#like even like saying how beautiful she is at the beginning i can gloss over bc he didn’t know and i think it’s nice to call your sibling

[newjenns]

literally if it wasn’t for that kiss luke and leía would have a genuinely very sweet relationship throughout the whole trilogy

[repulsiveliquidation]

Touch Me Like Nobody Else Does.

Ona Batlle x Reader, SMUT 18+ don't read or i’ll tell your mom. first shot at smut so i don't know if it's any good lol

If you haven’t figured out where the title is from I’d recommend listening to the song while reading.

9AM Friday somewhere in Barcelona

The smell of breakfast poured into the room as you woke up. It smelled good; eggs and peppers were definitely on the menu today. However, the bed was cold and did not contain a certain defender you had dreamed about last night. You smiled though, knowing she had the weekend off this week and you had some catching up to do. Being in a relationship with a world-class footballer wasn’t easy, her schedules were so packed you wondered how you even got to see her at all, let alone have some quality time. Finally, they had a weekend with no game plus the Friday off to let loose a little.

You climbed out of bed and searched for your shirt, shuffling into the bathroom to freshen up. You heard the stove turn off and the clattering of utensils, a soft “joder!” following after before you walked into the living room. There stood your girlfriend of a year and a half, clad only in your huge shirt and her hair up in a messy bun. She had never looked more beautiful; a huge smile on her face when she saw you walk in.

“Hola, hermosa,” she said softly, hands wrapping around your neck as your arms wrapped around her small waist. “Hi gorgeous, breakfast smells amazing.” You lips locks onto hers and she gasps, hands tangled in your hair and body pressed to yours tightly. Your hands trail lower, giving her ass a little squeeze and tap before walking over to the table to eat. She smacks your arm and curses at you in Spanish, grinning with burning cheeks.

“What’s with breakfast? You usually like to sleep in on off days.” You ask her, sipping on your second cup of coffee. She shrugs, eyes looking everywhere else but at you. “Amor?” you say, a deeper blush creeping up on her face. “I-I just thought that maybe we could… Dios mío…stay in bed the rest of the day but we needed the energy so I made breakfast.” She answered the last bit quickly, face turning even redder than before. You laugh at her insinuation, clearly the two of you had the same idea when the long weekend was announced. You push your chair back and hold your arms out for her to sit in your lap. She sheepishly does, resting her head on your chest. “You never have to do anything special just to ask for me to love on you okay? While I appreciate the perfect breakfast today, you can always tell me if you’re in the mood, I’ll drop everything for you my love.” She nods softly, face tucked in your neck as she slowly begins to leave soft kisses. Your hands have a mind of their own, caressing her firm thighs lightly to rile her up. She already starts to whine and squirm, a loud chuckle leaving your lips as you carry her back into your room.

You lay her on the bed, eyes already darkening. You stand over her with a kind smile on your face. “I need you to tell me what you expect today baby, anything you want hm? Today is about you.” You tell her, sitting beside her on your huge bed. “I don’t mind, anything you’re in the mood for.” Her eyes were already big and glossed over. You peck her lips, cupping her cheeks softly. “Okay hermosa. We can make that happen.” You crawl up the bed over her, kissing her lightly. She laid splayed out on the bed, wanting to be a pillow princess today. You could only indulge her; she deserved it for working so hard the past few weeks. Kisses spread lower, hands pulling her shirt off and smirking when there were no undergarments hiding her perfect body. She bit her lip, wanting your reaction aloud. “You’re so beautiful, it’s distracting.” It was true, her body was so intricate and reactive, you didn’t know where to touch; where to kiss; where to love. You kissed down her toned stomach, hands pinning hers to the bed. Her back arched into your kisses; body covered in goosebumps as it reacted to your touches. Everywhere you touched lit her on fire, body wanting so deeply it hurt.

“Fuck, Ona.” You growled, grasping her waist and taking her breast in your mouth to suck on deeply. She was close to tears and you hadn’t even touched her where she needed you most. “P-Please, Y/N/N…I-I need you.” She whined so beautifully it made your knees buckle. You gave in, right hand cupping her heat and rubbing her soaked folds slowly. “Fuck!” she cried out, body like an electric fence; high voltage and waiting to release her charge. Your mouth didn’t waver, sucking and nibbling every inch of skin that would let you. She was wet and warm, fingers gliding through her swollen folds too easily.

“I-Inside, inside please amor.” She chanted, legs wide open and inviting. Again, you gave into her pleas; you were aching too but focused on her, wanting to give her what she wanted. You pushed her further up the bed and got between her legs. Her core was so warm and desperate you swore you could feel the heat radiating off her. She was a beautiful mess; hair stuck to her face, body flushed and skin covered in your hickeys. She was going to be teased to no end in the locker room on Monday but she couldn’t care less; she wanted everyone to know that she was well taken care of.

You suck on her clit softly, pressing her legs back and open. You could read Ona too easily; she was an open book around you. Her hands shoot to hold your head, jaw slack as she soaked up the attention. Her legs tremble and you suck on her harder, tongue flicking over her swollen bud in wild patterns. She couldn’t concentrate as your mouth worked wonders between her legs. You pulled back slightly, kissing her inner thighs. “Hold your legs open for me, darling. There’s a good girl.” She swore she almost came when you praised her. It was well known even outside the bedroom that Ona liked praise, you were sure to shower her with them liberally.

“I’m gonna try one, okay?” you told her, middle finger circling her hole gently. She liked slow and intimate sex, very rarely asking you to be rougher. She also liked being told what you were doing to her; made her heart beat faster when you explained in dirty detail the things you wished you could do to her. She was so wet and aroused that your finger slipped in easily. You rested your head on her thigh, arm wrapped around her hip to rub her clit as you fingered her gently. Her chest huffed and puffed, hyper focused on your touches as she tumbled quickly towards orgasm. Your tongue joined the party, mouth watering at her sweet taste. Tongue flicking her clit, a second finger entering her and a soft hum from you catapulted her closer to her release. Ona was shaking like a leaf, hands tugging your hair as she desperately needed something to ground her.

“Coming, I’m coming!” she yelled. Her hole clenched about five more times before she writhed and whined, orgasm crashing down on her so hard she almost couldn’t breathe. You helped her ride it out, fingers stroking her folds gently as you cooed at her. “That’s it darling, ride it out.” You tell her, kissing her lips gently. She blushed hard, hand cupping your face as you made out.

You climbed out of bed and reached for the nightstand. She smiled knowingly at you, waiting to see what you pulled out of the naughty drawer. You picked her favorite strap, the perfect size to feel full but still get all those delicious places inside her. “How do you want it, baby?” you ask her, pulling the harness on. “Wanna see you,” she said simply, legs opening wide as she settled into the bed. You got between her legs again, hand licking your fingers before rubbing her clit again. She was sensitive but she enjoyed the soft ache within her. Grabbing the lube, you spread a little over the fake appendage as she watched you with blown out pupils. “Ready?” you scoot closer, rubbing her thighs softly. You smile as she nods, hands pulling her legs back wider for you. You lean in, the tip of the toy nudging itself into her. She takes it well, your fingers and her orgasm having opened her up nicely. “You’re doing so well, cariño.” You whisper into her ear, holding her as you slide in more. “Almost there, hm? Such a good girl you are.” She whimpers, holding onto you tighter as you slowly begin to thrust into her. You fuck her slow and deep, exactly how she likes, her hands holding onto your thighs. You assault her neck with love bites, her hands now unsure of what to hold onto as your hips speed up a little just as a soft “faster…” left her pretty lips.

Satisfied with your art on her neck you lean back and thrust in deeper, pulling her closer and draping her legs over your shoulders. The angle gets the toy deeper into her and hits her sweet spot. She gasps hard, eyes finding yours as you pound the toy into that spot over and over. Her legs tremble and you hold onto her, wanting to push her to the edge faster. “Please, I-I’m gonna…gonna cum Y/N please, please let me cum. I’ve been good!” “Yes you have been, mi amor. The best girl for me. Come on, babe. Come for me, darling. You’re gonna look so pretty falling apart on my cock, sí?” you egg her on, the tremble in her legs intensifying. Your fingers find her clit and you rub her nub hard, as her eyes shut tight and her body lets go.

“Fuck, Y/N!” she yells as she comes, body pushing the strap out of her from the force of her orgasm. She writhes as you keep rubbing her folds, fingers shoving themselves into her as she rides her orgasm out. You pull away as she calms down, legs twitching and lungs gasping for air. You quickly take the harness off and pull her into your arms, cradling her softly as she calmed down. She leans into you, body spent and boneless.

She lets you move her around, leaving her for just a second to grab a washcloth to wipe her down. You help her finish a bottle of water and wrap her up in your robe before carrying her into the bathroom to start a bath for her. She makes you climb in with her, laying back against you as you hold her in the warm water.

“Thank you, amor.” She says quietly, turning her head to look back at you. You see the love in her eyes, your arms wrapping around her soapy middle as your lips find hers. She kisses back softly, leaning into the palm of your hand that rests on her cheek.

“I love you, Ona.”

“Yo también te quiero, carinõ.”

[dreamwritersworld]

His daughter (sully family x reader) part 3

Days went on and soon months went on and the two teens continued to grow a stronger bond. Jake had tried multiple times to make something out of their friendship but all siblings denied it was anything more than that. Neytiri slightly knew that it was becoming more however..

*

“…and he walked me to our Maui…Ao’nung is sweet mama, he’s perfect..my best friend!”

Neytiri saw it, she saw the love begin to form in Y/n’s eyes and voice as she continued to speak about Ao’nung and their small walks around the island. Being in a new area of course had the parents on alert, but for once Neytiri allowed it. This would be the first person Y/n genuinely talked to since their move, she felt as a mother she should let her be free for once. Neytiri realized that it would all go by calmly if everyone just settled in and got comfortable with their ways…who was she to tell Y/n to deny the leaders son whom was attempting to show her more of his world and perspective? At least that’s the excuse she held in her head, and when Jake questioned their relationship..she stayed quiet.

*

Everyone knew. The group of teens even knew.

*

“Where you going Y/n-“

“With Ao’nung Neteyam!”

“Oh..okay!”

In between the pause was a smirk shared between him and Lo’ak, teasing Y/n about her relationship that was waiting to begin. Everyone got comfortable in their steering bond waiting to become more, even Tuk!

“Wait! Wait sister! Can I come?!”

Kiri quickly got up to pull Tuk with her and Tsireya, wanting it to just be Ao’nung and Y/n.

“no..sh!…stop it.”

There was whispered protesting to Tuk’s request from Kiri but Y/n would never deny her baby sister even if everyone wanted her to.

“Come on Tuk! We can find some gems!”

Tuk ran like never before allowing Ao’nung to pick her up onto his shoulders. To the rest of the teens who saw their back facing them…they looked absolutely perfect. They were walking in the sunset, and without looking at their face you’d think they were a beautiful family..

*

At first it must not be denied that Tonowari and Ronal were iffy about the relationship and they too had denied it being “something”. However with a smile that wide from Ao’nung every time he came home after spending time with her … how much more can you deny it?

Tonowari and Ronal especially grew to accept the relationship. They saw Y/n prosper in their world and environment. She was good at that, accepting Eywa’s world. The strict parents didn’t deny or forbid Ao’nung from continuing to fall in love with Y/n…because they felt the same. Y/n was good with the people and she loved them every part of someone’s culture even if it wasn’t hers.

So there Y/n was sitting at the shore laughing with Ao’nung about every aspect of their world. It was obvious to Y/n that Ao’nung had some troubling parts of him, far to unserious and she was fine with that because she also viewed him as responsible.

It should be noted that although Jake knows they aren’t the top tier family anymore, he still treats his family as they were to be. He expected even higher expectations from them since he knew all of the island had their eyes on them. Jake was even told things by villagers about his daughter…

*

“Yes! My family is loving your guys culture and the ways of water.”

The group of men laughed at him.

“Yea we’re sure of that! Your daughter is settling in just fine with our future leaders! And so is your son! I’d say a little over friendly even!!”

Jake awkwardly laughed at this, trying to gloss over the fact that he just said that about his kids. Lo’ak had openly been getting friendly with Tsireya and that was fine because they were just kids it’d pass over…but Y/n? She could never do that. She was too gentle for that kind of position in this environment the clan would rip her apart since she wasn’t from there. Jake sat quietly next to the group of men who continued their conversation…he sat there brewing all these thoughts of Ao’nung and Y/n, they were just friends weren’t they?..

*

For the most part, Ao’nung was ok with her father not knowing because they were just “friends” at the moment. The group knew them as friends who had liked each other but they didn’t believe they’d admit it..until they did.

Y/n and Ao’nung happened to be doing chores together, trying to rush so that they’d have time for themselves. They were laughing in front of each other and suddenly they felt super close..close enough to kiss. And so Y/n did, she went for it and pulled Ao’nung forward. When they pulled away there was a moment of surprise from the both of them..

“Woah..”

“I’m sorry..I-i don’t know-“

Ao’nung interrupted her ramble before kissing her again and for the first time they finally embraced each other. They allowed what they denied for the longest to finally become true. Both of them went home with love and prosperity growing stronger within them.

The couple inevitably knew to keep their relationship underground, sure everyone speculated..but it’s nothing compared to actually being confirmed. The clan loved Y/n but it would all come down to their parents…most importantly Y/n’s parents…Their love would have to shamefully be kept a secret for the months to come..

But that secret was cut short…because what the teens had not known was that Jake had caught them when he passed by to drop off some supplies that Tonowari told him Ao’nung would need. It took everything in him to not stop them right then and there, he knew that he’d separate his daughter and Ao’nung for good if he just waited till she got home. And so it was tonight that Jake told Y/n that she should hang out less with Ao’nung because she clearly wasn’t doing the best in adapting to the island, it was a total lie considering what he said was the opposite. He said it though because he knew it’d bother Y/n and Jake believed she wouldn’t even argue against him this time…considering, she would be more concerned with her improvements…however she wasn’t. She knew her father’s ways and she tried to break out from his chain peacefully.

Jake was standing there furious and upset against the Maui, working on his weapon and cleaning them up.

“…you should see Ao’nung less. I’m requesting you to listen this once Y/n..they say you aren’t improving and you aren’t the best compared to everyone. It wasn’t like that at home with you Y/n.”

“This isn’t my home father-“

“It is now. You need to be careful with your words Y/n.”

Y/n sighed trying to go about it peacefully so that he would ease up on the idea of separating her and Ao’nung.

“…he’s just a friend sir-“

“Just a friend? Do you seriously think I don’t know what’s going on?”

“Of course not father, because there isn’t anything-“

“Y/n you spread another lie out that mouth and you aren’t seeing him anymore.”

The teen stood there, staring at him as he continued sharpening the blade. It was like he was scaring her heart with each sharpening, she had finally grew a real connection with someone and now Jake wanted to take that away. In that moment Y/n tried her best to hold the desperation in her voice low..

“…I’m sorry. I know that sometimes you think I lie and not be a good person. But…”

He continued sharpening harsher and ignoring her words

“I’m not lying. We’re just friends so…please don’t tell me that Ao’nung and I can’t speak.”

“I can say whatever I want to say to you Y/n! How could you?! You and Ao’nung are already seeing each other! I saw you two on the beach! I mean seriously keeping the biggest secret like that away from me?!”

Y/n gasped at the words coming out her father’s mouth and all she could do was let out a sob. He was ready to take whatever he wanted away from her…and he didn’t even care.

“Please. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I-I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I’m ungrateful and I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I wanted more..but please don’t forbid him from me…please.”

“Y/n! This conversation is over!”

Right then and there Y/n collapsed to the floor, crying and begging Jake to just look at her and feel an ounce of sympathy. If only Jake took a little bit of more time to realize the Y/n and Ao’nung were practically his own love story…except this time…it was someone who raised Y/n and whom she grew up to trust…that would ultimately betray her.

It hurts Neytiri to watch Y/n beg for more than just a book to live by, she was practically begging for love.

For that single moment Y/n heard ringing in her ears as she drained out everything just crying on the floor begging him.

“…Jake that’s enough.”

“Neytiri? Are you kidding me? She’s a little girl-“

“She’s your little girl yes, but to the world? She isn’t. In front of Eywa, she’s already growing up to be a women…allow her this Jake, Y/n can swear that they’ll remain friends during her training.”

The sigh Jake let out shower pure frustration at his wife’s needs..

“fine. Y/n I will allow you to be friends with Ao’nung but nothing more.”

Y/n looked up from her blurry hands, disparity and anger wash over her as she looks up to her father. An exhausted and emotional Y/n couldn’t no longer argue and instead shook her head to walk away.

She knew, he showed no signs of relenting no matter how much y/n argued, begged, or cried.

When it came down to who to comfort. For the first time, Neytiri chose Y/n. When her mothers skin touched her, she settled in it and fell asleep to the hand that was running through her hair.

In the early morning when everyone asleep but them, Neytiri decided to just ask the question. How was Y/n really..?

“My child is it true?”

“…is what true?..”

“That you want us to “let you go” as you say, that you feel almost “too tight”

“Yes, please. I want to at least breathe my own air. I love you mother but I cannot keep doing this to myself.”

Neytiri’s heart ached for the longest…she took a breath she didn’t even know she was holding. Y/n could see her mother struggling to understand or process the words Y/n has expressed, she couldn’t bare to be disappointed again.

“..you know im just tired of talking about it. im tired-“

“No. You can talk to Ao’nung Y/n please talk to him. Continue whatever relationship you have, but always remember that I’m here. Just don’t keep arguing with your father it tears my heart.”

“Ok…”

In the moment Y/n agreed happily but as they sat in the silence Y/n couldn’t help but get frustrated. She was upset that she agreed to not argue with her father anymore knowing it was something she could not keep. She was also upset that these arguments hurt her mother as well…

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Feedback please! And what kind of plot twist would you guys be looking for?? If so, I don’t know if this is my last one, this is just for fun :) Again, js trying to find my way back🩷

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[milfism-blog]

“Sarò La Tua Bambina Di San Valentino”

“I will be your Valentine baby girl”

Summary: While on vacation in Sicily, you ran into a hot readhead. What might happen when a bolt of electricity will go through both of you? Will this relationship only last at the resort? Is it just Melissa's first sexual experiment or the unexpected beginning of a blissful relationship? You should probably find out…

Warning: Comphet, Melissa being confused over her sexuality, mention of Gerry, a little bit of angst, fluff, smutty, explicit content. Read at your own risk!

Word Count: 5,3k

Author's note: It is my first smutty fic! Feedback is always appreciated! Have fun reading!

02.01.2023. Sicily, Palermo

You went on your first trip to Italy, Palermo specifically. You heard a lot about the beautiful city and of course the food. So in one click you booked tickets and of course a luxurious hotel. In addition, you lately noticed you have a type for confident Italian women so you planned to go all crazy for the trip. It was your vacation after all. No one knows who you are there and you can do anything without worrying about your work colleagues making videos and making fun of you later. You were already embarrassed at the working New years party with your co-workers. You are like a big family of best friends and of course, you all were drunk and made a lot of stupid decisions. Explicitly flirting with an older Italian woman you met in a club that night. Even though it was one  month ago. Your friends are still making fun of you. 

Actually screaming: “Beware milfhunter might steal one of yours moms!”

And if god heard your thoughts about hot Italian women. You saw one in the lobby of a hotel. Bright red hair caught your attention immediately. Dark squared glasses were keeping her hair from covering her beautiful face. Her massive golden earrings were reflecting the warm sun. It took some time for you to take in all her gorgeous curves. She was in a jumpsuit with a deep V neck which caught your attention. You were shamelessly staring at her gorgeous breasts without a bra. Your fantasy was running wild. You would not be surprised if your mouth was open. Without exaggeration, she looked like a goddess with olive skin you wanted to desperately touch and find out how soft it would feel. Is it as soft as it looks? Oh god this is going to be a ride.

You probably were staring for a good amount of time since she noticed and now she was looking straight into your eyes. They were a deep shade of green. You felt like a bolt of electricity went right through both of you. As if she was sending lightning bolts through her gorgeous eyes. And gosh her glare sent chills on your skin. 

The next day you went for breakfast and again you saw her there. She looked even more magnificent than yesterday. The morning sun was giving her olive skin a natural glow. Her deep green eyes were shining a light shade of olive. She had minimum makeup on. Just mascara to highlight her eyes and clear lip gloss. Her lips looked so full, so juicy as the most desired fruit. You wanted to taste them so bad.

When you left your table you went straight to your hotel suite. Unknowingly for you, she has followed you down the staircase. She was quietly observing you. You felt a strong gaze on your backless dress. The chills were back again. When you were about to open the door she pinned you down that hardwood door. You were shocked, to say the least. When you looked at the stronger woman. Her pupils were delayed. Not a single hint of green, only black. You were just staring at her eyes. Your heart was beating so fast as if it was going to jump from your rib cage. You missed the satisfied smirk on the redhead's lips. She was enjoying the power she was having over you. You looked like a lost mouse caught by a cat. So lost,so innocent, so deliciously accessible for her to use you. You tried to move but she pinned you harder. 

“You are not going to escape me, little mouse, now are you? Pretty innocent girl is scared now? Where did all the courage go?” She asked in a mocking tone.

Her voice sent you into a starstruck phase. So raspy, deeply rich voice. Fitted her personality so well. Dominant Italian woman pinning you against your room door, what can be better? 

Your eyes traveled from her beautiful eyes to her deliciously juicy lips. You gave in to the urge to passionately kiss her. And you went for it. Since she pinned your arms you tilt your head and went hard for the kiss. Your lips were desperate to get a taste of her. Her lips were as soft as silk. You couldn't hold the desperate whimper. She tasted like sweet Italian wine. Her delicate lips sent you into a euphoric state. When you took a needy breath closer to a moan. You smelled her sweet yet mucus sent. That you're gonna remember for sure. When you went again so desperately neddy for the taste to bite down her lip. So she would remember the next day who she kissed. And with that, she stopped you.

“No, no little mouse, that's not how deals are made. You are gonna listen to me and do everything I am telling you to do. Understood?” She rasped out.

Your knees buckled at her voice and demanding tone. You were not sure if you could even speak. You just nodded in surender. 

“No, sweet girl, I need to hear your voice.”

“Yes ma`am" You said with a trembling voice. 

“Good girl. Now open the door for me” She said in her deep voice. With a smirk on her face. She knew the effect her voice, her hands were having on you. 

With weak, trembling legs you opened the door. Almost instantly you felt strong arms on your waist. She suggestively walked you down to your bedroom and pushed you on bed. You started to take your clothes down but she stopped your actions. 

“No, bambina, let mommy take down all the clothes. You need to listen closely, baby. I have some rules for you. No touching mommy without asking, you're gonna listen to my instructions and behave.”

Oh if she knew the fire you were feeling all over your sensitive skin. Her delicate yet strong hands were tearing your clothes apart. The warmth from her palms was burning your skin. You already were at the edge since her first glance. You were so eager to please a marvelous stranger. The only thing you wanted her to do is use you so the only thing you will remember will be her title, her taste, her scent, her, only her.

“Come here bambina, let mommy ride your face”

You could not believe your luck, a stunning woman asking you to please her. How can you decline this delightful offer? It felt like a fever dream. She was teasingly slow taking down her clothes. She was purposely swaying her hips as if she was a predator and you were her prey. Her mouse.

She gave your neck a few bites here and there, not even bothering to smooth them. when she glanced at your face. You were totally blissed out. Completely at her mercy. 

She took down her ruined panties and took a seat on your face. Your senses were filled with her significant scent. The first lick was experimental to taste her. Her taste was a little mix of salt and sweetness. It was like blessed nectar. Your warm tongue licked her delicate labia. Her hips rolled at the action. You tried to steady her with your hands, but she slept them away.

“Remember the rules little mouse” she said, sternly.

You liked her again this time with more force. You made it your goal to memorize every curve, moan, whimper, curse. You wanted to drink her nectar, you're gonna take anything she is gonna give you. Her mind blowing taste was addictive, you wanted to eat her all. To give her the best orgasm in her life. You were softly nibbling at her sensitive skin. Swirling your tongue on a fragile rose. You gently pecked her clit. She groaned. You suck on it licked it and kiss it. She was slowly losing control. She was whimpering over you. 

“ahh, yes, like this, good girl!” She cried out.

Your tongue went diaper into her core, you were restless. Setting the faster rhythm. To send her over the age sooner. Since the goddess above you forbid you to use your fingers. You decided to challenge her with your skilled tongue. Switching between the suction of her bundle of nerves and going in teasing techniques of her core. Your face was covered in her sweet arousal. You were practically drowning in her scent. juices and moans. 

“Don't tease miele, mommy is going to reward you, ahh like this!”

You find her spongy spot deep in her core. You gave it a few light licks. With these actions, her hips were bucking back. Her moans became louder. She was playing with her full breasts to add more pleasure to her body. Your hands were scratching the olive skin of her thighs. Leaving red marks behind on a warm flesh. Giving more sensations and stimulation. Your tongue was skillfully going up and down her core. Small kisses here and there on her overstimulated clit. With each passing second her hips were swinging, she was trying to escape your experienced tongue. Your hands were clutching her thighs diligently. Every lick, suck, nibble was bringing her faster to the edge. Her breasts were bouncing. Her nipples were screaming for attention, she tried to pinch them in hopes it would make the ache to go away. She tugged on your hair. This action made you groan at the sensation. Long lasting vibrating suck of her clit sent her over the edge. She was desperately moaning. 

“You are such a good girl, little mouse” She praised you in pure bliss.

She fell on your torso. You gently kissed her. Letting her taste her pleasure. She moaned at her taste. You kissed her cheek and went straight down to clean her up with your delicate tongue. You cannot waste the sweet nectar. She whined at the overstimulation. You tenderly lapped the remains of her juices. Firstly on creamy thighs occasionally sucking on the skin. Finishing with a tender kiss right on her clit.

“That was the best orgasm in my life. You did pretty well for a little submissive mouse.” She said truthfully

“Now it is your turn bambina, mommy keeps her promises.” 

With these words she crawled over you. Her usual demeanor is back. She is ready to make you squirm and cry. 

What was supposed to be just a one night stand for both of you became something more, such as regular meetings, mind blowing sex, breakfast together, drinking wine together, deep talks. Simply just enjoying the company of each other. Just two of you against the world. Hell, you even moved in together, if you can call it like that. She was staying in the president lux. Big rooms, personal pool, jacuzzi, amazing balcony where you had the best talks. Her green eyes will haunt you forever. You already were feeling like you were falling in love. But you had to remind yourself, “It is just resort romance, nothing more, at least for her.”

Here comes your last day together on the 14th of February, day of love. But you could not escape the emptiness in your heart. Last day until she will disappear forever…

To your surprise, she ordered fruits and candles to set a romantic atmosphere. When you walked into the room soft jazz music was playing. Melissa walked to you with the bouquet of flowers in hand. You almost cried at the site. This is so sensual, beautiful. No one has ever done this for you. But she did. Maybe she was the one?

This gonna be one of your core memories. She already stole your heart. The goodbyes are going to be really painful. 

“Are you okay? Hon?” She repeated nervously, trying to figure out what was wrong. You were just staring at her beautiful green orbs. 

“If it is too much I'm so sorry I should not have to make it!” She sounded nervous, almost panicking. 

You whispered, resting the warmth of your hands on her shoulders.  

“I adore this so much! I've never had somebody do this for me. I really appreciate it.” You gave her assurance. caressing her and kissing her on the lips.

That final day gave you the impression of being a married couple right out of the honeymoon stage. She was carrying and completely open with you. You were both extremely delighted and nauseous from it. Tomorrow you will be flying to your home and family in a few hours. But somehow, without her, none of that made sense. Melissa was a tough woman. You figured that out while technically living together. But that specific night she let her guard down for you. And you could see the sadness in her eyes. Especially in the intimate moments when she was feeding you with a strawberry, kissing became more slow and desperate. That night was no power dynamic, just pure love and sensual kisses.

“I'm going to miss you little mouse” She spoke with obvious anguish in her voice as she conveyed her thoughts.  

With these words, you shared a last kiss. You felt like part of you died with you that day…

3 months later 

When you came back home you were in absolute despair. You were missing her so much it was physically hurting you. Everything, absolutely everything was reminding you of her. You were checking your phone every day in hopes of seeing a message or even a call from the redhead. Even your friends were worried for you. You spent the last three months by yourself mostly doing all your job responsibilities from home. You were looking through her pictures you took when she was unaware. Completely without makeup, happy. She was a big softie with you. One time you heard her perfume on the street. You looked like an absolutely lost dog looking for its owner. She was the only owner of your heart. 

Melissa was going through one of the most challenging crises in her life. Her vocation in Palermo completely changed her as a woman and as a person. When she booked the tickets to Italy she hoped she would find a hot young guy to hook up with. That fresh blood and dick will make her forget asshole Gary. That random stranger will make her feel loved and finally, she will cum. Because apparently Gary did not know anything about a woman`s body. He was a clueless idiot and she was simulating her pleasure, he did not notice the change at all. The idiot proposed to her even though they talked a lot about the subject. He just could not or did not want to hear what his woman wanted.  She was so tired of being lonely and sad all the time. Her love life was a wreck. But then you came into her life. Shamelessly staring at her but strangely she liked it. You were different, not like all the men she had been with. All her life she blocked the part of her that was thinking about experimenting with girls. Just the one thought of experimenting with a person of her gender was sending her into a panic. 

But. You.

She was not ready to share with you that you were her first woman she slept with. To be completely honest she thought she was just gonna use you as fulfillment of her needs and that would be it. But the way you were looking at her, so pure, so innocent, so happy. It broke her heart to think that she was just gonna use you so she just gave it a go. “No one is going to find out” she was saying to herself every day. Of course, all her thoughts and behavior were just echoes of the stigma. Liking women at her time was counting as something she should be ashamed of and better work this problem out by marrying a man. So he can cure her.

She managed to hide that “dirty” part of herself.

But then you appeared and showed that being loved by another woman is rather a blessing than a curse. The love was so gentle, understanding, and calming. And after all, nothing bad happened, she did not die on the spot as she was told. None of the bad things she heard were true. And then she saw all the great things about you such as you understood her by just looking right into her eyes, you were gentle and honest with her no one has done this for her. The guys just did not care about her pleasure and her as a person in general. Oh and your soft gentle lips, kind eyes, humor, everything about you…

While she was lost in her thoughts, realization struck her like a frigid wave. She fell in love... Just in two weeks with a mischievous stranger. Firstly she blamed herself for letting her guard down she let herself be emotional, feel emotions, experience emotions. That's what she mastered during her life. Put the guard up, be emotionless and life will be easy. Her exes used to tell her “Why are you acting like a bratty girl, stop being so emotional, jeezz are you on your period again?” So she stopped being emotional at all. But now her well-being was dependent on her happiness, on you. So she decided to break this circle of negative emotions and call you and tell you how she feels about you, and maybe ask you to be her girlfriend. To become hers.

 02.14.2024.

 United States of America, South Philadelphia 

It was Valentine's Day again. You felt a sense of dejavu reliving all the memories from the past. It took long enough for The Melissa Ann Kathrine Schemmenti to finally ask you out and ask you officially to be her girlfriend. But you didn't mind. You would wait for her as long as needed. She was like your special delicate, sensitive flower, you were a caretaker, you were patient and loving to see her blossom for you. When she did you were stunned by her true colors and personality. There were no masks, facade for both of you. Just pure love. You wanted to make her feel extra special on this day, which was also your anniversary (almost, but nonetheless). And it is going to be your first Valentine's as a couple. So exciting! 

But since you want to make this day special that does not mean you will not tease her. You like to push her buttons and see her reaction. And today was even more thrilling. You bought special lingerie for the occasion. Of course, you like to spoil your girl by buying new lingerie and see her reaction. You created a plan, you went to buy a new undergarments set. To your luck on Valentine's, there are a lot to choose from. One looked specifically spicier than the others, that's what you need! It had heart-shaped cutting on the nipples, with a light pink lace. It gave your breasts amazingly good lift even though this piece did have a push-up effect. To finish the lustful garment there is a cherry red thong with a small heart with a text that says “Eat me”. You put that on, you looked absolutely amazing. Reds and pinks colors were bringing accent to your skin tone, the thong was giving your ass more roundness. Mel would definitely like it. You also found light pink stockings, oh you knew how this look would make Melissa go absolutely crazy over you.

Your mind visited a naughty thought. You took your phone it lit up with the photo of you and your girlfriend laughing in Palermo. Your heart swelled with love. You opened the camera app and began to pose. The first one was you touching your unique bra, using your other hand to cover your nipples a little bit. The other one was you bending down and putting your ass up purposely to give it more roundness. Maybe it was not smart to take these photos and send them to your beloved Melissa during work but just thought about seeing her flustered and a little nervous. The thought of you turning her on was seducing you too much. And of course, you wanted to have fun tonight. In no time you got a response.

La mia dea italiana (my Italian goddess)

“Oh bambina, don't start something you can't finish, but the set look exquisite on you or I rather should say you look exquisite my darling.”

But you know her tough response is a facade. In reality, she is sitting in her classroom in her free period trying to play it cool because right now her mind is getting crazy by just one look at the amazing bra or the thong. You literally set fuel to the fire. But again, you are gonna worry later, or you might enjoy restless Melissa Schemmenti…

The sound of soft Italian jazz music welcomed you when you arrived home. The memories of your last night with the fiery redhead in Italy came flooding back, but now you realize you have plenty of time to spend together. You smiled at the realization that she is yours and you are hers. Hearts tied together. While taking off your boots, you noticed the path made of red petals heading towards your bedroom. And it clicked, Mel was recreating your last night in Italy. The roses, the music. You decided not to waste more time, excited to see what your beautiful girlfriend prepared for you. When you went upstairs there was an envelope with text on it “Open Me”. You eagerly opened it, it had instructions for you. “Hello again my sweet mouse, read closely, take off your clothes, stay only in your new lingerie set, and head upstairs!” 

You rushed out of your clothes, even the nickname “mouse” She definitely was recreating your night. You assumed she wanted to make things right this time? No more sadness, just pure bliss.

You opened the door to your bedroom and your mouth fell open at the view. The gorgeous redhead had a proud smirk on her lips. Evidently pleased with the reaction she got from you. You were too stunned to speak. The smoking hot Melissa Schemmenti had nothing but a pair of dark red lace thong without any bra just her exquisite breasts. Soft creamy skin was calling for you to kiss, caress, lick, touch it. When you looked more closely you noticed that her rosey nipples were covered with chocolate. On the bedside table were strawberries waiting for you to use them, fresh melted chocolate in a bowl was ready for use. You walked down to her as you were enchanted by her breasts. 

“Come here little mouse, I might need your help.” she fake paunted. Her eyes were telling you the other story. They were glistering with lust.

While you were occupied by shamelessly staring at her breasts, she was taking in your form with the new lingerie that you bought for her. She was practically eating you up with her eyes as if you were her prey.

“I figured you might like this il mio dolce tesoro, do not contain your stares. I absolutely love when you look at or touch my amazing tits. I know you love them. It is still vivid in my memory how you were eyeing my girls in that hotel lobby. Absolutely shamelessly, you are such a naughty girl. But I love you for it. My naughty mouse”

You could not believe your luck. Mel prepared all this sweet yet spicy, to be honest overly spicy, and all of this just for you, just for your eyes to see, your tongue to taste, to devour. 

“But we have some rules here, like last time. Rules for my favorite little mouse. First, you are going to address me only as ma`am, mistress, and mommy. Second, you are not allowed to take off my thong, this night is only about my tits and my titis only. Since you were brave enough to tease me during my work hours. You get a challenge if you can make me cum by just using your skilled tongue and hands on my breasts. Today you're gonna make me finish by just eating and admiring my breasts.” 

She announced the rules. Her beautiful green olives are gone in a lustful gaze. You can see how her breathing is erratic. Her eyes are focused on you. Almost silently asking you to start. 

“Yes, mistress” you breathed out. Your thighs are pressing together in need of any sort of friction.  

You sat on her lap. Melissa could feel your ruined underwear on her thighs. While she was streaked with the new sensation of your clothed pussy on her warm inviting thigh. Oh, how you wanted to take a ride... But just one stern look from your beloved Italiano made you behave. You wanted to be her good girl. Melissa, unlike you, could not take the tension any longer she yanked a fistful of your hair. Passionately inviting you for a bruising kiss. You whimpered at the sensation. She was restless. Biting hard on your lip just to slide her dominant tongue into your warm mouth. This action made you unconsciously desperately grind onto her soft creamy thigh.

“Ah, ah little mouse is breaking the rules again” She stated with a sly smirk playing on her puffy lips. 

Still having her hand in your hair she pulled you straight into her tits. You moaned at the action right between delicate skin. Melissa was completely drowning you in her exquisite breasts. You were totally blissed out, your face pressed between her tits. Giving up any sort of control, you give in to the desire to bite down soft flesh. Smoothing down with your warm gentle tongue. Melissa responded with a groan. Her olive skin was covered in shivers. Just from one action. It was no secret for both of you that her breasts were subject of admiration. She also loved them, loved the attention she got from you. Now it was a research question to see how sensitive her breasts are and how many minutes, or hours would it take for you to make her cum?

“Tesoro, do this again!” she groaned out.

You bit her again. Taking the heated bowl with the meted warm chocolate you covered your tits in the steaming liquid. You shivered at the warm tingly sensation. Making your rosey buds harden almost instantly. Mel licked her lips before launching her tender lips and sucking on your right nipple. You let out a cry at the delicious feeling. Of her lips on your nipple softly nibbling on the pointy flesh. Her other hand palmed your left tit. Using her nails to tease the nipple. The sensations were sending you into bliss. Her scent, her warm inviting skin, warmth radiating from her big breasts. You closed your eyes to focus more on the pleasure she was giving you. 

“Agh, mommy, please, bite me again agh, rougher plaeaase” You screamed from the sensations. The pool in your underwear was no help. You became more needy with every passing second.

You practically glazed more chocolate on her inviting breasts. Slowly licking the tender olive skin. You started with the top, kitten licking right breast, gently sucking on the skin around her areola. You were teasing, changing speed between agonizingly slow to faster with your tongue drawing different patterns. One of them was the word “mine”. Caressing the other breast with your nails. Giving a firm quiz here and there. Melissa was getting overwhelmed with feelings. She was so sensitive, everywhere. Firstly her breasts were on fire, pleasantly carried away with your skillful tongue, you sweet words you were drawing with your tongue on her breasts. The warm hand that was palming her left breast was sending light pulsations straight to her pussy. She became so putty in your hands. 

“Like that, good girl, you are doing so great, just suck nipples, they are aching for your experienced tongue” She cried out. Pressing your lips closer to her overstimulated nipples. 

Her praise was making your pussy clench around nothing. You were so happy to please your mistress. So eager to make her cum. Like no other men on this planet will. The sweetness of chocolate was mixing up with the significant taste of your gorgeous girlfriend. Making you want to devour her without mercy. Her fragrance was interacting with a sweet scent of chocolate. Revealing new muscusy notes in the air. Her strawberry lip gloss was like a cherry on top of the sweetness. All your senses were blessed with her gorgeous presence.

Your velvety lips were gently sucking on her exuberant nipples. Redhead responded with a breathy moan. She harshly pressed you into her exquisite breast. Too lost in the moment to care. You started to bite down slowly on the puffy bud. Changing the frequency of suction and biting. Gazing your teeth over a chocolaty-covered nipple adds more dopamine to your system. The taste of skin with sweetness was an amazing combination for your taste buds. Switching to another nipple you bit harder, smoothing harsh sensation with a lapping of your tongue. Taking a break from her nipples made her a whining mess.

“Amore…” Melissa whined out, while squirming her hips.

“Please, do-dont stop” She complained.

You took more strawberries and chocolate. You covered her reddened buds with chocolate and squirted strawberries over her breasts. Not caring where it will lend. As if there is no tomorrow you began to follow down the drops of juice. Making patterns, softly nibbling, and harshly biting down the pinkish flash.

“Tesoro please, I am so, so closeeeee” she was a crying mass. The overstimulation made her brain get foggy. She became more whinny. Desperately trying to get her release. 

You were practically sucking out her buds, areolas, using your tongue to tease, smooth, irritate, and get a reaction from a hot beast. Your delicate hands were palming her puffy tits. Your nails were gazing over and over over sensitive pointed rosy skin. One last suck of your tongue, one lust swirl of your hand on her nipple sends her over to the sweetest release she got from this type of stimulation. Her eyes got lost in the back of her head. Her hips are uncontrollably bucking against nothing. Her hands firmly tugging on your hair, pressing hard into her tits. Her thighs are moving intensively which makes your hips join her rhythm to saddle over her thigh. You were following her movements to make you reach your desired release together. You collapsed in bed. Heavy gasping for air. 

“ Well, well you did pretty good for a little muse, il mio amore” 

With these words, you shared a passionate, loving kiss. And that night you had the best sleep in each other's arms. Melissa finally felt content and loved. She did not regret her decision to start a resort romance. Now she has her girl. Sleeping right beside.

What a Valentines…

[icejjfishesz]

002. ༺ONE MORE ROUND༻∘

a/n: i'm spamming so bad so this is probably gonna be the last chapter for a few days cause i don't wanna be annoying lmao. how r y'all feeling about the series so far tho??

summary: after getting unexpectedly left by your roommate, you find yourself in need of a replacement.

contents: reader is down bad. paige in a situationship. kinda angsty.

previous. next. masterlist.

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paige was a good enough roommate for the most part. you’d lived with her for a little over a month now and all you knew about her was pretty much that she wasn’t loud in the mornings, washed her dishes, cleaned up after herself, and paid the rent on time. she was quiet when she was home with just you. unless oliva was over.

“you always fucking do this!” oliva, paige’s…girlfriend? fuckbuddy? ex? whatever, yells. you can hear the sound of paige saying something along the lines of ‘stop yelling, i have a roommate’.

she thinks you’re sleeping but the truth is you’ve been up for hours, you were used to tina’s noise but paige and her what the fuck are they anyway? have been keeping you up. you’re in the kitchen, furthest room for paige’s and yet, somehow, you can still make out almost every word. you make yourself a sandwich, something to distract you from the noise. it doesn’t help. their dynamic confuses even you, they yell all the time and yet they’re always together and paige never calls her her girlfriend.

“i don’t give a fuck about your roommate!” she yells again, her shouting followed by even more shouting. they shout for so long that when they finally stop it nearly alarms you. oliva stomps out of the house, slamming the door shut behind her.  

you take another bite of your sandwich just as paige rounds the corner into the kitchen and pauses when she sees you. you pause yourself as you take her in, her beautiful eyes glossed over with anger, her hair down. she’s dressed casually, warm. a hoodie and sweatpants, that she makes look exquisite.

“thought you were asleep?” she clears her throat, looking embarrassed when she realizes that you heard the fight. you look away from her, a look of embarrassment covering your face too when she almost catches you thirsting over admiring her.

“kinda hard to sleep through all that…” you try and make light of the situation but it only makes her tense up.

“sorry…”

you smile at her shyly. “could be worse…my last roommate used to bring her boyfriends home and let’s just say…she was loud.”

that causes paige to laugh, it’s a lovely sound. attractive, just like every other part of her. she sits down in front of you at the table, a smile light on her lips but no longer showing teeth as her laughter dies down. “yeah, i get you…i had the same problem, actually.”

you smile knowingly, aside from when you first gave her the key last month, you and paige don’t really speak much aside from the slight comment here and there. 

you bit your lip as she smiled back at you, a sudden confidence growing within you that you’ll blame on the late hour come morning. “can i ask you something that i probably shouldn’t?”

her eyes widen a bit and she seems curious, slightly leaning forward across the table, elbows resting on the mahogany in front of her. “shoot.”

“you and olivia…?” you begin slowly but paige doesn’t even let you finish as she lets out a shaky breath.

“i don’t even know.” she laughs to herself, a little winded. “it’s like sometimes…she’s just like when i first met her and other times she’s this whole other person that i can’t stand.”

you listen to her every word with rapt attention, unsure if you’re trying to get to know her as her roommate or because you’re unbelievably attracted to her. 

“i mean…she’s been…temperamental for months now but she was never this bad at my old place. it’s like ever since i moved here and told her you were…” she stops herself, looking down at her hands.

“...what?” you tilt your head at her curiously, when she looks up at you again it’s like it’s for the first time.

“ever since i told her you liked girls.” she looks at you the entire time she says the sentence, sighing as she realizes why her….whatever has been acting the way she has.

“oh…i didn’t mean to be a problem.” you don’t break her eye contact. you’re physically unable to.

“you aren’t.” 

emphasizes on you. you know you shouldn’t be hanging onto it the way you are but you have a death grip like if you let go you’ll fall into despair.

she clears her throat and you take another bite of your sandwich. “want half?” you change the subject, feeling awkward under her gaze. she shrugs, grabbing your other sandwich half and mumbling a quick ‘thank you’. 

“do you love her?”

why the fuck did you just ask that? you groan internally, feeling embarrassed because you definitely overstepped but to your surprise she hums, still chewing the sandwich so she chews a little faster then swallows before answering.

“no…” she mutters. “i really don’t”

“so why are you with her?”

“i guess…” paige sighs, rolling her shoulders back. “i guess she’s all i really know. i mean, i’ve been with her basically since i very first found out i liked girls and i think i’m just more attached than anything.”

you squint. “wait…you’ve never been with another girl?”

you’re unsure of why she’s letting you ask her so many personal questions but you can’t help but keep them coming for as long as she’d let you. you want to know her.

“nope.” she takes another bite of the sandwich. “why does that shock you?”

because you’re so beautiful and i want you so obviously everyone else wants you too, is what you don’t say even though it’s exactly what you’re thinking. instead, you shrug. “i don’t know.”

if she even slightly believes you, her face doesn't show it. a look of suspicion coating her features...but she doesn’t push you. “well, it’s true. i mean, we’ve never technically dated but we act like it so…”

“why haven’t you?” you chuckle.

“‘cause she ‘doesn’t do labels’.” paige rolls her eyes, clearly feeling as though that’s bullshit. “i mean…she doesn’t wanna be my girlfriend but she acts like i can’t be around anyone else. she’s so jealous cause i’m living with you.”

jealous? of you? that makes you way happier than you’re gonna admit.

“i see why though…you are beautiful.” her words bring you pause yet again.

[killxio]

dinner and dessert | e. yaeger

word count: 1,150 [4 min 10 sec read] | ✪ content warning: porn w a plot, medium-slow burn (?), p in v sex, semi-self aware cringe writer, missionary, creaming, creampie

eren x black!latina!reader / afrolatina!reader

✭ eren appreciating his sweet lil’ wife

your girl ever put down a plate of food so good you just have to take her soul? eren knows what that’s like.

he had that happen today, when he walked in after a long day of work to a plate of hot honey tenders with a side of mac and cheese and hand squeezed lemonade.

his beautiful wife, y/n, having just wiped her hands on her apron smiled when she caught his gaze.

“welcome home papi. yo cocinado para ti.”

he’s learning spanish but didn’t bother to listen to the second part, completely zoned out with his focus on her lightly glossed brown lips moving, smiling at him.

“‘rennie? i have a hot meal infront of you and you’re just staring at me?”

“‘cause i can’t tell what’s sexier. you or that plate of food.”

she bursts into the most beautiful giggles he’s ever heard and he can’t help but return the smile she’s beaming. everyday he comes home and is reminded to just how good of a catch he made, how stunning and amazing his wife truly is.

and so, over some RnB, she and eren sit for dinner. she has her legs to her chest in the dining room chair, pedicured toes and anklet resting comfortably. she waits, satisfied at the sight of her husband filling his stomach, until he’s ready to eat her up too.

——

“the only thing i can feed you that’s better than that food is this dick, even then it still might not compare.” he compliments in between neck kisses, you playfully swat him away and cower away into the bed. eren has since taken his shirt off and changed into a pair of shorts, you two deciding on movie and a glass of wine for yourself.

a glass of wine that you're close to spilling if he doesn't lighten up on the smothering.

"eren jaeger! these are white sheets! compartas y sientate!" you scold, still giggling, swatting at his bicep.

eren scoffs at your tone and moves lower on your neck, from the spot that makes you giggle to the one that makes you moan. and you'll be damned if you break your favorite wine glass.

"eren. let me- ahh- let me put down the glass. or i'll have you buy me twelve." he takes the glass, sitting it down on the nightstand himself while his other hand pulls you down the bed a little bit. he's leaning over you, dragging his kisses from your lower neck to your shoulder blades while his hands travel under your satin pajama shirt. his kisses are sloppy and you can hear the smack of his lips everytime he comes up to go elsewhere.

"thank you, my love, for the food." he says, finally using his lips for things other than trying to suck your skin off. he pulls up your shirt to reveal your breasts, nipples hard and at attention for him.

"mmm," you purr out at the sensation of his tounge dragging over your nipples, licking and sucking passionately. your hand goes up to his sloppily done bun, gently scratching at the back of his neck in a silent praise. through his own light moans, his green eyes focus on yours. the eye contact drives you crazy, he keeps it no matter what he’s doing, switching from kisses to licks or sucking.

“reeeeenn. ren bebe please,” you plead, beginning to grind your hips onto his thigh.

“you want something, princess?”

“yeah. you.” you flash him a smile that makes his dick throb, clearly feeling the wine with that smooth response.

it triggered something in him, if he wasn’t on a mission to break your pussy in before he was now.

in an instant, he’s between your thighs and ravaging at you. you can’t tell if that’s his spit or your pre running down your slit— probably a mix of both, but he digs in like you didn’t just feed him one of the best meals of his life. his tongue switches between moving your bud in circles, and placing deep kisses up and down your pussy. if there was a way to give a pussy hickies, yours would be littered with them.

his shoulders are flexing under the dimmed lighting of the moon and the tv long forgotten, drowned out by your moans. years of eating you out has perfected his science to a t, so needless to say the sucking sounds he’s coerced from your dripping cunt are beyond sinful.

“i don’t think you’ll ever know how fucking hard your pretty sounds make me.”

“mmmmm.. s-show me instead?” you ask rhetorically, rolling your hips into his face.

he pulls away to sit up, tugging off his black boxers to reveal his cock, standing hard at your attention. you spread your legs to allow him space between, and eagerly stroke him after he’s lined himself up with your entrance. the precum coating his dick gathers around your manicured fingers and the web between your thumb and pointer with each pump. he stops your movements and while he pushes himself into your cunt, he licks it all straight off, circling his tongue around your wedding ring. both sensations make you cry out.

and while he starts off slow, his pace never gets too fast but it’s still rough, making sure he hits your g-spot with every thrust and dragging the apparent vein of his cock along your walls. the one that splits in two from the middle to the left of his shaft that you’ve dragged your tongue up and down so many times.

“papi.. oh s-shit please..”

the feeling leaves your hands scrambling to ground you, and eren can’t help but find it adorable how you loose it no matter how many times he fucks you.

“calm down princess. you’re too tight, don’t end this too quick now. relax.” he commands, his hips stuttering slightly.

“c-cannn’t ren, hhhhn,” you voice over the wet squelch of eren driving his cock in, knocking into your walls harshly, and slowwwwly back out.

plop, slap, plop, slap, as the squelching sound of him entering you and then the rough slam of his hips once he was almost all the way in interchange. soon, your eyes rolled back as you barely mentioned something about cumming at your husband.

“cmon baby, cum for me.”

your orgasm sent your back flying up off the mattress, arching you towards him. the sensation of you contracting around him while you creamed and cried out sent him over the edge,

eren’s letting the most desperate groans out right into your ear as he empties his cock in you. the load spurting quickly then oozing from his tip as he slows his thrusts to a shop, eyes screwed shut while he holds your hips down on his dick.

all is still as you catch your breaths until,

“now roll over and arch for me princess.”

[wheezyseeker99]

Cherry Wine

Warnings: teasing, swearing, pda, oral (female receiving), praise, a little bit switchy between dom/sub, unprotected sex (fm)

18+, MDNI

Summary: A wedding reception inspired this one. And Cam’s pov the entire time for a change 🤭 anyways it’s a little fluffy, angsty, and smutty.

I’m standing here looking down at the love of my life in my arms. I think back to when we first met. Her words were sometimes fiery towards me. I can still see the light that burns inside her like the fire that was in front of us on the night I first saw her. Her friends are mine so eventually she got brought out to a party. She was guarded until I opened my mouth and made her mad.

She’s hot when she’s angry, and that was my downfall from the start. I found out easily that I liked to rile her up. I chirped her every opportunity I could. I walked on a wire throughout the beginning of our friendship. It looked ugly, almost like she didn’t like my presence whenever we were around each other, but I saw the glint in her eye that told me everything I needed to know. Her fight showed how much she liked me.

Then I remember when she came to a get-together crying over some jerk that ruined her trust. It sent my body into rage to see her like that. She threw her arms around the closest person to her, which was me. I reminisce how shocked I was to have her in my arms at the time. Her scent intoxicated my senses immediately, the vanilla and lavender mixing together to make my heart beat out of my chest. Even though she always acted like she hated me, I held her, fed her, and drove her home that night. She let me in for the first time and I let myself get carried away.

That was the night I knew I had to tell her. I wanted her. Needed her. Craved her. It seemed like it should’ve been a crime. I’m not around most of the time because of my job and she deserves more than that.

She’s a rarity. She is something so precious, and I wanted to make her mine. I held her hand over the center console in my car. I understood then that it didn’t matter, an open hand or closed fist would be fine as long as it meant I had her.

Once I got her home that same night, she was standing in her doorway and she looked up at me. She kissed me, and then told me I’m hers and she’s mine. I easily melted in her fire.

Her love has been sweet and right and merciful since her lips met mine. It’s been months and I still get washed away each night in the way that she sleeps next to me. The calmness of her breathing sends me into a peaceful sleep that I had never known before. It was worth it to fight with her.

Now we’re here, at our friend’s wedding, slow dancing. My arms around her and her head against my chest. Content. I still like to bring out her fire from time to time, but I like her like this too. The soft, beautiful woman I love. She lifted her head off of me and her dark eyes meet my gaze. Her eyes. They have always been something I love, just like how she loves my blue ones. I can’t pull my stare away from them.

“You’re doing it again Cam,” she whispered while kissing my jaw.

Her lips. They’re so soft against my skin. Such a pretty pink all the time. She rarely wears lipstick, but she wears this cherry flavored gloss that tastes like crack. I go back for more every time I taste it. Her lips overwhelm me and they make me lose my mind. When they’re on my body, trailing all over my skin, it takes everything inside of me not to let go of my control.

I lean down and press my lips against hers. Just as soft as the first time. I opened my mouth and licked at the seam of her mouth until she let me in. I groaned at the way her tongue slid against mine. This will never get old. Every touch of her lips is a gift. My hands that were once on her hips are now on her ass and I tugged her in closer.

“Whoa now you two,” I hear a feminine voice near us and untangle my lips from hers. Alex and Travis are near us, dancing.

“It’s the end of the night for you two,” Travis says and slaps a hand on my back. “Thanks for coming.”

My girl lets me go to give Alex a hug. I crave her warmth back in my arms.

I nod at Travis, “Glad you two are finally married. Shocked you didn’t marry her sooner.”

“She wanted to wait so I waited for her. It was worth it.” Travis is beaming at his wife. There’s something familiar in the way he looks at Alex. It’s like how I look at my girl.

“We’ll see you both back in Philly. Have a good honeymoon,” she smiles while letting go of Alex. She takes my hand and leads me out the door to our rental car. Before she could open the door, I tugged on her arm to face me. I back her against the car and place my lips on hers again in a chaste kiss.

“Your lips taste sweeter than usual.”

She bites my lower lip before pulling away, and I groan against her, “that’s the cherry wine.”

“Tastes a little like your lip gloss, baby.”

I taste her lips again, savoring her. I tried to go slow, I really did, but I couldn’t stop myself. She kissed me back full force, like she wanted to taste me too. Her hands come to the back of my head and tugged my hair to get my lips away from hers.

“Take me to the hotel Cam.”

She reached for the door and opened it before sliding in. I buckled her in her seat and closed the door, then got in on the drivers side. I tried to adjust my pants to hide my hard on, but this woman knows what she did to me. She knows that every touch gives me a reason to be turned on. I know my body is flushed under my clothes. I feel the heat radiating off of me.

I drove with one hand because I pulled her hand over to settle with mine on my knee. I needed to stay tame with my hands. If my hand was on her thigh, I would’ve ended up railing her in the backseat of this rental. If she had her hand on my thigh, I would have came in my pants. Her hand is safe where it is.

Once I pulled the car into valet parking, I handed the keys off and opened her door. We were in the elevator before we knew it. I pressed her back against the back wall and placed my forehead to hers, closing my eyes, “I’m trying so hard to be patient, darling.”

“I can tell Cameron.”

I love it when she says my name. I love it when she gives me nicknames too. She could call me any name under the sun, and I would tell her to call me it again. I open my eyes to meet hers.

This woman is mine. Forever.

I haven’t told her the forever part because I don’t want to scare her just yet. Although, by how she looks at me, she probably won’t say no.

The elevator doors open on our floor and I fish the key out of my pocket before we get to the door. By the time the door closed, I had her against it, kissing her like I could die any second. I’m losing the control I was desperately trying to have. I tugged at the zipper on her dress. It slid down her body and pooled at our feet. She made sexy little gasps as my lips trailed down her neck. Her hands are on my suit jacket, dragging it off my shoulders before her fingers go to undo the buttons on my shirt. Her breath caught when my teeth sunk into a sensitive piece of skin right above her collar bone, and my shirt is discarded not long after. My hands went to her bare breasts, tugging and pinching just the way she loved. She arched into my touch while her hands went to fumble with my belt. She gave up and grasped my dick over my pants.

“Sweetheart please,” I moaned out against her skin. She giggled. God, I love that sound.

“I’m usually the one to beg.”

“You have my dick in a chokehold, baby. I’m at your mercy,” I say. I feel my throat get more gravelly by the second. I pulled my hands away from her to unbuckle my belt for her, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants too.

“I love it when you’re at my mercy.”

“Give me more,” I beg. “Please.”

She takes my hands in hers and drags me over to the bed. I laid her down, dragging my hands down her bare skin. She squirmed a little at my touch. I stood up and looked down at her while I kicked out of my shoes. I discarded my underwear and pants, not letting my eyes leave her. Her eyes dragged down my body. She always loves looking at me undress, I can tell by her face.

“I see that look, sweetheart.”

“And?” She lifts her feet up for me to take off her heels. They made her short legs look longer all night. I slipped them off her feet, placing kisses up her calves. I spread her legs and find the a wet spot on her panties. I hook my fingers into the waistband and pull them off of her.

I groan again and nearly fall to my knees at the sight, “please baby, can you sit on my face?”

“Lay down, sweet boy.”

I obey and lay down. She straddled my mouth and I immediately dive in. I burry my face into her and flick my tongue against her clit. Fuck, she tastes so good. I breathed her in as I move my hands to her hips and pull her further onto my mouth. She calls out my name and I swear I get harder. I didn’t think that could be possible. I want to suffocate between her thighs. This is where I belong. I belong to her.

Her hand reaches down and clutches my hair in her grasp. She’s urging me on. My eyes meet hers when I lick at her entrance, “just like that Cam.”

I bring my fingers to her tight entrance, pushing two in. She whimpered while clenching around my fingers. My tongue circled her clit and her hips ground down onto me.

“Fuck,” she gasped, eyes squeezing closed. “Fuck Cam.”

I pulled my mouth from her for a second, “that’s it. Keep riding, sweetheart.”

Within a few moments, she was writhing against me, chasing her orgasm. The way her tits were bouncing almost made me shoot my load. I know my dick is pulsing and standing at attention without looking at it. I placed my hands on her hips and lifted her off of me, laying her down on the bedspread.

“You’re an animal,” she gasped. I stared down at her body and smirked.

“For you? Always.”

I run my hands up and down her thighs, spreading them. Fucking hell, I could taste her forever, but I could also fuck her forever too. I love taking my time with her. The head of my cock is leaking precum. I dragged my tip up and down her entrance and her hips pushed towards me.

“Stop teasing Cameron,” she demanded. “Need you inside of me. Need you forever.”

My heart and my dick jumped at that. I fed my length into her, and we moaned together. I pushed into her tight, wet pussy and bottomed out. Her arms came to my shoulders and held on.

“So deep,” she moaned.

“Fuck, you feel amazing.”

My body was already pulsing before I could thrust into her. My balls ached with need. I need to cum inside her. I attached my mouth back to hers and she returned it, kissing me back and tugging at the ends of my hair.

That’s my girl.

She rolled her hips and I dropped my head to her shoulder. I kiss up her neck while my brain is short circuiting. So fucking good. So wet, tight, and deep. I gripped the bedsheets before I pull half way out and push back into her. Her pussy clenched around me and I moaned out.

“Your moans are so sexy. Makes me so wet,” she gasped.

I found the rhythm she likes almost immediately, and she’s already squirming. I hit the spot inside of her, and I drive into it over and over. I can feel her muscles flex. I know she’s close again. I need her to cum before me. I feel the heat rise through me so I know I’m going to soon.

“Can’t hold out baby,” I manage to say. “Need to cum inside you.”

“Close,” she mumbles as she brings her lips back to mine. I moan and gasp into her mouth. Pleasure boiled inside of me. I spilled into her when she came. I can’t think or speak, I just continue to kiss her. I stilled my thrusts. I can’t tell if my cock is done emptying in her or not. I’m overstimulated by one orgasm, and only she can do that. It’s like all time has stopped while I’m buried deep inside the woman I love. I nearly collapse on top of her. I roll her over while I’m still inside of her so that she’s on top of me. Her head lays down on my chest and I kiss the top of her head.

“I love you Cam,” she whispered to me.

“I love you too, baby.”

“Gonna stay like this all night.”

“My cum is going to leak out of you as soon as my dick comes out,” I laugh and stroke her hair.

“You’re going to get me pregnant one of these days.”

“Wouldn’t be the end of the world,” I say. “I want forever with you.”

“That’s the orgasm talking,” she lifts her head and places her chin on my chest. We stare at each other.

“It’s not. It’s also not proper to get engaged the night of your friend’s wedding, especially after sex, so let’s save it for later sweetheart.” I place my lips on hers and breathe her in, “need to clean you up and get some sleep.”

She nodded her head and let me wipe her clean. I laid back down and wrapped her in my arms. She fell asleep not long after, her hair fanned out on the pillow and her scent still taking up my senses.

My beautiful girl. I’m hers, and she’s mine.

[wambsgansshoelaces]

Ruined

Siobhan Roy x fem!Reader

Oneshot

summary: a chess move gone wrong. but it brought you two back together, so how can she complain?

thank you anon 🫀 for requesting this! you’re so loved and appreciated <3

Word Count: 2.257k

When the invitation comes in the mail, you think nothing of it. Because of your job, Waystar was always trying to kiss your ass and trying to convince you they were the perfect employer.

It was also because of your previous relationship.

Even though you and Siobhan had been separated for a few weeks now, you weren’t sure that many people knew. Not only did Royco execs invite you to try and convince you to ‘join the ranks’, they’d invite you to try and get closer to Shiv. The daughter of the man in possession of the biggest media conglomerate in the world, a mega billionaire.

You assume this is just another dinner to kiss ass to prospective employees. You didn’t really mind, though. It’s free food, and even though you’d never admit it out loud, a boost to your ego.

Post breakup with Shiv felt apocalyptic. You didn’t want to eat, sleep, breathe. But you had to. You had shit to get done.

You’re happy for the excuse to get dressed up. It makes you feel good about yourself, and god knows you need that right now. You stare at yourself in the mirror, dark colored turtleneck and high waisted pants accentuating the curves of your body. You gloss your lips, mentally preparing for the night out.

The place is gorgeous, as always. The hallways are dimly lit, warm orange light dappling the space around you. You find yourself with a finger sandwich in hand, waiting for dinner to be announced so you can congregate in the dining room with everyone else and actually eat.

You watch as Logan Roy plucks a flute of champagne off the tray of a passing servant. If he was here, then that means this thing was important. But that raised a question- why are you here?

Your answer arrives right with Siobhan Roy. You spot her the moment she sets foot in the room. Despite how messy your brakeup was, you just couldn’t get yourself to get over her. She’s radiant, beautiful like the sunset, like the time-old glaciers, like the condensed dew on an ageless bottle of wine. She lit up your world, bringing day to your dystopian world of eternal night.

She was stressing over something, you could tell, even from across the room. Her shoulders were set tautly, her phone gripped in her hand. Her eyes sweep hastily over the gathered people, and yours subconsciously follow. You recognize all the high profile politicians, the big whales of finance and business. You’re beginning to feel out of place.

Lost in your daze, you don’t realize as she steps up beside you. When she speaks, you think you’re dreaming for a split second. In recent history, the only time you’d ever heard her voice, spoken to her, was in the depths of your mind’s eye.

“Are you fucking with me?” Shiv hisses from beside you, fake smile pasted to her face.

You’re taken aback. “Hello to you, too,” you mutter in response.

Her hand falls immediately to the small of your back, and she steers you away from the crowd. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I was invited. I didn’t fucking drop from the face of the Earth after you broke up with me,” you say dryly. Once you’re out in the hall, her voice raises slightly from her original whisper.

“Who invited you? How the hell are you even here?”

She leads you into an empty spare room and shuts the door firmly behind her. “What the fuck, Siobhan?”

“This is a dinner to introduce an acquisition. I would know if you were hired by Waystar. So why are you here?”

“Like I said, I was invited.”

“Why? For what?”

You scoff. “How encouraging of my career,” you drawl.

She snorts in response, turning to pace the room. “What’s he up to? Do you know?” she asks quickly, referring to her dad.

“How should I fucking know?” You cross your arms over your chest. “I didn’t know we were on speaking terms, anyway.”

“We’re not,” she spits. “Not after what you put me through.”

“What I put you through?” You laugh. “Siobhan, you dumped me because you were too busy fucking your work rather than me.”

She barks out a laugh. “Is that how you see it?”

“That’s how everybody but you fucking sees it. You got angry I wanted to talk about the fact that you did nothing but work, and work overtime, and neglect me, that you ended things and ran,” you spit back, voice dripping with venom.

She puts her hands up in mock surrender. “I’m sorry I take my job seriously.” Her bracelets tinkle as her hands flit back down. “And that’s not what happened.” She twists to face away from you, hands carding through her hair.

“Then, pray tell, what did? You didn’t exactly wait around for me to even process. This is the first time we’ve spoken since then.”

When she turns back around, tears dot her waterline. Your chest swells with anxiety, struggling to differentiate between the stone-cold killer Siobhan and your sweet Shiv.

“I’m sorry, I’m deflecting. It’s not like that, I swear,” she says, voice cracking. “Oh, my fucking god. I got fucking scared, baby. I have all of these complicated feelings for you, and when they never went away, I got scared. I realized I loved you, that I love you, and I got horrified I’d fuck things up.”

Your heart flutters at the pet name. “That’s not a fucking excuse, Shiv. You left me by myself. You never even said goodbye properly.”

“I know, I know it’s not.” Her face drops into her hands. “It’s just… I can’t bear the idea of getting hurt. Being hurt by you, no less. I’d never recover. I haven’t recovered. I can’t move on. I can’t think of beauty without thinking of you. You’re in every goddamn sunrise, piece of jewelry, every starry night sky. Nothing I’m scared of matters anyway, because you’ve ruined me for anyone else.”

You’re rendered speechless. Your mouth opens, then closes. You don’t know what to say.

“I can’t,” she says weakly. “I compare every single person to you. And every single time, I love you so much fucking better.” She chokes on a sob, face still covered by her hands.

Without thinking, you step towards her, taking her in your arms. Her head rests on your shoulder as sobs rack her body. You’d never, ever seen her like this. Not when you were together, not in any sort of public media. You rub soothing circles into her back.

“I’m sorry,” she laments, her voice wavering. “I’m so fucking sorry. I should’ve never let you go. I want you back. I need you back. I can’t. I can’t keep doing this bullshit. You’re it for me. You’ll always be it for me.”

“Shiv,” you breathe. “Shiv, take a breath. Come on, you’re working yourself up.”

She obeys, attempting to regulate her breathing. She sniffs roughly, wiping at her eyes, before pulling away from you and turning her back to you.

“What I did was inexcusable,” she says, voice quieter. “I… I understand if you want nothing to do with me anymore. I’m sorry. I love you.” She inhales shakily, her hands smoothing down her blouse. “Dad knew what would happen if you came today. I need to go.”

Without another word, she leaves you behind.

You see no point in sticking around. You’re confused, strangely swelling with love. You want to both chuck your phone into a river and pick up and dial her number immediately. You hunt around for someone who can get you your coat, and before you know it, you’re out in the blistering cold by yourself.

You spend the rest of your night face down in bed. You’re so conflicted. Does she want you, or does she not? Should you contact her first, or can you still hold onto the hope that she’ll come find you?

The night drags on, and there’s nothing. Early the next morning, you bolster the confidence to send her a text asking her if she’s alright. Your anxiety runs rampant the moment you hit send, and your face burns with heat. You both pray she answers as soon as she sees it and pray she never sees it at all. You want to belt your phone at the wall.

You find yourself at a coffee shop at seven thirty. You need to get out, to think about literally anything else. You have the day off, and you’re not sure if it’ll be good or bad for you yet.

The moment you set foot in the shop, you see her, and she sees you. Her hair is tied back, and she’s wearing an old sweater of yours. This is when she’s prettiest, you think. When she’s not playing the game of succession, not strategizing, just sitting comfortably in her skin.

Her eyes were red, like she’d been crying. She beckons you over, doe eyes still glinting with tears.

Hesitantly, you go over and sit across from her.

“How did you…?”

“You come here every day,” she says quietly. She pushes a cardboard cup of coffee towards you. “I never forgot your order.”

You murmur your thanks, taking a sip. “We should talk,” you say stupidly.

“Yeah. We should,” she responds, folding her hands together and setting them on the table in between you two.

“Can we just… talk things through?”

“I want that. Please.”

You sit back in your chair, unsure of where to begin. “Did you actually mean it? Last night, I mean?”

“Everything I said. I would’ve stayed, but… ironically, duty called.”

“What’ll change?” you ask softly. “If we… if we try again?”

“Everything,” Shiv whispers. “You’re my world. I can’t go a second without thinking about you. You’re my top priority, I swear. I’ll never fucking leave your side again. I was a shitty girlfriend before. But I’ll change. I’d do anything for you.”

“I missed you,” you choke out. “So much.”

She loses it a bit, too, tear escaping and sliding down her cheek. You reach across the table and wipe it away. “I did, too. I missed you.”

“Do you want to come home?” you ask, hopeful. She smiles.

“Finally. I’ve been living in a shithole with my cousin since you.”

You roll your eyes, knowing she’s playing it up. She takes your hand, and before you know it, you’re sat on the couch, making out. Her fingers dig into your jaw, keeping your mouth locked with hers. Shiv kisses are hard, needy. She’s been waiting for you, craving you the last few weeks.

She pulls away to kiss and suck at your neck. “Shiv,” you say breathily, not expecting it. Despite her fervor, she’s gentle, successfully pleasing you.

“Shh, baby. Let me do this. Let me make you feel good. I need to make it up to you. I was an asshole.”

You laugh. “You’re just being territorial.”

She sighs, leaning back and inspecting a developing purple hickey on your skin. She buries her head into your shoulder after dotting soothing kisses along the new bruises.

“I love you. I’m sorry,” she says into your skin.

“I love you too.” Your hand strays to her back, stroking lightly.

“I promise I’ll do it right this time,” she murmurs. “You’ll never stop feeling fucking amazing.”

“I hope you’re right,” you respond.

“Really. I’m going to be better.” She kisses at your shoulder. “I’ll start skipping meetings for you.”

“You don’t need to neglect your job, Shiv.”

“I want to, anyway. I want to spend every second right here, with you.”

Your hand smoothes down to her thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “As long as you’re happy.”

“I’m so fucking happy. You make everything better.”

Shiv slips out of your grasp, padding into your kitchen. You stay sprawled out on the couch, content.

The days go by slowly, and you’re grateful. The two of you spend morning tangled together, nights intertwined. You come home to her, she comes home to you. You never leave each other without a kiss goodbye, and you never say anything before kissing hello.

Shiv wasn’t lying. She prioritized you, and solely you. If she couldn’t come home on time, she’d send flowers and crawl into bed with you late at night, peppering your face with kisses. She’s become more affectionate, her touches always lingering and her always curled up against you.

You make sure to never neglect her, either. Despite your massive differences in salary, you make sure to give thoughtful gifts, and kiss her whenever you can. You find that you enjoy cooking for her, watching her face brighten whenever she eats something she likes.

You’ve both begun to keep pictures of each other in your wallets. You always catch her staring at a miniature portrait of you in her hands, her thumb gently stroking over your face.

Every night, your bed is warm with affection. You never feel alone again.

When it happens, she doesn’t get down on one knee. It’s when you’re both half asleep on the couch, your head cradled in her lap when she shows you the ring. She giggles when you let her slip it onto your finger, the word fiancé falling giddily from her lips.

You spend a moment rummaging around in your purse, then hurry back to her, another ring in hand.

She kisses you so hard your head spins.

“I love you. I love you so much. And that’ll never change.”

[kj-1130]

meeting her

sporty!riri x bookworm!reader

warnings: disgustingly romcom-ish

a/n: heyyy…been a min lol. anyway y’all know them scenes in the romcoms where they be switching pov’s with the same event or wtv? yeah it’s like that:)

also reblog…i’m begging you pls

riri williams masterlist || main masterlist

     You were walking out of your last class of the day, checking over yourself to make sure you had everything. Exhaustion laid over you heavily, and you were not willing to make the trip across campus from your dorm if you had forgotten anything. 

     Once your fears had been eased you checked your phone next, going over the reminders you had been given, and trying to see if you could work out a nap somewhere in between all of your tasks that had yet to be completed. Head so deep in your device, you failed to notice that the pathway in front of you wasn’t clear. Next thing you knew, you bumped into something very solid and all of your things dropped to the floor.

-

     Riri was bragging to her friends about her little basketball win in a 1v1 scrimmage she had earlier that day. She was walking backwards and giving them vivid details that none of them asked for. 

      They were used to it, though. Every other day she was talking about a different sport she participated in and how fine all the other players were. It was volleyball one day and softball the next. Sometimes she’d even convince the boys to let her play, especially when it came to basketball, just so she could laugh when they all lost (every last one of them was a sore loser. It made the game more fun for her). 

     So into her storytelling she failed to realize that her friends were trying to warn her about something. She honestly thought they were just trying to get her to shut up. Next thing she knew, someone had ran into her back and there was a loud crash. 

-

     You dropped down to the floor immediately, not wanting to face any confrontation. There was no telling if who you had bumped into would be overly angry at you or not. 

     You were so frantic in your motions, you failed to realize that the person you hit crouched down to help you. 

-

     After a couple seconds of staring at you in shock, Riri finally came to her senses and began helping you pick up your stuff. She didn’t want to trigger an attitude or cause you to be upset with her. After all, she was the one who wasn’t paying attention to where she was going. 

- 

     You reached out to grab the last book, only for a hand to lay on top of yours. You looked up instantly, your eyes meeting warm brown ones. 

     ‘Wow,’ you thought to yourself.

     You had to stare for a couple moments. Someone like her was helping someone like you. You were starstruck, caught in her beauty. She was wearing some baggy cargo pants with a compression shirt that showed off the definition of her muscles (not that you were paying attention to that). 

     While your eyes were trailing over her, you noticed there were other people gathered behind her, more than likely her friends. That knocked you out of your daze real quick, not wanting to make more of a fool of yourself.

-

     ‘Holy shit…’ Riri thought to herself. 

     You were stunning to say the least. Your lip liner and gloss combo went together perfectly and complimented your skin ton (not that she was staring at your lips that hard). Your glasses frame went perfectly with your chill yet nerdy aesthetic and Riri couldn’t help but be drawn to you. 

     She started apologizing for running into you, not wanting to seem like a total weirdo. She got nervous when you abruptly stood up, but followed your lead, wanting to stay face to face with you.

      Handing over your stuff, she got ready to talk, only for you to mutter a quick thanks and begin to walk off. She wasn’t about to let you go like that so she getnly grabbed your arm before you walked off. 

     “Can I get your number?” 

-

     She had handed you back your stuff before she popped the question. You were hoping to make a quick getaway but it seems that it wouldn’t be happening. 

     “I’m Riri, by the way,” the woman clarified. 

     You gave a quick glance behind her at her friends. It made you weary.

     “You for real? This ain’t no joke, is it?”

     She looked back and followed your line of sight and quickly shook her head. She looked more offended than anything but made a point to reassure you. 

      “A hundred percent genuine--promise.” 

     Hesitantly, you ripped off a piece of paper and began writing the digits on it. You hoped on a shooting star (it was still daytime) that she’d text you back--she was exactly your type.

     Reaching your hand out, she grabbed the paper from you. With a soft smile that made your knees weak, she walked off with her friends following behind. 

     You were on cloud nine on the way back to your dorm. A pretty girl asked for your number--not one of your friends’ but yours. The walk back was a blur as you thought only about your interaction with Riri (was her chain silver or gold?). 

     Unlocking your door, you walked in and settled in your bed after placing your books on your desk. Your smile slowly faded as you thought back. Dropping back onto your bed, you let out a groan.

��    You forgot to give her your name.

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[erikahenningsen]

🎲 14 for cadina?

14. A kiss to the stomach

Sometimes, Cady likes to take her time.

The reasons are twofold: Regina is beautiful, and most days Cady can't even begin to comprehend how she ended up being the one who gets to keep her.

Secondly, it really annoys Regina, and something about that really works for Cady.

Cady starts with a kiss to Regina's lips, savors the way they fit together perfectly, tastes Regina's lip gloss as she drags her tongue across her lower lip. Regina opens her mouth, granting access, but Cady pulls back, tugging Regina's lip between her teeth gently.

Regina makes a noise of protest, barely audible, but cuts it off with a sharp inhale when Cady moves to her neck. It smells and tastes like Regina's expensive perfume, the one she wears every day regardless of whether she leaves the house. Cady places a feather-light kiss on Regina's pulse point and feels the familiar rhythm of Regina's heartbeat, the one just for her.

Bracketing her knees on either sides of Regina's hips, Cady drags the hand not braced to hold herself above Regina up Regina's bare body, tracing over her ribs, the scar on her side from the bus all those years ago, fighting a smile as Regina squirms a little at the touch.

Cady desperately wants to leave a mark on Regina's neck, to show everyone who sees Regina tomorrow that she belongs to someone, even if they don't know that someone is Cady, but no marks above the collarbone is one of Regina's weird established boundaries—like not touching her face when she's wearing foundation—that Cady begrudgingly accepts.

Instead, Cady settles for tracing her tongue down Regina's neck to just below her collarbone, and bites down. Regina jolts, and this time she does make a noise, one that pulses through Cady's entire body, lightning-quick and burning hot.

"Cady."

Cady lifts her head and meets Regina's eyes. Her face is a mask of impatience, and Cady tries not to show her cards, tries not to reveal on her face how much she craves driving Regina insane.

"What?"

"Get on with it."

Cady frowns, choosing that moment to cover one of Regina's breasts with her hand and squeezes.

"That's not very romantic," Cady says as Regina's back arches off the bed.

Regina's expression sharpens. "I'm not feeling particularly romantic," she gasps out, and Cady knows that is her weird coded way of saying that she is getting desperate without cutting the last strings on who is holding the power in this interaction.

"How sad for you."

Cady draws a broad stroke with her tongue across the purple mark and moves on to her next target. With the tip of her tongue, Cady traces around Regina's nipple, then gently blows over the wet, sensitive spot. She's rewarded with a hand in her hair, Regina's fingers twisted tightly into the locks, as she repeats her ministrations on the other breast.

"Cady," Regina says again, but this time her voice is tense, almost strangled. She shifts her hips restlessly on the bed, and when Cady meets her eyes, the unbridled lust in them makes her involuntarily dig her fingernails into Regina's skin. "I swear to god, if you don't..."

She doesn't finish the sentence.

"I can stop if this isn't working for you," Cady says, with a little smirk.

Regina's fingers tighten in her hair even more. "I hate you," she grits out.

"I love you," Cady replies honestly, and Regina's expression softens almost imperceptibly. She pries Regina's fingers out of her hair and presses the hand flat against the mattress. "Now behave."

The indignant huff Regina lets out almost makes Cady giggle, but the burning rush of need that fills her when Regina obeys her order overpower it and she grinds her hips down against Regina's thigh involuntarily, not even embarrassed by the wetness she surely leaves behind.

Cady pauses at Regina's lower abdomen, pressing tender kisses to the stretch marks there—the ones Regina hates and Cady loves, the ones that remind her that Regina can grow without breaking.

Finally, she places one final kiss on Regina's stomach before sliding back, bringing her mouth to where Regina's legs part. She thinks she hears Regina mutter something that sounds like fucking finally, but she lets it go.

Regina's thigh muscles are taut with tension, but at the first broad stroke of her tongue through Regina's folds, they fall open, inviting Cady in.

Regina makes the strangled sound she always makes when she is trying not to openly moan, a quirk of hers that Cady can't talk her out of, regardless of how many times tells her how hot her noises are, or texts Regina specific fantasies about it while Regina's at work.

Cady slips one finger, then two inside Regina, just as silky soft inside as her skin, curling them expertly, pleasuring Regina second nature to her now—she knows Regina's body better than her own at this point.

Regina gasps, makes a choked noise, and then Cady feels her walls pulse around her fingers, and the power she feels at having this control over Regina, being the one who gets to do this, nearly sends her over the egde on its own.

When Cady finally looks up, she sees that Regina's hands are still obediently gripping the blanket. Something comes over her and before she can stop herself, the words "good girl" slip out.

Regina's eyes widen, something Cady's never seen before passing over her face, before she finally releases the blanket to flip Cady off.

[plutowon]

[blessing]

pairing: jungwon x reader

genre: angst, slight fluff, vent, comfort post

warnings: depression, anxiety, feelings of self doubt and worthlessness,

synopsis: drowning in an ocean of pain, jungwon is there to pull you up (a reminder that you are loved just incase you’ve forgotten)

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it’s often that you find yourself on the floor of your bedroom, soaking into the carpet, drowning in your own anxiety and self pity. with your mind racing 100mph, it’s hard to not question your worth in the world.

have your friend’s not contacted you to give you space, or had they forgotten about you? or do they simply not care? does anyone miss you? does anyone notice you’re gone, drifting into the floor of your bedroom?

truth be told, you wouldn’t blame your friends for not caring, you’ve never been a very memorable person. you’re sure that if your presence was dusted off the face of the earth, no one would care. you’re as forgettable as the dust bunnies sitting under the bed. you’re sure the sun would shine as always, the earth would orbit as always, birds would sing, children would laugh, lovers would love, everything would move on without a hitch, not a single spare glance to disappearance of your burdensome presence.

it’s always at these moments that jungwon comes through the door, a worried look painting his face because he knows when he calls your name downstairs and you don’t answer you’re probably sulking in the bedroom.

you wonder if jungwon would be better off without you.

you, his below average girlfriend that he has to take care of because she’s emotionally unstable. he’s out of your league, you’re undeserving of him. you’re not pretty, you’re not special, you’re not a star in the sky shining brightly down on him, you’re just you, a speck of dust on the earth’s surface.

you wonder why he loves you.

you wonder how he could love you, someone as pathetic as yourself.

“that’s not true” jungwon looks down at you, aghast at what you’ve just said. the words had come to your mind and tumbled out of your mouth so fast you hadn’t even realized you were talking. and there’s no point in taking it back now, he knows you mean it.

“how could you say that? you’re so special to me…you matter to me more than anything” he pulls you in his big, warm arms so tight, as if he’s scared that if he lets you go you’ll disappear forever, which is, perhaps, a valid fear.

gently pulling you into his lap, he rests his head in the crook of your neck, pressing his nose into your shoulder and leaving tiny kiss on your neck.

“you know i love you so much, i don’t know what i’d do without you…nobody on earth means as much as you. every star could fall from the sky right now and i’d be fine, i have my star right here”

you chest begins to shake as your eyes gloss over and you look at yourselves in the mirror across the room.

“you’ve touched so many people, angel, i know. you’re a blessing to many, who could ever forget something as magical as you? don’t ever question your place in the world. there’s nobody else like you, that’s why people love you, and they do, truly. no matter how lonely it feels, there will always be someone who loves you unconditionally.”

he holds your shivering figure as you cry uncontrollably, turning around and hooking your arms around him as your hands cling to the back of his shirt. he carresses your back and leaves gentle kisses on the top of your head and he hopes you can feel it, the uncontrollable love he has pouring out for you and you only.

only for a blessing like you.

to jungwon and to many others, you’re an angel amongst the sea of humans one usually sees everyday. you’re a once in a lifetime experience, a sight to be fought over, a beauty to die over. meeting you is like discovering a new planet, a brand new paradise. you’re as refreshing as a cool and crisp summer breeze, as sweet as strawberry lemonade. you’re prettier than a diamond, and cuter than a kitten, your only flaw is how blind you are to how amazing you are. how people marvel at you, how they’re enchanted by you. you’re a national treasure, a once in a lifetime experience, an angel,

a blessing.

[dre6ming]

The delicate beginning rush- imagine

Unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her

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Some things are meant to be - chapter 13 (y/n) pov

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Pairing: Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader

Warning: age gap (10 years), fluff

Plot: (y/n) was secretly asked to be part of the Elvis Soundtrack and perform live at the Cannes premiere, this is Austin’s reaction to it.

Word count: 1900

Austin's point of view

The clapping started a while ago and it doesn't seem to stop. I have tears in my eyes, salt streams running down my cheeks as I look up, thanking my mom's spirit, Elvis's and God. In my whole two decades long career I've never felt this type of happiness and relief. The room is just filled with this beautiful energy, there's happiness flowing in the air, but there's a heaviness to it all, as everyone seems to be holding back tears. I turn to my left and hug Olivia briefly, whispering a sincere "thank you" in her ear, moving further through the crowd, hugging everyone in sight. I'm overwhelmed with people's reaction and I'm joyful to accept every compliment and hug, but there's this gaping hole in my heart, like something is missing. I can't put my finger on what it is, but in the back of my mind there's this voice telling me exactly what I'm longing for.

She couldn't be here, how could she? She's not my girlfriend publicly, she's not involved with the movie, as far the public knew, she's had no excuse to come to the premiere, even though I wanted it so bad.

As soon as my mind circles back to her, I can't help but wish this would all be over so I could go back to my hotel room and call her, hear her voice, tell how proud I am of her singing, how hearing her voice brought me to tears. I just know (y/n) and Baz must of worked really hard to keep this a secret, not only from the media, but from me as well. I smile to myself thinking about all those times I asked her about the secret project she was working on and she would simply smile, saying I'll know soon enough.

I reach my hand into my jacket, looking for my phone to see if she answered my text, more like hoping she did, but before I can, a hand touches my shoulder. "Austin, everyone back in their seats, there's one last surprise." Baz announces, directing me back to my seat next to him. The room goes completely silent and all the lights go out, leaving us in pitch black. There's some ruffling noise, then a deep breath echoes through the theater. Soft piano starts playing and a single light shines on the floor, bringing into focus a white piano, a replica of the one Elvis had in Graceland. The breath gets caught in the back of my throat as my eyes make out who's playing.

"Wise men say, only fools rush in...But I can't help falling in love with you"

(Y/n)'s enchanting voice fills the room, making my heart throb. She looks beautiful, in a dark blue gown, with silver stars on it. Her soft hair is pulled back and she has glitter all over her face, which sparkles with every movement of her head. She has her eyes closed, singing softly, her delicate fingers brushing the piano keys.

"Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes. Some things are...meant to be"

I can't take my eyes off of her and my feet carry me out of my chair unconsciously. New tears form in my eyes and I try to blink them away, but all that effort goes out the window when she turns her head to the audience. She opens up her beautiful eyes, searching the audience, spotting me immediately, since I'm the only one standing. (Y/n)'s eyes glimmer in the light, tears glossing them. She smiles at me, a single tear sliding down her round rosy cheek and onto the piano keys.

"Take my hand, take my whole life too. For I can't help falling in love with you"

She keeps singing, looking into my eyes, smiling bright and blinking through the tears. I'm wiping away my own tears, feeling the thud of my heart against my chest. All I see is her, all I hear is her, all I want is her. It's so strange to try and explain, to try and understand, this undeniable attraction I feel for her. I watch her and I'm intrigued by her presence, by her ability to wield such power. In the months since I've met her, she's consumed my every thought, I fall asleep dreaming about her eyes and I wake up imagining I hear her voice.

I hate playing pretend, the whole fake relationship thing is really starting to piss me off. I wish I could just run up to her, lift her up in my arms and spin her around, kiss her plush lips.

"For I can't help falling in love with you..."

As she finishes the song, I'm left with this feeling, the feeling that she was somehow singing to me and I realize how much I wish that were true. As people start clapping and standing, cheering her on, I understand the weight that's sitting on my heart. I've fallen in love with her. There's no denying, that I want her to be my everything, I feel it in all my bones. She's my one.

Baz shakes me awake, hugging me, asking me what I thought of the performance. I'm speechless, I smile and say some gibberish that doesn't make much sense. My feet burn in my shoes, I want to move so bad, to go be by her side.

Before I can stop myself, I'm moving, making a bee line for her, focusing only on her. I love the way her face lights up when we lock eyes, I love the blush that comes to her cheeks, I love the way her lips stretch over her teeth in the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. I come to a stop, standing a few inches away from her, looking at her, forcing my hands to stay unmoved at my sides. "I-" she opens her mouth to say, but she's interrupted by Baz, coming form behind me.

"(Y/n) oh my, I have goosebumps all over, that was so beautiful, congratulations." She looks down, fidgeting with her dress. "Thank you, Baz, it means a lot." (Y/n) says smiling, sniffing a bit. I open my mouth to give my congratulations to her as well, but I'm once more interrupted, this time by Priscilla, handing her a tissue so she could wipe away her tears. "Here you go, honey, a beautiful performance, Elvis would be happy to see his legacy carried this way." Priscilla says and I see on (y/n)'s face how proud she feels hearing this.

Before I know it a photographer comes at us. "Smile!" He says and I drag her by the waist, keeping her close to my side. My fingers absentmindedly dance over the soft fabric of her dress and I feel her tense under my touch, smirking to myself, loving that I have this effect on her. "Miss, one picture over at the piano please, Mr Butler, join her at the piano please." The photographer directs and she moves, holding the front of her dress up. I sit down next to her, helping her arrange the skirt of the dress as she whispers a soft "thank you".

I smile for the camera, but being this close to her, does things to me, I can't explain, so I find my hand fumbling around for the slit of her dress, finding it and placing the palm of my hand on her knee. I hear the way her breath gets caught in her chest and I play it cool, praying no one would dare look under the piano.

After a couple of photos, I'm unfortunately pulled away into conversation with someone and she gathers up her dress and leaves. I feel this energy pulling at my insides, like a string that ties me to her and putting distance between us, hurts. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her talking to Kaia and it's now that I wish I had supernatural hearing, because I know how she feels about the whole fake relationship thing, I know she understands, but I also know she hates it.

I have to focus my attention back to my conversation and reply, mentally sighing when the person loses interest and leaves. I turn around and see her walking up to me, her closeness making my heart race. "Austin..." my name sounds so good coming out of her mouth, if I could hear only one thing for the rest of my life, it would be her saying my name over and over again. I smile at her and she bites her lip, causing a groan to bubble in my throat, but I stop it before it's too late. "You're so beautiful, can I hug you?" I need to feel her warmth against my body, it's been too long since I had the chance to. Her eyes wonder around the room, probably looking for people watching our interaction. "Thank you, I- do you think we could?" It breaks my heart that the right answer it's probably no, but I'm so hungry for her touch, I can't think logically. "I think it's just a hug.." I shrug, knowing full well it's not just a hug. "Ok" she replies.

That's all I need, to scoop her up in my arms, squeezing her tight, lifting her feet off the ground and burying my face in the crook of her neck. (Y/n) tenses in my arms and I know she's overthinking this, I know she's scared someone might see, but I can't bring myself to care. "Too much Austin, people will see!" She warns, speaking into my ear, causing shivers to travel down my spine.

"Let them, I couldn't give a fuck!" It's like I'm drunk, my head is fuzzy and I can't think straight. My senses are drowned in her floral scent, her soft hair brushing against my cheek, driving me crazy, as I'm having a hard time not lacing my fingers through her hair. I squeeze her tighter, almost wishing she could melt into me and be forever close. "Aus, baby please, not now, not like this, you just had the longest standing ovation in the festival's history, don't ruin your moment." She tries to reason with me and I can't deny her. The proud tone in her voice making me want to cry again, her opinion matters so much to me.

Slowly I loosen my arms and place her back on the ground, physically hurting when I no longer have her flush to my chest. Sighing I drop my arms to my side, like a child trying to be good after doing something they shouldn't have. I bite my lip and look her up and down, taking in her beauty. "Are you coming to the after party?" Part of me wishes she wouldn't, because I don't know how I'll be able to control myself around her, when there's alcohol involved.

"No, I'm tired, I flew here from Canada, we wrapped filming yesterday." (Y/n) explains and I simply nod, feeling a bit thankful, but now wishing that I wasn't going either. "Where are you staying?" I ask, hoping it's the same hotel as mine, but she doesn't say, she just smirks wiggling her brows at me, making me chuckle. "Have fun at the party!" She pats my arm and turns around walking away before I can get another word out.

As I watch her walk away, I realize something, I realize that I don't ever want to live in a world where she's not mine and I'm not hers, because I'm unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her.

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[miloonmetis]

Can I request a fic where Junkrat sees his mother in a dream? And tells him how proud he is of him?

|| THIS IS SO FUCKING SWEET OMGG,, I hope you enjoy it!

feauturing: Junkrat

warnings: angst, wholesome, semi-noncanon, not proof read

Junkrat laid peacefully on his couch, his normal leg draped over the arm rest and his head on the other end. Being propped up by a pillow, He was sound asleep dreaming of something.

In the dream, he found himself somewhere warm. Somewhere safe, he could smell freshly baked bread and it made his mouth begin to water. It had been awhile since he’d smelt something so delicious yet, calming. He followed the scent, noticing how everything around him seemed familiar yet so.. new. It was clean and well kept, it was homey and there were pictures on the walls. But the pictures seemed all blurry, not because he couldn’t see. They were actually just blurs, blob figures stood in the pictures. Making it difficult to tell what it was, must be some of that weird, abstract art. He thought.

As he rounded the corner of the small house the smell grew stronger, he hand to bring his hand up to wipe the drool away from the corner of his lips. He stepped into a clean and full kitchen, looking around how the countertops were shining and the fact that everything had a place. This looked nothing like his buddies, roadhogs, kitchen. It was giant! He didn’t even know kitchens could be this big, what would you even fill it with? bombs? nah. He would. He sniffs again, the smell as strong as ever. He walked over to see bread laying out on a plate, a tub of butter next to it.

Licking his lips he began to reach over, “Jamison?” A sweet female rang in his left ear, He turned to look. His eyes widened as he saw the woman, she had long dirty blonde hair. She was skinny and lanky much like him, with beautiful hazel eyes. The inner corners of her eyebrows raised and the corner of her lips turned down, her eyes studied his complexion and the rest of his body. Her eyes pausing at his robotic parts, then back up to his face. “Mum?” He asks her, her eyes became glossy as tears fought against her.

She approached him slowly, being smaller than him. She looks up at him, her hands hesitantly reaching to his face and cupping his cheeks. “You’re all… grown up.” She states, looking him up and down again to make sure she was seeing him right. Junkrat shook at the feeling of her hands, bringing his hands up to grab her wrists and held them tightly not wanting to let go of her. again. “Did you…” She looks at his robotic hand, “I exploded it myself, but built it myself too.” He lets out a small chuckle before turning to look back at his mother.

“Oh Jamie… I’m,” She pauses. “So very proud of you, for surviving this long and how.. incredibly smart you are.” She says looking at his arm, then back to his face. Junkrat stared at her, his eyes glossed over and immediately tears fell from the corners of his eyes. He brought his hands down and wrapped them around his mother, he didn’t want to let go. Not again, ever.

His eyes flashed awake, the bright sun in his face. His eyes and face hurt, he must’ve begun to cry in reality too. He wiped his face and looked around, frowning missing the cleanliness of his mothers kitchen. Oh how he missed her dearly.

[argylemnwrites]

Sorry In Advance

I might have to find time to write over the upcoming days/weeks (when, I don’t know but that’s a problem for future me to solve) not to finally come back to my Choices WIPs that are just sitting, collecting dust in the corner, but because I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about Wayhaven Book 3 that I need to work through. They aren’t all good, they aren’t all bad, but I definitely feel some of each. (Some TWC Book 3 spoilers for N route below the cut)

The N route is the only one I’ve had a chance to explore even a bit, and it was definitely a mixed bag for me in ways that I was not expecting. Looking at things from an analytical perspective, I think at least 80% of my issues stem from pacing concerns, and I am trying to figure out how much of that stems from the overall sheer volume of content that was attempted with various branches from previous decisions coming into play and how much is just due to my N detective’s personality. I think most of it is the former - even big plot-centric moments felt hurried and frantic to me. The blood drive, the kidnappings, the auction all just zipped by without time to process, let moments develop, or allow for anticipation and dread. I sometimes felt like I blinked and missed massive events. The fallout out for major beats often felt incredibly glossed over. Nothing really had time to breathe.

That sensation definitely was felt in the N romance for me as well. (I use Nate, so from here on out, I will often be using he/him pronouns since that is the story line I experienced.) For a romance that before seemed like this wonderful blend of pure intensity and quiet gentleness, I honestly felt overwhelmed as Nate and my detective, Emma, bounced aggressively through major relationship moments. First, they fought, but the narrative never let them sit with that tension. It resolved quickly so that he could begin to trust her with his backstory (a scene that ended so jarringly, I wondered if I had failed a stat check - he drops the picture of his family, sends Emma on her way, and she just goes? In the middle of everything? She doesn’t stay to make sure he’s okay, even if he cannot share anymore of his past at that moment?). This set the tempo for everything else. Both potential intimate scenes just happen without much fanfare, which I probably would have adored if there had been more of a build up of romantic and/or sexual tension in the scenes leading up to those moments (although I will say, the start of the research picnic was wonderful and gentle and beautiful, and the pool table scene worked better from a pacing standpoint when I chose to have my detective cool things off at the picnic). I actually think that N and my detective impulsively giving in for their first time having sex could have been a lovely contrast from their usual selves and could convey a real intensity of emotion. But the build up and actual scenes themselves just flew by. Again, nothing had time to breathe.

This was most evident with the love declarations. My detective, with her near 80 stoicism stat, would not be able to vocalize that she loves Nate right after realizing it. So, I had her keep that realization to herself. But at the end, when Nate is in tears over his fears and worries about losing her and tells her it’s all because of how much he loves her, it was very awkward to not even have the option for my detective to at that point express that those feelings are mutual. From what I can tell, there is no way to get mutual love declarations between N and the detective. When I tried out having my detective blurt out her feelings at the picnic, Nate said nothing in response. No matter who states their love first, N or detective, the feelings just hang there without verbal reciprocation, or even the option for that reciprocation if N goes first. Hell, my detective didn’t even take a shot during Never Have I Ever for falling for a colleague regardless of whether or not she verbalized her feelings.

I realized this has quickly turned into a long-winded rant, which was not my goal. Like I said, I have a lot of swirling, mixed feelings about Book 3 as a whole, and there was plenty I adored. N’s pet name reveal scene was glorious, particularly if the detective has not yet been intimate with them. The ongoing tension about N wanting to protect the detective (from both outside threats and themselves in certain respects) and worrying about the detective’s coping (shout out for Tina’s protective talk with a clear bonus blurb because my detective is so wildly stoic) feels organic for this romance. The blood stuff, both at the Tina dinner and from N’s POV towards the end hinted at future tension in a very natural and captivating way. M is my detective’s BFF, and there was a lot to love about that dynamic, as well as the friendship still growing with A and F, all leading to some very beautiful found family moments. Even with very minimal exploration, I can tell that the auction climax can play out in a ton of different ways, and knowing my M, F, and A detectives, I’m guessing I will end up settling on four different outcomes that feel “right” for each route. That is nothing to scoff at. And while the Rebecca stuff still feels like it wants to push you to forgive her, the narrative acknowledged that my detective’s relationship with her is slowly but surely deteriorating under the weight of Rebecca’s continued secrets and those two women having very different opinions of the Agency. It is always nice in IF when more complex relationship dynamics are acknowledged. I just wish I had more time to really sit with some of these moments before the narrative was barrelling full steam ahead.

Some of my pacing issues do likely arise from my detective’s stoicism. But even ignoring that element, I do wish there was more time in the narrative for aftermath of many major moments. Whether or not Elidor had to “save” my detective from donating blood, there isn’t really any acknowledgement from the team. The kidnappings would have been even more impactful if they weren’t just mentioned in passing so much of the time. And I desperately needed more post-auction content - from Rebecca, from the rest of Unit Bravo, and of course from N.

I don’t know, that was a wild ramble with no clear point. It was so long-winded, and I didn’t even get around to talking about how I’m sad our detective is no longer a detective. Hopefully, I will have some time to write soon, because writing fic helps me sort through conflicted feelings about media I adore (and I do still fully adore one N Sewell)

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 As Dawn Breaks: Chapter Twenty-Nine

As Dawn Breaks: Mother Night and Father Time, after having sired seven Endless to personify life in the known universe, create Earth and human life begins. One last Endless is created: Dawn, the personification of illumination and hope, the beginning of a new day and a chance for happiness and improvement. A love will span thousands of millennia, breaking with every sunrise and renewing hope come sunset. Yet, even the personification of hope can lose the very notion of her existence from the sting of a broken heart.

Warnings: Miscarriage Mentions, Explicit Language, Explicit Material (Unprotected Sex is a No No).

To Note: Dream/Morpheus x Endless!FemaleReader(Dawn), This Involves Themes That Are Not For Everyone. 

Word Count: ~2.1k

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“I do not feel glamorous or beautiful,” You huffed as you walked through the village market, your eyes glossing over the various goods for sale. Whoever said that pregnant woman glow obviously have never been pregnant themself because you felt so bloated and so disgusting at times you thought it a miracle that woman became pregnant on purpose. Matthew, who had been accompanying you when Morpheus couldn’t, let out a caw. 

“Oh yeah, when my wife was pregnant with our daughter she wouldn’t let me touch her period. Said it was my fault that she was like that… course she couldn’t keep her hands to herself the last trimester… but really, no one ever talks about the downsides to being pregnant.” Matthew chirped from your shoulder, ruffling his feathers. “But you do look put together, ma’am.”

You huffed once more. While you may look good, you felt bloated, waddled everywhere you went (and your belly wasn’t even that big yet), and you kept falling asleep in the oddest of places not to mention you were tired all the time. Were you not meant to be an Endless? Why did you have to be tired!? 

“Hmm, I currently feel like sitting down and falling asleep, that seem to be put together to you, Matthew?” 

“Seems like you’re doing exactly what you are currently doing, ma’am,” Matthew replied frankly. Your eyebrow twitched as you headed in the direction of the palace, a nice bath and nap sounded very nice at the moment and your feet were starting to hurt.

“And what am I currently doing?” You grouchily questioned. 

“Growing a baby,” Matthew reminded you. “Which, by the way, is fucking awesome and incredible, and oh, I should probably tell you that if it’s exhausting for a human to grow a human kid… How much energy do you think it takes to grow an Endless?” The raven had a point, you weren’t too stubborn to admit that.

“I concede to that,” You sighed, reaching up to run your fingers over Matthew’s back. “Would you mind running ahead to notify Morpheus and my dove that I am returning?” Matthew bobbed his head at you. 

“‘Course,” He replied. “Still can’t believe you agreed to inform him of your movements. You need to tell him that you're going to the bathroom too?” You cracked a grin and chuckled lightly at the raven's mutterings as he took flight from your shoulder. 

“Oh I did, Morpheus reworded his request only an hour after I started reporting every movement I made, even those that involved shifting in my seat.” You heard the receding raven's echoes of laughter and grinned. Rubbing your belly, you began making your way across the bridge connecting the village to the palace. 

Upon bringing you to The Dreaming, Morpheus had been far too overprotective of you for fear of you being hurt, or worse, having another miscarriage. It was endearing and heartwarming to see how engaged he was with your pregnancy, though you had to admit, he often went a little overboard on the protection. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself and certainly would be able to feel if your baby was in distress. You weren’t young and you weren’t inexperienced. One could even say you had learned your lesson. 

You reached the palace and glared at the stairs you were going to have to climb to get to your rooms and then, the bath. For a brief moment, you considered just transporting yourself to your wing. It would be easy, wouldn’t take much effort on your part, not to mention quick… your feet would thank you. 

“Don’t even think about it,” Your shoulders slumped and your lip pouted at the deep and severe words that came from behind you. Curses, you were so close to getting yourself to your wing and the bath. Halting in step, you crossed your arms and pouted deeper as Morpheus strode over to you, his coat billowing behind him and a light scowl upon his face. You went complacent and plastered an innocent look on your face. Morpheus came to a stop in front of you and gazed down at you with a look of disapproval. 

“My Hope,” He drew out, “What did I tell you about using your essence when you are in such a delicate state? You are exhausted as it is, there is no need for you to put further strain upon your body.”

“It’s only to my room!” You protested, swinging an arm out. Morpheus countered your menial protest with an eyebrow raise. “And how did you even know I was considering it!?”

Morpheus’s lips curved at the corner as he wrapped his arms around your body and tugged you close. 

“You dove, my beloved, is in agreement with my sentiments,” Morpheus told you, enjoying the way your face morphed into a scowl at the admittance that it had been your dove that had ratted you out. You started grumpily muttering under your breath. 

“It was just because of the stairs,” You softly complained, chewing on your lower lip. “My feet hurt and I feel like I need a nap.” Morpheus stroked your hair soothingly and nuzzled the top of your head. 

“You should have called for me, my Hope.” 

“I’m pregnant, not an invalid.” You huffed, leaning into him. 

“I know that, Dawn,” Morpheus murmured, his arms shifting against your body to sweep you off your feet. Now cradled within your lover's arms, you sighed as the pressure on your feet disappeared. Your relief was audible and visible as Morpheus carried you to your desired destination. Much to your happiness, Morpheus joined you, placing your body on a ledge within the bubbling water. His hands reached for your aching and swollen limbs and in seconds you were moaning beneath his fingers massaging your flesh. 

“How does that feel so nice,” You softly moaned, wiggling yourself into a comfortable position and sticking your other leg out for Morpheus to massage. He chuckled and moved to take your ordered leg, his fingers tiptoeing across your flesh in gentle caresses. Morpheus couldn’t help but appreciate how lush and goddess-like your body had become. Your body was curvier, your hair thicker, and your breasts swollen with milk. You were an exquisitely beautiful being but the pregnancy had only blossomed your already breathtaking looks.

“I can make you feel even better, my Hope.” Morpheus purred, moving his lips up your leg with slow teasing. You groaned at the insinuation of his words and shifted, your body flaring with need.

“Morpheus must you tease me so,” You complained, shifting against the uncomfortable need and fire that was now boiling within your belly. The sudden yearning for Morpheus’s love and touch outweighed all the negative feedback you were experiencing with being pregnant. You wanted him and you wanted him now. Morpheus carefully lifted your body and set you on a plethora of towels waiting at the edge of the bath, letting one of your knees rest over his shoulder so he could continue to lavish your skin. After all, he was getting ever so close to his prize and would beg on his knees to taste you if that was what it took. Lucky for him you were not the slightest bit opposed, squirming around on the towels your lover had placed you upon. Your hands were roaming everywhere, desperate to appreciate and stroke whatever you could touch.

“Forgive me for my tease, my queen,” Morpheus spoke against your inner thigh, his lips pressing gently into your skin and mouth sucking just hard enough to leave marks. “You are simply far too irresistible.” Your leg trembled within his grasp and you dug your heel into his back. 

“My Dream, please,” You whispered, your fingers finding themselves caressing his neck. “My body longs for your touch and kiss.” Morpheus reached your hip bone and lifted his eyes to meet yours. His beautiful silver-blue eyes were nearly black with lust and that made you shiver. You retained that eye connection only briefly, Morpheus’ great hunger and desire for you was too much to resist and he dove down. His tongue eagerly flicked through your folds, lapping at what you had to give and being entirely greedy. 

You groaned and lifted your hips against his face, feeling flames licking at every surface of your skin. Morpheus hummed in happiness and licked further at the swollen folds of your flesh, drinking the sounds of your ecstasy. You grabbed fistfuls of his obsidian hair, twisting against his mouth and further pressing your heel into Morpheus’s back when he sucked on your clit. You whimpered and tugged on the strands of hair within your grasp, oh how divine it felt to have your dream feasting upon your aching flesh. It seemed that the farther along you got in your pregnancy the sweeter you became. 

He was taking his time, savoring your taste, and in no hurry to break you apart to your essence in picture-perfect ecstasy. Murmurs of the old language spilled from your honeyed lips in a quiet symphony, building to a crescendo that was sure to be exquisitely beautiful. The swells of pleasure that repeatedly lapped at your essence begged for release and yet, you wanted to hold onto the comfort of intimacy.

“Morpheus,” You moaned out, his intimate name falling from your lips like honey from honeycomb. Sweet, thick, and delicious. Your lover growled in satisfaction, the vibration of his sound reaching your flesh and making another bolt of pleasure rip its way up your spine. Your back went taut once more and you yelped. “By the Creators!”

Morpheus felt your trembles shake your entire body. He felt the way you raked your nails across his scalp, felt the sharp tugs on his hair. He felt it all. It wasn’t long until your moans and gasps turned to cries of ecstasy. Pregnancy had made you sensitive to the slightest touch and you could not hold back the tidal wave of pleasure that was crashing against the bounds of your physical body, any longer. Back arching one last time, your orgasm washed over your skin in a dance of electricity that had your legs jerking Morpheus’s hold. Satisfaction burned within Morpheus’s chest as he washed utter bliss bloom on your face. Your body relaxed as you moaned softly. 

“Feel better, my Hope?” Morpheus gently asked, his lips now toying with the curve of your hipbone. “I should hate to leave you in such an uncomfortable state.” You giggled softly and let your fingers slide through his messy strands. Then you brushed your fingertips along his cheek. 

“Oh I feel much better,” You sighed, the aches and pains within your limbs and body entirely forgotten. “I think I could do with a nice nap.” Morpheus hummed in agreement, placing several kisses along your baby bump while slipping his arms up your sides to gather your body. 

“Then rest, my love, I will bathe you and bring you to bed. You do not need to lift even a finger.” He murmured, dragging you back into the water and his heavenly embrace. From there Morpheus lovingly washed your hair for you, and then your skin, though you had to admit he probably spent at least ten minutes caressing your baby bump. You didn’t mind. There was something so endearing about seeing Dream of the Endless obsessed with his child, and you knew that he was absolutely serious about being the best father he could be. You knew that in your essence. 

Morpheus brought you out of the bath, having his sand caress your skin, drying it before forming a gossamer night dress upon your body. You sighed and pressed your face into his neck, once again basking in the intimacy you had with your lover. He gently set you upon your shared bed and quickly joined you, knowing that you were going to want him there to hold you while you slept. It was a good thing that Morpheus had delegated many of his tasks to his subjects. Rolling onto your side, you slung your leg over his side and wrapped your arms around his torso, sighing happily. Morpheus looked down at you.

“Are you comfortable, my Hope?” He asked, wanting to make sure that you were in absolute comfort and in no discomfort whatsoever. You happily hummed and tucked your face into the crook of his neck. 

“Quite so,” You murmured, wiggling your body one last time before allowing your mind to slip into a dreamscape. Morpheus hummed in appeasement the moment you slipped under and fully relaxed against him.

Date Published: 4/24/23

Last Edit: 4/24/23

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Time Slip | Chai x Reader (5/?)

Summary: Chai, ambassador of Vandelay Technologies, certainly has his ways of communication. You, living in the suburbs outside the campus, don't even have a cell phone. You know what they say about relationships...

Chapter One: Time Slip

Chapter Two: #E67451

Chapter Three: Daisies

Chapter Four: Sweet Dreams

Chapter Five: Synesthesia

When the sun begins to set is when Chai begins to squeeze at your fingers like the beat that grants him life. One heartbeat, two heartbeats… a song from the late seventies that he begs you to never skip when you tune into the radio. He swings your arm back and forth with the tune, walking with a swagger unlike you, basking in the summer breeze that caresses your skin and draws out the beauty marks and imperfections–a sketch across your skin. The glances up and down is the tell, except his eyes don’t gloss over the flush of red all over your face. Yours can’t help but notice, the casual, “Me and a pretty girl out on a date? Who would’ve thought… and she’s my girlfriend!” sinking into your stomach like butterflies.

 The date is like your first, with the visit to that same cafe except Chai wills himself to order a pumpkin spice latte he mentioned seconds ago released too early. However, his tongue relishes in the whipped cream reduced to foam atop his drink; the man raises his free hand to slurp at the topping before groaning in satisfaction. His eyes roll to the back of his head every time, and you imagine the reaction is amplified by the fact that the two drinks did not come out of his wallet. His hand does not let go of yours, the two of you across an overpass that overlooks the sun in the distant horizon. The time of day calls for a movie night, perhaps at a local theater where the experience is so real and imperfect and humans provide the service.

He pulls you along the sidewalk of the overpass but you halt your movements to observe the trail of train tracks descend towards a sky of violet hues and summer blues. The path grows narrow as the distance between increases, and behind the two of you is the sound of a drawn out horn. Your gaze is through holes of a fence, a wall before you dragging you from the unknown. What is now is the garden of tulips that surround you, the scent that represents the present more than any other invention that attempts to replicate what is real. What is real is the arm that hangs over your shoulder, following your gaze out into the distance, as real as the refuge Chai provides you.

You hum, and because that doesn’t get his attention, you call out his name. “You gotta’ take me to that place. Y’know, with the view.”

His arms wrap around your shoulders, his chin resting on your left. “That’s off limits but I guess I can take you.”

So he does. The route there is as mundane as the life he lived as a child, a conclusion you jump to upon the tapping of his feet on the train car floor. His prosthetic taps at the metal bar above your head, regardless of the huffs that escape you, yet they falter at the first sight at the place he calls home: the campus that houses him and his roommate Peppermint. The buildings, although imitating, tower above the railway with the interest in housing for those desiring to be close to work. Ahead of you is the spot you have dreamed of since the photo Chai sent you of him and his friends with the ocean behind them; the shine of the sun’s rays across the water is a sight you want to experience for the rest of your life. Perhaps there is the romantic getaway the hopeless romantic in you have always wished for.

You don’t think there’s a sight that can compare, especially because the tips of the grass glows and tickles at your ankles with a sway that rivals Chai’s incessant rocking. You taste the breeze atop your lips, the chill brushing past a cupid’s bow chewed on the more Chai reminds you how much you are loved… without saying it, of course. You scramble to your knees, to embrace the tufts of grass in your fists, to savor the distance between you and the sun setting to meet you. Ten steps forward and it is you against the ocean, waves crashing against the rocks below as the ascent to reach you begins. Nothing is past your vision except the possibilities and the stories untold; you haven’t a clue what is out there, and perhaps that is what’s most exciting.  The young man behind you throws his hands up in the air as if to say, “Welp, this is it!” yet he underestimates the glimpse of the wonders of the world he bestowed to you.

“You like it, huh? Did good, right babe?” He then sits beside you, a guitar he picked up from a nearby rock resting atop his crossed legs. The streaks of red and white are his match, as are the stickers he slapped on with the most notable being a holographic black cat and a fragment of you outlined as a flower. Chai’s shoulders are relaxed, a sigh escaping past the grin that cements itself on his lips. When his eyes begin to glisten, no doubt the reason being the attempt to see the world in your eyes, he turns to find you sparing a glance at him at the corner of your eye. You share the sentiment, your vision shuffling to the guitar in his embrace, and your smile grows with the shade of pink that warms up his face. 

With a hurried strum of his guitar, he warns you with a, “This isn’t finished, but—” He shakes his head. “I really want you to hear it.”

Synesthesia is the name of his work in progress. He looks into your eyes as he begins, a gaze so tender that it’s as if the song is written for you, and you edge closer as if the warmth stems from only him. His voice is soft, low enough that the waves crawling towards the bottom of the cliff threaten to drown out his tune. He whispers at times, mumbling words here and there, and he remedies his nerves by closing his eyes and allowing his body to sway with the chords. The grass follows his movements, and what surrounds you two is an audience that resonate with Chai’s words so much they sing along ever so quietly, a murmur swallowed whole by your humming. As if familiar with the song, a chorus is raised around the two of you as the outro begins, the wind picking up despite the heat nipping at your skin.

When we're together, I'm all the color

When we're together, I'm all the color

When we're together, I'm all the color

You repeat the lyric back to him, effortless enough to memorize. Your lips are centimeters from his when he opens his eyes again, your vision flickering to his lips wet with anticipation. Like yours, they begin to flutter close with what’s about to come, both of you confident that the two of you will align with a kiss that is as perfect as this view. This one promises to be different from the rest, edging toward the abstract of love without the words being spoken. You imagine it’s another step toward that three word phrase, one you’ve said so many times and too quickly for your own good. His breath hot on the tip of your nose, his hand threads itself past the knots in your hair to the back of your head, pulling you close. For now, you can tell him you love this, that you love that it seems as if each kiss will be better than the last. You hope it’s enough for him, if you remind him that—

“Oh dear! It looks like we’ve interrupted something between Mister Chai and Miss—”

Chai groans, his eyes rolling to the back of his head at the sight of his trusted friends. Peppermint is the first to approach you two, followed by her love interest Korsica, their guardian Macaron, and his whimsical analyst CNMN. Of course, 808 follows suit with a nuzzle against Chai’s back, vying for his attention once again. However sheepish the big guy is, Macaron tends to the curiosity of his friends by tagging along with an apology and a scratch of his scalp. Peppermint, with her hands on her hips, relishes in the embarrassment of her friend with a smirk tugged on her lips, cackling when Chai answers with a, “Yeah, CNMN! You kinda’ did!” They definitely did, as his head drops with a drawn out huff. The robot taps at his arm to grab a marker from a slot in his forearm, then drawing eyebrows on his face that resemble two meeting sides of a triangle above eyes that emit a bright yellow glow. He is thrilled, surely because he spends too much time with someone who very much finds joy in seeing her friend too red in the face.

Korsica stoops down to your level. “Thought we’d find ya’ here!” Then, to Chai. “You finally showed her the spot, eh?”

“Yes!” CNMN nods, his excitement concerning. “Did she like the song you wrote for her, Mister Chai?”

Your boyfriend, with another groan, buries his face in his hands. You giggle in response, evolving to a snort when you lunge forward to attempt to pry his hands away from his burning cheeks. Only then, despite the burning of your own, do you throw your arms around him to pull him into an embrace. The left side of his face is squished up against yours in the process, and despite voicing his complaints, no effort is made to distance yourself from you. His complaints, mind you, are at the mercy of a smile so wide they stretch at his cheeks. 

The rest of them can’t help but share the sentiment, but the second you notice the lingering gaze of Peppermint’s towards Korsica, you are at the mercy of her glare. Her eyes narrow, as if already knowing your not so well-kept secret.

Hey. Stop messing around and go tell him you love him already.