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The first time he said ‘I Love You’ - John Price 💕

Articles of clothing thrown around with a single care, bedsheets ruffled losing its perfection as the four walls welcomed the smell of sex and the echoing of breathy moans and the slapping of skin.

You hold onto John’s shoulders, your eyes committing his face to memory, keeping you company on nights when John is long gone with no contact. Keeping you warm on the night, you find yourself knuckles deep in your sopping cunt and curses spill out of your lips with no release written on your kismet without him.

You shouldn’t be attached to him. For fucks sake, he was the idiotic, rowdy boy from your childhood that you happened to run into during his time off deployment. And every now and then, you both find yourselves in bed, sweaty and begging for more from one another.

Right now, you lay in bed as John pushes you further into the mattress as he ruts into your pussy, red and raw. Voice broken, you croak out a few half-hearted protests at his thrusts. Nails scratch down his chest leaving a red tinge behind accompanied by pitiful fistful hits only fueling his ego. 

“Come on, Birdie. Keep up.” John grunts while you keen under him in the delight he provides you. 

Flowery moans escape your kiss-bitten lips, glossy with spit and tinted with lust. Back arched, giving John better access to your hips, holding them tight as he slams into you like a man starved of a woman. Not a moment later, your orgasm chases you, the pit of your stomach coiling, ragged gasps leave you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you bring him close to you, flushed at the hip. John’s weight is on top of you as he grabs a fistful of his hair tugging as he cum deep in your used cunt, filling you up, making sure that your body is moulded to him and him alone. 

You sob into his chest in blissful ecstasy, John’s face buried in the crook of your neck inhaling the scent on your sweat covered skin mixed with his own musk. Cooing in your ear, he pulls out and lays beside you rubbing your back and kissing the top of your head as you come down from your high.

“There’s my pretty girl. Did so good, yeah? Yeah, you did my sweet petal.”

That night felt different. The night was longer, the air was sweeter and the moon seemed brighter, seeping through the balcony window, leaving a soft hue casted over the bedroom. Nuzzling into your side, you bask in the warmth that radiates off him and onto you. John senses your need for warmth and touch, he wraps an arm around your shoulder bringing you even closer before pulling the blanket up to your chin. Chuckling as you nuzzle closer to him and deeper into the sheet, he places a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose, sighing softly as she relishes in the comfortable silence you find yourselves in. 

“You know, birdie…” John starts off, voice scruffy and heavy with sleep as you hum in reply. 

“I’ve realised that I’ve gotten used to you, Used to your touch and voice. Your sweet voice is like a bloody siren that keeps telling me to share a bed with you… Not to mention your laugh- music to my ears, dollface.” 

John sighs softly, rubbing his hand over his face to calm his nerves. 

“What I’m trying to say is that…bloody hell, why is this so hard? What- what I’m tryna say is that I love ya. There. There I said it, ya happy?” 

John says, turning his face to the side to see yours. 

Only to be met with your once eager, glossed over eyes to be closed, your lips parted as your snore softly, cheeks still flushed from the aftermath. 

John chuckles softly, humoured by your lack of response due to being lulled by tiredness. He kisses the top of your head once. 

“Guess I’ll have to ask ya in the morning, sweetheart.”

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The Imperfect Couple - 1 | Bucky

Character: politician!Bucky x ex-wife!reader

Summary: A separated couple must pretend to be happily married while the husband runs for Vice President, dealing with old issues and political pressures during his election campaign.

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You were exhausted. Having just returned from covering another incident, you were familiar with the grueling reality of being a journalist in a foreign country.

Limited access compared to local reporters made the job even more challenging. Despite your fatigue, this was the career you had chosen and loved.

When you arrived at your apartment, you noticed a woman waiting for you. She was shorter and bustier than you, with curly, short red hair. The woman approached you with a confident stride.

“Hello. My name is Natasha,” she introduced herself, handing you a business card.

You glanced at the card, noting her affiliation with the Secret Service.

Is this for real?

“Yes. How may I help you?” You asked, confusion evident in your voice as you fumbled with your keys at the doorknob.

“I’m here to bring you back home,” Natasha replied.

“Why?” you asked, still trying to process why a Secret Service agent would be looking for you.

“Because your husband is looking for you,” Natasha said.

You froze, your mind struggling to make sense of what you had just heard. Turning slowly, you looked at Natasha, your face betraying a hint of incredulous amusement. “I’m sorry? You must be mistaken. I’ve been divorced for years.”

“Yes, I know the story,” Natasha said, her tone steady.

“Goodbye then,” you said quickly, attempting to close the door. The mention of your ex-husband was something you had left behind, and you wanted nothing to do with it.

“The divorce was never finalized,” Natasha said firmly.

“What?” you exclaimed, your eyes widening in disbelief. You had signed the documents, or so you thought. You swung the door open wide and saw two more men standing beside Natasha, their presence making it clear you were outnumbered—three to one.

“Seems like you’ve come to understand the situation,” Natasha said. “I’ll explain everything, but for now, you need to follow me.”

What she meant by following her quickly became apparent as the men gently but firmly guided you toward a car.

Inside, you hoped Natasha would provide answers, but she continued making calls, leaving you in a state of growing frustration.

Upon arriving at the airport, you realized it was not a regular one but a private jet facility.

“Let’s go,” Natasha said, gesturing toward the plane’s stairs.

As you climbed aboard, you noticed Natasha following closely behind. An air steward offered you a tray with a cup of jasmine tea. You took a sip, the delicate aroma providing a brief moment of comfort.

“Let me guess, this is his plane?” you asked, your tone tinged with suspicion.

“Yes,” Natasha nodded.

As the plane took off, the tension in the cabin was palpable.

“You still haven’t said a word,” you remarked, trying to break the silence.

“Because of the timing and for precautions,” Natasha said, her expression serious. “You won’t like what I’m going to say.”

“Tell me something I don’t hate more. You know how much I despise my ex-husband and his family,” you snapped, the bitterness clear in your voice. The memories of their interference and disdain for your background still stung deeply.

“Your husband is going to be the candidate for Vice President,” Natasha said, her voice steady despite the gravity of the news.

“...What?” you replied, your voice barely a whisper as you processed the information.

Natasha didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she pulled out a tablet and handed it to you. On the screen, you saw a video of your ex-husband. He stood proudly in a suit, smiling and raising his arms as the crowd erupted in cheers.

The title beneath the video read, “James Barnes: The Youngest Candidate for Vice President.”

You gasped, your disbelief palpable. “This is a joke.”

“Hundreds of supporters don’t think it’s a joke, ma’am,” Natasha replied, her tone matter-of-fact.

“And the reason I’m here is because he needs you,” she continued.

You clenched your fists in anger. The reason for your resentment was clear: his ambition and his family’s obsessive involvement in politics. Their relentless meddling had been one of the key reasons for your separation.

“Turn this plane around,” you demanded, your voice strained. You didn’t understand why, but exhaustion was overtaking you, and your eyes felt heavy.

Natasha glanced at her watch, a hint of sympathy in her gaze. “You must be feeling sleepy.”

You widened your eyes and looked at the tea cup, realizing its effects. You shot Natasha a glare, frustration mixing with fatigue.

“I’m just doing my job, ma’am,” Natasha said, accepting a blanket from the air stewardess.

You wanted to protest, but the energy drained from you. As your vision dimmed, you felt a wave of drowsiness. You closed your eyes and succumbed to sleep.

Natasha watched you as you fell asleep, then carefully draped the blanket over you. She turned to her colleagues with a resolute expression. “Tell him to pick up his wife.”

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You slowly regained consciousness, your head feeling heavy and foggy. As you blinked open your eyes, the reality of your surroundings became clear: you were still on the airplane, but it had stopped moving. The plane had arrived, and you were still groggy from the drugs.

“Welcome home,” a familiar voice said.

You widened your eyes, trying to focus on the figure before you. There, standing with a knowing smile, was your ex-husband, Bucky.

His smile seemed almost out of place given the situation, and you found it impossible to return it. You struggled to sit up, your limbs feeling leaden.

“Of course,” you said, your voice thick with sarcasm. “The last thing I needed was to wake up and see your smug face.”

Bucky’s expression remained impassive. “Careful now. You wouldn’t want to offend the future Vice President.”

“Future Vice President, huh?” you shot back, your irritation flaring. “Is that why you dragged me back here? You need a trophy wife to complete your perfect image?”

“You’re not just a trophy wife,” Bucky said, his tone dripping with condescension. “You’re a crucial part of my public image. A divorce would be a PR disaster.”

“Is that right?” you snapped. “You’re using me as a prop, aren’t you? You couldn’t just leave me alone. Some of us have lives outside your political games.”

“You think this is bad?” Bucky said, frustration seeping into his voice. “Imagine what would happen if the public found out about our separation. It’s all about maintaining appearances.”

“You’re still the same,” you said, your anger flaring.

Bucky’s expression hardened. “Let’s be honest here. You wouldn’t have left if you didn’t think I was using you. But if you think this is a game, you’re wrong. I need you to play along until the election.”

“And if I refuse?” you challenged.

“One year,” Bucky said, his gaze steady. “Until the election is over. Then I’ll give you anything you want. Just play the part of a happy wife until then.”

You knew why he needed you. His political career depended on maintaining a perfect public image. Only a few people were aware of your separation, so you had to pretend to be a happy married couple to avoid public scrutiny.

As you struggled to stand, Bucky stepped forward to help you. His touch was steady but impersonal. Both of you exited the jet, greeted by a throng of press and cameras. The narrative they were fed was clear: the Vice Presidential candidate picking up his sick wife.

With the press closing in, you turned to Bucky and said, “I see you’ve thought this through. Dragging me back here like a prized possession. What’s next? A public appearance where we hold hands and share a tearful reunion?”

Bucky met your gaze with a calm but resolute expression. “It’s not just about appearances. The election is critical, and I need stability. Having you here will help maintain that.”

“You’re the only one I could turn to. I need you,” he said.

The words “I need you” echoed with the same urgency he once used, the very words that had drawn you to him. But now, they felt hollow.

Bucky’s expression remained unchanged. He had no apologies to offer, and the facade of your ‘happy marriage’ had to remain intact.

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Fragments — one shot

Harry runs into Y/N in Japan. She is his ex and she is seeking closure.

Author's note: Hello everyone, I hope you are all doing well. Here is this week's one shot! I hope you enjoy it. LOTS OF ANGST! The second part will get posted tomorrow.

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Please note that everything that is both underlined and italicized is from the past—they are flashbacks!

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As the sun began its descent in the late afternoon sky, Shiba Park in Tokyo was bathed in a gentle, golden light. The cherry blossoms, just beginning to bloom, added a delicate touch of pink to the scene, signaling the early days of spring. The air was crisp but not cold, filled with the subtle fragrance of blooming flowers and fresh grass.

Harry Styles, hoping to escape the relentless pace of his life, walked through the park with a coffee in hand. Dressed casually, he blended in with the locals, his trademark curls tucked under a beanie and his eyes hidden behind sunglasses. The sounds of children playing, birds chirping, and the distant hum of the city created a peaceful backdrop.

As Harry roamed along the winding paths, taking in the serene beauty of the park, his attention was drawn to a familiar figure sitting on the grass. It was Y/N, his ex-girlfriend, enjoying a solitary picnic. A blanket was spread out before her, adorned with an assortment of snacks and a book lying open beside her. She seemed lost in her own world, her face relaxed and serene.

Two years had passed since their breakup, a period marked by unresolved tensions and painful memories. Seeing Y/N unexpectedly stirred a mix of emotions within Harry. He paused, torn between the urge to approach and the instinct to keep his distance. The years apart had softened some of the bitterness, but the wounds were still there, just beneath the surface.

Y/N, sensing someone's gaze, looked up and their eyes met. For a moment, time stood still. The park faded away, and all that existed was the shared history and unspoken words between them. Harry's heart raced, and he wondered if the universe was giving them a chance to get some closure or if it was sick joke.

Harry's breath hitched slightly as he stood there, unsure of what to do next. His mind raced with memories of their past together—the good times, the laughter, the fights, and ultimately, the heartbreak. He took a tentative step forward, then stopped. Y/N, on the other hand, seemed to be caught in a similar turmoil. Her eyes, which had initially shown surprise, softened as she looked at him, but there was also a hint of uncertainty.

The sounds of the park seemed to fade into the background as they continued to hold each other’s gaze. Finally, Harry took another step forward and then another until he was standing a few feet away from her. He hesitated, then managed a small, tentative smile.

“I thought Japan was my territory and off limits for you” he said, his voice gentle, almost hesitant.

“Didn’t realize that we still had divided territories. Weren’t you in Italy a few weeks ago?” she replied, a playful tone in her voice, but her expression a mix of surprise and amusement. She shifted slightly on the blanket, making room as if inviting him to sit.

He took the invitation, lowering himself onto the grass beside her. For a few moments, they sat in silence, the only sounds being the rustling of leaves and distant laughter from other park visitors. Harry took a sip of his coffee, searching for the right words.

"Point taken," he said with a knowing smile, aware that Italy held a special place in her heart. Perhaps that's why he found himself spending most of his free time there—chasing her and the memories they had once shared. Italy had become one of refuge, a place where he could feel closer to her, even if she was no longer by his side.

"I didn’t expect to see you here," he finally said, glancing at her.

"I didn’t expect to see you either," she replied, a faint smile touching her lips. "How have you been?"

He nodded, looking down at his coffee cup. "I've been... busy. Touring, recording, the usual. What about you?"

“Good. Nothing unusual” she said, her gaze drifting to the cherry blossoms. "Life's been quiet, but good.”

"How long are you staying?"

"A month."

"You finally took those vacations," he smiled warmly, fully aware of how much she had dreamed of this much-needed break. The thought of her taking time for herself brought a sense of relief—he had always wanted her to prioritize her well-being, even if their paths had diverged.

Y/N nodded, a grateful expression softening her features. "Yes, finally," she replied, a hint of exhaustion tinged with excitement in her voice. "I needed this more than I realized."

Harry looked at her, noticing the subtle signs of weariness that hinted at the weight she had been carrying. "I'm glad you're giving yourself this time," he said sincerely. "You deserve it."

As they sat on the grass, Y/N suddenly glanced at her watch and then back at Harry, her expression shifting. "I need to get going," she said softly, her voice tinged with reluctance.

Harry looked at her, concern etching his features. "Is everything okay?"

She nodded, forcing a small smile. "Yeah, everything's fine. I just... I have stuff to do."

Harry felt a pang of disappointment but tried to hide it. "I get it," he said quietly, his voice filled with sincerity. “Let me walk you out?”

Y/N hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah. Sure”.

They stood up together, brushing off their clothes. As they walked side by side through the park, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across their path. The silence between them was comfortable, though charged with unspoken words and hidden feelings.

Y/N looked at him momentarily and she felt like she was in the dream. Like in one of the numerous dreams that she had when they had just broken up.

As they neared the exit, Harry felt a growing sense of urgency. He wasn’t ready to let her go just yet. The thought of not seeing her again gnawed at him, so he took a deep breath and asked, "What are you doing tomorrow?"

Y/N glanced at him, sensing the hesitation in his voice. "I’m not sure yet."

Harry's heart raced as he quickly blurted out, "I’m taking a course on making sushi in the afternoon, and in the evening, I was invited to an art exhibition. Would you like to come with me?"

He winced slightly, realizing how rushed and jumbled his words had sounded. But to his relief, Y/N seemed to understand him perfectly. She hesitated, clearly taken aback by the suddenness of the invitation. Her mind raced with conflicting emotions. Part of her wanted to decline, to remind herself of the pain that still lingered from their past. Yet another part of her, the part that still held onto the connection they once shared, was tempted to say yes.

She looked at him, trying to gauge his intentions. It wasn’t lost on her how much effort he was putting into this, how much he seemed to want to bridge the gap between them. But she also knew that accepting would mean opening old wounds, and she wasn’t sure she was ready for that.

Deep down, she felt a strong need for closure. She deserved at least that from him—an explanation for everything that had happened in those last few months. The questions that had haunted her, the confusion that lingered, all demanded answers. And as much as she wanted to protect herself from further pain, she knew that without closure, she would never truly be able to move on.

She took a deep breath, her mind racing as she weighed her options. Harry’s invitation felt like an opportunity—a chance to finally confront the unresolved issues between them, to hear his side of the story, and maybe even to find some peace.

“Okay,” she said quietly, meeting his gaze. “I’ll go”.

Harry’s eyes lit up with a mix of surprise and relief. “Really?”

She nodded, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah”. she agreed, feeling a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

Harry nodded, his smile growing. “I’ll pick you up”.

“Sounds good” She gave him a small nod.

As Y/N walked away, a surprising sense of calm washed over her. She returned to the charming Airbnb she had rented, a place that had captivated her with its traditional decor and tranquil Japanese garden. This trip had been a rare indulgence—she never took vacations, so she had splurged on a stay that offered peace and serenity. Running into Harry had been the last thing she expected, a twist she hadn’t anticipated.

Once back, Y/N found herself reaching for the bottle of wine she had been saving for her last night in Japan. She poured herself a generous glass, savoring the rich aroma, and then slid open one of the doors that led to the garden. Sitting on the edge, she let her gaze drift over the carefully tended landscape, the soft rustle of leaves in the evening breeze soothing her nerves.

As she sipped her wine, memories flooded back—how it all began with Harry, how blissfully happy they had been during those first two years. The laughter, the shared dreams, the moments that had once made her heart soar.

Y/N rushed through the crowded streets, her phone cradle between her ear and shoulder as she fumbled with bags. She was late, as usual, and in the midst of her hurried pace, she decided to call her coworker to confirm a meeting time.

Without looking too closely, she scrolled through her contacts and dialed the number of her coworker. The phone rang twice before a voice answered on the other end.

“Hello?” a deep, distinctly British voice said.

“Hey, I’m running a bit late,” Y/N said not bothering with pleasantries. “But I’m almost there, so don’t leave without me, okay?”

There was a brief pause on the other end. “Um, I think you might have the wrong number, love,” the voice replied, amusement clear in the tone.

Y/N stopped dead in her tracks, her heart skipping a beat. That wasn’t her coworker’s voice. Realization hit her like a freight train.

“Oh my God,” she blurted out, her face flushing with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, I thought I was calling someone else!”

The man on the other end chuckled, a warm, easy sound that somehow made her feel even more flustered. “It’s not every day I get a call like this. I’m amused”

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could disappear into thin air. “I’m so sorry,” she repeated, feeling like a complete idiot. “I didn’t mean to bother you.”

“You’re not bothering me at all. Don’t hang up just yet” He assured her, his voice still light with humor. “I’m a bit curious now. Who were you trying to call?”

“My coworker,” she replied, still mortified. “We were supposed to meet for a presentation, and I’m runnin —”

Suddenly, the call cut off, the connection lost as she moved through a spotty area of service. She stared at her phone in disbelief, her face heating up with a mix of mortification and frustration.

She hesitated, her finger hovering over the screen, but she couldn’t bring herself to redial. It had been a mistake, after all. He probably didn’t think twice about it, she told herself, brushing off the encounter as nothing more than a fleeting moment of awkwardness.

Little did she know, the brief exchange would leave a lasting impression on him. The first track on his next album would be inspired by that stranger’s call, and it would become a hit record.

The next day, as they strolled through the bustling streets of Japan, Harry noticed the silence that had settled between them. The vibrant surroundings seemed to contrast with the quiet tension that hung in the air. He glanced over at Y/N, who was lost in thought, her expression distant.

“You’re quieter than usual,” Harry remarked gently, breaking the silence. His tone was soft, tinged with concern as he searched her face for any sign of what might be on her mind.

Y/N looked up, startled out of her thoughts. She offered him a small, almost apologetic smile. “Just taking it all in,” she replied, her voice quieter than usual too, as if she were trying to keep something at bay.

Harry nodded, but he could tell there was more to it. There was a weight in her eyes that hadn’t been there before, a heaviness that seemed to grow with each step they took closer to the restaurant he had reserved for their private cooking lesson.

“I don’t want this to be awkward,” Harry said, sensing the tension that lingered between them. He wanted to clear the air, to ease the unease that seemed to hang over them, but he knew that doing so would mean opening Pandora’s box—revealing a lot of things he wasn’t ready to confront just yet.

Harry’s words hung in the air, and for a moment, Y/N hesitated. She didn’t want to make things more difficult, but the weight of unspoken questions pressed down on her, demanding to be acknowledged.

“Harry,” she began, her voice trembling slightly as she forced herself to continue, “what went wrong?”.

The question hung there, raw and exposed, cutting through the fragile peace they had tried to maintain. Harry’s steps faltered, his breath catching as he turned to face her, the streets of Japan fading into the background.

“Y/N…” he started, but his voice trailed off, as if he couldn’t find the right words. Or maybe he was afraid of them.

She looked into his eyes, searching for something—an answer, an apology, anything that could make sense of the pain that had consumed her in the months after their breakup. “We used to be happy until those last few months,” she continued, her voice barely above a whisper.

Harry’s chest tightened as memories of their past came rushing back. He could see it all so clearly—the late-night conversations that stretched into the early morning, the spontaneous trips, the way she used to look at him with so much love in her eyes. It was all there, and it hurt to think about how they had lost it.

Y/N stood outside the studio, her heart pounding in her chest as she leaned against the wall, trying to stay out of sight. She had only been dating Harry for a few weeks, and everything still felt so new, so fragile. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but when she’d arrived at the studio, the sound of his voice singing had stopped her in her tracks.

She could hear him inside, his voice smooth and captivating as he worked through a melody with a small group of people. Y/N knew she should knock, let him know she was there, but something held her back. She was still shy around him, nervous about stepping into his world, a world she felt she was only just beginning to understand.

The music flowed through the walls, wrapping around her like a comforting embrace. She could hear the passion in Harry’s voice, the way he poured himself into every note. It was mesmerizing, and she found herself leaning closer to the door, not wanting to miss a single word.

She bit her lip, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she listened. This was Harry in his element, doing what he loved, and she didn’t want to interrupt that. But as much as she loved hearing him sing, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being out of place, like she was intruding on something private.

Just as she was about to quietly slip away, the door to the studio creaked open. One of the musicians stepped out, giving Y/N a polite nod as he passed by. She froze, hoping he hadn’t noticed her lingering there like some awkward fan. But as the door swung wider, Y/N realized with a jolt that Harry was looking directly at her.

He paused mid-sentence, his eyes lighting up with surprise and something else—something warmer. A smile spread across his face, and he excused himself from the group, his gaze never leaving hers as he stepped toward the doorway.

“Hey darlin’” Harry said softly, his voice carrying a mix of amusement and affection. “How long have you been out here?”

Y/N blushed, feeling caught. “Not long,” she lied, glancing down at her shoes. “I didn’t want to interrupt… You sounded amazing, by the way.”

Harry chuckled, the sound rich and warm. “You could’ve come in, you know. I don’t bite,” he teased, but his eyes were gentle, understanding her hesitation.

“I didn’t want to disturb you,” she admitted, still feeling a bit shy under his gaze.

“Come here. You can never distract me” Harry said, his tone sincere. He reached out, taking her into a tight hug. Harry pulled Y/N into a warm embrace, his arms wrapping around her as if he were trying to shield her from the world. She melted into him, her head resting against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The warmth of his body seeped into hers, and for a moment, everything else faded away.

Harry held her close, his hand gently stroking her back in slow, soothing circles. The tension she had felt earlier began to dissolve in the comfort of his embrace, replaced by a sense of peace that only he could bring her. He smelled like a mix of his cologne and something uniquely him, a scent that was both familiar and calming.

He pulled back just enough to look down at her, his eyes soft with affection.

“You are staring” She murmured, her voice low and tender. Before she could add anything else, Harry leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, his lips lingering there for a moment as if to seal his words with reassurance.

The kiss was sweet, filled with a quiet promise that made Y/N’s heart flutter. When he pulled back, he gave her a soft smile, his eyes filled with warmth. Without letting go of her, Harry reached down and took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. His grip was firm, yet gentle.

“You tell me,” Harry said, his voice suddenly sharp, cutting through the tension between them. “You were the one who left.” The bitterness in his tone was undeniable, the memory of that night still raw and vivid in his mind.

Y/N flinched at the harshness in his words, the pain of that night rushing back to her as well. “You still don’t get it? “How hard is to accept the fact that I left you because you didn’t deserve me?”. She shot back, her voice trembling with emotion. “You shut me out. You pushed me away until I couldn’t take it”.

Harry’s jaw tightened, the frustration and hurt that had been simmering inside him now boiling over. “I didn’t know how to talk to you,” he admitted, the vulnerability in his voice catching her off guard. “I still don’t know how to talk to you”.

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears, her heart breaking all over again. “You made me feel like I wasn’t enough,” she whispered, the words spilling out before she could stop them. “Like I couldn’t do anything right, and that no matter how hard I tried, I was always going to lose you.”

Harry’s expression softened, the anger in his eyes giving way to regret. “It’s here” He said, his voice barely above a whisper as they arrived at the restaurant.

As they arrive at the restaurant, the atmosphere feels almost serene, a stark contrast to the tension that still lingers between them. The restaurant is tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, its traditional wooden façade illuminated by soft, warm lights. The sliding door opens as they approach, and they are greeted by the chef, a kind-looking man dressed in traditional Japanese clothing. His warm smile crinkles the corners of his eyes, and he bows slightly as he welcomes them.

"Welcome," the chef says in a gentle voice, his English tinged with a thick accent. "It is an honor to have you here today."

Harry returns the bow, his hand still lightly resting on Y/N’s back as they step inside. “Thank you for having us,” he replies, his tone respectful.

The chef guides them down a narrow hallway, leading them into a cozy kitchen space at the back of the restaurant. The kitchen is immaculate, with gleaming countertops and neatly arranged utensils. Fresh ingredients are laid out in beautiful wooden bowls, each one perfectly prepared for the lesson ahead. The smell of fresh fish, rice, and various seasonings fills the air, making Y/N’s stomach rumble slightly in anticipation.

The chef turns to them with another smile. “Today, we will be learning the art of sushi,” he says, gesturing to the ingredients. “Please, take an apron.”

Y/N reaches for one of the aprons hanging on a nearby hook, the fabric soft and clean in her hands. She fumbles slightly with the ties, her fingers a bit clumsy as she tries to secure it around her waist. Before she can figure it out, Harry steps forward, his hands gentle as he takes the ties from her.

“Here, let me help,” he says softly, his voice filled with a quiet warmth that makes her heart skip a beat.

Y/N turns slightly, allowing him to stand behind her. She feels the warmth of his breath on the back of her neck as he carefully ties the apron around her, his fingers brushing against her back in a way that sends shivers down her spine. There’s a tenderness in the way he handles the simple task, a care that speaks volumes, even without words.

“All set,” Harry murmurs, his voice close to her ear. He gives the ties a gentle tug to make sure they’re secure before stepping back, a small, almost shy smile playing on his lips.

Y/N glances over her shoulder at him, her heart fluttering at the look in his eyes. “Thanks,” she whispers, her voice soft as she tries to ignore the way her emotions are threatening to bubble up to the surface.

The chef, oblivious to the silent exchange between them, claps his hands together, drawing their attention back to the task at hand. “Let us begin,” he says with enthusiasm. “I will show you how to prepare the rice, and then we will move on to cutting the fish.”

Y/N takes a deep breath, trying to refocus her mind on the lesson ahead. But even as the chef begins to explain the process, she can’t shake the feeling of Harry’s hands on her, the lingering warmth of his touch a constant reminder of the connection that still exists between them, despite everything that has happened.

Part 2

[emberglowfox]

addendum for clarity— i am looking for a means of keeping track of time-based goals and my progress on them. for example, i want to put in, say, two hours of work in on a personal project a week. i want something that will show me that goal and then let me record how much time and when i’m working on it to track my progress and help me meet that goal. i’ve seen fitness apps that do similar things, but those are more exclusively for workouts.

does anyone know of/use any good like... time management apps? like some sort of checklist where you can input time-based goals and mark them off? i'm trying to get more organized this year and put regular, organized time into some of my personal and portfolio projects instead of wasting away on instagram for hours a day, and i like keeping track of that sort of thing

[nyctoaerah]

Can you please write about kissing utahime or sanemi's scars? Any of your choosing between them ofc!❣️ Love your writing sm btw!!🥹🫶🏽

★ KISSING HIS SCARS!

CONTENT: Fluff, Implied that there’s an established relationship between Sanemi and Reader, Slightly suggestive at the end.

PAIRINGS: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Fem! Reader

“Y’know... your scars are really pretty...”

“Are you trying to seduce me and distract me from the fact that you just slandered my breathing technique?”

Sanemi scowled, his nails digging into the flesh of your hip as he gazed up at you from his position in your lap.

“Aww, come on Nemi.. i was just joking,” you cooed, leaning down to boop his nose gently with your fingertip. A fiery blush immediately bloomed across his cheeks at the tender gesture

“tch..”

His strong jaw clenched as he warded off the fluttering sensation in his stomach.

“Doesn’t mean it’s funny,” he grumbled stubbornly, though his defiant tone was undermined by the visible effect you had on his body.

“Are you not even gonna say sorry?”

You raised a brow, pouting your soft lips enticingly as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

“I would.. but.. i’m not apologetic.”

“means that it won’t be genuine.”

you said, biting your lip to suppress a smile as his blush deepened. Sanemi rolled his eyes as his hands slid further up your thighs. 

“Figures. You’re a brat after all, I don’t even know how I’ve managed to put up with that attitude of yours,.” he muttered, his warm breath caressing your skin. 

His hand disengaged from your hip to glide upward, cupping your jaw in a proprietary grasp.

“But i still love you.”

With deft force, he tilted your face toward his, turning you just enough for his lips to graze the shell of your ear.

“... I just noticed... but you look prettier today,” 

“That’s random.”

You quirked a brow, amused. “I’m always pretty.”

“Aye, which is why I said ‘prettier’, Sufletul meu.”

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmured, his lips brushing softly against the pulse point below your jaw. A shiver coursed through your body at his touch, though you averted your eyes, feeling the flush of heat rise in your cheeks.

“Heh. Simp.” you teased.

Your fingers gripped his chin firmly, pulling his face away from your neck. Leaning in close so that your warm breath mingled with his own, you murmured softly

“You like me that much?” A playful giggle escaped your lips as you gazed into his eyes.

For a moment he said nothing, only holding your stare with an intense look before he finally spoke.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he replied lowly.

“No need for that. I already know.”

Smiling knowingly, you turned your head to brush your lips gently along his jaw, savoring the way his muscles tensed at your delicate ministrations. 

Your kisses trailed higher, pressing tenderly to the scar marring the right side of his forehead.

“You’ve gotten a new scar, I see.”  You mumbled.

“From my recent mission,” Sanemi replied, shoulders slumping slightly as memories of the fight surfaced in his mind. The stupid demon’s weapon had raked fiercely across his forehead, yet another blemish to add to the myriad of scars already mapped across his features — not that he gives a fuck anyways.

“You’ve got so many scars now, y’know”  You observed, calloused fingertips tracing lightly over the ridges of damaged flesh.

He hummed softly at his ministrations, tilting your head to allow him better access.

“Sure..”

“How’d you know this one was new then? if my face is so scarred, i mean.” 

“I just know, alright?”

“I know what parts i’ve kissed. And I’ve not tasted this spot up till now.”

“So it must be fresh. Don’t worry though, I’ll memorize this one too, just as I have all the rest.”

“Uh-huh,” Sanemi mumbled, his eyes narrowing as he observed you tenderly planting kisses on the rough terrain of his scars.

The warmth of your lips against his skin sent a shiver down his spine, eliciting a soft sigh to escape his lips.

“Are you done yet?”

he breathed, the words barely more than a whisper as he closed his eyes, relishing in the tenderness of your affectionate gesture.

After a minute though, Sanemi spoke up again.

“You know... Instead of using that pretty mouth to kiss me here...” His voice trailed off, a low hum resonating in his chest as he finally opened his eyes, his gaze locking with yours.

With a sudden movement, he reached out, his fingers tangled in your hair, and tugged gently, urging you to meet his gaze.

“You can use it somewhere else,” 

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚��𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.♡

©𝐍𝐲𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐡 || 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐀/𝐍: HELP SORRY POOKIE IF IT’S TOO SHORT... I HV NO IDEA ON WHAT TO DO... AND IF I CONTINUED THAT THEN IT WILL SORTA LEAD TO A SMUT... but maybe i’ll just do a part two...? ANYWAYS GUYS, PLS SEND ME SOME KNY REQUESTS, PRETTY PLSPLSPLSPLS🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 or a suguru req...

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hallo! This isn't a smut request, but how do you think Dick Grayson would react to the reader liking being called a good girl? Have a nice day, and I LOVE how you write the Batfam! :3

The moment Dick finds that you liked the praise he gives you, the teasing smirk is already spreading across his face as he commits this vital moment to memory.

He will use this knowledge to his advantage however he can just to see that expression he adored so much upon your face. You had unknowingly gave him an excuse to always be in your proximity however he can when he felt the need, the want to tease you just that little bit.

You didn’t have to be doing anything in particular for him to praise you;

You could be making breakfast and Dick would walk up behind you, hold you by the waist and whisper in your ear ‘making us breakfast are you? That’s my good girl/boy/spouse.’ He then kisses the side of your head all the while acting coy to the flustered look upon your face, or how your body seemingly stiffened up afterwards as he walks away, feeling accomplished.

You could be getting ready for the day ahead and Dick would only watch from the comfort of your shared bed, head in his hands, with an adoring look in his eyes that easily masked the mischief beneath.

‘What?’ You’d ask upon seeing him staring.

‘Oh nothing, just admiring how effortlessly gorgeous my pretty boy/girl/spouse is.’ Dick would say casually but smirk when he saw how your eyes were blown wide open, your shifting your weight out of habit when you don’t know how to respond for something, and how you suddenly found it hard to maintain eye contact with him.

Hell you could just be existing in harmony with Hayley and Dick would find it worth the praising.

‘Who’s daddy’s good little girl.’ He’d say mainly towards Hayley and could clearly see your immediate reaction out of the corner of his eyes, but choose to be ignorant of this until later one where he has you alone.

‘Hayley’s gone to bed.’ You tell him from your place on the couch as Dick sits next to you and places his hand on your thigh.

‘I know, is it wrong for me to spend time with you?’ He replied as you look at him suspiciously.

‘What do you want.’ You asked as you watched as Dick caressed your thigh and seemingly rest himself against your side.

‘Nothing. Other than to show my good girl/boy/ spouse a little bit of loving that I’ve been depriving them all day.’ Dick then says as he began peppering your neck in kisses as you groaned and moved your head back to give him more access, closing your eyes in bliss.

You gave Dick a power that he will not relent anytime soon but he would only use it sparingly and accordingly as to keep your reactions when he does is genuine and authentic.

[cosmosis]

MOVED TO @seratopia

miguel o’hara x reader (fluff) - surprise visit modern au!

an unfamiliar secretary won’t let you into the building to visit your husband, Miguel, at his office

Visiting your husband at work may as well be the best way for you to spend your day off. He’s been working hard, his passion truly bursting at the seams when he talks to you about the latest improvement project he’s been working on for the past three weeks. 

You’re walking down the sidewalk in an outfit you knew would make Miguel go crazy, holding a nice bouquet of flowers in your arm. You decided men don’t get flowers enough, so you’re here to fill in that gap. He really deserves more than flowers anyway. 

With the badge embedded into your watch, you scan your wrist against the access monitor on the wall. The doors automatically open, and you feel a nice gust of air conditioning run into you. 

The office is very modern, clean, and sleek. All around you are advanced units of technology; a result of your husband’s successes. It smells the same it always has; clean, crisp, and slightly minty. As you walk through the doors, you’re greeted with the exact same things you always are; same lounge chairs, same grand elevator... 

Though, you don’t recognize the secretary at the desk. 

She’s blonde, red lipstick smeared onto her tight lips in an unwelcoming frown. A matching pearl set adorned over her crisp, dark blue blazer. 

Usually, you’d say hi to the secretary you knew, Lyla. You assume she got fired, which was a real shame, you love her sass. She was always so kind to you, saying hi with a smile, or offering to help guide you through the office and such. 

But instead, you walk right past the desk, digging through your memories to find how you managed to find Miguel’s main office last time. 

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?“

Her voice is just as snarky as you had imagined. 

“Visiting Miguel?“ You pause, your patience already growing extremely thin for the new secretary. You’d probably chat about this to Miguel later, maybe bat an eyelash or two to convince him about hiring someone different. 

“Nuh uh! Miguel O’Hara is busy right now, not open for any visitors at the moment.“ She replies, fixating her eyes on the large monitor in front of her. 

You pause for a moment, critically thinking things through for a moment. 

“Oh! I get it. M’am, you haven’t met me before, have you?“ You ask, trying your best to not crinkle the flowers in your hands. She raises a single eyebrow, glaring as if you insulted her mother. (Which, you might as well should do.)

“I’m Miguel’s spouse. He lets me visit him whenever, I even have my badge right here-“

She holds up a single manicured finger. 

“Nice try, but my charts right here say that Miguel is busy at the moment. Try another time, maybe send him a fan letter or something.“

Your blood starts to boil as the new secretary has a satisfied smirk on her face. 

Instead of choosing violence and risking your hair getting ruined, you opt for the better option. Glaring at the desk manager directly in the eye, you pull out your cellphone from your pocket, manually pressing the contact button for Miguel. You wait for the phone to dial, pressing the cellular to your ear whilst examining your own nails. 

And finally, he answers. 

“Hm? You need something, honey?“

“Miguel.“

Miguel on the other line, freezes to a halt. Now, he knows he’s in trouble. Carefully, he clears his throat. 

“What is it, sweetie?“

You take a deep breath. “Your... secretary isn’t letting me into the office. Will you fix that, please?”

Miguel pinches between his eyebrows, groaning. 

“Of course, hun. I’ll be down in a sec.“

“Thank you, Miguel.“

The call ends, but the secretary still stares at you like you’ve thrown up all over her salad. She almost looks like she’s going to laugh, which makes you even madder. 

Within literally a few seconds, the elevator whirs to a halt, the top light switching on with a chime. As expected, your husband walks through the sliding doors, clad in a crisp white dress shirt and office pants. He’s so undeniably gorgeous, you almost consider forgiving the secretary. 

But, you don’t. 

“Ah, Miguel, this p-“

“Shut your mouth for moment, would you?“

The woman is taken aback, red bursting onto her cheeks as her fake smile melts into a frown. Her mouth is left agape, watching as Miguel saunters over to you with a smile. 

“What happened?“ Miguel asks, his Office Face™ dissolving into a genuine smile. He slots his hands to your waist, silently peering at the flowers in your arms. 

“Well, I was going to come surprise you... but then she said that you were busy.” You reply, pouting. 

“Aww, baby, it’s okay.“ He smooches the top of your head. “The flowers are pretty. I’ll handle this.“

Miguel then swerves around, this time with his Office Face™ on. He keeps his hand glued to your side, each step of his getting louder and louder as he makes his way towards the desk. 

“Tiffany.“

Tiffany, in question, shudders, keeping her eyes glued to the floor while a shit-eating smirk finds its’ way onto your face. No remorse whatsoever. 

“From now, until tonight, please let my partner into the building whenever they like.“

“Yes, sir. Why until tonight?“ 

“Because I’m firing you from any future stand-in’s, or any sort of work in here for the matter.“

Miguel: 1 Tiffany: 0

Tiffany looks like she has so much she wants to say, so much that she could scream at this very moment... but instead, she stays silent. You can see a vein practically ready to burst at her temple, her jaw grinding her teeth in her mouth. 

“I will dismiss you at the end of the day, Tiffany. I expect you to cause no more trouble until then.“

Tiffany is left utterly speechless, her jaw left slightly agape. Miguel ushers you by your back towards the elevator, poking and prodding his finger at the flowers in your grasp. 

Automatically, the elevator doors smoothly slide open, and you both step inside. You stare at the glass view outside, watching as the two of you get higher and higher above the city.

“I even had my badge, and she didn’t let me.“ You frown, indulgently leaning into Miguel’s chest. 

“I’m sorry, hun. Lyla’s out sick for a bit, so she was the only substitute I could find for today.“

Apologetically, he rubs your back, secretly praying that you’d forget about the whole ordeal so you’d pay attention to him instead. 

“S’okay. Thank god Lyla wasn’t fired.“ You mumble, breathing a sigh of relief. 

“She’s annoying, but she does her job well.“ Miguel remarks, and you gasp, personally offended on behalf of your beloved Lyla. 

“No she’s not! She’s super nice, actually.“

“Whatever.” Miguel scoffs. “Kiss me.”

“No. You called Lyla annoying.” 

these oneshots have really skyrocketed my account! thank you guys so much for the positive feedback, i love loveee reading all the comments i get! please stay tuned for more!

- cosmosis <333

© 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒔.

[randomly--accessed--memories]

At some point, Niffty gets a hold of Vox's work shirt during laundry day and embroiders "Vaughn" onto the area that's usually covered by the name tag, just because. It sort of defeats one of the purposes of the name tag, but Vox is so happy with it that no one bothers to point that out.

[fullfriendnerdclutch]

Javier looked behind his back and as he correctly guessed, it's Mrs. Huntington that cannot hide her disappointment

"Andrew! I told you, don't fool around with the technician, his rate is hourly!" said Mrs. Huntington as he called the Latino technician with his son's name

"Unggghhh ffuuuckkk mom.....why are you so....mmpphh early??? You told me that you would be back around 5 PM," replied Javier as his hand still tugging his hardening 6.5 incher slick meat

"Because I cannot trust you, Andrew. And I clearly have the reason for that. Now clean him up and then get yourself out from him. His work is not finished yet,"

"Can I just do his work? I have access to his brain, I can do whatever you paid him to do. Promise I'll finish before 5 and he will have no memory of any of my playtime with him. Heck, I'll even drive him back to his run down flat he shared with his boyfriend Emilio and younger bro, Juan. Three Mexican immigrant tryna make a living in the States.....mmmhhhh.....Juan looked so delicious from his mem---" said Andrew comfortably voicing out his thoughts using Javier's sultry voice and accessing Javier's memories

"Andrew Huntington-Moore......this is yoir last chance. Get out from him before I expelled you from him instead,"

"Grrrr...you are such a buzzkill, mom. You really are out here acting as if you didn't do this kind of shit when you were young,"

"Fun fact, I didn't. My mom and my dad would kill me on the spot if I acted even just 10% like you. Now, I'm serious, get out from him,"

"Okay, okay, chill down, Mrs. Huntington. I'll let your son relinquishes his control over my sexy taut body so you can order me around to fix your home appliances," Andrew said sarcastically as he walked to the bathroom nearby after grabbing his washed-out jeans and blue polo.

"We'll meet again soon enough, dude. And the next time we meet, I'll make sure I'm going to finish spewing that load, you just wait and see,"

[bunnys-kisses]

hiii, can i please have powered sugar donuts and a sweet pastry with a side of cider served by george russell? thank you 🩷

bakery menu!!

want to submit your own fic? then hit up the menu, there are tons of requests to be made! i happily accept former drivers and also new drivers coming in! along with other fandoms, so please, hit me up with them! i'd love to see what you come up with!! as for this lovely anon, thank you for the prompt! i hope you love it <3

powdered sugar donuts ("marry me.") + sweet pastry ("i'll make it all better.") + cider (body worship) served by george russell (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, needy!reader, established relationship, phone/virtual sex, praise (kink), masturbation, caring george, mentions of marriage

you hated when you got needy. it was a part of you that you wished you could grow out of. but sometimes in the back of your mind, you got so needy. not only a sexual need, but a need to be held by your boyfriend of the last few years.

even wrapped up in one of his sweatshirts wasn't enough. you only found some relief when you rubbed yourself up against the bed with the collar of his sweatshirt was up against your nose. it made you whine a little and you knew desperate times called for desperate measures.

george loved that you were needy. it was nice to be with someone who needed him. and not for his racing prowess or his status or even his money. you simply needed him, to feel close to him. you wanted to curl your fingers in his hair and snuggle up with him.

and he in turn wanted to snuggle you, he wanted to hold you in his strong arms. feel you close to him. if he was lucky have his head against your chest and feel your heartbeat.

so, it was a bit of a surprise when he heard his phone ring and saw it was from you. but, not just a phone call, but a video call. "hello, my love." he said but his eyes went wide to the sight of you.

naked save for your panties and his sweatshirt. it was a little big on you so you had to pull it up a little to have access to your pussy. you said, "i miss you, honey."

george was thankful he was alone for the evening. only a bit ways away in italy, while you were back home. he shifted himself on the bed to get a better view of you, "aw, you miss me? i miss you. have you been taking care of yourself?"

you shifted a little in bed and showed off more of your body to him. you pushed the sweatshirt over your stomach and he groaned at the sight of you. you replied, "i can't not without you."

"aw, my love. get comfy. i'll make it all better." he said so gently that it made you warm all over. you kept the hoodie on as you positioned the phone upright against some pillows as you got yourself comfortable. in the low light george couldn't see the most, but he could remember your body by memory alone.

"but you're so far away."

"then i'll have to simply watch you. i'll be right here the whole time. i know, being away from each other is hard. but, i promise when i come home. i'll take care of you." his voice was a promise and it made you warm all over. you loved him so much. it could easily drive you made of how much you adored him.

you started to rub your cunt over your underwear, george got a good look at them. a simple checkered pattern across a bikini cut pair. they were cute and watching you rub yourself through them only made them more cute.

george could feel himself grow hard in his sweatpants, but continued to eye you as you pleasured yourself. he could take care of of himself later, for now it was all about you. he licked his lips before he said, "that's it. god, you're beautiful. c'mon move a little faster."

you shuddered from his words. there was something in them that ran electricity through your body as you continued to rub against your clit. even though you were miles away from one another, you felt a little closer to him.

"i wish i was there to touch your body right now. to touch you all over. fuck, you look so beautiful." he shifted a little against the bed and it made him exhale deeply, "that's it, my beautiful girlfriend. i love every inch of you.

"george." you whimpered.

you continued to rub harder against your clit and you felt tension in your legs. you felt your heartbeat deep in your chest as you pleasured yourself. you knew how to make yourself feel good, but george knew all the tricks to make your toes curl. it was almost not as good when you did it yourself now and days. you moaned a little louder, you were alone in your apartment. you could be a little louder.

"i know, i know. fuck, i want to kiss your pussy. i want to drag my tongue across your clit and feel you grip onto my hair." george said, and heard you moan in response. he wished he could have a recording of this, it'll make the weekend go by faster, "i want to kiss you all over. from those soft cheeks down to your thighs. i want to make you feel good all over."

he loved you, he could say he was addicted to you. admiring the shape of your body even under the sweatshirt. he knew that you yearned to be close to him.

"ah! fuck, marry me, please! one day, please." you tensed up more as you continued to rub your hand up against your clit, the feeling flooded your brain.

"i will. but, i don't want to propose during the middle of a season. not fair to you, it should be something special. somewhere special. no racing, no work. just you and i." he smiled. he knew that he had been ring shopping for a few weeks now. casually online and if he walked by stores in places far from home.

you whined, "i love you." you said as you really worked yourself. you could feel a bit of sweat on the back of your neck as you rubbed yourself more. it didn't take much longer before you were breathing heavily and trying to keep your voice at a moderate level.

and george watched you with a careful eye. he could feel the heat in his face as he watched you climax. you whined that you were cumming and george continued to praise you. he said, "so beautiful. so beautiful for me. i can't wait to feel you in my hands once more. the most beautiful woman i had ever seen. i love you. so much."

"i love you too." as you started to relax, the tension in your body replaced was the warmth of post-orgasmic bliss. you cuddled yourself further into the fabric of the sweatshirt and got onto your side facing him.

george saw your nose in the collar of it and smiled, "i'll be home soon. you won't be without me for much longer. do you feel better?"

you nodded, "much better. i do still miss you." you cuddled up to the rest of the pillows and looked at your boyfriend on the screen, "how many days till you come home?"

george smiled, his cock still painfully hard in his sweatpants. that'll be dealt with later, at that moment he wanted to admire you. he said, "well, after tomorrow's race. why don't you come and meet me at the next one? i'll book you a flight, and you can see me in baku. how does that sound?"

you smiled softly and replied, "sounds amazing."

he moved a little on his bed and moved the phone as well, "now, tell me about your day before you fall asleep on me. i want to hear all about it." <3

[alienpossession]

6 hours before Part 1

After quite some times, we believe that Enki's work on Earth already provided clear assurance to ensure a safe landing of our kind in the so-called "Blue Planet". As the lead, I landed first to greet Enki as he prepared me for his next step.

He looked massive inside the human husks from my perspective, but he promised me an even bigger catch which is important as I need to establish my authority and ensured protection over our existing kind that will follow Enki's and my steps. I latched myself in the heel of one of many Enki's husks as my skin seamlessly camouflaged to match the husks as to not draw unwanted attention. When Enki opened his front door, an even bigger human becomes visible from my point of view, which provided me with surrealistic perspective as this other human looked way thicker yet also stronger than Enki's towering form.

"What else, boy? You really need to stop calling me all the time for any minor inconveniences, you know? I have more than one building to take care off and definitely more than one tenant,"

"Yeah, and definitely more than one species too, now Cap,"

I take that as my cue. While the bigger guy clearly puzzled by the statement Enki made through this particular husk of his, I quickly latched myself to the hairy, uncovered legs of the older human. He instantly froze upon contact as I released the stream of my numbing liquid into his system with my small, delicate set of teeth that just penetrates the human flesh with ease. Then, after sensing that he really just stood still, I stop biting and climbed up into his shorts and pierced myself right through his anus to access the rest of his organ. The upward journey lasted rather quickly, and soon I found myself staring just slightly shorter compared to Enki's husk. He greeted me with a smile and then proceeded to hug me super tight

"Welcome to New York City, Captain. You fit right in over here as my landlord,"

"Hmmm.....yup....great husk selection, Enki. Or should I say....boy," I said, getting used to my human husk and all sets of his memories and muscle reflexes, "I need to use your bathroom if you don't mind,"

"Sure thing Greg, it's the first door on the left," he replied to me by calling me with the husk name, which put a rather sinister smile on my face

"Boy, I'm your landlord. No need to tell me shit about my own building," I said with a chuckle as I know I nailed to copy this husk way of speaking, but just a bit brighter to Greg's usual mean tone.

I eventually walked into the decent-sized bathroom, this is one of the bigger ones in this building since Enki chose a rather well-off tenant as his husk, and I started to let out a golden-colored stream out of my thick appendage into the toilet bowl. It's peeing, a rather unique excretion system of human's small-yet-complex physiology with all of its ritual and precision. My view is this activity is quite wasteful, as our kind are highly efficient in processing our nutrient, we don't really excrete anything as everything we consumed turned into energy. But based on Enki's notes, this thick meat that only naturally exist in the body of a human male also served as their reproductive organ, yet another fascinating and complex physiology of human body. Enki's video showcased how this meat, in its various form, shapes, color, girth and even curvature, impaled directly to a fitting hole that the female form have in their body. We of course have no full video on the inside of the female reproductive organ, but my husk memory of junior high school biology and his own various sexual encounters sort of fill in the gap on the kind of liquid and process that eventually resulted in the creation of a human being. Greg's memory also flashed me about several memories of man-to-man breeding too conducted by his own offspring, but Enki's knock snapped me out of my focus as he peeked his head in, already in different form

"Everything's good?"

"Y---yeah, all good. So, I'll call the other to start the descend to this room and then we'll go to all the tenants?"

"I mean.....you don't have to knock on all doors, just put them close to the door and let them slide inside and do the rest. We can just wait for their updates. All the tenants have your number after all, they can inform us once they succeed. Meanwhile, if they enter the room with the tenants out, they just can wait until the tenants returned. Sounds easy, right?"

"Hm, okay, that sounded more efficient and less time-consuming. After all, I need you to explain to me about some of Greg's memories, I rather spend my day understanding all things human compared to knock on multiple doors all afternoon long,"

"Even better plan, knock on one door you know exactly that the tenant is inside for the day and tell them to do the work after the takeover while you can return here and I can explain to you about everything you want to understand!"

And that's exactly what I did as soon as the rest of our kind descended. I put them all inside this utility bag and storm out from Enki's unit as I knock on the unit 3 doors down from Enki's husk unit. Greg memories revealed to me about Tim recent divorce proceeding and the fact that he practically lived alone ever since, making him a convenient operative to spread our kind all over the building. I wasted no time as I throw Elmy right at Tim's startled face and before long, Tim is a convert and ready to do his job. Like me, he excused himself first to his own bathroom as Elmy processed all the newfound memories and human reflexes in order to pilot his body perfectly. As I finally walk to the bathroom, he's buck naked and smiling at his own reflection

"He's so depressed, thank God you threw me to take control over him and instill this husk with a new sense of purpose, thanks Captain,"

"Well, less talking and more moving, Elmy. All your comrades here awaiting their fresh husk and a chance to instill those human husk with new sense of purpose too,"

"On it, Captain. You can leave the bag with me while I put on some clothes first. No need to worry, I'll finish it even before the sun sets,"

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Truth be told, while Enki told me about the confusion I have over the conflicting memories of my husk and my original learnings about Earth from our elders ages ago, streams of messages entered my phone and disrupted our learning session. It's mostly selfie of men followed by a quick confirmation on who's who

"Ronntholn, reporting from Carter Worthington. 27 years old. Former FAANG senior programmer, now just relying on multiple investments from his savings and severance while enjoying life to the fullest, like sculpting his body and screwing chicks,"

"Ronnusen, reporting from Bruno Pereira. 49 years old with wife and 2 adult kids, all kids are out from the unit since two years ago, wife already subdued until further command,"

"Mafis, reporting from Ruben Moreno. Entrepreneur caught up with all sorts of the wrong people across the crime world and police in the city. Very high proximity to danger which usually means abandoning this husk, awaiting orders for next move,"

I shared the various stream of information I received from the husk to Enki, asking for his analysis on what course of action we should take next with these series of husk under our control. But I know there should be more bodies reporting, and I can sense that some of them are not reporting their updates despite already succeeding, so I tried to zone out and tap into all the visions that I can access all at once, like the human technology called CCTV.

As expected, some of them are already defying my orders, testing around their vessels even before making a report.

One interesting vision showcased one of the recent husk surrounded by 4 reeked skater punk or something that he alone can clearly beat the shit out of, but somehow he decided not to. I tapped Enki on his shoulder to make him join my vision and share his assessment on the situation

"Come on, pathetic fag. Don't just stand there. Sniff!"

Enki pulled me out of the vision rather quickly

"That's some sort of fetish, pretty sure uniquely human but it's not like we figured out all the rites of the species in the entire universe yet, right? So, it's when powerful and respectable member of society degraded themselves to be humiliated or controlled by what society generally deemed to be the lower people, younger, smaller, less privileged, all sort of that. Some humans get their "sexual kick" from such act, and I guess it's better for you to not linger too long in it, that can alter your husk's psychological state if you are exposed to it for too long or internalizing it. After all, you are very much still adjusting to all the newfound information, your mind is highly malleable until the first 12 hours is over,"

"Yeah, I really don't know whether it's the atmosphere or something, but I feel like I'm so unsure about everything and just let my husk to do all the moves and the thinking. Like, yes I can assert myself to make this husk do what I want, but there's this nagging sensation that always asked to be paid attention to. I'm not even sure I'm this curious about the matter of gay sex, I just feel like it's what this husk constantly pushed me to think about,"

"Hmmmmm.....maybe that's what filled his mind before he came to my room. Is that memory fresh according to his memory?"

"Yeah, quite fresh. Just last night,"

"Oh well, maybe that's why. You know what, before my friend comes around, maybe we should check your unit, see what's up. And pretty sure your son should've been converted too judging on the timing, let's check him out,"

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Dang, sorry for long delay from me & @fullfriendnerdclutch we're both dealing with issues in our life hence the delay on the brainstorming session on the direction of this one. The continuation of this part (Greg's son & the actual part 2) will all be posted in fullfriendnerdclutch account, so stay tune!

[r2y9s]

humans. can also lick things :)

[Disco Elysium]

Detective Double Yefreitor Harrier Du Bois and His Android Partner K1M-57 or something idk

[zablife]

Save me Darlin'

Benny Cross x female reader

Benny Cross Masterlist

A/N: Bc this seemed to be a fave line from my headcanons about Benny, it gets its own imagine. "Did you pray for me every night like a good girl? On your hands and knees? Let me see."

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, blow job, corruption

"Fix your damn jacket," Johnny grumbled, turning to give Benny a scowl as the young man flicked his cigarette butt onto your father's perfectly manicured lawn.

"Jesus Christ we're trying to get these people to change their mind about us," Johnny huffed, climbing the steps to greet your father with a firm handshake.

Benny ducked his head to hide the smirk on his lips as he mumbled under his breath, "Well they really ain't gonna trust us now." Johnny was an unknowing accomplice in his plan to get close to you, a diversion to gain access to the prettiest little thing he'd ever seen.

Normally he wouldn't need to meet anyone's daddy, let alone pretend to care what they thought about him, but you were different. A carefully guarded princess in a tower, he might never have known you existed if Betty hadn’t dragged him to that church picnic last month.

Sometimes he wondered if he might be better off never to have met you though. As it was, most nights he lay awake replaying every minute you'd spent together, jerking off to the memories he’d carefully stored. Your innocent doe eyes staring up at him as you passed him a glass of lemonade, biting your lip just so. Or the way you absently twirled your necklace between delicate fingertips, running the tiny gold cross over your tongue before dropping it into the front of your sundress. And, God, the way your chest rose and fell as he showed you his motorcycle, soft voice promising so earnestly, "I'll pray for ya every night, Benny."

You entered his mind at the most inopportune times, stealing his concentration. He was a man obsessed, in need of one more glimpse of you. Even at this very moment as your father stared at him with disapproval, he knew he'd risk everything to make that a reality. If only he could get out of this living room and find you.

"I asked you a question, son," your father's voice boomed suddenly, pulling Benny from his scheming.

Blinking helplessly, Benny looked to Johnny who came to his aid. "Few odd jobs, nothing regular, but he ain't been here long."

Your father pursed his lips as he replied, "Spose that's why you have so much free time to ride those death machines."

"They're safer than they look," Johnny assured, clearing his throat and wishing Benny would say or do something other than stare down the hallway.

Luckily your mother came into the room with refreshments, breaking the tension as she began to ask questions about Betty and the children. It seemed to lighten the mood momentarily and Benny took it as his opportunity to escape, asking for the bathroom.

As soon as he turned the corner away from prying eyes, he heard a gentle humming and his heart began to thunder in his chest. Walking as carefully as possible on the rickety floorboards, he willed his heavy boots not to make a sound as he approached the crack in your door. Face bathed in the sliver of light emanating from a tiny lamp at your bedside, he watched in hushed awe as you tied pink, satin ribbons in your hair. Lace nightie inching higher with each raise of your elbow, the thin material slowly grazed along your upper thighs, making him sigh appreciatively.

He could have sworn he saw a hint of a smile winking back at him in the mirror as you reached for your lotion and a familiar heat began to rise in his abdomen. In a moment of courage, he slipped inside your room. Closing the door behind himself with a soft thud, he placed a finger to his lips with a look of mischievous delight.

The sight was utterly contagious, making you clasp a hand to your mouth to stifle the giggle ready to erupt from your lips. However, the sound of your father's voice a few rooms over soon impressed the seriousness of the situation upon you.

Rushing at Benny with palms splayed on his chest to move him back across the threshold, you whispered frantically, "We can't...you have to go."

"You want me to go?" came Benny's breathless response, hoping this wouldn't be the way things ended.

As you lost yourself in the ocean's of his eyes, you gulped, shaking your head pathetically.

"Then let me stay," he begged, giving his best puppy dog eyes. You tried to look away, but he hooked your chin with his fingers holding your gaze in a smoldering stare. He watched as your resolve crumbled before him, a small smile playing on his lips as he asked, "Did you pray for me every night like a good girl?"

You nodded as best you could in his firm grasp, only a whimper of agreement as your reply.

His cock stirred at your admission, the idea that you'd thought of him at night enough to rouse his deepest desires. The world fell away as he tugged you into his body, hands roving your hips and lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, "Yeah? On your hands and knees? Let me see."

Benny could tell by the way your breasts crushed against his chest that you were breathing hard, unaccustomed to someone manhandling you like this. You tapped his elbow for him to relinquish his hold and for a moment his heart stopped, worried he'd pushed you too far. As he surveyed the crucifix on your wall and the sweet confection of a dress you'd laid out for Sunday service in the morning, he reminded himself you weren't the kind of girl who did these things....even knew about them.

Then something miraculous happened. You sunk to your knees in the plush carpet, hands trailing along his muscular thighs reverently before coming to rest inches from his crotch. As you sat back on your heels you looked up at him, eyes glistening and plump lips parted. He might have hallucinated the next part, but the golden glow over the crown of your head looked damn near like a halo in the dim light. You offering yourself to him like an angel in one of his dreams.

Benny wasn't a religious man by any stretch of the imagination, but if he was he'd swear God sent you straight to him. He was certain the warmth of your smile and the softness of your touch was all he'd ever need to feel complete. Now he understood why you had to be kept under lock and key. A person like you was too precious to be defiled and his conscience began to gnaw at him the longer he stared, thumb stroking your bottom lip tenderly.

But the sinner that wanted every part of you was winning the battle inside him and soon his own desire overtook him. He moved his hand to tangle in your hair and took hold of your silky ribbons like a set of reins, guiding you closer in silent demand. Widening his stance to accommodate you, he urged, "Go on, baby."

And you answered the plea, tethered to his side dutifully. You nuzzled against his bulge, feeling the effect you had on him. In a word it was intoxicating and you needed more. Undoing his zip you gasped at the sight of him, knowing instantly you'd take the risk of being caught if it meant touching him, holding him...feeling the weight of him on your tongue.

The growls you pulled from him were devilish even as your delicate fingers and mouth tried to calm the beast inside him. He was a man possessed, but you did your best to keep pace with the ravenous desire of his hips pushing into you, causing saliva to run down your chin and past your knuckles. With every gag, he seemed to clutch your shoulder tighter, sigh a little deeper and it spurred you on until you heard him instruct you in a shaky voice, "Have to... swallow it all now, darlin'... okay?"

Your mind raced as you tried to recall what your friends had told you about this, but you didn't have time as he spilled into your waiting mouth. The bitter tang coated your tongue with his grateful pants echoing over your head. As you swallowed everything he had to give, you felt him stroke your cheek adoringly. "Angel, I think I love you," he exhaled on a low breath, raising you to your feet for a passionate kiss.

There was little time to bask in the afterglow, however. The din in the lounge had grown, indicating some kind of argument and he quickly stuffed himself back into his jeans.

“I don't think you can stay," you mumbled sorrowfully against his lips.

"S'okay, nothin’s gonna keep us apart," he assured you, that wicked grin returning.

"You promise?" you asked, tears gathering at your lashline in fear he'd never return.

"Always keep my promises, angel. Keep prayin' for me now," he winked, glancing down at your dimpled, reddened knees before exiting out your bedroom door.

[moonsandmobilityaids]

The Beginning

Pairings: poly!marauders x disabled!reader Summary: The boys have something to discuss with you. Warnings: mentions of chronic pain Series Masterlist

You've always taken pride in being a Gryffindor, even if your experience at Hogwarts has been different from most. The grand staircases are a sight to behold, but hardly practical for someone who relies on wheels to move about. Thankfully, the enchantment on your wheelchair allows you to navigate the larger flights with ease, levitating over each step like a feather caught on the wind. But the narrow spiral stairs leading to the dormitories remain a barrier that magic has yet to overcome.

And so, nestled away from the dorms, connected to the Gryffindor common room by a hidden door behind a portrait of Godric Gryffindor, is your sanctuary—a small, cosy accessible room created just for you. Its doorways are wide enough for your chair to pass through unimpeded, and shelves filled with books and curiosities slide up and down the walls at a wave of your wand, always within reach. A fireplace crackles in the corner, its flames dancing merrily, not just for show but enchanted to respond to your presence, ensuring you're never too cold or too hot.

Even so, the comfort of your space sometimes feels like an isolating divide, widening the gap between you and the other Gryffindors. You hear their laughter echo down the halls, a reminder of the camaraderie that defines your house, and it's easy to feel forgotten when your room exists separate from theirs.

But you are never truly alone. Sirius, Remus, and James are always there, their voices a constant companion in your mind. They've seen the world outside of Hogwarts, experienced the joys and pains of life beyond these ancient walls, and they offer wisdom and friendship when you need it most.

The fire flickers low in your room this evening, casting warm, dancing shadows across the wooden beams overhead and the soft blankets draped over your bed. You sit by the window, gazing out into the night as the familiar ache of your condition pulses through you—a reminder that even within these walls, filled with magic and wonder, some things remain untouched by spells and potions.

A gentle rap at the door pulls you from your thoughts, and you turn your head, shifting slightly as your body protests the movement.

"Come in," you call, your voice a soft whisper against the quietude.

The door creaks open, and Remus Lupin steps inside, his eyes meeting yours with an understanding that goes beyond words. Seeing him there, a beacon amidst the encroaching shadows, you feel a subtle lightening of the weight upon your chest. His presence, while it can't erase the pain, somehow makes it more bearable.

Behind him, Sirius Black and James Potter linger at the doorway, their postures casual but their expressions betraying their concern. There's warmth there too, a silent promise of companionship that seeps into the corners of the room, chasing away the chill of loneliness.

"Are you alright?" Remus's voice breaks the silence, his words a gentle breeze against the storm of your thoughts. He moves closer, his hand falling naturally to the back of your wheelchair as if it has always been there.

Your lips curve upward in a small smile, one that doesn't quite reach your eyes but serves its purpose all the same. "Just thinking," you reply, your gaze unfocused, lost somewhere between here and the memories that threaten to consume you.

"Uh oh, that's never good," Sirius teases, his grin a crooked line against the backdrop of concern etched into his features. He saunters over to your bed, collapsing onto it with an exaggerated sigh, the pillows protesting under his weight. James follows suit, albeit with more grace, settling himself next to Sirius.

Remus lets out an amused huff, his hand still resting on the back of your chair as though anchoring you to reality. You turn slightly, positioning yourself to face him more directly, the subtle shift in your body language inviting further conversation.

"Mind if we keep you company for a while?" James asks, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. There's a playfulness in his gaze, but it's tempered by a softness that speaks volumes of the bond shared between you.

"Always," you respond without hesitation. Their presence has been a constant source of comfort through the years, and tonight is no exception. The connection between you is tangible, a warmth that seems to grow with each passing moment.

It's more than friendship now—something deeper, unspoken yet undeniable. You feel it in the way your heart thrums at their proximity, in the ease of silence that falls when words are unnecessary.

Sirius pushes himself up from the bed, legs swinging over the side until his feet touch the floor. A teasing smirk plays on his lips as he meets your gaze. "We figured you'd be bored out of your mind cooped up in here alone. Your room could use a bit of... charm." He gestures to himself with a dramatic flourish, the smirk never leaving his face.

You snort, rolling your eyes at his theatrics. "If that's what you're calling it."

James chuckles, nudging Sirius with an elbow. "Easy there, Pads. Don't want to scare our guest away with your overwhelming 'charm.'"

Sirius feigns a wounded expression, clutching his chest dramatically. "Prongs, you wound me! I am the very picture of charm and grace."

"And modesty," Remus adds dryly, leaning in to whisper in your ear. "Don't worry, he'll survive."

You can't help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from somewhere deep within, a welcome relief from the pain that has been your constant companion. "I don't doubt it."

These are the moments you cling to, the ones that make the darkness recede, if only for a little while. Even on days when your body aches with a ferocity potions can't fully quell, their presence is a balm. They don't treat you like you're made of glass, ready to shatter at any moment. Instead, they offer respect, care, and the kind of playful banter that is the hallmark of true Gryffindors.

But tonight is different. There's a charge in the air, unspoken yet palpable. It hangs heavy, a cloud threatening to burst, hinting at words left unsaid, thoughts unfinished.

Finally, James breaks the silence, his hand ruffling the already chaotic mess of his hair. "Look, we've been wanting to talk to you about something."

Your eyes narrow slightly, a flicker of interest sparking within them. "Go on," you prompt, leaning back in your chair.

Sirius shifts uncomfortably, glancing first at Remus and then at James. It's as if there's an unspoken agreement between them, a decision made in the space of a heartbeat about who should speak next. Remus lets out a quiet sigh, moving from his spot by the fireplace to kneel next to your chair. His gaze is steady, serious yet filled with a kindness that belies the gravity of his words.

"We've been giving it a lot of thought," he begins, his voice soft but firm. "About us... all of us."

Your breath catches. You think you know where this is going, but you can't bring yourself to interrupt, to voice the thought that's been stirring in the corners of your mind. Instead, you wait, silent and still, as the world outside continues its oblivious spin.

"We've always been close, you know that," Remus continues, his hand brushing yours where it rests on the arm of your chair. The contact is light, almost imperceptible, but it sends a jolt through you, electrifying the space between your skin and his. "But lately, it seems like... well, like there might be something more."

Sirius leans in then, his usual grin replaced by a look of intense seriousness. "We don't want to make things uncomfortable," he says, his grey eyes searching yours for any sign of unease. "But we need to know if you feel it too."

James, ever the bold one, leans forward as well, his voice barely more than a whisper yet carrying the weight of years' worth of emotions. "We care about you deeply. More than just friends. And we thought... perhaps you might feel the same?"

Your heart skips a beat, their words echoing the very thoughts you've been afraid to acknowledge, let alone voice. Warmth radiates from within you, spreading to the tips of your fingers and toes as you take in each of their expressions—Remus's soft smile, Sirius's hopeful eyes, James's earnest gaze.

"I do," you admit, the confession slipping past your lips before you can think to hold it back. "I have for a long time now."

Sirius exhales as if he's been holding his breath, the lines of tension easing from his face. He rises, crossing the room in two strides to crouch beside you. His arms encircle you in a gentle hug, mindful of the chair, of the pain that never quite leaves you.

James is there too, somehow managing to join the embrace without toppling the precarious balance. His hand rests heavy on your shoulder, an anchor against the storm of emotions threatening to capsize you. Remus watches with soft eyes, waiting until the others relent before offering his own gesture—a kiss pressed to your forehead, sweet and grounding.

"Part of me wondered," you say, your voice barely audible over the crackle of the fire. "With everything...the chair, the constant pain—"

"Shhh." Sirius cuts you off, his voice gentle but insistent. "We've never cared about that. We care about you—all of you. Not just the parts that are easy to love."

James nods, his hazel eyes meeting yours with a warmth that defies the chill outside. "You're brilliant just as you are, Y/N."

Once again, Remus's hand finds yours, the calloused pads of his fingers tracing reassuring patterns against your skin. "We're here for you, no matter what."

Tears well up in your eyes, blurring your vision as your chest tightens. But this isn't the painful constriction of fear or sorrow—it's the swelling of a heart too full, brimming with the love and acceptance you've found within these walls.

"I love you guys," you whisper, the words carried away by the crackling fire.

Sirius smiles, a genuine expression that reaches his eyes. "And we love you, Y/N."

And just like that, the bond between the four of you solidifies, something stronger and deeper than you ever could have imagined. You aren’t just navigating life at Hogwarts anymore; you’re navigating it with them, together.

[babygirlwritessmut]

♡︎ part6. preview

・❥・pairing: vi (arcane) x fem!reader

・❥・ summary: you woke up together, Vi is asleep and you are admiring for body. which could lead to anything…

・❥・ genre: smut + grumpy x sunshine

・❥・ word count: 1.5k

✎ warnings: 18+, SMUT, dom!vi, fingering, swearing, teasing

MINORS DNI!

RIDE ON ME masterlist

you woke up early in the morning, the sun just beginning to rise, its rays scattering beautifully across the room. in the morning light, you had a better view of Vi's room. despite the scattered items, the space felt cozy. it seemed to be about the same size as your room. in the corner of the room, you spotted her boxing gloves, and on her desk lay various notes and random things that didn't quite belong there. her wardrobe was slightly open, revealing some messily folded athletic clothes. a box peeking out from under the wardrobe caught your eye. you propped yourself up on your elbow, peeking over Vi. "what could be in there?" - you wondered.

your thoughts drifted back to Vi as she let out a soft, sleepy breath. she was stunning beyond words. her strong body lay on the other side of the bed, facing you. as you admired the muscles in her arms, memories of the previous evening flashed through your mind. smiling to yourself, you bit your lip. "was that really real?"

you looked at Vi’s face, so serene, with her pink hair cascading across it. unable to resist, you gently brushed it aside to get a better look at her while she slept. as soon as your fingers touched her hair, Vi shifted onto her back, revealing her torso. for some reason, your mouth went watery. you carefully traced your fingers down the ridges of her abs, from her chest to the waistband of the boxers that peeked out from under the blanket.

“ready for round two already?” - Vi said in a sleepy voice, eyes still closed.

you chuckled softly, letting your fingers wander over each defined muscle. “maybe,” - you whispered playfully.

your fingers continued to drift lower, nearing the edge of her boxers. just as they reached the danger zone, Vi's hand shot out to grab yours.

“and what are you up to so early, cupcake?” - Vi asked, her eyes now open and focused on you.

“sorry for waking you. I just couldn't resist touching you,” - you admitted, a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

Vi's smile widened. - “I don't mind waking up like this at all. careful, or I might get used to it.”

“then why did you stop me?” - you asked, biting your lower lip.

with a swift motion, Vi flipped you onto your back beneath her. “because, cupcake, I won't let you touch me below the boxers until I get to touch you first,” - she said, her voice low and teasing.

she repositioned herself, lifting your leg onto her shoulder, giving herself a clear view of your most intimate area. she took in the sight of you, how disheveled and vulnerable you looked: lying on your back, still shirtless, your breasts practically begging for her touch, your legs spread in a way that gave her access to every sweet part of you.

“do you like it?” - you asked, teasing her with your question.

“cupcake, if you knew what I’m imagining in my head right now, you’d definitely be soaking wet,” - Vi said, running her fingers from your shin up to the inside of your thigh, stopping just before your most sensitive area.

you let out a soft moan. “then show me,” - you whispered, your hand moving to your breast.

Vi bit her lip, watching your hand intently. she started to draw a figure-eight pattern, lightly pressing against your clit through your shorts.

“are you always this naughty in the morning?” - Vi asked, her eyes fixed on your nipples as they hardened.

“this is the first time... because you’re here,” - you replied slowly, noting the way Vi's eyes followed your fingers as you teased your nipple. when you squeezed your breast with your hand, Vi's eyes darkened, and your hips instinctively bucked upward, causing her to press harder on your clit, making you let out a silent gasp.

“is my girl really that turned on? what should I do with you?” - Vi teased, a mischievous grin spreading across her face as she watched your reaction.

“I think you could start by slipping your hand into my shorts,” - you said, adding your other hand to fondle your breasts completely.

Vi had no reason to resist. she lay down on her side next to you, wanting to see your face.

“like this?” - Vi asked as she slowly slid her hand into your shorts. “are you not wearing any underwear, cupcake?”

you just nodded, biting your lip and watching the way Vi’s expression changed. she looked like she was ready to devour you with her lips and make you come even harder than the night before.

“so, all night long, when you were pressing your naked tits against me, you were without panties?” - Vi looked into your eyes, her gaze a mix of slight annoyance and undeniable lust.

“exactly,” - you replied with a satisfied smile, proud of your little mischief.

“and why am I only finding out about this now?” - Vi asked, her attention turning back to your pussy, her fingers tracing over your sensitive skin under the shorts.

“I didn’t want to spoil the surprise,” - you said, your voice trembling a bit, as her movements were already starting to take their effect.

Vi's fingers slipped onto your clit, causing you to moan louder.

“oh, a surprise, huh?” - she teased, applying a bit more pressure on that sweet spot that made you wetter with each passing second.

her fingers started to move more actively against your clit, making you moan even louder as you squeezed your breasts in response.

“you know, I love surprises,” - Vi admitted, - “especially the kind you don't expect, like when...” - her finger suddenly slipped inside your wet pussy.

a loud moan escaped your lips. “Vi...”

“but you see...” - Vi continued, - “that's the thing about surprises. the only downside is that you always have to be ready because you never know what might happen,” - and with those words, Vi slid another finger inside you.

your back arched at the sudden surge of heat in your lower body, and you let out another loud moan. Vi seemed to enjoy your reaction.

“but how lucky I am that my girl is always ready for me. just look at how well you take me inside,” - she whispered, the dirty talk only encouraging you to move your hips in sync with her fingers.

“yees,” - Vi drawled, - “that's what I'm talking about. lust like that, cupcake, ride my fingers,” - she said in a low, passionate voice. your head was spinning. how could anyone be this sexy?

“Vi, please, don't stop,” - you tried to get the words out.

“never, cupcake,” - Vi murmured before capturing your lips as she curled her fingers inside you, finding that sensitive spot.

if it weren't for her lips, the neighbors would surely have heard how much of a dirty girl you were for her. you kept moving your hips, quickening your rhythm to match her fingers. they twisted and pressed exactly where they needed to, driving you wild with the thought of Vi's fingers inside you. you continued to stimulate your nipples as the familiar rush of pleasure began to build again.

“Vi, I'm so close. please, harder,” - you begged her, thrusting your hips more intensely.

“yes, I can feel your walls tightening around my fingers,” - Vi whispered in your ear. "God, she could just whisper in my ear, and I'd come from that alone."

she sped up the movement of her fingers, and you kept riding them deeper and deeper. you loved being hers. Vi never took her eyes off you, increasing the pace and locking her gaze on your face, eager to catch the moment your expression changed in the throes of your orgasm. she loved watching you so much.

then came the moment - your eyebrows are slightly raised, your mouth slightly open, letting out the sweetest sounds Vi had ever heard, your eyes shut tight, and your head tilted back just a bit.

“yes, yes, Vi!” - you practically screamed each time as the wave of pleasure finally washed over you completely. at that moment, Vi pushed her fingers as deep as possible inside you, intensifying your orgasm even more.

your eyes slowly fluttered open as you looked at Vi, who gently pulled her fingers out of you, making you let out a small, sad whimper at the emptiness inside. you watched as your pink-haired temptress brought her fingers to her mouth and licked a bit of your juice off them. your eyes widened in surprise.

“what are you doing?” - you asked, shocked.

“it's a preview,” - she winked at you, making you blush.

[jwanniie]

Mascara stains.

G!P NINGNING x FEM READER!!

Genre: friends with benefits,angst and smut!!

Word count: 1,2k

Summary: you knew from the start being friends with benefits was a bad idea! But here you are now in front of her door, mascara staining your plushy red cheeks….

Warnings: angst, cheating, smut, breeding, p in v, fingering, friends w benefits, mention of drugs and unprotected sex! (Be safe!)

I got this idea from the song K. And I just had to type it down! Enjoy!

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Here you are again in front of her door, like the last time and the time before that and before that. The only difference was that now you have the courage to ask her why? Why did she do this to you? Why did she just abandon you like that? What does that girl have that you don’t? All of those questions ran through your mind, she just left like that, like you were nothing but a little plaything when she got bored of you she threw you. You knew being friends with benefits was a bad idea, but that was the only way you could be with her, be something with her. It all started when you had this drunk make out session that turned the soft gentle kiss into a hungry passionate one, which lead to both having mind blowing sex. And things just happened,meeting each other multiple times a week, to have that same mind blowing sex again and again. You fell for Ningning even more, at first that cute little attraction turned into actual love. It hurt you the fact that she just saw you as a friend she had some kind of affair with.

And over that stupid decision of yours now you are heartbroken, mascara stains all over your plushy red cheeks with tears actively flowing down your beautiful galaxy filled eyes. You have been crying for weeks eyes constantly puffy and red, your appetite down and just your heart feeling heavy and sore, She got a girlfriend and it’s not you! What did that girl have that you don’t? Those were questions that you have been asking yourself for weeks, Questions that never left your heavy and aching mind. Before you could even register your hand went and knocked on the door, you were too hurt to even process what you did till you saw her standing in front of you, confusion written all over her face.

“Y/n what brought you here, is everything ok?” She questioned, is she blind, everything is obviously not ok. She backed away from the door to give you access, to step inside. As soon as you stepped, the memories of you both sitting on the couch cuddling, anybody that would have stepped in that moment would have thought that you are a couple, not friends. She sat on that same couch and signaled you to sit next to her, oh god how much you hated how your body reacts when she tells you to do something. You sat next to her, staring at her deep in the eyes, excitement and joy replaced with hurt and disappointment. The look in your eyes was like a dagger, stabbing her straight in the heart. How could she do that to you? How was she this selfish? Her hands immediately found your cheek, rubbing it slightly while wiping the mascara stains that were now dripping on your lap. Her touch sent shivers through your whole body, you wanted to reject that touch, reject that feeling that came with the slightest of touches, but still you can’t. Her touch was intoxicating and was like a sweet drug that you are addicted to. She moved closer to you, her body now dangerously closer. “W-what d-does s-she have t-that I don’t?” You were surprised that you actually managed to utter that sentence, her gentle touch never stopping. “Oh baby, you have everything that she doesn’t” she replied, lips only few inches away from your pair. “Then w-why? Why did you leave me and choose her?” You implored disappointment replaced with confusion. You were more than confused, what did she mean by that? Why did she leave then? “You were slowly becoming my drug, you were my weakness, and I don’t want to be weak. I tried to forget my feelings by being in a relationship but still it’s not working.” You closed your eyes knowing the truth, it was relieving but the hurt that she made you feel was there. Fuck it, your lips met hers, lord she missed you! Your smile, your laughs, your giggles, your pretty mouth moaning her name, she missed everything. She lifted you up to her lap, still not breaking the shivering kiss. She was desperate, but she couldn’t care less, she is going to fuck that hurt out of you. How could she even dare to hurt her baby? “Fuck baby, ahhh. Need you!” her palm placed on your lower back guiding you to meet the plush couch.

She quickly unbuttoned your pants and took your panties off for you, “fuck” she breathed out, the sight in front of her could literally just make her cum undone. Your dripping and slick covered pussy, begging to be touched. Her fingers found your hole stretching you out, “baby so tight on my fingers” she groaned at the way your hole was clenching on her fingers, imagining how you would be hugging her cock so tightly. She thrusted her fingers few times before taking them out and licking all the wetness that was on them while maintaining eye contact with you. You couldn’t bear this anymore, you want her dick buried deep in you. “N-Ning need y-you” you moaned out, tears of frustration in your eyes. Her cock stiffening more at the sight, she messily unzipped her pants and took her cock out. Placing it immediately at your gummy walls before pushing in completely. Your cunt was heaven on earth, how did she manage to be out of this pussy for weeks?? Her pace becoming ruthless after every thrust, pounding into you mercilessly. Making you cry in pleasure. She gave you every inch of her. She was too deep feeling her in your stomach and seeing a visible bulge on your lower belly. She placed her hand at the small tent while completely pulling out before slamming back in. Feeling that little bulge go away then come back, soon her thrusts became sloppier and the skin on skin slapping becoming louder. She started rubbing your clit, making you leave more nail marks on her clothed back. Her length started twitching uncontrollably in you, signing that she is close. “Gonna breed this fucking pussy, give you my babies.” She moaned out while her fingers never stopping, your brain too hazy to process what she was saying, just nodding to whatever she says. Soon her creamy thick seed painted your pink gummy walls, the hot feeling of being filled made you feel your climax. Being deprived from a release since weeks making your orgasm hit harder than expected. She laid on top of you, her sticky and sweat filled forehead resting on yours. Her mouth leaves a small peck on your forehead before planting a sweet kiss on your lips. You both just laid there, being in each other’s embrace. “What if your girlfriend sees us like this?” You asked, “she doesn’t care anyway, we are going to break up” she answered, brushing your hair with her hand. “I love you” you mumbled “I love you more” she pulled you into another love filled kiss.