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sleyu · 9 months

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DATING JAMES POTTER INCLUDES . . .

PAIRING: JAMES POTTER X READER

GENRE: FLUFF & SMUT

If anyone is boyfriend coded, it's James.

James is so desperate for your attention. It’s fully up to you how you would react to the stunts he’d pull and all the nonsense he’d say for you to spare just a mere glance at him, but as soon as you do, he’s not shutting up for days. So much so, you’d find Remus on his hands and knees, begging to give James a chance so that he could finally study in peace.

When James falls in love, the person he is infatuated with and the things in relation to them is the only thing that remains in his mind.

‘Ugh,’ he thinks, ‘Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop is an eye sore.’ But wait, ‘Y/n loves pink. I ought to bring her here next time.’ He thinks.

James, contrary to what he makes himself out to be in front of his friends before meeting you, abandons any sense of his pride and ego when it comes to his girl.

Before falling in love with you, James would scoff and snicker at couples around Hogwarts, at people holding hands, cheeks flushed and eyes starry-eyed, as they’d walk together in Hogsmeade.

Meeting you, falling in love with you—finally making you his—made him love every corny, cheesy aspect of being with someone, completely endeared and left sheepish by their every breath and movement.

During ’ O.W.L.S. or any test for that matter, one could steal a glance at James, only to see him absentmindedly writing down your initials with a heart right beside them on his parchment, looking almost bored at his otherwise empty paper.

Anytime he would find himself stuck on a question, he would sigh happily, putting his quill down and all his focus on you, trying to find you sitting in the exam hall, smiling in amusement at the look of determination on your face.

James being in love means him attempting to look for your face during every quidditch match, upon every win, and during every loss, trying his best to search for your reaction. All he wants is for you to see him in his glory, and no amounts of pats on his back or the cheers he receives from crowds compare to the feeling of your thumb caressing his cheek, or your hands softly patting him on the head, telling him how proud you are of him and how you couldn’t take his eyes off him.

James finds it tough to admit and often struggles to communicate it, but he needs your praise. He needs you to tell him that he did good, that he looks handsome, that he’s brilliant for his latest prank, and that no one else compares to him. Of course, it’s an ego boost for him, but behind his egotistic front is a vulnerable, questioning man who doubts himself often, wanting nothing more than to prove himself to you.

‘Did I do good, love?’ he’d ask, desperation seeping from his honey-like voice, as though he’s unable to wait for your answer, fearing the possibility of your displeasure. ‘Please tell me I did.’

Of course, this manifests in your sex life. James needs praise always and rarely ever incorporates degradation into his lovemaking. He not only tells you how pretty you look for him, how good you feel wrapped around his leaking cock, but also begs you to be vocal, to communicate your pleasure and to tell him that you only belong to him and that no one else could make you feel as good as him.

‘Need you to tell me, baby—fuck! Wanna make you feel good—wanna make my good girl feel good—god.’

‘Tell me—tell me you love me. Say it again—need to hear it again,’

James begs that you leave a kiss mark on his cheek for ‘Good luck,’ right before a quidditch game.

The mandatory uniform for Gryffindor Quidditch matches is James’ jersey. Nothing fuels his pride and his absolute enamour for you more than seeing his last name plastered across your chest and back, proudly and visibly displaying your support for him and only him.

After a big win, you can expect to be fucked in the jersey. James swears he’s never cum faster than he has when he took you from behind and watched as your back arched; the name, ‘Potter,’ printed upon your trembling body as though it was a mark of ownership and loyalty.

Dating James means that he’s treating you as though you’re made of glass. Gentle touches and grips to your waist as the two of you walk in the school corridors, and adoring coos when he sees you slump against him, tired from a long day.

‘My poor angel. Always working so hard, yeah? C’mon, I’ll take care of you.’

He’d rather die than hear you call him by his name. To James, calling him by his name means that you’re treating him as though he were any other person when he isn’t. He needs to hear the affection laced in your words. The soft, gentle mumble of ‘baby, darling, Jamie, honey,’ is all he seeks to hear from you and he practically crumbles against the gentle caress of your hand on his cheek when you refer to him by a pet name.

‘James,’ you sigh, exasperated. Your boyfriend furrows his eyebrows, ‘That’s baby to you!’

During the summer, he’d insist you attach a photo of you with every letter you send him, whether it’s you on vacation or simply in your room, he has to get his fill of you.

He’d spend so much money on little trinkets for you, little items he would pick up from the sneaky Marauders Hogsmeade trips.

Sirius would huff as James pulled him into a stationary shop, ‘James, can we please stop making pit stops? We have 30 minutes left.’ James shook his head, grinning to himself as he picked up several pretty pens he reckons you’d love, ‘Need to supply the missus with gifts, Pads.’

James would be so happy once you begin warming up to the Marauders. His favourite people loving his favourite person? It’s his dream come true and as soon as he sees you bickering with Sirius, having long and insightful discussions with Remus, and casually hanging around Peter, he knows he’s going to be with you for a very, very long time. He’ll make sure of it, he decides then.

James would most certainly carry your bag as he drops you off to class. The first time he attempted in doing it, the two of you were tugging your bag for five minutes, arguing with each other about who would carry the pound of weight on your shoulders. He won, much to your dismay, but a surge of warmth bursts through him the first time you hand your bag over to him mindlessly, without him asking or fighting you for it, as though you had expected him to do it. He treasures these moments in your relationship where he begins to realize that habits between the two of you are beginning to grow and that you both are becoming used to being such an integral part of each other's lives.

He constantly tells you that you’re his everything and that all he does is for you and only you.

Study dates with him are entirely pointless as they never lead to actual studying as James cannot survive five minutes without your undivided attention on him. What do you mean you have to read a textbook for an hour? No periodic breaks to kiss your boyfriend or to coo at him? The only way actual studying will get done is if you promise him a kiss for every correct answer he gets—but we all know where that’s leading to.

He was the first one to say, ‘I love you,’ in the relationship. He would probably say it very quickly as he had known he loved you before the two of you dated, but he’s entirely fine with you wanting to take your time in dissecting your feelings for him.

Until you say it back, with every night and morning kiss, every departure before class, he’d whisper a giddy, ‘I love you, darling,’ to which you’d smile bashfully. Once you do say it back, he’s smiling like an idiot for two weeks straight. He would be almost annoying about it, like a child on Christmas Day. He’d tell you that he loves you repeatedly only to hear you say his four favourite words: ‘I love you too.’

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adnauseum11 · 2 months

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Mess Hall (John Price x Reader)

John explains his early departure from poker night to you.

1.8k words

CW: swearing, explicit sex (MDNI)

second part of the two-part scene

feedback welcome! writing smut is hard (lol) if anyone has any tips I'm grateful for them. Always looking to get better so don't be shy :)

Dinner was not edible, to John’s lasting amusement. The veggies cooked at disparate times, some too mushy and some practically raw. The pasta had been fine, John’s contribution solid as always. The flavour of the sauce had been the real star, if one didn’t mind the shrapnel you had introduced to it. Both of you had decided after half a bowl each that it was more work than it was worth. Your real dinner ended up being the world’s saddest charcuterie board, but John assured you he’d made do with worse.

“Just happy to be eating.” He said, brushing off your concerns about him going hungry.

“We could go to the pub.” You pick at the salami, perched on one foot tucked under you on a chair at the table.

“I just want to be with you, not up for the pub if that’s alright, love.” John’s honesty takes you by surprise, you glance at him but he seems otherwise content, building cheese and pickle onto a cracker.

“Yeah, of course that’s alright. You want to tell me what happened?” You ask carefully, not wanting to call back his bad mood but curious what brought him to your doorstep now that he seems a bit more even keeled. He stuffs the food into his mouth and chews thoughtfully, looking at you from under his lashes. It’s the most indecisive you’ve seen him in a long time and you wonder suddenly if you want to know at all. Then he sighs and pushes his plate away, seemingly deciding something.

“I was offered a contract. Walk on, ready to go.”

Your lungs freeze, and you forget how to breath for a moment. Your focus narrows onto the man beside you, who is closely watching for your reaction. The question must have been written across your face because he answers without it needing to be spoken aloud.

“I told them no, love.”

“Oh, thank god.” You say in a rush, your lungs sucking in a breath desperately. You can’t help the selfish sentiment, reflexive as blinking. Your hand lands on your chest as if trying to keep your heart contained. John watches you, a soft smugness pulling at his features.

“Good to know you want me around, darling.”

“I always want you around, John.” The bald truth is out before you can temper it with humour.

If anyone had told you a year ago that you would be dating your oldest friend and making heartfelt confessions in your kitchen over a crappy dinner, you would have thought them crazy. But here you are, a mere few months into this with your heart in your throat at the thought of him leaving for any length of time. What used to be routine seems devastating now.

“Is that…are you upset you said no?” You ask cautiously, breaking the intense eye contact to pick at your plate.

“What? No, they wouldn’t take no for an answer. Can’t play cards being badgered like that. They ought to know better.”

Relief that you aren’t the root cause of the bad mood floods through your system, making you bolder.

“You are incredibly stubborn. One ‘no’ should be enough.” You agree, earning yourself a dark look. You smile sweetly at him and reach across the expanse between your seats to cup his cheek, leaning in to his space to press a soft kiss to his frown.

His big palm slides up to cup the back of your neck, holding you in place when you would retreat. He deepens the kiss before you can move, his fingers sliding into your scalp with delicious pressure. When he finally releases you, instead of backing off you follow, slipping out of your seat and crawling onto John’s lap, his thick thighs spread wide. He accepts your weight without even blinking, shifting you into a more comfortable position before fisting his hand in your hair and kissing you again. The delectable rasp of his tongue against yours makes liquid heat pool in your lower belly. You’re suddenly desperate to feel his skin pressing against yours, your smaller hands grabbing at his sides and shoulders.

Your urgency seems to bleed into him, his fingers finding the hem of your shirt and tugging it up your back, pausing only for you to lift your arms before he’s pulling it free from your body and throwing it on the floor. You mimic his actions, pushing his shirt up to reveal the thickness of his chest. He grabs the fabric and tugs and it joins a growing pile of clothing. The dark wiry hair of his body whispers against your delicate skin, sending lightning bolts of desire through you, eager to be pressed against his heat.

Without any warning John is shoving the plates out of the way, the clanking tableware startling you out of your lust driven haze. Before you can speak, he’s lifted you, depositing you on the cleared space of the table with a gentle tinkle as glass knocks together. You look up at him wide-eyed but his intense blue eyes are darkened with desire and locked on your bra, his fingers moving faster than your brain can catch up. The look in his eyes and the cool air has your nipples pebbling, biting your bottom lip as he leans into your space and kisses you again. You have a vague notion of him throwing the piece of clothing, in the next heartbeat both of his hands are on you, urging you to recline backwards.

John’s hot mouth trails over your collarbone and sternum as you recline, your fingers curling into his short sandy brown hair. The wet pull of his mouth on your nipple has you gasping, arching into him. His hands have dropped from your sides to your abdomen, flicking your jeans open with hurried movements. He pauses long enough to cup your mound, the heat of your body making him groan low in his throat.

“Fuckin’ hell love”

His voice has slipped down an octave, desire making his cheeks and chest flush under his dark hair. Your body has a pavlovian response to his, anticipation spiralling through your limbs. When his fingers curl in your jeans and panties, you lift up automatically, using his thighs to balance as he tugs the clothing free of your body.

He’s back on you as soon as the clothing leaves his hand, fingers tracing up your calves and thighs, making room for himself between them while his mouth blazes a trail over your ribs to the delicate underside of your breast. His whiskers dragging across your skin make you gasp and twitch, the tableware clinking together by your head with each sudden movement. When the wet heat of his mouth closes over your nipple again you moan, fingers pressing into the back of John’s neck to keep him in place. You can feel the backs of his fingers grazing against your low belly as he’s undoing his pants, twisting and pulling something out of his back pocket.

“John, let me.” You try to sit up but he won’t allow it, rasping his teeth over your nipple, making you suck in a breath and squirm underneath him. He releases your flesh with an obscene ‘pop’ and a smug smile slides across his face.

“Too late, next time.” His voice is a rumble, one hand fisted around the condom on the base of his hard cock and the other landing on your chest, keeping you pinned to the table and spread out for his viewing pleasure. The slow back and forth glide of the head of his cock over the seam of your pussy makes you groan and hook your heels into the back of John’s thighs. Your hands curl around his forearm, your nails biting into his flesh as he presses into you slowly, eyes locked on your face.

The heat of John’s palm on your sternum makes you aware of how fast your heart is beating against it. Your rattling moan spurs John on, the rocking thrusts of his hips making the dishes dance by your head. The obscene symphony sends shockwaves of sensation up and down your spine, making you squirm as you clutch at his arm.

John hisses a curse, followed by your name and you can feel the muscles of his arm fluttering under your grip. The world narrows to just the two of you, John rocking you and the contents of the table with his thrusts, gripping your hip to steady you under his body. You can feel your body start to pull taut, your orgasm building in pressure and a whine climbing the back of your throat as your senses start to overwhelm.

John slides his hand off your chest to hunch over you, putting his full weight behind his thrusts. He drops close enough to run his open mouth over your collarbone, panting hot breath against your skin. The increased pressure and change in angle make you clench around him, wrenching a low moan from his chest. The tableware crashes in time with your movements.

“John, please.” You’re begging mindlessly, wrapping your thighs high on his hips, your legs trembling.

“You make me crazy when you say my name like that.” John rumbles into your ear, giving you what you want and sliding his thumb over your clit in small circles. It only takes a handful more thrusts before you’re reaching your peak.

Your orgasm overtakes you and you claw at the back of his neck and shoulder with your nails, desperate to ground yourself. Your keening cry bounces off the walls of the kitchen as your body clamps down on his, bucking underneath him. The throbbing grip of your inner muscles is enough to drag John down with you, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he cums hard, his cock pulsing inside you. He groans deeply, his grip on your body bordering on bruising as you both slowly come down and try to regulate your breathing.

“Holy fuck John” You whimper, aftershocks making you tremble and grab at his arms as he leans back, easing out of your oversensitive flesh with a hiss. His palms are stroking over your body, cataloging the shape of you, soothing both of your nervous systems before stepping back. He disposes of the condom in the trash and is back between your legs, giving orders like he never left.

“Legs around my waist darling. Good girl. Up we go.” He’s gathered you against his chest and is hefting you off the table before you can process. Your brain finally catches up and you clamp your thighs around his waist tighter, your arms slung around his neck, hanging off of him like a burr. You trust him implicitly, doing as you're told, your brain still too gooey to do its own processing.

John checks the lock on your front door before carrying you upstairs to your bedroom. Both of you are too exhausted to give a shit about the state of the kitchen at the moment, curling together in your smaller bed. You try not to focus too hard on how suspiciously tight your chest feels when he spoons you, face buried in your hair with a contented sigh.

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minhosimthings · 4 months

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Rodeo Ride

Symphony Smut Series Day 9: Lah Pat and Flo Milli's Like a Rodeo Ride

Lyric: He love how I ride it, hop on a dick I made him get excited

Pairings: Husband!Changbin × wife!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, thigh riding, sub!reader, hard!dom!Changbin, office sex, sex on a chair, missionary, rough sex, swearing, dirty talk, dry humping, needy reader, VERY sex deprived reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

A/N: day 9! Woah we're almost halfway through this series now and I'm finally doing Binnie. I really couldn't think of anyone better for riding that Changbin for some reason

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Changbin was a simple man.

Wake up, get dressed, kiss your amazing wife goodbye, get to work, do said work, come back, kiss wife again, and then cuddle with her until the morning and you gotta repeat it again. And he liked this life. What else does he have to ask for?

And yet, men never understand the workings of women's sexual systems do they?

"Bunny I'm going to be late today." Changbin looked up at you sitting opposite to him, hastily arranging his tie as the maids took away his plate.

"Again?" You slammed your fork down, glaring at him. It wasn't that you didn't love your husband enough to let him go to work and make his decisions, but sometimes your pussy needed some food.

"I know, I know." Changbin chuckled, an awkward attempt to ease your tension, "But I've got to. Got a meeting today, I can't let the employees be alone without their boss now can I?"

"But Binnie...." You drawled out, making your lips onto a pout which you knew could never make him say no to you.

"How about this?" Changbin leant over to you, caressing your lip with his finger, before pulling you in for a short yet sweet kiss, "Stay awake till I come back, and I'll fuck a baby into you."

"Tempting." You said, folding your arms, "You promise?"

"Promise." Changbin replied, before quickly scampering off to his car, leaving you all alone, once again in the mansion.

"How much longer, how much longer." That's what went in your mind till about three o'clock. Waiting for Changbin really was a task, as the minutes ticks painfully away, it felt like eternity.

This was a punishment, you were convinced, whatever you had done in your past life to deserve this, you were regretting it. Were you being dramatic? Maybe. But we're you going to stop? Absolutely not.

And that is the story of how you turned up at Changbin's office building, wearing a furry black coat which reached down to your ankles, with nothing inside. Well almost nothing, you thought, as you looked down at the lingerie set Changbin had gotten you for your fifth anniversary.

Smirking to yourself, you entered the elevator and pressed the cold button upto Changbin's office, on the topmost floor.

Oh he was going to have fun today.

"Bunny? What are you doing here?" Changbin's eyes lifted from his paperwork as you entered his office, quite a large space, "And why are you closing my curtain blinds?" His last words were ended with a smirk to his face, casually sliding his wheely chair away from his desk.

"I miss you Bin." You say, the sound of your heels clacking the floor as you slowly approach him like a snow leopard approaching it's prey, "I really miss you."

Changbin's words caught in his throat, as his eyes lay sight on you.

Oh he was fucked.

He began to regret all his work now, how he had left his pure baby all alone with no dick to fullfill her sweet pussy.

"Come 'ere." Changbin pulled you into his lap, taking the fur coat and throwing it aside, "It's good you came during lunch hour, otherwise I would have been dead by now."

Your ass was rubbing against his hard dick, making him having to stifle his moans. The same ass that's been nudging against him for the past five years. "God I've missed this" he thought to himself.

He lightly grabbed onto your hips and moved his against your ass. "S-shit.." he sighed, the slight friction easing some of the pain. He moved again, pressing into you a little harder, letting out a shaky moan and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

The slow movements gradually got faster, the slow grinding turned into him rutting against you, like a dog in heat. All of this movement caused you stir, halting Changbin's movements. Making sure you were still there and this was no his imagination, he started moving his hips again, slowly.

The friction wasn't enough though, he wanted more, he needed more. He pulled his pants and boxers down, or at least enough for his dick to spring out and breathe. Thank god for his desk having a barrier.

The cold air hit his tip causing him to shiver and stifle a moan. Pulling you close and stroking himself, spreading his pre-cum, he pushed himself between your thighs. He knew it was weird, to grind and hump on you while you were in his office, but fully fucking you didn't make him feel better, your thighs will suffice for this one time.

Thrusting his hips he let out a moan,a little too loud that he had to remind himself the walls could listen, he bit his lip trying to silence himself.

"Ahh fuck darling you're so good for me" he moaned, feeling your pussy rub against his dick.

Dipping his head in the crook of your neck he let out an airy breath and kissed your shoulders, hips thrusting faster and balls slapping against the back of his thighs.

Whining and huffing in your ear, kissing and nipping at your neck, he was getting closer and closer to cumming all over your thighs. Changbin grabbed your thighs, squeezing them tightly, tight enough it might even leave a mark. His hips began to stutter and his hands gripped your thighs and hip while he bit his lip, hard enough to cause it to bleed and pushing his head further into your neck.

His dick twitched and he could feel his cum in his stomach when-

"Bunny why'd you stop?" Changbin looked up at you with widened eyes, disappointment filling him, "Do you wanna be a bad girl today?"

"Hmm maybe" you said, giggling and slipping a hand onto his dick, gently stroking it, making Changbin moan again.

“ Get on my thigh.” He orders you, pulling your panties down, leaving you in naked. He groans at the glistening wetness staining your thighs before placing his thigh in between your legs.

“Sit.”

The moment your pussy makes contact with his bare thigh he can’t help but groan. “Soaking my thigh already, who knew you were this desperate?” He mutters, your head falling into his neck as your hips begin to move.

The drag of your clit against his muscular thigh causes you to whimper, pressing yourself harder. His large calloused hands guide your hips, moving you up and down his thigh.

“That’s it bunny, doesn’t it feel good?” He questions, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You can’t seem to find the words to respond, overwhelmed by pleasure. You nod dumbly, moaning out his name as he tenses his thigh.

“Who would’ve thought I could fuck you dumb without putting my cock in you? Just so needy for me.” Changbin brushes some hair behind your hair, holding your face to look at him whilst he smiles sarcastically.

"Bunny, my pants are fuckin soaked" he said, eyeing the huge wet spot that were creating, "Such a filthy little slut riding my thigh like that"

His eyes scan your face, admiring the light flush smattered over your cheeks and the way your eyelids flutter shut with every grind against him.

“Want you to cum, can you do that? Cum on my thigh and then I’ll fuck you senseless right here bunny.” He groans, your arousal audible now with each drag. Your legs begin to shake with exertion, Changbin taking over and continuing to grind you into his thigh, muscles tensing sporadically.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise despite the build up, head thrown back with a moan and eyes rolled back. “Oh god, Bin, please.” You moan out, not sure if you’re begging him to stop or keep going.

“There we go, good girl.” Changbin groans, his thigh absolutely covered in you. He holds you still, allowing you to catch your breath. Changbin places a soft kiss on your cheek, leading you to look into his eyes, pupils clouded with lust. He smirks.

“is everything oka—“ his lips suddenly crash into you. Fingers firmly holding your jaw as his tongue slips into your mouth. you’re completely caught off guard, hands holding his wrists, whining as he pushes you against the desk, arm wrapping around your waist pressing you firmly into his chest.

“I need you,” he groans, aggressively, pre cum leaking out of the tip as he kisses your lips. “don't wanna be away from you.” he bites your bottom lip, causing your voice to crack, whining.

“I trained this pussy so well,” he groans, kissing your lips. “ya get so wet just from kissin’ me,” he smiles, knees kicking your legs further apart as you whine, trying to hold his shoulders for balance.

“fuck bunny” his fingers pushed into your pussy, your walls sucking him as you let out a strangled moan, the squelching wasn’t helping you either. " have something to say?” he snaps, sucking bruises along your neck and shoulder as he pumps his thick fingers in your pussy, proud of himself as he hears the squelching start to trickle down his fingers.

“Bin—“ you’re biting your hand, muffling your moans as your face heats up. So embarrassed that this is happening and you couldn’t even push him away.

“did I cover your mouth?” his words echo as he pins your wrist over your head. “you like talking, so lemme hear you.”

“no—ah ah…they’ll hear me—“ your desperately trying to keep some dignity, but it all leaves the moment you feel your body being lifting in the air.

“Fuck me Bin!,” and that’s all he wants because he’s dropping you down, shoving his entire dick inside until your eyes burst with tears feeling his thick trimmed hair tickling your clit, completely bottoming out.

“fucking took out my eardrums, Bunny,” he’s laughing in your face as he pulls his hips back and shoves his cock inside you again. you were completely dazed, that moment he sank his full length deep in your tummy, your brain automatically turned to mush. he usually took his time when it’s the morning before office, but there was no time now. so he couldn’t hold himself back as he let you take it full force.

“Bin…I-I need you please.” your eyes were filled with tears as you held his hair, fingers rubbing against his scalp, the other digging into his shoulders as you drooled. Such a mess in such a small time.

“mhm? ahh— mm fuck!” he grips your ass, fucking you faster as he feels his balls tighten. You’re drooling into his lips as he opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out, groaning as he feels your spit rub inside his mouth. such a filthy girl. you were creaming so fast, squeezing the hell out of his cock as your eyes grew.

“too much…ahhh—wait!” The desk was shaking as he drove his cock, balls slapping your wet pussy as your legs shook.

You almost screamed as you let go, cum shaping around his dick perfectly, as he slowed down, his chest rising up and down.

Pulling out of you slowly, he quickly got some towels and cleaned you up, guiding you towards the office's bathroom.

"I got some clothes in the second drawer." He set you down on the counter, "I'll come home early today alright?"

"Your pussy isn't done yet."

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smooth-perceval · 7 months

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Always wanting more.

Lando Norris x Leclerc!Reader

PART ONE

Summary: Charles sister was strictly off limits- Lando and reader find themselves in a tricky situation when lusting turns to loving.

Warnings: 18+ no smut but I will consider smutty scenes. Swearing, angst, angry Charles, switched POVS, flirting. NO PROOF READ! Google translate- Eerrrr I think that’s all! 👀

Key: Y/N (Your Name) Y/E/C (Your eye colour)

Word count: 4791

A/N: I gotta thing for Lando at the moment- alsoooo I have been on holiday so I haven’t wrote a single thing, enjoy this though! There is a tag list!!

Lando’s POV

Y/N Leclerc… where do I begin?

We were introduced to each other I’d say 2 years ago… and truthfully I’m obsessed with her. I know when she walks into a room, I know when she is nervous, when she is happy, even sad. I know her.

And I want her.

Day in, day out.

Meeting her is when I finally understood addiction, she was my drug. My pill to keep me sane- I was well and truly addicted to her.

Unfortunately I can’t have her, Leclerc’s rules… I hate Leclerc.

The rule when we met was specifically look but never touch, well really it was-

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“Norris, eyes off my fucking sister.” Charles shoved my shoulder, glaring at me. In my head I had thoughts of doing so, just not with my eyes.

Gulping my brows knitted together, and I was frantically shaking my head. “I wasn’t looking at her.”

“Really? Cause the drool on your chin says otherwise.” Folding his arms across his chest, he moved to stand in-front of me.

“Listen, and listen good. Stay away from my sister, she doesn’t need another driver in her life- believe me. And even so I definitely wouldn’t want her with anyone here. Got it?” Raising his eyebrows at me, I nodded my head slightly.

“So keep your wandering eyes to yourself.”

“Charlieee!” And as if on cue she skipped over happily… her Y/E/C eyes landing straight on me, and maybe it was in my mind but her smile widened.

“Hi! I’m Y/N, I’m so happy to finally meet you!” Aside from the obvious she was completely different from her brothers, she was more warm and welcoming- I froze when she moved in to hug me. Conflicted on whether or not to accept the hug and potentially be killed by her brother, or reject the hug and be killed by the look on her face after the rejection.

“Nice to meet you too I’m Lando.” Staring into Charles soul, I reciprocated the hug keeping my hands hoovering over her waist barely touching her. If I didn’t have my eyes so wide they would’ve rolled back into my head-

Her touch set me alight, her smell was sweet like candy floss at a funfair, she was squeezing herself against me- by god she felt perfect against me.

“Ahem.” Clearing his throat he raised his eyebrows at me once again, waking me from my trance that I call his sister.

“I better go- I got quali…” pulling away from her quickly, she stumbled back. “Oh right- I’ll let you both go.” Turning she smiled at Charles touching his arm like a motherly instinct. “Good luck Char” followed by two cheek kisses- she then turned back to me, her cheeks blushed red. “Good luck Lando.” Followed by a little wave she practically ran away, looking over her shoulder at me every so often that smile never faltering, them cheeks still shining red.

“Lando.” Shoving my shoulder again- my attention falling onto Charles who was shaking his head. “Stop.”

“I’m sorry-”

I really wasn’t.

—

I knew she had arrived on Charles boat, something about her aura caused the atmosphere to change, and I soon found myself trying to seek her out in the crowd full of people. Just a glimpse of her and I’d say it was a good party.

“Lando!” My heart pounded in my chest, her arms were thrown over my shoulders and tightly secured around my neck. God she smelt wonderful- why does she always smell so good?

Returning the hug keeping it short for any prying eyes she stood infront of me, shame on me for allowing my eyes to wander. She had on a beach cover up underneath was a bright orange bikini… McLaren orange-

What is she doing to me…

“I- er” pointing at just her in general trying to muster the courage to compliment her and not sound like an absolute weirdo.

“I like you- your bikini- your whole outfit! You-” I fucked it. Shaking my head I took a moments breath. “You look lovely.”

A shy grin plastered onto her face as she looked down at her outfit. “You think?” Her hands picked at her sleeve, subconsciously stepping closer to me.

“You always look lovely.” Now I’ve complimented her- I couldn’t stop I wanted to tell her every minute of every hour of every day for the rest of my life.

“Can we talk? Away from everyone here?”

Y/N POV

I’ve always liked Lando- before I even met him, sure I’d watch the race for my brothers but secretly when Lando’s face showed up on screen I felt giddy.

Maybe it was his sarcasm, or just the silly English boy in general- but I felt drawn to him.

When Charles finally introduced us, I felt like my life was complete, this boy knew I existed. For me that was more than enough.

But like most, absence makes the heart grow fonder- seeing him once I needed him again. We always want more. And I wanted him, I just couldn’t have him- he kept himself reserved and off limits.

It was only when I asked Charles why Lando always keeps me at arms length he finally told me about the little “threat” he gave to each driver. Seriously- the threat he gave wouldn’t even scare a fly.

Well long story short we got into a huge screaming match, and it ended with a simple.

“Keep away from them drivers Y/N- otherwise don’t speak to me ever again.”

And this time he meant it, unfortunately for him- I wasn’t running from Lando, I found myself always running at him. And I was going to get what I want…

—

Lando seemed nervous when we moved away from the crowds, indoors away from cameras, people- the world.

I took a seat watching him, he was on edge, before sitting down next to me. As always keeping distance. That annoyed me, and I found myself biting the bullet.

“Do you not like me?” Confusion was written on his face. “What?”

“I said do you not like me.” Shaking his head he shuffled the smallest bit closer. “Of course I like you! What made you think I didn’t?”

“Whenever I’m around you keep me 3feet away always. You reject every advance I make on you… it kind of all steers towards you not liking me…”

“I’ve got to keep away. Not that I want to.”

“Because of what Charles said?”

“Yeah…”

Studying his face, he looked conflicted. Like he was weighing his options out.

“I’m a grown woman Lan. I know what I’m doing.” His ears pricked at the sound of his nickname falling off my lips.

“He doesn’t get to tell me who I can and can’t like.” I felt myself getting more annoyed by the second, “I mean his not even your relative and his telling you what to do.” Standing back up in my frustrated manner. Lando copying my actions leaning against a nearby counter.

By god he looked good, he was just leaning there arms and legs crossed watching me- like I was some crazy woman. Crazy for him that’s for sure.

“He can’t stop me from having feelings- I want to feel something to you know.” Jabbing my palm against my own heart I stopped infront of him.

“Don’t you?” We switched places, myself now leant against the counter Lando now pacing the room. Brushing past each other, the electricity tingling through our finger tips as they just slightly touched.

“I just can’t go there with you…” a sigh left his lips, turning towards me. “His a friend… and friends don’t do that to each other.” I understood what he meant- I mean this is my brother, I get it. But I still wanted more.

“You’d do anything for your friends?” Nodding his head in response, I then straightened my back. “Am I your friend Lando?”

Once again he nodded his head, very slightly like he was scared of what’s coming. I was scared of what’s coming-

“Then kiss me.”

“What?!” His eyes widened as he took a step closer.

“Kiss me.” If I breathed any heavier our chest would touch his that close.

“Are you crazy?”

“About you? Yes.” If he wasn’t so close I would have missed the little smirk on his face.

“Y/N we can’t…”

“We can.”

Now whispering to each other, we wasn’t turning back, he had me trapped between the counter and himself, his arms were either side of my waist holding onto the edge of the counter behind me. “You said you’d do anything for your friends right?”

Our eyes were both dancing over one another- challenging the other to break first. “Just one kiss and I’ll let you go.”

“It won’t just be one kiss with us- we both know that-”

“One kiss and I promise to let you go.”

“One kiss?” Nodding my head a little in response. “One promise.”

Gulping he finally moved in- the kiss was heated right from the start. We both poured the pent up feelings for one another into that one kiss. It was a kiss to say, I like you but I got to let you go.

My hands found his cheeks, holding onto him like he was fragile glass, and his hands made their way off the counter gripping my hips tight before pulling me closer against his chest.

“Y/N?” The sound of Charles scared us both- Lando jumped back staring at me- our chest heaving, our hearts reaching out to each other. “Yeah?” Shouting back, my eyes trained on Lando.

“People are asking where you are.” The door rattled slightly- it was only then I realised Lando had thought ahead. Locking it behind him when he entered.

Lando’s hand reached out, touching my jaw, thumb grazing over my bottom lip. “I’ll be out soon- I felt a bit ill.” Gulping once again my body was on fire. “Want me to send Lorenzo down with some medicine?”

I don’t know what this boy is doing to me- but dancing his fingers down the side of my neck and collarbone while I’m trying to speak felt suffocating.

“No!” Snapping my head to the door. “I’ll be fine- just give me a few minutes.”

“Okay- just let us know if you need anything.” Waiting a few seconds I turned looking back at Lando.

“Okay that-” before I could finish my sentence his lips were back on mine pushing me back against the counter more demanding.

“I promised one.” Mumbling between kisses my hands found themselves snaking around his neck.

Pulling away he looked down at me, “I didn’t.” both catching our breaths. “Putain-” (fuck)

“Not here.” A cheeky smirk fell onto his face, his hands brushing up and down my sides. My fingers were tousling with his hair- both silent just relishing each other.“Meet me after the Dutch GP.” Whatever he said I agreed to- if he wanted me to stand on my head and put on trousers- yes. Always yes.

“Nobody can know about this-”

“What happened to Miss.Independent? Nobody rules her-”

“Charles swore to never speak to me again...” Chewing at my bottom lip I now felt guilty for what I had done. Stepping away from me like I burned him it was as quick as flicking on a switch- the mood changed, he scratched the back of his head. “Fuck…” and just like that I watched him start building them walls again- the walls that kept us separated for so long.

“This wasn’t a good idea…” mumbling he wiped his hands down his face before turning away from me.

“Now it’s not a good idea?” Furrowing my eyebrows at him I felt slightly hurt. “But it was a good idea when you pushed me against the counter for a second kiss-”

“Hey- you asked for the first”

“Because I thought we both wanted that-”

Moving back round to face me he shook his head. “Well I thought you wanted the second kiss-”

“I want all of your kisses.”

“You promised one-”

“And you broke that promise with the second.” He wasn’t winning this argument with me… “So why can’t there be a third, or a fourth?”

“I can’t do that to Charles, Y/N”

“I have more to lose than you do- his my brother. And I was willing to risk it…” boom right there he stabbed my heart.

The no response was more killing than having one. “I see…” nodding my head at him I straightened my back, “maybe I read the signs wrong- you don’t have someone pinned against a counter and telling them to meet you again if you didn’t want it to go further right…” shaking my head in disbelief I fixed my dress and hair before heading towards the door. “see you around I guess...”

My hand was opening the door slightly and I smiled to myself more in shock at his response. “I really hope not.”

—

Lando’s POV

I didn’t want to let her go truthfully… but I had to- no I didn’t care what them boys thought. They could hate my guts for liking their sister, I really did not care- it was more how they would treat her.

Charles was stubborn like most, and he would stick to his word of cutting her out his life all for me- and that alone makes me feel ill the thought of her willing to take such a risk for what could quite well not even work out…

So I had to let her go… and if she didn’t remind me of what she had to lose I may have grabbed her hand, took her in my arms and promised to keep us a forbidden secret- if the risk wasn’t so high for her. Just if.

What’s more worse- I tasted her lips twice and needed her more. More than before, now I needed to know what gets her whispering my nickname like she did moments prior- what gets her writhing, what makes her tick- I ached for it.

Maybe my words pushing her out the door was a mistake… and just maybe I could keep the promise of our secret…

I can’t… it’s just not fair on her-

“Lando?” My head snapped to the door, standing in the doorway was Arthur.

“You okay?” With a signature smile soon plastered on my face, I brushed past him hand clasping his shoulder.

“Never better leclerc.”

Yeah I really couldn’t do it to her.

—

1 week and 4 days had passed since we kissed, every single day I questioned wether what I did was right-

It was right. Don’t question yourself Lando.

It was finally time for the Dutch GP, you would think I’d be focused on the race, and whats ahead. But all I thought about was what I said to Y/N.

“Meet me after the Dutch GP”

And now I just wonder if I didn’t push her away- would she have met me? Something inside me said hell yeah she would have.

I can only wonder what would have happened between us…

Sighing I rubbed the sides of my temple- hoping to erase the thought of her from my mind.

Was she here today? Did she stay home? I mean she left the boat as soon as we parted, saying she still felt unwell. The look she gave me was sickening itself.

Lando fucking focus man.

—

Y/N POV

Did I want to be here? Yeah sure for my brothers. Did I want to see Lando? My heart said yes, my mind said no.

Standing at the back of Charles garage, fiddling with the Ferrari cap in my hand- sure I was nervous, if I bumped into Lando what would I say? Or would I run again?

"Hé, tu veux venir faire un tour dans les stands?" (Hey- wanna come for a walk down the pits?) Charles came into my view, and woke me from my daydreaming.

“bien sûr-” (Sure-) with a half hearted smile, I fell into step next to him.

“tu n'as pas l'air content...” (you don’t seem happy)

Glancing to Charles at my side I looked back ahead of me. “Qu'est-ce qui te fait dire ça?” (What makes you say that?)

“parce que je sais que tu ne le fais pas.” (Because I know you’re not.) Sighing I pulled the Ferrari cap onto my head. “je me demande juste quand ce sera mon tour” (Just wondering when it’ll be my turn)

“à ton tour pour quoi?” (Your turn for what?)

“à mon tour d'être aimé.” (My turn to be loved)

Charles stopped abruptly, myself copying him. “tu es aimé!” (You are loved!)

Tutting I shook my head at him. “par qui?” (By who?)

“Me, Maman, lorenzo, Arthur?” (Mum)

Smiling at him I leaned forward nudging his shoulder with my own.

“je sais que-” (I know that) we started walking again, soon finding ourselves outside a bright orange garage. “I want that toe curling kind of love-” sneaking a quick glance into the garage I see him there- headphones on looking at the screens ahead of him, notepad in hand and a pen pointing at the screens.

“ne me rend pas malade!” (Don’t make me be sick!) Charles gagged in a teasing way, causing me to genuinely smile over at him. “So annoying!” Shoving his head away gently, I turned back around walking with him back to the Ferrari garage. Both shoving and tripping each other on the way. “I’ll get you back Charlie. Just wait.” Declaring infront of the garage- our normal prank wars were just re-starting.

—

The day was nothing out of the ordinary, free practice being the normal, cars going round and round, pit stop practicing, cars in and out of pits. Yep all the normal.

I was tired, and couldn’t wait to get back to my hotel room- shower and sleep, just watching the cars circle round makes you exhausted- no idea how the drivers feel.

And it’s even luckier the hotel is very close by, mine and the boys rooms however. Weren’t.

Charles was at the end of the hall, turn left and then the third door on your right. Arthur was up another floor, and Lorenzo was back at home.

I gave both the boys quick kisses on the cheek before picking my night bag up and making my way to my room, fiddling with the card “key” in my hand. Turning it over itself repeatedly.

“Oh- hi…” kill me right now.

Looking up, a small smile on my face. “Hey- you okay?” It was passing conversation between me and Lando- or so I thought.

“Good as I can be.” Nodding my head in recognition to his response, I pushed my key against the scanner for the door to unlock. Only for it to flash red at me.

“How have you been?” Lando was a few feet behind me, watching as I nervously spammed the scanner. “Oh- Living the dream.” Cussing under my breath I slammed the card against the scanner, shoving the door with my arm. Yet it still blinked red.

Then I smelt his cologne- smelling even stronger now, his arm reached around from behind me- my body tensed up as I waited to see what stunt he was pulling.

Pressing his card against the scanner, it flashed green- with the same hand he pressed it against the door shoving it open a little. “Wrong door-”

I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. “Merde…” (shit…)

Looking up at the door number, I looked over my shoulder- past Lando and at the door behind him. Shit indeed.

With an embarrassed smile, I moved around him scanning my card and opening the door. “I guess we are neighbours.”

“Seems that way.”

“You look good-”

Closing my eyes I took a moment before re opening them turning to face him.

“Goodnight Lando.” And with that I shut the door on him- he shut me out when I felt probably my most vulnerable- not everyday I tell a guy to kiss me.

Now it was my turn to shut him out- I can get over this silly crush if I just keep shutting him out.

That was more exhausting than the practice session.

—

Qualifying was something- not too great for Charles and Carlos, max on pole like always- and surprisingly Lando also. Not that I was really paying much attention of course- and not that I felt myself smiling slightly when I heard it across the tv.

Which soon faltered when I was watching myself on the screen, a camera directly on me.

“Y/N Leclerc is here in attendance today, although it’s not been a great day for both brothers- she still got a smile on her face!” Rolling my eyes at the camera my smile becoming wide again. I quickly turned away, occupying myself with anything- clearly getting camera shy.

Little did they know, a certain qualifier got me smiling like a goof. But they really didn’t need to know that.

Charles entered the garage, annoyed to say the least. And I stayed clear of him, only speaking to let him know I’m heading back early- seeing as he wanted the garage to stay back and discuss what’s wrong with the car.

When I got back to the hotel, I rushed to my room hoping to avoid a certain guy. Which I was successful at doing.

I showered in peace, got into some pyjamas and settled into bed. The aches in my body easing up each passing minute- I finally felt relaxed.

Until a knock at my door. With a loud groan, I rolled out of bed pulling the door open. “Charles, je viens littéralement d'envoyer un message-“ (Charles I literally just messaged-) pausing I looked up at the curly haired boy. “You’re not Charles.”

“Definitely not. I was wondering if he was with you?” Leaning against the door frame, he looked down at me, and I wasn’t stupid I see his eyes roaming up and down my body.

“No, I left him at the track.” Nodding his head at me he then straightened up. “I guess I’ll catch him later…”

“I guess so.” Slowly I started closing the door and he got the hint, moving back and turning to his own.

“Oh Lan-” quickly he spun his head looking at me over his shoulder. “Congratulations with your qualifying results…” if I wasn’t watching him so hard, I wouldn’t missed his cheeks turning a little red, and the dimple showing when the smile crept onto his face. We both then shut our doors at the same time, the conversation ending on a sweet note…

This crush wasn’t going away any time soon.

—

“Y/N!” Wincing I looked up at a very angry Charles stomping towards me.

“Merde-” (shit-) Stifling a laugh, I slid off the pit wall, ready to make my escape.

“MES CHEVEUX SONT ROUGES!” (I HAVE RED HAIR!)

Scrunching my nose up at him, I glanced at his hair. “I forgot I done that…” stepping away from him, looking behind me every so often making sure to avoid bumping into people.

“C'EST ROUGE!!” (IT’S RED!!)

Tugging at his own hair he crouched down to the floor, “ça à l'air bon...” (It looks good…)

“Nice hair leclerc.” Please not now-

“this your doing?” Looking up at Lando I nodded slightly. “You are brilliant.”

“Don’t!” Glaring at him from the floor was our red head Charles. “I’m not doing anything-” hands up in surrender Lando furrowed his brows. And while they tussle, I made my exit. Back to the comfort of the Ferrari garage.

Ready for the race… I’d say the red maybe good luck!

…but I definitely spoke too soon, and Charles made a rule we don’t discuss what happened today. So just like yesterday I ran back to my hotel room hiding away from the world. The world being Charles, Arthur and Lando.

After getting out the shower I dried off, pulling my underwear on. I started my skin prep and dried my hair off a little with the towel.

There it was, the rattle of my door. Grabbing the robe off the hook, I secured it around my waist. “I swear, if this is Charles I will throttle him.” Grumbling to myself I swung the door open ready to beat the crap out of Charles.

“Charles isn’t here.” Shutting the door on Lando’s face I turned to walk away, before the door knocked again.

With a loud huff I turned pulling it open again. “I just said-”

“Shut up.” Pushing me back into my room, his hands on either of my cheeks, like he was cradling my face. Kissing me with a hunger I didn’t know.

The door slammed shut from Lando kicking it, making me jump slightly, giving me the chance to pull away from him.

“What just happened-” sitting down on the bed behind me- not trusting in my legs to keep me up.

“I couldn’t do it.” Taking a seat in front of me on the mini sofa, he tugged at his own hair. “Can’t do what?”

“Stay away from you. I tried and I can’t.” Looking up at me, we both watched each other. “But you said-”

“I know what I said…”

It fell silent once again, tightening my robe and sitting up straighter, I cleared my throat. “Then what do you want?”

“You.”

“What about my brothers?” Raising my eyebrows at him, I only took notice of how close he got. “Nah, I don’t want them.” Rolling my eyes at him, my back slowly lowering against the bed. “You’re crazy.”

“About you.” Brushing my damp hair back he was now hovering above me. “That’s my line.” Why I was whispering I don’t know- but I was now letting the heart decide, and it decided that all is forgiven and I wanted him.

“Do you remember mine?” His brow quirked.

“Meet me after the Dutch GP?”

Humming he leaned down pressing a delicate kiss to my revealed collarbone.

“I’m glad you did.”

“You’re in my room.” Biting down on my bottom lip, I tugged at his hair gently.

“Let’s make it our room- at least for tonight.”

“Lando-” closing my eyes I fought with my heart- my hands pressed against his shoulders pushing him back slightly.

“I’m sorry-” mumbling he looked down at the minimal space between our bodies. “Don’t apologise for this-”

His hand slid under the robe, grazing up my thigh delicately, eyes trained on me watching how I reacted. “Im not apologising for this.”

My body ached for him, his touch driving me insane. Rolling my hips slightly trying to push myself more against him- if that was even possible. Smiling at my reaction, he licked his bottom lip trying to contain his smile. “I’m sorry for how I treated you.”

“Not to sound too desperate- but can we talk about that- after you really appreciate me.” Quirking a brow at him- my sudden boldness being brought out by lust.

“With pleasure-” gripping onto my waist, he lifted me moving me up the bed resting more into the pillows. “Literally.”

“Please stop with the corniness.”

“I’ll try-” both laughing a little, we fell into each other, delicate kisses, and whispered sweet nothings.

—

When all was said and ‘done’- we laid in silence, the room lit from the bright moon. My head was against Lando’s shoulder, his arm tracing up and down my side.

We was both watching our hands, fingers dancing with one another’s. The silence in the room was comforting oddly enough. And when my hand finally grew tired, it fell against his chest, my head turning, hiding away into his neck.

“That was- amazing.” Sighing he picked my hand up placing a soft kiss against my palm, before turning on his side making us both face each other.

“You’re amazing.” Laughing a little I reached my hand further up brushing his hair back. I was studying his face, how even in this light you can see his flushed face and feel his somewhat damp skin.

“You’re so pretty.” Mumbling lowly, I didn’t realise the words slipped my mouth until I see the smile creep up on his face.

His arms wrapped around my body securely, a kiss pressed against my forehead. “Goodnight.” Smiling up at him I closed my eyes “goodnight lan.”

Laying there eyes closed, I listened to his heartbeat counting the beats like sleep.

“I think I love you…” sighing once again he squeezed me tight press in two more kissed to my forehead.

My heart was pounding my body was so warm- I can’t believe he just said that- is it weird I understand what he means.

Our little secret Norris- I’m needing more.

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Sweet Like Pumpkin Pie - S.JN

Kinktober Day 2

Face sitting: also known as queening or kinging, is a sexual practice with one partner sitting over the other's face.

INTRO: One fall day, you decide it's time to let go of your worries. Turns out you're a natural freak in the sheets and Johnny loves it.

GENRES: Smut

PAIRING: reader (afab) x boyfriend!johnny suh

WARNINGS: profanity/swearing, face sitting (F), face riding (F), a little body worship, more dominant Johnny but mostly no power dynamic, marking, hair pulling/scalp scratching - overall explicit content - PLEASE, DO NOT ENGAGE WITH THIS POST/BLOG IF YOU'RE UNDERAGE. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.

WORD COUNT: 1.86k (remember, size doesn't matter)

AUTHORS NOTE: Okay. I'm already a day behind but we got this team. Also, I've noticed that my posts aren't coming up under the tags for some reason? If anyone is coming from one of the tags lmk cause it would be cool to see who is. Otherwise I'm trying my best to fix it. Anyways, enjoy October 2nd! (＞﹏＜)

*unedited*

It wasn’t something you never discussed, yet it still took you by surprise when Johnny suggested we actually try it this time. “I want you to sit on my face.” He states, no hesitation in his voice because he clearly knows no shame. It is Johnny after-all.

You stutter over your words, trying not to choke on the words as they get stuck in your throat. “Um, are you sure?” You ask. It’s not that you don’t want to sit on Johnny’s gorgeous face, it’s just that you haven’t done it before, the activity foreign.

A chill runs up your spine as your eyes cast past Johnny’s shoulder, watching out the window. Green leaves on your cherry tree turning orange with the call of fall. You’re almost envious of how pretty it turns with each season, but fall being the most beautiful concept on it in your opinion.

Your eyes meet his again, determined mindset in tow as he gives you begging eyes. Johnny never wants to push you, that’s why you’re so glad he’s your boyfriend, but you need to give too. Besides, this will be fun and with Johnny you will be safe.

You nod, “Okay.”. He smiles, giving you a peck on the lips. “It’s gonna be so much fun, baby. You have no idea how long I wanted to do this with you.” His excitement sends a thrill of excitement through your body, the feeling stopping at your lower stomach. God, he makes you wet without even touching you.

You tread behind him as he leads you to your shared bedroom. You must admit out of the two of you, Johnny is most definitely the more adventurous lover. He always wants to try new things, but you always say ‘maybe’ or ‘next time’, though it never happens next time. To be honest, this is probably the only thing off ‘vanilla’ sex that you’ve ever done. It's more than a little sad.

His hand reaches for yours, squeezing you lightly in reassurance as he shuts the bedroom door behind you. His hand then leaves yours in favour of joining the other as they wrap themselves around your waist, the rest of his body leaning into your back. “I got you.” He mumbles through your hair. “Waited so long, gonna make it worth it.” His voice darkens as each word leaves his lips, a shiver running up your spine.

“I trust you.” You gulp, voice sounding small. “I know, baby.” He hums, his hold on your body firm and safe, just how you like it. He gently runs his hands down your stomach until his fingertips grip at the fabric of your sweater, tugging it up. You grin, taking the hint and lifting your arms as he discards both your sweater and thermal. He kisses your neck, goosebumps following his fingertips.

Next he gets down on his knees, surprising you as you clutch his shoulders. “Johnny what’re you-” He silences you, a ‘shushh’ leaving his lips as he pulls your sweatpants down. Lifting your ankles, he throws them behind him, your bare legs catching his attention. Smiling, he begins kissing the flesh of your thighs. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” he mumbles against you.

“Stop teasing.” you whine, annoyed that he’s not touching you where you need him. “I’m not teasing, just showing you how much I love everything about you.” His eyes lock onto yours as you look down on him. “I want you to always be comfortable coming to me if you want to try new things.” Returning to his assault on your thighs, you moan. His affirmations and sweet kisses driving you mad.

He nips and bites at your sensitive skin, marks following the path of his mouth, but you don’t mind. All the more of him to feel tomorrow. His attention spans from your knees to above your belly button. Butterflies erupting in your stomach everytime he gets closer to your aching pussy.

When he finally peels away your dripping panties, you’re practically panting. Your head feels lighter as all blood seemingly rushes to your core, the heat he’s kindled making you hot to the touch. He licks across your pelvic bone, the sensation making you breathe faster. His tongue swipes just a half inch from your clit and your body shakes.

He grins, eyes mischievously peering up at you, “you’re so sensitive, baby.” he chuckles and you roll your eyes half-heartedly. “I wonder why.” is your completely sarcastic response. You want to say, how the fuck can you not be after the torcher he’s putting you through? It’s a wonder you’re still standing while he taunts you with the promise of a mind blowing orgasm.

Your hands grip his hair as he pokes his tongue at your clit, finally giving you something. You don’t even try to hold back the moan that escapes your lips, ecstasy filling you for a short moment before he stops again.

This time you groan in frustration, your nails accidentally scratching the surface of his scalp a little harder than you intended it to. A sharp hiss that draws into a hidden moan passes his lips, making you laugh internally. His slitted eyes glare up at you as a smile tugs at your lips. “Oops.” you add to the silence, the insincerity clearer than you meant for it to be.

“Alright, let’s do it then.” he announces and you nod your head, wanting nothing more at this point than to sit on his face. “You sure you’re ready though?” He questions, a pointed and soft look that shows he genuinely wants to know if you’re ready. “Johnny, I’m practically leaking like a dam. Please, I want to do this.” He nods, sucking in a breath. “Okay, baby.”

He stands up from his knees before grabbing your hand and bringing you to the side of the bed. He smiles at you, proceeding to pull his shirt over his head. You’ll never get used to the sight of Johnny’s body, he really is gorgeous inside and out.

Going ahead, he climbs onto the bed, lying down in the centre and pointing at you. “Come’ere.” You obey, crawling to him and sitting back on parted knees, hands between your open thighs. Johnny can’t help the groan that leaves him as he strokes up your marked thighs, mouth salivating.

“Now you just gotta put your knees beside my head, baby.” He says, leaning back to rest his neck on the mattress. You follow his instructions, moving to place your knees on either side of his head so that you’re facing down his body. He places a hand on your thigh, stopping you. “Not that way, baby. Turn around, I want to see you.”

You gulp, a weak ‘okay’ your response. Turning around so you’re facing the headboard of the bed, you see his eyes peer up at you through his long lashes. You hover above him, your nerves now distracting you from how turned on you were, Johnny notices.

Quick to distract you from your thoughts, he licks a path up your inner thigh, collecting the juices that drip from you. You’re too high for him to reach, still hovering above his face. He grabs your hips, swiftly pulling you down onto his already parted lips. You are then left with no room in your mind to stress as it quickly fills with pleasure.

His tongue moves with skill around your clit, the feeling so foreign yet familiar. Of course Johnny’s eaten you out, just now like this. It’s so new it feels taboo to you, which only turns you on more as his warm tongue darts into your hole.

Johnny looks up and watches you as your lips part in moan after beautiful moan. Each time the sound sending blood pumping to his hard cock. His lips work to form an ‘o’ around your sensitive clit before he sucks on it. It sends your mind into a frenzy, your hips beginning to grind against his face.

He groans into you when your hands reach for tufts of his dark hair, lacing through each strand and tugging as you desperately find a way to keep yourself grounded. Each frenzied moan that leaves your mouth becomes more and more careless, the fucks to give leaving your thoughts.

His strong arms wrap securely around your hips, pulling you further into his mouth to the point you're almost worried. Johnny, however, has been waiting to do this with you for a long time, the need to have your cum covering his face overwhelms his need to breathe at this moment.

“Wanna ride your face.” you gasp between moans and Johnny groans beneath you, your words both turning him on and making him so proud that you're telling him what you want.

You feel him nod into you, loosening his hold on your hips and flattening his tongue. Your heart quickens its beat, but you push the anxiety to the back of your mind. You hesitantly start rocking your hips back and forth, the feeling making your eyes roll back and an unholy sound releasing from your chest.

You get no time to be embarrassed about it, and you don’t want to be. This feeling is a pure drug, he’s your ecstacy and you’re addicted. His nose bumps your clit and your fist your fingers in his hair, moving both your hips and his face against you.

Johnny can’t believe it. His timid girlfriend becoming so animalistically wild and using his face like a toy. It’s the turn on he never knew he wanted, but god does it feel good. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your hips, working with you to rock them against his tongue.

Your breaths quicken, the heavenly feeling of your orgasm building up making the movement of your hips stutter and and falter. You’re lucky Johnny’s strong enough to keep you shifting over him. He watches your face carefully, looking for the expression he’s longing to see.

He picks up when your body loosens up, mouth parting and eyes going blank as you sit on the edge of euphoria. He quickly stops your movement, arms cementing you in place as he attaches his lips around your clit again and sucks. Fucking hard.

It pushes you into your orgasm as your eyebrows furrow and your mouth forms a perfect ‘o’. Your entire body shakes as spluttered and broken moans leave your lips along with short, gasped breaths.

Johnny watches you in amazement, pure admiration on his face as he watches you unfold on top of him. He couldn’t be prouder of you.

You go limp, gently lifting yourself from him but not after he cleans you up. You tumble down beside him as he wraps you in his arms. Safe with him. Always safe.

“You did so well, baby.” He mumbles into your ear, a smile gracing your lips as you hum a ‘yeah?’.

He hums back. “And you taste like heaven.”

You groan, really not wanting to hear about how your taste as a blush rises to your cheeks.

“Sweet like pumpkin pie.”

You scowl, slapping his bare shoulder as he laughs at you. Secretly you look pleased.

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f10werfae · 2 years

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Small Big Big Lovin

Pairing: Husband!Chris x Short!Wife!Reader

Summary: Fans recount the best things they’ve seen about Y/n and Chris' loving relationship

- Requests are open!

Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️

Chris Evans Masterlist💫:

Full Masterlist✨:

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@/lemonsqueezy: Anyone see the mirror selfie Chris posted of him and Y/n, his arms wrapped around her with her jumping onto him like a koala😭😭 AND THIS MAN WAS NOT TRYING TO HIDE HIS HANDS ON HER ASS (Can’t blame him tho)

@/Whosaidso: Chris said on his newest press tour interview that every morning their kids barge into their room to have Y/n do their hair. Anyone else cryin?

> @/spiderwomantt: OK BUT R WE IGNORING THAT HE LITERALLY CALLS HIS OWN KIDS THE COCKBLOCKERS

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@/Evanslovesass: My aunt got to interview Y/n on the red carpet and apparently she’s so much smaller in real life🥹 Chris literally had to act as her bodyguard because people would bump into her cus they couldn’t see her

> @/buckystanners: AT ONE POINT YOU CAN SEE HIM JUST CARRYING HER THROUGH THE PEOPLE

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@/princeofasgard: I just saw Chris and Y/n out doing the grocery shopping and this man was just watching his wife struggle to reach the lucky charms on the top shelf

> @/hungryhipposusa: WELL DID HE HELP HER?!

>> @/princeofasgard: YEAH BUT SHE LIT HAD TO BEG HIM LMFAO

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@/yourmomsmom: if yall think you have a chance with Chris then you’re wrong, the guys absolutely smitten with Y/n as if she’s God on Earth /gen

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@/henrycavillishubby: Yall remember when Y/n revealed that she met Chris because she was a trainee hair stylist who was working with another stylist, and the reason they started talking to each other is because he wouldn’t leave her tf alone. Poor gyal

> @/sticksonbricks: Don’t forget that the only girl he lets deal with his hair is Y/n now, HE SAYS ITS HERS ONLY TO TOUCH AND TO PULL WTF

>> @/marvelousshulk: Why are we surprised they have like a gajillion kids

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@/hornymackiebarnes: Anthony Mackie really just clowned Chris evans because anytime wants to Chris wants to kiss Y/n he has to bend his neck or she has to use a stool😭☠️☠️

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@/tomhollandsleftnipple: OKAY BUT CHRIS DYING Y/NS HAIR ON LIVE WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER, HE WAS SO WORRIED SHE WOULDNT LIKE IT N KEPT STEALIN KISSES FROM HER. IM SLEEPIN ON THE HIGHWAY TONIGHT

>> @/Ynshairfollicle: and when baby Izzy came in the middle of it to sit on Y/n's lap, I swear she’s an exact double of Chris

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@/celebsgoferal: ALERT JUST SAW CHRIS EVANS FULL ON FRENCHING WITH Y/N UNDER A TREE IN MY LOCAL PARK AND HE WAS NOT HOLDIN BACK😍😭😭 GOD IT FELT WEIRD

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@/Dcandmarvel101: I just met Y/n Evans at my work and she’s actually the sweetest woman alive, she even tipped me so well!! Chris came to pick her up and wouldn’t even let her pay for her own nails since apparently he picked the colour for them. I hate it here.

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@/nocolourjustfaxandprinter: Anyone see Chris Evans camera roll, there that meme of a massive plug going into a phone’s charging socket, god bless Y/n for real

>@/socksontoes: Babes she’s living her best life, SHES GIVING HIM HIS BIG BOSTON FAMILY

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@/Giraffeshortneck: I was at a fireworks festival at my hometown in Massachusetts and saw the Evans couple snuggling while watching. Chris had Y/n inside his coat with him all zipped up, HE EVEN KEPT KISSING HER CHEEKS AND HEAD WTAF

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@/hiyageorgie: Chris calls Y/n his sweet girl. That’s it. That’s the tweet.

>@Y/nEvans: Fun fact I call him my bubba, something he actually used to call me when we first started dating

>>@/trinitysimpsonS: OMG SHE REPLIED TO YOU

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@/thexmenarehere: Who was going to tell me that Chris has a tattoo of Y/n's name with a kiss mark on his right pec, because her head always lands there when they sleep. I never knew I needed this information. I love it.

> @/lovememenot: And Y/n has a small cursive C tattooed on her hip. Saw it in one of her bikini shoots for her new clothing brand😭

>> @letsgetreadytobumble: OMG I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE THAT NOTICED THAT BRO

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@/treetopshigh: That one video where in the background Y/n was cutting Chris’ hair and he had fallen asleep onto her chest midway, AND SHE KISSED HIS FOREHEAD TO WAKE HIM UP GENTLY

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@/brightandsunny: bro my sisters friend worked on the set as a stunt woman and she said Y/n is an amazing mother. SO HANDS ON AND TENDER LOVIN, AND CHRIS JUST CANT GET ENOUGH OF HIS OWN WIFE. ALWAYS HAS HIS HANDS ON HER. Safe to say she has her hands full.

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@/Freshwaterfish: I love that one video on Y/n's tiktok where she pranks Chris about wantin a surgery to make her taller, and this man went all soft trying to convince her that she was his “precious little goblin queen” NOT THE REACTION I WAS EXPECTING BUT SO WORTH IT

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@/sweetlovin: No one gonna mention about how when Y/n was pregnant Chris literally dropped all his projects and rushed home to be with her. Next thing we know she’s carrying triplets AND WITH HER SMALL FRAME, GOD BLESS HER FOR REAL. HER BACK IS GOING TO BE ACHING

>@/kristoffslevn: Chris did not cut her any slack☠️☠️ three mf babies

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@/dreeezzy: Chris with his kids is so adorable, because they’re small like Y/n was when she was little, HES ABLE TO CARRY ALL FOUR AT ONCE. Don’t even get me started on him putting his baby girls hair into pigtails while he was on his lunch break while filming. Or when they all missed Y/n so they all huddled up in his chair to face-time her while she was t at home cus she was heavily preggers

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@/Y/nEvans: Anyone got any tips on how to get a six foot man’s heavy ass head out of your boobs without wakin him up??

>@/ChrisEvans: They’re soft, warm and snuggly. Leave me alone.

>>@/Y/nEvans: They’re just tits 😭😭

>>>@/ChrisEvans: Yeah mine. What can I say? I’m a simple man with simple needs

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@/levelheadednoob: anyone else wonder how Y/n and Chris have ya know ;)) cus that woman is tiny and he is like six foot

>@/ChrisEvans: We get through it fine thank you, four kids and counting :

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poisonsage808 · 1 year

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hiii! i wanted to say first off that I love your work! i always come back to them whenever I'm in need of some sandor time and they never fail to make me smile.

i wanted to ask if you could do something w/ "i was so worried. it was killing me, not being able to reach out and touch you" from that secret relationship prompt list. I thought it was fitting for sandor cause that man secretly loves physical touch does he not?

♡ Strong Enough ♡

Sandor Clegane x Stark!Reader

a/n: hello there! i see your user all the time, i’m so happy you requested something and thank you for your constant support! i tweaked it a bit to suit him more but i hope you like it xoxoxo

tw: blood, violence, death, swearing

The gods were having a laugh at him, weren't they? Giving the ugliest brute in Westeros the heart of the sweetest thing he thinks he’s ever seen in gods know how long just to take them away. Of all the people in the world to weasel their way into the Hound’s heart, it had to be you. Twin to the Young Wolf, Robb, fucking you. A fucking Stark!

You’d somehow befriended the Hound during his stay at Winterfell but then you kissed him on the way to King’s Landing. He was certain you’d hate him after he killed that butcher's boy and end whatever it was the two of you had, but you didn’t. Then he was even more certain you’d hate him after he took you and your sister, Sansa, hostage, but you didn’t. Sandor was abso-fucking-lutely certain you’d hate him after King Joffrey ordered your father to be executed… but you didn’t.

“It’s not your fault,” You told him, some of those times through flooding tears, “Don’t risk your head, alright? Not for me, not for anyone.”

Gods, he hated it when you cried. And Sandor had been seeing you cry a lot ever since Joff had your father beheaded. Even so he allowed it, especially because you never cried in front of anyone else. You were strong like that, never giving them the satisfaction of knowing how you were truly feeling. Your red rimmed eyes may say otherwise, it was proof enough but Sandor still thought you were strong and he would hold you whenever he had the chance.

“Keep your head down, little wolf, and do as you're bid. Tell your sister the same.”

‘They won’t hurt you’ he wanted to say but they could. They did and have, whenever they had the chance. They being the Lannisters— Baratheons, whatever, the royal cunts he worked for. Sandor never felt guilt as heavy as he did these past months. He felt it every damn time he saw your stoic face, albeit the red under your eyes seemed to be permanently stained that way, in court or dutifully beside your sister.

The gods were testing his restraint as if Sandor needed a bloody test. He damn near gutted Meryn yesterday for the punch he gave you in front of everyone. He’d take a tongue lashing or walk the gallows for it, gladly. Then he met your eyes. Don’t risk your head, your voice ricotched inside his skull so loudly it stilled him. Sandor had never been so happy to see the dwarf in his life, ending the beating before Meryn’s sword struck you and only you. The little bird with her ripped dress sobbing on her knees tucked into your protective arms. He would’ve killed the Kingsguard himself if it wasn’t for Tyrion and, as much as he wanted to, he didn’t want the last time he saw you to be in that room.

Sandor bandaged you himself, undoing the shite work that old pervert Pycelle did.

“No one’s gonna hurt you again, little wolf.” He swore— no, he vowed, and the Hound didn’t do vows, “No one, you hear me?”

“I’m ok, Sandor.” You assured him as you always did, each time sounding weaker than the last. Never quite yet a lie, you were still strong.

Sandor felt the shift in the air less than halfway to the Red Keep, the walk was eerily quiet. He knew King Joff wasn’t beloved by any means but utter silence was a warning and he’d curse himself if he didn’t chance a look at his surroundings. He’d tell himself this anyways but his eyes landed on the little bird… then his little wolf following behind her.

You didn’t smile when you caught his brief gaze looking back at you over his shoulder. No, you felt the same tense aura he did and he could see the worried expression on your face. Fear. He thinks he hates that look on you more than tears. Sandor wished he could just grab you, hook you under his arm and make sure you stayed there until he saw you to safety.

Don’t they always say “it happened so fast” well it fucking did. Sandor blinked, Joff was hit and his sword was drawn out right after. Then everything went to shit. The Bread Riot they would call it by tomorrow but Sandor Clegane could name it right here and now; his worst fucking nightmare come to life.

Joff was fine, he made certain of that firsthand but when he turned around, though his body never ceased moving, his heart stopped. You and the little bird were nowhere to be seen. Sandor felt like he could breathe at least when he found Sansa, just in time by the looks of it. His sword hacked through flesh and bone then he swung the girl over his shoulder. She cried the whole way back, never ending blubbering was just as bad as her chirping. Only this time they were both thinking the same.

“Where are they!?” She sobbed, “Please, you have to—“

Sandor didn’t need to be fucking commanded to find you, so he didn’t stay to hear the rest of her pleas. He went back to face the riot a third time. Occasionally some idiot came at the Hound only to meet their gorey demise at his sword. Sandor shouted your name until his throat hurt, growing more panicked the longer he went without a response.

Until you called back.

Footsteps come closer, heavier, faster. Rounding the corner his nerves finally leave him alone with relief. Sandor’s shoulders slump as lets out a breath that takes away some of the tension he was holding onto. He takes one step closer while you close the distance with a leap. Your arms locked behind his neck, the blood on his armor smearing against your own attire. You didn’t seem to care, he certainly didn’t. The deathly grip on his weapon shook and his sword clattered when it hit the ground. Sandor enveloped you in his arms and breathed in the scent of your hair. He almost thanked the gods that laughed at him that you were alive—

Then he pulled away harshly, hands flying to your cup your cheeks and turning your head all around looking for any bruises or cuts. He ignored the way you said his name until he inspected every fucking inch of you, making sure you weren’t bleeding or something worse had happened. If you were it would all be his fault, he made fucking vows for you! He—

“Sandor.” You said again

He sighed then begrudgingly met your red rimmed eyes, “It.. it fucking killed me not to reach out and touch you.”

You somehow smiled and attempt to gently pry his hands away to hold them, “I’m ok, I—“

“No.” He growls and holds your face still in his grip.

His eyes are wide, boring into yours. His breaths short and shaking with every exhale. Is this fear? In the Hound— your Hound?

“It would’ve fuckin’ killed me if something happened to you. Do you understand me? I’m strong but,” Sandor sighs and blinks away any traces of fear you thought you saw but he doesn’t meet your eyes for the final part of his little speech, “I’m not strong enough to lose you.”

Halfway through his admission your brows punched up and tears welled in your eyes. You managed to swallow down the sob that almost escaped. Words aside, the seriousness and earnestness in his voice had you choking up. Including his statement, it was just about the closest Sandor Clegane has been to admitting he not only cared about you but quite possibly loved you.

“Look at me,” You managed to say, “I’m right here, Sandor, I’m not going anywhere.”

His eyes find yours again. You’re smiling that bloody smile that twists his guts in a way he doesn’t necessarily dislike. It’s weak… but it’s there and it’s mighty reassuring. Sandor’s thumb catches a tear that drips down your cheek. He hates it when you cry.

“Alright…” He swallows hard on nothing.

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lovelykhaleesiii · 10 months

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“have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it.”

for aegon, obviously 🥹🥹🥹 i’m just obsessed with this man. i just want him to talk her through it ksjshs

Aegon ii SMUT Prompt #2

pairing: Aegon ii Targaryen x wife!fem!Reader

warnings: mentions of arranged marriage, p in v sex, size kink (?), swearing, NSFW.

a/n - apologies I was slowly starting to doze off writing this, so forgive me if there are mistakes, I will come back to them to edit!

smut prompts - for Aegon ii | Aemond

Upon hearing of your haste betrothal to Prince Aegon, the Second of his Name, you were fuelled with twisted emotions of both excitement and fear. Many ladies and men of the court had much to say about your husband to be, the good, the bad and the ugly, especially the young maidens…

“The Prince is known for his peculiar tastes and insatiable drive to fuck.”

“He’ll fuck anyone that has a nice pair of tits or an eager cunt...Or both, if he pleases.”

“Apparently so, the Prince’s cock is said to be twice as thick as that of an average man…”

Nonetheless, all the ceaseless babbling and ramblings of your betrothed sent your mind into a frenzy. Right up until the last minute, you were desperately trying to milk every fine detail of Aegon and his sexual proclivities, from the young maidens of court. Anticipating the truth…

The wedding a success, not a single flaw or adversity faced. The plans and effort that went into the royal wedding went accordingly, almost as if it was destined to be… You’d spoken to Aegon briefly in fleeting moments where you found yourselves immersed in each other’s company, and much to your surprise [and relief], he seemed rather withdrawn and reserved. Still polite, he openly would refer to you as his “wife”, held your hand without hesitation and even went so far as to initiate kisses. All publicly of course, for since the day has began, you’d both been the centre of attention. That was until the night of consummation was upon you.

Aegon decreed that no witnesses be present during the act itself, it seemed he did not think an audience necessary, and many entrusted that he would certainly get the job done. This only worried you once more, until your maidens that had prepped you for the night would reassure you otherwise.

Regardless, the moment Aegon had stepped in following you from the celebratory feast, confidence mindlessly oozing from his stride, his fave remained stoic and yet his eyes lusting over the sheer material that draped and cloaked your body.

You wouldn’t have been surprised if he could just feel the nerves palpating from your body. After all, you were a maiden as expected… However, he did not seem phased by the night at all, nor that he was hesitant in stripping himself naked just before hist waist [keeping his pantaloons on, yet undone], and ripping apart your nightly gown.

You could make out a fairly large bulge beneath the restricting material of his pants between his thighs. The shape and the mould of it, recognisable, it looked painfully big and dense.

As if he’d caught you in the act of perving at his hardened cock, a smirk brewed across his handsome face, as he teasingly questioned, “Like what you see?”

[Indeed you did]

No words could fathom in your mind, nor could your mouth coordinate to speak. Instead, you exchanged a shy, meek nod of your head, as he gently laid you down on the smooth, silk linen sprawled across the plush bed.

“Such a good girl for me. My pretty wife, already so obedient for me. Seven Hells, have the Gods blessed me abundantly with you.”

Pulling his pants down low enough, his thick, solid cock plunges out, bursting with excitement at the sheer thought of fucking you. Hard undoubtedly, as he presses it down against the low, soft pit of your stomach, oozing pre-cum at its throbbing tip, as he gently polishes it over your skin, now glistening in the dim light.

Although, sparing a few seconds to gaze upon his cock, you notice just how thick and girthy it is. Your body and heart aches for it to be thrusted and shoved inside of you, a dull ache brewing intently in your sweet spot between your thighs. However, your mind pondered over the great certainty that this will hurt, and the pain would be agonising, and it seemed your face did not mask the fear well enough…

“Have a little trust in yourself, I know you can take it.”

Caressing your tender, worrisome face with his rough hand, gliding a misplaced strand of hair away from your face, a wave of reassurance washed over. And again, you nod graciously to his words. Seeing how tender and effortless Aegon was at making you feel this way, you felt the urge to sate him, to please him, to fulfill the duty as his wife, as best as possible.

“Spread your legs a little more, baby. You need to make room for me- That’s it baby, such a good fucking girl- Take a few deep breaths for me, just relax-”

Within a few short seconds, the wet tip that was just teasingly stroking over the entrance of your folds, find it’s sharp way piercing through, stretching your tight, tight walls beyond relief for a few, solid minutes. You could feel his cock, hitting at your cervix, igniting a lightning bolt to coarse rapidly throughout the fibres of your entire being.

The moan that escaped Aegon’s mouth was one of pleasure, whereas yours was shriek of pain, yet you craved for more. Feeling himself burying his hard, thick cock deeper between your stretched out walls, his thrusts pacing slow and steady as he allowed you to adjust to his size.

“Fuck that feels so, so good. This pretty, little cunt was made just for me baby- I’m going to ruin you bit by bit.”

The breathing became more dense and heavy, slowly syncing with one another, the sweat beginning to emit from your skin. Bare bodies colliding rhythmically with each other, you felt your insides burning with discomfort and lust.

“Buck your hips forward baby, like this-”

Swiftly, as he steadied himself on his knees, his hands firmly gripped your waist, mindlessly manhandling you as he repositioned your hips, presumably teaching you for next time.

“Ughhh- That’s it, baby- Stay like this for me- Now moan for your husband, say my fucking name for the realm to hear… Let them know exactly who you belong to now and for eternity.”

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cressthebest · 2 months

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Art Heist, Baby! thoughts pt. 10

chapter 28:

this is the heist chapter, so i’m just gonna make it its own post. it will be too long otherwise

1. james thinks that falling in love with regulus is the most exciting thing he’s ever done- more so than the literal heist. they’re so in love

2. hell yeaaaah babey! they even have the clothes sharing trope. regulus looks so small in james’ big t-shirt. fuck yeah

3. they’re all nervous and getting tea in the kitchen <3 they all get along and love each other. do NONE of them have melatonin tho??? babes, medically force yourself to sleep atp

4. peter swears barty’s snoring is so loud there is two people in there. 👀 evan perhaps??

5. i love mary and lily’s friendship so much. like, i love their background friendship in this fic so much. like, i cannot even use words to express how much i love it

6. remus and james fell in love with stars and it’s the most important thing about the heist to them. wait. hold up. i just.

7. “Anyone would be lucky to marry you, James Potter. Plus, I didn’t really think Regulus was the wear your t-shirt, fall asleep in your lap, dance on countertops, type either and yet, here he is.” sobbing. literally sobbing.

8. remus and james being best freinds in this fic instead of the typical sirius and james freindship is healing in ways i didn’t think would need healing. i am healed. they are forever going to be in each others lives.

9. sirius and james matching 😭😭😭. but it also raises the question of what the others are wearing. jeans and blouses? night clothes? leggings?

10. tensions are so high. i feel like i need to be clutching my pearls and holding my breath. this is so stressful. i’m so worried something will go horribly wrong. so stressed

11. i’m also concerned why they are worried about fingerprints but aren’t wearing gloves

12. oh good, they’re wearing gloves actually

13. i love that part of the way sirius’ has his pure blood character show in here is by the way he can tell the price, quality, painter, and style of a painting just by looking at it

14. i love that after the first wolfstar kiss remus got back to james and told him everything. and i love that sirius and james are bringing this up during the heist when their LITERAL LIVES ARE ON THE LINE

15. oh shit there’s footsteps. i’m so worried for sirius and james

16. thank FUCKING GOD THEY ALL MADE IT OUT ALIVE AND UNSCATHED AND SAFE OH GOD I WAS SO SCARED OH MY GODDDDDD

17. still getting a bit of a rosekiller vibe here…

18. shit fuck no shit fuck shit fuck shit fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck shit shit shit fuck fuck fuck fuck shit shit shit fuck fuck fuck fuck shit shit shit fuck shit fuck holy fucking shit there’s police and sirens and holy fucking shit shit shit. stop no, i had such high hopes

19. oh no james thinking that sirius tipped the police off. (but i’m getting a bit of a feeling that this will be parallel to the peter betrayal moments in canon)

20. (not barty letting out a maniacal laugh during a fucking car chase. he’s not helping the sociopath claims)

21. not pandora playing the euphemia card.

22. also, once again, i would like to make a callback to my previous thoughts on point number 18. still thinking that. very worried.

23. god, not james saying i love you to regulus while the police have opened fire on him. i’m so worried. god.

24. it will be fine tho. there’s 10 chapters left. and james isn’t the one who dies. i will be fine.

25. james was shot 😳

26. and they’re all on the plane. they survived. end of chapter. thank fucking god.

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deardjarin · 10 months

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pretend you hate me (i know you don’t)

miguel o’hara x f!reader

miguel is a grouch. you’re pissed off.

words: 2.2k

rating: explicit

warnings: rough sex, degradation kink, oral sex (f and m recieving), vaginal sex

a/n: i told myself i would NOT fall victim to miguel but i did.

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You’ve never met anyone grumpier than Miguel O’Hara.

You understand, to an extent, but good god nothing can make him remotely relaxed. You’ve gotten used to his stone-cold demeanor, but it still annoys you. It��s one of those days again, when Miguel is so caught up in his own work that he won’t listen to anything you say.

“You’re being an asshole, Miguel.”

Miguel doesn’t say anything, just continues to angrily punch at the various buttons on the computer. You sigh, louder than you meant to, and Miguel shoots you a glance in response.

“Come on, Mig, have a conversation like a normal person. Whatever you’re doing cannot be so important-“

“Enough,” He snaps, finally turning away from the various screens to look at you. His blood red eyes bore into your skin, and his jaw clenches. You don’t say anything for a moment, stunned into silence, but you decide to keep pushing, because you’ve had enough of Miguel O’Hara.

“What is your problem?” You ask sharply, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’re always in some kind of mood. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile.”

Miguel raises an eyebrow, but he doesn’t move a muscle otherwise. Technically you have seen him smile; moments where he doesn’t think you’re watching, a shimmer of admiration crossing his face and his fangs peeking out of his lips. But you’d never tell him that, never give him the satisfaction of knowing you care.

“I don’t have time for this,” He says, your name rolling off his tongue in annoyance. “I have to worry about every single universe, every single Spider-Man. Not you.”

Your blood boils; you’ve had enough of his self-righteous bullshit.

“Fuck off, O’Hara,” You growl, stepping towards him. He tenses as you point at him, then lightly punch his chest in anger. “Nobody wants to watch you wallow in your own loneliness or whatever. Grow up.”

You both fall silent after that, only your heavy breaths and the soft beeping of various technology filling the air. Something shifts between you two, just for a moment, Miguel’s face shifting into something more amused. Suddenly, he grabs your wrist and twists you backwards, pulling you flush against his chest. For a second you swear you can feel something hard pressing against your lower back.

“Do you know what the problem is?” He growls, his hot breath hitting the shell of your ear. “I’ve got all this pent up stress, and no way to get rid of it.”

Your breath catches in your throat before Miguel releases you, pushing you away from him and walking off. You’re frozen in place, his touch burning against your skin. But you push on, not wanting him to win.

“Miguel!” You shout, unable to keep up with his long strides. “Just, fucking—don’t you run away!”

You almost catch up to him, but he turns on his heels and stops abruptly, making you run into his chest with a huff. You push your hair out of your face, gearing up another insult to hurl at him to keep him here, keep him listening—

Miguel grabs your face in his hands and kisses you.

You freeze once more against the rough press of his lips. Miguel pulls back, looking slightly alarmed, mumbling something about how he’s sorry and he shouldn’t have done that.

“Fuck you,” You breathe with a smile before pulling him back down and kissing him again. Miguel hesitated before roughly grabbing your hair and pushing his tongue in your mouth. Grasping onto his broad shoulders, the two of you kiss heatedly and sloppily.

“Baby,” Miguel groans when you both pull apart.

“Are you going to take me somewhere, or fuck me right here?” You ask playfully, chest heaving as you catch your breath.

Miguel grins devilishly.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Having an audience watching me put you in your place,” He growls, jerking his hips forward so his clothed cock rubs against you. Your stomach flutters and your cunt clenches around nothing.

“Asshole,” You spit, and in a blink, Miguel wraps his arms around your waist and throws you over his shoulder. You gasp, scrambling to find purchase anywhere to steady yourself as Miguel walks off.

You really hope you don’t cross paths with any of the many, many Spider-People in HQ, but as Miguel approaches his private quarters, your worries are quelled.

Miguel tosses you on his bed as the door slides closed behind him, and for good measure, he shoots webs across the seal. You whine softly, thinking about all the other things he could do with them. Would he web your wrists to the wall so you couldn’t move? Would he let you web him down, so you could ride his cock torturously?

You’re pulled from your thoughts as Miguel slowly approaches the edge of the bed, staring you down. The low lighting casts his face in shadow, only the glow of his red eyes visible. You half expect him to pull you back up and push you down to your knees, but instead he lowers himself to the ground. His fingers ghost over your clothed cunt against the fabric of your suit.

“Take this fucking suit off,” He orders, and you fumble with the zipper of your spider suit, Miguel watching but not helping. You kick the fabric off, leaving your cunt exposed to the cool air, and you spread your legs instinctively.

Satisfied, Miguel drags two fingers through your slick folds, making your hips jump.

“Soaked,” He mumbles, pulling his hand away and sticking his fingers in his mouth, tasting you. “I knew; I could smell you.”

“Bullshit,” You retort, but you’re cut short by Miguel’s mouth connecting with your cunt.

He eats you out like a man starved. He has no shame; he moans as he sucks on your clit, burying his face between your legs. You have nothing smart to say after that. You simply moan and babble his name, tugging on his thick brown hair. He pulls away for a moment, but you don’t let him go very far as you keep him close with your legs. He fumbles with the watch on his wrist and you watch as his suit disappears, and he goes back to work.

“Oh, Miguel,” You moan, twisting your free hand in the sheets of the bed. You feel him smirk against your pussy. You throw your head back when you hear the soft sounds of him jerking his cock. “Oh, fuck, Mi-guel—I’m going to cum—“

You cum with a cry, thighs shaking as you jerk your cunt against Miguel’s mouth. Once you finish, he pulls away, licking his lips and then wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Shit,” You groan, adjusting yourself so you're sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Finally got you to shut up?” Miguel asks, voice rough. You narrow your eyes, but your expression changes as the man stands up. His cock is huge; thick and long and leaking drops of precum. His balls hang heavy between his thighs, swollen and ready for release. You reach out, splaying your hand against his abs, feeling the thick hair that leads to his crotch. Miguel leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, and the sudden tenderness of it makes your heart skip a beat.

“Now get your mouth on my cock,” He orders, his large hand moving to your throat, pulling you down to his length. You drag your lips down, only lightly touching him, and you hear a deep rumble come from his chest. Your eyes flutter shut as you take him in your mouth, running your tongue along the underside of his cock.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Miguel groans, tugging on your hair once more. Your jaw aches from the stretch. Miguel begins shallowly thrusting into your mouth, making you gag a little bit against the force. “I knew you’d be a slut. Ever since I saw you step through that portal, I imagined you on your knees for me.”

Your eyes sting with tears as you pull off his cock with a pop. You feel the sharp press of nails against the nape of your neck. Miguel stares down at you, brows furrowed. You wrap your hand around his length, jerking it slowly as spit drips down your chin.

“Enough of the chit-chat,” You reply, smearing a bead of precum on the head of his dick. “Are you going to keep talking shit or actually fuck me like a real man?”

That seems to relight the aggression in Miguel, as he surges forward and attacks you with his mouth. He covers your body with his, kissing down the side of your neck. You moan as he sucks bruises on your sensitive skin, shivering when the points of his fangs prick your neck. You wonder what would happen if he actually bit you, but you quickly lose the thought when he wraps his lips around one of your nipples.

“You dick!” You shout, and Miguel barks out a laugh as he pulls away. His eyelids are heavy as he rakes his gaze over your body, admiring his work. Your chest tightens with a new feeling–something foreign, and a little bit scary.

Miguel roughly grasps your thighs, parting them and exposing your cunt. He jerks his cock once, twice, before tapping it against your clit. You shudder, mumbling a curse before Miguel sinks inside. He groans loudly, chest heaving as he bottoms out.

“You, fuck–Miguel,” You breathe. Miguel kisses the edge of your jaw lightly, and you can’t help but cup the side of his face, dragging the tips of your fingers over the deep scar across his cheek. You feel your eyes fill with tears, and you don’t know why, and that scares you. Miguel wraps his arms around you and pulls you tight to his chest before beginning to thrust into you.

“Fuckin’ sweet pussy, tight pussy,” He groans into your ear, panting with exertion. You clench around his length, moaning as he drags against your walls. He speeds his thrusts up, grunting with each push into your cunt. You get lost in the sensation of being filled, of being completely smothered by Miguel’s body weight. You alternate between screwing your eyes shut and staring at the ceiling, but Miguel pulls away enough to stare straight into your eyes.

“Look at me,” He demands, and you do, drinking in the sight of his pure arousal.

You let yourself be manhandled by him; he pulls out, pushing you onto your side and outstretching your right leg. You’re about to ask what he’s doing, but he lies down behind you and sinks his cock back into your pussy. You moan loudly, jerking your hips and pressing your ass back against him. Miguel chuckles darkly and grabs the flesh of your ass, altering his thrusts to hit somewhere deep inside you.

“Will you let me cum inside you?” He asks, a little breathless, kissing and nipping your shoulder. “I bet you’d like that, filling your pussy up with my cum.”

“Yes, fuck yes,” You respond, the pit of your stomach twisting with your approaching orgasm. Miguel speeds up his thrusts, shoving his hand between your legs. His thick fingers rub against your clit, bringing you closer to your release.

Miguel moans your name into your ear before his thrusts falter, cock twitching as he spills his load into you. You’re quick to follow, your orgasm washing over you as Miguel holds you close. You both take a few moments to catch your breath, the room silent.

“Feeling any better?” You ask teasingly, reaching between your legs to give Miguel’s balls a squeeze. He grunts and bites your shoulder in retaliation.

You let Miguel’s softening cock slip out of you, his cum smearing across your thighs. You twist in his arms so you are face to face with the man, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He looks…unsure. Like something is still on his mind.

“Miguel,” You say softly, trailing your fingers down his muscular back. “You can’t keep everything to yourself. It’s causing you way more stress than necessary.” “I…” He starts, trailing off as he avoids your gaze. His voice drops lower, becomes softer. “I love you.”

You freeze, your heartbeat speeding up. You try to say something, anything, but you can’t find the words.

“You…didn’t notice,” Miguel says, the corner of his mouth twisting up in a smile.

You sit up suddenly, laughing softly.

“Of course I never noticed!” You exclaim, but your voice is void of any real annoyance. “You’re grouchy all the time. How was I supposed to know?”

Miguel finally meets your gaze, the corner of his eyes crinkling with a smile.

“Don’t look at me like that,” You purr, cradling Miguel’s face with both of your hands.

“Then I’ll just look at your tits instead,” He quips, reaching up and squeezing your breasts in his hands.

“Miguel,” You scold, but allow yourself to be pulled down into his embrace. You rest your head on his bare chest. The two of you stay there for a while, just listening to the gentle breaths of each other. After a while, you feel a familiar hardness against the inside of your thigh.

“Ready for round two?”

“Insatiable.”

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader smut #atsv fanfiction #miguel o'hara fanfiction #he's sooooo #raaa #i wrote this in a day because i was so inspired #deardjarin fics

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raichiii · 10 months

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All Mine.

(damn okay this is my first time writing anything on Tumblr AND IT JUST HAS TO BE RAICHI SMUT, I AM A FUCKING SIMP FOR THIS MAN THERE IS NOT ENOUGH RAICHI SMUT AND THERE WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH. anyways, enjoy :p)

Raichi doesn't think he's the jealous type. But the anger bubbling in his chest tells him otherwise.

He watches for a moment, trying to figure out where this fool gets the audacity to chat his girl up while he was literally standing right there.

"I like your dress." The man smirks at you, pointing towards your chest.

"You look gorgeous."

He's right. You were gorgeous. The sparkly champagne gown you wore to the Bastard Munchen celebratory party merely highlighted it. But Raichi knew what he meant.

"Thanks." You replied kindly.

"What are you doing later tonight?" The man stepped forward towards you.

Raichi could have sworn he felt a vessel pop.

"She's coming home with me." He spat.

"Right, and you are?"

"Her boyfriend." His tone, laced with venom as he stared down the man who was still eyeing at you, annoyed at the fact that the man doesn't recognize him at his own team's party.

"Oh? Want to bet, baby, I can treat you better than he can." The man reaches his grimy hand reach out to cup your chin, pulling your face up.

Your boyfriend swats his hand away.

"She's not interested."

Sensing that Raichi was seconds away from beating this guy half to death, you did your best to drag him away.

"Come on Jin, let's go, please?"

Upon hearing your pleas, Raichi softens a little.

It took all your strength and luck to get him away and calm down.

"That motherfucker deserves a punch straight to his jaw." He mutters, scratching his head furiously as he sits down.

"Jingo, that'll damage your reputation, silly." You say, hands patting at his messy hair trying to tidy him up.

"My reputation means nothing to me if that means some guy gets his way with you." He reaches up to hold your wrist and bring your hand to his cheeks.

"Sweetheart, you're all I care about."

Raichi chuckles when he sees a faint blush rise to your face.

He kisses your hand.

He lets his eyes linger on the glittering golden fabric hugging your figure as you loom over him, noting that it leaves little to the imagination. He'll have to get you to wear this more often.

He accidentally glaces at your exposed chest. How soft and smooth your breasts looked. His face heats up, as he nervously looks away.

Oh god. He gulps.

"Then again Sweetness, I don't think im any better than all those ogling men."

You laugh, giving him a kiss on the forehead.

"Only difference is that m' yours, you big pervert."

"You got that right." He chuckles.

"You being a pervert?" You reply coyly.

"No." He cuts you off,

"Me being big."

Raichi guides your hand down his clothed chest...

his abs...

down to his... oh.

"Jin! There are people around!" You say frantically looking around to see if anyone's looking.

He gently yanks you closer to his face.

"Then, let's go somewhere else." He whispers into your ear. You swear you can almost hear his smile.

That's how you two ended up in a secluded room in the back.

"Ahh.."

"You look so beautiful in that dress, it's driving me insane."

Raichi litters kisses down your neck, and chest, his sharp teeth marking territory. One hand holding your bare back while the other hurriedly unzips your dress.

The dress plops to the ground, as he kisses you hungrily.

"Though, you look so much better without it on." He smirks, stopping to admire the view Infront of him.

"White lace, my favourite."

Raichi loosens his tie, and positions you on the couch, he pushes your knees to your chest.

"I'm going to show you who you belong to, got that?"

He unzips his pants, freeing his length, fully erect, precum dripping out with need.

He lines his cock up against your entrance and coats it with your slick.

You whine, growing desperate to feel him inside.

"So wet for me." He whispers to your ear before giving it a little lick.

He leans against you, grunting as he presses slowly into your cunt.

It takes a moment for him to sheath his entire length into you due to how tight you were.

"s' big!" You whine, your walls feel stretched out by his girth as he pushes deeper.

"Told you sweetheart."

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock raichi #raichi jingo #raichi #raichi smut #raichi x reader #bluelock smut #he's so baby i love him

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ilylovelyz · 2 years

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family oriented.

c/maknae line.

❥main character(s): bangchan lee know changbin hyunjin x afab!reader

❥genre: smut

❥(major) warning(s): incest, step sibling incest, step parent incest, cousin incest, age gap, stalking, yandere themes, mentions of threats and violence, reader is a bimbo in chans, sexism, emotional manipulation, hate sex, rough/violent sex, p in v, breeding, impregnation, dubcon, noncon

❥wordcount: not that long, ig.

bangchan. the best step dad.

how could bangchan best describe his relationship with you to his colleagues?

he loves you very much. obviously.

perhaps.. maybe a little too much?

his colleagues laughed amongst themselves, praising bangchan for his parenting skills as he, in their own words, "has a daughter with a pure heart."

and he can't do anything except agree!

you really are the purest (and naive) person in the whole world!

and it really shows in the way you, clearly without a care (or rather thought) in the world, bend over in that damn skirt of yours, revealing to any leering eyes your pink lace panties.

it infuriates chan.

not because you're an idiot.

but rather because everyone is staring at you with such a look in their eye

don't they understand that you are already taken?

by him, obviously.

he doesn't show it though.

to everyone else, he is just doing his job as a father and protecting his little girl.

so thats what he does.

he tracks and bugs your phone just to check in every now and then (not very frequently in his words as every 2 days is nothing!) to see if any pesky boys are bothering you.

don't you know boys these days are all about sex and getting high?

you don't deserve anything like that.

you need a real man who will take care of you, fulfill your needs.

and who is a better choice than him?

so nobody is really surprised when he glares daggers at anyone who dares to look in your direction, hand on your waist.

he'll be sure to lecture you at home for your improper and risky actions for sure.

"ah-ah! daddy p-please slow down!" you cry out, your body jolting with every sharp thrust.

ass up, the poor pillow under you soaking up your tears and droll and your daddy keeps a steady hand on the back of your head, occasionally tugging on a strand here and there.

thank god that your mother is on a work trip, otherwise she would hear the unmistakable echos of the headboad banging against the wall, the skin on skin contact, and of course your high pitched cries and screams.

you cry out again as he brings his large work-calloused palms down onto your asscheek, which was already red and imprinted with the same palm. that was the what? 27th slap tonight? originally 20 after he bent you over his slap for being so dumb and flashing your panties. your tongue darted out and your eyes widened at the pain because god does it fucking burn, but god does it burn so good.

"now fuck- as i was saying.. you better not b-be fuckin' around with any of those ah- boys again." he rasps, occasionally pausing with every clench of your cunny.

"'m seriously daddy! it was nothin' i swear-" you cry out before he flips you around, the new angle allowing his monster cock's tip to kiss your fertile and aching womb. "you may think that it was nothing, because let's be honest here, you're naive. too dumb 'n pure to be walking around like that y'know? those-those boys only talk to 'ya 'cuz you're cute." he says, and now that you are face-to-face with him, you take in the sight before you.

before you is your step-dad. prefers to be called daddy when it's just the two of you. this man who is nearing his late 40's, is currently ramming his cock into you. his face flushed with some strands framing his mature features. he has the same dark look in his eyes, the same one he tells you to be wary about, his lips curved upwards into a sick grin.

to be honest, it scares you, just a little bit. but at the same time, you can't help but swoon at his compliments and the attention he gives you. like he tells you, nobody will ever treat you the way he will. don't you love your daddy? if you did, then why are you trying to go to places where other boys will be? what are you trying to do? aren't you a whore, aren't cha? he tells you, watching you begin to cry and deny the assumptions, his lips curving downwards into a feigned disappointed scowl.

"you.. really think so, daddy?" you whimper, his eyes darting up to yours, watching your soft features droop with hurt. it hurts him, too. his daughter was too pure for this world. "yes, babygirl. it's the unfortunate truth. b-but don't worry, your d-daddy will treat you the best he fuck- can." he chokes out, his thumb finding your clit.

"no! n-no wait daddy! i c-can't anymore. 'ts too much!" you cry, more tears slipping down your flushed cheeks. you are rudely interrupted by his hand (the same hand that fingered you open in the backseat of his car earlier) gripping your both sides of your face, squishing your cheeks together.

he chuckles at the sight, "you will cum again you fuckin' dummy. i know what's best for you, don't you ever forget that. nobody will make you cum better than your daddy you ungrateful bitch." he grits out, slapping your face a few times before he resumes his assault on your pussy.

yeah, he's the best step-dad. <3

lee know. your rival cousin.

lee know, your cousin.

or rather, your enemy.

for some reason, it was always a competition between the two of you.

he wasn't much older, only being nearly 3 years older than you.

as result, the family members would always compare the two of you.

everything would suddenly turn into a fierce game until either 1. someone got hurt (usually you.) or 2. someone cried (again, usually you.) and 3. someone got too angry and rage-quit (lee know.)

and unfortunately, majority of the time, luck was either not on your side, or lee know cheated (as always) because you always ended up loosing.

you remember countless times when you two would wrestle, he would slap the inside of your thigh, close to your most intimate and sensitive place, or pinch your chest just close enough for it to knock you off balance.

you also remember one time when he wrestled you to the ground, and put you under him. your thighs on the side of his hips as he (according to his testament when questioned by your parent after you cried to them about it) "jokingly" choked you out, watching the way you cried and your face turn red.

it was afterwards did he finally release his hold on you, standing before you as you coughed and wheezed with that stupid grin and a dark glint in his eyes, calling you a "weak" and a "loser" and that you'll always be beneath him.

maybe if you weren't too focused on trying to regain your breath would you see the wet spot on the crotch of his sweatpants.

aside from that, he would never actually call you by your actual name around his friends.

when asked, he would just tell whoever asked that you were a "related whore" or his personal favorite "just a desperate little girl looking for some dick wherever she goes".

eventually you got sick of his antics after on your 18th birthday, he brought over his uninvited annoying friends and girlfriend and purposely talked shit about you in front of them.

it was there did you call him out on his bullshit, and you also made sure to point the embarrassing kinks you discovered after opening his laptop that he would never have told anyone, not even his girlfriend.

thank god that you were too blind and dumb to find his incest folder, though.

shortly after they left and everyone was situated around the annual bonfire did the asshole make it clear that he absolutely hated you.

"you fucking bitch! how dare you embarrass me like that in front of my girlfriend." he spat, reveling in the way tears spilled out of your doe eyes as he yanked your head by your hair up and down his cock.

"tch, got nothin' to say? can't say anything 'cuz you're too busy choking on your cousin's cock, huh? you fucking whore." he laughs, intertwining his fingers with your hair strands, he abruptly pulled you off his cock, not giving you a second to catch your breath before he brought his hand down onto your cheeks before prying your mouth open with his tongue and spitting on it.

"'m gunna tell your dad-" you tried to say before he gripped onto your forearm and slammed you chest first against the cold bathroom wall. "you aren't gonna say anything, you idiot. you're enjoying this, it's obvious." he replied, rolling his eyes out of annoyance when he yanked your lace panties down and saw the dark wet stain covering nearly the entire thing.

he stretched you out for a minute before he decided that was enough, as in his mind, you definitely have at least slept with several men so the stretch shouldn't be too much. you're a cocksucker at heart in his mind.

ignoring your whines and pleas that you apparently didn't want this, he slammed his thick cock into you until he bottomed out before setting a brutal pace.

pulling your head back, he gripped onto your jaw, forcing you to look at him at an awkward angle. "say you-ha- love this, bitch. you know you do," he rasps, roughly pinching your nipple through your dress. "say it!" he yells, shaking your head when he realizes that yes, you are indeed still a little girl who is desperate for any cock when he sees your eyes roll to the back of your head after his tip became best friends with your cervix.

"ngh- no! i don't! 'm not a whore!" you cry out.

god do you hate lee know. he was always so handsome yet always so fucking agitating. he was your cousin. your enemy. and yet, here he is. raping you against the cold bathroom wall on your 18th birthday, about to possibly give you the best orgasm of your life yet.

he abruptly comes to a halt when he cums, filling you the brim with his seed. he then pulled out, ignoring the flutters and whines of your denied orgasm. he leaves you there, trembling with mascara running down your flushed cheeks. at least now you'll be put to real use; being his incubator.

changbin. your doting little step-brother.

you remember the first time you met changbin.

it was after your parents announced their marriage engagement.

you two were much younger then.

he was 16 and you were 17.

there wasn't much of an age gap between the two of you, but there was a maturity and physical gap.

he was much more.. scrawny then, and was much much more shy.

it took awhile for you two to bond.

everytime you tried talking to him, he seemed to become flustered and antsy, almost like he was ashamed or embarrassed of something.

you were never able to put your finger on it.

you just brushed it off as him being antisocial and probably not having a not of female influence in his life.

totally not because you chose to wear the most revealing tops and the shortest pair of shorts anyone could ever imagine.

eventually, he got comfortable with you and the two of you became inseparable!

he would always cling to your arm, cuddle with you, take you everywhere, lend you his clothes, etc.

he never wasted a moment to brag about all of your achievements to his friends and anyone within earshot, about how he has such an amazing and beautiful older sister.

he would even get all protective over you when any boys would come around.

he was such a cute little brother.

your favorite moments between the two of you was when you two would spoon after such a scary movie.

he was so scared he begged to hold you (as it was very relaxing according to him).

how could you reject a cute little brother like him?

he was glad that you were a deep sleeper, otherwise you would've felt the obvious bulge of his cock and the way he would hump your ass like a bitch in heat.

you remember how sad he was when he saw you off to college.

he was on the verge of tears, practically begging you not to leave.

but obviously, you had to.

so he sent you off with a very platonic kiss on the lips. "i, as your little brother, will miss you very much."

fast forward a couple of years, it was your graduation party and you actually hadn't seen him in awhile.

you've seen pictures of him and facetimed him occasionally but nothing would've prepared you for the change that the dude went through.

your baby brother, is now a man.

while he didn't grow much in height, the way his muscles bulged when he crossed his arms made up for it, the tattoos on him making him look like a piece of art.

you guess you looked different too, because the way he looked at you when he made eye contact was surely different as well.

the sound of rushed kissing and lips smacking together echoed off the familiar bedroom walls. it was your bedroom. the same one you and changbin cuddled in those many years ago. only, you two weren't young teens anymore. but rather, adults. two, very, horny adults.

"w-wait-mhf- changbin," you huffed as changbin groped and caressed every single inch of your body. "ch-changbin, this is wrong.." you whined into his mouth as he squeezed your ass with his calloused hands. he swallowed those whines, choosing to simply silence you by shoving his tongue down your throat.

"i've.. wanted this for so-so long." he admits, opening his eyes which was clouded with pure lust and longing, almost as if he was going to break any minute. "god, this is all your fault. it's not my fault my step-sister decided to prance around in such clothing." he continues, trying to justify the current taboo act you both are committing as he grips underneath your thighs and hoists you up with pure strength, roughly slamming you into the wall before turning around and placing you onto your back onto the bed.

"ah! changbin..! i'm your sister-" you cry out when he moved your panties to the side and wasted no time in sliding two of his thick fingers into your cunt.

"i don't care." he replies, enjoying the feeling of his sister's tight cunny clenching around his fingers. he continues fingering you for a while before he seems to have had enough and rushes to undo his belt and shoves his pants and boxers down, releasing his cock. it looked so painful, standing upright with an angry red tip.

"changbin.." you whimpered. he pressed his tip against your soaked hole before pushing in slowly. his cock wasn't that long, but god was it thick. so thick that just the tip alone knocked the breath out of your lungs. "cha-changbin..!" you squealed out. that was all you could say as he hoisted your legs onto his shoulders and began jackhammering into your pussy, jolting your frame under him.

"i want my.. fuckin' older sister to cum. she deserves a reward for workin' so hard." he grunts, his fingers pressing tight circles onto your clit, resulting in you arching your back and your eyes rolling back. "fuck- my sister is so hot-" he grits, picking up more and more speed before the two of you crash into your orgasms like a freight train.

he stills in you, his chest rising and lowering quickly, a bead of sweat rolling down his jaw. your baby brother was a man now. you couldn't believe it. from such a shy and sweet boy to a menace to society, one that everyone wanted to fuck.

"you don't have any plans to do tomorrow right? because your baby brother isn't done spoiling his pretty older sister."

hyunjin. your perfect step-son.

nobody could put into words how perfect your step-son was.

he was the total package for when it comes to children goals you could say.

he was obedient, intelligent, charismatic and most notably handsome.

you remember the first time you met him.

he was 17? maybe?

despite being nearly an adult, you saw the way his doe eyes lit up and excitedly began to follow you around, asking questions about yourself and praising you like some golden retriever.

what else could he say? he adored you! you were the mother he never had.

in his eyes, you were the mother everyone wanted.

smart, caring and beautiful in his eyes.

he always wanted to be around you, often helping you with chores or his favorite activity, giving you a massage because you're such a hard worker!

however, if there is one thing hyunjin hates about you, it's your ability to easily forgive and forget.

you always crawled back to his asshole of a dad, no matter if he called you the worst names anyone could think of or even physically hurt you.

he will never forget the look in your eyes when you saw his father with another woman.

his father doesn't deserve you.

his father doesn't deserve a woman who moved away from her family to join another, a woman who practically worships the ground her husband walks on, sacrificing her privacy for an annoying child as well, only to reserve jackshit in the end.

no, you deserve a man.

a man like hyunjin.

so, when he comes across you crying over his father again, he chooses to show you what you actually deserve.

"there you go mommy.. big stretch.." he whispers, his hands gripping the back of your knees as he puts you into a tight mating press, slowly pressing his thick tip against the opening of the most sacred part of you (aside from your heart, of course.)

"hyunjin.. stop, i'm your mom-ha," you cry, the veins of his cock rubbing against your gummy walls in the most delicious way. just a second ago was he comforting you after your husband cheated on you for the nth time, and now your step-son, your baby boy, has you basically bent in half at his will, kissing the side of your neck as he works his cock slowly into you.

"don't worry about it, mommy. your son will take care of you the way h-he is supposed to." and at that, you jolt as his cock becomes flush with your cervix, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as his thumb finds your clit.

"such a pretty mommy.." he coos, his mouth hungrily lapping and sucking at your nipple like a baby. your face blushes impossibly harder when he moans after a few drops of milk leak out of your buds. "are you pregnant, mommy? did dad actually do his part of being a man and knock you up real good?" he casually says, looking up at you with jealous eyes, pinching your other nipple harshly.

"n-no-fuck, 'm not pregnant!" you cry when he delivers a particularly angled thrust, his cock brushing against that spot (that your husband can never seem to find). "w-we've talked about it before and tried b-but," "he can't because he's not a real man." he interrupts.

"don't worry though, mommy. you have a real man in front of you right now. i-i'll make s-sure to knock you up r-real good-fuck mommy." he chokes out, his thrusts loosing rhythm as he hysterically moves in and out of your soaking pussy.

he pinches your clit, causing a mind breaking orgasm to wash over you, your vision turning white as you clench painfully around his cock to the point he struggles to continue moving inside of you before he curses and cusses and finally empties his fertile seed in you.

"your son will make you an actual mommy, mommy."

#stray kids #stray kids smut #skz smut

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calxide · 1 year

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⸻ FALLEN 🔍

shikanoin heizou x gn!reader | 2k+ words ; no pronouns used for reader. fluff. mini angst (if u squint) near-end but it'll be back to fluff. reader is bitchless and bitter in life. a lot of swearing. heizou kinda a bitch but we love him. mentions of 4nemo, dckz and liyue. mentions of reader's insecurities. ayamiya cameo (i just love my girls).

NOTICE UST PASKUHAN (desc from wikipedia): The Paskuhan is the culmination of the university-wide Christmas activities of the University of Santo Tomas in Manila, Philippines. | SONG USED: Fallen by Lola Amour

WHO WANTS TO BE MY PASKUHAN DATE?

Damn. Why does everyone else have a date, even your friends, except you? The Gods of Celestia truly have their favorites — they're not even trying to hide it.

In every corner you go, you see a couple holding hands, sitting on the other's lap, flirting, cuddling, some even kissing. It was such a gross and horrifying sight to see. You just wanted to go home, tuck yourself in your bed, and watch some Netflix all alone.

Who knew the single-bitchless life could be this boring? All your friends have left you to hang out with their partners, leaving you alone on the crowdy campus of Teyvat National.

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You sighed. Archons forbid you from sitting on the grass because you swear there's no place here where there's no couple grossly being romantic to each other.

So, now you're here sitting on the bench, all alone, with an ice cream melting in your hand. How did you end up here? You're bitchless.

Without a thought, you started licking your ice cream like a lone dog waiting for its owner to come back. Can anyone blame you for being such an antiromantic? Just looking at your surroundings is enough to gross you out. Maybe it's the effect of being single and bitter in life.

"Didn't know I'd ever see the day the over-friendly Y/N would be seen eating ice cream alone!" You heard a familiar voice cackling like a devil as he teased you for being alone.

"Shut it, you spawn of satan," you rolled your eyes at him, eating your ice cream nonchalantly.

It wasn't new to be teased by the campus fuckboy (campus crush — he's secretly a sweetheart) for being alone. I mean, you're not gonna lie — he's got that charisma, looks, money, and talent (you gagged at the thought of praising him for having skills). While you? You feel like a piece of shit. A doormat and a complete waste of time.

But, of course, your friends would say otherwise even though they've left you hanging in the air alone. And you love them for that (even though they make you feel so single every single time).

"Dear archons! Heizou, what the hell?!"

Before you knew it, Heizou had already licked a portion of your ice cream.

"Careful, L/N. Your guard should be up any time," Heizou smirked at you, wiping the ice cream that went to his face.

You looked at him as he licked his lips. He looks so damn fine. His lips look so plump and shiny you just want to kiss him — of course, you won't say this to his face, or it will inflate his ego more.

"You're staring way too much," Heizou leaned closer, your eyes meeting.

His eyes are so pretty...

"Are you sure you're not in love with me? Hm?" He teased, closing the gap even more.

His lips...

"Say, do you want to be my Paskuhan date?"

His overall facial features are just so... Wait. What?

You quickly stood up, looking all flustered. "I— I have to go."

Heizou looked at you with a puzzled look on his face as he watched you grab your stuff in a hurry. He was a bit worried if he had scared you or made you uncomfortable.

"And here I thought I was finally getting a date," Heizou sighed at the thought of missing out on having a new taste of Paskuhan.

Holy shit. You are so doomed to face eternal damnation if you ever take a good look at that damned Shikanoin detective Conan wannabe again. Of all the people who you'll like, why him? Why the campus crush — the one that is out of your league?

You swear to every archon that is listening right now (if there's one) to command the universe to stop playing with your feelings. Or maybe they're enjoying the show, laughing at you while eating their popcorn on cloud nine.

Seeing as how the mass of people is piling up, you squeezed your way through the front of the stage. The idols performing today are the only reasons why you decided to stay despite feeling grossed out the entire day. You can't miss this out now, or you'll end up going home downright heartbroken.

Archons forbid you to shout at the top of your lungs, or you'll end up losing your voice. But really, who can resist the charm of 4NEMO's lead guitarist, Xiao? Thank all archons and Gods of Celestia because this university invited a big-time boy group like 4NEMO!

Teyvat National even got LIYUE — Liyue's biggest girl group — and DCKZ to perform! Oh, what a sight. With this whole concert concept Paskuhan offered, you managed to take your mind off being bitchless and Heizou's existence.

"And, for our last performer — we have our monster rookie in the industry, who also comes from our beloved University," the host announced, inciting the screams of many.

"We are honored to have him perform his debut song today... Shikanoin Heizou!"

Roars filled the entire campus, chants of Heizou's name could be heard, and lights were flashed. The crowd was a sight to see for Heizou, but he was looking for one and only person.

"HEIZOU?!" You screamed at the top of your lungs. Contrary to those of others, yours weren't a call of affectionate lovey lovey lovey dovey dovey dovey — it was more of an expression of shock.

HE'S AN IDOL NOW?!

Were you that outdated of the lives of those in your surrounding that you didn't know your classmate debuted? You do not know whether to be proud or envious that he achieved one of his dreams once more. You know that despite his outer persona, he's a very hardworking person on the inside.

Because of your scream, Heizou managed to pinpoint you from the crowd. Your eyes locked with his, his smile growing as the music started.

Everybody started grooving to the music.

"What if I told you that I've fallen?"

The whole crowd's partying spirit got liven up despite being tired from standing for three hours straight for the entire event. But you didn't complain, the song does hit like a truck, and it's definitely a fetch.

His eyes never left yours during his entire performance — it, undoubtedly, gave you butterflies and a racing heartbeat (though you claimed it was because of the coffee you drank early this morning).

"I shouldn't tell you that I've fallen."

With that one last line from his song, the curtains closed.

"And that was our final act for tonight and this year's Paskuhan. We hope that everyone enjoyed this event. See you all next year!" The emcee announced, and the number of people in the crowd started reducing.

The song never left your mind, even after minutes that passed after his performance. It was like a broken record — playing in an endless loop, swirling in your head.

Today was supposed to be your night, given that you've seen the idols you oh-so-loved and adored. But, after Heizou's song? You sure do not know what to feel and think, given that his gaze never left you earlier — as if he was conveying something.

"Y/N! Were you up in the very front?! You're so lucky!" You heard Yoimiya say as she shook your shoulders.

"Yeah," you respond, showing your gallery to them.

"Oh my. You're so up close to the stage. I told Yoimiya we should've gone sooner," Ayaka said regrettably.

Yoimiya chuckled, "Oh, well, at least we enjoyed our date!"

Your eyes narrowed. "Ah, yes, serves you two right since you left me to go with your date. Hmph."

"Hey! Last time you went with us, you were complaining about how you're being a third wheel for the nth time," Yoimiya explained, though you know they just wanted to spend time together alone.

Yoimiya nudged you, "Anyway, you going home yet?"

"Well, I don't think there's more to do here, so—"

"You're forgetting something, Y/N," you heard Heizou's voice from behind.

Ah, yes, I'm trying to forget about you, you damn Shikanoin Heizou.

You cleared your throat and faced your friends, "Yoimiya, Ayaka, you guys can go first."

"Oh, okay! Heizou, you slayed earlier. Okay, bye!"

"Yoimiya has always been a jolly one," Heizou commented. "But you know what brings a smile to my face?"

You crossed your arms and faced this dipshit, "What is it now?"

"You."

"What?"

Heizou laughed, "Look at you! Getting all flustered. Was that the feeling you felt while listening to my performance?"

"Fuck you, Heizou, and you wanting to play with my stupid emotions tendencies."

"Huh?" Heizou was stunned by your response.

Heizou wondered, did he do anything wrong to piss you off? Did he mess up something? Did you hate his song? He didn't know, and he was scared to know the reason. Given your reaction, you looked like you were about to erupt like a volcano — all those emotions and words that were stuck in your throat for a long time are about to burst out of your mouth.

"I like you. And I hate myself for feeling that way," you started, your voice breaking and tears threatening to fall down any moment now. "Your flirtatious habit annoys me to the core because when I'm so close to moving on from this ridiculous emotion, you keep squishing your way to my heart."

"Please stop toying with my heart already, Heizou," you continued.

The lump in your throat finally disappeared when you let those piled-up words out of your mouth. Unbeknownst to you, your tears had also fallen already — putting you in a very vulnerable state in Heizou's eyes.

"I," Heizou found it hard to relay the words he wanted to tell you. He didn't know how to properly explain his feelings toward you without sounding insincere.

"If you're going to apologize, don't," you said, rubbing your swollen eyes.

You know all too well that it's not his fault you're feeling this way. You could've stopped your feelings back when it has started developing, but you chose to ignore them. Now, you're being hypocritical because you're reflecting your anger on him.

"No. I'm sorry," Heizou wiped your tears and pulled you in for a tight embrace. "I should've been more clear to you when showing my real feelings."

"Now, what the fuck do you mean by that, you loser?" You said, burying your head on his chest (although you're hitting him really hard on his chest right now).

"I asked you to be my date earlier this afternoon. But I assume that pissed you off," Heizou explained, sighing deeply.

"You asked me to be your date?" You were confused. Did he actually ask you earlier, or is he just fooling around again? Oh, maybe it was that time you were too fancied by his beauty that your mind completely blanked out and malfunctioned.

Heizou's eyebrows met each other, "What? You didn't hear me earlier, did you?"

Hearing no response from you, Heizou sighed in disappointment. "Guess I'd have to chase after you for a year again. I'll have to wait for next year to ask you out to be my Paskuhan date, huh?"

You broke the hug with Heizou and looked at him with one eyebrow raised, "Why wait for next year's Paskuhan when the night's still not over yet?"

Heizou looked at you with widened eyes. Did you just accept his date proposal? It felt surreal to him. He chased after you for years now, and he can't believe he managed to ask you out (albeit failing on the first try).

"A-Are you agreeing to be my date for today?" Heizou's face was as red as a tomato, and it was evident that he was flustered.

"Tonight. Take me somewhere before I change my mind."

Heizou's face lit up at your words. "Where do you want to go?"

"I'm okay being by your side for as long as I can hide," you stated the lyrics from the song, which made him chuckle.

"So, you did listen to my performance," Heizou said, taking your hand.

You intertwined your fingers with him, "Of course, I'm proud of my dearest friend for achieving one of his dreams."

Heizou chuckled, "I'm glad I told you that I've fallen."

NOTE AKO'Y NAGBABALIK (i'm back) i was gone for a month, now i'm back from hellhole which is school. i have something in mind for mixed signals but i'd rather think about it carefully for now before actually executing my plan sahfauhfaud. anyway, i hope you enjoyed my little silly brainrot of heizou. ust paskuhan made me feel so bitchless, i just had to write this down and share my pain with everyone else. MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE! enjoy your holidays~

#guygyssz i swear i'm still alive #genshin x reader #heizou x reader #heizou x y/n #heizou x gn reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin x you #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #heizou x you #heizou fluff #heizou x gender neutral reader #shikanoin heizou x reader #shikanoin heizou x you #loveu all uwu #✍ー rein writes

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libraryofloveletters · 4 months

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Messy

Aaron Ramsdale x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cheesy aprons, Aaron is more interested in eating the cookies than helping, some bad frosting, the two of you are sweeter than the cookies.

Word Count: 661

Author's Note: okay this is my first time writing aaron, I don't know if anyone will even read it but here you go anyways lmao

Aaron can’t help himself when he comes home from training and finds you baking Christmas cookies.

A year tradition; Christmas cookies lined the counters of your kitchen and dining room table.

You always baked cookies for your coworkers, to take to your nieces and nephews and for Aaron to hand out at work. Somehow you always ended up with nearly 400 cookies by the end of the week, slowly parceling them off and sending them to who they needed to go to.

Aaron wasn't shocked to find the house smelling like a bakery when he returned from training, in fact he sort of expected it. You had dragged him to the store over the weekend to get everything you'd need; flour, butter, eggs, sugar, chocolate, icing sugar, milk etc.

Your red apron tied around you, it was the one he had made for you. The Arsenal logo poorly painted onto the front with Mrs. Ramsdale on the top left of it.

He quietly walks over to you, his arms snaking around your waist as your back is turned to him.

"Aaron!" You jumped, smacking his arm lightly. "You scared me!"

Your husband laughs, his chin on your shoulder. "Sorry love," he's quick to kiss your cheek, making up for it. "How's the cookie making going?"

"Slow but it's going." You tell him, swatting his hands away from the hot tray you had on the counter. Aaron pouts a bit but he mumbles an okay when you push his hand away.

"Can I help?" He asks, watching as you frost the cookies carefully. He was always in awe of your skills; every colour mixed to the extra shade you wanted, the lines perfectly straight and you free handed the figures you put on the cookies.

You nod, stopping your frosting momentarily to dig out a apron for Aaron seeing that he was still in his training kit; kiss the cook - some cheesy apron he had picked up after he bought a bbq last summer.

He shrugs off his sweater, putting the apron on and letting you help him tie it. "You have to promise not to eat the cookies." Your finger pointed at the man.

His index finger makes an X over his heart, "I swear to god, I won't eat them."

You nod, satisfied with his commitment to the cookies when you start telling him about the different kinds; peppermint chocolate, gingerbread and sugar cookies.

"You can do these," you set a plate with 4 snowflake shaped gingerbread cookies in front of him. "Just make the lines and do the little edges like this," you show him one of the cookies you had frosted already; the lines making up the lines of a snowflake.

"Okay, easy enough." He nods to himself, carefully holding the piping bag you handed him.

Aaron is careful, his hands steady as he does the first line. He looks up as your cookie and back at his, pleased with himself before he starts on the other line. It takes him a few minutes of pure focus to finish the cookie but he seems to have gone wrong along the way.

the lines are all crooked and a bit blurred together, perhaps he put too much pressure and they merged.

He decided to take the easy route out, picking up the cookie and taking a big bite out of it, the frosting on his nose. You heard the noise and turned towards your husband to see what he's done.

"What happened to not eating the cookies?" You asked him, hands on your hips.

"I didn't."

"The crumbs on your face and the frosting on your nose say otherwise," you reach up to wipe his nose off with your thumb. Aaron smiles, shrugging. "It looked wonky, baby. It didn't look like yours but it tastes fantastic."

"That's because I have years of practice," you tell him, reaching up to take a bite of his cookie. "But it does taste good," you mumble, mouth full of cookies.

Aaron laughs, pulling you to him for a kiss.

#holiday extravaganza blurbs 23 #aaron ramsdale #aaron ramsdale x reader #aaron ramsdale x you #aaron ramsdale x y/n #football #football x reader #football x you #football x y/n #football imagine #football blurb

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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Insatiable

TW: oral sex. Smut. Language.

SUMMARY: After learning nobody has ever offered you oral pleasure, Rafe sets out to rectify the situation…

WORD COUNT: 2400

*Requested*

Insatiable

His touch seemed to be able to seer into your skin, branding itself as a signature all his own that left all before his thorough treks nothing but whispers on the wind. This was because Rafe Cameron was thorough and savored in each and every one of his indulgences. And you knew this better than anyone, despite the fact he had yet to make you his in the most intimate of ways.

But tonight, that was the intention for you both after months of growing tensions and becoming knowledgeable of the favored touches of one another. So after a rather romantic dinner full of compliments and coquettish glances showcasing a silent conversation of wants and needs from over food far too expensive for the portions given, Rafe and you found the need to appease a different satiation first and foremost across both of your minds.

The second your feet came to the pavement of Tannyhill, he had you within his arms, running strides of his fingers for what he had otherwise kept reserved from the duration of the night. And it showed in just how desperate his kisses and traces had become in the short distance from the car to the front door, seemingly in torment that only your body could quell.

Your back became pressed into the outside of the door as he fumbled for his keys, his fingers far too excitable to focus on anything but satisfying both of your urges.

“Fuck it, I need you-” He grunted, pulling at your hip until he was able to pull it around his own waist, giving him access to the exposure of your panties-or what would have been, if you were wearing any.

“Are you TRYING to kill me?” He asked against your lips, a thorough French kiss validating how this had appeased him until he withdrew with a mischievous breathlessness while guiding his fingers teasingly against your folds.

“You’ve been ready for me all day, pretty girl?” You nodded, your mouth otherwise set slack from the long strides made of his finger. The sporadic sensation of his ringed finger coming to your clit had forced you to shudder, all feeding into his ego of how he could affect you.

“Rafe…”

“I love how you say my name…But there’s something different about when you moan it…” His lips now carried to your ear.

“But I intend to make you scream it until you’re hoarse, sweetheart…” Your eyes pulled into a roll at the thought as he had nearly proven this before with his fingers alone. But as easily as you were consumed by him, reality came to remind you of your lack of seclusion.

“Rafe, everyone’s home?” You questioned once finding Ward’s car in the driveway followed by Rose’s abreast,synonymous to how they were always found, side-by-side. He released a groan at the thought before looking at his watch.

“They won’t be for long…” Your expression arranged in confusion as he kissed your neck as he spoke.

“I had it planned where they’d be gone by the time we finished dinner, but I couldn’t wait another second to touch you. Not without risking being arrested for public indecency for all the things I wanted to do to you…” He shook his head as his hands moved at your hips, pulling teasingly at the fabric hugging your curves to perfection.

“And this fucking dress,” He groaned, “And NOW knowing you weren’t weren’t anything underneath…Just for me…” He snickered.

“I swear to God, I’m gonna make you feel so good sweetheart-”

The sound of your name suddenly brought your hands to Rafe’s chest as Ward and Rose made their way out of the side exit, Sarah and Wheezie in tow.

“You two are back early…” Ward acknowledged before Rose nudged him, this having made his lips craft a grin of realization before they gave polite farewells and left you alone, Rafe managing to unlock the door during this interaction. He wouldn’t even wait for them to leave before you were in his arms once again, lifting you effortlessly over the threshold and back down before guiding you towards the steps.

“Shit, I don’t know if I can wait, sweetheart…I’m so desperate for you…” You nodded, a wince leaving your lips as he looked back to the direction of the door before smirking and refocusing on you.

“If I didn’t intend on keeping you up all night, I’d make you mine on these goddamn stairs,but I don’t want to traumatize Wheezie.” You blushed and chuckled at the thought before you were lifted around him.

“Fuck…” He breathed, taking you against him, your fingers running lines through his hair before tugging ever so slightly to cause the sweetest of groans to leave his throat. This was all it would take to tear down his final defenses, his focus tearing you both over the stairs and to his bedroom that seemed too far away. But just before entering, he set you flat on your feet, kissing you with palms soft to your cheeks but tongues vigorous to capture your taste, before suddenly withdrawing.

“Are you sure about this, baby?” Your eyes scanned his with worry. Neither of you possessed that innocence that would make this exchange nerve wracking and awkward. And yet, everything with him had felt like the first time.

“I’m sure…” His smile was interrupted by the line of his tongue breaking it apart, his eyes indicating the lecherous thoughts behind such light irises darkened by this lust.

“You better be…Because I’m not stopping until you’re fucking shaking-”

“Rafe…” You breathed as he took your waist against him, finding your zipper and removing it in record time, but in no rush to actually undress you. Instead, he allowed his fingers the chance to trace beneath its fabric, feeling how you had been completely bare, and in wait, for him.

“Jesus Christ!” He grunted as your fingers climbed to the buttons of his dress shirt, your own need for his skin having removed his shirt in seconds and revealing his toned physique to you. Although this wasn’t the first time you’d seen his bare torso, it was the first time it had been done with the knowledge of his body being a vessel on reservation for you. And it would only take the soft claw of your nails to crack his self discipline as you were disrobed and taken to the bed before you could take a single inhale.

French kisses and intertwined limbs built you both to mutual breathlessness until his touch needed more; lifting to your breasts, attentive to either and retracting once your nipples were at attention and dampened from this attention. And with eyes locked, he lowered with further kisses, inching closer and closer to your sex as your body began to tremble as if you’d never been touched in any capacity.

“Baby, you’re shaking-” He noticed the way you blushed, eyes flashing in any direction but at him as he paused.

“Do you not like it when someone goes down on you?”

“I um…I don’t know…” He chuckled.

“How do you NOT know, you must have an opinion on-” Suddenly, the realization spread through to his expression.

“Nobody’s ever done it to you, have they?” Your head shook to validate his theory as he scoffed.

“You’re fucking with me, right?”

“N-no…Nobody ever wanted to…” You became terribly timid, feeling even smaller than you already were beneath him, amused intimidation hovering over you.

“How the hell can anyone not want to?I have to keep myself from eating you out every second of the day!” He moved back to your mouth after a deepened kiss left you winded, and he returned between your legs.

“When your kisses are already so sweet, imagine-” He bit his bottom lip.

“Shit…” His lips returned to your skin, passing the perimeter of your hips and continuing lower still until he’d hovered above your clit, his breath teasing what pressure was imminent.

“Stop me if you don’t like it, okay?” He prepared himself on a kneel at the edge of the bed, careful to pull each of your legs over his shoulders and wrapping his arms over your thighs to keep you in place. With eyes trained to yours, he pressed a taunting kiss over your lower lips before his tongue then made a single stride.

“Fuck-” You rasped as his thumbs came into a pull ofyour clitoral hood, exposing your most intimate of nerves to him.

“Rafe!” He suddenly retracted, unsure if your gasp was done so in pain. For this, his eyes lifted in analysis before you glared at him.

“Please don’t stop…” A wicked grin glossed with your slick drove him manic as he pulled you closer to the edge, holding you harder against the mattress, with a tongue starved for a moment he knew was reserved solely for him.

Just as you had felt some sense of a high to this, he had found one within knowing nobody else had ever tasted you. And he intended to be thorough, as always. There wasn’t a section of your pussy he hadn’t luxuriated within, salvia and slick mixed in perfect synchronicity despite the bucks of your hips rising to react against him.

“I want you to come, sweetheart…” He wished aloud, returning to his actions but slowing them so you could formulate a response. When he found you too reserved to answer, he continued, “Think you can do that for me?” Again with only your silence, he carried his dominant hand between your folds.

“Please baby, I want to make you feel good for me…I need you wet-”

“I’m soaked!” He chuckled to your whines as he nodded.

“And I need you even more than you are now-because I don’t want to hurt you…But keep moaning like you are and see what happens,” He teased with a scoff as he returned once again.

“Come on my face, baby…I want to take care of you…” He was barbaric with each suck made against your clit, each stride made of his fingers curling in the successful search of that inner button of pleasure, and the methods that drove your back into an arch. And you basked in every single second of it. He was crafting an orgasm solely for his witness, his well deserved applause that would come in the form of your trembling thighs coming to a clench at his cheeks and the symphony of his name at a chant from your attempts to breathe steadily beneath this release.

“Let go for me, baby…You’re doing so good for me-good girl…” He growled, quickening still against you as he kept you pinned with his forearm that was forced to tense by your reactions.

“Oh God! Rafe!” He smirked into you, deepening your arousal that much further to know he found his own sense of relishment in your pleasure. But to keep from breaking his stride and your pleasure, he’d only nod into you with approval, moaning and sending vibrations to your core that brought you to and over that precipice of satisfaction.

“You taste so fucking good and I love knowing nobody else but ME knows it.” He paused for a second as if to think over his words, before drawing two fingers between your folds until his digits dripped with you.

“Nobody but US knows it…” He corrected, drawing his touch to your lips as you were too overtaken with lust to care of your previous reservations. Grace and demurity damned as you wanted an encore-you needed more.

“See how sweet you are, baby?” You nodded as he lowered to you, hand dominantly in a clasp at your jaw, before he pushed a French kiss while your hands moved to his cock, heavy with need and large with intimidation as he groaned to the strokes made of his shaft.

“Baby-”

“I want to do the same to you, Rafe…”

“Not this time-”

“You don’t want me to?”

“I won’t last..not with you looking up at me with those eyes like you do…” He scoffed.

“And I can’t wait another second-Need to be inside of you-” He exchanged your hand for his own to align you together, a final tease of his cock exploring your folds pulling a whimper and a plea from your lips that acted as his instigation, a slow insertion set to begin.

“FUCK!” You belted, an echo of this released to your lips as he’d kissed you through the stretch made within you.

“Rafe…”

“Please don’t tell me to stop baby…I don’t think I can….Please don’t…” He whimpered as you chuckled.

“Faster…Please! I want it faster!” He obliged, growling beneath a clenched jaw before tearing into your hips, taking you as harshly against him as possible at a speed considered ungodly, sporadic kisses interrupting your already labored breathing.

“You feel too fucking good-” He whined as you nodded, “Taking me so well baby…”

“Harder! Please!”

“Shit-”He groaned, basking at how truly insatiable you were for him, equivalent if not rivaling how much he had been for you. But he wouldn’t acquiesce directly. Instead, he’d position one leg to your chest, allowing himself even deeper as he reclaimed his pace at this new angle.

“Rafe!”

“Nobody can hear you baby, scream as loud as you want for me…Tell me how good it feels-how good I feel-”

“SO fucking good, baby!” He grimaced almost maniacally before pleasure contorted his own expressions, countless thrusts bringing him to his own precipice.

“I can feel it! I can feel it again!” He smiled, driving his thumb back to your clit as your hand wrapped immediately around his wrist for some form of control that you'd relinquished before your attempt had even truly begun.

“Come around my cock baby…Be a good girl and show me how good I make you feel-”

“RAFE!”

“I’m so fucking close to filling you up, baby! Keep going-” He groaned, “Don’t fucking stop-drown that cock, sweetheart…come on…good girl,” His words heightened in tone, becoming more desperate to the climb of his release before the final audible soundwould be thatofyour name spoken in a plea.

Once your tremors had subsided and you’d reclaimed some sense of reality from your transcended high, Rafe returned you to him with a tender kiss. Yet the second he pulled from you, eyes dilated with lust, eagerness remained behind his grin.

“Rafe?”

“Gotta clean up our mess, baby…Fuck, you REALLY made a mess didn’t you?” You blushed as he lowered between your thighs.

“Besides,I have to atone for the idiots before me…At least there won’t be any to let you down now after me…” Your eyes found him as he made quick work of stimulating your sensitive clit.

“There is no ‘after’, me-just me.” You nodded, validating his words as he was everything you’d ever need, always bringing you to new horizons of pleasure and vivacious fulfillment.

“Just you, Rafe…”

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