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nanaslutt · 7 months

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gojo's first time meeting you and instantly noticing your freckles. like nothing other than your freckles, not even the clothes you're wearing rn or your hair or eyes.

freckles.

and im absolutely sure geto would be so fed up with gojo ranting about how he wants to kiss every single one of them.

oh my god this is so cute???????? this reminds me of gojos cannon reaction to seeing geto for the first time and thinking “bangs” lol

contains: fem transfer student!reader, 3rd year satosugu, geto choosing to stay at jujutsu tech au, the boys are both 19 here, Geto has morals, gojo uhhhhhh, crackkk, fluff, perv!gojo, masturbation, caught masturbating, fantasizing

note: the toji fic will b posted later tonight or tmrw morn :p

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Freckles………

If you looked close enough you might be able to see the white orbs floating around Gojo’s head,

“Uhhh, sorry is there something on my face” you spoke up when he didn’t say anything after you introduced yourself.

Satoru getting jolted out of his trance when suguru landed a mean smack on the back of his head, pouting at his dark haired bestfriend.

“Sorry about him,” geto apologized on his behalf, “he can be quite oblivious to how his actions affect other people.” suguru grit behind his teeth, looking out the corner of his eye to see satoru shooting daggers at him.

“Asshole…” the white haired man mumbled under his breath, looking up from under his white lashes, gaze set back on your face, watching you rub the back of your neck, saying something to geto.

Words leaving your mouth sounding muffled as his gaze dropped to your neck, noticing that the brown spots trailed further and further down the length of your neck, even traveling under the collar of your shirt, where the cloth obstructed his view.

Lip twitching up breifly at his annoyance, wanting to see just how far the freckles really went.

“Right satoru?” Suguru laughed, both of you directing your attention to the albino, “god da-“ smacking him harder once more on the back of his head, sending him his body curling in on himself on the ground and groaning, “manners satoru jesus christ.” suguru smacks a heavy hand over his face at gojos antics.

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Gojo let his head fall of the edge of sugurus bed, silky hair falling around his ears, suguru laying against the headboard, flipping through some magazine, sugurus low-fi playlist playing softly in the backround.

“God….did you see how her frek-“ Geto swiftly cutting him off by kicking his foot into his shin, “satoru i swear to god if you say one more thing about her fucking freckles i’m going to cut out your tongue.” he spat, not looking up from his magazine.

For days after your first meeting he would not shut up about how cute he found your freckles.

Learning when you wore a skimpy tank top when sparing with shoko, that the cute spots not only covered your pretty face, but your arms and hands too.

Watching the light hit your skin as your body moved swiftly, shirt lifting when you flipped and twisted yourself, seeing the freckles and moles scattered across your tummy.

Shirt barely having lifted for a couple milliseconds, but he didn’t have good eyesight for nothing. Gojo quickly memorizing the placement of the dots and engraving it in his brain.

Brain practically short circuiting when the sun was beating down on the school a little too how one day, meaning he got to see you in shorts.

short, skimpy, tight, shorts.

It was like you wanted him to look, leaning over the counter, knees perched on the stool and elbows on the counter, cradling your soft cheeks in your hands as you spoke to shoko over the table.

Twisting your hips on the swivel stool, making the fabric of your shorts raise, letting him see even more brown spots on the insides of your thighs from his place on the couch behind you.

“torruuu,” geto caught him off gaurd, whispering into the shell of his ear, “quit bein a fucking perv.” turning to look at the not so friendly looking smile plastered on the dark haired mans face. ugh. buzzkill.

Taking them back to the present, “I know I knowww, you hate beauty we get it..” gojo drawled, sticking his tongue out and rolling his eyes. Lucky the bed blocked geto’s view of gojo’s face from here, as he probably would’ve hit him.

“I just cannot stop thinking about kissing her cute little face, maybe her neck..” pausing for a second, getting too absolved in his words, “below her neck…” he whispered.

“Satoru, stop telling me about your perverted fantasies about our new classmate, please.” letting the magazine drop into his lap as he finally let himself look down at the man.

Geto quickly noticing the extremely obvious tent in his pants. “You have 2 seconds to get you and your boner off my bed or your not gonna like it.” geto growled.

Gojo let his body slide of the bed backwards headfirst into the hardwood floor. “You hate meeeee,” he dragged out his words dramatically, “You hate my happinesssss” he continued, geto closing his eyes and shook his head, feeling a headache come on at his antics.

“I hate your penis.” Geto corrected. “She has a mind of her own, it’s not my faul,” gojo defended, sprawling his limbs out on the floor.

“Did you just refer to your dick as ‘she’?” Geto asked, needing to clarify the insanity gojo was spouting, leaning over the end of his bed to get a better look at the white haired freak.

“Well yeah,” he stated like it was obvious, “cant be a ‘him’, that would be gay.”

Geto blinked at him, glancing at the ceiling to center himself before he looked back at the man on the floor. Leaning back out of view, he picked up the magazine, throwing it straight at gojos crotch. Of course now of all times when geto decided to assault him, he had his infinity on.

“Oh that would’ve hurt so bad,” gojo closed his lanky legs together, covering his crotch with his hands. “I cant believe you really went for my nads.” gojo bit his lip in offense, faux crying at getos meaness.

Geto just rolled his eyes in response, flopping back into the bed, folding his hands over his chest as he was left entertain-less.

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When the two of you finally exchanged numbers, he used the opportunity to ask to take a picture together; for your profile picture of course!

Definitely not because he wanted to stare at the picture by himself for hours; pinching the screen between his fingers, zooming in and out of on the photo as he now could really map out each and every one of your freckles.

Blushing when his brain compared them to the constellations, how romantic he thought.

What happened next was… less romantic.

Phone laid out on the bed underneath him while his hand laid next to it, bracing himself as he hovered above it, other hand rapidly stroking his cock.

Staring into your eyes unabashedly, no geto around to tell him off as he engraved whatever piece of your face he wanted into his brain permanently.

Squeezing over the tip when he looked at how big his hand looked compared to your shoulder, palm resting on it in the photo.

Twitching at the mole placed perfectly on your cleavage, getting a great view of the crack between your breasts from the high angle he held the phone at. Mentally patting himself on the back for that.

He had zoomed in onto your half of the photo, not wanting to look at himself while he masturbated.

Mouth watering with the urge to press his lips against every single one of your freckles. Imagining you giggling and blushing while he tickled your face with his soft lips making him dizzy.

Gojo imagined your hand instead of his, wrapped tightly around his cock. He imagined pressing his length against your plush lips, rubbing the tip over them, feeling your tongue dart out and lick his tip.

Groaning out your name when he came, abs clenching when ropes of cum spurted out of his dick, and all over the sheets underneath him.

Grimacing when he watched some of it land on his phone screen; disgust being slightly overpowered by how erotic your pixelated face looked with his cum decorating it.

“Satoru did you take my charger again? Swear i’m gonna kill you-“ Suguru cut himself short when he slid satoru’s door open, taking in the scene in front of him.

Geto wasn’t able to fully see his phone, but he knew full well what his jerk off material was.

Satoru gave him a dopey grin, practically seeing smoke emit from atop getos head as he slammed the door shut, kicking his foot against the wood and yelling out, “cant believe i’m best friends with such a pervert!” down the hallway, voice getting quieter the further he got away from gojos room.

Satoru didn’t care though, gazing back at his phone, picking it up in his palm before using his thumb to smear the cum over your smiling lips lewdly.

He absolutely needed to get his hands on you, and he would make sure he did.

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reserwrekt · 2 years

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Sorry if you’re a Cap and offended when I say this, but I haven’t known a single one that hasn’t:

Inflated something about who they are to impress other people

Lived some sort of double life in the form of catfishing, or literally having another relationship or family as a secret or making many profiles

Hate watched people or basically- they obsess over things and people they hate

#ive had three cap friends and they all did this to varying degrees #i have two stalking my blog right now because they cant leave it alone lol #my only acceptions are ND people because i feel being ND gets left out in zodiac stuff #im referring to the allustic caps #like even in videos talking about caps some people remarked they get the most hate comments on them lol #and i have an ND leo friend who isn't like any leo ive ever known but i can vibe with some leos anyway #so the capricorn that hates me and stalking me rn hi #anyways for example one i know recently was talking about how hes super neat and clean and no one appreciates him #so my former cap friend let him live with us even though she asked me and i said no #and then he trashed his room never cleaned or showered and didnt pay rent like i fucking said he would #my former friend thats a cap would describe herself as being headstrong and shit to me but then say shes a baby to other people and lie #about her personality so much that whenever we were in a group setting shed go hide in the kitchen and limit talking to anyone #then she admitted shes a social 'adapter' no bish you just lie about who you are to make anyone think they might like you #im currently still acquainted with a cap that posts nothing but how much he loves capitalist culture and the grind and how hard he works #but i was friends with his ex and he owed her nearly a thousand dollars in rent and never went to work bc hes a contractor #then he always talks about his daughter andposts pics often but i noticed theyre pictures from the same day he went to see her like a year #ago he only sees her once a year but acts like its all the time lol #anyways mot my followers are inactive so stop telling people i talk shit about you to a million people no one even listens to me #which is actually great i dont really want anyone listening to me believe it or not i know thats hard to believe in ur lil head but fr #go away get a life stop making accounts every time yall look at my blog i can see your ip youre not sneaky #like i wont even tag this with anything relevant and youre still gonna click on it #no one follows me as closely as caps that hate me do lol

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thisismeracing · 1 year

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Babe | CL16

Pairing: black!fem!reader x ex!charles; black!reader x jacob elordi. Reader has she/her pronouns.

Warning: curse words, Twitter environment, allusions to s3x, cheating, break up, angst…Minors DNI!!!

Summary: It’s been a little over a year since Y/n and Charles Leclerc ended their relationship, the fans found out through gossip pages and Y/n went radio silent from everywhere...until the Grand Prix day when she came back with a compromising song and pap pictures of her and new beau. They say revenge is a dish better served cold, right?

a/n: none of the pictures used are mine, they are all from Pinterest and other apps. everything else is made up by me and I do not give permission for it to be published on a different platform. I would appreciate it if those things could be taken into consideration 💛

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itsmeyn

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itsmeyn “Babe” is out now in every streaming platform. I was in a really bad place when I wrote this, but I hope my heartbreak can remind you that we are only humans and the good things will come. 😘

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user2 You should not have come back, honestly 🙄

ynsunshine I LOVE IT, QUEEN!!!! Thank you for putting into words what I can’t.

charlesmonaco2 I get it that this is a song and that’s how artists express themselves, but why did she need to drag and expose Charles after almost a year?

⤷ f1winter honestly, I love Charles, but I don’t think she dragged him, she just shared her feelings with us after needing almost a year to heal. She’s quite the brave type.

elordiyn The fact that Jacob is real active and has been feeding us is such a win

⤷ euphoriamazing I hate and love the fact that he doesn’t mind pda too lol you saw that pic of him grabbing her 4ss? 😳 I had such a bi panic

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paddockgossip After over a year away Y/n came back with a new, and hot - we have to agree-, boyfriend. The fact that Jacob Elordi posed for her in front of his white benz did not go unnoticed by fans. Looks like our Ferrari queen moved on.

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lewisbrasil LEWIS WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???

user10 why are you guys even talking about her? Isnt this a f1 gossip blog?! She’s not f1, move on

charlesunny I loved Charles and Yn together but I honestly cannot remember about them after seeing her and Jacob…honestly, the height difference, the hand Placement, the pda, the laughs 🥹 Im happy for her, she deserves the best

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jacobelordi 💜 life is better with you by my side, honey. Yn-month dump 📌

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itsmeyn I love you, love 💚

zendaya Im over the moon for you guys!

lewishamilton 🤍🤍🤍 Its good to see you smiling again, Yn! Take good care of her, mate.

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cantdothis-nomore · 11 months

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Tengen Uzui + wives x swordsmith reader

The inspo for this fic was from @zoyatoshi one named ten minutes! Please go check out their blog they are one of my FAV writers and I would love if you took a look at their blog! ^^

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Content : Imagine being the fourth wife that basically nobody knows about because of your trade as a swordsmith making tengens swords

A/N : I don't know why I wrote this I just really like Tengen lol :')

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You moved quickly around your forge collecting things as you mutter at a pace others would find hard to make out. Your hands were torn up and your face had sweat beads rolling down it as you went back to your original project. Your husbands new sword. You had leapt out of bed a week earlier remembering the unfinished sword and shut out everyone in place of finishing the sword.

You closed your eyes with a groan as you heard furious footsteps approaching and your forge door was once again thrown open with a bang revealing a fuming Makio with Suma not far behind.

"You are coming with us NOW!" Makio yelled as she grabbed you by the collar of your kimono trying to drag you out of your forge. You adamantly held on to the side of a table and wiggled out of Makio's grip.

"As soon as this is finished I promise you I will come back to the house I swear." You pleased with her "Y-You said that 2 days ago n/n!" Screeched Suma, big fat tear blobs starting to roll down her cheeks as she yet again realised that no matter the push they put on you, you were not going to return to the house until your project was finished, but Makio was not so easily convinced.

"You haven't slept in nearly a full week now Y/N," a soft voice spoke from the doorway, Hinatsuru stood at the door her tone and face firm but her eyes gave away the stress she felt. "I know but I really really really need to get this sword done before Lord Tengen gets back, please Hina!" You pleaded.

Being a demon slayer, Tengen was away a lot God knows where at the most unfortunate of times, counting this one. He didn't let anyone else make his swords apart from you after you joined the family, you loved doing it but god did it stress your wives out so. You would stay in your forge for days at a time not eating, not sleeping, not drinking and come out a complete mess, looking like a demon.

'No Y/N, this has gone on long enough. That is a perfectly good sword for Lord Tengen!" Makio butted in just as Hina opened her mouth to speak, even so, just by her expression you could tell she was going to say exactly what Makio did for her. "I promise I will be back tonight ok? I promise all I need to do are these last bits" You begged.

Hina heaved a sigh placing her head in her hands not even bothering to tell Makio off for hitting Suma for whining constantly. She looked you in the eyes searching for any type of truth, "Fine." She said sternly, "but you are coming back tomorrow morning at the max no matter what."

You managed a weak smile to her and a rib crunching hug off of Suma as she bustled a fuming Makio and wailing Suma out your forge. The moment they were halfway down the hill you collected the plate of food Hina left for you and shoved it in your food stash as you made a run for the door pushing the bolt over and moving into the very back of your place as not to be disturbed.

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You can imagine the fury of your wives the next day when they woke without you next to them, now nearing the sixth time this week. In a storm of rage Makio came tearing up the hill Suma and Hina hot on her heels. She slammed her fist into the forge door banging on it at a fast rate.

"Y/N! LET US IN YOU KNOW YOU ARE BREAKING YOUR PROMISE TO US AGAIN!" But again, there was no answer from you.

Even from the back of your forge you could hear Sumas screeching and see Hinas stressed and almost given up face which made you feel guilty, but you couldn't just leave this project here! You worked harder as you felt your guilt eating away at you and the noise of your wives slowly became quieter and quieter. Your brow furrowed as the sword continued to leave gashes on your hands and your vision became blurry. You shook it off and glanced out the window double taking as you saw the inky black sky. You gritted your teeth and continued to work ignoring the darkening sky outside.

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BANG!

Your head snapped up with a start as your forge doors were kicked in and there stood your husband. Back from his mission. Early.

'Shit' was your only thought as your eyes flicked round him and spied your wives all outside the door looking a mixture of sad and angry.

'So,' Tengens voice boomed round your forge and things started to rattle on your shelves as he continued to speak, 'Hinatsuru tells me you've been in here a week and haven't been looking after yourself at all! How unflashy!" He said with a sharp look. You winced knowing Hina probably told him everything and Makio probably didn't spare any details in her fury either.

Tengen strode into your forge carefully avoiding the mess as he stood infront of you. Keeping eye contact with you he bent slightly to reach your eye level. "And exactly how long have you not eaten for little mouse?" He said softly but within his tone there was a sharp edge that hit you the most. You didn't answer as your eyes strapped themselves to the floor. He grunted as he returned to stand up straight.

"Makio, check her food stash please" He said watching you carefully. Your eyes immediatley snapped to Makios as you silently pleaded with her not to tell him. Her eyes narrowed at you as her pace quickened and she disappeared out of sight just before her voice echoed around the room,

"It's full!" She called out, her glare resting on you in disappointment. Your eyes widened as you quickly darted round a table to stop Tengen from getting you.

"N/N that full food stash is almost as unflashy as your purple eye bags and dirty kimono you continue to wear, just come back to the house you have stressed the girls out enough." He said a determined glint in his eye. His hands rested on the table as his eyes tracked you like a predator waiting for its preys next move.

"I just need to finish it and then I'll come back to the house! I'm serious!" You quickly said as you watched Tengen quickly take a run for you. You once again ran around the table but not fast enough this time. He wrapped an arm around your waist before you could go any further and hoisted you onto his shoulder.

He walked out your forge and down the hill with Suma, Makio and Hina close behind him all heading towards the house. You felt your body on the verge of sleeping but you were determined not to give in.

You began to thrash and screech as loudly as you could like that would make them take you back to the forge. Tengen raised his hand smacked your ass to shut you up and finally you gave up. Flopping against him you let yourself give in and veered on the line of unconsciousness, as much as you didnt want to admit it you were exhausted. You knew what you were doing to your body was bad but you really needed to complete the project even if it cost you your sanity.

After what seemed like an age you were put down on a chair. Too tired to fight back anymore you let yourself be fed and bathed as you fell unconscious, the last thing you remember being you and tengen getting squished between your wives all of you thankful to be back together again.

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serialunaliver · 7 months

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how tf do you make a post title on the new tumblr mobile app all I can do is make words bigger

hi hello it's sivi aka tonysopranobignaturals or whatever other cursed urls i've had. check my tiktok (nukehenrykissinger) for proof this is really me. if you don't already know I deleted my account a while ago after being put in a "most annoying tumblr users" poll. however, it's not being called an annoying tumblr user that actually caused me to deactivate, but rather the rumors spread as a result. this poll essentially grouped me with pedophiles and nazis and for people who already hated me it was a good opportunity to send anonymous asks telling people I believe awful things, am friends with awful people, etc., and while SOME people actually went to my blog before making assumptions, others did not. at the time this all happened I had over 80,000 followers. having that much attention online is only really useful on websites where you can monetize it. on tumblr it only gets your posts and your blog in places you wish it didn't.

I hoped being off tumblr would improve my mental health and while it did decrease relationship paranoia on social media, otherwise i've been doing quite horribly and put my family in danger several times. it's so bad that i'm saving up to move out so my family can live a more peaceful and safe life. looking back on my delusions that lead to planning murder-suicide (family annihilation) it's hard for me to comprehend how it was myself who got to that point. this disease turns you into someone else and there's only so much you can do to stop it--a person in a psychotic state is not self aware. my psychosis is trauma induced and I WILL have recurrent episodes that I can't predict or prevent. I have to live life with this knowledge. it's not easy. treatment is also difficult, and now that i've moved to an area with absolutely AWFUL healthcare I can barely even get my meds refilled, let alone find a therapist or psychiatrist who actually wants to work with me after seeing my record of institutionalizations.

now, on a more positive note, some people have asked me about my world on my tiktok. well, it's just as active as it's always been, and catching you up on current events would take forever so i'd rather post naturally as things occur like I did before.

and to conclude all of this...if you do have a problem with me for any reason that's fine; i'm not entitled enough to think I inherently deserve everyone's support, but I DO think you could just like, block me and leave it at that. oh yeah and the post says "return to tumblr *maybe*" because i'm not sure if I can handle the attention long enough for me to not delete again LOL.

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markiemelon · 6 months

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hii! i just found out about your blog! i wanted to request something but i also wanted to compliment your work! you have the writing style that pulls me in so that i really read the story word for word (most of the time i just skim through the entire fic to just get to the ending lol) so thank you for existing and writing these stories. they feel like a big hug! keep up the good work, i will definetly read your work in the future and catch up on your other work that i havent gotten to yet!

as for my request haha, i was wondering if you could write for jeno? im a sucker for soft jeno, but i cant really find anything that isnt wayyy too cringey. tbh soft jeno is very rare i feel like *sobs*

like, jeno is a really cold boyfriend who doesnt really show his affection, and even when he does, he doesnt admit it. for example, when he prepares a gift for you, he puts it in a place where a lot of people can access, so that you dont know that its him. haha and then when you ask him abt it, he pretends he has no idea what ur talking abt.

the only time that jeno is soft and cuddly is when ur abt to sleep or when hes sleepy.

can u js write abt jeno being exceptionally cuddly one day in bed, and the reader is really surprised?

also maybe jeno confesses abt sweet things hes done for reader in the past?

if ur not interested, please ignore! i know i wrote a lot haha, sorry.

bye!

@dungiewungie you are the sweetest. im so flattered. thank you for reading my stories!!!! thank youuu!!! so much!!!!! ♡ ♡ ♡

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pillows

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☆ genre. flufffff + no warnings

☆ pairings. jeno x gn!reader

{11:55 pm ~ ♡}

you and jeno didn’t live together, but somehow he always found a way back to your place. he loved staying with you. he loved the way that the pillows smelled of your shampoo and how your perfume lingered on the silky sheets…

side by side, you and jeno lied in your bed, heads sunken into your pillows.

“yn, why do you have so many pillows? we can barely fit on this bed.”

he was right, you did have way too many pillows, but you liked piling them up and burring yourself to feel cozy.

he tried to throw some off to the side of the bed but you wouldn’t let him. “noo. i need all of them.”

jeno rolled his eyes and pretended to act annoyed. he shuffled around a bit to get comfortable despite drowning in the fluffiness around him. the two of you lied in silence for a moment.

“talk to me.” he said.

“talk to you?” you answered.

“yeah. it helps me sleep.” his voice was quiet.

your lips stretched past your teeth as you thought of all the things you could talk to jeno about. you figured now would be the perfect time to confront him about something since he couldn’t really go anywhere...

“remember that time you got jealous when my secret admirer sent me flowers?”

“yeah… “ he said shyly. “also..i gave you those flowers.” he confessed, a bit hesitantly. “that was before we started dating so i was kind of embarrassed.” jeno rubbed the nape of his neck.

he avoided looking at you; he was just too flustered to.

hearing that made your cheeks light up. “jenooooooo!” you wanted to give him the biggest hug, but you knew he hated your cuteness aggression. so you just told him how adorable he was, and went back to drifting off to sleep…

“yn. come here.”

your head perked up as you gladly placed yourself the closest you could to jeno while still lying side-by-side.

“no” he said, “here.”

jeno put his arm around your back, and pulled your head to rest on top of his chest. “i meant here.”

you didn’t say anything, you just giggled to yourself as you thought about how funny it was that out of all the pillows you had to choose from, he was the softest one.

thank you thank youuu for requesting! i haven’t had much time to write so I’m sorry this took soooo long. i really hope you like it ♡

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moni-logues · 11 months

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Different Spaces

Pairing: Bangchan x reader

Genre: friends to lovers, smut

Summary: Chan has just returned home from tour and you hope you aren't wrong that something has changed between you. Only one way to find out...

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: one (1) handjob, little bit of cum-eating, that's pretty much ya lot!

AN: YES, she's a MULTI BLOG NOW. And obviously it's Chan. It was always going to be Chan lmaooooo. Anyway, this idea crept into my head last night and then I wrote it today to put off writing something else 😅😅😅 I HOPE YOU ENJOY! It's unbeta'd (except for @minttangerines reading it to make sure it didn't suck lol) so forgive the typos please!!!

ETA: you can now find part two HERE!

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It wasn’t weird and it wasn’t uncomfortable. But it was different. It was definitely different this time.

Chan sat in front of you, between your legs, his back against your chest and his head in the soft space between your shoulder and collarbone. You leant against the arm of the sofa with your hands on his stomach-

That was different. You had the hem of his T-shirt between your fingers, toying mindlessly, while your other hand rested on his warm, soft skin beneath it. He had one hand resting over yours, his fingers not exactly entwined with yours, but not exactly not.

You’d held hands before. On occasion. Entirely casually, platonically. Except for the part where you wished it wasn’t casual, wished it wasn’t platonic.

You’d had feelings for Chan for as long as you could remember, since you first set eyes on him. Honestly, you were used to it. Comfortable with it even. You knew you weren’t going to do anything about it and that meant it didn’t worry you. It would be your little secret and you would soak up all the time with him you could, you would enjoy all the friendship privileges he offered you and you would clutch them close to your heart in the absence of any actual body to hold.

It was only before he went away this last time, a couple of months ago, that you felt something change. Something about how clingy he had been the night before he left, a little more tactile than he usually was. He was ants-in-his-pants fidgety and wouldn’t sit still. He was wrestling you into a hug one minute and then pushing you to the other end of the sofa the next. He held you so tightly and for so long when you hugged him goodbye that you had joked it was like he was going off to war. He had laughed only half-heartedly, which, for Chan, might as well have not been laughing at all. He had pulled back and looked at you intensely with his hands still on your waist and you had waited and waited for him to say or do something else but he just kept looking.

“Are you going to like, actually leave?” you had asked.

He snapped out of his trance and ruffled your hair.

“Course I’m going! Why? Trying to get me to stay?”

You weren’t, because you knew he was going to leave, anyway, that he had to go, but he sounded hopeful (or were you imagining it?).

“Yeah. I did consider locking you up for a second, but taking care of one animal is enough; I’m not sure I could cope with having to feed and care for you, too!”

He had done a proper laugh then and you were reassured that whatever had just happened, it was a blip, a glitch, nothing more. He had hugged you one last time, shorter, looser, and then turned to leave with a salute.

Then he was back, hugging you just as hard, fresh off the plane (rather unfresh, actually, and he had the cheek to ask to use your shower!).

And it was the same as it had ever been.

But it was also different. Because he had told you so many times while he was away that he missed you; he had said ‘wish you were here!’ so often that you actually believed it; your gallery was full of ‘found you!’ photos of ugly statues and ‘thought you’d like this’ shots of architecture and souvenirs—souvenirs he’d actually bought and brought home for you. He didn’t usually do that.

And now, there you were, with your hands on his skin and your cheek resting lightly on the top of his head and he was laughing at the film you were watching and taking your hand from the hem of his top, crossing it over his torso and holding it there. He closed his fingers over yours. Holding hands. You flattened your palm over his stomach and stroked sideways, the circle of your arms tighter around him, and you wanted to ask what this meant. Did it mean anything? Had he just been lonely on the road? Did he just want some physical contact? Were you just... there?

You weren’t one to be stuck in indecision. You didn’t have the patience for it. You decided, when you first met, that you weren’t going to act on your feelings because trying to date an idol was an insane thing to do. And you didn’t need the stress.

But you also didn’t need the long, drawn-out stress of a ‘will they? Won't they?’ scenario with one of your closest friends.

And, if you were going to be really honest, you kind of did need a good fuck. And you’d thought about fucking him a lot, one might say too much. And if he was interested, if something had changed and he saw you differently now, well, then the bedroom was calling for you.

“Chan?” you said quietly.

He twisted his head a little.

“Yeah?”

“Can I... touch you?”

You drew your fingers back, softly grazing your nails against his abs. He giggled.

“What do you mean? We already are touching!”

You slipped just the tips of your fingers beneath the waistband of his jogging bottoms and the waistband of his boxers.

“No, I mean... touch you.”

“Oh, sh-… Uh.”

You didn’t move your hand; you felt his heartrate quicken, thumping back against your chest.

“You don’t have to say yes. It’s ok if the answer’s no.”

“Yeah, no,” he said. “I mean, the answer’s yes. It’s ok.”

“Are you sure?” you asked.

He swallowed and nodded and put his hand over yours, carefully encouraging it lower.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

His hand left yours as it disappeared beneath the fabric of his clothes and you couldn't breathe as your fingers ran over the velvet skin of his soft cock, which twitched on contact. As you pushed his trousers and his boxers down, you almost couldn’t look, couldn’t bear the thought of disappointment, after all this waiting, after every fantasy, but you needn’t have worried. Of course, it was fucking perfect. Just like the rest of him. You wrapped your fingers around his semi-hard length and he shifted.

“You don’-” Then he hesitated.

“Don’t what?”

“Uh, you don’t have to be gentle...”

Then he wrapped his fingers around yours, squeezed a little tighter, and your thighs squeezed, too. You chuckled, a little embarrassed, a little shy actually, a little over-awed.

“Channie likes it rough, huh?”

You didn’t need to see his face to know he was blushing; you could feel the heat radiate from his cheeks.

“Um, well, uh-”

He was stammering now and you were amazed that he could be bashful with his cock in your hand, shy even though he was directing you.

“I like it,” you whispered and you felt a shiver go through him.

He kept his hand over yours and you smiled to yourself because you should have expected this. Control freak Chan, perfectionist Chan, Mr ‘I’ll just do it myself’ Bang. It was cute. But you weren’t going to let him get away with it. You let him control you, let him show you how he liked it, let him get himself to the point where his breathing was heavy and his bottom lip was bitten between his teeth and his brows were furrowed.

“Hey,” said, nudging his head with yours. “Who exactly is giving this handjob? You want me to just leave you to it or...?”

He spluttered and stopped and immediately let your hand go.

“Sorry, I-”

“You don’t have to apologise; I know you. But I want to do this for you, y’know?” You turned your head and gently bit the top of his ear before pressing a kiss to it.

“Yeah, got it. All yours.”

“Thank you.”

You had him panting again in seconds, because he had already given you his secrets, and when he tipped his head backwards and whined, it made your cunt pulse.

“Ok, you’re right, you’re right,” he gasped. “This is better. Fuck... Oh shit.”

He was moving like he couldn’t help himself, his hips snapping up, fucking himself in your fist and you could feel his thighs twitching, feel the tension coiling in his body.

It was building in you, too, as you soaked through your underwear. He wasn’t quiet and every moan, every grunt, every gasp of your name made your head spin. You hoped it wouldn’t stop here. After all this time, something was finally happening and you needed it to keep happening, you needed him to feel you, too. A moan fell from your own mouth as you imagined him fucking you, imagined that it wasn’t your hand around his cock but your cunt. That he liked it even rougher when he was inside you. That the deep black intensity he had inside him came out. That he fucked you like he danced, with every inch of his body and every ounce of strength.

“I’m-.. I’m-…"

You didn’t need him to tell you.

“I know, babe. Go on, make a mess. Make a mess for me.”

With a shudder and a cry trapped low in his throat, he came, over your hand, over your fingers, over his stomach and his T-shirt. He was gulping in air with his eyes closed and a hand clenching and unclenching at his side.

“Oh, shit,” you whispered as you swiped a finger through the mess on his skin. “Who’s going to clean all this up?”

You raised your hand and brought it almost to your own mouth, then pretended to think twice before pressing down on his bottom lip. It was a bold move, you knew, but you were feeling emboldened.

Then he opened his mouth and took your cum-sticky fingers in without a second’s hesitation. Would the night’s surprises never end? He licked your fingers clean and ran his tongue over your palm before he swiped his finger through the mess on his stomach and lifted it to your lips. You laughed.

“I can do you one better.”

You shuffled and climbed out from behind him, pushing him down and straddling him. It was the first time you had been face to face; you both blushed when your eyes met and you couldn’t stop the giggle that rose in your throat. He giggled back and you recognised that you were on the verge of hysteria; if you let that giggle become a laugh, it wouldn’t stop until you were both crying. You tried to rein it in, this strange, self-conscious shyness that was gripping you, this wild giddiness that made you want to scream with laughter and cry ‘I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!’. You were looking at Chan and you knew he felt it, too; his eyes glittered and then all but disappeared as his smile widened. He bit his lip to try to keep it in, but it was no use.

He snorted and covered his face with his hands as a loud laugh bellowed forth. You never could resist his mirth. You were helpless to it at the best of times. He was curling over, his whole body shaking, and you were climbing off him, flopping to the floor, weak with it, the laughter sapping your strength and overriding any capacity for being serious. It was too absurd. That this had just happened. That one day—one moment—you were friends and the next you were making him come over himself, that he was licking his own cum from your fingers. That you had wanted this for such a long time and sworn off it. That you had no idea it might be something he wanted. That you never even thought to ask! That it could have been this easy? All this time?

Your brain was elsewhere as your breath shuddered and tears streaked your cheeks. You thought you had got yourself under control: your breathing was shaky and your stomach hurt but your eyes were dry and you sat yourself up. Then you looked at Chan, face also tear-streaked, flushed with glee, and you both collapsed again.

“Don’t look at me,” Chan said, his voice thick and wobbly with laugher some minutes later. “Don’t look at me, please, I can’t laugh anymore, but can you get me a fucking tissue or something?”

You shut your eyes, scrunched your face, and pressed your fist to the bridge of your nose; you couldn’t laugh anymore, it would kill you. But you knew that if you turned to look at him, helpless and messy on his back, that another fit would catch you. You crawled to the end table and threw the box of tissues in his direction.

“Thanks.”

You leant back against the edge of the sofa and let your breath resume its normal rhythm, let your heart slow down, let Chan wipe himself up and tuck himself away. You felt him sit up as his knee knocked your shoulder and you turned so you could just see him out of the corner of your eye. He looked down at his cum-stained T-shirt and gingerly pulled it over his head. Then he looked at it, displeased.

“This was clean on like, an hour ago.”

“Oh, shit, sorry, dude. You want me to take the handy back or something?”

He looked alarmed for a second.

“Do you want to take it back?”

“No.”

“Good, neither do I.”

“I would kind of like to know where the fuck it came from though.”

“What are you talking about? You started it! You offered!”

“Chan, you were holding my hand. We don’t hold hands! Look at all this shit you bought me!” You gestured broadly to giftbags and boxes, trinkets and jewellery on the coffee table. “Besides, I’ve always wanted it; you haven’t.”

He stared at you, mute, looking like you’d just asked him a long division question.

“You always wanted it?”

“Yep.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?!”

“Because you didn’t want it!”

“How would you know?! You never asked!”

“Ok, well, did you?”

He looked up; he looked down. He looked thoughtful. He looked a little apologetic.

“I don’t really know,” was his eventual answer.

“Well, there you go. That’s why I didn’t say.”

Silence reigned and you didn’t want this to collapse, to fizzle into awkwardness.

“Do you want it? Now?” you asked.

“Yeah.” At least he sounded sure about that.

“What changed?”

When he looked at you and caught your eyes, there was a look there you hadn’t seen in them before. It was almost painfully soft, tender in a way that pierced your heart. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just looked at you like he was looking at something precious, something sweet. Then he shrugged.

“I’ve never been away from you that long before.”

“And?”

“I didn’t want to be. It made me not want to go at all. And I couldn’t work out why it mattered so much. I’ve been away before. I’ve been here, even, and just been busy and not seen you for a while. But it felt different this time, somehow. I really didn’t want to go. And I talked about it and everyone told me I was like, the world’s biggest idiot. They all apparently thought—or knew?—I had feelings for you already and they all just said ‘tell her! You’ve got to tell her! Go for it!’ and I wanted to. I was going to, the night before I left, but then I realised I’d be confessing all that stuff and then just... fucking off. I didn’t want to do that. So, I... did nothing, I guess.”

“Fair enough.”

“You wanted it all this time? Me, you wanted me?”

That he even had to ask was adorable, broke your heart a little. Who wouldn’t want him? He was everything you could have asked for and more; he ticked every box; he made your sad little heart sing like a songbird. And he still had to ask.

“Since the moment we met.”

“Shit.”

“I had no idea.”

He looked like he meant it, too: a little dazed, a little confused, just a hint of wonder on his face.

“So, what now?” he asked.

You shrugged.

“You mean right now, or general future ‘now’?”

“I guess both?”

“Can I be honest?”

“Yeah.”

“Right now, I would really like to do something about how badly I want to fuck you.”

And he was bashful Chan, again, his eyes wide and the tips of his ears pink, his mouth slightly open with surprise. You watched his Adam’s apple bounce as he swallowed.

“I... am amenable to that.”

“Want to try that again with something even slightly sexy?”

And he blushed bright, covering his face with his hands.

“Fuck, ok, give me a second.”

You laughed and moved from the floor to sit opposite him on the sofa, your knees touching. You waited patiently for a second or two, then tapped his leg.

“I’m flustered, ok!” he cried. “You’ve got me all... flustered. I don’t know... I-.. Agh. I swear I’m not this bad usually. I promise. I just--… this has really taken me off-guard! Fuck, I didn’t know. I-”

You interrupted him to climb into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. He lifted his face to yours and you kissed him, just a light peck on his petal pink lips.

“How about you let me lead, then?” you asked, your voice soft and low. “Can you do that? Can you let me take control?”

He looked at you pleadingly, his eyes round and wide, and you were worried that it meant no, that he was going to say he didn’t want that.

“Yes, please.”

Fuck.

With your hands on either side of his face, you pulled him closer and kissed him again, deep this time, deep and slow and breathless. He tasted of honey butter chips, which you had never liked before that moment. His tongue rolled with yours, soft and sweet and every bit as good as you had imagined. He whined quietly, just barely, when you pulled back, when you sank your teeth into the plush pink of his lower lip. When you looked at each other, nose-to-nose, his eyes were wide again, sparkling and bright and looking at you like you were the whole world.

It wasn’t weird and it wasn’t uncomfortable and it wasn’t awkward; it didn’t feel like crossing a line or pushing a boundary; it felt like you should have been doing this all along. It was different for the two of you, sure, it was different. But you’d been ready for this change since you learnt his name, since he held his hand out to you and smiled politely. This different was good. This different was everything you’d ever wanted.

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Does He Know?

part two

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Genre: forbidden relationship

Warnings: smut, swearing, angst

Word Count: 3.7K+

Author's Note: THERE ISN'T GONNA BE A PART THREE. I have to make that clear because you guys can seriously talk me into anything and it's not good man. You guys win, I wrote the part two, idk if this is any good though, I feel like it's very vague. idk about a part three, like honestly if enough of you beg in the comments for like a part three then maybe I will write one. also is there kpop fans here, specifically nct fans? if there are, I have another blog for nct lol. anyway enjoy reading.

part I

post about part III

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“I’m gonna go to the restroom,” you whisper to Arthur, as his older brother, Lorenzo is telling a story at the dinner table. Arthur nods his head, letting your hand go, he looks back and smiles at you before returning his attention to Lorenzo. His smile has your heart melting, Arthur and his pearly whites.

After you left the table, Charles silently followed after you. He caught up to you in a back hallway to the restrooms. Wrapping his hand around your arm, to stop you, it set your skin a blaze. “I know you,” Charles said with a bit of a glare.

“Yeah, we just met tonight at dinner…”

“No, I know you from before tonight,” Charles corrected his earlier statement.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about I have never seen you before tonight,” you said, trying to convince yourself that you were wrong and Charles isn’t the one you slept with.

“You’re the girl from that night, the one that was in my bed.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you don’t know if you’re trying to convince Charles that he's wrong or if you’re trying to convince yourself anymore.

“Don’t lie, I haven’t forgotten that night,” Charles says softer this time, his tone gentler now. It would be a lie to say that your heart didn’t skip a beat with how Charles talked.

“I don’t want to remember that night,” you say this time, trying to push the memories from that night away from your mind. Charles took a step closer to you, when someone was coming down the hall to use the restroom. His cologne surrounded you, you couldn’t describe what he smelled like but it caused your mind to go fuzzy. You felt overwhelmed with his presence.

You watched Charles' gaze flicker between your eyes and your lips, “I don’t want to remember that night either,” Charles says clearly dazed. Charles moves his other hand to cup your face, you want to have the strength to stop him. But Charles makes your heart flutter, and your brian go hazy. There’s something about being in his presence, being so physically close to him, that makes you forget about everything else.

“I should…” you take a deep breath, but it doesn’t help because all you can smell is Charles’ cologne. “Arthur,” you whisper, you’re trying to say you should go back to Arthur, but you don’t get all the words out.

The mention of his brother has Charles halting. “You should go back to the table,” Charles says, letting you go and taking a step back. You nod your head, before walking away. Charles doesn’t know what came over him. He hasn’t stopped thinking about that night. For the past three months you have invaded all his dreams, for three months Charles couldn’t get you out of his head. For three months he wondered, what your name was, what you did like, how you looked before the morning after, who your boyfriend was. For three months Charles has only thought about you.

Charles remembers that night so clearly, he remembers what started that night even. Him and Charlotte got into an argument about something unimportant, so Charles went out in an attempt to forget about it. There at the club with a few friends, he spotted you. You were dancing, and drinking with what looked to be a few girlfriends. The sight of you sent shivers down Charles' spine. He came over to dance with you, and you allowed him to. The feeling of your body against his sent shocks through his system. Your perfume caused his brain to fog up. Something about you had Charles in a trance.

When Charles finally returns to the table, you both pretend nothing happened. You take Arthur’s hand in yours and you smile lovingly at Arthur. You notice Charles takes his girlfriend, Charlotte’s hand, and kisses the back of it. You and him look at each other, you don’t know what passes through his mind, but thoughts of that night pass through your mind. Suppressed memories of Charles hovering over you, filling you. His hands on your body, his lips on yours, his body pressed against yours, all those memories fill your mind. You turn back to look at Arthur, trying to stop the heat crawling over your body.

After you break the gaze, Charles looks down to his lap, having to adjust his pants. He knew he was fucked when one glance from you did this to him. You knew you were fucked, when at the end of the night when Arthur placed a kiss on your lips, your mind still play thoughts of Charles.

“Come on, it’s gonna be fun,” Arthur says, as he drags you along. Charles is taking the yacht out today, and Arthur insisted on you coming along, even though you already told him that you would prefer to stay at home. Against your wishes, Arthur drags you along nonetheless.

Charles picks you and Arthur up from the dock, before moving onto the yacht. When you finally get aboard, Charles and Arthur don’t waste any time, immediately jumping into the water. When they come back aboard, you feel your heart pound, as water drips from Charles’ bare chest.

“Someone like what they see?” Charlotte asks from behind you, as she holds out towels for the boys.

“Huh?” you pull your gaze away from Charles to look at his girlfriend.

“Arthur, you like what you see,” Charlotte says pointing to Arthur who was standing behind Charles.

“Yeah, of course,” you say, as the guilt begins to eat away at you. Charles looks at you and he knows you weren’t looking at Arthur. You grab a towel from Charlotte, walking past Charles to hand it to Arthur. “How does the water feel?” You ask Arthur.

“Nice, refreshing,” Arthur says with a flashy smirk, grabbing the towel from you.

“You girls should take a dip,” Charles says, you feel his gaze on you, his voice sends goosebumps down your skin.

“Maybe I will,” you say in a hushed voice, Arthur thinks you’re talking to him, but you know you’re talking to Charles.

“Oh? I should join you,” Arthur says with a playful smirk, as he sets down the towel. You pull off your shirt, and you step out of your shorts to jump into the water. You still feel Charles gaze on you, you feel him stare at you.

“They look good together, yeah?” Charlotte asks Charles, as she hugs his arm, watching you and Arthur jump into the water.

“Yeah,” Charles mumbles, not hearing what Charlotte says, too focused on you.

That night so many drinks are shared that no one really makes it back to shore. Charlotte is tucked away in Charles’ room, while Arthur is passed out in another room that Charles set aside for him. Any other friends that Charles had invited out for the day, are already fast asleep. There's only you and Charles left up, nursing your drinks. You sit far away enough from him, that his scent doesn’t surround you.

“Does he know?” Charles asks, breaking the silence first.

“He knows, he doesn’t know it was you.” You don’t need the context to answer the question, you already know what Charles is referring to.

“What did you tell him?”

“That it was a terrible mistake, that I don’t remember who the guy was, that I would never do it again,” you answer truthfully. There’s no one around, there’s no reason to lie anymore. “Does she know?”

Charles takes a sip of the beer in his hand. You can see the debate go on in his mind, he takes a second before answering, “no.”

“I should go to bed,” you stand up from your seat, placing your drink down on the table. Charles matches your movement standing up with you. You watch Charles, make his way towards you, closing the distance you put between the both of you. He wasted no time, cupping your face and grabbing your waist pulling you in close. You feel his lips brush against yours, not a full kiss, “don’t,” you whisper, closing your eyes. “Don’t do something we’re gonna both regret,” you get the words out this time.

“I want to,” Charles whispers, “I want to kiss you, even when I know I shouldn’t.” You don’t dare to open your eyes to look at Charles, afraid that as soon as you open them, you’re gonna succumb to your desires. “Look at me,” Charles whispers, noticing that you’re not looking at him. Against your better judgment, you obey. You open your eyes and look at Charles.

You do it. You push yourself slightly higher, pressing your lips against Charles’. It's almost instant with how he responds, pulling you closer, holding on to you tighter. You wish you stopped at a kiss. You wished you stopped after you fell back into the seat. You wish you stopped when he moved to your neck. You wish you stopped when he moved down to your chest. You wish you stopped when he continued to move down your body. You don’t stop him.

You don’t stop Charles when he pulls your bikini bottoms from your legs. You allow Charles to pull your legs apart, as he kisses everywhere he needs to. Charles licks between your folds, covering the entire area. You want to wrap your legs around his head to keep him in place, but Charles stops you. He pins your legs to the deck floor as he continues to eat you out. He wants to hear your moans, your pleas, your cries, but both you and him know better. You place both hands over your mouth, trying to contain any sounds.

Your body is on fire, on the verge of ecstasy. Charles doesn’t stop or even slow down, he is determined to taste you tonight. Charles moves his thumb to glide over your clit, while his tongue pushes in and out of you. You bite your hand to stop the extreme moan that tries to escape. Charles notices you struggling to keep quiet, he looks up at you from his position with hooded eyes. “You need to keep quiet,” Charles says to you, and all you can do is nod your head, “good girl.” Charles goes back to eating you out at a more vigorous pace. Your toes start to curl as you feel your orgasm creep up on you. You’re teetering on the edge, and with one full lick, Charles shoves you over the edge.

Charles doesn’t stop there, licking up all your juices. When he finally pulls away, you still see traces of your orgasm on his lips. He moves back down to kiss you, you’re able to taste yourself off of his lips. Charles moves down to kiss at your neck again, he wants to mark you. Claim you as his. He wants to display his work on your body. He wants everyone to see you belong to him. He wants Arthur to know you’re his, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t mark your body, he doesn’t linger in one spot too long, he doesn’t. Instead he pushes your legs further apart, making space for himself.

He takes his cock in his hand, guiding himself into you. He fills you up in all the best ways possible. He kisses away all the pain, he wants for your signal to move after he bottoms out. When you do give in he moves slowly, painfully slow. “Charles,” your words comes out as breathy whimpers, “faster, please.”

Charles was never the type to deny a woman of her needs, so he goes faster. He goes faster, he pulls your leg up around his waist, and you throw your head back. You can feel all of him deep inside of you, and he offers nothing but pleasure. You’re rushed back to the edge of that beloved cliff. He moves one hand back down to your clit, rubbing soft circles. The complete opposite to his blunt, hard, fast strokes. You bury your head in Charles’ neck, you moan into him for only his ears to hear.

Charles fears you being too loud, that he pulls your head away from his neck, and pushes his thumb into your mouth. Your eyes go wide, with the realization of what Charles is doing. You hold his hand to your face, and suck on his thumb. Charles didn’t think the act of you sucking on his fingers would turn him on so much. Charles loses all focus, feeling too good. You fall off the edge first, when Charles hits the one spot you needed him too. You clench around Charles that sends him over the edge.

You both lay there out of breath for a minute still connected. You don’t want to let Charles go for him to pull out, but he does nonetheless, as he wrapped your legs from him. He couldn’t help himself but watch as his cum spills out from you. He doesn’t stop himself dragging his fingers up your folds pushing it back inside of you. You snap your legs shut, trapping Charles’ hand, as your hands fly to cover your mouth.

Charles pries your legs apart, taking his fingers covered in yours and his cum, shoving it back in your mouth. You suck and lick his fingers clean, and you swear Charles’ eyes go dark after that.

Charles brushes the back of his knuckles against your cheek as the two of you lay bare, wrapped up in a blanket. “We should get dressed,” you whisper as you look up at Charles.

“This was a mistake,” Charles whispers to you, not really convinced that it was.

“It’s never gonna happen again,” you lie. The two of you untangle yourselves from each other. You each get dressed back faced to each other. There’s no more words exchanged between the both of you, as you silently walk to your respective bedrooms. You don’t take a peek at Charles as he enters his room, and Charles doesn’t take a peek at you as you enter your room. You crawl into bed with Arthur, and wrap your arms around Arthur. You close your eyes, and try to get yourself to sleep. But Charles’ scent lingers too strongly on you, that it makes your mind fuzzy, that you’re not able to sleep. That you’re all hot and bothered, all over again.

Charles climbs into his bed, Charlotte instinctively wraps herself around Charles when she feels him enter the bed. Charlotte smiles in her sleep, now feeling Charles with her. Charles looks down at his girlfriend and tries to push all thoughts of you to the back of his mind. But your lips are burned onto his skin. He can still feel your kisses against his neck. Your hands are burned onto his skin, so he can still feel you gripping his arms. Your legs are burned onto his sides, that he can still feel them wrapped around his waist. Charles can still feel all of you around him.

You’re so hot and bothered, that you wake Arthur up. Charles is so uncomfortable that he wakes Charlotte up. But it's not the same for either you or Charles.

You want to say that was the last time. You want to say that it was a mistake. You want to say that it never happened again. But that's all lies. It happens again and again. It happens constantly over the next two months. It happens so much that you have a strange feeling that Arthur knows. You and Charles both agree to stop until things stop being so suspicious.

You look over at Arthur, sleeping peacefully in your bed. The sight has your heart breaking in two. You want to be head over heels in love with Arthur. You want Arthur to send your skin ablaze like Charles does. You want Arthur to cause your heart to flutter with a single glance, like Charles does. You want Arthur’s kisses to burn like Charles does. You want Arthur's touch to send shocks through your system like Charles’ does. You want Arthur to have the same effect on you like Charles does.

“Hello,” you press your phone up to your ear, turning away from watching Arthur sleep. “Why did you call?”

“Why did you answer?” Charles’ voice comes out clear through the speaker, even without seeing him. His voice still sends shivers down your spine.

“We can’t do this Charles, Arthur is asleep,” you whisper.

“I had a dream about you,” Charles whispers too, afraid he’s going to wake the sleeping Charlotte in his bed.

“And?” you feel the wind knocked from your lungs.

“You had my baby,” Charles answers honestly. You place a hand on your stomach, you feel your eyes well with tears. You’re in too deep and you know it.

“y/n,” Arthur’s voice cuts clean across the room, your heart drops, “who are you on the phone with?”

You pull the phone away from your ear, hanging up the call before anyone can say anything else, “it was my mom, she pressed the wrong button.” You lie so easily to Arthur, you have gotten good at hiding things now.

“Okay,” Arthur says, deep down he feels like you’re lying to him, but he just thinks he’s being insecure.

“Let’s go to bed,” you say with a soft smile, turning off your phone.

You shut Charles out completely. You block his number, you block him all on social media platforms. Anytime Arthur invites you out with his family, you fake an illness. You do a marvelous job of avoiding Charles completely. So much of a marvelous job, that Charles forces you to see him. You don’t know how he does it but he shows up at your front door demanding to see you. You couldn’t help yourself but open the door to him.

The sight of Charles has your heart racing, you feel it want to jump out of your chest and run away. His scent invades your nose, it surrounds you and you feel your mind going fuzzy. “What are you doing here?” your voice comes out meek and tired.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Charles asks, his voice sounds strained. He looks like he hasn’t been sleeping well. You close your eyes looking away from Charles, he moves cupping your face to look at him.

“Charles, we can’t,” you speak softly this time, you’re trying to say all your thoughts but Charles.

“No, y/n what is this about?” There’s a tone of uneasiness in Charles’ voice, you try to push him away, but he just pulls you closer. His hands remain on your face, that has you losing your focus.

“Charles your dream,” you are out of breath when you speak.

“It was a stupid dream,” Charles says.

“No,”

“What is it? Talk to me.”

“I was happy,” you say, finally looking at Charles, as the tears escaped you. “You told me you had a dream of me having your baby and that made me happy Charles. Arthur was sleeping in my bed,” you placed a great deal of emphasis on the ‘my’ of my bed, “and I was happy with the thought of your baby. Your brother, Charles, your brother was in my bed.”

Charles finally lets you go. He looks at his hands as if there's blood on them, there minus well be blood on them, his brother’s blood. “This was a mistake,” Charles says, this time he means it, “I shouldn’t have come.”

“Please go,” you whisper, as you silently cry, turning away from Charles.

“I’m sorry y/n,” Charles says as he walks out the door. That’s the last time you see Charles ever.

You make sure it’s the last time you ever see Charles. That very same day, after Charles leaves your place, you break up with Arthur. You tell Arthur the truth, the easy truth. That you fell out of love with him, that your heart doesn’t feel the same anymore. That you’re sorry and ashamed that your feelings changed so drastically.

Arthur doesn’t even know if he wants the answer, but he asks anyway, “were you cheating on me?”

You think about your answer carefully, you think about what your answer would mean. What it would do, how it would affect everyone, what was the best thing to say. You take the time to answer Arthur’s question, you think very carefully before answering. “I was, you don’t know him, he’s someone from back home.”

“What was it about him that I didn’t have?” Arthur asks, again he doesn’t know if he wants the answer but he still asks.

You have to think carefully again, Arthur and Charles are similar in so many ways. There's so many things that they shared, “nothing,” you finally answer. “He wasn’t better than you, my heart just chose him.”

“Are you gonna be with him now?”

The answer comes fast this time around, “no, he has a girlfriend.”

“What are you gonna do now?” Arthur asks, this time he knows he wants the answer.

This time you don’t have to carefully word your answer, “I’m gonna go back home, I think i’ve been away too long.”

Arthur nods his head, he stands up to leave. It feels weird, almost unsatisfying. You thought Arthur was gonna yell, shout, cry, but he didn’t do any such things. Before he makes it out of the door, he turns back and says, “I hope you find someone who makes you feel like how that guy made you feel.” Arthur then shuts the door behind him, in that moment you caught a glimpse of Charles in Arthur. You leave Monaco within the week, you try not to think about it.

However even when you get back home, thousands of miles away from Charles, you can still feel his lips on your skin. You can still feel his hands grip your waist. You can still feel the shocks he sent through your system. You can still feel the blaze he set to your body. Even thousands miles away, your body still longs for him.

part iii

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collinrobinsonsglasses · 3 months

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Hello there!!

Really adore your "Too Soft to be a Pirate" work!! It's beyond incredible! I can't thank you for such a lovely piece!

Saw your requests are open, so here's my silly little thought:

Izzy Hands x Reader. Mutual pining. Fluff.

Besides being a certified badass, Reader is also a skilled artist. Stede, ever the enjoyer of art, buys the necessary supplies. Here come the portraits, landscapes and so on.

During some moment of quiet on the ship, Izzy is looking for the Reader and finds them in one of the somewhat secluded rooms of the Revenge, making a portrait of Mr. Hands himself.

They talk their pining through as a crew. Maybe even kiss about it lol.

Thank you for you works once again <3

Thank you for all the kind words @imchloefuckingprice-blog <3 I wrote the first part of this in Lucius's point of view, because he's the best when two people don't know how to express their feelings. I hope this was what you were looking for.

Izzy Hands x Reader (GN)

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A Brush of Fate

Lucius prided himself on his keen observational skills. After all, he had recognized Stede and Ed’s feelings for each other long before they did. Now, his perceptive gaze focused on the unmistakable connection between you and Izzy. One night, while Lucius sketched and you painted, you opened up to him about your feelings for Izzy. Despite Lucius reassurances, you remained unsure about Izzy reciprocating your emotions. You insisted to Lucius that Izzy was still caught up in his feelings for Blackbeard. However, Lucius saw Izzy’s lingering gaze directed toward you from across the deck, noting his subtle attentiveness as he went out of his way to help you with tasks around the ship.

The more Lucius thought about the relationship between you and Izzy, the more it seemed to fall into place. Your undeniable skill with a sword and adept sailing skills meant you never pissed Izzy off like the other members of Bonnet’s crew. You were a certified badass and your artistic talents formed a quick bond between you and Lucius. You were Lucius’s favorite person on board, second only to Black Pete. Lucius believed Izzy would have to be an idiot not to have feelings for you. However, in Lucius’s opinion, Izzy frequently displayed behaviors that bordered on idiocy.

“What are you working on today, babes?” Lucius inquired with a smirk as he entered the former ballroom, closing the door behind him. Lucius already knew the answer, observing a subtle shade of red flash across your face.

In response, you turned the easel to face him and the doorway. Lucius gazed upon the beautiful portrait of Izzy hands before him, experiencing a pang of pity for its painter.

As a thought crossed Lucius’s mind, he burst into laughter. “I can’t imagine what Stede would say if he knew you were using the paint supplies he bought you to create that. I feel like he would have a conniption.”

After laying eyes on one of your small paintings, Stede had purchased supplies for you, hoping you would help replace the artworks lost on The Revenge during the era of the kraken. He confided in both you and Lucius, expressing his desire to make the ship feel like home once again. He wanted things to get back to normal and to help Edward feel comfortable.

“I made those for Stede,” you remarked, and Lucius followed your finger to two paintings leaning against the ship wall to dry. One depicted The Revenge, and Lucius couldn’t help but marvel at the delicate details of the ship, rolling his eyes at your undeniable talent. The other showcased Ed, dressing in his exquisite purple attire from the night of the fancy party. You even included the tiny purple bows adorning his beard.

“He’ll actually love those,” Lucius huffed, surprised to find no sarcastic comment to direct at the paintings. Playfully, he rested his chin on your shoulder from behind as you both admired the portrait of Izzy. “Now, who will this portrait go to?” Lucius teased.

“No one. I’ll probably paint over it once I’m done.”

“Why are you painting it then?” Lucius asked, disappointment evident in his tone. The portrait was beautiful, and he hoped you would give it to Izzy, finally admitting your true feelings.

“I thought that if I painted Izzy, his face would get out of my head,” you replied quietly, and Lucius couldn’t help but hear the vulnerability in your voice.

Lucius empathized with that line of thinking, but in a slightly different way. He recalled how he had sketched Blackbeard’s face for weeks, only to be snapped out of it by Black Pete. “I get that,” Lucius replied, pursing his lips and scrunching his face, before lifting his sketchbook to reveal one of the many drawings of Blackbeard.

He observed the relief that washed over your face at being understood, forming a smile at the drawings. “Flower Blackbeard was my favorite,” you chuckled.

“Maybe…” Lucius lingered, playfully bumping his hip into yours. “You should give Izzy the painting, and that’ll get him out of your head” he suggested with a mischievous glint in his eye.

You responded with a sarcastic laugh, accompanied by a roll of your eyes. Lucius dropped his playful expression, reciprocating with a roll of his eyes. Deep down, he just wanted you to be happy. Over the past few weeks, Izzy had grown on him, and while he may not have thought Izzy deserved you, it was clear that he was always occupying your thoughts.

“I’ll leave you to moping and painting then,” Lucius said, patting your shoulder before heading out of the ballroom with a clear objective in mind.

He found Izzy in the hallway leading to the captain’s quarters, gazing at one of your new paintings Stede had just hung up. This sight caused Lucius to smirk; he knew he was right about how Izzy felt about you. Determined to push you two together, he decided he would do everything he could to make it happen. Lucius was tired of seeing you unhappy when all that seemed necessary was to talk it through.

“Pretty good, right?” Lucius slid into the spot next to Izzy, crossing his arms and directing his gaze at the painting. The painting depicted a simple sunset over the water, yet it radiated a quiet beauty.

Izzy only replied with a grunt, clearly annoyed that Lucius had caught him staring at your painting.

“I didn’t know you were such a lover of art, Iggy,” Lucius continued, attempting to poke at him further. “You and Stede must have so much to discuss.”

“What the fuck do you want, twatty?” Izzy snapped in response.

“There’s a leak in the ballroom,” Despite his usual quick-witted nature, he knew this lie lacked conviction.

“Why the fuck is that my problem?” Izzy grumbled.

“Blackbeard told me to tell you, so you could fix it.” Lucius’s arms involuntarily squeezed more tightly across his chest as he lied, but he tried to relax once he noticed.

“Well… you told me, so fuck off.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Lucius quickly retreated from the conversation, hoping his lie was convincing enough to get Izzy to go where he needed him. Lucius perched himself on one of the mast tops, carefully watching the direction Izzy departed. When he noticed Izzy heading toward the ballroom, Lucius bit his lip with anticipation.

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Izzy slowly wandered down the hallway, heading towards the ballroom, frustrated at being the one who always had to fix the ship’s problems. He was even more annoyed by Lucius teasing him about you. He couldn’t help but stare at your painting. It was beautiful, just like you. If it was so obvious to Lucius how Izzy felt about you, then you must be aware of it too. Perhaps it was some inside joke between the two of you. Izzy had held feelings for you for quite some time now, witnessing how you found beauty in the small details that most people would overlook. Your ability to turn the mundane into lovely paintings had captivated him, and with each stroke of your brush, his admiration for you grew.

Feeling discouraged, Izzy had almost decided to give up on his feelings for you when he opened the door to the ballroom and found you immersed in painting. He was taken aback for a moment, not realizing that this was where you created your art, and then confused about why Lucius had sent him here. There were no visible leaks in sight. That’s when he saw a portrait of himself staring back at him. His jaw dropped as he tried to understand the meaning behind the painting.

“Fuck off, Lucius,” he heard you say as you continued to paint, not turning towards the sound of the door opening. Izzy contemplated whether he should leave, feeling like he had interrupted a private moment. However, in his moment of indecision, you turned around to face him. Izzy observed your eyes widen in surprise, followed by your cheeks blushing a deep shade of scarlet. “You’re not Lucius,” you whispered quietly, regaining your composure.

Izzy tried to rack his brain, attempting to find a reason why you would be painting him, but he couldn’t come up with a single explanation. A moment of silence stretched between you both as you stared at each other, waiting for the other to speak. Izzy glanced over at the two other paintings in the room. “Are these for Bonnet?” he questioned, gesturing towards all the paintings.

“Those two are. This one is just something I’m doing for fun,” you replied, and Izzy sensed the nervousness in your demeanor as you spoke.

“Why?” Izzy inquired.

“I feel like you have a face that’s worth being painted,” you whispered.

Izzy didn’t know how to respond to your words; they seemed sincere, but this whole scenario didn’t make sense to him. Why did Lucius send him here? Taking a moment to examine you, he noticed you were in an old, oversized shirt covered in paint. As he gazed at your face, he observed a bit of paint smeared across your nose. He wasn’t sure what information he was trying to glean, but he also enjoyed just looking at you.

Realizing he had been staring at you for too long without a response, Izzy quickly found his words. “Lucius told me there was a leak in this room.”

Izzy watched your face contort from one of nervousness to annoyance.

“Of course he did,” you snapped. Izzy observed as you dropped the paintbrush onto a nearby stoll where your paint sat, glancing towards the door as if you were going to find Lucius yourself to teach him a lesson. “There’s no leak, Izzy.”

Finally, the pieces snapped together in Izzy’s mind. Lucius’s teasing remark and him sending Izzy to find you painting a picture of him–it was all part of a big joke, and he realized he was the butt of it. Izzy felt anger rising within him. He never expected you to treat him like this, and the revelation left him feeling both hurt and surprised.

“Oh, I see. You and Mr. Spriggs are joking around and wasting my time,” Izzy spat as he began to turn towards the door to leave.

“Wait, Iz.” Izzy felt your light grip on his arm, pausing at your touch. “Lucius knows how I feel about you, so I think this was his way of forcing me to tell you. I’m not trying to waste your time or play a joke on you.”

“How do you feel about me?” Izzy whispered quickly. He felt his demeanor instantly soften and turned back towards you.

“I like you, Israel Hands,” you said steadily, your big eyes gazing into his, seeming to search for any sort of reaction.

When he gave none, you grabbed Izzy’s hand, leading him towards the painting, gesturing to your work as you spoke. “On the outside, ruggedly handsome, worn by the sea, tough but your eyes… There’s a gentleness you can see in your eyes. The way they soften when you talk about something you love, the subtle warmth they hold when you smile. I like you because I see a complexity in you, Izzy– a blend of strength and tenderness that intrigues me.”

Izzy turned towards you, prompting you to face him. His fingers reached up to gently trace the paint on your nose. You closed your eyes at his touch, opening them to meet his gaze once his hand fell from your face. “Paint?” you asked in a soft whisper.

“I like how you look… even with paint on your face. Especially with paint on your face.” Izzy confessed, his tone tender. “I like you.”

Izzy gazed down, captivated, as a sweet smile stretched across your face. His eyes lingered on your lips, attempting to memorize their shape and color. A silent anticipation filled the space between you, Izzy pondering the sensation of your lips against his, the curiosity and desire swirling within him. You closed the gap between you, your lips meeting his in a tender kiss. The connection was soft and sweet. Time seemed to stand still as your lips gently explored the contours of Izzy’s.

“I fucking knew it,” Lucius’s voice rang out from the hallway in delight.

Izzy immediately let go of you, worried about your reaction to Lucius seeing you with him. You only replied with a giggle, shutting the door quickly. “Fuck off, Lucius,” you sang playfully.

As your arms warped around Izzy, pulling him in for another kiss, he heard Lucius’s annoyed voice through the door. “I feel like I deserve a thank you, at least.”

For the first time, Izzy was thankful to Mr. Spriggs for sticking his nose into everyone’s business. Thanks to him, he was getting to hold you in his arms, instead of just having to admire you from afar. You had told Izzy he had a face worth painting, but in Izzy’s mind, you yourself were a work of art.

#izzy hands x reader #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd x reader #izzy hands #ofmd fanfic #Israel hands x reader

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 months

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WIBTA if I called out sick twice after already getting my 2 weeks notice

Hoo! So glad I found this blog recently because I have a stressful little situation on my hands.

I've been working at a small restraunt for a few months and have enjoyed the work I do, but am very obviously falling behind. It was my first restraunt job that wasn't a pizza place and so I took some adjusting. Not to mention we are incredibly shirt staffed, so I was constantly overworking myself and closing alone. I could tell that I was gonna get let go for a while now, so I'm not bothered by that. But my weekend directly after I got my 2 weeks notice I went on a night trip to the coast with my mom. Upon returning home, I was horribly sick. Like the worst I've been in a long time but luckily not covid. So I called out on my 'monday' and got a predictably passive aggressive text telling me to rest up. That was yesterday, and today I woke up and sent a text saying I could come in with my mask and theraflu whatever. An hour later, after showering and taking my meds, I got INTENSE side effects from my meds. This is weird because I took them on time and everything. (These side effects are horrible and called "brain zaps" lol, it's like that feeling of numbness before you pass out or go to sleep, but constantly and rapidly shooting through your limbs from your brain.)

I am mad that I'm getting what seem like withdrawals, because I took my meds on time. But then I realized all the fucking medicine and immune supplements I've been taking can seriously mess with my meds. So I look it up and of course effexor has an interaction warning with cold medicine for serotonin syndrome. Awesome! So I did it to myself trying to get better enough to work.

I feel like the asshole because I only have a set amount of days left, and it seems like the least I can do to show up. On top of this, there is an event happening tonight that I'd be assisting with, so I am essentially abandoning my other coworker as well. I am very afraid that to my boss this all sounds very fake and could even seem like retaliation for the firing.

Just very stressed and in a self loathing mood lol 🫠

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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lyramundana · 10 months

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Hii, fellow poly Minsung whore activist here🥰 I’m nervous about using my account so I went anon, I hope you don’t mind. I have a little scenario here that I’m probably so wrong for but I’m delulu ash.

Maybe reader (whose a fan or a friend is dragging her along with them) meets Minsung (who’re already in a relationship ofc) in a city they’re having a concert in. Minsung are like “hey ykw she kinda fine, let’s spice things up and bring her back to the hotel.” During their night together, the boys use degradation, praise, grips hard enough to bruise, and soft touches just to make her head spin.

Now I love me some a sprinkle of angst. She has a moment of overthinking after Minsung fall asleep and escapes?? Sort of lol. Minsung do not like this, no no no😔.

That night, she ends up at their concert with some good ass ground floor tickets. While she doubted they would see her and if they did, they probably wouldn’t recognize her (girl like they weren’t giving you the best dicking down of your life the night before), they do in fact see her and you just made this easier for them bbg. They told the other members and security guards to bring her backstage after the show.

Oh babe they mad as hellll. They don’t even wait to get back to the hotel as they drag her to an empty room and destroy her. We’re talking hand prints on her ass, more prominent fingerprint shapes on her hips, arms and neck, tears streaming down her face, the whole 9 yards.

Idk where to go from there tbh. Anyways I hope you enjoyed my delulu thoughts <3

Okay now, honey. First of all, there's no such thing as a "wrong" scenario. Everything that it's discussed in this blog is acceptable and very much not-delulu, so don't brush off your scenarios. Specially when is so FUCKING GOOD AND DELICIOUS like this one. Like, excuse me🥵🥵🥵?? You came up with this masterpiece and brought it to me for free?? Sweetie, you should post it in your own blog and let the world see this jewel of yours. Don't feel nervous of using your account. I always make my horny, unhinged requests displaying my username. This is Tumblr. No one here can judge you for your thoughts

You bet I enjoyed every line of this delulu side of yours.

Reader doesn't really follow the group, but her friend is a Stay and this concert is the lifelong opportunity they've been dreaming off, but they don't want to go alone, so they drag Reader to accompany them. While the friend is resting in the hotel/house, Reader decides to take a stroll around the city and comes across MinSung at some point. Maybe they meet in a shop, where they struck a converstation about common interests, and seeing they get along well MinSung agree and say "fuck it, can we join you?" and that's how they get to know each other better.

Reader doesn't know who they are, but their faces are familiar, and they're just happy to chat with someone like normal people. They've wanted to explore the city a bit before the concert, as the weather looked great for some alone time together, but they encountered the language barrier issue and the lack of knowledge about the place. When Reader appears and helps them out, being so friendly and nice about it, their first instinct is glue themselves to her for the rest of journey. Also, they find her really attractive and can't help but admire her discreetly and exchange appreciative comments that she can't understand. And that's how they spent their day hanging out, just the three of them, while Reader acts like a guide and they start to be bolder with her.

At some point they're sitting in a bar together, drinking a bit, and they have privacy to talk about anything. It's also then whey they begin to make their attraction clear. They've been so fucking stressed with this tour, sex recently hasn't been enough for them, and she's just so gorgeous. So cute. The way she speaks, moves, even the way she dress is driving them mad slowly. It doesn't help that she returns every bold gesture from them. She's not blind. She finds them hot too and it's been a while since she had some "fun".

So, after a while of wandering hands, spicy "jokes" and suggestive comments, the tension feels too thick and they throw the question in.

"We should get going back to our hotel room. Want to come with us and see it?"

She's not drunk enough to miss the intentions behind that question, but she's tipsy enough to accept.

The flirting doesn't stop and when they set a foot in the elevator, the tension snaps. They jump at her like hungry wolves, biting and grabbing every piece of skin they can get their hands on, and Reader welcomes all of it like a submissive lamb, ready to be devoured.

They struggle to open the door, being so occupied feeling her up under her clothes and leaving marks already. Once they're inside, one of them closes the door with a kick without taking his attention from her. They leave a path of clothes behind them that ends up in their bedroom and then she's thrown to the bed. She doesn't have time to recover before they're on her again, exploring every inch of her know naked body with their mouths and hands. Her brain is all mushy from the intense pleasure and adrenaline she's feeling. MinSung unleash all the pent up frustrations and desire they've been dealing with on her.

The entire night was filled with her moans and whimpers while they took her roughly, leaving their hands printed on her hips and inner thighs, as they groaned and cried out of sheer pleasure and relief. Sometimes they went at her at the same time, others they took turns while one watched.

"Such a good girl for us, isn't she, jagi?"

"Damn right she is, so eager to please us, to let us play with her body."

"Look at her, so obedient and cute for us. What a good whore, letting herself be fucked by some men she doesn't even know"

"Go on, use your mouth like the little slut you are. Nice job, kitten"

"We'll fill you up so much it'll be leaking out of you for days"

Her mind turns blank, the world spins, and her body starts to shake uncontrollably and tremble with the amount of orgasm she had. They grab her legs and torso with such force it feels they're trying to press the imprint themselves in it, moving her body as they please to find the right angle. When she cums again, she's half-unconscious and the boys are tired too, finally spent. They clean her up, massage the bruises the left and watch her fall asleep while caressing her face and kissing her skin. They chat for a while before the tiredness consumes them too, Reader safely kept in their arms.

The morning after, she's the first to wake up and doesn't take long to realize what happened. She remembers enough of it and feels her face get warm at the memory, but also gets giddy at it. She stretches a bit, careful to not wake them up, and supress a hiss of pain when she feels the marks they left. She reaches for her phone, reading the messages and calls from her friend, who's worried sick, at which Reader calms them down by giving them a "censored" version of the events. Then the friends reminds her of the concert and sends a photo of one of the promotional posters, featuring all members.

Reader feels her blood freeze inside her body.

She turns around to look at the boys in bed, then at the picture on the phone, then at the bed again, and she feels faint.

Maybe it's the remnants of the alcohol, maybe it's the weight of the revelation, maybe it's the lack of sleep she got, but Reader has to fight off a panic attack and the only thing she can think of at this moment is running away from this situation. So she gets dressed, grabs her stuff, and leaves hurriedly without waking them up and full intention of not looking back. When the boys wake up, they expected to see her in their arms still and maybe get another round, but imagine their shock when they see she's not there. Ohh honey, they're seriously mad. Why the fuck did she run? How could she after they night they had? They try to brush off the anger because they know chances of seeing her again are slim and there's no point.

Meanwhile, Reader's friend notices she's not quite the same since she came back and she's even more reluctant than before in attending the concert. To get her friend off her back, she admits she saw MinSung during her walk and chatted with them "a bit" and now she's embarrased to see them. Her friend, obviously, has a fangirl moment at first and chastises Reader for not telling her first, bombing her with questions, but she avoids the spicy parts of the story. Her friend finally tells her to not worry, that although their seats give a good view of the stage, it'll be very hard for the boys to spot her in the crowd anyway. Reader relents and goes to the concert, having dressed prettily at her friends' insistence because "they have to look their best for the occasion!". When they arrive, Reader feels more at ease with the amount of people surrounding her and thinks her friend said the true.

However, when the group comes to the stage, she feels her heart stop at recognizing the men she had that glorious night of sex with and becomes shifty. They don't make signs of having spoted her, even when Jisung came near their zone, he didn't seemed to notice her, and she allowed herself to enjoy the performance, convinced that they was safe. But she didn't know Jisung had indeed spoted her, hence he aproached their location to confirm. He didn't hesitate in telling Minho, and when they overcame the shock, they former anger came back again and they agreed to a plan. Stays could feel a shift in the boys' performance, they seemed more brutal, harsher.

When the concert ended, Reader was about to leave with her friend until a security guard stopped her and told her she was demanded backstage. Both of them were shocked and confused, and Reader's friend even acted worried, refusing to ler her go in fear she got in trouble for something. Reader calmed her down and asked her to wait in the hotel, since the man told them it wasn't anything bad. While she was leaving, the friend winked at her and exclaimed "tell me all the details when you sign the NDA".

A staff members takes her to an empty dressing room and tells her to wait, leaving her alone there. She's fidgeting, not knowing what to expect but having a small suspicion. Suddenly, the door opens with a slam and she jumps in the place. When she sees the two boys enter and locking the door behind them, she knows she's fucked.

They let her know exactly how pissed off they are, interrogating her and even accusing her of being a fan pretending to not know them just to get her wet dream come true. She argues back and denies it all, returning all their yells, until a hand grabs her painfully by the jaw.

"You don't fucking get to talk back to us, whore. We should've put you in your place from the beginning"

"I think she's a little too high up there, jagiya. Let's remind her exactyl what her place is"

All the gentleness they showed the first night is gone. Her clothes are ripped in shreds and thrown carelessly around the room, as she's pushed forcefully on the ground.

They don't hide their satisfaction and pride at seeing the faint marks they left previously, pressing them enough to make her whine in pain.

"Don't whine, slut. We're about to give you even more of them."

They go at her at the same time, no turns now. They edge her until she's sobbing and screaming, first with their fingers and then with their tongues. She gets spanked by one of their belts, feeling the bruises starting to form in her ass cheeks and thighs. She's then gagged with the same belt because "way too fucking loud, kitten. you're not allowed to make a sound".

When she's spasming, eyes rolling back and begging through the belt for some release, anything, the boys exchange a knowing glance and untie the gag, letting her breathe through her mouth in relief. But her relief doesn't last when they position her in the middle, with both of their dicks inching to her cunt. She knows they're up to something, but her brain is too fucked to guess what. When she feels both of their cocks entering her at once, she's about to scream again but a hand quickly covers her mouth, and they both start moving agressively inside her, leaving their dicks printed in her walls. The feelinf their cocks rubbing against each other and her clenching almost makes them cum again, but they control themselves.

They fucked her back and forth across the room, moving from the ground to the couch to the chairs to the make up tables, etc.

"That's what you fucking deserve for leaving us, baby. What the fuck were you thinking with that dead brain of yours, hm?"

"Look at her, so cockdumb already, acting like a desesperate bitch in heat. Aren't two cocks enough for you?"

"Is this what you wanted? Being fucked by two celebrities to share the experience with your friends? Of course you did. You're nothing but an attention seeking slut, only thinking about having a dick inside you"

"We'll make sure you can't even walk after this. You're not going anywhere this time, darling. Let's see how can you run away then."

She can no longer tell if what she's feeling is pain or pleasure, but when they cum inside her and she feels both of their cocks twitching inside her, it triggers her own orgams and her vision turns white. She faints in their arms, muttering and having spasms. They pause to recover their breaths too, checking on her worriedly and chuckling softly when she replies gibberish. One of them lifts her up bridal style and lay her down in the couch, both caging her with their bodies.

"You were ours from the moment you entered our your bedroom"

Tagging @channieandhisgoonsquad @2chopsticks2eyes @sweetracha because they gave me ideas for this. Feel free to add something or give your own version of it. The more the merrier.

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alyswritings · 11 months

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Request: hii! would you be able to write a john b x twinsister!reader story where they both have different perspectives of their dad (like, john b and his dad idolized each other while the dad always left the reader "behind"), maybe moments when their dad disappeared and when he was back? i don't have a lot of ideas but maybe fighting between the reader and john b, or reader and big john and john b taking their dad's side. just something that ends in some kind of comfort lol thank you sm, i love your blog💗

John B Routledge x sister!reader

Summary: Y/N feels like the odd one out.

Warnings: none really

a/n: sorry it took a while for me to get to this! hope y'all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

When Big John went missing, Y/N was effected, of course. But she never took it as hard as her twin brother had. John B was dead set on his father coming back alive some day. Y/N on the other hand wasn't too shocked that they possibly lost their father to his ridiculous gold hunt. It's all he ever really cared about, spending all of his time in it.

Big John always included John B in everything, often leaving Y/N out. The two would spend hours in Big John's office, the man usually brushing Y/N aside whenever she asked to join. It was obvious from a young age that the man favored his son.

Y/N picked up most of the slack when Big John went missing -- making sure the house stayed clean, that John B didn't go off the rails, etc.

"Don't you care that dad's gone? I mean, do you even give a shit?!" John B questions, following his sister into the chateau.

"Why should I? It's not like he would care if I ever went missing." Y/N remarks.

"So you just don't fucking care? What the hell, Y/N?" John B asks.

"John B, why would I be deeply hurt by a man who barely gives me five minutes? Yeah, I was initially concerned, but it's been months! He is gone!"

"No, he isn't!"

"Nobody survives that long, you idiot! Just accept it! Dad is dead!"

Y/N storms into her room and slams the door shut.

- - -

The pogues dropped Sarah and Y/N off at the chateau, the two finding John B asleep on the couch on the porch. While Sarah and John B reunited, John B claiming that he found his dad in Barbados, the three teens are now in the yard.

"Dude, did you get some drugs or something? Are you high right now?" Y/N asks as John B insists that Big John is here.

"Y/N, I'm serious. I found dad." John B insists.

"Okay." Y/N rolls her eyes.

"I wouldn't believe him either." The three look over at the man as he walks over. Y/N freezes, her eyes widening. Sarah lets out a noise of shock while John B immediately questions where his father was.

While Sarah greets her father-in-law, John B continues to question his dad where he was, not receiving an answer.

"Hey, there, sweetheart." Big John greets his dad. "What? No hug for your old man?"

"How in the hell are you alive?" Y/N questions.

"Well, that's a long story." Big John chuckles, pulling her into a hug. "Good to see you again, kid."

- - -

"No. I'm not going with you guys." Y/N denies.

"Why not?" John B asks.

"Because dad gets all obsessive and he gets super annoying and I'm not dealing with it." Y/N says.

"Y/N--"

"Come on, boy." Big John calls to his son. "She don't wanna go, it's her loss, not ours. Probably just slow us down anyway." Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Just go." She tells her brother, going into her room.

- - -

"I'm sorry. You-- you found this and you didn't tell the others?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah." John B mutters.

"Why the hell not?" Y/N questions.

"Dad said it's gotta stay between us." John B says.

"And you're gonna listen to him? John B, what the fuck?"

"Y/N--"

"No! No, they are a huge part in this treasure hunt, and you're not gonna tell them shit? What the fuck is wrong with you? Hell, you won't even tell Sarah?"

"Dad says it's best to keep it small for right now."

"Oh, my God." Y/N rolls her eyes.

"Y/N, we aren't telling anybody about this damn thing! We can't trust anyone!" Big John exclaims.

"I think we can trust our friends who have been there for us through everything!" Y/N yells back.

"No! Now, it's between the three of us! And if you're not happy with that, then get out!" Big John shouts.

Y/N rolls her eyes and turns to her brother.

"John B?" She asks.

John B glances between the two before eventually stepping closer to his dad. Y/N scoffs, ignoring the sting of tears in her eyes that she does her best to hold back.

"Whatever." She mutters, rolling her eyes, and storming out.

- - -

John B and Y/N sit on the dock of the chateau. They got back from finding the city of gold yesterday but haven't talked much since their father died.

"Hey." Y/N mumbles, crossing her legs, slouching.

"Hey." John B whispers.

"You okay?" Y/N asks after a few minutes.

"No." John B answers.

"Yeah." Y/N mumbles.

"I assume you're okay." John B mutters.

"Mm... no. No, not really." Y/N denies.

"I thought you hated him." John B says.

"No. Dislike, sure, but... I loved him. I just... wanted him to love me back." Y/N says. "He never really cared about me that much. Least it didn't seem like it. Always fighting, always getting brushed aside, you getting picked over me. His favoritism was definitely obvious. But him dying... watching him die... it still hurts."

"Yeah." John B mumbles, the two sitting in silence for a little bit.

"Least we're not left wondering this time." Y/N says.

"Mm-hmm." John B nods. "I'm sorry." He tells her. "For taking his side all the time. You were right a lot of the time, but I just... I took his side, anyway. Not that I love him more than you or anything, I just... it was just instinct or something. I didn't want him to get pissed at me or anything either."

"Well, you two are more alike than you think. At least when it comes to the gold sometimes. Granted, if somebody had a gun pointed at your kid, I'm sure you would give up whatever information you had a lot sooner than he did." Y/N says.

"You know I love you, right?" John B asks.

"I know." Y/N gives him a small smile. "I love you, too."

John B wraps his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side, and he kisses her on the head.

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saiyanprincessswanie · 1 year

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1655

Summary: You and Bucky were online shopping and stumbled upon funny underwear. Without the other knowing you each purchase a pair. How will you each react to the silliness?

Warnings: Fluff, silliness, (s)mut, (o)ral (F & M), Daddy (K)ink

A/N: This is just a silly fic I wrote do to the photo above that Amazon advertised on my FB page lol.

A/N 2: Thank you to my beta readers @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & @pigwidgeonxo

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You were on the couch surfing around Amazon when you found something that caught your eye. You lightly chuckled to yourself but Bucky who was on his laptop stopped working.

“What are you laughing at pretty girl?” Bucky's voice was deep and had a hint of amusement behind it.

“Oh nothing, just found something amusing online.” You clicked “buy now” and thanks to Prime it was going to arrive the next day. “What are you up to? Almost done with work?”

Bucky’s face heated up in what looked to be embarrassment as he did a couple of clicks and slammed his laptop closed. “Oh yeah, I’m all done now.”

“Care to share what made you all red? Looking at something sexy?”

“On the computer? Don’t be like that, I have exactly what I want. She is sexy, smart, funny, beautiful, and all mine.”

Bucky got up from the table and slowly stalked over to you. You set your laptop on the coffee table as he dropped onto the couch caging you in.

“Let’s say we take this in the bedroom and I show you how sexy you are.” Bucky huskily spoke in your ear before sitting up and pulling you with him. He tossed you over his shoulder and carried you to bed.

The next day you checked the mail and noticed two packages, one addressed to you and the other to Bucky. You opened yours and took a look at the pair of panties you bought. You chuckled to yourself as you made your way to wash and dry them.

Later when they were cleaned and dried Bucky came home. You saw him take his package and disappeared. After a few minutes, you heard the washer going. He must have bought a shirt you thought to yourself. As you go about your evening cooking for the both of you Bucky scurries past you with an article of clothing. You couldn’t see what he was carrying but you didn’t think much of it.

After dinner, you and Bucky relaxed on the couch watching tv until bedtime. You yawned and stretched looking up at Bucky. “I’m going to get ready for bed.”

“Sounds good sweetheart I will be right behind you.” Bucky smiled at you as you headed towards the bedroom. Once you reached the bedroom you quickly went to your dresser and pulled out the panties. Then you went to Bucky’s closet and pulled out one of his henleys. This was going to be perfect.

Heading to the bathroom you did your nightly routine of getting ready for bed. You caught a glimpse of Bucky grabbing boxer briefs from his dresser. He went to get changed as you were finishing up. When you were done you seductively walked out to see Bucky shirtless and under the covers. As you reached the end of the bed you crawled up the bed to him, swaying your hips while he bit his lip looking at you. You crawled up his body and sat on his hips.

“God sweetheart, you look good enough to eat. But first I want my henley off you.” He slowly slid the shirt up your body and pulled it off of you leaving you only in your panties. His eyes took in your half-naked form and as his eyes scanned over you they landed on the panties. “Caution slippery when wet?” That had Bucky laughing hard. You joined him in laughing together.

“What, you don’t like my new panties?” You say in between giggles, your eyebrows wiggled as he continued to laugh.

“No, it’s not that doll. It’s just that… climb off my lap for a minute.” You crawled off and sat next to him. Bucky pulled down the covers and your eyes went wide. You started to laugh hysterically as you saw his boxer briefs that read “caution choking hazard.”

You fell to the bed laughing knowing you each bought the same product. The odds of buying the same thing were astronomical. Both your laughter started to calm down as you rolled over to your side to look at him.

“We really are meant to be together,” you say while smiling at him.

“That we are sweetheart. So do I get to see if your caution sign is real? You wet for me?” Bucky’s voice dropped an octave and you swore you grew wet instantly for him.

You shook your head no. “I want to see if what you have underneath is a choking hazard first.” Your hand caressed the bulge that the boxer briefs were hiding. Sitting up, you pulled the boxer briefs off Bucky and threw them onto the floor. Your eyes took in the size of his cock and your mouth watered. You lean down and lick the tip of his cock causing him to shudder. Your eyes lock with his blue ones as you slowly take him in your mouth. What your mouth couldn’t finish taking your hand wrapped around him to stroke his length. Up and down you sucked him down. Every now and then taking more of him in until he reaches your throat. The first time he hits your throat you gag around him, tears filling your eyes, and that pulls a groan from Bucky. You relax your throat the best you can as you go up and down on him. Bucky fists his hands in your hair as you continue to bob your head as his cock works down your throat. Your eyes are tearing up the more you choke around him. You cupped his sack and started to fondle them as you swirled your tongue around him. This made Bucky let out a moan. Up and down, faster and faster you go until finally Bucky cums with a shout of your name. He tenses up as rope after rope of cum goes down your throat. You make sure you get every last drop and swallow.

“Fuck sweetheart that was amazing.” Bucky looks down at you and sees your teary eyes and he swears you’re beautiful just the way you look. “Now let me see if it's really slippery while wet between those thighs. Bucky lays you down on the bed and makes his way between your legs. He rubs your panties and smiles up at you. “You’re soaked doll. I’m going in for a closer inspection. Pulling your panties down your legs he throws the pair on the floor with his boxer briefs.

Bucky puts both your legs over his shoulders so you are wide open for him. Leaning down he does his first lap of your wetness. When you groan he parts your lips and does it again. His tongue feels amazing as he starts to eat you like a man starved. His beard is starting to get wet the more he dives back in and takes you apart. You start panting out his name as his fingers replace his tongue and his mouth finds your clit. Your back lightly arches as his two fingers fuck you in earnest. Your silky walls keep pulling his fingers back inside you as your breaths start picking up.

He knows you are close and he is patiently waiting for you to crest that mountain. His mouth latches on to your clit and he sucks it, his tongue flicking it every other time. Finally, he gives you what you want and rubs against your sweet spot deep inside you. In moments you are crying out his name as you cum for him. His mouth continues to eat you out until you are pulling on his hair as your hips stop rocking against him. Bucky pulls away gently, kneeling between your legs and you see his beard is completely soaked.

He is licking his lips as he flips you over onto your stomach and pulls your hips up. “Someone completely soaked my beard and god do I love it.” In one fluid motion, Bucky was sinking deep inside your core. He sets a firm, deep pace as he wants to pull the most noises out of you that drive him wild. Every thrust in and out has you begging for more.

“Bu-Bucky…Harder, please!” Your fingers hold onto the sheets underneath you as Bucky starts to plow harder into you.

“Is this what my doll wants? Daddy deep inside her pussy? Want me to fuck you stupid?” He asks in that deep voice you love so much.

“Yes! Please, Daddy. I need it, I need you!”

Bucky obliges, going deeper and harder. Skin slapping against skin fills the air and takes you apart. Your whines and moans are music to his ears as he fucks you with earnest. Every time your pussy tightens around his cock Bucky lets out a growl. Your whines keep getting louder and louder until finally, you’re cumming around his cock. A few more hard strokes and Bucky is right behind you cumming deep inside you. After a few lazy thrusts, he pulls out of you and both of you collapse on the bed.

“Buying those panties was one of your best ideas sweetheart,” Bucky says as he kisses your shoulder.

Catching your breath you smile at him. “Those boxer briefs were perfect. We need to do this again sometime.” Bucky nods his head as he gets out of bed to grab a washcloth for you to clean with. Once you've cleaned up you crawl under the covers with Bucky right behind you. He spoons you from behind and kisses your neck.

“Good night sweetheart,” he breathes against your neck.

“Goodnight Buck,” you whisper before you fall asleep.

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daddynattt · 1 year

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omg im so happy i found your blog, you’ve quickly become one of my new favourite writers !! 😭😭

the pussyjob and dirty talk in your latest nat fic was literally so perfect I s(creamed)🫣

Can you please write a fic with Nat that includes tribbing/scissoring? (only if you’re comfortable with it ofc) I think i’ve only seen like two tribbing fics with Nat in the entirety of tumblr so i’d love to see how you do with it! <33

you and me both! lol. thank you so much<3 i hope you enjoy this

You’re Mine

Summary: When Natasha sees you and Wanda dancing at one of Tony’s famous parties, she does what she can to steal you away and show you who you really belong to.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader , Brief Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Possesive Nat, Jealous Nat, Smut, Scissoring, Fluff, Tony being Tony.

Word Count: 2.4k

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You looked in the mirror for the final time as you put on your jewelry and walked out of your room at the compound. Tony is having another one of his parties and said everyone has to attend that they can’t get out of it. You hated his parties as all anyone did was get black out drunk and sleazy men would always try to hit on you. If you were being honest, you only wanted one person to hit on you and that was a certain red head. Your relationship with Natasha was a weird one. At times she would appear stone cold, only interacting when you went on missions together or had team gatherings. Other times the two of you would flirt and play this game of cat and mouse. Lately, she has been around you more and has made flirtatious jokes along with lingering touches here and there. Your crush on the assassin was one that you can’t get rid of no matter how many times you told yourself she didn’t want you in a romantic way.

You sigh as you enter through the doors and look around you. Tony was at the bar taking shots with Bucky and Sam, already looking like he couldn’t stand on his own two feet for much longer. Steve was chatting with Wanda and Clint in the corner by the bar and Natasha was talking to some guy you’ve not once seen in your entire time of being an Avenger and living in the compound. You roll your eyes as you make your way towards the bar, already desperately needing a drink to get some alcohol in your system. You’re just going to stay at the party for one hour tops and make your way back to your room so you can lay in bed and watch the show that you’re currently watching.

“Y/n! so nice of you to finally join us” you hear Tony slur from beside you, a cup in his hand of God knows what. You stare at him as he stumbles and almost falls. “How are you already this drunk at your own party?” you ask him bewilderingly. He taps you on the back quite harshly, the sudden force catching you off guard as you almost spill your drink on yourself as you stumble forward in your seat. “Watch it Stark, I am not afraid to kick your ass” you glare at him as you put your drink back on the bar countertop. He raises his hands in defense and smirks at you. “Now now no need to get so aggressive, leave that for a certain red head” You roll your eyes and glare at him again but the light tint of pink on your cheeks gives you away.

“How about you shut your mouth because I have no clue what you’re talking about” you take a sip of your drink and turn away from him as you look around you once more. You smile as you see Wanda approaching you, inviting her with a wave of your hand to sit beside you. She smiles at you as she takes the seat next to you. “Is Tony bothering you?” she laughs at your annoyed expression when he quickly denies it. You ignore him as you smile at her. “When isn’t he? he’s so annoying” you say the last part loud enough so he could hear you. Wanda giggles and smiles brightly at you, and you can’t deny that she looks absolutely gorgeous when she does so.

“That’s Tony for you, i’m surprised you even showed up to the party” You smile at her and take another sip of your drink. “Well, he basically forced us and I didn’t want to face his wrath if I didn’t show up tonight, you know how he is. Besides, my company at the moment is very lovely” you slide your hand up her arm flirtatiously and you relish in the way she smiles shyly at you, a light blush accompanying her cheeks. You smile at her and get up, putting your hand out for her to grab.

“Would you like to dance with me?” she smiles and grabs your hand, walking the two of you towards the dance floor. “I would love to, cmon” The two of you dance together, her arms around your neck as yours go around her waist, her body so close to you that you feel her breath on your face. You have a feeling that someone is watching you so you look to the side and notice Natasha looking

in your direction, a hard glare fixated towards the back of Wanda’s head. You smirk as you pull Wanda closer, if that is even possible, as you whisper something in her ear. You see Natasha walking towards you guys from the corner of your eye, her eyes not once leaving yours.

“Hi ladies, so Y/n, I thought you said you were going to come find me so we could dance” you smile at her as you look into her eyes. “Hmm did I? I don’t recall, I was actually enjoying my dance with Wanda” her gaze is hard as she looks at you, her jaw clenched as she grabs onto your arm. “Well I guess it’s my turn now, sorry Wanda but i’m going to steal Y/n for a moment” before Wanda has a chance to speak, you’re being dragged away and out of the party. “What the hell Nat? what are you doing?” the wind gets knocked out of you as you’re slammed into the wall somewhere away from the party.

“Shut up. Did you enjoy your dance with the little witch? Tell me, or did you wish it was me instead?” she has that stupid smirk on her face that always makes you feel some type of way, her face is so close to yours you could almost taste the lipgloss on her lips.

Before you can say anything, her lips are on yours in a bruising kiss that makes your stomach swoop, the butterflies in your stomach going haywire as your brain finally catches up and you kiss her back with the same intensity. When you feel the need to catch air in your lungs so you don’t pass out, she pulls back first and cups your jaw in her hand as she stares into your eyes. “You’re mine Y/n, and i’m going to show you who you belong to” you two make your way to your shared room and stumble through the door, her lips on yours the second you close it shut. Your head feels fuzzy as all you feel and taste is her. You have been waiting for this moment for so long and you are going to enjoy every second of it.

You feel her hot breath on your neck as she kisses you there, leaving love bites wherever her mouth reaches, her hands on your butt as she squeezes you there. You run your hands through her hair and moan in her ear. “Nat please, I need you” you pant out as you feel her tongue licking your earlobe, biting it right after. You feel her sucking on your neck again, no doubt leaving many marks that will for sure be hard to cover up. You think she is trying to claim her mark, and the thought of it leaves you even more wet then you already are. She rids you from your dress leaving you in only your panties, pushing you towards the bed and laying you on your back.

She kisses you hard and shoves her tongue in your mouth, the feeling of her tongue against yours making the ache in your core start to feel uncomfortable . You need her now as the overwhelming feeling of her has become too much for you to handle. She kisses down your chest, taking your nipple in her mouth as she sucks on it. You can feel your slick running down your thigh as you are unbelievably wet for her. “Fuck nat, just like that, feels so good” she bites your nipple and kisses down your body, she lays down as she gets in between your legs. She slides off your panties and spreads your legs wide as she admires her view, breathing in your scent as her mouth waters.

“God you are so wet for me baby, you’re absolutely dripping. I can’t wait to taste your sweet pussy” she licks your juices from your inner thighs, your breathing picking up at the overwhelming feeling of her mouth on you. You run your hand through her hair and tug her closer to where you need her most.

“Please Natty, stop teasing me, need your mouth so bad” you mewl out breathlessly as you look down at her. She gives you a long lick from the bottom to the top of your clit, gathering your taste on her tongue. She starts to lick your folds, looking up at you as she sucks your clit into her mouth. “You taste so fucking good baby, the best pussy i’ve ever had” you moan loudly as her tongue hits you in all the right places, feeling her stick her finger inside you as she sucks on your clit again. “Shit you’re so tight, you feel so warm around me” she fucks you with one finger then slowly adds another one, moving them in and out of you expertly. You are dripping wet that once you adjust, you swallow her fingers as she fucks you deep. “F-fuck don’t stop, that feels so fucking good” she moans against your clit as your nails scratch at her scalp as she fucks you faster, the vibration making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Her mouth and fingers feel so good that you can’t think of anything else. You’re close and she knows it as you clench around her fingers.

She moves up your body and sucks on your earlobe as she fucks you deep and hard, as she whispers in your ear, her voice hot and raspy. “You gonna cum for me baby? Cum all over my fingers, that’s it baby, such a good girl for me” after a few more thrusts you cum hard on her fingers as a strong orgasm washes over you, your breathing is heavy as she rides out your high. You lay there panting as you try to catch your breath.

She slides her fingers out and you whimper from the loss of feeling, she brings her fingers to your mouth and looks into your eyes. “Open” you instantly obey and suck on her fingers, moaning at your taste. She bites her lip and gets up from the bed and takes off her clothes, joining you in finally getting naked. You bite your lip as you admire her, you’ve never seen someone more beautiful then her. You don’t know if your mind is just hazy from your orgasm but you think you see a hint of a blush on her cheeks and the thought makes your heart swell in your chest. “God Nat, you’re so beautiful” she smiles at you and joins you back on the bed as she kisses you.

You feel her slick against your thigh and the fact that she is so wet from only pleasing you makes you feel immense pride. She pulls back from the kiss as she bites your bottom lip. “Fuck I wanna feel you, i’m gonna grind on you baby. Wanna feel your pussy against mine” she spreads your legs as she hovers over you, grinding herself on you, the feeling of her wet folds against yours igniting a feeling inside you that you’ve never felt before. “Fuck your pussy feels so good, it’s like it was made for me” she grinds on you faster, her clit hitting yours perfectly as she glides back and forth. You’ve never scissored with anyone before, the feeling of her pussy against yours makes you feel so unbelievably dirty, you’ve never felt something as good as this.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as she grinds faster, your legs slightly shaking as her pussy feels so good against yours. “God i’m gonna fucking cum, gonna cum on your pussy. Fuck you feel amazing, oh fuck i’m coming!” she sloppily grinds on you as both your orgasms wash over you, your body twitching as she rides out both of your highs, you are so sensitive that you can’t handle anymore. She breathes heavily as she looks down at you, your hair sticking to your forehead and your chest heaving, you’ve never looked more beautiful. She looks at you through hooded eyes and starts grinding on you again. You try to push her off as you’re unbelievably sensitive. “I can’t anymore Nat, ‘m too sensitive” she keeps grinding as she’s not far off from another orgasm. “Just one more princess, your pussy feels so fucking good against mine, fuck” both your clits were so swollen that the feeling of them hitting each other once more had you both so close to your release. “Yes yes yes, don’t stop Nat, i’m gonna cum” you were both so wet that squishing sounds could be heard in the air of the room as both your cunts rubbed together. “Oh fuck, Nat!” you scream her name as an even more powerful orgasm washes over you then the last one, your body shaking and twitching as she slumps against you, the both of you trying to catch your breath.

“That was amazing” she kisses you sloppily as she continues to lay on top of you, relishing in the warmth your body provides. You lazily run your hand up and down her back as you smile. “So not that i’m complaining, because i’m definitely not, but what brought this on?” her raspy laugh makes you shiver and she looks up at you from your chest. “I got jealous seeing you and Wanda all over each other. I know i’m not an easy person to understand but I have feelings for you and want to be with you. I didn’t want to lose my chance before it was too late” you can see the insecurity in her eyes as she gazes up at you, you know she isn’t always in touch with her feelings so for her to be vulnerable with you in this moment, means more to you then she will ever know. You smile softly at her and stroke her cheek. “I’m yours Natty, I always have been. I want to be with you and only you”

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