#‘can’t take my eyes off of youuuuu !!!!’

[ellastone-olsen]

hihihihi idk if youre accepting requests or not but if you are:

can you please do stripper!wanda x innocent!reader where reader's friend drags her to a nearby strip club to blow off steam. and reader is really innocent and is just sitting in the chair, slightly confused while watching the dancers do their thing on the pole. and reader is unknowingly eyeing one certain stripper (wanda) and wanda notices and comes over to reader. and reader's friend is teasing reader and telling wanda to give reader a lap dance when she comes over. and then wanda brings reader to like one of the private rooms in the back and like reader is realy inexperienced and awkward and tense. and then wandas there to like talk reader through it and reader's like REALLLY shy. okay woah thats a lot thank youuuuu take your time 💝

The art of eye contact - Wanda Maximoff

★Pairing: stripper!Wanda Maximoff x innocent!f!reader

Summary: your friend drags you to a strip club, what could happen there to such an innocent little thing like you?

★Warnings: little NSFW 18+, lap dance, grinding, pet names, a little fluff (sorry I can’t without fluff)

★Word count: 1.5k

★AN: hi anon! In general, my requests are closed, but I found this very interesting, so here we are. there was nothing about 18+ in the request and I decided to remove this part (well, almost). hope you’ll like it

The loud music and shining lights of the club were blinding as you sat shyly in your seat and looked somewhere at the floor. There was a can of soda on the table nearby. The people around are mostly men, but your eye notices some women who also came to watch the show. And only one question: what the hell are you doing here?

“Come on Y/N let’s go, I’ve been there more than once, maybe you’ll like it.” This is exactly what you heard from your friend half an hour ago, when you were sitting in her apartment and just playing online games. You came to her in a terrible mood because of a failed college exam and sought solace in this meeting. In the last couple of weeks, your nerves were on edge and all you need now was to let off steam after a series of failures. “Fucking shit, can’t you see they’re shooting at you!?” You told her angrily as she turned away from the laptop screen without following the game. You definitely needed another way to relax.

Despite your 21, you had never been to this kind of establishment and of all your friends, you were the most innocent person, not knowing what relationships and sex are. "Come on, let's go, don't be so boring." She insisted, "If you don't like it, then I give you permission to hit me." You took off your headphones and sighed. If you think so, then you were curious to visit the strip club. "okay." After that, within 10 minutes you were riding in a taxi to an address unknown to you.

Returning to the present time, you tried not to stare too much at all these people dancing at the poles, the clothes on them were becoming less and less every minute and your cheeks were flushed red. Your friend hit you with her elbow, signaling for you to look (she paid for the entrance and doesn’t want her money to disappear into the floor in which you are ready to make a hole with your gaze). You look up again and look at each dancer in turn until you reach her. To your right is dancing a woman with long red hair, which is pulled back into a messy bun with a shiny clip. Her top was already off, revealing a red fabric bra that did not hide the softness of her breasts. She was still wearing a long skirt that cut out to her hips, so you could see her legs, which seemed to be moving closer to you. Stop why is she coming to you.

While you watched as if under hypnosis, the stranger was already in front of you and grabbed the soda from your hand and put it on the table to put her hands on either side of you on the armrests. Her back arched and she made a small wave, so that her breasts were a few centimeters from your face, it seemed like you were ready to explode from what was happening. Her head tilted, her lips reached your ear so she could shout to you over the noise of the music, “I’m Wanda, nice to meet you.” In your opinion, people usually don’t get to know each other by sticking their almost bare breasts under the noses of strangers, but remember where you were and toss all the questions. In any case, all you did was nod and again direct your gaze somewhere to the side. It seemed that you had turned into a bundle of nerves and embarrassment.

Wanda took this as a sign that she needed to look for another client for the night, but your friend, who had been watching all this time from the side, took the redhead somewhere to the side and seemed to give her a bill and instructions on what to do.

"Where have you been?" You asked the girl as she approached with a sly grin, noticing how red you were. Why the hell did she bring you here and leave you to your fate? “I have another little gift for you that you’ve been eyeing so eagerly.” Was she teasing you? Defined. “What are you talking about, what kind of gift am I thinking enough for today.” Then your friend stepped aside and showed Wanda standing behind her. The girl leaned over so only you could hear, “I paid, so have fun.” You didn’t immediately understand what exactly she paid for, but Wanda’s sweet smile brought the idea to your brain and your eyes widened.

The redhead gently took your hand in hers and you obeyed (only out of curiosity) and followed her into the private rooms. When the red matte door closed and it became much quieter, you sat on the sofa with your hands on your knees and asked a question. “What exactly she told to do?” One of your knees is bouncing from the fact that you are shaking your leg trying not to be nervous. Your friend has already explained to the redhead what an innocent little thing you are, so the woman decided to first ask permission for some actions.

"She ordered a lap dance, but you're such a sweet girl that I was willing to do it for free just for you." She came up to you again and leaned in, so close that her breath was on your neck and you could smell the scent of her cherry perfume. “Can I sit on your lap honey?” Her soft sexy whisper drove you crazy and you squeaked in agreement. Immediately you felt the weight of her body on you, how her long legs in stockings wrapped around you and your core began to pulsate just from this. "What should I do? I…I never…” Wanda’s hips rocked and her core pressed against your stomach. “Oh I know baby, I can see it right away.” She giggled. “I’m sitting right on top of you, can you tell me your name?” Your head fell back and your hair fell into face, you really didn’t want to seem like what you were, namely the inexperienced mess right under her. “My name is Y/N.” Your hands grabbed the upholstery of the sofa, you didn’t know how to touch her, or whether it was possible at all.

Wanda's hands dropped to yours and placed them on her hips. “That’s it Y/N, you can touch me if you want.” Your head turned towards her and you finally looked into her big green eyes. It was so beautiful that no part of her body interested you as much as this. “Your eyes are so…lovely.” The woman seemed confused at these words. Her clients told her a lot, in particular something about her breasts or ass, but never before had anyone given her a compliment with such trepidation. “Oh, what a cute little thing you are Y/N.” She stood up on your knees, her hands reached for the clasp of her skirt, which she was still wearing, but you stopped her. “No, don't. I mean, you're so beautiful, you don't need to take your clothes off to prove it."

This was the third time you had confused her that night. Of course, your inexperience spoke to you, but you also didn’t want to do something so blatant with her, at least not right now. Although perhaps there was one thing that you wanted to get. “I...can you kiss me? That is, if you don’t want to or it’s forbidden, I don’t insist, but...” Her soft, full lips fell on yours without allowing you to finish, it seems that at these words the woman’s heart sank painfully. Her dark lipstick mixed with your cherry gloss and with every movement of your lips, your hands gripped her soft thighs tighter. “Wanda...” You wanted to ask, but she wasn’t done with you. When there was not enough air, she pulled away and turned her head away. “Sorry, it was not according to regulations.” You didn't understand why she was apologizing.

“No, no, everything is fine, at least... it sounds so stupid but... maybe you would like to get to know each other better and go on a date, for example?” You realized how naive it sounded, asking the girl from the strip club you had just met on a date. Surely everyone who was with her in this room made her such an offer.

Instead of words, the woman got up from you and you thought that the time that your friend had paid for was over, but after a few seconds she handed you a piece of paper with numbers. “Here, this is my number, text me in the morning if you don’t change your mind.” You took the small piece of paper from her hands and carefully placed it under your phone case.

For a minute you were in an awkward ringing silence. “Can I kiss you again?” You asked shyly. Even then, Wanda couldn’t refuse you.

When you left the private room and said goodbye, your friend immediately met you with questions about how everything went. You told her, not knowing that in this evening Wanda did not bring anyone else into the room where you were together.

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[amhrosina]

Hiii

I LOVE your work, and I was wonderful if you could write something with hurt/comfort with Matt Murdock?

Like you were coming home late and someone was following you home, and Matt hears you heart beat and comes to find you juste before the creepy person makes a move on you? And the reader is like “I’m fine, I’m okay” even tho she crying very hard and can’t breathe and Matt is like “no you’re not, but it’s okay I’ll take care of you” and then he takes care of reader and it’s fluff and comfort?

Thank youuuuu

Savior (Matt Murdock x Reader)

A/N: Hiiii! Thank you for reading! It's a short ficlet, but I ended up really liking how it turned out! Also, Charlie Cox is so, so PRETTY. A special thank you to my beta reader @wheredidiputmyfish for being so great! <3 (Word Count: 1.0k)

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You didn’t fully comprehend the predicament you were in until it changed from sketchy to dangerous. Hell’s Kitchen was especially quiet that night, though the argument could be made that it never fully went to sleep. Bodegas, laundromats, and diners stayed open late into the night, and it was the light spilling from their fogged windows that lit your route home.  

You knew Matt wouldn’t be happy with your decision to walk home alone. He’d warned you time and time again to wait for him, or get a taxi if he wasn’t around, but taxis were expensive, and he hadn’t answered your call earlier. Now, you cursed yourself for not waiting. 

The man behind you had been following you for thirteen blocks – you'd counted in nervous breaths – and he was gaining on you. You walked at an increasingly rapid pace, heart thundering as you blindly dug through your bag for the pepper spray Foggy had gifted you when you’d moved to the city. It was big and a stark blue, with the words “I Heart NY” stamped around it, but your hands were shaking so badly that even if you could find it in the black hole that was your tote bag, you weren’t sure you’d be able to use it.

You turned the corner, nervously glancing at the stranger out of the corner of your eye, and almost yelped at the proximity he had gained. He was within ten feet of you, and you didn’t give yourself a chance to hesitate before you took off running. 

“Hey!” He called. 

You ignored him, pushing your legs to move faster. You could see the entrance to your building, a tiny speck in the distance, and you prayed Matt was close enough to hear your racing heart. The man’s feet pounded on the concrete behind you, and you let out a wild shriek that you hoped would alert someone nearby. If it was heard by anyone, they didn’t make it known. You were alone, and the man was so close to you now that you knew you’d be grabbed by him before you could make it to the safety of your building.  

Arms wrapped around your middle, hauling you into an alley. You began shrieking at the top of your lungs, if only to make it harder for your attacker to get away with whatever he planned to do. 

“Leave me alone! Stop!” You fought with all your might, swinging and kicking wildly in front of you in a last-ditch effort to get away. “Get off me, you fucking creep!”  

Hands cradled your face. 

“It’s me. It’s me, sweetheart.” Matt’s smooth voice coaxed your eyes open. You hadn’t even realized they were closed. “You’re safe, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” 

You blinked up at him in relief. Your heart thundered in your chest, making it hard to breathe. He wasn’t in his Daredevil suit, but the way he clenched his jaw told you that the Devil was itching to come out and play.  

“There was a man,” you started, voice scratchy from the screams you’d let out, “He was following me. I-I know I should’ve waited for you to come get me, but I didn’t want to bother you and then this guy showed up and I was trying to find the pepper spray but-” You were rambling now, gulping in air and waving your arms around as you explained.  

“Are you okay?” Matt asked, softly caressing the curve of your cheekbone.  

“Yeah.” You nodded. The lie tasted ashy on your tongue.  

“You’re crying, sweetheart.”  

“I-I’m fine.” You stuttered, attempting to blink the tears away. “I’m fine.” You tried again, but your voice wobbled as the words left your lips. You couldn’t tell if you were trying to convince him or yourself at that point. Matt nodded along with you, kissing your temple.  

“Let’s get you home, okay? You’re safe now. No one will ever hurt you again, okay? I’ve got you.” He led you to the apartment you shared with him, only letting go when you sunk into the cushions of the couch. “I’m going to make you some tea, okay?” 

“Okay.” Your voice was wispy, barely audible to anyone besides Matt, who had tuned himself to you so thoroughly that you sometimes felt like he could read your thoughts. Like right then, as the thought entered your brain, and he responded before you could even finish the thought. Some Chamomile tea would be grea- 

“Is Chamomile alright?” He called, clinking the mug against the counter. 

“Yeah, Matty. Thank you.” You breathed through your anxiety and wondered what happened to the man who’d been following you. 

- 

Later that evening, after he’d drawn you a bath and tucked you into bed, the Devil finally got what he wanted. Matt hadn’t mentioned it to you, but he’d been diligently tracking the stranger’s heartbeat since he’d intervened earlier that evening, and as soon as your heartbeat evened out, suggesting your deep slumber, Matt was jumping across rooftops towards the irregular heartbeat he’d been listening to all evening.  

He wasn’t sure what he was going to do once he got his hands on the guy who had followed you earlier. The blood curdling scream you’d let out was indication enough of your fear, and it echoed in Matt’s ears as he got closer to his target. 

He wouldn’t kill the man. That wasn’t a line Matt was willing to cross, but the thought certainly crossed his mind. If he’d put his hands on you, touched you with his filthy awfulness, Matt might’ve been angry enough to do it, though, and that terrified him. He’d never been so close to murder before, besides maybe with Fisk, but no one fucked with you and got away with it. He wouldn’t kill the guy, but he’d hurt him. Badly.  

Matt took a deep breath and let the Devil creep out. May God have mercy on the stranger’s soul, because the Devil surely wouldn’t.

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[dumplingsjinson]

I LOVED your new years one thank youuuuu may I request some royalty prompts/dialogue? Like maybe a royal x a royal OR royal x servant if possible please~

(happy new years btw hope you have a decent 2023). 🥂

(A late ass happy new year and I hope 2023 has been decent to you so far!)

List of “royal x royal” prompts 

“This castle’s ground is all that I ever knew, until I met you — you, who brought me a whole new perspective of the world beyond these walls. And God, is it fucking beautiful when I’m experiencing it beside you.” 

“My father hates you.” “Trust me, I know. My father hates me too, but I’m the only child who can inherit the throne so… You know. It’s rough out here.” 

“You’re indebted to me for life, love.” “…Fuck you.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this. We might run the risk of getting caught,” Character A murmurs as Character B’s hand settles on the small of their back. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop,” Character B says, staring into Character A’s eyes. Character A doesn’t say anything in response, and Character B smiles, hand straying further down. “Thought so.” 

“I promise you I’ll do whatever it takes to take you down.” “And so will I.” 

“I don’t want to take the throne. I don’t want any of this. I never asked for this.” “…Neither do I. Let’s… Let’s run away together? To somewhere else, where no one can find us. Where we don’t have to hide; where we don’t have to be under the control of our own parents.” 

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” “I came to see you, what do you think?”

“How did you get into my room?!” “Might have sneaked past the guards and bribed some of the weaker ones who saw me and injured the ones who tried to fight me?” 

Throwing cursory glances at each other whenever their families are in the same room as each other.

“We’re destined to be enemies, not lovers. At least not in this life. We’re not meant to be.” “I don’t care. Fuck destiny, we’ll make our own destiny if it means I get to be with you.” 

List of “royal x servant” prompts 

“You’ve been there for me since we were kids. You’re my best friend. You’ve been through the good and the bad with me. You’ve never left my side, and maybe you didn’t have a choice in the matter, but you never gave me any indicators that you wanted to abandon me. You’re everything I could ever want. I’m not letting them you send you away like this.” 

“The thing is, you can give me anything in the world but yourself. You’ve given the world yourself, but you can’t give the same to me. And I don’t want anything but you.”

“Let’s elope.” “I can’t make you throw away everything just to—” “I don’t want any of those things anyways. I never asked for them. I want you, and only you.” 

“Can you come into my room for a second?” “But—” “Do as I say before I make you.” 

“What’s all of this?” “I bought all of this for you.” “You know you can’t just worm your way into someone’s heart with money, right?” 

“Me or the throne?” “God, don’t fucking do this—” “Did I stutter? Me? Or the Throne?”

“Sir/Madam—” “I told you to use my name.”

“Did you ever think that maybe this isn’t going to work out? If you truly loved me, then you’d let me go and find someone I can actually be with.” “…But do you really want me to let you go?” 

“You need to get off your high horse; you’re not better than anyone else just because you have your whole life planned out for you. Destined to sit and die on that throne, or have someone murder you in cold blood to take your place, and then being remembered as the one who died to some backstabbing asshole; a little sad, don’t you think?” “…No one else other than you speaks to me like this. It’s hot. Keep talking.” 

“Status? That doesn’t mean shit if you’re not by my side.” Character A sighs, running their fingers through their hair, their head drooping. “Just— I’m sorry, I know it’s selfish for me to say, but please don’t leave. I’ve only ever had you. You’re the only one who can look me in the eyes and tell me how it is; the only one who understands what I really want. The only one who understands the real me.” 

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[dudeitiskarev]

hi hi hi hi cat!! i Just saw your post asking for requests so here i am haunting your inbox 🤭❤️

i can’t stop thinking about a scene with hotch and bau!reader sharing a room on a case and reader makes him do a face mask with her bc he’s old she can tell he’s stressed and stress is hard on your skin </3

My sweet little Lin hiiiiiiii! Thank you for stopping by I luv youuuuu

Thought it’d work best if reader and Hotch were in an established relationship so yeah <333 this is their night routine during a case. Some alcohol consumption but besides that just domestic fluff

…

Even in the middle of a case you and Aaron managed to make sweet plans for the night. Most times it ended up being you two, a pile of files and a shared glass of red wine.

This time was no different. Though this particular case has been taking too much space in Aaron's mind.

You could tell it’d been tough on him by the way he threw his head back and shut his eyes every now and then.

"Okay, let's take a break." You took the folder off his hand. "Drink this,” you handed him the glass with the last sip of wine. “Then we'll take a shower and go to bed. We have a long day tomorrow."

"If the unsub doesn't strike again tonight." Aaron throws his head back and closes his eyes while frowning for the hundredth time.

"Does your head hurt?" you ask, placing a soft peck on his cheek.

"My eyes burn. I just need to sleep." He returned the kiss. “Shower first sounds nice.”

You go to warm up the shower and by the time you’re both in your pajamas, in front of the mirror brushing your teeth, you get one last idea to make his night a little nicer.

“Bought these when I went to the drugstore.” You take out some face masks. “The other one was for Emily but I think you should use it instead.”

He raised his brows in confusion.

“Oh don’t pretend you don’t like them,” you teased him.

“We usually do those that paint our faces,” he said while mirroring you and ripping the package open.

“Yeah but they take too much space in my bag. So these’ll do.”

You let him put it on his own and supervise him through the mirror. He struggled a bit to fit the eyes and nose where they should be but managed to do it anyway.

“Like… that?” He asked, smoothing down the soft sheet over his skin like an expert.

“You’re a natural.” You smiled. “Yours is supposed to… reduce swelling and relax your skin.”

“Is mine not the same as yours?” He arched his brows.

“No, mine is anti-aging.”

“There’s no way to avoid that, honey. Same thing with the swelling you say I have.”

“But it helps us. And they feel nice on your skin.” You finished adjusting yours.

“They do feel nice.” He stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing the crook of your neck. “Can we sleep with these on?”

“Uh…” you reached for the packaging and read closely. “It doesn’t say we shouldn’t so…”

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[softspiderling]

five kisses | j.h.s.

requested by @novagreen04: hi! thank you for answering last time :D got a request that might be more specific this time. if you haven't written this for our man hangman yet, i'd appreciate if you'd write headcanons abt what's it like kissing him (on diffrent occasions, like when he comes home from deployment kisses, goodnight/ goodmorning kisses, etc) thank youuuuu💓💓💓💓💓

summary: five kisses with Jake

pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader

warnings: none

word count: 2,3k

author's note: the fact that this started as a mini-fic, too... enjoy!

first kiss

“I really had fun today,” you told Jake as you stood in front of your door. Even though he had dropped you off right in front of your building, Jake had insisted on walking you to your door, to make sure you got home safe. 

“Me too,” Jake drawled, leaning against the wall with his shoulder. “I am glad we finally got around to go out.”

“That’s on you. You’re always gone for work, and I know it’s different times now, but I prefer to have my first date in real life instead of virtually,” you pointed out and Jake gasped in mock, touching his chest.

“I clearly remember asking you out multiple times after you moved in and every time you turned me down.”

“Well, I didn’t think you were serious.”

Jake smiled at you, his eyes gleaming. “I could tell. But I am glad you gave me a chance.”

“Me too.”

“Good night,” Jake said softly, leaning in, pressing a soft kiss on your… Cheek?

Stunned, you stuttered out a good night, before unlocking your door, letting it fall shut behind you. You generally didn’t kiss on the first date, but this date with Jake went exceptionally well. It’d be stupid to say that you were disappointed that he hadn’t kissed you, but you were. Sighing, you kicked your shoes off and hung your purse on the coat rack, when someone knocked on your front door incessantly. 

You opened the door warily, your eyes widening in surprise.

“Jake? Did you forget something?”

“Yes, I forgot to do this.”

Jake grabbed you by the neck gently, pulling you in for a kiss and even though you initially squawked in surprise, you soon melted into his arms, kissing him back.

2. good night kiss

The shower was running when you got to Jake’s, hanging his spare key in its place before moving to the living room. You were extremely cranky, your day was long and you didn’t even had time to go home to grab a change of clothes before heading to Jake. You’d have to wake up earlier tomorrow to go home to change.

Dragging yourself to the living room, you pulled out the stack of papers from your bag, putting them on the coffee table. The water in the bathroom was turned off, and you heard the door opening.

“Babe, is that you?”

“No, I am a robber who used your spare key and now makes themselves feel at home while you’re showering.

Jake raised an eyebrow at you when he walked in the living, a towel slung around his waist. Immediately, you regretted your words.

“I’m sorry. I’m just so tired. Today was a crap day and I didn’t even have enough time to grab a change of clothes,” you sighed, rubbing your forehead and Jake stepped closer, pressing a kiss on your cheek. 

“Come on, let’s go to bed hm?”

“I can’t, I still have a bunch of papers to grade.”

Jake took your hand and you half-heartedly tried to stay put, not really wanting to grade them. 

“Come on, your kids will understand. You barely look awake enough to get through one paper, let alone a stack of ‘em.”

You followed Jake to the bedroom, sitting down on the bed while he dried himself off, before handing you an old t-shirt of his to sleep in. While he got changed, you didn’t even have the energy to watch, you were that tired. Instead, you slipped into his shirt, folded your clothes neatly and put them on the dresser, crawling into the bed. Jake immediately followed suit, wrapping his arms around you from behind. 

“What if we found a place a little bit closer to school, hm? You wouldn’t have to go home before work every morning and it’d just take a bit of stress off of your shoulders,” he suggested quietly. 

Raising a brow, you turned around in his arms, looking at him. “We? As in, you want us to find a place together?”

“That’s the plan, yeah.”

“I didn’t realize we’re at that stage already.”

Jake chuckled, brushing the stray hair out of your face. “I’ve pretty much been at this stage ever since I met you. I’m in this for the long run, sweets. Aren’t you?”

Smiling, you tucked your face in the crook of his neck. 

“Okay,” you mumbled into his skin and Jake’s body rumbled as he laughed. 

“Get your face out of there, I didn’t understand a word. 

Pulling back, you looked up at him, somewhat shyly. “I said okay. Let’s do it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said, leaning in to kiss him softly. Humming into the kiss, Jake tangled his hand into your hair, before breaking the kiss. 

“Sleep tight, sweets.”

3. reunion kiss

Nervously, you played with your necklace, constantly checking the time. Jake had texted you that he was on his way from the airport. You would’ve picked him up, but the airport was 3 hours away, and that was just one way, so Jake assured you he’d grab a cab instead of making you drive all the way out there. 

It was a little after six and Jake left the airport around three, so he must be home any second. This was Jake’s first time coming home from deployment since you moved in together and it was important to you that the apartment was clean, cozy and that dinner was in the oven. When you heard the keys jangle at the front door, you jumped up, opening the door. 

Jake raised his eyebrows, before his face melted into a relief smile. 

“Hi sweets.”

“Jake,” you breathed out, throwing your arms around his neck. He stumbled a bit, but he dropped his duffel bag to the floor to embrace you, sighing softly. Even though he had assured you that this detachment wasn’t anything dangerous, you had been worried sick and counted down the days until he had returned home. 

“I missed you,” he said quietly into your hair and you bit back a sob, which immediately alarmed him. “Hey, hey, don’t cry.”

Holding you at an arm's length, he gently wiped the tears off your cheek with his thumb and you only laughed wetly. “Sorry, I don’t even know why I’m crying.”

Jake only smiled fondly at you, before leaning down to give a soft kiss. It wasn’t one of your best kisses, that was fair, given the tears and all. But that was okay, all that mattered was that Jake was finally back in your arms.

“Welcome home.”

4. good morning kiss

On the morning of your birthday, you stirred awake earlier than usual. Blindly, you reached for Jake, only to find a cold, empty bed. That was weird. As you sat up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. It wasn’t even eight yet. 

Maybe he was out for a run. 

Padding to the kitchen barefooted, you grabbed yourself a glass of water, glancing out of the window. It was a nice day out and even though the sun hasn’t risen quite yet, the sky was clear. When you saw Jake’s car pull in the parking lot, you furrowed your brows in confusion. Well, clearly he wasn’t out on a run. You watched him for a second, your eyes nearly bugging out of your head when he grabbed a huge bouquet of flowers from the back seat.

Obviously, you were in the middle of ruining his surprise, so you put your glass into the dishwasher and booked it back to the bedroom, crawling under the covers. A few minutes later, you could hear the front door open and shut. Then, tinkering in the kitchen. Soon, a smell of bacon and pancakes filled the apartment and you pressed your lips together gleefully, your entire chest warming. 

You weren’t sure how long you were waiting until footsteps came towards the bedroom, the door creaking open. Your eyes were shut, waiting for something, anything, and then:

“How long have you been awake?”

Peeking an eye open, you saw Jake standing in the doorway, the flower bouquet in a vase on a tray of breakfast food. Your cheeks flushed.

“How’d you know I was awake?”

Jake gave you a look and carefully set down the tray on the bed next to you. Cupping your cheek, he smiled fondly at you. 

“It’s cuz you always snore a little when you’re asleep. Happy birthday, baby.”

Leaning in, he kissed you softly and you melted against him, kissing him back. He had a hint o f coffee on his lips and he tasted like home.

5. make up kiss

Scrubbing at the table furiously, you glared at it like it had personally offended you. You didn’t even stop until the surface basically reflected your face back at you, it was that clean. Heading back to the kitchen, you tossed the rag in the sink before getting started with putting the dry dishes away. When you heard keys turn in the door, you tensed, however choosing not to greet Jake, keeping your attention on the dishes.

“Hi baby, what’re doing up so late?” Jake asked, toeing his shoes off before joining you in the kitchen. It was obvious that he had completely forgotten about it, which made it even worse. You had sat across from your friends like an idiot for half an hour, texting and calling him countless times. And here he was, acting like nothing had happened, obviously just coming from the bar. 

“Cleaning,” you replied curtly. Jake raised an eyebrow, eyeing you carefully, leaning against the counter.

“I can see that… Do you want to do anything for dinner or have already eaten?” he then wanted to know, leaning over to kiss you, but you turned your head so his lips met your cheek instead.

“... Are you mad at me?”

“No, why would I be mad at you? It’s not like you forgot something.”

Jake glanced between you and the cupboard, in which you placed the coffee mugs just a tad too aggressively, before his eyes fell to the calendar. 

dinner with ash + rob!

“Oh fuck, that was today?”

You ignored him, and Jake groaned, running his hands through his hair. He started explaining himself, how work was insane and how all the squadron wanted to do was to get a drink after work and how he hadn’t planned on staying for long.

"You could have just called me."

At that, you whirled around angrily, fumes basically coming out of your ears. 

“Are you kidding me, Jake?” you snapped and Jake took a few steps back, his eyes wide. “I texted you 50 times, I called you over and over again and you didn’t pick up! You knew how important this dinner was to me, and you couldn’t even think to check the calendar in the morning before work, OR check your phone when you decided to stay out drinking after work?”

Storming into the bedroom, you opened up the closet, with Jake hot on your heels.

“I know. Baby, I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, and what good is that to me now, Jake?” You asked, before dumping a blanket in his arms, that you’d just pulled out of the closet. 

“Good night.”

You shut the door in his face, before letting out a long sigh, leaning against it. Hearing Jake exhaling deeply from the other side, his steps then retreated into the living room. God, you were so mad at him. 

A few hours later, it was nearing three am and you still couldn’t fall asleep. You knew it was partly because Jake was spending the night on the couch and partly because you hated going to bed angry. But there was no way in hell that you’d call him to bed. You startled when there was a gentle knock on the door. 

“Are you still up?” 

Jake’s voice sounded muffled through the door and you contemplated acting asleep. 

“Yes.”

“Can I come in?”

“... Yes.”

The door creaked open slowly and Jake stepped in, looking… Kind of miserable. His hair was ruffled, the blanket was draped over his shoulder, as he closed the door behind him. Jake got on the bed slowly, as if not to startle you, taking your hands in his when you sat up. 

“I’m really sorry for forgetting dinner with your friends. I should’ve remembered, and I definitely should have at least looked at my phone.”

Blinking at him, you glowered a bit, before lying back down, pulling the blanket over your shoulders. Jake didn’t move for a second, before he snuck under the blanket, curling around you. He leaned his forehead against yours and gently kissed you on the lips, before pressing another kiss on your hand. 

+ 1 bonus “last” kiss

Peeking around the corner, you made sure no one lingered in the hallway before you booked it to the backyard, as silently as you could. Your dress was swirling against the carpeted floor and with a push of the door, you were standing in the courtyard, where Jake was waiting for you. He looked so handsome. 

“Hi!” you whispered and he wrapped his arms around you, twirling you around for a bit. His cheeks were red and the smile on his face was so bright, it competed with the sun in the sky. 

“You look absolutely breathtaking, baby,” he whispered and you straightened the buttons of his gray suit jacket. 

“You look very handsome, too babe. But I still think you should’ve worn your dress-whites.”

He gave you a look, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I told you, I wanted to marry you as Jake Seresin, not as Lieutenant Jake “Hangman” Seresin. This is me, baby.”

Rolling your eyes fondly, you leaned up to kiss him, your hands around his neck. Jake kissed you back, stealing all the air from your lungs, before he pulled away, beaming at you. 

“I can’t believe that the next time we kiss, we’ll be husband and wife.”

“Well, you better believe it.”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you guys!” 

Javy was standing in the door, glaring at the soon-to-be married couple, looking absolutely furious. 

“Everyone is looking for you! I can’t believe you’re late to your own wedding!”

With a laugh, you and Jake ran back inside, with Javy ushering you to go faster, to finally start the ceremony that would officially make you Mr. and Mrs. Seresin.

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Donut Dick

Summary: JJ thinks he's funny when he puts a donut on his dick and tells you he's got a snack for you but you turn the tables on him and go from silly to sexy, making him absolutely insane and dying for his release

Warning: Cum play, daddy kink, oral sex, dirty talk, squirting, ball play, kissing, fingering, hand job, food (mentions of eating a donut), begging, taunting, teasing, orgasm denial, boob and nipple play, intense orgasms. I hope I didn’t miss any and if I did, let me know

Author's Note: Hi everyone! So it’s been quite a while since I’ve written and posted anything- I can’t believe it’s been over 6 months! I just wanted to take a minute to say thank you for sticking with me after all this time! Whether you are someone who follows me or just someone who happened to stumble across this post, I appreciate your support and taking the time to read my work very much! I hope you enjoy this weird and sexy story I’ve come up with, it’s basically 5000 words of ridiculously silly filth haha I figured I might as well come back with a bang! GO BIG OR GO HOME, RIGHT??!? 😂❤️

"Hey babe, come here," I hear my boyfriend JJ yell from the kitchen.

Groaning to myself, I put my phone down and yell back, "What is it? I don't wanna get up!" and go back to scrolling on my phone.

About a minute goes by and I hear JJ say again in a weirdly peppy sing song voice, "y/n... I've got something for youuuuu" he drawls out. "Come on babe, I made you a snack" he says again trying to coax me.

I groan again but start to get up because I'm sorta hungry and a snack sounds pretty good right about now. I make my way towards the kitchen and nearly drop my phone when I see the sight that's presented before me. Standing smack dab in the middle of the kitchen is a completely naked JJ, standing there in only his black socks! He's got one leg up on a kitchen chair and his arms proudly on his hips, grinning at me like a lunatic. This man also has a full on erection and has decided to hang a fucking donut from his cock. I'm desperately trying to hold in my giggles but then he starts swiveling his hips in a circle and puts his hands behind his head and gives little thrusts and I just lose my cool completely and can't stop laughing at him.

"Like what you see babe," JJ says in a fake sexy accent, adding to my laughter.

"Oh yeah baby, dance for me you sexy hunk of man," I manage to get out while he try's to spin the donut on his cock like a circus trick.

I'm laughing so hard at this point, I have tears streaming down my face and I can't breathe. He is so silly sometimes, I just don't know what to do with him.

"Come on take a bite of the snack I made you," he coaxed cheekily. "I want you to pull it off my cock with your teeth."

I roll my eyes and flip him off but he just laughs at me and grins that goofy grin again, still playing with his dick and twirling that damn donut.

I decide to have a little bit of fun of my own and slowly walk over to him, stripping my pants, top and bra off on the way, before immediately dropping to my knees in front of him.

"Oh my god, are you actually going for this? Holy shit! I was just kidding y/n but fuck, yes! Will you really eat a donut off my dick?" He asks, genuinely unsure if I'm really gonna do it.

"Anything for you J," I say in a mock of his sing song voice from earlier. I can hear his breathing hitch and I lean forward ever so slightly and stick my tongue out and gently lick the tip of his still hard cock, making him softly groan out.

"Oh shit" I can hear him mutter a few times as I open my mouth a little more and swirl my tongue around his head and start gently sucking. I decide to keep my hands to myself and while I'm sucking his tip I start to play with my breasts and squeeze my nipples. It feels so good I moan out in my own pleasure, causing his cock to twitch in my mouth. I look up at him through my eyelashes and continue what I'm doing, looking right into his eyes. A few more moans from me and he's nearly there and I've barely touched him yet. I stop abruptly and sit on my heels and wipe the corner of my mouth with my thumb, sticking it in my mouth after and licking off and precum that got on my face.

"Hmmm," I say to him sort of as a question. I really am hungry and lean in to take a bite of that donut that's been staring me in the face. I hold it with my hand so it doesn't crumble and lick some of the frosting off before swallowing and taking another nibble. JJ is looking at me with wide eyes and I can tell that this weird show I'm putting on for him is really turning him on. I take one more nibble and let the donut break apart in my hand and sexily lick the frosting off my wrist purposely leaving the remaining frosting on my fingers. "You want some," I ask him innocently and put my fingers up to his mouth, teasing him. He leans down and licks the chocolate off my fingers and swallows hard, still looking down at me while I'm kneeling before him and wondering what I'm gonna do next. I don't waste any time and put the rest of the donut on the tabletop. "Looks like someone's been playing with their food... such a naughty boy. Guess I'll just have to clean you up..." and I hear him suck in another deep breath in anticipation.

I lean forward again and begin to kitten lick his cock, making sure to tease his tip and the underside of his shaft while I lick up all the remaining frosting and donut bits that are left behind. He lets out a content sigh and I smile into him, temporarily releasing him from my mouth. "Do you like that baby?" I coo to him. "Does my tongue against your cock feel good?" I ask. He nods his head quickly while I look up at him, putting his dick back in my mouth, taking him in completely. "Fuck yes y/n, that feels so good," he moans out and gives me an animalistic growl. "Fucckkkk."

I start bobbing my head and swirling my tongue, letting him go further and further down my throat. I love the way he's grunting and moaning. I love being able to make him lose himself in such a short amount of time. He reaches down and brushes some of the hair out of my eyes that has fallen forward and I pull back to get a breath. "You look so gorgeous with my cock in your mouth," he breathily says to me, instantly making me blush. I look away for a minute and notice he's got some frosting on his balls and an idea plants itself in my head. I quickly lean forward again and gently cradle his balls in my hand. "Y/n what are you-," he begins to say but I quickly cut him off.

"I promise I'll be extra gentile J, can I?" I ask him, half thinking he's gonna tell me no and to stop. He doesn't usually like his balls messed with but the few times he has let me play with them, I know he enjoyed it.

"Sure babe, I trust you. Just be extra careful, ok?" He says a tad hesitantly. A huge smile spreads across my face and I gently move my fingers up under them and feel around a little.

"Such cute little donut holes you have J," I say sitting back on my heels. He grins at me and and laughs.

"Oh I know you did not just call my balls donut holes, you weirdo," he says throwing his head back still giggling.

"I am not the weirdo here, sir, you are!" I say, clutching my chest and faking great shock. "You started this whole thing baby and I'm just finishing it," I smile coyly. "You made quite the mess earlier, J. I think I'm just gonna have to lick that silly left over frosting right off of you if we're ever gonna get you cleaned up," I say and bat my eyes as I look up at him. His leg is still propped up on the chair and he nods his head and opens his leg up a little wider so I can get in there better. He gives me another nod and an excited smile and I lean in forward once again, putting myself face to face with his cock and balls.

I grab his cock with one hand push it up towards his stomach. With my other hand I trace the veins on the underside of his shaft with my fingertips and then my tongue. I can hear him take another deep breath in and out and I can feel his body relaxing. I continue to run my tongue along his veiny underside for a minute and then move down to where his cock actually meets his balls. It's fleshy and sorta squishy and as soon as I press my tongue to it I can feel him stiffen up a little. I put my hands on his thighs, rubbing them reassuringly. "I promise I'll be gentle baby, don't worry," I breathily say. He lets out a deep breath and his body relaxes again. Just using the tip of my tongue, I tease that delicate space between his cock and balls, gently licking up and down and back and forth. His breathing quickens a little and I can tell he's starting to enjoying this. I move down a little lower every time I lick and pretty soon I'm right on top of his balls. I decide to place a gentle kiss on them and to kiss all around his pelvis and at the base of his shaft. Anything I can do to ease his mind and let him relax so he can enjoy this. I notice his tip leaking again and brush the precum off with my fingertip. "Looks like you're starting to enjoy this baby," I tell him. He smiles and nods again and just watches me silently, waiting for my next move.

I use his cum like lipgloss, spreading it evenly on my lips and puckering them. "Jesus Christ" I hear him say under his breath. I look directly at him and suck the remaining cum off my finger as seductively as I can. I hear a loud gulp come from him and I smile to myself knowing that all this is working. His dick twitches in my hand again and I immediately lick my lips a little and start softly kissing and licking his inner thighs, head and shaft. He moans out in appreciation and slightly bucks his hips into my face. I quickly make my way back to his balls and feel his breathing quicken a little but he's still very relaxed. With just the tip of my tongue I circle each orb with feather light touches and can feel the weightlessness they each seem to possess. Running my tongue all around them and over the seam in between cause my boyfriend to let out a manly shriek and groan and his sounds make me instantly stop, not knowing if it was a good sound or a bad one.

"Oh my gosh, are you ok baby? I'm so sorry, I was being so careful, I -" Fuck, no. Feels so... good... babe please... keep... going..." he barely gets out, his breathing is so erratic. "Aww baby I love how good I'm making you feel, you sound so sexy coming undone for me. Don't hold back J, you're making me so wet every time I hear you moan. My panties are soaked for you. Your voice alone in driving me crazy but it's still your turn baby," I say as he reaches for me. I gently push his hand back towards his chest and put my hands on my tits and massage them a little and tweak my nipples. "Mmmm," I let out slowly as I rock my body a little. "This feels good but it's better when you touch me, baby," I tease. His eyes go wide and he licks his lips but I ignore it. I squeeze my breasts together and bounce them with my hands a little and just stare at him and then stop and just smile. "Later," I say and wink at him. "Shit" was all my boyfriend could say.

Satisfied that I had teased him long enough, I dove right back in and started to sensually and slowly lick all around his balls and his ballsack. I could tell he was as relaxed as ever because when I gently started sucking on one of them and ever so delicately pulled it into my mouth, he didn't even flinch. I made a humming noise as I swirled my tongue around and gently pushed my mouth all around it, cupping it around my lips. He grunted and squirmed in satisfaction as I released that ball from my mouth and quickly but softly licked up and down his seam. A long, breathy string of shits and fucks left his mouth and I used my hand to tease the tip of his cock again, the feeling of the two together giving him an extremely pleasurable sensation. I quickly repeated the process on his other ball and as I started to make my way back to his seam and started licking again, he gently tugged on my hair so I stopped. "Too much baby?," I half tease.

"Girl I need to sit... down," he part moans, part chuckles. "So fucking good," he said plopping down on the kitchen chair. Regaining his composure, he tells me he is so full and he needs to cum. "I swear if I don't cum right now, I'm gonna fucking explode," he pleads with me. "Please y/n let me fuck you. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel. Wanna hear you moan and scream my name over and over again. Plant my seed deep within your pussy and watch you get all swollen with my babies. Fuck, please babe, I want you. I need you," he pleads again.

"That sounds like a lot of fun baby, but it's gonna have to wait," I say getting comfortable on my knees. "I'm not done with you yet," I simply say and smile. A confused look spreads across his face and just as he's about to protest I bring my hands to my chest and start pulling and pinching my nipples. Rolling them between my fingertips, I let out a filthy cry of pleasure and he instantly goes silent and leans back in his chair to watch the show I'm putting on at his feet. I smile at him again and begin to kneed my breasts as I rock back and forth on my heels. I lean in slightly and grab his cock, licking it from base to tip and then stick it as far as I can down my throat while trying to swirl my tongue around him and not choke. I swallow around him and can hear those familiar grunts I love so much coming out of his mouth. Needing air, I pull him out of my mouth and take a much needed breath. "God I love you," JJ says to me, drunk off my mouth.

"You think you love me now J, just you wait baby," I say with a wink. I gently grab his hand and put it on his cock and place mine over his and start to pump his dick. Using my other hand I start teasing my nipples again, pleasuring ourselves in unison. As he starts to get the picture, I let his hand go and massage both my tits with both my hands. He continues to stroke himself while he watches me tease and grope my breasts and his dopey grin is all I need to see in order to know he's loving this just as much as I am. I start to moan his name and tell him I can't wait to feel him inside me when he quickly says that he's gonna cum. I immediately sit up and stop his hand movements and he groans out in frustration. "Why are you stopping me, do you need me to beg? Fuckkkk. Please let me cum babe, I'm so close. I was right there," he says slightly annoyed.

"I get to make you cum," I say sternly. "I get to make you feel good this time baby," I say a little softer.

"You're a terrible tease," he says sighing.

"I know!," you reply happily and then lean back on your heels again. You look at him with innocent eyes and squeeze and push your tits together and shake them a little.

"SEE!," he exclaims! "TEASE!," he fake yells.

"Look JJ, I just thought you might like to titty fuck your way home today, ok?," you say as nonchalantly as you can muster and shrug your shoulders. He leans down and roughly grabs your face with his hand and pulls you up a little so he can kiss you. His kiss is so needy and so rough. It's sloppy and wet but I love it. I smile into his desperation and let myself moan a little. He's so horny he is literally grinding into the kitchen chair and bucking his hips into my stomach. I pull away and grab my tits again and just stare at him for a minute while he eye fucks me. "So...?" I proposition him again. "You wanna cum all over these titties baby?," I say confidently, shaking my breasts and making them jiggle.

JJ licks his lips and mutters something incoherent while I lean back a little, offering my chest to him. He pumps his cock a bit to get himself started up again and then slaps his dick against each of my breasts a couple times. He takes his tip and circles my hardening nipples, getting them a bit sticky with his ever leaking dribbles of cum. I continue to hold my tits up for him while he plays with me and that dopey smile is back, plastered across his face. This man loves boobs. He'd play with them all day if I let him. I hardly ever let him cum on them though because it's messy and I just prefer him to cum inside of me so he knows that I'm doing all of this for his benefit. After a minute more of him rubbing his cock all over my tits and body he's made me sufficiently horny, way more than I thought I'd be with him just slapping my tits with his damn cock. Somehow it works for me though and I am slowly becoming an insane mess. Seeing him get so turned on was making me turned on and hearing him was even worse. He was overly ready, his tip was so red it looked like it might hurt, and that was fucking with me too. All I wanted to do was put it in my mouth and suck him dry but this wasn't about what I wanted. I was doing this for him.

I leaned forward and sat up a little again and kissed him. He stopped his movements and kissed me back. I pulled away slightly and kissed his cheek, down his jawline, down his neck and stopped right over his Adam's apple causing his head to roll back in pleasure. He loved when I sucked his skin right there and loved it even more when I left love bites for him to see later on. It was a sexy kink of his that I loved too. "I love you JJ," I quietly say into his neck.

"And I fucking love you y/n," he murmurs back immediately running his hands through my hair. I decided to take this opportunity while he was still blissed out from my neck kisses to put his eager cock between my breasts and start rubbing them up and down his shaft. With my hands, I pushed my tits together as tightly as I could while encompassing his rock hard dick. Up and down I went, letting my whole body bounce and trying to give him the most pleasure I possibly could. "Uhhhh... yes babe.... Fuck! I'm not gonna last much longer y/n.

"Let go baby, cum for me then," I sweetly coo. He groans and starts to buck himself up in between my breasts. Faster and faster he went, both of our breathing increasing as we meet each other's movements. His pumps getting rougher and faster yet. He was so close. I can't believe he's lasted this long, his stamina is always so sexy to me. I love the control he has over his body and just thinking about it makes me sweat. I am dripping wet and very thankful I've kept on my panties this entire time. After a few more quick thrusts he finally lets out that manly wail I've been longing to hear and I can feel his hot, thick ropes of cum go all over my upper body and onto my neck and face. We both slow our movements and just breathe together for a few seconds. I let go of my chest and his cock, pushing a little of the cum off my face and lick it off my finger. "Mmmm you taste so good, J," I sexily say and lean forward, kissing him on his wide open mouth. He's gawking at me again so I decide to finish my little show for him the only logical way I can think of. I pull away from the kiss and start massaging his cum into my breasts. "This feels so good, baby," I say, trying to keep eye contact. "I hope it was good for you."

"Best afternoon of my life, y/n," he says earnestly. He pulls me up onto my feet and pulls me onto his lap and kisses me again. I can feel his truth through his kiss and it makes my heart flutter.

Instantly his hands start roaming the sides of my body. His one hand brushes back and forth over my nipple while his other hand travels down to where I've been aching for him the most. He gently brushes a finger tip over my opening and immediately I can feel him smile into the crook of my neck. "You're actually dripping, y/n. Like legit dripping wet," he says completely in awe. Still stroking just my opening, he begins to kiss my neck and I can feel him start to suck on the spot that I know, he knows drives me crazy. "Mmmm that feels so good baby, don't stop," I moan out, arching my back slightly and letting my head fall back against him.

"You really have been torturing yourself as much as you have been torturing me, haven't you?" he lustily murmurs into my neck.

"Mmmhmmm," is all I can get out, followed by a sharp and deep breath in. He chuckles at me and says "does my pretty little tease of a girlfriend want to cum?" He questions. I shake my head yes and instinctively start to grind my ass against his leg. "Jesus, you're desperate for a release aren't you babe'" he whispers.

"Please," I whisper back, sounding way more needy than I intended.

"You want my fingers in that pretty little pussy? Like this?" He questions, slowly moving my panties to the side and dipping one finger into my waiting folds. In and out, he shallowly teases my entrance. It feels good but I need more. "Please," I say again. "More please, baby," I plead.

"Whatever you want babe," he complies. Quickly he stops his teasing and puts three fingers deep into me, plunging in and out at a rapid pace. I involuntarily arch my back and hook my one arm around his neck and use the other to hold onto the seat of the chair so I don't fall. "Oh! OOOHH!" Is all I can groin out, the feeling overwhelming all of my senses as I melt into his body. He uses his free arm and hand to hold onto my hips to help keep my now shaking body steady. His arms are so long that he can reach all the way around me to my pussy and uses his fingers to dip into the top of my panties and rub circles onto my pulsating clit. The material of my underwear is so tight against my skin I can feel it start to rip but I couldn't care less. I just need more. I frantically start moving my hips and fucking myself onto his his fingers in rhythm with his hand thrusts. I'm getting so close, I can feel it beginning to boil over within me. He notices my worsening desperation and fucks me faster yet with his fingers, adding an insanely pleasurable fourth finger to the mix. At this point I feel like I'm about to lose my mind any second when he decides to stop rubbing my clit and to pinch it instead. Gentle at first but then a little harder, him being careful to make sure it was making me feel good and not hurt me, before giving me more. Quick and rough pinches followed by firm, repetitive tapping on my most sensitive and over stimulated area was enough to make me yell out his name in pure unashamed pleasure. "j...J...JJ!" I practically scream but I just can't help it. I'm so worked up that I barely recognize my own voice. My body is trembling and I'm randomly convulsing and I seem to have lost all control of my movements. If he wasn't strongly holding me in place, I'd have been on the floor a long time ago. He repeats the pinching and tapping over and over again while his thick fingers stretch me out more and more. All of the sudden I feel an indescribable high wash over me and my vision starts to go fuzzy. He does not let up though and the euphoria I feel is more than incredible. It has me screaming out like a wild animal and I feel like my entire body is on fire. Before I can even realize what's happening, I feel another intense pressure building up within me and there is no turning back now because I am on the brink of explosion. JJ can tell how close I am because all it takes is a few dirty words from him to send me over the edge.

"You're so fucking sexy like this y/n. Completely at my mercy. Show me what that body can do. Show me how you squirt for me y/n. I want your pussy to squirt all over my hand. Do you understand me? If you can do that like a good girl, I promise I'll make you squirt all over my cock when I give you the fucking you deserve, later. Come on gorgeous," he says leaning in to my ear, licking and sucking on my ear lobe. "Squirt for daddy," he whispers.

That whisper was all it took for me to come completely unraveled on his lap. The waves of pleasure circulating through my body were some of the most intense sets of orgasms I've ever experienced. I could feel myself leaking all over him and the pleasure I was receiving from it was enough to bring tears to my eyes. I was sweating, crying and panting over my ragged breathing and loss of breath. The only thing I could do was scream out in pure ecstasy and I was so intoxicated by this wonderfully strong feeling and waves of feel good emotions that I didn't care one bit how loud I was or how I sounded.

As he helped me ride out my incredible high, I got lost in a state of bliss for a few minutes. He stopped all his motions and just held me while I continued to have my tiny tremors of pure lingering pleasure every so often while I was slowly coming back down to normal. Once I finally opened my eyes and looked at him he was just staring at me again with a cocky but semi concerned look on his face. He sighed out in relief and brushed a few lingering tears off my cheek. "What," I said breathily, wondering why he was once again, staring at me with his mouth hanging open.

"Y/n," he grins at me lustily. "It's been like 5 minutes since you came babe," he says incredibly cocky and proud. "I fucking thought you were possessed for a minute," he laughs. "You just kept going and going and moaning and shit. And babe- look at us! Look at the floor! You squirted like a fucking fountain y/n. It was so hot, I'm fucking hard again. You did so good for me, gorgeous. Such a good girl." He praises me, spinning me around so I'm straddling his lap. He leans down and kisses me, making sure to take his time. I feel my cheeks heat up at his words and pull away from his kiss to take a breath. He strokes my cheek lovingly and leans in and kisses my neck reassuringly. "Daddy is so proud of you," he quietly says into my ear between kisses. The feeling of his breath on my neck and his dirty words makes me shiver a little and he pulls back and smiles at me, leaning in to kiss my lips once more. He breathes into me and I can feel all the life coming back into my body. I instantly relax and smile into his kiss. The way he contently sighs back and the way his tongue gently and passionately explores my mouth while his hands tenderly cup my face make me feel so loved in this moment. His kiss always gives it away. If he never told me again how he feels, I'd still know it because I can feel it in his touch.

He eventually and reluctantly pulls away and presses me into his chest, hugging my body tightly and takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Who knew my dumb joke would turn into all this," he chuckles. I smile into his chest and chuckle back. "Yeah who knew your donut dick would turn me on so much," I say, shaking my head. He laughs again and kisses the top of my head lovingly.

"I love you, my little freak," he says affectionately.

"Love you too, my little weirdo," I say back.

#jj maybank #rudy pankow #obx #outer banks #jj maybank smut #rudy pankow smut #obx smut #outer banks smut #jj maybank fluff #rudy pankow fluff #jj maybank fanfiction #rudy pankow fanfiction #jj maybank fic #rudy pankow fic #jj maybank oneshot #Rudy pankow oneshot #jj maybank x reader #rudy pankow x reader #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank drabble #my writing

[itsmeoculi]

ᑭᒪᑌᔕᕼ ᗷETᖇᗩYᗩᒪ!

Hii just a new writer for character x reader

open for any requests but mainly doing bsd atm

FYODOR X GN! READER

TW: none! Fluff &lt;3 ❗️❗️My first piece, so please don’t attack me ❗️❗️

Synopsis: Fyodor has been working for hella late hours recently! So your forced to find ways to sleep without the comfort of Fedya! You usually sleep alone now, and started cuddling pillows to help. One day he comes home early (AND FINALLY GETS SLEEP LIKE OMGG) but you’re used to hugging pillows now instead of him, and he does not like that at all.

So your a cuddle bug, and Fyodor? Haha, yeah no. It would hurt his ego if he ever initiated cuddle sessions, so you have to always ask (As if he’s even there half of the time with his mice army 😭) But any way, you’ve recently been using pillows ‘n stuff to cuddle yourself to sleep. (WHICH WE LOVE THAT FOR YOUUUUU) now Fyodor has barely been there to sleep and cuddle in bed, he’s more of a dinner date guy. One day though, this man takes a BREAK!?! Yes, and do you care? Back then you would’ve, but you’ve gotten used to be alone. Before bed Fyodor says

“Good night malyshka..”

“Good night Fedya!” You said, and then immediately turning to your comfort pillow, back completely facing Fyodor. Which completely, for once in his life, catches him off guard.

IF I TELL YOU HOW FLABBERGASTED THIS MAN IS. Of course it’s not on his face but his mind is just 😦..

You don’t notice, and just head off to sleep and Fyodor, being the very prideful man he is, sucks it up and sleeps (He turns his back to you because he felt like a salty biotch that night)

In the morning, he hoped that you some how cuddled up to him in your sleep..

BUT YOU WERE STILL THERE IN THE SAME POSITION WITH THAT GOD❗️DAMN ❗️ PLUSHIE❗️ (as you should. If he can’t make time for you, make time for yourself 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️)

Now, Fedya is fed up. THEN YOU NOTICE HOW WOUNDED HE LOOKS and decide to tease him (bad idea but sureee)

“Fedya, is something wrong?” You give him the most innocent puppy eyes, but he sees right through your facade

“I know you want to tease me (name).. too bad I saw through that. Sorry malyshka, but you’re not getting what you want.” He smirked subtly

“Oh hush.. you wanna cuddle still?” Defeated, you at least wanted to snag some cuddles with your lover

BUT THIS BTCH ROLLED HIS EYES IN THE MOST ATTRACTIVE MEANEST WAY EVER 😭

y’all end up cuddling in the end thooo, but he hates that plush you replaced him with. And DEFINITELY stares that thing down, if ever within the radius of that plush.

#fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #fyodor fluff #bsd #bungou stray dogs fyodor #bungou stray dogs #fyodor x you #fyodor x y/n #Fluff #fyodor

[abibliophobiaa]

1000??? yaaaaa bestie!! 🤩😍♥️ omg congrats! this is huge and so deserved, so excited for and prouda youuuuu 😙 was thinking about what to send in and woooo nelly i just know you’re gonna make this so damn good.

🌙 fluffy angst 🌙 friends -> lovers 🌙 “i broke my rules for you” & “i want more than this” 🌙 honestly stevie or eddie! which one speaks to you??

thinking these two are BFFs and it’s like raining out and maybe it’s the reader who’s being hesitant cos she’s afraid to ruin their friendship? or is a commitaphobe?? or somethinggg and one of the boys just can’t take it anymore and shows up all soaked and shit and 🥹🫶🏼

OKAY BABE YOU’RE AMAZING ILY! ♥️♥️♥️ CONGRATS ON 1K!

better late than never. here's 1K words of steve being a dingus. warnings/tags: steve harrington x f!reader; mild smut so 18+; some fluff, angst and steve making poor choices.

Maybe it’s because he’s faced death too many times. Stared it down in the eye and lived to tell the tale. Maybe it’s because it’s easier to pretend the feelings he holds for you aren’t deeper than what they presently are. Maybe it’s because the fear of losing you is greater than the desire he has to be with you. But he knows that’s not true. And it feels wrong to even think that; you’re his best friend, he loves you, he might be in love with you. 

He’ll never tell you, though. Love scares him. The last time he loved it swallowed him up and spat him back out. Last time he loved, he watched the person he thought he could see a future with run back into the arms of someone who loved her better than he ever could. 

Such is life, isn’t it? 

It’s been two years since then and you’re a bright spot in his life. Someone he runs to on his worst days, fills it with laughter, fills it with your easy smiles and candor. You’re comfort to a weary soul, a tether when his mind slips away into the past—into visions of swirling red skies and fluttering wings, of monsters that crawl in a world that no longer is. 

It starts the way most of these things do: one night you get a little too cozy, hands start to wander, sticky kisses press to exposed skin. He gasps as your mouth slides along sensitive flesh, watches as your eyes roll into the back of your skull as he sinks in minutes after he watches you fall apart on his tongue, writhing with your thighs splayed around his shoulders. It’s meant to be a one time thing, but these things never are. 

One time turns to two, and soon it’s every weekend, and before long it’s months of roaming hands in dark alleyways after having a drink at a bar, it’s him pinning you against the door to his bedroom and watching you fall apart around his fingers, and right now it’s your gasps filling the cabin of his car as you fold against his chest, skirt high up on your thighs, his softening cock still inside of you, heartbeats slowing down into a normal rhythm, melting into the steady drum of rain splashing against the windows. 

There’s nothing normal about this time, though. It’s different. You lean back in his lap, eyes hazy with your release, lazy lips sliding languidly over his. He sighs against your mouth, tongue licking into you, drawing out the last remnants of your pleasure, before your hands come to rest on his shoulders and you whisper, “I want more than this.”

“You want more than this…” He’s not understanding. And then again, he’s never asked. You’ve never talked about it. These trysts, these moments between you, they’ve never disrupted your friendship. They may have blurred it, blurred the lines of it, but you’d never talked about more. Always some unspoken agreement between the two of you; at least until now. 

“I want to be with you, Stevie. I don’t want to hide behind our friends' backs. I…I want this. Us.” Your voice breaks off at the end, and in that he knows he’s already made a mistake. Because his mouth drops open at your words and he can’t find it in himself to speak. 

He doesn’t speak for some time. Therein lies the problem. He realizes too late as your bottom lip trembles and you nod stiffly. As you slide your skirt back down over your thighs and climb off of him. As you open the backseat door and slip out of his car and into the pouring rain. 

“Where are you going?!” He’s stumbling out of the car, buckling his pants as he races through the darkened streets behind your trembling form. 

You whirl around to face him and the hurt on your features is a lightning bolt to his chest. A knife to the gut he’s not prepared for. “Home!” 

“Let me drive you!” His voice is drowned out by the thunderous drops lashing against the ground. Drowned out by the own frantic throb of his heart. “Baby, slow down!”

You do better than that. You stop, and it’s only because your face crumples and you start to cry. The sight alone nearly kills him. Crushes the wind clear from his lungs. His arms curl around your shoulders and drag you close, and he wonders if you can feel him shaking, because he’s terrified when he speaks. When he whispers, “I broke my rules for you.”

“W-what do you—”

“I love you.” 

Three words. Three words he’s not said in years. Three words that someone had made him believe he’d never hear. Never earn. Three words with the weight to crush him—to send him crashing like he had so long ago. Three words that have you clutching at the front of his shirt, teary eyes meeting his face. You’re both shivering, both drenched to the bone, but it doesn’t matter now. 

None of it matters except for you. 

Maybe it’s been that way all along. 

“I don’t know what I’m doing. I haven’t done this in so long and I’m probably shit at it, you’ll have to be patient, but I love you and I’m…I want this. I want us, too. I’m just—I’m scared and I—”

“I love you, too.” Your lips brush his, soft and delicate, arms curling around his waist to drag him close. “We’ll figure it out together, okay? I just want you.”

And so you kiss under a streetlight, clothes sticky and plastered to your bodies, hair stuck to skin, but neither of you cares. 

Nothing else matters. 

Only this. Only now. 

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#lunas1kfollowercelebration🌙 #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurbs #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington smut #steve harrington angst #steve harrington x f!reader #steve harrington x fem!reader

[corroded-hellfire]

hey hey hey congrats on 2k!! 🖤🖤🖤

Can I get a little blurb from when Steve and reader were together before she was pregnant? -Big Brown Eyes

Love youuuuu - @trashmouth-richie 💋💋

For the first person who ever helped me with a fic? Anything! I love you toooo! 💖

In the same universe as Big Brown Eyes

Warnings: violence, language

Words: 2k

Join my 2k celebration

[Big Brown Eyes masterlist]

“Can you believe the outfits they have to wear?”

Steve’s voice is low, looking around at the employees at Scoops Ahoy as the two of you enjoy your ice cream in a corner booth. You let out a small giggle and dig your spoon into your boyfriend’s bowl, stealing a bite of his mint chocolate chip ice cream. 

“Sign over there says they’re hiring,” you point out before shoving the spoon in your mouth. Steve raises his eyebrows at you and shakes his head.

“You think I’m putting that hat on this head of hair? You’re out of your mind.”

“Aw, you’d still look handsome,” you tell him with a smile.

He laughs as he takes a bite of the mint ice cream. 

“Don’t tell me you’ve got some weird sailor fetish?”

“What if I did?” you ask innocently, tilting your head to the side. 

Steve’s smirk ignites a fire in your belly that not even the ice cream could extinguish. He reaches underneath the table and grabs the bare skin of your calf, causing you to let out a squeal. His long fingers dig into you as he pulls you towards him, your shorts squeaking over the vinyl seat of the red booth as your ass slips further off the seat.

“You can’t pull me under the table to you!”

“Watch me,” Steve says. “Wouldn’t be the first time you got under a table for me.”

Heat blooms in your face, but before you get to answer, someone walks by the table with a scoff.

“There’s a shock,” the voice says. At the same time, you and Steve turn your heads to see Jeremy, a class-A douche from school, giving you a dirty look. “The King’s slut gets on her knees for him.”

“Hey.” The authority in Steve’s voice even makes you flinch. He stands up from the table, having a good three inches on Jeremy as he squares up against the jerk. “You better watch your God damn mouth.”

“Or?” Jeremy doesn’t back down from Steve, but that’s not a surprise. Even though he was a lanky stick of a boy, he was often instigating fights. By the look of his nose, it’s been broken at least five times. 

“Or I’ll shove this ice cream so far up your ass you’ll be sneezing sprinkles for a month.”

“You don’t exactly have a great track record when it comes to winning fights, Harrington.” Jeremy huffs out a laugh and runs a hand over his blindingly blonde hair. “I don’t think you’ll be too much of a problem.”

“Steve,” you plead. “It’s fine, okay? I don’t care what this asshole says.”

“Want to find out?” Steve asks Jeremy, ignoring your protest. 

“Steve,” you say again.

“Okay, boys!” A girl in a Scoops Ahoy uniform comes over and puts a hand on each guy’s chest, pushing them a step back from one another. Her nametag says “Robin” and you instantly remember her from your algebra class. “There will be no fighting in here today. It’s bad enough I have to clean up hot fudge, I’m not mopping up blood too.”

You stand up from the booth and wrap both of your hands around Steve’s arm. 

“Steve, come on. Let’s just go.”

“Listen to your girl,” Jeremy says.

“Shut the fuck up, Jeremy,” Robin snaps at him. 

It takes a few moments of you tugging on Steve’s arm for him to take a step away from the situation. He looks from Jeremy to you and lets out a sigh. 

“Come on, babe,” Steve says, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Thank you, Robin,” you say, and she gives you a salute in return. 

You loop your arm with Steve’s as you pull him out into the mall, looking up at him in concern. He still looks pissed, while you couldn’t care less about Jeremy’s words. Jaw clenched, Steve tucks you more against his side as you head towards the exit. 

“You’re not a slut,” Steve says – so quiet you almost miss it – once you step outside.

“I know,” you say. “To Jeremy, a girl is either a slut or a prude.”

“I hate that guy,” Steve says.

“Aw, and here I was gonna buy you a fuckin’ Valentine’s Day card.”

Your stomach drops as Jeremy’s voice comes from behind you. There’s no one else in the parking lot besides the three of you, so you have no backup in trying to keep things peaceful. 

Steve’s arm drops from around your shoulders and you’re quick to grab onto his shirt.

“Steve, no.”

Jeremy saunters up to the two of you, and Steve takes a step closer to him, his shirt being yanked out of your hands as he does.

“You like to talk shit, huh?” Steve asks. “Try talking shit with no teeth.”

Jeremy dodges Steve’s swing and lands a blow to Steve’s stomach, making him double over. He doesn’t stay down for long though, coming back and successfully landing a punch square on Jeremy’s nose, a sickening crunch coming from the impact. Another broken nose to add to his collection, it seems. Jeremy throws an uppercut, and it catches Steve in the jaw, knocking him to the side.

“Enough!” you shout, but neither of them listens to you.

Before Steve can get another shot in, Jeremy lands another hit to his eye and you can instantly tell it’s going to swell. Tears are burning your eyes as you watch the two of them, testosterone pumping, animalistic fists swinging at one another. Jeremy turns to throw a punch to Steve’s ribs, but you catch the back of Jeremy’s shirt with a strength you didn’t know you possessed and throw him to the ground. Your own adrenaline pumping, you grab Steve’s arm and drag him in the direction of his car. There’s blood leaking from his right eyebrow and multiple bruises are already coloring his skin in purples and blues. 

“Boys,” you huff to yourself as you fish Steve’s keys out of his pockets. Jeremy’s getting off the ground, but you’re already shoving Steve in the car and climbing into the driver’s seat. “Why couldn’t you just let it go?”

“Because he’s an asshole!” Steve’s holding his jaw with one hand, the other balled in a fist on his thigh. 

“So? You getting the shit kicked out of you isn’t going to change that,” you say. 

“If you hadn’t –.”

“I swear to God, Steve Harrington,” you growl. “If the words ‘if you hadn’t stopped me’ come out of your mouth, you’re not going to see my boobs for a month.” Steve lets out a huff and leans his head back against the headrest. 

The rest of the drive to your house is silent, you fuming, Steve silently wincing to himself at the pain. 

By the time you pull into your driveway, Steve’s humility seems to have kicked in and he looks at you with his brown eyes that he knows can melt your heart. Rolling your eyes, you get out of the car and stomp down to your mailbox, slamming it shut after you hold the few letters in your hand that have been delivered. 

“I’m sorry,” Steve says as you unlock the front door. He follows you inside and into the kitchen, where you toss the mail down on the table. When you don’t say anything, or even look at him, he sighs and keeps following you like a little lost puppy. You walk into the bathroom and rummage through the things underneath your sink until you come back up with a first aid kit in your hands.

“Sit,” you tell him. 

With a cowed look on his face, Steve sits on the lid of the toilet while you perch yourself on the edge of the bathtub. You let out a sigh as you grab a cotton ball and the rubbing alcohol.

“Why’re you so stubborn?” you ask, one corner of your mouth quirking up in a small smile.

“You really think I was just going to let him talk about you like that?” He winces as you dab the wet cotton ball over his injured eyebrow. 

“You think you getting a black eye is going to keep that jerk from spewing his shit?” You move down to clean Steve’s bruising eye, making him let out a low groan as you clean the sore skin. “That hurt?”

“Just a little, but you’re gentle. You’re gonna make a good mom someday.” He smirks at you, but the movement causes pain in his face. “I couldn’t do nothing. No one calls my girl a slut.”

“My hero,” you say with a smirk. You lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips. “Now can I clean the bruise on your jaw?”

“I think a kiss would help more than the rubbing alcohol.” Steve shrugs a shoulder and you can’t help but smile and oblige him. He sighs in contentment as you press feather light kisses along his jaw. 

“Is that better, baby?” you ask. 

“Much.” He rests his hands on your knees, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Sorry I’m a pain in the ass.”

“Always or just today?”

Steve slides his hands up your thighs, digging his fingers in to tickle you as you smirk at him. 

“Smartass,” Steve says. 

After wrapping a quick bandage around his cut up knuckles, you pack the first aid kit back up and replace it back under the sink. Steve stands up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. He places a gentle kiss to the top of your head and you pull him along as you walk back towards the kitchen. The mail on the table catches your eye and you pick it up, flipping through it as Steve grabs a drink from the fridge. 

“Holy shit.”

Steve swallows his mouthful of Coke.

“What?”

“My letter from NYU is here.”

Your boyfriend almost trips over his own feet as he hurries to get over to you, slamming his soda can down on the table. Ignoring the droplets of Coke that land on your arm, you stare at the letter in your hands. This is the letter you’ve been waiting for. A few other schools have accepted you, but this school was the goal. 

“Well? Open it.” Steve rests his hands on your shoulders and starts to massage the tension out of your muscles. 

Your fingers work at the sealed envelope, hands trembling as you pull out the paper that’s inside. Taking a deep breath, you open the letter and cautiously let your eyes scan over the beginning of the letter.

We would like to congratulate you…

“I got in.” You’re staring at the paper, stone faced. 

“You got in! I’m so proud of you!” Steve tugging you against him in a bear hug is what snaps you out of your trance.

“Oh my God, I got in.” You start to laugh, unable to believe it, and Steve shares in your joy. He takes your face in his hands and presses a tender kiss to your lips.

“I knew you would. They’d have been stupid not to accept you.”

You wrap your arms around Steve’s middle and bury your face in his chest. He holds you close and rests his head against yours. 

“M’a little scared, though.”

“Of what?” Steve asks, hand rubbing up and down your back.

“Change. The future. All of it.”

You can feel Steve shaking his head above you as you nuzzle your nose against his collar bone.

“No reason to be scared of any of that. It’s gonna happen anyway.” He presses a kiss into your hair. “Just as long as it happens with the people you love all around you. Then you’ll be fine.”

Closing your eyes, you take in Steve’s words. If it wasn’t such a sweet moment, you’d tell him he sounds like a wise old owl. “You’re the best,” you tell him instead.

Steve pulls back and tilts your chin up so you’re looking him in the eyes.

“The future’s going to be amazing. You’ll see.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fan fiction #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #request #bbe

[desceros]

Hellooooo I’m 20 todayyyy it’s my birthday 🥳 (12/23) and I’d like to request a birthday sex one shot with Raphael idc which era but I like his personality the best in bayverse (can’t remember if you write for them) but basically reader has a bad day at work or school and goes down to the lair to chill with Raph their boyfriend he realizes he has never asked when readers birthday is and when they say today he drops everything and immediately makes the day about them he takes them back to their apartment and draws a relaxing bath cleans and makes a simple cake (with premade mix he found in the lair kitchen) then maybe he uses the frosting as a kind of worship for reader and licks it off their body doesn’t have to fit that at all if you want to add some pizazz then go ahead but thank youuuuu ❤️❤️❤️

(Symphony is so damn good btw)

ahhhh i just got this like. an hour ago bc i've been offline all day but!!!! happy birthday!!! it isn't exactly what you asked for since i wanted to get it out today on your actual birthday, but i hope you enjoy this lil thing :D raphael/reader; gn!reader; rated m

The moment he hears you telling Leo it's your birthday, he panics.

"What are you doing?" Donnie asks, coming into the kitchen in sniffing at the air. "Are you... baking a cake?"

"I'm focusin', Don, not now," Raph grits, frantically searching through the cabinets to find the icing. Thankfully, it's inside, untouched by icing-licking brothers, so he tosses it off to the side. "Can you, uh, go distract 'em for a bit?"

Donnie rolls his eyes. "You know they're going to ask where you are?"

Raph waves him off, so off he goes.

The cake itself is done before you come sniffing around, thank goodness. However, no one ever told him about waiting until it was cool to put the icing on, and it is in the middle of his near-meltdown at how it keeps oozing down the side that you enter the kitchen, miffed to have been kept away.

"Raph, what are you—?" you ask, only to pause when you see him glaring fiercely at a very sad-looking cake, his eyes going wide when he sees you coming in. God damn it, Donnie! "...Is that for me?"

"Uh," he starts, looking at the very sad, sad cake. Straightening from where he'd hunched over to try and fix the icing, he rubs at the back of his neck. "It was supposed to be. But, uh, this one doesn't look so good, huh?"

Laughing, you come up to stand next to him, trailing a finger through the melted icing and popping it in your mouth. "It might be the ugliest thing I've ever seen. But it tastes good!" Turning to face him, you smile, getting close and tilting your mouth to his invitingly. "Plus, you made it for me. That makes it the best."

Warm, Raph bends down and kisses the sweetness from your lips. He chases after you when you go to pull away, his fingers holding your jaw to keep you close.

"Tell you what," he murmurs, pulling away only when he feels you go pliant in his hold. "How's 'bout you 'n me go back to your place. Let me give you somethin' real nice?"

"Oh, yeah? What do you have in mind?" you ask, voice warbling a little even though you try to put on a brave front. It makes him smirk to hear the weakness he can so easily put into your knees, makes him feel like he's allowed to spew all the filth he wants into your ears.

"Well first, we'll stop by someplace nice and get you a proper cake," he says, tipping your head back and placing his mouth on your throat. "Then, I'm gonna take you home and get that nice big bath of yours goin' with all those pretty smellin' things in it you like that drive me crazy."

He feels you swallow against his mouth, prompting him to sink his teeth in until you whimper. Blood rushing in anticipation, he crowds you against the counter, licking at the mark he knows he's left there now.

"Then, when you're done, I'll fish you out, and use you as a plate for us to eat a slice of that pretty cake and lick the icing off you until you come at least three times. Maybe four if you're good for me."

Trailing his hands down your front to the hem of your shirt, he lets his fingers glide along your skin as he rubs his beak down your neck to burrow his head in your shoulder, nipping along the skin the whole way before he comes to whisper in your ear. Then, with just a hint of promise, he slides his thigh between your legs, pressing up, teasing, giving you a taste of what he wants.

"That sound like a plan?"

When you nod rapidly, hands desperately clutching at the counter behind you to help keep you upright and your breath coming too-fast, he pulls away and smirks, grabbing a finger of icing and dabbing it on your cheek before he licks it off in a heady promise.

"Good. Go say goodbye to the others. 'S gonna be a day or two before you leave your apartment once I get started with ya."

#ask tag #raphael/reader #rating: m #my fic

[noteriii]

Helloo!! I'm in love with your shxtou × yn ficsss!! Can you do one where they spend their first holidays together, just a fluffy domesticated feel-good vibe wherein maybe they bake and sing cheesy Christmas songs all while incorporating that in a shared stream, perhaps? THANK YOUUUUU

here it is!! hope this is what you wanted, anon!

established relationship! shxtou x streamer! reader

title: flour + sugar

synopsis: you spend your first holiday with shou, with a little twist.

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you watched anxiously from the counter of the newly furnished kitchen, tugging at your sleeves out of habit. a few feet away from you, your boyfriend prepares his setup for both streams. though you had been on a streaming hiatus for a few months, after the announcement of yours and shoto’s relationship, your fans hounded you for new content. however, that was quickly pushed to the side when you and your lover decided to find a new place together as you two were reaching an almost two year anniversary. the jump was odd, in many ways. going from a solo, independent streamer in your childhood bedroom- to a notable virtual duo paired with shou- to then announcing your relationship more than a year after it became official- to then going on hiatus for months to just move in with him to a completely new place- to now, this returning stream on both your ends. 

from the corner of his eye, shoto noticed your anxiousness as he laid basic cookie ingredients on the table. “you’ll be fine, yn. it’s only a handcam stream anyways.” he tells you in hopes of reassurance. however, that was the least of your worries. what if your viewers thought of you two differently now that you were dating? what would they say about your break? what if- “if you don’t want to do this anymore, we don’t have to yknow” his gentle voice breaks your thoughts. “no, i want to start streaming again.. just a bit nervous,” you tell him, folding up the ends of your sleeves neatly. “what if they don’t like us together? with this stream being the first on my end for months.. what’re they gonna say? what if no one even joins?” you begin to ramble your thoughts, glancing at the set up in front of you. the table is covered in ingredients to make your favorite cookie recipes from scratch, along with the store bought cookie dough in case you two mess up too much. two cameras face the table to provide different angles for your viewers, a mic sits to the front of the table and two laptops sit not too far away displaying both yours and shoto’s twitch streams on a loading screen. your boyfriend makes his way to you, pulling you close and sliding his arms around your waist. “that’s why you’re so nervous? yn, come on, you can’t be serious.” he rests his head atop of yours and you feel yourself relaxing in his hold. “there’s thousands of people on either of our streams waiting for us to start. plus, what does it matter? it’s just you and me, our new apartment, cookies, and our very first christmas together.” he tells you, drawing small circles on your lower back. you take in a deep breath and nod. “yeah.. you, me, and our very first christmas.” you repeat, a smile crawling onto your features as your heart swells at the thought of this being the first of many holidays to come. he pulls back and kisses the tip of your nose, sending you a look. “and it isn’t christmas without some sappy christmas music,” he says, dragging you back to the table and pulling out his phone. from the small device, he plays a random christmas lofi music, muttering about how it better not be muted through twitch. you giggle softly as you glance at the chats, flooding with comments and words of waiting for the ‘new’ couple clips. maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as you thought. 

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hours into the stream, 2 to be exact, all of your worries from earlier were the least of your concern. the christmas music is louder now, as you laugh, completely off camera as you run around the kitchen in attempts to keep your nice sweater clean. shoto smiles widely, trying to hold back his own laughter as he chases you around, flour and sugar coated hands extended out. “get away, shou! i haven’t even done anything to you!!” you whine, trying to bargain with your boyfriend. the cookie dough sat on a bowl on the counter, ingredients strayed about as the viewers can do nothing but stare at it and listen to the light banter between you two. “i’m not even doing anything! ‘m just trying to give my lover a hug!” he argues back, taking a small step forward. you shake your head, carefully but quickly making your way to the stream set up and to the microphone, quietly talking into it. “chat, help me. he’s trying to get my favorite sweater dirty.” you eye the purple haired mischief who laughs at your words. “am not! why can’t i give you a hug?” he whines before moving quickly, pulling you close. you yelp in surprise, realizing your mistake of staying still for too long. it was too late. shoto pulled you into a deep kiss, cupping your face with both of his hands before going to grip your wrists gently to get them dirty as well. you laughed into the kiss and you can feel his stupid grin against yours. when he pulls away, you glare at him in annoyance (though it was so obviously faked, he knew). reaching up, you take his face in your palm and rub your cheek against his, coating his skin in the transferred flour and sugar mixture. he gasps in surprise and you stick your tongue out at him, content in your own revenge. “loser,” you tease, glancing into his dark eyes. he’s so close you can feel his breath against your face, noses so close to each other as he looks down to you. your heart speeds up, a blush gracing your face. he’s been even closer than this before, but your heart leaps out of your chest doing loops and figure eights. you were so in love with him. “santa doesn’t give gifts to people who say mean things, love.” your boyfriend says quietly, glancing down to your lips. “well, i don’t need anything from santa this year.” you tell him in the same tone. “why’s that?” he questions you, confusion glazing his eyes.

 “because.. all i want for christmas is you.” 

#shxtou #shxtou x yn #shoto x reader #shxtou x reader #shxtou fluff #shxtou x you #shoto x yn #shoto x you #vtuber #vtuber x reader #anime

[beplerblurbs]

hi, may i req leejeong + 16 n 35 ? pls n ty 🫶🏻

drunk cute l.jh

hi anon! this is a lovely combo will do <3

pairing: drunk!jeonghyeon x gn!reader

genre: fluff

w/c: 850

warnings: mentions of overdrinking, one swear word

a/n: i miss jh so much :/ COME HOME

you were staying in for the night, tired from work while your boyfriend, jeonghyeon, went out with his wakeonez trainees to eat a meal after confirming their debut.

when you heard him say it over call you were more than ecstatic and told him to let loose after the release all of the pressure he faced as a trainee and to enjoy his night out.

you started to rethink that wasn’t the best advice when you saw a sober munjung dragging your very drunk boyfriend to your front doorstep.

“hi y/n, he had a bit much haha,” munjung was panting and sweating in exhaustion by carrying his best friend’s dead weight, “oh my god, i’ll take care of him don’t worry, get home safe with your hyungs okay?”

he simply nods, bows and walks to the direction of his dorm. still catching his breath.

you tell jeonghyeon to take off his shoes so you can bring him in, suddenly, he jolts out of your arms and clings to the walls of the hallway entrance

“no!”

“why, whats wrong babe?”

“only my partner can touch me! not youuuuu!” he drags out, while pointing at you and leaning his face full of disgust.

he looks around the house, in search of someone.

“what did you do to my y/n!? you’re not them, you can’t call me babe”

you smile a little, realising what he’s saying.

he was too drunk to recognise you were his s/o and was being faithful when another person (you) tried to 'flirt' and touch him.

“okay jeonghyeon, i’m sorry, but you’re too drunk. can you take off your shoes for me?”

jeonghyeon looks at you with a pout, a mumbled okay is heard before he flops off his sneakers and attempts to walk into the hallway.

he miserably fails, stumbling because he’s seeing double of everything. thankfully you’re there to catch him and hold his hand to keep him steady.

seeing his own hand intertwined with yours he gasps, “ohh wait until y/n hears about this you’re gonna be in trouble~” he giggles before pausing.

“oh shit~ i’m gonna die too then.”

while he mourns his seemingly soon-to-be death, he’s in your guys’ washroom and sitting on the closed lid toilet.

“you won’t die babe, i am y/n” you pinch his cheek because of his silliness. he grabs your hand on his face.

“oh… that makes sense why you’re so pretty hehe,” he forces open your palm and rubs his face against it, making you soft inside.

“mm thank you babe, but lets clean you up.” you then proceed to wash off his makeup, make him brush his teeth, and get into a fresh pair of pjs.

throughout it all he's really clingy and lovey to you, as you wipe his makeup he hangs his arms around your waist, "mmm you're too sweet y/n., did you know that i realllllllly love you?" you give his lips a quick peck as an acknowledgement.

"i love you too, now lets get you changed"

while he changes, you get a glass of water with some painkillers to help with his hangover you'll have to take care of in the morning.

he comes out and as he's sobered up a bit he slumps himself to the bed and flops face first into his pillow.

you nudge him onto his back "get up, you need to drink this," you say handing him his medicine and water.

jeonghyeon takes the glass with both hands, he looks up at you with his signature puppy eyes. even drunk he knows how to make you the softest person.

"if i do can i have face kisses?" he giggles at his own request.

you chuckle, you've never seen jeonghyeon act so cute. you almost didn't want his drunken state to end, but you knew the hangover would come and be a pain. "of course babe," jeonghyeon shyly takes the pill and drinks it.

after he gulps it down, a closed-mouth smile grows on his face as he patiently waits for his kisses, you lean in close. giving small pecks to his forehead, nose, cheeks, lips and then every other spot on his face lacking attention.

"happy jeonghyeon?" he smiles widely and says a quick mmh of acknowledgement.

"okay, lay down and try to sleep," knowing his drunk patterns, he'll be out in a flash.

"okay~"

when you take his glass from him as he lays down, you try to go to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

"y/n~ come back to bed~" he was groaning, complaining of your soon-to-be absence.

"i'll be quick, i promise" you put down the glass to pat his head before he grabs your arm and pulls you into bed. wrapping his arms around yours so you're stuck facing his sleepy drunk state. you're surprised he's able to maintain his strength while so inebriated.

"mmm no, i like being with you more," you groan but his grip can't let you escape, so you cave in for a while.

"why don't you cuddle teddy while i put the glass away?" you point at the teddy bear you got him for his birthday above your guys' head, leaning on the bedframe, lonely.

"no it's okay, you're my new pillow," you're face grows red, but jeonghyeon can't see it, he's falling asleep with your head in his chest and snuggling closer to you by any means.

#boys planet #mnet boys planet #zb1 #zb1 drabbles #zb1 imagines #boys planet jeonghyeon #lee jeonghyeon #boys planet imagines #boys planet scenarios #wakeonez #wakeone jeonghyeon

[harryswhorehome-blog]

Neighbors 4 

Hiiii! I miss youuuuu! It took me so long to finish this. Please forgive me, I’m still kinda going through it and I lost all my motivation because of the worst depressive episode of my life and I'm trying to recover, but I want to regularly post and be consistent. I hope you like it because I love neighbor Harry sooooo much.

Summary: Y/n and Harry have a fun time at a very important event.

Warnings: smut 18+, daddy kink, degradation kink, praise kink (idk how, but they both are here), Jealousy, some angst, cheating, age gap (she��s 18), fluff, and olivia wilde? (if there’s any more tell me plz)

Word count:3.5k+

After the night of the summer bash, life has been quite smooth. We both haven’t made any moves to give our relationship a title, but I’m quite content with what we’re doing now.

It’s been two weeks since the last party. I only got to see him once during the two weeks since he was busy with Olivia and work. While, I was caught up with keeping a clean image for re-elections.

Today’s exciting though because tonight my family is throwing another dinner party. We haven’t thrown a lot of parties like this since six years ago when my grandad was working to get elected in this town, but re-elections are happening and although it’s a guaranteed win, we can never seem too confident.

Of course the new neighbors are invited. Which is the reason for my excitement since the new neighbors husband and I are fucking. As well as a lot of my grandpas, politician friends and important members of the town are attending, which means I can slowly introduce myself to the political society and maybe find a way to make a name for myself.

I was never one for parties like this because, although everyone says they are friends with my family, there's a certain type of image we have to uphold. This election means a lot to my family. Not only for the reason it keeps them in power, but because if he wins again, he’s gonna let me put insight on how to be better for the community as a whole, not just for the rich. 

It took me four hours to get ready. One reason is because I am seeing Harry. Another because I need to keep the clean cut image of the Astor’s. I hum to the music as I do my make up, but come to an abrupt stop when a notification flashes on my phone.

From Harry: Can’t wait to see you :)

I roll my eyes from his use of emoticons, because last week I learned he doesn’t know how to use regular emojis. Although most people would help him I chose not to, because I’m scared he’ll use it like a grandpa and I won’t take him seriously.

From Y/N: Me too! Miss u lots daddy &lt;3

I decided to tease him, since I haven’t seen him for awhile and with that means I haven’t had sex for awhile. Even though I could go back to touching myself it doesn’t feel as good like when he does it. I also have been feeling mischievous tonight and decided to go bare in hopes I can get a quickie before anyone notices I’m gone. 

Harry takes his time to respond, making me start to get nervous. I feel the anxiety in my stomach when I see the three dots pop up on my screen and then go away. They go away for a while, making me slightly disappointed. As I was just about to get ready again he texts me.

From Harry: Stop Y/n. Not tonight it’s important for your family and you. 

I pout from his response, knowing that he’s lying and would take me whenever he could. I make the choice to leave him on read. Hopefully to make him mad or cause any reaction from him.

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The party started 45 minutes ago and most of the guests have arrived except for the most important one…well most important to me. I find my place on the couch and engage in the conversation with some guy’s son Erick. He’s handsome of course and comes from old money, but that personality is as dull as it gets. I’m better off talking to a literal brick wall, I might even be more entertained. 

As I was about to make my excuse to leave, on cue Harry walks in with his hand around his wife’s waist. I can’t help but roll my eyes at the sight in front of me. We make eye contact and Harry’s brow furrows when he sees the guy next to me talking. I smile at him acknowledging his presence and decide to stay with the talking brick wall. If I was gonna talk to him for marketing purposes. Your welcome grandpa. I might as well try to use it to get Harry jealous. 

I try to listen to the absurdities that left the young guys mouth, but I couldn’t help eaves dropping every conversation Harry was in. I nodded along humming and agreeing to whatever he said and started getting back into discussion. Suddenly I feel Harry's presence in front of me, making me not pay attention to the man I was ‘talking’ to. 

There he was, sat across from me. Basically manspreading with a short glass of brown liquid I assumed was liquor. His wife was nowhere to be seen. A part of me wanted to jump his bones right then and there, but I knew I couldn’t be obvious since this isn’t some party. Everyone was looking for the Astor’s to fail and I’ll be damned if I’m the one who messes it up. With his gaze on me I decided to try my best to ignore it and continue on with ‘marketing’. 

My plan to ignore him failed when I saw a pretty blonde next to him chatting him up. I swear I saw red when I realized it was my cousin Diana. Not by blood, but by marriage…so step cousin. I hate this girl with all my being. I literally never hated anyone more. As the dumb blonde man continues speaking about whatever business move he plans to make when his trust fund money was his, I could feel the anger going to my head. Especially when Diana touches his shoulder and I see him give her the smirk he usually gives me.

I couldn’t watch the scene playing out in front of me. He already has a wife. I'm not gonna be a side-side chick, one was enough. As I pretended to listen, I opened my phone nodding along to whatever he was saying and looked through my private camera roll to the video of me running a vibrator to my clit earlier. 

Once I found my favorite video I took this morning. I made sure to give it a once over. I see myself on my white duvet, with my head falling back as I run the bullet vibrator past my folds before dipping it in my tight hole. I spread my legs apart wider and bring it to my clit, making sure the vibrations go to where I needed it the most.

I smile to myself and press send. The nerves in my stomach start knowing he’s gonna see what I was doing this morning. When I hear Harry’s notification bell ring, I start to get antsy squirming to see his reaction. Thankfully Erick left because his dad called him to talk to some lawyer he wanted him to intern for, leaving me alone to pretend to be on my phone scrolling. Harry takes his phone out of his pocket and checks the notification, his head tilts confused on why’d I text him.

I bite my bottom lip trying my best to not smile. Harry brings his phone closer to his face, still puzzled on why I sent him a video with no context. The video is basically black until he presses the play button. When I saw his thumb tap his phone, I tried to stop the giggles from leaving my mouth. His eye brows lift in shock and his mouth is agape, but he keeps his usual facade soon after. He doesn’t swipe out of the video like I thought he would, instead he continues to watch it. 

My face soon turns red and I get anxious, I didn’t think he’d react like that. He just watches the 3 minute video in the middle of the crowded room, not scared of anyone seeing it or catching him. When the video finishes he looks up to me and smirks before tucking his phone in his suit jacket and continues his conversation with Diana. 

Soon enough Diana leaves his side and is soon replaced by some Irish guy named Niall. They talk like they’re best friends, while listening to their conversation I realized that they became a trio of golf buddies with my brother. I sigh in my lack of attention and sink down to my seat, unintentionally spreading my legs wider than I thought. The only reason why I noticed it is because of Harry’s cough making me look his way and see his disapproving glare. I glare back confused until his eyes lower to my bare cunt. I sit up a little and shut my legs quickly forgetting I’m not wearing any underwear. 

Harry continues to talk to Niall for a long time, while I sit alone in front of him. I take the time to look at him. He was wearing a suit that fit him like a glove, but as my eyes lowered to his groin I realized that his suit isn’t covering the hard on that’s proudly on display. I know he’s big, any girl knows he's big when he literally cups his groin and lifts before he sits, but the way the fabric of his trouser sits on his center is not very forgiving. I clench my thighs at the thought of his cock and Harry catches me and smirks at my attempt to keep my hormones at bay before ignoring me again. When I caught him staring at my pouting, I spread my legs looking at him with an innocent smile. 

His eyes bulge out of his eyes and he silently orders me to close my legs. I don’t listen and tilt my head, I try my best to look lost and confused about what he’s telling me to do. Sadly my teasing ended short when we’re called to be seated at the dinner table. 

To my excitement my meddling gave me the chance to fix seating charts. I remember specifically telling my grandpa to make sure that people who know each other sit with people they don’t really know. 

I walk my way to the dining room feeling Harry’s presence behind me. When I find my chair I smile to myself when my seating chart works perfectly because me and Harry sit near the end of the table together. Harry looks confused when he sees his name next to mine and his wife’s sitting next to the person right in front of him. I of course had to do it, to make sure there was no suspicion, but it makes me giddy when I see the small smirk when he realizes I sit next to him. Olivia having the opposite reaction sitting next to some old man who reeks of strip club and white collar crimes. 

“ I want to thank my grand-daughter Y/n for helping me with planning this party, especially the seating chart to ensure no one is left out and will meet someone new tonight” my grandpa toast as everyone sits down. I try to shrug off the compliment and take a sip of my drink, slightly blushing at the attention given to me. In all honesty his approval means the most to me because that means I can slowly take my own place in the dynasty we have. 

Olivia and Harry's heads whip towards me when my grandpa’s toast slipped out of his mouth. Olivia glaring a hole in my head. While Harry is trying to hold back a smile “ you planned this, didn’t you?” he says, hiding his smile with the cup over his mouth. I nod slightly embarrassed that my grandpa outed my secret scheme. Harry sits a little closer to me and whispers “ good girl” , his hot breath sending chills down my spine.

I squirm with arousal as I try to talk to Mr. Bines, also known as the man who I could use as a reference to get into columbia. Talking to him is terrifying because if this one conversion goes well then my future could be set in stone. If it doesn’t, well…I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.

“ You planned this party yourself?” the old man says, I nod yes not trusting my voice. He looks at me with a smile “well your grandpa made a good choice letting you plan this. Tell me, what do you plan to do with your future?”

I take a deep breath before saying “ I’m not sure yet, but I want to major in law” . My words come out shaky. I feel a warm hand with cold rings rest on my knee to stop the shaking. I look to my side to see Harry giving me a warm smile. I smile back and head follow my breathing to how his thumb rubs my leg.

“ Ah, following in the footsteps of your grandfather. What colleges are you looking into?”  He questions.

“ I’m actually looking at Columbia University, actually I think my grandpa told me you were an alumni there”

“ I sure was, Actually you know the dean there is a close friend of mine. Why don’t we make a deal? Bring your grandad and your father to the golf course and maybe we could talk about me considering a recommendation for you” he says 

I didn’t expect him to say that at all, but I wasn’t gonna complain. A smile lays on my mouth “ you got yourself a deal” I say. The woman next to Mr. Bines started a conversation with me. As she starts to question me on why I want to learn at columbia I feel Harry’s hand slowly move up. 

I squirm as I try to pay attention to middle aged women explaining how admissions work. Harry's hand goes closer to my upper thigh and instinctively I shut my thighs, trying to stop him. 

My attempt to stop him doesn’t work and as I start to speak his hand separates my legs and he rests his hand on my pussy. His action made me scared to speak and I decided nodding was enough. He doesn’t even try to put pressure or tease me, he just rests his hand there. I start to assume that it’s safe enough to speak “ wow, I didn’t see it like that. I hope whoever looks at my application is having a good day and-” a gasp interrupts my sentence when I feel Harry’s fingers pinch my sensitive clit. My legs clamp shut, but how his hand is positioned doesn’t allow me to, if anything it puts more pressure on me. 

“Are you okay Y/n?” she says concerned 

I try to close my legs as “ Yeah-yeah sorry I just forgot that I chose those appetizers for tonight” I bring the food to my mouth “ what a nice surprise” I eat another piece of food to shut myself up.

The woman looks at me warily as she continues to speak. Harry’s fingers follow the line of my slit, as he brings a fork to his mouth with his other hand pretending nothing is happening. He even starts to hum along to what Olivia is saying. 

His fingers lower to my wet hole and move my arousal around spreading it. I try to move his hand subtly, but he doesn’t give up. I bite my lower lip trying to stop any noise from coming out of my mouth, as I try to think of anything not arousing to make sure I won’t moan out loud. 

Harry sees my furrowed brows and my concentrated face. He smirks at my reaction and secretly whispers in my ear “ Don’t make it harder on yourself baby, let me make you cum”, I nod giving into his deep voice and let my legs spread wider.

“ look at you, such a fucking slut you know that? So desperate for me you almost flashed Niall. You’re so fucking in for it now” He say’s as he pets my clit.

I moan in response , but cover it up as a cough. As I let his fingers rub on the puffy nub, he takes his time playing with me. Talking to the people around him as he pinches my clit. I try to buck my hips for more pressure, but he only looks at me sternly and shakes his head no.

“ Be a good girl and let me play with what’s mine, you think you can control this whole situation? Hm?” Harry says condescending, making me shake my head no. When he sees my answer he smiles and says “ that’s my pretty pearl, listening like she should, but you know I need to punish you for not wearing any panties under that dress? Right? Think I fucked you stupid too much and now you think it���s okay to be a slut in front everyone. Maybe I should remind you who you belong to huh?”

I nod and comply with what he says and keep my legs spread. Harry decided to not pay attention to me anymore as his fingers were rubbing my little button. I sit in silence and look at everyone arounds me and feel relieved when everyone is in their own little world, even Harry. He was talking to an old man who sat next to his wife. 

“ So how do you feel about the election? Do you think Mr. Astor will win?” The old man say’s 

“ Honestly, I think it looks like he has a lot of loyal friends and well…I don’t think I can say much. I'm not very educated in politics, but I’m sure his granddaughter has something to say about it ” The British man says.

I look at everyone with flushed cheeks, not very prepared to talk. My mouth opens with no words coming out, but thankfully the words “ I think he has a pretty good chance Mr.Ruben” leave my mouth.

I soon was rewarded with Harry’s fingers inserting in my wet hole. His fingers pump in and out pushing my walls back. My hand under the table grips his thigh looking for something to hold onto. 

“ you Astor’s are quite confident” Olivia comments

“I’d be confident, if I couldn’t be respected” I say to Harry’s wife as his fingers pump in and out of me. Olivia seems to quiet down after my comment. 

I quiet down again trying to focus on the feeling of his fingers moving in me. He curls them up hitting my g-spot and it takes everything in me not to moan. I start to move my hips a little bit to help the knot in my stomach untangle. I watch as everyone gets excited and entertained by their conversations paying no attention to me. 

“ You like this don’t you? The idea of everyone watching you, catching you being a little whore for me? Huh? Is that what’s getting you off? Or is it the fact that my wifes there in front of you as you ride my hand” Harry whispers, his breath fanning my ear and starting tingles down my spine.

I open my mouth knowing that he’d do something obvious to punish me “a-all of it. I like the idea of all of it” I say breathily. 

He smirks as I grind against his hand trying to reach my climax. I can’t help, but clench around his fingers thinking about getting caught. I look to see his wife deeply immersed in a conversation and when I hear Harry start to speak I can’t help, but smirk at how funny this all is. How he’s talking to her as he pleasures me.

I start to feel the knot in my stomach to unravel, “ can I cum daddy? I’ll be good” I whisper to him.

“ I don’t know, baby, I don’t think a girl this messy should cum. Look at you soaking my hand in front of all these important people. Do you think your dear old dad will appreciate his sweet little angel getting finger fucked? Hm?” he says condescendingly.

“no-no , but I’m desperate please I need to so bad” 

“ Fine, go ahead cum, want you to cover my hand with your mess, my pearl. Show everyone who you belong to, show my wife whose yours, pretty girl” 

With the sweet name and his fingers constantly hitting my g-spot, I came right there in front of everyone. It took everything in me not to moan from pleasure as he rode out my orgasm. While I was cumming his wife looked me in my eye, making me smirk.

Harry bends down pretending he drops his napkin, while he looks me in the eye he sucks the cum of his fingers while looking in my eyes. I stare at him with my mouth open as he sits back up and smiles sheepishly as if he’s embarrassed to drop his napkin.

He shakes me out of my thoughts when his hand rests on my knee as he continues to eat the meal in front of him. I take that as my cue to act normal again. As I eat my main course I can’t help smiling to myself at the thought of what we just did and how much I liked it.

Harry catches me smiling to myself and squeezes my thigh, “ you’re beautiful” he says staring into my eyes. We stay quiet for the whole dinner, both of us pretending it’s just us here.

#harry styles imagine #harry styles #dom!harry #harry styles fic #harry styles au #neighbor!harry #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry smut

[nathandoeisgf]

Stay High

Summary: bella and nate go out for a drive with a little bit of the devils lettuce

Warnings: making out, weed, tongue up in that mouth, driving intoxicated (don’t fucking do that), Nate being hot

Song of chapter: Habits (Stay High) - Tove Lo

Oc name: Bella

Nate 💕

Nate 💕

hi baby

are you awake

me

hi nate

yes i am

Nate 💕

wouldddddd

youuuuu

like to

goforadriveandsmokewithme???

me

hmmm

Nate 💕

PLEASE

I MISS U

me

we hung out three hours ago???

Nate 💕

what’s your point

me

uh

idk

yes i will

Nate 💕

GREAT!!!!

i am outside your house right now actually

me

nate what

what if i would’ve said no

Nate 💕

i would’ve never spoken to you again

me

oh uh

i’ll be out in a moment

Nate 💕

great!

love you!

Bella grabbed her phone from her bed, going to the mirror on the back of her door to make sure she didn’t look as disgusting as she felt.

She shrugged it off and left her room, going downstairs and out of her house, towards her driveway where Nate was parked.

She saw the light on inside before watching Nate get out of the car and run over to her. “Hi baby.” He smiled as he hugged her.

“Hey love, you didn’t have to get out of the car.” Bella stifled a laugh as she hugged him back. “How else would I open your door?” He questioned like it was obvious. “Oh, my bad.” She sighed.

“Yeah.” He hummed, leaning down to kiss her, they pulled away and bella licked her lips. “You started without me.” She squinted at him and he grimaced. “One hit.” He said, grabbing her hand and dragging her over to the car.

He opened the passenger seat door and Bella got into the car. “This is half gone!” Bella scoffed. “Can’t hear you!” Nate called out as he closed the door.

He went around to the other side of the car and got into the drivers seat. “Light?” Bella held her hand out. Nate went into his sweatpants pocket and pulled the lighter out, handing it to her.

“Where do you wanna go?” Nate asked as he pulled out of her driveway. “I thought you pulling up to my house before you even asked me if I wanted to go meant you had something planned?” Bella raised an eyebrow.

“I did. I thought of the weed, now it’s your turn.” Nate nodded and bella rolled her eyes. “I don’t know, just drive over by the lake, the east side, it’s always empty over there.” She shrugged.

“Why do you want it to be empty?” Nate hummed, the smirk evident on his face as he brought a hand down on to Bella’s thigh. “Oh shut up.” Bella muttered, face beet red.

Nate shook his head, starting to drive to where Bella told him to. He found an empty parking lot that looked out on to the lake and parked his car. He turned the radio down, Habits (stay high) by Tove Lo still playing softly in the background.

“It’s always so beautiful out here.” Bella shook her head in disbelief. “Yeah but..” Nate trailed off, “Nate don’t you dare—” “you’re beautiful…er.” He said and it was silent before they both bursted out laughing.

“You’re so corny, my god.” Bella laughed. “No! I’m being romantic!” Nate groaned, leaning over on to the center console, facing Bella.

“Oh I’m sorry, crybaby.” Bella frowned. “Crybaby?! Didn’t you cry over a Frank ocean song this morning?” Nate scoffed. “You didn’t have to bring that up.” Bella scowled and Nate smiled.

Bella took a hit of the joint before handing it to Nate. “I had too much, I’m driving.” He declined. “You had two whole blunts and still drove last week?” Bella recalled.

“Yeah but you weren’t in the car.” He looked at her. “So..?” Bella questioned. “So, I actually care about crashing if you’re in the car because why would I want to lose you?” He questioned.

Bella frowned, taking in the brunette boy’s features, lightly lit by the moonlight fixed in front of the car. “That’s really sweet. But I don’t wanna lose you either, so don’t do that again or I’ll break up with you.” She nodded.

“Yes ma’am.” He said, watching her go from stern to flustered in the matter of seconds. She set the tray on the dashboard and sat back against the seat.

She looked over to see Nate already looking at her. He gave her a small nod, gesturing her her to join him in his seat.

“Nate we are not having sex in your car.” Bella mumbled and he sighed way too dramatically, making bella roll her eyes.

“But we can makeout, right?” He gave her a look and she smiled slightly. “Exactly. Get your sexy ass over here.” He spoke and bella smiled, taking her seatbelt off.

Nate moved his seat back before she climbed over, settling herself in his lap with his hands rubbing up and down her bare thighs. “Comfy?” He asked her and she nodded, looking down at him. “You?”

“Very.” He breathed out before leaning in to connect their lips together. His hands went up to her hips while one of her hands went to the back of his head and the other rubbed against his collar bone.

The breathing in the car became heavier, the windows ever so slightly starting to fog up. Nate swiped his tongue over Bella’s bottom lip and she immediately granted him access.

Their tongues fought like hungry dogs for dominance, Nate eventually winning like always. Bella had realized that her hand was tangled into Nate’s hair, taking that into consideration, she tugged onto it.

Nate let out a groan into her mouth, making her smile slightly. He fixed his grip on her hips and rolled her hips against his, earning a surprised moan from Bella

She was quick to pull away, almost losing her train of thought just looking at how thrilled he was by getting that noise out of her as if he hadn’t many times before.

“Nate. Don’t start something you can’t finish.” She told him and he smiled. “Oh, I can finish.” He nodded. “Alright.” Bella pushed his head away.

“Don’t start something I can’t finish.” She emphasized. “You can finish too, you just need my help.” He shrugged simply and bella sighed. “I do not.”

“Oh?” He tilted his head. “We can test that out. See who’s begging to be fucked first.” Nate nodded and she shook her head. “That doesn’t mean I need you to finish that just means you fuck me good.” She said, immediately regretting it when she saw the smile on his face.

“I know I do.” He spoke and she rolled her eyes. “Don’t let your ego get the best of y—” she was cut off by Nathan bringing their lips back together.

It wasn’t long before he pulled away and started kissing down her jawline. “Why do you wanna fuck in your car so bad?” Bella asked, her voice breathy from the feeling of him kissing down her neck.

“Because who the hell wouldn’t want to? We can have any view we want, trying out a new position or two, and it’s quiet, your loud ass should be the one asking not me.” He said and bella scoffed.

“Fuck you!” She shook her head. “In the front or the back?” Nate spoke, no sarcasm in his voice. “You are making this really hard, Nate.” She groaned.

“Okay and you’re making me really hard, so what?” He shrugged and she laughed, bringing her head down to his chest.

“My parents aren’t home.” She spoke, biting the inside of her cheek. “See, then we’d have to drive fifteen minutes back to your house when my lovely backseat is right here.” Nate reasoned.

“Hm, or maybe you can drive the fifteen minutes but then only I get out of the car?” She tilted her head. “Fine!” He groaned and she placed a kiss on his head before going back to her seat.

Luna Speaks 🪼

Hello hello this is my first storyyyyyyy

I’m working on being more descriptive so please bare with me lol

Hope you guys enjoyed, send requests!!!!!!

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[lifmera]

Hello! I adore your writing! May I please have a match up for Hazbin Hotel, Chainsaw man and Sally face if it’s not too much trouble? I'm demisexual 27 year old plus sized woman. I’m 5"7 with fairly wide hips that dip to more narrow center and broad shoulders. My eyes are pale green bordering yellow with short almost shoulder length dark brown hair that is an orange blond from the top of my ears down. I have a septum piercing, two sets of ear piercings and glasses in sort of an aviator style that I forget to wear. I'm a little buff under all this fluff as I am a baker by trade. But I have been dealing with a shoulder injury has kinda left me feeling a bit fragile and frustrated. I've been told I'm fairly pretty but I just kinda don't see myself that by conventional standards. I'm not really self conscious about my body, I am just a large animal and people will just have to deal with that. I prefer to dress comfortably but if I can I enjoy wearing jumpsuits as well as black dresses.

I would describe my personality as caring but very direct. I Tend to prioritize others well being over my own. However, I am working on ensuring I take care of myself just as well. I tend to be reserved around other people but once I get comfortable I tend to ramble on my interests in short bursts, primarily around biology, cryptids, animation and practical effects. Honestly I enjoy being a bit aggressive with my friends- usually intimidation play or picking up people to help make them feel a little small. Admittedly when I feel comfortable around someone I prefer feeling small and protected if I’m not needed for comfort. I have many creative hobbies, primarily sketching, painting, sculpting, and crocheting. One of my favorite things to do is wildlife drawings. Though I find it difficult to hold on to my passions for prolonged periods of time, if someone I'm close to is passionate about something- I'm completely enthralled and try to be as supportive as possible. I love word play, often trying to force puns where they don't fit. I love horror and thriller movies and have a decent tolerance for gore but to be perfectly honest I have a hard time with handling prolonged scenes with people actively suffering.

This sounds a little silly but I imagine if I was a demon in hell I would probably resemble something of a chimera. I do apologize if this is a bit of a long submission! Thank you so much for your time!! 💚

I read sally face and started tweaking….

God i love sally face. AND THANK YOUUUUU.

.. I’ve decided to pair you with… ALASTOR, DENJI & LARRY JOHNSON!

Let’s be real. I think at first you’d remind him of his dear old mimzy. Before she died anyways, and obviously not dependent on him to fight your battles.

Alastor would find your rambling interesting, and he’d honestly probably learn something he hasn’t before? like “wow! Thats new.”

He’d want to learn more about your interests, also because he’s the radio demon, and doesn’t seem to really know much about the modern world- or care for it. But he IS based off a wendigo. So i’d think he’d find it interesting!

He LOVES when you paint, draw, crochet for hum! It reminds him or his own mother, and he’d probably become attached to you.

He’d also enjoy it if you did all of this, while he’s broadcasting too. He’s not able to always be there, but if he is, he’ll want to be with you.

Alastor would LOVE to watch horror movies, but if it makes you uncomfortable, or a scene does, he will pay no mind and skip it. Not like theres anything new he hasn’t seen.

If you were a chimera. He definitely would’ve been surprised at your look! Like- “oh ! Thats new.”

Ok … Denji time..

This man would NEVER JUDGE YOU. He can’t even bag someone.

Honestly i think he’d prefer someone chubbier, he’d LOVE to give hugs.

I think Denji would be a very physical touchy person, esp after what happened with… everyone. It’d help him protect you :)

When he found out about your shoulder injury? He was on your ass all day, every day. You don’t get away!

He loves that you take care of others, but this man is always hurt. He’d rather you be okay than he is!

He would love to listen to you ramble. Denji knows when to shut up, and i think he would enjoy listening!

Okay i know I’ve said this before but denji WILL make you draw pictures of you and him together- or he’ll draw them himself. Like stick figures holding hands!

If you crochet him something? Over the MOON. If its a piece of clothing he’s always wearing it. If its a plushie? He’s sleeping with it at night.

Denji would be indifferent to horror movies. I think he’d prefer comedy. He’s seen enough! :(

NOW LARRY 💛

I feel like i shouldn’t have to explain.

He’d LOVE YOU. You remind him of his friends :)

Your personality allows his to come out! He loves that you care for his friends, and his well being cause we know damn well he doesn’t.

Larry is a Listener instead of a talker. He’d love to listen to you ramble and ask questions while he’s painting! His favorite things at the same time!!

You draw with him, you paint, you crochet? Holy SHIT!!!! HE’D BE IN LOVE. Like! Okay !!! I LOVE YOU!!! 🧡🧡

I think he doesn’t mind any movie you guys watch. As long as it’s a mean of being able to cuddle with you on the couch and watch a movie.

He definitely finds your puns funny.

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I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY!!!

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[thenbecauseggoes]

Looooove your writing omg

Could you do an Evan fic where he sees a woman walk into a coffee shop after him and is obsessed with her and her long brown hair and blue eyes so he buys her coffee and then asks her out they go to dinner etc etc it’s amazing and she goes back to his place for some extra fun if you know what I mean potentially multiple rounds maybe even a little shower sex 😩😍

Thank youuuuu

A/N: hello anon!! thank you so much for the compliment! i hope u like this fic, i promise im getting to all requests SOON!!! ive been rlly busy w work but i hope u like this!!!

warnings: unprotected sex, pnv, shower sex, dirty talk, masturbation, fingering, lmk if i missed any

WC: 1571

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Coffee Shop

To say you were a regular at this coffee shop down the street from your apartment would be an understatement. You came nearly every day, knew the workers and knew most of the other regulars. Today was no different, you finished up some last minute university homework and closed your computer, taking off your headphones and looking out the window. You’re so caught up in your staring you hardly notice a man tapping your shoulder. You turn around and are met with the eyes of none other than Evan Peters. 

“Hey,” he says, motioning to the stool next to you “mind if I sit here?” you nod and turn your body to face him more directly. Something about him entranced you, you had seen him on TV before but nothing compared to the real thing. Blonde hair that fell perfectly to frame his face, beautiful eyes and his lips looked so kissable. 

“What brings you in here?” you ask, genuinely curious about what an A lister would be doing just so out in the open. 

“I like to come out here when I just need space” he answered with a shrug of his shoulders “what about you?”

“Finishing up last minute homework, i’m here a lot” you state.

“Well then I assume people here know you pretty well?”

“You could say that” you giggle at his statement.

“Well then they probably won’t expect it when I pay for your coffee today hm?” he cocks his head to the side and raises an eyebrow. The suddenness of his comment taking you aback.

“I can’t let you pay for me-” 

“Already did” he cuts you off sending a wink your way. 

“Wow, you’re awfully nice”

“Don’t mention it”

“How can I repay the favor?” you ask, it comes out more suggestively than you would’ve liked it to but he was extremely hard to be normal around. 

“Let me take you out to dinner sometime?” he asks.

“I’d like that, listen I gotta get going but,” you look around for something to write on and eventually just tear off a piece of your notebook and grab a pen. “Here’s my number” you smile and hand it to him. 

“I’ll call you” he says with a chuckle “what’s your name beautiful” he asks as you start to pack up.

“y/n” you answer

“I’m Evan” he states, bringing out his hand for you to shake which you do.

“I know” you answer while walking towards the door, confused but excited about how someone like Evan managed to want you but you weren’t going to complain.

The days passed until the date you had set previously over the phone came. You spent hours touching up your hair, makeup, and outfit just hoping it would be enough. It wasn’t anything too fancy but nothing too casual either. Your phone buzzed with the promise of Evan being at the door accompanied by three knocks at the door. You padded through the apartment and opened the door to find him in a white shirt and jeans. He looked amazing as always. 

“You look incredible” he said with his mouth agape

“You look amazing too” you blush and look away before Evan grabbed your jaw and pulled your face to face his own. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asked seriously before you nodded. He leaned in and placed a small kiss on your lips, he tried to deepen it but you pulled away.

“We don’t wanna be late” you say

“Fuck that” he says huskily against your lips, he takes your hand in his own to palm himself through his jeans, letting out a small whine. As hot as it was you had to fight the urge to take him right there.

“Evan, dinner” you remind him as he continues to put pressure onto his dick

“I know, you’re just so hot,” he whispers into your ear. “Just a little bit, please?” he begs. 

“No,” you remind him and place a small kiss on his cheek “let’s go out” you smile and put your hands on his shoulders. He smiles back and leads you out the door with his hand on the small of your back. 

“When we get back i’m gonna wreck you” he whispers in your ear making a wet patch form in your panties.  

When you get to the restaurant you walk in and the hostess leads you to a booth in the back. It’s not a fancy place but it’s perfect for a first date. 

“So what do you get here?” you ask, looking at the menu and turning it over in your hands in an attempt to find something that sounds good. 

“I usually just end up going with the burger, it’s really good.” he responds, putting down his own menu and looking you in the eyes. 

“Can we split it?”

“Sure baby” his voice makes your stomach do flips. He’s so amazing, just everything about him.

After dinner you get in the car, he opens the door for you and everything, he’s just so perfect and you can’t stop thinking about it. 

“You made it so hard to focus that whole time baby” he says, putting his hand on your thigh. “Kept making me hard all night” you rubbed your thighs together, looking for any kind of friction which Evan smirked at and moved his hand up your inner thigh. 

“Evan..” you tried to speak as his hand moved up further.

“You know I have to get my girl prepped for me,” he starts moving his hands under the waistband of your jeans and into your panties “so wet already, just for me” he starts drawing circles on your clit and teasing your sensitive hole with his index finger. The ride home was him just teasing you. Your moans for more becoming too much as he finally pulls into the driveway of his house. You walk in and he immediately pushes you against the wall and starts hungrily kissing you. His hand goes back down to your core and he lifts up a knee, prompting you to ride it. Which you do, you’re desperate for something, anything that’ll bring you closer to your release. “Yeah, come on baby, ride me, just like that” he speaks between heavy breaths. His cock is pressed up painfully hard against his jeans. He’s never seen anyone like you, so beautiful, so sweet. He might dare to say he’s obsessed with you, something he’s never admitted to anyone before. His train of thought is immediately cut off by your erratic moans and squeals. 

“Gonna… gonna cum Evan” you whimper out

“Cum for me baby” he says, pressing kisses and bites on your neck, helping you ride out your high. Once you were set to move you unbuttoned his pants, taking out his painfully hard dick. He picks you up bridal style and carries you to his bed and gets on top of you, kissing you hungrily. He slips his dick in between your folds and you writhe at the sensitive pressure. He finally slips it in, causing you both to let out a moan. He finally starts thrusting in and out of you, leaving you a whimpering, moaning mess. 

“Shit y/n, you’re so tight” he groans into your neck as his thrusts get more intense “gonna make me cum so fast” his words send you over the edge and his thumb comes down to rub your clit. You scream his name as you cum and he pulls out, finishing all over your stomach. You lay there for a moment, catching your breath before getting up. 

“Is it uh, okay if I use your shower?” you ask, needing to clean up. 

“Yeah go ahead” you smile a little bit as you realize he’s stroking himself under the covers, you decide to let him do what he needs to do as you go to the en suite and turn on the shower. You hear him groan from the bedroom, how does he manage to turn you on so much? Your fingers find their way down your body and circle your clit, making you whimper. 

“So pretty baby” you turn around, startled as you feel Evan come up behind you “couldn’t help myself when you got up, you look so pretty with my cum on you” 

“Need you” you whimper into his ear

“Aw, i have such a needy girl” he whispers before biting softly down on the shell of your ear. He makes you moan at nearly everything he does. He slides his erection through your thighs and thrusts in between them, relieving some pressure for himself. He slides his member in your dripping cunt again and his eyes wander to where his dick keeps disappearing into you, making him moan in your ear. “So sensitive, I'm gonna cum” he whispers in your ear. 

“Me too” you manage to get out before you release all over him and he pulls out and does the same. 

He turns you around and kisses you before grabbing the soap and lathering it onto your body. When you get out of the shower and into his bed he holds you tightly almost as if you would slip away. 

“If you don’t mind i’d like if we could do this more often.” he finally says

“I’d like that” you admit before you drift off to sleep and he places a small kiss on your forehead

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