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loverboy | ln4

hi, i finally wrote second part for tinder buddies! im not sure if i like it though, i've got an idea but i dont know how it went.

anyway please enjoy and lets cross our fingers for japan win for this loverboy!

i will let myself tag everyone who wanted to be tagged in part 2: @mickslover @formula-1-04 @petitefaeries @bayleewatts67 @xjval @kapsylia @teamnovalak @slutforln4 @shimmermotorsport @myownwritings @maydiamondsinthenightsky @mikadojohnny

summary: when it turned out that Lando is more of a loverboy than a fuckboy and there is no point in trusting appearances because they tend to be misleading

warnings: none

pairing: fem!journalist!reader x lando norris

Y/N looked as if she had seen a ghost. She clenched her phone in her hand and glanced at the spot where Lando had been just a moment ago. Yes, that Lando, with whom she had a brief interview a few seconds ago, Lando Norris, who drives for McLaren, her Tinder buddy with whom she's been exchanging explicit messages for over a month now, and who knows more about her body seen through the camera than any guy she's had the chance to flirt with in person.

The girl only snapped out of it when the camera operator she had been filming with nudged her shoulder.

"The team bosses' interview is about to start, I saved us seats."

She quickly nodded and tucked the microphone into her bag, throwing it over her shoulder. She glanced at the McLaren garage one last time before heading to the conference. After all, she was here because she had duties.

As she took her place among the crowd of other journalists, instead of focusing on coming up with questions, she picked up her phone again. It immediately unlocked to her conversation with Lando, and she hastily replied to his latest, unambiguous proposition.

"I'm a bit busy at the moment. If you want, we can meet later in the evening."

Lando was scrolling through Instagram when a new message popped up in his notifications. He smiled and swiped it open, reading and replying quickly.

"i'd be honored. give me the address of the hotel you're at. and be ready by 9."

The girl smiled and sent him the address along with a note that she couldn't wait, wishing him good luck in qualifying.

Lando felt his cheeks hurting from smiling. However, he locked his phone and set it aside. He knew that if he didn't restrain himself, he would bombard the girl with messages. He was so excited about the whole situation, the overflow of emotions building up in him could easily secure him pole position that day, which he sincerely hoped for. He wanted to present himself in the best possible way, knowing that on that day, one special pair of eyes would be watching him.

Y/N was also excited, but as time passed, she began to feel stressed. Not because she was going on a date with Lando Norris, but because she was about to confront someone whom she may have known inside out but in reality had no idea who he truly was. She was slightly apprehensive about whether Lando would turn out to be as he portrayed himself on his Tinder profile. There, she dealt with a confident guy who knew how to flirt, who knew how to make a girl's heart beat faster. With a guy who focused only on fun and ultimately only on it. Someone who knew what he wanted and sooner or later would get it, one way or another. Now, knowing her conversation partner's identity, Y/N was certain that their online acquaintance might only exist in that dimension. And just as she had realized before, somewhere in the back of her mind lived a lonely spark, nourished by the hope that something more serious might come out of this online acquaintance. Lando was out of her reach, that was more than certain. However, she didn't plan to dwell on negative thoughts because she had a chance for a pleasant evening ahead of her. She had no intention of ruining it.

Qualifying didn't come as a surprise to anyone, as Max was to start the race from pole position the next day, with Charles in second place. But to everyone's positive surprise, Lando closed the top three, giving McLaren the opportunity to start from third position. Y/N planned to text him and congratulate him on his excellent performance, but she decided to wait until evening with her congratulations. She didn't want to come off as pushy or, worse, as a psycho.

Lando, indeed, was pleased with himself, but not as much as if he had managed to secure pole position. Y/N could notice this on one of the monitors, where post-qualifying interviews with drivers conducted by David Coulthard were taking place.

"Great performance, Lando, you were on Ferrari's heels today!"

"We did well today, not just me, but Oscar and the whole team as well. I hoped for more, but you know, the appetite comes with eating," he replied, but despite the smile on his flushed face, he actually seemed not very pleased with the result. Y/N was packing her things when she observed post-qualifying talks out of the corner of her eye. "I wanted to perform particularly well today, but unfortunately it didn't work out. I hope tomorrow will be better."

The girl sighed and glanced at the contents of her bag, looking at her phone lying at the bottom. She took it out and unlocked it, entering their conversation. She wanted to send him a selfie, smiling and holding up four fingers with a note congratulating him on the result, but she thought it might be a bit silly. So, she quickly wrote an alternative.

"Speaking of appetite, I hope you're looking forward to dinner more positively than to your third starting place. In my opinion, you did great today x"

When Lando finally had the chance to reach for his phone and saw the message from the girl, he sincerely hoped to see her face again. He hovwever, was pleased with her congratulations.

"i can't wait for tonight. and I hope tomorrow we'll have better reasons to celebrate"

Y/N smiled to herself, throwing her bag over her shoulder and heading with the cameraman to the media zone to have the opportunity to talk to some of the drivers or team principals. She replied quickly.

"We?"

"tomorrow I'd also like to invite you to dinner. because i'm afraid tonight may not be enough for us"

The girl felt herself blushing, so she quickly put her phone in her pocket. She didn't manage to run into Lando in the media zone again, but she had the opportunity to gather some more good material. As the drivers began to return to their garages and the paddock slowly began to empty, Y/N and the cameraman also decided to return to the hotel. The girl was absolutely not in the mood to deal with the footage recorded that day, so she was immensely grateful when her coworker offered to spend the rest of the day on preliminary editing and assured her that she didn't have to worry about anything. Y/N breathed a sigh of relief, as in her current pre-date euphoria, she wouldn't be able to create anything suitable for publication. When the girl returned to her hotel room, she decided to take a long bath. Sitting in the tub, her phone lying nearby vibrated again.

"actually, would you mind if i pick you up at 8?"

Y/N smiled when she read his message. She glanced at her watch. She still had 3 hours before leaving, so she should manage without any trouble.

"Why, have you already missed me?"

Lando snorted to himself as he read her message. He would be lying if he said he hadn't. He wanted to see her again as soon as possible.

"if i'm being honest, i would like to be sitting with you at dinner already"

Y/N also smiled. It was cute and completely unlike the image Lando had built and which she had in her head.

"I guess I shouldn't torture you that much. I'll try to be ready by 7."

Lando smiled and squeezed his phone in his hand. Now he couldn't wait for the meeting even more.

"see you then, darling"

The girl blushed when he affectionately called her that. She set aside her phone and immersed herself in the hot water, but even that couldn't wipe the smile off her face.

At the agreed time, both of them were ready. When the girl stepped out of the hotel, she didn't even need to look around, as she easily noticed Lando leaning against his impressive car. He held a bouquet of white flowers in his hand and smiled as soon as he saw her. He walked a little towards her, but he had no idea how to greet her. Offer her his hand? Hug her? What would be most appropriate? He didn't want to make a fool of himself.

"Hi, good to see you," he said, unable to take his eyes off her. He bit his lip, but still couldn't stop smiling. "You look stunning."

"You too, but I'm sure you already know that," she replied, looking into his eyes. They were sparkling, brightening up his already joyful face. Even though he was wearing a dark shirt and dark jeans, his hair was slightly disheveled, and she could already smell his cologne almost on the stairs, Lando at that moment looked adorable, like an elated child.

"Maybe so, but it's always nice to hear it from someone like you," he replied, extending the flowers towards her. "Here, these are for you. And I hope I didn't make a mistake and accidentally buy you flowers you hate."

The girl chuckled softly and shook her head, taking the flowers from him and smelling them.

"No, absolutely not. I love white flowers, and these are beautiful. Thank you."

"Phew, thank god," he theatrically let out a sigh of relief "Glad I started off on the right foot."

"I rather doubt you don't know how to behave around girls," she retorted, following him as he opened the car door for her.

"Well, I'm afraid you might be surprised," he replied, helping her into the car and closing the door behind her.

Lando chose a very pleasant restaurant, located not far from the hotel where the girl was staying. The place was cozy and seemed expensive, but it manifested in a modest way, without any tackiness or artificial wealth. He reserved a table in the corner of the room, so they could expect a bit of privacy. Before taking his seat at the table, he pulled out the chair for the girl. She tried her best to remain composed, but the smile never left her face. This meeting and this whole situation was more than crazy.

"I hope I picked a good place," he said, sitting across from her. "I've never been to these restaurants before, so today's choice was largely based on Google reviews."

He admitted, glancing at her uncertainly. But seeing her smile, he smiled too.

"It's very nice here. Your choice didn't disappoint."

"Second victory in twenty minutes, going better than I expected," he joked, eliciting a quiet laugh from the girl. He then thought it was a good sign that she laughed at his jokes. It meant that this whole situation had potential.

Lando was genuinely stressed about this meeting. He knew well how people perceived him and what kind of guy girls thought he was, but the truth was entirely different. His hands were sweating with nerves in the car, and he prayed that the steering wheel wouldn't slip from his hands and cause some idiotic accident. Upon returning to the hotel, he spent over two hours searching for the right place to take the girl for dinner and did about twenty quizzes on what flowers he should buy her for their first date. Since he met her at the paddock, they had the opportunity to talk, and he managed to connect all the facts. He felt like either his heart would jump out of his chest or his cheeks would fall off from smiling. In reality, Lando was absolutely not who he portrayed himself to be and how he was perceived. And Y/N was slowly starting to realize that.

When the couple placed their orders and the waiter brought the vase for flowers that Lando had requested earlier, there was a moment of silence. Both were equally embarrassed, not knowing if it was because of each other or the whole situation.

"So," Lando started, rubbing his hands on his pants, "oh god, I don't even know where to begin. Should we pretend we don't know each other and this is our first meeting? Or perhaps the opposite?"

"I honestly have no idea, but I'm glad we both don't know how to behave," Y/N laughed. "But we can start over. Like it's our first date."

She smiled warmly at him. He reciprocated the smile and reached out his hand towards her.

"Lando, nice to meet you."

"Y/N, and it's also a pleasure for me, Lando."

She shook his hand. From that moment on, everything started to go smoothly. The conversation flowed smoothly, and there wasn't a single moment when there wasn't something to talk about. Lando turned out to be the complete opposite of the person she met on Tinder. He was also different from the Lando she sometimes observed in the media. He turned out to be a funny and very intelligent guy with interesting hobbies, not just those revolving around Formula 1. His big heart and incredible modesty also made it impossible not to feel sympathy towards him. Lando, on the other hand, wasn't really up for this meeting, he honestly had no idea what to expect. As it turned out, he met not only an attractive but also hardworking girl, for whom motorsport was not just a job but also a hobby. It also turned out that they had a lot in common, so after a while, the remnants of stress and uncertainty disappeared, and they began to feel in each other's company as if they had known each other for ages.

Their conversation was only interrupted by the waiter, who apologized and said that the restaurant was closing in fifteen minutes. Y/N and Lando both looked at their watches at the same time and were shocked to find that it was just before midnight, and the past five hours had flown by like fifteen minutes.

"Sure, of course, we'll ask for the check," Lando replied to the waiter, who went to tally their dinner. As soon as the girl reached for her purse, Lando looked at her meaningfully. "I hope you don't think I brought you here for you to have to pay."

"We can split the bill," she replied, looking at him and clutching her wallet. "People usually do that on first dates, right?"

"It would be a pleasure if you honored me to be a gentleman and let me pay."

Y/N laughed and shook her head.

"As you wish, Mr. Gentleman."

When he paid for their dinner, they left the restaurant together. Lando once again opened the car door for her, and their eyes met when their faces were inches apart as she passed him to take the passenger seat. When they were back at her hotel, the girl reluctantly glanced towards the entrance. She would have loved to spend time with him until the early morning.

She sighed and smiled sadly, looking at him.

"I know, me too," he replied, easily reading her thoughts. "But we'll probably bump into each other in the paddock in the morning. Purely by chance, of course, not like I'll intentionally run into you, absolutely not."

Y/N chuckled at his words.

"It was very nice spending the evening with you, Lando."

"The pleasure was all mine," he replied, smiling at her.

They sat in silence for a moment, exchanging silent glances.

"Would it be inappropriate if I kissed you now? Since we agreed that today we're starting with a clean slate?"

He asked, his gaze moving from her eyes to her lips.

"People don't usually kiss on first dates, but I feel like I've seen these lips somewhere before, and they've told me a lot of different, indecent things, so I think we can make an exception."

She replied, biting her lip. She surprised herself with her boldness, not to mention Lando, who just saw the same girl who he sometimes saw on the screen of his phone in the evenings. As soon as he got her consent, he touched her cheek without hesitation and pulled her into a long, passionate kiss.

Y/N returned the kiss, smiling into his lips.

"Have a good race tomorrow, and after tomorrow's dinner, I'll invite you for dessert."

She whispered, still centimeters away from him, when they separated after a moment. Lando unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car, circling around it, opening her door, and offering her his hand.

"I think I can fit in dessert tonight too," he replied, biting his lip and looking into her eyes. She returned the smile and handed him her hand without hesitation. It seemed that the evening was not ending for these two, on the contrary, it was just about to begin.

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sapphic-gardn · 8 months

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Dancing With The Devil

dbf!joel miller x f!reader

Summary: Your dad’s best friend, Joel Miller runs into you at a bar on the night of Halloween. He’s a gentleman and takes you home.

Warnings (18+ mdni): age gap (not specified), drinking/alcohol, intoxication, swearing, pet names (darlin’, sweetheart, angel, baby, babygirl, etc.), f!masturbation, oral f!receiving, fingering, oral m!receiving, unprotected p in v (pls dont do this irl), creampie, dirty talk, joel calls reader a slut literally just once, if im forgetting anything pls let me know!!

Word count: 4.9k

a/n: Hi!!! I’ve been working on this one shot for awhile—I really hope it is everything and more for you guys! I am posting this in place of Willow pt. 3 due to a bit of writer’s block but trust it will be posted soon!! As always, please let me know what you think. I love you so much.

Also thank you to @gracieheartspedro for helping and encouraging me on this one. I can’t even begin to thank you enough, my love.

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Halloween is your favorite holiday. For one night out of the year, you get to be anything you want, unashamedly. It’s an escape from reality, a dip into another life. And confidence comes easily when you’re pretending. You scan over your costume in the reflection of the floor length mirror in front of you—a too-tight red dress adorns your curves, black fishnets hug your thighs, and bright red stilettos accentuate your figure.

“C’mon! We gotta get to the club before the line gets too long,” your best friend appears behind you and places the headband with devil horns in your hair, “There. Perfectly slutty.” She rests her head on your shoulder and admires your costume in the mirror. She is dressed as your opposite, an angel.

“Stop panicking! The uber is still five minutes away, Pheebs.” Phoebe’s a worrier, and is never ever late anywhere, so the fact that you two are leaving fifteen minutes later than you originally planned, has her buzzing with anticipation.

While Phoebe paces back and forth at the foot of your bed, you dig through your makeup bag for your favorite red lipstick. You slightly over line your cupids bow and blend the color with your finger. You lean back and study yourself for a minute, you look hot. Phoebe interrupts your thoughts when she starts yelling about the Uber driver’s arrival. With a tug of your arm, both of you are trampling out of your apartment door in your six-inch heels on wobbly legs.

The club is suffocating. In your drunken state, the strobing lights and the bodies grinding up against you make it so much worse. Phoebe is dancing with some guy dressed as a vampire, she looks extremely unimpressed so you decide to take it as your chance to leave. You pull Phoebe away from the handsy man and shoot him an apologetic smile—you’re not sorry at all.

You feel like you’ve been resuscitated when you step out into the cool autumn air outside.

“Thank god you rescued me from Dracula. Guy was about to get his fake blood all over my white dress.” You and Phoebe share a laugh and lean against the brick wall behind you. The alcohol seems to hit you harder once removed from the chaos inside of the club. You scan the buildings lining the street in front of you and a bar name captures your attention. It’s the bar where your dad frequents with his buddies after work, one of his buddies being a painfully gorgeous dilf, Joel Miller. You know for a fact your dad won’t be there because your mom dragged him to some Halloween work party she wouldn’t stop talking about over the phone yesterday.

An idea pops into your brain and you can’t shake it, so you point to the bar across the street and tug at Phoebe’s hand, “Let’s go there! It’s probably less crowded and I’m not ready to call it a night,” you give your friend your best puppy dog eyes, and she begrudgingly gives in with a roll of her eyes and an okay, fine.

The dive bar smells of stale smoke and spilled beer. Random sports games are televised on multiple screens against the far wall and a jukebox sits in the corner playing a classic rock song from the 80s. It has character, you think to yourself. It’s a breath of fresh air compared to the marble top bars and sparkling chandeliers that decorated the club you just left. You and Phoebe definitely stand out from the crowd of middle-aged men loitering around the place. It feels a bit intimidating getting checked out by pervy old men as you strut to the bar, but it’s too late to turn back now. Plus, you are looking for a certain someone.

You scan the hefty crowd and search for the man with familiar brown curls and a scruffy beard. You double check every table and bar top with no luck, he is definitely not here. With a disappointed sigh, you chug your vodka cran and tell Phoebe you’re ready to head out.

Just before you get up to leave, you hear your name being called by a husky voice behind you. You would know that voice anywhere. You turn around, and there he is in all his glory. A tight, navy blue t-shirt hugs his chest and his biceps are about to tear the seams. He greets you with a half smile.

“Mr. Miller! What’re you doing here?” You act surprised, at least you try your best to act surprised with the alcohol running through your veins.

“Sarah’s out trick or treatin’ with some friends, got tired ‘a givin out candy, decided on gettin’ a beer to pass the time.” He scratches the back of his neck and looks at you sheepishly, “uh, I think I should be askin’ you what you’re doin’ here. You tend to hang at a bar with a buncha old farts?”

You giggle, “Not necessarily, no. Pheebs and I were just having a nightcap after clubbing. Oh! How rude of me. Phoebe, this is Joel. Joel, this is Phoebe, my best friend.” You gesture between the two of them and give Phoebe’s shoulder a light squeeze while her and Joel share a quick handshake.

“Nice to meet you, Phoebe. Well, I should let you girls go on your way. I’ll see ya around, then.” As you bid your farewells to Joel and start to walk forward, you nearly fall flat on your face. Maybe you were more drunk than you thought. “Woah there, easy, darlin’.” Joel grabs you by the hips to steady you before you trip over your own two feet.

“‘M sorry, Mr. Miller. I think I drank a little too much. I’ll be okay, we’re gonna order an Uber anyway.” Your hand lays flat against his chest and you bashfully look at him through your eyelashes. You’re so close to him, you can smell his cologne. Pine? Maybe a hint of sandalwood. You can see the specks of gray hidden in his beard and the crease between his eyebrows. He is so beautiful, you just keep repeating that to yourself over and over as you study his face. He is also too old for you and your dad’s best friend, you remind yourself.

“Nonsense. I’ll give you girls a ride home, your old man would kill me if I let ya walk outta here barely able to stand up on your own.” Joel keeps a hand firmly planted on your upper back as Phoebe leads the way to the exit.

Joel’s truck is an old Chevy with a single bench. You’re sandwiched between Joel and Phoebe. Phoebe’s head is resting against the window as she drifts in and out of sleep, but you are wide awake and laser focused on your thigh brushing Joel’s. Electricity shoots through you with each bump in the road, pushing you and Joel closer together. The music on the radio plays at a low volume, so low you can hear the way Joel breathes. The way his breath hitches in the slightest every time you two touch unintentionally.

You’re giving Joel the directions to Phoebe’s place, which is difficult considering you’re drunk and everything is mush in your brain. But by some miracle, Joel finds Phoebe’s apartment building, and you walk her to the front door, hugging her goodbye.

When you get back in the truck, you return to the spot on the bench right next to Joel.

“Y’could move over now, if that’s more comfortable for ya, darlin’,” you hum in acknowledgment at Joel’s suggestion.

“Mmm. Don’ wanna. ‘S comfy, you’re so warm,” you’re definitely playing up your drunkenness but it doesn’t hurt if it means you get to be a little closer to Joel. You nuzzle your head against his muscular shoulder and sigh in contentment as you feel yourself getting sleepy.

Joel chuckles, a deep laugh that vibrates through his chest straight to your temple, “Alright, sweetheart, whatever makes ya happy,” he then lifts him arm and stretches it across the back of the seat, letting you cradle into his side. You soak in the moment, relishing in the way the lights whir past you along with the houses lining either side of you. The way Joel’s breathing is steady but his heart rate is just as fast as yours. You can smell his detergent on his shirt and you can feel the way his muscles tense and relax with each turn he makes with the wheel. You could probably do this for hours, just driving down random streets, the radio quietly playing being the only sound in the confines of the car. But, all good things must come to an end, such as pulling into your apartment complex’s parking lot and untangling yourself from Joel’s warm body.

No words are exchanged on the way to the lobby, or the elevator, or even walking down your hallway, just a silent reassurance by Joel’s hand on the small of your back—a message—I want to make sure you’re okay. When you get to your door, you purposely fumble with the keys and wobble on your heels. Your plan works out perfectly.

“Here, lemme get the door. I’ll walk ya to bed and get you a cup of water once we’re inside.” Bingo.

Joel swings the door open and you stumble past the threshold, immediately kicking off your stilettos. His hand finds its way to the small of your back again, gently leading you to your kitchen. You plop down on a chair and watch Joel search the cabinets for a glass. You are more than capable of telling him where they are, but you like watching the way his biceps stretch the fabric of his shirt every time he reaches to pull open a cabinet door. Once he finds a glass, he fills it with the tap and saunters over to you.

“Here ya go, angel. Gotta get you hydrated.” Joel holds the glass out to you, and you guzzle it in a few gulps, “Thirsty girl, ain’t ya? Feelin’ any better?”

“Mhm. Much better. You make it better,” a close lipped, content smile paints your features as you set the glass down on the table and get up from your seat. Now chest to chest with Joel, you place a hand on his chest and look up at him. With the heels now discarded, he towers over you. You note how his pupils dilate a bit when your eyes meet.

“Let’s get you to bed, sweetheart,” Joel feels his chest tightening with each second your hand lingers on his sternum. He wants nothing more than to close the distance between you two and lose himself in the feeling of your lips intermingling. But he knows you’re off limits, you’re his best friend’s daughter and too many years his junior. So he locks those thoughts somewhere in the depths of his brain and grabs your hand to lead you to your bedroom—just so he can make sure you’re okay, at least that’s what he tells himself.

Joel enters your bedroom first, absorbing the intimate space you call your own. Old vinyl records line your shelves and plants sit on your windowsill, overgrown and cascading to the oak flooring, a book sits on your nightstand with a pair of glasses sitting atop the cover. He scans your walls and notes the art you’ve chosen to decorate with, modern paintings of silhouetted bodies intertwined. Your desk is littered with pencils and journals, one is open to a sketch of a tree. It smells like you, vanilla and jasmine, he feels himself getting intoxicated each time he inhales. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you moving around, you’re fumbling with your dresser, digging through the drawer trying to find something.

“Jus’ sit down, darlin’, what’re you lookin’ for?” Joel gently moves you aside and guides you to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I’m just looking for one of my big sleep shirts. It’s an old Texas Longhorns shirt. You can’t miss it, it’s probably at the bottom of the drawer somewhere.”

“Alright, angel. I’ll find it for ya.” Joel has his back turned to you as he rummages through the balled up shirts in your drawer. You take this moment as your cue to make a move. You slowly start sliding your thin straps down your shoulders, careful to not expose your chest just yet. “Found it!” Joel seems elated that he found the shirt you so desperately wanted, it’s endearing. When he returns his attention to you, the piece of clothing falls from his hands to the floor beneath him. You are leisurely pulling your dress down over the curve of your breasts, maintaining eye contact as you do so.

“Can you help me get this dress off, Joel? Please?” You feign innocence and gaze at him with doe eyes. Joel is looking anywhere but you, clearly fighting his inner voice telling him what’s happening is wrong.

“I think you can do that yourself, honey. I don’ want your daddy t’kill me,” Joel stares at the ceiling, cursing whatever higher power there is for putting him in this situation. He feels you step closer to him, the tension palpable in the air shared between the two of you.

With your dress pulled just below your breasts, you take both hands and gently pull Joel’s head down to look at you, “Joel, I know you want this just as bad as I do. We’re both adults. I won’t kiss and tell, c’mon.” Your hands trail from his jaw to his neck, to his collarbones. Joel sighs, his face contorted into a look of contemplation.

“I-I can’t, darlin’. I want to, trust me, I really want to,” Joel engulfs both of your hands in his own and presses them to his heart. He is searching your eyes, for some sign of reluctance, but all he can find is pure lust.

Your hands travel south, skimming his clothed abdomen, over his soft belly, until your fingers hitch on his waistband, his words contradicting the growing bulge in his jeans. You run your nails side to side under the band of his boxers, making him visibly shudder. Then you lean in while standing on your tiptoes, and you gently place an open-mouthed kiss on his neck.

Joel grunts at that. All reason leaving him the moment your plush lips touch his bare skin, “Fuck it,” Joel grabs you by the jaw and kisses you hard. It’s electric, the kiss knocking you into stone-cold sobriety. With his other hand, he grabs you by the waist and starts leading you backwards to the edge of the bed.

When the back of your knees hit the mattress, you pull Joel down with you onto the white duvet. Joel breaks the kiss to admire your exposed chest, “Fuuuuck, baby, you’re so beautiful.” Joel takes one of your tits in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub, while his hand pinches and plays with your other nipple. He removes his mouth from your tit with a loud pop, moving to the other one with the same treatment.

“F-fuck, Joel, need more, please,” you’re whining and writhing beneath him. It feels so good but you need his hands in your lower region now or you might explode. Joel peels off the rest of your dress, leaving you in small spandex shorts over your fishnet stockings. With one swift motion, Joel discards the tight shorts onto the floor.

Joel can barely form a thought as he looks at the sight before him, “No panties, baby?” Your pussy is bare beneath your stockings, making Joel salivate at the obscene vision.

“Please, Joel, please. Need you so bad. Wanted this for s-so long, I touch myself thinking about you,” you are on the verge of tears, aching to be touched where you need it most, but Joel is just gawking, taking pride in how he makes you squirm. Joel stands from the bed, leaving you confused and visibly more upset, “W-what are you doing?”

“Show me, baby.” Joel has a smug smirk on his face as he watches you grasp what he’s implying.

“Wha-what?” You are baffled, you are mostly naked, sprawled out on your bed for Joel to take you however he pleases and he’s asking to watch you touch yourself?

“Show me how I make you feel good, angel. Wanna see your pretty little fingers fuck that tight pussy.” The brashness of Joel’s words make you audibly moan. Instead of taking the black fishnets off, you start to rub yourself through the holes over your clit. You never break eye contact with Joel, gathering the slick between your folds and pushing a single finger in, using the heel of your hand to stimulate your clit.

Your eyes rake over Joel’s chest, his shirt taut against his burly stature. With just a few thrusts of your fingers, you’re close, it’s the fastest you’ve ever approached an orgasm, but Joel palming himself through his jeans while he watches you get off is unbelievably hot.

The coil in your lower belly snaps and your eyes roll back, you’re chanting Joel’s name like a prayer as you fuck yourself through your climax.

Joel groans and quickly approaches you on the bed, capturing you in a deep, passionate kiss before pulling back, “That was so hot, baby, nearly had me cummin’ in my damn jeans. I gotta taste you.” Joel trails kisses down your sternum, to your abdomen, to your mound, and stops just before your most sensitive area. He looks at you for approval, you furiously nod your head, eager for whatever he has in store for you. Next thing you know, he is ripping the fabric of your stockings that covers your pussy with no effort at all.

“Look at that pretty pussy, all for me. It’s mine,” the hunger in Joel’s eyes is unlike anything you’ve ever seen before, all-consuming and animalistic.

“All yours, Joel. Fuck! All y-yours,” you tug at his hair, grounding yourself with the soft feel of his brown curls just to confirm that you aren’t dreaming.

He starts with a long stripe along your folds, gently prodding his tongue into your entrance. You’re still so sensitive, your thighs are shaking as he holds them down over his broad shoulders. He’s sucking and slurping you, twirling his tongue over your sensitive nub every so often. He’s taking his time, learning what pleasures you most, experimenting with different techniques. He is memorizing the way your pussy feels throbbing against his tongue, how you subtly grind your hips onto his nose to chase your high. You taste so sweet, like nectar dripping from a ripe peach, he could lick and suck and fuck you with his tongue all night.

Joel is relentless, eating you in earnest, he removes his hand from the grasp on your thigh and brings two thick fingers to your mouth. You obey his command, taking both fingers in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and using your tongue to lubricate them, the taste of Joel blanketing your taste buds. Joel removes his fingers from your mouth and places them at your entrance, sliding in one digit with ease and fucking you slowly before adding a second. He is knuckles deep in your pussy and his fingers are much bigger than yours, stretching you with a delicious burn.

“Baby, you’re so fuckin’ tight, fuuuck,” Joel comes up for air, never letting up the pace of his fingers entering and leaving you.

The rough callouses on his fingers provide a whole new sensation. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible. Every ridge a foreign sensation that has you reeling. He suddenly crooks his fingers to hit the spongey spot in your pussy, sending you to cloud nine. He knows just the right places to focus his fingers that have you bucking your hips up. When he returns to sucking your clit, you feel yourself teetering on the edge of your second orgasm.

“You’re so close, baby, I can feel it. Let go f’me,” your body obeys Joel’s words and you unravel before him, letting your whimpers and moans roar through the four-walls surrounding you. Joel slurps up every drop of your nectar like a man starving. You push his head away at the full-body feeling of overstimulation.

“Oh my god, Joel. Holy fuck. I need to suck your cock, please,” Joel gets up from the bed and you sit at the edge, immediately reaching out to undo his belt. He helps you undress him, tossing his shirt, jeans and boxers aside with the pile of your clothes laying on the floor. His cock springs to attention, his tip weeping and red. He’s big, much bigger than anyone you’ve been with before.

The shock must be present on your face when Joel takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilts your head up to meet his eyes, “Don’ worry baby, we’ll make it fit,” he glides his thumb over your plump lower lip then leans in for a gentle kiss, a silent gesture of reassurance.

Your nimble fingers find his shaft, the skin feels silky beneath your touch, your fingers barely touching as they wrap around the girth of him. You gather the precum leaking from his tip and spread it along the length of him. You pool your saliva and hold eye contact with Joel as you let a thick string of spit dribble from your lips to the tip of his cock. You spread it slowly up and down the length of his dick.

He throws his head back and hisses, “Shiiiit, that’s it, good girl. Get my cock nice and wet for that pretty little mouth of yours. Open up,” at Joel’s request, you part your lips and flick your tongue over his slit before wrapping your lips around the fat tip.

Joel grabs a fistful of your hair at the nape of your neck and gently guides his dick further into your mouth until he hits the back of your throat. You release your hand from the rest of his shaft and brace yourself on his muscular thighs as he slowly starts to fuck your throat. You are breathing through your nose, trying to swallow him further with each thrust.

You peer up at Joel through wet eyelashes, admiring the look of sheer bliss on his face. His other hand is lightly pressing the base of your throat, feeling his cock go in and out.

With one swift thrust of his hips, he holds his cock in place down your throat. You are gagging, tears streaming down your face from the pressure and your red lipstick is smeared everywhere but your lips. You can’t help but touch yourself listening to Joel’s grunts and heavy breathing.

“This turn you on, babygirl? You like your throat getting stuffed with this big cock? Hm?” Joel releases you from his grip to let you answer. A string of spit and precum connect your lips to the tip of Joel’s cock. You are gasping for air, holding yourself upright with one hand on Joel’s thigh, and still rubbing your clit with the other.

You can barely form a coherent sentence, “Y-yes, I l-love it, J-Joel, s-so h-hot,” Joel chuckles, pulling you up by the armpits and meeting you halfway in a sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongue. He guides you to lay back on the bed, hovering over you, holding himself up on his forearms.

“Baby, you got a condom somewhere ‘round here?” Joel starts to reach for your bedside table, you grab his wrist to stop him.

“No, Joel, wanna feel you,” you guide his hand to your breast and place a kiss on his jawline.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, darlin’.”

Joel fists his cock and brings it to your clit, lightly tapping the bundle of nerves, making you moan. He drags the tip through your folds, gathering your slick before slowly inserting the head of his cock into your entrance. Your face contorts with pleasure and pain, he’s barely in and you feel the stretch.

“You okay, baby?” Joel cradles your face with his large calloused hand and searches your eyes, a look of concern washed over his features.

“Yes, yes. Keep going, please,” you plead with Joel. Joel nods his head and places a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. He goes slow, you can feel every ridge and vein of his dick as he sinks into you further. The massive stretch of his girth burns so good.

When he bottoms out, you can feel him in your guts. You’re so full of him, so consumed by him in every way. He stills, letting you adjust to the size of him. The burning you feel quickly fades and you’re left craving more.

“Move, baby. Please, Joel…move,” Joel starts with shallow thrusts, examining your expression with each movement. He loves the way you catch your bottom lip between your teeth to contain your moans. He basks in the way your sweat mingles with his, a way of marking you as his own. His primal instinct takes over and he pulls out completely before plunging into you hard. Your pussy is squeezing his cock with each deep thrust.

The mixture of sex and Joel’s musk fills the air, you’re so close to him, you can see a drop of sweat forming at his hairline. His curls stick to his forehead and his lips are red and puffy. His mouth hangs open as he watches where your bodies meet, his shoulder muscles are flexing each time he fucks into you. Just the picture of him before you can send you into oblivion.

Joel brings his thumb to your clit and starts rubbing it in small circles. Your eyes roll back, you feel the white hot fire burning in your lower belly.

“Nuh uh, babygirl. Look at me when you cum. Wanna see those pretty eyes,” Joel’s words shoot straight to your core, and when you meet his gaze, you completely lose it. Your climax hits you like a truck, it completely consumes you, sending you to another dimension.

You can’t contain the noises that emerge from you, it’s a string of incoherent curses and Joel, Joel, Joel, Joel. As you come down from your high, everything is blurry, except for Joel. He looks so fucked out, watching you expose yourself to him in the most vulnerable of ways.

Joel suddenly pulls out, scoops you up and tosses you down onto your belly, “Get on your hands and knees f’me, baby,” you scramble onto all fours and arch your back, looking over your shoulder at Joel. “Jus’ like that, fuuuck, fuckin’ perfect little slut for me, ain’t ya?” Joel calling you a slut makes your pussy clench around nothing. With no energy left to spare, you just moan in response.

He thrusts into you with no warning, making you yelp. At this angle, he feels impossibly deeper, the tip kissing your cervix each time he shoves you full of his cock. Joel’s grip is bruising on your hips, sure to leave marks that will fade to purple by the morning. His pace is frantic, sending your body into overdrive. Every one of your nerve endings feels like they’ve been lit on fire, the overstimulation sending you into a fucked out daze.

Joel grabs you by the hair and yanks you up into a vertical position, his hand snakes around your throat while his other arm is secured at your waist. You can feel his coarse stubble on the shell of your ear, his lips whispering filthy words that make your pussy pulse around him. The room is spinning, your only hold on reality is the feeling of Joel surrounding you in his strong embrace.

Joel’s fingers find your overstimulated clit, he’s pinching and rubbing, making you wriggle in his tight grip.

“One more for me, you can do it, baby. Can you be my good girl?”

“I-I c-can’t,” your pleas fall on deaf ears, Joel doesn’t let up in the slightest.

“Yes, you can, baby. You’re alright, I gotcha. One more, that’s all I need,” you just nod in response, letting yourself feel every sensation lighting you on fire.

Joel’s lips find your pulse point, he begins sucking and biting, then licking and soothing each mark. You feel him everywhere and it’s too much. Your whole body tenses as your fourth orgasm of the night takes over your body. Joel has to hold you upright as your body convulses and your vision goes white.

As you feel your climax nearing an end, Joel’s thrusts become sloppier and start to falter.

“I’m gonna cum, baby. Where d’ya want me?”

“Inside, please, Joel. ‘M on the pill. Want you to fill me up,” at the sound of those words falling from your lips like sweet honey, Joel stills inside of you, whimpering and moaning in your ear. You feel the thick ropes of cum coat your walls and drip down the inside of your thigh.

Joel pulls out with a hiss, the action leaving you feeling incredibly empty. He falls onto his side on the bed, taking you with him. You turn in his arms to face him, admiring how peaceful he looks.

You relish in this moment, noting the way your bodies are intertwined. The sound of Joel’s heartbeat rings in your ears and settles in your memory. You mindlessly draw hearts on Joel’s chest with your pointer finger. He stares at you through hooded eyes, on the verge of sleep.

“What are you thinkin’ about, beautiful girl?” Joel kisses your forehead, you feel him smile against your skin.

You giggle, giddiness consumes you, “Jus’ thinkin’ about how you just ruined every other guy for me,” it’s a true statement, but you aren’t disappointed in the slightest. This is all you want, now and forever.

“I ain’t lettin’ any other guy come near you again. You’re mine now, sweet girl.” Joel pulls you closer against his chest and kisses the top of your head, inhaling your scent, basking in it.

A toothy smile creeps onto your face, “I’m yours, Joel.”

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a/n: if you made it this far—hi! thank you!!! this is my first time ever writing smut so please be kind :,) sending you so many hugs and kisses <3

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sturnlova · 2 months

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Matt’s long john (M.S)

(Matt Sturniolo x Female reader)

( Warning : Smut, new to writing, not proof read all the way, pet names, breeding kink and other ones, i don’t know what else 😭 )

Matt : Blue

Y/N : Pink

Chris : Orange

Nick : Purple

( Word count : 900)

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“Next up, we have Matt’s long john” Chris bursted out laughing due to matt’s stunned reaction to Chris’ words.

Me and Nick where in the background as Nick said in a frightened voice “ why would you ever say that” i giggled as i walked past Matt and whispered in his ear “ am i gonna get proof?” Matts ears and checks turned pink due to my words, i just walked away and sat on chair next to Nick waiting for the next donuts.

Time skip

Nick was fast asleep and i was just facing his back on my phone scrolling through TikTok until i got a snap for Matt, it’s not like it was weird for us to text but we didn’t really text on snapchat as i barely used it.

I opened the snap to be shown with a 8 and a half dick with a pink tip and a vein running down the side with matt’s hand holding it, and the text reading “ here’s ya proof” i could hear the Boston accent through the text.

I was still in a state of shock but snapped out of it to slowly make my way to Matt’s room.

I got out of Nick’s room silently and went to Matt’s room forgetting i had the tiniest shorts and a Calvin klein bra.

As i was about to open the door it swung open before my eyes to be meet with matt with dangerously low plaid pants showing his v-line and a happy trail along with no top on.

He grabbed me the waist and kissed me passionately, i started clenching my thigh to attempt to get rid of the growing heat between my thighs.

Matt noticed this and asked me if it was okay to remove my bottoms “ it’s okay Matty, remove my bra well you’re at it, don’t forgot your pants to” Matt removed all of our clothes and threw it somewhere in his room.

He kicked the door closed with his foot and placed me on the bed, he pulled me to the edge of the bed and started fingering me as he whispered praises in my ear.

I just moaned in response, but i needed more than his fingers, “ Matt please fuck me i need it.” and with that Matt added his length to my tight hole stretching me out.

He gave me 30 seconds to adjust but it was definitely not enough time as he started pounding into me” FUCK MATT SHIT YOURE SO BIG, FUCK I DONT KNOW IF I CAN HANDLE IT” i moaned insanely loud as he cut me off with his fingers that were once in me.

Nick called me, Matt saw this and made me answer the phone to talk to Nick.

“ Y/N are you in Matt’s room FUCKING him?”

Matt continued thrusting in me even though i was on call with his brother.

“ no nick i’m- i’m ju-just in his room .. bec- because you were sleeping and i go- got b.. bored.”

“Ok?? Are you ok you’re stuttering a lot?”

“ I’m o-okay i’m just not really focused, we are w-watching a sh-show”

“Ok well come back soon i still need a cuddle buddy.”

and with that i threw my phone across the room.

“ Good girl, lying to him just for you can get fucked by me, nearly got caught with the way you stuttered. Am i fucking you dumb ma?” “ yes fuck Matt you are.”

He kept on ramming into me, it was a speed i didn’t even know was possible, with every thrust hitting my g-spot i must’ve had 3 orgasms.

He licked the tears that feel from my eyes, and stated “ pretty girl can i fuck my babies in you? make you carry a mini me? you gonna let me fill you up?” He started whimpering as his thrust got slower and i was fucked dumb to the point i was barely able to respond, so i just silently moaned yes in response hoping he heard.

He released in me mixing both of our fluids together as i also came undone underneath him.

As he pulled out our juices started coming out but that didn’t last long since he pushed it back in my sensitive hole making me moan.

“Can’t waste any of it”

Matt carried me to the bathroom and placed me down on the toilet to pee, after i did my business he cleaned me and asked if i wanted a shower “ no thanks i can’t stand i’ll have one in the morning” “ Ok Y/N will you sleep with me tonight?” “of course i will Matt”

Matt changed the bedsheets and put me in his over sized top and some boxers, he put his boxers and pants back on as we laid in bed together to drift asleep.

We were interrupted by Nick coming in “ Y/N i get it you and Matt fuck now but i still need my cuddle buddy, also keep the fuck down kid.”

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kichiyosh1 · 11 months

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Deceitful youth

Modern au! scaramouche x f! reader

w//: yandere themes, suggestive, cross-dressing, obsession, photographs of you and your stolen things

summary: When you finally transfer to an all girls school, he was left with no choice but to take on a false female identity. Just so he wouldn't have to be separated from you, he'd do anything.

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He was obsessed with you from the start.

That day in grade school when you found him playing alone in a corner and you came to offer your hand out for him to take, inviting him to play with the other kids with a cheery smile on your face.

"It must be boring playing there by yourself, come on! i'll introduce you to the others!"

He only stared at your outstretched hand, before looking back up to meet your eyes, his eyebrows drooping before he averted his gaze a few seconds after.

"I don't like playing with the other kids, they think i'm weird..."

"What do they think they're talking about? there's nothing wrong with being weird! I mean, i think i'm weird, but there's nothing wrong with me, see?" you then proceeded to flail your arms out in the air, thinking that'd somehow convince him of your point.

'nope, there's definitely something wrong with you' he wanted to say, but he decided ignoring you would be the best course of action. Unfortunately, you weren't going to let him.

"Let me play with you then! whether if you're called weird or not, I dont mind, because you're definitely much cooler looking than the other kids!"

Cool? you think he was cool? better than the other kids even? he went silent after that, a little too flustered to say anything, but didn't make a move to pull his hand out of your grasp as you led him to who knows where.

if only those times with you could've lasted longer

As time went on you became more distant with the people around you, especially when it came to the opposite sex. He knew what your reasons were, you had told him before you decided to cut all ties.

"My mom... doesn't like the idea of me hanging around with other people, especially boys for some reason. Ah, it's not that I don't like hanging out with you! but, I'm really sorry."

Despite this, that didn't stop his on growing obsession for you. From grade school all the way to high school, he was content knowing you were still in the same school as him. Even if he had to keep a good distance away as to not scare you off. How his fingers nails would dig deep into the wood of the outdoor table when he sees you all buddy, buddy with your friend group, and to no ones surprise, only consisted of girls.

Your mother really did engrave it in your brain, the 'all men are evil' kind of saying, annoyingly enough. The way your face would deflate whenever a guy would walk by a little too close to you. Seeing you fear other guys brought a strange feeling of delight and relief to him. The chances of you getting a boyfriend was beyond negative and non-existent.

Maybe your mother wasn't all that crazy and weird after all. It's true, had it been anyone else, any other guy, they were undeserving of your time and attention. Who knows how they would have treated you, but not him, because only he could treat you right.

You had befriended him first, and in return he will continue to watch over you, as the loving boyfriend you didn't know you had and needed.

So why.

Why did you leave?

"It's been a week since [y/n] transferred to that all girls school."

A week? he's surprised he hasn't spiraled yet into madness.

"Tsk, she thinks she's better than us that she can just up and leave like that?"

'Annoying wench, of course she's better than you, in fact, you're not even close to her league'

"Man, good thing I'm a guy, If I wasn't I'd probably be there too."

'ugh, nobody's forcing you, who the hell cares what—'

he nearly choked

eyes bloodshot when he scanned the room, his bedroom. Why was he here? shouldn't he be in school? Wait, you didn't attend the same school as him anymore, so what even was the point of going?

He layed there with his arm over his forehead, his eyes devoid of any light, the same ones that were present whenever you'd step into a room.

If only he could follow you, he would, but how? If only the world would bend down to his wants, and rules be damned when it came to you. He zoned out the knocking at his door, faintly hearing the jingling of keys when his sister stepped into the room.

"Really? getting all worked up because of some girl that you can't even bother with your attendance anymore?" Raiden Mei, better than being scolded by his mother atleast.

"You're trespassing." said in such a robotic and raspy voice, his glare was received unfazed by mei. "Relax, I've got today off so I decided to be the oh so kind sister that I am and do everyone's laundry. Unless you want to continue living like the hermit that you are under all this pile of trash." He didn't bother replying, and neither did mei want to continue the conversation further, so silence enveloped the room as she rummaged through the pile of clothes that were on the floor.

but something caught her eye, at the foot of the heep was a pretty [f/c] t-shirt that had obviously no business being there. "This-","Don't touch that!" the grip he had on her was inhumane, he hovered above her with a look that clearly said 'don't'. Despite the burning sensation on her wrist, there wasn't a single sign of discomfort shown, instead it was disgust.

"So not only are you a creep," Her eyes wandered to the many pictures of you he had on his wall, she tried to the best of her ability to ignore whenever entering his room, "you're a thief too." She jerked her hand out of his grasp, leaving the t-shirt alone before quickly finishing up collecting his dirty clothes.

"Mind your own damn business","if it would make you feel any better, mom thought you were gonna be a girl, atleast she hoped you would be."

she rested her hand on the doorknob, pausing for a moment, causing scaramouche to raise a brow. "and that's going to help me feel better, how?"

"maybe if she continued believing you were a girl, maybe you would have been, if that came to be then i guess you would have been able to follow her." His breath hitched, the cogs in his head finally starting to turn.

The door to his room was already closed when mei let out a sigh, 'Could have been blessed with a sister, but I've been cursed to have this gremlin for a brother' she'd be lying if she said she wasn't concerned, whether if it was for you or for him, that was none of her buisness.

"poor girl".

Back in his room, he was already plotting what he'd do next. The answer was so obvious, so easy for him to achieve, that he's wondering why he hasn't thought of it sooner.

"Being a girl, huh," it wasn't impossible for him to do, he already has feminine features, as he wasn't blessed with a muscular body. He knows how to do make-up, and it would probably be best if he wore a wig to add on to his girly appearance. He'd need to change his wardrobe too, he'll have to do a little bit of research on what girls usually wear depending on what occasion. He's not worried about changing his identity, he's had experience before when making fake accounts and id's. The transfer won't be a problem, he can use his mother's connections to get him in, quite the convenience. You probably already forgot about him, as much as it hurts to say, but it's for the best so you won't be able to recognise him.

He's already getting lightheaded at the idea, giggling to himself imagining all the things he could get away with. Visiting your room wouldn't be weird, sleepovers? he gets to sleep next to you? he's shaking at the idea. Maybe even borrow each other's things, make-up, clothes, food? If you saw him as a girl then you wouldn't have to be afraid of him. It wouldn't be weird if he got all touchy with you, I mean your friends do it all the time, right?

something was starting to rise between his legs, he cringed at the motion. He better keep that in check if he doesn't want his secret to be revealed once he gets close to you.

He's sighing dreamily, his hand going over the framed photo he has of you on his desk. It was the one his mother took when the both of you were still in grade school.

"My [y/n], my darling [y/n]." His gaze softened at the idea of finally being close to you, once again.

"Let's start over."

pt.2?

#kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer x reader #wanderer #kabukimono x reader #kabukimono #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #genshin impact x reader #yandere scaramouche x reader #yandere scaramouche #I forgot secret alliance existed damn

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bahrtofane · 2 months

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jude but you’re also a player for madrid , on vacation somewhere where it’s nice and sunny , pretty beaches, and enough giggles between the both of you to make a laugh track

you stumble on a a group of people playing on beach, nostalgic black and white ball bouncing between them so you join in, giddy to show off at least a little bit

jude’s off somewhere getting some food, so you set your things down and get in the circle. passing the ball excitedly. you’ve been itching to play these past few days

what you think will be a fun time ends up with some of the men attacking your form, nit picking your dribbling, and giving you pointers you don’t even think your youth coach would’ve accepted

you only smile, “thanks but this is how i play most comfortably,” doing a few kick ups before sending the ball to the man next to you

a young girl looks at you wide eyed, trying to copy your form while she giggles to what you assume to me her mom

you copy it slower for her, and she manages to pull it off rather well when the ball comes her way. you smile

a man only sighs, “sweet heart i’ve been playing for 10 years i know what good and bad form looks like. “

you scoff, “call me sweetheart again and the ball is going to your face. I’ve been playing longer than that. and professionally. dont try it. “ your posture stiffens and you move away from the group. gaining a few snickers and grumbles

the man, who suffers a rather aggressive sun burn in the tackles floral shorts you’ve seen, only shouts at you to come back. calling you a liar and a hand full of obscene names

you wave him off, sitting back down on your towel, but he manages to lumber your way, all the while a couple of people are trying to hold him back. grabbing into his arm

“you don’t play. you’ve never even seen a proper pitch.” he points a finger at you

his buddy groans, “let it go man”

you put your sunglasses over your eyes, shrugging, “google me. “

it only makes him kick the sand while his voice rises, and you honestly could not care any less, crossing your legs and getting your book out. his friends are growing even more agitated by his rather unruly display

when he tries to get in your face does a familiar figure stand between you. you smile.

“got a problem here mate ?”

the man doesn’t hide the shock on his face, not the gasp that tumbles out form his lips. his friends all mirror similar expressions

“you’re..”

“a very unhappy boyfriend watching you pester my girlfriend. don’t get in her face again. wont end well for you. “ he deadpans.

the man only squints, taking one last look at you before joining the group again.

“we’re so sorry.” one of the men say.

“he’s not usual like that,” the one tries.

jude only smiles at them, waving them off. he sighs, handing you ice cream as he sits down. gentling patting your thigh.

“what was that about?”

you shrug, “some guy with an ego and nothing to show for it,” plopping a hearty scoop into your mouth. your favorite flavor. you wiggle happily.

he nods, spoon in his mouth, “we’ll play in a few. just us. “

you hum, leaning against his warm sun kissed skin.”i’d like that. “

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rxreid · 1 year

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u can pick if u do blurb or fic!

accidentally mix-matching socks w/ spencer so u both show up to work w/ one of the same sock so everyone figures out ur dating?

thanks! <3

yes yes yes! of course i can! this is such a cute ask, and totally something i can see happening - i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it <3 its somewhere in between a blurb and a fic, but i'm not setting it up/writing it as a fic, if that makes sense?

(as in: quite a lack of descriptive language, more telling rather than showing, but i'd be happy to create a full fic from it if you guys would like me to!)

you'd have both woken up after a night together, what kind of a night: you decide. but certainly a type including a lack of cozied feet by the end. your plain purple socks would be scattered across the floor, along with spencer's purple and black polka-dot ones, inevitably leading to the mix-up. with you both working at the BAU, your morning would be rushed, and subsequently, neither of you would have really been bothered over which socks you had slipped on.

in fact, you wouldn't even notice until you arrived at your desk. garcia would be the first to point it out, a simple "ha! you and reid have the same pair of socks, that's so funny."

spencer would be mercilessly shaking his head at you from his desk, cheeks red in realisation, but still motioning for you to not let anything slip, so you'd simply laugh in response.

next to notice would be morgan, "why are you and pretty boy wearing the same socks?" he'd ask, in that oh so sarcastic, playful tone of his, handing you a cup of coffee.

"really? we hadn't noticed." you'd reply, nonchalant as ever. or so you thought, even when your hands clasped the cup tighter than they had been before you began to speak.

"seriously? you're telling me - spencer reid, the spencer reid, didn't notice someone else having the same socks as him?"

"guess not! maybe we shop at the same place." would be your reply in an attempt to cut short the conversation, and you'd flee back to your desk.

the day would pass by, but eventually hotch would call everyone in for a meeting. everything would go downhill from there.

"hey! it's the sock buddies!" morgan would laugh, watching you and spencer walk through the door in single file. spencer would roll his eyes, and you'd stifle a laugh.

"sock buddies?" hotch would question.

"they're wearing the same pair of socks." garcia would pipe up over the speaker projecting her voice into the room.

morgan would begin, "they both have purple socks on, its kind of funny, i-"

"they're sleeping together!" and that's how prentiss made her presence clear, her face full of surprise as she would stand in the doorway.

"what?!" you and spencer would start at the same time, and emily would lift her finger in a "shh" signal.

"my god, you call yourselves profilers, yet you couldn't even figure this one out? they dont have the same pair of socks, they each have one polka-dot purple, and one plain purple - and y/n was wearing the plain purple ones yesterday!" she'd proceed, laughing as she'd finish off her sentence.

you'd look around frantically, mind racing with ways to erase this - but it would be too late. even hotch would be trying not to crack a smile at his co-workers discovery. garcia, however, would not hold back. a scream would come from her speaker, startling everyone, but actively displaying her extreme excitement for the two of you.

spencer would try to reason with them, "we're not, i swear, we just-"

"oh, give it up, you two, it's not a big deal. plus, we have a case to work on." is definitely something hotch would say in response, but he's secretly hiding his proud-dad-moment smile.

"fine. back to the case, then?" spencer would finish off, effectively finishing the conversation, but definitely not ending the lifetime of teasing.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds #spencer reid blurb #rxreid #myfics.docx * ˚ ✦#reid.txt * ˚ ✦

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malleusthehammer · 8 months

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Hi. Can you make a fic/headcannon with Tesla that has a s/o that is a badass with anger issues. Tesla would always give her migranes with the shenanigans that he does. She would pull Tesla from the scruff of his shirt, and pull him out, telling him he is done.

Thx in advance

Absolutely!! i have been dying to write for Tesla!! >:3 i really hope you enjoy!!

Tesla with a Badass!Reader!! Warnings: Yelling? Type: Drabble!!

Tesla has always been one to get on your nerves. But who were you not to love him? Hes just a silly guy!! Any time he has a new idea for any experiment, h runs around without you knowing. He knows how mad you can get if you find him putting himself in danger. It sent a shiver down his spine at the thought of you picking him up and shaking some sense into him.

This time, he thought about actually trying to start out his Gematria Zone. You had kept a keen eye on him lately, along with his science buddies. You knew he was up to something just by the way he kept distancing himself from you.

It was quite the normal day in the lab, Tesla was writing on the chalkboard while Edison followed closely with a notepad and quick fingers. The other scientist fiddled with their own mess, drabbling in their own fields.

You could hear the jabber between the men, only barely overridden by the buzz of some electric things that you had no clue how they worked. You never minded letting Tesla have his own days with his men, but he always promised to tell you what he was doing that day. Somehow, he had bribed you into going out for the day with some of the other females and valkyries in Valhalla. You knew it was was risky, considering that your boyfriend was one of the most famous scientists.

You let it slide, calming down and hanging out with your girls. The date was going just wonderfully! Goll was talking your ear off about something she had learned about Jack the Ripper, and Brunhilde was just letting her jabber. The three of you walked the halls gently, hearing the other people laugh and banter about. A party was in a few days, commemorating all the gods and those who made it Valhalla. All was swell till your phone dinged.

"Hey, [your name], I think you should head back, Teslas getting out of control"

Your eyes widened at the sight of the text. Sure, Edison texted you here and there, but it was only flirtatious comments. This mustve been serious.

"Hey- i gotta run. Its Tesla."

Goll cocked her head slightly as brunhilde sighed and waved a shoo hand at you. You waved to them before darting down the hall, slamming doors open and running through room after room to make it back to the observatory. Once you made it, you slammed the door open, huffing and puffing.

All the scientists dropped what they were doing with shocked and scared faces. They knew what was up. A few pointed at Tesla as he continued to fiddle with a bunch of wires, sparking everywhere

"Nikola. Tesla."

Your voice rung out in the large room, causing him to turn swiftly around and see who called him. His face lit up and he smiled, taking off his gloves.

"My Darli-"

"Dont play dumb with me now, Tes.."

His eyes slightly widened as he watched you walk towards him. He was tall, but you were MUCH taller. You swiftly grabbed him by the back of his shirt and coat, holding him up like a mother dog would her puppies. He smiled weakly as his feet dangled off the ground .

"D-Dear, no need to be rash-!"

"No. I told you, I cant trust you around your own damn experiments."

Edison was giggling in the corner, covering his mouth with his hand. You shot a deathly glare at him and he immediately stopped. All the other scientist along with Edison backed up.

"C'mon.. were going home."

"B-but my Gematria Dome!''

"NO! Youre done!"

And with that you tossed him over your shoulder, and walked out the room. After walking for a while, you sat him down and sighed.

"im sorry for yelling at you, Tes.."

Tesla chuckled and shook his head.

"oh nono, you were just saving me from my own death, my dear.. thank you.."

GRAAAAAA okay lowkey i did not intend for this to be so long. But i really really hope you enjoyed this!! Its my first real time writing for Tesla, so i hope its to your standards!!!

#record of ragnarok x reader #ror x reader #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok art #record of ragnorak #tesla record of ragnarok #nikola tesla #nikola tesla record of ragnarok

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LET ME IN! - good days by sza

synopsis - jeon yn is a mysterious human being. people only know her as “kazuhas silent buddy”. this makes beomgyu curious. curious enough to try and befriend yn himself. if only she wasnt so stubborn…

warnings - written, awkwardness (as mf always😭), mentions of food, rushed writing (my apologies). lmk if i missed anything🙏🏽

word count - 791

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2:40 pm .

you walk to the cafe, taking in the way the sun makes the flowers look a little more beautiful. everything is so calm right now. and you look as carefree as possible. but thats far from reality. in your mind youre thinking of all the negative outcomes that could happen after you two talk. what if you guys dont make up? what if he hates you for being so overdramatic? are you in the wrong? everythings so messy in your head.

the only thing youre sure of is that you want this to be over. you want to go back to how things were. and you hope that you dont end up in tears by the end of the conversation.

‘movie star’ by kairo plays in your headphones as you wait for beomgyu to enter the cafe. your fingers are tapping against the table as you unconsciously start bouncing your leg, something you do when youre nervous.

and when the little bell on top of the cafe entrance rings, your nervousness only multiplies. youre brave enough to raise your head and stare into beomgyus eyes as he walks towards your table.

“thanks for coming, yn” he says with an awkward smile as he slides into the booth. you give him a small nod along with a tight lipped smile, taking your headphones out.

a waiter comes to your table and asks for your guys’ orders. it wasnt until they left that beomgyu started talking.

“yn..” he starts, “im sorry. i know.. i know thats whats expected from me but i really mean it.” he pauses to see if youd say something. and when you dont, he continues on.

“the way i handled the situation was stupid and i shouldve talked to you about how you felt and what you wanted to do about the rumors but instead i acted on my instincts and i hurted you by doing that. so im sorry. i understand completely if you dont want to forgive me. but i just want you to know that im so sorry for what i put you through.” a pause, an inhale from the nose. and suddenly,

“and i also miss you.. tons.”

this catches your attention. your eyes widen a little as you slightly lift your head to look at him. you clear your throat.

“do you?” beomgyu nods slowly but firmly.

you nod your head twice then you avert your gaze somewhere else.

the waiter comes back with your drinks and food. you take a sip of your drink, beomgyu doing the same. after swallowing the sweet liquid, you face beomgyu and look him in the eyes. he nervously stares back.

“ive missed you too, beomgyu” you say very quietly. almost like a whisper. the nervousness in beomgyus eyes lessen a little. a little.

“but you hurt me so bad. you made me feel like you regretted spending time with me. i thought you realized that you shouldnt be hanging out with me because im not as.. outgoing or exciting as you. i was convinced you were embarrassed of me.”

“id never be embarrassed of you, yn” beomgyu says immediately. you sigh and think. you really did miss beomgyu. but you were so afraid. sooo afraid that something like this would happen again.

“look. im willing to be friends with you again,” you start. seeing the way beomgyus eyes brightened made your heart pulse. “but its gonna take a while to go back to the way we were. if you want to go back to that point then you should prove to me that youre willing to fix our friendship.”

beomgyu nods quickly, muttering a few “mhm”s within every nod.

“ill prove to you, yn. i promise!”

you smile at him. you both finish your meals in silence. but this time, its a comfortable silence. the feeling of awkwardness and tension no longer there. because you both know that your friendship is now a work of progress. no more anger or stress.

beomgyu finishes before you and coughs before saying,

“can i walk you home?” you give him a playfull smile.

“nope. we havent got there quite yet.” beomgyu stares at you with a shocked expression as you stand, bag in hand and a smile still on your face.

walking away, you smile with satisfaction written all over your face. meanwhile beomgyu watches as you exit the cafe before chuckling to himself.

“that girl.” he shakes his head with a smile before heading out himself.

the sun shines a bit brighter as you walk home. the breeze hits different and if your music wasnt so loud in your headphones, you wouldve heard the birds chirping. ‘good days’ by sza plays. yeah. good days indeed.

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author’s note - srry for the wait😓 mamas here now, guys!

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mymelodymia · 7 months

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Hey, did you ever write about how a teenage reader brings her boyfriend home to meet her dad? But the thing is, her father is Tony Stark. Whomever his daughter brings to him, Tony will respect her choice. But to the guy himself, he will have questions and rules "how to treat my daughter so as not to get a bullet in the ass" (I apologize if this joke is unpleasant for you). I think that as a result of this meeting, Tony will be able to understand to whom he gives his daughter, and the reader will understand that she is always under the protection of her father.

If you want, I would read van shot. Please use she/her

I hope I didn't miss anything from your requirements 🥺

"Listen here buddy" Dad!Tony stark x daughter!reader

Summary: you bring your bf to meet your dad

Warnings: tony being overprotective, strict tony,

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You had brought your bf to meet your dad that afternoon, he was quite nervous, givin that your father was tony stark.

"Ready?" You asked him as he sat at the front porch, you walking in, and him hesitating. When you eventually got him to come inside, you walked into the living room area, only to see your dad in the suit, sitting so casually on the couch.

You gave him a slightly disapproving stare when bf/n sat down in the couch across from tony, and tony stood up, and took of the suit, and luckily he was wearing something casual, though he had definitely thought to put on a hotdog costume.

Then he sat back down on the same couch he was on a second ago, and you sat down next to bf/n, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Can you like..." Tony said looking at the two of you, using a hand gesture to separate you both.

"Alright, i got some questions for this one" he said pointing toward the boy.

"Okay, hit me" the young man said smiling,

"Phone number, parents phone number, address, what school do you go to? What sports do you play? Have you two kissed, nevermind dont anser that." He certainly going on and on after bf/n answered all of the questions, trying not to freak out.

+•°+*°•+

Eventually, when this dreaded evening was over, you took bf/n outside to walk him to his vehicle, but before he could drive off, you leaned in the peck him on the lips, but just before your lips made contact with his, you heard aggressive banging on the window, turning around to see none other then tony, waging his finger, and yelled the word.

"NOPE!"

#tony stark x daughter reader #dad!tony stark #daughter reader #tony stark #tony stark x stark!reader #tony stark x reader #iron dad #iron man #iron man x y/n #tony stark x you #x reader #marvel mcu

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burnedwriter · 2 years

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"A tiring journey"

A/n:sorry for delaying this fic for so long i have been feeling a little bit under the weather and now that im kinda better im able to upload again.idk how good the story is if there are any mistakes plz let me know

Warnings:none,sfw,angst/hurt to comfort?,scaramouche being scaramouche,scara calling you a useless worm

A/n:you and scaramouche are lost on your way to sumeru city,scara and you got into an arguement bc of it but this time it has an unexpected ending

"I think we have to go left???''

you said pointing to the map trying to figure out what was the correct way only to be met with a sign from scaramouche.you and scaramouche have been walking around for hours trying to reach sumeru city but only ending up going in circles

he was looking away from you with his arms crossed even though he wasnt looking directly at you you could feel his eyes like daggers at the back of your head

''or right?'' you said

With that he snaps walking aggresively towards you and grabbing the map out of your hands,making you jumpa bit from the sudden action

''give me this thing,or else we will stay here for an eternity,you clearly dont know how to do onething correctly,you useless worm''

though you are used to his mean words since you knew scaramouche can be very moody at times sometimes they didnt fail to hurt you deeply even if you didnt want to admit it.Ever since you met him,you had a difficult time getting along,his arrogant didnt make it easier either constantly looking down on you

you didnt say anything back not wanting to start a fight that you knew it will lead to nothing at the end

''we have to take a left then go straight and finally we are going to reach sumeru city''

you only nodded as a response and followed behind him

the silence between you growing louder and louder

you started to question why did you chose him as to be your travel buddy? was it his looks or that you secretly liked his rude attitude?

every time you talked to him you couldnt help but stare at his indigo eyes,occasionally you could see him blushing but given that he would always turn his gaze away from yours you couldnt put your finger on it if it was true

lost in your thoughts following behind scaramouche, sumeru city could be seen in the distance finally both of you would be able to take some rest from this long journey

breaking the akward silence between you scaramouche says

''if it wasnt for me,we would still be going in circles,you are a burden to my journey''

that was it you have had enough of his arrogant attitude.

''if im such a burden to your journey why dont you leave''

tears of anger threatening to leave from your eyes,the lack of sleep trying to reach the city has had a tall on you and scaramouche's attitude didnt make it any better.though its true you didnt know why he sticked with you if he didnt like you and thought you were a burden.

scaramouche turned around and looked at you after what you said,his frowned brows and hostile glare made it obvious that he was angry.

Great another one of your usual fights is about to begin you thought to yourself,but what you didnt expect was the sudden change of scaramouche's expression after he saw the tears still threatening to escape at the corner of your eyes,his expression now calm and relaxed unlike his previous one

he a signed

''come on,let's get some food and find a place to rest for the night,tomorrow we can talk about it''

you expected him to insult you like he would always do but this time was different,his response left you speechless.

''ok let's go'' you said still shocked as you followed him into the city

that only opened more questions about scaramouche,did he respected you for standing up to him?,did he actually like your company? did he actually cared about you?the questions are endless but you could only hope that they will be answered in the near future

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche #genshin hurt/comfort #genshin impact #genshin scaramouche

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aaaaafro · 1 year

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"Don't Say It." TWICE Jihyo x M! Reader (+18)

tw: +18, smut

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"I lov-"

'Dont!' A silent plea for mercy as you two sat in the middle of your room. In which both of you have grown accustomed to.

You may be asking yourself 'why has it come to this?' In all honesty this shouldn't even be a surprise to you. Almost all of the people around you are rooting for the two of you to happen but now that it's actually in front of you.

It terrifies you. Like your legs turning into jello. You can pass out at any given moment and your head is all over the place but your eyes stay on its target failing to focus on anything else.

There she is... Jihyo, a god? a classmate, a room buddy, a childhood friend and most importantly the woman of your dreams about to confess to you but here you are begging her in your mind to stop.

Literally, LITERALLY! Anyone would kill to be in your situation and yet you're here thinking that this shouldn't happen.

"Love-..."

It hurts for you just letting her continue with each syllable knowing that whatever comes after this is just you being unsure and not being fully committed.

That's it! That's why you're begging her in your mind to not say it. You're uncertain and scared.

She's too perfect for you, you've heard people murmured about why Jihyo still chose to hangs out with you despite being so gloomy and a total loner.

Knowing full well that your disparities in terms of social standing are like heaven and hell. Jihyo still chooses you, despite the all of the incredible, stunning, wealthy men courting her. She always ends up choosing you.

Don't get it all mixed up. You love her... BADLY. To the point where you'd spend the whole night trying to come up with topics to talk to with her the next time you'd hang out just to avoid boring her.

And to the point where you'd personally refill your social battery whenever she's around and even taking loads of shit from other people who sees you as a dead weight of Jihyo.

Even though Jihyo always protects you and shoo away whoever bad mouths you. You'd still feel bad knowing that it's actually Jihyo's reputation getting tainted.

All of that and yet here you are hoping she'll stop mid sentence because you're afraid that you're not enough for her, afraid that this'll ruin a perfectly good friendship.

Even if Jihyo has been giving you hints ever since you've entered your senior year. Those subtle touches that will lead to her leaning to your chest as the two of you laugh at the most stupid things.

Those nights to which you'd fallen asleep supporting each other after a movie marathon. Jihyo's love taps that looks like physical assault to other people.

To those soft moments to which the world disappears and it's just the two of you sharing thoughts about the most random life question.

She made it clear that she has fallen for you badly and you didn't even try to hide the fact that you also did and yet here you are begging her to not say those words.

"I love yo-."

You wouldn't dare to stop her with your hands but yet you did something even worse. Both of your eyes widens realising that your lips are on one another.

She pulled away from you realizing something, you tried going in for another but she stopped you with a finger.

"Say it." She whispered.

And there it is. Your endgame. The line you didn't want to cross is now right in front of you begging to be walked on.

Her eyes said it all.

"Jih." You called holding on to her hand like it's the last thing you can do.

"Yes?"

"Why me?" You asked.

"There are mountains of men greater than me... You could have anyone you want with just a snap of a finger... So why does it have to be me saying it to you?" A final plea for a hope that this uncertainty that you have can be washed away by her answer.

"Because I don't want anyone else. Those mountains of men can go fuck themselves. I have the greatest guy here." She said capturing your nape with her arms.

With the sweetest of smile, in contrast of the errotic scene. You've found yourself lost but yet found as your anxiety was washed away.

"I love you more."

Jihyo pulled you in for another kiss and you're no less then welcome to give her all your heart. Feeling all of your emotions pouring in.

Fuck ever doubting yourself. She wants you to say it, you say it.

"I love you Jihyo."

"I love you more." She replied as you pulls you in accidentally poking her core with your rod. Causing her to gasp loudly.

"S-shit, are you okay?" You're beyond concern right now.

"I am, it's just... It's my first and you're quite the size." She smiled before kissing your lips once more.

"I-if you want we can sto-."

"No! Let's do it now. I want it... No! I need you." She pleaded.

"We'll go slow." You replied caressing her cheek. With a nod you gently push your member in.

She was beyond wet and that made your penetration a tad bit easier. She's tight as heck and your size isn't really helping anyone right now.

"Nnnhhngg!" She winced.

You would've stopped but she pulled you in with such force you you've completely disappeared inside her. Followed by a loud moan escaping both of you.

"Holy! Fuck!" You two echoed each other before a smile forms across your faces.

"Now the fun part?" You jokingly said as she just slap you by the chest.

Easing your way in and out of her, you focused solely on her facial features which is drowing in pleasure. You did your best to move but her tight walls clamping you so much you can feel like exploding anytime soon.

Afraid to disappoint her you muster everything you can to pleasure her more. Pumping in and out of her at a steady pace, which Jihyo really appreciated. It was obvious with her moans.

"Fuck! Oh my me~ you're going so deep."

Her nails clawing your back as her hands trying its best to grab a hold of something to fight off the urge to just devour you whole.

"You feel so fu~cking good!" She cried.

"You're o-one to t-talk." You replied grasping for air still trying to keep the pace.

Jihyo realizing your fatigue flipped you like it's nothing, not even breaking the connection, you're now at the mercy of your love.

Without any notice she starts bouncing crazy. Your eyes could've gone all over the place but it was focused on nothing but her bouncing mounds.

Your hands unconsciously went up grabbing as much as you can, even pinching her tips. Earning a long errotic moan from Jihyo.

With her voice, paired with her rapid pace, her glorious mounds, and tight walls it was inevitable to reach the climax.

"I'm so close." You warned her.

"Sh~it! Me too. Hold it in me for a bit baby, let's do it together." Again who are you not to oblige.

A couple of more bounces paired with her collapsing to capture your lips with her's.

"F-fuck~!" The two of you echoed one another once more.

"Shit!" You cursed.

"What?!" Jihyo quickly lifted herself from your chest. You looked at her with fears in your eyes.

"Oh... I know, don't say it. I know that look." Jihyo confidently goes back to lay on your chest.

"I shot it in." She chuckles as her finger tips draw circles on your chest.

"It's my safe day dummy." She reassures you before giving you another sweet smile.

"Oh, thank god." A feeling of relieved has washed over you.

"Babe?" You hear Jihyo whispered.

"Yeah?" You replied.

"Say it again for me? Please?" Doing her best aegyo. There's no resisting it.

"I love you Park Jihyo. I love you so much." Her smile widens as she place a quick smooch on your lips before laying back on your chest.

"I love you more."

And that's that! A procrastinating work because i don't know how to tackle the next update for my on going book lol, see ya next time

#twice #park jihyo #jihyo #twice smut #twice x reader #male reader

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sanzuballs · 1 year

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zoro makeup sex

ft. zoro. duh. || nsfw

LIVE LAUGH ZORO. this is gonna be pretty spicy im scared omg i never write stuff like this. im excited tho so enjoy my munchkins

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all day zoro had shown you barely any attention, like at all. he had been super duper busy training and when you tried to say hi he just ignored you. this actually had been going on for a while now, a few days. when you had truly realized how long this had been going on, you were pretty hurt and mad.

“have you seen y/n, nami?” zoro asks.

“mmmm, im afriad not. she might be in the guest room. shes not in your guys’ room?” nami scratches her head, thinking hard.

“shes not but thanks.” zoro sighs and stomps off to the guest bedroom.

“y/n? you in there?” zoro furrows his eyebrows then leans close to the wooden door and hears faint sobbing. he couldnt help but bust the door open.

“y/n?!!” he clutches your shoulder as he sees you on the bed of the guest bedroom crying.

“zoro dont act all buddy with me now! youve been a fucking jerk to me.” you said with tears spilling down your puffy cheeks.

zoros glare softens. his body becomes less tense. he leans in for a kiss. then he wraps his arms around you. you grab hard on him as he positions you on his thigh.

“m’ sorry.” he pulls away then looks in your eyes. you could tell he felt akaward.

“shut up.” you try to make a serious face you start laughing through your tears. missing his touch, you hide your face by wrapping your arms around his neck.

he starts to slowly suck on your neck, you missed his touch more than anything.

“been trying hard to master a certian sword skill. sorry.” he whispers out.

then he accidentally moves the thigh your sitting on and it rubs right against your clit, which was only covered by a thin pair of panties. you couldnt help but let out a small moan. then you started slowly rocking on his musclar thigh.

“its okay.” you grasp tighty around his neck. “i should of told you something was bothering me.”

“no its my fault. let me show you how much i love you.” he trails his calloused hands down your waist and flips you on your back. “youre beautiful.” zoro wasnt a man if many words so when he did give you compliments, they felt so amazing. you hid the blush that decorated your cheeks. his hand came up to bring that hand behind your back. he bent down to use his mouth to take your soaked panties off. you clenched your thigh together and started rubbing your thighs together.

“dont do that, baby.” zoro says. then you felt the girth of two fingers in your pussy. you couldnt help but yelp. “youre killing me, i can barely move.” he slowly drags his thick fingers in and out of your soaking pussy. “let me hear you cmon.”

after he said that you couldnt shut up. things like “zoro yes!”, “m’ feels good!”, “missed you!” kept coming out of your mouth. when you started just getting incoherent, zoro knew you were close.

“i wanna feel you when you cum.” he quickly pulls his fingers out of your heat then you moan at the sudden loss of his fingers.

then they were soon replaced by his dick.

“oohh fuckk..” his head goes up and you see his adams apple poke out. he bottoms out in you. at this point, youre on edge and just want to cum. you start riding his dick but then his hands come down on your waist. then he takes a breath in and starts thrusting inside of you. you start mumbling and moaning so hard you were sure that everyone heard you.

then you could feel that warm feeling in yout tummy. you were gonna cum but it felt different this time. before you could figure out, a clear liquid comes out of your pussy. zoro stops in awe for a second.

“you squirted, thats so cute.” he smirks at you but then he doesnt stop thrusting.

“one more time baby.”

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Modern!Aegon Drabble (Connected to Wolves/Dragons/Seahorses) 💕

Thanksgiving Dinner [Alternatively: As You Wish]

A/N: this is connected to my ongoing series which you can read here! takes place between chapters 11 and 12, Thanksgiving dinner 💕

Summary: Aegon pulls some typical Aegon shit at Thanksgiving dinner..

TW: SEXUAL SITUATIONS IT IS AN NSFW DRABBLEEEEEEE, P in V sex, fingering, oral sex

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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Aegon Targaryen is a problem. The biggest problem in your life at this point, as a matter of fact.

You give him the dirtiest look you can as you sit at Thanksgiving dinner with the Targaryen/Velaryon/Hightower family. You were quite happy to admire your friend and one time hookup buddy’s super hot Uncle Daemon from afar during the meal. Daemon was a total DILF and you were going to enjoy basking in his presence for as long as you could.

But Aegon had other plans for you.

Currently, his hand has traveled from where it had somewhat innocently rested on your knee all the way up to your upper thigh and then, into your underwear.

You choke on your water, making your big brother, Cregan look at you, concerned from his seat opposite Jace, “Sis? You okay?”

You nod wearily, still coughing, “Wrong pipe.”

Jace slaps your back, thinking he’s helping you until Aunt Nyra yells at him that he’ll only make things worse. He stops and smiles at you sheepishly. You wave off his concern, mumbling between coughs that you’re fine.

Aegon, however, has not let up. You grab your phone and fire off a text to him, pissed off beyond all belief.

Y/N: what the fuck do you think you’re doing???

You hear him giggle to himself, holding you in place as you try to move away.

Aegon: Uh blowing your fucking mind?

You do your best to convey your annoyance via text message to him, all caps as you type furiously. And he still keeps fucking going the whole damn time.

Y/N: I DONT THINK FINGERING ME UNDER THE FUCKING DINNER TABLE AT THANKSGIVING CONSTITUTES BLOWING MY GODDAMN MIND AEGON

He pushes himself even further inside of you, making you let out a loud gasp. Aemond looks at you curiously from his seat across from you.

“Y/N, seriously, are you alright?” Aemond sees how your jaw and fists are clenched as you sit at the table, grinding your teeth, “If you’re not feeling well, I can help you upstairs.”

“Do you have to take a dump or something?” Cregan asks, his mouth full of mashed potatoes.

“Cregan!” Aunt Ali chides your brother, “You be nice to your sister! Your mum told me if you pick on her too much!”

“I’m just asking as a concerned brother!” Cregan protests, earning a giggle from Helaena, Baela, and Rhaena.

You look at the cause of all of your problems, who’s simply watching you with an innocent grin.

Innocent, ha. Aegon fucking Targaryen has not been innocent since the day he was born.

He moves his fingers again, curving them into you and pumping in and out, slowly. Your breath hitches and you cross your legs to try to stop the movement of his fingers.

It does absolutely nothing. His thick fingers still move in that disgustingly pleasurable curving motion inside of you

Your phone buzzes again and you check it.

Aegon: So you’re not enjoying it? You could’ve fooled me by the way you’re squeezing my fingers

You glare at him, seeing him eating from his goddamn Thanksgiving plate with his left hand and finger fucking you with his right.

When he hits your g-spot just right, you jump slightly and your fork clatters to the ground. Jace and Aemond look at you, concerned. You probably look like a fucking wreck.

“Aw, Princess, don’t worry,” Aegon smiles, “I’ll grab that for you.”

He leans down under the table to pick up your fork and on the way up, he fucking presses an open-mouthed kiss to your knee.

Your eyes widen as he hands you your fork back, “Here you go.”

He starts chuckling to himself at your horrified expression, starting to move his fingers again, pissing you off but making you feel fucking amazing at the same time. You growl under your breath and text him again.

Y/N: ITS NOT FUCKING FUNNY THEY COULD SEE

He smirks to himself, reading your message before he replies.

Aegon: So you’re saying if they couldn’t see you wouldn’t mind

Y/N: dont be cute with me

He moves faster, bringing you to the edge before he completely stills his movements. You look at him, confused.

Aegon: Okay, no worries, I’ll just stop

Seriously????? When he’s brought you this fucking close? This stupid, stupid, asshole. You weigh your options. Ignore him and go upstairs, condemning yourself to a disappointing night of you and your own hand? Or, swallow your pride and get some for the first time since that stupid back to school mixer?

It’s no contest, you decide, what the fuck. Let him finish what he started. You grab his wrist with your hand as he starts to move away from you, texting back with your other hand.

Y/N: don’t you fucking dare move your hand away from me you asshole

Aegon: As you wish, Princess

You stand up and excuse yourself, saying that you’re really tired. Everyone at the table asks if you’re okay. You say you just need to get some sleep. Jace smiles at you.

“If you need anything, just let us know, okay?”

You nod, moving on shaky legs towards Aegon’s room, where you’re staying. As you walk, you notice Helaena in deep conversation with… Your brother?

Okay, that’s weird. Why are they talking? To each other? You give Cregan the stink eye as you walk away, but he’s too busy talking to your best friend to notice. This is the weirdest Thanksgiving ever.

You go up to Aegon’s room and close the door behind you, laying down on his bed to wait for him. His room is just very… Him.

You look at his side table and smile, looking at a picture of you, him, Aemond, Jace, and Helaena a couple of years ago, at you, Jace, and Aemond’s high school graduation. He’s got his arms around you and Helaena, giving you a kiss on your cheek. Jace is on your other side, also giving you a kiss, and Aemond is on the end by Helaena. This is one of your favorite pictures. It always has been.

The door opens and Aegon stumbles in, a plate of pumpkin pie in his hand, grinning, “I snuck some up for you.”

“My hero,” you laugh, pulling him into a kiss, “Doesn’t make up for your little stunt at dinner, though.”

He shrugs, “I have no regrets, doll face.”

Doll face. Princess. Whatever he calls you always gives you goosebumps, it’s a bit unfair.

You push him down onto the bed, straddling him, “You’re kind of an asshole. You tried to fucking pull your hand away. Asshole behavior.”

He grins up at you, “Well, I’m your asshole.”

You pause, looking at him. He’s not yours. He’s never been one to commit. It was just a slip of the tongue.

I think I’m in love with you.

That text lives rent free in your mind as you continue kissing him, grinding against him. He groans into your mouth. You continue grinding against him more and more, until finally, you’re granted the release he has been taunting you with ever since dinner.

“Damn, you are down horrendous,” he cackles, “You fucking came from dry humping?”

You glare down at him, “You little shit, if you don’t shut up right now, you won’t get to cum at all.”

Aegon opens and closes his mouth a couple of times before mumbling, “You’re kinda scary. It’s sorta hot.”

“Aw, thanks,” you grin, pulling your sweater dress off, leaving you in your matching black lace bra and panties, making Aegon let out a low groan of approval, “Take your clothes off. Like, right now.”

“As you wish, Princess,” he winks up at you, sitting up and taking his shirt off before pausing, “I hate to say it, but you’re gonna have to get off of me to let me get these pants off, though.”

“Oh, right.”

He keeps his eyes on you as he pulls his pants off, revealing that he wasn’t wearing any underwear this whole time. You roll your eyes at his cheeky grin. Fucking tease. He goes and lies back down on the bed.

“I’m all yours, Princess.”

You straddle him, kissing him more softly than he thought you would. He moans into your mouth, making you smile into the kiss. Aegon has no qualms about making any noise right now. Everyone is all the way on the other side of the mansion in the dining room.

Here, in his room, it’s just you and him.

You kiss down his jaw, to his neck, down his chest all the way to right above his achingly hard cock. He looks at you pleadingly.

“Y/N, please touch me.”

You press a kiss to the tip of his shaft, making him whine when you lick the underside of it, your tongue licking all the way to his balls. You take him into your mouth and you swear when you look up at him, he’s crying a little bit from how good your hot, wet mouth feels around him. He whimpers under you as you use your hand to cup his balls, massaging them. You take him in so deep he hits the back of your throat, making your own eyes tear up slightly at the sensation. He tries to pull back, seeing you like that, but you just start bobbing your head up and down on him. When he cums in your mouth, you pull off of him, your lips making an obscene popping sound as you do.

He stares at you almost in awe when you crawl back up towards him and whisper, “Do you wanna taste yourself?”

He nods eagerly, pulling you into a messy kiss, tasting himself and the wine you drank at dinner. He absently thinks that it’s his new favorite taste in the world.

When he feels your clothed pussy rubbing up against him, he’s already half hard again. He moves his hands to cup your breasts over the fabric of your bra.

“Can I touch you?” Aegon asks, staring at you, “I’m literally going to die if you say no. I hope you realize that.”

You grin at him wryly, “I don’t think you’re using ‘literally’ properly, baby.”

He smiles up at you dopily, he loves it when you call him baby, “Fine, Princess, I will metaphorically die if you don’t let me touch that body of yours.”

You laugh and get off of him, sliding down your underwear and unhooking your bra, leaving yourself completely bare before him. But it’s not scary. Not with the way he’s looking at you. Like you’re a fucking masterpiece in an art exhibition.

You move back to straddle him and he sits up, his hands immediately moving to cup your breasts. He takes one in his mouth, making you let out a low moan as you pull at his hair. He continues his movements, sliding his left hand down to thumb at your clit. He pinches slightly, making you yelp.

“Aegon,” you scold, “Baby, no one likes a tease.”

“Sorry,” he grins, “Just trying to get my girl ready for me.”

You feel that he’s already hard again and you pull his mouth off of your nipple, making him look you in the eyes, “Fuck me.”

“With pleasure,” he grabs his dick and rubs it against your folds, “Still so wet for me.”

“Wait,” you mumble, blindly reaching for the condoms he keeps on his side table, ripping a packet open with your teeth, making him grin at the sight, “Condom.”

“Y/N, you’re on the pill, we could totally go raw-”

“Yeah, not today, Satan,” you roll your eyes as you help him into the rubber, “Okay. Now you can fuck me.”

He pushes into you and you start grinding your hips down against his, riding him like your life depends on it.

“If you make me finish in less than five minutes,” you whisper in his ear, “Maybe I’ll let you go raw next time.”

His eyes widen and he starts bucking his hips to meet the pace you’re riding him at. He lays back, grabbing the flesh of your ass to move you even faster. When you lean down over him, he moves his head to mouth at your breasts again.

“Aegon,” you moan, feeling yourself clenching around him, that familiar heat in your stomach threatening to explode, “I’m so close, baby, just a little more.”

He moves his hand to press down against your clit like he did before and with one last thrust from him, you’re seeing stars. You fall limp against him but he just keeps going.

“W-what’re you doing?” you groan, “Aeg?”

“You didn’t think you were only gonna cum twice tonight, did you?”

Several rounds later, you’re lying next to him, completely breathless and totally satisfied. You move off of him and turn on your side, facing the wall of his room, falling asleep almost immediately.

Aegon gapes at you, “Y-you’re not gonna cuddle this time either?”

His only response is your soft snores as you are already drifting into deep sleep.

He pouts and pulls out his phone, taking a Snapchat of you sleeping and sending it to Helaena.

I feel like a needy chick… She just rolled over. No cuddles, no anything. Just goes right to sleep smh

He sighs and moves to hold you from behind, smiling to himself when you relax into his embrace.

Last time, you didn’t even stay after the fact. This time? This time gives him hope that maybe you’ll see him as more than a hook up buddy.

Maybe you’ll understand that he doesn’t just think he’s in love with you.

He’s actually in love with you.

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