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igbylicious · 9 months

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knockout [woosan x reader]

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, boxer au, friends with benefits

summary: Wooyoung invites you over to play after San wins his latest match.

wc: 3.9k

warnings: boxer San, manager Wooyoung, threesome, consensual somnophilia (San is the one asleep), blow job, hand job, spit kink, face-sitting, cunnilingus, face-fucking, choking on cock, cumplay (eating and sharing), dirty talk, San has bruises, they use the pet names ‘baby’ and ‘good girl’ for you but no pronouns, reader wears a dress, established Woosan, San is whiny while he sleeps but gets cocky when awake, Wooyoung is a mischievous lil’ shit (affectionate) the whole way through

a/n: my first ateez fic! please consider a like/reblog if you like it (❁´◡`❁)

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Your phone buzzes late at night, and you already know who it is before looking. You tear yourself away from the TV and check your messages, where you find a selfie from Wooyoung.

His hair is getting longer, pushed back with sunglasses resting on top of his head. (Even though it’s already dark out. Poser.) He wears a black-and-white shirt with a busy pattern and just one button too many undone, a heavy silver necklace around his neck. But all of that is just a sideshow to the main point of the selfie; Wooyoung is winking cheekily at the camera, holding up a big wad of cash. San won the match.

does this mean takeout is on you guys next time? you text him. After a brief pause you add, also congratulations i guess

(But the dismissive tone is just for show, riling each other up a natural part of your relationship with Wooyoung. You’re smiling as you press send, knowing how much a win means to him and San, how hard they work for it.)

Your phone buzzes again. you should come over

for takeout?

idk about takeout but there’s definitely a meal in it for you 😏😜😘🍆💦

You can’t decide whether to grin or roll your eyes at the message and its string of emojis at the end, but you do send Wooyoung an affirmative text back. Your face decides on a grin as you put your phone down, a spark of excitement coursing through you. Guess you’re going out tonight after all.

This thing between you and San and Wooyoung has been going on long enough that usually you don’t even bother dressing up for them anymore, but hey, it’s a special occasion, right? So you slip on some lacy panties and wiggle into a cute dress, and do a quick check in the mirror to make sure you’re looking at least halfway decent. (Not too much fuss. Wooyoung did text you in the middle of the night.)

Just before you go, your phone buzzes one last time; Wooyoung warns you to send a text once you get to the apartment, not ring the door. At first you do not give it too much thought; they do live in a crappy old place, might just be that the doorbell is broken.

But then the added photo loads, and you see San is conked out on the couch, sitting with spread legs and his head lolled back, mouth slightly hanging open. Apparently he hasn’t even changed clothes since the match, wearing a dirty white tank top and a smattering of bruises across his tanned skin. His dark hair is a mess, pretty lips set in a natural pout while he sleeps.

Immediately, a fresh buzz of excitement surges through you. There is a whole new layer of thrill to this invitation now.

After driving over, you send Wooyoung a text that you’ve arrived. He opens the door for you with a bright grin, and puts a quick finger to his lips to indicate you have to be quiet. His sunglasses have disappeared somewhere between making a selfie and your arrival, saving him a roasting from you. He gives your dress an appreciative once-over, and casually kisses your cheek as he lets you in, resting his hand on the small of your back. His good mood is incredibly obvious, fingers brushing against the top of your ass.

You slip off your shoes and step further into the apartment. The place is a bit messy as always, furnished with a combo of thrift-shop finds, stuff they won off bets, and random things donated by friends. (Even their old van is a hand-me-down, though you have no idea where they got it from.)

The result is a home that’s chaotic, but friendly. Shelves piled with keepsakes, stories attached to everything they own. And for all the messiness, at least they do keep it somewhat clean.

There is a desk in the corner, with a few neat piles of paper money on top. Clearly Wooyoung was in the middle of counting — and accounting, his books laying open with a pen next to them. Despite all his antics, Wooyoung is actually pretty responsible with money. He knows that he needs to be, never sure when they’ll get their next win. (You suspect they run a few less-than-legal stints on the side, but neither seems too keen on making that their main gig.)

And then there is San, sitting on their old couch. Still fast asleep.

“Look how tired,” Wooyoung murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. “He worked so hard today, I thought we should reward him. How about it, hm? Don’t you think he deserves a prize for taking home the victory?”

You lick your lips, a sharp craving growing in the pit of your stomach at the sight of San’s soft, sleeping face. As far as you are concerned, you are the one getting a prize here. It’s been a long time since you last had the chance to indulge in this particular kink; it can be tricky to coordinate when you don’t actually live in the same house.

And San makes such pretty noises when he’s asleep.

Wooyoung grins at the expression on your face. “Good girl,” he whispers indulgently, pressing one last kiss on your cheek before he playfully slaps your ass, pushing you towards the couch.

You glare back at him, even if the slap sent a crackle of pleasure through you. Just out of principle, to let Wooyoung know he can’t get away with everything. (He can absolutely get away with everything.)

But then you shift your focus to San, getting on your knees in front of him as quietly as possible. He usually is a deep sleeper but still, you are not about to risk waking him too early. You do take a moment to just look at him; to take in the way his broad chest moves with slow, even breaths.

The hard, battered muscles of his body are completely relaxed now, arms laying uselessly on the couch. There are marks on his knuckles, and it’s odd to think he was using those same fists to beat someone up, all for a cash prize, just a mere few hours ago. He looks so soft now. Not for the first time, you marvel at how handsome he is, the sharp cut of his jawline, pronounced cheekbones and pouty lips. So damn gorgeous, even with bruises marring his face, a particularly nasty one on the corner of his mouth. You want to kiss it, but you tuck that thought away for later.

San’s legs are already conveniently spread for you to shuffle close; could be a happy coincidence, could be that San was expecting this. Expecting you.

(This was a conversation you had long ago, where he’d given you a free pass to ‘wake’ him if an opportunity presented itself. It is entirely possible that he and Wooyoung discussed this before contacting you, and something about the idea of San falling asleep while thinking of your mouth on his dick makes you squirm in the best way.)

You press a hand against the front of his sweats, feeling the outline of his cock. You squeeze it with a light touch, give the impressive length a gentle stroke, and delight at the little “Hmm” that San sighs out.

Encouraged by the sound, you pull down the waistband of San’s sweats just enough so you can take his cock out, heavy in your hand. Still soft, though he gives a beautiful twitch when your thumb runs across a vein across the underside.

Your eyes glance up when Wooyoung sits down, just as carefully as you had been. He is slouched next to San with an arm slung across the back of the couch, fingers ghosting against San’s hair but never touching, while he raises his other hand to bite at his thumb. Uncharacteristically quiet, watching with rapt attention.

Heat pools between your thighs, you love being on display for him, teasing a sleeping San. You’re keenly aware of how your dress has ridden up, your ass sticking out, your neckline low enough for an ample view of your cleavage — though you’re sure it’s your hand that has Wooyoung’s full attention right now, wrapped around his lover’s slowly hardening dick.

You gather saliva in your mouth, then let it dribble down on your fingers and San’s cock. He moans, shifting slightly, lips parting a little wider as you take advantage of the easier slide of your palm. The sound goes right to your core; San’s moans are just a bit shallower when he is asleep, a bit more high-pitched. More needy.

More noises start to slip from his lips as you slowly stroke the length of his thick cock, thumb playing against his slit. Sometimes his hips shift to follow your movement, but he does not wake, his conscious mind unaware of your fist working him to full hardness.

San is getting beautifully flushed, a redness blooming across his cheeks and neck as he lets out a faint whimper, brow furrowed. It is always a fun game, to see how far you can take him before he wakes up — before you are treated to that toe-curling moment of aroused disorientation on San’s face, that split-second where he can’t quite figure out why he is so fucking horny until he sees you, nested between his thighs, and a sleepy yet cocky grin breaks out on his face.

But it’s not come so far yet; San is still under the hold of his tired slumber. His breath hitches as your fist twists around the head of his cock, almost like a little hiccup, precum mingling with your spit. You know you can’t hold off your impatience for much longer.

Wooyoung is still staring, though his eyes wander between San’s cock and the wiggle of your ass, his cheeky tongue dipping out to wet his lips. His gaze is heated, intense, and the slight asymmetry of his eyelids makes his stare only more attractive and striking, dotted by the little mole under his eye. He worries his bottom lip with his teeth as he watches, but grins when he catches you watching him in turn. He leans forward, elbow on his knees, and beckons for you to offer your hand.

You do so, and watch how Wooyoung decadently works his mouth and lets a thick globule of spit fall past his lips, onto your waiting palm. His grin widens when you moan weakly as his saliva mingles with yours, with San’s precum, and generously gives you more until your hand is messy and slick. Finally satisfied, Wooyoung leans back with a flirty wink.

You make good use of Wooyoung’s ‘contribution’, pumping San just a little faster now. His noises start to pick up, face contorted with unaware pleasure as a small trail of drool escapes the corner of his mouth. It won’t be long now before he wakes. Honestly, you are surprised it has lasted this long at all; San’s fight must have been particularly strenuous tonight.

Just when you contemplate whether it’s time to get your tongue involved, Wooyoung suddenly gets up from the couch.

You try not to get distracted by him moving around behind you, keeping your focus on San, but then you feel a little tap against your ass. You turn your head to see him lying on his back, head between your feet with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Lift your ass up, he mouths and gestures simultaneously.

You do exactly that, allowing Wooyoung to slide under you with his hands on your waist, his face right underneath the flimsy scrap of lace that covers your dripping core, barely worth the name ‘underwear’. “Seriously?” you whisper, though even just the sight of him, raised eyebrow and ready to eat you out, has more arousal leaking into your panties.

“Hey, San isn’t the only one who worked hard for this match,” Wooyoung whispers quietly, wetting his lips. “Don’t I deserve a reward, too?”

Well… If Wooyoung’s idea of a reward is to have you ride his face, then who are you to deny him? You really keep getting the better deal out of their hard-earned victory. Still, you roll your eyes at him, just to let him know how ridiculous you think he’s being, though the increasingly damp spot on your underwear tells Wooyoung all he needs to know.

He lets out a pleased, dark chuckle as you lower yourself down, his hands gripping tighter onto your waist as he positions you for the best angle. He does not even bother to pull the scrap of lace aside, happily eating you out through it.

San whines when your fingers squeeze around him, liquid oozing from the tip, his hips stuttering lightly before he settles back down. His cock is flushed dark, pulsing in your hand, but it is hard to focus on him right now. A lazy hand continues to stroke him while you struggle to focus on anything but Wooyoung’s muffled moans against your sopping heat.

You bite your lip to keep silent, hips moving on their own accord as Wooyoung’s nose presses against your clit, his mouth undeterred by the obstruction of lace as he makes a sloppy mess of your cunt, eagerly lapping away.

Wooyoung is rarely this quiet, but today he foregoes his usual dirty talk and running commentary to direct his full attention on reducing you to a mindless mess. He is a fiend with his mouth either way, thick swipes of his tongue and grazing teeth, mouth suckling at you through the now-ruined lace.

It takes all your self-control to stay on task, to not get distracted by the sound of a zipper, and soon after the wet noise of Wooyoung jerking himself off, still moaning against your leaking cunt. You shake yourself out of it, wrapping your lips around just the head of San’s cock, licking at the steady stream of precum while you use both hands to work his length. He twitches in your mouth, and for a moment you wonder if he’s going to cum without even waking up at all.

But then Wooyoung uses his nose to nudge your panties aside and sucks directly at your clit, and you moan loudly around San’s cock at the sudden stimuli.

San starts awake at the vibration, his hips reflexively jerking forward. You happily meet his thrust to gag on him, making San hiss a throttled curse. “F-fuck, what’s-ahhh—”

His hand flies to your hair, instinctively holding you in place. Your eyes tear up as he hits the back of your throat and stays there, but you can still glance upward to look at him — and he’s a fucking sight to behold. Bleary-eyed and disoriented, his mouth slack and panting hard for breath as he tries to get his bearings. Eyes landing on you, his cock twitching as understanding dawns. The moment is every bit as beautiful as you had imagined.

“Look who it is, Sannie,” Wooyoung grins when he notices San is awake, taking a break from tongue-fucking you. “Came over just to congratulate you. Ain’t that sweet?”

“Fuck,” San chokes out, his voice gravelly from sleep. He hisses sharply when you hollow your cheeks and give a light suck, drawing a low groan. Slowly, the sleep retreats from his eyes and is replaced by a dark alertness, though his face is still flushed, his body tired.

Lazily, he lets you continue doing what you do, only stroking your hair in encouragement as he releases you, letting you return to shallower bobs of your head. “Fuck, baby, just like that,” he groans, biting his lip. Once again, your attention is drawn to the bruise on the corner of his mouth, aching to be kissed — but your own mouth is preoccupied. Later, you promise yourself. There will be time for that later.

As expected, San’s moans are a little deeper now he is awake, slowly rocking his hips as he watches you take him further with every pass of your mouth. You wonder if he’s even aware of the difference in his sounds, or if that’s just a little secret for you and Wooyoung to know.

Speaking of Wooyoung — now that he doesn’t have to keep quiet for San, he gets talkative again. “Use me, baby,” he groans, his fingers digging into your ass. “Come on, ride me a little harder. Don’t be shy. Smear that wet pussy all over my face.”

You don’t need to be told twice, enthusiastically granting Wooyoung’s request. He moans happily as you fuck yourself on his tongue, any further words muffled between your thighs. You’d worry about whether Wooyoung can even breathe, except he has a death-grip on your hips and refuses to let you slow down. His nose repeatedly bumps into your clit, sending sparks through you every time, your moans reverberating around San.

San grunts at the feeling, voice husky and low. But as attractive as the sound is… some part of you wants to hear his whimper again. Just to see if you can make him do it.

Well. There are a few sure-fire ways you know to push San to the very limit and beyond — and one of them is immediately available to you.

He was already pushing deep inside your mouth, but you do your best to relax your throat and surge forward, your nose brushing his pelvis as you choke yourself on his cock, then pull back to do it again. And again. A lewd, wet gurgle filling the room every time, your throat constricting as you strain around his thick shaft, tears burning in your eyes.

San groans at your renewed efforts, a greed shining in his sharp eyes when he realises what you’re doing, what you are asking him to do. His fingers scrape your scalp as they embed tighter around the strands of hair. Recognising the unspoken invitation to fuck your mouth as hard as he wants.

“That’s it,” he growls, “you know how I like it. Choke on my cock, hm? I’ll stuff you until you can’t breathe.”

You can barely breathe already; it’s hard to pull in air through your nose like this, with San steadily rocking his hips forward. You go slack in his hold, just letting him use you to his liking, trying to curl your tongue around the underside of his cock in the way you know drives him up the wall.

Wooyoung makes a noise when you slump down on his face, and you try to catch yourself but he won’t have it, only sucking more eagerly onto your clit as he grabs onto your thighs to keep you in place. You moan loudly, and San curses in response, his breath getting pitchy.

It’s working, you realise. It’s not as much as when he is asleep, but slowly a whiny lilt creeps into San’s voice as he uses your throat, his face contorted with pained pleasure.

Your head starts to spin, the barrage of sensations threatening to overwhelm you. Slick sounds and deep moans, a heady scent of arousal permeating the air. San’s cock obstructing your breath, his little whines; Wooyoung’s tongue nimbly flicking against your clit, his hands squeezing at the soft meat of your thighs. You’re tilting, slowly but surely, right over the edge when Wooyoung sucks harshly, exactly when San whimpers.

It hits you like a freight train, the violent force of it enough to have you sobbing around San’s cock. You tremble and shake as electricity surges through you, only held up by San and Wooyoung’s hold on you.

Your garbled cries take San over the edge with you, though he still has enough restraint to pull back slightly, no longer nudging against your gag reflex. He shudders with a tight hiss, clumsy fingers catching in your hair as he spills hot seed inside your mouth.

You almost choke again; it’s messy, and there is a lot, leaving you to wonder if San has been abstaining before the match. Lately you certainly haven’t done more with them than casual texts or hangouts, but can make no assumptions about what he and Wooyoung get up to when you’re not around.

You try your best not to swallow it down — and not spill a single drop, either. At the latter, you don’t succeed entirely, a thin wet trail dribbling down your lips when San pulls out and slumps back onto the couch with a final, loud groan. But when Wooyoung gets out from underneath to sit next to you, and pushes a thumb on your bottom lip to show him, you can proudly stick out your tongue to him, sticky whiteness on display.

“Good girl,” Wooyoung purrs, fondly cupping your cheek. “Don’t even need me to tell you anymore, huh? So well-behaved for us.”

You moan contently at the praise, and again when Wooyoung eagerly puts his lips on you, sloppily lapping up San’s cum from your chin, your lips, until his tongue invades your mouth for a proper meal. You can taste yourself on him while Wooyoung tastes San, who is watching it all with a small, cocky grin, teeth flashing at you.

Wooyoung lets out a needy moan as he drinks deep, his tongue sliding against yours in a heady dance. He grabs for your hand, guiding you down to his still-hard cock, hot and weeping precum. Your fingers are still messy and slick, making it easy for you to jerk him off while he continues to hungrily kiss you, licking up every last drop he can reach.

It’s less of a challenge to make Wooyoung whimper, but the sound is no less exciting for it, his high-pitched moans like music to your ears. He cums messily in your hand, some spilling onto your dress. With a final bite to your bottom lip, he pulls away from your mouth, eyes heavy-lidded and looking thoroughly fucked out, lips swollen and shiny from the essences of both you and San. You grin at him, lifting your hand to suck his cum off your fingers.

Only then do you turn to San, who is indulging himself with slow strokes on his cock while he still watches you and Wooyoung intently.

“Congratulations on the match,” you say casually, cum-stained fingers lingering on your lips.

San’s grin returns to his face and he grabs your hand to pull you into his lap…where you finally get to kiss that bruise on the corner of his mouth. He winces as you press up to him, and you can hear Wooyoung grouse next to you.

“Be careful with him, alright? That’s my meal ticket you got there,” he complains, dusting himself off as he gets back on his feet.

But San wraps his arms around you, keeping you captive. “You don’t have to be that careful,” he murmurs against your mouth, his hands firmly planted on your ass as he grinds you against his crotch. The night is not over quite yet.

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An indeterminate time and a thorough shower later, you are sitting snugly between San and Wooyoung on their shabby old couch. They graciously borrowed you some clothes, leaving you cosily wrapped in a pair of San’s sweats and one of Wooyoung’s oversized hoodies. In your hands you have freshly delivered takeout, enjoying a hot meal together with the guys.

Their treat, of course.

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mimimui · 1 year

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bllk boys as your not-so bf

includes: isagi, bachira, chigiri, nagi, reo, rin

tags: use of profanity, use of 'babe', one-sided(?), angst if you squint hard enough, discord in nagi's

a/n: inspired by my not-so bf (we don't talk anymore) :b srsly idk if that guy actually liked me or not but anyway .. enjoy !

even if he's at soccer training, he answers all your texts right away. you've seen him reply, or rather, not reply, to his other friends whenever he was with you. it feels as if isagi gives you special treatment, but in reality, you barely talk in real life. he pays you no mind when you pass by him, as if you were strangers. sure, he can act like that all he wants, but he can't forget all the late night talks you had.

you've shared secrets, fears, ambitions, and questions with each other. you've exchanged greetings, selfies, and "i love you"s, yet he's able to act as if you're nothing more to him. you look at him and there's a familiar pang in your heart, one you've experienced many times before.

how much longer is he going to hide his true feelings for you? does he have feelings at all?

the morning of the sleepover your friend hosted, you and bachira lie down comfortably on the bed, clicking through your friends' instagram stories. you're on his chest and his head is on your shoulder, him being the one clicking through while you hold your phone. he occassionally makes comments about them, saying things like "that was funny" or "ooh that one's pretty, introduce me sometime?"

you frown at his comment, but he doesn't see it. you two are always so close, holding hands and whatnot. you're always mistaken as a couple, but bachira denies it quicker than you do, which is a sign you should probably take. when you all go home, your friend sends you a picture they took of you and bachira on the bed and teases you.

your heart wrenches as you tell them "we're just friends."

you share a lot of your things with chigiri, and he does the same. you always find him asking to borrow your hairbrush, if he can take a bite of your food, use your phone, and more than you can remember. can you recall when you let him use your shirt after training? yeah, that was the only thing of yours he never gave back. why would he even keep that shirt?

on his way home, his teammates asked him if the shirt belonged to his significant other. he pauses for a moment, but then ultimately denies even having one. you get a bit irritated at times, and he has to snap you out of your thoughts at the cafe you two frequent. here you are, once again sharing a drink with one straw. yes, one.

from all the indirect kisses you've shared, you should actually just kiss at this point.

you and nagi play video games together everyday. you're always seen duoing together, so a lot of people mistake you two for a couple. after soccer training, nagi's quick to turn on his computer and ask you to play games with him. fps, rpg, horror... you've played so many games together you've lost count.

in vc, he hears you groan and he stifles a laugh. you complain the player that killed you is cheating as you click through the players to spectate nagi. when you're about to mention the flank, he says something that makes your heart pound. maybe you're imagining it, or maybe it's because of a shitty headset, but did he just call you 'babe'?

you shake your head, brushing it off. you probably just heard wrong.

reo connected his online payment to your food apps, so you don't have to pay for your orders. you refused at first, but as your face recognition detects his face, your phone was now his domain. he tells you to order food whenever you want, and not to tell him when you do, he doesn't mind.

but as you see him carrying an extra lunchbox with food he made himself, you wonder who he's going to give it to. you're not bothered, of course, it was just a cooked lunch. made by reo. personally. you mentally slap yourself for thinking about it so much. are you even allowed to be jealous of the lunchbox's recipient? you're just reo's friend, and you already have access to his online wallet, so what's the problem?

yeah... what's the problem?

he's annoyingly good at minesweeper. rin effortlessly completed the board, while you're still stuck deciding between the bottom or top tile. he acts nonchalant about his umpteenth win that day, but you know he wants to brag about it to you so bad.

you sigh in defeat, asking him for another rematch, which he gladly agrees to. and, just like all other times, he completes his board first. this time, instead of laughing at you for being slow, he takes your device and completes the board for you. he complains you take too long, and that he gets impatient when his love isn't done with the game.

wait. his what?

thanks for reading (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

#blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #isagi x reader #bachira x reader #chigiri x reader #nagi x reader #reo x reader #rin x reader

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corvidae-00 · 4 months

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if your comfortable writing this, can i request joost with a reader who sh? he accidentally finds out by their sleeve accidentally sliding down or something (im on the brink of relapsing and i need angst with comfort 😭😭 not forcing tho lol, if ur uncomfortable writing this don't force yourself!!!)

A/n: I’m totally okay doing this! As someone who has fought this battle I totally get it and I hope you are okay Anon!! You have people who love you and you are so special in your own ways! Beautiful inside and out 🫶 I hope this helps and know you are never alone!! My DMs are always open honey

CW: SH, angst, sensitive topics, Joost being a sweetheart,

YOU ARE LOVED!! be safe everyone!

988 (suicide prevention)

It had been a pretty hot day in the Netherlands and your boyfriend Joost was set on taking you on a hike! Which would have been totally okay if you hadn’t just gone through a relapse… you don’t even know why it happened or what set you off, you cleaned them pretty well but they were still tender and you knew you couldn’t convince Joost to cancel the hike that he was so dead set on.

“Long sleeves, eh?” He blinks at you in suprise his owlish expression kinda funny “yeah! It’s a cute shirt!” You blow him off waving your hand dismissively and your boyfriend nods with a shrug “it is cute you got me there” he pinches your cheek before leaning down and giving you a big ol kiss on the cheek before peppering your face with them. The sunshine that your boyfriend is always makes you feel so free and warm. “Let’s go!! I want to get there before it gets packed!” He chirps taking your hand and pulling you out to the car after making sure you had enough water and packed the sun screen

After hiking for a few hours you and Joost found the most beautiful ledge looking over a beautiful river covered with pine trees and mountains as far as the eyes can see. “Wow” you mutter wiping your brow and fanning the neck of your shirt “that’s breathtaking” you mutter and Joost chuckles looking over at you “it is isn’t it? But the view infront of me is even better” he purrs and you look over at him blushing madly “don’t even with me” you laugh covering your face with your hands leading to Joost wrapping his arms around you in a big hug “let’s take a selfie!” He says tugging his phone out of his pocket “say cheese schat!” He puts the phone out in front of you two

As the sun gets closer and closer to setting the more you forget about your arms to busy listening to Joost tell you about random things he knows about the wilderness or just random facts he finds interesting. Without thinking you tug your sleeves up to your elbows to help the air circulate through your clothes and cool you off. Joost looks back at you mid laugh at a dumb thing he had brought to your attention about ducks “and then I learned that buffalo!-“ he stops taking a quick glance down at your revealed arms and pauses- and then you watch his face go through a few different emotions- landing on devastation “schat…” he mutters stepping towards you like you might run. Realizing your fatal mistake you can sense the color draining from your features

“Joost I-“ you try to come up with excuses or reasons but you come up empty “I’m-“ you stop feeling your boyfriend slowly pull you into his chest and wrap his arms delicately around you “why would you feel the need to hurt…” he questions searching for the words through his broken English “I don’t know…” you respond honestly not trying to move your arms or run away- just leaning into Joost like a life line “I’m so sorry-“ you start but joost shushes you softly shaking his head “don’t be sorry, you aren’t in trouble and you have nothing to be sorry for” joost says pulling away and gently bringing your arms up to his face kissing around the sounds careful not to irritate them or cause you pain “come to me next time my love” Joost mutters gently looking up at you “please allow me to help you” he pleads and you nod starting to tear up “okay..” you whisper and Joost straightens up and kisses you passionately “I love you with everything I am. I love you for any amount of time your head can come up with and more.” He confesses “and even more than that” he runs his fingers through your hair “I love you” he wipes away your tears and holds you close

When you two got home Joost had pulled you into bed and kissed you more times than you could count praising you and rubbing your back “you are beautiful. So beautiful” joost says softly between the two of you “beautiful”

A/N I hope you all know how loved you ALL are!!! I may not know everyone but I love everyone and no matter how hard your battle is never give up! You are all so strong!

Sorry if this seemed rushed or wasn’t that good…I’m on my phone and at work 😂 but I saw this request and knew I needed to get it out!!

I love you all!!!!!!

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ohdeerfully · 7 months

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Headcanons! Alastor with a plush demon reader :3 like readers sinner form is a plush! Because I love height differences and it sounds real cute

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hi 🃏🐱!! i wrote this more platonically, so it could be read either way, but i might write a more romantic flavored one too :3! sorry its rather short, i hope you enjoy it anyway!

edit: after rereading the request i realized u asked for headcanons but i wrote a whole oneshot im </3 *knocks on my head and it sounds hollow*

Alastor x Plushie!Reader

PLATONIC fluff TW: none! readers kind of a weirdo by accident

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It was no surprise that you became popular in hell very quickly after manifesting. You were often stopped in the streets by people wanting to squish your soft skin, and some people wanting selfies.

I mean, who wouldn’t fall in love with a living stuffed animal? You were very likely the first of the kind.

There was one demon, however, that seemed immune to the charm. No matter how many times you stood on his lap, your giant squishy paws pressed onto his chest, looking at him with your shiny button eyes… he just would not yield. And it frustrated you to no end.

So, you had made it your life—or, death—goal to get him to squish your plushy skin. Even if you had to force him to.

It started with you merely sitting next to him at every opportunity, swinging your legs against the cushion of the couch. Your legs barely reached over the edge; you were quite short. Sitting next to Alastor felt like sitting next to a skyscraper.

You would lay down, sit up again, roll onto your back, over and over again, trying to get his attention on you. He wouldn’t ignore you, per say, as he would respond to your conversations politely, albeit a bit condescending in his typical manner; but, his hands never left the comfort of being folded neatly in his lap.

It got to the point where you were practically laying yourself on top of him, getting desperate now. But, every time, he would simply grab you under the arms and easily set you a foot or so away from him. He would give you a quick pat on the head, but you wanted more than that. Every pat on the head felt like a cruel reminder that he wanted nothing to do with you.

Your frustration has even caused you to get upset with Niffty a few times. While on one hand it was awesome to know another demon that was of similar height, on the other hand it pissed you off at how easily she seemed to grab his attention. Though, she was also just overall more insane—it’d be hard for anybody to ignore her.

You had to admit, though, that the lack of his attention only made your intrigue in him grow exponentially. In a Hell where you were stopped on every corner of the road, in every store, Alastor stood out to you. How come, of all the demons out there, even some of the cruelest in the Pride Ring, the one demon you were actually interested in… could care less about you? Sure, the only reason you were interested in him was because of this very fact, but still! Why?

You had gotten fed up. Alastor was in the midst of, again, picking you up off of himself, when he paused holding you midair at the look of fury on your face. You saw his grin widen in a sinister manner, and his eyebrows quirk quizzically.

“What a huge expression for a face so little,” He laughed shortly. You hated the way his laughter crackled with radio static, and how it practically mocked you.

“You. Are such. A jerk!” You cried, swinging your legs in an attempt to kick his chest. You missed by a longshot, as he held you out as far as his arms could stretch. He only continued to watch you, amused.

“Just pet me!” You cried. You immediately halted after saying that, arms frozen mid-flail. You realized instantly how weird that was to say, especially to Alastor. And he knew, too, evident in the way his eyes narrowed at you and he rushed to place you down on the floor. You struggled to maintain eye contact when he stood back up, his height being the actual physical manifestation of impending doom. His hands brushed down the sides of his coat.

“I believe it makes sense for you to be a stuffed animal,” He said matter-of-factly. “Because of how utterly childish you are.”

You couldn’t help but stomp your foot at his statement; and his grin stretched at being proved right. But, like, come on! Yeah, what you said was kind of weird as fuck, but you weren’t in the wrong or anything! It’s only natural.

His gaze shifted up and ahead of himself, and your shoulders slumped in defeat. Another failed attempt.

That was, until you felt a clawed finger touch against your head and briefly scratch at your velvety skin, right behind your ear. You looked up, shocked, towards Alastor’s unreadable expression. The touch was very brief, and he stood and walked away without another word, leaving you standing there awestruck.

You shook yourself and bounced after him, trying to call his attention again but he ignored you. You opted to just follow him around for a bit, at least until he made it obvious you should leave him alone. He had his hands folded behind his back, a tune humming in his mouth as he walked down the halls. Alastor would never admit it to you, but he did find you rather cute, in a similarly chaotic way to Niffty. You weren’t quite as unhinged, but you had an entertaining amount of spunk and confidence, which he found sort of funny—so much personality squished into one tiny body. You sort of reminded him of a stuffed animal he had when he was a boy.

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agirlnamedelia · 29 days

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Live and Unfiltered || Levi x Reader

Genre:Smut & Streamer AU Warnings: NSFW, Strong Language, Phone Sex, Exhibitionism, Teasing, Overstimulation, Dom/Sub Dynamics Pairing: Levi x FEM!Reader Synopsis: After being teased all day, Levi finally put matters into his own hands making you hold in a moan in front of his friends.

You had just walked through the door of your apartment, arms full of pastries from the local bakery. The delightful smell of fresh pastries filled the space as you carefully set the boxes on the kitchen counter. Levi was in the other room, deep into his streaming session. His voice, sharp and commanding, drifted from the streaming room where his fans were watching him play and chat.

You couldn’t help but smile at how focused he was. Levi’s streaming setup was quite impressive: dual monitors, high-quality microphone, and an elaborate backdrop. His fans loved his gruff demeanor and skillful gameplay, but you knew there was a softer side to him that only you got to see.

You took a quick glance at your phone to check if Levi had sent any messages. He had texted you earlier, asking you to pick up some pastries. As you pulled out your phone to text him back, you heard his voice rise above the chatter of his stream.

“Alright, team, let’s get this raid going,” Levi said, his tone intense but laced with a hint of amusement. “We’re gonna show them what we’re made of.”

You walked over to the streaming room, the pastries still warm and smelling heavenly. Levi’s door was slightly ajar, so you pushed it open gently. He glanced over at you, his eyes brightening with a hint of surprise.

“Perfect timing,” he said with a smirk. “You got the pastries?”

You nodded, setting the boxes down on a nearby table. “Yep. I brought the usual assortment. Figured you might need a break from gaming.”

Levi’s eyes lingered on the pastries for a moment before he turned back to his screen. “Thanks. I’ll dig in after this match. Try not to make too much noise, alright? I don’t want to distract the viewers.”

You chuckled softly. “I’ll try. But you know me—always making noise.”

Levi shot you a playful glare before returning his focus to the game. “Just don’t distract me too much. I’m in the zone.”

You walked back to the kitchen, grabbing a few pastries for yourself. As you munched on a flaky croissant, you could hear Levi’s voice rising and falling with the ebb and flow of his game. Occasionally, he would engage with his viewers, answering questions and bantering with them.

Despite his stern demeanor, you could tell he enjoyed the interaction. It was one of the reasons you loved watching him stream. It was a side of Levi that was different from the one he showed in private.

While you savored your pastries, you thought about how you might amuse yourself for a bit. Maybe you could take a few selfies to send to your group chat. It was a fun distraction, and Levi’s stream was the perfect background for some candid shots.

As you considered your next move, Levi’s voice cut through your thoughts. “Alright, everyone. Let’s take a quick break. I’m gonna grab a snack. Be right back.”

You smiled, knowing this was your chance. You walked over to the door of the streaming room and peered in. Levi was leaning back in his chair, stretching his arms as he prepared to take a break. You could tell he was relaxed, his usual intense focus momentarily paused.

This was your opportunity to have a little fun.

Quietly, you slipped out of the streaming room and made your way to your bedroom. Your mind was racing with anticipation, imagining the playful reaction Levi might have when he saw you in your new outfit. You pulled open your closet, carefully selecting the lacy lingerie you had picked out recently—a delicate black set with intricate floral patterns that you knew would accentuate your curves.

You took your time getting dressed, savoring every moment as you slipped into the silky fabric. The lace felt luxurious against your skin, and the way it hugged your body made you feel both sexy and confident. You checked yourself in the mirror, adjusting the straps and smoothing out the material to ensure everything looked perfect.

Once you were satisfied with your appearance, you walked over to the doorframe of the streaming room. The room was illuminated by the soft glow of Levi’s computer monitors, casting a faint light that danced across the room. You could see him in the dim light, his back turned as he rummaged through a snack drawer, completely unaware of your presence.

Carefully, you opened the door just a crack, making sure it was only slightly ajar so Levi wouldn’t spot you. You positioned yourself in the doorway, making sure the frame obscured most of your body from the camera’s view. You took a deep breath, feeling a thrill of excitement as you prepared to make your entrance.

From your vantage point, you could see Levi’s focused expression as he scanned through the chat messages, responding to his viewers with brief, witty comments. His concentration was intense, and you could tell he was deeply immersed in the stream. This made your little surprise all the more thrilling.

With a playful smirk, you placed your hand on the doorframe and leaned against it, letting the light catch the lace of your lingerie just enough to hint at what lay beneath. You could feel your pulse quicken as you caught a glimpse of Levi’s reaction in the dim lighting. He seemed to be engrossed in something on his screen, his eyes darting between different windows.

You carefully took out your phone and began snapping a few photos, trying to capture the moment without being too obvious. The camera on your phone clicked softly, and you made sure the angle was perfect, showcasing the lace and the way it accentuates your figure. You knew Levi loved surprises, and this one was sure to catch his attention.

As you continued to take pictures, you heard Levi’s voice rise in excitement. “Alright, folks, I’m back. Let’s get this show back on the road.” His tone was casual, but you could sense a note of eagerness in his voice.

You couldn’t help but giggle softly at his obliviousness. He was so focused on his stream that he hadn’t noticed the slight shift in the room’s atmosphere. You took a few more photos, making sure to capture every angle. You could already imagine the look on his face when he finally saw what you had been up to.

Just as you were about to take one final picture, you heard Levi’s voice call out, “Hey, if anyone’s got any more questions, now’s the time to ask!” He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head as he prepared to dive back into the game.

You knew it was time to make your exit. With a final, triumphant smile, you quietly closed the door and tiptoed back to the kitchen. You could hear Levi’s voice fading as he resumed his stream, completely unaware of the surprise you had just set up for him.

You took a moment to compose yourself, your heart still racing from the thrill of the prank. You pulled out your phone and sent a few of the photos you’d taken to your group chat. The responses were quick and enthusiastic, with your friends praising your daring choice and playfulness.

As you waited for Levi to finish his stream, you couldn’t help but imagine how he would react when he discovered the photos. The thought of him seeing you in that seductive lingerie, all set up for him, made your cheeks flush with anticipation.

You busied yourself with tidying up the kitchen, checking your phone periodically for any messages from Levi. You knew he would be finished with his stream soon, and you were eager to see his reaction to your little surprise.

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Levi’s stream had just gone on a brief intermission, giving you the perfect chance to indulge in a bit of playful mischief. After dressing up in the lacy lingerie you had recently bought, you were eager to see Levi’s reaction. The set was elegant yet provocative—black lace with intricate patterns that framed your curves enticingly.

You hurriedly slipped into the lingerie, admiring yourself in the mirror. The delicate fabric felt luxurious against your skin, making you feel both confident and alluring. With the addition of thigh-high stockings and a silk robe, you were ready to tease him a little.

Carefully, you walked back towards the streaming room. You could hear Levi’s voice coming from the other side of the door, his tones relaxed and conversational as he interacted with his viewers. The stream was paused, and this was your chance to have a bit of fun.

You positioned yourself by the slightly ajar door, making sure not to be seen by the camera. You could hear Levi’s voice growing closer as he prepared to get back into the game. Holding the robe open just enough to reveal a hint of the lingerie beneath, you peeked through the doorframe.

From your vantage point, you had a clear view of Levi in his chair. He was stretching and getting ready to resume his stream. The way he leaned back, oblivious to what was happening outside the door, made your pulse quicken. You took a deep breath and decided it was time to make your presence known.

With a playful smile, you slowly pushed the door open a bit more. Levi’s eyes were focused on his screen, and you made sure to stay just out of view from the camera. You swayed your hips slightly as you moved, letting the robe part just enough to give a tantalizing glimpse of your outfit.

You heard Levi’s voice pause mid-sentence as he noticed movement in his peripheral vision. He looked up, his gaze shifting toward the door. His eyes widened in surprise as they fell on you, framed by the doorway, dressed in nothing but the seductive lingerie and the teasing robe.

“What the—” Levi’s voice trailed off as he stared at you, a mix of shock and intrigue etched on his face.

You gave him a teasing wink, leaning slightly against the doorframe. “Surprise,” you said, your voice soft and playful. “Thought I’d give you a little distraction.”

Levi blinked, clearly taken aback. His usual cool demeanor was replaced by a look of stunned amazement. “You’re unbelievable,” he said, shaking his head slowly. “What are you doing?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, trying to look innocent despite the mischievous glint in your eyes. “Just thought I’d brighten up your stream,” you said, your tone teasing. “You looked like you could use a break.”

Levi’s eyes roamed over you, taking in the provocative sight. The lace of your lingerie peeked through the open robe, and you could see the effect it was having on him. His expression was a mixture of disbelief and arousal.

“You’re really pushing your luck,” Levi said, his voice a low growl. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?”

You smiled, enjoying the effect you were having on him. “Oh, I have a pretty good idea,” you said, stepping a little closer to the doorframe. “But I thought you might enjoy it.”

Levi swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure. “You’ve definitely managed to distract me,” he said, his voice softening. “But I need to get back to the stream. I can’t just leave everyone hanging.”

You pouted playfully, reluctant to end the teasing just yet. “Can’t you take a little more time?” you asked, your voice dripping with charm. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”

Levi’s eyes flickered with amusement, but he shook his head. “You’re incorrigible,” he said with a chuckle. “And now I’m going to have to work even harder to get my focus back.”

You giggled, stepping back slightly but still maintaining your teasing posture. “Alright, alright. I’ll let you get back to work,” you said with a wink. “But don’t think this is over. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Levi gave you one last lingering look before turning back to his screen. “You’re definitely going to pay for this,” he said, his voice low but teasing. “You’ve earned yourself a little extra attention later.”

You smiled, feeling a thrill of excitement at his words. As you quietly closed the door, you could hear Levi’s voice shift back into his streaming persona, the chat buzzing with renewed energy. You knew that this was just the beginning of your playful interactions, and you were already looking forward to the next round.

The mood in the streaming room was charged, a palpable mix of tension and anticipation. Levi, visibly frazzled from your earlier teasing, was trying to compose himself as you approached him. The playful game had stirred both of you up, and the air between you was electric. Just as Levi was about to address you, his phone buzzed with an incoming call, interrupting the moment.

He glanced at the screen and groaned, recognizing the caller ID. It was his friend group, and they were supposed to discuss their plans for the next event. Levi hesitated, clearly torn between handling the call and addressing you. You could see the frustration in his eyes as he reluctantly answered.

“Hey, what’s up?” Levi said, his tone a mix of irritation and resignation.

“Levi! We were just trying to figure out what to do for the next stream,” came the voice of one of his friends. “We need to discuss the schedule and some ideas for new content.”

Levi sighed, clearly distracted. “Alright, give me a minute.” He shot you a frustrated look, signaling that he’d be occupied for a short while. You could see that the call was important, but you also noticed the way his gaze lingered on you, betraying his thoughts of the earlier teasing.

While Levi spoke to his friends, you decided to stay close, your body pressed lightly against his. The proximity and the way Levi’s hand rested on your lower back hinted at his inner struggle to stay focused on the conversation. You could feel his hand occasionally brushing against your thighs, sending shivers up your spine.

You were acutely aware of Levi’s growing tension. As he spoke animatedly into the phone, his grip on your waist tightened. His fingers brushed the edge of your thigh, dangerously close to your inner regions. Every so often, his touch lingered, making it difficult for you to ignore the heat building between your legs.

“Yeah, yeah, I hear you,” Levi said into the phone, his voice tight with suppressed desire. He shifted slightly in his chair, inadvertently pressing his body closer to yours. His hand slid lower, his fingers lightly squeezing your ass, making your breath catch.

“Levi, are you even listening?” came another voice from the call, clearly noticing his distracted demeanor.

Levi’s eyes flickered with frustration. “Yeah, just—” His voice trailed off as his hand inadvertently brushed against the fabric of your lingerie. The contact was fleeting but intense, making you gasp softly.

You could see Levi’s resolve wavering. His friends continued to chatter on the call, discussing various ideas and schedules, but Levi’s attention was clearly divided. His hand, now more deliberate, slid slowly from your waist to your thighs. His fingers brushed teasingly close to the edge of your panties, sending waves of heat through you.

“You’re really pushing it today,” Levi muttered under his breath, more to himself than to his friends. His gaze was fixed on you, his eyes dark with barely contained desire. You could feel his fingers pressing slightly, teasing the sensitive skin near your inner thighs.

“You need to focus, Levi,” one of his friends said sharply, clearly annoyed at his distraction.

Levi nodded absently, his attention split between the conversation on the phone and the escalating arousal he was experiencing. “Yeah, I’ll get on it,” he said, his voice strained. His fingers continued their slow, deliberate journey, brushing against your panties with tantalizing regularity.

You leaned closer to him, your breath warm against his ear. “It’s not easy to focus when you have such distractions,” you whispered, your voice husky and teasing. The effect of your words was immediate; Levi’s grip tightened momentarily, his fingers pressing more firmly against you.

Levi’s knuckles whitened as he tried to maintain his composure. “I can’t do this right now,” he said through gritted teeth. “I need to finish this call.”

You chuckled softly, enjoying the way your teasing was affecting him. “Sure thing,” you said, stepping back slightly but still within his reach. “Just let me know when you’re done.”

Levi’s friends on the call continued to discuss various topics, oblivious to the intense interaction happening in the streaming room. Levi’s frustration was palpable as he tried to redirect his focus back to the conversation, but his touch on you remained, dangerously close to crossing the line.

“Alright, alright, I’ll talk to you guys later,” Levi finally said, ending the call abruptly. He glanced at you, his eyes smoldering with a mix of irritation and desire. “Now, where were we?”

You smiled, feeling a surge of satisfaction at having pushed him to this point. “I’m all ears,” you said, your voice soft and inviting. “What’s next on the agenda?”

Levi stood up from his chair, his movements deliberate and controlled despite the evident tension in his body. He reached for you, his hand sliding from your waist to your hips, pulling you closer. The closeness of his body and the intensity of his touch made your heart race, and you could feel the heat between you growing.

His lips were just inches from yours as he looked into your eyes. “You’ve been a real handful today,” he said, his voice low and filled with unspoken promise. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Levi's phone buzzed just as the tension between you reached its peak. He glanced at the screen, his expression darkening with annoyance. It was his friend group, calling to discuss plans for their next stream collaboration. You could see the conflict in his eyes—torn between dealing with the call and continuing the charged moment with you.

“Just great,” Levi muttered under his breath as he picked up the call. “Yeah, what’s up?” he answered, his voice a mix of irritation and restraint.

On the other end of the line, the familiar voice of one of his friends filled the room. “Levi, we need to finalize the details for the next stream. We’ve got to talk about the schedule and ideas.”

Levi's grip on your waist tightened, and he guided you to sit on his lap. The sudden closeness made your breath hitch as you settled onto him, feeling the hard press of his body beneath you. His hands rested firmly on your hips, holding you in place as he listened to his friends’ chatter.

“Uh-huh,” Levi responded distractedly, his attention clearly split between the conversation and the way your body pressed against his. He shifted slightly beneath you, the motion sending a wave of heat through your core. His grip on your waist tightened, his fingers digging into your skin with barely restrained desire.

You could feel Levi's growing tension, his body rigid beneath yours as he struggled to maintain focus on the call. His hands moved from your waist to your thighs, brushing the sensitive skin just below the hem of your skirt. The contact was light but deliberate, teasing in a way that made it difficult for you to stay still.

“Yeah, I hear you,” Levi muttered into the phone, his voice strained. His hand slid up your thigh, fingers grazing the edge of your panties, sending a shiver of anticipation through you. He was teasing you, deliberately prolonging the contact to keep you on edge.

Levi's friends continued to talk, oblivious to the tension building in the room. You could see Levi's jaw clench as he tried to concentrate on their words, but his fingers continued their slow, torturous journey along your thigh.

Without warning, Levi’s hand slipped between your thighs, fingers pressing against your clothed heat. You gasped softly, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. Levi’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, a small smirk playing on his lips as he watched your reaction.

“Levi, are you even listening?” one of his friends snapped, clearly frustrated by his distracted responses.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here,” Levi replied, but his voice was distant. His hand remained between your thighs, his fingers tracing slow circles over the thin fabric of your panties. The pressure was light, teasing, making you squirm in his lap.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape as Levi’s fingers pressed more firmly against you. The friction was maddening, building the tension inside you to an almost unbearable level. Levi’s eyes were locked onto yours, dark and filled with unspoken promise.

“You’re really testing my patience,” Levi muttered under his breath, his voice low enough that only you could hear. He adjusted his grip on your waist, holding you in place as his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your panties, teasing your slick entrance.

The sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper as Levi’s fingers brushed against your sensitive folds. His smirk widened as he felt your body respond to his touch, his fingers slowly plunging into you, filling you with a delicious pressure.

Levi’s pace was agonizingly slow at first, each movement calculated to drive you wild with need. He watched your expression intently, reveling in the way your body tensed and relaxed with each thrust of his fingers. You could hear his friends still talking on the phone, their voices a distant background noise as Levi continued to tease you.

“You need to behave,” Levi whispered, his lips brushing against your ear as he plunged his fingers deeper inside you, the slow pace making you ache for more. “We’re not done yet.”

You could barely focus on his words, your mind clouded with desire as his fingers moved inside you, stretching and filling you in a way that made you desperate for more. You tried to move your hips, to urge him to go faster, but Levi’s grip on your waist tightened, holding you in place.

“Be patient,” Levi murmured, his voice rough with barely contained desire. “You’ll get what you want.”

Just as you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, Levi suddenly changed the pace, plunging his fingers into you with a sudden intensity that made you cry out in pleasure. The sharp contrast between the slow, teasing motions and the sudden, fast thrusts sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, making your entire body tremble in his lap.

Levi’s friends were still talking, completely unaware of what was happening on Levi's end. Levi’s grip on your waist was almost bruising as he kept you in place, his fingers working you relentlessly, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Levi, we need to wrap this up,” one of his friends finally said, oblivious to the way Levi’s fingers were driving you wild. “Can we count on you for the next stream?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there,” Levi replied, his voice tight as he fought to keep his composure. He ended the call abruptly, tossing his phone aside without a second thought. His attention was fully on you now, and you could see the fire in his eyes as he looked down at you, still perched on his lap.

“Now, let’s finish what we started,” Levi growled, his voice low and dangerous. His fingers plunged into you again, fast and relentless, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You clung to him, your breath coming in short gasps as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

Levi’s mouth found yours, his kiss fierce and demanding as his fingers continued their merciless pace. The tension inside you built to a fever pitch, and you knew you were close, so close to falling over the edge.

“Come for me,” Levi whispered against your lips, his voice rough with need. His fingers thrust into you one final time, hitting that perfect spot that sent you spiraling into bliss. You cried out his name, your body shuddering with the force of your release as Levi held you close, his fingers never stopping until you were completely spent.

As the aftershocks of your orgasm rippled through you, Levi finally pulled his fingers from you, a satisfied smirk on his lips. He lifted you off his lap, turning you to face him as he cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently over your flushed cheeks.

“Good girl,” Levi murmured, his voice filled with pride and affection. “But don’t think for a second that we’re done.”

After the call, Levi didn’t waste a second. His intense gaze followed you as you adjusted your position on his lap, your breathing still ragged from the way he had teased and played with you. The lingering effects of your climax had left you sensitive, your body hyper-aware of every touch.

Levi’s fingers, which had just been inside you, now traced a path along your thighs, drawing out the tension that was still coiled tight within you. His eyes, dark and unreadable, met yours as he leaned back slightly in the chair, the leather creaking beneath his weight.

“You’re such a tease, you know that?” His voice was low and gruff, his words a mixture of admonishment and admiration.

You couldn’t help the small, mischievous smile that played on your lips. “Maybe,” you teased back, still breathless. “But you seem to like it.”

Levi’s lips curled into a smirk at your response. His hands, strong and sure, slid under your skirt again, brushing against the lacy fabric of your lingerie that still clung to your skin. He let out a low growl, the sound sending a thrill through you.

“Careful what you wish for, Y/n,” Levi warned, his voice a dangerous whisper. He tugged at the waistband of your panties, snapping the elastic against your skin. “Because I’m not going to stop until you’re begging me.”

Before you could respond, Levi’s hands moved to your waist, guiding you to stand up briefly. The cool air against your flushed skin made you shiver as he shifted his position, pulling you back down onto his lap, but this time with your legs spread on either side of his hips. The new angle brought you even closer, your bodies pressed tightly together.

You gasped as you felt the firm press of Levi’s arousal against you, the fabric of his pants doing little to hide the hardness beneath. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you down even more until you were completely seated on him, the pressure making you whimper with need.

“Fuck, Levi,” you breathed, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance. The heat between your legs was unbearable, your body aching for more. You wanted him, needed him, and the way he was looking at you made it clear that he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

Levi’s smirk widened at your reaction, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your hips as he held you in place. “You look so pretty like this,” he murmured, his eyes raking over your body with a mixture of lust and possessiveness. “So needy and desperate for me.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, your body instinctively leaning into him, seeking out more of the delicious friction that was driving you crazy. But Levi, ever the tease, wasn’t about to give you what you wanted so easily.

“Not yet,” he whispered, his voice firm as he shifted you slightly on his lap. One hand moved to your thigh, pushing it to the side to open you up even more, while the other hand slid beneath your panties, his fingers teasingly close to your entrance.

You bit your lip, trying to stay still, but it was impossible with the way he was touching you. Every nerve in your body was on fire, your senses heightened by the anticipation of what was to come. You wanted him to plunge his fingers into you, to fill you up and take you right there in the chair, but Levi was taking his time, savoring the way you were squirming in his lap.

“Levi, please,” you whimpered, unable to hold back the desperation in your voice. The slow, teasing pace was driving you insane, your body aching for more of his touch. You tried to move your hips, to grind down against him, but Levi’s grip on your waist tightened, holding you in place.

“You don’t get to decide the pace,” Levi growled, his voice low and commanding. His fingers slid along your folds, gathering your slick arousal before plunging into you without warning.

You cried out, your body arching against him as the sudden intrusion sent a shock of pleasure through you. Levi’s fingers were thick and skilled, plunging deep inside you with a slow, deliberate pace that made you see stars. He watched your reaction with dark satisfaction, his eyes never leaving your face as he continued to work you with his hand.

“That’s it,” Levi murmured, his voice a dangerous whisper as he increased the pace slightly. “I want to hear you, Y/n. Let me know how much you need this.”

You couldn’t hold back the moans that spilled from your lips as Levi’s fingers plunged deeper into you, his thumb brushing over your clit with just enough pressure to drive you wild. Your hips bucked against his hand, your body desperate for more of the intense pleasure he was giving you.

Levi leaned forward, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “Do you like this, Y/n?” he asked, his voice rough with desire. “Do you like the way I’m making you feel?”

“Yes, Levi,” you gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders for dear life as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you, the pace quickening with each thrust. The sound of your wetness filled the room, the obscene noise only adding to the intensity of the moment.

Levi’s free hand moved to your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh there as he continued to work you with his fingers. The pressure was almost too much, the pleasure building inside you until it was almost unbearable. You could feel your orgasm building, the familiar tightness in your lower belly telling you that you were close.

But Levi, ever the tease, suddenly slowed down, his fingers barely moving inside you as he pulled back just enough to keep you on edge. You whined in frustration, your body trembling with the need for release, but Levi wasn’t about to let you come just yet.

“Not so fast,” Levi whispered, his breath hot against your skin. “I’m not done with you yet.”

You whimpered, your hips bucking against his hand in a desperate attempt to get more of the pleasure you were craving, but Levi held you firmly in place, his fingers still moving agonizingly slow inside you.

“You’re mine, Y/n,” Levi growled, his voice filled with possessiveness as he plunged his fingers into you again, this time harder and faster. The sudden change in pace made you cry out in pleasure, your body jerking against him as he worked you with relentless precision.

Your mind was a blur of sensation, the pleasure almost too much to handle as Levi’s fingers continued their merciless assault on your senses. Every thrust sent a wave of pleasure through your body, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me, Y/n,” Levi commanded, his voice rough and demanding as he plunged his fingers deep inside you, hitting that perfect spot that made you see stars. “I want to feel you come around my fingers.”

That was all it took. With a final cry of his name, you came hard, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm as Levi held you close, his fingers still moving inside you to prolong your release. The pleasure was overwhelming, your mind completely consumed by the sensation of Levi’s fingers filling you up, pushing you over the edge again and again.

As the waves of pleasure finally subsided, Levi slowly withdrew his fingers from you, his hands moving to gently stroke your thighs as you came down from your high. You were completely spent, your body trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm as you slumped against him, your breath coming in short gasps.

Levi’s hands moved to cup your face, his thumbs brushing over your flushed cheeks as he looked into your eyes, his expression softening. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with pride and affection. “You did so well.”

You smiled weakly, still dazed from the intensity of the moment. On the other hand, Levi’s dark eyes drank you in, taking in your flushed cheeks, your parted lips, and the desperate look in your eyes. The way you were trembling in his grasp, the neediness radiating off of you, only fueled the fire burning inside him. His lips curled into a smirk, one that promised all sorts of delicious torment before he finally gave you what you were begging for.

“But you’ve been such a brat,” Levi murmured, his voice low and dangerous, sending shivers down your spine. “Teasing me all day, knowing exactly what it would do to me. Do you have any idea how badly I want you right now?”

Your breath hitched at his words, your body quivering with the need to be filled, to have him buried deep inside you. “Levi,” you whimpered, your voice trembling as you tried to grind your hips against him, but his grip on your waist tightened, holding you in place. “Please, I need you.”

Levi’s eyes darkened at your plea, his hands sliding down to your hips as he shifted beneath you, his arousal pressing against your core. The feeling of him so close, so hard, made you moan in anticipation, your body aching for him to finally take you.

“Say it again,” Levi growled, his voice rough as he slowly began to guide you down onto him, the tip of his cock brushing against your slick entrance. “Beg me for it.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest, your entire body trembling with need as you felt him tease you with shallow thrusts, his cock barely inside you. The sensation was maddening, every nerve in your body on fire as you tried to push down onto him, but Levi held you just out of reach, making you whimper in frustration.

“Please, Levi,” you begged, your voice a desperate whisper as you clung to his shoulders, your fingers digging into his shirt. “I need you inside me. Please, fuck me.”

Levi’s eyes flashed with dark satisfaction at your words, his grip on your hips tightening as he slowly began to push into you, the thick head of his cock stretching you open inch by inch. The feeling of him filling you up was intense, your walls clenching around him as he buried himself deeper inside you, making you moan in pleasure.

“Fuck,” Levi groaned, his voice rough with desire as he held you close, his breath hot against your ear. “You’re so tight.”

You whimpered in response, your hands clutching at his shoulders as you adjusted to the sensation of him inside you. The fullness was almost too much, the pleasure building inside you with each passing second as Levi continued to push deeper, his cock stretching you in the most delicious way.

“Levi,” you gasped, your voice trembling as you clung to him, your body shaking with the need for more. “Please, move. I need more.”

Levi’s lips curled into a smirk as he pulled back slightly, his hands guiding your hips up before slowly lowering you back down onto him. The slow, deliberate pace drove you wild, every inch of his cock dragging against your inner walls as he filled you up completely. The sensation was overwhelming, your body quivering with pleasure as Levi began to move, his thrusts slow and controlled, making you feel every inch of him.

“Is this what you wanted?” Levi murmured, his voice low and teasing as he continued to fuck you at a torturously slow pace. “To be filled up like this?”

You moaned in response, your head falling back as you lost yourself in the pleasure. The feeling of Levi’s cock inside you, the way he was stretching you open with each slow thrust, was driving you insane. You needed more, needed him to fuck you harder, faster, to push you over the edge.

“Please, Levi,” you begged, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried to move your hips, but Levi’s grip on your waist tightened, holding you in place. “Faster. I need you to fuck me harder.”

Levi’s eyes darkened at your plea, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he tightened his grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. “Such a needy little thing,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire as he finally gave in to your pleas.

Without warning, Levi’s hips snapped up, burying himself deep inside you with a powerful thrust that made you cry out in pleasure. The sudden change in pace sent a shock of pleasure through your body, your walls clenching around him as he began to fuck you in earnest, his thrusts hard and fast.

“Is this what you wanted?” Levi growled, his voice filled with satisfaction as he pounded into you, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you that made you see stars. “To be fucked like this?”

You couldn’t answer, your voice lost to the moans and cries of pleasure that spilled from your lips as Levi continued to fuck you with a relentless intensity. The sound of your skin slapping together filled the room, the obscene noise only adding to the intensity of the moment.

“Levi,” you moaned, your voice trembling as you clung to him, your body shaking with the force of his thrusts. “I’m so close.”

Levi’s eyes flashed with dark satisfaction at your words, his pace quickening as he drove into you with a force that made your entire body quiver. The pleasure was overwhelming, the sensation of his cock filling you up, hitting that perfect spot over and over again, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Come for me,” Levi growled, his voice rough with desire as he continued to fuck you with a brutal pace, his grip on your hips almost painful as he drove you toward your release. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”

His words sent you over the edge, your entire body tensing as your orgasm crashed over you with a force that left you breathless. Your walls clenched around Levi’s cock, milking him as waves of pleasure washed over you, your vision going white as you cried out his name.

Levi groaned at the feeling of you coming around him, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. The sensation of your tight walls squeezing him pushed him over the edge, his hips snapping up one last time as he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he came.

The feeling of Levi’s release filling you up sent another wave of pleasure through your body, leaving you trembling in his arms as you both rode out your orgasms. The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex as Levi held you close, his hands still gripping your waist as he slowly came down from his high.

For a moment, neither of you moved, the only sound in the room your ragged breaths as you clung to each other, your bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of your intense release. Then, slowly, Levi loosened his grip on your hips, his hands sliding up to cup your face as he leaned in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

“You did so well,” Levi murmured against your lips, his voice soft and filled with affection as he brushed a strand of hair out of your face. “Such a good girl.”

You smiled at his praise, your heart swelling with warmth as you melted into his embrace, your body still humming with the afterglow of your intense lovemaking. Levi’s arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he leaned back in the chair, his breath hot against your neck as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“We should do this more often,” Levi whispered, his voice laced with amusement as he nuzzled into your neck, his hands gently stroking your back.

You chuckled softly, the sound filled with contentment as you snuggled into his chest, your eyes fluttering closed as you let yourself relax in his arms. “I wouldn’t mind that,” you murmured, your voice filled with sleepy satisfaction as you pressed a kiss to his chest. “Not one bit.”

Levi’s arms tightened around you, his lips brushing against your temple as he whispered, “Good, because I’m not letting you go.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while longer, the warmth of each other’s embrace lulling you into a state of blissful contentment. Eventually, Levi gently lifted you off his lap, carefully setting you down on the couch as he stood up, pulling his pants back up.

“You should get some rest,” Levi said softly, his voice filled with tenderness as he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll clean up and join you in bed soon.”

You nodded sleepily, a small smile on your lips as you watched Levi tidy up the room, his movements efficient and careful as he made sure everything was in order. As he finished, he glanced back at you, his eyes softening as he saw you starting to drift off to sleep.

With one last look, Levi walked over to you, scooping you up in his arms as he carried you to the bedroom. The warmth of his embrace and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulled you further into sleep, your body completely relaxed as Levi gently laid you down on the bed.

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cherrychilli · 8 months

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Steve Harrington x AFAB reader, established relationship, brief mention of phone sex, consensual somnophilia, PIV sex, unprotected sex, creampie

A/N: Hit shuffle and Miss you much by Janet Jackson came on. Let's just say the lyrics spoke to me.

I just know that it feels wrong when I'm away too long it makes my body hot.

He can hear the difference in every soft huff of labored breath you release in the afterglow of your orgasm, a sound so sweet that he stills his own breathing to savor it clearly through the phone.

"You're gonna make me hard again if you keep that up", Steve warns, playful but there's some truth there too, stomach still warm and sticky with the pearlescent splatter of his own release.

You giggle back in response, pulling your slick fingers away from your clit, feeling your pulse beat down to your toes from the crescendo he'd talked you through.

"Can't wait until you're back home", you sigh into the phone, turning onto your side so that your cheek rests against the pillow that belongs to him. If you close your eyes, the lingering smell of him is enough to fool you into believing that he's right there beside you, even if only momentarily. "I miss having your hands on me."

A week away from each other shouldn't have felt as irksome as it had been but for a couple as active as the two of you were, those seven days apart had been harder for you to get through than you'd like to admit.

"Me too. Wish I wasn't getting back so late though", Steve groaned, reminded of his 3AM arrival time when he turns to eye the bedside table on which sat his passport and a plane ticket wedged inside.

Every dirty text, every lewd selfie and every nightly phone call that ended with the two of you touching yourselves to the sound of each other had him aching to get back to you.

The first thing he wanted to do after crossing the threshold of your shared home was pin you down and take you on the closest surface he could find but he's mindful to withhold himself because he knows how tired work has left you lately.

"Gonna take care of you just how you like when you're awake", he promises with a fond drawl.

There's a pause and when you don't respond he wonders if the line had disconnected again, something that happened semi-frequently and usually when he happened to be mid stroke. These long distance calls had been heaven and hell on his dick.

A quick glimpse at his phone screen shows there's no such interruption this time and your voice finally carries through, a slight but noticeable hesitancy coloring your tone now.

"We don't have to wait till later in the morning..."

Tell you on the phone I'm not the kinda girl who likes to be alone.

Steve listens to you trail off, a tender smile tugging at his lips. "Baby, I want it too but those shifts knock you out at the end of the day. I'm gonna need you all rested up okay, beautiful?".

As he always did when he felt you growing meek, he tries to assure you in that powdered sugar tone of his, all soft and sweet you sometimes worried he might dissolve on your lips were you to kiss him.

Another pause and this time he can hear you shifting in bed. He pictures your sweat glistened bare skin gliding along the sheets as you try to get more comfortable and fail because he knows you're the kind of person who can only truly be comfortable as long as your mind is at ease too.

"You don't have to wait, Stevie. I don't want you to wait."

The way you say it, though quiet, feels urgent. The crux of what you mean is scratching its way to the surface — not quite there yet but nearly so. Just a little ways more to go.

"Honey, I'm not following", he coaxes you gently for more details, sensing your vulnerability through the phone.

"I've been thinking about this for a while and there's something I want to try."

Steve listens intently, interest piqued. "Oh?"

"Sometimes I've thought about waking up to you— like, finding you on top of me..."you gulp, fingers tightening around your phone.

Steve remains silent but you know he's still listening, rapt.

"...finding you already inside me...", you add quietly.

Even when you're an entire time zone away, even when you're not able to see Steve's feelings reflected in those mossy hazel eyes of his, you can read his silence perfectly, able to tell the difference between the kind of pause that means he wants to inch away and one that means he wants to lean closer.

"You'd really be okay with that?", he finds his voice again, a little strained but hopeful.

Forget butterflies. You stir something much more fervid in him, rousing a cluster of sleepy dragonflies resting at the pit of his stomach to unfurl their opalescent wings and take flight within the confines of his chest.

Smiling hard, you feel your nerves dissipate, reassured by his excited lilt. "Yeah, I want to do that with you."

The next half hour was spent putting rules in place for the remainder of the phone call. Boundaries were discussed before you hang up after exchanging 'I love you's', both of you certain that sleep wont come easy tonight, the thrill of trying something new leaving you buzzing beneath your skin.

I'm rushing home just as soon as I can, I'm rushing home to see your smiling face and feel your warm embrace.

Steve leaves his hotel room the next day with you on his mind all throughout his flight and the way your soft, shy voice had described the way you'd wanted him to handle you when he returned home.

I want you to, Stevie. I promise, I want it, echoed like a melody in his mind.

You'd even sent him another message hours before while he was on the plane, phone dinging with a notification as soon as he'd landed and entered the cab.

I'm sure. Just like we talked about.

I'll be waiting.

I love you.

Steve's bags become an afterthought once he's inside your home, abandoned at the bottom of the staircase as he speeds upstairs to find you in the darkened bedroom, sleeping on your side, sheets pulled up to your shoulders. His stomach flips at how peaceful you look, knowing that in the hours before you had returned home you'd been on your feet all day, running between meetings, chasing that promotion you were up for.

Was this really okay? he wondered as he quietly unlaced his shoes and began to undress.

He scanned the bedside table for one last sign that tells him you've given him the green light, that you hadn't changed your mind since sending that last message.

He finds his answer.

Last night you'd told him — glass placed upside down on top of the coaster meant that you no longer wanted to go ahead with the plan you'd proposed. Glass placed right side up with the coaster placed over the rim meant you wanted him to touch you.

Seeing that glass placed right side up with the little black coaster balanced on the rim made his boxers feel tight and the dragonflies begin to beat their wings again.

Ridding himself of his underwear happens less smoothly than he'd intended, bumping his knee against the nightstand before he's able to get them off and kick them aside in an ungainly way. If you had been awake to see it it would have made you laugh because the excitement welling inside him had gotten the best of Steve, his veins pumping something electric through his livewire body.

He's more careful when he gently pulls the sheets off of your sleeping form, his throat feeling tight when he finds you dressed in a strappy, silky slip nightgown that barely concealed the curve of your ass.

Oh you had gone all out for this fantasy.

Placing a tentative hand on your knee, he slides it up to your thigh, inching the lacy hem of your slip up and swallowing hard when he finds that you're not wearing any panties underneath.

It's with a feather light touch that he reaches out and traces a finger over your folds, pulling the digit back to find your slick glistening on it like nectar, clear and glossy and slippery wet. Pressing the pad of his finger to his tongue, Steve salivates from the week long wait of wanting to be inside you again, sucking the taste of you down with a groan that rumbles in his chest.

His lips find your shoulder first when he climbs into bed, open mouthed kisses nearing your neck as his hand rubbed over your waist and hip. Growing more daring, he inches closer to spoon you, pulling you back gently so that he can grind his hard cock against your ass.

It's then that he can feel you start to stir, eyelids fluttering open, lips parting in a dreamy sigh.

"Don't stop"

Hearing the want in your voice, feeling your hand on his cheek and the way you push back against him for more was everything he needed to continue.

"Missed you", he whispers, squeezing the soft fat of your thighs.

He pulls your leg up over his hip, guiding his cock to your waiting entrance, pushing in slowly to feel your wet, satin smooth heat stretch around him and suck him in like you were made for him.

"Oh god, Steve— fucking missed you too", you moan, slowly departing the clutches of sleep.

Your movements are less precise than Steve's, still blinking your heavy eyelids to rid your vision of that sleepy haze, rolling your hips back in a rhythm that's falls just short of matching his.

It's a messy but passionate few seconds until you're both moving in sync, his cock dragging over that spot that makes the cadence of your moans climb high.

Steve curls a hand over your chest, squeezing your tits, pulling at your nipples just how you liked over your slip. "I'm not going to last long — fucking losing it...you're so goddamn wet and tight", he grunts into your shoulder, hiding how his cheeks have turned pink already, teeth grazing your skin.

Your own orgasm feels further away, still growing roots in the pit of your belly with every stroke of Steve's cock along your walls, yet to bloom into that spine tingling release you've missed so terribly during the past seven days.

"It's okay I want you to cum", you assure him but you know Steve too well. He's always going to make you come undone one way or the other.

It's with a knowing smile that you sigh contently when he brings his hand down between your legs, pressing circles to your clit urgently.

"Wanna feel you cum around me", he grits out, making you whine into the side of your pillow.

His touch lacks his usual gentle approach but it's what both of you need right now, a quick climb and a steep plunge to satiate that mutual ache.

"Fuck— okay, keep touching me there", you roll your hips back to meet his thrusts seamlessly.

His hips keep snapping into yours, pace faltering slightly and its not very long after that you feel him cumming inside you, spurts of creamy, tacky warmth pouring into your channel before you've reached your own climax but he doesn't stop, fingers still circling your clit to tip you over the edge, continuing to rut into you while he fills you up.

"Oh— Steve, yes", you whine out, eyes squeezing shut, nails threatening to rip your pillow case apart. You freefall into it, cumming with a strangled cry, hips twitching and jerking as you lose the rhythm you'd settled into, not that it matters anymore.

Cries turn to whimpers, then to gasps and breathy panting. When you come to it's the feeling of his lips on the back of your neck that tethers you to reality and brings you back down to earth, soft gentle kisses trailing down to your shoulder.

"Missed you", he keeps repeating, his cock starting to soften and slip out of you as he pulls out, hand damp on your waist.

You loathed sleeping next to that cold empty space those last seven days but he was here now to occupy it, so wonderfully warm and glistening with exertion, the same as you.

Your thighs shake when you begin to untangle yourself from being spooned so you can turn around to face him, his spend leaking from between your legs, his soft cock warm and wet against your thigh as your wrap yourselves up in each others arms. It's messy and sticky but you've never known a nicer feeling, cupping Steve's cheek as you kiss him tenderly.

"Welcome back"

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sometimesanalice · 2 years

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Oh Christmas Tree

Summary: Bradley’s never been one to look forward to the holidays, that is until he met you. He’s excited to do everything, including getting his very first real Christmas tree.

Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, allusions to smut. Minors DNI.

Length: 7.2K

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw X Female Reader

(What was supposed to be a quick fluffy Christmas fic, somehow turned into this, enjoy!)

The atmosphere at the Hard Deck was livelier than usual, the music seemed more upbeat and the voices a little louder. It was the first time in a while that the entire Dagger Squad was together in one place. News of the success of the Uranium Mission traveled fast and had been keeping them busy in the months that had followed.

Things seemed to settle down a bit as the holidays rolled around, some has dispersed home for Thanksgiving while a few others had been given last minute orders to ship out for a short mission. You’d been dying to take Bradley Bradshaw home to meet your parents in person, but he had been one of the few sent away only set to return the day after Thanksgiving.

You’re sitting across from Natasha at a high top near the pool tables in the back of the bar listening to Jake talk about his visit home, while your boyfriend next to you talks animatedly about something related to his latest mission with Bob.

“I shaved off an extra 5 minutes from the last Trot. Turns out I’m in even better shape than I was the last time I was home for Thanksgiving,” Jake brags smugly taking a swig of his beer from his nearly empty bottle.

“Wait, you come from a Turkey Trot family? That explains so much. Please tell me, you guys wear matching Seresin family shirts for it too,” you tease without remorse. “Oh! Or maybe those turkey leg bobble headbands?”

You hear Bradley snort into his beer as he drops a well-defined arm across your shoulders. He’s wearing one of your favorite Hawaiian shirts from his collection, and you’ve been having a hard time keeping your eyes and hands to yourself.

“Bradshaw! Are you going to let your girl trash talk me like that?” You turn to Bradley to see him smirk with a shrug at Jake’s indignation.

“I mean, if the headband fits,” he replies lifting his bottle up in cheers.

“Darlin’, you wound me. And for the record they don’t match, since we all get to decorate our own with those paints in the little squeeze bottles,” he says pointing his empty bottle at you before turning to Bradley, “And see if I ever save your smug ass again.” He walks away making his way to the bar for another beer.

“Formal petition to change his callsign to Turkey now. Him and Rooster could be the Bird Bros,” Natasha jokes after he’s out of earshot. “What about you, how was your trip home?”

“It was pretty good,” you feel Bradley start playing with the ends of your hair, while he picks his conversation with Bob back up. “Since my sister had the baby, my parents have been leaning into the new grandparent thing pretty hard. So I set to establishing myself as the fun wine aunt, and basically drank cranberry mimosas all day.” You pause to take a sip of your drink, “Which I regretted immediately the next day when my parents decided it was imperative that we all go to their favorite Christmas tree farm as soon as it opened to cut one down together. Baby’s first Christmas all.” You unlock your phone to pull up the folder you made of pictures from the visit, handing over your phone to let her scroll.

“Since they’re flying out to spend Christmas with my sister and her in-laws in Philly, I tried to talk them into an artificial tree. Which is blasphemy where I’m from, I’m pretty sure the state tree is the Douglas Fir. My family takes the tree hunt very seriously, there’s a science to it and everything,” you lean over to swipe past some of the selfies you took to show her the completed tree in your parents sitting room.

“However, as you can see, my attempt to talk them into the lower maintenance, yet slightly ostentatious, fluffy pink tree of my dreams was met with a hard pass,” you say laughing to yourself.

She swipes backwards a couple times on the pictures. “This one is cute, why didn’t you post this photo?” she asks holding your phone up showing a selfie of you at the tree farm.

“Which one? Let me see,” Bradley requests, his conversation with Bob now abandoned. He’s already leaning into you and reaching across the high top with his large hands to take the phone from Nat.

It was a photo of you that Bradley hadn’t seen before. You were pink nosed wrapped up in cozy looking scarf, surrounded by pine trees and grinning into the camera. And his heart swells at the sight of the image before him. It’s just so you.

“You really look pretty,” he states sincerely. He glances at you briefly to see a hint of a blush spread across your cheeks before turning his gaze back to the picture of you.

He’d known you had been just as eager as he was for to him come home with you to meet your parents in person. You had even concocted a plan that involved him to try and help you get your hands on your Aunt Christine’s corn soufflé recipe.

“My mom has tried to get it for years, and she refuses to share it with anyone!” you’d lamented to him one evening after a couple large glasses of wine. “She always says she’ll email it, but she never does!” You gesture wildly. He loved getting to know all sides of you, but two-drink you was a particular favorite of his.

“Mmm. Girlboss, gaslight, gatekeep,” he nodded along in solidarity.

“Exactly, Bradley! You get it!” You take another long, deep sip of your Merlot, your feet tucked under you on his couch. “Me with my wiles and you with your Rooster charisma, I think this might be the year! I’ll set the groundwork and you can lay the ruggedly-handsome-impossibly-sexy-American-hero-thing on thick,” he loved how animated you were getting and he was having a hard time keeping the indulgent smile off of his face. “And she’ll fall right into our trap and release the goods all while thinking she’s staring in her own Hallmark movie.” He knew he would do anything for you, what his girl wants she gets. If that involves some light to heavy flirting with your aunt, so be it. He was getting soufflé recipe for you one way or another.

However, those plans were quickly dashed when he got the mission orders at the last minute. His stomach was in knots when it came time to tell you, but you were quick to put him at ease by reminding him there was always next year. “Plus” you’d said, “it gives us a whole year to craft our Stealthy Soufflé Scheme. Although, maybe we can pop up in May or June? I want to show you all the sights, we can even go hiking! And I’m definitely planning on taking you on a beer tour.”

“That sounds like the perfect trip, Sweetheart. I’d love that. I’ll see about getting a request submitted first thing in the morning,” he was already setting a reminder in his phone so he wouldn’t get too distracted at work and forget. He wasn’t going to let you down again.

“Oh. That’s probably one I snapped really quick and forgot to send to Bradley. I was probably already spamming him too much as it was,” you answer in response to Natasha’s question. Even though you knew exactly why that one never made it his inbox.

Since you’d be spending the holiday apart, Bradley had requested that you send him pictures throughout your visit so that he didn’t feel like he was missing anything. You had sent him ones of you at the grocery store with your mom, of you holding your niece, a few silly ones fueled by too many champagne heavy mimosas, and some less family friendly shots of you in bed wearing the deep wine-colored lacy lingerie set you had planned to surprise him with. And then a few without the lingerie set too.

You had known he wouldn’t have the best reception, so you sent them as things happened knowing that he’d respond whenever he could. You just wanted them there waiting for him. However, a few days in was getting hard to know what was too much when all you could see were all your outgoing messages to him.

You had felt yourself getting a little self-conscious and started second guessing the things you sent, like the picture from the tree farm. You didn’t want to go overboard and scare him off or make it seem like you were rubbing his face in all the things he was missing while he was on assignment. You had just wanted him to know that you were thinking about him- which was pretty much all the time.

Turning your head to take him in next to you. He’s sitting there with a soft smile on his face while he is tapping away on your phone. When his phone lights up mere moments later, you realize he’d just sent the image to himself and was now paging through the folder looking for others.

“For being a Communications Specialist, you’re really bad about updating your own social media. That one was definitely worthy of making it to the grid,” Nat announces as she slides off the barstool taking Bob with her to go dominate on one of the pool tables.

Bradley hands you your phone back. “You know, I’ve never been to a Christmas tree farm. Or even had a real tree for that matter,” he murmurs a bit ruefully when it’s just the two of you, picking at the label of the bottle Natasha had left behind.

“When I was younger we only ever had a fake tree. And then after my mom passed, everything with Mav, and moving around so much I just kind of didn’t ever want to think about it. I never thought to get anything for myself.” He lets out a breath, shaking his head slightly. “I’m really happy you’re sticking around to show me the ropes this year,” he says earnestly, sounding much lighter than before.

The thought of him fending for himself for so long makes your heart hurt. You lean into him pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek. “I’m happy you want to spend the day with me,” you tell him brushing your nose against his as you pull away.

“I did my good daughter duties, but flying home during the one of busiest days of the year was enough for me. And I wouldn’t want to subject you to the Richardson’s by going to Philly, my parents call them the Dickardson’s for a reason,” making a face that causes him to laugh.

“We’re going to have the best Christmas together, I wouldn’t want to spend the day with anyone else.” This time when you pull him in for another kiss your lips are eager to meet his. The slide of his mouth against yours never fails to make your heart beat wildly in your chest.

You could spend days kissing Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw and never want to break for air. It’s only at the sound of someone’s loud wolf whistle that you break apart as you’re brought back the moment.

“You know, I’m still not over the fact that my girlfriend withheld such ‘compelling content’ from me,” he teases, using air quotes the buzzwords he’s heard you say from listening to one too many of your late night zoom meetings.

“It was the last day! You were getting in before me, and I thought you’d want the real deal instead. And to tell the truth, I didn’t know if I was overdoing it. I didn’t want to make you feel left out,” you explain honestly. You’ve always been the type to keep those insecurities to yourself, but you’ve been trying to do better. He makes you feel safe enough to open up without holding back.

“Sweetheart.” He picks up your hand his mustache brushing the back of it as he places a kiss there. “You could never overdo it. Spam away, send me everything. I love getting those pictures, it makes me feel closer to you. But, I do know how you could make it up to me.” As he sends a mischievous wink your way.

You’re hit with a brief vision of you on your knees before him in that wine-colored set he still has yet to see in person.

“Oh, do you?” You ease off your stool to stand in front of him, his legs automatically widening for you to step in between them.

“Wanna come help me pick out a tree this weekend?” he asks, slipping his hands into the back pockets of your jeans to tug you in even closer. “I hear you know a thing or two about picking out the best one,” his eyes crinkle around the edges as he smiles broadly at you.

You don’t bother fighting back the grin that takes over your face. “Stick with me, kid,” you say taking his sunglasses from where they rest against his chest and sliding them on, “I won’t lead you astray.”

Bradley had the best afternoon learning the ins and outs of selecting the perfect tree at the tree lot with you.

He had found a tree place with a festive name that was about 30 minutes away, it was probably a bit different than what you were used to, but he hoped you’d be happy with the options there. He had even called in advance to make sure they had the specific variety your parents usually got after texting with your dad to find out what he should be looking for.

He had wanted to pick you up from your apartment, but you had insisted on meeting him at his place since you had an early work meeting scheduled in the morning. And had greeted you with a coffee in hand from your favorite shop when you arrived.

He’d even worn the plaid flannel shirt you had bought for him when you were visiting home for the occasion. When he parked the Bronco in the lot, you had giddily exclaimed, “Bradley, look at all the trees! There’s way more than I thought there’d be. It smells like home!”

Once you were both out of the car you had grabbed his hand threading your fingers between his, and set off like a woman on a mission. He’d felt rather pleased with himself.

The outdoor speakers were playing the local Christmas radio station and there were rows and rows of trees under a few large white topped tents. He loved how seriously you were taking this, and if he wasn’t already totally enamored with you this would have sealed the deal.

You’d taught him how to determine its freshness, “You have to pull a needle off and see if it bends or snaps. If it snaps then it’s already way too dried out and you’re just purchasing a giant match stick.”

From there the came the scent test, “Now sniff the tree, you have to get your face in there. The stronger the tree scent the longer it will last.”

And finally, the aesthetics.

“I like mine a little girthy and on the fuller side, but that’s all a matter of personal preference. You want some gaps, so that the heavier ornaments can hang better, but not too many. And the top has to be straight, no one wants a lopsided tree topper.”

“That’s not the only thing you like full and girthy,” he couldn’t help but let slip out.

“Bradley, there are children here!” you admonished while looking around wide eyed, but that didn’t stop you from grazing the front of his jeans every chance you got.

So, when he managed to find what you excitedly deemed to be the “absolute most perfect tree!”, he couldn’t help but preen his face feeling a bit warm from the attention and praise you showered him with.

He’d hauled the tree up to the check out where it was bundled while he paid, and then carried it over his shoulder out to the Bronco. You’d trailed behind him carrying the wreath you’d picked out humming along with the music.

“Is there such a thing as a competence kink? Because this,” you had mused gesturing to him tying the tree down in the back, his hands tingling, “is definitely doing it for me.” He had just grinned and shaken his head at you, his face heating up a bit. However, he couldn’t help but flex a bit more for your benefit as he finished up.

And when you made him pull off the road less than 10 minutes later, to indulge in that new self-discovery with your mouth around his cock, well that was very much for his benefit.

Now you’re with him at his place. You guys had wrangled the perfect tree into the house and had gotten it set up in front of his windows in the living room near the upright piano he had tucked in the corner. He loved the smell that was filling the room and the way you’d lit up once it was in place. If he had his way, you’d be around all the time.

Bradley could hear you singing along to the Christmas album he had picked up that was playing on his Dad’s old record player as you worked on putting together some hot toddies in the kitchen. You had put him on light duty, and he was determined to make it the best-looking thing you’ve ever seen.

He worked going round and round the Christmas tree, the lights all shining merrily. He took his time making sure to wrap and tuck the lights around the branches, the cozy glow filling his chest with warmth.

But the longer he worked the more he was starting to get worried that he was coming down with a bug or something, his face starting to feel slightly feverish. His throat getting thick and uncomfortable.

He’d noticed it earlier at the tree lot, but didn’t want to give it too much thought. The Navy had ruined his Thanksgiving plans with you and he didn’t want to let you down again. He worked to string lights on a few more branches adamant to push through for you.

“Sweetheart,” he reluctantly called out to you, “I think I might be coming down with something. I’m not feeling too hot, and my throat is kinda scratchy.” The guilt was starting to settle in the pit of his stomach, maybe if he rested now he could keep it from getting too bad.

He turns to see you coming out of the kitchen with two steaming mugs in your hand, your eyes going wide.

He turns back to the tree looking to see if he accidentally fucked something up. It was his first time with a real tree, maybe the lights needed to be strung differently.

“Bradley. Oh my god.”

You had just put the finishing touches on the hot toddies and were already walking out of the kitchen when Bradley had called out to you. Those beverages were quickly abandoned on his coffee table as you propelled yourself towards him.

His face was brightly flushed and his eyes were shade of red that made your own itch in sympathy. You reach up to tug at the collar of the flannel he was wearing to get a better look at the skin of his neck and chest. The scars on his neck were standing out in contrast to his reddened skin.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing?” Even his voice was sounding a bit scratchy. You ignore him in favor for undoing the buttons at the cuff and rolling up the sleeve of his shirt, trying to not let yourself get too anxious. “You tryin’ to get me to put these lights up topless like some kind of sexy Santa?”

You shush him as you finally get the sleeve rolled up when your suspicions are confirmed, his thick forearm is absolutely covered in angry looking raised red welts.

“Oh no. Roos, baby. You’re breaking out.” Already pulling him away from the 7-foot issue occupying the living room and heading towards the kitchen, “I think you have pine tree allergy.”

He finally looks away from your face and down to his arm, a deep furrow settling over his features, “Oh fuck.” You get him seated at his oval oak dining table grabbing your phone to figure out what to do next.

“Yeah, ‘Oh fuck’,” you repeat back to him eyes skimming the information on the page you clicked into. You’ve always been the type to take charge in a crisis, this would be no different. You’d make sure he’s taken care of the way he needs to be. The way he deserves to be.

“How’s your breathing feel? Is your throat feeling tight or like it’s closing up?” you ask looking up at him.

His red-rimmed honey eyes seem to shift focus like he’s lost in thought for a brief moment.

“Rooster.”

He shakes his head. “Sorry, baby,” he says a bit bashfully. “I’m used to being the one levelheaded in stressful situations, but you should see the intensity on your face. I think you coulda been a pilot.”

“Bradley, I’m flattered. Truly,” you’ve learned that he isn’t the type to say things he doesn’t mean and you respect the hell out of what he does. “Although I’m sure there are a few more qualifications I’d have to pass than that,” you reply lightly, petting the back of his hand resting on the table. “But I need you stick with me here. I just need to figure out if we need to get you to the ER or not.”

He nods. “It’s a little thick, but not like it’s going to close up. And really scratchy, ‘s all.”

“Ok, that’s good. That’s good,” you repeat again more to yourself than him.

You love this man so much, and he deserves the world. This is the last thing you would have wanted for him and his very first, and last, real tree.

You can still hear the record playing in the background as you try not to gnaw on the inside of your cheek working to put your game plan together.

After firing off a quick text to Jake, you quickly pop upstairs to Bradley’s medicine cupboard, hoping that he has some antihistamines tucked away in there. You breathe a sigh of relief when you see the pink box, grabbing it you tear off a couple squares from the silver lined sheet to bring back to him.

He’s still sitting where you left him at the dining table. He’s slumped down in the chair his mouth pulled down at the corners, and you think it’s probably because he’s not feeling the greatest right now. You hand him the meds and a fetch him a glass of water, watching as the tendons of his throat flex as they work to swallow the pills down. The red welts have finally made an appearance there too, and are an angry contrast to his usually golden skin.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, hmm?” You bend down to catch his eyes with your and holding out our hands to him. He nods once taking your smaller hands in his as he lets you pull him up.

You help him to unbutton and remove the flannel shirt trying to avoid further contact with the hives on his body, not wanting to cause him anymore discomfort. Once his wide chest and arms are uncovered, you work his jeans down his thick thighs leaving him in his tight black boxer briefs. There’s nothing more than you love than being up close with Rooster’s body, but right now you’re on a mission and can’t be distracted by all the skin before you.

While you’re still feeling concerned for him, you can feel your anxiety starting to settle a bit from where it was at earlier. You’ve got a plan, you’ve already checked off a few things, and you’ll be able to take a breath once Bradley is taken care of.

He’s ruining everything with you. First Thanksgiving and now Christmas.

How the fuck did he not know he was allergic to pine trees? He’s 35, he should known those kinds of things by now. Shouldn’t he?

He is frustrated as fuck laying on top of the king-sized bed in his darkened bedroom, the stinging of the hives on his arms and upper body were driving him crazy. God, his eyes itched and burned. Although, he couldn’t tell if it as from the reaction to the tree or from fighting the sudden urge to cry for the first time in a very long time.

The afternoon was not going as he had envisioned it. He wanted to sing some carols loudly while getting tipsy off hot toddies with you. Dance with you in between hanging ornaments on the tree. Maybe fuck you under the tree if he played his cards right, he wanted to be the one to get your tinsel in a tangle.

All he had wanted was to make you happy. You weren’t spending Christmas with your family, and he didn’t want you to miss out on anything being in California with him instead. He was really excited about the holiday for the first time in what felt like forever, and it had everything to do with you.

“Do you have any oatmeal here?” You had asked him not too long ago, and it was all he could do to point you in the right direction as the guilt was eating away at him. Once you had found it, you had sent him away to go upstairs to get him further away from the tree. His strong, capable, and pretty girlfriend was left to deal with the mess downstairs without him.

He could hear the whir of the blender and wondered what you were up to. Sulking at the fact that all he could do is wait for the antihistamines to kick in, and hope that he’d be feeling better soon so that he could help you take care of things.

“Bradley? Baby, are you awake?” You entered the dimly lit room cautiously, approaching him gingerly on the bed and holding a large bowl with something fluffy and powdery looking in it. He hadn’t heard you come up the stairs.

He loved the sound of your voice. He loved it in the morning when it was thick with sleep, how excited you got when you were talking about something you were passionate about, and he especially loved the breathy whispers and words of encouragement from you in his ear late at night when he was moving so deep within you. What he didn’t love was being the reason you were so anxious, that he was at fault for why your tone was so laced with concerned.

“Yeah,” although he was starting to feel sluggish, “’m still awake.” He felt your cool hands on his face and leaned into your soothing touch, pressing a kiss to your palm.

“I’m going to make you an oatmeal bath,” you informed him gesturing to the bowl in your hand. “From what I’ve been reading online that should help calm down the hives, hopefully stop them from spreading anymore.’

“Okay, Sweetheart,” he sighed. He can hear how pitiful he sounds, but right now his girl is the only thing that is making him feel good, and he will do anything you ask of him.

You set about turning the taps on for the large tub in the bathroom, twisting the handles to get the water to come out at the right temperature. Once you were satisfied, you swirled in the oat powder you had made watching as the water turned cloudy, then headed back into the bedroom to get Bradley.

“Let’s get you in the tub so you can soak for a bit, yeah?” He looks so miserable alone stretched out on the bed. “It’s not too hot, and it should help you feel better,” you help him to sit up placing a kiss to the lines of the scars on his cheek trying to comfort him.

Ever the soldier, he dutifully follows you into the bathroom. Once he is stripped of his briefs and comfortably situated in the milky mixture, his eyes flutter closed as he reclines back, leaning his head against the ledge of the tub. You move kneel on the floor next to him running your fingers through his sun-streaked waves.

Your little pocket of peace is disturbed a few minutes later by the ding of your phone.

“Jake just got here,” you announce filling him in on the next part of your plan, “He’s going to help me with the tree.”

“’posed to be my job,” Bradley sulks making a petulant sound in his throat. You can’t help but let out a gentle tsk while fighting back a small smile at his response.

“I just want you to relax here and let the oatmeal do its thing. I’m going to get things wrapped up downstairs it shouldn’t take too long, and then I’ll come back to check on you.”

“Mmhm, fine,” he sighs as you press a kiss to his forehead.

You let Jake in and he is quick to jump in taking over by unwinding the lights off from the partially lit tree. He’s even quicker to haul the massive thing out of the house and into the back of his truck, as the new owner of the 7-foot Noble Fir. After the tree is deposited, he heads back in and helps you coil the lights back up so they’re not in a tangled mess on the floor making some light small talk because he can tell your mind is elsewhere.

On his way out the door he shoots you a cocky salute, a shit-eating grin already plastered on his face. “You can thank my new Trot PR for how quickly I was able to run back to my place after I got your SOS text to get here as quickly as I did, Darlin’,” he drawls.

You flip him off, but tell him to text you what meals he’d like you to make and bring over later in the week as thanks for his help. And with a quick kiss to his cheek, you shoo him out the door wanting to get back to your boyfriend.

After he leaves, you break out the vacuum and work on getting the needles off the ground before moving on to the laundry. You grab the pile of Bradley’s clothes from the floor in the kitchen where you had left them before stripping down to your underwear, throwing everything in the washer and turning it on to get rid of any potential lingering irritants.

You make you way back upstairs, stopping to slip on one of Bradley’s old UVA t-shirts and grabbing him a loose pair of navy sweatpants, before going in to check on him. He is still there soaking his head tilted back and eyes closed, just as you had left him. Thankfully the hives have seemed to stop their spread leaving his face untouched. His neck, chest, and arms still bearing the brunt of his allergic reaction.

You gently knock on the door to announce your presence, not wanting to startle him. “You ready to come out now, baby?” Before him you had never been a pet name person, but now all you wanted to be a source of comfort in his life. A soft place for him to land.

“Yeah,” he turns his head towards the sound of your voice, “I think I might be getting a bit prune-y, but that felt really good. Thank you, Sweetheart.” He has finally opened his eyes and looking right at you, with a smile small and soft, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

You’re trying not to read into it too much, not wanting to let your anxiety get the best of you. You help him up from bath and use the handheld to first shower him off, grabbing a fluffy towel to help gingerly pat him dry. As he bends to pull on the sweatpants you had brought in you turn to rinse out the remaining oatmeal residue from the tub. He presses a kiss to the back of your head as he passes by you to make his way back to the bedroom.

By the time you’re done he has already climbed into bed, the comforter on your side already pulled back as he reaches out for you to get in with him. The white percale sheets you had helped him pick out were cool and luxuriously soft to the touch, and you feel yourself release the breath it felt like you’d been holding since you entered the living room holding those long forgotten hot toddies.

Bradley is quick to lace your fingers together and tuck his face into the space between your neck and shoulder, his mustache ticking the soft skin of your throat there. For all of his golden retriever energy, he is soaking up your affection and attention like a lap cat as you slowly rub your free hand up and down his broad back.

However, he’s still entirely too quiet. Your lips press tightly together on their own accord as you begin to think that there’s something more on his mind that he’s not sharing with you than just the effects of the hives and double dose of Benadryl.

You’re about to speak up when he beats you to it, “I’m so sorry, Sweetheart. I just wanted you to feel at home and now I’ve ruined Christmas.” You’ve never heard his voice sound so small.

Oh. Oh no.

“Bradley, please look at me.”

You lean back a bit as he removes his face from the spot it was tucked into and study his beautiful yet troubled looking eyes. “Is this why you’ve been so quiet? Please tell me you haven’t been spiraling thinking you’ve ruined anything.” He looks away, and you feel your brows scrunch together.

You cup his cheek in your hand, running your thumb down the cleft of his chin, “I love you so much and we’re going to have such a wonderful Christmas together, a tree is a nonissue here, baby. You matter more to me. I hope you know that.” His gaze finally meets yours and you continue on, “I need you to hear me. You’ve got absolutely nothing to apologize for. Nothing is ruined and nothing that happened today is your fault. Ok?” Nodding your head, needing for him to understand and let go of his misplaced guilt.

You see the exact moment he absorbs and believes everything you’re saying to him, his shoulders releasing the tension that had gathered there. “Ok, I hear you.” You lean into him to place a tender kiss on his lips. “I love you so much,” he breaths against your mouth.

“I love you too,” you say pressing one more lingering kiss to his lips before encouraging him to settle his head back down again. He reaches for your hand, guiding it to his hair, prompting you to comb your fingers through his curls.

“Now that we’ve settled that, how are you feeling? What else can I do to help?”

“You’ve done so much for me,” he murmurs kissing your neck gently. “’M just tired now and want to hold you for a bit. The Benadryl is starting to kick my ass.” He pauses for a moment, “But maybe we can order some pizza, Sweetheart? And put on one of those Christmas movies you like? Y’know the ones where the people live in a town is named something like Tinselville and their dogs fall in love?” He asks his voice sounding a bit boyish and hopeful.

You can’t help but let out a giggle because, really, his description is not too far off. You can feel his smile against the side of your neck as you turn the tv on.

“You can have whatever you like, handsome boy. Pizza and Oscar quality Christmas content, it is.” You grab your phone unlocking it and opening up to the delivery app, when Bradley plucks it from your hand tossing it to the side and placing his in yours instead.

“Order from mine instead, it’s my turn to take care of you,” he states slinging his arm low over your hip.

You click the button on the side to wake his phone up only to see your face smiling back at you on his lockscreen. Nose bright from the cold, surrounded by trees, and wrapped up in a scarf your mom had loaned to you since you hadn’t brought any practical winter-wear home with you.

It’s the picture that Bradley has sent himself the other night at the bar, and you’re flooded with a rush of affection for the man nestled against you. You notice his wallpaper is still the picture of you and him from this Halloween when you’d surprised everyone by dressing up as him, he’s kissing you squarely on the mouth while grabbing a handful of your ass. It was one of your favorites too.

You’d just finished submitting the order, when a text from Jake comes through, and you roll your eyes.

Those 5th Gens didn’t get you, but you’re taken out by a fucking a Christmas Tree. Would hate to see what one of those tree shaped car fresheners would do to you.

You’re not going to let him come for your boyfriend, even in playful roasting, when you just managed to picked his spirits up. Not tonight, Hangman. And you set to typing your response with your one free hand, the other still carding through Bradley’s curls.

Listen up, Lieutenant Turkey Trot. I was planning on surprising you with a bottle of that Texas bourbon you like when I swing by with the food later this week, but now that’s up to you. Do with that what you will... xx

Not bothering to wait for a response you hand Bradley back his phone only to see it light up again. “Lieutenant Turkey Trot,” he snorts, “Damn. Hangman apologized. And he says he wants a lasagna and your chicken and dumpling casserole.”

Southern men are too easy. Nothing is as important to them as food and their mamas. You smile smugly to yourself, making a mental note to go to remember to stop by that speciality liquor store by your place.

The food is delivered not too much later, you and Bradley eat in bed the box sitting between you while making fun of the plot of the movie you had turned on. You can tell the Benadryl is staring to win when Bradley’s running commentary tapers and his breathing begins to even out.

“It’s ok to go to sleep, baby.”

“Just resting my eyes, wanna see if they figure out why the poinsettias aren’t blooming.”

“You should get your rest,” you gently press, “I’ll set record it and you can find out tomorrow.”

“You’re gonna stay the night, right?” He asks sleepily as he concedes and begins to burrow down into his bed.

“Of course. If you want me here, I’ll stay.” Truth be told, you liked his bed better than yours. You’d even went back to the shop where you’d helped Bradley pick out his sheets from and bought the same percale set for your place in an attempt to help you sleep better.

You set an alarm for earlier than you’d like, remembering you have a meeting first thing in the morning. “I might have to leave a bit earlier than usual though,” you mention softly, “Since I’ll need to go to my place before I have to head in to the office.” You hadn’t originally planned on staying over due to your early morning and now you were kicking yourself for not grabbing a few things to keep in your car just in case.

“Yes. Stay,” he murmurs and reaches out to you, wrapping his arm around your midsection and pulling you to his chest. You let your fingers trace lightly down his forearm, feeling the hills and valleys caused by the welts that litter his arm. He lets out a hum of contentment in response, you’re pressed so close to him you can feel the vibrations of the sound from his chest against your back.

You think you’ve finally lost him to sleep when he mumbles already half gone, “Why don’t you keep more things here?” You can feel his warm breath against the back of your neck.

“How much were you thinking? You saying you want to share a drawer with me?” you lightly tease.

“Bring it all,” he sighs, “Want you here.”

The sound of his soft snores filling your ear only a couple minutes later.

You don’t bring up Bradley’s half-asleep musings, you won’t hold him to anything said under the influence of the antihistamines. While the thoughts of moving in and living with Bradley made your heart beat a bit faster, you kept those hopes tucked away just for yourself.

It was now a week after the pine tree debacle, Bradley’s hives were quick to clear up after a couple days and a few oatmeal baths later. Your skin was still reaping the benefits of the oatmeal too after he managed to coax you in with him one evening.

He had texted you earlier in the day asking for you to swing by his place after work. You knew the door would be unlocked for you, and you let yourself in.

“That you, Sweetheart?” He called out from nearby, you can hear the sounds of some crooner singing in the background.

“Yeah, it’s me." You set your purse and work tote down before bending to undo your heels at the door. “Hey, I was thinking on my way over here, I bet lots of places still have artificial trees left in stock that we could get. I feel like we need a Christmas redo.” You get one off and begin working on the other, “I was planning on getting one to liven up my place too, maybe I can find one of those ostentatious pink ones I tried to talk my parents into getting and fulfill a lifelong dream.” You say that last part with a little laugh.

You finally win the battle against the top buckle of your cute shoe finally kicking it off and wiggling your toes out, “Ooh! Maybe we can go to that cute cocktail bar off 17th afterwards? One of my coworkers was talking about their new seasonal drinks today and it seems festive.”

You fish your phone out of your purse and make your way to the living room, “That is if you didn’t have anything planned.”

Your voice trails off at the end because when you round the corner you find Bradley in his living room looking very proud with a self-satisfied smile on his face already standing next to a Christmas tree.

A very large, very fluffy, pink Christmas tree.

You stand there entirely stunned. The juxtaposition of your tall, handsome naval aviator next to this truly over the top frosted tree has your brain working overtime. The entire room is cast in a dreamy glow from many strands of white lights he had already spun around it.

“I still feel bad that about what happened the other weekend, and I wanted to make it up to you. At the bar, I heard you telling Phoenix that you always wanted a pink tree, so I hope this is similar to what you hand in mind.” He seems to be getting a bit nervous now, since all it seems you can do is just blink at him. He reaches around into his back pocket pulling out a small tube, “I even got some of those scent stick things to tuck in if you-”

He doesn’t get to finish since you’ve launch yourself at him.

“Bradley!” He catches you easily with one arm as you begin peppering his face with kisses.

His laugher fills the room and his grin lights up his face at your reaction, “Are you happy, Sweetheart?”

“I’m the happiest! Oh my god! Are you for real?” you exclaim in between kisses. You stop the assault on his face to take it in your hands, “Seriously though, there is nothing to feel bad about. You’re what matters most to me. I mean, yes, I absolutely love this. But you should have what you like too.”

He takes a step back, with you still in his arms and propped up on his hip. He thoughtfully studies the tree in front of you both. “Yep. This is definitely the perfect tree,” he declares proudly, “It’s full and girthy. Has some good gaps, and look at that top. Straight as an arrow. Although we might need to get some more decorations for it, but I got it started.”

You look from him back to the tree puzzled, since you don’t see anything on it aside from the lights. He walks you both closer, and pulls off what looks to be a strand of curling ribbon with a shiny silver object dangling from it from a branch on the tree.

A key.

He sets you down back on your own two feet, holding you close against his body bringing his forehead to yours. “I meant it, Sweetheart. Bring it all. There’s nothing I want more than for you to be here. All the time. With me. You’re the only thing on my list this year, you’re all I want. Will you let me give you more than a drawer?” His honey brown eyes gazing at you hopefully.

You already knew what your response would be even before he pulled that key from off the tree, and the answer must be all over your face because Bradley’s face breaks into a beam as he picks you up and spins you around.

The choice has always been easy with him, it’ll always be a yes.

Happy Holidays, everyone!

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hearts444karma · 5 months

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「　𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄 ！」　☆彡　sonny brisko

as Sonny cautiously approached the dimly lit alley, he knew he had you cornered at last.

the tension hung heavy in the air, illuminated only by the faint glow of a distant streetlamp.

"drop it." he demanded, his voice firm as he pointed his flashlight at the shadowy figure before him.

you, silhouetted in the darkness, slowly turned to face him, your eyes gleaming with mischief.

"well, well, if it isn’t my man~, officer sani~," you purred, voice dripping with allure. "i've been waiting for this moment y’know. it’s been boring being chased for so long, and now, here we are." you took a seductive step back, your silhouette leaning against a wall.

he tried to focus on the task at hand, bringing a hand behind him to retrieve a pair of handcuffs, "you can’t sweet-talk your way out of this. you’re under arrest," he said, his grip on his handcuffs tightening as he took some steps forward.

you smirked, your fingers playing with a lock of hair. "under arrest? me? how about," you paused, voice dropping to a sultry whisper, as sonny was directly in front of you, "you could let me slip away, just this once. what do you say?"

sonny’s heart raced, torn between his duty and an unexpected surge of attraction. he had to resist, but your demeanor made it increasingly difficult. he reached for your wrist, his resolve wavering.

but you were faster.

with a lightning-quick move, you snatched the handcuffs from his hand and clipped them on his wrists. using his shock to your advantage, you also swiped you legs under his, causing him to lose balance and fall to the ground.

“you’re awfully cute, y’know” you crouched down next to him pulling out your phone.

with a complete baffled look, sonny watched as you took a selfie of yourself, him, AND the diamond you stole, sending it to someone named Albanyan 🐱.

you gripped his chin, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “hope to see you tailing me again, taicho~.”

slipping out of the alley, you made your escape into the night, leaving him both frustrated and bewitched.

as he broke out of his cuffs (yes), sonny cursed himself for letting your flirtation get the better of him. he knew this wouldn't be the last time they crossed paths, and next time, he promised himself, he wouldn't let his guard down.

#.karmadelulu #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en #nijisanji #nijien #sonny brisko x reader #sonny brisko #noctyx

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fir3ylolol · 11 months

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sleepless in seattle

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

summary: johnny's been filming a new movie, which means you haven't seen him much lately. but he shows up at your door, half asleep and about to fall over

a/n: fluffffff! it's fun to mix it up and not write smut all the time lol. hope yall like this little taste of cute

word count: 909

Ao3

You watch your phone as it lights up on the arm of your couch. You pick it up to see Johnny’s familiar contact photo, a selfie of the two of you at his last movie premiere. You feel bittersweet. It’s been a long time since you guys hung out. He’s been really busy filming for his newest movie, which requires most of his time lately. He took a directorial position, as well as producer and main actor. It’s a lot, but it was his dream opportunity, and he couldn’t pass it up. His text is letting you know that he just got off work and was headed home. It was 11 pm, and you know he got there at 5 am. You felt bad, wishing you could help him more and be there for him. But you send a quick “drive safe, i love you, i miss you” before setting your phone back down to continue getting ready for bed.

It’s been about 10 minutes, as you getting settled in bed. But you suddenly hear a knock at the door, so light you get scared. You slowly walk over, looking through the peephole nervously. But your nerves are immediately eased, seeing Johnny standing there, slightly swaying back and forth. You open the door, ready to welcome him in after missing him for so long. But he stumbles in, falling forward onto you. You brace yourself, holding him up with all your might. “Hi love, you ok?” You quietly say as you strain against him. But he starts his stumbles again, walking to your bedroom with dragging feet. As you lock your door, you start feeling worried again. Not of what’s outside, but of how overworked he was taking this project on. But you shake it off, grab a glass of water, and walk into the bedroom. And there he was, splayed out on the bed, already half asleep. You sigh, setting down the glass and crouching down. One by one, you help him get comfortable, removing his shoes, socks, pants, and shirt. The last of which requires you to flip him over a bit, which you manage to do with little effort.

But you climb onto the bed to your usual spot, and Johnny pulls himself behind you, shuffling over to your side. He latches himself to you, both arms around you and one leg over you. He gets cold very easily, and the lack of clothes certainly isn’t helping. You are well and truly trapped under him, but it’s nice. Warm. You wiggle an arm out and play with his hair, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips. “Long day?” He nods, holding you closer. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry. You know, my day hasn’t been that good either…” Before you realize it, you’ve been talking about your day for a very long time. The good, the bad, even just what you had to eat.

You look down to see his bleary looking up at you, struggling to stay open. “Oh Johnny, I’m sorry, did I keep you up?” He smiles, nuzzling into you, “Maybe, but it’s nice. Comforting.” You kiss the top of his head, and he hums happily. You continue talking, but whispering this time, smoothing down his hair and holding him tight. You watch as he slowly falls asleep, breathing heavily and grasp on you going limp. You take a minute just to look at him, uncharacteristically dark eye bags and disheveled hair. He looks so unlike himself, that you know he needed this. You fall asleep shortly after him, his presence is comforting.

You open your eyes as the sunlight hits them directly. You rub your eyes and look at Johnny, who is surprisingly still asleep. He tends to be a morning person, but as you turn to grab your phone, you see that it’s 10 a.m. He’s slept for nearly 12 hours now, and you don’t want to wake him yet. He needs as much sleep as he can get. So you worm your way out of his grasp slowly, pausing each time he takes a deeper breath. You make your way into the kitchen, starting to make some eggs and sausage. As you pour a cup of coffee, you see a blanketed form shuffling in, sniffling and yawning. “Good morning love, sleep good?” You place a plate in front of him and kiss the top of his head. He smiles up at you sleepily, managing to croak out, “Yeah, I slept good with you there. You’re really comfy, you know?” You sit next to him, taking a sip of your coffee, “I try my hardest to be. Do you have to work again today?” He groans through his bite of eggs, “Ugh, don’t bring it up. I have to be there at 9.” You choke on your coffee, looking at him sheepishly, “It’s…already past 10. I’m sorry, you looked so peaceful!” He pauses, face blank, before placing his head on the table with another groan. He picks his head back up, a wide smile on his face, “Ok, then I’m here today.” You look at him confused, trying to figure out what he meant. “I’m not going in, it’s too late, they’ve probably already sent everyone home. So, what do you wanna do?” You smile, kissing his cheek and whispering in his ear, “Wanna stay home all day and watch movies?” He smiles back at you, kissing your lips. “Fuck yes.”

#johnny cage #mortal kombat #johnny cage x reader #x reader #mk x reader

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daisynik7 · 1 year

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I need more good even agnst

I forgot how to spell🥴

cw: angst, sexually explicit content, language, friends with benefits

Summary: Eren gets drunk and leaves a voicemail.

Author’s Note: Hi anon! Thanks for this request! I went in a little different direction for this one. This is inspired by this soundgasm (listener discretion is advised). Seriously, listen to it, you will not regret it. Anyways, hope you like this one!

Eren stumbles in through the door of his apartment late Friday night. Armin just dropped him off, playing the role of designated driver tonight. They spent the last few hours barhopping, Eren consuming enough alcohol for both of them. To say he’s drunk would be an understatement. Right now, he’s plastered. And that’s probably what leads him to what he does next.

After messily chugging a glass of water, he collapses onto his couch, reaching into his pocket for his phone. Instagram is already open; he clicks on it, glaring at the now familiar photo surrounding the screen. It’s a selfie you posted a few hours ago of you and your new boyfriend, beaming at the camera, the caption reading Date night!

He huffs, swiping out of the app to access his Favorites. He stares at your contact listed amongst your friends, the crown emoji right next to your name. It’s an inside joke between you two; you’re his “princess”.

Tapping at the phone, he holds it to his ear, starting. “Hey. It’s me. You’re probably wondering why I’m calling you. To be honest, I’m pretty faded right now.” He giggles, scratching his tummy. “So whatever I’m about to say, blame it on the alcohol.”

He hesitates, taking a deep breath. “Anyways, I saw your pic tonight. The one of you and your new boyfriend.” He pauses to swallow, that last word leaving a bitter aftertaste on his tongue. “I guess you’re officially off the market now. Congrats.”

He twirls a strand of his hair around his finger. “You look really good in that picture, by the way. That dress you’re wearing is one of my favorites because…” he snickers to himself, recalling that specific memory. “Well, you know.”

You wore that same dress the night you and Eren started sleeping together. The two of you got drunk at Mikasa’s birthday party, and you admitted to him how you haven’t had sex in months. He volunteered to change that for you, as long as the two of you only remain friends. At the time, Eren hated the thought of being in some sort of committed relationship. The furthest he was willing to go was friends with benefits, and that’s what the two of you became.

“I bet your new boyfriend doesn’t know how good I fucked you in that dress.” He sucks in a breath, cock throbbing in his pants, face flushed as he speaks. “Is he a better fuck than me? I bet he isn’t. You always go so crazy when I’m inside you.” He palms his erection, squeezing the phone closer to his ear. “Remember when you squirted all over my fucking face that one time? Had that clit swollen and raw on my tongue, that was fucking amazing.” Giggling again, he unzips his pants, sliding his jeans and briefs off, wrapping his fingers around his shaft.

“I’m sorry I’m like this. I just saw that picture of you tonight and I got so…” he doesn’t finish the rest of the statement. Instead, he strokes his cock, imagining you riding him on the couch the way you do. Slow and sensual at first, rocking your hips on his lap. Gradually picking up the pace, bouncing on his cock, thrusting your ass against him, warm mouth moaning into his ear. That’s his favorite; the couple of seconds right before you come, how high pitched your whimpers get, especially as you breathe out his name. The way you unravel around him, melt into his body, a perfect fit in his arms.

He pumps his cock fast in his fist, coming quick to the thought of you. Tissues in hand, wiping up his mess, he sighs into the phone. Voice trembling, he asks, “Do you still think about me? I know we kinda stopped hooking up once you met…whatever his name is. And I know we were never exclusive or whatever, but…” He gulps loudly, nervous for what he’s about to admit. “I miss you.”

This is what he wanted. What he asked for. Friends with benefits, no strings attached. He made that clear from the beginning, and you agreed to it, no problem. When did it all start to get so muddled? Was it when he realized being with you was way more fun than being with his friends? Being alone?

He remembers that night on the balcony. It was his birthday, and he was having a small gathering at his place. The two of you went outside for some air and alone time. It was a normal conversation, but somewhere in the middle, you said something that stuck with him. I hope you’re happy.

He clicks his tongue, deciding to let it all out. “It should be us, y’know. You and me. Not you and him. It’s my own fault it didn’t end up this way. I was too much of a fucking coward to tell you I love you. Too much of a coward to admit it to myself.”

“Anyways, it doesn’t matter anymore since you’re with somebody else now. I don’t want you to listen to this and feel sorry for me. It’s not your fault at all, and I’ll be okay. I just wanted you to know how I feel about you. And if he ever breaks your heart or hurts you in any way, don’t hesitate to call me. I’ll fucking kick his ass if you want me to. I’ll always be here for you.”

After another deep breath, he ends the call with his parting words. “I hope you’re happy, princess. I really do.”

He takes his phone away from his ear, staring at the screen, still stuck on his Favorites list. He checks the call log and notices that the call never even went through. With a heavy sigh, both relieved and disappointed, he sets his phone down on the coffee table, leaving it as he shuffles towards his bedroom, shutting the door behind him.

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erikahenningsen · 5 months

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Hey idk if you’re taking requests but can I just get some Janis fluff what ever your preferred ship is I’m just in a desperate need for boyfriend Janis lmao

Janis hasn't seen Regina at school all day.

Granted, it's only second period, but Janis would usually see her around. Most days, Regina drops by her locker before homeroom to say hi before classes separate them until lunch.

By fourth period, Janis is starting to get worried.

Janis 'Imi'ike: hey are you at school?

A few minutes pass.

Regina George: no

Janis 'Imi'ike: are you okay?

Regina George: i'm sick

Sick? Regina never gets sick.

Janis 'Imi'ike: what do you mean?

Regina George: wdym what do i mean. i'm sick. ill. a flowing snot faucet.

Janis snorts.

Janis 'Imi'ike: gross ❤️

Regina George: tell me about it

Janis 'Imi'ike: i'll stop by after school and bring you some soup

Regina George: don't you dare

Regina George: i look awful

Janis rolls her eyes and loves the message, just because it'll annoy Regina.

That afternoon, armed with soup she picked up from Panera, Janis makes the requisite small talk with Regina's mom before going up to Regina's room. She knocks on the door gently, poking her head inside.

Regina is reclined in her bed, propped up on about a million pillows. She scowls at Janis.

"I told you not to come," Regina says, her voice nasal.

"You look like shit," Janis confirms. That isn't to say that Regina doesn't look beautiful—she always does, even now. But she also looks miserable, nose red and chafed, skin pale, hair hanging limply against her shoulders. It makes Janis's chest ache a little bit, like it always does when Regina's upset or in pain.

"Thanks so much," Regina deadpans. "Seriously, Jan, I don't want you to get sick, too."

Janis just shrugs. "I'll take my chances." She holds up the Panera bag. "And I brought you soup."

Regina smiles, just a little bit. "You didn't have to."

"I know," Janis says, setting the bag on Regina's nightstand. "In fact, you told me not to."

Regina's face shifts into a grimace for a moment before she sneezes, which then triggers a brief coughing fit. It's almost impressive. When it passes, Regina lets out a little groan before blowing her nose forcefully.

"Aren't you so glad you came?" she asks Janis sarcastically, and Janis laughs.

"Always," Janis says, and climbs into the bed next to Regina. She presses a hand to Regina's forehead. It's warm, and her palm comes away clammy. She subtly wipes it off on Regina's comforter.

"I think you're dying," Janis tells her seriously.

Regina lets out another little groan and sniffles. "Any way to speed it up?"

Janis scoots closer and Regina gratefully rests her head on Janis's shoulder.

"Unfortunately I like watching you suffer," Janis tells her, and Regina sighs.

For awhile they're quiet, save for the sound of Regina's labored breathing. Janis is starting to get a bit hot, Regina's body heat more intense than usual, but she has no desire to move away.

"Jan?" Regina says quietly.

"Hmm?"

"Can you..." Regina pauses. "Can you stroke my hair?"

Her voice is hesitant, soft. Regina isn't a super touchy-feely person, especially not at school or other public places. She's emotionally clingy but not physically, so any time Janis just gets to hold her, she savors it.

"Of course," Janis whispers, starting to run her fingers through Regina's hair, still silky soft despite being a bit damp with sweat.

She's not sure how long they sit there like that, but she eventually realizes that Regina's breathing has evened, and she's fallen asleep.

As gently as she can so she doesn't disturb Regina, Janis lifts her free arm and snaps a quick selfie. Just for her, to remember this moment.

And, well—if it works in the future as blackmail material, that's just a bonus.

#rejanis #mean girls #mean girls 2024 #mean girls the musical #mean girls broadway #regina george #janis 'imi'ike #janis sarkisian #janis ian #ask #anonymous #prompts #is this boyfriend janis? honestly not sure what that means

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hotmessmaxpress · 6 months

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Rosquez Onlyfans au, part 9????

A little porn, a little plot. Vale takes pictures of Marc and is absolutely insane for him lolll

thank you to everyone who has sent me sweet messages and asks! I'm always willing to shout about these losers in the asks or my dms!

Marc wakes up next to Vale the next morning, still nude and sore from the night before, feeling like he’s still dreaming. Vale is warm, wrapped around him, and breathing softly in his ear. Marc can’t help but wiggle back against him, trying to snuggle deeper into the blankets and into Vale’s arms.

Vale huffs in his ear and squeezes Marc closely. Marc can feel him smile against his neck.

He rolls his hips back again, trying to see if he can get Vale to take interest. The older man drops a hand to Marc’s hip, and keeps him in place as he rolls his own hips forward.

Marc sighs in satisfaction as he feels Vale’s cock rub against his ass.

“Good morning,” Vale says, voice rough.

Marc rolls over and tugs Vale on top of him. Vale props himself up on his elbows and kisses Marc slowly and deeply. It’s unhurried but passionate, and Marc tangles his fingers in Vale’s hair. He plays with the little curls at the nape of his neck, twisting them around his fingers.

He never thought he would actually have this. He wonders if he should pinch himself to make sure he’s not dreaming.

Vale rocks his hips down, rocking his cock against Marc’s and pressing the smaller man into the mattress. Marc slides the hand not in Vale’s hair down his back, pressing on the man’s lower back to keep him pressing down on Marc.

“Please,” Marc begs.

Vale drags his lips down to Marc’s neck, and Marc can feel him smile.

“Please what?” Vale prompts, smugly.

“Please fuck me,” Marc whines.

“You asked so nicely,” Vale praises.

He kisses Marc sweetly then sits up, pushing himself slightly down the bed so he can kiss at Marc’s hip bone. Marc spreads his legs and Vale tugs Marc’s hips closer, gripping Marc’s cock with one hand and then pressing his mouth to Marc’s hole.

Marc gasps, grabbing Vale’s hair. The old man pulls back enough to smirk at him, then dives back in. He strokes Marc’s cock with one hand while he licks around Marc’s hole. Marc tries to relax, but the sensation is so foreign to him.

Vale is patient, pumping Marc’s cock while he licks around Marc’s hole and gets him nice and wet. Marc is whining by the time Vale finally slips his tongue inside him, pushing past the ring of muscle.

Marc cries out, startled by the foreign sensation and the realization that yes, Vale actually has his tongue inside him. Marc’s cock twitches and he can feel himself coming closer and closer to coming.

“Vale, stop,” he says. “I’m going to come.”

Vale lets go of his cock but licks at his hole for a little longer, before sitting up with a grin. He feels soaking wet, but Vale still pauses to hunt for the lube.

He makes quick work of fingering Marc the rest of the way open, and then Marc gets what he is desperate for. He rolls onto his hands and knees, arching his back, and Vale pushes his cock inside slowly.

He breathes heavily as he does, and Marc is once again thankful that he gets to hear these noises from the older man. It’s enough to make his cock twitch where it hangs heavy between his legs.

“That’s it,” Vale says, as Marc drops down to rest on his elbows, ass in the air.

Vale fucks roughly into him, filling him up, and then pauses after a few moments.

“Hand me my phone,” he instructs.

Marc reaches for it, stretching a bit so he can reach it without pulling himself away from Vale’s cock. He thinks he knows what Vale is going to do, and he has to reach down with one hand to grip his cock and prevent himself from coming at the thought.

He looks over his shoulder to see Vale holding the phone up, face concentrated as he takes a selfie of himself fucking into Marc. It startles a laugh out of Marc, and Vale turns to grin at him. He thrusts hard into him, and Marc drops his head back to his forearms. He’s not sure what Vale does with the camera after that, because he loses himself in the sensation of being fucked hard into the mattress.

He moans and whimpers, vocal as always, and despite his best efforts he doesn’t make it long before he’s coming hard all over the sheets.

Vale groans as he continues fucking him, and Marc can tell by the stuttering rhythm of his thrusts that Vale isn’t going to last long either.

“Please,” Marc begs. “Please come inside me.”

Vale curses and then fucks into him once, twice, and then buries himself as deep as he can. Marc squeezes his hole around Vale and laughs as the older man groans behind him.

“Fuck,” Vale says again, before pulling out gently.

Marc makes a face as he feels Vale’s cum drip out of him, and he scoots up the bed to avoid the wet spot.

“Did you take pictures?” he asks, as Vale settles himself on the bed next to him.

Vale unlocks his phone and scrolls, showing Marc the selfie followed by the pictures he took. Marc’s cock makes a valiant effort to get hard again, especially as Vale shows him the video he took; he managed to take a shaky video of himself coming inside Marc, and then a glimpse of his cum slipping out of Marc’s hole.

“Wow,” Marc says, in awe. “You’re going to keep those, right?”

Vale laughs.

“Obviously.”

Vale and Marc have a lazy, slow morning, until Vale mentions taking him to the track and Marc practically vibrates with excitement. Vale rolls his eyes good naturedly, but manages to quickly get Marc settled with gear.

The gear all looks new, and for a moment Marc wonders if Vale bought this all for him. He’s too shy to ask, though, so he accepts it gratefully and tries not to shake with excitement as they load the car and head to the track.

Marc is surprised to see another car there, and when they get out and gear up Marc sees Luca Marini in the box, seemingly preparing his bike.

There’s an awkward greeting where Luca recognizes him and Marc has to calm his heart after realizing Luca recognizes him from racing together in the past, not from his online endeavors. The thought of Luca having seen him in the same compromising positions as Vale is a little too much for his heart to take.

The awkwardness is quickly abated as Vale gets him set up with a bike, and Luca seems to take a liking to him.

When they get on the track, Marc loses all sense of time. He does lap after lap with Vale, unable to stop smiling, as he adjusts to the shape and texture of the track.

He’s riding one of Vale’s bikes, number 46 plastered on the front, and the helmet Vale gave him is bright yellow. Marc feels like he’s dreaming. He never expected that he would ever end up here, and he’s so endlessly thankful.

When they stop for lunch, Luca eats with them then takes his polite leave. Marc rubs his arm, and Vale looks curiously at him.

“Is it hurting?”

Marc shrugs.

“A little. I haven’t ridden in a while and it flares up when I use it too much.”

“What happened?” Vale asks. “You used to ride a lot, right?”

It’s a fair question, but Marc shifts awkwardly in his seat. It’s still sometimes heavy to talk about, and he doesn’t want to sour their day with it.

“I’ll tell you all about it someday,” he promises. “I used to race, and I made it to Moto2 but I didn’t last long. I crashed and broke my arm, and with the surgery and recovery I needed there wasn’t a way for me to return.”

Vale looks horrified and saddened at that, but Marc waves his hand in dismissal, as if to brush the thoughts away. “It’s alright. Things work out, no? I’m here with you now.”

Vale looks thoughtful at that.

“Will you be okay to get back on the bike?”

Marc grins, eyes alight.

“You’d have to cut my arm off to keep me off that bike, Vale.”

#god they're so insane #i know i'm writing this but i'm literally disgusted by how corny they are #like vale calm DOWN we get it you're obsessed #the long-awaited meeting of the rest of the academy is next #onlyfans au #rosquez #marc marquez #valentino rossi #mm93 #vr46

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neo404 · 5 months

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request !!

can you write abt dom nick x male reader and overstim? maybe some edging turned to overstim? pls

Wait.

Summary: you are needy but Nick is busy all day, so he tells you to wait until the night.

Tw: NSFW, edging, overstimulation, a bit degradation (Nick calls reader slut and whore), reader sends Nick pictures and videos of himself to Nick.

I woke up sweaty and needy, I had a long dream and I needed Nick to take care of it, so I rolled over to hug him but he wasn’t there. I open my eyes and see him get out of the shower, damp hair and towel tied around his waist. I whine at him.

‘’What’s wrong? did you sleep bad?’’ he asks walking to me and kissing my forehead. ‘’Good morning sleepyhead.’’

‘’Niick.’’ I pout as he walks to his closet.

‘’What?’’ he asks laughing.

‘’Come here.’’ I sit criss-cross on the bed while he puts his clothes on. After putting his shirt on he comes to sit on the bed beside me, I wrap my arms around him, his cologne sticking to my body. ‘’Nick.’’ I whisper.

‘’What?’’ he giggles while putting his socks on.

‘’Need you.’’ I mumble against the crook of his neck, leaving a kiss on it. ‘’Need you so bad.’’ He sighs.

‘’I can’t. I have to go, today is a busy day. I’m sorry, just wait for me, okay?’’ he pats my head and continuous to put his shoes on.

‘’But-…’’

‘’Come on, be good. I’ll reward you later.’’ I cross my arms over my chest and frown at him. ‘’Don’t act like that, you know that I always take good care of you.’’ He kisses my cheek. ‘’Just wait for me, be a good boy. Remember we’ll have the house for ourselves tonight, yeah?’’ I smile a bit remembering that Matt and Chris are having a sleepover at a friend’s house.

‘’Mh, okay.’’ Nick smiles and hugs me tightly; he kisses my forehead and stands up.

‘’I’ll go to make sure Matt is awake. I’ll see you later baby. I’ll order some food for you.’’

‘’All right, thanks and bye.’’ He closes the door behind him when going out. I sigh and throw myself back, my head hitting the pillow and I grab a spear one that was laying near and hug it.

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After eating the food Nick ordered for me, I decided to take a cold shower to help myself. It didn’t work, being surrounded by Nicks shampoos and soaps didn’t help, my mind keeps thinking of him and now I smell like him. So, after the shower I decide to tease him a bit, I put my boxers on and lower them a bit, the towel around my neck I grab my phone and pause the music. I pose and send Nick 2 pictures with a smiley face. He replies almost immediately.

>IM IN REUNION, CHRIS IS SITTING BESIDES ME >ARE YOU CRAZY?? >shit, you look amazing >I hate you

I laugh at his messages and decide to reply later.

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I was sitting on the couch watching tiktoks on my phone. I see a notification from Nick, he sends me a snap, I open it and it’s a mirror selfie in a bathroom, and in white letters it read ‘I’m heading home’. I blush while looking at the picture, the shirt hugs him all the right ways, I gulp and send him a snap with my face covered by a pillow, ‘why are you so handsome?’ read at the bottom.

I feel my shorts grow tighter and I shift on the couch. Fuck it, I have waited all day, and Nick is on his way, I’m sure he won’t mind. I walk to his room, closing the door behind me and getting to his bed, I take of my shorts and boxers leaving me in only Nicks shirt. I send him a quick snap, my hip and belly exposed and my hand rising his shirt. My hand travels down and grabs my aching length, I start to stroke it when I hear my phone ring again, a message from Nick.

>I told you to wait, if I get home and you are touching yourself, I swear…

I send him a quick video, my hazy eyes looking down to my moving hand then up to the camera, I lower my phone a bit letting him see my hand moving up and down slowly, a soft whimper of his name escapes my mouth. He replies almost immediately.

>I warned you.

I leave my phone aside; I concentrate in the though of Nick coming home and doing whatever he wants to me. Soft moans leave my mouth, calling for his touch. Maybe I was too concentrated that I didn’t hear when he opened the front door. I hear the door of his room open.

‘’You are in so much trouble.’’ He groans, his big hand grabbing mine and pinning them up of me.

‘’Nick. Please.’’

‘’Shut up, I gave you one rule. I told you to wait and you disobeyed.’’ He kisses and bites my neck; my legs wrapping around his waist to try and bring him closer to me.

‘’Need you, please.’’

‘’If you were a good boy, I would be giving you what you wanted. I told you baby.’’ Nick bites specifically hard this time, his teeth sinking into my neck, a sharp moan leaving my mouth. His free hand moves down to my leaking shaft, his hand squeezing and stroking it. My back arches and I close my eyes, Nicks hand stops moving, I feel him smile against my neck. ‘’No, no. Not yet, I told you to wait and now you’ll wait.’’ I whine and try to move my hips but I feel his hand slapping my thigh.

Whines and begs leave my mouth, this has been going on for a long time, my mind dizzy longing for release. Until both of his hands leave my body, I pull down my hand and they travel to Nick thighs. ‘’I think you had enough, don’t you think?’’ I nod, not being able to articulate proper words or think of coherent sentences. “Need me to fuck you?” I nod again.

“Please, been waiting too long.” He coos at me, and his hand caresses my check slightly.

“My bad, baby. I just had to teach you a little lesson. I’ll be good with you now, I promise.’’ he kisses my cheek and stands up, my arms reach out for him but I don’t have the strength to sit up. He walks to his closet and takes out some lube and a vibrator we bought some weeks ago. I gulp, my chest flutters with excitement. He walks back to me, placing the things he grabbed beside me, he smiles at me. “What? Are you excited? Yeah? I can tell, baby. Don’t worry, it will be worth the wait.” Nick takes his shirt off, tossing it on the floor, he then unbuttons his pants and takes them off, he kneels on the bed between my legs. Both of his hands push my knees up. “Keep ‘em there for me, love.’’ I put both of my hands below my knees and Nick takes his hands off, they grab the light pink toy and turns it on, he gently puts it on my chest, moving it from side to side, paying close attention to my sensitive nipples, then he starts to move it down to my stomach, when it touches my throbbing dick. I gasp and my back arches. ‘’Shh, don’t move too much.’’ He leaves it there while he lowers his boxers, grabs the bottle of lube and pours a bit over his hard cock, he rubs it all over it and his wet fingers make their way to my hole, I cum when he puts two of his fingers in, the stimulation and the waiting being too much. “God, what a slut, you came for two fingers. Aww, it’s okay, I won’t stop.’’

My legs shake and quick, my head presses down the pillow, I feel my eyes watering. His long fingers pump in and out of me at a fast pace, his low voice is praising and degrading me at the same time, ‘good job slut’ and ‘that’s my dirty boy’ leaves his mouth. He slides his fingers out and pumps his length with the same hand, he lines himself up and slides it in slowly. I gasp, droll rolling down my mouth to my chin, I moan uncontrollably as he hammers his hips into mine. “What a mess, missed this tight hole so much. Missed my dirty whore so much.’’ He growls and moans as his hips move fast. My eyes roll back, my back is arched, my legs are tired, but it feels too good.

“Fuck, Nick. C’mming.”

“Yeah? Go on, do it.’’ My hands can’t keep up anymore, I let go of my legs and my arms fall to the bed, Nick quickly grabs them and push them closer to my chest, hitting deeper inside of me. I loudly moan, I’m practically screaming when my warm cum hits my chest.

“That’s it, scream for me. Let everyone know how good I fuck you, let them know how much of a slut you are, just for me. My filthy whore.’’

‘’Too m’ch. Can’t, can’t.’’ I babble as I grab the sheets below me, my head dizzy and my eyes blurry.

‘’You sure baby, come one then, if you want me to stop you have to say the word. You remember it, don’t you?’’ I nod and he grins. ‘’Say it then…’’ I don’t say it, instead I moan as I feel the toy moving away from my body. ‘’Told you to not move so much.’’ He grabs it and places it where it was this time holding it against my warm skin, he presses the little button and it speeds up. Nick groans, I feel him twitch inside of me, he speeds down his trust but he makes sure he hits deeper, I pant, he lowers his upper body and I wrap my arms around him, scratching his shoulders trying to control myself. He grabs the vibrator and turns it off, he tosses it to the other side of the bed. His trusts are slopy and uneven, I grab his by the cheek and pull him into a kiss, it’s very messy but it was all I needed. Nick pulls out, he presses his length against mine and grabs both of them with one hand, he starts to move his hand up and down quickly, I squirm and shake, he grunts and moans. “Fuck, give me one more, one more.’’ I arch my back; his free hand rubs my waist and hip. I close my eyes and bite my lip; I feel my head dizzy and I can’t hold it back anymore. Nicks hands stop, I look down and I see both of our members leaking and twitching, I let out a sigh. My back hits the bed completely, and my brain is not working properly.

Nick kisses my cheeks and nose. “I’m here, baby. I’m here.’’ He whispers and soothes me. I wrap my arms around him, his warm body brings me comfort. “You took me so well, great job. I’ll go get us some water and something to eat, yeah? And then we can have a hot shower, how does that sound?’’ I nuzzle my head closer to him. ‘’I’ll take that as a yes.’’

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marlena-immortale · 7 months

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A Valentine’s Night In

(I’m sorry it’s so late it’s not even February anymore 😭)

Summary: You and Vic celebrate Valentine’s Day with a new toy.

CW: SMUT, facesitting, paddle spanking, thigh riding

Word Count: 1.5k

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Can’t wait to see you tonight baby! I have a surprise waiting for you ;)

This is the text you woke up to this morning. You’ve spent all 10 hours since receiving it trying to decipher what your girlfriend Vic meant by that, and now that you’re walking up to the front door, you’ll finally be able to find out.

“Heyy! Happy Valentine’s Day!” Vic greets you at the door, pulling you in to kiss you immediately. When she finally lets you go to step into the house, you can properly appreciate how adorable she looks dressed all comfy in her sweatpants and tank top.

“Since you’ve been so busy lately, I wanted to treat you for Valentine’s Day but everything just seemed to go wrong in planning it, so this is all we’re getting today,” Vic says, leading you into the living room, referencing the various takeout containers on the coffee table.

“That’s totally okay, I’m just happy I get to spend it with you,” you say, leaning in to give her another quick kiss before sitting on the couch to dig in.

“I appreciate you putting so much thought into it though,” you tell her between bites of the noodles she got from your favorite chinese food place.

“Well, there’s still one thing I know that can make up for it with,” Vic says with an over dramatic wink before eating another bite of noodles.

— — —

After finishing your food, Vic is already attached to you with her arms encasing you and her head resting on your shoulder.

“You’re so cute when you’re clingy,” you say, looking down at her pretty face and stroking her soft hair.

“And you’re sweet, but I haven’t seen you in a while and I’m impatient and really wanna show you your surprise now.” She drags you up off the couch and leads you, giggling with a smirk on her face, to the bedroom.

You’ve missed your girlfriend. And seeing all the sexy selfies she’s tortured you with in your time apart has made you want her even more. So when she kisses you all the way to the bedroom, you’re happy to let her take the lead and push you down to sit in the bed.

“So I know we said no gifts this year,” she pauses for you to give her the exact look she knows you’ll give her for disregarding the no-gift policy this year. “But, I found a loophole because this is technically a gift for both of us.”

She opens a drawer and brings out a red gift bag with pink tissue paper and places it on your lap. You remove the paper to pull out the gift and find a small black and red leather paddle with a big heart cut out of the center. You hold it in your hands for a moment, feeling the leather and imagining the feeling of it on other parts of your body.

“We totally don’t have to use it if you’re not comfortable, but I think it could be fun to try it out together,” Vic says, letting you continue to analyze the toy.

“Yeah, of course I’m down to try this with you. Sounds fun.”

Vic smiles and takes the paddle out of your hands, setting it aside. “Yay! Okay, your turn first. Take your clothes off.”

“Damn Vic, that was quick,” you tease but start removing your shirt anyway, just as excited to get naked with your girlfriend as she is.

“Well would you prefer if I took your clothes off for you,” she says, stroking your neck at the edge of your shirt.

“You know what, yes I do,” you tell her, letting her strip you. She quickly pulls off all of your clothes while kissing and stroking your body, getting you all worked up and impatient in the process. You get so distracted by her affection that you barely notice she’s taking her own clothes off as well.

She takes your hand and guides you up, positioning you to bend over the edge of the bed with your legs apart, taking a step back to get a good look at your body.

“Damn you look so sexy like this,” she comments, running her hand over your back. Knowing she has the perfect view of your pussy from this position makes you feel both turned on and a little embarrassed.

You take a deep breath before feeling the cool leather running against your warm skin as Vic lets you get used to the sensation. She only gives you one more breath to get ready before giving you the first spank with the paddle. It’s a sharp sting but not too painful.

Each slap hurts slightly more than the last hits on sore skin and after a few, she’s got your hips squirming around and hands grabbing the sheets from both the pain and the heat slowly concentrating in your pussy.

“It leaves such pretty red heart shaped marks on your ass,” she says with a kiss to your warm sensitive ass. “Can I try something else?”

“Yes,” you whine, “please.” You try to get your breathing back to normal while Vic places her hand on your back and pushes your body into the bed to keep you from moving around. You don’t know exactly what to expect but all your thoughts are put to rest as you feel the sting of the paddle sharply against your pussy.

“How was that?” she asks, gauging your reaction. It’s a painful shock but an unexpected thrill that you want to experience again.

“It felt kinda…good? Like I think I want more,” you say, trying to figure out your feelings for yourself.

“Ohh, okay baby. My little masochist,” Vic teases you while winding up the paddle to hit your pussy again, and again, and again until it’s sensitive and starting to swell. Even though you feel like you could go for more, she stops when tears start forming at the corners of your eyes.

“Hey, you okay honey?” she asks, putting the paddle down and stroking your cheek.

“Mhm, I’m okay. I really enjoyed that actually,” you respond. “But it’s your turn now my love.” You stand up, getting used to the soreness, and push Vic over onto the bed in the position you were just in. It only takes a few hits to get Vic moaning and squirming over the pretty red hearts left on her ass cheeks.

“This is fun and all, but I wasn’t kidding when I said I’m impatient and I need to fuck you now,” Vic says, standing up and repositioning you both further onto the bed with her leaning back against a pillow at the head of the mattress and you kneeling by her side. “C’mere,” she says, gesturing for you to straddle her. “Closer.” She pulls your legs in to wrap around the sides of her head.

You lower yourself and place your sensitive pussy onto her soft pretty lips, feeling your legs get weak almost immediately. You brace your arms on the wall in front of you and Vic’s hands start pushing and pulling at your hips to rock your clit against her lips. The warm feeling in your pussy radiates throughout your body and your hips move on their own, grinding down harder onto Vic’s mouth. Her tongue switches between licking into your pussy and stroking softly at your clit.

The paddle slaps from earlier have made your pussy so sensitive you can feel yourself getting closer quickly. It’s only a matter of a few more swipes of her tongue to set you off and get you grabbing at the headboard for stability as you try not to let your legs completely give out from the strength of your orgasm.

Vic barely lets you recover at all before sitting up and repositioning you. “I know I may have worn you out a little, but I have an idea,” she says, propping your tired body up to rest on the pillow while she straddles your thigh.

“Just stay still baby, I’ll do all the work I promise,” she tells you, knowing exactly the effect she has on you. She places her hands on your shoulders and starts grinding her pussy on your upper thigh, moving higher and higher on each stroke. Her hips grind down on your hard and you try to use the strength you have left to push your thigh up against her to give her more pressure to rub against. She shifts even closer to you and her knee that’s resting between your legs starts rubbing lightly against your pussy and it’s still so sensitive but feels so good. Her legs quickly start shaking and her upper body falls onto yours. You guide her head to your neck so you can feel her breath on your skin and hear her soft moans in your ear. You grab her hips to help her grind on you when she gets too shaky until she falls apart in your arms, moaning so prettily.

“Fuuck, that was amazing baby, I love you so much,” Vic says, slowly rawling off of you only to cuddle up at your side.

“Yeah but you’re always amazing,” you reply, pulling her closer. “Happy Valentine’s Day my love.”

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