#it's just beautiful to see such positivity

[sugussugar]

boyfriend! satoru with a reader who struggles with an eating disorder and body image issues.

boyfriend! satoru who, before finding out, steals your food all the time. it's intended to be silly. “ooo, haha, we're sharing food that was supposed to just be for you!” is essentially what he thinks; he unintentionally stays ignorant to how he's the only one eating, how he's the one who finishes the whole plate of food, not both of you.

boyfriend! satoru who, before finding out, pokes your stomach a lot. it's mindless, like a habit. he doesn't notice how badly it affects your vision of yourself. he doesn't see how you stare at your naked body in the mirror and remember how he poked your stomach; “does he not like my body? is this his way of saying i look fat?” you think to yourself as tears bead up on your waterline.

boyfriend! satoru who finds out by pure accident. you were in the bedroom, on a phone call with a girl friend of yours, and somehow your eating disorder came up as a topic. you didn't think he'd hear, he was all the way in the living room, after all. but what you didn't know was that he'd started to miss your presence and went to your shared bedroom to relieve the ache, only to hear what you and your friend were talking about.

boyfriend! satoru who starts picking up on all the signs he neglected to notice before, such as you never wearing certain clothes he bought you if you deemed it ‘too revealing’, your stomach growling at the most random of times, when you would poke at your own stomach and frown, how you'd always hug a pillow to your stomach when you're sitting in bed or on the couch, eating slowly, never scolding him for stealing your food, skipping meals by ‘accident’, always ‘not hungry’, ect.

boyfriend! satoru who feels so ashamed for not noticing beforehand, because how could he not? the signs were there, he just wasn't looking hard enough.

boyfriend! satoru who has no clue how to bring it up after that. because, realistically, how would he? “hey, babe! the other day i heard you telling your friend about how you hate your body and have an eating disorder, wanna unpack that?” no, that sounds intrusive and insensitive.

boyfriend! satoru who, instead, tries to do little acts to try and get you to like your body without directly bringing it up.

boyfriend! satoru who litters little kisses all over your tummy right before bed. it turns into a nightly routine.

boyfriend! satoru who rubs your stomach whenever he's spooning you from behind while kissing your shoulder every now and then.

boyfriend! satoru who murmurs soft: “you're so pretty”'s, and “such a beautiful body”'s every time the two of you get sexually intimate.

boyfriend! satoru whose new favorite position is missionary, because it means he can watch your face heat up while he tells you how gorgeous your body is.

boyfriend! satoru who stops stealing your food.

boyfriend! satoru who starts cooking homemade meals for you. he makes a mental list of all your favorite foods alongside a list of foods your friends have said you liked and gets to work. he knows you're more likely to eat it if you know he made it, rather than if it's just an instant can of nothingness like normally.

boyfriend! satoru who watches your plate whenever the two of you eat together. it isn't an intense stare, just looking down at it every now and then, smiling a little whenever he sees you actually eating.

boyfriend! satoru who realizes it's working when all the tiny things you used to do stop happening. you eat at a regular pace now, you slap his hand when he steals your food, you tell him when you're hungry, you eat three meals a day, you wear all the clothes he buys you, you stop hiding your stomach, you're happier.

boyfriend! satoru who is ecstatic to have you feeling happy with yourself again. he thinks you're so pretty, you deserve to feel that way just as much as he does.

[rafesbabygirlx]

Deep Tissue, Deep Desire

𝙲𝙴𝙾!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚞𝚜𝚎!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Masterlist

Summary- Rafe has been feeling the weight of Cameron Development on his shoulders. His assistant had booked him a massage assuming that it would be good for him. Much to his dismay, it turned out to be the greatest appointment he had ever had.

Warnings- MDNI, smut (rub and tug, hand job, doggy style)

“The massage is booked tonight at 7, boss. I think it’ll be good for you. Y’know loosen up the muscles, relieve a bit of tension. No offense, but you been a bit of an ass lately.” Damian, Kelce’s younger brother, now Rafe’s assistant said to him.

Rafe threw him a stern look. “I remember what time the damn appointment is. I’ll be there.” Damian nodded and began to walk out of Rafe’s office. “Oh and Damian? Don’t think that just because you’re Kelce’s brother you can talk to me like that. I’ll have you by your neck next time.” ∘

Rafe entered the salon, checking in and grabbing the towels and robe provided to him. He was directed to the locker room and instructed to undress completely leaving him in only the towel wrapped tightly around his waist.

He made his way over to the room. Once he entered he removed his robe and got on the table faced down. He waited for about 10 min before hearing the door open and close again. He naturally moved to get up to greet you but you spoke before her could.

"Hi Mr. Cameron, I'll be taking care of you today. Don't worry about getting up, I'm used to being greeted by the backs of peoples heads."

Rafe slowly moved back to his original position. His brows furrowing at the sound of your voice. It was sweet and soft. Young, nothing like what he pictured would step into the room.

"Full body right?" you asked just to confirm.

"Uh, yeah if that's what my assistant booked." he answered trying to seem nonchalant.

"You're just gonna feel some warmth on your back from the oil, then I'll get started."

You dripped the oil along Rafe's back. The suddenness of it made him twitch, but when he felt your hands on him he melted into the feeling. God, were you skilled. You massaged every part of him, kneading out all the knots he probably had for years. He was lost in the feeling. There was no sound but the generic spa music playing in the background.

After a while, your voice broke that silence. "I'm gonna lift the towel to keep you covered and I want you to roll over onto your back."

Rafe did as he said, rolling over then leaning on his elbows to steady himself. When he looked over and locked eyes on you, his eyes widened slightly and a soft "oh" slipped from his lips. You were stunning. The person that had be practically feeling him up was stunning and now he was shy all the sudden.

You looked back at him smitten. He was a gorgeous man, chiseled jaw, abs carved by the Gods themselves, bright blue eyes. You were taken back by his beauty. There was an understanding in the stare you held on one another but neither of you said anything.

Rafe laid back down as you moved to the foot of the bed. You lifted up his towel slightly as you applied more oil to him and began working on his lower legs slowly moving your way up.

You began to knead the flesh of his thigh. Running your hands up with pressure as your knuckles graze the length of his cock. He lifted his at you and a smirked flashed across his face. After meeting his eyes, you look back down pretending to focus on your work, hiding the flush of red that grew on your cheeks.

“That ok, Mr. Cameron?” You ask teasingly.

“More than ok, sweetheart.”

With his confirmation, you continue to softly touch him. Your fingers on him in a way he couldn’t see coming. He was in big trouble once your hands went to each of his thighs and worked from the bottom up to his pelvic bone. He fought it. He really tried. Tried so hard until he couldn’t control it anymore.

In between his legs, right in your face, his cock got hard underneath the towel. You didn’t mind it, especially with how far it lifted the towel from his body.

“Enjoying yourself?”

Rafe was at a loss for words. He didn’t know what he felt. Ashamed? Embarrassed? What he did know what that you made him so fucking horny. “Abso-fuckin-lutely.”

That made you smile. Your hands slipped back under the towel. This time grabbing the shaft with 2 hands and slowly stroking him. Rafe’s jaw dropped open a moan escaping his throat. He rips the towel off himself, propping up on both elbows so that he can watch you work him.

You continue to touch him and when you start to feel him twitch against the palm of your hands, he grips your wrist forcing you to stop. “I need you.” Rafe mutter’s breathlessly.

He hops off the table and stalks over to you completely bare. You can’t keep your eyes off of him. All of him. When he reaches you on the other side of the table he grabs your waist and flips you around. You instinctively bend over it as he rubs a hand over your ass.

“This ok?”

You nod desperately. Desperate to feel him you can’t wait any longer. You reach back pulling your scrub pants down. “Eager, are we?” He chuckles behind you.

You feel the tip of his head rub against your folds before he swirls it around your clit. Your heads drops to the table as you bite your lips stifling a moan from escaping. Rafe slams his entire length into you not giving you anytime to react before he pulls out and slams into you again.

Rafe pushed up your shirt and took your bottle of oil and dripped it onto your lower back, watching the way it fell between the crack of your ass and how he pushed it into your soaked hole.

He was relentless in his thrusts and you’re pretty sure you drew blood from how hard you were biting down on your lip. You felt yourself tighten in the lower part of your stomach. Tightening around the length of his cock, before relief washes over you and your legs shook hard as you came. Rafe followed right after you.

He collapsed onto your back before regaining his composure and putting his robe back on as you pulled up your pants. “You take standing appointments?”

You smiled up at him. “Every Thursday 7:00 reserved for you, Mr. Cameron.”

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[cherrychilli]

18+ Steve Harrington x f! reader, perv! Steve, best friend! reader Masturbation(m), voyuerism (f) implied PIV sex, very teeny tiny mention of body horror. Nothing graphic I prommy. WC:2.7K

A/N: Pervy Steve being pervy once again. Reader's a bit of a weirdo herself. Enjoy!

Steve's already beginning to regret his decision.

It's a sobering realization as he tries to think back on the last time he played ball with the team. Or with anybody for that matter. A long long time ago, he gulps.

The thing was, stacking VHS tapes at Family Video was certainly a far cry from the kind of exercise he used to do back in Highschool. Barely breaking a sweat. His breath remaining controlled and nowhere near labored.

And now here he was, damn near wheezing as he tries to catch up to you as your jog ahead of him, although if there's one thing that's making this hellish jog tolerable its that he gets to watch your ass bounce underneath those little shorts of yours.

"Just two more blocks, Stevie c'mon", you called over your shoulder at him as he sourly trudges on, making a mental note to never get roped into one of your fitness kicks again.

Throat hoarse, knees shaky and sweat aplenty, he manages a thankful smile at the sight of your house, the both of you agreeing to stop there because it was much closer than his own place.

Both his and your Nike's crunch over the gravel that fills your drive way, now much prettier lined with your mother's hydrangea bushes in full bloom. Fresh bunches of pastel blues, purple's and yellows attract buzzing bees and fluttering butterflies alike. It's beautiful enough to make Steve forget about the way his ankle clicks with every step after jogging up the slope that lead to your home.

"So, what are you going to stitch these onto next?", he gestures to the hydrangeas and your whole face lights up ecstatically. "I'm not sure just yet but I can't wait until I find something good enough".

It was no secret that you liked florals, most of your clothes featuring some kind of posy, big or small. But for the items that didn't have any, you learned quickly with a needle and some thread, embroidering all kinds of flowers onto your clothes and other belongings - cushion covers, tote bags, the pockets on your jeans, pillow covers and whatever else you could leave your mark on.

Walking up to the porch that wrapped around your house, the windchime tinkles above your heads as you work your key into the lock, the sound reminding Steve of clinking champagne glasses together which in turn reminds him of how positively parched he is.

When you get the door unlocked and step aside, you let Steve walk ahead of you this time, sensing his impatience as he heads into the kitchen, pouring the both of you a tall, chilled glass of ice water each.

You thank him and sip at yours, amused at the sight of Steve chugging his down. Well, not just amused. A rivulet runs down his chin and snakes down the length of his throat as his adams apple bobs up and down, dampening the sweat soaked collar of his shirt even more.

Putting your empty glass down, you discreetly turn your back to Steve, bringing your hands up to pinch your cheeks hard, as if it might help force out the weird but not exactly unpleasant feeling that sprouted as you watched him trying to quench himself. It wasn't the first time it's happened either. Just a side effect that came with being friends with the former King Steve you supposed. It was during times like this that you could see why so many wanted his attention.

Steve on the other hand hasn't noticed your reaction, only that the pleasantly chilly relief that washed over him is short lived when it comes time to head up to your room. It's on the second floor so Steve frowns at the sight of your oak staircase, slowly but heatedly ascending it, cussing all throughout the way. You're just so tickled by it, his silly disdain making you giggle.

Feeling sorry for him, you insist on letting him go in and shower first because it was the polite thing to do. There's a little back and forth exchanged between you two when Steve begins to feel a little embarrassed and suggests you head in first seeing as it was your bathroom but you press on until eventually you get him to give in.

"Alright alright. I'll be out in ten" he tells you, picking up his duffle bag containing a fresh pair of clothes for him to change into, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

He sticks to his word, making sure to wrap up in under ten minutes because he hated keeping you waiting. But perhaps most importantly because he didn't want you to think he might be doing something he shouldn't.

It's something he's always been cautious about for a long time now. Many a time he's showered in your bathroom, carefully observing all of the products that make you smell as nice as you do. It's all innocent except that he can never shake knowing how you shed your clothes in here. How you work in your cranberry shampoo in your hair. How you squirt your cherry blossom body wash onto your loofah and run it over every inch of your body - your legs, between your breasts, your belly your --

Whipping his head side to side just in time like that might help eject the thought from his head entirely, he's able to snap out of it, toweling off and shoving his clothes on before taking a moment to compose himself.

Coming out, Steve nearly walks into you when he interrupts you in the middle of pulling off your socks and dropping them into the wicker basket by the bathroom door.

"I'll just be a couple of minutes" you tell him but you both know it'll be a little longer than. You weren't one to skip over your haircare and skincare routines. Not that Steve minded.

When the door clicks shut behind you Steve lays down on your bed, the soft mattress feels like heaven on his back after that cursed jog and it's all made even better because your sheets and your pillows smell like you.

He could have dozed off right there if he wanted but his mind keeps working. It makes him wonder. Having spent the night a few times he knows you throw on a pair of modest shorts and a wrinkled sleep shirt two sizes too big for you. But was that how you always tucked in for the night?

Were you the type to forego the shorts? maybe leave on a pair of panties under that billowing shirt? or did you discard that too? panties and nothing else. Or maybe you took those off too if the conversation he'd overheard you having with Robin was to believe.

"I feel like I'm on the menu, man. Barbeque all day. I pretty much live in my shower when I get back home that I might have to start paying rent for it", Robin comments on the heat.

"Shit, me too. Nights are the worst though", you reply, using a leaflet someone had handed you out on the street to fan yourself.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Sometimes I don't even towel off and that's how I get to sleep. No clothes, no covers. Just praying it doesn't get hotter. And that I don't wake up in a pool of my own sweat in the morning, you know?"

Oh fuck oh god no.

Steve stares down at his sweats, horrified to find the very evident outline of his cock tenting between his legs. And what's worse, he knows all too well that it won't go down on its own unless he takes care of it himself. It's always been this way. His dick is anything if not persistent.

He looks around your room in panic, surveying carefully. He knows he can't finish the way he usually does, messy streaks splattered on his soft belly. He needs something to clean up the mess without you finding out. That's when his eyes land on the dirty laundry hamper you'd used not even fifteen minutes ago.

Steve scrambles off the bed, approaching your hamper of dirty laundry. He can still hear the shower running inside, letting him know that he probably still has a little more time left.

Looking thoroughly, Steve figures you must have done your laundry recently because all that's there is a couple of t-shirts and...

He picks up one of your socks as it lays at the very top of the little pile, slightly damp but still plush and soft, a little sprig of lavender embroidered near the top by the Nike logo.

Just knowing you'd worn it makes his dick twitch and though it's a couple of sizes smaller than some of the socks Steve's used for the very same purpose, he guessed it'll be a tight fit but possible.

Quietly shuffling back into your your bed, Steve's quick to pull the waistband of his sweats below his cock and his ass.

He spits into his hand to slick it up and down his length, finding even more embroidered items neatly spread in every corner of your room -- a row of sunflowers running up your curtains, fuchsia colored tulips on your blanket, daisies on the robe you've left folded over your desk chair.

He thinks himself rotten for doing this. Using something of yours to help get him off. Especially something of yours which you'd gone through the trouble of making look nicer.

Although, if he's being completely honest, knowing that kind of makes him want to do it so much more.

To corrupt. To taint. To claim.

Steve gently, but with a sense of urgency, pulls your sock over his length. Groaning, he guessed right about it being a tight fit but that just makes the sensation all the better.

The slippery slick fibers makes him think of your mouth - your pretty lips when you're both outside, trying to beat the heat with a couple of cherry popsicles. Your red tongue always wrapped around the sweet treat in a way that Steve could never do but watching you suck at it and take it in inch by inch down to the bottom was just as good to watch too.

There was no dry chafing as he kept at it, precum soaking into the cotton too to help keep things wet and glide his cock through. Looking up at the ceiling he thinks of you on top of him. What he'd give to watch your tits bounce in front of his face, to hear the springs beneath your mattress groan and strain the harder you bounced on his cock.

"Oh Jesus, fuck", eyes squeezing shut. At this point he knows he's getting close, and all wants to think about before he cums is you coming out of your bathroom, draped in your bathrobe. The black satin one, although if you were emerge in that thick baby blue one you seem to favor you'd get no complaints from Steve about it.

His hand pumps harder and harder, picturing you undoing the sash from around your waist, pulling it open and letting it fall to the floor and pile there. The little pink Dahlia you'd stitched into it still visible where it sits on the floor.

"No clothes, no covers", Steve recalls you saying and that's exactly how he pictures you, draping himself over your nude body, touching and kissing you all over. Surrounded by the scent of you, pressing his nose to your pillow. He wants to know what you smell like if you were to let him bring his face between your legs. The soft scratch of your bush tickling his nose, the warm tangy slick collecting on his tongue as he runs it up between your folds, never forgetting to kiss your clit before he sucks it.

And that's what does it. Hips twitching, toes curling, eyes so close to rolling back into his head. Steve empties himself into the sock, filling it with the thick, sticky cum he'd much rather pump into you if you'd ever let him.

"Well, thanks for cleaning up Stevie"

He shoots up in your bed, horrified at being found out like this -- for fuck sake he's even still got your soiled sock fitted over his cock.

"I didn't hear the door open..." he wants to crawl out of his own skin and slip into somebody else'. Literally anyone else who isn't him would do.

"Oh don't worry about that. I caught an eyeful peeping through the keyhole." you walk over in your cotton shorts and t-shirt.

"So, what were you thinking about"? you cock your head to the side all inquisitive.

something about the way you're composing yourself tells Steve that you're neither mad nor trying to embarrass him. So there's no point lying at this stage is there?

"You", he admits shamefully. Like a puppy who'd chewed up the furniture.

"Oh yeah?", you inch closer to him, eyes dropping for a second to get a look at his limp cock still stuffed to the brim inside your sock.

"Would you like to feel the real thing? if your friend isn't too tired to come out and play that is", you wink at Steve who can only look back at you with his mouth agape.

"Yea-Ye-sur-yup. Yeah, I can do that", he sputters, cock already turning stiff again.

"Good, now lets get this thing off", you carefully peel the sticky sock off of his cock, stringy blobs of cum left behind.

"Wow, that's a lot. Have you always cum this much?", you ask with amazement, collecting some of it onto the pad of you index finger before rubbing it against your thumb. So slippery. still warm. so tempting to suck it right off your fingers.

"Only when I think of you", Steve confesses with a smile and it makes you feel ecstatic to hear it.

"Okay. Prove it", you grin, challenging him. Jumping on to Steve's lap where you can feel his dick already springing up again.

"Oh, you're really in for it now", he grins back, determined to leave you so sticky that you'll both need another shower to wash it all off again.

---

Morning comes, sunlight pouring in from between the curtains and he finds himself alone in your bed, alarm bells about to ring when he sits up to find you busy at your desk.

"Morning", You smile at him and it makes Steve feel a little silly for thinking you might have walked out on him.

"What you got there?" he tries to peer at the desk and you swivel your chair towards him, holding up a black t-shirt Steve recognizes as his own.

"Like it?" you look at him hopefully, finger tapping at the pocket on the left.

His heart begins to cartwheel, doing all kinds of gymnastics in his ribcage when we sees it. A bunch of powdery blue hydrangeas looking like they're emerging from inside his pocket.

"it's beautiful", he tells you honestly, pulling on his boxers to join you at your desk, running his thumb along the pretty stitching.

"So...would you mind if I made one to match?" you ponder cautiously, afraid it's too soon. Afraid of scaring him off.

"Yeah? you want everyone to know you're my girl?", he grins right in your face, his nose brushing yours. Exactly the opposite of what you'd feared.

The butterflies in your stomach delight in being referred to as his girl, a whirlwind of them fluttering their wings wildly.

"Mm...maybe I'll just stitch your mouth closed instead", you sass him just for fun rather than inflate his ego.

"Hm...but then I wouldn't be able to eat your pussy the way you like it", he counters easily.

That makes your face feels warmer and warmer, like you'd been standing out in a sunbeam without an umbrella.

"Fine. Wouldn't want a perfectly good mouth go to waste", you shrug.

"But one wrong move and it's the needle for you, Harrington", you point the sharp end at him, blue thread still looped through the other end. Your threat merely jest and nothing more.

"I'd be happy even if one day you decide you'd like to stitch us together". he says plainly. Not at all like the other remarks when it was more than clear that he was joking with you.

It shakes you for a fraction of a moment but the corners of your mouth pick up into an enamored smile. There's a big difference between wanting to be with someone and wanting to be attached to someone. You know he doesn't mean it in the literal sense but fucking hell, do you love the sound of it. To share the same blood coursing through your veins, to share the same flesh, to share the same scars once the stitches dissolve away.

No one without the other.

"Okay", you lean forward to press your lips to his. "That can be arranged".

[wanders-in-wonderland]

Paid and Played

The sound of her sobs of pleasure are etched into my very soul. When I close my eyes, I can see her bound body, writhing, shaking, breaking under unfathomable pleasure. She’s been burned into my soul and now I own her.

My pretty girl was a bit of an impulse buy. A very, very expensive purchase seeing as I wasn’t expecting to jump into a bidding war but something inside of me just needed to have her when she came onto screen during the auction. And I’ve never been someone who tolerated being denied what I need.

It was easy enough to arrange her transportation to me. I would’ve gone to pick her up myself but that would’ve wasted precious time and I couldn’t stand to wait any longer to play with my new toy. She’ll learn to be so grateful to be owned by someone like me, someone with the means to buy her the very best things.

And I’ve already begun to spoil my girl. After finalizing my purchase, my next course of action was to buy the very best accessories for her. The most beautiful collar, welded onto her neck by an expert I paid to ask no questions, the purest titanium piercings for her precious little clit and nipples, all of which is going to let me completely remold her brain into my perfect girl. Everything was seamlessly done with no delays. It’s amazing what money can get when you know how to use it.

And now, she’s finally here, still drugged unconscious from her procedures and her travel but in my grasp. She’s even more beautiful in person, her face relaxed in sleep and body soft and warm, accented by the special bits of jewelry that make her explicitly mine. She’s finally where she belongs, splayed across my bed, looking like a goddess. I have every intention to keeping every single inch of her to myself.

I can barely contain my excitement as I wait for my girl to wake up. I settle onto the bed next to her, running gentle fingers across her skin and watching the goosebumps erupt on her flesh in response to my touch. I can’t stop myself from letting my fingers dance across her pretty tits, flicking across her nipples softly. The tightening of her nipples makes my mouth water and I can’t hold back from letting my fingers pinch and pull gently. The sleek metal bar running through each nipple is beautiful against her skin and I can’t wait for her to be awake and responsive to all her new adornments. Only the best for my pet.

My eyes take in her prone form and I see the matching metal piercing on her pretty little clit. An idea pops into my head and I can’t stop myself from moving to situate myself in between her thighs, my gaze fixed on her pussy. I grip her legs and fold them back against her chest, the position showing off her cunt to my hungry gaze.

“Fuck, look at you, pretty girl. All mine for the taking,” I groan before I lean down and run my tongue gently against her soft pussy. I press a kiss against her new piercing and draw the cold metal into my mouth along with her cute clit. Her breathing hitches as the sensation permeates her drugged mind. I let my tongue trace the metal, the taste of her growing arousal making my mouth water. Fuck, she tastes so fucking good. I lose myself in her cunt, my hands keeping her legs spread and splayed open for me.

I hear her shaky breathing quicken and her legs start to tremble in my hands. She’s close and I intensify my actions, determined to wake my girl up with an onslaught of pleasure so she knows exactly how I’ll be treating her. I hear a soft whine come from her and glance up to see her brow scrunch as she blinks her eyes open in shock.

My grip on her tightens and I watch as fear and panic overtakes her features before I press my lips against her clit and suck hard. Her mouth opens in a cry as pleasure overtakes her senses and her cunt squirts her release onto my tongue, back arching against the bed.

She’s panting softly and letting out little whimpers when I finally let her clit go, the metal of her piercing glistening with wetness and her pussy leaking onto the sheets. I sit up but keep a strong grip on her in case she gets any ideas about bolting.

She’s trembling slightly under my hands and my eyes meet hers. She’s so beautiful like this, splayed out underneath me, pleasure raw in her eyes. I smile, “Hi pretty girl. Welcome home.”

Her eyes widen and I hear her voice for the first time. “Please, please let me go,” she begs, her eyes gazing into mine imploringly. Her voice sends shivers down my spine and I want to close my eyes to bask in it.

I smirk and lean down, caging her into the bed with my arms. “Can’t do that, you’re too expensive of a toy to throw away,” my voice sounds raw and rough, filled with dark promises and desire.

She flinches at my words, her eyes going hazy for a moment, remembering the events of the auction. She shakes herself out of it and meets my eyes again. “What are you going to do to me?” Her voice trembles a little and I can see the fear in her eyes. It makes me immediately want to soothe it.

One of my hands comes up to cup her cheek and I frown when she shies away from my touch. “Don’t be scared, pretty girl. You’re mine now and I’m going to treat you so well, you’ll see,” I promise, stroking her cheek gently.

She whimpers, “Please, I don’t want this. I don’t want to be here.” I coo softly at her, “It’s okay, pretty girl, you’ll learn that this is exactly where you belong, right here by my side. Forever.”

I lean down and press my lips to hers, capturing her mouth in a loving kiss. She fights me at first but settles when my hand wraps around her throat in warning. I dominate her mouth, feeling her pulse jump under my grip.

I groan against her lips, she’s so fucking perfect underneath me like this. I pull away and smirk down at her, taking in her hazy eyes and swollen lips. She looks so good like this. I can’t resist one more quick kiss before I lean back.

“Come on,” I say, standing up from the bed and lightly pulling her towards me. I slide my hands underneath her body and pick her up easily, cradling her in my arms. She’s being so good for me, I’m so proud of her.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, pretty girl,” I say, walking us into my bedroom’s connected bathroom. She looks so scared under the bright lights of the bathroom, her eyes darting around the space. I set her down on her feet in front of the large mirror and keep one arm wrapped around her midsection, pressing her back to my front.

I take a moment to savor the feeling of her small body against mine and it makes me a little feral to see our size difference. I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Look at us, pretty girl. This is where you belong, with me. And look,” I smile, letting my hands trail to her piercings, “I bought you presents.”

Her eyes take stock of the new jewelry on her body and they widen in shock. “What, what did you do to me?” Her voice is strangled with despair. Her hands come up pull at the collar on her neck before going to touch her nipple piercings and she whimpers, her eyes filling with tears.

“Don’t cry, pretty girl,” I coo, “Don’t these look so good? Pretty things for my pretty girl.” I tap her collar lightly and run my hands between her legs and flick the piercing on her clit that she hasn’t yet fully realized yet. The movement makes her let out a choked moan that ends in a sob when the full realization sinks into her head.

Tears are falling from her eyes as she whimpers, “No, no, no, I never wanted this.” Her sobs feel like stabs into my heart, I can’t stand the fact that my girl is sad.

My arms band around her tightly and I press her against my body comfortingly. “It’s okay, love, you’ll like them, I promise. I know what’s best for you, don’t cry,” I murmur softly. Her tears don’t seem to slow and it makes me frown.

I turn her around and let her sob into my chest, soothing her with soft touches and gentle words until she eventually seems to cry herself out of tears.

“You’ll understand eventually,” I murmur, hugging her tight. She quiets down to small whimpers and I press soft kisses to the top of her head.

“Come on pretty girl, let’s get you cleaned up,” I lead her into the shower gently and turn on the hot water, letting steam fill the space around us. She’s listless and limp, her eyes gazing unseeingly around us.

I take my time washing her, my hands gentle as I lather her soft hair with expensive shampoo and then conditioner before moving on to soap her body. She so good for me, letting me move her around the shower to wash off any trace of her tears. I wash myself quickly while she stands underneath the spray of hot water, her gorgeous body slick and warm. I almost want to bend her over and fuck her right here and right now but I stop myself. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.

When we’re both clean, I shut off the water and step out of the shower to grab a big fluffy towel. I lead her gently out, wrapping her in the towel and softly patting her skin dry. She’s so good, she doesn’t fight me at all.

I make sure she’s all wrapped up before turning to grab a towel for myself, drying myself quickly and efficiently. I grab her hand and lead her back into the bedroom, pulling her towards the bed. Seeing our bed seems to startle panic back into her and I see her eyes widen and she shakes her head.

“No, please, please, let me go,” her voice is desperate as she pleads with me, trying to plant her feet to keep me from leading her to the bed. I raise an eyebrow at her, “Darling, don’t be scared, you know I’d never hurt you,” I say soothingly.

My words don’t seem to calm her and she shakes her head harder. “Please, please, let me go,” her voice breaking. I loosen my grip on her hand, intending to scoop her up in my arms when she shoves me, hard.

Her shove surprises me enough for let her slip out of my arms and she takes advantage of my lapse to bolt out the door. I let out an incredulous laugh and shake my head, I guess my girl’s a little feisty. I don’t bother chasing her down, knowing that every single exit to the house is locked and she has no where to run. Plus, I have an extra insurance policy.

Suddenly, I hear a scream and the sound of a body hitting the floor. I smirk, turning to grab my phone from the nightstand before I follow the noise. I find her down the hall, crumpled on the floor, body shaking and trembling. I let out a disappointed sound as I walk towards her, “Pretty girl, you didn’t even make it downstairs. Did something stop you?” I taunt, smirking at her shuddering body.

I walk up to her and squat next to her collapsed body, “Did that hurt?” I purr, my hand coming to wrap around her arm tightly. She whimpers, her breath still unsteady.

“I guess you found out the hard way that your new jewelry has a purpose beyond just looking pretty,” I smirk. “Your pretty piercings and that collar, they’re all programmed to deliver varying degrees of electricity to your sensitive little body. I can make you scream in pleasure or pain whenever I want, with the touch of a button.” I wave my phone mockingly at her before pressing a button on my screen that sends a mild shock through her. It makes her let out a little wail even though it’s nowhere as painful as the shock that took her down initially.

“The extra bit of programming that took you down was something I built in myself. It delivers a debilitating shock to your neck, nipples, and that precious little clit if you get more than 100 feet away from me.” I smile at her, taking in her wild eyes and trembling frame, “But I guess you learned that the hard way.”

I pet her hair softly, “Did that hurt, pretty girl?” She doesn’t respond to me, still shuddering and crying. I scoop her limp body up in my arms and walk us back to the bedroom. This time, I set her onto the bed and settle in with her.

I pull her body against mine and press a soft kiss to her head. “You poor, poor sweet thing,” I murmur, voice dripping with faux sympathy. “You still don’t understand? I own you now. Now and forever…”

She shudders, quiet sobs making her entire body shake. “Why are you so sad, pretty girl? I’ll be so good to you, buy you anything you want, make you feel so good.” I stroke her back softly. “I know you liked what they did at the auction, I can make you feel like that all the time.”

I can’t stop the wicked grin that takes over my face when I fiddle with my phone again, changing a couple settings on the controls. The effect on her is instantaneous, a desperate little cry as her eyes shoot to meet mine.

I laugh and wrap my arms more securely around her body, “Feels good huh? See? If you’re a good girl, you can feel like this all the time, all those sensations directly on your sensitive little clit and nipples.”

“No, please stop, please!” Her voice is shaking as she pushes at me weakly. I run my hands up and down her body, raking my nails across her soft, smooth skin gently. I’ve set the programming to a variety of different pulses, each maintained at an intensity that forces the pleasure to the forefront of her very being.

I can only imagine how overwhelming it all feels, the earlier shock she got from running probably pushed her sensitivity levels to the max, every single sensation now dancing across her already frayed nerves.

I can tell exactly when every shock is delivered to her body by the way she shudders. I tangle my hand in her soft hair and pull harshly, forcing her eyes to meet my own. She has tears streaming down her face as she lets out desperate little sobs.

“Please, please, please stop!” Her voice desperate. I shake my head, “Oh no, pretty girl. I know you like this, I know your pretty pussy is dripping wet for me right now.”

I slide my hand down to her core and groan low in my throat when I feel how fucking hot and drenched her cunt is. Two fingers slide in effortlessly and I can feel the pulsing of her cunt in time with the electricity. I curl upwards to press against her g-spot and I feel her shatter in my arms.

The sob that rips out of her throat is devastatingly delicious. I watch her eyes roll and her entire world narrows to the pleasure shooting through her body. I take that moment to increase the voltage, driving her higher in her orgasm and forcing her into a world of painful pleasure.

There’s no way for her to fight the sensations. The electricity is delivered directly to her clit and nipples, and no amount of struggling, writhing, or touching can make it stop. I don’t need a single restraint on her body to make her submit and there is nothing she can do to fight back. Her body, while physically unbound, is entirely shackled to my will and she has nothing to use against me other than the pleas that spill from her lips like a mantra.

She’s noticed that even after her forced orgasm, the stimulation isn’t stopping. She’s gripping my arm so tightly as her body shudders again and again, so overstimulated that she can barely string together words to beg me. She’s so beautiful like this, uninhibited, desperate, sobbing by my own design.

I lean down and lay gentle kisses along her neck, letting my tongue taste her skin. I groan softly and pull her tighter against my chest, her body shuddering against mine.

“That’s it, pretty girl, just take it for me. You’re doing so well, just like that, feeling so good for me. Keep cumming for me, sweet thing, this is for your own good. Pretty girls like you need to learn that they have to listen to their owners.”

I talk her through her every orgasm, bumping up the stimulation every once in a while to keep her mind locked in a haze of pleasured pain. She’s stopped struggling against me after her fourth orgasm, her body going limp as the sensations overwhelmed her. After her sixth, she went nonverbal, begging replaced by quiet whines and whimpers. At her tenth, she passes out and I finally turn the stimulation off.

I’m gentle as I move her body around on the bed so she’s laying comfortably. Tear tracks are evident on her pretty face and her pussy and inner thighs are a dripping mess. I slip off the bed and come back with a warm towel to clean her up before pulling her into my arms.

I press a soft kiss to her forehead before tucking her close and closing my eyes. Maybe when she wakes up, she’ll have a better attitude about her reality.

Note: AHHH PAY TO PLAY PART TWO IS OFFICIALLY HERE! This installment is from the buyer’s perspective teehee I hope y'all like this as a continuation, I had such a hard time deciding where I wanted to take this story so I hope it delivers!

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I love Aemond x niece!reader with breeding kink

���️: SMUT CONTENT. female!reader, Targcest (uncle/niece), breeding kink, missionary position, breastfeeding kink, lactation kink, underage sex (no specific mention of reader's age tho), underage pregnancy, reader is Jacaerys' twin, past Jacaerys Velaryon/reader, twin brother/twin sister incest referenced, minor Jacaerys Velaryon/Baela Targaryen, minor Lucerys Velaryon/Rhaena Targaryen, cousin incest referenced, reader has dark hair.

"Open your legs wider for me, sweet niece..." Aemond ordered hoarsely as he spat on his own palm and rubbed it on his cock to make it slick.

The prince watched you obey him without even blinking, just biting your lips and waiting to feel him inside you for the first time. Even though your lack of maidenhead was something that left his mind full of dark thoughts, Aemond felt like he was claiming a dragon once again. A dragon that already had a previous rider before him.

You were supposed to marry your twin brother Jace. It was a promise that he had made to you since childhood. However, the boy did not argue against your mother's wishes to betroth him to your cousin Baela, a poor excuse to try to appease all the disagreements that the revelation about Lucerys as Corlys' heir had brought between the families.

Aemond had seen your sad and frustrated face when everybody toasted Jacaerys' and Baela's betrothal, and also Lucerys' and Rhaena's betrothal. You were being left behind, no future marriage planned yet.

After the sudden, physical fight between your uncles and your brothers during the supper, Aemond noticed your gaze changing from shock to interest. He realized he could have his little niece in the palm of his hand if he wanted.

And he wanted it so badly, he always had.

"F-Fuck... This cunt feels fucking tight." Aemond growled to himself, taking a deep breath and holding both of your calves in that position to keep you from moving as he thrust inside, little by little, each inch that entered making you tremble with pleasure.

"It feels so good, uncle..." Your whine made Aemond smirk, starting to really fuck you, the movements of his hips so rough that his chambers filled with the sounds of slapping skins.

Aemond released his grip around one of your calves, moving his now free hand to your chest, squeezing the soft flesh. His imagination ran wild, picturing what it would be like to see those beautiful breasts growing heavy and full of milk if he got you pregnant.

Rhaenyra would probably want to kill him for breeding her precious little daughter. Jacaerys and Lucerys would be angry and disappointed with their sister. Alicent would be disgusted by the fact that her dearest son had fucked a filthy bastard.

Aemond did not care about the consequences, though. He wanted to breed you with his seed, to cum deeply inside your womb, so that after nine moons the entire realm would know that you were carrying his children.

Your uncle, whose eye Lucerys had gouged out when they were kids, would be the same man who would be “forced” by the family to marry you before the Court noticed the growth of your belly. He would be the same man who would drink your breast milk as the pregnancy progressed. The same man who would enter the birthing room to meet the newborn twins, a little girl with silver hair like his and a little boy with dark hair like yours.

[merakiui]

Okay Azul who manages to secure you as his girlfriend after all his calculated efforts. You date for awhile but Azul is confused cause you seem frustrated with him recently. Especially when he walks you home and leaves with just a polite peck on the cheek. He vents this to the Leech twins who have a laugh at his expense.

"She wants you to fuck her boss~"

Fuck? Fuck?! As in SEX? MATING?! They've been dating only a few months surely you... okay apparently humans were more casual about this thing than merfolk were! His face is burning red thinking about it, sure he learned about his new reproductive organs in human boot camp but he never really considered... he composes himself, he doesn't want to loose you so he does what he does best, he researches!

Cut to Azul watching human porn for hours on end. At first he's covering his face with how flustered he is watching then he becomes morbidly intrigued branching out into kinks and- HUMANS WERE ONTO TENTACLES?! Why has no one told him about this?! He sits stewing with ideas on what to do with this new information.

His search history becomes like:

"Do human males have to pee after sex or is that just women?"

"Best foreplay techniques"

"What is cunnalingus?"

"Contraceptive items for human males"

"What penis sizes do XL condoms fit?"

"What penis sizes do L condoms fit?"

"What sizes do M condoms fit?"

The culmination if his research has him rutting against a pile of pillows he's pretending is you. He's also walking home from the store with a bag full of grapefruits for... practice. Increasing his endurance, timing himself to see how long he can fuck into an onahole without Cumming: 2min , 5min, 10 min...

When the day comes, he wants to be ready for you! He wants to melt your brain in his human form so you never even think of leaving him! And then after that... well maybe you can explore this tentacle kink he's heard so much about.

Omg these thoughts are so perfect!!!!! I love Azul doing an absurd amount of research and preparation hehe. All of those hours spent researching, only to fall apart the minute you’re underneath him and he’s pushing inside and,,, fuck. T_T he’s the one melting; it’s too much. He’s falling apart so pathetically. This position is so intimate and you’ve wrapped your legs around him,, and you’re looking at him with your beautiful eyes, a patient smile on your face. It was different when it was the onahole and he was edging himself, but now that you’re here and so close it’s much harder to keep his composure. Your body is pressed against his, and he can smell you and feel your warmth with this proximity.

He managed to slide the condom on without any blunders. Although his hands were shaking, they settled when you grabbed hold of them and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 🥺🥺 he’s honored to be your boyfriend. You truly are a dream come true for him.

Azul who is so overwhelmed from every sensation, emotional and physical, that he inks in human form. >_< oh, he’s MORTIFIED. Ink dribbling out of his mouth and he’s panicking because this is definitely going to throw off the mood!!! He’s kicking himself internally. He should’ve researched more. Prepared more!! Clearly he wasn’t ready. He’s going to let you down and then maybe you’ll break up with him from the disappointment and then—

But all those self-deprecating thoughts are cut short when you cup his face in your hands and bring his mouth to yours, kissing his inky lips to taste it for yourself. >:) and just like that he’s gone. Blacking out from the best orgasm of his life. OTL

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saddle up

jason todd x fem reader | smut | cowboy au | 3.7k words

notes; gets a little lazy at the end cause i got sick of having it sit in my notes app, was supposed to be a small Drabble but.. yeah, and check out my other work! (if u want to)

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he had been trying to lay low, trying to find a way to stay near the ever growing and bustling city without making a new name for himself.

the bounty he had obtained wasn’t much to dwell about. but he wasn’t too keen to get back to his operations until it was cleared.

another factor, he needed a back-up place, somewhere to hide when things were too risky, or if someone where to go knocking asking about ‘red mask’

and well, he hadn’t meant to find it, he had just been strolling through the growing city. his eyes had flickered around noting all the law that hung in every crevice.

and then, he saw it. a flyer, for some ranch not that far from here. yes, it was still a way ways out but it was close enough to keep him keen.

he had rested his hands into his belt, fingers wrapping around the worn leather as he leaned forward, lips pulling into a puff as his eyes lazily skimmed every word.

some ranch needs extra help, the pay ain’t too horrible, they offer living and if you got no experience they’ll train you. His lips curl into a smirk and he rips it off the lamppost.

after all, he didn’t need any competition, and everyone in this city needed a new dollar here and there. his boots smack against the concrete as he continued his walk, it was getting far too dark to appear at their ranch now.

but next morning, he’d be determined.

even if it wasn’t just some handy thing for cash or even a place to lie down until his bounty washes over, it was still a damn good deal.

—

when morning came he was already on his horse, in-fact he’s been on his horse since before the sun began rising. the misty air could be smelt, a morning that was damp in the early hours only to become gruelling heat later on.

birds chipped loudly, the grass remained sticky and wet, glossed over with it’s own residue of water and ice. the sun was the only comfort of some warmth, it lacked for now but with the somewhat cold morning he’d woken to, it was pleasant.

the ranch wasn’t too far, about a fifteen minute ride. however, he decided he wanted to find a way to get there without using the main paths.

after all if he was ever in a sticky situation, the main paths would be a fools mistake. and Jason was taught to never be a fool.

maybe he hadn’t been taught how to be a gunslinger, an outlaw. but people only ever listen to outlaws, the law ain’t doing much except teaching people of the new ways.

and a lot of people, especially the older folk, they don’t like the new ways. it was all just a big mess.

when he finally saw the wooden fences appear he gave a hum, it seemed generations old, maybe made when people first settled here or what not.

the wood wasn’t old, but it sure wasn’t new. he could hear cow’s and some sheep, maybe even some chickens. the same few you’d see on any ranch, out the corner of his eye he noted some horses.

when his horse trotted all the way to the entrance of the ranch he could see some beautiful swivels, an old faded green. it marked the name of the ranch and he gave a nod to himself.

he continued on, eventually pulling up and giving his horse a few pats, maybe some self confidence to himself more than anything.

Jason was never taught how to apply for a job, never taught nothing except how to fend or fight, and as his boots crackled at every step on the porch, he was very aware of those facts.

he rang the bell a few times, trying to position his body to come off relaxed yet not lazy, however with his muscle and height it just became rather awkward.

when the door opened his breath stuttered, he had not once thought about a woman appearing. which spiralled his mind for thinking so lowly.

but here she stood, her fingers tapping against the door as she offered a polite smile, hair decorated into a beautiful up-do that compliments every feature on her face.

her mouth parting to speak only for Jason to hold out his hand and stutter his own words out. “I saw your flyer, need help on the ranch or something like that..”

a chuckle left her, as her hand dropped from the door and she moved to make room for him to step in, as he did he was aware of how homely the place was.

every light was warmly tinted, candles flicked despite night not yet creeping. a dog could be heard yelping from somewhere. there were portraits, paintings, some carpet here and there—although looking a little old.

“Finally” she spoke up, a laugh leaving afterwards. moving to step infront of him and redirect him to wherever she had in mind, Jason was still marvelling at how peaceful the house was.

her heels tapped against the floor, the corset hung around her body and blended so carefully into her dress. “We’d put it up a while ago, but.. we’re growing quite fearful it might not work” she hushed out, only to give a laugh afterwards.

she sat at a table, putting her hand out to motion for him to join.

only for them to get into the interview. the entire time Jason would direct his attention momentarily to something else, weather that be the softness of her palms as she waved them around.

or possibly, it would be the animals chirping from one part of the ranch to the other. eventually, Jason had left with a job, a stomach full of food and a new home to stay at.

weeks would further pass, getting to know his other ranch hands. laying low so perfectly he hadn’t heard nothing about himself even when he stopped into town.

only problem that had raised since it all was, well, your father. he was a nice man, always helping everybody despite the fact age was quickly getting to him.

he’d help with patching up a fence as his words trailed on to talk about your late mother.

but we’ll, the only problem was. if any man were to direct his attention to you for longer than a second, or to drawl a conversation out longer than needed, he made sure to let the men know he wouldn’t think twice about shooting them.

despite those warnings, Jason had taken to watching you. only sometimes, only ever on your morning walks. your eyes were still a little hazy with sleep, your dress fresh and new as it would trail over the path you’d made for yourself.

you’d walk the entire fence line, taking note of some fixes here and there that would be needed, letting the men know to keep an eye or to fix it if it was too bad.

and jason revelled for these moments, keeping an eye at all times to watch. you held a sense of grace, a sense of beauty he hadn’t been gifted.

he dosent truly belive you’d find him as much of a suitor as he does you, he’s too burly. he has muscles that makes many fear, his hands are only good for hurt—never to cradle nor care.

but those early mornings, where the soft wind is only ever slightly present as it whispers through your hair, as your fingers sometimes cradle a cup of some coffee, the smoke wafting over you face as some warming comfort.

you’ll wave a hand to the small group of men, every single one of them saying their own greetings. and once that’s done you retreat back to the house, doing whatever you do in the days.

you’d only had a handful of conversations with jason, the first one being the interview, the other time being when you had a worry about a horse and wanted him to take a look and the most recent being if he could fill up the feed for the sheep.

but oh he graciously laps it up, the soft sing of you voice, the way the light frames your figure like an angel. he hadn’t realised he’d been finding an attraction for you until too late.

maybe it was due to the fact he was often on the ranch now, maybe it was due to the fact he’d never been graced with a woman so delicate. or maybe, you just had that way to soften him.

—

maybe those thoughts, those moments where he watches you— admittedly not very secretly— had sunk deeper than he thought, because for the last few nights now he can’t go to sleep without thoughts of you.

and maybe some nights, those thoughts drift. not too anything scandalous, he dosent want to disrespect you like that.

but he does wonder how a peck to your neck would cause you to react, how a drifting hand over your lower back would make you shiver, would you cast him a look or not?

he refuses to let his thoughts tempt anything other than that.

—

autumn was dwindling to an end and it wouldn’t be long til winter took its place.

the entire farm was being prepped for the lack of materials it’d be able to sell, pounds of food was brought in and placed into the shed, enough for well past winter and into spring.

and you, you’d grown frantic.

having a lot on your plate mainly due to the fact your father was too old now to do much, aswell as too ill.

you’d been running around, trying to keep the house clean and inviting, making sure your father stayed well fed and rested and making sure every ranch hand had a meal.

you’d been nothing but doting as the ranch prepared for snowfall, and jason couldn’t help but admire it.

your hands swift and precise as you saddled up the horses, most men in the ranch were growing ill, sick with the weather as the reason.

due to the fact you were losing men quicker than bees could sting, you were becoming antsy.

most winters weren’t good, anyone could drop ill—or dead— at any moment, the animals were a further priority and you hardly made any money.

it had been easier when your mother was around, when your father wasn’t as old. but now the property’s of the farm were left to you, and whatever ranch hands hadn’t got ill.

that had only been jason and another guy called john.

the first day snow had fallen you were quite upset, mainly because snow wasn’t meant to come for atleast another week.

you’d had ushered Jason in. john hadn’t been able to make it that morning, his pa or whatever reason he’d given.

“Brush that snow off yer boots” you’d called out, the harshest he’d ever heard. he tried not to think about how delicately that tone had made him feel.

he’d done as told, brushing off any and every speck of snow or dust, making sure to keep your floors top notch and clean.

jason sees how hard you put into it after all, how hard you put into everything.

he’d slunk off his jacket, dusted his hands onto his pants —mainly due to how sweaty they were becoming— and hovered over you, waiting for an order.

you looked over at him, hands fidgeting with the ruffles of your skirt and the laces of your corset, before bringing a hand to your forehead.

“I’d send you home but.. you’d be shivering and that’s not quite fair to you” you said, a tired laugh leaving you as your lips raised with an uncertainty.

he waved a hand around as he leaned into the wooden banister, “It’s quite alright.” he said, his voice a drawl as he tried to stay quiet.

when he’d originally applied for the ranch hand job, few months back now, there had been places for him to stay if he needed housing, but a month ago you’d asked for his permission if you could change it to a storage place.

he’d agreed. (mainly to see your smile) and reassured that he had a place to stay, he didn’t.. kind of, he could set up camp most nights, he was used to that.

however, it truly wasn’t a problem. he had bared worse than a winter breeze or snow.

your heels tapped loudly against the ground as your teeth nibbled against your cheek, huffing to yourself in annoyance.

the ranch was somewhat ready for winter but not to its standards, it was too late to try and work on it now though, the snow was already causing its disruptions.

You turned your head his way and offered a smile, he tried not to focus on the fact he felt larger than usual around you.

he’s aware of his statue, of the fact he’s taller than most of the fact most shirts will dwarf just by the size of his forearms alone, but around you, well..

you made him feel double that size, and something about that caused a heat to settle in him, he couldn’t place if that was pleasant or not.

“Could you get some firewood, should be some under the porch” you said, voice a little quieter now as you raised a hopeful eyebrow his way.

in order to get under the porch he had to go back outside, maybe in your mind you’d decided that was a reason to say no, but it was hardly an inconvenience to jason.

you would say bark and he’d bark his throat raw, kneel and he’d bruise his knees til their bloody.

so maybe it had grown into more than he’d realised, or maybe he hadn’t been faced with you in such close quarters for a long enough time for him to realise what it was.

but now he was, and he couldn’t stop it.

He gave a nod, turning around and putting his boots back on and jacket aswell before he made his way under the porch.

by the time he got back you were sitting in the main room, staring at the dwindling fire. jason plopped the wood in, poking it and blowing at it to make sure the fire stayed. the warmth that carried was met with a gracious sigh from you.

he turned his gaze to you, eyes heavy as he took in your frame, only this time he wasn’t as quick to look away, there were no hay bales to move, horses to tend to or a fence to inspect.

instead he was met with your gaze, catching him admiring you. a part of him felt sheepish for that and he looked away, only for you to softly whisper his name.

“I think we need to talk..”

his body was in flames, every nerve possible suddenly awaken. you were going to fire him, maybe you were so disgusted at the fact some ranch hand had looked at you in a way that you were possibly even gonna shoot him.

he tapped his fingers against his thigh,

gave a weighted sigh, and followed you to the table.

the two of you remained quiet, your eyes on his face as he let his gaze drift outside, although he still watched out of the corner of his eye.

“I’m sorry..” he started only for you to cut him off, “You ever been with a woman?”

even if you hadn’t cut his words off he’d be choking on them anyway. he trailed his gaze to you, a ruggish eyebrow tilting upwards as his mouth sat dumbly open.

when no response came from jason you stepped forward, reaching your hand out to trail the bones of his wrist.

he gave a choked out breath, “Not exactly ma’am” he said, voice suddenly wavering. suddenly nervous beyond belief and he’d be embarrassed about it, if it weren’t for the smile you sent his way.

you put both hands flat on his chest and he had to remind himself to stay upright. “What are you doing..” his voice was shaky, caught off guard and unable to believe what was happening.

you pressed your body into his and he had to bite down a long drawn out groan, his fingers digging into his thigh to remind himself to act accordingly—however that is in this situation.

“I see the way you look at me, i see how hard you work too..” you whispered, your hands moving up and down, the warmth of your fingers making his body shiver.

he couldn’t process words, couldn’t process a single thing. he reached a shaky hand out, and planted it in the curve of your waist.

“Look Miss, i ain’t sure what you’re tryna do, but you don’t have to do it..” his face looked down at you, his eyes taking in every piece of you he could, still admiring the beauty even when he’s refusing whatever you’re giving.

You gave a chuckle, pushed him further back causing his knees to buckle and for him to land flat on one of the chairs. one of his palms smacked down onto the dining table, trying to ground himself.

“What if i want you to?” you whispered, your lip slowly captured between your teeth as you stood in-front of him, both of your thighs pressing against his spread legs.

he threw his head back, eyes shut as he struggled to contain a groan. he was trying to hold himself back, not wanting to do anything incase he was misreading it, but you were tempting it all.

he was swiftly brought out of his thoughts when he felt a kiss to his neck, only for you to straddle his lap next. his hands quickly punched to wrap around your hips as he looked at you.

you only smiled back, he bit his lip. but he wasn’t able to stay contained for long, he gave a feral groan as he dove in, kissing at your neck and feeling up your hips all at once.

the pretty little meek moan you have caused his hands to shiver, making him trace his tongue over that sweet spot right under your jaw.

you were making quick work of your corset as he did the same with his vest. as soon as your corset fell off he was quick to unbutton the floral shirt you had underneath, his hands quick to grab at any every inch of skin he saw.

he dove his mouth onto your breasts, swirling his tongue right over the nip and looked up at you as you gave a guttural whimper.

the cocky laugh he gave reverberated against your skin, and all he could do was appreciate the sight, your hands grabbing at his forearms, your ass grinding into his bulge, the way your lashes fluttered and your lip wobbled.

you were captivating to jason.

after awhile of petting at each other the two of you had twisted your body to end up over the table, jason’s hands flat on your thighs as his heavy cock hung right over you.

you laid like a beautiful meal, and he couldn’t help but stare down hungrily. “Take me.. Please” you begged and he gave a groan as he dove in once again to kiss you.

your tongues fighting against each other as he stroked at himself, pushing himself in. the shiver you gave had him on a high, but he gave you a few moments to settle.

he wasn’t a cocky man, most of the time, but he knew he had a pretty impressive cock.

Your breath was shaking, wilted out yet so desperate. “I’m good..” you breathed and he nodded, pushing in again, the thrusts starting slow, almost teasing.

he had to pull himself back from slamming into you a few times, with the way you dragged your nails down his body or gave some sweet little sounds that caressed his ear.

but eventually you were practically begging for him to go faster, and he couldn’t hold back. his hips fell forward, meeting you every single time.

he held a hand in your hand, mainly so you wouldn’t smack it against the table, but also to kiss you at any moment he wanted to, and he really wanted to kiss you.

he gave a moan himself when your legs wrapped around him, suffocating himself to you. he slapped a plan onto the table as he leaned down closer to you, digging his head into your neck.

he was panting like a beast, unable to suck up enough air in time. “Goddamn miss.. you feel perfect” he held tight onto your hips.

he licked up your neck, pressed kisses here and there. his thumb dragged down over to your clit to give some teasing petting.

“I tried to never think about it.,” he huffed out. “you’re a lady after all, but.. god, this is perfect” he’d groan, heavy breaths sinking into your skin.

you were jumbling out your own words, curses he’d never heard you say of some praises that left his cock swirling heavy, until eventually you lightly smacked his back, voice high pitched and shaky as you practically screamed. “i’m close.. i’m so close”

just the words alone, the way you said it and the fact it came from you caused him to lurch forward, a heat signalling in his gut as he toyed with your clit.

he kissed you, gulping down all your sounds as the two of you came together. he was cautious to pull himself out.

when the moment had settled, the heat of your skin slowly passed and your breaths grew steady he turned his head to look at you.

offering a smile as he moved to grab your clothes for you, settling them beside where you laid as you looked up at the ceiling,

he moved to search for a washcloth, spending an embarrassing amount of time before eventually finding the cupboard.

however when he got back you were already dressed, he stood there, felling a little dumb as the water dripped down his hand before you gave him a soft smile.

you stepped closer and he remained in place, but when you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to give a feather light kiss, anxiety washed away.

[dantes-jacket]

I’ll love you forever and ever

Dante x fem reader

Author notes: request #8!!! You and Dante have been together for 15 years but never got married because of his financial status. Until one day he keeps getting signs that make him upset, but you’re there to assure him. Fluff and a touch of angst also marriage!! I really love how this turned out!!

You and Dante are out shopping today for random stuff. Well you’re out shopping to get some clothes and other cute things that catch your eyes, Dante just tagged along.

In the 15 long years that you and Dante have been together, he loves going clothes shopping with you. He loves seeing you try on a bunch of different types of clothes and giving him a fashion show. He loves seeing your personality match the clothes you’re wearing. If you’re in something nice like a dress, you walk all elegantly and curtsy. If you’re in jeans and a leather jacket you walk around all cool and mysterious. He thinks it’s adorable and doesn’t want to miss it.

The shopping center you two went to has a big out door fountain area. It’s very pretty and soothing to watch. You and Dante always eat little snacks right by it because it’s a nice view. The store you’re wanting to go to is just past the fountain.

While you’re walking by you see a big set up in front of it. You stop to see what is going on. Dante stops beside you, “Something the matter?”

“I just wanna see what this set up is for.”

You watch as this younger man by the fountain while a group of girls are standing a little bit away and taking photos. The man gets down on one knee and takes something out of his back pocket. The friends turn the girl in the middle around and point to the man telling her to turn around.

The girl turns around and slowly walks to the man. You can see she’s covering her mouth with both hands and crying. Once she gets to him they talk for a minute or two then he’s sliding a ring on her finger. He stands up and spins her around then kisses her.

You and other people who watched clapped for the newly engaged couple. You’ve always loved hearing stories about people getting engaged and making the plans. It’s so exciting and happy. You love all the positive emotions that surrounds it.

After watching you turn back to Dante, “That was cute.”

Dante is looking at the scene, “Yeah it was nice.”

You grab his hand and drag him along, “Okay it’s shopping time! Let’s hurry the store has a sale today.”

Dante laughs at your eagerness, “I’m right behind you baby.”

While you drag Dante to the store he is lost in his thoughts. He saw how happy you were watching that proposal, your eyes shined so brightly. He also remembers all the times you’ve come home from work and talked about your coworkers getting engaged. You have that same light in your eye. How he wishes that light would be because he proposed.

You two have been dating for 15 years but he hasn’t proposed or have you two get married. He wants to throw a grand wedding for you. He wants to see you in a beautiful white dress walking down the aisle to him. He wants to say vows with you in front of everyone so they know how much he loves you. He wants to dance with you in front of everyone to a slow song. He wants to have a custom cake that you two share a big bite of. He wants it all.

But him and his stupid lifestyle can’t afford it. He beats himself up every single day about it because you deserve it. You’ve never once complained or asked questions. You respect him and what he wants. He doesn’t know how he got so lucky. But watching that proposal only sank him into the ground further. That was strike one for today.

You get to the shop and walk in. You’re greeted by a worker, “Welcome in you two! Can I help you with anything?”

“Hi! I was just curious about the dress shopping.” You respond to the nice worker.

“Oh well it’s only our wedding dresses that are on sale this week. Would you like to try them on?”

“Um I don’t know-“

“Come on it’ll be fun! I bet your husband would love to get a reminder of what you looked like on your special day!”

Strike two and three in the same sentence. If words and actions were weapons he’d have three swords sticking out of him. He just keeps getting aggressive reminders about his whole dilemma.

“I guess I could. Maybe it’ll be fun, right Dante?”

Dante doesn’t respond. So when you look over at him he is zoned out. You tug his leather jacket, “Dante?”

That seems to snap him out of whatever he was in, “Oh yeah do whatever you want baby.” He came out a little snippy and he didn’t mean it. He hopes you didn’t catch it.

You’re caught off guard by his tone. He’s been acting weird today and you have no idea why. “Dante are you feeling okay? We can go home if you’re not.”

“Don’t worry about it. Just try on the dresses,” he says while pushing you towards the worker.

The worker leads you back to a little try on space with a couple different dresses.

“So you see one you like?”

You look through the rack of dresses and one catches your eye. It’s a beautiful floral lace dress. It has a lower v cut to show some chest but still keep it mostly covered. The chest has the floral pattern and then on the skirt there’s some vines that run up from the bottom. It’s absolutely breathtaking.

“Can I try this one?”

The worker comes over and jumps up and down, “Yes please! This one keeps getting skipped over and no one ever tries it on.” She grabs the dress of the rack and leads you to the actual dressing area. She turns back to Dante, “I’ll be back out with your bride in no time!”

Dante just gives a curt nod and looks away. What is wrong with him today? Maybe you should have just gone home. You’ll take him home after you try this on.

Dante watches you disappear behind the curtain just hangs his head. He can’t help all the negative emotions swirling in him. He’s so mad at himself. You didn’t even try to correct the girl either. Do you really not care? He bet you does you’re just being nice.

Lost swimming his thoughts he’s snapped out of them by the call of his name. There you’re standing in the middle of the area so you can see every angle of yourself in the dress in the many mirrors circling the room.

His mouth goes dry and every word he knows just disappears from his head. You’re shining, quite literally glowing in that dress. He can’t take it anymore, he wants to give you a wedding. You deserve it.

He stands up and walks over to you. He smiles and holds out his hand. You take it and he holds it above your head indicating for you to twirl. You spin around with a laugh and smile. He can’t help but smile at you. You’re grinning ear to ear. You look so happy. How can he have just kept this from you?

“You look absolutely breathtaking. I just can’t take my eyes off of you.”

That makes your grin even bigger it’s possible, “The dress is so beautiful, I really love it.”

That breaks Dante’s heart, he already knows damn well he can’t afford it. He goes to respond but is cut off by the worker, “Go ahead and have it.”

You turn to face her, “What?”

“Take it. It’s just collecting dust in here and if it doesn’t sell this weekend we are trashing it. I don’t want to see this beautiful dress get destroyed.”

“Wait I have to at least pay for some of it.” You go to grab your purse but are stopped by the worker.

“Really I promise it’s okay. Plus I think your husband wants you to take it. His eyes are shining just as bright as yours.”

You turn to look at Dante who is nervously chuckling now, “I mean how couldn’t I? This dress was made for her.”

You smile at him but you can tell there’s something conflicting laying behind his bright blue eyes. They might by shining but they are also clouded. By what you don’t know.

“Well let’s get you out of the dress so I can box it up for you.” She leads you back to the changing area leaving Dante alone with his thoughts again.

Changing out of the dress and getting it boxed up was quick. Dante takes the box from the worker and thanks her. You two walk out of the store, “Hey let’s go home, trying that on tired me out.”

Dante’s shocked by your change of heart, “Are you sure? You were so excited to go shopping today.”

“Yeah, I’d rather just spent the day with you at home.”

“If you say so…”

You two get back to Devil May Cry and Dante just locks himself in your shared bedroom. Seriously what is going on with him? You decide to let him have some space so he can try and work through whatever is going on. If he’s not back out in an hour you’ll check on him.

You make yourself and little snack and eat in trying to kill time. You watch the clock anxiously and don’t see him come out or even hear a peep come from the bedroom.

You push yourself out the your seat and head up stairs. You knock on the door and get no response, “Dante, can I come in?”

You hear a mumble, “Fine.” You open the door and walk in to see Dante laying by the dress that is laid out on your bed. He’s lying on his stomach looking at the dress. You walk over and sit by him and run a hand through his hair.

“You wanna tell me what’s been bugging you all day?”

He mumbles out his question, “Did you ever dream about getting married?”

“I mean when I was a kid yeah but that was more or so me replacing a princess in a fairy tail. I never really planned or dreamed about mine. Why do you ask?”

“Your eyes shine any time a wedding is brought up. Whether be about the engagement, proposal, the plans, or just anything about them you’re like a kid in a candy store. You look so happy. I can’t help but feel I’m taking away that happiness by not giving you a wedding.”

“Dante baby can you look at me?” You wait for him to turn his head. He does it but slowly. You can see the light drained out of his eyes and him just looking exhausted. You run your thumb over the bottom of his eye to help soothe him.

“You know I’m happy with you right? I have gotten to be with you for 15 years now and I haven’t regretted a second of it. You make every day feel so special and I can’t wait to wake up everyday to see what you’re going to do. I’m so moved by your love for me. You proudly love me and I can’t ask for more. Some people get married and it’s just for the title. Those people wear the rings but that’s doesn’t always mean it’s a symbol of their love.”

You brush the hair that has fallen into his eyes to the side. You then run your fingers down his jawline. “When we walk into a room people know we love each other just by the energy we pour off of us. What more is there to ask for?”

Dante sighs, “I want to have a big ceremony. I want you to walk down that aisle to me in this dress. I’d know I cry the entire time especially during our vows. I want to dance in front of everyone with you. Then I want to share our custom cake. I want all of that and I can’t afford it. I want to give you all of it.”

“I get where you’re coming from but I’d be happy just with signing the papers. I’d even be happy with a paper ring. Don’t feel like you have to make something big just for me. At the end of the day it’s just you and me, that’s all that matters to me. As long as you’re by my side, I’ll be happy.”

Dante is silent for a couple of minutes. He then speaks up, “How about we throw a little celebration. Nothing too crazy but it involves you wearing that dress.”

You smile and run your hands through his hair once again. “I’m all ears.”

“I’ll get the paperwork and bring it to the creek area outside of town we like. I’ll invite Trish, Lady, Nero, and my idiot brother. I’ll bring a pizza and mini cake for us. Knowing Trish she’ll look over everything. Just all I ask is wear that dress.”

You lean down and kiss his forehead, “It sounds perfect. I promise I’ll wear the dress.”

•

The day of the ceremony is here. Everyone is dressed very nice even the boys. They all are wearing suits. You wonder how Dante convinced them to do that, well Vergil. Nero probably didn’t put up a fight.

You see Dante standing at the end of the makeshift aisle and Lady standing behind him. She’s the one overlooking the signing. Vergil is standing behind Dante and Lady is standing on your side. Nero is the one that is going to walk you down the “aisle”.

Nero turns to you, “Whenever you’re ready.” He holds out his elbow and you wrap your arm around his bicep. You two have a pretty short walk but it still is blissful. You feel the dress flowing behind you and an excitement you didn’t know was possible. You look to see Dante true to his word, he’s tearing up watching you walk to him.

You two get at the end and Nero hands you off to Dante. Dante quickly takes your hand and brings it up to his lips, “You look beautiful my love.”

You blush at his compliment, “Thank you.”

You two turn to Trish and she holds a clipboard with the paper on it. But you can tell she wants to make this as close as she can to a real wedding.

“Dante Sparda, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

He squeezes your hand, “I do.”

She then calls your name, “Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

You squeeze his hand back, “I do.”

Trish smirks, “Dante?”

Dante calls out your name and you turn to see a beautiful silver ring with a red gem on it. “Hold out your hand.”

He takes your shaky hand and slides the ring on. He then brings it up to his lips and kisses it. Lady taps your shoulder and holds out a black band for you. You take it from her and turn back to Dante.

“Hand out handsome.” Now he holds out his hand and you slide the band onto his finger. You mimic him by bringing his hand up to your lips and kissing the band.

He clears his throat, “One more thing.”

He grabs a little sheet of paper from his pocket and goes to read it. He starts off by saying your name, “I never knew the moment you walked into my shitty shop 15 years ago that this is where we would end up. We’ve been through so much together and it’s only made our bond and love grow. Growing older with you is such a gift and I’ll treasure it forever. You are the light of my life and I just can’t imagine you not in it. Waking up next to you, seeing you smile, hearing you laugh, having you in my arms or even just seeing your beautiful face always makes me so damn happy. I know it took us awhile to get here but I’m so happy you’re going to be taking my last name and becoming mine even more. So thank you for becoming my wife.” He then says your name but adding Sparda instead of your last name.

You ended up crying by the end of the speech and he goes to wipe your tears, “No tears today baby.”

You just smile and shake your head. “You cried earlier silly.”

He just laughs and grabs the clipboard from Trish. He signs his name at the bottom of the paper and hands it to you. You sign your name next to his. You hand the clipboard back to Trish.

She then says, “You may kiss the bride.” Dante doesn’t waste a second to pull you into a kiss. It’s a tender kiss with exhilarating emotions behind it. It’s not a long kiss but it means most.

You hear claps and cheers from everyone that attended. You pull apart and give each other big smiles. This is definitely going to be one of your favorite memories.

The rest of the night is spent dancing, eating pizza and cake. Everyone enjoys themselves but not as much as you and Dante are.

As it gets later Dante drags you off to where no one can see you two. Once you’re out of sight he pulls you into a bone bruising hug. “I love you,” and says your name with his last name again.

“I love you too Dante and I’m so happy to be your wife.”

@tamashithe2nd

also thank you so much for your kind words in your request!! They were super sweet and I appreciate them so much!! I hope you enjoy this, I really loved this idea 🩵

[blueberrybirdsworld]

Collision 8/20

Summary:

Lando always had a type : blonde, models, not ready to settle down. Yet once he met her, all his world is changed and he slowly start to realises maybe he was wrong all this time.

It's a prequel story of The Cat Distribution System, on how Lando Norris fall in love with Ariana. Could be read seperatly.

Pairing : lando norris x original female character

Genre : Fluff, slow burn, enventual smut and angst

Warning : none

Serie Masterlist

CHAPTER 8 :

Texts messages :  

Lando:  Hi, I hope you sleep well :) So I have an idea Tomorrow. Noon. Wear something casual and comfortable. I’ll pick you up. 

Ariana:  Where are we going? 

Lando:  Surprise. 

Ariana:  Is it loud? 

Lando:  Possibly. 

Ariana:  Dangerous? 

Lando:  …Debatable. 

Ariana:  You’re making me nervous. 

Lando:  Good. See you at twelve, ballerina. 

The next day, Ariana stood just outside her building, dressed in blue large jeans, a pale beige oversized sweater, and her favorite white sneakers. 

She checked the time. 

11:59. 

Then she heard it before she saw it. The purr of an engine, low, velvety, almost feline. She turned toward the sound just as the car pulled up in front of her. 

She blinked. 

Lando stepped out from the driver’s side, sunglasses on, hair tousled, wearing a black hoodie and dark jeans, his grin wide and boyish. 

“Told you it was casual,” he said, gesturing to the car. 

Ariana stared. “Lando…” 

“I know,” he said proudly. “She’s a beauty.” 

She circled the car slowly, fingers trailing just above the paint without touching it. “It looks like it belongs in a museum.” 

“That’s the idea,” he said. “It’s a Lambo Miura” 

Ariana let out a slow breath, clearly impressed. “Okay… it’s stunning.” 

“And it’s ours for the day,” he said, opening the passenger door with a smirk. “Your chariot awaits.” 

She gave him a suspicious glance. “I’m starting to worry about this surprise.” 

“You’ll love it,” he said, offering his hand. “Maybe.” 

The drive was smooth, except when it wasn’t. 

Lando didn’t drive recklessly, he was surprisingly in control but every now and then, he’d press a little harder on the gas just to see her flinch and grab the door handle, laughing at her own reactions. 

“Relax,” he teased. “I’ve got you.” 

“You say that like it’s comforting,” she muttered. 

He looked over, still grinning. “Admit it. You like it.” 

“I’ll admit I like the car.” 

“I’ll take that as a win.” 

When they finally pulled into a lot lined with cones and engine noise, Ariana’s heart dropped. 

Rows of small, aggressive-looking go-karts idled at the far end of a makeshift track. Flags fluttered in the wind. Helmets hung from hooks. Rubber tire barriers stacked around corners. 

Lando turned the engine off and faced her with a grin too wide to be trusted. 

“Surprise.” 

She stared. “Karting?” 

“Yup.” 

“You brought me to drive?” 

He nodded, pleased with himself. “You said you wanted to see my world.” 

“I thought your world involved… like, watching you drive. Not putting me behind the wheel!” 

“It’s safe,” he promised, stepping out and walking around to open her door. “Controlled. Mostly painless.” 

“I hate driving.”

He blinked. “You what?”

“I hate driving,” she repeated, folding her arms. “I don’t even have a license.”

Lando stared at her, jaw slightly dropped. “Wait. Wait—what?”

“I never got it,” she shrugged, unbothered. “Didn’t want to. Don’t like driving. It stresses me out.”

“You’re telling me…” He pointed at her like she’d just committed a crime. “You let me think you were a fully licensed, car-competent adult this whole time?!”

“We barely know each other!” she said, laughing. “You didn’t ask!”

He looked positively betrayed. “This feels like a major breach of trust.”

“I just don’t like driving. I prefer being the passenger,” she said casually, crossing her arms like it was the most normal thing in the world.

“Of course you are. The ultimate passenger princess.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Excuse me?!”

He held his hands up, already laughing. “I didn’t mean it like that! I just mean—like—you’ve got the vibe, you know? You like comfort, good music, someone else doing the work—wait, I’m making it worse, aren’t I?”

“Unbelievably,” she deadpanned, narrowing her eyes at him.

Lando winced. “Okay, okay, let me rephrase.”

She raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

He stepped closer, tilting his head just a little. “What I meant was… you can be my passenger princess. Professionally speaking, it��s a very exclusive role.”

She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hide her smile. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah, but charming,” he said, offering her an helmet. “Admit it.”

She snatched it from his hands. “I’ll admit you’re lucky I didn’t walk away after that comment.”

“Still get in the kart, though,” he grinned.

She eyed the helmet like it was a medieval torture device. “I don’t know about this.” 

He leaned in, eyes warm. “Just one lap. I’ll be right next to you the whole time. You can scream, curse me, cry, whatever. Just try it.” 

She narrowed her eyes. “If I die, it’s on you.” 

“You won’t die.” 

“Not comforting.” 

“You’ll look amazing in the suit,” he added with a wink. 

Ten minutes later, Ariana stood in a full racing suit, red, tailored surprisingly well to her figure and helmet in hand. The boots were clunky, the gloves thick.  

“You look so cool right now,” Lando said, adjusting her helmet strap. 

“I feel like I’m dressed for combat.” 

“You kind of are.” 

He brought her to one of the smaller, beginner-friendly karts. “Okay. Foot pedals: right is gas, left is brake. No clutch. No gear shifts. You steer like a normal car, and that’s it. Think of it like a really fast bumper car.” 

She gave him a flat look. “That is not reassuring.” 

Lando climbed into the kart next to her, already grinning through his helmet. “Ready?” 

“No.” 

“Perfect. Let’s go.” 

The first lap was chaos. 

Ariana’s kart rolled forward slowly, her hands tight on the wheel, her eyes wide with panic. Lando drifted ahead, spinning playfully, yelling back, “You’re doing amazing.” 

“Lando, I swear to God—!” 

She turned a corner, barely, nearly clipping a cone. 

“Just a bit more gas!” he called. “You’re driving like a grandma.” 

“Shut up!” 

He laughed so hard he nearly missed the next turn. 

Despite her panic, despite the protests, despite the few times she almost did crash into the barrier, Ariana finished the lap. 

And then another. 

By the fourth, she wasn’t terrified anymore. 

Still nervous. But not terrified. 

And when she finally pulled into the finish area, her cheeks were flushed pink, her braid coming loose, and her eyes shining behind the helmet. 

She climbed out of the kart with shaky legs, and Lando was waiting for her, helmet off, grinning like a man completely in love with his own prank. 

She handed her helmet to him, breathless. 

“That. Was. Horrible.” 

He smirked. “You survived.” 

“Barely.” 

“You did great.” 

“I hate you.”  

“And yet…” he shrugged. “You came.” 

“I must be out of my mind.” 

He stepped close again, brushing a piece of hair from her cheek. 

“You like my world a little now?” 

She didn’t answer right away. 

“Maybe.” 

“Enough to do it again?” 

“I didn’t say that.” 

He grinned. “You will.” 

And maybe she would. 

Because for someone who hated danger and speed, she’d never felt more alive. 

The drive back from the karting track felt quieter. 

Not in a bad way. Just softer. Ariana was tucked into the passenger seat of the vintage car, legs curled up beneath her, one hand lightly resting near the gear shift, her other elbow leaning on the door as she stared out at the fading golden sky. 

Lando watched her from the corner of his eye. 

“You’re staring,” she said without looking. 

“I can’t help it,” he replied. “I was just re-thinking on how you were a total natural back in the track.” 

“Natural disaster, maybe.” 

He laughed. “I’ve never seen someone brake before every straight line.” 

“I enjoy caution!” 

“Well, I enjoy how you almost crashed into the tire barrier with your eyes closed.” 

“I didn’t close my eyes.” 

“You did.” 

She finally turned to him, eyes narrowed, lips twitching. “You’re lucky I like you, Norris.” 

“Very lucky,” he murmured under his breath. 

They stopped for food, he let her pick, since she was the one who’d nearly had a heart attack on the track.

She chose something cozy: Thai take-out. Spring rolls, warm noodles, coconut curry. Food you could eat on a couch with bare feet and music playing in the background. 

By the time they reached her flat, the sky was ink-dark, and the city had grown quieter. 

She looked at him at the door and, without much ceremony, said, “You’re coming up, right?” 

Lando blinked. “Am I?” 

She tilted her head. “You bought me food. It’s the least I can do.” 

He didn’t need convincing. 

Ariana’s flat was as precise and beautiful as she was. 

Cream walls, soft amber lighting, wooden floors, and books stacked neatly in corners. Her throw pillows were perfectly arranged, and a few candle sat on the side table. There was a record player in the corner, dozens of vinyls organised by color by the side. 

They kicked off their shoes, settled in with the food on her low coffee table, curled against each other on the couch. 

Ariana sat cross-legged, chopsticks in hand, hair loosely tied up now. 

“So,” she said, mouth full of noodles, “I’m plotting my revenge.” 

He raised a brow. “Revenge?” 

“For the public humiliation you subjected me to today. I screamed in front of small children. They laughed, Lando.” 

“You screamed like a cartoon character.” 

“You’ll pay for it.” 

He grinned. “Can’t wait.” 

She nudged his knee with hers. “You’re enjoying this far too much.” 

“I’m enjoying you,” he said easily. 

Her smile faltered, just a little, and then softened into something quieter. “You’re smooth.” 

“I’m honest.” 

They kept eating, sipping warm tea she made in beautiful porcelain cups. The conversation stayed light at first : bad childhood stories, movies they loved, strange foods they hated, until, slowly, things began to shift. 

Lando leaned in, resting one elbow behind her on the couch. Ariana had turned slightly to face him, her ankle brushing his shin, her fingers brushing his when she reached for the spring rolls. 

Neither of them pulled away. 

His eyes dropped to her mouth a few times. She caught him. She didn’t look away. 

And then a thump sounded in the hallway. 

Lando jumped. Ariana didn’t flinch. 

A moment later, something small and cloud-like sauntered around the corner with the kind of slow, imperious grace that said this space is mine. 

Lando blinked. 

A white cat, pure white, fur like silk, tail curled and fluffy, strolled into the room, paused, and stared directly at him with ice-blue eyes like twin moons. 

“Oh,” Ariana said casually, “that’s Aria.” 

“Aria?” he repeated slowly, already shifting slightly away on the couch. 

“My cat,” she said. “Gift from my brother, he names her after me saying we kinda look alike.” 

The cat stared at him. Judging. Silently threatening. 

“She looks like she’s planning something,” Lando whispered, frozen. 

“She always looks like that.” 

“I—okay, not to be dramatic, but I think she hates me.” 

“She doesn’t hate you.” A beat. “She just hates everyone she doesn't know.” 

“That’s not comforting.” 

Ariana laughed, standing to collect their plates. “You’ll survive. Probably.” 

Aria hopped onto the couch the second she stood. And, with horrifying calculation, curled into Lando’s lap. 

He stiffened like someone had just placed a sleeping cobra on his legs. 

“She’s… sitting on me.” 

“Yes, means she likes you.” 

“She’s blinking very slowly. Is that like… a threat?” 

Ariana returned, smiling. “It means she trusts you.” 

“Oh god.” 

He looked down at the cat again, still unsure. She looked up at him with royal indifference, blinked once, and nestled deeper into his lap. 

He cleared his throat. “I’m scared to move.” 

Ariana curled closer, pulling a throw blanket over her. “For the record, she normally doesn’t sit on strangers.” 

He cleared his throat, voice lower now. “For the record… I’m kinda scared of cats.” 

Ariana turned toward him, surprised and then, a small, amused smile curved her lips. “Seriously?” 

“They’re unpredictable,” he said, eyes still on Aria like she might bite at any moment. “They stare at you like they know your deepest fears. And then they pounce. Or leave. Or judge you for breathing too loud.” 

She laughed, a real laugh, full and light. “And yet you let her sit in your lap.” 

“I’m trying to be brave,” he muttered. “For you.” 

Her expression softened instantly. “You don’t have to be brave for me, Lando.” 

“Yeah,” he said, glancing at her now, “but I kind of want to be.” 

She went quiet at that, the smile still on her lips, but something gentler now behind her eyes. Her fingers brushed his arm lightly, grounding. 

“Ariana,” he said softly. 

“Yeah?” 

“Do you want to kiss me again?” 

She didn’t answer. 

She leaned in instead, her hand rising to his neck, her lips brushing his like something remembered. 

This kiss wasn’t like the one at the museum. 

This one was slower… deeper… heavier. 

His hands found her waist instinctively, tugging her closer, until suddenly she was straddling him, her cat long forgotten as her paws thudded to the floor in quiet protest. Her knees bracketed his thighs, her fingers tangled into his curls. He gasped softly against her mouth, and she swallowed the sound like a secret. 

She kissed like she danced: with precision, with purpose, with fire just under the surface. 

They stayed tangled for what felt like forever, mouths learning, hands exploring, until they pulled back, breathless, her forehead resting against his. 

He looked at her. “Ariana.” 

“You can call me Ari.” 

He blinked. “Yeah?” 

She nodded, smiling gently. “All my close friends do.” 

He tilted his head. “Just friends?” 

Her eyes gleamed. “You’re more than that.” 

His hand found her cheek, thumb brushing her jaw. “And only close people call you Ari?” 

“Very close,” she whispered. 

He kissed her again, not rushed, not hungry, just soft and sure. A promise. 

“I feel special,” he murmured. 

“You are,” she said, lips brushing his. “You really are.” 

Behind them, on the armrest, Aria stretched and yawned, unimpressed by romance, but silently approving nonetheless. 

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[futfemfantasies]

Not in this lifetime ~ Alexia Putellas x reader

Five long hours. The flight is only over two hours long, but the delays have dragged that out. It only gets worse when you can't see your bag. The lady at the airline counter says it's still in Heathrow. You internally groan before thanking the staff member. Moving to the taxi rank, you pull out your phone to call Alexia, but it's too late in the night. You get in the Uber and make your way to Alexia's apartment.

You arrive and search around for the spare key. Just as you reach above the door, it swings open to reveal your tall, ridiculously beautiful girlfriend. Her eyes soften, and her shoulders drop as she leans in to give you a tight hug. She pulls away just enough to press the softest kiss to your forehead. You instantly release the breath you've been holding. Alexia pulls you inside and frowns when she notices your lack of luggage. She gently guides you to the couch, holding you close. You tangle up with her, Alexia running her fingers through your hair, occasionally kissing your head. It’s like she’s reassuring you she’s still there.

“How’s London been, mi amor? Still raining?” Alexia asks softly as you turn slightly to look at her. You explain how Mariona and Laia miss Spain, so you make them paella monthly, Kyra’s still a pest, and living with Steph is making you want a dog.

Alexia heats up some leftovers for you, and you push the vegetables around on the plate. As you eat, Alexia notices how quiet you are. She brushes it off, assuming you’re tired, especially since you keep glancing at your backpack by the door, already thinking about leaving in 72 hours. Alexia tries to be present and positive, but your short responses make it hard. She gently suggests going to bed, after the long delays and flight.

You find one of Alexia’s old shirts and a pair of her training shorts, quickly changing before slipping into bed. Alexia locks up, turns off the lights, and walks into the room. Her heart melts at the sight of you curled up in the blankets. She joins you, wrapping her arms around your waist. Your guard finally cracks, and you exhale in relaxation. You’re both awake, lying there, listening to each other's heartbeats in sync.

Suddenly, you whisper, “Will you ever leave me?”

Alexia stiffens behind you, tightening her arms around your waist. She freezes—not because she’s unsure, but because it hurts you’d even ask.

When the silence stretches, you begin to explain. Your exes all promised forever but still left, and you're scared Alexia will too. You slowly turn over, and Alexia cradles your cheek with one hand.

“No. Not in this lifetime. Or in the next, for that matter.”

She senses your doubts still linger. She begins listing every way she loves you—every little detail, every moment that reminds her that you are home to her. She peppers your face with soft forehead kisses as you finally drift off into a comfortable, reassured sleep.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she murmurs. “No club, no career, no time zone can change that.”

The next morning, Alexia slips from bed, quietly tiptoeing downstairs. A soft breeze blows through the kitchen, raising the hairs on the back of her neck. She spots your hoodie draped over the arm of the couch and slips it on, immediately enveloped by your scent. Alexia makes your favorite breakfast and coffee in your favorite cup. Juggling the tray upstairs, she mutters a few curse words in Catalan and you stir awake, smiling at the sound.

The door swings open.

"Bon dia, mi amor! I made your favorite," she says, smiling at you.

You return the smile, charmed by her broken English. She sets the tray in your lap, and you both eat together. Once finished, Alexia whisks the tray away and crawls back into bed beside you. You cuddle into her chest and begin to apologize for being "too much."

Alexia shuts it down instantly. "Loving you is the easiest thing I do."

The end of your short weekend away arrives too soon. You reluctantly get out of bed. Alexia holds you a little tighter; you snuggle a little closer. Your alarm sounds—time to leave. You both get dressed. You steal one of her hoodies, maybe an extra one too. Alexia picks up your backpack and the two of you walk hand-in-hand to the car.

At the gate, Alexia wraps her arms around you from behind while you wait for boarding. No words—just soft kisses on your shoulder and head. When your group is called, you turn in her arms, tears welling in your eyes. She cups your cheeks, thumbs gently grazing your cheekbones.

“I love you. I’ll see you soon,” you whisper.

“Te amo mucho, mi amor. I’ll be right here waiting for you to come home.”

Weeks pass. Both of you are deep into your seasons. The distance wears on you. With no time for visits, FaceTime becomes everything. You call each other whenever you're free. Your Arsenal teammates tease you for being obsessed. Barca calls Alexia needy. You wear her hoodie to sleep. She texts the moment your training ends.

You have a tough game against Chelsea—one that pushes your limits. You head home to the apartment you share with Steph, grabbing takeout along the way. But your mind spirals. What if she gets tired of this? What if the distance changes us?

Later that night, Alexia calls. She immediately knows something’s wrong.

“Hey, look at me. I’m right here. Deep breaths, mi amor.”

Your breathing steadies under her voice.

Alexia offers to read from her journal. She reads the entry she wrote that morning. She misses the way you hum when you brush your teeth. She’s counting down the hours until your next call. Then, she stands and walks to the kitchen, looking at the calendar.

All your games are circled in red and blue.

“Let’s plan something that’s just us. A week. No press. No football. Just you and me.”

You agree. For the first time in weeks, you breathe easily.

A few weeks later, you're curled up on the couch watching a rom-com. Steph is spending the night at Beth’s. There’s a knock at the door—you assume it’s your takeout. But when you open it, there she is. Hair tied back. Suitcase in hand. That smirk that always gets you crying.

You toss the blanket aside and throw yourself into her arms. Eventually, you pull her inside.

That night, lying skin to skin in bed, just holding each other for the first time in months, you whisper, “You really came.”

Alexia smiles, brushing hair from your face. “Always. You never have to be afraid of that again.”

[babydoll372]

Babies Pt.2

Pairings: older!Emily Prentiss x reader

Word count: 1944

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, pregnancy, talks of marriage

“I’m home, I’m home! Don’t do it without me!” Emily called out as she barged through the entrance of your shared bedroom, dropping her things and removing her blazer jacket she wore to work while rushing into the master bathroom where you were washing your hands. You giggled at her mannerisms when her body was right beside you, her hand on your back rubbing softly as you could hear a slight uptake in her breathing.

“I only just peed on it, we have 5 more minutes.” She nodded, grateful you already took the instruction she gave you over text so she wouldn’t have to wait another second to find out the result.

“Did you pee on it like a minute ago or like forty-five seconds ago? Maybe two minutes ago?” You playfully rolled your eyes at her eagerness and wrapped your arms around her waist, a soft sigh coming from her as she rested her chin on your head, kissing the top of your scalp as she inhaled the smell of your shampoo.

“I missed you so much…” She quietly spoke, and you nodded in agreement, your arms squeezing just a bit tighter around her. After a moment you pulled back to look at her, your lips turning up in a grin as did hers.

“You’re so beautiful, Emily. I wish you could see yourself right now.” She glanced over at the mirror beside you two with a teasing smirk and you once again rolled your eyes.

“No, I mean- like, in my eyes. I wish you could see yourself from my point of view right now, zero imperfections, absolutely gorgeous eyes I could look at forever, and that hair - I’m never getting over your hair, Em.” She laughed quietly at your obsession while you reached out to feel her strands, humming softly under your breath as you placed them behind her ears with your pointer fingers.

“You’re too good to me, sweetheart, I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” Emily caught your hand as she spoke, kissing the back of it and leaving her lips lingering as she stared into your eyes, occasionally glancing down at your lips as if she was fifty again and you were breaching twenty-five, and she was so nervous to ask you out in case you rejected her. At the time, she was absolutely lovesick - her first ever true experience of that emotion, and now she can confirm it never disappears with the right person. 

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” You didn’t answer verbally but your short nod was good enough for her, and she captured your lips in a soft, soothing moment. The two of you gently swayed back and forth, almost not at all, your bodies touching closely. One of her hands was on your lower back closer to your hip with the other was interlaced with your hand in the air still, her peck still resigning with the skin of that limb. The only time you two pulled back was when your phone alarm went off, to which she originally tried to shut it off without looking to not disrupt the moment, only to remember what it was for. She pulled back with wide eyes, licking her lips to get her last taste of you before hopefully changing your relationship forever. It had now been a full month of trying for a baby, for a vessel of life shared between you two. She needed it, and she needed it to come sooner than later.

“You ready to look?” She didn’t tear her eyes away from you no matter how tempting, this moment needed to happen together. 

“I’m ready if you are.” Emily quickly glanced at the test and grabbed it from the clean side, making sure to have not checked the result. You both closed your eyes and counted down from three, and once you hit the end of one, she flipped it over and you both looked.

“Positive…I-it’s positive, Y/N.” Her face was white in shock, but her heart beat with joy and excitement as she grabbed the second test and flipped it over on the count of three, not bothering to even close your eyes which were bulging with emotions. Another positive.

“W-we’re having a baby…? We’re actually having…a baby…” You spoke quietly, and Emily slowly looked at you to see how you reacted. She knew you agreed to this, but she also knew you were hesitant at first and she didn’t want you to take this back at the wrong moment. At the end of the day, it was entirely your choice and she respected it. If you didn’t want this baby, she wouldn’t be having one with you, and she would not get to witness you carrying her child. 

“And you still want this, right? Please tell me you still want a baby with me…” You turned to face her with tears in your eyes and she placed the test down, immediately being engulfed in a large hug from your side. She sighed in relief and held you close, letting your tears soak her shoulder.

“I’m sorry for scaring you, it was just so- eye-opening! There’s a literal baby inside of me right now, even if small, there’s one in me! And the best part of all is that it’s yours and we get to raise this baby together, boy or girl, or both, we get to be mommies together.” You had a large smile spread across your face, the most beautiful she had ever seen, and she wished she could capture this moment in more than just her mind. 

Throughout the pregnancy, Emily was very keen on being the best mother she could be to your growing fetus. You received multiple deliveries a week for new things - in the beginning, it was mainly books for her to study, and a bunch of massaging tools for me. However, once it got to the second trimester she immediately started building and getting everything in place. Her coworkers would come over to help work on the nursery, and you both decided on going for a neutral yellow on the walls just in case, and she would never let you even hand her a tool. You could watch and cheer them on from a distance, but she couldn’t let you or the baby accidentally get hurt. Every appointment was scheduled with a distant advance so she could either leave work early or head in late so that she would be there the entire time with you. She didn’t want you to think she would be absent because of her job, she had already wasted most of her life on work when she was meant to be starting one. 

There was no coffee, no alcohol, no foreign and unhealthy habitual items in the house that could harm the child - that was what you found the morning after you found out about the pregnancy. Emily had a routine of picking up a cigarette every now and then which you urged her not to do, but the moment the baby came into play she couldn’t even look at them the same, she only imagined how disappointed she’d be if she found her child doing the same thing she did. 

Every night she got home at a reasonable time, she had quite a lot of money saved up and realized she could step back on a few hours. Yes, it was hard to let go of her workaholic life, but once again she thought of the day she’d come home to her child barely recognizing her, not even wanting to speak to her and you tiredly trying to work the dispute out for them. Her hours became 8:00 AM to 5:00 PM, Monday through Friday, which was surprisingly a lot better than it used to be. She instantly requested to not travel for cases anymore which the BAU granted since she was allowed paternity advantages until the child was born. 

After a long day, she’d come home and instantly start making dinner for you, she didn’t want you nor the baby to go hungry but she also didn’t want you to have to put in much effort to cook when you had other priorities, ensuring the baby and you were healthy. She had set meal plans for you throughout the day, reading up on every nutritional factor she must take into play and always accounting for it. She tracked your calories, yes, but not in a crazy psychotic way, in more so a concerned and anxious way. She needed to ensure there would be no problems with your health or the babies throughout the pregnancy or once they were born. And if you already reached your calorie goal for the day she would never restrict you from having more, she would in fact encourage a sweet treat after, “having such a long day taking care of my family.” 

She didn’t tell her mother you were pregnant or that she was even dating someone until you were in your eight month and she hovered the letter over the mailbox before quickly throwing it in and sending it off. She assumed her mother was still alive, she hadn’t received any detail from the nursing home that she wasn’t. So she knew she would get the letter and most likely freak-out, but she didn’t want to care in the moment. She had the life she always wanted right here, right now, a beautiful girlfriend and soon a daughter between the two of you. She flipped when she found out it was a girl, she said she didn’t care about the gender and would love them either way but you knew deep down she was silently hoping for a girl. She had such a deep maternal love and while she’d never neglect her future son of that, she wanted to be able to express that through the excitement of proms and weddings, boyfriends or even girlfriends, and even the heartbreak that came with it - she wanted the whole package. 

And when she stood with her daughter in her arms, the nurse behind her with a smile as she saw Emily’s tears and careful attention. You were asleep right now, and you deserved it after pushing out the 6-pound baby the night before.

“Am I holding her right?” Emily whispered out to the nurse. She had read every book and studied every move, and yet when the time came she felt like an untrained soldier battling war. The nurse chuckled and nodded, making Emily let out a sigh of relief.

“Hey, little girl…you look so pretty, just like your mommy. It might get confusing from time to time but I’m your mama and your mommy is the one who you were inside for so long. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it.” She quietly spoke as the girl slept in a bundle of hospital blankets and a pink hat. 

“I can’t wait to take you home…I hope you like yellow, your room is full of it. I used to look at that guest room every day hoping it’d someday be for a little baby like you, and now it is. I am so lucky to have you as my daughter, I am so lucky to have your mommy as my girlfriend, and just between us, I’m hoping to make her my wife soon.” She continued to talk to the child for a few more minutes before carefully resting her and returning to her chair while the nurse carefully rolled out the hospital crib to let her sleep with the rest of the babies. She glanced at your sleeping form as she grabbed the ring from her jacket pocket, smiling at the thought of what was to come. She wouldn’t sleep that night, and she was fine with that, because in the morning you’d officially become her fiancée, and your baby would officially come home.

[puck-luck]

Hi, Andy! Could I please get a cafe latte with cold foam for Quinn Hughes where he’s interested in trying something new, like a position or kink, I don’t have anything specific in mind but he’s very sweet about it. He doesn’t pressure at all but maybe it’s something he’s hinted to before.

hi! i chose "pussy worship" for this blurb because i think it's so quinn. this is very "kink negotiation" rather than tons of sex but i think that's just as sweet as sex can be :)

“Baby, are you going to stay down there all day?” you ask, running your fingers through Quinn’s hair.

He’s between shifts, laying with his head on your stomach instead of between your legs like before. His eyes are closed and he’s breathing steadily, rubbing his thumb over the inside of your thigh.

“I might,” he seems to wonder aloud. “I don’t know.” He blinks his eyes open and looks up at you, chin digging into your flesh. His facial hair rubs against your stomach, scratching you lightly. “Is that okay?”

His eyes are clear and sweet, somewhere between green and blue and gray in this light. It’s still early in the day, so he has plenty of time to stay where he is if he wants to.

“I knew you liked my pussy, but I didn’t know you liked it so much that you could stay there all day,” you jest with a smile on your face. Quinn has always been quite the munch, but there’s something in the air today that is almost palpable. He wants more than he’s letting on. 

He lays his head down again, this time on your thigh. “I don’t know,” Quinn mumbles. His fingers trail up your thigh and reach your folds, already sensitive from the previous head he gave you. His index finger parts them gently and he touches for only a second before pulling away. “Just appreciating you, is all.”

That’s his second ‘I don’t know’ in two replies. You touch his cheekbone, then his nose. “Are you still thinking about what you told me the other day?” you ask.

Quinn’s gaze flickers to you, then back down. “A little bit.” He seems almost shameful, although there’s no reason to be. 

“You can stay down there all day if you want,” you offer. “I think it’s sweet how you want to love on me, Q.”

He sighs. It's a big, heaving sound that deflates his whole body. “I don't think I explained it well,” Quinn says. “It’s not just wanting to eat you out because I love you. It’s deeper than that.” He continues toying with your pussy, feeling your juices start to coat his fingertips. He’ll spread your folds and let them fall back together, stroke his thumb over your clit and then remove his hand entirely. When he speaks again, he’s much more reverent. “I want to worship you.”

You quirk an eyebrow, waiting for Quinn to continue.

He doesn’t make you wait long. “It’s not about… making you come. It’s not about tasting you. I need to…” he trails off, looking up at you through his eyelashes.

Your heart flutters. He’s so beautiful, his face shining with earnestness. 

A kiss lands on your clit, with Quinn shifting so that your thighs bracket him. “I just need this,” Quinn finishes. He traces your folds with the tip of his tongue and you start to see what he’s saying– he’s mapping your pussy, taking in every single nook and cranny and ridge and valley just because it feels right. It calms him, it centers him. It vitalizes him.

It’s not about pleasure, but that doesn’t mean Quinn doesn’t make you come. It’s just another movement, reaction, and taste for him to categorize. He stays between your legs for hours– genuine hours– and you have no idea how he manages to do this so long. It might clear his mind and wipe the slate clean and satisfy him on a level that supercedes sexual pleasure. You don’t know, but the serene bliss on Quinn’s face is enough for you.

[bie-tch]

To be completely honest, I don't really think Kai will become a centipede monster. I knowww it's sad but my reason as to why is pretty agreeable I think.

Usually, whenever a character is transformed into a monster or just a non-human in general, it's always been about accepting and overcoming parts of yourself youd rather hide. When Zane was revealed to be a nindroid, he learned that the others would accept him as their brother no matter what, and soon enough, it became a strength for him. Literally, he gained his true potential shortly after. He no longer sees him being a nindroid separate to his identity. He went from Zane, a ninja, to Zane, the titanium ninja. He's still him, always will be, just shiny :)

When Jay was turned into a Venomari, it became a reflection of his insecurities, the parts of himself he tries to mask with flashy bravado and exaggerated stories, especially around Nya, who he had a massive crush on. It ended similarly to Zane, where Nya said he would accept him no matter what. Flaws and all. Knowing this, He was able to gain his true potential too. Realizing that being himself was far better than covering it up with glitter and foundation.

Then when Cole became a ghost, it was a tragedy. He no longer felt like himself, no longer saw himself as a person. Instead a living husk of his former glory. But, with the encouragement and unyielding support of his teammates, his family, he learned to accept this new body of his, as inhuman as it was. It symbolized trauma, and the strength it takes to see the good in every bad situation. It carries later into the show, where even though he's back to being a human, the scars are still there. They will never truly go away, but he learned to accept himself as himself, weird ghost scars and all.

Lloyd is the definition of grappling with identity. From being the son of Lord Garmadon, to becoming the legendary Green Ninja, then the ultimate Spinjitzu Master, then returning to simply being the Green Ninja, knowing hes half Oni half dragon, and ultimately just Lloyd? He carries many versions of himself, each with parts he struggles to accept. He’s the textbook case of change: from idolizing his father to fearing he’ll become him. It’s this internal conflict that makes it so hard for him to see himself as anything other than a ninja. While we see him begin to accept his identity later in the series, DR shows us that he still has some ways to go before he truly feels at home in his own skin.

Nya's transformation was also just.. unwanted, in my opinion. It was about doing everything you can to protect the ones you love, even if it hurts you. She's very similar to Kai in this regard, and it's very realistic that they share similar ideals when it comes to how they view their role in the team. Nya thought that merging with the sea was the only option, and faced with Jay unconscious after drowning, she had no choice. It was unwanted change, similar to Cole. This time, however, instead of Nya bringing herself back, it was the others who brought her back. It's a beautiful way to show that family will go through hell and beyond if it means protecting the ones you love.

What does this all mean, however? Why do these transformations matter?

Well, here's an answer. Despite everything, despite the hardships, they all came out of it better. They came out of it having learned something positive about themselves, even though it scarred them tremendously. Think of it like a caterpillar. In order to transform into butterfly, they have to break down and rebuild. In the end, the transformations ended up becoming a reminder to stay strong and steadfast. And it's nice that everyone had a moment like that.

Weeelllll.... not everyone.

Kai is the only one who hasn’t undergone a non-human arc, and that’s surprising, considering he’s probably one of the first characters you'd expect to experience one. With his personality and tendency to hide things from others in fear of being shamed or shunned, an arc like that would benefit him. Right?

This is where monstrosity comes in I fear. And not in a good way.

I think this series will be contradicting what those arcs symbolized. I think it will become the opposite to what the other ninja experienced. I dont think Kai will turn into a centipede creature or just any monster in general. No, not really. And that might be confusing, because In order to survive the land of the monsters, you need to become one yourself, right?

But i still think Kai will be the only one not to undergo a non-human transformation. Not because it wont happen, but because he doesn't need to. In fact, I think it matches the others perfectly. Everyone in the team became a monster physically, but they stayed the same. Same likes, same hates, just with different colored skin or lack thereof. They didn't change, their views didn't change, their morals didn't change.

But Kais did.

And Kai is.

He is a monster.

Maybe not physically, maybe not literally,

But mentally. But his actions were.

And that's enough, isn't it?

[stevenose]

bestie, i cannot stop thinking about rockstar!steve and how he’s been on tour for like three months and you could only go for the first leg. you call each other every single night and he swears he gets off just at the sound of your voice purring through the receiver, but it doesn’t compare to you. the curves of your body and how he has them memorized, mapped a thousand times, fingers trailing, searching, pressing.

the second he gets home, you hear the key in the door, and both of you are just ON each other. he’s still a little smug, a little cocky, c’mon babe he’s a rockstar, but it’s also a little desperate and a lot reverent. worshipping you because being away from you this long has him feeling like he’s been lost in the desert. wandering without water or purpose or direction and then suddenly you appear. a goddess, his fucking salvation, down on his knees between your legs and devoting his every breath to you.

yeah ok i had to write this.

you’re not sure if it’s a coincidence that you’re touching yourself every night about an hour after his concert ends, or if you’re subconsciously doing it. either way, it’s nearing midnight, and your hands are wandering.

your sheets feel colder without him. your hands aren’t quite as big and as warm as his, but you still trail them down your stomach and between your supple thighs. you sigh about it — that you have to do everything yourself for the foreseeable future.

but when your eyes drift closed, you can imagine him. all yours, not the world’s. you can see how he looks at you, beaming, chocolate brown eyes lightening like you’re the world to him. you get to see him like this - no one else. never anyone else. and you don’t worry, either. in fact, it’s a little hot to you to know he’s yours when everybody wants a piece of him.

your spare hand reaches lazily to the empty space beside you to grab a crewneck. steve sprayed half of his damn cologne on it and wore it for almost a week before leaving so that you had something to remember him by. you bring it to your nose now, shakily exhaling at the scent. it makes your stomach somersault, your clit throbbing, imagining him on top of you.

you miss the weight of him. the heat. the way he’d make you sweat when he crowded you against the mattress, propping himself up on toned, muscled biceps to kiss you. to call you beautiful. to tell you he loves you.

you gently swirl your fingertips across your swollen clit, a breathless moan slipping past your lips. you tease yourself, just like he would. you know he’d be so enthralled with how wet and tight and warm you are. and christ, if he was here, you’d let him have you all night. raw, any position he wants, however long he wants. he deserves it, and so do you.

your phone ringing shocks you for only half a second before you’re lunging towards it, heart beating fast, the pleasure between your legs temporarily forgotten.

“hi.” you know it’s him.

“hey, baby,” steve responds. you hear the smile in his voice, the hoarseness attained from singing. “didn’t wake you up, did i?”

you roll your eyes. “you know i won’t sleep ‘til i hear from you.”

“you know i won’t sleep til i hear from you.”

you giggle, and then he joins in.

it’s almost pathetic how in love you are.

“what’re you doin’, hm? you reading that book you told me about?”

you pause, biting your smiling lips. “well, you called at a perfect time, stevie. i was just thinking about you.”

the tone shifts immediately.

“yeah?”

“yeah.” you lay down again, spreading your legs. just the sound of his drawl, that gravelly tenor, has you way more aroused than you had been five minutes ago. “bet you can guess what i’m thinking about, huh?”

steve laughs. “if it’s anything like what i’ve been thinking of all night….”

“thinking of me, too?”

his voice turns quiet. “sweetheart. almost got a goddamn boner on stage because i couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

your face sets alight. “where are you right now?”

“i’m alone, if that’s what you’re asking.”

you hum, giddy. “want to help each other, then?”

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steve’s talking so quietly you can hardly hear him, especially over your own panting.

“how many?” he murmurs.

“two,” you whimper, a bead of sweat tickling its way down your forehead.

he laughs lowly. “come on, honey, know you can take more than that.”

you whimper, sinking a third finger into yourself. the stretch hurts but you still feel so empty without steve’s long fingers reaching where yours can’t.

“fingers aren’t enough, sweetheart?” he asks softly, groaning lightly. “my hand isn’t enough, either. need to feel that tight, wet pussy, miss it.”

you shiver and smile. “what would you do if you were here?”

steve groans again, louder this time. “wouldn’t know where to start.”

you bite your tongue, swiping your thumb over your clit. “tell me anything.”

you hear him spit and you gasp, imagining him fisting his cock, still sweaty from the show, jaw clenched tight, hair a mess. your thighs squeeze together around your hand.

“i want - i wanna put your calves on m-my shoulders, bend you in half, ‘nd fuck your pretty pussy raw til you’re full ‘f me.”

“steve!” you gasp, fingers working faster. “need it, need you, please —“

“what would you do if you were here?” he interrupts with a shuddering moan.

“i’d suck you off until you had nothing left to give me.”

steve moans loudly and you smile triumphantly.

“miss your lips,” he pants. “you’re gonna get me into trouble, sweetheart, shit.”

“what if i came and sucked your cock in front of all of those people, huh?” you continue wickedly, your words getting yourself off. “let everyone know who you belong to.”

“ohhhh my god,” he gasps. “don’t say shit like that.”

“or maybe everyone would see that i belong to you? would you be sweet with me, steve, or would you be too eager in front of all of those people?”

“holy shit,” he grits. you have to strain to hear him. you can see him when you close your eyes - eyes squeezed shut, jaw clenched, head thrown back, his hand wrapped around his pretty, freckled shaft. “cumming — cumming — ‘m gonna cum….”

“yeah, steve, cum with me,” you push. “make a mess, baby, wish i could see it —“

steve’s really good at cumming quietly, except the one time he accidentally bit his tongue and yelled “shit!” halfway through his orgasm. tonight, you only hear breathless, choked whimpers, a groan settling low and in his throat.

you follow suit, much louder than him, back arching off of your bed as your fingers stroke your sweet spot. your ecstasy is short lived, though — your throat aches as you catch your breath, eyes stinging.

“you okay?” steve asks softly.

“i miss you,” you whimper.

he sniffles on the other line. “miss you, too. so goddamn bad, baby, you wouldn’t believe it.”

there’s a silence that stretches out, both of you thinking of the other.

“let me clean myself up, and then i want to hear all about your day. you have a few minutes? are you tired?”

you smile lazily, relaxing into your sheets. “i’ve got all the time in the world for you.”

[murdock-slvt]

❝ PAINTER! rafe using MODEL! reader as a muse for his piece then much more just than a muse afterwards~ ❞ ▄▀▄▀▄

when you were told rafe cameron turned into a painter post-outer banks… you were shocked.

you didn’t expect the angry, impatient, violent drug dealer rafe cameron to turn into such man with a soft and patient occupation, however rafe being rafe, he made it seem believable.

he got away from his father, gotten away from the toxic environment that had become outerbanks and slowly began to work on himself. getting clean, apologizing and showing change to those his previous actions affected and going to regular therapy.

he was still a little messed up with a few screws loosened up in his mind, but it was no where like beforehand.

and when you got approached by rafe to be a muse for his piece? how could you say no?

you were a model, being in a couple of magazines and advertisements, making a name for yourself in the modeling industry. you had modeled for lingerie companies, a few clothing brands, and perfume companies.

going into the cameron’s son apartment, it was clean but it was messy, a chaotic messiness that was more clean than his room back home in the outerbanks. he had a separate room for all his canvases and paints and unfinished projects and submissions for museums. looking around in the living room with large windows peering out at the city from a higher up floor, you could see where he’d want you to lay.

he had gotten his pencils ready, his paints were slathered on the artist palette and a large canvas sat on the easel. it was a nude portrait.

you were the body inspiration but not the face inspiration.

you looked at him with no shirt and no pants, simply panties and a bra. putting your thumbs in your panties, you slid them off in front of him, his eyes busy on getting his paints organized (and not needing a boner to distract him)

you throw your panties to the arm of the couch, he wanted them in the photo as well as your fingers reach behind your back, unclipping the bra and letting your breasts spill out, your pert nipples hardening due to the air in the apartment. you put the bra directly over the panties.

you looked like a goddess in the flesh to rafe… but that was for later to discuss.

you ran a hand through your hair as you had look at the couch then back at him. “you’re the artist, cameron, you’re in control here.” you say with a smile, tilting your head. “where do you want me to lay?”

rafe nods, pointing to the couch. "over on the— the bed… on the couch." he says, trying to not stumble over his words. “lay on the couch.”

rafe cameron was stumbling over his words. oh how five years could change.

you move to the couch, laying on the couch as your head hits the pillows that he had set up. you put your left arm over your head, your fingers going near your head as some of your longer strands of hair push itself into the space between your fingers. your right arm sat on the couch, bent slightly at the elbow with a smile on your face.

rafe smiles, grabbing a pencil and beginning to sketch out the overall shape. “keep your eyes on me.” he orders, his voice low and commanding. “keep still.”

his confidence is slowly improving as he stares at you, his mind telling himself (and his thick cock) to calm itself and wait until after this was all over.

the painting took over two hours, with your body keeping its position over the two hours with minimal adjustments and movements. you talked to rafe, who only answered in short sentences, not wanting to get distracted.

your voice was too sexy for your own good. the man had a lot of low compliments that you caught onto.

he had finished the last part of shading, carefully filling in the darker edges of your hair with a tilted look with a thin end brush and brown paint. rafe was looking at the beauty of the portrait and looks at your body to a scary perfection. he signs the paper with his signature, naming the portrait and putting the brush down onto the palette.

“i’m done.” he says simply, his tone unamused as he leans back from the easel, looking at the portrait as he takes off the gloves he was wearing.

you smile, stretching a little as you’re able to finally move again. standing up and groaning under your breath (which rafe heard and bit his lip at) you walked over to rafe, standing behind him to look at the portrait sitting on the easel.

your eyes look at the portrait… and it’s fucking perfect. it’s so perfect. “oh if I be damned, rafe…” you begin, your fingers pressing into his shoulder. “it’s fucking beautiful.” you say, keeping your eyes on the portrait. it’s scary but honestly adorable how perfect and how realistic it is to your real body.

rafe smiles to himself, feeling an odd sense of peace and joy knowing you love the painting, knowing he’s able to draw nude. he acted like he knew everything, but was always scared of doing it the first time.

but why not fake it till he made it? and he certainly made it with this one.

“you did fucking incredible.” you say with a sense of admiration. every curve was accurate to your actual curves, every hair strand, every knuckle and every finger and toe was perfect. his hands were able to capture everything about you, and it was scarily romantic. “I’m not exaggerating, rafey, it’s perfect.”

rafey. that’s new. it’s adorable in his mind.

he nods at your approval, rubbing his knees as he looks at the painting then back up at you. “well I’m glad you like it princess.”

a comfortable silence fell in between the two of you; a soft, intimate silence between the two of you as your eyes and mind soaks in the beauty of rafe’s ink, of how accurate the drawing truly was. rafe meanwhile, was trying to keep his dick from showing how hard he was. he’s never had this issue with other models before; and he needed a fucking way of getting this shit out of him before you left.

"how do you want me to repay you? I have the cash." you begin, looking at him.

rafe looks at you, crossing his arms. “I told you before baby, you don’t need to pay me.”

“no.” you shake your head, almost as if he said something horrific. “you deserve it. you did a fucking amazing job, you deserve some sort of payment from me.”

rafe smiles, as if you read his mind… or just looked at his thick hard on in his sweatpants. “I mean… there’s certainly a way you could repay me…”

repaying him you were certainly doing.

repaying rafe cameron meant letting him choose whatever he wanted… and he needed a way to get his dick to finally calm itself. so here you were, on your knees with your back arches, face in the pillows as you let him plow your asshole.

did you like anal? not too much. did rafe make it good? hell yeah!

rafe groaned above you, both of his paint covered hands gripping your asscheeks as his dick thrusted in and out of your hole, your ass jiggling against his hips as he brought you and him closer and closer to the edge, knocking on the door of your orgasm.

“p-please! rafe! gonna finish! o-oh fuckkkk.” you moan into the pillow, your hands reaching up and gripping the headboard for support.

suddenly, a chunk of your hair was in rafe’s palm and your head was yanked up. your eyes looked at his, sweat beating down his face as your eyes look into his. “you ain’t finishing ‘till I tell you to, slut.” he says, his eyebrows furrowed.

you nod, not wanting to disobey him. “o-okay… y-yes, sir…!” you mutter out, feeling a sense of the old rafe coming back, only during sex. it felt so fucking good.

he smiled at your obedience. “you’re one obedient girl, ain’t you?” he asks, lifting a hand and slapping your ass, watching his hand imprint on your skin.

you nod, moaning as you arch your back, it feels so good and you need to finish. “y-yes. your good girl… your obedient girl.”

he continues his ministrations, gripping your hips and getting increasingly faster with his face, your walls far stretched out and the burning sensation that once was is gone in favor of something more delicious.

rafe lowers down, chest pressing against your back as he continues, his balls growing heavier as he gets closer. “you’re close, ain’t you?” he asks, forcing you to look at him with a firm hand on the chin.

you nod. “yes— yes oh god yes, rafe, ‘m so close… so fuckin’ close.” you moan out, your eyes half lidded.

“no need to be so explicit, doll, ‘m gonna make you cum, no need to worry that pretty little head.” he says, snaking his left hand down as his right holds your head, basically keeping you caged in as his cock hits deeper. with a hand on your clit, he rubs fast and tight circles on your clit, licking the inside of your ear.

you moan louder, back arching as you cry out his name. you’re unable to move out of his grasp… but you’re not sure if you want to move or not. “rafe, rafe, rafeeee!”

“cum for me.” he says in your ear, his tone low. “cum for me and I’ll cum for you.”

in an instant, your orgasm comes rushing through you like a god damn wave. your vision whites out as the only thing matters is rafe. your nails dig into the wood carved headboard, back arching as your legs shake, he makes you cum so hard with his cock deep inside your asshole and his hand rubbing your pussy.

as you cum, he does too, and you can feel it. in another instant, you feel inner walls being heated up as he cums deep inside you. his hot cum painting your walls white as he kisses the inner of your ear.

“good girl… good girl…”

in his eyes, you weren’t just a perfect girl for him to fuck, you were a perfect girl in general, a perfect model to use for his paintings; his desired muse, a girl his former self could never take care of the same way the new version of himself could, a girl he wants to cherish and never break or fracture…

the way leonardo davinci had his mona lisa, rafe had you.

@murdock-slvt 2025!

[sturns-mermaid]

STAR GIRL .ᐟ

sub reader x dom chris, chris helps you relieve some stress from studying

based on this ask | pet names, oral (f receiving), chris puts gold stars on reader

You were currently having a study session at Chris’ house, sitting on his bed with a course book on your lap as you ran your finger over the words, trying to comprehend the subject. Chris, on the other hand, was bored of scrolling on his phone, his head leaning over your shoulder, nuzzling against you. “Ma, come on…don’t you wanna take a break?” he whispered, his hand moving to try and close the book you held. “Chris, I have to focus,” you said, your eyes not leaving the book as you squirmed, adjusting your position. Chris scoffed dramatically as he sat up, moving your hair to the side, baring your bare neck to him. “Baby, you've been at that for hours,” he whispers, peppering kisses along your skin. You tried to focus on your studies, but his touch was so addictive that you felt the textbook slipping from your fingers as he gently pushed you onto the mattress.

“My beautiful girl…” he said between kisses, his lips attaching to your collarbone as he marked you. “You’re so smart, ma.” his hands traveled under your shirt, caressing the underside of your breasts. Letting out a soft moan, you relaxed into the mattress, you hated to admit, but you needed this; you had been studying all day. “I'm going to take such good care of you baby,” his hands moved under your shirt massaging your boobs. 

“Such a pretty girl,” he whispered after he had you all undressed, lying in front of his hungry gaze. “Chris, please…” You whined as he trailed kisses along your inner thighs. His hands move to spread your legs wider. “Gonna make you forget all about your studying,” he whispered, dragging his tongue along your wet slit. Groaning in satisfaction at your taste, his tongue swirled around your aching clit. “Taste so sweet ma,” he murmed his lips closing over your bud as he gently sucked. You were on cloud nine, the stress of the day left your body immediately after he started eating you out. He always knew just what you needed and when you needed it, he moved his tongue down your slit as he teased your entrance.

His hands prying your legs open further, thumbs tracing soothing circles on your thighs. “Such a good girl for me,” he murmured against your skin. Your face was flushed, eyes rolled back to the back of your head, as he slid his tongue into your entrance. “Fuck…” you gasped your hands finding their way into his brunette locks tugging gently. The growing stubble on his face was scratching against your soft skin, but you didn’t care, not when he was making you feel this good. You subtly grinned your hips against his face feeling his thumb applying pleasure on your clit. 

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, pressing kisses on your inner thighs where they were slight red marks from his stubble rubbing against you. His fingers were deep inside you, tongue circling your clit, your legs shaking slightly. “Come for me, baby,” he whispered, coming up and hovering over you to place a wet kiss on your flushed lips. “See how sweet you taste?” he asked, pushing his fingers even deeper inside you, making you cry out in pleasure. 

A few minutes later, you had come all over his fingers. Your body felt limp as you lay there trying to catch your breath. Chris pulled his fingers from inside you and rubbed your slick over your lips, causing you to taste yourself. “Did so well…” he trailed off, helping you sit up and straddle his lap. “Want a sticker, baby?” he asked, seeing you bury your face in his shoulder. He lifted your head slightly, pressing a few kisses all over your flushed face. “Here’s a star for my good girl,” he whispered, placing a gold star on the tip of your nose. You were too tired to say anything, just gave him a small smile before snuggling up to him once more.

note: cleaning out my drafts

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