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maplesyrupsainz · 3 months

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pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader y/n (she/her) x alexandra saint mleux

genre: social media au, polyamory

warnings: polyamory, just v fluffy

summary: in which both of your partners always show up to support you no matter what <3

a/n: i have been inundated with charles related requests LOL pray for me to come out the other side alive

request!!!: Omg, we need more Charles x reader x Alexandra 😫, idk if you are still taking requests but could you please write a smau where they go to Coachella to support their singer girlfriend

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user1 i cant wait to see her set

user2 new era much

user3 omg alex in the second pic??

user4 my fav part abt y/n's performances is seeing her outfits tbh she's such a style icon

alexandrasaintmleux 💘 so proud of you

yourusername 🥹🥹🥹

user5 god i love them

gracieabrams so beyond excited for this!!!!

yourusername ahhhh miss you!!!

user6 who doesnt love y/n omg

user7 literally she's so perfect

charles_leclerc so beautiful

yourusername oh stop it you

user8 omg charles is hereeee

user9 whipped much

user10 yup he's so down bad for the girls 😂

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ynupdates y/n spotted after arriving in california today with her best friend, y/bff/n!

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user17 she's soo cute

user18 luv y/n & y/bff/n's friendship

user19 no charles & alex?

user20 alex in the likes as always 🥹

user21 where is charles and alexxxx

user22 i bet they'll come later coz they're probably busy and coachella isnt for another few days

user23 crossing my fingers for this

user24 lol the side eye

user25 cant wait for her set omgggg

alexandrasaintmleux 📍 monaco

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alexandrasaintmleux 🍒🎀 🧸💐

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user26 omg cutie

user27 still in monaco?

user28 pls tell me u guys r going to coachella😭

user29 the flowers ahhh

charles_leclerc mon cœur ❤️

alexandrasaintmleux 🥹 je t'aime

yourusername such a beauty

alexandrasaintmleux imy

yourusername miss u too my sweet

user30 OKAYYY GO TO COACHELLA THENNN

user31 leave monaco immediately!

yourbff pretty girl!!

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user32 IT'S HAPPENING

user33 YESSSSSS

user34 where are u pair going 👀

user35 FINALLY charlesalexyn is coming 🙏

pierregasly whipped 🤣

charles_leclerc no comment, weirdo

yourusername see you guys soon🥰🥰🥰🥰

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ynupdates y/n's partners charles leclerc & alexandra saint mleux seen arriving at y/n's hotel this morning!!!

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user40 OMG

user41 YES I KNEW IT

user42 they are so gorgeous

user43 they always look so expensive

user44 never been so excited

user45 y/n in the likes too omg world's best throuple fr fr

user46 aww im so happy they came to support her

user47 SAME especially coz y/n has said in the past her exes could never rly be bothered to travel to support her performances 🥹

user48 ugh she got such a glow up with these two beauties

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yourbff omg bark bark much?

alexandrasaintmleux you're telling me 🙈

user49 omg she's insanely beautiful

user50 AHHHHHHH

user51 u guys r so cute tgthr omgg

user52 supportive gf 🫶🫶

charles_leclerc woweeeee that's our girl

alexandrasaintmleux pinching myself !!!

charles_leclerc no don't you'll bruise your beautiful skin >:(

alexandrasaintmleux oh my bad

user53 i cant wait to see her set omgg

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user54 AWWWW TBIS IS SO CUTE

user55 alex looks so cool

user56 oh to be in this throuple

yourusername i love u soso much thank u for my coming my beautiful gorgeous angel

alexandrasaintmleux are you still drunk? 🥰

charles_leclerc no she just loves me.

yourusername yes to both

user57 THISIS SO CUTE LOL

user58 "beautiful gorgeous angel" well true

user59 y/n is getting so successful🥹🥹🥹

user60 ijbol at the caption

user61 "or whatever" 💀

carlossainz55 where the hell was my invite

pierregasly same bro

landonorris mine too. im devastated

charles_leclerc it's a public event.

yourusername 😂😂

landonorris WE WANTED TO COME

alexandrasaintmleux welp. that's that me espresso i guess!!! 😋

user62 everyone is whipped for y/n tbh as they should be coz me too fr

user63 IM WORKING LATEEEE COZ IM A SINGERRR

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landonorris rubbing it in much

alexandrasaintmleux read the caption again

user67 ate him up

user68 not the ferrari hat at coachella LOL

user69 she's so real for this

user70 loyal & supportive queen always

user71 la ❤️ u back

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yourusername I LOVE YOU

alexandrasaintmleux I LOVE YOU MORE

user72 me when 😭

user73 I WISH I WAS THEREEE

user74 i love how supportive she is of both of them 🥹

user75 fr and u can tell she's gen having fun not jus doing it coz she "has" to

user76 oh charles leclerc y/n y/l/n alexandra saint mleux u will always be famous

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charles_leclerc les femmes de mon cœur ❤️

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007reid · 11 months

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sub spence returning from prison :( hasn’t been inside for way too long and he’s extra whiny and sensitive </3 and reader is usually more teasing but after being so long she’s just soft and giving to everything he desires

FERAAALLLL!!! enjoy hun🤍

dreams. spencer reid (18+)

spencer reid x fem!reader, 3k (it got a bit out of control...)

summary: exactly what the prompt says😻 tiny bit of angst cuz it’s post prison spencer, cmon

warnings: sub spencer x dom fem!reader, masturbating (fem), unprotected sex, p in v, handjob, fingering, riding, creampie, cum play kinda. just spencer being a pathetic lil boy. tell me if i missed anything!

spencer’s been more closed off, and you get it. you do. you had expected more excitement, more of the banter and things to go back like normal like it was before it happened but you know it’s all wishful thinking. it hurts, to accept that your spencer isn’t really your spencer anymore, it’s that damned prison’s spencer; not your sweet spencer who wears scarves and has christmas lights in his eyes all year long but the prison’s spencer who looks half dead and trudging through everyday miserable.

you know he’s trying his best too, and that part hurts the most. he tries to smile for you, tries to replace all the pieces and put it back but no piece fits. you keep reassuring yourself. baby steps. you’ll make it work. you’ll have to.

today has been your favorite day yet, and the day has barely even started. instead of being on the other side of the bed, curling up into himself and staying as far away from you as possible, you wake up to find his head buried in your neck with his arm thrown over your stomach, curls tickling your jaw.

“im afraid to touch you, y/n,” spencer had admitted, his first week back. he looked guilty and ashamed. “you’re too clean for me to touch. my hands are dirty. they’re always dirty.”

still sleepy, you reach for his hand and intertwine your fingers, tracing the skin of his wrist. at the touch, spencer immediately jolts awake and backs himself up before the sleepiness even clears from his face. your boy used to be able to sleep through turbulence on the plane and your heart breaks at the anxiety in his eyes.

his breathing is rushed as he settles down, unconsciously scooting further away from you as you try latching onto the sleeve of his shirt. "sorry, i'm sorry," you whisper over and over. "i'm sorry honey, i didn't mean to--"

"i know you didn't," spencer snaps and you backtrack. his face crumbles and he hides his head in his hands. the table turns and sorry's falls out his mouth like rain drops during a storm. "i don't mean to snap, i just got scared, in the cell i..." he trails off, frowning at himself. ever since he's got back he refuses to tell you about anything that's happened in there, stopping and cutting himself off whenever he accidentally does and you guess it's for the better. "'m sorry." he brush away the sheets and gets off the bed. "i'll be right back."

you know better than to follow as he heads to the bathroom, door closing shut and locked behind him. you stare at the dent in the mattress that's finally there after sleeping alone for three months and hops off the bed yourself, going to make coffee.

***

spencer starts relaxing as the day goes on, not by much but you notice it. he probably feels bad for what happened in the morning and just wants to make it up to you by being what you want him to be; soft and affectionate like he used to and finally letting himself to touch you, linger his fingers over your arm as he passes you while you make breakfast and sitting close enough to where you both touch.

it's night, and you're in a simple tank, ready for bed. spencer's head is in your lap and the tv plays a random show but your attention is on smoothing out the spencer's curls, tugging and pulling until you get a purring spencer reid in your lap, eyes closed and humming contently to himself.

"you tired yet?" you ask, eyes on the tv. spencer nuzzles his head closer to your stomach.

"mhm. no."

"kay," you dip your head down, sparing a kiss on the pouting boy's lips, aiming for a light, sweet peck because spencer's not really ready for anything else otherwise but you're surprised when he starts to deepen it, teeth nagging at your bottom lip, asking. out of breath, you pull back and he sits up from your lap, crashing into you again and he's insistent, needy as little pants fall from his lips as you press him against the couch, climbing on top of him.

"missed you so much," spencer breathe, hands closing around your hips and tugging you closer. legs positioned outwards from either side of his torso, he moans into your mouth when the heat of your clothed pussy rub gently against his hardening cock and you miss this almost as much as you miss him, spending all three months either too depressed to do anything or cumming from your fingers and then hugging his pillow later.

you run your thumb over the spit on his lip, crooning. "look so pretty," you whisper, rutting against his hips. spencer whines, soft and desperate, a hand hesitantly coming up to grope at your breast, sandwiching your hardening nipple between his fingers. "been so long, spence, you forgot how to touch me?" you tease at the unsureness and awkwardness in the way he moves to touch you. spencer shakes his head frantically.

"dreamt about you," he says eagerly, pressing his lips on the side of your mouth and then all over your face. "every night. missed you so so bad. fuck, y/n," he gasps as you start grinding on him, impatient.

you kiss him hard, pussy clenching and unclenching around nothing as you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, just having him like this, pliant and here and not away. "what," you say, between kisses, each one messier and rushed than the last. "what did you dream about?" spencer whines. "hm?"

he falters, face getting visibly red under the dim lighting. he mumbles something under his breath, and you sneak a hand between your pressed bodies, palming him through his navy owl pajamas. "speak up, honey," you say, and spencer squirms, bucking his hips forward into your palm.

"i dreamed a lot of dreams," he says in a rush, breathing heavily, cheeks rosy. it's not the answer you're looking for. you tut.

"you know that's not what i asked, spence," you say, hand on his jaw as you push his face up to look at you. his eyes are blown wide, pupils dilated and lips red and parted, looking the spitting image of what you've been fingerfucking yourself to for months.

he whimpers, words stuck to his throat, embarrassed. you press your hand harder against his dick and his head knocks into your shoulder, burying his face in your neck, too humiliated to look at you in the eyes. "i dreamed you touched yourself and rode me and said i couldn't touch and couldn't cum but i did anyway 'cause i'm fucking pathetic," he confesses against your skin. "woke up and couldn't even touch myself cause of my cellmates and i--" your hands slip under his shirt and spencer does a full body shiver, your fingers hot against his skin.

"does that mean you haven't cum since you've been in there baby?" spencer ignores you, too distracted as you sway your hips against his rock hard cock. "spencer,"

he whines, and that's enough of an answer for you. "my poor baby," you coo, digging your fingers into his hair. "so wind up."

"need you," he whimpers, hands frantically clawing at your side, trying to touch as much of you as possible. "needa be in you, please. please,"

"in bed baby," you kiss him sweetly, wrapping your legs around his waist as he stands, supporting you with only one arm. you leave hickies on his neck while you wait for him to reach the bedroom, running your tongue over his skin to soothe them.

he lays you on the bed gently, tall frame towering over you as he sets you down but spencer still cowers under you despite it all. you remove your shirt and shorts as he settles down and when you turn around, he's staring, unabashedly, cock making an obvious dent in his thin pajamas, and the opportunity basically presented itself.

you start to slowly spread your legs, propping yourself up with your elbows and trailing a hand between your legs to rest at your lace panties. a devilish smirk on your face as spencer’s adam’s apple bobs visibly, brown eyes hungry and waiting as you press slight pressure on your clothed clit, knocking your head back.

spencer scrambles up to a sitting position, anxiously looking at you. “y/n,” he says, voice unusually high, flustered. “don’t—“ his voice breaks off as you start moving your fingers in circle-eights, sighing to yourself. “don’t—come here.”

you shoot him a warning look when he starts coming closer. spencer freezes. “thought this was what you wanted, pretty boy,” you purr. there is already a patch of wetness in your panties, and you linger your fingers at the waistband.

“not now,” spencer whines, insistent. “i’m so hard, wanna be in you so bad, please,” and despite how much prison had hardened him up, turned him into an entirely different person, spencer is still luckily the same in bed; easy to wind up and begs to get what he wants. too often it doesn’t work in his favor. tonight it might.

“you know what to do, baby boy,” you tell him, nudging your underwear off and tossing it somewhere in the room. spencer backs off, curling up into himself as his eyes remain pasted on you, watching. staring. you’re soaked, rubbing slowly at your clit, the air cool against your pussy. you keep an eye open, watching spencer for his ticks and reactions and it turns you on even more, seeing how desperate and needy he is, trying to rut against the sheets as you dip a finger inside yourself.

“none of that spence,” you tut. “you know that’s not the rules.”

he sighs frustratedly, stopping in his tracks, ever the good and obedient boy for you. you continue to play with yourself, slowly working up to two fingers and pressing down on your clit with your thumb, hearing spencer’s indiscreet panting from the other side of the bed as he watches, puppy eyes in full effect as he silently begs to have you closer. you whine as you curl your fingers inside yourself, and spencer’s just about had it.

“y/n,” he pleas, sounding like he’s about to cry. “i—it’s hurts, i wanna…”

you take pity on him. you’re all stripped naked and he’s still fully clothed, down to the halloween themed socks. “what do you want honey?”

“i—“ spencer gasps, squirming on the sheets. “uuhhgg…gonna cum i—“

“you gonna cum just from watching me touch myself?” you ask, amused. fair enough, he hasn’t cum in three months and you’re surprised he’s not permanently hard at this point. “gonna cum in your pants like a teenager spence? how pathetic are you?”

“y/n!” his voice trembles and he sounds so sweet, so needy for you and you give in. it’s hard not to, and you keep up at the act but at the end of the day spencer always gets what he wants. the begging strategy does do him some good.

you crawl over to him, placing yourself on his lap and he’s extremely hard beneath you, cock curving up from the thinness of his pajamas, getting a real good look at him. his eyes are rimmed red and tears are threatening to spill out and you lift his shirt over his head. “god youre so fucking beautiful,” you throw his shirt off the bed, tilting his head up to look at you. spencer groans at your words, hands immediately going to touch you, roaming your bare skin and nails digging into your waist.

“missed you,” he whimpers, lips at your neck as you get his bottoms off. “want this everyday, think of you everyday, fuck—“

“so hard for me honey,” you coo, stroking him through his underwear and then getting that off too. his cock, finally naked presses against his stomach, is a raging red, beads of precum leaking at the tip. “prettiest boy,” you whisper in his ear, taking his cock in your hand, smearing the precum over his cock as soft whimpers falls out of his mouth, inching closer to your touch.

“y/n,” he says, and it seems like it’s the only thing he can say. “y/n, y/n—“ you start to grind on him, sliding your pussy against his cock and spencer turns delirious, squeezing at your hips and wanton sounds coming out of his mouth, begging and cursing for nothing at all. the head of his cock rubs against the entrance of your pussy and the both of you moan, hips collapsing into each other.

his fingers finds their way to your entrance and begins prodding, and you whine as his middle finger slides in, thick and just right and it’s the feeling you’ve been trying to replicate but can’t get. “you’re so tight yn, fuck,”

“add another finger, spence,” you demand. spencer does, and the stretch burns only temporarily and you whine, wrapping your arms around his neck and reeling yourself in so you can be as close to him as possible. lifting your hips, you start to fuck yourself on his fingers, impatient and horny and spencer is looking at you with fucking stars in his eyes, awed.

you never get too emotional or whiny during sex, that’s mostly all spencer but you can’t help bury your face in the dip of his shoulder blades and muffle your high moans against his skin, just glad that your spencer is back and this isn’t a cruel dream. spencer pulls his fingers out and you let out a displeased sigh. reaching down, you take spencer’s cock in your hands, smeared all over the tip with his precum and your wetness and spencer’s breath hitches in this throat, nearly jumping away at your touch.

you slowly guide his dick to your entrance, lifting your hips and all spencer does is watch, getting special treatment as you do all the work, slapping his dick against your pussy, eliciting a filthy sound from the both of you before rubbing the head of his cock against your open pussy. before he’s even in, spencer is already making these ridiculous noises, begging and panting and whimpering, hair falling into his eyes and sweat beading on his nose.

you quickly swoop down in a brave motion, bottoming out and it hurts, only temporarily before the stretch eases into pleasure and you miss it, miss him, so damn much and spencer’s already in another fucking world, nails digging at your hips.

“fuck, fuck, y/n—“ he whimpers weakly, chanting your name like a mantra as you start to move your hips, riding yourself on his cock. you know he can’t last any longer and you’re surprised he’s even managed to last this long so far, pulling out until your pussy is clenching at the tip of his cock and slamming yourself into his hips, and everytime time you do this spencer makes the prettiest noises, coughing up the moans struggling to come out of his mouth and tear tracks staining his cheeks, begging to cum.

“please, please yn don’t do that,” you do it again. “i…i—pull off, i’m gonna cum i’m not gonna last!” he cries, cock pulsing inside you and you know he’s not lying. you can read spencer’s body in the dark or light like it’s your own and you can feel your orgasm steadfastly approaching too, the heat building gradually at the pit of your stomach.

you start going faster, dropping yourself down to his cock and bottoming out at every thrust, his cock finding the tip of your spot every time. “yn,” spencer repeats. “gonna cum, stop please i—hnnnggg—“

“cum in me, sweet boy,” you press a kiss on his jaw, locking your fingers on his curls to pull his head back by his hair, making him look at you in the eye. spencer arguably looks the prettiest when he cums, and you never miss the show.

“i…what?” debaunched and fucked-dumb, it takes a second for spencer to understand what you mean. “you sure?”

“shut the hell up spence,” you groan, bringing him closer, chests flat against each other. you keep going at your thrusts, slipping a hand to rub at your soaked, swollen clit as spencer’s moans get higher and higher until his entire body is trembling, his eyes squeezed shut. “fucking—cum in me, honey.”

you know the exact moment when he cums because you did too, his face scrunching up in what almost looks like pain as you start to feel something warm bleed inside you and it feels like fucking heaven. your walls spasm around his cock, milking him as you orgasm, squeezing your intertwined fingers for dear life.

when you’ve both gained back your breaths, spencer lightly stroking the skin of your stomach where he can press and feel himself beneath of and you pressing more hickies on his chest and neck, you speak. “was that as good as your dream?”

your voice comes out more distorted than you thought, raspy and your throat is slightly sore. spencer laughs quietly.

“a hundred times better,” he’s quick to respond, earnest. “no brainer.” when you pull off of him and collapses by his side, he leaks out of you, wetting and trailing down your inner thighs.

spencer slides a hand there and slowly starts to finger his cum back into you lazily and you open up your legs for him, loose and wet from the orgasm. “you’re so full of me,” he says, sounding pleased with himself. his fingers scissors you open wider, patiently fucking you with them. you hold his other hand as spencer kisses you. “mine. all mine.” he presses down on your clit and you shake, your second orgasm hitting you like a soft wave. he keeps the pressure there despite you trying to close your legs, shivering all over, nipples hard and stomach rising. “all mine.”

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cloginthedrain · 18 days

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growing pains (remus lupin x reader)

summary: out of the angst and discomfort of her teenage years, reader finally allows herself to pursue remus.

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word count: 2125

content warning/notes: writer, luna lovegood-ish/sad fem!reader. friends to lovers. implied sex. lots of reminiscing on remus & reader's hogwarts years. no voldemort/wizarding war au.

other notes: hi!! im back, writing remus for the first time?? that's exciting. i've been reading marauder fanfic for so long, it's only fitting! hope u enjoy <3

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In the dwindling daylight, you’re dawdling beside Remus, admiring your new, shiny Mary Jane’s. You’re particularly mesmerized by their intricate yellow stitching and pretty brass buckles. You also couldn’t help but admire the way your forest green, pleated trousers flowed outward above your shoes in just the way you imagined. You hum happily along cobblestoned streets and lush waving leaves, with Remus’ brown trousers in your peripheral. Your arm’s tucked into his as he guides you back to your flat as you babble about everything and nothing.

Remus can’t help but smile at the sight. You’ve been wielding a new sort of confidence lately, finally out of the growing pains and fits of discomfort of your late teens; you’re finally becoming who you imagined you would be.

Even so, not much has changed since Hogwarts. Back then, Remus would guide you on walks to Care of Magical Creatures or to the Greenhouse for Herbology when the sun was too bright and your eyes were still sleepy. You’d walk alongside Remus, arms linked, and your eyes shut, allowing him to guide you along.

Admittedly, your years at Hogwarts weren’t your finest. You were a basket case—chain-smoking and staining your hand with ink writing angsty poetry, all while almost exclusively wearing Remus’ grey, v-neck pullover or, when you were seeing him, Sirius’ brown leather jacket.

Now, you’re doing what you had always wanted. You’re a proper writer and not for shoddy publications like the Daily Prophet, but for proper, reputable publications: Muggle literary magazines and indie Wizarding publications. It’s exhilarating and exhausting.

You are always writing.

Earlier, your shoulder was hunched under the weight of your canvas messenger bag which contained your journal, a more than ample number of pens, and a book or two. This behemoth of a bag, however, is now on Remus’ shoulder. He’s walking you home from his and Sirius’ flat. You took advantage of the opportunity for company and a change of scenery, otherwise you’d go stir-crazy stewing in your flat, waiting for words to flow out of your quill.

Remus, like always, is bugging you to read your latest project—“I know you’re working on something. Tell me about it.”

“I can’t! It takes the fun out of it for me.”

“How so?” His arm tightens around yours.

Remus knows you better than anyone, and how you would say just about anything to avoid sharing your writing, even if it entered the realm of inanity. He enjoyed watching you squirm, word-vomiting a flimsy yet creative excuse on the spot. It was all so silly; you’d end up showing it to him anyway. Even so, Remus wondered what the excuse would be this time.

“If I tell you what it’s about, you’re going to form assumptions and opinions,” you began, weaving your words carefully. “I want you to have an open, unadulterated mind.”

“Isn’t that what reading is about? Confronting your preconceptions against what someone else has written—”

“Nuh uh,” you say petulantly. Perhaps he had a point, but you were too stubborn to admit it.

“Point taken,” Remus crumbles. “We’ll do it your way.” Whatever you want.

“Good,” you bounce. “It really is better that way.”

“If you say so bug.”

You beam. You adore the nicknames he gave you, but this one above all. From any other man, you might scrunch your nose, maybe roll your eyes, but this is Remus. He says it so frequently but so sparingly, so you cherish every time he says it. Always so sweetly, so kindly.

—

Now, you’re on your doorstep, with Remus the step below.

You can help but notice Remus’ eyes briefly flicker down to your lips.

“You should come inside,” your lips twitch up kindly.

Remus’ eyes widen ever so slightly in surprise, but he doesn’t say anything.

“No?” you ask, a bit wounded.

“Yes, I’d love to.”

“Cool, maybe we can read what I’m working on, but no promises.”.

“Then what was all this business about an open, unadulterated mind, bug?!” He already knows the answer.

“I just like making you crazy, Remus,” you laugh.

“You’re certainly succeeding.”

“Not nice!”

“Nor is intentionally driving your best mate mad. You’re like my personal, portable psychological tormentor.”

“Portable?” you scrunch your eyebrows.

“Quite,” he says, lacing his fingers in-between yours, and then steps beside you, to drag you along. “Come on, let’s get you inside. It’s getting cold!”

—

You live for the way Remus toes the line. You know he fancies you, part of you thinks he’s always had. He lets you get away with murder, even now—you were always stealing off his plate, wearing his clothes, hanging off of him, and sleeping with his friends. You didn’t think of it that way then, but you certainly recognize what you did now. There’s only one way he might’ve allowed it. You were a shitty friend.

You dated James very briefly in your fifth year, but you were never able to achieve the intimacy you and Remus shared. In fact, it was the very source of irreconcilable differences with James, so you resolved to be justfriends. “It’s just better this way,” James had said, and you had to agree. You, the boys, and Lily were the best of friends; you even watched little Harry from time to time.

Later, in your sixth and seventh year, you had an undefined, off-and-on situationship with Sirius. You both had a flare for the dramatic, and quite frankly, Sirius was the inspiration for much of your writing. He’d break it off, or you’d break it off, and you’d sit in your dormitory with smudgy mascara and in yesterday’s uniform as the words would flow out of your quill like a sybil possessed, cursing his smudgy “guy-liner”, as he ironically called it, and his long, dark wavy hair. Sirius rocked it, and he knew it. You hypothesised he was specifically put on this godforsaken Earth to drive you up the wall. He was cryptic, quiet, scheming, but also boisterous and beaming. In many ways, he was hard not to romanticize his contradictory nature. He was certainly a sight to behold. You had so much in common; in fact, you were too similar. Two negatives.

Even so, nobody understands you as well as Remus. You two are simply magnetic.

You both read a tremendous amount. During summers and holidays spent away from Hogwarts, Remus was owling you both Muggle and Wizard books for you to read and mark up. Remus had already marked it up every book he sent, so you’d respond to his margin notes both serious and silly, and send it back.

During the school year, you were glued to his side. You and Remus spent many late nights in the Gryffindor Common Room, cramming for exams or toiling over essays, drinking hot cocoa, quizzing one another or proofreading. You also spent most mornings after the full moon in the Hospital Wing with Remus, because well, you couldn’t bear the thought of him being alone. You were very into Astronomy and, as a witch with a particular love of Astrology, with your special attention the Lunar cycle, you quickly pieced together Remus’ lycanthropy. You came from a very progressive Wizarding family, so you accepted Remus without question. How couldn’t you?

Because you excelled at Divination class, you also often helped Remus interpret his cards when working with Tarot. When Remus was struggling with palmistry, you recall spending one afternoon tracing Remus’ palm in the grass by the Black Lake. You could barely elaborate on your interpretation on his palm lines, stumbling and blushing profusely. You remember his heavy breath with every stroke along the lines of his palm, how his mouth slightly ajar.

You’d be lying if you said that you didn’t like him too, but back then, you would never entertain the thought. You loved being his friend. It was so easy. Words were almost superfluous. Most of the time either of you could glance at the other and you’d know exactly what the other was thinking. You’ve talked so much shit through knowing glances. You could be unapologetically you with him. Why complicate your friendship with a relationship?

—

You unlock the door and slide off your Mary Janes, pull of your coat, and then your rings and your beaded bracelets.

“It’s like you’re shedding skin,” remarks Remus who already placed his shoes neatly by the door and his coat on the rack. Your bag sits on small table by the door.

“Precisely. Come on, I’ll make us hot cocoa, with extra marshmallows.”

“Sold.”

Walking carefully, you bring two mugs filled to the brim with marshmallows to the coffee table, and then you and Remus both squish onto your very well-loved couch. Remus set a record on the turntable.

“Thanks bug,” Remus said casually before slurping up some marshmallows. He’s particularly handsome today. He is wearing the red, striped jumper you bought him at the charity shop down the road. You’re pleased. He’s always looked much better in red that you were.

Under the low-light, you realize that Remus is nervous. He’s bouncing his leg.

You rest your head in your hand, and you look at Remus some more. You wanted to trace his face the same way you traced his palm on the Black Lake, across the bridge of his nose to his eyes, along his lightly freckled cheeks. You wanted to thumb his pretty, long lashes, run your finger through his mousy brown hair.

“What?” Remus asks sheepishly behind his mug, his lips slightly crusted with chocolate.

“Nothing,” you hum contentedly, the corner of your lips twitching upward.

Remus just stares at you. “Okay, weirdo.”

He almost disregards you, that is, until you let your eyes wander all over his face, searching for some sort of permission. That’s when Remus’ eyes flicker back down your lips, and they stay there.

You lean in so close you can feel his breath tickle your lips.

Remus gently tucks your stray hair back and cradles your face, thumbing the soft skin along your jaw. Even though you know he’s going to kiss you, you can’t help but feel stunned when he connects your lips suddenly.

Despite your stupor, at once, you deepen the kiss, with open lips—sloppy and desperate. All you can think about how he tastes sweet like marshmallows.

Without interruption, Remus effortlessly tugs you onto his lap, and suddenly you’re straddling him, grazing the skin beneath the hem of his sweater.

Annoyed with the hem of his sweater, and well, the presence of his sweater in general, you tug it off, up and over Remus’ stomach, his chest, up his arms, and over his head. You were relentless.

Between kisses, Remus breathes, “You’re so… fucking… crazy.”

—

“Well, bug, that was certainly a way to get out of showing me your piece,” Remus threw himself back onto the couch, you were tucked into his side, eyeliner and mascara smudged.

“That’s a way to put it,” you say, feeling a little lighter. “But it did work.”

You stew in the silence, mentally thanking yourself for lighting a candle on the coffee table, inhaling the rosy, woody, deep red candle you concocted, littered with rose petals, lavender, and hibiscus flower. For attraction. Candle-magic was your specialty.

“This… this isn’t a one-time thing right?” Remus asks suddenly, fingers combing through your hair. “Merlin, it would crush me if it was.”

“You think so little of me,” you say quietly, suddenly feeling small, staring at the flickering flame.

“Oh no, bug you misunderstand me,” says Remus helplessly. “It’s just like I said: I’d be crushed if you didn’t want me the way I want you. I’m all in for you. I’m never quite sure with you.”

“I don’t exactly have the greatest track record…”

“I don’t care about that.”

“You did,” you pipe up.

“God I sure did,” he laughs. “Can you blame a bloke? All of my mates! You even snogged Peter.”

“He’s a great kisser. Attentive.”

“Blegh,” Remus said, ruffling up his nose, “Not exactly something I want to be hearing.”

Your laughter dies down, and suddenly he’s asking, “…Why not me?”

“I couldn’t have you,” you reasoned plainly. “You were too good for me, too good to me.”

“Well that’s just ridiculous.”

“You think too little of yourself, Lupin.”

“You think too little of yourself, bug,” he echoes.

“Maybe.”

“I think you’re incredible, you know?”

“That I do,” you say boldly. That is, you know he thinks you’re incredible, but Remus seemed satisfied with your answer. (Maybe someone needed to knock your newfound confidence down a peg, but that somebody certainly wouldn’t be Remus.)

“Good.”

You burrow a little further into Remus, content in the warmth he radiated. You could get used to this.

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The Other Ωmega

Changbin x fem!reader

warnings: MDNI 18+, anal (m!), omegaverse!!, changbin lies about being an alpha hehe, brief fingering (m!), handjob, blowjob, v slight cum eating, omegaxomega, cheating scare but everyone is loyal!, feminization (I think?), vague overstim mentions (m!) notes!: this is an omegaverse fic! here is some info about that universe :)

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From: Bin<3

sorry baby! I think im in a rut won't be able to go out tonight :((

Maybe you should be more understanding, but you can't find any compassion as you read the text message. What kind of alpha doesn't want to hang out with their omega when they're in a rut? You huff and don't reply, setting your phone on the floor.

Your makeup was already done and you spent the entire night before picking your outfit. Changbin is a caring lover, but he always avoids you when his rut starts. At first, you thought it was because he was being careful, but it's been nearly half a year and he still hasn't let you near during that time.

Picking up your phone, you message your friend.

he blew me off again

Felix replies almost immediately.

From: lixiepixie!

that bitch, dump him

From: You

don't be dumb. he said he's in a rut or whatever

From: lixiepixie!

I hate to say it, but do you think he's seeing someone else? bcuz it doesn't make sense that he wouldn't want to see you when he's like that unless...

Anything you were planning to type dies in your mind. Seeing someone else? No, no way. Changbin loves you, adores you even. There's never been a moment when you've thought otherwise, but reading Felix's messages puts disturbing doubts in your mind.

From: You

no, that's not it

From: lixiepixie!

then just show up at his place! he's an alpha, he'll be happy to see you. hes prolly just nervous about fucking you while hes in a rut for the first time

That makes more sense to you. After all, it would be a waste to have put on your best makeup just for no one to see. You shoot a quick text to Changbin telling him you hope he feels better before getting dressed. A part of you is nervous about showing up, Changbin is so keen on making sure you two are separate during his rut. You wonder if he gets overly dominant. If he would manhandle you into the position he wants before taking you.

The thought excites you and a feeling of pleasure tightens in your stomach. Changbin might be a completely different lover in bed when he's in a rut, but you're an omega. His omega. Everything about you is built for him. You can take it.

You know where Changbin keeps his spare key to the front door. It's all too simple to call it breaking and entering as you lift the fake plant pot on the front porch and stick it in the keyhole. You're nearly buzzing with excitement as you take the first few steps into his place.

The smell hits you immediately.

It's not the musky scent you're used to, but a sweet fragrance that forces its way into your lungs. Your body responds quicker than your brain. Carnal desire begins to fill your body in an almost uncomfortable way. Your breathing grows ragged, and your heart rate increases.

Another omega is here, and they're in heat.

You push away your bodily reactions to march deeper into his house, ignoring how the first signs of arousal drip down your thighs. The closer you get to Changbin's room, the stronger the smell gets. You're not even his front door yet and you can hear him. The way he moans whimpers, cries out.

Anguish clenches your heart, but you mask it with fury as you swing the door open. "Who the fuck- Oh...Oh."

In hindsight, maybe it should be just Changbin in the room, but you hardly feel gratitude when you see your lover completely nude on his back, legs spread with a dildo between them. He noticed you, he made eye contact with you, but his hand keeps pumping the silicone cock in and out of his ass.

"B-baby?" His hazy eyes regard you in the doorway. "Mmm my baby, want my baby." The pace he's set for himself falters, using one hand to reach out to you. Changbin's eyes are needy and filled with raw desire. You don't think twice when you walk to him, standing beside the bed.

You take his hand in yours, feeling his burning skin. His palms are sweaty on your own as you gently sit on the bed.

"Binnie?" Your voice is filled with confusion. "W-what's going on?" To answer your question, Changbin takes his hand holding yours to his mouth. He kisses and nips your skin, moaning at your taste. The feeling of his tongue makes you gasp, chills breaking out across your body.

With the pheromones suffocating you in his room, you don't know how much longer you'll last. You want nothing more than to hop on his fat cock that leaks on his tummy. It takes immense strength to keep eye contact on his flustered face.

Changbin pops one of your fingers in his mouth, swirling the digit around his tongue. "Mmf tastes so good. Baby, you taste so good." The squelching of his dildo grows louder as he quickens his wrist. "Fuck I...I need you."

You'll argue with him another time. The smell of him overtakes your sense and mind as you place yourself in front of his bent legs, The pretty dress you put on for your date night hikes up to your thighs. Changbin vibrates with need as you take the toy in your grasp and begin to pull it out.

"No!" He shouts. "Don't pull it out! Keep it in. Please please please please."

But you have to pull it out. You have to see the way his ass eagerly clenches onto the toy as you slide it out. How his gaping hole pulses around nothing once you've completely removed it. Changbin whines and picks his head up, eyes teary and lips pouting.

The sight of his lower half makes your mouth water, salvia pooling in your mouth at his pretty rim. "Ohhh," you sigh dreamily. "You have such a pretty pussy, my Binnie."

Changbin squeals when your warm fingers rub against his wetness. His arousal gathers on your digits, leaking from his ass.

"Nuh-uh," your alpha- no. Your omega shakes his head. "N-not true." Changbin bites his lower lip in concentration as he forms his words. "Binnie's baby has the prettiest pussy."

His slurred words make you smile, pressing your middle finger slightly into his entrance. "Why did you hide this from me, hm?" You pull your finger away to give gentle slaps to his rim. The light impact makes Changbin's hips jolt upwards, and whines leave his lips. "You know I already love your cock. I'd love your pussy too."

The way Changbin keeps moaning makes you rub your thighs together. You can feel how sticky your underwear has gotten from watching his true state. You prod his entrance with the tip of the dildo, using your free hand to spread one of his cheeks for viewing.

"Gonna...gonna make me feel good?" Changbin frames it in a question.

Your boyfriend always knows how to make you feel good, but you're not sure if you can do the same. You're not an alpha. You're not used to being on the giving end of relationships, but Changbin's so good to you. Making sure your heat is taken care of while he was an omega himself the entire time.

"I'll try, baby," you don't sound too confident. "Binnie's baby is gonna try, okay?" With that, you press the dildo deeper inside him. Changbin reactions are immediate, lips forming a silent 'o' shape as his eyebrows pinch together. He groans as you settle the toy deep until the sack touches his ass. You gently pull it back and in a few inches, trying to set a pace.

Every time you move the silicone even an inch, the sounds of Changbin's slick resonates throughout his room. His arousal clings to the toy and drips down his ass. You use your finger to swipe the essence and place the sticky subtle in your mouth.

The taste settles over your tongue and you moan. Everything about Changbin at this moment screams omega, and you don't know how you didn't notice it before. His plump chest, his short stature, the roundness of his ass. All the signs were there, yet it took you fucking a dildo into him to realize his true nature.

"God. You take cock so well," you're filled with awe at the sight of Changbin's rim swallowing the fake dick easily. The throbbing between your legs grows unbearable, but you have to ignore it. You busy the hand on his ass to reach towards his aching cock.

It throbs in your hand and Changbin cries out. Who knows how many times he's cum before you showed up, but his entire being is begging to be fucked until he can't take it. You know the feeling all too well, and you're more than happy to help.

The sound of Changbin's drenched cock mixes with the sound his the dildo in his ass. Your fist becomes wet immediately, only encouraging you to stroke him at an unforgiving pace. With a tight grip, you pull his skin down to expose his sensitive head. White goo leaks from his tip, slinging down until it drips down his soft stomach.

"Ooo, oh! Like that! Just like that, baby," Changbin muffles his words into the pillow beside him.

With your thumb, you rub the pad of your digits over his slit. His pre-cum sticks to your skin, connecting it to his tip. You swirl it around his flushed head until he squirms, hips bucking to shy away from your overwhelming touch.

"You keep moving," you tut playfully. "How am I supposed to make you cum?"

Changbin whines in response, thighs shaking as he tries his best to stay still for you. "I'm good. I'll be good, baby. Don't stop." His compliance makes you smile and you reward him by wrapping your soft lips around his pink tip.

The sound he makes is closer to a howl than a moan. His stomach tenses at the feel of your hot mouth, spurting more salty release on your tongue. You suck softly on him, making sure you get a taste of his natural tang. Changbin digs his heels into the matter as your mouth hollows, creating a powerful suction for his cock.

The dildo in your hand falters, slowing its pace so you could focus on sucking your boyfriend off. Even then, you swear you can feel his hole clenching on the toy, trying to get the tip of the silicone to touch the womb deep in his stomach.

"Oh my god. Oh my god," Changbin's voice is strained. He lifts his head to watch how your head slowly bops up and down his shaft, drool leaking from the sides of your mouth. You focus your gaze upwards, locking eyes with him. With his attention on you, you try your best to shove his entire shaft down your throat. Though Changbin doesn't necessarily have much length, it's his thickness you struggle with. It feels like the corners of your mouth might tear with how much you open up for him.

It looks as though Changbin has hearts in his eyes, jaw slightly open as he moans at the sight of you engulfing him "So pretty. My baby's so pretty. Love you. I love my pretty baby, oh fuck..." he mindlessly babbles.

If you could, you'd coo at his incoherent words. You show your gratitude by pulling the dildo a few inches out before ramming it back in. Changbin yelps at the sudden movement, but his hips quickly rock with your thrusting.

You manage to set a doable pace for yourself. Sucking him in until his curly pubes touch your nose while you fuck the toy shallowly in him. Soft gags and muffled moans elapse your mouth as you try to swallow your omega whole, but Changbin seems to find pleasure in it nonetheless.

His stubby cock twitches in your mouth and his chest heaves as his orgasm approaches.

Quickly, you replace your mouth with your hand, stroking him in quick jerks while you have better agility to thrust the toy inside him. You swear you could see the tip of the cock poke from underneath the belly of his skin, touching the deepest parts of him you have yet to explore yourself.

Little gasps and cries leave his pretty lips, and this time, you do have the opportunity to coo at Changbin. "Look at you. So good for me. Gonna cum all over yourself again?"

Changbin tries to nod, but it looks like his head just flops around. You find his attempt endearing. "It's okay, Binnie. You can cum as much as you want. I know you need it."

"Need it," he agrees, eyes screwed shut. "Need it so bad." You watch as his eyebrows come together. His dildo tears from your grip as his hips entirely buck off the bed when he cums, hot spurts of release reaching all the way up to his plump chest. Changbin lets out a series of choked moans, and though you're not getting any action yourself, you moan with him.

His legs tremble as he keeps himself lifted, the final bursts of cum dribbling down his shaft before he finally collapses. His pants fill the room and you gently remove the silicone from him.

You pull it slowly to not hurt him, but you enjoy how Changbin shivers and groans when the last inches of the cock slip out of him. You raise the soaked toy in front of you, intrigued by the white cream that settles at the base.

Yeah, he's an omega all right.

Changbin's labored breathing slowly returns to normal and his tired arms lift to make grabby-hands at you. You try not to smile at his adorable gesture, "You know you're gonna hear it from me in the morning, right?" But you snuggle beside him anyway, bringing your face into the crook of his neck where his pheromones make your head spin.

"Binnie's sorry," he murmurs, wrapping one of his nude legs over your waist to bring you closer.

"Mhm. Binnie's gonna be sorry all right."

You decide he'll make up for your neglected cunt all morning tomorrow...or maybe all day.

a/n: omg I have no idea how this will preform but I had so many different ideas in mind, but I decided to go with this one. I was originally gonna do an orgy with omega reader and omega Changbin and the rest of the boys alphas ahaha but damn, i couldn't muster the energy. enjoy this tho! thank you :)

#smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz #stray kids #skz changbin #changbin smut #changbin stray kids #seo changbin #stray kids changbin #changbin #skz hard hours #skz hard thoughts #omegaverse #omega x omega #changbin fluff

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤInterrupted dream.

ㅤㅤㅤ2011 Tom Kaulitz × female reader.

Warnings: fluff & smut, unprotected sex, p in v (riding Tom yumyumyum), Tom eating out reader while she is sleepy, all CONSENSUAL.

Author's note: OK IM FUCKING SORRY IF THE SMUT PART LOOKS LIKE SHIT, I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED HALF OF IT AND HAD TO WRITW ALL AGAIN BECAUSE I WNATED TO POST THAT SHIT TODAY, IM GOING CQRAZYYYYY. Also sorry if there are any mistakes, english isn't my first language. 🙂‍↕️

"If you don't finish these slides for your presentation by the day after tomorrow, I'll fire you!" The boss said in a stern voice; that echoed in my head and the only thing I was thinking about was how I wanted to punch this mustachioed old man in the face and get out of there. My thoughts were interrupted when he left my office slamming the door, the sound of wood hitting the frame making the table in front of me shake slightly. I just sighed, my hands working on the keyboard of the computer that looked like the oldest in the world - it was slow as fuck, one click and it took fucking 6 minutes to react.

Without thinking, I continued working as I only thought about how much I wanted to go away and see my boyfriend, Tom. He should probably be rehearsing with his band right now, creating riffs, making melodies..I wanted to be there with him right now, just watching him play his guitar and the band creating new music; however, I had to stay in that office for at least the next 3 hours, working on a boring presentation that I will have to present in 2 days. Bummer. Three o'clock passed slowly, as if the clock was 40 minutes behind every time an hour passed, probably because of boredom and stress. I couldn't stand another day in this place, I felt on the verge of throwing all that paperwork up and throwing that monitor that looked more like a gigantic engine making helicopter noises - out the window.

When I finally got home, I just took off my shoes and put on my slippers, Tom heard me coming so quickly he left the room and I heard his hurried footsteps, he came to me; welcoming me with an contagious smile, which made me smile back at him and come closer, hugging him.

"I missed you." Tom said, I could hear his smile in the way his voice came out. He was always so excited to see me, it's cheesy - but I felt myself falling more and more in love with him.

"I missed you too, babe." I replied back, my voice showing slight exhaustion, but I tried to hide it, my body relaxing against the larger figure that hugged me.

"How was today? Are you okay?" He questioned with concern, his hands coming to rest on my waist; pressing the skin lightly with his long, large fingers.

"It was very tiring but I'm fine. Did everything go well in the studio?" My voice indicated concern at the same level as him, taking my hands to the back of his neck, stroking some of the black braids that were there while I buried my face in his chest, closing my eyes.

Tom chuckled, looking down when he felt my face against his pecs. "Of course, everything worked out and we are planning a new album." He replied, his knees bending slightly so he could place a kiss on the top of my head, almost on my forehead. "You seem a lot more tired than usual, how about a shower? We can even watch a movie later, if you want." he suggested as I moved my face away from his chest, putting distance between our bodies; but as Tom didn't like to be without physical contact, he removed his hands from my waist but brought one of his hands to mine, holding our hands together.

"That sounds like a perfect idea, are you a mind reader?" I asked playfully, laughing softly and hearing Tom's laugh mix with mine, leaving me feeling better than ever after such an unbearable day.

Tom guided me to the bathroom, gently pulling me by the hand, he did all the work, helping me remove my clothes first and then his. While he took off his clothes, I went to the shower and turned on warm water; putting my hand under the water, checking if it was too hot or too cold. When the water was at a pleasant temperature, I went under the water, wetting my hair and giving Tom space to enter as well.

"Can I wash your hair?" He said almost with a pleading tone on his voice as he looked down at me. I hesitated to answer him, after all, I didn't want to give him so much work, we were both tired.

"You don't need to wash it if you-" I tried to respond before he interrupted me. "I want to wash it, honey." he said, as if he already knew my answer - was I really that predictable? He stretched his muscular body to grab the shampoo, placing a small portion on one of his large hands before running it through my hair, rubbing my scalp gently as he waited for the foam to appear. I looked at his face, our naked bodies facing each other made me think about how intimate we were and how attentive he was to me, I loved him so much.

After the shower he even offered to dry my hair, he didn't exactly offer...he stated that he would dry my hair, no matter if I said "no, I don't want to give you too much work" and who was I to disagree with that statement? I let him dry my hair, the air from the dryer not being too hot so as not to damage my hair.

"Hmmm. Your hair smells so good, I would stay all day with my face in your hair if I could." He commented, his voice loud enough for me to be able to understand him over the sound of the hairdryer. His body was bent slightly, his handsome face approaching the back of my head which was covered by some of my hair; just to smell it more closely, so that he could still dry the rest of my hair and see me in the mirror.

"Stop being silly! let's finish soon so we can go see a movie. I still have to finish some work things." I smiled gently as I looked at him in the mirror, his face lifting from the back of my head, our eyes meeting momentarily. He saw my smile and just smiled back, still drying my hair; his right hand holding the hairdryer handle, slowly moving the electronic device left and right, making the hot air reach almost all of my hair, drying my strands quickly.

Finally wearing pajamas, lying together on the couch, a bucket of popcorn on my hands, we started watching a movie that I chose because it was about an hour and a half long. The movie was playing on our television, while we were eating popcorn, we were spooning, with me being the smaller spoon and Tom being the bigger spoon. I gave him some popcorn because I needed to reward him after he washed my hair and dried it too - he was definitely the best boyfriend any girl could have, I was so lucky. His left hand was on my waist while we watched the movie, he squeezed the skin in that area from time to time, in a gesture of affection and protection and he never failed to make me feel loved and protected, without a shadow of a doubt.

During the movie, we laughed, talked and stuffed ourselves with popcorn - maybe we talked more and paid less attention to the film but that's ok, it wasn't like there was going to be a test about the movie after we finished watching it.

"If you were a super duper professional movie reviewer, what grade would you give the movie?" I questioned curiously, my body now facing his; instead of spooning. My eyes kept looking up, watching his dark brown eyes, waiting for an answer while he let out a long "hmm" thinking about an answer, looking into my eyes with a thoughtful and relaxed expression at the same time.

"First of all, what makes you think I'm not a super duper movie reviewer?" He questioned back, his tone dripping with sassiness, his gaze showing teasing. I rolled my eyes and slapped him lightly on the chest, eliciting a hearty laugh from his lips, which made me give a silly smile in response. "Okay...I'd give it...a pretty solid 7.6, considering several funny scenes. Especially the one with the man tripping that we laughed a lot at. The scenery isn't bad either, but I've seen better." His voice was forced; actually trying to imitate a fancy critic who knew what he was talking about, which made me start laughing and caused his character to break - as he started laughing too, bringing his face closer to shower my face with little kisses as we laughed.

But as all good things eventually come to an end, we had to get up and leave our "cocoon". I went to clean the popcorn bucket, while Tom tidied up the living room, especially the couch; folding the blankets, arranging the cushions and cleaning up some crumbs that accidentally fell during the movie. While I was cleaning the popcorn bucket in the kitchen, I got distracted by my thoughts, now I was going to have to go finish that damn presentation to send to my boss. My thoughts were interrupted, this time it wasn't by my boss closing the door but by Tom coming to hug me from behind, his hands finding themselves in front of my abdomen and putting light pressure there, while his face lowered to rest on my shoulder. His body was pressed against my back - and that's not a complaint, I loved being like that with him, even in silence. Today he was much more needy than normal, normally he can stay longer without physical contact with me but today he seemed to want me close to him all the time.

"Did you manage to finish cleaning the couch?" My voice was very low and gentle, waiting for a response but I just felt his head on my shoulder moving up and down; indicating that yes, he was done, he just wanted to stand there and hug me. I smiled broadly, finishing cleaning the popcorn bucket and removing the excess water, placing the bucket to dry on the dish rack. As soon as I finished, I gently separated my body from Tom's, turning so we were facing each other, looking up at him.

"Are you okay?" I watched him with slight concern, his needy hands already making their way to my slim waist, pulling me closer to him as he kept his gaze on mine.

"I've been thinking about you all day, you know?" Tom said rhetorically, squeezing my waist lightly as he lowered his face towards my face; getting close enough to make me close my eyes, thinking he was going to kiss me, but he moved past my face and placed his chin on my collarbone, placing kisses there on my neck. My skin crawled as I felt his short beard brushing lightly against the warm skin of my neck and also felt his lip piercing, cold against my warm skin. I could understand his intentions, even a blind person could understand what he wanted. As much as I wanted, I had to finish the presentation as soon as possible, so I gasped softly and opened my eyes, placing my hands on his broad shoulders and moving him gently away from my neck.

"Sorry honey, I need to finish my a presentation by the day after tomorrow." I said almost like an apology, seeing the tall boy lift his head and watch me, squeezing my waist again; he needed a place to take out his desire, huh?

"It'll be quick, I promise. Please?" He begged with the most insistent puppy eyes in the world, caressing my waist in search of a "yes".

"How about tomorrow?" I suggested as I took my right hand to caress his cheek gently, looking into his eyes and reflecting the same desire he had, but knowing that I have responsibilities. Tom just nodded and sighed at the idea of having to wait until tomorrow, getting closer - if that was even possible. "Can I at least get a kiss?" As soon as he finished speaking, I brought our faces closer and began a calm kiss, the cold sensation of his piercing taking over my lips while I kept my hand on his cheek, my thumb caressing his face and feeling the short beard there. Our tongues danced together, almost as if they had a life of their own. Tom's hands went under my loose pajama top, caressing the skin on my back, making my breathing become shaky. He did this on purpose, just wanting to see me getting goosebumps, what a son of a bitch.

The kiss stopped due to lack of oxygen - which sucked, since I could keep kissing his lips until I died and I would still die happy. Opening my eyes, I breathe again, breathing deeply, but not exaggeratedly. I watched him; and he had a silly smile on his lips, which made my cheeks light up with a light red tone, smiling back.

"Don't just stand there and stare at me like a zombie, let's go to the bedroom. I have to finish the presentation while...well, you can try to sleep if you want." I said, pulling away from him, joining our hands and pulling him carefully towards our bedroom.

"A zombie? Is that what I looked like? I was admiring you, asshole." He replied, pretending to be offended while maintaining that same stupid smile, making his eyes almost become a straight line because of the smile that took up space on his face. In response I just shook my head negatively, giggling.

As soon as we got to our room, I let go of his hand and let him go to bed - if he already wanted to go to sleep. I walked in big steps, reaching a desk in the corner of our room and turning on my computer; which, by the way, was much more up to date than the one I had in the office. I dragged the chair with wheels back and sat there, forcing my body forward until I fit my body on the table so I could see the computer screen better and finally; finish this presentation that is bothering me and not allowing me to spend more time with Tom. As I typed and typed, time passed slowly, which was good and bad at the same time. It was good because it meant I had more time to finish and spend more time with Tom and it was bad because I felt like I was doing the presentation very slowly.

I finally managed to finish it after a few hours there, my eyes were almost closed and my posture was completely forward; so that my head was lying on the cold wood of the table while all I had to do was send this to my boss. I looked at the small time indicator in the corner of my computer screen, showing that it was 1:56 AM. Before I could send the presentation to my boss, Tom approached with slower steps since he was probably sleepy too and without saying anything, he just closed my computer and picked me up bridal style - taking me away from the desk and the computer. I let out a sigh, worrying about the presentation for a few seconds, but remembered that it would be saved and I could send it to my boss when I woke up tomorrow morning. So I just accepted Tom's embrace, placing my face against his shoulder, even though his steps were slow, they managed to reach the bed very easily, so he placed me on the bed and joined me straight after placing me there. When he did that, I covered our bodies, turning sideways to face him.

"You shouldn't have to stay working late, honey." He said first in a strained, low voice, gently scolding me for working late.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just need to deliver this presentation soon." I responded to him, feeling one of his hands come to my face, cupping and caressing my cheek affectionately; his thumb almost taking over my face because his hands are big and my face is small.

"No need to apologize. You know I have enough money to support both of us, right?" I waited for him to finish speaking before answering with "I don't want to feel like I'm a leech on your money, Tom." In response he snorted slightly at what I said, as if I had just said the stupidest thing he had ever heard, moving his hand away from my face. "That's the last thing I would think of you, Y/n. If I can help and save you from having to work and deal with an annoying boss, then I want to help. Please?" He insisted as he brought his face close to mine. Even in the dark, I could still see the silhouette of his face there, approaching my face. I remained silent, thoughtful about what he had said, hesitant to answer a yes or no. "We'll be able to spend more time together without you having to work. You'll even be able to see me rehearse with the band. I'm already a super happy man by your side, but I'd be a super duper happy man if you didn't work and we could spend more time together." He insisted a little more while his voice dropped to almost a whisper, wanting to get that "ok, I'm not going to work anymore" from my lips, getting closer until his forehead was touching mine. "Money is not a problem for me, you know that." He completed, waiting for some response from me. My mind was racing, I would love to spend more time with him...but I didn't want to feel like I was gold-digging, even though I really wasn't and I just loved Tom so fucking much.

"I will think about it." I finally gave an answer, but not choosing between yes or no, as I needed to think more about what Tom suggested. Tom didn't question or show disappointment or displeasure, he just brought our lips together in a quick peck since we were both tired. "Think fondly, okay? I love you." He replied, moving our faces apart just to place his face between my breasts, using that area as a pillow. "I love you too." My small hands came up to stroke his long black braids, tracing a pattern through his braids until we both slept.

In the morning, I woke up to the sounds of birds chirping, the light from the window hitting the curtain and making it slightly transparent; so that the light entered our room. But that wasn't the only thing that woke me up. Little by little I started to let out soft and low cries, feeling hands holding my thighs. I woke up, still sleepy, already feeling a knot in my stomach, which made me look down and see no one but Tom there, practically drowning in my pussy. His tongue moved up to my clit and down, flicking quickly on my pussy while holding my thighs as if I could disappear at any moment. I felt his short beard rubbing against my pussy, making me let out louder cries, specially now that I started to be more aware of what he was doing. My pajama pants were lying on the corner of the bed, along with my panties - how had he taken them off without me even waking up? I must be pretty tired, I guess.

"You said I could have you today. But you didn't specify the time." His husky voice vibrated against my pussy as he noticed that I had woke up and was being responsive to his stimulations. Tom looked up, wanting to see my eyes, which at the moment were closed in pleasure, due to waking up to this surprise of his; which wasn't the first time, of course.

"Good morning, to you too, Y/n." He said teasingly, not expecting a response from me as he pressed my small thighs against his muscular arms, wanting to taste me in the purest form possible - straight from the source.

My legs were shaking because of the constant stimulation of his tongue, my hands went to his head, pulling at his black braids, gently trying to get him out of there, even though I knew I had no chance against Tom. He purposely tightened his arms around my thighs, moving his tongue up to my clit, flicking his tongue there in a skillful way, wanting to make me as overwhelmed with pleasure as possible. And he was so fucking good at it. My back arched as moans interrupted by other moans of mine - echoed through our room. He grunted against my clit in response to seeing me like this – desperate and seeking release. "Tom! My god, fuckfuckfuck!" And with one last slightly stronger pull on his black braids, my body lost control and the knot that was forming in my stomach came undone, my legs lightly kicking the air as waves of pleasure passed through my body and Tom felt the taste of all of the release, not letting a drop go unharmed, stimulating me until he felt the last drop on his tongue.

When Tom felt my body relax, he gave one last loving lick to my overstimulated sex and removed his face from between my legs, finishing tasting the pleasure that he gave me, lifting his body and approaching me; who was lying on the bed, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I processed the orgasmic effects coursing through me.

Suddenly I felt his hand under my thigh, pulling me closer to him quickly and easily, since he had a lot of strength. "Open your eyes, Y/n. Look at me." He said gently but with a tone of voice that made it seem like he was demanding and expected me to open my eyes as he asked. Without hesitation, I opened my eyes that were filled with post-orgasmic bliss and looked in his direction, our gazes meeting as a proud smile formed on his lips.

"I love watching you fall apart like that. It never gets old." Then, with a most mischievous smile, Tom; still with his hand under my thigh, added his other hand under my other thigh and pulled me close to him, my body dragging across the sheets. He moved his hands from under my thighs to my waist, lifting me up and finally placing me on top of him so that my body was facing him.

"Now that you're awake, how about we get on with my dick, hmm?" He suggested as he brought a hand to my face, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, adjusting my messy appearance.

"But I'm tired. I just woke up." I answered calmly, my body relaxing in his lap, which made him place both of his large hands on my waist, just to keep me balanced and not fall back. I looked at him, my hands going to his shoulders; standing still on top of the pajama fabric that separated my hand from touching his body.

"Aww, poor thing." He muttered soothingly, mocking me. I felt his face get closer to mine, only for him to pepper kisses on my jaw that went down the side of my neck, making me respond to this action almost instantly, as I shivered and closed my eyes. "It'll be really quick, I promise. Then you can go back to sleep." Looking for some way to say "yes" without having to say anything, my hands on his shoulders gently pulled the fabric, wanting to take that shirt off; Tom understood what I meant and helped me take off his shirt, throwing it anywhere, as much as he could have me here, now. My eyes roamed his body before he suddenly captured my lips in a vaguely aggressive kiss, the taste of my own release making me cringe against his mouth before I deepened the kiss.

Tom's hands squeezed my waist one last time before starting a path upward towards the last piece of clothing on my body. His fingers slowly ran up my torso, until they reached the middle of my chest where Tom began to unbutton the buttons of my pajamas in a hurry. Our kiss seemed to get more heated as he removed my pajama shirt, my waist moving back and forth in his lap; looking for more contact with him, since I felt he was hard through his sweatpants. In response to my movements against his lap, Tom made low grunts against my lips, our tongues "fighting" together, our desires being discounted against each other.

My waist stopped and my hands dropped from his shoulder, going to his sweatpants, pulling down his pants along with his underwear; his cock freeing itself from the fabrics that were squeezing him. I couldn't take his pants and underwear off completely, so they hung loosely over Tom's thighs.

I broke the kiss after his dick was already exposed, breathing quickly due to the anticipation of wanting to feel him. It was funny how minutes ago I was sleepy and now I just wanted Tom inside me. Tom looked down into my eyes, one of his hands that were on my waist, moving up my cheek and caressing the skin there, admiring my tired but glazed with desire face. My small hands went to his shaft, our eyes meeting as I lightl the area, making slow up and down movements.

"Mmm...just ride me, Y/n. I need you now." He said with a hoarse voice due to my teasing, his hand leaving my cheek and going to my waist; getting up and positioning his length at my entrance, pushing my waist completely down, filling me with just one thrust; eliciting a whimper from my lips. My hands quickly went to his shoulders, squeezing that area in an attempt to ease the pain I felt from being filled suddenly. "A-ah...Tom!" I silently screamed, my eyes closing as I concentrated on getting used to him, he used one hand to stroke my back in circles wanting me to get used to it before he could continue. "Shh..I know, babe." He softly whispered, wanting to soothe the pain away.

When I finally got used to it, I slowly lifted my waist and Tom; with his hands around my waist, pulled me down without slowness, filling me again, eliciting yet another whimper from my lips, a whimper that he liked to hear, as he took control of my movements and his hands tightened around my waist, guiding my movements up and down. I helped him with difficulty, with each thrust of his, one moan came louder than the other. "You sound so fucking pretty." He said between low gasps, his face approaching my neck, nibbling and sucking the warm skin in that area, marking me with hickeys. My head fell back, letting him have easy access to my neck and mark wherever he wanted; being at his mercy.

"Ouch!..I can't!" I cried, my legs failing to help him move inside of me, causing him to stay still inside me; his dick shuddering against my tight, hot walls. He was very big and even though we had a relatively active sexual relationship, I had difficulty getting used to him.

"Yes, you can." He answered sternly, hugging my waist, both of his arms keeping our bodies pressing against each other. "And you will." He stated, thrusting upwards, his cock filling me more intensely in that position, making my hands desperately go to his biceps and squeeze the muscular area; who was tense against my touch as he was keeping me trapped between his body and his arms. I laid my head against his chest, words coming out of my mouth but they were all incoherent and accompanied by messy whimpers. My body shook with each thrust, the bed beneath our bodies creaking with each thrust coming from Tom, as my walls clenched around him, milking him for everything he was worth.

"You feel..so fucking good." With Tom's hands around me, he used this to his advantage and lifted me up slightly, thrusting in and out of me at a faster pace, angling himself to hit a sensitive spot between my hot walls, my moans echoing through our room - complaints would come from the neighbors, I thought before my mind became numb so that all I could think about was that moment and how it was good. However, due to the intensity, I tried to escape weakly and make Tom stop focusing on that point of mine. Tom smiled at my attempts but didn't let me escape, pressing myself tighter against his body, wanting me to reach the peak as quickly as possible. "Oh no, you're not getting away now, Y/n." With Tom's skillful movements against my sensitive spot, my legs began to tremble and my head lifted from his chest, looking up towards him, admiring his expression; Eyebrows furrowed, those black braids all messy, his forehead sweaty, eyes slightly closed, looking back at me and groans leaving his lips. He was just so pretty.

Tom lowered his head to search for my lips and begin a slower, more desire-filled kiss; our voices mixing between the kiss, making my whimpers sound more erotic. His movements quickened more as I clenched tighter and tighter around him, and then, our bodies shook together and both of us climaxed, our voices joining in a long satisfied "Mmm" that echoed through the room as we slowly rode our highs, the waves of pleasure passing through both of us and making our bodies go into light spasms. The grip of Tom's arms around my waist became lighter little by little, with his hands off my waist, he reached down and gave my ass a light squeeze, making me sigh against his lips before parting our lips; that they were still "together" even though we were moving our faces apart, as a long thread of saliva formed between us but briefly fell apart.

I gave him a satisfied smile and made him smile back at me, I could still feel him buried inside of me, his cock twitching. "I think that was one of the best 'good morning' you've given me so far." I declared with a tired voice, still processing my recent climax, my hand going up to his face, gently running my hand through the sweat on his forehead and removing at least some of the sweat from that area. "But what about all the others 'good mornings' I gave you? Weren't those enough?" Tom replied, a sad pout forming on his lips; teasingly, his eyes shining with happiness. "Of course they were."

"You're not lying, right? :("

"Tom."

":("

"Don't be silly, I love all the 'good mornings' you give me."

":D"

"Sooooo..." Tom started talking while we were both taking a shower, I had the soap in my hands, soaping my body while I waited for him to finish talking. "What about your job? Have you thought about what I said yesterday?" He finished speaking, approaching me and observing me, searching my eyes and wanting a concrete answer on this subject. "Can I answer after the shower?" I asked calmly as I looked up at him, the answer was already on the tip of my tongue, but I wanted to wait to say it. "Sure. Whatever you want." He responded back without any hesitation, starting to clean his braids, just wanting to get out of there quickly so he could get the answer soon.

As soon as we got out of the shower, changed into more casual clothes, I sat on the edge of the bed and sighed; I didn't even think about what Tom said to me yesterday, since I didn't even have time to think. I soon felt Tom sit down next to me, the mattress dipping slightly against his weight; It was clear that Tom was wanting an answer, so I got up from the end of the bed and went towards the computer, turning it on and going to the file where my presentation was located - it was what I was going to present tomorrow. Tom followed me, curious as he watched what I was doing. "What are you doing? Don't tell me you're gonna send this to your boss." He replied, his tone showing obvious frustration. "You'll only know if you see it, silly. I haven't even answered anything yet." I answered, giving him hope. My fingers moved over the keyboard just to delete my entire presentation; even though I spent several nights making them to send to my boss.

"Is that a 'I'm gonna spend more time with my boyfriend and not deal with my annoying boss anymore'?"

"Almost. What should I send my boss?"

"Tell him to fuck o-"

"Tom!"

"I'm sorry but he practically steals you from me for like 10 hours every day!"

"He used to steal me from you for 10 hours." I corrected, rolling my eyes, typing on the slides where my presentation should be, "I quit."

"Aren't you even going to put a smiley emoji in the message?"

"Why's that?"

Tom just looked up and down at me and gently removed my hands from the keyboard, making sure to put a ":D" at the end. "Aren't you happy now that you're not going to work and are going to spend more time with me?"

"I am."

"That's what the smiley emoji is for. To show that you're leaving that boring place and you're going to be happy with your boyfriend."

"I should never have taught you to use those emojis. Ugh."

@httpkaulitz jwss eu te amo eu to com Tanto sono sao tres da manha.isso ficou mais longo do que eu esperava mEudeus

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starryinkart · 30 days

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Hey guys! Welcome to the next update of MD:Totality! Things are about to get fun in a few more pages, so hold tight, our boy N isn't looking so hot...is he...:P

Are you guys excited for the finale of Murder Drones? 2 MORE DAYS LEFT!!! The quality looks absolutely BONKERS GOOD in quality! Im so scared for all the characters, I've grown to love all of them so much, but hopefully we get a decent ending or cliffhanger! I know alot of people are upset they aren't announcing a S2 and the show feels rushed, but who knows, maybe it'll end in a cliffhanger and the show will be picked up someday again after TADC and GASLIGHT District come to a close! Don't give up hope yet!

In the meantime, the comic will be aiming to do the characters justice that 8 episodes couldn't give them on Glitch to the best of my ability! Just adding more characterization and info/personality of the universe/The Solver/JCJenson/characters etc. So I hope you all enjoy my spin on things!

(P.S Sorry for the late upload guys, real life stuff got in the way, got super sick and am feeling a bit better, but I'm aiming to have this comic out on time, minus exceptions!)

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Here’s the synopsis!:

Barely escaping the mass destruction of Copper 9, as well as losing Uzi to the Absolute Solver, N, V, J, Khan, Lizzy and Thad find their way through the galaxy to the Earth-like planet “Jericho”; where they look for refuge and plan to fight back. Their new goal, stop the solver from destroying the last remaining human colonized planet by any means necessary, find JCJENSON and report their findings. It shouldn’t be THAT hard…right?

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The idea is to have pages coming out @ around 7 pm US EST or every 2 Sundays (if life gets busy lol, I will let you guys know!)

I hope you guys really enjoy this comic, as well as the character development I have planned for it! Enjoy! <3

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sunflowersteves · 1 year

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i'm not cute || m.o.

pairing || miguel o'hara x fem!reader

summary || Miguel always loved when you played with his hair.

author's notes || this is my first miguel fic and im v excited!! there will be much more to come <3 also, my spanish is v v v limited and i tried following what ppl were saying in the miguel tag but please let me know if I need to fix anything!!

warnings || none, fluff, it's tooth-rotting

“Did you just braid my hair?”

You paused—froze even. Your hands stilled in between his luscious, soft hair, and it took every ounce inside of you to not continue to feel through each strand of his.

“Uh, no?” It was bashful.

You inwardly winced at the extremely unconvincing tone of your voice. You couldn’t see, but his lips curled into the smallest of smiles. His spidey-DNA, as you liked to call it, sensed the heat that radiated off of your body.

After an unsuccessful mission, Miguel came home in a state of ire. His eyebrows were furrowed, anger rolling off of his body in waves as his chest heaved up and down. But as soon as your hand placed itself across the plains of his chest and soothed the fabric of his suit, everything started to dissipate.

The anger, the grief, the guilt—everything.

You gently pulled his wrist, and he blindly followed you into the living room of your makeshift apartment he built in Nueva York. You sat right above him on the couch, brush in your hand as you stroked through each strand of hair. His frame practically barrelled over you, despite him sitting on the ground with his back to the legs of the couch.

In return, he wanted to desperately turn around and press light kisses into your skin, but he refrained. He knew that all you wanted to do was comfort his tense muscles.

“That didn’t sound very convincing.”

You bite your lip, sheepishly, as you ignored his comment and started to braid another part of his hair. You very carefully twisted the fluffy soft hair between one another and grinned at the What he didn’t have to know wouldn’t hurt him, right? Well, apparently, you were wrong because once you tugged on his hair, yet again, and he practically jumps.

“¡Ay!” He yelps and turns his head to look at you, “¿Qué mierda haces?”

Your eyes widened, “Miggy! Oh—I’m so sorry!” You go to reach for his head again in an attempt to soothe the pain that you caused, but he caught your wrist.

If you weren’t too concerned about tugging on his hair, you would have noticed the slight change in his lips that turned into a sly smirk. “Cariño,” He warned. His voice was gravelly and rough—the sound sending shivers down your spine. “¿Qué voy a hacer contigo?”

In one motion, he’s hovering over you. “Hmm?”

Your mouth opens in surprise—the spark in your heartbeat not going unnoticed by the man before you. “I–I just, Miguel—” You were starting to get nervous under his gaze—just like you always do.

Pure adoration flashed between his ruby eyes, and his finger gently rubbed against the side of your cheek. It was so gentle and affectionate that it almost created tears against your waterline. He loved when you got nervous and playful—it always struck against his chest and seized him whole. He wanted to see the effect that he had on you in every waking moment, it seemed.

He smiled. “You’re cute.”

You gasped, attempting to turn the tables around and flip him over. “I am not cute!” Alas, you were unsuccessful.

He laughed. It was hearty and pretty against your ears. “You’re right. You’re the cutest.”

You grumbled under your breath, and it took every ounce of control not to kiss the puffing of your cheeks. “Whatever, you’re the cutest. Not me.”

Miguel smiled—teeth showing and entirely genuine as he took in your playful expression and fingers that twisted the short hair against the base of his neck.

“I’ll eventually make you admit it, mi alma. Don't you worry."

¿Qué mierda haces? - What the fuck are you doing?

Cariño - Honey

¿Qué voy a hacer contigo? - What am i going to do with you?

Mi alma - my soul

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse #no spoilers

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rhaenerystargaryen · 1 month

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i wanna be saved

pairing: modern!daemon targaryen x fem!reader

synopsis: it's okay to have a little fun once in a while but remember, everything is better aged.

warnings: smut (p in v), oral sex, fingering, dom/sub dynamics, age-gap relationship, consumption of alcohol, cussing/adult language

wc: 2076

a/n: my request box is open for anything your hearts desire <3

it had been a long week at your corporate job. your boss, being the asshole he is, made you the head of a project. managing a nine to five and grad school proved to be one of the worst things on the face on the earth. you’ve spent countless nights studying for exams while also trying to keep everything in order so that the launch of said project would go smoothly. long story short, it had been a while since you’ve had some fun.

“which skirt suits me better?” your friend, rhaenyra asked.

“the silver one,” you replied, aimlessly scrolling on your phone.

your dear friend, rhaenyra, had begged invited you to come clubbing with her. according to her, “you never go out anymore!"

*start of flashback*

"you should come to this thing my uncle is hosting," rhaenyra pulled out a flyer from her purse, "here. it has the address and everything on it already."

"rhaenyra, you know i'd love to but i really need to focus on-" she cut you off.

"work? well, i already know its either work or school. have you seriously forgotten that you're a hot, young twenty two year old and not some middle aged woman?"

"rhaenyra-"

"just come with me," she whined, "pleaseeee!! we can get ready together and i'll even buy you a drink," you raised your eyebrow at that last statement to which you both laughed at.

"okay! okay! i'll go," rhaenyra threw her fist up in excitement, "but," you started, "if i get shitfaced, its your problem."

*end of flashback*

you watched her slide the skirt on and turn to face you.

“i don’t think this skirt looks good on me,” she expressed making you roll your eyes.

“yes it does,” getting up, you grabbed at her shirt, “look it matches this silver detailing.”

“whatever you say my dear y/n,” she laughed.

"well im done so whenever you finish we can go," you stated.

rhaenyra turned to look at you, "you're joking right?"

"what?"

"there is no way you're going out in that," she exclaimed. you had opted to wear a white tank top with some black shorts while rhaenyra went all out.

"what? does it not look good on me?" you asked.

"its too casual," she made her way to her closet and from there you could hear shuffling until she emerged holding a black lacy dress.

"here, try this!"

you looked at the dress then her, "rhaenyra-"

"oh cmon, please! do i have to beg you to do everything? this dress would make you look so sexy and while you're at it, ditch those shoes."

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as the two of you stepped out of the car, you made note of the scenery. whoever her uncle was must have been loaded, or important, because this venue was too fancy for just a couple of young adults clubbing.

"rhaenyra?" your eyes darted back and forth between the building and her as you walked toward the entrance of the venue, "what does your uncle do for work exactly?"

you had hardly taken notice to the man standing by the door, waiting for rhaenyra.

"niece," he stated look at rhaenyra then turning to face you.

"y/n," you reached your hand out to shake his.

"y/n," he repeated, "what a beautiful name," then he grabbed your hand to kiss it.

rhaenyra rolled her eyes as she spoke, "y/n, this is my uncle daemon."

"nice to meet you," you shyly responded to his gesture.

"no need for formalities. it is always a pleasure to be the in presence of such beautiful young ladies," he teased.

"uncle," rhaenyra started, "i think my dear friend y/n has had enough, would you show us to our booth?"

"with pleasure," daemon said with a sly smirk plastered on his face.

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it had been two hours since daemon had taken the both of you to your booth. those two hours were spent getting pampered by rich wall street men who were looking to spend a pretty penny getting young girls drunk. rhaenyra had entranced one of them to the dance floor 30 minutes prior, leaving you all alone.

"enjoying your time, princess?" you looked up from your phone to see daemon standing, arms crossed.

"oh yes, everything here is so nice. not like those dirty college clubs where i usually get wasted," you joked.

"oh really?" daemon had moved to take a seat next to you, "do you party often?"

"well...not really," you shrugged.

"why's that? you seem like a fun girl," he laughed.

"i've just been really busy at work and you know i'm trying to balance that with school," you knew you were starting to ramble but at this point you didn't care, "it just hasn't been working in my favor i guess."

daemon was looking at you, almost as if he was consuming every word you'd been saying.

"what?" you took notice of his odd staring.

snapping out of his trance he cleared his throat and sat up, "nothing nothing. you seem like a very dedicated young woman, y/n. everything will pass but you shouldn't deny yourself the pleasure of living," he said.

you could tell he was speaking from prior experience, making you question his age.

"how old are you, daemon?" you blurted.

clearly the question caught him off guard but he didn't seem to mind as he started laughing.

"i'm sorry. i know that question was probably insensitive, i didn't mean to-"

"i'm 40, y/n," he spoke smoothly.

"oh," you couldn't seem to find the right words for this situation.

raising a brow, he leaned in closer, "does that bother you, y/n?" he asked.

"no, no it doesn't," you shook your head.

daemon didn't say anything but just lean into you, your legs now touching.

"when was the last time you had some fun, y/n?" his tone now a bit firm.

"well, depends on what kind of fun you're talking about," you joked trying to ease the tension.

you couldn't sit here and deny how your body was reacting to daemon. ever since he'd kissed your hand a couple hours prior, you'd noticed how well his blue-grey eyes complemented his platinum hair. not to mention the fact he had to be at least 6'2. the one thing that set your stomach on fire though was the fact that he was older, so much older.

"when was the last time you were fucked, y/n?" he spoke lowly, breath fanning your face.

your body retracted a bit which daemon took notice of, grabbing your face in response so that now you were looking directly at him.

"are you going to answer, princess?" he hummed.

you could feel your heart beating so intensely you thought it might run out of chest, "a while," you shyly responded.

"was it good?" he asked.

you couldn't bring yourself to speak. you just shook your head "no" and that told daemon all he needed to know.

"would you like me to show you how a real man pleases a woman, y/n?" there was a hint of mockery in the way he spoke. obviously not directed at you, but the man who had you before.

"what about rhaenyra?" you bit your lip, "what would she think about this?"

"this has nothing to do with rhaenyra. you are a grown woman, y/n...but i can see now that you're hesitant. you don't want me to show you," he released your face from his grasp.

"wait! daemon," you grabbed his arm, "i want you," you admitted with the last bit of dignity you had.

"how badly do you want me, princess?" that damn nickname had your heart running laps around your rib cage and even doing backflips.

"so so so badly, daemon," you toyed with your lip as you tried to read his face.

daemon leaned in to grab your face once more, placing his lips onto yours. the way he kissed made the heart doing laps and flips in your ribcage drop dead and instead, set your stomach on fire. he was aggressive, threading his fingers through your hair and pulling your head back to nip at the exposed skin on your neck.

suddenly, he pulled back, "follow me."

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daemon had taken you by the arm down a secluded hallway of the club. you figured you were going to his office, thinking he worked here. yet when he opened the door, you were met with the sight of a private room.

"well...this is nice," you joked before daemon pushed you up against the wall, taking your mouth into his.

his muscular arms traveled down your torso, pulling at the thin material of your lacy dress. your legs opened slightly ajar, giving him the opportunity to place his hand through the ridden-up cloth and tease your leaking slit.

"daemon, please...do something," you whined as he slowly kissed down your neck.

his arms traced back up to where the bottom of your dress was residing and pulled it over your head.

"no bra?" he teased, biting down on your hip bone.

"no bra," you whined out, "just for you."

"oh yeah? who knew you were such a dirty girl, y/n?" he moved so that you could look at yourself in the full length mirror, "look at you...so perfect."

you could only hum a response back before daemon pulled your thong down and started teasing your leaking hole.

"daemon! fuck...please," you mewled out.

"please what, princess?"

"please, eat my pussy," you begged.

"i will, my love...but first i want to play with this pretty pussy," he affirmed as he slid a finger in.

pumping for a bit, he decided to add another one, "how does that feel?"

"sososo good...," you threw your head back, "fuck daemon!" you moaned when he took his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue.

the way he ate your pussy, almost as if he was a starved man had you cursing more than you ever had in your life. not to mention the stars that clouded your vision as he combined the prior finger action with his tongue.

"daemon," you shuddered looking down at him, "i'm gonna cum," you threw your head back, eyes shut.

"no you're not," he responded, pulling his fingers and tongue out of you.

"wha-" you were too clouded to think as daemon picked you up and threw you onto the bed.

he immediately went back to kissing you and you could taste yourself on him. making you even wetter then you were before.

"daemon, take off your clothes," you tugged at his shirt.

"take them off for me, baby," he replied, placing your hands on his chest.

quickly, you went to work removing every piece of clothing on his body until he was bare. you admired his abs for a second, trailing your fingers through the ridges until they reached his v-line.

"that's enough teasing out of you," daemon stated as he flipped you onto all fours, "i want you to look at yourself in the mirror when i fuck you. don't take your eyes off."

the way he said it made it seem like a threat and you weren't willing to test daemon's patience. he slowly entered you and you could feel your knees start to shake from the sheer girth of his length but his hands came to lay on your hips, helping you steady yourself. it only took a couple of thrusts before daemon started going absolutely insane.

"fuck...it's like you were made for me, y/n...so perfect," he groaned as he pulled your back up to touch his stomach.

"daemon, i'm not going to last much longer..." you whispered as his thrusts increased.

"look at yourself when i make you cum," he commanded and your eyes shifted to the mirror.

"fuck y/n, baby...i'm gonna cum," daemon nipped at your ear, "i want you to cum with me."

within a matter of seconds the two of you were falling apart. you were sure that if there were other private rooms, they would've heard the way you yelled daemon's name. hell, the whole venue probably heard you but it all didn't matter because the orgasm that daemon just gave you put the rest to shame and he knew it too. you laid, breathless on the bed looking at him.

"are you tired, old man?" you teased.

"do want to see how tired this old man really is, princess?" daemon replied before emerging on top of you for yet, another round.

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love-belle · 1 year

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'cause summers go so fast !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which her only goal for the summer was to make it through the season without bashing someone's head in and have fun; not introduce more than half of her colleagues to her family and certainly not showing them around her hometown. but, universe always did fuck with her.

for when you realise that you don't have to be sorry for doing it all on your own. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

real life // f1 grid x fem!reader // lewis hamilton x fem!reader

warnings - language. unhealthy and toxic familial relationships. daddy issues. mommy issues. issues. a lot of self projection in this one so !!

author's note - hi hi hi :) this is a series that im truly excited for and i know that i have like two series in progress but yeah !! this is gonna be me self projecting my feelings onto the reader so beware and don't make fun of me <3 i love you so much!!

chapter i ⋆·˚ ༘ *

❝if i wanted to watch a man and woman scream at each other, i would just go and have dinner with my parents — can i leave?❞

chapter ii ⋆·˚ ༘ *

❝are you okay? i mean, i did watch you fall down the stairs and lay on the ground for about ten minutes saying that you deserved this.❞

chapter iii ⋆·˚ ༘ *

❝oh my god, i shouldn't even have to say this but please, do not bite my cat. her name is coochie — STOP LAUGHING!❞

chapter iv ⋆·˚ ༘ *

❝look — i'll speak on behalf of everyone, we think you're cool and the only reason we didn't really hang out with you is because you intimidate us. a lot.❞

chapter v ⋆·˚ ༘ *

❝charles is a decent driver and we can make a run for it. go inside, tell them to fuck off, throw water at their face, scream at them and then we're getting the fuck out of here.❞

...more !!!

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outermaybanks · 3 months

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just a kiss - part iii - jj x bi!reader x kie

part one ☆ part two

a/n: the much-awaited part 3. i can't even promise this is the last thing ill write for this, bc im so in love with this throuple. warnings for smut 18+ CW!! smut, unprotected sex (pull out gang), p-in-v, fingering, oral both f and m receiving but mostly f, cumeating, threesome... i think that covers it? if im missing something lmk

You didn’t know how to get ready, Kie had texted you to make sure you hadn’t changed your mind, but she wanted to keep the actual date a surprise. You settled for something cute, but still casual enough, and waited, but you were surprised when your phone dinged with a text from JJ.

Maybank: im here Maybank: ur dad seems really happy to see me is he mad i called off yesterday

You felt a wave of excitement clash with a wave of anxiety. You quickly grabbed your bag and went downstairs. You and your dad lived above his shop, which made keeping secrets from him extremely difficult. You walked through the garage, finding JJ standing with your dad looking into a car with a flashlight. “Dad, it’s JJ’s day off,” you said as you walked over. JJ turned when he heard your voice, a smile creeping onto his lips. “I just wanted to show him the engine on this baby… so where you two going?” You and JJ exchanged looks, he looked nervous to say the wrong thing, which left you with a very important decision to make. And you quickly made your choice.

“Actually, JJ and Kie are taking me on a date,” you tell him, and JJ’s head snapped to look at your father. “Kie, now that’s… that’s JJ’s girlfriend who you like very much, right?” your dad teased, a knowing smile turning the corners of his lips up. JJ’s head snapped back to you, this time with a smirk. “That’s the one. C’mon, JJ, before he ropes you into checking out the Mustang he’s never driven,” you say, trying to lead JJ away. “It’s a 1967, she’s a beaut, and I’m real close to fixin’ her up!” your dad called, JJ almost turned back around, but you kept pushing him forward.

Once you were out of the garage, you saw JJ’s bike parked in the gravel. “C’mere,” JJ said softly. You looked up at him just before he put his helmet on you. “I, uh, I liked that you told the dad the truth…” he added as he fastened the strap beneath your chin. “Well, if this date is successful, he’d find out eventually,” you explain. “Besides, I’m pretty sure he hired you with the intention of marrying me off to you, so…”

JJ chuckled before swinging his leg over his bike. “Hold on tight, cupcake.”

You were grateful for the helmet, it hid your blush as you climbed on behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

JJ took you back to the Chateau, only it looked different. You had heard rumors that there was a hot tub, but you had never seen it for yourself before now. And the big tree in the back year was covered in fairy lights, while Kie sat beside a bonfire; she quickly stood when she heard the rev of JJ’s bike.

JJ helped you off his bike and you two walked over to join Kie, who was struggling to hold back a smile. “Hey… I hope it’s not too much, I wanted it to look nice,” Kie said, vaguely gesturing to the scene behind her. “It’s beautiful… John B doesn’t mind that we’re using his house for our date?” you asked. “Nah, he’s cool with it. Him and Sarah are staying at a hotel over on Figure Eight for the night,” JJ answered. You started to look around, mesmorized by the twinkling of the fairy lights, and your heart swelled knowing Kie and JJ did all this just to make it nice for you.

Kie had made you dinner, a family recipe she claimed. “I just figured you were probably tired of pizza,” she said bashfully when you complimented the taste. The three of you ate together, JJ told you the story of how he and Kie met, then you told Kie about JJ’s first day working for your dad, how he fumbled a battery change because he had never worked on that type of car before. “Y’know, she told her dad she was coming on a date with us,” JJ mentioned. Kie’s eyes widened, her eyes were smiling despite the fact that she was chewing. “You did?” she asked after she swallowed. “Yeah… he’s pretty chill, and I figured… there’s a good chance he’ll be seeing both of you around.” Something about that made Kie blush.

After dinner, JJ was strumming mindlessly on his guitar while you and Kie made s’mores for dessert. “Do you like ‘em golden brown or burnt?” Kie asked, offering to cook yours for you. “Cremated.” Kie’s face scrunched up in disgust as she let out a laugh. You didn’t mind the teasing, you just thought she looked so pretty. Then it occurred to you, this was a date, you didn’t have to hold back. You tucked a piece of hair behind her ear so you could get a better look at her face, then place that hand on her thigh. Her skin felt warm from the fire, at least that’s what you told yourself.

Kie had a proud smile on her face, but her attention stayed on the task at hand: making you a s’more.

Sometime while your attention was on Kie roasting a marshmallow, JJ moved over to sit closer to the two of you, and now you sat between them shoulder to shoulder. “Don’t listen to Kie, burnt is best,” JJ said, making you smile. “You only think that because you’re incapable of not burning a marshmallow,” Kie shot back, just as she brought the on-fire marshmallow up to her lips to blow out, before sticking it right back in the fire, turned slightly.

You felt JJ put his arm around you and you turned your head to look up at him, smiling. His eyes moved between yours, before flickering down to your lips. You thought he looked so beautiful in the light of the fire and twinkling lights.

When Kie finished making your s’more she handed it to you with a smile, a smile that made you feel warm inside. You thanked her before biting it; she had made it perfect. “Oh, hold on,” JJ said, causing you to turn to look at him with wide, unknowing eyes. He held your chin still before licking the corner of your mouth. “Sorry, you had a little something there.”

His eyes once again moved between yours before suddenly he was leaning in again, pressing his lips to yours. “JJ!” Kie scolded. “We said we’d take it slow.”

JJ pulled away, licking his bottom lip. “You’re right, you’re right, I’m sorry. We don’t want to rush things with you.”

You turned back to look at Kie, her eyes were wide with worry, worry that JJ had already scared you off.

“What if… What if I don’t want to take it slow?” you asked, taking Kie by surprise. She looked past you to JJ. “Then I’d say,” JJ spoke up, stealing your attention once again. “It’s the perfect time to get in the hot tub.”

You looked back to Kie, to see what she thought. She looked between you and JJ, then without a word she lifted her shirt over her head. You turned back to JJ, and he was now standing, lifting his shirt over his head, so you followed their lead.

JJ quickly got in first, but Kie waited for you, then held her hand out for you to take as you both got in together. The jets felt good on your back, but Kie’s touch felt better as she trailed her hand up your arm. “Can I kiss you?” you heard yourself ask before you could stop yourself. The question made Kie smile before she scooted even closer to you, her hand now resting on your shoulder. You brought your hand up to her cheek, pulling her closer before pressing your lips to hers.

The kiss very quickly became hungry, but then suddenly Kie pulled away, and before you could even process it, she leaned over to press her lips to JJ. You had noticed their physical intimacy had slowed since all of this started, all the way back in June, but you had to admit now that you you weren’t forcing yourself to look away, you found it hot to watch, and wondered if they felt the same way.

When Kie and JJ pulled away, his eyes, dark and clouded, fell to you next. You felt like you were under a spell as you moved towards him, both his hands coming to cup your cheeks and pull your face towards hims before he pressed his lips to yours. Your hands found his shoulders before sliding down his chest. His lips moved down to kiss your neck, and Kie took advantage of your available lips.

Your whole body was starting to burn from within, and being in the hot tub was becoming too much. “Wanna go… inside?” you mumbled between kisses. Kie pulled away, and so did JJ, and suddenly you were worried you had said the wrong thing. Kie’s eyes were searching yours, but you didn’t know for what. Then JJ stood up, shaking his hair like a wet dog, before holding both his hands out. You took one, while Kie took the other, and the three of you got out slowly, only to practically race each other inside.

The second the bedroom door was closed, someone’s lips were on yours, but you didn’t see whose, and you didn’t really care. “JJ!” Kie’s voice scolded before your kiss ended. “Sorry, he’s always like that. Eager.” “I don’t mind…” you answered honestly, and Kie smiled, before sitting on the bed. “Have you ever done it before?” Kie asked as JJ sat beside her. “Sex? Yeah, I’ve had sex.” “A threesome,” JJ corrected. “Oh! Uh… no actually, have you?”

A proud smile came over JJ’s face. “Well, I don’t mean to brag, but-” “I haven’t either,” Kie quickly interjected. “And I’ve never been with a woman before, so… I’m sorry if I’m bad at it,” she giggled a little, but you could tell she was genuinely insecure. You wanted to make her feel better.

“Well, I’ve been with women before. And I’ve been told I’m a good teacher,” you say softly. Kie’s eyes moved up and down your figure before she nodded. You sat down on the other side of her, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear before lurching forward to press your lips to hers. Her hands moved to rest against your thigh, but they froze there, even as the kiss deepened.

“You can touch me,” you whispered between kisses, then looked to JJ, whose eyes were focused on where you and Kie were connecting. “You can too,” you added before kissing down to Kie’s neck. She let out a soft moan, a sound you never wanted to stop hearing. Kie’s hands hesitantly moved, first sliding up to hold your waist, then to cup your breasts over your bra. To encourage her, you left out a soft sound of approval, and let your hands move down to her thighs, sliding them up slowly.

You felt the weight on the bed shift and dip, and you quickly turned to see JJ sitting on the other side of you. “Don’t let me distract you, baby, keep going,” he said softly. It was all so hot, you had never felt this hungry for touch. As if he could read your mind, JJ’s hand landed on your thigh, and you felt his lips on your shoulder as he watched you mark up his girlfriend, your girlfriend? That was still kind of unclear.

You let your fingers ghost over Kie’s panties, then softly rubbed her through them, you could feel how wet she was when you pushed down, and fuck it turned you on. You felt JJ’s finger slide over the back of your bra strap, so you spare him another look to give him a nod, telling him he could take it off, and he did, helping you slide the straps down your arm. When Kie saw this, she reached behind her back to take off her own bra.

“Can you lay back for me, sweetheart?” you practically cooed in Kie’s ear, and she eagerly nodded, scooting back a bit before laying down, and immediately you straddled her lap, your lips returned to her neck, but this time you kissed down her chest before licking the bud of her nipple, then taking it into your mouth while your hand palmed her other breast.

The sounds that fell from her were heavenly, little whines of pleasure, wordlessly begging for more. You kissed further down her stomach, until you reached the hem of her panties. “Can I take these off?” you asked, slightly out of breath from your own excitement.

Kie nodded fervently, “Yes, please. Need you there.”

Who were you to deny her when she asked so nicely? You slowly peeled them down, guiding them down her legs until they hit the floor. You felt her move and looked up to see JJ now stood beside her, as she started pulling his boxers down. You had looked up just in time to watch his hard cock spring free, and the sight of Kie taking him into her mouth made your mouth water.

You bit your lip, watching the scene in front of you, before pushing Kie’s thighs apart to kiss up them. Right before you reached her core, you looked up through your eyelashes and found JJ’s eyes on you, so you kept your eyes on his as your tongue slid through Kie’s folds. Even with a dick in her mouth, the moan she let out was loud, which made JJ let out a groan as he fought to keep his eyes open and on you.

You let your tongue move up and down a few times before sliding it into her tight hole, and her head fell back, her hand coming up to stroke JJ’s dick while she regained her composure. “Fuck, that feels so good…” Kie said softly, giving your ego a stroke.

You wrapped your lips around her clit and sucked, very slightly moving your head, and you slid one finger, then a second into her. You stared in amazement at where your fingers disappeared, and how she clenched around you, and you were jealous for just a moment of JJ for having a dick.

“She making you feel good, mamas?” JJ asked softly, running a hand through Kie’s hair. Your eyes moved to look at her as she nodded, only capable of making soft moans. “We should be making her feel good, too, don’t you think?” Again Kie just nodded. JJ looked back at you with a smirk, before he moved, disappearing from your sight which allowed you to give your full attention to Kie.

That is until you felt his lips on your shoulder, and slowly move down your back. “Whaddya say, sweet girl? Can I have a taste?” JJ asked. You didn’t want to stop what you were doing, so you looked up to Kie and nodded. “She says yes,” Kie answered for you. You felt JJ’s big hands hold the back of your thighs, just before you felt him move your panties aside, his tongue licking a stripe from your clit to your entrance, pulling a moan from you that sent vibrations straight to Kie’s core. It felt like a fucked up version of the telephone game.

“God, you’re so fucking wet, y/n,” JJ grunted, as his hand came down on your ass with a slap, his fingers kneeding the flesh. “Got this turned on just from eating our girlfriend out?”

Oh. You thought. I guess it’s not unclear.

JJ’s tongue slid into your pussy as he tried to lap up the juices of your arousal, then his tongue moved to doing circles around your clit, then to flicking the bud with his tongue before his lips wrapped around it.

Fuck he was good at that. But you couldn’t let him distract you, not when you could feel how close Kie was. You starting pumping your fingers faster, then slowly added a third finger, switching back to using your tongue on her clit.

“Close, close, fuck!” Kie panted out. You couldn’t help but think she looked angelic with her hair all messy on the pillow, her lidded eyes still so big and eager with a slight pout on her lips. Hearing those words spurred you on, your tongue laying flat to curl up to lap up her juices, but then you felt JJ’s hands grip your hips tighter as he pulled you back to his mouth, vying for your attention.

With your free hand you reached up to massage her breast, your fingers gently pinching and playing with her nipple, before her hand came down to tangle in your hair, her thighs trying to squeeze together as her breathing picked up, signalling her orgasm.

You slowed your movement, but didn’t stop as she came down from her high, her chest rising and falling with her quick breaths. “Come here, y/n,” Kie breathed out as she slowly sat up. You sat up, eyebrows furrowed in confusion by what she meant, but you obeyed nonetheless.

Kie’s hands cupped your cheeks as she pressed a kiss to your lips, and it dawned on you that that was the first time she kissed you. “Jayj, you too,” Kie said between kisses. You felt the part of the bed beside you dip down, just before Kie pulled back. You looked over to JJ, and without thinking, leaned over and pulled him down to kiss you.

JJ’s hands immediately found something to hold onto, one on the back of your head to keep you against him, and the other on your thigh, his thumb making small circles, inching closer and closer to your core.

“JJ’s gonna fuck you now, okay?” Kie asked, and hearing it took you by surprise so you pulled away, but JJ’s lips kissed down your jaw to your neck. Once you processed the words, and thought about it for a moment, you nodded, and she smiled, going in for another quick kiss. When you two pulled away, she guided you to lay back against her, your head leaning against her shoulder.

JJ’s hand slid down your stomach to your underwear, and after you gave him the nod of approval, he pulled them down. JJ used his thumb to spread you open and get a good look, which would have made you feel bashful if Kie wasn’t currently playing with your hard nipples. Her breath hitting your ear was turning you on, which was something new for you.

JJ slid his fingers through your folds, collecting the juices before coating his dick with them. When JJ leaned down, he first pressed a kiss to Kie’s lips, then yours as his hands opened your legs for him. You felt him line up at your entrance, before slowly his tip slid into you, making you gasp.

You weren’t a virgin by any means, but you had been honest when you told Kie and Sarah you had mostly dated girls, it had been a while since you had been with a man.

“JJ’s kinda big, he’s gotta go slow, baby,” Kie whispered in your ear as she continued palming your breasts.

Kinda was an understatement, JJ had at least two inches on the guys you’d been with previously.

“She can take it, baby, I know she can,” JJ praised, slowly sliding in more. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, princess, you feel so good.”

Hearing JJ’s praises spurred you on, you wanted to make him proud. “Please, J, more, I can take it,”

JJ smirked, “See, Kie, told ya.”

Your head fell back on her shoulder as you started to feel the stretch. “You’re doing so good, baby,” Kie’s soft voice encouraged you, and you felt her press a kiss to the side of your head. God, if threesomes always felt this good, you’d never turn one down again.

That’s when it really hit you: this wasn’t just a threesome, this was your first time with your new girlfriend, and your new boyfriend.

When JJ finally bottomed out, you let out a soft whine, turning your head and puckering your lips. The sight made Kie smile before she kissed you, one of her hands cupping her cheek while the other slid down your body to play with your sensitive bud.

You couldn’t stop the moans from falling from your lips as JJ started moving his hips, starting off slow but picking up speed.

“You look so fucking hot right now, y/n,” Kie mumbled against your skin, her lips moving to kiss the shell of your ear.

“Both of you look so fucking hot- fuck I could cum now,” JJ panted his hand sliding up your body to give your breasts attention since Kie was preoccupied with your clit.

You had only had one previous sexual partner able to get you to climax, and even when you were by yourself, it took at least half an hour to get there, but this, this was an entirely new sensation, one that was getting you closer and closer after only just starting.

“Fuck, you gonna cum on my cock? I can feel ya squeezin’ the shit outta me,” JJ said softly, his southern accent coming out thicker.

“I wanna see you cum on his dick,” Kie whispered in your ear, and it was what sent you over the edge, a high pitched whine leaving your lips as your body went limp in Kie’s arms.

“Shit- Fuck!” JJ exclaimed before you felt him pull out, fisting his cock until his cum shot out on your chest. Your mind was still hazy from your orgasm, but you felt a sense of pride in knowing you made him cum. “I’m sorry- I didn’t have time- to ask where- to cum,” JJ pant outed between breaths.

“‘S okay,” you mumbled.

“I think she liked it, Jayj,” Kie spoke up, before leaning forward to wipe your chest with her finger, licking the cum clean off. “You want a taste?”

You didn’t even think, just nodded, and Kie wiped the rest off your chest before sliding her finger past your lips. You hollowed your cheeks and kept your eyes on hers while you sucked it clean.

“Fuuuuuck,” JJ breathed out, running a hand through his hair. The second Kie’s finger retracted from your mouth, JJ turned your chin to make you look at him before he pressed his lips to yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth.

“You took him so well, baby, made us proud,” Kie praised, leaning over to kiss your neck. God you swore you could’ve melted right then and there.

“I’m so fucking glad we played truth or dare,” JJ said after you two pulled away, making you giggle.

“Think John B’s gonna be mad we fucked in his bed?” you asked. “Considering I told him we were using the chateau for a movie night, we could just wash the sheets and not say anything,” JJ replied. “Yeah they don’t need to know where we fucked, just that y/n’s our girlfriend now,” Kie added, and the words fell so easily for her, the simple action made your heart swell.

JJ could be grateful that he suggested the game of truth or dare, but you were grateful you told your dad to hire him.

#jj #outer banks fanfiction #jj maybank #kie #outer banks #jj maybank x reader #kie carrera x reader #kiara carrera #kie carrera #kiara carerra x reader #jj x reader x kie #poly!pogues #poly!jiara

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yuukimiyas · 9 months

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HAPPY NEW YR BBYS!! ᜊ꒰ ᜊ ´ ˘꒱ ੭♡ hehee i woke up to a first sketch for one of my comms & i am so giggly & blushy ab it!!! ૮꒰ྀི ∩៸៸៸∩ ‎꒱ྀིა i just know today is gonna be so so great!!! :3 i hope the first day to your new yr is amazing!! <33 MWAH!!!

#ᕱ⑅ᕱ.* journals!#I CANT WAIT TO SHOW YOU GUYS OMG !!!!! (੭ु ›ω‹ )੭ु⁾⁾♡ okie okie i promise i’ll stop squeakin ab it now!!! im just so EXCITED!!!!!!#i slept like a ROCK!!!! even tho i passed out at like 2 & woke up at 9 lmaosksk im feelin so v good!! <33 #i hope this nice feeling continues to follow me all throughout today!! ໒꒰ྀིㅅ´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა #i dont think i have any plans today so i’ll probs be in & out here all day!! :3 i am givin you 1 million good luck smooches to start ur yr!

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fortunapre · 19 days

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𝐀/𝐍: yes. Im aware its been more than 20 days... 𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐥, 𝐚𝐥𝐫? 𝐀 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 ma𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚y i𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰orld 𝐬𝐨𝐦ehow 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤..

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𖧞 16+ only for language and some mature jokes, nothing caliente, use of Y/n, mention of a sister (part of the plot), swearing

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𖧞 oscar piastri x fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𖧞 (scene v) 2.9k

did i have to watch hours worth of edits to get motivated? yes. yes i did. Im not ashamed.

Go back? Or need a refresher? (scene iii) here

Go back? Or need a refresher? (scene iv) here

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬 𖧞 scene v 𖧞 (𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤)

Saturday, December 15th

Ever since we were young, it’s been me and my siblings against the world. Our close ages made us closer than I was with any of my school friends. So, between us… secrets were limited. Any time one of us had heard a rumor or nasty gossip about a teacher, the drama was immediately shared between the 3 of us.

I think that’s why this is so difficult.

I mean… yeah. I lied to her but technically it was a lie by omission.

In books, though, lying by omission always seems to be the worst kind.

3 days ago, when my sister walked in on Oscar and I’s almost-fornication-position, she panicked and ran. Which makes sense because, honestly, if I saw either of my siblings in the same circumstance I’d bury myself in the snow outside.

Especially my brother. Just… eeugh…..

Anyways, for the past couple days, the cabin has just been filled with tense movements and glares. I haven’t spoken to Oscar, because I’m too worried about what my sister thinks and what she might say if she saw anything again. My sister has been refusing to make eye contact with me as well.

So, basically, the past few days have been boring to say the least. Anytime I want to leave the cabin and ask “does anybody wanna come with,” everyone either grumbled, shrugged or had a valid excuse.

Frankly, I’ve had enough.

Right now, I'm stood in front of the door waiting to leave. I’ve adorned my favorite fuzzy coat and boots along with warm layers to not catch a cold. I had a hand on my hip and was tapping my right foot on the hardwood floor- indicating I'm getting impatient. I was tapping for about a minute when I realized my stance was similar to those in a cartoon or a cringey Hallmark character and immediately stopped. Now, I'm just standing still, fiddling with the zipper of my jacket and looking around the room.

Safe to say, I’m not one for standing still. However, the reason I stood, waiting in front of the door is because for some miraculous reason, my sister agreed to head into town with me. I practically jumped when she agreed and now, because of how rushed I was to finally get some alone time with her, I'm waiting impatiently for her to finish getting ready.

“Are you almost ready!?!” I yelled throughout the cabin. At first I didn’t hear anything, but then I caught the smallest sound of feet traveling down the stairs. Now walking towards me and the door, finally, was my sister, all bundled up in cute but effective winter wear. She showed a tight smile (which, coming from her, means she's not actually excited) and walked out the door. I followed her into the cold and started towards the car.

The car ride was deadly silent the whole way into town. To try and ease the tension, I tried to wiggle my phone from my back pocket and fumbled with it, trying to play music. However, driving while looking at my phone was incredibly difficult and not to mention dangerous. My sister caught on to my struggle and instead of watching me, she took my phone and started to play music for me.

“Thanks.” I said shortly. Now that there was music playing, the ride wasn’t quiet but the tension never left. ‘Us.’ by Gracie Abrams started playing throughout the car.

I was driving slowly through downtown, towards main street, where all of the stores and boutiques were located. I parked- parallel parked, by the way, because yeah, I can do that- and turned off the car.

we both started unbuckling our seatbelts, ready to go, but before we got out of the car, I panicked and locked the door, therefore locking my sister in.

“Y/n. C’mon, I want to go shopping.” My sister tried to act playful but I could tell that her emotion was all for show; she’s trying to hide how hurt she feels that I lied to her.

“No.” I answered. She replaced her playful expression with a concerned look. She stopped reaching for the door and instead turned towards me fully.

“What? What’s going on?” She asked innocently.

“You tell me.”

She just stared at me first. Then she tried convincing me that there’s nothing wrong and I’m overthinking her actions, but I know her more than she gives me credit for.

All I did was raise my eyebrows and give her a look that said ‘ I know your lying.’ Sometimes, as an older sister, all it takes is one look…

She sighed and started to speak. “Y/n…. It’s just that it was extremely weird for me, I mean borderline-traumatic, puke-inducing, tattletale-worthy…” she just kept talking. “... god, I mean im surprised i didn’t hear Ellie Goulding playing her Fifty-shades of Gray soundtrack-”

…and they crack.

“Woah! Hey, nothing like that was even close to happening! Now your reaching…” I was lying to myself. “It was just a heat of the moment thing and I get it was weird for you… and, yeah, it was weird for me too! I mean, my little sister walked in on me-”

“Basically fucki-” My sister tried to finish my sentence.

“Hey! No…” I scolded trying to convince her otherwise. “We were not. I just…”

Believe it or not, it’s hard to describe to your sister the details in which you were practically grinding on your supposed enemy without making the conversation even weirder.

“Just…?” She looked expectant as she asked.

“Just… making out.” I replied while shrugging one shoulder. “Yeah, I just kissed him, alright? And, maybe it got heated, but trust me it didn't mean anything. I'm sure it was just hate-tension that needed to be relieved. And now that me and him are…”

“Relieved?” She looked at me with an amused expression, obviously feeding off of my awkwardness.

“Yeah. Now that we’re relieved of that tension, nothing like that will ever happen again…” I trailed off my words and looked past the windshield, away from my sister’s glare and into the busy street.

“Y/n?” My sister asked from beside me. She tilted her head to try and break my eye contact with my lap. Her movement caught my eye and I broke out of my short trance to look at her. She had a genuine smile on her face, something I’ve been missing. “Are you trying to convince me or yourself?”

As we walked through the town square, Christmas desserts and holiday clothing grabbed our attention in decorated window displays. The cold was barely tickling my nose and feet to where I noticed the drop in temperature, but could still stay outside for a bit longer. I wanted to stay here, window shopping with my sister, but one look at her and I could tell she was on the verge of shattering like ice.

The rest of the trip was nice and genuine as we shared steaming cups of cocoa, and bought presents for people at the house. I was happy to be back on good terms with my sister again, but one thing still stuck in the back of my mind.

If I hadn’t mentioned it before, my sister is the encyclopedia-antonym of “subtle.” So, I'm worried about how she’s going to act once we get back to the cabin now that she seems to be back to her talkative mood. More specifically, how she’s going to act around Oscar.

We walked through the door of our holiday home and were met with the smell of pumpkin spice. There was new decor hanging around the entryway that looked to be both old and new. Our trek through the entryway consisted of dodging tubs of tinsel, to walking under a ladder holding my mom up.

“Oh, hello girls!” My mom said with more pep than usual. “Be honest, is it looking a bit more festive?” Her smile made her eyes crinkle with warmth and I couldn’t help but nod.

“Yes, mom. It looks gorgeous” I answered and continued walking until I set my bags on the kitchen island.

From the corner of my eye I saw a familiar shape walk into the living room. I didn’t turn to look at him and instead kept my focus on unpacking the shopping bag I’d brought in. Next to me, my sister followed my actions and started to unwrap something in brown paper to show my mother.

Socks… an ornament…a wool sweater…

I continued unpacking until everything I had bought was out on the counter. I admired what I’d gotten and the deals I scored. I turned around with the intention of also showing my mom my collection, but my eyesight was interrupted by someone in a dark blue hoodie. I could immediately tell who it was by the obvious ‘OP81’ printed near his left shoulder.

When I looked at him, he had an amused smirk. He made a show of folding his arms and nodding as his eyes went over everything I’d bought. “Didn’t know you went shopping.” Is all he said.

“I went with my sister.” I answered back. He was still looking over my shoulder at the counter. I raised one eyebrow at his interest. “What? See something you like?”

His eyes moved from the counter and met mine.

“Actually…”Oscar never got to finish his sentence because in less than a second, my sister quite literally shoved him away.

“Oh my Gosh! Y/N, I’m actually so happy you got that sweater! It’ll look so good on you. Trust.” She grabbed both of my hands and held them in between us, completely ignoring Oscar's presence. I let a small smile show at my sister’s attempt make Oscar feel ignored.

“Really? Because I was worried it had grandma-vibes…” I played along and told my sister as I looked back to the clothing she was referencing.

A voice from next to us started speaking instead: “Actually, now that you mention it, I think I’ve seen that sweater on Golden Girls. Yup, I remember, I believe it was Sophia who wore it…” Oscar intervened with his unnecessary humor like always.

“Oscar… I don’t believe either Y/n or I asked for your opinion.” Snap. My sister retorted with speed and pulled me away up to her room where she could speak freely.

“Jesus, y/n.” she said under her breath as she walked into her room.

I thought she was getting angry at me again. “What? What did i do now?”

“YOU haven’t done anything, I'm just trying to get my head straight. Actually, maybe I need glasses because I’ve been bliiinnnnddd.” She plopped on her bed while I stood by the door.

“Wait, what? Why?” I was confused with where she was going with this.

She just laughed at first but then she saw my concerned look. “You’re joking.” she sat up straight and looked at me with her eyebrows basically becoming a part of her hairline.

“Uh, no, I'm afraid not…”

“Y/n.”

“What?!”

“God, you’re serious! You mean you didn't just notice the flaming hot tension literally radiating off of Oscar just now?”

“No. Should I have?”

“YES!” her eyes widened as she spoke. “I swear his testosterone levels spiked as soon as you walked into the kitchen. That boy is just itching to get you back to his room to finish what he-”

“Whoa! That’s overdramatic.”

“Ok, maybe, but you get the point.” She looked at me with a look that showed she was expecting me to say something. Instead of answering or denying, I just rolled my eyes.

Once she saw I was still not understanding, she let out a dramatic huff and laid back on her bed in a starfish position. She relaxed with her eyes closed and arms spread out. Maybe a minute later, she peeked from her closed eyes to look at me and smile. I smiled back and shook my head at her ridiculousness.

Just as I was debating either jumping on top of her or laying next to her, there was a knock on her door. Whoever was on the other side didn’t bother waiting for an answer and began to creak the door open.

Oscar’s head popped into the room and at his surpise presence, my sister’s smile dropped. She shot back up with insane speed and began walking to the door, no doubt about to slam it on his face. Before she could push him out, he tried talking.

“Wait! I just want to say something” he said, slipping the rest of the way into the room before my sister had her chance to decapitate him via the door.

She backed away and stood next to me with a hand on her hip and an unimpressed face.

“Ok,” is all she said. When Oscar just stood, looking between the two of us, my sister spoke again, this time with a sharp edge. “I said speak! you do know how to do that, right? Oh, wait. Maybe your trainer only taught you ‘sit’ and ‘fetch.’” her voice had a sickly sweet tone as she spoke, making even me embarrassed.

“I can talk.” His eyebrows furrowed at her rude remark. “And i would have but you started talking right as I was about to say-”

“What?” she interrupted. “That you’re sorry for ravaging my sister, or sorry you were caught?”

My mouth practically dropped to the floor at my sister. She’s on a roll with torturing Oscar and I’m not sure I could stop her if I tried.

“Ok, first of all, there was no ‘Ravaging'” He spoke quickly, using air-quotes around ‘ravaging.’ “And second of all, I came to tell you guys that your mom wants your help with decorating the lounge room.”

My sister stopped immediately. Instead of feeling embarrassed by her words, she smiled. I’m guessing she knew what Oscar meant to say, but wanted to tease him anyway. She smiled and walked out of the door, past Oscar.

Oscar watched her leave, and I’m sure my sister made some vicious hand signals at him where I couldn’t see, because his face paled. He looked back into the room with an expression of worry.

“I think I’m afraid of your sister. No scratch that, I know. She scares the shit out of me.” He said the last part quieter. Oscar kept looking at the door then to me, like he was making sure she wasn’t hiding around the corner, ready to pounce.

I laughed lightly and looked down at my shoes, suddenly feeling awkward. I haven’t been alone anywhere with Oscar since… well, since you know what.

Before a tinge of red could reach my neck, I shook the memory out of my mind and stopped acting nervous. I don’t even know why it was affecting me so much.

I looked up to a smirking Oscar. Once I made eye contact with him, he spoke. “You good? You kind of spaced out for a bit.”

I rolled my eyes and folded my arms. “Peachy. Just have something on my mind.”

“Is it me? Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?” He teased and took a step closer, making my face heat up.

His steps closer made me nervous and annoyed so i did what i do best:

“Go take a shower, Piastri. You reek of desperation.” I teased him, my words laced with simmering anger.

“Care to join me?” He shot back, grinning.

I scoffed and looked away from him. “In your dreams.”

“Trust me, doll. If that was the case i’d be sleeping all day.” He said this with his consistent grin but the words didn’t seem as hard hitting as usual.

Like he was being hesitant, maybe? I raised my eyebrows and laughed with a teasing undertone.

“Liar.” I confidently called.

He looked amused by it and tilted his head, looking me up and down. He didn’t say anything but his gaze held all of the words he needed.

Before either of us spoke again, my mom called my name. I forgot she asked for both me and my sister, and I’d just been in here, bantering with Oscar. At the sound of my mother’s words, Oscar snapped his gaze back to my face. He made a show of extending his hand like a host towards the doorway, letting me walk. I followed his motion, but before I made it through the doorway, he stuck his foot out. I jumped right before his foot caught mine, saving myself from tripping.

“Oscar, I’m not sure you comprehend things the same as normal people but 4th grade was a decade ago. No need to trip girls to flirt with them.” I joked.

He ground his jaw then poked his tongue into his cheek- a tell that I got to him.

He followed me back out to the lounge room. I stopped in front of my mother and a bucket of decor, Oscar kept walking past me into the kitchen. His shoulder grazed mine, almost like he was going to shove me but noticed my mother watching.

When I looked at my mom and sister, my expression loosened and I raised my eyebrows.

“Well? Let’s get to decorating.” I said, grabbing a knotted bundle of tinsel and ornaments.

Next part ( scene vi) CLICK HEREEEEE

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leaentries · 1 year

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too young for this | mark estapa

summary: when one night guarantees forever.

warnings: accidental pregnancy, swearing, angsty themes, smut, p in v, unprotected sex

wc: 3.1k

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One time. That's all it took.

You had never been one to go to parties, but your friends decided that you just needed to go. Having been cooped up for the past week after your complete douchebag of an ex dumped you over text.

What an ass.

You and Richie had been together for two years. Two fucking years and all it took was a quick swipe of his thumbs to end it. It happened on a random tuesday, you had just left your anatomy lab when you felt your phone ding. You looked down smiling as you saw his familiar name pop up. Your smile fell immediately as tears began to make your vision blurry. Even with slightly impaired sight, you could still make out the three words he amounted to in your relationship.

Rich<3: we are done.

So it's safe to say you haven't been the jolliest the past week. Maybe a party is what you need to bounce back. Staring at the ceiling of your dorm, you contemplated your options. Ultimately, you decided to give in to the relentless begging of your best friends. Besides, your slutty outfits were practically screaming at you to put them on. Afterall, Richie never showed you off, so you might as well do it yourself.

Peeling on the familiar top and bottoms, you couldn't help but smirk as you passed your bathroom mirror. For the first time in over a week, you actually felt like yourself. The you before Richie. Overcome with newfound confidence, you quickly sent a text to your groupchat.

You: im ready babes! meet me outside?

Jamie: oooo yesss girl! me and alice are walking out now!

Lydia: yall wait for me! i'm just touching up my hair. i'll be out in 5

Alice: btw we are so getting you dicked down tn y/n/n

Rolling your eyes at the last text, you grabbed your bag and headed out to meet your friends. Lydia ended up taking longer than 5 minutes, causing you and your friends to have to sprint to catch the last campus bus. Living across campus really sucked sometimes.

As you searched for empty seats on the bus, you felt your phone vibrate from your bag.

Mark: hey y/n! alice told me youre coming to the party tonight?

You: hi marky

You: yes i am! im on my way with the girls now

Mark: great

Mark: ill be waiting for you 🫣

Mark had always been one of your closest friends. You two met in your mutual college management class freshman year. Alice sat next to you and the three of you quickly became very close. Richie seemed to have a major problem with Mark early on in your relationship. Of course Mark being Mark, he didn't give a shit what your bitchy boyfriend thought of him. To be honest, Mark never liked Richie. So when you called him in tears that dreary tuesday afternoon, Mark was ready to practically murder him.

The squealing of the bus breaks snapped you out of your phone. You put your bag over your shoulder, grabbing onto Jamie as she passed you. You and your friends made a short walk from the bus to the house. The music was blaring loudly, as people were spread far and wide around the property. A few different games were scattered about, a group of guys yelling in distress as they were clearly losing their cornhole game.

You pulled out your phone, sending a text to Mark letting him know you were there. Within seconds, you saw the large boy make his way out onto the front porch. His arms immediately wrapped around you as you ascended the steps.

“ ‘m so glad you’re here y/n/n” his voice was muffled in your hair.

You smiled at the feeling of your full body being engulfed by him. Letting you go, Mark’s hand slipped down into your own.

“I am so so sorry girls, but I’m gonna have to take y/n with me.” Your friends giggled amongst themselves, causing you to send a confused look their way.

“Oh no worries, Mark! I hope you have a fun time!” Alice replied, overly excited.

Fun time? Deciding not to think much about it, you let yourself be guided by Mark’s muscular frame. Even in just a plain t-shirt his tense, thick muscles never failed to show through. Mark turned his head slightly, looking over his shoulder to check on you. You sent him a quick smile in return. He managed to weave his way through the dense crowd and into the kitchen, where a few of his roommates were. He entered the kitchen, never letting go of your hand.

Luke and Ethan greeted Mark quickly, enthralled by the view of the football game from the tv. Upon noticing you by Mark’s side, they both sent suggestive smirks towards the two of you. Confused by this for the second time, you turned to Mark. Tilting your head up to meet his eyes, not failing to notice the light blush that took over his feature.

“Why are all our friends acting weird?” You said in a low voice, so only Mark could hear you.

“W-What do you mean?” He chuckled nervously, “I think they are acting just fine.” Giving him a slight glare, you rolled your eyes, turning away from him slightly. Your gaze fell on the crowd, seeing many familiar faces in the dancing group. Although, your cheerful attitude quickly diminished as you caught sight of a certain brunette. Mark noticed the change almost immediately, turning to follow your stare. Richie was just off to the side of the main group. Typically, it wasn’t new to find him at these parties, but what was new was the blonde he had his tongue shoved in.

A lump formed in your throat. You forced yourself to look away, the pain from the past week hitting you like a freight train.

Mark's jaw ticked, his hand gripped yours tighter. He looked down at you “Do you want to leave, pretty girl?” His voice was soft, a stark contrast from his burning eyes. Taking a deep breath, you shook your head no. You were not gonna let Richie control you, he doesn’t deserve that power anymore.

“I want to dance. Come dance with me, Marky.” Mark was surprised by your request, but led you to the dance floor regardless.

Heat gripped your body like a vice, making you aware of how little clothes you were wearing. You let your body press up against Mark, arms reaching to wrap around his neck. Mark found his hand gripping your full hips, pulling them to meet his own. You leaned your face up, only to practically be touching noses with Mark.

The air felt thick around you two. Moving your hips against his, Mark held back a groan.

“Got to be careful, pretty girl. Don’t want you to start something you’ll regret.” Mark’s chest pressed closer into your round breasts. Mark could feel himself grow stiff in his shorts at the feeling. Swallowing harshly, you met his gaze. You gently pulled his ear down to your lips.

“I could never regret you, Mark.”

Richie was long forgotten as Mark gripped your wrist tightly, dragging you up the stairs. He took you to his room, closing the door forcefully, not forgetting to lock it. Mark’s chest heaved, almost like he was out of breath. He pinned you to the back of the door, bringing his forehead to rest on yours.

“You gotta tell me to stop, baby.” He whimpered into your lips. Throwing all caution to the wind, you pressed your lips against his, hard. A moan escaped your lips at the force of the kiss. Mark’s hands began to grip every part of your body he could reach. He wanted you, all of you. He cradled your face, turning your body before walking you towards the bed. The back of your legs hit the mattress, as Mark reached down to grip your plushy thighs. He sat you on the bed, beginning to trail kisses down your jaw.

His right hand traced from your thigh, over the expanse of your torso, taking time to tease the valley between your breasts. His calloused fingers took place around your throat, squeezing slightly. The lack of oxygen sent your brain into a frenzy. Your hips bucked up into his, grinding against his thick cock. He placed his other hand on your hip to keep you in place.

“You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this, pretty girl.” He mumbled into your neck. “How bad I need you.”

He smashed his lips into yours once again. The kiss was desperate and sloppy, showing the amount of pure need and want between you two. Mark shoved his tongue into your welcoming mouth, seeking its warmth.

You were becoming restless, the ache in your core increasing with every push and pull of Mark’s hips.

“Please Marky,” you whined, “Want you, fuck, want you so bad.” Your breath hitched as Mark changed the angle of his hips. His cock was pressing deliciously into your throbbing clit.

“Okay, okay, pretty girl.” Mark pulled away, taking his warm body with him. A small whine began to leave your mouth, but was cut short when he hooked his finger around your shorts.

He dragged your panties and shorts down in one go, too impatient to wait. Your hands traced down his toned front, tugging on his own shorts. Once the both of you had eagerly removed the remaining clothing, Mark had begun to line up his cock with your entrance, teasingly dragging his tip along your slit. “Oh fuck, Mark please don’t tease.”

Mark smirked at your pathetic voice.

He began to ease his heavy cock into your core. You moaned loudly at the stretch. “Fuck me!” You bit your lip in an attempt to keep your voice down. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I plan to.” Mark pushed the rest of the way in, releasing a breathy moan at the feeling. He dropped his forehead on yours, giving you a moment to adjust to his size.

Mark was admittedly the biggest you’ve had, much bigger than Richie. Reaching spots you never knew existed. “I won’t move until you tell me, baby.” The notion was small but you couldn’t help the warmth that spread through your chest.

Nodding your head, “I’m good, Marky. You can move.” At this, Mark began to slowly drag his cock out of your pussy, till just his tip remained inside. He paused for a moment before plunging back in, setting a ruthless pace.

Your moans echoed through the room, Mark’s headboard slamming against the wall. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Mark groaned. "I could be a better boyfriend than he ever was." His hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises the next morning. You threw your arms around his body, nails scraping down the wide plain of his back. Angry red trails lined the hard muscle. You dug your teeth into Mark’s shoulder as his pace increased ever so slightly.

“ ‘m not gonna last, pretty girl.” Mark squeezed his eyes shut, in an attempt to hold off his orgasm. The sound of your moans in his ears made it almost impossible. He brought one of his hands from your hip to rub harsh circles on your clit.

With the added stimulation, you felt your core tighten impossibly fast. “Shit, Mark. ‘m gonna cum,” you panted, “fuck, gonna cum all over your big cock.” Your orgasm hit like a tidal wave.

Searing pleasure overcame your senses, your walls pulsating rapidly around Mark’s dick. Mark felt himself lose all control, releasing into your warm pussy. His body stilled as he came, a loud groan ripping through his throat. He collapsed on top of you. You laid with Mark’s head in the crook of your neck and your hand playing with his hair. As the two of you basked in post-orgam bliss, you felt a wave of drowsiness hit you. A loud yawn escapes your mouth.

Mark lifted his head to look into your eyes, “You tired, pretty girl?” You nodded slightly. He felt his heart soften at your droopy eyelids and pouty, swollen lips. “You are so fucking beautiful.” Your eyes widened at his sudden confession. You hid your face behind your hands, becoming bashful like he wasn’t just balls deep inside of you.

Mark chuckled, placing a gentle kiss to the back of both hands. “C’mon lets get cleaned up, baby.” He slowly pulled his, now softening, cock out and pulled on some boxers. He walked into his bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. Mark gently began to clean around your sore opening. Once he finished and put away the cloth, he gave you one of his t-shirts to wear.

One of the things you loved about Mark was how big he is. Even if people consider you “bigger,” his shirts still fit you oversized. You took the shirt from his hands, pulling it over your head. Mark motioned for you to scoot over, allowing him to lay down. He pulled your body on top of his, almost immediately closing his eyes.

“Goodnight, pretty girl.” You smiled as you laid your head on his chest, “Goodnight, Marky.”

❥.

The following week went by in a blur. You were able to hide the fact that you and Mark hooked up from most of your friends, other than Ethan. That little shit did not hesitate to chirp you both the next morning. Although you and Mark are “seeing” each other, you haven't made anything official. But you didn’t feel pressured either. Everything had been going smoothly, you continued with your normal everyday routines, except for the part where you have been staying with Mark every night.

Your roommate, luckily, has been out of town for the past two weeks. So you have been able to remain inconspicuous thus far. Being with Mark was so easy, so genuine. You wondered how you ever even ended up with your ex when Mark was there the whole time. But alas, everything good always comes to an end.

Your alarm went off as per usual, Mark’s arm gripped your body tighter to his, “Don’t go.” He whined. You turned your body to face him, taking time to study his tired features. Even with sleep clouding his eyes, he still managed to look as handsome as ever. You hit snooze on your alarm, deciding that your writing class can suck it.

You closed your eyes, basking in the morning bliss with Mark, but before long, you found yourself pushing out of bed making a b-line for the bathroom. You kneeled down in front of the toilet, before emptying the contents of your stomach. You heard footsteps hurriedly follow behind you, as a hand came to hold back your hair.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Let it out.” Mark soothed, using his other hand to rub your back.

Once you had finished, you slouched back. Your body became overly weak after the energy it took to expel your dinner. Mark sat next to you, letting you lean up against him. He brought a hand to your forehead, feeling for a temperature. His eyebrow furrowed, “You don’t feel hot.” He looked down at your face, to find your eyes closed. His chest hurt at the sight of you so weak. He gently helped you up, putting you back in bed. “I’m gonna skip class to take care of you. okay, baby?” He pulled the comforter over your shaking body. You shook your head in protest. Although in your state, it wasn’t as much of an effort as you thought.

Mark went downstairs quietly, as most of the house was still asleep. When he returned he brought a glass of water and a cold rag. “Apparently, we do not have any medicine. I guess Luke used the rest of it last time he was sick. I am gonna go and pick up some more, will you be okay here?” Mark couldn’t hide the worry laced in his tone. You gave him a weak smile and a small “thank you.” He leaned down to place a soft kiss on your forehead, before slipping on a hoodie and making his way to the store.

Laying in the peaceful room, your slumber was interrupted by the sound of your alarm. Hitting snooze became your worst enemy. As you turned on your phone to exit the alarm, you saw a notification from your period app. You tapped it, opening the calendar. Panic took over your body.

Period late for 8 days

You quickly sat up, thinking of what to do. There was no way you could be pregnant. It was impossible. Denial flooded your mind, until flashbacks to the night of the party tore through the facade. You needed to take a test, asap. Knowing you couldn’t go to the store, since Mark was there, you did the next best thing. You called Jamie.

You knew for a fact Jamie kept emergency pregnancy tests in her dorm. Girl has her priorities. Jamie raced to the house as fast as she could, not believing what you said over the phone. You told her just to walk in and come to Mark’s room since everyone was still sleeping.

You sat on the bed, stressing out, when the bedroom door opened. Your eyes darted up and your breath hitched. Jamie's head poked around, your body relaxed. Jamie looked at you expectedly. You let out a sigh, ‘Look, it just happened.” She rolled her eyes, “You just happened to fall on Mark’s dick?”

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, it just all happened so fast and we didn’t want to ruin anything. But it might not even matter at this point, because I might be fucking pregant.” Your eyes began to well, the thought of losing Mark was too much to bear. Jamie came up and wrapped her arms around you. “Don’t apologize, here,” She handed you the test, “Go take it and we can go from there,” Taking the test in your hand, you walked into the bathroom.

After doing your business and peeing on the stick, you put the cap back on and set it on the counter. You set a timer for 3 minutes. You slowly sank to the floor. Never in your life has three minutes seemed so slow. Your phone finally went off, causing you to abruptly stand up, slightly losing your balance in the process.

You stared at the test, “Well? What does it say?” Jamies asked through the door. Your eyes remained on the test.

Pregnant 1-2 weeks

Well, fuck.

#mark estapa x reader #mark estapa #mark estapa x chubby!reader #too young for this m.e #umich x reader #umich hockey x chubby!reader #umich hockey #michigan hockey #luke hughes #ethan edwards #leawrites🍀

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been in my naomi vibes as of late, would luv to see a smut of naomi for v-day 🎀 possibly involving a lingerie fashion show as you’ve discussed on your page before. luv ur writing 🫶

oh haiiii

so i had this as a whole fic and it.. got deleted

so i shall summarize

RPF smut under da cut, minors gtfo<3 (im so srs)

okay so a long time ago i mentioned that (canonically) naomi calls soft!gf "babydoll" bc of their obsession with buying soft!gf lingerie

and we shall divulge in this however it should be known that naomi did not start buying you lingerie right out the gate okay?

it all started when you and naomi started dating, you didn't uhaul honestly, i feel like naomi is really into their space and environment and it takes a lot of effort for nomi to either move or allow big changes in their space

it starts because naomi bought you a bunch of pajama sets for their apartment

and this just became a thing like naomi would see a cute set online or even on the road and just get it and mail it home for you or whatever

and eventually after a little bit you find out naomi's love for you in lingerie (im thinking it was a lace top and jeans situation that naomi just could not keep it in their pants) and thats when the babydoll thing starts

not the naomi starts off conservatively, but it's really the act of taking it off of you that excites them

but eventually they realize that you find some confidence when they worship you in it so they start to put more effort into what the color is, the type of material, the fit of the set, how easy is it to put on and take off, can the top be worn with jeans in public, and so on and so forth

and this isn't a weekly or even monthly thing, it really is only for special occasions or when naomi wants to spice things up

it's pretty much expected on either of your birthdays, valentines day, and your anniversary to find a big black box with a ribbon tied around it on your bed waiting for you

and maybe because muna has been so busy, naomi hasn't bought any in a while so there's like three or four boxes the night before valentines day

and naomi has the cockiest shit-eating grin on their face, probably in a pair of loose cargos or joggers, a grey crewneck on as they lounge on the bed, hands behind their head

"go on babydoll, show me what ya got," comes out of their mouth, and if you didn't love them sm you'd roll your eyes

and naomi carefully curated the lingerie for valentines this year, like there's a style you really like, a color that compliments your skin, one that is unique and you haven't tried before, and maybe a risky one that naomi didn't know if you'd be interested in

"need help?" naomi would call, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, manspreading with their hands clasped

"no, give me a sec," you'd reply, slipping on the first one

and one by one you'd come out of the bathroom, naomi letting out a low whistle or pretending to faint or fanning themselves, trying to hype you up

they always hold a hand above you, spinning you gently before kissing your hand, rough hands running up and down your sides

naomi is rubbing your hips, groaning softly, "look at you baby doll, goddamn," before pulling you between their legs kissing you softly

naomi ushers you back to the bathroom with a sweet tap on your ass, pushing you softly

but the last one, it's probably a babydoll style but has a bunch of cut outs or is like completely see through

and it's less about the lingerie like i said before, there is something so intimate about this experience for the two of you, both getting some type of boost from it

but this one is like... intensely horny, like you gasp pulling it out of the box bc its almost unholy

and it's probably in a soft pink or dark red or white, one that would compliment your skin tone well (but there's not a ton of fabric to begin with like its mostly frills and sheer)

and you walk out of the bathroom, a tiny bit insecure because it's just SO different than the usual ones

and naomi's reaction is new, its a full jaw drop, absolute shock to the system as naomi literally stutters

there's no witty comment, no annoying whistle or anything, they just stare at you jaw slack

"oh- no, no, don't cover up, get your cute ass over here... holy shit," naomi says, still shocked but noticing your nervousness. and you walk over gently, and even for the room thats literally vibrating in sexual tension and insanely horny energy, naomi just brushes some hair out of your face and cups your cheek, "you look so pretty babydoll," and it's so tender and affectionate you could sob

and honestly, kinda a blur but it takes naomi approximately .5 seconds to rip it off of you before they are buried between your legs

like never ate a meal before/drinking from the fountain of youth shit naomi is literally devouring you

and by the second orgasm (from their tongue alone) naomi's sweating bro, ripping off their crewneck and then laying on the bed, pulling down their pants just enough bc of fucking course they were packing all day in preparation

and look if naomi is using a strap, you're bouncing okay? they call you bunny for a reason

but it's almost frenzied, like you both know what you need to do

small glances and shy smiles are exchanged, both speaking with your eyes to make sure that everything is still good between you both and everything is consensual and chill and feeling good

one of naomi's hands grips your hip as they help guide you down onto the strap, the other rubbing your ass softly

"good job bunny, that's my girl," they whisper, a proud cocky smirk on their face as yours contorts

and naomi is so calm the whole time, letting you move around how you need to so you can get off

right as your about to cum again, naomi has a hand in your hair, bringing your face to theirs

"good job bunny, what do you have to say? hm?" naomi asks, breathy and whispery as your legs shake

"thank you for- the clothes," you mumble, your nose rubbing against theirs sweetly, but your panting as their fingers tug a little harder at the root of your hair

"good job bunny, let go," naomi whispers, letting you release, your face in their neck as they rub your back gently

also naomi is the king of aftercare i said it once i'll say it again

and yes they tore that last set to pieces! what did you expect! you're hot!

#anon cutie #boygenius x reader #naomi mcpherson x reader #naomi mcpherson smut #the way i type is... so annoying?#dont take a shot everytime i say literally or like or kinda or capitalize a random word bc youll die #ugh #gingy's cupid shuffle #gingy's blurb night #SHUT UP GINGY #i need therapy and a cold shower #goodnight everyone <3

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