#it has been hinted already.... do you know what it could be 👀

[arkhammaid]

Nemesis fic, I have missed you!!! Loved the snippet, but to be fair what can ever top a whole birthday album???

oscar finally fullfilling sabrina's long time dream-

[deepestnightcolor]

Oml I love your writing, I just binged all the Sam fics! I saw you take requests for Harvey 👀 any chance for a “confidential check up?”

Hello, dear anon!~ Thank you so much for both the compliment and request. This was my first time writing a full-blown Harvey fic - and I hope I did suffice :D

Thanks for your request, and thank you so much for your time and love! <3

ᴀ/ɴ: as I said, this is my first time writing a Harvey fic and I am still sick, so I hope it will suffice!!

PS: I hid two Easter eggs this time. >:)

PPS: maybe 2,5, one being a slight nod at @sashiavi >:))

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Harvey (SDV) x Fem!eader

ᴡᴄ: 4194 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: medical misconduct, unprotected sex, light nipple play, seductive reader, Harvey's a little insecure.

☾ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ, ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ, ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴅʏ ☽

A secret that you'd never share? Simple and carnal, your secret was. Primitive, even. You had only made the appointment with Doctor Harvey to finally wrap the man around your finger.

You had tried it fair and square at first, you seriously had! Coming by whenever he had time, bringing him little gifts you were sure he'd like; trying to engage him in conversation.

However, Harvey always seemed so busy, so professional. Telling you to take care and stay healthy and giving you advice on how you achieve just that. Always looking out for you, always gentle in his words and behavior. And by Yoba, it made you want to break him even more.

Also, what better way was there to implement your plan than to catch the little lamb where it felt the safest and most confident? Of course, it was a little unfair, pretending you needed his help and skills to treat an injury, but then again you did. Just not in the way Harvey would expect. He had loads of chances to get the hint, but nothing had worked. Not even when you had fished out the shortest skirt possible out of your closet and wore it with a top that left barely anything to one's imagination, accidentally falling on your knees right in front of Harvey, showing off those lace panties of yours. No, that hadn't worked either. Harvey had let out a gasp that made you believe you had finally done something to him, just to rush to your side and ask if you were okay. If you needed help, if you were dizzy. Fuck did you want to cry out that you were dizzy for him, his touch. Instead, you gave him a sweet smile, fluttering your lashes at him as you told him no, you were fine. But thank you so much, Harvey!

You had scrambled to your feet and made your way back to the farm with your head hanging, and that was the point you decided it would probably need to be all or nothing.

“So, what brings you here today? Maru only noted that you requested to see me. I hope you didn't hurt yourself?” Harvey asked, scooting closer on his rolling chair. You were already propped up on the table, smiling sweetly at Harvey.

You had picked out an excellent outfit for the day, if you were allowed to say so. A blouse that was easy to open up and discard, and a skirt that seemed modest enough yet was nothing but of the mere purpose of covering up your lack of panties. And you were hurting. Terribly so, even. For him.

“Nono, Doc. I just, you know. I've been feeling some kind of way. Under the weather, you might say.” You leaned forward a bit now, running your fingers through your hair before twirling a strand around your finger. You were met with a pair of green-brown eyes, so full of consideration and empathy. It made you want to just sit on his face and make him spill all of his care onto your sweet pussy until you could feel it in every part of your body.

“I see! And how does that show? Do you have a headache? Do you feel more tired than usual?”

So sweet and caring, Doctor Harvey. Too cute to not bite.

You let out a sigh as if you were contemplating, biting around on your lower lip. “No, that's not it. I don't know how to describe it, it's…embarrassing.”

The doctor looked up at you again, putting away his notepad now. He gave you a sweet, genuine smile. A hand landed on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"There’s absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. This is a safe, confidential space; nothing will leave these walls.”

Go on, little lamb. Step right into the trap.

You leaned back a bit, pushing out your chest now. “Well, it's my chest. It's been so…so tender lately.”

A hum. That's all you got. A hum. Or so you thought. Because if you looked closely, you could see more. His moustache was twitching as his eyes flickered down to your breasts. Harvey was a professional, though. He quickly cleared his throat, nodding at you.

“Alright, I will glad- I would be happy- let's take a look, shall we?”

It took a lot from you to not break out in a grin; having the man break out in a stutter like that? It definitely was a step forward.

“Yes, please.” You needed to pretend to be innocent now - you didn't want to scare him away, after all.

Your fingers were quick to unbutton your shirt and your upper body was already bare before the doctor could even properly turn back to you. For a moment, his motions seemingly stuttered to a halt, his hands still clasped together from rubbing the disinfectant on them.

His moustache twitched again as he approached you, taking a seat on the chair again.

“Alright, my hands might be a little cold from the disinfectant, but I should be quick.”

Fuck, you hoped that he wouldn't be. You gave him a nod and what you hoped to be a shy smile, pushing your chest towards him a little.

And then, finally…Fucking finally you felt tender fingers on the soft skin of your breasts. It left you breathless for a moment, helpless as he traced the curves of your tits so expertly.

The moan falling from your lips really wasn't an accident, but Harvey, dear sweet Harvey, decided to let you off the hook. Ever the gentleman, wasn't he?

“Did that hurt?” He asked, his eyes flickering up to you, gently squeezing the flesh again. This time you looked straight into his eyes as you moaned, licking your lips. “No, it just…tingles,” you grinned, eyes following Harvey's dropping hands with dismay. 

“Well, I did not find any lumps or irritations that could explain the tenderness. Did any lifestyle changes happen? Or perhaps a new medication?” 

Pretending to be thinking, you swung your legs back and forth. One of your feet got in contact with his shin, slowly tracing upwards only to slide down again.

The man’s face was stoic, eyes trained on your face with a stern look. 

Yet again, the twitching of his moustache betrayed him.

The thought that you hadn't responded yet reeled you in a little: “No…Well. Maybe kind of? You know…I've been having, well. Thoughts about someone. Thoughts about them touching me, wanting me,” you began, your foot wandering to his knee.

“Could that be it?”

A blush had spread on his cheeks now, and Yoba did you love to see it. He picked up the notepad and quickly jotted something down, then nodded.

“I assume that could be it-”

“And what do I do about it, Doctor? It hurts, after all.”

Immediately, his attention is  back on you completely. “Hurts? Where?”

A vague pointing to your body made Harvey's hand reach out, touching your stomach. “Here?”

You shook your head, letting your foot wander down again. “Lower.”

His brows furrowed now and he let his hand slide towards your abdomen. “Here? Are they cramps?”

Again, you shook your head.

“Lower.”

He was hesitating now, looking up at you with an uncertainty you had never seen before, and it felt like another small victory.

“Could you…uh. Point me to where it hurts?”

Click - the trap was snapping shut.

It didn't need many words; you opened up your legs without an ounce of hesitation, revealing your cunt, all wet and ready for the doctor. “There.”

Harvey swallowed thickly, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find the words. Words that wouldn't have him lose his license. It wasn't like he hadn't seen genitals before - much more than one would expect from a small town like this - and he had never been affected. So why was his throat dry now? Why was his heart pounding like this?

“It's getting like this whenever I see handsome men like you, what could that be?”

“It’s getting like…what?” by now he was thankful that he was able to get some words out with his head feeling as light as it did right now.

“I dunno…wet?”

His eyes went straight back to your pussy, staring at it. You were wet. And you looked delicious. But he was a doctor. A professional. He had done so much to be where he was right now!

“Oh! That…uh. That…it- well. It stems from attraction. It's so..so sexual intercourse can happen more easily, you see. All natural. There's no need to worry at all.”

He was pulling back, this damn professional. Even though you could see that you were getting to him. “But…isn't there a remedy?”

Harvey wanted to just sink into the ground. His head still felt light, and he could feel his pants tighten - he had been mesmerized by you ever since you had introduced yourself. And of course, he had noticed your attempts to catch his attention - he wasn't stupid, after all. Yet Harvey had promised himself. Promised himself to not get too involved anymore. And now you were here. Exposed, and seemingly ready for him. So close but- he had to be strong. Be a doctor.

“Well, for one…You could do some self-care. Masturbation is quite healthy for the human body and mind.”

Like hell he'd recommend you to have sex with someone else, not even someone like him could be so professional. You called him handsome after all, for crying out loud!

“Oh! And…how does that work?” 

Your patience was running thin now, but you felt like you were so close to having him where you wanted him, despite him being so oblivious. His face was motionless now as he stared at you, Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He was obviously looking for words.

“I-”

“Come on, Doctor Harvey. You're supposed to help me, aren't you?” You cooed, interrupting the clouding thoughts before they could really rain on him.

“But- that is the thing. I am your Doctor-”

You didn't answer him right away, your hand wandering to your clit first, giving it a gentle flick.

“And what if you prescribed yourself to be my remedy? I think you're the only thing that can help me,” you moaned.

The groan coming from his direction certainly wasn't professional anymore. A hand, now warmer than before, settled on your thigh. “You said it hurts here?” 

Before you could look where his finger was pointing you could feel the pad of it trace through your wet folds. 

“Exactly,” you breathed, spreading your legs a little further. 

“I can't see much,” he murmured, his cock twitching painfully in his pants. “I'd need to clean you up first before I run some more tests...is that okay with you?”

The bobbing of your head was enough for Harvey to finally break down.

He leaned forward faster than he would have guessed from himself, his fingers spreading your folds, and by Yoba, you were wet. All the more reason to examine you closely, wasn’t it? Keeping you healthy wasn’t bad, after all. It was his job. And if that was what it took, he would oblige – for the sake of medicine, of course. Not because of his throbbing cock and the desperate need to taste you on his tongue; not because he was salivating from the thought alone.

His tongue slowly slipped out of his mouth, a sliver of hesitation lingering in the air. He could see your hole contract when you thought him close, he could see the shivers making the muscles of your thighs twitch whenever his hot breath hit the wetness of your cunt, and yet…wasn’t this wrong? Had he somehow taken advantage of you?

“Harvey, fuck, please?” A small rock of your hips followed your words. Urging him closer. He could smell you now, and holy life, did you smell good. Lured him right into taking a deep whiff, as if he didn’t know he would get drunk on you immediately. Yet he did know and he willingly took another deep inhale. The impatient whine above him caused his eyes to flicker up to your face. You looked down at him, your lower lip tugged between your sets of pearly whites. No words needed to be spoken, and yet Harvey still followed your order.

His tongue slowly slipped out of his mouth; eyes glued to your face. He wanted to see how you would react to that first contact, wanted to see if you felt as hot as he did right now. His pants were really straining against his aching erection, his zipper pressing against the shaft through his boxers. He was pretty sure those were wet too by now, with all the pre-cum he had been leaking. He finally pressed the muscle against your entrance, licking a flat, thick line upwards. And he took his time doing it; so much so that it had your toes curl and your thighs close in around his head. The brunet was quick to react, though, one hand holding your leg open, while the other busied itself with spreading open your pussy for his hungry tongue. His licking had become faster now, but precise enough to avoid your clit. He was, after all, only cleaning you up now, wasn’t he? Still, that didn’t mean that his hot tongue licking up whatever you gave him didn’t make you moan for him. How long had you been thinking about this? Having Harvey between your legs, in any which way he would have offered? Too long. And now he finally had his head buried between your thighs, licking and sucking you up like a starved man offered a meal after ages of going hungry. His tongue licked up and down, from one side to the other, but he still ignored your hardening clit with apparently the same professionalism he had ignored your advances before.

He gave your lips a light suck, then sunk his tongue deep inside of you. A groan left his glistening lips, eyes shut tight while he lapped at your walls eagerly, trying to get as much of you as possible into his mouth. “Harvey, oh fuck, right there,” you breathed, hand flying in his hair to hold onto the strands between your fingers tightly, giving a tug that was harder than you had intended it to be. But that only seemed to spur the male on more, his face burying deeper, tongue and lips working in unison now. And by Yoba, he had never tasted anything this good; so sweet, so…you; and you were addictive.

Your hips bucked upwards for him, if to grant him easier access or just because you couldn’t keep them down anymore, you didn’t know. You didn’t really care, either. Harvey’s moustache rubbed against you in a way that made your head spin, his lips sucking on you while he circled his tongue within you made your whole body tense. Even when pussy-drunk he seemed incredibly precise, knowing just where to brush past, when to suck and when to lick.

 You weren’t able to do much anymore, just hold onto his hair and wait for the sweet, sweet release to wash over you and in turn, Harvey’s tongue.

It was close; you could feel it in the ripple down your spine, in the way you clenched around him, you could feel it in the pit of your stomach, too. You were dangerously close to the edge, and one well-placed flick would push you over. You were ready for it; the string of moans that left your lips were dirty, raw, carrying all the words you couldn’t form anymore.

You awaited the feeling of your orgasm crashing over you, not to suddenly feel empty and cold after being engulfed in the warmth of his mouth. But Harvey was standing now, his face wet and his glasses fogged up from the heat that had reached the cool surface, and yet you knew that he was staring right at you. You opened your mouth, but you didn’t trust your vocal cords just yet, so all you did was letting out a confused hum, to which the brunet in front of you smiled.

“You are all clean now- I believe you are ready for further tests.”

Fuck, you were. More than that. By now, you really felt an ache in your body, and the only remedy was there, right in front of you, fumbling with the buttons of his pants. His hands were shaking, enough so for you to lean forward, popping the button open for him. The doctor let out an awkward laugh, moustache twitching from the embarrassed rumble that went through him. “Sorry,” he whispered but quickly switched gears when you pressed a kiss to his lips. The taste of you mixed with his spit made you whimper, the appetite for him only growing within you. You wanted to help him tug down his boxers as well, but instead of fabric, you were met with the soft skin that had been hidden beneath until now. Your throat went dry; you just had to pull away and look at him. He was big, tip coated in a layer of pre-cum, his shaft girthy.

“Harvey, please,” you stammered, leaning back on the table so he could lean over you more easily.

The brunet followed you like a well-behaved lamb, leaning in again to kiss you. You could feel the tip of his dick against your entrance, slowly pushing forward. The stretch the head of his penis caused made your eyes roll back, excitement for the rest of his girth stretching you bubbling inside of you.

Harvey, ever the gentleman, took it slow. Rutting inside of you, centimetre after centimetre, eyes fixed on your face for any signs of pain and discomfort. He brushed your hair to the side to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how good you felt, how wet you were for him, and holy Yoba, did he ever feel anything like this before?

You had to admit, at first, the stretch did hurt a little, but with both him being so tender with you, so gentle, the pain quickly turned into a cloud of lust and despair. You wanted him, and you weren’t afraid to show him anymore. “Harvey, oh, for fuck’s sake, fuck me.”

A twitch, and then a shove that made him bottom out inside of you. A groan from him bled into the moan that tore from you, but that didn’t make Harvey pause. Not anymore.

His thrusts were shaky, unsure at first. He was just so adorable, wasn’t he? His eyes searched yours as if to ask for approval, as if to make sure he was doing this right, and it made your heart swell within your chest.

“You are so good to me, Harv,” you whispered, shamelessly letting your moans slip for him. The brunet’s eyes lit up, and he pushed his hips forward faster, more eagerly now.

Smiling to yourself, you let your head lull back. Harvey’s dick felt so good within you, filling you out with clumsy thrusts that steadied the more confidence he felt. Your back arched in as the brunet found a rhythm that seemingly fitted both your tastes; fast strokes that reached deep within you. The little grunts that left his slightly swollen hips only added fuel to the fire, only made you want him more.

Your legs hooked around his soft hips as he fucked into you with quick thrusts, body working with him to get him to go harder, more ruthless. Lucky for you, Harvey was a quick learner. Dick now fucking into you harder, red tip still pounding as deep as he could go.

The man’s face was a mix of pleasure and astonishment as if he wasn’t able to believe this was really happening to him. You just felt so damn good around him, walls clinging to his hot cock, sucking him off with each thrust. If he had a say in it, he would have never left your sweet pussy again, keeping his dick buried inside of you, thrusting into you whenever he deemed fit.

The moans and whines of his name that filled the examination room made his vision blur; his balls incredibly tight all of a sudden.

“Harveeey,” you gasped out, your hand reaching for his in an attempt to hold onto something again, fingers gently brushing along his knuckles before intertwining. The brunet above you was panting now, his hips never stilling as he fucked into you. His eyes, however, weren’t focused on your face anymore; they had fallen onto your tits that were bouncing oh so nicely for him with each of his thrusts. He just couldn’t help himself; it was too tempting – his head dipped down, teeth catching one of your pretty pink nipples, nibbling on it just to suck it into his mouth moments later.

You could feel the feeling start to grow inside of you again, your orgasm approaching you, even though you didn’t want this to stop yet. You didn’t want this to end just now, now that he was filling you up so perfectly, cock sliding against your squishy walls with such ease; you didn’t want his balls slapping against your wet cunt to stop just yet, you wanted, no, needed, more.

As if hearing your thoughts, Harvey picked up his pace just a little more, his mouth switching to the other nipple to pay it the same amount of attention. The squelching sound of the wetness between your legs was to die for, just like the feeling of his orgasm hot in his veins.

You just felt so deliciously good, better than any neat whiskey ever could have, and it made him go crazy. He felt hot, he felt like he was just about close enough to heaven to feel it, but not quite there. The bucking of his hips grew more desperate as he chased his orgasm, going hard and deep inside of you while his mouth busied itself leaving hickeys on your bouncing tits. The insecurity from before had vanished, and the groans, the begs, the whines, the praise, all coming from you was enough to keep it away.

“Harvey, I am- fuck, I am so close-“

He would have answered, had he been able to. But he had basically gone mute, aside from the whimpers and groans, as well as high-pitched moans that dared to tumble from his tongue. Instead, he just nodded at you and did his best to pick up the pace some more. It was just so hard with you sucking around him so nicely, drooling all over his dick. So hard to focus when he could feel you shake beneath him, making his body ache for the final push.

The bite to your tit he gave you, combined with his deepest thrust yet was enough for you. You squeezed his hand tightly, your toes curling and your back arching in as finally allowed the release to flow over you. You cried out his name, your sweet, pretty cunt spasming around poor Harvey, who was, admittedly, both absolutely pussy-drunk and empty-minded.

His breathing now came in forceful, laboured pushes, and if he had ever heard a patient breathe like that, he would have sent them straight to bed and run endless tests on them. But this – this was nothing but the sheer hunger for one person.

He suddenly slammed forward once more, his back arching in as he moaned out your name loudly, penis twitching as he came inside of you, cum painting your walls white. He had to squeeze his eyes shut to not lose focus, his mouth hanging open as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your legs were quivering with each thrust that sent shocks up your spine from the overstimulation that slowly started to nag at you.

Panting, the brunet tried to keep himself from crashing down on top of you, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead. His eyes were still hazy as they took in your fucked-out expression. You looked ruined but also completely…satisfied.

Your hand was still shaky as you reached up to let it run down his flushed cheek, a smile on your lips. “That definitely helped, Harv,” you whispered, voice slightly more hoarse than it had been that morning.

Harvey cleared his throat, and after a moment or maybe two – maybe also three, he just felt so good inside of you – pulled out of you, shaky legs carrying him over to the sink where he wettened some paper towels to clean you up.

“I am glad I was able to help.”

Disappointment settled in your stomach. Was that it? Did he just go back to his professional self like the table beneath you wasn’t drenched in your wetness and his cum?

“But I need to run a few more tests. I think home visits would be best; I’d need different surfaces and times.”

Click. Two lambs had fallen for the trap

[hgfictionwriter]

Cravings

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Pregnancy has its hardship, including constant needing and wanting. Thankfully, Jessie is happy to oblige.

Warnings: Smut! Oral, strapping, preg kink, breeding kink.

A/N: My kinks are showing 👀. But lots of fluff, comfort, and adoration in this fic, too. Based mostly on this request.

"Are you sure you have to go?" You asked as you played with the collar of Jessie's shirt. You looked up at her with the saddest look you could muster.

"I'm sorry, babe. Only a couple more away games then I'm all yours," she promised you as she leaned down to capture your lips and rest her hands on your large bump. She grinned and gave you bright smile as she felt a soft kick under her hand. "See? She says it's 'okay'."

"Ganging up on me already, I see," you returned flatly before cracking a smirk. Jessie kneeled and kissed your stomach tenderly.

"I can't help it if she takes after me already," she said with a playful glance up at you.

"Mhmm," you replied as you looked down at her, reaching out and playing with the strands of hair framing her face. "Well I guess that wouldn't be such a bad thing."

"Yeah?" Jessie asked, laying more kisses along your middle, lifting your shirt now to do so and caressing you.

"Mm, stop, babe," you pouted as that much too familiar pang between your legs started up again. "You know what that does to me. I'm so horny all the time already."

"What?" Jessie asked innocently as she continued to slowly kiss your bump and brought her hands to your hips, thumbs gently massaging the dip between your hips and thighs. "I'm not going anywhere until tomorrow. I'm all yours for tonight."

The dull throbbing within your core increased at the mere allusion to what could be. You'd always been hot for her, but since your pregnancy started, your sex drive was off the charts. Thankfully, Jessie was always game to assist.

"You know exactly what you're doing," you continued to pout as your fingers ran through her hair a little firmer.

"Loving my wife?" She asked lightly as she lowered the band of your pants and continued to pepper slow kisses on your newly exposed skin.

"I mean, I know why I'm horny, but I don't get your side." A small wave of self-doubt ran through you as you looked down at your wife, only part of her head was visible now over the top of your stomach. "You're surrounded by the hottest women day in and day out. It was hard to compete before, and now? I'm just saying - I'd understand if you're not as attracted to me as I am to you."

Jessie paused, glancing up at you before standing. She held your gaze with a look that was both warm and loving, but a hint bemused as well. She cupped your face tenderly as she spoke.

"I think you're as gorgeous as ever. Truly. People always talk about pregnancy glow and all that, but now, seeing you like this, I understand it. You're so beautiful. Please believe me. I don't want anyone else."

She embraced you, pulling you close to her, adjusting her position to make room for your bump. "I love you desperately. I couldn't love anyone more." She smirked as she laid a hand on your midsection again and gave you a wink. "Except maybe this little one."

You rest your head against hers and leaned into her. "You're too good to me."

"No such thing," she replied easily as she kissed your cheek, her lips lingering before whispering in your ear. "And do I need to remind you that we had sex three times last week? I was gone for three days of the week." She finished with a light tug of your earlobe, causing your breath to hitch.

A teasing smile crossed your lips as you looked at her. "Would've been more if you'd been around."

"Mm," Jessie responded, eyes closing briefly as a physical reaction went through her at your words. She pulled you close and kissed you deeply. "I wish. I would've loved to make you cum even more." She started laying a slow, sensual trail of kisses down your neck, causing your shoulders to rise and tense. "I live to serve, after all."

"Well, it's the least you can do," you teased in a breathless voice as your fingers dug into the back of her arms. "I mean," you grasped her hand and guided it between your legs, your mouth twitched up into a smile at how she audibly moaned, "this is your fault, after all. So you better fix it."

She smiled into your neck and gave a prolonged kiss, moaning once more as her fingers traced along the fabric of your pants and feeling your heat radiating through. "I know, baby. I'll take good care of you."

Soon, Jessie had you seated on the couch, your clothes a forgotten memory. She knelt between your legs, already spread with the girth of your belly, and she nearly licked her lips at the sight of you.

She began kissing her way up your legs from the inside of your knees. Her hands reached under your thighs and hungrily kneaded the weight around your hips. She spoke in a low voice between kisses.

"You look so breathtaking. Your body swelling with our baby." She moaned softly again as she heard your breathing deepen and you shifted your hips towards her. "You, your body - this gorgeous body-" each work punctuated with another kiss, "is creating our family. Every new curve, every bit you grow, every stretch mark, is bringing our baby closer and closer to us."

She stopped, her mouth so close to your aching core that she could see how you dripped with anticipation and your scent intoxicated her. She locked eyes with you.

"I worship you for that," she said in reverence. "I love you. And you are the sexiest woman alive. I can't get enough of you."

Her name hitched in your throat as she dipped her tongue into your wetness. She lapped at you with slow, deep motions and didn't hold back the low moan that came when your arousal hit the back of her throat.

"Fuck, baby, you taste so good," Jessie said as she dug her face further into your heat and hungrily devoured you. "I swear you taste even better somehow."

Her eyes were closed as your hand came to rest on the back of her head, fingers digging into her scalp. She heard your other digging into the cushion next to you.

Jessie then traced her tongue up through your slick, swollen lips and began drawing circles around your clit before latching onto it with her lips and sucking as she flicked her tongue across it repeatedly.

Your cry filled the room and you tugged at her hair. Jessie remained fixed on your clit despite how your hips bucked against her. She smiled into you as she felt you clawing at the couch.

It wasn't long before your legs were flexing around her head as your orgasm overtook you. Your breathless moans filled the room, muffled by your thighs around her head, but she adored it. When your body finally relaxed, she came up for air, wiping your juices from her chin.

"God, baby, I love the way you cum," she said as she sat back, kissing your knee, then your stomach and mouth.

You laid there reclined on the couch as she sat next to you, a hand behind your back, idly massaging you as she waited for you to recover. She knew you well and knew that since the pregnancy, one orgasm wasn't going to cut it. When you were ready she carried you to the bedroom and set you down.

She started strapping up and when she turned back a small blush had formed on your cheeks that were already flush from your climax.

"You don't even need to ask," she said smoothly as she walked over, giving you a kiss. "I know what my girl needs."

"You certainly do," you agreed with a light chuckle.

Jessie moved past you and helped you up onto your knees to straddle her thighs before she laid back fully on the bed. You laughed, giving her a pointed look at how she was laying there, one hand stroking her strap, the other behind her head and simply waiting for you.

"Don't you look smug," you teased. She blushed, but didn't waver.

She sat up, one hand behind your back to hold you steady and one began to gently knead your tender breasts. Your head immediately fell back and a heady moan filled your throat.

"I know you're not done yet, baby" she said as she lightly sucked on your neck. "And why wouldn't I look smug? I just had the most incredible woman riding my face." She kissed along your jaw. "And now she's about to ride my cock."

"Oh fuck," you breathed, feeling your pussy pulse just from her words. You subconsciously ground your widened hips into her. "I need your cock."

"Yeah, love?" She said as she kissed you more, flexing her thighs up into you and urging you to grind into her harder.

"I need it, baby" you told her as you kneaded your hands into her shoulders.

She gave you one more kiss and grasped you under your thighs and helped lift you, guiding you onto her. She laid back again, one hand still supporting you as she held her strap with the other for you. Her mouth hung slightly open as her eyes flit back and forth between your face and watching her strap disappear inside of you.

You let out a long moan as she slowly filled you up until she was fully sheathed and you rested on her hips.

Her hands gripped your thighs, moving up to your hips and she stared adoringly at you. "God, you look so sexy on top of me."

You started to rock your hips, each motion making you more and more aroused. Soon, you started to lift up as much as you could, the tip of her strap stretching you out before you dropped back down to be filled to the brim once more.

Her arms flexed as she helped you bounce up and down on her and your eyes were locked on one another as waves of pleasure radiated through you with each thrust.

"God, your cock feels so good inside of me," you panted, your eyes now closing as you savoured the sensation. "You're filling me up so good." You opened your eyes again, meeting hers once more. "Can't wait until you cum inside of me."

Jessie's instincts went wild.

"You being so hungry for my cock is how you got like this in the first place," Jessie said. She grinned as you let out your loudest moan of the night yet.

"Oh my god," you said as you ground into her. "Yes, I needed you so bad. I didn't want you to pull out."

"Mm," Jessie grunted as she flexed her hips up into you. "How could I resist? This tight pussy milking my cock. Had to cum as deep as possible inside of you."

A desperate whimper came from you. You were so close, but your legs were burning and your movements were slowing and growing more laboured, even with Jessie's help. You squeezed her arm.

"Don't worry, babe. I've got you," Jessie said as she stilled you before maneuvering you both so you were on your hands and knees with her behind you.

One hand rest on your ass and the other reached down and caressed your stomach.

"Now look at you, so full and heavy with my baby," she said before gently pushing inside of you once more. You groaned hungrily into the bed as she filled you.

"I love carrying your baby," you said, arms now folded in front of you, your head rolling against your forearms in pleasure as she began to pick up her pace. "I love people seeing me and knowing I let you fill me up and stretch me out like this."

"Oh fuck," Jessie breathed as she began pumping in and out of you faster.

Your words, the way you bent over in front of her, the swell of your stomach, the whimpering moans you made. She felt feral, though mindful not to get carried away and be too rough.

"If you keep talking like this, I'll just have to keep you pregnant," she said as she dug her fingers into the flesh of your hips. "Round with our second in no time."

"Oh my God," you moaned. You clutched the sheets, knuckles white, as a cry fell from your lips as you felt yourself begin to convulse around her.

Jessie grunted as she watched you cumming around her cock. She cursed in adoration as your cum dripped around her strap and down your lips.

"Holy fuck, Princess," she breathed once you were finished and she'd pulled out, momentarily hypnotized by the way your hole gaped in the wake of her strap before closing. She spooned you as you now lay on your side, chest heaving in exhaustion.

A few minutes passed, Jessie idly caressing you as you rest in her arms. Eventually, you peeked over your shoulder at her.

"Are you sure you have to go?" You pouted once more. "How am I supposed to fuck myself like that without you here?" Jessie chuckled and kissed your shoulder.

"We'll make up for lost time when I'm back. I promise."

[binniesbooks]

Ok ok soo lets start with Yeonjun SINCE i think you said unti palang sya sa acc mo SOOOOOOO.. thinking abt teaserdom!yeonjun x sub!reader

Scenario isss, reader is fucking horny, its 3am and shes still awake (she has insomnia like me) she suddenly had a wave of horniness and how did she deal with that??? She masturbates, trying so hard not to make a sound since yeonjun is sleeping so pretty beside her (he's awake and aware LMAO) anddd like its not enough for her so she slowly takes yeonjun's hand and uses it to pleasure herself 👹 ( and we all know what happend after that👀 to be more detailed, yeonjun is a tease and edges reader ahhweibaiw ) the rest is yours to write fayee💓

It may not be the best BUT i thought abt this last night and i just had to request it to someone AFGRHRBRBRBRB

ALSOOO THIS IS WHAT IM IMAGING WHAT YEONJUN LOOKS LIKE IN THIS REQUEST WJSJSJSJSJSJ just change the pants into shorts hehe

• A HELPING HAND

YJ 999 .F25 2024

wc 2.2k

pairings performerbf!Yeonjun x insomniac!reader

warnings teaserdom!Yeonjun, sub!reader, self-relieving, mentions of medication for insomnia, pornographic video clips(?), light somno if you squint, oral sex (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie (+ anything I've missed)

faye's note took me so long, mock board wracked my brain. So thankful classes got suspended so I took the chance to write lol. HAHAHAHAHA

special thanks to dear @aduh0308 i love you, hun.

"Goodnight, love, 'm sorry, too sleepy," Yeonjun muttered, lips pouty and voice sleepy.

"Goodnight, Jjunie, sleep tight," you answered, slowly combing your fingers through his hair.

With a low hum, you felt his hot breath against your neck. His little snores hinted that he drifted to sleep already, too tired from practicing all day.

Your eyes were so full of him today too, as you watched him repeatedly practice his dance performance, "Guilty". Yeonjun's figure was so sexy. His toned abs were revealed multiple times as he slid his hand under his shirt to hold his chin and cover his mouth.

Yeonjun is so particular in what he does, he wants everything to be perfect. So he always tries his best to get into the emotion of whatever he is doing. That’s the reason why he looks so extra sexy in the video he filmed for his performance, his white shirt riding off his abs.

Yeonjun nuzzled his face closer to your neck, unconsciously trying to find some warmth from you in your air-conditioned room.

It'd already been 4 hours since he fell asleep, however, you, on the other hand, weren't sleepy even for a bit. These past few days, you haven't had enough sleep, as your insomnia kicks every night. So when Yeonjun tossed and turned around lying flat on his back, you think of an idea to make yourself feel sleepy since your medication hasn't been helping. These past few days, you've been resorting to touching yourself to feel tired and fall asleep. But you thought, maybe tonight you should let it pass since your boyfriend was fast asleep next to you.

As you were scrolling on Yeonjun's phone, trying to find something to watch or read, you suddenly thought of opening his gallery.

You were met with an unfamiliar album entitled "for my pretty girl". The album quickly piques your interest as you open it. Your mouth hung open when you saw it was a compilation of videos where Yeonjun was clearly touching himself.

Your plan to abstain from self-relief for tonight? Revoked.

You opened one of the videos as you listened to his voice in the background.

"Mmhh... ngh... Love... Please, more..." Yeonjun's voice was so whiny, the camera kept on shaking as his abs kept on clenching. His huffs and pants got louder as the tip of his cock leaked. His shaky breath could be heard as he stopped stroking his cock, the full view made you notice how it harshly twitched, eager for touch.

"Fuck, love, I can't wait to feel you around me, I missed you," he huffs.

You opened a few more videos of Yeonjun desperately touching himself and whispering behind the camera how he badly wanted to feel you squeeze him.

Until you found yourself with your hand slowly circling your clothed clit. "Jjun...." you whispered, biting your lip to prevent any loud noise that would come out of your mouth. You placed the phone beside your head as you listened to his voice in the video whimpering and whining.

You slipped off your pajamas, quickly tossing them on the floor as you pressed your head further against your pillow, trying to suppress your moans. Your slender fingers played with your arousal, and your other hand crept under your shirt, pinching your nipples. Your breathing was ragged and shaky as you tried to suppress it once again.

Feeling a little bit needy, you carefully slid your digits inside you, curling and pumping them inside, trying to reach the right spots. Your body shook from pleasure, your lips swollen from how hard you were biting them. The squelching sound made it so filthy as you pushed your fingers in and out. "Yeonjun..." You whispered his name once again, your voice coming out as a croak. You tried your best to stay quiet because you didn't want him to wake up from you trying to relieve yourself.

Suddenly, your slender fingers felt shorter than usual. Still unsatisfied, you grabbed his hand, intertwining his fingers with you first before settling it down on your pussy. You decided to use his pretty fingers to get off. You gasped loudly when you slid his finger inside you. You didn't pay much attention to it, losing the chance to notice that his fingers were a bit stiff as if he were controlling them. Holding his hand, you guide his fingers in and out of you, desperate to cum.

With a few more pumps, a little bit more of biting your lips, and a heart-pounding experience to suppress your moans, you were just about the edge. "A b-bit more," you muttered, bucking your hips up. "'m so close, 'm gonna cum," you huffed, eyes closed, head pressed on the pillow.

Then his hand stopped. No, you didn't get to cum yet. His hand came to a pause from moving, hell, it was even pulled away from you. You whined from the empty feeling until you heard a rustling sound from beside you.

"You're using my hand to get off? How dirty are you, pretty girl?" Yeonjun chuckled, turning to his side and using his elbow to support his body to face you, giving his fingers kitten licks.

Your eyes widened as you pulled the blanket over your body, stuttering your excuses, "N-no! I can explain love, p-please this is.. it's not w-what it looks like!"

"Hmm, fuck, you taste so sweet, love," Yeonjun moaned, still sucking on his slick-covered fingers.

"Yeonjun," you gulped.

Yeonjun laid on his back again, pushing his white shirt up, exposing his toned abs as he ran his hand under it. "Mhh..." he moaned teasingly, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Stop that," you pouted, quietly sliding your hand under the sheets, trying to relieve yourself again. You slipped your finger inside you again, though your silent gasp didn't go past Yeonjun without him noticing it.

"My desperate girlfriend," he cooed as he hovered above you, pulling the sheets away, catching you red-handed. He pulled your hand and sucked on your fingers as his moans vibrated through your skin.

You were too embarrassed to look at him, so you tried covering your eyes.

"What makes you so shy now that you weren't earlier?" he whispered, lowering his head on your tummy. The hem of your shirt was caught between his teeth as he pulled it up. He looked over you with his hooded eyes as he dipped his head down once again, planting a kiss on your upper abdomen.

You couldn't help but tangle your fingers on his hair as you watched him. Yeonjun pressed his tongue flat on your burning skin, licking a long stripe from your navel and up.

His kisses moved down to your waist, giving it a few splotchy red marks. Without tearing his gaze on you, his tongue grazed your clit, making you dig your heels on the bed and arch your back, too desperate to feel him.

Yeonjun held both sides of your waist, his thumb gently massaging your flushed skin, as he continuously teasingly grazed your clit with his tongue.

Just when you thought you could relax for a bit, he suddenly licked a long stripe on your folds, making your body shiver and your grip tighten against his soft locks. You lifted your hips up, trying to meet his lips and tongue again, but he just pushed you down, making you whine.

"No no no no, pretty. Have sum' patience," he cooed, landing a slap on your thigh and making you yelp.

Dipping his head down once again, his sharp tongue prodded at your hole. His hum resonated around the four corners of the room as he felt you tug his hair a little bit harder.

"Fuck, Yeonjun, please..." you whined, trying to lift your hips again.

He hoisted your legs on his shoulder, tucking his hand under your thighs as he started to lap on your wet folds.

"S-stop... Ahh!"

Your squirming and trembling figure made him pull you closer to his mouth as he ate you out. Your heels digging onto his back as you feel yourself getting wetter, your fingers clutching the sheets underneath you. The obscene sounds he made makingthe knot in your stomach tighten.

"Close... So close..." you whimpered, trying to grind on his mouth.

But to your disappointment, Yeonjun pulled away, his nose, mouth, and chin glistening with your arousal. "W-what the hell!" you exclaimed, eyes teary.

"You wanna cum that badly, sweetie?" Yeonjun smirked.

"Please, please, please," you pleaded, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as your pussy clenches around nothing.

Yeonjun swiftly removes his thin shirt, grabbing both of your hands and tying his shirt around your wrists. "Only if you become a good girl for me," he said, tightening the makeshift rope.

"I'll be good, love, please. P-please let me cum, l-let me cum," you whined.

"Really?" he taunts. "Even if I do this?" Yeonjun slid his two fingers inside you and immediately withdrew it.

Your thighs were shaking as you yelp, "Wanna cum, wanna cum, please!" you cried loudly.

Yeonjun could only chuckle at you as he watched you rub your thighs together.

"Aren't you too horny, pretty girl? My videos made you this horny? Hm?" His fingers crept up your body, twisting your nipples in the process.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Ahh! More... Hng!" You didn’t even know the words or noises coming out of your mouth, you just desperately wanted to cum right now.

"Look at you, you're such a mess. Still unsatisfied even after using my videos and fingers to get off," he snickered.

"You should be a little patient, darling. Just like this guy in here," he added, palming himself through his black shorts.

"D'you wanna get my dick wet?" he asked, kissing your temple. You nodded frantically, unsure of what you were agreeing to, but you just need him.

Yeonjun rose to his knees between your body, pulling his shorts down a little to expose his hardened cock, kissing his lower abdomen. You bit your lip as you watched him repeatedly pump his cock.

"Mhhmp, this feels nice, fuck," he smirked, closing his eyes as he looks up. His adams apple bobbed u p and down as his mouth opened and closed simultaneously from the pleasure.

"Want to feel you, Jjun," you pouted, rubbing your thighs together again.

"You wanna feel me? Wanna be my cocksleeve, baby?" he smirked. You nodded at him again, biting your lips as you imagined him fucking your brains out like he usually did.

"Patience, pretty," he giggled, pressing the tip of his cock on your swollen lips.

Just when you were about to open your mouth and suck him, he pulled away. "Nah-uh, you're a bad girl, so eager for a mere cock. What are you, a slut?" he frowned, making you feel embarrassed. You covered your face using your tied hands.

"Covering your face? Wanna miss the fun part?"

When you peeked between your fingers, you saw him stroking his cock as his pre-cum shines on the tip of his cock.

"Whenever I'm not with you, I touch myself. I made a compilation just for you to watch how I badly wanna fuck you. Fuck-- " His brows creased, feeling the hair on the back of his head stand up.

"Not wanting anything other than to fuck you when I'm stressed," he muttered, his grip on his cock tightening as you heard him grunt.

"J-junnie, please, wanna cum with you," you whimpered, not being able to watch him any further.

"Sure!" he smirked as he aligned himself against your throbbing core.

You felt the good stretch as you gasped and a guttural moan ripped through him.

Yeonjun started moving inside, strings of curses coming out of his mouth as he felt you clench. He made sure to thrust deep to reach the parts where you and his fingers couldn't. Yeonjun practically pressing his hips on yours just to make you feel full sent you reeling.

You looped your arms around his neck to pull him closer, your fingers tangled on his locks once again as you felt him raw inside you.

"B-bit more... I'm gonna cum--"

Yeonjun still inside you, edging himself at the same as his body trembled from the sudden halt . "Fuck," he whispered.

"No no no no please, please no baby, I'm so close, I'm so close please," you cried out loud.

"H-hah, you're so desperate, pretty girl," he huffed, pressing his hips against you once again.

He then lifted his hips up for a bit. "Fuck yourself on me, show me how desperate you are, " he taunted.

No need for him to say it twice. You started moving your hips, fucking yourself on his cock, and burying him inside you as deep as possible. Until he decided to meet your hips halfway, making you feel him on your throat. The shallow thrusts make you whimper, and your body trembles.

"Gonna fill you up, need to fill you," he muttered through gritted teeth, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

"Please, please, please!"

With a few more thrusts, your body convulsed, and strings of moans coming from you caused Yeonjun to bust.

"Fucking shit!" he hissed as he let his head fall against your chest. He slowly moved for a little while, letting the two of you ride out your high, draining himself inside you.

His body felt burning hot against your skin as your hearts thumped hard together. Your pants and huffs filled the room, which made it feel steamy even when the air- conditioning is on.

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Hello there sagau brain rot like in many sagau versions reader/creator are often to soft to kind to my taste and then Idea comes to my head what if creator reader shows his cruler uncaring side to the pepole he truly hates or thinks deserve thier wrath like I can image that in place of raiden shogun the creator kills Singniora after begin defeated by traveler, azar the grand sage after whole begin in that day loop, and scaramouche when he had audacity to think that by begin inside giant mech he is now a God becose even if the creator is the kindest begin in tevyat.....his wrath has no bounds

@zardas75 welcome back to my very dead mailbox LOL—Let me see what I can come up with with your brainrot.

I don't fully get the Raiden Shogun vs Signora part, so I'm going to (unfortunately) not include that in this post.

The Creator Being Moody Fr (Jkjk—Unless? 👀)

(Disclaimer: Might Be OOC & Spoilers to the Genshin Impact Archon Quest Lore!)

Boy oh boy...where to begin...

To put it simply: It's Azar's Fault. Blame and point your fingers to the rusty old man, bois, we ain't forgiving him any time soon. It all started with him.

The moment you saw him in the Archon Quest, you knew, without even needing the slightest hint of evidence, that you did not like him and he was sus.

And when things escalated throughout the Archon Quest, you swore so loudly it shook the entire nation of Sumeru, if not all of Teyvat.

Here were Some of the Sumeru People's Reactions:

Cyno

He finished his confrontation with Azar and was waiting outside when you swore like your life depended on it. During his entire time being under your presence, Cyno was aware of how much you hated the guy—every moment you had gotten, you were seething and spouting insults from your mouth about Azar.

Even the General Mahamatra was stunned and shocked to the very core. He didn't you could and would do this.

And when you made it clear that your tantrum was yet to end, Cyno just braced himself for the fate of Sumeru to be in your hands.

"At least Azar is truly facing the wrathful judgement of the gods..." he mutters to himself, trying to convince himself of the situation at hand.

(Meanwhile You in the background: "YOU MF HOW DARE YOU. HOW DARE YOUUUU I WILL F—KING KILL YOU IF YOU CONTINUE THIS YOU SON OF A B—")

Scaramouche & Nahida

(Decided to add them both here since It's the False God Fight. This is kinda for the sake of convenience—)

Nahida never knew such intense emotion could ever erupt from Their High, Almighty Grace, and here you are, cursing and insulting Scaramouche. It wasn't as bad as Azar's, since you weren't throwing in any "I will have your head by morning" or anything similar threats, but it was still pretty intense.

Scaramouche, on the other hand, has heard you yelling at the old man Azar, and he already been yelled at for—quote on quote—"killing Teppei" (REST IN PEACE, TEPPEI 😭), so he knows what your wrath was like.

He did not like it then, and he still doesn't like it now. That much was a solid fact. Nevertheless, he has an image to uphold, especially in front of that Buer.

"Their Almighty Grace is really mad..." Nahida thought as they were confronting Scaramouche. (Cue you in the background still insulting Azar) "And it seems they won't be forgiving Azar anytime soon..."

"So, Their Grace still hasn't let go of their grudge against me..." Scaramouche mutters to himself once he was out of the view of Their Almighty Grace in his mecha. "Tch. Whatever...I'll make them see my true potential one I've squashed these insects."

Dehya

She knew you were explosive. She's seen it happen by the way you were cheering to beat Rahman's ass and "save the kid's grandpa!"

She knew you were pretty emotional on behalf of them. She's pretty happy and honored about that—that means Teyvat meant a lot to you.

What she was not expecting was to hear you curse and scream at Azar at the top of your lungs, as if that was the only enjoyment you were able to indulge yourself in.

You sounded murderous, and yet here you were, just yelling. Dehya would've shrugged it off, since she understood getting things out of your system was good, but she was not expecting the world to shake with your voice.

She looks over at Rahman. "You think Their Grace is handling this well?" "Probably not...Hard to say, Dehya." "Well, we'll just have to wait it out, then. They'll get it out of their system...eventually..."

Dehya was not expecting to wait until after beating the False God for it to be truly over. Gosh, that was scary...

Tighnari

He sensed that you didn't like Azar the moment you saw him, and frankly, he's pretty glad you don't trust him too. What he wasn't expecting was your explosive personality.

For all the stories about the Almighty Creator's kind and gentle nature, you were ANYTHING but. And you were proving it HARD.

Tighnari thought he heard it all when he got struck by lightning. Boy, was he wrong, because you just one-upped his expectations with the amount of cussing, cursing, threats, and insults you were hurtling in one go, streaming out of your mouth like you were running a marathon with your words.

So here he was, waiting in some form of dread in Pardis Dhyai, waiting if you were going to strike down the Akademiya with your godly might.

"I hope they don't accidentally blow up all of Sumeru..." he mutters to himself as he prays to all the archons that the nation wouldn't be turned into water or something.

Alhaitham

He should have taken account of your behaviour to the plan. You did play a crucial part. That was the sole mistake he overlooked.

Then again...it didn't seem like you were doing anything other than yelling at Azar...So perhaps the plan wouldn't change all that much.

He should keep in mind of how reactive you are, though. You...remind of his roommate sometimes...

"Hm. It seems Their Grace has yet to let Azar go of their scandal." He says it so calmly as he waits in Aaru Village. Candace stands a few feet away, looking unsure of what was going on—and probably praying that Their Almighty Grace won't strike down Sumeru in their anger against the rogue Grand Sage.

And let's not talk about the Traveler or Paimon. Those two are both used to it and still terrified. But they're okay with you dw 👍

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: IM COMING BACK WOOO! I'm so excited! There's been quite a few more requests than I usually got back in the past, so I'm a little stoked. They'll be out real soon, but I hope you enjoy this one! Hopefully I'll have time to do them all! :D

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[atleastpleasetelephone]

It feels so right

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for absolutely ages. This scenario is referenced in Chapter 10 of Little Darling - so this could well be the same Elvis as in that universe 👀

Pairing: 60s!Elvis x Christian!Reader

TWs: Anal sex, blow job, anal fingering, dry humping.

You’re surprised but pleased that it’s you that Elvis picks from the crowd to come back to the party at Graceland with him, after the press conference. The party itself is boring, lots of people you don’t know, all drinking soft drinks and playing pool. Elvis hasn’t said a single word to you, and you’re just thinking about making your excuses to leave when you hear a soft southern drawl from behind you. 

“Hey darlin’, how’re ya enjoyin’ the party?”

You spin around and see him standing there, his hair defying gravity, blue eyes staring right into yours, a crooked grin on his face. 

“Well I’m enjoying it a lot more now,” you tell him. “I thought you’d never come and talk to me.”

The grin gets bigger, spreads across his face like the Cheshire Cat. He takes you in, looking you up and down. Noticing how your dress clings to your curves. His gaze lands on the gold cross hanging down just above your breasts. A good Christian girl, too. 

“Well I’m sorry to have left it so long before I did. You’re awful pretty.”

You snort. He sounds like he’s laying the Southern charm bit on a little thick. You take a step towards him and put your hand on top of his on the side of the pool table. 

“What kept you so long?”

His eyes flick to your lips and then back up to your eyes. He’s already thinking about kissing you. 

“Nothing that was worth it. Ya wan’ a tour?” He inclines his head towards the door. 

You feel his thumb stroking the base of yours. 

“Sure. Why not?”

He grins in response, flipping his hand around and enclosing your fingers in it. 

“Let’s go.”

He looks at Charlie on his way out of the room with you, mouthing “good night,” at the other man. Charlie knows how to take a hint.

You’re in the kitchen together when you decide to take matters into your own hands. 

“When do we get to tour upstairs?”

Elvis blushes. Obviously he knew this was where things were headed, but your forwardness puts him off-balance. He wonders if women have fundamentally changed in the two years he’s been away in the army. 

“As soon as ya like, honey.”

You smile, taking in his slightly flushed cheeks. He’s cuter than you imagined he would be. You suppose you’d always thought he’d be some kind of lothario. A little more confident, smug even. But here he is, blushing in his own kitchen because you mentioned upstairs. 

“Let’s go now.”

“Sure.”

He leads you up the huge staircase, and then into his bedroom. Stops the pretence of it being a guided tour and turns to kiss you as soon as the door is closed. His lips are soft and pillowy, his tongue gently persistent. 

When he pulls back it’s you who’s blushing a little. You put your purse down by the bed and look around. 

“I like it. I like the bed too.”

His slightly cocky grin is back, and he walks you over to his big bed in the middle of the room. You sit down together.

“Ya wanna see if ya like the mattress?” 

You grin and nod and he kisses you again, his hand slipping down to your hip, pulling you with him as he lies down with a bump. You both come up for air, giggling. 

“I like it,” you tell him, kicking your shoes off and scooching further onto the bed. “But I think we should test it properly.”

He doesn’t waste any time, half-rolling on top of you, hands running over your breasts, tongue in your mouth. You palm him through his pants and he moans. His hand starts to creep under your dress, rubbing your clothed pussy. You moan together, his touch feels like it’s setting you on fire, your chest heaves. A finger hooks into your panties and you abruptly grab his wrist and pull away from the kiss. 

“I’m… saving myself… for marriage…” you pant. 

His eyes are like saucers, he stares at you. What on earth do you mean? Getting him all turned on and then… stopping?

“I could use my mouth?” He asks, hopefully. 

You shake your head. “No. But.. there’s another option.”

Taking his hand and sliding it onto your ass cheek. He stares, still confused. 

“Here, help me take my dress off.” 

You turn around so you have your back to him, and he obliges immediately, pulling the zipper down and easing the dress off as you shift your shoulders and then your hips to help. He kisses your neck, humming as he breathes in the heady scent of your perfume. His hands trace the curves of your body, fingers expertly unhook your bra. His roughened fingertips run over your skin, briefly skimming the surface of the cross around your neck before he reaches your breast. He rubs a nipple between thumb and forefinger, making you groan. Breathing hard, he pulls away from you for a moment and quickly takes off his own shirt and pants, leaving him in the underwear he’d thought he ought to wear for the press conference. His dick strains against it, and he briefly presses himself against your ass. 

“Now you’re getting the idea,” you murmur, quickly wriggling out of your panties. 

He groans just looking at your bare ass. You’re the first woman for a while. He wonders how long he can last like this, trying to stop his hips from thrusting. 

You take his hand and bring it to your mouth, sucking on his forefinger pornographically. He whines. He can’t help imagining what it would feel like if your tongue swirled around his dick like that. Moving your leg forward, you guide his hand between your legs. But it doesn’t go where his horny, foggy brain still expects it to go. Instead you help him press it against your asshole, and gently slide it in. He makes a noise somewhere between surprise and pleasure. 

“Does that… does it feel good, doll?” He murmurs in your ear. 

You nod, breathing hard again. 

“You want me to move it?”

Another nod. He starts to gently slide his finger in and out. It feels different to a pussy, tighter, less wet. He kisses the back of your neck. His dick aches. He listens to your soft moans. 

“You want another finger?”

“Please,” you manage, your tone a little desperate. “But you’ve gotta suck on it first. Make it really wet.”

He nods and kisses you just below your ear as he slides his finger out and puts two of them in his mouth, coating them with spit. You’re glad you made the effort before you left the house this morning. Everyone might’ve thought that the bidet your parents had installed was weird, but it’s been useful lately.

He pushes both fingers inside and you let out a strangled moan. He moves them, wanting to hear you do it again. Curious if you can cum from just this. You roll slightly more onto your front and find yourself almost humping the bed, rubbing your clit against the sheets and making the most obscene noises as his fingers keep pumping in and out of you.

“Cum for me, doll,” he whispers, his breath hot on your ear. 

It’s all you need to push you over the edge, your pussy clenching around nothing, empty as always. Your body trembles and you moan out his name. He’s so carried away watching you and making sure you’re taken care of he forgets his own discomfort until you’re still. Then he realises quite how sore his dick is. How full his balls feel. He slides his fingers out of you carefully, and you roll back towards him, hands grabbing for his neck, pulling his face down to crash his lips against yours. It’s not enough. You still want him, badly. 

Your hand touches him through his pants and he moans into your mouth. Tries to stop you, but it’s too late, he’s already cumming, sticky and hot inside his underwear. He pulls back and looks away, ashamed. It takes you a minute to realise what’s happened, and when you do you just smile and pull his pants off, leaning down to lick him clean. He whimpers. From the touch, his dick still a little sensitive, and from your reaction to his over-excitement. Licking turns to sucking, and he’s getting hard again. Your mouth feels just as good around him as he thought it would, your tongue swirling around the head. 

“What d’ya want?” He asks, breathless, as you move off his dick and press your forehead against his. 

“Put your dick where your fingers were,” you tell him. 

He groans. “Are ya sure?”

You nod. You’d been afraid it might’ve been a little big, but holding it in your mouth has convinced you the size is just about perfect. You press a quick kiss to his lips and then sit up, reaching for your purse and pulling out a bottle of KY jelly when you find it. 

“Here. You need this.” You lie back down next to him and look up into his beautiful eyes. You could look into them all day. “You want me to put it on for you?”

He nods, dumbly. Not even really knowing what it is. You squeeze some onto your palm and run it up and down his dick. It’s a little cold. He almost jumps, then groans at the feeling of your hand on him. 

“I don’t wanna hurt ya,” he breathes, his hand on your cheek. 

“You won’t,” you tell him, confidently. “You can always use more lube. Just start slow. It’ll be fine.”

He nods and watches you get onto all-fours in front of him. 

“Just do what you would normally, y’know… if it was my pussy…” you tell him over your shoulder. 

He kneels behind you and squeezes some lube on his fingers, coating them with it, before sliding them inside you. He pumps them in and out a few times, feeling you relax and listening to your pleasured little noises. Then he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly starts to push inside. The feeling is intense, and his breathing comes in harsh pants until he’s finally all the way in. He stares at the place you’re connected, hypnotised by it. 

“Are you okay?” He manages eventually, watching your head hang down between your shoulders. 

“Yes. Ohhh. You can move…” you reply.

He pulls back and slowly pushes into you again, his hands gripping your hips. When you don’t cry out in pain, he starts to move a little faster, his movements really starting to rock you now. The cross swings back and forth with your breasts. It feels so good. You slide down onto your forearms as you feel his balls slap against your pussy with every thrust. Whining and moaning into the bedclothes. He grunts with the exertion, feeling sweat running down his face as he really starts to rut into you, forgetting this is something he’s never done before, no longer worrying he might hurt you. He slides his hand round to just above your clit.

“Honey? Can I?” He pants. 

“Mmmhmmm,” you just about manage, letting your face press into the bed, fingers digging into the comforter. 

He rubs your swollen clit with his fingers and you feel yourself start to come undone again. 

“Fuck… fuck… fuck…”

Your words spur him on to fuck your ass even harder, fingers circling your clit faster and faster until he hears you cry out again, feels your body tremble underneath him. Your second orgasm slams into you with such force you can barely keep yourself upright and he has to grab both of your hips and pull you back onto his dick over and over again. You’re like a ragdoll in his hands, wet arousal spilling down your legs as he fucks you until finally he’s cumming again too, deep inside you in a place that means you can’t get pregnant. 

He pumps into you a few times, weakly, and then lets your hips go. You slide unceremoniously onto your belly and his dick slides out of you. Flopping down on his side next to you, he strokes your hair with one hand as his eyes close. 

“Shit,” he mutters. 

You grumble and turn towards him. “Huh?”

His eyes flip open, pleasure still spreading throughout his body. He grins that lopsided grin again. 

“That was damn good. Ya like the mattress?”

You laugh a little, still in a daze, and pull him against you. 

“I like the mattress.”

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[sophiebaek]

An over-analysis of the Yerin Ha as Sophie Baek announcement video

Because I literally can't be chill about the official announcement and love being delusional, here's me reading into everything!

Fitting for our first shot being of Yerin walking and stepping into her role as leading lady

Very similar to how we will see Sophie entering the masquerade ball

The silver shoe is a direct reference to The Lady in Silver and also feels very Cinderella

I've already seen people complain about the nails and chill. Clearly this is not Yerin in costume as Sophie. I think production has heard the criticism loud and clear about the s3 styling; there is a whole new makeup and wardrobe team for s4 (which is good in sense that it'll be different from past seasons but also that they're getting a team that knows how to do make up on Yerin. I've had my make up done in western styles and it just does not suit my face and features.)

ANYWAYS my point are the rings :)

We see two silver rings that represent Yerin playing essentially two different characters (The Lady in Silver & Sophie Baek), but long story short it's really just one person

Yerin looks through clothes and stops at a silver dress and gloves; representing the one she will wear to the ball (But obviously not this one in the video)

She also holds the gloves themselves as they are the object that Benedict uses the find her and is the catalyst to aofag pt 2 in the book.

The glove part is also one of my most favorite moment of the ball bc 👀

Just like Benedict, we don't fully see her face at first

A reference to the mystery of Sophie/LIS and our long awaited anticipation of seeing her on screen

As we finally get to see Yerin's face, we see she's in pink

Now as an individual who's degree made her take color theory I love color symbolism

Pink is a delicate color with white but it also has the boldness and power of red

It's a color that's feminine, romantic, and tender

Pink also is associated with healing

I love that they chose to introduce us to Sophie/Yerin in pink because the color represents everything Sophie is and what's important about her character

Lastly I noticed this sparkly beading on her sweater that's hidden under Yerin's hair...

This could be another nod hinting that Sophie is the Lady in Silver

One thing I observed is a good amount of people did not know who Sophie was.

This announcement was made because filming will be starting this month and the paps will for sure be there, but also it's for fans who've been waiting years for sophie (book fans mostly)

The caption to this video only list Yerin as Sophie

Fans who go in with no prior knowledge do not know Sophie = Lady in Silver and I think the show is making a point on keeping it a mystery even though we'll probably know she is the LIS in ep 1

Welcome Yerin Ha and Sophie Baek 🤍

You are already so loved and thank you for representing us Asian girlies xx

[unsolvedjarin]

Can we have more mentor!Seb x Ferrari driver!reader? Maybe she wins in Monza the same season as the last fic? 👀

note: sorry it took me so long to get to this request, life has been KILLING me lately. this one is pretty short but hopefully you enjoy!

FOCUS.

part one here but can be read without <3

pairing: (mentor! sebastian vettel x ferrari driver! reader) (mick schumacher x ferrari driver! reader AT THE END)

summary: monza was never an easy race, and that certainly wasnt changing anytime soon. but maybe some luck is on your side this year— and a supportive mentor.

content warning: none besides my verb tenses being all over the place

Max had gotten pole. So not good for you.

You lost P2 as well to Lewis by two-tenths of a second, but P3 was fine, P3 was good. Hopefully good enough for today. It was finally Sunday, and you couldn’t be more excited— it was finally Monza.

“Well the goal is to win,” you say, although it comes out muffled with food in your mouth. Sebastian had invited you to paddock brunch on race day, and you were not one to turn down free food.

Swallowing, you add, “I mean obviously the goal is to win. We’re in Monza, that’s every Ferrari driver's goal.”

The Aston Martin driver had been listening intently to your complaints about Ferrari’s performance recently, and from what he’s hearing, it’s not looking good. Not only was the car lacking in pace, the team itself had bad strategies left and right. While you had gotten a podium back in Spa, it was starting to look like it'd be the last podium for Ferrari for a while.

Charles had DNF’ed last race, and you ended up P9. Not a great result, but it still kept you third in the Construction Championship. This race, however, was too special to have a mediocre result.

It was the home of the Tifosi; the people, the cheers, the chants, it was all for Ferrari— all for you. You couldn’t lose in Monza.

“So you think you’ll win later then?” Sebastian asks, taking a bite of his own food.

“Well I don’t don’t think I’ll win, so there’s that.”

“What a strange type of confidence.”

“Thanks, I try.”

Sebastian laughs, a genuine one that makes you smile as well. You’d been spending more time with him since learning about his retirement at the end of the season, which says a lot when you were already always together. He didn’t mind though, he loved spending time with you above all the other people on the grid– well, except for Mick. He tagged along sometimes when he could. You liked having him around too.

“If it amounts to anything, I think you can win it.”

He always says that. ‘If it amounts to anything’ or ‘If it matters,’ as if everything he says wasn’t important to you when it was. “Thanks Seb, but save that optimism for yourself, you need it,” you tease.

You say it in a joking manner, but Seb knew there was a hint of seriousness to your words. Aston Martin hadn’t been performing well either, and if you considered Ferrari’s performance bad, then you could call theirs atrocious. You knew it wasn’t Seb’s fault, he had been trying to contribute to the efficiency of the car with his knowledge and he pushed it every race.

Nodding, he sighs, and you can sense the tiredness in his breath. 2 years of a slow car will do that to you. Before you could give him any comfort, however, a Ferrari employee calls out your name for you to get ready for the race.

“Good luck Schatzi, I believe in you,” Seb says, getting up from his seat. You get up and hug him tightly, smiling when he hugs you back just as tight.

“You too Sebby.”

“Do what I couldn’t,” you hear him whisper.

You don’t reply. You don’t tell him, ‘I’m sorry,’ because he already knows. He knows because you’ve told him it before many different times on many different races when he used to drive for Ferrari– but you’ll always remember Monza.

It was his dream, the most important thing he wanted out of joining Ferrari besides winning the championship with them. But he never got it. Every year he was there, something took the win out of his grasp. Engine failure, collision, slow pace, no grip, it didn’t matter what the reason was. He never got it.

You separate, both going to get ready. You’ll make him proud, you think to yourself.

The race was tight. Lewis was giving you a good fight, always just less than a second away, but conveniently farther whenever you were in a DRS zone which meant you couldn’t overtake him. Thankfully, he slipped up during a straight, and gave you enough slipstream and space to pass him.

Then it was just you and Max. He was 10 seconds away, and you were so sure it was over. But then he pitted a little too long, giving you enough time to take his position.

And then you were leading.

You were leading in a Ferrari in Monza.

Holy fucking shit.

Just one more lap, one more and you could see it– you could see the end.

“...Y/N L/N SEES THE CHECKERED FLAG, AND COMES TO WIN THE ITALIAN GRAND PRIX! FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE 2019, FERRARI WINS IN THEIR HOME RACE!”

You couldn’t believe it.

You won. You won in Monza. In a Ferrari.

You did it.

If the screams of the fans were loud in Spa, the cheers of the emotional Tifosi were deafening here. Exiting your car, still shellshocked, you’re immediately approached by Max, who gave you a quick hug in congratulations.

Slightly snapping out of your buzzed state, you run towards your crew who was on the other side of the barrier, practically jumping into their arms. They couldn’t believe it either. When you finally removed your helmet, the muffled sounds of everything else suddenly became clear, and somehow the already thundering roars of the crowd had gotten louder.

Despite all that commotion, all that chaos and celebration, there was only one man you were looking for. You heard he had DNF’ed, which meant he would be in his garage, but you didn’t care. You were going to look for him before you got on that damn podium.

While Max and Lewis went to the cooldown room, you got ready to sneak out and go to the Aston Martin garage, when a hand grabs yours and spins you around to face them. It takes you a second to realize what was happening, but when you did– “SEBASTIAN!”

He enveloped you in a hug, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around. You could hear his proud laughs, and you started laughing as well. You had done it.

“I ca-”

“I-”

You both start at the same time, making you both laugh even harder. You gesture for him to start first, and he does. “I can’t believe it. You actually fucking did it,” he says, the joy evident in his cussing.

He walks with you back towards the Podium, an arm around your shoulder looking proud. When you get to the side stage you pause in protest, but he reads your mind before you can say anything. “Go, we’ll talk later.” He gives you a little nudge, and off to the platform you go.

You asked Charles once, and he told you that when you get up there on the platform, everything goes quiet. You would see the crowd, the fans clad in red, and you would feel the love, but you wouldn’t hear it– as if all their cheers mixed together into a large vast silence. One thing would come into focus, and when you see what you’ve focused on, it’ll all make sense. For him, it was a man wearing a shirt with the number 17 on it. In the large mobs, it was the one thing his eyes had focused on.

For you, however, it wasn’t in the crowd. It wasn’t in the endless support of the Tifosi, nor the trophy given to you. No, it was in the man you could see in your peripheral vision, standing on the side, clapping proudly and looking at you as if no one else was on the podium.

Sebastian. It was him. Your mentor, your father figure, your friend. You finally understood what Charles was always rambling about. That loving feeling— not one you feel with a romantic partner, but the one that buries itself deep into your soul and grows over time, unseen and unnoticed, but when you finally focus on it, everything makes sense.

The second the podium festivities ended, you ran into Sebastian’s arms and hugged him tightly, not minding the cameras all around you. He didn’t understand what was happening, but he hugged you back, not letting you go.

Tomorrow— not today while the chaos of the fans was still ongoing— the media will spew rumors about you and the older driver, but you don’t care. Not when you’re finally happy here; content.

With content tears flowing freely down your face— along with some champagne from earlier— you finally disconnected from the hug, looking at Sebastian with a grin.

He looked confused, “What’s happening? Are you alright? Is everything okay?”

Shaking your head with a laugh, you reply, “It’s fine, everythings okay. I just— I can’t believe I did it. And with you watching. I couldn’t be happier.”

Sebastian takes a moment to intake what you said. He had never felt this way before. Never felt so utterly proud of someone. You had done what he never could, had finally achieved the Ferrari dream he had always wanted for himself. He could see himself in you now, the sheer joy of a win with a team he always wanted to win with. He couldn’t be more happy for you too.

“Sebastian?” you ask, worried about his silence. Maybe what you said was too much, too forward. But then he smiles softly at you, and you can see the tears welling in his eyes.

“You have no idea how proud I am of you.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, “Oh thank god, I thought you were thinking of scowling in disgust or worse; not hearing what I said and making me repeat it.”

He laughs, a hearty one, and you laugh as well. The roar of the crowd was still loud, but amidst all the chaos, your eyes still only focused on one person.

“Dinner?” he asks softly.

“Yeah, let’s get dinner.”

a bit of bonus for my mick girls out there:

“Y/N!” you hear a voice shout from across the paddock. It catches your attention, and you turn your head to the Mercedes hospitality where the voice came from. Sebastian is beside you, an arm around your shoulder, accompanying you for a post-race dinner.

“Mick! What’s up?” you ask, disconnecting from Sebastian’s hold to walk towards him. He meets you in the middle, giving you a quick hug before smiling.

“I just wanted to congratulate you on your win. We should celebrate!” he says, pausing for a moment as if thinking how to word his next sentence. “I was thinking— just a random thought really— we could…go out to dinner to celebrate? I mean just throwing ideas out there, you don’t have to.”

He’s looking everywhere but at you at this point, his eyes pointed down at his shoes and you can see his hands fiddling in his pockets. You notice Toto Wolff watching from the hospitality, but you pay no attention to him, instead keeping your eyes on the man in front of you.

“I’m sorry Mick I would love to, but I’m actually going out to dinner with Seba—”

“He can come,” Sebastian butts in. “He can join us, I have no problem with it.”

“Oh, then great!” you exclaim, nudging Mick softly. He looks up at you with a slight red dusting on his cheeks you don’t notice. Oblivious, you intertwine your arm with his, walking with Seb tailing the both of you.

You ramble on about the race to him and don’t notice when he turns his head around to face Sebastian quickly, who was giving Mick two thumbs up with a cheeky grin. The younger driver blushes softly, before going back to facing you and listening to you talk.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, however, the older driver was already secretly thinking of an excuse to get the two of you alone at dinner.

[dazedandconfused-15]

Dom billy rubbing your swollen pussy infront of a mirror crossing your legs with his calling you his good girl and laughing at how sensitive you are😫 overstimulation and praise kink?

Your every desire will be fulfilled👀

Warning: 18+, sexual content

The night is draped in a blanket of darkness, the soft glow of the moon filtering through your window and casting gentle shadows across your room. You’re getting ready for bed as the world outside settles into silence. You sit cross-legged on the plush carpet of your room, facing your mirrored wardrobe, running a brush through your hair.

The creaking of the window signals Billy’s arrival. You turn to meet his gaze, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. You are not technically dating. You haven't discussed what you are, but you have been going out for a month now, and you know for a fact that he has been only seeing you.

“Hey,” you greet him softly, the word contrasting with the wild beating of your heart.

His piercing blue eyes meet yours, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

“Hey doll,” he responds in his trademark confident tone, his voice low and husky. He takes off his jacket and drops it down on your bed.

Then, without another word, he closes the distance between you, his presence filling the room with an electric energy that sets your heart racing. He bends down and cups your jaw, capturing your lips in a kiss that makes your head spin. When he breaks the kiss you swear you’re still seeing the stars and absently notice that he settles behind you, resting his back against your bed. With a gentle tug, he pulls you against him. You find yourself seated between his legs, facing the mirror as he begins to comb your hair.

“Thanks.“ you sigh. Billy kisses your cheek, his mustache tickling your skin deliciously.

“Still studying?”

You follow his gaze, looking down at the open notebook beside you, where snippets of Shakespeare's words mingle with your own scribbles. You tell him you saw the Romeo and Juliet movie adaptation in English literature earlier in the day, and you found it kind of boring.

You stare at nothing, feeling lulled by his gentle touch. “I just don't think this version is really good.”

Billy doesn’t answer, kissing your cheek repeatedly.

“Like, I was literally falling asleep.”

He just hums, his lips trailing on your neck as his hands find the bare skin of your belly under the nightgown. Your notebook is long gone, abandoned in the floor beside you. He is not listening to you at all, you notice, as you feel them slowly rise to your breasts.

“Billy.“ you scold him in a whisper. “My parents are in the next room.”

“They're asleep,” he points out to you, cupping your breasts in his hands.

You sigh when he runs his thumbs over your nipples, and bites your earlobe, and you feel the heat expand in your lower abdomen. “They could hear us.”

“Not if you stay quiet,” his other hand reaches down between your legs, grazing the slit above your panties. A shiver runs down your spine. His low voice vibrates against your ear. “C'mon, pretty girl. You know you want it. Been waiting to touch you all day.”

And to prove his point, he moves your panties to the side. You are actually already wet. It doesn't take much, being in close physical contact with Billy does that to you. All it takes is for him to press a kiss on your neck, for his voice to brush your ear, for his hands to squeeze your waist or draw circles on your lower belly, and a signal is sent straight to your core. You can’t lie, it’s hard to see him passing by in the school’s hallways and not being able to touch him. The private looks that he gives you from far away, or the occasional wink as he sees you looking in the lunchroom or when you share gym classes together are enough to set you on fire.

Billy hisses a breath as his finger runs along your wet flesh. “Soakin' wet, babe.”

You bite your lip, concluding that you’ll surrender as you do every time to his temptations.

“I hate you,” you whisper as Billy lifts your nightgown until it's around your waist, spreads your thighs, and places his legs over yours, entwining them together, and you are now completely exposed to his mercy, and before the mirror.

“Mh,” he almost chuckles. “Pretty sure it's the opposite.”

You see him smiling slyly on the mirror, and you're about to respond in kind when his finger slides down your slit again, spreading your wetness over your sex.

“Mh, Billy...” you whisper dreamily, arching your back. His thick fingers begin massaging your clit slowly, applying just the right amount of pressure.

“Yeah, doll...always ready for me,” he plays with your nipple, his hot breath against your ear. “Such a pretty thing.”

His voice, his touch, and his scent send you into a frenzy. You can't control your libido with him. You can't resist and turn your face away, kissing him. It is a slow, dirty kiss in the way you slide your tongue into his mouth. And Billy doesn't control himself either, responding so briskly that your head reclines backward under the pressure of his lips. You grasp the long curls at the nape of his neck, squeezing them between your fingers, losing yourself in him. A moan escapes your lips as he applies more pressure.

Billy pinches your clit in reprimand, almost making you jump. He breaks the kiss. He licks you lasciviously from lower lip to upper lip, his eyes hooded and close to yours. “Need to be quiet.”

“Yes, sorry,” You whisper breathlessly. “Wait what are you...” you begin when he removes his hand from your sex. Then you realize when he taps your lips with his fingers.

“Suck it,” he commands. You wrap your lips around his two fingers, tasting yourself. “Yeah, just like “hat.” his voice is low and smooth like dripping honey. -Like you do with my cock, babe. Nice and deep.”

He pulls out his fingers with a resounding 'pop,' slick with your saliva. When he comes back to rub you, you purse your lips to keep you from gasping. It's not long before you’re panting, on the edge of the precipice. You desperately want to get there but you also want it to never end. The way his hand grasps your breast possessively while the other massages you and his teeth nibble your skin drives you crazy.

“I want you inside me so bad.” you whimper above the wet sounds your sex makes.

“Yeah?” he whispers, slightly panting. Then tsks when you groan again. “You can't keep quiet now, can’t imagine how bad it would be with my cock inside you.”

You try not to look at your face in the mirror, but you can see how red your cheeks are. So you close your eyes, embarrassed. Billy doesn't like it. He pinches your clit again and you squeal.

“Open your eyes.” he growls.

You comply, and when you meet his dark gaze you can no longer hold back, your orgasm explodes and your hips buck against his touch, a moan escaping your lips.

He swallows your moan, sucking your tongue as his ministrations never stop, and you slowly open your eyes. You gasp as you feel his finger teasing your entrance, your sex overstimulated and sensitive.

“No.” whine, retreating against his torso to get away from his fingers.

Billy laughs at your feeble attempt to avoid his touch, pink tongue darting out to lick his lower lip. Your wetness trickles down, making a mess on the hard floor beneath you.

“C’mon babe. One more.”

“I can’t.” you shake your head as he slides his two fingers in you to the brim, bringing you closer to him at the same time by pushing you against him with the same hand, heel against your pubis. You suck a breath between your teeth at the sudden intrusion.

“You can do it,” he nips at your neck. “I know your pretty pussy can. Just one more…”

Having his fingers inside you is almost too much, but when he starts moving them in and out of you, they slip easily, and somehow the flame in you is slowly rekindled again. Your hand grips his forearm as you adjust around him, digging your nails into his skin. You meet his icy blue eyes and that’s all it takes to feel butterflies in your stomach. You can’t tell him no. Your whole body gives in and lights up again, you still can’t fathom how the hell he can keep your desire alive, how easily you can give it to him immediately after he brings you to your high, it’s a never ending roller coaster.

“See,” he breathes against your ear as he licks his upper lip, the squelching of your sex around his fingers is almost too loud for you, but you can’t help but look down between his legs, following his hooded gaze. “Fuckin’ made for me.”

You’re unbelievably red and swollen from the overstimulation and pleasure that is building again, your lower lips spread like a flower around him.

“This pussy is all for me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” answer breathlessly, trying to keep your voice at bay. “All yours.”

Then he applies pressure to the rough patch of skin inside you and your thighs quiver. You almost want to close them but they’re blocked by the iron grip of his legs over yours.

His eyes are fixed in rapture on the mirror, looking at his fingers working roughly between your legs. They slide in and out of you obscenely, shiny with your wetness, him whispering filthy things in your ear.

“Oh my god…” you whisper shakily as the pressure starts building beyond any limit.

“Gonna gush on my fingers, babe?” he groans softly against your ear. “Think you can keep quiet?”

You don’t get what he means, but a weird feeling starts building along with your pressure, very similar to when you need to pee, and you start panicking. His movements are now fast, his hand almost jerking as his fingers press continually inside you.

“Billy, no, wait,” you try to pull at his forearm, these opposite sensations rising more and more inside you. “No, no…”

“Yeah, that’s it,” he growls, his breath ragged. 

And before you can stop it, it just happens. Billy covers your mouth with his hand, his fingers unrelentless as your sex squelches and liquid comes out of you, wetting the floor and mixing with your wetness. You bite his hand stifling a loud moan, your thighs shake uncontrollably from the most powerful orgasm you ever experienced, while his fingers keep applying pressure. Your eyes roll on the back of your head. For a moment, you’re overcome by pure and primal sensations, everything else disappears.

“Fuck.” Billy grunts. “That’s my good girl.”

As you slowly come down from your high, you realize how much of a mess you’ve just made. Your face heats up even more than it already is, embarrassing pulling at your insides.

Billy breathes out a laugh, his fingers still inside you. “Holy shit. That was something.”

“I’m sorry,” you quickly say, unable to meet his gaze on the mirror. “I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“Hey,” he nudges your leg with his knee. “What are you sorry for?”

“Well, for...” gesture at the mess between your legs, embarrassed to say the word. “This. For peeing on your hand.”

Billy laughs, and you almost reprimand him for being loud. “You didn’t pee on my hand. You squirted, and it was fucking hot, let me tell ya.”

You look at him in confusion, wincing as he retreats his fingers and brings them to his mouth. Your eyes widen in astonishment as he licks them clean.

“What…”

“Looks like I have to teach you one stuff or two.”he nudges his nose against yours, his eyes glinting with amusement but still dilated with desire. And you suddenly become aware of his hardness hot and insisting on your lower back. “This is gonna be fun.´´

[passmethatcokezero]

ok now i need dino in bed…..

So I got two of this ask...👀👀 this has been loooooooooong overdue but here we go~~

tags: mommy/noona kink and mentions of overstimulation, pleading etc

Dino, in his blooming youth, would be very experimental when it comes to bed

Not only of different positions, but also in what other things may add spice on steamy nights

And given his lifelong background in dancing, his thighs and hips surely NEVER LIE

His fast thrusting is I N S A N E 🤯🤯🤯 makes you go ballistic

And how he clenches his thighs in every rides welcomes you to utopia

You two were making out soon as he arrived at your place. He was ranting about his worries, his insecurities that have been consuming his sleep, and you know just how to address it. He confessed it himself: kissing you, feeling your warmth, and making you his was like a drug to him (not that he has ever tried it) that takes all his pains away and takes him to a world he only dreamed he would inhibit alone with you if he could.

"Feeling better?" You murmured as you traced his cheek with your thumb, head nodding to respond. He was straddled between your bare thighs where his hands were comfortably rested. "You needed more, don't you?" His hard thigh under your already pooling core clenched to your sultry voice, a soft moan then escaped his shiny lips as you began rocking your hips.

Your hand went straight to his growing bulge inside his trainer shorts as he kisses you deeper than earlier. Your lungs, as if catching his filthy sounds, produces its own, creating a lullaby that soothes his mind.

"Noona..." He was catching his breath as he presses you harder against his thigh. Sweat forms on both your foreheads as tension rises and kisses went sloppy.

You won't ever confess it to him, but him calling you noona drowns you in a spiral of feelings. "Hmm?"

He was unresponsive, as he rests his head back against the wall. Eyebrows meeting in pleasure with his mouth wide open.

"Say it baby," you whispered, making him look at you as you take of your shirt, erect nipples out in the free at last. "Say you want me and you'll gonna get it."

"I... I want you, noona." As soon as he said it, your damp mound found its way to his released cock, humping its length. The friction against your soaked undies was enough to get you two moaning in chorus.

"T-there's... ahhh... there's something in the way..."

You smirked at his impatience. "Oh baby, i know. It's because you forgot something."

It didn't take him long to realize it, and with his desperation the word rattled out his lips like a verse. "Please, please please... noona please..."

And him being your baby just makes it all perfect

He is probably a switch, but likes to be your love little boy most of the time

He wants your attention all to himself

He can make you cum just as how fast he learns choreography

Would even be so mischievous or boastful about it (be it in the open hinting some innuendos or in private when he is teasing you about how confident you look outside but folds underneath him)

And you have no idea what your squirming underneath his release does to him

He is also good with his tongue (he is an all rounder all right)

Airy giggles during sex (and a very sexy one at that)

Seeks praises like how he asks for cuddles

Which you are very generous of as he is to you

Once confessed that he practices at the restroom (with his hand to the thought of you) because he wants you to have the best sex yet every single time

"Why don't you just ask me?"

"Like what... have sex with you every single day?"

"You what!? You pervy little—"

He smirks as he flips a pancake for him after serving you two pieces on a plate, topped with banana slices drizzled with honey and cinnamon, and a bit of soft butter just as how you liked it.

"You see, that's how I improved my dancing. Practising each day." he then looks at you intently after a playful wink, with sincerity you only see when he dances on stage. "Well, it's not like I can do that with you regularly. You're not just some toy or a thing."

(((he has an enormous respect for you okay? a no is a no for him. no more pleading and all that. that's why you two have agreed to be vocal and straightforward when it comes to it.)))

Feels powerful when he's dominant

And yet succumbs to your majestic touches and lustrous whispers

SUB with a dominating mask if I should say

can be really funny too when he is in a bright, casual mood, cracking jokes here and there

you cant believe you’re addicted to laughing at his punchlines while on top of him

clenching around him as you roll your hips is a bonus for him when he makes you cackle

actually the best sex with him are thise filled with laughters

Goes shy when you swallow his seeds

Because he believes it is not something to be ingested

(((what a pure boy)))

"Damn... I am never going to get used to your mouth..." his mouth is wide agape, drool almost pooling of his mouth. "Bbay you're so fucking good."

It was the eve of his birthday. The man was a moaning mess and you could care less about your neighbors, anyway he deserved it for a special treat on his birthday which he wont be able to spend with you as he had a prior schedule for a shoot early morning tomorrow.

"Uh... yeahhhh.... uhhh shit..." He grew quiet of words and only moans and curses and some lewd noises from your mouth echoed in the room. His pitch was getting higher, an indicator he is close to cumming.

No words still coming out as he had his release. He was panting so hard after his long gutteral moan when he paints his arousal inside your warm mouth.

"I'm... I'm sorry...." it was almost inaudible but he managed to speak of it whilst petting your head. "Spit... spit it out... noona,"

Too late, you thought. No way his cum goes to waste.

"Baby... you're too sweet I'm afraid I don't want it anywhere else but my mouth."

edging!!! gosh edging turns him on so much

so yes he might be into foreplay

or even a foreplay before the foreplay

OVERSTIMULATION is one of his kinks like!!!

he finds it too hot when he know he had to beg you to stop (which in no way he means it fully)

that's the only time he has told you that every stop he syas meant go on

cos his body wants to be consumed by YOU

and you basically would k!ll for his whimpers and begs

cos thats your baby boy right there

and you want nothing else but him begging you go harder, writhing and almost tearing up in pleas

(((he was your mommy kink awakening)))

you'll be surprised of his endurance and stamina

like boy, you had multiple rounds and yet he could go on for more unless you remind him he needs his sleep

and like nothing happened, he would walk around casually like his core was not stimulated during the whole things

(well maybe that's an advantage of being a gym rat and an active dancer)

baby boy becomes the big man when it comes to after care

you will most definitely get the princess treatment, just like outside your sex life

STREAM DINO'S WAIT!!!

[vampcubus]

Merciless spanking? 👀

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!muzan, dom!reader, brat taming, spanking, like a hint of anal play.

Muzan, while pliant sometimes, is usually determined to make a nuisance of himself. To make you work tirelessly for the honor of his submission, and you enjoy that about him. You quite liked the challenge and it made his eventual surrender that much sweeter. But sometimes he really did get under your skin with his insensitive remarks.

Even if you’ve acquired his favoritism, he was still the demon king, and a cruel one more often than not. He’s lived for almost a thousand years, and in that time his humanity has waned the more detached he becomes from his past self.

It was only a matter of time before you’d had enough of his behavior and resigned to put him in his place. He's bent over your thighs, cock hard and leaking a puddle of pre onto your leg as your hand claps down onto his backside harder than he thought possible. Your strikes are committed and solid, barreling into his pale flesh until it blooms a bright reddish hue.

It's easy to forget that you aren't a weakling since you tend to be soft on him, but the merciless spankings are a blaring reminder to the contrary. He hates how much he loves it when you punish him; how his body sings with every slap. You’d ordered him not to heal and now he knows why as his flesh reddens and becomes sore. Your strikes are no gentler even as he starts yelping and squirming around, humiliated tears pricking at his eyes when the bright sting only makes his cock harder.

He’s begun to pant, claws tearing holes into the sheet clenched in his fists.

“I don’t like to punish you, darling but you really piss me off when you say cold things like that,” you admonished, as if he were a misbehaving child and a growl slips out of him, but it’s soon overshadowed by a yelp when you spank him particularly hard. “Quit that! I don’t wanna hear it. You earned this.”

“Fuck you.” he’s begun to shake, and your eyes soften a fraction. you smooth a hand over his tender backside gingerly but he hisses and flinches hard anyways.

“My poor baby. You must be pretty sore, huh?” you continue to ghost your hand over his rear, admiring the scarlet handprints you’ve left behind on his ivory skin.

“Eat shit and die.” More aggression. You’d think he’d learn.

You grab a handful of his ass and he nearly leaps out of your lap, cursing when you only pull him back into position and fondle him more. He’s whimpering now, and a muffled sniffle is all it takes for you to be throbbing just as much. It’s hard to break him down like this, and your hand is sore from the spanking, but it’s worth it to see him crumble. He’s a powerful demon that could kill you in a million ways before you’d even know what happened, but he won’t. Because he needs this even if he won’t admit it.

“Are you ready to apologize and get your reward now or do you still need convincing, pet?”

Pet. That’s what he’s been reduced to. The nickname almost inspires him to bare his teeth at you, to make you work harder. But he’s exhausted, and sore, and you’re spreading him open already, thumb teasing over his rim. So he gives up, slumping over your lap.

“I’m sorry…” Muzan almost croaks it, voice sounding ragged from all the shouting. “i’m sorry, so make it feel better now.”

Not even a single threat i’m that sentence. You’re impressed!

“There's my good boy~ You definitely deserve your reward now. You’ll forget about that pain in a moment just you wait.”

[edwardslvrr]

༯ 405, TREVOR ZEGRAS

trevor zegras x singer!reader

the one where rumour has it YN has a new boyfriend and Trevor has a new girlfriend

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❝He Loves me not❞ || Diluc x Reader

✧A/N: NOW THIS IS A HEAVY ONE BABES, I wanted to try something different since I mostly write lovey dovey or smutty stuff. This time I wanted to try making something more on the angsty side. Read the warnings first before proceeding !

Oh! Also, this is part of a Diluc Series I'm cooking up 👀, they are all one shots tho, none of them connect to one another. So expect more Diluc stuff from me !

✧Warning/s: Toxic Marriage, Cheating, Argument gone physical, Smut

✧Synopsis: In a modern AU wherein Diluc and you have an arranged marriage  and though at first you don't have high hopes of this union, you still gave it a chance… oh how regretful you are for such a choice.

✧Word Count: 2.9k words

Minors kindly don't interact!

He was never yours to begin with. From the moment you saw the way he looked at her…you knew you had already lost. 

It was your engagement party and you have invited all of your loved ones to celebrate. Both Diluc and you are currently busy attending and chatting with the guests. Everyone kept complimenting you on how much you're practically glowing that night, that it must be good karma considering how good your life has been going so far. And you couldn't agree more, everything seems so right…so perfect. 

Despite how transactional your engagement with Diluc was, this man has somehow crept into your heart. He was quite intimidating at first yet somehow you knew there was a hint of softness in him. His face would hold indifference yet his touch was warm and gentle. And for that you do not regret saying yes to meeting him. 

You excuse yourself from the group of guests and want to see your soon to be husband. You couldn't seem to find him from the sea of people..strange considering that his red hair always makes him stand out. By the corner you see Rosaria and Kaeya enjoying some drinks and snacks while they converse with one another. You approach them to ask Kaeya where his brother could be.

“Hey Kae, have you seen Diluc anywhere? I can't seem to find him?” Kaeya quirks his eyebrow and puts the wine glass down his lips. “I believe he went that way, by the garden. I saw him going there with Jean.” Jean? Who in Celestia was Jean? Probably one of his relatives you thought. You thanked Kaeya and exited the banquet hall. 

The garden was a little wide but it was easy enough to find your way. You ended up a little deeper into the garden and started hearing faint voices, one of which you could recognize. You don't know why, but your gut feeling told you to keep your mouth shut and approach them quietly. As you approached nearer you peaked at the two people that were hiding behind some grass walls. 

Your heart sank at the sight.

Diluc had one of his arms wrapped around the woman's waist and his other hand found itself on her cheek, tenderly caressing her. His eyes…it's as if he was worshiping the very ground she walked in. And the woman…Jean, looked back at him with the same affections as she smiled at him warmly.

You retreat back to hiding behind the grass walls, yet not leaving just yet. “You're here.” Diluc spoke gently, a hint of joy in his tone. Jean gave a gentle laugh. “Yes I am, in the flesh. and I intend to stay here a little longer.” Although you cannot see what they are doing, you are most definitely sure they just share a kiss after that. Your whole body starts to shake and your eyes are getting blurry from the tears that are threatening to fall down. In that moment you can't seem to speak nor move, you felt powerless, alone and…vulnerable. 

You felt betrayed and yet did nothing about it…months later you were then wed. 

…He didn't even call your name during the wedding night. You know damn well that as he was thrusting himself inside you and kissing you passionately on the lips it wasn't you on his mind…it was her. Those sweet pet names he was giving you? That's all for her. And still you pretended as if you knew nothing of his crimes. As you both reached your climax tears were falling down your eyes. But these weren't because of pure bliss, but it was due to your husband calling out another woman's name silently under his breath while still burried inside you. 

“Oh Jean..”

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Fixing yourself in front of your vanity, you applied some gloss on your lips before giving it a pop to really apply the product evenly. You were almost completely dressed up for the party and were satisfied with how you looked in front of the mirror. You gave a satisfied nod to yourself before grabbing the clutch on your bed and heading to the door.

You grabbed your pair of black heels that were inside the shoe cabinet and  bent a bit to wear them ,behind you you could hear footsteps. “And where do you think you're going at this time and hour?” You didn't have to turn around to know who spoke.

“Just going to a birthday celebration, remember my friend Yelan? It's her 29th birthday.” “And where is this party located exactly?” You finished buckling the straps on your heels and stood up properly. “Just at her home, we wanted some space for ourselves and she's going to bring out her best alcohol.” You answered every question he had, but your tone sounded as if you didn't have any time for him. That irritated the red head a bit.

You turn around to face your husband, he was still in his work clothes, The sleeves of his button up were folded up and a few buttons were undone, and his red hair was down. His arms were crossed and he had his default resting bitch face. “Will be home by 10pm, don't worry I won't be drinking too much.” really though, It was unnecessary to tell him all this. In the end he doesn't care where you go, who you go with, or even what time you'll arrive home. It's always been that way. 

He stopped loving you the day she entered back into his life.

“I’ll be heading off now, don't overwork.” 

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Driving slowly before coming to a full stop as you arrived at Yelans house. Her house was gorgeous, very modern and yet simplistic, just the way she likes it. You parked your car just outside her house and went for the entrance to ring her doorbell. Yelan shouted “Coming!” from a distance before rushing to open the door for you. “Ah here you are, just in time.” She gave you a quick hug before welcoming her to her home.

Thing is, no one was inside the house other than you and Yelan. She just wanted a simple birthday with her best friend, throwing some grand birthday wasn't really her thing to begin with. And you're more than happy to entertain her. “Gods glad you came! And here I thought I would celebrate this precious day all alone.” She jokingly said as we walked to her mini bar. 

You hopped on to a seat as Yelan went behind the counter to make some drinks. “We both know I would definitely be coming today. It's your birthday after all! Besides, there's not much to do in that house anyways. As much as possible I’d like to get out when given the opportunity.” You rested your cheek on your palm.

Yelan gives a worried look before sighing. “Is he still hooked on…her?” She pushes a drink towards me. I scoffed and took a sip. “Yeah, he is.” Yelan rolled her eyes at that before leaving the counter and sitting beside you. “He left a few weeks ago, saying it was for business purposes…But after his trip I cleaned his bag for his laundry and found some dirty panties in one of the pockets. And obviously this isn't some souvenir he got in some stall.” You took a swing of your drink and finished the whole glass. Yelan sees this and a concerned look is on her face. You wiped any excess alcohol on the corner of your lips and continued.

“The bastard is getting sloppy.” A grim look was on your face as you're telling Yelan all this. Yelan looks at you, dead serious in the eyes. “Y/N, we both know you deserve better than this.” You look at your best friend with somber eyes. "I know, but I just—" "Ah ah stop talking for a moment." Yelan interrupts.

"I know you love him...but don't you think perhaps it's time to face the fact that Diluc doesn't love you? Because if he did, the moment he saw that woman at your engagement party he would be running straight at you, showing to everyone and to her especially that he was already spoken for."

You grip on the glass tighter. Perhaps it's not love that's keeping you in this marriage. Sure you used to love him...but all that love went down the drain the night of your honeymoon. Maybe it's guilt, guilt at the very fact that you allowed for things to get this bad. That when you had the opportunity to stop this torture sooner— you just didn't.

And now that you're married to him, you thought that you might as well finish what you've started...even though it hurts.

“...Thanks Yelan, you're really helping me through this." You gave her a quick hug. "Well anyways enough about my fucked up life, lets talk about you, yeah?” Yelan wiggled her index finger in front of you. “Oh no no no don't you dare change the subject. I'm all ears right now.” 

“What? No! It's your birthday for celestia's sake, I'm not spending your precious day complaining about my marriage!” Yelan places her hand on top of yours. “My dear, I love nothing more than shit talking, so…” She grabs her drink and raises it in front of me. 

“Drink up.”

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Time seems to be flying fast as you hadn't realized it was already late at night. Not only that but you drank way past your limit, it would be dangerous to be out and about on the road, so Yelan insisted you'd stay for the night. Not having much of a choice you flopped on the bed and immediately dozed off to sleep.  By the time you woke up it was already 8 in the morning, you groaned as you stretched and sat up from the bed, rays of sunlight finding their way past the curtains. 

You feel the hangover settle in, fortunately it's not that unbearable. You walked down the stairs and to the kitchen there you found breakfast was already made for you and a sticky note just near it. 

‘Gonna go out for a run! Here's some breakfast and a pain reliever, if it's really unbearable don't hesitate to stay a little longer ;D’

- Yelan 

You chuckled reading this before eating the breakfast infront of you. After doing so you freshened up a bit in the bathroom and cleaned up the room you just stayed in. You don't want to be inconsiderate and leave any traces of mess, especially since you're just a guest. After doing everything necessary you locked the door behind you and went to your car. You just remembered you promised Diluc that you'd be home by 10…Ah whatever, he doesn't give a damn anyways. You're even sure that by now he's still rested nicely in his bed. 

While on the road you reflect back to what Yelan said...she's right. That night could have been different, instead of heading back home earlier to cry myself to sleep, I could've celebrated my engagement party to the fullest. Nothing but smiles and joy, with Diluc beside me...proud to be called husband and wife soon...

But that's all a fairy tail. Such delusions are far from the truth and as you reach closer to home you know exactly what you have to do.

Driving back home there wasn't any traffic on sight. Though, considering that it's a Sunday morning, most people are still in their beds resting. 

After parking your car inside the garage you made your way inside your home. You threw your clutch on the couch and made your way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. But waiting there was your husband as he was eyeing you dangerously. “What happened to being at home at 10?” He takes a sip of his coffee and looks straight at you.

You're in disbelief at his attitude, why should he even give a damn about where you've been. You divert your eyes to one of the cabinets to get a glass. “Yeah about that, I got a little too carried away with the drinks. I couldn't drive properly so I stayed there at Yelans for the night.” You poured yourself a glass of water while still avoiding eye contact. Diluc doesn't seem to like this. “Can you please look at me while talking?” 

You let out a frustrated inhale and just finished your glass of water to just leave, this morning you seem to have little to no patience for Diluc. You start to walk off but Diluc gets up from his chair and follows behind you. “Hey what's going on? Talk to me!” You continue to walk up the stairs ignoring your husband. He grabs your arm and stops you before you could enter the bedroom. “What the hell is your problem? Why aren't you answering me–!” “YOU ARE THE DAMN PROBLEM ‘LUC!”

You finally blew up. After months, even years of holding it in, you finally blew up on his face. You rip your arm off from his grip. “Don't you dare pretend you don't know. Because I know we both fucking know what’s wrong.” Only the sound of heavy breathing can be heard, both of you stood there silently as you spoke in almost a whisper. 

“I can't do this anymore, Luc. It fucking hurts and I can’t stand seeing your selfish lying face–!” “Then why?” Diluc interjects, he looks at you coldly. “Then why did you stay? Why didn't you say anything? If it hurts so fucking much then why did you let all of this happen–!” “Dont you fucking DARE make me the villain here, Ragnvindr!” 

You point a finger towards Diluc, there was no more holding back at this point. “I have foolishly led myself to believe that I might even have a sliver of chance in your heart, but it's clear now that you're only thinking about that whore of a woman!”

“DON’T YOU DARE CALL HER THAT” “WELL AM I FUCKING WRONG? THAT'S WHAT SHE IS IN OUR MARRIAGE, RIGHT? JUST SOME DIRTY SECRET YOU HIDE.” Diluc’s hand suddenly wraps around your throat, pinning you to the wall. His grip is merciless while his eyes only bore rage. He wants to be fucking angry well two can play that game.

“Ohh what's wrong? I thought we were talking this out. Did I hit a nerve?~” You were mocking him, an almost maniac smile was on your face as you're laughing at him. His attempts to shield his woman were ridiculous, he's going so low to the point of physically hurting you. Both of your eyes never left one another, as if challenging the other to look away, but neither of you faltered.

Your grin at him, enjoying the very fact that this time the roles were reversed, this time he was the one who was agitated. 

"I'm done playing pretend, so why don't you do the same." Despite how hard it was to speak, you still had some bite in you.

A vein could practically pop from Dilucs head from how angry he is, he looks at you with pure hatred– as if you are the most vile thing he has ever seen. He inches closer at you, doing his best to intimidate you more. Both of you could practically feel each other's breath– it’s hot and heavy. There were no words being exchanged yet Diluc’s eyes somehow found themselves down to your lips, they were red and plump.

You were about to agitate him a little more when suddenly his lips crashed onto yours harshly. Without thinking you accepted the kiss, his hand was still on your throat but you wouldn't have his hand in any other place. His free hand wandered down to your ass and gave it a firm squeeze, pulling you closer to him. 

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Clothes were scattered all over the floor, hands were wandering and groping everywhere. There were no signs of stopping or slowing down. At one point you found yourself on top of Diluc, straddling him and taking control instead. “Nice view, is this what she saw 2 weeks ago, hm?” You mock him, his hands are then on your hips as he forces you to push yourself deeper into him. “Shut your mouth and just keep moving.” You only go faster and deeper, Diluc groans beneath you.

While riding him you're playing with yourself to help you reach your climax faster. Diluc watches the view before him, and as much as he wants to deny it but you look fucking hot right now. All angry yet horny at the same time. 

You comb some hair out of your face and look down at Diluc, you can see that he's close, but so were you. As you quicken your pace  you grab a hold of his face and force him to look at you “When you fucking cum I want you to scream my name, for once in your damn life call out the name of the woman that made you feel good.”

Diluc scoffs at this, “In your fucking dreams.” You hum in disappointment and slow down your pace. “If you don't, then I'm leaving you here with your cock still hard.” The red head groaned at this and grips on his hips a little tighter. “Fuck– fine fine!” You smile down at him. “That's better~” Quickening your pace, both of you continue to moan and pant out in pleasure, removing every single edge and hatred from 2 hours ago. 

“Oh god I’m close!” Your thrusts are getting sloppier by the second, desperate for that release. On the other hand Diluc is panting beneath you as he looks at how you're taking him in so well. “Y/N I’m close too– Shit!” You grip onto his bare shoulders as you're about to cum. “Oh god I’m coming !” Shutting your eyes as you release, Diluc gives a strong thrust upwards as he releases his load inside of you. 

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It was already 3 in the morning as you got up from the bed. Diluc was still fast asleep, but this was the perfect moment to start packing up your necessary things and head out to the door. You’ll file for a divorce later, but for now… 

You look down at the red head as he is sleeping peacefully. You remove the ring off your finger, the ring that felt so heavy and ingrained into your skin. You can finally lift that weight. 

You head to the bathroom and get ready to leave. 

Alternative Ending

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[coraline-piange]

“bed” or “hair” 💞🤍

hiiii 💞 okay you have somehow hit a magical combination because there's so many mention of both of these words, i could barely choose.

so, in the end i shall provide you with a snippet for each of the three pillars this fic is built on:

1) sillyness and fluff

Edwin rolls his eyes but leans forward to kiss the convincing smile regardless, his limbs looser already. When he pulls back he thumbs at the stubble on Charles’ chin. “You need to shave.”

“Nope. Trying out a new look, aren’t I?” Charles waggles his eyebrows.

“Oh,” is all Edwin can think of to say.

Charles squints. “Not a fan of beards, then?”

Edwin hums and lets his finger trail over the hint of hair above Charles’ upper lip. “Not a fan of beard burn but I will manage. I’m sure you will look roguishly handsome.”

“Like one of them love interests in your racy romance books,” Charles teases.

“They are not racy!”

Charles chuckles and kisses the tip of Edwin’s scrunched up nose. “I’ve peeked into them, you can’t fool me.”

2) horny horniness (this one with both words!!)

He uses his arms around Edwin to tip them to the side, once again grateful that Edwin's a fucking princess who enjoys a bed bigger than Charles’ entire bedroom. Edwin makes a surprised sound but looks quite pleased when Charles scoots down to settle between his legs. He's kneeling in front of the bed now and simply nuzzles his face into Edwin’s covered hard-on. Edwin's hands shoot down and settle in Charles’ hair and he pushes his hips up until he's rubbing against Charles’ face and — Charles lets out a loud moan, pushing back. His open mouth leaves a wet spot on the fabric that's pushed into his cheek when he turns his head slightly to look up to Edwin.

3) so much more angst than expected

“You mustn't lie for my benefit, Charles. It is quite alright.” He feels like he's 18 again, locked in his own body while Simon gives him the cold shoulder. He knows what he needs to do. “I understand that you didn't want to spend the night mopping up my tears. It's okay. I will — we can still… we can still have sex. I'll manage.”

“What the fuck, Edwin?” Charles lets go of him and stands up. “Is that what you're doing when we're having sex? Managing?” Charles sounds furious, pacing next to the bed and crossing his arms.

“No!” Somehow, somewhere, this conversation has gotten away from Edwin. Usually, that works. They should be kissing right now. They should have been kissing this whole time. The bed is shaky ground and Edwin fears one wrong move will see him topple to the side and into an abyss that's suddenly opened up next to him. “Not — not usually.”

Charles stares, opens his mouth a couple times but no words come out.

if you want more snippets, just send me a word 👀😌

[synnamon-hearts]

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Pairing: Ghostface!Josh Washington x Fem!Reader

Description: Staying home alone while there was a killer on the loose was a decision that would change your life forever—but you never would have imagined how...

Warnings: Mutual Pining, Dark Fluff, Angst, Talk Of Violence, Blood, Gore, Friends To Lovers, Suggestive Flirting, Implied Smut, Talk Of Mike Being A Creep, Extra Talk Of Characters' Death.

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Ah, my very first Ghostface fic. It feels nice to finally fix this up and repost it. Josh was always perfect for the role. I mean, he already has that psychotic energy that goes so well with it. 😅 And I always loved this fic too much not to redo it. It's been sitting in my draft for awhile but it's finally done and ready to read! I hope you all enjoy it! 🖤 Oh! And if enough of you do like this fic, I may consider doing more spicy Ghostface!Josh fics in the future... 👀

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I sat in my bedroom on a late Friday night, not doing anything but staring up at my ceiling in complete boredom. My parents didn't want to leave me home alone, but I insisted they go out. After all, it was their anniversary. Though I wanted them to have a good night and celebrate, I didn't really want to be home alone either. There had been a serial killer going around, taking out almost everybody I knew.

Even though the attacks hadn't been directly on me, I still had that grueling feeling that I could be next at any given time. My parents made me promise to keep all the doors and windows locked and stay inside while they were gone, and I had strongly intended to keep that promise.

So I decided to just stay in my room, laying in bed while counting the minutes. Time was going by slowly until I got a call—a call that would change my life forever in the most unexpected way. And I don't know why I chose to answer it, since it was from an unknown number, but something deep inside of me told me to press that green button on the screen.

"Hello?" I muttered simply after answering my phone and bringing it to my ear.

"Hello, (Y/N)." Said the voice of an unknown man on the other end. It was deep and dark—a voice I would definitely remember if I heard it before.

"Who is this?" I asked as I furrowed my brows in confusion. Though it was a very easy question, the man stayed silent for a few seconds. Deep, heavy breaths were the only thing heard on the other end of the line; until the man spoke again in a more sinister tone.

"The question isn't who am I–it's where am I?"

The beating of my heart rang through my ears as it's speed increased faster each second. I wasn't sure if it was just some sick prank or not, but I had a pretty damn good feeling about who it was. Still, I didn't want to accept the horrid truth—I didn't want to believe that it could be the man who had been slaughtering all of my friends.

"This isn't funny!" I shouted into my phone with anger in my tone. I tried to keep my voice strong—to not show how I really felt by letting my voice fall weak and crack. But it was hard not to. "Seriously, this better not be a fucking prank!"

"Oh, what's the matter, (Y/N)? Don't you wanna play with me?" His voice sounded mocking, teasing with a little hint of a laugh at the end of his words.

"N-No..." I whimpered, my voice being just barely above a faint whisper. Tears filled my eyes as I sat up in my bed, eyeing my bedroom door wearily while praying deep down that there was nobody in my house.

"Aw, too bad, little bird. We're going to play regardless of what you say. You won't regret it." He cooed mockingly, sounding as if he was trying to hold back another laugh as he spoke. "Here I come."

Within a matter of seconds, somebody began banging on my bedroom door. I screamed from astonishment and pure terror before scrambling off my bed to find something—anything that could be used as some sort of weapon.

The man continued to bang on my door for what felt like hours, but only turned out to be a couple of minutes. But to my surprise, he stopped... And then there was silence—unsettling silence.

I ended the call with the man—nearly dropping my phone several times due to how shaky my hands were—before attempting to dial 911. But as luck would have it, the screen turned black, and I quickly realized that I had forgotten to charge my phone.

It's crazy how one small, dumb mistake could have such a fatal consequence...

"(Y/N)?" The man sang from the other side of my door. "Come out, come out wherever you are!"

"Go away!" I cried out, clenching my phone in my hand as fear crippled my body. "I'm going to call the police!"

It was a lie, I know, but I thought that maybe a threat would be enough to get the psycho away from me, long enough for somebody to come find me.

"Oh, (Y/N)." The man chuckled darkly. "The police won't get here on time. And besides, don't you want to meet the man behind it all—the one who killed your little friends?"

I froze for a minute in complete shock and fear. This man—who had taken so much from me within the last month—was just outside my door. The chances of me getting away at this point were slim. So, if I wasn't going to survive, I might as well have found out who this monster really was. But maybe I'd be lucky and survive if I found a way to kill him first? Regardless, I needed to know who this man was...

"F-Fine..." I tried to make myself sound much more confident and tougher than I really was, but failed due to the way my voice cracked thanks to my anxiety. "Come in..."

I grabbed my alarm clock and fully prepared to whip it at his head the second he opened the door, but life had a different plan for me.

To my surprise, the man kicked my door open and there stood a tall figure, wearing an all-black cloak and a white ghost mask. The costume was frightening enough and made me feel quite uneasy, especially with how he cocked his head as he stared at my weak form like a curious puppy—though I knew the rabid beast that hid behind the innocent gesture. There I stood—like a complete fucking idiot—holding my alarm clock in my hand as I stared at this murderer with a look of pure horror on my face.

The man slowly approached me and with each step he took forward, I took one backwards until I hit the wall behind me. After what felt like a century, the killer was finally one foot away from me—the black eyes of the mask drinking me in as I coward in fear before him. But just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, my eyes lowered and focused on the bright crimson liquid that covered his hands and knife.

"W-Whose blood is that?" I asked with much hesitance in my voice. Though it was a question that I did not want an answer to, I figured it was pretty important; since I still had some friends that were still alive, and my family as well.

Without a single word, the man leaned in almost as if he was attempting to pin me between him and the wall. The only sound that could be heard was his breath behind the mask and my beating heart. But then—breaking the silence like a hammer smashing through glass—he chuckled lowly.

"It used to belong to your friend, Emily."

Though the man was wearing a mask, I could tell by the smug sound of his voice that he had a huge smirk plastered on his twisted face. It was at that moment, I felt my heart stop. Without even realizing, tears began to fall down my cheeks as I grieved the death of my friend.

"Oh, come on!" He scoffed. "Why are you shedding tears for that little bitch?! After all, I did kill her for you."

I froze up completely after hearing his words, like time itself had stopped to let the sudden news sink in. I was shocked, but it all made sense. Out of anybody in my friend group, I was never attacked by the killer. So he was killing my friends... For me... Only one question remained inside my mind:

"Why?"

It was the only thing I could think to say. I didn't understand why this psychopath—this murderer was doing all this awful stuff for me. The man only laughed and then, to my surprise; lifted his mask over his face, revealing his true identity.

I audibly gasped and it was as if the shock of who stood before me punched me right in the face. My heart sank and my body grew cold, as my mind refused to accept the truth. I just stood there, with tears in my eyes as the only thing that escaped my lips was a name: "Josh?"

Josh Washington—who I had known for years—stood in front of me with a twisted, psychotic grin on his face as his eyes stared down at me with a lot of excitement in them. They seemed almost gray now, compared to the light green that shone with kindness before. His hair was now disheveled too—strains of it hanging down into his eyes; I had never seen it messy like this before, since he always had it slick back and tidy around me. It definitely added to the psychotic look he had going now.

"Ta-da!" He cheered while he threw his arms up dramatically as if he revealed some positive surprise like a birthday party. "Surprised? Of course, you are! Do you know how many movies I watched to get this right? It was a lot. After all, that's how the best killers learn: watch a few movies, take a few notes; it was fun! And the look on your face now makes all that work even more worth it!"

I only continued to stare at him in silence as tears filled my eyes. He was one of the few friends who made it—other than Chris and Sam—but I had never suspected him to be a killer; it didn't feel real or right in any way. He was always so sweet and kind... It didn't make sense...

"W-Why?" I asked in a barely audible whisper. "Why did you do this?!"

He shook his head as if he expected me to know, while his smile only broadened as he did so. "I told you, (Y/N). I did it for you."

"But why?!" I cried out, raising my voice as I did so, my vocals now scratchy and damaged from my earlier cries. He seemed surprised by my sudden outburst and took a step back as his eyes widened from shock.

"(Y/N), I did it because those fuckers were jerks! They treated you like trash, talked shit about you behind your back, and tried to keep us apart!"

His motive shocked me and also unlocked some realization in my mind: he was right. They were mean to me and treated me like garbage. But killing them just seemed too far. Though... It also ignited another question in my mind.

"What the fuck do you mean by 'kept us apart'?" I asked as I furrowed my brows with confusion. I swore at that moment that if jealousy had been the reason for his murders, I would kill him myself just out of anger due to his stupidity.

He laughed again, but this time his expression held a look of disgust and anger.

"Those assholes kept telling you that I didn't want you—that I was even appalled by the idea of being with you—all over the simple fact that Jess had a crush on me. You call that being a friend?" He scoffed bitterly. "Not only that, but those bitches had sabotaged many of your other relationships, as well as bullied you into thinking you were not good enough for anybody."

I stayed silent, looking down at my feet as the tears finally fell down my cheeks. Merely seconds later, I felt a gentle gloved hand meet my cheek. He caressed it softly with his thumb, to carefully wipe my tears away.

"You don't have to listen to their abuse anymore; they are gone." He whispered softly. "And you don't have to worry about not being good enough anymore either. Do you know why?"

I shook my head as I sniffed quietly, unable to speak due to not fully trusting my voice to form words correctly.

"Because you're good enough for me." He murmured in the softest tone I had ever heard, only making me tear up more.

I slowly looked up to meet his gaze—his soft gaze of adoration. He smiled warmly as he continued to hold my cheek in his large hand. And for the first time ever, I felt truly loved.

"And I know Mike was being a pig with you, that's why I slaughtered him like one." He admitted proudly as his kind smile split open into a prideful, toothy grin. I couldn't help but giggle as I wiped a few more tears away from my other cheek.

"Yeah, despite being with Emily, he would never give up on me. He just didn't understand that I didn't feel that way for him." I admitted sadly.

"I mean, I don't blame the guy because you are a fucking goddess, but he would go a little too far with his attempts to 'woo' you."

"Woo?" I chuckled at his choice of words.

"You know what I mean." He rolled his eyes playfully. But once they gazed back down upon me, they had grown soft and loving again. "So, would you consider being the lover of a dangerous psychopath?"

I smiled warmly as I stared up at the man before asking, "Well, I don't know. Promise not to stab me?"

"Not with this knife." He gestured down at the bloody knife in his hand, while his voice dropped low and seductive as his lips turned up into a sexy half smile.

"Good answer." I chuckled before placing my hands on his cheeks and pulling his face down to mine for a sweet kiss. Then—after pulling away a minute later—I gazed into his eyes with a lot of love and warmth. "We'll get to that later."

He smiled and placed his lips back on mine, while holding me tightly in his arms. The kiss lingered for another good minute and lit a spark within me—a spark that told me that I was in love. Once we pulled away, he stared down at me lovingly.

"Seriously though, I promise to protect you at all costs and destroy anybody who threatens your safety." He declared in a warm tone as he brought his hands back up to caress my cheeks again, the soft fabric of the gloves drying my soaked cheeks.

"I know." I responded as I smiled happily before planting another warm kiss on his surprisingly soft lips. "And I'll do the same for you."

"Oh? Do I have myself a little partner in crime?" He teased and my sweet smile twisted into a more sinister one as I took his knife from his hand, gripping it firmly in my fist and moving it up to place the blade against his throat.

Though the sharp metal was nipping at his skin and painting the ridge deep crimson, he didn't seem to care. His lips stretched into a devilish and seemingly excited grin, as he gazed down at me with a look of adoration in his green orbs.

"Hey, we all go a little mad sometimes. And I may know of a few more people who need to be taught a fatal lesson." My voice grew darker and more evil as his smile broadened with pride for his new lover —me. "I just need to have a mentor by my side to guide my way."

"My lady," he spoke softly as he carefully took my small hand in his big one. "It would be an honor."

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[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Hello 🤗 Can you please write part 2 of bale batman with assistant reader headcanons where he was in love with her but hasn't confessed yet and gets jealous when she pays attention to someone else? Thank you ❤️

Of course, lovely anon!! <3

A/N: more Bale!Bruce!!! I love writing for him, thank you so much for requesting <3 I might have little surprise planned for all of the Bale!Bruce lovers hehe 👀

~Fi 🐝

Part 1 ♡ Part 3 ♡

Bruce secretly being in love with assistant!reader ♡

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◇First of all,

◇We all know his smooth talking is immaculate, he's Gothams playboy, a flirting legend.

◇With you, though?

◇Yeah, no chance.

◇He's stumbling over his words, blushing.

◇He's a mess, basically.

◇Because he actually cares what you think. He wants to impress you, not with his money or status, but with his personality.

◇That has never happened before. It scares him a little, but he can't help but smile a bit at your influence on him.

◇Also, he cannot stop looking at you. He's admiring you every second.

◇He doesn't get any work done, he almost messed up the biggest deal Wayne Enterprises had ever gotten just because he thinks you're pretty.

◇In his mind, you're already married and have 3 kids together.

◇He probably bought the ring already.

◇Bruce regularly buys you flowers, expensive chocolates, like he does not hold back.

◇But, he is very possessive, you're his, whether you know it or not.

◇He's very convinced you love him too, why would you smile at him so sweetly, or always make sure he's okay if you weren't?

◇He would never make you uncomfortable or cross any boundaries but god, he would have you sit on his lap every single day if he could.

◇Everything's going well, he watches you from afar, his eyes are basically hearts at this point.

◇That is until he sees you talking to some guy named Jake, who apparently also works here, and he makes you laugh just a little too much for Bruce's taste.

◇He should be the one making you laugh and smile like that, not some guy who's been trying to get in your pants for months now.

◇You don't get the hint though, you just think Jake is a nice bloke who's actually interested in working here, and with you.

◇Bruce sees through that immediately and it makes him scowl.

◇Why would anyone do that to you? You're so lovely and perfect, that Jake fella doesn't appreciate you. He doesn't deserve you.

◇Bruce knows he's better in every way, he could buy you whatever you want, you'd never have to work again, but most importantly, he would love you.

◇Truly love you, like a beautiful woman like you deserves.

◇He definitely intimidates and threatens Jake behind your back. He would love to do it in front of you, but he's worried he'll scare you away.

◇Bruce makes a final statement by moving your desk into his office permanently.

◇Jake still tries to get laid, and Bruce is about to actually punch this fucker if he doesn't stop.

◇Apparently threatening to fire him didn't do the trick.

◇He calls Jake to his office once you're on your lunch break and just straight up tells him that you're his and that if he doesn't stop trying to fuck his woman, there will be unpleasant consequences.

◇"Hey Bruce, have you seen Jake lately?"

◇"Hm? Oh, he moved so he had to quit."

◇He's so in love with you it's actually insane.

◇He's so bad at hiding it too, it's like all those years of playboy experience disintegrate once he sees you smile.

◇He lays in his bed at night, thinking what it would be like of you were there with him.

◇Then, the images of you talking to other men and smiling take over his mind and his blood is boiling.

◇You're not allowed to talk to any other men besides Alfred, Lucius and Gordon.

◇Would he ever tell you or act on that?

◇Absolutely not, he know he doesn't own you.

◇He'd just preferred it if you didn't.

◇He snapped one time and kissed you in front of the whole company. It was a rough and hungry kiss, but it didn't lack gentleness.

◇Bruce disappeared into a hole of shame for a week. He definitely crossed a line, he shouldn't have done that.

◇He has to come back to work at some point, so he does but he immediately wants to sink into the ground once he sees you.

◇That's until he sees you.. smiling?

◇You're all excited to see him back and you tell him that you missed him and he caves.

◇He confesses his love to you in a 10 minute rant about how amazing and perfect you are (and how stupid Jake was) and you're just standing there dumbfounded.

◇Yeah, he kissed you, but given his past you didn't actually think that kiss meant anything to him.

◇It meant the world to him and he literally couldn't stop thinking about it. Or you, for that matter.

Some NSFW~

◇He also had this dark and twisted fantasy of fucking you in front of everyone so they'd see you're his and no one else's.

◇He's a little ashamed to think of you like that, but he can't deny that the thought gets his dick hard.

◇When a some guy checks you out on the street, you're in for something.

◇He won't ever, ever take it out on you because how is that your fault that some men are pigs?

◇He'd make you come extra hard, just so you know he's the one who made you feel that good and, come on now, those other dudes could never make you feel like this.

◇He definitely needs you to tell him that you're his, despite his confidence I believe he's a little insecure just because he never had anything real before.

◇Bruce is on his knees, eating you out until you see stars and he looks up at you and just asks "you're mine, right?"

◇low key gets kinda subby, he needs you to assure him so bad.

◇You're just nodding eagerly because that's all you can muster the way he's fucking his tongue into you.

◇"Good."

◇It's a low vibration in his throat and all that insecurity and unsureness just evaporates.

◇He's always so loving during sex, especially after incidents, like this one.

◇You're both smiling and making each other feel good and loved, and he's definitely the one for you, as you are for him <3

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I looked through the Bale!Bruce tag and.... it's so dead :( I'M SORRY FOR NOT WRITING MORE SOONER, I HAVE MORE PLANNED VERY SOON!! <33