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âwhat did you just call me?ââ
f1 grid x fem!reader
ft. lewis hamilton, max verstappen, lando norris, oscar piastri, charles leclerc, carlos sainz
authros note: thank you anon for the request!!! hope you like itđ€! just fluff and comedy ig!! any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!! also sorry if your name is April!! đ
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Max
You are sitting in your apartment, the scent of Max's cologne lingering in the air. The two of you have just come back from dinner, and you're now nestled comfortably on the couch. Max is s through channels on the TV, looking relaxed in a simple T-shirt and jeans.
"Hey, Marcus, can you pass me the remote?" you say absentmindedly.
Max freezes, his hand hovering over the remote. He turns to you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What did you just call me?"
You look up at him with innocent eyes. "I called you Max."
He shakes his head slowly, his piercing blue eyes narrowing. "No, you didn't. You called me Marcus. Who the fuck is Marcus? Thatâs a ugly ass name."
You feign surprise. "No way, Max. Why would I call you Marcus? I donât know anyone named Marcus."
Max leans forward, his expression a mix of amusement and irritation. "Are you fucking with me?"
You bite your lip to keep from laughing. "I'm not sure what you're talking about, Marcus."
Face turning red, he crosses his arms, his biceps bulging slightly. "You definitely called me Marcus. You got a boyfriend named Marcus I donât know about?"
You laugh, unable to keep up the act any longer. "Alright, you got me. It was a prank. I would never call you by someone elseâs name baby, you know that."
Max's stern expression softens into a grin. "You and your pranks," he says, shaking his head. "Donât do it again, you had my heart racing."
You lean in and kiss him on the cheek. "Promise, Max. You're the only one on my mind."
Lewis
You're in the passenger seat of Lewis car, the city lights of Monaco illuminating the night. Lewis, ever the style icon, is dressed impeccably in a designer jacket and sunglasses, even though it's already dark.
"Lucas, can you turn up the music?" you ask casually.
Lewis takes his eyes off the road for a moment, a look of disbelief crossing his face. "What did you just call me?"
You glance at him with a confused expression. "I called you Lewis."
He shakes his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "No, you called me Lucas."
You maintain your innocent demeanor. "Lucas? Why would I call you Lucas? I think you're hearing things, Lewis."
He pulls over parking the car and turns to you, "I know what I heard. You said Lucas? Are you thinking about someone else while you're with me?"
You try to hold back your laughter. "Of course not, Lucas. Why would I think about anyone else when I'm with you?"
Lewis' jaw drops as he stares at you in shock. "Right there!?! Just now! You called me Lucas? Who the fuck is Lucas? And why is he on your mind?!"
You finally let out a laugh. "Alright, alright. Iâm sorry baby! It was a prank."
Lewis shakes his head, sighing in relief, smiling. "You love messing with me, don't you? You almost made me shit my pants. I was getting ready to drive back home and say âfuck itâ to dinner."
You grin and laughing. "Not you getting ready to cancel dinner! You was gonna let me starve?!â
âHell yeah! Coming in my car calling me another mans name!â heâs says exasperated.
âBaby, you know I would never call you by the wrong name." you say rubbing the back of his neck.
He reaches over and squeezes your thigh as he kisses you. "Just making sure. Because there's only room for one man in your heart and thatâs me."
Lando
You're at the beach, lounging on a sunbed next to Lando. The sound of waves crashing against the shore is soothing, as the sounds of people laughing fill the air, the sun shining brightly making your skin glow.
"Levi, can you pass me the sunscreen?" you ask without thinking.
Lando sits up, his relaxed expression turning serious. "What did you just call me?"
You look at him with wide eyes. "I called you Lando."
He frowns. "No, you said Levi."
You tilt your head, pretending to be confused. "Iâm pretty sure I know my boyfriend's name is Lando not Levi."
âWell I'm pretty sure you donât since you called me Levi, I heard you, unless Iâm turning deaf at 24.â he says with an annoyed tone.
He takes his sunglasses off, his boyish face looking a bit hurt. "Are you sure you're not mixing me up with your side piece named Levi?"
You stifle a giggle. "Side piece?!? Iâm not cheating on you, Lando. Why would I do that?"
He narrows his eyes at you. "Because you just called me another manâs name."
âOkay, but what makes you think you're not the side piece?â you say with a straight face.
He freezes staring you at jaw dropped, in shock not knowing what to say, âWha-â
You burst out laughing, unable to keep the charade going. "Iâm joking baby. It was a prank!"
Lando still stares at you trying to comprehend what just happened. Frowning he says âWhy would I be the side piece?â
You start to laugh uncontrollably, âThatâs what you're focused on! Seriously! I told you I was just playing with you!â
Lando's frown turns into a slight smile. "Yea but, Iâm not side piece material, Iâm main piece material.â he says softly.
You smile, shaking your head. âYes Lando, you are main piece material, that's why you're my boyfriend.â
You take his hands in yours, âYou being more offended being called a side piece than another manâs name is concerning.â You say in humor and slight disbelief.
He leans over kissing you on the nose. "Because we all know Iâm boyfriend material. Unlike whoever this âLeviâ is."
âYouâre something else.â you say laughing at his antics.
Charles
You're in the kitchen, helping him cook dinner. The aroma of fresh basil and tomatoes fills the air, making your mouth water. You take the freshly chopped onions and throw it in the pan.
"Chris, can you pass me the olive oil?" you ask casually.
Charles stops chopping vegetables and looks at you, bewildered. "What did you just call me?"
You give him an innocent look. "I called you Charles."
He shakes his head slowly, a puzzled expression on his face. "No, you said Chris."
You blink at him. "Did I? I don't think so, Chris."
He narrows his eyes, a hint of frustration in his voice. "You just called me Chris again.â
âNo I didnât, I just called you Charles.â you say seriously.
âNope, you didnât.â Putting down the knife, walking towards you. He says, âWhoâs Chris?"
"I donât know. I donât know anyone named Chris.â You say trying to keep a straight face.
Charles steps closer, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Well clearly you do because you just called me his name."
âIâm telling you I didnât call you that. Youâre just hearing things.â you say starting to get nervous.
âAm I?â he says, staring at you.
You can't help but laugh nervously. "Alright, holy fuck! It was a prank! Stop being all scary!"
Charles shakes his head, chuckling. "You're lucky I knew you were just joking. Just don't let it happen again." He says as he moves closer to your wrapping his hand around your neck squeezing it softly as he says âYour mine and mine only. Yes?â
âYes.â you say breathlessly as he kisses you briefly before pulling away, smirking as he says âYou burned the onions.â
âOh shit!â you say turning around to turn off the stove as Charles laughs.
Oscar
You're sitting in the living room, watching a movie together. The lights are dimmed, and the atmosphere is cozy and intimate.
"Oliver, can you pass me the ice cream?" you ask, your eyes glued to the screen.
Oscar pauses the movie and looks at you, confused. "What did you just say?â
âI asked if you could pass me the ice cream? you say confused.
âNo. What did you just call me?" He says turning his body towards you.
You glance at him, playing innocent. "I called you Oscar."
He shakes his head, a slight frown forming. "No, you said Oliver."
You feign surprise. "Who the fuck is Oliver?"
He leans back, crossing his arms. "Thatâs what the fuck Iâm trying to figure April, sorry I mean Y/N?
You gasp saying âWho the fuck is April?â
âI donât know, who the fuck is Oliver?â he says as he shrugs his shoulders.
âBabe I called you Oscar so why the fuck are you calling me April?â you say trying not to laugh.
âWhy the fuck did you call me Oliver, April? Why are you thinking about this man instead of paying attention to the movie?" he says.
You struggle to keep a straight face. "Stop calling me April!! And Iâm not, Oscar. Why would I think about anyone else? Why are you thinking about some girl named April?"
He narrows his eyes, his face holding a scowl he says, "Because you just called me another manâs name, April."
âMy names not April, Oliver.â You shaking your head while rolling your eyes. "I was just trying to annoy you, it was a prank."
Oscar's frown turns into a smile. "I know April. You really like messing with me, don't you?"
You grin and nod. "Yes Oliver, I can't help it!â
âBut you know I would never actually call you by the wrong name baby." you say as you crawl into his lap straddling him.
He wraps his arms around your waist bringing you closer, kissing you. "I know baby, just making sure."
Carlos
You're outside in your backyard, relaxing by the pool with Carlos. The sun is shining, and the sound of water gently splashing adds to the tranquil atmosphere. You lean back in your chair, enjoying the warmth, and then decide to add a bit of fun to the moment.
"Babe, could you get me a drink, please?" you ask sweetly.
Carlos gets up with a smile. "Sure thing baby!"
As he heads to the kitchen, you call out, "Thanks, Marcus!"
Carlos stops in his tracks and turns around, raising an eyebrow. "Marcus?"
You feign innocence. "What? I said Carlos."
He chuckles, shaking his head. "No, you definitely said Marcus. Who's this Marcus guy?"
You giggle. "What are you talking about? I said Carlos."
Carlos narrows his eyes playfully. "Alright, if that's how you want to play it."
A few moments later, he returns with your drink and hands it to you. "Here you go, my love."
"Thanks, Marcus," you say with a grin.
Carlos doesn't miss a beat. "Oh, okay." Without warning, he scoops you up in his arms.
You scream, "Carlos, put me down!"
He grins devilishly. "You said Marcus, remember?" And with that, he jumps into the pool, taking you with him. You both splash into the water, and when you come up for air, you sputter, "Carlos, what the hell?"
He laughs, brushing the wet hair from his face. "Oh, looks like you do know my name."
You roll your eyes but can't help but laugh along with him. " Of course I know your name baby."
He pulls you close, still smiling. "I know you do. I can play games too, cariño, if you want me to."
You both laugh, âNo, no. You win.â you say pulling away from him. âFor now." Then, with a quick motion, you splash water into his face and make a dash for the edge of the pool.
Carlos wipes his face, laughing. "Oh, thatâs how you want to play cariño, you're so going to get it now!" He starts to chase you as you scramble out of the pool, both of you laughing.
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Canon era Cregan Stark + being a softie with his Targ wife in the Godswood, just him and her playing in the snow type vibes
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how i looove cregan x targ!reader, so im just gonna add this little drabble to my among wolves and dragons series, though it can obviously be read as a standalone!! thank you foxy for this cute request!! ilyđ€
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Your hysterical laugh would make his heart burst with joy â contagious enough to make him giggle like a boy as he chased you down the Godswood. You heard his fastened breathing and the cracking of the leaves behind you, knowing he was about to catch you; you tried to run faster, but your long dress and heavy fur coat made it impossible for you to move quickly through the sticks and snow. It was no surprise when your husband finally put his arms around your waist, holding you against his chest as he let out some breathy chuckles against the sensitive skin of your neck.
âGot you,â he whispered in your ear, causing shivers all over your body. You shrink in your position, his breathing tickling you and making you giggle. âGot to pay me now, right?â he mentioned before turning your body around in order to face you. Involuntarily, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, standing on your tiptoes to get closer to him. He closed his eyes and pouted his lips, asking you for a simple kiss. You contemplated his beauty for a second, using your fingertips to trace his manly features before you cupped his face â his stubble brushing against your palm as you motioned him down, closer to you.
You brushed your nose against his, humming when his grip around your body tightened; his touch so possessive, yet so gentle. His furrowed eyebrows relaxed as his expression softened, quickly turning into a puddle between your arms. He leaned forward, blindly and instinctively searching for your lips. He was growing impatient, but complying to his wishes was not in your plans.
Before touching his lips with yours, you took him by surprise and pushed him into the soft, cold snow. You attempted to run away from there, thinking that your silly game would continue; however, before you stepped any further, you heard Cregan starting to groan almost as if he was in pain. Your eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and guilt as you quickly reached his side again, kneeling and trying to see where he was hurting. His name became almost a chant from your lips as you desperately tried to see what was wrong, until he suddenly trapped you with his big arms once again and pressed you down the snow.
You squealed, hearing him laughing victorious. âYou're such a fool! You scared me!â You tried to push him in the chest but his large hands grabbed yours and placed them above your head. He then leans towards you with that smug grin that would make your knees weak, and he kissed you so fervently that a soft moan left your lips. His touch was possessive, a bit rough and brutish, but it did not fail to make you see stars behind your eyelids. You sighed enamored once he pulled back.
âI'm just claiming my price, my love,â he softly said, giving soft kisses all over your face as you tried your hardest to look mad.
âI shall feed you to my dragon if you do this to me again!â you threatened, receiving a low chuckle from him.
âI'll take the risk.â
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GOJO SATORU: GUILTY CONSCIENCE
⩠⧠Ë. serial killer!au: ever since that first night, you can't get him off your mindâand even though you handed him over to law enforcement, it looks like he still wants you too. PART 1 | NSFW
contents: fem!reader. porn with plot, dubcon, semi-public sex (in a bathroom), oral (m. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), pet names (detective, princess, smart girl, pretty girl, etc.), gojo cums in your mouth. non-sexual threatening. non-sexual usage of knives/guns. more plot than porn. this is not good for you btw !!! 4K words.
author's note: pls appreciate your smut writers bc this shit is hard !!!! the sk!series might be over after this one bc i'm not feeling it anymore, but nothing's set in stone yet. posting this for the ppl who wanted a part two, but personally i would've just left it as a standalone.. oh well, i didn't want 4K words to go to waste, so enjoy đ€
âsatoru gojo, what are we going to do with you?â your subordinate asks, resting his hands on the table dividing the dim interrogation room in two. you and your coworker sit on one side, facing the serial killer on the other sideâwho also happens to be the man you fucked in an alley two weeks ago.
ever since that first encounter, you havenât been able to get his face out of your mind. at work, his ice blue eyes haunted your every move. at home, he was all you could picture as your mind strayed back to your time beneath him. and now, as you and your boss interrogate him, all you can think about is how good satoruâs hands felt roaming over your skin when you cornered himâor, more accurately, when he cornered you.
âi dunno,â satoru replies, leaning back in his chair and resting his hands behind his head. he grins shamelessly, looking you up and down with interest. âso, pretty girl, howâve you been since we last met?â
you slip your hands into your pockets to stop yourself from doing something youâll regret and ignore the curious look your coworker gives you. âthis meeting isnât about me. this is about the people you killed and the punishment youâre about to get,â you answer through gritted teeth.
satoru laughs, eyes locking with yours and seeing right through you. âthatâs funny. so, whoâs this shrimpy guy next to you? your boyfriend?â he jeers, grinning unnervingly at your coworker. you shoot your subordinate an apologetic look, which he responds to with a nod.
âiâm her boss, actually,â he clarifies, running a hand through his blonde hair and narrowing his eyes. âkento nanami. and iâve been referred to as a lot of things, but shrimpy is a first.â satoru makes a face and laughs, as if heâs amused by the whole scene.Â
âreally? iâm surprised,â satoru replies easily. âi mean, whatever. iâve seen better looking officers⊠like the one next to you.â he looks back at you, a careless smile still dancing on his lips. kento frowns and looks back and forth from you to satoru, and you force yourself to maintain a poker face in order to detract any suspicion.
âdo you two know each other?â kento asks, crossing his arms. satoru starts laughing again, to which you roll your eyes. even if satoru were to tell kento what you hadnâtâthat you two had fucked when you were supposed to be arresting himâyou doubted that kento would believe him. after all, whatâs the word of an obnoxious criminal compared to yours?
you shake your head and ignore satoru. âiâm the one whoâs been leading the investigation on him for the past couple months,â you answer. kento meets your eyes and cocks an eyebrow, so you continue, âwe met two weeks ago. i cornered him, but he escapedââ
âshe let me,â satoru interjects, clearly enjoying the death glare you shoot at him a second later.
âyou held a gun to my forehead,â you remind him pointedly, tapping the spot on your head where you vividly remember the cold metal resting against.Â
âyeah, but i kissed it aftââ
âweâre getting off-topic,â kento interrupts, shooting you a warning glance. âdetective, iâll handle the interrogation from here.â
you hesitate, not liking how smug satoruâs expression isâbut, seeing as you donât have a choice, you dip your head in assent and exit the room.Â
now that satoruâs been caught and is now in the grasp of the law, you donât really have anything to do for the rest of the day. he was your case, and now, it looks like itâs closed, especially if your boss is the one interrogating him.
kento nanami has a reputation among law enforcementâheâs known as the stoic, serious man with a perfect record. there hasnât been a single criminal heâs interrogated that hasnât cracked, although the knot in your stomach tells you that this might be the first.
a sharp knock sounds on your office door, summoning you back from your train of thought. âitâs open,â you call, holding a piping hot coffee with both hands. kento opens the door and steps inside, eyebrows unusually tensed. his hands are balled into fists, too, in stark contrast to his characteristically calm demeanor.Â
âsomething wrong?â you ask tentatively, studying your bossâs troubled eyes.
kento takes a seat in the leather chair in the corner of your office and rests his elbow on the armrest, rubbing his temples. âdetective, be honest with me. what happened the night you were supposed to arrest satoru gojo?â
for the first time since satoru pinned you to the wall of a darkened alley, your heart drops. kentoâs knowing eyes watch your every move, from the subtle twitch in your eye to the way your fingers tense around the cup of coffee. âwhat do you mean?â you ask carefully, surprised at how steady your own voice is.
âdetective, donât play games with me,â kento asserts calmly, hand casually drifting towards the side of his waist. you know him well enough to know what heâs reaching forâthe same instrument that another man pressed against your forehead just two weeks ago.
despite your mind being clouded with fear and uncertainty, you manage to rationalize your way through the situation. what proof could your boss possibly have besides the word of a criminal?Â
itâs your word against hisâand you both know whose word kentoâll believe.
âthat night, he threatened to kill me,â you start, repeating the story you told the authorities when they came ten minutes too late to catch satoru. âand he mustâve drugged me or knocked me unconscious because next thing i knew, he was gone.â your confidence grows with every word, and you start nodding as if you believe your own lies.
kentoâs eyes narrow, and you force yourself to hold your poker face as he scrutinizes you and your words. three long, painful seconds of silence pass before his hand moves away from the holster strapped to his waist, and you internally sigh in relief. he stands without a word and makes to exit the room, but before he does, you risk it all. âwhy do you ask, sir?â
your boss pauses and turns back to you, eyebrows lifting in mild interest. he doesnât answer immediately, and you tentatively ask, â...what did he tell you?â
kento exhales a soft huff of air, a look of dread in his brown eyes. âdetective, for your own peace of mind, i assure you that you donât want to know.â
well, fuck.
âi trust your judgement, then,â you reply, feeling your poker face start to slip away. you lift your now-cold cup of coffee to your lips and take a sip, attempting to hide the grimace that threatens to make an appearance. âhave a good night, boss.â
âyou too, detective. stay safe.â
âiâll do my best.â
kento nods and heads out, and through your open window you watch him tell another one of your coworkers about how heâs planning on heading out early to make bread for his family, a gentle smile on his lips. eventually, he waves bye and exits the building.
you finish off your coffee and stand up, fishing out your key card from your pocket. you figure that you should head to the bathroom before you go home, just in case. a couple of your coworkers congratulate you when you come out of your office, praising you on the capture of your suspect. you take their compliments with a smile, ultimately wishing them a good night and escaping to the bathroom.
the door clicks shut behind you, and the comfortable quiet eases you at once. but before you can even appreciate the silence of the confined room, a sultry, familiar voice interrupts your thoughts. âaw, you werenât gonna say bye before you left?â
you turn and your mouth drops openâstanding before you, in the flesh, is the criminal you swore you last saw handcuffed to a chair.
âwhat the fuââ
satoru reaches out and grabs your wrist before you can scurry away or grab your phone. he pulls you into his chest, and you can feel his heartbeat against your backâat least, thatâs what you notice before he clamps his hand over your mouth to stifle your yells.
âshut it,â satoru hisses, breath hot against the side of your face. he turns you towards the mirror of the bathroom so you can see how heâs holding youâone hand over your mouth, and one wrapped around your waist. âdonât try anything clever, sweetheart. i wouldnât wanna have to hurt that pretty face of yours.â
you turn your head and glare at him furiously, cussing like a sailor against his hand. you eventually try to bite it, but your meager attack is essentially useless against his iron grip. satoru raises his eyebrows sternly and hushes you again, ice-blue eyes boring into your own.Â
âiâll answer your questions, honey, but be careful,â he pauses and nods at his pocket, where the handle of what appears to be a knifeâhow the fuck did he get his hands on a knife?âpokes out of the cloth. âokay, iâm gonna take my hand off your mouth now,â he murmurs, purposefully lowering his voice.
true to his word, satoru removes his hand from your mouth. you take a long breath and hesitateâagain, thereâs not much you can do in this situation but play along. if heâs telling the truth, you can ask questions and he can answer them, so you try your hand at getting some information and biding time. someone would have to walk in the bathroom eventually, right?
âby the way,â satoru starts, a grin curving the corners of his lips upward. ânobodyâs gonna come save you, princess. the doorâs locked from the inside.â he also removes his hand from your waist, letting you take a step back.
âhow?â you ask suspiciously, unsure if heâs telling the truth or not.
satoru laughsâhis hair falls into his eyes, and immediately shakes it away with a huff of breath. âiâm good with my hands. but you already know that, donât ya?â
you back away towards the other side of the bathroom, where sinks line the quartz countertop. âwhy arenât you still in the interrogation room?â
âyou think youâre the only girl i can convince to let me go?â satoru tuts, clicking his tongue disapprovingly. he reaches into his pocketânot the one with the knifeâand extracts a badge of some sort. satoru flicks it at you, and you catch it in midair. to your surprise, itâs the badge of one of your superiors who was supposed to be keeping an eye on satoru. the coy smile on satoruâs face confirms what youâre thinking, and his nod seals it the next second.Â
âokay,â you say carefully, drawing out the word for a couple seconds. âhow long have you been waiting here?â
âlong enough,â satoru answers vaguely, not bothering to elaborate.
âthanks a lot,â you deadpan.
ânice to see that youâre still feistyââ
âand what the hell did you tell my boss?â you interrupt, suddenly remembering the dread-filled way kento had looked at you. the way your voice rises is unexpected enough to force satoru to involuntarily take a step back. itâs not much, but the step you take forward a second later to assert your position brings you a small feeling of satisfaction. after all, heâs only humanâand all humans get surprised by loud noises.
satoru holds up his hands in mock surrender and eyes you skeptically. âyouâre really worried about your bossâs approval, arenât you?â he asks dryly, white hair falling into his eyes again. âheh, desperate much?â
you roll your eyes and curl your hands into fistsâunfortunately, your action only seems to amuse satoru, but you ignore the little âawâ he coos and continue glaring at him. âanswer the fucking question, satoru.â
âlanguage,â he snorts. a second later, satoru cocks his head and thinks for a moment, and when his eyes land on you again he asks, âso, youâre still callinâ me satoru? cute.â
your face involuntarily heats up, and even though youâre sure satoru can tell, you pretend not to noticeâagain. âanswer the question or iâll scream.â
âyou wouldnât dare.â
âwouldnât i?â
you donât get the chance to fufill your threat, because satoru sees that youâre serious a second too earlyâeverythingâs a blur as he grabs your wrists and bunches them into one hand, firmly securing your hands behind your back. his chest rests on top of your back as he folds you over the bathroom counter, and his reflection leers at you from the mirror. ânice try, baby. but remember, youâre dealinâ with a world-class serial killer.â
âworld-class? how humble of you,â you snap irritably, craning your neck to glare at satoru out of the corner of your eye. âyou asshole, get off me or iâllââ
satoru interrupts you by prodding at your lips with two of his fingers, forcing your mouth open and slipping them inside. you instantly attempt to bite him, but his fingers are so long that they trigger your gag reflex instead. âmissed me, detective?â satoru coos, curling his fingers downwards and pressing on your tongue. a little whine involuntarily slips out of your lips, and satoru takes that as a yes. âyeah, i can tell,â he continues, studying your heated face in the reflection of the mirror. âi bet you couldnât stop thinkinâ about me since that night, yeah?â
he doesnât bother waiting for a response before he extracts his fingers and leaves you gasping for breath. you watch as satoru lifts his now-soaked fingers to his lips and runs his tongue over them, ice-blue eyes boring into your own. itâs disgusting, filthy even, but that doesnât stop your thighs from clenching together in a futile attempt to hide your arousal from him.
âyâknow, i think youâre wearing too many clothes,â satoru sighs, resting his chin on top of your head and smiling coyly. âwanna fix that for me?â
âdo i have a choice?â
âno.â satoru pushes himself off of you and gives you enough space to start removing your clothes without his smothering presence. the idea of running away or screaming crosses your mind, but the serial killerâs smile makes you certain that youâd regret itâand thatâs even disregarding the knife thatâs still shining at you from his pocket.Â
seeing as you donât really have any other option, you slowly shrug off your coat and let it slide down your body and onto the floor. your collared shirt comes off next, followed by your pants, until thereâs hardly anything shielding you from satoruâs hungry eyes. the feeling stirring in the pit of your stomach is hard to describeâitâs something like a mix between longing and fear, two emotions you hadnât felt since that night.
and maybe, even though every instinct you have insists that this is the last thing you should be finding pleasure in, you want to feel that way again.
âyou really coulda been anything in the world with that body,â satoru sighs, leaning back against a wall and taking his sweet time looking you up and down. his eyes narrow slyly as he watches you shrink away from him instinctually, and the next thing you know, heâs on you again, hands tracing over your skin and lips unbearably close to yours. âalthough, i guess itâs a good thing youâre a detective, âcause i wouldnât have met you if you werenât.â
you shouldnât be agreeing with him, and as he lifts you up onto the counter, you also know that you shouldnât be letting him do this. it goes against everything you swore to protect when you joined law enforcement, and if this ever got outâno, when it got out, youâd be the pariah of the city.
but even after thinking it through, one, two, maybe even three times, you canât find it in your heart to care about much else than the hands pushing apart your thighs and slipping inside your shamelessly wet cunt.
âheh, how long has it been since we last did this?â satoru coos, eyes glazing over with a mixture of lust and adoration. his face is redder than youâve ever seen itâthe blush spreads all the way up to the tips of his ears, and itâs even more prominent underneath the overhead lights as he eyes you. âtwo weeks, right? feels like itâs been twenty.â
âdo you ever shut up?â you mutter sourly, averting your eyes from satoruâs. he responds by curling up the two fingers he has inside your cunt, a mean little smile on his lips.Â
âcareful with that mouth of yours,â satoru warns, pushing his fingers in farther until heâs practically knuckle-deep inside of you. his thumb rests firmly against your clit, toying with the sensitive skin. âitâll get you in trouble one day, pretty girlâŠâ satoru withdraws his fingers in one swift motion with a soft, wet pop. he lifts his hand to his lips and licks off your slick, swiping his tongue over his fingers a couple times with a smile. âyâknow what? iâll let you go if you can do one thing for me, âkay?â
he waits for your response, raising an eyebrow patiently for you to catch your breath. it almost feels like deja vu, or some cheesy movie from the 90âs: the pretty little detective getting fucked by the big bad serial killer, and you know how these films always endedânot pretty.
âwhat?â you ask halfheartedly, expecting him to ask you to do something like erase him from the police records or sabotage the investigation. satoru cups your face with both hands, leaning in close enough for his lips to brush against yours, and his smile is almost mocking when he replies.
âsuck my dick.â
part of you wants to ask âthatâs it?â, but the glimmer in satoruâs knowing eyes makes you certain that he wonât make this easy for you.Â
âwhat if i say no?â you ask tentatively. itâs a stupid questionânow youâre just playing russian roulette with his rationality, and either way, you already know your decision.
the past two weeks have been torture. every waking moment of yours was spent thinking about the man you fucked, and every time you thought of his carefree smile and feather-light touch, you just felt guilty for wanting more. after all, when you first became a detective, you swore to prioritize your job and not make any personal relationships with your subjects. and yet, here you were, almost too eager to get on your knees for the serial killer who you swore to incapacitate.Â
satoru shrugs nonchalantly in response to your question and not-so-subtly shoots a furtive glance at his pocket, where the handle of his knife still pokes out. âyouâre a smart girl. i think you can guess, yeah?â
and thatâs how you ended up with your lips wrapped around satoruâs dick for the seventh time (if you include every fantasy youâve had about giving him head). itâs almost funny how he switches up the second you run your tongue over his blushing pink tipâhis face goes red, all the way up to his ears, and the little breathy moans that slip out of his lips would be adorable in any other context but this.
âf-fuck, wasnât expecting you to be this good,â he manages to mutter through gritted teeth, eyes fluttering open and shut. âwhereâd you learn to suck dick like this, hehââ
itâs been.. a while since satoru first helped you get on your knees in front of him and unzipped his pants, and even though it couldâve just been a couple minutes, it feels like this is all youâve ever known. satoruâs ice blue eyes have barely moved from you since you started, and it looks like itâll stay like that until you finishâor, more accurately, until he finishes.
satoruâs foot bounces on the floor as you lick a long stripe from the tip of his dick to the top of it, and the way his nails dig into his palm makes you absolutely certain that heâs close to cumming down your throat. âshit, donâtâ donât stop,â he chokes out, threading his fingers through your hair and involuntarily pushing down your head. âfuckââ
when satoru finally cums, itâs pitifully obviousâactually, itâs almost embarrassing. last time, you were the one in shambles when he was done with you, but now, it looks like itâs the other way around. his eyes flicker as they almost roll back from the sheer pleasure of you sucking him dry, and when satoruâs cum shoots out of his painfully hard dick, itâs a hot mess that leaks out of your mouth and down your chin.Â
ây-yeah, good girl,â he murmurs shakily, reaching down and swiping his thumb over your cum-soaked, swollen lips. you lick off the thick, viscous liquid from his fingers instinctually, a dazed little smile on your face as you watch satoru tilt his head back towards the ceiling.
itâs interesting, seeing the cityâs infamous serial killer like this. heâs leaning back against the white tile of the bathroom walls, chest heaving from his orgasm, and in that moment, you realize that his attention is on everything else but you.Â
so, naturally, you stab him in the back.
not literallyâthatâd be a pain for your officeâs custodian to clean up, but you extract the knife from satoruâs discarded pants and, before he can register the sharp object in your shaky hand, you press it to his blush-red throat.Â
satoruâs hazy eyes widen in disbelief as he realizes whatâs going on before they narrow in what looks almost like a mix between anger and shock. itâs stupid, foolish, and almost naive, but somewhere in your chest, it feels like a dagger pokes at your softened heart when you categorize the look in his eyes as betrayal. which is, by all accounts, entirely unreasonableâdid he seriously think you wouldnât take advantage of him like this?
at the end of the day, no matter how good the dick was, you werenât about to sacrifice your well-paying job for a man on the run from the law.
âwhat the fuck?â satoru snaps, hand twitching in a movement to throw you off of him, but thankfully, the sudden shift in atmosphere heightened your instincts to a point where nothing could possibly catch you off-guard. you dig in the knife a millimeter deeper into his throat, avoiding eye contact with the man you just made cum with your mouth. âare youââ
âyeah, i am,â you assert, biding time. as much as youâd like to pretend that youâre completely in control of the situation, thereâs only so long that you can hold up this stalemate. satoruâs stronger than you physically, and the second he figures out a way to handle the knife pressed to his neck, heâd get his revenge.
satoru comes to this conclusion about as fast as you did, and his lips curve upwards in a jeering smile. the look in his eyes is borderline insane when he snarls, ânobodyâs gonna rescue you from me, princess. just you waitââ
and, with perfect comedic timing, the bathroom door opens, and one of your female co-workers steps in. youâve never talked to her much, but thankfully, her instincts are even faster than yours.
what happens next goes by in a haze. your co-worker holds a gun to the side satoruâs head, and calls for backup. then, a handful of sleepy-eyed police officers haul away a cursing and fighting satoru to who-knows-where.
but just before heâs out of sight, satoru shoots you an unsettlingly calm look. and as if that wasnât concerning enough, the last words he mouths to you are âthis isnât over.â
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Helloooo love, could I have nr 1, 13, 23(reader) and 28 with Daniel ricciardo?đ€ so needy for him
Forbidden - Daniel Ricciardo (requested)
As requested: a Daniel Ricciardo fanfic with a few prompts from the list! It's my first Ricciardo fanfic, so I hope I wrote it like you hoped lol :) It turned out a little longer than I expected, but I honestly like how it turned out! (I didn't proofread it, so excuse any mistakes lol)
masterlist | promptlist âłpairing: daniel ricciardo x female!verstappen!reader âłword count: 7,7K âłprompts used: 1 - 'Use my thigh", 13 - "You're fucking soaked". 23 - "I..Uh.." - "I have never done this before" & 28 "We shouldn't do this" âłwarnings: friends to lovers, brothers teammate trope, age gap (8 years), kissing, alcohol, drunk, explicit sexual content, 18+ (MDNI!), jealousy, sexual tension âłsummary: In which it's 2017 and Max Verstappen's twin sister gets a little too involved with her brothers teammate
You honestly had no idea how you'd come up with the not-so-clever idea of getting wasted in a Monaco nightclub, but right now, you couldnât care less. The music thumped through the room, blending with the haze of alcohol and dim, colorful lights, and a certain curly-haired Australian who had slipped off to the bar for another drink lingered in your mind.
As the beat softened into something deeper, sultrier, you found yourself moving with Carlos once more. His hands rested casually on your hips, his thumbs brushing over the fabric of your dress as you swayed together. Ever since your twin, Max, joined the Formula 1 grid, Carlos had become one of your closest friends.
Carlos leaned in, his lips close to your ear, his voice a low murmur against the music. "So⊠when are you finally gonna hook up with Danny?"
You scoffed, playfully swatting the back of his head. âOh, shut up, will you?â
Carlos only grinned, knowing exactly how you felt about Daniel. He'd been trying to push you toward him for ages, but as always, you deflected. âI donât think Max would be thrilled if I hooked up with his teammate,â you replied, though a part of you knew that wasnât the real reason youâd been holding back.
Carlos shrugged with a smirk. âDid you forget how convinced Max was that we were hooking up back at Toro Rosso? He didnât seem too bothered by that idea, did he?â
You rolled your eyes, chuckling as you swayed in rhythm with him, your fingers linking behind his neck. âYeah, vividly. But that was differentâŠâ You let out a laugh, trying to keep your tone casual. âFor one, our age gap was a lot smaller than Daniel and mine.â
Carlos raised an eyebrow. âYouâre 20, who cares? Danielâs 28âitâs not like heâs ancient.â
Sighing, you dropped your forehead against Carlosâs shoulder. âBesides, even if he would consider hooking up with me, heâd probably be disappointed. Iâve never⊠well, you know. Iâve only gone as far as giving a guy a blowie in a club bathroom, and even that was a drunken disaster. Somehow, I doubt a 28-year-old is looking for a hookup with a 20-year-old virgin.â
Carlos chuckled under his breath, rolling his eyes as he shook his head. âYou're really that blind, aren't you? The guy is absolutely head over heels for you.â
You opened your mouth to protest, but Carlos shifted his grip, spinning you around so your back pressed against his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist to guide your movements. To anyone watching, it looked like a slow grind, intimate and close, even though he left enough space to keep things comfortable.
He steered you both around the dance floor, inching you closer to the bar. âLook at him,â Carlos murmured in your ear, lifting a hand to tilt your chin ever so slightly. âSee for yourself.â
Your gaze landed on Daniel, and your breath caught in your throat. There he was, leaning against the bar, drink in hand, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity you hadnât seen before. His jaw was tight, his lips set in a straight line as he took in every shift of your body against Carlosâs, his gaze dark, brooding, and unmistakably heated. The way his eyes drifted, tracing the curve of your legs, lingering on your hips as they moved, made your heart race. He wasnât just watching; he was studying, every look brimming with tension and frustration.
Carlosâs laughter hummed against your back, pulling you out of your trance. âThe guyâs been staring daggers at me since the second we started dancing.â
âNo way,â you murmured, forcing yourself to keep your voice steady, even though your pulse hammered in your ears. âHeâs just⊠looking. Nothing more.â
Carlos raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening as he leaned down to murmur against your ear, âWho are you trying to convince? Me⊠or yourself?â
âFuck,â you huffed, feeling your cheeks flush under Danielâs gaze, heat spreading through you in a way that felt as dangerous as it was thrilling. âI need more alcohol.â
âșââșââșâ âŸââșââșâ âŸââșââș ââș
Hours and too many drinks later, youâd long since shed your usual shyness, finding a brazen confidence in the music, the crowd, and the glimmer of alcohol-fueled ease in every movement. The world felt hazy but thrilling, every pulse of the bass reverberating through you as you let yourself sink into the beat.
Carlos watched your transformation, amused at how you threw back shots and laughed a little louder than before. At one point, you looked back at him over your shoulder, eyes bright and mischievous, completely oblivious to the intensity with which a certain Australian had been watching you both.
With a chuckle and a playful push, Carlos nudged you forward, aiming you right in Danielâs direction. âGo on, dance with him already,â he teased, his smirk saying he knew exactly what he was doing.
You stumbled into Daniel, feeling his hand steady you, his fingers lingering just a second too long as you regained your balance. âWell, fancy seeing you here, Ricciardo,â you quipped, your voice carrying an edge of flirtation that you didnât usually dare with him.
Danielâs lips curled into that easy, charming smile, his fingers still on your waist. âFancy that. Youâre looking a little⊠spirited tonight,â he replied, his eyes raking over you with a mixture of amusement and something darker, something almost hungry that you couldnât miss, even in your haze. He was trying to play it off, keep things casual, but his gaze lingered just a bit too long, drawn to the curve of your hips, the dip of your collarbone, and the dress that had ridden up just enough to reveal more of your thigh.
âOh yeah?â you leaned in close, fingers grazing up his arm, catching the way his eyes followed every movement. âWhat do you mean, âspirited?ââ You were close enough to catch the hint of his cologne, something warm and subtly spicy, like he was, and it made you feel just a little bolder.
Daniel chuckled, but his fingers tightened slightly at your waist as if grounding himself. âJust saying,â he replied, âI donât usually see you dancing like that.â His eyes sparkled with a mix of fondness and something a little more conflicted. He was trying so hard to keep things cool, but you could tell he was affected. âEspecially with Carlos. Didnât know he was your type.â
You laughed, moving your body a little closer to his, playfully ignoring the tension that brewed between you. âCarlos? Nah. Heâs more like⊠a dance partner for the night. Besides,â you added, looking up at him through your lashes, âI think my type is just a little taller⊠curly hair.. and definitely Australian.â
A flicker of something like surprise crossed his face, his eyes briefly widening before he collected himself. He swallowed, looking away, almost as if to compose himself. âIs that so?â he murmured, his fingers curling at your waist, his voice low.
Just then, the music changed to something slower, a sensual rhythm that had you pressing a little closer against him. Danielâs hands slipped to your waist, pulling you flush against him, his heartbeat thrumming fast under your hands as you settled into a rhythm together. You let your body sway, your hips pressing against him as his hands guided you, holding you steady and closer than he should.
âGotta stop moving like that,â he mumbled, his voice tight, a strained note of amusement as he tried to mask how breathless he sounded.
You looked up at him with a smirk. âWhy?â you asked, feigning innocence, though the mischievous gleam in your eyes told him you knew exactly what you were doing.
He swallowed, his gaze darkening as his grip on your hips tightened, pulling you flush against him. The movement brought you closer than before, and in that instant, you felt himâhard, pressing against you through his jeans, undeniable and unrestrained. A thrill shot through you as your eyes met his, your gaze drifting downward for a fleeting second, then back up to find his expression transformed, conflicted and charged. His voice was rough, edged with that undeniable tension. âYou know very well why,â he murmured, his tone thick with barely restrained desire and frustration, his fingers gripping your waist as if to hold himself back.
Your lips parted in surprise, but you didn't move away. Instead, you let a slow smile spread across your face, your body swaying against him just enough to deepen his predicament. Danielâs jaw clenched, his gaze darting down to where your bodies pressed together, his expression shifting between longing and resistance, the internal battle clear as he tried to keep himself grounded, even as you blurred every boundary between you.
You felt the heat radiating off him, the subtle hitch in his breathing, the way his fingers trembled slightly against your waist.
âșââșââșâ âŸââșââșâ âŸââșââș ââș
Hours later, you stumbled out of the bathroom, trying to make your way back to the dance floor but feeling far less coordinated than before. The world tilted slightly as you bumped into a table, a stray chair, and even a few club-goers who offered you amused or annoyed glances.
âAlright, I think youâve had enough to drink for one night, darling,â came a familiar voice from behind, warm and steady. Before you could turn, a hand wrapped around your upper arm, steadying you, and the familiar scent of Daniel surrounded you, grounding you.
You turned to him with an exaggerated pout, his arm still holding you up. âI⊠Iâm definitely⊠not,â you managed, words slightly slurred as you tried to shake off his grip, failing miserably. He chuckled softly, clearly amused.
Danielâs gaze softened, his eyes roaming over you with a mix of tenderness and barely concealed desire. Your dress had shifted, one strap sliding off your shoulder, the hem hitching up to reveal more skin than you intended. He took in the sight, pausing for just a moment too long before swallowing hard and composing himself.
âLetâs get you sorted out here,â he murmured, reaching to fix your dress. His fingers brushed over your shoulder, grazing your skin, and he swallowed hard, the gentle touches sending a thrill through you. His hands moved lower, trying to straighten the hem, and his fingers brushed over the curve of your thigh, a touch that made you let out a soft, involuntary whimper. His eyes darkened, and he hesitated, looking like he wanted to pull away but unable to tear himself away from the way you looked at him.
âMm⊠feels nice,â you murmured, leaning into his touch, your gaze half-lidded as you looked up at him, lips parted slightly. You noticed how he tensed, his jaw clenched, clearly struggling to resist.
âCome on,â he said, clearing his throat, his voice a little rough. âLetâs get you back to the hotel.â
He led you through the club, supporting you with one arm wrapped securely around you. As you stumbled along, your hand brushed over his chest, lingering a little longer than necessary, your fingers tracing small patterns as you walked. He glanced down, swallowing, his throat bobbing as he tried to keep his focus. Along the way, you nearly collided with Max, who took one look at you and raised an eyebrow.
"I'm bringing your sister back to the hotel," Daniel explained, nodding toward you with a hint of amusement. "Sheâs absolutely hammered."
Max smirked, his eyes flicking between you and Daniel. "You sure? I can take her back if youâd rather stay. I know she canât hold her liquor."
âHey!â you interjected, stumbling slightly as you tried to regain your balance, waving off your brother with a slurred, âI-Ik ben niet eens d-dronkenâŠâ (Iâm not even drunk). You gave him a half-hearted glare, rolling your eyes in exaggerated annoyance.
Daniel glanced at Max with a small, amused shake of his head. âI have no clue what she just said, but donât worry, Iâve got it,â he reassured him. âI was planning to head home anyway, and besides,â he added with a smile, âour apartments are in the same building anyway, so it's no hassleâ
Max nodded, giving you a quick pat on the shoulder before turning back to Daniel. "Alright, mate. Get her home safe."
With that, Max watched as Daniel guided you gently but firmly toward the exit, his grip steadying you as you leaned against him, too tipsy to resist.
When you reached the curb, he helped you into a cab, sliding in beside you. You leaned against him, head resting on his shoulder, your hand slipping to rest on his thigh, your fingers drifting ever so slightly higher, sending a rush of heat through him.
âYouâre drunk,â he murmured, his voice low and strained, trying to keep his breathing even.
You looked up at him with a playful, tipsy grin, fingers tracing the fabric of his jeans. âSo?â
He bit his lip, fighting a losing battle against his own desires, his hand covering yours to stop its teasing ascent. Heâd never seen you this forward, this flirtatious, and though it thrilled him, it terrified him all the same. The line between you had always been thin, but tonight, with every touch, every brush of your skin against his, you were slowly erasing it.
When you arrived at the apartment building, you had began starting to sober up a tiny little bit. Still wasted obviously, but it seems as if you had a little bit more control over your own actions.
As you fumbled through your purse, your expression shifted from confidence to frustration as you realized your keys werenât there.
âI⊠I had them,â you muttered, searching again, only for the reality to settle in. âI mustâve left them with Carlos or Max.â
You looked up at Daniel with a mischievous glint in your eyes, swaying slightly on your feet. âGuess that means Iâm staying with you?â
Daniel hesitated, his resolve weakening as he searched your face, taking in the way your lips quirked in that daring, flirtatious smile. He was already in too deep, the familiar ache in his chest too hard to ignore. After a moment, he let out a resigned sigh, offering a small, reluctant smile as he nodded.
âYeah, alright,â he said softly, his hand brushing over your back as he guided you inside. âBut youâve gotta promise me youâll go straight to bed.â
You leaned in, closer than necessary, your breath warm against his cheek. âWeâll see about that,â you murmured playfully, sending one last spark of heat through him as he led you toward his apartment, both of you caught in a delicate balance of desire, restraint, and the thrill of the unspoken between you.
âșââșââșâ âŸââșââșâ âŸââșââș ââș
Daniel led you to his kitchen, pulling out a stool by the bar, gesturing for you to sit. But you had other ideas. Following him over to the sink, you leaned back against the counter, lifting yourself up onto it. Your dress slid up as you settled, exposing nearly everything to anyone watching.
Daniel turned off the tap, glass in hand, and was about to pass it to you when he caught sight of you. His gaze trailed over your bare thighs, and his breath hitched, eyes widening as he muttered, âFuck.â His eyes lingered, and he dared to glance lower, noticing the smallest glimpse of black lace between your slightly parted legs.
Swallowing hard, he gripped the counter edge, his knuckles whitening as he fought the overwhelming urge to close the distance between you, his lips already tingling with the desire to claim yours. Forcing himself to look away, he pressed the glass into your hand, his voice husky and tight. âDrink this. It'll help,â he murmured, barely able to keep his composure. âIâll⊠Iâll go grab a shirt for you. So you donât have to sleep in that dress.â
You downed the water in one swift gulp, letting your gaze drift back to him. The proximity hit you both, close enough for you to see the tension in his jaw and the way his Adamâs apple bobbed as he swallowed. But what captured your attention most was the unmistakable bulge in his jeans, straining against the fabric, betraying the restraint he tried so hard to maintain.
A slow smirk crept across your lips as you reached out, letting your fingers graze his arm, traveling in a slow, tantalizing path up to his shoulder, then down his chest, inching ever closer to his belt. But before you could reach it, his hand shot out, gripping your wrist firmly. âWe⊠we shouldnât do this,â he muttered, voice low and rough as he gently pushed your hand away, though his touch lingered just a second too long, his resolve wavering.
Undeterred, you hopped down from the counter, stepping forward until there was barely any space left between you. Confidence you hadnât realized you possessed surged through you, and you reached out, cupping him through his jeans. He let out a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a moan, his resolve crumbling under the pressure of your touch.
Bringing your lips close to his ear, you whispered, your voice a hushed, sultry tease, âThatâs what you say⊠but your bodyâs telling me something else entirely.â
âșââșââșâ âŸââșââșâ âŸââșââș ââș
Daniel forced himself to gather every shred of self-control he could muster, putting a few steps of distance between you before he turned on his heel, heading to his bedroom to grab a shirt from the closet. His mind raced as he moved. He wanted youâGod, he wanted you more than anythingâbut he knew you were drunk, teetering on that edge where even a soft touch or glance was hazy with the thrill of it all. And as much as he ached to feel your lips on his, to let every longing heâd harbored for so long finally spill over, he didnât want to take advantage of your current state.
Yet, you were making it damn near impossible to keep his composure. Every touch, every glance, every whisper made his restraint crumble bit by bit, leaving him clinging to the last threads of resolve.
When he made his way to the bathroom with the shirt in hand, he stopped in the doorway, noticing you struggling with the zipper of your dress, your back turned to him. The zipper was halfway down, leaving a tantalizing glimpse of your bare skin, and his heart pounded harder, fighting between propriety and desire.
âDanny, can you help me with the zipper, please?â Your voice was soft, but the note of longing was unmistakable, each word sparking something primal within him.
He hesitated, but before he could stop himself, he stepped forward, leaving the shirt on the sink, and positioned himself behind you. His fingers brushed your skin as he reached for the zipper, feeling the warmth radiating off you. You shivered at his touch, a soft, involuntary whimper escaping your lips that sent a jolt through him. He dragged the zipper down slowly, his fingers grazing your skin, unable to resist lingering for just a moment longer than necessary.
Once the zipper was down, you slipped the straps off your shoulders, the dress falling effortlessly down your frame, pooling at your feet. Danielâs breath caught in his throat as he took you in, standing before him in nothing but your black lace lingerie. He clenched his jaw, feeling a wave of heat course through him, the last of his rationality slipping as his eyes traced over every curve, every inch of you laid bare.
You turned to face him, the look in your eyes a mixture of vulnerability and desire, a silent plea that tugged at the very core of him. Reaching up, you let your fingers graze the stubble on his jaw, caressing his cheek as you held his gaze. âKiss me, Daniel,â you whispered, your voice barely audible, a soft, desperate invitation.
It was all he needed. His restraint finally shattered, and he closed the distance between you in a heartbeat. His hand cupped your cheek, fingers threading through your hair as he captured your lips in a kiss that was fierce, urgent, filled with all the pent-up emotion and longing heâd been holding back. You melted into him, pressing closer, every brush of his lips igniting sparks that spread through your body.
His hands slid down to the small of your back, then lower, gripping your thighs as he lifted you effortlessly, setting you onto the countertop of the bathroom sink. He stepped between your legs, his body pressing firmly against yours, grounding you in the heat and solidity of him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. The slight tug on his hair drew a low, guttural moan from him, his chest heaving as he leaned into you, lost in the feel of you against him.
His hands roamed over your body, sliding along your curves, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You gasped against his mouth, a sound that turned into a soft moan, each note pushing him closer to the edge of his composure. He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips, exploring, tasting, savoring every second. You could taste the hint of whiskey on his lips, warm and heady, mingling with his natural, intoxicating flavor. Every brush of his tongue against yours sent a surge of heat pooling between your legs, each movement building the need that pulsed through you.
Daniel pulled you closer, his grip tightening as you felt his hardness pressing against you, undeniable, unmistakable. The sensation made you dizzy, your entire body responding to him, the ache between your thighs intensifying as you instinctively rocked your hips against him. His breath hitched, and he let out a soft, unrestrained groan, his head dipping to press heated, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down to the sensitive spot behind your ear. His lips left a trail of warmth, each kiss setting your skin alight, making you ache for more.
âDaniel,â you murmured, voice barely a whisper, breathless as you held him closer, âI need⊠IâŠâ
He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and filled with a barely contained fire. âUse my thigh, love,â he murmured, his voice thick with desire, encouraging you, his words laced with both restraint and indulgence. The suggestion was almost too much, the heat in his eyes spurring you on, each word sending another pulse of arousal through you.
You didnât hesitate, shifting your hips to grind against his thigh, a soft moan slipping from your lips as you felt the friction, your panties already damp against his jeans. Danielâs hands gripped your waist, guiding you, his own breath coming faster as he watched, the sight of you losing yourself in the pleasure unraveling him bit by bit.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispered, his voice rough as he pressed a kiss to your temple, his hands urging you to move, encouraging every motion. âBeen wanting this⊠wanting you⊠for so damn long.â He buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin as he spoke, his voice shaky, every word spilling out in a way that only fueled the fire between you.
âSeeing you with Carlos tonight,â he murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear, âit drove me crazy. Couldnât stand it. I wanted to kill him for touching youâ He paused, lifting his head to look into your eyes, his gaze raw, vulnerable, every wall heâd built around himself now shattered. âIâve wanted you like this⊠needed you like this⊠for so long.â
Every word, every touch, every heated gaze pushed you further, his encouragement spurring you on as you moved against him, feeling the delicious friction, the warmth spreading through you as you both succumbed to the intoxicating pull of each other.
Danielâs breathing grew ragged as he watched you move against his thigh, each roll of your hips sending a wave of heat through him. The way you looked at him, with that mixture of need and adoration, was undoing him in the best possible way.
Your breathing came in shallow, needy gasps as you looked up at him, eyes heavy with desire. âGod, Daniel⊠you have no idea how good you look right now,â you murmured, your voice thick with arousal.
Your soft moans and whispered praises only fueled him more, each one pushing him to explore, to give you everything you were craving. His gaze darkening even more as he captured your lips in a searing kiss, pouring every ounce of pent-up desire and affection into it.
Without breaking the kiss, he slid you back a little on the counter, his hands gripping your hips firmly. You gasped as his fingers traced the edge of your panties, his touch light but electrifying, and he paused, his gaze meeting yours as if asking for permission.
You gave a small nod, your breath catching as his hand slipped beneath the lace, his fingers brushing over you, his touch igniting every nerve ending. His breath hitched when he felt just how wet you were, a low groan escaping his lips as he murmured, âGod, youâre soaked.â
The words sent a thrill through you, making you arch into his touch, craving more. His fingers moved with deliberate slowness, exploring and teasing, drawing out your reactions, each moan and gasp fueling his own desire âThe way you make me feel⊠God, itâs like you know exactly what I need.â
Your words lit a fire in him, a spark that deepened the hunger in his gaze as he pulled you closer. His lips curved into a smirk, fingers dipping lower as he murmured, âYeah? I think I could get used to hearing that.â
He watched you intently, captivated by every expression, every sound that escaped your lips as he continued, building the tension higher with each movement.
You clung to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as his fingers moved with perfect rhythm, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. He whispered soft words of encouragement, his voice low and full of affection. âThatâs it, love⊠youâre doing so well. Let go for me,â he murmured, his tone both comforting and enticing.
And then, as his touch pushed you over the edge, a wave of pure ecstasy washed over you, and you cried out his name, your body shuddering as he held you through it, his gaze never leaving yours.
Once you came down from your high, your hand started making their way to Daniel's jeans, intending to return the favor, yet your movements where halted once again by his fingers around your wrist "I won't be able to hold back if you continue" he mumbled, his lips pressing soft kisses against the skin of your neck.
"Maybe that's the point" you whispered seductively.
He shook his head "As much as I would love to, I'm not sleeping with you while you're drunk" he whispered as he pressed one last kiss against your cheek, before he pulled away, grabbing the shirt that was still on the sink with his free hand, assisting you to pull it over your head "We'll talk about it tomorrow, and then we'll see"
As if the post orgasm haze started to kick in, you felt yourself getting tired, giving yourself over to the Australian driver as he carefully lifted you off of the sink and carried you over to his bedroom, placing you down onto it.
He was intending to get up and sleep on the couch, just in case you wouldn't remember things tomorrow, or worse, remember it, but regretting things. But the soft plea that left your lips stopped him in his tracks "Please, stay with me?"
It was as if his legs moved on their own accord, slipping into the bed next to you, feeling you crawl into his arms, your head resting on his chest. Once he noticed you were sound asleep, he grabbed his phone from his pocket and send Max a quick text:
Daniel: Your sister is sound asleep btw, she's crashing here, since she apparently forgot her keys or something.
Max: Figured as much indeed, Carlos came over and handed me her keys, said she forgot to take them before she left. Max: Thanks for letting me know, I'll torture her tomorrow about her headache ;)
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As the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, you stirred, feeling the gentle warmth touch your skin as you blinked awake. It took a moment to piece things together, the room unfamiliar, the quiet hum of an unfamiliar space settling around you. When realization dawned, it hit all at once. This wasnât your apartmentâthis was Danielâs.
Your eyes widened, and you scanned the room, momentarily panicked. But the bed beside you was empty, the sheets cool to the touch, which brought a small wave of relief. Sitting up slowly, you took a breath, glancing down to see yourself dressed in one of Danielâs shirts. The soft fabric brushed your skin, and you realized, with a sudden blush, that you were only in his shirt and your lingerie.
Heart pounding, you swung your legs over the side of the bed, trying to clear the fog of last nightâs hazy memories. The details were elusive, flashes of warmth, laughter, and maybe⊠something more. You felt oddly refreshed, but the lack of clarity gnawed at you. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself to find him, needing some answers.
Moving carefully down the hallway, you made your way to the bathroom, hoping to splash some water on your face, collect yourself before facing him. You twisted the doorknob, assuming the room would be empty. Instead, steam filled the space, and you froze, the faint outline of a figure behind the frosted shower door capturing your attention.
Your gaze locked on the silhouette, recognizing Daniel immediatelyâthe shape of his shoulders, the familiar line of his back. A rush of heat flooded through you, your mind replaying a rush of emotions from last night, and you pressed your thighs together instinctively, trying to banish the sudden surge of desire. You knew you should turn around, slip out quietly, but you were rooted to the spot, utterly transfixed.
Before you could retreat, Daniel turned off the shower, reaching for a towel and wrapping it low around his waist before stepping out. His gaze landed on you, his mouth curving into a smirk, droplets still trailing down his chest and abs. His dark hair was wet, small drops sliding from his curls, and the steam radiated off his skin, casting him in a hazy glow.
âWell, good morning to you too,â he said, his voice a rich, low rumble, his signature smirk making your pulse race. âIf you wanted to see me naked this bad, all you had to do was ask. No need to sneak up on me.â His tone was teasing, though his gaze held a hint of something deeper, something almost daring you to respond.
Your cheeks flushed, and you raised your hands to cover your face. âOh God, Iâm so sorry,â you stammered, feeling a mix of embarrassment and that same lingering heat from last night.
You heard him chuckle softly, and when you dared to peek through your fingers, heâd already dried off and slipped into a shirt and a pair of boxers. He stepped closer, gently pulling your hands away from your face, his expression softened, a trace of warmth in his morning-rough voice. âNo need to be so shy, darling,â he murmured, the words filled with a quiet affection that sent a shiver down your spine.
You glanced at him, unable to ignore how close he was, feeling both relieved and oddly disappointed that he was now dressed. You couldnât deny how good he looked, fresh out of the shower, the lingering scent of soap and warmth filling the space between you.
But the question weighed on your mind, and finally, you managed to ask, âPlease tell me we didnâtâŠ?â
Danielâs gaze softened further, his eyes flickering with an understanding smile as he placed a steadying hand on your shoulder, letting it linger for just a moment before he replied. âIf we slept together? No, we didnât.â
A breath you hadnât realized you were holding slipped out in relief. Before you could fully process it, though, Daniel added, âBut Iâm also not gonna pretend that you didnât try to⊠and Iâm definitely not going to act like nothing else happened.â
His words hung in the air, and you felt your breath catch, a wave of both nerves and arousal coursing through you. âOh God,â you mumbled, lifting yourself onto the countertop by the sink, feeling a little dizzy, staring at the floor as you tried to piece together what he meant. âWhat did I make you do?â
Daniel leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his gaze steady and entirely too knowing as he took in the expression on your face. âYou didnât make me do anything, darling,â he said softly, his tone gentle yet firm. âIt takes two to tango.â
The words lingered in the quiet, settling over you with a weight you couldnât ignore. He shifted, stepping closer, his gaze never leaving yours. âLetâs just say⊠this isnât the first time youâve sat on that countertop in the last 24 hours. Although, last night it was for⊠different reasons.â
As soon as he said it, memories rushed back in vivid, unfiltered flashesâthe feel of his hands, the press of his lips, the way he held you as if heâd waited forever to do so. Your cheeks flushed deeper, the weight of those memories flooding you, the reality of what had happened leaving you breathless.
âOh God,â you murmured, looking down, struggling to meet his eyes. The blush deepened, and you tried to banish the embarrassment, but it was impossible to hide the way your body reacted to just being near him, recalling every detail of last night.
Daniel watched you, his gaze contemplative, and he let out a small sigh, pressing his lips together before speaking. âLook⊠you were drunk. Iâd had a bit to drink too. I understand if you regret itâ His voice was steady, but there was a subtle tension underneath, as if he was holding something back.
You took a deep breath, fiddling with your hands as you struggled to find the right words. "Yeah, about that.." you said, taking a deep breath before continuing "There might be a slight problem to that"
Daniel studied the way you were acting, unsure of what to expect âWe can pretend it didnât happen, if thatâs what you want. That's no problemâ he offered, though his tone held a hint of something unresolved, something unsaid.
Finally, you looked up at him, your gaze meeting his, the sincerity in your expression clear. âWell⊠I guess the problem is that..â you whispered, voice barely audible at first, but then you gathered your courage and continued, âI donât regret it, Daniel⊠not at all.â
The words hung in the air between you, thickening the silence, every hidden feeling and unspoken desire now out in the open. His eyes widened slightly, the guarded expression slipping as something raw and vulnerable crossed his face.
Daniel's eyes softened at your words, the vulnerable confession drawing him closer, dissolving any remaining space between you. He stepped forward, situating himself between your legs once more, just like he had done last night, but this time you were both sober.
His presence warm and steady, grounding you in the intimacy of the moment. His hands reached up slowly, one gently cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing a soft line along your skin, the other tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His gaze was deep, intense, and full of affection as he looked into your eyes, his face only inches from yours.
"Good," he whispered, his voice low and tender, âbecause I donât regret it either.â
Without another word, he closed the distance, his lips finding yours in a gentle, unhurried kiss. There was no urgency, only a steady, deliberate affection that conveyed every unspoken emotion heâd held back. His kiss was soft and careful, full of warmth, each touch of his lips conveying the depth of his feelings as he held you close.
When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, and you both shared a quiet, contented breath, wrapped up in the warmth of the moment. But the tenderness only fueled the lingering desire that had simmered between you both, and with a sudden burst of confidence, you grasped the collar of his shirt, pulling him back to you.
This time, the kiss deepened, your lips moving in sync as the restraint melted away, giving way to something more fervent, tinged with longing. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you even closer, his fingers splaying against your skin. The gentle intimacy turned heated, your mouths exploring, tongues teasing as the passion escalated with each passing second. You could feel his breath hitch as your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and he groaned softly against your lips, sending a shiver down your spine.
Without breaking the kiss, your lips began to wander, trailing a path from his mouth to his jaw, where you lingered, pressing soft, teasing kisses that made him shudder under your touch. You could feel the subtle stubble against your lips, the warmth radiating from his skin as you moved lower, planting slow, lingering kisses along his neck, tasting the faint hint of his cologne mixed with his natural scent. Each kiss seemed to draw a deeper, ragged breath from him, his chest rising and falling as he leaned into every touch, unable to hold back the quiet sounds of pleasure escaping his lips.
You let your hands roam freely, exploring the strong lines of his shoulders, fingers tracing down the curves of his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. His pulse thrummed beneath your touch, quickening with each passing second. He swallowed hard, his breathing growing heavier as you continued, savoring every inch of him.
âGod, Daniel,â you whispered against his neck, letting your lips brush the words over his skin. âYou have no idea how good you look like this⊠or how good you feel.â Your voice was soft but laced with genuine admiration and a suggestive edge that had his grip on your waist tightening.
âFuckâŠâ he muttered, his voice thick with need as your words and touch clearly had an effect on him. He tilted his head back, giving you more access, his eyes closing for a moment as he absorbed the sensations.
Your lips brushed his ear, and you could feel him shiver as you whispered, âIâve wanted this for so long, wanted to feel you⊠just like this.â Your words spilled out as you continued trailing kisses, his low groan fueling your confidence as you let your hands drift lower.
You let your fingers slide down his torso, tracing every line and curve of his body with deliberate, teasing slowness. Your hand finally ventured to the waistband of his boxers, and you pressed your palm against him, feeling the unmistakable hardness through the fabric. His breath hitched, a deep, guttural sound escaping his throat as he instinctively pushed into your touch, his fingers digging into your waist.
âGod, you feel incredible,â you murmured, palming him gently, feeling his arousal grow beneath your hand, hardening with each brush of your fingers. âIâve wanted this for so long, Daniel⊠wanted to know how youâd feel like this,â you admitted, voice a mix of admiration and desire.
âShit⊠youâre⊠youâre killing me here,â he managed, his voice a strained whisper as he looked down at you, his eyes dark and filled with unrestrained want. His hands roamed your back, pulling you closer, his breathing growing heavier as he lost himself in every touch, every word you murmured against him.
You continued your slow, deliberate movements, letting your fingers trace along his length through the fabric, a satisfied smile crossing your face as he groaned in response, his hips pressing into your hand. âGod, you look so good like this,â you breathed, meeting his gaze for a moment, taking in the way his face was flushed, his expression filled with raw, unfiltered desire.
âKeep talking like that, and⊠fuck, youâre gonna drive me insane,â he rasped, his voice low, rough with need, his hands gripping your hips with more intensity, clearly unable to resist the effect you were having on him.
Emboldened by his reaction, you slipped a hand inside the waistband of his boxers, your fingers wrapping around him, and his entire body tensed, a shuddered moan escaping his lips as he exhaled sharply. As you started running your thumb along his length, savoring the way he twitched in your hand, his face contorted with pleasure as he bit his lip.
âGod⊠that feels so good,â he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked down at you, his expression a mixture of awe and arousal. His hands roamed up and down your back, and you could feel the effect of every touch, every word, as his breathing grew heavier.
Between breaths, you whispered softly in his ear, âI want you, Daniel. All of you.â The words tumbled out, filled with a raw honesty that made him draw back just enough to meet your gaze.
In one swift, effortless motion, he lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to his bed. He laid you gently onto the soft sheets, hovering over you as his lips met yours once more, igniting the same passion that had brought you here. Each kiss was heated and lingering, hands tracing and memorizing every line, every curve, savoring every moment that had led to this.
As his lips left a trail of kisses along your collarbone, your breaths came faster, and the anticipation tightened around you. But then when Daniel started removing your panties, you felt a familiar wave of nerves rise, and your voice trembled slightly as you spoke.
âI⊠uhâŠâ you began, hesitating, feeling vulnerable but needing him to know. âIâve never done this before.â The words left you in a shy, almost apologetic murmur, your cheeks heating as you admitted it. You lowered your gaze, fidgeting slightly under his gaze, before adding, âI mean, Iâve done⊠other things. Just⊠never got to, well, this part.â
He paused, taking in your words, his expression softening instantly. Cupping your face gently, his thumb brushed along your cheek, his gaze reassuring and kind. âHey, thereâs no pressure here. We donât have to do anything youâre not comfortable with,â he whispered, his voice steady, genuine. âWe can take it slow. Or⊠we can keep things just like this.â
You bit your lip, the vulnerability still lingering as you met his gaze. âYouâre not⊠disgusted, or something?â you asked, feeling a wave of self-consciousness bubble up. âI mean, I probably wonât be⊠any good. Youâre⊠you knowâŠâ You trailed off, your face warming as the words left you.
He let out a soft chuckle, leaning forward to kiss you gently, his lips reassuring as he lingered for a moment before pulling back to look you in the eyes. âDisgusted? Not even close,â he murmured, a faint smile on his lips. âAnd I promise you, that thought never even crossed my mind.â His thumb brushed along your cheek again, his gaze warm and encouraging. âHonestly, it doesnât matter to me. Not at all.â
You took a steadying breath, feeling his words soothe the nerves that had crept in. A smile tugged at your lips as you looked up at him, heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and newfound confidence. âI donât want to take it slow,â you admitted softly, voice barely above a whisper, but the words full of determination. âI want it to be with you, Daniel. Iâve⊠Iâve thought about this more times than I dare to admit,â you confessed, the warmth of your cheeks betraying the shyness that lingered, but you held his gaze.
His eyes softened at your words, a slow smile spreading across his face as he leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. âThen I'm all yours,â he whispered, his voice filled with affection.
Without another word, Daniel leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was deeper, hungrier, every ounce of restraint between you both slipping away. His hands roamed up your back, pressing you firmly against him as your bodies melded together, the heat between you palpable. His lips moved over yours with an urgency that matched the rhythm of his heartbeat, each kiss filled with the passion that had built up over all this time, all the unspoken moments leading up to this.
Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer as you felt his quiet groan against your mouth, his own hands exploring your curves, fingers tracing your waist and pulling you flush against him. His body hovered over yours as his gaze met yours, filled with both desire and a lingering tenderness that made your heart race.
His lips found yours again, and you welcomed him with a fervor that matched his own, your mouths moving in perfect sync as the kiss grew deeper, more intense. You could feel his body pressing into yours, the weight of him grounding you, making the moment feel all the more real. His hand traveled down your thigh, lifting your leg to wrap around his waist as he settled between your legs, his hips pressing against yours in a way that made your entire body ache with anticipation, before slowly but surely entering you inch by inch.
Between kisses, his hands caressed every inch of your body, learning and savoring every curve, every response he drew from you. His mouth left a trail of kisses along your jaw, down your neck, lingering on the sensitive spots that made you gasp, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he continued his slow, intoxicating descent. Each kiss, each touch seemed to stir something deeper within you, the desire building to a crescendo with every shared breath.
âFuckâŠâ you whispered, your voice soft and laced with longing, and he looked up at you, a question in his gaze, waiting for any hint of hesitation.
But you only pulled him closer, guiding him to you as your hands roamed his back, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch. He leaned down again, his lips finding yours as the kiss deepened, turning into something that went beyond wordsâa culmination of everything youâd both been holding back.
In that moment, every barrier fell away, and you lost yourselves in each other, the moment filled with soft murmurs, quiet laughter, and the tender, passionate intimacy youâd both waited far too long to share.
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ê° đđđđđźđ«đąđ§đ ê± billionaire!scaramouche x reader
ê° đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ ê± nsfw content. reader gambling in a casino. rough sex. creampie. squirting. literally not proofread at all </3
ê° đŹđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ ê± betting dollars upon dollars with a billionaire. surely a good idea! ...right?
đđđđâ i'm gonna need you all to forgive me for being away for a whole month and coming back with a half-assed fic </3 it's been really tiring but i'm doing okay! (for now)... i really do hope that you all enjoy this even though my writing is honestly a bit rusty now that i haven't written a single sentence in the month's long "break" i took. i love you all, thank you so so much for 1.5k !! đ€ + thoughts on this new layout? :3
he was just another run-of-the-mill billionaire hanging out at casinos, local and private, for the ordinary people and the rich. you just so happen to be a regular at a specific casino and bar called the 'devil's temptation'. you spend a few hours of your day there every week or so, taking home stacks of your winnings home each time you go.
you were quite well known by the other regulars as a money magnet of sorts due to your high win rate whichever game you play, especially poker. your night was going on normally as per usual, well, until a man approached you.
"care for a game or two, pretty lady?"
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"royal flush." yet another easy win on your part. you smiled at the man softly as you layed down your hand. he simply chuckles and looks at you lustfully, "huh, well played, indeed. though, why don't you say we make a... different type of bet this time?" he's being quite vague, you raise an eyebrow at him, "do you mind elaborating?"
a smirk from him as a reply, "accompany me to my mansion for the night, then you'll see." hesitant yet curious, you agreed. but how in hell would you have thought the said bet would end up with you getting fucked by the man named scaramouche?
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"fuck...!" a loud whimper rips through your throat at the way he thrusted in and out of your sensitive cunt, you tried your hardest not to cum. after all, that was your deal, if he came first, he'd give up over a million dollars to you in the form of a cheque. but if you were to cum first, you'd be his, body, heart, and soul.
your upper body had already surrendered to him as your face was buried in a pillow, your torso flat on the fine silk sheets of his bed. your elbows failed in keeping you held up as he fucked you relentlesslyâhard, deep, and fast.
"c'me on, don't you wanna cum around my cock, baby?" he insists and brings his hand over to grope at one of your breasts, squeezing at its' softness and using his fingers to tease your nipples. you nod, to answer his question. but of course you didn't, you wanted to win the bet. who would refuse a large amount of money?
...but maybe you'll have another chance at such an offer.
your body couldn't take any more. you bit the soft pillow in front of you to muffle out the lewd moan you mewled out as your body shivered intensely at the euphoric feeling that hit you hard like a truck.
a dark chuckle from behind, "guess you're mine now, yeah?" he whispers before pulling out all the way, only to slam back inside to earn yet another symphony of moans straight from your drooling lips. his own mouth latches onto your neck to kiss, lick, and even bite at the flesh, leaving marks all over from the area of your neck to your shoulder.
his hand trails further down to pinch at your clit, causing you to scream out his name in extreme ecstasy, squirting as you completely dampen the sheetsâall the while he began to shoot ropes and ropes of his cum deep inside of your pussy, reaching your womb.
not even a minute to calm down from your highs, he was already repositioning the two of you. firm grips from his hands laying you on your back and manhandling you right where he wanted you to be. a delicious mating press. it didn't take long for him to slide back into your warmth.
#âĄ. signed by yza â°Â°ïœĄâ#âĄ. dearest kuni â°Â°ïœĄâ#âĄ. late night thoughts â°Â°ïœĄâ#scaramouche smut#scaramouche x reader#scaramouche x you#scaramouche x y/n#genshin smut#genshin x reader#fem!reader
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A Love (Not) Torn Apart
pairings: daryl dixon x fem!reader (takes place in alexandria)
warnings: not much, fluff, crack, alcohol consumption, some shouting, maybe ooc daryl? the images at the top DO NOT indicate any physical appearance of the reader
a/n: iâve been meaning to write something for this fine ass man for a while but Iâve been having a major writer block and busy with my junior hairdresser exam BUT i stumbled upon this post by @angelwings-crossbowstrings and i just had to turn it into a story. also iâve been binge reading and rereading all of @dixons-sunshine works. sheâs an amazing writing with enjoyable writing and also gave me some motivation to write somethingđ€ anyways this had me laughing at work and trying to write in-between customersđ
The sun had long dipped behind the walls of Alexandria, and the sky was an inky black, littered with stars.
You barely remember how it started. One minute, you were lounging on the couch, minding your own business and chatting with Carol after a particularly tough day in Alexandria. The next? Well, you were plasteredâthanks to the moonshine Carol stashed away "for special occasions." She called this a special occasion because she was "bored," and apparently boredom justified cracking open a bottle. You didnât argue. Why would you? It had been a rough week.
You shouldâve known better. Youâre not much of a drinker.
You have always had a low alcohol tolerance. When you got drunk, you would often do the most stupidly odd things.
Like the day you got shitfaced drunk and told Rick you could outshoot him blindfolded, almost shooting the man in the damn head. Or the day you insisted Daryl hand over your marriage papers so you could set it ablaze, saying, quote, 'Good luck returning me without the fucking receipt, Dixon!' Before collapsing into his embrace.
However, following Rick's incident, there was always a 10-foot radius check for weapons if you and a drink were present.
Now, youâre sitting in the middle of the living room floor, sobbing uncontrollably. Your hair is a wild messâlike, wilder than usualâand your hand clutches an old, tattered Polaroid picture of Darylâs wife.
Except... you are Darylâs wife.
 It was an old, weathered picture of you and Daryl taken back when things werenât so apocalyptic. You looked happy in itâprobably because there wasnât a horde of walkers trying to eat you at the time. Your arm was looped around Darylâs waist, and he had that rare, soft smile on his face. It was a picture you loved.
Right now, though? You hated it.
"Sheâs so pretty!" you wail, voice wobbling dramatically, holding up the photo to no one in particular. âHow did he end up with someone so gorgeous?â Your head lolls back as you take another swig from the bottle of moonshine in your hand. âIâm never gonna be as good as her!"
Across the room, Carol watches from her seat with a mixture of amusement and concern, sipping from her own glass. Sheâs been trying to calm you down, but her efforts havenât been successful. At this point, sheâs just waiting for the storm to pass. Rick, however, looking for Daryl, steps through the door right at the pinnacle of your emotional breakdown.
âCarol,â Rick begins, eyeing your tear-streaked face and the empty bottle in your hand. âWhy is Y/N cryinâ?â
âSheâs drunk,â Carol responds, deadpan, like that explains everything. Which, in all fairness, it kind of does.
Rick looks at you, then back at Carol, eyebrows raised. âAnd?â
Carol lets out a long breath, like sheâs explained this one too many times. âShe saw a picture of Darylâs wife.â
Rick frowns in confusion, scratching the back of his head. "But⊠she is Darylâs wife."
âI know,â Carol deadpans.
Rick shoots her an incredulous look. âShe donât realize thatâs her?â
Carol just shrugs. "You ever try reasoning with a drunk person?"
Rickâs eyes narrow slightly as he processes the absurdity of the situation. âWhereâs Daryl?â
Carol shakes her head, an amused grin tugging at the corners of her lips. âShe kicked him out for cheatinâ. Heâs in the garage, waitinâ it out."
Rick looks like heâs about to say something, but instead, he just shakes his head, rubbing the bridge of his nose with a sigh and decides to approach you instead, âY/N?â
You hear Rickâs voice, but you canât bring yourself to respond.Â
Rickâs footsteps draw closer, and you can see him out of the corner of your eye. Heâs frowning, his brows pulling together in confusion. Thatâs the look. The âwhat the hell is going onâ look. Youâve seen it plenty of times before. He squats down in front of you, hands resting on his knees as he assesses the situation.
Your face screws up again, tears welling as you shove the bottle toward Rick in a grand gesture of misery. âHeâs cheating on me!â
Rick recoils slightly, probably because your breath smells like a distillery at this point. âUh... what?â
âHeâs cheating!â you repeat, throwing your arms wide like this should be obvious to everyone around you. You wave the photo in the air dramatically, like you were presenting your case to the high court. âWith someâsome woman!â
Rick looks at Carol again, completely confused by how your drunken brain came up with this. Carol just shrugs, but there's a slight twitch in the corner of her mouth like sheâs fighting a smile.
âOkay... slow down,â Rick says cautiously, rubbing the back of his neck. Heâs good with walkers, not so good with drunk people. Especially drunk people who are screaming about imaginary affairs. âWhoâs he cheating with?â
You look around conspiratorially before leaning in like youâre about to spill the worldâs most scandalous secret. âHis wife,â you whisper dramatically, as if that explains everything.
Rickâs brow furrows again. âBut... youâre his wife.â
You nod enthusiastically, your head wobbling a little. âExactly! Heâs cheating on me with me!â You hiccup, your hand flying up to cover your mouth. The bottle dangles dangerously from your other hand.Â
 You knew this day would come. Itâs just like you always fearedâDarylâs finally realized he deserves better. Someone prettier, smarter, and far less dramatic than you. Youâre sure of it. You pull the Polaroid close to your face and squint at it.
"Look at her," you sniffle, voice thick with drunken emotion. âLook at how flawless she is. Heâs probably out there with her right now!"Â
Rick and Carol share a look, clearly unsure of how to handle this. Carol steps forward, cautiously approaching you like youâre a wild animal. âY/N,â she says softly, âhoney, thatâs⊠thatâs a picture of you.â
You blink, turning the photo back toward you and studying it intensely, your brows furrowing in concentration. âWhat?â
âThatâs you in the picture,â Carol repeats gently, trying not to laugh.
You frown deeply, staring at the woman in the photo. âNo, itâs not!â you argue, shaking your head as if theyâve lost their minds. âI donât look like thisâsheâs so beautiful!â You lean forward, grabbing Carol by the arm, eyes wide with desperation. âCarol, how could he do this to me?â
Carol struggles to keep her composure. âHe didnât do anything to you, Y/N. Youâre drunk.â
You collapse back on the carpeted floor, letting out a fresh wave of sobs. âIâm gonna divorce him! And thenâand thenâheâll regret it!â The words come out in a slurred mess, your anger morphing back into sadness almost instantly. âHe doesnât even care! I kicked him out and everything.â
Rick pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing like heâs aged a hundred years in the last five minutes. He turns to Carol. âOkay. Where did you say Daryl was?â
You choose to answer instead before Carol can speak. âWho cares?! Heâs probably with her right now!â You hiccup again, and then your face scrunches up as if youâre about to cry harder. âIâm his wife, Rick! And heâs out there... with her! Sheâs... sheâs prettier than me!â
Carol lets out a bark of laughter at that, and even Rick cracks a smile despite himself. âY/N, you are his wife.â
âI know!â you sob, throwing your head back in despair. âItâs awful!â
Rick lets out another long-suffering sigh. âAlright. Iâm gonna go find Daryl.â
âHeâs in the garage.â Carol mutters, and decides to console your hysterical self for the tenth time while Rick brings in Daryl.
âHeâs gonna have to crawl back to me on his knees.â
Carol pats your shoulder. âOh, Iâm sure he will.â
You sniffle, nodding. âHeâs justâŠheâs a man. They do dumb things sometimes.â
Carol tries to keep a straight face, but the corners of her mouth twitch. âRight. Exactly.â
After what seems like hours but is really just a few minutes, you hear the familiar sound of the front door opening and closing, with Daryl and Rick returning inside.Â
Carol managed to peel the bottle of moonshine from between your fingers and pull you over to the couch, so you're now slumped over on the couch with the bottle somewhere in the kitchen. Your eyes narrow when you see him, but youâre too tiredâand too drunkâto get up.
When Carol sees Daryl and Rick arrive, she gives Daryl a nod and decides to call it a night, returning home and leaving you to Daryl. Rick also says a quick goodbye to Daryl before leaving you two to be.
âIâm still mad at you,â you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest and looking away.
Daryl crouches down infront of you, resting his arms on his knees. âI know.â
âIâm divorcing you.â
Daryl smirks, brushing some hair out of your face. âYouâre not divorcinâ me.â
âAm too.â
âNope.â
You let out a dramatic sigh and lean into his shoulder, tucking your face in his neck, too exhausted to fight anymore. âI hate that picture.â
Daryl chuckles, wrapping an arm around you as he pulls you to your feet. âYeah, well, I ainât too fond of it myself rightâ now.â He helps you inside, your steps wobbly as you lean against him, your anger slowly dissolving into sleepy acceptance.
âI was just... so mad,â you mumble, your voice slurred as you nuzzle against his chest. âDidnât mean to kick you out.â
âI know, sweetheart,â Daryl murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âLetâs get you to bed.â
âStill... divorcing you tomorrow.â
Daryl just shakes his head with a smile as he helps you up the stairs. âSure you are, darlinâ. Sure you are.â
Daryl walks you towards the bedroom with the patience of a saint, keeping an arm securely wrapped around your waist as your legs wobble like a newborn fawn. Youâre still grumbling under your breath, your words slurred and barely coherent, but your determination to maintain your fury has not wavered. Not entirely.
âYou didnât even say sorry,â you mumble, leaning heavily against him as you stumble over the threshold. âShould make you sleep outside again.â
Daryl chuckles softly, his grip tightening just enough to keep you from tripping over the rug. âYeah, Iâll make sure to apologize first thing in the morninâ, sweetheart. Câmon, letâs get you upstairs.â
âNooo,â you protest, your feet dragging with exaggerated effort. âYou gotta... gotta say it now. Orâdivorce.â Your head wobbles dangerously as you point a finger at his chest, your attempt to look stern falling completely flat.
Daryl shakes his head with an amused smirk, scooping you up in his arms in one swift motion. âAinât divorcinâ me if youâre too drunk to remember how.â
You give a half-hearted squawk of protest, but the sound dissolves into a giggle as he carries you upstairs. âI can remember!â you declare, though youâre already nuzzling into the crook of his neck, the warmth of him seeping through your foggy brain. âDaryl Dixon... divorced... for beinâ a big, dumb... dumbass.â
He reaches the bedroom and gently deposits you on the bed. You flop back like a rag doll, limbs splayed out as if youâve completely given up on the world. âThatâs a real solid case you got there,â Daryl mutters, shaking his head in amusement as he reaches down to tug off your boots.
You wiggle your toes when your feet are freed, watching him with a lazy, half-lidded gaze. âYup. Real solid,â you repeat, mimicking his accent with a sloppy grin. âIâm real smart, you know. Like... a genius.â
Daryl pulls a face like heâs seriously contemplating this. âA genius, huh?â
âYup,â you confirm, clearly proud of yourself. âGenius. Thatâs why Iâm divorcinâ you. âCause... geniuses donât put up with cheaters.â
He snorts and moves to grab a glass of water from the bedside table, holding it out to you. âHere. Drink.â
You take the glass but make no move to actually drink from it, instead eyeing Daryl suspiciously. âWhatâs this?â
âItâs water.â
âWater?â You narrow your eyes like heâs trying to trick you. âWhat for?â
âTo sober you up,â Daryl explains, deadpan. âSo you can remember all this nonsense tomorrow.â
You stick out your lower lip in a pout but finally lift the glass to your lips, taking a tentative sip. You immediately make a face like itâs the most offensive thing youâve ever tasted, pushing the glass back at him. âI donât like it.â
Daryl chuckles again, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he takes the glass and sets it back on the table. âAinât supposed to like it. Itâs just water.â
âDoesnât taste like moonshine,â you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest as if this is some great injustice.
âYeah, well, you ainât gettinâ any more moonshine tonight,â Daryl says, his voice low and teasing as he crouches down to pull the covers over you. âNow, settle down.â
You huff, wriggling around as you try to find a comfortable position. âStill mad,â you mumble, though your words are getting softer, your body succumbing to the overwhelming need for sleep. âDivorce papers... in the morninâ.â
Daryl lets out a soft chuckle, lying down next to you and pulling you into his chest. âSure thing, darlinâ. Iâll be waitinâ for âem.â
You curl up against him, burying your face in his chest with a content sigh despite your earlier threats. âBetter be sorry,â you mumble one last time, already drifting off into a heavy, alcohol-induced sleep.
âReal sorry,â Daryl mutters, his lips brushing against your hair. âReal sorry for marryinâ such a stubborn little thing.â
The next morning hits like a freight train.
Your eyelids flutter open, and the sunlight streaming through the window feels like itâs stabbing directly into your skull. With a groan, you roll over and immediately regret it. Your head throbs, your mouth is drier than the Sahara desert, and your entire body feels like itâs been dragged through a pit of walkers. Twice.
âOh my God,â you croak, pressing a hand to your forehead. âNever drinking again. Ever.â
From beside you, Daryl lets out a quiet laugh. âYeah, Iâve heard that one before.â
You crack one eye open, glaring at him through the blinding light. âIâm serious.â
âMhm.â Heâs sitting up on his elbow, watching you with an infuriating smirk. âYou said the same thing last time you drank, too. After you told Rick you could outshoot him blindfolded.â
You groan again, dragging a pillow over your face. âPlease tell me I didnât do anything stupid last night.â
âOh, nothinâ too stupid,â Daryl says casually, but you can hear the laughter in his voice. âJust threatened to divorce me. You know, normal stuff.â
You freeze under the pillow, a wave of embarrassment washing over you. Slowly, you pull the pillow down just enough to peek out at him. â...What?â
âYup,â Daryl confirms with a smug grin. âKicked me out of the house for âcheatinâ on youâ with yourself.â
You groan again, throwing the pillow at his face with all the energy you can muster. âOh my God, shut up.â
He catches the pillow easily, laughing as he sets it aside. âAinât lettinâ you live that one down, sweetheart.â
You cover your face with your hands, mortified. âPlease tell me youâre kidding.â
âNope,â Daryl says with a pop of the âp,â clearly enjoying your misery. âCarol and Rick were real concerned. Thought theyâd have to draw up them divorce papers right then and there.â
You peek out from between your fingers, narrowing your eyes at him. âI hate you.â
He leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead with that same infuriating smirk. âLove you too.â
You try to scowl at him, but itâs hard to stay mad when heâs looking at you like that. Still, you groan and roll over, burying your face in the pillow again. âIâm never drinking again,â you mutter into the fabric.
Daryl chuckles, lying back down beside you and pulling you into his arms. âSure you arenât, darlinâ. Sure you arenât.â
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HI! HELLO!! đ€đ«¶đ»
first of all i really love your writing! the way you write is just amazing! i absolutely love your works and always come back to re-read some of them!! keep writing and don't forget to take care of yourself and drink lots of water!!! đ„șđ©·
anyways i wants to request something if it's not too much of a bother askjkasksj
dom!m!nerdy reader and sub!badboy with a whole load of crying from overstimulation, praise k!nk, size diff (tall!reader) and dumbification OOOHHHH IM GONNA GO FERAL đ”âđ«
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2knote. aww, this is so sweet of you. I appreciate it, thank you so much and I hope you enjoy this one. take care of yourself too and get some rest. lmk if you arenât actually anon angelwing.
Every nerve was set on fire, blood pumping hot in his system as beads of sweat tingled down his forehead to his chest. It doesnât help with the sudden high temperature of the room, especially not the uncontrollable throbbing in the center of his thighs. âShhh,â your voice brings him back from his clouded state, grounding him. âwonât you look at that? Youâre doing so great, practically sucking me in.â
He whimpers, oh how badly he wanted to punch off the smug way you were holding him up with his knees that threatened to buckle. His head tilted up to look at you, eyebrows knitting together in an attempt to appear threatening. Instead, he seems even more fucked out, tight hole squeezing your length with every push.
âSh- shut up.â He grits, though tears sprouted and occupied his vision. Fuck, he hated you. The complete opposite of him, a reckless bastard, and you, the smart and adored one.
He hated how heâd perk up when youâd speak, listening to how your voice practically caressed the words you were uttering. Wishing that in lieu of you giving out the correct answer, youâd say his name and and â heâs definitely out of it. âDonât say things like that, pretty thing,â
That fucking glint in your eye and how youâd scold him if he stepped out of line, he despised that even more. He clenched around you, gripping your cock tightly, silently begging for you to cum inside of him. It was overwhelming, flushed and sweaty skin bumping rhythmically against each other and making his mind hazy with pleasure.
You were supposed to hate him, not treat him as if he was the most valuable thing in the world. âShit, thatâs it.â You groan, rolling your hips into the spasming warmth that warned to milk you for all you were worth. âSo good for me, haaah, yeah, take my cock.â
And he was. âNnngghââ stop talking is what heâs unable to retort with. Each thought is combining with one another, jumbled nonsense forming in his head and his mouth agape, only to gift pretty little moans and hushed whimpers to your ears.
He canât stop the tears, bottom lip trembling and heâs clamping down all over again. Youâre brushing against that spot which causes his back to arch off the wall, eliciting a breathy groan from him. Heâs leaking on his stomach, pre-cum pathetically gathering up and slicking himself with his own fluid.
âItâs okay, let it out. Youâre okay, yeah?â You grind your hips, aiming for it and he swears heâs going to kill you when he cums hard from just that. His body trembles, numbed, gasping for air and the only thought echoing is your damn mouth that canât shut.
âListen. Ahâ look so pretty like this, all for me.â He can barely move a muscle, your thumb smearing his release around the sensitive tip. Briefly, he wonders if youâll stop.
You donât.
One of his palms reach out to you, weakly pushing at your arm as he sniffles. Youâre rolling â on the brink of pounding â into him, set on getting him brainless beneath you. He canât say it, canât tell you to fuck off because you feel too good and heâs still got energy left. The overstimulation has a faint hint of pain pinching him, but heâs too distracted by the way you donât quit.
You mustâve gotten to him. âDoing such an amazing job for me, sweetheart.â
He sobs, not quite recovering from his orgasm yet. How youâre crowding him sends him reeling, dizzy, and incredibly horny. He grabs the back of your head, tugging on the strands as he yanks you down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss. You can make out the salty taste of his tears due to the unrelenting thrusts, his poor body not catching one break, and that has you pushing your tongue inside of his mouth.
When you finally pull away, he whimpers in disappointment. But then, you speak up;
âYou can give me one more.â Itâs not a request. Itâs a demand.
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I just can't let this perfect opportunity slip... What about a Daryl x f!reader post-outbreak song fic with âSo High Schoolâ by Taylor leading your wonderful mind??? đ
Clandestine Meetings
Daryl Dixon x fem!Greene!Reader
Summary: You sneak out to meet Daryl in the watch tower - the first moment of privacy you share since months.
Warnings: 18+!!! Minors do not interact! veeery suggestive smut/'smut' (not very graphic, but it's there), fluff, we ignore the age, humour?
Set in Season 3!
Word Count: 1,4k
a/n: Thank you for requesting, my friend! I don't know if it fits 'So High School', but that's what my mind came up with. Hope you like it! đ€
Daryl Masterlist °ââą Masterlist °ââą Echoes of Hope Masterlist
The sun was about to set when you made your way out of the C-Block. Snuck was probably the more fitting word, though. You snuck your way out of the C-Block. To your luck was everybody else occupied with other things, so you had more or less free rein to get unnoticed to your destination... The watch tower. Once you reached the yard, you adjusted the rifle strapped around your shoulder; a victorious smile spreading on your lips.
You crowed too soon.
"Y/N?" A very familiar voice suddenly cut through the air and caused you to stop dead in your motion. "What are you doing out here? Where are you goin'? It's almost dark..." Maggie... Your sister.
"Damn..." You cursed under your breath; now seeing her approaching you, wearing some of the police gear. A bloody knife was in her hands.
You lifted your head to meet her eyes. "I could ask you the same, y'know," you retorted playfully; hoping that you'd somehow get out of this situation. Maggie frowned for a moment; stepping closer. "Been out with Glenn; fixing the fence and gettin' rid of some walkers." "Ah..." You nodded, "Ya sure do look like it." and giggled; still hoping to get away.
"Where are you goin'? We shouldn't walk 'round here alone. Especially at night. Even though the yard is cleared." "I'm not plannin' to walk around," you immediately said; lifting your hands in surrender. "Don't worry, sis." Your sister crossed her arms over her armoured chest; a stern expression on her face - and you knew immediately that she wasn't up for jokes anymore. She was being serious now. "Spit it out, Y/N - and it better be the truth." You sighed defeated; knowing that you had lost. Well, perhaps you were just really bad at lying and keeping a pokerface. "I wanted to go to the watch tower," you finally admitted; nodding towards the tall building at the foot of the prison. "The watch tower?" Maggie raised a suspicious eyebrow. "Since when are you on watch this late?" "I'm not." You shook your head. "But, uh, Daryl is."
Maggie looked at you surprised. "Daryl?" You nodded; biting your lip. "Uh.Huh. Thought I keep him company for a bit." "Keep him company?" "Mhm."
Your sister gave you a suspicious look, before crossing her arms over her chest. "Is there somethin' I should know about?" "No," you said, but the pink on your cheeks was betraying you. "Y/N..." Maggie pushed; your awkward behaviour rising only more suspicions. "Okay, fine!" You sighed once more. Yeah. you had lost. For real now. Maggie wouldn't let you go without telling her the whole truth. She took her sister role very seriously.
"I, uh, I really like Daryl. Have been since the farm and well, uh, we're kinda together?"
A big smile stretched over Maggie's face. "Honestly? I suspected that you two were a thing." You blinked; shocked and surprised. "W-Wha'? How?" Her smile widened as stepped closer; wrapping an arm around you. "The looks you give each other? Him always making sure you're safe? Especially when we were on the road? I noticed, sis. You two were being not quite subtle..." Your cheeks reddened even more at her words. "Hey, sweetie. No need to be embarrassed 'bout it. I'm happy for you, truly. Daryl is a good man - but if he hurts you, I'll still cut off his balls." You couldn't help but giggle; your nervosity finally melting away. "He won't, Maggie. He's a keeper." "I know. I'm just sayin'..." Your sister said and started to walk away. Halfway, though, she turned back to face you; a smug grin on her lips. "Hey, sis?" "Yeah?" "If you need some, Glenn and I can spare a few condoms," she hollered over; winking and causing you to blush once again. "Maggie!" "What?" She laughed. "Wrap it 'fore you tap it." You rolled your eyes and reached inside your pocket; fishing for something. Once you found the little foil package, you lifted it up for Maggie to see. "I know! I'm prepared!"
Your sister's smirk even widened, "See you in the morning then." and winked at you once more. Before she could walk away, you stopped her. "Maggie?" Again she faced you. "Don't tell daddy yet, okay?" Your sister nodded, "I won't. This is up to you." and truly walked away this time.
Your gaze lingered on her for a moment, before you made your way to the watch tower; silently closing the door behind you and walking up the steps to reach the top door. Cautiously, you stepped inside; finding Daryl gazing out of the window.
"Yer late," his deep, gruff voice urged to your ears as he turned with the tiniest smirk twitching on the corner of his lips. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that. I, uh, ran into my sister on the way." He shook his head, "'No need ta apologise, darlin'. Hell, 'm happy ya even came." and put his crossbow carefully down; leaning it against the wall beside you rifle.
You raised a playful eyebrow at him. "Why on earth shouldn't I? This is the first time we have some real privacy since the farm." Daryl shrugged his shoulders; chewing on his bottom lip. "Dunno. Coulda lost interest in me or somethin'." "Lose interest in you?" You asked almost in disbelief, "Daryl..." and stepped closer to the archer. You casually leaned against his broad body; hands playing with the buttons of his ruby coloured shirt. "I will never lose interest in you. I love you way too much for that - and the things you make me feel."
A small, smug smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. "The things I make ya feel, huh? Tha' good?" You scoffed and playfully slapped his chest. "You know damn well it is."
The archer held your intense gaze for another moment, before he cupped your cheeks and without further ado connected your lips with his; dragging you into a fierce, passionate kiss. A kiss which was enough to light up the fire between you.
With his lips still hungrily moving against yours, Daryl's big hands went to grab your waist and swiftly turn you around in order to urge you forward. When the back of your thighs collided with the edge of a little desk, you knew what Daryl had in mind. Before you were even able to finish your thought, one of Daryl's strong arms engulfed your waist and effortlessly lifted you onto the desk. A soft squeak escaped your lips at his sudden movement, but it quickly faded into a moan as the archer started to latch on your neck; his arm still firmly wrapped around you.
"D..." You gasped and tried to somehow signal him that you were in desperate need of more; arms clinging to his broad upper body. But the man was so lost in you and your sweet scent, that he didn't notice. So, you had to take the steering wheel.
Wrapping your legs around his thighs, you urged him closer; hips colliding with yours. A deep, guttural grunt left Daryl's lips. He pulled back to look at you; pupils blown wide - swallowed by love and desire. Now he got the hint.
Wetting his lips, he made quick work to open your tech-wear pants. "Get rid of 'em, will ya?" He grunted with a nod; now undoing his own rugged jeans. You giggled at his sudden impatience; shedding your pants and underwear, before hopping back onto the desk.
Daryl stepped between your open legs; calloused fingers dancing over your bare thighs, causing goosebumps to spread across your skin.
In a swift motion, he hooked his palms underneath the back of your knees and pulled you forwards; lips crashing against yours once again. Before your hazy brain was able to catch up, were Daryl's hips moving against yours. All you could do was moan into his kiss and hold onto the archer for dear life.
"D-Daryl..." You breathed; fingers clawing into his angel-winged vest. You could feel him shaking his head against your shoulder. "I-I know, s-sunshine," he grunted; biceps bulging at how tightly he grasped the edge of the wooden desk. You moaned; burying one hand in his hair, which had grown quite a lot in the past months.
Moments later, you fell into the sweet abyss of pleasure together.
The archer was panting hard against your neck; palms now resting on your thighs. "I love ya, too." You giggled and turned your head to press a lingering kiss against his scruff cheek.
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diving in | tbz eric sohn
âyou said you wanted to surf with me. Let me show you something while Iâm at it.â
pairing » the boyz eric sohn x fem!reader
trope/au » established relationship, non-idol au!
genre »â smut 18+ (PLEASE MDNI!!) đ (kinda) surfer eric, some fluff
word count; estimated reading time » 1970; ~8 mins
warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » dom!eric, sub!reader, public sex (on a surfboard in the ocean, quite far away from the rest of the crowd), praising (reader receiving), dirty talk (not explicit), begging (reader to eric), pet name (baby girl, pretty girl), nickname (buff puppy; reader to eric), fingering (reader receiving), marking and kisses on skin (reader receiving), reader has medium-long hair, reader wears a bikini, eric is shirtless, eric and reader are the same height, eric implied to have a bigger build, orgasm denial (once), cum tasting (eric to reader)
navi/masterlist!! đ€
happy birthday bubba @mosviqu đ„° just a little something for you đ« thank you for proofreading and helping with warnings last minute @sanaxo-o đ„°
In between your chaotic university schedule and unhelpful teammates in your group work, came Eric's idea to take a day at the beach. You're more than enlightened at the idea, already sorting the day's wardrobe in your head.
Now, the toasted sand tickles between the crevices and around your bare feet, but you don't flinch, feeling your muscles relax instead. Your exposed stomach and back bask in the sun, delightful at the kiss from the sun. Eric walks beside you, his right hand protectively landing on your waist, pulling you closer to him; reminding the others around you to stop looking at your lower cheeks and upper chest which makes him scowl.
"You're looking hot but I hate how others can see you like this." Tucking his hand on the aide waistband on your bottoms and letting the material slap your skin.
You raise an eyebrow at him, your head dipping and rising at his exposed chest, "Speak for yourself, you buff puppy."
There and then comes Eric's light and golden smile that had you since day one, that only seemed all the more attractive with the limited skin contact that you share due to your light blue bikini and his pink swimmers. For Eric, it's the fact that the sight of you like this makes him want to take you right then and there, but he needed to stay civil in the public place.
You made your temporary post in the crowded space, spreading your beach towel and your belongings under the beach umbrella that you recently bought. Eric sticks his surfboard onto the sand next to where you would be sitting, creating more walls from the setting yet still scorching sun. You both settle in, popping off the cap of your sunscreen.
"Need help?" Knowing well enough that you will accept it.
A generous amount is applied to his palm and Eric guides you to sit between his spread legs as he begins applying the lotion starting from your shoulders and along your spine. You should've known that he was plotting something for even though you couldn't see the spreading grin on his face, his hands did all the talking. From the curve of your shoulder, coming to curve to your chest.
Slightly turning your head around, you shoot him a raised eyebrow but he feigns a straight face. His fingers go beneath the shoulder strap, following the line to your breasts. At least, you thought he would be groping you over the clothing but were proved wrong when your hardened buds were between his fingers that swiped and tugged making your back straighten.
"E-Eric---" Looking around at the oblivious children and parents. You couldn't help but squirm into him, the tip of his finger now circling your sensitive buds.
A hand flies to cover your mouth and Eric only shoots you a smile at the way your lips tremble in pleasure. "Good girl." Oh, he's crazy to call you that in public. "Looking all pretty for me."
"Oh..." His fingers tap teasingly towards your clothed mound, making your legs close instinctively. Eric clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth in disapproval, to which you shakily open your shaking legs once more to him. You know where this is going and you should probably keep some public dignity but how could you when the length of his fingers covers your slit, brushing you in an upwards motion, proud of the dampening fabric that he's created?
Your head falls back onto his shoulder, gasping for the air above. The whimpers that you let out are now clearer and closer to your boyfriendâs ears and once again, it takes Eric everything to not turn you around, tug both your underwear down and guide your surely pooling arousal around his hardening part.
But heâs got better ideas than what you both usually do behind closed doors. The fact that youâre gripping onto his forearm, gasping for air and his touch despite only having a minimal amount of coverage to the world around you makes the idea in his head all the more interesting to try. Without another word, Eric retracts his arm, scooting backwards before standing up.
Your furrowed eyebrows contrasted with the cute jut of your lower lip as your head turned, eyes following to see him retrieve his surfboard from the sand, tucking it below his arm. Eric winks at you and before you can protest your disappointment about the building orgasm, he crouches eye level with you, stealing a peck from your lips.Â
âCome on,â he tilts his head towards the body of water, âyou said you wanted to surf with me. Let me show you something while Iâm at it.â
You couldn't see through that mischievous smirk and that annoyingly charming wink sent once again. Even though you rolled your eyes and heaved a heavy sigh, he knew that you would accept the hand that he has put out for you. Just like before, his fingers curve around the side of your waist, the surfboard from before under his arm as you both make your way to the crowded ocean.
At first, everything is civil. You both cupped your hands together to splash the salty liquid on each otherâs faces, innocent and beaming in the summer. Eric would use the board as a barrier from your attacks and in turn, you would shout at how unfair he was being in the fight. The cooling water around you and the way the sand below you would most probably get between your feet when you walk back. The particles of sand would also be around your body, stuck between the gap between your bikini and your skin. But itâs fun and spending this time to just forget about your priorities is great, especially when you can do it with the love of your life.Â
Itâs true when people say time passes by fast when you have fun for with each passing splash to each otherâs faces, the sun sets and the temperature drops even more, and Ericâs love and warmth for you becomes all the more evident. As you have fun together, youâve reached a part of the area where itâs more secluded. The laughter of the families, squealing children and somewhat worried parents were quite a distance---itâs enough for you both to be moderately loud together; whatever those noises may be from. Eric pulls his body onto the floating board, legs straddling on each side, eyes forward towards the horizon and sunset. You gazed up at him with adoration, resting your arm onto the unoccupied part of the board as you gaze at the scene too.Â
He admires the scenery in front of him, alternating between that and you next to him still in the water. You're left still in the water until he acknowledges you once more with a kiss, slotting his lips between yours. His thumb and index trap your chin, controlling the flow of the kiss. Eric smiles at the swipes of his tongue that would make your eyes slightly roll back. Your hands grip his thigh, slightly pushing him down in an attempt to dive into the kiss further. To the shaky movement, Eric tightens his hold on your chin, separating your wet lips with an innocent shake of his head.
âDonât make me fall, baby girl,â He warns you softly. âCome here.â He pats on the board in front of him, instructing you to get on the board with minimal movement.Â
Because of your lack of experience with the surfboard and everything about surfing, it was a little bit of a struggle to get on the rocky surface. The natural waves didnât help you either. But Ericâs skilful balancing skills, tilting his upper body to the opposite side of the board of where you are to maintain his drying hair eventually made you both succeed in sitting together to watch the sunset in his arms. With his hands on your waist, he pulls you and himself closer, loving the feeling of your exposed back on his defined chest.
You exhale at the feeling, leaning and putting your weight onto him. To be honest, you could fall asleep to the sound of the waves, Ericâs humming and the way his thumb caress your skin. But Eric did not want you to fall asleep---he wanted the opposite of your snores and relaxed brain. His hands start to trail down, following the downward curve of your thigh, again towards your core that you couldnât tell if it was your arousal or the sea. You gasp at how he didnât bother to tease you from above your underwear, tugging cloth to one side, inserting one finger straight into your pooling hole.
âYou can be louder,â he encourages the whiny moans that you started to voice, âTheyâre all away from us.â Referring to earlier when you were in a âmoreâ crowded place.Â
Eric made use of his mouth, opened lips landing on the area between your neck and your shoulder. He makes his mark along the slide, sucking open-mouthed kisses while his fingers start to increase the pace, driving you to your wave. Your thighs start shaking, just like your ragged breaths and the slight thrashing of your head resting laid on his shoulder. Just like he wants, your voice becomes louder, not only because youâre right next to him but because youâre starting to not care about the setting youâre in.
âKeep still,â he reminds you of the uneven surface, âif you keep moving so harshly, you wonât be able to cum.â With this, his hand that has tugged your underwear away lets go and the elastic slaps to his retracting hand increase its pace and stretch your hole as he inserts another finger.
Your hands grip his wrists, hazy eyes gazing down to see the trembling of your thighs that have started to grip the blue board as you feel the increase of your release building up. Eric syncs your moans to the plunging of his fingers inside you. The tip of his fingers reaches your sweet spot, hitting that spot each time to leave you all the more breathless. Another finger is inserted and you canât help but lean almost all your weight onto Eric now, losing your mind at how Eric constantly hits the spot that he knows all too well.
âFaster,â you beg to compensate for the orgasm he took away from you earlier. âPlease donât stop.âÂ
Eric complied with your request, turning his head towards the crook of your neck and littering soft small kisses to the back of your ear. Each time he pulls away from another peck comes another encouraging praise from all the âYouâre taking me so wellâ to the âMy pretty girlâ to the dirtier words that encourage to finally coat his fingers with a layer of you. He didnât stop at your orgasm, letting the surge of relief travel all over your body, only beginning to slow down when your breathing normalises.Â
Ericâs gaze on your side profile is adoring, his hand coming back to cover your spent core. His face comes up to nudge and trace along your jawline and he lets out a soft chuckle. âYou alright?â
You chuckle back, turning your head to nudge your nose against his, âYeah. You?â He nods and kisses you still with a wide smile. âAmazing balance you have here, Mr Sohn.â
âI know,â he wiggles his eyebrows playfully, âI am amazing.â
You couldnât argue with that statement. Eric Sohn is the love of your life after all.
âYou know what else is amazing?â You raise an eyebrow at the question. Eric gives that mischievous smirk again, lifting the three fingers that made you gasp for air a few minutes ago, âOpen up.âÂ
Diving in once more.
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what we started - jude bellingham x reader.
quick sum: based on this request! while you expected it, you didnât anticipated it for it to hurt this much. when youâre at youâre lowest is it possible for him to lift you back up? to continue his promise of his underlying love for you? even though he's your brother's best friend?
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psađŁïž: HAIII!! missed you all! hope everyone spent their breaks and or holidays well spent! hereâs a brothers bsf trope fic just bc đ€ jealous jude and slightly possesive if you squint. bold+italics are lyrics from cool about it by boygenious! i hope you enjoy!đ€
you let out a breath of fresh air, more than thankful to finally get out for winter break. It was a long semester, and don't get started on finals week. you felt like your head would explode any second if you didn't get home in the next hour. no more studying and notes for the next two weeks, just finally getting to sleep in and relax.Â
the trip home was easy and quick to your surprise, giving you a chance to get some snacks along the way so you could eat while watching a movie later on. you blocked out any noise from outside, listening to the song cool about it by boygenious which played loudly on your phone, was it a good idea even though your head hurt? yes, yes it was.Â
your eyebrows squinted at the amount of cars parked in the driveway and sidewalk. quickly realizing that your brother's friends and yours were here. you groan inwardly, finally thinking you had a moment of peace but were proven wrong. as much as you loved them, and still a certain individual, you wanted to be alone for the night. just you and your stuffed animals.Â
before opening the door, a sudden wave of nervousness arrived upon you. your body was telling you to go inside and greet everyone, but then again your head spoke differently and decided to make you overthink. as you reached for the knob you pulled your hand back, was he here? the man you'd avoided since he broke up with you three months ago?Â
jude. he was all you thought about despite it hurting. he was a forbidden man you couldn't date, made clear by your brother especially. yet that didn't stop you from going to him. to start a relationship that soon went south. not even a year you lasted together. it was all too complicated for you and him. the man you once snuck into your room so you could spend time with, could now be standing inside the door in front of you.Â
with much bravery and courage, and a little pep talk you unlocked the door and felt the warm air rush upon you. you quickly turned to the rack and took off your scarf and long trench coat, fixing the material so you could avoid the cheers and greetings from your friends behind you. you wiped your hands on your jeans smiling and waving at everyone.Â
ây/n! you made it!â your friend spoke as she rushed over and almost tumbled you to the ground. âyes iâm here, finally out for the break,â you let out hugging her tight as you still avoided the other faces. you looked around and saw everyone, your heart beating quicker as you locked eyes with familiar brown ones. the ones that taunted your dreams and in real life.Â
the unwanted memories of when you were together, the first night at the bar where heâd seen you after so long, the sneaking around to avoid getting caught but added a thrill, the late-night kisses mixed with ice cream, going to his home to see his family, and that night he cut things off, leaving you speechless and thinking you were the reason for it. your chest tightened at the familiar memories, blinking away the tears and thoughts of the things that once happened.Â
met you at the dive bar to go shoot some pool. and make fun of the cowboys with the neck tattoos. ask you easy questions about work and school.
you looked away rapidly, but jude's gaze followed you to where you were now seated on the couch, unable to look away. despite it being only three months, you looked so pretty and beautiful to him, your hair slightly longer than last time, still his y/n. your brother's little sister that he grew up along with. the one he teased and made fun of till he realized that was no longer the case. maturing was realizing that all along it was you that brought out the best in him.Â
you spoke quietly among with the girls, discussing future plans for the new year, going shopping, to dinner, maybe travel somewhere, and go clubbing to find you a man, your friends words not yours, to which jude clenched his jaw tight. he didn't care if it was only three months, it still bothered him to hear you speak of any man that wasn't him.Â
jude kept eavesdropping at your conversation with everyone, even though he was playing video games with your brother. âwe're so glad you are here! We missed you so much it felt like ages the last time we saw you, since you're either busy with school or alone in your room,â your friend said which made you giggle nervously and play with your charm bracelet.Â
jude kept quiet but kept sideyeing to see your every move. he knew you didn't feel comfortable, and slightly anxious at the amount of people surrounding you that kept asking you questions. if you were together still, he would have pulled you away from everyone making an excuse to be alone. but that wasn't the case anymore and here he was listening to your quiet and shy voice. âwe just ordered pizza and wings. will you be joining us?â ask your friend.Â
âuhm not tonight. i have plans made already with a uni lad, to go out for celebratory drinks, and i promised him i would go,â you said making your friend let out a small protest, but then gasp. âis he the guy you were telling me about? tall and wavy hair? the finance student?â your other friend asked in a small whisper, to which you nodded slowly and looked away embarrassed.Â
jude smiled painfully, leaning back onto the couch, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek, then biting the inside of his lip. he was having a hard time controlling his facial expressions, eyes digging holes into you, anger and jealousy washed upon him, fighting the urge to call you out. although he had no right to talk as he knew he had done the same and hung out with other girls. yet jude still felt hurt, sick to his stomach picturing a different man in your life, the urge to scream, to punch a wall, or maybe himself to knock sense into him.Â
i'm trying to be cool about it. feelin' like an absolute fool about it. wishin' you were kind enough to be cruel about it. tellin' myself i can always do without it. knowin' that it probably isn't true.Â
you had to lie on the spot, having to accept jaxâs invite for drinks. you could no longer stand looking or being in the same room as him. having to feel his eyes on you every minute that passed by. you felt like crying, it was still fairly new to you, but you couldn't even tell your friends because they didn't know about you or jude. You thought you were safe, that you could've handled it, but your body was continuing to process the break up, to hear and see about the girls he hung out with, that looked nothing like you.Â
you tried to forget, to forget him for the sake of your brother and friend group. however seeing him thrive in another country surrounded by the support you craved angered you. you knew part of the breakup was your fault, for failing to communicate, to be there for him. but what about those times you needed him and he wasn't there? even from the start the signs were there, you just let yourself get involved to finally be happy, to have him, to love him.Â
but i'm trying to forget about it. feelin' like i'm breaking a sweat about it. wishin' you would kindly get out of my head about it. tellin' myself one day i'll forget about it. knowin' that it probably isn't true.Â
after grabbing a quick drink from the kitchen you walked upstairs to your room, quickly glancing at jude who had a foul scowl on his face, cold eyes, and grim mouth. you debated whether you should go or stay here. your thumb hesitated to text jax and let him know you were going. yet again your body was speaking and letting you know it wouldn't be a good idea.Â
you felt so out of place and not yourself, the shock of seeing jude still running through your head. you took a seat on the small bench at the end of your bed, head in your hands as you tried to control your breathing and tears that wanted to release. you let out a small gasp at a knock at your door, standing up and wipe away the one tear that let out, being faced with the man you wanted to avoid.Â
ây/nâŠâ jude's voice was gentle and soft as he said your name, closing the door and locking it. you ignored him, your hands rubbing your arms as you felt locked in. the world went quiet when he was with you, just the two of you longing for each other. ây/n look at me babyâŠâ his voice rasped out as he walked close to you, but you walked back to create a distance. you painfully laugh and glance up, the lights suddenly dim. âyou shouldn't be here, collin can walk in at any minute,â you remark.Â
and now i have to act like i can't read your mind. i ask you how you're doing and i let you lie. but we don't have to talk about it.Â
âi donât care. let him walk in.âÂ
âjude-â
âi wanna talk, please? i know this feels strange, trust me i feel the same, but it's what we need,â jude says in a relaxed manner, making you mad at the audacity he had to demand things. âno it's what you need. trust me i'm fine, more than okay at where we currently stand,â you say smiling angrily. jude cocked his head to the side, becoming slightly agitated. âreally? you wanna do this? i'm not okay where we stand, if anything i want to fix this, us, for the sake of our friends,â he spits out.Â
âyou want to come in here, and âtryâ to fix things for our friends?â you quote with your fingers and scoff, âthat's the only thing that ever mattered to you! what everyone thinks, your friends, family, your fans, it's all you care about,â you said loudly, running a hand along your forehead and massaging your temples feeling your headache come back.Â
âseriously, you wanna bring that up right now?â he looked away laughing, before bringing his attention back to you. you rolled your eyes at his attitude, shaking your head and playing with your charm bracelet once again. this was another reason probably, the constant arguments that you had together that made it not work. âyou wanted to talk, so yeah i did bring that up.â
âfine let's talk about jack? or was it jax? the finance student you're going out with tonight? how do you want me to be cool about it? how would your brother feel if i told him?â jude crossed his arms, waiting for you to answer as a few moments of silence passed by. âyou're being unreasonable. what does that have to do with our friends?â you asked with a face plastered with confusion.
âfor starters, he's going to be around us if you date him,â your eyes widened at his words lips pursing open but continued to listen to him. âi think collin would love to know about this as well. and i wanna know who he is. who is this jax?â jude asked carefully furrowing his brows in a questioning manner, but it made you clench your jaw and swallow the hurtful words that wanted to be spilled.Â
i'll pretend being with you doesn't feel like drowning. tellin' you it's nice to see how good you're doing. even though we know it isn't true.Â
âyou have no right to ask me anything anymore? you broke up with me remember?â you pointed at yourself as you walked closer to him. âi get what i did wasnât what you expected but do you really want me to sit here and tell you it doesnât hurt to see you hook up with different girls? itâs a date jude. a date.âÂ
you grabbed your jacket and sighed in disbelief. you wanted to leave as soon as possible, you loved your friends but right now you wanted to be far from jude. even three months after breaking up, it felt freshly new to see him again. it ripped open the old scars and you werenât used to it. before you could leave, jude stopped you by the door.Â
âitâs not fair. i used to beg to get your attention, for you to talk to me! all i asked was to talk! a minute out your day, to tell me how you felt to hear your voice! you think it doesnât hurt me? to see you move on? to hear from our friends, not from you, OUR friends, that youâre going on a date?â jude spit out with fury, and now you were becoming afraid that your friends downstairs would hear you guys. especially collin.Â
âwe didnât work jude! you said so yourself that night. you didnât give me a chance for me to explain myself! you thought of you and only you! iâm sorry i couldnât give you what you wanted, i tried i did! but you were never there!â you said loudly, the bubble in your throat increasing by the second.Â
âyou never gave me the chance. you always had the mindset my brother would find out about us, and thatâs the only thing that mattered to you! we couldnât go out, and when we tried it was always an excuse for each of us. we werenât meant to be,â you said without of breath, your heart now beating faster.Â
âso now itâs my fault?â jude scoffed in disbelief, and threw his hands in the air desperately.Â
âyouâre being ridiculous,â you threw your head back in annoyance, âi'm trying to tell you how i feel about it all. it's what you're asking right? for me to be open with you even though it's too late? we both know jude, i donât know why you keep wasting your time with me. like you said that night, to you i will always be collinâs little sister,â you say, your voice breaking. jude felt like he would break, to see you crying again, he wanted to take it all back, that night back, and fight for you harder.Â
ây/n-â
âyouâll never understand whatâs its like. to not be able to have your voice heard? to be that child thatâs just there? to have so many people come over but greet you because they feel forced to. is that why you dated me, because you felt sorry for me?â you asked, jude immediately shaking his head.Â
a knock came from the door, you and jude quickly glanced at each other worried, âiâm sorry to disturb, but collin came back from outside and heâs asking for you jude,â your friend said with a low voice, giving you a small smile reassuring you she wouldn't say anything about what she heard. âdonât worry, we were just finished, heâs all yours jude,â you said sarcastically, then walked down the stairs as jude chased you after you.Â
there was still so much to be said, and he didn't want you to leave thinking he was only with you because of that. it wasnât true, he was with you because he loved you. not because you were his little sister or because he felt sorry for you, but because for once in his life he finally found someone who brought more happiness to him than anyone else could.Â
âmaybe it's for the best,â your friend spoke quietly to him, patting a hand on his shoulder. jude watched you walk out again from his life, this time you weren't standing alone, but instead with a man who could probably give you all you deserved. although he still refused to lay on these terms, no matter who you were with, a part of you will always be linked to him.Â
âjude hurry up man! the game is starting soon!,â he was forced out of his thoughts, sending a false smile to your oblivious brother. collin had no idea of the two of you, and never suspected anything which made judeâs guilt rise even more. even after repeatedly saying you were off limits, something about you couldn't keep jude away. he knew it was wrong, to fall for his best mate's sister, but why did it feel so right? like you were the person destined to meet jude?
you wouldnât even give jax a chance even if he was the last man on earth. despite being the perfect match for you, something inside you always loved jude. you had two boyfriends before jude, and the each taught you something. at the early stages with jude, it felt careless, two rebel teens chasing for love. but you wanted security, and you struggled to communicate that, pushing him away because you could never fully speak it or let it be known.Â
the so-called date went fine, but your mind kept tracing back to seeing jude after three months, him in your room, his tearful eyes watching you leave to be here with jax. it pained you to see him hurt again because of you again. you also knew it wasn't right to lead jax on, to be here so you could escape the curly-headed man that was probably still at your home.Â
jax did understand though, a man can always sense when a woman isn't interested, and the last thing he wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable or forced. after a long shared night filled with laughter and deep talks, he kissed your cheek and wished you the best of luck. âIf you need anything, please dont hesitate to reach out, okay?â he gave you knowing eyes, making you laugh an nod.Â
âthank you once again! be safe! and let me know when you are home!â you waved him goodbye and unlocked the door to your home for the second time that evening. it was around eleven pm, the cars that once filled your driveway were gone. you sighed comfortably at the house being silent, thankful the living room was cleaned, and the kitchen besides the dishes.Â
you still weren't sleepy, as you were used to being up at this time to review material for your classes. you quickly washed them, and also dried a set of laundry to be fixed in the morning. you went upstairs and took a quick shower with hot water to soothe the aching muscles and headache. after changing into a silk camisole, you get startled by the doorbell. You tuck yourself into the covers like a little kid, reaching for your phone as it buzzed.Â
open the door for me. i'm outside.Â
you let out a deep breath, quickly slipping downstairs and opening the door letting jude in who was now wearing a full black nike tracksuit. your eyes stared into his intently, feeling your pulse race just by looking at his handsome features. âyouâre back again?â you asked quietly walking back upstairs, jude following behind.Â
âwe didnât get to finish talking. i didn't want to go back to spain the way were,â he replied closing the door and walked over to where you were sat, on the small bench by your bed. you stared at the ground, as jude rubbed his hand on your thigh in a comfort manner. he let out a deep sigh that made you lean your head on his shoulder. Â
âit wasnât true. i didnât date you because i felt sorry for you. i fell over heels for the woman who once in my life loved me for who i was, and gave me the chance to be who i am without caring. i know it seemed like i cared about others, but all i wanted was to protect you from the harm they could do to us. but in the end it was us who caused it,â jude joked which made you let out a stifled small laugh.Â
âi'm sorry y/n. for what i said to you that night and those past times. if i could take it all back i would. you didn't deserve that, and it hurts me because i'm the reason for it, â jude said painfully, he struggled to find the words. you pulled back from his shoulder, walking around to sit yourself on his lap, to wipe the tear that escaped his pretty brown eyes. he had been crying before coming here, his eyes sunken and bloodshot red. âdonât cry judeâŠâ
âdo you still love me?â he asked unsurely, biting his lip. he looked up almost taking your silence as a painful answer, but was rewarded with you nodding. âso so much, i canât not stop loving you and its scary because we both live different worlds. those times where you just wanted a small answer and i couldn't give it to you? i'm sorry for making you feel like that, for not making you feel wanted, i thought⊠i thoughtâŠâ you sniffled and broke into a small sob, tears coming down your cold cheeks.Â
âhey, hey, hey, shh baby it's okay⊠just take deep breaths⊠it's just me and you okay?â jude gabbed your hands and kissed them gently, âdon't blame just yourself, we both faulted our breakup, it wasn't meant to be then, but now that we learned from that we can avoid it,â he said with a small sad smile.Â
âwhen you left again, everything felt unexplored and out of place. i sat by my window and lingered for you to come back, like those times you snuck in here⊠i took lengthier ways to school to avoid the areas we once walked by. i even ate those stupid gummy worms you love so much,â you said sniffling and laughing. âi canât do that anymore, because i want you back jude. every second that passed by without you, it hurt me. it still does knowing it feels like were strangers again.â
jude's eyes went wild at your admission, âi get that part of it was because i couldn't communicate, and i'm working on that. you just have to trust me and give me some time, it all felt so rushed and sudden, and i thought you cared about them and not me at times,â you finally said after waiting almost a year to say.Â
âi will always care about you. when i left that night i knew i made a mistake. i felt like an idiot because i know you struggled at times to say what you wanted. and i know i only thought of me but i promise it isnt going to be like that anymore, baby. as long as we can work and talk it out, that's what matters most to us right?â you nodded to his question.Â
âno more caring about what they think. as long as were both happy and in love, it will keep me sane. that day will come, but when times right,â jude continued referring to telling your friends and brother. âi hope you know i don't regret a single thing of it, for falling in love with you despite you being my best friend's sister,â he smirked. âgood because at the end of the day, knowing its forbidden, it feels right being with you like this. here alone where it's just usâŠâ you say shyly.Â
âmy shy girl still hasn't changed has she? still so shy that she can't even look at me properly when iâm trying to admire her beauty,â jude teased you which made you shake your head. âalthough she wasn't so shy when she left for jack? or was it jax?â jude frowned. âheâs nothing, just an excuse for me to not see youâŠâ you smiled evilly as you confessed.Â
âso nothingâs going on with you and jack? or jax was it?â he asked teasingly, making you smack his shoulder playfully. âno now stop i before it does become something serious,â you warn him to which he gives you a taken-at-back look. ânot while youâre still mine baby⊠always have been and always will be. let jack or jax know that, â jude said seriously, kissing your jawline.Â
you sunk into his warm embrace, feeling at home and safe in his arms. âwho wouldâve thought iâd be with my brother's best friend huh?â you say feeling his warm soft lips trace from your jaw to your lips. âdefinitely not me,â jude said shaking his head no, paying attention to the small shiver you released as he kissed your pulse. you had to hold back the small moan that wanted to release at his next words and movements.Â
âkiss me y/n. exactly how you want and need.âÂ
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@yuhhvalentine I just thought I another scenario that would be fun when you have the time though. Can I please request NSFW Law x Chef đ©âđł Female reader. With the reader making some sex inducing rice balls as a favor for Ikkaku. But Law steals one without knowing. In the end reader figures it out.
Ceeâs note: No way! I was thinking about doing a Law aphrodisiac fic for a minute now, itâs like you read my mind lol. But sure thing love đ
Tags đ€: @sanjisblackasswife (đ«¶đœ your aphrodisiac series is the best) @3strapstyle @uchihabbynic @pinkcrystal-rose @nympheclipse (my fellow Law girlies and gents ) @roronoaswifey (ily bae) @usopps-devotee (you highkey inspired the mirror sex part)
Consuming an Aphrodisiac Food âą Law x Fem!reader âą (18+)
CW: Accidental Consumption of Aphrodisiac food, smut (dry humping, fingering, mirror sex, shower sex, praise, overstimulation, dumbification, squirting, multiple creampies), a very horny Law, slight aftercare at the end
*MDNI*
âIâm telling you, the sex is supposed to be MIND BLOWING!â
You chuckled at Ikakkuâs words as your hands molded the rice balls into shape. This wasnât the first time a crew member had requested for you to make them special meals, with you being the shipâs cook and all. However, this was the first time someone requested for you to make sex induced food for them.
But Ikakku was your dear friend. You two were the only women in Lawâs crew, so naturally you two became very close. You were more than happy to do this favor for her.
âI still canât believe you and Penguin are a thingâ, you said with a shake of your head. âAnd please spare me the details about yâalls sex life.â
Ikakku feigned offense with a scoff and a hand to her chest. âHey! I donât judge your relationship with our Captainâ, she said with a wiggle of her eyebrows.
Your cheeks burned at the mention of your lover. Even though you and Law have been together for a while now, the thought of him still made you feel butterflies in your stomach.
âThatâs different! Me and Law are moreâŠprivate,â you said shyly.
âMore like BO-RING!â
âIKKAKU!â You gasped, ready to throw the rice ball at her.
She giggled, holding her hands up in defense, âLook, all Iâm saying is maybe you two should spice things up a bit. Wouldnât hurt for our uptight captain to loosen up.â
With that, Ikakku exited the kitchen, leaving you to your thoughts.
Were weâŠboring?
Law was a busy man and you a busy woman, with him and his medical studies and you having the responsibility of preparing meals for the entire crew throughout the day. So to balance responsibilities and your relationship, you guys had a schedule for yourâŠalone time.
You werenât complaining, the routine worked for you too. But now as you were rolling the sticky rice in your hands, you couldnât shake Ikkakuâs words out of your head.
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âThere! All doneâ, you wiped your forehead with the back of your arm before reaching behind your back to loosen your apron. There in a metal dish were 6 rice balls sprinkled with the special garnish just as Ikkaku requested. You hung your apron on the rack before heading out the kitchen to fetch your friend to retrieve her âsnackâ.
After you had exited the kitchen, moments later, your tattooed boyfriend entered in hopes of finding you.
While working, he thought it wouldnât hurt to take a short break just to fetch something to eat (mostly to see you). He frowned at the empty kitchen, he was sure you would be in here. His disappointment faded once he spotted the rice balls on the kitchen counter.
His lips curled in a smile, cheeks slightly tinted pink as he eyed the dish.
Were these for me?
Rice balls were his favorite snack and you would make it often for him when he would miss out on dinner, too consumed with work. It was one of the things Law most appreciated about you.
Law thought you mustâve known he would come in here for food and left these rice balls for him. He grabbed two of them to take with him back to his office. As he made his way back, he munched on one of them, humming contently at the taste.
It tasted slightly different than the ones you usually made but it was still delicious nonetheless. He made a mental note to âthank youâ later for it.
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After an hour, Law started feelingâŠstrange.
Lawâs forehead beaded with sweat droplets. He paused his writing to wipe his forehead with the back of his palm. He then stripped off his hoodie, his tank top sticking to his chest, drenched in sweat.
What the hell?
Law stripped the damp tank from his body leaving his chest bare. He started examining himself, concerned he was starting to catch a fever. After the diagnostic, he came to the conclusion that he wasnât sick but something was causing him to be all hot and bothered and it was frustrating the hell out of him.
Suddenly a knock sounded at the door, interrupting his thoughts. He yelled a âwho is it?â and turned his attention to the door, to find you peeking your head in with a grin. His face softened at the sight of you.
âHey babe, I have some time to kill before preparing dinner. Mind if I stay here?â You gave him your best puppy dog eyes.
You were so cute, Law wanted to kiss that adorable pout off your face.
Law nodded, beckoning you inside with his hand. You beamed as you entered his office, shutting the door behind you. You went towards the book stand adjacent to Law, back facing him as you scoured the selection for a book to read.
Law couldnât control his gaze from staring at your ass, admiring how nice it looked in those jeans you were wearing. He could feel his pants get tighter from his growing erection. He pressed a hand to his bulge, scrunching his forehead at his bodyâs reaction.
He didnât know why he felt so horny all of a sudden but all he knew is that he needed you and needed you now.
You finally found a book to your liking and was about to sit on his desk but instead you were pulled on top of Lawâs lap, straddling his pelvis. Your eyes widened when you felt how hard he was under you.
âL-Law?â A soft moan escaped your lips as Law started littering kisses and bites against the skin above your shirt collar.
âMmmâŠ.wanna thank you for earlierâ Law mumbled against your soft skin.
Thank me for earlier?
You had no clue what Law was referring to. You were about to question him more until you felt his lips against yours. His hands snaked around your lower back, squeezing your ass through your jeans. Your lips moved against each other so sensually, soft moans being swallowed by each others mouths.
He pulled away to only latch his mouth back against your neck. Your hands tossed his spotted hat to the side before entangling your fingers in his messy locks . He started bucking his hips up into you, adding pressure from his bulge to your clothed sex.
âYouâre so good to me Y/N-yaâ, Law said between peppered kisses he was leaving from your neck to your lips, âwanna show you how much I appreciate youâ
You didnât know what had gotten into your usually stoic boyfriend but you were definitely enjoying this side of him.
Your arousal started to build as you two continued grinding against each others fronts, grunts and pants escaping each others lips as you both chased your highs. Your moans became high pitched as you felt your orgasm hit you.
You felt Law groan against your neck as he came right behind you, making a mess inside his pants. Law lifted his head, his darkened eyes meeting your dazed ones.
âLooks like we made a bit of a messâ Law smirked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Before you knew it, you were being carried out of Lawâs study room to the bathroom across. You were surprised by Lawâs actions considering he was usually very keen about keeping your relationship private, with little to no PDA. You were loving this sudden spontaneous behavior from your boyfriend, making your core throb even more for him. Once the bathroom door closed between you two, you both couldnât keep your hands or mouths off each other.
âLaw what about dinner? Our schedule?â, you managed to get out between kisses.
âFuck the scheduleâ Law prodded and pulled your jeans down your thighs. âNeed you so bad right nowâ
Thatâs all you needed to hear, completely letting yourself go with him. You both stripped each otherâs clothes from your bodies. Law turned you around, your back pressed against his chest as he lifted one of your legs up, your foot resting on the bathroom sink. You both were facing the mirror, your leaking pussy on full display.
Lawâs arm wrapped around your front, his tatted âEâ and âAâ fingers infiltrating your wet hole. You mewl at the stretch of his long digits, as he continued to pump in and out of you.
âYou look so hot like this babe, getting fucked by my fingersâ he said, eyes strained on the mirror, watching the faces youâre making and the way your arms desperately grasp his arms as his fingers penetrate your cunt.
He swears he can cum alone just from the sight of you falling apart by just his fingers. Suddenly your body starts to writhe as you feel your stomach tightening.
âLawâŠI canât itâs too muchâ You whimper, feeling his fingertips hit your sweet spot over and over again. Law takes his fingers out and starts rubbing your clit violently.
âYes you can, take itâ Law was not letting up, determined to get you to cum.
âShit..LawâŠLaw..Lawâ, you chant his name as your legs started to shake as your juices spray all over the mirror like a hose.
Law was mesmerized watching you make a mess all over his fingers and the bathroom sink and mirror.
Your vision was hazy and your chest was heaving as you came down from the most intense orgasm you ever had. You didnât even realize your limp body was being carried into the shower until you felt the warm water spray down on both of you.
Law lowered you onto his cock, and started bucking his hips up into you. Law usually paced his strokes more thoroughly when you two usually had sex, but at this moment his thrusts were animalistic as he chased his high.
The sound of the shower water barely drowned out your cries and Laws groans alongside the slapping of skin against skin.
The way Lawâs cock was hitting your g spot so fast and hard, had tears glossing your eyes. The pain of your overstimulated cunt mixed with pleasure was too much.
Law couldnât get enough of you. He was drunk off the feeling of your sweet warm walls around him. He emptied his load not once, but twice more. He continued fucking himself into overstimulation. He had one more in him, pushing past his limit. His pace never letting up, determined to fill you up one last time.
âYes, yes, yes, yesâ Was the only word you could say as Law continued abusing your cunt. You had lost count of the amount of orgasms you had, each one more intense than the last.
âFuck, babe, I love youâ Law grunts, before spilling inside you one last time.
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Your back was pressed against his tattooed chest as he lazily caressed the bar soap over your chest pressing a kiss to your forehead.
After you both calmed down, Lawâs sexual drive finally wore off. He drew you two a bath to properly clean yourselves off from the mess you two made.
âThat wasâŠâ Law paused unable to describe what had just happened.
âMind blowingâ, you finished, and suddenly a switch was flipped in your head and your eyes widened at your revelation.
âBabe, did you happen to eat rice balls that were in the kitchen?â You said, tilting your head back to look at him.
âYes and they were deliciousâ, he pressed another kiss to your forehead. âI thought that was clear from my âthank youââ, he said with a smirk.
Oh my god
You suddenly burst out laughing, and Law looked at you like you had lost your mind.
âWhat, Y/N-ya?â
How could you have not seen the signs. Suddenly your boyfriendâs behavior was starting to make s lot more sense.
âSee, what had happened wasâŠ.â
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hi girl! iâm so glad ur trying to get back to writing bc all ur works are so good! for the character/trope thing, can i choose canon cregan w targ!reader with the trope grumpy x sunshine? with the reader being sunshine! canât wait to see what u come up w! i missed u!
thank you for your sweet words my love! i really, really appreciate itđđ€ i tried my best, and though you asked for targ!reader, i did not write any physical description for reader... hope that's okay!đ€
tags â fluff, grumpy x sunshine trope
âYou'll age sooner if you're always mad, my love.â
The sweetness of your voice was all he needed to hear to relax his shoulder and posture, shifting from one serious semblance to a softer one. Once your hands reached his shoulders, he even let out a sigh, closing his eyes in the instant your perfume reached his nose. He breathed in, almost humming in delight thanks to your mere presence. âI am not mad,â he mumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer enough to hide his face on the crock of your neck. âNot anymore at leastâŠâ
âNot anymore?â you softly giggled, your hands immediate going towards his hair, tangling your cold fingers with his deep brown locks. âWas the meeting with Lord Mormont too stressful for you?â You grabbed his cheeks after he refused to answer the question, forcing him to open his eyes to stare at you. Cregan tilted his head, groaning, and you couldn't help but smile at his expression. âLook at you! You're frowning already!â You brought your index finger towards the space between his eyebrow, circling the spot until he relaxed his muscles again. He sighed.
âStop it,â Cregan muttered. âI do not wish to talk about it today.â
âAlright, then we shall not talk about itâŠâ Cregan whispered a small thank you, his eyes getting heavy thanks to the exhaustion of such a busy day. He leaned forward, wanting to go back to bury his face on your neck, yet you stopped him. The Warden of the North moaned loudly as a complaint. âI cannot believe it⊠you've barely seen me today and you still haven't kissed me yet!â Cregan pressed his lips, holding back a groan. Then, he grabbed the back of your head, pulling you towards him and trapping your lips in a slow, tempting kiss that took your breath away.
Such a gesture was only stopped after a few seconds, when the both of you were breathless with swollen lips. A silly smile appeared on your face, which was contagious enough to make him smile too. You sighed, delighted with the sight of your husband in front of you. âMhm⊠there it is,â you softly murmured, standing on your tiptoes to brush your nose against his. âThat beautiful smile. You should wear it more often.â
âDonât be greedy,â he said. âYou've become spoiled.â
âYou love me just like that,â you shrugged.
Cregan let out a breathy laugh, kissing the corners of your lips and wrapping you in his arms. âI love you just like that,â he agreed, smiling like a fool.
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Enchanted - S.R.
Warnings : Mentions of a sad Reid (I hate him being sad), fluff, not really proof read
A/N : I know itâs not my best work buttttt I really liked this idea and I just recently watched this episode and felt so sad for Reid and I knew I wanted to write about it. The gif of him breaks my heart đą Also, thank you to @mariasont for giving me some tips to getting out of a writing slump, this would definitely not have happened without you đđ€
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Dr. Spencer Reid watched from the sidelines as his fellow agents and coworkers answered questions regarding their discussions. The BAU team was invited as guest speakers to a convention, where both he and Emily gave personal accounts and lectures regarding their work. Whilst Emilyâs speech seemed to be a hit, Reid had not gotten a single question, and, frankly, everyone seemed confused and put off by the words he spoke.
He felt embarrassed and insecure, as though he was that twelve year old boy in high school all over again. After what felt like hours, he couldnât take any more of standing off to the side alone and turned to leave.
âDr. Reid!â He stopped at the sound of his name being called. He turned towards the culprit of the spoken words, eyebrows raised in surprise, and his heart stopped once his eyes landed on her.
She stood before him in a sweater and slacks, hair in a messy ponytail. She felt unsure of whether she should approach him, thinking she looked too laid-back for the sophisticated doctor. Still, she wore a smile on her face and could barely contain her excitement.
âHi, my name is Y/N, and I just wanted to say I really enjoyed your speech. I think itâs so interesting how you can learn so much about an unsub from a geographical profile.â
He subtly pinched himself, attempting to discern if this was real. The most beautiful girl was standing there, talking to him, and actually interested in what he had to say.
âThank you. I- I wasnât sure if I was the most interesting up there. Are you a student?â
âYeah, I am. Iâm in the FBI Academy, and Iâm studying forensic psychology. I actually have done a bit of research using your papers and your work,â she watched as his face grew red, and couldnât help but smile even more.
âReally? Youâve read my work?â His voice morphed into a more excited tone, his personality slowly peeking out from the curtain it hid behind.
âYes, Iâm a big fan.â It was her turn to blush, for she told herself she wouldnât make a fool of herself by admitting that fact to him, yet she did.
He felt all the insecurity and disappointment evaporate from his body, and all that was left was a need to get to know this girl more. He took a deep breath to calm himself, simultaneously conjuring up the courage to ask her out.
âWell, if youâd like, I could tell you more about geographical profiling and anything else you want to know, maybe, over coffee?â The last part came out like a question.
His eyes searched her face as her cheeks grew pink and her eyes crinkled from smiling. âI would love that.â
Happiness took residence in him. He removed a business card from his pocket, his hand brushing hers as he passed it onto her. âGive me a call and we can set up a time and place.â
After their goodbyes, he found Emily smiling at him from afar, seemingly witnessing their interaction. He was suddenly glad he didnât leave when he wanted to.
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sip and learn | the boyz kim sunwoo
âGot you a morning drink,â rattling the ice inside the cylinder and putting it where his mark prettily shows. âProbably should put it on there. They say itâs good to ice your bruises.â
pairing » the boyz kim sunwoo x fem!reader
trope/au » situationship au, non-idol au
genre ȉ mildly suggestive (as compared to this), a bit of fluff...?, sunwoo likes to tease the reader who is in denial :D, flirty sunwoo and reader who is not to resistant to it, whipped kim sunwoo
word count, estimated reading time » 2407, ~9 mins
warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » suggestive!!, dom! sunwoo (and flustered reader), kissing and making out, they're in public but no one is around, dirty/suggestive talking (allusions to s*x), sunwoo kind of pulls the reader to his lap and carries you, sunwoo giving you a drink through kissing you, marking (sunwoo to reader), pet name (baby girl, baby boy), swearing, dirty minded sunwoo (oop), sunwoo is physically bigger and taller, rapid proofread a couple of times
navi/masterlist!! đ€ the boyz masterlist
...hm-
Finally.
It turns out that universities do care about some of their studentsâ health after all. After a gruelling non-stop six weeks' worth of content, you're finally excited to not only catch up on some of the work you don't manage to touch but also that you won't have to watch lectures that seem like carbon copies of your textbook. In addition to that, you also get the choice to stay indoors all week which is a dream for all overworked students.Â
Sitting in a slightly quiet area under the trees accompanied by your friend is one of the best ways to end the tiring six weeks. All is nice and cool as you let the wind brush against your skin, sighing at the temperature. Your friend follows you shortly after but disrupts the peace with a question.
The tip of her shoe hits yours, âSo, how was the date?â
The implying tone from your relaxed best friend caused you to roll your eyes, âIt wasnât a date. It was just a hangout.â
âOh yeah, I bet,â she agreed sarcastically. âHow many times did you kiss him while you were at it?âÂ
The information was about to spill out from your mouth without a second thought. You were so close to embarrassing yourself with the fact that you were not only all over Kim Sunwooâs lips yesterday, but all around that annoyingly handsome face of his and slightly down his neck. The heat rises to your cheek but you play it cool by shrugging your shoulders, pushing last nightâs events to the back of your head.Â
The way you responded only elicits an amused chuckle from your best friend. She knows you're avoiding the truth. âStop pretending not to be in love with him,â she sighs. âYour denial is getting so damn embarrassing.âÂ
You relaxed your eyelids close once more, focusing on nature instead with your palms behind your back to lean. âIt's not embarrassing because I'm not even in denial about that loser.â
You allow yourself to ramble some more, listing points to prove to her that you're not in love with the man. Usually, your friend would give you unconvincing hums which you're now used to. But the lack of response from her made you uneasy, as even though you had your eyes closed, the image of her raised eyebrows and the corner of her lips slightly raised is clear in your mind.Â
That is the expression you're greeted with when you bring yourself back to reality. However, her eyes were nowhere near you, a mischievous smile growing bigger at the sight of a familiar person approaching you from behind. Your eye twitches, knowing exactly who it was. You dusted the sand and dirt remnants from your palm, ready to stand up to your feet when a force behind weights you back down.
You yelp slightly at the force, your now dirty palms again stopping you face planting to the Earth.
âKim fucking Sunwoo!â You called out the man who secured his hold around your middle, resting his chin on your shoulder. âGet off me, you fucking stink.â
âReally?â The boy does the opposite, sitting down and spreading his legs beside your thighs, pulling you closer to his chest. âLast time I checked I smelled pretty good.â
He does. You're not going to admit that though.Â
âYeah, maybe after spending time at a rubbish bin.â
Your friend couldn't help but snicker at that. She wonders if you would give the poor boy a break sometime but seeing you both like this, obviously love sick for each other, she chose to make this her everyday entertainment.Â
âOkay,â your friend collected her things. âI'll see you soon,â winking at you. âAnd you,â pointing at Sunwoo, âPlease use protection.â
âHey!â
âWill do!â
You whip your head back to Sunwooâs sharp jawline, slapping his arm at the comment. When your friend was comfortably out of space, a finger traced along the front of your braâs underband. The courageous touch in public made you yelp a little. Your reaction didnât faze him at all because he predicted it all; you fold with even the smallest touch of him after all.Â
âFeeling sensitive, baby girl?â The airyness of his husky voice sent chills down your spine. It also sent your stomach doing flips and your hands stopped slapping him for a change.Â
âNo,â you answer softly. Trying to push off is futile as you learnt from past events and so you let him win, taking a mental note to lecture him later.
âBaby girlâŠâ the tip of his nose brushes along the underside of your jawline, shuddering at the light touch as he just ghosts over your slowly heating skin.Â
Though tight, your lips displayed a smile. From the corner of your eye, you know heâs enjoying the situation, âIn front of everyone?â Turns out you couldnât keep your question for later.Â
âThere's literally no one here,â you felt his shoulders shrug. An arm stays secure around your waist, the other guiding your chin to face him. âYou smell delicious,â the whisper hits the shell of your ear so gracefully that your gulp becomes audible.Â
Sunwoo doesn't bother hiding the fact that he's focused on your lips, licking his own as he struggles to keep himself from tasting you. While his index and thumb keep you still, his other fingers brush against your skin intricately. The smooth motions contrast his darkening orbs. Youâre in fear that you will fold for him in public now.
You are not going to be defeated by Kim Sunwoo. Not when he made you fold for him hard yesterday.
But itâs unfortunate for you that he knows exactly what youâre thinking of.
Sunwoo turns your head away from your alluring lips as he has other plans for now. His supple lips land on the side of your neck and he starts to suck on your skin. You expected just a peck, especially with the setting, but it became clear to you that nothing mattered to him.Â
Whimpering moans slip out of your lips and Sunwoo smiles momentarily at the beginning of his work on the crook of your neck before going back in. At first, heâs disappointed that no one is staying for the show but then it gives him all the more reason to gape his lips and suck on your skin.
âSunwoo-â You gasp out as your palm is back to giving him a physical reminder on his arm around your middle. âFucking hellâŠâ
He hums against your skin before pulling away, licking his lips at the subtle mark he left on you. Needless to say, you wonât be able to cover that up with your clothing. The lovesick boy doesnât stop there when he directs your eyes back to lock his, sending you a message that makes your body slightly shudder. You werenât sure what the gaze meant but all you knew was that it was the same look he gave after he would kiss you breathless; just like last night.
His hand retracts yet you donât dare to break the eye contact. Knowing that he had an effect on you, Sunwoo maintained it, feeling slightly competitive about how youâre not backing down, not even looking at his plump lips. Sunwoo blindly reaches to the inside of his bag beside him, cluttering around until he finds the icy-cold cylinder that he bought for you earlier on.
âGot you a morning drink,â rattling the ice inside the cylinder and putting it where his mark prettily shows. âProbably should put it on there. They say itâs good to ice your bruises.â
The mention of a new mark made you lose the unspoken game as you used your front camera like a mirror. You didnât even need to crane or tilt your neck too far to see what he was talking about and at the top corner of the screen, you could also see the start of a smirk growing on his face.
âKim Sunwoo!â Itâs so obvious, brighter than the sunlight above you. âI swear, Kim SunwooâŠâ Glaring at the radiant man through your phone.
âOh!â He exclaimed before snatching your phone. âYou should take a picture. Itâll last longer.â Sunwoo kept his locking hold around your waist, positioning your phone closer to the sky. He takes a couple with varying angles and closeness, as well as how close his lips were to your heating skin. You jolt at the innocent kisses he left, leaving supple traces of his love and his breathy chuckle made you relax against his chest. âNow the two sides of your neck are matching.â
The image of last night flashes. The way Sunwoo cupped your cheeks, discarding his ice cream when he chose to lick the remnants of yours from your lips. The way he held the curve of your waist, pulling you closer to the point that you eventually sat on his strong, bulky thighs. The way he foreshadows the darker kiss mark on your neck when he moves his mouth across the side of your face, going off track with your jawline before rerouting to his main aim. The smacking of each otherâs lips grew louder as the makeout session turned more intense. How his finger slowly lifted the skirt you were wearing, shuddering at the cold wind and the tiny circles that glided across your skin. Last night, as much as you didnât want to admit it, was amazing.
You hope it was the same for him too.
The plastic seal clicks and is broken, pulling you back into reality. âDrink this,â he beams after chuckling at the way you look at him half-dazed. âI think youâll like this.â
âAbsolutely not,â swatting the drink away from you and keeping your ground. âYou probably put shit in it.â
âBaby girl,â Sunwoo warns, voice lowering. Before you knew it, Sunwoo leans forward to slither an arm below the back of your knee, twirling you and resting your legs onto his thigh. This position made it easier for him to see you now that half your face was easily within his view. âIt wasnât a question,â he says as his palm holds a thigh, fingers spreading to increase his presence on your body. âYou will like this.â
Another eyebrow raises and an inaudible shake of your head is what you give him.
His scoff resonates and hits you. You thought you won when he gulped the beverage himself and for a second, your muscles relaxed and a grin stretched across your lips. Your relief goes undetected by him because as soon as he feels the way your body reacts to him gulping his efforts for you, his palm that was once on your thigh slips down to one of your lower cheeks to remind you who has always had the upper hand between you both.
Your eyes widen at his gesture and to make things worse, Sunwoo leaves one last mouthful of the drink before he securely attaches his lips to yours. He angles his head down and tilts your neck up, something that he never does and the difference in routine alarms you. You end up understanding what heâs doing because with the betrayal of your lips parting when Sunwooâs thumb nudges your chin down, with the help of gravity, he opens his mouth and empties the drink to you. He chases your lips at your surprise and holds you close to prevent you from pulling away. Some escapes from the corner of your lips that never fully touched his but he wipes it skillfully with the pad of his thumb, making a trail of the sweet tea, dripping from your jawline to where he kissed you earlier and letting your clothes suck up all of his glory. The way he cups your face, gently resting the apple of your cheek while his lips move slowly is all intimate to you, reaching out to his wrist for stability.Â
When his mouth is empty, Sunwoo pulls away and your neck relaxes. The look of surprise on your face is entertaining and his bangs fall attractively in front of his cunning eyes. After moving back a bit, he sees how your cheeks are not fully empty. âSwallow,â he orders, brushing his thumb on the sensitive spot of your neck. âLike every single time youâve done for me, baby girl.â No one could see the images that played in your head but the flashes only ran faster and more intense with his raised eyebrow.
Despite your self-talk not to let him win, you obeyed.
You gulp at the way he phrases his words for you, complimenting you on something that is human nature. The flavoured drink runs down your throat smoothly, the back of your hand wiping any remnants on your lower face. It wasnât long until you realised that yet again, Kim Sunwoo was right: you did like the beverage; and maybe something else that he did along with that. Your tongue pokes out between your lips, savouring the taste and you had to stop yourself from going on your toes to chase his lips for some more.
âGood,â he praises you. âWas that so hard, hm?âÂ
âYouâre insane, Kim Sunwoo.âÂ
âAh yes,â Sunwoo nods proudly. âOr you could just say you liked what I did.â
As if you would. âOk now, let me go, you dick.âÂ
The mention of the body part only made it worse for you and he didnât bother masking his dirty idea to you. To the public, he looked like an abandoned puppy, kicked and forgotten on the street with his eyes wide open, begging for some love and care for anyone who passed by. His lower lips jutted out despite the scowl on your face.
âIâm just a boyâŠâ His words trailing off towards the end. âYour baby boyâŠâ The mention of the nickname you reserve only for him lands him a smack on his broad chest.Â
âYouâre literally twen-â
âJust a boy,â he repeated before wiggling his eyebrows. âYou need to take care of me,â his palm on your lower body moves once more, reminding you that he has never let you go. âNext time you shouldâve just sipped the drink, but now?â Effortlessly, Sunwoo held your flustered figure in his arms while you naturally clung your arms around his neck as he raised and began walking towards his car. âYou get to learn.â
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hiiiii ⥠would be able to write something where reader is Jason Todd's girlfriend, friends to lovers situation so they've known each other a long time but she doesn't know about any of the vigilante stuff, And one day she's late making her way back to thier apartment but Jason is also making his way home but he's still in all the Redhood gear and reader bumps into him and is absolutely terrified out of her mind like just in complete terror of him. And she runs home and locks the doors and the windows and is a little shaken up. Jason finally arrives home obviously not as redhood lol And anyway he has to comfort her and just how would he react knowing that he scared the shit out of her and that she's this much afraid of redhood
Hi!! Of course! This is my first Jason Todd request and I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart!! I love him so much and this is an incredible idea. I added my own spin to the ending, but I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!đ€
Warnings: angst, fluff, Dick Grayson is nosy
Word Count: 2.3k+ words
A/N: This isn't a specific adaptation/characterization of Jason Todd, but I do mention that he's built like a brick wall, so it's probably not Titans!Jason. The gif fit, though, so. If anyone has more Jason Todd requests, please send them!
PART 2 - Love, The Man Under the Hood >
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The Man Under the Hood
âAre you going to tell her?â Dick asks, raising his gloved hand for Jason to hit.
âI donât know,â Jason grunts between punches.
âShe stayed through everything else.â
âWe were friends then, it was different.â
Dick drops his hands, and Jason sighs, lowering his guard. Jason raises his eyebrows, preparing for one of Dickâs infamous lectures.
âIâm not going to tell you what to do,â Dick begins before laughing at Jasonâs surprised look. âIâm really not, but youâve known her for a very long time. Just, donât wait too long, because then it just looks like you donât trust her.â
âIt was different for you. Nightwing wasnât feared. Telling her that Iâm Red Hood tells her that Iâve done things that- that most people never consider.â
âShe loves you. As you make the decision, just remember that.â
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Growing up in Gotham and playing in the streets (even when you shouldnât have) introduced you to Jason Todd very early. He quickly became your friend, and when you lost him, you were finally ready to admit you loved him. But it was too late. The feelings that you were trying to navigate multiplied tenfold, and every time you pass his grave, they come back to the surface.
The cemetery is on your way home, and sometimes you canât help but walk in. You can navigate to his headstone with your eyes closed, and everything else drifts away as you stare at his name.
âThereâs a joke about the morbidity of this somewhere, I just know it."
Two large hands land on your waist, turning you around and pulling you into a kiss that takes your breath away. Breaking the kiss, you wonder what life would be like if Jason had never disappeared.
âSorry,â you murmur. Kissing Jason is new and still catches you off guard, like youâre dreaming.
âDonât apologize,â Jason whispers, brushing his fingers across your cheekbone. âOf all the places to hang out,â he adds with a bright smile.
âWhy didnât Bruce get it taken down?â
Jason shrugs. âThe reminder? The idea that something else could happen. I really donât know,â Jason half lies. He isnât ready to tell you that he really did die and is happy to let you think it was just a ransom kidnapping gone wrong.
âWhat?â you ask, pressing your palms against his chest. âYou disappeared into that pretty head again.â
âIâm just glad weâre finally more than friends,â Jason says, pressing his lips to yours.
âMe too,â you reply against his lips.
Youâve been friends much longer than lovers, so spending time together is not new, but being able to touch, kiss, and tell him what you feel is. While you think about how much you like the newness, Jason struggles to decide when or if to expose who he is.
He trusts you; he does, but he doesnât want to scare you away or put a target on your back. Nightmares about you finding out and leaving while heâs gone plagued him for months after returning to Gotham and seeing you again.Â
âDo you have to go back to the manor yet?â
Jason shakes his head, looping an arm around your shoulders. âYouâre stuck with me for a few more hours.â
âOh no.â
Jason pulls you against his side, smiling as he kisses the top of your head.
Not yet, he decides. Not never, just not yet.
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Jason feels Dickâs eyes on the side of his mask, a distorted sigh leaking out.
âWhat do you want?â he asks.
âYou didnât tell her,â Dick â Nightwing â accuses.
âWeâre kinda in the middle of something here, Wing.â
âThey can wait. Right, criminals?â Dick asks over his shoulder.
âSure,â one of them answers, a batarang through his jacket keeping him stuck to an alley wall. âTake your time.â
Dick raises his hands to ask, âWhy?â
âI thought you werenât going to tell me what to do,â Jason sighs.
âChanged my mind. Look, I obviously understand the purpose of secret identities, but you love her, and she deserves to know.â
âYou havenât told your girl?â the thief asks. âWhy not?â
âShut up,â Jason growls through the hood.
âWhat are you really scared of?â Dick whispers before turning away.
Jason and Dick leave the criminal in the alley when police sirens approach, finding a rooftop to wait on. Gotham is never quiet for long, and breaks on patrol are few and far between.
âIâm going to tell her,â Dick announces. âNot about you. About me. Maybe that will convince you.â
âDonât.â
âJaybird.â
âDonât âJaybirdâ me, Dick,â Jason argues, standing and pacing. âYou donât understand what Iâm dealing with here. You tell Babs youâre Nightwing and she says, âOh, wow, thanks for keeping us safe.â I tell the woman that I love that Iâm Red Hood and her first thought is the duffel bag fiasco, or the suicide spike at Arkham, nothing about me being a savior.â
âEveryone in Gotham knows that youâre not like that anymore. Besides, knowing that you did something bad isnât a make-or-break situation.â
âBegging for forgiveness wonât do much if she leaves while Iâm on patrol.â
Dick tilts his head toward Jason. âYouâve thought about this.â
Jason flexes his arms as he links his hands behind his neck. âEvery time I consider doing it, I have a nightmare about her leaving.â
âYouâre letting a nightmare control you, Jay.â
âJust- give me a little time, Dick. I can protect her from everything without telling her. Me included.â
âWhat if she doesnât want to be protected from you? What if she wants you as you are?â
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Jason canât remember the last time he was this tired after patrol. Damian had too much sugar or something and drug Jason all over Gotham. He needs to see you, and as Red Hood makes his way through the streets of Gotham, Jason keeps his mind on you, prepared to ditch the helmet and hold you until he canât anymore.
Meanwhile, youâre walking home from work. Jason likes to be on the phone with you while you walk alone, but itâs late, and heâs probably at a family dinner. Looking down at your phone, you have a short message from him, but before you read it, you walk into what feels like a brick wall.
Gloved hands grip your biceps to keep you upright, and when you look up, you see the infamous Red Hood looming over you. Your mind wavers between fight and flight as you try not to scream, leaning away with wide eyes. You swallow harshly, and the eye slits of the mask fix themselves on your face.
âAre you okay?â he asks.
You flinch back at the sound of his voice, and his hands immediately fall away from you. Falling back, you catch yourself on your hands and scoot backward, terrified of what heâll do to you. Red Hood has been working with the bats and birds, but the memory of what he was like before still looms over Gotham like the rain clouds that never dissipate.
He steps back, moving his hand toward his belt, and you gasp, freezing where you are.
âIâm sorry,â you whisper, standing slowly. âPlease donât hurt me.â
Itâs Red Hoodâs turn to freeze, and unknown to you, Jason is falling apart under the mask. The pure terror in your eyes is the exact thing heâs been trying to keep you from.
âItâs okay, itâs my fault,â he rushes to say, leaving his hands where you can see them. âIâm not going to touch you.â
You nod slowly, moving backward as you clearly donât believe him. Once you reach the corner, you turn and run. If he wanted to follow you, he could do so with no problem, but you donât spare a glance over your shoulder as you run as fast as you can toward your home.
Jasonâs shoulders drop as he watches you run, beating himself up for everything: for not telling you, for scaring you, and for putting you in this position. He canât tell you now; he missed his chance, and thereâs no way youâll want him. His nightmare is coming to life around him, and he canât wake up.
Your phone is lying on the ground, and Jason stoops to pick it up, slipping it into his pocket. Maybe youâll still want to see Jason tonight. If someone like him can be so lucky.
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Your keys slip from your fingers several times as you struggle to unlock your door. Panting and blinking quickly to keep your tears from falling, you finally open the door, and once you're inside, slam it behind you and lock all three deadbolts.
Leaning against the door, you slide down it and hug yourself, wishing you had picked up your phone. You want to call Jason; you need him, but hopefully, heâll come over when he can.
Something flies past your window, and you leap to your feet, walking through every room to ensure all the windows are locked.Â
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Jason takes his time following you. He can move quickly, especially for a guy his size, but after seeing how you looked at Red Hood, at him, heâs more than happy to go a little slower. Taking the long way, he drops his stuff off at his place, keeping your phone in his pocket.
As he walks, he wonders what to say or do to convince you to stay. Sure, you were terrified of Red Hood, not Jason Todd, but the two are not mutually exclusive and never will be. Part of him wants to take Dickâs advice and tell you, but the idea of it not working (or ending like he thinks he will) makes the decision impossible.
He takes a deep breath before knocking on your door, and when thereâs no answer or footsteps inside, he hits the door again, saying your name.
âItâs me,â he adds.
Your footsteps sound before three deadbolts click. Opening the door, you move into the hallway to hug Jason tightly. He returns the hug, pulling you up against him as he carries you inside and closes the door behind him. Flipping all the deadbolts, he knows he can keep you safer than they ever could, but that requires trust. Trust from you and from him.
As you cling to him, his heart is torn between leaving you before he scares you again or comforting you all night. When you adjust your grip on him, pressing your cheek against his pec just above your heart, Jason decides to stay.Â
If sheâs this afraid of Red Hood, what will she do when she finds out who he is? Jason wonders.
Pushing the thoughts away, Jason holds you close, rubbing his hand up and down your back while the other rests against your hip. The weight of his arms against you is comforting, and you focus on his heartbeat and the sound of his voice.
âYouâre alright,â he whispers, his voice rough. âTake a few deep breaths.â
You do as he says, attempting to match your breaths to his. It takes several minutes, but your heart rate slows as your breath evens out.
âThank you,â you say, moving your chin against his chest to look up at him.
He smiles, though his lips stay together, and itâs not as big as usual, running a hand over your hair.
âCan I- can I talk to you about what happened?â you ask, leaning into his touch.
He nods, and something akin to dread flashes through his eyes. You write it off as nervousness that you were hurt or threatened, which wouldnât be unbelievable in Gotham.
âI was walking home, I got off late but didnât want to call you and bother you.â
Jason wonders how different things would be if you had called, but rather than interrupting, he nods to acknowledge heâs listening.
âThen I turned into an alley, and I bumped into Red Hood. And, I mean, I know heâs not the same as when he first arrived in Gotham.â
Hope blooms in Jasonâs chest at your words.
âHe works with Batman, and Nightwing, and the rest of them, and theyâre good. Iâve heard from my coworkers who live in the Hill that heâs making a difference, for good, but,â you trail off, looking away from Jason as you shatter his hope that you see a different side of Red Hood.Â
âBut what?â he asks quietly.
You shrug, and Jason takes the opportunity to move. He pulls you with him as he sits up, tugging you into his lap as you look up at him. His arms wrap around your waist as his fingers brush up and down against your side.
âI think the reason he scared me so much is that thereâs no way to tell what heâs thinking. The rest of them, you can see part of their face, but he hides everything. And heâs just so big, I looked up and felt so small that I knew if he wanted to hurt me, he could.â
He would never hurt you, Jason thinks.
âI guess I didnât like being in that position where I knew he could do anything but had no way of knowing if he would.â
Jason leans back toward the back of the couch. The fear that youâre expressing is based on reasons that apply to him, the man under the mask.
âYou got scared because heâs so big? And unreadable?â Jason clarifies, applying the adjectives to himself.
Your eyes are fixed on him, dropping to his shoulders and waist quickly, looking at his build (and noticing the shape of a phone in his pocket, aware that he set his to the side to hold you) before you hum. âKinda like you,â you muse quietly.
Jasonâs brows furrow, and you move your arms, causing Jason to drop one arm to his side.
You watch his movement, then look into his eyes. You lean toward him and smile, cocking your head as you ask, âBut you can protect me. Right, red?â
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