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Title: Waiting for a ceasefire by Raghad Qanou follow her on tumblr: @rhq274 gfm campaign vetted by nabulsi
to my moots and lovely lurkers alike- i would like to highlight the latest art campaign submission as it comes from a very special person.
for those who haven't had the chance to meet her yet, this is raghad. please take some time to read her introduction in her own words:
"Hello, I am Raghad Qanou, a medical student from Gaza City. My people and I have been subjected to genocide for more than 230 days. My family and I have lived through various types of torture and inhumane conditions. This link is my only chance for me and my family to escape death and try to start over. This is not easy. But we are trying, and we would be happy to have you help save our lives and our future" (share full original tumblr post here) | (read her full story on her gfm page)
raghad used to live a life just like us. i can't speak for all of you- but i think it's safe to bet that a lot of us here are/were college students. people who worked tirelessly to earn degrees in order to get our dream jobs. my own college years, while hard, make up some of the most joyous memories of my life thus far.
raghad has been stripped of those moments- as was the rest of her family (8 in total, 6 of them children). they have been displaced 7 times, desperately trying to stay alive so they can get the chance to truly live once more.
i strongly encourage you all to learn raghad's story on your own. she spent a lot of time and effort to write it herself while suffering through inhumane living conditions. it is the least you can do to show your support for her and her family.
the next thing: share her story with your friends and family.
and finally, for those able to contribute financially: donate! her family's campaign has been vetted by trusted sources and still need our support to reach their goal. their campaign has received very little traction and it has been active since march
the stats so far: ÂŁ2,207 raised of ÂŁ55,000 target (~4%)
in an effort to get this post to trend further: here's a poll (do not vote until AFTER you reblog this post)
#rhq274#very nice to meet you raghad#i wish it was under better circumstances#but i hope this post can help gain more attention for you and your family#keeping you all in my thoughtsđ€#also tysm for taking the time to make something for my art campaign boost#i sincerely appreciate it and will treasure it forever#not choices#signal boost#đ#art campaign boost#rhq art
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A Knotty Discovery
Pairing: Male Werewolf X Fem Chubby Human Reader
Warnings: Smut, Penetration, Knotting, Sex toys, Ruined Orgasm, Creampie
Summary: You come home to find that your extremely attractive Werewolf roommate has found your collection of knotted dildos.
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When you walked into your apartment, you were surprised not to see your roommate sitting on the couch in the living room. It was Sunday night, which was your traditional movie night together. Both of you worked but always ensured you were home by five on Sundays. Since you both had Mondays off, you made Sunday your weekly pizza and movie night, staying up late and enjoying each otherâs presence.
Decker and you have lived together for over a year now, and honestly, you love it. The only problem was your small, well maybe not so small, crush on him. You couldnât help it, though; he is just so amazing. He is the exact opposite of you. You are human, and he is a werewolf. While you are short and chubby, he is massively tall and made of muscle. You are soft and gentle, while he is hard and strong.
You cherish movie nights where he wraps an arm around you and pulls you close. You love leaning against his large body and nuzzling into his soft fur. He always manages to brighten your day and make you laugh. He takes care of you and makes you feel love. Unfortunately, he has never expressed any romantic interest in you, so you try to be content with having him as a friend.
Itâs already past five, and Decker is usually getting everything set up for movie night by now. You set the pizza you brought home on the counter, thinking he must be running late. You head for your bedroom and decide to take the extra time to put on your cute pajamas.
You certainly had not been expecting to walk in and see Decker kneeling on the floor in front of your closet, your box of vibrators and dildos open in front of him. There are several knotted dildos on the floor beside him, and the largest one is gripped in his clawed hand. Your face heats up immediately, and you accidentally let out a small gasp at the sight.
The noise catches his attention, and his eyes immediately meet your own. You quickly look to the floor in embarrassment at his intense gaze. âOh, no, pretty girl. Eyes on me. How long have you been hiding this? Hmm?â. You canât seem to push any words out of your mouth, and you hear him moving because of your lack of response. You stand entirely frozen as he stops before you, using one hand to guide your eyes up to his.
âAll these months, you have never shown any interest in monsters. The only male you went on a few dates with, being that loser human, and now I find all this. My adorable little human likes monster cock, well, werewolf cock specificallyâ, he says with a smirk. You try to pull away, your mortification at an all-time high at his words, but he doesnât let you budge.
âSweetheart, I donât think you realize how much I have been holding myself back, thinking you had no interest in a werewolf like me. From the moment I met you, I wanted you sitting on my knot. I wanted to hold your plush body in my claws and never let you go, but I thought you wanted a human male. I had to keep myself from ripping your clothes off every fucking dayâ. You let out a needy whimper at his words, and a smirk appeared on his face once again.
âBaby, when you wear those little pajama shorts, and I can see your thick thighs, all I can think about is holding them in my hands as I thrust my cock inside you over and over. And last Sunday, when you wore that cute little nighty for our movie night, I swear I was hard all night. All I wanted to do was bend you over the side of the couch and knot you all night long. Your body looks so fucking breedable, baby, and I just want to fill you every moment of every dayâ he finishes his last statement with a low growl, and it goes straight to your panties.
You wet your lips and reply, âI.. I have always wanted you, Decker. I just didnât think you were interested in me, so I never said anythingâ. He shakes his head and says, âBaby, how could I not want you? Everything about you makes me want to claim you, and thatâs exactly what I plan on doing, but first, you are going to show me exactly what you do with those toys over there.
You feel a twinge of embarrassment at the thought, but it is quickly overpowered by arousal and lust at the thought of him watching you. He gives you a quick pat as you make your way over to the toys and reach for your medium-sized dildo.
âThe big one, sweetheart. I must ensure you are nice and stretched out when I take you. Iâm a lot bigger than your little toys over thereâ, he tells you, his voice a low purr. You almost moan at his words, the excitement of being so filled making you crave him even more.
You slowly take off your clothing, wanting to tease him a bit. As your panties hit the floor, you see Decker take a big inhale and moan. You blush under his gaze, and he gives you his signature wolfish grin.
You place the large dildo on the floor, the suction cup base holding it in place. You kneel over it, lining its tip up with your wet entrance. You look at him as you slowly let your weight push you down on the thick dildo. His eyes donât leave your slick cunt as he moves one of his hands to squeeze his cock over his pants. You felt your mouth salivating at the sight.
You reach halfway down when you rise up again, leaving just the tip inside you before dropping back down. You continue this until the knot presses against your entrance on each downward stroke. You moan as you watch his eyes bounce all around your body. The dildo feels so good, but his eyes on you feel even better. You release soft whimpers and moans, and you work your body up and down.
âThatâs it, baby. Keep riding. Fuck I love the sight of your greedy cunt swallowing that dildo. You look so fucking beautiful, baby. There you go. Go a little faster, baby. I wanna see those perfect tits bounce faster, little one. Fuck princess, I canât wait to fill you with my cock. I wanna see you take that knot, baby. I wanna see your greedy little pussy stretch around itâ, he growls out, lust lacing his voice.
You spread your legs wider and drop your pussy down lower. You move one of your fingers down to your swollen clit and rub tight circles on it. Pleasure slams through your body, and the knot fully pops inside your tight cunt. âFu-Fuck Decker. Iâm cumming. Fuck Iâm cummingâ, you cry out.
Just as your cunt clenches down at the beginning of probably the best orgasm of your life, Decker wraps his claws around your arms and pulls you up and off the dildo, the suction cup keeping it secured to the floor. You cry out at the ruined orgasm, your cunt trying to clench around nothing, and your clit pulsing in need of stimulation. Tears spring to your eyes as your thighs clench together, trying to get any stimulation at all. Decker is quick to reach one hand down and separate your legs, stopping any stimulation and ruining your orgasm completely.
You look at him in confusion and a hint of betrayal as tears stream down your face. He licks up the tears from your cheeks before saying, âSorry, sweetheart, but Iâve decided that the first time we fuck, the only knot you are going to cum on is mine.â With that, he pushes you back to lie on the bed as he starts stripping his clothes.
You stare at every glorious inch of his body that gets exposed. Your need for him increases with each second. As his cock is revealed, you audibly gasp. He wasnât lying when he said he was bigger than your toys. His cock is so giant that even fully hard, it hangs down towards the floor, too heavy to stand upright. The knot at the base is larger than your fist, and your nipples harden even more at the thought of him forcing it inside you.
âTell me you want it, princess. I need you to tell me now because once I start, I wonât be able to stop. Iâve thought about this for far too long to be able to hold back once I finally have you,â he says, giving you one last chance to back out.
You spread your legs wide, making sure your dripping pussy is entirely on display, and reply, âPlease, Decker. Please, I want this, I need this, I need you. Please fill me. Make me yoursâ. He is on you before you even finish. He pushes your legs up and over his shoulders, his cock resting over your pussy and your lower belly. He thrusts his cock back and forth but holds back from entering you, just working on covering himself in your slick juices.
âMmmm, I love how soft your body is, baby. So fucking perfect in every way. Drives me fucking madâ, he growls out. Each brush of his cock rubs your pulsing clit, and all you want is for him to push inside you. You are just about to start begging when he finally lines himself up with your needy hole and pushes in. He only goes about halfway, but you are already crying out at the feeling.
He moans your name and keeps thrusting, moving deeper and deeper with each stroke. He watches your body open up for him, mumbling the word perfect under his breath. On his next thrust, his knot hits your entrance, and he seems to lose all control. He grabs onto your love handles and starts fucking you like an animal.
You cry out in ecstasy at feeling so full, his cock slamming into your g-spot brutally on every thrust. Your hands grip his forearms, needing to hold on and ground yourself as he fucks you like he owns you. âFuck Decker⊠you feel so good. Don-donât stop. Please donât stop. Pleaseâ.
He moans at your begging, leaning forward to cover your body with his own. Your knees are pushed up towards your shoulders, and his body keeps you in place, unable to move. You cum with a cry of his name, squirting on his cock from the pleasure.
He doesnât give you any time to recover as he continues using your puffy pussy. You whimper at the overstimulation that sets in, but you donât want him to stop. You need to feel him knot you. You need to feel him fill you with his cum.
âYour pussy is fucking heaven, baby. Iâm never fucking letting you go. Do you hear me? Youâre MINE.â he says as his thrusts speed up. His hips slammed against you and pushed you down into the mattress. You only manage to whimper and moan in response, tears streaming down your chubby cheeks in pleasure.
He pulls back almost entirely before slamming his hips down, pressing his knot against your entrance and keeping it there as he tries to push it in. Your entrance puts up a good fight, and he growls, angry at the denial of entry. You start to question whether or not he will be able to fit his knot inside when he shifts his weight so almost all of it is in his hips, pushing his knot harder against your dripping cunt.
Gravity seems to be on his side as his knot is forced into your tight cunt as he drops down against you completely. You scream out his name at the insane stretch, never having been this filled, his tip kissing your womb. Your arms wrap around his back as your nails dig into his fur. He starts his thrusts again, but this time shallow as his knot stays stuck inside of you. Each stroke causes your body to jiggle beneath him, your nipples rubbing against his hairy chest, sending shocks of pleasure to your aching clit.
He pulls his hips back, and his cock pulls your bottom half off the bed by your swollen cunt, before he drops back down. He groans with the motion and continues repeating it. You cry out each time, your pussy overfilled and overwhelmed with the sensation of him.
He slams you down once more, and your legs begin to shake with pleasure. You scream out his name as your cunt once again clamps down on his massive cock, milking him with everything you have. You feel his cock twitching as he lets out a loud growl followed by swears. His cock begins filling you to the brim with his seed. Your already too-full pussy is being filled even more. Your lower stomach bloats and hardens as he cums and cums and cums, his knot not allowing even a single drop of his seed to drip from your cunt.
You cling to him as you both come down, trying to regulate the air in your lungs. He keeps you pressed to him as he rolls onto his back, draping you over his warm chest. You stay like this for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of each otherâs embrace. As your mind starts returning, you sit up slightly to look at him.
âWhy were you going through my closet?â you ask him. He gives you a soft smile and answers, âI was setting up for movie night and wanted to get that fuzzy throw blanket you keep on the couch in the winter. Itâs a little cold today, so I thought you might enjoy it. I remember you saying you were putting it in the closet, so I went looking for it.â.
You smile at his thoughtfulness and place a loving peck on his snout. âThe throw blanket is in the hallway closet for future reference.â He stares at you for a moment before laughing. His chest rises and falls, causing you to shake up and down. His laughter is quickly interrupted by a moan as your pussy shifts on his cock from the movement.
âWell, we probably have another 30 minutes to rest while my knot goes down, and then we can start movie night. Although I think this time Iâll have you seated on my lap with my cock and knot nice and warm in your perfect little cuntâ.
You smile approvingly, moving your head back to snuggle into his warm chest. You never thought you would be thankful that your roommate found your knotted dildos.
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I cannot stop thinking of Luke today. it is making me ache. it is eating my heart from the inside out. i think heâd help pull me out of a flashback and hold me so tight and never let me go. he doesnât know much about ptsd but he knows how to be there for the people he cares about
#laying in my bed clutching my chest like Iâm wounded#itâs not even 3 and Iâve cried twice today. haha.#i need him to hug me so tight#âaw donât cry on me princess. you need a distraction? hey I ever show you all my tattoos?â#âyeah donât ask what this one means. or this one. or this one. i just thought it looked cool.â#i always thought of Luke getting a star tattoo on his chest because of me#i think out of all my Ryan F/Os who call me âstar girlâ the nickname rolls off his tongue the easiest#âstar girlâ mumbled with a smirk. cigarette in his mouth. slightest curl of the lip. a bit of a lisp#fricatives so gentle and plosives so soft. and a rasp so guttural from a voice so quiet.#like âstar girlâ is a secret he wonât dare speak too loud. heâs got his own falling star in his hands and he doesnât wanna jinx it#I keep comparing him to a beach ken doll and he shakes his head and rolls his eyes#he says stop calling me that. and I say Iâll stop when he quits dyeing his hair platinum blond#he kisses my neck til I stop sniffling and then he keeps kissing until Iâm laughing#and heâs like why are you laughing? huh? whatâs so funny? his very light stubble tickling and he knows full well#petting my hair until I fall asleep in his arms and heâs humming a song stuck in his head#he lets me wear his shirt because it smells like him and itâll help ground me from a flashback#those hands can kill if need be but theyâre always the gentlest when near me and he wonât let me forget that#love notes#đâŹâȘ âĄâ Til my blood runs cold â I won't let you go - ÌÌđïžđ€âïž ÌÌ-#love notes: luke âĄ
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The Pact: Eddie Munson One Shot
Summary: As children, you and Eddie made a pact to never cross that line. But as the two of you have grown it has become almost impossible to keep. You decide to make a new pact instead. ;)
Explicit sexual content, Minors DNI, word count 3k, moved over from my old account đ€
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"Eddie!" you knock loudly on the door of his trailer. His van is here so he's gotta be home.
"Eds?!" you try again, banging on the door even louder.
He's probably still sleeping. The boy doesn't wake up earlier than noon, especially on a Saturday.
You close the screen door and make your way around the trailer to his window. It's cracked slightly and the smell of weed immediately hits your nose, making you smile. He's up.
You push up on the old window, listening to the squeak as it struggles to move. "Eddie!" you shout through the crack. Again, no response.
You roll your eyes as you use all your strength to lift the window enough to crawl through. You climb in head first and tumble onto his floor. As you sit up, your eyes adjust to the dim room. You see him lying on his back on the floor, headphones on his ears, his fingers tapping away as he listens to the music.
No shirt, his tattoos on full display. Hair pulled back into a messy bun, loose curls sticking out everywhere. A pair of dark green flannel pajama pants hanging low on his waist.
Fuck, he looks good.
You watch as he brings his fingers to his lips, inhaling on the joint, releasing a cloud of smoke into the air. You tiptoe across the floor, hearing the tune of 'Dirty Women' by Black Sabbath coming from the headset as you lean over him.
His already round eyes widen even more as he sits up quickly, his head slamming into yours.
"Shit! Are you okay?" he shouts over the music still blasting in his ears. You reach out with one hand removing his headphones, leaving them dangling around his neck as you rub your forehead with your other.
"Easy Tiger." you giggle and he gives you a crooked grin. His eyes are glossed over and slightly red from his activities.
"Sorry, didn't hear you comin.â he explains, pointing towards the earphones.
"Yeah, I got that.â you smile, shoving his shoulder lightly as he scoots a little closer to you.
"Thought you were coming by tonight?" he raises an eyebrow as he stands up, holding his hand out to you. You grab his hand and he pulls you from the ground.
"My shift got canceled and I was bored." you shrug, reaching out for the joint in his hand.
"I have an idea.â Eddie says suddenly, his brown glinting. You inhale deeply on the joint and wait for him to continue. He stands there silently, eyes zoning in on your chest.
"Eddie!" you smack him upside the head bringing him out of his daze and he shakes his wild hair.
âSorry.. I'm high." he shrugs with a little wiggle of his brows.
"Your idea?" you push.
"Right.. the clubhouse. Let's hotbox." A slick smile spreads on his pretty lips. Every time you're together, you have to fight the urge to kiss him. To touch him. To beg him to touch you.
You had both made a pact. An oath. You were best friends. You couldn't cross that line. But now.. every year it gets harder and harder to keep it.
I wonder if he feels the same.
"Hello?â Eddie snaps his fingers in front of your face teasingly.
"Mhmm.. yeah. Let's go." you grin at him and his smile widens. He walks over to his nightstand, swiping up his little lunchbox.
You make your way outside, following the familiar trail into the woods behind the trailer park. You used to come here all the time together. Staying up, eating bags of candy and telling scary stories until Wayne would come and drag you both out.
You reach the rickety ladder leading high into the trees and glance over at Eddie, a nervous look on your face.
"When's the last time you've been up here? It looks... well, it looks like we're gonna die if we attempt this."
"Oh, we're fine. Come on. You first." he encourages, his hand landing on your waist. The small touch sends tingles down your spine.
"Why do I have to go first?" you groan, grabbing hold of the wooden plank.
"That way I can catch you if you fall." he explains, keeping his hand resting gently on your side. You take a deep breath and begin your climb.
"Shit!" you squeal as your foot slips on the third step and you fall into Eddie, his free hand lands on your ass, holding you up.
"Oops." you laugh, turning to peek at Eddie. His hand remains in place making you blush.
âEds?" you nod towards his hand and he just smiles.
"Total accident, sweetheart. Swear." he cheeses. Your heart starts to pound in your chest. He's flirting. Shit, no... He always flirts. It's just friendly banter. Normal for the two of you. But is that all it is? Fuck.
You continue up the ladder, Eddie following close behind until you reach the top. You push the Spider-Man sheet to the side and crawl into the small treehouse. Everything looks about the same. A few new additions since the last time you've been here.
An ashtray sits in the corner, a stack of playboy and hustler magazines sprawled out, some empty beer bottles.
"Eddie Munson.." you giggle, shaking your head in mock disappointment.
Eddie plops on the dusty floor reaching out and snagging one of the magazines. "What? A man has needs."
"Ew." you joke, grabbing his lunchbox, plopping a pre rolled joint between your lips.
"What? You don't uh, take care of yourself?"
The question catches you off guard. But even more than that, his tone. It was much deeper than before. You hope your cheeks aren't as red as they feel as you meet his gaze. You light the joint, inhaling deeply, holding the smoke in your lungs a moment before exhaling.
"No, I do." you whisper, taking another toke.
Eddie watches you curiously, scooting a little closer to you in the already cramped space.
"You gonna share?" he winks at you, making your heart flutter. He's so close. All I want is to taste him. To finally give in.
"Hey, you okay?" Eddie nudges you playfully with his foot, shaking you from your thoughts. You nod sitting up on your knees in between his sprawled legs. You bring the joint to his lips and his eyes lock on yours as he inhales slowly.
You inch closer, the slight buzz from the weed making you more confident.
"Are you about to kiss me?" Eddie blurts making you pause.
"What? No!â you snort shoving his chest hard, making him fall back to the dirty floor. He coughs, the smoke filling his lungs coming out in small spurts as you move back to your spot against the wall, feeling a wild mix of emotions.
He scrambles to get back up, immediately coming to sit in front of you again. âI- uh- I wasn't gonna stop you.. if you were going to... ya know?" he mumbles under his breath.
You meet his big brown eyes, the same eyes you've looked into for years and years. There was no mistaking it. They were darker. Full of hunger. A hunger for you.
Shit.. say something. Anything. Your mind goes blank. Every part of you wanting to just kiss him.
The other part of you worried about your friendship. The whole reason the two of you made the pact.
"The pact.â you breathe.
Eddie speaks next, leaning back slightly, twisting one of his rings on his finger.
"Who do you think about when you touch yourself?" he burns lowly, his eyes searching your face.
"What?â
"Who do you think about?" he asks again, his eyes remain locked on yours.
You. Always you.
You shrug instead, keeping your thoughts to yourself.
Eddie nods slowly, taking another long puff off the joint before handing it your way. The small area was already cloudy with smoke as you both continue to add to the haze.
"It's not like we made a blood oath or something."
Eddie says after a few minutes. Both of you now feeling the effects of the high.
"We literally made a blood oath." you argue, a smile on your lips as you think back to the two of you pricking your fingers with a thumb tack.
"We were thirteen." Eddie pushes back, moving over so he's sitting right next to you. You can feel his body warmth radiating against your side. When you turn his face is only inches from yours.
"Where is this coming from?" you whisper.
"I just.. fuck, I don't know. Just, look at you." Eddie breathes out, his words making your entire body warm.
"Who do you think about?" you ask suddenly.
"I don't know what you mean." he grins widely, forcing you to ask him directly.
"When you touch yourself.. do you just think about those girls in the magazine?"
"Sometimes.. sometimes I think of someone else." he hints as his hand gradually makes its way to your thigh.
"Me?" you swallow hard, barely pushing the word out.
"Do you think about me?" he challenges, his hand resting heavily on your upper thigh.
"Yes." you admit. You knew it wasn't the drugs.
You've always wanted Eddie. But the buzz was allowing you to finally speak your truth.
You can tell he's happy with your answer, his face lighting up. His brown eyes gleaming.
"Show me."
"I don't under-'
"Show me what you do when you think about me." he cuts you off swiftly.
Holy shit. Your mind fills with wild thoughts as you take what he said into consideration. You can feel yourself throbbing at the thought. Touching yourself in front of him. Eddie's eyes watching you as you bring yourself to your peak. Would he touch himself too?
Before you can change your mind you guide your hands into your shorts, listening as Eddie inhales sharply.
"Fuck." he exhales, watching carefully as your hand meets your warmth under the material of your shorts. You close your eyes, worried that if you see him you might overthink everything.
Right now it just felt good. So good.. and you know he's watching.
"I close my eyes." you start, slowly rubbing circles around your clit. Eddie hums in response, waiting for you to keep going.
"And I see your face. I-I think about how your lips would feel.. your tongue. the sounds you would make..." you moan as you slip two fingers inside, feeling your arousal.
"What else?" Eddie rasps, his lips suddenly against your ear, his voice makes you speed up your fingers.
"I think about how you would feel inside me.. if you would be rough.. if you would.. ohh.. if you would make me scream."
"I promise I could make you scream." Eddie burns. You feel his fingers on your chin, turning you to face him. Your eyes drift open and Eddie presses his forehead against yours as you work your fingers in and out of your soaked pussy.
"I think about your fingers a lot... your rings.. I pretend my hands are yours.." you whimper, feeling yourself on the edge but not quite there.
You don't want your fingers. You want his.
"Eddie."
"You gonna cum, sweetheart?"
"I want you.. I want you to make me cum.." you whine desperately, only seconds away from your orgasm.
"Yeah?" he pants breathlessly.
"Please." you beg. He wastes no time reaching into your shorts, you remove your fingers just in time for his to replace them. His slender fingers immediately reach exactly where you need them to, curling with precision, stroking across your g spot making you cum instantly.
"Yes! Oh fuck!" you cry, your muscles pulsing around his fingers, Eddie watches in awe as you fall apart beneath his hand.
"Holy fuck.â Eddie groans deeply, slowly working you through your orgasm.
You grab him, slamming your lips into his pulling a moan from him instantly. He leans in, his body pressing you down to the floor as you tangle your hands in his hair.
Fuck.
He tastes like weed and Camel Blues as his tongue greets yours hungrily. You both kiss sloppily, soaking up this moment. After all these years, both of you finally getting what you want.
Clothes are torn off. No more hesitation as you both paw at each other, kissing and biting, the eagerness apparent from both of you. Moans and the sound of messy kisses fill the room.
"Fuck me." you plead with him as your bodies grind together, skin on skin, so close together.
"We need a new pact." he pants breathlessly, lining himself up.
"Mhmm." you moan, feeling his tip start to stretch you out.
"The new pact is that You're mine." he moans as he thrusts himself in, entering you fully, a filthy cry raining from your lips.
"I'm yours." you whimper, your fingernails digging into his back as he begins to pump in and out of you.
"We have to seal it, sweetheart." he mumbles drunkenly, picking up his pace. His size is unlike anything you've had before, your legs already shaking slightly, a tinge of pain mixed with the beautiful pleasure.
"What do you- oh!" you gasp as his teeth sink into your bottom lip just hard enough to break the skin. You feel the trickle of warm liquid dribble down your chin.
"Shit." you breathe out before returning the favor, taking Eddie's plump lip between your teeth and tugging roughly making him growl as he slams his cock into you.
"Goddamn, baby.â he groans, kissing your lips, gliding his tongue inside. A metallic taste fills your mouth as your tongues swirl together wildly, your blood mixing together in your kiss.
"Call me baby again." you whimper, rolling your hips, grinding on his big cock. He feels so fucking good.
Eddie chuckles bringing his lips to your ear as he fucks you powerfully. His cock glides in and out of your slickness, the sounds loud in the quiet of the woods.
"You like being my baby?" he murmurs in your ear.
"Yes!â
"You feel so fucking good.. so fucking good." he praises, entering you deeply with every snap of his hips. Your head falls to the wooden floor as your back begins to arch.
"There we go, sweetheart." Eddie hums approvingly as your thighs begin to tremble.
He keeps himself buried deep, rolling into you, his thick cock filling you to the brim. He thrusts into you precisely, finding your sweet spot making your toes curl.
"Eddie! R-right there!" you whine, the pleasure of someone fucking you right for the first time was unlike anything you'd felt before. You didn't know sex could feel this good.
"Gonna take care of you, sweetheart.. I got you." Eddie reassures, keeping his pace, in and out, in and out.
His lips lock onto your neck sucking harshly. You grip the back of his head, holding him to you, the feeling of his lips sucking your skin felt delicious. His fingers meet your clit, quickly rubbing circles on the sensitive nub, making your eyes roll.
"Please don't stop... I think.. I think I'm gonna..â
"Cum for me, beautiful.â Eddie demands in your ear, sending you over the edge. You pull his hair roughly as your body jolts upward, your pussy clenching around him, spasm after spasm as you flood his cock.
"E-Eddie! Ohh my god.. f-fuck!" you practically scream, Eddie loving every second of you writhing beneath him. Watching as you make a mess of his cock. You can feel your cum coating your thighs as he continues to pound into you.
His hands tangle in your hair as his lips meet yours feverishly. Your entire body is overwhelmed as you cling to him, it's almost too much but you don't want it to end. He lifts your leg onto his shoulder, the new angle making you gasp.
"You're so fucking hot." Eddie moans, the sounds coming from him are everything you imagined they'd be. Even better.
"We're gonna cum together." Eddie orders as he leans down, taking your leg with him, his hard cock somehow reaching deeper.
"Together.â you whimper, feeling him stretch you out again and again. He speeds up, slamming into you wildly, your legs shake as you grasp for him, wanting him to be as close as possible. He leans down even more, you feel the strain of your leg muscles as he bends you in ways unknown to you before.
He sinks his teeth into your neck making your eyes roll to the back of your head as your nails claw at his back, sending red streaks across his tattoos.
"Gonna cumâŠ. wanna cum inside you.." he mumbles, his hips moving at an insane pace.
"Cum inside me, baby." you moan, completely losing all sense of anything but him as he fucks you senseless. A few more hard thrusts and you feel his cock twitch, his warm cum spilling into you as he moans your name.
"Fucking Christ." he laughs breathlessly as he collapses on top of you. Both of you lay there silently, your chests rising and falling rapidly as you come down from your high. You run your fingers through his curls as he rests his head on your chest.
After a few minutes you hear the crunching of leaves below you causing you both to sit up suddenly.
"Edward!" Wayne's voice calls from below.
"Shit."
"Come down here and eat your damn dinner.. 20 years old and still playing in a damn treehouse." Wayne mumbles as you hear his footsteps heading back through the woods.
You both look at each other and burst out laughing.
"Dinner, m'lady?" Eddie smirks, rounding up your clothes.
"Dinner sounds perfect.â you smile at him, feeling happier than youâve ever felt.
#eddie Munson x reader#eddie munson smut#Eddie Munson one shot#eddie munson x fem!reader smut#bestfriend!eddie munson#Eddie Munson
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Ex bf!Simonđ€âŹ
You're still close. Both mature adults, and you know him better than anyone - he can't lose you, can't stand the thought of letting go of the one person who understands him better than anyone.
When he comes back from deployment and you practically beg him to come to this new club in town with you, he almost says no, really really wants to say no, but when you look at him with saucer wide eyes and a little pleading squeeze to his hand, he agrees to pick you up at nine. Tells you to wear something pretty. He knows you always look pretty, really, but he can't help but miss being able to show you off.
When he picks you up on his black YZF R1, sees you standing there on the sidewalk, he has to adjust his seat on the bike with how embarrassingly hard he gets at just the sight of you all dressed up for him.
"I thought you'd bring the truck." You whine as he hands you his 'spare' helmet that he actually just bought with you in mind. Simon gives you an affectionate little pat on the thigh when you slide on the bike behind him, unable to stop your dress from rucking practically to your hips, the thin lace of your panties inadvertently brushing against his lower back, the worn leather of his belt inconveniently pressing into your clit and you try to think of anything but how wet it's making you. "Traffic's bad tonight, can get there faster on this." He explains, muffled by his helmet.
He keeps a hand on your thigh the whole way there, just like he did when you were together, claimed that it reassured him you were still there, still safe.
Walking into the club is an assault on your senses, and you involuntarily curl into his side as he guides you to the bar, a hand snaking around your waist to settle protectively on your hip, thumb caressing the slightly raised line of your underwear without realising how much it riles you up.
Simon easily manoeuvres you over to the bar, one hand on you at all times, keeping you with him, keeping you safe. He calls his drink order to the bartender over the heavy thump of the music before giving your side a little pinch to pull your attention back to him' "Did you say something?" You hum as you're pulled from your daze. "What d'ya want to drink, baby?" The sound of the music obscures the old pet name that comes out in moments like this where the line in the sand between you is blurred by loud music and the comfort of his hands on your body. "Moscow Mule."
He keeps you tightly to his side as much as possible, occasionally grabbing you by the pressure point in the back of your neck when you get distracted and wander off.
Simon lets you have your fun - until some sleazy bloke who looks like trouble has his hands on your hips, grinding your ass into his pelvis with a smug grin, thinking he's got you hooked. "Hands off, mate." Simon grunts into his ear, a hand snaking around your front, settling on your navel as he pulls your back to his front, and when you turn to look indignantly up at him, he leans his head down to speak directly in your ear. "He was minging, baby." And goes on to soothe you like a petulant child when you go to complain about being able to make decisions for yourself. "Didn't see 'im lookin' at you the way I did, yeah? Just trying to protect my girl."
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meant for this to be a drabble but I'm alr thinking about NSFW pt2. Feeling slutty!!!
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#cod mwii#cod mw2#tf 141#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#Simon ghost Riley x f!reader#Simon ghost Riley x yn#Simon Riley x reader#simon riley x f!reader#Simon Riley x yn#Simon riley#ghost x reader#ghost x f!reader#ghost x y/n#ghost simon riley#ghost mw2#simon riley x you#ghost cod#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x y/n#simon riley cod#ghost call of duty#cod ghost#cod#cod simon riley#ghost#ghost riley#call of duty#simon riley smut
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enha to chase | hyung line
summary: short (smutty) drabbles of enhypen hyung line inspired by chase atlantic songs.
warnings: smut, one-night stand (heeseung), misunderstanding (heeseung), high sex, drunk sex (jay & jake), semi-public sex (jake), infidelity (sunghoon), toxic relationship (sunghoon), angst, unprotected sex, stomach bulge (jay).
note: my two fave boy bands in the world are enhypen and chase atlantic so i decided to join the two. this is my first time writing short drabbles too so this was very unusual but fun. these are just based off the general vibes of the song, so the story might not fully match the lyrics. btw this fic format is inspired by @wh1msic4lwasab1, so credit to their incredible writing đ€
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heeseung â her (phases)
she said "we can do whatever you want, you could fuck me in the back of your car" but i won't ever get to stay with her, 'cause all i ever had was one day with her
Heeseung knew he would regret this day for the rest of his life, but you were so addicting that it was making him act like a moron.Â
The car was shaking from your rough movements, and the windows were fogging up, both from the heavy breathing and the pouring rain from the outside. Heeseung sat in the back as you straddled his lap and bounced up and down on his cock desperately.Â
His hands were on your waist, helping you guide your movements, and in all honesty, you werenât particularly graceful with them.Â
In the beginning, you were incredible. You were riding him like a wave, and the movement of your hips was making Heeseung see stars, but it was becoming all too exhausting now, trying to keep up with his stamina. Youâve already cum once, and your pussy felt sensitive and puffy, causing your movements to become choppy.Â
âSlow down, Y/N,â he groaned, having the urge to take control.Â
You shook your head, making your hair fall on your face. You whined desperately, âHeeâŠbaby. I have to make you cum. Let me.â You then leaned back slightly and rested your hands on his knees in a futile attempt to help you keep going.Â
Your mind was feeling hazy at the feeling of his cock filling you up, and you were angry at your body as you could feel another orgasm approaching while Heeseung was still not even close.Â
Before you could keep going, Heeseung swiftly flipped you over so you were on your hands and knees and started roughly slamming into you. Your whines were becoming louder, and you were sure that if anyone were to be passing by, they would hear your obscene noises.Â
Your face was now pressed against the leather seat, and you cried out as you felt your orgasm wash over you, just a bit before Heeseung spilt his seed inside you, coating your walls with his cum.
You couldnât believe he did that, given this was only a one-time thing, but it felt so good you couldnât bring yourself to think straight. Heeseung kept thrusting in and out of you, and you whined from the overstimulation.Â
Every time he pushed himself inside you, he moved his cum deeper and deeper inside your cunt, and you felt yourself being addicted to the feeling.Â
You knew you would regret this day for the rest of your life. Heeseung and you both knew you were making a massive mistake.Â
You were afraid of what was going to happen after the two of you left this car. You agreed with Heeseung to a one-night stand to help relieve your stress, but your relationship would never be the same after this.Â
Especially as Heeseung was always in love with you, and his heart clenched at the thought you would never be his.
jay â slide (beauty in death)
i don't wanna say that i'm god, but, i'll take you to heaven if you die [...] lying to me baby, make it worth it, make me earn it, they don't deserve you
It was the first time youâd ever gotten high, and you werenât doing particularly well. You were both sleepy yet also hyper-aware and entirely too horny for your own good. You were sure Jay was embarrassed by how you were acting at the party, but in reality, he found it all too adorable.Â
âJaybird,â you remembered telling him as you clumsily grabbed the collar of his shirt. You thought you were whispering, but all of Jayâs friends could hear you.Â
âYes, baby?â He said, his palms rubbing over your arms to help soothe you.
âPlease,â you said in a desperate voice, clenching your hands on the fabric of his shirt.Â
âPlease what?â
âPlease⊠Please let's get out so you can fuck me. I need you, please. I need your dick,â you whined. Your eyes were practically sparkling with tears, and you didnât notice the way Heeseung and Sunghoon busted out in laughter at your words.Â
It was a blur after that, and you remember somehow ending up in an empty bedroom with your clothes gone and Jayâs chest pressed up against your back. His touch felt so soft and soothing, and he held you and kissed you as though you were going to break.
He was always soft with you, but especially now, he was ever so careful and gentle, even in the way he slowly split open your cunt with his throbbing cock. No matter how slowly he went with you, however, you still felt sensitive from how deep inside you he was.
He couldnât see your face as you lay on your side, but he could tell you were still out of it.Â
âAhhâŠâm sorry, Jay. Iâm really sorry for embarrassing you,â you said in between your moans. You loved when he fucked you in this position because you could feel him so intensely.
He placed a kiss on the back of your head and said, âDonât be stupid now, darling.â He could never be embarrassed by you. If he were honest, he loved how bold you were tonight, as he was used to you being timid when it came to sex.Â
He had learnt to know the signs of when you got horny, like when you would make puppy eyes at him or when you would clench your legs discreetly, and although he didnât mind it, he liked this version of you as well.Â
He reached over to the lower part of your belly and pressed his palms against it, his mind going haywire at the feeling of his cock creating a bulge inside you. It was like you were perfectly made for him.Â
You gasped as he started quickening his pace. âSo good for me, darling,â he grunted as he kept slamming into you. âMy sweet thing, youâre doing so well.â
jake â die for me (lost in heaven)
you know how i love it when you ride on me, oh, lord, i'm in the water, take a dive on me [...] good god, she's on the floor, rollin' her eyes at me, oh
It was fucking freezing, but Jakeâs body heat was making it ever so slightly bearable. The sounds of your skin slapping against each other were filling the air, and you two had no care in the world as you fucked each other on the sand with the rushing water behind you.Â
Neither of you was thinking straight. You were both drunk off vodka, sopping wet after a skinny dipping session, and exhausted from the long night. Jake, however, made sure to put a towel underneath you, ever the gentleman that he was.
In fact, he was such a gentleman that he wasnât patient enough to get you home and had to fuck you right there on the beach.Â
âItâs fine, princess. Do you really think anyone is up this late?â You remembered him saying.Â
You were nervous at first and terrified at the prospect of someone coming to catch you, but it didnât take much convincing for you to get on your knees and start sucking on his cock out in the open.Â
All Jake had to do was flash his eyes that glinted in the moonlight and tell you how much he wanted you.Â
Jake could tell how much you enjoyed being out in the open like this. While your mouth was wrapped around him and bobbing up and down desperately, all he could focus on was how flushed your face was and how you were palming at your pussy to give yourself relief. Your eyes were rolled back, and you were taking him deeper than ever.
You were loving it.Â
You desperately wanted him to finish in your mouth, but Jake felt impatient and pushed you down on the towel, and now here you were grabbing at Jakeâs back as he plummeted inside you.Â
âFuck, Jakey, just like that,â you moaned as you felt him hit just the right spot within your walls. Your skin felt so cold, but his cock felt so warm inside you. The contrast was making you feel lightheaded.
âYouâre such a dirty girl,â he groaned from above as he split you open with his cock. Everything felt so heightened. You werenât particularly a risk-taker when it came to sex, but Jake loved the exhilaration of moments like these.
He still remembers the time he fucked you at a sleepover at Sunghoonâs place, with Heeseung mere inches away from you two sleeping. He never decided to tell you that Heeseung heard every moment of it, to protect your sensitive heart.Â
âFuck, princess, youâre so wet,â he said breathily. âYou love it, donât you? You always act like such an innocent girl, but I know how much it turns you on to think of someone catching us like this, isnât that right?âÂ
sunghoon â tidal wave (single)
if you don't wanna break his heart, girl, where the fuck is he, then? [...] and i say fuck the rules and let 'em find out but that's just how i'm feelin'
You could feel his breath on your forehead; even though you tried to avoid it, his gaze bore you. He hated when you didnât look back at him when he was fucking you. He roughly grabbed a handful of your thighs and slammed himself inside you, making you roll your eyes back into your head.
âHoonie...â you moaned. Your pussy was starting to feel sensitive, and you knew you were close. Sunghoon sucked on his teeth and cupped your chin to make you look up at him.
âKeep your eyes on me, baby,â he whispered. âEither that or Iâm not letting you finish. Understand?âÂ
You nodded weakly in response, but God did it hurt to look into his eyes. It made this all feel too real. When his eyes were on you like this, it was a reminder that you could never escape him, no matter how hard you tried.
You always loved him, but God did he hate you. At least thatâs what it felt like.
Why else would he hurt you like this? Why else would he tell you he wasnât ready for a relationship and break your heart repeatedly, just to come crawling back when you finally found someone who loved you back? He wanted you to belong to him, but he could never bring himself to be yours.
But did it really matter how much he hurt you when you always ended up like this? With your legs spread out, your cunt stuffed with his cock, and him plummeting into you so deeply it made you see stars.
He was ruining your life, but you were the pathetic one for letting it happen.
âDid you really think he could replace me?â he said cockily. You hated that question because the obvious answer was no. Jisung was perfect, and you were fucked in the head because even that was never enough for you.
Sunghoon was your dirty little secret. He was an addiction that was slowly killing you.
âFuck you,â you spat. âWhy would I want someone to replace you when youâre such an asshole? Jisung treats me like a princess.âÂ
You used all your strength to muster up those words coherently, as it was becoming harder to think with the thrusts of his hips intensifying. You could see the sweat dripping down his chest.Â
He reached his hand down, and you yelped as you felt his cold finger pads pinch your clit, sending an electric shock up your spine. You loved how good he made you feel. Nothing could ever compare to how well he knew your body.
âYou donât want to be treated like a princess, though, isnât that right? Deep down, you know youâre a whore, and you deserved to be punished like one.â His words were rough, but all too true.Â
Tears started welling in your eyes, and you didnât know if it was because of how overstimulated you were becoming or because his words were hitting too close to home.Â
âTell me this, Y/N. If heâs so fucking perfect, where exactly is he? Huh?â He loved fucking with your head. He was the one who pleaded with you to get in bed with him, and now he was punishing you for it.
#heeseung smut#jay smut#jake smut#jake sim smut#sunghoon smut#enhypen#enhypen x reader#enhypen smut#enhypen drabbles#enhypen hard hours
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Make You Feel My Love
Aemond Targaryen x Ex-Girlfriend
Summary: A few months after you break things off with your boyfriend, Aemond, you start receiving strange messages and phone calls from an unknown number. Things escalate when youâre sent a video secretly filmed half a year ago, of you and Aemond having sex.
Warnings: 18+, dark themes (mind the tags!), obsession, stalking, exhibitionism, blackmail, threats of violence, emotional manipulation, DUBCON (drunk sex), degradation, dirty talk, fingering, deepthroat, breathplay, spanking, P in V, hairpulling
A/N: Based on a request by anon, I hope you like this! Another spooky fic for the spooky season, Happy All Saint's Eve! đ€
Word Count: 5100
Your breath turns into small clouds in the cold air as you step out of the office building, the chill of late autumn biting through your wool coat.Â
Itâs already dark outside. The tall lamp-posts lining the empty streets cast a pale light over Cobblerâs Square, the business hub of Kingâs Landing. As you fumble with your gloves to put them on, your phone vibrates, breaking the silence of the still night. You glance down and see a message from an unknown number:
"Working overtime again?"
Your eyes linger on the screen. The message makes you shiver, itâs uncomfortably familiar yet oddly unsettling. You scan the sidewalk, wondering if someone from work might be pulling a prank at your expense, but there's no one around, just the faint murmur of traffic in the distance.Â
After a second of consideration, you decide it mustâve been someone texting the wrong number, so you slip the phone back into your pocket, and head toward the underground.
The one good thing about staying late at the office is that thereâs always a free seat on the train. You take a seat, put in your earbuds and close your eyes, relieved that another stressful day is behind you.Â
Still, the strange text youâd received leaves a knot of unease tightening within you.Â
Your mind drifts to recent news reports about a man harassing women across the city. Heâd been lurking around office buildings, the stories said, learning his victimsâ routines, showing up at the same places, always at the wrong times.Â
The coincidence is eerie, almost too frightening to think about. So you pull out your phone, trying to distract your wandering mind.Â
You scroll through recent news, and just as you feel yourself relax a bit, another reminder of your recent distress pops up on your screen,
Aemond Targaryen.
Itâs hard to keep up with recent affairs and not bump into him.Â
A member of the Targaryen family, one of the most powerful media dynasties in the country, he was untouchable, the kind of person people said was destined to rule the world. At first, heâd seemed like the everything a woman could wish for: captivating, attentive, always ready with grand gestures.
But as time passed, his attention turned darker.Â
His texts became constant, then invasive.Â
Heâd ask where you were at all hours, demanding you kept your location tracker on at all times. He would question your friends, arguing they were âbeneath youâ. He even hinted at you quitting your job as a political reporter, a position you had studied and fought for for 8 years, to come work for him. âIâll make you my personal assistantâ, heâd said, âKeep you close in case I need anything.â
His controlling tendencies, paired with his arrogant worldview was what ultimately led you to break things off with him . And when you finally did, heâd accepted it with chilling calm; no fight, no anger, just a quiet nod.
You force the thought from your mind, stepping off the tube and onto the platform.Â
Once youâre home, you kick off your shoes, lock the door, and sink into the quiet solace of your apartment. Youâre pouring a long-awaited glass of wine when your phone vibrates again.Â
The screen lights up, the same unknown number.
"I hope you got home safe."
The pit in your stomach returns.
It started off with little things.Â
Strange texts that seemed harmless enough. Then came the letters, always printed and neatly folded, never including a return address.Â
At first, you brushed them off. It was easy to wave away the unease, convincing yourself that it was a prank, a mix-up, maybe just a wrong number. They were never addressed specifically to you anyway.Â
A little discomfort, nothing more. But as the days turned into weeks, the messages began to change.Â
They werenât just random or generic anymore; they became specific, too personal, with a familiar vocabulary that made your skin crawl. Whoever was sending them seemed to know you intimately; your routines and habits.Â
Things you had never shared with anyone.Â
The messages were like an invisible set of eyes, always watching from places you couldnât see.
You still remember the first time you felt true fear. It was a Friday night when your phone rang, and you answered to hear nothing but dead silence.Â
No voice, no background noise, just the suffocating, empty void on the other end of the line. Stunned into silence, you waited, but the call never broke the silence.Â
Eventually, you hung up, convincing yourself that it was nothing, probably a misdial. But then the calls started coming more frequently. And with each passing second you had to listen to the silence on the other end, your unease grew.Â
The letters were even worse.Â
They began appearing not only in your mailbox, but slipped under your door as well, tucked into the gaps like sinister little secrets.Â
You remember holding one, your fingers trembling as you read the words, each line making your apartment feel smaller, as if the walls themselves were closing in on you. The messages never outright threatened, but their tone was unsettling, implying that the sender knew where you lived, what you did, even how you spent your quietest, most private moments.Â
Before they were impersonal, now they included your name as well.Â
You really shouldnât walk alone at night.Â
The city is full of dangers, and someone as precious as you deserves better. I watch you sometimes, you know.Â
I watch the way you clutch your bag a little tighter when the shadows loom over you, how you shiver when the wind cuts through your coat. It makes me want to keep you safe.
You work so hard, staying late at the office. It must be exhausting, always pushing yourself. But donât worry. Iâm never far away. Watching. Waiting. Ready to step in if you ever need me.
Sleep well tonight.Â
Iâll be thinking of you.
The animalistic fear the letters brought out in you caused tears of despair to shine in your eyes. Never before had you felt so unsettled; robbed of your sanctuary and stripped bare under the unrelenting gaze of an unknown threat.Â
When you thought things couldnât get worse, you notice it in the corner of your eye whenever you get off the tube. Someone has started following you home.Â
As with the other terrors, it began subtly.Â
A shadow moving just out of your line of sight, footsteps that kept the same rhythm as yours, only to fall silent when you turn to look.Â
Initially, you brushed it off as paranoia. The strange texts, calls and letters had made your nerves stand on high alert at all times. So you walk faster, clenching your keys in your hand, telling yourself you were imagining it.
But by now, itâs become undeniable.Â
On more than one occasion, youâve glanced back and caught the outline of a figure lingering just far enough away to melt into the darkness.Â
Once, you thought you saw someone duck into an alley when you turned around too quickly, and the image haunted you for days.Â
Each night, the walk from the tube station to your building feels longer, the streetlights casting distorted shadows that play tricks on your mind. In retaliation, you cross the street randomly, change your route, but the feeling never fades.
The worst part is that the presence doesnât make itself known.Â
It doesnât shout or approach.Â
It simply waits.Â
Watches.
Now, whenever you walk home, every gust of wind and rustling of leaves makes your heart beat fast and hard. You know someone is out there, tracking your every move.Â
Always lurking just out of reach.Â
The world around you has become a riddle of dark mysteries and hidden threats, and the sense of safety you once had feels like a distant memory.
You feel it every evening, that unnerving prickling sensation of being watched.Â
At the office, you catch glimpses of people who seem too familiar, faces that never linger but somehow stay with you.Â
On the train, you feel eyes on you, shadowy figures that seem to mirror your every move. Once or twice, youâve even taken detours down different streets, slipping into shops just to lose whoeverâs following you. But somehow, theyâre always there, just at the edge of your vision, close enough to make your skin crawl but too far to confront.
Tonight, as you step onto the station platform, your heart hammers in your chest. Itâs crowded, people weaving through the tiled halls, but even among the sea of strangers, you feel that presence nearby, watching.Â
You keep your head down, slipping into the crowd with hurried steps, your fingers gripping the strap of your bag like a lifeline. Your throat feels tight, and each breath becomes an effort as you board the train and move toward an empty seat.
Sitting by the window, you try to focus on the reflection in the glass. Your face looks pale and unfamiliar; a distorted version of yourself, yet itâs the background you watch carefully, searching for that familiar silhouette or lingering stare. The lights flicker across the trainâs interior as it pulls away from the platform, the steady hum of the tracks doing little to calm the creeping dread in your chest.
You finally reach your destination and exit quickly, walking down the street to your house in hurried steps.Â
Your eyes scan the dimly lit surroundings, every shadow and alleyway filling with the possibility of someone lurking. Halfway to your building, you spot itâa figure across the road, barely illuminated by the faint glow of the surrounding lamp-posts, watching you.Â
They donât approach.
They donât call out.Â
Just watch.
A chill crawls up your spine, but you force yourself to keep walking.
Each step feels like a lifetime as you quicken your pace, the distance to your front door stretching endlessly before you. The familiar sound of footsteps follows behind, soft but persistent, a reminder that youâre not alone.Â
You fumble for your keys, fingers shaking far too much for you to be graceful, and the moment the door swings open, you slip inside, pushing it shut and twisting the lock with a desperate click.
Safe.Â
At least, you think so.
You move to the window, pulling the curtains tightly closed and double-checking every lock, heart still racing. The eerie silence of your apartment only serves to amplify the tension, and you try to steady your breathing, pressing your back against the wall, reassuring yourself that youâre alone. But then your eyes fall to your phone on the counter, the screen lights up, casting a cold, unsettling glow across the room.
Another message from the unknown number.
âYou looked scared tonight. No need to be. Iâm just looking out for you.â
Your breath catches in your throat, and the room suddenly feels colder.Â
They were there, watching, close enough to see the fear in your eyes. You swipe through the messages, reading the last few words again and again, each one making it feel like the blood in your veins slowly turns to ice.Â
Every instinct tells you to delete everything, to block the number, but it wonât change the fact that they were there. They saw you. They know where you live, and they know youâre alone.
You check the locks once more, willing yourself to believe itâs just a cruel prank. But deep down, you know this is no mistake, no accident.
Tomorrow, you tell yourself, youâll file a report. Youâll talk to the police, maybe find a friend to stay with for a few nights. But as you lay down, staring into the dark, the words echo in your mind,
"No need to be scared. Iâm just looking out for you."
You close your eyes, but the sleep you need feels too far away to be attainable, and all you can feel is that presence.Â
Just beyond the walls.Â
Watching.
Waiting.
Itâs late at night when your phone buzzes again, the screen lighting up the dark room.Â
Youâve become almost numb to the sound of notifications, each one feeling like another weight to the stones of anxiety heavy on your chest.Â
You almost dismiss it, too exhausted to care for more ominous messages, but then that rush of fear washes over you once more.Â
Itâs not a text message.Â
Itâs a video, sent from the same unknown number thatâs haunted you for weeks.
You hesitate, one finger hovering over the screen as dread, dark and thick like petrol, pools in your stomach.Â
Slowly, you tap to open it, holding your breath in fear of moving even slightly. The video is shaky, filmed through a crevice from a distance, as though captured by someone hiding just out of sight.Â
Still, you recognise the setting instantaneously.Â
The Targaryen summer house.Â
The video depicts two silhouettes; one laying on the bed of one of the many guest rooms of the vast mansion, the other with their head between the first personâs thighs.Â
The filmer zooms in on the long, silver hair of the person kneeling next to the bed, and your heart beats so fiercely it feels like itâll leap out of your chest as the camera moves upwards, until it lands on your face, twisted in pleasure.Â
You remember the day clearly.Â
It was Aemondâs brother Aegonâs yearly summer party, an elaborate excuse for the Targaryenâs oldest boy to get shit-faced with the elite of Westeros.Â
Aemond, never a fan of crowds or parties, had lured you into one of the guest bedrooms for some âquality timeâ together, which quickly escalated into sex on the crisp, expensive cotton sheets.Â
You raise the volume, and can clearly hear the shameless moans leaving your mouth as your ex boyfriend makes you come on his tongue.Â
Your stomach turns.Â
The camera lingers far too long on your face, zooming in and out, capturing not only the sounds of your bliss, but each twitch and change in your face.Â
An overpowering sense of nausea washes over you as you realize that even then, someone was there.Â
Someone was watching, recording your most vulnerable moments from the shadows.
The video cuts off abruptly, and a new message appears beneath it,
âEven then, I was closer than you thought.â
Your blood runs cold, and your hands start to shake.Â
The message confirms your deepest fear.Â
This isnât a recent obsession.Â
Whoever this person is, theyâve been watching you for far longer than you imagined, lurking in the background of your life, inserting themselves into your most private memories.Â
You try to breathe, to think clearly, but the walls of your apartment once again close in on you, trapping you inside your body, fighting to run yet with nowhere to go.Â
The sense of violation is suffocating, and questions flood your mind.Â
How long have they been there?Â
How much have they seen?
Desperate and out of options, you swipe your thumb over the screen of your phone, and call the only other person who might have some answers.Â
Aemondâs fingers tap restlessly against the rim of his coffee cup. The twitch in the corner of his mouth tells you he's annoyed, and the speed of which his eye darts around the coffee shop, refusing to look directly at you, lets you know itâs your fault.Â
Youâre not sure if he can see the tears shining in your eyes, heâs barely looked at you since you came. He always saw crying as a sign of a weak mind, and so you do your best not to blink, scared a tear will fall and reveal just how pathetic you feel.Â
Itâs not like youâre doing a good job hiding it anyway. The dark circles under your eyes and the paranoid pleading in your gaze betray all your recent troubles.Â
âI-, Iâd like to thank you for coming here after how things⊠endedâ
Your voice is steady, yet there is a thickness in your throat that makes you sound a bit strange, like youâre trying too hard to remain neutral. A performance youâre not quite pulling off, despite your best efforts.Â
âMmâ
Heâs still not looking at you, stern face reflecting both disinterest and agitation. The relentless tapping of his finger continues, practically screaming at you to hurry up and confess why you asked your ex to meet up.Â
âIâll get straight to it. Yesterday, I received a video of⊠us. At that party where we-â, you search his face for recognition, chase his eye so it meets yours. Your voice lowers, practically a whisper,Â
â-you knowâÂ
âNo, I donâtâÂ
âAegonâs summer party⊠We snuck off to the guest room and-, you knowâ Â
Aemond finally lets his gaze meet yours, inspecting your features with a narrowed, suspicious eye.Â
Does he not believe you?Â
Before he can call you crazy, or dismiss your clear distress with a condescending laugh, you pull out your phone and show him the video. Itâs a bit dark and gritty, but itâs clear that itâs the two of you, Aemondâs head between your legs, your own thrown back on the bed in bliss.Â
âDo-, do you know who couldâve done this?âÂ
Aemond takes your phone and watches the video closely, pausing and zooming in on your half-naked body. Heâs seen you bare and crazed with desire countless times when you were dating, yet your cheeks heat up and you feel unexplainably vulnerable as he carefully examines the video.Â
After a few moments of contemplation, he hums again and hands your phone back,Â
âIâve no clue. Iâll ask Criston for the guest list, probably just one of Aegonâs insufferable friends having a laughâÂ
He stands to leave, and you momentarily panic at the thought of being alone again. Just as he turns towards the door, your hand desperately grabs the fabric of his coat, and those tears that had been threatening to spill from your eyes do just that,Â
âAemond, please, I have moreâÂ
You sound so small. So defeated.Â
He looks at you with the same harsh, unimpressed look even as you silently cry.Â
So cold.Â
Maybe itâs what you deserve?Â
âI need you, Aemond. Please just stay for a few more minutes and let me explainâÂ
Heâs frozen for a while, contemplating whether he should indulge you or leave, surely eager to dismiss you just as you had done to him, only a month ago.Â
With a sigh, his features soften somewhat, and he steps back, once again taking the seat opposite you.Â
âGo on thenâÂ
âI-, Iâve been getting all these-â, your voice breaks into a sob as you speak about your recent nightmare.Â
You hadnât dared speak to anyone about your recent terror, too afraid to acknowledge that what had occurred wasnât simply some insane fever dream.Â
â-all these messages and letters from the same number that sent the video. I donât know why but this person seems obsessed with meâÂ
You hide your face behind one of your hands, mortified by the humiliation of openly crying at a cafe, next to your ex nonetheless.Â
Aemond observes you for a moment before reaching out to place his hand over yours, warming the skin of your cheek. He catches one of the tears falling from your lashes with his thumb,Â
âSend me screenshots of it all and Iâll have Cristonâs team look through them. You know we own majority of Kingâs Guard Security, weâll find whoeverâs harassing youâÂ
A sigh of relief escapes your lips, and for the first time in weeks, you feel like you can breathe without a heavy stone of anxiety crushing your lungs.Â
You grab Aemondâs hand, warm and strong in your trembling grip, and squeeze it slightly,Â
âThank you, AemondâÂ
Aemond convinces you to take a taxi home, lock the door, and distract your unease with something calming, like taking a bath.Â
You do just that, and the warm water enveloping you feels wonderfully comforting.Â
You sink deeper in the tub, disappearing into the calm warmth. Just as you breathe out a deep breath that had been stuck in your throat for far too long, a sharp knock to your front door disturbs your peace. Â
Itâs as if a bucket of ice cold water has been dumped over you, and suddenly you shiver in the warm bath, feeling a chill overtaking you from within.Â
Another knock.Â
Youâre frozen in place.
Immobile.
Stuck in fear.Â
You donât know how long you sit in the tub, waiting for the courage to stand, dry off, and peek out of the bathroom.Â
There are no more knocks, and when your fingers are wrinkly and stiff, you finally get out.Â
Peering out of the bathroom and at your front door, everything looks the same. Your eyes dart around the room until they fall on the small, white piece of paper on the floor.Â
You pick it up with trembling fingers, and open it.Â
Before, the letters youâd received had been neatly placed in envelopes and never hand-written.Â
This note is different.Â
Let me in.Â
Tears of desperation well up in your eyes once more and you toss the piece of paper away as if it had burned you.Â
Utterly hopeless, you reach for your phone, dialing the number to the one person that had been occupying your mind all day.Â
Aemond sends for a car to come pick you up, going as far as instructing the driver to personally come get you from your flat since you feared the stalker was still somewhere nearby, watching you.Â
It was Criston Cole himself that showed up at your door, a high-ranking security specialist at Kingâs Guard Security, often invited to do risk analyses for the government.Â
Being reduced to a chauffeur was definitely far below his station, but when Aemond Targaryen hands you a task personally, you comply.Â
You wearily eye the pistol strapped to his waist as he walks you to his car. Your glad that precautions are taken to ensure your safety, but also devastated by the fact that it's even necessary.Â
Will this be your new normal?Â
The drive to Aemondâs place doesnât take long, and when you arrive, he offers you a slightly awkward hug in reassurance before pouring you a double whiskey,
âTo calm your nervesâÂ
You accept the drink and take a seat on the leather sofa placed in the middle of the large room. In front of you, tall windows show an exquisite view of Kingâs Landing, including all famous landmarks like Maegorâs Holdfast. To your right, tall bookcases of dark wood line the wall, cutting into the modern sleekness of Aemondâs home, making it more him.Â
You take a large sip of the whiskey, not minding the sharp taste that overtakes your mouth. The numbness of alcohol feels inviting after being on edge for so long.Â
Aemond takes a seat next to you, his knee bumping into yours as he sits closer than necessary on the wide sofa,Â
âYou can stay here as long as you wantâÂ
âThank you, Aemond. Thatâs very kind of youâÂ
A small smile forms on his lips at your compliment, and he looks down at his hands. Itâs almost a bashful look, and suddenly you guilty for the way you had so cold-heartedly dumped him.Â
Sure, he had been controlling, but if the last couple of weeks had proven anything, it was the fact that danger really lurks around every corner.Â
Maybe he had only been so controlling because he knew how dangerous Kingâs Landing truly is for young women? He had direct access to all cases filed with Kingâs Guard Security, heâs surely seen a lot.Â
When youâve finished your glass, Aemond wordlessly tops it up.Â
You finish that too, chatting a bit about work and what youâd been up to recently, prompted by Aemond asking and eagerly listening.Â
Your cheeks feel hot from the whiskey, and when youâve finished your second drink, you place it on the glass-covered coffee table and lean into Aemond only a little more, surprisingly relaxed.Â
Your eyes feel heavy as you look up at him,Â
âThank you. For everything todayâÂ
When he smiles, those dimples that you once adored appear in his cheeks. Heâs so beautiful in the soft light. So inviting.Â
âDonât mention it. The only thing I care about is that youâre safeâÂ
Youâre not sure if itâs a sudden wave for adoration, the long-awaited relief, or the whiskey, but when you stretch your neck to kiss him, Aemond cups your cheek and runs his tongue over your lower lip.Â
Your fingers feel tingly as they play with the buttons of Aemondâs crisp shirt. Your face is still comfortably warm, and when his kisses travel down to your neck, you sigh in content and throw your head back.Â
You watch the skyline of Kingâs Landing through the tall windows of Aemondâs home; white lights decorating the skyscrapers competing in height. Thereâs a strange, red dot decorating one of them, occasionally blinking.Â
Your eyes narrow to inspect it further, but quickly close as Aemondâs fingers slip into your underwear,Â
âIâve missed thisâ, he murmurs into your neck, and sucks at the skin.Â
âMe tooâ, you sigh.Â
His fingers know exactly how to work you, and after a few more tender kisses to your neck and deliberate flicks to your clit, you meet his fingers with your hips, desperate for more.Â
Just as youâre about to fall apart, Aemond withdraws his hand.Â
He slowly licks your essence from his sticky fingers, amused by your pathetic frown,Â
âPlease, Aemond. Donât be meanâÂ
Seeing him savour the taste of your cunt only makes it ache more.Â
âIâm not. You know what I wantâÂ
Maybe if you had less alcohol in your body, youâd realise how bad this is.
Fucking your ex is never a good idea.Â
But the heat of the whiskey warming your senses makes you reckless, and you smile as you kneel on the floor in front of him.Â
With eager fingers, you pull down his zipper and take his cock in hand, already hard and pulsating in arousal. Wasting no time, you lean forward to lick the tip before ungraciously taking him into your mouth, sucking as if your life depended on it.Â
Aemond tuts above you, a disapproving noise you know from when you were dating. You look up just as he moves his hands to cradle your face, mischief dancing in his eyes,
âYou can do better than thatâ he says and pushes deeper, until his cock is in your throat and you canât breathe.Â
He releases a prolonged sigh and stays buried in your throat, stealing air from you.Â
The harsh pounding between your thighs intensifies as the oxygen to your brain cuts off. You look up at Aemond, who regards you with a sinister grin, and shoves his foot between your kneeling legs, pushing at your clit.
Itâs the last push you need, a playful kick to your swollen nub, and you come with his cock still deep in your throat.Â
With no air to inhale and an excruciatingly consuming orgasm coursing through your body, you feel too light-headed to keep your eyes open, ready to succumb and disappear into the abyss of bliss that is the orgasm Aemond forces out of you.Â
Before you lose consciousness, Aemond pulls out, a glistening sting of spit falling from your lips and spilling down your chin.Â
Your ears are pounding from the rush of finally being able to breathe again, yet you hear it, like an echo in the distance.Â
Heâs laughing.Â
âFuck, thatâs a good little slutâ, he praises you, âGetting off on choking on my cockâÂ
He catches the drool on your chin with one hand, and forces you to stand with the other. Your legs still shake, and you stagger forward, almost falling into him.Â
He laughs again, amused or condescending, you can't tell, and manoeuvres you to kneel on the sofa facing away from the city landscape.Â
He brings the hand covered in your drool between your cheeks, and trails it down to your clit. You gasp at the sting of overstimulation, but Aemondâs hand doesnât budge,
âYou werenât supposed to come from that, dirty girlâ, he taunts you with a playful yet harsh smack to your ass. You whine and try to pull away, itâs all too much.Â
âI wanted to tease you for a bit longerâ, he whispers into your ear, and you can feel the leaking tip of his cock press between your cheeks,Â
âI wonât be mean though. My precious girl deserves betterâÂ
He slides in easily, the mess of your slickness, spit, and Aemondâs precum easing his path.Â
You lean forward to brace yourself against the backrest of the sofa as he starts to fuck you, pace quick and hard, just as you remember him liking it.Â
"Aemond", you moan and he goes harder, the smacks of his hips hitting the meat of your ass loud and vulgar in the quiet night,Â
âSay it againâ, he orders and pulls at your hair so your head falls back, âJust like that, baby, you look so fucking hot when I fuck youâ
When you donât comply fast enough, he pulls at your hair harder. You cry out his name, and he rewards your submission with a kiss to your cheek,Â
âGood girlâÂ
After that day, things change.Â
Aemond sends cars to pick you up from work so you wonât have to get on the tube. He distracts you from the eerie shiver thatâs settled into your bones by bringing you out to dinner, to the cinema, to a new wine bar.Â
He allows you to lean against him whenever you talk about the nightmare that the last few weeks have been. He even puts an arm around you, and occasionally presses his lips to the crown of your head. And he always listens carefully.Â
The controlling tendencies that had previously chased you away now provide comfort.Â
He knows where you are at all times, so no one can steal you away.Â
He always answers your calls, so you never have to feel alone.Â
He always meets your needs, whether itâs letting you talk shit about your boss for hours, or excitedly chat about a book you just read.Â
He's always near.Â
Always ready.Â
Always watching.
A/N: Thanks for reading! If you liked this and want more, check out my fic The Commune!
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What if reader's friends convince her to go on a date with another guy, and this guy is an absolute jerk? I think reader would call Eddie and ask her to come pick her up - why is every guy an asshole? Except Eddie of course đ€
ty for requesting :D â grumpy!eddie rescues you from a bad date then offers to take you on a better one (friends to lovers, hurt/comfort ish | 1k)
bug's summer fic fest (â êâ áŽâ êâ )
The sunset matches the color of your Slurpee. A fiery red and orange hue, like the mango and strawberry concoction in your cup. You sip from the plastic straw and pretend to taste the sky in your mouth â pretending not to notice the pounding bass of Eddieâs van as he peals into the parking lot.Â
You sit on the curb and keep your eyes trained on the cracked pavement under your feet. All cool. Like you hadnât called him for help at all.
âYou couldâve been more specific about where you were, you know?â Eddie shouts, punctuating his question with the slam of the car door. His worn sneakers scuff the concrete with each of his rushed strides. Youâd almost think he was actually worried about you.
âI told you I was at the payphone by the Seven-Eleven,â you shrug, tilting your chin to look up at the boy when he stands ahead of you.
âThereâs four of those,â he argues, with his lanky figure looming over you. He pushes his leather jacket off his sides (which he wears in spite of the summer heat) to put his hands on his hips. âSeriously. I counted âem all in the half hour it took me to find you.â
You squint up at him, hardly apologetic after the shit day youâve had. âWell, sorry for not being more clear,â you spit in a cynical monotone.
âApology accepted,â Eddie shrugs. He huffs and sits on the curb next to you while you slurp audibly at the slushie in your fist. He leans over to knock your shoulders with his. âWhat happened?â
âI donât wanna talk about it.â
âFigured⊠Can I have some, at least?â
Heâs only partly surprised when you hand over the drink without protest. He takes it in his ringed fist, looks inside to observe its content, then sips at the red straw (trying to ignore the nagging thought that your lips have been where his are now). The strawberry-mango mixture melts quickly on his tongue, foreign and sweet. ââS nice.â
You scoff like youâre owed the compliment. âRight? I let Josh try some earlier, and he said it tasted like shit. I was like, you know what, this is my final fucking straw.â
Eddieâs face screws. He wipes dramatically at his mouth with the back of his hand, hopelessly trying to erase the other assholeâs DNA. âAre you serious?â he mumbles, all annoyed âcause you hadnât thought to warn him beforehand. You donât seem to understand his meaning, though, as you shrug lazily in response.
âWell, him trying to feel me up in his car was my actual final straw. But then he hated my all-time favorite Slurpee, and I didnât even want to look at him anymore. I just told him to leave me here.â
The only thing Eddie hates more than putting his mouth where Joshâs has been â other than the thought of Josh taking you on a date at all â is the idea of Josh not treating you right. His chest burns with a withheld rage.
âAre you talking about fucking Josh O.?â he scoffs and passes the styrofoam cup back to you. âLike, the moron from Mr. Mundyâs, Josh O.? Thatâs who Steve set you up with?â
âUnfortunately,â you grumble and take another sip, more casual about the subtle spit-swapping than the boy beside you had been.
âHe was basically setting you up for failure, then. You know that, right?â
âI just wanted a free meal,â you confess quietly.
Eddie squints. His eyes flit from your profile, to your fidgeting hand punching holes in the ice with your straw, and back to your profile again. âWell, did you get one?â
âYep. We split one burger at the diner.â
A laugh sputters from his pink mouth.
Your head whips to glare at him. âItâs not funny.â
Eddie props his elbow on his knee to hide his smile behind his ringed hand. âI mean⊠It kinda is, though. âCause even I could buy two meals for us, and Iâm basically the brokest fucker in this town.â
âAre you offering?â
His brows pinch. âOffering what?â
âTo buy me a burger,â you say in a mousy voice, pretending to be innocent as you peer at him beneath your lashes, all doe-eyed.
âWhat?â Eddie scoffs through the sparkling in his chest. As a self-proclaimed metalhead, there was absolutely nothing metal about confessing to stupid crushes. âNo.â
âWell, it sounds a lot like youâre offering,â you tease before wrapping your lips around the straw of your drink.
âWell, this sounds a lot like talking for someone who doesnât wanna talk about it,â he mocks.
Your eyes narrow in annoyance. You part from your Slurpee and mumble through the ice on your tongue. âI wasted my quarters on you,â you deadpan.
Eddie rolls his eyes. He rises from the curb with a huff, wincing at the distant ache in his long legs. âCâmon, weirdo. Letâs go,â he urges, towering over you again.
You shake your head, gaze averted, suddenly shy. âIâm okay here.â
âLetâs go.â
âIâm serious, Eds. I donât feel like going home right nowââ
âIâm not taking you home,â he scoffs like itâs obvious. Your eyes flit back to his, suddenly hopeful again, and he tries not to cower. âIâm taking you to the diner. So I can get you a real meal.â
You seem particularly moved by the uncharacteristic act of kindness. âReally?â
âYes, reallyâ I donât want you to starve to death,â he grouses, feigning annoyance âcause itâs easier than facing his real feelings in the face. âNow, letâs go before I change my mind.â
He walks off ahead of you on long legs, leaving you behind to catch up. But, because he isnât a total asshole, he opens the squeaking passenger side door for you.
âCan I get a milkshake, too?â you wonder with a scrunched nose, helping yourself onto the cracked pleather seat.
âDonât push it,â Eddie squints. He goes to shut the door, then catches the pretty pout pinching your features. âFine,â he groans before slamming it shut.
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Awwww, look at you having all those pictures of me!! So cuute!!! Not even half of what I have of you though, you look so pretty in your sleep!
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prey and predator with logan ( does not go with my other ask)
Omg yesss you got it! @pickuptruck01
Warnings: breeding kink, creampie, Logan being a lil rough, scent kink, I think Logan called the reader a s!ut once?
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You were hiding from Logan on purpose in the closet. He didnât know what was going on, or so you thought.
You were about to get down and dirty with him before you mischievously ran away, winking before you disappeared.
He was a smart man. And he knew how filthy you were. How much you loved the way he dominated you.
âYou know I can smell you, donât you darlinâ?â You heard him call from outside the room you were in.
You didnât make a peep. You knew he knew you were in that closet. But this was a game. And so he went on to the next room.
You relocated to the dining room, hiding beneath the table. The table cloth went down the sides, so no one could see you under there.
You heard his boots walking, getting closer.
âI guess Y/Nâs not in here . . .â
He moved on again. You fought yourself to keep from laughing. This was so thrilling. You knew you couldnât truly hide from him. Not when you were this wet. He could smell your arousal from a mile away.
You got up once the coast was clear, heading down a hallway. You were going into another roomâ
âGotcha!â He growled, grabbing you from behind. âWhatâs this little game youâre playing, huh? You wanted me to hunt you down, slut?â
You smiled up at him, turning around and pressing lips against his.
âNu-uh. You wanna play that game? I hunted you down. I got my prize. Now I get to do with it what I want. Get your ass in there,â he motioned to the vacant room. Charles would be awfully upset, but oh well. That would be Loganâs problem.
He threw you on the bed, ripping clothes off of you, literally. âAll you had to do was ask, baby. You know I would have obliged.â
âIt wouldnât have been much fun if I told you beforehand,â you said, spreading your legs in invitation for him.
âI guess youâre right. Such a naughty girl, spreading your fucking legs for me like that. You want me between them?â
You whimpered when he knelt down, inhaling the scent of your cunt and growling. âFuck, youâd never be able to hide from me like this.â
He spread open your lips with his hands, licking a stripe from your hole to your clit, giving it a suck once he got there. âI could eat you out all fucking day,â he said before fucking you with his tongue.
Your hips bucked into his face, but he swatted them down quickly. âKeep still.â
He began to âmake outâ with your pussy, getting sloppy and inserting a couple fingers inside of you, twisting them around and making you squirm.
âWhat did I just fucking tell ya? Hold still. What are you trying to do?â
âItâs so much, LoâI canâtââ
He chuckled, the vibrations going straight to your clit. âCum then if you canât take it. Let it go, sweetheart.â
And so you did, all over Loganâs face. Yeah, you squirted all over his face, and he lapped it all up effortlessly. âFuck. Do that more often, mâkay?â
He turned you around, putting you on your hands and knees, hands grabbing at your ass and hips. âGonna fuck you now nice and good. Thatâs what you want, isnât it? Beg me for it.â
You looked at him, giving your best puppy dog eyes. âLoooo, please. You know I need you. I wanna feel full of your cock so fuckingââ
You didnât need to say anything else. He was inside of you in an instant, and he didnât start of slow. He fucked you like he needed air to breathe, balls hitting you with a smack with every thrust.
âIâm gonna fill this tight little pussy up, you hear me?â
He reached around between your thighs, cupping your cunt with his big hand, whispering âmineâ into your ear.
He began to rub your clit, making you squirm. âNope. Donât you dare try to run away from me. I know that little pussy is sensitive, baby. I fucking know. But give me one more, yeah? Give it to me.â
His dirty talk never failed to send electric currents straight to your core, and you came practically on his command, screaming his name.
He growled, somehow fucking you harder, chasing his high. âDammit, Iâm gonna fill that pussy up, you hear me? Iâm gonnaâah fuckââ
You felt his cum spray your insides all at once. When Logan came, it was in full, heavy loads. You couldnât ever hold all his cum inside of you, so it dropped down on the sheets beneath you.
He rested against your back, pressing kisses into your shoulder blades and rubbing you.
Finally he rolled over with you, his cock still plugging you up. âNext time you want me to hunt you down, just tell me, doll. Iâll hunt you down and breed you until Iâm satisfied.â
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Aaron having to bring his daughter with him to work for whatever reason? Sheâs tiny enough to not be running around and mainly just sleep on his chest all day. Itâs fall outside and sheâs in a warm teddy bear outfit so itâs literally like a stuffed animal on his chest as he works. She wouldnât remember anything she saw in files but he makes sure her head is never near anything bad. Makes his heart warm and happy when the others realize that sheâs there and coo over her and the outfit. Penelope takes pictures of them to send to you too đđ€
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i'm going to CRY cw; fem!reader, girl dad!aaron, small foyet reference
aaron's entrance into the bullpen piqued the interest of several, as it was different from any other, usual morning. not only was his briefcase in hand, but also a carseat, and a diaper bag was slung proudly over his shoulder. there were smiles from the team, some small nudges to look amongst the other units, as today's visitor was easily welcomed.
during breakfast, you had been notified your dentist appointment had been moved up, due to the office closing earlier within the day for whatever reason. with such short notice and jessica being unavailable, aaron was the obvious solution, and your daughter came to work with him - until you were done running a few errands and could drop by to retrieve her.
for the meantime - as she was there - aaron opted to work strictly on the no-pictures-included files. while she was never in close proximity to a file regardless, and today's onesie's hood happened to shield her eyes, and her little mind wouldn't process or remember anything - aaron didn't want to take any chances. he yearned to keep his daughter as far away from that, all the horrors the world possessed, for as long as he possibly could. jack had gained the knowledge - that monsters were real, just in human form - sooner than he would have liked. sadly.
currently baby girl was tucked into his chest, her right cheek smushed against him. she dozed off not too long ago; she had gotten a bit antsy and luckily his swivel desk chair allowed him to slowly rock her as he worked, in addition to soothingly shushing her, whispering that it's okay; ultimately calming her down. her little fingers found a near death grip on his shirt, clinging onto him as she slept.
when he had felt the pull of fabric, he gazed down and couldn't help but smile. aaron also took a moment, to soak it all in. the window of time where this was possible, was limited; her against his chest, small enough to be cradled in one arm, quiet and secure in the comfort of his office. all in too fast progression would aaron blink, and she would be way more interested in exploring and bouncing off the walls.
the thought immediately snapped his heart into two. if only she could stay that tiny, forever.
as he wrote, flipped a page, switched files, aaron was extremely careful to his movements. he tried not to rustle her, despite her being comfortably laid in his not-preoccupied-by-writing arm.
the sudden creak of his door lifts his eyes, penelope entering. the quietest of awâs leaves her as she approaches, with an extra spring in her step at the sight before her. in addition, she doesn't hesitate to whisk out her phone.
"i didn't know this cutie was here today." the words leave her in a gentle, yet high, pitched tone, giddiness laced within. her jaw fully drops as she catches sight of the cozy onesie the littlest hotchner inhabits, "oh my god look at her outfit!"
âgarcia.â aaron lightly warns as her volume heightens, his eyes flicking back up to her from his paperwork, his pen slowing.
âi know sorry sorry, i just neeeed to share the cuteness with the mrs.," penelope grins, aiming her camera at baby girl, and aaron, snapping a few pictures. "this is just, too dang adorable. she needs a copy, i need a copy, and i'll make you a copy too, sir."
that tugs aaron's lips into a smile, a small chuckle leaving him. "she's cute, huh?"
"um hello? cute doesn't even begin to cover it. please tell me you're the one who dressed her today. if yes, i might have to scream. just might."
"not today." aaron admitted, dropping his pen and fixing the small hood, which had fallen a bit too much in front of baby girl's face. again, his lips couldnât help but pull into a smile. god, he loved being a girl dad, and a dad in general. "but, i may have picked it out."
"i was right. i'm going to scream." quick to realize what she said, penelope held out her hands in defense - before aaron even had the opportunity to open his mouth - clarifying with wide eyes. "internally! i'm screaming internally."
aaron took a slight pause, before speaking. âactually, about the copies - â
penelopeâs shoulders dropped in defeat, her lips pulling to the side - an equivalent to an âeekâ. âwas i too enthusiastic?â
âon the contrary,â aaronâs expression softened, laughing gently as to again, not rouse baby girl. âwould you mind bringing me two? iâll need one for in here, and for my wallet.â
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fantasy - kim taehyung x fem!reader
đ€ pairing: taehyung x fem!reader, established relationship, married
đ€ warnings: pure smut (18+ only), no plot, degradation (tae calls reader a slut *affectionately*), dom/sub dynamics, masturbation, explicit language, fingering, use of vibrator
đ€ summary: you love a man in uniform. more specifically, you love the way your husband looks in a uniform. he attempts to come home and surprise you, but he's the one left in shock.
đ€ a/n: this is 100% based on that video of v on patrol. he is too sexy. đźâđš thus, this was born. hope you enjoy! âșïž
disclaimer: i am in no way affiliated with taehyung aka "v of bts". this is purely a work of fiction.
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This is a work of fiction and is not meant to represent real events or the actual personalities of any K-pop idols mentioned. All characters and situations are purely imaginary. This story is created for entertainment purposes only, and no harm or disrespect is intended toward the idols or their fans. Enjoy!
your thighs tremble, locking around the vibrator pressed to your center.
you're fighting your orgasm, not ready for the pleasure to end. if you had an ounce of shame, you'd be embarrassed by how quickly a few photos of your husband can make you cum. but, alas, you have none.
shutting your eyes in ecstasy, it's hard to focus when the vibrator is so steady against your clit, massaging the sensitive nub. still, your mind drifts to him. he looked even bigger than the last time you saw him. firm muscles filling out the black uniform, a timid smile on his perfect face.
and ugh, did he have to be so polite? you're caught between cuteness aggression and the need to jump his bones. the latter wins.
he quite literally looked like your ultimate fantasy. it flashes through your mind. taehyung hovering over you, still dressed in that black uniform. you can almost hear his deep voice, whispering pure filth into your ear.
goosebumps break out over your body. the vibrator feels amazing, your vagina clenching around nothing. you feel hot all over and unable to keep teasing yourself. if your husband were here, he'd be able to give you exactly what you want. the thought makes you press harder, wetness coating the silicone toy.
"fuck, tae," you whine out, still imagining his thick cock inside of you.
"i guess we're both suprising each other today." his low timbre makes you scream, heart beating out of your chest.
"ohmygoshwhatthefuck!" you're trembling, yanking the vibrator away to regain your bearings. your husband only lets out a chuckle, making his way over to the bed. and that's when you notice.
that fucking uniform.
he's still fully dressed. the black fabric pulled tight over his newly acquired muscle. you saw him just a few weeks ago on his break, yet he's somehow gotten even bigger. his hair has grown out a little more, too. you're appreciating his tanned skin, loving the way it contrasts the dark uniform.
"tae, what are you doing here?" you breathe out, rising up to meet his lips. the kiss accelerates your heartbeat, arousal stirring deep in your stomach. he brings an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his warm body. he's a little rough nowadays, a desperation he's picked up since being in the military. you feel that way, too, hands roaming all over him.
"i requested more time off," he breathes in between kisses, "needed to see you again." his admission turns you on even further, in love with the way he loves you. his hands are greedy, slipping from your waist to grab handfuls of your ass. you made it easy for him. one of his loose t shirts paired with your thong does little to cover you.
"missed you so much," you whine out, head lulling back, lost in the way he kisses down your neck.
"i can tell." you hear the smirk in his voice, suddenly remembering the predicament he caught you in just a few moments prior.
"about that..." you mutter, suddenly feeling shy again. you're quiet for a few moments, finding it hard to focus on anything aside from the way his hands feel against your skin. they're rough, obviously a side effect of his active duty. the cool metal of his wedding ring sears into your heated skin, the sensation driving you wild.
"i do the same thing, baby. almost every night," he huffs, tucking an arm under under your ass to wrap your legs around his waist. he lowers you onto the mattress, strong frame hovering over you. a moan slips out of you, the sight of your fantasy playing out in front of you is almost too much to bear.
"i get in the shower and imagine you're there with me," he speaks against your skin, starting from the valley of your breasts. "i get so fuckin' hard, and all i have is my hand," he confesses, closing his lips around your hard nipple.
"s-shit baby," you moan, running your fingers through his short hair. he's almost animalistic in the way he sucks your breast, tongue swirling around your areola. he massages the other with his hand, rolling your sensitive nipple between his fingers.
"had to come home and have you in front of me. couldn't take it anymore," he grunts, finally pulling your shirt off. his eyes are dark, unabashedly checking you out.
your nipples are hard, and he watches them rise up and down each time you pant. he studies your body, eyes finally landing on your skimpy thong. an unmistakable groan reaches your ears, more arousal flooding the flimsy fabric.
"tae, c'mon please," you beg, reaching for his arms to do anything. you don't even care what he does. you just need to feel him.
he lowers himself to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot. holding himself up with one arm, he's careful not to put his full weight on you. his soft lips trail up to your ear, pressing a delicate kiss there.
"tell me what you were thinking about, baby," he hums, slowly dragging his hand down your stomach. he toys with your thong, dipping in, still not deep enough to give you much stimulation. the sensation makes you clench around nothing, desperation coursing through your veins.
"t-this, i was thinking about exactly this," you confess. he rewards you immediately, middle finger slipping down to draw slow circles on your hardened nub. his cock throbs at the loud moan you let out, sounding like an absolute wet dream.
"yeah, just needed me to come home and touch your little pussy?" he coos into your ear, before sucking a love bite right below your jaw.
you swear you're going to come any second. all of it is too much, but not enough at the same time. his body is so warm and inviting, and his scent floods your senses. it's a clean scent, laced with a hint of musk that makes your eyes roll back.
"y-yeah, saw a picture of you in that uniform," you squeal, hips bucking into his hand. he's using more pressure, rubbing faster circles into your clit.
"what a slut. you started touching yourself just from a picture?" he's teasing you. the cockiness in his voice is so attractive. he has a smug look on his face, studying the way you shamelessly grind into his hand, chasing your long lost orgasm.
"mhmm, 'm a slut for you, tae," you babble, unable to focus on anything but this earth-shattering pleasure.
"i know you are, baby. that's why i fuckin' love you." you jump at the sudden vibration. he's using one hand to press the vibrator against your clit and using the other to fuck you with his fingers.
"o-oh, i'm gonna cum," you gasp. the squelch of his fingers sliding into your wetness makes you feel filthy. he presses a button, making the vibrations grow stronger. you whine out, more wetness coating his fingers.
"damn, you're wet." his deep voice only adds to your pleasure. his fingers are thick, gliding against your walls with ease. the stretch is perfect, exactly what you've been needing.
"shit, shit, shit!"
"yeah, baby. go ahead and cum on my fingers," he mutters, brushing against that spongy spot inside of you. the moan you let out is pornographic, satisfaction radiating throughout tae's body.
"yeah, let it out. good girl." his praise sends you over the edge, clenching around his fingers like a vice. he works you through your orgasm, slowing pleasuring you through the intensity. you're seeing stars, the orgasm overriding your senses.
you hear tae's soft affirmations in your ears. a steady stream of good girl, so pretty, my perfect girl, only add to the airy feeling. it takes you a minute to come down. he slowly lowers the vibrations, not wanting to overstimulate you.
"you still with me pretty girl?"
"i'm good, baby," you mumble, nestling into your husband's side. he kisses your forehead, pulling you closer to him. he stays with you for a few minutes. your breaths become slow and shallow, fully relaxing into the mattress.
"i need to get changed, sweetheart," he whispers, untangling himself and tucking your body under the covers.
he hovers over you, unable to take his eyes off your peaceful form. your eyes are closed, a content smile on your lips. this is exactly why he needed time off. he's been missing you so much that it hurts.
"tae, get changed so you can hurry back," you whine, a warm blush spreading across his cheeks. he thought you were asleep, and he's been staring at you like a creep. but, he's too in love to care.
"okay, baby," he soothes you, pressing a final kiss to your forehead before heading to his wardrobe. he trips over himself a few times, excitement making him jittery. he laughs at himself, feeling like a lovesick fool. but, he wouldn't have it any other way. and neither would you.
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OPPOSITE - charles leclerc
in which. . y/n l/n was everything charles leclerc wanted, until he didnât â cl16 x singer! reader
notes : first post in sososososo long!! hope u guys like it and it does well đ€đŒ
and NO HATE towards alex! i ADORE her smm but i needed someone to match the description that sabrina gave in her song
type : smau â face claim : sabrina carpenter
december 16, 2019
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y/nuser itâs so romantic in paris đ€đ€
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charles_leclerc all because of you mon amour đ
y/nuser je t'aime âïž
user6 THE MOON AND SUN??
francisca.cgomez BABE?? THE HAIR?? THE DRESS?? OMG IM DYING
y/nuser KIKAAAAA ILYSMMM MWAH MWAH
user1 A MAN?? OMG?? A VROOM VROOM GUY?? WOAHHHH
user2 they just became public and theyâre already making me feel single đ
user3 OH GOD WHAT?? OH GOD
user4 theyâre lowkey cute đ€đ€
user5 THE SOFT LAUNCH OF FUCKING 10 MONTHS HAS FINALLY ENDED I THANK EVERY DEITY I HAVE PRAYED TO FOR THESE PAST MONTHS đđŒđđŒđđŒ
february 26, 2023
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y/nuser when in doubt, turn the piano on <3
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charles_leclerc je t'aime, ma lune đ ( i love u, my moon )
y/nuser je t'aime plus, mon soleil âïž ( i love u more, my sun )
user1 the moon and sun duo is back âčïž
user2 SHE LOOKS SO PRETTY UGH
user3 the note :(
user4 did charles write that for her?
user5 i donât think so, iâm pretty sure thatâs her handwriting
user6 the second pic made me feel so single
gracieabrams ARE WE GETTING A NEW SONG??
y/nuser IDK ARE YOU??
user7 WHAT WHAT WHAT
user8 Y/N PLS WE ALL BEG, WEâVE BEEN STARVED FOR TOO LONG
user9 if they break up, iâm going to stop believing in love.
march 14, 2023
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f1updates ferrari driver, charles leclerc caught with mystery woman who is not popstar y/n l/n!
charles and y/n have been in a relationship for almost 5 years. they made their relationship public on december 16 in 2019 after 10 months of dating. they seemed to be deeply in love with each other so what might have been the reason for charles to be caught with a different woman?
let us know your thoughts and feelings on this in the comment section below.
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user1 what the fuck? charles what the actual fuck is wrong with you?
user2 i canât believe the nerve of this man?? FIVE FUCKING YEARS?? down the drain just because he couldnât keep it in his pants
user3 both charles and the girl are in the wrong because while y/n and this creature kept majority of their lives together private, they still posted about each other regularly so itâs not possible that the girl didnât know that charles was taken
user4 the audacity of this man? his girlfriend is at the studio most likely writing a song for him and this man is out in the broad daylight cheating on her??
user5 studio?
user4 yeah, she was caught walking into a studio a while before this was posted
user5 fuck bro, thatâs so sad
user6 everyday i wake up and wonder where the fuck do men get the audacity to do this shit and stay sane
user7 iâm actually speechless right now. all i can say is poor y/n, she looks so in love with him whenever theyâre together and then this man pulls this shit
user8 we were about to get another song about y/ncharles :(
user9 i havenât just lost faith in men, iâve lost faith in love as well
march 14, 2023
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lanthedodo y/n/n, iâm so so so sorry. i promise u NONE of us knew about this
lanthedodo we are all always here for you â€ïž
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may 25, 2023
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alexandrasaintmleux in paris with amour âïž
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charles_leclerc the star to my sun
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user1 this is very similar to the post made by y/n
user2 the nicknames. that hurts me :(
user2 the audacity of these two. ch*rles got bored of the moon so he moved onto another star. honestly fuck off dude.
user3 beautiful couple đ ( i giggled at this )
user4 girlie is trying wayyyy too hard to be like y/nâŠđ€
june 6, 2023
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y/nuser iâve kept all of you guys starved for too long now </3
from my heart to yours, âoppositeâ is now out đ
taylorswift iâm so proud of you bby đ
y/nuser tyy đ€
lilymhe sobbing, breaking down, screaming, crying, on the floor, breaking dishes
y/nuser LILY BBY đđ
alex_albon sheâs not even joking. thereâs actually broken dishes on the floor and sheâs about to flood the living room with her tears
lilymhe shut up. no one asked you đ„°â€ïž
maxverstappen1 you did so well with this song! proud of you y/n/n đ
y/nuser tyy so much maxie đ«¶đŒđ«¶đŒ
user1 MOTHER IS SO BACK
user2 MIGHT AS WELL SNATCH MY HEART OUT AND STAMP ON IT ATP
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user3 you did so well y/n, we are all so proud of you for being strong and loving đ€
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y/nuser thank you so so much, i love all of you so much đ«¶đŒ
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Motive | Pornstar!Javier Peña x Fem!Reader | Part 3 of Unscripted Desire | ~10k wc | Series Masterlist | gif cred | Explicit. Minors DNI.
Summary: Another chaotic shoot... but at least it's in Malibu?
Tags: more plot keeps sneaking into the porn, angst, frankie has entered the villa, jealous!javi, reader stands on business, it's a porn set other people are also fucking, masturbation on camera (m), dirty talk, lots of cursing (f bombs my beloved), an attempt at a blowjob, javier can't get it up, a dash of misogyny, author projects her ooc thoughts about problematic age gaps in the porn industry, no use of y/n, reader has a degree in film production, other shit iâm probably forgetting.
A/N: me nervous that part 3 isn't going to live up to the hype? more likely than you think! đââïž this fic is taking on a brain of its own and i'm just along for the ride, baby! for my just the tip stansâ i'm sorry but i'm going to have to edge you until part 4 *crowd boos and i'm dragged off stage* i was going to wait to post this, but i really wanted to get it out because i'm so damn proud of it lowkey, lol, so i hope you all like it đ€ let a bitch know what ya think! also, shoutout to my pookie @persephone-girl for reading over this đ love u mamas
Your phoneâs shrill ring pierces through the haze of sleep, and you groan in frustration, burying your face deeper into the pillow.
The comforter is pulled tight over your head, shielding you from the annoyingly bright sunlight filtering through your window. Your hand shoots out, fumbling blindly across the bedside table until your fingers finally close around the receiver.Â
âWhat?â you grumble, voice thick with sleep and muffled beneath your sheets.
âThere she is! My beautiful, talented camerawoman. Have I ever told you how much I appreciate what you do?â Robbieâs overly cheerful voice blares through the phone, so you pull it back from your ear slightly, wincing.
âWhy are you calling me this early in the morning?â you snap, already regretting picking up.
âEarly? Itâs almost noonââ
âWhat do you want, Robbie?â You cut him off, not in the mood for small talk, especially since last nightâs bar shift ran past four in the morning. You were hoping to sleep through most of the day, recovering in your bed with no interruptions. Clearly, that plan has gone out the window.
âLook, Iâve got a big shoot happening in Malibu today and Iâm short-staffed. I could really use your magic touch behind the camera.â
âNo.â
 âCâmon,â he drags the word out, âIâll make sure youâre well compensated for working on your day off.â
You rub your eyes, the remnants of sleep still clinging to you. âHow much?â
He tosses out a number, and despite your best effort to remain indifferent, your eyes widen. Damn. Thatâs more than decent money.
âMalibuâs all the way across town,â you point out, âI wonât make it there in time if I take the bus. And a taxi? Thatâll cost me a fortune.â
âDonât worry about that. Your rideâs outside waiting for you.â
You blink, confused, and get out of bed, dragging the corded phone with you as you move toward the bay window. You pull the curtain back just enough to peer down at the busy street below.
Sure enough, Steve is there, leaning casually against his Jeep with sunglasses on, a cigarette between his lips. The second he spots you looking down, he grins like the cheshire cat and waves.
âSeriously?â you mutter to Robbie, flipping Steve off with a half-hearted smile. âAnd what if Iâd said no?â
âWe both know you wouldnât have.â
After a few more quick exchanges, you hang up, glancing once more at your ride through the window before turning to rush and get yourself ready for the day ahead.
Truth be told, youâre still not fully awake, your body moving on autopilot as you shuffle through your morning (midday) routine.
Itâs been ages since youâve been to the beachâ especially one as nice as Malibuâs. The thought of it softens the blow of losing your rest day. You tell yourself youâll make the best of it, turning this unexpected workday into something that benefits you, too.
After shooting wraps, youâll indulge in a quiet evening by the shore, sinking your toes into the warm sand with a good book in hand. No rush to head back. This time, youâll gladly take a taxi if it means getting some peace seaside.
With that plan in mind, you dress for the day accordingly. Your halter-style bathing suit doubles as a cute top, the color complimenting your skin, while your favorite denim shorts sit comfortably over your bikini bottoms.
You pack a few essentials into your beach bag and make sure to grab your camera bag as well. Once youâve double-checked that everythingâs packed, you make your way downstairs, feeling a bit more awake now.
Steve catches sight of you approaching and flashes a dramatic grin, straightening up like heâs about to chauffeur royalty.
âYour chariot awaits,â he announces with an exaggerated flourish, swinging the passenger door open.
You roll your eyes, but you canât help the bemused laugh that escapes your lips. âGod, youâre ridiculous,â you mutter, shaking your head as you climb into the seat, tossing your beach bag onto the floor.
He shuts the door behind you with a smirk. âRidiculous? I prefer charmingly dedicated to my craft.â He hops into the driverâs side, flicking the cigarette away before starting the car.
You snort at his self-satisfaction, leaning back against the seat and putting on the seatbelt.Â
âMalibu, huh? How the fuck did he manage to swing that?â
He chuckles, one hand lazily draped over the wheel, the other tapping out a rhythm on his knee. âHe didnât tell me much eitherâ just asked me to stop by and pick you up on my way.â
That makes sense. Robbieâs always been a bit scatterbrained, occasionally running around like heâs managing a multi-million-dollar empire when, in reality, heâs holding it together with duct tape and half-assed enthusiasm.
The drive is surprisingly fun, Steveâs constant jokes keeping your spirits high. He always manages to make you laugh, which is why you tolerate his quirks.Â
âIâm pretty sure Javiâs going to be there,â he says, almost too nonchalantly, meaning heâs in the mood to be messy.
You keep your gaze focused on the coastline, watching as palm trees blur past. The wind from the open windows has you squinting momentarily, but it canât cool the sudden heat spreading through your body.Â
âItâs not going to be weird seeing him, right?â He presses and you finally turn to face him, moving your sunglasses to the top of your head.
âWhy would it be weird?â you ask, the challenge clear in your voice.
He shoots you a look, brows raised and lips quirked in that irritating way of his. âOh, I dunno. Maybe âcause of the whole flirtinâ with you during the middle of a scene thing? Or, yâknow, the elevator incident⊠which, by the way, what the fuck even happened there?â He glances at you, curiosity practically oozing out of him.
You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest defensively, but you canât stop the way your thighs rub together at the memory.Â
Javierâs mouth... God. âNone of your damn business.â
âDonât tell me you fucked him.â
You laugh, loudly, the sound bordering on forced. âAbsolutely not.â
He shoots you that okay, sure look, and you groan internally.
Steveâs like a dog with a bone when he gets curious, and you know heâs not going to let this go until you give him something. You sigh, deciding to indulge himâ partially.Â
âHe was being an asshole,â you start, and he immediately interjects with, âNothing new there,â causing both of you to share a laugh at Javierâs expense.
You shake your head, returning your sunglasses to the bridge of your nose. âNo, seriously. He was pushing my buttons, being his usual peacock self. I donât even know how it escalated, but one moment weâre arguing, and the next... heâs got his tongue in my pussy.â
Steve chokes on his own spit at your bluntness. Heâs heard and seen much worse on set, yet your confession has him all tripped up.Â
âSo, you did fuck him?â
You roll your eyes again, shifting in your seat as the horny flashbacks hit you all at onceâ Javierâs lips wrapped around your clit, the perfect rhythm of his tongue, his fingers.
You shove those thoughts away, focusing on the road ahead, annoyed at both Javier and Steve now. âGetting head isnât fucking. Itâs, like, third base. And anyway, I made it clearâ thatâs all he was getting from me. Iâm not about to waste my time rolling around in bed with him.â
He gives you a lookâ a knowing lookâ and you scoff, shaking your head. âWhat now?âÂ
âNothing. Youâre just the first person Iâve heard say that about him.â
âSomeoneâs gotta humble his ass,â you mutter, though the words feel heavier than they should. You try to act like youâve put Javier out of your mind, like that moment was nothing but a blip in your life, but deep down, you know itâs not that simple.
Youâve never met anyone like him, and the fact that he can elicit such reactions from you pisses you off so bad.
As the coastline stretches out in front of you, Malibu drawing closer with every mile, you canât help but wonder if seeing Javier today will be as easy as youâre pretending it will be.
The mansion is far more extravagant than anything you could have imagined. Its grand facade, with towering columns and ivy crawling up the sides, feels like something out of a movie set, and for a second, you almost forget why youâre here.
But then, as soon as you step past the threshold, you hear itâ echoing from deep within the house are the unmistakable sounds of exaggerated moans, grunts, and the rhythmic thump of bodies meeting.
You adjust the strap of your camera bag on your shoulder, your beach bag abandoned in Steveâs car. As you step further into the foyer, Robbie appears, that infamous smirk plastered on his face.
âLong way from home, arenât you, Dorothy?â he jokes, taking in your wide-eyed amusement as you scan the expensive decorâ the towering glass chandelier overhead, the marble floors gleaming beneath your feet, the floor-to-ceiling windows.
You canât help but be a little impressed.Â
But of course, heâs there to give you shit about it. You turn your wide-eyed gaze into a glare, bringing your attention to him. âSo funny. You should quit your current sleazy day job and take up another sleazy oneâ stand up,â you reply, your voice dripping with sarcasm.
He just grins, unbothered by your sharp tone. âYouâre always a joy to work with. No wonder Javi asked for you specifically.â
Your entire demeanor shifts viscerally and you curse yourself for it mentally, caught completely off guard. âWait, what? Javier asked for me?â
He shrugs, indifferent to your confusion. âYeah. Heâs set for a solo shoot upstairs in one of the bathrooms before heâs on with...â He snaps his fingers, trying to remember. â...Mariella. Real pretty girl, itâs her first on-camera gig today.â
The world blurs a little as your mind zeroes in on that one bit of information: Javier asked for you. And not just for any shootâ a solo one. You blink, shaking your head to clear the fog. âIâm sorry, can we go back to the part where I was summoned here by someone who isnât my boss?â
âOh yeah, he made a real fuss about it. Sent away the other guy we had lined up for the shoot. Told me he wouldnât do it unless you were behind the camera. Even offered to pay out of his own pocket just to get you here. Itâs the only reason weâre paying you as much as I promised over the phone.â
Your stomach twists and you can feel your face settling into a deep frown, the kind that pulls some of your mood down with it. So thatâs why he dangled such a big paycheck in front of you this morning.
After the elevator incident (as Steve has so eloquently named it), after the intense heat of his mouth on you, the way he had youâ he said heâd leave you alone. He was supposed to respect the boundaries you set, but here he is, yanking you back into his orbit.Â
You can already picture him upstairs, lounging in one of those stupidly lavish bathrooms, probably smirking that damn smirk of his, waiting for you.
You try to squash down the way your pulse quickens at the thought, the lingering memory of his fingers digging into your hips, his tongue working between your thighs, is beckoning you into temptation again.
âFucking great,â you mutter, more to yourself than your boss. You have half a mind to storm up those stairs, find the pornstar, and give him a piece of your mind before marching right back out to spend your day on the beachâ free of drama and distractions and him.
But the reality is, youâre being paid nearly three times what youâd normally make on a gig like this. Itâs enough to drown out the temptation to walk away, however satisfying that would be.
Youâre an adult. Youâve dealt with worse. You can handle this.
Robbie gives you a sidelong glance, clearly sensing your hesitation. âYouâre not backing out, are you?â
With a sigh, you force a smile and shake your head. âAs good as itâd feel to leave, no, Iâm not. Iâll be up in a sec.â
Relief flashes across his face, and he gives you a few pointers before rushing off into this maze of a house.
You linger for a second longer, taking a deep breath to shake off the nerves. Come on. Get it together. After a final mental pep talk, you head toward the grand staircase that winds up to the second floor.Â
The sight that greets you at the top of the stairs stops you in your tracks: Lexxie is splayed out on her back atop some console table, currently getting the life fucked out of her. The visual is chaotic but nothing new. Youâve seen it a hundred times before.Â
A guy with a scruffy beard and a beat-up baseball cap stands behind the camera, looking more bored than impressed, barely watching as the two stars go at it.
You lean against the nearby railing, your voice cutting through their heavy breaths and grunts. âGuess your marriage to Javier didnât last very long,â you tease from off camera, referencing the honeymoon shoot.
The starâs eyes snap open at the sound of your voice, and she flashes you a playful, almost sweet smile in between heavy breaths. âKinda regretting stepping out on himâoh, fuck.â Her snappy comeback dissolves into a breathy moan as the guy currently rearranging her on the table pushes her legs up to her chest, hitting just the right spot.Â
âSorry, didnât mean to ruin your shot,â you say, throwing a glance at the cameraman, knowing how annoying it can be when someone messes with your focus.
He waves it off with a lazy shrug. âItâs not ruined. Honestly, I wouldâve quit filming ten minutes ago. Itâs starting to drag. Iâm impressed theyâre still going.â
You let out a small laugh, nodding in agreement. âYeah, theyâve got stamina like you wouldnât believe. Makes me feel lazy in bed sometimes, but then I remember how unrealistic this shit actually is.â
He chuckles, scratching at his jaw. âShould make it an Olympic sport. Bet weâd bring home gold.â
âPretty sure that already exists and it happens in the Olympic Village.â You smirk, finally peeling your eyes away from the couple to look at him properly.
Heâs cute in that disheveled, stray-dog kind of way. His curls poke out from under a worn baseball cap, his beard patchy, and his clothes rumpled, like he just rolled out of bed and threw on the first thing he could find. He fits in perfectly with the kind of guys youâd expect on a porn crew.
Earning a genuine laugh from him, he extends a hand. âIâm Frankie.â
You shake it, offering your name in return. âIâm also part of the crew. About to go shoot a scene in the master bathroom.â You explain, noticing how his grip lingers just a little, his smile playful and easy. You feel a bit of warmth rush to your cheeks, and heâs about to say something whenâ
âOh fuck, Iâm about to cum!â Lexxieâs voice is piercing, loud and breathless, pulling your attention back to the scene.
You shake your head, stifling a laugh. âWell, thatâs my cue,â you mutter, stepping out before you get too caught up flirting with him.
âNice meeting you,â he says before dismounting the camera, moving in closer to capture the so-called money shot.
Cute. Too cute. Itâs almost enough to make you forget about the man youâre about to see.
You push open the door to the room Javierâs in, and the sight of him has you doing a double take.
Heâs standing in the middle of the room with nothing but a white towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, his defined Adonis belt drawing your eyes in a way you hate to admit.
His toned, brown torso glistens with the thinnest layer of sweat, the sunlight pouring into the room making him look like heâs glowing.
You need to toughen up, and in order to do so, you have to bitch at him. Itâs the only way to keep that lustful cavewoman instinct away.
âYouâre a piece of work,â is what you settle on, making sure to let your tone really punctuate how annoyed you are by the stunt he pulled today.
The second his eyes lock onto yours, amusement flickers behind them, as if heâs been waiting for this confrontation.
He quirks a brow, lips curving into a lazy smile. âÂżDe que hablas nenaâ?â
âWhat happened to âif you donât want me anymore, Iâll leave you aloneâ? Was that something you said just to lower my guard? To get me to give you what you want?â You cut him off, keeping your distance even as you notice him inching closer.
Your eyes are daggers as they bore into him, and for a brief second, you hope he feels at least some of the fire burning in your chest. But if heâs affected, he doesnât show it. He is frustratingly calm, like heâs above it all.
âYou gave me no indication that you didnât want me anymore.â His voice is casual, almost patronizing.
You groan as you throw your hands up in exasperation. âI literally said, âHope you got your fix because itâs never happening again.â What the fuck else do I have to say or do to get you off my back?â
Silence settles between you two as you stand there staring each other down. Heâs unreadable, watching you with an intensity that makes your skin tingle.
âWell?â you demand, impatient.
âIn my defenseâ it didnât sound very convincing.â You stare at him incredulously before turning on your heel. Hell no. He can keep his money and his bullshit. Youâre not doing this.
But just as your fingers graze the doorknob, his voice sharpens with a hint of panic, calling your name.
âWait, look,â he starts, running a hand through his hair, âIâm not trying to start anything. I just thoughtââ he pauses, searching for the right words. âIâd feel more comfortable if you were behind the camera during this shoot. Not the other guy Robbie brought in.â
Frankie? He seems so harmless, and besides, Javierâs never had an issue with whoeverâs in the room when heâs filming, so why is it a problem now?
However, his tone does sound sincere. You turn to face him again, narrowing your eyes and refusing to let your guard down. âThis better not be another one of your tricks, Javier. If youâre doing this to try and get into my pantsââ
He almost grins, but catches himself just in time, clearly biting back a remark. You can see it in the way his mouth twitches, and you know exactly what heâs thinking. Already have, his brown eyes seem to say. But he holds his tongue, offering a faint nod instead.Â
âI promise. No tricks. Just a professional shoot. Thatâs it.â
You give him one last warning glance before sighing. âFine. But Iâm telling you, Javierââ
âI know, I know,â he interrupts, holding up his hands. âI get it and please stop calling me Javier.â
You arch a brow. âThatâs your name, isnât it?â
âYeah, but everyone calls me Javi.â
Ugh, whatever. âOkay, fine, Javi. Just show me where Iâm supposed to set up.âÂ
He bites back another grin and motions you with a flick of his head, and with the weird tension simmering, you follow him toward the ensuite bathroom. The door creaks open, revealing an elaborate setup, and you pause in the doorway, eyes widening.
Itâs surprisingly... beautiful.
In front of a massive window that overlooks the sprawling blue ocean outside, thereâs a porcelain clawfoot bathtub filled with what looks like a milk bath. Various colored flower petals float delicately on the surface, scattered in an almost artful arrangement.
You let out a breath you didnât realize you were holding. âWell, damn. This actually looks nice.â This bathroom is bigger than your entire apartment.
Javier notices your reaction and leans against the doorframe to the connecting walk in closet, arms crossed over his bare chest, a smirk playing on his lips. âCatering to the female gaze,â he says with a cocky shrug, âAt least, thatâs what my agent told me. Seems like Iâm very popular among the ladies.â
The way he says it makes you want to smack him upside the head. Heâs pushing your buttons again in the most subtle way, and you hate how good he is at it.
âCute,â you reply dryly, walking past him to set your camera bag down on the large counter.
As you begin to unpack and set up, you can feel his eyes on you, watching your every move, lingering on the exposed skin of your back then dripping down to your legs.
It kind of feels good to have him ogling you like this. The whole look but donât touch thing is really doing it for you, more than youâd care to admit. Thereâs a certain power in keeping him wanting, yet also forcing the distance.
âItâs not just about the ladies, you know. I actually want this to be good. I trust you to make it look that way.â
You glance over at him. His playful arrogance has slightly faded, shaded in by the genuine want to make this feel more than just some raunchy scene.
âIâm not a director, I just film it,â you remind him, adjusting the camera lens as you try to play it off. âSo just do whatever you think is right. Robbie gave me some pointers, but it wasnât much.â
âStill,â he presses, âthereâs some finesse to what you do.â
At least heâs aware of that. âLetâs just get this over with,â you say, deflecting the compliment.
You finish setting up the camera, adjusting the tripod to get the perfect angle. Itâs important to capture the full picturesque scene to begin withâ the soft light spilling in through the window, the sparkling blue ocean in the background.
You clear your throat, âOkay, Iâm all set for whenever youâre ready.â
Javier moves casually as he unwraps the white towel from around his waist. His cock, already half-hard, demands your attention, but you force yourself to look away. You rub your lips together then lick at them unconsciously, trying to focus on anything other than his naked body.
âGot plans after this?â he asks as though heâs asking you about the weather.
You blink at the normalcy of the question âJust going to hang out by the beach,â you reply plainly, trying to keep your focus on the camera and not on his crotch.
It almost feels strange talking to him like this, without the usual teasing or sexual tension-laden bickering.
âSounds fun,â he says as he steps into the tub, the water sloshing around him. âReal nice out here. The weather is perfect for it today.â
You watch as he settles in, the milky water rising around his body, and for a moment, youâre completely mesmerized.
The scene in front of you looks like something out of a romantic painting, and it hits you how undeniably beautiful he looks. His skin, a warm golden brown, contrasts perfectly with the creamy white of the bath, and the colorful flower petals floating on the surface make the whole thing look like a dream.
He leans back, the water just kissing his chest, and you catch yourself imagining what a soft, hazy vignette filter would do to the shot, how it would add an enchanting glow to an already intimate scene.
You shake your head slightly, snapping yourself out of the reverie. Youâre supposed to be filming him jerking off, not admiring the aesthetics like this is some fine art shoot. But fuck, itâs hard to separate the two when the visuals are this damn good.
Javier, of course, senses your brief distraction. He watches you, eyes thoughtful as he stretches out, letting the water ripple around him. He doesnât say anything, but thereâs a slight smirk playing on his lips, like he knows exactly what youâre thinking.
You take a deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand, despite the heat pooling between your thighs. âIs there a clear direction for this scene, or are you just improvising?â
âIâm just winging it,â his voice is a rich, velvet drawl, a little rough from all the smoking he does. âNo dirty talk. They want my natural noises to be the main focus⊠amongst other things.â He cocks his head to the side, one arm coming up to rub at the back of his neck.
Heat blooms low in your belly, shooting straight to your cunt at the sight. The way his bicep flexes, the muscles shifting smoothly beneath that taut, sun-kissed skin, showcasing just how defined he is while still looking so maddeningly soft.Â
Calm down, girl, you silently reprimand your pussy. Sheâs fucking purring right now.
You clear your throat and give him a nod, signaling him to begin. Stepping behind the camera, you focus through the lens, grateful for the distance.
Javier moves slowly. His head tips back against the edge of the tub, eyes falling closed, the soft curve of his lashes fanning out like shadows against his skin. One hand trails down, lingering at the hollow of his collarbones. The movements are unhurried, almost reverent, as though heâs savoring the feel of his own skin.
The intimate build-up draws you in, despite your best efforts to remain detached.
You unmount the camera from its tripod after a few moments, stepping closer to him, framing the shot tight around his chest, the slow glide of his hand along his torso. You canât help but notice the pounding of your heart, each beat mirroring the steady, throbbing pulse at your clit.Â
The sight of himâ relaxed, fully in his element, bathed in the soft glow of lightâ stirs that fucking feeling deep within you.
Itâs not just desire, though thatâs certainly there. Itâs the maddening awareness of how sensual, how magnetic this man is. And even though you try to tell yourself youâd feel the same about any other attractive man in his place, you know thatâd be a damn lie.
Javierâs hand moves lower, ghosting over the ridges of his soft stomach. His other hand trails slowly through the water, sending gentle ripples through the milky bath. You swallow hard and focus the lens on his faceâ the slight parting of his pouty pink lips beneath his trimmed mustache that you just now realize has a small patch right above his cupidâs bow.
Even his imperfections are attractive.
The flushed skin of his cock makes an appearance, his thick, swollen head breaking the surface of the water with each subtle movement, teasing you and the camera. The way it peeks through, the slick tip glistening in the milky bath, almost feels like a tauntâ winking at you.
Doing as youâre supposed to, you adjust the lens to zoom in on the way his cock flirts with the surface.
If you were anyone else, one of his usual co-stars maybe, youâd lean down and give it a few kitten licks. Youâd tease the sensitive crown with your tongue, circling the tip before letting it slide past your lipsâ just enough to drive him wild.
Your tongue twitches at the thought.
A soft groan escapes his lips as he gets closer to where heâs aching to touch. Itâs as if he can read your mind, as if he knows youâre imagining the feel of his cock in your mouth, the taste of his salty skin, the way heâd twitch against your tongue as you tease him until he begs for more.
Maybe heâs picturing your lips wrapped around him, too.
You bite down on your lower lip, forcing yourself to stay quiet, to stay focused, even though your body is betraying you. The mess in your panties, the way your nipples stiffen beneath your bathing suit topâ everything about this moment is dangerous.
Then finally, his fist wraps around his cock, a soft slosh of water accompanying the motion. The eroticism of the sceneâ paired with the proximity, the memory of those hands on youâ ignites that annoying need deep inside.
He strokes himself slowly, eyes still closed as though lost in the pleasure of it all. You focus the camera on his hand, on the way it moves with purpose, his thumb brushing over the head of his cock, slick with precum.
His groans start to fill the air, and your own body reacts, hips shifting slightly as you try to ignore pressure at your cunt.
âStill with me?â His voice cuts through the silence, raspy and knowing, eyes fluttering open to look at you.
Oh. Have they always been this golden?
âYeah,â youâre proud of yourself for keeping your voice steady.
Javierâs body is pure, unfiltered sin in motion. As you move around the bathtub to capture every angle, you canât help but admire him. His muscles shift with every slow pump of his hand, the sinewy lines of his arms and torso rippling just beneath the milky water.
His stomach contracts with each exhale, drawing your gaze lower to the faint trail of hair leading down to his cock, which you catch glimpses of when his hips buck up inadvertently.
His breathing grows heavier, his pouty bottom lip caught between his teeth, brows furrowing in concentration as his pleasure builds. Itâs mesmerizing, the way his face contorts, his expressions almost too intimate, too personal for the lens. But you canât tear your eyesâ or the cameraâ away.
His fist moves with such confidence, touching himself with an unhurried rhythm that only a man used to his own pleasure can manage. Every time his thumb glides over the tip of his cock, a heavier grunt rumbles in his throat and itâs so hot.
Youâre too focused on capturing every inch of him that it almost catches you off guard when he begins to speak.
âWish it was your pretty hand around me right now, baby.â His voice is husky, laced with want, and the words hit you like a punch to the gut.
You blink rapidly, heart stalling in your chest as the camera wavers slightly in your hands. âJavier,â you sigh, his name slipping from your lips before you can stop yourself.
âFuck, I know, but shitââ His words are more ragged now, spoken between heavy breaths. âYouâre all I can think about still. You stay in my mind, muñeca. Canât get you out.â
Even though every rational part of you knows you should stop him, should leave or at least say something to shut him up, you donât.
You donât run, you donât protest. You just... let it happen.
âTalk to me, please.â
âI-Iââ The words get stuck in your throat, âI canât. Iâll ruin the shoot.â Why is that your priority right now?
âYou wonât.â
The way he says it chips at the walls you've built around yourself.
âWhat do I even say?â
âAnything,â there he goes again, using that tone that makes him sound like heâs begging.
So, you say what youâve been thinking of since he got into this damn tub. âYour cock is so pretty, Javi.â You purr, throwing all caution to the wind, lying to yourself that this means nothing.
The effect is immediate. He groans, a deep sound from his chest, and his hand moves faster over his shaft, the slickness of the water amplifying the movement. âFuck,â he says, his breathing now erratic, âsay it again.â
Your gaze flicks down and itâs mesmerizing watching the way his body responds to his own touch, but itâs the fact that heâs unraveling in front of you that leaves your mouth dry.
âSuch a pretty cock, Javi,â you repeat, voice steadier this time, growing bolder with each passing second. Every flex and contraction of his body feeds the arousal pulsing in you. âI bet it would feel perfect sliding down my throat, hitting the back of it until Iâm choking on you.â
All those hours spent listening to cheesy porn dialogue are finally paying off.
His head falls back, exposing the strong column of his neck, Adamâs apple bobbing as he swallows. A guttural groan escapes him as the image of what you just said sets in. His other hand moves down to cup his heavy, swollen balls, the water around him rocking more violently now as he starts to lose himself in the fantasy.
âShit⊠Iâm close,â he growls, voice breaking with need, the words barely coherent. âKeep talking to me, fuckâŠâ
You lean in slightly, the camera momentarily forgotten. âYou want to come for me?â Your whisper is dripping with lust, the idea of him falling apart because of you making your pussy ache. âYou want to make a mess? Pretend Iâm kneeling right here, my mouth open and waiting for you to fill it, warm and wet just for you?â
Youâve seen him come so many times, watched him fill too many cunts with his spend and paint different parts of their pretty bodiesâ but none of it compares to the sight before you.
The way his body jerks in response tells you everything you need to know. His grip tightens on the edge of the tub, knuckles going white as he pumps faster, rougher, pushing himself toward the brink. His hips start lifting out of the water with every thrust into his own hand, chasing that final release.
âFuck, yesâŠ,â he groans, voice strangled, barely holding it together. His eyes squeeze shut, every muscle in his body tensing, going rigid as he falls over the edge.
His bilingual expletives cut off into a long, drawn-out moan as his cock twitches, thick ropes of cum spilling out in messy spurts, splattering against his fist, swirling into the milky bathwater. The petals float lazily across the surface, some clinging to his skin, as the evidence of his release drifts around him.
You stand there, heart pounding, frozen as your brain tries to catch up with your pussy.
âShit,â you mutter under your breath, fumbling with the camera as you stop the recording. You quickly move to pack everything up and try your damndest not to look at him.
âWait, donâtââ Javierâs voice is still hoarse, but thereâs a touch of urgency to it now, breaking through the post-orgasm haze. You hear the water sloshing violently behind you as he moves, and you know heâs getting out of the tub. âJust⊠hang on.â
âNo. I-I gotta go,â you stammer, your hands frantically packing up the camera, the lens cap slipping through your fingers. You try to grab it, but your nerves are shot and it fumbles. Thankfully, it doesnât take damage. Youâd hate to hear Robbie bitch at you for breaking the brand-new camera.
Just get out of here is the only thought running through your mind. Every time youâre around him lately, you end up a confused, horny, exasperated mess, and you canât handle it anymore.
âHeyâwait!â Javier slips as he tries to step out of the tub, nearly falling as he reaches for you, his wet feet squeaking against the floor. You turn just in time to see him catch himself, water dripping from his body, his skin still flushed from what just happened.
âWhat the hell?â You shoot him a look, âYouâre gonna break your neck trying to stop me from leavingââ
âI wasnâtâfuck, just let me talk for a second.â He runs a hand through his soaked hair, water dripping down his neck, over the curve of his shoulders, and you hate how even now, youâre distracted by how good he looks. He reaches for the towel and loosely wraps it around his waist. âI didnât mean for this to happen.â
âNeither did I,â you snap, stuffing your gear into your bag, not caring how haphazardly itâs packed. âThisâ this isnât what I signed up for. Iâm here to work, remember? Not⊠whatever the fuck that was.â
He steps closer, reaching for your arm, but you yank it away before he can touch you. The last thing you need is his hands on you right now, reminding you of everything you shouldnât want.
âYou think I donât know that?â His voice softens, but thereâs a frustration beneath it, like heâs grappling with the same confusion you are. âI wasnât trying to mess with you, okay? I just⊠I donât know what the hell is happening between us either.â
You stop, finally meeting his gaze. Thereâs something in his eyes that pulls at the part of you thatâs freakishly tethered to him, but you canât let that get to you now. Not when everything feels so damn complicated.
âJavier, thisââ You struggle for words, shaking your head. âThis canât keep happening. I canâtââ You pause, your breath catching. I canât have you. âI donât want you,â you correct yourself.
His jaw clenches, muscles ticking under the strain. âStop bullshitting me,â he growls, eyes narrowing.
âIâm not,â you shoot back, but it comes out too quickly, too rehearsed.
âYouâre lying through your fuckinâ teeth, and itâs pathetic. What is so wrong with giving me a chance?â He keeps circling back to thisâ chances.
One thing about him, he knows how to trigger a fucking migraine.Â
âEverything!â The word bursts out of you like a confession. âEverything about this is wrong. Itâs why Iâve been trying to stay away since day one, but youâre soâ ugh!â You throw your hands up, exasperated, the bathroom suddenly feeling too small and claustrophobic. Heâs got you spinning in circles, tying you up in knots, and you canât think straight around him.
Without a second thought, you turn to leave, your feet moving as if youâre fucking levitating. So what if youâve made a habit of running away from him? You donât owe him shit.
âNenaââ Desperation laces his voice and that stupid nickname makes your skin curl. âI donât want you to leave like this.â
âWell, too bad,â you snap over your shoulder. âIâm leaving so you canât sweet-talk me into anything.â The slam of the door echoes behind you, a final punctuation to your statement.
As you step out into the hallway, the distant sounds of people fucking filter through the air, kind of grounding you back to the real world.
You canât keep working with him, not if every interaction is going to end like this. You make a mental note to talk to Robbie after todayâs shoot. No more Peña.
The day drags on, the tension from earlier still lingering, but now, sitting outside on the shaded patio, you feel a small reprieve.
A half-eaten sandwich rests before you on the table, your eyes lazily tracing the lines of the zero-edge pool that blends into the horizon. The soft rustle of palm trees swaying in the gentle breeze lulls you into a sense of temporary peace. You glance around, taking in the pristine luxury surrounding you. Rich people really have it made, you think, marveling at the extravagance of someone elseâs life.
The spat with Javier lingers but youâve done your best to ignore it by keeping busy. The other shoots happening in the house have kept you distracted, but you know whatâs coming: the last scene of the dayâ with himâ and the new girl, Mariella. A small sigh escapes your lips as you sink deeper into the patio chair, absolutely dreading it.
Your tranquility is shattered when you feel a presence nearby. Already anticipating another confrontation with Javier, you steel yourself and donât even bother looking up before snapping, âOh my god, can you just leave me aloneââ
The words get jammed in your throat as your eyes land on Frankie, not Javier. He stands there, looking taken aback, a paper bag in one hand and an awkward smile tugging at his lips. You instantly feel like a bitch.
âShitâ sorry,â you stammer, cheeks burning with embarrassment. âI thought you were someone else.â
Frankie lets out a small chuckle, brown eyes softening as he rubs the back of his neck. âNo worries, I can leave if you wantââ
âNo, no,â you say quickly, waving him off. âPlease, stay. I didnât mean to be snappy.â
He hesitates for a moment before motioning to the empty chair across from you. âMind if I sit?â
You shake your head, and he lowers himself into the seat, setting his lunch down. The small talk starts easily, flowing naturally as you both munch on your food. He tells you about his daughter, a proud smile on his face as he recounts how sheâs the light of his life. Then he goes on about how his friends call him Catfish because of some dumb inside joke, and also the fact that heâs a retired pilot. It somehow doesnât surprise youâ the career fits him.
âHow do you go from flying helicopters to shooting porn?â you ask, the question half serious, half teasing as you lean back in your chair, eyes hidden behind your sunglasses.
Frankie raises an eyebrow and smirks, clearly amused. âShit happens,â he says with a shrug. âHow do you go from having a film production degree to spending your days staring at tits and ass?â
A wry smile tugs at your lips. You tilt your head, pausing for effect. â... Shit happens,â you echo, the irony not lost on either of you.
He snorts, taking a slow sip of his water, the sound of his laughter rolling into the lazy afternoon air. You canât help but steal a glance from behind your shades, your gaze wandering over his rugged features.
Thereâs something about the way the sun hits him just right, casting a golden glow over his tanned skin. You swallow, feeling a subtle pull in your chest, an unexpected attraction. Heâs not flashy, not like the other guys youâre used to working withâ thereâs an unspoken confidence in his ease, a solidness that makes you want to keep looking.
âSo⊠whoâd you think I was? Just then?â He asks, adjusting his cap.
You try not to let your small smile falter. âOh, just an annoying coworker.â
âAh, the kind who shows up at the worst times, huh?â
âExactly,â you reply with a laugh, âYou know the type.â
Frankie leans in just slightly, lowering his voice. âWell, Iâm glad Iâm not that guy.â Thereâs a flicker of flirtation in his tone, his eyes lingering a beat too long. âBut if you ever need someone to⊠keep him under control, you just let me know. Got the remedy for that right here.âÂ
He exaggeratedly flexes his biceps, and the snug t-shirt heâs wearing pulls taut around his arms, highlighting their impressive size.
You canât help but admire the viewâ heâs really fun to look at, all charming smiles and playful confidence.
âI might just take you up on that, actually,â you reply, matching his energy with a teasing smile of your own. âI could definitely use someone who knows how to handle things.â
He raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of his pink lips. âIâm more than equipped for that, trust me.â
For a second, it feels like the two of you are in your own little worldâ until, of course, it comes crashing down.
A voice cuts through the moment like a knife. âWeâre ready for the last scene.â
You turn to see Javier standing there, arms crossed, jaw tight, his gaze flicking between you and Frankie. His entire posture screams annoyance.
âAnd who are you?â Frankie retorts, squinting one eye against the harsh sunlight, playful defiance dancing in his tone.
Javier doesnât seem to like that response at all. âIâm ready to get this shit done with,â he snaps, and you narrow your eyes, practically shooting daggers at him.
Frankie clears his throat, sizing up Javierâs bristling energy. âRight.â
You catch the word presumido slip from his lipsâ the Spanish insult that has you exhaling a light laugh through your nose, because heâs so spot on and he doesnât even know it.
Both of you stand, Frankie gathering the remnants of your lunch. âIf youâd like some company down by the beach later, Iâll still be around,â he adds smoothly, sliding the proposition in there as casually as if he were just suggesting grabbing coffee. You almost donât mind him crashing your solo date.
âIâll let you know,â you reply, pushing your chair in. âIt would be great to not have to take the taxi back, but I was willing to do it for a nice afternoon by the water.â You can feel Javierâs possessive stare burning into you from across the way.
Frankie, absolutely unbothered, leans in closer, a charming grin on his face. âHereâs my number if you need that ride.â A pen appears out of nowhere, and he scribbles down his digits on a clean corner of his napkin, tearing it off with an effortless confidence before handing it to you.
âDefinitely,â you say with a flirty smile, tucking the napkin into your pocket, feeling a thrill against the scowling presence of the spectator watching from the sliding glass doorÂ
Frankie branches off to use the restroom and you push past Javier, no intention of speaking to him untilâ
âIf you spent less time flirting with the crew and more time focusing on your job, weâd be finished by now.â
You can practically taste his jealousy.
You stop in your tracks, turning to face him, your patience running thin. âReally, Javi? Youâre jealous of Frankie? Thatâs what this is about? Did our last conversation not put shit in perspective for you?â
He steps closer, eyes hard, voice low. âJealous? Of him?â He scoffs, but the tension in his jaw betrays him. âI just donât appreciate having to wait because youâre too busy cozying up to someone else. Especially someone who looks like they just got picked up off the side of the road.â
âAnd you wonder why I donât like you.â Is all you can say, brushing past him yet again, his presence looming heavy as you head toward the living room where the last scene is set to be shot.
The moment Robbie goes on with his usual pre-shoot rundown, your attention shifts to the newbie Mariella immediately, drowning out his usual spiel.
The girlâ and she is a girl, no matter what the paperwork saysâ looks painfully young. Her cropped tee hugging her braless chest, barely keeping her breasts from spilling out, and those flimsy pajama shorts riding high on her thighs. Itâs the kind of outfit that makes you uneasyâ one youâve seen too many times in this industry, designed to play into the fantasies of men who want their women to look barely legal.
You bite the inside of your cheek, the sour taste of frustration building in the back of your throat. This is the part of the job that gnaws at youâ the undercurrent of exploitation that no one acknowledges.
Youâre not naive, you know exactly what sells in porn. You know what these people want to watch, what they get off on. The younger, the better.Â
Still, it doesnât make it any easier to stomach when youâre standing on set, watching it play out in real time.
Just as Mariella positions herself, preparing for the camera to roll, you canât stop yourself. The words come out before you can think to censor them. âHow old are you?â
Suddenly, everyoneâs attention shifts to you. Robbie. Steve. Frankie. Even Javier, whoâs lounging in the corner, waiting for his moment to shine. They all freeze, the casual banter dying off as your question lingers in the air. Mariella blinks, looking around as if unsure who youâre even talking to.
âIâI turned twenty last week.â
Your expression hardens, and the disapproval is written all over your face. âSheâs not even old enough to drink, and youâre having her fuck Javier?â Your eyes cut to Robbie, whoâs staring at you like youâve just sprouted another head.
The silence stretches for a beat too long before he scoffs, shaking his head like youâre being ridiculous. âI donât pay you to hear your opinions on shit,â he snaps, clearly irritated. âJust sit there and record the damn thing.â
Your eyes roll hard enough that it almost hurts. âYouâre all a bunch of perverts.â
Poor Frankie catches a stray with that one. Itâs like everything is grating on you in ways it usually doesnât. Normally, you can shove it down and keep your head low because, at the end of the day, youâre just here for the paycheck.
âPerverts pay your bills, sweetheart,â Robbie throws back, all nonchalant. Whatâs worse is that heâs right.
Moments like this make you wonder how long you can keep doing this without losing a part of yourself in the process.
You look around at the other three men, none of them stepping up to say anything in your defense. Useless.
You shouldnât be surprised, but it stings. Even Javier, usually quick with a sarcastic quip or biting comment, says nothing. He just sits there, stuffing out a cigarette thatâs magically appeared between his lips.
It feels like a betrayal, even though you know better than to expect any different.
And Mariella? Sheâs clearly distracted, caught up in the magnetic pull Javier has over people. The way sheâs looking at him with that starstruck, wide-eyed awe only makes it worse. You can see it in her expression, the way her gaze flickers over him like sheâs already imagining how itâs going to feel when he fucks her. Thinking with her pussy instead of having common sense.
You recognize it because you were just in her exact position, drawn into that same orbit. You find empathy for her, but not the other motherfuckers.
The room descends into awkward silence, as if everyoneâs waiting for the other shoe to drop. But youâre not in the mood for a full-blown argument, so you shut down, slumping into the chair behind your camera with your arms crossed tightly over your chest.Â
You know itâs only a matter of time before all these feelings youâve been aggressively pushing down come back up and make you snap, but for now, you continue to force it all away.
Youâre assigned to shoot the stoic, wide shots while Frankieâs in charge of the close-ups, and honestly? Youâre relieved. The last thing you need is to be up close, watching this trash unfold.
The scene starts with the typical, raunchy premise: Dad pays babysitter with his cock! It explains Mariellaâs barely-there outfit and the cluttered coffee table with school notebooks, setting the scene.
Then thereâs Javier who looks the part too; dressed in dark blue slacks, a typical white collared shirt with a few buttons popped open to give that Iâm stressed, come take care of me vibe.
Heâs the picture of temptation, and itâs obvious Mariellaâs already in the clouds.
The filming begins and they share that cheesy, erotic dialogue and lustful touches. You feel yourself sink further into the chair, silently counting down the minutes until youâre decompressing by the beach.
She sinks to her knees before him, her doe eyes looking up at him with that practiced innocence they all seem to perfect so quickly. She reaches for the buttons on his slacks, her delicate fingers fumbling just a little before she pulls down the zipper and tugs at the waistband. She nuzzles her face against his thigh, brushing her lips against his skin, and finally pulls out his cock. Even soft, itâs still an impressive sizeâ but itâs definitely not how this was supposed to go.
âWell, are you going to suck it or just stare at it?â Javier snaps, his tone cutting through the air with an edge that feels too sharp, too real. It doesnât sound like the crudeness thatâs meant to spice up the scene.
His hand shoots out and tangles in her hair, yanking her closer. Heâs rougher than usual, harsher, as he forces her mouth onto him.
She wraps her lips around his head, suckling softly at first, then taking him deeper into her mouth. Sheâs trying to do her job, playing the part of the eager babysitter, but somethingâs off.
Javierâs head tilts back, eyes squeezed shut, but itâs not the usual look of pleasure that crosses his face. Itâs more like heâs concentrating, forcing himself to feel something that isnât there.
You canât help itâ your eyes flick around the room, looking at the rest of the crew. No one seems to be noticing what youâre seeing, their eyes all honed in on the action in front of them.
But youâre catching the small details like you always do.
After a few more moments, itâs clear that itâs not happening. Javier lets out a frustrated curse, pulling out of her mouth with an audible, wet pop. âFuckâjust, give me a second,â he grumbles, stepping back. Mariella wipes the saliva from her lips with the back of her hand, looking up at him with a mix of confusion and hesitation.
You take that as your cue. Reaching over, you stop the recording, your finger hesitating on the button for only a moment before pressing it. Frankie does the same, Steve lowers his mic and pulls his headset off.
Javier runs a hand through his hair, his eyes darting to the floor, like heâs trying to avoid looking at anyone directly. âI just need a minute,â he says again, but itâs more to himself than to anyone else.
Your gaze lingers on him for a second longer than you intend, and your mind flashes back to earlier, to the way he was with you. The memory is sharp and clear, the contrast striking. Heâd come undone for you without hesitation, without needing any coaxing or forcing. Just words. But now, with Mariella kneeling in front of him, offering herself up like a gift, heâs struggling.Â
âHow long will this minute take? We gotta be outta here soon so get it up before I get one of these two to take your place.â
Javier scoffs, dismissive, âTape wouldnât fucking sell.â
âWell one featuring a soft dick wonât either,â comes the retort, and the two of them start their back-and-forth bickering.
You rub at your temples, trying to ease the pressure building behind your eyes. This has to be some weird-ass dream; it sure as hell feels like it. Maybe youâre still in bed, blissfully sleeping until three in the afternoon.
Javier storms off and Steve puts his equipment down. âIâll go talk to him.â
Robbie just waves him away. âTake five,â he mutters to the rest of you, going in the opposite direction. This is such a mess, and poor Mariella remains on her knees, picking at her cuticles.Â
âPlease get up and sit on the couch. You look pathetic,â you say to her, not cruelly but bluntly. Itâs not her fault, but the sight of her there is making you itch. She complies like a chastised child.Â
Frankie drops down beside you, letting out a breath that mirrors your own. âThese things usually go like this?â He takes his hat off, ruffling his hair before putting it back on.
âNo,â shit has just been weird amongst this group for weeks now. âBurnout is inevitable, I guess.â Youâre not about to sit there and shit-talk Javier, despite everything. You might have a mountain of complicated feelings when it comes to him, but you wonât kick him while heâs down.
Before Frankie can respond, Robbie comes barreling back into the room, his face flushed with anger. His eyes lock onto you, and you can see the accusation in them before he even opens his mouth.
âThis is your fault,â he spits out, voice sharp, acidic. âAll that shit you were talking earlierâ now heâs fucking broken.â
You narrow your eyes, standing your ground. âExcuse me?â you snap, incredulous. âI was making a valid point. How the hell is it my fault that he grew a conscience?â
âYâknow,â he starts, his words dripping with the kind of vile, misogynistic shit that makes your blood boil. âYouâd do me more good in front of the camera. Have somethinâ shoved up in there to keep you fucking quiet.â
The reaction is immediate. You shoot up from your seat so fast the chair scrapes against the floor, the sound sharp and angry, mirroring how you feel. âWhat the fuck did you just say?â
Frankie stands too, his face hardening as he takes a step in front of you, finally coming to your defense. âWatch it,â he warns, and it feels like the whole situation could explode into something much worse.
Robbie, of course, just sneers âWhat? You gonna defend her? Sheâs been a pain in my ass for weeksââ
âIâm done.â The words tumble out of your mouth before you can think them through, but they feel right.Â
Youâre tiredâ so damn tiredâ of this whole mess. Of dealing with assholes like Robbie and Javier who think they can get away with saying whatever they want. âI quit.âÂ
Your bossâs mouth opens as if heâs about to say something else, but you cut him off with a cutting glare. âIâm not going to sit here and listen to you treat me like shit because your precious Javier canât get his dick hard. Go fuck yourself, Robbie.â
You donât wait for a response. You turn on your heel and head for the door, your heart pounding in your chest, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Youâll double up on shifts at the bar or go back to waiting tables like you did throughout college. Whatever keeps you away from this bullshit.Â
As you stride down the hallway toward the entrance, you pass Javier and Steve. Javierâs face is stormy, brows knitted together as if heâs still reeling from whatever heated discussion they just had.Â
The moment he spots you, his expression shifts. Thereâs a flicker of surprise, maybe even concern.
âWhere are you going?â Steve asks.
You yank the heavy, probably expensive for no reason, front door open, the sound echoing through the hallway. âI just quit,â you snap, voice sharp as glass. âSee you never.â
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being the jjk villains' favorite đ€đ©ž
incl: toji x f! reader, geto x f! reader, and sukuna x f! reader
smut under the cut [MDNI]
toji knew that you were tracking him long before you even found him. he was dangerously good at what he did. usually, he'd kill anyone that even dared to track him down, but oh, you were so pretty. he had to have you. within a few days, he let you find him at a bar. he had to bite back his chuckle at how excitement glimmered in your eyes. you truly believed that you, a beginner assassin, were going to be the one to catch and kill toji fushiguro. fuck, you were so cute.
he spent the entire night flirting with you, obsessing over how you slightly fumbled over your words and tried hard to hide how flustered you were. he could tell that you were attracted to him, especially with the way you were gently pressing your thighs together. eventually, he leaned over to whisper in your ear, "you can either continue with your hopeless plan to kill me," he enjoys the small gasp you let out when he reveals that he knew what you were up to the whole time. "or you can come find me later so i can help you with your little problem. your choice, doll."
that's how you ended up against the wall of his place with your legs wrapped around him, crying out his name as you cum on his cock multiple times. he mocks your whines, degrading you as he savagely thrusts into you. "dumb slut. can't even focus on your job 'cause all you were thinkin' about was getting your pussy filled. wouldn't be surprised if this was your plan all along." when you figure out that he's about to cum, you sink down to your knees, looking up at him expectantly as you stick your tongue out. "attagirl," he praises as he strokes himself. "didn't even have to tell you." he cums in your mouth with a grunt, and you swallow every drop, despite your body still trembling from all of your recent orgasms. "oh, you're filthy, i like you," he chuckles as he grabs your chin. "think 'm gonna keep you, doll."
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suguru knew that it if he wanted all you, he'd have to change your mind first. despite him stealing you from jujutsu society and keeping you close, you were so stubborn; so deeply committed to saving non-sorcerers. that's okay. he was patient. he'd change your mind, and he was excited to do so. (one of my fav hcs is that he has a corruption kink.) he knew that you loved him, and he intended to use that to his advantage.
every time you begin to snap at him for killing non-sorcerers, he would just interrupt you with a small kiss. it's feather-light, but enough to fluster you and stop your mind from working properly. then he'd gently push you back so you were lying underneath him, giving you an easy smile. "aw, my love, did i make you upset?" of course, he doesn't care about the monkeys that he's killed. he only cares about you. before you know it, he's tugging your pants down and spreading your thighs, his thick fingers rubbing where he knows you're sensitive. his smile grows when you begin to moan. "there you go. let me make it all better, yeah?" getting you to forget what you were mad at him about was too easy.
soon, he's fucking you deep, whispering every filthy, depraved thought in your ear as he does. how he's not gonna stop what he's doing, how beautiful you are completely ruined underneath him, and how he's never ever letting you go. he chuckles when your body twitches, and your pussy begins to flutter around his cock, eventually making a wet mess on the sheets. "aw, did that make you cum? i knew it would." he puts two of his fingers in your mouth, and you suck without a word. "you're not actually upset about those monkeys. you just needed me to fuck you, didn't you?" satisfaction rushes through him when you nod, too fucked out to protest like you did earlier.
when he cums, it's deep inside of you, with his hand against your tummy. he imagines it swelling with the child you'll give him once he's finished creating the perfect world.
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sukuna wanted you from the moment he saw you through itadori's eyes, and his blood would boil each time he saw you wrapped in satoru gojo's arms. the first night he fought with you, he had you pinned to the ground, and he whispered in your ear that you'd be his eventually and that he'll devour you once he gets rid of gojo. he enjoyed the way you'd blush anytime he teased you with flirtatious and sometimes lewd comments.
the day he does get his hands on you, he keeps every filthy promise he made. he makes you cum within two minutes with his fingers, then makes a mess out of you with his tongue. with four arms, it's so easy to hold you down and maneuver you into any position he wanted. "you've cum four times already, and i haven't even cum once," he says, watching your breasts bounce deliciously with each thrust as he fucks you. "such a greedy little thing, aren't you?"
he makes you watch your reflection in the large mirrors he takes you in front of so you could see how beautiful you are when you're all fucked out. if he's not showing you off to audiences in lavish clothes and jewelry, then he's fucking you in front of them, enjoying their jealous stares. every sorcerer and every curse on the planet will know that you belong to sukuna.
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*đșđđđđđ đŹđđđđđ*
Paring: Jisung x Reader (Fem)
Genre: Smut (Fluff ending)
Warnings: Face Siting, Creampie, Unprotected sex (P in V). I think thatâs it? Slightly proofread.
This was requested from my prompt list (here) numbers 30 âsitâ & 40 âmineâ
A/N: The tittle makes me giggleđ but fr I absolutely loved this concept. I think it came out so well imo
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A few days ago you and your boyfriend had an argument over how much heâs been over working himself. It was a dumb thing to have an argument about but, you were just concerned. Heâs been staying so late and not eating as he should be. You just wanted to make sure he was alright but it escalated and now itâs been silence for a few days.
Although you wanted to apologize you also didnât think you should have to. I mean you were just looking out for him. He hasnât apologized either so itâs just perpetual silence on both ends. Neither wanting to make the first move.
Today was a bit late, you stayed up watching a show as Jisung got home. He stood at the entrance for a while rubbing his head. He was so stressed, stressed from work, stressed from the silence. He felt like he was gonna just have a break down if he didnât do something about it. He looked over his eyes smiling a bit as he saw you on the couch. His brain running with ideas until âclickâ he had such a perfect idea.
He walked towards you not even saying a word. You looked at him with wondering eyes before he took your hand in his. He tugged you a bit asking for you to follow without saying a word. You rolled your eyes a bit but followed with wondering what he wanted. He sat down on the bed, taking his shirt off. He laid back getting comfortable before looking over at you. âSitâ he said blankly.
You tilted your head a little âwhat?â You questioned looking at him. He sighed loudly âlet me eat my stress awayâ he said hoping youâd get the picture but you were still slightly confused. âY/n. Iâm asking you to sit on my face.â He said with a slight chuckle.
Your face got a bit red at his words as so many thoughts went through your head. âJisungâ you said softly eyes wondering everywhere but his. He sat up looking over at you with a smile before pulling you on top of him. He kissed you lovingly as his hands traveled down slowly trying to push off your PJ shorts. You sigh against his lips finally giving in as you moved a bit to let him take them off.
He moved in position again looking up at you with pleading eyes âtake your seat sweetheartâ he said his voice thick with need. You groaned at the sound of him, wanting this just as much. Taking you place about him he swiftly wrapped his arms under your legs holding you still. He pulled you down to his face before you knew it he was sucking relentlessly at your clit. He knew all your weak spots, spending hours upon hours going down on you.
The feeling of him had you gripping your head board trying to keep steady as jumbled words and moans fell from your lips. He licked up your folds his tongue laying flat as his nose rubbed your bud. He was so pussy drunk at this point. You could see the strain in his pants, the wet spot from his precum soaking through.
You leaned back a bit touching it as best as you could making jisung groan loudly against your folds. However as much as he wanted you to touch him he pulled you back to him making you whine. He wanted all the focus to be on you, making you cum before he got any pleasure. He quickly moved himself back up a bit swirling his tongue around your clit as he pushed a finger inside you. He curled it ever perfectly as he sucked on your clit. Your hips moved on their own grinding against his face. You grabbed ahold of his hair as you felt your orgasm approaching.
He moaned at the feeling, having you grind on his face and pulling his hair? He was so gone. Your legs clenched as your body shook cuming hard on Jisungs mouth. He lapped up all your juices not wanting to waste the sweetness. Once you moved away you could see how wet his chin was. The way his beautiful lips glistened from your arousal. âJisungâ you panted out. He smiler pushing his pants down boxers and all. He sat up wrapping his arms around you before pushing slowly inside of you.
âSweetheart you tasted so good, always do.â He said kissing your neck sloppily as he nibbled up to your ear. He wasnât moving yet, taking a moment to whisper into your ear âI love you so much, youâre all mine foreverâ he said softly as he started moving slowly. You moaned feeling every inch of his cock pushing deep into you. âJi- f-fuck I love you too!â At your words he let out a low groan picking up his pace. âMy beautiful sweetheart is all mineâ he said as he squeezed you tightly. Your bodyâs so so close as he fucked up into you.
Your bodies could be melted together at this point. He titled your head to him kissing you again before leaning his head against yours. âTell me you love me againâ he said. You panted out a broken âI love you ji, god I love you so much.â The way his thrusts speed up had you both seeing stars. His cock head kissing you g-spot ever so nicely. He started to play with your clit looking at you with drunked out eyes. âA-again say it againâ he stuttered feeling his high approaching. âJisung! I fuck- I love you- only you, I love you, I love you jisung!ââ You babbled out.
Your body trembled around him as your high hit you hard moaning loudly. He wasnât doing any better his body shook as he spilled out your name and a string of curses before cuming deep inside you. You held onto each other for dear life before jisung broke the silence. âIâm sorry for getting mad at you, I shouldnât have taken my stress out on youâ he said kissing your nose.
You smiled placing your head against his âIâm sorry to, I love you so much I just get worried but I mean if this is how youâre gonna relieve all that stress I meanâ you teased making him laugh. âI love you sweetheart so very muchâ he said as he pushed a piece of hair out of your face.
âI love you to ji. Now letâs go shower and watch the show?â You asked smiling at him. He kissed you softly before pulling you off of him âafter we shower letâs order food too, my desert was pretty sweet but I need some real foodâ he joked making you both laugh this time. You playfully hit him before kissing his cheek âsounds good to meâ
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