#this was so much more than I could’ve ever imagined I��m in tears this was so beautifully written 😭😭😭😭😭💖💖💖💖💖

[lipstickitty]

Twisted Up In You

Danny Wagner x f!reader

18+ only, minors DNI!!

(Just something silly I wrote forever ago and just dusted off and finished 🤭)

Warnings: friends to lovers, fluff, language, alcohol, flirting, kissing, biting, dirty talk, pet names, mentions of masturbation, oral f&m receiving, daddy kink, unprotected sex, breath play (barely), breeding kink

2.9k+ words

It started out the same as any other cabin party. Josh, Jake, and Sam all brought their respective partners, leaving you and Danny the odd men out.

Everyone had had entirely too much to drink and Sam had the brilliant idea of pulling out the twister mat for a drunken game.

Coincidentally Sam was the first one out, followed not long after by Jake, then Josh, one by one until the only players left were you and Danny with Sam controlling the spinner and calling out each new position.

Everyone else, being extremely intoxicated, had made the wise decision to go to bed, recommending you two do the same. But Danny was stubborn as a mule, and you wouldn’t pass up any opportunity to be close to him, claiming you wouldn’t stop until you were declared the winner. He hadn’t ever seemed to notice your gazes being more than friendly or just how much you craved his presence. Sometimes when his eyes met yours you could swear he felt the same, that there was an undeniable spark between the two of you, but you were too afraid of ruining your friendship if he didn’t feel the same way, deciding to save yourself the heartache and keeping your feelings to yourself.

“Daniel! right foot blue.” Sam called out. You heard Danny shift on the mat behind you and felt his foot come down on the spot just behind yours. The air was stolen from your lungs as you felt his warm breath on the back of your neck.

“Left hand green y/n, let’s wrap this up!” Sam rubbed his hands together, ready to end the game and get some much needed sleep. You took a deep breath and extended your left hand to the nearest green spot, the position causing you to essentially be bent over at the waist right in front of Danny. You could’ve sworn you heard him gasp behind you but chalked it up to your drunken imagination.

“Ready to throw in the towel, y/n?” Danny teased.

“Not a chance, Wagner. I could do this all night.” You shot back.

“Well I couldn’t, you guys are stressing me the fuck out!” Sam chuckled. “Left foot yellow, Daniel.”

Danny’s other foot came to settle on the spot right next to yours, effectively pressing himself against your back. You blushed in your compromising position, hoping the guys couldn’t hear your thoughts screaming in your head.

“Right hand blue y/n, chop chop!” Sam clapped his hands together. You tried your hardest to reach your right hand down to the spot it was intended to go but in your drunken state you lost your footing and fell backwards, squishing Danny between your body and the mat. You were in utter shock and so embarrassed but then you felt Danny’s chest rumbling with laughter under your weight. You looked up at his face to see him laughing so hard there were tears rolling down his cheeks. You started to giggle as well in spite of yourself.

“Daniel Wagner, undefeated champion! Now if you’ll excuse me, my bed is begging for me.” Sam says, helping you both up off the ground and hugging you goodnight.

“Danny oh my god I’m so sorry, are you okay?” You stammered out.

“Y/N, I’m fine, seriously. I could think of way worse ways to spend my night than being pinned down by a beautiful woman.” He said with a grin.

You blushed even harder. “Hush Wagner, you’re wasted.” You giggled out.

“Be that as it may, you’re still gorgeous when I’m sober.” He said quietly, caressing your cheekbone with his knuckles. You shyly met his eyes and saw his stare focused on you, lightly chewing his bottom lip. You impulsively reached out and ran your thumb along his bottom lip, gently pulling it from between his teeth. He inhaled deeply and pulled you closer with one hand on your lower back.

You were used to mixed signals from Danny, but this seemed to be crystal clear despite the fog in your brain. “Don’t move, pretty girl.” He mumbled, closing the distance between your bodies and pressing his lips to yours with featherlight pressure and one hand on your jaw. He pulled back and exhaled a shaky breath.

“Danny… I don’t wanna do this if we’re gonna regret it in the morning…” you sighed, looking down at your feet.

“I’ll never regret kissing you, y/n. And besides, I won, remember? Help me celebrate my victory.” He teased, bringing you back to his lips and weaving one hand into your hair. You gave yourself over to the kiss and pulled him as close as you possibly could with your arms around his neck.

“It took all my self control not to grab you and kiss you right in front of Sam when I felt you against me. I knew I had to take the chance or I’d lose my mind.” Danny mumbled between soft kisses down your neck.

“Danny…” you gasped as he moved one hand down to grip your ass. Feeling bold from the liquor in your system, you ran your hands under his shirt and trailed your fingers up his stomach and chest, tugging the shirt up as you went. He hummed at the feeling of your hands on him, breaking the kiss just long enough to tug it off his body, before gently nibbling and sucking at your bottom lip.

You allowed yourself to feel the full expanse of his torso, letting your fingers trail down to his happy trail and then to the waistband of his pants. He shuddered a breath and ripped your top right off your body, making you gasp. “Fuck, look at you, y/n. I can’t believe I waited this long to kiss you, touch you, hold you. I’m a stupid, stupid man.” He mumbled between kisses, snaking his arms behind your back to skillfully unhook your bra. You let the straps slowly slide off your shoulders, baring your breasts to him for the first time. He let out a quiet gasp as he brought his hands up to your breasts, kneading your flesh and tweaking your nipple just to hear what sounds you’d make. Satisfied, he scooped you up in his arms, making you squeal as he took off towards his bedroom.

“Danny!” You whisper-yelled, giggling softly.

“Couldn’t have my brothers seeing your perfect tits, could we? This is all mine, baby.” He growled in your ear, tossing you down on the bed before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, letting them slide to the floor, leaving him in only his boxers, which left next to nothing to the imagination. You bit your lip at the sight of him, all disheveled and worked up.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Come here, please?” You whined, undoing your own jeans and making grabby hands at him. He chuckled, removing the jeans from your body before settling his body between your legs and wasting no time capturing your lips in a heated kiss, letting your tongue slide against his, making you both sigh in pleasure.

You lightly tugged at his curls, making him involuntarily grind his hips down into yours. The feeling of his hardening cock brushing your throbbing pussy through nothing but his boxers and your already soaked panties had you moaning into his mouth and wrapping your legs around his waist.

“You’re so perfect, baby doll. Want you so fucking bad.” He groaned out, leaning up on his forearms to take your hand in his and trailing it down his waist to cup his length through his boxers, then pulling his own hand back to dip underneath your panties. You felt him twitch as you lightly palmed him, feeling just how hard he was already for you.

He ran two fingers through your slick before raising them to his mouth, cleaning all traces of you off his fingers and groaning at the taste. “You taste so good, pretty baby. Gonna let me have another taste?” He growled. You nodded furiously, gently stroking his length and snapping the waistband of his boxers against him, hoping he’d take the hint and remove them.

“You want me naked, sweet girl? Wanna see just what you do to me?” He teased, leaning up to remove his boxers and rip your panties down your legs, throwing them somewhere in the room.

“Yes Danny, please. Wanna see if it’s as good as I imagined it, baby” you moaned and wrapped your hand around his length as he ran a finger down your slit.

“Oh so you’ve imagined it, huh? Fuck, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve pictured this pretty pussy with my cock in my hand. Made myself cum thinking about how good you’d feel wrapped around me, the perfect noises you’d make for me.” He mumbled into your neck.

You stroked him slowly, delighting in the deep breath he sucked in through his nose.

He pressed his forehead against yours, taking a shaky breath at the feeling of your hands on him.

“You gotta stop princess, love feeling your hands on me but I need to be inside of you. Make you feel good. Wanna hear you say my name again and again.” He said quietly, slowly kissing down your chest, pausing to suck your nipple into his mouth and bite down gently before resuming his kisses down your stomach, pausing again to suck dark marks into both your hipbones. You were a mess, writhing underneath him, begging for anything he was willing to give you.

He made eye contact with you through his lashes as he pressed an open mouth kiss to your mound, slowly parting your lips and circling your clit with his thumb. You moaned out, desperate for more.

Without warning he plunged his tongue deep inside your entrance, making you tangle your hands in his curls and buck your hips upwards. He wrapped his arms around your legs, throwing them over his shoulders. “Don’t worry, angel. I’m gonna take good care of you. Not going anywhere until you cum for me over and over.” He punctuated his filthy sentence by circling his tongue around your clit, then finally sucking it into his mouth, making you fist one hand in the sheets and the other in his hair.

“D-Danny! Oh my god, fuck… your mouth, Jesus fucking Christ” you moaned breathlessly as he devoured you.

Danny removed his mouth from you just long enough to say, “you’re so fucking wet, love. Soaking right through your panties for me, right down the hall from my brothers. Dirty girl. My filthy fucking girl.” With that he was diving back into you, fucking into you with his tongue and letting his nose work perfectly over your clit.

“Danny… fuck, daddy, don’t stop.” You whined out, trying to stifle your moans. He groaned loudly into your heat at the name, sending delicious vibrations through you.

“Come on princess, cum for daddy. I need to feel you let go, fucking soak me.” He gasped out before shaking his head side to side and sending you crashing into your orgasm. He talked you through it the whole way, thumb still rubbing slow circles over your clit as you came down, finally releasing your thighs from around his head.

“D’you wanna stop, angel? I’m happy just holding you all night long if you wanna stop.” He mumbled against your lips after crawling back up your body.

“No daddy… I wanna taste you. Please? Then I want you to fuck me stupid. Don’t stop until I can’t remember my name baby, please, I need it.” You whined, stroking his cock from the tip down to the base once before cupping his balls and teasing your fingertips over them. He shuddered a breath before pressing his lips roughly against yours once more.

“You want a taste, angel?” Danny whispered, thumb coming to slip across your bottom lip. You nodded eagerly. Danny reclined back against the headboard with one arm behind his head.

You nipped at his neck before sucking one of his nipples into your mouth, gently biting down on it making him hiss. Then you trailed your tongue down his stomach, letting your nose run through the trail of hair leading down from his navel. You ignored his cock entirely, skipping over it in favor of sucking his balls into your mouth one after the other, teasing your tongue over them.

“Oh fuck-“ Danny groaned as you licked a stripe from his balls all the way up his shaft before sucking his tip into your mouth. You moaned softly at the taste of him, feeling him twitch in your grasp. You hollowed your cheeks, slowly bobbing your head on him, taking a little more each time. The hand that wasn’t behind his head tangled itself in your hair, not pushing or pulling, simply holding it for you.

“Look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, baby. God damn, you feel good.”

You pulled off of him long enough to catch your breath, replacing your lips with your hand. “Fuck my mouth, daddy? Please?” You asked in your sexiest voice.

“Shit y/n, you sure?” He breathed. You nodded, taking his tip back in your mouth. Danny groaned and gently began thrusting his hips up into your mouth. You brought one hand to cup his balls, moaning around his length as his thrusts got a little more forceful.

“Ohhhhh, fuck- gotta stop or I’m gonna cum in your mouth, angel.” Danny moaned out, using his grip in your hair to gently tug you off his length.

“Are you gonna fuck me, Danny?”

“Anything for you, baby doll. Anything.” He whispered, using one hand to guide the tip of his cock through your wetness, tapping it against your overly sensitive clit a couple times before slowly pushing halfway inside you, pausing with his knuckles white in the sheets and his teeth sank deep into his lip.

You moaned at the feeling of him stretching you, digging your nails into his back.

“Please, Danny. I need more of you. Please.” You whined, clenching around his cock. You heard him growl low in his throat at the feeling and slowly ease himself the rest of the way inside your dripping pussy. “You don’t have to beg angel, I’m gonna give it to you. Gonna take such good care of you, don’t worry.” He gritted out through clenched teeth before dragging his hips back and then slamming back into you, making your back arch off the mattress and a yelp escape from you.

He set his pace, pulling out slowly before slamming back into you and pulling your hips back to meet his. You felt him hitting your sweet spot constantly and brushing your cervix deliciously on particularly sharp thrusts.

You were babbling incoherently, nothing making sense besides his name and filthy curses, whining for more despite not knowing how much more you could really take. He was overwhelming your senses in the best possible way. He tangled one hand in your hair, wrapping the other around your throat and lightly squeezing to control your breath. It only served to enhance your pleasure, you were clenching tighter around him on every thrust. He moved the hand off your neck to circle your clit once more with his thumb.

“You gonna cum, angel? Feel you gripping me so tight, let go baby. Let go for daddy, I’m right there with you. Fuck.” He choked out, doing his best to keep his pace despite being out of breath and barely holding on himself.

“Gonna fill you up, angel, get you pregnant with my baby. Fuck, take it all.” With that your eyes rolled back, back arched unnaturally off the bed, and you let out a wail of his name as you soaked his cock. He let out a long drawn out moan at the sight, eyes squeezing shut and hips stuttering in their rhythm as he spilled himself deep inside you.

He groaned once more as he gently pulled out of you, mesmerized by the sight of his cum spilling out onto the sheets. He collapsed next to you and pulled your sweaty body against his, kissing the top of your head and holding you close as you both panted.

Slowly your breathing returned to normal and the fog in your brain cleared somewhat, making your heartbeat quicken slightly as you allowed yourself to consider the consequences of what you’d just done.

“I can hear you overthinking and you haven’t even opened your mouth, angel. This isn’t the last time unless you want it to be, but I’m hoping you stay right here in my arms and let me wake up with you in the morning. I love you, y/n. Never knew how to tell you, but here we are.” He chuckled quietly, running his fingers up and down your back as you nuzzled into his chest.

“I’ve loved you for years, loser.” You mumbled back through a grin.

“No, no, I won, remember? First the game, then I got you in my bed? I can’t believe you forgot already.” He teased, making you swat his chest with a laugh.

“Stay right here, love. I’m getting us some towels and snacks, and after I clean up we’re gonna lay here and watch movies until we can’t hold our eyes open.” He stood and pulled his jeans on, walking toward the door.

“Are you suggesting a sleepover, Wagner? Does that mean I can draw on your face when you fall asleep first?”

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Morning After

WC: 2.8k 

this started out fluffy then i got in a mood. (porn without plot) 

warnings: oral sex (m & f recieving), squirting, MC has a bit of a praise kink, language, dom!harry

The sun was flitting over her skin as the curtains flowed and moved, setting a satisfying warmth all over some parts of her body that only made her crave more.

The sun was nice, yeah, but nothing compared to the warmth of the person sleeping next to her. His hair strewn all over the place in a mess, lips slightly parted and pouted occasionally puffing out air, and his cheeks tinted a soft pink. He looks so...innocent. 

Innocent compared to what happened only a couple of hours ago that is. 

They had sex for the first time. 

In no way were they virgins, but it was just as special as anyone’s first time. She had been holding off on having sex with anyone since her last relationship, scared to give all she had to someone only for them to hurt her and walk away like her ex did. She never wanted to feel that pain again. 

She was dead-set on becoming a nun before Harry found her and swept her off her feet. He loved and cared for her, showing her that he would never hurt her like her ex did. It took some time, but she finally learned to trust Harry. And as soon as her walls broke down, she loved and trusted him fully. She gave her all to him. 

Harry wasn’t expecting anything from her, he just wanted to love her. So when the “opportunity” rose to love on her, there’s no way he could’ve passed that up. 

“Good morning, my love.” he whispers, catching her in the act of staring shamelessly at him, startling her a bit, “how’d you sleep, babe?” 

“Great.” she breathes out with a smile, lifting her hand up to brush some of the hair out his face which he smiles lazily at. 

“How do you feel? Feeling okay?” 

She smirks and combs her hand through his hair “feeling like your morning voice is my favorite sound.” 

He breathes out a laugh and flits his eyes all over her body, pausing on her neck that's littered with love bites, he lightly presses onto one with his fingertips and smirks softly at the small wince that leaves her throat. “Sensitive?” he quips and she nods with a small laugh.

“A little bit.” 

“Last night was everything I ever could’ve imagined and more.” he whispers, flicking his eyes up to connect with her, “it was really special to me. Means a lot to me that you trust me with your body. But I’m even more glad you trust me with your mind, your soul,” he moves his fingers from her collarbone and travels them down the valley of her breasts stopping in the very middle ”…..and your heart. Means the world to me that you trust me with all of that, baby. S’all I want.”

“H…” she whispers, tears pooling in her eyes. She’s never had anything like this before, never had anyone this caring, this in love with her. In love to the point where she actually felt the love every second she was around him. As the tears started falling down her face, she subconsciously symbolized it as the last effects of what her ex did leaving her body forever. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” his voice raising an octave while he leans down to kiss all the tears away from her cheeks. “Didn’t mean t’make you cry.” he says, with a sheepish hint to his voice. 

She has no idea to respond, no idea to put into words how much him just being here with her means. So she just pushes her lips into his, relishing in the shocked groan she gets from him. 

“I love you. I love you so much.” she says with a teary smile, pecking his lips over and over, unable to part from him. 

“I love you more than you’ll ever know, my angel.” 

He takes her lips into his, humming into the kiss and catching any sounds that she makes into his mouth. 

“Harry” 

“Hmm?” 

“Can I do something for you?” she asks, moving her hand up and down his waist softly. 

“Like what?” he responds, completely missing the suggestive tilt in her voice. 

“Can I suck you off?” 

Harry nearly chokes, coughing some and trying to play it off with a laugh, “Jesus...” he breathes out. 

“Sure y’can.” he chuckles. “Can do whatever you want to me, sweet girl.” 

She makes her way down below his waist, making sure to leave sweet kisses and a few rougher sucks in her path. Leaving Harry already panting, waiting for more. 

She pulls him out, softly, to find he’s already half-hard for her. He takes a sharp intake of breath when her soft hand makes contact with his cock. She watches in awe, marveling at the feel of him hardening in her hand. 

She moves her hand down, giving him slow strokes, making sure to twist her hand slightly when she reaches his tip, his hips are lifting slightly. He’s trying his best to stay still but all he can think about is how her hand wrapped around loosely resembles the feeling of having her cunt wrapped around him. He can remember the sounds she made, the way she keened into him, the way they both begged for more. 

“Look at you...such a pretty mouth.” he moans out, hissing when she tightens her grip on his cock. He’s already hard, rock hard at that, he needs what he was promised. “Take me, baby.” 

And who is she to deny him of that?

She leans down, giving his tip little licks to get him a little riled up, before finally wrapping her lips around him, sucking gently at his tip, reveling in the bead of pre-cum she gets and moaning around him. He groans at the vibrations and his head rolls back, “that’s so good, baby. So good.” 

He lifts his hands to her hair, holding it up and out of her face, twisting it like he knew how to from previously having long hair of his own. He yanks a little on her hair, giving her a stern look that she takes as a warning, “keep your eyes on mine, yeah? Wanna see your pretty eyes. Yes.” He thinks of calling her a good girl but he likes to reserve his praise for when she really deserves it. The entirety of last night he was praising her and reassuring her, as much as he loved it, he wants her to work for it this time. 

She hollows her cheeks out, glassed over eyes and furrowed eyebrows, moaning and sending vibrations up Harry’s spine, she was proper enjoying this. Since she was saving herself, her favorite intimate thing to do with Harry (besides kissing him) was giving him blowjobs. She loved how he caressed her sometimes and thrusted into her mouth quite roughly other times. She loved the sounds she could pull out of him, quiet moans, loud moans, broken whimpers, every noise went straight to her core. He would fix that, though, for every orgasm she gave him he gave her twice that amount. 

“Think you can take all of me, pretty girl? Just for a little bit. Need to feel you choking on me. Please?” He pleads with her, fighting the urge to just fuck up into her mouth. He left her pretty sore last night and he didn’t want her mouth to be sore on top of that. 

She hums and nods as best as she can, sinking her mouth lower down his cock, watching as his jaw drops and his eyes flutter shut. 

Harry doesn’t think he can use actual words to describe the bliss he’s in right now. 

“Yes, yes. Like that, please. Mhm. All of it.” He mumbles, watching as her tongue peeks out to lick him, just giving him that much more pleasure. 

She gags a little but stays on him nonetheless, it’s when she gags the second time that Harry moans loudly and pulls her off of him. “Okay?” he asks, bringing his thumb up to caress her cheeks. When she nods and moves his hand to suck his thumb into her mouth, his mouth falls open in a pant and he groans lowly. “Fucking tease aren’t you?” She hums around his thumb and he groans again. “Take me down your throat again? One more time, I promise.” 

She nods and whispers a hoarse “please”. He takes a hold of his cock and taps in against her lips before slipping it in with a drawn out moan. She relaxes her jaw, taking him all the way, her eyes rolling back when a high-pitched whimper leaves him. 

She loves pleasing him, but her jaw is starting to ache and she feels a gag coming on, she’s about to pull off but Harry’s voice stops her. “Just a little bit―little bit longer, baby. You can do it,” she gags around him and he nearly chokes out a moan “yes. Such a good girl. Fucking angel”. He pulls her off and she coughs a bit but he soothes her with his hand, stroking her cheek gently. 

“You alright? Did such a good job, you know that?” He comforts her, watching as her eyes flutter shut at the praise. 

“Asked you a question, pet.” 

“Yeah. I did good.” she replies softly. There’s something about the tone in his voice, the way he’s looking at her and the way he’s handling her. It makes her tummy stir with something like lust but it’s so much stronger than that.

“Good girl. Gonna let me back in your pretty mouth?” he asks and he barely has to finish the sentence before she’s back on him, sucking and licking, it doesn’t take long before he’s coming. His hands are clenched in her hair, eyes squeezed shut as he lets out unabashed moans and whimpers, while simultaneously in awe that she’s swallowing all of it. 

When he finally comes back to his senses the first thing he feels is soft lips leaving kisses on his thigh. He moves her hair out of her face and gives her a lazy smile. She kisses her way up to his face and then plants her lips on top of his, moaning when he deepens the kiss. 

She breaks away from his mouth with a gasp, though, when he taps two fingers over her panties, “she miss me?” he questions tauntingly. When she moves against his hand and nods he smirks, “how much?” He moves her panties to the side and swipes his finger through her folds, “jesus. Missed me a lot didn’t she?” 

“Yeah. Please, Harry.” 

“Please? Please what? What d’you need from me?” 

“Please touch me.” she begs, she’s been pent up since she took him in into her mouth, she honestly doesn’t think she can take any of his cruel teasing. 

“Touch you? I am touching you, sweet girl.” 

“No...no.” she whines, “need you to touch me, Harry. Please. I’ve been so good.” 

“Want me to touch your pretty little clit? Hmm?”

“Yes. Yes please.” 

“You’ve been such a good girl. You deserve it, right?” 

“Yeah. I do, I do.” she all but whines out. She feels near tears.

“S’okay, sweet girl. Gonna give you what you need.” 

He pushes her under him so that she’s laying on her back and pulls down her panties, watching her squirm and let quiet little whimpers slip past her lips. 

He trails his hands up her thighs, smirking when she shivers, and then finally, his hands land on her clit. 

He makes sure to put a good amount of pressure, then he starts his quick, purposeful circles, already ripping high-pitched moans out of his lover. Usually she needs some warming up before she’s too vocal (she’s self conscious about it sometimes) but he’s barely touched her and she’s moaning up a storm, “already? Needed it bad, yeah?” 

“Oh fuck, yes.” 

All he does is him before he’s lowering himself down, keeping his fingers moving in the process. “Can I put my mouth on you, princess? Hmm?” 

Her hips are shifting and she’s moaning out chants of “yes” and “please” with the occasionally broken profanity. 

Harry doesn’t waste any time, he plants open mouth kisses on her core, just to get her a little warmed up but then he’s suddenly urgent. Urgent to get her to come, it’s like he wants it more than she does. He’s sucking harshly on her clit, (so harsh it almost hurts, but even then it’d feel good for her) licking at her with just the right amount of pressure to make her mouth fall open in a silent scream. 

She can’t seem to stay still, and as hot as Harry thinks her grinding against his face is, he just wants her to lay there and take it.

“Stop fuckin’ moving, baby.” 

Easier said than done, she thinks. But she barely gets to dwell on the thought before she’s moaning again. 

Harry looks up at her, sees her face scrunched up in so much pleasure that it looks as if she’s in pain and he gets an idea.

Harry has made a girl squirt before, but never his girl. He’s never tried, not wanting to overstep a boundary or go too far, (even more so knowing that she was saving herself) but he wanted to try now. He knows that it can be a bit intense, but that’s what he wants, he wants his girl to come so hard she won’t know what to do with herself. 

He slips two fingers inside of her and immediately curls them up, stroking that sweet spot inside of her in the best way. She’s hyperventilating, moaning so loud and so much and it’s like fucking music to Harry’s ears. He can’t get enough. 

“Think you’re about ready to come, princess. Squeezing my fingers so tight.” 

She moans out a broken yes and nods her head quite vigorously and Harry smirks at how fucked out he’s got her. 

She knows she’s gonna come hard, only she feels like something is different. There’s a more powerful release brewing her belly that only makes her scream louder, unable to cope with all the sensations.

“Harry I―it’s too m―fuck!” 

“It’s okay, baby. You’re alright, yeah? Let yourself have it.” he presses onto her stomach, feeling the muscles contract.

And that’s all it takes for her to come. Really hard. 

She screams out Harry’s name like a mantra, pulling roughly at the bedsheets and making a proper mess all over Harry’s chin and chest, “fucking christ.” he says in awe, watching as she thrashes on the bed, gasping out moans and whimpers. 

She barely even comes down before Harry’s taking her into his arms, coddling and comforting her. He’s repeating “good girl” over and over, just enamored with her right now. 

“You did so good, baby. Such a good girl, hmm?” He knows she’s in a delicate headspace right now, so he’s festering up all the praise and love he has in his heart and giving it to her. “Think you can come back to me? Be my good, sweet girl, yeah?” 

She nods softly, basking in the warmth of his chest, giggling when he kisses her forehead. 

She’s not completely back, but she’s not in that fragile headspace like before, “made such a mess.” he chuckles and he can feel her eyebrows shoot up on his chest. 

“I did?” 

“Yeah. Made you squirt, baby love. You looked so pretty.” he sighs blissfully. 

All he gets is a little hum in response, she always gets sleepy after a really good orgasm. He knows that when she finally realises what she did she’ll have a lot to say about it.

“I’m gonna go run you a bath, alright? Be right back.” 

While he’s gone, she just lays there and thinks about how she lucked out with him. She decides right then and there that nobody is better than Harry Styles. 

He gets back and picks her up gently “C’mon. Up you go.” he says, his voice straining a bit. 

They’re both in the bath, cuddling when Harry’s voice breaks the silence. “I’m gonna marry you, you know. Gonna go the full nine yards. Huge proposal, like on a beach with our names in the sand, and we’ll even get like a helicopter to fly us all over the―” He’s interrupted by a cackle and he smiles when he feels her shoulders shake. “What? I’m serious.” he laughs. 

“I’m fine with something simple, H.” 

“I’ll do whatever you want, my love.” 

“I love you.” she whispers. 

“I love you.” he says with a kiss to her cheek.

After sheets are changed and they’re in bed with her fast asleep, he takes out the ring he’s been hiding in the dresser and stares at it, imagining the future, imagining the rest of his life with her, and it nearly makes him cry out of pure happiness. 

“More than you’ll ever know,” he whispers. 

[littledollll]

You’re so kind honestly I can’t wait to read part two.

What I keep thinking about since reading is:

Lucifer keeps his little a secret not wanting to out them about it. However not all the demons are so pleased about an angel running around that they can’t torture. One of them manage to upset the angel somehow and his angel slips into little space as a coping mechanism. Lucifer is then torn between comforting his little and caring for them in their state and punishing the demon who upset their angel. ~shy anon

Sweet little angel

(Pt. 2 to “Little angel”)

Lucifer Morningstar x little!angel!reader

Warnings: angsty but with comfort, description of violence, threats, Very very small reader, non/semi-verbal reader, crying, anxiety, very angry Lucifer, and very soft Lucifer with Reader

A/n: GAH I LOVE THIS SM thank you shy anon for giving me writing inspo, I need more little r with Lucifer in my life I’m so happy rn stop

Having Lucifer as your partner, and caregiver was better than anything you could’ve ever imagined. Things only got better since the day they found out about your regression, they confessed how happy it made them, how it would wipe away all their worries when they took care of you. You were precious to them in so many ways, but as much as they’d love to show you off to the whole realm they knew what came with being an angel in hell.

Despite their warnings you refused to be always locked up in the castle, so they complied with joining you on walks around the realm and visiting different places they’ve mentioned before to you. Nobody would dare approach you as you walked along side their ruler. You’d get harsh looks and the ocasional snarl or growl your way, which Lucifer would quickly punish with a simple wave of their hand the demon would be out of sight, to where you didn’t want nor need to know.

You wanted so badly to be able to walk those paths alone once, not because you didn’t enjoy Lucifer’s company but just because you wanted that sense of independence, like you didn’t need to always be protected. You requested to start going on walks with lower ranks, at first the demons were cautious, careful of the fact Lucifer could just be around the corner, the same attitude as always continued those days, they’d lose a hand by Mazikeen’s command.

They got brave after that. With the rare times you’d leave without Lucifer they knew only Mazikeen was there to look after you, they started getting chatty. “God gave them the runt of the litter” said a demon as you passed by, you ignored them. “we’ll get you alone some day” this one seemed to follow behind you. “You’ll regret ever stepping foot out of that castle, can’t go out without a guard, what? are you too weak?” And finally. “What is an angel if not a chew toy for us to tear apart.” The way that demon didn’t even see you as a being, how he was just waiting. Anxiously anticipating the day they’d finally get you. A chew toy he said.

You wanted to cry. You wanted to run into Lucifer’s arms and feel safe again. You grabbed Mazikeens wrist, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried so hard not to breakdown, you could feel yourself slipping. “I wana go home..” Mazikeen was the only one who knew, being Lucifer’s right hand meant trust and undying loyalty. She swore to keep you safe the second Lucifer confessed how they felt for you, and she swore to keep your secret the minute you confided in her enough to tell her. Lucifer would put their life in Mazikeens hands, that was enough said, you could trust her aswell.

She proved herself when in a matter of seconds you were safely back home, in your room and sat on your bed, while she busied herself with summoning Lucifer to you. You made no effort to move from your bed as you hugged one of your stuffies tightly and just cried. What was taking them so long?

Lucifer was explained everything once they met with Mazikeen, they were torn, that demon deserved to be punished, by their own hand, the demon would learn a whole new meaning of pain, they’d do it publicly, Lucifer decided, the demon would be used as an example to show what happens to those who even attempt to hurt you. Then be sent to eternal suffering, purgatory, for so much as looking at you wrong.

Lucifer heard your cries, and then their mind was made up, the demon would be taken care of later. For now, they had a much more important little one to focus on. Lucifer never liked to see you cry, sometimes you’d just be pouty or fussy, that happens to every little, but knowing it was caused by one of their subjects filled them with wrath, wrath that had to be pushed down for now. It wasn’t more important than you, and they couldn’t risk scaring you.

You practically jumped into their arms, stuffie in hand, the second they walked through that door. “My sweet angel.. what have they done to you.” You just cried more. “Thank you Mazikeen, we will discuss this later, you are dismissed.” Mazikeen only nodded and left. Lucifer made their way back to bed, arms wrapped around you tight as their hand soothed your back. Sure you’ve cried before but never had they seen you so distraught, and also, so small. You couldn’t get a word out as your cries were replaced with sniffles and you clung to them like your life depended on it.

Truly, Lucifer was at a loss, you’ve never regressed so small before, and nothing like this had ever happened, if you were big they’d openly admit the demon was going to be punished, but saying that to you right now would do no good. So they settled for comforting you, they let you cling to them and cry until all that could be heard was your struggled breathing and sniffling, then they held you even tighter. After a few minutes of silence they concluded they should probably say something, anything really, an apology was the first thing to leave their mouth.

“I’m sorry, my sweet little angel. I��m so sorry.” They took a deep breath hugging you close to their chest. Sure they were angry, but they were mostly heartbroken, to think their home, what was supposed to be your home as well caused you so much harm. Maybe it was just words this time, but what would happen if you were alone, or if more than one demon decided to target you, or you slipped before you could get away?

Their mind ran rampant before your small voice and hand over their heart brought them back. “fast.” you stated as a fact. You do that a lot when you’re small, they always found it so adorable. Lucifer only nodded. “Are you alright, tiny?” You shook your head burying it into their chest again. “Tiny hurts” yeah. Heartbroken was the word of the day. “Luci’s going to make sure that demon isn’t mean again okay? I won’t let you get hurt, tiny.” You held up your pinky looking up with teary eyes. This time they immediately laced their own with yours and kissed your hand.

“I pinky promise, my little love, nobody’s going to hurt you again.” your breathing was mostly getting back to normal and your sniffles stopped, you nodded and shuffled up. “What’s wrong, tiny?” You gently grabbed their face and gave them a little smile. You let out a little “Mwah!” as you have them a kiss on the forehead and handed them your stuffie. “Well thank you, little one, what’s that for?” They said as they hugged the stuffed animal close. You placed your hand back on their heart. “luci hurts” Lucifer sighed, a smile on their face as they replied. “Well I’m all cured now, thanks to you. What did I ever do to deserve such a sweet little angel?”

[harryssyndrome]

Backstage To My Heart

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 | 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈’𝐦 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞?

The soft glow of fairy lights cast a gentle warmth across the room, blending with the star-shaped lights that twinkled above Ashley’s bed like a night sky. The walls were a silent testament to years of admiration—posters of Harry and One Direction covered nearly every inch, each capturing a different era of his life. A particular image of Harry, dressed in a white sweater adorned with Mickey Mouse from his L’Officiel photoshoot, his expression both playful and brooding, sat framed on her desk, like a treasured keepsake. Next to it, bottles of Pleasing nail polish and lip balm were carefully arranged, small reminders of the brand he had created, each item a symbol of how connected she felt to his world.

It’s a space that reflects both her passion and quiet yearning, filled with memorabilia and personal touches.

Ashley sits quietly, fingers tracing the edge of a blank, white A4 page. Her heart feels full, almost too full, as if it could burst from the weight of everything unsaid. With a soft sigh, she picks up her pen, glancing one last time at Harry’s smiling face in the frame. Her thoughts race, her mind replaying every precious moment they’ve shared, even the smallest ones, and she begins to write.

“Dear Harry,”

“I still can’t believe it sometimes. That our paths crossed that day—thanks to your sweet little niece. I’ve thought about it so many times, imagined it in so many ways, but never did I believe that it would actually happen. I was just another fan, another face in the crowd. You were always so far away, like the stars—beautiful, untouchable.”

Her hand pauses, and she bites her lip, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions rushing through her. The memory of meeting him that day, his soft smile, his voice—it all feels surreal. She thought she’d collapse from the joy of just being near him. And now, she was going to be a part of his life, even if just in a small way.

She continues to write.

“I only ever dreamt of being one of those people who are lucky enough to spend time with you, to know the person behind the songs, the artist behind the music. But now… now I’m here.I am going to be working with you. Being around you. Talking to you. I never thought that was even possible. This… this is more than I could’ve ever wished for. More than my wildest dreams.”

Her breath hitches as she re-reads her words. Working on Harry’s upcoming album—it was like living in a fantasy she never wanted to end. But with every moment spent together, with every conversation, it became harder to suppress the feelings that had grown since she was a teenager, staring at his posters and imagining a life where their worlds might overlap.

She hesitates again, twirling the pen between her fingers, feeling the weight of her own vulnerability in the words she’s about to confess.

“I just hope I don’t mess things up for us—for you. I know I’m supposed to be professional, to just focus on the music, but it’s hard. It’s so hard when every time I look at you, I feel everything I’ve been holding back. I’ve tried to hide it, but I don’t know how much longer I can.”

Her handwriting grows shakier. She blinks back a tear, but a soft smile forms on her lips. Harry didn’t know, he couldn’t. How could he? She was just one person among millions who adored him. But there had been moments—quiet moments—where she thought she saw something in his eyes, something he was trying to say but couldn’t.

“I’ve loved you since I was 16, Harry. It’s crazy to even write that, but I have. I wonder if you’ll ever feel the same, if you’ll ever see me the way I see you. I noticed today, at our secret spot, that you were trying to say something. I could see it in the way your eyes softened, how your smile faltered just a little. But you didn’t say it, not yet.”

A quiet sigh escapes her as she leans back in her chair, the pen falling from her hand. She closes her eyes for a moment, her mind drifting back to their meeting earlier that day. It had been at their special place, away from the cameras, away from everyone. There was a comfort in the way they sat together, the way he looked at her, almost as if he wanted to reach out and close the gap between them.

“I’ll wait for you, Harry. For that day when you finally say what’s in your heart. I’ll wait for you as long as it takes. I’m yours… forever, even if you were never meant to be mine.”

Her fingers gently fold the letter, carefully placing it inside a drawer as if it holds a part of her soul. She doesn’t know if she’ll ever give it to him, but for now, it exists, just like her love for him—quiet, patient, and unspoken.

Ashley glances around the room one last time, her eyes settling on Harry’s posters, the twinkling fairy lights surrounding them like constellations in the night. She lets out a deep breath, feeling both heavy and light, trapped in a place between hope and uncertainty.

It was finally time for her to sleep. She was going to have a long day tomorrow.

The golden morning light lazily filters through the curtains, bathing Ashley’s room in a soft glow. She stands at her dresser, methodically brushing her hair, the rhythmic motions of the brush calming her slightly. In her reflection, she notices the subtle tension in her own face—her lips pressed into a thin line, eyes a little more tired than usual. She pushes the thoughts of her father out of her mind, focusing instead on the day ahead. Today is important: the audition she’s been practicing for, and later, time with Harry at the studio.

Ashley takes a deep breath, trying to force a sense of control over the morning. As she finishes up, her phone buzzes on the desk, vibrating against a framed picture of her and her mother from years ago. She glances at the screen—her mother’s name flashes across it.

She smiles, feeling a warm sense of familiarity.

“Mum, good morning!” she says brightly, cradling the phone between her shoulder and ear while she packs her bag.

There’s a brief silence on the other end before her mother responds.

“Morning, sweetheart.”

The reply feels off—her mother’s voice lacks its usual lightness. It’s tight, strained, as if she’s trying to keep her emotions in check. Ashley’s hand freezes mid-motion, and she frowns, sensing the tension immediately.

“Mum… what’s wrong?” Her question is gentle but firm. Ashley knows her mother well enough to tell when something is being hidden.

“Oh, nothing, darling. I just wanted to hear your voice. I know you have that big audition today I just wanted to wish you luck, and I didn’t want to disturb you…”

Ashley’s heart skips a beat. The last time her mother called this early was when her grandmother had fallen ill. She swallows, dread creeping in at the edges of her thoughts. She sits down on the edge of the bed, her voice becoming quieter, more insistent.

“Mum, please, just tell me. I can hear it in your voice. Something’s happened.”

There’s a long pause on the other end. Ashley can almost hear her mother debating whether to tell her. Then, her mother’s voice comes back, but now it’s smaller, frail.

“It’s your father, Ashley. Last night, we went to a party together, and he… he embarrassed me in front of everyone. He made a scene.”

The words hit Ashley like a physical blow. She feels her chest tighten as the full weight of them settles in. She takes a deep breath, her grip on the phone tightening.

“What do you mean? What did he do this time?”

Her mother’s voice wavers, breaking slightly.

“He started making these comments about your uncle, my side side of the family—loudly, in front of everyone. People were staring, Ashley. It was humiliating. I’ve dealt with his attitude before, but last night… he was different. Cruel.”

Ashley feels her pulse quicken, anger bubbling up inside her. She closes her eyes, trying to hold back the surge of emotions rising in her chest.

“Mum, I don’t… I don’t get it. Why does he keep doing this? What does he have against Uncle and your side of the family? It’s like… it’s like he’s punishing you for something.” Her voice cracks with frustration.

Her mother is quiet for a moment, then she sighs deeply.

“That’s not all, sweetheart. I found out something after the party. Your uncle’s job—he almost lost it. And it turns out… it was your father. He used his connections to sabotage your uncle’s position.”

There’s silence between them now, thick and heavy, the weight of the revelation settling like a dark cloud over Ashley. Her hands are trembling now, her heart racing in disbelief. She feels hot tears prick at the corners of her eyes.

“He… he did what?” Her voice is barely above a whisper, stunned by the cruelty of it.

“I can’t believe this. Why would he… How could he do that?”

Her mother’s voice cracks with emotion, the pain evident in every word.

“I don’t know, Ashley. I wish I could explain it. He’s always had this resentment towards my family, but I didn’t think he’d go this far. Your uncle doesn’t deserve this. None of us do.”

Ashley stands up, pacing now, her mind swirling with anger, frustration, and sadness.

“Mum, I… I don’t even know what to say. This is unbelievable. I’m so sorry you’re going through this. You don’t deserve any of it.”

“It’s not your fault, love,” her mother whispers, her voice shaking.

“I just didn’t want to tell you, but I couldn’t hide it anymore. Everyone’s tense. Your uncle is devastated. It’s like… everything is falling apart.”

Ashley presses the heel of her hand against her eyes, trying to hold back tears.

“I’ll come by as soon as I can. I promise. I’ll help fix this. We’ll figure it out, Mum.

Her mother sniffles softly.

“Thank you, sweetheart but don’t w-worry okay? You don’t have to come. Just… focus on your day for now. Don’t let this ruin everything. I don’t want you distracted by this during your audition.”

But how could she not be? As they end the call, Ashley remains seated, staring blankly at her phone for several minutes, her heart heavy with the weight of her family’s situation. Her father’s actions feel like a betrayal, not just to her uncle, but to her entire family. It’s like a wound that’s been festering, now wide open.

“Why is he like this?”

She takes a deep, shaky breath, trying to center herself, but the tears come anyway. She wipes them away quickly, trying to gather her emotions. The day ahead suddenly feels like a mountain she’s not sure she can climb.

Still trying to shake off the heaviness of the conversation with her mother, Ashley moves through her room in a haze. She grabs her backpack, throwing in the essentials, but her hands are shaking as she zips it shut. She feels disconnected from the moment, her mind still replaying the conversation, trying to understand how her father could do something so awful.

As she swings the bag over her shoulder, her roommate Rave enters the room, already sensing that something’s wrong.

“Hey… are you okay? You’ve been kind of quiet all morning,” Rave says, her eyes narrowing in concern.

Ashley tries to smile, but it’s forced, the weight of everything too much to hide.

“Yeah, just… had a rough start. Family stuff, you know? It’s nothing. I’ll be fine.” Her voice wavers slightly, betraying her emotions.

Rave raises an eyebrow.

“Nothing? Come on, Ash, I know you. Something’s bothering you. You don’t have to keep it all bottled up.”

Ashley hesitates for a moment, tempted to unload everything that’s weighing on her, but she stops herself. There’s no time, and she doesn’t want to burden Rave with the details. Not now.

“I appreciate it, really, but… I just need to get through the day. We’ll talk later, I promise.” She offers another weak smile before turning toward the door.

Rave watches her for a moment, still unconvinced but not wanting to push.

“Okay. Just know I’m here if you need me. And good luck today, with the audition and everything.”

“Thanks,” Ashley mumbles as she leaves, but the words feel hollow. No amount of well-wishes could shake the dark cloud looming over her.

When she steps outside, the morning air is crisp and cool, a slight breeze brushing past her face. For a second, she closes her eyes and breathes deeply, hoping to clear her head. But when she opens them and looks at her bike, her heart sinks.

The back tire is flat. Completely deflated.

“Of course,” she mutters under her breath, a wave of frustration rising in her chest. She kneels down, inspecting the tire in vain. It’s punctured beyond repair for a quick fix, and she knows she’s running out of time.

Ashley kicks the tire lightly, feeling the growing tension in her body. Every little thing was going wrong today, and it’s starting to feel like the universe is working against her.

“Come on, not today,” she grumbles, standing up and slinging her bag over her shoulder again. Now she’s forced to walk, the minutes ticking away as she calculates how late she’s going to be for the audition. With every step, the frustration builds, bubbling beneath the surface until it’s hard to focus on anything but her mounting anger.

By the time Ashley arrives at the audition venue, she’s late, breathless, and disheveled. She runs a hand through her hair, trying to compose herself, but her mind is scattered. Her father’s betrayal, the stress of her family, the punctured tire—it all swirls in her head, making it impossible to focus.

Inside the waiting area, she sits down, trying to calm her racing heart, but the thoughts won’t stop. She checks her watch again, her foot tapping nervously against the floor.

When her name is finally called, she stands up, her legs feeling heavy as if each step towards the audition room is weighed down by all her emotions. She forces herself to breathe, but it feels shallow, rushed. As she enters the room, she’s immediately hit by the bright lights, the silent, observing faces of the casting directors seated in front of her. Their expressions are unreadable, professional, but intimidating.

The room is suffocatingly quiet, and Ashley can feel the weight of their eyes on her as she steps into the center of the floor. She clears her throat, but it’s dry. Her mind, which had once been filled with rehearsed lines and practiced emotions, is now a swirling mess of family drama, insecurity, and frustration.

“Whenever you’re ready,” one of the casting directors says, his tone neutral but expectant. Ashley’s heart pounds, and she can feel sweat starting to form at the back of her neck.

She opens her mouth to begin, but her voice falters, barely a whisper at first. She pushes through, but her mind is racing, her concentration slipping. Her mother’s trembling voice is all she can hear in her head, repeating the details of the party, her father’s actions, the hurt in her family. Her hands start to shake slightly, and the script she’s memorized blurs in her mind.

Midway through, she completely loses her place.

Ashley freezes. Her breath catches in her throat, and the room seems to close in on her. For a moment, she just stands there, staring at the casting directors, their expectant faces starting to shift into something colder, more critical. The longer the silence stretches, the more panic sets in.

“I… I’m sorry,” she stammers, her voice cracking. She tries to remember where she left off, but her mind is blank. Her chest tightens, and all the frustration she’s been holding in since that phone call with her mother threatens to spill over. She feels tears pricking the corners of her eyes, but she wills them not to fall. Not here.

The casting director closest to her clears his throat, glancing down at his notes.

“Thank you for coming in, Ashley. We’ll be in touch.”

The dismissal is polite but definitive. Ashley feels her heart drop. She nods quickly, biting her lower lip to keep from bursting into tears. As she rushes out of the room, the humiliation burns hot in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps.

Once outside, the floodgates open. She leans against the wall in the hallway, her legs weak, her hands trembling. Tears flow freely now, and she covers her face with her hands, shoulders shaking as she sobs quietly. Everything feels like it’s falling apart. Her family is in turmoil, her father’s betrayal still fresh in her mind, and now she’s blown the audition she’d worked so hard for.

Her dreams of securing the role feel shattered, and all she can think about is how she’s failed—failed her mother, her uncle, and now herself.

She pulls out her phone with shaky hands, checking the time. Her vision is still blurred with tears, but she manages to see the clock: she’s supposed to meet Harry at his recording studio soon.

The thought of facing him now, after everything, feels unbearable. What if he sees her like this? A mess, a failure? What if she lets him down too, just like she’s let everyone else down today?

Ashley wipes her tears with the back of her hand, her breath still shaky. She knows she can’t avoid Harry, not now. They have work to do, and she can’t let her personal mess spill into their professional life. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself, and forces herself to stand up straight.

“Pull it together, Ash,” she mutters to herself, her voice hoarse.

“Just… get through this. You can fall apart later.”

She adjusts her bag on her shoulder, swiping at her puffy eyes one last time before heading out of the building. Her feet feel heavy as she starts walking towards the studio, but she presses on, determined to face Harry even though the weight of the day still presses heavily on her chest.

Ashley’s stomach churns as she stands outside the recording studio, trying to compose herself. She takes one last deep breath, straightening her shoulders, attempting to shove all the day’s emotional baggage to the back of her mind. I have to get through this. Just be professional, Ash. Don’t let him see… she mentally repeats, trying to calm the storm raging inside her. She wipes at her eyes one last time before pushing the door open, stepping into the studio’s dimly lit hallway.

The faint sound of a guitar riff floats through the air, and for a moment, there’s a sense of peace in the music. But it’s fleeting, replaced by a tightening in her chest as she moves closer to where Harry is waiting.

As soon as she enters the main area, she sees him—Harry, standing near the soundboard, headphones around his neck, his face lighting up the moment he spots her. His hair is slightly messy, the way it always seems to be, and he’s wearing a comfortable yet stylish outfit—nothing too flashy, just Harry being Harry. His smile is wide and genuine, and for a split second, Ashley feels a flicker of warmth. But that warmth is quickly swallowed by the weight of her family’s problems, the pressure of the day.

Harry strides over, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, his energy infectious.

“There you are!” he says, his voice full of excitement. He leans in to give her a quick hug.

“Was starting to think you’d forgotten about me.”

Ashley forces a smile, but it feels like it barely reaches her eyes. Her arms are stiff as she returns the hug briefly before stepping back, trying to maintain a sense of normalcy.

“Of course not. I could never and I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she says, her voice sounding overly bright, hollow even to her own ears.

Harry steps back and looks at her, his brows furrowing slightly, though he keeps his playful tone.

“You okay? You seem… I don’t know, different. No jumping into a story about your morning? What happened to all the energy?”

Ashley feels her heart sink. She hadn’t realized she was acting that off, but Harry knows her well enough to pick up on even the smallest changes in her behavior. She forces another smile, waving a dismissive hand.

“I’m fine, really. Just had a long morning. Nothing I can’t handle.” She hopes that’s enough to stop him from asking more, but she can see the concern in his eyes as he watches her closely.

Before he can push further, Harry grins and gestures toward the others in the studio, clearly excited.

“Well, come on then. Got some people who are dying to meet you—or meet you again, in some cases.”

Inside the studio, it's buzzing with creative energy. Producers are huddled around soundboards, engineers tweaking levels, and the band is scattered, tuning their instruments. Harry leads her around, introducing her to the team, though Ashley's mind struggles to focus on all the names and faces. She forces a polite smile each time, trying to hide how distant she feels from the moment.

"This is our producer, Tom, he's a genius with sound. And over here, we've got Sarah, the one who'll make sure I don't butcher any of the vocals," Harry says with a chuckle, throwing a playful look at Sarah, who laughs.

"You already sound great, Harry," Sarah teases back.

"And you know Mitch," Harry adds, gesturing to his guitarist and close friend, Mitch Rowland, who grins and gives Ashley a friendly wave.

"Good to have you back, Ash!" Mitch says in his usual laid-back manner, his tone filled with warmth.

"Harry's been talking nonstop about how you're gonna save this album with your brilliant ideas. No pressure, though."

Ashley forces a laugh, but it comes out weaker than intended.

"Yeah, well... I'll try not to let you down." Her voice cracks slightly, but she quickly covers it up with a cough, glancing away before anyone can notice the tears threatening to form.

“You ready to make us all sound better than we actually are?”

Mitch says with a grin, his guitar resting on his knee.

Ashley lets out a small laugh, but it’s weak, barely genuine.

“I’ll do my best,” she replies, hoping that the cracks in her facade aren’t showing as much as they feel like they are.

Harry leads her to a spot beside him near the soundboard.

“We’ve got a couple tracks we’re still fine-tuning, and I thought you might have some ideas to throw in.” He hands her a set of lyrics they’ve been working on.

“No pressure, just… see what comes to you.”

He later brings her over to the soundboard, pointing at the screen as one of the producers plays back a track they’d been working on.

“We were stuck on this verse, and I thought you’d have some killer ideas.” He looks at her expectantly, hope in his voice.

Ashley nods, trying to focus on the music. The melody is beautiful, the lyrics rich with potential, but her mind is a mess, the notes blurring into the background of her thoughts. She listens for a few beats, then tries to add some suggestions.

“Maybe… you could shift this line here? And the melody… could rise a bit more before the chorus kicks in…”

Her voice is unsteady, her suggestions coming slower than usual. Normally, she’d be filled with ideas, excitedly bouncing them off Harry and the team. But today, she can barely concentrate. The weight of her earlier breakdown, the betrayal from her father, and the humiliation from the audition all swirl in her mind, distracting her from the music in front of her.

Harry watches her, his smile softening. He can see it—something is off.

“That’s a good idea,” he says gently, though his eyes remain on her, searching her face. After a pause, he leans in closer, lowering his voice so the others can’t hear.

“Ash, you sure you’re alright?”

Ashley nods, taking the paper and scanning over the words, but the letters seem to blur together in front of her eyes. Her mind, still occupied with thoughts of her mother and father, can’t seem to focus on the task at hand. She bites her lip, willing herself to concentrate. This is what she came here for. To help. To contribute. To be a part of something that mattered to her.

She leans over the table, scribbling down a few notes, offering suggestions here and there, but it’s all surface-level. Her heart isn’t in it, and she knows it. So does Harry.

He leans in closer, lowering his voice so the others can’t hear.

“Are you sure, you’re okay?” His tone is softer now, filled with concern.

“You’re not your usual self today. If something’s bothering you, we can talk about it.”

Ashley forces herself to keep her composure, her heart squeezing painfully at his kindness. She wants to open up to him, to tell him everything that’s weighing her down, but now isn’t the time. Not here, not with all these people around. So she shakes her head, forcing a smile that feels more like a mask.

“I promise, it’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before. You don’t need to worry about me.”

Harry doesn’t look convinced, his eyes still scanning her face for answers, but he gives her a small nod.

“Okay,” he says quietly,

“but just… you know I’m here for you, right? If you ever need to talk. About anything.”

His words send a pang of emotion through her chest, but she swallows it down, nodding quickly.

“Yeah, I know. Thank you.” She glances back at the lyrics, desperately trying to refocus her mind.

But it’s no use. The weight of her family’s problems is pressing down on her, her thoughts scattering. When they reach a part of the song that needs a new verse, Harry looks to her for ideas, but Ashley just stares at the paper, her mind blank. The pressure mounts as the seconds tick by, and she can feel everyone’s eyes on her, waiting for her to contribute.

She tries to come up with something—anything—but the words won’t come. Her throat tightens, her hands trembling slightly as she grips the pen. She’s stuck, completely paralyzed by the whirlwind of emotions she’s been trying so hard to suppress.

Suddenly, she feels the burn of tears welling up in her eyes. She blinks rapidly, trying to hold them back, but they come anyway, hot and unwanted. She turns her head slightly, hoping no one will notice, especially Harry. She wipes at her eyes quickly, but a tear escapes, and she can feel the lump in her throat growing larger, threatening to choke her.

Harry notices. Of course he notices. He watches her, concern deepening in his gaze. He reaches out, his hand resting lightly on her arm, his touch gentle but grounding.

“Ash…” he begins softly, his voice filled with worry.

But Ashley can’t look at him. If she does, she knows she’ll break. She takes a deep breath, forcing the tears back down, blinking rapidly.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

“I just… I need a minute.”

Without waiting for a response, she quickly stands up, excusing herself and walking toward the door, her steps hurried and uneven. The tears she’s been holding in finally spill over once she’s out of the room, and she presses her back against the wall in the hallway, her hands covering her face as she sobs quietly.

She hates this. Hates that she can’t hold it together, that she’s letting her personal life bleed into the one place that used to bring her joy. She hates that Harry has to see her like this—weak, broken.

Inside, Harry watches her leave, his heart sinking as he sees the pain she’s trying so hard to hide. He glances at Mitch and the others, sharing a silent understanding with them before quietly slipping out after her.

He finds her in the hallway, leaning against the wall, tears streaming down her face. For a moment, he just stands there, watching her, unsure of what to say. He knows that whatever she’s going through, it’s something deeper than just a bad day. And he wants to be there for her, to help her through it.

Without a word, he steps closer, standing beside her, not pushing her to speak but making his presence known. He mentally debates if he should provide her with some physical support or not without making her uncomfortable but he does it anyway, he gently places his hand on the small of her back. After a few seconds of silence, he speaks gently, his voice low.

“You don’t have to pretend, you know? Not with me.”

Ashley sniffs, wiping her face with the sleeve of her sweater, embarrassed that he’s seen her like this. She doesn’t respond immediately, but after a long pause, she whispers,

“I’m just… it’s been a lot. My family… there’s stuff going on, and I can’t… I don’t know how to handle it.”

Harry nods, understanding, but doesn’t press her for more details. Instead, he offers her a small, reassuring smile.

“You don’t have to handle it alone.”

His words, so simple yet so full of warmth, cut through the fog in Ashley’s mind. She looks up at him, her eyes still red from crying, and for the first time that day, she feels like maybe—just maybe—she doesn’t have to carry all of this by herself.

A/N: here comes another one! I love this sweet and caring side of Harry so much! Well I love everything about but you what I mean! Thx for the love so far lovelies! 💗 see you tomorrow

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Posted on: October 5th, 2024

[sparkledfirecracker]

Over 100! Damn, girl, I bow to your ideas.

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FA Curtis part 2 - M&H spin off

I know 🙈. All abandoned projects, waiting patiently to be finished. Couldn’t help but chant “shame, shame, shame.” In my head.

So Curtis I my mob dom from my Family Affairs series.

The base story for this project stems from writing I’ve done during a period I went through therapy after an impactful traumatic event that shaped me in who I am today. So parts of this story are extremely close to my heart and everything I’ve written on paper back then, I still own and is safely tucked into cabinet where I hold all my old writing. Storylines grew, series expanded and developed into much more than I could’ve imagined thanks to @wakingbeauty and @dreamlessinparis.

For anyone not familiar with Talk To Me. Curtis is part of the mob gang ran by his cousin. Duchess is his neighbour and they have regular fun evenings together as friends. One thing leads to another. Shit hits the fan along with sexy stuff. It’s a hefty one though, 17k words.

Anyway - this second part follows up on that. Working through that trauma, Duchess loses herself in trying to find coping mechanisms and ways to keep her from falling asleep (the event played out again in a nightmare form). She ends up suggesting multiple things for Curtis to try out that she’s comfortable with trying. Before settling on something they both fully agree to and fits both of them as a dom and sub.

Anyway, enough of me chatting about this, sexy yet dark stuff under the cut, read at your own risk. Plus a little, not connected yet, cute bit. Totally unedited, so yes, multiple mistakes to be found probably.

TW: sexual assault reliving.

Curtis rocked his hips meeting yours, you could see the flashes with each rut. Trying to keep seeing Curtis in the features in front of you became harder the closer you got. Your chest rapidly pounded, making your breathing harder. Hands pressed against his chest, trying to stop him as the words became lost in the limber spot of your mind.

Too late, you cried and started to fight him. His face morphed into the one you had so desperately wanted to forget. Your screams filled the air, begging and pleading to make it stop.

Everything stopped as you cried and squeezed your eyes shut curling up into a ball the moment you had a chance.

Flinching at the contact of his hand on your skin in order to retract it again.

“Leave me alone.” You sobbed hiding your face into a pillow.

“It’s okay, I’m here.” Curtis cooed. “It’s me, Curtis.”

“Go away.”

You felt the mattress bouncing back, you could hear the click of the door. Tears uncontrollably streamed down your cheeks as you cried into the fabric. Dirty and ashamed of the power he still had over you.

Heaving at the thought of the events, how he had rutted his hips at an uncontrollable rapid pace that wasn’t pleasant. How you had begged and pleaded for him to stop, how you had struggled against the restraints. Feeling him smirk as he took in your helpless feeling. Getting off on your struggling sobs as he drilled your core at the vigorous tempo.

The way he had told you, you had deserved it to be treated like such a slut. That taking something from Curtis was the best thing he had ever done. That seeing him suffer for his wrongdoings was all his pleasure while he fucked his girl.

Your body froze at the cold cloth being pressed against your clammy forehead. Curling up into a ball even more as you shut your eyes. The horrible memories flooding back at a rapid pace. A door unlocked that should’ve been closed.

“You can’t keep buying me stuff Curtis.” You protested as he pushed you down on the small bench.

“You’re worth every penny.”

You watched him remove the lid of the shoebox. The gorgeous heels revealed, the strap having a giant bow on them. You had seen them weeks ago in a magazine thinking they’d go well with the dress you had chosen for the upcoming wedding event.

“I love them, thank you.” You smiled as you checked over your outfit and showed off your feet in the mirror.

——

You giggled at the tickled of his beard on your skin. Your panties being pulled down, watching him struggle getting them around the bows. “Curtis, my shoes.”

“I bought you these shoes, so I can fuck you in them - duchess.” He didn’t miss a beat and his words only added to your growing desire for him.

Grabbing your ankle he lifted your leg, kissing your ankle with soft lips working his way down paying extra attention to roam the skin of your thigh. Gentle soft kisses placed with intention. This wasn’t his normal strategy, but you welcomed the change.

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@royal-baby-birb​ said: → The child has been thrown out of her pram, I repeat, the child has been thrown out of her pram ! There is a baby on the floor everyone, and it is very confused about it !

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⊱ ────── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ───── ⊰ 

{!!} – Oh, no, no, no, NO, NO. Immediate panic the second he realises the baby is on the floor, box of dainties being instinctively dropped and coating the pavement in a disastrous glaze of jam & fresh cream as Alexsander rushed to her side, abandoning the brief incertitude he had about lifting her up to return her hastily to her carriage where she was quickly swaddled over the shoulders with her natural merino wool blanket. ❝Péridianne...! Are you alright?❞

He fretfully checked over her far-too-easily-breakable, little body for any sign of bumps & bruises, paying close attention to the infantile frailness of her tiny head and delicate face, thankfully to no detection...but she wasn’t crying. Why wasn’t she crying?? Alexsander distinctly remembered Caroline having once recounted a story to him by which he became aware that if a baby is dropped and it doesn’t cry, it could be a sign of internal injury. He hadn’t really given the story much acknowledgement at the time, seeing as childcare really hadn’t been on the cards for him...but then he’d found P-M. And now she was hurt. Under his care. How could he be so negligent?? He could’ve sworn he had safely secured her into her pram with the built-in safety straps. In fact, in reflection...he was absolutely certain that he did. Alexsander was meticulous in every aspect of what he did, from making a cup of tea to filleting exotic game, he very seldom left something to chance. Especially not when in regard of P-M’s safety. 

That could only mean one thing.

The puzzle pieces slowly began to slip into place as he realised that Péridianne hadn’t fallen from her pram, but that she had been deliberately removed. He’d only taken his eyes off of her for a moment at most while he signed for the collection of the pastries; evidently, one moment far too great. Was there a baby snatcher in the vicinity? Such a concern felt ironic in a way that caused him a great deal of self-loathing given the fact of how Alexsander had even acquired P-M to begin with. But at least he had taken her away for more principled reasons than he could possibly imagine for whichever vile reprobate had unbuckled her safety straps that day. Now, he was left questioning the integrity of every stranger that walked by her pram. Nobody was innocent until proven otherwise! The faerie had a bad feeling about this. A very bad feeling, indeed. He peered regretfully beneath the soft shelter of the retractable hood on her carriage, a guilty look etched onto his face for having allowed this to happen to the poor, defenceless, little thing. He wondered aloud, ❝How did you get out of there, little one...?❞ 

Alexsander very nearly acted upon the impulse to apologise to her, but he got the feeling an apology would be of very little value to a two-year-old. Still no tears from Péridianne. He couldn’t take her to the hospital - people would ask questions, far too many questions, probably all very much along the lines of ‘Whose baby is this?’ and ‘Why the Hell weren’t you watching her?’. Ordinarily, when Alexsander was so vastly out of his depth, his first instinct was to call Caroline for help, but in this case, that option seemed equally as impracticable as the last. She was still as blissfully ignorant as ever to the existence of the fae and angel-kind, and Alexsander intended to keep it that way for the foreseeable future. Caroline couldn’t know, and explaining this to her would unravel far too many secrets. But what if the baby was hurt? Who else could he possibly turn amidst this predicament?

...Oh. It dawned on him with grave discomfort.

There was only one thing left for him to do, and Alexsander acquiesced to it only out of sheer necessitation. He was going to have to call Ashton.

[bucksfucks]

  𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙤𝙮 ; 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀

summary┃you’ve always called steve the golden boy, but he snaps one night and decides to show you he’s anything but.

pairing┃roommate!steve x f!reader

word count┃2,382 words

warnings┃hangover, drinking, tipsy sex, pining, teasing, makeout session, dirty talk, praise kink, size kink, steve doesn’t think he’ll fit but he makes it, use of toys (vibrator), mocking, edging, hair pulling kink, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, steve finishes on readers back, steve is lowkey a fuckboy — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes┃presidential alert 🚨 the girls, gays, and the they’s are horny

     The shower was already running when you had walked out of your room and into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of tea.

    It was Saturday morning and despite your best efforts, your body never let you sleep in last nine in the morning.

    You may as well start your day at 8:48 am.

    Steve had gone out last night, but you remember the door shutting at three in the morning and a faint shhh falling from his lips as he spoke to whatever inanimate object was making noise.

    In your sleepy daze, you didn’t really mind. Instead, turning your pillow onto the cool side and drifting back to sleep.

    The kettle was boiling and the bread was getting warmed in the toaster when the shower finally stopped running.

    It was a little unusual for Steve to shower for so long, even after his morning runs or workouts, he’d never need more than 10 minutes.

    When the door opened, and a groaning Steve emerged, you knew exactly what the problem was.

    “Mornin’, Golden Boy,” he didn’t even have the energy to grimace at the sound of his nickname.

    His bare feel pattered against the wooden floor until he dropped his large body in one of the bar stools.

    “Someone had a fun night.” You mumbled with a small smirk as you slid him a cup of coffee which is took between his fingers.

    “I don’t know how Sam and Bucky roped me into shots,” he said into the cup of coffee as he took a cautious sip.

    You just rolled your eyes playfully and plated the toast that had popped out a few seconds earlier, slabbing a large helping of butter before adding honey and sliding the plate over to him.

    “Eat.”

    He groaned again, but put the coffee down in place for the sweet honey toast.

    “I can’t drink like I used to, I think I’m dying,” he was being dramatic, a playful glimmer in his eyes as he took a bite and hummed.

    “You’re 27, Rogers. I think someone’s being a little dramatic,” you teased with a smile.

    You are your breakfasts in silence for the most part, the painkiller Steve had taken not yet kicking in until both of your plates were cleared.

    “Did you get lucky last night?” You asked with raised eyebrows as you both placed your plates in the sink.

    Steve just laughed, “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

    You had to admit that your heart dropped, the same twinge of jealously starting to bloom in your chest as you imagined him with someone else.

    “Proud of you, Golden Boy.” You fake cheered, biting your tongue and swallowing your pride.

    Above everything, Steve was your friend and he deserved to get laid.

    He laughed, “you should’ve come, Bucky couldn’t stop asking about you.”

    You rolled your eyes again, slightly in annoyance.

    “He knows I’ll never sleep with him,” you sang song, helping Steve dry the dishes as the sink stopped running.

    “You never told me why, you know that?” You scoffed, “and for good reason.”

    The reason was simple; you didn’t want Bucky, but instead his best friend and your roommate, Steve.

    “I’ll get it out of ya one day, sweetheart.” Steve chuckled and you felt your heart sink a little further, “whatever helps you sleep at night.”

    The rest of the day was uneventful, nothing to do on a rainy New York day other than read as Steve fiddled with his sketchbook while an old sitcom played on the television.

    Steve’s hangover either disappeared or he was great at hiding it, whatever it was, he was humming along to the show tune.

    “Pizza and beers for dinner?” Steve asked as he was putting the final touches on his sketch making you laugh.

    “What happened to I can’t drink like I used to?” You said, echoing his words from the morning as he shrugged.

    “It’s a lazy day essential, now what toppings, and don’t say pineapple.” You acted shocked, mouth twitching into a smile.

    “You don’t know anything about good pizza,” you huffed as he tore his eye away from his sketchbook to look at you.

    “Pineapple on pizza is a crime, sweetheart. Now if that’s who you are I can’t judge, but I’m jus’ sayin’,” he said raising his hands in mock defeat.

    “Whatever Golden Boy, just say you’re a vanilla type of guy,” you winked, standing up to put your book on the shelf as the sun began setting to cast yellow and orange hues over the apartment.

    Steve snickered, “whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart.”

    The low timbre of his voice, your own words echoed from this morning sends a shudder down your spine as he grabs his phone.

    “The usual?” You manage to nod your head, smiling as you try to distract yourself from the sudden and very evident ache between your thighs.

    30 minutes later and the pizza was here, still hot and greasy as Steve set it on the wooden coffee table as you grabbed two beers, scratch that, four beers.

    “Cheers, Golden Boy,” you offered with a soft smile as you both clinked your bottle necks against each other before pizza was being devoured.

    You didn’t know what it was, but cheap greasy pizza and a cold beer always soothed the soul. No matter how heartbroken you had ever been, or upset at the universe, beer and pizza were always there for you.

    As the hours went by, the bottles emptied and the pizza slices disappeared before you and Steve were sat on the couch laughing and giggling at the time Steve locked himself out in nothing but his underwear.

    “And where were you to rescue me!” He bellowed, throwing his head back at the memory.

    “I was in the shower, you know I blare music. I’m sorry Stevie, I promise the next time you’re locked out and naked I’ll rescue you.”

    He shook his head, “well I wasn’t naked.”

    You felt a little dizzy, body lighter as you finished off the second beer. You weren’t drunk, but loose enough to rest your head against Steve’s shoulder.

    His phone buzzed then, grabbing it off the table as Bucky’s name lit up across the screen.

    Steve ignored it.

    “He’s jus’ gonna ask me to go out again,” he said before you could ask, seemingly reading your mind.

    “Plus, I’m perfectly content right here,” he smiled, finishing off his second beer as you playfully rolled your eyes.

    “You’re such a sap,” you teased, “that a bad thing?” He asked and you felt the air around you grow more tense.

    “‘Course not, you’re just Stevie,” you tried to explain as he furrowed his eyebrows.

    “Stevie?” He asked as you sat up and crossed your legs under your body.

    “Yeah, you know,” you tried to find the words, “Golden Boy.”

    He hums in response, “golden as in pure?”

    You nod your head, “pure, sweet, innocent.”

    You weren’t sure if you had struck a nerve, but Steve smirked as he leaned into you.

    “‘M not so innocent, sweetheart. Not everything is as it seems.” His voice was much lower, raspier as you could smell the beer on his breath.

    “Is that so?” Your voice was just a little above a whisper, heart racing in your chest.

    “I could even show you, sweetheart, but you gotta answer one question first. Sound fair?” He asked.

    You nodded your head slowly, eagerly awaiting his question.

    His hands fell to your knees, sliding up until he pulled you into his lap.

    You looked up at him, craning your head only slightly as he craned his at you. He was warm, and broad.

    “Why,” his voice was low, “won’t you hookup with Bucky, sweetheart?”

    Your breath hitched, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you ran your hands up his chest until they rested on his shoulders.

    “I think you know,” you whispered as he shook his head and chuckled.

    “Uh uh, I wanna hear you say it.” He purred, brushing his nose against yours.

    Your eyes fluttered shut as you smelt his oaky, but sweet body wash. Something like bergamot and oranges.

    He squeezed your hips, a soft moan falling from your lips at the sensation.

    “It’s because,” you swallowed thickly, “because I want you, Stevie.”

    He hummed, hand on the back of your head as he pressed his lips to yours.

    You kissed back, the realization hitting you it became hotter and more desperate as you slid your tongue past Steve’s lips.

    “All you needed to do was say those words and you could’ve had me all to yourself.” He smirks against your lips making you whimper.

    His fingers are digging into your ass, rocking your hips over his. It’s the right amount of friction to have you melting into his touch.

    When he picks you up, carrying you into his room to toss you onto his bed, you know you’ve made the wrong assumption about him.

    “Now there’s nothin’ wrong with a man who likes vanilla,” he hums, hands exploring your body.

    “But I’m a man who prefers a little more,” he meets your eyes, a devilish smirk and twinkle in his eyes, “flavour.”

    He’s hovering over you, lips on your neck and jaw as his hips rut over yours.

    “Go get that goddamn vibrator of yours,” he breathes as you look at him bewildered.

    “You know that one, you like the third setting the most on it.” He winks standing up as your eyes trace along his body and to where his cock is straining.

    “Go on, don’t sit there actin’ all dumb,” you spring to your feet, tripping over them as you quickly fetch it from your room.

    “Good girl, lie back down on the bed, but get naked first.” He instructs you sternly.

    You’d never had anyone tell you to strip, let alone have someone eyes so focused on you as you place the vibrator in his larger hand.

    Starting with your sweater, you tear it off—chest exposed as Steve licks his lips.

    “Go on, don’t be shy. You’re makin’ him real happy,” he smirks, squeezing his dick through his pants.

    You tug your leggings down until you’re in your panties and Steve is giving you a look that tells you to continue.

    It’s a thrill, stripping for him and watching his cock twitch at the sight of your curves, dips, and the marks you hate.

    “Look at you,” he groans, “perfect little thing aren’t ya? Now I gotta be honest,” you swallow thickly.

    “‘M not sure if he’ll fit like I planned, but we’ll make sure to get you warmed up,” he says before placing your hand over his dick.

    It causes goosebumps to prickle your skin as he pushes you down onto the bed fully naked now.

    “Now this,” he says, holding your vibrator, “isn’t even gonna compare to me by the time I’m done with you.”

    It’s a promise that you know Steve will keep as he kneels between your legs.

    “I expect you to keep these open, okay? Unless of course,” his cocky attitude breaks through, “you’re squeezin’ my head when you cum.”

    You can’t even chide back, all thoughts gone at the sound of the click of your vibrator.

    Steve wastes no time, spreading your folds and exploring you with his tongue before he connects the silicone tip to your clit.

    It causes your body to jolt and Steve has to keep your legs open.

    “What did I say, sweetheart. Keep ‘em open,” he reminds you as he slips a single fingers in you.

    It’s already ten times better than your own, longer and thicker as they curl against your sweet spot.

    Your walls squeeze him, fluttering as you grip onto his unmade bed sheets.

    He teased you, edging you until you’re begging him to let you come with a dry throat.

    “Steve, c’mon. ‘S’not fair,” you whine, tugging at his hair. He groans, hips rutting into the bed and you know you’ve found his weakness.

    Two can play at this game.

    You tug at his hair again, “please, Stevie? Wanna cum so fuckin’ bad—all over your face.”

    He groans vibrator tossed on the bed as his mouth wraps around your clit, “fuck, baby.”

    It’s a lewd sound, your wetness against his fingers and mouth, but it’s enough to send you over the edge.

    “Make a mess, sweetheart. Gotta taste ya,” he groans against your core as you’re nearly suffocating him.

    It’s intense, washing over you like a wave followed by a series of smaller ones until he’s flipping you over and your ass is in the air.

    “Not so fuckin’ vanilla anymore, huh?” He slaps your ass, a squeak leaving your lips.

    “Gonna have the taste of you on my mind for days now, practically have me pussy whipped already.”

    His clothes are gone, all necessary ones before he’s bending his body over yours, “grip onto the headboard baby, you’ll need all the support you can get.”

    And he’s not wrong, sliding into you and stretching you out as you wrap yourself fingers around the wood until he’s fully seated inside of you.

    It’s a new fullness, one that you’ve never experienced and something you never want to forget.

    “Bounce, baby.” He then says, as you look over your shoulder.

    “Ride me, use the headboard and make yourself cum.” He smirks, slick coating both of your thighs.

    Everything is new to you as Steve lets you take control, yet, you’re never truly in control.

    “That’s it baby, such a good girl. Look how desperate you are to cum,” he taunts making you whimper.

    He joins in soon, meeting your thrusts with his own until you’re both grunting and he can’t hold back.

    “Fuck, fuck, gonna cum.” He hissed, quickly pulling out to paint your back as he rubs your clit with his free hand and you feel the white hot explosion of pleasure for the second time that night.

    You’ve both made a mess by the time you’re done, Steve cleaning you up with his boxers as you’re collapsing beside him still trying to catch your breath.

    “You’ve ruined my vibrator for me,” you chuckled breathlessly as he turns to you with a smirk, “well it’s a good thing I’m your roommate then.”

[jjuniehao]

[01:02 am]: choi yeonjun.

what i said. we’re done, i’m breaking up with you. get out of here. this sentence keeps echoing in your head while you hastily try to pack all of your belongings in a way too small bag, tears spilling over your cheeks.

two years.

two whole years you spent with him, loving and supporting him, looking past his crass comments and “jokes” he would make at your expense. two years you wasted on a person like him.

two years you could’ve spent with yeonjun.

it seems wrong; your first thoughts being about another man after being broken up with mere minutes ago. not just any man - one of your best friends, the one person that always had your back. even in moment where you retrospectively were in the wrong, he still stood by your side. you should’ve just listened to yeonjun. two years ago when you told him about your new boyfriend; when he told you that you shouldn’t do it, to just trust him this time, that you would get hurt. you didn’t listen.

you also didn’t listen when he told you to break up during those past two years. you told him that he wouldn’t understand, he’s not in a relationship. everyone fights. fights are normal, they’re healthy. maybe you’re just a little to sensitive. he has dark humor, his jokes are a little out of pocket. it’s fine.

but still, yeonjun was there. he dried your tears, promisesd you to help you if you wanted to leave. you could stay with him, he can take care of you while you find a new place to stay. maybe you can just move in with him, he has enough space for a roommate and barely uses his guest room anyways. he’d always be there for you.

even when you decided to go back. every single time.

until now, because instead of you breaking up, choosing to cut out this person poisoning your life, you’re the one being thrown out by him. like you’re an old piece of furniture he doesn’t need anymore.

but it’s fine. you have yeonjun. you’re not even crying anymore; you just want to see him. you want to apologise to him, tell him he’s been right. he always was. rushing out of the apartment you once called home you’re on your way to yeonjun’s place.

he’ll help you.

he loves you, obviously he will help you.

imagine your surprise when yeonjun opens the door in just his boxers, hair messy and bruises on his neck.

bruises?

“y/n? what are you doing here?” yeonjun asks, and you don’t miss the way he holds the door a little closed. almost as if to hide something. maybe he just doesn’t want the wind to get into his apartment.

“he broke up with me. threw me out. you were right, i-…i-m sorry, i should’ve listened to you,” your voice got weaker and weaker, eyes filling with tears again, panic finally starting to set it. the expression on yeonjun’s face is complicated, there’s sympathy in his eyes but his brows are furrowed, almost like he’s debating with himself in his mind.

“i’m sorry to hear that, y/n. but still, what do you want here?” the wrenching feeling in your gut is so much more worse hearing these words coming from yeonjun; it feels so cold, so dismissive. “i…i thought-,“ and before you can explain yourself, yeonjun, your yeonjun, loses his cool with you for the first time ever.

“you thought what, y/n? you thought that i would forever voluntarily play second fiddle to whatever you and that fuckhead had going on? every single time he hurt you i was there for you, taking care of you, letting you into my home, trying my best to piece you back together myself piece by piece. and every single time i had to sit back and watch you go and let yourself be destroyed, over and over again. he hurt you, but it hurt me to see you cry and beg for someone that has so little love and care for you. i’m sick and tired of being strung along. we both know i love you, god, i’m so fucking in love with you and still, you would rather go back to him and have your heart broken and psyche fucked with than let me help you heal, than letting me love you. i’m done. please, go find someone else to help you, because i’m tired,” his voice was hoarse and raw, the emotions he’s been bottling up for two years all spilling out at once. his eyes are teary and he looks so, so incredible hurt it makes your heart bleed; it’s your fault.

you dragged him into your mess, strung him along for your own comfort, and realising it makes you sick. you stay silent and just nod absentmindedly, muttering a quiet apology while scrambling to get your things. yeonjun’s watching you and his heart hurts so bad, it makes him want to crawl after you, begging for forgiveness on his knees; he never would turn you away, he loves you, he wants to protect you, you’re safe with me.

but he knows it’s the right thing. because at the end of the day, he’s sure that you’ll be back with your ex the second he beckons you over. and yeonjun isn’t sure he would survive it this time around.

[mypoisonedvine]

The Summer Before College | Marcus Moreno x reader

summary: just because you got some good scholarships doesn't mean you couldn’t use some extra cash.  luckily, babysitting for a family friend has been a steady side gig for you.  rule number one of babysitting: don't let your wandering eye rest for too long on the hot single dad.  

word count: 4.7k

warnings: smut (dub con elements? but she’s into it lol don’t worry), age gap (he’s 40-something, reader’s 18/19), loss of virginity, pussy spanking (like, once), lots of petnames and ‘good girl’s, not a dark fic but kinda pushing it, not explicitly dad's best friend trope but it has that energy and I've decided that he is in fact friends with the reader's dad

a/n: this has basically nothing to do with the movie.  he’s just a hot dad.  don’t overthink it.

You knew the walk to the Moreno's by now: down two blocks from your house, take a right at San Vicente, a left on Birch, a few houses down and you're there.  With your full backpack weighing on your shoulders it felt longer than usual, but you made it anyways and knocked on the front door. 

"It's open!" a voice called from inside, and you turned the knob and swung the door open.

You almost regretted wearing your tiniest jean shorts, from the way Mr. Moreno did a double take when you walked in.  But hey, it was the middle of summer and he would never look at you like that— you were just his daughter's babysitter, ever since you were sixteen; he was probably just surprised to see that you were wearing something other than your school uniform.  Maybe some part of you wished he would look at you like that… 

Missy called your name, tearing you from your thoughts, jumping up when she saw you and beaming as she rushed to give you a hug.  "Hey!" you greeted in return.  

“Thanks again for doing this,” Mr. Moreno nodded in your general direction, apparently already dressed for whatever it was he had to do, slipping on his jacket from where it hung on a hook by the door.  "She's already had dinner, so just homework and bedtime," he explained to you as you nodded dutifully.

"Bedtime?  Dad, I'm not a little kid anymore," Missy rolled her eyes.

"Okay, you're a big kid and you need to be asleep by 10.  It's a school night."

She huffed but didn't protest, and you joined her on the couch because she wanted to show you some drawings she’d done earlier that day.  "Bye, Dad!" Missy waved when he left, and he turned back quickly to blow a kiss in her direction.

Once you helped her finish her homework (frankly, you didn't have to do that much— she's a smart kid), the two of you enjoyed some video games before you finally got her to start getting ready for bed.

It was cute how confident Missy was that she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep, only for her to be snoring within five minutes of her head hitting the pillow.  You were envious of how easily she could sleep; you could kill an hour just tossing and turning and readjusting your blanket.  But that wasn’t going to be your problem tonight: you weren’t going to sleep yet, until the man of the house returned, meaning all you had to do was wait.

Even in summer, having already graduated, you had plenty of work to do while you waited for Mr. Moreno.  Knowing what classes you had in the fall, you bought your textbooks a bit early and planned on reading them all before the semester began.  You’d already gotten through Philosophy Through the Ages and now you continued from where you left off in the middle of Introductory Physics.  

What surprised you was that you had time to finish that one, too.  You had anticipated that Mr. Moreno would be back before you made it to the module on fluid dynamics, but you reached the index at a quarter past midnight and he was still gone.  You shrugged and picked up the next one— A Book of Luminous Things: An International Anthology of Poetry— hoping he was alright and that he’d be back soon.

You had to make yourself some coffee when 1 a.m. rolled around; tired, anxious, and distracted, you realized this was probably not the best state to be attempting to study in, but you didn’t feel like you had a choice.  You didn’t want to fall asleep here, you’d promised to watch Missy and you couldn’t exactly do that while asleep… plus, he would probably be back any minute now.  Sure, you’d been saying that to yourself for nearly an hour and a half now, but it was more true than ever.

It was another hour and a half, though, until his car pulled into the driveway and he pushed through the front door, prompting you to set aside your textbook.

“Good evening,” you greeted, standing up.  He looked a little disheveled— but it worked for him, with that curly hair all messed up in just the right way.  Maybe it was just that it was late or that it was the rare time you saw him without Missy around, but there was a darkness about him now, not sinister so much as just purely intimidating.  It was like you hadn’t really taken him seriously before, and now you were appreciating that you should have.

“She’s asleep?” he assumed, glancing over to the hallway which his daughter’s bedroom was positioned at the end of before slipping his jacket off and hanging it by the door.

“It’s half past two, so… I really hope so,” you chuckled.

“Shit, is it that late already?” he groaned, glancing at his watch.

“Did you not notice?”

“I.. got carried away.”

You didn’t want to know what he’d been out so late for.  It was none of your business, and you figured you were better off without any secrets to keep— you’d never been so good at keeping secrets, even your own.

“Been studying this whole time?” he noticed as he glanced at the textbooks on the couch, grinning a little.  It sort of felt like he was mocking you, and it made your cheeks warm as you nodded.  “What a good girl.”

That made a cold tingle crawl up your spine.  Sure, other students had called you that before, and plenty of your teachers, but when he said it, like that… it felt entirely new.  “I try,” you managed to respond eventually.

“You’ll do well in college, I bet.”

“You think so?” you beamed.

“Yeah,” he nodded confidently.  There was something comforting about the way he smiled at you; yet, there was something predatory about the way his eyes glanced down your body and back up slowly.

As you turned and bent over to pick up your textbooks off the couch, you could tell that he had stepped closer; you could just barely hear the soft noise of his footsteps on his carpet, just barely feel the warmth of him behind you, just barely pick up on the slow, thoughtful breath he took in and out through his nose.

Standing back up slowly, you felt him do it again, right against your neck.

“M-Mr. Moreno,” you stammered, shivering when his hands gripped you on either arm.  Not a tight grip, per se, but one that made his strength obvious.

“You don’t have to call me that,” he breathed.  “Not when we’re alone.”

Not that you really had any plan on how to respond to that, but if you had, it would've been forgotten as his lips brushed over your neck, leaving teasing kisses in a trail over your pulse.

"Wait—" you blurted out instinctively when his hands moved to your waist, cut off by your own shaky sigh and suppressed moan.  “What if she wakes up?” you questioned anxiously, glancing down the hallway and hoping you wouldn’t find Missy there, watching her dad feeling you up— and you letting him, not just that but enjoying it.  Of course, the hallway was deserted, but you couldn’t feel certain it would stay that way.

“She won’t,” he assured.  “Not if you can be a good girl and stay quiet.”

You made a little whimpering noise as you wondered if you could.  You didn’t know how, really; you were good at being quiet when you were alone, but being alone had never felt like this.  Forbidden, sexy, terrifyingly wonderful… nothing had ever felt like this.

“Do you want me to stop?” he purred, sounding like he already knew the answer.

“No,” you answered a little too quickly, “please… please don’t stop.”

“Yeah, I thought so,” he grinned.  “Tell me what you do want.”

“I want…” you sighed and started over again, willing yourself to speak your thoughts aloud even though they made a pit of guilt sink in your stomach.  "I want you to make me feel good."

You knew it was a sort of childish way of putting it, even before he laughed at your statement, but you weren't sure what else to say.  "Yeah?  I can do that," he decided.  "But I can make you feel good in so many ways…" he trailed off as his right hand slipped lower and lower, finally landing between your legs as you gasped.  Two fingers slid over the crotch of your shorts, and somehow he managed to bump against something that made electricity shoot up your spine and your hips buck into his touch of their own accord.  You felt his smile widen as his teeth grazed against the sensitive skin of your neck.  "You'll have to be more specific," he finally finished.  "How do you want me to make you feel good?"

"Inside me," you whined, "I want you inside me."

There was a sudden shift as it seemed like the control he had over you suddenly did not extend to himself; he growled a bit and pulled you into him, and you could feel the hard shape of his cock, through his trousers and your shorts.  You could feel it pressed just above your ass and it made you squirm against his embrace.  "Feel what you do to me?" he grunted, and you nodded quickly.  "Good."

He spun you around quickly, pulling you close to him and burning right through you with those brown eyes darker than ever, but just as you thought he might kiss you, he spoke instead.

“My bedroom’s upstairs,” he informed you quietly.

You just nodded, following him as he pulled you along through the house, up the stairs and past the door to the master bedroom of the house.

Now that you hadn’t seen it coming, of course, was when he chose to grab you and kiss you suddenly.  It was rough and passionate and nothing like you could've imagined; you were certain you'd never been kissed like this, like he needed to kiss you more than he needed anything.  

Your arms slipped around his neck as he pushed you back against the wall, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist as he kicked the door shut behind the two of you.  Little moans were muffled by the kiss— and it took you a minute to realize they were yours.  You didn’t even sound like yourself; probably because you’d never felt like this before, and therefore had never had any reason to sound like this.

You could feel his cock between your legs, though unfortunately not in the way you wanted.  Still, it drove you wild to have him so close like this, to try to imagine how the thick shape you were feeling would ever fit inside you.

His hands were so strong and thick that you worried they’d stretch out your tank top just by reaching under it— well, that is you would have worried about that if you could think about anything else but his hands reaching under your tank top.  He didn’t even waste his time touching you over your bra, instead making quick work of the clasps with one hand before coming back to grope one breast in his palm, then the other.  Just that was enough to make you run your fingers into his hair, but a little pinch to your raised nipple made your fists tighten and pull— you didn’t mean to, and you were just about to feel bad about it until he growled a little.  It seemed like a growl of approval, considering he pinched your nipples harder to make you do it again.  

“Feels good?” he asked with annoying (yet arousing) confidence.

“S-so good,” you slurred, stumbling over your words as you tried to think as clearly as possible through the thick haze of pleasure clouding your mind. 

As he guided you to set your legs down and unhook your arms from around his neck, you felt a bit like a doll being posed; when he pulled your top over your head and your bra from your arms, you felt like a doll being undressed.  You sort of didn’t mind it; you were happy to let him take the lead, confident he knew at least 100% more about this than you did. 

He knelt down before you as he roughly pulled at your tight jean shorts, his knuckles nearly bruising your hips as he stripped you.  Your underwear were not the pair you would’ve worn if you had known somebody was going to see them, just a plain dark blue color that made you feel so drab as he came face-to-face with them.  He didn’t seem to mind much, grinning up at you as he slipped his fingers under them and pulled them down, too.  Your face was so hot and yet your legs were breaking out into goosebumps simultaneously, and a shiver rolled up your body when he growled at the sight of your body laid bare for him.  Before you could even process it, he stood up and grabbed you, tossing you back onto the bed and spreading your legs.

“Fuck, what a pretty little pussy,” he praised with a smile that made you feel a little light-headed, swirling a few fingers over your swollen button until pulling them back to spank you there— it wasn’t even that hard, but you yelped and jolted and he laughed darkly.  “So sensitive,” he purred, his words walking a fine line between a compliment and a taunt, “so wet.”

Another finger slipping down to your entrance proved him right, your arousal plentiful as his touch glided through your folds.  

Suddenly overcome with a moment of bravery, you sat up and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, making him smile down at you.  “Let me help you,” he offered as he worked the buttons instead, freeing you to try to open his belt.  “Look at you, acting so desperate…”

At this point, you weren’t even offended by that; you wanted him so bad that you didn’t have the energy to be embarrassed by it anymore.  

He slipped the shirt off of his shoulders just as you finished opening the belt.  He pushed your hands away, and now you could see the muscles in his arms flexing as he held you down by your wrists.  “You’re getting ahead of yourself, señorita,” he purred.

Why did feeling powerless to him turn you on so much?  There was no real fear to it— you knew and trusted him, you would never have developed your misguided crush on him if you didn’t— and yet there was a strong edge of uncertainty as he kissed your neck and moved down your chest, between your breasts before he stopped to kiss those, too.

“Oh god,” you breathed, and he smiled against your skin before sitting up and staring down at you.  It wasn’t apparent if it was distant streetlights or the moonlight shining in through the window, but either way it cast a cold blue light into the room that reflected as a glimmer in his eyes. 

“Not gonna make you wait any longer,” he promised in a low voice, reaching down to push his unbuttoned belt and trousers to his thighs— those thick, muscular thighs that made your lip catch between your teeth.

Your breath caught, too, but in your lungs this time as his cock was exposed: thick, swollen, veiny… it looked picturesque, if thoroughly intimidating.  You couldn’t figure out if you wanted to move towards it or sheepishly crawl away.

"Why do you look scared?" he asked, his voice so much deeper than you remembered it from before, even if there was genuine concern somewhere in his tone.

"Is it gonna hurt?" you asked instead of answering.

"Baby…" he sighed huskily, "are you a virgin?"

You bit your lip and looked away, irritated that you hadn't managed to hide your fear enough to keep your secret.  

He sighed, your silence apparently answer enough.  

"Do you not want to, anymore?" you asked anxiously, afraid you had completely killed the mood.  Part of the reason it'd taken you this long to lose it was specifically because people seemed intimidated by the idea of being your first.

"No, no, I— no," he asserted sternly.  "I just need to… change my approach, slightly.”

He leaned down a bit, hovering over you as he trailed his hand up your leg, rubbing the inside of your thigh before finally drawing circles over your aching clit with his thumb, causing you to shiver and moan quietly.

“And, to answer your question, it won’t hurt.  Not if I get you good and ready for me,” he explained, pushing just one finger into you— and even that small of a stimulation made your eyes flutter shut, with his fingers being so much thicker and stronger than yours.

The second made your fists clench around the satin-y sheets beneath you.  You didn’t dare open your eyes, knowing you’d find him staring down at you and you weren’t ready for that, weren’t ready to see his reaction to your body in such a vulnerable state.  You could hear his reaction, though, with the rough groans and satisfied sighs he let out as he pumped his fingers into you.

When three fingers filled you, your eyes shot open.  “Fuck!” you yelped.

He smiled but slowed down, apparently taking some pity on you— but not enough to stop him from pressing down harder on your clit.

Just when you figured he’d warmed you up enough and he’d fuck you like he promised, he slid lower and the bed and bent down, adding his tongue into the mix with his fingers.  It was… overwhelming, and hot, not just psychologically but literally: it was physically hot, as in temperature.  How was his mouth so warm against you, and his fingers so warm inside you?

When he latched his lips around your clit and sucked on it, you saw stars.  Energy gathered in your gut and burned so bright that you thought you might explode.  Really, it was more like an implosion as the coil inside you snapped and your thighs accidentally clamped down on his hand.  It didn’t faze him though, it didn’t even slow him down as he moaned a little against you and curled his fingers even harder.  You didn’t remember reaching down to grab his head, you just felt his hair between your fingers as you pulled it roughly, gasping his name.

When he did stop, sitting up and wiping his face with the back of his hand, you just looked back up at him as you caught your breath.  He laughed, and you realized you were gawking unintentionally.

“I’m guessing you’ve never come like that before?” he ventured.  You didn’t know if ‘like that’ meant from oral or just so suddenly and intensely, but it was true either way so you nodded.

When he reached down to grip his cock with the same hand still wet with your slick, you held your breath without realizing it.  “Please put it in me,” you whimpered.

“I will,” he assured as he guided the head of it through your slick folds, stopping to tease your clit as you jolted from the contact on the sensitive nerves.  Something surreal and indescribable tingled under your skin— you could hardly believe that this was happening, let alone with him, with Mr. Moreno.  Or, Marcus.  You were on a first-name basis by now, surely.

He pushed forward in one smooth, slow stroke until he was all the way inside you, his body filling yours to the brim as you quivered from the sensation of being stretched so wide.  

“Am I hurting you?” he asked roughly.

“...almost,” you answered hesitantly, unsure how to describe the sensations you were feeling; not exactly pain, but not not pain.  The favorite pain you’d ever felt in your life, easily.

He chuckled as he gripped your hips a little tighter.  "I'm gonna move now," he announced.  You nodded your approval, sighing shakily as he pulled his hips back and you felt the intoxicating friction of his cock against your walls.  

"Ffffuck," you whimpered, gasping when he slammed his hips forward again.  Your eyes rolled back in your head when he pushed as deep into you as he could with each thrust, still measured but not exactly gentle as he set a pace faster than you’d prepared for.  But it was good, god it was so fucking good you weren’t sure what to do with yourself.  "Marcus," you sighed, barely recognizing your own voice when it was heavy with need and arousal like this.

He grinned when he heard his name cross your lips, grinding his hips against yours for emphasis until you were forced to arch your back.  "You like it rough, don't ya, honey?"

You nodded, confident that you liked it however he was doing it.

"Fuck, I knew it.  Knew as soon as I saw you."

Before you could wonder what he meant by that, he was already moving fast enough to make your head spin.  You had never had anything so deep inside you before, and when he pushed your legs up and back against your chest, you had no choice but to scream with pleasure.

Just before you reached the peak of it though, his hand clamped down over your mouth to muffle the sound.  "Gotta be quiet," he reminded you through his teeth before relaxing his hand a bit so you could still be heard somewhat

"I can't," you whined, "Marcus, please, I can't stay quiet—"

"You have to."

"Feels too good," you whimpered your excuse.  "F-fuck, slow down, I won't be able to stop it—"

He cut you off with a kiss, slow yet dominating, and your moans were muffled by his lips.  You still sounded so loud in your own head, but at least your cries weren't echoing against the walls of his room anymore.

What was echoing were the sounds of skin slapping on skin as he pounded into you, roughly finding every delicate spot within you and making the backs of your thighs sore as his hips slammed into them.  It forced your hands to grip at his muscular shoulders and your nails to dig into the skin there.  You hoped there would be little half-moon shaped marks there tomorrow, maybe one would even scar so he'd have your mark on his body forever; after all, he'd carved a permanent space in your body by taking your virginity.  Even if you couldn't dream of being as special to him as he was to you, you liked the idea of giving him something that he couldn't give back.

That energy was building again, different from before but no less powerful and persistent.  "I'm gonna— fuck, I'm gonna come, I'm so close," you whispered.

“Yeah?  Go ahead," he encouraged.  "I wanna see you fall apart just for me, wanna feel you come around my cock."

You hadn't realized he'd be able to feel it, and the idea of that was so filthily beautiful that it pushed you over the edge, your whole body tensing up in sudden waves of pleasure so intense that it made your eyes water.

Through the static filling your ears, you heard his low, husky voice encouraging you: "Good girl, just like that, don't fucking stop."

You'd always been powerless to his voice, but this was another level.  It was as if your body understood and met his demands, continuing to ride the peak of your sensation so long as he growled in your ear just right.  

It was much too tender, the way he brushed the stray hair away from your face, the way he kissed your slack mouth again, the way he held you tighter and mumbled more praises to you.  It was more romantic than it had any right to be, and you had to bite back the words of affection threatening to spill out of your mouth.

I love you, you wanted to tell him, I've loved you for years, but it was beyond inappropriate.  You didn't want to play the role of the innocent virgin who thinks sex means being in love and lets herself catch feelings for the older man who is just taking what he wants and, at best, doing her a favor so she doesn't have to go off to college and get her cherry popped there.  Maybe that was accurate, but that wasn't who you wanted to be.  

You wanted to be sexy, and mature, and in control.  You wanted to play a new rule, one that still felt foreign and yet closer than ever.  So you wrapped your legs around his hips and held him deeper in you, smiling with a little growl of your own.

"I want you to come inside me," you informed him with a purr, loving the little moment of shock that passed over his face before he groaned, fucking you a little faster and more erratically.

"Fuck, really?" he rasped.

You bit your lip as you looked up at him through half-lidded eyes and nodded.

"You're on the pill?"

Another nod, this one finished off with a shiver as you wondered how much more of this your body could take.

He grinned and picked up the pace again, his moans getting a little louder with each movement.  "Fuck, I'm gonna come— gonna fill up your tight little pussy, is that what you want?"

You nodded feverishly, already close to the edge again as you imagined what it would be like to have his come in you for the rest of the night.  Was he going to make you walk home with it leaking out from between your legs?  Why did that idea make your inner muscles involuntarily tighten around him?

With a string of curses and a grip on your thigh tight enough to bruise, he reached his own peak and you felt his cock flex and pulse inside you, a new warmth filling your gut from the inside out.  

It's hard to say how long the two of you stayed like that, since you were busy basking in the afterglow (and, less enjoyably, worrying about the consequences that tomorrow morning would bring).

When he pulled out and collapsed beside you, you wondered if you should get up and get dressed.

"Stay here tonight," he instructed you, as if somehow a response to your internal thought.  "Your folks won't freak out if you're out all night, right?"

"I'll just tell them I slept over at your place," you shrugged.  With a confused look from him, you clarified: "on the couch."

"Right," he nodded as he wrapped you in his arms and pulled you closer, letting you rest your head in the crook of his neck.  In this way and in so many others, it was how you expected (and hoped) losing your virginity would go: someone you trust and who cares about you, with enough attention on you that you didn't feel much pain, plus cuddling afterwards.  But, in even more ways, it was unlike what you'd ever thought possible: it felt incredible and you came so hard that your ears were still kind of ringing, you didn't use a condom or even think to mention it, and finally— and most absurdly— it was with Marcus fucking Moreno.

Frankly, considering his performance earlier, "fucking" very well could be his middle name.

"You should sit for me again next week," he suggested quietly.

"Do you have somewhere to go?"

"No," he grinned, "but I'll be sure to come back real late, after she's gone to bed, so I can show you all the other ways I can make you feel good."

"H-how many ways are there?!"

He just laughed, pulling you closer and placing a gentle kiss to the top of your head.  “Oh, sweetheart… so smart, but so innocent.  We can fix that.”

You weren’t sure entirely which of those two things he intended on fixing.

[yhwhsdaughter]

pairing: trevor belmont x fem reader

content: forced vampirism, monster slaying, main character death, pining, angst, mention of animal death, usage of the word ‘assault’ to refer vampires feeding on reader

- this was meant as platonic soulmates but it can be seen as romantic too

“It hurts…”

Feet dragging across the rocky ground, you heard screeches of pain from behind, though they soon diminished. You could only focus on the pulsing sensation at the side of your neck; it was like fire rushing through your veins.

Preoccupied with your agony, Belmont was able to sneak up. He raised his whip, ready to kill off the last of the creatures when you suddenly turned, and with glossy eyes you said, “Help me…”

The whip managed to leave a thin horizontal line across your cheek as he pulled back, causing blood to drip out slowly. Now illuminated by the moon, Belmont saw the damage on you. Skin exposed by the ripped clothes showed multiple bite marks. Blood stained the corner of your lips.

She’s been infected..

Belmont didn’t see a monster but a scared woman who’d just been assaulted by vampires. He knew what she’d turn into, but he couldn’t kill her… not when she looked at him like this. Sunrise was approaching so he had to act fast.

Draping his cloak onto your form, Belmont proceeded to carry you into the nearest building, which so happened to be where the carnage had occurred. Upon recognizing the place, you began to panic, shaking and looking at him with distrust. “You’re safe. I killed every last of those bloodsuckers.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while, in that shitty stinking room. Eventually tiredness overcame your senses; Belmont felt weight settle on his shoulder. He wonder how a vampire could look so innocent whilst sleeping.

“Hungry…”

You felt parched; it felt like your throat had dried up, barely able to utter a word.

“I know.”

A rabbit was placed in front of you. Blinking at it, you directed a confused glance at the man. “I’m—this is.. for me?” He nodded. Taking the animal with traces of disgust, you raised it to your mouth. Blood gushed into your mouth; feeding made a horrible slurping that would certainly haunt you but there was relief amongst those troubling feelings.

You gulped every last drop, draining the poor creature of its life. Still, your hunger and thirst weren’t satiated. Biting your lip, you pondered on the next move. Because this man had saved you, daring to kill him or even feed off him seemed… rude. Not to mention, he seemed way stronger than you in terms of experience. Prior to this, you were a regular citizen. Maybe you could run away?

“Here.”

Trevor could see your turmoil. Most vampires needed to drain at least one human every time they fed—if they were being generous. They could survive weeks without blood but it made them weaker. Besides, it was older vampires who had this kind of self control. Newborns tended to be more unstable.

“Just take it before I change my mind.”

You did as told, though you were still unsure. Hesitating, you licked your lips before nearing towards the vein on his wrist.

Trevor let out a grunt when your fangs pierced him. Although you tried to be gentle, it was an uncomfortable feeling nonetheless. As he became lightheaded and you full, the mouth that was attached to his wrist removed itself with a ‘pop’.

After making sure he was alright, you asked for his name. “Trevor. Trevor Belmont.”

“Oh..”

“……”

“Oh! I’m (Name) (Surname).”

─── ☾☼☽ ───

“It’s dangerous.”

“I still-still want to go!”

The last remnants of sun were gone. Ever since your first encounter with the rugged monster hunter, you refused to part from him, following the latter like a lost puppy.

“I’m not much of a fighter.. b-but watch this!”

On cue, you punched the nearest tree, cracking it and making a sizable hole. You looked back proudly towards Trevor; except when you tried to pull your hand out, you were having difficulty.

“Ah. It’s stuck.”

Trevor couldn’t help but chuckle, walking away, clearly amused with your display of power. You pulled harder, “Hold on! Don’t leave me alone! It’s scary..” you muttered the last part while chasing after him. Despite being a creature of the night, the world and its evils still frightened you.

At the sound of a branch snapping, you yelped, grabbing a piece of Trevor’s cloak for security.

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to Belmont when you punched a head clean off, practically decapitating one of the attackers. He might have been seriously injured if you had not intervened.

“Trevor.”

Gazing at you under the moonlight, he saw the hunger in your eyes as you held a man whom was still alive but struggling. His neck was exposed. Even so, you waited.

The Belmont turned away, giving you privacy to feed.

He knew that by allowing you to live, you would continue to take blood from others. Normally he wouldn’t feel soft towards a monster but whenever he thought of you, it was different.

His guilt was lessened when you drank from scum. Before putting the lives of innocents in danger, he would offer his own.

“Are you done?”

The corpse of the man was dropped unceremoniously as you joined Trevor, a light skip to your step.

─── ☾☼☽ ───

Despite adopting a nighttime lifestyle, Trevor was still human and had to conduct business during daylight hours.

He’d left your lodgings, which was an abandoned cottage, for a while. Nobody really passed through there anyway, so he thought you were safe. Worst came to worse, you could handle yourself. But as your self proclaimed protector, Trevor felt uneasy leaving you alone.

Maybe he should’ve listened to his gut because when he arrived, the door was wide open with dirty footprints leading in all the way to your coffin.

Two men had opened it—staring at the peaceful expression on your face, unaware that they were here to end you. To them it was obvious what you were. Even with that frilly white dress that made you look somewhat angelic, they couldn’t be fooled. As they raised their weapons to strike, Trevor used his whip. His sudden entrance startled them but it gave you the chance to wake up.

Eyes snapping open, you jumped onto the other man, taking both of you to the ground. His screams echoed shortly as you tore into his throat. The remaining one had no chance; Trevor left the room, closing the door on his way out, killing the light that entered and cutting off the way to escape.

Left alone with your prey, a smile crept up your face.

When you opened the door again, the dress which decorated your body was now stained red. There was hardly a clean piece on the material. Even so, you greeted Trevor with a hug.

“Trevor..”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“M-me too..”

─── ☾☼☽ ───

Forty years passed in the blink of an eye.

“You should retire.”

“Belmonts don’t retire. The only rest they get is when they’re dead.”

“Well I don’t want you to die.”

“I have to, someday.”

“No you don’t.”

It’s been like this for the past few years; Trevor was sixty now. His body didn’t look that of an aging man, but the expression on his face did. He’d seen too much and as time passed, it was harder to fight monsters by himself.

Of course you’d noticed that and suggested turning him. It was an ongoing discussion; Trevor didn’t fancy the idea of living an eternal life but the thought of leaving this earth without you was disheartening. He didn’t say it but the situation tore him apart.

There was also the fact that he was too old for you; forty years to be exact. You’d maintained your youth, looking lovely as ever. His doubts were shot down when you immediately said that you didn’t care about that.

“I just want you.”

He always kept pushing the conversation away and you were patient. Trevor supposed that you could’ve taken him by force if you wanted and when he inquired, you told him it would be like violating him, robbing him of the choice you were never given.

As understanding as you were; the time would come for him to decide and confront you about it.

That time was now.

He should have been more careful, but there was nothing to be done about it now. Trevor watched as the sun slowly descended. Would you make it here before he passed? Would he die without seeing you one last time?

When you woke night had already fallen. Trevor wasn’t home; he’d been late plenty of times before but this occasion felt different.

Upon stepping outside, the smell of blood hit you. It reeked, staining the very air. You immediately recognized the source—how could you not? You’d fed from Trevor countless times.

Rushing in that direction, you prayed to whatever entity was listening to keep Trevor safe. The world and its gods could condemn you, but not him.

Not him.

You found him sprawled on a big rock, a creature hovering over his crumpled figure. Without thinking, you tore it to pieces. Blood rained as his mangled body flew to various parts of the forest.

“Trevor!!!”

He let out a groan, which would’ve made you sigh in relief but his visible injuries proved otherwise. You were no doctor and even if you could carry him into town, it would be too late. There was no other option. If you didn’t do anything, you might lose him.

“Trevor. Let me do it.”

Still conscious enough to reply, “I don’t want to become—”

“A monster?”

“I cannot become what I sought to destroy..”

Tears escaped your eyes, blurring the image of the person whom you treasure most. “Please.. please please please..! Don’t leave me alone!”

You begged, knowing it was unfair to pressure him in such way but you couldn’t bare the thought of existing if he wasn’t present. He was your salvation, your companion…your world. And yet, he was being robbed from you.

So soon… It’s too soon!

You always imagined Trevor living well into old age, spending the remainder of his life with you, being happy. He was destined to die peacefully, not like this. Not in this shitty place, by the hands of a shitty monster!

“I can’t. I’m sorry..”

Grabbing his hands, you lowered your forehead on them, crying your heart out. It was unfair. Life was unfair.

“Kiss me.”

Despite the pain that he was in, Trevor found it in himself to smile. For you. “Kiss me one last time.” Tears dropped slowly as you heard him. Shaking your head; you couldn’t kill him.

“I want it to be you..”

His words struck a chord.

Lifting him by the neck in a gentle manner, you pushed the collar of his shirt aside, exposing his carotid. As you bit into his familiar skin once more, your other hand caressed him, trying to make this goodbye as painless as possible.

With every sip you took, tears fell down.

I love you! I love you! I love you!

His warm hand turned cold.

You held him in your arms like he once did to you, with the outmost care, with the love he deserved.

Since Trevor didn’t say where he wanted his body to be buried, you chose the nicest spot. It was a secluded place where it wouldn’t be dug up by animals or people—but not so hidden either.

Whilst cleaning the blood that covered his body and face, you found a piece of cloth with writing on it. Staring at it, you recognized the Belmont insignia. Turning the material, you managed to read the words…

Take this. Go to Alucard.

Trevor must’ve written that in his final moments; probably in case he didn’t make it before you arrived. The letters were sloppy because of the blood but you could read it well.

Clutching it to your chest, you sobbed until the light of day began to burn. For a moment you wished to stay there and disappear. Perhaps you could join Trevor.

Together even in death..

─── ☾☼☽ ───

The journey was rather long.

Looming in all its glory, Castle Dracula. You looked at the last piece of your beloved, holding it tighter in your hand.

“Okay. Let’s meet this Alucard.”

[lilcapsicle]

I still love you S.R

Summary: Y/n believed Steve stopped loving her - so she wants to leave

Warnings: language, slight angst to fluff (kinda) tbh it’s a shitty story, but I wanted to upload anyways, Not proofread

A/N: My summaries suck. ‘M Sorryyy

you watched Steve and Sharon talking and laughing. His eyes lit up as she giggled and put her hand onto his chest. He didn’t love you anymore. You noticed a while ago, but you didn’t want to believe it. A heavy sigh left your body and you sadly left the room. Why would Steve still be with you if he clearly loves Sharon? You didn’t understand and decided you have to break up with the love of your life for your own sake. Your heart shattered more and more each day and each moment you saw them happily together, while he showed you the cold shoulder. Did he even noticed you were still there? That you existed? You threw yourself onto the bed in your shared bedroom and your nostrils were immediately filled with his magnificent scent. Silent tears left your eyes. Your heart ached. You cried for a while and then decided you have to leave the compound right now or you would never have the courage to. You started packing your belongings, your sight still blurred by your tears. You just could’ve imagine how bad you must’ve looked. You were almost done packing as the door opened and Steve came whistling into the room. More tears filled your eyes and you didn’t dare to look his way. You stubbornly continued packing and ignored his presence. Steve stopped in his tracks as he noticed what you were doing. His heart began to pound into his chest and angst filled his body. “Babygirl, what are you doing?”, he asked scared and carefully. You kept ignoring him and closed your suitcase. You picked it up and looked him in the eyes. “It’s over, Steve.” Your voice broke but you didn’t care at all. Dumbfounded, he stared at you with his mouth hung open. He reached you with fast steps and took the case out of your hand. “No, you are not leaving me without at least explaining!” He said sternly. “Don’t you love me anymore?” he added quietly. You shook your head. “No, Steve. I love you more than anything and that is exactly the reason why I need to leave. Now, please let me go” You couldn’t hold his stare and looked at the floor. “I don’t understand. Why do you wanna leave if you love me I thought we were good?” a dry laugh left your throat. “Good? You thought we were good? Are you fucking kidding me right now, Steve? We weren’t good for a long time now!” “What do you mean?” He looked at you confused. “For fuck sake, I know you love her, okay?! And it fucking kills me. You look at her the way you looked at me. You hold her on movie night the way you held me, Steve. I know you don’t love me anymore.” Fresh hot tears ran over your cheeks and sobs left you. You tried to snatch your suitcase out of Steve’s grip but he pulled away. “I don’t love anyone but you, y/n! I don’t even know who you’re talking about?” “Then why the fuck are you keep ignoring me? Why do you show Sharon more love and more attention than you show me?” Your crying broke Steve’s heart. He hadn’t noticed what he had done. He didn’t want to hurt you or give you the feeling of being unloved, because hell how he loved you. He pulled you into his chest. “I am so so sorry, doll. You are the only one I want and the only one I will ever love. Sharon and I are just friends- I swear! I- good god, she’s not even my type! I mean did you see her and then you? Y/n I fucking love you and only you!” He took your face in his hands and put kisses all over your face. You tried to squirm away but he held you tightly. With a sigh you gave in and snuggled into his touch. After his kiss treatment he hugged you tight and carried you to your bed. Softly he laid you down and cuddled you up against his side. “Please don’t leave me...I can’t live without you, you’re my everything. I love you so fucking much, doll. Please forgive me how I’ve treated you” He whispered into your hair. His voice sounded broken “I love you too, Stevie, so so much and will forgive you.” You mumbled into his chest, then lifted your head and looked him directly into his eyes. “But you have to stop ignoring me. Show me I’M your girlfriend and not Sharon, okay?” He nodded immediately. “You’re mine and I will never let you go or let you feel this way. I am so sorry” He looked you sad in the eyes. You kissed softly his lips which he eagerly returned. The kiss intensified and you could feel all the emotions. The love. The hurting. The desperation. Everything. After it got hard to breathe you both pulled away. Your hand was in his hair and lightly scratched his scalp. “I’m still hurt though. You have to make up a few things.” I know baby, and I will. Believe me” You smiled at each other and shared another kiss. “Oh and cap?” He raised an eyebrow “Cap?!” You nodded and smiled toothly “Yeah, language” 

[scuttle-buttle]

WC: 2261

Rated: M

Tags: angst, medical issues, pregnancy complications, hurt/comfort, anxiety, brief mentions of medical procedures but no gore, nothing is technically sad, fluff, papa laszloooo

A/N: honestly tho I am sorry. also i maybe cried a little writing this, which is a first. also also everybody is fine in this it's just emotional

Blame @hardlyinteresting

🧠

"Three weeks…. Three weeks little bean…" you mumble as you rub your protruding stomach after a particularly harsh kick to your ribs. The chair was a sweet relief to your ankles after a long day at work and doing some light chores around the house all afternoon. You had three weeks until you hit 39 weeks into your pregnancy. As much as you were anxious you were ready. Ready to not feel like a bloated whale. Ready to not have sore feet. But most of all, ready to hold your baby girl.

Laszlo had been trying to convince you to take it easy and start maternity leave early, but you resisted. The last thing you were about to do is nothing. Most first pregnancies went late anyway, you'd argued, so you didn't worry about it yet. I’m pregnant, not dying - give me another week, you'd told him.

What you didn't tell him was about the headaches. Or how sore your legs were. Or how absolutely exhausted you'd been feeling the last couple weeks. Whenever he would ask if you were alright or offer a foot rub you would just brush it off as third trimester woes. You didn't want to worry him.

You were sat in an armchair in the parlor, feet propped up, damp rag over your eyes. The droning from the tv had your nerves on edge. All you wanted to do was take some tylenol and feel better, but you had been knocking back more than was probably safe the last few days so you went without.

A sudden pain shoots through you causing the rag to fall onto your chest. “Ohh...ow? OW!” You sit up straighter as the ache persists; the dull throbbing in your upper abdomen unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Were you in labor early? Did she just kick in a bad spot? No no - surely the pain would’ve died down by now had that been the case. Unless? Can babies kick so hard they rupture something? Did my kid just bust my liver? Your thoughts run rampant as you wait, in vain, for the pain to go away. The pricking behind your eyes and in your temples only made it more hellish. Pressing your palm to the spot does nothing, nor do the breathing exercises you had been taught.

When five minutes have passed by without relief you make the choice to call out for your husband. “Laz?” No response. “Laszlo!” A beat passes; nothing. You swallow through your building nausea.

“I swear to fucking-” you growl as you snatch your phone from the end table to your left. You use all your concentration to dial his number.

It rings four times.

“Bärchen, why are you call-”

You don’t let him finish. “Something’s wrong.”

______

Head thrown back into the flat, starchy hospital pillow you groan in frustration. “permanent bedrest?” You scrub the hand not clutching your belly down your face.

The emergency room Obstetrician gives you a pitying look. “I’m afraid so - your blood pressure is high and we want to keep it under control to prevent outcomes such as pre-eclampsia. I recommend doing as little as absolutely possible; get rid of as many stressors as you can.” He flips through your chart. “You said you’ve been having headaches and fatigue for nearly two weeks? Why didn’t you come in sooner?”

Huffing, you tell him “I thought it was just part of the third trimester. Everyone always complains about how bad it is.” He hums in response.

“Well. I’m going to go take a final look at your labs, make sure everything else is fine before we discharge you. I’ll send in my Nurse Practitioner to give you the run down and anything else you’ll need to know. And should anything else like this happen again - get in here immediately.” He pats you awkwardly on the hand before nodding at Laszlo and leaving the room.

Laszlo.

Sparing a glance from the corner of your eye you see him looking towards his lap, his weaker hand cradled in the other. He’d been quiet since you admitted when your symptoms had first begun. Every single time he’d asked you how you were feeling you had lied to him. Granted, you didn’t technically know you were lying. But it makes little difference when you’re sitting in the ER. He had every reason to be upset.

“Laszlo honey,” you reach over to him. Slowly he takes your proferred hand and stands, coming to stop beside the bulky bed frame. His thumb caresses your wrist.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve examined the signs, kept a better eye on you.”

“Laz-”

“-No-”

“-I didn’t want to worry you, okay?-” Your voice breaks as you defend yourself.

“-I could’ve done something, maybe- I don't know!” His slightly raised voice startles you quiet. The pain in his eyes only makes you feel guiltier. He licks his lips. “I took the liberty of calling your mother. She will be here tomorrow afternoon and will be staying in the guest room as long as we need her.”

Now you look away, indignant. “I don’t need to be watched like I’m a child.” The tears behind your eyelids rush in; a lone drop trailing down your cheek as the embarrassment settles within your gut. You knew that at some point it was likely you would need her here. However you imagined it to be under happier circumstances. A deep inhale fails to calm your sobs. “I just- I don’t want to be a burden with all this.” Your tears flow freely now.

“My dear you could never be.” Laszlo sits on the edge of the bed. He rests his right palm above the swell of your child, his left cupping along the curve of your jaw. He tilts you to face him. “But the health of you and our girl is what is most crucial now. Let us take care of you. Please.”

A gentle kick underneath his palm from your daughter is answer enough.

__________

Two weeks. 14 days.

Lying in bed, sitting in the same spot for hours on end was actually going to be the death of you. You were sure of it.

Your mother truly has been a huge help since arriving. Laszlo wanted to start his paternity leave, but you insisted that he stay until you were closer to your due date. Which couldn’t come fast enough, you might add. Both Laszlo and your mother were prone to pestering you about some things, but at other times if you truly wanted to be alone they gave you your space. Now was one of those times. Laptop to your side, you watch another episode of Grey’s Anatomy. A knock sounds. You turn to see your husband standing in the doorway, the blood pressure monitor in arm.

He gives you a bright smile. “How are you two on this fine afternoon?”

“Cut it with the attitude, bucko. Let’s get this over with.” The words, while harsh, had little bite to them. His brow raises but he says nothing. You honestly felt bad that you’d been in a pretty foul mood since being discharged. On more than one occasion you’d said as much to Laszlo and your mother - they didn’t deserve your ire. Thankfully they understood why you were so frustrated.

You held the strap in place as he secured the velcro and started the machine. Buzzing filled the overall quiet room. Closed eyes you wait. Some days your results were higher than others. Unless you became higher than a certain threshold the doctor said you were safe to be home. At the sound of a beep Laszlo unhooks the cuff, reporting that your levels are within the acceptable range. When he goes to leave you alone you clutch at his sleeve. He waits as you peer up at him. “Stay?”

He never could say no to you.

______

Little bean’s ruthless treatment of your bladder had you up for the second time that night. You waddled to the bathroom to attend to your business and wash your hands. Glancing at the circles under your eyes in the mirror you sigh. “I love you baby bean but you’re giving me a run for my money here, kid,” you whisper as you rub your stomach. Three days, you remind yourself.

The floor creaks as you shuffle back to bed. Suddenly, an odd warm trickling sensation travels down your legs. “What the fuck?” Looking down around your bulging bump you find yourself standing in a small puddle, the glint of the bathroom night light reflecting off the surface. “Shit okay…ah Laszlo? Hey, I need you to wake up.”

He grumbles. With a roll of your eyes you walk over and shake him awake. “Hey- what-” he sits up instantly and blinks at you. “Is everything alright?”

“My water broke.”

He hops into action right away. Moving you to sit on the bed, he pulls out his cell phone to call your doctor. As he talks you watch him move around the room, the phone wedged between his ear and shoulder, as he collects your hospital supplies. You feel useless as you sit. Yet, you know that your priority needs to be keeping yourself calm and that moving around could exacerbate your condition.

He hangs up. Coming to stand in front of you he presses a kiss to your forehead; “I’ll go wake your mother. Don’t move, Liebling.”

As you sit you blow out a long breath. You look down at your bump. “Guess you decided you’re ready to go, huh kid?” The tip of your fingers brush along the side of your stomach. “I know we’re ready for you too. We’re going to love you so much, and your daddy? He’s gonna be the best, you’ll see.” Placing your palms flat she nudges you from within.

_____

The doctors decided that a c-section was the safest route. You both knew it was a possibility, but you had hoped that after weeks of bedrest that your blood pressure would balance out enough for a natural delivery. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. They monitored you for an hour before your contractions began, officially confirming you were in fact in active labor and dilating. After the fourth hour your blood pressure began to spike again. That’s when they decided to prep you for the procedure.

The operation went smoothly. The atmosphere of the surgical suite was tense with your nerves, but Laszlo’s calming words and his hand squeezing yours kept the anxiety from spilling over. You even found it in you to poke fun at how ridiculous he looked in the puffy blue elastic hair cap he wore.

When the first cries rang out you nearly tried to hop off the table to see your baby. The doctors worked quickly to ensure you were in proper condition while the infant was cleaned.

“Dad? Would you like to come and cut the cord?” one of the nurses calls out.

Laszlo looks back at them before turning to face you. He searches your eyes for a moment; “go,” you nod with a smile. You watch as he did what the nurses instructed as best you could, her soft wails echoing in the small room. He returns to you right after while they finish wrapping her up in a blanket.

“She’s beautiful my dear,” your professor confesses. He leans to give you a lingering kiss. “I’m so unbelievably proud of you.”

“I love you so much.”

“As I love you.”

The doctor interrupts your moment. “Would you like to hold your baby girl?” The question is directed at you, but you look over to your husband. The man you love more than life itself. He stares at the little bundle as if she’s the most incredible sight he’s ever laid eyes on. He can’t take his gaze off her. His irises sparkle with unshed tears as he looks on with wonder.

“Laz?” Finally he breaks away. “Hold your little girl - she’s been waiting to meet her Papa.”

Carefully the doctor shifts his hold on the babe to slide her into Laszlo’s waiting arm. He swallows as he pulls her to his chest. Something caught between a sob and a laugh leaves him. You blink through your own tears at the sight of your husband and daughter, a sight so far beyond perfect there could be no words. Laszlo held her with such delicacy, such reverence. It was as if any moment she could slip away as though a dream.

“Hello there my little dove, I’ve been waiting a very long time to meet you.” He doesn’t bother to wipe away the streams that fall from his eyes. “I’m your Papa and I-” he sniffs, looking towards the ceiling and blinking rapidly to clear his eyes. You rest your hand on his bicep. “I love you so very much. I would give you the world if I could. Your grandfather didn’t...he was not....” he pauses to gather himself. “To me you are the greatest gift I could ever receive. I will be the best father I can for you. A father worthy of you. Mein Gott, Ich liebe dich my darling dove.”

He continued to hold her in his arms until it was time to take you into the recovery room. When he had asked if you wanted her you simply shook your head. You would get your chance, you had a lifetime to do so. But your Laszlo needed this. He needed his little dove.

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[mandoalorian]

sensational

Maxwell Lord x F!Reader

Summary: Maxwell is away on a business trip for work, and you’re missing him more than you anticipated.

Word count: 2,2k

Warnings: 18+ smut; guided masturbation, male masturbation, female masturbation, light degradation, edging, orgasm denial, phone sex, long distance after care 🥺

Authors note: I’ve missed writing. So here’s a little something for Maxie cuz I’ve missed him too :( <3

Maxwell had only been gone sixteen hours. He left at 6am, and it was currently: you rolled over to check the time on your bedside alarm clock. 10pm. You frowned, pulling the crushed velveteen blankets up to your chin. He was probably fast asleep now anyway— after the flight and a long day proposing business scheme after business scheme.

You missed him a lot. He promised to call you every morning and every night, so long as he wasn’t swamped at the office. That was his promise and truthfully, you thought you’d be okay. He was only due to be away for a week. You knew a lot of other long-distance couples had it much worse. But being alone in his big suburban house was more isolating than you had ever even considered. It felt empty without him, and it didn’t feel like home anymore.

At least tomorrow you’d get to see Alistair, so that was a plus. You mentally groaned as you remembered how you were going to have to visit Maxwell’s ex-wife in order to pick up his son. She didn’t seem to like you all that too much, and to be honest, you could probably do without the chore of visiting her every Tuesday evening and putting up with her crap. It would be okay though. Alistair was worth it.

Your mind wandered back to your boyfriend. Your smart, handsome and powerful boyfriend with the honey coloured hair and chocolate brown eyes. He was always soft and warm— and a fantastic lover. Not only he was an excellent businessman, but he was also a brilliant father and a wonderful partner. He really was the perfect man for you.

You smiled wickedly to yourself as you remembered last night, and the antics you had both gotten up to before he had to leave in the morning. It was a long, passionate night. Your fingers ghosted over the love bites and bruises that were peppered across your neck and collarbones, and you gasped at the memory, a familiar heat rushing down your body.

If only he was here now… you two could’ve done it all over again.

Your glazed eyes flicked up to the telephone that was on your bedside table. You must’ve been staring at it for a good few minutes, contemplating things. Maxwell had scrawled the number to his hotel room down on a card before he’d left… just in case of an emergency.

You dipped your hand down to your cunt and felt your breathing hitch as you gathered all your slick on your fingers. You hadn’t realised just how wet you’d become.

Just call him. The devil on your shoulder urged. If he was sleeping, you certainly didn’t want to wake him but… surely there was no harm in an innocent goodnight call. At least then, you could hear his warm voice and his articulate words.

Maxwell Lord had you whipped.

Sighing, you took the phone from the hook and dialled his number. He answered on the first two rings.

“Hey honey,” he had a tired lilt to his voice, but just the depth and richness of his tone was enough to set a blaze in your tummy. “I was just about to go to bed,” he continued. “It’s late. Why are you still up?”

Yes, his voice was giving you everything you had desired, and more.

You swallowed thickly, your finger tracing lazy circles over your clit. “Mm couldn’t sleep. Was thinkin’ bout you.” you revealed, trying to keep your voice as steady as possible. If you could get off to his voice alone, without having him notice what you were doing, that would be perfect. If he did catch on that you were touching yourself without his permission though… that would be a different story. “Miss you.” you exhaled, your eyes snapping shut.

“I miss you too sweetheart,” Max sighed, and you could faintly hear him shuffle around in his bed, the sheets making a fuzzy noise on the other end of the line. “What— what were you thinking about?”

The question was a trap. You knew Max all too well. He was right to have his suspicions.

You didn’t even bother opening your eyes, and you tried to repress a longing whine as your finger involuntary picked up speed, like some kind of reflex reaction to his question. “S-stuff,” you stammered out when you felt your fingers begin to dampen and slip between your folds. But ‘S-stuff’ was hardly going to be good enough for Maxwell. You dipped two fingers inside you, surprised at how well they were stretching you. “Mm— Max, miss— I miss—“

You couldn’t even finish your sentence, already close to pushing your first climax out.

“Princess?” Max asked. “You there?”

Your response was delayed but was followed by a stifled moan that wasn’t lost on Max whatsoever. “Need you.” you gasped out, dropping the phone to your pillow by your head so you could use your other hand to rub yourself.

The friction of your digits rubbing against that sweet spot and the way your index finger and middle finger curled up inside of you was too much. You could feel yourself coming undone.

“Oh,” Max omitted knowingly, unable to contain the small smirk that was crossing his lips. “Oh baby.”

He felt his cock twitch from the faint little whimpers you were making, and he slid his hand under the waistband of his light grey sweats, freeing his already semi-hard erection.

“Tell me princess,” Max hummed. “What ‘stuff’ were you thinking about?”

Fuck. You wanted to curse. He knew. He clearly knew you were touching yourself to the sound of his voice; probably thinking you were needy and desperate. But you were. You really were and you’d give anything just to feel his hands on you right now.

“S-so much,” you answered, trying your hardest to collect your thoughts for him. “Undressing me. Caressing me. Mm, you playing with my tits like you always do. Kissing them— sucking them. Biting…” you reluctantly pulled your finger from your clit and began to palm at your breasts. “Come home.”

The two words were practically begging him. You ached for him. Your entire body was burning with arousal and you needed him more than you’d ever needed anyone before.

You knew it was a stupid request; and that he couldn’t just ‘come home’. But if you could have one wish— it would be for him to be on top of you right now, smothering you with kisses and whispering dirty little words into your ears.

“M-Max?” your voice was broken as you continued curling your fingers inside of you.

His fingers were wrapped around his own length now, pumping it as he imagined you sprawled out, naked on his king-sized bed. The grey sweats and white shirt had been long discarded onto the floor.

“I’m right here baby,” he assured, gathering the beads of milky white precum and rubbing it up and down his cock. “I’m here. Why— why don’t you take my pillow and grind your pretty pussy over it hm? I know you can get off like that, you dirty girl.”

Another uncontrollable whine omitted from your lips at his light degradation. You followed his orders, knowing better than to disobey. Taking his pillow, you got on your knees and positioned it in between your legs, holding the phone to your ear as you began to thrust your hips.

You imagined it be his lap. You’d rubbed yourself over his thighs plenty of times, making a mess of his designer pants and creating stains not even the drycleaner’s could remove. His pillow still vaguely smelt of his apple scented shampoo and it only spurred you on even more.

“I bet you look so pretty right now,” Maxwell grunted. “My pretty girl. What are you?”

You squeezed your eyes shut as the pleasure rifed through your veins. “I’m your pretty girl.” you confirmed, feeling your cheeks heat up when Max chuckled.

It was a sensation overload— and you knew you wouldn’t be able to last. Maxwell knew too, judging by the way your moans picked up and became jagged. “God— Ma-Mmm—Max,” your thoughts were fuzzy and jumbled as you increased your pace. You wanted to feel something inside of you again. Your fingers or a dildo or— something, anything. But you weren’t even sure if you’d get the chance. “I’m so close,” you warned. “Gonna— gonna cum—“

“No,” Max said darkly, his voice having lowered an octave. “Roll on your back princess, and pull the pillow off you.”

You wanted to cry. You knew he always liked to play these games.

“B—but,” you choked out, wanting to finish and reach your orgasm.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

He was using that scary business voice. The one you often overheard when he was on the phone with partners or associates. Reluctantly you pulled the pillow away from your weeping cunt put it back in its place.

“O-okay,” you mused, wiping the tears that had pricked at the corner of your eyes as you changed position and got comfortable on your back, just like he’d instructed.

“I wish I was with you sweetheart, wish I could fuck your little pussy. How wet are you?”

“Very.” you replied exasperated, desperately waiting for him to let you touch yourself again.

“Show me,” Maxwell smiled wickedly. “Move the phone in between your legs and finger yourself. I want to hear you.”

You frantically followed his instruction and inserted your two fingers inside of you, pushing them deep and curling them upwards so they hit that hot, spongey sweet spot. Your legs were shaking and your back was arched over top of the satin sheets as you panted your boyfriend’s name.

Max was more than thrilled to hear the squelching wet noise that echoed throughout the comfort of yours and his shared bedroom, with every thrust and curl of your fingers. It felt good but… it just wasn’t him.

Now his own broken gasps were audible. You loved to hear him. He always got loud when he was close. That’s how you knew he was about to finish. “So— so good. Sweetest cunt in the whole fuck—fucking world. When I come home I— gonna fuck you so hard.” he promised in between shaky breaths.

Your lips curled into a grin and you arched your back as your slick dipped down the softness of your inner thighs. After all the edging and over stimulation, there was no way you were going to last. This was exactly what you wanted; Max may not have been physically there but his voice alone had always worked wonders.

“Can we— can we cum togeth—“ your request was fuzzled by the way you buried your head into your pillow, feeling a warm flush of heat race to your core.

“Yes,” Max cut you off impatiently. “Are you close?”

“Y-yeah, I don’t think I can hold it—“

“You can baby, you can. I’m going to count down from three and we’ll cum together. Okay?”

You were a screaming sweating mess at this point, and his countdown couldn’t have felt any slower. Three seconds felt like three years as you mustered all your will to obey him.

“Three, two, one—“

He didn’t even say zero. The countdown was followed by a long groan falling from his lips as his milky white seed spilt all over his fist and his tummy. His cry pushed you over the edge and you released your own climax, spasming and shaking on his side of the bed.

You curled up under his sheets, still shaky, and pulled the phone back to your ear. “Hi,” you whispered sheepishly. “That was good.” you bit down on your lip, smiling to yourself. Your own voice was a little hoarse from all the moaning and whimpering.

“Yeah,” Max agreed, smiling himself. “Are you okay?”

“I’m tired,” you admitted with a huff, relishing in his cologne scented blankets.

“Wish I was there to clean you up,” Max sighed, and for a split second, he pondered the consequences of catching the next flight home.

He always took care of you after sex, paying a meticulous amount of detail to how you acted after your moments of shared intimacy. He’d fetch you water and wipe away any mess with a warm wash cloth. Sometimes he’d even help you into some cozy pyjamas or one of his shirts.

“I can go clean myself up, don’t worry about me,” you hummed in contentment. “Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect baby,” he grinned “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

“I can let you go—“

“No,” you cut him off, clutching onto the phone not wanting him to leave. Yeah you’d missed the amazing sex but truthfully, you’d missed him the most. “Can we uhm, can we just stay here on the phone together? Fall asleep together? I— I want you to be there when you wake up.”

Max hesitated for a moment, but he didn’t see a problem with your request. In fact, he thought it was a wonderful idea.

“Yeah, of course honey,” he replied softly. “I’m gonna go wipe myself down. You should do the same.”

“O-okay,” you sniffed. “I love you. I won’t be long.”

When you returned, Max was already waiting for you. “Princess?” he called, when he heard you shuffle back into bed.

“Hiya,” you giggled, rubbing your eyes. “I’m sleepy.” you admitted, your statement followed by a yawn.

Max chuckled. “Has my girl worn herself out?”

You laughed and nodded your head. “Yeah.”

“Okay sweetheart, let’s go sleep.” Max hummed, resting the phone by his pillow and closing his eyes.

“Okay, good night Maxie.” you mused softly.

“Good night honey.” He returned, before you both fell asleep.

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[hikarimiyanaga]

Loving You (Wanda Maximoff/Reader)

Summary : The worst that could ever happen just happened to you.

You were a beta. Being an omega could’ve been better but no, God decided to fuck you up.

In a world, where Alphas and Omegas are considered the best, being a beta meant that you were just going to be an average person. Always in the middle.

People don’t look the same at you. You had potential. At the top of your classes, taking all of the AP Classes. Now, you doubt that even Colleges would consider you.

Ever since, Asami Sato has proven that even Omegas can change the world, people have been considering them as equal to Alphas… but never Betas. When has a Beta ever change the world?

So you shut up and hide from the world as you try to graduate and maybe get a job in your Family’s Company, R Firm.

But a chance encounter with a gorgeous Omega will change everything up.

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Warnings : Omegaverse. Beta!Reader x Omega!Wanda Maximoff.

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New series! After a month. College does seem to hate me that much.

You sigh as you trudge the halls of your high school. It was lunch break and almost everyone is in the cafeteria, obviously not you, though. You’ve been reading inside the library when Miss Danvers kicked you out, saying that she needs her lunch break too. You sigh and sit in front of your locker. You open up your book and begin reading.

Reading is one of the only things you could enjoy these days… you still remember the day you got your evaluation test.

-

You tremble as you stare at your test result. You were a beta. Tears spring up in your eyes but you quickly wipe them away. You could hear some people cry and some sniffle. You guess they were betas too.

“Y/LN?” You stop and turn to Janine Rivera, she was one of the juniors. A popular Omega who is in your AP English Class.

“Yes?”

“Do you want to-?” You stop and gulp. Janine cuts off herself and gets your test result. You don’t fight her because it’s better to just rip the band-aid off. She scoffs and shoves the result back to you. “Megan!” Another girl looks at Janine. “Cross off Y/LN! She’s a Beta!” She shouts and everyone quiets down. You take a deep breath and walk off. The murmurs then start. You feel tears again in your eyes and you wipe them away again.

You walk home because inside your school felt so suffocating. People were going home anyway to tell their families their evaluation result. As you stood in front of your house, you feel your stomach cave in. You’re afraid to face your parents. Your Alpha Mother would surely get angry. Even your Omega ma would look at you with disappointment. Your two Alpha sisters would get disgusted. Just imagining their reactions make you cry.

“Y/N?” Your sister, Alsie, gets out of her car and you cry even more. She quickly kneels besides you. “What’s wrong!?” You refuse to answer so she guides you inside. “Ma!?” Your Omega Mother, Dahlia rushes downstairs and gets to you.

“Y/N!? Are you okay?”

“M-ma.” You stutter and cry even more. Your other sister, Valerie, gets downstairs too and fusses over you. You faint and they panic even more.

When you came to your sense, you’re in the living room with your Alpha Mother, Zale, is hovering over you. She sighs in relief and shouts that you’re okay. She was about to leave and you bite your lip as you grab her arm.

“Mom.” You say weakly and Dahlia gives you a glass of water. You sit up and gulp it down in one go.

“What’s wrong, little one?” Zale asks gently and you try not to cry again. God, their gentle affections and kindness, will it go away once you tell them what you really are? That you’re just a Beta and not like them? Will they throw you out? Disown you? You take a deep breath and you look at them.

“I-I” You tremble and put the glass on the coffee table. “I’m a Beta.” You look down and clench your fists, waiting for their reply.

“Oh, Jesus, it was just her evaluation result.” You look up and see as your all of your family collectively sigh in relief.

“Damn it, Y/N, don’t scare us like that.”

“My little sister is a goddamn drama queen, who freaking guessed?” Zale slaps Valerie softly on her arm.

“Why were you so afraid, anak?”

“I thought you guys would get angry and disown me.” You sniffle and Dahlia quickly hushes you and hugs you.

“Y/N, little one, that doesn’t matter to us.”

“Dude, that’s like the least of our concerns.”

“Oh? What matters most then, Val?” Valerie glares at Alsie and look away. “Your potential mate, that girl call-“ Valerie screeches and attacks Alsie who dodges quickly. You laugh at their antics and everyone looks relieved at you. They hug you and you hug them back. Grateful that they accepted you.

-

You were just humming to a song that’s been stuck inside your head when someone calls out.

“Excuse me?” You look up and gulp. The girl looked stunning and words seem to be stuck in your mouth. It felt like everything around you was moving slowly.

“Y-yes?” God, human interaction was not a daily occurrence for you, people tended to avoid you like the plague in School and the house is quieter now that both Zale and Alsie are off to college. Both of your moms never push you to talk about anything and simply bonds with you through food and TV.

“Can you tell me where I would find this classroom?” She pushes the schedule onto you and you hum. You knew the school halls like the back of your hand, it was easier to navigate that way. You felt your heart beat faster as you give it back.

“Yeah. You should take a left there and it should be the fourth room on the right.” You point it out and she nods. She smiles at you and you feel your heart skip a beat.

“Thanks, stranger.” You nod.

“Wanda!” Someone calls out and you both turn to the newcomer. “You know where the classroom is?”

Yeah. Come on.” They both turn to leave and you stare after them. Wanda looks back and waves at you. You simply put your hand up in a lame attempt to reciprocate.

“Fuck.” You whisper softly and put your hand to your chest. You will yourself to calm down before resuming to read your book.

-

You yawn as you step inside the cafeteria. It’s been a week since you gave Wanda directions… a week since and you’ve been avoiding her. Every time she would wave her hand at you, you’ll turn to the other direction. Anytime she tries to call you, you would run the other way. It was hard since she’s practically a dog just begging for your attention… this is why you really prefer cats.

You get a tray and get your usual lunch. You’re not in the library since Miss Danvers apparently quitted and even though students usually man the counter, you’ve decided to eat like a normal person this day.

“Hey!” Wanda calls out and you felt your stomach drop. She was with the Avengers. They were the most popular group in school, even more than Seniors despite being Sophomores like you.

Tony and Vision Stark are smart, and people are saying that they’re going to take the world in a few years. With Stark Industries, they might as well do that.

Natasha Romanoff is the heir to the Romanoff Airlines, and she has been basically to everywhere and knows many languages.

Angel Garcia is one of the only people who seem to take every AP classes like you. She’s a smart Omega that you have no doubt will take the world in a storm. Some says she’s a power Omega to Natasha.

Pepper Potts is already showing signs of a great businesswoman and is already interning at Stark Industries. She’s the soulmate of Tony Stark.

Steve Rogers is another example of a power Omega, with his buff body and being the captain and quarterback of the football team.

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes is an Alpha who is also the ace of the Basketball team. He’s the Alpha of Steve Rogers.

Thor Odinson is an Alpha who can make girls wet their panties without doing anything but existing. He’s the heir to Mjolnir Constructions.

Sam Wilson is an Alpha who loves flying more than anything else, he’s father is a pilot at Romanoff Airlines.

You gulp and turn away from her. Walking to a smaller table with no one. You turn to look and see Wanda’s disappointed face. You sigh as you eat and take your phone out. You read fanfics as you eat your lunch.

It’s not like the Betas at the school have not invited you to eat with them but you preferred to be alone, talking to no one and be in your own world.

-

Wanda sighs and turns back to their table.

“Something wrong, младшая сестра?” Pietro asks and Wanda huffs. She gets her tray and was about to go to you when Sam grabs her arm.

“I wouldn’t go to Y/LN. She’s a Beta.” She stops at that and pulls away from him.

“So what? Is that a sin?” Natasha scoffs at Wanda.

“It means she’s a trying hard nobody.” Wanda glares at her and Natasha smiles.

“She’s still in most of the AP classes though.” Angel says and Tony scoffs.

“Only because her mom and sisters threatened to sue if they didn’t let her.”

“Jesus, what a spoiled brat.” Wanda’s eye twitches at that and she drags Pietro away from them.

“THOSE are you new friends?”

“Yeah? They’re the coolest people, Wands, trust me.”

“Coolest? They’re judging someone based on their second gender.”

“It’s the truth, though.” Wanda crosses her arms and Pietro shrugs. “Betas are just average people, Wands, don’t put too much faith in them.” Wanda huffs and looks at you but you were already gone.

-

You stretch your body before going back into your research. You’re inside the library after school and you’ve already texted your moms about being late.

“Is this seat taken?” You look up and see Wanda with a book of her own. You shake your head. “Do you mind?” You shake your head again and she sits down besides you. You were so focused on doing you research that you haven’t noticed that Wanda has been staring at you. You only notice that she hasn’t opened her book yet. You look to her and meet her eyes.

“Um?” You blush and Wanda looks away as she opens her book. “Is that The Flower Girl Wore Celery?” Wanda nods and you squeal lightly. “They have this? Where’d you find it?”

“In the literature section? There’s a whole lot of Children’s books there.” You sigh.

“Maybe after I finish this dreadful thing.”

“I’m Wanda by the way.” She holds out her hand and you take it while blushing.

“Right. I’m Y/N.” Wanda smiles at you and you gulp.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” You nod and try to focus on the research. You finally finish after an hour and you stretch your body.

“Finally done.” You say and Wanda hums. She’s already finished the Children’s book and was now reading a novel.

“Here.” She gives you the book and you smile at her.

“Thanks.” You begin reading the book.

Your phone rings just as you finish the book, you quickly answer it and it was your Mom.

“Y/N? Are you still finishing your research?”

“No. I’m already done, just going to return all the books that I’ve borrowed.”

“Okay. Your Ma is already cooking dinner.”

“Alright. I’ll finish up and go home.”

“See you later, little one.”

“Yeah. Bye, mom.” You hang up and sigh.

“You okay?” Wanda asks and you hum.

“Just a little sore.” You gather all of your things and put them into your bag.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yep. Ma’s cooking and my mom’s going to get angry if I’m not home by the time she finishes.”

“Let me help you.”

“You sure? Some of these reference books are heavy.”

“Yep.” She picks up the books that you left behind and follows you. You begin returning the books while Wanda hovers behind you. “You’ve been avoiding me.” You drop the last book in your hand and it drops on your foot. You whimper quietly and pick it up. You immediately sit and Wanda looks down you. “You okay?”

“F-fine.” You stutter and stand. You take all the remaining books from her and return them. After you return the last one you notice Wanda and blush. You look down. “Sorry.”

“For what, exactly?” She gets into your vision and you sigh.

“For avoiding you? Getting involved with me won’t do you any good.” You pick up your bag and leave the library with her.

“Why not?” You sigh.

“Because I’m a Beta. And you’re an Omega.”

“So what?” You look at her, not believing her words…

“I’m a Beta, Wanda, you’re an Omega, you should hang out with another Omega or an Alpha, not a Beta like me.” You get something from your bag and present it to her. It was a bookmark, a simple one with just words on them. “My apologies and try to read all the books written on it. They’re all pretty good.” Pietro calls out to Wanda and you both turn to him. “I have to go.” You leave her behind and Wanda sighs. She smiles as she reads the bookmark’s contents.

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A/N: I don't know how to cut off chapters now that I have no guide. Help.

Anyhows, thank you for reading and do tell me if you would like to be on the taglist for this series or future works!

I'm going to try to post chapters at least once a week or if life happens then once biweekly.

[ysljoon]

Daddy’s Favorite Student|DILF!Kim Seokjin x Reader

This fanfic has mature content so please avoid if you’re not 18+.

Warnings: Age gap (reader is 18 and Seokjin is about 45 years old), dirty talk, unprotected sex (please use protection people!), creampie, spanking, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving)

“Little girl you have to be fucking quiet if you want to continue doing this.”

You are in the current situation of fucking your project partner’s dad while your partner left to go get food for the both of you. You will never deny the fact that older men have always been much more attractive to you then boys your age. This rendezvous started when your teacher partnered you together with a boy that you weren’t even aware that he was in your class. His name was Kim Taehyung and you had to do your senior project with him to ensure that you would be walking across the stage with your diploma in the spring. 

Initially when you were planning out your project with Taehyung he suggested to do the project at his house since it was located right next to a plaza that had a craft store with extensive selections. You rolled your eyes at the suggestion because it definitely had underlying suggestions that you were not interested in. His suggestion was something that you will be forever grateful for. On the first day of working on his project you drove to his house and knocked on the door. You were slightly annoyed since you had a heavy backpack that you were itching to take off since its heavy weight was due to all the craft supplies you thought would be useful. 

You knocked again with an even heavier fist to hopefully get a response and this time the door swung open. You were instantly faced with a gorgeous man that definitely was not Taehyung. His broad shoulders had your mouth watering and you were ready to jump this man’s bones. “Oh, you must be Y/N! Taehyung told me you were coming. Sorry for his awful manners, he's in his room right now and he seems to be deaf once he’s in there.” He moved his body to the side to allow you to come inside and you ignored anything he said about Taehyung. You just wanted to stare at his plush lips all day. “I’m his father,” He stuck out his hand for you to shake it and you were in awe with how big his hand was. You knew they were perfect to manhandle your smaller frame. “You can call me Seokjin or Mr. Kim. It doesn’t matter to me I won’t give you a hard time.” He gave you a warm smile and led you to the stairs and instructed you which door was Taehyung’s. You thanked him and wished that you could spend more time with him. You knocked on the door and saw Taehyung open up with disheveled fluffy hair and wearing a white shirt and sweatpants. Definitely a lot more casual than the vintage style he sports at school.

After brainstorming and getting a rough outline of the project Taehyung was generous enough to suggest getting lunch. He originally wanted you to accompany him while he drove to the fast food restaurant of your choice, but you came up with the excuse that you’ll continue to work on the project so there will be less to do after the lunch break. He looked like he was going to try again to convince you, but he just shrugged and went downstairs to get his keys. You spied through his bedroom window to make sure he was well down the street before you proceeded to make your advances towards Mr. Kim. Just the sound of his name gives you butterflies. 

You got up from the bed and slowly started to explore the upstairs part of the house and you heard busy fingers typing behind a door and you figured it was Mr. Kim doing some work from home. You tried to suppress a grin from your impulsive thought of him fucking you against his desk and making a mess all over his office. You timidly knocked on the door and held your breath while waiting for an answer. He cracked open the door and made it wider once he saw you. “Y/N is everything okay? Where’s Taehyung?” You slipped past him into his office and he closed his door behind him. “Taehyung went to go get lunch for the both of us and I was bored so I wanted to spend some time while I was waiting!” You gave him a wide smile and he nodded at your response. “Well, I don’t think I can entertain you much since I’m doing work, but you can keep me company till Taehyung gets back.” He pulled out a chair for you to sit and you watched him type away on his desktop computer. After a couple of minutes you knew you had to speed up your plan especially if you wanted to get what you wanted before Taehyung came back. 

“Mr. Kim, do you have a wife?” He suddenly spluttered at the sudden question and looked at you from above his monitor. “U-uh no she’s out of the picture.” He tried to keep the answer as vague as possible, but that was all you needed to hear. You got up and made your way around the table and started to rub his back in an attempt to do a faux massage. You started to press your breasts against his back to really get him riled up and this did the trick. “Y/N what are you trying to do right now? I am a father not a teenage boy that does hookups. If that’s what you’re looking for then please go look somewhere else.” His words did not match his actions though and this made you smirk while you continued to rub his broad shoulders. “Mr. Kim, if you really don’t want this you can kick me out right now, but I don’t think that’s what you want.” You purred into his ear and in result he got up and wrapped his hand around your neck. His mood took a 180 and you were getting wetter and wetter by the second.

“Y/N, you better be ready to take whatever the hell I give you since you want to whore yourself out to me. I will make you feel like a fucking whore since you want to be one so bad.” He flipped you and had your body pressed up against the wall. He pulled down your leggings and you felt him already pressing up against your ass. He tapped between your thighs to indicate for you to spread them and you did it with no fight. He started to rub your cunt agonizingly slow to tease you and he let out a low chuckle. “I barely even touched you and your pussy is already so wet and sloppy for me. Christ, you really are a slut. I wonder if Taehyung knows how much of a slut you are.” You shook your head and stuck out your ass to press further against him. 

He ripped your panties off and with no warning he slipped two fingers into you with no resistance considering how turned on you are right now. “You definitely are a whore for me, you can take two of my fingers with barely any prep. I wonder if you can take more?” You nodded and this was not the answer he wanted. He removed his fingers from inside you and gave a loud slap to your ass. “Use your fucking words. If you wanna fuck a grown man you’re gonna answer me and give me the respect a grown man deserves.” “Y-yes sir. I want more of your fingers please.” He fulfilled your request and put an additional finger in your pussy and this had you screaming out in please. If he kept this up you would be cumming in no time. You were already starting to clench and Seokjin was having none of it. “You’re gonna cum on my fucking cock and that’s final.” He took out your fingers and he left you as a whimpering mess against the wall.

“Get on your knees and do what useful whores do by sucking my cock.” You obeyed and waited with baited breath. Once he pulled down his pants your mouth instantly salivated. He was so much bigger than you could’ve ever imagined and it had your whole body tingling with excitement. You took it in your mouth and instantly you knew that you couldn’t get more than half of him down your throat. Seokjin was definitely enjoying the sight of you struggling to deepthroat his dick. “Aw, poor slut can’t even take daddy’s cock. Looks like someone should go back to fucking stupid little teenage boys.” This lit a fire under your ass and you were determined to take more of his cock now. You needed to prove yourself to him. You started to gag around him trying to take more of him and this was enough to bring him close to cumming. 

He yanked your hair to remove your mouth and he slapped your cheek indicating for you to stand up. He quickly admired your tear stained cheeks and the drool dripping from the corner of your mouth. Your fantasies were coming true when Seokjin came behind you and took one of your arms to bend you across his desk. You spread your legs and felt the excitement inside you when you could feel him lining up against your pussy. In one swift motion he came close to bottoming out in your pussy and you let out a screaming moan that was out of pleasure and pain. “Little girl you have to be fucking quiet if you want to continue doing this.” You tried your best to try and quiet your moans, but he just felt so fucking good. Your pussy started to clench again and you knew the tightening in the pit of your stomach was about to pop. “Yeah, be the little fucking slut you are and cream all over daddy’s big fucking cock. You’re taking me so well baby.” His words of encouragement made you completely let go and you were arching your back from how strong your orgasm was. You knew Seokjin was also close because his thrusts were getting faster and sloppier. “Fuck your cunt feels so good wrapped around me. I bet you want me to cum in you. You wanna be filled with my fucking kids huh?” “Yes fuck please! I want your cum so bad!” This was all he needed to hear and he was dumping his cum deep inside of you and it felt so good. 

Once you put your clothes back on you heard the front door open. The timing couldn’t be anymore perfect. “Hey Y/N I’m back! Sorry it took so long. The traffic was crazy. I hope you’re hungry!” “I’m starving! Thanks again for the lunch, Tae.” You scampered out of the office and gave one last wink to Mr. Kim before you went to eat. 

Notes: I got really inspired to write a DILF fic after reading some of @taesinferno content (which is super good go check them out!). If you enjoyed what you read then please like and reblog. If you would like to support my work further you can give me a Kofi.

[atinymommy]

𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒔 ༄ 𝒋𝒉𝒔

🍼 ⇢ ˗ˏˋ — JUNG HOSEOK; j-hope

☁️. . . ⇢ happy hobi day! i'm aware that this is a new years au but let's just not talk about it ok? difnfkskdkcj✧ ೃ༄

╰┈➤ cussing; MAJOR teasing;

nipple stim; hickeys; groping;

grinding; pegging;

fingering; slight exhibitionism;

degrading; aftercare;

petnames

(a/n: die is the plural of dice, just to avoid confusion lmao nobody dies in this story wodncnsjsj)

"i hope you're ready." you teased, smirking, as you shook the two cubes in your fist before rolling them over the table. both pairs of eyes hawked over each side the die rolled onto, until it came to a stop. it was hard to miss the smile that quivered at hoseok's lips.

both of you were intoxicated. the intention was only to celebrate being roommates for a year while it was moments before the clock struck into 2021. this had started two hours ago and ended up being a lot more than just two people rejoicing in abiding under the same roof.

hoseok had started talking about this game his friends had bought him for his birthday, with the biggest flush of red marking his cheeks and ears. you've always thought he was the cutest. he was the best roommate you could've ever asked for, and honestly a really good friend too.

which is how you both had ended up on the floor, snacking on some junk food and sipping on some alcoholic beverages. tonight you two had gotten as honest and open you probably ever will. hobi told you that he didn't date much because he didn't like the pressure of being the one to take charge. you nodded, agreeing with him about how frustrating the role men have to play in relationships are. two opposites ranting over the same topic.

"okay, got ahead." hoseok giggled as he removed his sock and wiggled his toes in your face. if you weren't under the influence, you would have found this less comedic and definitely wouldn't have popped one of his toes into your mouth for a mere millisecond. "that was by far the weirdest sensation i've ever felt." his face was red with laughter.

weakly you reached for the die and strewed them over the tabletop.

the laughter died out and the both of you just stared at each other - the die engendering a thick room as either of you processed the outcome. "w-we don't have to play anymore if you don't want to..." hobi's usually stentorian voice thinning at the end of his suggestion.

possibly it was his sudden shy behaviour around you or the lack of sincerity in his voice when he spoke those words but you drew closer to him, bringing your face directly in front of his. "why? are you scared, hobi?" you taunted, observing his eyes widen and the air caught in his throat. slowly you brought your lips to his ear, whispering, "unless you want to stop..."

hoseok closed his eyes and went for it. your taunting tone mocking him into acting on his true desires in that moment. he did as the die had dared him and he began nibbling on your neck, hearing you gasp lowly in his ear motivated him. when you ran your fingers through his hair was when he began to suck harshly, causing you to tug at his roots and moan as he brought blood up to the surface.

he pulled away, needing to refill his lungs and to evaluate the marks against your skin. you, yourself, wanted to see so you looked for your phone and opened your camera. smirking, you touched the area along your pulse. "not bad for someone who didn't want to play."

you put your phone away and hobi was already throwing the dice again.

the male gasped when he read them. lick + nipples.

"i-i don't kn-ow, y/n..." the male seemed unsure and fidgety, but the hard on in his pants betrayed him.

"i'll show you mine if you show me yours?" you suggested, to which he nodded in agreement to. both of you folded your fingers under the hems of your shirts, anticipating. "one.."

"two... three." you lifted your shirt over your head, throwing the clothing item aside, and looked over to hoseok. your eyes took him in for a moment. your heart was racing at the thought of him eating up every crevice and bump on your body but, thankfully, your mind was too fogged and occupied at the moment. instinctively you reached for him, feeling his heart beat under your hands as you roamed his chest slowly, and he just gazed up at you.

you took his face in your hands, locking eyes with him and seriously informed him, "if you want to stop, tell me." he only smiled at you and lightheartedly replied with, "don't ruin my fantasy now."

this ignited you. hobi openly admitting having sexual thoughts about you made you go feral.

hastily you pulled him down onto the floor until he was under you and you brought your lips down to his collarbone,  you littered kisses along it before making your way to his buds. your hand massaged his side as you flicked over his nipple. his made him gasp.

hoseok shut his eyes and allowed you to do as you wanted with him. he lay there, whimpering when your flattened your tongue against the sensitive nub. he bit his lip when you blew cold air over the now wet area before you teasingly kitten licked the other nipple. he moaned, throwing his head back and began squirming under you. you sat up, straddling him, with a smirk. "did you like it that much?"

"too bad it's over." he heaved, trying to catch his breath again.

smiling, you got off of hobi and found your way back to the die. you rolled them once again. you could sense the boy's relief with the probability that had played out as he went back to sitting on the couch.

massage + ass.

you crawled onto hoseok's lap, placing your knees on either side of him and he cupped your ass. he lightly rubbed over your jeans, feeling unsure of himself and slightly awkward.

"c-could you take your jeans off? you can s-say no." he looked away from you, glancing to the side at a low angle. his cheeks felt numb with all the blood rushing to them.

you stood, reaching for your button and removing the bottoms. he only stared at your feet, where you kicked away the clothing, and felt too shy to see you. just his imagination was enough to build this tent in his pants, he couldn't imagine how his body would react if he could eat up every inch of you.

unfortunately for him, you weren't having it. "look at me," you scowled, folding your arms and leaned onto your hip. hesitantly he obeyed and ran his eyes over your figure. hobi couldn't help himself when the whimper left his lips and his cock twitched. "shit..." he whispered lowly to himself in awe.

you inched onto his lap again, comfortably avoiding his boner, and his hands naturally traced up your thighs.

"this is by far the most uncomfortable thing i've done this year." he mentioned as he began to knead your ass. rolling your eyes, you leaned towards him and captured his lips with yours. while running your fingers over the nape of his neck, you pushed down onto his heat. hoseok moaned into you, squeezing you harder.

he felt a tingle in his body and your movements fogged his mind. his thoughts had left him. all the knew was you.

you waited until his eyes shut to pull away. smirking, you casually walked back to the table where the die lay. hobi groaned loudly, flexing his thighs in frustration, "you are the biggest fucking tease!"

chuckling, you threw the die. butterflies fluttered in your stomach when they land on suck + thigh.

"hmmm, i'm going to enjoy this." you taunted, watching him read over the two words etched into the plastic cubes. hoseok gulped, for the tenth time in the last half-hour.

his hands trembled as he took off the last item of his outfit — only leaving him in his underwear, just as you were. he only sat there, blushing aggressively, as you oogled over him. you appreciated his sculpted legs, softer tummy and broad shoulders. "so that's what you've been hiding under there this whole time, angel?" he was taken aback by the petname. it made him even more excited.

"p-please touch me, mommy." hobi pleaded, biting his lip to hold back tears. he was so overwhelmed. he just wanted to be yours in this very moment. all he could think was you.

slowly, you crawled over to him on the floor. "since you asked so nicely, i think i might." you could see the relief on hoseok's face.

you pushed his knees apart, getting a full view of the lewd sight before you. he mewled and tried to cover himself up but you swatted his hands away. "don't hide my property from me," you snapped. "this pathetic cock is mine. you are mine." the male felt weak; just from a few words he felt as though he could cum right then and there.

he moaned when you began placing hot kisses along his inner thigh, lightly brushing your nose against his heat before moving away again. hoseok's muscles contracted under your touch while you sucked on the inner most sensitive area and he let out a throaty moan as you massaged his bulge. "ah~ yesss- t-hank you-"

you removed his boxers. his cock straightened out and met his abdomen with a light slap. hobi pulsed between his legs, and you were about to lick his flared tip when he called out, "no! wait! ah~ i-i neeeeed you. let me f-eel you mommy! p-please! i've been a good boy!" he was whiny and desperate.

this was a sight you never thought you would have seen in a million years: your roommate spread out on the couch in front of you, naked, and begging you to fuck him. you weren't complaining either.

"stay here." you demanded while you made your way into your room and scratched for your strap in your drawer. the few minutes it took for you to put it on and return, the time felt twice as long for hoseok.

you spun the male around, pushing him forward and telling him to lean onto the back of the couch. obediently he got into position, rolling his hips back to show you his puckered hole. grabbing the lube, you lathered your strap and fingers in it before slowly sliding one finger into him. he sighed in bliss, wrapping himself around you as you reached your knuckle. "m-more!" he cried out to you.

adding another finger, you began to finger him. he moaned and hunched over the furniture. "yes~ ah- it feels so good mommy." he panted.

you scissored your fingers until you felt him stretched enough. he whimpered with how empty he felt without your fingers. it wasn't long until you eased your strap into his tight hole.

hoseok arched his back and curled his toes as he swallowed you up. you snapped your hips into him suddenly, resulting in the the loudest and most unholy sound to emit from hobi. his whole body fell forward as you pounded into him. he had to hold onto the couch as you railed him.

you felt sympathetic towards your neighbours since the walls weren't soundproof at all but that didn't bother hoseok. his moans filled the whole floor probably.

your nails dug into his hips as you pulled him back while your hips rocked forward. hobi felt so wonderfully out out control as he surrendered his body to you — to use, love and bruise.

out of the blue, his phone buzzed as namjoon's caller id popped up. smirking, you passed it to him without losing your pace and dared him, "you should answer it."

"y-you're lit-erally fucking railing m-me! no!"

"be a good boy and try not to let him know what a slut you are." you sneaked over his shoulder and tapped the answer button. alarmed, hoseok put the phone to his ear, trying to keep his breathing far from suspicion. he bit his lip in an attempt to hold back his moans.

"hello?"

"hey! look, the clock is about to turn into the new year and i just wanted to say i love you man..." hobi tried his best to focus but his body betrayed him as a knot began to form in his stomach. he wasn't listening to his friend anymore. he shut his eyes as his high approached, and moaned softly enough for it to not be picked up on the phone.

"i- i- fuck!" hobi tried to talk to him but his thighs were trembling as you continued to hammer his prostate. he unexpectedly moaned the loudest he had that evening, as his cock spewed all over the couch. "mommy!"

you leaned over and whispered into his ear. "you couldn't help but let everyone know who's fucking you this good, could you, kitten? couldn't even ask for permission?" he whined in reply, too weak to answer you.

"hello? j-hope are you okay? hey!" you snatched the phone from the lump of a man hobi had been turned into and pulled out of him gently as you walked away. "hey joon, hoseok isn't feeling too well. he had too much to drink. sorry about that."

"oh okay, i'll call again tomorrow. i mean later." you glanced at the clock and it was true. hoseok came into the new year.

(a/n: don't come for me😭😭😭😭 that was an impeccable joke right there🤡😎)

"alright then, happy new year joons." you greeted.

"happy new year, 'mommy'." he teased before hanging up.

immediately you rushed to hoseok who was still in the same position you left him and carried him into his room. "shhh you did so good. i'm so proud to have an angel like you. what did i do to deserve you, hm? i didn't mean it when i called you those names. you mean so much to me."

hobi smiled at you, half asleep, and whined for you to cuddle him. and you did just that.