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ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ Cat & Mouse & Snake - Adrien/Luka x Male Reader

Word Count: 9.2k

Plot: Chat Noir and Viperion have had their hearts stolen by the mouse miraculous holder. However, it seems that even as a civilian you have caught their attention - who will get the guy though?

Featuring: Top!Characters x Bottom!Reader All characters are aged up and in college! ૮ • ﻌ - ა

Background: Ladybug has been made the guardian, but some characters aren't holders anymore. Only Alya, Nino, Kagami and Luka (and Marinette and Adrien obvs) are holders, however, they are now permanent holders - More details on this in the fic! Okay cool enjoy!

Note: This fic has three separate endings! Choose which one you want or enjoy all three!

Warnings: Nsfw / MDNI ~ amab m!reader / FDNI Very, very light smut! Like not a lot of detail but it's still there!!

Monarch's defeat brought about a lot of change. On the hero side of things, Ladybug had to make some tough choices; lying about Monarch's true identity, fixing the miraculous and upgrading them, and making some decisions about the holders. Marinette needed people she could trust, ones she could put her life in the hands of; this new butterfly holder was going to be her hardest fight yet. So to the dismay of many eager young adults, Ladybug informed most of the past holders that they won't be heroes ever again. In the end, only Ladybug, Chat Noir, Rena Rouge, Carapace, Ryuko, and Viperion remained. On the life side of things, everyone had graduated high school; the fight against Monarch had taken almost six whole years! And despite some of the changes to the education system made by Mayor Bustier, students above eighteen years old were still required to be in a separate educational institute from the younger students - health and safety laws n all that. Therefore, the graduate class of 20XX had to move on to college; and as fate would have it be, the remaining six heroes enrolled in the same college as each other: L'Universite Francois Dupont.

It was at UFD that a few fateful encounters occurred. The first took place in the entrance hall of the university's main building during your first day, right before your orientation. You had just walked into the grandiose building, overwhelmed by how fancy the whole place seemed; much different to what you were expecting when you heard that this was the university partnered with College Francois Dupont, one of the most casual and forward-thinking high schools in Paris. You weren't freaked out though, more so you appreciated the classic design of the building, tuning out the chatter of excited students around you and focusing on the art and statues decorating the hall. A beautifully sculpted statue caught your eye; a harp. Rather large, but small and close enough to trace your fingers over the stone; the intricate details were striking, and you were shocked at how thin the 'strings' were made despite being made out of fragile rock.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? So detailed" You heard a voice come from behind you. It was a smooth voice, a smooth one; calm and collected. It was a man's voice, but he sounded no older than you.

"Sure is! An impressively realistic pedal harp for it being made out of stone" You respond, turning around and facing the mysterious man.

As you had guessed, he wasn't much older than you; about twenty-one if you had to guess. The man was definitely taller than you though, standing at around six foot one; that was the first thing you noticed, shortly followed by how attractive the guy was. His hair was what you noticed next, droopy and slightly messy; a mid-length cut, and it was dyed a black to electric blue ombre. Clearly, the man cared about his aesthetic, hair like that needed some serious upkeep, and his style wasn't half bad either. You noticed his piercings, his painted-black nails, his ripped jeans, Doc Martins, and the gig bag around his shoulder which you assumed carried his guitar.

You heard a soft chuckle come from the man, snapping your eyes away from whatever feature of his you were fixating on and back up to his own eyes; bright blue, just like his hair.

"Do you play harp? You seem to know a lot" The man asked, choosing to ignore your blatant staring and to fill the silence.

"Huh? Oh! No, no! I just had a weird little instrument phase as a kid" You say with a light laugh, flashing the attractive man a smile as you shrug your shoulders slightly.

"Hmhm I get ya... I'm Luka by the way" The taller man says with another chuckle, his smile soft and welcoming as he holds his hand out to you in the form of a fist.

"Hmph~ [Name]" You say with another smile and chuckle as you fist bump Luka. His cold, metallic, black rings cooling your warm skin.

The interaction didn't take very long, in fact, it was interrupted by 'welcome staff' ushering the two of you into a lecture theatre to receive a proper welcome to the university. But the short interaction stayed fresh in your mind for a while, and the same went for Luka.

Another fateful encounter took place in one of the many cafes on campus. "Caramel Macchiato!" The barista shouted, trying their best to be heard over the sound of milk steamers and coffee beans getting ground up. You look up at the counter and smile at the barista, walking over to pick up your drink. Stereotypically, before your hand can wrap around the cup, you physically bump into someone; both by body and by hand.

"Oh! Sorry! Is this your drink or...?" You ask, shifting your eyes from the drink to the man beside you. The two of you shift to face each other, smiling and chuckling at the awkward interaction.

"Yeah... Think so at least haha~" The man chuckles, his eyes creasing closed as he laughs and then opening back up to look down into yours.

Emerald green. That's all you could remember about his eyes. They literally captivated you. This guy was also taller than you, but not by much, only around 3-4 inches taller. His skin was perfect and his blonde hair was soft and fluffed out like it was straight out of a magazine. The blonde's style was also very on point, stylish yet not at all over the top - God what is this guy like a model or something?!?!?

"Umm... Excuse me- Is this hot or iced?" You break your eyes away from the blonde's to question the barista "Iced~" The barista replies with a smile before quickly going back to work.

"Oh, I guess that's yours then!" The blonde says with a smile, gently pushing the plastic cup towards you

"Haha, thanksss....." "Adrien! The name's Adrien~" The man fills in your blank.

"Adrien... Thank you, Adrien!" You say with a smile, shaking your drink and rattling the ice before taking a sip. "Summer's over and you're still ordering iced drinks? Haha~" Adrien quickly fills the silence between the two of you before it becomes awkward. "Can't stand hot coffee. I'll have an iced drink even if it's snowing haha" You reply. A teasing yet friendly conversation? Exchange? Whatever you want to call it, it took place between Adrien and you as the blonde continued to wait for his drink. And once Adrien's drink had been called, you said your goodbyes to the blonde and turned to walk out of the cafe; yet you didn't miss the coy "I'll see ya round, [Name]".

The last but not least fateful encounter of yours occurred on your way to your first lecture at UFD. You weren't running late per se, but you were in a rush. However, you stopped dead in your tracks when you noticed that a girl who had zoomed past you in a rush had tripped and fallen in front of you. You heard a grunt and a curse as you approached the girl; noticing that the entire contents of her tote bag had spilled out onto the ground. "You alright?" You ask, crouching down in front of the girl. As she looked up at you, you noticed that she was really pretty; black-blue hair framing her face so perfectly. She looked like a doll. Sculpted to be perfect.

"Yeah... Shit- Just running even later than before haha" The girl chuckles dryly as she starts to collect her things. "Ah! Thanks~" She says with a bright smile as you hand her some of the notebooks you had picked up for her.

"You heading to the 'Gaultier' building by any chance?" You ask.

"Yeah! History of Fashion 1?" The girl asks you back, to which you smile and nod with excitement, having made an acquaintance in your class already.

You enjoyed the (speed)walk over to your lecture; it felt like you had blinked and you were already outside of the lecture theatre. But you in fact talked a lot during your walk. You learnt that your classmate was called 'Marinette', that she was an aspiring designer, that she was incredibly nice, and that she was incredibly clumsy; seriously, the girl tripped at least three more times on the way to your lecture, they just weren't as catastrophic as the first fall. Marinette also learnt a lot about you during the short amount of time you two had spent together, and she kept noticing small details about you during your lecture together! The aspiring fashionista had immediately noticed that you were a generally very capable person; you had done all of the recommended reading and practice workshops over the summer and when you found out that she hadn't, you promptly offered Marinette your notes. She also noticed that you were above average in smarts; you spoke eloquently without sounding like a Bourgeois, and you were having level conversations with the lecturer!

But Marinette's opinion of you really solidified when an Akuma alert blared throughout the lecture hall. It was like a switch had flipped inside of you. Before Marinette (literally thee LadyBug) could react, you were already out of your seat and informing people of the nearest 'safe space' in the university. Next thing she knew, you were next to the lecturer directing people out of the lecture hall and calming classmates down! Yep, you were definitely a good guy; capable and kind. But there was no time to sing your praises, the heroine had to get to work...

Both LadyBug and ChatNoir had hoped that if an akumatised villain was going to appear on their first day at university, it would at least be a quick and easy one. This villain was anything but easy. Or rather, these villains were anything but easy...

Said villains appeared to be three sisters; each controlling an element of nature. And whilst their aesthetics couldn't be any more different, the sisters shared one detail about them; they each had a rose on their person. The sister who controlled water and had darkened the sky with dark clouds, causing a downpour of torrential rain, her rose rested atop her head; threaded between her seemingly wet strands of hair. The sister who controlled air, the one who had thinned the air in the surrounding area and made it much harder for the heroes to catch their breaths after exerting themselves, her rose was weaved into her top; the budding petals seemingly blooming out of her chest. Finally, the sister who controlled fire, the one who had heated the tarmac below to such a temperature that the roads were actively melting, her rose was tucked into her knee-high sock; the flame-shaped tops of said socks made it look as if the rose were burning. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the Akuma must be in one of those roses. However, getting to said roses proved to be the hard part.

LadyBug had already called upon Viperion to help her and ChatNoir with a little time travel, to deduce which rose contained the Akuma; but that wasn't enough. No matter how many times Viperion used his second chance, none of the three heroes could even approach each of the elemental sisters without being at risk of having their miraculous seized. LadyBug overcame this problem by unifying her own miraculous with the one of the Horse; becoming PegaBug. With the power of teleportation, the three heroes assumed that they'd be a shoo-in for a quick victory. However, that once again proved to not be the case. The akumatised sisters were quick. They had each other's backs like it was second nature; PegaBug tried to sneak attack each of the three sisters, but it was to no avail; one of them always noticed and protected the other.

The guardian concocted another plan; pulling out the dog miraculous from her yo-yo and handing it to ChatNoir. The blonde hero was truly honoured; he'd only unified his miraculous twice before! And now, LadyBug was handing him another miraculous like it was nothing! Clearly, she trusted him. And though ChatNoir gleefully accepted and became 'ChatChien', this plan also proved to not be enough to defeat the akumatised sisters... PegaBug was losing hope. Viperion had used his second chance at least fifteen times by now and it was always the same result; Pegabug would create a portal near one of the sisters and ChatChien would use his fetch ability to tap the villain's rose. But after cataclysm-ing all three of the roses in three different timelines, Pegabug understood that it was futile. The Akuma wasn't in just one rose, it was in all three; the akumatised object was most likely originally an entire bouquet.

Pegabug, ChatChien and Viperion retreated for a moment. The two men let the heroine think. And think she did. It was silent for ages. And when ChatChien tried to speak after seemingly too much time had past, Pegabug spoke up. "We need the Mouse miraculous. We clearly need the dog's ball to fetch the akumatised objects, but we can't fetch multiple objects with one ball. So we need multiple." Pegabug explained

"But I thought the mouse's multitude could only duplicate regular objects, not miraculous or their weapons" ChatChien questioned; having been given the grimoire translations to study after Monarch's defeat.

"That was the case. But after reclaiming the miraculous from Monarch, I was able to upgrade them to some extent" Pegabug explains.

"Then let's do it. You've unified three miraculous before haven't you?" Viperion chimes in, a determined look on his face

"I have... But it wore me down. We can't risk any of us not being at our best during this fight..." Pegabug explained, getting quiet near the end of her sentence, going back to her own thoughts.

'I promised myself I wouldn't hand out any more miraculous after Monarch's defeat, I can't just give Mullo back to Mylen...' 'But Luka has barely just mastered not transforming back after five minutes.... He definitely can't handle unifying his miraculous'

Silence filled the alleyway once again, Pegabug lost in thought. But then the silence was broken. "LuckyCharm!" In a desperate, last-ditch effort, Pegabug had called upon her LuckyCharm. A swarm of shiny ladybugs formed into an object in front of the three heroes. A tote bag.

"A TOTE BAG?! What are we gonna do? Post on Pinterest?!" ChatChien yells in frustration. But PegaBug stays silent, wide-eyed. She knew what to do; she had to go and find you...

After leaving ChatChien and Viperion behind to keep the three villains busy, Pegabug used her voyage ability to teleport back to UFD. It didn't take the heroine very long to find you; as she'd expected, you were standing guard outside the safe space with some lecturers and other students. "LadyBug?" You question, warily eyeing up the heroine. She looked like her usual self, but the addition of the horse miraculous changed her appearance enough for you to worry that she had been akumatised.

"Yep! With an extra miraculous of course haha~ You can call me PegaBug!" she explained with a smile

"What do you need PegaBug? Is there any way we can help you?" You ask, happy to help the heroes of Paris save the day.

"There is, in fact! Professors, do you mind if I steal [Name] for a while?" The hero asks. After the men and women in suits nod in agreement, in the blink of an eye PegaBug is gripping your arm and pulling you through a portal.

"Wait- Woah that's sick... Wait, you know my name?!" You ask, honoured that thee LadyBug knows who you are.

"Of course I do! I've heard of you from some previous miraculous holders; I know that you're definitely the guy for this job..." PegaBug explains "...It's for that reason that I'm offering you, [Name] [Last Name], the miraculous of the mouse, which grants the power of multiplication. You will use it for the greater good, and once the job is done, you will return it to me. Can I trust you?" PegaBug continues, pulling out the miraculous of the mouse from her yo-yo.

You stare in awe as the heroine holds the coin pendant out to you.

"Of course you can. I'll do my best! I won't disappoint!" You say with conviction, gently taking the pendant from PegaBug. As you hold the pendant, it begins to shine a light pink; the shine taking form as a sphere of light and separating from the pendant, swiftly moving around you as if it were alive. You watch the sphere intently as it finally stops in front of you and changes form once more; revealing a little mouse.... creature?

"WAH!!" The mouse shouts, trying to scare you. Which did work a little; you let out a small 'Woah' and jerked your head back. "Hahahahaha~ I'm Mullo! YouJustGottaSayOneThingToTransform-" The kwamii rapidly explains. Clearly, a very excitable creature.

"Haha~ Mullo go a little slower!" PegaBug interrupts.

"Right! Sorry! To transform, just say 'Mullo get squeaky'! And to activate your power, just say 'Multitude'!" Mullo explains. A little slower this time 'round.

You smile at the creature and nod, placing the pendant around your neck and then uttering the transformation phrase. "Mullo, get squeaky!" You watch as the kwamii literally gets absorbed by the pendant, prompting the miraculous to change colour to black and pink. Pink light wraps around your body and clothes you with a super-suit. You can feel the strength enter your body, the stamina, the flexibility; you could feel yourself become a superhero. Before you knew it, the transformation was over; a pink and grey mask covered your face, a grey suit accented with black and pink covered your body, and a pink skipping rope wrapped around your waist as if it were the tail of a mouse. You gleefully check yourself out and look to PegaBug with a bright yet determined smile.

After PegaBug calls forth another portal, the two of you teleport back to the scene of the fight. You and the heroine watch as ChatChien and Viperion do their best to keep the three villains busy whilst also not losing their miraculous. Within a few moments, PegaBug had called forth another two portals and pulled both heroes through them and to safety in an alleyway. "That was a little abrupt M'lady... Hey and who might this be?" ChatChien questions with a teasing smile, recovering from the whiplash PegaBug's save had given him.

"The name's Omnimouse! Pleasure to meet you boys~" You say with a smile, one hand on your hip as you put your weight on one leg; holding your 'tail' in your other hand and gently swinging it 'round. Viperion and ChatChien could immediately tell that you were the confident type.

"Hmm Ditto, the name's ChatNoir~ Though currently I suppose it's ChatChien haha!" ChatChien confidently responds, smugly walking over and kissing the back of your hand.

"I'm Viperion" The snake hero chimes in, placing a hand on your shoulder with a smile.

"Haha! Good 'ta know, boys, but enough with the pleasantries. PegaBug? I'm sure you already have a plan for us" You say with a smile, blushing behind your mask at your proximity to the two men.

At that, PegaBug nodded and began explaining. And then, the plan was put into action. First, ChatChien hands you his ball and activates it, and then PegaBug gives you the go-ahead to use your ability. "Multitude!" You shout, one-handedly swinging your skipping rope around above you and letting it wrap around you and ChatChien's ball. A pastel pink light emits from the rope and then fades into the black accents on your bodysuit. Slowly but surely, you started to shrink. Not by a lot, but you definitely lost a foot or two of height. But in exchange for your size, you split yourself into three. It felt weird, but also natural? It wasn't like you had to split your consciousness and multitask; it was more like you had extra limbs to control. The three 'yous' each held a copy of ChatChien's ball; the second step of preparation had succeeded. Viperion then called on his second chance as a form of insurance. All the preparation was complete, now it was time to put this plan into action.

PegaBug called forth her first portal; a small rip in space-time leading to just above the sister who controlled water. You placed your hand slowly through the portal and tapped the akumatised rose with the dog's ball. The first third of the plan was a success. Next, PegaBug created another portal; one leading just beside the fire sister's leg. Just like the first time, you inconspicuously placed your hand through the portal and tapped the rose with the dog's ball. 2/3 of the plan had gone through without a hitch. Then, PegaBug created her final portal; the riskiest one. One right in front of the sister who controlled air. Just before you placed your hand through, Viperion stopped you; his hand firm around your wrist, but not so tight as to hurt you.

"This is the third time I'm using my second chance. Wait for her to place the rose into the portal, trust me." The hero explains, his electric blue eyes looking into yours, pleading you to listen to him. So you did. You patiently waited. And it paid off.

The sister who controlled air got curious. She moved forward, trying to peer over the portal; trying to see how the space-time tear looked from above and from behind. Curiosity killed the cat though, as when she moved forward, the rose on her chest moved through the portal and directly in front of you! Quickly, you tapped the akumatised object with the third ball. Finally, the hardest part of the plan was over; successfully at that. The three 'yous' quickly hand all three balls over to ChatChein and you watch as he uses his power. "Fetch!" The hero shouts, and immediately, all three balls light up and zoom over to each of the akumatised sisters. Then, all three balls, along with all three roses, teleport into ChatChien's hands. "Fall in!" You shout after grabbing all three balls from ChatChien, your two clones shining a pastel pink light and fusing back into you; bringing you back to your original height, and fusing the three balls back into one. You watch intently as ChatChien brings the roses together in a mini-bouquet and cataclysms them, freeing the Akuma.

It was over. The miraculous Ladybugs fixed everything and the akumatised victims were back to normal.

You were good. Good enough and charismatic enough for ChatNoir and Viperion to remember you. Good enough for LadyBug to call on you again in the future; and she did just that. By the 3rd time you were entrusted with the mouse miraculous, ChatNoir and Viperion would ask LadyBug where you were; by default just expecting her to call for you. And by the 5th time LadyBug had entrusted you with the miraculous, she'd noticed something. See, after LadyBug and ChatNoir obtained the skill of not transforming back after five minutes of their superpower being used, they started training the other heroes to be able to do the same thing. Alya as Rena Rouge and Kagami as Ryuko had already mastered this skill, with Viperion only just catching up and Carapace still not quite there yet. But you? Marinette hadn't noticed it at first, but she gave it some thought when spacing out during a lecture; you hadn't ever needed to transform back after five minutes... After the 6th time LadyBug entrusted you with the mouse miraculous, she asked you about this. And when you responded with a shocked laugh at the fact that the heroes were going into these fights with a 5-minute time limit, that sealed the deal; LadyBug made you a permanent holder. You were honoured; practically unable to keep a wide smile from forming on your face.

But outside of the superhero side of life, your civilian life was going as you'd expect it to. University was full of lectures and coursework. Your social life had taken a small hit from literally living a double life, but you'd gained a forever friend in Mullo. The kwamii was nothing if not trouble, but you could look past her antics; at the core of it, your kwamii was caring and kind, getting into trouble mainly to make you laugh. Other than Mullo, you also became close friends with Marinette! A typical day at UFD consisted of you meeting with Marinette and walking to your lectures, chatting in said lectures, and then parting ways.

But one day, the black-haired girl noticed that you didn't really have any other friends... It wasn't that you were a loner, or that nobody liked you! Everyone in your class seemed to have a positive opinion of you and generally liked you. It was just that, Marinette would never see you outside of the lecture hall or around campus. And when she asked you what you do after lectures, you literally just replied with 'I go home.'. So Marinette took it upon herself to force you to branch out; she did this by inviting you to hang out with her and her group of friends from college! Her group of friends who totally aren't all superheroes but just don't know it. You were nervous at first, but you were quickly put at ease when you noticed a few familiar faces. "Woah you're friends with... Luka? And what's his name... Adrien?" You ask, recognising the two men but struggling with their names; your encounters were brief.

"Yeah! You know them?" Marinette replies with a smile on her face.

You nod, mimicking your friend's smile as you approach her group of friends. Marinette introduced you to her friends and couldn't help but smile at the way that you were already seamlessly blending into the group. You were chatting with Kagami, Nino, and Alya as the latter asked you questions about yourself as if she was interviewing you, but the journalist-to-be was interrupted by the two men behind her.

"Hey again, [Name]" Luka says with a warm smile; chuckling at Alya as she purses her lips to the side in playful annoyance at the interruption.

"You know him already, Luka?" Alya questions, but gets a reply from Adrien instead of Luka.

"We know him, yes." The blonde replies with a toothy grin, coming up from behind Luka and slinging an arm around the rocker's neck.

Since that day, you became a part of the group; as if you had been there from the start. The whole group would hang out at least three times a week, and you very quickly felt comfortable enough to hang out one-on-one as well! You would help Alya with mock interviews, visit the university language cafe with Kagami and Adrien, listen to demos from Luka and Nino, and of course, you and Marinette would constantly hang out at your place. Though, you never spent time alone with Luka or with Adrien; it wasn't exactly a conscious decision, but the opportunity never came up. Over time though, Marinette started to notice that both Luka and Adrien were being way friendlier with you than with the others. Seriously though, the two men would constantly ask her about you; trying to pry information out of her to gain brownie points with you. It's because of their insistent questioning that Luka knew what chocolate bar to buy you 'cause he felt like it'. And it's because of their insistent questioning that Adrien knew that you were in need of a model for your designs and in turn volunteered himself. But things did change from friendly gestures to more serious courting attempts when Marinette innocently commented 'why do you and Luka keep asking about him?' to Adrien, and 'Why do you and Adrien keep asking about him' to Luka. Those seemingly silly observations seemed to flip a switch in the guys' minds. Initially, both Luka and Adrien just thought they had taken a liking to you. But now that they knew that the other was also asking about you? Doting on you? Adrien and Luka knew they had to step up their game, their end goal had become clear to them; they liked you. They wanted you.

Back on the hero side of things, you were constantly impressing your teammates! It got to the point that, in another battle within which LadyBug was struggling with a lack of miraculous users, the heroine decided to entrust you (before even Alya) to merge two miraculous. LadyBug needed another miraculous in play! She and ChatNoir were already using two, and despite both Viperion and RenaRouge already being transformed and ready to help, LadyBug called on you as well. It's safe to say that ChatNoir and Viperion were fucking entranced by you. You unified your miraculous with the one given to you by LadyBug and effortlessly used both abilities as required by the heroine. The fight was over before it even really started! Ever since that fight, you kinda became LadyBug's go-to dual-holder. She saw herself in you; the way you utilised the mouse miraculous to merge multiple miraculous, you proved to be incredibly capable and useful. And not just LadyBug took note of this! ChatNoir and Viperion would constantly comment on your great strategies and quick thinking after late-night fights; choosing to spend some time with you after the tiring fight. LadyBug would usually join you three during these starlit chats; but you'd noticed that as time went by, LadyBug would head back home but the two remaining heroes would insist on spending a little longer out on Paris' rooftops.

You never argued against this though, you thoroughly enjoyed these moments. It was in these moments that you could truly relax; worries of an akumatised villain appearing were almost at zero, having just won a fight, and any thoughts of uni work were buried deep in the back of your mind. But what really relaxed you was the presence of your two hero friends. ChatNoir flirtatiously joking around with you and then being scolded by Viperion, the three of you talking about life and plans without revealing too much about your identities, Viperion making jokes at the expense of ChatNoir, it all just put you at ease; you felt like these two were your closest friends despite not even knowing what they looked like! You didn't know why they were so much closer to you than the other heroes, or why Chat and Viperion were putting so much effort into spending time with you, but you certainly enjoyed it. To be frank, part of this was because both the cat and the snake heroes had a little crush on you, but the main reason was that they knew your identity...

The two had pestered LadyBug enough with their little crushes that the heroine literally could not take it anymore; swearing the two men to secrecy (and silence for her sanity) in exchange for your identity. Of course, when ChatNoir and Viperion found out that the hero they were crushing on was the same guy that they were crushing on as civilians, they both freaked the fuck out. But after their minds finished racing with thoughts, they locked in; they were in competition with each other after all... It was around summertime when both Luka and Adrien stepped up their game; university had finished for the year, and they no longer had an excuse to see you. The two men had to grow a pair and make their flirtations and courting attempts clearer. You definitely saw the model and the rocker more than any of your other friends; even more than Marinette! Both Adrien and Luka would make an effort to see you and to try and sway you towards one side rather than the other.

Adrien always invited you to his photoshoots or ad campaigns; insisting that you were a better stylist than the one he had hired and that 'he performed better knowing that you were watching'. The blonde definitely started channelling ChatNoir more and more, attempting to flirt with you with the confidence and charisma that his hero persona allowed him to express. You and Adrien would also often hang out at either your place or his (mostly his place just so that Adrien could subtly show you the luxury he could provide you). Hangouts consisted of anything from casually watching films or playing games to having deep conversations about life and the boundaries of your friendship getting pushed little by little. It was during the more vulnerable, personal conversation you and Adrien would have that you really got to know him; you learnt that the blonde continued his modelling career to honour his father, that he felt like he had no greater purpose in life for most of his life, and that he felt like you were one of the few people he could be himself around. Adrien would also learn a lot about you! The model would always listen just as much as he would talk during these kinda conversations; Adrien enjoys listening to you talk about your relationship with your family, your passions, your goals, and anything else you wanna share with him. The both of you really liked these moments; getting vulnerable and being able to talk about stuff without fear of judgment, it was like therapy. But what you were certain didn't happen during professional therapy was all of the subtle flirts and physical touch. For real, you will realise mid-conversation that you and Adrien were practically cuddling; or that you were straddling his lap, or that the blonde's hand was lingering on your hand or thigh or shoulder for a little too long. Not that either of you were complaining though. But mental notes were definitely taken. And the blush on your face and Adrien's definitely didn't make the moments go unnoticed.

On the other hand, if you weren't hanging out with Adrien for the day, you were hanging out with Luka. You have never missed a single band practice of Luka's and you never will; the rocker insisting that your mere presence helped him 'play so much better, your sound helps his flourish'. Bro's a poet, what else did you expect he'd say? As to not let Adrien get ahead, Luka would also insist on the two of you hanging out either at your place or his; his cosy room on his mother's ship was the usual place, just 'cause you'd mentioned once how much you liked the ambience. Really, it was Luka himself who made you like the atmosphere; the ever-so-slightly older man was just such a good listener, he could help you clear your head within minutes! You would spend hours with Luka, the rocker listening to you talk, paint his nails and yours with some old, black polish, you would listen to him play guitar, and like with Adrien, the two of you would talk about even the most personal things. You really didn't know what it was, but something about Luka made you feel like you could tell him anything, and you would do just that. You'd talk his ear off about yourself, internal conflicts and interpersonal conflicts; but you'd also listen to Luka a lot. It helped distract you from your own life. You listened to the rocker talk about his past struggles with the music industry, his relationship with his father, and his relationship with his sister; and you actively listened to every single word. And just like with Adrien, you wouldn't realise until the end of a conversation just how close you had physically gotten with Luka! Seriously, you'll be talking about the deepest shit and realise mid-sentence that your head was in Luka's lap; his slender, masculine fingers running through your hair. But though you did find some of the positions you found yourself in a little compromising, you would merely blush and look past it; as you still felt oddly comfortable despite the proximity. It got to the point that you felt so at ease around Luka that you would fall asleep whilst pseudo-cuddling; trust, when Adrien found out that you had started spending the night at Luka's, he was fuming and already scheming ways of getting you to sleep in his bed too.

One-on-one patrols with either ChatNoir or Viperion also became more frequent; though you didn't know that this was because the two heroes had made an agreement to split their trio patrols in order to get time alone with you. Patrols were a lot less romantic than hangouts in your civilian forms; mainly because you didn't know who was behind the masks of Viperion and Chat. As a logical and smart guy, you couldn't fall for someone you literally didn't know. That didn't stop Chat's blatant flirting or Viperion's more subtle attempts at wooing you.

By the time that most of the summer had passed by, you had spent so much time with both Adrien and Luka. You, of course, really liked them as your friends, but you also couldn't deny that the romantic and intimate moments you had shared with both men over the summer weren't making you fall for them. But you also couldn't deny that your feelings were much deeper and much more romantic for one of them than the other....

Ending 1:

But you also couldn't deny that your feelings were much deeper and much more romantic for one of them than the other... Your feelings for Adrien were so much stronger than those you held for Luka.

The second you had come to this realisation you made your move. You called Adrien and asked to meet him at his place, and of course, the blonde agreed; he was fucking whipped for you. When you admitted your feelings for him, Adrien short-circuited; like actually, a thick blush covered his entire face and neck, his eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed as if he wanted to say something but fully couldn't. You internally panicked, but when the blonde managed to utter 'You like me too?' you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

Pretty quickly, Adrien and you started dating. You were taking things slow but after a whole summer of basically going on dates and getting close, you two didn't really have any other steps to get over and done with! Adrien was the first out of you two to change his attitudes and behaviours; going into the first day back at university with your hand in his, a bright smile on his face and a lovestruck look in his eyes anytime he looked your way. If anyone asked whether the two of you were a thing, he would proudly declare that you were his boyfriend. The model made sure to take you on nice dates and insisted on paying for you no matter how small the fee; claiming that you 'deserved to be spoiled'. You two frequented the cafe within which you met (Adrien would always get sentimental without a doubt) and you would spend practically every night at Adrien's place; though your boyfriend had no complaints about you treating his place like it was yours, he did often complain that he never got to spend time at your place!

Adrien is the typa guy who's just so innocent and wholesome. So much so that simply thinking about dating you and spending time with you used to get him hard... Fucking hot. But this became a problem when the blonde actually started dating you! Seriously, the man couldn't spend ten minutes cuddling you without popping a boner! And it wasn't like your relationship stopped at cuddling, you two would kiss, make out, grind against each other; and it would get so overwhelming (in the best way possible) that Adrien would cum in his pants like some high schooler! He was very embarrassed at first, but when you assured your boyfriend that you took it as nothing but a compliment, Adrien felt a little better. But he knew he had to work on his... overexcitement. And he did! Enough that the next time, Adrien made it through ten whole minutes of making out with you and grinding his hard dick against your ass before he had to stop as to not cum. Though the first time the blonde put it inside of you, he did in fact cum right away... But again, you took it as a compliment!!

There really were no negative aspects to your relationship with the model! Even arguments with Adrien were healthily worked through and resolved within the day! That being said... One thing you did notice was that your friendship with Luka was definitely different. The rocker was nothing but happy for you when he noticed your relationship with Adrien; sure he was hurt, but that wasn't your fault. But to protect the little ego he had left, Luka had to take a step back. That meant no more one-to-one hangouts at his place, no more intimate and vulnerable talks, and no more comforting proximity. You knew it was for the better; you didn't want to lead Luka on, and you knew Adrien would get immensely jealous and insecure despite trying his best to hide it. So you and Luka remained friends, but you could both see the sadness behind your smiles; you lost a close friend, and Luka lost what he thought was the harmony to his sound...

You knew that your relationship with Adrien couldn't get any better, and you didn't want to ruin that, but you felt like you were lying to your boyfriend. You had to constantly lie about where you were during Akuma attacks, you had to lie about talking on the phone or to yourself when you were really talking to Mullo, and you had to constantly make excuses for leaving late at night for parole. Keeping your identity a secret was eating away at you, so you decided to tell him. You trusted Adrien. More than anyone else. You felt that it was necessary, and even Mullo agreed. You worked up the courage and sat your boyfriend down. But when you were met with a laugh after nervously pouring your heart out to the blonde, all you could do was look at Adrien with confusion. "hahaha! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, babe! But... is it bad that I already knew?" You were speechless. WHAT DID HE MEAN 'HE ALREADY KNEW'???? You thought you hid it so well! But Adrien very quickly explained; rather, he showed you. You watched with shock on your face as your boyfriend transformed into ChatNoir right in front of your eyes. Now that you thought about it, it made sense! All of Adrien's attempts at flirting with you reminded you so much of Chat! And looking past the quantum masking, damn ChatNoir really did look like Adrien. Let's just say that the two of you had to try really hard not to act like a couple when in your hero forms; and even then you two were still quite insufferably affectionate...

Ending 2:

But you also couldn't deny that your feelings were much deeper and much more romantic for one of them than the other... Your feelings for Luka were so much stronger than those you held for Adrien.

The second you had come to this realisation you made your move. You called Luka and asked to meet him at his place, and of course, the rocker agreed; he had it bad for you. When you admitted your feelings for him, Luka kept his cool; but internally he was freaking out. He was so fucking happy, but he couldn't make it look like this is what he'd been praying for for the past couple of months; even though that's exactly what it was. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when Luka gave you a warm smile and confessed that he 'felt the same, probably even more than you do'.

Pretty quickly, Luka and you started dating. You were taking things slow but after a whole summer of basically going on dates and getting close, you two didn't really have any other steps to get over and done with! Luka was quick to change his attitudes and behaviours, but he was quite low-key with it. On the first day back at university you two walked hand in hand, a warm smile on Luka's face and a lovestruck look in his eyes anytime he looked your way. If anyone asked whether the two of you were a thing, he would look into your eyes and smile whilst letting out a love-drunk 'he's mine alright~'. The rocker made sure to treat you right, treating you like royalty and practically worshipping the ground you walked on; this man would literally give you a piggy-back to your lecture if you simply mentioned that your legs hurt, claiming that you 'should be treated with care like the fine art-piece that you were'. Anytime that the two of you would pass through the hall within which you two first met, Luka would always reminisce and claim that he 'knew you were the one from the first word you spoke'. Sleepovers at Luka's became even more frequent than before, but the moment your boyfriend noticed that you would wake up seasick, he insisted on sleeping at your place instead.

Intimacy with Luka was another thing that really changed. The comfortable proximity became hotter and heavier; you both couldn't help it! You were so fucking attracted to each other that the moment you would straddle Luka's lap his lips were already on yours. Again, your boyfriend treats you like royalty during these moments, calling you beautiful and handsome and an angel between kisses and as he litters your neck with lovebites. Luka is also quite experienced; he is older than you by an entire year to be fair! But damn does Luka know what the fuck he's doing! The way he'll control his pace to make you feel the best you can; using that huge white-boy dick to his advantage. Also holy fuck those fingers! Luka knows just how to curl his slender fingers inside of you to get you writhing beneath him. Making out and cuddling with Luka is also a ten-outta-ten experience; things don't have to go any further and you're still satisfied with your boyfriend's tongue dominating your mouth, or getting spooned by his bigger frame. Oh and Luka has a huuuuuge thing for your voice! He loves to just hear you talk, but oh does he do his very best to make you feel euphoric just so that he can hear you fucking moan your lungs out. And don't even get him started on the way his name sounds on your lips; Luka could talk for hours about how much it affects him. On days you two can't see each other, you two will talk on the phone for hours; but inevitably, you'll notice that as it gets later in the night, Luka will start to get quiet, he'll start to grunt and his breath will start to get shakey and uneven. And if you ask him if he's okay, all Luka will reply with will be a shakey and breathy 'j-just keep talkin'~'. Oh he's straight JERKIN' IT!!

There really were no negative aspects to your relationship with the Rocker! Even arguments with Luka were few and far between; but when they did happen, they were healthily worked through and resolved within the day! That being said... One thing you did notice was that your friendship with Adrien was definitely different. The model was happy for you, sure... But man, was he hurt. It's not like it was your fault, but to protect the little ego he had left, Adrien had to take a step back. That meant no more one-to-one hangouts at his place, no more intimate and vulnerable talks, and no more comforting proximity. You knew it was for the better; you didn't want to lead Adrien on, and you knew Luka would get immensely jealous and insecure despite trying his best to hide it. So you and Adrien remained friends, but you could both see the sadness behind your smiles; you lost a close friend, and Adrien lost what he thought was the purpose he was so desperate to find in life...

You knew that your relationship with Luka couldn't get any better, and you didn't want to ruin that, but you felt like you were lying to your boyfriend... You had to constantly lie about where you were during Akuma attacks, you had to lie about talking on the phone or to yourself when you were really talking to Mullo, and you had to constantly make excuses for leaving late at night for parole. Keeping your identity a secret was eating away at you, so you decided to tell him. You trusted Luka. More than anyone else. You felt that it was necessary, you knew how much Luka valued truthfulness more than anything! You worked up the courage and sat your boyfriend down. But when you were met with a laugh after nervously pouring your heart out to the rocker, all you could do was look at Luka with confusion. "Oh baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! But... is it bad that I already knew? Haha~" You were speechless. WHAT DID HE MEAN 'HE ALREADY KNEW'???? You thought you hid it so well! But Luka very quickly explained; rather, he showed you. You watched with shock on your face as your boyfriend transformed into Viperion right in front of your eyes. Now that you thought about it, it made sense! Just like his hero persona, Luka was always calm and collected; his flirtations more cerebral and calculated! And looking past the quantum masking, damn Viperion really did look like Luka. Let's just say that the two of you had to try really hard not to act like a couple when in your hero forms; and even then you two were still quite insufferably affectionate...

Ending 3:

But you also couldn't deny that your feelings were much deeper and much more romantic for one of them than the other...

'I... I think Luka is the one...'

'Wait no... It's Adrien..!'

'But Luka...'

'But Adrien...'

'FUCK! I can't choose! I... I think I'm in love with both of them...!'

Your thoughts were running rampant. You couldn't make a choice; both men had shown you a whole new world. You'd never experienced intimacy and comfort like you had with them both. How were you supposed to pick one and just forget the other?

The second you had come to this realisation you made your move. You called both Luka and Adrien and asked to meet them at your place, and of course, they both agreed; they were willing to do anything for you, really. It was a difficult conversation; you didn't even really know where to start. But when you finally got your feelings for both men across, you could feel a weight lift off of your shoulders. Shockingly, it wasn't awkward! If anything, both Luka and Adrien felt some relief? Hey at least this way it's a win-win? Both the blonde and the dual-toned rocker had a wordless conversation with their eyes and then came to a decision; they would happily share your love. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when both Adrien and Luka gave you a warm smile and confessed that they both wanted you, like you wanted them.

It took a while for the three of you to get your footing. But soon enough, you figured it out; just because there were three of you in this relationship, didn't mean that it would be any different from a typical relationship. Sure, you three took it slow, but after an entire summer of basically going on dates with Luka and Adrien, there weren't many other things to go over! But you did have to learn how to spend time together; the three of you, the model and the rocker learning to share you and learning to love each other. Yeah, Adrien and Luka were already friends! But it was a totally different thing being in a relationship! However, slowly but surely, the three of you got there; by the time university had started back up, you three were walking into campus hand-in-hand. Honestly, you felt greedy! You had two of the hottest guys on campus looking at you with love in their eyes and with dumb smiles on their lips! If anyone was brave enough to ask what you three were to each other, each of you was more than happy to proclaim that you three were dating! Oh and they both made sure to treat you right! Though you insisted on taking turns when paying for things, Luka and Adrien would always team up to make sure that one of them distracted you whilst the other paid! Oh and you were treated like a prince on the daily; you never carried your back, books, or equipment when your boyfriends were around! The three of you would constantly reminisce about your first meeting at the hands of Marinette, and both Adrien and Luka would constantly retell their first encounters with you to each other; literally asking each other what they thought when they first saw you. Bro, you had these guys fucking WHIPPED! Sleepovers became very frequent. Of course, you guys had your time alone, but you slept at Adrien's, Luka's, and your's at least once a week!

Intimacy with your boyfriends was something else entirely! It took a while for starters! You didn't wanna push them; you had already pushed the boundaries by dating both Luka and Adrien at the same time! But you soon realised that the reason you three hadn't gone past cuddles was that they didn't wanna push you! Really, Adrien and Luka were horny as FUCK! It took everything in their power to hold back! But damn, when the three of you finally got to it? 10/10. That's all. Luka and Adrien would focus on your pleasure so much that you'd cum within minutes; oh and you'd usually cum at least twice before either one of them came even once! When it came to your secret identities, you felt like it was too much to reveal your identity as Omnimouse to two people; so though it hurt you to lie to the two men you trusted with your life, you didn't tell them. Though it was a bit ironic that they already knew! Luka and Adrien chose to let you believe that they didn't know of your identity; if for any reason, to keep you sane! That did mean that neither Adrien nor Luka revealed their own identities as ChatNoir and Viperion, but that was probably for the best. Neither Adrien nor Luka knew that the other was a hero as well....

All in all, your relationship with your two boyfriends was incredible; you seriously couldn't be happier. Luka and Adrien were also incredibly happy to have you as their boyfriend; seriously, at least half of the conversations they have are about you, and within each of those conversations they call themselves lucky to have you at least twice per convo!

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Not Mr. Winchester

🚗Pairing(s)🚗🠞 Dad’s Best Friend Dean Winchester x male reader ⚠️CW⚠️🠞 gay, gay-sex, daddy kink, dirty talkinh, degradation, manhandling, spanking, biting, size difference, size kink, belly bulge, cum inflation, breeding, blowjob, face-fucking, caught sex, Dean has a big dick (of course), top Dean Winchester, bottom male reader, age difference, age-gap, possessive, and possessive behavior. (Dean is 48, and you’re 27.) Dean lusts over you, and you do the same. 🔞Rating🔞🠞 Explicit 🚗Requested🚗🠞 Yes

🖊️Word count🖊️🠞 3.5k 

🚗Summary🚗🠞 Dean retires from his hunting career and decides to visit his old best friend. He found that you existed, the son of his best friend. Despite the apparent age difference and you being his friend’s son, Dean felt attracted to you and wanted you.

Read before continuing: IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 18 OR ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, DO NOT CONTINUE READING!

The Chevy Impala rumbled down a familiar street that Dean used to come down often. Being home after traveling the whole country with his brother and angel, solving cases and killing supernatural creatures, felt surreal. Dean enjoyed his hunting career, but it was time to lay down his arsenal. He deserved this break. 

There was one other place Dean wanted to be besides his home: his old best friend’s place, your dad’s home. 

He and Dean go way back, encouraged by their families to hang out since they were friends in their youth. They’d been friends until contact was lost when the Winchester followed his father’s footsteps, becoming a hunter and subsequently traveling the country for years and killing various creatures. 

After retiring, Dean found his old friend through social media and set a date to meet again and catch up. They grabbed a few beers, laughed about the old days, and talked about their current lives. He couldn’t tell your father about his hunting career unless he wanted to be seen as a lunatic. No, he just lied about being a mechanic.

His baby came to a halt in front of a house, and Dean turned off the engine, taking the keys and slamming the door shut. He walked closer to the modest porch with a mat on the floor. He knocked on the door with the side of his hand, waiting to see a familiar face, but he didn’t expect to see someone else. 

You were enjoying your summer vacation after a grueling year of college; getting your master’s degree was a pain. You were sitting around in your father’s home, doing nothing in particular, until a loud knocking disrupted your daydreaming. “Go answer it!” your father yelled from another room, busy with his own work. 

Grumbling under your breath, you got up from the couch and answered the door. You thought it was one of those Jehovah's Witnesses coming to preach, but you were mistaken for an older man. He was rugged, with clear-shaven stubble, a perfect jawline, dazzling green eyes, and short hair with streaks of grey in it. The man had a broad and solid body, and you could see the outline of his toned abs through his shirt. 

You realized you were staring for too long and spoke. There was a noticeable blush as you were ogling an older man, but who wouldn’t? “Who are you?”

“Who are you?” Dean replied, his voice deep and husky as he spoke to you. He looked confused, as if he were expecting someone else.

“Y/n? I live here,” you replied. You couldn’t help but lust over… everything about this man! His voice made your cock twitch in your pants, and you assumed he’s probably a freak in bed. You would bet everything that he was packing heat in those restrictive garments would probably be heavy and warm in your grasp. Dean spoke again, snapping you out of your daze. 

“Nah, that's the wrong answer. The man who lives here should be older… and taller, not short and young.” Dean said until it clicked in his head: This has to be his friend’s son! It had been twenty or so years since they had been in contact. You must have taken your mother’s genes over your father's.

You were about to respond before your father butted into the conservation, wondering what the commotion was. “Son of a bitch… Dean Winchester.” Your father said, huffing out a disbelieving laugh. “Miss me?” Dean laughed as the two older men embraced each other and chatted. You stood on the sidelines, watching the interaction and bashing yourself for lusting over your father’s best friend.

“Y/n, this is Dean; Dean, this is my son, Y/n,” your father said as he introduced his old best friend and son to each other. There was an awkward moment before you two shook hands, Dean’s large hand enveloping yours in his grasp.

“Pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasures is all mine, little fucker.”

xxx

You saw Dean virtually every day, but you weren’t complaining. Getting to see that hunk of a man every day was a dream come true, especially when he lifted his shirt to show his happy trail leading to your happy meal. 

You observed from afar every time Dean came over, laughing and drinking with your father, talking about life and everything that happened. You could feel yourself falling more in love with Dean, loving everything about him.

Despite the tense first meeting, he was actually kind once you saw through the sarcasm and bravado exterior. He sometimes teased you over little things or whatever your loudmouthed father told him. Even then, you could see the lust in Dean’s eyes. He wasn’t acting on those desires, mainly because you’re the son of his best friend. 

You would take it upon yourself to tease and poke at Dean. You would get touchy with him, accidentally touching his bulge, commenting on how strong he is, and sometimes grinding your ass against him whenever your dad wasn’t looking. Dean wouldn’t push you away, though, sometimes grabbing your hips and thrusting his bulge, making you feel the monster in his pants. 

He would mumble something under his breath before he regained consciousness and left, hiding his bulge and going to the nearest bathroom. You could only grin, watching the older man retreat to the bathroom with an aching erection, knowing he was jerking off to relieve himself. 

Dean was having an internal crisis. He enjoyed catching up with your father, but he couldn’t handle you being a minx. He was used to men and women throwing themselves at him and being touchy, but you were different, mainly because you were the son of his friend and younger. To him, it was forbidden, but that made him want you more. 

Whenever he visited, he would have to deal with your advances. He would stand in the kitchen while your father was doing something else, and then you would walk in. You would compliment him and start getting touchy, and he would respond to you, sometimes getting lost in the sauce. 

He would grab onto your hips and grind his bulge against the swell of your ass. He wants you to feel the monster in his pants and show you the effects you have on him. He would mumbled under his breath how he was going to fuck you and keep you as his. His grip tightening as he moans softly from feeling your body responding to his grinding, his monster cock aching and throbbing. 

After a couple of minutes, the forbidden rule kicked in, and Dean retreated to the bathroom. He felt like a hormonal teenager, something he hadn’t experienced since he was … a teenager. He would constantly jerk off to thoughts of you and would pretend you were there with him. Whenever he was home enjoying his retirement he would fuck a pocket pussy for relief but it no longer satisfies him. 

Despite the clear sexual tension, something your father hadn’t suspected yet, Dean grew closer to you. He learned what you’re doing in college, your personal life, and your potential suitors, which made his blood boil. Whenever you weren’t teasing or touching him, you would mention a date or hanging out with other men. 

Dean doesn’t know why he’s experiencing extreme amounts of jealousy. He tries to justify it, but his answers lead him to the same conclusion: he loves you. He thought it was sexual and nothing more. He was going through a crisis, but it didn’t matter anymore. 

Whatever he wants, he’ll get, screw the fact that you’re his best friend’s son. 

xxx

You were both in the kitchen; Dean was leaning against the counter while drinking a bottle of beer, and you were making some food. Your father was in the other room, said he’d be occupied for hours. Perfect opportunity. For days, you’ve noticed Dean’s composure was cracking, and you wanted to give the final blow. 

“Yeah, some guy asked me out. I don’t know if I should, though. He’s kinda hot, slightly older, and physically appealing.” You went on talking about the random guy that doesn’t exist, only to rile him up. It was working, you could feel the older man’s glare burning in the back of your head. Continuing the antics, Dean got more jealous despite the man you’re talking about not existing.

Silence fell over the kitchen before Dean’s footsteps grew closer. Your smirk grew wider as you swayed your hips, then you felt two rough hands grabbing onto your hips, pulling you towards his body. “You think this is some fucking game?” Dean growls as his grip on your hips digs into your flesh. 

“Walking around like a little slut, shaking this ass against me… even in front of your father,” Dean says as he slapped your ass, the sound echoing through the quiet kitchen and living room. “By fucking God— you’re driving me crazy. You wanted me to snap, huh? This is what you wanted?” Your smirk grew wider as you enjoyed the way Dean was reacting. His body was emitting heat as you felt his large, muscular body pressing against yours. 

“Now tell me, boy, you gonna keep playing around, or are you gonna put your mouth and ass to good use?”

…

“Take that fucking dick… yeah… fuck… when did you learn that?” Dean groans as he fucked your mouth, one hand gripping your hair as he thrusts his hips, other hand holding onto the kitchen counter. The wet slobber and gagging sounds left your mouth as you struggled to handle Dean’s big cock. 

It felt heavy in your mouth, the manly musk filled your nostrils as your nose was buried in the man’s pubic pelvis, and his heavy, cum-filled balls slapping against your chin. Your cock was throbbing in your pants as Dean fucked your face. “Good boy…” Dean moans as he feels your hands holding onto his legs, slowly moving up to his ass. 

You slobber all over Dean’s cock, coating the large piece of meat with saliva. Your tongue swirled around the cockhead, pushing into the slit and tasting the precum flooding your mouth. Tears began welling in your eyes as your jaw started to hurt from the rapid thrusts. “You wanted this, boy. I ain’t holding.” Dean growls as he looks down to see you looking up at him with teary eyes. 

Dean’s big cock throbbed and leaked precum from the thought of being able to feel your tight ass; something he’s been wanting to experience. Dean muffled his groans, not wanting to attract unwanted attention from his friend. He feels one of your hands squeezing his ass while the other one fondles his heavy balls. 

“Jesus Christ… better than any woman… so good~” Dean moans as the combined feeling of your tongue and hands fondling his sensitive areas is euphoric. This was everything he wanted; seeing you on your knees, plump lips wrapped around his cock, and his cock being sucked. He gentle pets your hair before gripping in to fuck your mouth faster. 

“Got a load ready for you, boy. Want me cum on this face?” Dean growled as he took out his cock completely and slapped it against your face. You whine from the feeling of Dean’s heavy meat slapping against your face, your saliva smearing on your cheeks, and your right eye. You began whining and begging Dean to continue fucking your mouth, tempting the man by licking his cock with each slap.

You could tell it was a dominance play; Dean asserting his full dominance over your body and mind. 

“Dirty boy, that desperate for cock?” Dean says before grabbing both sides of your head and thrusting his cock into your mouth. His breathing gets heavier as he feels his balls tightening from your blowjob and the adrenaline of being caught. If he were caught, he’ll most likely be kicked out and contact severed, but it would be worth it in Dean’s book. 

Dean stared at the ceiling, his eyes rolling back from the sensation. He was lost in a trance, on cloud nine as he tightened his grip on your head. He was gonna cum, but the sound of the door opening and footsteps quickly approaching snapped Dean out of his daydream as he stopped all movements and stuffed his cock completely inside your mouth. 

You felt Dean slowing down before ramming his whole cock inside your mouth. You were confused and gagged as the long, thick cock filled your mouth to the brim, your nose touching Dean’s trimmed pubic region. You struggled momentarily before relaxing and started breathing through your nose. 

You wondered why Dean stopped; your answer came shortly.

“Dean! Have you seen Y/n? Gotta talk to the little brat and he isn’t answering his phone,” your father said as he stepped closer to the other side of the counter, unaware of his best friend's throatfucking his son.

“Uhh… he’s out with some friends…” Dean says slowly so as not to blow his cover. His hand gripped your head tighter as he slowly thrusts his cock deeper into your wet cavern. He purposely made some noise to mask the gagging and heavy breathing coming from behind the counter. Dean’s composure was eroding as he began cursing your father to leave already. 

“Well, tell him I’m gonna be at a business meeting once he gets back,” your father said before leaving, not questioning Dean’s disheveled look, heavy breathing, and suspicious behavior. His footsteps fade away, the sound of the door opening and closing. 

Dean waited before yanking his big cock out of your mouth, his cock was coated with saliva; a web of slobber connecting the cockhead to your mouth. Your face was completely fucked; flustered from his cock filling your mouth, tears striking down your face, and the undeniable lust in your eyes. 

“Look at you, boy… on the counter,” Dean says as he pulls you up and positions you on the countertop, your legs on his shoulders. Lust consumed Dean’s mind as he couldn’t wait further; he proceeded to rip off your pants and briefs, the fabrics tearing as your ass and little hole were revealed to the hungry man’s eyes.

“Hey, jackass! Those were my favorites!” you complained, but Dean shut you up by getting on his knees and burying his face between your cheeks. You gasped and moaned softly as you felt the man’s tongue lapping and licking strips against your twitching hole. His tongue swirled and licked around the tight ring of muscle, feeling it twitch and trying to grab onto his tongue. 

“Shut up, brat…” Dean growls as he wraps his arms around your legs to prevent them from closing. He started kissing and biting the plump flesh, making sure to leave his mark, plus to show those boys that you’re off limits. Your moans echoed through the quiet house as Dean devoured your ass.

“Oh god~ daddy~” you groaned as your hand moved down to grip Dean’s hair, pushing the man further. The older man groans, but his mind short-circuits after hearing that specific word. He pulled back and stood up. “Say it again.” 

“And what if I don’t?” you grinned and giggled with amusement, wanting to be bratty towards Dean. 

Silence fell over the two of you. Dean blinks before grinning, dark amusement and wolfish. He let out an incredulous laugh before his hand made contact with your ass. You whine from the impact as Dean slapped your ass for a second time, amused by the flesh turning red and jiggling. 

“You’re really funny, huh? You wanna be a little brat?” Dean murmurs, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr as he stroked his big cock. “I think you need a lesson,” Dean growled as he positioned his cock at the entrance of your hole before ramming it in. His big, fat cock splitting your ass open as he pushed deeper until he was hilted with his heavy balls pressing against the bottom of your ass. 

You felt the air being punched out as your ass was filled with Dean’s cock. The empty house was filled with the groans and moans of your coupling. Your eyes rolled back as your virginity was taken, your body trembling from the burning sensation, and your nerves being lit on fire. Dean roars as he grips your hips tightly, his big cock throbbing inside your tight and warm ass as he feels your ass gripping and clenching around his cock.

“You still wanna be a brat, little shit? How about I fuck the hell out of you…” Dean growled as he didn’t hold back and started thrusting. Your moans echoed through the house, the cockhead hitting your prostate directly. The loud sound of skin and balls slapping mixed with your moans and groans was music to Dean. He would pull out, leaving the tip in before ramming his cock to the hilt. 

“D-daddy~ oh god…~ daddy… sosh good~ so big inside…” You began blabbering as your mind was melting down from the intense pressure and pleasure. Your cock throbs against your abdomen, smearing precum on your skin. 

“Yeah? I know it does… pathetic virgins wouldn’t know how to satisfy you.” Dean growled, throwing daggers at the nonexistent men. “Need someone older… fuck… look at that.” Dean’s train of thought was interrupted by the sight of a bulge forming each time he thrusts.

“I-is that…?” you mumbled as you moved your hand down, hands trembling from the brutal thrusts. Your hand settled over the area, marveling over the bulge Dean’s big cock caused. The older man ceased his thrusts, letting you touch the stomach bulge. Your eyes widened as you could feel Dean’s cockhead through your abdomen, squeezing the tip through the layer of skin. 

“That’s my dick, baby. The first and last dick you’ll ever take.” Dean says as he breathes heavily. There was a cocky tone behind his words as his ego was boosted. His hand hovered over yours as he began thrusting again, feeling the bulge form, he let out a bellowing groan. 

Dean feels his cock throbbing, heavy balls tightening as he knew his orgasm was approaching. He wanted to last a little longer, but your babbling and tight ass didn’t help. His teeth dug into your lips as his grip tightened, leaving more marks on your hips as a reminder of this debauchery. 

“Gonna breed this… fucking ass! Nothing but a breeding bitch for me… a warm place to dump my cum…” Dean groans as his thrusts get sloppy. “Stroke your pathetic cock.” Dean growled as he slapped your thighs. You started stroking your neglected cock in sync with the older man’s brutal thrusts, even moving your body in time with him. 

“D-daddy~ daddy~ gonna cum~” you whine as you squeeze your cock, attempting to milk it. Your trembling body responded to the nearing orgasm by clenching around Dean’s cock, pulling it deeper. Dean thrusts a few more times, his hand stroking over the bulge. 

Dean clenches his teeth as he gives one more thrust. Your body goes slack as you come to a shuddering orgasm. Dean roars as jets of cum flooded your hole, he could feel the bulge expanding from the sheer amount of cum being pumped. Its been awhile since Dean last fucked somebody and jerked off; he was pent up. 

You saw white, blissfully satisfied from being filled with Dean’s cum. Your cock throbbed, spurting and painting your chest with cum. Dean could hear your soft whines and cries as you gripped the edges of the counter. Dean leans over you with contentment, panting as he nears your face. 

“So good, baby. So good.” Dean purrs as he kisses your neck and shoulders. Your vision cleared as you basked in the warmth and affections of the older man. You looked down to see a little bump where Dean’s cock is. The sight causes you to tighten around the man’s cock, Dean moaning from the action.

However, the moment was ruined. 

“Dean? Has y/n returned– what the fuck?!?!”

THE END

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[finelinemia]

BEST FRIEND’S DAD ❤️‍🔥

smut ! harry styles x reader

summary: For years now, you've found Mr. Styles, your best friend Sophie's father, quite attractive, to the point of getting wet just by looking at him. Everything changes one night, when he picks you and Sophie up from a party and you stay the night at his house.

word count: 5.2k

cw: smut, daddy issues, daddy kink, masturbation, oral sex, penetration, dirty talk, unprotective sex

author’s note: Hiii, this is my first smut so don't be too hard on me and I hope you like it a lot. I've never done something so "long" so I hope it lives up to expectations. Kisses and happy reading💋

[ dadrry! , dilfrry! ] +18

"Okay, and at tomorrow's meeting we could talk about the new clients we're bringing on," I say to Jeff through the computer screen as I watch him jot down the different things I'm saying in his notebook.

I took the afternoon off because Sophie, my 24-year-old daughter, is coming to my house for the weekend after spending the last week with her mother, and I want to take advantage of my time with her. She recently graduated from college and is about to leave for the United States for an internship, so the more time I can spend with her, the better.

I divorced her mother when Soph was 15. I remember that at first it was hard for her to adjust to her new life with separated parents and having to spend a different week with each one. But I guess everything works out in the end, and she's at her best, enjoying her last summer before leaving for another country far from us.

"You should also look over the paperwork I sent you for-" My words stopped when I heard the front door open, followed by laughter. "Just a minute, Jeff. I think Sophie's home." I took off my glasses and placed them on my desk, then turned to look at my study door. "Soph! Is that you?"

"Yes, Dad!" The door opens and Sophie pokes her head in. "Working hard?" she asks with a smile.

I smile "You could say, how was your day?"

She shrugs, "Hmm... well, we went to the beach." We? "Y/N is here."

Another head peeks through the door and my mouth goes dry. I've never thought about my daughter's friends that way before; after all, the age difference was a big enough deal to be thinking that way, but fuck, you were something completely different.

This all started when you and Sophie met in college. You were roommates, and eventually you became inseparable. You started coming over constantly, to sleep, eat, or just hang out. Seeing you here was already something totally normal for me. And at first, believe me, everything was fine, but then the glances started. The ones you think I don't notice. The way you swallow softly when you see me coming, or the way you bite your lip slightly when you see me in a slightly tighter shirt. A man can't see those things and not go crazy. And that's why every time I see you I go crazy, so crazy that sometimes I need to go to the bathroom to get my hard-on down and even masturbate to relax. You've become something I should stay away from.

I don't want to be misunderstood either. I've never done anything with you, never made the move, never even looked at you for more than three seconds because I don't know what would happen if we held eye contact longer than that. You think I haven't thought about what it would be like to lean you against the kitchen counter and eat your pussy while you moan my name and being heard throughout the house? But I'm a gentleman, and a gentleman has his limits.

"Dad, are you listening to me?" Sophie's voice interrupts my thoughts, and I shake my head. I look back at her. "Y/N's staying over because we're going to a party, okay?" A party?

"Sorry? A party? I thought we were going to spend the day together. I took the afternoon off so I could be with you." At this point in the film, I'm not surprised in the least. I know Sophie loves me, obviously, but she's a very sociable girl and is always surrounded by friends. She's almost never at home. I can at least be thankful she's responsible.

"I know, Dad, and we have all weekend to be together! But this party is going to be one of the best of the summer." She turns to look at you, asking you with her eyes to help her with this.

"Uh... yeah, it's going to be great. Almost everyone from college is going," you say, avoiding my eyes. Are you nervous already? I haven't even had to lift a finger.

"It's going to be legendary, Dad! We can't miss it, please, please." It still tickles me that Sophie keeps asking me for permission to do certain things. It's obvious she doesn't need it; she's 24 and about to leave for another country. But I guess she'll always be daddy's little girl.

I let out a sigh. "I guess I can wait one more day to be with my daughter..." Sophie starts jumping up and down before I can even finish the sentence. "I don't want you to be too late, and be responsible with your drinking. And with the men."

"Ah yes, the biggest problem today," you joke as Sophie continues jumping up and down. That makes me laugh more than it should.

"Oh! I'll see if I remembered to bring the dress from Mom's house." Sophie runs up the stairs to her room, leaving me alone with you.

"Hmm, talk to you on Monday, Jeff. Have a nice weekend." After Jeff says goodbye, I close the computer screen and look up at you. "So, how's your mom?" I ask, though I don't really care that much, your mother and I don't get along that well.; I just want to make conversation.

"Why? Are you interested in her?" you ask, leaning against the doorframe, tilting your head. I can't tell if you're serious or just joking.

I let out a small laugh as well, shaking my head slightly. Your story is quite different from Sophie's. You don't have divorced parents; your father left when you were five, but that story never leaves your mouth. Sophie told me a few months after she met you. I try not to bring it up when you're around because I know it's probably something that affects you quite a bit.

"Although your mother is quite an attractive woman, I'm not interested." I pick up the papers on the desk.

"She's fine. I think she's signed up for a cooking class. She's having the best years of her life, according to her." You glance down slightly, and that makes me tilt my head a little. "She deserves it, I suppose... after 20 years of raising a daughter alone, she needs to rest and have some fun."

The comment makes me purse my lips in disapproval. It's the first time you've spoken about the subject with me, and you seem somewhat upset, even though it's been years since then. I still don't understand how someone could abandon their daughter like that. You'll always be worried that she grew up without a father, and that will stay with her for the rest of her life.

"You look like her." My voice makes you lift your head from the floor. "Like your mother, I mean. You're both very attractive women." Did you really just say that, Harry?

You blush a little and swallow lightly. There it is…

"Thank you, Mr. Styles." you murmur.

“You know you can call me Harry, right?” I smirk.

"Yeah, I know, but it's weird calling you by your first name..." Well, I bet you'll moan it out loud.

"A lot of people are going to that party... you say?" I ask, leaning back in my chair.

"Yeah, we're planning on meeting up with our friends. Have a drink... hang out, you know, and then head home."

It's obvious that both you and my daughter want to hide what you're really going to do at those parties, but I guess you're both adults and it's none of my business, right?

"Hmm... I'm sure you both have a lot of guys after you." i murmur, and you tilt your head slightly. "Oh, I'm just asking. You know I care about Sophie."

"To Sophie, huh?" This time you're the one who lets out a smirk. “Yes, I suppose there will be some boys.”

"Hm... do you have a boyfriend?" Harry, shut your mouth before you regret it.

You shake your head. "Why? Are you interested?" I know you're joking, but I really want to say yes.

"Y/N! Come get ready! Time's running out!" Sophie yells from upstairs.

"Saved by the bell, I guess," you say, moving away from the door frame and turning toward the exit. "See you later, Harry."

I watch you sway your hips as you head for the stairs, and I let out a long sigh. Why the hell does my name have to sound so good on your lips? Fuck, on top of that, you were clearly hitting on me.

I open the computer again and start reviewing documents, trying to think of something other than my name on your lips, trying not to think about what it would sound like if you moaned it.

"Fuck-" I get up from the desk and walk to the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

I pull down my pants and boxers and lean with one hand against the wall, the other going straight to my cock without a second thought. Am I seriously jerking off thinking about my daughter's best friend?

I move my hand quickly as I throw my head back. My name on your lips keeps echoing in my head over and over again. I breathe raggedly as I increase the pace. If you've achieved this with just a word, I don't want to imagine what it would be like if you were touching me. If it were your hand right now giving me pleasure.

"Shit- shit, shit, shit..." I grab a piece of toilet paper, continuing to pump myself, and place it right on the tip, cumming on it almost instantly. "You're fucked..." I mutter to myself as I throw the paper into the toilet and flush. I wash my hands and face and head back out to my study, hoping I can work better this time.

•••

"If you need anything, just call me. If anything happens, please don't hesitate-" I say to Sophie as she finishes touching up her lipstick in the entryway mirror. "Sweetheart, are you listening? I can even go pick you up, okay? Wake me up if you have to."

"Dad, don't worry. We'll take a taxi back. Don't wait up, I know you." she gives me a look through the mirror. "We are going to have fun for a few hours and then we'll come back, okay?"

"Don't get into anyone's car, Sophie, please, especially if they've been drinking." I run my hand through my hair. I've always been pretty protective of her, but I still get rapid heartbeats every time she goes out partying.

"Believe me, Dad, there's no way I'm crazy about getting into anyone's car." She finishes applying lipstick and turns to me, but her gaze wanders to something behind me. "Oh my God, you're so hot!"

I turn subtly and our eyes meet. Remember the three-second rule, Harry. But then I glance down slightly at your dress. It's so fucking short, and tight, and red, and I need to get it off you asap.

I clear my throat and look away, returning my eyes to Sophie. "Well, have a good time, don't be back too late, and call me if-"

"If there's any problem. Yes, Dad, I know. Let's go. The taxi is waiting outside." She grabs her bag and opens the door, you following behind her.

"Goodbye, Harry," you say, maintaining eye contact with me, closing the door behind you.

"Fucking hell" I mutter to myself.

How do you expect me to behave after that? I couldn't even get to sleep. You went to a party full of college boys dressed like that and I'm not even thinking about my daughter getting drunk anymore. It's obvious you're going to attract a lot of attention tonight, and I can't help it. I'm not going to be there to stop it. I just can lie in bed and wait for this night to be over. Tomorrow you'll go home, and everything will be back to normal.

My phone starts ringing on the nightstand, and I frown. The clock marks three in the morning, and you don't usually get calls at this hour, unless it's your daughter calling you from a drunken state. Sure enough, when I grabbed my phone, the screen lit up with a picture of Sophie and her name. I picked it up after the third ring.

"Soph? Are you okay?" I ask while rubbing my eyes.

"Hi... it's Y/N." Your voice makes me sit up in bed. "Hey, I think you're going to have to come pick us up..."

"Did something happened to you?" I ask as I get out of bed and put on my slippers.

I can hear how you let out a sigh. "Sophie's had too much to drink... I can't even hold her. We're sitting on the sidewalk and she's practically unconscious."

"Fuck, Soph..." I run my hand over my face, trying to think clearly. "Okay, don't move. I'll be there as soon as I can. Send me the location, okay?" I hang up, throwing the phone on the bed and starting to get dressed. My phone rings again, this time with the location of the party. I finish putting on my sweatshirt and head down to the garage.

I get in the car and start it as quickly as I can. I don't even let the garage door open all the way before accelerate at full speed, leaving the house behind and heading toward your destination. The night my daughter had to prove to me she's responsible so she could leave for another country, she goes and screws up. And you haven't done anything to stop it.

I arrive at the house where the party is being held in less than 15 minutes and see you both sitting on the sidewalk, you with your arm around Sophie as she rests her head on your shoulder. If I weren't so pissed off, I'd actually think it was a cute scene.

I get out of the car and approach you. You raise your head to look at me. "How much has she had to drink?" I bend down to grab Sophie's head and try to get her to react. Her head is dead weight and her eyes are swollen.

"I think two drinks..." I look at you, not believing a word, "and maybe ten shots..."

"For God’s sake, and you let her do that?" I ask, frowning. "I thought you were more responsible."

"I wasn't paying attention, we separated for a moment, I was-" you cut off the sentence before you can say anything else.

"You were what?" I raise my eyebrow as a signal for you to continue talking.

"I was with someone else," you say simply.

"Oh, great. You were showing some college student how great that dress looks on you, weren't you?" I scoop Sophie up and head out to the car.

You follow me behind "I haven't even told you and you're already jumping to conclusions? I don't understand why you're so angry"

“Maybe because my daughter can’t stand up and instead of being with her and making sure she doesn’t do anything crazy, you’ve been making out with a boy.”

"Hey, Sophie isn't my responsibility. Yes, we came to the party together, and yes, she's my friend. But she said she'd be fine on her own and that I could leave without a problem, and she was surrounded by all our friends!" you reply, throwing your hands up in the air.

"Well, it seems your friends didn't give a shit that she could have ended up in the hospital!," he sighed, putting Sophie in the car. "Look, I want to take her home. You can stay with your friend if you want."

I see you roll your eyes. “Oh my god, that’s all you’ve got left with, right? What’s going on? are you jealous?”

I look at you in disbelief, "Jealous? me? For God's sake, you should listen to yourself for a moment. You could be my daughter."

"Exactly, I could be your daughter but you always look at me with those eyes and you don't stay looking at me for more than three seconds because you're afraid something will happen!" you say and I open my eyes wide. "Do you think I haven't noticed? You were drooling today when you saw me in this fucking dress. And now you're incriminating me more for being with someone than for not having paid attention to Sophie."

My jaw tightens and I can't look at you for a second longer. "Get in the car, Y/N."

“What?”

"Get in the fucking car. Now." Without another word, you get in the car, and I walk around it, climbing into the driver's seat.

The ride home was completely silent, aside from Sophie's babbling in the back seat. I check to see if she's okay through the rearview mirror; she's so out of it, it makes me even angrier. I shift my gaze to you and watch for a few seconds. You're staring out the window, completely ignoring me. Bad choice.

We arrive at my house and I put the car in the garage. Without saying a word, I get out and grab Sophie from the backseat. You get out slowly and watch me silently as I walk inside. You follow with small steps behind me and we go up the stairs to the bedrooms. I go into Sophie's and gently place her on the bed, turning her so she's on her side, in case she throws up and chokes and we don't have a bad time. When I'm sure she's okay, I turn around and see you waiting in the doorway. You obviously want to say something, but my face doesn't give you the opportunity to do so. I walk to the door, and you take a few steps back while I close it behind me, watching you silently for a few seconds. By my count, it's been more than three. Shit.

"Say it again," I say, approaching you. You take a few steps back and hit the wall.

"Say what again?" you murmur, looking up into my eyes. You look so vulnerable from here.

"You know what" I lean closer to your ear, brushing my lips against the thin skin. "That I'm jealous..."

I can feel you swallow and part your lips. "Are you?"

"Am I? Fuck..." I look down at your dress. "How could you wear that and let others look at you?" I look up into your eyes, which are burning with desire. "You know you've been only mine for a long time..."

My hands move to your legs and I begin to slowly raise them, pulling your dress up until it rests at your waist. You're wearing a red lingerie thong, and that drives me even further crazy.

"Who did you wear that for, huh?" My fingers play with the straps of your underwear. "Did you wear that for him... or for me?" I murmur, looking into your eyes.

You let out a light sigh, I've barely touched you and you're already going crazy "For you... always for you..."

That makes me smile and my fingers slowly slide the thong down your legs, and like a good girl you lift each foot for me so I can pull it all the way off.

"You learn quickly, very well." I take the piece of fabric in my hands and look at it. "Hm, just a few words and you're already wet?" I say, feeling the damp fabric between my fingers. "Fuck, I can't wait for my cock to be inside that pussy..."

I bring the fabric up to my nose and sniff it a little. "But... not so fast. I want to taste you first." That makes you let out a small moan, and I bring my index finger to my lips. "No, no, Sophie's on the other side of that door, she can't find out." I look back down at the thong. "Actually... I had a thought." My gaze returns to yours. "Open your mouth." It's more of a command than a request, and without hesitating for a second, you open your mouth. "Good girl..." I gently fold the piece of fabric and place it in your mouth. This makes you roll your eyes. “You like it? You like tasting yourself, hm?" You nod slightly, and I smile. "Good, be quiet, and Daddy will make you feel like you're on cloud nine, okay? Now it's my turn to taste you."

I bend down until my knees touch the floor and open your legs with my hands, giving me better accessibility and visual of your juices soaking your intimate area. I run a finger through your folds, and it makes you twitch, making me laugh. "So responsive, huh?" Your sounds are muffled by the piece of cloth in your mouth, but it's perfectly clear you're losing your mind. "You want my tongue in your pussy, right? In that tight, wet pussy... I'm sure it's so tight you won't even be able to take me all the way in." You move your hips toward me, letting me know you can't take it anymore. "Okay, okay, you're desperate, I get it... don't worry, sweetheart, I'm going to make you feel so good."

With nothing else to say, I sink my tongue into your folds and you let out a strangled cry. I manage to open your legs further and sink my mouth into you, savoring every inch. I pass over your clit and your legs tremble with pleasure. "Have I found your spot, sweetheart?" My mouth begins to work on it. I circle it with my tongue, sucking and applying pressure while holding you with one of my hands so you don't fall. With the other, I decide to move up the inside of your thighs to your pussy and without warning, I insert a finger, this makes you jump and grab onto my hair, sinking me deeper into you.

My finger moves at a fast pace as you throw your head back, if it weren't for the thong in your mouth I swear you'd be screaming right now. You're holding up well so I decide to slide another finger in, curling them inside you and making you cry out in pleasure. "Can you handle another one, sweetheart?" I murmur, looking slightly up. You look down at me and nod eagerly, so I don't wait another second to slide in a third finger. Fuck you're so tight my only thought now is how are you going to handle my cock.

I feel your walls start to clench around my fingers and decide to pick up the pace. "You're doing so good, hold on a little longer for me." I murmur before sinking my mouth back onto your clit, sucking on it vigorously. I run my tongue gently over it and then pull away, standing up while I still working on you with my hand. I continue to hold your hip with the other as I stand and look down at your eyes. "I wanna see your face when I make you cum, hm? Don't take your eyes off me." Your eyes are watery and full of lust, your moans echoing against the fabric of your thong. "Cum for Daddy, sweetheart."

My thumb joins the work, massaging your clit with good pressure and at a fast pace. You try to tilt your head back again, but I grab your hair with my other hand, making you look at me. "Eyes on me," I command as I slide my last finger in with difficulty, your walls tightening more.

Your legs start to shake, and the fabric can't suppress your sounds in any longer. Your eyes roll back into their sockets, and you can't hold it in anymore. You come hard, cumming into my hand, and I can't stop watching as you sob in pleasure. "Good girl..." I murmur as I continue pumping inside you, prolonging your orgasm as much as I can.

I catch you just as you're about to fall, putting an arm around your waist and holding you against me. I withdraw my fingers from inside you, and you let out a complain, making me laugh. I watch them for a moment, then look back at you, removing your thong from your mouth and replace it with my fingers. You close your mouth around and suck on them, tasting your juices. That makes me let out a little moan and i keep looking down at you, letting you take all the leftovers from my fingers.

"Come on, I'm not done with you yet." I take the fingers out of your mouth and grab your legs, throwing you over my shoulder and carrying you downstairs to the kitchen. I place you on the floor and push you towards the counter, making you lean over so your torso is on it. "You have no idea how many times I've pictured you here, bent over for me." I slide my hands over your ass and give it a squeeze, making you let out a little squeal. "Do you want my cock in your little pussy?" my hips come closer to your core, rubbing myself against you, making me moan. You nod quickly and I let out a small sigh. "The cat got your tongue, sweetheart? Words, I want words."

"Yes, please fuck me..." you murmur with your cheek on the counter, looking up at me with little eyes.

"Oh baby, I'm going to fuck you so good you won't even remember your name. I'm going to make you forget every fucking man who's ever been inside you, and your only memories will be of me..." my hands part your legs further, giving me a clear view of your pussy. My hard cock is straining against my pants, aching to be inside of you. I unbutton my pants and pull them and my boxers down to my feet. My cock is already at full strength and ready for action. I grab it with my hand while I continue to grab your ass with the other. Your juices run down your legs and it's the most beautiful scene I've ever seen in my life. "I don't want you to think about anyone else, just me... Who do you belong to, sweetheart?"

I run the tip through your folds and you let out a moan "To you... I belong to you... please..." you beg.

"Only I can fuck you, right?" I say, positioning the tip right at your entrance.

"Yes, only you, you're the only one for me, please Mr. Styles." you beg again and I smile.

"No, no, baby. What did I tell you to call me?" My hand squeezes your ass again and you jump a little.

"Harry... Harry—please," you moan, and I bite my lip at the sound of you. I knew I'd love the moment your lips moaned my name. I might even come just hearing you.

"Good girl… you sound so hot when you moan my name." Without warning, I thrust into you in one swift thrust, and you cry out, tears streaming down your cheeks. I raise my free hand to your mouth, covering it. "Remember Sophie's home... moan into my hand."

I begin to slowly move in and out of you, giving your pussy time to adjust to my length. You're so tight I'm afraid you might break at any moment, but you feel so good... fuck, I didn't even remember what this was like.

I increase the pace as our moans intertwine. The hand I had on your ass moves up inside your dress and I grab your breast, pinching your nipple with my fingers. My hand muffles your moans, and for a moment I don't care if anyone can hear us, so I withdraw it, letting you moan freely.

On top of that, you're the kind who likes to scream…

"You feel so good... so tight, so hot, and so wet, fuck, sweetheart, I could get used to this." I say between moans while I fuck you against the counter.

I move further in, trying to get you to take my full length. You let out another moan and grab onto the counter. "That's it, baby, take all of me, you're doing so well."

I throw my head back as I manage to fit my entire length inside you. I let out a sigh, giving myself a few seconds to compose myself, and then I continue with a measured rhythm.

I start to increase the pace again, my thrusts getting harder and faster, driving you to your edge. Your moans are the most beautiful thing I've ever heard, and I need more. One of my hands is still on your breast, the other gripping you right where I want it. The sound of our bodies colliding can be heard throughout the kitchen, echoing off the walls. If Sophie wakes up now, we're dead.

"We shouldn't do this..." you moan and I laugh a little.

I lean down close to your ear and whisper, "Then ask me to stop." With this I give another harder thrust and you moan louder, gripping the counter tighter "That’s what I thought...”

I start to feel your walls tighten around me again and your moans start to get louder and louder. "You're so loud... too loud. But I like it, I want to hear you scream for me. Tell me how much you like it, sweetheart. Tell me no one has ever made you feel like this."

"No one... you're the only one." Your breathing is ragged, you gasp for air with every thrust I give you.

“That’s it, sweetheart, take my cock in that little pussy of yours.” The hand holding you in place grabs your hair and pulls it back as I increase my pace. I lean in slightly to kiss your neck, while my other hand continues to pinch your nipple.

You cry out in pleasure as I continue to move inside you, your walls squeezing my entire cock. "Are you close?" I whisper in your ear, and you nod slightly. "Then come for me, sweetheart. Soak my cock with your juice."

Your body tenses at my words, and your back arches with pleasure. Your legs tremble, but I manage to grip your hips with both hands to keep you from falling. You remain clutching the counter as you come for the second time, your juices running quickly down your legs, soaking my cock. You let out a loud moan and collapse onto the counter. I continue moving inside you, prolonging your ecstasy a little longer.

"Fuck—" A few seconds later, I notice I'm coming too, and I withdraw my cock from inside your pussy. I grab it with my right hand and pump it for a few more seconds, finally reaching orgasm and cumming on your back. "Damn."

I lean against you, breathing fast, trying to return to normal. I move my hand up to your face and brush back some strands of hair that are covering your eyes. "Are you okay, sweetheart?"

You just laugh, making me smile. Now is when I should feel bad, but quite the opposite. I've felt so fucking good that I want to do it again and again, I want to feel you again.

"Come on, let's see what you can do with your mouth besides scream..." I say, slapping you on the ass and making you stand up. This isn't even close to over yet.

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[seasidefallenangel]

being fixated to you — that is the problem

they're so in love with you, but you just don't seem to get it ft. riddle rosehearts, jamil viper

notes: fluff, reader can't read between the lines, was playing amnesia and shin's whole "wanting to be seen as more than a little brother" thing... mhhhm

༄ riddle rosehearts:

napkins perfectly folded, pink flamingos elegantly roaming the lawn, hours spent practicing a tart recipe that you were sure to praise riddle for -

… instead replaced with you cooing at him like he’s some child.

“you’re so cute, rids!” you grin while pinching his cheek. if you were less close with him, you’d assume the cherry red of his face was from anger and not pure embarrassment. 

quite frankly, he’s at a loss. it couldn’t be more obvious that he loves you to the point of it hurting his chest. every attempt and compliment he gives you, earnest confessions of attraction, are simply met with laughs and something along the lines of him being, “like a cute, younger brother.”

it was mortifying.

setting his teacup on its plate, he grips the handle just a bit too tightly as his head hangs down. you’re about to ask if he’s okay when he mutters, “... is that really all you see me as?”

his hands slam on the arms of your chair and he leans in, eyes intense and expression deadly serious. it’s not as if riddle is a generally goofy person, but the sudden shift from your casual meet-up is a bit jarring.

“why do you refuse to take me seriously? am i not enough of a man for you?” he asks with desperation in his voice.

you’re taken aback at how earnestly he says it. there’s no hesitation nor even a hint of dishonesty in his words. such a blunt confession style isn’t really within his personality, but sevens is he tired of giving hints and pseudo-admissions of his unwavering devotion to you. 

“would you consider, even just once, that i truly have an interest in you?” he says, leaning in so close you would think he’s about to kiss you. he’d never do such a thing without explicit consent from you, but the thought of it is exhilarating. 

testing the waters, you offer him a teasing grin in response, boldly stating, “will you kiss me if i do?”

he freezes at your words, the severity of the situation sinking in - realizing just how much he’s invading your personal space. his typical red face is now a much softer shade of pink ; cuter, even. 

as the full weight of his actions invades every section of his brain, he opts to just mumble, “... maybe later,” before sitting back down and stewing in his own humiliation.

༄ jamil viper:

“you’re making a mess,” jamil chides you lightly, tenderly swiping a napkin across your cheek to clean the remnants of the dolma he made you for dinner. it was rare for scarabia’s dining hall to be deserted so early in the night, but you were grateful for a more peaceful setting than usual. (he told the entire dorm he’ll stick laxatives in every meal for the next month if a single one of them bothered you both tonight. none of them wanted to find out if he meant it.)

jamil’s eyes are trained on you while you lift the fork for another bite and a sigh follows him as more of the glaze drips down your mouth. he presses the napkin to you once more and quietly admonishes, “where would you be without me?”

you swallow and playfully poke his nose while responding, “lost, probably. you’re like a reliable baby brother, y’know?”

the smile on his face drops in an instant and he clenches his teeth, shutting his eyes for a few moments. the reaction is so unexpected that you’re unsure of how to even follow up until he speaks. “you’re an absolute fool.”

he slowly stands, placing his hands on the table with you in between them. his legs slot against your own and you can feel the wood from the table’s edge pressing into your back, but the pain doesn’t register as he gets closer to you.

“between you and kalim,” he says while holding your jaw between his thumb and pointer finger, “i must have a penchant for attracting idiots to my side. do you honestly think all of this was done simply in good faith and nothing else?”

to his credit, he has a point. jamil isn’t exactly a selfless person (not by choice, anyway) but he’s not easy to read either. if there was some kind of hidden intent, you sure as hell weren’t gonna find it.

“humor me for a moment,” comes his low voice while his forehead rests against yours. “if that’s all i’ll ever be to you, if you’ll never give me the grace of being viewed as a true suitor for your hand, then tell me now so i can stop wasting my time on inevitable failure.”

a proper answer evades you completely. jamil has never struck you as someone with romantic interest in anything, nevermind you specifically  — but that doesn’t mean you’re against being in a relationship with him.

“what if i do see you in that way, then?” you ask with a growing grin, curious to see how far this adrenaline rush will take him. 

when his lips eagerly descend onto yours, his thumb moving to press against the junction of your throat, you find out how tough it is to swallow your own words.

[kayshiftsrealities]

Things that happen in the night

Remmick x afab reader smut

Summary: An attractive unknown man shows up on your doorstep every night. Beggin to be let in. You deny him each time until tonight. {inspired by a conversation with a c.ai bot}

Content: 18+ nsfw, AFAB reader, human reader, smut, lots of it

Word count: 7,183

It was a hot summer night. Your ma and pa fast asleep in their room at the back of the house. The sound of crickets chirping in the distance. You stood inside at the front door, a familiar sound of the porch creaking. Your eyes lighting up with fear and excitement, knowing just who was approaching your door.

You waited on him every night. You couldn’t help but admit your attraction for the man that showed on your porch every night like clockwork. But you were cautious to not let him in. Having heard word of strange men from far away lands, needing let in to come into your home. Ma said they was the devil but this man didn’t seem like no devil to you. Just mysterious and alluring.

But you knew better than to invite him in, so each night you spoke between the screen door. The man always beggin to be let in, but after your denials he would stop and just started speakin in riddles.. And you couldn’t wait to find out what he would say tonight.

As you opened the door you were greeted by that familiar face, covered in the pale moonlight. Your heart beating faster as he spoke up. “Well now, ain’t you a sight…” his voice deep and ragged. Standing there in his button up, caked in sweat, the top few buttons being undone so you could see his chest.

Your breath hitched but you held back as much as you could. Standing tall and crossing your arms against your chest to cover yourself, as you were only wearing your thin nightgown. “You know you ain’t supposed to be here…” you said softly, looking back into the darkness of your home. Acting as if your pa would be walking out with his gun any minute now but you knew damn well that wasn’t the case.

While you usually broke this tough act fairly quick each night, you still stood your ground at first anyways.

Looking back as the man began to speak, “You say that darlin’, yet you here every night waiting on me like clockwork.” He said with a smirk on his lips. “You know what I want… just invite me in…” He said as his hand pressed against the screen door.

“You know I ain’t about to do that, sir.” You hummed, softly tightening your arms around your chest as you could see him eyeing your figure.

His voice went from demanding to begging as he spoke up again. “Darlin’, you really gon make a man beg? Cuz you know I will. Get down on my knees right here on this porch and beg for ya.”

You lifted your chin holding a stern glance, a spark of interest in your eyes wondering if he would actually do what he said.

“You question my words? I’ll say please real nice, so long as you show me what that voice of yours sounds like beggin back.” He said grinning wide as he watched your body shiver at his words.

Your legs tightened at his speak and you knew he noticed, but damn you couldn’t help but get riled up. He did this to you almost every night and yet it was like you was hearing it for the first time.

“Now darlin’ you keep playing at purity but we both know damn well that ain’t the truth, huh? I hear how you breathe when I’m ‘round…” he said as he dragged his nails down the screen door as he stepped closer. “It don’t take much to get you riled up now does it?” Biting his lip after he spoke.

You were close enough to feel the hotness of his breath against your face as he spoke to you. “Frankly, you don’t know me one bit, boy…” you said sternly as you tightened your body.

He huffed, amused. “You never even tell me your name, and we sure know each other plenty ways..” His eyes looked at you unhurriedly, slow and sinful. ”Don’t have to know a woman’s name to know she’s sweet.” He said as he clawed at the screen door separating you. “Don’t have to know a woman to know just how fast to make her tremble…”

You shivered as he spoke. His words melting in your ears like milk chocolate on a warm day.

Crossing your legs tightly, feeling… things for this man that comes to your door each night. Asking for permission to be let in and yet each night you deny him. You wonder the things the two of you could get into if you were to do so but you knew better.

“I… that’s no way to talk to a lady, sir.” You said clenching your legs at his words.

He laughed under his breath, rough and dark. “You really think I need to worry about manners when it comes to you, girl?” His thumb rubbing soft circles on the screen. Your skin was too warm. His eyes caught you clenching your legs tight.. he could see clear as day how the action made your nightgown ride up the bare length of your thighs.

His gaze burned lower, before it flicked up to meet yours. He knew exactly what you were thinking, what you were wanting.

You shiver as you watched his gaze. “Now what you gonna do to me if I let you in, hmm.” You ask with a forwardness, wanting to hear his words.

His eyes flickered, darkened just a bit at the confidence in your tone. He liked that, this wasn’t the normal back and forth that he was used to with you. He leaned forward, lips curling in a grin. When he pressed against the screen door, you swore you could feel the heat of him. “Darlin’,” he said slowly. “If you were to open that door.. I’m not sure I’d give you a chance to change your mind. I’d have you under me in seconds.”

You gasped at his words. “My ma and pa are home.. I couldn’t… I can’t.” You whisper softly, shocked at how forward he was being tonight but you couldn’t deny that you liked it and wanted to find out more.

He chuckled, all lazy smirk and hooded eyes. “They’re sleeping, aren’t they? Sound fast asleep, darlin’.” His hand moving to touch the wooden door frame. “You’re too sweet for me not to get a taste.”

You weren’t a stupid gal. “I ain’t gonna let you in… but maybe we could go somewhere more private…” you let your words linger. Wondering what this man would reply with. Something probably witty as usual.

He looked at you, surprised as you’d never made that offer before. Hell, this was the closest he’d ever gotten to getting you alone. “Go somewhere more private?” He asked, voice low and curious. “Why’s that, darlin'? Don’t want your mama hearing how high that voice of yours gets when I’m touching you just right?”

You swallowed your gasp at his words. Shifting your weight. Deciding to match his forwardness, you spoke up. “If I’m gonna be with you I wanna be able to make as much noise as I want, sir.”

Your words sent a jolt through him, straight to his core. He was surprised, to say the least but he recovered quickly, a slow smile spreading across his face. He leaned back against the wood frame, his shirt straining at the shoulders as he crossed his arms. “Is that right?” He drawled, dark eyes looming over you. “So you ain’t gonna let me in, but you’ll let me have my filthy way with you in the dark?"

He had a point. Maybe it was better to find out in the safety of your own home. Where your ma and pa were. In case the man tried to pull anything dangerous. At least you’d have them right there to run in with they guns. Chase him off. Out in the wilderness, no one would be there to save you from this mysterious man with dirty promises.

This night there was something different in the air and you actually thought about letting him in. God knows you needed some sweet release and this man was out here promising you sinful things. Taking a deep breath you raised your hand to turn the door handle. Really contemplating lettin’ him in.

His eyes widened as he watched you turn the door handle. His expression shifted to disbelief, you were actually about to let him in.

“Come on in… but bet I won’t waste no time shootin if you pull something stupid now, ya here?” You said as you began to crack the door open.

His gaze darkened with hunger, excitement, and perhaps a hint of victory. He wasted no time, slipping through the door as soon as the crack was wide enough. “Hell,” he chuckled, closing the door behind him. “Look at you, little miss. You’re full of surprises tonight.”

You immediately regretted allowing the man into your home but now it was just too fuckin late to take it back. Seeing how excited he was to be in, no barrier of the screen door protectin’ you now. You were extra curious to see what he had in store for you. Being forward you took his hand and spoke softly, “Come, my room right across the house. Far from my ma and pa’s room.”

He followed you, quiet footsteps padding across the wooden floor. His hand was warm, and it consumed your entire smaller one as you lead him. Your heart pounded in your ears, a mixture of excitement and guilt at what you were doing. The house was dark, only a sliver of moonlight streaming through the window as you made your way to your room, across the house, far from the risk of being heard.

As soon as you got into your room you turned and closed the door between the both of you. “You pull anything, and I’ll have you out of here faster than you can say a word.” You said as you glanced back at the gun propped up on the wall.

He chuckled, leaning against the wall with a casual ease. His eyes darkened as they flicked over the gun. “Darlin’,” he drawled, his tone still playful. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” His gaze returned to you, tracing over the curve of your figure beneath the thin fabric of your nightgown. It was sinful, you almost looked like an angel. “So,” he said softly, a hint of wickedness in his smile, “Where shall I start first?”

You tilted your head with a grin and stepped closer to him. “Mister, you seemed so sure of what you’d do to me. I’d be assuming that you would’ve gotten started already.” You said as you toyed with his sweat stained shirt.

He chuckled, enjoying your playful tone but also the feeling of your fingers working his shirt. “You’ve finally decided to be sweet with me, after how many nights of denying me?” He teased, raising an eyebrow as his own hands came to rest on your hips. He pulled you towards him until the two of you were pressed right up against each other, barely any space between. He tilted your chin up, his expression growing more serious as he spoke, “You’re trouble, little miss.”

You gasped as he pulled you close. You could feel his heat through his clothes and his muscles against the fabric. “And what do you do to gals like me? Troublesome gals… hmm?” You said in a sultry tone, your eyes so close to his you could see them glimmering in the moonlight.

“Troublesome gals need a firm hand.” He murmured, his head dipping down to brush his lips against the shell of your ear. His hand coming off your hip and making contact with your bottom, gripping it tightly as if he never wanted to let go of it.

You gasped into his ear, sending waves of pleasure through his body just at the sound of ya. “Reckless gals like you get taught a lesson.” He said as his lips curled into a smile. His hand squeezing your behind while the other gripped your hip.

“Then teach me then won’t ya..” you murmured through soft moans at his touch. Your bodies pressed against each other so that you could feel his excitement growing against your waist. Your hands coming up to rub his muscular arms.

He shuddered at your words, and the feeling of your hands on him. You could feel the muscles in his arms tense beneath your touch as he slowly moved you towards the bed. “Oh, little miss,” he drawled, his voice gravelly and full of warning. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.” He pushed you gently back onto the mattress, following you down until he was hovering above you, both of you bathed only in the soft glow of the moonlight.

You let out a quiet yelp as you were pressed down onto the mattress. “I know exactly what I’m asking for, sir. So do it.” You said before leaning your head up so that your mouth was close to his. Biting his bottom lip and tugging it with your teeth.

He inhaled in surprise, his breath catching in his chest as your teeth bit into his lip. His gaze darkened, pupils blown out as he loomed over you, the expression on his face a mixture of warning and desire. “You’re a tease.” He said lowly, voice rough with barely restrained need. “You think I’m gonna let that slide, darlin’?” He moved his weight forward, pressing more of himself against you, his body hot and solid as he pinned you to the bed.

You gasped as he pressed himself against your body, your thighs pressing together tightly. That familiar sensation between your legs. “No sir..” you smirked as your hands explored his muscular back.

He chuckled lowly, the sound almost a growl as he felt your legs press together beneath him. His own body reacted, his jeans suddenly far too tight as he pushed his hips into the apex of your thighs. His head dropped, his mouth finding the sensitive flesh of your neck and shoulders. You could feel his breath against your skin, heavy and hot, as he left behind a trail of kisses. "Naughty girl," he murmured, his breath catching as he felt the soft press of your body against his. "You're gonna be the death of me, darlin'."

Your body shuddered feeling how hard he was against you and god it felt good to have a man’s lips on your sensitive skin. Not havin felt the touch of another man in longer than you could remember. You moaned out feeling his teeth graze your neck in between his kisses, “Oh god mister…”

He groaned at the sound of your moan, his lips trailing over your neck, moving up to your jawline and grazing your earlobe. His hand came to cup your chin, tilting your face upwards to meet his gaze. His eyes were all dark desire, his expression nearly feral. "Say it again," he demanded softly. "I want you to say my name when you moan like that, little miss."

“Mister..” you moaned into his ear. “I don’t even know your name..” you said as your loosen your legs from one another and wrapped a leg around his waist, pulling his excitement closer to your core.

He inhaled sharply, a rough sound of surprise and desire as you pulled him in tight with your leg. He chuckled, the sound low and rough. "You want my name, little miss?" He asked, his fingers tracing over your jaw. "You want to know what name you'll be moaning in the dark?"

“Yessir…” your voice hummed in his ear as your chest heaved, nipples hard and poking through your thin nightgown. Feeling him so close, was a long time coming. All those nights of talk through the screen door.

He inhaled again, a sharp intake of air, his body shuddering against you. He was so close to losing control, to taking what he'd been craving for so many nights. Your voice in his ear and the feeling of your body, pressed so tightly against his. "It's Remmick." he growled, his voice rough and full of need. "That's the name you're gonna be moanin', darlin'. Remember it."

“Remmick…” you repeated his name back to him. A name you could never forget. “Oh I’ll remember.” You said as you shifted your body, using your leg for leverage and turned till you flipped him over. Remmick now on his back and you on top of him. Pressing him down onto the mattress.

He let out a surprised huff as you flipped around, finding himself laying flat on his back and you straddling his waist. His hands instinctively came up to your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he stared up at you. "You're full of surprises," he chuckled, the sound low and ragged. His dark eyes looked over your face, taking in the sight of you poised above him. He was more than willing to let you stay in control, for now at least.

“Oh yes I am, sir. You’re gonna find out a lot about me tonight…” you said before you pressed your lips against his, hard and lustful, straddling his hardness.

He groaned into the kiss, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he eagerly returned your passion. Remmick couldn't get enough of the taste of you. It was everything he'd fantasized about, and more. His body pressed against yours, his erection pulsing against your core. His hands moved up under your nightgown, palming the bare flesh of your thighs. He pulled away from your lips, breath ragged. "You gonna drive me crazy, little miss."

You pressed your core hard against him, shifting your hips ever so slightly. Driving him wild. “Don’t ya want to know my name?” You question with your head tilted. Your hands placed on either side of his head, thumb coming up to stroke his hair.

He grunted, the sound rough and needy, his head tilting back as he felt you press against him, the friction driving him wild. "Oh darlin'," he panted, his body tense and hot beneath you. "You know I do. I want to know every damn thing about you. But you're making it damn hard to focus. You're a wicked little thing, aren't you?"

You smirked at how flustered you got this man. Leaning down to softly kiss his neck, then coming back up to straddle him. “The name’s y/n..” You said as your hands came back to grip the bottom of your nightgown and began to lift it up so that you were straddling Remmick as bare as the day you were born.

His eyes widened as you straddled him without a stitch of clothing. His mouth ran dry as he took in the sight of you, bare and beautiful in the soft moonlight. "Y/n…” he repeated, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Goddamn, you're perfect. I could look at you all night." His hands moved to your thighs, his touch reverent as they traced and explored your skin. "I don't know how I got this lucky, darlin'. You're a vision."

“Good thing we’ve got all night then huh?” You whispered as your hands traced the buttons of his shirt. “Seems unfair I am the only one without clothes now, doesn’t it?”

He chuckled, his hands still roaming over the bare skin of your thighs, fingers tracing idle patterns over the softness of your flesh. "Can't argue with that logic, sweetheart," he murmured. His shirt, wrinkled and damp from the summer heat, suddenly felt too tight. His body was on fire for you, every nerve burning with need. He wanted to feel your skin against his. "You gotta get that damn thing off of me then."

You wasted no time unbuttoning his shirt and ripping it off him. A wetness growing between your legs as you took in the sight of his bare chest beneath you. Tossing his shirt somewhere in the room, without care for where it landed as long as it was off his body. You then went to work unbuckling his belt and slipping it from the loops of his pants. Quickly and hastily unbuttoning his pants. Lifting yourself up off him so he could slide them down and kick them off his feet.

He gasped at your quickness and looked up at you with needy beggin eyes. Wanting you to take the last of his clothing off, his boxers tight against his hardness and you smirked as you did just as he wanted.

His body was all hard planes and muscles, defined and built from manual labor. The sight of him naked and lying on your bed, was a vision you didn't ever want to forget. He watched you, his eyes roaming over your body with a predatory intensity that made your breath catch in your chest. He could see the way you grew slick and needy with each passing moment, and it drove him wild with desire.

Before you could hold back your words you spoke out to him, “I want you. I need you inside me, Remmick. So goddamn bad.” Your wet core rubbing itself against the length of him.

His breath hitched in his chest at the sound of your words. He could feel your body trembling above him, your need clear and undeniable. "Jesus... You gonna kill me," he muttered, his hands roaming over your thighs, moving higher, closer to that place that ached and pulsed with need. "Are you sure, darlin'?" He asked, his voice rough and ragged. "Once I have you, I won't be letting you go. You'll be mine, completely."

“I’m quite sure… sir.” You said aching with desire. Waiting for his next move as your slick wet his hardness. He grunted, the sound somewhere between desire and surrender. Those words, your desire, it was too much. He couldn't resist anymore. His eyes locked with yours, dark with lust. "You're gonna be the death of me." He said again. "But oh god, what a way to go."

You chuckled at his words as your hand came down to guide him into you, lowering yourself every so slowly onto him. The feeling of him stretching you out made you moan out. The tightness of him inside you burned but it was one of pleasure.

He bit back a curse, his head falling back against the sheets as he felt you around him. Your wetness enveloping him, it was overwhelming. He held on to your hips tightly, his body trembling at the pleasure of your touch. He lifted his head, his eyes locked on your face, taking in the sight of you. He'd never seen something more perfect, more beautiful than you in that moment. "Jesus..." He panted.

You began to slowly rock your hips, adjusting to his size. Hot breaths exchanged between the both of you. He watched you, his gaze full of both adoration and desire as you slowly rocked against him, his body tensing at the delicious friction. He was so hard it nearly hurt, but your heat was just what he needed.

He reached up with one hand, gripping the back of your neck and pulling you down to him, pressing his chest flush against you. He kissed you, deep and hard, desperate for more of you. Only breaking the kiss to speak up, "Baby, you feel so good." He murmured against your lips.

You kissed him back with a passion that you had not ever felt before. Your kisses sloppy and wet. Tongue running against his teeth. Wanting more of him. Your hips rocking to the perfect pace as you rode him. “Remmick.. god you’re perfect inside me.”

His breath hitched in his chest, his body burning with need at your words. The way you moved against him, slow and easy, it was like nothing else in the world mattered but the two of you, in this moment. He ran his hands over your body, desperate to touch every inch of you as he kissed you back, "Oh honey," he murmured, his voice a ragged husk. "You're the one who's perfect. I could stay like this forever."

Not having had a moment like this is forever you began to run out of stamina, your body twitching against his but you tried your best to keep up the pace. Wanting to please this man in all the ways possible.

He could tell you were struggling to keep up, your body trembling and tensed against him. He could see the exhaustion in your eyes, but also the determination to please him. He smiled softly, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, gently stroking your skin. "Baby, let me take over." He said softly. "Let me do the work for now."

Pressing your face into his palm, you pleaded with him. “Please. Do whatever you want to me Remmick.”

His eyes darkened at your words, a low growl rising from his throat. He lifted you up, carefully rolling you onto your back and pinning you to the mattress. He loomed over you now, his expression feral and possessive. "Whatever I want, huh?" He asked, his voice a deep rumble. "Oh darlin' you have no idea what kind of trouble you're getting yourself into."

“I want you so bad. Please.” You cried with excitement and neediness as you now looked up at him. Pressing your waist up against him and your hands came up to grip his muscular back.

He growled, the sound deep and feral, his body responding to your every move. He could hardly take it anymore, needing you so desperately that it hurt. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a hot, possessive kiss. "You're mine," he growled. "You hear me? You're all mine." He rolled his hips hard against you, his hardness pressed against your core. "Say it, darlin'. I want to hear you say it."

“Yes I’m all yours Remmick..” you moaned, as he slid right into you as if you were meant to be one, one flesh. He grunted, his body tensing at the feeling of you around him once more. It was heaven, and he never wanted to leave it.

He pulled you tight against him, his hands roaming over your curves, mapping every inch of your body with his touch. "That's right, baby," he murmured, his voice rough and ragged. "You're mine. All mine. And I'm gonna make sure you never forget it." He began to move inside of you, slow and deep, taking his time to savour each second of it. Feeling your tight walls around him.

“Oh baby. You feel so good inside me.” You moaned into his ear. Your nails digging into his back so hard they drew blood as he quickened his pace to the point he was now pounding into you. And god it felt so good. Being used and abused by him.

His breath caught in his chest at your words, your touch lighting his body ablaze. He was on edge, his control slipping away with every dig of your fingers, every soft moan from your lips. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" He panted, his mouth roaming over your neck and shoulders, leaving behind a trail of hot, wet kisses. "I've been wanting you for so damn long."

You could feel his movements becoming staggered and knew he was close to his release. You bucked your hips up to help his thrusts as you gasped and moaned into his ear. “I’ve wanted you since the first day you showed up on my porch, Remmick…”

His body shuddered at your words, the sound of your soft whispers sending him careening towards the edge. He groaned, his arms tightening around you, holding you close and tight as he thrust deep into you. "Oh god, darlin'," he panted, "You don't know what you do to me." He buried his face into your neck, breathing ragged, desperate breaths as he teetered on the brink. "I can't hold on much longer," he warned you, his voice rough and ragged.

“It’s ok baby. Release. Let it all go inside me.” You encouraged him, wanting to be filled with his release. This causing him to groan out, his body trembling as he finally let go, his climax washing over him in a wave of hot, shuddering bliss.

"Oh god, darlin'," he panted, his body shaking as he held you tightly. "You're so damn perfect." You smiled at him as you brought your wrist up to your forehead to wipe the sweat from your brow. “Now be a gentleman and clean a girl up…” you said as you looked down between your legs.

He sat up, moving down to your legs, his fingers tracing the lines of your thighs. "I guess I do owe you, huh?" He drawled, his voice low and rough.

You watched his every move, his body covered in sweat and his muscles shining in the moonlight. You couldn’t get over how attractive this man was and you wanted more and more of him. “Mhm… I’d say so..” you said with a smirk as you watched him move between your legs.

He stayed there for a moment, his thumbs rubbing eerily close to your core but not touching it just yet, his face lowering closer and closer between your legs but not giving you what you so desperately wanted.

Your hands reached down to rub his shoulders and you tilted your head back and closed your eyes. “Please. Remmick.” You pleaded as your hips came up trying to make contact with his face but he held you down so you couldn’t get what you wanted just yet.

He chuckled, his hands holding your thighs down, keeping you in place. "Look how eager you are for it. Begging me for it. It's hard to resist you, darlin'.. but I wanna see you squirm a little longer.." He leaned in, his lips brushing against your thigh, his breath hot on your skin. "You're gonna have to wait, baby. I'm not gonna give you what you want just yet.."

You groaned out “Fuck Remmick! Enough teasing! I need you so badly baby.” Your body squirming with each touch of the man. “I want to feel that filthy mouth of yours on me.

He grinned, his lips moving even closer to your core. "What was that, baby?" He asked, his voice low and rough. "You wanna feel my mouth on you?" His mouth ghosted over your core, his breath hot against your skin. "You gonna beg for me to give it to you?"

“Yes oh yes please Remmick…I want that mouth all over me. I want you to taste my sweetness. I’m so wet for you, can’t you see. Please give a poor girl like me some lovin..”

He groaned at your words, his resolve quickly disappearing. "Goddamn, darlin', you're driving me crazy." He muttered, his lips so close to where you wanted him. He lowered his head, his hot breath on your flesh. "I need to taste you, baby. I need to have you on my tongue. Are you ready for me?"

“Yes. God yes I’m so ready.” You panted at his touch and he could hear the desperation in your voice, the need and desire obvious to him. He knew he couldn't tease you any longer. He needed to give you what you wanted. He pressed his lips against your core, his tongue slipping out to taste you. You were so sweet and so wet, he couldn't get enough of you. He began to work his tongue inside you.

“Fuck…” you moaned out feeling his tongue in you. Your legs instinctually wrapping around his head to pull him even closer into your core and he groaned as you did so. He was lost in you, consumed by the taste of you. He felt as if he could do this forever, never getting tired of the way you responded to him.

He ran his tongue over you, his motions slow and deliberate, wanting to draw out every last bit of pleasure he could give you. He could tell how badly you needed this, by the way your body trembled under his touch.

“Goddamn, Remmick. You sure know what you’re doing.” You moaned and groaned as he worked his tongue on you. Your body wriggling at his touches.

He groaned into you, the sound muffled against your flesh. He couldn't get enough of the way you tasted, the way you moved against him. He wanted to bring you to the edge and then keep you there as long as he could. His hands dug into your thighs, keeping you right where he wanted you. This was all he ever wanted, you, right here, in his hands. He worked his tongue against your core, his pace quickening.

You could feel yourself getting close already. Your desire and need for this handsome stranger was so strong. Something about him. Just was so alluring to you and the way he worked his mouth on your core was enough to drive you crazy.

He could sense how close you were, how your body trembled and tensed as he worked his mouth against you. He wanted to drive you over the edge, feel you come apart at the touch of his tongue. He was addicted to the taste of you, addicted to the sound of your moans, the way you gasped and writhed at the sensations he was creating.

You moaned loudly but his hand came up quickly to cover your mouth as to keep you from waking your folks. You couldn’t help but suck on the skin of his calloused hand that was covering your mouth. Driving him wild. Your release inching closer and closer by each second.

He groaned loudly at the feeling of your mouth on his hand, your tongue against his skin. He could feel the way your body tensed beneath him, he was so close to bringing you over the edge. He increased his pace, his mouth working tirelessly against your core.

The way he worked his mouth on you had you right on the edge of your release. Every time you felt as if you were going to come for him, he did something different with his mouth yet still so pleasurable. It halted your release and you begged him, “Please Remmick…”

He chuckled, the sound low and rough before speaking against you. "I'm gonna make you feel so damn good, baby. I'm gonna make you remember this night for the rest of your life." He looked up at you, his eyes dark and filled with desire. "You're gonna come for me, aren't you baby?" He pulled his hand back from your mouth to let you speak. “Mhm. I’m so close baby.”

He could see the need in your eyes, the way you trembled and squirmed beneath him. He was driving you crazy, and he knew it. He loved having this power over you, the power to bring you to the edge and keep you there as long as he wanted. "I want to hear you say it, baby." He murmured, his mouth close to your core. "Say it."

“God yes. I’m gonna come for you, sir. So goddamn hard. I feel it. Just keep going on like that on my puss.” You begged.

He groaned at your begging, the sound low and animalistic. He knew he had you just where he wanted you, desperate and needy. He loved seeing you like this, his control over you complete. "That's it, baby. Moan for me. I want to hear you when you come." He said before he put his mouth on you again, his tongue licking and teasing you, his hands grasping your hips tightly to keep you right where he wanted you.

You felt yourself growing close to your release as he picked back up licking your core. “Fuck Remmick. I’m gonna come.” You pleaded for him to keep up his pace. And soon enough you felt yourself climaxing and releasing all over his dirty mouth.

He felt your climax, felt your body tense and shiver as it crashed through you. He kept his mouth on you, prolonging your pleasure as long as he could. He wanted to make it last forever, to draw out every last moment of ecstasy from you. Finally, he pulled away, lifting his head from your thighs as he looked up at you. He was watching your face, watching how your expression shifted as you came down from your climax. "You taste so good, baby."

Panting from your release you looked down at him, your chest heaving, legs shaking around him. Your hands cupping his cheeks and pulling his face up so that he crawled up your body and was face to face with you. “Let me have a taste…” you said as your eyes trailed down to his lips.

He obeyed you, crawling up your body so he was face to face with you, his body pinning you to the bed. He smiled down at you, a wicked gleam in his eyes. When you told him to let you have a taste, he knew exactly what you wanted. He leaned down, his lips just barely touching yours. "You wanna taste yourself on my mouth, baby?"

“Mhm… real bad.” You said as you pressed your lips against his, tongue running along his lips, getting a taste of your juices and his release mixed together. He groaned into your mouth, the taste of you on his tongue driving him mad. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours, his body pressed flush against yours. He shifted his weight on top of you, his legs entwined with yours as he pulled away from the kiss.

"Goddamn, you're something else, you know that?" He purred, his hands roaming over your body. “Oh I know baby. There ain’t no one else out there like me.” You said with utter confidence. Hands exploring his bare back, feeling his raised skinned from where you scratched him with your nails.

He chuckled, the sound rough and raw. "Don't I know it, darlin.'" He said, his eyes looming over your body, taking in every inch of you. He could feel your fingers tracing over his blood stained back. "You're gonna drive me wild." He said with a chuckle.

“Oh that’s what I plan on doing, baby…” you said with a smirk before you turned your head to look out the window. “Sun’s coming up soon… you gotta leave don’t ya…?” You pouted. Knowing every time the sun rose Remmick was quick to disappear.

He sighed, his smile fading as he too looked out the window, noticing the first hues of light beginning to touch the horizon. He didn't want to leave, he really didn't, but he knew he had to. "Yeah... I do." He said, his expression turning sad as he looked back at you. "I'll be back tonight though. I promise. I hate leaving you... you know that.."

“Long as I get to see you at nightfall… I’ll be ok. Wish I could keep you here in this bed all day though…” You said sadly, seeing the genuine sadness on Remmick face made you even sadder.

He chuckled softly, his expression softening as he reached up to tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your face. "Yeah... I know. Trust me, sweetheart. I'd love nothing more than to just lie here all day…” His thumb traced the curve of your jaw, his touch warm and tender. "And at night, I'll come to you. Every single night."

“And I’ll be waiting on you each night.. now that you’ve been invited in maybe I’ll wait naked in my bed. Have you come surprise me…” you smirked as you looked at him, pressing your head into his touch.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, your words making his body react in an instant. He pressed himself closer to you, his body hot and needy, your scent surrounding him. "You trying to drive me crazy, darlin'? Cuz it's working." He muttered, his eyes darkening with lust. His fingers gripping your chin tightly between his thumb and forefinger.

You could see him getting worked up again and as much as you wanted to go for another round, you knew how important it was that he was gone by sunrise so you looked down. “Go on and get before we start something we can’t finish..”

He let out a low grumble of disappointment, but he knew you were right. He had to go, as much as he hated to leave your side. He took one last long look at you, your body laid out underneath him, a look of desire on your face, and he knew he had to leave before he got too distracted. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours in a quick, chaste kiss, his hands reluctant to let you go. "I gotta go, baby. See you tonight."

“See you tonight Remmick.” You said with sadness yet excitement for what was to come at sunset.

He lingered for just a moment, his eyes drinking in your face, committing it to memory. And then he finally stood up from the bed, the loss of his body heat making you shiver. "I'll be counting the minutes," he said as he began to dress, his eyes still on you, your naked body laying on the bed.

You nodded and frowned at the loss of his body heat. The coldness of being the only one in the bed made you grab the bed sheets and wrap them around your body as you sat up to watch him dress.

He dressed quickly, his hands moving fast as he tossed his shirt over his head and buttoned up his pants. He couldn’t look away from you, the sight of you wrapped in nothing but those sheets making his body ache with need. He had to have you again, but he knew he couldn’t. With a low groan, he forced himself to turn away, taking a deep breath to try and get his bearings. And with that he was off to god knows where…

[reidarkholme]

PROLOGUE — synopsis | Owen Taylor, a new professor from your class assigned a thesis project right at the start of semester and due next week. Burdened by the amount of paperworks to do, your only solace is a pack of cigarette and your secret “spot”.

CONTAINS❕: age gap, owen taylor × reader, smoking, forbidden attraction, teacher’s pet, vivid description of matured contents, no use of y/n, erotic fanfiction

WORD COUNT : 3.4k

WARNING❕: MDNI

▫️ AUTHOR’S NOTES : Based on “The Starling Girl” played by Lewis Pullman. This is my first time writing a fanfiction with R18+ contents. English is not my first language, please do understand that there may be ungrammatical errors made. BEST VIEW ON DARK MODE !

other social: @d4rkholme on tiktok — an edit based on this story is posted already on my account, you can check it out. <3

It’s been a hell of a week and I haven’t even finished my thesis yet. I am so piled up with schoolworks that I even forgot what it was like to socialize with people, but I don’t have many friends who I can talk and banter with. So, I just sit here in my room with my laptop and a cigarette on hand to lessen the stress that I’m feeling while working on my paper that I have to pass next week.

I rolled my eyes out of frustration and shut my laptop. I checked the time and it’s already two in the afternoon, I have a class at three.

This professor that I will be attending class on has only been here since the second semester started and just casually gave us a thesis to work on, isn’t he just a bundle of joy? But, I’m not going to deny… He’s kind of attractive compared to other professors I had for the past two years I’ve been here at this school. Tall, maybe he’s about six feet, muscles are perfectly defined and doesn’t look exaggerated, slicked back hair, wears a polo shirt that fits him just fine, smells like… I don’t know what brand he’s using but it’s definitely not cheap. Looking at him from head to toe, he’s the accurate figure of what a man should look like. Not some guy who thinks full of himself while looking like trash and treats people, especially women, as some kind of punching bag.

As soon as I stepped foot in the hallway, I instantly went to my class and sat on an empty chair far from everyone. I don’t want to socialize–I am overstimulated because of this paperwork.

Before I even put my earphones on, he came into the room, “Good afternoon.” His voice was mildly loud and sharp enough to make me roll my eyes once again because of irritation. I only hate him because he gave us paperwork like this, but what else could I do? Throw hands at him? Only if I could, I would.

I didn’t even notice that he caught me eye-rolling at him. “Is there any problem?” He said, looking directly at me while placing his book and papers on the table.

Of course I play dumb. “Me…?” I said. “Yes, you. Who else might I be referring to? You’re the only one who’s sitting there far away from your classmates,” he replied.

I sarcastically replied, “There is, in fact, no problem.” I faked my smile.

He seemed not to be content with my answer, but he just went lecturing about a new lesson for today and added some suggestions to put in our paper just in case we haven’t done it yet. But, did I mention I listened to everything he said? Right. I didn’t, because I was busy studying his figure… I don’t know what’s gotten into my mind but I feel like I’m being slowly pulled to him, like some kind of magnetic force that an equation or anything about science could not even explain. I’m still irritated by him, though.

It’s already five o’clock and his class just finished. Before I could even step outside of the door, he called my name and asked me, “How’s your paper?” Really? Why not ask how I am instead of the paper, I thought. “Going pretty well,’’ I replied. “Good, because that will help you to finish your studies,” he said, as he put his book and papers inside of his crossbody bag.

I nodded and gave him a bitter smile. “Yeah, I know.” I didn’t even wait for him to say anything back and just went outside already.

A cigarette could really be a good use to free myself from stress. I have a perfect spot to smoke after class whenever I feel stressed, which I do every time. It’s been a coping mechanism since I was in high school and I could never seem to get it out of my system.

Without hesitation, I lit my cigarette and covered it with my left hand so the fire won’t be blown by the wind.

After inhaling it three times with my eyes closed while leaning on the brick, I was startled by a familiar voice. “Still got some?”

I turned around and recognized it’s my professor from my class… Owen Taylor. I almost threw away my cigarette when he saw me. “Holy shi–” I paused, “I’m… I’m really sorry, I won’t do this again. Just promise me you won’t tell it to the dean.” I pleaded. I feel embarrassed that I want to be eaten alive right now.

He looks unfazed. “I just said if you still got some but you straight up get worried.” He paused for a second, maintaining eye-contact, “So, are you going to hand me one or not?” He handed out his hand from his pocket.

Still startled from what just happened, I grabbed a pack of my cigarettes in my pocket and handed him one of it.

He puts the cigarette on his lips, but he’s still not lighting it up. “Are you just going to let it be like this or will you light it up for me?” He asked, putting away the cigarette from his lips.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. Here.” I said as I handed him my lighter.

He took the lighter from me and lit up his cigarette. Oh, God, I’ve never seen a man who lit up a cigarette effortlessly making it look… I don’t know. Hot? Maybe. But, that’s weird to be fascinated by. He’s my professor and it’s wrong to think of him that way. God forbid a woman who finds anything attractive, especially if it’s acted out by an attractive man, I thought.

There’s a minute of silence before he speaks, “When did you start?” He said as he took a puff.

I instantly understood his question. “Since high school. Just a coping mechanism and not just to be seen as cool by other kids.” I said as I inhaled mine.

“I see.” He nodded.

We didn’t do much talking and just went to finish smoking. We just stand beside each other as we inhale every nicotine we have.

He breaks the silence, “Thank you,” he said. “Yeah, no problem. Just don’t tell anyone from school then we’ll be fine.” I nodded.

He chuckled. “Is that a threat?”

I answered, “No, but if you perceive it that way… Maybe, yes.”

As we were walking away from that “spot” the rain started to pour. Shit, I forgot to bring an umbrella with me, my bag is going to be soaked and my laptop’s inside, I thought as I frowned my brows and looked at the ground getting wet.

He stopped walking and looked at me with concern. “You don’t have an umbrella with you?”

As much as I hate to admit it. “Yeah… I forgot.”

“I have my car with me parked near here, you want a ride?” He offered.

I really wanted to refuse but I am caught with this situation with nothing but his offer. “Okay… sure.” I said as I followed him walking towards his car.

He opened the door for the passenger seat, I didn’t know he’s a gentleman. I thought he was just some kind of teacher to put some stress on his students. Judged him too far, I think.

He closed the car door for me and went to sit on the driver’s seat. I’m too focused on checking my laptop forgetting that I need to put my seatbelt on. “Buckle up, the road’s slippery.” He commanded.

After I buckled up, he started to drive. His attention was too focused on the road so the ride just went silent until the rain started to pour heavily so that he had to idle his car.

“We have to wait for the rain to subside, I can’t risk us getting into an accident,” he said.

I didn’t say anything, I just rested my head on the window beside me, watching and listening to the rain downpour.

Minutes passed by and the rain is still ongoing. When will this end? I need to go home and finish my thesis, I thought.

I noticed him moving from my peripheral vision, he turned the music on.

The mirror’s image tells me it’s home time

But I’m not finished, ‘cause you’re not by my side

And as I arrived I thought I saw you leavin’

Carryin’ your shoes

Decided that once again I was just dreamin’

Of bumpin’ into you

“You listen to Arctic Monkeys?” I asked as he hummed along with the music.

“Hmm, yeah. How ‘bout you? A fan of ‘em?” He asked, turned to look at me after staring at his front windshield for God knows how long.

Now, it's three in the mornin’

And I’m tryna’ change your mind

Left you multiple missed calls

And to my message, you reply

“Why’d you only call me when you’re high?”

“Hi, why’d you only call me when you’re high?”

“Yeah, I am.” I said, as I looked into his eyes. Those eyes… those eyes that could make you crippling your sheets–Oh, oh, no. Enough, I thought. I covered my face with shame.

He looks confused. “What’s wrong?” He frowned his brows.

“Nothing… Just shrugging a thought,” I nervously replied, but I somehow managed to hide my nervousness. If I really did…

“And what those thoughts got something to do with looking at me for too long?” His voice snapped me back to reality and made me realize I stared at him for too long.

Somewhere darker, talkin’ the same shite

I need a partner, (High) well are you out tonight?

It’s harder and harder to get you to listen

More I get through the gears

Incapable of makin’ alright decisions

And having bad ideas

His voice echoed in my ears. “Are you having ideas?”

I gulped, not knowing what to answer. I looked away from him but he cupped my chin with his left hand. The hand that he used to smoke earlier, it still smells marlboro red.

“What ideas…?” I asked weakly.

“You know what,” he said, his voice became deep and raspy.

Now, it’s three in the mornin’

And I’m tryna’ change your mind

Left you multiple missed calls

And to my message, you reply (Message, you reply)

I chuckled shakily. “Are you high?” I asked.

“Why’d you only call me when you’re high?”

(Why’d you only call me when you’re)

His tone seems confused at the same time. “High?”

“Hi, why’d you only call me when you’re high?”

We stared at each other, waiting for one of us to make a move. The tension is palpable inside of his car. I can smell his breath, his perfume, I can see the details of his hair looking soft with a sense of rawness in every strand. The way his eyes blink at the same time as mine. The way my heart pounds at every second his face gets closer with me. I’m not turning away from him which made me question myself. He’s thirty-two years old and I’m only twenty-one. This can’t be happening–I am dreaming but I’m not…

In a flash of two seconds, his lips pressed on mine. I can feel its softness and the way it devours me. I kissed back… I know I shouldn’t, but here I am.

And I can’t see you here, wonder where I might

It sort of feels like I’m runnin’ out of time

Our lips continue to savour every taste, not wasting any saliva. He slides his tongue inside of my mouth. The way our tongues dance with each other is enough to send shivers down my spine. I can feel my entrance getting wet as he touches my left leg with his right hand and his left hand at my nape while making out with me.

His kiss gets deeper and deeper at every second and I fear I might run out of breath. The music still plays while we’re doing an unholy act. What a perfect song for a perfect time.

I haven’t found all I was hopin’ to find

You said you gotta be up in the mornin’

Gonna have an early night

I let out a huge breath after he released his mouth to mine, his lips went down on my neck… A part of my body I considered to be more sensitive than my entrance. I grip his hair signaling for him to suck deeper which he did. This man is going to be the end of me.

And you’re startin’ to bore me, baby

“Why’d you only call me when you’re high?”

He stopped for seconds to pull my shirt up and threw it away at the backseat. I did the same thing with him, I unbuttoned his polo shirt and saw his majestic deliciously carved body. He has the perfect shape I wanted.

“Why’d you only ever phone me when you’re high?”

“Why’d you only ever phone me when you’re high?”

“Why’d you only ever phone me when you’re high?”

“Why’d you only ever phone me when you’re (high)?”

The song stopped, then we realized what we were doing. “Are we going to continue this?” He asked, breathing heavily.

I nodded unhesitatingly. “Are you sure?” He asked again.

As soon as he got the answer which I think he wanted to hear, he scooted over in the backseat. I did the same as well.

I laid down and found myself being dominated by this man. He started to unbuckle his belt and unzipped his pants. I also started to take off my underwear but I still haven’t unhooked my bra. He leaned over me and I can feel his manhood bulging and ready to be released from being caged in his pants.

His breath is hot as fire as he breathes, I can feel it in my ears as he kisses my neck again. His right hand slowly went from holding my hair to going down on my abdomen to tracing my legs using his middle and ring finger, teasing my insides.

I sighed out of frustration at being teased. “Touch me…” I said, breathing shakily.

He seems to not have heard what I said. I grabbed his wrist and put it in my center, started grinding and made it more wet than ever.

“Ohh… Slow down.” He said between the kisses.

He breaks the kisses and rises up. “Unhook your bra.” He commanded.

I arched my brow, teasing him. “Why don’t you unhook my bra?”

He looks at me seriously. “Are you going to follow or not?” He said, voice low and raspy.

I took a little sigh and unhooked my bra. It felt like freedom to remove this thing from me. I’ve never been a fan of wearing a bra, so I only wear a shirt whenever I’m at home.

He leaned back again, but this time, it’s my chest that he’s starting to violate. He sucks my nipples as if there’s no tomorrow. His mouth on my left chest, his left hand on my right. Massaging it slowly.

I can feel the metal of his watch touching my skin, sending shivers to my body. The way his tongue twirls on my nipple makes me crazy like an animal. My thoughts are full of lust. This man is breathtaking.

He paused, sliding down his pants. He stroked his manhood three times before entering my insides. I let out a soft moan, feeling every inch of him in my body.

He started to thrust me slowly at first, giving me time to adjust from his hard length. Every single thrust he makes, I can hear him whimper even though he’s trying not to make any sound.

His hair touches my face, giving me a tickling sensation. I brushed and grip the back of his hair. I put both of my feet behind his waist, holding on to his nape as he goes faster and deeper than he did minutes later.

I can feel my core throbbing and pulsating, like a morse code spelling his name repeatedly—like an echo in my mind.

I gripped his back using my fingers to support the force he’s giving. My nails are long enough to leave claw marks on his skin, leaving trails of my scratches.

He licked his lips and started to explore my mouth again. Sliding his tongue in me, sharing heat and feeding each other’s hunger. His kiss gets deeper and deeper as he thrusts me harder and faster. This is the first time a man has given me this kind of pleasure. This is heaven.

He got up carrying my back with him, still not breaking the kiss. Our bodies shifted, I hovered over him—breathless and wanting more.

I began dancing on his lap, my lips traced a path along his throat, sucking hard like what he did to me.

He groaned. “I—I’m close…” He gasped, chest rising.

“It’s okay… I’m taking birth control pills,” I said, gasping for air.

He shut his eyes, each of my thrusts met me with equal intensity. My hips are bouncing by the way our bodies move together in sync. The atmosphere became more tense and hotter as we felt our climax built with every thrust.

We couldn’t hold back much longer anymore. Our bodies collapse together as we breathe against our skin, bodies trembling.

My head resting against his neck, hands hugging his back. His hands stroked my hair, giving me a sense of comfort.

I lifted my head up and leaned backwards, holding on to the passenger seat behind me, I grabbed my bag.

I put down my bag on his right and started to look for my cigarette. I took one and put it between my lips as I lit it up in front of him.

He watches me smoke and blow it, not minding the suffocating feeling it might cause us. I once again inhaled and held it in for three seconds, I leaned onto him, my lips coaxing his mouth open as I exhaled into his.

He grabbed the cigarette from my fingers and inhaled deeply, not breaking an eye-contact.

“You’re good, huh?” His voice, dark and smooth.

I smirked. “And you’re bold,” I replied. I snatched my bag beside him and looked for gum, still not leaving from our position. I peeled the packaging and started to chew.

He frowned his brows slightly. “Are you chewing gum?”

I let out a small smile. “No,” I replied, sarcastically.

“Spit it out.” He demanded.

I stared at him, not doing what he requested. I just started to chew this tasteful gum, there’s no way I’ll throw it away this soon, I thought.

He handed out his other hand close to my mouth, signaling me to spit it out. He looked down at his hand, then he met my gaze again and he slightly arched both of his brows.

I gave him a confused reaction because I can’t understand why he wants me to spit this out, maybe he’s irritated by the sound it makes? I don’t know.

“Spit it out and I’ll give you a high grade on your paper,” he added.

Without a further thought, I spat out my gum. I’d rather waste a gum than waste my grades.

“There you go,” I said, looking at the gum I just sacrificed for a grade. But, whatever.

“We should go, the rain just stopped pouring. I’ll drive you home.” I nodded. I got off of his lap and we picked up our clothes and wore them like nothing happened. I opened the car door beside me and went outside to go back to the passenger seat. He did the same thing and went back to the driver’s seat.

He started to drive and focuses on driving. I broke the silence, “So… what are we going to do now?” I asked.

His left hand on the steering wheel, while his right hand squeezed my thigh, still not breaking his attention from the road. “Meet me at my office tomorrow. I’m going to give you something,” he replied.

I just nodded and let him continue driving until I reached home. It only took me five seconds before I reached for his face, giving him a kiss. I went outside of his car and watched him drive away.

▪️ AUTHOR’S NOTES : DO NOT STEAL❕

[hedwig221b]

do you know of any cheerleader fics? either stiles, derek, or both of them being a cheerleader?

Hi! Here are a few ❤

cheer up, babe by graveltotempo, SpringlockedSpectre

He was the basketball captain. And he was a cheerleader. Can I make it any more clear? OR: Derek Hale thought he had his crush on Stiles Stilinski under control. And then Stiles decided to show up to school in a skirt.

Bring It On by marguerite_26

When the Beacon Hills lacrosse team made a bet with the Beacon Hills cheerleading squad, Stiles should have recognized the smirks on the girls' faces and stopped the whole thing right there.

Maybe We Could Dance by In_Over_My_Head

"Stiles, get over here!” Flailing, he spun on his heel, searching for Lydia. He knew it was her who yelled, would know that voice anywhere. Seeing her standing in the center of the quad with a bunch of other cheerleaders, he took a deep breath before heading her way. High school had been a series of embarrassing boners and stuttered words when it came to her. College wasn’t much better, minus the boner issue that he’d gotten under control…mostly. Around halfway through his junior year of high school, he’d realized that the random boners that he attributed to just being a teenager were actually because of the hot guys in his classes. Like in high school, Lydia was still surrounded by pretty people, both male and female, so whatever it was that was about to happen would have a very attractive audience. Hopefully, he could get away quickly before he made too much of an ass of himself.

Chemistry of Some Kind

"I don’t like him,” Derek growled, ignoring Isaac’s disbelieving scoff. “I just think he has no right being so loud and what the hell is up with the outfit?” Erica shot him an obvious look, gesturing down at her own. Derek rolled his eyes. “That’s different.” “Is it?” Isaac asked mildly, attention fixed on the orange he was trying and failing to peel. “Or is it because whenever you catch the sight of Stilinski in a crop top on the court, you trip over your own feet and lose the ball?”

i'd let you had i known it (why don't you say so?) by somepeoplearewild

Derek is a cheerleader. Stiles is a cheerleader. Stiles demands to have the option to wear the same uniform as the girls and ropes Derek into it for solidarity.

2, 4, 6, 8, Who's Gunna Get The Date? by rebekahdarian

The five times a cheerleader asked Derek out on a date, and the one time he said yes.

Three cheers for Stiles's dick! by TheBeastsWrite (orphan_account)

Derek just looks so good in his Cheerleading outfit, Stiles can’t help but slip into the changing room before Derek’s practice and have his wicked way with his boyfriend. (Also I’m gonna say Derek looks like canon young!derek in this because that twink would look damn good in a skirt let’s be real here.)

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[xannytranny]

Know Better (Paige Bueckers x Fem!reader)

Based on the song Know Better by Kehlani ft. Lil Mo and Vincent Staples

Summary: You and Paige are perfect for each other. You're both busy with your own lives and very different plans after graduation. It was simple, easy. But somewhere along the way, it became more. Even though you both know better.

Pairing: player!Paige Bueckers x player!fem!reader

Warnings: Suggestive content

Word Count: 1.2K

Author's Note: This is just a short head cannon type. I just had the idea from the song but I'll post a part 2 if y'all are interested.

"I got the body of a goddess. You wanna love me right here, right now, just be honest."

You knew you looked good. That was nothing new. Neither were the eyes that followed you as you weaved your way through sweaty bodies to bar.

Ted's was more packed than usual. Apparently your women's basketball team had made a long run before their season ending in the Final Four. You didn't see the point in celebrating a loss, but then again, sports never was your thing.

You finally break through to the bar, and order yourself a drink.

Just as it lands in front of you, a smooth voice comes from behind you. "I got it. And add a Dirty Shirley," an arm reaching over your head, card in hand.

You don't bat an eye, sipping on your cocktail with an appreciative hum.

"Not even a thank you?" The voice chuckles.

You lick your lips, still not turning around. "Why would I say 'thank you'? You bought me a drink because you wanted something, not because I wanted you to."

The voice chuckles again and you refuse to acknowledge the twinge in your stomach.

She slides into the space next to you as the bartender sits down her drink.

You let your eyes drink her in slowly. She's tall, that's your first thought. And she is, probably 6' 0". Your next thought is about how blue her eyes are. Two pretty, sparkling pools, set into an attractive face. She looks familiar, her face scratching some distance part of your brain but you just can't place her.

She's checking you out too, licking her lips slowly. She doesn't flinch when your eyes lock, and your lips twinge. She's bold, you like it.

"See something you like?" Her brow arches, slow smile spreading on her face.

"Yes," You give her a sharp smile. "So did you."

Her head tilts, eyes glinting. "You wanna get out of here?"

"I don't even know your name." Your eyes fall to her untouched Dirty Shirley before looking back up at her, "And you haven't even touched your drink."

You watch her throat bob as she downs the drink. The ice cubes clink against the glass as she sets it on the bar.

"I'm Paige," She murmurs, leaning closer. "And you?"

You finish your drink quickly, "I'm ready. My place, come on."

I grab her wrist, leading her toward the exit. That sexy chuckle rings out behind me again.

"But we're both young and crazy, babe. We don't want none of those issues."

You keep my eyes closed and breathing measured as you listen to the quiet of the room. Paige is still sleeping beside you. Perfect.

You sit up slowly, holding your breath as you slip out of bed. Your body felt pleasantly sore and you were almost a little mournful at the thought of never being able to have this again.

You quietly collect your clothes, only missing your right shoe. You frown, scanning the place back and forth.

" 'S under the desk, left side," Paige's voice was gruff with sleep, and she lets out a deep yawn.

You freeze, slowly looking over at the bed. Paige is sitting up, looking at you with sleepy eyes. There's a smirk on her face, and a slight arch to her brow.

"I only have one question. Why are you sneaking out of your own dorm?" She chuckled.

"Oh. This isn't actually my dorm," You shrug.

She lets out a full laugh at that, "You told me last night this was your place."

You wince slightly, "Yeah.....I did, didn't I? This is my friend's dorm, I'm plant sitting for the weekend."

Paige claps slowly, "The ol' bait and switch."

"The what?" You look up from tying your shoe.

"Bait and switch. I invented that," She says, shrugging nonchalantly.

You scoff, mouth hanging open. "Like hell you did."

You bicker for a moment before voices in the hall make you pause. Paige blinks, "When's your friend supposed to be home?"

You give her wild grin, "Now."

The lock clicks and you dart out of the door, throwing a quick, "Your plants are fine. I'll buy you new sheets," Over your shoulder. Paige's shout and your friend's yelp follows you down the hallway as you laugh.

The next time you and Paige met was at a house party for the end of the school year. Things weren't awkward, like with your usual hookups. She told you she respected your game and you appreciated her honesty.

She came back to your actual dorm that night.

And the next party.

And the one after that.

And the one after that? You went to hers.

"But tonight we might act like we don't know better"

You and Paige weren't exclusive per se. You were single adults and respected each other's right to explore. You never asked, neither did she.

But somehow, Paige became the only number in your phone. The only one you went home with. It wasn't love. Paige was fun, attractive, and comfortable. Most importantly though? Paige could fuck like nobody's business.

Her eyes found yours like she heard you thinking about her.

Her brow arches, eyes flicking to the figure behind you, some guy you had tuned out as soon as he walked over. When her eyes find yours, they're questioning but not jealous. She doesn't need to be.

You shrug and she smirks, turning back to her teammates. You scoff, she could at least have the decency to rescue you.

"Sorry," You cut the guy off with an overly sweet smile, "Not interested."

You push past him, chuckling to yourself at his murmured 'Bitch'.

You make your way to the porch, leaning against the railing. You press an unlit joint to your lips, looking up at the sky.

"You just gon' hold that or what, ma?" Paige riddles up next to you, radiating warmth.

"What took you so long?" You look over at her, eyes twinkling.

"My bad," Paige chuckles. "May I?" She holds up her lighter, flicking it. You hold eye contact as you lean in, letting her light the joint.

"So," She starts as you lean back, "You look like your having fun."

Her tone was casual, eyes teasing. You blow a puff of smoke in her face in retaliation. "Jealous?" You grin, holding out your joint.

"No," She drags her hand over yours slowly as she takes it. She means it. You shiver, pressing closer. The grin stays on her face even as she blows the smoke away.

"Good. You shouldn't be," You know it's immature but you can barely swallow right now.

"I know. You can talk to whoever you want, you're still coming home with me tonight," She shrugs, taking another puff.

"I hate you," You murmur, pressing up on your tip-toes to suck the smoke from her lungs.

The smoke blows from your nose as you kiss her slowly. She still has that infuriating smirk on her face when you part.

"You love me. You love this. And so do I," The words fell from her lips casually despite neither of you saying them before.

You don't bat an eye. "Let's go home." Your finger curls into her belt loop, pulling her toward the fence.

[theskywithin]

Natal Asteroids: 💘 Cupido Through the Houses

Wherever Cupido lives in your chart, it tells you something about your relationship to charm, aesthetic power, allure. But beneath the glitter and glances is something raw: the craving to be chosen for what you evoke, not just who you are. This is not about love, this is about desire as display. Let’s begin.

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Cupido in the 1st House

There is something about your presence that feels composed, sculpted, almost cinematic, as if you were born knowing how to angle your soul toward the light. You’ve always understood that being seen is its own kind of currency. That attention, if wielded correctly, can become affection, devotion, protection. You learned how to become the ideal before anyone asked you who you truly were. And sometimes, you forget there’s a difference. But here’s the thing: no matter how polished the performance, the real you still flickers underneath. The raw edges, the too-much laughter, the vulnerable ache that no one claps for, they’re not flaws, they’re the heartbeat beneath the illusion. You don’t have to be the muse to matter and you don’t have to seduce the world to belong to it. But oh, when you do… even the stars feel watched.

Cupido in the 2nd House

Desire lives in your hands. In the way you linger just a second too long on the curve of a teacup, the warmth of a voice, the silk of a new thought brushing against your skin. You attract by embodying, by becoming the thing you want others to want. Not through effort, but through presence, through taste, through the quiet magnetism of someone who knows that value is not declared, it’s felt. You don’t perform beauty, you become it, almost accidentally, simply by knowing what deserves to be touched. But here’s the twist: sometimes your worth gets tangled up in how much others are willing to offer. Sometimes you mistake being adorned for being adored. Remember that you are the collector, the curator, the slow-burn enchantress who teaches the world how to cherish again. When you begin to see your body, your time, your attention as a gallery, not everything gets a ticket in, and that’s when the power returns to you.

Cupido in the 3rd House

You flirt with your voice, with language, with the way you phrase things so that even the truth sounds like temptation. There’s something in your words that makes people lean closer because you make ordinary things feel rare. Conversation with is invitation. A shared breath, a secret tucked between syllables. You’ve mastered the art of suggestion, the art of almost-saying. And yet, in all that connection, there’s sometimes a gap. A loneliness that comes from being heard but not felt. Because seduction, for you, has always been about making meaning beautiful even when you don’t believe in it yourself. But your voice doesn’t just have charm, it has consequence. It can shift perspective, shatter doubt, rewrite the room. And when you stop using words to prove your worth, you’ll realize you never had to decorate your truth for it to land. It was already gold.

Cupido in the 4th House

Desire is a memory you can’t quite name, something ancestral, ambient, passed down through glances at dinner tables and the ache of rooms that never knew how to hold you right. You learned how to be lovable in the silence. In the soft performance of needlessness. In the way you made yourself gentle enough not to be a burden. There’s a sweetness to the way you attract, not loud, not showy, but familiar. Like a song you didn’t know you remembered. But don’t let nostalgia become a cage, don’t confuse being wanted for the version of you that feels like home with being seen for who you’ve become. You are not here to seduce through softness alone. You are here to rewire the entire idea of belonging, To rebuild intimacy not as inheritance, but as choice. And when you finally let someone close enough to see the beauty in your shadow the house becomes a temple, and you finally become the one who chooses who gets in.

Cupido in the 5th House

Every glance is a scene, every movement is choreography. You’ve turned desire into theatre, not because it’s false, but because it’s alive. You want to be watched because something in you believes that love only exists when it's being witnessed. You flirt like an artist: not to collect hearts, but to leave an impression. The kind that lingers behind the eyes, the kind that makes people want to become something worthy of your attention. But when the applause fades and the lights dim, there’s a part of you that wonders if anyone ever saw you, or just the role you played. Still, you keep shining. Because radiance is your native language, and joy is the stage where you meet the world. But when you stop performing for love and start creating from it, you stop being the object of admiration and become the origin of it. You don’t need to be adored to be valued, you already are the masterpiece.

Cupido in the 6th House

You want to be adored without being observed at the wrong angle. You want to be desired in the everyday but only if the everyday doesn’t dull the edge. Cupido in the 6th is the seduction of control, the choreography of being effortlessly put together in a world that demands repetition. You crave admiration, but on your terms. You want to be watched while doing the thing you’ve mastered, not the thing you’re still fumbling through. But life, real life, isn’t always photogenic. It unfolds in spilled coffee, in undone lists, in the awkwardness of being human without a filter. And still, you try to make even the mess appealing. You iron the edges. You curate the casual. You treat desirability like a job you must never slack on. But there is a deeper lesson here. One that whispers: what if you let someone see you without the edit? Seduction loses nothing when it’s honest. In fact, it becomes devotion. The kind you never had to earn.

Cupido in the 7th House

You’ve always known how to become what someone wants. Not through manipulation, through mirroring. Through feeling the gaze before it lands, and shifting your light to meet it. There’s a kind of artistry in the way you offer yourself: just enough to intrigue, never enough to be held. You don’t chase love, you stage it. And the performance? Flawless. Because for you, desire begins in reflection. It begins in being chosen, not just intimately, but aesthetically. You want someone to want you because of how you fit their fantasy. But underneath the curated connection is a hunger for recognition. You want to be seen as the masterpiece and the mirror. Cupido here draws others like moths to a flame but it’s not always clear who’s doing the burning. The lesson is this: relationships aren’t runways. The real power comes when you stop becoming for others and let someone meet the version of you that exists when no one’s looking. When you do, the mirror stops echoing and starts reflecting something real.

Cupido in the 8th House

You don’t seduce for attention, you seduce for access. Surface attraction bores you. You want the power that comes from being let inside someone’s undoing. You want to be craved with consequence. To leave fingerprints on a soul, not just a body. Cupido here doesn’t flirt, it possesses. It lures people into their own hunger, makes them feel seen in ways they didn’t consent to, then pulls away just before they can name it. You understand the psychology of desire because you feel what others repress. You know exactly when someone’s lying to themselves about what they want. But here’s the twist: sometimes the performance is yours and sometimes you wrap yourself in mystery so no one asks what you’re hiding. You project power, but beneath it is the fear that if someone really saw you they might stop wanting you. But the truth is, your depth is the attraction. Your rawness is the revelation. You were never meant to perform desire, you were meant to unmask it. And the moment you stop playing the role of the forbidden, you become the thing that changes people, not just turns them on.

Cupido in the 9th House

You seduce with possibility, with vision, with the promise that somewhere, far from here, there’s a life more radiant than this one and you’re the one who knows the way. You make people want to believe again, not in love, but in longing, in meaning, in something big enough to lose themselves inside. Cupido here turns your desire into philosophy, makes your magnetism feel like a message. People fall for your mind, your language, your orbit, because you carry the same energy as a door left half open: what’s behind it could change everything. And you like it that way. You let them chase, you let them follow, but intimacy, for you, is distance. A scenic view, a safe horizon, because if someone ever caught up to you, if they ever asked you to stop becoming and simply be, would they still want you? Cupido in the 9th is learning this: your worth isn’t in the projection, i’s in the presence. You don’t have to be a fantasy to be unforgettable, you already are the revelation.

Cupido in the 10th House

You want your allure to mean something, to leave a mark, to carry weight. This is attraction with altitude: public, polished, and impossible to ignore. You’ve learned how to wield image like influence, how to make visibility feel like virtue. You move through the world like someone who knows they’re being watched, not out of insecurity, but strategy. You’ve turned aspiration into a kind of seduction, a way of making people want not just you, but to be you. But behind the clean lines and poised confidence, there’s a question that keeps echoing: if no one saw you, would you still shine this way? Cupido here wants to be seen at their best but not always at their most real. And yet, the real you is what holds the whole empire together. When you stop performing perfection and start embodying presence, your magnetism doesn’t dim, it deepens. You were never meant to be admired from afar, you were meant to remind people that power is most potent when it’s personal.

Cupido in the 11th House

You don’t seduce in whispers, you do it through presence, through being interesting, unusual, just slightly out of reach. There’s something about you that feels curated yet effortless, like art in a gallery that never tries to be understood but still draws a crowd. Cupido here turns attraction into broadcast, you project the version of yourself you want seen, and let the world orbit around it. You understand how people work. You know how to light up a room without saying a word. But sometimes, you become the idea more than the individual, sometimes you’re adored but not known. And maybe that’s safer... because if people only love the image, the real you doesn’t have to risk being rejected. But you didn’t come here to stay on the pedestal, you came to shake the air, to disrupt what’s expected, to make desire itself a kind of revolution. The moment you stop trying to be iconic and start allowing yourself to be impactful, the performance ends and the real magnetism begins.

Cupido in the 12th House

You are the dream they can’t name, the one they remember without ever touching. You attract without trying, often without knowing, because your magnetism is felt like a song that plays in the background of a memory, like a scent that lingers long after the moment has passed. Cupido, here, lives in the space between fantasy and reality, you are both muse and mystery, both signal and static. You don’t flirt directly; you drift, you echo, you haunt. And people fall for what they imagine you are, not always what you’ve shown. Sometimes, you let them, because it’s easier to be adored from afar than risk being misunderstood up close. But the danger of living behind a veil is forgetting there’s a person underneath it, one who wants to be loved, not for what they represent, but for what they feel. Cupido in the 12th is here to remind you that you are not just the dream, you are the dreamer. And when you let yourself be seen without mystique, without metaphor, something even more beautiful happens: you stop being the illusion, and become the revelation.

[donvampiro]

Imagine the monster trio (separately) with a goth witchy girlfriend like completely opposite they are sunshine and she is darkness but it's a total surprise to everyone else?

hello @supernatural-hunter1 ! wahh thats a nice idea :) monster trio is so fun to write about hehe thanks for your request and hopefully these hcs will meet your expectations. Luv <3 MASTERLIST - Welcome

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'Opposites attract'

Monster trio x (goth/witchy) fem!reader

Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy likes you because you’re you — it’s your presence, your voice, your character and your different interests as well as abilities that attract him to you. bro just likes vibing with you and won’t try to complicate things. your aesthetics would not, in my opinion, be determining factors as to the affection he can have for you. you can dress up and wear makeup as you wish, as long as you remain (y/n) "at heart", and as long as he can keep cuddling you while he wolfs down all the food around. that’s more than enough for him.

i even think that Luffy would be the type to compliment you openly, through words and comparisons that are certainly… unexpected… but always honest and well-intentioned.

‘woah nice outfit, (y/n)! you look cool. a bit like that magician who scammed Usopp last time.’

he means well i swear ;w;

that being said, it’s not hard to come across as a "dark" person next to Luffy who is basically the embodiment of a ray of sunshine most of the time. you’d never be “darkness” to him though.

he has already seen your smile that brightens his days more than any star, he knows your laughter that recharges his batteries, he knows how hugging you (something he doesn’t deprive himself of) is extraordinary. you can dress up however you want, in Luffy’s eyes you’ll always remain his radiant (y/n).

that’s why he’s surprised by the crew’s shock when he introduces you to them.

— ‘what?! Wait— pinch me, i think i’m dreaming.’

— ‘it’s like the embodiment of day and night…’

— ‘well, that’s… unexpected.’

But the big question, the one the entire crew would be asking themselves but would have kept quiet about until now, would be revealed by Nami, looking both doubtful and amazed.

‘Luffy. How did you get a girlfriend in the first place.’

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro doesn’t really care about your style and how you want to dress up; like you do what you want. however, he might be the type to only make comments when he considers that your outfit, jewelry, shoes, or whatever makes your movements more difficult and you’re clearly not completely comfortable.

‘you can’t fight dressed like that; it’ll hinder your movement. change for now and put your outfit back on later.’

yeah swordsman instinct comes first ig. Otherwise — apart from that — he’s a bit like Luffy overall when it comes to this topic: what matters to him is the sweetness of your presence and the moments spent with you. the harmony between you two.

Zoro knows better than anyone else that those we cherish can be taken away from us at any moment, so loving you is far more important and relevant than judging your aesthetic. as long as you’re yourself, he’s happy.

that doesn’t mean he’s indifferent to your style though. now that he knows you and understands your aesthetic a little better, Zoro might notice some items in stores that might match your style and appeal to you. Well— he might be a little off the mark sometimes, but he’s trying, okay?

Zoro is both a little hesitant and rather confident about introducing you to the crew; but everything would be fine. it’s true that your style doesn’t go unnoticed, it contrasts with Zoro’s, which is rather sober. reactions are flying and the swordsman wonders if he shouldn’t go to bed instead.

— ‘wow, we’d never have thought that Zoro's girlfriend would have this kind of aesthetic. that’s good, it’s a change from his style.’

— ‘what style? Zoro doesn’t have any style.’

— ‘it’s so cool, looks like (y/n) is from a coven of witches or something. like, as if she came from the darkness.’

the last remark, funny and coming out of the captain’s mouth, drew an amused smile from you.

‘yeah, that’s right. and Zoro’s my little sunshine.’

the crew fell silent at the sound of your voice as you patted Zoro’s shoulder. Sanji’s face contorts into an indescribable expression.

‘him? what the heck.’

i think you guys know what would happen next

Vinsmoke Sanji

you? “darkness”? have you seen yourself? you are the ray of sunshine in Sanji’s life.

he loves everything about you. your voice, your personality, your eyes, your smile, etc, etc, and no matter how you dress up, you will always be the most beautiful in his eyes. as long as you wear clothes that you like, there’s no reason to question it.

‘no specific aesthetic can match your breathtaking natural beauty anyway, (y/n)-chwan.’

i know i've said it several times before, but i’ll say it again: Sanji is a supportive and caring boyfriend, who seeks to share your interests as much as he wants you to discover his own. so he wouldn’t hesitate to try to learn about the meanings of your aesthetic, its history, etc. he would appreciate it even more if you’re the one to tell him about it hehe

he too would be the type to now more easily notice clothes, accessories and other items that match your aesthetic and that might please you. Sanji’s a good cook, therefore he’s an observant and precise person, and you’d never be disappointed with his gifts.

it’s with great pride that Sanji would introduce you to the crew, and no matter how surprised his crewmates might be, he’s ready to fight if anyone has anything to say about your style >:(

— ‘i didn't think you’d date someone with that style. looks cool. welcome, (y/n)!’

— ‘well, at least you two seem complementary’

— ‘how could anyone want to date this stupid cook overall.’

self-control. self-control, Sanji.

[gayjaytodd]

yes yes, I'm working on this bc one bucktommy wip isn't enough ig - here's a snippet feat. unrequited buddie, a little eddieshannon, and instant bucktommy attraction:

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Buck looks up at the question, meeting Eddie’s familiar, half-amused, half-concerned gaze. “You don’t got a penny to spare,” he snorts, and Eddie grins in response. After a moment, Buck adds, “you should be sleeping.”

“Why don’t you take your own advice if you’re so clever?”

Buck smirks. “Because I don’t have a nice, soft bed-warmer to relax me.”

“Ain’t my fault you can’t keep a woman happy,” Eddie says with an eye roll. There’s a twinkle in his brown eyes that takes the sting out her words, though, so Buck ignores the insult. A short pause later, Eddie grimaces and says, “would be easier to sleep if these damn seats were comfortable.”

Buck nods in sympathy. Eddie definitely ain’t wrong. They’d bought the cheapest tickets in Sacramento, both to save money and to avoid notice - it’s always easier to disappear amongst the poor than the wealthy. And third-class tickets for the eastward train from Sacramento, mean four days in a third-class train car on hard wooden benches, before you reach your destination – provided your destination is Omaha, Nebraska.

Buck and his companions have suffered through half of those days.

“We’re past the halfway point now,” Buck says, stretching his legs and grimacing at the pain. “And if I never sit so long on my ass again, it’ll be too soon.”

“Better than the back of a wagon,” Eddie shrugs, “and warmer than horseback.” He notices Buck’s grimace and frowns in concern, “is your leg alright? Shannon said she could wrap it again. Pressure might help.”

Eddie looks down at Shannon and the look on his face softens. Shannon is beautiful with her dark hair, freckled skin, and full lips. She’s the same age as Buck and Eddie but a hard life full of grief has aged her quite a bit, though that doesn’t make her any less beautiful.

The love and tenderness on Eddie’s face is almost painful to look at.

Buck always wished Eddie would look at him like that. He tries not to resent Shannon for being the object of Eddie’s affection.

“Nah,” Buck says with a small shrug, pushing down the jealousy, “ain’t worth bothering her about.”

“She wouldn’t say it’s a bother,” Eddie mumbles, stroking Shannon’s soft cheek with his own calloused fingertips. “Still, I don’t wanna wake her. She needs her sleep. I think this is the first time she’s shut her eyes since we boarded.”

The reasons for Shannon’s lack of sleep hang between them, heavy and unspoken. Shannon risked a lot, everything really, when she married Eddie and left her home behind, throwing her lot in with two wanted men. If they get caught, she’ll hang too – and she’s got Christopher to think of.

"Think I’ll stretch my legs for a bit,” Buck says instead of voicing his thoughts, “get the blood moving.”

Eddie hums in acceptance without looking away from Shannon, while Buck stands, testing the weight on his ankle, and then starts walking down the aisle to the front-end of the car.

Eddie doesn’t try to stop him.

Buck makes his way through the car, gritting his teeth when every step makes pain radiate up his leg. Shannon and Christopher aren’t the only ones asleep; most of the passengers, in fact, are asleep, leaning against windows and backrests, their soft snores following him down the centre aisle.

When he reaches it, he slides open the door at the very end of the car and enjoys the burst of icy cold midwinter air that hits his face. It’s early December and he’s pretty sure he can smell snow on the wind. After the unrelenting heat of California, the thought of snow is a welcome one, and Buck continues his walk, jumping across the small gap to the next train car, with renewed vigour.

He walks through several train cars, lost in thought, humming some half-forgotten ditty to himself, until he’s stopped by a stuck door. Gritting his teeth, he tries to pull it open, but it doesn’t budge even a little. Sighing in defeat, he turns around to return to his own car and, hopefully, get some sleep.

That’s when he sees the man.

Tall, wearing a worn leather coat, and staring at Buck with something like bewilderment from two thirds of the way down the car.

Buck’s first thought is that the man is stupidly handsome; he's got a body like a brick-wall and a sharp, angular face, high cheekbones and a sharp jawline covered in a few days’ worth of stubble; his gaze is made even more intense by the pale color of his eyes below furrowed dark brows. Buck feels a little zing of pleasure-anxiety travel down his spine under that gaze.

His second thought is that the man isn’t watching him with the intensity of desire but with the slight bewilderment of a man who’s watching someone he’s seen before and is on the verge of recognizing.

Buck’s third thought, which hits him just as the man seems to reach his realization, is that the man looks an awful lot like Thomas Kinard – the most successful bounty hunter west of the Appalachians.

Shit.

With a deep breath, Buck turns back to the stuck door, tries to calm his thundering heart and ignore the panic surging under his skin.

Coming face to face with a bounty hunter is never Buck’s idea of a good time. Coming face to face with Thomas Kinard feels a little bit like coming face to face with his own worst nightmare.

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ok ok ok but: bucktommy wild west au where buck is an outlaw and tommy is the bounty hunter who catches him, then buck realises that tommy is hunting a different outlaw who'll bring in three times as much as buck will, and that guy? doug kendall. buck also wants to fuck that guy up (and protect maddie) so buck and tommy strike a deal: buck helps tommy get doug, maddie is saved, tommy gets the money, they part ways and buck doesn't get executed for horse theft. that's the plan. but then of course they're travelling across the american frontier in the 1870s so they only have each other's company and they maybe fuck about it. and then buck gets held hostage by doug so tommy, who accidentally caught feelings, teams up with local sheriff bobby nash and local ranchers henrietta wilson and howard han, to save buck. and then they live happily ever after or whatever. they definitely make love <3

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If you perchance do nsfw alphabets I'd like to request one for aventurine! If not just headcanons will do. It's ok if u refuse the request! Thank youu I like your work ❤️

thank you for being so sweet and enjoying my work! ❤️ aventurine nsfw alphabet. gender neutral, TW // nsfw. original template by the-coldest-goodbye.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) If you’re next to him, regardless of whether or not he's just done something with you, Aventurine is liable to fall asleep. He feels safe all cosy and cuddled up with you, work gets hard, and the feeling of your warmth next to him is usually enough to lull him to sleep. (If you move away from him at any point in the night, he wakes up with nightmares.)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Aventurine's own drive isn't that high, honestly. He seeks emotional intimacy and safety in a partner - sex is simply a tool for him. But if you so wished, he's always more than happy to indulge you with his hands or mouth. He's gone more than once where he spent the whole session pampering you with not a care for himself.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) My previous Aventurine anatomy post!

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Aventurine thinks of you in meetings. He finds it’s a lot more entertaining when he imagines you bouncing on his lap, crying out in pleasure in front of all of these high-ranking IPC officials. More than once he’s been caught smiling at nothing.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) If it's your thing, one of Aventurine's most attractive parts are how vocal he is. He's not shy about the way his voice trembles when he slides into you, or the little whines and gasps he makes when you tug on his hair. He'll tell you how good you feel, how good you are, not even trying to hide how strained he sounds.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Aventurine likes to tease, but never too much. He's good at knowing how to turn you on through light teasing touches and words, and by the time he's done you're already soaking wet and desperate for him.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Aventurine likely has one toy that can do basically anything. He uses it occasionally, but usually prefers to get up close and personal himself (because what else would the point of sex be, honestly?) He doesn't quite enjoy the feeling of using it on himself because it feels too close for comfort to what he experienced in his past, but he'll use it on you if it makes you feel good <3

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) He generally prefers to do one or two, more if he wants, but he's usually worn out from the work day by that point. Besides, anything more is pointless if you're too tired to indulge in the afterglow with him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) As far as experimenting goes, Aventurine's probably pretty vanilla. He doesn't like things like tying up/being tied up, temperature, knife play etc. It all seems too intense to his liking. Isn't the normal stuff good enough?

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) He prefers not to, unless you want it. Aventurine likes to savour his time with you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) It varies, again, as you prefer. If it was up to him he'd take it slow always and then slowly build up until you both cum together, but really that's boring after a while. He likes being fast and rough but mostly with his hands.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Absolutely a service partner, whether top or bottom in the relationship. He loves the taste of you gushing out around his tongue, your thighs squeezing around his head, your voice crying out as your hands try valiantly to grip at anything. He'll gladly receive, but if he'll be honest, it feels strange if he's the only one being pleasured.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Restraint is pretty uncomfortable to Aventurine, and anything that seems like it's bordering on torture, which includes intense overstimulation. Pain is very far from pleasure to him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Kissing and cuddling can easily turn into lovemaking for him, but also things like wearing something that shows too much skin in public. If you shower him in love, he'll give it back - that's just how he is.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) The bedroom, for sure. It's comfortable and warm and cosy and it's easy for you to rest once you're done. Aventurine isn't really a fan of the public stuff.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) He likes smell. Even if you've just exercised and haven't showered, if he's in the mood, Aventurine can and will take you as you are. He swears up and down that you've never smelled bad to him ever.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Aventurine likes doing it - it's difficult to be with you all the time due to his job, and he misses you dearly every second of it. It's nice to still be able to offer each other pleasure, for example, while over the phone.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) He can be quite the romantic if you let him. Aventurine would even pull out the roses and candles if the occasion called for it, put on the music, the whole works. He’ll whisper words of affection like you’ll never hear him say otherwise.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Aventurine trims himself regularly, so he does have a short crop of hair down there and the faintest happy trail. It’s honey blonde, just like the hair on his head.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Aventurine isn't really humorous, but like I mentioned before, he likes to tease. He keeps things fun and light-hearted and makes sure things never get boring.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) He likes taking you from behind, or a sort of side cuddle where he can still reach you and keep you close.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) He’s not incredibly experienced, but he has used his hands once or twice and knows where everything is, if you catch my drift. It helps that he plays cards. Dexterity is a valuable skill.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) When you were away, Aventurine once jerked off, stained your laundry, and washed it and returned without a word. He’s been doing that occasioanlly ever since after his day pissed him off but you aren’t around to comfort him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) His is a bit on the thicker side, even if it hasn’t been long since your previous time together.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Aventurine loves it when you hold his waist, but he’s more fond of your hips. He holds your love handles while fucking and loves the feeling of being cuddled around the waist.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Cuddly, but pretty boneless. Give him a moment and he’ll clean you up, but first he needs to catch his breath.

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summary: being a PR manager came with its struggles- especially if the driver is cold as ice

pairing: carlos sainz x fem! PR manager! reader

warnings: none

words: 2.6k

part one

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It was now the Imola, Emilia-Romagna, Grand Prix- things had been getting better. Carlos was scoring points, albeit not getting the exact positions he would want, but still scoring nonetheless.

Your relationship with him was still shaky, every time you spoke with him about something media related he would tense up and have this immediate cold exterior fall over him, granted he was like that most of the time.

You had picked up subtle things about him, things that made him seem more human. Before the Miami GP he would be warming up, and you could notice his hands shaking, fidgeting and twisting his fingers. That certainly intrigued you.

After the Bahrain Grand Prix you, Carlos, Alex and a few others from the Williams team had gone out for dinner- the check was obviously on James. Everyone had driven themselves back to the hotel, you included, but you waited back to see what Carlos was doing.

“Did you drive?” You ask hesitantly, not sure what would get under his skin. Carlos glanced up at his phone, his brown eyes staring into yours. “I don’t typically drive at night” He replied bluntly, “I have an Uber”

So he was a Formula One driver who tries to avoid night driving and entrusts his life in the hands of a random person. Yes, that makes sense.

You let out a small laugh, “That’s unusual, I wouldn’t have pictured that.”

Carlos raised an eyebrow at your comment, his usual stoic expression faltering slightly. He wasn’t quite sure how to react to it. He was used to people asking him all sorts of questions about his small fear or making fun of him, but this one somehow felt different.

He stuffed his phone into his pocket, his eyes still on you. “And what were you imagining exactly?” He asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and annoyance. He hated how you were amused at his preference.

“I just..I just would assume since you drive professionally that it wouldn’t bother you..” You say, face starting to flush in embarrassment, “I didn’t mean any harm..and well I guess the tracks are well-lit when you’re driving them..” You add on, trying to somehow save yourself in the situation.

Carlos’s expression softens slightly at your nervous demeanor, it was oddly endearing. He almost wanted to tease you for it, but he held himself back.

He lets out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “You're not wrong.” He admits, his voice low. “But there’s a difference. I'm used to the tracks, I know them well. The streets at night are different.” He explains, his eyes looking away from yours.

“That makes sense..” You say with a small smile, fidgeting with your purse in your hands, “That’s actually really fair, I never quite thought of it that way..”

Carlos could feel his guard coming down a little. There was just something about the way you spoke, the way your eyes lit up as you listened to him. He found himself wanting to say more, to keep the conversation going.

But he quickly reminded himself of the professional boundary. You were the PR manager, he was the driver. He couldn’t let himself get too comfortable, no matter how nice you were being. He knew better than to let himself get comfortable again.

He pushed down the fluttering he felt in his chest, forcing himself to return to his usual stoic state.

“Shouldn’t you be leaving?” He asks, breaking the brief moment of silence. He didn’t want to linger too long in your presence, he knew it was a dangerous game.

But he couldn’t deny the strange attraction that he was feeling towards you. Something about you, the way you didn’t back down, it intrigued him.

“Oh! Yes I believe so..” You say, looking down at the time on your watch, “I’ll see you later then, Carlos” You add on with an awkward smile, being one of the few left at the table in the restaurant.

You didn’t get a reply from him, but you did get a head nod and even a small smile back. That was progress!

One more last thing you had noticed about him, he never mentioned Ferrari, except that one interview. That was a memory you never wish to re-live.

“Okay Carlos..I know you don’t quite enjoy doing this stuff but it’ll help your image..” You say, sitting down across from him at a table- microphone clipped to his Williams team kit shirt and camera positioned at him.

“I just have some questions for you pulled from fans..” You add on, “Just a simple response is good, or if you’re feeling adventurous you could make it a two sentence response!” You weren’t sure how the sarcasm would go with him today, but it was worth a shot.

Carlos groans internally as he sees the camera being set up in front of him. He’d rather be doing literally anything else, but he knew that this was important. It was good for his image, as you had said.

He grumbles under his breath as you mention the questions, rolling his eyes slightly. He hated these kinds of things, having to put up with the camera and the lights.

But then he hears you add, somewhat sarcastically, “if you’re feeling adventurous you could make it a two sentence response.”

His eyes narrow on you. You were teasing him. He didn’t understand what you were playing at, he was used to being the second best, pushed aside for someone else, so why put in all of this effort to help his image when you could have easily quit after the first disaster of an interview.

You hesitated to ask the first question, it was the first time you were seeing them- the media team had more to do with this than you did, but they wanted you to ask the questions, confident that you would get a better answer out of Carlos.

“What’s something that you’ll be carrying on from Ferrari to Williams?”

Carlos sat up straighter in his seat, his brows furrowed slightly. He had been prepared for this question, but he still hated it. He didn't want to talk about Ferrari.

But as he looked at you, he saw the expectant look in your eyes, the way you were silently urging him on. He took a deep breath and began to speak.

“I'm going to carry my work ethic to Williams,” He said firmly. “I'm going to give it my all, just like I did at previous teams. Red Bull, McLaren, Renault, they all helped in shaping me.” His eyes met yours, holding your gaze for a moment, almost asking, teasing playfully, if that was good enough.

You gave a small head nod at his words- that was a good response, maybe you were helping him after all. Somehow he managed to answer all of the questions without mentioning Ferrari's name, if it was regarding the team. It was honestly impressive and you gave him props for doing that.

Another thing from the Miami GP, the weather had been questionable. Raining, windy and in general, not pleasant. You had plans once more with the team to go out for drinks and dinner, but you and Carlos got held up at the hotel.

You both stood in the lobby, waiting for the weather to let up. Glancing over at him silently you take in his stature. He was quiet, scrolling through his phone.

Carlos stood in the hotel lobby, his phone in his hand as he scrolled aimlessly through social media. He was bored, waiting out the weather with you was not how he had wanted to spend his evening. He could hear the rain and wind battering against the windows, the sound loud and relentless.

He could feel your gaze on him, and he glanced up from his phone to find you looking at him. He raised an eyebrow, "What?" He asked, his usual blunt tone in his voice.

“Nothing..nothing..” You say, eyes averting from his, “Just rough weather”

Carlos let out a small scoff, putting his phone back in his pocket. "You can say that again." He mutters, his irritation clear in his voice.

He leans back against the wall, taking a moment to stretch his legs. He was tired, and the prospect of going out to drinks and dinner was becoming less and less appealing.

He turns to look at you, his eyes flickering over your face. "Do you think the rain will let up anytime soon?" He asks, his voice slightly softer than before.

Your eyebrows raise at the slight shift in his tone, that wasn’t normal. “Probably not..but you never know” You say, looking out through the many windows in the lobby at the rain and shifting trees due to the wind.

Carlos followed your gaze out the windows, grimacing at the sight of the relentless rain. He hated this, being stuck indoors when he could be out doing something productive.

He lets out a sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Great." He mutters, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

He pauses for a moment before speaking again, his mood seemingly shifting. "You know..." He starts, his voice quieter. You look over at him expectantly, letting out a hum.

Carlos hesitates for a moment, considering his words carefully. He didn't know why he was feeling the sudden urge to talk, to open up to you. But there was something about you that made him feel strangely comfortable.

"I've never been good at small talk." He admits, his eyes meeting yours. "I'm not used to casual conversations, everything is always business and PR-" He pauses.

You take in his words, nodding your head slightly, “It’s always so formal, isn’t it?” You ask, almost encouraging him to continue.

Carlos lets out a small sigh, his shoulders relaxing slightly. For some reason, it was nice to talk to someone who understood.

"Yeah, it's exhausting." He replies, the annoyance creeping back into his voice. "Every interaction is calculated, every word is carefully chosen to maintain a perfect image. Sometimes I just want to say what I actually feel, without worrying about the media backlash."

You understood that, the drivers were under the spotlight constantly. You were starting to gather the fact he hated anything “pre-made” or fake. You had started to wonder what really happened at Ferrari?

He takes a deep breath, contemplating whether or not to open up about his experience at Ferrari.

But there was something about you that made him feel like he could trust you, like you wouldn't judge him for his feelings. He hesitates for a moment before speaking again.

"Ferrari..." He starts, his voice low. "Ferrari was a nightmare."

Yes! Finally you were actually making more progress with him!

You saw a glimpse of something cross his face, and in an instant he shut down whatever he was going to spill. Carlos noticed the excitement on your face at his words, and it only added to his irritation. He hated showing vulnerability, hated revealing weakness.

But you were looking at him with such anticipation, and he found himself wanting to open up to you even more.

His expression hardened, his usual stoic mask slipping back into place. He couldn't let you in, he couldn't risk showing you his true self. "Never mind." He snapped, his voice sharp.

Well, at least he had been being viewed well on media now, mostly thanks to you and the small little media tasks you had him doing.

Eventually the weather had calmed down, you and Carlos had made it to the restaurant the others were at. You were seated across from Carlo’s and next to one of the media workers- his name was Jacob, he was nice, good conversation.

“I know! That movie was so good!” You say with a smile, Carlos could see the way your eyes lit up as you talked about some random movie you watched on the flight to Miami.

“It’s one of my favorites! They came out with a sequel for if not too long ago, we could watch it at my place sometime?” Carlos had overheard the conversation- this random guy was asking you out right in front of him. It angered him.

He sat there silently watching as the two of you talked back and forth. It took him a moment to realize it, he wasn’t mad. He was jealous.

And he hated himself for it.

Once more you and Carlos were one of the last to leave the table, “Alright I’ll see you later!” You say with a smile, waving bye to Jacob. You could feel Carlos staring into your soul. “Is something wrong?” You ask, actually concerned since he hadn’t uttered a word since the moment at the hotel lobby.

Carlos could feel the anger and jealousy coursing through his veins as he watched the conversation unfold between you and Jacob. He hated the way you laughed at his stupid jokes, the way you lit up as you talked about movies with him.

He hated the way he felt, the strange possessive feeling he had towards you. He had no right to feel that way, he had no claim over you.

As you said goodbye to Jacob and turned to him, he couldn't keep the irritation out of his voice. "No, nothing's wrong." He replied gruffly, his eyes narrowing.

“Right..okay” You say giving Carlos an odd look. You let the silence overcome you two, the background noise of other conversations and music surrounding. You finally spoke up, “I wanted to apologize for earlier..If I crossed a line I shouldn’t have.”

Carlos's expression softened slightly at your words. He was surprised that you were apologizing, he wasn't used to people taking the initiative like that.

"It's fine." He said gruffly, his tone softening a bit. "You didn't cross any line."

“Alright good, I just didn’t want you to feel like I was forcing you to talk about something you didn’t want to..” You add on, grabbing your glass and holding it in your hand, needing to do something to distract the anxious feeling crawling in your chest.

Carlos noticed the way your hands fidgeted with the glass in your hands, a nervous habit. It was a vulnerable side of you he hadn't seen before.

He let out a small sigh, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "I appreciate that." He replied honestly. "It's just- I'm not used to talking about my feelings, especially not with coworkers."

Coworkers. Right yes, that was it. Nothing more.

It’s not like you wanted anything else! Really, he was a pain to deal with and always seemed to be in an insufferable mood, imagine having to deal with that constantly! But he looked good when he ran his hand through his hair, or when he lifted himself in and out of the cockpit.

You blink at him, finally snapping out of your thoughts, “Yes! Yes, that's completely understandable..” You say with a shaky smile, trying to hide the fact that his words hurt you- whether you were aware of that yourself or not.

"It's nothing personal." He said, his voice a bit firmer this time. "I just prefer to keep things professional."

“Of course, Carlos” You reply, lips firmly pressed together. Why was this bothering you so much?! He was a pain to work with and made your job much more difficult than it needed to be.

Carlos was confused by your reaction. Why did you seem so upset all of a sudden? He had just been honest with you, he was only saying that he didn't want things to be personal between you. He didn't like how your once bright smile had now faded.

You always seem to be irritated with him, just wanting to know his secrets or just trying to boss him around with all the PR things you do.

So why did this bother both of you?

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notes✨: Another part done! My Hunger Games series parts will be coming out slower than I would like but I’m quite busy. This series should have more frequent updates as well as other fics for different fandoms! Please leave comments, suggestions and requests!

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part three

[cass-1]

First post I’ve love to dedicate it to THE Simon ghost Riley, I’m obsessed.

Just to give a bit of context this is Simon x reader.

Poor baby reader seeks attention from having such a frustrating day, going to Simon Riley’s room in the barracks for company, like she always does.

Simon was never the one to be distracted from his duty, working in the Task Force, he never even considered anything close to a relationship nor a little one nightstand. That was until you joined the team. You were one hell of a soldier, he’d tell you. Always stubborn, blunt and god were you attractive, but he couldn’t admit that. But anyhoo, he always found his way to put you in your place whenever situations were getting too out of hand.

You enjoyed talking back to him, trying to add fuel to the fire, it wouldn’t hurt to say he enjoyed shutting you up. Nothing better than a good colleagues with benefits.

Today wasn’t any different when you barged into his quarters, that same ol’ frustrated look on your pretty face. He was waiting, staring at you with a unfazed look as he sat on his chair to his desk, he knew already. With a low chuckle he said, “c’mere lovie.” A scoff erupted from you as he called you over. Crossing your arms, you replied, “No.” Your refusal was quick, as if you anticipated his order. Ghost only shook his head, unbuttoning his shirt and giving you a smirk. He leaned back on his chair, his gaze narrowing. “I said, come here,” he repeated, the firm order leaving no room for negotiation. His voice held a hint of possession.

One thing led to another and now you were on his bed, arching your back as you took him on all fours, his once gloved hands now holding your arms together behind you back, slamming into you. It was aggressive, Simon wasn’t the one to be all soft and comforting, after all you came for a reason.

“Mmh.. u’re so good baby, takin’ me whole.”

“God, u’re such a good girl.”

“Look who’s a mess beneath me.”

“U’re melting at my touch.”

“Next u’re g’na rake mah babies.”

He continued moaning out rambled words, being so pussy-drunk until it was finished. Both of you reaching your high and taking each other in.

Both Simon and the reader stayed on their backs, faced to the ceiling as they caught their breath. Simon turned to look at you, a smirk painting his face.

“I don’t regret what I said.”

[skibasyndrome]

Simon. I am begging. On my knees

"I want to feel you inside"

Nina!!! Hi!!! No this has not been sitting for over a month nope dkgshdf anyways, thank you so much for sending me a prompt (and also for helping me decide what to write today hehe), I hope you will like this one 💜💜💜

camping redemption; friends to lovers; my god, they are sweating

cw: nsfw

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Once they settle down inside the tent, it doesn't take long for them to discard the sleeping bags after all. They rustle traitorously in the stuffy silence as Wille kicks them away, off to the other side of the tent, where they won't bother them for the night.

Simon lets out a pleased sigh, finding it a lot easier to breathe without unruly nylon and polyester pooling around him. Not even the proximity to the lake is making the uncharacteristic heaviness of this May night any better. Maybe it's worse. He feels like his shirt is still damp, as is his hair, their late evening swim seeming like not as much of a good idea anymore. Besides him, over on the other iso mat, Wille lets out a groan. "This was a bad idea," he mumbles. When Simon turns back around, facing him, he sees that he's tugging on the collar of his t-shirt, attempting to fan some coolness down his body. Simon doubts he's going to find any cool air, though. Not even the fact that they've only closed up the fly sheet is allowing any semblance of a breeze to enter into their tent. Simon can't quite bite back his amusement. There's something adorably hilarious about Wille when he's whiny. There's a reason why Simon's always enjoyed teasing his best friend. Even if he's been doing it less and less as they grew older, and with them, Wille's aversion to being laughed at, even in good humor. But it seems fine now, seems like they're just relaxed enough. So Simon stretches his leg, pokes Wille's shin with his toe. "Your fault," he says, and follows suit when Wille moves his leg out of the way. "Let's go camping for my birthday," Simon mocks, dropping his voice in exaggeration. "Like in the old days." At that, Wille kicks back lightly.

"I don't sound like that," he protests. But Simon can see the smile on his face, even in the dim light of their camping lantern. He's not ready to give up, not until he sees Wille squirm again. It's been too long. "Let's get out of the city," Simon quips, voice still comically low. Their legs are a tangled mess now, each of them trying to keep the other one from poking, tickling, kicking. Wille lets out another whine, but at least this one rings familiar of amusement and lighthearted frustration. "You make me sound like I'm old," he groans, raising his shirt up and over his face, covering what Simon hopes is a bright blush, as if that will make it disappear. Unfortunately, the opposite is true. Simon's retort gets momentarily stuck in his throat when his eyes drop to Wille's naked skin. Most days, Simon has no problem forgetting about the fact that Wille looks the way he does. That, under his baggy shirts, there are firm lines of muscle, and skin so charmingly pale and freckled that Simon has thought about counting the little marks in weak moments. Most days, Simon's attraction to Wille can be neatly tucked away, sitting somewhere in the back of his mind. Their friendship is too comfortable, too lived in, has always been closer than most people around them understood. Whenever Simon found the words to put to the feelings, it had already been too long, too settled for anything to change. Most days Simon feels a spark, a sting, a flare of something, and can manage to get right back to business. So he can do that, now, as well. When he averts his eyes, finding Wille's cotton-covered face again, he forces out a laugh. It sounds a little too strained to his own ears, but maybe Wille won't notice. "You make yourself sound old," Simon says, trying to wiggle his leg free from where it's trapped between Wille's. His skin feels extra warm where it's rubbing against Wille's leg hair. Another whine and Wille releases Simon's leg. The air has gotten even stuffier. Maybe it's mostly Simon's head, maybe it's mostly him being reckless and weird tonight and his focus slipping, as his eyes are slipping down again. Wille's belly rises and falls with his breathing, and, deep inside of Simon, there's the stirring of that familiar urge to... feel it, to reach out a hand and experience it up close. Wille's body, his breathing, his skin. It's an instinct he's so used to, somewhere between loving his friend and wanting to have him as close as possible and a different kind of want, sharper around the edges and more searing. Sometimes it keeps him awake at night, when he trails his hand over his own body instead, wondering, with ever dip and every crevice, what the topology of Wille would feel like under his fingertips. He doesn't usually have to face the feeling so up front anymore these days. The times of shared school locker rooms are over, most moments of nakedness defused by other friends with them. Maybe it's not just Simon's head. With a noise of discontent, Wille tugs the shirt further up, over his head. It lands where the pile of sleeping bags is resting. Simon lets out a quiet breath. He's been quiet for a moment too long, Simon realizes, when Wille clears his throat suddenly.

"Sorry," Wille says, "it's just way too hot." He still sounds lighthearted, but Simon thinks there's an edge there, hard to place. But he can't have that, can't let this get weird. Can't let what he's able to deal with perfectly fine get between them now. "No, I know," Simon says and rolls onto his back again. Thinking is easier when he's only looking a green canvas. But it still isn't helping the heat in any way. Simon decides to bite the bullet. With a sigh, he pulls his own shirt over his head and blindly throws it into the general direction of the other fabric.

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: ̗̀➛ a/n: Hey Guys, this is my first post back! The poll winner was for a one-shot (I didn't wanna wait for the poll to end, I'm impatient), so I decided to write for Karasu, he's one of my fav characters from blue lock. I might wright a poly one-shot with him and Otoya in the near future, if you would want to see that, lmk. This was all done on my computer so it's not as good as I want it to be 😓Other than that, Hope y'all like the one-shot🤗

: ̗̀➛ Word Count: 8.8k (Got a lil carried away 😓)

: ̗̀➛ Content: Tabito Karasu x Fem! Reader (Could also be Gn! Reader) ft. Eita Otoya, Friends to Lovers troupe, Post-Blue Lock, Uni/College setting, Fluff, a little angst (if you squint), Mutual Pinning, all characters are 18+ in this one-shot, Some Suggestive actions/scenes, may be a bit ooc.

: ̗̀➛ Synopsis: Karasu was a friend you met thru Otoya. You three spent a lot of time together inside and outside of your college, so when Otoya starts to openly flirt with you in front of Karasu, you discovered the longing you felt for Karasu wasn't so one-sided after all.

Eita introduced you to his best friend at the beginning of your second semester in Uni. You couldn't deny the fact that the raven-haired man was attractive. He was tall, had a muscular body, and his eyes, oh his eyes, his eyes were a beautiful blue color, The hue of them coming to life just right as the sunlight kissed his face. You also noticed a mole that adorned his face right under his right eye. You learned from Eita that his name was Tabito Karasu.

It is now the end of your second semester and you three were inseparable on and off campus, whether it was them walking you to class, lunch, to your shared locker, hell, sometimes you three would just go wherever the wind took you. It wasn't hard to click into the routine after a while, their presence became something that was second nature to you, it also wasn't hard to realize you had caught feelings for Karasu.

Eita being the bully he is, teased you for it when he caught on. You still remember the conversation like it was yesterday, "You like the douche bag, don't you?" His words ringing in your ear louder than any noise ever could. You couldn't exactly deny the fact that you like him, but you wouldn't indulge Eita with what he wanted. "And what made you come to that conclusion?" You asked, a hint of curiosity in your voice. He shrugged, "What wouldn't? Just the way you look at him gives it away to me" He flashes you that dumb, teasing smirk and you groan, "Maybe I do like Karasu, what about it?'' He shakes his head, looking out the window, "Nothing, just wanted to know" He says in a almost laid-back, relaxed tone that sounded a little too relaxed, even for him. But you decided not to think too much into it, besides there was no way he could have recorded you saying that, his phone was in the other room charging after it died on him while doomscrolling.

Today was no different than any other day. You three were off campus, heading to your place for a monthly movie night that was long overdue. You were walking in-between them, music playing in your headphones as you felt a tap on your shoulder, it was Karasu. "Do ya' have any snacks at yer' place?" He asked, making direct eye contact with you. "I should, I went grocery shopping like a week or 2 ago." Eita just watched from his side, as you and Karasu striked up a conversation with ease, wondering if what he has planned will work tonight. Unbeknownst to you, Tabito and Eita had a similar conversation right after he finished talking to that night.

Eita's POV

Karasu knew his best friend wasn't the brightest with things like this, so he was fairly nervous to find out this "idea" Eita had for him. You were clueless to it all, the conversations those two shared about you, the way Karasu would sneakily glace at you from afar, the way Eita would tease him for it, you always chopped it up to be some sort of inside joke or something between the two since you know they're closer with each other than they are with you. Oh, if only you knew what tonight held in store for you...

You three finally reach your place after 15 minutes of walking. As you step in, the cold air from you AC brushes against your skin nicely as you let out a sigh and kick off your shoes, tossing them along the wall of the front door. The two men do the same, as this isn't their first time in your home. "I see ya' cleaned up for us darlin' how nice." Karasu purred out, flashing his usual smirk at you. You were used to the nicknames by now, even though they still get you flustered. "Had to, didn't want my favorite people tripping over trash now, did I?'' You spoke back, looking over your shoulder to look at the two. Eita snickered and elbowed the taller male, "Tonight's gonna be great." He said, while chuckling. You didn't mind it much, though, Karasu did. It put him on high alert to look out for himself and you, he knew Eita was bound to do something stupid sooner or later.

You three sat on the couch in your living room, watching some horror movie. You were on the far left of the couch, Eita was in the middle and Tabito was on the right. Yall were in pajamas and there was a blanket sprawled out among you three. You had a plushie placed in the center of your lap as you watched the movie, occasionally reaching for snacks that were on the table. Karasu couldn't help but look at you every now and then, the way your eyes would slightly shut when a gore scene came on, when you jumped at some of the scares, it amused him. He just wanted to wrap his arms around your waist while you were in his lap, cuddling and watching the movie. Of course, Eita noticed his small smile and the glances he was stealing at you, so he decided to start step one of his plan.

He slides over to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder and whispers something in your ear that makes you giggle. Karasu stares daggers into the back of his head, Eita knew he was looking but continued. Karasu normally wouldn't call himself a jealous man, but Eita was pushing his limits. Every laugh he drew out of you, every look, every smile, it only made Karasu more jealous. So, he got up and went upstairs. "Tabi, where are you going?" You asked, confusion in your voice. Though as much as he wanted to turn around and make a snarky remark, he didn't. "To the bathroom." He mumbled. Otoya had such a grin on his face, you would think he knew what he was doing, and of course, and unbeknownst to you, he did. He knew his best friend was bound to get at least a little jealous. But what he didn't know was the effect it had on him.

When Tabito reached the bathroom upstairs, he locked the door behind him and sat down on the floor. Seeing his best friend openly flirt with you like that made him feel a certain way. While his ego may be big, his self-image wasn't. He's always viewed himself as mediocre or average. He was nervous to confess to you, not because he thinks he'll get rejected, but because he sees you as way out of his league. When Eita told him that you said you like him, he was just a tad bit shocked. He just thought you were being polite at first, but the more he looked into it, the more he realized that it wasn't being polite. It was small gestures that pointed to how much of a liking you took to him. Lingering touches, the smile you'd give him, the way you'd look at him. It made sense to him now, and that he has the opportunity, he doesn't wanna let it go. He just hopes this is the one thing he isn't mediocre at. He wants to be with you, near you always, never letting you go. He wants to-

*Knock Knock*

"Tabi? Are you okay in there?" You ask

silence...

"Eita's been texting you, you haven't responded so I'd thought I'd come check on you myself..."

Karasu takes his phone out his pocket.

Karasu's POV

" 'm good." He finally says. You noticed his voice is softer than usual. "Can I come in..?" You finally manage to ask. After a few moments, you hear the doorknob click and you twist it and open the door to see Tabito in the bathroom, standing and just looking at you. "Can we talk, like in private?" Tabito asks, his voice laced with an unusual tone of seriousness and something else you can't predict. You look at him with a soft, almost sympathetic look on your face "Sure, is there something bothering you? If so, we could go talk in my room." You shoot him a small smile, and it makes his heart melt, you grab his hand and lead you two into your bedroom, closing the door behind you.

"So, what's up?" You asked, looking off to the side, nervous for whatever will come next. Tabito took a seat on your bed, eyes casted down on the floor. "Me and Otoya had a talk the other night." Your heart dropped as you remembered the talk you and Eita had the other day, your mind flooded with doubt, but you kept up a facade. "Oh, what did y'all talk about?" You asked even though your gut feeling was telling you that you already knew. "He told me that ya' liked me, is that true..?" Your heart dropped down so far you swear you could feel it at your feet. Your gaze suddenly got more anxious, more rapid, looking anywhere but at him. He noticed your nervous body language and decided to speak up. "If it is, I wanted to tell ya' that I like ya' too..." His eyes trailed from the floor to your figure, searching for any reaction. To his surprise, you were already staring at him, slightly widened eyes staring into his. "You're serious?" You said with a small glint in your eyes, staring back into his, hoping he wasn't joking. He nodded his head, "As serious as I've ever been." He said, staring back at you.

There was an awkward silence between the two of you before you stepped forward in front of Karasu. You take your hand under his chin and lift it to look at you. "Is that why you stormed up here? Were you jealous..?'' You said with a smirk on your face and a smug tone alluding from your voice. His eyes casting somewhere else, anywhere else rather than on you. You chuckled and kissed him on his cheek. "We both know I wouldn't fall for a womanizer like Eita, besides, your more of a gentleman than him and you're not ashamed of what you like, I adore that about you." Those last words spoke out to him more than anything. He looks at you, those beautiful blue eyes boring straight into yours as you stared back, you had to admit, you thought his eyes looked pretty in the sun, but they look even better in the moonlight. He pulls you into his lap by your waist and had you sat on his thigh. "Can I kiss ya'?'' He asked, lips already just mere inches away from yours, you nodded with slight fever.

His lips meet yours in a slow, sensual and passionate kiss, his lips slotted against yours so perfectly, like they were made for each other. His large, calloused hands holding the small of your back as you wrap your arm around his neck. He lifts you up with ease and you squeal into the kiss from his sudden action. "Tabi, where are we going?" You ask through little giggles, that turn into chuckles when he positions you to carry you bridal style. "I wanna show off what's mines now." In a low yet teasing tone as he carries you down the steps. Eita hears the footsteps and turns towards you and Tabito. "About time you two finally got together." He says nonchalantly, going back to scroll on his phone. "Damn right we did, couldn't just leave my pretty girl up for grabs now, could I?" You chuckled and turned your head to look at him. "You really are something aren't you?" You say, a slightly teasing tone behind your words. "What can I say? Pretty girls like ya' deserve the world." He says, kissing you once more. Eita fake gags at the romantic action. "Get a room dude, I'm right here.." Tabito chuckles at his friends reaction, sitting back down on the couch, with you in his lap this time, and Un-pauses the movie. "We jus' might." He says, teasingly while holding your waist, head resting on your shoulder as he kisses your cheek as you three go back to watching the movie.

(This lowkey took less time than I thought it would. Let me know what y'all think and what y'all wanna see next, requests are open btw)