourself. “You really should do better with your sleep schedule, Y/N, sleep is your brains best friend-!” Hermione went on about how I can help my brain.

You then see another familiar face, Harry Potter. You and Harry never had classes together, so you never had much conversations even though you've known each other for years. He greeted you and Hermione. "Has Ron arrived yet?" The boy with the messy black hair asked. Hermione shook her head. "No, not yet, Y/N and I were just talking about our summer, how was yours?" She asked.

"Oh, you know- brilliant, the Dursley's are always the best family to be around." Harry said sarcastically. Hermione frowned. Harry waved it off. "It's fine, Y/N, how as your summer?" Your head perked up.

To tell the truth, Harry Potter always had you in awe. He was fearless, intelligent, and charismatic; characteristics you felt attracted to. "oh, it was- you know-" You stammered. Hermione gave you and ornery smile. She knew. Before you could finish, Ron Weasley, your red-haired and freckled skinned friend came running to your group.

“Hermione! Harry! Y/N!” He exclaimed, giving you all a group hug. “How was your summer?” Hermione asked Ron. “It was fine, mostly playing Quidditch with Fred and George.” Ron smiled.

“Well, I’d love to stay and chat, but Ron and I have to sit with the Prefects on the train, we will see you two once we get to Hogwarts.” Hermione politely explained, grabbing Ron by his arm. Ron rolled his eyes. “Hermione I just got here-“ he started to argue, but she was pulling him away. I chuckled as the pair bickered.

“Well then, would you like to sit with me?” Harry asked, pushing up his glasses awkwardly. “Sure, sounds good.” You said, unable to keep eye contact. Harry was very handsome, he had grown into his looks quite a bit. He had gotten a haircut, although his raven hair was still messy. His glasses were taped together in the middle, and his skin was fair. His eyes were a beautiful shade of green.

Both you and Harry boarded the train, and found a compartment to sit at. “So, Y/N-“ Harry started as he put both yours and his luggage above your seat on the shelf. “We’ve never talked much, have we?” He asked. You shook your head. “What was your childhood like?” He asked. Deep question, required some thought.

“Well, my moms a half-blooded witch, my dad is a pure-blooded wizard, so it wasn’t a surprise when I levitated for the first time.” You chuckled. Harry’s eyes shined, he took a seat next to you. “What’s it like growing up in the muggle world?” You asked. Harry shrugged. “Kinda boring compared to the magical world. I’m sure it wouldn’t be so bad if I wasn’t living with the Dursleys.”

You and Harry talked for about an hour about your childhoods, embarrassing moments, and funny stories. Your eyelids started to get heavy. “Godric. It’s been a long day.” You yawned and stretched. Harry was tired too, he took off his glasses for a moment to rub his eyes. “I suppose this has been a long train ride. You’re just very entertaining I haven’t noticed.”

You blushed, “Why thank you, golden boy.” Harry’s lips curled into a smile. Your eyelids were getting heavier, and you felt yourself getting more and more sleepy.

Harry’s POV:

Y/N’s head was swaying left and right, until I softly pushed their head onto my shoulder, which then fell into my lap.

They were out like a light, very quietly snoring. I chuckled to myself. Why have I waited so long to get to know them? My hand gently went through their hair. I had a small bag on the floor next to my feet, with a quilt. With my wand I swished and flicked and the quilt unfolded itself and softly covered Y/N; leaving their head on my lap.

[harlowsbby]

A fluff: Jack and the reader spending the day decorating their first apartment together for Christmas.

Be mine this Christmas

You loved Christmas you weren’t sure what it was about it but you loved and adored Christmas. The entire week you spent at target getting Christmas decorations for Jack and You to put up this weekend.

Now that it was finally Saturday you laid out all of the decorations out on the living room floor, while Jack put together the Christmas tree.

“Baby are you sure a 10’ tree was necessary? It’s so big I’m surprised I was able to put it together.” Now why would he even ask that he knew how much you loved the holidays.

“Yes it was necessary remember Christmas is at our place this year and we have to make sure everything is perfect.” You started wrapping around a few lights around the tree, the color for the tree this year was a blue, white and silver themed. You spent hours in target making sure you found the perfect Christmas ornaments.

“I honestly don’t even wanna know how much any of this is.” Looking over at Jack you saw him inspecting a few of the decorations. “Well everything was a bit pricy but isn’t it worth it to the see the smile on my face?” You pouted he rolled his eyes but nodded his head.

“I guess it is worth it, what are we putting on next?”

“Well I just finished wrapping the tree with the lights so we can start hanging the ornaments baby.” Jack smiled and took a few pictures and videos of you here and there, he found it cute how you had to stand on the chair in order to reach certain places on the tree.

He played Christmas music and even put some cookies in the oven for the two of you to enjoy after you got finished. After a few hours the two of you finally finished and were now sitting on the couch enjoying your cookies and hot chocolate, when Jack noticed a box that wasn’t opened.

“Baby what’s in this box?”

“What’s in what box?”

“This one.” He picked up the mini box and brought it over to you before opening it and taking out the mistletoe you completely forgot you had ordered.

“Oh my mistletoe I forgot I had ordered that the other day, we don’t have to put it up I mean nobody exactly comes in here besides us.” You told him but Jack actually wanted to put it up.

“We can still put it up baby, let’s put it by the door so that way you always have a reason to give me a kiss when you come inside.” He grinned and went to attach the mistletoe near the door he stood back and looked over his work in approval.

“Come here baby I think it looks a bit crooked can you help me look.” You rolled your eyes playfully and got up making your way over towards Jack.

“It better not be crooked that was so much money.” Looking up you noticed nothing was wrong with it at all.

“Jack there isn’t anything wrong with it?” You looked at him and saw the big grin smudged on his face.

“You just fell into my trap so now you have no choice but to kiss me.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You stood on your tippy toes while Jack lowered himself down and rested his hands on your hips before giving you a kiss.

“Thank you baby I enjoyed that kiss very much.” You laughed and gave him a hug, the two of you wrapped up in one another.

“What do you want for Christmas this year Jack?” He rubbed his beard acting as if he was thinking long and hard about what he wanted.

“What do I want? Well I have everything I want which is you baby, you’re the greatest gift anybody can ask for.”

“Not you going soft on me now Jack.” He laughed and brought you closer into him if even possible.

“For you baby ima always be soft, I love you baby girl.”

“I love you too Jack.” Your moment was ruined when Jack for a incoming call. “Hello?” He answered the phone.

“Who is it?” You mouthed. “Urban.” You frowned he probably wanted Jack to come out tonight.

“No ima spend the night with my girl.. alright bye Urban.”

“You didn’t have to cancel on him you could’ve went out.” He smacked his lips and pulled you to the couch. “And miss watching the grinch with my girl? not a chance.”

[purplekiwis]

I love your writing!!! Can i request subrry? Like everyone is surprised when they accidentaly find out that harry is often a sub and harry just blush constantly around y/n's conservative family because he knows they know. I would love for you to write about y/n teasing him about how it turned him on the fact that her family is not happy about it. With a little smut like a handjob in the bathroom or something.

Love ♡

subrry blurb: nosy

Warnings: Smut , Implications of exhibitionism, Slightly uncomfortable interactions with an overly curious mother

Wordcount: 3.7k

anonnnnn 💗 this one was crazy fun to write!! although i will admit i was a little scared to dive into this subject at first, 'cause i know this might not be everyone's cup of tea, but i still hope you enjoy what i came up with.

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“Harry, the other one looked fine...” Y/N said, zipping her suitcase open as she watched Harry place yet another set of clothes over the bed. Once again, emptying half a drawer just to pick out a shirt to match his trousers.

They were going to spend Easter at Y/N’s parents’ house… something that could have perfectly justified Harry’s agitation, had it been the first time he was attending one of their family gatherings…

But it wasn’t.

He had already met all of her close relatives before, on multiple occasions, and he had never acted nervous about it before...

Power play aside, Harry was never the kind to be shy or scared to talk. He could make casual conversation with anyone… even with Y/N’s tight-lipped granny, or with her 6-year-old second cousin, who had the most racy and incoherent speech ever.

This time however, he was… incredibly fidgety.

“No, it looked stupid.” He grumbled under his breath, taking a step back to admire his outfit combos from afar. “They all look stupid.”

Y/N sighed at that, deciding to walk around the bed to meet her lover on the other side. “Come here you big ol’ grumpy baby,” She cooed, hugging him from behind and nuzzling her face on his shoulder. “Alright, tell me - what’s the real issue here? ‘Cause I know for a fact that you love that shirt.”

“Dunno, I’m just… nervous, I think.”

“About seeing my family?”

“Yeah, a bit.” He admitted, pausing for a beat before adding, “I guess I’m like… scared they’ll look at me differently.”

Y/N frowned a bit, confused. “Why would they do that, baby? They love you. You know that…”

“Yeah, but that was before… you know,” Y/N’s brows furrowed deeper, she really didn't know what he was referring to. “That thing with your mum. It was funny when you told me… but now that I actually have to see her and the rest of your family, it’s making me nervous ‘cause...” He huffed, before saying briskly, “I don't want them to think I'm not man enough for you.”

“Babyyy…” Y/N whined, shocked to find that he’d been worrying over something like that. “Whether you’re enough for me or not is up for me to decide, not my parents.” She assured, dotting kisses up his shoulder. “And I've already decided long ago. You are enough. Much more than enough...”

In response to his girlfriend’s admission, Harry turned - leaning forward and pressing his face against her neck. “Okay. Good.” He whispered, breathing in her scent before adding, “Remember when we first got together, and I told you that you were the best thing that ever happened to me? It still stands. I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone but you.”

“Good, ‘cause you’re not getting rid of me anytime soon.” She bantered, getting on her tippy toes to peck his mouth, once, twice, three times before she forced herself to pull away. “And take the button-up with the cute little spaceships. It's not stupid, it’s my favorite too.”

**

During the car drive to her parent’s house Y/N kept mulling over what Harry had said earlier…

So that was why he’d been avoiding family gatherings like the plague lately...?

Because he was scared her mom was going to judge him...?

That had never even crossed Y/N’s mind… probably because she already knew the drill when it came to her mom. Y/N’s mom was, well… a classic motor-mouth. Who liked to poke her nose into everyone’s business and then played the prude and pretended to be astounded by her juicy findings, just so she could have an excuse to ask more nosy questions.

So yeah, Y/N’s mom was a bit of a meddler… and even though her motives were more so curiosity than genuine judgment, it got annoying. Especially when she tried to poke into Harry and Y/N's sex life, after she started suspecting they weren’t doing things in the most conventional way…

Of course they’d originally never meant for any of their parents to figure anything out, and they hadn't… at least not entirely, and certainly not overnight - it wasn't as if they'd walked in to find Y/N with a whip in hand.

It was the small clues here and there, namely a few things they’d happened to have caught sight of that they were never supposed to see. Like ever.

And it also wasn’t like Y/N and Harry had a habit of leaving their kinky stuff laying around the house for everyone to see, but sometimes, because they were so used to certain objects, their brains sort of failed to remember those should look strange to other people’s eyes. Hell, most times they even forgot said objects were incriminating at all… until they noticed the bugged look in their visitor’s eyes and realized what they were staring at.

It was never something crazy like a fluorescent dildo. In fact, Y/N is pretty sure the worst experience she’s had was that one time her mom visited while her and Harry had a very, uh... interesting looking set of clothing hanging on the drying rack. Oh, or that time her dad found a lost collar under the couch and proceeded to ask if they’d gotten a pet dog.

Harry’s parents had caught onto some things too, but they knew better than to ask on them… unlike Y/N’s mom,

Who had once, after the drying rack incident, when they happened to pass by a sex shop window while shopping for sales together, turned to Y/N and said something like, “That hideous thing on the mannequin reminds me a lot of a rubbery rag I saw at your house…” Then she’d sighed, before adding in that slightly judging mother tone, “You know, sometimes I still wonder what my daughter could be doing wearing such frippery, but I think I'd rather not know.”

“Trust me, I don’t think you want to know either.” Y/N had replied, slightly annoyed. “Sides, what Harry and I do in our privacy is none of your business. I don't get why you're wasting your time thinking about that...”

“Oh, so you are admitting it is for sex…” The mother protested, rushing to keep up with Y/N's steadfast walk along the sidewalk. The slight stumble in her footsteps was almost comical in comparison to those of her daughter, who hadn’t had to swerve once, whereas she continually bumped into other walkers passing by.

“Of course it’s for sex, mom. What else would it be for?” Y/N murmured back, once the coast was clear of potential listeners.

“Well, I don't know. You tell me, you’re the one who wears it.”

“Christ mom, it's a corset! Don't need to make a scene about it... didn't you use to have a sheer babydoll? There. It's the same thing.” The girl argued, ending with a click of her tongue.

“It certainly isn't.” The mother grimaced, seeming rather nettled by the comparison. “A babydoll is elegant and modest... that thing you have is... depraved, to say the least.”

“Yeah, so?” Y/N questioned, just as miffed. “I like it and it makes me feel pretty - and good in my own skin, which is something you should be happy about.”

“So you're some kind of deviant, is that it? Like that Fifty Shadows movie. Is that what you're doing?”

“It's Fifty Shades, mom - not Shadows, and no that’s not what I’m doing because what happens in that movie is as far from a good depiction of healthy BDSM as it can get.”

“So you are doing it!” Upon her mother’s accusation Y/N simply shrugged, looking completely unconcerned as she resumed her walk. “Do you have any idea of how dangerous that kind of thing is?!” The woman hissed lowly, dashing after her daughter. “What if Harry flips one day and decides to leave you tied to the bed? Who's going to find you, then? Ever think of that? Of course you don’t. You never think about the consequences of anything.”

“You and your crazy speculations…” The girl sighed, halted, and looked back to face her mom. “When have I ever said I was the one getting tied up in the first place?”

“You didn’t, but you’re certainly not… you couldn’t possibly…” Her words came out stammered, as she scrambled to make sense of what exactly Y/N was implying. “You’re not the one doing the tying, are you?”

In response, all Y/N did was raise her brows once and smirk slightly, before focusing her attention on the other side of the road. “Look mom, Sephora’s doing clearance sales on skincare.” She nipped suddenly, changing the subject. “Should we go have a look?”

“Y/N, answer me.” The mom insisted, body growing dull and distressed.

“I've been dying to try their new cleansers... oh, and perhaps a new moisturizer would be good too...” She carried on rambling to herself, skipping onto the crosswalk just as the pedestrian traffic light turned green.

**

Casting frustration upon her mother had felt incredibly satisfying at the time, but Y/N will admit there were times she’s regretted having been so blatant…

Numerous of those being on Easter evening.

“Stop staring at Harry like that, I bet you’re making him self-conscious.” Y/N hissed at her mother, once they were the only ones left in the kitchen doing dishes after dinner. Harry had been helping them, but he was made to leave halfway by Y/N’s little cousin, who wouldn’t stop nagging him to go play "Guess who?" with him.

“I wasn’t staring.” The mom hissed back, while she arranged the dirty cutlery in the washing machine. “With that said, if he’s feeling self-conscious it’s because he knows he’s guilty of something.”

“Guilty of what, exactly?” Y/N questioned, taking a hand to her waist.

“I don’t know, probably the unspeakable things you two do together.” She said, bending over the machine to add some more dishes. “I hope you two don't get any ideas tonight, because your bed creaks and we have guests at home.”

“Oh my god, you’re insufferable!” Y/N yelped, before picking up a pan from the sink and starting to scrub it - angrily and without a care about the screwing up the nonstick.

“And it comes from a place of worriment.” The mother said, pulling the dish sponge out of Y/N’s hand and turning it over – because God forbid someone would scratch her expensive, fancy pan by cleaning it with the rough side of the sponge. “Maybe if you told me more about your life I would stop prying.”

Y/N sighed. “I got a promotion the other day…” She said, in an effort to deflect the topic.

“Really? That’s wonderful, darling...” She smiled proudly at her daughter. “What kind of promotion was it?”

“The kind that gives you more headaches than money.” The daughter said, placing the washed pan on the dish drainer. “It's been... draining, and stressful, and I'm not even sure I'll enjoy this position as much as I did the previous one.”

The mom peeked at her over lowered glasses, clearly taken-aback by her daughter's lack of enthusiasm. “So what are you doing now at the company?”

Y/N huffed, picking up another pot from the sink. “I went from managing recruitments to being in charge of the HR department.” She said, what prompted her mom to let out a cheerful hum. “Which, I mean… I don't want to sound ungrateful… it’s nice that they asked me, but… I know they only did it ‘cause they didn't want to hire someone new for the position. So, basically they gave me a dry promotion, and hoped the ego boost would be enough to hold me over.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Her mom said, petting her back in consolation. “I’d say you should test it out for a little longer to see if you like it… and if you do, perhaps you can look for another company that is willing to pay more for the same job…” She smiled reassuringly, bidding her daughter into returning the gesture. “How about Harry? Is he still working at that gaming shop?”

“Mhm, he is.” Y/N smiled at the mention of Harry… she hoped he was having an okay time playing with her cousin. If she could bet, she’d say he was currently playing the fool and letting the little guy win all the rounds of "Guess who?".

“It’s a shame he didn’t get to go to college… he’s a smart kid. He could’ve landed a good job at a company like you did if he wanted to…” Y/N's mom said, although she didn't sound faultfinding, just… reflective.

“He doesn’t need to.” Y/N said instantly. “He likes working there, and we make plenty enough for the two of us.”

“Yes, but one day it won't be just the two of you, will it?” She reminded, playfully nudging Y/N’s shoulder.

“Even so, it would be fine. But that's not something for now either… we have enough in our plate as is… don't need shitty diapers on top.” The girl laughed when her mother slapped her arm for cursing. “I have to say though… I’m surprised by how much you want me and Harry to start a family…”

“What? Why?” The woman asked, taken aback. “Oh,” She blurted once she noticed Y/N’s suggesting look, waving the dishcloth in her hand dismissively. “I’ve always liked Harry... and I love you. I can tell the two of you are happy with each other, and that’s all a mom could really care about...” She paused, “And he helps with the house chores – I care about that too.”

**

By the time Y/N left the kitchen and reentered the living room, Harry and her cousin were no longer playing - the kid had flaked out on the couch and was now drooling onto one of her mom’s cushions. Beside him sat Harry, who was leaning against the arm of the couch, with his arms crossed over his chest. By the looks of it, he too wasn't far from catching some z's.

His heavy eyelids opened from startlement when he felt someone sit next to him, but once he realized it was Y/N he smiled contentedly, shifting on his bum just so his body was leaning against her shoulder instead. “Feelin’ okay?” Y/N asked, lovingly fixing a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Yeah, ‘m okay.” He straightened up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Just getting sleepy, I think.”

“Wanna go to bed?”

He nodded, before saying, “But I don’t mind waiting if you want to stay and chat with your family longer…”

“No, it’s all right. We can do that tomorrow, I’m a bit tired from the drive too and uh, miss you. Want to cuddle you.” Y/N said earnestly, getting up with a small huff and extending out a hand to help Harry get on his feet as well. Only, he was such a wobbly sleepy mess that she ended up having to drag him by the hand into her childhood bedroom, where the two of them spent the night.

**

“Babyy…” Y/N cooed lowly, “Baby, baby, baby…” She rehashed, laying soft kisses over Harry’s cheek in between words. It was now the next morning - 10am to be precise - and Harry was still blissfully asleep, unphased by the commotion happening outside the bedroom walls, with everyone talking loudly in the kitchen while having breakfast.

Or so Y/N thought, until he spoke against his pillow. “If you keep giving me kisses ‘m never going to want to get up,”

Y/N chuckled, playfully nipping his ear before letting go. “So you’ve been awake and ignoring me this entire time, have you?”

“Mhm…” Harry still mumbled sleepily against his pillowcase, before twisting on the bed to face his girlfriend. “Good mornin’,” He said, tipping his head forwards to get a kiss from her.

“Good morning,” Y/N murmured against his mouth, still kissing it.

“Wait,” Harry mewled once she tried to pull away, unwilling to let go so soon. “I haven’t finished saying ‘Good morning’ yet…” He said, as his lips tentatively began to move down her neck, towards her cleavage. He tried to draw her shirt down by the neckline, just so his mouth could reach her nipples.

“No puppy, you’re going to turn yourself on…” Y/N scolded, while gently tugging the fabric back up. “We can’t do naughty stuff here. This bed is way too noisy… and so are you, you’re a noisy little thing.”

“I can be quiet…” Harry promised, making pretty eyes at her.

“Or… you can be patient and wait until we’re back home.” She retorted, as her finger reached up to tick his nose playfully. Harry’s hand grasped around her wrist before it could pull away, and gently he guided her fingers towards his mouth. He kissed them all over, before finally taking them inside.

Arousal ran down Y/N’s body at the filthy sight… and the feeling of warm, wet suction confining her skin. It moved up and down. Over and over, until Harry’s lips pulled off and he hesitantly guided her hand to rest over his belly instead.

Then, slowly, he steered it the rest of the way down… until it reached his erection. They both gasped at her contact, “It’s for you...” Harry mumbled, knowing how much it turned his girlfriend on when he got vocal about her owning him.

Y/N shouldn’t let this get to her… in her head she had already decided she was going to make him wait… because this was a bad idea! It was wanton for them to be doing it at her parents' house. They hadn't even locked the door… what if someone accidentally opened it by mistake? Also, the walls in this house were thin… and Harry always got loud - especially when he said he wouldn’t. Not to mention that by doing this, Y/N was only giving her mother reasons for warning her not to have any ideas... So why was her hand rubbing-down?

“This hard just for me?” She whisper-asked, Harry nodded. “Are you going to be good if I take care of it? Do everything I say and stay nice and quiet?”

“Anything- fuck, anything you want.”

“That’s a good boy. A good, pretty boy.” Y/N pulled her hand from between his legs, making use of it to clutch his jaw instead. “Take your pants off and get down on the carpet for me, yeah?”

“Mhm,” Harry nodded, unable to say much with her hand still squeezing his cheeks. She leaned over to kiss him, soft and slow before she pulled away with a final peck and got off the bed.

The pajama pants she was wearing got tugged down her legs, along with her underwear. Harry did the same, getting up to undress himself before he sat on the floor beside the bed, like she’d told him to.

“Lay down, baby.” Y/N instructed, waiting for Harry to get comfortable before she crouched over him, straddling his face. “Lick it,” She requested, “Get it nice and wet for your greedy cock.”

Harry whimpered cravingly in response, tilting his chin up and licking upwards to smear the wetness forming on her hole over to her clit. “Mmm” He moaned once he felt her hips beginning to rock against his nose, but luckily his moan came out muffled. His lips latched around her clit, sucking it repeatedly until her legs began to shudder around his head from the stimulation.

Harry was hungry for it, she could tell by the way he was lapping at her folds like she was pouring sugar on his tongue.

His hands were clasped onto her ass, pulling her cheeks slightly apart just so her pussy was spread too.

Y/N would spend hours riding Harry's face if she could, but she wanted to take care of him too... and they also needed to hurry the fuck up before people started getting suspicious of their absence. “That’s enough, puppy.” She stated, propping her knees on the floor just so she could scoot back. “You were very good,” She praised, sorting a few sticky hairs away from his face. “But I want to put you in now, is that okay?”

“Yes, yes… please fuck me.” Harry pleaded, although his words got cut off by Y/N - who rushed to cover his mouth with her hand.

“Quiet.” She whispered as she adjusted herself over his lap, using one hand to guide his erection inside while the other remained curled over his mouth to keep him silent. “This dick is such a hassle… always getting hard, always feeling needy.” She huffed, as she slowly sank on it. “I would put it in a cage if I didn’t think I’d miss it so much…”

“Mmmm.” Harry moaned, his voice muffled by her hand.

The seldom noises inside the bedroom were lewd as she rode him, sounding hushed and wet from how slippery Y/N was between her legs. “You know, I think I might like you better this way… Still. Quiet. No whimpers, no pleas… just taking me like a good boy.”

He moaned louder at her words, shaking his head frantically. “Shh… too loud, puppy. Are you trying to get people to hear us?” His cheeks blushed, eyes glinting from arousal. “Shit… you actually like that idea, don’t you? Do you want them to hear you...? Want them to know how much of a desperate little sub you are for me…?”

Harry nodded once again, unable to stop his hips from bucking up with the excitement, “Yes, you do…” Y/N teased softly, removing her hand from his mouth for moment, “Say it out loud. Right now.”

He inhaled deeply. Puffy lips parting in a gasp before they contorted into a gorgeous, wicked smile. “I’m your desperate little sub and it turns me on that people know.”

[salazarslytherin]

sex on fire (s.b x y/n)

summary: an encounter with sirius in the kitchen

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cw/tw: smut, pussy slapping, fingering, dumbification, praise kink, like exhibitionism if you squint, age difference (reader is of age!)

word count: 2.14k

a/n: Inspired. SO HEAVILY by @thotbutpurple’s dilf!marauders headcanons, specifically this post for this imagine. also heavily inspired by @acosmis-t's fic peanut. honestly this is just, self-indulgent. might do a dilf!series, I'm not sure reblog to boost please xxx

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Some people would think that it’s weird to like someone almost twenty years your senior. And if we’re being honest, you thought the same too.

That was until Sirius fucking Black walked into your life.

One of your dad’s best friends from high school, Sirius appeared in your life when you were sixteen, riding back into town on a Bugatti motorcycle and a battered leather jacket. A photographer who’d travelled the world, he came back to your small town to spend time with his younger brother and his old friends from high school.

That spelt weekend barbecues at your house, watching the absolute hunk of a man walk around your house shirtless, or in the thinnest fucking white tank you’ve ever seen in your life. Whether Sirius owned clothes that weren’t band tees, white tanks, and ripped jeans, you didn’t know.

But secretly, you hoped he didn’t.

⚔︎.

Now it’s been three years since Sirius had returned, and yet another one of your dad’s friends’ barbecues was being held at your house. The men were out back barbecuing – they called themselves the Marauders, the name never not making you laugh. Unfortunately, this week you were unable to join them, holed up in your room to study for your finals.

With the weather heating up as it neared the beginning of the summer, you could feel each individual bead of sweat run down your spine. Unable to focus on anything with the immense heat and the overwhelming stress you were feeling, you took out your earphones and got up off your chair, deciding to go downstairs to get something cold to drink.

Opening your bedroom door, you could hear the music playing from the backyard, the booming laughter of the various men standing around the barbecue grill. Walking down the stairs, you recited the formulas you were revising earlier, not at all paying attention to anything around you. Stepping into the kitchen, you kept staring at the flashcards you held, opening the fridge door to grab the carton of juice you knew was in there.

“That focused, are we?”

The deep voice scared you, making the flashcards from your grasp fall all over the tiled flooring. You whipped around to see Sirius leaning against the kitchen sink, smirking as he watched you. You watched him in return, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he downed a gulp from his beer bottle.

Shaking yourself off, you turned back to the fridge and grabbed the carton, before placing it on the counter and closing the door. You bent over to pick up the flashcards that you had dropped earlier, only to hear a splutter of a cough behind you.

You turned around as you placed the cards next to the carton, seeing Sirius cough into his forearm, his abs flexing beneath the thin tank top he wore.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay, Sirius?”

The man waved his hand at you, placing the beer bottle between his lips as his eyes scanned up and down your body, smirking around the bottle.

“S’nothing, Y/N.”

Your eyes followed Sirius’s gaze, looking down to realise just exactly why he had his little impromptu coughing fit. Given the heat, you’d forgotten you were only wearing a thin tank top and booty shorts that day, meaning that when you bent over, you’d given Sirius quite the show. You felt yourself turn red as you realised, spinning around promptly to grab a glass from the upper cabinets.

Unfortunately for you, but quite a fortunate happenstance for Sirius, all the glasses on the bottom shelf had been taken outside for “public consumption”, and only those on the top shelf remained.

Conscious of your every move in front of the hottest man you had ever known in your damned life, you stood up onto your tippy toes, reaching for the glasses on the top shelf. You could feel your shorts riding up as you reached up as high as you possibly could, honestly just contemplating climbing on top of the counters to reach the glasses.

All you wanted was some damned juice.

As you struggled, you heard a chuckle sound behind you, then footsteps. Warmth emanating from behind you, and then a hard body pressed up against you. Your body tensed up as you felt Sirius’s body behind you, swallowing audibly. You saw a hand reach up above yours, the large appendage wrapping around the blue glass before receding as the warmth moved away from you.

“Here you go, pumpkin.”

The nickname made your mouth run dry as you turned around to take the glass from the man, smiling slightly at him. You felt a shiver run down your spine as your fingertips grazed his, having to grip the glass unreasonably tight as you felt your hands weaken at his warmth.

“Thanks.”

Your voice croaked at the word, Sirius’s smirk growing on his face yet again. You took the carton and poured yourself a glass, sipping on it as you leaned against the counter, mirroring Sirius who was back to sipping at his beer bottle.

You could feel your exam stress building up again as your hand reached for the flashcards again, flipping through them as you mouthed the different formulas and definitions written on them.

“Stressed, Y/N?”

You hummed in agreement as you focused on the cards in your hands, the glass having been returned to the counter as you sunk back into revision mode, barely registering the clink of the beer bottle being placed in the kitchen sink as the man made his way towards you.

“Want some help, destressing, hmm?”

You looked up at the man only to find him right in front of you, your body straightening up as you watched his teasing expression, lips curled and eyebrows raised.

You knew Sirius knew the way you felt about him. The way you sucked in a breath the first time you’d seen him, the way you licked your lips subconsciously at the sight of him, the way you thought about him when you touched yourself…

He wasn’t exactly subtle with hiding the innuendos.

You shook yourself free of those thoughts as Sirius watched you, almost as if he knew what you were thinking.

“More juice, maybe?”

The smirk only grew bigger as the man shook the carton slightly, uncapping it and tilting his head backwards, drinking straight from the carton itself. You watched with your mouth hanging open slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing entrancingly with every gulp.

“Oops, I might've finished it all. Though, I think there’s still a little more in here…”

Sirius watched you almost mockingly, mouth dropping open to show the bare minimum of juice left in his mouth.

The man knew you wanted him, and felt the exact same way towards you. He couldn’t help it.

The moment you stepped into the kitchen, he was a goner. The tank top clinging to your breasts, showing just the right amount of cleavage, the shortest fucking shorts he’d ever seen you in barely covering your ass, the man was holding himself together by a thread at this point.

“Hmm? You want it?”

Sirius’s eyes scanned your every move, eyebrows raising as you pushed off the counter slowly.

“Come get it.”

⚔︎.

You didn’t know who moved towards who in that split second, only that a moment later your world was turned upside down. Sirius’s lips were soft and sweet – the entrancing taste of Sirius overwhelming you, beer and orange juice mixing together in the kiss. As promised, Sirius’s tongue pushed a dribble of juice into your mouth, making you moan into his lips as your arms wrapped around his neck, flashcards scattering across the tiled flooring yet again, his hands coming up to grip your waist. The man’s calloused hands fingered the hem of your top, pushing the edges up, his thumb drawing circles on your hip bone.

You gasped at the feeling of his fingers on your skin, feeling Sirius chuckle against your lips at your surprise. Your own hands moved from his neck to his shoulders, sliding down to his arms. You could feel Sirius’s arms tensing at the feeling, the veins on his muscled forearms like braille under your fingertips.

Grunting into your lips, the man stepped forward, pushing you up against the counter, the edge right against the small of your back.

“Can I?”

Sirius asked breathlessly, lips bright red from what felt like minutes, but also hours, of yours against his. He ghosted the elastic of your shorts, eyes flicking between yours as he awaited your approval or disapproval.

You nodded, unable to speak as you held your breath.

Was this actually happening, or were you having some sort of heat stroke-induced delusion?

“Turn around and bend over for me then, doll.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you nodded again, rendered dumb by your disbelief at the situation. You bent over the counter, leaning on your forearms as you looked over your shoulder, watching Sirius crouched down, hooking his fingers into your shorts, pulling your panties down as well in one move.

The man sucked in a breath at the sight of you bottomless, making your face turn red.

“Such a pretty pussy…”

The blush spread throughout your body as you noticed how close Sirius was to you, his breath ghosting your clit as he did nothing. Simply staring at your cunt. His hands moved up from your ankles, where he’d brought your shorts down to, and spread you open, fingers dipping inside you unintentionally, but it was likely to have been intentional. You squeaked at the feeling, walls clenching around thin air.

This is so fucking embarrassing. But your body seemed to disagree, feeling yourself become wetter at the feeling of Sirius’s eyes on you.

Moving in to take a closer look, the older man sent you one of his signature panty-dropping smiles.

Literally, in this case.

“I’m going to fucking ruin it.”

You threw your head forward as Sirius ran his forefinger up and down your slit, the brief contact with your clit making you let out a loud moan of surprise. Your eyes squeezed shut as you hid your head in your forearms, Sirius’s finger stretching you out as you moaned into your arms.

“Don’t be so loud, doll. Do you want everyone to hear you?”

You shook your head, biting your lip as Sirius moved his finger in and out of you, growing wetter at the thought of anyone catching you here. In the kitchen.

With your dad’s best friend.

All coherent thought was interrupted as Sirius’s other hand landed on your clit, rolling the nub between his thumb and forefinger. The movement made your brain short-circuit, letting out a loud gasping moan as he pushed a second finger inside you as well.

“S-Sirius. Fuck.”

The man tutted from behind you but didn’t even falter in his movements, seemingly spurred by your pleasure to pump his fingers in and out of you even faster. You were so immersed in the pleasure that your eyes shot open in surprise as a sharp slap landed on your clit.

“What the fuck?”

Your head whipped back to look at the older man, who merely lifted a brow at your outburst, his fingers still thrusting into you, the sinful sounds echoing around the kitchen.

“Told you to shut up, doll. Or are you too dumb to understand simple instruction, hmm?”

As he said that, Sirius curled his fingers inside of you, making you choke on your breath as he hit something inside of you.

“S-Sirius. I-”

Another slap landed on your cunt, but the pain mixed in with the insane amounts of pleasure you were feeling, your eyes squeezing shut once more to see nothing but stars in the midst of your pleasure.

“I told you to be silent, didn’t I? How’ve I fucked you dumb already.”

You whined silently, wiggling your hips slightly as your walls clenched around him, feeling your pleasure mount inside you, climbing towards its precipice.

“Your pussy’s so tight around my fingers. You wanna cum, love?”

You bit down on your forearm, moaning out into it as you nodded, your orgasm threatening to erupt on his fingers.

Sirius curled his fingers inside you, the movement pushing you over the edge as you nearly screamed, thanking the heavens that someone, probably Sirius, had come up with the idea of blasting AC/DC in the backyard. Convulsing around the older man’s fingers, your chest fell onto the countertop, your fluids running down your thigh as Sirius pulled his fingers out of you slowly. The feeling of being empty made you whine, hand searching blindly behind you to find Sirius.

“Want more.”

A chuckle sounded behind you, Sirius’s hand finding its way to your hair, threading his long fingers through it.

“You didn’t think I was done, did you, pumpkin?”

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[rudemaidenswrite]

Kisses For Help

Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

My Hero Academia

By: @pusantheamazonian                   not beta'd

There’s no reason. Just some brain rot.

He's been watching you for the last thirty minutes from the end of the street. Surprisingly you peaked his interest. You've been screaming at the Nintendo Switch in your hands. Why are you sitting underneath a street lamp playing a video game? It's dark outside, should little girls be inside by now? 

"God damnit!" Yelling you almost throw your Switch. You can't seem to get past this level. It's always something popping out of a corner that kills you.

"It's not nice to yell." Obnoxiously red shoes fill your vision with a condescending voice.

"I will yell if I want to." A quick glance up. He looks like an emo who doesn't know what emo really is. The light blue hair is off setting to the all black outfit. Ignoring the man you start again.

"Then do it at your own place."

"Roommate is having sexy time so I'm out here." Huffing, your eyes don't leave the screen. "Damnit dead again!"

"Game troubles?" Laughing he watches you die again.

"Obviously." Annoyed if you don't get past this level. You're going to toss this game out. This aggravation is not worth the price you paid for it. 

"Give it." Extended hand he waits.

Standing up. You give him a skeptical look. Warily, you still hand it over. Noticing his cracked and dry skin, you wonder if it's because of his quirk or he doesn't know what lotion is. Probably both.

"Dude…" Amazed you watch him run through the level effortlessly. Leaning in, he's going much faster than you normally would. 

"Shush." Shushing you, he focuses solely on the game. Not aware of how close you've gotten. 

"Easy." Smirking, he hands it back. He finished that game weeks ago.

"I could kiss you right now. I've been trying for days to get past that level. It-" You quickly save it while rambling. This rando has turned into your savior.

"Go ahead."

"Huh?" Confused you couldn't have heard him right. 

"You can kiss me." Repeating himself he leans down to your level.

“That's what I thought you said.”

Stunned no one's ever challenged you for a kiss when you say it. Not wanting to back down. You slowly lean in standing on your tippy toes, giving him ample time to change his mind. Pressing softly against his lips, you linger a second too long. 

Pulling back it becomes a staring contest. You can see the subtle surprise in his eyes that you actually did that. You went and kissed a stranger for helping you with your game. 

"I'm Y/N." Murmuring you can’t look away. Those bright red eyes make it feel like he’s looking at your soul.

"Shigaraki." Smirking, you're much cuter when embarrassed. 

"Um." Your mind blanks for a minute. "I have some two player games if you want to play?" Risking it you don't know if it's worth it but you can't seem to care about the lingering awkwardness.

~

It's been a few days and you can't stop thinking about him. That night with Shigaraki has consumed your every thought. You've never clicked with someone that fast before.

So you've begun to loiter in that same spot at night hoping you cross paths again. Praying to the Gods that it wasn't just a one-off chance and you see him again.

"Sexy time again?"

"Shigaraki!" Smiling, you automatically stand up, putting your switch away. "Not today. I was actually waiting for you. I was hoping that you might walk this way."

"Me?" Feigning surprise. It's cute how you think you're the one who's been doing all the work in hopes to see him again. He'll let you keep believing that. Never letting you know that he's been stalking you since that night. That he knows your work schedule and who your friends are.

"If you're not too busy. I wondered if you wanted to hang out sometime." Fidgeting with your hoodie you hope he says yes. Otherwise you're going to seem like a stalker. "I understand if you don't want to. I know I'm just some stranger that kissed you the other day."

"If I help with games do I get more kisses?" Strategically he begins to back you up against the wall. 

"I-if you want to be paid in kisses. That's okay." Stammering you can feel your face heating up. "I can cook too."

"Hmmm." Grabbing your chin he maneuvers it to his liking. Stealing a kiss.  "Kisses should be fine for now."

[hotwings0203]

HOWDY!! how are u doing?? Its that person who asked if you would write something for that deku imagine that @candy-hime wrote, about you and deku forced to live together and you corrupting him it could be you or reader but I just love that concept of corrupted! Deku 😩🙏🏾💕💕

Thank you, have a nice day/night!! 😪💜

OH HI HAHAHA MASSIVE BET, I think I’ll do a little bit of both. This will probably be a little self indulgent but I’ll still put it as an “x reader”!

Tw:noncon, misogyny, the reader is a bitch, vouyerism

It was a dare by your friends to live with Izuku Midorkya for a month if you really could handle any type of man.

You’ve dealt with Hawks’ cocky nature, Shoto’s bland comebacks, Bakugo’s constant state of rage- you’ve done it all. Any type of scummy or tiring man a girl has to date you’ve seen in all of these men. They’re practically walking red flags.

Until you’re forced to room with Deku for a whole freaking month.

You just don’t get him! Why is he always so cheery? What the fuck is he smiling about? And who the hell is he baking for? There’s only two of you in the house, it’s not like you’re his girlfriend or anything.

You don’t buy it. There has to be some kind of catch to all this facade of a gentleman.

“Hey, Y/N?” He knocks on your ajar door and peeks his cute little face in. “Did you have dinner yet? I was gonna eat but then I thought I’d have some ramen with you-“

“Did I say you could enter?” You slowly lift your head up from your laptop and glare at him. “Are you some kind of pervert? What if I was changing?”

“N-no! I’m so sorry, I should’ve let you answer first, I just wanted to see if you were hungry-“

“God, what are you, my dad? Is that what you want? For me to call you Daddy?” Sneering, you jump up from your bed and stall towards the door.

Deku stumbles over his feet to retreat after seeing the look on your face. “No! Not at all, what? Come on, I didn’t mean any harm-“

“Yeah? Then knock before you enter closet perv.” And with that, you slam the door mere inches away from his startled face as hard as you can, uncaring if the low this on the other side of the wood was his connection to it swinging shut.

“What a fucking brown-noser,” you mutter loud enough for him to hear.

It’s odd how long you wait behind the door before you can hear his footsteps retreat.

A week later you decide to amp it up a notch. There’s no way he’s so fucking green, there’s gotta be some twisted thing inside him that makes him tick.

And so on the day of his turn to do laundry, you decide to dump your fanciest and sluttiest undergarments into the laundry basket.

He’s in some dorky apron when you catch him kneeling over the bag, ruffling through clothes and spraying them with detergent like the good little boy he is.

You perch on the couch behind the laundry room and wait. He doesn’t hear a thing with his headphones blasting some stupid happy-go-lucky songs in his ears.

Eventually he pulls out your lace g-string, and stares at the crumpled mass in confusion. He unravels the lace and stares at it for a good minute or two in surprise you think.

But nonetheless, like the chivalrous man he is, he shakes his head and slaps his reddening cheeks to get over the shock before reaching for the spray.

This was your cue.

You make sure to sound out of breath and extra irritated when you flounce over to his kneeling form and snatch the garment out of his hands.

He jumps a bit and takes his headphones off when he sees your hand descending.

“Oh, it’s just you. You scared me for a sec’ there,” he laughs sheepishly and rubs his neck. “I was just doing the laundry, sorry if that looked weird.”

“Looked weird? You’re fucking disgusting, Dick-u. I’ve been looking for these for days now, and where do I find them? In your grubby little hands.”

His jaw drops open.

“Huh? No, you’ve got it all wrong! It was in the basket, I swear! You must have misplaced it by accident or something.”

“Oh, so now you’re calling me a liar? You think I’m crazy or something? Im not the one sniffing girls’ panties!”

He frantically waves his hands to negate your accusation but you merely spit on the floor next to him.

“Don’t touch my shit again you fucking freak. Go buy a pocket pussy or something since you can’t keep it in your pants.”

At this, he pinches his eyebrows together and starts getting up.

“Hold on, what’re you being so aggressive for? I told you, they were just in here, I’m not that kind of guy.”

He steps towards but you don’t back down. Rather, you jab a finger in his toned chest and bring yourself face-to-face with him.

“Dont fucking walk up to me like that you douche. You’re the one in the wrong here, so I wouldn’t be so aggressive, like you said. Come at me like that again and I’ll fuck you up.”

With the lace in hand, you barely contain your smirk as you storm back into your room, relishing in how Izuku stands like a statue in the same place as you left him, his hands curiously curling into fists and his nostrils inflated.

But behind the safety of your door, he doesn’t continue any shenanigans.

He stays relatively quiet and out of sight for a couple of days, and you start to get bored again.

So this time, you put all your cards on the table and do a double whammy.

One night you call Katsuki, a fuck buddy of yours for a while and use him to help you get off.

You’re not really horny, but the blond side does have a way of getting you there. Luckily, your room is right next to Deku’s so your plan is executed to the best extent.

“Katsuki, oh Katsuki, please. Fuck, fuck yeah, ‘wanna hear you cum for me baby, I want you to bruise my cervix,” you babble loudly as you shove two fingers in your pussy and use your thumb to press on your clit.

“Yeah, you fucking whore, you like that? You like knowing that a shitty nerd like him’s prolly getting off to you calling my name like a slut? I bet you do, keep fucking yourself to my voice, do it otherwise I’ll bruise your ass black and blue when this month’s over.”

“Kat-Katsuki please fuck meeee dadddyyyyy oh fuck-Kacchan!” You cry out and cum violently around squelching fingers.

You put the phone down for a moment to catch your breath, but hear nothing from the other room.

Your face falls as Bakugo rambles on the other end. You hang up with him mid-sentence and remove your fingers from your legs, licking it off absentmindedly and thinking of your next move.

The next morning, you don the tiniest pairs of shorts you have in your closet that accentuates the shape of your ass and the skimpiest bra you can find that shows a peek of the top of your nipples.

You tie your hair up and amble out into the kitchen where he already is, reading something on his his phone and sipping form a black mug.

He barely darts his eyes and lifts the corners of his mouth in a hesitant greeting when he sees what you’re wearing.

He chokes on his drink and does a massive double take, juice spilling from his open mouth.

You raise an eyebrow and smooth your baby hairs, rolling your eyes and walking behind him to grab your own cup.

“See something you like?” Water trickling is the only sound in the room apart from your quip.

“Uh, n-no. Just swallowed wrong I guess.”

“Wonder why,” you drawl with a bored voice and edge closer to his back.

He’s hunched over, mindlessly scrolling too-fast on his phone to be deemed as actually reading anything. You recognize this form of coping from people like yourself who try to find distractions at parties where you don’t know people, just flipping through tabs to look like you’re actually doing something.

As you walk around him again, you make sure to train your eyes on his own, hounding he out for the moment he slips.

And slip he does, but only after you pretend to stretch and lift your self on your tippy toes in front of him, your shorts hiking up to show some cheek.

It’s only for a moment, but while the cup is against his mouth and his phone in his hand, his eyes dart to the exposed skin, then back up to your triumphant eyes.

“I knew it.”

He sighs and puts his cup down. “Knew what?”

“That you were a sick little virgin who gets off on staring at girls.”

“Y/N, I wasn’t-“

“I also know,” you raise your voice above his and slowly walk over to the table on the other side across from him, leaning forward and making sure that your tits squish together as you drop them on the countertop, “that last night you were totally listening to me on the phone with Bakugo. I heard your grunts and disgusting fapping noises. You don’t have to make it so obvious that you don’t get any.”

And this time, regardless of his indignation and frustration, he can’t stop himself from watching your hands trail up the sides of your bra and slowly drag the material down, down, down until your perfect breasts spill out and embrace the cold granite.

You honestly have no idea if he jacked off to last night’s call or not, but he doesn’t seem to be denying anything.

His mouth opens the widest you’ve even seen it. His face is beet red, and he visibly starts to perspire.

Your hands mold the soft skin and squeeze until your nipples swell and peek out from between your ruthless fingers, but you still look as bored and slightly curious as ever.

“This is all you’re ever gonna get, you sad incel. Take a good long look at them since I know this is what you’ve been wanting this entire time now.”

His mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out.

When he groans and starts to bring his down down between his legs, you strike.

“I guess I really was right. You’re not some nice guy, it was all a facade. Can’t wait to tell everyone how fucked in the head you are.” His vision starts to clear as you sneer at him again and start packing your tits back where they belong.

As you turn around, you call out over your shoulder, “Oh, and by the way? You whimper like a little bitch.”

It’s silent as you walk with your head held high back to your room, sure that you had broken him and that he was going to take his loss with his own held low.

You don’t really expect to hear the thunderous sounds of someone dragging their chair away and positively sprinting towards you.

You turn halfway and your eyes widen as you see him barreling towards you with the most terrifying expression you’ve ever seen on him.

“What the fu-“

But you don’t get a chance to finish your exclamation, because Deku body slams you onto your bed and immediately seized your wrists above your head. You can feel his hard-on rub against your mound as he straddles your flailing body and keeps you pinned between his muscles calves.

“Get off of me, are you fucking crazy?” You scream and toss your head side to side, trying to arch your back to throw him off of you-which only succeeds in pressing your mound against his.

“You teasing slut. All I’ve done is try to play nice with you, but you just had to fucking push it, didn’t you?” He rages quietly, his arms shaking in effort not to snap your wrists in half. You still as his jaw clenches and trembles, his green hair hanging over his eyes that reflect nothing but malice and hate.

You’re scared. For the first time this entire month with him, you want him away from you and off of you.

“Look, I-I messed up, I know, I’m sorry-“

“-You’re sorry?” He laughs high pitched and you cringe when he thrusts his face towards yours, practically brushing noses and seeing his bloodshot crazed eyes.

“Yeah, you will be sorry. After today, you won’t ever fuck with me again. Or at least want to. I’ll do whatever the hell I want with you though since that’s what you’ve been so hellbent on achieving, right?”

His scarred hands waste no time in yanking down your bra the same way you did before, except much less gentler than you did by yourself.

“No, no, Deku please, I’m really sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” You whimper and struggle again beneath him, which is promptly stopped with a loud squeal when he pinches your nipple.

“Shut up. Wanton bitches like you don’t get to beg for mercy.”

He smirks and lets his tongue flop onto your strained neck, slobbering like a dog all over you.

“This is what you wanted right? For me to put you in your place and fuck your needy hole? And you had the audacity to call me disgusting,” he laughs and draws back, mocking your wobbling lips.

“Oh, oh baby don’t cry,” he holds both your wrists in one hand and uses the other to caress your cheek, slapping it hard when you turn away from his touch. “You’re just gonna get what’s coming to you.”

He indicates what he means by grinding his hips against the front of your shorts, snickering as you whimper and dipping his fingers below the hem, teasing you cruelly.

“Whose whimpering like the bitch now, huh?”

[donutloverxo]

How big do you think Steve is....? 👀☕

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I've got like a lot of feelings and thots about this but I'll just summarize them with this... smut, Steve has bde and a big🍆🍆, cumplay, this is like really filthy.

"Yes... um, Captain," Stacey bit her lip, she couldn't help herself. She knew she shouldn't be checking out her friends man but she was sure you'd forgive her. This was Captain freaking America. It would be an injustice to not appreciate his beauty. "What brings you to our little corner today?"

"Um... I'm here to see L/N," blushing a deep shade of pink and rubbing the back of his neck. The bouquet of lillies in his hand, and one of chocolates in another only making him stand out more so.

Stacy chuckled at his misery. "You call her by her last name? Hm... I actually think she'd like it better if it was the other way around."

Steve quirked a brow because he didn't understand what she meant by that. Smiling when he saw you return to your seat. "What're you doing here?" with a sweet smile on your face. Leaning up on your tippy toes to give him a small peck on his lips. "It's a nice surprise."

"Just wanted to give you these," he said as he handed the flowers and the chocolates over to you, "And to ask you to maybe have dinner at my place tonight?"

You giggled as you opened the lid of the box, mouth watering at the variety of sweets to select from, "Stevie, we're in a relationship now. You don't have to ask me out every single time." As you plopped a mint one in your mouth.

"It still feels nice to," He said before kissing you goodbye to return to his floor.

You offered some of your chocolates to Stacey, who seemed to be giving you the side eye for some reason.

"Is it true?" She asked.

"Is what true?"

"Does he have a fifteen inch long cock?"

Which made you choke on the coconut that was in your third chocolate. "What the hell?!"

"You gotta tell me. I promise I'll cover any of your shifts for you while you go on getaways with him to like Europe or something. I'll do your boring paper work. Alright, I understand you wanna keep his privacy," she nodded, bringing her hands together, "Just say when," She said as her palms started drifting apart.

"Stop that!" you swatted at her palms. "I don't know how big he is. We're taking it slow." You huffed. Going slow was his idea. He was old school in that way. You had no idea how you had resisted from climbing him like a tree for so many months.

"Listen, girl, it's just that he has major BDE. When he gives those speeches, and those clips of him fighting bad guys, you just know he has a big dick."

You did believe he had big dick energy as well. At a low moment you told him your supervisor was being an ass to you, even calling you a slut once for dating Captain America. You didn't want to burden him with your problems, which seemed to insignificant in front of his, and you didn't want him to do anything brash.

The very next day he paid your boss a visit. He didn't flaunt the fact that he was Captain America or a very powerful man. He didn't need to. He naturally had a very commanding presence. He just gave a long lecture to your boss on how to respect women, after which they never bothered you again.

You'd never admit this to Steve but you literally wanted to jump his bones them. He looked so fucking hot defending your honor like that. He was your knight in shining armor and you'd let him to anything to you.

Not to mention, you could see the outline of his probably long and thick dick in his jogging pants. That one unfortunate morning you agreed to go running with him. The only good thing that came out of it was that you got to oggle his ass and his dick.

You could feel his hands squeezing your breasts over your dress, you broke the kiss to take a look at him. Glassy eyes and cheeks flushed red, his chest heaving because you took his breath away.

"I wanna go all the way, Stevie." You demanded. "I've waited long enough for you."

"You know I could never say no to you, doll. I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Which he most definitely did. He must've spent like an hour between your legs, using his mouth and his fingers, worshipping evey inch of your body. You felt him rutting against the mattress but chose not to say anything.

"Wait, stop..." you pushed his head away, your pussy too sensitive after the third orgasm to be touch again as he pouted up at you. You sat up on your butt, "I wanna suck your cock," you said, making grabby hands for it.

"Um... you sure, doll? You don't have to," he was too shy to be naked in front of you. He still had his pants and underwear on. You were going to insist that he take it all off but you could barely handle a shirtless Steve, a completely naked one would probably turn your brain to mush.

"Yes I want it! Do you not want me?" your voice quivering just a little. You knew he wanted you, of course he did. But why can't he be vulnerable with you like you are with him?

"No no," he cupped your face, kissing your forehead, "Of course I want you. I want you more than anything else in the world. It's just that... I'm big. Before the serum it was pretty average and now... women get surprised a little."

"How big?" you sniffled.

"I guess you'll see," he said, pulling his briefs and his pants down at the same time.

You let out a loud gasp when you saw it. A literal monster cock. "Oh my god...." you breathed out, "I don't think that's gonna fit in me, Stevie.."

It was the biggest you've ever seen. Pink, long and thick, you could even make out a few veins on it, standing tall and proud against his hard abs, some blonde hair at the base of it. Pearly pre ejaculate oozing out of him, which made you salivate.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about that, angel," he stroked your hair, "That's for me to figure out. You just have to sit there and make good on your promise. Now come on, open up," he tapped his tip on your lips and you opened as wide as you could.

He wasn't even halfway in when he hit the back of your throat, making you gag around him. He softly fucked into your mouth, which some sucking and help from you. Holding onto your head lovingly as he spoke about how good you made him feel.

"You gonna swallow it for me?" he asked, to which you eagerly nodded.

'I wouldn't let a drop escape.' You wanted to say but it came out all jumbled since your mouth was stuffed full.

Finally you felt ropes of his spend hit the back of your throat. You were naive to think you'd swallow it all. You could barely get half of it no matter how hard you tried, most of it spilled out of your mouth and onto your chest.

He finally pulled out, looking at his girl so proudly, so eager to please him.

"I'm sorry," you said, as you tried to gather as much of his cummies off your body as you could. It tasted salty, the aftertaste being just a little bit sweet. You wondered if that was because of the serum too. "I promise I'll get it all next time. I'll be more prepared."

"'is not your fault, doll. There's... a lot of it."

"I like that though," you whined up at him as you licked your fingers, "I like it. It means you love me so much you made like tons of goodies for me."

He chuckled at that, pecking your lips, "I do love you a lot."

He made you lie back to make sure you were comfortable, wrapping your legs around his hips, "You tell me if it hurts okay, baby?" he asked to which you gave him a meek nod.

Bracing yourself for the pain. Despite how wet and ready and relaxed you were, it still hurt initially. But you asked him to keep going because you wanted to make him feel good and take all of him.

After a few moments you asked him to move.

"Your dick is so beautiful, Stevie." You beamed up at him.

"Not as beautiful as you, doll." He groaned as he pulled his hips back before rutting back into you.

"Nooo," you whined. This man needed to learn how to take a compliment! "No, your dick is so pretty. It's yours, and I'm in love with it."

"I'll promise you one thing, honey. You'll be the only one who gets to see it again from now on. It's for your eyes only now."

"Forever?" you pouted.

"Yes, forever."

You looked down at where both your sexes were joined together, "Looks like we'll be seeing a lot of each other from now on, Captain," you said as you clenched around him, making him bite the crook of your neck.

"Did you just give my dick a petname?"

"Yes, do you like it?" you asked, hopefully.

Steve would rather have you call him Captain. But you seemed so excited, "Yes, of course. You can call it whatever you like, baby."

He was trying to pull out of you to come, of course you wouldn't have that so you pulled him closer to you by wrapping your legs around him.

"I'm good..." you rasped, "got an implant and everything." Which would protect you from having any super soldier babies. "Please come in me."

"How can I say no that," his thrusts became a little more rushed and erratic. You could feel his warm cum fill you up and then ooze out of you as he pulled out.

He tched as he looked at your swollen pussy, "That won't do..." he said as he tried to push his cum inside of you but it was too much for your small cute pussy.

"I've got plugs at my home we can use to keep it in..." you moaned, extra sensitive to his touch then. "Can I have some more of it, please?"

You asked as he scoped your combined juices up with his fingers before feeding it to you.

"Just for now, doll. Next time we'll try that plug idea of yours," he said as he made sure you thoroughly sucked his fingers clean.

[imaginedreamwrite]

Surprise Sunday!!! Something with HL 💚

Ari lowered his hand again, stalling the moment where he should have rapped on the door and watched your face rise in surprise at his appearance, yet he couldn’t bring himself to knock. You weren’t expecting him, you were away for a competition and he had told you that he was busy coaching, he was busy with his team while in all actuality he was rounding up the last parts of your gift.

And then he was gone, driving to your competition with a few of the insistent players of his team in tow in their own vehicles to cause a distraction. One, or two of them, had garnered feelings for one of the skaters, and the other had feelings for one of your friends who drove with you.

He sighed and tapped his fingers against the box he was carrying, your surprise gift inside as a moment of unsureness had rattled him. Again.

“Ari?” The moment to surprise you had come and gone, and it was you who had caught him unaware. “What are you doing here?”

“Sweetheart,” he turned and looked at you, your fleece lined leggings and thick sweater and indicator that you’d come from practice, “I’m here to see you.”

“Me?” You wondered, ripping your gloves off to grab your key card from your pocket. “I thought you were busy coaching?”

“I wanted to surprise you. I brought you something.” Ari had wait until you walked into the room and then he followed you, slowly setting the box on the bed. “Open it.”

Ari watched you lift the lid from the box and gaze at the dress sitting inside, the heavily beaded design and mesh design was beautiful, breathtaking and bold.

“This is my dress.” You ran your fingers over the beading and furrowed your eyebrows in wonder. “It wasn’t finished yet, I still had…how did you finish it?”

“I got some help from someone in fashion design, I had them finish it. I know how much you wanted to wear it.” Ari set his hand on yours, thumb brushing your knuckles.

“You did this? For me?” You set the dress down and stepped between Ari and the bed, snaking your arms around his neck and standing on your tippy toes to kiss him sweetly. “Thank you! This is the best surprise ever!”

“Other than me being here?” Ari spun the two of you to sit on the bed, and then pulled you into his lap.

“Yea!” You kissed him quickly and pushed yourself to stand. “I’m gonna try it on right now!”

“I’ll wait,” Ari laughed under his breath as he watched you take the dress and slip into the bathroom.

[bridgeportbritt]

Creeksbrey Palace | Umbrage, SimDonia

Rose frustrated: Ella! How do you stand on your tippie toes like that when you’re dancing? I can’t do it!

Ella chuckles: Well, it helps to actually be graceful, Rose. I don’t know if you’ve got what it takes.

Rose annoyed: Ugh! That’s not nice, Ella! I’m telling, mom!

Ella laughs: Oh, come on! You’re in a little mood today, aren’t you?

Rose: Mom! Ella said I’m not graceful.

Bria: Ella? Stop picking on your sister. Rose? Stop being a tattle tale. Now, both of you, sit and shush. We’re having an impromptu family meeting.

Ella: Aw, come on!

Rose pouts: No fair! I wasn’t tattling.

Emmitt firm: Girls, listen to your mother.

Bria: First order of business... uh, is that my sweater, Ella?

Ella knowing: Uh... no?

Bria: Okay, scratch that. First order of business, my closet is officially off-limits!

Ella: But, this - among other things in your closet - look so good on me!

Rose: I guess I can play in Ella’s make-up instead.

Emmitt: Maybe we should move on to what this meeting is really about, honey?

Bria: Ugh, yes. The real reason for this meeting. Well, girls I have some news.

Ella: You’re not pregnant again, are you?

Bria: What? No!

Rose: Are we going to Willington Palace?

Bria: No, Rose. But we’ll see the Queen soon. Now, will you two let me talk? The news is...

Bria: Your brother, Grayson, is moving back home!

Rose surprised: Really? That’s great news!

Ella: Wow! That’s awesome!

Emmitt: He’ll be here later tonight.

Rose: Is he bringing Piki?

Bria: Yep. Lance is out getting carrots or whatever it is that cats eat.

Rose: Ohhh! I can’t wait to pet him!

Bria: ... and that’s not all he’s bringing...

Ella: What else?

Bria: Apparently, his girlfriend.

Ella: Mom, keep up! Grayson and Sarah broke up, remember? Grayson would’ve said something to me if he had a girlfriend.

Bria: It’s not Sarah, Miss Know it All. It’s actually Countess Olivia of Parkshore.

Ella: Wait, really?

Emmitt: Yes. Is there a problem, Sweetie?

Ella scoffs: I mean, what about Grayson’s job? Or his house? He’s just leaving all of that and suddenly coming home with the Countess? What is going on?

Bria: We don’t know all the details yet. Grayson called and said he needs the jet to pick him up and that it was urgent. 

Emmitt: Yes, we’re sure he’ll tell us more when he gets here. We just want to make sure he and Olivia are alright.

Ella quietly: Weird. I can’t believe he didn’t tell me...

Rose: I’m going to go get my Voidcritters cards ready to show Grayson!

Bria: I should go make sure they got his room ready.

Ella: Wait! Mom, Dad. There’s something I wanted to ask you...

Bria: Oh, Watcher. It never ends with these kids.

Emmitt: What is it, sweetheart?

Ella: You guys know Luka...

Bria: How could I forget? He was in my house all Summer. What about him?

Ella: His parents invited me on their family ski trip and I wanted to know if I could go. 

Emmitt: Well, I don’t see why not...

Bria: Slow your roll there, Daddy of the Year. I can think of 5 million reasons why not.

Ella: Here we go.

Bria: Where is this trip happening? How long is the trip? Who all is going? Will there be separate rooms? Do you even know how to ski? How are your grades so far? Any more trouble at school? And last but not least, do I have to buy a bunch of expensive skiing gear?

Ella: Komorebi. 5 Days. Him and His Parents. Yes. I’m taking lessons. Good. No. And of course, but you love shopping!

Bria: She’s got a point there...

Ella: So, is that a yes?

Emmitt: I mean, it all checks out. Luka’s dad does work for the SBI and Ella hasn’t caused any trouble lately.

Bria: Fine. But I want to meet these parents before the trip. And you’ll be calling us everyday you’re there!

Ella squeals: Thanks, mom! Thanks, dad! 

Bria: Yeah, yeah. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood because your brother’s coming home.

Butler: Your Royal Highnesses, Grayson and Countess Olivia have arrived.

Ella: This day just keeps getting better and better!

Emmitt: Let’s go welcome them in.

Grayson: Hey, guys!

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Soaring Hearts

Hawks/Keigo Tamaki x Reader Fluff Lemon

Authors Notes:

Thank y’all so much for all the support!! I’m so glad you enjoyed the story and like I said, here’s part Two!! I hope y’all enjoy!!

It’s been almost a month since your “encounter” with the Number Two Hero. You’ve been catching up with your family, seeing the sights, and wondering about your meet up with Hawks. Of course, you haven’t told anyone about meeting Hawks and the events that followed. However, there’s always the unexpected…

Part Two:

CHANCE ENCOUNTERS

“ Come on, y/n! You gotta check out this place next!” Your cousin, Fuyumi, waved you over to yet another sweets shop.

It was a nice day today and Fuyumi had the day off, so she decided to take your sight seeing/shopping. The district was actually really cool and had a variety of different shops, but you really didn’t have much money to spend. Since your dad ditched you, things have always been tight. If your uncle, the number one Hero, had not paid for your trip, you wouldn’t have been able to visit. However, you’d never tell your family about your financial situation.

“Oooohhh!! They have that awesome cake and milk tea!! Let’s get some!” Fuyumi grabs your hand and starts to drag you into the shop.

“Umm, Fuyumi, maybe we should slow down?” You really couldn’t afford it, but didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

“Oh no worries! Dad’s covering everything today! He insisted!” She beamed.

“Uuuuhhh…” You were at a lost for words.

You just decided to go along with it and allowed yourself to be dragged along. Despite your uncle’s attitude, he was actually a really kind person. You remember your mom calling him a monster and saying he was evil, but you just didn’t see that.

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You and Fuyumi were sitting at a table with a neon rainbow checkerboard tablecloth and a pink vase with white daisies inside. The place was really nice for being a sweets shop. It was cutesy kind of place with different kinds of teas and sweets and the atmosphere was relaxing. You just went with whatever Fuyumi ordered. She seemed to be really happy and enjoying hanging around you. To be honest, you were really having tons of fun and you were really happy you came to Japan.

Even your encounter with Hawks.

Even if it was just a fling and as much as it made your heart ache to want to see him again, you knew your best chance was on a screen versus in person. You didn’t regret spending the night with him, but you felt bad for how it ended.

~~~ FLASHBACK ~~~

It was either really late at night or very early in the morning when you had woken up. It was really dark and you were tempted to slip back into the lull of sleep. However, you had to pee really bad. Your body felt stiff and heavy. Nature calling, you rub your thighs together, feeling a sharp pain shoot between your legs, and a stickiness there.

‘Huh? Too early for my period.’

You try to shift to get up, but something was wrapped around your waist. It didn’t feel like your covers. It was warmer and heavier. As your brain slowly started to wake up, you realized the thing around your waist was connected to something heavy pressed against your back. You try to wiggle a little bit and whatever was around your waist tighten.

You felt a lump in your throat and carefully turned your head. Holding your waist was Japan’s number two pro hero! His gold locks even messier then normal and he looked absolutely breath taking asleep. You very carefully slide away from Hawks without disturbing him, gather your scattered clothing, and tippy toe into the bathroom.

After a few minutes, you emerge from the bathroom, fully clothed. You glance over at Hawks sleeping form, feeling regret for leaving like this bubbling inside you. However, you weren’t going to put yourself through that. Even though what you two had shared was amazing, you weren’t going to kid yourself into thinking that there was anything there. You wiped a few tears from your eyes and quietly left his apartment.

~~~ End F/B ~~~

“Y/n? Hey, y/n, you there?” Fuyumi is waving a hand in front of your face.

“Oh! Oh I’m sorry!” You laughed. “I guess I was spacing out.”

A waitress comes over to your table, setting down your orders and leaves with a bow. The tea smelled amazing and the cake super delicious!

“I’m sorry, Fuyumi, what were you saying?” You take a sip of the yummy tea.

She takes a bite of the cake and swallowed it, “I was saying that there’s this big charity party that dad wants us all to attend tonight and was asking you if you had a dress you could wear?!”

You choke a bit on your cake, “What?! No! Noooo! I don’t have anything to wear that fancy! I really don’t need to go, I mean I’m just his niece!”

Fuyumi makes a slight pouty face, “But you are family! It’s for the family’s of that Camino incident, so it’s for a good cause! Dad even said we could go pick out new dresses!”

You feel really uneasy about that,” That’s not necessary! Really!”

Fuyumi just smiled at you, “Really! Don’t worry about it!”

Even though you were still getting to know Fuyumi, you knew her well enough to know there was no point to arguing with her once her mind was set. You just take a bite of your cake as she beams knowing she won.

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After the sweets shop, you were dragged to a few clothing stores. Fuyumi found a few dresses she liked/bought, the one she finally chose for the evening was a navy blue tie back dress that had silver glitter at the hem slowly decreasing almost non existent to the waist, almost like a starburst effect. It looked amazing on her. In fact, a lot of stuff did.

You found a few things you looked for everyday wear and lingerie, which she bought you despite your protests, but nothing you felt confident in or really suited you. Finally, Fuyumi dragged you into this one store with all kinds of clothing. That’s when it caught your eye. It was an off the shoulder dress with loop sleeves, form fitting torso with lace up front. There was a satin bow at the waist, the bow resting on your hip. The skirt flared out into two layers, the top layer was sheer parted down the middle with tiny little diamonds (not real) that ruffled at the edges. The second layer was a satin material with the same diamond accents that came down to your ankles. It was your favorite color and the price wasn’t bad at all!

“Oh wow, y/n! That’s perfect! You should try it on!” Fuyumi beamed as she snatched the dress and pushed it and you towards the dressing room. A few minutes later, you came out with it on. It fit you perfectly and you couldn’t hardly believe it was you in the mirror.

“Y/n! You look beautiful!” Your cousin smiled at you, causing you to blush a little.

‘My little sparrow is so beautiful.’

You remember the last time someone called you “beautiful” and remembering that night made you turn bright red.

~~~ Later that night ~~~

Just as you thought, it was an extremely classy affair. There were ton of big time heroes there as well as a lot of influential names. You didn’t know everyone, but Fuyumi had no problem filling you in. She looked so pretty in her dress. Natsuo and Shoto of course didn’t show up. Fuyumi was squealing about all the hot and available guys at the party.

“Oh there’s dad!” Fuyumi grabs your arm and drags you over to where your uncle was.

He, of course being number one, was surrounded by a bunch of people. He looked really annoyed, but put on a front. Occasionally, shaking a hand. Once he saw Fuyumi and you heading his way, he excused himself and to meet you halfway.

“Hey, Dad! This things really great isn’t it?” Fuyumi smiles, as always, trying to be the sweet daughter.

“Fuyumi. Y/N. You’re both looking very nice this evening.” He gave a tiniest, quickest smile.

Fuyumi beamed at the compliment and gave even a little twirl. A waiter came by and offered you three a colorful drink in a tall glass with a cherry on top. Endeavor declined, but you two each took one and thanked him.

“Um, Uncle, thank you very much for the dress,” You bowed, careful not to spill your drink.

“Hey there, Number one! You sure are popular!” A familiar voice rang, making your heart stop.

You lift your head up, to see none other than Hawks standing next to your uncle, with his hand on his shoulder with his usual grin on his face. He, like the other pro heroes there, was wearing his typical attire.

“Ugh, Hawks, let me introduce you to my daughter, Fuyumi, and my niece visiting abroad, Y/N,” Endeavor holds a hand out gesturing your way causing your heart to stop.

‘Don’t be dumb, Y/N! It was a one night stand! He probably doesn’t even remember you!’

Hawks smiles at Fuyumi warmly, gently taking her hand, but there’s a split second of surprise and recognition when his eyes turn towards you. Your breath catches in your throat as he smiles, takes your hand into his, and brings it to his lips. You feel your face turn bright red.

“Nice you meet you, Y/n,” He says with a subtle hint of sarcasm. He was acting like you’d just met, but he definitely recognized you.

“Oh my God! Is that the number one and number two pro heroes together!” Someone yelled from the crowd.

Fuyumi grabbed your hand and hurried away so you two weren’t caught in the poparatzi fire. You glanced back at Hawks, who was still looking at you as you were being led away. The crowd of reporters encircled the two heroes.

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After the craziness with the reporters, you’d lost sight of Hawks. You’d spent the rest of the evening being dragged around by your cousin, talking, eating, and drinking. It was actually lots of fun. You got to meet a lot of new people and eat a lot of delicious food.

A little tipsy, needing some air, you excused yourself from your cousin who honestly was too engrossed in talking to this guy to notice you leave. You found a quiet place in the outside garden. The cool air felt nice on your hot skin and the scent of the flowers around you was relaxing. You sat on a bench by a fountain, closed your eyes, and took a few deep breaths. As you started to cool down, the breeze was starting to make you shiver a little.

Suddenly something soft and warm is placed on your shoulders. Your eyes shoot open and you see Hawks standing there with a gentle smile on his face, he’d placed his jacket over you. Seeing him so close to you, made your heart race and you felt a ping of guilt.

“Little Sparrow a bit chilly?” He reaches and brushes a stray hair from your burning face.

Hearing him say that nickname, flustered you because images of that night came flooding back. You felt the familiar spark of desire start from just that little touch. The memory of how those hands felt touching you made you shiver slightly.

“I, um, I…” You stutter out.

He tilts his head slightly, “hmmm?”

You bow low, “I’m so sorry! About leaving like that I mean!”

Embarrassed you ramble on, “It’s just, um, I’ve never done that type of thing. Not saying I regret what happened, but…I didn’t know what to expect afterwards and panicked and…I’m so sorry I left and didn’t say anything…”

You’re afraid to look up, but a gentle hand on your chin, turned your gaze upwards to meet his. Those wonderful lips of his gently covering your own. At first it starts slow, but then gradually becomes more passionate. One hand wraps around your waist as the other cups the back of your neck, keeping you in place. His tongue sweeps over your lips and you grant him access to your mouth without hesitation. All the desire from that night reawakening as that kiss makes you melt.

When your lips finally part, both his hands cup your cheeks bringing your face forward so your forehead was resting against his. Your noses almost touching, both your eyes shut, and you both a panting for breath. Just from that kiss, you could tell that you probably were already soaked down there. Your eyes locked when you opened them. Desire burning so brightly behind his gold orbs.

You looked so beautiful to him right now. The dress you were wearing was absolutely amazing on you, your lips were red and swollen from his assault, and your cheeks were flushed. That morning, he felt sad that you had left and he hadn’t gotten your name or info. That night has been fantastic and he didn’t know what it was about you, but he just felt so drawn to you. Sure, he’d had experience with women and had some fun in his younger years. Despite the rumors about him, he didn’t go around jumping from woman to woman. That was way too risky for one, but shallow one night stands weren’t his thing.

“Y/N,” He breathed before kissing you again. His hands starting the explore your body over your dress.

“H…Hawks!” You gasp as his lips start placing kisses down your neck. Hearing your name from his lips completely overwhelmed you with need.

His arms lift you up bridal style and he flies up high onto a balcony. The door’s unlocked and Hawks carries you into the dark room. It looked like someone’s office, there were shelves with all kinds of books, a couple of couches by a fireplace, and a large wooden desk.

Hawks carries you over and gently lays you down on one of the couches, his jacket acting like a pillow, and leans over you. His lips once again taking yours captive. He uses one arm to support his weight above you as the other slides up your leg bunching the skirt of your dress higher and higher. You gasp against his mouth when you feel his fingers press against the damp cloth between your legs.

“Oh!” You toss your head back as his fingers slowly start to circle the wetness there.

“I see my lovely sparrow is still so sensitive,” he murmurs as he kisses your shoulder, his fingers dipping beyond your soaked panties.

“Keigo!” You cry out and you feel Hawks shutter above you, feeling how wet you already were for him and already crying his name.

He couldn’t handle it anymore. He gets up off of you, you hear the sound of a belt buckle being undone and the sound of rustling clothing. You give a surprise squeal as you feel your panties being pulled off you. Hawks pushes your skirt all the way up to your waist and settles himself between your legs. Before you can say anything, he sheaths himself into you with one thrust. You can feel him fill every part of you, once again stretching you.

“Ahhh!” Your body shudders as you cum just from the sensation of him utterly filling you.

“Did my sparrow just cum from me just putting it inside?” He says with a cocky tone as he starts to move, “You really are made for me! Fuck! You feel so good!”

You dig your nails into his clothed back as your rocked into ecstasy. You look up at Hawks; his face twisted with pleasure and his beautiful red wings completely spread out above the two of you. Your tangle your fingers in his blond hair and bring his lips crashing down onto yours.

The sounds of moans and slapping skin fill the room.

“You’re so hot and wet! It’s like heaven inside you!” He breaths, never halting his thrusts, “God Sparrow, you’re taking me so wonderfully. You’re just the perfect fit!”

You start to feel that wonderful familiar knot start to build again. Hawks thrusts start getting a little rougher and deeper. A film of sweat covering both your bodies. His length hitting the entrance of your womb over and over again. The pleasure is just as intense as before that you feel your mind slipping away.

“Keigo! I’m gonna…oh God! I’m gonna!” You sob out, feeling yourself about to tumble down that peak any moment.

Hawks grabs your hips in his hands and pounds into you mercilessly. He burned the vision of you in his mind. Your h/c spilled all over as your head thrashes about, you withering underneath him with absolute bliss plastered on your face, and those lovely lips of yours swollen, parted, quivering as you start to reach your peak. That lovely dress of yours bunched at your hips giving him a wonderful view of himself being swallowed by your lovely pussy.

“Y/n, cum for me! That’s it! Cum for me sparrow!” He urges, pushing his hips against that spot a few times, his cock hitting your cervix, before you finally tumble over.

“KEIGO!” You scream, tossing your head back as your orgasm hits you. You cling to the couch as it washes you over. He holds his grip on your hips as he pounds you.

Hawks loses it when he feels you clamp down onto him, cumming around his cock. Your hot fluids gushing all over him. A few sloppy thrusts later, he’s calling out your name as he fills you to the brim. Another climax hits you as feel his dick twitching and filling you. You both lay there, panting afterwards.

You both hold each other on the couch, bodies still connected. Hawks still breathless, placing occasional kisses on your shoulder. He didn’t want to leave your warmth yet. After a few more minutes of holding you, mumbling soothing words, Hawks slips from your depths. He watches as your combined fluids seep from your opening slightly and catches your soft whimper once he left you.

Hawks sits up and gathers you in his lap, holding you to his chest. You smelt amazing. Like a sweet dessert. Your h/c was soft and your skin as well. It felt so nice holding you like this. You laid your head on his chest and gave into him holding you. His fingers gently stroking your hair. You didn’t want to be parted from him yet. You wished time would freeze and you two could stay like this. He smelt like rain. His warmth radiating from his body into yours. You feel a bit of sleepiness come over you.

“We should go before someone comes in and we get in trouble for staining their expensive couch,” Hawks whispers in your ear, bringing a bright red blush to your face.

You get up on your unsteady legs and straighten yourself up. You look around, a bit panicked, for your panties that you’d been wearing, but couldn’t see where Hawks had tossed them too. Your face turned bright red thinking how horrifying it would be if someone found them.

“Looking for something?” Hawks smiles at you, holding the bunched up lace garment in his hand.

“H…hey!” You feel your face burn even hotter. “Give those back!”

You go to try to snatch your panties from his hand, but of course he’s too fast for you and easily dodges. You go to try and grab them again, but this time he catches your wrist, pulling your body against his.

He smiles down at you, giving you a playful wink,”Consider these my hostage so you don’t go disappearing on me again.”

You make a pouty face at him and playfully punch him in the chest. He simply laughs it off.

His lips brush yours as he stuffs the material into his jacket pocket and lifts you up again. He effortlessly leaps down the balcony, safely with you to the ground. He gently sets you down on your feet. You feel his hand cover yours then sliding something between your fingers. It was his card, but at the bottom was a hand written phone number. You look up at him again and he reaches to brush a hair from your face. You looked absolutely adorable at that moment, looking up at him with big, questioning eyes.

“I don’t usually give out my personal number, but I’m willing to make an exception for you my sparrow,” He grins, ” However, now that I know you’re related to the big guy, I can easily hunt you down too.”

You give him a look and mumble under your breath, “You can try.”

He’s taken aback for a moment, then bursts into laughter. You were just too cute. He couldn’t help himself, wraps an arm around your waist, and kisses you deeply before he finally steps away from you.

He flaps his wings and takes off a few feet into the air. Small red feathers raining down all around you.

“Until I see ya around, Y/N!” He grins before taking off into the air. Leaving you looking up at the night sky as he disappears.

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So that’s it for part two!! Thank y’all so much and I’ll be working on part three soon. :D

[cow-smells]

Owe you one: Demetri x Reader

Summary: Y/n is on a mission to get that good geek D OR, Demetri tutors the reader. Reader sees it fit to pay him back.

A/n: Definitely not my finest piece of work but I had to let it out of me (: its my first smut. can you tell?

also please don’t repost this anywhere  :)

Words: 1678

Warnings: smut

Standing in the crowded hallway, Y/n scanned the crowd of students until her eyes set on her target.

    “Demetri!!!!”

Demetri was visibly startled, not used to having his name screamed out like that, surely not by a girl – most definitely not by Y/n. Y/n was one of the most popular girls in school and having her call for him, so publicly no less, made Demetri's cheeks flush.

They had been hanging out almost daily lately after a teacher suggested Y/n ask Demetri to tutor her in algebra, a subject she hated until the memory of it started tying itself with the lanky black haired boy.

At first they would study in the library but after quickly becoming friendly, the study sessions moved to either ones house. As time progressed Y/n began finding that she would find excuses in the guise of studying to seek Demetri out during the day, just to talk to him about anything at all.

Although she did use their study sessions to... well, study, Y/n couldn't help when her mind would wander elsewhere occasionally. When they'd both be perched on her bed, house empty but them, nothing but books between them... Y/n would lay a hand on Demetri's thigh, or sit a bit closer than necessary, waiting for Demetri to pick up on the hint; he never did.

    It was time to take matters in to hands.

    “Hey!” Y/n called as she caught up to Demetri. “Look!”

Y/n held up her latest algebra test, showing off a big B+ circled in red.

Demetri's eyes widened in surprise, his smile genuine. “That's amazing! I told you you'll do great!” he lay a shy hand on Y/n's bicep. It wasn't enough. Unashamed, Y/n held up her arms for a hug he couldn't deny.

Standing on her tippy toes, she held Demetri tight to her for a moment. “Seriously, thank you.”

She could swear it wasn't her imagination when Demetri was reluctant to let go.

Y/n slid her arms from around his neck to hold his shoulders. “Are you free today?”

Demetri thought; he was supposed to help Sam and Mr LaRusso fix up some stuff at the dojo but seeing as it was Y/n asking, looking up at him with her big e/c eyes and perfectly painted lips, he figured he could clear his schedule. “Uh, yeah.”

“Great. Could I come over? I wanna go over my mistakes, if that's okay with you.”

Of course it was okay. Demetri was crushingly disappointed once Y/n took the test and stopped meeting him every day, any excuse to spend time with her was more than welcome.

    Even if he was still too cowardly to make a move.

    “Yeah, sure. My parents should be working late today so, come by any time.”

“Okay,” Y/n bit her lip and brushed her hands off his shoulders. “I'll see you in a bit.”

Hours later, Y/n found herself in Demetri's painfully on-brand room. Closing the door after her she clicked the door to lock, even though it was just them in the meantime. She unhooked her bag from her shoulder, leaving it by the door.

Looking from the bag to her, Demetri asked, “What did you get wrong, anyway?”

“Oh, about that,” Y/n replied bashfully, slowly making her way closer to the boy, her hips swaying purposefully with each step. “I don't really care about the mistakes. I mean, sure, it's important and all, but...” Y/n reached Demetri, standing toe to toe with him. She reached her hand to grab the hem of his t-shirt, watching her fingers as she played with it – Demetri watching her. “I just wanted to get you alone. I never actually got to repay the favour, or say thank you.”

Suddenly looking up, Demetri found the girls face achingly close to his. If only he would lean down and close the gap... his mouth went dry.

“So,” Y/n eyes met Demetri's. Getting on to her toes, hands propping herself up on his abdomen, Demetri felt her breath on his lips as she next spoke. “Thank you.” With that, she closed the gap.

    Demetri felt fireworks go off within him. The one girl he had been pining over for so long was finally his. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer.

Y/n let her hands climb around his neck, one holding on to his hair as she kissed him deeper. Demetri briefly wondered if this might really just be her way of saying thank you, as unconventional as it may be – but once he felt Y/n's soft tongue searching for his, he decided to take what she was willing to give.

Demetri bent down in attempt to somehow be even closer, relieving Y/n from her position on her tip toes. He didn't even notice than his dominance on her pushed her back a couple of steps until her knees hit the bed, toppling her over with him above her.

    This was a very new situation for Demetri.

He had only just experienced his first kiss and here he was already, holding himself over the girl of his dreams. Looking down at Y/n's perfect smile and rosy cheeks (notably avoiding creating eye contact with her cleavage), every cell in Demetri's body urged him to surge forward, to kiss, to touch – so he rightened himself back up, knees still caging hers between his.

    “I'm sorry,” he apologized, despite it being nearly the last thing he wanted to do – the real last thing he wanted to do being pressure Y/n in to something.

He certainly didn't expect it when Y/n took back the reins and nudged Demetri with her knee to a sitting position on the bed, hooking the same knee around him until she was straddling him.

Demetri looked at Y/n from where she sat comfortably on his lap up to her eyes, his lips parted with questions he couldn't word; his own eyes hungry.

“Don't be.” Y/n leaned forward – Demetri leaned in instinctively in hopes to meet her lips, only to be left hanging when Y/n swayed her attentions to the skin under his ear, kissing and biting her way down the curve of his neck. Demetri closed his eyes, his attention completely devoted to the feeling of her lips on his skin, a feeling he had fantasized over for so long.

Fingers threaded between the bed sheets, Demetri couldn't contain his satisfied groan when she bit at just the right spot – and then again when she scooted her hips closer to his, forcing him to notice what she had.

Sudden panic rushing through him, Demetri lay his hands on Y/n thighs as though to push her back – she chose to stay put. “Shit, I'm sorry.” Demetri turned an unbelievable shade of red, causing the girl to laugh. If it were possible, he might have turned even brighter. He searched her eyes for disapproval, but found no such thing.

Looking down at the provocation that bothered Demetri so, Y/n met his eyes again. “Don't worry about it.” she captured Demetri's lips one more time, rocking her hips before they parted. Demetri gasped. “Besides,” she returned to her assault on his neck where red bruises were already forming. Her hands found his belt, undoing it. “I still owe you one.”

    It was with great effort that Demetri managed to ask “Y/n, what are you -” before her fingers were wrapped around him, rendering him silent – with the exception of a breath taken gasp.

Demetri could feel Y/n's lips contort to a smile against his skin as she began working him, his head tilted back in euphoria.

He bit his lip in attempt to drown out a moan without success. One arm came to wrap around the girl, holding her tightly in place. Demetri was pulled out of his content state when she slipped out of his grasp.

Y/n sat on the floor between his knees. Demetri's heart dropped, afraid he might have indulged himself too much, scared her away or maybe had done something wrong. “Y/n, what-”

Relief washed over the boy once her hand was once again wrapped around him, this time accompanied by her tongue, licking base to tip.

Demetri could feel every nerve in his body set on fire, never having felt anything remotely like this before.

It took every good ounce in him to say what he said next.

    “Stop.”

Clearly caught unprepared, Y/n let go of her touch on him (Demetri had to hold in his objection). Her brows furrowed – she was worried. “What's wrong?”

It felt ridiculous, talking like this in such an exposed state when all he wanted to do was go on, but it needed to be done. “Y/n, you know you don't actually have to do this, right?”

Noticing the drop in his voice, Y/n smiled. “I know.”

    “Like, seriously. You don't owe me anything.”

“I know,” Y/n smiled mischievously. “It's just an excuse to do this.”

There was no holding back the moan the escaped Demetri's lips when she next took him in her mouth.

Demetri wasn't sure what to do with himself. He had felt so good he wasn't sure how to contain it all; his hands were gripping the sheets, his head went from tilted back in extasy to forward, watching Y/n.

Releasing one hand of its grasp, Demetri brushed back some of Y/n's hair, creating eye contact.

    “I need to know this isn't just a thank-you.”

Y/n stopped, righting herself. “It isn't. Think of this as an... I'm in love with you.”

“I'm in love with you too.” Demetri replied eagerly, his heart pounding. He groaned as Y/n returned to her work on him. “Have been, since, like... fourth grade.”

Soon enough, Demetri's moans and groans grew in volume and frequency, finally finding his release.

Y/n climbed back on to Demetri's lap, kissing him again. Demetri smiled, resting his forehead against hers. “I think I owe you one now.”

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Lavender

Summary: You and Steve try out some things you got from a sex shop.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Short!Black!Reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, swearing, riding crop, daddy kink, rough sex, degradation, over simulation, vibrator, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie

(A/N: I’m kind of surprised I’m putting stuff out so soon, but I actually finished this request in a timely fashion based on a prompt list. Prompt words are bolded. Like, follow, reblog 💜✌🏾)

Tagging: @titty-teetee @zaddychris @queenoftheworldisdead @olyvoyl @liquorlaughslove @mariahthelioness29 @donutloverxo @little-baby-vixen @mochamaniacbabe @brattycherubwrites @iam-laiya @whiskey-cokenfanfic @doloreshazes (it wouldn’t let me tag you)

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Most people would think of Steve Rogers as a prude. Between his reputation as a golden boy to growing up back during depression days. It’d been hard to shake his upbringing. That anti-sex kind of thinking that didn’t do anyone any favors.

Then when he met you he realized he didn’t stand a chance. You’d pushed him out of that comfort zone that had been so natural for him to fall back into. Modern dating freaked him out a little so he tended to shy away, you wouldn’t let him though.

He wasn’t used to a woman like you. Not that he was complaining. In the slightest. He liked how you kind of pushed him a little. Or that he felt this overwhelming need to take care of you. Or that every time you called him Daddy he felt like his heart would swell.

He couldn’t help it. So much so that when you looked up at him with those big ol’ eyes with this pout in your lip and asked him to go into a sex shop he couldn’t say no.

“Daddy, look!” You gasped, holding up a vibrator in your favorite color. “I like this one.”

“Yeah?” He asked with a lazy smile in his face. “You wanna get it?”

“Can I?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

He nodded his head before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. He wrapped his arms around you while you put your head on his chest. “Naughty little girl,” he whispered to you.

You giggled before pulling away then getting in your tippy toes to kiss him. As you pulled away something caught your eye making you you gasp. “It’s so cute.” You pouted as you took the box filled with the lavender riding crop.

Steve suddenly felt like he was back under all that ice as you looked up at him with those pleading eyes. He swallowed before finally moving over to you. “Uh, I don’t know about that, Sugar.”

That’s when that little frown appeared in your brows. “Why not?” You asked with your voice all little.

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Because I...” he searched for the right words to use. He wanted to say that it was a bad idea, but inside all he could think about how bad he wanted to see the leather making contact with your cute ass. Fuck the idea of it was making him hard already.

You shrugged. “It’ll be fine. Besides we have a safe word.”

“Yeah we do.”

“Can I get it? Please.

Steve sighed again looking between the toy and your eyes which was probably a bad idea because no he was picturing them with tears as you begged for more. “Fine. You’re lucky I love you.”

You jumped into his arms again before leaning up to kiss him all over his face. “Yay! Daddy, you’re the best!”

When you got home, Steve was kind of happy by how normal you were being. You didn’t talk about the toy or the riding crop. Then as the next week started and he got busy with work he almost forgot about it, except it was always in the back of his mind. Like he was itching for it.

Then his work week ended and he was back at your apartment so that you could go out for dinner. Nothing out of the ordinary. By the time you got back home he really hadn’t though anything was out of the ordinary. Then you’d excused yourself to go to the bathroom before coming out with the riding crop in hand and matching lavender lingerie that looked so good against your skin.

“Fuck,” he said under his breath as you got closer to him so that you could straddle his lap.

“Remember this?” You asked, holding up the riding crop.

He nodded looking down so he could see into your cleavage. “Fuck... yeah. How could I forget?”

“I want you to use it on me, Daddy,” you said tracing your hands up to his jaw.

“Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you,” he said, now putting his hands on your ass rubbing.

You smiled and nodded, raising your eyebrows. “Isn’t that the point?”

He sighed, his eyes settling on your mouth because fuck now all he could think about was shoving his cock in. “I know, but I just need you to be sure.”

“I am! Daddy, I trust you and I want you to hurt me,” you said before biting your lip and that was when something snapped in him as he brought you into a bruising kiss.

Steve lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you to your bedroom. His hands pawing at your ass like he was trying to warm you up so you’d be ready for what he was about to do to you.

He took it out of your hands before dropping you down onto the bed making you bounce. “Turn over. Put your ass up,” he demanded as he started to unbutton his shirt.

You did as he told you. Putting your ass up in the air with your back arched. Now he was standing there only in his boxer briefs as he watched you waiting patiently for him to start.

“Last chance to say no, Baby,” he said before running a hand down the globe of your ass then getting a nice grip.

“I want it, Daddy,” you said.

That’s when he could no longer resist, bringing the crop to your ass then groaning at the way it bounced off your skin. You let out this mewl that he’d never heard from you before. Like a nice mixture of pain and pleasure. Like you were asking for more, but weren’t sure if you could handle it.

“Daddy!”

“No, no, no,” he said, doing it again and then again. “This is what you fucking wanted, Y/N.”

You squeaked as another sting was placed on your flesh. “Fuck!”

“Yeah? Fucking slut. I know you liked that.” He was addicted to the sight of your ass getting all bruised up because of him.

Steve stopped. For a moment you thought it was over until the leather made contact with your covered pussy. “Ah!” You yelped, gripping the seats. Then he did it again, the sensation making you fall into the bed because it just felt so overwhelming.

That didn’t stop Steve though as he grabbed your leg so he could turn you over. You chest was heaving and you looked like you were hoping he’d finished having his fun. Especially when he reached for you so he could rub your sore pussy which was aching so bad.

That thought was pushed out of your mind when he pushed your panties to the side so he could smack it again. “Ow!” You mewled.

Steve chuckled because you looked so damn cute all sensitive and whiny because of what he was doing to you. God he was such a sucker for those big eyes. Especially when they looked all watery like that.

“Take this shit off,” he said before yanking the tiny fabric. Thats when he got between your legs pushing your legs far apart before hitting your clit with the crop.

“Daddy!”

He didn’t listen to your protests because your pussy was so wet now. As he kept going the crop was now glistening with your juices.

Steve helped you sit up a little so that he could get you out of that bra. Then smirked as your tits jiggled into view. That was when he decided to hit one of your nipples and then the other.

Your eyes were all blurry as tears made their way down your cheeks. He finally dropped the crop, now wanting to focus on stuffing your cunt with his fingers. “Aw, Sugar,” he cooed. “You’re so fucking wet. How pathetic.”

You threw your head back. “Holy fuck, I can’t. It’s too much.”

“Yes you can,” he cooed at you. “I know you can, Sugar.”

“Uh huh,” you let out as you started to cum, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Fuck!”

Steve licked his lips and smirked. As much as he wanted to taste you there was one last thing he needed to do. “Where’s that toy you bought? You used it yet?”

You nodded that’s when he remembered that of course you’d used it. He’d told you to during one of your nightly Facetimes when he couldn’t be with you. Fuck he’d jerked off to watching you enjoying your new vibrator. “Drawer,” you managed to get out.

He leaned down to peck your lips. As he got off the bed you took a minute to catch your breath. Chest heaving as you waited for whatever it was that came next.

When he came back it was in his hand. You almost seemed a little scared. He licked his lips putting his thumb on your clit. You looked down at it and then back at his face. He gave you this innocent little smile to show you how fucked you really were before pressing pressing it against your clit.

You tried to back away, but Steve pulled you closer by hooking his arm under your thigh. “F-f-f-fuck,” you whined.

That’s when Steve decided to start teasing your hole with the head of his cock. Dipping in to pull back out making you whimper.

“Stevie, Daddy,” you cried out and seeing that look on your face only made him want to go in really deep. Only to pull out to where only the tip was in.

“You always look so pretty when you cry, Baby.” Your cheeks felt prickly because of everything he was doing. The over stimulation was making you try to back away again. “What the fuck are you doing?” He asked with a curl in his lip that’s when he slammed into you.

Tears started rolling down your face as your leg started to shake. Steve started going at an even rhythm. His dick working with the toy to make you squirt. “Oh!” You cries as your wetness covered his pelvis and he didn’t even take it away.

Your eyes went cross as your head tilted back. Just as he Steve chuckled and leaned down to kiss your lips. That’s when he turned off the vibrator and threw it beside you so he could position himself over you. Going in and and out in and out so fucking deep.

He kept kissing you, slowly pecking you which was such a contrast from how his dick was stretching you out. You were clenching him like you were scared to let it go. “Oh, fuck, Daddy. You’re fucking me so good,” you moaned.

“Yeah?” He breathed before letting out a deep moan of his own. “Fuck your pussy is so fucking wet.”

“It’s all from you, Daddy.”

That’s when he started to move his hips a little faster. “That because you’re mine, Baby.” He grabbed one of your hands holding it above your head as he went back to kissing you.

You tried doing it back, but you pulled away to cry out, “Fuck!” When another very intense orgasm hit.

“That’s it. Daddy’s gonna cum in you, Baby. You gonna take it for me?” He asked. You tried to nod, but it was kind of hard as you were in the middle of squirting again.

You rode out your orgasms. Him getting all close to you as he fucked his cum into you.

He rested his head on your shoulder as he came down from his high. Taking deep breaths against your skin. He leaned up to kiss your chin. Then he started to muzzle your cheek.

Steve got off of you so he could lay beside you. Then wrapping his arms around you. “You okay?” He asked, rubbing your ass.

You nodded then buried your head into his neck. He pulled you back so he could kiss your forehead.

“I’m sorry, I know I was a little rough.”

You chuckled and then hissed when your body throbbed. “Don’t make me laugh.”

Steve laughed. “Why?”

“A little rough? Daddy, you almost broke me.”

“I’m sorry,” he’s said pressing kiss after kiss into your temple.

You sighed contenly making this sweet little breathy noise. “I love you, Daddy,” you slurred out all sleepily. Not even hearing him say it back as you fell asleep.