#ty for helping me Rosie

[tex-now]

I love my frands....

[tiberius-kirks]

✄, ✎ for the fic writing asks?

✄ what’s your editing process?

this has really transformed over the years, but usually what I end up doing is making comments alongside my work as I write, then collating those into something useful and eventually entirely rewriting the work. it is deeply unfortunate that I firmly believe the only way to truly revise is to rewrite but you simply can't get past surface-level edits without rewriting!

✎ how do you think readers would guess a fic was yours if you posted anonymously?

ooh a tough one! I think my style of kind of prolonged, comma-heavy sentences when characters are experiencing an emotion would point to me, especially when combined with my inability to not describe the weather in almost every single scene

fic ask meme!

[mischievousmoony]

I’m blushing so hard at frat boy James!! What about the first time she comes over and meets the guys outside a party

hope i've done your idea justice! ty for requesting

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⟢ frat boy!james potter x fem!reader ⊹ 1.9k ⟢ warnings/tags: references to drinking, technically american!james potter and american!marauders

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"It'll just take a minute," James promises. "We'll be in and out."

With his hand in yours, he leads you through the door, passing under the large Greek letters as you cross the threshold.

You have been seeing James for a month and a half. You never thought you'd be interested in a frat guy—you've never even step foot in one of their houses until now—but James has proven to be the opposite of what you thought a frat guy would be like.

James is a total sweetheart. Possibly the most thoughtful and genuine guy you've ever dated. He makes you feel special, always remembering the little things like your favorite flower or your drink orders at all your favorite places. He's attentive without ever being overbearing. But honestly, you don't think you could see him that way if you tried, always loving every bit of attention he gives you.

Today, he's taking you on a study date. He remembered that you were complaining about an upcoming exam in a class he's already taken, so he's grabbing his old notes and sitting you down in a quiet corner of the library so that he can help you study.

James would already have you set up in the library on the coziest chair with your favorite hot drink from the cafe if he didn't forget his old notebook in his room—which he felt rather sheepish about leaving behind.

So, here you are. James asked if you wanted to wait in the car, but you were curious to see the inside of one of these things. You half expected to see solo cups littering the floor, a pong table in place of a coffee table, and maybe even a few hungover frat guys strewn about the living room still sobering up from last nights antics.

You were a little surprised to find out that it was rather clean. You know from James that there was indeed a party here last night, but apparently they clean up nicely.

Although, you’re right about there being a pong table. But it is folded up and leaning against a wall for future use.

James guides you towards the stairs, but before he can even mount the first step someone appears in the foyer from a hall that you can see leads to the kitchen.

"Jamesie! Back so soon?" the boy cheers when his eyes land on his friend first. His eyes dart to you a second later, and something like recognition flashes in his expression. "Is this who I think it is?"

The boy has long, black hair that cascades just to his shoulders in soft waves, the kind that look effortless but too perfect to not be styled in some way. He stares at you with piercing blue eyes, making you feel oddly self-conscious, which might also have to do with the big smirk on his lips.

James squeezes your hand, sensing your nerves, but he'd bet money that they pale in comparison to his own. He's been nervous about bringing you around here. It doesn't have anything to do with you, or them (well, maybe he's a little worried they'll scare you off). You're really important to him, and so are they, and he's been putting a lot of pressure on introducing you to them. So, this unplanned visit has his palms sweating, which he's hoping you haven't noticed.

"Sirius," James greets his friend. "Yeah, this is Y/N."

Your eyes widen a fraction when Sirius immediately steps forward, taking your free hand to press a kiss to the back of your knuckles. "Hi, sweetheart, I've heard a lot about you. Truly, a lot. James has talked my ear off about you so I really feel like I'm meeting an old friend. I'm Sirius."

You feel heat rise to your cheeks but you're not alone, as James' own face turns rosy as he mutters a scolding "dude!" at his friend.

"Don't tell me you were just gonna sneak in without so much as a proper introduction." Sirius places a hand over his heart, a dramatic look of utter disbelief painting his face.

"We're just stopping by to get my notes. We have a very important study sesh to get to, didn't want to delay us too much," James explains, rocking back and forth on his heels.

"I promise it'll only be a short detour then. Pete and Remus are the only ones here anyway," Sirius says. His eyes dart to you again, something mischievous swimming within them. "We've all been dying to meet the girl that has our James so smitten. I mean, he's been going on and on and on. It's nice to finally have a pretty face to the name."

At Sirius’ words, you can’t help but crack a smirk as you peer up at James.

“Don’t look at me like that,” James murmurs, now rubbing his thumb across your knuckles the way he does when he gets anxious. James is sure the tips of his ears are bright red. Sirius will go to no end to embarrass him, but despite the fact that his heart might jump out of his chest at any second, James really only cares how you feel about the situation. James tilts his head toward you, lowering his voice to ask, "Are you up for meeting some of the guys?"

"Yeah," you say with a warm smile. "I'd love to meet your friends." And you really would. James talks a lot about them, too. Always reciting some story about all the shenanigans they've gotten into over the years.

You've been able to tell he's been overthinking bringing you to meet them. You get it—you're secure in James' feelings for you, so you know it's nothing personal. Plus, you were really nervous when James met your friends. To be honest, even though they were jokes, you're friends have made digs at frat guys before because of the stigma. You really wanted James and your friends to like each other, and thankfully, they really do and you had nothing to be worried about.

You hope that meeting his friends will have the same outcome and ease some of James' worries.

Sirius provides a generous introduction as you enter the kitchen. "Boys, it seems we have a very special guest in our midst this morning."

There are two guys sitting on kitchen stools who swivel around to greet you.

There's a lanky boy with mousy brown hair whose eyes dart back and forth between you and James before he directs a kind smile in your direction.

The other boy spins around mid-spoonful of a bowl of cereal. He abandons the utensil in his mouth to wave at you, his other hand occupied by the bowl resting in his palm.

Your eyes trail around the kitchen as James introduces you to them. It's rather large, as it would have to be to accommodate the large number of guys you assume live here.

You've also discovered the mess you thought you'd be stepping into. It seems that all of the discarded solo cups and beer cans have already been shoveled into a few trash bags, which are just about ready to burst at the seams as they wait by the back door to be taken out.

"I'm Peter," the boy with the cereal pipes up after returning his spoon to his bowl.

"Remus," the tall one introduces himself. "It's nice to meet you."

"You too," you say. "You know, I've never been in a frat house before. I take it you all live here?"

Remus is the only one who shakes his head. "Not a brother," he clarifies. "Just unlucky enough to have them as my best friends."

"Oh, you know you'd be lost without us," Sirius says, rolling his eyes playfully. "And it's not a frat house, it's a frat home," Sirius says very earnestly. Too add to his dramatics, he pulls Peter into a hug (which nearly makes him fall off his stool) and raps his fist against his back as he pretends to get emotional.

Peter's laughing as he shoves, Sirius off. "Alright, man," he says, swatting Sirius' hand away as he ruffles his hair.

"Sirius had beer for breakfast," Remus informs you to excuse Sirius' behavior.

"Hey, I only had two and I know you're not suggesting I'm a lightweight," Sirius points at Remus accusingly. "Anyway, I was just telling Y/N how often Jamesie muses about her."

Remus clicks his tongue, shaking his head. "Don't tease him too badly, Sirius.”

"It's not like it's not true," Peter shrugs, earning himself a glare from James.

You look up at James. His cheeks have deepened a few shades now as he glowers at Peter. You give his hand a squeeze to attract his attention, the expression on his face immediately softening when he looks at you.

“I think it’s sweet,” you say, encouraging a smile onto James’ lips. He drops your hand, only to wrap his arm around your shoulder and pull you into his side. You nuzzle your nose against his shoulder, looking at him with expectant eyes. He knows what you’re asking for, and would rather hand his friends more ammo to tease him with than deny you, so he gladly plants a tender kiss to the top of your head.

“You two are sickening.” Sirius leans over the counter, propping his chin up with his hand as he sighs dramatically. “It’s adorable,” he adds.

“Wrapped around her finger, are ya?” Peter joins in on the teasing.

James keeps his eyes on you as he responds. “You bet I am.”

You tear your eyes away from James’ sweet gaze to address his smirking friends. “You know, I've heard a lot about you guys too," you say.

Sirius lights up with intrigue. "Oh, do tell."

"Well, Peter must be the guy to go to if you want to have a laugh. Every time James asks ‘Wanna hear a story Peter told me’ I know I’m gonna have to sit through several fits of laughter before he gets to the end of it," you say, nudging James with your elbow who nods along to confirm your story.

Peter puffs up his chest, proud to be known as the funny one.

"Remus," you continue, "I should've known you weren't a brother. James always tells me about how they drag you into things that you have to get them out of. If he hasn't told you before, he's very thankful for you. And Sirius. I think I've heard the most interesting stories about you."

"This should be good," Sirius says, a cocky grin on his face. "I've given James a whole catalog of legendary stories to tell about me."

"My favorite is the one that started with you trying to impress a girl by jumping into the pool from the roof and ended with you in the bushes after you tripped on the gutter,” you say, an air of sweetness in your tone and a smile on your lips.

The confident smirk drops from Sirius’ face and James snorts a laugh beside you. Peter cracks up, and even Remus snickers at the look on Sirius’ face.

"I think you’ve just won over Sirius," Remus says, watching as his grin returns.

“You got me, I can appreciate that,” Sirius says. “Why have you been hiding her from us for so long, James? I like her.”

"Yeah, I like her too,” James replies, squeezing you a little closer into his side. He doesn't bother trying to hide the broad grin overtaking his features. As he looks down at your giggling face, he can't remember what he was so nervous about.

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[goldsainz]

# CS55 — MORNING CHAOS !

MASTERLIST !

REQUEST !

001. SUMMARY !

✯ mornings are never calm with a toddler in the house.

002. WARNINGS !

✯ pure fluff.

003. NOTE !

✯ i am heavily pushing my boy dad carlos agenda. requests are open so if you’d like to read more things like this with carlos or other drivers, now’s the time to request!

word count : 515

The early sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the cozy bedroom. Carlos stirred first, instinctively reaching out for you. His arm found your waist, pulling you closer as he nuzzled into your neck, his morning stubble brushing your skin.

“Buenos días, mi amor,” he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.

Before you could respond, a high-pitched giggle echoed from the baby monitor on the nightstand.

“¡Papá! ¡Mamá!” Your son whined, “Wake up!”

Carlos groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Tomás is up,” he muttered, though the smile tugging at his lips betrayed his feigned annoyance.

“Your son,” you teased, rolling out of bed.

Carlos smirked, throwing the covers off. “He only becomes my son when he’s waking us up at seven on a Sunday?”

The two of you made your way to Tomás’ room, the sight inside melting both of your hearts. Your two-year-old was standing in his crib, his brown curls tousled and his cheeks rosy. He grinned at the sight of you and Carlos, bouncing on his tiny feet.

“Mamá, Papá, look!” he exclaimed, holding up a stuffed lion. “Leo woke up, too!”

Carlos chuckled, scooping Tomás into his arms. “Leo woke up, huh? Did he have sweet dreams?”

Tomás nodded enthusiastically, wrapping his small arms around Carlos’ neck. “¡Sí! He dreamed about racing cars like Papá!”

You laughed as Carlos’ chest puffed up in pride. “Ah, a future champion, just like me.”

“Let’s see if this future champion wants breakfast,” you said, ruffling Tomás’ curls.

In the kitchen, the usual morning chaos began. Carlos balanced Tomás on his hip while trying to pour coffee, resulting in a near spill. “Careful, Carlos!" you called, setting out Tomás a plate of scrambled eggs and fruit.

“Daddy’s silly,” Tomás giggled, pointing at the coffee dripping down the counter.

Carlos grinned, wiping the mess with a towel. “Silly, huh? Says the boy who tried to feed Leo cereal yesterday.”

Tomás pouted. “Leo was hungry!”

You stifled a laugh, exchanging a look with Carlos. His brown eyes sparkled with amusement, the corners crinkling as he smiled at you.

After breakfast, Carlos helped Tomás with his shoes while you cleaned up. The sight of them together—Carlos kneeling on the floor, patiently tying Tomás’s tiny sneakers while the toddler chattered away—filled your heart with warmth.

“Papá, can we go vroom-vroom outside?” Tomás asked, mimicking the sound of a race car.

Carlos grinned, lifting Tomás into the air. “Of course, campeón. Let’s race in the garden.”

As they headed to the backyard, you grabbed your coffee and leaned against the doorframe, watching them play. Carlos chased Tomás around the garden, both of them laughing uncontrollably.

In moments like these, life felt perfect. Your little family, full of love and joy, was everything you’d ever dreamed of.

“Te amo,” Carlos called out, catching your eye as he swung Tomás into his arms.

“I love you too,” you replied softly, your heart full.

And as Tomás’ laughter rang out, you couldn’t help but think that mornings like these were the best kind of chaos.

[sleepynoons]

jing yuan x f!reader, nsfw, 18+, not beta read

cw: nudity, suggestive content

notes: pls lmk if i'm missing any tags or warnings. anyway, nothing explicit this time, experimenting more w/ pieces that heavily focus on sexual tension + build-up. anyway x2, not sure how to describe the setting of this piece. still uses some hrs concepts like aeons. jing yuan is rich, the reader is his maid, and both use more formal language. this was a fun exercise!

THERE ARE a lot of rumors surrounding your master. you hear them when you go grocery shopping, visit the tailor, pick up the dry cleaning, drop off lunches at the front desk on days that he’s busy. some of them are about you – who are you? his wife? mistress? there’s no way you’re just a friend, right?

you’re trained to maintain a stoic facade, but inside, you can’t help but be entertained. you are none of those things, and one can only dream of sharing such a bond with him. you’re content with simply being his maid – you mustn’t tread closer.

on a wooden tray, you neatly arrange a cup of chamomile tea, another cup of warm, honeyed milk, and a folded newspaper of today’s news. before you leave the kitchen, though, you make sure to drop a few treats into a feeding bowl and rub at mimi’s stomach, your master’s beloved dog.

“your father needs some time alone,” you say to the animal. seemingly able to understand your words, mimi’s ears droop at a slight angle and she licks at your fingertips, seeking consolation. “he’ll be out soon, i promise.”

you get back up, wash your hands, and pick up the tray, heading over to your master’s bathroom.

from the hallway, you can hear the sound of water splashing and sloshing. if you strain a bit more, you can arguably make out some humming, nonsensical and haphazard in melody. when you reach the door, you hear submerging, and you know you’re right on time.

you knock on the door twice. “master, may i come in?”

you hear a faint noise of affirmation, no doubt muffled by the wall, and carefully enter without spilling the contents of the tray.

you’re greeted with a dazzling smile and glimmering droplets of soap and water slipping down naked skin.

your master greets you, fine smile lines outlining his rosy lips and delicate nose. “how many times have i told you that just my name will suffice?”

“master jing yuan,” you say as you place his drinks and paper on a designated drawer beside the tub, “how many times have i told you that you shouldn’t ask me to join you when you’re in the bathroom?”

“but who else can help me with my unruly mane of silver?” he pouts, tone feigning innocence.

“your hair isn’t unruly.”

“did you not call it that last time?”

you click your tongue. your master chuckles and turns away from you to face the other end of the tub. you grab a stool, hand him his newspaper, and take your place behind him. with a brush in hand, you unravel the red ribbon tying his hair and, with quick, gentle strokes, run the brush through the thick layers. you didn’t mean to call his hair unruly before, but you think there’s quite a bit of truth to it anyway. you also note that his hair has gotten quite long.

“master jing yuan, perhaps it’s time for a trim?” you suggest.

your master hums and leans back so that your hands can reach the crown of his head. “you are right. i shall leave it to you, then?”

shaking your head, you respond, “you really ought to get it done at a professional salon. i can only do so much.”

“you are a woman of many talents. i am sure you will do just fine,” he reassures. you huff in protest.

as your master’s only taking a soak today, you plait his hair into a thick braid before tying it up into a bun. you hand him his cup of tea, which is no longer scalding, and stand up to leave.

“oh!” he suddenly exclaims. “i seem to have forgotten my bathrobe.” he looks up at you expectantly, and you nod in understanding.

“i’ll go grab it. i’ll be right back.” you bow quickly before closing the door behind you on the way out and heading towards the laundry room.

you take your time. really, you needed an excuse to leave the bathroom. you’re glad that your master’s such a big fan of bath bombs, or else you’d see everything… you pat harshly at your warm cheeks to break free from your reverie. don’t tread any closer. you’re behaving like a schoolgirl experiencing her first love, and you can only groan internally at yourself. but you can’t blame yourself either – anyone would fall in love with your master if they know him the way you do. he’s so irresistible, and having been his maid for so long has only enabled you to witness more of his charisma and charm. you sigh, sitting on the floor in front of the dryer as you wait for it to de-wrinkle your master’s robe.

you return ten minutes later, both for your own wellbeing and to also give your master some time to himself.

“master jing yuan, i’m back. may i come in?”

instead of a reply, though, the door cracks open, and your master, wearing nothing but a towel tied loosely around his hips, appears before you. you yelp and rush to cover your eyes. he simply laughs at your antics before grabbing you by the arm and leading you into the bathroom.

“what – what are you –“

“i hurt my arm today, so i will need your help putting my robe on. it is quite heavy, after all.”

you don’t know where to look. you certainly can’t look at the bathroom mirror that covers the top-half of one wall or the marble on the other that shines and reflects so clearly. you opt to close your eyes and hold the robe up by the collar.

“this is hardly appropriate,” you mutter, embarrassment and nervousness coloring your tone. as a result, you try to distract yourself with another subject. “besides, couldn’t you have told me earlier? i would’ve prepared something in advance had i known.”

“i just noticed the bruise as well. seems i was a little careless today.” he then chuckles – at himself or you, you’re not sure.

you remark, “you? careless? that hardly goes together.”

your master lets you know that he’s put on his sleeves, so you step away, eyes still closed. 

immediately, he hums with obvious disapproval. “hm? why are you backing away?”

you sputter, “m-master jing yuan, i should not be here! if you could just – i don’t know – turn around or something, i can –“

“i have turned around.”

you sigh in relief, happy that he’s obedient for once. your master is often relentless in his teasing and tricks, and you’re grateful that he’s granting you mercy in this moment. so you open your eyes, ready to find your way to the door –

your master is standing dangerously close, so that you’re eye-to-eye with him. from this view, you can also see that his chest is barely covered, knot slowly slipping undone.

“master!” you gasp. the proximity, the surprise, the challenging look in his eyes – they’re all driving you mad.

he clears his throat. “jing yuan.”

“master jing yuan.”

“jing yuan.”

“oh, for aeons’ sake, jing yuan! you’re not wearing your robe properly!”

jing yuan gloats. he then says in a low, low whisper, “my hands have cramped up. can you do it for me instead?” he speaks directly into your ears, and you want to scream.

shaking, you stretch out your trembling hands and take the ends of the belt. you can feel jing yuan’s hot breaths fanning your cheek, and you can even smell the faint trace of lavender from the bath bomb. your fingers are too clumsy, though, and you fail multiple times in properly tying the belt. after a few more fruitless attempts, jing yuan reaches down, softly grabbing your hands, and gently guides them.

“and… like this,” he breathes. even when you’ve secured the knot, though, he doesn’t let go.

don’t tread any closer. “j-jing yuan,” you whimper. “please…”

his hands inch up, gliding from your palms to your forearms to your elbows. he does it so slowly, so seductively, so intentionally. he tugs you impossibly a little closer, and now you can feel the heat of his chest through your uniform. then, jing yuan rests his head on your shoulders, and his lips ghost the sensitive skin of your neck, causing you to shiver and shudder at the sensation. the two of you just stand there, him taking deep breaths, you holding yours.

finally, after a few minutes, jing yuan breaks the silence. “i can no longer employ you, my dearest.”

you feel faint. you’re never escaping the gossip now.

[buniwrite]

HENLOO HELOO!! ૮(˶˃ᆺ˂˶)

Happy Valentine’s Day single or not:333 if you don’t mind.. could u do headcanons of various blue lock characters with a reader shopping for makeup? I saw a reel on Instagram with a dog and red lipstick stains on its face oh mwaaa gawddd we need to kiss the blue lock boys on their face to see which shades will look the best on him!! (And then get told to leave the store hopefully nott!) since Valentine’s Day is here most stores have a Valentine’s Day discount why not indulge in it!!

Thankyouuu in advance if you make this!!!

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a/n: haihaiii ᑦ꒰ • ༝ • ྀྀི꒱ᐣ happy valentine's day !! this is super cute !!!! i hope it meets ur expectations hehe <3 ty for requesting anon !

makeup shopping with blue lock !!

taking your partner makeup shopping with you on Valentine's day and being all lovey dovey when you get home !

notes: i did what i could euuu :c idk if it came off too well but i hope you like it !!

words: around 700 !

various blue lock characters x femenine! reader

the weather was perfect, and the ambience of love and sweetness filled the air. it was valentine's day. the streets weren't too busy, but you could still see people walking around with chocolates and presents in their hands, wrapped in passionate reds, making their way to their loved ones.

you were walking hand in hand with him, a smile plastered on your face as you made your way to your favorite makeup store. he watched in amusement as your pace got quicker and quicker the nearer the store got. he had woken you up with breakfast in bed and loving touches, telling you about all he had planned for the day, including a fancy dinner at your favorite restaurant. with that as an excuse, as well as the big discounts the special day had brought to the stores, you asked him to accompany you to go makeup shopping for tonight, and he agreed with a smile.

as you made your way into the store, you dragged him with you to your favorite brand, seeing as they had released a new collection of glossy tints. letting out an excited noise, you started looking at the available colors, picking your favorites.

"hmm, let's see," you whispered as you lifted the colored tube near his face.

"what are you doing, love?" he asked, confused, as you held up the different tubes to his face.

"testing which one will look good on your face, obviously," you answered, still keeping a serious face, and he had to hold back a laugh at your cuteness.

"alright then, let me help you," he played along and lifted one of his hands toward you so you could swatch all the colors you had selected on his skin.

after a few walks around the store, you got all you wanted to get, going to the cashier and watching him hold you back from getting your wallet so he could pay for you, resulting in a peck on his cheek as you walked out and started your way back home.

some hours had passed since you made it home, and you decided to test your new makeup before getting ready for dinner. taking out the tints you had picked up, you gently applied the first color on your lips before calling for him.

"you called, pretty?" he softly said as he opened the door to your shared bedroom.

"mhm! i need you to sit over here," you answered excitedly as you pointed to your dressing table. he quickly followed and sat, staring at you from the mirror, waiting for your next move.

he watched as you sat in his lap, facing his way and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, instinctively closing his eyes. your face leaned towards his as you pressed a peck onto his cheek, pulling away as you stared at the new rosy mark that shined on his soft skin. his eyes followed you as you wiped off your lips and applied a new color, leaning down again to kiss his face. soon, after many giggles, his face was covered by the shape of your lips in different shades.

"let's see which one is your color!" you stated as you pulled back a little to look at his face in detail, analyzing every little mark and trying to select which one complemented his skin tone best. while you observed, he looked at himself in the mirror and smiled like a fool.

"i think you missed a spot, darling," he chuckled and turned to meet your gaze.

every part of his face and neck was covered in pretty shades; however, you noticed his lips had remained untouched the whole time.

"oh, i guess i did," you answered with a cheeky smile and leaned down into him as he settled a hand on your back to pull you closer, making your chests collide and your hearts beat along with each other's.

your faces angled as your soft lips finally met his, fitting perfectly and moving in sync. you kissed endlessly, too enchanted by each other to let go. you finally parted with quick breaths, your hands on his chest and his hands going down your back to hold you steady.

you smiled at him with hearts in your eyes as you stared at his now messy pink lips that matched the flush in his cheeks.

"i think i found my favorite one."

characters: ISAGI YOICHI, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, YUKIMIYA KENYU !, mikage reo, nanase nijiro :3, kurona ranze, RIN ITOSHI, sae itoshi, ikki niko, hirori yo ^^, sendou shuto, alexis ness + your fav !

thank you for reading ♡ happy valentine's

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[junimosity]

hi can i request a jealous harvey fic?? with make up smut at the end?? ty!!!

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pairing: Harvey x AFAB!Reader

summary: at the annual flower dance, harvey misses the opportunity to ask you for a spin. although jealous, his envy is polite, and the two of you have to entangle in a dance of your own in order for him to come clean about just how pissed he really was.

w.c.: 5.2k

warnings: 18+ (MDNI), jealous harvey (i just couldn't make him an asshole i'm so sorry hes so soft), heated confessions, pining, fluff, smut, a little pinch of angst, mentions of alcohol, implied elliottxleah, also huge sorry to my elliott lovers (i love him too pls don't come for me), m recieving oral, fingering, creampie (per usual), unprotected sex (don't!)

authors note: thank you guys for the patience over the last month. i'm finally settled in enough to take some time to write. getting to these requests with much glee!

dividers by @strangergraphics

The intoxicating smell of fresh pollen rendered the riesling in Harvey’s grasp near useless. He stood at the edge of the meadow, eyeing his community for any signs of seasonal allergies, a little hum of anxiety bubbling amidst his pulse. He tapped his wine glass at the pace, hoping to decrease his heart rate at least a little before the annual Flower Dance began. He didn’t want you to think-

He cut himself off mid-thought, rubbing his other hand over his mustache as he realized he was getting far ahead of himself. You couldn’t possibly think a thing about him or his dancing if he hadn’t even asked you yet. On that note, he hadn’t even seen you arrive. The dance was looming, and he was beginning to lose hope that you’d even show up, even though the two of you had chatted about mutual excitement surrounding the festival just days before. He’d been looking forward to the event ever since - If you could take his breath away on a grocery run, then your elegance today would be beyond his imagination. 

“Busted the bowtie out, huh?” your calm voice sent him flying an inch, clutching at his chest as he nearly spilt his wine. You couldn’t help but laugh as he turned to you, his posture straightening back up after the fright. 

What a sight you were. 

Hair styled beautifully, clearly a little frazzled by the humidity from the walk over. It suited the boisterous flower crown that adorned your head, freshly harvested blooms casting a soft shadow over your glittering eyes, squinted slightly from your smiling cheeks. Your lips; he had to cast his gaze away for a moment, lest he linger too long on their apt rosiness. Drifting downwards, the glow of your white dress in the midday sun nearly blinded his soul, the gentle pleats draping over you so perfectly. He could feel his cheeks reddening, bringing his wine glass up for a sip before pointing a finger from its rim. 

“Did you… come from the woods?” he gestured to the shadows behind you, deciduous branches darkening shortly beyond the meadow. 

“A little shortcut from my property to here. Oh, where’d you get that?” You gestured to the wine in his hand, making him realize the sheer amount of sweat condensating against the glass. 

“Would you like a glass?” He quickly asked, gesturing towards the mini bar that Gus was manning. 

“I’d love one, thanks!” You smiled, signaling Harvey to scuttle to the small bar. It was just minutes before the dance was scheduled, and with any luck, he’d be able to spend that time building up the courage to finally ask you. 

“Another glass, please,” Harvey asked Gus politely, holding his own tightly to his chest. 

“Already? Y’ain’t even finished your first,” Gus laughed. 

“Oh no, not for me, for-” Harvey turned his body to gesture towards you, but choked as he saw your attention focused elsewhere. 

Elliott stood - no, knelt in front of you, placing a kiss to the top of your hand. Harvey’s wine spilled over the glass as he stared at the scene blankly, mirroring the shocked expression that was on your own face. His palpitating heart ceased for a moment in anticipation of what you were to respond with.

“That’s… that’s rough, buddy.” Gus sighed out, reaching over to grab the emptied glass from Harvey’s limp grip. “Take another on the house.” 

“Gladly,” Harvey murmured, turning back to the saloon owner as you nodded to Elliott in his periphery. “Need a hand with the bar? Looks like my afternoon’s just cleared up.”

--

Your cheeks flushed with a sharp heat against the chilly spring breeze, lungs a little worn from the twirling and frolicking of the last few hours. The sun threatened to set beyond the treeline to the west, your breathing heavy as the final dance of the event came to a close. You hadn’t spent much time with Elliott before today, mostly in passing at the library or the beach. Your lifestyles didn’t overlap greatly, making it quite the surprise to find him on his knees asking you for a dance with the elegant jargon of a romance novel from the 19th century. 

You’d always craved a moment just like it, sudden passion with a hint of one’s obsession over you, but finding that moment in a near stranger made it significantly less gratifying than you’d pictured. Novelty aside, Elliott’s beautifully manicured hands made you extremely self conscious as you danced, a bit of the dirt from your last harvest unable to be washed from the fine lines of your fingers. He didn’t seem to notice your hands, though, or anything else for that matter, as his head was largely in the clouds, swirling you around like you were nothing more than a figment of his imagination. Endearing at first, but rather pompous by the last dance. No need to worry about stepping on his toes when you were almost always being flung through the air. 

After giving a generous bow, Elliott pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand once again, your chest falling and rising greatly. His charming focus broke away from you within a moment, letting you finally catch a breath as Elliott found Leah.

“Excellent moves, my friend!” He began, trailing off to the side of the meadow. 

You breathed out, taking a moment to readjust your flower crown and wipe a bead of sweat from beneath it before searching the perimeter for Gus’s mini bar. You waltzed over, the evening air settling your sweat down with a cold touch. 

“Two waters, please,” you near panted, leaning an arm against the pop-up table. 

“Do you just want a bottle instead?” Gus asked, hesitating with the two plastic cups in his hands. 

“No, no, one cup for me and another for, uh,” You turned around, searching for Elliott where you last saw him, only to be met with a near empty meadow, just a few of the older locals sticking around and beginning to clean up. “Well, just one cup I guess.”

Gus’s mustache twitched upwards with a silent chuckle, from what, you didn’t have the slightest idea, but whatever got you a sip of water was welcomed. 

“Need a hand striking?” you asked after downing the small glass, fiddling with it as you walked a few steps over to the trash can. 

“I’m sure anyone would appreciate the help. Harvey’s been lending me a hand, how about you see if Pierre or Marnie could use one too?”

“Of course,” you nodded at him, finding Pierre messing around with his easy up tent unsuccessfully. 

You silently helped around here and there, making sure Pierre’s goods were neatly packed away and the meadow was free of any decor, flowers and wreaths thrown to the chickens and cattle at Marnie’s ranch on the way back to town. At the intersection of her place, your farm, and the final stretch into town, the last folks bid their goodbyes to one another. Mayor Lewis stopped to chat with Marnie a little as you waved off Pierre and Caroline, eyes catching on the little cabin to your south. Warmly lit windows revealed Elliott and Leah laughing together inside, releasing a sad little smile on your lips. 

“Alrighty, Doc, I can handle it from here,” Gus’s voice carried over to you. You turned to see him and Harvey shaking hands firmly, the latter’s eyes catching yours for a brief moment. You turned back to the cabin, smile falling at the glow. 

“Get home safe, Gus.”

“Will do. You make sure she does, as well,” your eyes widened as you suddenly entered the conversation, yet you continued to face south, gaze finding itself along the river. 

The sound of Gus’s hand cart disappeared as the rush of water took over, until a few footsteps approached you. 

“Did you enjoy today as much as you hoped?” Harvey asked, joining you as you stared at the reflection of a periwinkle dusk over the water. 

“I had some fun, yes. What about you?” You gently responded, eager to switch it back to him. 

“I mainly helped Gus out at the bar. Thirsty folks today.”

“Is that so?” you asked, feeling the conversation drop off as if it fell into the riverbed. 

“Yeah…” Harvey let the energy plummet, the sounds of late spring joining in on the river’s chorus. 

Your chest rose and fell again, disappointment fuelling the almost dramatic exhale. 

“Looks like neither of us had the festival experience we hoped for.”

Harvey’s head fell forward a little, trying to get a look at your expression, but your face was craned too far towards the river for him to get a read. 

In his perspective, although you were being rather thrown around instead of waltzing, you were having a textbook time of your life. To hear otherwise not only shocked him, but a little ember of upset flickered inside his chest. 

“It’s getting late. Can I walk you home?” he asked gently, almost too soft for you to hear. Your head was elsewhere, but you nodded, turning towards the woodland path that led to your home. Harvey looked back to where you stood a moment before, quickly scanning the surroundings until he saw what clearly set you off- Elliott in clear view, Leah not far off, probably the thought of you long forgotten. Harvey shook his head with a bit of uncharacteristic rage, attempting to chill out as he sped walk to catch up with your melancholic gait. 

Twigs crunched beneath your feet, your blundstone boots being the only shoes you had that could handle a dance in the dewy meadow. They were tattered from their multi-purpose usage, work boots and casual outings alike, unlike Elliott’s freshly polished leather loafers. 

You sighed as you watched your step, the foolish memory of being swept off your feet feeling childish. 

Harvey stayed silent beside you, not unusual for him as you’d come to learn, but there was a thick tension in the air that was usually absent from your interactions. You took a moment away from your self pity to look up at him, finding a sharp line between his brows, furrowed with a foreign frustration. 

“Is everything alright, Harvey?” You asked gently, coming out of your self-concerned stupor. 

“Fine, fine,” he brushed off with a wave of his hand, his suit jacket thrown over his shoulder by the other one. You didn’t notice he’d rolled up his sleeves, probably a little worn from helping Gus out all day. 

You curled your lips to the side, realising how selfish your nasty mood was. Harvey had deliberately expressed to you how excited he was for this, and you’d seen how much joy he harbored in years past. Even at the Luau, he’d be one of the only townspeople to bust a move. Today, you had danced like you never had before, although hardly by your own grace. He was practically forced to sit aside. 

“I’m sorry things didn’t work out today.” You offered to him, hoping that you would be able to get a hint of his usual lighthearted nature in return.

“Yeah, me too.” He replied, the tips of his mustache turning downwards with a little grimace. 

A grimace!

You’d never seen him express such distaste. Your eyes flashed their surprise before you focused on the forest path again, letting the crunch of detritus take over the lack of conversation. 

The southern border of your property was in sight, alight by two lanterns at the gate. You made a reach for the chain, but Harvey made it to the gate before you, letting out a huff as he swung it open to let you through. The chain rattled loudly as he placed it back into the latch. Coming up behind your waiting figure and taking a few rough steps ahead of you. 

Never in your life had you seen him in such a mood. If he were any other man, you’d say he was bordering on throwing a fit. This gentle simmer in him, though, it seemed more like he was a kettle with a lot of steam built up inside. 

“Well,” you sighed, making it to the end of the walkway between your vegetable fields, intersecting with the cobblestone path that led straight to Harvey’s clinic. “I guess this is good night.” 

“Yeah,” Harvey slowed as you climbed up the steps to your door. He stopped at the base, running a hand over his mustache with that same distraught look over his face. 

You could clearly tell he’d had a bad day, but never had that made him so visibly discontented. Guilt panged through your chest as you looked down at him, his gaze averted to the dark road towards his place. 

“You deserved a better day, Harvey. I really am sorry.”

Harvey looked up at you, his distraught expression turning concerned.

“You have nothing to apologize for, (Y/N). I’m sorry, I’ve been letting my mood get the better of me.”

“No, no, you have nothing to apologize for, either. You were so excited for today.”

“Ah,” Harvey leaned back a little, a hint of embarrassment on his cheeks. “That’s not quite why I’m in a bit of a slump. I appreciate your concern, though.”

You smiled in relief, shoulders loosening at the thought. 

“I see. Well, I really appreciate you walking back with me. Next year, I’ll save a dance for you, okay?” 

Harvey’s posture straightened, a gentle blush rolling to his cheeks. You flashed him another smile before reaching for your door, opening it only an inch before you felt your other hand taken in a grasp. 

You turned slightly, your form in the lamplight creating a glowing shadow over Harvey, who held your hand with a startled expression. He had taken one step towards your door, leg lifted onto the stairs as if frozen in motion. 

“You deserved better, too, (Y/N).”

Your breath caught on a shaky inhale, cold air hitching in your chest. 

“I’m sorry if, I just- gah,” Harvey tongue tied himself, looking down at his foot for a moment before shaking his head and speaking towards the ground. “I’m sorry if I’m too bold, or crossing a boundary here. But I saw how he danced with you. How he moved you around, without you in thought. You’re an excellent dance partner, I’ve seen it myself. And he wasted your talents and enthusiasm on his mindless poetic venture. Not to mention him flailing you around like that, threatening a subscapularis strain or tendonitis, maybe even whiplash-”

“Harvey,” you started, facing him fully. He looked up at you as you shifted your position, a fire behind his softening features.

“He took your partnership for granted. You are phenomenal, (Y/N), and he’s a damned fool for not seeing that, for relishing in that. Anyone would be.”

Your lips parted, unable to form or think of a single word in response to what was being said to you- about you. 

Did Harvey really see you in such a high regard? Did he actually just vocalize it- the kind of perception you’d always wished to be seen within? What lenses did he view you through, what dreamlike prescription sat within his browline frames?

The wind tousled at his hair, the same gust threatening to blow your hyacinth crown off your head. Harvey took another step upwards, his other hand reaching the side ribbons to keep them in place. He released them with a brush of the backs of his fingers against your cheek. You brought your other hand up to his, keeping him there for just a moment as you found his gaze once again. 

“I-” you breathed, much croakier than you’d intended, “I’ve never, um, been told that before.” 

“You deserve to hear it every day,” he whispered at you, some of that anger from before biting into the words. “I-” his brows faltered with his confidence, his suit jacket almost falling off of his shoulder. 

You released his hands to grab it, sliding it down in front of him and into your arms. 

“I think I might owe you a drink from before,” you turned your head towards your cracked door, the soft light of your lamp creaking out onto the porch. “Would you like to come in?”

Harvey’s head fell again, this time with a bit of a laugh, as he took the final step onto your porch. 

“I’d like that, yes.” 

You opened the door behind you the rest of the way, letting him duck into the frame ahead of you. He’d been to your house a few times before, but never this late into the evening, or after a fit of such passionate verbiage. 

He leant against the closed door as you hung his coat on your rack, the intensive gaze from earlier having fully transformed into something much more tender. 

“I’ll go grab us some glasses,” you excused yourself to the kitchen just a few steps away, Harvey followed slowly, standing near your kitchen table, running his fingers along the wood grain. You came back from the cabinets quickly, stopping at his side to pour into the two stemless cups you laid before you. The two of you clinked your glasses together, eyes in solid contact as you both tasted your first sips. 

“Can I ask you something?” you asked as you swallowed, eyes ripping away to look into the lowly luminated pool of white wine. 

“Mm,” Harvey hummed into his glass before placing it down. “Please.” 

“I don’t mean to sound conceited, but,” you took another sip for courage’s sake, “Were you going to ask me to dance today? Or was that all in my head?”

“I…” he began, trailing off a bit as his confidence weaned, “was intending to, yes.”

“Hmm,” you responded, another shot of guilt hitting your chest. You were hoping he would, but you selfishly took the opportunity with Elliott when it presented itself. 

“Can I ask you something?” Harvey asked in return.

“Please,” you mimicked.

“Why him?”

You sighed a bit, turning to face the table a bit more straightforward. 

“He kind of took me off guard. I’m a bit of a sucker for a grand gesture, I guess. I got in my head a little thinking that it was some whimsical or whatever moment, and I just,” you sighed again, trying your hardest to find the words. “I really wanted to be wanted, I guess. And there was no way I could say no to that,” you gestured broadly with your hands, “whole thing, in public no less. I guess grand gestures mean nothing when they’re scarce of pure intention.” you mumbled into your cup before taking a sip and swishing it around in embarrassment. 

“Barren, I’d say,” Harvey said, his inflection far less crass than his words. 

“I don’t mean to be so miserable and ungrateful. It was a great time, really. Just… not what I hoped for.”

Harvey leaned his hands onto the table, bringing himself down to your level, turning his head to where you stood. 

“What is it you were hoping for?”

You couldn't really say it out loud, the thought of it making you feel like you had something sticky caught in your throat. You couldn’t miss his gaze either, hazel, fiery and intent- there it was. 

An invitation, significantly less obvious than getting on one knee with a gentle kiss against your sun kissed skin. The phrase, however cryptic or subtle, was filled with more intention than an afternoon of poetic pirouettes or soliloquized sonnets. No, Harvey did not provide an empty gesture, he provided a question.

You let out a little breath as you scanned his eyes, as if looking for confirmation within his consensual ask. 

A subtle dart of his irises from yours, left to right, down to your lips, flickering; if you’d blinked, you’d have missed it. 

He’d done the same thing when you first arrived at the dance hours ago- you figured it was a trick of the light, or him wondering why you’d arrived from the treeline and not the pathway. He was observing you, noticing you while lying in wait.

You pressed forward, placing a brush of a kiss against his sweet, wine polished lips. He didn’t push back our pull away, letting you communicate your hopes in their soft silence.

You pulled back an inch, blinking at your little courage.

Harvey opened his eyes again, remaining attentive as you continued to quietly communicate your needs. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep,” you whispered, unable to peel yourself away any further. Harvey shook his head with a click of his tongue, making you nearly break your eyes away with a bit of embarrassment. He caught you before you could, pulling you by your waist to pin you between him and the table. 

“You…” he couldn’t get the rest of his thought out as he stared at your lips, eyebrows pained and irises aflame. “I would let you overstep in whatever way you pleased if it meant I got a fraction of your time.”

Your cheeks raged with blush as his breath hit you, leaving a trail of goosebumps from your neck to your fingertips. He reached around you, grabbing the wine glasses from your table, turning at the waist to place them on the counter behind him. All the while, you were between his legs, your arms behind you to keep you from folding backwards. He turned back to you, gently removing the flower crown from the top of your head and hanging on the side of a chair. 

“Please,” he huffed, hands finding their way to the tops of your hips again.

You raised your chin in invitation, and Harvey responded with a deep kiss, hands bringing you to press against his chest. Yours abandoned the walnut behind you, immediately grabbing at the back of his head. He didn’t waste a moment longer, laying you backwards and placing your head down gently. 

He stood again, a little gasp leaving your lips as he broke away, but the hand behind your head traced across your collarbone and down your chest, touch lightening as he brushed over the center of your breasts, fingers flipping to their backs across your abdomen. You shuddered as he hovered over your lower stomach, gently playing with the folds of your dress at the base of its bodice. 

“Harvey,” you breathed, lifting your legs ever so slightly, the fold of your dress begging to pool at your hips and reveal your thighs. He sucked a deep breath, loosening his bowtie just a smidge to let his warming body breathe. As much as he wanted to take you in, what he really craved was your lips. Running his hands along your thighs he fell forward again, the two of you softly moaning into one another. His fingers toyed at the hemline of your underwear, and you grasped his hand, making him break from the kiss. “Wait…”

He nodded, pulling away, but you followed him up, sitting upright once again on the table, scooching yourself as close to him as possible. You could feel him against his nice trousers, almost as solid as the table beneath you. The guilt of leaving him behind at the dance ate at you, and you placed a gentle kiss on his neck. 

“I already had my dance today. Let me give a little.”

He gave you a confused look as you guided his shoulders to the side, forcing him to turn around as you slipped off the table and fell to your knees, hands placed against his thighs for a moment of stability. 

“Oh, Yoba,” he huffed, now having to lean against the table himself. You unbuckled his belt and released him, the air of your apartment hitting his painfully hard length. Your breath followed suit as you licked a small stripe at the base of him, then placed a soft kiss over his tip. Salty beads of precum graced your rosy lips, shimmering over the worn lip gloss that he noted so keenly earlier. His hands found their way into your tousled hair, the eagerness and leftover hint of jealousy almost making him grip at your scalp. He hesitated, opting to squeeze the side of the table instead as you began to take his length into the warm depths of your mouth. You looked up at him through your lashes, feeling yourself dampening over the sight of his flustered expression. His jaw was agape, lower lip almost trembling, eyebrows contorted upwards as a haze took over his eyes. You took him in further and he slightly bucked his hips into you, the hand on your head holding you in place. He was melting beneath and above you, your ministrations giving him the comfort and connection he so deeply craved. 

You picked up the pace a little, bobbing your head with the fluctuations of obscene sounds, little whimpers of praise leaving Harvey’s bewildered lips. He twitched increasingly, that grip on the back of your head almost tightening until he pulled you back gently, a pop resounding through your kitchen as your head fell back. 

“Not yet, I want-” he gulped, both of your chests heaving with self control. “I want to feel you, so fucking badly…”

You stood slowly, helping Harvey discard his tie and unbutton his shirt through kisses. He twitched again, tasting himself on your lips. He was so worked up, you could feel him becoming impatient. A guttural sound worked its way from his throat and he flipped you around, placing rough kisses to the back of your neck as he lifted your skirt. 

“Can I,” he grunted in between kisses, and you could’ve sworn you felt his teeth against your shoulder as he ground against your wettened panties. “Be honest with you?”

“Please,” you whispered, turning your head to the side as you pushed back on his bare cock, the thin layer of cloth barely keeping him from you. 

“I was so,” he wrapped an arm around you, grabbing at your breast with far less gentleness than earlier, “so fucking jealous. Seeing him on his knees, seeing his hands on your hips, yoba, these hips,” He pulled your panties down with his other hand, your cunt almost dripping if it weren’t for the soaked fabric. 

You gasped as he squeezed at your ass with one hand, the other leaving your breast to trail across your folds in exploration. Cold air hit your opening as he spread your lips with his fingers, and he let out a sharp groan. 

“All I ever wanted was for this to be mine…,” he stuck a finger inside, and you wasted no time clenching over him as he curled it against your soft spot. “All mine.”

He pressed another finger in and you fully leant forward on your arms, legs spreading in welcome. He sunk them in and out, covering his knuckles in your sweet slick, like nectar from the finest fertile bloom. His wrist twisted and you writhed as he found the perfect angle, your back arching a little as your toes pressed your ass towards him, giving yourself to him fully. 

His fingers slipped out fully, making you whine in defiance, but they found their way inside again, this time his middle and ring finger, and he truly began to fuck you with his hand, pressing his other against the small of your back for stability. Your eyes rolled back as you moaned out, the pace he set explicitly informing you of just how fucking angry he was earlier. The toes you so relied on to hold you up curled beneath you, making you sink into his fingers further.

“Harvey!” you cried out, a white hot wave of pleasure approaching you at the speed of light. “I’m- I’m going to- fuck!” Your thighs spasmed as you were hit with your orgasm, Harvey bent over you and breathing on your neck. The hand holding you down brushed your hair from your ear where he placed a kiss before whispering.

“Please, (Y/N),” he panted against you. “I can’t take seeing you with anyone else.”

“Damn it Harvey,” You almost screamed at him, grinding your soaked and spent pussy back up against him. “I couldn’t look at anyone else if I tried anymore. I need- ah…” he sunk his painfully hard cock inside you, reaching the hilt with ease thanks to your orgasm. Your eyes rolled back, arms falling off the far edge of the table as you laid your forehead down. The perfect fit, his tip suctioned inside the deepest point of you as you convulsed over him. Harvey stilled inside you, his hand finding its way beneath your chest to pull you up against him. Your head fell back on his chest and your eyes met again - his expression mirrored your own - you could see in the reflection of his glasses. The both of you, fucked out, eyebrows reaching to the ceiling, mouths parted, every inch of your bodies connected. You ground against him and he pulled you even closer, holding you so tightly that his fingers burned into you as a beautiful scorching brand. 

He let you relax around him, making sure you fully came down from your first high before he set a slow pace, bunching the skirt of your dress at your waist. 

Still slightly overstimulated, your pussy clenched over him in an indistinguishable and unintentional rhythm , making him go from rolling thrusts into semi-frantic pumping, the two of you riding along the edge like a surfer within a tunnel wave. The water graced your fingertips as you sunk more of your weight back into Harvey, and the hand on your chest came up to your neck, forcing you to look directly at him as he fucked into you with a devoted fervor. 

“Wanna make you mine,” he begged, looking down just a few inches into your eyes. “Mine…” he mumbled unintelligibly, all caution thrown to the lustful wind. 

“I’m yours Harvey, I’m yours…” you cooed back, your voice coming out scratchy as you craned your head back. “Take me.”

“Mine,” he repeated, dumb on his desire. The hand over your hip found your clit and you grasped at his arm, keeping him on your sensitive bud as you began to circle your hips against him. The friction sent you reeling and your legs trembled beneath you, a soundless cry leaving your wet lips as you came a second time. Harvey released his grip over your throat and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your hips into him as he stilled once again, thick ropes of his greed spilling into your gracious and accepting womb. 

The two of you stayed that way for a near minute, pressed up against one another at your table’s edge until you could both relax. The convulsing of your walls slowed over his finished cock, but he didn't pull out, instead just placing a firm kiss to your shoulder as you both caught your breath. A gentle smile found its way over your tired face as you looked up at his softened gaze. 

“You have to tell me,” you breathed, relaxing into his chest. “What were you hoping for?”

Harvey chuckled a little, kissing your forehead before leaning his chin on your shoulder, rubbing circles into your stomach.

“You just found out.”

[thatsdemko]

with feeling - j.hughes

masterlist

pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader

warnings: fake dating trope + one bedroom trope + jack being an asshole + angst + fluff at the end

a/n: HOCKEY IS BACK EVERYONE!

so maybe it wasn’t so bad to be “tied” down to a man you never actually loved in the first place. that’s a lie, it’s actually far worse.

he’s not a bad person, he’s not a bad kisser, and he’s certainly not bad looking, but his personality is far worse than shit.

his bright smiles and adorable laughter only go so far in a picture to make him seem like he was perfect, except he was so far from it. with his jagged persona and his inability to remain in an actual relationship, jack hughes was a sore spot in your heart. meaning, you knew what you signed up for, he would never actually love you.

and while smiling for his family and holding his hand in the secrecy of his family’s private summer home, there was only so far you were willing to go to prove to Ellen hughes you actually loved her son.

“I’m not sharing a room with you.”

“it doesn’t look like you have much of an option.” he snaps, words cut like a fork scraping a plate, irritation grew in your body. you knew why she did this, she believes you two have far more in common than trying to make each other roll your eyes, but this was too much. you’d rather sleep in a ball in the sand than share a queen size bed with him.

“I wish I had another option.” you mumble for only yourself, however he catches your words and just rolls his eyes continuing to unpack his things.

“you had an option of not coming. now look at the mess we are in.” he gestures his hands to the bed and around the room like a disaster had fallen amongst the four walls. if this was the worst of all things to happen to him, he had a hell of a storm coming for him one day.

you turn your head in his direction, you watch him anxiously tug on the brim of his ball cap before tossing his duffel bag beside the dresser of his clothes. his body collapses against the mattress making the frame squeak under his weight, “can this week be over already?”

“it’s only beginning.” you whisper hearing the echoes of laughter and music begin to make their way up the stairs, the music grows louder and Trevor’s voice bounces off the walls. you can already feel the impending headache.

here goes nothing.

—

“jack tells me you met at the bars in jersey?” Quinn takes his first dig, the two of you sit in the lounge chairs watching the other boys swim around the lake and toss around a ball that you two had no interest in.

“yeah and he wouldn’t leave me alone.” you stifle out a chuckle because out of your whole story full of lies, that was the only bit of truth. he’d followed you around like a gnat always in your face and never leaving your sight, and that’s when things began to fly south.

“he has a tendency to be very clingy when he’s drunk.”

“you don’t say.” you tilt your sunglasses down to the edge of your nose looking over at the eldest hughes who barked out a laugh in response.

turning your head in the direction of the sun, your eyes automatically fall onto the three boys in the lake: Trevor, Alex, and jack. you can’t help but let your heart melt like butter at the sight of his tanned shoulders, and muscular arms, it makes your heart jump like a kid playing hopscotch with a smile on their face.

you watch him make his way across the sand, tossing the ball in his hands he tosses it over to Quinn before slipping his wet body against yours and taking a seat on your lap. show time starts now, pretending to be in love in 3,2,1…

“saw you watching me.”

“actually I was looking at Alex.” you point your index finger over to the brunette who quickly presses a kiss to your cheek, “I knew my dimples had an affect on you.”

you can’t help the laughter that rumbles out of your body, if it wasn’t for jack hughes tying you down, you’d be all over that dimpled smile and curly black hair. but alas, the long dirty brown hair and rosy sun kissed cheeks was yours.

“I have a very adorable smile too.” jack argues flashing you a cheeky grin before getting up off your lap and taking the lounge chair beside you. you can’t help rolling your eyes, despite how your heart certainly agrees when he flashes you another wide smile before turning back to his two friends.

“you have the worlds biggest ego that’s what you have.”

“she has a point.” Quinn nudges his way into the conversation earning his brother to glare at him. it’s no secret, jack grew up with people petting his ego and feeding into his greatness, and once you didn’t confined to the rest of the worlds views, that’s when he began to notice how different you were. it automatically drew him to you, and he loved that you didn’t care that he was the worlds best hockey player, you just hated him for him.

“don’t let her win she always does.”

“I’ve actually never won an argument with you, so please yeah I would love this win.” your additional comment earns jack to roll his eyes, and just like usual this is how the banter is. you edge each other on with lies and jokes to see who will crack first, this was truly the foundation of your fake relationship. it started out with a lie and a joke. now look at you two.

he licks his bottom lip, you can see the wheels in his brain are spinning faster than a hamster wheel. he’s trying to find anything to get even, but nothing comes. he just relaxes against the back of the chair and closes his eyes, “enjoy your win.”

“oh I will, this is just the beginning of your torture.”

like it wasn’t enough torture to see you in a skimpy bikini and have to use all of his self control to not inappropriately touch you, and like it wasn’t enough torture that he has to share a bed with you.

yeah, he’s definitely had enough torture on day one.

—

“you want to split an ice cream cone with me?” you turn to Luke, looking up at him, he’s nothing alike to the two of his brothers. he’s got soft curls and an absolute killer personality.

“only if we get sprinkles?”

“now you have taste.” you nudge your shoulder into his bicep. you stand along side luke at the counter while he orders for you both, jack stands a couple feet away with Trevor, the two still deciding, but you can feel his eyes on you.

“what’d you get?” jack swoops in, his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you closer to him. the man behind the counter gives you both a knowing look that he had taken the hint, but it wasn’t him that jack was trying to make a message to.

“I’m sharing a cone with Luke.”

a frown forms against his lips as he lets go of your waist, “I thought we would share?”

you offer him your best apologetic look, “Luke and I like the same ice cream, you can share with Trevor.”

“I’m not sharing with Trevor.” he pouts watching luke hand you the ice cream cone. you swipe your tongue around the sweet cream swallowing the sprinkled deliciousness, “you want a kiss instead?” you offer, licking the sweetness that’s left on your lips before jack takes his thumb and swipes the corner of your mouth.

“you know,” he leans closer to your ear just for you to hear, “I don’t like sharing. especially you.”

“it’s just ice cream.” you tell him giving him a rather pointed look that earns him to back off. you know his words had zero meaning behind them. and even if they did, you still would roll your eyes, but if they were true, you’d actually kiss him to prove him you love him. instead, you stick with just pinching his side to receive a grunt from his lips.

skipping out the store doors, you and luke find an empty table to dig your spoons into the cold soft serve ice cream, “do you think he’s really mad about this?” Luke asks, mouth full of the sweet flavor, you swear by the look in his eyes it’s like he’s never had a taste of sugar in his life.

you shake your head in response, digging your spoon into the sprinkled goodness and listen to the bell of the store door chime. Trevor and jack join you both, they sit opposite to you two and it’s pure uncomfortable silence.

“should we buy turcs something?” your offer is innocent, nothing but a pure suggestion for the boy who didn’t join you four in the adventure. but there’s a look in jacks eyes that wishes you would just stop. he wishes you didn’t show an interest in anyone else.

“he doesn’t really like ice cream.” Trevor pipes in with a shrug of his shoulders, you can tell he’s trying to ease the mood, “but I’ll leave him a bite of my ice cream.”

“you’re a good guy, Trev.” you smile up at him, his dirty blond hair curls over top his forehead just above his eyebrows. your dashing smile earns him a little blush that quickly pales away when jack shoots him a look.

“I’m full the rest is yours.” you say to Luke and drop your spoon onto the brown napkin. the glares and intense stares from the man across the table was enough to ruin your appetite. what was with him? not even a month ago jack was calling you buddy behind closed doors, now in front of his family and closest friends, he chose to be an asshole? he truly is one man that’s hard to fake date.

—

“good night.”

he softly closes the door on his mother. she’s whisper rambling on about protection, and other embarrassing things, that you can slightly make out, but jack just closes the door. he says it’s better to stop her before she changes her mind and makes you sleep on the couch.

“so what was with you tonight?” you bite the bullet. there wasn’t a question in your mind you didn’t want answered, and after the ice cream show down you stood your distance from him. even when he rested his hand on your thigh, you made it obvious you weren’t in the mood.

he’s taking his shirt off when you look up from your phone. the white shirt is thrown over his head and soon right on to the floor among many other items of clothing, “nothing was with me.”

“please,” you bark out a sarcastic laugh. you sit upright in the bed, he paces the floor unpacking his clothes and preparing for the next morning, “you don’t like sharing me? what’s that all about?”

“I see the way you flirt with my friends.” he says so in a matter of fact tone, like it’s not news to him how you interact with everyone, “I know you want to fuck Alex.”

rolling your eyes, you toss a pillow in his direction, it hits the side of his head making him turn in your direction, “you are ridiculous, jack! I’m with you—“

“not really! this isn’t even real. you don’t like me like you like Alex.”

his shoulders slump, he crawls into bed, he curls his body close to yours, “you don’t actually like me. you’re just with me because you have to be.”

an unconscious scoff leaves you lips, “jack, I wouldn’t be spending a week with your family if I actually hated you.”

his ears perk to that, head snapping upward to meet your eyes, “what do you mean?” he asks. the words so faint against his lips he’s sure you didn’t hear him.

“I mean I like you, but man you’re the worst date ever.”

he springs upward, mouth slightly agape, “I—I was only ever being rude because I thought you hated me?”

you’re shaking your head at him. he’s unbelievable, and to think that was all his true personality, his next move proved differently. especially when it landed soft against your lips, then stronger with each passing second.

“I actually like you too, with strong feeling by the way.” he whispers these words in between breaths and gasps that escape both of your lips.

“we should stop here before your mom hears us.” you push his face away gently, “but that’s good to know you’re not actually an asshole.”

he barks out a laugh collapsing beside you, “it was hard to be an asshole to you, but now that that’s out of the way can I take you on a proper date?”

“absolutely.”

[alien-magnolia]

Tainted Love

Fic description: This is a dark fic. 18+ MINORS DNI. Dom!-coded Billy Loomis + hyperfeminine, sub-coded afab reader: they are married, committing crimes together <3 and having a wonderful domestic life <3 besides all the blood and murder. Smut/horror genre: kinks include service!, blood!, knifeplay!, ropes!, choking!, spanking!, free-use!, SERVICE, d/s mental dynamics, majorrrr daddy!kink, exhibitionism

If you like this post, pls engage, comment, reblog! It means so much to me, Ty <3 WC 2.7k

October 10, 1996.

The dark red, yellow, with tinges of brown leaves tumbled down the secluded suburban street. A tan cottage stood at the end of a cul-de-sac, yard neatly trimmed, wind chimes ringing on the porch where they hung. A dim light inside. A black van pulls into the driveway, scaring away a few neighboring birds. The door shuts — a young man enters the house.

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You were just about finished with tonight’s dinner when your partner came back from college. You loved Billy dearly, and so you did almost everything for him. It was your dynamic — and he loved it as well. You served him, your Billy, your daddy.

How exactly did you get involved with a serial killer? Involved far enough to be an equal partner in his crimes? Involved enough to be so cautious and excellent at keeping first-degree murder a secret? Involved enough to live with him?

—-

It began last fall. A chilly November morning, fog rolling in on the campus. You walked in your pretty pink outfit, donning lace and frills, kitten heels, and butterfly hair clips. You were only nineteen. Young. Innocent. You were looking for your ‘Introduction to Early Modern Literature’ class, yet happened to wander over on the other, more secluded side of campus. You stumble over a rock on the sidewalk. You fall, beautiful rosy cheek now stained with a gash of bright, red blood.

Your hands, your knees, cut up from the bumpy pavement. You start crying. This was just too embarrassing!! With your social anxiety and shyness, you really hoped nobody had seen this. You did not like to be perceived by people ��� that is just how you were. You look around — not a soul to be seen.

Except for a man — lean, sitting on a brick bench, cigarette in hand. You couldn’t make out how he looked, yet fear overtook you as he started making his way over. You start to scramble up, hoping to run away from him, yet your bruises were just too intense for you to do so.

His deep voice asks you, “Hey, sweetheart, you okay? You nod. “Yeah jus’ a few scratches. Can’t see too well in the fog,” you sheepishly explain. “Hey, no worries. Here, I’ll help you up, yeah?” You oblige, taking his big calloused hands in yours as he helps you stand. You finally get a good look at him. God — he was handsome. More than handsome. Extremely, extremely, attractive. You got wet just by looking at his deep brown eyes and crooked smile looking down at you.

“Hey. Don’t be too shy, hun. Come. Want me to help you fix those bruises? There’s a bathroom right around the corner, he suggests. You nod silently, agreeing, following him to a door on the left.

He begins wiping your bruises with a wet towel, trying to stop the bleeding. His tongue pokes out of his mouth as he focuses. You see more of him now. He wears all black. Smells like cigarettes and a dusty old basement. “So what brings you to this part of campus?,” he asks, brown eyes focused on your bruises.

“Just got lost. Needed to find one class but couldn’t. Maybe I’ll skip today anyway…,” you trail off. “Aw. Today’s your first day huh?,” he coos at you, with a smile you just couldn’t figure out. “Um. Yes. I don’t really know the campus, so…,” you quietly answer him, afraid to look into his eyes. His voice, his face, it all made you thirst for him even more.

“I could tell. Hey. Maybe you should skip. Been looking for someone to hang out with,” he suggests, finishing up cleaning your bruises, putting a few bandaids on you. “I’m Billy, by the way.” You introduce yourself to him, a little smile forming on your face. You ended up skipping class that day, spending time with him in that secluded courtyard, smoking cigarettes, listening to The Smiths. You ended up fucking in the bathroom a few hours later. You knew that you were indubitably attracted — glued to him and everything that he was. Something did feel a little off about how he treated others — you did not care.

So it was.

——

~Present day ~

You hear the keys jingle in the doorway, heavy boots make their way towards the kitchen, where you were. You currently donned a short little black dress, fishnets, with nothing underneath. You were waiting for him.

“Hey, sweets. Looking good today,” he compliments you, as he takes your small hand in his, moving you closer to him, wrapping a hand around your waist. You giggle as he peppers your cheek with kisses. “Sweetie. Want’a ask you something,” he insists, quietly, yet confidently. Your big eyelashes blink as you wait for his question.

“Wanna play with me tonight?,” a sinister smile adorns his face, his brown eyes filled with a hint of malice, excitement. Your eyes match his. You loved playing with him, your sessions, where you gave over complete control of yourself, to him. You trusted him completely. He led, you followed.

You were his. His prey, his little girl, his accomplice. You were his, devoted completely, mind and body. The two of you even had matching tattoos: a forever symbol of your unique relationship.

“Yes, daddy. What first?” He chuckles lowly. “Glad you asked, princess. We’re going to the van.” You smile back at him, as he gives you a kiss, pulling you closer to him by your neck. You knew what to do, sticking your hands out, as he takes a rope from the nearby drawer.

The rope felt nice around your wrists, you liked to watch him tie it. You didn’t want your freedom when you played with him. “Daddy’s girl, all tied up, huh? Come sweets. Let’s go to the van,” he sneers at you in the best possible way, as he leads you outside. Still, he manages to grab a coat for you, alongside some knives. You suspected that both of you will be using those later.

“Before we leave our house, thought we might have a bit of fun in the van, what’dya say? I think it’ll be nice for my little girl, yeah?,” he croons at you, caressing your cheek, before gripping it harshly, brown eyes boring into yours.

You’re on your knees for him in his dingy van. His waffle knit white t-shirt feels nice on your bound hands, as you see him start to unbuckle his belt, dropping his jeans to the floor of the van. “Give daddy’s cock some love, hun,” you hear, and his strong arms work to push you down to the floor. You look up at him from your back, you see him towering over you, cock in his calloused hand, slowly rubbing it. He lowers his cock and balls onto your face, you love the feeling of his heavy ball sack on your chin. His cock was wide, not too long, yet wide, weeping, with three beautiful veins and a beauty mark <3

It was all red and ready for your wet throat. You took him eagerly, sucking so much pressure, you felt his silky smooth voice moan out in ecstasy. You keep sucking, swirling your tongue around the mushroom tip of his cockhead. He pulls a knife to the side of your cheek. You stop.

“Look what daddy’s got here hun. You don’t like this little toy, do you?,” he taunts. With that, he lowers the knife to your chest, where he makes a gentle cut on it. He liked to cut you with his knife. Another way to possess you, to mark you as HIS.

“Get up, sweets. Daddy’s gonna cum if you keep this shit up.” He chuckles, and helps you up, wiping that little cut he made with a towel. That same towel now goes in your mouth as a makeshift gag.

His hands tightly grip your hips, pushing you down onto the floor of the van again. Hips spread, gagged, hands still tied, you felt his finger swipe across your clit, down your labia, trailing over your wet, wet, pussy. Your hole was clenching around nothing!! He was going to fix that.

“Aww. Look at you , sweetie. Cheeks all rosy, ass up for me, ready to be bred,” he taunts. You only moan in response. “Does daddy’s little girl want to be bred, hmm? Like a little cow?” You moan in response, he tuts, and lifts your neck up gently. “What was that?,” voice low. Shit. You fucked up.

“Yes, daddy,” your voice is muffled through the gag. He smiles again, that dark smile of his. Sinister. Evil. Exactly what you wanted to see. Without warning, you feel him push into you. Wide, throbbing, filling that sweet spot exactly how you wanted. He went slow for just a little, relishing how good his little girl, his breeding cow, dumpster, was for him. Then he went fast. Too fast. You loved hearing the sound of his cock and balls slap against your ass, your squelching pussy <3

You feel so full of him, you saw stars as his wife cock drilled deeper and deeper into you. You felt him twitch inside, your favorite part!! “Take my cum, baby. Fuckin’ take it,” you hear him grunt, as his hands press your body down into a mating press, his stomach now on top of your back. He had you caged in, tied, gagged, absolutely abusing you on his wide cock. You were in heaven. You were his now, in this moment. The both of you came, and of course, he did not let you squeeze his cum out of you.

“Keep it in, hmm? Want our visitors to know that you’re daddy’s girl.” You nod and smile, making grabby hands at him once he unties your wrists, and takes the towel out of your mouth. He lifts you up into his lap, peppering your face with kisses, smiling up at you as you giggle.

He helps you get dressed, gently cooing at you as you show him the carpet burn you got from being on your knees for so long. He kisses it to make it better <3 and even puts on your white frilly socks for you, helping you with your little black kitten heels and your dress.

“Where to next, daddy?,” you giddily await his answer. “Now, we drive. To meet our special guests for tonight,” he replies, your smile now matching his level of sinister. The both of you were about to go have some fun, with some unconventional guests as well.

——-/

It was now almost midnight. After your play session in the van, you couldn’t wait to play in front of your guests!! The both of you listen to heavy metal as Billy speeds down an abandoned road, the rotting leaves blowing towards the sides from the van passing by on the road. He pulls his van up a few meters close to the woods, and parks.

“Coat, baby.” You nod, and he puts your black puffer on. He leads you to the backseat, where a black trunk with a lock is placed. He opens it. His mask. Ghostface. He puts it on his hip, putting on black clothes over his nice ones. He gives you gloves, and a knife. One for himself as well. Binoculars.

“Come, hun. This way.” You follow him up into a tree, where the both of you take turns with your binoculars. He takes out his block of a phone. How you loved the 90’s. He dials the number, telling you to watch their reaction in the windows. “Hi. What’s your favorite scary movie,” Billy's voice drawls out to his unsuspecting victims in the mansion that you were currently hiding outside of.

Billy continued to harass them on the phone, beckoning you down the tree quietly, and closer and closer to the person’s backyard. Billy stays on the phone, pointing at you to stay put, and opens the window on the first floor. You wait outside, as he slips on in.

You knew what to do. You’d wait for his signal, then follow him in. Then, came your favorite part: where Billy shows you off to his victims <3

You see his hand signal through the window. You step on inside, and see the couple tied to each other, this time with metal chains. Billy is wearing his mask. “Just in time for the show, sweetheart. Kneel.”

You do as said, loving the absolutely sadistic smile on his face right now. He puts on your leash ( only for when in front of un-consenting others) and has to crawl to sit at his knees. “You see here, my two pretties, you two are going to watch me fuck my little princess here. After that, I’ll decide if you get to live,” he chuckles in absolute glee.

“By the way, if you two decide to make a sound, or go at my little girl here, I’ll stab ya. Sounds good? My, my, what a perfect, scary movie,” he narrates to himself, to you, to the two victims, who looked like they were about to mentally lose it. <3

He skips with the foreplay, the blowjob, the fingering. He gets right to it. He wants his victims to see his pretty girl, on his own terms. He roughly pushes you down onto the floor, strong hands positioning your hips in place, giving your ass a few harsh spanks <3 you hear the belt buckle slip, and soon enough, you can feel the warmth of his already hard cock near your puffy pussy.

Your eyes are drawn to the couple. You loved being shown off, being watched. They did not want to watch you. But that is okay. Billy is going to make them. :)

They watch in horror as he starts rutting into you like a beast, bloody knife that he used on one of the victims nearing your neck, staying there. The knife soon drops, he gives it to you to hold as he starts losing control. You were too, feeling so full of him, getting an extra serving of his cum :) was your favorite thing to do.

You smiled as the couple looked on in horror. Billy pulled out just the last second before, and came all over your face. “Look so pretty with my cum all over your face, sweet girl. Clean it up f’me, yeah?” You nod.

After you wipe it off, Billy steps back in front of the two victims. “See how nicely I treat my girl? I’m her daddy, after all. Just wanted to show her to you. She’s mine, forever will be. What a nice show the two of you got,” he chuckles, before stabbing one of them, the screams could be heard from down the block.

Billy finished off the other one, not before giving her a good slap and punch. <3 The pool of blood covers the entire kitchen tiling, making it seem red everywhere. It’s on your shoes, on Billy’s. He takes his mask off, and picks you up in his arms.

“Did so good f’me today, sweet girl. So proud of you,” he praises you. “You did good too, Billy. I love how rough you are with them.” He smiles again, giving you a tender kiss. “Let’s leave, huh? Go back home, watch a scary movie?,” he asks. You nod, staying still in his arms as he carries you over the blood, and back out to the woods.

The two of you make it back to the van. They won’t catch you. As long as you’re together, everything was just fine.

[chestnutninny]

Daddy’s Angels

Warnings: SMUT, Jennifer Jareau x Emily Prentiss (Jemily) x Reader, dom!reader, sub!JJ, sub!Emily, use of toys, oral, reader has a daddy kink, anal, plugs, absolute filth, I couldn't help myselffffff

Summary: JJ needs you whilst Emily is busy, who are you to say no? But when Emily walks in on you both, how will you make it up to her?

(Also I know this isn’t JJ but it kinda looks like her so….)

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You and JJ lounged on the bed, her head resting on your chest as your fingers brushed through her silky lengths. You watch carefully as Emily walked around your shared bedroom, collecting all the things she required for her bath, which she needed to soak her aching joints after a long week at work. She presses a kiss to each of your heads before making her way to the en-suite, the lock clicking behind her.

It was around 5 minutes later when JJ’s hips slowly started rutting against your thigh, barely noticeable at first until you hear the tiny whimpers leaving her parted lips. You smirked to yourself before reaching for her face, lifting her chin to look into your eyes.

“You okay there, baby?” You teased, you smirk not faltering a bit.

“I need you, Y/N.” She gasped out as her clothed pussy made contact with the hem of her shorts.

You flipped her over so that she was underneath your body, your hands on either side of her head holding your weight above her. She looked heavenly below you, the light of the sunset illuminating her golden locks, the halo of hair cascading across the pillows of your bed. You couldn’t help the moan that left your lips as you made eye contact with her, her lids half open while the pupil of her eye was blown, dark with lust and desire.

“Please…” She whispered, her eyes pleading for your touch.

Your lips locked with her, moving in sync with so much passion, your tongue dragging across her bottom lips, silencing asking for entry. She quickly obliged, her tongue fighting for dominance against your own despite you both knowing you’d win. Pulling away from the heated kiss, you bit her bottom lip dragging it with you.

You trailed kisses down her neck and chest, leaving nips and marks on your way down. You started unbuttoning the buttons to her silk night shirt, her silky skin revealing itself to you more and more with each moment. You lips followed the path that you hands were taking until you sat her up, taking the shirt off her entirely.

As she settled back down, your attention was averted to her already hardening peaks, the rosy pink buds standing proud for your eyes only. Your lips enveloped her left nipple whilst your hand played with the other, rolling it between your fingers, loving the way JJ’s back arched further into your touch. You switched sides until you were happy with the moans leaving her mouth.

“Are you going to be good for me, Jen?” You asked, chuckling as her head nodded with so much anticipation.

“Yes, yes! I’ll be your good girl daddy.”

Your lips continued their descent down her body, stopping at the waistband of her shorts. You pulled away and tugged the shorts down her tanned legs, revealing the blue lace panties that clad to her heat. You could already see the wet spot that had started to form in the crotch, groaning at the sight.

Her lips parted further as you reached over to the bedside table, tying your hair up with the bobble Emily left there earlier. You settled between her legs, your mouth pressing gentle kisses to the inside of her thighs until you reached the apex of her legs. You pulled her closer to your face before you started your mission.

You licked a long stripe over the lace of her panties, tasting her wetness against your tastebuds. You looked up in time to see JJ’s head thrown back as you continue licks and kissing her mound. She was so needy and you almost felt bad for the teasing.

You pulled the underwear down her legs, letting them land somewhere with her other discarded items of clothing. Your tongue continues its assault on her pussy, rubbing tight circles on her bundle of nerves before licking through her wetness that had started to leak from her entrance. You slid two fingers into her hole, fucking into her slowly, letting her adjust to the intrusion

She was so wet, the sounds of her breathless pants and your fingers pumping into her the only sounds in the room. You curled your fingers into the spot that had her so close to cumming for you, yet you pulled out before she had chance to. You ignored her grumbles of disappointment and made your way over to your shared dresser, pulling out a large strap on and fastening it around your waist.

JJ’s eyes lit up as she saw your appendage standing tall and proud before her. You made your way over to the bed again, positioning her into a doggy style stance, lining your fake cock up with her tight pussy. Just as you went to push your length in, the door to the bathroom flung open, Emily walking into the whole situation.

“Oh my God” She moaned, her eyes admiring the view in front of her.

JJ’s body was coated in a shin sheen of sweat, her dishevelled and sticking to her forehead, whilst you were left in your boxers and bralette, the strap on huge against your hips. You pulled away from JJ and made your way over to Emily, pushing her damp towel from her body onto the carpeted floor of your bedroom. You locked lips with her as your hands immediately found her breasts, rolling the nipples between your fingers, just as you did with JJ a matter of minutes before.

“Fuck, Y/N. How many times has she cum?”

“None yet. You’re just in time, baby.” You replied guiding her back onto the bed.

You continued kissing her as JJ’s hands took over yours and her lips attached themselves to Emily’s neck. Emily’s moans left her mouth and you swallowed them up, groaning at the taste of her lips on your own. Emily could taste the remnants of JJ’s juices on your tongue, the thought making desire pool in the pit of her stomach, evident in wetness gathering at her bare core.

You and JJ laid Emily back, your fingers trailing down her sides feeling her muscles twitch beneath the tips. You watched as JJ made out with your shared partner, Emily,s hands grabbed fistfuls of her ass. You pulled JJ back harshly by her hair, a groan leaving her throat at the pleasurable pain that soared through her scalp.

“On her face.” You demanded.

I’m a matter of seconds, JJ’s legs were spread over Emily’s face, her hands gripping the headboard for support. Emily’s hands wrapped around JJ’s thighs, pulling her down onto the awaiting tongue. You spread Emily’s legs, her core already glistening.

"Fuck baby. Who's got you this wet?" You teased, your smirk evident in your voice.

"You...fuck! Y-You daddy." She admitted, a moan cutting her off halfway as your fingers slid through her wettened folds. The vibrations of her moan reverberated to JJ's core, her hips stuttering against Emily's ravenous tongue, stroking against her desperate pussy.

"And who does this pretty pussy belong to?"

"You, only you." She whimpered as your hands gripped at her pale thighs. Her voice was muffled as JJ ground herself down, needing to feel some sort of friction and she knew that Emily could provide that for her .You wrapped your hand around JJ's hair, pulling her head back yet again.

"And you? Who do you belong to?"

"Fuck yessss!!! You, you, youuu. Emily don't stop, I'm so close."

"Damn right, you both belong to me. Don't let her come, get up both of you." You tutted as JJ whined and you pulled her up by her wrist.

You positioned JJ so she was laid on the bed, her wrists above her head. You praised Emily as she passed you the cuffs from your night stand, securing them on JJ's wrist and around the metal railings of the bed. JJ moaned as she tugged on the cuffs, the metal cold against her flushed skin.

Next, was Emily. You pushed her head back between JJ's thigh, commanding her to tease her, keeping her on the edge of her release. Your one rule was that JJ couldn't finish until Emily had, the power of having them both cumming for you at the same time so thrilling and exciting.

You pulled Emily's hips up, her ass out for you. You watched as she trailed gentle kisses across JJ's thighs, revelling in the way they shook beneath her lips. You made you way over to the dresser, wanting to find some more toys as more and more dirty ideas filled your head.

You grabbed three essential items, that were the first in your mind. A vibrator, lube, and a plug. You set the items down on the end of your bed and lowered her head to Emily's behind. You tongue ran around her puckered hole, a deep groan falling from her occupied lips.

"Fuck, you feel so good." She moaned, as she shook her ass in your face. You spat on her ass as your hands moved from holding her cheeks apart, to starting to lube up the plug you had brought over for her.

You pulled away from her, smiling as she giggled at the few loose hairs that had escaped from their confines and tickled her sensitive skin. Her laughs turned into whimpers as you prodded the tip of the plug to her ass, slowly pushing it into her tight hole.

"Good girl." You praised as you pushed it to its hilt.

You pushed the vibrator towards her, her fingers wrapping around it as she questioned what you wanted her to do with it.

"Use it on Jen. I need to hear you for the next part."

She quickly obliged, one hand holding the vibrator to JJ's sensitive bud, the other arm holding her weight as you settled behind her. Your own hand wrapped around the girth of the strap on that still occupied your waist. You trailed the tip through her folds, her wetness coating the dildo.

Her mouth fell open in a silent moan as you pushed the strap-on into her awaiting entrance, all while you maintained eye contact with JJ, whose chest was heaving, her bottom lip wedged between her pearly white teeth. You stopped when you bottomed out, letting her walls adjust to the stretch; after all, this was the largest dildo you had yet introduced to either of them in the bedroom. After a few minutes, her body started to rock back into you, the rhythm matching that of the one she had set with JJ.

Despite her setting her own pace, you had to remind her who was in control tonight, and that included every last detail. Every time her hips would move away from you, you would chase them with your own, doubling up with the strokes that your strap was giving her. It wasn't long until you could tell she was getting close, with the way her hips faltering and her movements got sloppy and slower.

One of your hands grabbed her hip using it as leverage to fuck into her harder, your legs aching at the unforgiving pace you were setting. Your other hand reach around her side, playing with her bundle of nerves, eliciting a scream from her gasping lungs, JJ's orgasm hot on her tail. Emily's hips were stuttering around your cock, whilst JJ's back arched off the bed.

"Daddy! Can we come? Fuck, please?" JJ whined, her breath becoming ragged and shallow. You contemplated but the way her eyes pleaded with you and the way Emily's skin smacked against yours in a passionate fury, you couldn't deny them both of this.

"Come for me. Both of you." You demanded as you spanked Emily's pale cheeks.

The moans that bounced off the walls were hypnotising, Emily's hips stilling as her orgasm took over her senses, your hips driving into her until she was begging you to slow down or stop. Reluctantly, you slowed to a stop, giving her a minute before sliding your dick from her pussy.

"JJ, floor. On your knees." Pride flooded your veins as you watched her fall graciously to her knees in front of you, looking up at you through her thick lashes. "Suck."

Her lips immediately wrapped around the tip of the dildo, licking around the silicone. She moaned as the taste of Emily's cum flooded her tastebuds, still warm on your fake cock. Behind you, Emily moaned as her fingers ran over her clit, still dripping to the touch.

"Come here baby." You ushered her closer to you, one hand brushing her damp hair out of her face. Your other hand resided on the back of Jennifer's head, pushing her head further down onto the strap, moaning as she she gagged around you.

You watched as her own fingers worked her pussy again, both of them desperate for another release as they watched how you were treating the other. You pulled JJ's head off the dildo, a string of spit connecting her lips to the tip of it. You need to hear her moans, especially as they were mixing with Emily's raspy whines, bringing music to your ears.

They were both close again. You praised Emily but you knew that JJ would appreciate a different approach from you. You pulled your hand from the side of Emily's face and swung it until it slapped against the side of JJ's cheek. It was new and unexpected, which you could tell from the way Emily's hand slowed itself and JJ's eyes widened with shock. However, what you wasn't expecting was the loud, guttural moan that left JJ's parted lips, her hand moving faster between her legs, until the thighs were trembling. It wasn't hard enough to cause serious pain but hard enough to leave a faint red mark on her skin.

"More..please, daddy. More!" You wasn't exactly sure what she was begging for you to do, but you did the first thing that popped into your head. Your hand dropped to her neck, fingers squeezing at either side putting pressure on her windpipe.

"Holy fuck, Y/N. She looks so hot like that." Emily moaned, her hips bucking against her hand as she chased her high.

You couldn't help but agree. The way JJ's face started to go slightly red, a vein revealing itself on her temple. And the smile she wore as her orgasm hit her. Fuck, you couldn't think straight, they both looked so perfect in this moment. You let go of her neck as they both came down from their highs.

You threw all the toys to the floor, including the one that adorned your waist. You helped JJ from the floor and settled her on the bed, not sure if you could trust her legs to carry her, even if it was only a short distance. You all settled in bed, you in the middle and each woman had their head layed on either side of your chest. You wrapped your arms around them both lovingly, one hand running its fingers through JJ's golden mane, the other trailing intricate patterns on Emily's arm.

You chuckled as you heard their breathing even own, small snores leaving Emily's mouth, although she insisted that she never snored. You pressed a kiss to both of their heads before pulling the blanket over their sleeping forms, with much difficulty, with both women clinging to your body.

"Goodnight, my angels. I love you both."

And with that, you all fell asleep, the nights activities finally catching up with you.

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[clawsdevour]

tied to you

wc: 1.3k content warning: smut, bondage, slight bdsm, friends w/ benefits, some degradation, slight humiliation, mouth fuck, not proofread, shitty writing, multi-fandom x reader

note: hihi whoevers reading this its kinda like my first time writing something more darkish in terms of smut idk how to explain??? bc i was kinda interested trying my hand at writing bondage and whatnot so um hopefully its at least ok???

*:･ﾟ✧

“Does it hurt if I tighten it like this?” are the words you hear as the red ropes grip around your curves, tightening at every given movement.

“No, it actually feels good.” You always wanted to try this fantasy of yours that you’ve seen on a variety of different medias. It’s a way to stimulate and satisfy you through bondage, essentially meaning being tied up. You thought this way of pleasure was very intriguing at first glance, being able to feel pleasure through being binded tightly by strings. Since you had a friends with benefits relationship, you wanted to experiment this with your partner.

“You look so hot right now, you know that. Can’t move, just tied up for me. Ha.. I can’t help but get hard just by looking at you,” your partner grins. Skin starting to come to a slight bruising the more you move. The tight rope just barely hitting your bare perky rosy nipples, making your tits spill out of the red rope. You grinded yourself on the rope that was right in between your folds, letting out silent moans while soaking the cords with your wet fluids. Your ass is fully exposed with each cheek separated along the lines of the cords. You were currently kneeling on your bed, with the ropes digging into your skin, hands binded behind your back as well as your ankles. He’s standing, watching and observing the ropes tightly against your skin right in front of you. You watch as your partner’s hard on keeps reaching its peak, watching it grow. You want to see it closer and maybe even give him a reward for tying you up so well.

“Take your pants off, I’ll suck you off” confidently you said to him, underestimating what he’s gonna do since you’re in a pretty vulnerable state. He raises an eyebrow, shooting you a look of surprise.

“Anything you want for looking so gorgeous,” shuffling off his pants and sliding down his boxers. The moment his dick popped out and recoiled off his stomach, you start salivating looking at his length and thickness. He steps closer to you and watches as you try to catch it into your mouth. Obviously, you needed his hand to guide you if he wanted you to suck him off! He couldn’t help but laugh at you for wanting to suck his cock so bad in an attempt to humiliate you.

“You’re so silly. If you want it that bad you have to beg for it,” Holding his dick still, he starts smacking you multiple times in the face as he lets out a low chuckle. You can’t help but givehim a dirty look for his tauntings. Fueling your irritation you blurted out at him.

“Just put it in my mouth already dickhead! Fuck you, stop teasing m-” the warm thick dick of his, stuffs your mouth completely hitting the back of your throat. You let out a groan from his sudden thrust. His hands gripped handfuls of your lucious locs as he pushed your head further down. Feeling it prob the back of your throat made you gag, causing him to jerk it back out. Coughing violently, tears started to sting your eyes as your body reacted.

“Well? I did what you said you wanted me to do. What do you wanna do next, hmm?” the sincerity in his low voice made you wanna clock him right there. Obviously, since you’re binded, you can’t. All yo ucould do was be angry. Although he was right, he did give you what you wanted and you can’t prove him wrong. Shit, your brain thought out of all people I chose to try bondage with this fucker?? Well, it’s like you had no other friends with benefits to try this out with. Recovering from his impulsive move, you might as well continue. Well.. you were gonna anyway since you’re quite literally tied up. You let out one big sigh which made him respond with a loud huff.

“I.. I want to…” what you’re about to say, just the thought of saying out loud in front of this guy is enough to make you die of embarrassment. You knew what you wanted to say but couldn’t spit them out. He watched you struggle with your words for a good minute with his eyebrow raised and arms crossed against his toned chest.

“Just say it bitch, I don’t get what you’re picking at here…” he sighs and scratches his head trying to figure out what you’re saying in his thick skull. You can’t help but look down turning a red hue, completely humiliated with what you’re gonna tell him to do.

“I want you to mouth fuck me,” he’s staring at you like you’ve gone mad and turned into a whole different person than he usually has sex with. Your words sent chills up his spine, he wouldn’t expect this even if you’ve never became friends with benefits.

“I.. Uh, are you sure..??” you nod, staring him down making him gulp. Opening your mouth wide for him, he intoxicates your warm plush mouth with his thick cock. His girth making your eyes tear up, his hands reach for the back of your head as he start moving in deeper. As he thrusts your head over and over on his dick, your body moved with him. The squelches sounds squeaked out of your mouth while your bedsheets shuffled. The tension coming from the ropes on your body restrain you from moving even further. You can’t help but moan from the friction the cords produced on your skin and intimate areas, causing a bright red to start fading in. The thin sheen layer of sweat starting to show up on your bare flesh as you took in his cock.

“Shit this feels so good” seductively was heard from above. Looking up at him, he was enjoying himself as much as you were. His tender muscular build mixed in with his musky scent and sweat, as his cock rubs harshly against your gummy mouth.

His rough pace quickens as if your sloppy, swollen lips were now his own personal fleshlight moving at his own rate. Your cheeks hollowing and altering back to normal as you suction on his dick. The moment your eyes rolled back was the moment he started to twitch in your mouth, knowing he’s coming to a close.

“I’m gonna cum.. Do you want it in your mouth, you filthy whore?” you tried hard to shake your head. Gross anything but his cum in your mouth. Feeling your shake, he was at least nice enough to respect your decision. Right as he pulled out leaving you exhausted and gasped with your sore coarse throat. He instantly pumps his cock with his hand, releasing explosions of his thick sticky fluids flying onto your sweaty, tear stained face. 

His essence dripped down onto the rest of your body and the ropes that bruised and turned your skin into different shades. You were beyond exhausted and overstimulated from the rope rubbing against your most sensitive parts. Your partner couldn’t help but stand for a moment, letting him catch his breath, watching you regain your composure. 

“Augh.. shit” you can’t help but cough overwhelmingly after getting your throat fucked severely like that. Droplets were still streaming down as your body reacted to what it’s just been put through. His warm touch swipes your tears off the surfaces of your cheek.

“Sorry. I was a bit harsh with you, wasn’t I?” untying the rope from your body, you collapse in his heated embrace as he reaches for a tissue to wipe his cum off of you.

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[hockeybabe]

Family Skate | M.Knies

Not my gif

Parings: Matthew Knies x gf!reader

Summary: you and mattthew are new to the dating scene and he makes it official to the public by inviting you to the family skate.

Warnings: pure fluff, swearing, insecurities, kissing, slight cocky Knies, ngl rushed af

Word count: 756

Note: this has been in my drafts for a while. Also requests are open, send them in! And I saw Olivia Rodrigo!!!!

The moment you met Matthew, you two instantly clicked. You had lived in Toronto your entire life working for the leafs. To the team you were like their little sister and the John well you were like his kid. When the leafs called up Matthew you had lost your apartment and John was there to help you.

So gradually you lived with the Tavares residence, along with Matthew becoming professional babysitters for John and Aryne. But what the outside world didn’t know was that you and Matthew were a little more involved with each other than just friends. 

You were a couple. One that you kept away from the world because of people not always being accepting. It was your idea. You had seen it happen to so many and while they could handle it; you weren’t sure you could. However, after multiple talks with Aryne and other girlfriends, they finally convinced you to be shown off.

And what better to have it done at the family skate.

“Babe, you ready.” Matt called for you pulling on his jersey. “Yeah.” You said fixing you scarf and pulling your hair out. “How do I look.” You turned around showing him your outfit which consisted of a handmade leafs jacket with his name on it and black leggings. 

Matthew stared down at you with a cheeky smile gabbing you hands at your sides and leant down giving you a kiss. “You look perfect.” He mumbled. “We should probably get going.” He said heading for the door. As he walked away you slowly feel your nerves creeping up. Matthew notices you lack of presence.

“Y/n,” he calls out. “Everything alright?” He asks once you come to the door. “What if they don’t like me?” You asked, twiddling your thumbs. “Who’s not gonna like you?” He asks clueless making you groan. “The fans, you dummy.” You placed your hands on his chest, looking up at him. “What are they gonna do? You’re mine and I’m yours. They’re just gonna have to accept that.” He says, putting loose hair behind your ear.

“But-” “If they judge, they judge don’t let them tear you apart. I love you.” He says, opening the door. “I love you too.” You mumble. “What was that?” You groan, “I love you too.” You said louder. “That’s my girl.” He said, watching you exit the house and getting into the car.

Once you guys got to the rink, you trailed behind Matthew as he waved to the fans what you didn’t expect were the amount of fans calling your name. You had no clue how they knew who you were, but they were cheering for you.

“Looks like you don’t need to impress anyone.” Matthew turned around, looking down at you with a smirk. You gave him a smile, tightening your grip on his hand as you gave shy waves to the fans. When you finally got to the rink, you sat beside Steph. “Looks like they love you.” She commented.

“Could be a facade.” You shrug. “Fans are brutally honest about liking people. I guess they realized that because you've been dating for a while, then there’s nothing they can do.” She said as she watched Mitch and Matthew grab their girl's skates.

“Hi baby,” Matt said, kneeling down and tying your skates as you told him when it was tight enough. “You know you’re going to be dragging me everywhere, right?” You laugh. Matthew chuckled, “I got you.” Once your laces were fully tied, you took his hands and walked to the rink.

Matthew set foot into the ice first and took your hands, holding you tightly as you slightly wobbled in his grasp. “You doing great.” He cheered as he strides across the ice, pulling you with him. When the two of you passed close by the fans, they’d gush about how cute you two looked.

“Have I told you how gorgeous you look with rosy cheeks?” He smirked, making you blush. “I would slap your chest, but I’d probably fall.” You grunt. “And now you’re saying you’ll fall for me. How great.” He gave you a goofy smile, making you groan.

“Thank you.” You said to him. “For what?” He asked, confused. “For letting me see past the negatives. I love you.” You said quietly. “What was that?” He said, leaning down. “I love you.” “I love you too.” He responded by leaning down giving you a kiss as the other players' sticks clacked with the ice as they cheered with their partners. 

[recklessmatt]

safety net - m.s ⋆°•☁︎⋆

PAIRING: matt sturniolo x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 1K

GENRE(S): established relationship au, fluffy and kinda sad

SUMMARY: matt helps you through an anxiety/panic attack

WARNINGS: anxiety and self doubt

the past few days have been quite rough for you from balancing your relationship, work, school, family, friends, the list can go on. but all of it has made you extremely stressed. you do a good job of holding up your composure in front of everyone, especially matt, but as of recently, your anxiety levels have been going up higher and higher.

you let out a big breath, fingers aching after rapidly typing on the keyboard, along with the blinding white light coming from your laptop, there were textbooks scattered everywhere on the desk. you were in a time crunch trying to finish up this last assignment so you can start the next one. you decided to take a small break by going on your phone to see all the notifications you missed from the last couple hours. you open up your phone seeing your messages from matt.

as you read all the messages from matt you start to smile to yourself. matt has also been struggling with anxiety and he’s been doing so well. you’re so proud of him but you’re also kind of jealous. he’s in a good place right now and you wish you also could be in a good place. you shake those thoughts away, send a quick reply, and put your phone away. break has been a bit too long for your liking. you turn your attention back to your screen trying to finish up the last bit of your assignment.

minutes pass but your mind is everywhere, it’s on everything and anything except for the thing you need it to focus on right now. you feel your heartbeat quicken, you close your eyes and start taking deep breaths in and out. usually this works for you but at the moment, it’s starting to do the opposite.

you can’t even finish this one little assignment. you’re gonna screw everything up. you’re so fucking weak. tears starting to well up in your eyes, short breaths leaving your mouth. you stand up leaving the mess on the desk to get some air. it doesn’t work. you can feel the tears fall from your eyes falling down your rosy cheeks, throat starting to close up, you bring a hand to your neck trying to get ahold of yourself.

you’re such a fucking failure. you’re gonna let everyone in your life down. your chest rose and fell at a rapid place and you lost it. you fell to the ground on your knees letting out a sob. you couldn’t stop crying, it was all coming at you at once. you were on the ground for what felt like hours. crying, shaking, breath heaving,

“baby? where are you?” you hear the door open and footsteps getting closer. you couldn’t let matt see you like this, you were doing so well keeping your composure in front of him. but you couldn’t calm down, you brought your hand to your mouth trying to silent the cries. the thought of matt seeing you like this made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. you hear footsteps getting even closer and you let out a muffled sob.

matt takes a peek in the room and he sees you curled up on the ground silently sobbing, holding a hand to your chest. his face dropped and immediately crouched down, bringing you onto his lap, pulling you into his chest. matt knew it all too well to know what was happening. he moves your hair away from your face as you continue to sob into his chest and holding onto him for dear life. he squeezed his eyes shut hearing the cries leave your mouth, hearing you pains him. he did what he knew that helped him through his attacks.

“you’re okay pretty girl. you’re doing so good.” he says kissing you on the forehead and continuously rubbing your back.

“hey, baby, i need you to look at me.” you look up at him with glossy eyes making his heart break.

“i want you to breathe with me okay? take a deep breath in and out okay?” matt breathes in and out slowly. you continue looking at him in the eyes trying to follow his breathing.

“good job baby. keep breathing for me love.” he gives a small smile continuing the breathing pattern. you continue to take deep breaths in and out staring into his eyes, you eventually come to a regular breathing pattern and have calmed down a bit.

“good good good. you did wonderful baby.” matt cups your face, soothingly rubs his thumb against your cheeks and gives you a kiss on your pink lips. he embraces you and pets your head.

a moment of silent passes, “do you wanna talk about it?” matt asks still petting your head. you take a deep breath in.

“im just stressed.” your voice comes out a little shaky. “these past few days have taken a huge toll on me. trying to balance out everything that’s going on and it just got too much for me.” you continue. matt pulls you away from his chest to look at you.

“why didn’t you tell me baby?” he brushes a hair away from your face again, he looks a little hurt you didn’t come to him. you feel tears start to form again feeling bad.

“i’m sorry.” you say shakily.

“you were in such a good place i didn’t wanna bring you down.” a tear falls from your eye, matt swipes it away with his thumb.

“you could never love. you’re my safety net for when im down, and im your safety net for when you’re down.” you smile, closing your eyes, feeling his lips on your forehead.

“it pains me to hear you going through this by yourself, i want you to come to me whenever you start having another attack or when you just wanna talk and i will do the same okay?” he says, cupping your cheeks staring deeply into your eyes. you nod, quivering your bottom lip on the verge of tears. matt kisses your pretty pouty lips.

“i love you my pretty girl.”

“i love you more.” you say kissing him again.

taglist: @luverboychris

authors note: HEHE hi again back w a lil story but this time fluffy in honor of valentine’s day 🙏🙏 and hella short lowkey oops, and im also obsessed w this song which inspired me to write this, fanks for reading love you mwah matt smut is next 🤓 happy valentine’s day my sexy human beings 🫶

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[cinnahoons]

𝐁𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌! ₊‧.°.⋆🫧•˚₊‧⋆.

𖦹ׂ 𓈒 🐇 જ⁀➴ riki helps you dye your hair on the floor of your bedroom, but did you really have to pick that color?

nishimura riki x fem!reader; wc 1.8k; genres pure fluff, established relationship; cw none; notes i edited a riki selca for this drabble who’s gonna congratulate me!!! + i listened to magnetic by illit 5000 times while writing

there’s a knock at your door, gentle, and then it’s swinging open, a chestnut colored blur with the tall, lanky figure of your blonde-haired boyfriend appearing behind it.

“‘kay, i got it,” he murmurs, slipping his shoes off and padding with socked feet over to where you’re sprawled on the floor of your bedroom. you push down against the carpet with your palms, groaning with the effort of having to sit up from the comfortable position you’d been in. riki sits down next to you, crossing his legs.

in his hand is a box of l’oreal hair dye, a light bubblegum pink. he fiddles with the packaging a little, his eyebrows furrowed as he tears the top part of the box off gently. you reach over in excitement, tongue poking out as you take the box from his hands and pull out the packet inside.

“it’s gonna look so cute,” you gush, reaching for the small extra bowl you and riki had brought into your room earlier when you’d bleached your hair. you’d long since opened the windows, the acrid smell of the bleach almost completely faded. it had been risky work, what with the running risk of dropping bleach onto the carpet, but you’d managed to pull through.

riki glances at you from the corner of his eye, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

“i still can’t believe you want pink,” he murmurs, watching as you tear open the packet and pour the color into the bowl. he makes a face at the small mountain of rosy paste, the strings of his large, plush hoodie twirled around his finger. “it’s the worst color ever.”

you pout at him, handing the bowl to your boyfriend as per the usual routine.

“i think it’s pretty.” you maneuver your body around so that your back is facing riki, your freshly bleached hair freed from any elastics. “you don’t think it’s gonna look good?”

there’s a little sigh, and then you feel hands in your hair, pulling out a section at the bottom of your head and tying the rest up with an elastic. riki reaches into the bowl of color with a bare hand, ignoring the brush (he stopped using it after the first couple times he’d done this for you in the last years), and takes a small amount onto his fingers. a moment passes, and then he’s raking the color into your hair, tugging ever-so-gently at your scalp as he massages the dye into every last strand.

you hum contentedly, allowing the boy to help you as you fiddle absentmindedly with the fabric of his socked foot. he wiggles his toes—an action that he knows you find adorable despite its childish implications—causing a giggle to float out of your chest. sunlight from your open window beams against your face, yet it somehow isn’t as warm as your boyfriend’s presence behind you.

“since it’s you,” he starts, leaning closer to squint at a strand before thumbing on an extra bit of color, “it’ll look good. even if it’s pink.” he says the last part a bit downcast, eyes trained on the (no doubt sickening, in his opinion) pink bowl of dye sitting between his legs. the words come out like they’ve literally taken years off of his life, to which you’re only able to roll your eyes fondly.

a couple more minutes pass, and riki’s about halfway done with your hair. you’re rocking side to side, humming the tune to a random song as he works. eventually, you decide there’s no better pastime than to annoy your boyfriend.

“how much do i have to pay you to get you to say i chose the perfect color?”

there’s silence, and then riki is snorting, putting his hands up to your head again to massage slowly against your scalp.

“don’t push it.”

a smile creeps onto your face. your eyes flutter shut to the comforting feeling of his fingers in your hair, breathing in slowly through your nose.

“name a currency. dollars? gift cards? new jewelry?”

he starts to laugh, then. it’s a tinkly sound that sets a nerve alight in your brain, bubbling and fizzing like a little can of sweet, syrupy soda. your smile widens, and even though riki can only see your back, you’re sure he knows.

“i’m trying so hard not to call you an idiot right now.” his own smile is apparent through his voice, a lilt to it like he’s fighting to keep the corners of his lips down.

a warm feeling spreads in your chest. you have so much adoration for the boy carding pink fingers through your hair, from his way-oversized hoodie to his wriggly toes. it’s taking all the strength you can physically muster not to lean back and get hair dye all over the both of you, just to be wrapped in his embrace.

“what about kisses?” you supply cheekily. riki pauses, his hands stilling in your hair. after a moment, he says:

“...i can be persuaded.”

he pulls his fingers from your hair at the same moment that you start to turn around, resting with your knees to the floor as you come face to face with your boyfriend again. he’s giving you his best glower—although it’s definitely more of a goofy cartoon rendition, at best. you giggle at him.

“hurry up,” he mutters, a pink flush to his cheeks as he eyes the dye plastered all over your previously bleached-blond hair.

you wobble on your knees a little as you crawl closer, fitting between his legs and bracing your hands against his shoulders.

“i’m about to give you the best kiss of your life,” you tell him, your voice dripping in mock seriousness. he squints at you, a smile playing at his lips.

“pink is the greatest color of all time,” he blurts, like the words are acid, his eyes closing immediately in waiting. you gaze at his face for a second, mapping his moles like constellations, your eyes drifting over his pouty lips and landing square on the tip of his nose.

where you’ll do it is no contest, really, because you’re leaning in to press a sweet butterfly kiss against his nose without much more than a split-second decision. he waits for a beat longer, eyes still closed, before he pops one open to reveal a confused brown iris.

“you cheated,” he deadpans, his face cupped in your hands. you brush a thumb over his eyebrow before letting go, backing away from him with a teasing smile.

“no i didn’t. i kissed you, like i said i would.”

“that wasn’t a real one,” he grumbles, grabbing your shoulders and maneuvering you around gently so that you’re sitting with your back to him once again. you laugh, the sound sticky and sweet in your chest.

“i didn’t know there was such a thing as a fake kiss.”

“whatever,” he replies, swatting at your shoulder with no force. “i didn’t need one anyway.” then there are hands in your hair again, slipping against your scalp to finish the final section near your forehead.

“‘m sorry,” you giggle, even though you’re not.

he finishes shortly, and you stand up on wobbly, slightly numb legs. you pad across your room, turning on the light in your bathroom, with riki whisking away the empty bowls you’d left behind and bringing them to your sink. he works on washing them as you slip into the shower, rosy rivulets of water running down your body like unicorn tears. you can’t help but to shiver a little, the cold water rinsing your hair sending goosebumps all across your skin.

riki hands you a towel when you step out, one that’s already stained with a myriad of different dyes from your past hair adventures. you towel up your hair, dressing quickly in the pajamas you'd been wearing while riki finishes rinsing off his hands in the sink.

when he turns around he’s squinting at you, pulling the towel off your head even as you protest weakly. your fresh, pink hair tumbles down, and riki chuckles to himself as he grabs a hairbrush.

the motions are familiar, the comfortable silence permeating the routine tugging at your heartstrings like gentle rain. the brush runs through your locks with sweet fervor, smoothing any knots that might have formed in the shower. in the end, your hair air-dries, the color in its final form a lovely shade of shiny pink.

“oh,” riki says, staring at you with a completely blank look on his face. but his voice sounds like he’d just come to the realization of the century. “it’s pretty.”

something about it—the way he’s a steely revelation of nothing, and yet he’s brimming with something like fond curiosity, is so completely riki that you could die. happiness surges in your throat, and the soda can in your brain pops open again, the same sugary sweet bubbles from earlier zipping off like little candied neurons.

“yeah?” you mumble, fighting to keep a wide grin from invading your face.

he nods silently, blond bangs flopping against his face.

“i told you, didn’t i?

he purses his lips for a second before his mouth is twisting into a smile, a quiet laugh tumbling from his chest.

“you did.”

you walk closer to him, giggling. he reaches out, letting you clutch at his forearms for balance. and then you’re smiling at him, and neither of you are saying anything but it somehow feels like you’ve said it all.

he shifts, cupping warm, bubblegum hands over your cheeks. the staining reaches just past his palms—like raw, honest evidence of the way he loves you.

and then he’s leaning in, bumping his nose against yours intentionally before hes titling a little to the right, your lips meeting in a soft kiss.

his hands slip to the back of your head, blending in with your soft pink locks. as he kisses you, lips slotted against yours tenderly, his fingers twirl in your hair.

you break apart with shy smiles, heat in your face and a staticky buzz in your head. riki lips are pink, and he pulls his hands away from you to run them through his hair.

“transaction completed,” you giggle, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“oh, shut up,” he replies, screwing his face up in gentle amusement, and then surging forward to tackle you with a hug.

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at the end of the day, when riki’s grabbing his stuff and getting ready to drive back to his house for the night, you decide to take a picture together.

he stands behind you, pink-stained hands wrapping around your torso to rest on your stomach. his head dips down to rest on your shoulder while you hold your phone up to snap a picture in the full-length mirror standing before you.

a lone, pink stripe of hair rests against riki’s face, a shock of color against the light blonde of the rest of his head.

he kisses you on the cheek.

click!

tags! @tyunni @vousty

[melodic-haze]

Okay, hear me out. Having the power over the Tsaritsa herself

If we get Arle our levels should surely surpass and manage to get the ice woman herself under our thumb.. RAHSHSHHAHD the thought alone makes me so turned on Imaginee???

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Tsaritsa x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Degredation 🤷‍♀️✌️ one day I will use this part for something genuinely worrying like someone dying idk but today is NOT that day

☆ — NOTES: When I tell you I stared before screaming in sheer glee 😭😭😭 LIKE THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME AND MY POWER FANTASIES HALLELUJAH

God I love having powerful women at my feet ty YESSIR I CAN IMAGINE IT AND I'M GOING INSANE❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

This woman was once a goddess so full of love, only for her heart to harden once she ran out of love to give :(((( it's up to you to give her that love again 🥰

In all seriousness though it is such a PRIVILEGE to be let past the many walls she has made for herself, let alone being able to hold her heart in your hands. Please hold it gently :( I know you lot wanna get on with it already but the path towards loving and domming this archon is! Very difficult! But in the end it's so worth it :333 bc she will show you pure, utter love and devotion—it'll have everyone, especially the Harbingers, jealous of such a connection, though whether they're jealous of you for being in the arms of their Tsaritsa or they're jealous of their GOD being the receiver of your love is anyone's guess

Ofc there's always the option where you date the Harbingers too but like that isn't the focus here shhhhh 🤫🤫🤫🤫

Once you have gained her full trust, now all you need is to reassure her that it's okay to put down her crown whenever it's just the two of you. It'll certainly take a while again, but when she finally has the courage to let go and essentially give you the reigns, well...

It started off with the same sort of song-and-dance, with the two of you kissing each other deeply as your hands roamed around each other's bodies.. yet usually none of your actions have ever gone beyond simply feeling each other up and building up that excitement before simply letting it down lightly and settling for something less.. carnal.

This time, however, it's as if some hidden switch had been found—you know not of what spurred your beloved archon to get more starved for touch than usual, with her hands wandering within the confines of your clothing and brushing onto bare skin, but you weren't complaining in the least.. though you couldn't help but feel confused.

It is only when she backs you up and pushes you down onto the bed before straddling your lap with a brand new look in her eyes, so utterly clouded with need, that you realise what she wants.

"Are you sure? You know I don't mind waiting for as long as you need."

"And how long will you last in this world before it takes you from me too?" The Tsaritsa shakes her head with a sad smile as she focuses on you despite the lustful daze she's in, "No, I am ready to be taken by you, in both body and soul."

You couldn't help but soften at your lover's confession, warmth filling you despite the cold radiating off her skin—something of a side effect from being the Cryo Archon, you had guessed—and just a touch of melancholy brushing against your heart as she speaks of her fear for the loss of you.

It's not as if you were going to simply discard such a proclamation, especially when it comes from the Goddess of Love herself, so you gently brush a hand on her cheek before moving down to squeeze her bicep in reassurance, "If that is what my Archon wants, then--"

"No."

"No?"

"Within the confines of this room, I do not want to be above your stature." She wraps her hands around your neck, causing you to shiver pleasantly at the icy contact, "I wish to be equals.. and..."

"And..?"

Her voice was quieter this time, a lot more bashful as she looks away with a rosy tint on her cheeks, "Perhaps even.. below you.. with a loss of my power."

"..You're sure?"

"Yes, I..." She lets out a light exhale before looking at you with true sincerity in her eyes, "I trust you with full control over me."

You try to find the words that seem appropriate to answer with, and yet you find none. So you kiss her tenderly at first.. before deepening the kiss, taking charge as you pull her towards you.

When she lets out a low moan of satisfaction, you couldn't help but smile as you proceeded beyond the line that the two of you were initially hesitant to cross.

Anyways after that, you have the feared Tsaritsa at the palm of your hand, ready and eager to do what you'd want to do ☺️☺️☺️☺️

Imagine being gentle with her at first, showing her soooo much love in your actions as you kiss and touch and worship her body. Her breaths are heavy and deep, perhaps even hot if it weren't for the fact that they came out as cold fogs. In fact, she's cautious at first due to her being very cold, her body temperature SO unlike yours but you tell her that it's okay!!! It'll feel even better anyway 🫶 why?

Temperature play ☺️☺️☺️ she's naturally really cold, so if you put your finger in her sopping cunt, your warmth is doing basically like half the work for you. Start adding friction into the equation, moving your digits inside her as you pepper hot kisses on pale skin and let your tongue swirl on her breasts, and she'll be squirming in basically no time due to how hot your touch feels compared to hers 🫶🫶🫶🫶

THEN you get rougher with her; adding more force into your touch and you start getting more relentless by the second and preventing her from actually taking a moment. The moment you say something degrading towards her by pure accident, you swear it just slipped out, at first you think you've made a GRAVE mistake like yk she said that you can do whatever but YOU DON'T THINK SHE MEANT??? THAT!!!!!!! But when a whine escapes her lips as her eyes nearly roll to the back of her head, her wet folds squeezing your fingers all the while, you realise she LIKES that. And that's like. Holy shit she trusts you THAT much that she's LETTING you essentially ruin her and her godly image

The moment you mutter both words of praise AND degredation is the moment she's gonna be SOOOO GONEEEEEEE❗️❗️❗️

"You're sucking me in," you mused out loud with a light smirk. "Who knew the Cryo Archon turned out to be such a pretty whore... For someone like me, no less."

She bucks her hips up with a raspy moan at your words, the sound absolutely sinful to your ears, despite the fact that at the state she was in, there was no way she understood most of what you said. Her skin flushed and her lips swollen because of you, the once ever-so-frigid archon was reduced to a pathetic mess.

Of course such a scene was an ego boost for you, not to mention a turn on.

Your lips traced a line all the way down, from her lips.. to her chest.. to her abdomen.. until it brushes her sensitive clit, your breath hot against cold skin. You feel her fingers tangle themselves in your hair, gripping tightly in anticipation and need for you to do whatever it is you wanted to do.

"My beautiful girl is so eager for me, aren't you?" You cooed as your free hand airily grazed the outside of her thigh before gripping onto it, "Don't worry your pretty little head, hm? I'll give you sooo much love, you won't even know what to do with it all."

All it took was one lick with your tongue, the muscle so unbearably hot to her touch, for the Tsaritsa to realise that you were going to make good on that promise of yours.

SHE'LL TAKE EVERYTHING WITHOUT A WORD OF COMPLAINT UGGHGB in fact she'll even DELIGHT in the change of roles, in the way that you're happily using and toying with her :3333

Overstimming her would be SO MUCH FUN because of the temperature build-up. Not to mention if you say that you love her??? Oh FUCK her reaction is delightful—she'll start fucking CRYING, both at the overstim and the fact that you truly love her and you were willing to show it in every way you can :((((( and suddenly she's seeing STARS behind her eyelids as she cums herself silly :3

From that and the later sessions you have, it's very clear who TRULY holds the reigns between you 🫶🫶🫶🫶 and with the Tsaritsa, who needs and DESERVES a break from being looked down upon as some......some antagonist in Teyvat's story, well. She wouldn't have it any other way 🥰

Oh. One more thing before this is done!!! She's an EXPERT at aftercare hello she's not the (former) Goddess of Love for nothing, just saying..........just give her a few mins to recover first. Or maybe an hour. Just give her a moment 😭😭😭 OR ALTERNATIVELY PAMPER HER AFTERWARDS❗️❗️❗️❗️ Take care of her, you'll see her cry again, something she'd usually refuse to do around everyone else, and you just gotta hug her and tell her you're here and it's okay and that you love her :((((

[0nlyn3l]

𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞

𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐩𝐨𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

It was the year 2018, and the Cullen family, Bella and Renesmee included had been living in Atlanta for the past 2 years.

Of course they had moved around about, twice more since forks but by far, Atlanta was their favourite place.

There was also a new edition to the family: Rosalie had found her mate.

A south Asian history student at Yale university she had met in 2012 when the Cullen’s decided to ditch high school and try out college.

They bumped into eachother on the way to class and couldn’t help but both notice they had the same, rare eye colour; knowing immediately what they both were.

Now it was 2025 and Emmett was the odd one out.

The lonely one.

The third wheel.

Carlisle had Esme, Jasper had Alice, Rosalie had max, Edward had Bella.

Hell, even Renesmee had Jake.

Why was he so different.

As he stood in his engineering gear in the practical room at the college he had an internship at, he focused intently on his teacher, showing how to weld different metals.

His do I was cut off at the door behind him opening and quick footsteps making their presence known.

“Apologies Mr. Jones, my alarm didn’t ring this morning” a voice said, causing Emmett to snap his head behind him.

He was speechless.

In came a girl, not too short but not really tall either.

She had messy curls tied up in a bun and looked as if the uniform on her body was swallowing her whole.

She was tanned and had the deepest chocolate coloured eyes he had ever seen.

“It’s alright miss y/l/n, just find a space to stand and observe”

The girl pushing her bag on a hanger and shuffled clumsily to a spot to the left of the teacher.

For the rest of the lecture, Emmett couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

He observed the way she sniffled at the cold, the way she covered her yawn at obvious fatigue, and the way she blushed when the teacher introduced her to the rest of the class.

Now it was time for the students to pair off and work of a piece together.

The confident vampire wasted no time to approach the one of three girls in his class and offered to help her catch up.

~

“So how come you only started this course now?”

Emmett asked about 20 minutes into the project.

Y/n looked up at him with her eyebrows raised before replying.

“Well, I used to take English literature but decided to quit on the second day. Then I was studying medicine but that didn’t last long. So I started the theory civil engineering course and fell in love so the professor put me here at the physical engineering class” she stated wiping her oil stained forehead.

He gawked at her in awe.

She was the epitome of perfection, all his favourite things combined.

“Wanna go out?” He asked bluntly. In return, her eyes widened in confusion and she chuckled nervously.

“It’s a bit early don’t you think, I mean, I don’t even know your last name”

“Well, we all gotta start somewhere. Whatd’ya say sugar?” A smirk lingered on his lips and mischief reflected on his eyes.

Surely he was on some next level drug or he wasn’t mentally stable she thought to herself. But as she gazed as his wide eyes and rosy lips, she contemplated giving in.

Of course she didn’t have feelings for him, they had just met. But she couldn’t deny his good looks and muscular build.

“Why not, I’ll go out with you”

Emmett swore he could’ve felt his unbeating heart skip a beat and his imaginary blood flow to his cheeks.

“Woah, okay, tomorrow for lunch, I’ll pick you up?”

She gave a slight nod before walking out of the practical room.

~

Now finishing her look, she took her braids out of her bonnet, tying them in a low half up half down with two front pieces framing her face.

Checking her phone, she noticed a text from Emmett that he was right outside her door.

She quickly smoothed down her yellow sundress before making her way downstairs and straight out of the house.

However, when Emmett said he was outside her door, she didn’t think he was literally by the door, causing her to ungracefully bump into him and fall backwards.

Before her bum hit the floor, Emmett quickly grabbed into her, holding her upright.

“All okay ?” He chuckled in amusement at her clumsiness.

~

Emmett had driven her to a book shop-turned cafe for a light lunch and hot drinks.

He ordered food; didn’t eat, instead he nurtured his unnaturally sweetened hot chocolate in his cold hands staring at her as she described her family.

Y/n had ordered a ham and cheese toasty, quickly gone straight into her stomach.

“And my dad… well, he’s my dad” she chuckled awkwardly as she struggled to find an accurate adjective.

“Right so, stubborn older sister, angelic little brother, glamorous mother and monotone dad.. and I right?”

“Better than I could’ve put it”

The rest of the afternoon was spent with laugher, an arm around her shoulders and discussion of childhood.

Y/n had learned that Emmett was attacked by a bear as a kid. Surprisingly, he survived.

But now, as he walked her to her front door from his car, they found themselves holding hands before they came to a halt.

“This is me I guess” y/n smiled.

“You looked beautiful tonight y/n” Emmett stated as he took in her current appearance. The porch light turned her brown eyes, golden and gave her skin an ethereal glow. She looked like an angel.

“Thank you Emmett. I really enjoyed tonight”

That was emmett’s queue to lean in to kiss her.

However before his lips could touch hers, she placed her hand on his hard chest, pushing him back gently.

“Not yet Mr. Cullen. Take me on another date first”

And with that, he was left grinning like an idiot as she closed her red door in front of him.