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girlgenius1111 · 1 month
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You Come Back With Gravity
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alexia and r have an argument. r misunderstands, and when alexia leaves to calm down, she thinks she's going for good. angst + fluff :)
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Alexia was big on communication, and she didn't like to fight. Neither did you, although your track record in past relationships may argue otherwise. That was more on your former partners, though, than it was on you. Not fighting was new for you. Alexia never yelled, and she insisted that the two of you talk about any issues that were going on calmly, and like adults. A voice had never been raised between the two of you, arguments never escalating to full blown shouting matches, mostly because of Alexia's insistence that they didn't.
Something about this argument, though, felt different. Alexia had proposed a few weeks ago, and, after having a bit too much to drink, you'd brought up something that had been nagging at the back of your mind for a while. Alexia had brushed it aside that night, and again and again since, until you practically forced her to talk about it. Normally, when you presented Alexia with an issue you had, she was quick to try to fix it. Your teammates often joked about the complete 180 Alexia did when she was around you, melting and agreeing to anything you asked of her. You were the same way for her, but it was more surprising that their normally very willful captain so easily did as you said.
If Alexia wouldn't budge on an issue, she normally had a reason, and you didn't require her to explain herself to you. This was different, though. You needed an explanation, before your mind continued to take off in the worst directions.
"Alexia, do you not see that this is important to me?"
"I do, amor, but there is no room for discussion. We are not going public with our relationship. It has stayed low key for this long, and I intend to keep it that way." Alexia was quickly losing her patience with you, and you could tell. Still, you persisted. 
'You won't even give me a reason, Ale! Is this what our relationship is going to be like for the rest of our lives? You make a decision that affects both of us, and I just have to live with it?" Your voice was slightly raised and you could tell Alexia was upset. You were pacing around the room, and she was sitting, completely still, on the couch. Alexia was never still. A part of her was always moving.
"I am not changing my mind on this, mi amor." Alexia told you calmly, although her jaw clenched tight when she finished speaking.
"Okay, well that's it. You don't care what I think. Whatever you say goes, is that it?" You were using anger to hide how terrified you were. There was really only one reason that you could think of to explain Alexia's complete refusal to be transparent about your relationship.
"You know that it is not."
"This is absurd, Ale, we can't even have a conversation without you-"
"¡Basta! Stop yelling, I do not want to talk anymore about this," Alexia shouted finally, rising to her feet.
"I am yelling because you are not listening to me,"
"You are not listening to me. No more of this, we can discuss it when we are both calmer."
"I don't want to push this aside again, I would like to resolve it now." You tried to calm yourself down slightly despite your words, drawing in a few deep breaths as you waited for your fiancée to respond.
"It is resolved. There is no discussion to be had. There is no other option; we are not going public. No."
You let out a humorless laugh, and Alexia's eyebrows shot up. She did not like to be laughed at.
"You aren't being fair, Alexia. I deserve an explanation for why you are so very ashamed of me, to the point you don't want anyone to know we are together."
Alexia rolled her eyes, not taking your statement seriously. She thought you were just being dramatic, there was no way you really believed that. You did believe it, though and Alexia's complete dismissal in the face of your admitted vulnerability made you furious.
"Jesus, Alexia. Fine. You get your way. As usual. Captain Alexia always gets what she wants." You yelled, throwing yourself down on the couch dramatically and burying your head in your hands. You didn't want to cry while you were fighting with her, and you swallowed the lump in your throat. You knew you weren't being fair, or particularly nice but Alexia had hurt your feelings and she didn't even seem to understand why.
It was dead silent for a full minute before Alexia let out a long, drawn out exhale, and spoke.
"You are being mean. I am going to go to Alba's."
Her words were stiff, clearly communicating how upset she was with you, and you whipped your head up to look at her, watching as she headed towards the door, grabbing her keys. She put her airpods in, but you didn't see her do so.
"Ale? Are you coming back?" You called, voice full of insecurity.
Alexia couldn't hear you, not with her music playing as loud as it was, and she walked out the door without acknowledging that you'd spoken.
You were frozen. This was what you always did; take a small fight and push it so far that the other person finally saw that you weren't worth the trouble. It hadn't happened with Alexia yet because you'd never fought with her. It wasn't enough that she didn't want anyone to know the two of you were together, you had to push her until she didn't want to be with you, period.
You were an over-thinker to your core, and you were convinced, absolutely, that you had just destroyed the most important relationship that you'd ever had. It was hard to breathe, hard to think, the suffocating weight of thinking that the woman you loved was not coming back taking over.
You weren't sure why you were surprised. People left, people always left. Why would this be any different? Alexia was the best person you'd ever known, and she deserved far better than what you could give her, even when you were at your best. Of course Alexia didn't want anyone to know that she was with you. Of course she didn't want you. You had only yourself to blame.
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While you sat alone in your apartment, spiraling, Alexia was driving not to her sisters, but to the beach. She needed some peace and quiet to think, which she surely would not find at Alba's.
She just needed to cool down. You were upset, she was upset, and continuing on like you had been would only lead you both to say things you didn't mean. She'd take an hour, calm down, and head home. Alexia had no idea that you had asked her a question before she'd left, had no idea that you were sitting at home, convinced she was done with you.
The longer she was gone, though, the more guilty she felt. She remembered the look on your face when you'd spoken:
"I deserve an explanation for why you are so very ashamed of me, to the point you don't want anyone to know we are together."
She thought you were just trying to make a point at the time, but as she got space from the fight, and from her own anger, she felt less sure about that judgment. You'd looked distraught when you said it. It would explain why you were so very upset with her reluctance to go public, why you were so very upset with her.
Alexia had watched many relationships fall apart once they hit the public eye; some of her own, and some of them, her friend's. She didn't want that. As long as you two kept this to yourselves, allowing your loved ones and teammates to know and no one else, the media couldn't destroy it. That was Alexia's biggest fear; losing you, and having no control over it.
Of course, you were sat at home, practically catatonic, at the thought that you had lost Alexia.
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Alexia didn't even make it an hour like she planned. She was parking in the driveway 44 minutes after she'd left, flowers next to her in the front seat, as she tried to figure out if she'd given you enough space to think. She determined that she had, mostly because she couldn't stand leaving things like this any longer, and she fixed her hair in the mirror, tucking the shorter pieces behind her ears in the way she knew you liked, before grabbing the flowers.
When she had left, it was still light out. It was dark, now, and Alexia was surprised when she opened the door and there was not a light on in the house. She panicked slightly, wondering if you'd left, before spotting your silhouette on the couch. Exactly where you'd been when she left. It looked like you hadn't moved, even an inch. The blonde slipped her shoes off, walking cautiously closer to you, flipping on the light.
You didn't make a move, giving her no indication that you knew she was there with you. Alexia could tell you were trembling, and every breath you drew in came with a small, pained whimper. Alexia was more than concerned, now. She dropped the flowers on the table, before crouching down in front of you.
"Mi amor?" She said softly, weary to touch you, not wanting to startle you.
"Hey, amor?" She spoke slightly louder this time. Still, you didn't even twitch. Tentatively, she reached her hand out, letting her hand wrap around your wrist. She was going to try to pull your hand away from your face, but you beat her to it, jumping a foot in the air at her touch, and scrambling backwards.
"It is me, amor, it is just me," Alexia reassured, throwing her hands up in the air, and not moving any closer.
"Ale?" You gasped, as if you couldn't believe that she was here in front of you. You were half convinced you were hallucinating. It felt like 2 minutes had passed, but also like it had been hours since she left.
"It is just me," Alexia repeated, taking a seat on the very edge of the couch. You were still shaking, and Alexia longed to bring you into her arms.
"What are you doing here?" You asked.
"What do you mean?"
"You came back. Why?"
"Why... why would I not come back? This is our home. Ours. Did you not want me here?" Alexia asked insecurely, entirely confused at your reaction. Your eyes were watery, and you bit your lip, shaking your head at her.
"No, I want you here, I... I asked if you were coming back. And you left without answering."
"Qué?" Alexia asked, looking genuinely confused. Alexia couldn't lie to you, and if she'd ignored something you'd said, she'd admit to it.
"Before you walked out the door, I asked if you were coming back." You explained further, although you were already relaxing slightly. Ale was here, she came back.
A look of realization dawned over your girlfriend's face. "I had my headphones in, amor, I did not hear you."
Now that Alexia could see where your mind had started to go, it wasn't hard to piece the rest of it together. It made sense, suddenly, why you were so upset. You'd thought Alexia had left you.
It was only seconds after that revelation that Alexia was reaching across the couch and pulling you into her arms; one wrapped tightly around your back, the other hand lacing through your hair and pushing your face into her neck. You clung tightly to her, melting into her touch.
"I would never leave you. Not today, not tomorrow. Not ever. I wanted to calm down, so we could have a conversation. I should have thought that through, bebé, I am so sorry."
You shook your head against her. "I shouldn't have overreacted, it was just that you were so upset, and we never fight. You're so good, Ale, it's like I'm always waiting for the other shoe to drop, always waiting for you to realize that you can do better. I thought you had, I thought that's why you didn't want anyone to know about us."
Alexia shut her eyes tightly. You'd meant what you'd said earlier, then, and she'd completely dismissed it. She guided you away from her, just a bit, cradling your face in her hands. She brushed your hair back out of your face, pursing her lips as she tried to figure out what to say.
"It was not an overreaction. You thought I ignored you, you thought I was leaving. I know how nervous these things make you, mi amor, I should have been clearer."
"Amor, do you think that I want to keep our relationship private because I am ashamed of you?" When Alexia said the words, it felt ridiculous. You knew it was irrational to feel the way you felt, but at the same time… your fear was all encompassing. You tried to lean away from her, preserve some of your dignity even as more tears slid down your face, but Alexia wouldn't let you. "Hey, no. Tell me, por favor.” 
“You’re you Ale. And I’m just me. I would understand if you didn’t want people to know you were with me, you should be with someone better, prettier,-” 
“Stop.” Alexia said, shaking her head frantically. She looked physically pained at your words. “Stop. You are not allowed to talk about yourself like that. You are mí niña, mí niña perfecta. I am proud that you are mine, everyday. You are the best, you are the prettiest. You are all I need, te prometo que.” The blondes eyes were wide with a desperate need for you to believe her. You wanted to. 
“Then why, Ale? Why don’t you want people to know you’re with me?” You chewed on your bottom lip when Alexia didn’t answer right away, and her thumb reached over to lightly tap it. You released your lip, tightening your grip on your girlfriend, only growing more terrified for her answer as time passed. 
“You are so perfect.” Alexia started, giving you a stern look when you shook your head on instinct. “It’s so easy with you. So easy to love you, so easy to be with you. The media complicates everything, the fans. They would say horrible things to you and about you. As long as no one knows, I can keep you safe. I can keep you mine. Just mine.” 
“Alexia, I’m not worried about that.” You assured her. 
“You should be, mi amor, I am worried about it.” Alexia emphasized, and you only really realized the stress this worry was causing her at that moment. “It would not be the first time the media has ruined a relationship, and I do not think I could survive it if I lost you.” The blonde’s voice cracked at the end of her sentence, and suddenly, she wasn’t holding you anymore, you were holding her. Cradling her face in your hands as you insistently tried to get her watery, hazel eyes to meet yours. 
“Even if the media goes crazy, even if people say mean stuff. I’ll still want you, Ale. It won’t be fun but it’s worth it. If it’s for you? It’s worth it, it’ll always be worth it.” 
Alexia let out a sound that was halfway between a sob and a sigh of relief, burying her face in your neck. Her tears were wet against your skin, her breaths ragged and frantic. “Te amo,” she murmured. “You make me so happy, amor. If you are not worried about the media, then I will try not to be. If you want people to know, then we tell. Whatever you want, whatever you need. As long as you know that I love you, that you are perfect, that you are mine, forever. Para siempre.” 
Now you were crying, and she was still crying, as she gave you a very wet kiss, and it was entirely more emotional than either of you would have liked, but there was nothing to be done. The perfect relationship, you supposed, was one where you each thought the other to be perfect. Even if you didn’t see yourself that way, Alexia would always be there to convince you of your perfection, as you would for her.
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lanadelnegan · 7 months
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My Girl
S7!Negan x Reader
Requested from anon: hey! loving the blog and every story you post! i was wondering if you’d do a story of a reader’s first time being with S7 Negan who is an asshole at first but then goes soft because he accidentally made her cry??
OOOH I'm gonna have some FUN with this one. And thank you so much <3.
Summary: Rick's oldest daughter, y/n, loses her virginity to Negan.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, virgin first time, vaginal sex, daddy-kink, age-gap (reader is 18, negan is 40), Rick walks in on Negan eating you out.. (twice), degrading language, mushy romantic Negan, Negan fucks you in nothing but his leather jacket
A/N: This is my favorite fic I have written by far and I hope you love it as much as I do cuz I am obsessed.
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"Carl, take your sisters upstairs and don't come down until I say it's safe." I lift Judith out of her high chair and follow Carl up the stairs.
Our dad has always treated us like Carl's the older one, even though he's two years younger than me, but I don't mind. If anything, it takes some of the pressure off of being big sis all the time.
I hear Negan's voice booming in the distance as my dad opens the door to head back outside. This has become part of our weekly routine at this point. Negan and his men went from monthly visits to weekly visits over the past couple months, but I don't mind that either.
The more I get to see him, the merrier.
I move the bedroom curtains slightly, peeking through my window until my eyes find Negan standing in the street in front of our house. I'm able to make out what they're saying if I listen closely enough.
"Rickyyy, I missed ya. Where's that sweet daughter of yours hiding? .....The older one of course." I can't stop the grin that appears on my face when he asks about me.
"This isn't about her. Get what you need, and leave." My dad stands firmly planted with his hands on his hips and my eyes roll at his attitude. Maybe if my dad would just be civil with Negan all of this could stop. I revert my gaze back to Negan.
"Now, Prick, you know I can't leave without seeing my girl."
His girl... The butterflies in my stomach flutter at the sound of that.
"Why are you so obsessed with him?" Carl asks rudely from across the room while holding Judith and bouncing her so she doesn't cry.
I quickly glare at Carl before turning my gaze back towards the window. When I look back down, Negan is looking up at me, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. I can't look away, and he lets his gaze linger a little too long as well, prompting my dad to look at my window. I quickly drop the curtain and back away.
"Take Judith to her room and put her down for her nap." I instruct Carl. He stares at me suspiciously. "Go! What did I just say?" I snap impatiently. He shakes his head but ultimately leaves.
"You're always so weird when he comes around." He says under his breath. I close my door behind them and go back to the window, peeking again, but this time everyone's gone. I rush to go see what's going on, but as soon as I swing my door open and run out, I crash into a tall, solid figure. My eyes widen as I look up at the man in the leather jacket.
"Hey, doll. Miss me?"
"Uh - I - where's my dad?" I stutter nervously, peaking around him.
"Busy getting supplies for me. He'll be busy for the next hour, so I thought I'd come keep you company."
Negan's been visiting Alexandria for months now, and each time he comes, our talks get longer and flirtier. Well, he flirts with me and I pretend to be annoyed, mostly so others don't think I like him. If they only knew how much I think about his beard between my legs.
There's something about him that intrigues me.. fascinates me even. I'm ashamed to admit I've even touched myself a couple times - okay, a lot of times - to the thought of him.
When I don't respond, he backs us into my bedroom, shutting the door behind him.
He slides his shoes and jacket off, sitting on my bed and leaning back with his feet propped up. I blush at the sight of him in my bed and restrain myself from ripping my clothes off here and now. A chill runs through my body, making me noticeably shake but I try to play it off. He probably things I'm scared, when in reality I just want him.
"Relax, I'd never hurt you darlin'. Unless you want me to." He winks as he leans back against the headboard getting more comfortable.
"I know." And I do... for some reason, I know he wouldn't hurt me.
He bites his bottom lip playfully and raises his eyebrows while patting the bed next to him.
I nervously walk over and sit down before leaning back, mimicking his position. My bed is a twin, so it doesn't allow much room to ourselves. My shoulder is pressed against his and the simple act has my body on fire already. I glance over and let my eyes roam up his white t-shirt to his handsome face. He watches me with amusement while his leg presses against mine teasingly.
"Sweetheart, I've been around the block long enough to know when a girl wants my dick. And I can practically hear that pussy fucking purring every time I come near you." He grins at me like he knows all my secrets.
My face burns with embarrassment at his words.
"I bet I could make you blush even harder than that, doll." His grin stretches wider but I stay silent, letting him do the talking.
"Of course.. I wouldn't do anything you're not comfortable wi-"
Before he can finish, I press my lips to his hard and climb on top of him. His mouth parts, letting my tongue in and his subtle moan makes my pussy flutter. He tastes like whiskey and smells like leather and I feel high off the taste of him as we kiss passionately. I grind my hips desperately into him and feel his bulge grow underneath me.
"Negan... I need you."
"I know baby." He breathes out.
My hands fumble with his belt and pants until I get them undone. He watches me as I pull out his cock and my pussy is already sore from just looking at it. No way it's gonna fit.
"How do you want it, baby? You gonna be a big girl and ride daddy?" His hands squeeze my ass underneath my dress and he practically growls when he realizes I'm not wearing panties.
"It's like you knew I was coming. Such a bad little girl." His fingers tease my opening and I'm embarrassed that I'm already pathetically soaked for him.
"All for me?" He slides a finger through my slit and brings it up to his mouth for a taste. "So fucking sweet."
I slide myself against his cock that's now slippery with my wetness and wonder how I'm gonna fit that thing inside me.
The big dick energy definitely checks out.
I hover above him naively, thinking I can actually take him. The tip just barely pushes through my opening and I moan at the sudden pressure. His hands grip my ass, guiding me down over him.
"Come on baby, that's it." He praises me as I keep sliding down. I stop when I can't take anymore, realizing I have at least four more inches to go.
"Oh, I know my little slut can take more than that."
I shake my head. "Negan, I don't think I -"
"You can, and you will, doll. I didn't come all the way here for you to only take half of my dick."
Tears fill my eyes as I try to sit all the way on him, wanting to make him proud. I make it another inch before the pain is too much. Not only with how deep he is, but he's so wide I think he may actually be ripping me apart.
"Deeper, y/n." He demands.
When I try again and fail, I quickly climb off of him frustrated. "I can't Negan, I'm trying!" He sits up in the bed, his feet on the floor now.
"Bend over."
"W-what?"
"Do not make me ask again." His jaw clenches as he stares at me seriously.
I lay myself over him, my ass facing upwards on his lap.
"You're going to take all of me, baby. If my wives at home can take me, I expect nothing less from you."
He doesn't even give me a warning before bringing his hand down painfully on my ass making me yelp. He chuckles darkly before smacking me again. He rubs the sensitive spot before teasing both of my holes.. One with his thumb and the other with his middle finger.
"What would daddy say if he could see you right now? Bent over my fucking lap and dripping for me like a little whore..." He pushes his thumb and finger deep inside each of my openings and I bite my lip hard at the pain.
I know he's trying to be all dominant right now.. I'm not oblivious to how rough sex works, but my eyes still sting with tears at his crude words. I shouldn't have built my hopes up that Negan could actually care and be gentle with me.
I sniffle as the tears fall, trying to wipe the snot dripping from my nose.
He quickly pulls me up and his eyes are filled with concern.
"Baby? Hey, look at me." He cups my face gently as I sit on the bed next to him.
"I - I liked you." I choke out. "I was the only one here who actually cared about you and saw you as a person.. and you.. you just see me as a stupid object you can shove your dick in.... You just ruined my first experience with a man. I hope you're happy." I sob while looks like someone just punched him in the gut.
"Fuck, sweetheart." He presses his forehead to mine, looking down with regret. "I didn't know you were all mushy about me and shit.. Truth is?" He tilts my chin to look at him. "I was being so harsh with you cause I didn't want to admit my own feelings. I didn't think you'd ever want an asshole like me, so I didn't want to go catching feelings for someone who didn't want me back. But baby? I can't get you outta my fucking head... Why do you think I started visiting every week?"
My teary eyes look up at him and he looks genuine. I want to trust him so badly, but my heart and head are saying two different things.
"Fuck, y/n. I know you don't believe me. Let me prove it to you. What can I do? Just say the fucking word."
"Stop taking our stuff... Leave our people alone..."
He chuckles lightly, shaking his head like he can't believe what he's about to agree to. "Does that include you?"
I try to hide my grin as I wipe my tears with the back of my hand. "....No."
"Then it's a deal, baby."
"That's it? Just like that?" I look at him confused.
He shrugs. "Guess you've got me wrapped around your finger already, darlin...And now that I know you've never been with a man, I'm taking my fucking time with you." He lays me down on the bed while kissing and climbing over me.
"What about my dad? He'll be back soon."
"Simon's keeping watch, doll."
His lips travel to my neck. "....What about your other wives? You're just gonna fuck me and go back to them?"
He laughs against my neck. "Sweetheart.. I kicked every one of them to the curb the day I layed eyes on you."
My mouth drops open but he cuts me off by pulling my dress down over my chest and taking a nipple into his mouth. I moan and arch myself into him. After a few moments of sucking each one, he slides down further, lifting my dress to my waist and settling his head between my legs. I watch him in awe as he takes his time, kissing my inner thighs.
"Has anyone ever eaten you, baby?"
I shake my head no as I lean up on my elbows to watch him.
"Good." He spreads my pussy lips apart with his fingers and I blush at him staring at it. "Such a pretty pussy. Fuck." He says before locking eyes with me and pressing a kiss to my clit gently. I moan from the contact and arch myself into him, silently begging for more.
He dips his tongue in me and curls it up, gathering my juices. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he groans and licks all the way up to my clit before sucking on it softly. My mouth drops open and my hips try to jerk away, being overwhelmed by sensitivity.
He smiles against me. "Not going anywhere until you cum all over my face, doll." He wraps his arms up around my thighs, pressing my stomach down with his hands.
My breathing matches the speed of his licking and sucking and I feel the pressure building up inside me.
"Fuck, Negan!" My eyes are clenched shut but snap open when my door suddenly flies open.
"Shit! Dad!" I reach to throw my blanket over me, but defeatedly realize it's on the floor. My eyes widen in horror at my father standing in the doorway, looking like he just saw a ghost. A ghost that's eating his daughter's pussy. I'm unable to close my legs because Negan is still holding me down with his hands.
"God fucking dammit, Rick. We were just ge-"
"Negan!" I cut him off, my cheeks turning bright red with embarrassment.
He kisses my pussy one more time and my eyes widen, not believing he just did that in front of my father. He finally leans up, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb and smirking at my dad like he's proud of himself.
I quickly get up and fix my dress.
"Dad, look, I -" I look up, stopping at the sight of Carl pointing a gun directly at Negan's head.
Negan tucks himself back into his jeans, buckling his belt and ignoring Carl.
"Carl.." I slowly step in front of Negan. "Put the gun down."
"You - you wanted this? Him?" My dad asks horrified. "He's done horrible things, y/n."
"And you haven't?!" I yell at my dad. "I watched you rip a man's neck open with your goddamn teeth. If he's a monster.. then so are you."
Negan steps beside me and laces his fingers through mine before kissing the side of my head.
"I love him, dad." I look up at Negan and elbow him roughly when I see a teasing smirk on his face.
"And you think he loves you? You can't be that stupid." My dad says, putting emphasis on the last word.
Negan chuckles and finally cuts in. "First of all, Dick, do not call my woman stupid. Secondly.." His faces grows serious. "We won't be taking anymore of your things. No more visits. Other than me paying this one a visit of course." Negan winks and puts his his arm around me protectively. "That is.. until she moves in with me." Our eyes all widen at the same time.
"You want me to live with you?" I turn to Negan.
"I mean, you did just confess your love for me, doll. Soo, yeah, that's the plan." He kisses my forehead.
"Y/n, we'll talk about this later. Negan, you need to leave. Now." My dad demands, his jaw ticking with anger.
Negan glares at my dad for a moment before turning to me, lifting my chin to kiss him slowly and passionately. Before he lets go, he whispers in my ear. "Meet me right outside the walls when it gets dark. I am nowhere near done with you, baby."
My heart flutters at the thought of us sneaking out together.
Negan walks towards the door before leaning close to my dad's ear. "I get to be her first, Rick. How fucking sweet is that." I struggle to make out his words but don't miss the chuckle at the end. He pats Carl's shoulder on his way out. "See ya 'round, bro."
"Love you, sweetheart!" He calls out to me as my dad and brother follow behind him, making sure he leaves.
I shut my door and smile giddily, running to the window and peeking out. Negan is already looking up at the window when I look at him. He smirks and winks at me before heading off to the gates.
A few hours later:
The sun just went down and my palms are starting to sweat as I pace back and forth on the outskirts of the gates. A million thoughts race through my head.
What if he doesn't come..
What if it's a trap..
What if he lied about everything he said..
Oh my god.. He's gonna kidnap and torture me..
Shut up. He wouldn't do that.
This is a bad idea. What am I doing.
Just as I turn to run back inside the walls, I see him appear from the shadows, wearing his signature leather jacket with a black t-shirt underneath.
"Were you about to ditch me, y/n?" He asks playfully as he pulls my wrist towards him and crashes his lips into mine. When the kiss deepens, he bends a little, pulling me up by the back of my thighs and wrapping my legs around his waist. We make out like horny teenagers while my fingers run through his slick black hair.
"You ready to officially be mine, doll?"
I nod without hesitation. "Yes. I'm already yours, Negan. I don't care what anyone thinks about us."
He kisses me again, setting me back down on the ground. "Lead the way, baby." He nods towards the side gates.
"You want to go back to my house? What if someone sees you?!"
"Kinda hope they do.. I like the thought of everyone knowing who you belong to." He smirks and it makes me knees weak.
"Okay.. come on." I pull his hand as I guide him back to my house. We sneak through the back sliding doors as carefully as possible before tiptoeing up the stairs.
He lightly smacks my ass as we're going up and I turn to shush him, tripping over my own feet in the process. He catches me before I make a loud thud on the stairs and his body is leaned over mine as we try not to laugh.
My body shakes as I laugh silently and bring my hand over my mouth quickly to stop any sound that comes out. His eyebrows raise at me with warning as if I better not make a noise.
"Okay, okay. Shushhh." I whisper before beginning our climb up the stairs again. My dad's room is at the end of the hall and mine is adjacent next to his. We try not to let the floors creak as we get closer to my room. We slip inside and I ease the door shut gently. When it finally clicks shut. I let go of a deep breath and look up at Negan. As soon as our eyes lock, we laugh like idiots, but quiet idiots.
He walks towards me. "Goddamn it, I fucking love you." He says as he lifts me back into his arms kissing me.
"You know.. earlier outside.." I breathe out between our kisses. "I thought.. that maybe you were gonna kidnap and torture me."
He smiles against my mouth as our lips lazily fight each other. "...What if I am?"
I stop kissing him to look at him. When I do, his look turns serious and it scares me for a moment. "I fully plan on making you mine and torturing you with this dick forever, doll."
I grin and roll my eyes as he continues holding me in his arms. "I guess there are worse ways to get tortured."
"Wait until I'm all the way inside you." His eyebrows raise teasingly.
I press my forehead to his and bring my hands to cup his face, kissing him again. I can't take my lips off of him. "Well what are you waiting for?"
That's all he needs to hear before he's walking me towards the bed and laying me down gently. He stands back up, removing his jacket and shirt.
I watch him closely, admiring the flex of his biceps when he moves. "Put the jacket back on. No shirt."
He laughs until he sees that I'm serious.
"Yes ma'am." He says with his little country accent. It's not always noticeable, but when it is.. it's so fucking adorable.
Once he's back in the jacket and bare chested, he stops for a moment before removing his pants. "Can I take these off, at least?"
"No, I want to."
He grin stretches as he walks towards the bed, keeping his hands by his sides. "All yours, baby."
I sit up in the bed in front of him and undo his button and zipper. I shuffle his pants down just a little before pulling his hardening cock out of his boxers. It turns to a steel rod in my hand and I don't care that I'm full on staring at it, assessing each vein and how it turns an ombre shade of pink towards the tip.
"I hope you like what you see, baby. Cause it's the only dick you're gonna be seeing for the rest of your life."
"I'm perfectly happy with that." I look up at him before kissing the tip of him, just like he did to my clit earlier. He watches me proudly, letting his fingers run through my hair lovingly.
I lick my lips before struggling to fit my mouth around him. He chuckles down at me.
“If you can’t fit me in that cunt, what makes you think you can take it down your throat, baby?”
I grin around him and I slide my mouth deeper and deeper. Surprisingly I don’t gag and I think it surprises him too.
Guess I don’t have a gag reflex. That’s good to know.
“Holyyy shit, doll. Look. At. You.” His voice is so deep it vibrates to my pussy. The tip hits the very back on my throat and even further until my eyes water.
I try to jerk my head back, but Negan pushes my head down on him again, my nose pressed into his pubic hair. He waits a few seconds until I feel like I’m going to pass out from lack of oxygen before pulling my head back. I gasp for air and he pulls me all the way off of him while kicking his pants and boxers off.
"Trying to make me blow my load before we even get to the good part, darlin'? He climbs over me in the bed, kissing me softly.
My hands slip underneath his jacket and rub his back, scratching at it gently.
"I am gonna make you feel So fucking good." He says before kissing my neck. "You want me to be gentle with you baby?" His voice right in my ear makes me shiver.
I nod and he hovers his face above mine so we’re staring into each other eyes.
“You ready, baby?” He whispers and I nod again.
He leans up on his knees between me and lines himself up with my entrance before pushing the tip through. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
He slowly slides in me further and further as he holds my legs open.
“Goddamn this pussy is so fucking Tight.” He pulls back a little before pushing in deeper and my mouth gapes open slightly.
He chuckles and stares down at me through heavy eyelids. "I'm not even halfway yet, sweetheart. You want more?"
I nod desperately as my eyes fill with tears at the overwhelming sensation of him so deep inside me.
"Take it then, doll. Grind on me and make yourself feel good." He stops moving completely while still on his knees between my legs.
My cheeks blush at his request and he smirks down at me, sliding his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, refusing to move or touch me.
I lean up on my elbows while he's still inside me and push my body further into him, taking every inch I possibly can. I grind myself against him until I find just the right spot for the tip of his cock to press into and drop my head back at how good it feels, not caring about the desperate sounds I let out.
"Oh my god, Negan.. fuck." My face reddens at the intense pleasure as I continue using his cock to pleasure myself.
"Fuck, baby. Now THIS? Is a Fucking sight.. Watching you get off on my cock like a desperate little whore."
"Touch me, Negan. Please."
"Please what?"
"Please Negan."
He removes his hands from his jacket to lean over me, holding himself above me with one hand on the bed while bringing the other to lightly grip my throat.
His dark hazel eyes dart back and forth between mine as he squeezes his fingers gently around my neck. My face reddens even more at the sudden loss of air.
"Try again, doll."
"Please... daddy." I choke out and he quickly releases my throat.
"Good girl." He kisses my lips softly before thrusting his hips hard, completely filling me until his balls are flush against me.
I scream out and his hand immediately covers my mouth while his head dips to the side of mine and his deep voice fills my ear once again.
"Sshhh, baby. I know. I know." He pulls out almost completely before sliding in again, this time softer but just as deep.
My eyes fill with tears at the pain but I don't want him to stop. My fingers grip the bottom of his jacket as he continues fucking me hard and at a steady pace. The headboard begins to lightly bump the wall above me and my eyes widen with panic.
"Negan, the bed. My dad's room is right on the other side."
He chuckles lightly in my ear but doesn't speak. Instead, he pounds into me even harder and faster with his head is buried into my neck.
"Negan!" I whisper yell at him but it feels too good to make him stop. The closer my orgasm gets, the less I care about my dad hearing us.
After a few more thrusts, he slows down and suddenly flips us over with his dick still inside me until I'm laying over him.
"Negan, my dad's gonna come in here! We have to be quie-"
Before I finish, he lifts his knees up and rams his cock into me hard. It feels even deeper from this angle and hits a spot that makes me see stars.
"Come here, baby." He maneuvers me until my arms are wrapped around him and my head is nestled into his neck. He smells like musky cologne and sweat and I can't help but lick him. Our mouths are next to each others ears, breathing and moaning heavily as he begins to thrust up into me faster than ever. The headboard slams into the wall with force but I don't even care.
This feeling is unlike anything I've ever felt or knew was possible, so the last thing I'm gonna do is tell him to stop.
"Negan.." I cry out. "Faster."
He obeys and wraps his arms around me tighter, fucking me at an animalistic pace. I cum so hard and fast I don't even have time to announce it. My pussy clenches and I feel myself suddenly leak around him, soaking his dick and probably even the bed below us.
"Goddamn. That's my good fucking girl... You gonna let daddy cum in this pussy, baby?"
"Yes! Please." I whine.
He growls in my ear and holds himself deep and still inside me as his dick pulses over and over.
I try to slide off of him when he's finished, but he holds me tight, not letting me leave.
"Negan, you need to leave before my dad-"
"He's not here, sweetheart."
"What?!" I snap my eyes to his.
"Relax, baby. He's fine. But I did warn him that if he didn't want to hear his baby girl screaming "daddy" all night.. then he should take your siblings and go stay the night with Daryl." He grins up at me and my brows come together with confusion.
"Wait you.. you told him about our plan?"
"Of course baby. Had to be respectful and ask for your old man's blessing."
"And.. and he gave it to you?!"
Negan laughs and reaches up to tuck my hair behind my ear. "Absolutely not. But respectfully, I told him he didn't have a choice."
The next morning:
My vagina is screaming at me for allowing it to be destroyed last night. I can't count on one hand how many times Negan made me cum. I open my eyes to the sun shining through my window and immediately notice Negan is gone. I shoot up and look around, seeing that his clothes are also gone.
What if he just.. got what he wanted and left..
I throw the covers off of me and get up, grabbing my sundress of the floor and throwing it on before making my way through the house.
"Carl?!.... Dad?!" I yell as I descend quickly down the stairs. I stop at the bottom to find Negan stirring a pot of something on the stove.
"There she is! Mornin' sunshine." I walk over to Negan to see what he's cooking and he holds a spoon up to my mouth, letting me taste the deliciousness. This man can fuck and cook... what a god.
"Was wonderin when you were gonna wake the hell up. It's already lunch time, baby." He presses his lips to mine and I notice his freshly shaven face. I've never seen him like his and he looks so incredibly handsome.
He lifts me up and sets me on the kitchen counter while standing between my legs.
"Mmm, promise me you'll wear little sundresses with no panties underneath for the rest of our lives, doll." He says as he kisses me sweetly. I giggle and wrap my arms around him, kissing his neck.
"You hungry baby?" He asks and I nod sleepily.
"Me too." He slowly gets down on his knees in front of me, draping my legs over his shoulders.
He softly licks me with his tongue, moaning from the taste before burying his face further into me until I feel his tongue push past my hole. His shaven face feels soft and much more gentle than his beard.
My fingers run through his black hair, tugging on it gently as my head falls back.
"Mmm, daddy." I moan and my eyes snap open, hearing movement at the front door. I quickly jerk Negan up while pulling my dress down and sliding off the counter, seeing my dad, Carl, and Daryl standing in the doorway. Carl quickly covers Judith's eyes while he holds her and Negan sighs annoyedly at the sight of them.
"God..DAMN it, Rick. Again? You gotta learn to fucking knock."
"It's my house." My dad's expression is unreadable as he stands there, eyeing Negan. "You said one night. You can be on your way now."
"Well now don't be fucking rude, Prick. Have a seat." He grins widely at my dad before gesturing to the table. "I made spaghetti."
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ೃ⁀➷ CALLING THE SUMERU BOY'S YOUR GOOD BOY
Sumeru boy's Creator!Reader
Al-haitham, Kaveh, Cyno, Tighnari & Scaramouche
Al-Haitham - The ones who find the disruptors will win
Al-haitham closes the gap between himself and you, getting as close physically as he can ans drops to his knees. His body quakes slightly as he looks up to meet your eyes. His eyes feel raw. He wants to look away, but he forces himself to meet your gaze. "Your my good boy aren't you?", your voice so gentle, so smooth like the silky web of the Darwin bark spider. A simple question, but Al-Haitham's thoughts come to a halt as he processes your words.
Al-Haitham has heard these words a hundred times before, and yet they always make his heart skip a beat. "Y-yes," he breathes, his gaze unwavering on yours. "Yours." Words fail him. Al-Haitham opens his mouth to say something - anything to appease your desire - and yet no words leave him. Instead he simply closes the gap between you and him, leaning forward so that he is touching you.
He's still on his knees, and as he stares up at you his heart keeps racing. The word *yours* rings in his ears. He wants to say it again, to tell you how he feels about you and about your words. But he cannot.
"Is something troubling you?" your hand comes up to stroke his cheek, gently. He leans into your touch, his whole being quaking at your gesture. When you touch him, he's paralyzed by your affection. He breathes in sharply. "Y- you," Al-Haitham whispers, trying not to let his voice crack. He wants to say more but cannot seem to speak.
He can feel his face redden. Al-Haitham presses himself against you, his entire body practically vibrating with the rush of emotions."I-i am troubling you?" this truly took you by surprise, you always appreciated his honesty but this?
"Y-y-yes." Al-Haitham chokes back his words. His voice falters as he speaks. "You drive me...mad." A small smirk plays at his lips, as though he is ashamed about the thought he's just expressed. Yet there's no going back now, and his face has grown redder.
"B-but im still your good boy." The word leaves him like a prayer. Al-Haitham closes his eyes, his heart hammering in his chest. He does not move. He does not breathe. His entire body is held hostage by you. Your voice is the air he breathes. Your touch is what makes him whole.
He is utterly yours.
Kaveh - The ability to appreciate beauty is an important virtue.
Kaveh smiles shyly, nervously, and approaches you on trembling legs. His steps are slow, but steady— it is only a few paces, but it seems like his body is taking him to heaven itself. When he is finally within touching distance, he waits for instruction; he is your servant after all. In your name he has build multiple builds, designed the palace you are living in. Without him, without his abilities, you wouldn't live in a palace only for you. You just had to praise him for it.
"Yes, your Grace. I am," Kaveh answers instantly. The words fall from his lips like honey, and he is genuinely giddy when he says them. He's bouncing on place like a child. So excited he forgot to be surprised by the sudden affection of his grace.
"Is there something I can do for you, your Grace? Your good boy shall always be by your side, ready to serve." You quickly move your hand for him to come closer. Kaveh obeys without hesitation, but his heart is beating out of hus chest while he still moving closer. His hands are clasped before him and are trembling with nervous energy as he gazes up at you, his expression reverent.
"Your Grace?" he asks cautiously, as if he is awaiting your next command. "Is there something you need?"
Kavehs cheeks immediately flush pink as his breath grows hoarse. He is a little embarrassed to admit it, but his gaze is captivated by your hand. He can no longer hide the fact that your touch mesmerizes him.
"Your Grace, please..." he begs quietly, though he doesn't dare look away. "If you keep stroking my cheek like this i am close to fainting..." You start to softly chuckle at him, well, isn't he a cutie?
Kavehs face flushes brighter, and his heartbeat seems to triple with each passing second. "Your Grace," he asks, his voice thick with infatuation, "can you please call me that again? After all...I'm your good boy aren't I?"
Cyno - Your sins weigh upon your soul
"Cyno, would you mind coming closer?" As if moved by an unknown force, Cyno shifts closer, inching closer to your person. "You would like me nearer?" he asks, the quiet tone of reverence in his voice unchanging.
"A tiny bit closer" you said, and without any hesitation, he does. Cyno obliges with his next breath, the movement of him inching closer in tandem with it.
"As you wish, Your Grace," he says softly to you. "Good boy" you coo at him. Such an obedient boy he is. Every fibre of Cynos being is lit up in the face of your praise. He stares back at you like a lost baby bird gazing up at the heavens.
"Thank you," he says quietly, as if the mere notion of such things were a foreign concept to him. You are the only one whose approval he craves. "Ohhh you're so formal" he never let his guard down while in your presence. Always showing you the upmost respect. The only time it slips, is when a little joke leaves him making you chuckle. That alone makes his heart race and being close to explode...
"I'm sorry," Cyno mumbles, face blushing in mortification at his slip-up. In all his life he has only been taught to show respect. Even now, as everything becomes so much easier with you near, he must maintain a sense of formality and decorum.
"Forgive me," he says, voice quiet and soft as ever, tone dripping with reverence as it comes out. "Oh Cyno, it's ok. You're my good boy after all I could never be upset with you"
The mere words from your lips are enough to send chills down Cynos spine, his face flushing as though his skin had become suddenly too tight for his body.
"And you are my god/dess/deity"
The words come like a whisper of a breeze. His hands flutter before his chest, the way a maiden might wring her hands. His expression is one of complete adoration, his gaze turned up to you as if to a heavenly vista.
I'm their good boy....
Tighnari - The value of knowledge can't simply be quantified in monetary terms.
"Nari, would you mind coming closer to me?" He doesn't wait to respond. With an urgent and desperate speed, Tighnari closes the gap between you and him. He wants to make you happy, and his body responds without a moment of hesitation as his legs bring him closer to you.
He presses close to you, and takes a deep breath in. His warm gaze holds a soft glow of wonder and awe as he takes in your face. His eyes speak to you silently, and say 'I am yours. Do with me what you must. I want nothing but you, Your Grace'. After all the time he has spend with you, informed you about the well-being of the forst, he not only got closer to you than anyone else. He also lost his feeling of shame.
He is much more open with you, less reserved. He only seeks for you attention, touch, your gaze, anything at all.
You look down from your throne to see Tighnari kneeling before you, his eyes downcast. He does not speak, but nods. "Yes." His tone is quiet. He stares at the floor without moving. He's utterly ashamed, this hit him straight in the face without mercy.
With this scene playing in front of you, you can't help but have a little fun. "I didn't quite hear you Tighnari, would you mind repeating yourself?"
His tone is slightly louder as he repeats himself: "Yes." He still stares at the floor. His heart beats furiously. He is still and patient. His body is relaxed on the outside. On the inside, though, he is utterly in turmoil. "Good boy, I am proud of you that you spoke up~"
Tighnari's breathing is deep and steady, as if he is forcing himself to calm his nerves. His stomach is tied in knots, but he tries his best to ignore it. He is yours, and he knows not to speak unless he is spoken to.
He shifts slightly to try and get more comfortable, though he does not look at you as he does so. Despite himself, he blushes. The sudden intimacy of your touch on his ears sends a wave of sensation through him. His face turns an immediate dark red, but he does not move away from your touch.
He closes his eyes, enjoying the feel of your fingers running through his hair. Every touch is pure ecstasy. "'m your good boy..." he breathes.
Scaramouche - Eternity stretches things out over a long time. But each moment within it becomes all the more fragile
"Come closer" Scaramouche's expression is neutral, but there is an undercurrent of concern to his voice as he approaches you.
"Yes, Your Grace. What do you need?" He says it in such a manner that could be interpreted either as a formal servant, or a concerned companion. "Closer" A small frown tenses Scaramouche's brow as he moves closer. Your expression is neutral, and as he kneels before you, his heart is hammering loudly in his chest; and he knows he has done something wrong. Despite this, he obeys your command nonetheless.
"What's wrong? You seem upest?" You're worried you may have sounded to rough. After all he is a sensitive boy. "I thought... I thought you called me because I had done something that displeased you," he says after a moment, and though he tries to swallow down his mounting anxiety, it shows in his voice. "Is there... something... I have done wrong?"
"No!" your heart starts to ache at this, "My good boy could never do anything wrong" Scaramouche's expression softens, and a single, brief smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
His brows furrow again, as he tries to figure out the underlying reason you have called for him. Despite the fact that he is no longer frightened, he can't quite understand your intentions.
"Why... have you called for me, then, Your Grace?" He asks gently, still kneeling before you. "To praise my good boy" and with saying that you gently caress his face.
Scaramouche closes his eyes in your touch. The warmth and softness of your touch is enough to take his breath away. He leans forward, unconsciously seeking more from your caress. But at the same time, he is afraid to lean too far, lest he make you upset.
"Yes, I am your... good little boy."
He tilts his head upward, the need to gaze into your eyes and bask in your love overwhelming whatever modesty that held him back from your touch. He wants nothing more than to be as close to you as physically possible.
"All for me?"
"Yes, Your Grace," he croaks as he inclines his head, his gaze locked onto yours.
"All for you."
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⋆⁺₊❅⋆ 𐙚 ₊˚ BOUNDED TO. belphie x fem reader
warnings ꒱ྀི incest. mild dub-con. blowjob. minor hairpulling. jealousy. sis-con belphie. repost / 18+
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“luci says you’re not supposed to come in my room anymore.”
you kept your position on the bed. you lay on your slightly exposed belly with your back facing the door. you didn’t see the point in directing your gaze behind you when you were expecting this very moment to happen.
it’s been a few days since your last exchange, and it was only a matter of time before he’d seek you out once more. still, you maintained your weak show of defiance.
belphie chuckles dryly, amused at your attempt.
"well, for one, luci isn’t even here," he sneers.
he recoils at the nickname, annoyed at how sweetly it rolls off your tongue while he spits it out of his. jealousy hangs off the fringes at the mention of his elder brother, and it’s only quelled when he remembers his access to you. it dampens his anger, though only by a bit.
“and why am i not allowed here? did you tell him all the dirty things i did to you?”
you tense up at the words he utters, saturated with taunt, and your face begins to warm.
he watches as you become rigid, knowing that memories from just a mere few nights ago were running around in your head, and he took that as his invitation to keep going.
“did you tell him how i sucked your fat little cunt until you squirted?”
and incoming—you chuck a pillow at him with your demonic strength hoping that it would somehow drive a hole through his head for being so crude.
“shut up! you said you wouldn’t make fun of me for it."
belphie smirks as he catches the pillow with ease and he tucks it under his arm.
regret settles in the pit of your stomach, but more importantly, embarrassment.
you recall that night in such vivid detail. he parted your folds, in awe at the puffy thickness. he sucked at your chubby mound, flicking his tongue against your lips until he delved in deeper, warming your hole with his mouth. he used such sensual descriptors, calling your cunt succulent and sweet until your cream coated not only his tongue but the entire lower half of his face.
you feel ashamed that even recalling the event begins to arouse you. your thighs squish together without your permission, and you hope it snuffs out the remaining desire.
"it's nothing to be embarrassed about. it was sexy—cute even.”
belphie teases, and you audibly groan.
he was different from beel in many ways, and you questioned how he could be the twin of such a sweet and friendly glutton until you realized the extent of belphie's insatiability.
he would never admit it, but he inexplicably craved you. his utter desire to pull you apart and put you back together for his own pleasure. he wanted you all to himself, which struck you as odd.
he’s mean; he teases you, pulls your hair, calls you names, and then, when you’re on precipice of exploding, suddenly you’re his ‘darling little sister.’ he'd whisper praise against your lips, making you forget why you were mad in the first place. he’s mastered riling you up and talking you back down, but it was exhausting—he's exhausting.
you settle on ignoring him, preferring to kick your feet back and forth on the bed while you busied yourself with whatever had your attention.
he lowers his head to peek underneath your oversized shirt and perversely looks between your bare thighs before locking the door behind him.
he walks towards your relaxed frame, remaining a good distance away but close enough to peer over and glance at what had you so occupied.
“are you mad at me?” he questions, tossing the pillow to the side.
“when am i not?”
you shrug off his pathetic attempt to ease your anger, as you are used to his patterns by now. you hum the measly tune playing and tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, refusing to look at him. “what do you want, belphie?”
“who says i want anything? can’t a big brother hang out with his little sister?”
you scoff.
“nice try, but we don't 'hang out' and no, co-napping doesn't count.” you lock your phone and put it on the nightstand.
“just tell me what you want.”
his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek.
“is that any way to talk to your big brother?”
he reels back some of his attitude hoping it comes across as playful. he didn’t want you to be too upset because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to calm you back down. thankfully, you didn’t seem angry—just bothered, and somehow belphie hated that more.
“you’re only older than me by like a month and that’s not anything to brag about.”
he sucked his teeth. always eager to remind him that, while he was older, it was just barely –as if he cared.
“doesn’t matter. i’m still your big brother.”
there’s a brief moment of silence before you sigh. “whatever you say.”
you're appeasing him; it's like you didn’t actually believe it yourself. his annoyance spiked, and you enjoyed it. it was nice to give him a taste of his own medicine for a change, and see him so worked up , especially over something so trivial.
“look at me when i’m talking to you.”
you choose to play coy and ignore his demand until you're suddenly startled.
the bed abruptly dips as he settles on top of you.
you finally turn around to protest, but he barely gives you a chance. your bewildered eyes meets his firm gaze. his mouth connects to the spot just under your ear, his breath fans your skin, and a shock travels down your spine, resting in your lower back.
his hands weaves around you and digs into the sheets, trapping you against the bed.
“don’t be like that.” his voice is much lower and more inviting, but still authoritative.
he takes his other hand to lift up your shirt to your surprise. he admires the cute and skimpy pajamas and how the shape of your slit was visible as you futilely kicked at him.
embarrassed, you reach to pull your shirt down.
“b-belphie! stop !” you shriek.
he snickers at your expression. his lean and languid body drapes over you as he burrows into you. his nose and lips caress your skin, inciting goosebumps. it prods you lightly, making you shift from being abashed to giggly.
you can’t stop the laugh from bubbling up inside; you bite your lips to muffle them, but when he licks at your neck, you can no longer hide it.
“that tickles,”
“yeah?”
the skin around your eyes wrinkle and your body twitches from his teasing.
“if that’s the case . . .”
he moves too quickly for you to process. his knees settle on either side of your hips, his chest to your back, while his hands pin your wrists down. you’re so used to seeing belphie so idle that his agility catches you by surprise.
his mouth latches on the back of your neck and begins to plant spit-covered hickeys on your skin.
“n’more marks . . .” you whine, but he doesn’t listen. he hoped lucifer would see them.
if there was one thing he hated more than lucifer, it was the relationship you had with him.
you were different around each other. the lucifer he knows is cold and calculating, except when he speaks to you. It’s gentle, reassuring, and sickeningly tender—it's disgusting. he babies you, and you lapped up his affection like a puppy.
belphie supposes he shouldn’t be surprised. you’re the youngest and the only girl—the only sister—and you’re lucifer’s favorite. you're docile and soft-spoken around him and lucifer treated you like you were as fragile as a quaint flowers. he’s always careful— worried that if he were too rough, he’d pluck you from the ground and you’d wilt.
you were a demon; you could withstand much more, but the avatar of pride didn't care.
he didn't care that you were spoiled, bratty, and foul-mouthed, and maybe lucifer was blind to it. he couldn’t realize that about his precious sister when he was too busy fucking her.
dinners were especially tortuous. he wonders if you can feel him staring daggers at you when you obediently take your seat next to lucifer and proceed to give him all of your attention.
he hates how you play with your hair and cross and uncross your legs, like you’re nervous. what could you possibly be talking about with him that turns you into a fidgeting mess?
why should he even care? he doesn't care; actually, it didn't matter. you can pretend all you want; he knows what type of girl you are and the naughty things you likes
belphie's teeth scrape and lightly prick your skin to prove a point —it’s not deep enough to bleed but just enough to bruise and hear your mewl. he’s so close that his lashes gently feather your cheek. the smell of your hair and faint perfume lingering cause belphie to become feverish. it annoyed him to see how his body reacted to yours.
his cock pulsates against his pants, and he presses into your behind. you’re soft and pretty and sweet enough to taint.
“I need you to do something for me, baby sis.”
he struggles to ask. he didn't want what you believed to be about him to be true. he's only around you when he needs something, but he swears you are a drug. he can’t help the tent in his pants and how aroused he gets when you’re angry and pissed off at him.
you twist your neck as much as he’d allow to look at the demon behind you.
“w-what?” you stutter, too focused on the way his hips grind against your ass.
your shirt rides up, but this time from his movement. you can feel his eyes burning on the skin of your butt, and you couldn’t pull the fabric back down to hide.
"you know what i want.”
belphie leaves a trail of kisses on your body. tugging down your collar, he nibbles on your shoulder.
“I need your pretty little mouth,” he whispers right by the shell of your ear. his nose digs into you, tracing vertical lines while he inhales your scent. “i want to feel it around my cock.”
you tutted.
"we can’t anymore. we’ll get in trouble.” you wiggle against him, attempting to shut your legs to ease the throb in your lower region.
“we won’t.” he promises. “I just need to cum in my little sister’s throat.” he eyes the length of your neck, eyes hazy like he was imagining it. “i need to fuck it.”
you blush profusely at the demand. “nuh-uh” was your defiant reply.
in response, belphie unpins one of your wrists and instead tangles his fingers in your hair to pull it. your head is thrown back from the force, and you cry out. “hurts..”
yeah, of course it does. he wonders how angry lucifer would be if he saw how he roughhoused you.
your plump lips are slightly parted, and your eyes are glossy. he looks between the two of them.
with an open mouth, his lips find yours to press a sloppy wet kiss. he couldn’t resist you, and he wouldn’t even try to.
“we won’t get in trouble as long as you don’t tell anyone, okay?”
he knew someone would notice the number he did on your nape, but you didn’t need to fret about that, at least not now. he loosens his grip on your strands while his hips still move at a slow pace, cock-humping your backside for his gratification and to encourage you.
“b-but—”
“but nothing. you’re going to suck me off because i’m your big brother and you love me, right?" the exalting feelings you possess for him can’t be questioned, but you remain hesitant. you know it’s wrong, and yet you nod anyway.
“ i love you so much, belphie.”
he smiles at your obedience. you’re always more likely to listen when your cunt is weeping for him. he didn’t have to see it to know that you’re soaked.
“good.” he pats the side of your cheek.
you study him with glossy and affectionate eyes. your lips are pursed and trembling like you want another kiss. he’s learned how to read your silent pleas, and so he grants you another peck.
“love you.” you say it again, but with the innocence that belphie craves. you hope he melts at the sound of your voice, but he doesn’t. he crumbles.
“love you too. i love you so fucking much, you have no idea,” he mumbles it against your soft lips, his orbs staring deep into yours with such desire and fondness. he kisses you once more and then twice, rubbing your chin softly.
“my perfect little sister isn’t that right? you're going to do what your big brother says.”
and his mouth is hot against yours. his tongue, used to such venom, felt sweet for a change and it makes you wet.
your back arches as he continues to kiss you. his tongue caresses the roof of your mouth; it's messy and audible, and you croon at the sensation. you felt sensitive; even your nipples brushing against the cotton of your shirt were enough to draw out tiny squeaks.
“big brother...” you mewl it against his mouth, and belphie fucking groans.
“f-fuck.” he’s zipping down his pants.
“i'm so fucked up. you have no idea how fucking hard that makes me.”
he spanks you on your ass and removes his body from on top of you. he lays on his back, crossing his arms behind his head to rest on your pillows.
he’s relieved when your dainty hands pull down his pants and his cock springs free. slender and long, tilting slightly with thin veins on the sides, a rosy pink tip coated in a thin layer of pearlescent white.
your mouth puckers and sucks on his leaky slit for a few seconds before you bury him in your throat. the friction is familiar, and the burn forces you to produce more spit. your drooling mouth deepthroats him, suctioning around his shaft with your tongue flicking on any vein it comes across.
you keep going even as his cock kisses the back of your throat. when he hears you gag, his hand rests on your head to keep you still.
“I want to feel you choke, baby. cmon suck it.”
bucking into the vice that was your mouth, your hair fans out around his thighs. belphie thinks to tug on it when he wants to fuck your face even harder.
“gonna empty my cum in my little sister’s throat,” he groans gutturally just as soon as your lips touch his coarse hairs. your tears threaten to spill.
he calls out to you, continuing to hump your warm mouth.
“call me big brother again.”
you look up at him with that precious, messy cock-sucking face as you swallow around him.
you try to straighten your back , attempting to remove his length from the slick opening of your throat, but the firm hand on your head keeps you still.
“say it.”
you feel a wave of anxiety. you try to keep the drooling from overwhelming you, but it doesn’t stop. you swallowed around him reactively, aware of how much he was stuffing and stretching your mouth. you’re careful to prevent yourself from choking as you struggle to speak, but you gag a few more times.
“b-bwig b-bwother.”
filthy ribbons of spit and cum drip for your mouth ruining your clothes and sticking to your chest.
your tiny mouth struggles to take him. it’s far from perfect, it’s sloppy and messy, but belphie thinks you never looked more beautiful.
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kentosbabes · 9 months
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Forgive me Father Nanami for I have sinned.
Cw: sacrilege, priest, corruption, oral and explicit sexual content
You sit down in front of him, the confessional booth feeling tight and humid due to the heat of the summer. “Go on.” His smooth voice drawls. You look down, ashamed- your voice quiet. “Forgive me father, for I have sinned. I was at a sleepover with some girl friends and the topic of porn came up.” You paused to better figure out how to finish your confession without Father Nanami believing you engage in sinful behaviour regularly.
Nanami was glad you couldn’t see him, adjusting himself. He could see you biting your plush lip, deep in thought through the crisscross pattern of the screen. “Do not fear, God will forgive if you repent, so do not leave anything out.”
You nodded to yourself, “I admitted to my friends that I haven’t watched it before and they decided to watch it on my TV screen. I’m not sure what overcame me but a heat started to grow down there. We watched it for a while and I started to rub myself with a pillow that was nearby because it was too overwhelming and painful to just sit there. I don’t know what happened Father Nanami. It felt so good. I excused myself after they turned it off to go to the bathroom but when I went in I saw my panties were all wet.”
You paused again, tears welling up this time, “I don’t want to go to hell Father, this is the first time I’ve ever seen that before.” The corner of Nanami’s mouth lifted into a smirk. He quickly schooled his face, “please, kneel and repent with me. Can I ask what about it made you feel so good?” All he could think was how pretty of a picture you look, looking up at him on your knees.
You thought about it, “The man started kissing the woman, down there… He started to tell her things. Dirty things, while he was doing it. Then he pushed his penis in her, she looked and sounded like she was enjoying it.”
“What kind of dirty things did he say to her, don’t worry sweetheart this is only between me n’ you.” Nanami was palming himself over his clothes while asking, trying to even his breath to sound normal.
“Ok… he started off by saying that he was rewarding her for being such a good girl then how good she was taking him, he would call her ‘his pretty little whore’ and other pet names like ‘beautiful slut’.” Nanami didn’t know he could get harder but hearing words like slut and whore from a girl who doesn’t even know what they mean is really jarring.
He just wanted to corrupt you. “Close your eyes and pray after me,” your knees hurting slightly from the cool tile flooring you have been kneeling on. The words of prayer and repentance come easily to you. So easy in fact you couldn’t hear the door opening and closing. You felt two hands start to massage your breasts and hot breath behind your neck. You reasoned that he must have a reason for this, and if Father forgives you then god is surely going to forgive you as well.
“I’m just massaging you to get rid of the devilish thoughts that have taken hold of you.” He whispered, it felt wrong but right. He could feel your heartbeat rise. His touches being more rough, circular motions making you arch your back. Swallowing a moan. Nanami notices this, “let me hear you, unless you aren’t repenting your actions?” He asks with a raised brow.
“Ah, forgive me, I am heartily sorry for having offended thee,” you started to whine, a mantra of apologies and moans of “Father Nanami” falling from your lips.
“You don’t seem to be repenting properly, perhaps I should help you.” He unzipped his suit trousers and hooked his finger around his boxers, painfully hard cock finally free. Nanami tugged on it, gracing the tip of his cock over your moving lips. “Did I tell you to stop?” Allowing those reverent words spill over his throbbing dick.
“I d-detest all my sins,” Nanami grabs your face with his index finger and thumb, opening up your jaw. He helped himself into your warm mouth. Giving a low, appreciative noise around him, it send vibrations of pleasure down his spine, your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock as if you were worshiping him, as if you were seeking repentance from him.
Groaning, blonde stands of hair fall into his eyes. Tucking them behind his ears and rolling his eyes, lolling his head back- only to see religious stained windows. Nanami bucked his hips further down your throat, unable to stop himself with how good you felt with your mouth wrapped around him.
Tears were cascading down your face, you could feel spit flooding your mouth, and still he held you down. A lewd popping sound echos the booth as he takes out his cock.
“Please,” you whisper brokenly because you just need it so bad, need something.
“Repeat after me, I detest all my sins because of thy just punishments, but most of all because they offend Thee” Nanami started to pull your skirt down along with your white lacy underwear. He laid you down flat from your kneeling position.
His tongue laps all your fluids dry, his insatiable thirst no longer concealed. He doesn’t care anymore, you are the last person in the church due to the late hours and the booth is soundproof. Hearing you whines and moans made him even harder.
Nanami whispered out, “my God, who art all good and deserving of all my love.” You repeated after him, stuttering and stumbling through the words. The words hot on your pussy. You could feel him smile on it, his nose nuzzling your clit.
He gritted out, “God.” Your tainted body needing to be soothed and caressed by his pure and holy mouth.
“God,” you croak out slowly. “Oh fuck. Okay. Fuck.”
He pried open your legs wider, pausing. “Language or I’ll punish you in the name of his Holy Spirit.” You nodded and incoherently started to babble your apologies. You could feel a knot tying up in you, this is a first for you. It feels so good but the pressure is getting too much. You tangled your hands in his blonde locks, pulling him closer to you. He put in two fingers, you started to rock back and forth in a pattern with him.
Your nipples strained against the thin material of your top as he hummed against your clit, lapping it up and suckling it as though he was a man, starved. You shuddered, “I firmly resolve with the help of Thy grace to sin no more.” But sinning has never felt and tasted so sweet. You came on his face but what surprised you was him licking you to clean you up, not sparing a single drop. Then licking his fingers dry, all with a dark look on his face and in his eyes.
“I still feel like you have sin in you, to remove this I must go deeper. To protect the safety of your soul.” He monologued into your ear, you were scared but curious to what he meant by going deeper. Did he mean he would do like the man in the video and fuck you? You didn’t know if it was bad to crave a man so much you would risk going to eternal damnation but if that was the cost maybe you wanted to pay it.
You nodded, “I want you to use your words sweetheart,” he replied.
“Please, Father for I have sinned, please save my soul from damnation by going deeper in me.” You said with tears welled up in your eyes. His cock twitched at your language, “I am only doing my duties.” But my God what duties they are.
Nanami placed his tip at the entrance of your pussy, rubbing you. “Please, ah,” you bite your lip, “no more teasing I can’t take it.”
He nodded solemnly, pushing himself into you, “You’re so tight, fuck.” Your body began moving in tandem with his, he slammed into you from behind, grabbing and pawing at your hips hard enough to promise tiny bruises the following morning.
“Oh my god, you're such a good little fuck, shit.” You whimper quietly, shaking so hard now, and you nod. You’re a good little fuck, only for him.
Nanami thrusted up harder, the bulge in your stomach prominent. He leaned down, pressing wet, open mouthed kisses all over it. “Fuck, you’re so perfect, such a perfect little slut, it’s like God put you down here just for me.” You could hear the echos of Father Nanami’s grunts, his voice matching yours in breath in the booth.
His cross necklace dangling over you, the cool metal touching your breasts. Pebbling your nipples. His fingers slipping out of you and into your mouth, stuffing them full.
He brought his lips to your neck and started to kiss you, causing you to clench down and convulse on top of him. “Repent daughter of the church,” he gritted out. Your moans and whines turning him on, the idea that he, a symbol of good and purity, is corrupting you makes him closer.
“M’ cumming, I’m going to cum in you, May God free you from your sin.” He groaned, his head falling back giving you a view of his prominent Adam’s apple. He bit into your shoulder as he came inside of you, drawing just enough blood to make him moan into your back as his hands swept up your stomach towards your tits. You came with him, moaning pleads to Father Nanami and God.
Your breathing matching in synchronicity, “You will be back on Sunday to continue your repentance, you don’t want to go to hell do you?”
“No Father, thank you for everything. I’ll be back on Sunday.”
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savannahsdeath · 7 months
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hii i love ur stories, and i was wondering if you could do a one-shot where ellie won't admit it, but she LOVES being a sub and just listening to you 🫣
SUB!TOP!ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER
mdni please<3
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warnings: 18+!! sub!top!ellie, oblivious!reader, making out, a liiiitttleee of thigh reading, js smut
writers note: im a sucker for dom!ellie but my first req was sub!ellie and now it just has a separate place in my brain.. yeah, i need both. switch!ellie lover i guess💪💪 also this ones sub!top!ellie because im soooo in love w her like awshhzhsv
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you always saw ellie as the firm, rough and confident one. as the 'don't tell me what to do' one. and definitely the straight-forward one. you wouldn't even think it's the complete otherwise, especially not while grinding on her lap. your lips were connected for a few minutes now, and everytime you pulled away to catch your breath a line of saliva built a bridge between you. you were needy, ellie desperate and the whole situation really messy. quite a combo.
"ellie..." you whined after freeing your tongue.
she pulled you back into her, holding onto the back of your neck. "what is it, doll?"
"mhh-" a week sound escaped your mouth, as you struggled to calm down and not act as if you just ran a marathon (because you didn't, of course, but that's how you felt). "touch me..."
you didn't realize she kept her hands only on your head because she was shy. you never thought she could be shy at all. your request, though, awakened something in her. she hungrily slid her slim fingers beneath your shirt, where they rubbed soothing shapes into your skin.
"like that?" she laughed, or at least you guessed she did, because the sensations made it hard for you to tell.
your answer was a one word, but a keyword. "more."
with that, her hands unfastened your bra and threw it somewhere on the ground. she turned you around, making you lean your back on her chest. your shirt covered the scene - her playing with your hard nipples, that didn't feel so sensitive until now. her hair fell on your face, slightly covering it, as she bowed her head to kiss your neck. your pussy sent a needy impulse through the rest of your body, signaling you this is what you needed, before the pulsating changed it's message to a 'not enough'. ellie seemed to notice it, and one of her hands untied the knot of your cute pyjama-shorts. the elastic at your hips widened to make room for her hand, and it carefully slipped underneath the waistband, though stayed on top of your underwear. she followed the wet path with her middle finger, arriving to it's source. she didn't put any pressure onto your body, leaving you unsatisfied.
"please- please, do it." you nodded, fighting the urge to press her hand towards you.
she was more than happy to do it, her hand avoiding now also your panties and making contact with your bare body. you shuddered at the coldness she brought with her, but things quickly got heated.
your head found support in her shoulder, resting on it, as her pointing finger rubbed your clit and the next two lazily waited at your entrance, collecting everything that came out of it.
"do you want me to do it?" she asked. it wasn't the taunting, teasing, playful tone. it was a concerned, shy and hesitating one. one you weren't used to hear from her.
you frowned, wiping your wet, drooled mouth with the palm of your hand. "are you... really asking me that?" you wanted to add '...or am i dreaming?' but that was too much for you now, and your throat refused to work.
"i only want to do things you want me to do." she whispered, sounding almost ashamed about admitting that.
she continued the trail of sappy little kissed on your neck, somewhere where the vocal cords are, and you thought that's the main reason they're not working.
you couldn't hide your surprise but stayed quiet, though not really by choice. she thanked god you couldn't feel her own wet spot, which was probably bigger than yours and still growing each time you asked her to do something for you. even if your commands weren't out of your dominance, even if you had no idea how they turn her on, she only waited for you to ask for more, or less, anything would satisfy her, as long as she can satisfy you.
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hearts-hunger · 8 months
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a cowgirl's dream || danny wagner x reader
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Summary: You show Danny just how much you like his new cowboy hat. | Standalone in the Four Weddings universe
Pairings: Danny x Reader | Genres: porn without plot (minors begone!), fluff | Word Count: 2.3k | Warnings: unprotected piv, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, a little bit of soft dom!Danny, sorry babe the cowboy hat stays on during sex
A/N: I feel like I ought to be ashamed of this slightly but I am 100% not. Cowboy hat Danny has me in a chokehold. Enjoy the product of my delusions besties!!! ♡
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“Danny!”
You boyfriend looked over at your voice as he came off stage, searching around the dim backstage area until he caught sight of you. A handsome grin lit his face when he did, and he wove through people and equipment until he got to you.
“Sunny!” he said. “How was the — ?”
He didn’t get a chance to finish his question, but he didn’t seem to mind that you’d cut him off as he eagerly leaned into the kiss you gave him. You stood on tiptoe and put your arms around his neck, and he leaned close to make it a little easier for you.
“Well, hello to you too,” he said when you let him come up for air. His cheeks were flushed and he gave you a beaming grin, thrilled at your eager attention.
“To what do I owe this warm welcome?” he teased, holding you close with a big hand splayed over the small of your back. 
You looked up at him dreamily, letting yourself enjoy a moment to take him in with all his post-show confidence and joy. He was shirtless and his skin was almost hot to the touch, damp with sweat and heady with the scent of his cologne; the little gold necklace he’d borrowed from you forever ago rested just above the hollows of his collar.
By far the most alluring part, though, was the sparkly silver cowboy hat atop his crown of curls. You were a little embarrassed to say so, but when he’d put it on during the last song, you’d gone completely crazy for it. Between the hat and the way he’d grinned and laughed at wearing it, you decided you couldn’t go one more minute without having him.
“Danny, I...” You bit your lip and ran you hands over his bare shoulders. “I need you.”
His smile turned a little crooked. “Is that so, sweet girl?”
The pet name sent a shiver through you, and he pulled you close when he felt it.
“Let’s get you what you need, then, huh?” he asked. 
You could only nod, utterly entranced by him, so in love with him and feeling a little dizzy at the effortless way he took control once you admitted what you wanted. You gave a hasty goodbye to the guys and spent the ride to the hotel being fidgety, breathless and blushing when Danny teased you with a hand on your thigh.
Up in your room, you practically threw yourself at him, and he was content to let you have your way with him for a few minutes. He tried to undress you, but you made it a little difficult as you didn’t want to be distracted from kissing him; he promised you as many kisses as you wanted when you were naked, and you let him undress you before he stripped to his boxers. He scooped you up and held you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, tilting his head back to give you better access as you kissed all over his face and neck.
“Sunny, sweetheart,” he said affectionately. “What’s got you in such a mood?”
“You’re complaining?” you teased.
He chuckled. “Of course not,” he said. “But I’m just wondering if there’s something special about tonight that’s got you so flustered.”
“Just you,” you said, and it was almost the truth. Danny drove you wild no matter what, but the more you kissed him in that hat, the more you wanted him to keep it on.
“Suits me,” he said, and he walked you to the bed and laid you back on it. You looked up at him and liked that he gave you a moment to just look at him, a crooked, self-satisfied smile tipping up the corner of his mouth as you did.
“Like what you see, sunny?” he asked.
Your breath caught. “You have no idea.”
He smirked and moved to hover over you, trailing kisses all down your body, telling you in his low voice how pretty you looked, how sweet and warm and lovely you were. You ran your hands all over him, loving the feel of his warm, tanned skin under your fingers.
“I love you,” you said.
He kissed the crest of your hip. “I love you too, sweetheart.”
He moved his kissed lower, kneeling at the edge of the bed and pulling you to him. You sucked in a breath when he pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh.
“Danny, please,” you said.
You felt his smile against your skin. “Patience, baby. Be a good girl for me.”
You wanted to squeeze your legs together, needing friction, and he only chuckled.
“You like it when I tell you to be a good girl?” he said in a velvet voice. When you didn’t answer, he pulled your thigh to rest over his shoulder and turned his head to kiss it, the bridge of his nose nudging against you as he breathed you in.
“Answer me, pretty girl,” he said. “Do you like it when I tell you to behave?”
You took a shaky breath. “Yes, Danny.”
He nipped at your sensitive skin. “That’s my sweet girl. Now tell me something else — do you want me to eat you out?”
“Yes, please,” you all but whined. His teasing was agonizing, but you were so wet for him, and he’d barely touched you.
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He reached to take his hat off, and you couldn’t stop yourself from blurting out what you’d been trying to keep a secret.
“Wait!”
He frowned a little as he looked up at you. “What’s wrong?”
You blushed vividly. “Um, I... uh....” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it, and he watched your face with a touch of worry.
“What is it, baby?” he asked, gentle and patient as he tried to set things right. “You change your mind? It’s okay if you did.”
You shook your head. “Um, no, I just...” You felt your face get hotter. “Oh, this is so embarrassing, but... can you keep the hat on?”
His expression changed from worry to confusion, and then from confusion to amusement.
“Are you serious?” he asked.
“Um... yes?” you said in a small voice.
He grinned. “The hat is what’s doing it for you, huh?” He laughed. “Okay, baby. I’ll keep the hat on.”
You couldn’t bring yourself to be too worried about how silly it was to want him to keep it on, not when he set in on you with such enthusiasm and skill. He made sinful groaning noises in his throat as he licked and sucked and kissed, curling two fingers inside you as he buried his face between your thighs.
“Oh god, oh god — ” You moaned when he pressed your hips down and kept at you as you came. “Yes, Danny, yes, holy fuck .”
When he’d left you a mess beneath him, he looked up at you from under the brim of that stupid disco cowboy hat and gave you a cocky grin.
“Damn, honey. I guess you really do like the hat.”
You groaned and flopped back on the pillow. “Shut up.”
He laughed and pressed a few sloppy kisses to your thighs before he straightened and made quick work of his boxers. “Don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart.”
“You don’t think it’s stupid?”
“No way,” he said, running his hands over your thighs and hips and tummy, soothing you as he always did before he moved on to whatever he had in mind for the next act. 
He looked up at you. “Is this a good time to mention that I want you to wear a Santa hat every time we fuck in December?”
You half-laughed, half-groaned as you felt your face heat, and you hid behind your hands as he gave a warm, affectionate laugh.
“I’m sorry, honey,” he said, and you heard the smile in his voice. He moved onto the bed with you and gently moved your hands so he could kiss all over your blushed face. “I shouldn’t tease. I think it’s cute that it gets you all hot and bothered.”
“You promise?”
“I promise,” he said sweetly. His fingers traced between your legs, and you felt a fizzle of excitement and anticipation at the way he shifted his attention and his posture back to the task at hand. “I’ll keep it on while I fuck you, if you want.”
“Okay,” you said, still a little embarrassed by how much you liked it.
He smiled, flashing his little fangs as he put his hands on your hips. “Atta girl.”
He teased you for a minute, working you up again, his touch just light enough to drive you crazy.
“God, I could just eat you out all night,” he said with a reverent touch of the pad of his thumb to your clit. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, honey? You want me to eat your pussy until you cry?”
You gave a breathy little groan at the thought, knowing from experience that he could deliver if you said that's what you wanted. He used his free hand to press your thigh back down when you tried to squeeze your legs around his arm.
“Uh-uh, baby,” he said sweetly. “Let me see that pretty thing all wet for me.”
You wriggled under him. “Danny, please, I’m gonna cum again if you don’t stop.”
He hummed. “Well, I guess I won’t stop then.”
He rubbed fast circles exactly where you wanted them, and in a matter of seconds, you were dissolved under him again. He tipped his hat back before he leaned close and kissed love marks against your neck, and you gasped when you felt his cock against you.
“Get inside me,” you breathed.
He chuckled. “Bossy, aren’t you?”
“Please,” you begged. “I need you, Danny.”
“I know,” he said, saccharine sweet around the dizzying hint of condescension in his voice. “Poor thing. You need my cock to fill you up, don’t you, sweet girl?”
You could only nod, rendered speechless by the way he talked to you. Danny was usually so gentle and sweet, and you loved him that way, but the confidence and cockiness that radiated from him in the post-show haze always drove you crazy.
“You know how much I like to make love to you,” he said, splaying his fingers over your thighs as he pushed them apart. “All slow and sweet for my pretty girl.”
“Danny,” you whined. You’d take him any way you could, but you weren’t sure slow and sweet was exactly what you wanted this time.
He looked at you from under his lashes and smirked. “I like it when you beg for me, baby.”
He gripped your hips and ran his cock between your legs; you tried to focus, watching the way his thin gold necklace caught the dim light.
“I could make it nice and slow,” he said, “but I think we need something a little more — mmfh.” 
Both of you groaned when he buried himself to the hilt. 
“More athletic,” he said, a little breathless. “What do you think, honey?”
“Just fuck me,” you whimpered.
He flashed you a wicked grin. “Whatever you say, sweetheart.”
You couldn’t have stopped the moan that tumbled from you as he started to drive into you, setting a hard, steady pace as his hips snapped against yours. You touched every part of him you could reach, gripping his arms, chanting his name, totally at the mercy of his strength and stamina.
“Holy fuck, Danny,” you managed, digging your nails into his shoulders, delirious with the feel of him inside and out. 
“God, baby, you feel so good,” he praised. His makeup was smudged and a few curls were plastered to his face with sweat. “So good for me, honey.”
“I’m gonna — oh, fuck —” You couldn’t even get the words out before you were cumming again, and he groaned with pleasure as you squeezed around him.
“Jesus,” he breathed. “Hold on.”
With practiced skill, he moved so you were on top; you whined at the delicious oversensitivity and the way his arms went around you to get you where he wanted you. You braced your hands against his chest and tried to catch your breath as you felt him inside you at this new angle.
“Save a horse, ride a cowboy, huh?” you laughed, breathless.
He grinned. “Something like that.” He took the hat from his head and put it on you, albeit a little crookedly. “Here.”
You straightened it and looked down at him with a teasing smile. “How does it look?”
He gave a low whistle. “You know, honey, I think I get why you like it so much.”
You giggled and leaned close, and he propped himself up to hold you to him as he gave you hungry, breath-stealing kisses.
“Get to it, cowgirl,” he said with a smirk.
You swiveled your hips and loved the way his breath caught. “Maybe you ought to mind your manners, cowboy.”
You gave him one last kiss and pushed him back onto the pillows, and he looked up at you with nothing short of adoration and dizzying desire. You started to move, taking your time now that you were the one holding the power, and he gave a little whine as his Adam’s apple bobbed.
“Holy lord,” he said pitifully. “Uh, honey, I think I overestimated how cool I could be about this.”
You gave a sweet laugh, endeared by his honesty and his obvious desire for you. You kissed his neck and under his jaw.
“I don’t mind,” you said. “Cum for me when you need to, baby.”
He swore under his breath and gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises as you worked him up to his high. He brought you back down on him, hard, and you threw your head back.
“Fuck, Danny,” you gasped.
“I’m so close, baby,” he panted. “Cum with me.”
He moved his hand between you, and you saw stars as you came with him inside you. He followed right after, groaning and pulling you close to him until both of you were spent.
You both took a second to catch your breath, and he tipped your hat back so he could give you a good, long kiss.
“Thank you,” he said breathlessly, holding you close to him.
You twirled his soft curls around your fingers. “My pleasure. I love you, Danny.”
“I love you too, sunshine.” He kissed your neck, his strong arms wrapped around you, his nose bumping against your jaw in a familiar touch that made you smile.
“You know what?” he asked.
“Hm?”
“I think the hat needs a permanent place in our toy box.”
You laughed and pressed close to him, feeling his smile when you kissed him. “Suits me, cowboy.”
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gingiesworld · 6 months
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Wanda Maximoff x Rogers Fem Reader
Warnings: Angst. Smut.
Taglist: @sytoran @ginnsbaker @lifespectator @gb12d @natashamaximoff-69 @wizardofstories
18+ MINORS DNI
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 5 / Part 6
Y/N
I know this is completely stupid of me to write this apology instead of saying it to your face, but I hate who I am, who I've become. I broke my promise to you, many promises, silent and spoken. Hell, I don't even know who I am anymore. I have become someone who I don't even recognise because I wanted to be a part of the in crowd. I guess I was lying to myself and everyone and you especially.
I love you Y/N. I guess on some level I have always known about my feelings for you and I was scared. I didn't know how everyone would see me so I guess I projected my insecurities onto you and I can't say sorry enough. But I guess this is a start, along with leaving NYU. I don't know what I will do, but I just want to leave you be. I guess maybe one day we can be friends again. Just maybe.
Wanda Maximoff
Y/N read over the words on the page over and over again, she couldn't believe that Wanda was too much of a coward to not 9apologise face to face. So Y/N decided to march over to the Maximoff residence, knocking abruptly. Only waiting a brief moment until Wanda opened the door.
"Why?" Y/N questioned as she held the letter in her hand. "Why couldn't you just say all of that to my face?"
"I was ashamed." Wanda answered her weakly. "I abandoned you and I am still ashamed of all of the pain and hurt I have caused."
"I don't want your self pity Wanda." Y/N sneered as they pushed her up against the wall, Wanda held in a sigh at the close proximity. "I am done with this whole facade, if you loved me like you wrote, you wouldn't have made my life a living hell in high school."
"I know." She whispered, guilt and disappointment in her eyes as she closed them slightly. Allowing a sigh to escape her as Y/N rested their head on hers.
"I needed my friend Wanda. My best friend and she abandoned me when I needed her the most." Y/N whispered as her nose brushed Wanda's. "I need you Wanda." Wanda sighed as she felt Y/N's hand on her hips. "Is it just you here?" Wanda only nodded before Y/N kissed her roughly. Her tongue pushing passed Wanda's lips, causing her to let out a shaky moan. Y/N had let go of the letter as they lifted Wanda up and led her to her bedroom. Ridding her of her clothes and leaving her bare and vulnerable.
"I am going to ruin you." Y/N snarled as she hovered over her, taking her ear between her teeth before she squeezed Wanda's breast harshly, pinching and pulling at her nipple as she sucked and bit the other. Wanda's moans filled the room as Y/N soon slammed her fingers into Wanda's gaping hole. She let out a loud whimper as Y/N thrusted at a fast pace, Wanda's hands gripping the sheets tightly as she could feel herself reaching the edge.
"Why?" She whined when Y/N pulled her fingers away.
"Have you cum since the last time I edged you?" Y/N questioned as Wanda shook her head.
"Nothing could do it for me." Wanda admitted breathlessly. "No one else could do it for me."
"Beg for it." Y/N sneered as Wanda looked to the side. "Beg to cum." Y/N gripped Wanda's jaw, forcing her to look at her. "Beg."
"Please. I need it. I need you Y/N." Wanda pleaded as Y/N smirked, her other finger brushing along the inside of her thigh. "Please make me cum. Please."
Wanda was soon unexpectedly full as Y/N slammed three fingers in her soaked and aching core. Her body arching as Y/N added another finger, curling her fingers and grazing her g spot.
"Cum." Y/N ordered before Wanda fell over the edge, squirting all over her bed as Y/N kept on rubbing her clit. Mesmerised by the face of euphoric pleasure on Wanda's face.
That was the start of it, Y/N would take Wanda in the restroom at the diner, her own bed, even as her family was home. Y/N was driving around in her car when she came across Wanda who was walking home.
"Get in." Y/N told her as she pulled up beside her, Wanda had done as she was told and got in the passenger seat. Watching as Y/N drove in silence. Harshly squeezing Wanda's thigh as she drove to the overlook, the place where everyone goes to have sex or get high.
"Why are we here?" Wanda questioned as Y/N undone her leather jacket.
"Strip." Y/N ordered her as she removed her own clothes. Wanda moaned as she felt Y/N's hand between her bare thighs, their clothes scattered along the backseat as Wanda rode Y/N.
"I need more." Wanda whimpered as Y/N smirked.
"Work for it." Y/N sneered as she moved forward to bite her nipple, causing Wanda to inhale sharply. "Make yourself cum all over my cock." Wanda whimpered as Y/N's hands snaked her waist, subconsciously helping her movements.
"Fuck." Wanda bit her lip harshly as Y/N met her thrusts, enjoying the view of Wanda's breasts bouncing up and down as she reached her own high. Collapsing on Y/N who was fast enough to move her from their lap and back into the passenger seat. Wanda watched as Y/N got dressed again before handing Wanda her own clothes.
"What does this mean for us?" Wanda questioned as Y/N sucked in air through her teeth as she started the car.
"It means nothing to us." Y/N told her firmly. "There is no us."
"I'm seeing a therapist." Wanda told her confidently. "I'm trying to get myself better for you. For us."
"It's too fucking late Wanda!!" Y/N yelled as they remained at the overlook. "You abandoned me. You made my life hell. You left me to be the popular girl you have always craved to be. Wanting to hang with the fakes and the jocks while I was the one who made you feel welcome when you moved here."
"I'm sorry." Wanda whispered as Y/N started to drive.
"It's too little too late now Wanda." Y/N spat as she drove her home, the rest of the journey was spent in silence before Y/N had pulled up. "Go home Wanda. It's done. Whatever this is."
Wanda only nodded as she left the car, heading inside as her eyes stung with unshed tears. As the weeks went by, she noticed that Peggy was packing up the house, Y/N was helping with moving her own things into the Impala as Peggy had a sad look on her face. That was the last she saw of Y/N and Peggy in person. Only hearing from her mom that Peggy had moved back to England. Which left Y/N to move into her own apartment, only 30 minutes away from NYU.
Wanda found herself following Y/N on instagram, making a fake account as she looked at most of the pictures Y/N had posted. A lot of them seemed to be pictures of her art work, but one that really played on Wanda's heart strings, was Y/N and Christine Palmer, kissing as Y/N wrapped her arms around the red heads waist. The caption below reads, '6 month anniversary. I couldn't be happier and I can't wait to spend many more months and years with you.'
Wanda's heart broke, looking through other pictures of the two, seeing them smile lovingly at each other. Even a selfie as the two lay in bed, the covers only covering just above their bare chests.
Wanda knew in that moment that she had lost her chance with Y/N, but she refused to let her go.
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inkfablesandstories · 2 years
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missed f(l)ight║m. verstappen
pairing: max verstappen x reader (platonic: lando norris and daniel ricciardo)
requested: yes/no
synopsis: in which max and his partner fall into an argument about commitment to their relationship before max’s flight to baku and there’s nothing more than the two of them wanting to be with each other 
warnings: a bit of angst, argument, js verstappen (mentioned), hlmut m*rko (mentioned), softie!max
word count: 3k
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The pair was silently driving in the dark. The silence wasn’t common and, even this time, it was uncomfortable too. 
Max tapped his fingers on top of the driving wheel, turning slightly to look at the silhouette of his girlfriend. She had her body turned slightly away from him, staring out at the slowly setting sun.
“Why aren’t you letting me come with you?” she asked, “Are you ashamed of me?”
“No,” he replied, “I just don’t always need you by my side, and anyways if the media sees you in Baku they will most certainly find out.”
“But, Max,” her eyes slowly filled with tears that were just sitting there, not escaping her eyes yet, “Why is it so bad for them to know? I don’t see a problem, I always go with you. I gave up a lot to be here with you and just, normally, to be in a relationship with you.”
Max could see in her body that she was still upset with him after their argument. She was an open person, wearing her emotions on her shoulder; he wished he could grab her hand that was simply sitting on her seat.
Neither wanted to leave on a bad note but it was impossible for either to speak up and admit their mistakes. Well, more so Max wanted to speak up and apologise- y/n did nothing wrong. His anger and stress took over any logical thought as they were arguing.
“Well, I didn’t ask for you to drop it all,” he accused her, “For all you want, you could go and do whatever you want.”
“Max, that’s not the point! The thing is that a relationship goes both ways, not one. You know that as well as I do. But I have to give up more in this relationship because you have a serious job and a big future on the line.”
“You give up more?” Max asked her, incrediously, “What other stupid accusations would you like to make?”
“Max, I am not saying that it’s bad. However, all I ask is that you give something back. I dropped everything so that we could spend more time together. You wanted it.”
“And so did you-”
“- Exactly, Max! That’s why I want to go with you to Baku but you’re just making stupid excuses for me not to go. What am I going to do here in the next few days?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “Go shopping, explore the city, hang out with your friends-”
“- All my friends are back at home. You’re my only friend here in Monaco, along with the other drivers. And you all will be there in Baku!”
The car approached the empty aeroplane hangar, his private jet already waiting there, Daniel’s silhouette jumping in front of the jet along with Lando’s. He wanted to think of any words that possibly could help the situation they were in but he knew that no words would easily resolve their arguments in a matter of minutes.
The two McLaren drivers started waving at the car approaching them, Max reached out for her hand and gently wrapped his larger hand around hers. Instead of turning to look at him, y/n kept looking out into the distance; she barely reciprocated- just holding his hand, not squeezing it as she usually would. 
“God, y/n,” Max complained, “You have never moaned about missing a race so much before.”
“Well, because I always go with you and if I couldn’t I had a reason for not going! Max, I don’t understand why you don’t want me to come- last year, you invited me to every race last year…”
“And we weren’t dating back then,” he explained, “I just don’t feel comfortable with you being there and knowing my luck in Baku-”
“You’re not comfortable?” she interrupted him, surprised by his choice of words, “You’ve never said that before. Even when we started dating, you never told me that you ‘feel uncomfortable’. What’s going on, Max?”
“Nothing!” Max could feel the irritation slowly start to itch, “What do you not understand about that?”
“Well, because you’ve never behaved like this before. And I am worried that I did something wrong. We promised each other that we would tell each other anything that was bothering us, even if it might hurt the other’s feelings.”
“Will you please stop? I told you that I just don’t want you to come, alright?” he huffed, “Nothing less, nothing more.”
She stood silently in front of him, arms crossed with a broken, tired look on her face. She looked away from him as she normally would when she was feeling shy or not sure how to deal with something and her emotions; he could see the gears working behind her eyes, trying to solve his peculiar outburst.
Max slowly stopped the car in front of the two McLaren drivers, both seemingly excited by their trip to Baku, with their large smiles evident on their faces. Before Lando opened her door, y/n gently let go of Max’s hand; he immediately missed the warmth of her hand in his and the secureness he felt whenever the two would hold each other. 
Lando enveloped y/n in a warm hug, with Daniel following his driving partner, “How are you?”
She smiled at the two, “I am doing fantastic, what about you?”
“Excited,” Lando replied as Daniel nodded in agreement.
“How are you, Maxie?” Daniel asked his previous driving partner.
“Excited too, ready to kick your asses in Baku,” he faked a laugh.
“With your pace this year,” Daniel laughed, “I would not be surprised at all.”
“Is it so hard?” he asked her, “It’s just a week.”
She silently stared at him, “Okay.”
She turned away from Max, heading towards the balcony, his two cats, as if feeling her distress and sadness, followed her. He couldn’t help but feel horrible for what just incurred, he didn’t mean to be so ruthless and cold, ignoring anything that she said. 
“Are you coming with me to the jet?” he asked her, not expecting a ‘yes’.
Still turned away from him, she answered, “Sure, if that’s alright with you.”
“Of course, Daniel and Lando will-” he started speaking but she just left the living room, not listening to whatever he had to say after he said ‘of course’.
He called her name, “Hey, are you alright?”
She turned towards him, looking incredulously, “No, Max, and what does it matter to you? I don’t want to argue anymore.”
Max sighed, seeing that it was a dead end with whatever he might have wanted to fix after their argument. He wished he could apologise so easily and she could take him back as if nothing ever happened. But he knew that wouldn’t be the case, she was always kind and accepting of whatever he did, however she would always get a bit more sensitive when they would argue about what each brought to their relationship.
“So, we’re ready to leave?” Lando asked the pair, “Got everything this time with you, y/n?”
She laughed at his teasing, “No, not this time. I’m not coming, unfortunately,”
“Why not?” both McLaren drivers were surprised by her statement.
“Oh, well, I just have some friends coming over and, you know, haven’t seen them in a while, so I thought that I could spend some time with them in Monaco.”
“Friends?” Daniel joked, “We are your only friends, y/n. You’re so quiet that you barely even made friends with half of the drivers on the grid. Even with me and Lando, it took you at least a couple months to get comfortable.”
“Even with Max,” Lando laughed as he added on, “Before the two of you started dating, it was such a horrible, awkward period with you always saying ‘that we’re just friends’. And you guys had been friends for such a long time before.”
“Well, I just don’t tell you all about my life, then,” she tried to joke.
“But are you sure you don’t want to come?” Lando asked, “Luisa is coming on Friday evening, and both Carmen and Lily will be there and possibly, even, Charlotte. Why don’t you fly in on one of the later days? Even after qualifying, just make sure to be there by Sunday. ”
“I’d love to but I’d have to buy a flight in the span of next two days and it’d be so stressful to do something so last minute,” she told him, “Look, it’s fine. Hopefully, I’ll make it to Canada.”
“Hopefully?” Daniel piqued up, “You always come to any of the races.”
“Who knows? Maybe I’ll make new plans with my friends,” she laughed, “Now, I don’t want to hold you up anymore. Have fun, alright?”
“Thanks, mum,” Lando hugged the girl, “See you later then.”
Daniel hugged her as well, quietly whispering in her ear, “If you’re bored with your friends, call Lando or I.”
“Thanks,” she told him, “Have a safe flight, you two.”
The pair turned away to let the couple have their moment- to say their goodbye’s and ‘I love you’s. Max stared at the girl in front of him; she was gorgeous in the sunset’s light, looking at him through her beautiful eyelashes, even her eyes were glowing in the last rays of the sunlight. He had no words. What could he tell the girl in front of him that would save anything left of their relationship? 
“I-” he began before she interrupted him.
“-Look, Max, I don’t want us to fight anymore. All I ever would want is the best for you and I don’t want to stress you out or anything more, I want you to score P1, or really anything because you’ll do amazing and I believe that you can do amazingly, and now I will stop rambling because Lando and Daniel are waiting on you,” she stood up on her tiptoes and gave Max a soft kiss on the cheek, “You’ll do amazing.”
Max stood in silence, absorbing everything that she just told him, “Thank you, I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too,” she smiled and took his car keys, “Have fun, tell the boys good luck from me too.”
She was the first one to turn around, heading towards Max’s Aston Martin. He stood there for a moment before turning around and heading to his jet, entering it to the already energetic environment created by Lando and Daniel. He put his bag onto an empty seat, storing his luggage over head.
“Do you want anything, mate?” Lando asked him, “Some gin? We can have a small party here before Baku!”
“I’m alright, just some water, please,” Max looked out of the jet’s window, eyes set on the Aston Martin his girlfriend entered.
The two McLaren drivers looked at each other, confused by their friend’s responses, “You alright?”
Max waved Daniel off, “Yes, everything’s fine.”
“That’s not what I asked you, Max. Are you alright?”
Max stayed silent as he watched the Aston Martin slowly drive away. He knew the car would stop and she would watch them fly away, she always did so when she would stay in Monaco.
“You didn’t proclaim your love for y/n, or pepper her with a million kisses, or hug her until she’d turn red and push you away, or even tell her ‘I love you’...”
Driving the car slowly, y/n couldn’t help but feel the smallest of tears roll gently down her cheeks. She knew that if she cried all alone right now, she would be depressed for the rest of the week, eating neapolitan ice cream every night and watching sad romantic movies like ‘The Notebook’ and ‘Call Me By Your Name’. 
She slowly drove the car further away, ready to stop it when it was far enough from the plane, where she could watch the plane take off in safety. She watched the sky palette above her- all shades of blue, purple, pink, orange and yellow. 
The banging on the car trunk stopped her. She looked into her rear window to see a red-faced and out of breath Max banging on the trunk of his car. Braking the car, Max ran up to the driver’s door, opening it for her as she took off her seatbelt.
“Max?”
“Come with me!”
“Where to?” she laughed, shocked.
“To Baku!”
She got out of the car, “Max, what are you going on about?”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry for all I said. I was wrong about everything. I can’t go without you. You have given so much to me and, recently, I haven’t returned anything and when I have the chance to, I don’t. I know that the second free practice finishes that I will be missing you and wishing that you were there with me. I don’t want to lose what we have-”
“-Max, I wasn’t going to break up with you,” she tried to reassure him.
“Maybe, but I don’t want to take the chance; I don’t want you to stay all alone at home, crying over me because you don’t deserve it, you shouldn’t be crying over me, unless it’s good. I want our relationship to last forever, I want to grow old with you and open your bookstore wherever you want- London, Paris or Amsterdam, or even on a quiet peculiar street no one knows of. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and that means when you come with me to my races, because I realised that without you I feel lonely, even if I have company from Lando and Daniel. I want to hug you everyday, pepper you with a million kisses, profess my love for you in any way possible and wake up every morning to your face. And I know we’re still young and that we only started dating this year, but I’ve known you for all those years before and you were still the most special person then. You were, are, like my family and I would never sacrifice you for anything; I’ll even give up racing just for you and we can both run away, away from everyone and find some cottage and hide peacefully there from everyone else. Because I love you with all of my heart and I don’t think there’s any more space for anyone else in my heart.”
She stared at him in shock. She knew that he loved her and that the same was applied vice versa but she never expected the words that tumbled out of his mouth. Max could see the small tears reappearing again and he started worrying.
“Please! Don’t cry!” he tried wiping her tears, “I didn’t mean-”
“-Max! They’re happy tears!” she laughed, grabbing his hands that were on her face, “They’re happy tears!”
“Happy?” the boy seemed to be scared to do anything after the tears fell out, “I-”
But before he could speak anymore, she grabbed his face and brought it down to her’s, crashing their lips together. It was a passionate kiss but not one to instigate anything more, instead to show the love that the couple held for each other. It was one where they could forget about everything and everyone around them and just enjoy the embrace of one other; pulling away was something neither wanted to but if they didn’t, y/n felt like her lungs would explode.
He rested his forehead on hers, “Will you come with me?”
“Max,” she laughed, “I have nothing on me right now, except for my own clothes.”
“I’ll buy you everything when we get there, tomorrow morning, any clothes, any bags, anything that you would need. Just, please, come with me-”
“-That sounds lovely but I don’t have a toothbrush or pyjamas with me which I would need when we land and get to the hotel-”
“The hotel will have everything, we’ll ask for a toothbrush, and you can just take any of my extra shirts and wear it to sleep in.”
“You brought shirts that aren’t your Red Bull polo shirt?” she joked.
“Hey! I have some style,” he huffed, pouting slightly at her, “Or I have an extra shirt of yours.”
She stared at him in silence, shocked and surprised by what he just said, “You have an extra shirt of mine?”
“Yes?” he suddenly turned timid.
“For what reason would you have my shirt, Verstappen? Makes you look like a creep,” she laughed.
“Don’t laugh! I just, well, I, you know, after our argument I was already missing you and I felt that I wouldn’t be able to sleep without you, so I, I,” Max stopped, slightly embarrassed by his rambling and what he was going to say next, “I took one of your shirts because they all smell like you, so I could have some piece of you at least there…” 
The boy in front of her kept surprising her, “You know, most people would find it absolutely weird but, somehow, my heart is melting at your sweetness.”
He blushed a bright red, a hand reaching to scratch the back of his neck, “So, will you come with me?”
“I just have one last question: why did you not want me to come with you at first?” she just needed to get to the bottom of this.
“I,” he hesitated, trying to find the correct way to phrase what he was going to say, “Well, there was a meeting with my father and Helmut about a week ago, just after the Monaco Grand Prix, and a couple more PR representatives. They started getting suspicious of the two of us after this article that leaked some pictures and they gave it to me to read. I don’t want to bring you into the world of media and newspapers; I don’t want them to rip you apart just because of my actions; I don’t want them to hurt you. I’m just scared that if I let them see you, they’ll break you and break us.”
“Max, I find it really sweet that you care so much,” she told him, “But we are supposed to be in this together. If we stand with each other hand in hand, nothing matters to me. Alright?”
Her hand cupped his cheek in reassurance, pecking him on his lips. He smiled back at her words.
“I love you, you know that?”
“I love you even more, Maxie,” she kissed him one last time. 
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muzicgenerator · 7 months
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pls could u do a tom kaulitz angst? like he’s arguing w reader and mentions something he knows the reader doesn’t like bringing up, and he has to make it up to her, then it can turn into fluff <3
yep here it is!!
hope u like it and sorry for late reply T_T
(BRO OHHH MY GOD THE ORIGINAL STORYLINE DIDNT SAVE 😭😭😭 so i just made a new one which is this one AGHHH SO MAD RN btw i didnt proof read the entire thing)
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Atonement
Pairing: Tom Kaulitz x Reader
Genre: a bit Angsty, Fluff
Warnings: None
Request Status: closed :(
✩°。⋆⸜ 🎧✮ Last Night on Earth : Green Day
Playful bantering was one of the things you and Tom would do everyday in your relationship.
Sure, serious arguments would rise up which a simple kiss and genuine apology would quickly fix.
However those two won't do it right now.
"The hell do you mean I have trust issues?!"
"What?! It's true! Your ex cheated on you so you're scared to trust me; It's not like I'm gonna do what that guy did!"
Definitely, Tom shouldn't have brought your ex up who has no relation to this quarrel.
He knew how much of a prick he was to you and how he treated you; he even witnessed how devastated you were when you once came to him to seek comfort when you found out for the second time he had been cheating.
And he knew damn well you never wanna hear about the jerk ever again.
However, you did appreciate him admitting he wouldn't repeat the history you had with your past lover.
"The fuck, Tom? That bitch has no connection whatsoever about what we're fighting about right now.
And I saw the way you looked at her! It's like, if I didn't interrupt you both would've shared spits by then." enraged by what he said; you raised your voice to match his volume - which was unlike you since you're the composed one out of you two during serious arguments.
"Sorry but he kinda does! This issue you're having surely started with him. I remember the way you wasted your snot and tears on him and I dried it off.
And please stop being overdramatic, she's just a fan and I wanted to make sure she's happy. Not only with her; I mean with everyone of them!"
Tom tried hard to defend himself instead of admitting his wrongdoing.
"You are such an ass for bringing that shit up again when you know damn well your ass had issues too that I helped you get over with and all I've ever done was try my greatest to understand and care for you!
All I ever wanted was for you to stop looking at other people and look at me.. Am I asking for too much?" your voice whispered in offence and slightly croaked which made you resent yourself more.
Tom realized with wide eyes of what he had done,
"No, no of course not ____. No, look- I'm really sorry for what I said, I really am and-"
"Just shut the hell up, Tom. Save it, I don't wanna hear it right now." you harshly brushed past him to storm off to your apartment's bedroom in fear of hot tears falling down to your cheeks.
He sighed; ashamed in himself. Tom truly regrets letting those harsh and unnecessary words slip his blunt mouth. He knew he was better than this - definitely, he should control his mouth more and think about what he should say carefully during times like this.
The night spent alone in the bed you'd always share with Tom felt cruel.
Not for the reason he's not by your side; it's rather the fact that you're in bed without properly making up with him since you'd always forgive one another the same day.
A big part of you wanted to forgive him - believe that he truly didn't mean what he told you and only accidentally slipped because of the heat in the moment; that we all say things we don't mean when we're mad, and that he really wouldn't stab you on the back with a woman like your past lover did.
The smaller part of you scolded for being such an idiot; for believing a man would stay loyal - that you should call it off before he could do any further damage.
Honestly, you felt devastated just thinking about not being with him; so you eventually came into terms with yourself that the fire will settle down and you'll forgive him and he'll do better.
Don't know when it'll die down but it will. Hopefully soon.
Some relationships are worth fighting for, like you have with Tom.
Hence you will stay strong and prepare for many wars.
But tonight; you wanted and allowed yourself to fall asleep being upset and disappointed at Tom.
You'll let tomorrow do its thing.
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It was the next day and the back of your head was pounding alongside a stiff neck.
You sat up and glanced at the digital clock placed on your night table that read 11:37 AM.
After stretching your limbs out while reminiscing the night before; you decided it's time to wash your face and start making lunch for yourself.
When you turned the knob and pushed it open; you were greeted with the aroma of your favourite dish; one that was always served to you as a child when you still lived with your family - one that you shared its recipe and process with your lover.
"Tom?" you asked in disbelief. You were certain he had left since your ears picked up the sound of the front door being pushed open then close in the middle of the night.
Certainty assured your mind that you'd rather not see his face first thing in the morning after such a night. Boy, were you wrong.
Your lover turned his head quickly; unaware of your presence since he's so caught up finishing, as well as perfecting the dish.
"Oh- love, you're awake. I um.. made breakfast but you didn't get up and it's uh, it's almost time for lunch so I thought I'd make your favourite." he stumbled over his words; which is bizarre.
"The pancakes are on the table, you can eat them later as a snack."
You nodded your head with a tight lipped smile and mumbled a thanks before heading to the bathroom.
Once the door had shut; you quickly drowned your face with water to remove the image of Tom cooking without a shirt on.
It's not like it's the first time you've seen him like that; but the way you're reacting right now is how you feel when you catch him in these types of situations - preferably without the post-fight shit going.
After peeing, washing your hands, brushing your teeth washing and drying your face, and doing your skin care - you forced yourself to go back outside for you cannot stay in the bathroom forever.
When you opened and closed the baby blue painted door; your eyes wandered off to the table and drooled at the sight of the newly cooked meal.
Tom patted the seat beside him with a smile; gesturing you to sit beside him.
You had no choice but to join him for lunch; after all, you are starving.
Instead of giving in to his request, you sat in front of him.
Instead of painting a frown on his lips; he still kept his genuinely proud smile (from cooking such a delicious dish) and handed you your plate and utensils - to which you accepted.
"Let's eat?" Tom asked.
"I don't wanna eat without talking about last night." you said with a straight face.
The man in front of you softly breathed a sigh,
"You're right." he agreed with a nod
"I'll start by saying I'm really sorry, and I didn't mean what I said. I just want you to know I would never even dare to think about betraying you like that, and I was an ass for what I did." Tom seemed to look everywhere but your eyes.
He couldn't bring himself to look at your mesmerizing hues for he was certain his shredded heart would be turned into dust.
"I don't even know why I said those things, I- I know this sounds like bullshit but I swear I really don't mean those things and you're the only person who I have my eyes on.
Please give me another chance I- I'll be better now, promise!" he trailed off and fearfully continued;
"But y'know if uh.. if you don't and wanna call it o-"
"Shut up Tom we're not breaking up." you sighed
"I know you said those to defend what you did, and it slipped out because of the heat of the moment. We all say shit we don't mean when mad, I understand. But what I don't understand is why you'd caress her cheek and look into her eyes like that?" your eyes examined his facial expressions and only saw genuine regret on his face. You hoped he'd look at your eyes and tell you directly why.
Hence, before his ready mouth started to explain; you tell him, "Tom, look into my eyes, please."
You caught the way the ball of his throat bopped up and down; swallowing his saliva. His eyes slowly trailed up from the table to your chest, neck, chin, nose, then eyes.
"She said she'd been a fan since the very beginning of the band's debut. She loved all us a lot, especially me. I asked her if meeting us was a dream come true, she said yeah, and we talked a bit more. Then she asked me to touch her face because she really couldn't believe that it was all happening, which I did."
Tom would look away from the two windows of your soul for a second before meeting again.
He was replied with silence; which kind of scared him.
"____? Please say something."
"For God's sake Tom, why didn't you just start with that last night when I brought it up?"
Tom rapidly blinked once, twice, thrice, then for the fourth time. "... I must've forgot to bring it up because I was so caught up in the moment."
You laughed; a true one, "You mean too focused into bringing my ex up?"
He was speechless by how just a second ago you were dead ass serious, and now crying laughing at what you said.
"Sorry, I'm done laughing now." you giggled before continuing, "Fine, I'll forgive you if you tell me where you went last night."
"I went back to my apartment and did some thinking how to make it up to you and slept there. I went out really early to buy groceries so i can cook your favourite food here."
It was your turn to be speechless.
"...You seriously did that?" you asked with doubt in your voice.
"Yeah, I mean the proof is on the table." Tom chuckled.
You said nothing and finally dug into the 5 star looking meal, soon your lover did as well.
"Sooo, are we good?" Tom hopefully asked after sipping his water from the cylinder glass.
"I guess so." you blessed him with a small smile to which he returned with a big one.
Conversation flowed naturally between you as you ate the savoury food.
If Tom didn't make it as a famous guitarist, he'd definitely be a winner in Hell's Kitchen.
After Tom cleaned put the dishes to the sink; you insisted to wash it since he cooked. He declined numerous times but it wasn't going anywhere since you're more stubborn than him.
"All right, fine. Only if you let me hug you from behind." Tom made a deal.
"Pshh, why're you asking as if you don't do that whenever I do shit in the kitchen?"
Tom rolled his eyes with a smirk drawn on his lips as a reply and proceeded to snake his large hands to your waist; then pressing his chest to your back and resting his chin on the crown of your head.
Nothing could be heard other than the clanking of pans, plates, and utensils, along with the flow of the running water from the faucet.
The comfortable verbal silence and physical contact was very much needed after a fight.
After drying your hands with a cloth; you walked towards the couch and sat with your boyfriend still embracing you from behind.
"What do you wanna watch?" you turned your head to the side to look up at his face.
"Whatever you want, I'm fine with anything." Tom looked down to your eyes, then lips.
Slowly, he leaned his fave closer to yours so he could taste your lips.
Once contact had been made; you couldn't help but melt even more to his touch and wrap your arms around his neck - and he couldn't help but deepen the kiss and caress your waist and back.
Soon enough, the passionate kiss had come to an end to catch their breaths.
"I love you so much. You know that, right?" Tom stared into her hues as the tip of their noses touched.
You slowly nodded and brought your hands up to his hollow cheeks, "I love you more." you said before pulling his face closer to kiss each other's lips once again.
Tom mumbled in-between the kisses, "I love you the most, sweetheart." before deepening it. His tongue soon entered your mouth and both your hands rubbed and caressed your bodies.
The hot post-fight make out session would last as long as half the length of the movie you played in the middle of the session; playing Atonement for the millionth time from your entire life.
After pulling your mouths away due to your jaws hurting; you slept and cuddled like babies.
Feeling the safest in each other's arms.
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the-scheme-system · 9 months
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I’ve noticed that it’s rather difficult to find medical kink content from the other perspective, well I’m here to provide.
Disclaimer: I hope it’s obvious but I am not an actual doctor. This is a fetish that I can’t control having, obviously I would never actually do this to someone.
Warnings: non-con, medical fetish, abuse of power dynamics, this doctor should not be licensed, a simultaneously great and terrible understanding of the medical system, clinical terminology such as “genitalia” and “vaginal canal”, sub has a vulva/vagina and they/them is used.
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To make it clear, I hardly desire physical contact at all. The idea of doing anything sexual with my own body disgusts me, the only pleasure I get from this is mental, which I feel somehow makes it more sadistic.
I walk down the hallway towards the exam room, reading through the chart and smirking under my mask. I stop in front of the door, straighten my back and clear my throat. I knock firmly and wait a few seconds before walking in.
“Good morning, I’m Dr. Chisaki, you must be (name)”
After getting a nod from the nurse opposite me, I look over at our patient. Observing how they look away from my gaze, playing with their fingers and shifting uncomfortably. I lean over the desk and double check the information on my computer before turning back to them. From this point, my focus should solely be on the clinical aspects. For a while I was ashamed to admit any enjoyment I got from this. What kind of doctor would feel this way about their patients? I should be ashamed of myself. But I’m not. Any shame left me a long time ago, and at this point I rationalize it to myself by saying it’s normal to enjoy your job. Right?
I take my place at the end of the exam table, glancing quickly to the nurse and then down at the instrument tray. I grab and begin to put on the exam gloves, the patient noticeably reacts to this. Seeming more uncomfortable as time goes on. The nurse squeezes their hand gently, the patient starts to relax, but suddenly someone is calling for the nurse from the hall.
“Oh dear- I’ll just be a second I’m so sorry-“ she rushes out.
I follow her, glancing out the door as she exits. Before slyly locking it behind her. I turn back to my patient, who looks a lot more concerned
“Now, shall we begin?”
The patient seems too nervous to protest as I make my way back, changing my gloves after having touched the lock.
I ask them to lay back, to just try to relax and that this will be over as soon as possible. Gently at first, I try to spread their legs. They hesitate, so I become a bit more firm. I notice them close their eyes and I will admit I silently chuckle to myself,
“For some people it’s easier to have their eyes closed and for some it’s easier to have them open. Do whichever makes you feel more comfortable, but I will advise you most first time patients prefer to be able to see what I’m doing.”
Their eyes slowly open as I lift the gown, a gloved finger gently tracing along their labia. Their breath hitches and I feel them tense
“Please just try to relax”
I begin to gently press it into them, slowly, watching for any pain or reaction at all. They squirm a bit, looking away from me, but I can feel how they’re actually feeling. Surprisingly wet, I’m able to push another finger in with little effort. This causes more of a reaction though. They gasp slightly then immediately turn their head away, squeezing their eyes shut. They may try to ignore that, but I can’t ignore how they clenched down at first. I begin to slowly move my fingers, gently pushing in and curling them. They try to not react, and for a few seconds they’re successful, but as I push my fingers deeper a moan draws from their lips.
I make no visible reaction, but I’m smiling under the mask. I begin to focus on moving deeper, I am actually performing an exam after all. Two fingers continuing to thrust and curl inside of them, I start to look over and examine the external genitalia with my other hand. Deciding it would be best if I also examine clitoral function while I’m here. Thumb pressing gently into it, I feel them clench more. They attempt to close their legs but I firmly redirect it. Giving them a warning glare, the first time I’ve really bothered to make eye contact. They look more scared at that, but it’s quickly overshadowed but my hands getting back to work.
I’ve learned in this job that consistency is what causes an orgasm. A predictable rhythm their body can fall into. And before they even realize it, they’ll be cumming around my fingers. Not this one though, this one was actually enjoying it. I could tell they were still trying very hard to hold back, but at a certain point instinct takes over. The way their body would jerk, the noises they attempted to stifle, all of it led to me leaning over them further than normal, hand planted next to their head. Looking down at them, watching them unravel. They shyed away from me, and I continued. It didn’t take very much longer, I let them close their legs this time. They reached up to cover their mouth, and came on my exam table. Shaking, crying, gripping onto whatever they could reach. Looking up at me for guidance
“You did wonderfully” I reassure.
They nod a bit and look away, I slowly remove my fingers and stand straight beside them. Carefully removing the gloves and washing my hands thoroughly.
“I’ll give you a few minutes to clean up while I record my findings, I’ll return in about five minutes. You’re welcome to either leave when you’re done and receive the results through email, or you can wait here and we can discuss them in person.”
They nod and I make my exit, walking down the hall and spotting my nurse. She was sitting at her desk, charting. She glances up for a moment and I see her quirk a brow at me, I nod at her. We both knew she wasn’t coming back into that exam room.
I sit down at my desk and begin to chart
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Patient Name: Date of Birth:
Exam Date: Conducting Physician:
Supervising Physician:
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“Exam progressed as usual with no incidents. No significant or abnormal findings within the vaginal canal. No significant or abnormal findings on the cervix. Clitoris was found to be significantly more sensitive than normal. Will advise patient of methods to reduce or cope with this.”
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I grab my laptop and return to the room. The patient remains, having dressed themselves and sitting patiently on the table. I sit down on my stool, crossing my legs and place the laptop on my lap.
“I’m glad you decided to stay, I do have a few findings to discuss with you.” They look a bit nervous again.
“Overall everything went well during your exam. Everything internally is normal and no cause for concern” the nervousness fades and is replaced with confusion, I continue “well, I found that your clitoris is a lot more sensitive than expected. There’s nothing wrong with this, and it’s nothing that will cause any significant health impacts. However, especially now that you’re aware of it, it may lead to discomfort or, well, let’s say be a bit of a distraction. Don’t worry, there are ways to help. My usual recommendation is physical therapy.”
“and what would that entail?” They speak for the first time, softly
Once again I smile under my mask
“Essentially it would be what we did today, but with a lot more focus and intensity.”
Their eyes widen but it doesn’t seem to be fear anymore
“I would like to see you back within two weeks to begin treatment, I have an appointment available next week at the same time.”
They hesitate
“But if that’s too long to wait, I do make house calls.”
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tommydarlings · 1 year
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Save a horse, ride a cowboy | a.b
pairing: dom!cowboy!austin x sub!reader
warnings: smut, chocking, mirror sex
w/c: 1.1k
summary: 'Save a horse, ride a cowboy' is a saying that’s been in your mind for quite a long time already and you were always able to resist your wild fantasy… until now.
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As soon as you saw your boyfriend, Austin, wearing his light brown cowboy hat that he was allowed to keep after a photo shot, you knew that it was over for you.
You talked about the term 'roleplaying' with your friends before, but never with Austin. It’s not that you are ashamed of admitting that you want to try it with him, but you just didn’t know how to bring this kind of conversation up…
Hey baby, could you please pretend to be a cowboy from Texas and fuck me?
Hey sweetheart, why don’t you let me ride you in that nice little cowboy hat that you got?
To be honest — the saying 'save a horse, ride a cowboy, doesn’t exist for no reason… right?
You dreamed of it, fantasised of it, even thought about while he was fucking you — but you just never knew how to approach him and tell him your biggest wish.
Until today.
“I really like this place.” You told your boyfriend of about only 5 months while you let your eyes explore the fancy place that Austin picked out for tonight’s date night.
An old, rather small, restaurant that carries the perfect Texas/Cowboy vibe.
The perfect occasion for Austin to wear his shirt covered in blue and white flowers, paired with a normal black jeans and dark brown cowboy boots.
You were literally about to scream.
“Yeah, me too, I love this cowboy vibe, they really designed all of that, perfectly.” Austin explained with a tiny grin on his oh so soft lips.
You smiled at your boyfriend who’s sitting right at the opposite site of the small wooden table, gently putting your menu card back down after you decided to go for the classic, chicken wings with the good old barbecue sauce.
“Chicken wings with barbecue sauce?” The handsome man in the cowboy outfit, which is by the way making you feel feral, asked you.
You nodded, “yep.”
“Me too.” The waiter quickly then came and wrote your orders down before he left your table again.
“Have I already told you that you look drop dead gorgeous, my love?” He asked you, leaning his chin on your palm as he admired you with those ocean blue eyes.
You giggled, “Yes, like a thousand times already, sweetheart.” You replied.
For today’s date night, you picked a cute summer dress paired with a brown leather jacket and brown cowboy boots, basically matching with your handsome boyfriend who’s eyes just can’t seem to leave your figure.
“Good, because you really do look stunning, my pretty girl.” Austin whispered, hand reaching up to brush a piece of hair behind your ear as you smiled and bit your lip.
His smile slightly dropped, “Don’t do that.”
You furrowed your brows at his sudden change, “Don’t do what?” You curiously asked him.
“Don’t bite your lip, not here.” He muttered before you saw in the corner of your eye that the waiter already made his way over to your table.
“Sorry.” You mumbled with a smile before he nodded winked at you, making you blush before you two started to enjoy your chicken wings.
- - -
“Are you sure that you're okay? You looked a bit tensed up tonight, suga.” Your sweet (and unimaginable hot, handsome and sexy) boyfriend asked you as soon as he started the engine of his black Cadillac and drove you two home.
You gulped, squeezing your thighs together before you briefly glanced over into the direction of your boyfriend.
“Yeah, no, I-I mean, yes, I am o-okay.” You said as you slowly brushed your hands over your dress right above your panties, desperately trying to hide the fact that your are unbelievably horny right now.
Austin smirked and bit his lip as he noticed how your hands clutched onto your pretty dress that he bought you a few days ago.
After he caught your starring up at his brown cowboy hat, he started to speed through the noisy streets of California like a mad man, hands having the thin wheel in a tight grip as you gulped and furrowed your brows.
You waited in your seat as soon as you arrived at home, knowing that Austin gets a bit mad every time when you open the car door by yourself since he always says that a real gentleman always opens the car door for his beautiful women.
“Here you go, sweetness.” He mumbled after opening your door and offering you his hand to take it and intertwining your fingers with his.
You smiled up at your man, “thank you, baby.”
“No problem, my love.” He said before he fished his key out of the pocket of his black jeans and swiftly opened the big door, letting you enter first.
While Austin helped you out of your jacket, you though about only one thing.
Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
And which moment would be better than this one now? Exactly, none. You’ll never know when he’s gonna wear this outfit ever again.
Austin came up behind you and pulled your back further onto his chest as his long arms slung themselves around your waist, thumb slowly caressing your skin.
“Austin?” You shyly spoke up, eyes now looking at him through the mirror.
“Yes, pretty girl.”
“Do you know the saying, 'save a horse, ride a cowboy'?”
Austin’s thumb suddenly stopped caressing your skin, arms now falling off of your waist before his big palms grabbed your hips, squeezing them while he gazed at you through the big mirror.
He gulped as you saw how his eyes got darker, “Of course I do, baby.” He answered. You nodded as you heard his raspy voice answering your question, not daring to say anything else as you started to blush.
Suddenly, Austin walked backwards, pulling your standing figure with him until the two of you landed onto the small red couch that’s placed right in front of the mirror.
Oh, that’s why he placed the mirror right in front of the couch.
His hands were still gently placed on your hips before you felt his mouth hovering above your ear, nose running along your red cheek.
“You wanna ride me while I’m dressed as a cowboy?” He asked you softly, hand now slowly making its way down to his belt, slowly opening it.
You couldn’t form a sentence right now, so you nodded.
“I wanna hear words out of that pretty and useful mouth, suga, words.” He replied to your nod, making you gasp as soon as he slid his jeans and boxers down and revealed his big erection.
Your hands had a rather tight grip onto your boyfriends jeans, “Yes, I w-wanna ride you.” You quietly told him.
“Go on, sweetheart.” Hips giving you a tiny thrust, making you aware of his erection as his hands slowly lifted your dress.
“dressed as a cowboy.” You finished the sentence in a soft and quiet tone. Austin proudly nodded,
“Then let’s save a horse and ride a cowboy, huh?” He mumbled into your ear before he gave the side of your neck a tiny peck and removed your already wet panties.
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giosnape · 6 months
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Annoyances of a tormented mind
Content: NSFW, smut, oc has a vagina, fingering, dom snape, severus x oc.
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Severus Snape was a man bored with his monotonous life characterized by unsatisfying, sometimes very dangerous commitments and his damn classes.
During the preparations of potions by his hard-working little dick bees, his students, he had the opportunity to rest his limbs by reading a few books or enjoying watching the faces of desperate young students.
On that particular day, he noticed the absorbed gaze of a seventh-year student persistently watching him.
Fuck, he cursed inwardly because those eyes meant only one thing: student in love with her professor.
God, he hated teaching senior students for this reason as well.
The sexual desires of those young minds were amplified because of hormones.
He often punished testosterones with legs (a nickname he used for 16/17-year-old boys) touching the buttocks or breasts of their classmates.
Unfortunately, the worst part was quite another.
The female students who looked at his trouser flap with explicit interest.
Severus was a man who had a strict morality and work ethic.
Many of his colleagues would have taken advantage of those buxom young female students, but he ...
Oh, no.
He was simply fascinated by their change in behavior due to growth hormones.
He wasn't going to be their fucking guinea pig.
Severus came back to reality as with satisfaction he detected the classic burning smell of a cauldron.
"Rogers, your ability to collect T's in my subject matter is admirable. I am extremely moved, you can clean up the mess you made and get out of the classroom."
The seventh-year girl continued to admire him, and Severus felt slightly uncomfortable.
Screw it.
He had to do something to interrupt that unwelcome attention, and while maintaining eye contact with the student he used legilimency.
The truth hit him like a boulder: she was madly in love with him and could not help but desire him in the most daring and lustful ways possible.
Severus was observing, as if he were an omniscient narrator, a forbidden daydream of his student.
Stunned by those extremely lustful and erotic images he pushed away the mental contact he had made.
Damn it, he had been punished by his own curiosity.
He was ashamed of his own carnal desires because he felt his cock pulling in the flap of his pants.
An erection during a class like a horny teenager.
How he hated his body and those students.
They were not human beings but demons disguised as innocent souls to preserve appearances.
Severus keeping his usual icy and detached expression managed to finish the lesson.
His fervent Slytherin wit within minutes concocted a plan to indirectly punish the shamelessness of the student who had dared to give him that unexpected erection.
The plan unfolded in a matter of seconds, and with a deft movement, thanks to his decades of espionage activities, he placed in the girl's bag a small harmless vial that could be mistaken as ordinary pumpkin juice.
It was actually a potion that procured very vivid and almost real dreams.
Severus smiled smugly as he saw the hardworking little bees leave his classroom.
The girl would have died of frustration if she ever dared to dream of him in such daring positions again.
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Unfortunately, the seventh-year student fell into her potions master's trap.
She unknowingly drank the contents of the vial believing it to be pumpkin juice forgotten for some reason in her bag.
She drank it to refresh herself during a particularly tiring reading of a book recommended by McGonagall for achieving a good grade for the N.E.W.T. final exam in her subject.
Suddenly the young woman felt her eyelids heavy and fell placidly asleep as she took one last look at the stars in Hogwarts Park with her back resting against a tree trunk.
She regretted to admit it, but in recent months the frequency of erotic dreams with her Potions master had increased exponentially.
In the morning when she woke up, she was a mess. Flaming face, sweat and that uncomfortable feeling between her legs.
Her intimacy moaned because she yearned to be satisfied by the professor's cock that she craved with all her soul.
She simply wanted to climb on top of his manly pelvis to impale herself and take what she needed.
She longed for his cock; she already knew it would fill her to perfection to the depths of her being.
She was certain that behind those cold, disenchanted eyes lurked a passionate man.
Conscious that she was dreaming she looked at Snape defiantly.
At least in the realm of Morpheus she could be daring and he... was the object of her games even if that dream was different from previous ones.
It seemed deliciously but also painfully true.
"Miss, you've got the process wrong again. What shall I do with you?" the potions master's voice reached her.
"Oh professor, you are right I am not good at preparing this potion. Why don't you punish me?" she whispered eagerly.
She noticed how she advanced with agility while her companions paid no attention to the two of them since they were focused on the cauldrons. After all, it was a dream and she was accountable to no one for her actions.
Severus without any grace lifted the skirt of her uniform and placed his elegant hand on her back to impart a gentle pressure.
The girl smiled excitedly as she leaned back against the work table and felt him fumbling with the zipper of his pants.
"You need a punishment, Miss," he whispered in her ear and teased her by biting her earlobe.
"So naughty and eager like a whore" the sound she perceived shortly after was one of pure bliss.
The professor slapped one of her buttocks.
She bit her lower lip as she spread her legs wider waiting for him.
She moved her butt back and forth to incite him.
He reached down with his hands, taking her white briefs, continued to move them down her thighs, toward her knees, unhurriedly. She trembled like a twig in the wind, uncontrolled.
"Squeeze hard" he freed her from the briefs and brushed between her legs.
His fingers played on her, making her play like a musical instrument, massaging her where she pulsed the hardest.
She wordlessly begged him.
He locked her waist with purely masculine force and sank inside her with a smooth thrust.
The sound of her wet pussy was deafening as Severus began to move without gentleness.
They were passionate, fierce thrusts driven by primal instincts.
"Fuck, how wet you are. I could fuck you all day and never get tired" he whispered in her ear in a voice laced with desire and with a curious northern inflection.
The work table began to shake as the thrusts of Severus's pelvis increased in intensity.
With a manly hand he pulled back her long hair and bit her neck as if he wanted to brand her.
Their pelvis were fused into each other, thrusting and interlocking to rob them of reason.
They had become like the wind: swaying, flapping, and finally the rhythm made sense.
Their animalistic passion turned into rapid, thoughtless flow, total in pleasure.
Like a mad accordion, panting, she bent with her whole body against the table, for Severus did not stop moving. She trembled, her legs like two blocks of marble, taking one last solo of sensation.
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She awoke with her back still resting on the tree trunk. She had fallen asleep suddenly while reading and after drinking that strange pumpkin juice.
She raised her head to gaze at the stars.
Majestic, shining and mighty in their solitude.
Just like Him...
She decided to get up because she felt her body sweating and trembling.
Another dream.
She was too excited to make any sound of frustration.
"Fucking Snape" she whispered through clenched teeth.
She hoped.
She wanted.
She yearned.
She demanded.
He.
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dungeonpuppykai · 7 months
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OMG PROUD NO MORE IS THE HOTTEST THING IVE EVER READ PART 2 pls im on my knees
AHHHH! I am so glad you liked it! Since requests aren't open and I cannot do a drabble or oneshot rn, here's a little something I whipped up. Sorry if you had something specific in mind (you can always talk about it 🥴)
Note: This is a part 2-ish headcanon of my ABO oneshot Proud No More.
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Warning(s): Dub-con, dark enhanced!Alpha Steve, Alpha!Reader, mean!Steve and dark stuff. Browse at your own discretion. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
After the events of part 1, Y/n remains curled in his legs on the floor after cleaning up and bringing everyone their drinks. 
Steve is drinking his as he discusses the sport on the tv with the other Alphas.
She whimpers each time their eyes meet, him sitting on the couch with his legs spread, her snuggled up to them underneath him. 
Her whole body is wrapped around his but he is not touching her at all.
His blue eyes are so cold to the puppy eyes she is looking at him with. 
He knows it. 
He can see it.
Smell it.
She wants it.
Needs him.
Inside.
So, so bad.
Y/n spends the remainder of the time peppering soft apologetic kisses to his knees, legs and thighs, hoping to earn some mercy.
Because Steve is the worst when it came to denying her where she needs him most. 
Which is his go to punishment for her besides spanking. 
She doesn't even care about the rest of the pack looking at her anymore. 
Pleasing him so he would fuck her pussy numb is the only objective on her mind now.
But Steve doesn't falter.
The Alpha Supreme is a master of endurance.
She's so desperate by the time they finally leave the packhouse and walk towards his vintage Camaro. 
Her eyes are glossy and lips only slightly pouty (because Steve doesn't tolerate brats and she's trying her best to not piss him off more than she already has) when he orders her to go over to get inside with a brief nod towards the vehicle.
She whines just a little, trying to move his hand (that she's desperately holding tight between both of hers) towards her aching core. 
Yes, she forgets all rationality when she's needy. 
What is remaining of her bottoms is covered in a wet mess of her slick and his cum. 
But one sharp look from Steve has her scurrying away to the backseat, not wanting another punishment.
Whenever Y/n acts out, she loses the passenger Princess privilege. 
Because Alpha doesn't like to look at sorry misbehaving puppies.
So she's sniffling and hiccupping as she moves to the back of the car before settling her very sore ass on the seat.
Her head lowers itself as her cheeks burn in humiliation.
He has a way of making her feel so small and pathetic.
Her form feels so tiny against the leather seat right now.
As if she's nothing but a small kicked puppy.
Fuck.
She can not decide if it's the inferior Alpha in her or if she actually feels sorry. 
But all her senses are wrenching with regret.
The stunt was completely unnecessary and not worth it at all.
She's quiet and ashamed behind him, pulling her best sorry puppy expression. 
The Superior Alpha starts the car and drives it off the porch onto the main road.
It is after a few minutes that her whimpers start to get louder to try and attract his attention.
Needy eyes shoot pleading glances up at the blonde man, knowing that he can feel them through the bond.
Steve continues to ignore her, still irritated by the antic she pulled in the packhouse. 
It will take her days of worship and cocksucking to make him happy again.
It always does.
He is very hard to please. 
Until then, the Supreme Alpha will, no doubt, be even stricter than usual.
Calling her out on the smallest of slip ups, punishing her for even breathing the wrong way, denying her as much physical touch as possible (she doesn't like to admit it but the puppy in her is always making her pathetically cuddle into one of his limbs). 
The cruelest cold shoulder. 
It has happened before.
And only Y/n is to blame for it happening again.
Yes, no matter what Steve does to her, she always dry orgasms. 
It is just the effect he has on her.
But nothing compares to his touch down there. 
Nothing, no orgasm, ever satisfies her more than the one his cock fucks out of her. 
And until she can have one of those, she can neither think nor function right. 
On days when she has to face denial as a consequence of her own actions, his dick is all she can think about. 
Even if she refuses to admit it.
That is where the punishment aspect comes in. 
Steve knows how hopeless her body is for his touch.
24/7.
She can lie to herself all she wants.
But Y/n cannot change the effect the bond has on her.
And that's exactly why he uses her everywhere but in her pussy following an episode of her acting out.
The begging, sobbing, kneeling, writhing, hissing, worshipping and trembling for his mercy strokes his ego in the best way.
Nothing makes him harder than all the promises she desperately makes.
All the ungodly things he makes her say.
Because she gets so cock starved during these punishments that she is always willing to do whatever he wants in the end.
Anything at all. 
Just so he would fuck her like the puppy that she is.
Fuck her until she has basically lost consciousness.
Only to make her thank him once she comes back up.
Every time. 
How her pride gradually breaks down.
Peeling away from her stiff form like the clothes that he makes her strip out of. 
There is no better sight or feeling.
To him, that state looks the best on her.
She's so fragile and vulnerable for him then.
It is perfect. 
She is perfect.
When she is proud no more.
Compliant and respectful on her knees. 
Stroking his ego and kissing his feet.
Steve smirks to himself as he turns a corner, refusing to look at the crying mess of drool and cum hanging by his seat.
He has turned a deaf ear to her pleads. 
But his monstrous knot is so worked up by how she's doing her best to remain as silent as possible because she is not allowed to be loud especially when interacting with her Alpha. 
Yet, every part of her body is aching for him (he can feel it through their bond) so bad that she cannot stop the begging even if she wants to. 
It is impossible for her to sit silently (as is expected of her).
Thus piling more and more punishment for herself.
Steve is not complaining though.
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𝓘 𝓕𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓜𝔂 𝓑𝓸𝓭𝔂 𝓔𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓬
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Pornstar Neteyam x Reader
A/N: The idea came unexpectedly and I couldn't get it out of my head, too intrigued with it. I'm not sure if someone doesn't already come up with this idea in this franchise, but I really couldn't help but write it. I was thinking intensively between choosing Jake or Neteyam, and ended up writing for both, so let me know if you'd be interested in seeing the second version.
I hope you will have pleasant time reading this. Remember that english is not my first language, mistakes may or will occur. It's smut so minors do not interact.  
*Characters are aged up.
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She was starting to have second thoughts, but she couldn't back down, she needed the money more than she wanted to admit. If she had just a little more time, maybe she wouldn't be so desperate, maybe she wouldn't be breaking boundaries she would have never crossed.
Stroking her knuckles, she stared at the white sheets beneath her as if it would hold every answer to the questions that troubled her. But the truth quickly reached her, snatching her from the safe embrace of her thoughts.
People around her were in their own worlds, but it happened that she became the center of everyone's attention, after all, she was the most important, the cameras and lights were directed at her.
But that changed when a new person walked through the door, a man.
He was tall, towering over virtually everyone, making her feel like a prey. His hands were large and his fingers long, making everything in his hands feel small. His chest was muscular, looking as if it had been shaped by Michelangelo himself. His face was...beautiful. He wasn't just handsome. In her eyes he was just as beautiful. The accents on his face seemed soft, his eyes large, shining like the brightest of lights. He caught her with them, making her sink deeper and deeper. He decide to look at her fully, now making her feel as if she was being devoured by him.
The stranger focused on how she was sitting on the bed, on how she was hiding in herself. Her tiny body was adorned with white lace that wrapped around her like a second skin, giving her even more innocence, even more impeccability. Her hair was loose, letting it fall lazily over her shoulders, cascading down her back. Her slender neck, so smooth and soft, made him want to mark her, destroy its perfection. Her eyes sparkling with curiosity and fright contrasted with each other, giving him the impression that before him was a wild doe, so elusive, so majestic.
As he approached her, he kept his eyes on her, watching every little move she made, until he sat down in front of her, covering her with his entire body.
-I am Neteyam - he said, turning his attention to her and her alone.
-Y/n - she replied quietly, suddenly flustered by his gaze, trying hard to focus on anything else.
-Is this your first time? - he asked carefully, tucking a lost strand of hair behind her ear.
-Yes - she whispered sheepishly, lowering her head slightly, realizing that what was happening was real and true and only now it hit her with an impetus so intense that it took the breath from her chest.
Neteyam took her chin gently lifting it up, his thumb stroking her soft skin, feeling its smoothness under his finger.
-You have nothing to be ashamed of - he assured her, sending her a soothing smile, as if he was approaching a wounded and scared animal, trying to calm it down at all cost - Everyone started something to be able to continue it.
-Thank you ... I just never expected that I would end up like this - she confessed, frowning slightly, a habit she acquired when she was worried -I'm sorry... I didn't mean it to sound like that - she added almost immediately, blushing slightly.
-You don't have to say sorry pretty girl - he said.
Y/n let silence fall between them. She didn't know how she could keep up a conversation with a man she didn't know, whom she had never seen before. She only knew that he would come, that he would be the one with whom she would make love so soon and she knew it was him, she didn't have to guess, she saw it in his eyes, in his posture.
-Have you...have you done this before? - she asked after a long moment, avoiding his gaze.
-Yeah - he murmured in confirmation, not making her wait for an answer - I'll take care of you, sweet girl. I know it can be scary for virgins sometimes.
-Virgins? - she interjected, her eyes widening with fear flashing inside them as she was caught in her little lie - How...how do you know that?
Neteyam laughed under his breath, then came even closer to her, brushing her earlobe with his lips.
-I'll know a virgin when I see one - he replied honestly, purring in her ear like a cat - The question that bothers me is how a sweet girl like you decides to play in a porn when she has no sexual experience. Didn't you want your first time to be...special?
-I stopped thinking about it and didn't come back to it ever since - she confessed, finally having the courage to meet his gaze , causing him to back away, but he quickly returned to his previous spot, so close to her that he could smell the moringa lotion on her skin.
-I'll make it special - he said, and the shadow of the promise hung between them -Just promise me you'll let yourself feel good. Don't think, let the sensations consume you, okay?
-I promise - she whispered before the people around her began to move and fall silent, some even leaving.
The man grabbed her waist, lifting her as if she weighed as much as a feather. Placing her on his muscular thighs, he squeezed her flesh, grabbing her jaw with his free hand to make her stop watching what was going on around them, instead ordering her to come back to him.
-Focus on me, just me - he whispered to her, before a loud voice from one of the women echoed through the room, which meant she couldn't back down anymore, that everything was about to throw itself at her and she had to take it.
Neteyam's hands were practically everywhere. She could feel them on her shoulders, on her arms, on her ribs, pelvis, and covered breasts, which became the main focus of his attention. Touching and squeezing them, when he assaulted her lips with his, kissing her so sensually and passionately that Y/n forgot to breathe almost losing consciousness.
His long fingers deftly shed the garment that protected her chest from exposure, reveling in the firmness of her skin and the way she shivered as he hooked over her nipples, nudging them teasingly.
-Ahh - she whimpered, burying her face in the crook of his neck, her fingernails scraping his broad shoulders, being already so sensitive even though he hadn't fully touched her yet.
-Feels good? - he asked, kissing her jaw with full, wet kisses, marking the way to the hollow of her neck.
-Yes - she panted, moving her hips slightly as she felt her underwear getting wetter.
-And it's just the beginning pretty girl - he said, placing her body on the mattress beneath them.
He hovered over woman, looking down at her, immobilizing her and preventing any movement, leaving her helpless to watch and wait. But the man didn't keep her waiting long. His lips quickly met those of Y/n, so soft and full, that almost called to him, not letting him go, making him feel almost drunk.
With his fingertips, he traced a path through her body, leaving behind an electrifying sensation that melted on the toes of her feet.
Her underwear was wet, so wet that Neteyam growled into her mouth, feeling her swollen folds through the damp material, rubbing it even more over her womanhood, making her moan as she felt a sudden burning sensation of pleasure.
He lifted the white fabric with two fingers, wanting to feel her with nothing in between, teasing her clit with his thumb, squeezing and massaging it, making her legs tremble and clench in a desperate attempt to deepen the pleasure while trying to escape from it at the same time.
-Spread your legs baby - he ordered, kissing down the column of her neck, she in response obeyed his command without objection revealing herself - Good girl, so good - he praised her, sucking the skin near her collarbones, getting his fingers dangerously close to her entrance.
Y/n couldn't control her body as she lifted her hips up, she let her body decide but her mind was still her enemy, reminding her where she was, what she was doing. Looking to the side, she met the camera but quickly changed the direction she was looking before clenching the sheets in her fists, trying to escape with her mind somewhere no one would see her.
-Don't look there, look at me - Teyam whispered into her ear, entering her warm center with his fingers, feeling her hot canal tightening on him almost immediately, not allowing him to go any further - Exactly like that...fuck...how many fingers do you used when you touched yourself? - he asked, growling.
She didn't answer as her body burst into flames. She couldn't control herself, she couldn't control what possessed her body. Embracing his neck, she clung to him, moaning loudly, that was the last warning before his fingers and hand were coated in a clear liquid, staining the bed beneath them.
Y/n covered her face with her hands, panting, trying to calm her breathing. She didn't pay attention to anything, as if the whole world had ceased to exist, only the man's strong hands that grabbed her naked hips, making her wrap her legs around his neck, brought back a bit of sobriety in her mind . Looking at him with eyes clouded with desire, she met his, which flashed with something dark and at the same time so desirable.
-Neteyam - she said in a hoarse voice but he was silent, moving agonizingly slowly to her swollen folds that were still spasming from her orgasm that had been torn from her seconds ago - Nete...ah! - without finishing the sentence, she screamed as he bit her inner thigh as if he were eating a sweet dessert, tasting it, then soothing the wound with his tongue, being so close to the place that called to him.
And he answered that plea.
Dipping his tongue into her, he caressed her, kissing and sucking, his teeth gliding over her sensitive labia. Attacking her womanhood like a hungry animal, Neteyam was incredibly precise, knowing exactly where to touch and what to avoid, how much force to push on her and what to focus on. His experience was both an salvation and a curse, but her swollen clitoris nonetheless begged for more. Denying the pain that tore through her by the frequency and pressure of impending release.
Fire in her belly from smoldering began to spread again, but this time it was stronger, stronger if that was even possible. Her toes clenched tight, and euphoria spilled over her body, making the image in front of her eyes blurry.
-So sweet, so so sweet - the man murmured, licking the last drops of her juices as if they were from a precious source - You'll be a good girl and let me fuck you now, won't you?
-Anything...anything you want - she said breathlessly, letting him move her however he wanted, however he desired.
-You're going to ride me now sweet girl, you'll gonna make yourself feel good - he informed her as his member nudged her entrance, which was tightening again and again, inviting him inside so desperately.
-Yes...yes - she stammered, chasing his lips, greeting them with a lazy and slow kiss, tangling her slender fingers through his hair.
Man, grabbing the flesh of her thighs, entered her slowly, unable to wait a minute longer. His shaft was so big, so thick, that Y/n felt like something was tearing her from the inside, feeling him in her tummy. So deep she couldn't breathe properly.
The movements of his loins were slow yet powerful and deep at the same time, kissing her cervix alternately with pounding on the spongy point that made her walls clench so tightly that no matter how hard he pressed, he couldn't move. Y/n came out to meet him, trying to catch up with him, trying to catch the sweet release that had been given to her so many times that day by the man who held her so close.
She no longer felt the need to earn money, she no longer felt fear, she didn't felt uncertainty. All that was left was a wild lust and a desire to take more and more.
-That's it baby , ride me however you want. My cock is yours, use it, use it however you want baby. You're doing so well for me - said Neteyam, bending down to graze her ample breasts.
Young woman arched her back, exposing herself completely, wanting him to touch her and not stop, never stop.
It was so deliciously addictive, so prohibitively good.
Then she felt it, felt a mass of heat flooding her belly. She didn't know anymore whether it was her body that gave her that electrifying heat or maybe it was Teyam's warmth, but she accepted it, she accepted everything.
And god...she loved it.
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That Brunch
So I'm still skirting round filling the requests in my inbox - they're crawling their way to completion, but my muse is flitting between ideas, hence, I've somehow ended up with another little follow up to a previous fic Between The Lines.
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“You promised you’d tell me!”
Melissa could feel a blush that couldn’t be blamed on the mimosas creeping up her cheeks.  So far, she’d largely managed to avoid bringing up the subject of how you and she had managed to get together, but Barb was right.  She had indeed promised her the whole story.
“You at least have to tell me who made the first move.”
The red head felt her blush deepening.  She ducked her head, biting her lip as she tried to figure out the best way to tell her friend the story of you and her.  It wasn’t that she was ashamed of your relationship.  Not at all.  But she was perhaps slightly embarrassed by throwing herself at you lips first. 
“You did?” grinned the kindergarten teacher, not needing Melissa to speak to read her answer in her reaction.  “Oh now you really do need to tell me.”
It was with a fond smile that Melissa finally looked back up at her friend.  “Well, you know we’d been spending time together, lunches, the farmer’s market, that kinda thing?  All platonic at that point!  Anyway at some point I must have mentioned a book that I read years ago, and that if I came across it I’d love to read it again.  I’d almost forgotten about it, but then one day she comes in and hands me the book.  She’d seen it in some second hand store and picked it up.  It was such a small thing, but I dunno, it just…something shifted and I stood up and kissed her then and there.  I didn’t even think about it, I just kissed her.”
Barb looks across at her friend, drinking in every word.  She takes in the soft, warm tone of her voice, the matching smile and sees that her friend is absolutely smitten. 
“I mean once I realised what I was doing I bricked it, went to run outta there, but she just put her hand on my arm, said if a book was all it took to get me to kiss her she hoped it had a sequel,” she finished softly, picking up her glass, almost hiding behind it. 
“I know you’re not going to like it, but I’m calling the whole thing cute,” smiles the older woman.  She laughs as Melissa scrunches her nose in disapproval.  This wasn’t her usual story of flirting her way into a fling, or being flattered enough by someone coming into her to spend the night with them.  This was different.  “You look happy with her, even talking about her.”
“I am happy,” admits Melissa quietly.  “And I am sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.  I didn’t tell anyone.  I was in this little bubble where it was all great and I didn’t want that to burst.”
“And then the funeral happened.”
“And then the funeral happened,” nodded the red head.  “That, let me tell you was an intense way to meet the family.”
Barb held up her empty glass, signalling the waitress to bring a refill.  She watched as her friend promptly emptied her own glass and also held it aloft.  It wasn’t called a bottomless brunch for nothing and this was a story best told with a drink in hand.
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“Y/N?”
You look up from your book to see an older man standing beside the open window of your car.  Or rather, Melissa’s truck.  “Uh, yeah?”
“Sorry, I just recognised the truck,” said the man.  “I’m Gerald, Barbara’s husband.”
Quickly setting down your book, you turn your attention to the man.  “Gerald!  I’ve heard only good things.”
“I’m pleased to report so have I.  Barb speaks very highly of you.”
“Then consider me flattered,” you tell him honestly.  “Really.”
He smiles at you.  “She thinks you’re good for Melissa.”
That you were not expecting, and you find your mouth hanging open in surprise.  “She does?”
“She does,” he nods.  “And having seen Melissa recently, and seeing you now, I find I have to agree.”
At this, you frown.
“Can I be honest?”
You nod.
“I never liked Joe.  More precisely, I never liked the way he treated Melissa.  He was crass, selfish, downright cruel sometimes.  If he ever had to collect her, he’d pull up and if she wasn’t outside waiting for him, he’d be barging in and practically dragging her out.  That or he’d drive off and leave her.”
Your frown only deepens.  “He did what?”  The thought of ever just driving away and leaving Melissa standing alone and abandoned hurts you to even consider. 
“Yeah,” nodded Gerald.  “Lost count of the times I’d take her home or take her back with Barb and I if she knew it was going to be stormy night and she didn’t have it in her to face it.”
Your frown gives way to sadness at the thought of Melissa not even wanting to go home.  “Thank you,” is what you say, after a pause.  “For being there for her.”
The smile he gives you is wide and genuine.  “I think I like you.”
“Feeling’s mutual,” you smile back, the moment broken by a loud peel of familiar laughter.  You both turn to see Barb and Melissa stumbling out of the restaurant, clearly having tested the ‘bottomless’ aspect of brunch to its limits. 
“You let her drive?” laughed Barb as she caught sight of the two of you, leaning on Melissa for support.  “Sure she’s old enough?”
The red head slapped her friend’s arm for her cheek.  “Hey!”
You and Gerald share an amused smile as the pair continue to make their way across the car park.  The make slow progress, but they make it.  In between many hugs and promises to do another brunch soon, the pair of you get your respective partners into your vehicles without incident.
Waiting at the junction, you turn to look at the read head. 
“I love drunk Barb,” she grins.  “She gets sassy.”  She turns to face you, her head lolling against the head rest.  “I love you too.”
You lean across to press a kiss to her lips, ignoring the honking of the car behind you.  “Love you more.”  You mean it too.  This woman crossed continents with you to be by your side during your grandmother’s funeral.  She faced meeting your family at the worst possible time.  Asked nothing in return.  And here she is, happy all because you waited outside for a few minutes to collect her from lunch.
This woman deserves the stars, and while you might not be quite able to reach that high, it’s not going to stop you from trying.  You’ll do anything to try and be worthy of the beautiful smile currently being aimed at you.
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