#need to kiss her back as i fuck her from behind
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‘𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭!’
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! period sex, vampire!choso, oral (choso eats you out on your period), some fingering, thumb in ass, praise, slut used once, daddy/mama, pussy drunk/cock drunk/hints of mindbreak/overstimulation, light dacryphilia, squirting, creampie, choso is a lil cocky in this one cause he knows he is rocking your coochie
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 MY FEELINGS, cause if these leaks are true I'm crying, Imma make myself feel better with choso smut
Fey: @maxellera the speed at which I wrote this, the way this consumed my body soul and cookie coochie 😫
Choso softly licks your puffy sore clit eliciting a whine from you as you twist your hips away. You’re trembling, tears rolling down your cheeks, cunt dripping cum and blood onto the soft fluffy towel.
He sweet croons, “One more princess please you taste so good.” You spread your legs, and grab onto the pillow trying to brace yourself. When he gently spreads your lips apart to admire your beautiful soaking wet cunt.
“Good girl, you look beautiful crying with your legs spread apart like a slut. I can't think about anything other that what I want to do to your pretty lil’ cunt.” Choso kisses your clit and lips, gliding his tongue into bloody cunt with a loudly groan.
Choso slowly strokes your sensitive clit the perfect pressure pressure. You’re quivering, moaning, toes curling with your sloppy wet cunt clenching his soft tongue. “‘S too good! Daddy!” Your cheeks burn and your heart pounds a little faster when he pulls away.
Choso sits up with a cocky smirk that looks hotter bloody. “Is your soft wet n tight cunt daddy’s?” He nudges two thick fingers into your soaking wet cunt. “Hear her sqeuchling? I think she’s answering for you.”
“All yours’ daddy! Wanna be yours.” Choso pulls his thick fingers out, smearing your blood onto his cock. He grabs your hip with his clean hand flips you over and pulls your ass in the air.
Choso swipes his hard cock between your soft lips and you push your hips back taking his fat veiny cock. His jaw drops with a beautiful deep moan, “Fuucckme lil mama! Nnn! That’s it, fuck your sloppy wet cunt on ya daddy’s thick cock.”
Rocking your hips faster taking his cock with deep fast strokes. “Nnn daddy please! You feel so good, I love my daddy’s thick cock ‘s much.” Choso groans as he admires the way your lips tug when you pull away. Your sloppy wet cunt looks so good split open by his bloody pale cock.
The sight is consuming him as he forgets to let you move. Tightly grabbing your hips and meeting your thrust back with a harsh rut. If not for his grasp you would bounce forward and hit your head on his headboard.
“Nnn lil’ mama you’re too warm and wet, fuck ‘s too much! Nnn! I wanna cum in both your holes. Your sweet little asshole is so tempting.” He pulls on your cheek, swirling a bloody thumb over your soft hole.
He moans, “I wanna fill you up in every way I can, plug you up so you can walk around with my cum inside you.” He glides his thumb in slowly, You’re making me a pervert, I’m becoming obsessed with watching your lil holes stretch to take me.” He probs up one leg and the strokes start hitting deeper.
His hard fat cock is too much for your sensitive cunt. It’s perfect you can’t think of anything else. Every single worry fucked out of your head as you cry into his pillow.
Grabbing your hair and yanking your head back. “Don’t muffle yourself lil mama, it gets me off hearing you moan knowing that I'm making your sweet lil cunt feel so good there isn't a thought in your pretty head.”
His balls are hitting your clit as he fucks you from behind. Your cheeks jiggling with each deep fast stroke. “Nnnn I'm gonna fuck ya into a cum filled princess who needs her daddy’s help 'cause she can't walk.” Gushing on this thick cock, your thighs tremble and your cunt is quivering over him sending Choso over the edge.
Warm thick cum fills your cunt up but he doesn't stop as he fucks you harder. Fucking his cum deep into your needy soaking wet cunt. “Sweet lil mama you're getting too tight! It feels too good! Fuck! I can't stop! Don't wanna stop! Wanna keep feeling your soft hot cunt soaking and squeezing my cock.”
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could you please do one where theo nott boasts about his hickeys from us to his mates and then we hear him and drag him upstairs and he goes all subby :)) btw love ur posts!!!
I would dieeee if you wrote about a needy Theo who is eating the reader out and he enjoys it so much he finishes without even being touched. I love when he’s subby
I combined these two asks, so I hope you guys like it!
Liar
Theodore Nott x F!Reader
Warnings: Cussing, oral(female receiving), shoe humping
18+ Minors DNI!
You had just entered the Slytherin common room when you heard Theo’s friend teasing him about the hickeys, but instead of getting flustered, he bragged about it.
“Yeah, I made my girl feel so good, she couldn’t contain herself. Needed to leave her mark.” Theo said with a smug smile.
That’s not what you recall, though. You recall teasing him by kissing and biting his neck until he begged to fuck you.
So you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around him sweetly. “Oh, I don’t think it went that way.”
Theo looked at you with wide eyes, surprised you were there and that you were about to call him out. “Ah, doesn’t matter.” He tried waving off your statement dismissively.
“It doesn’t? But you’re bragging about it, love. It apparently does.” You smile at him.
His friends were laughing. “Stop.” He whispered to you.
“Upstairs. Now.” You whispered back to him and he didn’t even hesitate before letting you pull him to his dorm.
You closed the door and crossed your arms. “So, you think it’s okay to lie about me now?”
“You know how the guys are.” He tried shrugging it off.
“Do I need to remind you of last night? Of how I had you begging?”
He swallowed, his eyes looking down. “I could use a reminder.”
You rolled your eyes and sat down on the edge of the bed. “You want me to make you feel good after what you just pulled?”
“I’m sorry, cara mia.” He said, kneeling in front of you.
“Doesn’t sound sincere.” You tsked.
“Please, bella, I’m sorry, I won’t lie again.” He started rubbing at your thighs.
“If you want me to make you feel good, beg.”
“Please, please, make me feel good, principessa.”
“You can use my shoe. I’m not doing any work after what you pulled.” You said, leaning back on your hands.
His eyes widened, clearly not expecting that answer.
“Go on. Give yourself some relief.” You tilted your head expectantly.
He looked humiliated but moved to rub himself against the toe of your shoe, whimpering at the contact.
“Needy boy, willing to get yourself off with just my shoe. If only your friends knew.” You say mockingly.
“Please let me fuck you, cara mia. I’ll do everything. Make you feel good.” He begged, a moan escaping his lips as he kept humping your shoe.
“I don’t know. Gonna make me feel so good, I can’t contain myself?” You asked, using his words against him.
“I’ll make you feel so good, please.” He said, pressing kisses to your thigh.
“You can eat me out.” You said, spreading your legs for him. “But you can’t touch yourself.”
“Deal.” He said, wasting no time in nearly tearing off your panties. He buried his face between your thighs, licking at your cunt eagerly as he wrapped his arms around your thighs.
“Fuck. That desperate, baby?” You teased, tangling a hand in his hair.
He just moaned into you.
“You’re so fucking good at this, Theo. You like pleasing me?” You asked, tugging his hair gently and he looked up at you.
“Fucking love it.” He replied quickly before going back to licking at your clit.
“Better use of your mouth than lying about me, right?” You smiled at him and he nodded, sucking at your clit.
He kept licking and sucking, desperately trying to get you off, his own moans and groans nearly overpowering yours. You came with a cry of his name and some curses, body trembling as he helped ride it out. He pulled back and pressed kisses to your thighs to help calm you.
“Fuck. You still want me to make you feel good, baby?” You asked, cupping his cheek.
“No need.” He said, smiling a bit sheepishly.
“What do you mean?” You asked curiously.
“I might’ve…already…” He looked down and you followed his eyes.
“Oh.” You said once you saw the wet patch on his pants. “Just from giving me head?” You smiled.
“Yes?” He answered but in more of a question.
“I love the power I have over you.”
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Shades of Green
Pairing: Gale x Fem Tav
Summary: Tav finds herself in possession of a most revealing letter. Tempted and confused, she retreats with her thoughts to the silent sanctuary of a library. One-shot.
Warnings: Vaginal Sex, Jealousy, Fucking Against a Bookcase...
Word Count: 3.6k
A/N: This is inspired by Atonement, and contains elements of the book/film but with a different plot and in a different universe.
Shout out to @heyitsjaki for the inspiration - this one's for you, babe!
The blanket of dusk had begun its descent, with the lingering warmth of the sun settling in for another stifling night. The open windows of the Elfsong tavern did nothing to cool the skin of the adventurers preparing themselves for the evening ahead; they just welcomed the sounds of a city slipping into a night’s reverie, as market stalls were swept away and parents chased giggling children off to bed.
Tav had changed her outfit three times. Figaro had sent her out of his shop with a bundle of dresses, but she had struggled to pick the one most appropriate. The long-sleeved black ensemble, with its intricate lace, felt stifling against her sun-kissed skin, while the pale blue option left her feeling too juvenile for the occasion. Eventually, she settled on a backless silk number which echoed the emerald of her eyes. It skimmed and spilled over her body as though it were made of liquid.
She was trying lipstick and appraising herself in the mirror when she heard footsteps behind her; footsteps with no reflection.
“You look divine, darling.” Astation’s voice was as silken as her dress but with none of the comfort. She ignored him, knowing where this was leading.
“I assume there will be nothing to my… taste… being served at this dinner party?” He drawled.
"If you're wondering whether Rolan will be serving goblets of blood at his inaugural hosting as master, I'd venture to say it's highly unlikely." It had been a mere couple of days since they had efficiently removed the former master of Ramazith's tower. Grateful for their assistance, Rolan had extended a formal dinner invitation to all involved—a chance, perhaps, to both express his gratitude and showcase his newfound position. Though the timing might not have been perfect, the prospect of an evening away from the Elfsong, wearing clothing absent of bloodstains, held collective appeal.
“Well, then we find ourselves in a bit of a tricky situation, my sweet.”
Tav turned round to face him, and caught his eyes roaming her body. “There’s no need for predatory looks, Astarion.” She kept her voice clipped, businesslike. Theirs was an arrangement which she had always kept uncomplicated, despite his occasional attempt at complication. “You may take what you need, as long as you promise to be on your best behaviour this evening.”
“Aren’t I always?” He flashed his roguish smile and approached her with barely concealed hunger. She sighed and tilted her head back to allow him what he needed.
“You smell like warm vanilla” Her murmured as he inhaled against her skin, before pressing his lips against the thrumming pulse of her throat and sinking his teeth into her. The second her taste kissed his tongue, he moaned instinctively. She was the first bite of an apple after a day of starvation. The feeling of it was always over-personal, and despite Tav having no romantic attachment or desire towards him, there was a soft flush of intimacy which came from the feeling of him gripping her and basking in her taste. It almost felt like worship. Tav let out a gentle gasp as he gave one final, meaningful swallow and then stepped back, panting. She knew it took restraint to stop, and she appreciated the effort and, well, manners, of him prising himself away before he was asked. They were both breathless, her a little dizzy, and he handed her a handkerchief from his top pocket to press against the bleeding puncture wounds on her neck.
“Thank you darling” He bowed his head “That will make the evening much more bearable.”
Upon leaving Tav’s room, he bumped into Gale standing outside the door holding a letter. From his tense posture and grim expression, Astarion guessed he had been there long enough to catch wind of the vampire’s early evening snack.
“Hear anything interesting?” Astarion lilted, relishing the hardness in Gale’s usually soft eyes. “You know, she certainly is delicious.” His voice was a silken purr which Gale wished to choke from his throat. The scarlet of Tav’s blood had left a smear at the corner of his mouth, sin-red and mocking.
Their relationship had always been tense, and that tension had only tightened when Gale became aware of his and Tav’s bloody arrangement. He did not know the details of it, or how much of herself she gave to him during these trysts, but he knew that she deserved better than to be the bloodbag of a leech, or the plaything of a roguish manipulator. His fierce feelings on the matter occasionally spilled into his interactions with Tav, a fault he felt much guilt over. He hated feeling like this, possessive over something he did not even own. He loved her, and sometimes love felt like fury. He was determined to make things right.
Astarion’s cheeks were slightly flushed from the blood which now bloomed through him. Her blood. Gale had heard his moan, her gasp, their shared breathlessness; and had wanted to burst the door open and stake the vampire where he stood. He gripped tight to what little composure he had, and focused on not crumpling the letter in his grip. The veins in his forearms were raised in tension, and resembled cracked bolts of blue lightning against his tanned skin, shooting out from where his sleeves had been pushed up. His breathing was slow, considered; but flared.
“I heard enough.” Gale stowed the letter away in his back pocket, but not before Astarion’s eyes glimpsed it. Gale was not a man who dealt out threats like trump cards, he had always preferred a battle of wits over blades, or the cut of a sharp word over a knife, but he was not above displaying violence if necessary. He felt like it may become necessary.
“If I ever hear that you’ve taken a drop more than she is willing to give, there will be no shadow dark enough to hide you from me.” Gale asserted, his tone measured. “Besides, our little journey will be over soon, and I’m sure you’ll be back to your previous self in no time.” He took a step closer, and wiped away Tav’s blood with his thumb. “What a shame it would be to make an enemy of one who can conjure up sunlight.” With that, Gale walked away, unaware that Astarion's swift fingers had liberated the letter from his pocket.
It lay temptingly in Astarion’s hands, and without a moment's hesitation, he indulged his curiosity, devouring its contents with the same gluttonous reverie as he had Tav’s blood. There was a beat as he re-read it twice, shocked at what the restrained Wizard had written. "How delicious," he mused, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. With a calculated nonchalance, he slipped the letter under Tav's door, and slinked away with a cocky grin.
Tav had forgotten how to breathe properly. The handwriting was unmistakable. The ink was his deep purple. It even smelled of him.
Dear Tav,
In my dreams I kiss your cunt, your sweet wet cunt.
In my thoughts I make love to you all day long.
Gale.
She felt she had missed something, somewhere, in their short time together. A code she had not cracked, a riddle she had failed to solve. He was affectionate, flirtatious occasionally, charming always, but after spending so much time touch-starved and lacking company Tav had assumed his feelings were akin to those of a drowning man who had been thrown a rope from a passing ship. She had longed for him many times, she had even pushed the thought of a fierce kiss into his mind one magic-filled evening, and he had pulled away…
She had hoped that after Elminster eased the urgency of his condition, that maybe something would come of it. That he would find his way into her tent one night and let himself come undone after a year of being bound so tightly. But he had not. She had not pushed it, he was a man burdened and she did not want to add to it.
She could not think of this now. Not here. Not when they were about to spend an evening in the company of their friends. She re-read the note again and felt herself flush, if only he was aware of her own dreams, of the temptations that whispered and caressed whenever he tensed his muscles in arcane focus, when the sweat borne from summoned fire beaded his brow, or when his voice sank low to pull measured incantations from the depths of his muscled, hair-smattered chest. She shuddered, and fanned herself with no relief. She could not think of this now.
The hours at dinner ached onwards, with Gale sat just out of Tav’s direct eyeline. He was on the opposite side of the food-laden table, a few places along - and he was so aware of her that she may as well have been the only other person in the room. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, lips painted with a colour that made them look bitten. He wanted to deepen the colour with his teeth. He thought her dress made it look like art, she looked like poetry, like no artist would ever be tongue-tied or word-blocked again with her for a muse. Ironic, really, with how thick his tongue felt in his mouth just from looking at her. He thought her dress was the most silken, tempting, beautiful thing he had seen someone wear.
It was perfect, and he wanted to ruin it.
Tav had been avoiding his gaze all evening, afraid for him to look at her and see the truth. She was convinced it was waiting there, unabashed and obvious, and with one glance would be pulled from its poorly concealed hiding place. To look at him now would be stupid, reckless, dangerous. Her eyes flicked up, and he caught her.
He was dark fire, He was looking at her the way a caged man would look at freedom, like she was the bright crack of light through prison walls or the sound of the ocean to a land-locked seafarer. She thought he may drag his searing eyes away, as he had done so many times before, but he did not. He did not even attempt to simmer his gaze. He stared at her with an intent that kissed fire down her spine, she needed relief from it before she smouldered into ash.
“Excuse me.” She breathed out an apology to guests who were paying her no attention, and with as much silence and grace as she could conjure she swept from the room, feeling the silk of her dress dance along the floor behind her.
She poured herself through the first door she found. A library. Dimly lit and, thankfully, empty. What a relief, here there were only book bound spells and dusty stories to witness her unravelling. There must have been thousands of books here, and hers was the weakest spine in the room.
The truth of it was, she was afraid. Something had now changed, and could not be changed back. The group of them still had challenges, battles and decisions ahead. Overdue justice would be delivered and fresh blood spilled, with a high chance that blood would be their own. Losing herself to her feelings for Gale, acting upon her fantasies, spiralling further into loving him would potentially be an act of selfishness and hard-headedness she couldn’t justify. She wasn’t sure if by keeping herself distanced, she had been protecting others or herself. If she let it, that distance would force itself closed, and she did not know what the outcome would be.
But.. his note… The weight of his lettered words were notched in the fragile space behind her eyes, like the forceful pressing of a typewriter on delicate paper. Even if the ink of the confession could somehow be washed away, the shape of it was indented into her.
She would allow herself a few moments of stillness, in the silence of the library. How odd, she thought as she gazed around. She was in a room with vast, precious knowledge - and none of it really mattered. No piece of paper would ever matter as much as the one which had slipped like a secret under her door.
A soft creak announced Gale's presence in the doorway. His posture was formal, his expression obscured by the dim, flickering candlelight. All evening he had been unfairly distracting in fitted suit trousers and a crisp white shirt. A smart black bow-tie had once adorned his collar, but the stifling heat of the lingering party had caused it to come undone, and it now hung loose and forgotten. Several buttons on his shirt had been unfastened, offering a glimpse of his chest hair and the bruise-coloured orb beneath. Against his olive skin, the white fabric seemed to deepen his complexion, accentuating his rugged features, and his sleeves were pushed up to reveal the firm muscles of his forearms. So much for her moment of stillness.
“Are you alright?” He moved towards her and she could not retreat from him even if she wanted to. She was against the bookcase at the far end of the room, there was no stepping back from him now. “You seemed… flushed at dinner.”
“Quite alright.” Her tone was more brusk than she intended it to be, more formal than she wanted.
“I thought maybe Astarion took more from you than was necessary earlier.” His tone suddenly had a sharp bite to it. “My mistake, it appears you are both perfectly satisfied.”
She did not like his implication. “Did you have a thorough listen? Before you delivered your sordid little letter?”
There was a beat of silence, and the air shifted, the hard aura of him became soft and panicked. He didn’t say anything, though Tav had the feeling he was reaching for something to clutch at. She didn’t let him get to it.
“Does it taint your dreams, knowing that he feeds from me? The dreams where you kiss my sweet, wet cunt?” The words were fired with archer's accuracy. She regretted it the moment it was said. “I’m sorry” She was flustered in her apology, “I shouldn’t have..”
“You should never have seen that letter”
“You slipped it under my door?”
“No. I did not.”
Their breaths were heavy. Anger and tension and built-up frustration crackled through air made of gunpowder.
“So…You did not mean what you wrote?”
Gale thought she almost sounded disappointed, and he clutched onto that thought with desperation and fanned it till it burned.
“That’s not what I said.”
Out of self-consciousness, or awkwardness, or just to find something for her hands to do, Tav fiddled with her hair and moved it back off her shoulders. The innocuous motion allowed Gale full view of those two, small puncture marks. They were still slightly pink, the area around them bruised. He moved forwards, and her breath caught in expectation of being kissed. Instead he stood, jaw tight, brows stern and brushed the bite marks with his thumb, barely touching her.
“It does not taint my dreams, but it does haunt my days.” His voice was a slip of envy. His thumb stayed at her throat, but his fingers moved to caress her jaw, tilting her head upwards so they were locked in another heated stare. Tav finally understood.
“I am not his. I never have been” she pushed herself up lightly on her toes, until her nose brushed against his and their breaths became each other’s. “I am yours.”
The match was lit. He pressed himself fully against her and she bumped back against the books with a gasp caught in a blistering kiss. His hands ran along the cool silk and grasped at it in swathes, as all his pent-up need for her came crashing down in the silence of the library. It took all his resolve not to rip it to silken tatters. She gave one sweet, quiet moan against him and he lifted her up, pinning her against the bookcase before slipping a hand between them, to discover she was not wearing underwear.
“Too hot” She breathed, her words dancing with laughter.
“I’ll say.” Gale growls, and with a swift, single-handed undoing of his trousers he pushes his hard cock inside her. There is no time for grace, or teasing, or even manners. She is wet enough, and he needs to fuck her.
They were not silent, their breaths were heavy and Gale swallowed Tav’s soft moans against his tongue, but there were no more words. There would be other times - Gale would make certain of it - where he would pour obscenities into her ear, where he would brand into her every sordid thought he had ever had, and relish teasing primal, guttural sounds from her sweet, parted lips.
He had fantasised about her in worship and in sin. In silent libraries, in cold cramped tents, or in back rooms of rowdy taverns. He envisioned teasing her relentlessly until she succumbed to shuddering release with just a few deft strokes of his tongue, or seizing her from behind in the secluded alcove of a crowded bar, losing himself in the depths of her until he surrendered to blissful oblivion without even making eye contact. He wanted the burning, consuming intimacy of knowing her in every way a person can be known. In the softness of her body and the sharpness of her mind. In his thoughts he made love to her all day long, and in his reality he was determined to do the same.
But for now, he could only growl as he fucked her hard against the bookcase of the library, with the muffled sound of chatter and laughter audible from the party next door.
“Gale..” Her voice was staccato and lust-soaked and as loud as a gunshot amongst the dusty shelves. He put his hand over her mouth to keep her ecstasy contained, and struggled himself not to cry out in pained pleasure when she bit him. The way she was splayed like an open book before him, his hand pressed against her, controlling the flutter of pages, her spine flattening against the bookcase was maddening. In this position, with her pinned by the desperate, aching weight of him and using a foot perched on a rolling ladder and a hand gripped in his hair to anchor herself, he can feel each quiver and shake of lithe muscle. A bowstring pulled tight for too long, threatening to buckle and release.
This was it, he thought, his reason for living. Not her exactly, not just her, but touch, hope, sweet torture, and succulent moments that would satisfy both the hungry and the starved. Gods, was he starved. Starved and craving to spend the rest of his life full of her. He couldn't thrust himself into her as hard and recklessly as he would have liked, not like this. Her position against the wall relied too much on the press of his hips and chest against her. Instead, he ground and rutted into her, ensuring his pressure hit her in every place she needed it. The silk of her dress caressed her skin, some of it draping between her legs and over where the two of them were connected. It was becoming soaked. Ruined. Just the way he wanted.
She began to ripple, still waters turning to coursing tides. The grip on his hair became tighter, and when she came the fluttering of her tight cunt was enough to force him over the edge with her.
In the hazy, burnt-out aftermath of passion, hope glowed. Gale never relented in his affection; he wrapped an arm around her waist to gently guide her feet back to the floor. Cupping her flushed cheeks, he bestowed worshipping kisses upon the freckles of her face, trailing down her neck and shoulders with a soft, peaceful touch. The air between them was delicate, mingled with breathy satisfaction. He pressed kisses to her lips, another and another, as she giggled quietly, gently—a sound just as precious and intimate as the ones she had offered when she came against him.
“I love you.” He whispered, and she thinks it’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever heard. She said it back, and suddenly the thing that could not be changed was spoken. Bound. Sealed.
“I was going to give you a letter this evening.” Gale continued with his forehead resting against hers “A different letter. There were two in my pocket, the one you received was just.. erm…”
“Catharsis?” She offered with a smirk.
“Something like that, yes.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a letter. A twin to the one from earlier in all except content.
Dear Tav,
Please forgive me for my jealous behaviour. The truth is, I feel rather foolish and light-headed in your presence. Tav, I don’t think I can blame the heat! Will you forgive me?
Gale
She laughed loudly at the ridiculousness of it, of how polite and genteel his carefully crafted words were. At how he must have scrawled the other letter in pent-up desperation, only to put it aside and instead craft this… feathered, dainty thing. She wasn’t sure which letter she preferred, but she knew they were two sides of a precious coin. The two sides of him.
“I think we can assume you are forgiven.” For a few more intimate moments, they make the most of the library’s silence.
“Do they think they’re being subtle?” Karlach’s brash voice is suddenly heard from the other room. Despite their illusion being shattered, the sound of her laughter mixed with Gale’s drowned out Tav’s fear. She would embrace change, and him along with it.
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anything & everything: psh
a break the chain series: four / seven
pairing: sunghoon x afab!reader
word count: 1.7k
synopsis: you and sunghoon enjoy some much needed alone time outside the castle while you doubt your magic abilities.
genre: established relationship, vampire!sunghoon, witch!reader
warnings: some swearing, hoonie being cute, reader has long hair and facial piercings.
prt 1: vampires bleeding | prt 2: you complete me
☾ heeseung(1) | jake(2) | jungwon(3) | sunghoon(4) | sunoo(5) | niki(6) | jay(7) ☽
“What are you doing, hex girl?”
You sigh, whipping your head around to face your mate, your long braided hair falling from over your shoulder to your back, “What does it look like I am doing, bloodsucker?”
Sunghoon smirked, tilting his head to the side, “Looks like you’re playing with your magic toys.”
You roll your eyes and face back in the other direction, “Cannot believe I am bonded to you for life.”
Sunghoon now knelt behind you, his arms wrapping around you over your biceps and chest, his chest pressed tightly to your back and he squeezed you.
You couldn’t fight the small that was now on your lips. Even when this vampire annoys the shit out of you, you love him dearly and you wouldn’t pick a different person to be mated with.
He pressed a kiss to your temple, “You going to tell me what you are doing outside in this field alone?” Sunghoon stretched out his legs at your sides, shifting his arms to wrap around your waist, leaning his chin on your left shoulder, eyeing your magic items in front of you.
You leaned back into him, “Jake asked me and __ to see if we couldn’t find something to prolong his mate's and Archer’s life.”
Sunghoon nodded, completely understanding where his best friend was coming from. Sunghoon was grateful his mate had magical abilities to help give them forever and it sucked that Jake had to deal with the stress of finding more time for her.
“How is it going?” he asked.
You shrugged, “It’s going. That’s for sure.”
“Difficult?” Sunghoon was worried, not just for his best friend but also for his mate and her sibling. Archer might not be officially in the pack, but he’s family nevertheless.
You shrug again, “Not so much as difficult, there’s multiple different spells that could be used, it’s just a matter of finding the right one. Which I was in the middle of doing before you interrupted.”
Sunghoon nuzzled his nose in your neck, “You love me, deal with it,” he pressed a few kisses to your neck, “I couldn’t find you in the castle, so I followed your scent out here.”
You turned your face towards him, lifted your hand to his jaw, and pulled him into a kiss, “Missed me that much?”
Sunghoon chucked against your lips, giving you a couple more kisses before dropping his face back to your shoulder, squeezing you tightly, “Always miss you when you aren’t at my side.”
Which was true. Sunghoon will never forget the pain and emptiness he felt when Dorian took you away from him. The two of you were still freshly mated and weren’t given that time together. He never wanted to feel that pain again and would always freak out if you weren’t in eye shot.
Sunghoon pushed the thought aside, looking back down at the magical items in front of you. Your book of spells and journal sat open with notes scribbled all over the pages. A few herbs and flowers to your left and crystals to the right. Sunghoon squinted at the crystals, fixated on a yellow one that looked as if it were filled with electricity.
“Is that…?” he whispered, reaching over and picking up the crystal, a shock was sent to his fingertips, quickly dropped it back to the grass, “What the fuck?!”
“Hey!” you snapped, quickly picking up the crystal and examining it, “Don’t break this!” you let out an exhale, thankful the crystal was unharmed.
“It shocked me!” Sunghoon snarled, wrapping his arm back around your waist.
“Such a baby,” you teased.
“How come it’s not shocking you?”
“Because my magic is covering it, therefore I can touch it, obviously,” Sunghoon pinched your side, calling you a brat, “But it’s filled with __’s electricity.”
Sunghoon sighed, “Is it because of her episodes?”
You nodded, setting the crystal back to the grass, “Jungwon asked me for help, so I’ve been out here trying to find a way to help her too.”
After Jungwon’s mate was on the verge of death and came back with her newfound gift, she’s been having random spurts of energy and sending out shock waves without being able to control it. Nearly electrocuted poor Wonnie in his sleep the other night. Before that she was accidentally shooting out sparks and set fire to the training room, scaring Sunghoon to death since he was standing right beside her.
Heeseung, Jay, and Jungwon came up to you the night after the final episode, asking for a way to conceal her power a bit, just until she can learn to control the small bit she has now. You accepted, obviously. Anything and everything to help out the pack. The poor girl felt terrible for the problems she had caused, but it was not her fault. She was blessed with an enormous amount of power. Heeseung and Jay kept doing checkups on her daily to make sure she was feeling okay with half her power being taken.
You thought this crystal would do the trick on containing it, and so far it’s held up. It’s easily breakable, just in case some bat-shit crazy things happen and she needs that power. Thankfully, nothing has happened yet and she’s doing fantastic at her training. It still must have been such a shock (lol) to her and Jungwon to see she was given a gift. It doesn’t happen often with vampires who were made.
Sunghoon leaned his head against yours, pulling you as close as possible to his chest, “I’m proud of you for how much you’ve been helping out everyone.”
You looked up at him, “Of course! This pack has been nothing but kind to me since the beginning. I’d do anything and everything for you thirteen.”
Sunghoon smiled at you. The summer wind picked up, blowing both of your hair in all directions. Sunghoon closed his eyes and lifted his chin up, enjoying the summer sun and wind against his skin, “After everything you’ve been through, BECAUSE of us, I am still forever grateful you popped into my small world when you did.”
You sigh, leaning forward and gathering up your things, “I just hope my magic is enough.”
Sunghoon looks back down at you with concern, quickly standing up and now kneeling in front of you, both hands cupping your face, “YN, what does that mean?”
You stared into his coca eyes, “What if my magic isn’t enough? What if I can’t help make __ and Archer live forever and Jake loses her? What if I can’t help __ with her new power? What if I can’t help any of you…”
Sunghoon could see where your brain was headed. You were scared to lose the pack like how you lost your coven. Sunghoon wished he could take that pain away from you, but unfortunately, he’s just a vampire, so he has to use his words.
“Stop thinking that way,” he whispered, tracing his thumb over the scar covering your left eye, pulling your head down to kiss where the scar reaches up your forehead, brushing his fingers over your eyebrow piercing and down to your jaw then neck, “You’re more than enough, always were and always would be,” he lifted your face back up, brushing his nose over yours, “This whole pack adores you, and you’ve already done so much to protect us all, don’t get caught up in your head, we will protect you just as much as you will protect us. They love you, I love you.”
Tears filled your eyes as you pulled him to you, embracing his lips against yours, “I love you too, so very much.”
Sunghoon pushed you backward onto the grass, gently laying his body on top of yours and kissing you more with a massive smile on his face. Sometimes Sunghoon sits and wonders why he hated you at first, mostly when he had no reason to. Maybe it was the stress and frustration of having to move out of the city, to be on the run. Vampires and witches don’t get along, but you fit in perfectly fine. You fit into his heart like the perfect puzzle piece. You belong here with him. You made living forever bearable and so worth it.
Sunghoon finally released your lips from his, brushing your bangs out of your face, “Just think once this is all over and Lilly is dealt with, we can go back to our cabin.”
You smiled up at him, “I can’t wait.”
Sunghoon leaned down to kiss you again, but quickly stopped, his eyes focused.
You furrow your brows, “Hoon?”
Sunghoon stared into your eyes, he clearly was hearing something that you couldn’t, “Something is wro—“
An explosion on the other side of the castle, sirens now blaring across the grounds.
“WHERE IS EVERYONE?! ARE YOU ALL OKAY!?” Heeseung screamed down the pack bond, “ANSWER ME!!!”
One by one the pack members talked at once down the bond, a sure enough sign that all chaos just broke out.
Sunghoon pulled you and him up using his vampire speed, “They need us,” he said, quickly scooping up your magic items and placing them in the bag you brought, slinging it over your shoulder, “Heeseung needs you to tend to the injured.”
You gripped his hands, “Where are you going to go?”
Sunghoon gripped your hands back, “I’m meeting the guys where the explosion happened.”
He let go of your hands, ready to take off, “SUNGHOON!” you called after him, he stopped and turned to look at you.
“Please be careful, I can’t lose you.”
He smiles, “You won’t. You’re stuck with me, hex girl.”
Then he was gone in a flash. You quickly ran up to the castle, seeing Sunoo’s mate already waiting for you at the door, quickly waving you in.
You took a deep breath in, reminding yourself once this war was over you and your mate could return to the cabin. You thought back to your first winter together, watching him ice skate on your frozen pond, smiling to yourself at the memory, praying to be able to see it soon.
You followed the elf down the hall, the smells of fires, burnt skin and screams filled the castle. The memories of when Dorian set your town and coven up in flames came flushing back. You clenched your shirt, trying to steady out your breathing.
You could do this. You have a family to protect. They need you. You need them.
With a shake of your head, you push the bad memories out, “I won’t let anyone suffer,” you grumble, “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my family safe. Anything and everything.”
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I would die happy
Pairings: teen!Natasha Romanoff x teen!reader
Song Inspiration: very loosely based off of the songs Casual by Chappell Roan and Ashley by Zolita (They’re good to listen to before hand but not necessary. I’ll link them)
Prompt: what happens when “good girl” y/n breaks it off with “bad girl” Natasha and Natasha realizes she needs y/n more than she thought?
Warnings:mentions of sex, angst then fluff, mentions of death? (From the song).
Pronouns: unspecified (one use of ma’am but in a silly way)
A/N: No this is not an actual songfic. I just took inspiration from the songs so there might be a line or five in the mix. I have had these songs stuck in my head the past few days and I kept imagining like a teen romance coming out of it? Idk. Hopefully I write this better than the last one 😭
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Y/n’s pov
I am in my room doing my homework when I hear tapping on my window. I look up from my neat desk to see Natasha.
My instinct is to smile and open the window up but I freeze.
Natasha Romanoff.
Bad girl. She vandalizes things. She doesn’t participate. And she dresses like a fuck boy.
Some call her a player. Some call her a cheater.
Whatever they think there’s one thing everyone can agree on. Natasha romanoff does not do relationships.
She’s usually the one night stand type of girl but then she met me. And that’s when everyone says she went soft. She never fucked another girl other than me.
But that’s all. For half a year. All she’s ever done is sex, aftercare, leave, repeat.
Another set of tapping falls upon my ears and I zone back in. I open the window and whisper
“What are you doing here?”
Natasha crawls in and says
“Wanted to see you. You alright there? You zoned out for a sec”
I nodded my head and my eyes fall upon her necklace. It’s silver with a little arrow.
I hate myself when I think of it. I nod my head and say
“Yeah. Totally fine. Just doing some homework”
I sit back down at my desk even though I know why Natasha is here.
After a whole 6 months of this it’s hard to not know what her routine is. But I don’t want it anymore.
Obviously I caught feelings. Who wouldn’t catch feelings for her? I just thought that I would get over it. I thought that having some of her is better than none of her at all right?
Wrong.
I cry so much now. All I want is for her to love me back. But that’s not reality. She doesn’t do love. She doesn’t do relationships. And I can’t do it anymore.
Natasha walks up behind me and rubs her hands down my arms and starts kissing my neck. My body lets her do it but then I think about it and take her hands off me.
“Not tonight. I have to study”
She doesn’t let up. Because usually I like playing hard to get. So she doesn’t know. And that’s okay. It’s my fault she doesn’t know.
“I can help you relax baby”
I roll my eyes at the pet name and say
“Natasha. Can we talk?”
She stands up straighter at my use of her full name and says
“Yeah. Sure”
I can tell she is a bit surprised at me but she nods her head nevertheless.
She sits down at the foot of my bed and I roll my chair over to her.
I sigh and look at the ground.
“I don’t know how to say this, but I can’t do this anymore Natasha”
She furrows her eyebrows and says
“You can’t do what?”
“This Natasha,”
I point at her and myself
“I hate myself for letting this drag on so long because I know you. I know you don’t want a relationship. But I lo- I like you Natasha. And I want you. All to myself. I want labels and I want to go to the pier together and eat popsicles and I want you to tell your friends and I want a future with you.”
I can tell I’m overwhelming her with this information but I keep going
“But you don’t want that. And that’s okay! I understand that some things aren’t meant to last. But I can’t keep hurting myself for some fun okay? I need to heal and move on. And you can go find another toy to play with and that’s okay. I just can’t be the one you go to anymore. It’s not what I want. And our ideals clearly do not align. I thought maybe I could do it and be able to handle all of this but I can’t.”
I tear up a bit
“I can’t be casual with you. I want feelings attached and I want you to myself but you don’t want me like that. So I need to cut it off.”
I finally finish my rant and I look down feeling embarrassed.
“I’m sorry”
I apologize and she shakes her head
“Don’t apologize. I get it.”
We sit there for a minute of awkward silence and she sighs and says
“I guess I should go then”
I nod my head and sniffle a bit. She lingers like she has something to say but she ultimately leaves and on her way out of my window she says
“I’ll see you at school I guess”
I nod my head.
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It’s been a week since I cut it off with Natasha and I look rough. My friends are worried about me but I tell them I’m fine.
Even some of my teachers have asked if I’m okay. Of course I lie to them. But it’s nice to know someone cares.
I have avoided Natasha at all costs. But I still find myself thinking about her.
Her arrow necklace. God I hate myself when I think of it. Because then I think of her. And then I start crying. Or I just shut down.
Yes. I may or may not have almost said I love you the night I cut it off with her. But I didn’t want her to have to hold all of my baggage. It’s not fair. She doesn’t like me like that. And she doesn’t deserve to feel guilty for what I feel.
My friend Emerald walks up to me during a free period and she says
“Hey did you see Natasha today?”
I shake my head and say
“I don’t want to talk about her.”
She shakes her head and says
“Well you’re gonna have to listen. She is the talk of the school right now so either you hear it from me or someone else.”
I roll my eyes and say
“What Em? Does she have a new toy hanging on her shoulder?”
Clearly I’m a little ticked off about having to hear about her.
But em shakes her head and I look at her and wait for her to continue
“She’s wearing your hoodie”
I look at her and say
“My hoodie? She doesn’t have any of my clothes, except for that bra that I’ll probably never get back”
She takes out her phone and shows me my favorite hoodie. It’s the pink one that I got from the thrift store. They all knew it was mine because it has em’s name on the sleeve. And a duck on the front.
I remember now. I forgot it at her house one time after she fucked me in her beach house. That was the day everyone found out and started talking about how I’m just a girl she fucked on her couch.
I cried so much that I forgot about it. And of course she just came over to make me forget about all the things people said.
I look at her and say
“Why would she ever wear that?”
She wiggles her eyebrows at me and says
“She obviously likes you y/n”
I roll my eyes and say
“She doesn’t like me Em. From the beginning everyone has known she doesn’t do crushes.”
Em shrugs her shoulders and says
“People can change.”
I roll my eyes and get a little frustrated and say
“Leave it Em. I don’t want to talk about it.”
She puts her hands up in surrender and leaves it at that.
The rest of the day goes by slowly. But I catch a glimpse of Natasha at the end of the day. She is wearing my hoodie. She looks good in it. But she shouldn’t be wearing that. I’m not hers. And she’s not mine.
I quickly leave so she doesn’t see me. Even though we definitely made eye contact. But it’s whatever.
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It’s about 8 pm now and I’m studying again. This final is about to make or break me so I can’t let myself loosen the reigns even though it’s only a midterm.
I have my headphones on and I’m listening to classical because it apparently helps people study. I’m honestly doing anything to help me.
A hand taps my shoulder and I jump up quickly but thankfully I don’t yell.
I turn around quickly and see Natasha standing there.
I immediately get frustrated and say
“What are you doing here?”
I take a second to actually look at her and she looks like shit. Honestly she is looking at me like a lost puppy. Like she hasn’t been in my room for six months. Her hair is a mess, shes still in my hoodie, and the bags under her eyes indicate that she hasn’t been sleeping well. I almost feel bad for her. Then I remember I can’t let my feelings get in the way. She says
“I um… I wanted to talk to you”
I sigh and say
“Well what is it? I’m listening?”
I feel bad for being so short with her but I can’t do it any other way or else I’ll break down.
She kind of stands there for a second and I sit down on my bed and pat it. I might as well be nice to her. She’s not a horrible person anyways.
She shakes her head slightly and keeps standing. I look at her and say
“You wanted to talk?”
She nods her head and says
“I don’t know how to say this but… I- I need you y/n”
I have never seen Natasha cry once. But she immediately breaks down in front of me
“I can’t do this without you. I need you so bad I just want all of you. I thought that if I convinced myself that it was for the better, that if I said I wanted this it would come true. But it’s not true I- I love you and I know you are probably over me by now and that’s okay I just need to tell you that I want you and only you. I know I’ve never done anything like this but I want to I want to change. I want to be good. For you. I want to take you on dates and tell everyone about you. And I don’t think I can do this without you because life is like a bad dream without you and I didn’t even realize what I had until I lost it!”
She starts crying. I start tearing up at her confession and I say
“Stop it. Stop it Natasha.”
It’s short and snippy because I’m about to cry.
“You can’t just say those things and pull at my heart just to get into my pants okay? I’m sorry that nobody wanted to get with you but I cannot just go crawling back to you if you just lie to me to get me back”
She looks at me and she shakes her head aggressively and says
“No. No I don’t. I don’t want to get into your pants I actually love you. I didn’t even know it because I’ve never felt love before y/n. Please you have to understand me I love you. I love you so much and I want a future with you. I was just scared but I’m not scared anymore I want you!”
She drops to her knees and tries to calm down a bit and says
“I understand if you don’t want me but I want you. I want to be your girlfriend. I want to introduce you to my friends and family. And- and I know my past doesn’t help anything. My reputation is probably your biggest fear but I can’t imagine my life without it. I’ve never been the sappy type but I’m telling the truth. If loving you kills me then I will die happy y/n”
I look at her from my bed and I see the genuine look in her eyes. I tear up again and the I get down from my bed and she looks down. It’s like she’s worshipping me. Like if she doesn’t she might lose me.
I envelope her in a hug and she starts crying into me. And I say
“Tell me that you love me and you won’t leave me.”
She looks at me with tears running down her face and her nose is sniffly and she says with such confdence
“I love you y/n. Nothing can change that. I won’t ever leave you. Not even if I could. I want to be yours”
I smile at her as she waits for me to answer and I grab her head and lean into her. I kiss her.
This kiss is different than any other kiss I’ve ever shared with her. It’s soft and tender. And full of love. I don’t even care that her tears and boogers are getting on me.
I don’t care. I just love her. I pull away and giggle and she kind of sits in criss cross. And I say
“Natasha. I love you too. I’ve loved you for a while now. I was just scared to say it.”
She sends me a dopey smile. I’ve never seen her smile at me like that. I like it. So I boop her nose and say
“Cute.”
She scrunches up her nose and says
“I’m everything but cute right now.”
I shake my head and say
“You’re always cute.”
I kiss her again after she wipes her face off and it’s sweet. I pull her into my lap and she says
“I don’t like this.”
Normally I guess she would be more comfortable with me on her lap. But I don’t care.
“I guess you’re just gonna have to suck it up.”
We sit on my floor for a bit and I say
“Oh shit! It’s late.”
I check the time and say
“It’s nine o’clock already! You have to get home baby”
She stops at the nickname and says
“Wait. So… are we?”
I giggle and say
“After all of that? There’s no way we’re not dating. So yes. I’m gonna call you baby. But you need to go home and I need sleep”
She smiles and says
“Can I have a hug before I go?”
I nod my head and pull her in for a long hug.
I kiss her head and then her nose and then her lips and say
“I love you. Now go. I’ll pick you up for school tomorrow?”
She usually walks to school and I drive but I want to pick her up now. She nods her head and I stop her before she leaves my window and I say
“And I want my hoodie back.”
She laughs softly and says
“No way. It’s mine now.”
Then I pull her back in to me and distract her with a kiss. I say
“Well then. I guess this is mine now”
I swiftly pull the hoodie she has on right now off of her and she pouts and says
“Aw man. That’s a good hoodie.”
I smile and say
“Only the best for me right?”
She smiles finally and nods her head and I say
“Text me when you get home okay?”
She nods her head and says
“Yes ma’am”
I giggle and shake my head. I watch as she walks off into the night and I hop onto my bed and cuddle my stuffed animal with a bright smile on my face.
All of that heartache must have been worth it.
She was right. If loving her kills me, then I would die happy.
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A/N: I actually kind of like how this one turned out. I know I pulled from the songs a lot but at least it was built into the words and not like a normal songfic lol. Because I’ve heard that many people do not like songfics :)
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a new neighbor | francis mosses x female reader
chapter 3
words | 5k
cw | explicit sexual content. cheating, fondling, oral sex
ao3 link
taglist | @kaislashes @unicorngirly1 @charli33-b33 @natiii727227 @the-lazyyy-artist
Francis doesn’t sleep that night.
He’s too anxious, his mind wandering. Thinking up his next batch of excuses for upcoming absences, granting him more to spend with you.
It’s the freedom of you he really craves. That notion that you represent youth and possibility. A future that had been squandered in his own timeline. But being with you is like a second chance. Stolen. Undeserved, maybe. But he can’t resist that kind of temptation.
He’s on the couch tonight, the springs creaking as he tosses and turns. He thinks about you one floor above. Dressed in some frilly, feminine thing. Hand shoved beneath the waistband of your pajamas, touching yourself like he’d told you to. Biting your bottom lip, turning and burrowing your face into the side of your pillow to keep silent when the pleasure got to be a little too much. The milkman recalls the taste of you, the feel of your mouth on his. Your fingers wrapped around his cock. He wishes you were there right now. Pinned beneath him. He’d wanted to fuck you right then and there in the stairwell earlier. Take your virginity for his own.
He’s not even guilty when the idle strokes of his erection beneath the sheet draped over him become more intentional and deliberate. He spills over his hand, hips spasming. His face is tucked into the side of the couch, braced on either side by the pillow below his head and the cushion beside it. It’s only when he’s blown that load that he finally feels some of the tension ease. He can sleep now.
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“I’m going to stop at the store to pick up some things we need.”
Francis stands at the kitchen sink later that morning, rinsing his coffee mug. Nacha glances over at him from her position behind the stove. “Thank you. That would be really helpful.”
“I’m going to take Ana to the park tomorrow, too.”
His girlfriend sets the fork down she’d been using to fluff the scrambled eggs, shutting the stove off and moving the pan to a cooler burner. She smiles, a gesture that seems to come easier these days. She’s really enjoying being out of the house, pursuing her passion. He truly is glad for her newfound joy.
Now he wants his turn.
“You know,” she begins, moving to stand beside him at the sink. “The other night was a lot of fun. More like the old days, you know?” She reaches for his bare arm. He’s still wearing pajamas. Their daughter isn’t even awake yet.
“Uh, yeah.” He doesn’t meet her gaze. He doesn’t want to reflect on that moment, when he’d been pretending the mother of his child was actually the babysitter. Leaving her to finish herself, because he’d given up trying to figure out what she actually needed to achieve that goal long ago. You though. He would always make certain you’d get off with him.
The freckle faced woman is now behind him, wrapping her arms around him. He can’t help but tense up. He doesn’t want this. He’s not hers, he’s yours.
“You’ve been trying. I can tell. Helping out more. I appreciate it. Maybe…” She kisses his spine.
Francis gently pries her hands free. “Ana…” The old standby excuse of being caught by the young schoolgirl is always ready, always plausible.
“She’s dead asleep. Snoring.”
“Nacha. Nacha, listen to me.” He turns to face her. “This is never going to be…we’re not really engaged. Not even dating.”
“Well of course, I know that.” She shakes her head, the sleep tousled curls bouncing with the movement. “But that doesn’t mean…”
“No,” he says, and the word is such a sharp, vehement denial that the woman actually takes a step back, her different shaded eyes widening slightly. “No,” he repeats more gently. “You should be with someone that can give you what you deserve. The whole package. The emotional components, too. We should both try to find that,” he adds.
“But Francis, we can’t. The entire point of living together and telling people we’re engaged—”
“—is so people didn’t ridicule and codemn you. So Anastacha could have two parents instead of one. I’m not saying to give any of that up. I’m just saying…” What was he saying?
“You want to see someone else.”
“Someday,” he says vaguely, suddenly very interested in the cup of coffee he’s poured. They’re out of sugar. It’s bitter.
“Did you meet someone else?” He can hear how she tries to make the query light and airy, as if his answer isn’t all that serious. He knows better. He’s making her suspicious. This conversation is heading into dangerous territory.
“No, of course not. Who would I meet? I never go anywhere.”
“You see people everyday, Francis.”
“For work.”
“You’re telling me there’s not one attractive housewife out there that’s caught your eye?”
“Now you’re encouraging me to have an affair with a married woman?” He nearly chokes on his heated beverage.
“Relax, I’m teasing. I know you’d never do something like that.” She nudges his arm playfully and the dark liquid almost spills over the edge. “I’m going to go wake Ana up now.”
He watches her exit the kitchen and sets the mug back down on the counter, his eyes flicking to the clock on the wall.
Your piano lesson begins in four hours.
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The neighborhood you’re taking your music lessons in is nice.
Well manicured lawns. Houses kept in good repair, with fresh coats of paint. He wonders briefly what it would be like to dwell in one of these residences. No longer having neighbors just on the other side of thin walls. No longer hearing the constant noise of the city. Fresher air. A proper yard for Ana to play in.
More privacy.
Already his thoughts are shifting. He squirms in his seat, adjusting the fabric of his slacks slightly, trying to relieve some of the tightening pressure. He cranks the window down for air and he can actually hear you playing through the parlor window that’s also been lifted. The weather was holding, warm and fragrant with spring flowers. He shifts again and he can just make out your profile, those delicate hands working over ebony and ivory keys. Of course you’re talented. He’s not surprised by the smooth melody that seamlessly issues forth. He wonders if you’d had a piano where you’d lived before. It must be difficult not being able to practice at home anymore.
The song ends. He hears the murmur of voices. You emerge and he straightens in his seat, reaching for the key in the ignition.
You look puzzled at first. The car. You don’t recognize it. He doesn’t need to remind you to tap out the secret knock today. Your fingers work against the doorframe, the other hand clutching the book of sheet music to your chest, your brow furrowed.
“Did you think I was going to pick you up in the delivery truck again? With no seat for you? Get in here and give me a kiss.” His fingers drum the correct sequence back over the steering wheel.
Relief washes over your features. You slide inside the car and the older man pulls the book from your hands, tossing it on the back seat. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
The urge to kiss you, onlookers be damned, is overwhelming. Instead he focuses on reversing out of the driveway.
“How was your lesson? I could hear you playing. You’re very talented.”
“Good, yeah. I miss being able to practice at home, though. Now I can only do it at school.”
He hums sympathetically. “Put the window down if you want. I know it’s warm today.”
You grab the crank and rotate it, the glass partially retracting from sight before you settle back into the padded seat.
He can’t resist reaching towards you, tangling his fingers with yours. “I like your dress.” He thinks you could wear anything (or nothing, even better) and it would look wonderful on you. This one has some tiny print, the same image repeated over and over. Flowers? Cherries. Little paired bits of juicy red fruit and emerald leaves.
“Thank you.” Your cheeks are slightly flushed. You’re looking at the hands joined together. “I didn’t know what to think when I saw this car, I admit I was a little scared for a moment there. Silly, I know. As if a doppel would know to kidnap me from my piano lesson.”
“It’s good you’re being careful. What did your dad say about you getting a ride?”
“He was okay once he found out it was you picking me up. I said we were going shopping together.”
The irony of that first statement isn’t lost on the milkman. Two truths that shield a greater lie. Your father trusts him.
“Is Nacha home with Ana?”
“Yes, that’s why I was able to borrow her car. She’s not going out today.”
The hand entwined in his suddenly pulls free and Francis glances over at you. Did the mention of Nacha upset you?
“This is her car.”
“Yes. Is something wrong?”
You fold your arms tightly. The scowl is back. Darker this time.
The driver sighs. This was becoming an issue with you. This jealousy. There was no point to it. You had absolutely no reason to feel this way. He remarks as much out loud.
“It’s not the same for you. You don’t have any competition. I’m not living with a boyfriend.”
“We’re not really dating.”
“Not really engaged, either.”
“No.”
“Never sleep together either, right?”
“I spent last night on the couch, as a matter of fact.”
“I mean fucking,” you snap, and his face jerks to regard you.
“I told her we should see other people this morning.” His voice is deathly quiet.
“You did?”
“Yes.”
“What did she say?”
Francis had been driving without any real destination in mind. He won’t be picking up groceries just yet because perishable items would just spoil while he spent time with you. He’s reached a less savory part of town. These houses unkempt. Yards overgrown. An abandoned family run grocery store that had failed due to competitor's prices and selection of goods has a large lot in the back, where he parks the vehicle now. The asphalt is crumbling, weeds already poking through in stubborn reclamation. A shopping cart rests forgotten against the side of the brick building. Perhaps not the most impressive place to bring you. He really should prepare better. It’s just the other, more lustful thoughts always take hold and steer his brain away from common sense. He shuts the engine off and turns to face you.
“Look at me.” You stubbornly stare through the windshield. “Look at me,” he repeats, more firmly, and your eyes reluctantly meet his. “She didn’t say much of anything. That’s my entire point. She doesn’t care. Not really. It’s not real. It’s an illusion. You’re letting yourself be duped. You have no reason to ever think you’re in competition for my attention.”
You’re still silent. It’s so soon in the relationship to be this attached, to be this possessive. Maybe it’s your youth and inexperience making you feel that way.
“I am doing everything I can to spend as much time with you as possible.”
“I know,” you reply quietly.
“This isn’t going to get any easier. It’s only going to get more difficult. You’re going to have to keep lying. Over and over and over again. And you’re going to have to pretend. That you don’t have an issue with Nacha. That there’s nothing between us. Are you sure you’re ready for that? I wouldn’t blame you if you’ve changed your mind.” He’s giving you another out. Another chance to clear his conscience.
He doesn’t really want you to take it. Isn’t really bothered about the smudge on his soul, as it were.
“I want this.”
“I don’t want to spend our time together arguing. We have so little of it. Let’s not waste it.” He leans towards you and captures your lips. You’re still a little stiff, tense and miffed. But then you melt, your body surrendering to what it wants. Your hands come around his shoulders and your tongue touches his. Instant sparks surge through him. He has to have you. He has to. “Did you do what I asked you to do last night?” His voice sounds ragged.
“Yes,” you murmur beside his cheek.
“Good girl.” His hand dips beneath the edge of your dress, sliding along your thigh. “I couldn’t sleep last night. Couldn’t stop thinking about you, about this…” He’s reached your panties. Your hips grind back against the vinyl as you widen the opening, making room for him between your legs. “You’re always so hot and wet and ready for me.” Unsure who gasps louder when his fingers streak across your damp sex. Your kisses grow fiercer. You nip at his bottom lip and lick the arch of one cheekbone. You hum against his neck and dig your fingers into his scalp. That urge to suck your throat until the fragile vessels beneath the skin surrender and burst washes over him again. Marking you. Claiming you. A secret he has to keep, denying this dark desire for now.
The console between your body and his is annoying, constantly impeding his movements. “Get in the back with me,” he implores, swiping one last teasing stroke across your clit before he moves back, panting and hot, too hot, the upcoming summer with you will destroy him.
Once you’ve both made your way the rear seat of the car the milkman shoves your sheet music book carelessly to the floor, his hands seating heavily on your hips, tugging to indicate he wants you to move. You’re just able to crawl onto his lap, your head bent so you don’t hit the roof of the car. His hands are already back under your dress again, buried beneath that lightweight, fluttery material with its tempting little fruits.
He strokes your thighs and you lick the sweat from his brow. He mashes his face between the breasts still hidden from sight, inhaling that clean soap and powder scent. Everything about you is so fresh and new. Pure, until he makes you otherwise.
His hands cup the curves of your buttocks now, squeezing the soft globes of flesh. His appetite for the taste of that sweet candy mouth of yours is insatiable. It doesn’t even matter if anyone were to see you together now. A patrol officer, Nacha, your father, hell even the DDD or one of the doppelgangers themselves could be just outside the window and he’d tell them to fucking wait because he’s not giving you up, not for anyone or anything. Had he thought you too possessive earlier? He understands the notion completely. He wants you to be his. Only his.
“I want to taste you,” you breathe against his skin.
Oh, does that make his cock rise to full mast. He wants that, too. But it’s not going to be easy for you. A lot to take. And the actual flavor, once he bursts on your tongue…
“It’s not delicious like you, baby girl,” he cautions.
“It’s you. I want it,” you persist, and his prick lurches in agreement. Well, far be it from him to deny you.
You ease back off of Francis’ lap and sit beside him. He watches as you open his pants. No belt today. He’s made things slightly easier for you. Once that flushed organ is revealed there’s the slightest beat of hesitation. Suddenly reminded of his size. But there’s no turning back now. Your face is already bending. He hastily gathers your hair as you descend, mostly getting it out of the way, keeping his view of you unobstructed. Your tongue darts out and he hisses, his hips already rising to meet your mouth. It’s going to take every ounce of willpower not to deepthroat you, to roughly fuck that wet tunnel until he reaches the nirvana waiting for him. He’s shaking with the effort of it. You’ve managed to engulf the head of his cock and for now, that does just fine. A bit of a scrape with your teeth, but he knows you’ll adjust. A fast learner at everything.
He feels the moment your jaw loosens, slackening a bit, relaxing to ease more of him inside your mouth. Still barely reaching a third of the way, but it’s progress. Wet, warm progress. Your tongue digs into the slit as if seeking more of the precum that had escaped earlier. Your fingers curl around the base of the shaft but he pushes you away from that nest of dark curls. He just wants your mouth and nothing else right now. Those sweet lips spread in an inviting ring for him to pop in and out of. Narrow, but nothing like your pussy would be the first time he violated you.
No, don’t think about that. He doesn’t want to cum this soon.
Your mouth releases him and you gasp for air. He can see your lashes are wet from the strain, your lips already swelling. He imagines there’s some tingling, there and elsewhere. Drooling for him in more than one opening. You spit a wad of clear lubrication on the crown and stroke your saliva up and down and it’s just about the fucking hottest thing he’s ever experienced. Where did you get these ideas from? Did you gossip with other girls? Sneak a dirty magazine from somewhere? He just can’t envision you doing something so naughty. Then again, you’d been asking to suck his dick. And doing it so, so well.
Francis doesn’t hesitate once your mouth closes over his turgid member again. He’s fucking your mouth, still much shallower than he’d like, but enough to really test your gag reflex. He loves the lewd sound it makes, that moist suction with every collision. He’s pulling your hair more than guiding your head but it’s really gone beyond any kind of tenderness now. Forget holding back. He wants to fill that pretty mouth with his sperm and he wants you to swallow it all down. Every single drop.
“So good, baby girl. You feel so good.”
You moan. Maybe a protest. Maybe a bit of wonton desire. Perhaps a little of both. The older man continues to fuck your teenage mouth. He’s close. He’d give you a warning but he doesn’t want you pulling away at the last minute. He jerks your head back so he’s balanced on the edge of your tongue, so he can see your face when he floods your mouth with his seed, ropes of thick cream that pool along that muscle. You flinch and he tugs harder, making sure to keep you in place.
“Stay right there. Swallow it, honey.” He wipes his cock off on the corner of your mouth and your lips close. A grimace as you taste the acrid fluid, holding it for the briefest of moments against your taste buds before gulping it down.
Fuck, you were perfect. Every depraved action performed so well. Still innocent and yet not. Moving a little further along that path of depravity he’s leading you down.
You’re much wetter when his hands return to the soft flesh beneath your panties. It doesn’t take long for his fingers to coax an orgasm from you, working feverishly against your partially hooded bud. He doesn’t relish the taste of his jizz in your mouth but the flavor dissipates soon enough and there’s just your flavor again, that honey taste accompanying those siren moans as you achieve your release against his prodding digits, making him want you all over again.
But there simply isn’t time. He really does have to do the shopping, then return home to put it away before going to the bowling alley for his first time out with the neighbors.
“Are you still coming to the park with me and Ana tomorrow?”
Francis is back behind the wheel again and you’re in the passenger seat.
“Yes.”
“We’ll come by around noon. Have lunch there.”
“Okay.”
“Did you have fun today?”
Another nod. More words of praise for you. A few last kisses. Then the milkman drives to a different grocery store, to one of the larger chains that had put the abandoned one he’d been parked behind that afternoon out of business, leaving that silent witness to the affair behind.
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Francis digs a quarter out of his pocket for the rental later that afternoon at the bowling alley, finding shoes that match his size. He doesn’t really like wearing something that’s been on countless other bodies. Not everyone was clean. But those were the rules.
He’s never been much of a fan of bowling, the craze that was sweeping the nation baffling him. It was on television multiple nights a week. There were so many competitions. The evolution from needing pin boys to reset the field, emerging from behind the curtained flaps to line them in a profession that was more than a little risky if the timing was just the slightest bit off, to the convenience of faster moving automated pin setters that put those same youths out of work, had really elevated the popularity of the sport.
There was quite a variety of age groups in the alley that afternoon. Maybe he should have brought you here. He wouldn’t be able to touch your or kiss you. He’d have to pretend, and that was hard enough in front of Nacha and Ana and your father. He barely knows his partners for the evening, Izaack and Angus and the Peachman brothers.
Only for you would he go to this much effort. Securing a plausible alibi for a future time with you. That softens the unpleasantness a bit and he studies the shellacked wooden floor. That was part of the trick of it, or so he’d heard. Something about the interaction of the slick floor coating and the texture and weight of the rubber balls making them easier to roll and collect a strike. Of course, there was still skill involved. He doesn’t quite have the flow down, the correct arch of back and swing of arm to really send his ball towards the targets at precisely the correct spot eluding him. The floors are slippery and he doesn’t want to land on his ass. This is awkward enough as it is.
“Have you met the new neighbors yet?” Angus directs this question to anyone within range, marking his score on the card. The salesman was good, but so far the reporter was further in the lead.
“Who?” The younger of the two brothers looks puzzled.
“You know, the ones on the second floor.” He nudges the other shoemaker and the redhead stares until he comprehends what his older sibling is trying to discreetly imply. Of course there was only one way to snag an apartment in the building these days. The previous tenant had come to an unfortunate end. It’s a sobering thought that leaves the small group silent for a few moments before Albertsky speaks up again.
“So who are they?”
“A college professor and his daughter. A high school senior. Mother deceased.” Izaack divulges the information with the same clinically detached voice he uses when delivering the newscast on the local network, not even looking up from the small notepad he’s scribbling in. No doubt at work on some new feature he’ll be presenting in an upcoming televised report.
“How come you know so much?”
“It’s my job,” the raven haired man says with a tired sounding sigh of resignation. Something he probably has to remind people of often. The milkman doesn’t envy him his career.
“She’s pretty. I’ve seen her in the elevator. Nice body on that one,” Angus murmurs, his teeth flashing in a feral grin.
Francis slips and the ball lands in the gutter. Robertsky barks a laugh and he glowers at him, his ire shifting to the bachelor salesman.
“Whoa, if looks could kill, you’d be dead right now, Angus,” Albertsky quips.
Izaack looks up from his work finally, the foot crossed over one knee freezing, no longer jostling in some gentle rhythm. His blue eyes lock onto Francis’ features. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” he says through gritted teeth. He sucks in a deep breath to steady his nerves, aware that he’s caught the attention of the entire group now. You just…you shouldn’t talk about her like that. Imagine if it was your daughter being leered at like that.”
“Sure, except I don’t have a daughter.”
“I would kill someone that looked at Ana that way,” he says vehemently. Another awkward silence stretches between the men. He means it. He’d do anything for his daughter.
Of course, it’s not your virtue that’s making him defend you right now. It’s jealousy, rearing its ugly head. Another emotion he’d condemned you for experiencing earlier, burning in his gut and cleaving his tongue to the roof of his mouth. He’s livid, seething. Most of all because the very accusation he’s making hits so close to home. He’s guilty of far more than just lecherous thoughts of you. He’s acting on them. The very worst sort of person. Suddenly all his justifications feel thin as gauze. Ephemeral. He can claim he’s just trying to find the affection and happiness he’s been denied for so long all he wants. The end result is the same. He’s corrupting you, little by little.
And he has no intention of stopping.
“Ah, he’s just being a protective parent,” Robertsky says dismissively, breaking the silence at last, scratching at his moustache nervously as he waits to see how this response will be received.
“She’s eighteen,” the cleft chinned reporter murmurs, and Francis directs his withering gaze at the suited man. Great, now he was encouraging him.
“See? There you go. Not really a child anymore. Legally an adult. It’s hardly a similar comparison,” Angus protests.
“Drop it.” The milkman slouches on the seat next to Izaack, watching bitterly as the ball Robertsky’s sent careening down the lane neatly knocks over every one of the ten pins.
A score he knows he’s never going to be able to achieve.
***
It rains the next day, ruining Francis’ plans to take you and his daughter to the park.
He knows he’s sulking and he doesn’t really care. Last night had been sheer torture. He’s got a headache and he just wants to shut himself away for the remainder of the day to brood.
Instead he gets ready to go to your apartment, because your father has invited the milkman and his girlfriend and child over for dinner. His appetite for food has abandoned him again, but his hunger for you is never really sated. It’s an awkward mix of desire and reluctance propelling him to your door, Ana’s small hand clutched in his, his culinary gifted roommate on the opposite side. He’ll have to make small talk. Not let his eyes linger on you too long.
How the hell is he going to make this work?
You open the door, clad in another dress he hasn’t yet seen. This one a solid color with a more demure neckline. He still likes it, admiring how put together you always look. Nothing out of place. You set the table while everyone else converses in the living room. It’s no use. He just can’t come up with any contributions to the current discussion, the idle chatter. He suddenly rockets to his feet, insisting on helping you, grateful that Nacha has Ana in her lap, keeping her occupied. He doesn’t want his daughter tagging along. He knows he’s being obvious already, or maybe that’s just the paranoia haunting him.
You glance up at him midway through setting a fork down, the steel cutlery glinting in your hand. “You shouldn’t be in here,” you murmur softly.
“Why not?”
“You know why not,” you hiss back. He follows you into the kitchen. The room he’d first kissed you in. God, he really shouldn’t be thinking about that right now. Lifting you onto the counter. Rubbing his cock against your pussy…
“You told me we had to pretend.”
“Yes.”
“You’re not pretending. It’s written all over your face.”
“What is?”
“Francis, we can’t both be…” You turn, the exasperated sound dying in your throat as you see his expression. That raw, naked, desperate want.
“Can’t both be what?” He’s crowding you back against the sink again. Your eyes dart to the open doorway.
“One of us has to be the voice of reason.”
“I got robbed of my time with you earlier. I don’t really give a flying fuck about reason right now.”
“Francis, no…”
“I need you,” he says, planting a rough kiss on your lips, his palm following the curve of one hip.
“Please. Not now. Not here.”
“When, then? Where?”
“Tomorrow, after I’m done watching Ana, you can walk me back, my dad will be at work.”
“No. Sooner than that.” His grip on you tightens.
“Francis, I don’t know…”
“Don’t you want me?” He’s practically whining. If you asked him to kneel and beg right then, he’d do it. He’d actually do it.
“You know I do,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion.
“Are you ready to serve our guests? Need a hand?” You’re father’s voice carries from the living room.
“No, dad, I’ve got it. Francis is helping me,” you call back, shooting him a pleading look. “Later, then,” you promise. “We’ll figure something out.”
Somewhat placated, the milkman steals another kiss before he moves away.
Later.
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VIRGINITY (PART TWO)
carl grimes x fem!reader
tags: p in v sex, unprotected sex (don’t recommend yall)
masterlist here!
read part one here!
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The day you lost your virginity, everything seemed so…weird. Rick and Michonne had planned to go on a run for a couple of days and the two of you were left with Judith. You’d both asked for advice from Glenn and Maggie and while you got some pretty good advice, Carl got an awkward conversation and a condom.
This was your chance. That morning, you and Carl woke up early to say goodbye to them. “The two of you are gonna be here with Judith, okay? I have Daryl sort of keepin an eye on you so behave.” Rick tells you, packing some cans of food from the pantry into his bag. You look to Carl with sort of an annoyed look. He returns the same.
“Understand?” You both turn to Rick and nod. “Yeah we got it.” Carl replies. Now you had to figure out a way to get Daryl off your back as well. “I trust ‘em.” Michonne approaches from behind you, putting her hand on your shoulder while giving you a smile. You smile at her back, knowing you’re kinda lying to her. But you’re a horny teenager. You gotta do what you gotta do.
“Well…I’m sure they appreciate that. We gotta go.” Rick tells Michonne, zipping up his bag and throwing it over his shoulder. He makes his way through the house, the rest of you following after. You give them their hugs and say goodbye. Once the door slams shut, Judith starts crying. Screaming at the top of her fucking lungs.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” You hold your head in your hands, unprepared for the headache about to overtake your brain. “Hey, don’t be stressed. We can use this to our advantage.” Carl smiles and picks up Judith as she sobbed, also grabbing a couple toys before walking out the front door. You watch him walk all the way over to the armory to hand her off to Olivia.
When he disappeared into the faraway house, you turned around to find something to do. When you do turn around, you’re met with Daryl. “Jesus what the fuck!” You practically jump back, Daryl just looks at you like you’re crazy. “Don’t do that, holy shit- where did you come from!?” You put your hand over your heart and try your best to catch your breath. “The back door.” He just stares at you till you’re done. You finally catch your breath.
“Do I seriously need to watch over the two of ya or can I go work on my bike?” He asks, you sort of hesitate for some odd reason, you felt bad for lying. “We’ll be fine. Probably gonna make some soup or something and I might go to the range later. I dunno what he’ll do, probably clean his gun.” You shock yourself with how elaborate that lie was. He nods. “Okay. I’ll see ya.” He made his way out the front door.
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A little later, Carl came back and met with you in your guys’ room where you were changing. He closed the door behind him and you turn around to smile at him, your shirt sliding off your arms. “Whatcha doing?” You ask with an endearing smile. He walks a bit closer. “Looking at you.” You giggle at his response. “You mean watching me change? That’s a bit perverted don’t you think?” You rummage through your closet for another shirt.
“I don’t think so.” He slowly comes up behind you, sliding his hands over your waist. He lodges his face into the crook of your neck where begins to plant harsh kisses. “Stop looking.” He tells you, lowering your arms from the clothes you had in your hand. You turn to face him and he smiles once you do. “You’re so pretty.” He puts his hand up to hold your cheek while he pulls you in for another kiss. This one was soft, the kind of kiss that really meant something. A feeling in your stomach told you things would only get better from here.
The kisses continue, only getting more intense and eventually his tongue slips into your mouth. You let out a small moan and you can feel him smile at that as he kissed you even more. You feel him pull you a little and you follow, your mouths still intertwined. He quickly spins you and plops you on the bed. He seemed confident on the outside, little did you know he was extremely nervous. You sit back with your arms propping you up and he leans in to kiss you again, his hands going straight to the buttons of your jeans. It’s quickly unbuttoned and he starts to tug them off you, standing to discard his own shirt as well.
Looking at him like this drives you insane. His messy hair, swollen lips, and the very obvious boner confined by his jeans. You were both scared and excited. Carl on the other hand was just really fucking horny. He got on the bed above you, one of his knees between your legs rutting against your clothed cunt. You let out yet another small moan and this prompts him to pull away and reach around to your back to unfasten your bra. Or try at least.
He was new to this, you can’t blame him. He fiddles with the clasp in a frustrated manner. “I just wanna see you.” He frowns, upset at himself for not being able to successfully take your bra off. You look at him with a sly smile. He shuts his eyes and rests his forehead on yours, his hand freezing in place as he accepted defeat. “Could you help me please?” He has a defeated tone and you laugh, undoing the clasp of your bra, letting it slide down your arms. While you did so, he worked on undressing you completely and then you waited for him to undress himself.
You’d palmed him once, you knew he wasn’t small but christ. Now you were definitely nervous. He smiled at you, basking in your beauty before leaning down to kiss a trail all the way from your stomach, up to your chest, to your neck. He was so unbelievably happy. He leaned back up to kiss you some more, his hand wandering down to your thigh, pulling it up. Your other thigh moves up instinctively and he pulls away to look down to actually do this.
He holds your legs at the back of your knees while guides himself to where he believes is the right spot. Glenn was a fucking liar. He has no idea what he’s doing. Maggie was right. Jesus this was so awkward. “Um…i-is this right or-” He stutters hoping you’d know how to guide him. You did, you helped him but not without accidentally sliding his tip against your clit, extracting a sharp moan from the both of you. Once he found your hole, he looked at you before slowly pushing into you.
Your mouth drops slightly at the feeling, his eyebrows furrow in pleasure. “This okay?” He asked quietly, stopping to hear your response. “Mhm s’fine just keep going slow.” He nodded and kept pushing, eventually bottoming out. He was breathing heavily, and you were too but he seemed to be on another planet. “A-are you okay?” You sort of giggle. His eyes are shut and he nods. “Just really tight that’s all.” He says breathlessly, gripping your thighs like he was never gonna let go. “Mkay. you can start moving if-if you’re ready.”
Well he’s been ready. He begins to slowly stroke in and out of you, he opens his eyes and leans down to kiss you. You moan into his mouth and you wrap your arms around him. He props himself up to hover over you, still pressing his length into your now, sopping heat. He leans his head back into your neck, moaning against your skin while you leave indents on his back from your nails. “You’re so good, so warm n wet. l-love you s-so much. Please.” He rambled, not even sure why he was saying please.
You could only moan in response, muttering a small “I love you too”back. He started to thrust a bit faster, his pace only increasing. It got to the point where you couldn’t even speak. You could tell he was close to cumming, you were too. Everything felt so good, his affection was only making it ten times better. He was so sweet with you, he really wanted you to feel good and not just him. You were glad he was the one taking your virginity.
“Carl-f-fuck I’m gonna cum.” You tell him, your nails digging into his skin deeper than before which causes him to groan. “Mhm me too.” His voice sounds somewhat strained. You clench around him before cumming all over his cock, him following soon after. He bottoms out inside of you one last time, hitting your g-spot perfectly, causing you both moan loudly.
He smiles satisfactorily, pulling you into his embrace while he breathes heavily. “You’re so perfect.” He presses a kiss to your jaw and smiles against your skin. “You are. I feel so good.” You say basically astounded, reaching your hand up to rest in his hair. You spend a moment, just breathing and enjoying the afterglow.
Suddenly, Carl pulls away from your neck, and looks up as if he had heard something. You eyebrows knit together in confusion.
“What is it?”
“We forgot the condom.”
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a/n: ok cuz i’m scared and nervous to post this but imma do it anyway THIS WAS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT i hope it’s okayyy i feel like it was so sped up and im mad about it but let’s ignore that 0-0 hope you like ittttttttttt (im so scared right now you shut up)
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you know what I need? Lucifer being a simp for Adam…and maybe Charlie or Angel calling him out on it
Me too! Lol
Lucifer would do anything for Adam if it meant it would make him happy. He got him everything he ever wanted, even if it was just a passing comment that he liked something, Lucifer would go back and get it for him.
He would make sure Adams food was prepared exactly how he liked it.
They would do things that they both enjoyed and when Adam picked Lucifer would put in 110% to make sure he was happy.
And when they had sex, he made sure Adam felt like he was touching the clouds up in heaven at a minimum of three times.
So he really shouldn't be surprised when he got called out for it. "You're a simp dad." Charlie had told him.
"She's right you know. Forget King of Hell, they should call you the King of simps." Angel chimed in from his spot on the sofa.
Lucifer frowned. "So what? I'm a simp for being a good boyfriend?"
"You're trying too hard, dad."
"Adam doesn't seem to mind." He defended himself, it was true Adam seemed to be enjoying everything they did together.
"Adam is also a slut for praise and attention." Angel said. "Plus that bitch isn't gonna turn down free shit and great sex."
"Ew Angel." Charlie wrinkled her nose.
Okay, that was true, Adam did have a praise kink and loved any and all attention that was on him as long as it was good.
But it wasn't one-sided. Adam did things for Lucifer to show his love. Just the other day he reached up to the top shelf for him when he needed a bowl.
But he didn't think he was a simp just because he loved Adam. "I'll prove to you I'm not a simp!"
Adam walked in at that time, a huge smile on his face. Oh, that smile made Lucifer's heart melt...."Luci, it's actually a nice day for once. Why don't we have lunch in the park?"
He felt his heart flutter. "Sure thing, I'll put something together. I should be ready in ten."
"Ten it is." Adam leaned down and kissed Lucifer sweetly before he left so he himself got ready for their lunch date.
Lucifer turned back to look at Charlie and Angel, who both wore matching smug looks. "Shut up."
Angel held up his hands in defense. "Hey, it's okay if you're bussy whipped. No judgement here."
Lucifer scowled, was he not a simp and he was not 'bussy' whipped. He snapped his fingers and a picnic basket appeared full of finger sandwiches, fruit, and wine. "I am not a simp and I am not whipped."
"Luci, are you ready?" Adam called from the front door.
"Coming my love.~" Lucifer was up and out of his chair and made a beeline for Adam who was waiting for him patiently. He could hear the laughter behind him but he didn't give a shit.
If giving Adam all his love and affection made him a simp, then so fucking be it.
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Could u do a Tom Kaulitz 2010 ff where the reader is a woman and she is a Goddess in the mafia world. And Tom is also a Mafia god and they meet to discuss business and she gets all flirty and since she's across from him at the desk, she rubs her foot on his leg ykyk. Then Tom calls the other people out and gives she like gives Tom head. Then he like bends her over the desk and fucks her.
If u don't want to do it it's fine!!
yyesssss
Business deals
PAIRINGS: Tom 2010 x Female reader
CONTENT: SMUT
SYPNOSIS: Tom and Y/N are considered god and goddesses of the mafia world, respected by everyone and filthy rich, they decide to do "business" together.
WARNINGS: dom!tom, sub!reader, p in v (doggystyle), sucking d, teasing, mentions of drugs
I was considered a mafia goddess, everyone at my feet. I had so much power and money, so much respect.
Tom did too, he was apart of another family, a well respected and filthy rich mafia boss. We were meeting to exchange business, I needed a favour and so did he.
As I got to his house, I was instantly taken to my seat, the bodyguard even pulling the seat out for me, "thankyou" I smiled softly, sitting down and fixing my dress.
I saw Toms dark and tall figure emerge from the dark door frame, a black sweater and dark blue jeans on his toned body. I bit my lip softly, the way his sweater outlined his arms was turning me on.
He finally sat down, I shook his hand and introduced myself briefly, "may I just say, you look beautiful tonight" Tom smirked, a hint of lust in his expression. I smirked "why thankyou Tom, you look very handsome" I giggled softly.
"So, business?" he looked down at the contract, "yeah, you said you needed a few men to take care of something? What was the problem?" he sighed "there's a guy who won't pay us back for the drugs we gave him, we have tried everything but can't locate him at all, I know how great you are with finding anyone so I need your help schatz.." he rubbed his temples, clearly frustrated even talking about it.
"Oh of course honey, I need something back from you though.." I slowly lifted my foot, rubbing it on his leg, a tension building in the room. He cleared his through, "right..t-the uh..the cars you wanted from me?" I nodded, a grin taking over my face.
I could tell his self control was wearing off, his forehead lining with seat beads. I moved closer to his crotch, rubbing his inner thighs softly. "Okay..well, I need you guys to leave so we can close the deal" Tom yelled out to the guards, they all nodded and locked the door behind them.
"Don't be a fucking tease.." Tom spat, "come here.." he growled, I slowly got up, standing in front of him. He looked up at me, a satisfied smile plastered on his beautiful face, his hands came to my waist, rubbing it softly. "You're so beautiful.." he leaned in and kissed my stomach softly, a hand coming to my ass and squeezing it roughly.
I slowly got onto my knees, getting in between his legs, "you gonna suck my cock pretty girl?" he caressed my cheek softly, I nodded, zipping his jeans down, Tom kicking them off.
His cock strained against his grey boxers, staring me down. "Cmon..." he pushed my head down softly. I palmed his cock softly, "fuckk.." he groaned.
I smirked at his reaction, taking his cock out, my eyes widening at the size, "oh fuck.." I whispered, looking up at him. "Too big?" he chuckled, one hand tangled in my hair, pulling it softly.
"No.." I rolled my eyes, not letting him know I probably couldn't take it. I slowly wrapped my lips around his cock, engulfing his cock into my mouth, taking every inch I could.
He hissed at the pleasure, "fuck baby..such a pretty mouth" pushing my head down further, my mouth only being able to fit 3/4 of his cock.
I began to bob my head up and down, tongue flattening on the bottom of his length, feeling all of his pulsing veins. I occasionally swirled my tongue over his tip, his breath hitching every time I did.
"Fucking hell baby..so good" he moaned, pushing my head down onto his cock harshly, saliva building around my mouth as I gagged on his cock.
"Oh liebe..you take my cock so well" he chuckled, his cock throbbing intensely in my mouth, signalling his impending orgasm. "Cumming soon..keep going.." he groaned, I quickened my pace, sucking harder and faster in hopes to speed it up, my jaw was getting super tired.
"Fuck!" he yelled, his thighs shook as he shot his cum into my mouth, grabbing my head and making me deepthroat it to make sure every last drop was out. I swallowed and pulled away, my mouth messy and glistening with saliva.
"Such a messy girl..bet I can make you even more messier" he pulled me up, turning me around and slamming me into the desk, my ass perked up in the air. He bunched my dress up, moaning softly at my lacey thong.
"All for me huh? Fucking tease.." He growled, smacking my ass roughly. I yelped, "Tom! Just put it in.." I pushed my clothes pussy into his rock hard cock, "alright alright.." he chuckled, moving my thong to the side and positioning himself at my entrance.
"Just tell me if it's too much, ok?" he leaned down, kissing my shoulder softly. "Since when did you care about-ahh!" I cried out as he shoved his cock into me mid sentance, starting to harshly thrust immediately.
He pistoned his length into me, hitting my g spot harshly, "Mmm! Fuck!" I moaned loudly, holding onto the desk desperatly, "such a good girl.." he moaned, smacking my ass.
His cock felt so good in me, fitting almost too perfectly, like it was made for my pussy, the constant praises and spanks only turned me on more.
"Ohh fuck!" I whimpered, arching my back to meet his thrusts. He slammed his hips into my ass, balls slapping against my pussy harshly, the room filling with sounds of our moans and slapping skin.
I knew everyone could hear what we were doing, it's not like we were being quiet. I think he wanted everyone to know, maybe in a way to tell them I was his, but was I?
He continued to ram his fat cock into me, hitting all the right spots. "Pussy is so good...so tight and wet f'me.." his hand tangled into my hair, pulling it back harshly, his lips connecting with my neck, sucking harshly and leaving painful, dark purple marks everywhere.
"Ah!" I cried out as he smacked my ass cruely, a red mark forming on the cheek. "Take it, take it like the good girl you are" he whined, throwing his head back, a state of euphoria washing over the both of us.
I started to feel tension buiding up in my tummy, my pussy starting to clench around his cock softly. "Gonna cum already? Is my cock that good?" he smirked, gripping my hair tighter and kissing my shoulder, leaving marks there too.
I nodded quickly, not being able to speak from all the pleasure I was recieving at once. Then his hand came to my clit, rubbing fast and harsh circles, bringing me closer to my orgasm.
"Ohhh my god!" I cried out, a clear liquid streaming out of my pussy as I orgasmed, legs slightly shaking. "Such a messy girl.." he chuckled, "didn't know you had that in you" he kissed my neck roughly, continuing to thrust harshly.
"Squirt on this cock again, now" he demanded, pushing me back onto the desk and grabbing my hips, fucking me even harder, his cock slamming in and out of me at an inhuman pace, sending me over the edge again.
"Gonna cum baby, quick..cum with me" he moaned loudly, burying his cock into my tight hole, wet and dripping for him.
"Fuck fuck fuck!" I whimpered, legs starting to tremble again, a second orgasm awaiting.
His thrusts only quickened again, tip abusing my sweet spot, making huge waves of pleasure crash through me, overstimulation setting in, "t-too much!" I cried out, a tear falling down my cheek.
"Just a little bit more ok?" he stroked my ass, rubbing my clit again to gain another powerful orgasm from me, "oh fuck!" I yelled out, squirting all over his cock again, the liquid dripping onto the floor.
He cried out and shot his load into my pussy, filling me up with his thick cum. "Shit..." He panted, grabbing my hips and sitting back down in the chair, his cock still deep in me.
After we both calmed down he pulled out, his cum dripping out of my pussy and onto his thighs, he smirked and grabbed a tissue nearby, cleaning everything up and getting dressed again.
"You're such an obedient girl, I think I need you around more often" he winked, patting my ass as I collected my bag, "call me then" I smirked, kissing his cheek.
"Oh, before you go" he stopped me, grabbing my face softly and kissing me passionately, "I mean it, come around more, I love seeing you, especially in slutty dressed like that" he smirked "yeah alright Tom, bye bye" I smiled and walked out of the office doors.
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MORE OMEGAVERSE I BEG
well... if you insist...
men and minors dni
you wake up to whimpers.
sevika likes to sleep right on top of you, one arm around your waist, one leg over your hips, her face smashed against the mating bite she'd left in your throat years ago. it's exactly where you find her when you blink your eyes open.
you look around the room, in search of the noise that woke you. it's still dark, but a breeze blows in through the cracked window next to your bed, so you just write the sound off as the wind and settle back against your pillow to go to sleep again.
but then, sevika whines against your neck.
it's a tiny little sound, a needy, sleepy 'mmh'. and it's accompanied by a roll of her hips.
you're suddenly wide awake, and incredibly aware of the hot, hard line of your wife's cock pressing against your hip. you take a deep breath, whimpering as you exhale. the whole room smells like sevika's arousal.
usually, your wife's scent is the most comforting smell in the world to you. warm like an old book, smoky like a campfire, a hint of cinnamon that only grows when she's happy.
but when she's aroused, when she's in rut, she smells like this. fucking intoxicating. like whiskey and tobacco and honey. like pure indulgence, like sex itself.
you gulp, feeling warmth grow in your stomach as you count sevika's breaths.
she's been tired all week, in need of a good night's sleep. you don't want to wake her up, but you can't exactly fall back asleep knowing, feeling, and smelling the state your wife is in.
then she shifts again, her cock twitches against your hip, her hand tightens it's grip on your sleep shirt, and all your self control leaves in a flash.
you turn in your wife's grip so she's spooning you, pressing your ass against her cock. her breath stutters in her sleep. you grin, placing your arm over hers where it's draped over you as you start to grind your ass against her cock.
a low groan leaves sevika's lips, and she curls even tighter around your body, pulling you closer to her. you chuckle, and whisper into the dark room. "feel good, baby?"
sevika, starting to stir, grunts. you sigh.
"feels good for me too." you whisper. then, you pull her arm up your chest, pressing your nose against her wrist and taking a deep breath. "fuck, you smell so good." you whine.
you're getting needy, you can feel your arousal starting to coat your thighs, your clit pulsing in your pajama shorts. you gently nip her wrist, then bring her hand down, squeezing her fingers around your tit as you continue to grind against her.
"wake up, honey." you whine. sevika groans behind you, then takes a sharp inhale. you chuckle.
"baby?" she mumbles, lifting her head from the pillow. then, once she gets her bearings, "oh fuck." she whimpers.
you burst into giggles, and sevika growls behind you. "goodmorning, love." you whisper. sevika growls again, her own hips joining in on your grinding. you gasp as she starts humping against your ass. "was gonna let you sleep but--"
"take your fucking pants off." she interrupts. her voice is low and scratchy with sleep and arousal, and from her tone you can tell you're going to have to call out of work the next few days while you teach yourself how to walk again.
you whimper, scrambling to follow her command as she starts licking and sucking your throat. her hand darts under your sleep shirt, fondling and squeezing your tits as you wiggle in her grasp.
the moment your pajama bottoms are around your knees, you reach behind yourself and start pulling at sevika's waistband. she chuckles lowly.
"needy?" she asks. you giggle.
"always for you."
sevika groans-- she's always caught off guard by your sappy shit in bed-- and you can feel the way she shivers behind you. she presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder, mumbles a "love you," and then pushes you down onto your stomach.
you spread your legs, making room for her behind you, and she quickly kneels between your legs and tugs on your hips until your grinding your cunt against her still clothed cock.
you groan against the mattress. "sevika."she chuckles, then swipes a finger down your cunt. you gasp.
"need my fingers?" she asks. you whine.
you probably do. you haven't had her cock in a few days, she's always so much bigger when she's in rut. but, you can feel your slick starting to slide down your thighs, and you're so drunk on your wife's scent, and her cock's twitching in her boxers against your cunt-- "just fuck me." you gasp.
sevika grunts, pulls down her boxers, and slides the tip of her cock through your folds just once, before she sinks into you in one go.
you both whine.
sevika hinges forward at her waist, collapsing on top of you. one of her arms is hooked around your waist, keeping your hips in the air, the other is supporting her weight against the headboard. she sinks her teeth into your shoulder, then starts her thrusts.
"you okay?" she grunts, not slowing down despite her concern.
you pull your face out of the covers quick enough to squeal out a "yes!" then collapse against the bed when you hear her responding chuckles.
it doesn't take long for the stretch and discomfort to pass, pleasure quickly filling your veins, the sound of your squelching cunt filling the room with it. sevika giggles in your ear.
"hear your nasty needy cunt?" she asks. you whine against the sheets. "fuck, i'm addicted to you, baby. i dunno how i'm not fuckin' you all the time. you're so fuckin' perfect for me. so. fuckin'. perfect." she punctuates with each of her thrusts.
you can feel her knot swelling up at the base of her cock, starting to nudge against your hole. you clench your cunt, muffle your giggle at the way sevika's hips stutter, then sob when her hand reaches down to pinch your clit.
"shit!" she spits. "fuck, you're tight baby, burnin' up around me-- soaking the fucking sheets."
"sev--"
"you're clenchin' so tight baby, y' gonna cum?" she groans.
"sevika!" you cry. she chuckles, then licks your mating bite.
"needy fuckin' omega. wakin' me up in the middle of the night for my cock." she growls. "cum on my cock since you want it so bad, n' i'll knot you, 'n we can go back to sleep 'til the sun comes up and i gotta fuck another load in this pussy."
"sevika!" she sinks her teeth in your throat and you cum. "s-s-sevikaaa!" you cry, squirting around her cock. "sev, sev, alpha, alpha, knot me i want your kids, i want you inside me--"
sevika lets out a whimper, snaps her hips, and her knot slides inside of you with an audible 'pop.'
you'd laugh if you weren't so busy moaning.
"i fuckin' love you." sevika whimpers, before she cums.
she fills you up so much you can feel your walls stretch with her load. you have to muffle your pathetic, desperate whines against the bed as you cum around her cock again, another wave of pleasure flooding you with each twitch of her cock.
when you catch your breath, sevika's still shaking on top of you. you reach up and find her mating mark on the side of her neck, gently rubbing the scar as she catches her breath. she hums happily against your neck.
"didn't think your rut was supposed to come for a few more weeks." you giggle eventually. sevika snorts, and she collapses on top of you, pulling you back on your side so you're spooning again.
"think i just came my fuckin' brains out." she mumbles. you giggle. "must be the summer weather makin' me rut so early."
you hum, then clench around her cock, giggling when she whines and pinches your hip.
"love you." you whisper, your eyelids drooping.
sevika's snoring is your only verbal response, but in her sleep she pulls you closer to her chest.
you fall asleep smiling.
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Can you do a dom Tashi fic with a female reader? Need her! Lol
cw: went kind of wild with this, blindfolds, orgasm delay/denial, puppy play, mommy kink, slight bdsm, implied masochistic reader, stoplight system, shirt used as bondage, mentions of ropes/gags/fucking machines, infidelity, pain play, you can decide if the bonus implied poly part is canon to the story, feminization (one good girl bc i couldn’t hold it back), patrick catching strays 💀, canon typical mind games, extreme spanking mention, tashi being a good dom (+ off screen aftercare, trust), mention of cleaning her strap with your tongue, slight degradation, unedited, afab reader
“Mmfh- Tashi, slow down…” You whine, pausing your makeout session to her immediate disapproval. “I don’t think we should be doing this anymore.”
She rolls her eyes but she humors you and pulls back to sit on her heels. Tashi wonders what’s got you so worked up this time, but she knows she can take care of it and you’ll be back on her strap where you belong. Regardless of any “boyfriend.”
“What are you talking about?” She coos, rubbing your cheekbones with the sides of her thumbs and admiring how your eyes clearly want to flutter shut. “You’re not doing anything wrong, don’t worry about it.”
You bite your lip, stuffing your hands in between your thighs so you won’t want to chew on your nails, “But what about Patrick? Isn’t this cheating? I thought you guys were together.”
She doesn’t immediately say that you had your tongue all up in her pussy even when you apparently had that idea in your head. You’ve been fucking for months, so it’s kind of silly to be getting your panties in a twist over morals this late in the game. But you just don’t get it yet, that’s all. You don’t have the mindset for these kinds of things, not like Tashi does.
“How can we be together if he’s not here? What we had is as limp as his dick. Not like us, you’re so much better than him, babe.” She whispers, sliding her hands down to massage your shoulders “If he hasn’t gotten the hint by now, then that’s his own fuckin’ fault, you got that?”
The venom in her little speech by the end wasn’t directed at you, it could never be, but you’re taken aback by it all the same. You’re not the kind of person who’d take pleasure from knowingly helping someone cheat, but Tashi Duncan doesn’t need help to do anything. And at least you’re worth something to her, unlike Patrick who at least deserves a lazyily written instagram dm.
You decide to chalk it all up to whatever the fuck seems to be in the college air, “Yeah, Tash’ , I got it.”
Tashi bucks her hips and rubs the tip of her strap against the sheets, pulling you into her lap to straddle it. She captures your lips in a second, sloppier, kiss and smooths her palms over your ass. You keen at the sharp smacks she gives you as you grind on the fake cock, sucking on her tongue and clutching onto the back of her neck.
It’s Tashi who interrupts the kiss this time, to grab the nearby silk blindfold and slip it around your eyes. After a reassurance from you that you can’t see anything at all, she tugs your button up shirt down to tie your wrists behind your back. Not anything too tight, but the fancy ropes, toys, and gags are back at her place.
You give her the okay to keep going after wiggling around to test your restraints, rolling your eyes behind your blindfold when you rattle off the stoplight system like she asks you to. You’re grateful that she can’t see it, you would be bent over her lap and your ass would be black and blue if she did. Sometimes you ask for that type of play outside of you being a brat.
Tashi tells you that you did a good job and your pussy jumps at the praise. She laughs meanly at the sight and digs her nails into your ass cheeks, moving your hips into a slow grind.
She pats you on the ass, “Up, puppy. Time for your treat.”
You obediently lift your hips, hearing her move around so she can position the head of her cock at your entrance. Despite how much you want to just absoutely slam your hips down on her length and feel your ass jiggle around it, you know she wants you to go slow even though she prepped you with her fingers earlier. Your pussy’s genuinely so tight and has trouble with penetration, you need to take your time for Tashi’s peace of mind at least. Especially since your cock slut hole likes the more monster looking dildos.
“You’ve got this puppy, just relax for me. That’s it.-” Tashi says, keeping a firm grip on your hips and eyeing the inches of her strap being slowly devoured by your greedy cunt.
Not being able to see your surroundings hightens the feeling of Tashi’s cock spreading you open. You whine when you’ve finally taken all of her, thanks to your determination and her fingers playing with your nipples. You accept the quick kiss she lays on you and start bouncing without her go ahead, earning you a slap across your heaving tits that gets you wetter than when she had you go on a fucking machine.
You enjoy being able to moan freely, shrieking like a porn star as Tashi alternates between playing with your tits and your ass. She doesn’t even have to move, you need her so bad that your pure instinct is driving you to cream on the thick cock inside you. You’re slicking it up already, so when Tashi rubs furious circles into your clit and she knows you’re clenching, she harshly grabs your face.
“No cumming until I say so, you remember the last time you were a bad puppy don’t you?”
You do, she made you orgasm so much that by the time it was over, gun to your head you would’ve sworn that your clit fell off.
“I-i’ll be good, fuck! I can hold it, mommy, promise!” You babble, feeling tired already but keeping up your unsustainable jackhammer pace.
Tashi leans back on her hands and enjoys the show. Your eyes covered and your arms held behind your back, basically being unable to do anything but fuck yourself on her huge fake cock. She reverntly rubs your thighs up and down, hitting you when you need it and soothing the sting afterward. She keeps you dangling over the edge for what feels like hours to you before you’re tempted to embrace whatever punishment she’ll dish out after you cum.
Just when you think that you’re to fall apart beyond repair and all recognition, Tashi squeezes each of your tits and takes them into her mouth. She brings her fingers back to your clit and you could cry in relief because she only pulls out all the stops when she wants you to give her a nice long orgasm.
“Good puppy, you can do it, cum for me. Gush all over mommy’s cock, make her proud- just like that… oh, good girl, that’s it, let it all out. I want you to make a big mess for me, I know how much you like to clean mommy’s strap.” She coos, talking you through it while you meet God.
You fall asleep giving Tashi’s cock a tongue bath.
Bonus:
The latest texts between Tashi and Patrick are pages and pages of entire essays about what you look and sound like when you cum. They’d knew you’d feel too guilty about coming in between them to go after you together, so they’re working on a sort of trial run. But what Patrick doesn’t know is that Tashi could care less if you warm up to him like you have to her, she ‘saw you across the room and loved your vibe’ first. She’d still have you if you succumbed to Patrick’s eventual “I can’t believe she dumped me” sobbed story anyway.
She does love you, you’re her baby. Patrick’s a fun experiment in how desperate a man can get.
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theater kid félix.
it comes without warning. kagami just sits down for lunch, distributes the invitations to the core four and says they’re going. smiles. please.
everyone looks to adrien, who shrugs with a laugh. he didn’t even know felix joined any troupe! quietly Marinette chews her plastic fork to tiny shards. no fucking wonder argos had given her a schedule of his “availability” for the next two months. (being a hero isn’t just something you opt out of, you know! what if I need you? / what could happen, marinette? call me if kagami or adrien gets hurt. bye!)
opening night, here’s the front row seating line up: adrien, marinette, kagami, alya, nino.
felix is absolutely stellar.
adrien is wide-eyed, absolutely marveling at seeing this new side of his cousin. he hasn’t seen him this happy (stage emotion or not) in years.
marinette is breathless and internally cringing behind the playbook, bouncing her legs in nervous anticipation. she thinks she’ll actually pass out if she sees a bunny, or any masks, or felix falling to the stage. she rips the cover off the playbill.
kagami is stone faced, having the time of her life. smiles hidden behind the back of her hand, absolutely drinking up his performance. logically she knows the plot of the show is simple, moving; frankly all she can keep track of is felix.
that is, until the second act end. felix strides to the leading lady and in the middle of their arguing, he kisses her.
kagami’s nails dig half moons into marinette’s knee; alya is shaking kagami’s shoulder and holding in an incredulous laugh. bookending this, Adrien and Nino are genuinely moved by this narrative turn of events.
at the end of the show, everyone gives felix their praises, their disbelief he did so well. Adrien smudges a thick layer of stage makeup from his cheek and Felix remarks that he can’t believe Adrien wore that shit all the time. Marinette is still absolutely flustered and Felix leans into this, stepping close to her and asking her genuine thoughts; how does it compare to any other shows she’s seen? was it compelling, the story, the character motivations? was it swoon worthy?
#kagami goes to make some remark about the kiss#and Felix says ah she was a total bitch. And then kisses kagami#felix fathom
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i need to know what happens in drabble #2 after they get home from the airport
Drabble # 3
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus-size female character (unnamed)
Background: Continuation of drabble #2 where Bucky listened to his girlfriend pleasure herself in the backseat of his car.
Summary: After weeks apart, Bucky finally gets her home to have his way with her.
Warnings: 18+ Only. Explicit sexual content. Slight domination. Praise.
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She’s still recovering from her intense orgasm when Bucky yanks the car door open, nearly ripping it off its hinges in his haste to get to her. Before she knows it, he's throwing her over his shoulder, his vibranium arm keeping her securely in place as she lets out a squeal of laughter. “Bucky! Put me down!”
“Not a chance,” he tells her, effortlessly carrying her through the door from their garage, kicking it closed behind them. She starts to argue that she can walk when his hand suddenly lands on her ass, the slight sting of the smack cutting off her words, making her yelp in surprise. “Don’t wanna hear it. Stay put so I can get you to bed and fuck you senseless.”
Her only response is to tighten her grip on his shirt and let out a ridiculous giggle. She loves it when he gets like this.
The moment he reaches their bedroom, he tosses her onto their bed, her body landing with a soft bounce, eliciting another happy giggle from her. Their shared look says everything, making it obvious how much they both want this. How much they need this.
A grin lights up his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes as he starts to undress, quickly shedding all his clothes, his pants barely off his legs before he’s joining her on the bed in nothing but his underwear.
Her body is still buzzing from her recent orgasm, her desire heightened for him, making her desperate for more. She eagerly meets him in a kiss, her thighs opening the same time her lips do, welcoming his tongue into her mouth as he settles against her core.
The groan that comes out of him makes her toes curl, and she lifts her hips, grinding herself against his erection, pleading with him, “Bucky, please.” There are still too many clothes separating them.
Bucky works fast, getting her undressed in record time, flinging each article of clothing over his shoulder with flourish, making her laugh.
He had planned to take his time undressing her, imagined exactly how this moment would go after being apart. He was going to kiss and lick every inch of her exposed skin, tease her, make her beg for him. But, he can’t wait another second. His plans will have to wait until later.
When she’s finally naked, Bucky allows her to pull him back on top of her, his underwear the only barrier between them. For a moment, he lets himself get lost in the feel of her, how hot and wet she is for him, just begging to be touched, licked, fucked.
It takes all his willpower to stop her when she reaches for him, his fingers wrapping around her wrist to pin her hand over her head, the look on his face telling her exactly how this is going to go.
Her fingers flex and she lifts her hips lift again, trying to entice him, but he shakes his head, smirking slightly as he looks down at her. “Pretty sure I already told you what was gonna happen when I got you here.”
She licks her lips slowly, a grin of her own pulling at her lips. “Something about fucking me senseless.” It’s been too long and she needs to feel him inside of her, have him fill her up, fuck her until they’re both spent.
Bucky shakes his head again, his eyes dark with desire and leans close, kissing a path to her ear. When he presses himself harder against her, making them both groan in pleasure, he promises, “That comes later.” Her soft moan of need fills his ears in response, and he continues, telling her, “First, you’re gonna ride my face, Princess.”
A sudden squeal of his name leaves her when he quickly rolls them over so she’s straddling him, the heat of her pressed against his erection. His hands move to her hips, keeping her against him when she sits up, her hands on his chest as she starts to move slowly. His eyes greedily roam her naked body, his cock twitching at her heavy breaths, her flushed skin, her nipples hard and aching to be touched.
“God, look at you,” Bucky breathes, his words barely audible. He’ll never get enough of her. A million lifetimes with her wouldn't be enough. He wishes she could see herself the way he does. How beautiful and perfect she is.
As the back of his fingers follow a trail along her collarbone, and down between her breasts, she arches her back, moaning softly, her movements making her grind deliciously against him.
If it were any other time, he’d let her stay like this for as long as she wanted. Let her ride him, use his body, while he worships her curves. But, it’s been too long. He can smell her, and he can’t wait anymore.
The slight twitch of his lips is the only warning she gets before both his hands are on her hips again, pulling her up his body, stopping only when her knees reach his shoulders.
This is far from the first time they’ve been in this position, but there’s still a slight hesitation on her part and Bucky won’t stand for it. “Do I need to spank you again?” he asks, only half-teasing.
He understands her insecurities, but there’s no room for them in their bedroom. He’ll always do whatever he can to make them disappear, to make her confident and secure.
She lets out a soft exhale of a laugh and shakes her head in response, letting him wrap his arms around her thighs to guide her closer to his mouth.
“You know the drill,” he tells her, licking his lips, his mouth watering at finally getting to taste her again. She needs no other instruction and immediately grabs the headboard, Bucky’s hands helping guide her into the perfect position over his face.
He lets her hover for just a moment, long enough for him to praise her, remind her how much he wants her. “Good girl. Now smother me with that fucking pussy.”
Fire pools in her belly, and she immediately lowers herself, her body shuddering at the first slow swipe of his tongue. Her moans are met with his own noises of pleasure, his groans vibrating against her pussy, the taste of her making his cock throb, pre-cum already soaking his underwear.
He feasts on her, tasting every inch of her, alternating between sliding his tongue along her entrance, licking her with the flat of his tongue, to circling her clit, letting his lips close over the swollen bundle of nerves.
Bucky builds her slowly, taking his time, his right hand gripping her thigh, keeping her in place, his soaked beard rubbing against her thighs, adding to her pleasure.
She’s no longer making coherent words, her breathy moans and gasps getting louder with each passing second, the tension in her body staring to grow to the breaking point.
Her fingers strain against the headboard, her knuckles white, her entire body trembling from the overwhelming pleasure. No one’s ever made her feel the way Bucky does, and there’s no part of her that worries about doing the wrong thing.
Sex has never been as fun or as intense as it is with him, and the moment his metal hand cups her breast, his vibranium fingers delicately pinching her nipple, she starts to move against him, riding his face just like he wanted.
Bucky’s moan of appreciation makes her hips buck and his hand on her hip tightens, encouraging her to move as fast and hard as she needs, relishing the way she lets go of all inhibitions with him.
All thoughts leave her, her entire focus on the way his mouth and hands feel on her body, the feeling growing until it’s like every nerve ending is exposed. And then the coil suddenly snaps, taking her by surprise, making her cry out, the intense explosion of pleasure nearly making her collapse.
Her thighs tense around his head and both his hands grip her, keeping her against him, letting her ride out the waves of her orgasm, her pussy pulsing against his mouth.
The sounds she makes, the taste of her on his tongue, the way she screams his name is almost enough to make him come, his hips lifting on their own, seeking friction.
It’s the last of his concern, though, his mouth never ceasing, refusing to stop until she can’t take anymore. Bucky knows her body better than even her sometimes, listening to her cues, the way her breath changes, the subtle twitch of her body when she becomes too sensitive.
Only then does he let up, pulling her down on top of him, his glistening mouth meeting hers in a passionate kiss, letting her taste herself. He's never loved anyone the way he loves her, and he plans to spend the rest of the night reminding her of that.
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Thank you for requesting this, I had a lot of fun writing it!
#bucky barnes#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x plus size reader#bucky x reader#bucky x plus size reader#sebastian stan
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Alone at last
Pairing:Husband!Chris EvansXWife!Ellie Evans
Warnings: Smut with no true plot.
Summary: After A long day at work Chris and Ellie are settling in after the kids are busy at school for exams and their little one is fast asleep, Chris brings up something.
Shout out to @bookishtheaterlover7 for this idea! Hope you like it :)
Ellie was cleaning up the kitchen when Chris walks into the house. "Honey I'm home" He said with a grin.
Ellie looks at him and says. "Hey babe" He walks over placing a soft kiss to her lips. "How was your day?"
"Hmm good the kids are studying at the school library and i'm just keeping busy here"
Chris walks to the counter and grabs a cup of coffee and takes a sip.
"need help?" he asked. Ellie shook her head. "almost done"
"when were the kids due back?" Chris asked as he leaned on the counter looking at his wife. She turns and faces him. "I think they said around eight."
He smirks. "ah so we have time well we have about three hours"
Ellie bites her lip. "Oh? what did you have in mind?" He smiles. "oh you know...a little mom and dad time..alone"
Ellie smiles. "help me dry the dishes first then we will" He grabs a rag and says. "Yes ma'am" They wash and dry the dishes and make light conversation and then after they are done Ellie says. "let me check on the little one before we get started"
Chris smiles. "Okay" he tosses the rag on the counter.
Ellie walks into the nursery and sees Christina sleeping soundly. Ellie smiles and walks out and turns and Chris is inches from her. "Hi" Ellie grins from ear to ear. "Hello"
"Is she asleep?" He asked looking into Ellie's green eyes. She sent him and nod. "yes" He smiles and picks her up kissing her. "Good"
They walk into the bedroom and Ellie smiles as Chris says her down on the bed kissing her neck. "Chris...what if" He cuts her voice off by kissing her lips.
He looks at her. "do you think we would get another chance like this?" She runs her hands through his soft hair. "Well..I don't know..maybe"
Chris smiles as Ellie takes her stuff off and leaves them on the ground. "My dove looks beautiful"
She bites her lip. "your turn" She said in his ear kissing his sweet spot under his ear. "Hmm fuck ok ok" She giggles as he gets undressed too and She grabs a hold of his rock hard cock that was leaking with pre-cum. "ready?" Chris asked looking at his wife.
She nods. "yes-" He pushes into her swiftly before she can answer him. "Ah! Chris shit"
He smiles against her skin. "You love it when I do that don't lie" She smiles softly. "Yes..I do" He moves slowly in and out of her clit making her dig her nails into his large back.
"You're close aren't ya?" Ellie smiles. "hmm...Yes" he kisses her neck as he speeds up his thrusts.
"Oh fuck" Chris let out a groan as Ellie rolled her hips. "Close..." is all she could get out before she let go, Ellie moans as Chris let's go inside of her.
Ellie says with moan. "I love you" Chris smiles giving her a small kiss on her head. "I love you too, the kids should be back soon let's get dressed"
Ellie gasps when he pulls out and she sits up and then Christina starts crying. "well at least she didn't while we were in the middle of it."
Ellie laughs as she fixes her hair then gets dressed. "right? man that would have killed the mood" Chris stands behind her wrapping his arms around her. "I'll get her" he kisses her then walks out.
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#chris evans x ofc#Ellie Evans#the evans family#chris evans rpf#Chris Evans smut#andy barber blurb#andy barber fanfic#andy barber fanfiction#andy barber drabble#andy barber fic#andy barber au#andy barber fluff#andy barber imagines#andy barber one shot#andy barber imagine#andy barber smut#andy barber x you
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I love you <3 Danny catches the reader using a bullet vibrator while he stalks her? No sex just him breaking in and using it on you 💕
“yes daisy” they all chant in unison..
i may of gotten overboard and wrote him fucking us :3 oopsies
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DANNY JOHNSON x fem!reader
nsfw content — pls scroll if uncomfortable
summary: danny is stalking us and comes across us using a toy on ourselves and decides to have some fun!
warnings: dub con, p in v, dumbification, toy use, vibrators, sweet reader, mean danny, overstimulation, rough sex, size kink, pussy slapping, stalking danny is his own warning
nsfw / dark content below!
danny has had his eyes glued on you for a while now. following you home from your college classes, watching you get your favorite drink from that corner cafe, taking stops at the local bookstores, watching the latest movies, he was always there.
you were adorable to him. a sweet girl, with the prettiest face and a body he would love to kiss and caress, big eyes that would suck his soul if he ever looked into them. that’s why he stuck to stalking, creeping from the shadows and peering through windows.
you were his favorite hobby. he loved to analyze you and find out the reasoning behind everything you did— he wanted you. he didn’t understand what it was about you that was different from his other victims, but ever since he laid eyes on you, he knew there was different about you.
he had you in his head as the sweet girl next door, with pretty bows in her hair and a pink bedroom. you watched horror movies in your free time to thirst over the killers, read romance books, and baked sweet goods for your friends. you were a dream come true, he just wanted to swallow you whole.
which was why when he came across you on your bed, laying on your back with your hand between your plump thighs, he was surprised. very surprised. what were you doing with that toy, sweetheart? he would of never expected this outcome. he was almost offended. how had he read you so wrong? you were a dirty little slut using a vibrator on yourself, not his sweet innocent girl, what was going on?
his teeth gritted at the sight of you. his eyes were glued to where your small hands were holding onto the vibrator, pressing it against your clit as you writhed into your silky sheets. your eyes were fluttered shut, gasps leaving you as you squirmed like a little worm, feeling so good and satisfied. he had never felt more angry. he could do so much better then that stupid toy, why were you even bothering with yourself?
the urge to burst through your window and grab you tempted him, to hold you down as he uses your tiny hole and taught you a lesson, but he knew he needed to be patient. plus, he had a good view, why not enjoy it for a few minutes before he acted?
his eyes glanced down to your slick pussy, watching as it glistened and twitched. you kept whimpering pathetically, your hand going to grab one of your stuffies to cover your mouth with it, muffling your pretty noises. he wanted to rip that stupid plushie to shreds, hear the moans you produced, force some more out of you while he’s at it.
his self restraint was slowly disappearing the more he watched you. his cock hardened in his pants the more you let out those needy whines, pressing your pussy against the vibrator, your hips almost trembling. you were overstimulating yourself, dumb bitch.
soon enough he can’t stop his hand grabbing onto your window and slowly opening it, the small creak going unnoticed by you. you were too busy being a slut, and what do dumb sluts get? a psychopath creeping into their room in the late hours, a blade in their hand.
he creeps over to the edge of your bed, his tall figure looming over you and standing there menacingly. he was already smiling under the mask, almost giddy at the thought of you opening your eyes and getting the jumpscare of your life. oh, he hadn’t felt this excited since his first kill.
your dumbass kept moaning and rubbing the vibrator against your clit, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body and causing you to clench down. your eyes were closed, mouth agape, legs spread and bent at the knees. you were curling up like a kitten the closer you grew to your orgasm.
once you felt your orgasm wash over you and your cum drip down onto your fluffy blanket, you slowly opened your eyes, planning on throwing your blanket in the washer. you were caught off guard by the sight of a huge ghostface standing there.
you immediately screamed and closed your legs, your heart dropping. what the fuck. why is there a gigantic ghostface staring at you? especially when you were just jerking off? that was the jumpscare of your life, you swore, you felt your heart jump out of your chest and make a beeline for the door.
he realizes you're not as dumb as you thought when you immediately roll over to the edge of your gigantic bed — why was your bed so big anyways? a pretty little thing like you could do with a twin bed, you spoiled brat. he's quick to act, grabbing you by your ankles and throwing back in the center. princess like you deserves to be in the middle, center of spotlight.
but you’re also a whore, he remembers, a dumb slut who thought touching yourself was okay.
“shut the hell up, bitch.” he sneers, straddling you quickly and almost tripping over his robe. jesus, he definitely should of gotten it in a smaller size. he holds you down as you thrash and cry, tears already filling your cute doe eyes. he couldn’t wait to see how your tears would stain your pretty pink bed.
“w-who are you?! what do you want from me— i have no money! you can t-take my stuffies if you want— or my make up! i have a l-lot and it’ll probably add up to lot of m-money!” you ramble, whining under him as your legs are forced open by his body, your round face flushed with embarrassment and humiliation. mostly fear.
he suppresses the urge to roll his eyes at your pleas. “just shut up, and i won’t hurt you. pretty thing like you can do that, right? or are you dumber then you look?” his words are mean and harsh, striking daggers into your big golden heart.
you tear up under him, shaking as your pussy is forcefully spread open from the position. you felt so exposed and humiliated, opened up for his amusement. was he gonna hurt you? kill you? you do you ur best to listen and nod, your bottom lip quivering. he takes it between his fingers and gently pinches, making your face scrunch up to an adorable expression. he smiles under the mask.
he’s quick to grab the vibrator by your side, snickering as your eyes fill with an unreadable expression. you watch confused but still scared as he toys with the vibrator infront of you. it’s embarrassing, mostly.
“h-hey, put that down—“ you plead weakly, whimpering. how could he just play around with something so personal of yours right infront of you? you wanted to curl up and die right now, hide in a ditch for the rest of your life, anything to forget whatever was happening right now. you didn’t even know what was happening— you randomly opened your eyes and then got jumped by a fucking horror movie character?
“what is this? huh?” he hums casually and starts clicking random buttons, giggling childishly as it starts vibrating intensely. you flinch at the sight of him waving your vibrating toy in your face. god, what was wrong with this pyscho?!
“put it back!” you screech, trying to sound firm but only sounding like a pathetic wimp in the end. your voice even cracked. today was definitely your lucky day.
“put it back!” he mocks in a high pitched voice, laughing down at your terrified expression. god, you were just too cute. all teary eyed under him, lips quivering with your legs spread and glistening pussy on display, he could do whatever he wanted to you.
“dirty little slut, you were touching yourself, weren’t you? your pussy’s all wet, baby, is it for me?” he coos and rubs his hand over your pussy lips. you gasp at the friction and try to pull your hips away but you’re pinned down, pinned down and forced to react to how his large hand rubbed your needy cunt.
“oooh, you’re getting off on this, huh? not surprised, i’ve been watching you for a while now, i’ve seen you squeeze your thighs together while watching those masked men on tv.” he shakes his head, watching as you writhe and whimper at the feeling of getting your tiny hole prodded at.
“ohhh, i get it now, you’ve never had anyone touch you down here? only that pathetic piece of plastic, right?” he laughs at your face. “let me see how small it is really, i’m curious.” he grins sadistically and slowly slides two of his thick fingers inside, pushing in nice and deep until his knuckles meet your pussy lips. he doesn’t miss the way your brows furrow and how you moan.
“please, pull em’ out, please pleaseee!” your words slur as another moan is forced out of your pretty pink lips. his fingers are thick and big, stretching your pussy out and making you feel things you’ve never felt. it felt so good, to your horror. your legs couldn’t help but spread subconsciously, toes curling in as he starts to scissor you open.
“don’t lie to me doll, i know you like this. you’re practically dripping down my fingers. you’re gonna ruin my gloves, slut.” he scoffs and gives you a little swat on the cheek, making you flinch and gag on your moan. you were hiccuping and crying so pathetically under him, some moans slipping in now.
he almost laughs as you frown and start to apologize, blabbering little apologies and crying out as he slides his fingers out slowly and slamming them back inside. you were so precious, apologizing for ruining his glove.
“so sloppy.” he tsk’s, pulling his hand out and delivering a slap to your hole. you jump in surprise and attempt to squeeze your thighs shut, but he quickly holds them open with his other hand. he’s brutal as he spanks your pussy, slapping it over and over again, watching as your cum from earlier and your juices dirty his black fabric.
“ow! ow! why are you— ow!” you shriek. the pain of getting your pussy spanked was surprisingly pleasant, you almost started drooling. why did it feel so good? why did it feel so good to get mistreated and spanked like a child? you had no idea.
he chuckles and parts from you after a long minute, your body under him shaking so much. you had tears all over your face, legs quivering, pussy all red and swollen. it was so adorable.
“fat pussy, what are you feeding it?” he says meanly. his hand reaches for the vibrator again and pulls it back into his grasp, playing around with the settings. you hiccup and watch him, blinking through your glassy tears.
“u-uhm.. veggies?” you say lamely. he gives you a glare before suddenly pressing the head of the toy into your clit. you immediately react in a cry and yelp of surprise, eyes rolling back as your clit is overstimulated beyond belief. you were still so sensitive from your session before.
“o-oh! nghh— oh, please,” you pant, the moans leaving you like butter. your chest was heaving up and down, eyes rolled back with tears on your cheeks. you were such a pretty sight, all slutted out in your girly little bed. strangling you with one of your satin ribbons sounds like a good way to end you, but first he wants to make you cum so many times you go dumb, if you weren’t already mentally stupid. then maybe he can think about keeping you.
two orgasms later, you’re limp on your bed with a mess between your thighs. you have your cum all over your pussy and dripping onto your pink blanket, shaky hiccups leaving you, your throat dry from all the moaning he caused. you could barely feel your legs. your clit throbbed and burned.
“you’re such a good girl,” he soothes, scooping you up into his arms and petting your hair as one would do with a pet. you were so cute, you would make such a good puppy. “did so well, baby, took it all.” he presses your face into his broad chest, holding you closely.
you were such a sensitive thing, probably would break if he squeezed too hard. you were barely coherent with your words, only letting out barely audible mumbles. you barely notice as he starts to press his hips against yours, the large bulge very clear.
“w-wait, no, can’t take no more..” you protest weakly. he ignores you and lays you back down, spreading your legs and giving your pussy a little pat before parting. he reaches over to your nightstand and grabs your satin sleeping mask, slipping it over your eyes. he smiles at the sight of you and gives you some chin scratches and rubs before pulling away.
“don’t look, kay? if you do, i’m gonna gut you, okay? good girl.” he was practically talking to himself at this point. you were so tired and overstimulated you couldn’t even take a peek if you wanted to.
“mhm.” you grunt out. you hear the sound of fabric wrinkling and rustling. you could only assume what he was doing, and in this type of situation, it was pretty obvious.
he pulled off his robe which left him in his dark tee shirt and jeans. you hear him unbuckle his belt, the metal clinking together making you flinch. he dryly chuckles at the reaction before unzipping his fly and pulling his clothes off swiftly. he would be more fast with this, but these jeans cost a lot and he wasn’t gonna wrinkle them for a slut like you.
“gentle.” you plead. he ignores you and pulls his cock out, pumping it sloppily, his precum dripping down his length. he was thick, with a good advantage on inches. he knew it would hurt for you, and he was looking forward to it. poor baby had only had his fingers before this, and now he was gonna put his 8inch cock inside you.
“mmmm,” he hums absentmindedly, burying your face in his chest as he leans over you. he pushes your thighs up to your chest, opening you up. your pussy sparkles, winking at him maybe. he smiles and rubs his tip against your tiny hole, sighing lowly as the feeling makes him flutter his eyes.
“relax for me, mkay?”
he honestly doesn’t care if he hurts you or not, but considering he cared about his dick, he knew you would need to relax your walls. he didn’t want his blood circulation to be cut off, that would be an awkward drive to the hospital. especially with blue balls.
“uh huh,” you mumble as you hesitantly relax. he drags his fat head across your slit before slowly pushing in. your eyes squeeze shut under the sleeping mask you wore, teeth gritting at the pain. oh god, he was ripping you in half. that’s what it felt like.
you let out a mix of a cry and moan, hole clenching down on him as he buries himself inside you. your body quivers delicately, struggling to take him. danny watches with narrowed eyes, his hands on the back of your thighs and folding you in half under him, his breath heavy. your pussy felt so tight and warm, he felt like he could cum already.
“i-i can’t—“ you choke out. he chuckles at how pathetic you sounded, crying at how big his dick was. he hums and start to give you shallow thrusts, pushing out a few inches and sliding back in.
“yeah you can, shut up’ and relax.” his words are gruffly as he focuses on sliding in and out of you, a small groan leaving him. his grip tightens on you. if you told him an hour ago while he was getting ready to stalk you that he would end up balls deep in you, he’d call you crazy and probably gut you.
“mppphhh…” your voice is muffled as you press your lips together, whimpering at his large size. he shushes you. he doesn’t really care about your pain, he likes you(he likes you as much as a psychopath could), but he could care less if he was stretching your pussy. if anything, it made it better for him, knowing he was too big for you.
“what? am i hurting you? grow up, sweetheart.” his words are mean as he starts to harden his thrusts, slamming his cock inside you every second. your moans grow louder and your body squirms, mouth falling agape. everytime his tip brushes against your sweet spot all the way in the back of your sweet cunt you clench down, making him hiss and think about wether he wanted to stab you or kiss you more.
“your pussy may of just saved you, baby, can’t kill such a sweet girl with such a tight hole.” he snickers at your immediate reaction of horror. he’s quick to start thrusting harder and faster, chasing his own high. more moans are forced out of your throat as your lips quiver.
“a-augh! i-it’s so- feels good..” you whine shakily, giving in to the blissful feeling he was shoving inside you. he laughs at you. “yeah?” he hums and shifts closer to you, gaining a leverage with his hold on your waist, and starts to slam himself inside you repeatedly. his cock brutally batters your insides.
you looked so dumb under him, whimpering and barely making out coherent words as he fucks you hard and deep. a part of him wonders if you’re even fully conscious, did he shove his cock too deep and puncture your brain? that would be a funny way to die.
it’s not long before he cums deep inside you, groaning lowly and probably giving your little body bruises. you let out a few sobs, tears all over your face as you pant and shake. there’s cum all over your pussy, your lips swollen, tits bruises from him groping them and slapping them. he’s never seen a more delicious sight. it almost makes him want to give you round three— no, like, round four? no, round five. it would make him want to give you a fifth round just to hear you sob at how deep his cock hits, but he’s getting tired now. and he has a 9 to 5 tomorrow he’s not looking forward to, but a man has to make a living somehow, right? not everyone can murder all day and come back home to a mansion.
“yeah, yeah, i know.” he says dryly, pulling out of your abused pussy. he rubs the cum into you a little before parting and looking you over. you were a pretty sight, he’s definitely gonna come back. he pulls his robe back on and fixes his mask, his dick still semi hard. but whatever, not everyone can get whatever they want.
“a-are you gonna go now?” you sniffle quietly, laying limp like a lifeless doll, too tired from the pounding to move. it’s silence for a little too long, all you could hear was rustling and the sounds of objects clattering. you’re wondering what the hell he’s doing before you suddenly get hit hard on the temple, the pain blinding you for a moment before everything goes black. the masked freak really just knocked you out, huh?
you wake up later, not knowing how long it’s been or what time it is. you saw your ceiling as you groggily stirred, the pink walls blinding you for a second before you yawn. your head throbbed, and so did your body. it felt like you had been run over by a train.
your lazy as you sit up, rubbing your eyes. your head hurt so much, oh god. your pink bed had stains on it. small flashes of last night appeared in your mind, the memory of getting pinned down and used, but it all felt so unreal. there was no proof he had done what he did, only the bruises on your body.
you peered at your nightstand, blinking slowly at the sight of plan b and a polaroid cluttering your table.
the polaroid showcased you and ghostie, you being passed out behind him as he held up a silly peace sign. your belly was covered in his cum and was smeared into a messy heart.
on the back of the polaroid was a note written in a handwriting more terrifying then the situation.
hi baby!! i loved our little playdate <3 can’t wait to see you again, make sure you’re not late to class! you have one at 8am this morning, better start getting ready ๑(◕‿◕)๑
you squinted your eyes and looked at your alarm clock. it was 8:24 am. oh crap.
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like a switch. (j.wy)
plot; (y/n) suffers from bipolar. She has been in the worst mood recently. She was angry, really angry. She snaps at her boyfriend, not realizing her mistake until he was walking away from her.
paring; fem!reader x non!idol!jungwooyoung (ft. choi san)
genre; angst, comfort
word count; 2.5k
warnings; reader has bipolar, medication mentioned, cursing, yelling, light pushing, crying, guilt, pet names,
request?; no
She was losing her shit. There was so much going on in her brain that she couldn't gather herself. She had stayed home from work that day, lying to her boss and saying she was sick. She stayed in bed all day, hiding under the blankets. She could feel the anger that bubbled in her chest. She didn't want to blow up. But she swore she was one stupid noise away from completely popping off. It didn't help that her boyfriend was getting home from work soon. That just made her work herself up more when she didn't need to.
It was the beeping of the code being put in that finally pushed her over the edge. Because it wasn't just four beeps, it was four, then the rapid beeping signaling that he got the code wrong, then another four, then another signal that he put it in wrong again. She groaned loudly and shot out of bed. She threw the door open. "I've told you to slow down when putting in the code." She rolled her eyes as she walked back into the apartment.
Wooyoung blinked a few times, pursing his lips. He slowly followed her in. "Well hello to you too, jagi." He nodded a bit. He put his bag down and slipped off his shoes. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed the back of her neck. "I missed you so much. Why weren't you answering my texts or calls?" He rested his head on her shoulder. (y/n) was tense. She clenched her jaw. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Don't feel good. Was sleeping all day," She wiggled out of his grasp.
Wooyoung frowned. He blinked a few times, following after her curiously. "Why don't you feel good? Are you sick?" He moved in front of her to put his hand to her forehead. She glared up at him. "Isn't that what not feeling good means?" She grumbled. She pushed his hand away. "You're home early." She pointed out as she looked at the clock on the wall. Wooyoung cooed happily. "Mhm! I missed you and we also got a lot of work done today, so we were let out early." He smiled happily. But he faltered a bit. "Are you not.. happy to see me?" He laughed nervously.
He knew she didn't feel good.. But she was normally clingy when she was sick. (y/n) turned to him. "What gave you that idea?" She raised her eyebrows expectantly. Wooyoung waved his hands quickly. "I wasn't-! I just thought- You're normally clingy when you don't feel good- So i thought like- Maybe-" He was rambling, trying to explain himself. (y/n) rolled her eyes, turned to walk away to their room. She laid back down in bed and grabbed her phone. Wooyoung stood there dumbfounded. He itched the back of his neck.
He rushed over to the room and hopped on the bed, resting his head on her stomach. "What's wrong, my jagiya? You don't seem okay.." He frowned up at her. (y/n) clenched her jaw. She took a deep breath and put her phone down. "Get off." She pushed him up and got out of bed. She was trying to get away from him. She was about to fucking lose it. She didn't wanna blow up on him.. Wooyoung blinked. He grumbled before walking after her. "Come on, jagi. You'll feel better if you-" He was cut off as she whipped around.
"Do you ever leave me alone!? Ever?" She yelled. She pushed him back a bit. "You pester me every fucking day, Wooyoung! What if I wanna be left alone, huh?!" She glared. Wooyoung stumbled back a bit. He blinked at her, frowning deeply. He picked at his fingers. "Jagi, what are you talking about?" His voice was quiet. He hated yelling. Or arguments. (y/n) scoffed loudly. "You! You're so obnoxious all the time! Do you ever leave anyone alone?!" She spat.
That struck a chord.. Wooyoung knew he could be loud and annoying. But to flat out be called as such by his girlfriend hit hard. He looked down. (y/n) scoffed loudly. "So now you're quiet? Shit." She grumbled. She walked past him. Wooyoung said nothing. He went to the door and grabbed his shoes, slipping them on. He tucked the laces into his shoes and grabbed his bag. (y/n) turned. She frowned. "Where are you going?" She balled her fists. "To Sans." Was all he said before he stood up and left.
(y/n) blinked. It wasn't till the door locked that it hit her what she had done. A lump formed in her throat, and tears welled in her eyes. She chewed at her lip, hoping to god he would come back. "Woo..?" She whispered. Her body felt like jelly. Her lip trembled. She collapsed onto the couch, curling up. Sobs wracked her body.
She felt fucking awful. She hated when she did shit like that. She tried so hard to hide it from Wooyoung. It was her worst fear to blow up on him. She didn't mean to. Fuck she hated this shit. She ended up crying herself to sleep. She was so exhausted.
...
Wooyoung got to Sans, helping himself inside his best friends apartment. San frowned, peeking his head around the corner. He smiled. "Oh, hey Woo! You alright? You didnt text me you were coming over." He walked back into the kitchen to make sure the food he was cooking didn't burn. Wooyoung stayed quiet. He just set his bag down and slipped off his shoes.
He walked over to San and leaned against his back. He felt the tears well up in his eyes. His body felt hot. He was overwhelmed.. His lovers words ran laps in his head. San frowned. "Woo?" He took his ramen off the burner and turned it off. It was finished so it was fine. He turned around and looked down at him. He gently tilted his head up. His eyes widened slightly at the tears that streamed down his face.
"She called me obnoxious, San!" Wooyoung hiccupped, looking up at him. Sans jaw dropped a small bit. "Who? (y/n)?" He blinked. Wooyoung nodded and wiped his face. But it only stayed dry for a few seconds before more tears streamed down his cheeks. He was more emotional than most.. His heart was easily poked at. San pursed his lips.
He gently hugged the male and rubbed his back. Wooyoung gripped onto him and cried into his chest. San knew how sensitive Wooyoung could be. He knew it was especially when he was called loud or annoying that it got to him bad. He didn't know (y/n) as well as Wooyoung did, but he was sure that she wouldn't say something like that on purpose. He took a deep breath, resting his head on Wooyoungs. The males tears soaked into his hoodie.
San was not nosey by any means, but he did find pills in the cabinet behind the mirror when he was looking for toothpaste at their apartment. He was staying over that night and forgot his toothpaste at home. The pills were addressed to (y/n). When he looked it up later he found out that they were bipolar pills. He wasn't gonna ask about it, cause obviously he wasn't supposed to be looking at the pills in the first place.
San sighed. He gently pulled away and rubbed Wooyoungs temple with his thumb. "Are you hungry?" He asked softly. Wooyoung slowly nodded. He whipped his face with the paws of his sleeves. "I'm sorry- I just.. It caught me so off guard I didn't-" He felt himself getting choked up again. San shook his head, waving his hand. "Woo, it's okay. I promise." He said. He patted his head. "Let's just get you fed, yeah? I'll call and talk to her?" He suggested. Wooyoung nodded and took a deep breath.
Soon Wooyoung was settled at the table with food. He scrolled through his phone as he ate. San took his phone and walked to his room and dialed (y/n)'s number. He held the phone to his ear.
(y/n) whimpered a little, twitching a bit. She squeezed her eyes open and looked at her phone. She gasped and reached for it and answered quickly. "San! Is Wooyoung there?" She asked quickly. Her voice was slightly raspy from just waking up. San hummed. "He is." He said. He took a deep breath. "Is everything okay?" He asked. (y/n) took a deep breath. "Yeah? No-? Fuck I.. I said something I didn't mean. Is he okay?" She asked. San sighed and pursed his lips. "He's pretty hurt, (y/n)." He said.
(y/n) closed her eyes. She ran a hand through her tangled hair. "I need to see him.. I need to say how sorry I am. I need to explain-" She pleaded. "I think he should stay here for tonight." San suggested. "Just to give him time to think." He said. "No. San, what if he thinks i'm serious about what I said?" (y/n) gulped. "San, i have to talk to him now before it gets into his head- please-" (y/n) was pleading. She couldn't stop the tears that streamed down her cheeks. She was so upset..
San closed his eyes. "I'll tell him that you didn't mean it, (y/n). I'll tell him to go home tomorrow. Or at least later tonight. But he needs a second to breathe, okay? You do too. Just breathe." He said. (y/n) closed her eyes and nodded softly. "Yeah- I.. Just tell him I love him. Please. Thank you for taking care of him, San." She finally gave up. She knew that even if she wanted to argue, San wouldn't send Wooyoung home. "I will. Take a breath, (y/n). It'll be okay." With that San hung up.
He walked back out to where he left Wooyoung to see him finished with his food. He was twiddling his thumbs over the keyboard. San sighed and walked over to him. He sat beside him and saw he was on his texts with (y/n). "She's not mad." He said. "She didn't mean to say what she said." He said. Wooyoung looked at him and blinked. "Wait, really?" He let out a breath that he wasn't aware he was holding. San nodded. "Really. She loves you. She wants you to go home.. But I told her you both need time." He explained. "Your choice, but it's a suggestion." He nodded.
Wooyoung bit his lip. He looked down. "I'll stay for a little longer. Just to wind down a bit more." He nodded a little. He took a deep breath. "I'll make you food. Since I uh.. Ate all your ramen." He laughed nervously. San hummed and shook his head a bit. "You don't have to," He shrugged. Wooyoung waved his hands. "I will. Then i'll leave after I do." He hummed softly. He nodded a small bit. He stood up, taking his dish into the kitchen. San sighed. He ran a hand through his hair before getting up to help Wooyoung in the kitchen.
...
After making San dinner, and sitting to talk with him while he ate, he headed home. He had time to think during his talk with San. Even on the drive home. But he was still nervous as he put in the code to the apartment. Slowly this time so as to not mess up the code.. That's what caused this whole mess in the first place, wasn't it?
He walked in, setting his bag down and slipping his shoes off, setting them on the rack. He let out a shaky breath. "(y/n)?" He called out. He heard shuffling, making him frown a bit. (y/n) had taken a shower to try and get a moment to think. She was just sitting in the water when she heard the code to the door being put in. She had turned off the water, immediately drying off and getting dressed. She had gotten dressed into one of Wooyoung's shirts and a pair of her shorts.
She nearly fell on her face as she rushed out into the living room. Her hair dripped, her hair still plenty damp. Her lip trembled. Wooyoung's eyes softened on her just a bit. But his body was still a little tense. "Jagiya.." He let out quietly. (y/n) ran to him and hugged him tightly. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Woo!" She cried. She gripped onto his sweater. She hiccupped as she cried into his chest. Wooyoung slowly hugged her back.
(y/n) pulled away to look up at him. Her face was puffy and red. Her eyes were glossed over with tears. "Woo, I didn't mean to yell at you like that." She said. "You're not obnoxious-! You're never annoying or loud." She added quickly. She held his face. "Please, Woo.. I.. I've been off my med for a little- And I just-" She closed her eyes tightly. "Meds? What meds?" Wooyoung furrowed his eyebrows at her.
(y/n) had kept it from him. She was afraid that if she told him that he would run from her. That he would get weirded out and leave her. She loved him.. She didn't want him to leave her. "My bipolar meds.. I-I didn't wanna tell you because I was scared!" She cried softly. "I don't want you to be scared of me- Or grossed out or-" She was cut off by his finger going over her lips. "Stop it." Wooyoung said.
"First of all, i'm not mad. I'm not scared." He said. "Second of all, the fact you would even think such a thing hurts." He huffed. "I think you're so amazing and beautiful, bipolar or not." He said. "I just wish you would have told me.. So I would have been able to help you through it rather than leave you alone, you know?" He said. (y/n)'s eyes welled with more tears. "You-You're not mad?" She mumbled. "But what I said to you! How are you not-" She was cut off by his lips on hers.
She leaned into the kiss, gently wrapping her arms around his neck. She looked up at him as he pulled away. "I'm sorry, my love.." She whispered. Wooyoung shook his head softly. "Please don't be. I just wish you would have told me. But i'm glad you did, hm?" He gave a gentle smile. "And you have to get back on your meds, please. I'll help you." He said. "You can't be skipping days. I don't want to be yelled at again.." He laughed nervously.
(y/n) nodded softly. She took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again." She looked up at him. Wooyoung shook his head. "Its okay, jagiya." He whispered. He tucked some hair behind her ear. "I wanna help you get better." He said. (y/n)'s eyes welled with more tears. She nodded softly. "Thank you.. I'll let you help me.." She whispered. Wooyoung smiled and kissed her gently. "I love you, jagi." He hugged her gently. "I love you too, Woo." (y/n) hugged him back, closing her eyes. "It won't happen again, I promise." She mumbled. "Hush, jagi. It's okay. I promise you that it's okay." He kissed her head and closed his eyes.
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