#lean too far back worry flip over

[five-thousand-loaves-of-bread]

front wheel drive scare me

[silknspice]

STICKY SITUATION

⎯ ୨୧ pairings: fake dating! vi x reader

⎯ ୨୧ content: mentions of alcohol, college au, lying, swearing, fake dating tropes used, lowercase intended, not proofread, wc 3.5k

“no telling anyone, i’ll be coming to all of your hockey games and after parties, and absolutely no tongue when kissing.”

you looked up at vi for reassurance after reciting the pink-written “rules” paper in front of you. the pinkette hummed, muscular and defined arms moving from their position draped over the top of the couch to her manspread knees as she shifted to lean slightly forward. 

caitlyn kiramman and violet lane were officially over. it was assumed to be a mutual breakup that both parties would grieve on for the appropriate amount of time, but the soft launch the pinkett awoke to on caitlyn’s story the next morning spoke otherwise. maddie nolen. getting with the woman she told vi “not to worry about” was low, all vi could do was go lower. 

and so she enlisted you. stunning, charming, intelligent, an all-rounder. the way caitlyn clung onto her ex-lover for dear life when you were around, as if vi were a mere moth and you were light. if anyone would give the “mongoose”, as vi called her, a run for her money, it’d be you. 

“it’s a solid contract, for now.” she agreed. her eyes lingered on yours for a moment before flickering to her dorm window, the absence of light prompting her to lean back once more and speak. “it’s late, y’know. why don’t you stay the night?” 

you paused on your way to stand before finishing the movement. “charming, really, but you don’t have to offer that, vi. i’ll walk back to my building. thanks thoug-” the girl drowned out your words with her reassuring ones. 

“stay,” she simply insisted, backtracking as a beat passed and she had yet to explain. “it’d look good for the deal, y’know? besides.. we have some details to solidify.” as she finished speaking she lifted a hand and waved you over with only two fingers. 

you set your bag back down and scoffed at the action. “i’m not a dog.” your feisty claim was cancelled out by the way you followed her command like a puppy. 

you sat on the couch next to violet. closer than usual, but still too far for her liking. the hockey player rolled her eyes, a hint of a smirk crossing her face. “not there, honey.” you furrowed your brows, looking around to see what could possibly be wrong with your arrangement. “then where am i supposed to sit?”

vi’s hint of a grin attempted to stay hidden, tongue poking the inside of her cheek as she leaned over and grabbed your hips to flip you to straddle her lap on the couch. 

“where it’s easiest for me to give you a hickey.”

you laughed, shaking your head and using your arms to lean back from vi’s chest. at the sound of silence in the room your smile dropped, staring at the girl eyeing you expectantly.

“you’re serious?” you asked louder than intended, mouth agape as the girl moved her hands to rest at your hips. “people won’t believe we’re a couple just because we said so,” she started. “especially not caitlyn, she’s too smart..” you added, beginning to understand her perspective. 

“exactly,” she whispered, leaning in. “b’sides, we need to practice.”

vi leaned in, caressing the back of your head to hold you closer as she latched onto the side of your neck. she placed a gentle kiss before sucking a bit harder. you hummed as she slid a hand up to hold your hair before detaching from your neck with a pop. 

“there.” she spoke softly, eyeing the red and purple love bite forming. “perfect."

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

 “perfect,” you smiled, picking up the letterman jacket vi placed in front of your position on the bed. “violence” was written on the back rather than her last name. clad in nothing but a t shirt and shorts as pajamas, you slid the jacket on to see how it fit. as you adjusted it and fixed your hair, vi walked up to her bed and held up her phone. 

“smile,” she spoke quickly, snapping a photo of your soft smile and slightly confused eyes. 

“what was that for?” you muttered, watching vi’s frame as she sat next to you and turned her screen. 

already posted on vi’s snap story was a photo of you, sat on her bed, legs appearing bare as the girl’s letterman and oversized tee covered your shorts. the text on the screen read “post ‘workout’”. 

“vi!” you sputtered, letting out a gentle laugh as you hit her shoulder and earned a playful grin from the girl. “hey-  now we’re on the map.” the pinkett reassured you with a smug look as she opened the various messages responding to the story. 

‘ITS NINE IN THE MORNINGG’  ‘crazy work’

you felt the girl’s gaze on you as you watched the reactions roll in with an amused smile. fellow classmates praising vi for ‘making a move’, saying how cute you two look together, even claiming to have ‘known this would happen all along’. for a moment, you let yourself forget it was all pretend. 

a veiny hand placed itself on your thigh, making you flinch at the sudden contact. you looked to violet, eyes locking in the moment before ridding of the tension. 

“see that? we need’a get rid of that.” she grinned. 

you scoffed, flicking her hand off of you as you stood and rid yourself of the thick letterman. “nothing in the contract says you need to grope me,” you teased, hands on your hips as you turned to pick a shirt from vi’s messily folded space. 

“gro-  what?” she scoffed, caught off guard as she attempted to defend herself. “nobody’s gonna believe we’re a couple if you jump every time I lay a hand on you!” the girl huffed, her gaze turning every which way before leaning back on her forearms. 

you only hummed as she continued to talk, turning with your back to her as you grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head.

vi‘s words died in her throat, eyes widening at the line of your back. your smooth skin and pearly smile blinded her as you turned your head, picking up one of her shirts. 

“what? nobody's gonna believe we're a couple if you choke up when you see my body." your cocky smile filled your face as you turned away from the girl.

"by the way, you're drooling."

 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

“ew, you fucking drooled!” jinx’s loud laugh drowned out the room as she scolded her boyfriend, despite the roaring party atmosphere. all throughout the frat house was a crowd of students looking to get wasted, heaps of alcohol, and bad decisions waiting to happen. 

“i did not!” ekko defended himself, wiping away any possible evidence from his lips. you giggled at the two and leaned into the strong arm wrapped around your waist. after a few days of casual pda across campus to keep up the act, vi was finally able to touch you without you scolding her about ‘the contract’ or making a gasp that she found adorable. 

she figured an arm wrapped around your torso was appropriate after the third guy in a row  came up to you and asked to dance. you figured this was a good way to warn people off so that she didn’t threaten anyone else and get jayce to ban them from the frat. 

“alright, another! i wanna be moving out there tonight,” jinx exclaimed, picking up a liquor, pouring two shots, and stopping over the third glass. you had already opted out on alcohol, so the blue haired girl’s gaze trailed to her sister. “vi? you pregnant or something? haven’t touched a glass yet. i’m worried.” the girl teased, tilting her head.

“ha ha,” vi rolled her eyes playfully, her grip on you becoming present once more as she spoke. “can’t. i’m drivin’ honey home tonight.” the younger girl fake gagged, downing her shot with her boyfriend following in suit. as the couple continued their antics, vi leaned into you. the space between you thinned as you grew to feel her soft exhales on the back of your neck. “look to your left, at the end of the couch.” her words were hushed to a sneaky whisper that kissed your ears as she kept your body warm with her proximity.

you obeyed, holding back a smile as you peeked to your left. a girl, decorated in blue locs, was staring back at you with stars in her eyes. she blew you a kiss that was mentally intercepted by vi with a scoff. “more competition.” you teased, turning your head to face hers. 

“y’know, if i’d known you attract this much attention-” you cut her words off, bringing your hand up to fix a pink strand of hair that’d fallen in front of her face.

“you’d have what? chosen another girl to torture with your silly ex drama?” you hummed.

the pinkett snickered, cocky smile painting her face as her grip on you tightened ever so slightly. “not a chance.” 

the moment between you fell silent and soft despite the roaring music surrounding before jayce’s smiling face filled your vision. “evening lovebirds,” the man grinned, taking a shot from the jinx’s hands and downing it while she groaned with anger. vi smiled, thumb tracing patterns absentmindedly along your hip. “shouldn’t you be losing a game of beer pong right about now?” she teased her friend. 

“hah, no.” the sarcastic response made you giggle, fanning your face gently with one hand as the room’s air only became stiffer at the arrival of more guests. “mel and i are hitting up the hot tub with some.. other guests.” he lifted another shot glass, this time one that powder poured for him. 

getting some fresh air sounded so good right now. 

vi hummed while letting her hand slide off of your waist, her touch just grazing over your lower back before sticking her fist in the pocket of her baggy jeans. without speaking, she tilted her head and raised an eyebrow in question. 

“yes please.” you begged, already handing your phone to jinx to watch over. most likely a decision you and your phone storage will regret later, but that was a future problem. jayce let out a chuckle, flashing his pearly whites before setting his last shot glass down and waving you and vi to follow.  

your hands intertwined, jayce leading you who’s hands embraced both his and vi’s. the man pulled you both through the drunken community and let go to exit through the decorated doorway. the colorful lighting dimmed and was replaced by the blue hue of the pool and light from the night stars. jayce found mel’s gaze from across the space, a grin growing on the frat member’s mouth. he hastily removed his shirt and shorts, tossing them onto a table by the poolside. “just join us when you’re ready!” he rushed out, jogging over to his lover. 

vi let out a sharp “hah”, muttering something about talis being “pussy whipped”. you only smiled, turning to the side as you fixed your arms across your torso and lifted the cropped top over your head. vi’s playful mutters died in her throat, and a soft “oh” was born. that ‘stripping practice’ wasn’t much help. 

she hoped and prayed you’d suggest giving it another try. 

two sets of clothes fell, every fabric hitting the floor adding to the heavy pile of tension, one too complex and thick to cut with a knife. the two of you hummed, taking each other in as your gazes travelled up and down with heavy lidded eyes. 

rather than a knife, jayce’s call to you from across the landscape successfully dissipated all conflicting and curious thoughts. momentarily. “yo, what are you waiting for!” 

the pinkette’s lips curled into a smile, her arm finding its resting spot around your waist. you exchanged no words as your feet moved with purpose, anticipating the feeling of the steamy water that would soon encase and soothe your body for the time being. 

or not.

“violet?” 

it wasn’t your mouth that spewed the name. you radiate love, the way in which you called out vi’s name warmed her and provided an indescribable feeling. it was said cold, surprised, and almost with distaste. 

 “caitlyn.” vi’s response was equally distant, a hint of shock at the end. the newfound emotion quickly switched to anger as she turned to the man looking like a deer in headlights. “jayce..” her voice was low, a warning. 

wide eyes flickered between the past lovers before swaying to his immediate left. “mel?” he called for help, the woman only laughing as she relaxed into the warm water. “you’re on your own.” 

the ginger girl at caitlyn’s side looped an arm around her bicep, squeezing gently to grab her attention. “let’s go, yeah?” she tried, but the woman didn’t budge. 

you scoffed, a snarky remark on it’s way to sneak past your lips when jayce interrupted. “hey- okay wait wait!” he started, gaze travelling between the girls. “i know how tense everything is right now, but i care about both of you. i hate having to choose sides or run back and forth to be with you guys. can you at least try to be civil tonight?”  

the loudest silence fell upon the group, you and maddie not daring to make a face until your lover– or faux one decided. 

“fine.” 

the night progressed as jayce dreamed. vi sat with you on her lap, your skin plush against one of her thighs, her arms wrapped around your waist as the water threatened to take you away. she suggested it was the “easiest position to whisper in your ear discreetly”. you were on top of her before she thought of the explanation. maddie and caitlyn sat directly across the hot tub, the ginger holding onto one of the bluenette’s biceps in hopes of calming the annoyed look that covered her face. mel and jayce, ever the mediators, carried the tense conversation to the best of their abilities. 

after a draining thirty minutes of passive aggressive disses, everyone nodding and pretending to understand jayce’s technological talks, and you standing your ground during an intense staring contest with maddie, you’d had enough. 

“oh it was disastrous. then of course i had to miss a couple days as i was ill with a cold��” caitlyn’s story was drowned out as you spoke up with a smile sweet enough to cause a toothache. 

“really?” you tilted your head. “i heard you got mono after a party,” you hummed, voice laced with fake concern. you had no clue if the claims were true, you were just tired of her talking. 

the bluenette’s eyes widened only slightly, her mouth slightly agape. maddie turned her head, a brow gently furrowing in suspicious confusion. “but.. i didn’t have-” 

“well that’s what happens when you’re freed from a past situation that was unskilled in such acts.” caitlyn spoke over the girl. her gaze flickered over to vi and back to jayce who was desperately praying to change the topic. you bit your tongue with a small scoff under your breath, vi’s muscular arms tensed their grip around you subconsciously before relaxing at the thought of an idea. 

“you wanna crash this shit?” vi whispered, words kissing your ear with her lips just inches away. you nodded your head with desperate eyes.

she tapped on your leg below the water, making you turn your head and torso ever so slightly towards her. without warning, her lips crashed into yours, arms adjusting their position to hold your waist. “keep going,” she whispered between one of the many kisses. your hands trailed up to tangle in her hair, gently gripping as you felt the pinkette softly bite on your bottom lip. your mouth opened just enough from shock that the muscular girl could slide her tongue in, allowing it to get tangled with and slide against yours. 

fuck. 

you allowed all of it to happen. the way her hands slid up and down your side, the way her lips encased and warmed yours, the way her tongue explored every inch of your mouth, the way mel and jayce noticed in shock and amusement, and the way caitlyn and maddie looked as though they’d explode within the next second. 

you did anything but stop, hardly listening as caitlyn scoffed, letting out an “unbelievable” as her and maddie climbed out of the hot tub and stormed off. it wasn’t until mel questioned “was this display for us or them?” that you pulled yourself from vi with a cheeky smile. you didn’t miss the way she followed after your lips. 

the pinkette flashed that infamous smirk, apologizing to mel and jayce with a laugh before leaning in one last time to whisper in your ear, “good job, honey.” 

your heart raced at the comment, but it didn’t stop you from pushing the girl back with an almost-serious expression on your face. “you broke the contract!” you exclaimed, pressing an accusatory finger to her chest. 

it wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy it, like you didn’t slide your tongue along hers as she claimed your mouth. 

it was the fact that every time you moved further in this fake affair, you grew more worried. the fact that all of your firsts with her would be fake tugged on your heart strings. and when the drama boils over, what would happen between the two of you? in your mind, as your tongues entangled, so did your hearts. 

vi choked on her words, searching for an explanation. why did she do that again? she couldn’t help herself. not good enough. oh, right. “i told you! couples-”

“contract?” 

the two of you froze, turning back to jayce and mel who eyed you suspiciously. 

fuck. 

 ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

“fuck,” 

jinx huffed out under her breath, barely audible with the loud bundle of students in the surrounding stands. “it smudged again!” the girl whined, looking into the camera of her phone as she attempted to fix a line of eye black on her face. mel chuckled, muttering a “give me that,” as she held the girl’s face and evened out the line with a tissue. 

it was nearing the end of the second intermission, with your school and the neighboring university tied. the three of you had spent two hours picking out the best bottoms to match your lovers’ jerseys that covered your body, tying the perfect blue and white ribbons in your hair, and decorating yourselves with body paint. jinx, apart from the messy lines on her cheekbones, painted little blue doodles on her legs. mel simply painted jayce’s number on her cheek. you drew two pink lines under your eyes, along with vi’s name perfectly placed on the front of your thigh. 

a loud whistle blew seconds before the players skated back on the ice, fans cheering and clapping as they anticipated a win for their respective team. you only cared about finding the player with the intimidating name plastered on their back: “violence”. 

the game flashed before your eyes, screaming and squealing along with the girls whenever one of your companions got the puck. 6-6. 6-7. 7-7. excitement and anticipation in the atmosphere only rose as the teams skated back and forth across the ice. 

the anticipation distracted you. distracted you from your conflicting feelings, vi’s curious actions, the fact that you didn’t have to be dressed like this as caitlyn nor maddie were present, the worry of this deal coming to an end, the terrible fact that you were worried, and the terrifying idea of telling her how you really felt once the game came to an end.

7-7. 7-8. 7-9. time!

the stands erupted into cheers as ekko slammed the winning shot. powder jumped up and down while you and mel laughed at the girl’s glee before cheering along with her. 

“they usually take a minute, showers and all.” mel informed you as you waited for the players to exit the locker room. the two girls found a spot on a bench while you paced back and forth. it’s fine. it’s fine. does she really need to know? 

“honey?” 

the sweet voice startled you, prompting you to turn, the fast-moving pink haired girl still clad in her uniform filling your view. “vi?” you smiled, only taking two steps before the girl reached you. “what’s– huh?” you choked on your words as the girl wrapped a hand around your waist, the other coming up to cup your face. 

“have t’ do this before the adrenaline wears off,” she muttered with determination and a haze in her eyes. before you could respond, she leaned in, lips connecting like puzzle pieces. the kiss wasn’t rough or showy like the others, it was needy and real. she kept you in a trance, minds, bodies, and mouths connected until powder’s complaints pulled you out. “jeez, breathe!” 

the girl’s annoyance caused you to giggle, allowing you to feel vi’s smile against your lips before pulling back. 

her face, only inches away, sent a numbing and fuzzy feeling through your brain and body. the look in her eyes as she soaked in every detail from your puffy lips to wide and love-struck orbs had you all but melting. 

oh. 

©silknspice

[slut4thebroken]

Tease

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Jason Todd x reader

Summary | Jason’s bike gets destroyed and you have to pick him up, but you can’t resist teasing him.

Warnings | Smut, brief dry humping, riding?, public sex, creampie, teasing, motorcycle sex.

Words | 1.3 k

Notes | based on a pic I found lol

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

You finally saw Jason and slowed to a stop right next to him. With a smirk, you flipped up the visor on your helmet and he rolled his eyes. 

“Not in the mood, princess.” He said plainly, stepping closer. “Move.” 

“And let you destroy my bike too? No thanks. You can be the backpack this time.” Your smirk widened at the power you had over him right now. When he didn’t move, you added, “Or you can walk home…?” He scoffed and rolled his eyes again, but reluctantly climbed onto the back of the bike, wrapping his arms around you. “Good boy.” You said smugly. 

He suddenly reached up to grab the chin of your helmet and forcefully turned you around enough for him to see you. “Quit it.” He hissed, clearly losing his patience. Your smirk remained, but you relented for now. He let you turn back around, then you started driving. Jason didn’t actually explain what he was doing this far away from Gotham, but it was going to take at least 30 minutes for you to get home. 

You waited until you were on a highway, then leaned forward, arching your back and pushing your ass against his crotch. His hands moved to grip your hips, not worried about needing to hold on since you were going to be driving at an even speed for a while. When one hand squeezed your ass over your jeans, you bit your lip, trying not to get too distracted by his hands on your body and the vibration from the bike directly on your clit with the way you were bent over. 

His hands suddenly left you and you frowned, wanting to turn around to see why he let go, but needing to keep your eyes on the road. After a moment, he grabbed your jeans and pulled them away from your body, then sliced the seam with a knife. 

“Jason!” You yelled, even though he definitely couldn’t hear you. He grabbed the torn fabric and ripped it even more, exposing your panties that he also ripped. When you felt the blunt head of his cock on your entrance, you finally understood what was happening. 

He lined up and started pulling you back by your hips, impaling you on his thick cock inch by torturous inch until it was fully sheathed inside you. The stretch burned a little, but any pain was easily ignored by the feeling of him filling you up, and the coil of arousal starting to build in your stomach. 

You let out a shaky breath and he groped your ass roughly, giving you a firm spank before moving his hands up your arched back. Right before he reached your shoulder blades, he snaked them around to grope your breasts, making you whine. It was dark out now and there were barely any people on the road, but the thought of getting caught still made your pussy flutter around his cock. 

After a few seconds, his hands dragged back down, following the path they came up, until he was squeezing your ass again. He suddenly grabbed the waistband of your jeans and used it to pull you backwards and down, then push you away again, slowly guiding your hips. It was incredibly hard to focus on driving while he was fucking you, but he kept the pace slow— You were both grateful and annoyed by that though. 

You finally exited the highway and continued on residential roads. The first time you stopped at a red light, he pulled you upright, then gripped your hips and started moving you up and down. You blushed furiously and tried to bat his hands away, but he was undeterred— At least no one was stopped at the red light with you. When you continued driving, he paused, letting you focus. 

However, the second time, there was a group of people standing on the corner, talking and laughing loudly. Jason was completely unbothered as he lifted your body up and down in a way that would’ve been obvious to anyone. You kept your eyes squeezed shut, not able to handle the embarrassment if you got caught. When he suddenly loosened his grip and you dropped down onto his cock with a startled yelp, your eyes snapped open and you saw that the light had turned green.

Jason tortured you like that the rest of the ride to his place. Even after you arrived and turned off the bike though, he didn’t let you move away. He started bouncing you on his cock again, forcing a startled moan out of you. The way he was using your body like you were nothing more than a fleshlight turned you on more than you thought possible, but the risk of getting caught was still in the back of your mind. 

“Jay…” You whined. Even though you were parked in a somewhat secluded area, you could occasionally see a car drive by on the main road. 

“Take it, tease.” He gruffed, making you whine again. You couldn’t help it when you scrambled to unbutton your jeans and slip your hand inside, frantically rubbing your clit as you neared your orgasm. Based on Jason’s sounds, he wasn’t too far behind.

You had to flip the visor of your helmet up when your panting breaths were starting to make it a little humid and you wished he’d take off his own helmet so you could hear his grunts and moans better. He started moving you faster, pulling you down harder, and your fingers sped up on your clit, desperately chasing your release. 

When you finally fell over the edge, you mewled and reached behind yourself with your free hand to grip his thigh. He grunted softly at the feeling of your pussy clamping down on his cock, feeling his own orgasm approaching. 

After your orgasm faded, your body practically went limp and your fingers slowed to a stop, but Jason continued fucking you on his cock. He was only getting more frantic and rough until he finally slammed you down all the way with a groan, his cock twitching as it spurted out ropes of come, painting your walls white. His grip on your hips was bruising as he ground you back and forth, milking every last drop of pleasure out of himself. 

When he finally relaxed, you both just sat there for a moment, panting heavily. He gently pushed you down with a hand between your shoulder blades, then lifted you off his cock, having a perfect view of your gaping pussy with the way your ass was upturned in this position. His come dribbled out slowly and your walls fluttered weakly, still reeling from the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. 

Jason cursed under his breath and dragged two thick fingers up your slit, pushing his come back inside you, making you whine quietly. Once he was satisfied, he got off your bike and helped lift you off, holding you up when your knees wobbled. 

“You ruined my pants.” You pouted. His fingers hooked onto your helmet and jerked your head up to look at him. 

“Then you shouldn’t have been a brat and a tease.” You rolled your eyes and tried to turn away, but he just pulled you closer and bent down into your space. “Keep up the attitude and I’ll give you a proper punishment when we get inside. Is that what you want?” He warned. It was hard to think when you could feel his come leaking down your thighs, but you were still on a little bit of a power trip. 

“Punish me how?” You asked, defiance flashing in your eyes as you looked up at him. 

“Not letting you come, for starters.” You immediately frowned and it didn’t take him long to pick up on your expression. “That’s what I thought.”

[emmyrosee]

You went to bed before Kiyoomi.

You never do that. Ever since you’ve moved in with him, your nights end with a massive pile of cuddling limbs and sweet words of sticky nothings that have you cocooned and ready for a peaceful night.

But tonight, he snapped at you. Something about being too “irate” over “something small.”

He missed dinner. And normally, that wouldn’t be a massive issue for you. But he was with asshole of a PR member who’s been trying to get with him for months, calling themselves his “work babe.” Who were you to think nothing funny wasn’t going down?

It's not a lack of trust from Kiyoomi that has you choked up. It's a lack of trust with them.

You know more than anyone when kindness turns to love, it's the same thing that happened between you both, and it kills you to think they could preform the same spell and potentially take your man from you.

You tell yourself that if they can take him, they can have him.

But the idea hurts none the less.

It hurts enough where you're curled up on your side of the bed, far from Kiyoomi's, where his smell lingers and the coldness on your body isn't offset by his warmth like it usually is. You whimper and bury your face in the meat of your pillow when you hear the front door open, and a soft call of your name follows. You didn't even know he left, to be frank, but you don't say anything as he stalks into the bedroom with another call of your name.

"Are you awake?"

"Am now," you murmur.

"Can we please talk about things?" He sounds desperate, like he knows this is killing you, weighing you down like a sac of bricks and keeping you from him.

"You talk," you say, nodding into your pillow. "I have nothing to say."

"Okay. I understand."

A muscular arm reaches over your frame to reach for your hand, and when you don't put up a fight to keep his hand away, he sighs shakily.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, linking his pinkie finger with yours. You screw your eyes shut and sniffle, and you hear him swallow thickly. “I was just so upset to know that you were right to worry-“

“What?”

“Wait- No!” He says quickly, panic in his voice. “No, wait, that’s not what I meant.” He’s never been good with his words. You let him continue, your heart sinking into your stomach all the same. He sighs shakily, “I meant that you were right about me being here. I should’ve been. We haven’t had dinner together in weeks, and I just… I got so caught up in new sponsorships and gigs that I wanted more, and I thought they had more to give.”

“They want you, Kiyoomi,” you mumble. “I see it. It’s the same way I bugged you when we first started dating, just to show how much I liked you. They’re doing that.”

“I know,” he sighs. Then, he pauses, squeezing your pinky, “I went to talk to them. Told them if they couldn't keep it professional and cut the shit, they can search for other clients. Because I don't want them making either of us uncomfortable anymore. And even if they did want me, I don't care.” He crawls over to you and bends slightly to have his head dangling in front of you, curls flipping upside down at the action. “Because I want you.”

You snort at the sight.

“So can we please cuddle, and you grab my teeth or sniff me or whatever feral thing you usually do?” He asks, leaning forward to kiss you on the nose. “Miss your stupid affections.”

“I miss giving them to you,” you say, moving a finger up slowly to try and pick his nose, just to make him squirm, a sign of a truce. He grunts and whips his head back, letting your laughter fill the room, rather than your tears. When you feel him sit back on his side of the bed, you take your time in flipping over, finally meeting his dark eyes again, filled with hope and adoration that has you falling in love with him all over again.

"You are irresistible," you say, reaching for his hand again.

"Don't care. I don't want anyone looking at me if it means you and I never fight again."

You laugh and gently kiss his hand, flicking your gaze up at him, "we'll go look at paper bags for you to wear this weekend."

He removes his hand from yours to gently cup your cheek, thumb stroking over the swells lovingly.

"It's a date."

[prael]

Nerves

Newjeans Hanni x male reader smut

I had a bit of a moment just now.

Masterlist word count: 1,356 Kofi(donations/commissions)

Nerves can make or break a person; too little and you can become careless, while too many can cripple you.

"I've done shows before, but I can't help but worry if it'll go well," says Hanni.

"There's little more you can do to prepare now. You know what you need to say and you'll look beautiful while doing it," you reassure.

"I'm still so nervous," she replies.

"You still have twenty minutes until it starts," you tell her. "What could you do in twenty minutes?"

"Oh, I could think of a few things," she answers. She's right, there's time for something.

"You know I'd help with anything you need," you say.

Hanni leans against the wall and thinks for a moment, before looking back at you. "Usually we have a little more time than this."

"For you, I can work fast," you respond.

Hanni bites her lip. "I think I might have an idea, then." She walks towards you and wraps her arms around your neck. "You sure you can? We'll have to skip the foreplay."

You put your hands on her hips. "Whatever it is, I'm game."

She grins at your reply and moves in for a kiss. Her lips press against yours and the two of you quickly get into the familiar rhythm. You pull her body close and her hands find their way under your shirt.

Your hands drift down to her ass and you squeeze it, eliciting a moan from Hanni. She's wearing this wonderful two-piece dress. Dark blue fabrics, it's special, but it's so annoyingly inaccessible. Normally you'd pull up her skirt, flip up her dress and push her against the wall.

"The stylist couldn't be a little more considerate," you jest as you bury your hand through the layered fabric to find the zipper at her hip.

"She's more focused on the fashion, rather than how easily you can reach my cunt," Hanni laughs.

You get the zip open enough to let it fall and bunch at her knees. Underneath, she's wearing this tight black thong that's so thin you can see the lips of her pussy. The material's already damp with her excitement. It slips so far up between her round cheeks that you can't see it.

Hanni pulls you in closer, her hand sliding down the front of your pants. She moans against your mouth as her fingers wrap around your cock. Normally, there's some method to the madness. An exchange of kisses and handiwork, before you take turns falling to your knees. It's a slow and careful process of teasing. You don't have that luxury right now.

You turn her to the desk; her face close to her reflection as you push into her bare lower back and bend her over. She grips the edge and looks at you in the reflection, bearing down on her.

"I've always wanted to fuck you as a blonde," you tell her.

She grins, biting her bottom lip. With her legs pushed together and her dress bunched at her knees, the angle is awkward. She's tight, and the position is only going to make her tighter.

"You're already soaked," you murmur as you push aside her thong and stroke your finger against her folds. She moans as you push your finger into her, her grip on the table's edge tightening.

"Oh, just like that," she sighs.

You start a quick rhythm, her hips grinding against the intrusion. She's so warm and inviting, her juices beginning to coat your finger. She's already worked up, and her cunt is practically dripping.

"Fuck me," she moans.

You're slipping your cock out of your trousers, a quick diversion to put your hand by her mouth for her to spit into it, and then you're wetting your cockhead with it. As quickly as you withdraw your fingers, Hanni's whine-come-gasp is interrupted by you pressing your length into her. You grab her waist, pulling her onto you.

She lets out a cry, her eyes squeezed shut as you stretch her. Her lips part in a sigh of pleasure as she relaxes.

"Don't go easy on me," she pleads.

"Wouldn't dream of it," you assure her.

She gasps and moans, her fingers gripping the table's edge as you plunge deeper. Her juices are slick around you, and her legs press tighter together as you push. You grunt, thrusting your hips. It feels so good to fill her up like this. She's so tight, and her walls are clenching around you. She moans, her fingers digging into the table.

"That's it, baby," she purrs. "Just like that."

You groan, the warmth and the pressure of her cunt squeezing around you. You pull back, just enough, and then plunge deep again. Your hips smack against her ass.

"Yes," she moans, her voice thick with lust.

You repeat the motion, your pace building. You lean forward, putting a hand on the table for support as you thrust into her. She gasps, her head tilted back. You're fucking her harder and faster now, your balls slapping against her thighs. She cries out, her hands gripping the table's edge. Her head rolls forward, only for you to take a handful of her golden hair and pull it back. You have to see the look on her face as she cums.

You lean forward, pushing her into the desk. Her breasts are squashed under her dress against the table's top, but it doesn't seem to bother her. She's moaning, her hips meeting your thrusts as you're pounding her cunt, and the sound of skin slapping fills the room. She's crying out, as her eyes roll back. You know that look.

You can feel her muscles twitch and flutter, as she cums, her orgasm washing over her. She's sobbing in pleasure, her cunt squeezing tight around you. You hold yourself inside her, not wanting to give up the feeling yet and just letting her cum around your cock.

She's panting. She's trembling. You're standing up straight and looking down at that bare ass. Thick and firm, you could bounce a coin off of it. Instead, you bounce your palm. A quick slap. She yelps in surprise and looks at you through her reflection.

"Oh," she pants, her eyes glazed over with desire.

Another slap, the other cheek this time. The sound echoes in the room. Hanni squeals, her eyes fluttering. She bites her lip, and you see her shift her weight from one foot to the other.

You grin. "Oh, do you like that?"

She nods, her breath catching in her throat. You give her another slap, and then another. You watch the jiggle and bounce, the way her cheeks turn red under your palm. You're fucking her, slapping her ass, and she's moaning, whimpering, screaming your name. She's begging for it.

She's cumming again. Her whole body tenses, her back arching, her head rolling back. She's shaking, and she's sobbing.

"Fucking hell, Hanni," you grunt.

You're close—so close. You're holding off as best as you can. Her body is so perfect. The curve of her back, the swell of her hips. Her ass is a wonder. Your hands dig into her soft flesh, and you feel her clench around your cock.

"Do it," she gasps, her eyes locking with yours. "Cum inside me."

You moan, leaning forward and pressing her into the desk. You're fucking her harder and faster, chasing your release. Your cock is throbbing inside her, and you're going to explode. You can't hold it any longer.

You cry out, your body shuddering as you cum inside her. Her pussy is pulsing around you, her cunt squeezing tight. You're spilling inside her, filling her up with your seed. She's crying out, her body shaking, and you feel her clench tight.

Your legs are shaking, and you're holding yourself up on the table. You're breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath. Hanni is panting, her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed.

"Now how do you feel?" You ask.

"Like I could host a show," she answers, then laughs.

"Then let's get you out there," you say as you pull her thong back into place.

[ssahotchnerr]

how about hotch fluff with reader who's love language is acts of services?

a bit longer

oh to spoil and love on aaron 🥰 cw; fem!reader, established relationship, fluff <3

You'd do anything to make Aaron's life easier.

He worked tremendously hard, took on a lot - things, scenarios beyond your own comprehension, and still came home as the loving, extraordinary man he was, both as a partner and a father.

You wanted to help in any way you could. Even if that meant setting an alarm for far too early.

He's told you before, and it wasn't surprising either, he would wake up early while on a case, to iron his suit jacket as needed. And while it made perfect sense, you weren't afraid to admit it tugged at your heartstrings in a melancholy, endearing way.

Last night, Aaron had gotten home much later than he would have liked, missed seeing Jack altogether, as he was already asleep. He ate a quick dinner, and climbed into bed with you.

As a result, he hadn't been in the best mood going to sleep, especially considering he had to wake up early to iron the one suit he had at home - he defeatedly expressed as he got comfortable. The rest were at the cleaners, which was closed by the time he left the office. He even uttered the consideration of using the spare jacket he left at the office.

Aaron didn't get enough sleep to begin with. And unbeknownst to him, after he quickly drifted off, you sneakily shut off his alarm and turned yours on.

Six in the morning came fast. The second the tone rang, you shut it off, hoping it hadn't managed to awake Aaron. You laid there silently for a moment or two, just to ensure he hadn't stirred. He was either the world's heaviest sleeper, or the lightest, depending on the day.

When you were confident he hadn't, you slipped out of bed. Slowly. Lifting the arm slung over your waist and setting it gently aside, peeling back the blanket, or Aaron didn't subconsciously feel your weight leaving the comfort of bed. You exited the bedroom just as leisurely - heading towards the laundry room and hoping you didn't stub your toe in the dark hallway in the process.

His suit was already hung and waiting, right where he left it the night before. After blinking several times to adjust to the light, you clicked the iron on, yawning as you waited for it to warm up.

You turned his suit jacket inside out, preventing any potential damage to the material. In addition, you triple checked the heat setting, making sure it was the proper one. You started with the back: laying it flat on the board and gliding it along the surface in a steady motion.

The floor creaked behind you. Glancing behind your shoulder, you saw Aaron leaning against the doorframe, rubbing his eye.

"What're you doing up?" He asked, raspy.

You ignored his question, offering a gentle, lazy smile in return. "Go back to sleep."

His eyebrows furrowed over his eyes as he observed you. He was thoroughly - and adorably - more confused due to his sleep induced haze. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing you need to worry about. So go back to sleep." You insisted softly, resuming your task. But contrary to your words, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. It was all too easy to lean back into Aaron's embrace.

"Ironing my suit?" His voice was closer now, at level with your ear. The proximity enhanced his sexy, deep morning voice. "What time is it?"

"That's not important." You teased with a shrug, flipping his jacket to tackle the front next. Your following few words left you nonchalantly, as if it were no big deal. And it wasn't. "I changed yours, and set mine."

He blinked, still waking up and still trying to comprehend what was happening. "Why?"

"So you could get more sleep."

His hold on you loosened slightly, pleasantly surprised. "You didn't need to do that."

"I know." You simply put it, pressing down on the jacket's lapels. "I wanted to."

"I could've-"

"Honey, you don't get nearly enough sleep as it is. If me doing this," you shook the iron lightly for emphasis, "means you get an extra thirty minutes, I want you to get those thirty extra minutes. And besides, I wanna help. You come home stressed and your job is demanding and I want to make things easier on you. You do a lot for others, for me, and I want to repay the favor."

You hadn't meant to go off on a tangent, but it was true. You only wished you could give him the whole world (But if someone asked Aaron, you already had).

"Watch where you wave that thing." Aaron quipped, his tone a humorous deadpan. A smile tugged at the ends of his lips, his arms retightening around you, squeezing you lovingly. "You're sweet."

You blushed at the simple compliment, "And you work too hard."

"Then it's a good thing I have you to slow me down." He kissed your temple, and you could just feel the love radiating off him, he didn't need to verbally say it. "Thank you sweetheart. Seriously."

"You're welcome, now will you please go back to bed? Or do I need to threaten you with the iron again?"

Aaron laughed, a hand squeezing your hip affectionately. "Only if you join me. I could care less if my suit has one more, minor wrinkle if it means I get to lay with you a bit longer."

[fluffylino]

worried!minho

minho wants to take away all your pain~

-contains mature themes

when were the cramps going to go. it was your second day of having your period. you had leaked through your pad and stained your clothes. now, you sat on the bed, swaddled up in a bedsheet while a random anime was playing on tv.

you were far too distracted to even pay attention to the dialogues. another sharp pain to your lower stomach. you huffed, wrapping your arms around your stomach. you curled up into a ball, adjusting your pad which had moved out of place.

minho's footsteps could be heard. he was busily moving about. from the kitchen, to the living room and then to check on you.

"how are you feeling, baby?" you jumped at the sudden appearance. he was standing beside you, looking at your bundled up figure with soft eyes. you let out a whine, lightly kicking your legs. you could hear his quiet laugh.

"mm' hurts" you mumbled, reaching your hand out. he took it, sitting close to you. he brushed your hair out of your face and leaned over you to take the remote. switching off the tv.

"still?" he seemed worried.

the thing was, it was rare for you to get cramps. you hardly ever got cramps that made you stay in one spot. on any other period you'd only feel a slight discomfort in your stomach. but today was different. you weren't used to it. and minho wasn't used to seeing you in such pain.

you looked at him through the bedsheets, only your eyes and mouth visible. his smile grew and he couldn't help but pat your head like you were one of his cats. which to him you were.

"i gave you a heating pad..we did some muscle relieving exercises and drank lots of water..what else could possibly work?" minho furrowed his eyebrows, his lips jutting out as he blinked. and blinked. and blinked-

"you know there is something that definitely works for sure. i was reading that orgasms help"

your eyes widened and then you slowly sighed.

well, that was true. but sex on your period would just end up looking like a crime scene. it made you feel confused. because yes, all the raging hormones were constantly at battle with your mind.

"but its icky and you'd probably find it...not so nice"

minho looked at you. "what makes you say i wouldn't like it?"

you were taken aback. did he really not mind?

"i don't think i want to do the...whole thing" you mumbled, shyly.

"so then should i try eating yo-" you screamed, pushing the bedsheet over him. shivering at how cold the room actually was.

"no no no" you chanted. that was not something you'd ever want to put him through, for the sake of your pleasure. you were aware of him. he didn't care about blood at all. in fact he was so chill about it. like the time you accidently stained his pants when you fell asleep on him.

he even washed out the sheets.

he ruffled around, throwing it on the ground. he scooted closer.

"should i finger you then, hm? that shouldn't be so bad, would it?" you nodded slowly.

"but what if i make a mess..again"

"i'll put a towel underneath"

"what if you get blood all over your fingers..."

"baby if i did mind it, i wouldn't have been so eager to suggest it"

he smiled. minho was ever so patient. always answering you with a reassuring statement whenever you fell down a spiral of unecessary thoughts.

"can you use gloves...?" you asked so softly, you had to repeat it for him to hear.

"whatever you want, baby. i recently just bought a whole new pack of gloves for when im marinating meat"

you smiled nervously.

"guess ill be using them to touch some other kind of meat" you pushed him off the bed. he gave you a sarcastic smile. your stomach doing flips at his expression.

.

you stood up, freezing when you felt a blood clot come out. there was no way you could do this. you finally decided on washing your lower body. so you did, carefully stepping out of the bathroom.

"take your pants off.." minho had come back, this time pulling the gloves up and over his wrists.

oh, so they were like the surgical gloves. the ones that fitted well...a little two well. his hands looked nice. they looked very nice in fact-

"what? you don't want the gloves? i don't mind" your eyes met his and doubt filled him. if only he knew what you were actually thinking about.

"i want it"

he had laid the towel down and you sat on it. you pulled your oversized shirt down, trying the cover up.

minho walked towards you, opting to sit behind you. his back resting against the headboard and your back to his chest. you felt a little exposed. he was fully clothed while all you wore was a t shirt.

you could feel his breath on your ear. minho's left hand rubbed on your stomach while his right hand slid between your legs.

he let out a surprised laugh. you knew you were wet. he could feel it. after seeing his hands in those latex gloves, you couldn't fight it.

"be a good kitty and open up for me"

you mewled at the nickname. lifting your knees up while he kept your legs open for him. he pushed a finger inside before slowly adding a second digit.

at this point you weren't sure if it was blood or slick or maybe both that leaked out onto his fingers.

"sorry" you apologized, you didn't even know why you were saying sorry. the pain in your stomach was the last the thing you were worried about.

"talk t-to me" you whispered, leaning into him. he lazily grazed his thumb over your clit while his digits pumped inside of you. with just enough pressure to not be too much for you.

"its okay, baby...you're doing so great, let me see how well you take my fingers" you moaned, as he pressed his palm against your heat. the latex feeling unusually nice. on your skin. and especially inside you.

"n-nice hands"

"yeah? you think my hands are nice? what do you like about my hands hm?"

he asked. he wasn't teasing you. he wasn't even joking about it. in fact he seemed to be curious. he wanted to feed into you.

"v-veiny..pretty and big...feels amazing inside of me" you answered back, bucking your hips when he added a third digit.

"you sure you aren't talking about my dick, kitten?"

"that even" you blabbered. letting him hook his chin on your shoulder. his breath hitched when you traced the veins on his forearms. they were so prominent. you wanted to lick them.

"that good, hm? who knew you'd be so attracted to my arms"

another warm sensation between your legs. his gloved fingers gliding in much smoother. you wanted to cringe at the sqelch it made every time he pushed in.

"you know, you have such a pretty little pussy, kitten?"

you blushed, trying to hide away from his comments. he nuzzled against your neck.

"i can't resist when it comes to you. i want to give you everything that i can"

willingly you parted your mouth, taking his other fingers in. he pressed down on your tongue. you sucked on them.

"you'll take anything i give you, won't you because you're my obedient princess"

[scoupsakakitty]

Front Row Hearts | idol!S.Coups x idol!reader | fluff

My fingers tugged nervously at the hem of my outfit as I stepped out of the car. The Loewe fashion show. My first big event as a newcomer idol. My debut had been a whirlwind, but this? This felt completely different. There were cameras flashing, people shouting, and my heart felt like it was pounding louder than the noise outside.

“You’ll do great,” my manager said, not even looking up from their phone as we made our way inside.

“Right,” I muttered, barely believing them.

“Oh, and by the way,” they added, far too casually, “you’re sitting next to SEVENTEEN’s S.Coups tonight.”

That made me freeze mid-step. “What?”

“It’s part of the plan,” they said with a sly smile. “You and him together? Perfect for the cameras. He’s already on board.”

My stomach flipped. “So… I’m supposed to just sit there and act like we’re close?”

“Exactly,” they replied, as if it was no big deal. “A few laughs, maybe some subtle glances—it’ll get people talking. Trust me, this is good for you. And for him, too. A win-win.”

————————————————————————————

Inside the venue, I was already feeling out of my depth when I spotted him.

Choi Seungcheol. S.Coups.

He stood near the seating area, dressed in a sleek black suit that somehow made him look even more confident than usual. He was chatting with someone from his team, but as soon as I walked in, his eyes landed on me.

He smiled, an easy, disarming smile that made me feel like maybe I wouldn’t completely embarrass myself tonight.

“You must be Y/N,” he said, stepping closer. His voice was warm, and up close, his presence was even more overwhelming.

“That’s me,” I managed to say, my voice quieter than I intended.

“I’m Seungcheol,” he said, his hand outstretched. “Or just S.Coups, if you’d rather.”

I shook his hand, hoping he couldn’t feel how clammy mine was. “Nice to meet you.”

His eyes lingered on me for a second longer than necessary, and his smile softened. “Don’t be nervous. Tonight’s going to be fun.”

———————————————-—————————————

The seating arrangement was exactly as planned—front row, side by side. Every camera in the room was aimed in our direction, but Seungcheol looked completely unfazed. Meanwhile, I could barely sit still.

“You okay?” he asked, leaning in slightly.

“Just a little overwhelmed,” I admitted, keeping my eyes on the runway.

He chuckled quietly, the sound low and comforting. “Don’t worry about them,” he said, nodding toward the cameras. “They’re not as scary as they look. Just act like it’s me and you.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” I replied, trying not to notice how close his shoulder was to mine.

“Hey,” he said, his tone teasing now. “If it makes you feel better, I get nervous too sometimes.”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “You? Nervous?”

“Yeah,” he said with a grin. “Like right now. What if you think I’m boring?”

I couldn’t help but laugh, my nerves easing just a little. “You’re definitely not boring.”

“Good,” he said, leaning back slightly but still keeping his gaze on me. “Because I plan on keeping you entertained all night.”

————————————————————————————

The show itself was stunning, but Seungcheol made it impossible to focus. Every so often, he’d lean over and whisper a comment about one of the outfits, usually something ridiculous that had me biting back laughter.

“That jacket looks like my grandma’s curtains,” he said at one point, and I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing too loudly.

“You’re going to get me in trouble,” I whispered back.

“Trouble?” he repeated, smirking. “I think you’re blaming me for your terrible sense of humor.”

————————————————————————————

After the show ended, the photographers were still lingering, and Seungcheol turned to me with a glint in his eye. “Want to give them something to really talk about?”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

“A TikTok,” he said, already pulling out his phone.

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m serious,” he said, grinning. “Let’s do the ‘HOT’ challenge. The fans will love it.”

Before I could protest, he had already opened the app and handed me the phone. “You know the dance, right?”

“Of course I know the dance,” I said, pretending to be confident even though my heart was racing.

“Alright then,” he said, stepping back and getting into position.

We started the dance, and at first, I was too nervous to focus. But Seungcheol made it easy to forget about everything else. He was playful, teasing me whenever I missed a move, and somehow, we ended up laughing more than dancing.

“Come on,” he said after we finished, reviewing the video. “Not bad, but I think you held back.”

“I did not!” I argued, crossing my arms.

“Sure you didn’t,” he said, smirking. Then, out of nowhere, he added, “So… are you a Carat?”

I froze, my mind going blank. “Uh… what makes you think that?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You knew the dance. And you’ve been way too quiet about it. So? Who’s your bias?”

I hesitated, debating whether or not to tell him the truth. But before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “Mingyu.”

Seungcheol stared at me for a second, clearly caught off guard. Then he burst out laughing, the sound loud and genuine.

“Mingyu?” he repeated, shaking his head. “I can’t believe this.”

“What?” I said, suddenly feeling defensive. “He’s charming!”

He leaned in, his grin teasing. “So I’m not charming?”

“I didn’t say that,” I muttered, my face burning.

“Well,” he said, still smirking, “I’ll just have to work harder, won’t I?”

————————————————————————————-

After we finished the TikTok, Seungcheol walked me to the exit. The crowd had thinned out, but the air between us felt heavier now—like something unspoken was hanging there.

“This was fun,” he said, his voice quieter now.

“Yeah,” I replied, meeting his gaze.

He hesitated for a moment before leaning in slightly. “We should do this again. No cameras next time.”

I felt my heart skip, but before I could respond, my manager called me over, breaking the moment.

“Guess I’ll see you soon,” he said, his tone light but his eyes serious.

“Yeah,” I said softly, watching as he walked away.

————————————————————————————-

When I got back to my hotel room, I barely had time to kick off my shoes before my phone buzzed.

A new message.

The number wasn’t saved, but the text was unmistakable:

“Dinner soon? Just us this time. I’ll even forgive you for picking Mingyu. —Seungcheol”

I stared at the screen, my face breaking into a grin before I even realized it.

Maybe tonight wasn’t just for show after all.

————————————————————————————

[baka-bakeneko]

The Boys are Mine - Wade Wilson [Deadpool] x Logan Howlett [Wolverine] x Fem! Reader

tags: NSFW, no seriously NSFW, MINORS DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, deadpool and wolverine are friendly, deadpool and wolverine enemies to lovers, movie accurate Logan Howlett attitude, possible throuple vibes, service dom Logan Howlett, submissive Wade Wilson, oral, voyeurism [honda odyssey fucks hard], consensual non consent, blood eating, can we call it knifeplay [?], edging, c*ck appreciation, an*l fingering, inappropes an*l training psa [but like also, neh], wrap it before you tap it psa, double penetration, double cre*mpie, slight aftercare

wc: 4.7k

synopsis: You, Wade and Logan go out to karaoke night to bond further.

a/n: the way logan acts in d&w actually gives me brain scratches, so let's hope i did that logan justice. wade...i've muted you baby

"Did they have Brandy and Monica in your universe?" Wade asked, handing over the spare microphone to Logan.

Somehow, Wade had convinced Logan to join your karaoke night. You were sure it was because the drinks were half-priced, and from how your table looked so far, they were stacking up.

Logan snatched the mic from Wade's hand, beer in his other as he propped himself up from the silver streamer wall.

"Just play the damn song," he grunted, one of the two ways he spoke.

Taking another long swig of his beer, he handed off the glass to you as the intro began.

"Don't worry, I'll be Brandy. Keep up, hot stuff," Wade said before speaking the first line of the song, flipping his imaginary hair.

Logan confusedly stared at the screen, reading off his lines tonelessly. You snickered, taking a sip of Logan's beer before waving your hand at the walking waitress.

"Another round of beer, please," you said when she approached the table, helping her clear your wobbly table. "And I'll take an order of those nachos, too."

The waitress nodded, lifting her full tray of bottles and sidling away. Returning your attention to the boys, you saw Logan's eyes follow the young woman's hips on her way to the bar.

You followed his stare, wanting to ogle too. When you turned back to the boys, Wade and Logan were both looking at you.

"Think it's time we got this straight, sit and talk face to face," Wade and Logan sang, their tones a cacophony of grit.

You laughed at them, mostly Logan as he fumbled through singing without actually singing. Of course Wade tunelessly carried the two of them. Looking between them, you were thoroughly entertained by them.

With another round of beers arriving at your table, thanks to Logan's eye candy, you happily finished off the bottle you were handed and set it down.

Picking up another, you looked back to the boys as they were now standing closer to each other; they were a few seconds from teasingly singing 'not yours, but mine' and actively arguing over a boy they were not sharing.

You reached to grab Logan's wrist, handing over your opened beer for him to be coaxed. He grunted into the mic, pulling his mouth away to take a deep swig while winking at you.

You straightened in your seat, crossing your legs before pulling your skirt to full length. With a cheer, the boys left the stage and Logan dropped his microphone to the floor.

A whine in microphone made everyone in the bar cringe in the direction of the stage; Logan slid next to you, bumping his knee at the table to make it wobble. His arm circled around your shoulders, pulling you into his side.

His free hand, calloused and hairy wedged between your thighs and kneaded at your leg; you sucked in a sharp breath, one that sounded squeaky as it went down.

Wade raised his lack of eyebrows, popping open his beer cap before taking a drink. "Jeez, let me get comfortable before the show."

Logan growled, sneered, over at Wade before sliding his hand further up your leg; his fingers padded at the sensitive skin previously tucked under your skirt.

"You're not invited," the grizzled man bit back at Wade before leaning in to kiss your neck.

You hummed, your eyes rolling at the invitation of Logan's stubble brushing against your skin. Still, your legs remained clamped even though Logan's thumb began to tease at the front of your panties.

You breathed out, tilting your head away from Logan's wet lips as they migrated down to lick the meet of your shoulder.

Wade cleared his throat and you snapped your eyes open to look at him. You paused, meeting Wade's gaze. His eyes raked over your body, stopping at Logan's hand wedged under your skirt.

"Wolvie's on the prowl, huh?" Wade smirked, taking a sip of his beer. "You're just caught in a little bear trap, eh Logan?"

Logan snarled off of your shoulder, his teeth bared against your skin. "Shut up."

You giggled at Logan's warm breath against you, his thumb carefully peeling your panties aside to let his fingers tempt your clit. Just as he was close to doing so, the waitress returned and you uncrossed your legs to slide Logan's hand out of your skirt.

The waitress smiled, blissfully unaware of your predicament, and asked if the table wanted anything else. Wade sat back in his chair, casually throwing his arm over the back of it.

"Do you know how to make Pink Panties?" Wade asked innocently, grinning up at her.

You widened your eyes at him with Logan's growl erupting from beside you.

"Wade, leave the nice girl alone," you said, meeting his delighted stare again. "I think we'll take the check."

The waitress nodded and flashed a polite grin, then left the table. You turned your glare to chastising just as Logan curled his arm lower around your waist.

Wade's smile slowly fell, offering a nervous huff at you. "Does this mean I'm uninvited?"

You hid a roll of your eyes, glancing over to Logan who was returning his lips to your neck. "I'd uninvite him."

"You say that every time," you teased, hiding a whine when Logan hit a soft spot. "But you still eat him up."

"And I appreciate the enthusiasm." Wade smirked over at Logan, now ignoring Wade as his hand returned between your legs.

You sat back with a deep sigh, allowing Logan's rough hand to run up your thigh again. "Your invitation is golden, Wade."

Logan gruffed against your shoulder, biting tenderly at your skin before looking at the man across the table. "Whatever she says, goes."

"Score," Wade muttered, taking a final sip of his beer. "One last song for the road?"

-

You sat in the middle seat of the Odyssey, your face in Logan's hands as Wade sat patiently beside you. Even with Logan's lips at your ear, trailing down with soft wisps of his breath against your skin, you were distracted with Wade's equally calloused palm rubbing at your inside thigh to pry them open.

You were selfish in that instant, the conduit for both men to express their frustrated tension with one another. Tilting your chin in Logan's direction, your hand went for Wade's wrist and guided him further to touch you.

Though you felt the leader of this tryst, you both paused at Logan's growl. He parted from your neck, glancing over to Wade's hand managing up your skirt like he had in the bar.

Leaning into your ear, Logan grinned with a specific grit that metered his dominant cruelty.

"Did I say he could touch your pussy?"

You froze, a warmth cracking from the middle of your stomach as your pussy clenched in response. Logan's gruff voice was perfect for commands, even without raising his voice.

"Aww, come on Logan, it's not that ser-" Wade started but Logan forced your knees shut with his hand.

He cut his glare from you to stare at Wade, who effectively shut up and licked his lips. Looking back at you, Logan ran a careful finger down your jaw then across your collarbone.

You patiently waited, holding your attention to his emboldened gaze. His smirk remained, his hand finding its way into your shirt and kneading at your breast.

"You know to ask permission," he said to you, then Wade. "Before you start playing together."

You exhaled shakily, your mouth opened and awaiting his next kiss. Logan teased at you, his top lip brushing against yours before pulling away.

He watched you trail after him wantonly, his own stomach flipping in delight.

"Please," you whispered, eyes half-drawn to stare at your boyfriend.

"Please what?" He repeated as Wade leaned after you to peck your neck.

"Please," you started again, looking to Wade resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Can I play with her pussy?" Wade asked, the words salacious and polite at once.

Logan bit into his growing smile, raking your body and taking in Wade peeling your skirt up to reveal your underwear. He stiffened, looking back to the two of you before hatching an idea.

"Come here, sweetheart," Logan ordered gently, pulling you into the backseat just in front of him.

The two of you shared the seat, your butt backed between Logan's legs as he implied you rested against him. He caught your jaw in his hand and kissed you again, his free hand spreading your legs apart as your skirt was wedged up your waist.

"Wade," he barked softly, his fingers hooking at the front of your panties and pulling them harshly against your clit. "Come taste."

Wade's eyes widened eagerly as your chest heaved in anticipation.

Logan chuckled down at you, his mouth before your nose as he spat out: "Pitiful."

Logan threaded your panties down and back up your pussy, his knuckle sliding against you as you grew wetter. Wade laid himself out over the reclined middle seat, pulling himself between your legs to marvel at the sight.

He looked up at you, his eyes barely cutting to look at Logan. Wade offered a timid stripe to your clothed pussy, barely lining your lips but drawing out a mew from you.

You tilted your head back against Logan's shoulder, your hips rolling against him. Logan pressed his grit teeth to your ear.

"Look at Wade and tell him to eat it," he ordered, prompting you to pull your head up and look at him.

His eyes were dark with a new sense of want; Logan yanked at your panties, tugging them off of your hips before offering them to Wade.

"Pull them off of her, easy." Logan said, his gaze softening at Wade.

Wade, surprisingly mute, did as he was told tugging them off of your legs with his teeth. You whined, wanting to do Logan a service.

Turning to meet Wade's eyes, you were egged on by his stare. One of an eager man ready to please. You gulped, spreading your legs a bit further to allow Wade a better view at your pussy.

"Eat my pussy, Wade," you managed with minimal whining.

Wade exhaled dreamliy. "Yes ma'am. Sir."

He raised his brows to Logan then carefully found his way back to your pussy; he licked again, drawing your wet up to your clit before suckling carefully. You drew a knee up, ready to back him off your sensitive nub, but Logan caught your leg, opening you even further and making you more vulnerable.

After he was done suckling, Wade moved down to slurp in your juices, nosing into you before slipping his tongue into you. You melted against Logan, crying out as your boyfriend held your legs.

"Is he doing a good job?" Logan asked, his tone snarky almost.

"Yes," you gasped, eyes rolling back as Wade continued.

"Why not tell him?" he continued, taking soft grip of your chin to pull you up again.

He directed you to look down at Wade, the bottom of his face smushed into your pussy. Looking up at you, you moaned outwardly then fought against Logan's hold to tilt your head back.

Your noises echoed through the Odyssey, your panting drawing up the heat in the cabin. When you regained a bit of yourself, you met Wade's eyes again.

"Tell him how damn good he is," Logan grit, hissing behind your ear. "Tell him how close you are to coming, baby."

"You're so damn good, Wade. I'm so close." Your eyes fluttered, gaining your voice in a pinch.

You felt Wade chuckle against you, his hand reaching out to rub at your calf. You broke down again, meeting Logan's sultry gaze.

He breathed in your pants, opening his mouth to tempt his tongue into your mouth. You moaned into him as his hand undid your shirt, leaving you open.

Logan reached for your nipples as he kissed you, pinching harshly at you before soothing them with soft touches of his fingers. You were effectively coaxed by his touches, whining further into Logan's mouth.

When he pulled away, you were shocked again by Wade's sucking on your clit.

"Logan," you mewled, close to coming while staring at your boyfriend.

"I'm not doing it," Logan teased, biting at your bottom lip. "Praise Wade like the good boy he is."

Wade moaned at that, which you both acknowledged. You praised Wade while Logan reached to pet at the man's head, taking in a sharp breath.

"That's right, you're a good boy. Make her fucking cum, I know you can," Logan said, his tone giving way to his excitement. "Get her ready for me, get her wetter."

You broke with another moan, your body tightening while keeping Wade's eyes. You piqued, gasping while your pussy contracted on Wade's warm tongue.

Logan ran his hand down your chest, taking a moment to knead at your breast while he soaked in your writhing. He bit at your ear, watching you ride into Wade's tongue.

"Don't stop, Wade. I want her crying," Logan snarled, one hand clamping over your mouth to mute your moans.

You scrambled softly, ready to shut your legs around Wade's head; Wade followed Logan's lead, continuing as you panted and whined, cried and moaned into Logan's hand.

That was until Logan barked for Wade to stop. He sat back with a deep exhale, he licked at his raw lips to clean up your juices. Logan released your mouth, leaving you to catch your breath against his shoulder.

"Come here," Logan coaxed to Wade.

Wade kneeled between your splayed legs, leaning over you to Logan. Without warning, Logan extended his claws into Wade's jaw, allowing blood to seep from his open mouth due to his pierced tongue.

He grit, leaning in to slurp the bright crimson from Wade's lips along with your tart wet. Wade moaned, tempting his tongue out for a kiss though Logan was occupied with licking him clean.

Wade's blood dripped onto your thigh, with Logan taking charge to kiss Wade. He couldn't disguise his growl, still drinking in Wade's red before biting at his bottom lip.

"You want her to return the favor for doing such a good job?" Logan asked, his tone coaxing once again. He licked at Wade's bottom lip, then his jaw before timidly kissing at Wade's ear.

Wade moaned as Logan retracted his claws from his jaw, leaning into the man's voice.

"Yes please," Wade said, surprisingly obedient in the moment.

Logan chuckled darkly, pulling away from Wade; he playfully smacked Wade's burnt cheek.

"Aren't you a little bitch?" Logan snarked, his nose crinkling jokingly.

"Logan," you warned, sitting up slightly.

"He knows I'm kidding, baby. Ain't that right, bub?" Logan asked, leaning in to tease Wade with another kiss.

"Uh-huh," Wade agreed blindly, staring at Logan's lips.

"You heard him." Logan said, edging you off of his shoulder. "Why don't you return the favor?"

-

You switched with Wade, leaving Logan to drive the "bang bus" back to the apartment. From the front seat, Logan directed both of you with snarls and hard glances at the rear view mirror.

"Don't you dare cum yet, Wade," Logan bit out at a red light.

Just as you swirled your tongue around Wade's tip, his precum mixing with your saliva.

He whimpered, his hands tightening to fists over the back of the seat. Logan glanced back at you two, catching a peek of your bare pussy while you draped over Wade's waist.

"Do that thing with your tongue, babe. That thing that drives him crazy." He orchestrated, wringing his hands on the steering wheel before tapping the gas.

"N-no, no, no," Wade pleaded, hissing at your mouth sinking down at him again.

You did as you were told, looking up at Wade as you reversed on his cock and licked heavily at his slit. Wade groaned, rolling his head against his shoulders to pace himself.

"Don't hold back. Keep him edging," Logan grit, changing lanes with another glance back at you. "God, I can't wait to fuck that needy pussy."

You tensed then extended your back, giving Logan more of a show while teasing Wade.

"How you doing, bub?" Logan asked, grinning darkly.

"Hanging by a thread here. I'm gonna explode inside her mouth." Wade said, tightening his fists to not force your head on his cock.

"Oh, you don't wanna do that. Right baby?" Logan ridiculed with a smack of his teeth. "You want him to cum in your ass, don't you?"

You hummed in agreement, pulling off of Wade's cock to grin at him. "I want you both to stuff me."

Wade's eyes widened in concern, his lack of brows knitting together. "That's really hot, it is, but I'm gonna bust if you keep sucking."

Glancing over to Logan in the rearview, Wade felt a chill run down his back.

"Keep sucking, baby. Show some restraint, Wade."

You hummed as Wade groaned, awaiting release.

-

As you opened the front door to Logan's apartment, Logan kissed Wade's temple.

"Be happy, good boy. You made it home," Logan teased, spanking Wade's ass. "And without a mess."

Logan moved past him to you, giving you a spank as well. "You on the other hand..."

You trilled, walking in with Logan following eagerly. Meanwhile Wade trailed behind, practically run down. Logan scooped you up over his shoulder, carrying you to the bedroom with Wade following.

"Don't be so glum, Wade. You're such a good boy," you said sweetly, holding your chin in your hand. "I know you can last all night."

"You might be giving him too much credit. Especially between your pussy and mouth." Logan looked behind him at Wade, noticing him holding his rock-hard cock through his jeans. "We'll see how he lasts with that tight ass of yours."

Logan grabbed a handful of your ass, kneaded at the plushy feel of it before edging his finger to your pussy. You were enlivened by Logan's touch, straightening your back to allow him further.

"You wanna go first since you're gonna pout?" Logan asked, pushing open the bedroom door and casually tossing you onto the bed. "Honey, roll onto your stomach and give Wade what he wants."

"I'm not pouting," Wade said, releasing his cock and holding a hand out at you, holding you in place. "I just...god, I'm gonna fucking explode."

Logan chuckled, grabbing onto the front of Wade's shirt to pull him close. "And you think I'm not? I've been watching you two have all the fun, when's my fucking turn?"

Wade snarled softly at Logan. "Really? I'm surprised you're not getting off by bossing us around. Fuck toys to get you off your ego."

You sat up on your elbows, staring at the two men sneering at one another.

"Oh yeah?" Logan taunted, undoing his pants to reveal his cock fully at attention. His tip was leaking precum, his shaft strained with veins. "Getting off my ego huh? I'm gonna bust as soon as I fuck our girl."

You bit your lip, shifting your knees apart while they kept arguing.

Wade offered to undo his pants as well, participating in the dick measuring contest. His cock looked similar to Logan's, though more decorated with hardened burns revealing muscle. His tip was reddened from over-stimulation, twitching while trying to withhold his latent release.

"You think I won't? I'm gonna cum as soon as I hit the bed." Wade offered.

You tilted your head at the two of them, waiting for one of them to pounce on the other. You were the final act, but they were the mid-climax.

Wade leaned in to touch Logan's cock, earning his growling hiss. "Fuck, your cock is huge."

"Why don't you suck it?" you joked peeling off your shirt before unzipping your skirt.

"I don't think I can get my mouth around it," Wade said, taking a timid stroke of Logan's cock. "You have my praises."

You raised a brow at him, sitting up fully to watch your men play with each other. Wade admired Logan's length as Logan mildly kissed at Wade's jaw, then his neck as his hand gripped at Wade's shoulder.

The more Wade stroked, the heavier Logan's kisses got before he met Wade's burnt lips in a tepid kiss. You were touched that Logan finally gave in to kissing Wade without stabbing, but that was short lived as his claws punctured Wade's side.

Wade grunted into Logan's mouth, biting away to pause stroking. Logan bit into Wade's bottom lip, hard enough to make him bleed from there too.

You shook your head as Wade's blood oozed under his shirt and into his jeans, no doubt leaving a puddle when they would be done. Stretching out on the bed, you propped yourself up against the pillows and took in the show.

"Babe," you addressed Logan. He tilted his head slightly in your direction without meeting your eyes. "Why don't you touch Wade's cock?"

"Yeah, touch it, big boy," Wade teased, coughing up a bit of blood into Logan's mouth. "I promise not to cum in your hand."

"You better not," Logan hissed as his unclawed hand drifted down Wade's front to touch his cock.

He gave Wade a lax stroke, one that made Wade shiver before backing his hips away. Logan laughed mirthlessly at Wade's closeness.

"Now who's a good boy?" You asked, spreading your legs out to coax the men in your direction.

"Don't patronize me, sweetheart."

You sat up further, shifting a pillow out of the way for further use. "Come on, boys. We're not playing anymore."

Logan quickly unsheathed his claws from Wade's side, stashing them in his knuckles and wiping away his blood. "Don't have to tell me twice."

Logan dove into bed, quickly undressing before taking you in his arms. He turned you over onto him, leaving you to press your knees on the bed and line up over his cock.

You worked your hips over his tip, watching his face devolve quickly from hardened to pitiful. Reaching behind you, you guided Logan's cock into your pussy with a loud groan to the ceiling.

"Holy fuck," Wade whispered from the foot of the bed. "I forget how hot you two are."

You smirked, leaning down to kiss Logan; you tasted Wade's blood, the tart remnants of your pussy in the umami of his saliva. Logan's hands roamed down your sides, growling hungrily into your mouth before grabbing thick handfuls of your ass.

He massaged at your thighs and cheeks, slowly working you soft before gliding two fingers into your asshole.

"Wade," Logan tempted, spreading your cheek open while he fingered your hole. "We're waiting for you."

"Fuuuuuck," Wade groaned as your pussy clenched around Logan's hardened length.

He undressed at the foot of the bed then kneeled onto the bed after you two. Ready to guide his cock into you, Wade watched as you started a soft pace on Logan's cock while his fingers pushed in and out of you.

You moaned down at Logan, hissing at the stretch of his fingers as they worked in and out of you. His cock pressed in fully, stretching you at the same time.

"Spit," Logan ordered from underneath you at Wade. He carefully removed his fingers and held them out to him.

Wade lingered a long dribble of spit on Logan's fingers; Logan turned his fingers back to your hole, softening your rim with a few flexes. He slipped them back in, pushing further before ordering Wade to grab the lube from the bedside drawer.

He reached quickly for the bottle, popping the top and coating his cock with a long line of clear lube. Wade tenderly worked his aching cock then dripped more lube over Logan's fingers and your ass.

You whined, leaning into both instances of Logan taking over. Your eyes fluttered, backing into his fingers before meeting his cock thrusting into you.

Logan retracted his fingers again, spreading your worked ass open for Wade to join. "Be gentle."

Wade nodded eagerly, lining his tip to your ass before popping past your rim. The three of you shared a deep sigh of euphoric relief, with both of their tips colliding between your walls.

You broke and collapsed against Logan, raising your ass to participate though your heart was racing. Your arms curled around Logan's neck, prompting him to hold you up as he tucked his face to your neck.

You moaned into his ear, feeling Wade begin to thrust before pausing to catch his breath.

"I-I can't last," Wade whimpered, holding your hips still while Logan kept you moving on his length.

He tilted his head back to catch his breath, but Logan clicked his tongue to catch Wade's attention.

"Hey, eyes on me Wade," Logan coaxed, raising his head to free your face. "Look at us."

Wade shook his head, half-blinking as your ass clenched warmly around his length.

"Baby, make him feel better," Logan ordered softly to you, peeling you off of him.

You mewed, raising up on your knees and reaching back to drape your arm over Wade's neck. You pulled Wade's hand around to your clit, his other hand taking grip of your breast.

"This isn't helping," Wade strained in shallow gulps.

"I know, I know," you whined, allowing Wade to rest his chin to your shoulder.

"Fuck, you feel so fucking tight," Wade praised, practically holding his breath while holding you still on him.

It didn't help though, as Logan continued easing your hips up and down. He stared up at the two of you, eyes raking up and down your conjoined bodies.

He hissed, throwing his head back as his fingers gripped harshly into your thighs. At the same time, you heard the distinct shink of his claws emerging.

You glanced down at his hands, noticed how narrowly his claws missed you; however, they were planted into Wade's thighs. Looking up at Wade, you saw him straining with his bottom lip between his teeth.

"God, come on, baby. I need you to cum right now," Logan ordered, nodding his chin to Wade. "Scrub her clit 'til she cries."

Wade struggled to stay coherent, but did as told; working your clit in circles, you reached a hand out to brace Logan's stomach just as they met against your walls again.

You seethed, hiking up on your knees to avoid the feeling but were caught by Wade's arm tightening around you. He kissed at your neck, his dull fingernails scraping against your stomach.

Finally, you came, pausing between the two of them as your whole body throbbed in stimulation. Wade came instantly, releasing a heavy pant over your shoulder as he thrust into your ass with finality and filled you.

Logan waited out your pulsing walls, enjoying the waves of euphoria over his straining cock, then thrusted into you and came directly against your cervix.

You collapsed against Logan, catching your breath over his chest. Wade planted a foot out to the floor, slowly pulling out of you to witness your dripping ass. His cum slithered forward to your pussy, coating Logan's cock.

He shifted slowly next to Logan, lying down on the bed with enough space for you to lie down between. Logan pulled out of you, shifting you onto the bed before getting up.

He kissed your forehead and left the bedroom in silence. Wade sat up on his elbow, leaning over to kiss your temple. Logan returned, tossing a water bottle at Wade while his cock swang freely between his legs.

Kneeling onto the bed, Logan offered a cool water bottle to your forehead before reaching between your legs to clean you up. After he was done, Logan shut off the overhead light then climbed into bed.

"Go home, Wade," Logan bit out, opening his arm for you to cuddle into his side.

Wade cuddled against Logan's other side, wrapping his arms around the man's bicep before hitching a leg over Logan's waist.

"You big lug, gimme a kiss." Wade teased, leaning in to kiss the corner of Logan's mouth.

From under the comforter, you heard Logan's claws sheath themselves in Wade's thigh and you scoffed in disbelief.

"I am not cleaning the sheets," you muttered, drifting off to sleep.

"Don't worry, he will in the morning." Logan offered.

[lumiambrose]

✰ the winning hand

kinktober 24 - day twelve

featuring: aventurine x f!reader

summary: you were taken by surprise when the aventurine of the ten stonehearts requests a private match from you. although, a gamble with him requires high stakes, and even higher rewards.

tags: smut, gambling, praise, degredation (if you reaaally squint), p in v, cunnilingus, use of sex toys, public sex, petnames (sweet girl, pretty, doll), not proofread (i drank too much last night mb fam)

wc: 2.2k

“so the winner of this next round takes all?” you clarify, unsure if the man in front of you has gone insane.

“spot on, pretty. if you win, i’ll be your loyal servant for the rest of the night. although if i win… you’ll be mine.” yeah. he’s lost it.

you’re currently in a private sector for the eclipse’s executives. it’s slightly elevated from the rest of the floor, almost like a private balcony with a gorgeous view of the grand casino. how you ended up here? you don’t even know. you were sipping on a sweet cocktail when aventurine, one of the ten stonehearts, requested a game from you. his assistant didn’t give you time to react as he led you away from the central casino and toward a far more private, lavish, hall.

ever the gentleman he is, aventurine picked you up there and stole you away to the balcony you now find yourself at. seeing as it was too late to decline, you figured you should get the most out of this experience as he explained the rules to you.

a standard game of poker shouldn’t be too hard, right? is what you tell yourself, despite struggling immensely against the man in front of you. you’ve only won… twice? out of the many rounds you’ve played and you’re getting worried, you can’t keep losing like this. almost on cue, aventurine suggests one final round to decide the winner, which is how you’ve ended up in your current predicament.

you eye the cards in your hand, desperately trying to keep your expression neutral. aventurine lounges across from you, one arm draped over the back of the sofa, his other hand casually toying with his chips. he’s confident. too confident.

“ready, pretty?” he’s teasing you at this point. the dealer, not making a sound, reshuffles the cards before sliding them your way. you glance at your hand and immediately regret your decision, but you don’t lose hope just yet.

the dealer reveals the first three cards on the table: jack of diamonds, queen of clubs, seven of spades. your stomach drops. aventurine smirks. it’s over.

with a hand like this, you shouldn’t even bet, but you go all in anyway, hoping the bluff works. of course, it doesn’t. he meets your bet, then raises.

the final card flips. king of hearts.

aventurine reveals his hand—ace and ten.

a straight.

you blink, stunned. aventurine leans forward, that damn smirk widening, “looks like you’re mine now.”

this was it, your fate had been sealed. only god knows what this man has planned for you. you let out a long sigh, accepting your defeat before locking eyes with him, waiting for his orders.

with a quick snap of his fingers, the dealer leaves the room, disappearing through the door without a word. “stand up,” you oblige, adjusting your short dress and hair as you rise from your chair, facing him. he does a one-over on your body, taking in every inch and curve, staring like a starved man.

the room suddenly feels much smaller as you’re left in aventurine’s company. he’s still lounging on the sofa before you, but this time, a more terrifying aura radiates from him. 

his next command is simple. with a predatory smile and commanding tone, he orders, “your panties, take them off.”

for a second, you thought you didn’t hear him right. you hesitate for a moment, but the look in his eyes leaves no room for argument. slowly, you reach through your skirt, your hands trembling slightly as you hook your thumbs into the waistband of your panties and push them down.

he holds out his hands, glancing at the panties before his gaze shifts back to you. you hand them to him as a blush creeps up your cheeks. his hand grazes yours as he takes them from you, stuffing them into his pocket with a victorious smile playing on his lips.

“oh, one more thing,” he reaches over to a small box resting on the table, opening it and taking out a small vibrator. “you’re a smart girl so i’m sure you understand what i’m getting at. if you manage a few games without cumming, i might even reward you,” he coos. “you like the sound of that, doll?”

even if you wanted to refuse, you know you couldn’t. begrudgingly, you put the vibrator in your, now naked, pussy, letting out a soft sigh as it enters you. as much as you should be disgusted right now, you’re filled with nothing but adrenaline facing the man in front of you. the fear that you once had now slowly turning into excitement.

he sets up the next round of poker, shuffling a new deck of cards and sliding some your way. “no need to bet with chips anymore, if you manage to win as much as one game, i’ll make sure you’re cumming on me tonight.” his voice suddenly shifts into a darker tone “although, if you fail… we’ll keep up this little game of ours until you're begging on your knees for me.”

the hums of the vibrator fill the room as he turns it on from the small remote in his hand. any fear you should’ve felt from his threat going straight to your core, letting out a small moan at the danger.

the next few hours we’re nothing but agonising pain. you played his cruel game, as he abused the power he had over you, making you crumble for him. you were close? too damn bad, he turned the vibrator off, leaving you whimpering in agony. you tried bluffing? he saw right through it and set the vibrator to pulse inside of you, only switching it back to normal once you confessed your lie. sometimes you’d even be so distracted by the sweet pleasure between your thighs that your hand would accidentally slip, giving aventurine a complete view of your cards. but lady luck was on your side today as somehow, somehow, you beat him. maybe he let you and you didn’t notice as you were too distracted by the vibrating pleasure or perhaps you just got lucky. either way, you celebrated your victory, excited for what came ahead.

“congratulations, sweetheart,” he leaves the sofa for the first time tonight, slowly approaching you. “i’m a man of my word,” he kneels in front of you, pushing your legs apart. “i won’t stop until you’re cumming all over my tongue.”

without any further warning, he removes the vibrator, leaving you empty, only to replace it with his tongue.

he eats you out like it’s his last day alive. sucking, biting and slurping on your pussy. “so good,” he muffles, “you taste so fucking good.”

he continues to lap your folds, stuffing your cunt with his tongue and sometimes nibbling on your clit. he’s so shameless too, not attempting to hide any noises he makes while drinking you up. the longer he eats you out, the more dissolved his words get. filthy encouragements and teasing praises slowly turning into incoherent babbles, growling against your cunt. each vibration going straight toward your impending orgasm.

“you close, pretty? can feel you shaking around my tongue,” he says with one last lick on your folds before you come undone all over his face. your orgasm hits you like a wave, your juices crashing down on aventurine’s mouth.

he pulls back, slowly rising from his knees. “fuck– you taste divine,” he licks any excess juices from his face, “could eat this pretty pussy every day.” he grabs your hand, pulling you up from your chair and bringing you to the sofa he was once lounging on, “but that wouldn’t be any fun now, would it?” he bends you over with your back to the casino table, giving you a perfect view of the central casino.

“try not to attract too much attention, sweet girl.” with that, he hikes up your tiny dress and enters you in one slow, painful thrust. you moan at the sensation, definitely attracting a few curious eyes from below, but you’re in to deep to care anymore. he lets out a sigh of relief as he bottoms out, feeling your tight cunt already squeezing him.

“hah– so tight f’me,” he started to rock into you at a slow pace, taking his sweet time destroying you. as much as he desperately wanted to give into his primal urges, rutting into like there’s no tomorrow, he wanted to keep his promise. he wanted you to completely come apart on his dick, turning you into his little fucked-out doll. his one hand rest on your hip, keeping him steady as he moves inside you while the other snakes its way down to your clit, teasing your overstimulated bud.

the pleasure is overwhelming, leading you closer to your orgasm by the second, moaning out praises for the blonde behind you. “aah~ so good– i’m so close!” you can barely get the words out, but once you do, he can’t hold back anymore. “gonna make a mess on my dick, pretty?” he speeds up, thrusting at a faster pace, fingers working harder too.

“you close, doll?” he vibrates against your ear, “that’s my good girl… go on, cum on my dick, make a mess for me.” 

that was all it took to push you over the edge, you clenched him tightly as your second orgasm hit you. moaning out his name as you gripped the balcony railing, letting yourself come undone for him. it didn’t take him long until he was also reaching his high, swiftly pulling out and releasing his cum all over your ass and back, staining your dress.

after he releases his grasp on you, you collapse on the sofa, breathless and still sensitive from the little game you both played. he takes his place next to you, moving your legs to rest on his lap. “looks like your dress is stained,” he traces a line down your leg. “give me your number. i’ll arrange a replacement.”

after exchanging numbers, you clean yourself up as much as possible before heading to the exit.

“oh, and sweetheart,” he calls out to you before you can leave. “call me when you want your rematch.”

taglist: @ryescapades @iamjellyfish @143-ilyuu @maruflix @pixelcafe-network

©lumis kinktober 24' ─ do not translate, repost, copy any of my works

[rin-may-1103]

Just a Bite (part two)

Previous | Master Post | Next

Danny slid into the taxi and closed the door, not even a second later did the man merge into traffic. Sneaking a glance at the driver, who somehow looked even worse than Danny did when he hadn't slept in four days, Danny slowly peeled off the sticky note from the seat.

glancing down, he found Clockwork's familiar handwriting. (which he would like to add, shouldn't be as familiar as it is, but then again, he shouldn't be having tea time with him either.)

Do what you think is right, only then does your future look bright.

well, alright then. does that mean Danny should jump out the moving car? because he didn't think walking into some poor rich dude's house and forcing his company on the family was the right thing to do. He thought it was the most convenient at the moment, sure, but not the right one.

flipping the note over, Danny found more writing;

Do not jump out of the car, you've already come this far. Patience will be a virtue. This is worth the persue. Do not worry, there is no hurry.

"what the hell, Clockwork?" Danny quietly hissed, glaring off to the side and out the window. "You become friends with Ghostwriter or something? and what do you mean don't worry? I'm literally running from the government. if nothing else, that's probably the one thing I need to worry about."

Another sticky note poped up, this time stuck to the back of the driver's seat. Glancing up, Danny waited a second for the driver to be distracted before reaching out and snatching the note.

the only thing on it was a very shitty smily face.

what the fuck.

"this isn't funny, clocky!" Danny hissed again, glancing up to make sure the driver hadn't heard him. "mom and dad literally have my ecto signature, they only need a single hint of which direction to go before it becomes all too easy to find me again."

closing his eyes, Danny took a deep breath.

holding it for a second, then exhaling. Alright. Fine, if Clockwork isn't worried or against this, then there's no reason not to do this. (well besides the obvious one; it's rude to walk into someone's house uninvited and whatnot.)

"fine, but I'm only staying long enough to snag some food and then I'm gone, got it?" Danny grumbled, glaring at his reflection in the window. he didn't receive another note, so he leaned back and watched as the city passed. Slowly buildings spread out, and green lawns turned into green fields.

staring down at the smiley face, Danny shook his head, carefully he pulled out his phone and removed the case. shoving the sticky note inside, Danny put the case back on and put his phone in his pocket. it was dead, so he couldn't do anything else with it so might as well make it useful. who knows when Danny might need that little bit of ectoplasm.

A few minutes later, the taxi slowed to a stop next to a black gate and rolled down the window. "taxi 'ere, Mr. Wayne already paid me."

"I see," a strongly British voice echoed from the box, "come in." The gate beeped a second later and swung open, allowing the taxi to drive through. Danny glanced around the front 'yard' as they approached the looming building. Nicely trimmed green grass fields as far as the eyes could see, trees lining where Danny had to assume were the property lines.

somehow it was completely different from Vlad's front yard, yet still, Danny could only describe them as the same. Green, full of flowers and sculpted bushes and outlandishly garish paveways for their rich front doors. If Danny squinted he could swear there were butterflies happily fluttering around the sides of the building.

and Danny uses the word building here because that was not a house.

No, no. That building wasn't even a mansion like Sam's house. nor was it a castle, like Vlad's. It was an old building of amalgamated eras and themes. Danny was so annoyed his phone was dead right now, Sam would have lost her mind if she could see what he was. Are those eighteenth-century dormers right next to a twentieth-century skylight???

you know what? Mr. Wayne deserves to have all of his food eaten right in front of him. Who in their right mind would allow their home to look like that? And in the twenty-first century no less!

The taxi pulled to a stop; and Danny, lost in his Sam-induced horror, automatically pushed the car door open, stumbled his way out, closed the door, and stopped at the bottom of the stairs to stare up at the roof.

Taxi man sniffed and then drove off, his jaw cracking yawn echoing in the back of Danny's mind.

"Master Tim?" the British voice from earlier echoed out from the now-opened door. Danny's gaze dropped from the roof and down to the older man now walking toward him. the man hadn't looked up from his newspaper, still reading a paragraph as he stopped in front of Danny.

blinking, Danny glanced down at the paper. he might as well see what had the man's attention so thoroughly. Another article about Damian Wayne and the schoolyard incident.

Danny snorted, he remembered reading about that one. Someone had thrown away their copy and Danny had been bored. let's just say Danny was thoroughly entertained. he even had thoughts about how the kid had managed to sneak in a small dagger with how tight the school's security claimed to be.

"it had to be his belt, I just know it," Danny whispered, leaning a little more to try and see what the new article revealed.

"yes, yes. young master Damian snuck his dagger to school, no need for you to tell me how for the seventh time. Now, then." the butler, folded the paper and put it in his back pocket, and then, again without looking, gently grabbed Danny's arm and guided him toward the door.

"master bruce has been worried about your lack of sleep, you will go to your room and take a nap or you will not be allowed to share in your siblings' desert at diner tonight." the British man sternly continued, closing the front door behind them.

Danny blinked at him, then at the large foyer in front of them. he was so glad Vlad hadn't splurged on aesthetics like this family obviously had. Was that a crystal chandelier?

The British man, Danny was going to call him Gramps now, guided Danny to the stairs and then promptly let him go so he could rush off to find the source of a loud crash, but not without telling Danny (master Tim) to get some rest.

Glancing up at the grand stairs (covered in an obscene amount of glitter) and finding a large golden framed painting of the ocean with a for sale sign next to it, Danny made up his mind.

Mr. Wayne was a multi-billionaire, who allowed his ancient family home to be butchered. If he wasn't going to respect his home when Danny didn't even have one anymore?

Then Danny was going to honor Sam; The person who had dragged him into this hellish life of interior and exterior design (as well as the half'a life coincidently). And how was he going to do this, you ask? well what else, then do the very thing she's dedicated her time to?

Eating the rich.

Or in this case; their food.

and well, what was a ghost supposed to do when welcomed into an ancient home with ungrateful residences? Not haunt them?

[mywritersmind]

THREE DAYS. TWO CONFESSIONS. - KA12

summary : A pair of flirty teens with rich parents and talent running through their blood. In three days of running into eachother in black and red, the pair seem to come to the conclusion that maybe their jokes aren’t too far off from the truth.

listen up : suggestive jokes. dual pov!! mutual pining! banter! kimixbearman!reader. idk apparently i have a thing for wrong kimi x photographers

word count : 3740

⋆｡‧˚⋆

I’m staring at him.

He’s talking to an engineer from Mercedes, leaning against a table with his arms braced against it. Fuck his arms. Tan and veiny, gripping the table.

His curls bounce as he nods, his jaw moving as his words meet the open air. I bring my camera up to my face, peering through and snapping one shot. One for myself.

One of him.

Kimi turns his head when I take the photo, the confused look on his face changing, the corner of his lip quirking upwards.

He excuses himself, walking over to me while slipping his hands into his pockets, “Antonelli.” I nod.

“Bella.” He says it as if it’s any other word, yet the weight of it hangs above me like a knife.

He’s called me ‘Bella’ ever since I caught him talking to his friend in italian two years ago. He was explaining who was in the group photo we took at Prema and he said, “The pretty one to the left is Y/n.”

In the moment, my heart did a funny flip, but I played it off and am now stuck with him calling me ‘Pretty’ in his favorite romantic language.

“Saw your face when Lewis radioed.” I fake a frown, “Don't want the car anymore?”

He stays calm and collected, his accent hitting me once again, “It’s like you don’t want to see me every weekend next year.” He frowns, “I know you better than that.”

I cross my arms, looking up at him, “Do you?”

“If I wasn’t there, who would you bully?”

A small smile breaks my cool exterior, “True. My brother isn’t as easy as you.”

He bites his lip, shaking his head, “Ollie is a project for both of us to bug.”

⋆༺

I’m in the Ferrari garage for the majority of the day, practice going smoothly and my day getting increasingly boring.

I end up walking over to Ollie as he gets out of his car, “My speedy brother!” I smile as he pulls his helmet off, the same grin he has everytime he gets out of a car.

“My snappy sister.” He greets me as I raise a brow. “Oh! Later today I'm going over to Kimi’s room so I can’t get dinner with you…” I frown, “Sorry! Guys night. Jack too.”

I cross my arms, “How are the three of you already pissing me off and your season hasn’t started yet?” Ollie just laughs and shrugs, leaving me in the pitlane.

I continue my walk, taking some more photos even though I'm technically supposed to focus on Ferrari pics. I see Kimi in the Mercedes garage, talking animatedly with Lewis.

I pull myself away because too many times I’ve gotten caught looking at him.

I continue my walk to see Jack Doohan standing alone, “Jack!” I smile as I approach him.

He grins a toothy smile, “Y/n! Long time no see!”

“Shit, yeah! How’ve you been?”

“Great! This weather is worrying me though.” I look up to the blue skies, frowning, “I have a feeling.” Jack and his ‘feelings’ are well known in the paddock.

“Well, if it does rain i’m calling for a singing in the rain moment!”

“I’m thinking more of Tom Holland and an umbrella.” I let out a loud laugh, reaching out to touch his arm.

“I’m so in! I can definitely find a black wig and leather.” He shakes his head, his gaze flicking past me.

I turn instinctively. Kimi is looking at us, his face blank but soon turns into a soft smile and a wave. Jack waves back but Kimi doesn’t look at me, just walks back into the garage.

I make a face, turning back to Jack, “Weird.” He laughs out loud, staring down at me, “What?”

Jack just shakes his head, “I’ll see you later, Y/n.”

⋆༺

KIMI

The guys somehow found three old gaming controllers and hooked them up to the TV. Ollie and Jack are screaming at each other as I grab the ice bucket, “Hey! Grab me a candy bar?”

“Oh! And some crisps!” Jack cuts in. Rolling my eyes, I grab some cash and slip out the door.

As I walk down the hallway, I’m humming a stupid one direction song that Ollie got stuck in my head. The hotel is nice and I pause when I walk past the window.

Brazil stares back at me, the darkness isolating the few lights that are still on. I pull myself away from the view and continue humming and walking to the ice machine.

I stop my noise as soon as I turn the corner, seeing a girl standing with her back facing me, and her foot repeatedly hitting the vending machine.

She’s in pink low waisted flared sweats, and what looks like a formerly oversized shirt, cut into a crop and off the shoulder top.

“Fuck!” She yells again, this time placing her hands on the machine.

“Y/n?” I don’t mean to scare her, but she jumps. “Sorry. You need help?”

She looks hopelessly between me and the machine, crossing her arms over her bare skin, “Yes. This stupid thing ate my money!”

I can’t help but smile at her anger, her face is red and her hair looks like she’s shoved her hands through it a million times.

I quietly nod, peering into the box and seeing the stuck candy. I put my money in, buying a packet of strawberry cookies that do exactly what I hoped.

When the pack falls, it knocks her candy right out. “My savior.” She jokes before bending down and reaching into it. My gaze flicks down to her ass, the curve of her waist and her skin on display.

When she stands, I finally see her candy. It’s a chocolate bar with some sort of nuts and she looks ecstatic to finally have it in her grasp.

“Thank you!” She hands over my cookies that I hope Ollie will eat, “How’s the boys night going? They put you on errand duties?” She laughs a bit, a sound I wish I could bottle.

I scratch the back of my neck, “Yeah… What are you up to tonight?”

She shrugs, “Movies, going through pictures, snacks, crying. The usual?”

I let out a breathy laugh, “Why are you crying?”

“I miss my cat.”

“Mmm, peppermint.” I swear she almost starts crying right there. But she takes a breath, “You alone?”

It’s like a switch flips and she’s suddenly looking up at me like I'm more than some kid from karting. She bats her eyelashes, “I don’t have to be. Ditch the guys, I'm watching the princess bride.” I frown, I do love that movie.

“As appealing as that sounds… I think your brother would have an issue with that.” Her lips quirk into a slow smirk. God I love her lips.

“Tell them you got lost. Or kidnapped!” she steps a bit closer, “You really gonna turn down my invite?”

Fuck. Actually fuck. Fuck Ollie for having such a hot sister and fuck her for being so damn convincing. “You’re making it really hard for me.”

She doesn’t miss a fucking beat, raising a brow innocently, “Making more than one thing hard?”

I bite my lip, shaking my head, “You’re funny.”

She doesn’t break eye contact, “I aim to please.”

“You’re gonna get me in trouble, Bella.” I see her flirty facade break when I call her that. She likes it and I like that I can make her blush like that.

She flips her hair over her shoulder, “There’s this thing called self control.

I run my tongue over my teeth, “Trust me. I know a thing or two about it.” She looks satisfied at my answer, “Is this gonna come back to haunt me?”

She blinks innocently, backing up, “I have no idea what you’re talking about!”

I groan, watching her sinister smirk as she leaves, “Bearman…”

She mocks me, laughing, “Antonelli.” I want her to say my name a million times in a million different ways.

I nod slowly, “Have fun crying!”

“Have fun thinking about me!” She blows a kiss before disappearing around the corner. I want to chase after her and keep our conversation going forever.

Instead, I buy a bag of crisps and a chocolate bar. Walking back to my room, all I can wonder is why the universe continues to test me with my best friend's bloody sister.

⋆༺

YOU

I bounce around the paddock, RAYE in my headphones and my camera in hand. The sprint is over and after some dramatics, the rain started.

I texted Jack as soon as I saw the dark cloud, letting him know he’d be good as a prophet.

I run into Franco, he looks tired but happy to see me, “Fran!” He hasn’t been here for long, but his first day was when we met and hit it off instantly. He’s like another brother to me.

“I’m hiding from the media.” He whispers, “Anything interesting happen to you recently?” My mind immediately goes to Kimi and last night. Something about him just makes me need to mess with him.

But maybe it’s not all for fun, maybe it’s a bit of truth mixed with flirting.

“Uh oh…” Franco points at me, “You've got that look in your eye.”

I scoff, playing it off, “What look?”

“That look like something interesting did happen to you. Spill!” I’m about to say something but a figure appears next to us, clapping his hand with Franco and smiling at me.

“Norris!” I thank god for the distraction.

“What’s up?” He’s in all papaya orange, a water bottle in hand.

Franco smirks, “Y/n here was just about to tell me about her interesting life!” He crosses his arms, “Go ahead.”

“Oh?” Lando turns to me as well, standing next to Franco. I suddenly feel very ganged up on.

“I’m not telling you two anything! You’re both too nosy.”

“Can’t help but be curious. Especially about you.” Franco’s relaxed manner makes my lips crack, smiling a bit. “So tell us, who’s the boy?”

“You’re not my brother- you don’t get to ask that.”

“You tell Ollie about your boy troubles?” Lando asks.

“He’s my twin, it’s in the rule book. At least everything he won’t gag at.”

Lando laughs at this, his eyes tracking past me and I know instantly as him and Franco smile, “Kid!” Lando waves him over just as Franco catches the look on my face.

His mouth drops but I just run my tongue over my teeth, holding back my smile with my hands on my hips.

Kimi is next to me in seconds, coolly looking at me as if he wasn’t an inch away from me yesterday. “Hey.”

“So what are your intentions?” Franco comes in hot and embarrassing, my eyes widening at him.

Kimi looks confused and a little intimidated, “With…?”

I stare Franco down, my eyes wide and panicked, Lando finally understanding and breaking out into laughter.

“Next year. You gonna be okay with your friend on the grid? I mean we all saw what happened with Lewis.”

Kimi looks at me as if i’m going to be any help, “I think i’ll be okay… Y/n will probably give me more issues than Ol.”

I scoff, “Right. You’re so cocky with Merc. Do you need a reminded how Lewis is driving that car this weekend?” I tick and wave my finger, “Ollie was totally geeking out when he overtook him.”

He laughs as Lando smiles, “I say we get Y/n a car and see how she likes it.”

Kimi shakes his head, “Don't say that! She’ll go bowling and still win.”

I smile widely, “I was a menace in karting. Kimi has never had the pleasure of racing against me.”

“You’re the one getting cocky, Bella. You really think you can beat me?” I nod, knowing full well I would not beat him.

Lando and Franco both look at us quizzically, “Bella?” Franco speaks italian. Something Kimi clearly did not know.

Lando frowns, “Bella? Is that your middle name or something.” Kimi looks like a deer in headlights.

“More like a nickname.” I mumble.

Franco eyes me, “And you know what it means?”

Lando is still confused, “What does it mean!?”

We all ignore him, “Mhm.” I say as Kimi fiddles with his ring, “Anyways- I gotta go!”

⋆༺

I ignore Kimi for the rest of the day. In my mind, i’m blaming it on work as if the rain hasn’t stopped my job.

Well, I still sit in the garage and snap pictures of the same things over and over again. Charles and Carlos are pretty but become boring to look at after two hours of them sitting and staring into space.

“Y/n!” The head media manager comes up to me, “Could you go print out what I just sent you? It’s for a tiktok.” I nod, grateful for a distraction and a reason to get out of the cold.

Walking through the halls, I stare at blank walls and try to find the printer which we share with two other teams.

It’s hidden in a dark corner, the door shut. I walk in, still humming to my music when I face Kimi. I’m reminded of last night and how his humming ceased when he saw me.

He turns around when the door squeaks, “Oh, Hey.”

“They got you running errands again?” I smile, the door shutting behind me.

“You’re one to talk.” He eyes my phone in my hand, the picture pulled up already.

“Fair enough…” I walk closer to him, he’s leaning over the printer, “How long is your stuff going to take?”

“I’m assuming a while because I can’t get it to work.” My eyebrows pull together as I look at the tiny screen, my arm brushing his as I reach over and press some buttons.

I eye his arms, something that keeps acting a magnet for my eyes. Stupid driver workouts.

Kimi checks his watch, groaning, “I gotta be back soon.” I keep messing with it as he crosses his arms.

“I’m not very experienced in printers.” I shrug, turning to him, “Maybe we can borrow Haas’?” He makes a face, “It’s a printer, not a car part.”

When he reaches for the doorknob a sense of sadness washes over me, knowing we’ll be separated again.

But i’m supposed to be avoiding him! I can't make up my mind and it’s making me angry. I don’t want to be with him but I do at the same time and I'm busy and stressed and he’s so damn cute.

He turns it, except it doesn’t turn. His hand slides over it as it stays in place. He looks back at me, already panicked.

Suddenly, i’ve completely forgot about why I want to stay with him. Because all I can focus on is that I’m stuck in a tiny room with Kimi Antonelli and no fucking air.

⋆༺

KIMI

We’ve texted everyone we know, called and banged on the door, yet still… nothing.

I think she’s freaking out because her hand hasn’t left her bracelet. I sit next to her on the floor as she shivers, “I’m going to petition for a bigger warning budget.” I laugh a bit, shrugging off my jacket.

I see her gaze drop to the black bomber, “I don’t know how you’re cold because I'm getting hot.” I push the jacket closer to her and she offers a small smile and pulls it on.

I think she’s going to stay quiet, but she looks up and sighs, “Must be because I'm so hot.”

I laugh, grateful for her humor back, “Glad to know you’re feeling well enough to talk yourself up.” a small smile graces her lips again.

“The day I don’t, call the police.” She crosses her arms, pulling my jacket close to her, “Thanks.”

“No problem, I told you, you look good in mercedes merch.” She’s facing the wall across from us still, her head tilted back as she bites back a smile.

“Do I look good in Mercedes, or is it just because it’s yours?” She tilts her head towards me as a slow smile meets my lips.

“Bit of both?” I look at her. Her eyes locked on mine as they squint a bit, assessing my answer. “Mostly cause it’s mine.”

She shakes her head, looking forward again, her cheeks pink.

“Your flirting game has improved.” she teases again, “Must be all the time around me.” cocky. arrogant. and correct.

“Nah, I think it’s because I actually mean it.” I see her breathing change, her smile fading.

“Too far, Antonelli. Don’t do that.” She whispers.

“Do what?”

She sits up, turning towards me completely, “Giving me false hope.”

I blink, realizing that this is real and happening right now as we’re stuck in a tiny room, “There’s nothing false about it.” when she starts to look away from me, rolling her eyes, I scoff, “You can’t be the one upset about this. You started this!”

“I started this?” she looks shocked but her voice is still calm, “You called me ‘Bella’. You called me Bella and I didn’t even know your last name.”

“Some girls would like that I described her as I see her. And you 100% love it.” She licks her lips as I continue, “Ollie tells both of us to stop constantly. I thought you at least do it to bug him.”

“Kimi. I don’t care what my brother says that much and… If I was doing it because of Ollie- I wouldn’t flirt with you when we’re alone.”

“So you like it. So why did you tell me to stop?” I can’t quite place the look on her face, confusion mixed with… anger?

“I told you… false hope.”

“And I told you. There’s nothing false about it.” She swallows. I can hear myself breathing as she stares at me.

She stares at me as if it's the first time we met. She stares at me like she knows everything about me. She’s confusing and it’s making me so angry because we’re stuck in this fucking room and neither of us will-

I’m so caught up in my own mind that I don’t realize she’s leaning in. I don’t realize until her hand touches my jaw and her lips are on mine.

She pulls back, her eyes wide and her breath quickened. “I- Sorry.” I’m shaking my head and pulling her in before she can talk again.

She tastes like mint and smells like chocolate. My hand slips under the jacket, gripping her waist. I think I'm dreaming and if I am I don’t want to ever be woken up.

“Bella.” I whisper, my breath ragged and her smile pressing against my lips.

And then the door opens.

We pull apart so quickly that when Ollie blinks down at us, he doesn't see us. But he knows.

Y/n’s lips are red and my cheeks match it. We’re both panting and Ollie just blinks.

“Ollie.” Y/n says, her voice breaking the silence.

“No.” Is all he says before turning around and leaving.

⋆༺

YOU

Ollie isn’t pissed.

Ollie is… embarrassed? Uncomfortable? Horrified that he caught his sister and best friend making out?

We had texted him to get us out of that room and obviously I completely forgot because I was FUCKING KISSING KIMI.

I’m still warm and absolutely buzzing, but with the rain delay, I'm on extra photo duty. I edit all through the afternoon and fall asleep before I even think of texting him.

On quali and race day, I wake up way too early to my phone dead, and when I finally make it to the track, I'm working again.

With my phone a tiny bit charged, I text Kimi.

I’m tapping my foot the whole race, cringing at every crash and mentally screaming at every red flag.

I keep checking my phone to see if Kimi has texted me but still nothing. He pops up on the TV when Lewis gets overtaken.

I don’t mean to smile, but I do.

It’s ridiculous. I’m acting like a total school girl! One day, i’m flirting and sizing him up because I thought our game was… well… just a game. Even though I didn’t want it to be. And the next, I'm kissing him and checking my phone like an obsessed freak in love.

I really do like him. And that scares me a whole lot more than I expected.

⋆༺

KIMI

I frown with the team at todays result for Lewis, but I fucking run out of the garage the second the podium starts.

I find her in the midst of chaos, her hair is wet and I can’t help but laugh. She doesn’t see me yet, but she’s making a disgusted face and peeling her hair off her face, “Bella.”

She turns just then, her face morphing into a smile, “Hi.”

“You wanted to talk?” She nods, pulling me into an empty glass room.

“I like you.”

A slow smile pulls at my lips as I lean against the table, “I like you too…”

She sighs, like all she needed was to hear that. “But i’m fucking scared because how does that even work and I always thought you flirted back as a joke and Ollie is so weird about it and I really really like you.”

I take her hand in mine, her eyes settling on me, “The first time I saw you, I told Ollie you were pretty. He then informed me that you were his twin and I wanted to die.” She laughs out loud, “But it’s more than your face, because as pretty as you are, and as much as we flirt… I like you because you’re the smartest eighteen year old I know and the only one who can make me laugh and blush simultaneously.”

Her breath slows, stepping closer so she’s standing in between my legs, “I’m sorry for being a pussy about you.”

I laugh, “I wouldn’t give up your cheesy lines for anything.” my favorite smile stares back at me. The one that I create. I poke her in the side, “You fancy me!” I mock her accent as she rolls her eyes and kisses me.

She’s sweet and perfect and my girl.

[bettysupremacy]

Hi lovie!!! I love ur fics! I would love to see a Remus fic with an inexperienced gf! Not smut but like the convo before it like May be she's super anxious bc she's worried she won't make Remus feel good or like what if Remus hates the way she looks?? And Remus is reassuring her

thankkk youu for the request he’s so cute, 17+ just cause it’s a lil suggestive yanno

When Remus had asked you to stay the night through bleary eyes after the movie had ended, you hadn’t had the strength to say no. When he leaned in to kiss you, his knee nestled between your thighs, you knew you made the right decision.

His kisses were soft and breathless, growing more intense as you moved beneath him. He was warm and broad, hard to quit.

His hand grazes your thigh now, though you know better than to think of it as intention. He pulls up, trailing wet kisses down your cheek and neck. You gasp, tugging on his brown hair.

“I’ve never..”

He buries in your neck. He smells like warm vanilla and books. Maybe cedar. You dunno, you’re not a chemist.

“Been touched?” He asks innocently. His tone almost makes you smile.

His lips are pink and swollen from his attack on you. You swipe at the corner softly and he turns his head to kiss the pad of your thumb. He’s sweet, and his smile afterwards is stupid. He’s awful.

“Yeah.” You murmur, looking down at where his hand falls flat over your sock. Your knee had been hiked up in the frenzy. His hand roams up from your sock to hold your knee.

“That’s okay, we don’t have to do anything till you’re ready.”

You nod, looking him in the eyes. His are soft and round. “But what if you don’t.. like it?”

“That’s very vague,” he smiles at you a little. “like what?”

“Me,” you’re almost silent. “Or like.. when we’re doing.. it..”

He wants to laugh but he doesn’t want to upset you. “I wouldn’t care about that either.”

“My body?”

He shakes his head adamantly. “Do you know what I look like?”

He eyes his scars. They run over his body, weaving through each other at times. You don’t care about them, don’t let your eyes wonder. You found yourself doing it at times when you first met him, almost immediately looking away guilty. You weren’t judgmental of the puffy lines that run through him, just curious.

“I’ve never cared about that.” Your eyebrows furrow.

“Exactly,” he pushes some hair away from your eyes. “Why would I?”

You nod, breathing out. He’s right and you know it. He wouldn’t shy away from the meat of your tummy or the happy trail under your belly button. Wouldn’t gawp at your thighs or the swell of your breasts.

Well, maybe he would, but for different reasons.

“I want to do that.”

“Okay.” He nods. “Right now?”

“Um,” you murmur, eyes falling away from him.

“That’s okay too.”

He’s very genuine, grasping your jaw in his hand. He just wants to look at you. That’s it. Your eyes and your nose, your cheeks and your lips. They’re as pink as his, also puffy, slightly swollen. He smiles at the sight, dipping to drop his forehead against yours. He exhales softly, nudging the bridge of his nose against yours. It’s a quiet moment before you speak.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

You nod, shying away from his eyes again, leaning up toward him.

“Can I kiss you?” He murmurs, mouth dangerously close to yours to be asking that question. Yet, you know if you said no he’d move away.

“Mhm.”

He dips back down, softer than before. You don’t know what to do with your hands, reaching up to hold his cheeks softly. You can feel the skin of his face move into a smile.

“Can I..” he starts slowly, dropping down for a slow kiss before continuing. “Do this?”

He reaches his broad hand to the hem of your shirt, nudging it up a little. Your tummy flips as he looks back up for confirmation. You nod, and he pushes his hand under, not roaming too far. He holds himself accountable, stopping right under the band of your bra. His hips lower too. You can feel him against you as he holds you closer, kissing deeper.

“I’ll be gentle,” he murmurs, if not to himself, to you. “I’ll be gentle.”

[celestialprincesse]

Home - NSFW🎀

You hum softly to the music which plays quietly from the kitchen radio, flipping the pancake currently occupying the pan, perfect and golden brown. The sound of Simon's footsteps doesn't even register until you squeak softly at the feeling of his long fingers grabbing into the meat of your ass, nosing at the back of your neck, breathing in the smell of your hair.

"Hi." You hum happily, leaning back into him with the spatula still in hand.

"Come back to bed." His voice is gruff against your ear as his lips descend on the spot where your neck meets your collarbone, making you giggle, swatting him away with your kitchen utensil weapon of choice. "M' makin' you breakfast." You grumble in response, leaning into him as his circle your waist, dipping into the hem of your shorts, making a beeline for your clit.

"Pancakes gonna burn." Your voice comes out as a pitchy whine which makes him hum in satisfaction.

"Don't care - want my girl." The sound of his voice makes your thighs clench, panties already uncomfortably wet.

Your head tips back against his shoulders when his fingers dip into your cunt with no warning, eyes rolling shut with a hiss of satisfaction.

"Already wet f'me." He growls appreciatively, fingers curling to hit the spot which makes your knees buckle, making you huff when he pulls away from you, and before you can turn to give him an indignant look, he's got you halfway sat on the counter, pulling your panties down and getting down on his knees.

"Up." He instructs, giving your thighs a little tap as you loop them over his shoulders, his stubble scratching against the plushy skin there as his fingers dig in, holding on like you might run off, his slightly grown out fingernails leaving little crescents in the meat of them.

You hiccup softly when he noses at your clit, the vibration of his hum making your thighs clench around him. You worry that you might suffocate him before he's licking a long stripe along your pussy, making your head tip back against the backsplash, eyes squeezing shut when his tongue probes into you with no warning.

"Fuck, Si." You pant, thighs pressing against his ears whilst your fingers weave into his hair, practically melting when he brushes the bump of his nose over your clit. It's been far too long with him being away, so much so that you're almost embarrassingly close to cumming as you rock your hips desperately against his face.

"S a'right." He rumbles against you, grip tightening on your thighs as you try to wriggle away from him, his eyes meeting your own with a look that could only be described as pure lust. "S' a'right, baby, you can cum, want to taste you, yeah?" His voice is a low growl as you whimper when his tongue delves back into your pussy, dead set on making you finish on his face.

You keen out desperately, hands tightening in his hair when the coil in your stomach snaps, head dropping back, not catching the reverence in his eyes when he watches you finish, lapping up your spend like a parched man to water.

"My fucking pancakes." You pant indignantly when he's pulled away with a smug look, already going off to wash his face and turn off the stove.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

this is like my first time actually writing smut wtf😛 sorry bout that ya'll I was feelin a lil slutty😗

[eddiesxangel]

Your requests are open aaah 💕 OKAY this scenario for Eddie has been on my mind for a while - imagine hooking up with him (could either be a fuckboy or not) and you're worried you might turn him off when you're riding him because you easily get tired (and in past relationships you'd get criticized for it too because those jerks expected you to do all the work).

in the middle of it eddie can sense something wrong and at first you're hesitant to tell him then you eventually give in, scared he'll stop but Eddie just smiles and sweet and just says "well why didn't you say so sweetheart? hold on" and then suddenly he's wrapping his arms around your waist and thrust up into you like an animal and you get overwhelmed with pleasure and Eddie loves the little whimpers / sounds you're making as you bury your face into his neck 😏✨

-@/daisymunson (because sadly it's not my main huhu)

Sorry this took so long

Your chest was heaving as your poor legs have been working tirelessly to bounce on Eddie’s cock.

“Fuck baby, you like that don’t you, fucking so good” Eddie moaned “I’m going to call you my little bunny. Love hoping on my cock.”

He loved that you took charge that so far every time you’ve fucked, which was only three, you were on top. He could watch your tits bounce for him as your rode him, how your fingers dug into his shoulders for balance. How you would lean down into him to kiss which only made him slip in deeper.

You wanted to enjoy yourself, you loved the feeling of his cock brushing up against your inner walls but, god you were so tired.

The pain in your thighs was more intense than the feeling of Eddie inside of you. The only thing you could focus on was the burning in your thighs, you were worried you would cramp up if you kept going so you slowed down.

“What’s wrong? Are you not into this?” Eddie could see you were off in another world. You hadn’t been making as much eye contact, your face was scrunching up like you were in pain.

“No ,I am… it’s just” you trailed off with heavy breaths as you paused.

“Tell me” he squeezed the sides of your hips, only making your pussy clench down on him.

“My legs are tired…” you let out an embarrassed laugh.

“Baby why didn’t you say something?”

“I thought you’d be turned off if I made you do all that work…”

“Why the hell would I be turned off by that?” He guides your chin with a single finger to look at him.

Your eyes looked down as your face turned hot. The other men you’d been with expected you to be in top, so what would make Eddie any different?

“Because everyone else has…”

“Everyone else— who? what?" Eddie stumbled over his words. He was dumbfounded. "so you never had someone on top of you?!" he needed to clarify.

you shamefully shake your head no and eddie moves into action at lightning speed, flipping you on your back unexpectedly.

"now baby, you just lay there and look pretty. Let me do all of the work."

His hard cock re-enters you and at this angle he is so deep inside you let out a cry of pleasure.

Eddie's hips rut into you at a speed at which you could never gain while you were on top. The sensation was so overwhelming you lost yourself in the moment.

Your soft mewls quickly turned into long outwards moans of pleasure.

Eddie’s never see you so fucked out there was no way you were getting on top in a while if this is how he could make you feel.

His big hands were pressed to the backs of your plush thighs, pushing them as wide as you’re let them.

“Fuck you’re taking my cock so good baby, sucking me in so good it’s hard to pull out.” His eyes focused on the place where you connected. He loved seeing the creamy ring forming at the base of his cock with each thrust into you.

You were lost in the feeling, overpowered by what Eddie was able to give you. Was this the kind of sex you’re been missing out on? Being taken care of your partner. Yes it was.

Your body started to tighten as the impending orgasm was to wash over you. You felt light headed and the only thing you could focus on was how Eddie’s cock pounding inside your pussy. Your hands grabbed his back and your legs wrapped around him like a koala bear, pulling him closer and closer. You never wanted to disconnect your bodies after this.

“Eddie!” You screamed as your pussy clamped down on his cock and a rush of pleasure flowed through your body.

“Yea that’s it, fucking cum on my cock” his hips never slowed, the room was filled with the wet snaking sound of skin on skin. The room smelled of sex and sweat. Your haze never lifted until Eddie’s hips sputtered as he came.

You broke the minutes of silence of catching your breath.

“I didn’t know it could be like that”

“There are so many more positions I want you in baby we are just getting started.

[evielmostdefinitely]

i love soft!coriolanus. big bad mean man being so sweet?

something where maybe you're sick? nothing major but something where he gets to dote on you?

watch over me |young!coriolanus snow x capitol!reader|

prompt: as requested above, you're sick and coriolanus takes care of you.

contains: slightly dark!coriolanus. possessive and manipulative-ish coriolanus and slight paranoia. past mentions of lucy gray. mainly just fluff.

“Is there a reason you decided not to show up to the luncheon today? Left me sitting there like an idiot without you.” Coriolanus was annoyed, beyond annoyed- tone clipped with irritation, stomping through the suite that was just for the two of you. 

He didn’t see you in the living room, not lounging on the couch or even in the sun room. His bristling exasperation grew to raging fear. Sickening, haunting what if’s slammed to the front of his mind, painstaking memories of Lucy Gray’s disappearance. History had repeated itself again, he was sure of it as Coriolanus barked out your name, turning the corner furiously. 

Your tiny squeak of a response came from the ensuite bathroom, muffled by the closed door and high ceilings of your bedroom. Coriolanus bounded towards the bathroom, yanking the door open with a fury, softening once he saw you, crumbled on the bathroom tile. Your head pressed against the clawfoot tub, stuffy nose sniffles that had him cringing. 

“Darling,” Coriolanus watched you carefully. “Are you alright?” 

You lifted your head, eyes red rimmed with irritation. You looked pitiful- Coryo cursed the way it made his heart swell and boast with pure adoration. “I think I might have the plague.” You sounded like your nose was clogged, voice scratchy and soft, looking at him helplessly. 

Coryo grinned, a small huff of a laugh, walking over to you. “The plague?” He repeated, pressing a hand to your forehead- the skin clammy and hot. “You feel feverish.” 

“I am.” You croaked, leaning into his touch. “I had the doctor check on me. I have the flu. I-I meant to call you, but I got really cold and then hot, and-” 

“-That’s alright.” Coriolanus shook his head gently, thumbs massaging your temples in a soft way that had you mewling, head lolling into his touch. “I hate that you’re not feeling well, my love. Did the doctor give you anything?” 

“A shot.” You rasped, eyes closed, body pressing further and further into him. “I think my fever broke. I got really hot so I decided to lay in here. The tile is cool.” 

“I could have brought you ice.” Coryo muttered. “I can have the Avoxes bring you an ice pack for your head.” 

“No, I-I’ll be alright. I feel better now.” You were lying, Coryo knew that, but he didn’t correct you. Not now. Not while you felt so ill. 

“I’m sorry I missed the luncheon.” Your eyes rounded when they met his gaze. 

“None of that. I won’t hear it.” Coriolanus shook his head firmly, the back of his hand pressed to your forehead. Were you too hot? What did too hot feel like? Should he call the doctor back? His own worries mixed with his sinking guilt made him feel uneasy. 

“You need to rest.” Coryo said firmly. 

“I-I’m alright. Just let me bathe, and I can make it to the dinner-” 

“-Don’t be ridiculous.” Coryo scoffed, a hand on your sweat soaked back, pulling you up, holding you firmly to his side as he walked you towards the bed. 

You clung to him, walking stiff from the tightness in your joints, a little dizzy from the medicine and the sudden movements. He loved it, pulling you closer to him. How pliant you were, how easily you obeyed and relied on him. 

“You are to stay in bed until you feel better, do you understand me?” Coriolanus commanded, flipping the covers back, helping you into your side of the bed. 

You fell into your pillows far too easily, no fight left in you, body flooded with fatigue. It was so easy to let Coryo take control of you like this. Let him take care of you, tell you what you should and shouldn’t do- do it for you without asking. You supposed you shuld feel trapped, and maybe at times you did, but at moments like these, your heart filled with nothing but fondness. 

“You tell me if you feel anything, anything even the slightest bit off.” Coryo’s hand pressed to your warm cheek, your eyes glazed with fever. “Are you listening to me?” 

“Yes.” You hummed, eyelids drooping. “I will let you know.” 

“What do you need now?” The bed dipped, Coriolanus taking a seat next to you. “What can I get for you?” 

“I’m just going to rest, Coryo.” You muttered, settling into the soft pillows. 

“I’ll get you a glass of water.” 

“Coryo, I’m fine.” You grinned sleepily, heart bursting with warmth and adoration for him. “I just need to rest.”

Coriolanus allowed it, commanding his protempore to bring him his work, rescheduling the meetings for the day so he could work at the small desk in the corner of the room. Carefully looking over schedules and statements and militia plans, while also watching you. Every snore, hum, sigh, toss and turn, sound coming from you had his attention peeked, ready at any moment to scream for the doctor. His mind raced still, even with you in front of him, possibilites of horrendous outcomes and terrifying scenarios. 

Until you woke up, greeted by a small bowl of soup- one his Grandma’am used to make him and Tigris when they were ill. “I can eat on my own, Coryo.” You shook your head lightly at him, accepting another spoonful of the warm liquid, sighing at how it soothed your aching throat. 

Coriolanus didn’t respond, bringing the spoon to your lips instead. And you let him, of course you let him. When he was so gentle like this, fussed over you this way, gave you his undivided attention. 

Contentment settled over both of you behind the closed doors of your home. This type of softness never to be seen outside of here. Tomorrow, Coriolanus would order three executions in the Capitol, striking even more fear over the Districts and weeding out the rebels. He’d be merciless and cold and cruel out there, but for you- for now, he’d be gentle.