#the same face i make when i tell myself okay this finger movement is not working for this append chart lets try another one.

[ratatatastic]

happy dumb ekky penalty of the day. on this episode of puck over glass. in a tied game. where said tied goal was a ppg. can you tell he also thought it was quite dumb of him to do too? can you? can his screams of agony move you to come to that conclusion as well?

its the "are they gonna call it please dont call it god they have to call it but do they have to? do they really? just because multiple men shouted OUT and pointed at the puck as it flew out doesnt mean they have to call" of it all before yes they do it call it ekky of course they do get your ass to the dumb idiot box

new york rangers @ florida panthers | 12.30.24

[luveline]

would you ever write about hotch pining after r because he thinks she’s interested in someone else but then she confesses to him that she’s only ever had eyes for him 🥹

You’re shocked Hotch will let them look at him, honestly. When was the last time you saw Hotch receive medical attention? He doesn’t seem happy about it, suit jacket folded in his lap, his shirt cut in three places, most noticeably the left sleeve. 

“His arm is definitely broken,” Spencer tells you. 

“Do you think he’ll let me give him some comfort?” you ask, the two of you with your arms crossed against the side of the second ambulance, where Morgan undergoes a similarly reluctant checkup for his bloody temple. 

“No. You can always try, though. He’ll appreciate the effort.” 

You ready yourself with a deep breath and begin the short walk. It feels long then suddenly over at the same time. The only thing between you and Hotch now is a shoe’s width and the EMT securing his temporary sling. 

“They’re making me an emergency appointment,” he tells you. 

You fight the urge to rub the toe of your shoe into the ground. “Are you in pain?” 

“No. They gave me tramadol.” 

Hotch pushed you hard out of the way of a brawl and took blows meant for you in turn. He never lets you get hurt in the field. At first you’d assumed him to be the overprotective boss, and careful of women in the team, but you’ve caught on now that his motivation wells from somewhere deeper. 

Hotch loves you. He won’t tell you. You have no idea why. 

The EMT says she’ll return and takes her leave. You nod to the patch of metal flooring beside him, legs too tired to keep standing, and Hotch moves over to leave a gap between you suitable for turning into. You sit down with a sigh. Face to face, this close, you can see the different colours of his iris and the scar under his eyebrow clear as day. 

“You okay?” 

“Are you?” he asks with nothing more than a single short nod. 

“I’m worried about you,” you confess. “I wish you wouldn’t do that. I can take care of myself, okay? I don’t like you getting hurt in my place.” 

“I’m your Unit Chief.” 

“If it were Morgan, you wouldn’t have pushed him out of the way. If it were Emily. And we both know I can hold my own.”

He doesn’t look away from your face. “I know.” 

You’re finding it hard to want to scold him. You love him, too. You appreciate what it takes for him to take a fight that was meant for you, and the sentiment behind it. You’d quite like for him to protect you, just not at work. He could glare down potential suitors or argue with people who are rude to you at the grocery store. He doesn’t need to do your job for you. 

You raise your hand tentatively to his face, ignoring his confusion as you rake the hair that falls against his forehead back up. “It’s getting a little long for you.” 

“I’ve been busy.” 

“Me too. I keep meaning to do so much stuff but we get home and I get to my apartment and I just sleep for days.” 

“I wish I did something that sensible.” 

You curl your fingers over his shoulder. Without his suit jacket, you can feel the solidness of his muscle and soft tissue clearly. You rub your thumb in a half circle. 

“Why don’t you sleep much? I wish you would.” 

His eyes flare momentarily. His only tell, a flicker of movement you can’t miss. He’s surprised by something, your question, maybe your tone. “I do sleep.” 

“Not enough.” 

“No, I guess not.” 

You press your cheek to his arm. Can’t help yourself. He’s this strong, stern guy, so used to trying to save everyone that he barely looks after himself, and it makes you sad to think he’d love you and not want to tell you, because why wouldn’t he? Something in him must stop him from acting on it, but that something isn’t in you, not anymore. “Can’t believe you got your arm broken for me,” you murmur, lips to his shirt. You let out a breath, feel the warmth of it pass onto his skin and his following shudder. 

“It wasn’t purposeful.” 

“No? That’s good.” 

“I would do it again,” he says. “I thought you’d be with Morgan.” 

“Morgan’s a big boy.” 

“As opposed to me.” 

“I want to be here with you. I’m worried about you.” You press your face further into his arm, scared to say it even though you know it’s returned. “I care about you so much, ‘n’ you never let me show it.”

“That’s not true,��� —his voice climbs higher— “I thought… You and Derek are close.” 

“He’s my friend, Hotch. It’s not like that.” 

Hesitant, tender all the same, Hotch’s uninjured arm slinks around your side to hold you, to bring you closer to his side where you’re hiding. You’re much too old for this, and still you have to confess. 

“I don’t like him,” you say. 

“As opposed to me.” 

You laugh at his repetition. Too embarrassed to say anything more on the subject but wanting to cement it in his head, you raise your head and your hand at the same time, knuckle to his jawline, nudging him to one side. You lean up and kiss his cheek. 

“Please don’t push me out of the way again,” you say. 

Hotch smiles at you, a proper, soft-eyed smile. “I won’t.” 

It’s an obvious lie. 

“Maybe when we go home we can nap together,” you suggest, heart slamming considering the innocence of what you’ve suggested. 

His fingers cradle your side. “You want to?” he asks carefully. 

“You can finally get some rest.” 

He closes his eyes, resting his face against yours. 

[bookshelf-dust]

baby love, my baby love

gif by @corrodedcherry

eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 1,880

warnings: swearing, reader had a not so good day, some hair washing, reader is nude in a non-sexual way, casual intimacy, lots of lovey-dovey things

a/n: hello! i am still very tentatively getting back into writing, but i wanted to write something sweet and comforting and soft and all those things. and eddie is the best provider of all that. this is so cute i almost made myself nauseous. lemme know what you think!! happy reading!!! <333 lots of love

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“Where’s my girl at?”

Eddie’s voice rings throughout your small apartment, echoing slightly due to it not being fully furnished. His tone is almost giddy, words taking on a little twang after having spent the day working with Wayne. 

You bury your face deeper into your pillow, fighting a smile at the way he speaks to you. From your place on the bed, you hear his keys smack the wall as he hangs them up, hear his boots thudding across the kitchen tiles as he makes his way to you. 

When Eddie appears in the doorway to your shared bedroom, his arms are raised, fingers working to quickly tie his hair up in a knot. His biceps flex with the movement, drawing your eye to his pale skin. A brilliant smile spreads across his face upon seeing you. 

“Hey, bug,” he says.

You flush. You never thought you’d allow someone to call you love bug, let alone any variation of it. You certainly didn’t think you’d like it. It’s who’s saying it that’s converted you.

You’re laying on your stomach, hands crushed under your cheek. You try to smile back at him, but it comes out much less enthusiastic than normal. It’s a very tired gesture. 

Eddie notices, kicking off his shoes and crouching before you. “What’s the matter sweet girl? You’re wearing your outside clothes still, and you look pretty pitiful.”

At least he’s honest.

You blink and let your eyes flutter shut. “Long day. Headache. Upset.”

He brings his hand to your face, brushing his fingers over your temples. “Oh, I’m sorry, bug. I know you just wanna feel all better. Is that it?”

You nod, eyes still closed. He starts to laugh playfully just because of how pitiful you really do look, at how small and scrunched up you’ve made yourself. When he kisses your cheek, you feel his smile against your skin. It makes you beam, despite how you feel. The tingle Eddie’s lips leave behind makes it seem like the first time no matter how long it's been. You’re all soft for him, and there’s no denying it. But hell, he’s the same way. 

“How about…” he trails off, rubbing the tips of his fingers up and down your spine, tickling your lower back where your sweater has ridden up. “How about I take care of you? Run you a bath, for starters? I know you like that.”

Your eyes open, happy to think about how nice it would feel to sink your tired body into a hot basin full of bubbles. “Okay, Teddy.”

“Yeah? C’mere then,” Eddie says gently, holding his hands out to encourage you to sit up. You slowly push yourself away from the mattress, and he easily pulls you to stand. “I’ll get the water warmed up for you.” 

You give him a poor little salute, making him laugh, and then stick your fingers through his belt loop so you don’t have to do as much on the short walk to the bathroom. When you get there, Eddie bends to cut the water on and push the drain plug down. You wrap your arms around his waist and fold yourself against his warm back. You close your eyes once again, hearing him squirt a hefty amount of bubble bath into the tub. You’ll be lucky if he doesn’t flood the bathroom.

The plastic top clicks shut and Eddie rises, grabbing hold of your hands and spinning around in your grip. 

“Don’t like seein’ you all drained, baby,” he says. Eddie’s hands cradle your face, long and pale fingers beginning to rub at your temples. It feels so nice to have that pressure be pushed away, to feel his body so close to yours. At this rate, you’ll forget you even had a headache. 

“Wanna tell me about it?” Eddie asks. “Or do you just want to have a chill night?”

You open your eyes and push up on your toes to kiss his nose. “The latter,” you say. 

He chuckles, knowing you never used that term until you started reading Jane Austen. 

“M’kay, bug. That works for me.” His eyes twinkle mischievously. “You want a kiss? I think you deserve a good one.”

That gets you to practically melt. I fucking love this woman, Eddie thinks. He feels breathless each time you look at him that way. You look at him like he hung the stars, like he is your knight in shining armor. He kisses you in that way that thanks you for making him feel so loved. So cherished.

You thread your hands in Eddie’s hair, fingers pulling at the chunk at the nape of his neck where it’s most sensitive. His mouth is warm against yours. He smiles at your playfulness, breaking away to kiss both cheeks. 

He bends and drags a finger through the water. “It’ll be plenty warm enough in a second, bug.”

You give him a tired thank you squeeze as he presses a kiss to your jaw. 

“Need help undressing?” he inquires, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. 

You gently backhand his stomach, watching as he feigns severe injury. “Perv,” you joke. 

Eddie sits down on the toilet seat lid so that he can be prepared to turn the water off when he deems the tub full enough for you. Really he’d just like to see you surrounded by a huge pile of bubbles for his own amusement, but also because he knows it’ll be the thing to coax that pure, joyous laugh out of you. The sound he’d bottle and keep on his nightstand if he could.

You remove the little bit of makeup you’d been wearing with a cotton pad, sighing in relief to have it all off. You take out your earrings and slip off your rings, setting them in an ashtray on the counter you’ve been repurposing ever since Eddie decided to cut back on his smoking.

You take off each of your socks, one hand gripping the countertop for balance. As you slip your belt off, Eddie finishes preparing your bath and turns to face you. He holds his arms out, ready to collect your dirty clothes and accessories so that he can put them in their rightful places. 

He takes your belt from you only to be cheeky, snapping the thick leather as loud as he can manage. He makes himself laugh. 

You turn to the side when you unbutton your jeans, flushing and shy at his attention even after all this time. Even knowing how beautiful he finds your body. How much he loves how soft you are. After all, your body allows you to live. It allows you to spend time with him, and that is all he’ll ever ask for. It doesn’t matter to him what state your body is in because it is yours. And you are his. 

Eddie smiles watching you shimmy out of your snug jeans. You hand him your pants and t-shirt, now only in your bra and underwear. You don’t give yourself the time to be self-conscious, longing for the hot bath water. You turn and quickly unclasp your bra. Eddie playfully flicks your bum. It always deserves appreciation in his eyes. 

When you hand him the last of your items, he presses the sweetest kiss to your tummy, thumbs rubbing at the indentations left on your chest from your bras underwire, as if he can make them go away just by sheer will. 

“I love you, bug,” Eddie says, looking up at you with those watery doe eyes. His kisses your stomach again.

“I love you same, Teddy. Now let me take my bath. It’s rather chilly in this house, don’t you think? I refuse to freeze.”

Eddie laughs to himself as he walks off, taking your clothes to the hamper and storing your bra and belt elsewhere. He never could’ve imagined a world where preparing a bath for his partner would make him as happy as it does. 

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Eddie is kneeling on the bathroom floor. Your back is pressed against the side of the tub, and he’s washing your hair. Well, really he’s already given it the scrub and cleanse that it needed, now he’s just trying to make weird shapes out of it. 

After you’d sat in the warm water until your toes pruned without actually bathing, he jokingly offered to do your hair while you washed your body. 

You hadn’t even thought about it. You were enjoying the way the bubbles came up to your chin, the way you were completely encapsulated in the safety of them. The way Eddie sat there on the rug, telling you about his day. About the different things he’d fixed on which cars—nothing you understood in any fashion, but something you always wanted to hear about.

“You could make good money doing this, you know. You’re very talented,” you quip, scrubbing your calf with a washcloth. 

Eddie snorts, kissing your wet shoulder blade. “What? Give head massages?”

You ring out your rag, having completed your washing ritual and made sure everything got the attention it deserves. 

“Mhm. That felt so good.” 

You pull the drain plug up, letting the water out. Eddie stands and acts as though his back is going to give out on him. You quickly turn the shower on, just so you can make sure you got all the conditioner out of your hair and feel completely clean. Eddie has never done this rinsing routine after a bath, but loves to see you do your little happy dance when you’re all clean and wrapped up in a towel.

He holds out a hand as you step over the rim of the tub, bowing for added effect. “How was your bath, m’lady?”

You lead the way out of the bathroom, on a search for pajamas. “I’d say it was the best bath I’ve ever had the pleasure of taking, good sir.”

You hug your fuzzy towel to your chest, pushing up on your tiptoes to kiss Eddie’s full lips. He blushes at the eye contact you’re giving him. He knows how it makes you nervous, but getting to have all of your attention like that makes him tingly.

“Thank you for helping me, Teddy.”

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” 

You turn to the side, gripping a round, wooden handle and pulling open your top dresser drawer. Eddie kisses your cheek. Sometimes you think Eddie’s kisses are lifesaving. They’ve surely contributed to your stability. They’re healing. And so is the way he cares for the people he loves. The way he so effortlessly does things just because he only wants to see you happy.

Eddie ends up picking out your pajamas while you pick out his. You’re in your own bottoms, but one of his Iron Maiden t-shirts. You told him you should match, so he pointed you in the direction of another, and you made sure to choose pants for him that had red in them, just like yours. 

Before you can sit down on your shared bed, Eddie takes your hand and leans down to whisper in your ear. His chin brushes your jaw, lips parting in a bright grin before the words ever leave his mouth. 

“Now, what do you think about going to get milkshakes?”

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

note: none of the gifs or images i use are mine! i get most of my images from pinterest or here, and gifs from about the same. please let me know if i ever don’t credit someone properly!

[circusofthelastdays]

foreplay & fingering with halsin

warnings: MDNI, NSFW, virgin reader, afab fem reader, dom halsin, submissive reader, foreplay, fingering, praise kink, edging, multiple orgasms, squirting, cum eating if you squint

"Oh my heart, look at you..." Halsin speaks in a sultry tone, placing a few sloppy kisses on your neck. He pulls your back tightly against his chest as you squirm under the onslaught of pleasure he offers you.

He's been toying with your clit far too long, leaving you oversensitive and soaking through your panties. His fingers move in a precise pattern over the nub, one meant to draw you close to another high, without a care that your thighs are starting to tremble and your cries are getting desperate.

With your head thrown back onto his shoulder, lewd whines and moans escape your lips- you mumble complaints about the intensity of his sensuous touch. "mm 's too much..."

"Shh shh, I must continue. I must prep you, we wouldn't want it to hurt when I give you what you truly want, now would we?" he chides, chuckling at the little noises you make as he slips his hand away and pulls off your panties.

Halsin lets out an audible groan upon seeing you fully bare for him, "so pretty..." he says, dragging a finger through your dripping folds. "I can't believe I'm the only person who has had the pleasure to touch you like this."

He hooks his middle finger into your sopping cunt, moving it at a languorous pace, careful to let you adjust to the sudden intrusion before adding his index finger. He haults the movement of his hand only momentarily when he hears you whimper. He wants you to feel nothing but pleasure from his hands.

"You're doing so well for me, my heart." he praises you, beginning to move his fingers within you again, angling them just right to hit exactly where he must to ensure you the most pleasure. He is precise in the manner that he makes sure to grind his palm against your clit too. He feels you clenching around his fingers already, and he can't help but smirk knowing that he has you close again. It's an easy task, really, you're so sensitive- so responsive to touch because of your inexperience... and not to mention he's been edging you since your last orgasm.

"Just one more, okay?" he assures you, mumbling against your skin as he trails more kisses over the back of your neck and shoulders to push you further into bliss.

He knows you're almost there, he can tell in the way you sound, moans climbing up from the back of your throat that are so beautifully sinful to listen to, the way your thighs tremble and threaten to squeeze around his hand, the way you try to arch your back away from his chest-

He keeps you locked in place with his free hand. He keeps the same pace with his occupied hand, not daring to change a single thing about the way he is touching you because consistency is key. Another groan of arousal leaves him when you come undone from his fingers alone, his pupils practically dilating from the sight of you soaking his lap as you come, your body trembling from the intensity of it all as you tumble over the edge.

"Good girl, shh it's okay, you're okay..." he says, coaxing you through your second orgasm of the night, that appeared to be much stronger than the first. That much is clear from the mess you made and your cries of pleasure that only get increasingly louder. He works you through it with a slow pace, not stilling his fingers once until you have come down from your high, and you're no longer trembling.

Halsin removes his hand from your drenched pussy when your body goes slack against his chest, eagerly licking the arousal from his fingers. Your eyes go wide at the sight, face flushing in embarrassment, "Halsin, stop that... that's so-" you start to say, but he cuts you off.

"What?" he says, "dirty? gross? no. you taste delicious. on another night I shall have to taste you directly from the source, but for now... I cannot hold myself back any longer from fucking that pretty pussy of yours."

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[dark-frosted-heart]

Melted by Summer's Lust - Roger Barel (Epilogue)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this.

NSFW, MINORS DNI

This is all just sex

After holding back for 4 days, we were finally able to touch each other on the 5th night.

Our entwined legs held us together and we held each other’s hands tightly—we made love until we were satisfied.

We went at it like animals in heat, making a mess of the sheets.

Kate: Ah…

As I caught my breath, sweat dripped from Roger’s body down onto mine.

Roger: …Sorry.

Kate: No…I’m the same. It’s a sweltering night. It’s so hot…

I felt hot and sticky, not just from what we did, but also because of the heat and humidity.

Roger: …Then how about we go somewhere cooler?

The moment he said that, Roger lifted me up—with the two of us still connected of course.

Kate: …?! Ah…Roger, don’t…walk…!

Every step Roger took jolted my body and sent pleasure through me.

Roger: It’s just a couple steps away.

Kate: …Eh…?

Roger took me out to the balcony.

The night breeze was definitely better than the heat indoors, but…

Kate: R-Roger…! We’re outside…!

Roger: There’s no one else but us here, so it doesn’t matter.

Kate: Ah…!

Roger suddenly lowered me onto the balcony and pulled out.

The movement made me cry out.

Roger: …See, there’s no one around to hear you moan like that.

Kate: Then…I’ll make an exception this time.

Roger: …Glad you understand. That’s expected from my dog-assistant-partner-lover.

Roger happily untied the strings of my clothes.

My breasts spilled out, exposing them to the midsummer night air.

Roger: A~ah. They’re so hard…We did a lot of kissing and stuff, but I didn’t get to play with your tits much.

His large hands cupped and played with my breasts.

It felt good, but an impatient heat gathered within me…It was frustrating.

Kate: …Roger…Don’t tease me…

Roger: Use your words.

Kate: Please…touch my nipples…

Roger: You want me to just touch them?

Kate: Nngh~~L-lick them…please.

When I begged the bully that was Roger, who wanted to hear me say what I wanted each time, his eyes softened.

Roger: …Well done.

Kate: Nnn, haaa…

His fingers pinched and flicked my nipples mischievously. I felt myself getting wetter at the long-awaited pleasure.

After teasing me for a while, they started tingling and then Roger enveloped a nipple with his mouth.

Kate: Ah, ahhh…!

Lips wrapped around me, he sucked and played with my nipple with his tongue—I soon came just from him playing with my breasts.

Roger held me up as I was just about to collapse.

Roger: You okay?

Kate: Y-yeah……ah.

Roger looked at me in confusion when he heard me moan.

Roger: …Are you doing anything right now?

Kate: I was shocked…by the cold night air against where you just licked.

(Probably because it’s wet and I’m sensitive…)

Roger: …Oh?

(Ah…That’s a mischievous look on Roger’s face)

He definitely thought of some weird idea and I instinctively wanted to get away, but…

Roger held me around my waist and pulled down my skirt, preventing me from escaping.

Kate: …!

Because I wasn’t wearing underwear, the night breeze touched my core directly.

Even if I didn’t want it to, the cold feeling made me realize just how wet I was.

This clear reminder that we were doing something so lewd outside made me feel so embarrassed. However—

Roger: Kate.

Just saying my name once would make me want to do whatever he desired…Love was a troubling thing.

I held onto the balcony railing and Roger grabbed my waist from behind.

We already did it so many times that my body was more than ready to accept him, no foreplay needed.

Kate: Haaa…ahhh…!

Roger: Gh…

Roger tightened his grip around my waist as he went deeper, before he started thrusting roughly.

I could tell that Roger couldn’t keep his cool as he was rougher than usual.

Kate: Hyaa…! Ahh, aaahhhh…!

Roger: Ha…You sound so cute…Let me hear more of it…Kate.

Kate: Aaahhh…!

He reached down and rubbed a favorite spot—my vision went white.

Kate: Haa…haa….

Roger: Gh…If I get careless…it won’t be good for me…

Kate: Nnn…You can afford to, but…

Roger: You understand…look.

When Roger smiled and slowly rolled his hips, I realized that he was inside me and showed now signs of pulling out.

I felt embarrassed, but more importantly…I was glad that we felt the same way.

Kate: Hey, Roger. Let’s do it one more time…This time while looking at each other.

Roger: If you want…then wrap your arms around my neck.

As he said that, he picked me up. We were back in the same position we were when he stepped out onto the balcony.

Roger: Mm…Now we can look at each other.

Kate: B-but…you can’t possibly keep holding me up…

Roger: …You underestimating my strength?

Laughing at the provocation, Roger grabbed my butt and bounced me up and down.

Kate: Ahh…Nnnn…!

The pleasure was never-ending with the way he thrusted in and out while our bodies were so close together.

I flailed my legs in an attempt to endure the pleasure, but it was useless as he held me up.

(Ah…What can I do in this position…)

When I came to a realization, Roger’s intense amber gaze met mine.

Roger: Ha…You just noticed? With this position, you can’t get away unless I let you…

Kate: Y-you bully…Aaaahhh…!

Roger: Your fault for being so cute…I won’t let you get away anymore.

With his lust-soaked gaze, Roger licked the tears that gathered at the corners of my eyes.

After I was driven to a corner the past four days like prey, I got caught in the egoistic hunter’s sweet trap and couldn’t escape anymore.

—Within our paradise, we made love and melted into each other the point where you couldn’t tell where one of us started and the other ended.

[slasherbvnnie]

Until We Found You | Part III

Part III is now up and running! P.S. there are two playlists I listen to while writing these, they don’t necessarily go with reading them but you totally could listen to them as you read! Let me know if you would like the playlists. As usual, heed the tags. 

Modern Day College Scream AU, Obsessed AFAB!Reader, Eventual Poly!Ghostface x reader,NSFW, All characters 18+, P in V, Fingering, Overall smut 

Part I Part II Part IV Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX

The next few days were pretty dull, you spent a few days over at Sidney’s, the first night it was just you two but the third day Tatum, Billy, and Stu all spent the night- it was a group decision to leave Randy out because he would just go on and on about who was the killer and why they were targeting the victims. Ghostface was pretty quiet too, with no killings or attempts since you, you were starting to wonder if you were meant to be the last victim, you also wondered if you had pissed them off by not going home. Luckily today you were returning home, back to see your parents and Irena and your brand new door- no shining scene included this time.

“Need a ride? Me and Stu are going to the movie store,” Billy asked, making you turn to him after you and Sidney had pulled away from a hug. “Sure, my parents haven’t left my aunts yet so I would appreciate it,” you said before turning to Sidney again. “Thanks for letting me crash at yours, I’ll call if I have anything weird going on again,” you promised her, waving bye as you left with the boys.

“You should call us if that creep comes back, me and Billy can put him in his place,” Stu said, giving his signature laugh and smile, making you laugh. “That’s a great idea, Billy can scare him away with his crazy eyes and you can bore him to death by telling him all about horror movies,” you joked, earning annoyed glares from both boys, making you laugh again. “I’ll call if I see them again, okay? Don’t worry about me, I can handle myself,” you promised the boys as you climbed into the back seat, throwing your bag in next to you.

The day passed by smoothly, the boys had taken you to the movie rental store and bought you some candy along with a movie, which Stu insisted you watch and even rented for you. Prom Night, another fucking Jamie movie. You had popped it into your laptop that night once you were home. Irena sat on your lap as you caught up on some homework due the next day, occasionally you glanced at your laptop to watch the movie, not noticing when Irena had moved from your lap and moved to your vanity. She sat down, her tail twitching angrily, your attention finally moved to her when you heard a little growl escape her.

When you got up to see what had angered her you saw the window slide open, the same masked killer from the other day climbing in through your window. You paused, looking at them with wide eyes, wondering if the flirting over the phone had all been a plan to get you off guard, to either kill you or kidnap you so they could set you up for the murders of Casey and Steve. Your nerves didn’t calm down when they motioned you closer after closing the window, still, you walked over slowly to them. Their hand reached up to your face, cupping it gently before gripping it more firmly, holding the knife in their other hand up to your cheek. Your breath hitched, feeling the cool touch of the steel against you, but they made no movements to harm you in any way, not really at least.

The knife ghosted over your skin, not enough to cut but enough for you to feel scared and strangely turned on at the same time. Your eyes studied the mask in front of you, you couldn’t make out their eyes behind the mesh, but you could feel their eyes piercing into yours. They removed their hands from you, pushing you towards the bed, you complied but paused when you sat down on it. “My parents are home…can-can you lock the door at least,” you asked, they tilted their head towards the door and you swore you heard them chuckle as they most likely recalled how they broke the last one. They walked over to the door, locking it before making their way to you. Your legs clenched together, your ever-growing nervousness and excitement now showing to them as you wondered what they were going to do.

They looked over you for a moment before holding the knife right up to your sternum, pressing the knife onto your clothes as they began to drag it down, leaving a trail of torn clothes in their wake. “I kinda liked those…” you murmured, if they hadn’t had the mask on you may have seen the shit-eating grin they had on their lips as they pressed the knife harder against your skin. Your cheeks heated up, taking the hint to shut up as you let them continue. You had already changed into pajamas earlier in the night, your Carrie shirt now tattered and torn, exposing your top half to them. Once they reached your groin, they paused and moved the knife away, pocketing it before pushing you back onto the bed so you were laying down.

They hovered over you, tracing your face again, the rough texture of their glove trailing down your body before their fingers hooked under the waistband of your pj pants, tugging them off slowly. Your skin grew goosebumps all over, the cold air in your room felt like mercy against your warm skin, which was only growing hotter by the second. A small whimper left you as you felt them place their hand over your panties, you hadn’t even noticed until that moment but your arousal had shown even through the fabric, feeling a little embarrassed that you were so needy without much effort.

Your hand flung up to your mouth as you felt them reach into your underwear, you could feel how cold their fingers were even through the gloves as they ghosted over your clit. You bit down on your hand as they pressed on your clit, circling around it as you closed your eyes and tilted your head back. The texture of the glove bothered you a little, which they must have noticed as you bucked against their fingers. A whine left your lips as their hand pulled away, opening your eyes to see them reaching into their pocket and pulling out some torn piece of fabric. They spread it out in their hands, showcasing it to you, a blindfold. Another blush rose to your cheeks as you tilted your head up for them to put it on, a silent understanding between you two that they wanted you to stay clueless about who they were. They reached around your head and tied the fabric over your eyes, your heart began to beat faster realizing that you were completely at their mercy now.

They reached back into their pocket, bringing the knife out and making a stabbing motion at you, bringing the knife inches from your forehead. When you didn’t flinch, they felt comfortable knowing you couldn’t see behind the blindfold and began to undress. You heard them shuffling in the outfit, hearing a thud on the floor, wondering if that was the knife or their mask. You received your answer when you felt the knife against your cheek again, you felt yourself grow wetter, partially because of the knife, partially because ghostface was standing right in front of you unmasked and you couldn’t see them. Your hand tried to move to touch them but before you had the chance they pinned you down by your wrist. You whined but they only gripped you tighter, they dropped the knife and instead grabbed your torn t-shirt and tied your wrist together with it.

You didn’t have to wait much longer before their mouth was latched onto your neck and their fingers were tracing over your core. Their fingertips teased you, running over your folds as they carefully placed a hickey on your neck. You could feel a grin on their lips as they bit and licked at your skin, feeling your pulse under their tongue. You did your best to keep your voice down, your heavy breaths bounced off of your bedroom walls as they pushed two fingers into you. A louder whine sounded from you, to which they comforted you by planting a kiss against your lips. You didn’t need to see them to feel the passion in the kiss, they pushed against you with such need, teeth clanking together and making your bones shake as their thumb moved to your clit.

Your thighs opened a little wider to allow them more access, relishing in the pleasure their hands brought you. The familiar tension in your stomach was slowly beginning to build, sweat began to form on your skin from feeling their hot breath against you. You felt their eyes on you, it only made you more turned on knowing they were watching every little reaction you had to their movements. Another finger entered you, hitting a spot inside that made you toss your head back and thank any supernatural being or god there was that they were quick enough to swallow the moan you let out in a kiss. They took the opportunity to snake their tongue into your mouth, making you melt even further as their pace quickened.

Your chest began to rise and fall quickly as that knot in your stomach threatened to break. You moved slightly, your hips bucking and moving against their fingers as you let the pleasure take you over. Before you could tip over the edge they pulled away, which made you whine and squirm in protest. “Not fucking fair,” you breathed out, to which you were met with the cold blade of their knife again pressing against your neck. You pouted, realizing ghostface probably didn’t like your bratty attitude too much but it was all fixed when they kissed you again. Your legs slowly fell open again, allowing them to situate themself in between them. Their hand let go of the knife again and instead took the opportunity to roam over your body, little whines coming from you when they ran over- and teased- all the spots you reacted to.

Finally, they trailed their way back to your core, watching as your face scrunched up with pleasure as they circled your clit again. “Please…” you whined to them, their other hand gripping your thigh as a warning, “I want you in me already, please.” You begged, their grip growing even tighter, likely to leave a bruise before they finally let up. You barely took a breath before you felt them against you, your body tensed slightly but soon calmed down as you felt their lips on yours again. They were more gentle this time, but you could feel the tension they held by holding themselves back. “It’s okay., you can ruin me. Please ruin me,” you begged again, whimpering when their hand gripped your neck, squeezing the sides as they quickly entered you.

Ghostface was smart enough to put their mouth on yours again to cover up your moan, melting in their hold as they began to set up a steady pace. You wondered if they were taking it slow to let you adjust or to tease you, but they quickly had your attention again when their free hand returned to your core. Your stomach tightened once again, your head spinning with all the pleasure they were giving you. When their thrusts began to quicken you couldn’t help but arch your back, your ankles hooking around them and trapping them in between your legs, but with the way they thrusted even harder into you, you don’t think they minded it one bit.

It wasn’t long before the two of you were close to coming undone, both of your hips stuttered and bucked, their hand that played with your clit quickened a little as well, paying attention to the spots that had you shaking. “Fuck, gonna-“ you whined again, your head tilting back as they hit your sweet spot, “gonna cum,” you whimpered out between moans, trying to keep quiet. They continued the torture they were inflicting on you, your black vision turning white as you finally reached your climax. Your thighs shook around them, pulsing around them before they came.

You felt their muscles unclench, glad that you finally came to the realization that they had worn protection, mentally cursing yourself for not even checking before. They pulled out slowly, gently touching your face as you whimpered from the loss. You adjusted yourself on the bed as they finally peeled away from you, hearing the shuffling of clothes again as they got dressed.

After a moment you felt a dip in the bed, feeling them untie you but held down your wrists as they leaned in for one last kiss. You smiled into it, giggling as they pulled away. “Come again tomorrow, with a new Carrie shirt preferably,” you asked playfully, feeling their lips curl up into a smile before they pulled away. You heard the thumps of plastic before your blindfold was taken off, your eyes meeting the masked killer after adjusting to the light.

“Was that smile a yes,” you asked, smiling when they nodded. “You can take the torn one as a momento, and so you know what size to get,” you offered, holding out the piece of clothing to them. They grabbed it, heading back to the window as you stayed on the bed and watched them. They climbed out of your room while you finally stood up and watched them take off. You sighed, running your hands over the little hickeys and bruises they left on you before heading to your bathroom to get cleaned up.

There was the ringing of a phone, only sounding for a few seconds before the other line picked up. “Hey Stu, let's take the girls shopping tomorrow, we owe someone a new shirt. Also need to get you all fancied up too, you have a date tomorrow night,” Billy said, Stu laughing before beginning to question him on the details.

[harrywavycurly]

YES TO A PART 2 PLEASE!!!

Hiii babes!!! So happy y’all wanted a part 2! So here it is and I hope y’all enjoy💖

A/N: if y’all want more updates on these two let me know because I lowkey love them so much✨

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Summary: You’re ready to talk to Harry but are you ready to hear what he has to say? Aka you tell Harry how you feel and he asks you to marry him…again✨

Harry cant help the smile that takes over his face as he sees you walk into his living room. His eyes glance down to your left hand and he’s pleased to see you still have on the gold band he slid onto your ring finger in your backyard a little over twenty four hours ago. He makes a move to get up from his spot on the couch but you quickly put a hand up making him raise an eyebrow as he pauses his movements. He watches as you let out a deep breath before finally making eye contact with him and his feels his smile morph into a slight frown when he sees the sadness that’s written all over your face. Your eyes are red and the tip of your nose is pink and if he was standing closer to you he knows he’d hear you sniffling letting him know you were crying not too long ago.

“You can’t marry me Harry.” He hates how your voice sounds shaky as your eyes go from looking at him to down to your shoes. “You deserve to be with someone you’re already in love with and not someone you just hope one day you’ll wake up and magically be in love with.” He stands up and ignores your warning glare when he sees your hand start to grab at the ring on your left hand trying to slip it off.

“I love you.” His words make you want to let out a sob as he takes your hands in his and ducks his head down so you have no choice but to look at him. “I know it’s not the same as being in love okay? But I also know that I’ve never allowed myself to think about you in any other way than as a friend because I knew from that very first night when we met all those years ago that I needed you in my life and I know that feelings and friendships don’t usually mix well.” You feel his warm hands give yours a gentle squeeze as he brings them up to his lips.

“I just couldn’t risk losing you so I never let myself see you as anything other than my bestfriend.” His lips are soft against the skin of your knuckles, he hears you let out a small sigh as your shoulders relax a bit. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t. I already know the moment I let myself actually see you as someone that’s not just my bestfriend but as someone I’m allowed to be in love with my life is going to change forever but I can’t take that leap unless you’re taking it with me.” He can’t help but feel his heart begin to beat faster as he watches his words fully register with you. He feels his heart drop to his stomach when you just shake your head and close your eyes as an attempt to avoid his intense stare.

“I already took the leap Harry.” He raises an eyebrow as you turn your head and open your eyes, you know if you look at him he will make you crumble and you can’t, not yet at least not until you tell him the truth. “I’ve been in love with you for so long that I can’t remember a time where I just loved you as my bestfriend.” Harry hasn’t ever wished he could change how he feels about someone more than he does in this moment, he wishes so badly he could tell you he’s in love with you too but he just can’t and you know it. “So I can’t do this, I’m sorry.” Your words come out like a whisper as you slide your hands out of his.

You try to turn and make your way to his front door but Harry knows you so he anticipates your escape attempt so he is quick to grab your hand before you can even try. You make a small squeaking sound of surprise when you feel him tug at your hand bringing you closer to him and when you look up at him and see a playful glare in his eyes as he just lets out a frustrated sigh and shakes his head you know he’s not upset but more so just annoyed and you don’t understand why until he starts to speak.

“You always have to beat me at everything don’t you?” You can’t help but shrug as a small chuckle escapes his lips causing the energy in the room to shift from sad and borderline heartbreaking to more optimistic and comfortable. “Can’t even let me try to fall in love with you first you have to go and admit that you’ve loved me for a while now and then in the same breath you want to tell me you can’t do this?” He gives your hand another tug bringing you even closer to him making you have to brace yourself with your free hand so you don’t crash into his chest as he looks down at you with a pout you know isn’t genuine because the way the corners of his mouth twitch in an attempt to hold back his smile. “I don’t think so sweetheart.”

“Harry I-”

“Just let me catch up to you love.” He closes his eyes as he leans down and rests his forehead against yours. You can feel how desperately he wants you to give him a chance. “I just need some time to catch up to you that’s all, you have a bit of a head start so just give me a little time please?” You interlock your fingers with his in the hand that he’s holding, this little sign of affection makes him smile as he opens his eyes and stands up a bit straighter.

“What if you never feel the same? Will you tell me?” He just nods as he brings your hand to rest on his chest right where his heart is. “Good so then I’ll be able to divorce you and take half of everything and move to Italy.” He rolls his eyes the moment you mention Italy.

“You’d never move to Italy without me.”

“I totally would if I was divorcing you because you realized you can’t ever love me the way I love you.”

“So you’d take half of everything and you’d take Italy from me?” You just nod as Harry lets out a scoff as he gives your hand a squeeze. “That’s just cruel love.” He brings your hand up to his lips and gives your knuckles a little kiss before he lets it go allowing him to use both hands to cup the sides of your face. “You won’t have to divorce me though.” His voice is soothing as his thumbs gently run across your cheekbones and you know you look a mess with your red eyes and puffy face from crying but Harry doesn’t care.

“How can you be so sure?” You need him to explain it to you, to make you understand why he’s so confident in his decision that you should be his wife. Your question just makes him grin as he leans down and places a quick kiss to your forehead making your knees want to give out.

“Because how could I not fall in love with you? For starters I feel like it is my duty to remind you how beautiful you are because I could literally stand here all day and explain to you exactly why I find you so stunning but I also know you hate that sort of thing so we will just move on.” Harry shoots you a playful wink but you know him enough to know he means it, if you wanted him to he’d stand there and give you a detailed explanation on why he finds you so beautiful because he’s done it once before when the two of you were drunk and you called yourself ugly and he wasn’t having it.

“You’re funny and you even find me funny at times which is a huge boost to my ego every time you laugh at one of my horrible dad jokes. You’re so smart and I love the way your mind works because you see things in a way that I don’t which is why we make such a great team. You challenge me constantly. You tell me when I’m being an idiot which is often and you allow me to make my own mistakes but you always let me know you’re going to be there when it falls apart.” You lean into his touch as he talks and you feel your cheeks get warm as he looks at you with such intensity you want to look away but you don’t, you know he’s saying these things to you because he desperately needs you to believe him when he says he can love you the way you love him.

“I think the love has been there this whole time I just refused to see it because I didn’t want to lose you.” He breaks the eye contact and drops his hands from your face as he tilts his head upward and looks towards his ceiling as he lets out a deep breath before you watch him look back down at you while taking a few steps backwards. “Now I’m going to do this one more time and honestly if you tell me no I’m never doing it again so no pressure but the future of the Styles name is sort of resting on your lovely shoulders.” You want to roll your eyes and make a joke but you can’t, all you can do is stare at him as he quickly reaches into his back pocket for something before he drops down to one knee for the second time right in front of you.

“I know how to make you happy and I know how to make you laugh. I also know exactly which buttons to press to make you want to smother me in my sleep while I’m taking a nap on the couch, I know this seems crazy but if you think about it we’ve kinda been dating for the last ten years and we have everything two people need in order to have a very happy and healthy marriage.” You smile and give him a small but encouraging nod as he reaches for your left hand.

“We have the foundation of over a decade long friendship and we have respect and for the most part we don’t judge each other even though I know you sometimes send photos of my outfits to Niall and you two talk shit but that’s okay because I sometimes talk to Mitch about the things you would tell me about all your tinder hook ups.” He watches in amusement as your eyes go slightly wide at his confession and before you can say anything your attention is brought back to your ring finger as Harry starts to slowly slide off the gold band. “But most importantly we trust each other and we’d never do anything to hurt one another and also it doesn’t hurt I quite like how you look nak-”

“I will say no right now if you bring up how I look naked in the middle of your second marriage proposal.” Your voice is teasing but Harry doesn’t want to risk it so he just nods as the gold band is now off your ring finger and you don’t even know how he does it because it’s so quick but he manages to switch it with a ring that you know you’ve seen before but you just can’t quite remember where.

“It was my Nan’s but you’ve probably seen my sister wearing it but after an intense evening of negotiating I managed to get her to agree to give it to me.” You feel your eyes get that familiar sting to them as he slips the ring on your finger. “I hope you don’t mind Gemma as a name for our first born child because that was one of the conditions as well as letting her be my best woman at the wedding but the main condition she had for giving me this ring was,” Harry smiles at how well the ring fits you and how good it looks on your finger before he looks up at you, and that’s when you feel the first few tears roll down your cheeks because he’s looking at you almost as if it’s the first time and you watch as his smile grows and his eyes light up. “You had to be the one wearing it.” You look from Harry’s eyes down to the ring and then back to him as you feel your heart begin to race as you prepare for him to ask you the question this has all be leading up to.

“Will you please marry me and allow me to prove to you just how easy it’ll be for me to love you for the rest of my life?” Harry watches with a hopeful smile as a few more tears roll down your cheeks and when you just nod your head he feels as if the weight of the world has been lifted off his shoulders as he lets out a deep sigh of relief but to your surprise he doesn’t move he just stares at you for a moment. “I really need to hear you say it. Please.” You’ve never been one to deny him especially when he asks so nicely.

“Yes Harry I’ll marry you.” His smile turns into a grin that makes his dimples pop out and the corners of his eyes crinkle as he finally stands up and wraps his arms around your shoulders pulling you into his chest.

“Thank god.” You let out a giggle as he mumbles into the top of your head while your arms wrap around his middle so you can press your cheek against the soft material of his shirt. The two of you stay like that for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in each other’s arms.

Harry is the one to break away from the embrace but just enough so he can look down at you with a quirked brow. “Would it be weird if we kissed? I know we’ve kissed a handful of times before and it wasn’t weird but is it different now? Or-” His words get cut off by you pressing your lips to his in a very rushed kiss but one that still makes him smile when you pull away.

“It is different now but it’s not a weird different.” You explain and Harry just licks his lips as he nods his head and before you can say anything else his lips are on yours but this time the kiss isn’t rushed and it feels like how kissing someone you just got engaged to is supposed to be, soft and sweet leaving you both with grins on your faces when he pulls away.

“So does next week work for you to get married?” You roll your eyes at him and ignore his question as you rest your head back on his chest.

“God we have to like actually plan a wedding now.”Harry laughs as you let out a groan and he knows you’re making a mental checklist of all the things that need to get done. “Where are we going to live?” He looks down at you and offers you a casual shrug making you roll your eyes at him yet again.

“We can live here if you’re comfortable with that? Or if you want we can look at some houses and find something that feels like it’s more us so you don’t feel like you’re moving into my house? Because no offense lovey but your house isn’t an option you have two bedrooms and one of them is the size of the closet I just have for my shoes and accessories.” You ignore his rude statement about the size of your house and smile at the idea of finding a place that feels like it’s just for the two of you rather than you moving into his house that he’s had for years and has seen a few other woman move in and out of it.

“Okay I like the idea of us finding a place together.” He just nods as his hands begin running up and down your back. “Who’s going to be your first call?” You know his answer but you want to hear him say it anyway.

“My mum so she can get all her ugly crying out of the way and I’m sure I’m going to have to talk her out of booking a flight out here and try to tell her to save it for the engagement party or something but we both know she doesn’t listen to me half the time so she’s more than likely going to ring my doorbell in a few days.” You laugh as he rambles on about his mom and you know even though his tone is teasing that he adores his mother and he’ll be a big teary eyed mess the moment she wraps her arms around him when she arrives.

“Mine is Niall because-”

“Niall Horan? That’s the first person you’re telling about our engagement? Really?”

“Yes because if he finds out through someone else it’ll just wreck him, you know he’s sensitive and besides I need him to get the big brother type conversation with you out of the way as soon as possible.” Harry rolls his eyes at the idea of Niall trying to have a brotherly conversation with him but he knows Niall has always been like a protective older brother to you and he’s been there for you at times Harry couldn’t so he’ll let Niall say whatever it is he needs to say and be done with it.

“You know he’s going to be a mess right? He’s going to cry and be all dramatic-”

“You’re one to talk about being dramatic Harry when you’ve literally proposed to me twice now.”

“I wouldn’t have had to do it twice if you would’ve just said yes the first time.”

“Someone has to keep you humble.” You feel Harry’s chest vibrate as he laughs making you smile, his laugh has always been one of your favorite sounds.

“And you do such a good job at it sweetheart.” You give him a little squeeze as he rests his cheek on top of your head. You feel your body start to relax as you look down at the ring on your finger. It’s a beautiful reminder that Harry Styles, your bestfriend for over ten years really did ask you to marry him and you really said yes because you love him and you believe him when he tells you that if you give him some time he will love you in the exact same way.

[slytherinsrule89]

Mattheo x stripper reader please🫠

It's going to be really hot when Matteo hires you to dance for him, and he ends up falling in love with you 😏

Okay I was actually so excited when I saw this one because damnnn. I just love it. Here you go lovely 🥰

Smut ahead ⚠️ Beaware

Mattheo had been coming to the same strip club for a while now. He enjoyed the music, decoration, and the drinks as well.

But his favourite thing about the place was you. You were of course a stripper there, the absolute best in his mind.

The way your body moved kept him in a trance that he didn’t even want to get out of.

He knew your schedule inside and out just so that whenever he came he could see your beautiful body swaying and grinding to the beat.

You enjoyed every bit of his company too. Mattheo was respectful, paid well, and boy was he good looking.

You were used to most older guys coming in and making comments, you knew that came with the job.

But it was certainly refreshing to see someone like him walk in just to see you.

Today was just like any other shift, it was a Friday night and quite busy but you were getting tired for sure.

Sitting in one of the break rooms having a drink of water your manager comes in telling you someone hired you to dance in one of the private rooms.

You sighed as your break was cut off but got up anyway and checked your makeup heading to the room.

A fake smile made its way on your face hoping that you’d get better tips because of it, and most times you were right.

When you open the door of the nearest private room, your insides boil with excitement seeing who it was who hired you.

“Hello Mr. Riddle.” You spoke seductively with that knowing smirk stretched across your face.

“Good evening gorgeous, here to give me a show?” He was cheeky and he knew it, but it was something you grew to enjoy.

The smirk stayed on your face as the music played and you walked up to the pole gliding your hands on it.

He sat watchfully on the chair in front of you. Drink in hand, his eyes never leaving his prey.

It wasn’t long before he beckoned you over to stand in front of you. And just as he was about to hold your hips you stopped him.

“You remember the rules don’t you? That costs extra.” The cockiness in your voice made him chuckle before he nodded to the corner of the room.

You curiously looked over before your eyes widened at the bag full of way more money than you’ve ever seen in your lifetime. And that says a lot.

Before you could say anything he pulled you forward, onto his lap. “That’s all yours princess, just as long you promise to give me your best.”

You have never agreed to anything as fast as you just did.

It wasn’t long before you were dancing on his lap, just like he asked, giving it your best. I held back small noises as you began to feel him grow underneath you.

“Such a pretty girl you are huh? Always flaunting that body of yours around, wish I could just keep it all to myself.”

He had been saying those types of things all night. You were surprised that he didn’t feel how sopping wet he made you just by his words.

Mattheo’s hands trailed their way down your waist before gripping your hips, stopping all your movements. Your tits were practically in his face, the lingerie set you were wearing not covering much.

“You're gonna be a good girl and ride me sweetheart? Bet you're so wet for me already aren’t you?”

Your knees would’ve buckled if you weren’t already sitting down on his lap, but you nodded quickly wanting nothing more at the moment.

“I need the words princess.” “Please let me ride you.”

Satisfied at your answer he tapped your hip signaling you to stand up for a moment. As you did his fingers came down to his belt, smoothly unbuckling it and slipping it off.

“Do the rest for me, will you, princess?” You walked over unzipping his pants almost drooling at the outline of his cock.

He raised his hips allowing you to pull down both his pants and boxers. You knew he’d be big but damn. That was a lot more than you’d expected.

Mattheo noticed your reaction and chuckled. “You think you can handle me? Gonna ruin that pretty cunt aren’t I?” He took my jaw in hand as he spoke with that pantie dropping smirk on his face.

Before you knew it he had picked you up, placing you right back on his lap and moving the lace at your core to the side.

His tip teasing your folds and clit, having to beg for him to put it in.

“Matty please, I wan-“ You were cut off by Mattheo shoving every inch into you without warning. A loud moan ripping from the bottom of your throat as he did so.

“Come on pretty slut, ride my cock like the hood girl you are.”

Doing as you’re told you lifted yourself up before slowly pushing back down, your head tipping back.

Soon you had a quick rhythm going that had you and a moaning and whimpering mess in his lap. Your eyes rolled back at the sound of a deep groan that left him.

“Good girl, just like that. You can go faster right?” Wanting to please him you did exactly that and started bouncing faster on him.

It started becoming a bit uneven as you chased your high, getting desperate for more.

“Mmm good good, come on princess cum on my cock, come on give it to me.”

His words sent you over the edge, moaning out his name as your pussy clenched around him.

Mattheo pulled out, stroking his cock a few times before his cum spurted all over your stomach and tits.

“Good girl, so pretty aren’t you? Just covered in all my cum. You’re mine. All mine.” Your brain to fucked out to answer nodded right away agreeing to probably anything he’d ask.

Hope you enjoy :)

[sturnlova]

First time ( C.S )

(Chris Sturniolo x Female reader)

( Warning : Smut, F & M receiving, kinda new to writing, not proof read all the way, pet names, fluff, i don’t know what else 😭 )

Chris : Orange

Y/N : Pink

Matt : Blue

Nick : Purple

Nathan : Red

(Word count : 900)

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Me and Chris have been best friends for over 8 years and i’ve told him every secret expect one, i’m a virgin, but i didn’t feel the need to because he can’t do anything about it. well at least i thought he couldn’t

“Exactly bruh, Y/N when your fucking someone would u let them do anal cause i personally wouldn’t” i giggled at his comment and so did everyone else but i didn’t really now what to say since i’ve never done anything romantically like sex, it’s not like people didn’t want to do it with me i just wasn’t ready. Nate went on for a while about fucking girls and his own experiences until i grabbed my phone and hoodie and hopped off the couch to go to Chris’ room and lock myself in there until i was ready to come out. I heard Matt whisper yell at Chris to go check on me and find out what’s wrong.

“Y/N let me in please, i wanna know if you’re okay, what happened Y/N/N”

“please go away Chris it’s embarrassing it doesn’t concern you anyway.”

“ I’m not going away Y/N/N cmon we’re best friends you gotta tell me ill tell you a secret if you want me to”

A minute after i unlocked the door, Chris opened it to see me with a puffy face due to the tears of embarrassment i shed. “Wanna sit and talk about it, i promise i won’t judge ” Chris moved us to the bed and laid me on his chest for we could talk about why i was crying out of nowhere.

As we laid down and made ourself as comfortable as we could i let out a sigh and a whisper into his chest “i’m a virgin at my grown age, Chris i just don’t want to do it with someone i don’t connect with, you know.” Chris just runs his fingers through my hair as i talk about how i feel embarrassed about being a virgin and why i still am one.

A uncomfortable silence forms until Chris cuts it with a knife “if you don’t wanna do this we can forget about it but do you want me to help, like platonically of course.”

“Help?”

“Yeah help.”

“You will tell me how to do it?”

“Of course Y/N no one has to know if u don’t want people to know“

He stands up and asks if i’m 100% sure, “im 101% sure Chris” He takes of his top and i take this as a queue to take mine of to, chris is there with jorts on and i’m left with shorts and my bra on which he unclasp with a bit of a struggle, but it’s fine. He leans down to kiss me softly but passionately.

He lays me down on the bed and crawls on top me of me. He pulls down my shorts and panties, leaving me naked well he still has his shorts on. “Chris please can you take ur shorts off, or do something please, it feels weird being naked and ur not.” “yeah sweetheart i’ll take it off don’t worry” He takes them off as he speaks.

Sweetheart?

I have to be honest with Chris because after all we are best friend’s “what if it hurts Chris, many get a towel in case i bleed.” “It’s ok we don’t need a towel but i’ll be slow i promise and you can just tap my arm 2 times if u want me to stop, ok?” i nod my head in response. He spreads my legs open and places my ankles on his shoulders. He teases my pussy hole a bit making sure i’m stretched before anything more happens.

“Okay I’m ready Chris just go slow” he slowly adds his length to me, i hiss in response as this is a new feeling and his definitely not small “you ok? want to stop” “no no keep going” He finally adds it all to me and starts moving, i can feel his balls against my butt it’s a bit funny to me only because this is the same boy i used to force to let me practice make up on. He continues his thrust at a steady past well whispering praises in my ear.

I’m a moaning mess under him due to all the new sensations i’m feeling; his tip hits my cervix with every movement he does. Chris giggles, “what’s so funny lover boy?” “the fact you can barely talk ” “shut up” i say between my moans.

“Y/N i’m really close ok, i want you to cum all over my cock” he whimpers as he moves slower and sloppier. “Let go baby” we finish together and giggle at each other’s sweaty tired faces a couple seconds after. We lay in bed together naked in a comfortable silence.

“You did so good Y/N/N i’m so proud of you. Thank you for being comfortable with me.” he kisses my check “you want me to get ya dressed for we can go back down? Or you wanna stay here for a bit ” “Yeah can you please get me dressed before someone walks in, and also i know i don’t have to much experience but you’re good at fucking” Chris giggled and pulled out of me to add my clothes and his clothes back on.

Chris puts his clothes on then grabs me by the waist and puts my clothes on until Nate walks in our room.

“Did y’all fuck?”

“what?” i say with a tone that clearly had attitude to it.

“No we didn’t do that, she had really bad stomach pains and was crying so it might i’ve sounded like moans but it wasn’t..”

“Oh sorry than but why is she naked?”

“Nate get the fuck out”

Chris whispered in my ear “I’ll drop you off home baby” i started to blush and nodded my head and looked down.

✧༺✦✮✦༻༺✦✮✦༻✧

It’s been 4 months since Chris admitted his feelings to me after “helping me” and i couldn’t be more thankful. I now have the best boyfriend i could ever ask for, we also have an annoying but loveable Nate who saw us Post sex.

[chrispotatos]

forever - matt sturniolo

vampire!matt × human!reader

summary: your dad wants to meet your bf that you love so dearly thats also a vampire, the only problem is your dads a hunter.

a/n: the vampire traits i wrote for this is the same ones from vampire diaries.

warning: fluff, smut, p in v (unprotected), fingering, slight angst, reader gets turned into vampire

a/n: probably the longest thing i ever wrote (it's prob not that long and im just being extra)

my father wanted to meet the boy i stay out with so late, the one that never feels the need to come over and always invite me over to his house instead, the one i never shut up about. my boyfriend matt.

me and matt were on his bed laying in the dark room the only thing that kept it lit was the sun, that was now setting while it rained.

"my dad wants to meet you, you know?" i tell him picking my head up a little to see his reaction. "you mean kill me" he joked raising his brows at me

i scoff at his response and lay my head back down on his chest. "he won't kill you"

i didn't really believe myself, i mean my dad was a hunter and he hated vampires with a burning passion so i wouldn't really know.

"when does he wanna meet me?" a smile comes across my face as excitement coarsed through my body from his words. he was gonna actually be meeting my father

"any day will do but lets try friday" i squeal and move up to hug him and pepper kisses all over his face. "okay no" instead of laying on him like before i sit next to his laying figure (lowkey what it's serving but less dramatic)

i giggle tucking some hair that slipped into my face behind my ear to admire matts very much changed but perfect features. he definitely wasn't the same boy as before but who would really be the same after dying then coming back and having to deal with everything not only that but live for enternity.

"what's on your mind?" he asked placing a hand on my thigh, his thumb caressing it lightly "you actually" a smile coated my face at the truth "yeah?" his words came out as a low grumble.

he pulled my face in for a kiss with both his hands, he start placing kisses to my jaw leading down to my neck directly next to my pulse sucking on my skin. that was until i felt his fangs graze my flesh "matt" i said in a warning tone.

"m' sorry" he kissed my lips again the contact of his soft lips on mine, while making out matt helps my body straddle his laying one.

he waisyed no time to grab my hips and making me grind against his clothed dick, i could feel him getting harder underneath me making me smile against his lips.

"i need to feel you so bad" matt whined, breaking away from the kiss.

he pulls my shorts and panties down half way, just to have enough access to slip two of his fingers down to my pussy and slowly pushing his cold, slender fingers into me. the coldness of his fingers against my warm walls make me jolt my hips upward a bit; away from his fingers for a bit then letting him finish working his finger inside me.

he curled his fingers inside of me hitting a spot that made the knot in my stomach clench "holy fuck" i whimper out as he moves his fingers.

my eyes squeeze feeling his thumb adding pressure against my clit rubbing it in circular motion. "close- im close" i babble out.

i felt him remove his finger and i shoot my eyes open "i want you to ride me sweetheart" he sits up against the headboard pulling his pants and underwear down past his thighs.

i run my finger over his tip, a light gasp elicits from matts lips. he tries to move his hips up into my hand but my body straddling his restraints the actions "i don't wanna wait anymore" he complained

"ok, ok" i hover myself over the tip of his dick then sink down on it. i rock my hips back and forth a bit, my head rest on his shoulder; clenching a few times trying to adjust.

"there ya go" he praises bringing his hands to my hips encouraging movement. i rut my hips forward, now starting to bounce on his dick another groan coming from matt.

i bite my lips trying to contain the orgasm about to wash over me so suddenly. it doesn't take a while before his tip hits my g-spot making me move at a more rapid pace. "im gonna cum" i breath out going down one more time and realese all over him some of the warm liquid slipping out of me. i collapse leaning against him "fuck" i muttered.

i pull off of him and stroke his cock listening to his whimpers until he releases all over my hand, a smirk creeps on my lips when i see his jaw slacked and eyes screwed shut from the immense pleasure. his heaving breaths falling into low pants.

i grab his shirt that he took off, from the floor and clean him up "really my shirt?" i give him a glare and he shoots me one back.

i throw the shirt back to the floor done already. i put my clothes back on and so does matt, he changes the sheets and blankets to a different black set and we settle back into bed cuddling back into eachothers arms again.

"i love you" he spoke breaking the comfortable silence between us "love you more"

"really?"

"of course i do, i love you more than my whole being" i reassure him.

"would you mind loving me forever.." his words came out as a slight whisper when reaching the end of his sentence.

i sit up from my laying postion "what are trying to say?" my eyebrows knit in faux confusion trying not to crack a smile. i knew he probably wanted to turn me but i wanted to hear him say it.

"i want you to be a vampire with me but only if you want to" he said making immense eye contact with me "I'll think about it" i nod assuring myself and whatever of him that actually believed this was something hard to think on.

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next day

it's a quiet afternoon, it was chilly so i made sure to wear a coat on the way to the sturniolos household.

i ran the rest of the way there when the sun started setting because it gets pretty eerie at night more than usual now that i know vampires are around here.

i knock on the front door and am met with nick, matts brother. "is matt home?" i question trying to catch my breath "yeah he's in his room" he stepped to the side letting me by.

there house was very nice, and it was larger than most of the ones in our neighborhood but also not that well lit i notice it's only candles lighting everything. i walk into matts room to see him sitting by his window, turning his head as i make my entrance.

"im ready." i admit fiddling with my fingers and avoidinghis gaze. he got up from his window sill with a small smile but it slowly faded "you sure?"

"yes" i nod along with my words "no y/n i mean are you sure you know what you're getting yourself into. are you sure you want this. are you sure you'll be able to love me for the rest of your life. are you sure?"

i take his words into consideration and im sure about all of it. he's my person i considered him my other half, when i found out he was a vampire it scared me but not for the right reasons i thought he wouldn't like me anymore. i thought i wouldn't be good enough for him anymore so it drew a line between us but with a few talks our bond was better and I'd quite literally do anything for him

he took a few breathers before i saw red veins under his eyes and his fangs come out. he pulled me closer to him by my arm and sunk his teeth into my flesh a small 'ow' followed up by some cries left my mouth.

matt punctured his wrist to draw blood and turned it towards me to drink "matt that disgusting" my face grimaced into a disguted expression. "you'll die if you don't"

i let out a complaing groan and drunk some of the blood that was coming from him, the metallic taste feeling my mouth. witha quick movement i was out.

i woke up, my neck aching in pain. i put my hand on the back of my neck rolling it a bit.

i look around and im still in matts room just no matt. speak of the devil. he walked right through his door with a glass of water.

not only my neck was in pain: but now my head, teeth/jaw, my eyes, and suddenly a growing appetite to eat.

"why do i feel like this" i pull my legs up to my chest, rubbing my temples. "you're gonna be okay" he reassures sitting on the bed and cradling me in his arms.

"nooo my teeth hurt- and my head" i whine letting a few tears slip the pain was excruciating. it felt like i was a newborn teething all over again, my head feels like someone knocked me with a mallet, and my vision was adjusting to too many things at once and i was hearing a bunch of conversations from miles away. "can you make it stop already" i covered my ears and started sobbing it was all too much for me.

my nose was running and tears were leaking from my eyes i was a complete mess. matt was there for me running his fingers through my hair giving me encouraging words that didn't help but he tried so thats what mattered.

after atleast 30 minutes it subsided and matt gave me the glass of water he had in his hands letting me take a few sip then putting it on the night stand and setting me down to rest.

"did you kill me?" i asked referring to when i was done drinking his blood and everything just went black. "unfortunately yes, i broke your neck"

it brought a smile to my lips, i would have laughed but didn't have enough energy for it. I rested my eyes to try and sleep while matt lightly scratched my back, lulling me to sleep.

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it's been two days and now currently Friday i haven't been at my house for those days and im sure my dads worried sick he has called a few times but i ignored them all out of fear i didn't even wanna come home but i knew i had to at some point.

i was dressed in some jeans and a plain black top it was clothes that i left at Matt's house other times i spent nights over his house.

over the days i thought it would get better but it didn't get any easier. my eyes would flair with veins and get bloodshot at any smell of blood. everything else was pretty easy to control except for my raging hunger for anything but food only grew.

to feel my teeth sink tear into someone flesh breaking through tissue and muscle just to drain them of blood.

to hold it off i ate animals but it didn't make the cravings go away.

"lets go" matt held the door open for me, we both walked out to his car and drove over to my house.

"what if he finds out im a vampire and kill me too" my voice trembles in fear, i was in no position to be scared. he might spare me, i doubt it but i have hope. matt on the other hand will probably not get it easy especially since he was the one who turned me.

"you're still his kid" he reminded placing a comforing hand on my thigh. he had a point but he also didn't understand my dads absolute hate for vampires the reason being is because he thinks one killed his wife my mom.

my stomach turned it felt like it was doing back flips, if i was still human my heart would have been beating out of my chest, unfortunately im not even a living being anymore. all this thinking distracted me from our way to my dad's place, i looked out the window and here we were.

matt came around the car and pulled the car door open for me sticking his hand out to help me, i took his hand helping myself out the car and walked to my front door knocking a few times.

"oh y/n i was so worried" he brought me into a hug, holding me close pressing my head against his chest and giving my back little pats. if only he knew i was the thing he hated most.

"are you just gonna stand there" my dad asked matt, his arms no longer hugging me.

"matt come in quick it's freezing out there" i exclaimed playing it off.

he wasn't able to come in unless he was invited in and my father probably caught on a tad bit or didn't even notice, either way i think it was well played off.

"nice to meet you" matt stook his hand out for a handshake, my dad ignored it and walked to the kitchen. "dad really?"

"help me finish making dinner" bluntly dismissing my words "i will leave if you continue this, it's not fair to him or me and it's actually quite disrespectful" i called out.

"yeah because im gonna praise a boy who doesn't ever talk to me let alone know what i look like. i know he's the on you're always sneaking around with so it's disrespectful to me" he declared raising his voice in the slightest.

i look over to matt who's jaw is clenched, i don't know if he was anxious or mad maybe a bit of both

there was no point in fighting so i just start helping my dad peel the potatoes. "how do you want your steak?" he asked getting seasonings out for what he was cooking

i was pretty hungry for anything but food right now so the closest i could get to blood is a rare steak but for more subtly medium rare is what i choose

"i thought you hated your meat pink?" he asked unsure of my reasonable answer "well you grow and you learn" i shrug

matt was setting the table, in no rush whatsoever making sure everything looked perfect. meanwhile i was struggling to skin the potatoes.

the vegetable slips out of my hand when i tried cutting it. "lemme help" my dad took it from me making the same mistake but cutting his finger and drawing blood.

oh fuck. "are you okay" i didn't look at him i couldn't i saw some of his blood drip onto the cutting board and i hurried out of there to the bathroom, matt chased after me calling out my name.

"whats wrong?" he asked knocking against the door. but i didn't answer, i looked myself in the mirror and i looked like a monster. i was one but why did i have to be one that kills.

i calmed myself a bit taking breathers and splashing cold water on my face. i come out the bathroom being met with a worried matt. he hurridly pulled me in for a hug "you're okay" he strokes my hair and started rocking side to side as the hug was coming to an end. "lets go back"

we walked hand in hand back to the kitchen and my dad was sitting at the table with a wooden stake in his hand. my walking has come to a hault at the sight

"i want the truth. what's really going on" he questioned. there was thick tension in the air, the silence was deafening.

me and matt exchanged knowing looks

"we're- well I'm a vampire" matt spoke up breaking the quiet atmosphere.

my dads grip tightened on the wooden object "im one too" i add

he drops the sharpened wood and looks at me with tears in his eyes "you?" i nod slowly and his breath hitched.

he started to shake his head in denial "it was you huh?" he picked the stake up and pointed it at matt "you turned my daughter into this monster" he stood up getting closer to use both.

i stand infront of matt not that i could really cover him fully because of our height differences but it was enough blockage for his heart not to get stabbed. "dad i asked for it, he didn't necessarily want to but he offered it and i took him up on the offer."

he sighed looking down to his feet then back at me "why? do you hate me or something" for probably the first times in months the tear finally slipped from his eyes. there were many occasions when he was close to tears but never actually shed any

"this isn't about you dad. i want to be with matt forever and this was the only way" i explained, giving him a pleading look for understanding or atleast sympathy.

"do you love him" my dad muttered

"huh?" i couldn't hear him clear but im sure i could have made out what he said "do you love him?" he reiterated louder.

"more than my will to live" he nodded "leave" he walked to his liquor cabinet and got some of his expensive alcohol and poured him a glass "leave the house or I'll kill you both" he threatened.

"bye.." i said so close to a whisper even suprised if he heard me. matt places his hand on my lower back and guided me out the door. "this is my fault" a sob tore through my words and matt ushered me into the car and drove us both back home (his obvi) and took me to his room sitting me on his bed, he sat next to me trying to calm me down.

my cries have subsided but everything still felt like it was some how my fault. i have no more family all i have is matt and his brothers. theres nothing wrong with that, me and his brothers weren't on bad terms but not necessarily friends, we did talk though but i just love my dad

"could i ever be human again?" he gives me a tight lipped smile and shook his head. i couldn't help but cry all over again "you starting to regret it?" he asked pulling my grieving body into his "little bit" i admit

he pressed a kiss on my head "im sorry" he apologized. i consented to this and i don't want him to feel bad for turning me into a vampire because i wanted this just as much as him.

a/n: i feel like the endings rushed but I've been working on this all day :')

[samiiy20]

Favorite place to have sex

𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: ot8 x fem reader! 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗲: Smut 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: unprotected sex (don't do it), oral sex, eating cum, masturbation, creampies. (I apologize if I forgot something) 𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: The title is enough.

N/A: I'm in a block, so I'll leave this here and go slowly to try to distract myself. I hope you like it <3

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English NO is my first language.

Hongjoong

I think he's a guy who takes a bit of risk with places and likes the idea of putting himself out there a bit (only if you're okay with it), but don't get him wrong, he doesn't want to share you, he just likes to show off that you are his and that no one else can have you.

Maybe in a practice room or studio, but if he had to choose, he would prefer a place with good lighting so I could see all the gestures on your pretty face.

You couldn't take it anymore, your legs were shaking and your breathing was failing, but Hongjoong's hips kept crashing into yours over and over again. Your hands were shaking from trying to stand supported, the cold of the wall made your nipples stand on end and you could taste the blood in your mouth from clenching your teeth too much. You were nervous but Hongjoong's kisses on your neck made you forget that someone could walk in and see them. "Come on honey, don't tell me you're scared?" You couldn't process a clear word and if you opened your mouth only moans would come out "let me hear you baby, let the world know how much you love me." You squeezed your walls making him moan close to your ear and that made you open your mouth letting yourself be carried away by the pleasure in your body accompanying him while you felt his load running down your thighs. "I should have recorded that."

Seonghwa

Let's face it, we all know that this man is very clean and careful.

I think his favorite place would undoubtedly be a comfortable place that he knows: his room.

Although I also think that if he is very horny he would settle for doing it somewhere in the house.

Neither of them said anything but as soon as they closed the door of the house you let yourself be carried away by your emotions and wrapped your arms around his neck. "I can't wait any longer Hwa…" You kissed him without waiting for a response and moaned into her mouth when his hands ran down your waist to your breasts. He trailed kisses down your neck to the neckline of your dress and then undid the zipper. "Me neither" He took your body in his arms and carried you to the room. He gently set you down on the mattress and you watched him peel off his clothes as he watched your body. He caressed your thighs and spread your legs. You moaned when you felt his tongue on your clit and you couldn't help but grab his hair while you moved your hips at the same time as his fingers.

Yunho

I feel like he is a big fan of doing it in the shower.

He likes the idea of water falling on you while your bodies are connected, it's like adding an extra sensation to the moment.

You entered silently without him noticing and hugged him from behind, laughing when he was surprised. "Did you miss me?" He asked turning around making the hot water wet you. You smiled without saying anything and got on your knees watching him smile, you knew he loved it here and you didn't waste any time when you put his cock in your mouth. You felt his fingers tangle in your hair and you let him guide you as you continued the movements of your tongue over the tip of his cock. You savored everything and let the water wash away the rest as you stood up. "Fuck me Yunho" He kissed you, caressing your body, letting the water surround you as he connected your bodies and let himself be carried away by the sensations and the sound of your moans echoing with the drops on the floor.

Yeosang

He loves intimacy, but has a taste for the living room.

He likes to see how the lights on the screen illuminate your body and loves the way they can move freely.

You were ready for a quiet night, but deep down you knew this wouldn't be the case. After a while you lost track and could only focus on her hands caressing your hair and your back. You hugged him, burying your face in his neck and heard him laugh. "It tickles me, don't do that" "But I have cold" With a quick movement he turned around, leaving you trapped between the couch and his body. He approached your lips and left you a short kiss. "Should I do something?" Whenever she spoke softer and more serious you were left speechless, but you nodded without taking your eyes off his eyes shining on him from the television. You saw him smile before joining his lips and starting a slow kiss, you savored every part of you as if he had never done it and his hands slid down your abdomen to your legs. "Don't play with me…" You moaned as his fingers ran over your core. "Let me take you princess" You couldn't deny him with that sweet smile and you nodded, letting yourself be guided by his fingers while you moaned his name. He kissed your neck and took delight in watching you writhe beneath him with just his fingers on him.

San

Game room.

He just loves to use his desk in creative ways.

He was so frustrated trying to beat the level that he lost count of how many times he failed. He took off his headphones and leaned back in the chair as he spun around trying not to hit the monitor. "Are you ok?" you asked leaning against the door as you saw him sigh. "It's just a stupid game" you approached smiling and stood between his legs to hug him. "It's not your fault you're so bad, darling." He let out a forced laugh and stood back looking at your face. "Do you think you could do better?" You nodded, knowing where this was going and took control when he offered it to you. You felt his hands on your hips making you sit on his lap while you began the game. At first he let you try, but as you lost the games your clothes came off every time the game was restarted. "My turn," he whispered when he finally undid your panties. He got up from his place making your body collide with the desk, he pulled down his pants and caressed your pussy with the tip of his cock "so wet" You moaned as he sank into you again and again, holding onto the desk so you wouldn't trip. His teeth sank into your shoulder and he moaned your name until he released himself inside you. "Let me play a little more," you said, knowing that this would be far from over. "Do it," he offered you the control and laughed when he saw how your hands were shaking. "I won't stop until you win."

Mingi

Inside the car. I have nothing else to say.

He likes to have your body very close and to be able to feel your breath in his mouth while he caresses every part of your being.

You smiled when you saw the landscape, everything was very beautiful and you had spent an incredible afternoon, it's too bad that the rain ruined the picnic, but you still felt happy to be with him. You were falling asleep watching the drops slide down the car window when you felt a hand on your thigh. "You're shaking" "Well, it's raining and wearing this dress wasn't a good choice." "Take it off" you raised an eyebrow in surprise, he wasn't very direct with those things but you didn't expect him to tell you now. "If you want to see me naked, why don't you take it from me?" In a split second his face turned red. That hadn't been his intention, he was just worried that you would catch a cold from wet clothes. You, on the other hand, were already taking off your clothes and it was too late to say anything when you sat hanging on his legs. You held his face and smiled at him. "I love you," he whispered, still not knowing what had happened. "I know" They put their lips together and let him take off your bra, he kissed your neck, bit your collarbones and sucked your nipples. You moved your hips and heard him moan your name over and over again, but it wasn't fair that only you were naked. They managed to undress and he let you take control as the windows fogged up. He loved having you close and he didn't mind having the small space, it was better for him if he had your breasts in his face. The raindrops were a sweet background melody as they both let themselves be carried away.

Wooyoung

I know, you know. Places with mirrors.

He is fascinated by being able to see the angle of your body when he has you close, from above, below, from one side, from the other, everything. He only wants to see you.

You closed your eyes, concentrating on something other than his fingers on you, but one of his hands grabbed your face and forced you to look straight ahead. "Look at you," he whispered in your ear from behind. You squeezed your eyelids but her fingers inside you stopped and you forced yourself to look at the mirror in front of you "that's it, look how slut you become with just my fingers." "I can't take it anymore woo…" You shifted on her chest when you felt him move again, your hands grabbed the sheets beneath her and you were fighting with her legs that were holding yours down so they wouldn't close. "Please…" "That's not the word" the tears stung your eyes but he didn't let you move your face, he wanted you to see how you came just with his fingers and how he did it again with his tongue and then how you did it again, one and again until you knew how beautiful you were in his eyes.

Jongho

Anywhere he can leave you sitting while he caresses your thighs and bites your neck, but his favorite place is in the kitchen.

Just like Mingi likes to have you close to her and loves to see your expressions up close to record them in her mind and repeat them later.

As soon as you saw him enter the house, you just greeted him and you turned around to try to concentrate on the food, but the image of him in that suit was running through your mind, imagining other things. You didn't realize you had nothing else to cut and accidentally cut your finger, you grunted and abandoned the board to go rinse yourself off. "Are you ok?" He asked, approaching from behind trying to see what had happened. "Nothing happened" "You're very clumsy" he wrapped his arms around your waist, you closed your eyes as you felt his breath on your neck. "I have to… finish this" "But you're thinking about me" he left a kiss on your neck and you bit your lips trying to resist his hands removing the apron you were wearing "I think today I want dessert first" You let out a moan when he turned you around and before you could speak you already had his lips on you. He dragged you to a corner of the kitchen and lifted your body easily, putting you on top of the surface. You became intoxicated with his perfume and let him do whatever he wanted by biting your skin and leaving red marks all over your breasts. You moaned his name as he pressed your bodies together and scratched his back as he caressed your thighs. You both let yourself go for a long time until you felt your body tremble. "A little more…" He moaned trying to get closer as he ground his hips into you but when you felt his cock throb inside him you hooked your legs around his waist feeling the load inside him. You stroked his hair and he kissed your shoulders as they recovered and then smiled. "Now I'm hungry"

[loverslantern]

The Hunter and the Witch~ Dean Winchester x f!reader

Description: More of Y/N's past is revealed. Dean is there to comfort her as he inquires about the parts she never shared. Warnings: Angst, talk of past abuse, child abuse, comfort, coping, understanding trauma, trauma, denial, no GIF sorry!

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Words mean more at night

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A back-and-forth motion rubs against my knee but my eyes are down at the carpeted floors. Someone got me to my motel room.

I blink, my eyes tracing the movement to a familiar veiny hand. He’s kneeled in front of me, patiently waiting for me. His motion on my knee doesn’t stop as he smiles at me sadly, “Hey,” he says.

“Hi,” I answer weakly, watching his face for any changes. Carefully he raises his free hand to my hand, giving me time to back away. He covers my clutched hand, I hadn’t realized I was forming tight fists. He gently pries my fingers open revealing little alcohol packets. That’s the light thing I was handed to clean off the specks of blood…blood from—

“Hey, you’re okay,” Dean says softly, pulling me back to the present. He takes the packets from my hands, opening one carefully but before he moves to do anything he asks, “Can I?”

I nod, not trusting my voice. I know I wasn’t supposed to allow him our small touches but that can all be screwed right now. I want a hug and I want to hide under the covers until it all passes, as childish as it sounds. “Words,” he reminds. He had his nailbed-biting habits I had the habit of shutting down and he knew that well enough to try and push me out of it, even if it meant just answering verbally. “Yes, please,” I say just barely above a whisper.

The motion on my knee stops and with that same hand, he reaches up slowly to cradle my head, pushing some of my hair back. He gets closer to my face and with the alcohol pad he lightly rubs off a spec on my cheek, his eyes focused there. I knew what he was thinking, I could see the thoughts and questions swirling in his eyes. “You can ask,” I say, it’s better to get it over now. He doesn’t say anything for a beat as he cleans a couple of spots on my face, “Not my place too,” he answers.

He lets go of me, pushing off the balls of his feet, and standing up, he collects the scraps and walks to the other side of my small motel room to discard them.

I want to sink into myself, “You’re upset with me,” I tell him, knowing I'm right by his body language and just overall behavior. Again he doesn’t answer but I can see the tension in his shoulders and I know he’s holding back. I kick off my shoes, scooting back on the bed until my back hits the headboard. I bring my knees to my chest and wrap my arms around me as he fidgets with something on the counter. 

He turns around swiftly but doesn’t move towards me, “Why didn–” he cuts himself off, running a hand down his face. “I’m sorry,” I say softly.

He shakes his head, “No, you got nothin’ to apologize for sweetheart I–”

“You can say it. Let’s just talk about this now, I don’t like it when you’re upset at me,” I admit though I’m sure he already knew. He sighs, looking away, “I’m not upset at you.”

“You aren’t?” I ask, surprised.

“No. I’m mad I didn’t know,” he steps closer until he reaches the bed, “I should’ve known.”

I pat the spot next to me, allowing him to get closer so we could sit comfortably like old times, “We were young,” I reasoned. He takes the spot next to me, the bed dipping as he does, “I have two years on you,” he counters. I roll my eyes, he always tries to play that card. “Well, I was very good at hiding it, had to be. Plus…you heard what I said about B/N.”

He groans, frustrated, his head leaning back on the headboard, “That doesn’t make me feel better. Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped.”

“You had your own things to worry about. We didn’t see each other very often then either, we hung out more after he died and by then it was no longer an issue,” I explain. But he doesn’t respond. “I’m quite resilient you know. Not much can really kill me,” I add, trying to lighten the mood. His head snaps to me, “That doesn’t make it better. You were still…”

“It’s okay,” I say, focusing my eyes on the wall across the room. “It’s not,” he replies, “He died when you were 15, you had 3 years of that.” I’m almost surprised he remembered the exact time like that, though maybe he had been thinking about it and started to calculate. I don’t say anything for I have nothing to say at all, I don’t talk about it and I’ve tried to forget it. “I shoulda known,” he repeats. I turn my head to look at him being met with his side profile, his eyebrows scrunched together and his jaw tense, he was beating himself up over something he couldn’t control. “I didn’t expect you to help me or save me you know, or anyone for that matter. Just hanging out with you and Sammy was enough.”

His jaw seems to twitch, “I saw some bruises before, but you said it was from a hunt you helped your Dad with. You're a lousy liar so I should’ve known.”

“Dean,” I say firmly,  touching his shoulder. He meets my eyes, his green eyes are cold, “Trust me when I say it wasn’t your fault, it was no one’s fault. It just happened. And it’s over now, has been for a while.”

He swallows roughly, his Addams apple bobbing, and I know he doesn’t believe me, “It’s your Dad’s fault, he’s a prick. Don’t matter if he was grieving or not.”

I frown, remove my hand from his arm, and focus my attention back on the wall. I can feel his gaze burning into the side of my face, “Don’t tell me you actually feel bad for him…” he says but I don't answer, “You don’t blame him?” he asks confused, leaning forward in an attempt to catch my eyes. I shrug, shrinking further into myself in an attempt to make myself smaller, “I don–I don’t know. He wasn’t always like that…he just….Mom was gone so…” I exhale a shaky breath, “I know it was wrong, that he shouldn’t have been doing that. I know that. It’s not like I forgive him or anything, I mean he hurt my brother—”

“And you,” Dean cuts me off to add.

“Yeah…and I know there are healthier ways of coping, I don’t condone his actions and I couldn’t imagine how anyone could do that to their kids but Mom was gone and…”

“There is no ‘but’ and you know that. Your explanation isn't going anywhere ‘cause there’s no excuse for that,” he interjects firmly. I know he’s right, but it doesn’t feel right to believe or say and I don’t know why. “He was only mean when he was drunk, otherwise he was quiet or gone,” I try to reason but the words feel wrong as they leave my mouth. “Not an excuse,” he counters.

“I know,” I mumble, “But! It started as an accident!” I say looking at Dean, “And it was necessary. He was on a hunt by himself and we knew he would be back soon but it was late so me and B/N made dinner together, we ate and saved some for him. B/N ended up falling asleep early, his football practice totally knocked him out, so I stayed up and waited at the kitchen table to make sure Dad got home okay. When he finally did get home he was very drunk and smelt like alcohol, I helped him and he was babbling about Mom. He pushed me off of him, ‘said he could do it himself so I backed off a little.

Then he was trying to get to the fridge for another beer but I got in his way cause I knew he had too much and should have water instead, he called me some mean names that I don’t wish to repeat. I’m very stubborn so I didn’t move and he hit me, it was just a slap though. But I have this whole defense mechanism and if my body thinks it’s in true danger then my powers will start working to defend me without really my control, and it’s very hard to shut off. So things started to rattle, and a picture frame on the mantel of Mom broke and that really made him upset so he hit me again this time harder and I actually passed out. But that’s okay! cause nothing else broke and I could’ve really hurt someone or if it got too out of control then I could’ve gotten the attention of hunters.”

I stop my rambling of the story, watching Dean’s face to see if he finally understood. But his eyes were filled with so much sadness and his face dropped with sympathy, a frown on his lips. “What?” I ask confused, didn’t he get it now? He doesn’t answer, instead, he wraps his arms around me, bringing me into his chest. I shift my legs so I can hug him back comfortably, but I hold onto his arms more confused than anything. “Wasn’t necessary,” he says, his chin on my head. I open my mouth to say something else, to say he’s wrong but it hits me then. I was being an idiot, a total fool.

If someone told me that story I would feel bad for them and say they didn’t deserve that, they did nothing wrong in the first place. But it wasn’t someone else’s story, it was mine, and somehow that made it different. Right?

It shouldn’t. I know it shouldn’t, so why do I feel this way? I’m not normally like this. “Wasn’t your fault. You were a kid and you were trying to help, he’s an asshole and shouldn’t have done any of it,” Dean says softly.

Tears run down my cheek. I didn’t like his Dad because he didn’t treat them well so why was I making excuses for my Dad? Was it because of Mom? She loved him so wholly but still would have despised what he became, did he know that? Did that only make him feel worse?

And just because he wasn’t always mean to us doesn’t mean it was okay. Because it was more than being mean, I know that.

I know by morning I’ll be in a better mood. I’ll have a different perspective on things that I won’t understand for a while, I’m self-aware enough to know that too. But it will be okay because things always turn out okay, they always get better. Tomorrow will always be a new day and the sun will shine brighter.

I pull away from Dean just far enough to look at him, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, it was nothin’ against you.”

He gently wipes away a tear falling down my cheek, “Stop apologizing.”

I open my mouth to apologize for apologizing but seeing the issue there I lean my head into his chest again. We stay there silently for a while and I try to focus on the soft rise and fall of his chest instead of my mind. He rubs a hand up and down my back, and my shoulders drop. It’s been a long day with a lot of emotions and I was tired. “He can’t hurt you anymore. ‘Won’t let anyone hurt you,” he whispers just barely audible. But my eyes were fluttering shut, growing heavy so maybe I imagined it and the soft press of his lips to my crown.

Tomorrow will be better, I remind myself.

[annaphoenix1994]

El Sin Nombre - 1

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We rushed back to the base with haste. We knew we were caught, yet we were all nervous about getting scolded for it. I felt so stupid for it for some reason. She was nowhere to be found when we got back, and I immediately grew worried. How did she get into town in the first place? We didn't see her and make sure the left Las Almas because Alejandro and Soap were acting like we were caught out past our curfew by their parents and drug me along with it.

I could still smell the linger of her perfume in our shared bathroom, waiting a few moments to see if I could assure myself that she was back by listening for movement in her room.

Nothing.

Contemplating, I wondered if I should radio her and ask for her status, but I couldn't be making it more obvious than I already have. I was usually good about hiding my emotions, but I knew my cover was blown when Soap, out of all people, called me out on my little crush.

I rid my body of my weapons and mask, running my fingers through my hair before retreating to the kitchen nook to make myself a cup of coffee although I really wanted whiskey, but apparently, no man on this base liked it and preferred tequila. Kiera had a bottle of it yesterday, but I wasn't surprised if it was already gone by now.

I sat in a welcoming silence, appreciative that Soap decided to run off with Alejandro and Rudolfo to play around with offroad vehicles. I could hear the low hum of the engines faintly outside, thankful that I didn't have Soap walking in on me without my mask and asking me questions. Like I said before, I really didn't care that I showed my face when I was off the field, but Soap had never seen my face before, nor has there been a time that we worked together that I ever took it off because we were always sent on the roughest missions, rarely having a base to comfort into.

Even though I didn't care that my face wasn't covered now, I suddenly wished that it was when I heard the faint clicks of Kiera's heels come closer. The dress she was wearing looked even better up close. Her skin was glowing, her waist was perfect, and the way her straight hair gave in to the Mexican humidity left gentle waves of blonde tresses covering her shoulders. Bloody fucking hell, Simon. Don't get up and make it obvious that you haven't been in the presence of a woman in a long time! My body was letting me down, and I was ashamed that I couldn't control it.

"Were you a part of their little entourage, too?" She arched her brow at me, yet her tone was hard to read. I couldn't tell if she was mad or genuinely curious.

I shrugged, "I was only following orders."

"Mhm." She sighed, setting down a bottle of whiskey and tequila on the table, taking out her earrings and setting them on the table next to the bottles before walking towards the cabinets and getting out a glass. "You want some whiskey? I'm already getting a glass for me."

"Can never turn it down," I breathed, taking a sip out of my coffee mug to ease my anxiety around her. "Only if you're offering."

"Well, considering the other bottle was gone when I checked this morning, I knew I needed to get another one. Apparently, nobody else here likes whiskey and prefers tequila."

Funny you said that love because I thought the exact same thing.

"Seems that someone likes it other than you and I."

"Yeah. You want a Coke with yours or do you drink it straight?"

"Straight."

"Okay." She replied, opening a can of Coke before sitting down at the table, breaking the seal of the lid and pouring two glasses of whiskey, sliding one to me before continuing to pour whiskey into her glass until it stopped at the rim.

I watched as she licked her lips, pressing the glass to her bottom lip and taking mere sips of the whiskey, finishing off the rest like a shot before chasing it down with a taste of Coke. Bloody hell. Who hurt you, love? Because I can't even drink whiskey like that!

"Rough night?" I questioned, watching her start to pour another glass, except she mixed the soda right into it before the liquid stopped at the rim.

"That was just a warm-up shot," She smirked. "But yes, it's been a rough night. From faking to be a foreign exchange student to seducing a cartel member for intel before killing him and finding out that I can't be trusted when going into town alone really took a toll on me." She explained sarcastically.

"I think Alejandro's intention was to just make sure you were safe. I doubt he doesn't trust you."

"If he didn't, I wouldn't be on this base," She shrugged. "He does this every time I go off on my own – following me around in the shadows."

"I can't blame him, though. Mexico isn't the safest place for a woman to be going off alone."

"Believe me, I know."

"Then why do you do it?"

"Because it's the best way to get intel. You can't send a man to do a woman's job with what I had to do tonight."

"Did you get anything?"

"A hit on Sin Nombre. One step closer, I guess," She shrugged, pulling out a piece of paper that was tucked between her bra and ribcage. "The man I killed – he was a cartel Lieutenant. He hosts parties for El Sin Nombre every October to celebrate the Day of the Dead. It just so happens to be tomorrow night, so I got it just in time."

"Good work."

"Thanks. I also found a box of invitations for V.I.P's. I took a few just in case we could use them."

"Smart. Have you told Alejandro?"

"Not yet. Him and Rudy were taking your friend for a ride on the UTV, and I didn't want to interrupt their fun."

I was glad that she didn't go up to them while still wearing that dress, giving Soap another reason to eye her up and down just like other men were doing tonight, including myself. That thought pissed me off, yet I had no right to be mad about it because I did the same thing, though I know my intentions with her were nothing but good, and I didn't know what went through another man's head when they looked at her. I had no chance with this woman, yet I thought about her as if she was already mine. I needed to stop with these thoughts before I got too far deep into it, yet she made it so bloody hard to keep her off of my mind.

We sat in a comfortable silence for a while. I sipped on my glass of whiskey, yet she was already on her third full glass yet wasn't acting one bit intoxicated. In fact, she seemed more alert.

"How do you drink so much and not seem intoxicated?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Adderall." She replied, her tone confident, and I couldn't help but chuckle and shake my head.

"I guess that's one way of doing it."

Her gaze made me anxious. I knew she was studying me. Like I said, my body was letting me down, but I was glad I was sitting down because the table hid the obvious tent in my pants when my lingering eyes locked onto her neck, wishing my lips were marking her skin as a part of my territory. It was likely that she already knew considering she was an expert at body language if she worked for the C.I.A, but even if she did, she wouldn't tell me.

"Yeah. Figured we'd stake out the place tomorrow evening and see what we can come up with. I'll talk with Alejandro in the morning."

"What about Graves? He's downstairs."

"I don't trust that motherfucker as far as I can throw him," She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I'm leaving him out of everything unless I need him."

I wanted to ask her why so bad, but I knew it was none of my business, "Oh. I'm sorry for asking."

"You didn't know," She shrugged, taking the last sip of whiskey before chasing it down with another sip of Coke. "I'm going to go to bed. I'm dying to get out of this dress."

I can help with that... 

"Okay. I'll see you around, yeah?"

"You won't have a choice but to," She giggled, standing up from the table and leaving the bottle of whiskey behind. "We work together."

God, this woman is going to get me in trouble.

But I like trouble.

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"La casa de Sin Nombre?" Soap asked, looking through his binoculars.

"No, one of his Lugartenientas." Alejandro replied.

"A cartel Lieutenant."

"Buen hermano. Estás aprendiendo. (Nice, brother. You're learning.)"

I knew Soap had no idea what Alejandro just said, but he went along with it. We were all staking out the mansion Kiera had briefed us about, except her only wish was to not let Graves know that she was the one who found out about the location. We all wanted to know why, but it seemed like Kiera was here on more than just business on finding Hassan and the missiles, and Alejandro seemed to know vaguely about her assignment considering he worked with her before, but again, it was none of my business. I was only here to follow orders.

"My sources tell me all the V.I.P's will be there tonight. Some are invited, some are, um..."

"Volun-told?" Graves guessed.

"Yes."

"What's the meet about?"

"Nosotros (Us). Las Almas is burning, and they want to know who lit the fire."

"Sin Nombre will be there, yeah?" I asked.

"No guarantees, but this is our best shot."

"Then we take it," Graves said. "I've got enough Shadows to take over the whole damn country."

Cocky bastard. No wonder Kiera didn't want you to know about her intel. He seems to me like he's got a serious power-trip problem.

"I'd prefer if you didn't."

"I'm just sayin'," Graves chuckled. "One house shouldn't be a problem."

"We need Sin Nombre alive." I added.

"Well, then we need to meet him."

"How?" Soap asked.

"Give 'em what they want: intel. They wanna know who's here, let's tell 'em."

"In person?"

"Correcto. Get one of us inside, find the boss, wrap him up."

"I'll do it." Soap said without hesitation.

"You go in there and they'll kill you, Hermano."

"I'll take my chances. We came here to stop a missile, let's stop it. I'll offer intel for a meet with Sin Nombre. And if he's there, we pounce."

"Aye, tienes pelotas, hijo de puta escocés. (You've got balls, you Scottish son of a bitch.) To get in, you'll need eyes and ears. I'll go too."

"Me, too." Kiera chimed in, an eager smile on her face as she stood next to me. She was so small compared to me, her head coming up to my British flag insignia patch on my bicep. "We'll be there on the inside just in case trouble follows us. We get eyes on you and find Sin Nombre."

"Wouldn't they notice you?" Graves questioned. "You're white."

"Wow, you're good! What color am I thinking of?" She scoffed. "For someone who graduated Harvard, you sure lack common sense, Graves."

Yeah, I can sense that she really didn't like this man.

"I'm not here for your jokes, Dutton. All I did was ask you a question."

"No, they won't notice me because I'm white. You won't believe how many white women are sleeping with men of the cartel. I'll blend right in."

"Oh, I'm sure you will. Done it a few times before, huh?"

Don't instigate her, mate. She'll climb you like a bloody tree, and I don't feel like breaking up another fight tonight, though I probably wouldn't even try to stop it. You're on my nerves, too. 

"Nah, I get my shit done far before I have to lower my standards."

"Yeah, right," Graves shook his head. "I just want to get this done."

"Okay, then you shouldn't have started running your mouth. Won't you go back to the comfort of your little helicopter and leave us to do the dirty work?"

"I'll take overwatch. Shadow circles the target in a helo." I said, deliberately keeping things from going out of line. Kiera really didn't take any shit from anyone, and I really liked that, but sometimes I wish she wouldn't say anything until the time came for conflict, but she had a strong spirit about her that nobody could stop, so the best I could do was deescalate the situation before it got out of hand.

"Roger that," Graves nodded at me before ripping off his Shadow Company insignia patch and handing it to Soap. "They are going to want proof. Show 'em this."

"Okay." Soap nodded.

"Call me when you need me." He said before walking away, leaving the four of us to converse.

"How are you two going to get in?"

"Violently is how Alejandro prefers it, but I have one of these," She smirked, pulling out an invitation from her pocket. "Wasn't going to let the wise cracker see that I can get intel on my own."

"Ah."

"If you excuse me, I have to get changed." She smiled, slinging her duffel bag over her shoulder.

"Oh, you can change right over there. Nobody will see you." Soap suggested, even though I knew damn well that he only said that because he wanted to watch her change.

"Awe, do you want to help me, too?" She cooed at him.

"Really?"

"Nah, I'd have to lower my standards. Alejandro, I'll see you down there." She said, smirking at Alejandro before walking off out of sight.

"Ouch." Soap sighed, bowing his head before taking off his vest and earpiece.

"You walked yourself into that one, Hermano. That woman is too much for you to handle."

"That's why I like it."

"Johnny, get into position." I finally spoke up, having enough of what I was hearing. I hated to hear him sexualize her, yet again, I was no better because I thought the same thing, except Soap would say what was on his mind and I didn't let what was on my mind come out of my mouth. She didn't deserve it, yet I still wanted to get her attention.

"Aye. Keep an eye on my vest for me, would you?"

"Keep making comments and I'll throw it down the bloody cliff."

I took a sniping position on a ledge that gave me a clear view of the mansion, taking mental notes of all entries and exits as I adjusted my scope and measured the wind direction. Soap was advised to stand by until Kiera confirmed that she was inside. I still haven't heard Alejandro's status, and I was starting to get nervous.

After a few minutes, Kiera finally came into my view and bloody hell did she make me question my self-control. She wore another red dress, except the back of the dress exposed her back with a diamond body chain that came over her shoulders and down her back with her hair in a classy ponytail with black heels. Bloody fucking hell, the sight of her alone drove me fucking crazy.

I breathed heavily through my nose as I watched her walk up to the front gate, two guards immediately approaching her with a calm demeanor. 

I wanted to shoot these bloke's heads off for watching her walk into the mansion, playfully elbowing each other as if they thought they had a chance with her.

The way they approached Soap was different than how they approached Kiera. Instead of a calm demeanor, they caught his attention by shooting at his foot, quickly kicking him down onto his knees as the other searched him for weapons.

[insidekatmind]

Make peace~ Vinicius jr

Wearning: +18,smut, english is not my first language

I sat in the passenger seat of Vinicius Jr.'s car, the engine humming in the background as the sun set over the horizon, turning the sky a warm orange. The silence between us was thick, full of tension after the argument we had had. The words we had exchanged had been harsh, but now here we were, both a little vulnerable and uncertain.

“Y/N, I don't want it to end like this,” he said, turning his face slightly towards me. His dark eyes reflected a sincere light.

“Me neither, Vinicius, but there are things you need to understand,” I replied, looking out the window, avoiding his piercing gaze. “I can't always be the last person you think about when you're away.”

“I know, and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel this way,” he said, slowly bringing his hand up to my thigh. His touch was light, almost casual, but the warmth he gave off was impossible to ignore.

“It's just…” I began, but the words caught in my throat as he continued to stroke me, distracted but attentive.

"But?" he urged me, moving a little closer. “What worries you most, Y/N? The distance? My commitments? Tell me."

“I don't want to be just an afterthought in your life,” I confessed, feeling my heartbeat quicken. “I want to feel important to you.”

“You are more important than you can imagine,” he whispered, leaning towards me. “Every time I'm on the pitch, I think of you. It's your voice that pushes me to give my best."

His warm breath touched my skin and my defenses began to crumble. “Vinicius…” I murmured, but he didn't let me finish.

“Let me show you how much you mean to me,” he said, bringing his face closer to mine. The tension transformed into an atmosphere full of desire. "Can I?"

“I don't know if that's a good idea,” I replied, but my voice betrayed my true desire.

“Come on, Y/N,” he said with a mischievous smile. “We're already in the car, who cares? Let yourself go a little.”

I couldn't resist him. His fingers danced across my thigh, each touch lighting a spark inside me. I looked into his eyes, finding in him the answer I was looking for: desire, passion, and a bond that we couldn't ignore.

“Okay,” I said finally, my heart pounding. “Show me.”

The air became electric as we approached, our lips touched and, in that moment, the outside world vanished. The argument, the insecurities, everything dissolved as we let ourselves be overwhelmed by passion. And in that moment, the world around us had disappeared.

The lights of the city shone in the distance, but all I saw was his face, close to mine, his eyes shining with unstoppable desire. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and my heartbeat quickened as he approached, his hot, labored breath brushing against my skin.

His hands slid to my hips, squeezing me gently but firmly, as his face tilted further and further towards mine. I knew it was going to happen. A mix of anticipation and adrenaline coursed through me, and in that moment, all rational thoughts vanished.

When our lips met, it was like an explosion of fire. His kisses were full of passion, every movement full of emotion.

His mouth moved with intense grace, responding to my desire, as his fingers dug into my hair, pulling me towards him. There was no longer any space between our bodies, and the heat we exuded together created an almost palpable atmosphere.

I lost myself completely in that kiss, letting myself be enveloped by his presence. His lips were soft and warm, and the taste of his breath was a mix of fragrance and intensity that made me dizzy.

Each kiss became deeper, bolder, as if we were trying to communicate everything that words could never express. In that moment, time seemed to stop.

Everything I had wanted was wrapped up in that explosive connection. His kisses became more and more intense, more hungry, while I responded with the same ardor, digging my nails into his shoulders, trying to bring him even closer. We were immersed in a world of pure passion, where nothing and no one could interrupt our mnoment. It was a kiss that spoke of desire, of ardor, and of an intensity that promised to continue far beyond that simple moment.

As the kiss became more intense, my hand delicately went down his body, touching the buttons of Vinicius' trousers and he moaned. Every movement is full of attention and desire. The sensation of the fabric under my fingers mixes with excitement of the moment, as the kiss continues to intensify, enveloping you both in an atmosphere of passion and complicity.

I started groping his cock over his pants and he sighed as he put his hand on my neck and squeezed it a little and stroked it.

You started to unbutton his pants and he helped you go faster and while you were still eating each other's faces with your kisses, you pulled down his pants and his boxers just to get his cock out of his pants and let it come out.

As you continued to kiss Vinicius you began to stroke his cock and move your hand up and down as the kiss became more intense as Vinicius explored your mouth with his tongue and lips.

You continued to work on his cock, also moving down his balls, squeezing them, making him moan into the kiss.

You bit his lip and then sucked it and he moaned resting his head on his seat as you started kissing his neck while continuing to move your hand on his big hard cock.

“Fuck y/n” Vinicius said closing his eyes for a moment enjoying the feeling of your hands on his cock and your kisses on his neck.

At the beginning your kisses on the neck were light, almost shy but little by little they intensified, becoming more decisive and passionate. You could hear Vinicius' heartbeat as he enjoyed the moment.

You continued to quickly slide your hand up and down his cock as you sucked and nibbled on the skin of his neck. “You will be the death of me y/n” he murmured and you smiled then lowered your head onto his cock and took the tip of his cock into your mouth while helping yourself with your hand to stroke his cock.

After a while you raised your hands while trying to take it all and he put his hand on your hair to fuck your mouth and you let him do it, you were enjoying it that he was fucking your mouth.

Vinicius was about to come you could hear it from his moans and his cock starting to vibrate, three more licks and he came in your mouth.

When you took his cock out of your mouth, you made eye contact with him as you wiped your mouth clean of his cum and put your fingers in your mouth and sucked on them to get the rest of his cum.

He groaned at the sight as he caressed your ass. “You taste so good, I love your cock” you told him and he smiled as he leaned in to kiss you.

When you broke away, he stroked your hair and looked at you softly. “I love you y/n you come first.”

[fruitsoxs]

Soxs, your writing rocks. May I have just some good ol’ fashion fluff with Vash. Just want the boy to know he’s worth it.

is this fluff??

5 Times you Kiss Him, and One Time he Kisses You

pairing; vash x (GN) reader warning; dressing wounds, pure fluff I think, church at the end notes; i needed some fluff aha

1) Kissing his wound

“Stop moving.” You chastise as you wrap a bandage around his arm slowly. He lets out a small whine and tries his best to freeze, but within moments he is wiggling again. You sigh and lean back looking up at him. “I can’t do this if you keep wiggling around like that Vash.” You tell him, pressing a firm hand on his shoulder to still the anxious man.

He had gotten a bit hurt during the latest shoot out, and of course had tried to hide it. You’re not sure you would have ever found out if you hadn’t walked in on him trying to clean his own wound. At first, your eyes were drawn to the scars that lined his bare abdomen. You had never seen him without his shirt on before, so this was a new sight. But, your gaze narrowed on the wound dripping blood down his arm.  When he noticed you there he froze, a guilty smile on his face. 

You of course had to sit down and help.

He pouts and nods. “It just…it’s not a big deal. I can do this myself, you know!” He tells you for the third time that night. You roll your eyes and shake your head. “Vash I saw you struggling to clean it on your own- I’m not gonna let you do a bad job and get infected.” You shush him, getting back to work. Your hands wrap the bandage around his upper arm, careful not to hurt him.

He watches you with a small frown. “I’m okay.” he says after a moment of silence. “Really.” He tries to assure you. You huff and tilt your head to look up at him. “How many times have you gotten hurt and hid it like this?” You ask, ignoring his reassurance. He looks down at you with that same guilty look, then away as if he can’t handle what he’s about to say. “A few times.”

You push down the anger that bubbles up inside of you and finish wrapping up his arm. He goes to pull away, but you stop him. You gently pull him closer and place a small peck right above the place you wrapped. His eyes widen, and his face flushed red. 

“Stop doing that. Okay? I know you’re okay, but I want to help. You matter to me Vash.”. 

2) On his hand

Your fingers trail down the cool metal of his arm, circling the robotic limb as you sit there next to the fire. Vash hums happily and flexes his fingers. His arm rests so comfortably on your lap as you use it to soothe yourself. 

It had been a weirdly stressful day. You had been run out of one town, then the next as you two searched for a place to stay. Finding no luck, you were forced to set up camp behind a random large boulder. Vash is pretty use to sleeping under the stars, but he wanted to get you somewhere nice to sleep for once. It seems luck wasn’t on his side though.

You were stressed after being chased around all day. Running from one spot to the next,  worries that Vash may end up getting captured again. It felt like the bounty hunters were specifically ruthless that day, throwing everything they had at the two of you. Somehow, both of you made it out just fine.

Once the two of you were settled, you had grabbed his arm without a word and started tracing the patterns in it. He allowed you, not even tensing up at the touch. He has gotten use to you needing small things like this to calm your nerves. You often take a hold of his hands, metal and non-metal- to just hold when things get rough. He’s okay with it. He enjoys it. It calms him down too.

You trace your finger down to his own, and lift his hand up. Curiously, you press the metal against your lips and kiss it softly. He looks over at you, and tilts his head. “What are you doing?” he asks, but makes no movement to pull away. You shrug and drop his hand back into your lap. “Just…looking.”

You’re not sure if he felt it  or not, but you figure he won’t bring up the kiss unless you do. 

3) The top of his head

He’s upset.

You know he’s upset, but he won’t cry. He never cries

After stopping for a second in a random small town, Vash once again was spotted by the wrong sorts of people. They started shooting right away, bullets hitting the wall behind you two. It was a tiresome battle, one that was only won thanks to Vash’s insane skill at diffusing situations non-violently. Sadly… there were a few casualties of innocent by-standers. 

He left the village as a woman screamed at him for causing her husband’s death. You have never seen him look so down before, with his usual bright eyes so dim the light looked gone completely. When you tried to talk to him, he just shook you off saying that you must continue going. 

Now, at a random inn, you can see him still up. Staring out the window into the night sky. His silhouette against the stars. You sit up and call out his name, but he doesn’t move. He doesn’t even turn to look at you. You get up out of the bed and slink over to him, putting a hand on his back. He pulls away from your touch silently.

“It’s not your fault.” you whisper watching his shoulders shake. He lets out a choked “Yes it was.” You frown and pull him into your chest, hugging him tightly. He tenses up, but soon lets himself relax into the hug. He wraps his arms around your waist from his sitting position, and shoves his face into you. You comb your hand through his messy hair and whisper comforting words down at him. 

“It’s not your fault.” you repeat over and over again until he’s forced to believe you. You don’t explain your reasoning, you just comfort him with those four words. He finally lets himself cry a bit, clutching onto you. 

When his body stops shaking, you lean down and press your lips to his head.  

4) His scars

Your lips trail down his jaw, ghosting down to his bare chest. He sucks in a breath and tries to pull you back up to face him. He doesn’t like when you go too far down, uncomfortable with how close you are to the bits of his body that he has deemed “ugly.” You stay firm though, glancing up at him softly.

“Vash. I think you’re beautiful.” you whisper, causing him to turn red. He doesn’t try to pull you away , but you can see that he’s uncomfortable. You don’t want to push him, but you also know it’s time for you to show him what you mean. “All of you is beautiful. Every inch.” You keep going.

You lean forward and press your lips against the scar on his  right shoulder softly.”This part of you.” you mumble before trailing down to the one on his chest that’s p[articularly bad. You wonder how he got it every time you see it. He stifles a breath. “And this part.” you murmur. Your lips ghost over every inch of his body, kissing every scar you can.

Each one you kiss you make sure to say “this part.” after, letting him know that you think every inch of him is perfect. You think his scars are what make him, well, him. Ans you truly do love him, even if you haven’t said it out loud yet. 

In the end he pulls you face up so you’re face to face. He smiles as he runs a hand through your hair, leaning forward so your forehead rests against his. He doesn’t say anything, but you know he appreciates you, and you hope he’s more comfortable with you in the future. 

5) His lips

With His forehead resting against yours you can’t help but say it. Suddenly. “I love you.” you mumble. His eyes go wide and he leans back to look at you. His hand slides down to your cheek and his mouth hangs open. “You…love me?” He asks. He looks shocked, but you can see in his eyes that he feels the same way. There's just something about him that makes his emotions so easy for you to read. 

You giggle and nod. You just kissed almost every inch of his body to show that you think he’s beautiful, and he’s asking you if you’re telling the truth? You lean forward and press your lips against his before pulling away with a nod. “I love you more than anything, Vash. More than the stars even.” You tell him before kissing him again. 

This time the kiss lasts much longer, as your lips move against each other’s with a new passion. You’ve kissed many times before, but never like this. Never so…lovingly. He rolls the two of you over, and lays above you as the kiss continues. His hand somehow makes it to the back of your head as he holds you in place. Once the kiss breaks, and you’re both panting, he smiles down at you.

“I love you too.”

Bonus, he kisses you

Your hands rest in his as he mumbles a vow in your ear. It’s just the two of you in some run down church, abandoned in the middle of an empty town. The place has been eroded away by time,  but it somehow still stands. The pews line up, leading to the two of you in front of the altar. Nobody else is there to witness the words you exchange, but it’s all right because nobody else matters.

The wind howls against the shattered windows as he speaks. His words travel down to your heart, and make your chest tighten. 

“I love you. Forever and always. I promise I will never leave your side.” he whispers to you, pulling you closer and closer. You smile at him through your tears and nod as he looks down at you with all the love he can muster. You repeat the words back, and suddenly he’s leaning down, pressing his lips against yours. Your tears mix with his as the two of you kiss. It’s not traditional in any sense, but you’re happy with it. He’s happy with it.

And in the next town you get to, he makes sure to buy you both gold bands.

[rebelwrites]

Twenty One: He’s Already Forgot About Me!

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

Till the wheels fall off Masterlist

Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

The air in the house weighed heavy on my shoulders, the tears I had been holding back all morning were threatening to spill over my lash line. Today was the day I had been dreading, there was only a few hours left before Charles had to leave town. I couldn’t stay in this house any longer, I needed some space. Charles was distracted with Elenor meaning it gave me the perfect chance to slip out of the back door. I found myself wandering around the back garden until I was standing at the bottom of the ladder to the treehouse Pops built when me and Jax were kids. Over the years Pops kept everything maintained, swapping out any rotted boards so Elenor could get the same enjoyment out of it. Letting out a shaky breath I slowly started climbing the rungs until I had pulled myself into the treehouse.

Leaning against the wall I pulled the box of cigarettes out of the pocket of Charles hoodie, I had already gone through half a pack since I woke up this morning and I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I was crumpling the cardboard, reaching for a fresh carton. Placing the smoke between my lips I tried to light it but my emotions finally took over. Growling in frustration I dropped the lighter into my lap, pulling my knees up to my chest. I didn’t want to have to imagine a life without Charles but soon that was going to be my reality. The last month had been amazing, I had never felt so free and full of love and in what felt like a blink of an eye he was being ripped away from me, promises on making a long distance relationship work but that voice in my head kept telling me it wouldn’t work. His lifestyle was completely different to mine, he would constantly have women throwing themselves at him, always having that temptation dangled in front of him.

This was the reason I held back from letting myself fall for him but I had to go and listen to my stupid heart.

I couldn’t hold the tears back any longer and soon enough sobs had taken over my body. I wanted to pause time, I was so torn all I wanted to do was pack my suitcase leaving with Charles but the reality was I couldn’t leave town. Pops was getting worse and I needed to help Jax with all the interviews for the new hires we needed across all of the businesses.

“Je me demandais où tu avais disparu, Sunshine. I was wondering where you disappeared to, Sunshine.” Charles said softly, pulling himself up into the treehouse. I refused to look up at him, I couldn’t, it was too painful. “Viens ici, babygirl. Come here, babygirl.” he whispered, moving over to me, the moment he was close enough he pulled me onto his lap wrapping his arms tight around my shaking body. “It’s okay, everything is going to be okay.”

“It’s not,” I sobbed, gripping onto his hoodie, like he was going to disappear if I let go. “Je ne veux pas que tu partes. I don't want you to go.”

Charles stayed quiet, he slipped his hand underneath the hoodie letting his fingers graze across my skin, I knew what he was trying to do, he was trying to calm me down.

“I’m scared Char,” I whimpered, finally admitting my true feelings, “I’m scared you're going to forget about me the moment you go back to the fast life.” I cried, burying my face into his chest. The pain in my heart was getting too much, in a short space of time I had fallen head over heels in love with the boy from Monaco.

Charles let out a shaky breath, pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head, his fingers moved to under my chin, his movements were slow as he lifted my head up so I was now looking into his eyes. He had silent tears streaming down his cheeks, the sight of him crying made me feel even worse. “I could never forget you, Sunshine. Not in a million years.” He whispered, moving his thumb to my cheek, trying to wipe away tears but it was no use they just kept falling. “Talk to me, babygirl, what’s bothering you?”

“Everything.” I choked, letting my eyelids flutter closed, partly from embarrassment and partly because I couldn’t bear to see the sadness shining bright in his amazing green eyes. My insecurities were trying their hardest to break through the surface and right now they were winning the battle. The fear of being abandoned had once again reared it’s ugly head, it was a demon I had thought I had overcome but then Charles sped into my life and apparently the fear once again had a death grip on me. “I’m nothing special, even your fans see it. And I am scared that you will realize it soon enough like everyone else in my life. I don’t want to be abandoned again Charles, I don’t know if my heart could take it.”

“Nova, babygirl,” he whispered, his voice strained as he spoke. “I only have eyes for you, I don’t care about anyone else okay. You are the only one I want and nothing will ever change that. I could never forget you, you do not have to worry about me walking away from you okay, I am always going to be here, you are stuck with me now Sunshine.”

As much as I wanted to believe his words, my demons were making it extremely hard. “How can you be so sure?” I mumbled, still refusing to open my eyes, I was trying my hardest to quieten the demons in my head screaming at me.

“I wasn’t looking for anything when I met you, Nova Teller. Actually, I wasn’t planning on falling for anyone so soon,” he said softly, leaning forward resting his forehead against mine, “but then I met you, and everything changed. All of a sudden I had forgotten about how shit the season has gone, that didn’t matter, all that mattered was you,” he paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. “I didn’t realize it at first but the moment I laid eyes on you my heart was screaming ‘she’s the one’. Nova you are beautiful, smart, strong, courageous, fuck what the fans think they obvious don’t see the girl that’s in front of me.” His words caused my tears to fall harder, I had never had anyone say anything like this to me before, hell no one had ever made me feel like Charles did. “Sunshine, there will never be anyone else for me. You are the only one I want, the one I want to have a family with, the one I want to have by my side the day I win the world drivers championship,” he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Nova I love you, and I will until I take my last breath.”

My heart lurched out of my chest hearing him say those three little words. Slowly i leant back from him, letting my eyelids flutter open. The moment I saw his gorgeous eyes I felt the demons retreat back into their cages, all of a sudden it was like the sun coming out after a thunderstorm you never thought was going to end.

“Charles,” I breathed, reaching up letting my hand rest on his cheek, “I love you to, I love you so fucking much it hurts. I can’t lose you, I can’t say goodbye.”

“Ce n'est pas un adieu, Sunshine, c'est juste à plus tard. It's not goodbye, Sunshine, it's just see you later.”

The hours had passed since Charles and Pierre left for the airport, each minute that went by caused the pain I felt in my chest to worsen. He promised he would text me when he was boarding the private jet, yet all I received instead was radio silence.

No calls.

No texts.

Nothing.

All I was left with was silence.

My grip was tight around the neck of the bottle of Jack, slowly bringing it to my lips trying to ignore how bad my hands were shaking. I should have known this would have happened, I must have done something terrible in a past life to deserve this. Pulling the bottle away I took a long drag of the cigarette, I knew Pops would be pissed I was smoking inside, especially at the bar, but right now I didn’t give a shit.

“Mamacita, where you hiding?” Nero’s voice echoed around the empty bar, making me regret the decision to give him a key. My movements stilled, I didn’t want him to know where I was, I just wanted to be alone, drowning my emotions with alcohol and cigarettes. “Oh mama,” Nero sighed, causing me to look up through my lashes finding him standing at the end of the bar, a sad look consuming his face.

“I want to be alone.” I scoffed, taking a large gulp of the amber liquid, feeling the familiarity of burning in the back of my throat.

“Yea, like I’m leaving you,” he whispered, holding his hands out, “especially not like this.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him, don’t get me wrong I loved Nero but I wasn’t in the mood for one of his motivational talks right now.

“Whatever!” I huffed, dropping the cigarette butt into a glass of water I was using as a makeshift ashtray.

He stayed silent as he lowered himself onto the floor next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, he didn’t speak right away letting the silence simmer between us before he finally spoke, “do you want to talk about it”

“Nope.”

“Fine, sit here, drinking yourself into oblivion, but we both know it’s not helping.” He said, with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

The only sound that could be heard in the room was the ticking of the clock on the wall behind the bar. What was the point in talking about it, it wasn’t going to bring Charles back or make him text me. Every time I checked the conversation the words ‘delivered’ were teasing me, once again reminding me he was gone. Dropping my gaze to what I currently saw as my lifeline in my grasp, I realized I had nailed a quarter of the bottle. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I slowly screwed the cap back on before raising my arm, launching the bottle through the air watching as it collided with the wall.

The glass shattered, like my heart, the moment it made contact.

“Feel better?”

“Not really.” I laughed coldly, leaning my head back against the mini fridge. “He said he wouldn’t, he said he never could.” I screamed, letting my fingers tangle with my roots.

“Wouldn’t what, Chika?” Nero asked, placing his hands on mine, slowly pulling them away from my scalp.

“He said he wouldn’t forget me, he said he wasn’t going to abandon me like everyone else.. But I guess everything he said was a lie, he promised he would text me when he got on the plane but that was five hours ago now.” I stuttered through strangled cries. “I guess he’s already forgotten about me. Outta sight, outta mind.”

I knew I was lashing out to try and hide the anger and pain I was feeling. Just like I knew I was acting childish but the last time I felt abandoned like this was when my so-called parents chose drugs over me, so I didn’t know how else to process the feeling. I knew I shouldn’t have gotten involved with Charles Leclerc, from the day he walked into the bar I knew it would only end in heartbreak, my heartbreak.

This is what I get for opening my heart up.

Emptiness and pain.

“I told Jax this would happen but no he had to make me believe that this would work, that we could survive the distance.” I sobbed, hiding my face in my hands. “So much for soulmates.”

Nero let out a heavy sigh, adjusting his position so he was now kneeling in front of me. “Nova, both you and I know you don’t believe the words you are saying right now.” He said softly, once again taking my hands in his. “I’ve seen how that boy looks at you, there is no way he wouldn’t keep his word.”

“Well why the hell hasn’t he text me back then?” I scoffed, finally making eye contact with Nero.

“You know I don’t know the answer to that, Mama.” He whispered, brushing his thumb over the top of my hand. “But you gotta have faith, you have always jumped to the worst possible scenario, it might just be something as simple as his phone dying, his flight getting delayed or many other things but I do not believe for one moment that boy has forgotten about you.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because you are a Teller, and Teller’s are unforgettable.”

Part of me wanted to believe him but the pain was becoming unbearable, Charles' words from the treehouse earlier this morning were ringing loud and clear in my mind making matters worse. If only I had the courage to have packed my case, getting on the plane with him, then I wouldn’t have been a mess on the bar floor, trying to find the answers in the bottom of the bottle. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t hear the main doors of the bar opening, that was until the person spoke.

“Je n'ai pas pu prendre l'avion, Sunshine. I couldn't get on the plane, Sunshine.”

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