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elliespassagerprincess · 1 year ago

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requesting a fic of Ellie n reader running away and their lives kinda suck but they’re still glad cuz they have eachother and they’re away from their old environment and that’s all that rlly matters :) based on things to do by alex g!

things to do - (ellie williams x reader)

Hey anon! this is such a sweet idea! I loved writing this so much. Ily for this. I hope you enjoy it:)

This story is based off the song Things to do by Alex G. If you can please listen to the song as you're reading:)

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open, feel free to leave one!

Warnings: toxic households (but there's a happy ending)

Summary: In which they got their happily ever after

Authors note: what?? me writing happy fics??? it's so rare but i love them. Also my surgery is in 2 days, so i'll be post all my drafts and requests over the next two days, so while i recover, so you guys have things to read:)

Thinkin' of things to do

Yeah, only the cheapest things left there for you

And the only thing I learned from you is that there's nothing left

To look forward to

I was asleep for days, and now you're the only thing

Keepin' me awake

The calculator will make the same mistakes

Yeah, I see it in its face

Ellie nervously sat under the tree waiting for you. She anxiously looked down at the plastic bag, silently praying that you'd like the snacks she bought.

"I'm sorry I'm late" you said breathing heavily as you ran towards her.

"Your mom was yelling at you again?"

"Yeah" you said as you sat next to her.

"Sometimes I just want to sleep, y'know? Like sleep without her waking me up and yelling" you admitted.

Ellie nodded in understanding because she too was experiencing the same thing.

Nobody understood the two of you like you understood each other.

You met Ellie when you were 14.

You remember she was sitting alone, and she was crying because she didn't have any lunch. You decided to talk to her.

"My mom also forgets to give me lunch money sometimes, but it's ok! I know where we can get something to eat" you said with a soft smile.

And the rest was history.

You and Ellie became inseparable because you both understood each other. You could comfort each other because you knew what the other was going through.

Whenever things were rough at home for you, you always went to Ellie. Or when Ellie need something to eat you'd always take something extra for her.

All you and Ellie were used to, was yelling, and constant fighting. But when you were each other there was none of that.

There was peace and unconditional love.

"Aw Ellie you should have" you said as she opened the bag to show you what she had got for you.

"Anything for you" Ellie muttered.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence. And Ellie's mind wondered.

You were such a nice person. You didn't deserve the toxic environment you were in.

Both of you didn't.

Silent moments like these with you always made Ellie happy.

She wished she had more time with you.

She wanted to take you away from all pain. From all the yelling, and sleepless nights, she wanted to keep you happy.

There was nothing left here for her. The only thing that kept her going was you.

The light in her darkness.

You felt Ellies eyes burning into the side of your head. You swallowed the gummy worms you had in your mouth as you turned to her, raising an eyebrow you asked "what?"

Ellie went quiet for a while, until she said something you thought you'd never hear her say.

"Let's run away together"

Hold on tight to this time, this place

'Cause everything you know will be erased

You were born inside your head

And that is where you'll be when you are dead

You are just a boy you are no man and

Nobody you know will understand

You are just a boy you are no man and

Nobody you know will understand

"Ellie I can't just leave, my mom will look for me-"

"fuck your fucking mom! She doesn't care, can't you see? If we leave we'll be free, we can live in peace. Please let's go" Ellie sighed in defeat.

If you chose Ellie you would betray your family, if you chose your family you would lose the only person who kept you sane.

"Ellie I cant" you said quietly.

You felt the tears in your eyes.

Was this really good bye?

Ellie got up and she looked at you with sad eyes "I cant force you, but I hope you're happy here"

She started walking away but she suddenly stopped, she looked back at you without any expression.

"I'm leaving tomorrow night, if you change your mind i'll be at the train station"

She left. She left you alone.

You went back home crying.

You'd just lost the only person, who you truly loved.

You were so fucking stupid.

You walked into your house and you immediately heard your mother's nagging voice yelling: "fucking finally, come here! You need to fix the sink"

you ignored her and you dashed to your room, as fast as you possibly could.

You locked the door, and you heard your mother pound against the door.

She was yelling insults at you, as if you didn't have feelings.

She truly deserves the mother of the year award.

After a while, she left and you were finally alone with your thoughts.

Did you make the right decision?

Ellie sat anxiously at the station, she hoped you'd change your mind. That's you'd show up. For your freedom, and safety.

She'd hoped you'd come for her.

She bit her nails waiting for the train to come in, hoping Joel didn't notice she was gone. She heard the sound of the train pull, and with a sigh she got up holding the strap on her backpack in a tight grip.

You weren't going to come. This was it.

"Ellie!"

Her head snapped in the direction of your voice.

There you stood in all your glory holding a bag. There was a grin on your face.

With your bag in hand you ran to Ellie and she ran to you. The two of you met halfway, and Ellie held you in a tight grip.

If she held you any tighter, surely you would suffocate.

"I thought you weren't going to come" Ellie breathed as she still held you.

You pulled away first, and you leaned forward, kissing her.

Ellie didn't kiss you back at first and you almost wanted to pull away and die, but you soon felt her lips move. You felt her smile during the kiss.

As you pulled away you looked at her with a shy smile "I love you Ellie, of course I came"

A grin spread onto the girls face and before she could say anything the locomotive yelled "departure in 2 minutes"

Ellie grabbed your hand, and she rushed onto the train with you.

The two of you sat next to each other, your hands still interlocked.

"I love you too" Ellie finally breathed.

The train started move, and the nerves you and Ellie felt were finally falling away. You would finally be free.

"To our new life together" Ellie said before she brought you in for another kiss.

Welcoming you back home

The only one that you have ever known

Welcoming you back home

The only one that you will ever know

as Ellie opened the front door the smell of a freshly baked pie filled the air.

This was home.

She walked through the threshold of your shared apartment and she practically ran to the kitchen in search of you.

As Ellie entered she saw you standing with your back facing her. You were humming a familiar tune.

She walked towards you, you felt her arms wrap around you as she started singing with you.

This was home.

The two of you were each others safe spaces. Each others homes.

And Ellie hoped for the rest of her life that she would come home to you.

Home doesn't always have to be a place, it's a person too. And you were that person.

Forever and always.

The best decision Ellie made was running away with you, and she had zero regrets.

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hyungseos-cafe · 10 months ago

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Pairing: Brother's Best Friend!Jacob x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff and Angst

Warning(s): Jacob being a meanie and swearing

Word count: 1.4k+

Summary: Your older brother had many friends, however one of them stuck out to you. His best friend Jacob, known to the world, he was an angel, but to you, he was a nuisance. Whatever made him suddenly change around you, you never knew until one day when things got out of hand that your brother decides to step in. Little did you both know, Jacob was hiding a secret that was consuming him.

A/n: Hi Moni! I'm so sorry this took me so long to finish! Thank you for being so patient and understanding. I really hope you enjoy reading hehe. I really appreciate your input and ideas when I initially started drafting out this fic. also i'm sure you could tell, but i absolutely suck at coming up with titles haha

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┊⋆ ˚✯✩. Songs to listen to while reading: Winter blossom - Dept, Love affair - Umi, Dancing like butterfly wings - Ateez .✩✯⋆ ˚ ┊

Taglist: @deoboyznet

Jacob was your brother’s best friend, they met in elementary school and have been friends since. He lives across the street with his dogs that always went everywhere with him, well minus school of course. You knew him well, you knew he liked dogs, that he was really good at basketball and volleyball and that he had the voice of an angel, but the thing is nobody knew, not even your brother knew.

So, how did you find out? It was one very early morning on your annual family trip with his family where you woke up to find the nearest bathroom. On the way you walked by one of the large hallways in the cabin and found Jacob singing. You were in awe goosebumps formed because of how soft his voice sounded. Luckily for you, he didn’t know anyone had found him, so he just brushed it off.

That’s besides the point, Jacob was always kind to others, greeting people whenever he had the chance. He was known to everyone as an angel, reliable, kind and patient. However, to you, he was rude, entitled and impatient. You never understood how everyone spoke so highly of him, from his smile to his laugh. He suddenly started treating you poorly, purposefully ignoring you, not allowing you to join him on certain activities.

“Can you be nice to me for once?” You questioned Jacob who was sitting on his phone, not letting you walk past him.

“No”

“Dude, just move! I have shit to do”

This was what it was like for you being around Jacob, he was annoying only to you. When someone walked into the room, he switched to being sweet and patient, but once people left he was the complete opposite. Everyone saw your subtle change of character around him, you became almost withdrawn – Like your mind was preoccupied as you sat around Jacob. Nobody wanted to address the elephant in the room as to not cause an argument, but it got to the point where your brother decided to take matters into his own hands and confront his best friend.

One day when you were out with friends, he decided to call over Jacob to hangout. After hours of gaming and snacking later, you became the topic of conversation. The way Jacob spoke about you enraged him.

“Dude! Can you not treat my sibling like shit? It’s like they don’t even exist when you’re around them”

“What do you mean?” Jacob feigned innocence when he was far from innocent.

“You’ve got to be shit– You need to get your shit together! What’s your deal with them anyways? You were cordial and then all of a sudden it’s like a switch flipped and you completely changed”

Jacob sat back down on the couch in the living room, he grew quiet thinking about how his behavior affected your brother. He knew this act of speaking poorly of you couldn’t go on for any longer and it really shouldn’t. However, he didn’t want to drop the bomb on the real reason why he started acting up.

“You’ve been sitting there long enough, spit it out or you can’t be here anymore. I don’t want you around my sibling if you can’t treat them nicely”

“Fine” Jacob sighed, he scooted over offering him the other side of the couch.

“Please don’t be angry, okay?”

“I’m not going to wait on you forever dude”

“The only reason I started acting differently around them is because I realized I developed feelings. Not just a simple crush, but I feel like there’s something deeper and I don’t know what to you. You’re my best friend and they’re your sibling, I don’t want things between us to change. Please don’t tell them, okay? They can’t know”

“You what? What do you mean I can’t tell them?”

“Look, just hear me out okay?”

“Hear you out? No! You know what, get out of my house! You can’t just expect me to forgive you when you’ve been disrespecting them like that in front of my face! I won’t tell them, but sort yourself out or I will tell” He pulled Jacob up and dragged him to pack his belongings before shoving him out the door shouting more profanities at his direction.

The following week, you ran into Jacob at the park on your way home. He didn’t seem to notice you, so you quickly zigzagged through the crowd in an attempt to blend in. However your attempt seemed futile as he suddenly shouted your name.

“Hey, I was hoping to run into you!”

“Well I definitely wasn’t”

You turned your back to Jacob, pulling out your earphones to drown out his voice and continued your walk home with Jacob quietly trailing behind. You could sense his presence behind you, but decided to pay no attention.

“You can’t ignore me forever you know” He began to poke at your back, trying to get your attention.

“Come on, talk to me, please”

You stopped in your tracks causing him to bump into you, knocking the both of you to the ground.

“Jacob! What the fuck are you doing?”

He was on top of you, his soft warm eyes staring at yours. Normally, you would have pushed him off you, but this time something felt different. There was a certain warmth in your chest, a warmth that you haven’t felt before.

“You have really nice eyes”

“Thanks idiot, you’ve been staring at them for the past 5 minutes. Now get off of me before I scream”

“Fine, fine” Jacob slowly got up and straightened out his clothes before offering you his hand. You hesitantly grabbed his hand, allowing him to pull you up. However, he didn’t let go of your hand and instead interlaced his fingers with yours.

“Jacob, let go, please”

“No”

“Why?”

Jacob let your hand go, motioning you to join him on the bench by the lake. You joined him on the other side of the bench. You sensed his uneasiness, noticing the shake in his leg and his twiddling fingers.

“Jacob, what’s wrong? Why are you acting so weird?”

“I think I realized something that scares me. Please don’t say anything, okay? If you interrupt me, I’ll be too scared and not tell you how I feel. My mind has been going wild, like rogue waves crashing into rocks”

Your eyes met, he looked as if he were about to cry due to how glossy his eyes appeared. You scooted closer to him which usually never happened, but your concern grew.

“Your brother really got it out of me and I thank him everyday for this. Without him, I don’t think I would have realized my feelings for you… I didn’t realize I was being mean to you because I actually–”

Jacob paused and sighed, he slowly reached out for your hand and gently wrapped his hand around yours.

“I really like you and it took your brother kicking me out of your house for me to realize how much of an idiot I’ve been. I’ve known your brother for years, but he never let me talk to you until you got more comfortable around me and I completely understand since... You know, we weren’t really friends. Anyways, that’s besides the point”

“Jacob” You called out, he started to get side tracked and you were growing impatient.

“Right, sorry– I realized that I really like you. I know I’m just your brother’s best friend, but I really like you. I’m really sorry for treating you like shit and saying all those things about you. I don’t mean any of those things, I just. I did that to distract myself of my feelings and in turn, I pushed you further away”

“Wait, you actually like me?”

“Yeah, didn’t I just say that?”

You scoot closer to him, taking his hand in yours and resting your head on his shoulder. Jacob felt his heart rate rise, the sweat slowly building as you continued to lean on him. There was a comfortable lull between the two of you.

“You’re not going to say anything? I literally just poured my heart out to you” Jacob laughed, tightening his hold on your hand.

“Well, now that the waves have settled in your mind, my heart is yours… I guess, right, Jacob?”

“Right. Now I just need to go thank your brother because without him I never would have met you”

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acidbathlove · 5 months ago

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hi!!!! would love to request a pred swallowing someone Very Important that Should Not Be Swallowed and being unwilling to let thwir prey go so they have to conceal their digestion the whole day!! love your work!!! :))

Ooh! Thank you, means a lot. I hope you like this and thanks for the ask :)

The pred worked for a rather well known and important CEO, and this pred was essentially their chauffeur and hired muscle. Being around such a target meant the pred was getting an awful lot of food all in one day. But this was not one of those days, an unusually small amount of people tried it in the presence of the pred. They hadn’t left the office today, not even the passing assistant or worker was within the pred’s grasp. Plus it would mean they’d get their pay docked if it was an employee of the company. Feeling their mouth salivate more, the pred turned and went into the room.

“Hey boss, mind if I take my lunch early?” The pred asked, it was getting awfully hard concentrating, the hollowness in their stomach, the growling.The CEO sighed slightly, “Sure. But I’ll be docking it for this.” Their shaking fingers caused the pred to grimace, and moved slightly closer to the desk. It was painful now, and seeing them so close and even eating a meal themself, they had to strike. The pred lost it practically, moving over to the side of the CEO and grabbing them by the shoulder. Just before they could scream the pred wrapped their lips around their head muffling most of the noise. Lifting them up, the CEO began to squirm and wiggle their way farther down the pred’s throat without meaning too. The yelling ceased once they were squeezed farther down their body. The pred’s belly was swelling more and more with each swallow, before finally the last bit of them disappeared behind their lips. The pred’s shirt tore with the buttons popping off quickly as their belly expanded to fit their new guest. Leaving their swollen belly exposed and obvious, the pred groaned loudly. A mix of satiety and realization about what they had just done.

“Damn, and there was a meeting today, and in two hours no less.” Smacking their head, they looked down at their belly. If the pred tried anything now, for sure they’d be fired and probably worse. No, they’d have to pretend as if the CEO is still around, at least until their own shift ended. Sucking their fingers slightly, they sat down in the chair and started doing some of the job the CEO does. “You tasted amazing, I wish I ate you earlier.” The pred laughed and felt their belly squirm more violently.

“The more you squirm the faster I digest.” They patted the swollen belly and felt it squirm more and more. Being send out emails for the time, and thankfully for the pred there was a half composed on in the drafts from a few minutes ago. Reading it, the pred frowned, they were going to be fired that night anyways, so it works out. Finishing composing the message, at the end also sent out to their assistant that they would be sending the guard home early. Due to not wanting to deal with them during the firing process and that someone should call them to inform them. Getting a quick response back of acceptance, the pred sighed. The sleepiness was starting to hit, and they went over to the door. Locking it before going to the large chair and leaning back. The pred felt their eyes get heavy and leaned back, slowly drifting to sleep feeling the squirming get slower. They awoke to a call to the phone, blinking sleep away from their eyes the pred sat up and grabbed it.

“Sir, I haven’t seen your body guard yet? Are you going to send them down soon?” The assistant’s voice rang through, and he cleared his throat slightly . “Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll be right down. The boss is in the bathroom right now, and I wanted to wait until he was back in his office.” The pred answered sweating slightly looking down at their belly. It was way smaller and much rounder, clearly digestion had already taken hold. But it was nowhere near small enough for the pred to hide it behind the jacket they wore. “Alright, well he wanted to send you home early. Just letting you know, have a good rest of your evening.”

“Eve- thank you.” The pred blurted out before correcting themself and hanging up, Sighing, they looked around trying to find a way to cover the clearly prey filled belly. It would be hard to explain their size if they were inside the whole time. Grimacing, the pred steeled themselves and came up with an excuse in their mind. They were going to say they ate a worker, and not specify which one. Nodding to themselves they unlocked the door and moved outside, walking quickly to the elevator. There wasn’t anyone on this section of the building, and as a particularly loud growl from their belly sounded they sighed. Getting inside, they pressed the bottom floor and moved into the corner wrapping their jacket around their middle as much as possible. The descent was slow and quite frankly agonizing, the entire time their belly was loudly digesting.

Grumbling and growling, the indigestion was kicking in from all the cotton and jewelry their prey had worn. Burping their cufflinks came up and the pred sighed putting them away. But unfortunately the elevator stopped and an employee came in just as the pred burped and felt the watch they wore. The employee looked at the pred with a concerned look. “Lookin’ rather uncomfortable there? Did you eat something bad?” He asked, and the pred nodded, swallowing hard to keep it down. The pred shifted and looked away as a rather loud growl emanated from their gut after the swallowed watch. “Hey, I hope youre going home if youre having that much trouble.” The man said, just as the pred burped again and the watch came back up. Turning away they pulled it out of their mouth and put it in their pocket messily, sighing slightly. The employee thankfully left a couple seconds afterwards, and then finally they went into the bottom floor.

Getting out, they looked over at the desk person and started walking past once they turned away. But then they were called over, “Hey! You gotta sign out, it makes it easier for the boss to pay us. Remember?” She called out to them and the pred sighed, turning around, the pred walked over sheepishly as she looked down at the pred’s belly. Her face got a bit red and she looked away as the pred clocked out. “Have a good evening.” She said half heartedly as the pred turned and left. Thankfully, the hardest part was gone. Now all they did was get into their car, spitting up more of the clothing. They shoved it into a bag and rubbed their aching gut, there was still more digesting away in there. And it won’t take long for them to realize the CEO is gone, better they get out of there. Driving up to the terminal, the security guard looked them up and down. “The CEO cancelled their meeting, know why?” He asked, giving a pointed look at the pred��s belly.

“Don’t know, they sent me home early though. So they’re probably is in a bad mood or something.” The pred shrugged as the guard nodded and handed the pred back their ID. “We also haven’t seen them get any lunch today. Or go out at all. Know anything about that?” The guard asked and the pred sighed, and shook their head acting mildly annoyed. “I don’t, the last time I saw the CEO was when they went to the bathroom and I didn’t see them since then.” The pred said, as a particularly loud glourp sounded from their gut and the guard shrugged. “Alrighty, well be safe.” The guard said, and patted the top of the pred’s car letting them through. The pred made it the rest of the way home sighing, their belly significantly smaller and more manageable. Their neighbors knew the situation so it wasn’t hard to act natural and pretend as though the prey in their belly wasn’t an important person at all. Getting inside, and turning on the TV watching carefully to see if their crime had been mostly successful. The email they got about their immediate termination was expected and the pred barely responded. Giving more thought to their digesting belly now, rubbing it and sighing.

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iheartchv · 2 years ago

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//Okay, so instead of saving my draft, tumblr posted the original ask... while I was still working on it... I'm sorry 😞 i took screenshots of what I had wrote because i really dont wanna type all of that again, especially with me not having no time

Prompts(c) @turtle-babe83

Mikey x reader are 18+; this was written by an adult for adults. If you're under 18, go else where, please, this isn't a place for you.

You went back home to gather what you needed and headed back to the lair. You had left a note on your front door that you were going somewhere for a week. You didn't have to worry about anyone breaking in because Donnie had long ago installed a security system for you.

Once you stepped foot in the lair Mikey appeared. It seemed like his ninja skills were put to use in overtime. His senses were on alert, heightened.

"Y/n, where were you? I've been looking for you, and you know I cant go out when its daylight."

"Calm down, I just went to get some stuff." You sighed. "I'm going to stay with you for a week so you won't bite everyone's heads off."

He huffed. "I can't help it. Just the thought of-"

"I know, I know, Mikey. You don't have to worry about that now." You shushed him. You held his face in your hands and pressed your lips into his to kiss him. You felt his hands then his arms wrap around your waist, holding you close to him.

You could tell this orange banded turtle was horny. He was getting really handsy, and a little impatient. He was already loosening his gear, letting them fall to the ground, and tried to pull your shirt off.

"Whoa, baby, not here. Let's go to your room" you smirked at him.

"Ooooo, girl, you don't know what you got yourself into" He playfully growled and started sucking and licking that spot on your neck that made you shiver from lust. You wanted him, but you knew he wanted you more. You led him to his room, closed and locked the door behind you, and let him devour you. He almost tore your shirt and bra apart just to get to your warm soft flesh.

"Mikey~~~" you softly moaned.

"That's right, baby, you're MINE."

He snuggled his head between your breasts for a moment before his tongue trailed up your neck to the shell of your ear, making you shiver again. He heard your blood rushing through your veins, and he stopped his ministrations for a moment.

"I do, but... I'm scared of what'll happen afterward. I don't want to leave you alone, though..."

Mikey hurt everywhere: his heart hurt for you, he was hungry for your blood, and his cock throbbed to feel you wrapped around him, which was making his shell tighten. You caused all of this to happen to him. He wanted you, for all time.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

He pressed his forhead against yours. "Its okay, babes. I'll help you with everything." he promised. He will try his hardest to make your life as comfortable as possible. He firmly kissed you again, taking your breath away. "I love you, y/n."

"I love you, too, Mikey."

You caressed his speckled cheek, looking into his blue eyes, glowing from his vampiric, and his animalistic, need to have you. His body started moving you towards his bed. When the side of the matress hit the back of your legs, you sat down on the edge, waiting for whatever Mikey had planned.

"Just Relax. Lay back and let me take care of you."

"But I want to take care of you, too~" your voice purred as your fingertips danced and circled his cloaca.

He moaned. "You can do that later. Right now, I just want to eat you out because..." He flashed his fangs. "I'm starving. I've been thinking about you all day..." He kissed his way down your body, pushing you to lay back and spreading your thighs apart. "I want to have you screaming and begging for me until you can't take anymore."

He went down on you, knowing exactly what you liked. He licked, sucked, and teased your clit. You were already wet and so desperate to have him. Your desire to have him inside you made you whine and writhe your body underneath his touch.

"Please~~~"

"Please, what, babygirl?"

You whimpered in response as your muscles spasmed, wanting something bigger to fill you.

"You're gonna have to use your words, baby" he teased. His cock was finally free and ready to pound you into the matress.

"Please~ I need you~ I want you to take me and mark me as yours~ Bite me.~"

That smirk on his face made you more aroused. Mikey nipped your inner thigh before settling himself between your legs. "Okay. I'm gonna slide myself inside, then I'm gonna drink your blood. Ready?"

"Yeah..."

The head of his dick slid into your tight wet cavern. You loved the burn that set your body in flames as he slowly stretched you. You let out cries and moans of pleasure and arched your body to take more of him even though he was as deep as he could go.

His fangs sunk into your neck, letting your life blood flow down his throat. The copper taste was addicting, a whole lot better than the alternative that Donnie made. He tried his best to be gentle with you; his focus was on trying to make you feel good. And he must've been doing it right because you were making sounds he never heard before and your slick muscles gripped him tighter, keeping him there.

🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡

You blacked out for a moment. "Hey, are you alright?" he had asked you. "Yeah, I'm okay." You felt him still hard inside you, and you felt the fire ignite again instantly. Your arousal seemed to have sky rocketed, too. You weren't this aroused before; all you could think about was being taken fast and hard by Mikey.

"Here. You're going to need to drink some blood first, my little vampirella."

He exposed the side of his neck and leaned down on top of you. You wrapped your arms and legs around him as your fangs pierced his skin to drink his blood. The taste was a little strange at first but how it was making you feel was intoxicating. He pulled you off when he felt that you had your fill and told you to lick his wounds to heal them.

On your signal he started moving inside you slow, and then held your hips as he jackhammered into you. The headboard thumped against the wall, the bed creaked. You moaned loudly as he quickly got you to your orgasm. "Mikey!" you screamed over and over as you rode out the waves of ecstasy that crashed over you.

Coming down from your high, you tried to calm your beating heart. However, you was ready for a round 2. That was totally fine with him because he wasn't through with you. He unwrapped your legs and pushed them up towards your chest, opening yourself more as he reached the parts of you that had ached.

"Oh, god...." his speech was jumbled, his brain was no longer functional for rational thought. He was primal, wild. He gave up control and rocked into you so hard and so fast you could barely catch a breath. He pants and groans gave you an indication that he was getting close, which turned you on and made you moan.

"M-Mikey! Michelangeloooo~ Deeper, cum inside me. I want you, I want you~♡"

"I want you, too, y/n, baby. Im almost there, almost there." he whimpered as the pressure he felt building was being stretched out like a rubber band. He was about to come undone. You told him to thrust harder, and within a few strokes he made you come hard around him.

This orgasm was intense but felt so good. You felt his hot seed shoot deep inside you. With as much as he had, you're pretty sure you were filled and more with his turtle chowder. The afterglow made you feel giggly and light as a feather.

"So I've got a week of this... to look forward to..."

"I told you you had no idea what you were getting youself into." 😁

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dirtybtssnaps · 2 years ago

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Meeting your online friend

Genre: Lovely Oneshot Smut

Pairing: Dom Kim Namjoon and 💕Bratty Submissive💕Female Reader

Poisons: Teasing (Non Sexually and Sexually), Slight possessiveness (Receiving), Making out, Dirty Talk (Receiving), Oral (Male and Female Receiving), Ball Massaging (Giving), Balls sucking (Giving), Cum Swallowing, Fingering (Receiving), Rough sex, Clit stimulation (Receiving), Overstimulation (Receiving), and Creampie (They just met don't do this irl)

Author note: (Hella unnecessary to the story, so you don't have to read this) I'm actually kinda sad about posting this, this has been in my drafts since I had a few hundred followers with two little paragraphs. I'm not even sure if I did this right since I don't really remember what I was thinking about when I started writing it. I hope y'all like it it means a lot to me. Also, this isn’t based on any game, I’m just saying this cause a few of you might guess and I’m literally not thinking of any game in particular lol. (Now story time)

A sigh went through your nose, as the smell of coffee slowly started to become irritating to your nostrils. You’ve been sitting in a coffee shop for about an hour waiting on your online friend to show up, you weren’t surprised that he was late he had a habit of getting lost even when you two played online games together. Your phone vibrated as a waitress and refilled your cup. The shop door opened and namjoon hastily walked to your table, “I'm sorry, I just landed a few hours ago it kept getting delayed, then I tried to get a taxi and every one of them had someone in it.” he said then embarrassingly chuckled.

Namjoon sat down at the table with you, he ordered a coffee from the waitress who was already there then sat down with you. He took off his jacket then you both sat in silence for a while, he occasionally looked over at you making you blush a little, and looked away. The waitress eventually came back and gave him a cup of coffee, they walked away and he grabbed his cup and then took a sip of his coffee. “Why are you being so quiet aren't you gonna call me an asshole or something for being late like you always do?” he asked. “I'm sorry I'm just nervous, I'm not really used to meeting people offline.” you replied.

“Am I the first person you met offline?” he asked, You shyly nodded as you blushed then looked away from him. “I met a few dudes from the game, we chilled and played a few games but you're the first girl I met.” Namjoon said. After a few moments of silence, he took a sip of his coffee and you did the same. Namjoon nearly spat out his coffee as he started laughing, “What's so funny?” you asked putting your cup on the table. “I'm sorry, I know you feel weird about meeting me, but I can't help but feel like you're acting cute on purpose.” he answered. “See this is what I've been talking about, you're literally being an asshole for no reason right now you know that.” you said slightly angered.

“What?!? What did I do I just called you cute cause you are, you're cuter than the pictures you sent in the groupchat.” he said smirking at you as he took a drink, “Joon you're embarrassing me stop, or I swear I'll... throw this cup of coffee on you.” you said, “Wow I call you pretty and you threatening to throw hot coffee on me?” he asked faking concern. “...I'm not.. actually gonna throw it on you.” you said rolling your eyes, “Great, cause I still wanna spend the day together. Plus I can brag to the guys that I had the hottest date to the gallery.” said namjoon. You sunk into the chair as blushed and drank your coffee. “You do have the tickets right?” you asked, He reached into his pocket and gave you your ticket then snapped a VIP bracelet on your wrist. “Surprise.” he said.

“You actually got them? I'm so grateful, thank you so so much joonie.” you said, “It’s no problem, I came here to see it with you might as well see the whole thing together.” He said. “We should get going soon, I've kinda seen the line and it’s getting pretty long.” Said namjoon, “You could have told me that too before you sat down.” You said. You stood up and grabbed your things, he stood up then followed after you. As you both started walking there, your hands ended up holding each other until you made it there. You both walked up to the surprisingly long of people ready to go into the art gallery, you both sighed and got ready to go to the back of the line.

"Those with a Vip bracelet please come you will go be in first, I'm sorry everyone we changed the rules to go in first. If anyone who doesn’t get in that has a regular ticket will be able to get tomorrow." Said a man wearing a staff member t-shirt. You both smiled at each before getting your bracelets checked, then walked inside together. Both of you walked into the art gallery, and were surprised at how beautiful the art gallery is. You both couldn’t believe how beautiful the art is, and how different it was then the art they usually post.

You both eventually found a few of your other friends and chatted with them a bit, namjoon made you blush as he became kinda possessive of you as the guys started complimenting you. He eventually sneaked you away from them, and both of you started walking around and talking again. Namjoon kept you close to him occasionally touching you or fixing something on you, eventually he kissed your cheek nearly missing the corner of your mouth then hugged you. He grabbed your hand and started walking with you again, and you looked away from him as you got embarrassed.

After a while, you both sat on a bench together for a bit of a rest. Namjoon looked over at you and smirked then nudged you. “What’s wrong?” he asked, “Nothing, I'm just not really used to someone being so touchy with me, and we just kinda met so it's kinda weird.” you said. “What? I’m just acting normally, we’ve always hugged and kissed when we talked together in the game, especially when it was just me and you.” He said teasingly.

“You even had me stay up with you all night to grind and get the perfect kiss animation for you, and that works with the one I had.” He said, “You had to be the stubborn one and use that one, with the weirdest animations for the other person. It was that one or we weren’t gonna do it at all.” You complained back, “No I remember it, I was willing to change mine to three different ones but you had to be picky.” Namjoon said smiling at you, “Two were couple poses and one was a kissing one.” you added.

“We have all those customizations on ours, but these are our characters I didn’t know that many people like this ship. You said. “Maybe they’ll finally become cannon?” He asked jokingly, “They can’t we’re the only people we know that ships them, if they become cannon then everyone will ship them. It happen to the first two characters we picked, we couldn’t go anywhere if we wanted to use them cause everyone thought we were one of “those couples” and they were unbearable about it.” You said, “Don’t worry it’s only one painting, and if they did theirs always more characters we can pick from.” He said comforting you.

As time went on the art gallery slowly got fuller, until both of you could barely walk without bumping into someone by accident “They must have let everyone in now, it’s getting pretty crowded now. I have a hotel room not too far away, I think we could walk there if you're not tired.” said namjoon. “Sure, just lead the way.” You said. He guided you both out, with both of you occasionally stopping and saying hi to a few of your online friends. You both eventually left and went to his hotel room, then took off your jackets and shoes. Namjoon turned the tv on and sat on his bed while you sat on a chair near the bed.

“It’s a shame they didn’t have a gift shop or something I would’ve loved a few prints and some figures.” Said namjoon, “They’re gonna sell the painting in a few days so they won’t have to do another fundraiser, it was pretty close last time I even took a few extra shifts to donate more.” You answered. “You took extra shifts?” He asked, “Yeah that’s why I was afk so much during that time.” You answered again. “You know you didn’t have to, the creators even said don’t stress ourselves over it.” Said Namjoon. “I know… it's just… everyone was going crazy and trying to help, and I guess I got worried since everyone was making videos and my favorite writer left the time and that was the only I could talk to you at the time so I panicked a little.” You shyly reply. “I would have just given you the groupchat if you wanted to keep talking.

“We’ll yeah I know that now, but.. I just wasn’t thinking and the timer for the fundraiser was going down fast-” “You were that worried about leaving me?, wow I didn’t know you cared that much.” Namjoon said interrupting you. Namjoon sat up and moved closer to you until he was sitting on the bed in front of you, then leaned close to you kissing you, but you leaned back in your chair and closed your eyes to avoid it. “What’s wrong honestly? You’d get mad at me if I didn’t want a kiss, now you’re avoiding them?” He asked “It’s different than online… You’re just a screen with black text, and we're actually face to face now.” You said shyly.

“You always start it, and asking me to do it even when in the middle of a match. I remember before you knew my real name you used to always call me my screen name. I honestly kinda missed those days sometimes, it was cute seeing how many nicknames you could make of it trying to get my attention.” He reminisced and then looked at you smiling. You rolled your eyes and then looked at him. “Just do what you feel comfortable with, like that game I sent you with Lucy. Our safe word is blueberry right?” You asked smiling softly at him then he lightly grabbed your cheeks.

“I should have known you were into you after you sent me that link, since you and that character both looked so much alike, but honestly thinking about it you’re so much prettier than her.” Said Namjoon. You puckered your lips to make a cute face, he closed his eyes and kissed your lips deeply. You moved your head to pull away, but he kissed you deeper until you felt his tongue enter your mouth. You closed your eyes again as he started feeling you up, he reached down and grabbed the bottom of your sweater then pulled it off you.

Namjoon cuffed his hands under your bra, you gasped at the sudden coldness then he kissed your neck. “You’re so much softer than I thought and warmer.” He said before kissing your lips again, He slid your leggings off then you closed your legs together. “You know I don’t think you’ve ever covered yourself up like this, you’re usually spreading your legs open for me.” He said. You blushed a bit more then held your legs a little tighter together, “You wanna start with me first, then you seem to really like that right?“ he asked. You sighed through your nose, then nodded your head and he smiled at you before getting up and standing in front of you.

You got on your knees in front of him, then you gently grabbed the base of his cock. You leaned close to him, and started licking the tip of his cock. You opened your cock and started sucking the tip of his cock, then started sliding more and more of his cock into your mouth. You filled your mouth with his cock, then Namjoon suddenly let out a moan as your tongue swirled around it. Your tongue started licking and flicking his cock, then he slowly started thrusting his cock inside your mouth. He kept thrusting trying not to go too deep inside your mouth, you stopped at the tip of his cock and kept swirling your tongue around it. Then slid your tongue under his cock, then slid his balls inside your mouth gently sucking and licking them. Namjoon started jerking off as he bit his bottom lip, your tongue swirled around his balls before lightly pulling away from him. He moved his hand, and you slid his cock inside your mouth again.

He came inside your mouth and swallowed his cum, then you slid his still hardened cock out of your mouth.“Just lay down on the edge of the bed and open up your legs for me, I'm just doing what we did in our first few chats.” he said smiling at you. You did as he said and then he got down on his knees, your cheeks started to get hot and he looked at your pussy. His tongue slid up against your pussy, you squirmed a bit as he kept licking then started moaning as namjoon tongue up against your clit. He held your hips as his tongue flicked up against your clit faster, one of his hands released your hips and he gently pushed them inside your pussy. His fingers started looking for flickering around until he found your G-spot, he started thrusting his fingers roughly inside you.

Namjoon kept your legs as still as he could with his free hand, you reached down and gently grabbed your hair pushing his head closer to your pussy. He started swirling and flicking his tongue on your clit. You moaned out as you came, then you gently released his hair as you laughed nervously. “That was kinda fast.” he said teasingly, “Shut up you know my clit is sensitive.” you said making him laugh a little.

“Do you have any condoms, I didn’t really expect to have sex with you when I came here.” He said, “You’re the one who started this, what do you mean you don’t have any?” You hissed. Namjoon looked at you and smiled. You blushed a little as you remembered a roleplay, both of you did a little while ago. You blushed a little more, then you shyly opened your legs showing him your pussy. “I wonder do you actually shave as much say in our chats.” Namjoon asked, as he slowly started rubbing his cock up against your pussy until it slipped inside you then he thrust it the rest of the way in. He slowly started thrusting into you, then slowly started rubbing your clit. You started moaning and he leaned over you, then grabbed your leg as he started thrusting a little faster inside you.

You got on all fours and he quickly got behind you, then grabbed your hips before thrusting his cock deep inside your pussy. He started thrusting inside you again, faster and rougher this time. You grabbed the bedsheets in front of you, then he suddenly grabbed your hair and then pushed your face into your mattress, “Sorry I just wanted a little revenge.” Namjoon smugly said. You moved your head to the side and started breathing heavily before moaning again, “S-slow down a little joonie, you're gonna make me cum again.” you moaned. Namjoon reached down and started rubbing your clit again, you moaned louder for a few seconds before moaning out and cumming. You started breathing heavily again as he slid his semi-hard cock out of you, he sat down on the bed behind you. After a few moments of rest, he leaned forward and gently grabbed your wrist, then gently pulled you towards him until you were on top of him. He laid down for a few seconds before sitting up a little and looking at you.

You blushed then looked down at Namjoon, then started grinding on him. “Don’t worry I could have guessed you would have been too shy to ride me.” He said as he sat up, and then grabbed your hips as he started thrusting into you. You leaned up against him, he readjusted his grip on your thighs and kept his pace as you moaned. You wrapped your legs around him and then kissed him, namjoon lightly bit your bottom lip. You suddenly moaned out as you came, he kept thrusting into you tightening his grip a little. “I'm so close just take it a little bit longer- Fuck!” he moaned, he kept thrusting into you then kissed your lips deeply.

Namjoon moaned into your mouth, as came deep inside you then kissed your lips deeply again. The kiss continued for a few moments longer than the others, before you both gently pulled away from each other. Namjoon slowly slid his cock out of you, then you laid down on the bed next to him. “You know I’m going to be here for a few days since we’re so happy, and comfortable with each other. You might as just stay here with me, I mean if you’re okay with that of course?” He asked, “I don’t know, what if you end up not liking me while I’m here?” You asked. “You’re a lot shyer than how you are in our chats, but you’re you and I really like you.” Namjoon answered, you turned over and started cuddling with him. “I like you too.” You replied. You both leaned close to each other and then kissed each other deeply.

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msg4andre · 2 years ago

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momma’s boy ❤︎︎ - S.H

Contains: subby!steve, mostly dom!fem!reader, lactation kink, mommy kink, Steve being eager to please <3

A/N: bye the ending kinda sucked but I wanted to get this out of my drafts LMAOAOA, anywayz have this yall. Also this was not pre read so sorry for spelling/grammar lol <3

Steve Harrington came home from a long day at work feeling exhausted. Shitty customers, constant loud noises and let’s not forget the snobby kids who would constantly knock things over and leave it to him to clean up. It’s not like Steve loved his job but today was definitely one of the harder days for him. Even the trip upstairs seemed more tiring.

On the bright side, steve had you to comfort him! Steve lightly pushed the bedroom door open, his heart swelling at the beautiful woman who sat in his bed. The room was dark except for an old lamp on the nightstand, the dim yellow light reflected off your satin nightgown as you flipped to the next page of your book. Your back comfortably resting against some pillows leaning against the backboard of the bed. “Hey…” Steve whispered.

You looked up from your book as your boyfriend crawled into bed next to you, moving slowly until he was right next to you. Steve was on his side balancing the rest of his body on his elbow to keep himself up. It seemed like he was too tired to keep himself upright on the mattress without collapsing, you could tell. Today must’ve been a rough day at work for your poor Stevie. One of his coworkers didn’t show up for their morning shift so Steve had to fill in for them. Much to his dismay, he had to get up from the comfort of your arms and start his day a couple hours early. Your poor baby looked exhausted, from the dark circles underneath his eyes to the way his voice was soft and seemingly incapable of speaking any louder.

“Hi baby, bad day at work?” You asked. “Yeah.” Steve nodded. “Freaking Mario didn’t even bother showing up today and they made me fill in for him.” He sighed, nuzzling his cheek against your shoulder. Which was his way of telling you he wanted to be pampered, taken care of.

You gave your sweet boy a knowing smile, closing your book and setting it on the nightstand beside you. “C’mere, baby.” You cooed, wrapping your arms arroud Steve and holstering him up so his head would press against your chest. Steve toyed with the straps of your nightgown, his brown puppy eyes shooting you a look. Once he had your approval, he let the top of your nightgown fall, watching the glistening satin gown pool around your elbows and revealing your leaking tits.

Steve’s eyes lit up as he latched onto your nipple, tongue swirling around your bud as he suckled on your tits “Mommy…” He murmured against your sensitive nipple, biting down as his hand snaked into your nightgown. You moaned when Steve began massaging your clothed clit through your panties, a wet patch forming causing the cloth to stick to your pretty pussy. You groaned at the sensation of your sweet milk gushing out of your tits.

“M-my good boy. Such a good boy always pleasing mommy.” You cupped Steve’s cheek, your heart fluttered watching your baby suck on your milk-filled breasts.

Steve whimpered at the praise. Pleasing his mommy always made Steve’s pretty cock weep, he couldn’t help but grind his hips against the mattress as your nectar continued to flow into his mouth. The wetness seeping through your panties and coating his fingers made him impossibly hard. Steve released your nipple and moved onto your other tit, continuing to toy with your sloppy pussy by stroking your slit and guiding his fingers up to your clit. “S-Steve!” Steve looked up at you, milk dribbling down his chin and dripping on you. You sucked in a breath. Steve tweaked and toyed with your sensitive buds, and the stimulation left you absolutely breathless.

Steve rutted his hips against the mattress, drunk on your sweet sounds, slipping two finger inside your soaked cunt. “O-oh…let me take care of you, baby…” You mewled, bucking your hips against his fingers as they curled and scissored inside your wet hole . Steve shook his head no, your boob still in his mouth as he worked on your pussy.

You gazed at him in adoration and brushed the hair away from his face as he nursed, his brown eyes looking up at you and meeting yours as your wetness lewdly squelched. With a groan, Steve released your sensitive nipple and moved his head downward, the skirt of your nightgown covering his head as he pulled down your soaked panties. “I could do this all day…” He huffed against your clit, his warm breath making you shiver. “G-go on baby, you know mommy doesn’t like it when you tease.”

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sungswhore · 3 years ago

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Friends with benefits?

Hi guys! sorry for the delay on my 'Who Are You?' series. i will be updating that as soon as possible but for now please enjoy this drafted smut of jay!!

side note: pls if you have any requests or want to be tagged in any of my writings please let me know!!

🖇word count: 2.8k

🖇pairings: snobby rich boy jay x nerdy female reader

🖇genre: smut (oral, both receiving, face fucking, fingering, rough-ish sex, unprotected sex, praising, breeding )

it was supposed to be just like any other day. y/n goes to her morning classes, then has lunch with her friends and the university cafeteria and afterwards she was supposed to head back to her dorm to do any work that was due for that day.

That's what was supposed to happen but no, she was so exhausted from class that on her way to the table she usually sat at during lunch, she bumped into someone, spilling all her food on both of them.

"oh my god… i am so sorry." she said, trying her best to clean up the mess she made. "get your filthy hands off of me!" the person pushed her hands away and stood back looking at her. she finally looked at who it was she had just bumped into, jay park. he was the son of the chairman of the school. 'fuck' she thought. "do you know how much this uniform costs? more than what you can ever afford. for fuck sakes how did you even get into this school? this school is much more than what your income is." he said harshly, his eyes burning holes into her. she stared at him in shock and her body burned in embarrassment.

not only was he being the ultimate dick, he was causing a scene and everyone in the place was now staring at the two of them.

"look, i'm sorry. i was tired and wasn't paying attention to where i was going-" she was soon interrupted by him. "sorry doesn't cut it… whatever your fucking name is." he stated. "well how can i make it up to you? i'll do anything." y/n pleaded. she really wanted him to be quiet and hopefully get him off her ass. "anything?" he asked, a smirk now forming on his lips. she saw something in his eyes flicker but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. she felt tense, now regretting her words. "uh… yeah?" she said, well more like asked since she wasn't sure herself if she should or not.

"meet me at my place tonight. i stay at the OC dorms in room 200, got it?" he said firmly and she nodded her head in response. "good, i'll see you there." and with that he walked away. she couldn't understand what had happened. it all happened so fast for her to process but all she knows is that she has no choice but to go because she feared for what would happen if she didn't.

10:37pm

here she was outside his door, contemplating if she should knock or just leave. what's the worst that could happen, right? he really couldn't do anything. could he? all she did was accidentally spill some spaghetti noodles and sauce on him.

"you're not going to answer my questions, kitten?" he asked, rubbing the pad of his thumb on her bottom lip. she froze, not knowing what to do in this situation. her heart fluttered at the pet name he had given her. "open your mouth." he demanded. she obliged and parted her lips. jay slipped his thumb into her mouth and y/n took it without any hesitations, wrapping her mouth around it immediately and began to suck on it. "an eager little kitten you are " he said, low and seductively. "let's take this inside, shall we?" and with that, he brought her into his dorm room. once he had closed and locked the door, he immediately smashed his lips onto hers, kissing her hard and rough.

she was about to walk away when his door swung open, revealing a shirtless jay. he only had on slides and a pair of joggers, carrying a bag that she assumed was the clothes she totally trashed earlier today. "oh you really came?" he laughed, walking past her to the garbage disposal. "yeah.. you told me to." she said in a nervous tone, watching his every move. he looked good, sexy even. his body was so lean and built. y/n couldn't help but stare at how his back muscles looked as he was disposing of his trash. she was soon snapped out of her trance by jay laughing at her response. "so if i told you to jump off a cliff, would you?" he said, turning back to face her. she gulped a bit, now staring at his toned chest and abs. she never realized how well built he was until now. how could she ever have known if he wore business casual all the time. "well no… i wouldn't have." she added, averting her eyes to the ground. she stared at her beat up converse until she saw his feet come into view.

he firmly gripped her chip, gently pulling her face up so she could see him. "if that's the case, what brought you here then? hm? what made you come all this way?" he questioned, studying her face. y/n's heart began to race and she felt hot all over again. jay was too close. she didn't understand why she was feeling this way. her eyes trailed down to his lips for a split second. she saw how pink and plump they looked, even with the split present in the middle of his bottom lip. she heard jay chuckle and that smirk from earlier was now back.

since she was inexperienced with these kinds of things, their teeth clashed against each other and she sloppily followed his lip movements. jay didn't seem to mind, his hands traveling down her sides to the back of her thighs. she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist as he made his way towards his bed. he nibbled on her bottom lip and y/n parted her lips once more, giving his tongue access to explore her every inch of it.

she took the initiative to suck on his tongue, making slurping sounds as she did so. jay seemed very pleased by this from the sounds he was making. it only encouraged her to do more. she trailed kisses down his jaw to his neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. she marked every aspect of his neck as she went, drawing out a few groans from the male.

they reached the bed, jay threw her on top of it before he climbed on top of her, attacking her lips with his. he laid between her legs, grinding his clothed and hardened member against her core. she whined, bucking her hips up for more. he didn't care for that right now, he wanted to take his time to explore every inch of her, painfully slow just to rile her up a bit, and it seemed to be working.

his lips trailed down to her neck, abusing the skin with his mouth, leaving trails of hickeys as he went. his hands slipped under her shirt, making their way towards her breasts and to his surprise, she wasn't wearing a bra. he sat up a bit, removing her shirt from her body and tossing it somewhere on the floor in his room. he observed her exposed chest, making y/n a bit self conscious about her body so she immediately covered herself. jay shook his head, removing her arms from hiding her body. "you don't have to do that, you look beautiful." he said, hovering above her and placing a chastise kiss on her lips before lowering himself to give her breast some attention. he took one of her nipples into his mouth, running his tongue against the bud of it, sucking on it as he massaged the other breast.

y/n gasped, back arching as she wrapped her arms around his head to bring him any closer than he already was.

he alternated between her breasts before slowly kissing down towards the hem of her pants. he looked up at her and she gave him a nod of approval. he undid the button and zipper of her jeans, sliding them off along with her panties. he spread her legs wider, getting in between them. he placed soft kisses on the inner parts of her thighs, kissing upwards, edging her on even more. he left a few marks here and there. just to spite her, he blew cold air on her core, making a cold chill go down her spine.

he could see her dripping wet from all the arousal and he couldn't wait to taste it. he slowly slid his tongue between her folds, licking up her warm slick. y/n let out a shaky breath that she didn't even know she was holding.

jay licked up, swirling and flicking his tongue on her clitoris before plunging two fingers deep inside on her. y/n moaned softly while jay continued to finger fuck her and do wonders with his tongue. her hands made their way to his hair, tugging on it as she began to grind against his tongue.

her moans echoed all around the room, along with the bed creaking from her slight movements.

she felt a pit build up in her stomach. she knew she was close, before she could even muster out a word, she came fast and hard. that didn't stop jay though. he continued pumping his fingers inside of her as he lapped up all her juices. she whined from the overstimulation. she tried her hardest to move away but ultimately failed since jay held her still. he looked up, enjoying the sight in front of him. y/n squirming under him and a whining mess. this sight made his cock twitch in his joggers.

he pulled his fingers out of her, now hovering above her again. he put his fingers in her mouth, making her taste herself. she sucked his fingers clean, licked herself off of them.

"i'm not finished just yet. i still want to finish too. would you like to help me princess?" jay asked, slipping his fingers out of her mouth and standing up. y/n nodded her eagerly, causing him to smile and place a kiss on her

he slid his joggers and boxers down, kicking them off his ankles and onto the floor.

she nodded her head and he signaled for her to get on her knees. she climbed out of the bed and did what was expected of her. she looked up at him through her lashes. her doe eyes staring at him before looking down at his cock. he was bigger than what she expected. she knew he was big due to the fact that his bulge was always there. it caught everyone's eye. everyone knew he was packing but she didn't expect him to be this big. she gulped, grabbing his huge cock in her tiny hands. it was thick and heavy.

she wrapped her hand around him, pumping his member a few tights but jay only scoffed. "that's all you got? i'm sure you can do way better than this princess." he stated,looking down at her. "don't tell me this is your first time." he added. he noticed the change in her expression. "oh so it is. does that mean that was your first time being eaten out as well?" he asked, a smirk cockily present on his face. y/n nodded her head slowly, not making any sort of eye contact with him. "oh that's great. i can be your first for everything. i'll tell you how i want it done, okay?" he asked, more like stated but she only nodded it agreement.

"okay so open your mouth and just suck." he said and that's exactly what she did. she opened her mouth as wide as she could and wrapped her lips around his tip, sucking on it as he stated. he grunted a bit, encouraging her to do more. she began to bob her head slightly, taking in as much as she could and pulling back to where only the tip of his cock sat comfortably in her mouth. "just like that, princess." he said, grabbing a fistful of her hair and helped guide you as you sucked him off. the praise made her take more of him, but only as much as she could. jay seemed to be enjoying it a bit but it wasn't enough. he needed more. he grabbed the back of her head, pushing her down further until his cock hit the back of her throat, making her gag. "fuck, like this. just like this." he said, taking control and fucking into her mouth. he started off slowly but soon his thrust intensified. he fucked into her mouth fast and hard. she choked, drool spilling out the sides of her mouth and running down her chin. her eyes brimmed with tears and they eventually began to run down her face. she tried her best to control her breath to help calm down her gag reflex but ultimately failed. she gripped his thighs, her nails digging into them. that was surely going to leave a mark.

he grunted, getting close to his climax. he looked down at her, seeing such a sight turned him on even more. "fuck! you're doing so good for me princess." he said, feeling himself on the verge of cumming. he thrusted a few more times, cumming hard into her mouth. she choked once again. he pulled out and she coughed a few times, trying her best to catch her breath after having her mouth fucked and swallowing his seed.

he pulled her up to her feet and smashed his lips onto hers once more, leading her back to the bed. they both fell, with him on top of her. he positioned himself at her entrance, smacking his tip onto her pussy a few times before slowly pushing it inside of her. she hissed out in pain, back arching and her eyes closing tight from the painful sensation. his size was definitely above average and it doesn't help that this is her first time.

he stayed there for a moment, letting her adjust for a minute before pushing the rest of himself inside of her, bellowing her out. it was just too much for her but she couldn't help but also want it to continue. after a few moments of him just sitting there she asked him to move. he did, making a slow but steady thrust inside of her. pacing himself for her benefits. she scrunched her face up in pain but after a while that pain soon turned into pleasure. she started moaning softly, making him pick up his pace. each deep thrust accurately hit her g-spot, making her go crazy. she screamed in pleasure as he fucked hard into her, taking her legs and throwing them onto his shoulders. in this position she felt him somehow go deeper inside her if that was even possible. she arched her back, moaning loud incoherent words at this point.

the room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping, loud moans and grunts and the bed hitting against the wall. she was so sure that the people in the dorms next door could definitely hear what was taking place right about now. she felt that familiar pit from earlier in her stomach. she was close and judging by the way he thrusted sloppily into her, he was too. "i'm c-close.." she mustered out. "me too, baby" he replied.

after a few more thrust, they both came loud and hard. his thick and warm seed filling her up to the brim. he fucked into her a few times, riding out both of their highs before pulling out and falling onto her. she giggled and lazily pushed him off, causing him to laugh as well before pulling her close. she smiled and snuggled into him. "don't take this the wrong way, i'm not really interested in you but i wouldn't mind doing this again with you." he said plainly. y/n hummed in response, not really caring. "so? friends with benefits?" he asked, looking down at her and rubbing small circles on her lower back. "yea, we can do that." she said, causing him to smile. "then it's settled." he said, chuckling to himself before they both ended up falling asleep into each other's arms. not knowing that this'll lead to something more.

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indouloureux · 3 years ago

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only when i looked into your eyes

peter parker x reader

summary: peter parker disappears on you before you leave for college. when he comes back years later, you're aching for the truth, wanting to ask him a question that's been breaking your heart the longer he's gone

word count: 3,527

warnings: alcohol usage (all are of age), angst, fluff

a/n: wrote this amidst my breakup. this is lowkey inspired by it except i never got him to ask the question i wrote in here.

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you

you couldn’t imagine the sadness

that happens when you’re driving alone

there’s nowhere to stop

It was when his scrawny physique entered through Ned’s apartment was when you figured your night had been ruined.

You never expected he’d actually come after years and years of bailing on you. But it was Ned who invited him anyway, not you . So of course, he came.

Ned glanced at you the second Peter Parker slipped in through his door, proposing you a culpable, apologetic look.

He didn’t see you first. Ned’s apartment was loaded with the old Decathlon team from when they were freshmen until seniors back in Midtown High, along with the ones that had been added every year until they left.

But when his eyes anchored upon you, they didn’t tense, or look anywhere else, or walk away like he used to do. Rather, they softened; they relaxed as if it was a solace to see you after two years .

You dismissed his yearning stares for the entire night, choosing to exclude yourself from the games they were holding as Peter seemed to be excited to join be in them – for your sake, and his, you decided not to join, for you understood that you, yourself, would be ruining the night by just constructing snarky remarks at every chance you could while he remained silent, trying to keep things civil.

Liz Allan, the eldest of you all, bore the flash cards between her slim fingers as she asked them queries that had occurred years prior during their decathlon expeditions. Ned lost first, but when he sat down beside you, offering you another bottle of beer, you knew he lost on purpose.

Your right leg was crossed over the other, fingers holding the neck of the bottle precipitously, your other finger drafting its lips. Ned sat back, elbow behind you as he took a swig.

“I’m sorry, by the way,” he looked at you with a frown. “I invited him but to be honest I really didn’t expect him to come. Even though we talk almost every day.”

It was your turn to frown, placing the bottle on your lips. “Huh. Figured you guys would stop talking after we graduated,” you spoke against the glass, before tilting your head back to taste the strong, hot alcohol. “Guess he just really didn’t want to talk to me back then.”

“Nah. I’m pretty sure he did. Peter does things with reasons. Rational reasons.”

“Ned, with all due respect, I don’t think him disappearing on me without a word after graduation was a rational reason.”

“Oh. I’m sorry, again,” Ned looked at you sympathetically. “You know, when you told me neither of you talked to each other anymore, I was pretty shocked. I mean, you guys dated since sophomore year, and then he just-”

“Disappeared right after graduation,” you sucked your teeth in, sensing the sarcasm poison your words as you felt the profound anger rippling up inside you. “Believe me, no one was more shocked than I was. I was his girlfriend, after all.”

A sigh for a response, and all you heard next was the octave sound of the liquor inside the bottle as he took another sip. “I’m really sorry, (y/n).”

“Leeds, you don’t have to apologize for all the pain he’s caused me,” You pat his knee. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to look for food so I can worry about how much I stress eat instead of his stupid face.”

That was a lie.

You stress ate and thought about him.

You stood behind the counter, watching as Peter laughed at something MJ had said – something about that time he missed the Decathlon at Washington DC. It would have been funny, if the memories you had with Peter in your head didn’t have its newly found bitter taste.

Sophomore year – the craziest year you had to go through with him. It was when the secrets started, the missed schedules, the lies. Albeit amidst them all, you still couldn’t forget every single memory both of you created.

His arm leaned against the stone wall. That smirk on Peter’s face that, annoyingly, always managed to make you swoon.

“I’ve seen you lurking around with your eyes never leaving mine, (y/n) (l/n),” he muttered quietly.

You scoffed. “Bold of you to assume I was looking at you.”

“You were. And don’t worry, I’ve been doing the same thing.” He winked. Your heart fluttered, throwing your hair back.

“You’re creepy. And you’re weird. We’ve been dating for a year, what’s gotten into you?”

Then, he leaned forward, his forearm now above you. Peter leaned in until his nose was brushing against yours that you had to take a step back from how close the both of you were. And again, he grinned, a dimple creasing on the side of his lips.

You tilt your head sideways.

“Will you still find me creepy and weird if I ask you to come with me to Homecoming tomorrow?”

You would be lying if you said you didn’t find that cute anymore. Annoyingly enough, not only did you find it cute, you found it romantically cliché. That was 3 and a half years ago, now you were a sophomore in college.

when you’re crying, the radio’s carryin’ you home

it’s hard to stay focused so close to the ocean

let the wind take control

you won’t even notice

Every memory devised by the two of you nevermore appeared to cease your mind; it stuck to you like his fucking belt that stuck your wrists together during those nights where you’d be desiring to grasp his mopped curls and clutch his torso between your legs and touch him everywhere .

God, why were you thinking of that? Of all the comparisons…

Furthermore, no matter how much you endeavored to get rid of him in your head – no matter how much you wanted to forgive him and forget him, he dwelled in your head. Peter stayed in your heart that he broke.

He thought the opposite.

Peter didn’t want to forget you. He never did, hell he never even thought of forgetting you. Peter wanted your forgiveness, and he told himself that if you were ever to deny excusing him, he should be okay with it. It was his fault, anyway.

He also wanted to be with you again, which was why he was here in the first place.

You may have not seen or heard from him in two years, but he did – he would spend his days on end on top of buildings supervising over you like a fucking creep. Peter would take memos of your daily life: what time you go to class, what time your lunch was, the coffee shop you often went to, and where you lived.

He didn’t want to look like a stalker, although Peter himself admitted he already was a stalker. But what was he supposed to do? It was the only way for him to know you were actually secure and breathing.

Peter idiotically pondered ways of how to appropriately approach you, yet each one was filled with absurdity (accidentally bumping into you at the coffee shop you went to which was miles away from his home or knock on your apartment door). He also thought of what to say to you if you were ever to meet again.

Should he apologize? Obviously, duh! Should he explain? Absolutely! Should he tell her the truth? Absolutely not, you imbecile!

You never knew he was Spider-Man.

As he stared at you from across the room, you glared at him.

When he left, there was only one word that contained each thought in your head for a year: why?

Why did he leave? Why did he disappear? Why did he talk to Ned and not you?

And mostly, why did he do it?

With the absence of his explanation, you considered the why yourself: Peter dated you briefly after his horrendous break-up with Liz Allan after homecoming. He wasn’t completely over her, seeing as he stared at her locked until the end of the year, which was when he fully realized you were already his girlfriend.

So since he wasn’t entirely over her when you both got together, you thought this: he used you as a rebound.

He used you to get over Liz Allan. And if you were together for two and a half years, it either meant that he had another reason to stay, or it took him two and a half years to get over Liz-fucking-Allan.

Since then, you had a new question to ask him.

You took a sip of your beer.

remember what it felt like when you left me?

everything around me felt so lonely

and if you ask me if I ever cried

only when I looked into your eyes

“If looks could kill, Peter would have been dead the second he went here.”

Michelle stood beside you, elbows on the counter and leg tilted on the wall. You looked at her pithily, sucking your cheeks in before looking at the floor. “Trust me, if it did, I would actually be glad.”

“Morbid!” She snorted. “Have you guys talked yet?”

You shook your head. “No. But I am planning to. Just don’t know how. I mean – I do, but I don’t know how to talk to him without wanting to grab his hair and slam his head on the fucking wall.”

“You really solve things with violence, huh?”

“When you’ve been used, yeah.”

“(y/n), you’re not even sure if he used you.”

“Well, MJ, it seemed like he did,” you hissed, turning to face her. “It took him months to notice me. And I was already his fucking girlfriend. He dated me while he was still in love with Liz!"

For the first time, MJ had no rhetorical remark. Her eyes buffered, leaning back negligibly. With a sigh, she took a bottle of beer behind you, extracting the cap with her teeth before she spat it out onto the sink.

“Whatever his reason was, it was wrong for him to do that to you, (y/n),” she said. “But that doesn’t mean you should just assume what his intention really was. And come on, dude, it’s been two years. Move. On. ”

Move on.

From thinking too much about why he had left you, you completely forgot to move on from him.

You didn’t know exactly why you couldn’t move on, either – you loved him too much. Barely, the thought of moving on from him felt like a sin; it made you feel guilty.

What you felt with Peter, everything felt like tortuous finesse. He made you feel extraordinary. You were you with him, unashamedly you. Epiphanies after another – you knew he was it for you.

You loved him. You loved him too much that when he disappeared (with no explanation), you considered it was for a good reason.

But even then, you were fucking sad.

You remembered writing what you felt – writing it down on a piece of crumpled up paper, with your lachrymose tears staining the ink as it vociferously stained your masterpiece.

You wrote it. And you wanted to send it to him; you wanted to show it to people, how you felt when he left you, how you cried when you looked into his photographic eyes that laid upon the table beside your bed; how you felt when you think about him.

You wanted to show it to him. To let him know.

But he saw it. Peter saw it when he snuck inside your bedroom one time, eleven months into the breakup. You had been outside at that time, exploring the city when he snuck in and wanted to check up on you. He assumed you were asleep, but when the dearth of your body implied that you were out, he couldn’t help but scour.

Peter checked every drawer – he always esteemed how meticulous and pristine you were with your clothes, diverging the graphic from the striped. He had skimmed through the notes you took during classes and chuckled at the little drawings you made on the corner of the papers.

But his heart had shattered when a picture of the two of you rested upon the lamp on her desk, a folded piece of paper on the corner.

He read it. Peter marveled at your grandiloquence and your verisimilitude, but mostly he was admired by your brevity and honesty when it came to writing what you felt – even if what you wrote was about him, regardless of the topic.

Then he smacked himself in the head. Read it carefully, dumbass , he told himself. She’s obviously in pain and it’s obviously because of you. There’s no time for you to be fundamental about this! Also, there’s a fire on 12 th street.

You never found out that he knew.

you

you couldn’t imagine the sadness

that happens when you’re flying back home

there’s nowhere to hide

By three am, the only people left were you and Ned.

And Peter, but you didn’t know that yet.

Ned, being too drunk, passed out on his sofa. You took the liberation to clean up a bit to spare himself the difficulty of cleaning up while having a hangover. You picked up the empty chip bags and the red plastic cups, shoving them into the trash bag on your left hand.

When you heard the toilet flush your eyes immediately landed on Ned, who remained unconscious. Your eyes widened in panic until the door opened and revealed Peter wiping his hands on his thighs and a vexatious frown on his face.

Your jaw clenched.

When his eyes anchored on you, he froze on the spot. Peter probably looked like an idiot gazing at the shadow your eyelashes formed on your cheeks, or how your lips were pursed in nuisance at his arrival, or how pungent your jaw looked at the moment, or how your eyes remained hardened even as you cleansed up.

He cleared his throat, fingers fiddling with each other. Get a fucking grip. “Didn’t know you were still here.”

You let out a short huff. “Didn’t know you were still here.”

Peter pouted. “What does that mean?”

“Everyone left?” You glanced at him with a faint glare. “Obviously I thought you were with them.”

Subconsciously, his hand picked up the empty red cup on the counter and threw it into the bin. “Oh. I was in the bathroom.”

You didn’t answer. And you still didn’t answer when he began to clean up on his side, too.

But thirty minutes had passed and he couldn’t handle the tense sensation you gave out as you moved around quietly. He sighed, crumpling the plastic wrappers in his hand.

“(y/n),”

“What? ”

“Can we talk?”

You tied the trash bag before you threw it aside, making sure no contents were spilt. You washed your hands shortly before positioning them on your waist and looked at him severely. But you couldn’t keep your shrewd façade together, and initially, you gave in.

“Fine,” you said. “In his room.”

Peter nervously opened the door to his right, letting you walk in first before he followed shortly, closing the door behind him. The words on the tip of his tongue drove back to his head as he stared at you once more.

“Listen,” he began, standing just in front of the door while you stood by the window. “I – this isn’t the way that I planned to happen, but you’re here and I decided, why not do it now, right?”

“Do what now?”

“Explain.”

“Wow. After two years. Did Tony Stark finally let you go?”

“N-no – would you please look at me?” He took a step forward.

Your head snapped up, what he expected was tears in your eyes, but instead he saw a piercing glare. “Jesus, sorry if I couldn’t look at you. It’s not exactly easy to see the same person you still loved for the entirety of your life even after you'd been hurt by them.”

Peter’s back straightened and his hand slowly fell to his side as he stared at you in stupefaction, and you in incredulity. It was a blunder – you never meant to tell him what you presently felt, you were ever only meant to tell him that you fucking hated his guts and you hated the fact that even after two years, one simple glimpse at him fetched all the love back.

“You- you love me? Still?” He whispered.

You swallowed thickly, hand grasping the windowsill. “You misheard.”

Peter scoffed in sudden frustration. “Don’t bullshit me. Is it true?”

“Don’t bullshit me! ” You raised your voice, hand emphasizing the volume. “Don’t fucking ask me that, Peter, you knew damn well what you did to me, so don’t assume that I’ll still love you.”

“You just said it!”

“I’m in denial! ” You shouted. “Peter, you fucking left me. Do you know how hard it was? To always wonder why you left? Do you know how much I hated my mind for focusing on you and you only even after you left? Do – do you know how much I hated it when I kept on thinking about how you’re in the same college as your ex-girlfriend?”

when a stranger complains about who controls the light

it’s hard to stay focused

when roses are thirty thousand feet below sight

you never would notice

He kept quiet.

“Peter, it took you almost a fucking month to notice me after you took me out on a date,” you breathed out. “You always looked at Liz’s locker and you don’t know how much that made me overthink about our relationship. It made me overthink so much that when you left, I thought you used me.”

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed. “Used you?”

“Yeah, used me,” you sneered. “You weren’t over Liz when you dated me, right? So let me ask you a fucking question: did you stay because you loved me, or you stayed because you didn't want my pain to be in your conscience?”

“I stayed because I was selfishly in love with you. And I left because I wanted to keep loving you."

“That doesn’t make any sense!”

He was taken aback, running a hand down his face. “Listen, (y/n), I was over Liz when I was with you- ”

“Bullshit!” you repeated. “You stared at her locker for days, Peter. You kept looking at her pictures when I wasn’t around! You would talk about her to Ned when I wasn’t around!”

“Let me- let me explain.” He sighed in exasperation. “I hurt Liz. I made a huge mistake. His dad – I’m the reason why his dad’s still in prison, (y/n).” Peter took your hand in his so lightly that you didn’t even feel his rough skin against yours. “I’m…Spider-Man.”

It was your turn to stay quiet.

“(y/n), I hurt his dad, and I hurt her, not – not like in a romantic way, but- you know what I mean. And- and I’ve always liked you, okay? And when we started dating, God, was I happy. Every time I was with you, I forgot all my problems. I was so, so happy. I never wanted to leave you.”

“So why did you disappear?”

“Because you were in danger,” he whispered. “One of his people, they got out. And I got so scared that I hadn’t even bothered to figure out what their plan was before I left you. The only way I could protect you was for me to stay away. Even if I can't be with you, I can live through the fact that you're still alive for me to love.”

remember what it felt like when you left me

everything around me felt so lonely

and if you ask me if i ever cried

only when i look into your eyes

You stared at him, expression unreadable as you whispered, “You could have told me,”

“I know, angel, I know,” he reached out to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, placing his forehead against yours. “I know. I’m sorry. I love you, I’m sorry. You’re too important for me to lose. You make me whole, okay? You’re it for me, and I don’t want to lose you.”

You wanted to say something, other than the words I love you. You wanted to say something – anything. But when you felt his lips touch yours in the heat of the moment, tedious hearts beating erratically, you chose to remain quiet, letting him kiss you as if he didn’t just break your heart twice.

And it feels as if I was in the midst of the ocean, suffocating; incapable; isolated, besieged by the waters of sorrow and misery, and despair is the tidal wave that took over me, tumbling me down in the most incomprehensible might, drowning me amidst all the sentiments of melancholy; leaving me alone with the crisp trepidation and the irritable apathy of sadness.

Because sadness is wicked; a ruthless abnormality that torments your life. And I am the victim that helplessly quails beneath its inequity.

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mildkleptomaniac · 3 years ago

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crutches & casts — jj maybank x reader

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: “ ok so I recently broke my foot and it sucks :( so I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader breaks her foot and he takes her to the hospital and goes through the whole process like x-rays and getting crutches or having to get a cast and then when they get home jj is doing everything for the reader getting her food, making sure her foot is okay, and just being super sweet and caring for the reader!! ”

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: underage drinking, injury

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: this has been waiting in the drafts for so long, i apologize. i hope you’re all healed up and everything is going well! so sorry!

It’s never a dull moment being a part of the Pogues and Y/N learned that the hard way. The Pogues found themselves at the Boneyard, but a bit earlier in the day. Fellow teenagers gathered on the beach, dancing and drinking out of plastic red solo cups (Kie would never stop talking about how bad they were for the environment and how they’re far from being biodegradable). JJ sat on a log with his girlfriend tucked underneath his arm. Boisterous laughter surrounded the firepit.

John B was betting Pope a few bucks that he wouldn’t talk to the girl across the beach. John B attempting to convince one of his best friends that he had been stealing looks at him. Y/N and JJ were too caught up in the alcohol and listening to Kie passionately talk about the environment than to actually back John B upon his statement.

Within a few minutes, the party had an abrupt ending. The music got drowned out from the echoing sounds of police sirens in the distance and colorful flights reflecting off the sand. Teenagers scrammed for their lives, not wanting to get busted for underage drinking. JJ lifted his girlfriend off the log and dragged her across the beach to escape the police.

JJ pulled Y/N across the beach, dragging her in a swift motion and adrenaline pumping through their veins. As much as JJ cracked jokes that his future would end with him being locked behind bars, he hoped it would happen later than sooner.

The alcohol had already hit Y/N after two cups and she failed to have the same reflexes as her boyfriend after so many drinks. JJ guided her into the shrubbery, hopping over broken logs and dodging rocks in his path. Except, Y/N wasn’t following at his intense pace.

A sudden gasp and the sensation of Y/N’s hand leaving JJ’s caused him to take a sudden halt. He turned on his heel and his eyes landed on his girlfriend who sat on the dirt. She bit on her lower lip and her eyes clenched shut.

“Shit, Y/N--are you okay?” JJ asked, kneeling down beside his girlfriend. She shook her head and tried catching her breath from the aching sensation in her foot.

“I think you’re gonna need to steal the Twinkie and take me to the hospital.” She breathed.

“What about Cuz Ricky?” He asked, his eyes frantically looking around her body to see how badly she was injured. Y/N furrowed her brows.

“JJ, as much as I love your cousin--please just take me to the hospital.”

And so JJ did.

With several hours spent getting x-rayed and foot getting examined, the hospital concluded that Y/N broke her foot. Y/N left the hospital with JJ by her side, commenting how he would want to be the first person to sign her cast.

He thought of several options of what to put on her cast, whether it be his name, a chicken, some ramble scribble, or as a joke--his phone number. As if she didn’t have it already memorized. Instead, he doodled everything and anything he could think of on her cast. She didn’t mind; it was amusing to watch him randomly think of an idea and grab the closest sharpie to draw on her leg.

It also gave her a reason to admire him, how he chewed on the bottom of his lip when he was highly focused. Blonde strands of his hair would fall in his face, but she would run her hands through his hair to push it back. Occasionally, his blue eyes would flicker upwards at her,, and he would give her a soft smile, which led to butterflies erupting in her stomach.

JJ could take his girlfriend back home–or at least to the Chateau. He helped her hobble up the rickety stairs and laid her down on the couch, elevating her foot with a few pillows. She sighed at the relief of laying down in the comfort of her friend’s home. The two wondered where they went or if they got caught, but JJ and Y/N were confident they would find their way out of it.

“Do you think we can get something to eat? I’m pretty sure the only thing right now in my stomach is pure alcohol.” Y/N let out a light laugh,, and she turned her head to look at JJ, who was flipping through his girlfriend’s paperwork. (Not that he really understood what anything meant, but the thought was cute.)

“Yea, uh…PB&J?” He offered, knowing there wouldn’t be much food in the house.

She nodded her head, a soft smile on her face, “That’s perfect, Chef Maybank.”

“One PB&J is coming right up!” He searched through the fridge and began prepping her lunch. Through him making the sandwich, he kept asking her a bunch of questions: if she’s okay, if she needs anything, if she needs him to try to itch a spot on her foot with a random object around the house, or if she needed any medicine.

He brought the sandwich over to her, kissing the top of her forehead before handing her the plate. JJ sat on the floor beside his girl and watched her intently.

“Sorry for breaking your foot,” He pursed his lips.

“You didn’t break my foot, JJ. We were drunk and running through a bunch of logs. It’s not your fault.” She laughed.

“Maybe it’s just a sign you should step up to my level then.”

“Oh, yeah? Is that so?”

“Yea, I just think you aren’t as cool and talented as me when it comes from running away from the cops.” He shrugged his shoulder, a playful look glimmering in his eyes.

“Okay, friendly neighborhood trouble maker, keep decorating my cast or go run from more cops then.” She teased her boyfriend.

“You can be my sidekick and knock them out with your crutches; it’d be your iconic weapon and–”

“JJ?”

“Yea, babe?”

“You’re an idiot, but I love you.”

#jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #( jj maybank )#jj maybank x reader #outer banks imagine #obx imagines

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inactive-luv · 3 years ago

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Hunger: 1.7k words

cw: vampires, feeding, handjob, penetrative sex, unprotected sex

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Spencer Reid had now gone two days without a feed, kicking himself for not packing extra blood. He sat on the edge of his hotel bed, bouncing his leg in anxiety, his mouth twisted in starvation.

Aaron can see his painful expression before his face dips into his hands, not even trying to hide his discomfort. Hotch knew what Spencer was, he had to when he hired him, but he never truly understood what it was like.

He knew the basics, the science of it. And as a profiler, he could clearly understand what was wrong with him.

Hunger.

His hand goes to Spencer’s back, and he flinches before looking at his face and calming as he takes off his tie frantically.

“I ran out of blood.” He whispered, unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt. Aaron nods his head, thinking to himself before whispering,

“Can I help you?”

Spencer thinks he means diverting his mind or eating something from room service. He doesn’t know that Aaron’s asking him to feed from him.

“I don’t think you can do anything, Hotch,”

“I’ve had someone feed from me before, Spencer, I don’t think-”

“What?” He asks, his heart accelerating as he feels his fangs pop out. He shuts his mouth, trying to get them to retract, and Aaron can see the obvious embarrassment.

“Spencer, you look uncomfortable. I’m simply offering my help.” He nods his head and turns to him sheepishly, not wanting to show him his fangs before Aaron opens his mouth again.

“I want you to.”

Spencer opens his mouth to let out a sigh when he notices his fangs and looks up to Spencer again. There’s a brief moment where they’re both sat still on the edge of the bed before Spencer gets up from his seat and grabs his neck aggressively.

Hotch is taken aback at his sudden movement but leans into it when he feels the fangs dig in. The first bite’s intoxicating. His eyes flutter as he feels a heat expand throughout his entire body.

But almost as quickly as it starts Spencer back up,

“I’m sorry!” He practically yells out, covering his mouth, blood coating his fingers. “I- I took a lot!” There's a look of concern and worry on his face as Hotch adjusts his seating and grabs his neck, blood still pooling at the entrance of his wounds.

“You barely took any?” His tone slightly questioning, barely feeling the buzz that once engulfed his entire body with the first bite.

“Really? You’re not hurt?” Spencer didn’t want to be greedy. He didn’t want to hurt Hotch. Even if it meant only taking about an ounce, he wanted to make sure he hadn’t injured him.

“I’m alright, Spencer.”

The sound of his first name, the blood on his fingertips, and the sweat on his brow drove Spencer wild. He felt his stomach turn and fill with butterflies. When their eyes met, he had to turn away. He walked over to his bedside table, where he placed his watch and put it in the palm of his hand.

“I- I should check you for hypovolemic shock.”

Hotch almost interrupted before he spread his legs to let Spencer stand between them. He put his fingers on his neck again, gently searching for a pulse while he checked his watch to count his blood pressure.

While Spencer forced his eyes on his watch, Aaron’s couldn’t help but wander. With his shirt unbuttoned and his tie off, he could see the pink twinge on his chest. And when his eyes went lower, he saw his hips jerk, almost scared of where his eyes were.

Hotch glared up when Spencer turned his hips away, and Spencer looked straight into his face when he felt his hand on his thigh. Aaron bit his tongue, looking at Spencer’s mouth, the blood and flush of his skin making his lips look bright red.

Spencer’s hands fell slightly before Hotch raised himself to kiss him. Their lips colliding gently yet with enough passion for each of them to melt in the other’s hands.

His hands that traveled from his thighs to his face, gently cradling his innocence in the palm of his hands as Spencer’s eyes travel. The pale of his wrist in his eye line brushed with blue veins.

Veins that flooded with saccharine blood he could almost taste beyond his flesh. Aaron watched his eyes wander along his arms, his beating chest. His gaze almost searing through his body to his heart.

“How bad do you want it?” He whispered, drawing him back from his delusion to the space between them, engulfed in tension. He waved his wrist past his face as he whimpered.

His gaze full of pure passion as he stared at his arm, the taste of his blood barely on his tongue. "Aaron," He pleaded, his fangs visible under his puffed lips.

"Answer me." He growled in his ear as his palm flattened itself against his scalp and pulled at his long hair. "Ah!" He whined, feeling himself grow hungrier at the pain and the smell of his blood still lingering on his neck.

"Please, Aaron! Please!" He whimpered, lowering to his knees as Hotch pushed him down, his eager eyes staring into his. "God, you taste so good! I need you please!"

When Aaron lets go of his hair, Spencer can't stop himself from leaping onto his neck. Digging back into the bruises he'd left before, drinking desperately.

For a moment, all Hotch can feel is the harsh sting of his fangs before his vision blurs, and he feels the bliss of his blood rushing. Heat expanding over every ridge and ache in his body.

Spencer’s legs lift up to either side of Aaron’s, teeth still sunk into his hot flesh. Endorphins flood his head, and blood rushes to his cock, achingly hard already. Spencer leans deeper into his collarbone, Aaron’s thigh inadvertently rubbing against his bulge.

“Mmh!” He groans with a full mouth, the teeth retract, and he pulls back quickly. Hotch looks up at his face, his blood lining his mouth messily as Spencer licks his lips gluttonously.

He’s so fucking hot.

He leans in for a kiss, tasting himself on Spencer’s tongue before he pulls them down on the bed, his hips still straddled by his legs. Their bodies grinding hard as the space between them diminishes.

Spencer’s shirt flies off first, then he lifts himself to pull his pants down, his cock leaking and deep pink. Aaron pulls his down to his ankles, his shirt being ripped off by a hungry Spencer.

His fangs are retracted, but he still kisses all along Aaron’s neck. Feeling the veins pound, his rhythmic heart beat against his lips. His fingers coast along his vertebrae, making Spencer moan when he reached his tailbone.

His hand flies to his face, and Spencer’s quick to engulf his digits in his mouth, his tongue swirling around them.

Two fingers enter his aching hole, slick with his saliva and a little of Aaron’s blood. Scissoring inside of him, Spencer lets out a debouched moan, so pornographic Aaron’s cock twitches under his hips.

Spencer leans back to sit upright on Aaron's hips. He spits into his hand, bringing it down to his cock underneath him and jerking him slowly. "Fuck," He groans out as he guides his cock along Spencer's entrance.

Gently coasting his head inside of him, they both moan at the sensation. Aaron leans up to kiss him, both of them sitting up now. He feels around his mouth with his tongue, collecting the enticing flavor of him mixed with his own blood.

He feels his fangs clash against his teeth, a wave of ecstasy washing over him as he tastes the toxins on his tongue. He thrusts into him, abandoning his gentle action, hungry for release as Spencer clenched around him.

"God!" He moaned out, Spencer whining before Hotch's hand met his neck, squeezing hard, and he smiles.

One hand grasping at his wrist and the other collecting the blood smeared on his neck. Two fingers enter his mouth as his tongue swirls around his digits. Spencer gasps at every thrust into his tight body, barely feeling the pain of his girth inside of him with the taste of him still fueling his high.

Spencer feels himself get closer, Aaron noticing and taking his cock in his hand, jerking him quickly. “Ah! Ah! Ah! AH!” He whisper-screams as he comes into his hand, his other still wrapped around his throat.

His mouth turns to his arm as his grip loosens; he kisses along his wrist, then up his arms. All along his veins, Spencer peppers tiny marks of pink bites between his teeth.

Instantly they’re both turned around, Spencer on his back and Hotch right above him, his cock still buried deep inside of him. His thrusts are much more rapid now, causing Spencer to moan so loud in his ear Aaron feels his dick throb inside of him.

Spencer turns his head to let Hotch suck on his neck, the pain of his teeth making him whimper under his touch. His eye line is right against Aaron’s wrist.

He wants more.

He needs more.

He feels his fangs press against his gums, longing to drink again, but he keeps them at bay, the fear of taking too much, letting himself control his urges. But Aaron looks into his eager eyes, practically begging for more, and feels himself turn past his lightheadedness and nods his head.

Spencer immediately takes hold of his wrist and lets his fangs sink in for a final time; gently drinking a few ounces as he listens to Aaron’s quivering breaths, he stops himself. Watching him for changes in his vitals, but instead, he looks down at him and whispers in his ear.

“Spencer,” He feels his cock twitch, and Aaron’s hand travel to his stomach. His calloused hands grip tightly at the base of his cock, swaying up and down his shaft as he moans and whines.

“Oh! God, please! Please! Aaron!”

He releases inside of him, thrusting his seed deeper into him as Spencer nearly screams his name, “Aaron!”

...

thats where im ending it. its been days that this has crowded my drafts box; i hope yall enjoy :P

@ssa-noa @ssa-sarahsunshine @tobias-hankel @makaylajadewrites @willowrose99 @sparklinspence @brillianthijinx @katytheinspiredworkaholic

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flightlessangelwings · 4 years ago

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Hot and Cold

Comandante Veracruz x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY), crop use, oral (f receiving), ice play, light bondage, multiple orgasms, overstim, unprotected sex, dom!Veracruz, aftercare, dare I say soft!Veracruz, feelings?!

Notes: This is part 1 of my thank you gift for 2,000 followers so I hope y’all enjoy this and thank you for following me!!! This sat drafted and unfinished for like 2 months cause I could for the life of me figure out how to finish it, but it’s finally done and I’m so happy with the ending! I’m sorry too I know it’s been a minute since I wrote for my asshole husband and I definitely missed him! And taglists are always open so let me know if you want to be added!

It was always a nice change of pace for you to join Comandante Veracruz at camp while he was stationed in the jungle. You enjoyed the escape from the everyday stress of the city and lavished the natural beauty that surrounded you. Plus, you got to stay close with Veracruz, and you definitely felt safer when he was closeby. But the only downside was how hot and humid the jungle air was.

“V, it’s so hot,” you whined as you fanned yourself. The two of you were alone in his tent after a long day of drills with his men, and even though the sun had set, the heat didn’t dissipate at all.

“I think I can do something about that, cariño,” Veracruz growled as he pushed you back towards his desk. While he captured your lips in a chaste kiss, he grabbed hold of your hip with one arm while he reached behind you with the other to push all the papers off his desk.

You moaned into his mouth as he pushed you up onto the now empty desk and held onto his shoulders as his hands dipped below your shirt. He broke away just for a moment to remove it before he kissed you again. Veracruz bucked his hips against yours and you could feel that he was half hard already, and you whined in response.

Although he promised to help with the heat predicament, you found yourself getting hotter and hotter as the comandante stripped you of the rest of your clothes and laid you onto your back on the desk. He took his shirt off in a flash and stared down at your naked body splayed out for him. Veracruz let out a low groan as his eyes devoured your body, and you knew his mouth would soon devour you just as hungrily.

With just a pointed look to command you to keep still, Veracruz broke his gaze away from you to reach into his bag on the ground. You writhed a little, but kept still; you knew better than to go against him. Not that you ever wanted to anyway.

Veracruz reemerged into your line of sight with several pieces of rope in his hand, and you immediately clenched when you saw it. He smirked when he saw how you reacted and went to work to tie your limbs down to the legs of the table. First he started with your wrists and secured them tightly above your head on either side of you. You gripped the legs of the table as he tied you to it and let out a low moan when he gave it a firm tug to make sure it was secure. Then, Veracruz gave your legs the same treatment and tied them at the corners of the desk to force your legs to stay open for him.

You closed your eyes for a moment to take in the calm before whatever the comandante had planned for you. Closeby, you heard him rummage through his bag again but you didn’t open your eyes until you heard your name in his voice. And what he held in his hands this time was something you did not expect.

In his hands, Veracruz held a decent size leather crop. You involuntarily licked your lips as he rolled in in his hands. But then you had a more rational thought.

“How does this help with the heat, comandante?” you asked with a raised eyebrow and a playfulness in your tone.

“Patience, cariño,” he all but purred as he stepped close to you and stooped between your spread legs.

He traced the end of the crop over your body in a feather-light touch, which made you moan and whimper in anticipation. You knew when he was light with his touches that it was meant to tease you, and Veracruz was a master at it. He ran the crop up and down your body as he traced random patterns on your skin and you arched your body as much as you could into the touch.

When he reached your chin, Veracruz used the crop to tilt you up to meet his gaze and your breath caught in your throat when you saw the fiery look in his eyes. The two of you held still for a moment before he ran the crop back down your chest and traced lazy circles around your nipples. You moaned softly at the feeling of the leather against your sensitive skin.

Veracruz quickly turned harsher with his touches and gently slapped your breast with the crop. Your mouth fell open as you gasped and you threw your head back as he increased his intensity with every slap. He watched with an intense stare as your breast bounced with every hit and your nipple stood at full attention. Between your moans and how enticing you looked, he felt his cock twitch in his pants and Veracruz soon turned his attention to your other breast and gave it the same treatment.

You squirmed and moaned at the way he lavished your breasts with the crop, and it lulled you into a false sense of security. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let yourself fall into the sensations and how good it felt. But just as you felt yourself get comfortable in the way he touched you with the crop, Veracruz surprised you.

Without warning, the comandante whipped your pussy hard with the crop, which caused you to cry out loudly. He chuckled darkly as he rubbed the crop over your clit softly a few times before he slapped it down hard again. The action made you cry out even louder, and every time he alternated the touches, you got louder and louder.

After he slapped your clit a few times, Veracruz reached out with his hand and ran his fingers up and down your folds. You bucked your hips against his hand without thinking and you whimpered as he touched your overly sensitive cunt.

Veracruz growled as he thrust two fingers into you and swallowed hard when you cried out. He thrusted his fingers in and out of you a few times before he pulled out and slapped your clit with the crop again. The way you screamed made his cock strain in his pants.

“Look at you cariño,” he teased in a low groan, “Are you about to cum just from this?”

“V…” was all you managed as he slapped your clit three more times. After the third slap, you came with a moan of his name as your legs shook on either side of him.

Veracruz watched as you came apart just from the touch of the crop, and he was absolutely mesmerized by the way your pussy fluttered with your release. He licked his lips as you took deep breaths and came down from your high. But Veracruz wasn’t going to let you rest for long and he immediately dove into your dripping cunt and licked and sucked at you.

You screamed at the sudden feeling of his mouth on your pussy and strained against the ropes that pinned you down. Veracruz wrapped his arms around your thighs to keep you still as he continued his assault on your cunt with his tongue until you came again with another loud scream. Veracruz groaned into you as he sucked every last bit of orgasm as he possibly could from you before he broke away.

The sounds of heavy breaths from both of you filled the tent as you recovered from your back to back orgasms. Veracruz watched as your chest rose and fell and sweat lined your skin. That was when he was reminded of how hot you actually were and what his plan for you was. He leaned in and sucked a mark on your inner thigh, grinning into your skin as you squirmed.

“Wait here,” he told you in a rough voice as he broke away from you.

After a few more deep breaths, you replied, “I’m not going anywhere.” Two orgasms later and you still had a quick wit about you.

Veracruz smirked to himself in the shadows as he stripped off the rest of his clothes and reached into the small portable ice box in the corner of the tent. He felt your gaze on him but neither of you spoke a word as he reached into the box and grabbed an ice cube. You tensed in your restraints but allowed the comandante to go with whatever he had planned for you.

He settled himself at your side as he hovered the ice cube over your body. Even without the physical touch, your skin tingled in anticipation, and you knew that his actions were meant to tease. Veracruz moved the ice up and down your torso just out of reach of your skin a few times before he finally made contact with your skin.

You let out a gasp as you felt the sudden chill against your nipple and you squirmed in your binds. Chills ran across your body as Veracruz ran the ice across your breasts and circled around your nipples. And to add extra sensation, when he moved from one breast to the other, he blew gently on the first, which made you moan and sigh in response.

Between the already warm temperatures in the jungle and the way Veracruz heated your body up with the crop, the ice practically melted against our skin. It didn’t take long for the first cube to become small in the comandante’s hand, which left a puddle between your breasts where it all dripped. But that just gave Veracruz a new idea.

You said his name in a soft plea as you watched him grab two more ice cubes. This time, instead of tracing them along your skin, he dropped them on your stomach and just watched as you mewled at the feeling of the cold against your hot skin.

“Keep still, chiquitina,” he commanded with a fire in his eyes.

It was a challenge with the extreme contrast in temperatures, but you managed to keep yourself from squirming around. Veracruz licked his lips as he watched the cubes melt on your body, and before they were gone completely, he took one in his hand again. You watched with wide eyes as his hand moved down your body towards your core, and immediately you knew what he had planned.

Although you anticipated it, you still let out a loud cry at the actual feeling of the ice against your clit. You couldn’t help the way your hips bucked up in surprise, but a strong hand held you down. Veracruz rubbed the small ice cube along your folds a few times and savored every goosebump and moan that you let out.

Veracruz watched your face as he slowly pushed the ice cube inside your pussy. His cock twitched when you cried out even louder, but he kept his composure just to watch your every reaction. You arched your back and yanked against your restraints as you felt the rush of chill from within your heated body. It was agony and bliss all at once.

“Better, cariño?” Veracruz mocked from above you as he watched you attempt to adjust to the extreme temperature of the ice.

Your eyes fluttered open and you responded only with a pout. Under his intense gaze, you felt yourself drop the act and your face relaxed into a soft grin, “Better, comandante,” you spoke in a low whisper that made his cock twitch.

He let out a low growl and he knew that your words were meant to tease him. Without another word, Veracruz lined himself up at your entrance and slowly pushed himself in. You let out a loud moan at the intrusion to your overly sensitive pussy, but you didn’t use your safeword so he kept going. What Veracruz didn’t expect, however, was the feeling of the lingering cold from the ice he pushed into you.

A chill ran up his spine as his cock hit the cold within your heat, and the sensations drove him even more wild, “Fuck,” he groaned through gritted teeth as he fully sheathed himself inside you.

“V…” you panted as you strained against your binds.

Dark, lust-blown eyes bore into you as you arched your back and savored the feeling of how well he stretched you. The comandante leaned forward and untied your wrists, since he saw how much you strained against the rope and he didn’t want any marks that weren’t purposefully left by him.

When your wrists were free, you immediately wrapped your arms around your comandante and held onto him tightly as he started to thrust in and out of you. Your moans and cries of pleasure filled the tent as Veracruz soon picked up his pace. He held your waist just as tight as you held him, and he felt your legs on either side of him, still tied to the other end of the desk.

“V… I…” you gasped when you felt his hand rub at your clit and his cock hit that sweet spot inside you, “Gonna…”

Veracruz didn’t let you know how close he was already, but he felt the same buildup within him. Even before you spoke, he felt the way you clenched around his cock and he knew neither of you would last much longer, “Cum with me,” he growled your name in your ear as he fucked you even harder.

It didn’t take more than a few more pumps into your body for both of you to cum at the same time. Your scream drowned out his low groan as he spilled himself inside you and you came around him. Both of your bodies trembled with the overwhelming feelings as he rode out your climaxes with a few more hard thrusts until he collapsed down on top of you.

You kept your arms around Veracruz as he laid his body on top of yours. The tent was filled with the sound of heavy breaths from both of you as you stayed connected together on his desk. You closed your eyes as you savored the feeling of being completely engulfed by the comandante, both inside and out, and you placed a soft kiss to the side of his head.

With a grunt, Veracruz pushed himself upright as he slowly slid out of you. A whimper escaped your lips at the loss, which earned a look from him before he leaned down and untied your ankles. He held out his hand to you without a word, but he still had that familiar fierce look in his eyes. After a heavy exhale, you lifted yourself up off the desk and took his hand gladly.

Your legs were shakier than you expected, and you wobbled on your feet as you tried to hold yourself upright. But, Veracruz wouldn’t let you fall, and he quickly wrapped his arm around you before he led you over to his cot and laid you down. He gave you a quick look that told you to stay still, although you both knew you wouldn’t go anywhere even if you had the strength to walk.

Before long, Veracruz reappeared next to you with a damp cloth in his hand. You shivered and squealed slightly in surprise at the sudden cold against your hot skin. Throughout everything, you hadn’t realized how much you started to sweat, and your skin felt even hotter after being fucked so well by your comandante. You stayed silent for a minute as you watched him clean you up and attempt to cool you off, but you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips.

“What’s so funny?” Veracruz’s gaze pointed right at you.

You covered your mouth to hide your grin, “You could have just done this, V.”

“I could,” he rolled his eyes at you, “But it wouldn’t be as much fun.”

The rare playfulness in his voice made your heart skip a beat, but you forced yourself to remain calm on the outside, “You’re right,” you said with a dreamy sigh.

Veracruz didn’t respond as he tossed the used cloth to the other side of the tent. Without even thinking, you reached out and grabbed his arm and pulled him in to lay next to you on the cot. Veracruz was caught off guard, but he allowed it and let you guide him down next to you. Immediately, you nuzzled yourself against him and maneuvered his arm around your body. The sound of his heartbeat against your ear lulled you and you quickly felt the grip of sleep start to take you over.

As you fell asleep, you mumbled something incoherent before Veracruz understood your words, “I know you’re dangerous, but you’ve always made me feel safe, V,” your voice became more hushed and slurred as sleep started to take you, “Being in your arms is just…” you let out a heavy contented sigh, “I…”

Veracruz listened in silence as you rambled until you passed out in his arms. He kept his gaze pointed as he wondered what your thought was that you left unfinished, but he also didn’t let himself dwell on it. The comandante couldn’t deny how much he secretly craved the feeling of you in his arms at the end of the day, but that was a thought he kept locked away and to himself.

After he watched you sleep for some time, Veracruz leaned down and kissed the top of your head, “Rest, cariño.” He gave you a tight squeeze as he spoke, but they weren’t the words he meant to say. Those would remain unspoken.

#comandante veracruz x reader #comandante veracruz #comandante veracruz imagine #comandante veracruz x you #Burn Notice The Fall of Sam Axe #veracruz x reader #Veracruz #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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twordytings · 4 years ago

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Special Soldier

(Bucky x Reader)

Summary: Bucky has always been one to push limits. Unfortunately for this time, you’re the victim.

Word Count: 1,019

A/N: I feel like the timeline is off with this so let’s just pretend endgame never happened cuz thats what we all want to do anyways T-T this had been in my drafts for a while so I wanted to finally complete it! Enjoyyyyyy

Saturday mornings were your absolute favorite. Probably because you had the whole rest of the day to do whatever you wanted, and the day after. It gave you such a nostalgic feeling.

“Mornin’ bug.” Bucky said as he hugged you from behind as you were making yourself some iced coffee. You loved your brother Steve, there was no doubt about that, but ever since Bucky joined the team, you had grown a liking towards him in specific. You both had the strongest relationship there was, even Steve grew jealous at times.

“Morning.” You said with a yawn.

“Still tired?”

“Yeah. I was up late doing work so I wouldn’t have any over the weekend.”

“No wonder all you drink is coffee.” Bucky said in a mocking tone. You scoffed and playfully slapped his arm. “Hehey!”

“I happen to like my daily cup of iced coffee thank you very much.” You said pridefully. “At least I’m not a loser who drinks tea in the morning...” You said as you eyed the cup of tea he had in his hand.

“Ok you did not just call me a loser.”

“Welp. Guess I did.” You said walking away, but not before coughing “loser” into your elbow. Bucky smiled and shook his head, setting his cup of tea down only to walk right after you and scoop you up, taking the coffee out of your hands to put it on the counter.

“Nooooo! Buck put me downnnn!” You pleaded as you kicked your legs out in an attempt to escape.

“Remember what me and the team used to do when you were little and kept being snarky? Hm?” You knew exactly what he was talking about.

“OH HELL NO! NONONO!” You said, kicking your legs even harder since that was all you could do.

“Oh c’mon you used to love it when you were little!”

“Not anymore! Buck, it is way too early for this...” You said tiredly, hoping he would let up.

“Fine...” He put you down. “you better watch your back though, ‘cause I won’t be so easy on you next time...” He said walking away, pointing two of his fingers at his eyes and then back at you.

“Yeah yeah whatever.” You probably should’ve marked his words a little better.

———

Later that day at about 7:30PM, the team were all sat in the living room for movie night

“Nope. You’re not getting away this time...” Bucky said menacingly as he held you in a bear hug on the couch. You were messing around with each other and you ended up throwing popcorn at his face. It probably wasn’t the best idea considering what he had told you earlier that day.

“Buck I’m sorry I’m really really really sorry just please let me goHOHOHOHO NOOOO!” Before you could finish your pleas for mercy, he began pinching your ribs, making your voice go up about ten octaves. The team started to collectively chuckle at your predicament, considering not having seen you like this in a while. They used to tickle you all the time when you were younger, but you started to grow out of it, so they slowly laid off. Bucky, on the other hand, was in the mood for the opposite.

“Sorry bug but I told you I’d get you next time...” he said, bringing his arm up above his head and forming a claw with his hand. You looked at his hand, taking as many breaths as you could before your untimely demise. It was game over for you.

“Please don’t.” you tried saying innocently, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could possibly muster up.

“Awww so cute. I’m still gonna do it though,” he said simply, bringing his claw straight back down, and violently shaking it into your belly, while bringing his other hand up to do the same to you ribs.

“GUHUHUYS A LIHITTLE HEHEHELP HEHEHEHEHERE!” you cried, but you had a feeling no one was going to help you; not when they were witnessing what, to them, was the most adorable sight to see. They mentally cooed at you, not wanting to look away or disrupt what was happening before them.

“Betcha thought they were gonna help you, huh? It’s just you n’ me kiddo...,” he said, followed by an evil laugh through gritted teeth. He then switched to creeping his arms inside of your shirt, which made everything twenty times worse. The feeling of his cold metal arm - and his real one, of course - wiggling and clawing at your ribs and stomach was the most unbearable thing imaginable. All you could do was kick your legs and squirm around, but that was no match for the super soldier you were currently trapped by.

“THIS ISN’T FAHAHAHAHAIR!”

“What? The fact that you threw popcorn at my face or that your too ticklish for your own good? I think it’s both if we’re being honest-”

“SHUT UHUHUHUP!”

“Okay you’re pretty much asking for it at this point y/n. Get her armpits Buck.” Tony chimed.

“WHAT? NONONONONO!”

“Yesyesyesyesyessss!” Bucky mocked, pulling your arms with ease as he shoved his hands into the hollows of your underarms. You had practically melted into a puddle at this point, not being able to move or make any sound with how intense his tickling was.

“I think she gets the point bud. Release.” Steve said; you’d thank him for that later.

“Oh fine.” Bucky relented as he adjusted your shirt to its correct position. “You okay butterfly?” he said compassionately. You couldn’t help but smile at that, and he knew it too. Usually he would use nicknames along the lines of bug, or stinker, but every once in a while he would call you butterfly, and you loved it.

Bucky pulled you up into a hug, rubbing your shoulder to calm your nerves after the torture you’d just endured.

“You still suck,” you quipped, not wanting to let him off too easily.

“Oh please. You love me,” he said with a chuckle. You simply hummed in response, slowly drifting to sleep, the movie nothing but background noise.

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badassbuchanan · 4 years ago

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After Hours - Part 2

Warnings: smut; swearing, handjob, pussy rubbing, unprotected sex, rough, dirty talk, choking, hair pulling, jealously, mentions of daddy kink, angst.

Word Count: 4522

Part 1

A/N: just want to say a big thank you to every single one of you for all the support and love - it honestly makes my day when I read your lovely comments about how much you enjoy reading these! x

I skipped down the classily decorated corridor in my 5 inch Jimmy Choos, hugging a stack of files close to my body.

I could see Ransom, sitting on his PA’s desk as the two of them flirted like no one was watching through the completely transparent wall made of glass.

I flicked my hair over my shoulder before grabbing the icy cold metal handle. Ransom immediately arose from his position after his head had turned to watch me walk through the door.

He stared for a moment too long, admiring the way my shorter-than-usual skirt sat on my hips. I would never in a million years have worn something this short to work, but Y/F/N had begged me to meet her at a bar straight after work and it was already quarter to 5.

I watched his hands dig into the pockets of his jeans before I turned my attention to his irritated looking personal assistant. Something about seeing him flirt with someone else after what we’d done last week in his office ignited a fire of jealously inside of me which I couldn’t explain.

“Miss Y/L/N.” Ransom fronted professionally, a slight smirk playing on his lips as his eyes travelled slowly up and down my body.

“Y/N, you don’t have an appointment booked and Mr Drysdale was just about to leave for the day.” Julie snapped, causing me to bite the inside of my cheek with annoyance. She was obviously upset that I’d interrupted their flirting.

“Well then I’ll make an appointment for tomorrow.” I smiled sarcastically, feeling Ransom’s gaze continue to burn into me as I walked over to her desk.

“No need,” Ransom interrupted with a slight cough, his fingers absentmindedly tracing a pattern on the corner of the desk. “I’m free now.”

“Good,” I tried to stay professional, but my heart skipped a beat as I looked up into his piercing blue eyes. “Now works for me.”

Ransom spun on his heels to follow me as I silently made my way through the big wooden door of his office.

I heard the door shut after him as I immediately spread the files over his desk, organising them the best I could.

“It’s only Thursday, Y/N.” Ransom mumbled in a husky voice from behind me. I smiled shyly, moving my head slightly to the side as he came towards me. “I thought you said you wouldn’t have them finished until tomorrow.”

“No, Mr Drysdale-“

“Ransom.” He cut me off, reminding me of his preferred name.

“Ransom.” I corrected myself, tapping my fingers into the edge of the desk. “I said I’d have them done by Friday. But I like to impress, so I finished them a day early.”

“Well, I’m impressed.” Ransom’s hot breath against my ear made me jump slightly as his body pressed against my back. The feeling I’d missed so much. The feeling I’d touched myself at the thought of every night.

Since Ransom had fucked me in his office, something had switched inside of me. It was like he’d awoke some kind of need that wasn’t there before. A need that only he could satisfy.

“You haven’t even looked inside yet.” The playful remark left my lips as I made a show of leaning over his desk to reach for a pen, my ass grinding backward into his crotch testingly.

Ransom’s hands immediately flew up to squeeze my hips, a slight grunt escaping his mouth. I felt my pussy start to ache as his hardening cock rubbed against my ass.

“Why don’t you show me then.” Ransom breathed out shakily, unexpectedly walking around to stand more beside than behind me. His left hand rested on the table to steady him.

“Well, I used all of the original drafts you gave me to collate these more interesting plots.” I spoke professionally, picking up one of the manilla files I’d prepared to prove my point.

Ransom’s eyes scanned the documents after grabbing it from my hand, nodding interestedly as his brows furrowed with concentration.

“I think you’ll find these more interesting because-“ I gasped softly, feeling his right hand slide under my skirt from behind as he pushed between my legs and started to rub my pussy over my panties.

I bit my lip, closing my eyes as I tried to reclaim my balance. I immediately felt my pussy dripping in arousal at the hard massage his fingers were providing.

Ransom acted like nothing was happening, pushing his fingers harder against my pussy in circles as he watched me with a straight face. “Because what?”

“Well, because. I - Um.” I stumbled over my words, gasping in pleasure as the dampness of my panties started spreading down to his fingers. “Because I found a way to incorporate a fresh take on storytelling with the classic ‘whodunnit’ style of authors such as Agatha Christie.”

“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow cockily, pushing his body against my side as he watched me lose control. “How so?”

“The - the um.” I breathed our shakily, letting the file drop on to the table as I steadied myself on my hands. Ransom pushed his fingers against my panties harder, the sound of my wetness filling the room as he moved his hand in circular motions. “the paragraphs I’ve highlited in pink apply the fundamental basics of a good mystery novel. If we incorporate those with the modern day and even futuristic elements highlighted in green, we get something unique that people can really get behind.” I finished the sentence seconds before a loud moan escapes my lips from the pleasure.

“Speaking of which,” Ransom smirked, turning his body to lean his ass against the desk before adjusting me so I was standing directly in front of him. He pulled me forward so that I straddled him, my front rubbing against his crotch as he continued massaging my pussy from behind. “Try not to be too loud, okay?”

I felt his warm breath against my skin, his lips millimetres away from mine as I reached my hand up to cup his face. “Ransom.” I whimpered his name, admiring him through hooded eyes.

“That’s it,” Ransom grunted out in encouragement, his throbbing cock nudging against my clit through his pants. “Cum all over my fingers, baby.”

The pet name drove me wild. Last time this happened, not a single word was exchanged. But now, Ransom was all mouth. and fingers. And it was making me horny.

I moaned his name again, my lips nudged against his as I bucked my hips. My fingers dug into the back of his head, clinging on to him desperately as I lost control, feeling my orgasm already taking over.

“Shhh, good girl.” He whispered as I rode his fingers, trying to recover from my euphoric high. “Did that make you feel good? My hand rubbing that little pussy of yours?”

His dirty mouth was only making me wetter and more desperate for him. “Yes, Oh. Yes.” I whimpered my response as he continued rubbing my sensitive pussy. My eyes closed in pleasure as I held onto his tightly, my head dropping forward weakly.

“Look at you,” Ransom chuckled deviously, amused as I withered against him at the overstimulation. “So responsive.”

I reached my hand that wasn’t in his hair down to press against his bulge, gasping at the wetness covering his crotch. Both of our eyes were drawn to where my hand was on him.

Ransom smirked, scoffing at the sight before leaning forward to gently nudge my lips with his. “You made a bit of a mess.”

“I’m sorry Ransom, you just made me so wet.” I whimpered submissively, finding myself wanting to give him everything before he even asked. I felt weak and small and reliant on Ransom to look after me.

“Don’t ever apologise for how horny you are, not to me.” Ransom lifted his hand that was on my panties up to trace my lips with his thumb.

I obediently parted my lips, Ransom’s eyes darkened with desire as he gently pressed the pad of his thumb against my tongue.

I kept my eyes focused on his, moving my hand up to hold his wrist as I suck on his thumb. I let my tongue swirl around his digit as though it was his cock, something that in the moment connected us in a way that neither of us understood.

Ransom’s jaw clenched as he watched me sloppily soak his thumb with my spit, some of it dripping out of my mouth on to my lips.

“Listen to me,” Ransom caught my attention with his words, causing me to loosen my suction on his thumb. He took it from my mouth, running it carelessly over my lower stomach before hooking it into my slightly exposed panties from where my skirt had ridden up. “I’m gunna shove my cock in you, okay? You took it so well for me last time.”

I nodded a response with a whimper before looking down at where his thumb was pressing circles against my throbbing clit, still sensitive from my orgasm. Ransom’s eyes fixated on it too, a smirk on his face as he watched me submitting to him.

I grabbed hold of his strong bicep with one hand to balance myself, feeling my legs begin to wobble as a dirty thought crossed my mind. “Bend me over your desk.”

Ransom smirked, both shocked and impressed by my request. “That how you like it, hm?” He licked his lips teasingly, running his spare hand down my bare thigh.

“I want you to fuck me really hard, Ransom.” I whispered innocently, looking up into his ocean blue eyes, unknowingly playing right into his deepest fantasies. He rubbed my clit so hard my body was moving with each circle of his thumb. “I want to feel your fingers around my throat.”

Ransom grunted in frustration, keeping eye contact with me as I spoke. Atta girl, tell me what you want.” He moved his hand from my thigh to his pants, skilfully undoing his the buckle of his leather belt.

Once he’d managed to unzip his trousers, Ransom shoved his hand down his pants, tugging his cock out to fuck it with his hand.

“I want to be naked when you fuck me.” I whispered against his lips seductively, moving my hands up to unbutton my blouse. “I want you to hurt me.”

Ransom groaned with his eyebrows furrowed, pumping his cock in his hand as his jaw went slack. Ransom’s hand stopped rubbing my clit and tugged on the soft material of my blouse, his eyes dropping to admire my boobs covered by a baby pink lacy bralette.

“Fuck,” Ransom whispered huskily as I let my shirt pool around my elbows before dropping it to the ground. He suddenly grabbed my neck roughly, catching me by surprise as he tugged me toward his face. “You look so pretty for me, baby.” He groaned, resting his face in my neck as he leaves sloppy kisses on my skin.

I whimpered at the feeling of his hot lips on my body, wrapping my arms around his neck to bring him closer as I straddled him. I tilted my neck to give him more access, his hand squeezing around my throat softly.

Frustrated with my pussy still not being fucked with his cock, I decided to slide my hands down his chest before moving them back up underneath the thick material of his knitted sweater. I looked down, a satisfied smile on my lips as I ran my hand over his toned chest. “You’re so muscly.” I hummed sweetly, tracing my fingers over his abs.

Ransom stopped kissing my neck and let go of his cock for a moment, leaning back to lift his sweater over his head. He looked back at me as he smiled. “Don’t stare for too long, I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

I giggled softly, somehow a sweet moment shared in the middle of us fucking. I looked up into his blue eyes, shining brightly in the low glow of the office. My heart skipped a beat as he smiled back at me.

Without giving it a second thought I leaned in and pressed my lips against his, Immediately retreating after realising what I’d just done. “Shit, I’m sorry. I just got c-“

“It’s fine.” Ransom chuckled and cupped my cheek, pulling me back in for another kiss.

His lips were somehow soft and rough at the same time. Ransom’s breathing slowed as we kissed, his hand moving to my lower back to pull my body closer.

I whimpered softly as our bodies met, my clit rubbing against his cock. I parted my lips slowly, which gave Ransom the opportunity to deepen the kiss as I wrapped my arms back around his neck.

My boobs rubbed against his exposed chest as he slid his hand under my ridden up skirt, squeezing my ass cheek in his palm.

“You still want me to bend you over the desk?” Ransom whispered against my lips as I rolled my hips to connect with his cock again, wetting his tip in my arousal. “Or we could go back to mine and-“

“No,” I quickly jumped in, cupping his sharp jaw with my small hand as I looked helplessly into his eyes. “I want you to fuck me now, Ransom. I need you right now. Please.”

My other hand wasted no time moving between us as I take his big cock in my hand, tracing his length with my fingers as he gasped softly. “It’s okay, you’re okay, I’m right here.” Ransom groaned, licking his lips as he hooked his fingers into my drenched panties.

I started pumping his cock in my hand as my panties hit the floor, desperately clenching around nothing as I waited in agony for his dick to be inside me.

“Fuck.” Ransom grunted as his jaw clenched, losing himself in the feeling of my hand jerking him off.

“You’re so big.” I hummed sweetly, looking down to where my hand was on him. Ransom’s hands moved up my bare back and skilfully unhooked my bra.

“Can you take it, baby? Hm?” Ransom growled in frustration as I squeezed my hand around him. My other hand gripped the flesh of his shoulder for balance, not taking my eyes off of his throbbing member. “Can that sweet little pussy take my cock?”

“Mmh.” I nodded my response and licked my lips, taking my hands off of him to let my bra drop to the floor.

A split second was all Ransom needed to stand up, yank me forward between him and the desk and press himself against my back. His fingers expertly slid my skirt down my thighs until it hit the ground, leaving me completely naked apart from my heels.

“Is this what you imagined?” Ransom whispered in my ear as his exposed chest pressed against my bare back, causing a shiver to ripple through my body. His arm hooked around my tummy as his fingers started rubbing my sensitive clit. “When you touched yourself at night. Is this what was running through that pretty little mind of yours?”

“Yes.” I gasped out a response, pressing my ass against his cock as the front of my thighs pressed against his wooden desk.

“Me too.” He admitted as he pushed me down to bend over his desk, his body staying flush against my back as he started rubbing hard circles on my clit.

“Oh fuck.” I cried softly as my face screwed up in pleasure, bucking my hips at the feeling of his fingers on my sensitive nub. His cock pushed its way between my ass cheeks, desperate to find its way into my aching pussy.

Ransom’s breathing hitched as the tip of his cock came into contact with my pussy lips. “So soft.” He whispered breathlessly, removing his hand from my clit as he stood up straight behind me. “So warm.”

I spread my legs a little more, eager for his big cock to fuck me. “Please Ransom.” I whimpered like a slut for him, parting my lips as I turned to look over my shoulder at him. “I need to feel your cock stretching out my tight little pussy.”

Ransom took hold of his cock, looking deep into my eyes as he lined himself up with my entrance before pushing himself deep inside.

I let out a loud cry, arching my back to push my ass closer to him as my head fell to the desk.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” Ransom grunted, both hands on my hips as he pulls almost fully out before slamming back in to fill me. “You like the way it hurts when my cock stretches you out?”

With every thrust I started to get more desperate, already overstimulated by the attention his fingers. “Yes.” I whispered breathlessly.

Ransom’s hand suddenly grabbed at my hair, tugging my head back towards him roughly. I cried out, closing my eyes at the pleasure.

“Louder.” He growled, fucking into me quickly with sharp jolts of his hips. He wrapped my hair around his fist, pulling so hard that my torso rose from the table.

I moaned loudly as I rested my palms against the wood to try and balance myself as my pussy clenched around his thick cock. Sounds of us fucking filled the air as I felt myself coming to my high once more.

“Fucking take it.” Ransom grunted aggressively, thrusting his hips with all his strength as he fucked me. “Take my cock like a good slut for me, baby.”

Daddy. Daddy was the one word that ran through my mind as he pounded into me. I’d heard people use the word before. I’d watched porn, I’d read smut where they used the word. But I’d never said it before, I’d never felt it before.

“Yes-“ I gasped softly to stop myself from saying it out loud, frightened of how Ransom would react. I didn’t want this to stop. It felt too good.

“Shit, I’m gunna cum.” Ransom moaned, taking his hand off of my hip as he tugged me up by my hair to rest my back against his chest.

“Ransom.” I moaned in response, his tip nudging against my g-spot with the new angle he was fucking me from. My legs started to shake as his fingers moved from my hair to wrap around my throat, squeezing with enough pressure to have me seeing stars.

“You gunna cum for me?” He growled from behind me, his balls slapping against my skin as he thrusted faster, chasing his high. “You gunna drench my cock with your cum?”

“Yes, Ransom, oh fu-“ I cried through choked breaths, wave after wave of orgasm hitting me as I frantically bucked my hips back against him.

Ransom grunted in my ear at the feeling of my pussy pulsing around him, his hand getting a little tighter around my throat to keep my head from falling forward.

“That’s it baby,” He soothes me through my orgasm, his voice a little sweeter than usual as I tried to recover. He continued thrusting mercilessly into me as his cock throbbed inside me. “That’s it.”

“Ransom,” I whimpered, turning my head to the side again as I felt my boobs bounce with every deep thrust of his cock. “I need your cum.”

“Yeah? You want my cum filling this sweet little pussy?” He moaned, clenching his jaw as tingles of pleasure rushed through his body. ��You want to feel it flooding inside you?”

“Yes.” I cried out desperately, lifting my hand to hold onto his wrist as his fingers tightened around my throat, making it hard of me to breathe.

Ransom growled huskily as I felt his seed spilling into my wet hole. His fingers left marks on the side of my neck as he continued to thrust in and out, riding out his orgasm.

“Oh fuck.” He moaned euphorically, letting go of my throat before pushing my chest back down against the wooden desk.

I whimpered softly, feeling his cum filling my pussy as he rammed his cock deep inside me. His hands moved to my hips, pulling my ass back against him with more force as he stayed fully sheathed in my wetness.

“I’m still cumming.” He grunted, painting my walls with his cum as I started to fill it spilling out of me and running down the inside my thighs.

We both stayed there for a moment to steady our breathing before Ransom finally pulled out slowly. “Shit.” He whispered shakily as he admired the mix of our juices dripping out of my pussy.

Ransom took a step back, moving away to grab a few tissues from his coffee table. I stood up straight, turning around as he held one out to me as an offer.

Neither of us were in a rush to leave one another, but we didn’t know what else to do except get dressed.

We cleaned ourselves up and discarded the used tissues in the bin next to his desk. Ransom tucked his cock away as I shimmied my panties and skirt back up my weak legs.

We moved about in silence, the same silence as the first time we’d fucked. It was only once I’d finished buttoning my blouse back up and was trying to make my hair look presentable that he spoke.

“Come home with me, tonight.” Ransom’s eyes were focused on the back of my head as he re-buckled his belt.

I smoothed over my skirt, suddenly reminded of why I had it on in the first place. “I can’t.” I responded disappointedly, if it was any other night, I would’ve gone with him in a heartbeat. But I couldn’t cancel on Y/F/N with such little notice. She’d ask questions. Questions that I wouldn’t want to answer.

Ransom face dropped noticeably as I turned to face him. His eyebrow cocked in curiosity as he walked towards where I was, now leaning against his desk. “How come?”

“I- I’m..busy.” I managed to make the words escape my throat, intimidated as Ransom moved to stand right in front of me, pushing the sleeves of his cable knit jumper up to his elbows. I hated how turned on I felt at the sight.

“Busy?” He frowned curiously, eyes squinting as his fingers delicately traced over the exposed flesh of my thigh. I flinched at how he oozed dominance, trying to think of the right way to explain my evening plans but the silence seemed to tell all.

“Oh.” Ransom’s hand came to a sudden halt, leaving my leg feeling cold as his hand lifted off of my skin. His head dropped down to avoid my eyes, he now understood why I’d dressed different today. And his heart sunk as he realised it wasn’t for him.

“Come on Ransom,” I chuckled softly, trying to lighten the awkwardness and make him feel better as I adjusted myself to stand up straighter. Ransom coughed abruptly, turning his head to the side. “I’m sure one of your other girls would love to keep you company tonight.”

“Other girls?” Ransom’s head snapped back to me immediately with a deadly look on his face. His blue eyes stared deep into mine, making me nervous as I fidgeted slightly. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” His hands came to rest on his hips, his lips slightly parted in shock.

“Nothing, I-“

“So that’s what you think of me?” Ransom scoffed with a shake of his head, physically stepping away from me. “Just think I’m some kind of self-consumed womaniser who can’t keep his cock in his pants? Fuck me, it’s all over the media so it must be true. The disappointing heir of Harlan Thrombey who likes to enjoy himself, he must be off the fucking rails, unfit to run the family business. Do you think I just have a list of girls saved in my phone that I rotate through like some kind of fucking roulette wheel? Doesn’t matter if they have plans, or a boyfriend, I’m Hugh fucking Drysdale! I know they’ll come running so I use them just to dump my fucking cum into. God forbid I actually have a heart or life aspirations that don’t involve getting drunk, snorting coke or having a different girl in my bed every fucking night!” He was screaming his words by the end.

“No. Ransom, I didn’t mean-“ I tried to make him stop for a moment to explain what I meant. But he was so worked up. So heated, fury coursing through his body as his blood boiled from my accusation.

Ransom ran one of his hands through his hair, his eyebrows deeply furrowed as I noticed his stomach expand with his heavy breaths.

“Ransom, please. I-“

“Just go.” He stepped further away from me as his face dropped sternly, clearing the path between me and the door.

I stood there, heartbroken at the thought of upsetting him, terrified of the fact that he was my boss. I’d never seen him this angry before. He had a point though. I didn’t know much about him apart from what I saw in the media. It was hard to ignore when they were constantly posting photos of him in compromising situations. Ransom was still new to the company, most of the time he’d been here he’d been stuck in his office attending conference calls with business partners or reviewing drafts. None of us knew much about Ransom personally. So we’d filled in the blanks with what the press told us he was.

“I said get the fuck out!” Ransom yelled in frustration, his muscles flexing as he picked up a glass from his desk, sending it smashing against the wall.

I flinched, terrified at the sudden sound, jolting upright and bolting toward the door without a moments hesitation.

I heard another crash from inside the room as the heavy wooden door shut behind me. My heart raced as I hurried my way through the reception area, thanking my lucky stars that everyone had already gone home for the day.

I stood by the lift, still in shock as I waited impatiently for the doors to open. I grabbed my phone from my purse, rolling my eyes as I remembered the double date that was about to take place. At least it would take my mind off of Ransom and the fact that I was probably going to get fired tomorrow. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut, I should never have let myself get involved with him. I knew I’d end up ruining it. It was too good to be true.

Ransom sighed as he slumped down onto his leather office sofa after grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the liquor cabinet. He held his head in his hand, untwisting the cap off the bottle with his teeth before spitting it out carelessly. There was no need for a glass tonight, which was lucky for him, considering his favourite one was in a thousand pieces on the floor.

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fandomlit · 4 years ago

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not monsters (remus lupin x reader)

summary after suspecting and confirming that you’re a vampire, remus forms a relationship with you that he can’t find in anyone else. the inhuman kind.

a/n i’ve had this in my drafts for a while but god i love this man

gif cred belongs to @ofallingstar

remus knew you were a vampire within the first few interactions between the two of you. he immediately sensed something different about you, but not in the way he was. similar, but not wolfish.

he noticed how you were always layered up, new scars littering your body almost as often as his.

he took into account that you did participate in outdoor classes, but you did seem to always scurry inside directly after. at first he assumed it was to beat the hallway rush, but you always ended up arriving at classes when he did. he found that peculiar.

and then there was the smell.

normally, his wolfish senses were never heightened enough to smell blood, but that aroma was strong in your presence. and it never was the same. he wondered if you had a medical condition that required blood to be frequently donated to you? it would make sense, given how often you missed classes to go to madam pomfrey. but remus was never quite sure.

that was, until a full moon in october.

it was a difficult one for him. he had escaped the shrieking shack somehow, and was now far from his friends. his body was going in and out of his wolf form; something within the night was off, and he was reacting to it. he finally collapsed under a tree in the forest for a moment of relief when he heard shuffling near him. feeling his body already start to tense and fall back into his wolf form, his head shot up to see what had caused the noise.

“remus?”

all aches in his body were ignored as he realized it was you. he suddenly wanted to run, but there was no use avoiding it now. he was sure you would know why he was out there.

“y/n? what are you doing?” he grunted out, his voice almost animalistic as he attempted to lift himself from the ground.

you stepped back. “hey, don’t come any closer.”

remus sighed, guilt settling in his chest. “i don’t mean to hurt you. you should go before i morph back.”

“no, remus,” you sighed. “im not scared of you.” you stepped back again as he finally stood straight, furrowing his brow at you. he finally caught a clear look at you through the moonlight. he saw the bright red drying down your chin and neck just before he doubled over in another fit of pain. you resisted the urge to lurch forward and help him.

“vampire,” was all he managed, his voice strained.

“yeah,” you said quietly. he let out a loud grunt again and his skin began to crawl. before he could warn you, the wolfish version of himself stared dead into your eyes. “goodbye, remus.” he saw you twirl, forming into a bat before his eyes and speeding away.

he didn’t remember much else of that dreadful night. and neither of you spoke on it again. but it did bring you closer together.

“hey,” you greeted when remus entered the classroom, passing by your desk. you offered him a chocolate bar as he turned to you.

he took the bar with a smile, “thanks.” pointing to the new scar on your cheek he spoke, “that looks like it hurts.”

“does it look cool, though?” you asked, swiping your finger along the bruised skin.

“definitely,” he laughed, going to his seat. later that night, sirius brought up that interaction.

“saw you talking to that l/n girl earlier, moony,” sirius grinned through a mouthful of chocolate. “she’s hot.”

james nodded in agreement, pointing a sugar quill at sirius. “i heard she was going to hogsmeade with agreste.”

sirius shrugged. “hogsmeade doesn’t mean dating. she’s not off the market.”

“she’s a vampire,” remus said casually, throwing a wrapper over his shoulder and popping a small square of chocolate in his mouth. james nearly choked as peter gasped and sirius sat up straight with a start.

“no bloody way!”

remus nodded. “she’s out on full moons, too.” he unwrapped another piece of chocolate. “she feeds in the forest.”

they shivered.

“does that make her less attractive to you, pads?” james questioned with a small snicker after they processed the new information.

sirius considered. “nah.”

...

“my friends think you’re attractive,” remus inquired as you both gazed at the stars from the astronomy tower.

you hummed in response, not taking your eyes away from the dark night sky. “im sorry, but sirius black’s opinion means very little to me.”

he let out a small laugh. “me, too.” you smiled. after a moment of silence, he spoke more seriously, “i told them, too, if that’s alright.”

you shrugged, finally looking over to remus. he was already looking at you. “you trust them?”

without missing a beat, remus spoke, “more than anything.”

you nodded. “then i do, too.” he smiled before looking back to the stars. you did as well.

“it sucks that we can’t spend the toughest nights of our lives together.”

you sighed at that, resting your chin against your propped up knees. “yeah. but we make up for it.” you reached for his hand, and he allowed your smaller palm to fit into his.

it was nights like these that you felt the most human. when you would sneak away from your roommates and homework and just gaze at the stars with remus under pure light, rather than that of the full moon.

...

“how long do we have?” remus asked. it was another relaxing night, but this time you were resting against his chest, his arms hugging your middle as you relaxed into him.

“a week,” you breathed.

he nodded solemnly. “i could kind of feel it.” you nodded in agreement against his chest. “do you ever have hope that we’ll maybe.. grow out of it?” you shook your head. but he continued anyway, “maybe one day there’ll be a cure for us. so we don’t have to be stuck as..” he didn’t dare speak the word, but you knew what he was going to say.

“we’re not monsters, remus,” you sighed, tilting your head back to look up at him. he looked down into your sparkling eyes. “we’re inhuman, but we’re not monsters.”

“what’s the difference?” he asked quietly, brushing a piece of hair out of your face.

“it’s a choice,” you said. “we could be monsters.. but we’re not. i feed on animals, and you hole yourself up for safety.” you brushed a hand on his warm cheek. “monsters don’t do that.”

that was the night that remus first kissed you.

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