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fckmebarnes · 2 months

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hiya love, I just found your lovely blog and I have a lil request for ya. if you aren't comfortable with the kinks, just delete the request ☺️

so like I was imagining a big beefy bucky with a big cock who really wants to get you pregnant. he's overwhelmed by how good you feel and he talks a lot about how he can't wait to see you full of him and when he finally comes, there's like a LOT of cum and it takes a while for it to stop and you're like super full of super soldier cum and pretty much instantly pregnant ?!?! ok bye

smut — eighteen plus!

heavy breeding kink, daddy kink, beefy bucky with a big fucking dick. my head is spinning after this so thank you.

hi love <3 hehe thank you for this! i love kinks <3

i’m not too keen on making reader pregnant but i love a breeding kink & in my head … bucky has the biggest one (that’s what she said)

and his cock is fucking huge! beefy bucky with a huge cock makes me fall to my knees just for him. because im thinking how toned and beefy he is and how good he looks as soon as he comes out of a shower

like he’s still dripping wet with the towel slung low to his waist, hair pulled back into a low bun at the nape of his neck with some stray pieces falling. he’s humming a song you can’t really tell what it is, you’re too distracted anyways as soon as you see that towel fall

“hey baby?” he asks quietly as you look up at his, a smirk on his lips once you realize he caught you staring at him. “got something on your mind?” you bite your lip as you shake your head coyly with your cheeks heating up. he grins, walking towards you as your sitting on the bed, back against the headrest.

“you sure?” he asks again, crawling up the length of the bed before hovering over you, your back sliding down the pillow until his left thigh is between yours, pressed snug up against your bare cunt. between all this, you forget to reply as he takes your chin in his hand and makes you look up at him.

“asked you a question, babydoll. seems like you really have something on your mind.” he trails off, letting go of your chin before trailing his fingers down your throat making your body shiver at the slight touch of his skin on yours. you nod your head, but not telling the truth.

“mm, well we both know that’s not true. but i have something on my mind,” he says softly, dipping his head down to your collarbone as you feel his thick cock press hard into your thighs. you shiver as you feel his hips move slowly, his lips sucking on your skin as his hands travel down the sides of your body. he practically worships you every single chance he gets because how could he not? he was so fucking lucky to have some one like you under his arm.

“bucky…” your whine was quiet and you weren’t sure if he would’ve heard you but of course he did. those super solider senses were sharp — especially when it came to your and your sounds.

“what is it baby?” he asks against your skin, his body entrapping you against the sheets, everything smelling like him. he pulls back a bit sitting up, spreading your thighs a bit more so he could fit right in between.

the tip of his cock pressed against your wet hole, his finger strumming through your folds as his thumb rubs your clit. you squirm in place, soft whines leaving your lips as he just stares as you with blown out eyes, curly pieces of brown hair framing his face and the subtle lighting from the soft lamps make his features pop out more.

“wanna know what i’m thinking?” you don’t have time to answer as he continues to rub your clit in slow circles as he pushes his cock slowly into your cunt stretching you out around him. he shivers as he feels how tight you are, how soaked you already are and the slight pulses of your clit under the pad of his thumb

“how you would look stuffed full of my cum…” his eyes look at you lustfully as they drop down your body to your clit. “leaking out of this pretty pussy while i fuck it back into you. getting you round with my child.” he grunts softly as you whine in response.

“yeah, baby? you’d like that huh? letting me abuse this pretty little cunt of yours anytime i want. pumping you full of my cum and making sure it sticks everytime.” he pushed deeper into your cunt as he spoke, pressing harder on your clit as you gripped his arms as he fucked you. the obscene sounds of his cock fucking your wet hole and his heavy balls slapping against you covered in your slick made your head spin.

“you feel so fucking good, babydoll… fuck…” he lets out a deep moan, digging his nails into your hips. you shivered as you heard the praise, making his sense peek up as your body leans further into him when he praises you. he takes his finger away from your clit giving you some sort of relief as he bottoms out into your cunt when he reaches over to the nightstand drawer.

you let out a moan as you feel his cock stretch your cunt out fully, arching your back and pressing your chest into his. he groans, letting his head fall before he moves his hips for a few moments getting distracted by how warm your cunt feels.

pulling the drawer open as you wrap your limbs around his big body, he pulls out a small bullet vibrator and turns it on. he reaches in between your bodies and presses it against your swollen clit making you moan out.

“oh… fuck-!” he chuckles darkly as he starts to fuck you hard, the headboard slowly starting to hit the wall louder and louder with each stroke. his cock twitches in your cunt as you dig your nails into his back, the toy making your cunt clench around his cock every single time.

“you feel so fucking good baby, fuck. fuck i need to fill you up with my cum. you want that baby? you want daddy’s cum?” you whine as you nod, pressing into him. your body feels like it’s on fire with the vibrations of the toy and how his cock stretches your cunt out with a burn.

“please bucky, mm,” you lose your brain as you start melting into the sheets feeling your body shiver and your toes curl. he grins against your skin as he feels your cunt squeeze his cock for all it’s worth as he cums harshly, feeling you follow right after.

“oh, baby…” he hums softly as he tosses the toy to the side and sits up but doesn’t pull out. his cock is throbbing inside of you and you feel his cum leak out of your hole and down onto the sheets. “don’t think i’m done with you yet.”

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nanathott · 13 days

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nanami would massage ur feet if u wear heels for too long🌠

god damn it he so would… gross disgusting fluff under the cut….

“how are you feeling?” nanami asked as he trailed closely behind you, only 2 steps behind you as you sat down on the couch. kento bent down on his knees and reached for your heel clad foot, placing it in his lap

“my head is spinning.” you complain, leaning your head into the palm of your hand to ease the ache the alcohol was putting on your brain. nanami nodded and hummed as he listened to you speak, all the while his large hands were working diligently to undo the uncomfortable straps of your heels

“i’ll get you some water in a moment, alright?” kento offered, keeping his eyes on your closed ones as he slid your heel off your foot and placed it by his side. you kept your eyes shut and nodded, letting nanami manhandle your limbs freely

he placed your now bare foot down on his hard thigh and reached for your other leg, cupping your shin in his hold as he repeated the same process once more. kento dragged his warm hands down the length of your shin, applying just the right amount of pressure, working out the knots in your shin, his other massaging the sides of the heel of your foot

“mmmm…” you softly moaned through your lips, feeling the tention leave your body as nanami worked out the knots in your tired legs and feet. “feel good?” kento asked? his eyes flitting between your beautiful leg and your pretty, relaxed face

“yeah, thank you kento. this is just what i needed.” you responded, fully resting the weight of your head in your hand. kento smiled and continued squeezing and pressing his hand and nimble fingers over the top of your foot and around the sides, making sure he didn’t apply too much pressure to the bottom of your foot that was already sore

kento’s heart felt full and his mind content as he massaged you, watching how your eyebrows knit and unknit as he listened to the pleasured sounds of your appreciative huffs and moans. you couldn’t help but crack your eyes open and smile down at him when you felt his plush lips against your ankle

nanami had lifted your leg to his face and had started peppering kisses up your shin, and a few on the top of your foot. his loving action made you sit up after you locked eyes

you sat up and leaned forward, resting your foot on his upper thigh, his hand still holding your ankle tight as you leaned in and cupped his hand in your face. you were going to speak, tell him how much you loved him, but instead you kept silent, staring into his eyes, looking at the right and the left, just cherishing this moment with him

after some amount of time, you leaned forward and captured his lips in a soft, gentle, lasting kiss. one that made the both of you gently inhale at, your eyebrows knitting the longer your lips stayed against his.

a soft clicking sound echoed between the two of you when you separated from him, rubbing your thumbs in circles against his temples softly as you stared into his eyes with a gently smile on your face

#idk what came over me #i had to elaborate

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hoesformatt · 17 days

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NO TIME

matt smut/blurb (ig), i randomly thunk of this after watching my favourite character in a show get eliminated 😕 r.i.p hubby + it’s short BUT ITS GOOD TRUST

dom!matt • poc!reader friendly

contains: kitchen sex (once again), quickie, fingering, grinding/humping, pet names, no use of y/n

word count: 0.6k

summary: you’re meeting matt’s parents for the first time, you get all ready, glitzed and glammed for matt to be turned on by how good you look

not-proofread

I was rushing myself and excessively checking if I powered my face down too much. "Baby, you don’t need all the shit on your face; just go natural.” He shrugged as I looked at him unamused. I was having high blood pressure from the nervousness of meeting his parents. Carefree Matt left me in our room alone, obsessing about what I’m going to say.

I checked my outfit for probably the millionth time, just making sure I looked as good as I thought I did. My dress was short but modest enough for his parents to not side-eye me, and the bow in my hair gave me a bit of innocence.

I rush out of my room to make sure the food is still perfectly warm when they arrive. I did the full nine yards; full chicken, Caesar salad, scalloped potatoes, and the aged wine (for me at least).

I prepared the food, setting everything on the dinner table. “Are you going to do anything?” I asked Matt, who was sitting on one of the kitchen stools, just spinning in circles non-stop.

"No, because you’re freaking out for no reason; my parents will love you.” I rattled my head, completely ignoring what I was saying, then remembering that I left the chicken in the oven.

I frantically grabbed oven mitts, bending over to reach and get them out, making sure they were a perfect golden-brown. Pulling it from the oven, my dress inched up, revealing my ivy green lacy panties. I placed the tray on the stove, glancing back to see Matt still staring at my ass while I tugged it down.

His eyes never left my body as I continued to do what I was doing carefully watching how he slowly moved his hand towards his crotch, palming himself through his sweatpants.

Enjoying the aesthetic value of how the dinner table was from the kitchen counter I snapped a few pictures when Matt stood up walking around the counter to where I was.

Here he goes again.

Matt crawled behind the counter holding on hip to grind upon his crotch, moaning softly with the friction between us. “Fuckkkk baby— let me put it in” He lifted up my dress for his hand to spank my ass, as he gripped my hips tighter, Matt humped my bare ass and snuck his hand in-front to tease my pussy.

“Matt please, your parents are gonna be here any minute” I complained, holding his hand slowing him down but not stopping him. I began to close my legs in response of Matt inserting his fingers penetrating inside me. “Matt-fuck yes” he curled his fingers within me making my eyes flutter while he slid my lacy panties to the side.

Matt placed his tip on my clit, playing with it before he pressed the head of cock to my wet slit, he slid his dick into me. My eyes rolled back feeling his length brush against my tightened walls. He harshly spanked my ass in-between his thrusts. I felt my head drag back as Matt grabbed my neck, pulling me back to put his lips on mine and sloppily sucking on my neck.

“I needed you bad” He mumbles before tucking his head on my shoulder, abusing my spot making me aggressively throw my head back “shitttt—there, there” I stuttered between my words as he hit that spot continuously causing my legs to shake and fail on me, Matt holding my body up.

Shivers travel throughout my body, feeling the rush flow through and my lips shape an ‘O’. We both heard the sounds of tires on the pavement, headlight shining through our window directly showing the driveway. Matt covered my mouth as I screamed in pleasure while I came.

He did his last strokes, putting my panties back into place and tidying up my back with a paper towel and fixing my dress checking. Matt cracked open the window right before we heard the doorbell ring. “I’m not done with you”

So much for looking this good.

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bleuu-moon · 4 months

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nsfw ceo!price i need it like i need air to breathe

my oh my……..

john, on paper, is a terrible boss. the worst, unprofessional, unethical, he takes full advantage of his position. but to you?

he’s the best boss you’ve ever had.

the first time you fucked, was in his apartment, after he asked you to bring him a few of his work bits when you clocked off. with the full intention of going straight home, nothing more, you both ended up in a silly debate about whether or not he could could cook anything you asked of him. and he did, cooked you the penne amatriciana you requested. but of course, you never got to try it as it was freezing cold by the time he’d finished with you.

he had you bent over his kitchen island, on his knees as he ate your pussy from behind instead. taunting you with little sentences against your bare skin,

“you’ve got no idea how long i’ve wanted to do this.”

“you taste devine. knew it.”

“keep making them noises for me, sweet girl.”

before he was spinning you around, picking you up and placing you on the counter. “there she is.”

and he fucked you so good, you begged him to let you cum, and he did more than that, he made you come three times before cumming himself, all over your thigh.

the time after that was a few weeks later, after barging in his office in the middle of the day. you’d come to the end of your tether. after the events at his apartment, he’d acted like nothing happened. it caused nothing but anxiety for you, knowing how it would look if it ever got out, worrying that your job was on the line because you’d opened your legs for the man who hired you.

but instead of soothing you with words of reassurance, his hand found its way up your skirt. leading you to the closed door, your back pressing up firmly against it. his fingers already working circles around your silk covered clit, wetness soaking through onto the base of his fingers.

“you want ‘em all to know i fucked you, hm?…is that it? If you do, i’ll have you right here against this door.”

before he slips your panties to the side, shoving two fingers in you until your clenching around him, biting on his shoulder to muffle your moaning.

after that, john pretty much takes you where he can have you.

his favourite is on your desk, when everyone else has gone home. loves getting you naked, but only slipping his cock out of his trousers. enjoys coming into the office the next day, and seeing you sat at the same place, being all professional. he wanders into his office trying to ignore the growing ache between his legs.

he made his driver sign an NDA. so he can fuck you in the privacy of his personal car, without any worry of getting caught.

if you’re on annual leave, best believe you’re getting videos of him with his cock in his hand. fucking his fist at his desk, always followed by a message along the lines of,

wish it was you x

loves fucking you against the big windows he has in his apartment, or anywhere where there’s a small chance of being seen. once, on an overseas business trip, his clients put you both up in a fancy ass hotel. and after an evening of all you can eat and drink, he ushered you into his room, bending you over the glass balcony.

“what a view, eh. look at this life you can have with me. just say the words, love, and i’m yours.”

#this was a mess but I had ideas I needed to spit out #captain john price #ceo!price #price x reader

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apparentlytheproblem · 8 months

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Theodore nott x Gryffindor fem! Reader fluff and soft smut she’s reading in his lap while he’s leaning against the bedpost reading with her holding the book and Turing the pages while she keeps reading it and it’s super smutty (maybe the actors spin-off book abt nesta and cassian-) and she just traces his arm veins while they read (and if you decide to make it smutty pls make the reader LOVE LOVE LOVE his hands, abs, arm viens-)

a l l u r i n g

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- theodore nott

a/n: hullo, I have my midterm math exam on Monday so its all rushed and i barely have time to post but this has me screaming and crying all at once. i could not find any hardcore smut from a court of silver flames , I couldn't find any hardcore smut from court of silver flames, I'm so sorry abt that. the scene you're reading out loud is written by none other than @lustingbones, featuring Dick Grayson. I've written her fanfic in cursive so as to not get confused. she has single handedly created an obsession for nightwing in me. here's the link to the inspiration :) requests are forever open, luv, teddy

requested- yes

warnings- mf this is an advanced apology, i've never written smut. i've never even held someone's hand romantically, hell, i can't even keep eye contact, soft smut, fluffy, vulgar language, they both are minors, no protection is mentioned, it might make you uncomfortable, the reading of smut, the writing of smut

The sleeves of your black satin shirt had already fallen down your arms, the shirt itself was only being held up by two thin chains over your shoulder. it was basically as good as transparent, there wasn't a thing you couldn't see through it.

Theodore had leaned himself on his bedpost, his shirt was long gone. You were reading to him, your legs were on either side of his hips, your ass was cupped by his hand as he found utter joy in this situation. Your breasts were Infront of his face as he struggled not to get hard under you so quickly. Theo was never this grateful for being taller than you, he could just look down at you and get a perfect view. he wanted nothing more than to hold them in his hands and squeeze it or just rip the shirt off at this point.

"He moaned softly at the squelch of your cunt swallowing him, a creamy white ring surrounding the base of his cock every moment he pulled out."

your flingers grazed the hoops of his trousers, hooking them absentmindedly. sometimes they paused and was placed next to his hips.

“D-Dick, p-please baby-” a hitch in your voice. you could feel your pussy, but more than that, you could feel a lump in his pants.

"its so attractive when you say baby like that, but when i fuck you, its gonna be theo" he mumbled by leaning closer to your ear.

all you could do is nod as he signaled for you to continue.

“Gotta breed you baby.. Show all these fuckers that you’re mine and get you pregnant. You’d like that huh? All full with my baby, my cum deep inside this needy lil’ pussy, hm? You want that princess?” You felt him smirk against your skin as he never faltered, his cock reaching so deep inside you–fuck this man would be the end of you."

Theo's eyes were fixated on you. the way your voice was wavering, the way you squeezed your thighs, how a blush crept to your face. he loved how you got so shy with the pregnancy kink. it made him wonder if she had one herself.

"you're into that? why read about it when i can give you the full experience in 6D?"

you tried to waver him off, this was the last thing you needed in this situation

" "All I do is treat you so fuckin’ well, don’t I?” Dick mumbled as his fingers started to toy with your clit, his middle finger rubbing the sensitive nub in circles as he continued his brutal pace on your weeping cunt. “F-fuck..” he whined as he pulled away for a moment to look down at where the two of you were connected, his cum from earlier rounds already starting to pool onto the bedsheets and trailing down your thighs. “S’good to me, ya know that? Such a good girl..” Fuck it was starting to become too much for him, but it felt so fucking good.."

you could feel your own pussy throbbing. If you were being honest to yourself, you were thinking about you and Theodore. your head keeps going to the idea of him saying this to you, doing this to you and feeling him so hard just got you more turned on.

“G-Gonna come, Dee–fuck!” you whimpered as you fell back into the sheets with your face squished against the pillows, gripping the blanket into your hands tightly."

your palm grazed his veiny arms, has he been working out? they've gotten so big..

“F-fuckin’ come baby, come all over this cock..” He coos through clenched teeth, his nails lightly digging into your plush skin as his thrusts sped up."

from palms to fingernails, they slowly trail up his forearm and roamed around his chest.

"Whiney breaths leave your throat as your climax starts building, before the coil in your tummy finally snaps, your juices gushing around him as he let out a whine and threw his head back."

you find yourself adjusting to place your pussy right above his cock. you could see his face trying to not to show any signs of satisfaction. that was all you needed.

“C-Come inside me, Dick–please!” you squeal with your face squished into the pillow to muffle your needy whines as his cock twitched inside you."

all he could concentrate about is trying not to break character. his eyes fixated on the elegant curve of your back beneath the clear fabric. her rough voice ran through his head in circles. he lifted an arm from his side, letting it play with the bottom buttons, almost only leaving one left. The only thing covering you up.

“I know baby, I know–fuckk!” he groaned as you felt him release inside you, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls a creamy white, giving a few shallow thrusts before stilling inside you, pants and heavy breathing leaving both of your lips as you sat in silence."

you ran your arms down his abs, he loved your not so secret fixation you had for them. but you loved it more.

"You whine as you try to crawl away from his needy hands before he grabs you by the waist and pulls you back to flip you onto your back, a few pieces of his hair stuck to his forehead as he looks down at you with a grin painting his plush lips. Gosh it’s like he was trying to kill you."

“Said ya’ wanted to help me..” he cooed as he leant down with his lips ghosting over yours. "

“So, help me..”

Theodore was done. He gently picked the book from your hand and placed it on his nightstand. both his hands went under your thighs as to place you on the bed so he could tower over you, his chain dangling Infront of your eyes.

"hi handsome" you said peering up to him. you pulled his arm to examine it. his veins looked so hot, just absolutley lovley to have around you.

"hey beautiful"

you take his hand, a quiet smile made way too your face as you rest it on your breasts

Theodore felt your hands as it unzipped his trousers leaving him in boxers. your hand slid up and down his dick in slow strokes, just to drive him mad.

he takes her into my arms still kneeling, hitching your leg around his torso before pulling you as close as possible. The kisses you shared were soft, unbothered needy but never rushed.

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ghouljams · 11 months

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Cowboy time.

Ghost doesn't let you call him his name. It's his last line of defense against you and your intolerable ability to get under his skin. It drives you crazy. He introduces himself to everyone in town as Simon and yet you are forced to keep him at arms length. Even though he had you screaming his name when you first met him, if you so much as attempt to call him "Simon" he shuts it down immediately. You think he knows it bothers you too, but you're both too stubborn to bring it up.

Well that's just fine with you, you don't want to call him Simon anyway.

He really lives up to his call sign following you around town while you run errands. You didn't want to invite him but your dad insisted you needed an escort. Which Ghost thinks was a smart idea watching the way you lean over the counter and flirt with the shop keeper at every stop to try and get discounts. It takes everything in him to not throw you over his shoulder and haul you away from the lecherous stares those men fix you with.

It takes two stores for him to crack, and it's the puppy eyes you fix him with when you see the newly hatched chicks at the supply store. "Be good," he tells you, checking the neat little list you fixed for him against bags of feed.

"But look how cute they are," you pout, scooping up a chicken to show him. He glances at you, unamused.

"I've seen cuter," he hauls a bag of feed over his shoulder like it weighs nothing, "Be good and I'll give you a reward when we're done."

You roll your eyes and settle the chick back under the heat lamp, feeling Ghost close behind as you make your way to the counter to negotiate price. As soon as you start to flirt you feel Ghost's glare, hear his warning growl. You sigh and try to rely on whatever good will you have in town. It doesn't work as well. You'll have to redo you budgets if this keeps up, but you're good if only so you can see what Ghost has thought up as a reward.

When you finally finish all your shopping Ghost loads the truck, glaring at every other guy who offers a hand. You tug the cab door open and he reaches past you to shut it, leaning close.

"So you're just being a full on dick now?" You ask, turning to lean against the truck, trying to act like having him so close doesn't make your heart start to beat out of your chest.

"You want your reward or not? " He asks, tipping his head to one side, a brow raised like you're the one being difficult. You narrow your eyes at him, almost wishing you'd gotten the deals you wanted now.

"Depends on what it is"

"Eyes closed," you sigh and close your eyes, "open your mouth."

"You want me to get on my knees too?" You can't help the sarcastic comment, but Ghost is close enough you can almost feel his shoulders shaking with repressed laughter.

"Just open it."

You huff, and open your mouth, sticking out your tongue for good measure. Just to tease him. You feel him move, hear the rustle of fabric and then... and then.

His fingers press up against your jaw, holding you in place with a rough hand around your throat as his tongue slides against yours, licking once to edge it into his mouth, lips closing around the wet muscle before his tongue darts out again to lick into your mouth. Hot and insistent as he kisses you filthy, all tongue and teeth. He makes your head spin, your fingers twist into his shirt for something to hold onto. Ghost pulls away too soon, his tongue replaced by something hard and honeyed.

He's already walking away when you open your eyes, mask fixed back in place as he circles the truck to open the passenger door and climb in. You wonder which was the reward, the kiss or the sucker. You're still mad at him as you climb in and start up the truck.

"So... Si-"

"Nope."

You pout the rest of the way home.

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chososdiscordkitten · 3 months

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JJK Men Slow Dancing + Songs!

Choso, Hiromi, Nanami, Gojo, Toji, Geto

tw: none! SFW, Gn reader, no gendered pronouns, honey used once:P word count: 3.5k (a.n) Tumblr ate the ask, sorry anon who requested this :( I know anon asked for reader asking them to dance but I did my own thing sowy

Choso

Unchained Melody- The Righteous Brothers

You were cooking dinner for him, it was a lazy sunday evening. You were playing music from your phone while mincing vegetables, and Choso was sitting on the island watching you.

The song that he had deemed was yours and his started, hearing you hum the intro while cutting up some potatoes. Standing up quietly, walking up behind you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, his chin resting on the crook of your neck as he hummed the song in your ear. Hips slowly swaying back and forth in his grasp.

“Dance with me.” he whispered, making you halt your movements and place the knife onto the cutting board. Turning around to face him. Blushed cheeks and hazy eyes looking back at you.

Trailing your hand up his arm and past his shoulder. Landing it flat against the back of his neck, the other held his hand softly. His free hand holding you close to him by your waist.

Eye to eye as you kept swaying back and forth, his eyes looking at you with pupils in the shape of hearts. Smile of content on his lips as he stepped back, pulling you with him. Sloppy steps back and forth as he tried to let you lead.

Love sick eyes staring into yours as the song played, even if it wasn't precise or uniform, his movements were full of adoration and love. Knowing he found it endearing when you'd do what he asked, even if it was inconvenient.

Pressing his head to the side of yours, hearing him murmur the lyrics. Bodies pressed to one another as you closed your eyes, swaying slowly. His fingertips firm against your back, slowly pulling away from you and guiding you to do a slow spin before he held onto you once more.

So tight to make sure you couldn't evade him. Feeling time came to a halt, “Just you and me.” you mumbled, feeling him let out a small sigh of content.

Not being able to see it, but you knew there was a warm smile on his face. Pulling away from the crook of his neck, looking at his soft expression. Taking the hand that was on his nape and brushing away stray hairs from his face.

Tucking them behind his ear, “I knew watching those old films was a good idea.” you murmured, seeing him let out a stifled laugh. Clumsy feet trying to follow yours.

“All your ideas are good ideas.” he hummed, cheeks pink as you looked at him adoringly. Resting your hand on the side of his face, your fingers on his neck as your thumb made small circles on his cheek.

“Hungry?” you asked, tone low and almost a hum. Hearing him let out a small ‘mhm’, you leaned in to plant a soft kiss to his lips.

Pulling away and looking into his eyes, “I love you.” he whispered, placing another onto his parted lips.

“I love you too.” you hummed back. Feeling all the tenderness the world had formed between him and you in that moment.

‘Practicing for our wedding’ he told you the first time he asked you to dance with him. But when he realized he truly had no sense of how to waltz- he found himself asking you to help him frequently.

Because not only did he get to learn from you- but also those tender soft moments made te world taste sweeter to him. It was true, those old timey movies helped him in the flirting department. Making mental notes while watching them for the first time.

Higuruma

La Vie En Rose - Louis Armstrong

You were on a date with him, somehow leaving the restaurant he had invited you to and ending up at a bar. 10- maybe 11 at night, when the barkeep told both of you it was time to clear out, knowing it was a week day. Walking on the sidewalk as you held onto him for balance.

Hearing someone playing music across the street, you looked over and saw a crowd huddled around where the music was coming from. “Look-” you halted your steps, looking across the street. You were about to take a step down from the sidewalk to go see the musicians- but a speeding car made you retract your foot.

Earning a smiley “Careful-” from him as he pulled you from your elbow back to the sidewalk. “How bout you watch from a distance?” he smiled, looking into your eyes, trailing his hand down to hold onto yours.

Pulling you close to his chest, his other hand pressed against your back. Grasping your hand softly, a smile forming on your lips from his actions.

Taking a step forward, guiding you to take a step back. “I don't know how to dance-” you laughed, looking down to your feet to make sure not to step on his shoes. Looking back up at him, a loving stare looking back at you.

Hearing the song playing end, only to hear the soft intro to the song you always heard in the black and white films Hiromi liked to watch with you. Taking a step to the side, guiding you to move with him.

“It's a good idea not to look down.” he mocked with a smug smile, trying to contain the laugh that was forming in his chest. You raised your eyebrows sarcastically, all but saying ‘Oh?’ mockingly.

You kept flashing your eyes down to your feet as he leads you, the soft lyrics start to ring in your ears. Making your feet hesitate to move anytime you looked.

“Don't look down-” he huffed with a smile, making you snap your head back up to him. Swaying in a small circle slowly.

“I don’t wanna step on your shoes-” you grinned, an endearing smile on his lips.

Making a half laugh leave his chest, “Don't worry ‘bout that.” he hummed, making sure you kept your eyes on him.

“They don't matter to me.” he murmured. Eyes locked onto another as your feet finally stopped hesitating, trusting him enough to guide you. “There you go-” he praised, his tone making you smile, not feeling any more hesitation from you as he stepped back.

Earning a gratifying hum from you as he looked over your features.

With a smile you pressed the side of your face to his chest, hearing his heartbeat ring in your ears as you let out a content sigh.

Closing your eyes as your feet moved without thinking. His hand pressing you close to him. Swaying in a small circle in the middle of the sidewalk, hearing cars muddy the music anytime they passed. Feeling Hiromi’s hums vibrate through his chest as the song came to its end. Feeling his feet continue to move, long after the song had ended.

“There's no more music Hiromi-” you smiled, pulling away from his chest and looking back up at him. Seeing him look over and see the crowd of people had gone, and the musicians were packing up.

Looking back to you with furrowed eyebrows. “Let's just stay like this for a while longer, hm?” he asked, already knowing your answer. Placing your ear back to his chest, feeling him press you closer to his heavy beating heart.

Nanami

Only You (And You Alone) - The Platters + I'm In The Mood For Love - Julie London

You were making dinner for him, a vinyl record of his favorite songs you had gifted him playing in the living room. Knowing he'd be home in a few minutes. You looked in the mirror, making sure your hair looked perfect.

Knowing how much he liked when you greeted him at the door. Hearing the door knob start to move- taking a big step to the counter and picking up the glass of scotch you had poured for him. Walking to the door and seeing him pull it open. Smile forming the second he saw you.

“Welcome home.” you hummed, taking his briefcase from his hand and replacing it with the glass in yours.

“Aren't you a dream?” he hummed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Grabbing onto your hand as you led him to the kitchen, hearing him place the glass down on the counter while you passed it.

Turning around and looking at him, placing his briefcase on the couch. Feeling him pull you closer, hearing the start of one of his favorite songs start. “Dance with me.” you mumbled, feeling his hand on your waist.

Furrowing his eyebrows and feeling your hand roam up to his broad shoulder, “What for, hm?” he cooed, feeling you start to sway.

“Food isn't done yet.” you murmured, feeling him start to sway with you. Warm smile forming on his face, precise movements as he led you to step back, just tired enough to play into your ideas.

Feeling his hand hold you close, looking into his eyes as he stepped back softly. “What’d you make?” he murmured, making you smile,

“Your favorite-” you hummed, making him give a small smile.

“You really are a dream.” he praised, lips parted as you looked at him. “Thank you honey.” you hummed, making him look at you lovingly.

“How was your day?” you hummed, seeing him sigh softly.

“Better now.” his voice vibrated through your ears feeling warmth flood your cheeks. Leaning up and placing a soft kiss to his lips, pulling away as the song rang through your ears.

“And you? How was your day?” he hummed noses brushing against each other, breathing the same air. Y

ou smiled with a hum, “Better now-” feeling him press his lips to yours softly. Being able to see his tiredness in his eyes. Feeling your touch charge him with energy, the song making this moment feel straight out of a movie. Thinking that it is truly only you, half lidded eyes admiring your features.

Suddenly very aware of how your hand felt against his, smiling before pressing himself closer to you. His head on the crook of your neck as he slowly swayed, “My one and only you-” he hummed along with the song. H

earing it come to its end, the next song starting to play. “The food should be done now-” you hummed, feeling his hands go unmoved.

“Just a while longer.” he whispered, looking at him softly before murmuring a small ‘okay.’ Placing your head on his chest, hearing him hum the tune.

Closing your eyes in content as he swayed you. The hand on your back caressing small circles as his shoes clacked against the hardwood floor.

The distant feeling of exhaustion forgotten as you healed him with your touch. Closing his eyes, his humming vibrating against your face.

Gojo

Dream a Little Dream of Me - Elle fitzgerald, Louis Armstrong

Gojo had been out of town on a mission for a few days. You weren't expecting him to come home till tomorrow, you were making lunch for one. Music played lowly from the tv as you swayed in your pj’s, heavy rain hitting the floor to ceiling windows.

Cloudy weather making you feel somewhat melancholy. Standing there making eye contact with the sad grilled cheese on the stove. Hearing the door knob jiggle, you looked over. Seeing it violently moving, taking a step away from the stove. Hearing the lock turn and the door burst open, eyes going wide when you saw a white haired surprise.

“I’m homee-” he sighed. Making you speed walk over, wrapping your arms around him. Inhaling the light hint of his cologne.

The minute he stepped in, the next song played. Making him let out a small laugh, his arms wrapping around you. The rain easing up as the droplets slid down the windows. “I missed you-” you mumbled into his chest.

“I can tell-” he laughed, hearing the lyrics from the television. “Don't tell me you were dreaming about me?” he teased, making you look up at him with a bugged expression.

“Fine- I won't miss you from now on.” you joked, pulling away from him. The sun peaking through the clouds as you felt his hand pull you back to him, looking into your eyes.

“Miss me everytime i'm gone, okay?” he hummed, holding your hand up and wrapping his other hand behind your back. Resting your hand on his bicep as he took a step forward, following his steps as the song played.

Precise movements as he leaned down to press a soft his to your forehead, whispering the lyrics. ‘Dream a little dream of me-’ as you pressed your head to his collar.

Swaying back and forth, “I know it's serious when you're listening to your old people music.” he mumbled, making vibrations rumble to your head. Knowing him he said that with a stupid smile on his face.

“Toru?” you asked, pulling from his chest and looking into his picturesque eyes that looked back at you with so much love. Sun beaming through the damp windows as you scanned his soft features. Hearing him let out a hum in response.

“You miss me too?” you grinned, almost teasingly. Seeing him nod his head with a stupid smile, pulling you back to his chest.

Swaying back and forth as he let out a small laugh, “Sometimes-” he teased, hearing the end of the song ring through his ears as you smelled burning.

Pulling away from him and gasping. “My grilled cheese!” you cried out, walking towards the smoking stove. Flipping the sandwich and seeing it was charred.

Mouth slack jawed as you mourned the loss. “C’mon don't sulk-” he laughed, turning off the stove. “I'll get you some real food.” he smiled, patting your back as the sun made your pout even more evident.

“This was real food.” you retorted. Tossing the burnt sandwich in the trash.

“Two pieces of bread and a single slice of cheese is not food.” he argued, tone a little too sassy for your tastes.

“Don’t sass me, sir.” you hummed, seeing him take a step closer to you. His hand trailing up the side of your face. Leaning down and blinking his eyes shut, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I missed you too.” he hummed, looking into your eyes with a sweet smile.

Toji

You mean everything to me - Neil Sedaka

You were on the couch, reading a book on one end and Toji sitting beneath your calves on the other end. You were so distracted by the book in your hands you hadn't noticed Toji’s head was thrown back, eyes closed as his thumb caressed your shin.

Your phone connected to the tv playing quiet music so you could read with something in the background. You furrowed your eyebrows and peaked above the top of the book. Not knowing why he was just sitting there, he was awake too.

“Toji-” you called out, seeing him snap his head back upwards and look over to you. Raising his eyebrows asking you ‘What?’ a small smile appears on your lips, “You bored or something?” you huffed, seeing his droopy eyes.

Toji nodded his head no, dismissing your curiosity and closing his eyes once more.

“Just thinkin.” he stated, the corner of his mouth rising slowly. You shook your head, looking back down to your book, but you couldn't keep from flashing your eyes back up to look at him.

Wondering what he could be thinking about, “I can feel you staring at me-” he huffed, making you look back down to your book. Mumbling a quiet apology.

Looking down to the pages, not reading them. Just pondering what on earth he could be thinking about, knowing he wasn't usually shy about sharing his thoughts or opinions.

Looking up from your book and seeing now he was staring at you, furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips. Now he was wondering what you could be thinking of. The beginning of the song making a small smirk form on your lips.

Irking his head, all but asking you what you were thinking of. You shrugged “This song reminds me of you.” you mumbled, looking down to your book and changing the conversation.

He peaked a brow, listening to the lyrics. You put your book down and pulled your legs from his lap, standing up and looking down at him, holding a hand out.

“Dance with me.” you smiled, seeing him look up at you with a sour expression.

“Why?” he grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest. You huffed with a smile, reaching for his hand and guiding him to stand. Slumped shoulders and heavy hands as he looked at you with a pout.

“Don't be a brat- doesn't look good for someone of your age.” you teased, grabbing his hands and guiding one onto your hip. Seeing him roll his eyes with a huff, holding his hands in place.

So hesitant that he left a space between you, almost like you were in a middle school dance ‘leave enough room for god’ as the teachers would say. Y

ou straightened your back, taking a step back as he reluctantly followed. Feeling his shoulder tense below your palm as you smiled.

“Don't be so tense-” you demanded, his face trying to suppress a small smile. His feet finally got the hang of the slow steps you took. Mumbling small praises as you felt him ease up.

The corners of his mouth threatening to peak, you rested your head to his chest, being able to hear how fast his heart was beating. Toji’s feigned stoic demeanor he tried to show you crumbling, his calloused hand holding yours gently.

“Toji?” you mumbled, feeling his heart pound at your voice. “

What?” he tried to sound annoyed, making small circles back and forth as the song played quietly. Pulling from his chest and looking to his face, pouty lips and furrowed brows looking back at you. With a small hint of pink forming on his cheeks.

“You're blushing.” you whispered, seeing him squint his eyes.

“M’not.”

“And your hearts beating awfully fast.” you hummed, trailing your hand to the side of his face.

Thumb trailing beneath his jawline, Toji scoffed, “Creep.” he murmered, making you let out a small giggle before placing your head back to his chest.

Feeling the hand on your back press you closer to him, uncaring if you could see through his feigned annoyance.

Geto

Anyone Who Knows What Love Is - Irma Thomas

You were finishing a film you had started yesterday with him before bed. He was reading while claiming he was watching it. Head on your lap as you sit on the couch. Running your fingers through his hair. The end scene made you smile, two old people slow dancing in their bedroom.

“Look Suguru-” you smiled, making him look over his book to the film. “It's us in 30 years.” you grinned, making him look up at you with a soft smile.

"And why can't that be us now?” he hummed, making you perk a brow.

He sat up, shuffling on the couch before standing up, pulling you up with him. “For starters- we aren't 75.” you smiled, taking his hand into yours.

Straightening his back with a huff from his nose in amusement. “Let's pretend we are.” he retorted, the song playing while the credits to the music panned on the tv. He took a step back, stiff and in an attempt to be precise.

Stumbling on your feet as he tried mimicking what the film showed.

“Your dancing is off, mister.” You teased, being able to tell he was stumbling on his steps as he tried to find the rhythm.

“That's why we’re practicing for when we are 75.” he hummed, trying to focus on his steps without looking down to his feet. Coming close to his face, noses almost brushing against each other, “By 75 I'll be perfect.” he muttered, eyes staring into yours as you smiled.

His feet finally found a steady motion, whisking you in slow circles around the couch as you hummed praises, “Looks like you got it down now.” you whirred, his hand on your back holding you close to him.

Your hand on his lower bicep as his delicate fingers laced with yours. Mouthing the lyrics while looking into your eyes, leaning down and pressing his forehead to yours, closing his eyes and focusing on your warmth. Following him and closing your eyes, small smile on your lips as the song played.

A sigh falling from your lips as he eased up, “I told you I'd have it down by 75.” he mumbled, making you let out a small laugh.

Pulling from him, extending yourself with his hand in yours. Twirling back to him, his chest pressed against your back as his hands wrapped around you. Humming lowly in your ear, as he swayed you both back and forth.

Being able to feel his breathing cross against your ear. Feeling him pull away from your shoulder, and press a soft kiss to your ear. Undoing you from his arms as you faced him, light from the tv illuminating his soft features.

Smile on his lips as you found the rhythm again, his hand splayed against your back softly as you scanned his face.

I restrained myself a bit on Choso's, If I didn't it would end up being 3k words bruh. my favorite was hiromis hehehehe

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avidfics · 4 months

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Moving On

summary: Soccer player abby finds out you're going on a date and is unhappy about it.

warnings: possessive abby; slightly mean; fluff; some suggestive content; kissing; thighs

a/n: happy new year! this is me manifesting a buff woman for 2024

abby let out a grunt as she pushed past a defensive player. There were only a few minutes left of soccer practice but she still had the energy to continue for another hour. Her team was in a good groove, the sun was out, and her girl was stopping by to chat after practice. She took a split second to squint against the sun to scan the crowd of spectators, and a wide smile broke across her face when she saw you, her girl, watching the practice by your parked car.

She might’ve begun going all out now that she knew you were watching. In the last minute, she helped her team gain another point. “Damn, Abby.” One of her teammates gave a sly look. “Trying to show off for your girlfriend or something?” The rest of her teammates laughed along. They knew you and abby weren’t technically an item, but everyone knew abby had claimed you and she didn’t see a need to correct them. “Nah, no showing off is necessary. My girl already knows I’m the best player on the field.” Her team playfully booed her off the field, as she grabbed her gear and jogged over to where you sat overlooking the field on the back of your pickup truck.

abby didn’t know if she was an ass or tits person, but when it came to you, she loved whatever piece of skin you showed for that day. And today? You wore skimpy gym shorts that had magically crawled up higher on your legs because of your seated position. The damn shorts were so tiny it exposed the flesh at the top of your thighs. She licked her lips as she desperately tried not to imagine taking the fat of your thighs in her rough hands and squeezing them, kissing them to discover any sensitive spots.

Luckily you hopped off the truck bed to greet her and she didn’t have to be distracted by the thought of plush thighs. “Great practice, abs!” You threw both arms around her bulky form in a hug and abby took full advantage, circling your waist and spinning you around. Her core tightened when your giggle sang out.

“Get a room!” The playful jeer is called out by her approaching teammates. “Y/N if you’re unsatisfied by abby and ever want to try another soccer player you just let us know.” You laugh at their exaggerated wink, not seeing abby shoot a hard look at her friends.

Without saying anything, she slings her arm over your shoulder, curling her body into yours in a possessive hold. Your checks flame at the intimate attention. “Please, we’re just friends. She gets enough attention from her fan club.” Even as you try to deny what’s obvious to everyone else, abby’s other hand starts to play with you in little ways that make your thoughts scramble, playing with the hoop of your earring, tugging on a piece of your hair, leaning her head against your head as if suddenly very tired.

You clear your throat and hope no one hears how loud your heart is beating. If it beated any faster you’d need an ambulance. “Actually, please wish me luck, I have a date tonight.”

The silence from the once rowdy group is deafening. Scarier is abby’s sudden frozen movements.

A timid “Congrats” from a teammate is sharply interrupted by the jarring laughter coming from abby. Her once warm presence leaves your side to pace in front of you. Her restless hands running over her ponytail, taking it down, and creating a tumble of hair onto her broad shoulders. “Is this a joke? Because you’ve been funnier.”

You straighten at the outlaudish way she’s questioning your approaching date. “This might be a shock but some people actually consider me desirable and want to date me.” For months you’d sent hints of your desiree for more to abby and in response she’d continue to keep you at arms length. The rejection, combined with the countless girls she actually did fuck, had finally pushed you to your limit so when a girl from another college asked you out, you gave in and said yes.

Her teammates left the escalating sitation in a noiseless retreat. Leaving only you, with wobbling knees, and a very pissed off team captain.

“People?” Narrow eyes make you advert your eyes. “You got a whole roster of people fucking you that I don’t know about?” Before you could stop you pushed at her chest, eyes wide in outrage.

The rebuff seemed to clear abby’s mind because an apology immediately floods out her mouth and she takes several deep breaths to clear her red vision.

Her kinder expression and domineering approaching steps causes you to retreat till your back is flush against your truck. abby’s entire frame blocks you in but she only give an impish smile as she takes both your hands within her grip, playfully yanking them behind her back. “Obviously I know you’re hot as fuck. That’s why I’m so concerned. Just tell me their name and I’d feel alot better about letting you go.”

Like you’d fall for that.

A small chuckle falls from your lips as you pull your hands away and scoot from under abby to get into your car. “abby you’re not ‘letting’ me go anywhere. I’m grown and your not getting their name to cyber stalk them. This is my date and what I decide to do with whoever is none of your concern.”

As you settled into the driver seat, abby began to panic as the feeling of control slipped out of her hands. She stopped the door before you fully closed it and yanked it back open. “Let me at least drive you to the restaurant.” she pleaded.

“None of your concern.” you sang as you moved to push her out the way. But before you could, a hard hand gripped the back of your neck and roughly brought your lips to hers. The shock kept you still as a statue but abby didn’t seem to mind as she took charge and sensuously moved her lips against yours. You could taste the remaining sweat from practice on her lips. Before pulling away she gave a quick swipe of her tongue against your bottom lip and gave a final goodbye peak to your still wet bottom lip. “You’ll always be my concern. Good luck on your date.”

#abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby tlou #abby anderson #abby anderson fic #abby x reader

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ghostlyangels1204 · 2 months

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Simon would make a good dog dad- that's it, that's where my mind is rn <3

“Absolutely not”.

Price was full of shit. That much he knew. And with this new bright idea, Simon’s new concern had been confirmed. His Captain had absolutely gone mad. One too many bumps on the head, he reasoned, had dealt too much damage- pair that with his ‘old age’, and Simon considers sending him to a care home.

There was no doubt in his mind- he was not having a slobbering, shitting furry nuisance by his side 24/7. What the hell was Price thinking? “I don’t need no’ furry mongrel. I’m a soldier not a dog walker Cap’.”, “The K9 handler’s wife just gave birth- fella needs time off, so I thought, why not give her to the softest soldier I know?” He knew Price was pulling his leg. “Just give it a week, eh Si? Seven days and if you want rid of her, she’s gone and some other poor sod can have her to cuddle at night.”

He stares down at the puppy, no more than a few months old, who is happily chomping down on the laces of the captain’s boots. Looking up, he meets the eyes of Price, “If it shits in my boots once, I’m handing it to you personally.”

The first few days went as expected, Simon wanted to die.

4am scratching at the door to go potty. Stealing his boxers when he needed to get dressed, (Johnny took extra entertainment at that one- even forming an alliance with the puppy to hide his clothes from him during his shower- he got two weeks of cleaning the barracks for that one), and she seemed to have a special fixation on everyone’s shoe laces, nipping and tugging at the cotton until blood flow was cut-off from them being wound too tight. He wasn’t made for the level of patience required. Sure, he had to deal with new recruits daily- their brazen, ‘-I-know-it-all’ attitudes that would someday get them killed… but shouting at them would result in at least a modicum of change.

That result cannot happen as easily with dogs.

But Price began to notice a shift. The team sat down for dinner, exhausted after a hell of a long day of drills. One person was missing from the table, however, Simon. They reasoned that he must be showering or something. But when he enters the mess hall, they notice the ‘small sergeant’ by his side- head bopping up and down as she patters next to her foster handler. He sits down with a huff, and she dives down under the table, spinning in circles before curling up next to Simon’s feet. She rests her head on the toe of his boots before closing her eyes.

“She needed a run around- little mutts’ wound up. Won’t sleep tonight if I don’t tire her out…”

The rest of the men smirk to themselves- Price always knew to trust his intuition.

And when day seven came around, Simon didn’t mention anything. Price knew he never forgets anything, so he was actively avoiding it. Avoiding having to admit he maybe, just maybe… liked having her around. He knocks twice on his office door, a gruff, “come in” allowing him to enter the Lieutenant’s space. Price does a quick scan of the room, eyes landing on the prize.

She’s cuddled up on a bed Simon had ordered for her, the pastel pink standing out like a sore thumb in Simon’s dull, grey office. The bed is nicer than his own, two blankets decked out with floral patterns covering the pillowy surface, a small teddy bear tucked under her chin as she sleeps the evening away.

One look is all Price needs, his eyes plead both, “Don’t even start,” with, “Please don’t make me give her up.”

“Made a friend?” Price teases, opting for a softer approach. He has no intent of taking her away, just wants his soldier to admit, that maybe he in fact, was wrong.

“Like you wouldn’t believe…”

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#cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #ghost cod #simon riley fluff #simon riley headcanons #simon riley #Price #john price #captain price #mw2 #simon riley dog #simon riley imagine #simon riley headcanon

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lunarmoves · 7 months

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"friend! what do you wa— oh! well you're looking awfully dapper tonight!"

your eyes flick up on your bathroom mirror to meet with bright, white optics in the reflection behind you. sun has stuck his head through the open doorway, rays spinning slightly as he looks up and down your tidied up form. you try not to fidget too much, but you're unsuccessful under his surveying stare.

"is it too much?" you ask with a sheepish smile as you turn around, arms splayed out slightly at your sides to showcase your outfit. it's the cleanest and the fanciest you've got in your wardrobe—once you'd brushed out all the dust, that is. your bathroom counter is a mess of bottles and wet wipes from your attempts to neaten up your appearance as much as you could.

sun hums intriguingly as he steps further into the little room. he has to hunch slightly to accommodate his height, his topmost rays pulling towards his faceplate. he bends forward at the waist to meet your gaze at a better level, one of his hands moving up to the bottom of his face in an attempt to look thoughtful.

you can feel, more than see, his blank eyes rove across your body. "'too much'? of course not, friend! we have never seen you dressed like this before!" his head cocks to the side and it takes all your willpower not to feel self-conscious under his unrelenting stare. his eyes suddenly upturn into crescents as his smile widens. "go on, give us a little spin!"

you roll your eyes in good nature but oblige with his request, spinning around slowly in a little circle as he oohs and ahhs.

he claps exuberantly once you've made a full turn. a warm feeling encompasses your cheeks at his praise. you didn't even do much. "wonderful! gorgeous!" sun sways happily side to side, eyes nearly closed in his delight. his excitement for you is nearly contagious. "you look stunning, my dear! trying to impress someone, hm?"

this little flatterer. you make an oh, you! gesture and turn back around to the mirror so you can double check your reflection once more. stray hair tucked back into place. white spot picked at on your chin. you contemplate the fine details of your skin. "i promised my friend a while ago that i'd let her set me up on a blind date. she finally cashed in last night." you nod to yourself in the mirror, then glance up at sun when you notice him suddenly go still. "you okay, buddy?"

his smile stretches thin. "blind date?" there's an oddness to his voice that you can't quite place, but you brush it off all the same.

"yeah, i'm supposed to meet them at some fancy restaurant." you shrug and straighten out your clothes for what feels like the umpteenth time. you're nitpicking, you know you are. might as well get a move on. “my friend sent me the address earlier. it was kind of a last minute thing.” you eye the mess on the counter and decide to leave cleaning up for later. it’ll make you late otherwise.

sun doesn’t say anything, just looks down at you as you pivot on your heel to head out of the bathroom. he’s in your way, however, and you raise an eyebrow up at him as he clasps his hands tightly together. “uh, is something wrong?” did he reboot? wouldn’t be the first time that has happened. a small frown tugs at your lips, your brows creased in worry.

there’s a beat of silence where all he does is tilt his head slightly—like he’s listening to something over his shoulder. and before you can say anything else, he reaches a long arm out and promptly flicks the bathroom light-switch off.

the abrupt darkness makes you blink a few times, grinding gears and metal shifting in front of you until two hands reach out to grasp at your shoulders and a new light just above your head paints your vision in ruby.

“with whom?” moon hisses out as he presses his faceplate closer to you. you squint up at him and brush away his grip.

“wouldn’t be a blind date if i knew, moon,” you say with an amused chuckle. he growls something lowly, but you don’t quite hear it with your beeline out of the bathroom. the rest of the apartment’s lights are still on, so you do moon a favor and flick them off as you pass by the switches. the dewy moonlight seeping in through the open windows is enough to guide your way.

moon slinks after you as you head towards the front door so you can grab your jacket hanging on a hook nearby and slip on your shoes. he’s unhappy, you can tell, but you haven’t got the time to decipher his thoughts and figure out why. it could just be an off day for him. maybe some time away will help.

you can hear moon grumble something behind you. it makes you turn around to look at him expectantly. he hesitates for only a second, then seems to curl farther into the large hoodie he has on.

"you don't dress like this at home," he eventually says quietly, an almost pout lining his voice. petulant, almost. he's not quite looking at you. "we didn't know you h—" he cuts himself off, choking down the rest of what he wants to say.

you cock your head slightly, confusion starting to seep into your expression. "well, no," you reply lightly. he still won't look at you, but you don't take it to heart. "haven't got a reason to, really. takes effort, you know?" you shake your head and miss the small twitch of his faceplate.

"anyways, i should be back in a couple of hours," you tell him as you pat down your pockets to ensure you have your belongings. phone, wallet, keys... you're all set. you open the door and step out into the cool evening air, calling out one final time to moon. "please don't burn the apartment down while i'm gone!" and with that, you're gone, not even a final glance tossed behind you.

there's a quiet, quiet moment where moon stands in the darkness of your living room. staring at the front door you'd just disappeared beyond. the apartment feels cold, somehow. ruby eyes flick over to the couch and accompany coffee table in front of it, a selection of movies scattered atop its smooth surface. a cup of tea, still warm with wispy smoke rising from it, rests patiently on an embroidered coaster sun made not too long ago. its fate tonight will be at the bottom of the sink instead of in the depths of a belly.

moon frowns. and after a prod from sun, he looks back to the front door, still and waiting. there's no hesitation as he tugs up his hood over his head and slinks over to the door so he can open it and slip after you in the quiet shadows of the night.

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somekindofpoet · 1 year

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Spin Me Round

Summary: Reader plays spin the bottle with the Scream gang

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: 18+NSFW!, Language, smut

A/N: This was meant to be drabble and I got carried away…as usual. Writing Tara as not non Ghostface was so weird but I kind of loved it. Also I wrote this on my phone so if the format is weird I’ll fix it later. Based on the prompt from @jennasslut

The Carpenter’s apartment is dim, the overhead lights off and the table lamps emitting a soft glow. Beer bottles rest on every flat surface, sticky rings leaving marks on the wood. A pop song plays in the background, the melody full of quiet bass.

Tara, Mindy, Chad, Anika, Quinn and Ethan all sit in a circle on the living room floor with you wedged between Chad and Mindy. Mindy reaches for the empty beer bottle in the middle of the circle and spins it. The group laughs and jokes, watching the bottle turn lazily. It stops, pointing at Quinn.

Mindy smirks, “What’ll it be Quinn? Truth or Dare?”

Quinn narrows her eyes at Mindy, a daring smile on her face, “Truth.”

“Yesssss,” Mindy hisses, her eyes bright. “I’ve been waiting for this one all night. But these chicken shits,” she pauses and pointedly stares at each face, “never pick truth.”

“That’s because you ask truly horrifying questions.” Chad grumbles.

Mindy reaches around your shoulders and slaps him on the back of his head, making him flinch away from you. She turns back to Quinn, a devious glint in her eye.

“Who do you think would be best in bed, Quinn?”

Quinn rolls her eyes, smirking like it’s the easiest question she’d ever been asked. “Please, we all know it’s me.”

“Uh uh, no picking yourself that’s a cop out,” Anika chides, earning a kiss on the cheek from Mindy.

“Fine,” Quinn says, “If it’s not me it’s gotta be y/n.”

You perk up, your chest puffing in pride. Across the circle from you, Tara snorts audibly.

“What?” You ask, frowning at her. “You don’t think so?”

The group simultaneously ooooooh’s at your challenge. The tension between the two of you has been high for weeks, but neither of you have had the sense to make a move on one another.

You’re absolutely terrified that Sam will hang you out her window by your ankles if you even dared to try something with her sister. Why Tara hadn’t tried though, is a mystery to you. Probably something to do with her well earned trust issues.

Tara scoffs, “You’re a teddy bear, no way you’re the best in bed.”

You place your hand over your chest, acting more hurt than you actually were, “Okay, first of all, ow. Second, who you you think would be best?”

Mindy elbows you before Tara can reply, “Hey, I’ve got to say that besides myself and Anika, I think y/n probably has it in the bag.”

“Thank you!” You turn to her, wrapping your arm around her in a side hug.

Chad and Ethan laugh, but keep their mouths shut. They know better than to put their asses in the crossfire. Tara never gets to answer and you’re disappointed. She looks relieved though, grinning down into her beer bottle.

Quinn spins, and the group watches it circle around with bated breath and wide eyes. Your heart nearly leaps out of your chest when it slows to a stop pointing at Tara. She grimaces, drinks her beer, and waits for Quinn to ask the question.

“Okay Tara, you know what’s up. Truth, or dare?”

Tara squeezes her eyes shut, her nervous smile baring her teeth, “Dare.”

“Booooo,” Mindy heckles her. Anika slaps her thigh.

You switch between watching Tara and watching Quinn, curious about what she’s going to cook up. Tara glances at you for a split second, and you can feel heat rising in your cheeks. Your stomach flips when she bites her lip and looks back to Quinn.

You can tell Quinn has come up with something good. Her face says it all, and she leans forward.

“Tara, I dare you to prove me wrong.”

The circle goes quiet, jaws hanging open as they realize what she’s saying. It takes you longer than the others; you look around with a clueless expression on your face as they all stare between you and Tara.

“You owe Quinn your life,” Mindy says under her breath, leaning in so only you can hear.

You’re still confused, until your eyes land on Tara. She’s watching you, considering something heavily. She looks back to Quinn and nods, and it clicks in your head.

Prove her wrong. Prove Quinn wrong that you’re not the best in bed…oh shit. Tara is thinking about it, you can see it. You don’t know if you should be terrified or fucking ecstatic. If Tara agrees, Mindy is right. You owe Quinn big time.

Tara finishes her beer, sets it aside with clear intent. She pushes herself to her feet, crosses the circle and holds her hand out to you. Decision made.

You gulp, glance past Tara’s legs at Quinn. Mindy shoves you.

“Go you idiot.”

You take Tara’s hand and let her help you stand, your heart racing. She pulls you back through the circle and toward the hall where her bedroom is. You look back at your friends and they’re all cheering, shooting you thumbs up and clapping. By the time Tara has dragged you out of the room they go back to the game, continuing without you.

Tara is a woman on a mission, pulling you along. You try not to stumble behind her, obediently following her to her room. She shuts the door behind you and brushes past you to sit on her bed.

You stand at the door, a little awkward and unsure. Tara raises her eyebrows expectantly, waiting.

“Do you really…wait what is happening right now?” You ask, hesitant.

Tara grins, holds out her hand toward you, “I planned on proving Quinn wrong, but hopefully, you can prove me wrong.”

The look in her eyes tells you she’s dead serious. You take her outstretched hand, and she pulls you down, lying back on her bed. You brace yourself with your hands around her head and lean into her, stopping just inches from her lips. Her eyes search your face, then she closes the gap.

Her lips are so soft, warm on yours. She closes her eyes and pulls you into her. You let your weight settle over her, pressing into her body. Her tongue runs over your lips, and all the pent up sexual tension between you breaks. You throw yourself into it, kissing her like you’ve wanted to for weeks. Her hands roam over your arms, down your sides. You push your leg between hers and rock into her, suddenly feeling too hot.

The clothes between you are quickly departed with in a haze of hurried hands, wet kisses and wanton sighs. You pause over her, appreciating her naked body for the first time. You’ve wanted this so badly, it feels a lot like you’re dreaming. It’s only a short, hushed moment, and then it snaps, the lust between the two of you crackling like electricity in the air.

You’re both rushing, hands frantic, and mouths messy. You’ve forgotten that you have a point to prove, forgotten about your friends sitting in the living room. The only thing that feels real now is Tara. And just how badly you want to touch her.

Your lips are on her neck, and her hand is around the back of your neck, her fingers sliding into your hair. Your leg presses into her, and you can feel how wet she is when she rolls her hips up into you. Her hushed whimpers drive you into a frenzy, your mouth descending to her breasts, your hand sliding down her side. She grips your hair tight in her fingers when you suck on her nipple, making her gasp.

Your fingers find their destination between her legs and you pause, looking up at her.

She nods her consent, adding a desperate, “Yes, yes please.”

She’s so wet, and so tight around the single finger you push inside of her that it makes you both moan. She pulls you back to her lips, kissing you recklessly, biting your bottom lip. You add another finger, and her nails drag down your back. When you curl your fingers, she squirms under you, her whole body responding to you.

She tilts her head back, her lips swollen and parted, her breathing fast. You dip your head down to suck on her neck, searching for a reaction and repeating it when it comes.

“Have you changed your mind yet?” You ask, your voice low in her ear.

She groans, her nails digging into your shoulder, “Fuck, y/n, keep doing that and I’ll admit it.”

You smile against her skin, and decide to go double or nothing. With the initial fervor gone you can think more clearly, and as much as you’ve already enjoyed fucking Tara, you now have a point to prove.

You kiss your way down her body, your fingers still steadily stroking her g spot until you’re settled between her legs. You don’t bother teasing her, she’s already worked up enough. If she’s loud enough though, she won’t have to tell anyone in the next room what she thinks of you. They’ll know.

With that thought in mind, you duck your head and wrap your lips around her clit, sucking hard. The sound that leaves her throat is akin to something holy. It simmers through your whole body, tingling your ears all the way down to your toes. You’ve settled with being a sinner, if sex with Tara is your absolution.

She writhes under you, her hands unable to reach for you and settling on gripping the sheets instead. Your name leaves her lips and something white hot sits in your belly, ready to shatter. You feel it building when she clenches around your fingers, pushing her hips up into you.

Her breath catches in her throat, her hips stutter and her body locks up, her back arches off the bed and her fists clench at the sheets. She comes unraveled around you, whining and shivering. You wait until she comes down before pulling out of her, kissing her stomach and crawling back up the bed.

You lie on your back to her side, both of you trying to catch your breath. She turns her head to look at you, a dopey smile on her face. She rolls into you, throwing a leg over your waist and tuckers herself into the crook of your neck, her breath warm on your skin.

You turn your head to smile down at her as your breathing finally begins to slow. “Well, what’s the verdict.”

She giggles, hiding her face, “We might have to try again, to be really sure.”

“I’m in. But I think after that, every neighbor in town is gonna know what you think about me.”

She slaps your arm, her face heating up. You laugh, feeling proud of yourself.

“Should be go back to the party?” You ask her, hoping for her to say no.

“Why? So you can gloat? No. They’ll see themselves out.”

“Quinn does love it when she’s right.”

#jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x fem!reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x reader

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tinyluvs · 8 months

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Hotch fluff!! How about reader and Hotch both having a hard work week and just finding comfort in each other, like a quiet night in full of snuggles and coziness

i got youu, i love this so much thank you, enjoy! ♡

aaron hums lazily to himself while he washes up, shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows while his tie hangs loosely under his collar. you creep up behind him, softly circling your hands around his waist, "hello," you whisper simply, resting your forehead between his shoulder blades

"hi sweetheart," aaron replies, looking over his shoulder briefly. you tighten your arms around him, squeezing gently, "you okay?" he asks

you nod your head against his back, crinkling his shirt slightly as you do, "just feel like i haven't seen you this week," you admit, your body leaning with his as he reaches to dry his hands on a tea towel

he turns in your arms before taking your head in his hands, "well, jack's at a sleepover so we have all of tonight to ourselves,” he explains, lips pressed against your forehead, “sound good?"

lightly you drag your nails down his forearms, "as long as you promise not to ask me how my work week was," you puff out a breath, eyes fluttering shut while you think about your week from hell

aaron's work week has been just as bad, you can just tell, so naturally, he hums in agreement, "deal," he whispers, resting his chin on the top of your head, his arms sliding around your neck to pull you closer

"i need a shower," you mumble, voice muffled by his chest

your boyfriend steps away from you, his fingers tangling with yours as he leads you out of the kitchen, "we can shower, come on," he says softly when you get to the bathroom

peeking around his body you watch as he turns the water on before fiddling with the taps. once he's satisfied he turns around, fingers grabbing at the hem of your shirt to pull it upwards over your head

by the time you're both undressed and stepping into the shower, the rooms filled with a hot fog. silently aaron turns you, your back facing him so he can rake his fingers through your hair, blunt nails drag against your scalp

"feels nice,” you hum, tilting your head back and into his hold. he doesn't respond as he moves down your body, soapy fingers massaging over your skin until you’re scrubbed clean and then, you return the favour

aaron smiles softly when you stand on your tip toes to reach his hair but takes the opportunity to steal a quick kiss, leaving you gasping with surprise against his lips, your fingers pressing into his sides to keep you from slipping

when you're dried and warm aaron disappears, coming back moments later with a small stack of pyjama's, "do you want to watch television?" he asks, pulling a shirt over his head

"don't care what we do, as long as you're there," you say quietly, stepping into your, aaron’s, joggers. after getting redressed you follow aaron back to the living room, flopping down into your corner of the couch

he turns the television on, scrolling through channels until he finds something to leave on before turning to you, "come here," he grumbles, leaning down to scoop you up

you yelp as he spins around, dropping both of you down onto the couch. he lays underneath you, head resting against the arm of the couch while you sit over his middle, knees pressing against his ribcage

"pretty girl," he sighs, satisfied to just have you there. violently, your cheeks rush red, never getting used to his kind words leaves you in the same blushing state every single time

in a desperate attempt to hide your face, you lower your body onto his, wriggling around until you're settled on his chest, your legs tangling comfortably with his, "i love you, you know that, right?" you ask, listening to his heartbeat

aarons fingers comb through your mostly dry hair, softly twirling strands around and around, "i do, you tell me every day an-"

"no, aaron, seriously," you interrupt him, tracing gentle patterns against his shoulder, "like, i can't imagine doing this, with anyone else, ever" you explain

under your head, his heartbeat speeds up, "really?" he asks lowly, doing his best not to give himself away, though his heart already has

"really," you hum, tilting your head up quickly to kiss his jaw slowly. your boyfriend tilts his head, letting you trail your lips over him for a while before you settle back down against him

"i feel the same," aaron whispers and you nod because you already know. he's never said it like that but the way he looks at you, treats you, talks to you, you know

the television casts a gentle glow over an otherwise dark room, illuminating aaron just enough that when you look up at him again, you can admire everything he has to offer, he mirrors your actions

he props himself up slightly so that he can kiss you, softly and slowly, sighing happily against your lips, the simple noise causing your own heart to race

“hey, so, i could ask jess to pick jack up in the morning,” aaron mumbles between kisses, “we could have the whole day to ourselves,”

you pretend to think, smiling against his mouth, “if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you had a crush on me aaron hotchner,” you giggle

aaron pulls away, “and here i was thinking i was hiding it so well,” he rolls his eyes dramatically while you continue to giggle, “so, tomorrow?”

“it’s a date”

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wileys-russo · 8 months

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green eyed snake II l.williamson x reader

you have all been blowing up my inbox wanting jealous leah so…here we go. warning for suggestively spicy content and kind of a toxic relationship dynamic? minors dni!!

green is my favourite colour II l.williamson

"well hello gorgeous." a soft voice murmured in your ear, long tanned arms wrapped around you and your girlfriends nose tucked its way into your neck, lips peppering feather light kisses along your collarbone.

"you look stunning." the blonde breathed out, her hands moving to grip your hips as your eyes met in the mirror and she gave you a pearly white smile.

rewarding her with a sneaky kiss for the compliment you turned in her hold and took her in. leah was kit in a pair of black suit pants and a charcoal grey knitted vest, meaning her toned arms were out on full display which drove you mad.

her freshly dyed blonde hair popped against the dark tones of her outfit and was brushed back neatly into a low bun, a few loose strands hung framing her face. her slender fingers were dotted with various rings, snug hoops hugged her ears and the small golden gunner necklace you'd bought her for her birthday hung proudly around her neck.

"stop staring at my arms creep." leah smirked knowingly as your eyes shamelessly roamed her muscles, head spinning in disbelief that she was yours. leahs own eyes landed on the small L necklace which clung to your own collarbones, lips curling into a smile.

"i think you'll find my eyes are up here." the english captain grabbed your chin, tilting your head up so your orbs locked with hers before her hands slid slowly down your sides, gently tracing circles on the exposed slit of skin down the side of your leg.

"much as you look good enough to eat. i think you need to change." leah mumbled lazily as you quirked an eyebrow and she parted your legs slightly. "mm and why's that baby?" you asked quietly, eyes flickering between her lustful gaze and her rosy pink lips.

"because everyone's going to stare at what's mine." your stomach flipped as her warm breath whispered the words in your ear, her hands grabbing possessively at your hips as her thigh slotted in between yours.

"maybe i want the attention." you pushed, the blonde pulling her head back and looking down at you in challenge. "are you saying i don't give you enough attention baby girl?" she questioned, tilting her head as if daring you to agree and you almost moaned at the term of endearment that she knew drove you crazy.

"maybe i just like attention." you smiled teasingly, hands sliding up the inside of her top, watching her tough facade falter slightly at your touch, feeling her abs tense and contract beneath your cold hands.

you knew there was more she wanted to say but as you flicked teasingly at the strap of the thin bralette she had on underneath they disappeared on her tongue as leah leant in and hungrily devoured your lips.

your head swam as she indulged you, tongue swirling around your mouth instantly taking control of the kiss as your hands stroked up and down her stomach, the blonde biting gently at your bottom lip and earning her a small moan from you which only spurred her on further.

"baby i love you and as much as i love doing this with you if we don't leave like right now we're going to miss the reservation." your hands came to rest on her chest and gently pushed her away, your chest heaving quietly as you dodged her attempts to resume your previous activities, her lips instead pressed against your cheek.

"do we have to go? that dress is doing things to me." leah exhaled, pressing her body back into yours as she intertwined your fingers and gently pinned your hands to the counter behind you, burying her face in your neck as you felt her teeth nip at the sensitive skin.

"yes we do, its taken me ages to get us a table at cristoni's and you promised to take me to dinner." you forced yourself to once again push her away, as much as your body was screaming out for you to give in to her needy demands.

you also knew the longer you made her wait it out the better it always was for both of you.

"i did promise that didn’t i." leah sighed taking a moment to compose herself before she straightened and pushed herself away from the counter, offering her hand out toward you.

"plus i didn't squeeze myself into this dress only for you to peel it off me...least not yet." you looked her up and down with a suggestive smile before taking her hand.

"but thank you baby i knew you were a woman of your word." you pressed a kiss to her cheek as the two of you made your way downstairs, leah withholding a groan watching the back of you strut down the driveway as she grabbed her keys and locked the house up.

"ah!" the blonde tutted as you reached for the door handle, shooing you away from the car as she shouldered in and opened the door for you, gesturing you could now get into her range ranger, which you swore sometimes she loved even more than she loved you.

you'd begged her ever since the day she'd bought it to let you get behind the wheel and she hadn't budged an inch, forever just chuckling at your request and shutting you up with a firm shake of her head and a kiss.

starting the ignition her hand was quick to find its way to your thigh with a loving squeeze, pointer finger gently scratching absent minded lines along the bare skin where your dress had bunched up as you sat down, pulling out of the driveway.

your phone connected to her speaker system and you took your time to find the right music you were in the mood for, leah sighing dramatically at the delay as you shot her a look and eventually selected a song.

"remind me again why you always get to choose what we listen to when i'm driving?" leah asked with a raise of her eyebrow, hand never leaving your thigh even for a second as she drove. "well considering you don't let me drive i get passenger princess privileges, obviously." you shot her a sly smile as she simply rolled her eyes, a comfortable silence falling between the two of you for the rest of the ride.

same story as before once you'd arrived to the restaurant leah was quick out of the car, shooting around to your door to open it for you before you'd even had a second to undo your seat belt. "what a gentlewoman you are, and they say chivalry is dead." you pecked her lips appreciatively and interlaced your hands.

"never would i give someone the chance to say i don't know how to treat my best girl." leah grinned in response, locking the car and stealing another kiss. "your best girl? so glad i top the list." you remarked with a grin.

"well today in that dress you do. but tomorrow could be a different story, you know i rank my list day by day." leah shrugged as you scoffed and she only laughed, pushing you against the car, pulling you into a searing kiss and mumbling possessively against your lips that you were her only girl.

"excuse me angel crossing, angel crossing, oi excuse me sir there's an angel crossing here be careful!" leah yelled out as a car pulled out and swerved toward the two of you, arm tucked protectively around your waist as you threw your head back with a laugh at her antics, the blonde holding her free hand up in warning toward the car signalling for it to stop as you tugged her across the road.

"you're such an idiot." you laughed as you reached the other side of the road, pulling her into a kiss and smacking her shoulder as the blonde flipped off the car which honked at the two of you before screaming off in the opposite direction.

"table for williamson, party of two." your girlfriend politely informed once you'd stepped inside the restaurant, the hostess nodding and leading the two of you over to your table, leahs arm remaining wrapped around your waist right until you sat down in your seat, which of course she pulled out and pushed in for you.

"its so lovely in here i can see why everyone bangs on about it." you looked around in awe as your girlfriend murmured a thank you and gave a polite smile to the waiter who poured you both a glass of water.

"oh my god james?" you called out as a familiar face walked past the table, the boy stopping in his tracks and doing a double take as his eyes landed on you, immediately setting off alarm bells in leah's head as her grip on the menu in her hands tightened.

it was no secret to anyone who knew her well that leah could be slightly incredibly possessive over what she deemed as hers, which was first and foremost you.

it did though come as a surprise to most of her friends how much you seemed to encourage the green eyed snake inside her to rise when she felt anyone else was consuming your attention or affection, and just how intensely her jealousy could arise and erupt.

it used to be a key point that lead to ongoing arguments between the two of you in the early stages of your relationship, and you couldn't understand why the blonde didn't trust you'd never be lead astray. though over time you began to find how possessive the girl was really quite attractive, positively flattered that she was so obsessed with being the sole receiver of your attention.

always up to play the game you were never shy pushing limits with how much you could get away with before she would snap. sometimes all it would take was a cheeky wink or a stroke of your hand along a strangers arm with a flirty smile to drive her to the edge, and you were always rewarded for your efforts.

"y/n? hey!" the boy hurried over toward you, not even noticing leah sat across the table from you who stiffened at the unwanted intrusion. "how long has it been? six, maybe seven years?" you grinned, not picking up on leah's glaring discontent as you chattered away to your old neighbor.

that was until you felt your girlfriend kick sharply at your leg and glanced across the table. the blonde was starring daggers at you, jaw clenched meaning the veins in her neck and biceps popped more prominent than ever.

“oh this is leah." you finally introduced the taller girl with a dismissive wave, james giving her a polite smile before the two of you went back to your own conversation, leaving leah in disbelief you hadn’t even said she was your girlfriend.

the green eyed snake truly awoken, jealousy reared it’s ugly head as leah caught the boy blatantly glancing down at your exposed chest, the dress you’d put on with a plunging neckline that only leah was allowed to appreciate since in her mind your body belonged to her and her only.

"don't you have a job to get back to, jake?" leah interrupted, purposefully getting his name wrong with a smile so calm it was almost deadly, but you knew her well enough to see the malice hidden behind her eyes, just waiting to bubble up and boil over.

but not picking up on the ill intent behind them the boy nodded at her words and sent you a radiant smile before striding off toward the kitchen. "really?" you quirked an eyebrow toward the older girl who ignored you, eyes back to scanning the menu.

"really?" you repeated more firmly this time, her eyes flicking up toward you before she hummed. "that wasn't nice baby, he's just an old friend." you stated with a knowing smile, already recognizing her jealous tendencies as excitement coiled in your stomach.

"are you ladies ready to order?" leahs mood worsened as the boy returned, not missing how you perked up as he did, james pulling a face and making you laugh. the same giddy giggle that leah knew should have only been reserved for her.

"i'll have the sirloin medium rare with roast potatos and the seasonal vegetables, she’ll have the same but with the salmon instead of the steak.” leah ordered for the two of you, the subtle dominance of the action making your stomach flip as the blonde refused to look anywhere but directly at you.

“now y/l/n you’ve never been someone to let anyone do anything for you, how times have changed i see!” the boy smiled charmingly toward you as your own eyes remained locked with the blonde across the table who raised an eyebrow in challenge at his words.

“actually i’ll have the chef’s special risotto.” you spoke up against what your girlfriend had ordered for you, removing your gaze from leah toward james with a playful wink. “that shouldn’t be too long.” he nodded and once more his eyes dipped shamelessly toward your chest before he disappeared.

“you hate risotto.” leah eventually spoke up, and your lips curled into a smirk seeing the fire in her eyes despite the lack of malice behind her words, knowing this was getting to her but she was trying to control herself.

“maybe i want to try something new.” you smiled innocently, moving your foot to rub teasingly down her leg. “you know what you’re doing. we’re trying to have a nice meal, stop it.” leah ordered quietly, leaning in a little with a firm look of warning toward your behaviour, balled fists resting on her thighs.

though as much as she was seemingly so against it, you knew in a special way that existed only between the two of you that she was also enjoying this, because you both knew what it would eventuate to.

a calm settled between the two of you momentarily as the conversation flittered to your upcoming holiday together in ibiza.

thankfully a different waiter had delivered your food, leah of course offering to swap with you like the gentlewoman that she was but to her surprise you tucked in happily to what you’d ordered, even if it had only really been to spite her.

“that dress isn’t coming with us.” leah shook her head firmly, ghost of a smile tugging at her lips as she shamelessly drunk in the curves of your body, because it was hers and she was allowed to.

“it’s cute that you think i actually listen to you about what i can and can’t wear.” you smiled smugly, leah knowing full well that you did whatever you wanted whenever you wanted to do it, forever giving the english captain a raging headache as you did.

“it’ll be cute when i repack your case while you’re sleeping the night before we leave then, only turtlenecks, baggy tops and full coverage swimsuits for you my girl.” leah smirked as you playfully rolled your eyes, though you wouldn’t put it past her to give it a try.

“i’d just buy more when we got there.” you challenged after you finished the last mouthful of your food, pushing your plate away to join leah’s which she’d finished long before you did.

“i’ll cut you off then.” leah countered with a grin, not missing the way your eyes drifted down to her exposed arms, hungrily fixating on her muscles as she folded her arms over her chest and relaxed back in her seat slightly.

though the light joking atmosphere that flowed between the two of you was promptly shattered as your friend returned, waving for his coworker to clear your plates.

leahs jaw clenched as she watched your flirty mannerisms return, pinching and twisting at a loose thread of her sweater vest as you gave an overly enthusiastic laugh and smacked his arm at a poorly timed dad joke that was not funny.

the final straw was the boy suggesting the two of you exchange numbers, and to leahs bewildering surprise you agreed, encouraging him to go grab his phone so you could put the digits in it.

leah saw red and she could have sworn steam flew out of her ears as you traced your fingers down his bare arm with a wink before the boy hurried off out back to no doubt grab his phone.

leah was on her feet and standing over you before you could even blink. “baby get up, we're leaving.” the blonde ordered instantly and your stomach clenched at the firm tone of voice. “maybe I want desert.” you pushed, making no move to get up as the taller girl leaned down.

“get up. or i’m not above having to drag you out of here by your hair.” she warned quietly in your ear, slender fingers gripping your wrist tightly as you grinned and allowed her to pull you to your feet, the clear amusement in your eyes only further fueling your girlfriends jealous rage.

you stayed quiet as leah paid, seemingly happy and complimentary of the meal, but you knew her well enough to see through the fakeness of it all.

“oh but um, oh this is really quite embarrassing-“ leah paused as you turned to leave, pulling you tightly back into her side as the hostess raised a curious eyebrow. “one of the waiters, jake I think it was? well he was making my girlfriend incredibly uncomfortable-“ the blonde started and you scoffed quietly as leahs fingers dug into your hip in warning to stay quiet.

“oh uh james?” the hostess clarified and leah gave a exclaim, smacking her forehead and nodding that was the one. “-maybe have a little chat with him about manners, like not staring at women’s bodies and coming onto them when they clearly aren’t interested.“

"i am so incredibly sorry about that miss williamson, i can promise you it will be dealt with." the hostess assured as leah nodded. "just a talking to should do it. i look forward to his apology the next time we dine here." leah smiled politely and with that she walked the two of you outside.

"you are unbelievable." you chuckled with a small shake of your head, only met with silence as leah stared straight ahead, though as you watched her jaw flex every now and then you knew you were in for it.

the drive home was also filled with a tense silence, both the defenders hands remaining on the wheel as you watched her knuckles go white the harder she gripped on the closer you were to your shared home.

you were first out of the car and right to the front door as leah parked and followed behind, leaning around you to unlock the house as you strode off to your shared ensuit without a word.

you began to take off your earrings as you heard her footsteps follow after you, and before you could even blink her body was pressed in behind you, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling your head back.

"shut up." the taller girl warned before you could even open your mouth, a small smile instead appearing on your lips at how easy it was to get her to bite, the girl pulling harder on your hair in response as you winced slightly.

“look at yourself.” leah growled in your ear, and you had to physically stop yourself from smirking at how you knew you’d gotten what you wanted as you locked eyes with her through the vanity mirror, the taller girl forcing your head to rest against her shoulder as she pulled you back by your hair in an iron grip.

"i hope that was worth it baby girl. cause now i'm gonna use you to get off and then i'm spend the next few hours edging you on every fucking surface of this house."

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mountainsandmayhem · 20 days

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congrats on 500!! 💗

ILYSM!! could you write this drabble we were talking about😈 a lazy Sunday morning riding Joel..he says something like “use your daddy” and/or “that’s my girl.” thank you daddy 🤭😂

Sunday With Your Dad’s Best Friend

18+

DBF!Joel x Fem!Reader

AN: thank you baby for this great request. I hope this lives up to your expectations 🩵. Did I proof read this? No, of course I didn’t. ✌🏻 YOLO.

CW: I don’t want to give away too much, but wrap it up (be better than these two) use of nicknames and based on the ask one of those nicknames is daddy.

Joel freakin Miller. Your dad’s best friend and your secret hook up for the past few months. Sunday mornings with Joel might be your favourite. Your parents think you’re at work, but instead, you park your car in his garage and spend the day flirting, cuddling and fucking.

It’s a beautifully warm summer morning, Joel is sitting on a pool lounge chair in his backyard, long legs stretched out, one ankle crossed over the other. He’s in mid thigh length neon green shorts that accentuate his tan, and no shirt. Sun kissing his chest, and it feels weird to be jealous of UV rays that get to touch him in places that are only for you.

He glances up over his book to watch you swimming laps in his pool. The water glistens off your bare back and ass, legs fluttering gracefully beneath the water. As you reach the end furthest away from him you dive under, spinning your body and pushing off the wall to swim back towards him. As you come up to the surface you spin onto your back, cherry pink nipples skimming the surface as you backstroke through the water. He’s never been more thankful for all the tall trees and bushes he planted to make his backyard completely secluded from his neighbours.

Joel puts his book and reading glasses down as your naked body ascends the steps of the pool in front of him. He crosses his toned arms and tilts his head to the side, eyes watching the water droplets run down your body, pooling in the curvy areas he loves so much.

“Gonna get a sunburn if you aren’t careful, baby girl,” he says, concern and arousal fighting each other in his voice.

You blink at him, gathering your hair to the side and squeezing out the water. “Yes, daddy.” You tease, water splashing against the hot paving stone of the pool deck.

He shakes his head and smirks, a dimple forming on his cheek, highlighted by the sun glinting off his greying facial hair. “Careful with that nickname, darlin’.”

Baby girl and darlin’ in a matter of minutes has you itching to get your hands on him. “You just called me two nicknames back to back. That’s cheating.”

“Cheatin’, hey? How so?” His voice has dropped an octave, and that’s almost worse than a nickname.

You wander over to the table beside him where your towel sits. You reach out for your towel as you say, “Makes me want you.”

Joel grabs your wrist, his large, strong hand easily circling the tapered part of your arm. “That right? Someone feelin’ needy,” he pauses before adding, “Sweetheart.”

A little whimper escapes your throat as his coffee and brown sugar-speckled eyes wash over you.

“Tell me what you need,” he says, pulling gently to stand beside him. Your eyes flick down to the tent forming under his swim trunks.

“Can I…” you start, voice shaky and shy.

“Don’t be shy, baby girl. I’m yours, remember?” You nod as he continues, “And you’re mine. So anything you want. Anything.”

You shut your eyes and take a slow breath, perky breasts rising and falling close to Joel’s face as his thumb caresses the smooth inside of your wrist as a form of silent encouragement. “I wanna ride you.”

You open your eyes to see Joel smiling proudly at you. “Good girl,” he hums, releasing your wrist and slipping his swim trunks off. His cock is hard as nails from just the sight of you, he leans back in his lounger - not quite sitting at a full 90 degrees.

“Come on, baby. Straddle me,” his hands come to your hips as you stretch one leg over him and then down onto his lap. His thick shaft rests between your bodies, your pussy sliding along him as you sit. Your clit twitches with every vein and ridge.

Your hand's card through his hair as his hands move to the globes of your ass, encouraging you to grind along him. You lower your face to him, kissing him slowly as you buck your hips back and forth. You swallow the deep moan that passes his lips, slanting your head and licking along his bottom lip.

He kneads the curves of your ass, “more,” you whimper.

He lifts you slightly, then brings one hand to his cock, pumping it a few times before teasing your clit when the head, pre cum leaks from the slit and he spreads along your already soaked and silky cunt.

“Shit, darlin’, so wet already,” he whispers, sliding the head to tease at your tight entrance.

This is your favourite part, the painful little stretch when he first pushes himself in. He always gives you time to adjust before fucking you, today is no different as he pushes your hips down to swallow all of him. You cry out as you settle onto him and his lips crash into yours to stifle you. “Sshhh, the neighbours could be out,” he mumbles into your lips, chest heaving as he adjusts to your tightness choking him.

“Sorry, just feels so good,” you moan quietly.

“I know, baby girl. I know.” His strong hands massage at the creases of your hips. “This what you needed? Me buried deep inside that beautiful little pussy?”

You feel the walls of your pussy flutter around him. Joel is good with his hands and tongue and has the perfect sized cock for you, but it’s his filthy mouth that usually starts that familiar ache to build at the base of your spine.

“Yes,” you huff, slowly grinding into him.

“I can tell. So tight for me. Can feel you fluttering around me already.” Your hands move from his hair to his broad shoulders, using them to leverage yourself so you can get better momentum to slide back and forth.

“Oh god, Joel,” you coo. The ache turns into bubbling lava.

“Kiss me,” he says, strong arms winding around you and pulling you into his chest. You kiss him deeply, tongues lazily flicking against each others as you glide your hips back and forth against him. At this new angle, the soft part of his lower body hits your clit, the slight curve in his cock hitting that spongy part that makes you weak and boneless.

All of the movements from you and Joel are slow and soft, almost lazy. Neither in a rush to orgasm or to get to the next part of your day. This is all that matters right now.

Joel breaks the kiss, hand sliding up your back to the nape of your neck, gently encouraging you to turn your face so he can kiss along your jawline toward that soft part below your ear. “That’s my girl,” he says quietly, just for you to hear. “Use your daddy to cum.”

Your body jerks faster, the bubbling lava close to the eruption point. He lets you move at your own pace, flicking your hips once, twice, and three more times before you feel it. “Good girl, let go,” his teeth graze your earlobe as you fall apart.

You bury your face in his neck. Whispering his name, body going slack. He takes over, hands gripping your lips tightly and moving them in the same pattern you were.

“Oh fuck….yes, daddy. Please,” you’re a whispering, mumbling mess as the pleasure waves through you. The sensitive hard bud at the top of your cunt twitching and pulsing with each graze of his belly. “Don’t stop, Joel. Please - please don’t stop.”

“I know, sweetheart. I got you,” he doesn’t speed up, doesn’t slow down; he does exactly as you ask. “That’s my good girl. So fuckin’ pretty when you cum.”

“Fill me. Fill me, please.” You whine, kissing the crook of his neck.

“Fuck. Shit, baby girl.” He says, head falling back to the lounger. You pull back to watch him. Eyes clenched tight and mouth slightly agape. Small beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

“Look at me,” you whisper, slowly retaking control of your body, swivelling your hips into him. His soft brown eyes peel open, dancing around your face. “Please, Joel.”

“Call me daddy,” he moans, his dick getting harder as you ride him.

“Please, daddy. I’ve been such a good girl. Fill me.” You say sweetly, just the way he likes it, before sucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

Joel’s breath hitches as his hips stutter, hands clamping down on your hips to still you. “Shit, yes. Yes. Oh fuck, you’re so good for daddy.” His cock jumps and twitches inside you as ropes of cum coat you, marking you and claiming you as his.

As he comes down he pulls you onto his chest, lips kissing lightly along the hairline of your forehead. “God damn, little one. I love when you talk dirty to me like that.”

You nuzzle deeper into his warm chest. “Noted…daddy.”

A deep growl fills his chest. “I’m still inside you, careful with that nickname.”

“I’m having Deja Vu,” you joke.

“As soon as I get control of my legs, I’m takin’ you inside and lickin’ that little pussy clean in the shower,” Joel says matter of factly.

You giggle, “Anything you say, daddy.”

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utterlyotterlyx · 1 month

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Hiii <3 Could you do number 4 from the prompt list with Eris? It's my first time asking for a prompt or anything so i hope this isn't rude. 😅

Aw my loveeeee it isn't rude! Request your little heart out <3

I've already done 4 but I'll do it again for you with a different spin on it.

Can't Keep My Hands To Myself

Modern!Eris x Reader

Summary - It's no secret that Eris has always wanted you, and now he has the perfect excuse to get up close and personal.

Warnings - slight pining, some fluff, swearing, hand fetish

The sun bounced off of the hood of Cassian's car, and if you looked closer you could have sworn you could see wisps of steam rising from the matte black finish.

Folding your arms over your chest, you huffed, already knowing what was coming as soon as you'd point out a certain problem.

It had been Elain's idea to go to the coast that day, mainly so that you could all go to the theme park that ran along the beach, all being yourself, Elain and Lucien, Nesta and Cassian, and Eris. The latter of which was leaning against the hood of Cassian's vehicle with a sly grin written on his lips, sunglasses low on his nose, and hands bundled into his pockets.

Eris Vanserra was the bane of your existence, the cocky son of some noble lord in England who had moved to your state for college and had set an unfortunate eye on you. The heir could have anyone he wanted, but he was too busy chasing you to notice.

Eris had crashed one too many of your dates, and when you had made it clear that he needed to stop being an alphahole, he would slyly quip that none of the men you allowed into your life deserved you. He would always show his face at Elain and Lucien's apartment when you were there, which made you certain that one of them, probably Lucien, was sending him updates whenever you would show up. Eris stuck to your side when the entire circle decided to go out, whether that be bowling or dinner, or even clubbing, Eris was always reluctant to leave your side.

Possessive bastard.

You had lost count of how many times exactly you had denied his advances. It wasn't that you weren't attracted to him, you'd be foolish not to be, but you didn't really fancy ensuing a relationship with a future lord, you quite liked your life the way it was.

You majored in architecture, you had always appreciated the beauty of buildings and landscapes, you had travelled Europe and spent weeks in Paris where you sketched and redesigned buildings until your heart was full and bursting with inspiration. There was nothing you couldn't create.

Life as a lady didn't appeal to you, but life as an architect travelling the world and creating masterpieces very much did.

So, you made it your mission to deter the heir in whatever way you could, from cold shoulders to harsh quips, but it only seemed to spur him on more.

Eris stood before you, red hair perfectly styled into pushed back waves, looking far too good in his black jeans and open collared black shirt, a thin chain hung around his neck which matched the bracelet on his wrist, rings littered his fingers and you found your gaze drifting to his hands, hands you had thought about often when you were alone. You imagined them running through your hair and pulling at it, you imagined them around your throat, you imagined his fingers drifting along your thighs and gripping the skin there.

It was so sinful how much you thought of Eris' hands.

The door opened behind you and you rolled your eyes at the Archeron sisters who walked ahead of both Cassian and Lucien, who both looked exhausted from their bickering already.

Unfurling your arms from your chest, you pulled down the edge of your tennis skirt and tucked in a loose section of the deep green polo you adorned, "About time," you told them, "I'm baking out here."

"I know a place that could cool you down," Eris drawled from behind you, and you turned your head slightly to see him at your shoulder, looking down on you with his usual longingly seductive eye, "You, me, the Swiss alps on skis."

"Sounds positively awful," you smiled sickly sweet at him before moving your attention elsewhere, "I also hate to state the obvious but there are only five seats in Cass' car, and there's six of us," you motioned between the circle you had all formed and shrugged.

"What if you-"

You held your hand up in front of Eris' face, shushing him into silence, "If you're really about to suggest that I sit on your lap, I will kill you."

Cassian threw his head back and laughed, a howling one that filled you with pride as he walked to the driver side of his car, "Hate to break it to you Princess, but you don't have a choice."

"Why me?! Surely it makes more sense for Elain and Lucien to cuddle up?"

Elain ticked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, flinging the passenger door open, "It's my birthday so no, plus Lucien injured his knee at baseball practice so he needs to be able to stretch it out. Sorry, Y/N," Elain wiggled her eyebrows at you and dipped into the car, no doubt securing her spot in the middle seat.

Scowling, you turned to Eris who had never looked happier, fluttering your eyes in annoyance, you pointed at him, "Don't get any ideas, Vanserra."

Eris threw his hands up in mock surrender but the smirk didn't leave his lips as he spoke, "Wouldn't dream of it, y/l/n."

It took you a few moments to become settled in his lap, and you cursed yourself for allowing yourself to be friends with bright and shiny Elain, if you hadn't then you wouldn't be sat on some heirs lap, nestled on his thighs like some kind of trophy.

As soon as you were comfortable, you propped your feet on Elain's lap which she was happy to hold since you drew the short straw, and you leaned back onto the doorframe, half on the body of the interior and half on Eris.

His scent was earthy, wafts of pine and freshly blown out matches, you knew he smelled good, but you didn't realise how much.

Eris draped one of his arms over your legs and the other around your waist, and you couldn't exactly bark at him to fuck off when they were the only two places that his hands could go. His fingers delicately danged off of your thighs, his fingertips lightly brushing against your skin with every bump in the road, the coolness of his bracelet clashing against the warmth of your skin.

If only his fingers could go a little higher, and just grab the flesh of your thigh...

No, y/n.

Elain had convinced the car to play a game, a game that you and Eris had quickly denied, you were both quite happy with the silence. That is until you felt him frown and lean over slightly to peer at something, his fingers drifted along the hem of your skirt and he lifted it slightly to take a peek.

Your gaze found him, his russet eyes darkened with intrigue, "I didn't know you had a tattoo," he hummed, allowing his eyes to trace along the swirls of black ink that created an arrangement of delicately drawn roses and geometric shapes that encased your entire hip.

Cassian's car hit a bump and you jolted on Eris' lap, his arms instinctively wrapped around you to keep you in place as your head hit the roof of the car, "Sorry, y/n. These roads are awful," Cassian apologised, one hand on the wheel and the other gripping Nesta's jeaned thigh, rubbing soft circles into the fabric whilst she idly read her book in the front passenger seat.

If that were you, your soul would no doubt be going feral.

Then you felt it, you felt his had travel from your waist to your unbound hair, he ran his fingertips along your scalp and rested his palm on the top of your head, "Are you okay?"

It took you a moment to reply, trying to control the shivers that spread in your soul like wildfire at his touch in the place you had dreamt of, "Yeah, 'm good," your tone was relaxed as he worked his fingertips into the crown of your head, kissing away any pain from the jolting force that had pushed against it.

"Do you like that?" Eris purred, and luckily no one was paying attention to either of you, Nesta was reading, Cassian was driving, and Elain and Lucien were looking out of the window of the travelling car talking about whatever animals they saw in the clouds.

"It might feel nice," you admitted bashfully, knowing you couldn't lie to the sly fox whose eyes always found you no matter how far apart you were in a room.

Eris let out a low hum, tilting his head to the side as his fingers slid from your scalp and rested on the back of your neck, "You're a touch starved little thing, aren't you?"

"No," it came out a little harder than what you had intended it to, but he wasn't wrong, especially when he was the reason that you were so touch starved and basking in his affection.

Eris chuckled, seeing straight through you as always, as his hand ghosted down your spine whilst his other found your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze, smirking as you wiggled on his lap, "Careful sweetheart, you have no idea how close I am to losing it," his voice was a rough whisper in your ear, he knew exactly what effect he had on you.

"I can't help it."

"I know, you have no idea the effect you have on me," his finger grazed down the earring that dangled against the curve of your jaw.

"Oh?"

Eris hummed, "One date, y/n. It's all I ask."

"Eris..."

His digits slipped between your thighs and he traced circles into the skin he found there, "Just one. Let me show you the life we can live together. Please?"

You weren't sure if it was his deep tone or his hands on your body that made your mind foggy, but he had convinced your head and heart to agree. Moving your head to meet his eye, you narrowed your own and pursed your lips, "Fine. One date. Make it worth my time, Vanserra."

Eris' whisky amber eyes glistened in the sunlight, "I think you forget how well I know you sweetheart. You're not a coffee date girl, or a movie date girl, you're not a hiker either. You're a dreamer, I see you all of the time looking at the stars, I see the heavens in your art, I see the sky in your eyes. I think I know the perfect way to make sure you never entertain anyone other than me."

The confidence he radiated made your thighs clench together, an act that didn't go unnoticed by him as his eyes darkened again with desire, he licked his lips, throwing his head back as you squirmed on his thighs again and did his best to suppress the moan bubbling in his throat.

"One chance, Vanserra. Make the most of it."

Eris straightened his posture and winked at you, letting his hands roam freely over your back and thighs, "One chance is all I need."

Authors Note

Just a short little drabble - I did a 13 hour shift today and your girl is TIRED.

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