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this is unlike anything I've ever read before!! I might give it a try thank u for the summary LOL! I love her other books so maybe I will try it out <3 I'm not a huge romance girl because i personally love murder mysteries but i love ali hazelwood she's one of my favourite authors I think
i also LOVE ali hazelwood!!! iâve read all of her books and will read anything she releases honestly đđ i think if you liked her previous books then youâll enjoy a lot about this one (her writing, her characters, men who are obsessed w the fmcs haha) so itâs definitely worth a shot!!! iâve only ever read omegaverse in fanfic before this book so it was pretty new to me too and i was so so pleasantly surprised!!! i literally rated it 5 stars
#the mystery is not THAT prominent BUT itâs super interesting and so i think youâll like it tbh!!#if u do give it a try lmk your thoughts i love talking about books!!!! đ«¶#bride by ali hazelwood#annaâs asks
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Just more Simon thoughts (nsfw)
âThat's it, c'mon,â he'll grunt into your ear when he feels your pussy start to clench around his cock. âThat's a good girl. Just like that, baby. You're so close. Gonna come f'r me, yeah?â
You writhe underneath him, whimpering and gasping, your hands desperately clawing at his broad back. âFuck!â you squeak, eyes fluttering shut.
âYeah, baby, I know,â he says, smirking. âYour beautiful pussy is so perfect. Take a soft breath, relax, baby. Don't squeeze my cock so tight, gonna make me come beforehand.â
He kisses up your neck, nibbling gently, while your body starts to shake.
âMhm. That's it, girl. That's it. Just a little longer, let me enjoy you a little longer before you come on me, yeah?â
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does anyone else play that Love&Deepspace game đđ
#it makes me feel stupid but idec#itâs so fun#like#i kinda thought it would be so stupid#𫹠ive been eating my mfing words almost every night since then đ€Ł#the animation. the story. the way im out here blushing and hollering. my princess boy rafayel.#đ€đŒđ€đŒđ€đŒđ€đŒđ€đŒ#ridiculous đ€§đ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł#I love it#the storyline too. I meant to add that#ITS JUST SO COOL#AND THE BATTLES#itâs a lot of work tbh#well ig to get your memories up so you can battle is a lot of work#to me itâs a lot of work đ€Łđ€Ł#cause the chapter im at Iâve been stuck on#bc I gotta get xavierâs memories up#im close tho#i just love rafayel bc heâs dramatic and hilarious Ike me đ#like a sour patch kid#heâs also not real but thatâs not the POINT#I only cared about him and it backf ired đ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł#this is why I couldnât have 3 bfs at the same time in real life bc 2 of them would be pissed a lot Iâm sure đ€Łđ€Łđ€§đ€§#anyways#if you play this game and wanna be friends lmk đ«¶đŒ
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Intrusion
Sevika x Ambessa x Reader


Word count: 3.9k
synopsis; You, the pretty enforcer are tasked with retrieving very important documents from none other than Lead Commander Ambessa Merdarda. Sounds rather easy, until you see Silcoâs right hand woman bent over her desk.
(Tw; dom!Ambessa, softdom!Sevika, wlw, overstimulation, degradation, enforcer!reader, strap on, sex, biting, sub!reader, sub!Sevika, crying)
Song: Love is a bitch, Two face
Side note: lmk if you guys like this and Iâll do another ambessa/sevika one shot. tbh Iâm obsessed with them so Iâll probably drop it anyways lol. Also Iâve never watched the show so if anything is inaccurate donât hate me, the characters are just fine shit. Anyways, hope u enjoy đ«¶
When you first walked into the tall building, you hadnât expected today to be such a troublesome one. Your commanding officer has tasked you with retrieving a few important documents from Lead Commander, Ambessa Merdarda. When given the task you did well to hide your excitement but nonetheless it was there. You had seen Ambessa, as an enforcer she was starting to become a regular face to be greeted by. But youâd never come close to her and the idea of that was intoxicating. Youâd heard rumors about her, the war lord who never took no for an answer and never knew defeat. Youâd admired her, her ruthlessness made her one of the most praised women in the world. One day youâd hoped to become as renowned as her. Knowing it was wrong and out of turn, you wondered if youâd be able to ask her a few questions about her strategies when you made it to her office.
The walls were decorated with precise and intricate details. White and blue and gold peeked all over. Sunlight peered in through the huge windows, everything about it screamed luxury. You nodded your head off to the guards posted at the large grand doors that led to the wing with Ambessaâs office.
Your heart jumped out of your chest over and over as you neared that golden and blue door. But you found courage once you reached it, letting off two swift knocks. Silence was all that met you. You decided to be a bit patient, not wanting to barge in. But as the minutes passed you remembered your commander's voice in the back of your head, pestering you about just how important it was that you got them.
Minutes kept slipping so with a slight irritation slipping over you, you respectively knocked two more times. There was a bit more force behind it this time but respectful of course. More silence was accompanied by it. You bit your lip, anxious and worried.
You knew that it wasnât your fault that the Lead Commander hadnât answered despite it being known that she was in her office. But you also knew the higher ups rarely cared about âexcusesâ like such. If you were lucky youâd get chewed out in front of your comrades.
Usually you took any consequences head on, no matter how obscene, like the good soldier you were. But something made your stomach churn to delay the delivery of something of such urgency. You took a deep breath, telling yourself that sheâll understand.
I âm not knocking the door down or anything, she wonât mindâŠjust open the door
You tried to have your thoughts aid your anxieties and it almost worked until you remembered the scowl on her face a week earlier when a fellow enforcer had approached her disrespectfully. Just the remembrance of such a glare sent shivers down your spine.
Somewhat cowardly, you decided to suck up whatever would inevitably be thrown at you when you showed up with no papers. Disappointed, you put your head down, ready to turn.
Until a muffled groan slipped past the confines of the large door. If it hadnât been for how observant you were, you undoubtedly wouldâve missed it. But upon hearing it you flinched. Worry and fear overtook at the idea of what it couldâve been.
Was Ambessa ok? Had someone slipped into her office and hurt her? Is that why she couldnât come to the door?
Without so much as a second thought, you bolted through the door, gun raised and finger steady over the trigger.
Any heroism brewing inside of you preparing to âsave the dayâ instantly dissipates. The scene in front of you was so lewd that you couldnât do anything besides immediately re-holster your gun and attempt to leave. Unfortunately the attempt was halted, the panting voice of Ambessa reaching you.
â Close the door. Turn around.â
For a second, you let your mind roam over the possibilities this could end with. You cursed yourself for your listening skills, wishing youâd never heard that noise in the first place. You remembered your comrades talking about some rather obscene things theyâve walked in on and they found pretending worked best.
In a last ditch effort, you kept your eyes pointed at the large door. Hand still clutching the handle.
â I was simply coming to retrieve the documents for Commander Brinman. I apologize for my intrusion, due to the noise, I assumed there was trouble. I will take my leave immediately and return to retrieve them later today if able, Commander Merdarda.â
You heard a chuckle followed by a whine to which you presumed was the brown skinned woman bent over the table, the ones whose legs shook slightlyâŠ
You shook your head slightly, cursing yourself once again for the blush that crept on your face.
â I didnât ask you for any of that information, little one. Close the door and turn around. Thatâs an order.â
Desperately you let out one last attempt. Your voice came out weak this time, that soldier formality leaving you.
â I promise you, Commander Merdarda, that absolutely nothing that has taken place in this office today shall leave it. I swear it.â
â Well I couldâve told you that. You donât seem the chatty type, clearly not the listening type either⊠I wonât repeat myself on my previous orders.â
Her voice sounded less patient this time, so reluctantly you closed the door. The loud click sounded throughout the room, and not a moment after you turned your body to face them. Embarrassment settled on your face as you still refused to actually look, your eyes trained at the floor.
â Eyes up here, donât be so rude.â
The moment you looked up, she was already staring at you. Your chest rose and fell a bit faster upon seeing the sight, again. Ambessa stood proudly, muscles and chest exposed for you to see. And though her counterpart did also seem to have muscle you immediately deduced that she wasnât in the same state Ambessa was. Her hair fell over her face, pants crumpled around her ankles as she lay there, still shaking.
Ambessa smiled at you, but it was clear that it wasnât a friendly one.
â Look, we have a guest. Have some manners, or do you undercity dogs not have any of those?â
The harshness yet playfulness in her tone made you shift your legs slightly, still staring at Ambessa. The woman beneath her simply grumbled something but you didnât catch it. It was hard when your heartbeat was thrumming out of your ears practically.
Ambessa rolled her eyes, using her large hand to tug at the hair of the woman. Another grumble left her, this time clearly more strangled. Guiding her head to look up at you, you nearly collapsed onto the floor upon seeing her face. Sure a few strands still protected her but youâd know that face anywhere.
Any enforcer would. Sevika, Silcos right hand woman. Instantly you scrunch your face up at the sight, luckily Ambessa was nice enough to drop her head back onto the desk, of course not before she forced a âhelloâ out of her.
â What to do with you now, hm?â
That question alone was enough for you to not care that Noxusâs Lead Commander was fucking a known criminal in her office, worried about your own fate.
â Like I said, Commander, Iâve seen nothing. Iâll say nothing.â
She frowned, almost as if she was bored by such a response.
â I thought we already discussed that. I think youâd be much more interesting with all those clothes off.â
The blush you fought so hard to keep down came back with a vengeance. You stammered over your words but nothing actually came out. You peered over at Sevika, noticing that Ambessa was in fact still inside of her.
â C-commander⊠Iâm a s-soldierâŠâ
â Soldiers donât like getting fucked?â
Your insides boiled at the thought. Your mind fed you images of your legs open, trembling like Sevikas, Ambessa large hands able to reach every and anywhere. It shouldâve made you recoil, have you running out of the office and shouting for anyone nearby to come and see the ungodly actions happening in this very room. But it didnât. It made your breath hitch. Desire pounced at you over and over. Youâd always been trained to be the perfect, obedient, and efficient soldier. But there was nothing perfect about the way you gave in so easily to that little voice inside of your head.
Youâd be lying if you said everything about the sight of them didnât make your knees weak. Youâd always preferred women but there were no women like Sevika and Ambessa where youâd come from. The disgust you felt for that Zaunite hunched over that desk held no weight against your attraction for her.
â Well, child, whatâll be?â
â Nobody will find outâŠright?â
Ambessa smiled evilly at the question. Yet she ignored it all together. She knew you were going to strip anyway. She knew it the moment you locked the door on your own will, sheâd never told you to do that. And oh how she loved the look on your face as you accepted your situation, deciding that Ambessa was never going to give you such security in her answer.
Slowly but carefully you tugged at your clothes. Something Ambessa also hadnât instructed. She held back a sly comment, picking up on how eager you were. And she didnât miss the way Sevika clenched around her suddenly, as she watched you strip off the rest of your clothes. You hadnât noticed either of their staring but god did you feel it.
If your parents were here theyâd be so disappointed in you, hands trembling as you showcase your bare body to two women who looked like they were looking at dinner. But you had no space to harbor such a thought, not when Ambessas braid swung slightly, beckoning you over. You moved swiftly, that certain soldier walk about you.
â Quite niceâŠâ
Ambessa shamelessly checked you out, her eyes lingering concerningly long on your breast. You simply shrink beneath her gaze, her very presence demanding authority. And you saw no reason to grant her anything other than that.
â How lucky I am, Iâll have to thank Brinman for sending such a pretty one. Alright Sevika, be a little useful for once. Make sure to devour her properly.â
â Lay down for me then, pretty.â
Youâd never heard her voice before. You hadnât expected it to sound so enticing. Her low eyes and hanging hair made you desperate to be devoured, even if it was by a criminal. You nodded quickly, nervously laying on the desk, your pretty legs spread in front of a bent over Sevika. Ambessa pressed the strap deeper inside at the sight of it causing Sevika to grip the table. The sight the Wolf had infront of her made her want to eat you both alive. From her view she could see everything, your nervous face as Sevika trailed kisses up your thigh, Sevikas sweaty back exposed and flexing as she moved about. She also couldnât miss the way your cunt clenched around nothing as the Zaunite got closer to that spot that you really needed to be touched.
As planned, the moment Sevika finally did start licking vigorously at your clit, Ambessa started her thrust back up again. Her pace was brutal, even you could tell despite the loud whines that slipped past your mouth. Sevika moaned aggressively into you, not able to contain herself.
â Look at you two, filthy.â
â o-oh godâŠcommanderââ
You moaned out for Ambessa despite the intense eye contact you held with Sevika. Her grey eyes bore into yours and you worried that alone might get you off faster. If Sevika had a piece of sanity left she wouldâve told you to say her name, moan it out in that pornographic tone of yours. But Ambessa was ruthless, hitting her in all the right places. And this pace was no issue for her, her stamina was horrid and she had no signs of fatigue. Sevika trembled and pushed against her rhythmically, not wanting the pleasure to end.
Her eyes rolled repeatedly, struggling to hold that eye contact with you. But you didnât mind it, quite the opposite. It made you bite your lip at the thought that every vibration that she set off into you was because of the tall woman behind her. To know every time she rolled her eyes she was closer to the edge, drove you crazy. You almost pulled at her hair, wanting her even closer. But cowardice struck your heart, secretly intimated of the strong wanted criminal from Zaun.
Pleasure overwhelmed you as Sevika continued, her face now drenched from everything you were giving her. You whined at the sight, noticing the wet glisten on her nose and chin.
Your hips bucked at her mouth over and over and over. Until that burning sensation was becoming unbearable.
Obedient as ever, you wailed out a request. Ambessa watched hungrily as your legs shook around Sevikas head, wetness dripping onto her leg from Sevikas cunt.
â please! can IâŠc-can I come?â
â Iâm not the one between your legs.â
With tears in your eyes and your hands clenched, desperate to not let go until someone, anyone, told you that it was ok. Sevika nearly melted seeing the way you pleaded with her before even saying anything, your lips trembling. Her own orgasm was approaching quickly.
â p-pleaseâŠsevikaâŠâ
Through broken moans and stutters, â yesâŠgod yes.â
Ambessa smiled as you whispered a pathetic thank you, your body at war with itself while you finished all over her face. Ambessa could tell she was close, it was obvious from how hard she was pulling it in. Sevika still ate at you desperately despite you having come, instead of relenting she simply pulled your thighs in with her arms, trapping you.
Ambessa had told her to devour you properly, and she wasnât going to do anything but that. She did falter at her speed for a second, once she heard Ambessa demand for her to finish âall over her cockâ and quote.
You whimpered out pleads and begs, but neither listened. All you could do was paw at her strong forearms which clearly was no match for you. And Sevika hadnât even noticed the scratch marks you gave her, her own orgasm so intense that she was lost in it. And being the cutting woman she was, Ambessa fucked her throughout all of it, until she was satisfied with the alien sounds she pulled from Sevikas throat.
Sevika did stop once Ambessa pulled out, heaving and shaking. And yet she did manage enough energy to leave a few extra peppered kisses on your wobbly thighs.
â Who wouldâve known the brave enforcer made such noises?â
Her voice was one of pure velvet, it made something rush through you. Everything about Ambessa made you go crazy. Yet you didnât respond, ignoring Ambessa who now was behind you, head in your neck leaving bruises on it. You only whined, breathing rapidly. Her rough hands rubbed all around your breast and stomach.
â What would your comrades think? Youâve just opened your legs to a wanted criminal, quite easily as well. Did you enjoy it? Having a Zaunite eat your cunt?â
Her words were so vile and you had no answers for her. You couldnât even think straight, let alone entertain such nasty comments. Instead you opted to begging, not caring how filthy you looked in front of them anymore.
â can I have more, please?â
Ambessa noticed now that your begging was no longer only directed towards her, your desperation for permission now being sought out from both of them. She didnât mind. If anything it made her day a whole lot more interesting.
She smirked into your neck before pulling away, looking down at Sevika who no longer was bent over. Instead she now stood tall too, her naked body making you blush. Sevika knew she held no authority when it came to Ambessa, it was obvious. But you? Those lustful eyes peering up at her, awaiting any instruction, so long as it meant they touched you, drove her further into corruption.
Ambessa simply stared at Sevika, allowing her to answer.
â Since you asked so nicely. Go ahead and open these up for me.â
She tapped at your thighs that you now had shut. Obediently, you opened them. Ambessa left your side, making you miss how warm she was. You heard her rummaging through something behind you before you saw her hand Sevika a stark black toy. Your arousal spilled down your legs as you patiently watched and waited. You grew alive with anticipation as you watched Ambessa grip the back of Sevikaâs neck, whispering something in her ear. It left you curious after seeing the way Sevikaâs eyes furrowed and she clenched Ambessaâs wrist desperately, nodding softly.
Ambessa left her to come back to your side, this time though she towered over you, cupping your face in her hand. It was surprisingly gentle, the way she rubbed her thumb back and forth. She studied you, finding it enticing how pliable you were, legs open and ready for them to do anything to you. She wanted to leave you clawing at the floor by the time she was done with you and from the way you easily slumped into her hands, she knew she could.
All that distraction made you oblivious to Sevika having a strap now attached to her as well. Sevika walked in front of you, pulling your legs suddenly so that your cunt was mere inches away from her cock. You bit your lip, one hand gripping the table and the other squeezing Ambessaâs wrist that now sat on either side of your face.
Sevika smiled down at you, allowing you to finally get a clear view of her gapped teeth. You nearly swooned at the sight of it. You hadnât noticed how gorgeous she truly looked with all the hair that previously stuck to her face. But now you could see everything, her plump breast, her large thighs and strong arms, and that fucking smile.
â Just relax, sweetheart. I know youâll do good.â She dipped two fingers inside of you causing you to let out a small moan. Sevika made sure to get every bit of them wet, it wasnât difficult at all, the constantly leaking proving just how good her tongue had been to you. She almost didnât want to pull out, loving how warm you were inside. But that all went out the door the moment she saw you throw you back after she drew sticky circles around your clit lazily.
â Youâre so fucking wet, I was that good?â
You nodded mindlessly, grinding your ass softly against the desk. Ambessa gripped your chin gently causing you to suddenly open your eyes.
â Manners, little one. She asked you a question.â
â yesss,i-itâs so good, itâs a-all sooo goodâŠâ
You struggled to get it all out, broken up but moans and wails. The speed of her fingers was blinding by now. But she didnât want you to cum, not yet. She ripped her fingers away, giving a faux sympathetic glance.
Sevika gripped your thighs as she lined the toy up with your cunt, making a slight show of the sounds it made as it moved back and forth between your lips. You bucked your hips desperate to actually put it inside, you didnât have to wait long before she was sinking it all the way in. She was slow to enter, sure to not hurt you. But she assumed thatâd be difficult to do considering you were practically drenched.
Ambessa itched with lust as she watched the way Sevikas thrust picked up, her stomach flexing and growing wet from you. You moaned out her name hoarsely, grateful that finally something was being done.
â So pretty⊠this cunt is fuckinâ- ngh⊠perfect.â
Sevika groaned out, feeling the harness rub against her throbbing clit. She looked up at Ambessa, eyelids low and mouth hung open, panting.
â Fuck her faster.â
She didnât dare disobey, picking up the speed immediately. You cried out, feeling it hit inside of you even deeper. Your poor cunt clenched around it, hungry for more. Your whole body felt hot to the touch. You thought you were going to die, not sure how much longer you could hold on despite her having just started.
Sevika moved your legs so that they rose straight up, pulling you even deeper allowing her thrust to drive you insane. You felt her hot breaths against your calf, her breast brushing against your bare skin. Her moans grew louder but it was impossible to overtake yours, your throat ripping out the most obscene noises. You met her thrust as best as you could, knowing you could never get enough of the pleasure she was giving you, even if it was overwhelming.
â Câmere.â
You felt Ambessa suddenly capture your lips, pulling your head up slightly to ravage you. She tasted like honey and you moaned into her. Her hands roamed all over, cupping your breast that bounced vigorously. She bit at your bottom lip, relishing in the way you whined her name, not commander, her name.
â ambessaaa.â
She secretly crumpled at sound. Typically sheâd have corrected you, and told you to do better with your etiquette. But she couldnât bother with that when you were shaking now, you and Sevikas orgasm clearly close.
â fuckkkk! m-m gonnâ no!â
You screamed louder than ever, still desperately kissing at Ambessaâs scarred face. The pair admired your discipline, fighting off the orgasm that you knew threatened to spill at any moment.
â âbessa! s-sevikaa! can Iâ cum! can I please?â
Sevika was so far gone, ignoring your question. She stuttered her thrust, biting into your ankle as her orgasm grew closer. Ambessa gave uncharacteristic sympathy, filling in for her. She leaned down even closer, whispering in your ear.
â Sevikaâs been doing such a good job, hasnât she?â
A tear slipped down your face as you nodded, whimpering more and more. She kissed the tear away, loving how they so easily fell down your face.
â So how about we let her cum first, have some etiquette? How about that?â
Quite sure it wasnât a question, you only offered a pained yes. Sevika sped up slightly making you claw at Ambessaâs hand that rested on your breast. Sevika came silently, her mouth forming into an âoâ as she fucked herself through her orgasm while also fucking you.
You looked up at Ambessa, pleading. She shushed your cries, telling you to let go for her and Sevika. And Sevika despite being overstimulated continued to fuck you enthusiastically, refusing to not let your pussy cry for her again. And cry it did, you came so hard on her cock that you saw stars. Vision blurry and body weak, you trembled beneath both of their stares.
You heaved, struggling to catch your breath. But Ambessa noticed you trying to say something. She rubbed your face again leaving bruised kisses on your chest.
â Speak up, mumbling wonât do much.â
â moreâŠpleaseâ
Sevika, whose chest also struggled to catch breath, made eye contact with Ambessa. Your mind was a heavy haze, not able to concentrate on anything. But you did capture Ambessaâs commanding voice.
â You heard her, Sevika. Do it again.â
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SOMETHIN' STUPID || VIKTOR
pairing: viktor (arcane)/fem!reader additional tags: viktor's pov, viktor is a certified yearner, maybe ooc, unrequited love that's actually requited, no physical descriptions for reader other than having dainty fingers and being shorter than viktor, hopefully correct use of czech pet names, barely proofread synopsis: the ever-brilliant viktor finds himself drowning in feelings for his colleague, so what does he do? bury them, of course.... until he learns that love is not something you can just ignore.
author's note: hello everyone! it's been a long, long while since i've written anything so i thought i would try and see if the ol' writing machine (aka my brain) still works lol. this is more of a blurb than anything so please go easy on me. also trying out something new by writing in present tense (lmk if it flows well!) viktor might be a little ooc but i'm still trying to fully understand him. hopefully my characterization of him in future fics (if any) will be more faithful to the viktor you're all familiar with. anyways, enjoy 2k words of viktor yearning like CRAZY đ«¶đŒ
Viktor doesnât know how much more of this he can take. How many more times would your eyes meet from across the room at one of those parties he never really wanted to attend in the first place? How many more times would your fingers brush in the early morning, when he accepts the steaming sweetmilk that you so kindly got for him? How many more times would your laughter intermingle softly late into the night, when exhaustion took over and your writing started to look more like chicken scratch rather than letters?
He might just go insane.
How was it possible to want someone this much? Maybe heâs experienced something like this before, in tiny amounts, for people he hasnât thought about in years. Deep down, he knows that even if he added all of those fleeting romances together, it would still only be a fraction of what he feels now. For you.
He canât pinpoint that exact moment in time when everything changed. There were definitely a few of those moments that stood out more than others, but none of those instances were the catalyst for whatever this is. But they certainly donât help his case.
A few words of encouragement.
A book recommendation.
A smileâ so soft, so intimate, he briefly allows himself to believe that it was meant just for him. Something precious for him to keep, to be his and his alone.
In the dim light of the lab, he finds you asleep on your desk. The humming glow of the hex crystals leaves you blanketed in a gentle blue. Heâs heard tales of this before, from when he bothered to listen to such things. It would happen just like this, they said: his heart would beat so fast, it threatened to leave his chest entirely. His skin would burn with something unmistakable, a feeling that left one in a state of simultaneous confusion and clarity.
He feels it all now and he finds it polarizing. Itâs too much and not enough. He chases and runs away from it at the same time. A part of him wants it to stop, to go away and leave him forever for the sake of ending this game heâs painfully losing⊠but a greater part of him hopes that it will grow and grow to the point where maybe youâll notice and do something about it. His palms get a little sweaty just thinking about making the first move. Symptoms of a lovesick fool.
The soft sound of your breathing quiets the pounding of his heart, prevents the wretched feelings from overflowing and spilling everywhere. Even if it was just for tonight. Tonight, he keeps his lips sealed, fights to keep himself from reaching for you. It would be unbecoming of him.
His eyes land on you again, observing how your head rested on your arms. Understanding hits him then, why youâre so bothered by seeing him stay at the lab so late that he ends up falling asleep. That position couldnât have been comfortable. Of course, he knew that from experience, but itâs your comfort heâs thinking about right now. He wonders if this is what you felt whenever you woke him up and implored him to go home.
Surely not.
No, he canât wrap his head around you possibly viewing that act the same way he does. Not when he wants to bottle this moment, wants to capture the preciousness of seeing you like this. It just canât be the same.
So can you really blame him if when he finally rests a hand on your shoulder to wake you gently, he lets it linger there for just a little longer? An infinitesimal piece of time that he claims for himself. He never thought himself to be the sentimental type, but he cherishes it all: he cherishes the way you blink slowly as you returned to the waking world, and your tired murmur of his name that makes his chest tighten.
Itâs just a wisp of a moment, never really tangible enough for him to hold in his hands, but he cherishes it all the same. Itâs burned in his memory, in his very being, the same way everything else about you is. Every piece of you that you so generously gifted him.
âYou should go home, darling.â
The word slips past his lips before he could even think about it. But he allows himself this one indulgence. He canât help it. Heâs always been a bit greedy.
âWhat time is it?â you ask.
âFar too late for you to be here,â he answers.
You huff out a breath of a laugh, âThatâs rich coming from you.â
He finds himself smiling. How does someone manage to be so endlessly endearing without even trying?
It takes an embarrassing amount of effort for him to pull back his hand from your shoulder. Had you been more awake and had the room been brighter, he mightâve schooled his expression into something more neutral. Something to hide the unbridled adoration in his eyes. He doesnât do that now. With the shield of darkness to protect him, he lets the mask come off. He lets his affection for you wash over him in waves. It wouldâve been liberating, if it wasnât for the tiny detail that that affection was unrequited.
Still, he says your name with utmost care. âYou must go home and rest.â
To his surprise, you listen. You mumble a tired "okayâ and gather your belongings, slipping on your coat. âYou should go home, too, Vik.â
âI will. Soon. I just need to finish a few things.â
Your face twists into a frown, âNo, youâll do that tomorrow.â Before he can interject, you speak up again, âJust⊠come with me? Itâs late and I donât want to walk home alone.â
His brain refuses to reconcile with what his eyes see: the trepidation written all over your features, the way you clutch the lapel of your coat just a little tighter. He knows itâs a trap, you just want to get him out of the lab but how could he possibly reject the promise of a few more minutes with you? The chance to pretend, even if itâs just for those precious few minutes, that he was taking you home as someone more than a colleague? More than a friend? Only a fool would say no to you. Or perhaps he was a fool either way. He really must be going insane.
He says yes almost instantly.
Itâs cold in Piltover tonight. It makes his bad leg ache more than it already does, and so his strides are a bit more careful. He doesnât say anything about how you also slow down to match his pace but he appreciates your considerate gesture nonetheless.
The moon hangs in the sky big and bright, making everything around you seem softer. Itâs picturesque. Almost romantic. He tries his best not to entertain that thought for much longer. Instead, he focuses on what you say to him so he could ignore the traitorous thoughts his mind conjures up and the way his knees were protesting because of the cold.
Conversation with you is easyâ terrifyingly so. It was one of the first things he noticed about you when you first met.
Early on in the process of finding sponsors and securing funding, him and Jayce quickly realized that they needed help. Yes, Jayce is a friend of the Kiramman family. Yes, Viktor is Heimerdingerâs protĂ©gĂ©, but theyâre academics. At the end of the day, Jayceâs warm personality could only do so much when he was still greatly inexperienced with navigating these more political spaces and for all of his experience and perceptiveness, Viktor knows heâs no good at sweet-talking sponsors, either.
Enter, you.
Caitlyn Kiramman was the one to recommend you, her former tutor. Jayce was quick to back her up, remembering that you were also Academy alumni; a particularly strategic businesswoman. Viktor was hesitant at first, knowing that a third party could complicate things. Hextech was born out of the dream to help people. He worried that bringing business and politics (even though he knew it was necessary) into the mix would warp Hextech into something it wasnât. Jayce convinced him to take a gamble, and it seemed that the potential of Hextech was enough to bring you back to Piltover from your travels across Runeterra.
It took him a while to warm up to you. You werenât nobility, but most definitely well-off. Even more so after your years as a business consultant to organizations all over the continent. He respected you, sure, but Viktor had a hard time trusting someone who was so⊠privileged. How could you possibly understand how important it was that Hextech remained a beacon of hope for the less fortunate? Perhaps it was naive of him to think that way, as much as he hated to admit it.
But true to your reputation, you delivered exactly what they needed. You bridged the gap between Viktor and Jayceâs hopes for Hextech and the support they needed from sponsors, protecting them and their inventions from being taken advantage of.
Suffice to say, you earned his admiration.
Never in a million years would Viktor imagine that you would captivate his entire being, too.
It was daunting. Scary, really. Especially now that heâs beginning to understand the full extent of his affections. Years and years of burying that softness from his youth deep beneath the armor of his intellectâ all that hard work diminished by a pretty girl. Gods, he really is just a man. Not even that. With you, he feels like a highschooler with a crush. Itâs painful. Downright humiliating. But he wouldnât trade it for anything. Not when you link your arm around his, laughing at something he said. Was he really that funny? Probably not. Heâs just happy to make you laugh.
âYou donât have to be nice about it. Salo is a grade-A asshole,â you grinned. âWe both know it. If I have to spend another dinner with him present I might actually stab a fork in my eyes.â
He smiles, âAh, but that wouldnât save you from his incessant chatter.â
âIâll stab the fork into my ears too."
âI might just follow after you,â he hums, âyouâll have to check if it works first, though.â
Your friendship blossomed when your visits to the lab became less for work and more for leisure. You wanted to visit, wanted to learn more about what he and Jayce were working on and why. Everything after that was just dominoes. You, with all your fiery passion and sharp wit, have become a permanent fixture in his life and now? He could hardly imagine life without you in it. You're one of his dearest friends and, much to his dismay, that makes his current predicament even more challenging than it already is.
Before he knew it, the two of you were standing in front of your apartment buildingâ one of the most luxurious in Piltover. He could only imagine how much it cost, though he knew for certain that your penthouse probably barely made a dent in your wealth. Heâs gotten somewhat used to your differing lifestyles, but heâs never completely able to not marvel at it. A gust of wind kissed his skin once more as he turned to look at you.
âThis is me,â you say, gloved hands in your pocket and your lovely, lovely face framed by your hair and ruby red scarf. He recognizes it as the gift he gave you a year ago now. A spur-of-the-moment purchase on one of the rare occasions he was actually outside Academy grounds. He remembers thinking that the color would look nice on you. He was right. He finds himself holding onto the seconds before he has to go. âThank you for walking me home, Viktor.â
âOf course,â he nods but the calmness of his voice donât match the way his eyes bore into yours. âItâs only proper.â
âProper?â
âYes. Proper. I am a gentleman, after all.â
His accent comes out thicker, emphasizing the words more than he means to.
âI didnât take you for someone who cared much about propriety,â you tease.
âIs it because Iâm from the undercity?â he deadpans and he relishes in the look of horror on your face that replaces your grin.
âWhat? No!â you exclaim, smacking his arm when you realize heâs just joking. âYou. Are. Impossible.â
A laugh bubbles out of his chest, âOh, thatâs cruel. You would hit a defenseless man? How heartless.â
âShut up. That cane of yours is a weapon of war. Donât think I havenât seen you smack Jayce with it.â
âIf I hit him with it, he probably deserved it.â
âPoor Jayce,â you laugh as well. âRemind me not to get on your bad side.â
Viktor smiles.
âI do not think you could even if you tried, lĂĄsko."
He freezes and so do you. The laughterâthe musicâthat you shared for the briefest of moments was thoroughly snuffed out, leaving you both in a silence that threatens to swallow him whole. He didnât mean to do that. He didnât mean to speak so gently, but there is not a part of Viktor that could withhold this sincerity from you. Specks of the truth, of the confession heâs barely managed to wrangle into submission and lock away somewhere dark and unreachable.
He pulls back on instinct. Heâs shown too much, said too much. You donât move. He is petrified.
Your eyes widen and he sees his reflection in them, staring back at him. This is it, he thinks. Heâs crossed the line and heâll have to deal with the crushing blow of your rejection.
You manage to compose yourself and what you say next is⊠well, unexpected. Your tone is light, clearing the air and allowing him to breathe again.
âDo you say that to every woman or am I a special case? Iâd hate to be part of a roster.â
Heâs taken aback, but he feels a weight lifted off his shoulders. You are a miracle in his eyes. Washing away his worries with a kind smile and a few choice words. He laughs again and this time, he doesnât stop himself from speaking the truth. Itâs now or never.
âSurely you know by now that you are singular,â he whispers, his accent a pleasant drawl in your ears. He takes a step forward. It is gravity that pulls him in, not the Earthâs, but yours. A force that he canât help but be drawn to. Not that he would ever dare to resist it now that his fear has shrunk down to something a little less debilitating.
His face is inches from yours. You donât move. He gets a little braver.
âI do not appreciate your implication that I would pay attention to anyone else,â his voice is low, honest. âAs if anyone could compare to you. As if you donât hold my very being in the palm of your hand. MilĂĄÄku, I adore you. Donât you know that?â
There is a hint of pleading in his tone, begging you to understand the full scope of his feelings from those few words so that he wouldnât unravel before you, a bundle of nerves and petals the same shade as your scarf.
âSay something. Please,â his fear rears its ugly head once more. âSay the word and weâll pretend this never happened. I will remain your colleague and nothing more. A friend, if you would allow it.â
âWhat if I donât want that?â you ask, your own voice a little shaky with uncertainty. Maybe it was also fear. That, heâs not quite sure.
Viktor doesnât fully trust what heâs hearing, thinks it to be a figment of his deluded imagination, but his heart is screaming at him now to push forward.
âWhat is it you want, lĂĄsko? Tell me and it shall be yours.â
You're almost breathless when you finally respond, âYou. I want you."
The world stills. Time itself screeches to a halt. There is only you and him, together in this moment that he knows will be woven into the threads of his soul. He has never known euphoria quite like this. He canât name it yet, doesnât know if this is love. He can only hope that it will be.
When he looks into your eyes again, he does not see his own terrified reflection. He just sees you. And the sheer intensity of your gaze that rivals his own. Have you always looked at him that way? Was he just too blind to see it?
âDo you mean that?â he finds himself asking. He has toâ has to make sure that this is real.
You smile again, dainty fingers intertwining with his. It is a gentle smile, a hopeful smile that answers his question before you even open your mouth.
âI do,â your voice is so gentle and yet it squeezes his heart. âIâm yours, Viktor, if youâll have me.â
He brings your knuckles to his lips, places a reverent kiss on them like youâve given him the world. In a way, thatâs exactly what you did. Maybe his lips were always meant to be on your skin, worshipping you like the goddess you are. It feels too natural for it to mean anything else.
And for the first time in a long time, he allows himself to hope.
âI would love nothing more.â
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PAIRING: alpha!jake x omega!reader (f)
SUMMARY: being an omega was already hard, but being an omega with an alpha roommate was worse. especially during your heats. youâd lock yourself in your room, trying to ignore his strong scent and his presence, but jake has had enough of hearing pained wails. heâll help you, even if he wasnât your alpha (yet).
WARNINGS: omegaverse, roommates au, unprotected sex (donât be silly, wrap your willy), breeding kink, doggystyle, dirty talking, riding, cream pie, fingering, pussy eating, knotting (?) , heat and mentions of ruts, pet names (baby, good girl), mentions of pups (this feels strange idk), reader is a virgin, overstimulation, tits sucking (đ), mentions of pregnancy, manhandling, lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.
PUBLISHED: 28th August 2024
WC: 4.2k
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a/n: why do i always end my jake fics with a cliffhanger? itâs a mistery to me as well. i donât really like how it turned out but i sincerely hope yâall do. idk much abt omegaverse and i searched on google most of the information, if it ainât accurate letâs just say itâs caseyverse and call it a day. please REBLOG & COMMENT bcs only likes get me shadowbanned. also, lmk your thoughts on this fic đ«¶đ«¶
You were prepared.
You had your favourite blankets, all your plushies, your phone and your charger.
You had even bought a mini fridge to keep enough food so that you would resist for at least three days.
Your heat was coming, you could feel it in your bones, which was the main reason as to why you were locked in your bedroom.
Taking the pill to stop the heat from coming was a good idea, especially since you didnât have an alpha of your own, but the doctor refused to prescribe them, saying that they would really damage your health.
Because suffering for two to three days straight wasnât.
Your skin was hot, too hot, sweat started gathering on your forehead, and sticking you to the sheets.
You laid on your bed, trying your best to even your breaths and willing your mind not to slip away.
You hated being an omega and going into heat, especially in summer. The weather affected it, making the pain unbearable.
As you thought about it, a sharp pain like a sting hit your lower stomach, you could feel your panties wetting with arousal.
A small yelp left your lips, your hips slowly bucking in the air to soothe the ache between your legs.
It was humiliating, the way your mind succumbed to the primal urge to mating, to being bred.
Suddenly, a soft knock came from the other side of the door and you scrunched your nose.
Jake, with his strong hormones scent, minty but musky at the same time. You normally could live with it, he was good at hiding his scent so as not to bother you and you hid your pheromones well too.
But now, it almost suffocated you and he wasnât even in the room with you âY/N⊠can I come in?â
You scoffed, mood already ruined by your denied pleasure. Itâs not like you didnât have toys, they were in your drawer, but most definitely you werenât to use them while Jake was in the house.
You just needed to keep control of your mind.
âJake, no.â You hissed, even if he already knew the answer âNot for the rest three working days.â
Jake pressed his forehead on the door. He also went into rut, but he would just find a willing omega or a beta to bury himself and then forget about them.
You werenât like him, you didnât want someone you didnât know to be inside you, to have such a power over your body.
âThree days?â He sighed âFuck, your scent is so strong.â
And it was true, during your heat you released more pheromones so as to attract other alphas. Fact was, it also drove your roommate insane.
âI can smell how bad your heat is, it drives me crazy.â Jake murmured, making you shiver.
You could hear his breathless voice, the thick Australian accent rolling off his tongue was such a turn on.
âDonâtââ You groaned when another wave of pain hit your lower stomach, âDonât talk like that.â You pleaded.
"I can't help it." He said, "Your scent is so strong, you smell so goodâŠâ
He took a deep breath, shutting his eyes and clenching his jaw.
âPlease, Jake.â You clung the sheet under you, needing an anchor against your lust âLeave, go outside.â
âI canât.â He was quick to say âYou keep whimpering and I donât want to hear you in pain.â He stated.
âIâm g-grand.â You replied, âI can manage.â
He gripped the door handle, his muscles tensing up. âI want to help you." He said, a hint of desperation in his voice. "I want to take care of you and make you feel good, please, just let me in."
âDonât complicate things,â You breathed out, your hips moving around the bed âWe set boundaries, remember?â
âBoundaries donât expect me to sit back, knowing youâre suffering.â He bit back, voice strained.
âStill,â You commented.
Jake and you had a nice relationship, you werenât just roommates but also friends. You loved to hang out with him and you didnât want him to see you like this. Again, it was too embarrassing, you werenât sure youâd be able to face him afterwards.
He tried to pull the handle but obviously, you had locked the door âY/N, open up.â
You turned around on the bed, your hips humping against the mattress, your face flush on the sheets âNo.â You said, trying to sound convincing.
âI just want to help you, donât overthink it.â Jake sighed, pulling the door knob again. âI said no, Jake. Go away.â
At another groan that escaped your lips, Jake couldnât take it anymore and kicked the door a couple of times until it swung open.
You widened your eyes âWhatââ Before you could talk, he pounced on you, his body holding yours down.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent that resembled vanilla and peaches, making his head spin âYou smell so good, baby.â
You breathed out, trying your hardest not to think about his body so close to you, his skin on yours, âJake please, get out.â
He planted hot kisses down your collarbone, his hands roaming over your body. âLet me take care of you, I promise Iâll make you feel good.â
âNo..â You murmured but as his hands yanked off your shorts and panties, you could feel your wetness running down your thighs in the same way your consciousness crumbled.
You wanted it, you wanted Jake to take you, to make you his and calm the burning desire that consumed you.
He cursed under his breath, two fingers gathered your arousal and he put them in his mouth, humming âYou even taste delicious baby, can you be anymore perfect?â
âJake..â You murmured, âMake it better.â Your voice was strained and whiny, making Jakeâs pants tighter.
âSay no more.â He said and without any warning he pushed two fingers deep inside of you.
How they even fit was foreign to you, given that nobody had ever dared to touch you there, but you didnât really care at that moment. It felt good, so good.
You moaned out, gripping the sheets under you, your mind already a puddle of pleasure.
His digits were skilled, brushing and thrusting in every spot that got your eyes rolling.
âSo wet for me baby, mh?â Jake groaned, the squelching sound filling the room, imprinting in his ears.
He raised your shirt with his free hand and started groping your breasts, kneading the soft flesh in his palms.
He towered you, his presence dominant behind you, like a shadow swallowing you whole.
Whimpers left your lips, but this time they were a reaction from pleasure, not pain.
âWhere is it?â He asked, biting his tongue as he desperately searched for something inside you.
When he felt you moan loudly, he smirked âGot it.â And he started thrusting his fingers in and out, reaching that spot again.
You felt as if your body was being burned, you needed him to continue it, to take you to the edge.
And Jake never stopped, even if his wrist hurt and his fingers grew sore. He lived to hear your cries of pleasure, to be the one making you squirm.
âClose?â He asked when he felt your walls clench around his digits and you nodded.
âUgh.â You moaned, your eyes squeezing and with one last thrust of his fingers, you fell apart.
Your body trembled, your legs shook. Jake gently helped you ride out of your high before pulling out his fingers and licking them clean.
âIf only you could taste yourself, baby.â He took your chin in his hand and raised your body so you were kneeling, back flush to his chest âSo sweet, I canât get enough.â
You felt his bulge brush against your back and it was the moment where your mind went completely black.
Lust winning over reason.
You breathed out âJake,â Letting one of your hands wander down his chest until it reached his sweats, feeling his clothed hard-on âPut it inside me.â
Jake cursed, his body trembling âYou want it inside?â He questioned, his breath fanning against the shell of your ear âWant me to fuck you, mh?â
You nodded blissfully, trying to pull his pants down.
Jake chuckled and let you fall on the mattress, quickly working both his shirt and pants off.
You peeked at him over your shoulder and gasped. His cock was huge, so long and thick it made your mouth water.
Any worry that it might not fit in your virgin pussy was clouded by lust, so you said âHurry.â Raising your backside in the air.
âPatience.â He ordered, gently pulling your shorts and panties down your ankles, as well as removing your shirt.
He stroked his hard shaft, already leaking precum, he kneeled closer to you and you held onto the headboard.
Jake gripped your backside, squeezing your hips as he teased your entrance with the head of his cock.
You gasped, the feeling so good âIâm going in now.â He had the decency to warn that time and slowly, pushed inside you.
âNgh.â You moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he put all of his length in you, reaching places you didnât even know existed.
Jake sighed, his head thrown back. Your walls hugged him, âYouâre so tight.â He grunted.
He was going slow so he wouldnât hurt you, but it wasnât enough for you. You needed more, you needed to feel all of him in all of you.
âFaster,â You pleaded, arching your back âFaster, fuck me fast.â
âI donât want to hurt you, baby.â He murmured, his pace still too slow
âYou hurt me if you donât start moving fast.â You groaned, reaching a hand behind you to pull his hips nearer you.
Jake shook his head, amazed âAnything you want.â Like that, he moved faster.
The sound of skin slapping filled the room as well as the squelching ones from your wetness.
âMâgonna fuck you so good,â He said, voice so husky. He took your chin in his grasp and pulled you up, tilting it to the side so he could kiss you.
Finally, he got a taste of your lips, his tongue licking yours, giving delicious strokes.
You moaned in his mouth and he rewarded you with a rather deep thrust that hit your cervix.
He smirked, knowing he had found your sweetest spot, so he kept hitting it repetitively, alternating slow to fast thrusts.
âThatâs it,â He snuck a hand on your neck and gently squeezed âLet me hear how good I make you feel.â
You couldnât almost see straight from the amount of pleasure you were given.
He licked your ear, then pressed wet kisses down your jaw, occasionally sucking.
Your pussy clenched around him, signalling that you were close to your orgasm.
âJake,â You breathed out âJake, mâso close.â
His free hand went to your clit, gently rubbing circles that sent jolts of pleasure through your body.
âUgh!â You moaned, the knot in your stomach snapping, making you cream all over his cock.
Jake gave you slow thrusts, helping you ride out of your orgasms and waiting for you to come down off your high.
Your eyes flickered open as you flopped on the mattress, your body growing tired.
Jake pulled out, making you frown âW-what about you?â You asked quietly.
âIâd love to continue baby, but itâs easier to get pregnant during your heat and I have no condoms.â He explained, pressing a featherlight kiss on your shoulder.
How he wasnât yet a slave of lust, you didnât know.
âBut..â You wanted to argue but your reason was gone, even the lust, replaced by an immense tiredness.
Jake helped you lay down properly, caressing your sweaty forehead âI donât want to take advantage of you, if we keep going I wonât be able to pull away.â
He leaned down to press another kiss on your lips âRest, Iâll clean you up and stay with you, ok?â
You only managed to softly hum as your eyelids grew heavy and his voice grew faint until the world was just black.
âȘ©âȘš.
When you felt the second wave hit, you had half expected to wake up in a pool of sweat and slick.
Definitely, not with Jakeâs nose rubbing your clothed pussy, inhaling your sweet smell.
âJake?â You asked, your voice laced with sleep.
He raised his face and looked up at you, his eyes bloodshot. You couldnât control your pheromones while you slept and they drove Jake insane, making him lust drunk.
âIâm sorry,â He murmured, giving your pussy another smell âReally need to taste you.â
You still felt groggy from your deep slumber when he slipped your panties down and smelled them again.
âChrist,â Jake groaned, slipping them into his sweatpantsâ pocket.
He placed gentle kisses on your thighs and raised your legs, letting them rest on your shoulders.
Jakeâs breath fanned against your pussy, making you let out a whiney exhale. He smirked and licked a long stripe out of your wet folds.
He moaned, really moaned, at the taste of you and you couldnât help but glance down at the man between your legs.
He was drop dead gorgeous, with two deep brown eyes, messy hair and the expression of a starved man ready to dig in for his long awaited meal.
Jake gave you kitten licks again, alternating soft kisses to sucking.
You moaned, throwing your head back. You had always fantasised about how good getting eaten out felt like, but Jake mustâve been the masters of it because lord, if he made you see stars.
Your pussy was dripping with arousal, your juices coating his face, running down his chin.
But he didnât mind, instead, he tried to gather them all on his tongue so as not to miss anything.
He buried his face between your legs, your feet locking behind his neck.
âYou need to keep them open, baby.â He murmured on your clit, âAlright? Can you do that for me?â
You let out a broken hum in response, your mind just filled with unholy thoughts of him. You just barely opened your legs for him.
You needed him to make you cum, over and over again, to teach you everything he knew, in all the positions he liked.
âGood girl,â Jake whispered before downing again, his tongue lapping on your bundle of nerves.
He thrust one finger inside of you, gently curling it to reach your sweet spot, making you a moaning mess.
âUgh..â You yelped, your back arching, âPussy so good.â He said between licks âCould do this all day.â
You groaned and put one hand on his head, fingers grasping his locks âLess talking, more licking.â
Jake loved how desperate you were, so different from your usually collected and shy attitude.
You were clouded by lust and all of that was for him, he was really the luckiest alpha on earth.
Your hips bucked against his tongue, you were so close to your orgasm you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten.
âJake...â You breathed out, and he understood what you meant. He removed his finger from you and put his tongue instead, the sensation so new and wet.
His nose brushed against your clit and he patted your waist, signalling that you could start moving.
Both your hands grabbed his hair, riding his tongue, your hips bucking fast against him.
He moaned, sending vibrations all through your body. You rolled your eyes back, âMâso-so close.â You murmured âMâgonna cum.â
If Jakeâs mouth was free, he wouldâve cooed at how cute you looked, so lost in pleasure you couldnât even speak properly.
With a few more strong bucks, your legs shook around his neck, your orgasm reaching you like a tidal wave.
You pulled his hair so hard it hurt, but Jake didnât mind. No, he actually liked it.
âRide it out,â He murmured âFuck my tongue, baby.â
You slowly calmed down, your legs fell down on Jakeâs sides, your chest heaving slowlier.
You peeled your eyes open, glancing down at Jake.
He had been humping the mattress, as if eating you out was a source of pleasure for him as well.
You could see that the precum leaking from his bulge had stained his sweats, his chest already bare.
âCan I ride you?â You asked such a filthy question so innocently that Jake couldâve cum on spot.
âYou want to ride me, baby?â You nodded shamelessly while he chuckled, patting your leg âGet up.â
You followed his lead, getting up so he could take your position. He leaned his back against your bedâs headboard and held out his hands to you.
You took them in yours as he helped you sit on his lap.
Jakeâs hands settled on your waist while yours on his shoulders, your hips slowly rocking on his.
He groaned, his head thrown back against the headboard. âYou feel so good.â His smirk made you want to do many unspeakable things to him.
Swiftly, he removed your shirt and started touching your warm breasts, teasing your nipples.
He tilted you towards him and latched his mouth on one, kissing and swirling his tongue around your nipple while kneading the other.
You moaned, rewarding him with a rather deep grind, feeling his whole length underneath you.
Suddenly, a thought crossed your blackened mind âBreed me.â
Jake stopped his work on your breasts and looked up at you, his brows furrowing.
Something in his brain was trying to warn him, but he was far too deep to even care âYeah? You want me to breed you?â
He circled your waist with one arm and pulled you up, pulling his sweats and boxers down and kicking them off his ankles.
âI want your pups.â You murmured, your voice frail and quiet but full of desire.
Jake groaned, his cock twitching âFuck, baby.â
âIâll give you my pups,â You pumped his shaft with your hand and held it to your entrance as he slowly lowered you on him âIâll fill you with my pups.â
The thought of your belly all swollen, your body changing to carry his pups wasnât such a bad idea⊠was it?
You wanted everyone to know he was the alpha who took care of you, you wantedâ no, you needed him to mate you.
He moved you up and down, slowly at first, so you could get used to him, but then he snapped his hips up into yours forcefully.
He debated whether to let you ride him or to just take the lead and fuck into you, but his control had crumbled long time ago and all he needed was to breed you.
The desire was consuming the both of you, leaving the room only with moans, grunts, heavy breaths and filthy sounds.
You sincerely hoped your neighbours werenât to hear your late night activities.
You wrapped your arms around Jakeâs neck, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You left kitten kisses and sucked on his skin, making his head spin.
You fit so well in his arms and he fit so well inside of you.
âPussy was made for me,â He grunted, his pace picking up âMh, Were you made for me, baby? Arenât you my omega?â
You nodded, your walls sucking him in, squeezing around him âIâm yours,â You cried out âIâm yours, all of me.â
Jakeâs eyes lit up âYeah?â He chuckled, placing one hand on your lower stomach. He could feel the shadow of his bulge under his palms.
âDo you feel it, baby? Iâm here.â You felt him press down, earning a moan from you.
You looked down to where his hand was and almost came on spot âSoâ Sâdeep.â You threw your head back.
He circled your hips, making your clit brush against his pubic hair.
âYou like it deep?â He asked, his voice low, his accent thicker when he was lost in lust. âYou like it when Iâm so deep you can feel me everywhere?â
You nodded mindlessly, your eyes squeezing as you felt your second orgasm approach âLike it!â You exclaimed âLike it so much, Jake, please.â
Jake groaned in answer and goped your ass, lifting you up so he could fuck into you.
His hips moved fast, his balls smacking on your skin. You grasped his shoulders and bit down on his neck, the pleasure he was giving you was overwhelming all your senses.
âFuck, baby, Iâm so close.â He murmured, his grip on you so tight it left red marks.
âJake, oh lordââ You cried out, feeling your orgasm approach âCum around my cock.â He whispered, his lips so close to your ear it sent shivers in your body.
âMhâ Ah.â You moaned as your euphoria reached you, your legs trembling and body squirming. If it wasnât for Jakeâs iron grip, you wouldâve fallen out of your small bed.
But he didnât care that you needed to calm down, not really, because his hips continued to snap against yours.
His cock was in so deep he hit your cervix with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure all around your body.
Your ears rang from your powerful orgasm, your breath laboured. Overstimulation made your body tremble. But still, you didnât feel complete.
âCum in me.â You managed to whisper in his ear, your arms clinging to him for dear life. âPlease Jakey, I need you to breed me.â
That was all it took. Jakeâs movements altered, his cock twitching inside of you as his balls emptied.
You felt his hot seed filling you up, but soon it was followed by a sharp pain.
âUgh!â You groaned, tears filling your eyes âJ-jakeâŠâ
He cursed under his breath, his orgasm still washing over him. It had never happened that he came so much like that time, liquid spurring inside of you.
âShit baby, Iâm sorry,â He breathed out âI may have knotted you.â
âWhat?!â You widened your eyes, back to your normal self. Your worried and overthinker self.
You tried to move away from him but the sharp pain came back.
âShh, donât move.â Jake instructed âItâll hurt more if I pull out now,â
âIt hurts either way!â You groaned, clinging on him like an anchor.
âI know, Iâm sorry.â He pressed featherlight kisses on your neck âThe first time always hurts, but I swear it gets better.â
âIâm dying here.â You whimpered, but Jakeâs touch was soothing and so were his words and a few minutes later, the pain stopped.
Slowly, he pulled out of you and kissed your temples âYou okay?â
You nodded, now that there was nothing tied up inside of you, you felt refreshed. Happier. You didnât even feel any discomfort caused from the heat.
Jake smiled softly and caressed your cheek, he leaned in to whisper âKnotting helps with your heat pain.â
âBut it hurts like a bitch.â You frowned, watching as he carefully placed you down on the bed and cleaned you up with a tissue.
Jake chuckled, âI told you, it gets better.â
âȘ©âȘš.
And it did, Jake was no liar.
The morning after he was kind enough to drive you to the doctor who gave you a prescription to take birth control. He said it would be better than fully stopping your heat.
He also reassured that the percentage to get pregnant was high after a knot (nagging at Jake for losing control), but as long as you took the pill within twenty-four hours, it would slow or block the process completely.
You hoped for the latter.
Obviously, he highly recommended to always use protections and to avoid knotting⊠but, you used a condom just a couple of times, because your heat wouldnât get better unless Jake fucked you raw and filled you wih his seed.
In fact, he took you in the shower, on the couch and even in the kitchen. Any time was a good time to eat you out and stuff you full.
The only place left âholyâ was his room, but he said itâd be filthy once his rut started. Which, by the way, you agreed to help him through.
Jake even skipped his lectures to stay at home with you and provide you whatever you needed. Not like he attended much on a daily basis.
Everything went smoothly, he was so caring towards you, always looking after you when you passed out from the intense sex, even cooking for you (even if he burnt the pan and you two had to order out) and giving you nice massages until your heat completely stopped.
However, it was around a month later, when you came out of the bathroom with teary eyes and a positive pregnancy test in hand that you and Jake realised you had taken it too far.
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Take it out on me~ m.s



Warningsâ ïž: smut, slapping, hair pulling, unprotected p in v (use a condom guys đđ«¶) , dirty talk, rough dom!matt, no use of y/n
A/n: this is my first smut so I'm kinda nervous about posting this đŹ but if you guys want more lmk because I can also do requests đȘŒ
Summary: Matt comes home in a bad mood and takes his anger out on his girlfriend (no angst)
You grip onto the pillow as Matt pounds into you from behind, the loud moans and whimpers coming from your mouth being muffled by him pushing your head into the black silk covered pillow that he has on his bed.
Matt had mentioned to you earlier when he got home from filming with nick and Chris that he wasn't in a very good mood today, and you thought that it just meant he was a little bit tired but no. He was angry, really angry. There was no particular reason why he was angry, he just was. And when he was angry he liked to take it out on other people, mainly his brothers, but he decided to take it out on you today...but not in the way you thought he would.
And this is how you found yourself face down ass up in his bed.
Matt grips the back of your hair, yanking your head up. "Look at you, taking my dick so fucking good...Taking it like a champ" he growls. A loud gasp slips past your lips as the tip of his cock hits against your cervix. Fuck he was so deep. You could feel it in your stomach from how hard and deep he was pounding into you. He pulls out and flips you over onto your back before putting your legs over his shoulders and pushing his thick veiny cock back into your entrance. "Oh fuck matt!" Your back arches as he hits your g spot repeatedly. "You gonna cum for me baby?" He questions. You nod frantically before you feel a harsh slap on your cheek and his hand grabbing your chin. "look at me." he groans as he presses down on your stomach to feel how deep he is. "Can you feel me inside baby? Feel how deep I am?" You let out a loud gasp as you reach your climax at the same time as him. Whimpers and groans can be heard coming from him as he releases his sticky load inside you, his thrusts slowing down. "You did so good for me baby..." he says breathlessly, his hand gently rubbing your thigh. He pulls you up into his arms, gently stroking your hair "let's go get cleaned up"
(Creds to @sof1ii I was on call with her the whole time I was writing this)
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How about Pope/JJ having a crush on Topperâs younger sister which is also Rafeâs girl and him making sure he knows his place and the fact that sheâs his girl. Maybe sheâs the island sweetheart and sheâs nice to everyone, and sometimes she hangs out with the pogues (despite her brother and boyfriend hating that) and Rafe noticed how the boy looks at her and decides to put on a little show to prove sheâs his girl đ«Łđ„č
Get in losers, weâre going shopping || Rafe Cameron x Thornton!reader



A/n: This was so fun to write thank u for the request đ«¶
Warnings: swearing, suggestive, possesive/jealous!rafe, if thereâs anything else lmk
Word count: 1,837
MASTERLIST (rafe x thornton!reader au masterlist)
Divider by @yoonitos
mood board
As you drive along, a smile creeps across your face when you notice JJ and Pope walking on the side of the road. You slow your car, matching their pace, which causes them to exchange puzzled glances before coming to a halt.
Rolling down your window, you lift your sunglasses, locking eyes with the two boys. Their confusion quickly shifts to recognition, and a mix of surprise and curiosity spreads across their faces.
âHey boys,â you greet them with a smile. âOhâhey, y/n,â Pope stammers, making you giggle. âThis your new car?â JJ asks, patting the sleek Porsche. You hum in response, âwant a ride?â you offer sweetly.
The boys exchange a quick glance before sprinting to the passenger side, shoving each other. In the end, Pope manages to snag the seat, and you laugh at their antics.
âIâll sugar momma you guys today,â you wink at them, moving the stick into gear. They grin widely, and you drive off, the engine purring smoothly. âSo, where are weââ Pope starts, but heâs cut off by the sound of your phone ringing. Rafeâs name flashes on the display, and the boys visibly tense up, their smiles fading as discomfort sets in.
âHi, Rafe,â you say, your voice carrying a mix of warmth and caution. âHi baby, whatcha doinâ? Thought I might come over to yours in a few minutes, gotta see Top for something tooâ Rafeâs voice fills the car, a smooth and confident drawl.
âIâm out right now, and I wonât be home for a bit,â you reply, tapping your finger against the steering wheel. The boys sit in tense silence, trying to act nonchalant but clearly uncomfortable with the conversation. The cheerful energy from earlier is all but gone, replaced by a palpable tension that hangs in the air.
Itâs silent on the other end before Rafe speaks up again. âRight, whereâwhere are you right now? You with anyone?â he stutters, his tone shifting to one of suspicion. Popeâs eyes widen, and he freaks out. âI donât think we should be here right now,â he mutters under his breath. Eyes wide, you slap a hand over his mouth. âShut up, dude!â JJ whisper-yells, trying to keep his voice low. You throw JJ a look that clearly says he isnât helping.
Hearing the voices, Rafe stands up from his seat, his eyebrows furrowed. âWho was that?â he questions sharply. You glance at the boys, feeling the weight of the situation.âUh, Iâm just with Pope and JJ,â you quietly admit, bracing yourself for Rafeâs reaction.
Thereâs a brief, tense silence on the other end of the line, and you can almost hear Rafeâs jaw clench. You know how your boyfriend feels about you hanging out with them, and the tension in the car thickens as you wait for his response.
âAre you serious right now? How many times have I told you I donât want you hanginâ around with them?â He angrily says. You roll your eyes, already feeling the annoyance building. âRafe, Iâm not having this conversation with you right now, okay?â you reply, trying to keep your voice steady.
âNo. Weâre having this conversation right now. Does Topper even know youâre hanging out with those Pogues?â Rafe snaps back, his tone leaving no room for argument. You let out a frustrated sigh, glancing at Pope and JJ, who look increasingly uncomfortable.
âRafe, not right now. Iâm hanging up, okay? Hanging up right nowââ you begin, but Rafe interjects, âDonât you dareââBefore he can finish his sentence, you press end call. The car falls into an uneasy silence as Pope and JJ sit there quietly, processing what just happened.
âUhm, so that just happened,â Pope says, staring out at the road in front of him as you chuckle. âIâm so sorry you guys had to hear that,â You apologetically say, biting your bottom lip anxiously, âNah, donât even worry about it,â JJ reassures you as you smile at him through the rearview mirror. âDo you guys wanna get some gelato? Iâm craving some right now,â You offer as you turn into the main road of Kildare.
~
Opening the door to your house, you pause for a moment as your eyes fall on Topper and Rafe lounging on the sofa. Topper is scrolling through his phone, barely glancing up at your entrance, while Rafe reclines with a smug look on his face.
âWhere have you been?â Topper asks, his gaze still fixed on his phone. You hesitate, glancing at Rafe, whose smirk only deepens. âUh, did Rafe not tell you?â you ask, your voice tinged with confusion since you for sure thought that he would tell your brother who shared the same disdain towards JJ and Pope.
Rafe raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the discomfort heâs causing. âTell him what?â he says innocently, leaning back further into the cushions. âOh, nothing. I was just hanging out with my friends,â You say as you slip off your sandals, Topper giving you and Rafe a suspicious look.
âYeah, okay. Howâs your new car, by the way? Have you scratched it yet? Cause if you did, you know Mom and Dad will throw a fit,â Topper says casually, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm. You roll your eyes, feeling the familiar sting of his passive-aggressiveness. Without responding, you turn to leave the room.
Rafe gets up from the sofa and follows behind you, his expression unreadable. âHow does my little sister end up with a Porsche for her first car anyway? Itâs fuckinâ unfair,â Topperâs voice jeered from the adjacent room, his tone laced with mockery. âShut up, Topper!â you retorted, frustration seeping into your voice as Rafe let out a soft, amused snort.
âWhat are you doing here, by the way?â you ask Rafe who shuts your door behind him as you set your shopping bags down on the ground. âCan I not see my girlfriend?â he says with a playful smirk, his eyes dancing with mischief as he lounges comfortably on your bed.
You pause, studying his expression for any hint of underlying motive. âI just thought you wouldnât wait for me after I told you who I was hanging out with,â you say cautiously, carefully avoiding mentioning JJ or Pope by name.
Rafeâs response is nonchalant, almost dismissive. He simply shrugs, as if your concerns are of little importance to him. âDonât care,â he replies coolly, his tone betraying no trace of emotion. You lean against your window, raising an eyebrow at his nonchalance. âReally?â you say, not quite believing him.
He hums, his expression unchanged. âYeah, really.â You slowly nod, still feeling a bit skeptical. âYou coming to the party tonight, right?â Rafe speaks up, breaking the tension as you throw your new clothes into your hamper. âI didnât even know there was a party tonight, but sure,â you shrug, before collapsing on top of Rafe, who exaggerates a loud groan in response, playfully protesting your weight.
~
Getting out of the car, you could already feel the curious stares people were giving your way as Topper and Rafe walked up behind you. The beach was buzzing with activity, and you took in the scene, noting the mix of familiar and unfamiliar faces.
Scanning the crowd, you quickly spot JJ and Pope hanging out with a few others near the bonfire. They notice you and wave enthusiastically. A smile spreads across your face as you lift your hand, ready to wave back, but before you can, Rafe grabs your hand firmly.
âCâmon, letâs get some drinks,â he mutters against your ear, his breath warm on your skin. His tone is casual, but the grip on your hand leaves little room for argument. You glance back at JJ and Pope, who are now watching the interaction closely, their expressions shifting to concern.
Reluctantly, you let Rafe guide you towards the makeshift bar set up on the sand. Topper falls into step beside you, his presence adding to the tension. âHere,â Rafe passes you a drink as you gratefully take it.
âWhat are you looking at?â you ask, staring at Rafeâs side profile. He turns to you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he pulls you closer. âItâs nothing, donât worry about it,â he mutters, his tone trying to sound reassuring but tinged with irritation.
Following his earlier line of sight, you glance over and spot JJ and Pope. Theyâre laughing with a group of friends, seemingly unaware of Rafeâs intense gaze moments ago. Your stomach tightens as you realize heâs been watching them.
Rafeâs grip on you tightens ever so slightly, a subtle reminder of his possessive nature. You look back at him, trying to gauge his mood, but his expression is a mask of casual indifference. The contrast between his actions and his words leaves you feeling uneasy,
âLetâs go,â Rafe suddenly stands up, grabbing your hand abruptly, âWhat?â As soon as Rafe is standing up with you following along, you hear the whistles and low muttering of people. âEveryone shut the hell up!â Topper groans, watching his little sister and bestfriend walk off.
âRafe, where are we going?â you ask, glancing back at the crowd, feeling the weight of their stares and the palpable tension in the air. âShh, itâs fine, weâre just going back to your car,â Rafe says, pulling you closer. He leans in to kiss you, and you feel his smirk against your lips. His hands begin to wander, moving further down your back, his touch both familiar and possessive.
âRafe,â you pull back slightly, your voice tinged with concern. âItâs fine, yeah? Please?â He looks at you with a familiar intensity, his eyes pleading yet commanding. Itâs a look you know all too well, one that mixes affection with an undercurrent of control.
Playfully rolling your eyes, you unlock the car and gently push him before settling down on his lap. His arms wrap around you tightly, holding you close with an almost possessive firmness. You can feel the strength in his grip, the way he presses you against him, as if asserting his claim over you.
âYouâre mine, yâknow that, right?â he mutters against your neck, his breath warm and slightly ragged. âMhm, I know that,â you mumble, your hands running through his hair. His fingers dig into your waist, drawing you even closer. His scent, a mix of cologne and the salty sea air, envelops you, creating an intoxicating mix of comfort and confinement.
You tilt your head slightly, allowing him better access to your neck as he continues to murmur possessive reassurances.
~
âY/n?â You lift your head just as you finish zipping up your shorts. âHeyââ The greeting dies on your lips when you find yourself face to face with JJ. âWhat are you doing here?â you ask, awkwardly chuckling and smoothing down your hair. The sound of Rafe exiting the car behind you adds to the tension.
JJâs eyes trace your appearance before flicking behind you to Rafe. âWe were just about to, uh, leave,â he says, scratching his head. You nod awkwardly. âHey, Y/n,â Pope greets as he joins the scene, sensing the uncomfortable vibe. You manage a smile at him. âHiââ you start, but your words falter as Rafe steps up beside you, still buttoning his shirt. JJ and Pope stand there awkwardly, waiting, while Rafe ignores their presence.
âDid you guys have fun?â you ask, attempting to lighten the mood. Rafe finally looks up, a smirk playing on his lips as he glances at the boys. âYeah, yeah, it was fun, I guess,â Pope replies hesitantly. JJâs pained smile shifts between you and Rafe. âYou guys sure did, huh?â
Rafe snorts at JJâs comment, prompting you to slap his chest lightly. There was awkward silence before you speak up, âDid you guys want a lift back?â you offer.
Before they can respond, Rafe interjects, âBaby, youâve had a few drinks already. I donât think thatâs a good idea.âJJ rolls his eyes at Rafe. âItâs fine, weâll find our own way home,â Pope says, his smile tinged with sadness. You nod slowly.
âYeah, you do that,â Rafe says dismissively, pulling you back towards the group. âCome on, babe.â You glance back at JJ and Pope one last time, mouthing a silent apology as they briefly wave goodbye. The expressions on their faces stay with youâa mix of disappointment and hurt that you canât shake off.
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my woman, lando norris.
summary : y/n norris, married to lando norris, is one of the most popular wags and when she isn't seen in the paddock for a while rumours start to spread. faceclaim : madeline argy a/n : i'm acc obsessed with making smau posts now đ also might do a part 2 lmk what you think??
landonorris the loml

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books and deep throat thoughts





synopsis. one afternoon at your uni, mattheo â the bane of your existence â snoops through your book (he can read?) and finds out youâre not the innocent goodie-two-shoes everyone thought you were. fixated on humiliating you as much as possible, he discovers books are somewhat useful and indeed pleasurable to ride read.
pairing. bully! mattheo riddle x reader
content/mdni. fem!reader, nerd!reader, not-so-inexperienced!reader, allusions to virginity (nothing confirmed đ) bully!mattheo (he is cruel), toxic! mattheo, possessive!mattheo, jealous!mattheo, slight mention of harry potter x reader (but nothing serious! NO CHEATING!), inappropriate use of books, humping/book-riding, face-slapping (with his cĂłck), enemies-to-lovers tension, degradation & teasing, slight praise, clit stimulation, deepthroat/facefucking (is there a difference? lmk), dirty talk, name-calling (whore, sweetheart, princess, baby, but also 2 instances of brains), overstimulation & slight dumbification, messy, no p in v this time folks
word count. 3.6k
a/n. had a dream about this one. mostly self-indulged, but i hope you enjoy it! likes and reblogs are appreciated đ«¶

âwell, well, well, what do we have here?â
mattheo said condescendingly from behind you, making you jump in your seat from the sudden intrusion. he swiftly snatched the book you were reading with the tips of his fingers, gripping it with such delicacy as if it were the most precious jewel. sadly, that was just the impression he was leaving, actually holding the book as far as possible as if it were trash.
you should be used to it by now â the way he always comes in the afternoons in this empty club room to shoo you away for him and his friends to smoke and gamble all they want. unfortunately for them, you were allowed (and even begged) to occupy the room so that delinquents like mattheo wonât do dangerous stuff inside the university.
âbrains reading her stupid books again?â he squinted his eyes at the opened pages, pursing his lips together in a mocking way at the black text on the pages. he twisted and turned the book in all directions, feigning interest, only to snicker at you after his examination. slightly closing the bookâ still keeping track of your page number with one of his fingers as a bookmark â he tilted the object towards your head and let it tap the top of your head.
âthereâs still space left up here?â
oh, how he loved making fun of you and your bookworm attics. you didnât do anything to him to deserve this, really. itâs just that your mere existence irks something in him.
mattheo riddle is a notorious bully at your uni, especially to solitary souls like you. but no one brings him joy like you do; maybe itâs the way you always make yourself small when you see him around, maybe itâs the way you scrunch your nose and avert your eyes every time he even breaths in the same room as you. maybe itâs the way you get quieter than usual, mumbling sometimes under your breath a half-assed retort to his jabs, or the way you look up at him with your puppy eyes in an attempt to soften his attacks.
bad news, sweetheart. it only makes him bully you even more.
âi read for pleasure.â
âand what do you know about pleasure, brains?â he scoffed in an instant at you, almost laughing out loud at your words. pff, reading for pleasure? yeah, and he gets into fights to bring peace among students. likely story.
cracking the book open on top of your head, he used you as a stand to skim through the text to tease you more.
âthis shit putting you to sleep isâ â mattheo was ready to confirm that, yes, maybe books making you go to sleep could count as pleasure, but the end of his sentence got stuck in his throat right as his eyes fell on one of the words on the page.Â
âdick? DICK?â
and he burst into a hideous laugh, menace and surprise so clear in his voice. this was a such a great discovery for him⊠his favourite nerdy girl was enjoying porn at university. in plain sight. with no worry.
what a shameless little whore.
âmattheo, no! stop that!â he hear you protesting, trying your best to grab at the book and push it away from his hands. but he was faster, stronger, more determined than you to discover more of your depravity. so, removing the book from your head, he replaced it with his hand and pushed you down right back into your seat.
âyouâre reading porn? at school? oh my god!â he went on to taunt you, continuing to keep you seated as he resumed his reading of the paragraph. if at the beginning of your meeting he was keeping the book as far away as possible from his face, now he was practically buried between the pages, devouring all the description and the dialogue of the sex scene.
âughâ this is so embarrassing.â
you puffed out loud, slapping your palms against your face and scrunching every muscle into them. you were such a dumbass, making such a mistake around mattheo like you didnât already know what kind of person he is. he will never let you get away with it. he wonât snitch, he likes to keep blackmail material to himself, but he will remind you about this every. single. day.
âof course it is! the goodie-two-shoe virgin reads this at university.â he said between laughs, still flabbergasted by the entire incident.
âshe pulled his pants and boxers down in an instant. his dick sprung free of its confinements and slapped against his tensed torso, the messy precum already stainââ
âstop, please stop! i canât listen anymore.â you felt blood boil up into your cheeks, the embarrassment getting the better of you. him reading a few sentences from the book was what tipped you over and made you want the earth to split and shallow you in that instant.
putting your hands on your ears and closing your eyes â in an attempt to completely block any input from mattheo â you smashed your forehead onto the table before you.
you were so done.
ânow i understand why you said pleasure!â you faintly heard him say from behind you, probably still continuing to scan the pages. at this point, you hoped and prayed he will just leave the room and never come back.
a small thud resonated in the empty room, then some footsteps. and then silence. did he left? was the universe actually listening to your pleas? was itâ
âwere you touching yourself, princess?â
a deep seductive whisper sneaked between your fingers, hitting your right ear and making your entire body shiver. his voice, soaked with the most seductive tone youâve ever heard, went down your spine, generating goosebumps all over your skin. something also did a backflip in your tummy at his lustful words, arousal pooling in your stomach and making your thighs clamp together.
âyou are such a pervert, mattheo!â you snapped at him with anger, raising your head fast from the table to glare right at him.
âbut were you?â
he was so close to you. so so close. and with his second question he reduced the distance between the two of you even more, now his nose almost touching yours, his eyes staring right into your orbs, trying to figure out your nasty secrets.
âno.â
âso if i check right now, i wonât find you allll wet and sticky?â he purred at you, lowering his gaze to your lower half. one of his hands wandered down there, sliding like a snake down your leg riiiiight above your knee.
your leg twitched underneath his palm, the heaviness of it making you needier.
âwhat does that have to do with me masturbating?â
the pads of his fingers made their way lower and lower towards your inner thigh, only stopping when they made contact with the material of your panties. the drenched material of your panties.
âiâitâs a biological reaction, even without me doing anything.â
a devilish, elongated oh, reaaaally? was whispered into your ear the moment mattheo dipped his fingers further down your clothed crotch. tapping you twice when he made contact with your sensitive clit, he signaled the beginning of slow circular motions.
âmattheoâŠâ a sharp intake of your breath resonated in the room, joined afterwards by a breathy moan of his name. that made his shit-eating grin grow bigger, now smiling at you like a cheshire cat.
âsee, it feels good!â
slow but hard figure eights were drawn against your hardened nub, making your legs all twitchy. if it werenât for the big distance between you and the table, you would have surely knocked your knees against it a few times.
âdoesnât it, princess? how could you notÂââ
ânÂâno.â
âno?â
be it a cheeky retort or not, mattheo was actually angered by your little remark. gripping your right knee with his spare hand, mattheo forcefully opened your legs wider. your skirt was pushed away from your crotch, nicely folding around your stomach. now he had a clear view of your soaked panties sticking to your cunt, molded around your puffy folds and your clit.
âwhy are you lying to me, baby?â throwing your right leg over his lap, he continued his ministration on your pussy, right now with more precision. his thumb remained on your clit, pushing and prodding against it, while his other fingers were agonizingly tracing up and down your clothed slit.
âyour pussy juices are all over my hand and youâre telling me it doesnât feel good?â
oh, he was mad. really fucking mad.
his middle finger found your desperate little hole, needly clenching around nothing every couple of seconds. adding a bit of pressure with the pad of his finger, mattheo pressed the material of your panties in, creating a little valley for his curious digits.
âoh, i get it.â he said all of a sudden, abruptly ceasing all movement.
your tiny gasps of pleasure were interrupted by a long whine of dissatisfaction, but he paid it no mind.
âthatâs not whatâs happening in the book! right. riiiight.â
removing his hands from you, he stood up from his seat and moved away from the table altogether. you tried to turn your head towards him, to register his next moved, but did not have time. mattheo, with his muscular arms, managed to spin the school chair around and have you face him.
âyou donât want to be pleasured.â
he said through gritted teeth, somehow a bit offended, somehow a bit excited. keeping his eyes glued to yours, he slowly started to unbuckle his leather belt.
âyou want to give pleasure!â
letting his pants drop to the floor with a small clanck, mattheo then opened the buttons of his shirt to give you that sexy manly torso you had been reading about in your stupid porn book. you were also graced with a nice view of his happy trail, fine patches of brown hair disappearing underneath his garments. his boxers were still on and, even though the blackness of the material did not offer much to the eye, your hungry gaze saw the stain of pre-cum.
and, of course, the outline of his hard cock.
âcâmon, sweetheart. youâve read the beginning of the scene.â mattheo beckoned you to raise from your seat and kneel like a good girl before him.
âcome suck me off.â
lust definitely possessed you. there was no other explanation as to why you, one of the most non-problematic students, was actually kneeling in front of mattheo, the top problematic student at your university.
âfuck, you look so good down there!â he groaned at the sight before him, his cock twitching in his briefs at the mere fact that he had you in such a position.
and when you did reach for his undergarments, pulling them down by the hem all the way to his ankles, his shaft slapped against his abs, smearing wetness all over his skin; but unlike the book, his cock then dipped downwards because of its weight, sitting now at eye-level with you.
âtouch it, baby! itâs all yours to play.â
your embarrassment was beyond the roof, but so was your arousal. with delicate fingers, you grabbed the base of his cock and tugged it forward, closer to your lips. his red tip was so close to your warm mouth â he could feel your breath on it.
were you scared to take him in? maybe, after all you were a virgÂâ
âoh, fuckfuck, shiiit.â
his soul almost left him when he felt your lips around him, a few inches already inside your wet mouth. your gooey tongue was tasting every single part of his cock, going flat along his sides and engulfing as much of his shaft as possible.
mattheo had to stabilize himself not to fall from the sudden pleasure, and thank god for an additional chair right by his side. gripping the edge of the wooden back, he continued to groan under his breath from your ministration.
âhâhollow your cheeâ oh my lord!â
there was no point in giving you instructions. it seems like you were connected telepathically with mattheo, already sucking in your cheeks and taking more and more of him in your mouth. a tear fell from your inner corner down towards your puckered lips, and thatâs when you took him out of your mouth, short of breath.
your lips, wet from saliva and his precum, were still connected to his cock by a thick rope of wetness. you looked so pornographic before him, thereâs no way he will not use this view in his future jerk-off sessions. and that lewd pop when the wet string broke⊠fucking sexy.
before letting you go back to business, he grasped the side of your head with his hand, palm sliding against your scalp and gripping at the roots of your hair. your eyes, sparkling with the desire to suck him dry, shot him the nastiest glare he has ever seen.
but he was curious of something.
âyouâve sucked cock before, sweetheart?â
he was sure you were a virgin. the whole university knew no one had a chance of getting in your panties. heck, heâs heard about people betting that youâd finish your studies still a virgin. yet, all this does not align with your exceptional head skills. surely porn books like that one werenât that good of a manual, right?
your tiny nod of approval solved all the mystery.
your tiny nod of approval also ignited something in mattheo. and, this time, it wasnât desire. something burned in his chest, something tugged at his heart the very moment you confirmed the fact that you did such a thing with another guy.
clutching your hair tighter, he tilted your face towards his. his brown eyes, still blown wide, were now piercing you with possessiveness and jealousy. his brows furrowed, his nose scrunched up, as he spat his next question right in your face.
âwho was it? you better not lie to me, whore!â
keeping your face still, he shooed your hands away from his cock, grasping it with his own free hand. you cracked your mouth open, assuming he was going to ram his dick inside, but were only met with a wet slap. on your cheek. of his mushroomy tip.
 âyou donât even talk to guys, so you must beâ no.â
slap. your other cheek got the same treatment, your skin now stained with his arousal and your spit.
he remembered right in that moment that you have been paired with a guy for a project last week. but there was no way heÂâ
âwas it that four-eyed weirdo? potter?â
your eyes widened at his question, and he knew he got it right.
âyouâve suckedââ
slap.
âthat nerdâsââ
slap.
âshrimp dick?â
slap.
âand here i thought you are a good girl.â his last slap landed on your lips, still slightly parted from before. nestling his tip between them, mattheo slowly pushed back into your mouth, this time not stopping at a few inches.
âopen up, baby! i am gonna fuck that throat raw.â and he was going to keep his promise by the looks of it. not even stopping when you began to slightly choke around him, he stuffed you full of his cock. up to his very base.
your nose was now mere millimeters away from his happy trail; his shaft â a couple inches down your pulsing throat.
âi bet potter never reached that deep spot, huh?â
he was so mean, taunting you with your past experience with potter, while he swiftly started to thrust into your mouth. lips nicely enclosing around his girthy cock, they moved rhythmically and made mattheo feel like he was in heaven.
maybe, just maybe, he will forgive you if you let him cum down your throat.
âbreath for me, sweetheart!â it sounded like advice, but, truly, it was a signal that he was going to increase his pace. placing both hands in your hair, mattheo now had full control of your head â bobbing you up and down his length, matching his own hips stuttering inside your mouth.
âatta, girl! fuck, you feel amazing!â
the sloshing sounds of your wet cavity, combined with his stickiness, echoed in the entire room. it was great that the room itself was more secluded, otherwise people passing by would surely realize what was going down in there.
and despite the deafening sounds of his thrusts, mattheo picked up the ruffling of your lower body and the failed attempts of your hands trying to give yourself relief.
âyouâre such a pathetic girl!â he laughed out loud, amused by your needy behaviour.
âhere, baby, use this.â
knocking around with his foot the book he has dropped â pages down â a while ago on the floor, he slid his shoe between the open pages and moved it in front of you.
âhump the spine like the whore that you are.â
at your visible hesitation, his voice hardened, and a command was issued.
ârub that cunt on it! now!â
moving closer to his foot, you plopped your pussy right on top of the book. the hard cover of the backbone pressed deliciously against your sensitive clit and, without waiting for an invitation, you started rocking your hips against it.
âsee? you can listen.â
now, with you chasing your high like a whore with your porn book, he was more enthusiastic about fucking your mouth. hitting the back of your throat without any shame, he lost himself in the feeling of your sticky tongue and tight airpipe.
and, shiiiit, your expressions were doing something to him: your teary eyes, staring at him like a dumb whore, your lips, so deliciously abused by his aggressiveness, going all the way down to his navel with every move.
âdonât ever let potter fuck this mouth again, you heard me?â your eyes were more and more teary and so unfocused, all glossy and blown out; you definitely did not hear him. but he will remind you later. âthis is my mouth now.â
dropping his hands from your scalp to the sides of your head, he grasped you tightly, even encapsulating your mistreated cheeks, and dragged you all the way to his torso for the finale.
âtake all my cum, sweetheart! all of it.â
you had no other choice but to do as he says, your head practically caged by his hands into his abs. rutting your clit faster against the book, you tried achieving orgasm at the same time as mattheo. the solid material of the cover was a great bonus, and you thank past-you for spending a few extra bucks for a hard cover edition.
the feeling of his thick cum shooting down your throat, together with his moans, did it for you, making your whole body convulse and release all your arousal around the book. completely ruining it with your cum. the book could definitely not be used after this little rendezvous.
but it was all worth it.
 âswallow it all, baby!â mattheo groaned loudly while emptying the last of his load in your mouth, creaming you for good.
he set you free after his high passed completely, allowing you to take a biiiig gulp of air. the sudden volume of air knocked you up literally; you fell backwards on your butt, detaching yourself unwillingly from the book.
âmessy girl! my messy girl!â
mattheo groaned, towering above you as he was carefully tucking himself in. he was taking in the image of your wrecked body, proud of himself that he ruined you so well.
by the looks of it, you were still a bit out of it; muscles still spasming, eyes still foggy. that was none of his business, however. you brought this all upon yourself the moment you decided to challenge him with that nasty attitude.
kneeling in front of you, he gazed right at your lips â you seemed to have caught your breath. good. so, without a warning, he gripped the side of your cheek, stretched his fingers across it up to your mouth, and hooked one digit under your lips to open you up for an examination.
âtongue out, sweetheart!â
the pain of him stretching your mouth made you conform to his order fast, cracking open your lips and sticking out your tongue for him.
âyou actually swallowed it all? nasty fucking whore.â
âyou said to, soââ
there was something about mattheo loving to interrupt you at every moment. this time, he didnât speak over you, choosing to push down his thumb on your sticky tongue to silence you.
âlet potter touch you one more time and i will make sure he wonât walk for weeks. understood?â
his thumb was pressing down against your wet muscle with more force; all you could do was nod. you knew what mattheo was capable of. you saw how his victims look after a fight â poor potter would be hospitalized for months...
mattheo seemed pleased with your answer, humming approvingly at you. swiftly removing his hand from your face, you though he was done with you for today. but he had one more thing to say before completely vanishing from the room.
âi will also make sure you wonât walk for weeks either.â
he dipped his head closer to your ear, hissing condescendingly the repercussion you will face. he wonât beat you up â god forbid. and he made it abundantly clear by the way his palm sneaked all the way down to your overstimulated cunt. with a small slap on top of your wet panties, your legs jumping at his touch, mattheo ingrained his little threat in your body.
âsee you tomorrow, princess!â

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Sol hastily accepts your phone call all the while his hand is two minutes away from making him see stars.
solivan brugmansia x gn!reader | MDNI, 700+ wc drabble, masturbation, fantasized oral (receiving), takes place at the end of the 1st day
note: title is from the song âserial killerâ by ldr <3 as always, comments and reblogs are appreciated, thank you for all the support on the last fic !! alsoo i would love tkatb mutuals, so if anyone would like to be mutuals lmk đ«¶
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This was a bad idea. A really, really bad idea. He shouldâve let your call ring until it ended. Rationality flew out the window when it came to you, though.Â
ââanyways, I don't want to likeâŠforce you to come to the party or anything. Honestly, Iâm not really into it but Iâd feel kinda bad not going.âÂ
Right. The Halloween costume party. Thatâs what you were talking about.Â
It felt like he was being edged. He couldnât even be quiet in public spaces, he had to punch someone earlier for hearing him in the bathroom! There was another option entirely, one easier than being quietâjust stopâbut he wasnât about to do that.
He was getting lost in the clouds of his dangerous imagination once again. You were here at his house, in his room, on his bed. You were edging him. He wasnât touching himself, it was your hand stroking him instead. Up ân down, nice ân slow.Â
âSol?â
Fuck.Â
âSorry, yeah.â Keep your breathing under control. âItâs not my thing either, butâŠuh, if youâre going then I want to go too.â
A lot could happen in a couple hours on campus grounds, he wasnât letting you out of his sight, especially not at night.
âWe can sulk together, then! I think itâs free. Let me double checkâŠyeah, itâs free for admitted students. We just need to RSVP.â
âCool.â If he kept his replies short then maybe you wouldnât catch the shakiness in his voice.Â
âDo you have a costume?â
âNo, you?âÂ
âNope.â You sighed, the sound made his mind fuzzy. âAnd I donât really have any cool clothes to make one. I was thinking of checking out some stores sometime this weekâŠwanna come with?â
âRight thereâŠâ
âWhat?â
âIâll be there.â
There was no way you didn't notice the sound of his bedsheets rustling. But he could hear you start rambling, so he was in the clear for now. Art class, project, tiredâjust a few key words and phrases he managed to pick up on.
He envisioned you perfectly, head settled right between his thighs.
Would you be sweet and kiss it all over? Start from the bottom and trail up until you finally reach the tip? Suck for a while, pull it out with a pop, rest your cheek against his inner thigh to rest, then do it again? Once he finished, would you look at him lovingly and tell him how much you like him?
Or maybe youâd be more intense with himâtake him right into your mouth and leave him an immediate moaning mess. A single bat of your lashes and a second of eye contact would make him topple over. Then youâd open your mouth nice and wide to show him you took it all.
Either way, heâd pull you up and kiss you, mumbling strings of praises in between each one before pressing you into the mattress to return the gesture.
Everything felt hot. Too hot. He needed to cool off. He lifted his shirt just above his nipples. They were already hard and proudly showing off their barbell jewelry.
He was close. Please hang up, he canât hold it in. He was pathetic when it came to self-control. But what kind of person calls someone this late at night instead of just texting, anyway? He really hadnât expected this while going about his usual nightly routine.Â
And just when he thought he was doing a good job of keeping it in, he let a loud sharp gasp escape.Â
Silence. He could hear his own heartbeat.Â
Youâd think nothing of it.
Youâd think nothing of it.
Youâd think nothing of it.Â
âWas that a yawn?â You apologetically asked the question under your breath, like you were speaking to yourself for a brief moment.Â
Then your voice picked back up. âSorry for calling so late, I forgot itâs almost midnight! Anyways, Iâll let you goâŠgood night. Iâll see you tomorrow, Sol.â
ââŠNightâŠâÂ
You hung up. Bless your heart, you barely managed to dodge the breathless moan of your name spilling from him.Â
Dopamine in the shape of small hearts flooded his brain, static flowed through his veins. All his cells have the purpose of loving you, nothing else. He wouldn't have it any other way. Itâs such a shame the testament of his utmost devotion had to land on his stomach instead of inside you where it belonged.
The haziness slowly died down, he opened his eyesâimmediately met with the patch of pictures of you hung on his wall. How could such a perfect person exist? Gaze trailing down towards his counter, he could see an empty container, the one he kept all those sleeping pills in. Heâd have to ask Hyugo for more.
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đŹđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ: in which, your boyfriend has been gone all day.. and now you have him to yourself.
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walking in the door, riki let his bags fall from his hands and onto the floor. he rubbed his eyes, drowsiness overtaking his body as he only thought about climbing into bed with you.
wellâ that thought was interrupted when he felt something run into him, causing him to stumble back a bit.
he looked down to see you wrapped around his middle, squeezing him as if you hadnât seen him in centuries.
âoh?â he chuckled, his hand coming to rest on your head, stroking it. you nuzzled your face in his chest, sighing in content.
âmissed you..â you mumbled, eyes closing as you were finally at peace. riki had been gone since the sun came up and it felt lonely without him around. even though you had bisco..
âyeah?â his hand came to hold your chin, turning it so you could look at him. he smiled slightly when he could finally see your face, his hand now squeezing your cheeks together as his cold rings brushed against them.
âmhm.â you responded, looking up at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to give you your daily âi missed youâ smooch.
he laughed at your expression, teasing you as his face inched closer but didnât let his lips touch yours just yet.
âhow much?â
âbabe,â you whined, trying to get your face closer to his but your feet could only lift so far off of the ground. his sly smile only irritated you more as you slouched in his arms, pouting.
he shook his head before his lips finally came to meet yours, hand still squeezing your face gently. your lips moved in sync with his, sighing once more.
you gripped his hoodie, pulling him closer than he already was, if that was even possible.
he pulled away, giving you two more pecks on your lips.
you whined at the feeling of him being away from you again, only wanting him close for the rest of the night.
his arm wrapped around your lower back, hugging you once more.
âcome onnn,â you sulked, attempting to bring him to bed with you.
âcanât, babe. i gotta wash up,â he giggled at you clinginess, the sight making his heart flutter.
âcan it wait..?â
âuhm, if you want sweaty cuddles then maybe..â he shrugged.
âokay, never mind.â
â
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hi love!! i saw that your requests are open and im here to helpđ«Ą
can i request some red dead headcanons/blurbs? maybe what their affection/kisses are like? arthur, john, javier and charles are my pookies (especially charles oh my god i love him so so much) but i would love to hear your thoughts on anybody really!!
hope youâre doing well <3
AFFECTIONATE - VAN DER LINDE BOYS

ᥣđ©àŸàœČàŸàœČâ âč notes - for some reason i cannot post rdr2 with my manga headers or cutesy pink dividers it feels so off to me i have no idea why đ but thank you for sending this request in, i love it sooo much!â itâs nice to see another charles lover in this fandom lololâ you take care as well!! đ«¶
ᥣđ©àŸàœČàŸàœČâ âč warnings - mentions of injuries in kieranâs and charles, kisses and kissing (?), hispanic!reader / spanish speaking!reader in mind for javierâs, intended lowercase, alcohol and drinking in seanâs, lmk if i missed anything!! đ«¶
ARTHUR MORGAN who will put calloused hands around your waist when youâre alone in your tent at night, burrowing his nose in your hair as he lays behind you. you can smell his musk, the scent of the outdoors and faded linen, as it clings onto you with its tight grip and lingers. you donât mind though, and neither does arthur; simply basking in your warmth as the crickets chirp in harmony with your soft exhales.
ââve missed you.â you say, your right hand crawling to interlock itself with his own draped over your waist as it fiddles with the soft skin there.
âmissed yâtoo, darlinâ.â you can feel his chest rumble with his voice, tone deep and gravelly from the lack of use. you let your eyes close as you savored the feeling of his hands caressing the small chub that gathered itself in his hands when he squished too much. you would give anything to have moments like these with arthur whenever you could.
JOHN MARSTON whoâll scoff as you pressed kisses along his face, sitting on his lap as the campfire graced your bodies with its warm glow. his affections held a more stand-offish tone to them but on the off occasional that he got a little too tipsy, you could never pry him off of you.
âif iâdâa known any better, iâd have thought you was in love witâ me,â he huffed. regardless of his dumb comments, his hands never failed to find their way upon the dips of your hips, rubbing circles over the fabric of your clothes.
you bumped your head into his head as he chuckled, raspy voice rumbling throughout his chest as you halted your kisses and instead rested your head on his shoulder. your foot, bare and tapping against the ground in tune with the distant strums of javierâs guitar and karenâs drunken singing kept you grounded â kept you remembering that this was real, this was all real; and you were alive.
âwhy? you complaininâ?â
you felt johnâs cheeks widen with his grin. ânaw,â was all he said.
two things that JAVIER ESCUELLA cherished most in this world were family and freedom; and he knew that he felt at peace knowing he had both of these things in that moment. you by his side, as neither of you had a care in the world. the sun glimmered and lazed around, taking its place on your backs and replacing the cool, dawn air with its heat. affection with javier is passionate and itâs scary, you never know what youâll get or suffer the next day but it doesnât matter â you persevere knowing youâll find home in his arms a night more, youâll live long enough to seek refuge and if you died in the process; itâd be okay knowing you died with who you loved.
deft fingers came to slide up and down the wooden fretboard along with his other hand plucking on the strings. you hadnât realized youâd been staring until he peeked one eye open from under his bowler hat, a teasing smirk on his face as he mumbled, âno me miras con esos ojos, corazĂłn.â
you rolled your eyes, âque quieres decir, javi?â
he hummed, he knew you knew what he meant â and you knew that he knew. but for now, youâd continue to stare, admiring your beloved that sat so prettily on that log; simply playing his guitar. he had his freedom, and he had his family right here.
loud laughs erupted from the obnoxious irishman known as SEAN MACGUIRE, a jug of alcohol in his hand and his darling in the other.
âiâm tellinâ ya, luckiest man aliveâ! they said they loved me, can yâbelieve it?â his accent only got thicker by the minute as he raved to everybody that walked by about how you had suddenly professed your love once more as you two sat on the barrel circling the rounded, wooden table. you smacked his arm to which he let out a rasping cackle. âshut up, will you?â
âah, never. yâknow ya love me,â he puckered his lips dramatically as you scoffed. giving him a chaste kiss, he groaned as you pulled away too quick before you went in deeper, seeing his eyes widen in shock before yours fluttered closed. he laughed out the side of his mouth before his hand, ever so gentle, buried itself in your hair. sean was a loud lover, one youâd typically be embarrassed by â but that only meant he loved you more than anything. a drunk manâs words is a sober manâs thoughts and he had you on his mind all the time.
CHARLES SMITH whoâll treat your wounds silently, as he always did except this time would be different. a tense silence would fill your tent other than murmured hisses and apologies due to the peroxide and other various natural remedies he preserved for your care. charles would always keep a level head, warning you not to go on jobs that micah would egg you on yet charles would always wait for you to return.
he never said anything during these times, charles loved silently. instead of telling you he loved you every second or having you on his lap like others, heâd bring you a trinket you remembered wanting from a storefront window or heâd take you out hunting with him; teaching you how to properly set up bait ( not in the reckless way that sean or bill would attempt to mansplain about ). heâd take care of you and heâd listen to you. so when youâd gasp and bite your fist from how badly he had to stitch your leg up, his hand would grab yours and bring it down to rest on your thigh â intertwining fingers as his thumb grazed over the crescent shaped marks your teeth left.
you really did love KIERAN DUFFY, seeing the way heâd try to puff his chest out when the guys at camp would look at you when really, heâd get all shy and blushy when you babied him. he wasnât so used to this sorta thing, you know, relationships. everybody in camp looked at you like you were crazy, but they knew better than to tell that to you ( or him ), knowing theyâd only get an earful from you about how sweet kieran really was.
youâd dress his wounds and in return, youâd find your horse prepped and groomed all pretty in the mornings â already fed and provided with water. and when youâd ask arthur or tilly, theyâd always shrug and say, âmust be that oâdriscoll boy.â
you treated him with care, like no one had ever had, and that was the greatest gift in itself to kieran. he saw you as an angel, heâd even try telling you sometimes although backtracking a bit just to make sure you werenât uncomfortable. kieran duffyâs affection was careful and nervous, stiff gestures presented to you although all of his worries melted away once he heard your sweet laugh. he didnât know much about this stuff but that was okay, heâd learn just for you.
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PAIRING: demon!heeseung x angel!reader (f)
SUMMARY: in a world where you either become angels or demons in the afterlife, heeseung and you were fates of high ranking. despite all the strict rules cast upon you, you two couldn't help but drown in the forbidden feeling of your love.
WARNINGS: kinktober. frforbidden love, mentions of blood and wounds, angels and demons, lucifer and God (i do not intend to offend anyone), sexual tension, smut, dry humping, making out, missionary, this is basically love making, cream pie, unprotected sex (donât be silly, wrap your willy!) fluff, pet names (angel, baby), bad jokes abt heaven and hell (lame ik), lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.
PUBLISHED: 26th October 2024
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a/n: honestly (yet again) i donât really like how it turned out, lol. the smut is mid and isnât very filthy but hey, i tried. please lmk your thoughts and REBLOG to spread đ«¶đ©·. iâm not sure iâll publish my other kinktober works (vampire sunghoon and werewolf jay), cause i wonât be able to finish them on time.
In a world where in the afterlife you become either angels and demons, based on the amount of sins one commits in their previous life, you were the wisest angel.
Of course, being Godâs right arm didnât always mean having cool jobs, like at that moment, while you were searching through all the death certificates of your chosen region to see who would become an angel and find him a place in heaven.
You remembered how it used to be overcrowded, but now it was almost empty.
After a certain amount of time, you stopped being someoneâs guardian angel to either reincarnate or stay the eternity in heaven, helping newbie angels and making sure everything was at peace.
Demons would always try to bring chaos into the mundane world, throwing unlucky cards or haunting peopleâs dreams, trying to drive them insane or make them commit crimes, such as murder, mugging or even as cruel as suicide.
At least, you were given a room to rest for a couple of hours and to be able to do your job properly.
It was white, mostly, with a little bit of beige and pinkish tone. Glittery as well.
Sitting on your desk, you were scanning through the nth file of the night when you heard a loud cracking sound and a groan behind you.
You turned around just to see that Heeseung had teleported there, a deep frown on his face caused by the even deeper cut in his chest, where blood was spilling out.
âHeeseung!â You gasped, and he stumbled as you stood up.
He was the nastiest demon of hell, you two had arrived around at the same time and had always been in a fight since the beginning of your astral days.
Heeseung chuckled, his face paler than usual as he clutched the gash on his chest âItâs just a little cut.â He tried to brush it off, though you were sure if any human had that kind of injury, it wouldâve been fatal.
He limped forward, leaning against the wall, giving you one of his usual cocky smirks âNo need to worry.â
His smirk wouldâve even been hot if he wasnât bleeding out in the middle of your room, which happened to also be in heaven, a place he definitely shouldnât be.
Heeseung couldnât die because, well, he already did. But the healing process wouldâve hurt as much as dying another time would.
You hurried towards him, forgetting the work on your desk as you helped him on the bed âWhat happened?â
He groaned loudly, lowering himself onto the bed and flopping onto it as he clutched his chest, trying to keep the blood from gushing out of his body.
Heeseung hissed, looking up at you with a frown. "Got into a little fight", He muttered, "Can't you just heal me up?" He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly as he smiled at your worried expression.
âWith who?â You asked as you unbuttoned his mutilated black shirt and winced when you noticed in what state his skin was.
Dark blood spilled out of the gash, his veins had turned black from some kind of venom you couldnât quite point out âOr what..?â You asked, knowing it wasnât made from mere humans or other kinds of demons.
He knew it wasn't a pretty sight. The pain was bearable for him but seeing you so worried made him hate being injured.
Heeseung looked to the side, avoiding your gaze. "You know I can't tell you..." He murmured, his voice low with a hint of guilt.
You frowned, hating that he had to keep it a secret âI donât care about this hell versus heaven issue,â You snapped, feeling highly frustrated in that situation, âI know youâre hiding your aura so that God wonât sense you here, but you must tell me what hurt you so badly.â
He knew you only wanted the truth, and he didn't like lying to you. â I can't tell you what hurt me," He whispered, his voice filled with pain that he hid behind his stubborness.
He looked at you, his eyes pleading as he reached to cup your chin in his palm. "Please, stop asking me, angel."
You sighed softly. No pain was comparable to seeing him hurt, âOkay,â You breathed out âIâll see if I have some healing potion, it should help you.â
He nodded his head slightly, giving you a weak smile âIâd appreciate that.â
Heeseung laid in the bed, his chest feeling heavy with the pain. He didn't dare move to watch you as you frantically searched the drawers, trying to find the potion that would help him.
You opened and reopened drawers in desperate search of the healing potion, but nothing seemed to come to you.
âIâm sure I put it here somewhere,â You murmured as you threw out of your drawers white clothings and other items.
The panicked look in your eyes made his heart ache. He didn't want you to worry so much about him.
Heeseung sat up slowly, wincing as he did so. He reached out towards you, his voice strained as he spoke. "Angel, come here."
âNo,â You frowned, not even turning around to look at him âI have to find it- I must.â
He let out a small sigh when you refused to come towards him. He could sense your anxiety rising as you scoured the room for the potion.
âY/N,," He said, his voice firm but laced with desperation. "Please. come here. You don't need to find it for me right now, just come here."
âIâm sorry,â You whispered as you turned around. The blood dried a little, fortunately the flow had stopped completely.
You moved to the bed, sitting beside him as you adjusted the pillow behind his back.
âDonât apologise,â His voice was a little too soft for a demon, âI just need you with me right now.â
You chuckled softly, âThis looks like a bad joke. An angel worried about a demon.â
A light, amused smile appeared on his face. "It does sound quite ironic, doesn't it?"
He continued, âBut I suppose it just shows the power of love, breaking boundaries even between heaven and hell."
You looked at him and nodded, intertwining your hands together, âIt indeed is powerful.â
You looked at his gash again, it would take at least a whole day for it to fully close, and a week too for the scar to fade away.
At least, he was in your bed and not somewhere in hell-
bed. bed. under the bed you had some healing potion.
Thatâs where you had secured it. You jumped off the bed and quickly kneeled to rummage through the boxes.
He looked up in surprise at you when you jumped up so suddenly, his grip on your hand loosening as you rushed towards the bed.
He watched, a puzzled expression on his face, as you knelt down and started to rummage under the bed âWhat are you doing, angel?"
âHere it is!â You exclaimed, holding up a casket with bottles of healing cream.
He smiled faintly at your enthusiasm. "I can't believe it was right under the bed this whole time," He said, shaking his head slightly in amusement.
You helped him lay on the bed again, making sure he was comfortable. You opened the small bottle and poured some of its contents into your hand.
âThis will help your healing process,â You informed as you opened his shirt better, âBut it might hurt⊠a lot.â
Heeseung gave you a quick nod and you gently put the cream on his wound.
He hissed and gripped the sheet beneath him, trying to breath in as much air as he could as his skin burned.
âShhh,â You soothed, putting the bottle on the ground and caressing his face âDon't fight it baby, itâll be alright.â
âThis ainât got nothing on me,â He murmured, trying to be strong for the both of you.
The pain was just like dying another time, his skin was slowly healing, but by doing that his body would suffer.
Heeseungâs eyelids slowly grew heavy until they shut because of the pain.
You stayed with him the whole time, until his body stopped rocking in tremors and his skin stopped sweating cold.
He woke up just a couple of hours later, thanks to his high dark aura, making it easier for the healing cream to work.
His chest had been wrapped in a bandage, now being shirtless, just with his black jeans.
His eyes opened, taking in the light colours of your room. You sat beside him, continuing with your heavenly task, but also willing to stay by his side.
Heeseung groaned lowly, his body feeling heavy and sore from the intense pain he had undergone.
He looked around for you, his eyes landing on your figure sitting beside him.
âAngel.." he muttered, his voice weak and hoarse.
You widened your eyes at hearing his voice and quickly discarded the documents on the bed âHey,â You whispered, turning toward him.
He could feel the effects of the potion, making his body stronger by the minutes âHow long was I out for?â He asked.
âNo more than a couple of hours,â You informed him, brushing his bangs away.
He nodded, wincing slightly as he moved to sit up in the bed.
Heeseung looked back at you, his eyes meeting yours. "Still doing your work, huh?â He asked, gesturing at the closed documents and pen beside you.
âAngel duties.â You shrugged, giving him a small smile âHow are you feeling?â
âIâm doing okay,â You replied, sitting upright âThe healing potion is working.â
âThatâs good.â You nodded, letting out a sigh of relief.
âThank you for healing me, angel.â He said, the look in his eyes full of love and devotion.
You smiled gently, âIâm glad you came to me.â
He took your hand in his, âWhere else would I go, if not to you?â He gave your hand a gentle squeeze âYouâre my safe haven, Y/N.â
Your eyes softened at his words and something warm spread all over your chest. They then fell onto his lips, they looked so plump and soft. You had the urge to kiss him, but you couldnât.
It was impossible for angels and demons to kiss due to the curse cast upon them, a curse that would make their lips burn as soon as they met.
He sighed softly, Heeseung knew exactly what you were thinking. He was thinking the same, âWhat would I give just to taste your lips, even just once.â He murmured.
âMe too,â You frowned. âThis is so⊠unfair.â
He nodded in agreement, "It truly is unfair," He said, his voice filled with suppressed anger.
"I wish I could pull you in my arms, hold you close, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. And most of all, I wish I could kiss you, feel the softness of your lips against mine."
You shivered at his words, each one igniting a fire inside of you that could no longer be contained. You needed him and you needed him to need you back.
Still, you joked, trying to lighten the mood âYou seem a little too soft for a demon.â
He chuckled softly, a hint of sheepishness in his voice. "I know, I know," He replied, a small smile on his face. âI suppose you bring out the softer side in me, angel.â
You traced your fingers on the bandage you used to cover up his gash, for finally just a small amount of blood had dirtied it âDoes it still hurt?â
âNo, not anymore.â He gave you a reassuring smile âItâs just a little sore now, nothing I canât handle.â
Even if his reply was really important, you couldnât seem to hear it as your eyes settled on his lips.
You moved unconsciously closer to him, and he noticed, licking his lips.
Heeseung held his breath as you leaned closer to him, his heart fluttering in his chest. He could feel the warmth of your skin, the gentle scent of your hair, and the soft touch of your breath against his face.
In a moment of lucidity, you shook your head and moved away. You craved his kiss, but you couldnât hurt him just because of your selfishness.
âWould it be worth it?â You asked, your voice soft âIf we kissed?â
He held your gaze for a moment, his eyes searching yours. He could see the determination in your eyes, the willingness to ignore the consequences.
âGod help me," He muttered, his desire outweighing his caution.
He pulled you closer, his hands on your waist, and gently guided you onto his lap.
âNot the best thing to say in heaven.â You chuckled as you settled on his lap, holding yourself up on his shoulders.
âI donât want to hurt you.â You murmured, making sure not to add too much pressure on his aching body.
"Well, I'm not exactly welcome in heaven, arenât I?" Heeseung shook his head slightly, his hands gentle on your waist. "Don't worry about me, angel," he whispered. "I can handle a little pain if it means I can hold you like this."
He moved your hair out of your eyes as you sighed at the contact âYouâre so beautiful.â He stated. âYou too,â You replied.
âYou truly are an angel.â He caressed your cheek, tracing your featured âAnd youâre mine.â
You smiled back at him, and for a moment he didnât even look like a demon. He looked like a human boy, holding his lover in his arms and not caring about anything in the world but for you.
And well, the worst part was that you loved him to the extreme as well.
You knew Heeseung was capable of breaking heaven and rule hell if he wanted, but he would never even consider it if it had the chance to hurt you.
He would set the world on fire to keep you warm, crave out his own wings to give them to you.
And you were no better, you thought youâd turn your back on heaven the second someone threatened to hurt him.
âWhat happensâŠâ You murmured âIf heaven or hell take me away from you?â You needed to hear his answer, to hear just how much he cared about you.
The thought of losing you, of heaven or hell separating you, was something he couldn't bear.
He looked into your eyes, his voice low and filled with determination. "I'll burn down heaven and hell themselves before I let them take you away from me," He said fiercely.
Heeseung pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "Nothing, not heaven or hell, can keep me from you."
At his words, you moved your face closer to his, feeling the ghost of his lips on yours, the electricity between the two of you.
His eyes flicked down to your lips, his own parting slightly in anticipation. He ached to close the distance, to feel the softness of your mouth against his.
His voice a strained whisper. "Y/N."
âHeeseung,â You whispered back âPleaseâ kiss me, even if it hurts.â
The thought of the pain they would endure paled in comparison to the aching emptiness of not kissing you.
He took a deep breath, his voice a hoarse murmur âDamn it, angel. you'll be the death of me."
âToo bad youâre already dead.â Since he wasnât closing the distance, you did.
You crashed your lips together in a desperate kiss. But as you braced yourself for the stinging sensation, it didn't come.
You pulled away, a surprised frown forming on your face âW-what?â
Heeseungâs expression mirrored yours, stunned, coating his sharp features.
âMaybe the curse was a lie.â You exclaimed âMaybeââ
âI donât care.â Heeseung breathed out as he pressed his lips against yours once again.
The only thing he wanted was to focus on the sweet taste of your lips against his, the sound of your moans being swallowed in the kiss.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and sighed softly, drowning in the feeling of him.
His usual cold skin was now burning hot, even so the mere contact made you shiver.
âI love you,â He whispered on your lips, âEven if my heart canât beat, I can feel it within me.â
You could feel his growing desire under you, making your body ache for him, âI can feel it too.â You whispered, taking one of his hands and guiding it to the middle of your chest âThe pull.â
âFuck,â He groaned and kissed you hard again.
âNo curse words in heaven.â You murmured on his lips, making him smile.
The kiss was hot and anything but pure lust. âYou drive me insane.â Heeseung murmured âDamn it, Y/N. The things I want to do to you.â You knew you shouldnât feel that way, towards a demon. It was against every rule set in heaven.
But who cared? With every swipe of his tongue against yours, you couldnât even remember what was your porpoise in there.
Unconsciously, you ground your hips on his, making him groan in your mouth.
One of his hands cradled your head, massaging your scalp and pulling your hair gently.
You hummed, loving the way he was so gentle with you.
You placed one of your hands on his chest, but gasped as you felt the bandage. He was still hurt, you couldnât do it.
But Heeseung just smiled and held your body against his as he turned you around, so you were the one laying on the bed.
He unbuttoned his jeans and kicked them off, as well as his underwear.
You looked down at him and lord, if you didnât need him. He wasnât huge, but he was long and thick and eveything you ever wished for.
âI need in you so bad angel,â He murmured, prepping kisses down your neck âCan I have you, hm?â
Mindlessly, you nodded. You thought that if he even asked you to give everything up and run away, youâd agree right away.
His hands roamed your body, groping your breast, then down your stomach as he sucked on your skin, leaving reddish marks.
Not even caring about the consequences, your hands tangled in his locks, encouraging him to continue.
In just a matter of seconds, your clothes were forgotten on the floor as he took in the sight of you. So ethereal and so his.
Heeseung licked his bottom lip and leaned in to kiss you once more, âIt might hurt.â He informed.
You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing his chest flush to yours âI want the pain. I told you youâre worth it.â
His hips unconsciously bucked at your words, making his forehead press against your shoulder.
Heeseung took his length in his grasp and aligned with your entrance, âIf you need me to stop or slow down, tell me.â
You nodded, breathing out a quick reply before he pushed himself in.
You had expected it to hurt, to burn the same way your kiss shouldâve. But all you could feel was him and the sweet sensation it sent through your body.
Heeseung groaned, your walls hugging him so tightly. Gritting his teeth, he forced himself to go at a slow pace.
âYouâre so perfect.â He murmured, kissing your collarbone âYouâre just so perfect, I donât know how you ended up with someone like me.â
You shook your head, wanting to tell him he was wrong but his pace quickened and each thrust sent ripples of pleasure through your body.
âI love you too.â You replied to his previous confession âSâmuch.â
His hips stilled at your words, his breath hitching. And then, his pace resumed, quickened as he held himself up.
He rested one of your legs on his shoulder and lightly kissed your ankle.
âSo good, angel.â Heeseung grunted, the sound of skin slapping filling the heavenly room.
âUgh!â You exclaimed as he hit a certain spot that made your toe curl âThere, Hee, there.â
âGot it.â He chuckled and deepened his thrust, repeatedly hitting that spot, âFound your sweet spot, mh?â He asked, his voice low and husky.
Heeseung looked so perfect, his muscled body on full display, the bandage wrapped around his torso and his bangs sticking to his forehead.
He bit his bottom lip as he tried not to release before you, one of his hands moving down to circle your clit, wanting to bring the both of you to the edge at the same time.
Your body shook in tremors as he did, the pleasure almost too much.
Your back arched as you breathed out his name, needing him to stop and continue at the same time.
âJust a little more, baby.â He snapped his hips faster, letting your ankle go and hovering over you.
Both of your breaths mended, just panting onto each othersâ lips as you felt your orgasm approaching.
You cradled his face in your hands and kissed him hard, teeth clashing.
You squeezed your eyes shut as you reached the edge, your body shaking. Heeseung throbbed at each clench of your pussy around him, emptying his seed inside of you.
His hips slowed, but he didnât pull out. He intended staying like that for as long as he could.
He laid beside you not to crash you, but not even having the energy anymore to hover your figure.
He wrapped his arms around your body and held you close to your chest, âI donât ever want to let go.â
âDonât.â You stated, holding onto him for dear life âDonât ever let me go.â
âAs long as youâll let me.â He whispered and kissed you again, deeply and slowly. For all the times he had wanted to kiss you but couldnât because of the nonexistent curse.
Oh, but if only you knew the curse existed, but didnât work for those who were soulmates in their past lives.
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Motel Sins



blue collar!Rafe x wife!Reader
mdni 18+
You get the idea while heâs in the shower.
Itâs lateâpast midnightâand his duffle bag is half-packed on the bed, boots already sitting by the door. He leaves first thing in the morning for a weekend pour out in Tennessee. Just a short job to help an old friend, make a little extra cash.
Youâre gonna miss him like hell.
So you do what any slightly unhinged, insatiably in-love wife would do.
You pull on the red lace set he lovesâthe one he always begs you to keep on for âjust a few more minutesââand grab the Polaroid camera. One picture turns into four: you bent over the bed, the flannel shirt of his unbuttoned and slipping down your shoulders. One with his name written in lipstick across your chest. One where youâre on your knees in the mirror, biting your lip. And one full frontal, nothing but lace and need.
By the time heâs out of the shower, youâve slipped them between a rolled-up pair of socks and buried them in his duffle with a note in Sharpie: In case you miss me. Use responsibly.
You kiss him extra slow the next morning, trying not to grin.
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He calls Saturday night.
âBaby,â he groans the second you answer. His voice is wrecked. âYouâfuckâyouâre evil.â
You laugh, curled under a blanket on the couch. âWhatâd I do?â
âOh, donât play dumb.â The line rustles. âYou know exactly what you did when you snuck these goddamn photos in my bag.â
You hum sweetly. âWhich oneâs your favorite?â
âAll of âem,â he grits. âBut this oneâthis fuckinâ one with your hand between your thighs and your tongue out like youâre begginâ me to taste you? Baby, youâre gonna kill me.â
You flush warm all over. âThought you might want a little company.â
Thereâs a sharp inhale, the unmistakable sound of slick skin-on-skin. âJesus ChristâfuckâIâm strokinâ my cock to you right now. Layinâ in this cheap-ass motel bed, lookinâ at your tits in that little red set, tryinâ not to lose my fuckinâ mind.â
Your thighs squeeze together instinctively. âTell me what youâre thinking.â
âThinkinâ about cominâ home early,â he growls. âThinkinâ about how Iâm gonna fuckinâ ruin you for that stunt. Gonna throw you on the bed, tie those pretty little wrists, and make you say sorry with your mouth full.â
You gasp, hand sneaking down your stomach. âYou gonna be rough with me?â
He groans, deep and low. âNah, baby. Gonna make it slow. Gonna fuck you so deep you forget your own name. Want you moaninâ it like a prayer. You hear me?â
You nod even though he canât see. âYes, sir.â
The sound he makes could undo you. Heâs closeâyou can tell. âShitâshit, baby, say it again.â
âYes, sir. Want you so bad, Ray.â
âFuckâIâm cominâ,â he pants, breath ragged and uneven, the slap of his hand getting faster. âThinkinâ about that mouthâthose thighsâhow wet youâd be if I was there right nowâfuckââ
And then itâs quiet except for his heavy breathing, until he exhales a laugh and says, hoarse and spent:
âYouâre in so much fuckinâ trouble when I get back.â
And god, you canât wait.
a/n: just a small blurb while i work on longer ficsâtrying out a new format for blurbs lmk what you guys think! hope you enjoy this spicy little motel moment with your favorite blue collar husband. đ«¶đ»
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Joel Miller x F!Reader (18+)
mdni please
You and Joel find another way to make the summer heat more bearable.
tags: smut (duh), food play (popsicle), anal play, creampie, unprotected p in v (do not! do this! pls!), kind of? oral (f receiving), praising, dirty talk (joel doesn't know how to shut up and we love him for that), mentions of gagging (once), reader is abled, afab reader. joel is 20 years older. idk if I forgot anything else.
word count: 9.2k
a/n: this is just another level âfor me, at leastâ of things I wouldn't normally write. please take my phone away? thanks. I think I was possessed when I came up with this. anyways! hope you enjoy.
this was inspired by If You Like Piña Coladas by @gutsby ! it was amazingly written, I loved it and after reading it I came up with this idea. <3
as always, please enjoy and lmk what you think! reblogs, likes and comments are always deeply appreciated đ«¶đ»
It all started when you were out on patrol, scavenging and rummaging through abandoned places, looking for supplies to take back to Jackson.
"Anything, really." Maria told you, as the warmer weather was approaching and you needed anything that would help keep people cool. Especially the elders, kids and babies.
Could a horse carry a whole fan back to Jackson? Not possibly. So Joel got to disassemble it while you took the opportunity to look through every drawer, cabinet and box.
"Joel, look!" You said, holding up some molds. They were the kind that you would fill up with juice and fruit, then put the sticks in them to make a popsicle. Maybe it wouldn't keep you cool, but it was a nice distraction.
Joel chuckled as he saw them. He remembered making those with Sarah every summer in a desperate attempt to keep his daughter in a somehow manageable mood, as she hated the heat and made her irritable. You could see the shimmer in his eyes, the kind that showed up every time he thought of his daughter. He has recently started to open up about her, and you didn't really push him to do it: just let him.
"We should keep those." He replied. "Maybe try making some back at home."
The idea sounded fantastic, and there were more molds as you kept scavenging. Maybe you could even make them and offer them at the town hall for people to feast on while they fought the intense rays of sun.
Once back home, you got to work. Joel helped by squeezing the oranges as well as cutting up strawberries and apples, the kitchen ending up a fruity mess. But you didn't mind, if anything, it made your heart flutter at the sight. It was domestic, tender, to be cooking together. Making a snack to make the summer heat a little more bearable for the both of you.
You set them inside the fridge and honestly, forgot about them until two days later until Joel brought them up. The two of you were plopped on the couch, fanning yourself with magazines as you tried to pay attention to the TV with that old DVD player plugged into it, playing a movie Joel had made you watch more times that you could count on.
You were distracted, and you knew it. And he would be a liar if he said he wasn't. Your cause of distraction? The way Joel's cheeks were slightly flushed, sweat trickling down his tanned neck, how the popsicle would drip down his veiny hands. How he would lick it, God, why couldn't he lick you instead? And he was suffering from the same twisted thoughts. The way your lips would wrap around the popsicle.. he was almost sure you were doing it on purpose. Pushing it inside your mouth and pulling it out with a plop! He could think of the times you'd done that with his cock before, the image being burned inside his eyelids.
He couldn't do it anymore. Couldn't pretend he wasn't affected by you.
"It take you that long to finish that thing?" He spoke up, his voice slightly hoarse from hiding his desire for too. damn. long.
"What do you mean?"
You asked as you bit into it and chewed a smile piece of the ice thing, then swallowed it. His eyes followed the movement of your throat and oh, you knew.
He wanted to erase that shit-eating grin off your face with the tip of his cock, smearing his precum all over yourâ
"You know what I mean. You're doing it on purpose."
"And you aren't?" You leaned forward, and that made him feel like he'd been caught red-handed. Truth was that, yes, he had been slurping at the thing like he would swallow your juices whenever he found himself on his favorite place on earth: between your legs.
"What if I am?"
"What if I am too?"
The silence between you grew thick, like a string that was taunt with too much tension. Until he snapped it, grabbing the popsicle and shoving it into your mouth. You tried to protest by whining his name.
"Shut up." He spoke as he quickly worked to take off your shorts. He pushed them down and immediately placed his head between your legs, making you open your mouth so much that the popsicle almost fell. He caught it and put it back into your mouth.
"Keep suckin' it, sweetheart. Don't stop 'til I tell ya so."
And you obliged, a small smile on your face as you loved experimenting new things with your man. He licked a long stripe over your damp underwear, making you close your legs around his head. He was quick to separate them and nuzzle his nose against the cotton of it, inhaling your scent. You would be embarrassed if he hadn't done it like a hundred times before. It was nothing new.
"Joel.." You whined, almost pleaded as you gripped his hair. You kept eating the popsicle, licking and slurping at it to provoke him even more. And did he notice.
He looked up at you, eyes dark from his pupils occupying almost his whole irises. He took a finger and pushed at your entrance, penetrating you with your underwear.
"You take what I give you." He reminded you. Your mouth felt open at the sudden contact, aching to be filled. Some of the juice spilled down your chin and onto your chest, and he looked at it like it was the most attractive, sexy thing he'd ever seen. He pumped his fingers a couple of times before his patience broke.
"Damn it, darlin'. I swear I'm tryin' to take my time but today just won't be the case." He spoke, before pushing down his own clothes and your underwear flew God knows where.
He sat you on his lap, pressing you down against the evidence of the effect you had on him. Gently, never being rough, pushed your legs open with his knees and held you like that.
"Oh, look at 'er.. Already cryin' for me, baby?"
He teased, and brought two of his fingers at your slick. You squirmed on his lap, breathing ragged as you tried to find something to hold onto. But he didn't let you.
Instead, with those two fingers, he parted your lips open and looked down at your glistening cunt. It was gaping, closing around air as if it was already preparing itself for the stretch that Joel's length would be.
But.. he didn't do it. Not yet. He pulled the popsicle out of your mouth and pressed it against your hole. Your eyes widened and you gasped for air at the cold sensation, telling him that he couldn't do that, that it was wrong, thatâ
"Beggin' to be filled, isn't she?" He murmured, hot breath against your ear. He didn't really care about you trying to be cautious, he knew that deep down you didn't care about that either. You wanted to be filled, and he was a man that took your wishes seriously. He placed the popsicle in front of you so you could see it before he slowly trusted it inside of you. You cried out and he hushed you softly.
"Oh, I know, I know." He cooed at you. "She'll get used to it. Now take it."
And you trembled, fighting the internal battle of pulling his hand away or letting him fuck you senseless with a popsicle. The sticky, orange, freezing cold stick was melting inside of you. And every time Joel pulled it out and pushed it back down, some would drip out of your hole. Juices mixed with whatever blend of fruit you poured into those molds, all dripping down to the floor.
You could sense Joel's eyes locked on it, his breath becoming more labored than he would like to admit. He would beg to clean up that mess with his own tongue if it meant tasting your tangy, slightly sour slick.
"Takin' it so good, princess. Look at you. 's it feel good?" He asked, whispering against your ear. You couldn't see him but you knew that he looked pussy drunk, that grin on his face that told you he was high just from watching you take a popsicle or whatever he pushed inside of you.
You were a mess. Hair sticking to your forehead as the old ceiling fan wasn't strong enough to cool down any of you. Your own back felt sticky and hot against Joel's chest. But did he mind? No. He loved every liquid that would come out of you, even your sweat. He had eaten you out after being hours on patrol, sweat pooling in every fold of your body. But he just couldn't wait until you showered. That summed up how little Joel cared about any of that stuff.
Your head fell back against his shoulder and you shut your eyes closed as he stretched you further with the popsicle, the sounds were almost enough to make you want to hide your face in the crook of his neck out of embarrassment. They were almost pornographic, and you felt Joel's cock twitching underneath your ass.
"JoelâPlease!" You cried out. "I want it. Please. I canâ"
The popsicle was shoved into your mouth, pushing down on your tongue and making you gag softly as he went a little too deep. You could taste yourself in it, and it turned you on even more. Joel was tired of your cries, he would give you what he wanted when he wanted it.
"Hold it." He commanded and you held the popsicle, drool dripping out of it and into your chest, making an orange mess.
With his hands now free, he pushed your hips forward and up, lining the red, unattended tip of his dick against your entrance. You squirmed and cried, voice muffled by the long, cold stick.
"Shh, sh, sh. I got you, sweetheart."
I whispered and pulled you down against it with one swift move, having little to no mercy with your aching hole. He pushed on your lower back and you leaned forward as he started moving his hips deliberately, kissing your cervix every time he went up. He moaned at the sight of orange juice still pouring out of you, coating his cock along with your slick.
"What a sight, baby. I bet.."
He took the popsicle out of your mouth, and you panted for air. Your moans and soft cries filled the room as he filled you, stuffed you full to leave you limping for a week.
"..It'll look prettier like this." You almost didn't hear him, the pleasure overtaking you.. *almost*. But he made sure you did, at least, feel him when he pushed the popsicle into your rosebud, making the small hole stretch around it. He whimpered at the sight, something he never did. You gasped, holding onto the coffee table in front of you for dear life as you could swear you saw your soul leaving your body for good.
The squelching sounds, juices dripping everywhere making a mess around you two, was enough to make you near your orgasm. He pumped the thing in and out at the same rhythm as he raised his hips. You swore you'd never felt more full in your life, warm and cold at the same time in different places. He stared in awe, watching both of your holes swallow both him and the popsicle smoothly.
When Joel noticed that you were near, he picked up the pace of both: the popsicle that entered your anus with ease, melting and filling you to the brim, and his cock that you could swear you felt on your stomach.
"Thatta girl.. milk my cock, sweetheart. Yeah, good fucking girl."
He babbled nonsense, an indicator that he was close too. With not one, not two, but three thrusts he gripped your hips, biting down âgentlyâ onto your shoulder as he painted your walls white with his seed. You could feel your legs twitching as his body trembled, your name coming out of his mouth in soft prayers. You followed quickly after him, closing your walls around his length in a way that almost got it hard again. You stayed there, bodies still intertwined and covered in fruit juices, panting for air until you both came back to reality.
He then scooped you up into his arms and carried you upstairs. He would clean up the mess later, he said as he guided you both into the shower. Once there, he made sure to clean up every dip and crevice of your body while you felt your eyelids drooping. He caressed your back gently and pressed soft kisses against your forehead and shoulders while rubbing you dry, making sure you were taken care of and never felt like any encounter was just to please him. Then, he carried you to bed and cuddled up against you, placing your head on his chest and running his fingers through your hair gently, like he always did to soothe you.
"We gotta make those more often. You know.. to survive the heat."
He murmured with a smirk as you drifted off to sleep. And all you could wonder was how the fuck did a man twenty years older than you have the stamina of a beast.
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