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#Most beautiful calf I have ever seen
klaasfoto · 2 years
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Say hello to the newest member of the herd.
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pjsfvs · 2 months
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relaxing - sunghoon hc
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paring: bf!sunghoon x gf!afab!reader
genre: smut
warnings: smut, fluff, smoking weed, true love, curvy reader, Protected sex, fingering, hair pulling, shot gunning
word count: 4k
summary: You and Sunghoon spend a rainy weekend in his basement smoking and relaxing to the sound of the rain, which leads to a night of high love making.
a/n: i got some requests in my inbox but i was already writing this so ill write for those and post them either later today or tomorrow because i wont have plans :3 also sunghoon is my bias but ive never wrote something for him which is shocking 😭
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The sound of the rain was what set the mood, the millions of drops pattering against the high windows of Sunghoon's basement sounding through the atmosphere. You laid on your back against the soft cushions of the couch, your eyes closed in a peaceful state as you waited patiently for your boyfriend.
"Alright, babe, we've got weed, video games, and movies; what do you want to do?" Sunghoon spoke cheerfully, closing the basement door behind him as he bounded down the wooden stairs.
"Hm, how about we go for a walk?" Giggling, your body bounced lightly as Sunghoon sat on the opposite end of the couch, lifting your sock clad feet onto his lap.
"Yeah, and catch a cold while we're at it too," He chuckled, rubbing your calf before taking in your appearance. 
You were dressed in a simple pair of grey leggings, which make your ass look great, and a worn v-cut graphic-tee with the Pepsi logo across the chest. Even when you dressed so simple, you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and he often wondered what he did to have someone so wonderful, other than Jake, in his life.
You opened your dazzling brown eyes, locking your gaze with his. "Why are you looking at me like that, silly?" You giggled, sticking your tongue out as you propped your head on a couch pillow.
"Just thinking about of amazing you are, dork." He countered, squeezing your leg lovingly as he watched your cheeks get a little warm.
"Gosh, you're too much for me," You sighed, covering your face with your hands before peeking out between your fingers, "Let's get high."
Sunghoon smiled, taking his signature white headphones from around his neck and placing them on the coffee table on front of them. "Shot gunning?"
"Shot gunning."
Shot gunning was your preferred way of getting high, ever since meeting Sunghoon that is. The first time you had tried weed, which actually was with Sunghoon, you inhaled too hard and ended up choking on your own breath. Sunghoon insisted that you didn't have to smoke just because he did it, but you insisted on trying it which led to him teaching you a different way of achieving the high without having to touch the blunt herself.
Once everything was set up Sunghoon took the blunt between his finger and thumb before striking the lighter in his other hand, bringing the small flame to the tip and watching it light up. He put the lighter away and took the first hit, breathing deeply and closing his eyes before exhaling, the smoke bellowing out of his parted lips and nose. A few seconds passed before he opened his eyes again, turning his head towards you.
"Ready?"
He watched as you bit your lower lip and nodded, sitting yourself up on the couch before kneeling next to him, their faces level with each other as your eyes stayed locked.
"I need to hear you say you're ready, beautiful."
You felt your face heat up and your heart swell, you always loved how caring he was about making sure you weren't feeling pressured. "I'm ready, Hoonie."
A small smile graced his lips before he brought the blunt up again, taking another slow drag and putting the blunt down, holding his breath. You parted your plump lips and Sunghoon did the same before blowing the smoke into your mouth. The smoke filled your lungs as you breathed in slowly, letting your eyes flutter shut before exhaling the same way, feeling your nerves begin to calm. As you opened your eyes your gaze locked with Sunghoon, who had a goofy smirk on his face.
"I never get tired of seeing that." He grinned, his heart nearly skipping a beat at the half-lidded stare you were giving him. The glow of the various lava lamps he had in the basement illuminated your face in a way that made it seem like you belonged in a pin-up poster, too perfect to be sitting in front of him right now.
"I never get tired of being shot gunned by you." You wistfully replied, a small smile tugging at your lips before another wave of heat rose to your cheeks. "Do you mind if I try something?" Your voice came out small, your gaze averting to the floor as you processed what you were going to do.
"Yeah- I mean, no, go for it," Sunghoon stuttered slightly, an embarrassed smile taking over the proud grin he had.
At his approval, you maneuvered your leg across his thighs before kneeling in front of him, straddling his waist as you sat in his lap. The new, and better, position allowed them both to be able to face each other without having to break their necks to face each other or Sunghoon to turn away to flick the ashes off.
"I-I just thought this would be easier," You spoke lightly, your hands picking nervously at each other in your lap. Sure, you had been dating for nearly a year, but that didn't stop your nerves from spiking each time you went out on a limb.
Sunghoon felt his cheeks set themselves on fire at the new position, having so much more to worry about than getting a cramp in his neck or side. "Y-Yeah, no, this is great, way better than before, actually." He smiled softly, his left hand resting on your hip lovingly as comfort.
After taking a moment to settle themselves, they began the process again; Sunghoon breathing in the smoke before blowing it into your mouth, allowing you to take in the high as well. He watched as you tilted your head back, sighing the smoke out into the air above them to avoid blowing it back into Sunghoon's face.
Sunghoon tracked your movement, his eyes trailing along your neck, taking in your smooth skin, before delving lower into what the cut of your t-shirt allowed him to see. He took in the details of your collarbones, just slightly protruding out, and the view of your breasts, which were slightly elevated due to the bra you wore. He wouldn't consider himself a person who gets horny while high, but with the view that was given to him in this very moment he could make an exception.
Thus, the process continued, rotating until the blunt was nothing but ash, leaving you and Sunghoon in a haze of smoke and lust as they grew closer to each other; you sat comfortably in Sunghoon's lap as he held onto your hips, his hands casually gripping your curves. Your foreheads rested on each-others, your noses slightly bumping as you relished in the high together, needing nothing but each other and the constant downpour of the rain.
"Sunghoon..." You breathed, your eyes staying closed as you played with the hairs at the nape of his neck lovingly.
Sunghoon hummed, not feeling the need to use words as he steadily continued to trace patterns on your skin.
"Can I wear your hoodie?" Your voice was small and calm as you placed your hands on his shoulders, lifting your head back to open your eyes.
Sunghoon felt his eyebrows furrow as he opened his eyes, meeting his girlfriend's blown-wide pupils. "Are you sure you won't get too hot?" He mused, stilling his thumbs against your sides.
You huffed lightly, a cute pout on your lips, "It's always pretty cold in here, besides; I'll just take off my shirt, see?" As if to prove your point, or rather claim, you reached for the hem of your shirt and swiftly pulled it over your head, dropping it to the floor behind you, leaving you in a simple black bra, goosebumps immediately rising against your skin from the change in temperature.
Sunghoon felt a stir in his lower stomach, his eyes quickly flicking to your breasts that rested in the cups of your bra, your chest moving in tune with the breaths you were taking. "Y-You didn't have to, you know?" He gaped, scanning over the new flesh that lacked all the marks he now wanted to make.
"I know," You smirked, bringing your face to his ear, "I could feel that you've been staring for a while now, I just wanted to give you a better view." You murmured seductively before nibbling at his earlobe, causing his grip to tighten on your hips with a gasp.
"In that case you're gonna have to help me now." Sunghoon moaned, his hips lifting slightly to rub against your core easily through your leggings.
Your movements were slow and languid, trailing kisses from his jaw to his lips, catching them in a deep kiss as you moved herself closer to be directly in his lap. Sunghoon allowed his hands to move from your hips to your waist, caressing the soft, plump skin he was met with, the warmth welcoming his hands.
Moments like this were quite possibly his favorite; the slow, lethargic kisses they both shared, even when they were both sober. He loved the feel of you pressed against him, no insecurities or worried clouding your judgement as you allowed yourself to be free and be comfortable with him, which only made you hotter.
"So, what do you say?" You finally spoke as their lips parted, ghosting against each other, "Can I?" You gazed at him with a fire of seductive confidence behind your eyes, the look only fueling the desire Sunghoon had to take you right in that moment.
He was practically rendered breathless from staring at you, almost forgetting to answer your awaiting question. "Definitely."
You engulfed his lips into a slow, yet heated kiss; lips smacking and tongues clashing in an instant of lust before they both broke away, a new spark igniting within the both of them. You took a second to stare at each other, breathing heavily before they broke into frantic movements.
Sunghoon shifted sporadically, pulling the hoodie up at any angle he could, nearly getting it stuck on his head and glasses as you frantically struggled to get your bra off, trying your best to keep your balance as Sunghoon wiggled and jerked, muttering and cursing here and there. The red death trap finally released its hold on Sunghoon, and he was met with the glorious sight of you dangling your bra on your finger, using your other hand to muffle your bubbling giggles.
"I'm glad you find me funny." He readjusted his glasses and took your hand away from your mouth, leaning himself forward to place a kiss on your lips.
"And I'm glad you don't mind me crushing you," You giggled again, nuzzling your nose against his own, causing him to blush before sucking his teeth at you.
"You could never." He murmured, kissing your cheek, then neck, before following up with another kiss on your lips, "You're perfect, besides, more cushion for the pushin'." As he said this he moved his hands to your ass, giving it a generous squeeze and earning himself a squeak of surprise.
"God, you're a dork." You sighed blissfully as moved his hands to your chest, massaging your breasts while he worked on decorating your neck in red. You felt the texture of his tongue run along a particularly sensitive part of your neck, causing you to shiver and his lips to curl into a smile before he sucked on the portion of skin.
"As long as I'm your dork, I'm okay with that."
He continued to litter your neck and chest with open-mouthed kisses, pinching your nipples teasingly before rolling them between his forefinger and thumb, hearing your gasps of pleasure as you gently tugged at his hair. Moving his head lower, he placed a few kisses at the top of your breasts before taking your right nipple into his mouth, licking tentatively at the hardening bud, still twisting at the unoccupied one.
You whimpered lightly, tilting your head back faintly as you held the back of his head, grinding down on the hardening bulge in his jeans for much needed friction. You felt him groan against your skin, lifting his hips to press into your core as you continued to grind onto him.
Without a moment to spare, Sunghoon moved on to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the right while he used his right hand to travel down your side, reaching the hem of the leggings. Before he could move any further, he felt you hand grab his, lifting it away from your hip.
"Nuh uh, shirt off first, you gotta finish this level before moving on, Hoonie," You taunted breathlessly, a small smirk grazing your lips as he released your breast with a small pop.
"Oh, I love when you speak video game," He groaned softly, flashing you a smile as he leaned away from you, reaching behind him to pull off his t-shirt and toss it off the side of the couch. "Now, pants?"
"Pants." You nodded, pushing yourself off of his lap to stand, allowing him to do the same.
Sunghoon's hands eagerly went to his belt buckle, rushing to undo the buckle and get the slightly tighter pants off of him, while you turned your back to him; bending over to give him a show as you pulled your leggings off, grinning as you heard Sunghoon groan.
"Leggings on you are a weapon to me, babe." He huffed in success as he finally pushed off his jeans, kicking them off in a pile behind him before coming face to face with you again.
You stared at each other for a heartbeat before Sunghoon chuckled, "Should we take off our underwear too before we go back to sitting?"
You thought for a second before huffing out a laugh, "Yeah, we probably should."
After taking off their underwear they resumed the previous position on the couch, kissing passionately as you hovered over his hardened cock, brushing against it every now and again with your wet cunt causing Sunghoon to shiver. He slid his hand between both of their bodies, using his finger to delve between your lower lips, feeling your wetness collect on his fingers. You moaned into the kiss, feeling your body shiver in excitement as his finger prodded at your slit before slowly sliding into your pussy; pumping a few times before he added a second, feeling your walls stretch around him.
"Sunghoon..." You moaned softly once you broke the kiss, resting your forehead against his as he continued to finger you, feeling the digits slightly curl inside of you. You gasped, shortly realizing what he was searching for as he picked up the pace, his thumb starting to rub small circles on your clit.
"Almost..." He murmured, keeping his eyes on your face as he curled his fingers again.
You inhaled sharply, tilting your head back as a loud moan escaped your lips. "Sunghoon!"
"There we go." Sunghoon grinned as he continued to thrust his fingers into your warmth, feeling your juices coat his digits as you hovered above his lap. He felt your walls clench as your hips bucked into his hand, moving his thumb faster across the sensitive bud of nerves; watching as your lips stayed parted to accommodate for the moans spilling out, eyelashes resting against the tops of your cheeks.
Your entire being exuded bliss, borderline pornographic as Sunghoon felt himself grow harder at the sight, if that was even possible at this point.
"H-Hoonie, I'm close-" You whimpered, your fingers finding their way into his hair as you leaned your head into his shoulder, tugging at the black strands while moaning into his skin, feeling the knot tighten within your abdomen.
"Come on baby, cum for me," He moaned, feeling your thighs begin to shake as your moans became constant.
As he pressed his fingers into your g-spot you let out a loud moan, shaking as your walls pulsed and convulsed around his fingers. Sunghoon continued to slowly pump his fingers inside of you, easing you down from your climax as he felt you panting against his neck, leaving small kisses against the warmth of his skin.
After a moment you sat up once again, gazing into his eyes with nothing but pure love and admiration before pulling him into a slow kiss. "Now it's your turn," You murmured against his lips, a smile growing on your own as you reached for the signature hoodie that started all of this. You easily slid the article over your body, feeling the slightly scratchy fabric of the inside envelope you in warmth and the scent of Sunghoon before digging around in the front pocket to take out a condom he usually had stashed there for 'safe keeping'.
Sunghoon was breathless as he took in the heavenly sight before him; his girlfriend with your slightly messed up hair and flustered face wearing his hoodie, his hoodie, slightly large over your frame with nothing underneath as you held out a condom. Sure, you had worn his hoodie numerous times before, but this was a sight unlike any other, and boy was he enjoying it. He was snapped out of his trance once he felt your hand wrap around his cock, pumping it gingerly as he shivered, not realizing how touch deprived he felt. "F-Fuck," He breathed, rutting his hips into your hand subconsciously.
You gasped lightly, the sound of his moan shooting directly to your core as you continued to pump him a bit faster, collecting the drops of precum that leaked out of the tip with your thumb and spreading it around.
"I-If you keep it up we're gonna have to wait fifteen minutes to do this again." He whimpered out a laugh, his hand wrapping around your wrist to stop your movements with a serious look. You nodded, chewing your lower lip before tearing open the packet, taking the lubricated condom between your fingers before moving off of his lap a bit to slide it along his dick; the rubber coating him almost like a second skin.
Moving yourself closer to him once again, you took his length in your hand to line him up with your slit, feeling the tip rub slightly against your pussy lips with a small moan. "Ready?"
Sunghoon nodded up at you, his hands holding your hips for support as you hovered above him, so close yet still so far.
"I need to hear you say you're ready, handsome," You breathed, a light of playfulness shining behind your eyes.
"I'm ready, baby," He practically groaned, making a mental note to get back at you for making him wait.
Nodding, you slowly slid yourself down on his cock, feeling his girth stretch your walls slightly as you continued to go down on him; a moan escaping both of your lips once your pelvises met.
Sunghoon bit his lip, fighting the urge to press your to his body and fuck you relentlessly as he felt you clench around him. You let out a small breath before steadying yourself against his lap, resting your hands on his shoulders and lifting your hips until only the head was inside of you before sinking down once again, a rush of pleasure coursing through your like electricity.
You continued the motion, speeding up once you heard Sunghoon's soft groan of pleasure; his hands helping you rise and fall against his cock at a steady pace. Opening your eyes, you looked at Sunghoon, watching as his stare was focused on his lap; watching as your pussy slid along his cock with ease. You brought your hands to the sides of his face, gently bringing his head up to meet your eyes, getting lost in the chocolate brown pools surrounded by the rim of his glasses; their breaths mingling together.
Within a heartbeat their lips smashed together, soft moans and whimpers escaping the both of them as you rode him faster, feeling his fingers squeeze against your hips as he pulled you into him. He pulled you down he thrusted his hips up out of instinct, moaning at the deeper contact he was able to reach.
"Fuck! R-Right there Sunghoon!" You mewled, gripping his shoulders tighter as you bounced, feeling his cock press against your g-spot as he thrusted into you again.
"Go-od you're so tight," He panted as he pulled you harder against him, feeling your walls clench and throb around him, feeling a familiar knot slowly begin to form in the pit of his stomach. "Hold on."
"W-Wha-" You started before you were suddenly pushed to the side, laying on your back while Sunghoon hovered over you, hiking your legs onto his hips and resting himself on his forearms for balance. He pushed himself deeper inside of your dripping pussy, causing you to moan out in pleasure at the new, and better, angle. "Oh, God!"
Sunghoon started out with a few slow thrusts before picking up speed, the sound of your moans and the lewdness of your skin slapping together filling the basement.
"You're so perfect, writhing under me like that, god you're perfect." He murmured against your ear, his words enunciated by his thrusts.
Your hands tangled themselves throughout his black locks, tugging harshly as you squeezed your legs around his hips. Moaning loudly, Sunghoon snapped his hips into yours with a near animalistic growl as he fucked you deeper, compensating for the speed.
"Hoon! Sunghoon, I-" You whimpered, your head pressing into the couch as you arched your body into his, feeling him continuously graze your g-spot with ease.
He sat up, much to your displeasure as your hands fell from his hair and took a moment to take in your position; your body bouncing against each of his thrusts as the hoodie rose up against your stomach, your breasts bouncing underneath the fabric freely while your face was wrapped in an expression of pure pleasure, eyes screwed shut and plump lips open to compensate for the moans that spilled out. He slid a hand down to your clit, rubbing the nub in quick circles in time with his thrusts, cursing when your pussy clenched around his cock once more.
"I know, cum for me beautiful, just for me," He moaned, putting off his own climax to get you to reach your climax first; a gentleman as always.
You felt the pressure in your stomach tighten before snapping completely, your eyes squeezing shut as you came against his cock. You came with a high-pitched moan of his name, your back arching slightly as he continued to thrust inside of you, helping you ride out your climax.
"I- fuck, I'll never get tired of seeing that," Sunghoon grunted, leaning over your body again as his own thrusts began to grow faster and sloppier, burying his head within the crook of your neck, sucking at your supple skin. "God you feel so good."
"G-Go on baby, cum, it's your turn," You moaned, holding him close to you as you raked your nails across his shoulders, bracing yourself against his relentless thrusts.
Sunghoon gave a few more hard thrusts before his hips stuttered, spilling his seed inside of the condom with a loud moan into your neck. He continued to thrust slowly, riding out his high as you whispered words of comfort, lightly running your fingers across his scalp as he panted heavily.
After a few moments of comforting silence Sunghoon slowly pulled out of you, going to dispose of the used condom before walking back to the couch; pulling on his once discarded boxers and t-shirt with a small smile on his lips. "Come on cutie, let's get you situated," He hummed, swiftly picking up your panties before dangling them in front of you.
"My legs feel like gel-o," You moaned, covering your face with your hands, the sleeves of his hoodie over them like mitts.
"Alright, you get recovery time but remember what they taught us in health class-"
"Yeah, yeah, STI's and all that," You interrupted, snatching the underwear from him as you slid them up your legs, "Cuddle while I recover, Mr. Health Enforcer?"
Chuckling lightly, Sunghoon nodded and sat on the couch, laying back on the opposite end before your maneuvered yourself on top of him; resting your head on his chest while your legs entwined.
"You know," He started, allowing his hands to move to your lower back lovingly, "You look really hot when you have my hoodie on, especially like that."
"I bet that's just the high talking." You murmured, closing your eyes to focus on the beat of his heart through his shirt.
"No, never. You always look hot to me, the hoodie just made it better because its mine, and you're mine, so it's a double whammy." He paused, furrowing his eyebrows, trying to find the right words to say. "You're not hot, actually, you're beautiful, more beautiful than words can describe, and a photo can capture. I love you because you're just, so... Indescribable."
You felt tears prick at your eyes as your heart swelled at his words, snuggling yourself closer to him with a small smile, "And I love you because you're so describable; so real, tangible, there. There are so many words to describe you I'd have to learn all the languages to use them all, and even then I'd be missing some. Every word comes so close yet so far to describing you yet they're all so valid because you're you, you're here, you're real."
Sunghoon squeezed you tightly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "I love you so much."
"I love you too."
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fandomxpreferences · 1 year
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Now Your Mess Is Mine
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Pairing: JJ Maybank x female!reader (both over 18)
TW:angst, mentions of abuse, fluff, I think thats it
Summary: In which JJ is touch starved and you take care of him.
Word Count:2.7k
A/N: this was supposed to be short and fluffy but as per usual, it took on a life of its own
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JJ doesn't have a lot of things going for him in life as far as he's concerned. He's practically an orphan, he gets fired from every job, and he never has more than twenty dollars to his name. He hasn't done a lot right in his life, but the best decision he's ever made is choosing you. 
He's never felt a touch or a love as gentle as yours. Hell, for the first seventeen years of his life, he doesn't recall feeling anything but a fist. Then you came along, bright as the sun and radiating the most beautiful and intoxicating energy he's ever felt. 
You're always gentle with him, soft hands grazing his body whenever you get a chance. JJ didn't know that he craved physical affection until he felt your small supple hand in his large calloused one. 
He had no idea he loved cuddling until he was surrounded by you as you wrapped around him like a koala, an aroma of tanning lotion and saltwater overwhelming his senses.
He would've never imagined himself the type to take lavender-scented baths until you pulled him into the bubbles with a bright smile, giving him a beard as your loud giggles seeped into his soul and lit him up from the inside out.
Everything about you is pure and wholesome. Light radiates from you, casting away any semblance of darkness that once cast itself over him. You make him a better man, your face popping into his head before he makes a decision. 
He wants to make you proud, to honor and respect you. He wants to be someone you can call yours loudly, shouting it from the rooftops with no shame. He doesn't understand how or why you love him, but he chalks it up to you being some sort of angel.
The rest of the Pogues used to make fun of you two, but they've come to appreciate the way you even JJ out. The two of you are never more than a few feet apart, your bodies always touching in some capacity. 
It makes him feel safe and peaceful. It's the only thing he can think about as he lays on the HMS Pogue with you between his legs and his closest friends laughing around him.
JJ's eyes flutter closed as your nails rake across his scalp and he revels in the sun's rays as they warm his tan skin. He finds himself drifting off when your bubbly laughter floats to his ears and your belly shakes his head as it rests against you. 
It causes a large smile to split his face and he shifts to look up at you. There's nothing but pure child-like joy on your features with your head thrown back, your mouth open and the corner of your eyes creased. 
It's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and he presses a kiss to your hip bone while squeezing your calf lovingly. It draws your attention back to him and you look down at him with a bright smile. 
"Hi." He whispers and you lean down to kiss the tip of his nose. 
"Hi, handsome." 
You hear Sarah say aww while John B gags dramatically and lift your hand to flip him off. 
"Are you having fun?" You ask and JJ nods with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 
You squint down at him and before you can ask what he's about to do, he's jumping to his feet and scooping you up in his arms. You let out a loud squeal and flail around as your laughter echoes off the water. 
"JJ Maybank don't you dare!" You shriek through loud giggles, but it's too late. 
His feet are already leaving the side of the boat and the two of you plunge into the ocean. You kick your legs as you resurface, wiping at your face and hair while JJ grins like a little boy. 
It's only a matter of seconds before you hear a chorus of splashes and the rest of the group joins in. Before you can blink, there's an all-out splash fight, the six of you laughing and having the time of your lives. 
You're just dodging an attack from John B when you feel strong arms wrap around your waist and JJ takes the brunt of the water being sent your way. 
You turn and wrap your legs around his waist, your arms moving up to hug around his neck. 
"What are you doing, mister?" You ask with a quirked eyebrow and he leans in to give you a sweet kiss. 
"I was starting to have withdrawals, baby. You know I can't go more than a few minutes without feeling you." 
You almost laugh, but the sentiment goes straight to your heart and your features soften. 
"I love you." 
He nuzzles his head into your neck, hugging you tightly against his chest, and places a kiss on your collarbone. 
"I love you too." 
That night as everyone is sitting around a bonfire, you feel worry start to itch at you. JJ went home to get some things, but it's been almost three hours. 
You know better than anyone what his home life looks like, he's collapsed into your arms weeping more times than you can count. 
There's an unsettling feeling in your gut screaming that something is wrong, and with each second that passes it only gets louder. JJ never goes home for longer than necessary, and he promised he'd be quick. 
You're just about to get in your car and go look for him when you hear the rumbling of his dirt bike as he screeches to a halt. The group shares a confused look and you rise to your feet, ready to be near your boyfriend again. 
You stop cold in your tracks when he kicks the bike over, anger clearly clouding his usual light-hearted personality. JJ is like a golden retriever and loyal to a fault, so when he's like this it sends everybody reeling. 
You watch as he knocks over a few more things in a fit of rage before storming inside and you decide to follow. You can hear footsteps behind you and turn to shake your head, instructing your friends to let you handle it.
Your steps are light as your feet carry you up the steps and into the bathroom where you hear the shower running. You open the door as gently as possible, JJ's back greeting you as he stares into the mirror with tears streaming. 
"Hey, sweet boy. You okay?" Your voice is soft as you ask the question you already know the answer to and it sends a pang of hurt through his chest. He hates when you see him like this, weak and vulnerable. 
He wants to be the strong one, your rock, yet more often than not the roles get reversed. You watch him silently, allowing him space to open up if wants to. 
He doesn't say anything as his head drops and you already know what happened. You step into the room fully and close the door behind you, moving tentatively in his direction as if he'll shatter if you move any faster. 
"Let's take a shower, okay?" 
You're so gentle and kind as you say it, and it causes fresh hot tears to gather on his lash line. You know that JJ is touch starved on a good day, but moments like these are when he really needs you. 
You can almost read his mind, aware that he's fighting the urge to put up his walls and shut you out. 
He doesn't want to though. He wants you, he wants your sweet touches and quiet whispers as you take care of him. 
He feels selfish, but he's well aware that while you're fragile as a butterfly around him, you have zero qualms about tearing through his armor like a knife through butter. 
Your touch is featherlight as your hands work diligently to remove his jewelry. You start with his bracelets, carefully slipping them off his wrists before moving on. 
Next, you work on his rings, delicately pulling them off and kissing the pad of each finger when you're done. 
You finally get to his necklace, your breath tickling the back of his neck as you focus on unclasping it and setting it on the countertop. 
He watches in the mirror as you work, feeling an inescapable amount of love weighing down his heart and mind in the best way. 
You slowly turn him around to face you, your eyes meeting his to ask for permission as your hands fiddle with the hem of his shirt. 
He hesitates before nodding, his eyes squeezing shut and lungs stopping as you glide it up his torso and over his head.
He can't stand to open them and see the look on your face. It's not that he thinks you'll be giving him a sympathetic expression, no it's not that. 
It's that he knows you'll have an understanding look, completely devoid of any surprise. He hates it. He hates that you're so familiar with this that it doesn't even elicit a normal reaction anymore. 
The first time it happened, you gasped and tried to conceal the tears that welled up at the sight. The second and third times you still seemed somewhat shocked, but by six months in you were desensitized. 
Though Luke has never hurt you directly, he hurts you every time he sends JJ back to you in this state and he hates his father for it. Hates him for it more than he does for hitting him, for stealing from him, for neglecting him. 
He shudders as your fingers ghost over the fresh bruises on his stomach and ribs, the contact leaving electricity buzzing right under the surface. 
"Oh, JJ. Baby, I'm so sorry." 
Your voice is barely above a whisper and he chokes down a sob. He despises everything about this. 
He wants to throw up whenever you apologize as if any of this is your fault. As if you're not the one thing that single-handedly makes it better. 
He keeps his eyes shut as your lips press delicate kisses to each mark. They're still fresh; swollen but not quite darkened. 
You can see the faint beginnings of bruising, and you know the dark hues of black and purple will spread in the days to come. 
You make a mental note to ice the injuries before continuing on with getting him undressed. 
You're methodical as you go through the motions, stripping him down to nothing before removing your own clothing as well. 
He steps into the water first, and you take his outstretched hand to keep your balance as you follow suit. 
It's silent as the water washes over the two of you, no words need to be said. There's an unspoken understanding for times like this, and you do what you do best. 
You shower him in love and affection, gently washing his body before lathering shampoo in his blonde hair. 
You see the tension dissolve from his body when his shoulders drop as you massage his head, and take your time. You know he needs this. 
You press sporadic kisses to his skin as you follow his routine, and he melts into you. Your lips press right between his shoulder blades, then the back of his neck, then his cheek as he turns to wrap you in his arms. 
He returns the favor, washing you up lovingly and letting you rinse off. You reach to turn off the water like usual, but stop when his hand catches your wrist. 
You turn back to look up at him and your heart shatters at the sight of his bloodshot eyes. 
"Do you think I'm like him? Do you think if I have kids one day I'll treat them the way he treats me?" 
His voice is so meek, and your heart squeezes painfully. This is new. 
Usually, you spend the night drowning him in your presence and the next day, it's like nothing happened. He's never actually opened up about it, and you're taken aback. 
You study his face for a moment, trying to figure out how to respond. Your hands reach up to cup his face and you force him to look you in the eyes. 
"JJ, you are nothing like Luke and you never will be. You love your friends, and you've shown time and time again that you'll do anything for them. You love me in a way I never thought possible. You are the best person I have ever known, and I don't ever want to hear you speak about yourself like that again." 
Your voice is kind but firm, and he sucks in a breath as you continue. 
"If you have kids, they will be the luckiest little shits to ever walk the earth. I know how much love you have to give, and if how you treat me is any indication, your kids would be so loved they wouldn't even know what to do." 
You finish with a searing kiss and when you pull away, his eyes are still shut in bliss. His fingers are digging into your hips, and he loosens up just enough to let you shut off the now-cold water and open the shower curtain. 
"Let's get dried off and go to bed, okay?" You suggest and he doesn't answer, instead just following you into the cold air. 
The two of you dry off and throw on the change of clothes that are now sitting on the counter. 
You assume Sarah or Kie put them there, and remind yourself to thank them later. Once you're dressed, JJ makes his way to the guest room and you shuffle into the kitchen. 
You start rummaging through the freezer to find something you can use as a compress, your hands finally landing on some frozen peas. When you shut the door, John B and Sarah are watching you with sad eyes. 
You give them a small smile and John B nods knowingly. You turn to leave when the man's voice rings out. 
"Hey, thank you." He says and you look at him with nothing short of confusion. 
He recognizes this and takes a step forward. 
"I overheard a bit when I put the clothes in there. You're really good for him, and I just want you to know how much I- we- appreciate you being there for him. He's been better since he met you." 
You swallow thickly and give him a quick hug, muttering a short 'thanks'. You know he knows what you're thanking him for. Partly for the clothes, but mostly for the kind words. 
He squeezes you back and you pull away, heading off to tend to your sweet boyfriend. When you step into the room he's leaning back against the headboard, his eyes fixated on the small tv that's playing some football game. 
His gaze darts to you when he notices you and he gives a heart-stopping smile. You crawl up next to him and place the cold bag on the spot that looks the worst. 
Your pressure is light and that's another thing that eats at him. 
The fact that icing his battered body is second nature to you now makes him ill, but he still lets you do it. Part of him wonders if he should have hidden this side of his life from you, sheltered you from the grim reality. 
A bigger part of him is glad he didn't. He went through this alone for so long and it's nice to have someone that loves him just the same, even after finding out the ugly truth.
He doesn't shy away from the sensation and it breaks your heart all over again. 
You're painfully aware that it's because he's used to this, and you want nothing more than to take him away from all this and give him the life he so deserves. 
The two of you just lay there for a while as you take care of him and he absentmindedly runs his hand through your hair. 
When the bag starts to get warm, you settle down under the comforter, and JJ curls into you. His head rests on your chest and he lets the steady beat of your heart lull him to sleep. 
"I love you." You whisper and JJ tangles his legs with yours. 
"I love you too."
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stargazingfangirl18 · 2 months
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Worth the Wait
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,798 Summary: You and Steve seal the deal. Warnings: Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Soft mob!Steve. Boss/employee dynamic. Slight edging. Unprotected sex. Cockwarming. Fluff. 
A/N: While I work on the next installment for Pound Town, please enjoy this dose of Gentle Soul!Steeb x Reader because IT'S HAPPENING! IT'S HAPPENING! ENJOY!
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It wasn't your finest moment. 
But after weeks of Steve "being a gentleman" and courting you (coughEDGINGYOUcough), when your latest date wound down for the evening and you arrived home from dinner, you basically tried to climb him like a tree in your enthusiasm to have him.
Steve oofed as you pounced on him, shoving him into the closest wall as you pressed up as close as you could get, wound your arms around his neck, and kissed him so hungrily you had him groaning against your lips in no time.
When your mouth fell away from his, pressing frantic kisses along his neck as you fumbled with his belt, Steve chuckled and and gently caught your hands in his. 
"Nooo," you whined, glaring up at him as you sagged against him in horny despair. "I swear to god if you don't seal the deal tonight, I'm going to die."
"That's very dramatic, sweetheart," Steve hummed, grinning at your stink eye before ducking low to kiss you. “I just wanna make sure we both enjoy ourselves.”
His next kiss landed on the hinge of your jaw and you shuddered hard as he gave your earlobe a gentle nip.
"So let's save the rushed entryway sex for another night," he murmured against your ear before straightening so he could meet your gaze. "Because tonight?" Steve cupped your face in his large, tattooed hand. "Tonight I'm gonna have you in my bed, and you're not leaving it until sometime tomorrow, after I've thoroughly, thoroughly wrecked you."
"Oh fuck, it's happening," you muttered under your breath, your eyes wide as Steve grinned and caught your hand in his before leading you upstairs to his bedroom.
He undressed you with such reverence, his gaze so soft yet burning with desire, that you couldn't help but melt just a little despite your frantic need to finally take things to the next level. 
Said frantic need instantly shifted to the back burner once Steve was just as naked as you and you got your first good look at his ridiculous body.
You had never seen so many muscles in your life. So many tattoos, too. You were most likely gaping like a fish as you stepped close, your hands reaching for him to press against Steve's warm skin, feeling all that firm smoothness beneath your palms before your fingers started to trace along the ink on his chest.
"You're so beautiful," you sighed dreamily, your glassy gaze finally lifting to Steve's as your fingers tugged on his chest hair.
"Funny, I was just thinking the same thing about you, pretty girl."
Your eyes fluttered as Steve's hand caught along your jaw and tilted your head back, giving him the perfect angle to kiss you with the kind of passion that had your belly swooping and your knees turning to jelly.
When your back finally hit the softness of Steve's king size bed, you let your legs fall open in invitation, not shy in the least to bare your cunt to his smokey gaze, because god, you wanted him to ruin you more than you ever wanted anything in your life.
Rather than go right for the prize, Steve started at your feet, keeping his dark gaze fixed on yours as he pressed a kiss to your ankle before his mouth ascended along your calf.
His hands were so warm and just a little bit rough as he cupped your thighs and settled his big body between your legs, bypassing your throbbing cunt completely as he kissed the soft, warm plane of skin just beneath your belly button before continuing on his journey to taste every inch of your bare body he could get his lips on.
By the time Steve's mouth found one of your hard, achey nipples, you were whining again, squirming beneath him and begging him on a raspy whisper to fuck you as his tongue lapped at your skin and he hummed his delight.
At the taste of you.
And the exquisitely needy state of you.
You could feel Steve's smile against your breast as you whined his name and reached for his hair, gently giving it a tug as you spread your legs wider. "Oh my god, please. Please stop teasing me. Please."
"Such good manners," Steve taunted on a gravelly whisper, his eyes sparkling as you glared before he was kissing the irritation off of your face. 
Once he pulled away, it was like you could feel something shift in the air, your eyes going wide as Steve sat back on his haunches, his nostrils flaring as his gaze finally dropped to your cunt and he licked his lips without an ounce of shame.
He framed your hips in his big hands and tugged you closer as he settled your sprawled legs around his waist, and then he gripped his big, hard cock in his tattooed hand and gave himself a few strokes as his eyes aligned with yours.
Steve held your gaze as he dragged his length along your slit, a tic popping in his jaw as your breath hitched at the feel of his cock bumping your clit. Once he was shining with your arousal, he lined himself up, caught against your clenching hole, and pushed in nice and slow.
You gave a sharp gasp at the feel of Steve's cock slowly splitting you open, your back bowing just a little at the way your velvety walls strained at the girth of him. When he finally bottomed out with a hard rut of his hips, you gave a strangled cry, fisting the blankets beneath you as your body thrummed with a need so strong it took your breath away.
Carefully stretching out over you, Steve caught your hand with his and laced your fingers together, his lips touching yours just as his big body sank against your own.
"You feel incredible," he murmured once he pulled away, his eyes so dark and intense that you struggled to meet his gaze. Lips touching your warm cheek, Steve gently rocked against you, groaning as you clenched around him hard in response.
You moaned as he gently nipped at the hinge of your jaw, his body rocking and grinding with more urgency as he found your hands and pressed them to the mattress above your head, lacing your fingers together before he finally gave you exactly what you wanted.
What you had begged him for for weeks on end.
The first retreat and hard snap of Steve's hips had you keening, your body arching beneath his, pressing flush all along his front as he began to fuck you with deep, steady strokes.
He felt so good, somehow hitting every sensitive spot inside of you–so many you didn't even knew existed until now–that you just stared up at him in a startled daze, your fingers clenching around his as you spread your legs wider and tilted your hips, inviting that glorious cock of his even deeper inside of you than before.
"Oh god," you gasped, moaning as his pace picked up, the push and pull of his cock feeding that wanton fire deep inside of you and driving you closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. 
"Feel good?" Steve asked, his eyes so intent and focused on you. 
That avid gaze of his made you feel shy for some reason, and you kind of wanted to hide, but instead you just nodded, your lips parting a little and making him smile because you looked so sweetly flabbergasted beneath him.
When a slight shift in the angle of his cock had you gifting him a quavering, broken keen of pleasure, Steve doubled down, aiming for that same spot deep inside of you over and over again as he dropped a hand between your bodies and started strumming at your clit.
"Oh fuck," you panted, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt yourself on the edge of sweet, sweet relief.
"Cum for me, sweetheart," Steve encouraged, his hips driving harder as he nuzzled along your cheek and rubbed your clit without relent. "Let me have you, all of you, this beautiful body and all the pleasure it's feeling. I want it all. I want all of you."
You came so hard you sobbed, your body locking as your cunt fluttered, drawing a grunt from the deep recesses of Steve's throat as you began to tremble and he fucked you through it.
His gaze was so dark and intent as he watched every single blissful reaction flicker across your face as you fell apart for him, toeing the line of his own end now as you gave another sharp cry that signaled your second orgasm.
Only then did he start to falter, his sweaty forehead dropping to yours as he groaned. “You feel so good, honey," he moaned, shoving into you hard and lingering as his cock throbbed. "Such a perfect fit, I knew you were made for me that first day," he muttered against your warm cheek, his lips trailing along your skin until he could whisper against your ear, "Gonna keep you forever, sweetheart. Gonna treat you like a fucking queen.”
You could only whine your assent, shuddering when Steve finally came with a quiet groan and a hard, deep thrust before that telltale warmth was blooming deep inside of you.
"Fuck," he rasped against your ear, his hips pumping until he had nothing left to give and was sagging against you, completely spent.
Your eyes fluttered as Steve snuffled against the crook of your neck, his hand smoothing over your head as you clung to him, your chest feeling full and warm, a deep sort of content–of happiness–trickling through every inch of your body.
Steve pulled away just enough to see your face, his lips curling into a warm smile at your cheeky, satisfied grin. Huffing a quiet laugh, he kissed you slowly, humming against your lips as your fingers gently drew through his hair.
"So," he murmured, once he finally pulled away. "Was it worth the wait?"
You laughed, nodding with a grin as you purred, "Definitely worth the wait, and then some." Your smile faltered as your eyes narrowed. "But also, for the record? I am not a fan of edging, so please avoid torturing me like that in the future. It was very rude."
"Oh, see that kind of sounds like a challenge," Steve teased, his eyes dancing at you and so very, very warm as he laughed at your put out look before kissing it away. 
And you reveled in it–in him–your body so thoroughly, thoroughly sated and your heart light and fluttery and glowing as you hugged Steve closer, deepened the kiss, and made sure not to leave his bed for a good, long while.
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shellyshellshell · 2 days
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Collide: Part Nine
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Attn: Alright friends this chapter is a whirlwind but I hope y’all like it!!!
Word Count: 3,118
Pairing: Bodyguard August Walker x Reader
Summary: Your time on the island comes to an end.
Warnings: 18+, fingering (vaginal and anal), squirting, overstimulation, sex (p in v), Soft!August, aftercare, creampie, angst, death, violence, kidnapping
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Part Eight
You sat sprawled on the couch while August took a phone call. When he returns he takes your feet and begins massaging them. “You don’t have to do that August,” you tell him. “I figured they might be sore after the long walk we took today while exploring,” he said as he continued. “Who was on the phone?,” you ask him. “Syverson. The Davenports are in the wind. All except Declan and of course he’s useless,” August sighs. “That’s… not good,” you said worriedly. “Hey. Don’t fret, Princess,” he says as he runs his hands up your calf. Really you weren’t too sore, but you were enjoying this.
“I found these in your bag,” August then said, showing you the nail polish. “Yeah? I picked them up before we left. Thought I might paint my nails, but I haven’t slowed down long enough to,” you say. “Can I?,” he asks as he runs a thumb overtop your foot. “You want to paint my nails?,” you question. “Yes,” he replied. “Alright,” you nod. He wordlessly pick a color before carefully resting your foot on his thigh. You watch him as he paints your toenails with astute precision. You smile to yourself as he wipes a bit of the polish off of your skin.
“Now your fingers,” he says softly. “You sure?,” you ask him. “Of course,” he says as he takes your hand. “No one’s ever done this for me before. No one that wasn’t my grandma or paid to anyway,” you tell him. “I’d do anything for you Princess,” he says as he runs the brush over your pinky nail. You rest your head against his shoulder as he finishes up and when he’s done you lean up and give him a kiss. “Thank you,” you tell him. “When they dry I’ll finish that massage. You still want to go explore the island more tomorrow?,” he asks. “Yeah if you still want to,” you tell him. “I do as long as you’re not too tired,” he says. “I’m fine. I promise,” you reply with another kiss.
As promised he takes you to bed, gives you a full body massage then pulls you tight to his chest and holds you while the two of you sleep. When you wake, he’s tangled tight around you. You look up and see his lashes resting against his face. His chest is rising and falling against yours as his curls sit wildly atop his head. You gingerly brush a few back from his forehead, causing him to stir. “Princess,” he mumbled. “It’s just me,” you say softly. His arms tighten around you as he scoots down a bit and lets his head rest on your chest.
You cradle his face and kiss the top of his head. He hums contentedly against you. “I love you,” you tell him. “I love you, Princess,” he replies without hesitation. You two lay there for a long while before August fully wakes. He looks up at you with those pretty blue eyes and before you realize you’re leaning down to capture his lips with yours. He sighs deeply before speaking. “Still want to explore today?,” he questions. “I do,” you tell him. “Let’s get some breakfast, then we’ll go,” he says before kissing you once more.
The island was much bigger than either of you had anticipated when August happened upon a map of it in the study. Of course right after you’d insisted on exploring. The east side was mostly just beach with a bit of forest. Today you two were finding the west side to be more densely forested. It was lush with vegetation and flora as well. You thought that it was beautiful. August watched you as you took it all in. He couldn’t be bothered with the flowers or trees, not when the most precious thing he’d ever seen was looking like that.
“It’s stunning,” you say in awe. “Sure is,” August breathes. You turn to look at him and realize his eyes are on you. You smile shyly to yourself before taking his hand and forging on. The two of you finally come to a bit of an opening and find a small crystal blue pond with a waterfall. You let go of August’s hand and immediately start stripping. “What are you doing?,” August asks. “Going for a swim,” you say with a wink. You don’t stop until your bare before making your way into the water. For a moment August stood stricken by you. The way the sun is shining down on your slick skin, the mischievous smile on your face, just how fucking much he loved every piece of you. It made it hard for him to breathe.
He started to undress as well before joining you in the water. When he reaches you he pulls you close before taking you behind the water fall. He sits you up on the smooth rocks and takes you in. “August,” you murmur, trying to reach for him. “Just let me look at you,” he breathes as his hands rest on your thighs. He runs his hands up your legs, over your hips, up your waist and cradles your face. “Every part of you is perfect,” he rasp before giving you a light kiss. When his hands trail back down he lets his thumbs roll over your nipples making you mewl into his touch. When his hands reach your thighs he spreads them, and he groans at the sight. “So pretty,” he mumbles as he runs two fingers through your folds.
You whine when he pulls away and moves you to the very edge. He places your feet there as well, putting you on display for him. He notes how you’re clenching around nothing, and your clit is swollen with need for him. It makes his cock throb, but first he wants you to come for him. He needs it like he needs air to breathe. He pushes his fingers inside you, making you bite your lip. He shakes his head and pulls it loose. “Let me hear you,” he says as he starts pushing against your walls. You moan out into the open as his eyes glaze over with want. “That’s it Princess,” he encourages as he applies pressure to your clit with his thumb. “August,” you gasp as your hips jolt.
He moves closer, wrapping his arm around you to keep you in place. You cling to his shoulders as blinding pleasure washes over you and you gush around his fingers. August pants as he basks in your pleasure. Possessiveness overcomes him as he realizes that it belongs to him and him alone. “All mine,” he growls against the skin of your neck. “Fuck… Yes. I’m all yours August,” you cry out as he continues to work you over. “More,” he demands. “I— I want y- your cock. P— please,” you manage to stammer out. “You’ll have it as soon as you give me what’s mine,” he says before nipping at your neck.
“Mmm,” you whine, squirming against him. You’re nearly sobbing in his arms as a second orgasm takes you over. Before you’ve come down, August pulls you down into the water and onto his cock. He turns in the water to make sure you’re not scraping against any of the rocks before he begins his assault on your oversensitive pussy. “Mmpf. Auguuust,” you whimper as tears roll down your cheeks. He runs his thumb across your lips and the second you open he’s pressing it against your tongue. “Take it. Fucking take it. Shit…,” he husks.
You’re moaning around his thumb, completely fucked out, but absolutely willing to take what he has to give. The water is sloshing around the two of you as he pounds into you. He leans forward and harshly sucks the skin the by your collarbone into his mouth. You cry out, releasing his thumb. He takes his hand and runs it down the seam of your ass before massaging at your other hole. You grip tightly at the hair at the nape of his neck. “Put it in,” you pant. Without hesitation he slips a digit inside you. You moan at the feeling of him stroking both of your holes. After a few strokes he adds a second finger.
“So full,” you whine. “Touch yourself,” he demands. You’re not sure if you can take it but you want it so bad, you do as he says. “August,” you groan as you furiously rub your clit, trying to match his pace. August is so turned on he isn’t sure how he hasn’t blown his load yet, but the longer he’s in you the better in his mind, even with the way the head of his cock aches. It seems like he can feel every nerve ending on it as your gummy walls envelop him.
You’re squeezing him so tight now he can hardly move, letting him know you’re close. He leans back and cups the back of your head as your body tenses and your eyes flutter closed. “Look at me while you cum on my cock, Princess. Open your eyes. Tell me… Do I make you feel good?,” he asks. “Yes sir,” you hiccup before the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had in your life washes over you. August watches you with rapt satisfaction and the hand on your clit slows and your body becomes lax in his hold. His fingers still inside you, but August keeps them there enjoying the feeling of himself moving in your pussy.
Your chest heaves against him, hardly able to catch your breath before he’s knocking it out again. Your fingers dig into his firm chest, pulling lightly at the hair there as he starts to tense. He brings his lips to yours for a consuming kiss as he grunts into your mouth until he can hardly breathe. He rests his forehand against yours as the first wave of his own pleasure hits him. “Huhh… ffuck. Princess,” he groans as he works himself through it. Once he stills, he eases himself out of you before pulling you flush to him. He holds you and you’re finally able to catch your breath. “You okay?,” he asks. “Mmhm,” you tell him before holding him tight.
The two of you relaxed awhile in the little pond before heading back. Your limbs felt unbelievably heavy after the intense way August had taken you, but you knew it would only provide for a good sleep that night. When arriving back at the house August took you for a shower, gently washing every inch of you before washing himself and drying you off. “You sure you’re okay sweetheart?,” he asked, noticing your sluggish state. “I promise. Just a little hungry and sleepy now,” you told him before giving him a kiss. “Well let’s fix that,” he said before kissing you again.
You throw on some panties and an oversized T-shirt before following August who’s just got on some gym shorts into the kitchen. “What does my princess want for dinner?,” he asked as he held you from behind. You looked in the fridge and contemplated. “Surprise me, I can’t decide,” you tell him. He places a kiss on your temple before moving to grab some ingredients. “You go rest sweetheart, I’ve got this,” he tells you. You sit on the couch and fall asleep before you realize. “Princess,” August says as he shakes you lightly. “I’m sorry,” you tell him. “It’s alright. Come eat and we’ll go to bed,” he says as he helps you up.
“This is so good. Where’d you learn to cook like this?,” you asked as you inhaled the food. “Some from my mom, some trial and error. With her working so much after my father left, I tried to cook for us as much as I could to take that bit of responsibility off of her,” he said. “So you’ve always been a caregiver huh?,” you asked him. “Just to the people I love, which consists of my mother and you, Princess. Everyone else can get fucked,” he shrugged. You nod lightly. “Did I say something wrong?,” he asks, tinge of concern in his voice. “No. I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to have you,” you tell him.
“Princess you’ve got it all wrong,” he says as he cradles your face between his hands. “Wha—,” you begin before he cuts you off with a kiss. “It’s me who’s lucky. So stupidly fucking lucky. You’ve given me everything,” he tells you. “Bu—,” you try to say before he’s quieting you with another kiss. “Finish your dinner so we can rest,” he says before kissing you softly once more. You finish up before letting him lead you to the bedroom. He strips you down before doing the same to himself and pulling you into bed. As usual he pulls you close and caresses your body soothingly until you fall asleep.
The next morning you wake up to August running his finger tips over your face. “Good morning,” you smile sleepily. “Good morning,” he beams before kissing you sweetly. You drape your arms over his neck and pull him closer. He smiles into the kiss before running his tongue over your lips. You eagerly open for him and just as his tongue meets yours, his phone rings. “Mmm,” you pout as he pulls away. “I know Princess,” he says as he wills himself away from you. “Yeah?,” he questions. “What the fuck?,” he shouts, startling you. “Yeah. Okay,” he says before hanging up.
He turns to you with a pained look. “What’s wrong?,” you ask nervously. “It’s your dad. He’s in the hospital. Apparently he’s been beaten pretty badly,” he says as tears form in your eyes. “We’ve got to go,” you say as you throw the covers back. You shakily begin to dress before trying to gather up your things. You’re shoving your toiletries into a bag when you lose your grip and it all goes tumbling to the floor. “Let me help you,” August says as he quickly drops to the floor and begins gathering your things. He gingerly takes the bag from your hand and that’s when you absolutely crumble.
You fall to your knees and August gathers you in his arms. “Wh- why?,” you stammer between sobs. “I don’t know Princess,” he says honestly. Once you’ve calmed down a bit you two finish before heading out. The plane ride home is somber. You snuggle into August, trying to calm yourself. He’s got you in his lap, running his hand up and down your back as you quietly cry. “I’m so sorry, Princess,” he murmurs into your hair. He can’t stand to see you like this, but he doesn’t know how to make it better. When you arrive at the airstrip Sy is there waiting for the two of you. He quickly pulls you into his arms.
“I’m so sorry darlin’,” he says when you pull away. “How is he?,” you ask as he ushers you into the car. You’re in the back seat between him and August. “Stable, but they roughed him up real good,” he told you. “Where was Perry during all of this? Is he alright?,” you ask in reference to your dad’s bodyguard. Sy looked at you before looking across to August, and realization hit you. “He’s DEAD?,” you wail. “He did all he could — he..,” Sy wavered. Perry had been in the military with him. “I’m sorry,” you say softly as tears fall. “It’s gonna be alright. We’re gonna get these guys,” Sy says with determination.
When you arrive at the hospital you’re immediately taken to your father’s room. You find him awake and talking with Detective Marshall. “Dad,” you say softly as you push past Walter. You gingerly wrap your arms around him and sob. “I’m alright Cupcake,” he says weakly. “The hell you are,” you say as you pull back. Your hands shakily hover over his black, blue, and red face. “If we could continue,” Walter interjects. “Can’t this wait?,” you turn as you give the large man a look of irritation. His gruff exterior ebbs momentarily. “It’s important we get as much information from your father that we can while it’s still fresh, Lovely,” he says gently. “It’s okay, sweetie,” your dad assures you.
You move out of the way, Walter’s gaze heavy upon you, and go tuck yourself into August’s arms. Once he’s finished, Walter talks to Sy a moment before leaving. Your dad had already fallen back asleep. You stand by his bed, tears rolling down your face. “We should just give them the money,” you say barely above a whisper. “Can’t do that. We ain’t about to start negotiatin’ with criminals,” Sy said. “Is your father in the hospital? No. Mine is. Look what they did to him Eric. If they get their stupid money maybe they’ll leave us alone,” you say becoming hysterical.
You feel August’s hands rest gently on your arms from behind. “Sweetheart, he’s right. If we give them money, what’s to stop them from taking more and more. Where’s the line drawn?,” he asks. You don’t want to admit it but you know he’s right. You just want this all to stop. “I’m not leaving him,” you say. “And I’m not leaving you,” August replies before kissing your cheek.
The next few days you and August fall into a routine there at the hospital. You’re both exhausted, August even more so because he hasn’t slept a wink since you two arrived. The one day he happens to doze off he awakens, automatically knowing something is wrong. You’re not there. “Greg,” he says as he gently shakes your father awake. “Hmm…,” he says as he opens his eyes. “Where is she? Did she tell you anything when she left?,” he asked. “WHAT? Where’s my daughter?,” he asks frantically as his heart rate monitor goes haywire. “I’m going to find her,” August says before leaving the room.
He heads out and asks everyone he sees and no one has a clue where you are. Finally he calls Sy who quickly arrives at the hospital with Harry so they can go over the hospital’s security system. “There,” Harry says pointing to your frame. “Looks like she went to the vendin’ machines,” Sy added. “Why wouldn’t she wake me?,” August says desperately. The next thing he sees makes his heart drop. Without a word someone comes up behind you, injecting you with a sedative no doubt, before hauling you onto a gurney and taking you God knows where. “FUCK,” he shouts as he swipes a hand across the desk, sending everything crashing to the floor.
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avenging-fandoms · 1 year
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watching pedro film tlou and it being a lil emotional scene i'm all :(
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Pedro Pascal Masterlist
You sat behind the camera with your headphones on, watching the screen contently with the directors as you watch Joel talking to Tommy in the store. Your eyes just watched Pedro, waiting for the next line.
No one told you anything. They never do, they like to keep you on your toes. The way everyone fell in love with Pedro, they did the same with you. They loved that you matched your fiancé so well, so they loved to have you behind the scenes, listening to your perspective as a viewer.
The crew was silent as you all watch Pedro deliver the most beautiful monologue you've ever seen. Your hand covered your mouth, elbow on the arm of the chair, tears falling down your face as his voice shook. The scene finished and the director yelled cut, and you immediately took your headphones off.
"You alright?" Craig laughed and rubbed your back. You laugh and wipe under your eyes, shaking your head. "Pedro, come here"
Pedro strolled over and his eyes fall on you, eyebrows soft as he sees your eyes. "My girl, what's wrong?" He cooed and Craig took a step back, Pedro's hand rubbing your back with the other on the back of your head as he pressed you to his stomach. Your arms wrap around his wait, thumbs resting in his belt loops.
"That, Pedro, is what is going to happen when that airs for everyone in the world to see" Craig praised Pedro and you smile proudly. Craig walks away and Pedro pulls his chair in front of you, his legs surrounding yours with one in between and the left leg on the other side of your thigh.
You rest your ankle on his knee and he massages your calf mindlessly, it was a habit. "So, I was really that good?"
"Are you kidding me, honey? I was silently sobbing in my hand. I'm not just saying that because I'm marrying you. I'm saying that as a very proud fan" Pedro leaned forward, hand on your thigh as he kissed you softly.
"Thanks for always believing in me, mí amor" You hum and stand in between his legs, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly with his hands connecting behind your back. You sit on his thigh and kiss his jaw, watching as he plays a game.
"Where's Bella? I wanna tell them they did a great job in that scene before this one" You sat up and saw Bella on her phone. You whistle and shout their name and she runs over.
"Can I join?" You patted Pedro's thigh and they hop up, Pedro gasping. "Holy shit, we're moving!"
"This chair is thin wood of course it's moving" Bella hops off and you look at them. "I just wanted to tell you you're an amazing actor and I'm so proud of you" Bella hugs you and Pedro pokes her side. They jump and slap Pedro's arm.
"Elder abuse! Get out of here!" Pedro laughed and held up his foot to block Bella from getting near him. Bella gave up and walked back over to the snack table. "Day is almost over. What do you want for dinner?"
"KFC mac and cheese"
"That's it?! Might have to call off the wedding if that's all you're getting"
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For Kinktober: Pegging with a side of Loki and a dash of 🍭. <3
It's time for emotions.
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Let Me See You
Warnings: Pegging, established relationship, sub!Loki, praise and reassurance, anal penetration (fingers and strap), when the Dom sweet talks and cooes the brat out of their sub until they are soft blue mess, emotions, mentions of past trauma, Jotun!Loki (not the massive one)
Relationship: Loki Laufeyson x AFAB!Reader
He grunts, deep in his chest with an annoyed tone. His muscles clench around your slick fingers and a swirl of green magic flashes in his eyes. His cheeks are flush and his cock twitches against his stomach.
"Fuck, fuck me already." Loki's fingers digger hard into his spread thighs. "If you think-"
"Don't be naughty, sweetling," you purr, running your free hand up his stomach to brush against one of his nipples. His eyes flutter shut for a moment. "Or I'll have to punish you. And you've been so good for me this week. I know you're feeling wound tight, needy for me. Let me take it all away."
Another grunt escaped his pursed lips when you curled your finger upwards to stroke his prostate. The god's chest heaves when you add a third finger, stretching the ring of muscles. His ass clenches, fighting the intrusion and yet he demands more from you.
His cock leaks precum across his pale, almost blue skin. The illusion of his Asgardian visage seeping away the more he let go of his control. Loki isn't one to let himself be seen, even by you, but you craved these moments. When the facade would drop, when Loki was finally free to you and to himself.
"So beautiful, my love." Your hand stretched up to his heated cheek, thumb stroking the fine contour of his features. "Let me have control. Let me pleasure you and be gentle with my love. Let me see you."
You rise up higher on your knees and look down at your lover. His eyes shine, the defence mechanism developed from centuries of neglect shift and his lips tremble. You kiss him softly. Loki wants to let go, but he can't. He doesn't need to say the words, you won't make him. That isn't what this is about.
"I know, sweetling, I know. You've done nothing but fight for everything you've ever wanted. You don't need to fight me. Let me give you everything."
The slip of your fingers from his body makes him shudder and a whimper slips past his lips. You kiss once again, gripping his jaw firmly so you can plunder and steal the sound from him, to swallow its desperation. You pull back only when his body melts beneath yours. His breath shudders again and you can't help but smile.
You reach across the bed and grab the toy. You're aroused enough that the bulbous end slips inside you with ease. The weight of it inside you and between your legs lifts those last little bits of stress from your body. You pour lube onto the thick silicone and look up at your lover. His eyes are fixed on the heavy blue cock.
"Keep your eyes on me, sweetling, and just let me love you."
Your hands replace the ones on his thighs as you move closer, pressing the tip of your cock against his hole. Loki nods, hands moving to rest on your waist. The slip is easy after the flared head sinks past his tight ring of muscles. You watch his features for any sign of discomfort, his eyes flutter closed and his moans when your hips meet his ass. He clenches and pulls on the strap, pressing your end into deliciously inside you.
"Glorious, my love," you whisper, petting his thighs until your fingers just reach his cock. "Tell me when you want more and I will give it to you."
Loki breathes deeply, adjusts to the weight of being stuffed full so beautifully, like he was made for taking cock. He holds your stare, the marks of his birth rising to the surface as the illusion fades. His eyes shift to red and his pale skin turns the most beautiful shade of blue you've ever seen. He shines.
Your fingers trace the patterns of his skin as you kiss his calf and thighs. Every part of you wants to move, wants to show the god how powerful you are, how you will keep him safe and protected while he receives nothing blissful pleasure. This body wasn't meant for war or harshness, but for worship and soft love.
"Please," he begs.
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bokutosbiceps · 9 months
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getting married
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kirishima ikuya, nanase haruka, matsuoka rin, shigino kisumi, tachibana makoto, yamazaki sousuke (separately) x f!reader | fluff | 1.3k words
summary: how would marrying the free! boys go? 
warnings: none! pls enjoy 💞
a/n: i cannot write nagisa or rei x reader because i ship them so hard. they’re literally so cute together + i can’t even imagine them not being together so 🙂
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you marry kirishima ikuya in a traditional ryokan with a temple attached. he’s not religious, but temples have always been important to ikuya since some major events in his life have happened there + he always somehow feels hopeful there. your colors are a wine red/purple + white. he insists that you guys should have the perfect wedding, w all the bells + whistles. the ceremony at the temple lasts for like 2 hours, + you’re so thankful that it’s nice outside. ikuya is shedding tears the whole time but trying to seem composed + elegant. but you can feel him trembling because he’s clutching your hand the entire time. the ceremony is held in the only “party/conference room” in the ryokan.
it takes ikuya a while to get out of his shell + loosen up enough to dance. thankfully, hiyori helps him in this department by giving him a few drinks. then the rest is history. ikuya still can’t remember the small details of the reception, but he does remember trying to talk to the koi fish in the pond adjacent to where the reception was held. there’s videos of it, rin made sure of that. you have to drag ikuya up to your room on the 2nd floor of the ryokan + you nurse him back to health the entire next day. which was kinda nice, since ikuya is absolutely adorable when he’s all pouty. your honeymoon in stockholm, sweden doesn’t start till the following week, so you spend your first couple of days married to ikuya cuddled up to him and snoozing.
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you marry nanase haruka at the beach, most likely the beach that he grew up on in Iwatobi. the man did not want to wear a suit + you, of course, know of haru’s love for water. so you compromise + he agrees to wear a nice, white cloth button down with khaki calf length pants. your main colors would be a lighter, almost turquoise blue paired with white. when he sees you walking down the aisle, all he can hear is the ocean waves behind him and your soft footsteps in the sand before him. the only thing he’s focused on is this moment, and the fact that you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
he doesn’t know what to do with his hands or how to express his emotions. will likely shed a tear or two. haru doesn’t write vows, because he thinks it all seems so rehearsed, so he will say what he feels in his heart when the time comes. you’re all left sobbing. haru doesn’t really like huge parties so your reception has music, of course, + he has a great time just dancing w you + his friends. the reception ends a little early because he wants to be able to spend time with you alone before being whisked away to your honeymoon in santorini, greece
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you marry matsuoka rin in an aquarium in tokyo. he wanted to get married in Australia but didn’t want to make his mom + sister travel, so he opted to make his Australian teammates travel instead. both the ceremony + the reception are held in the aquarium but in different areas. he —surprisingly —wanted to take over most of the planning for the wedding. he has had this dream of being married in the soft blue glow of the huge fish tank, so you guys get married in the jellyfish viewing room of the aquarium.you don’t have set colors because of the darkness of the inside of the aquarium, but it works out because the light reflecting off of the jellyfish make for the most beautiful blues, pinks, and reds.
he cries like a baby the entire ceremony. from the time he stands up at the altar he’s crying. sousuke has to read rin’s vows for him because he can’t stop sniffling + no one could understand him the first time he tried to read them. the crying doesn’t end until the reception is held in the main viewing room since it has more space + the main tank has sharks! there’s tons of photos ops for the guests and lots of dancing. he wants the reception to end semi early, like around 10p, because you guys have to catch an early flight to your honeymoon in sydney, australia (y'all just stay in the apartment you share in sydney but you go on little adventures to somewhere new every day)
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you + shigino kisumi have a destination wedding! he really can’t decide between paris and rome, but you guys agree on paris since it’s known for it’s romance, just like kisumi is known for his own cheesy romance. your colors are a dusty pink + gold or white. kisumi wants the ceremony to be short so you guys can spend the rest of your wedding partying with your closest friends + family! so the ceremony only consists of your vows + the official “do you take…”. he 100% makes the dumb “kiss-me” joke during the “you may kiss the bride” moment. kinda ruins it but is also so cheesy you can’t help but smile.
he lowkey cries during his vows but you can only see glossy eyes + hear little sniffles. people in the audience most likely will not know he’s crying. BUT BOY CAN THIS MAN PARTY. you guys plan for a tonnnn of wedding games that get the entire party up + bumpin. the party lasts literally till like 5a + you guys just head back to your hotel to begin your honeymoon, since you’re honeymooning in paris anyways
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you marry tachibana makoto in a garden. it’s a super small wedding consisting of only both of your families + your closest friends. your colors are pale yellow + orange which mix nicely w the deep greens of the garden. he’s had his vows written since he decided he was gonna propose to you + getting through reading them was so difficult for him. his ears + cheeks are a furious red that contrasted w the watery look in his eyes. he makes it through, though, but the paper his vows were written on ended up soaked in his tears. you + makoto ended your ceremony by releasing butterflies into the garden, which was entirely makoto’s idea. he’s crying the entire time.
the reception is held in the greenhouse that belongs to the garden. makoto actually made most of the decoration, which consists of tealights in mason jars, beautiful floral arrangements, + little wooden barrels w cute photo op accessories on them. you have to practically carry makoto home from the party because he’s all partied out. he didn’t drink a drop but the dancing + laughter + fun he shared w you + his friends tired him out. makoto has always wanted to go to new york city in the usa, so that’s where you guys have your honeymoon.
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you + yamazaki sousuke have a traditional wedding in tokyo. sousuke isn’t religious but he likes the architecture of old churches + wanted to have his ceremony somewhere with high ceilings. the wedding is huge, though, because of sousuke’s huge family. all of his relatives, whether immediate family or distant relatives, are invited because sousuke felt it was the right thing to do. your wedding colors are turquoise + coral, + the church looks beautiful decorated in these colors. the ceremony lasts about an hour + a half + sousuke is fidgeting the entire time. you couldn’t tell from his face that he was nervous but you could tell from the way he was cracking his knuckles, shuffling his feet, + adjusting his tie. you take his hand in yours + immediately feel him calm down. he whispers a thank you to you + the rest of the ceremony goes by much easier for him.
he says his vows with ease + doesn’t shed a single tear, but once you guys are on your way to the reception in a nearby hotel, he’s all sniffles + watery smiles. this man parties quite hard, especially w his friends. he’s overall responsible, doesn’t drink much, but he’s almost competitive when it comes to dancing. he will outdance all of his friends + even you if you try to challenge him. because of all the dancing, he’s complaining that he’s sore the entire flight to hawaii the day after for your honeymoon. 
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Celeste
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Day 12:  Stripping (Colonel Horacio Carrillo x F!Reader)
(For the 2023 Kinktober event that I created on my own because I am boring and basic and am trying to keep it simple this year...found here!) 
CW:  A minor mention of drug use; Smut-ish but nothing explicit; stripping; talk of a naked body; imagined sex; 18+ only to be safe.
Word Count:  1377
AN:  This was requested by the lovely @justreblogginfics
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Colonel Carrillo sits deep in the shadows of the club, hidden away.  Most men cluster up close to the stage for the best view, but he doesn’t want to be noticed.  He’s tucked away out of sight, out of his usual uniform, blending in with the other men there to ogle beautiful women. 
The club is a frequent hangout for many of Escobar’s men, low-level narcos who nonetheless have important intel that they often blab to their dancer girlfriends.  Those dancer girlfriends then blab backstage, snicker and laugh as they touch up their hair and makeup, as they do bumps of coke to keep their energy up for a long night of dancing.
And you’re there too, a willing ear to listen for that intel that you pass onto your fellow agents.  You have arranged drops that Murphy picks up, and Carrillo combs through them carefully each time.  He waits until he’s alone in his office at night, and then he traces over your neat printing, the simple code that you and Javier devised before you went undercover. 
Carrillo pictures you in your UC apartment, shabby and small.  He pictures you bent over the slips of paper as you pick at a late dinner, pictures you rubbing the calf of one leg with your other foot, that absent-minded habit you have that he noticed immediately when you sat outside of his office.  He pictures you sighing, tired, missing home, missing even your DEA-issued apartment in the expat block of buildings.  He pictures you missing your real name, your real job.
Carrillo hasn’t laid eyes on you in months.  He can edge up to the truth but can’t quite admit it to himself, and you may miss your life, but he misses you. 
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Your UC work has layers.  You’re you, normally, but undercover, you’re Elena Aguilar, a Mexican-American ex-pat with shadowy provenance.  Your cover is that you possibly maybe probably had legal troubles in the States and fled to Medellin to avoid arrest.  It’s an easy way to explain away your American-born Spanish, and it gives you an extra layer of cover:  you don’t answer personal questions because Elena Aguilar is wanted by authorities in the States.
But Elena Aguilar becomes Celeste on the stage, and when Carrillo finally sees you again after so many months, he almost doesn’t recognize you.  Even clothed for a gentlemen’s club, you’re more exposed than he’s ever seen you before.  You’re in a short, pleated skirt that barely covers your ass, and it flounces as you take the stage, platform heels that add entire inches to your height.  You’re dressed up like a Catholic school girl—a tight, low-cut white blouse, a loosely-knotted tie, and a pair of loose braids—and Carrillo hates the hot beat of desire that pulses through him when he sees you.
The music is loud; Carrillo’s heartbeat seems to sync up to the bassline, and he catches himself holding his breath as he watches.  Dios, but why did he never consider how good of a dancer you are?  You had made a joke once to Murphy before you went UC, said something about all those ballet lessons in childhood finally paying off, but maybe there’s some truth to it. 
Watching you, there’s a sensuous, natural movement to your body that Carrillo never would have guessed at.  Some of the other dancers before you were blatant with their sexuality, sharp snaps of the hips, pushing their bared breasts into the faces of the patrons crowded against the stage, but you seduce the crowd, and by extension, you seduce him.
You work to the beat, but you don’t rush it.  You unbutton your tight blouse to reveal a flimsy see-through bra that pushes your breasts up.  You lean against the pole, slide down along it, arch your back like a cat, which makes your breasts push up even further.  You stand again, turn away, push the tiny skirt over your hips and ass.  When you bend over to push it down the rest of the way—you’re in a tiny thong—Carrillo inhales a harsh breath, and his throat feels too tight.
Maybe the song you dance to is long.  Maybe time slows down.  Carrillo knows you must be blinded by the colored lights dancing over you as you strip, and he knows he’s invisible in the shadows, but sometimes it feels like your eyes meet his.  Sometimes everyone else in the club—the hooting, leering men waving Colombian pesos and American dollars (he even swears he sees a Panamanian balboa at one point)—falls away, and it’s like you’re dancing just for him.
Carrillo went to Catholic school.  The man has few sexual predilections that veer into kink territory, but something about the Catholic school girl uniform makes him feel a certain way, reminds him of coming of age around other boys in slacks and button down shirts, around girls in knee socks and pleated skirts.  And you, as Elena Aguilar, as Celeste, has chosen his one, lone kink as your on-stage costume.
He only wanted to lay eyes on you, but here he is, reduced to a panting idiot, hard just from watching you, his erection straining until he shifts in his seat uncomfortably.  He’s a moment away from rushing the stage and wrapping his coat around you, carrying you home and fucking you senseless.  You, though:  not Celeste or Elena.
It doesn’t get easier for him as you finish your set.  You’re naturally athletic, graceful, and when you wrap around the pole, Carrillo can imagine it translating.  He can picture your legs wrapped around him.  He can picture your back arching underneath him, your arms above your head, your eyes heavy-lidded as he makes you come.  And when you shed your bra, Carrillo actually groans:  your breasts are perfect, your nipples pert and pebbled, and he can imagine putting his mouth on them, kissing you there, your hand against the back of head as he sucks against those perfect nipples, the sounds he could pull from you—
The songs ends.  It breaks the spell; the crowd claps and hollers, crude propositions in Spanish, a flurry of paper money that you bend down to gather up along with your clothing.  You do a cute little curtsy, flash the crowd a winning smile, and then you’re gone.
He wants to stay only long enough to calm.  He can’t careen out onto the streets of Medellin with an erection, so he sits in the shadows and watches the next dancer.  She doesn’t elicit the same response, thankfully—only you seem to have that power—so his blood cools by degrees and he deflates and his heartrate slows.
But when he starts to plan his exit, a waitress brings him a fresh drink.  He hadn’t ordered it, and when he tries to wave it away, she insists.
“On the house,” she says, and she sets down a clean cocktail napkin and sets the glass down on top of it.
His first thought is that he’s been made.  A narco in the club has recognized him and is sending him this drink.  As a message?  Poisoned, perhaps?  He runs his thumb over the rim of the glass and jostles it so the ice clinks.  He looks around but doesn’t see anyone obviously watching him.
Then he sees it:  slowly bleeding as the condensation of the glass wets the napkin, but he snatches the glass away before it becomes illegible.  A message on the cocktail napkin, and he recognizes the neat handwriting immediately.
You must have seen him come in.  Carrillo knows little about strip clubs, but it would make sense that there be cameras posted everywhere, and it would make sense that the dancers would watch them.  How else might they target the men who might give them the most money?  How else might they identify problem men?  Maybe you watched him enter the club, watched him be seated, and maybe those moments where he felt like he was locking eyes with you were real after all.
But the message, half-blurred by his drink.  Carrillo reads it on the sly, pretends to sip his drink and toy with the napkin like he’s bored. 
H - I want to come home.
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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year
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𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍 (ma perle)
valentine's day masterlist
summary - your lifeguard of a boyfriend makes you a necklace from the pearls he's found.
the gif and headers I use aren't mine.
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
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Ari had spent the day making you a necklace from the pearls he had found whilst swimming. He smiled as his name glistened between the pearls, and the golden letters stood out between the white balls. He grabbed the case and carefully placed the necklace inside before standing, his tanned hairy chest in view, tiny shorts barely covering his lower half as he made his way to the backyard. Where you lie, sunbathing with the cutest little bikini he’s ever seen.
A giant smile makes its way onto his face when you turn and smile happily at him, your tiny form giddy at the sight of your large, beefy man. “Hey, baby girl. You having fun out here?” He leans down and places a loving kiss against your plump lips. He takes a seat at the end of the chair, rubbing his hand up and down your calf as he stares at you lovingly.
“I am! It’s so nice out. Are you finally going to join me?” You pout, giving him your best puppy eyes. Ari chuckles, placing the case onto his lap. Your eyes move down to it curiously. “What’s that? Is that what you’ve been hiding from me?” You lean forward, practically jumping into his lap and staring up at him with wide eyes. 
“Yes, baby girl. You wanna open it?” He hands it over, chuckling as you practically snatch it out of his hands, beaming at him. 
The moment you open it, a small gasp escapes you. Eyes wide and shocked, you look at Ari and back down at the necklace. Your finger traces the pearls and his name. “Ari… It’s beautiful. Did you make this?” Ari smiles nervously, nodding before a grunt escapes him as you tackle him. Your tiny body is clinging onto him, peppering his face with kisses. “I love you. I love you. I love you! It’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever made me, and I will never take it off!” You quickly spin, handing the necklace to him and lifting your hair into a makeshift ponytail.
Ari grabs hold of it, clipping the piece of homemade jewellery to your neck and smiling at how pretty it looks on you. “I’m glad you like it, baby girl. It looks beautiful on you.” His hand rests on your back as you turn around and look at him with a dazed, loved look in your eyes. Ari strokes your cheek, smiling softly at you. “You okay, baby girl?” You nod, nuzzling your face into his palm and pressing a kiss into it. 
“Thank you, Ari. I’m so lucky to have you in my life.”
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blackopals-world · 1 year
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Eye of the Beholder
Wexia!FemYuu x Vil Schoenheit
Guest oc: Kokomo Onizaki @zomchan69
Sorry, Vil just isn't that impressive to her. His beauty isn't to Yuu's standards.
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"Vil-sama looks exceptional as always." Elizabeth gushed. She never had anything but praise for the Pomefiore Headwarden, Yuu wondered if the Heartslabyul girl wanted to change dorms. Kokoro was unfortunately absent at the moment taking a restroom break. Yuu liked having the Oni as a social buffer but she needed to remember what she always said.
'Yuu-chan, be nice. I swear you are worst then Idia. Talk to people.'
Yuu huffed to herself. Koko was right.
"Is it really relevent?" Yuu asked Elizabeth biding time.
"Oh course it is. You must see it too." She said firmly.
Vil could overhear the girls from his seat but pretended not to notice. He was always ready to soak in a bit of praise but he wanted to hear Yuu's response.
Yuu was known as a mysterious beauty on campus. She hailed from a foreign land with strange magic. Her hair was a long curtain of thick black hair that reached down to the back of her thighs. Her eyes were a vibrant shade of gold. Vil thought it was a shame that she didn't end up in Pomefiore instead of Scarabia.
When Yuu transferred from her old school Vil was part of her welcome party for the cultural exchange program, she wasn't excited to leave her dorm Shundian. She formed a companionship with Onizaki. The pink Oni made Yuu's transition easier.
"He is okay." She said bluntly. She said it without pause and with little consideration.
Vil could feel his ears burning. Did she really just call him "okay"?! Him?! She had to be lying, covering up her feeling for him. Someone as beautiful as her surely has good taste.
But Vil had to be sure.
After class he cornered her under the guise of learning about fashion in her her homeland.
"Silk, lots of silk." She said simply.
"Yuu dear, that's not a lot to go one. Tell me at least what you would call attractive." Vil could already hear her saying it. 'Vil you already are the most attractive person I've ever seen.' Even if he knew that already he just wanted her to say it.
"There is no need." She said deadpanned.
"Oh? Why is that?" Vil smiled like a cat about to catch the canary.
"Mn," She hummed as she nodded "There would be no use. The style I like wouldn't suit you. You'd look strange."
Vil felt his heart drop into his stomach. Strange?! Strange she says!
"At least tell me what would be so strange," Vil said bitting back his astonishment.
"Well, I don't want to be rude. Your hair is too short, usually we wear our hair as long as possible. We spend our entire lives growing it to show how healthy and wealthy we are. Common folk have short hair but their hair is longer than yours." Yuu said examining Vil's hair. It was at least healthy and taken care of but she didn't see the appeal in such short length.
"Is that all?" Vil didn't know there was such importance for her in something like hair length but understood why. Beauty is calculated to the finest degree so of course.
"Well no, in my country, your hair color and texture would also be different. It's slightly curly, which reminds me if a calf. I could be considered cute and the less traditional would like it." Yuu examined the tips of purple-colored hair.
"So just my hair is the problem. That's nothing. Hair can grow and be changed."
"No, it's more than that."
"Then enlighten me. What is your ideal man?" He asked looking her in the eye.
"I don't have one. I suppose when I thought of a beautiful man I imagined my emperor. He has long black hair that brushes the ground, sly golden eyes like a fox, regal silk robes laced with gold, a pretty face that's soft like his smile, and vibrant light makeup." Yuu never talked much but she clearly longed for this man.
"I see, you are already in love. That has defined your sense of beauty." Vil finally realized.
"Love? I don't love him. That would be like loving the sunset. His beauty is only fact. Implying that it is the same as love is foolish. Honestly, I was humoring you for your sake but all you people seem to do is ask pointless questions." If she was passionate she probably would have stored away but she simply bowed before taking her leave. She needed to help Jamil prepare for a feast.
Vil sighed heavily. He didn't stand a chance against a woman who is already taken.
But he could certainly prove her wrong.
Vil Schoenheit is not just "Okay"
Just as he thought this a large shadow hovered over him. He had forgotten. Kokoro.
"Vil-sama. Do you mind telling me why you thought it was a good idea to corner Yuu like that?" The giant Oni crossed her arms and stared down at Vil choosing to forgo her usual stance.
"I meant no harm. I just wanted to know more about Eastern fashion." Vil brushed off the daggers being glared at him.
Kokoro sharpened her glare and narrowed her eyes before smiling smugly.
"You like her. Don't you Vil-sama?" She couldn't hold back the uproarious laughter that came out.
Vil could feel his face turning red as tried to get her to shut up.
When Kokoro finally finished she spoke again.
"If you really are that curious I'll give you a tip. Yuu as much as I love her is very traditional. It's got to be by the book. She likes Wuxian clothes and those who respect them. But if you ask me Vil, don't just change to make her happy. Be yourself." With that Kokoro left in the direction Yuu went.
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He returned to his dorm to research the traditional styles she adored so much to find something she couldn't deny looked good on him.
Vil learned that she was right about his hair. The robes he wore suited him but these looked better with longer hair. So she was right about one thing. But apparently shorter hair was not uncommon and there were styles that suited it.
Moreover, he learned about Yuu's culture and why she was so strict with her behavior and talk. Her land was very closed off to anything that wasn't the norm and Vil was certainly not the norm. Her beauty standards were marked in stone, written for her.
She was right, her emperor's beauty is a fact. But she would benefit from an example of the value of foreign beauty.
He plotted out an outfit that he would use to gain her attention. One to emulate what would be traditionally her taste but also suit what he liked.
All he needed now was an event to wear it. Coincidentally there was a flower viewing party being thrown by the cultural club.
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Yuu could feel eyes on her.
"Koko are you sure about this hanfu?" Yuu asked as she sat under the cherry tree."It's a bit dark. The guide said it's best to wear light colors."
Yuu liked the violet color but it might be inappropriate for a girl.
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"It's fine. Just one of those old-fashioned rules. It's not even a real rule. We can wear whatever we like. You're more strict then Riddle." Kokoro shrugged.
"I'm not strict, I'm just dissa-dissapined." Yuu fumbled at the last word.
"Disciplined, you almost had it." Kokoro smiled with amusement. It's easy to forget that this was her second language, but her mess-ups were so rare these days.
"Disciplined! Gha!" Yuu pouted in frustration. The uncharacteristic outburst was unlike her, at least for people who don't know her.
Yuu glances across the garden and sees Jamil looking at her with a worried expression. He made a hand motion to calm down and take a breath.
Yuu follows his instruction before talking to Kokoro again.
"If you want to talk about strict talk to Riddle. He's not exactly enthusiastic about your dress right now." Yuu said pointing at the red-faced warden.
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"Tsk, guess I have to talk him down. Thought sending Ace and Deuce would distract him would help." The Oni sighed before going to pacify her dorm leader. "Don't miss me too much."
Yuu huffed in annoyance while watching the 8-foot woman somehow waltz away. Everyone seemed to be having fun and thankfully not trying to approach. People usually stayed away when Kokoro was around. When she was gone though...Yuu was never left alone. Constant gawking and question asking.
The Vil guy was no different. He had no decency. Someone that thinks of her as exotic and asks asinine questions. Why ask her when he can look it up for himself?
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. There he was. Vil Schoenheit, wearing his rendition of a hanfu. Deep purple and black silk robes.
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She found the outfit acceptable.
"Well?" He asked sauntering up to her and asking as though he already knew her response.
So presumptuous as always.
Yuu couldn't help but burst into a fit of giggles. A few people noticed as she reflexively grabbed for her lilac fan. She quickly covered her face. She couldn't let herself be seen like this.
Vil felt the bitter sting of humiliation a Yuu blatantly laughed in his face but he also felt a warm bubble sensation in his chest. He had never heard her laugh. She was a straight faced and serious girl who couldn't even crack a smile. But she was laughing. It was a pretty laugh. One he'd want to record and play over and over. One he wanted to use as an example of the perfect laugh for auditions. Her smile was just the match.
"What's so funny?" He couldn't help but smile back as he pulled the face from her face.
Yuu cackled helplessly as she covered her mouth with her hand as she shied away. People were looking, how embarrassing.
"Sorry! Sorry! It's just *snort* you-you!" She tried to speak "You do look strange. Like I said."
Vil's face fell.
He remembered that this was currently at his expense no matter how cute she sounded.
"You hate it, don't you." His disappointment seemed to snap Yuu out of her fit.
"NO! I mean no. It's just that you do look different. I don't dislike it. The color suits you. It is just not something I've ever imagined you in. So seeing it is different for me. But the way you so boldly walked right up to me was shocking. People don't usually approach like that." Yuu assured him.
"No, what you imagined? Tell me, what do you imagine me in?" Vil asked teasingly.
"Not much." She slipped before turning red "I MEAN, I DONT IMAGINE YOU MUCH AT ALL. ANYTING, NOTH. NO! NOT!"
Yuu yelled spasticity as she fumbled her English.
Vil had found a new joy. While he normally doesn't tease or mock he found flustering eastern girl entertaining.
"So you think I look good? Better than okay?" Vil asked smugly.
"I guess some people would call your current appearance dashing. Maybe even princely." Yuu huffed reluctantly. " In my opinion you still need a bit of work. A few touch ups."
Vil could hardly take the blushing girl's word for it anymore. She wasn't being completely honest as she clearly did like what she saw.
"Is that so? Then you must give me your advice then." Vil held out his arm for her to hold. "Regardless, I think we mack quite the pair right now as is."
Yuu smiled behind her fan as she linked onto Vil's offered arm.
"I expect you to behave as my escort. Try to be as dashing as you appear." Yuu had an image too.
"Naturally."
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I had to rewrite this twifinished. tumblr deleted all my progress. It's a bit muddled but it's finished.
Special thanks to @zomchan69
Oc: Kokoro Onizaki
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Teenage Dirtbag (Robin Buckley x Reader)
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Word Count: 3.3K
Synopsis: Reader is hopelessly pining for Robin, even though she knows the girl is out of her league and hardly knows who she is…and that she’s already dating King Harrington…right?
 Honestly, this song originally struck me as being for EddiexReader. But I love PostModern Jukebox (ft Jax)’s take on it and was like “what if it was wlw for ROBIN?!” and here we are. Happy Pride, mfers.
CW: Self-doubt and loathing; reader being a useless-sapphic ™;  homophobia common of the 80s; unfair stereotypes to ‘freaks’; Minor Steddie if you squint; song lyrics mention a gun and ass-kicking; swears; jealousy of Steve (we’re pretty mean to him here)/mistaken identity; also, we’re tweaking canon because Eddie lives. Fight me.
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She radiated beauty and light, and while you hadn’t had more than a minute-long conversation with her, you could tell that she was intelligent and that her soul was deep. Robin Buckley was the coolest girl you’d ever laid eyes on. Even in that dorky band uniform with the oversized hat and bobbing feather, chin-strap snugly tucked underneath her beautiful face. Luckily for you, she was out of uniform today and you drank in her long, thin frame, adorned with a striped t-shirt, and a skirt…but most importantly her legs were being caressed by knee-high tube socks. The stark yellow stripe drawing attention to her taut calf muscle as she walked down the hallway, carefree and angelic. Somehow, the buzzing fluorescence of the lights in this shitty hallway took on a heavenly light when they met her skin. You sighed in both admiration and frustration. There she was treading so perfectly and she hardly knew you existed.
Her name is Noelle
I have a dream about her
She rings my bell
I got gym class in half an hour
Oh, how she rocks
In Keds and tube socks
You leaned against your locker, biting your lip in silent longing. You weren’t in her league; you weren’t sure you were even in the same species. She was somewhere between a nerd and a prep, and you were a certifiable freak. Besides the homosexual tendencies you were harboring that would make you a pariah in this town if you were found out, you generally were clad in black and heavy makeup, looking like a walking The Cure album, a poster-child for loneliness and therapy,  surrounding yourself with other freaks, most notably your best friend, Eddie Munson. You were no stranger to being called a ‘demon’ or having wild accusations thrown your way. No wonder Robin’s gaze never turned to you. While you loved your friends and relished your lowkey lifestyle, particularly because it made you feel comfortable with who you really were, you still lamented that that meant you were invisible to the most beautiful, captivating eyes you had ever seen.
“C’mon, band geeks aren’t that far from D&D dorks,” Eddie tried to cheer you up, putting an optimistic spin on it, like he always did. You wondered how someone with so much pain and darkness in their life could be so light. He was always smiling and had a way about him that made everyone want to bare their souls to him. He put out beams of trustworthiness and others gravitated toward it. You yourself had been sucked into that unrelenting positivity. He was one of the limited few who really knew you, and one that you had confided in about your sexuality, and eventually your ridiculous crush on Robin.
“It’s very different, Eddie,” you admonished him. How could he not know how the rest of the school saw you? “They all think we’re devil worshipers and shit and she just like, plays the trumpet,” you shrugged. “It’s totally not the same. Even if they get made fun of, we are not on the same level.”
“Maybe they just don’t know how dumb and nerdy our club is. Maybe she doesn’t know and you should introduce her to the fine world of Dungeons and Dragons,” he smirked and you rolled your eyes at him, black lids almost sticking to your brows at the effort.
“Yeah, sure, whatever you say, Ed,” you replied in a dismissive tone. 
“Ya know, I heard she got a job at Scoops Ahoy…” his grin grew larger at his implication. 
You acted unfazed by this information, but soon you went there consistently and not-so-innocently to indulge your sweet tooth, but the only sweet you were really gorging yourself on was Robin. You teetered between feeling guilty for going to sneak looks at her in her adorable, short uniform…and wholly enjoying it. 
You never really struck up a conversation. You’d just place your order and sit in a booth, nursing the dairy dessert as slowly as possible to get your fill of Robin in a sailor hat, eyeliner thickly applied and pink lips parted in a rehearsed sales monologue or talking to herself. Good thing you had the ice cream to tamp down the burning you felt in your stomach and your cheeks whenever you looked up at her, averting your gaze if she so much as twitched in your direction.
But she doesn't know who I am
And she doesn't give a damn about me
'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden maybe with me
And then one day, Steve fuckin’ Harrington had to ruin your reverent ritual. It startled you the first time he was behind the counter instead of Robin, as if you’d walked into the wrong store. It felt so…unnatural. Steve lived down the street from you and had been an entitled dickweed ever since you were young. You were always more of an introvert and liked reading or drawing on your driveway with chalk when you were little, whereas Steve was a stereotypical rough-and-tumble boy, throwing his football into your lawn to disrupt you, or climbing trees and yelling loudly. He always reeked of desperation for attention, while you opposed having the spotlight on you. High school had only widened the gap between you two, as he fell in with the popular crowd and ruled the school. On a good day, you were invisible to him and his cohorts. On a bad day, you were a target of their slurs and slander and Steve dove right in to join them. You’d hear him mutter about how unfortunate it was to live near you, like he’d catch your cooties…or you’d put a witchy hex on him.
Her boyfriend's a dick
And he brings a gun to school
And he'd simply kick
My ass if he knew the truth
He lives on my block
And he drives an IROC
You couldn’t walk into your house without being reminded of his existence, and your one respite of Scoops Ahoy was now tainted with his god awful Farrah Fawcet hair spray and cocky demeanor. Even worse, he now created a barrier between you and Robin. You were no longer guaranteed to talk to her. Especially when Steve tried to butt-in to take your order. 
It was obvious he liked her, too. He would be a fool not to, sure. You couldn’t imagine anyone not being drawn into Robin and her dark, reflective eyes or her goofy smile. But you caught Steve blatantly checking her out, and more than once. You knew you had no claim to her, and were probably hoping against all hope to be with her one day, but it still irked you. Particularly because he didn’t have eyes just for her. He seemed to hit on every girl who breezed through the ice cream parlor, even though he struck out time and time again, looking like the biggest dork in that uniform, showing everybody that he truly peaked in high school now that he had graduated and was not having a glamorous jet-setting summer like his ilk. He didn’t deserve Robin as it was, but especially when he couldn’t put her first. She was your only crush and had been for some time. 
“What can I do for you?” He had the nerve to ask and grin blankly at you, nothing going on behind his eyes. ‘You could back off of Robin and take your douchey self out of here--’ you began to think snidely, biting the inside of your cheek so as not to let the words slip out. Luckily, it created a clever disguise, looking as though you were just debating what you wanted. 
“Uh, I guess strawberry today.”
“Would you like some sprinkles? They’re on the house.” He winked and you tried to hide your gagging revulsion. Customer-service Steve was totally fake and he acted as if he didn’t have a distaste for you his entire life. ‘What could Robin ever see in someone like him?’ you thought. But truth-be-told, most girls your age tended to fawn over Steve and he could give her something you never could: a normal life.
But he doesn't know who I am
And he doesn't give a damn about me
The mall fire marked a sort of beginning-of-the-end in Hawkins. Starcourt was the one hip thing about the town, the one thing to do. And now that had all been scrapped. Rightfully so, as it seemed macabre to just go on with it as if nothing ever happened there. People died, the town had to even elect a new chief of police because he had perished as well. But it left you in a lurch regarding activities you could do, especially on your own…and particularly to have access to Robin. Now, you didn’t know where she worked and you certainly couldn’t ask her. It would give off stalker vibes in waves if you approached and said, “hey, I miss watching you at your work all the time, mind telling me where I can find you now?” 
Even worse, she seemed to be closer with Steve. The rumor mill didn’t explicitly say they were dating, but you assumed they were. It was a small town and you’d see them together frequently. Steve even dropped her off at school most mornings, which seemed to you like something couples would do. It completely dashed your hopes that this would be like a Hollywood fairy tale and you’d get the girl in the final act. Time was running out, as it was your last year at Hawkins High, and quite possibly the last stretch of time you’d ever see Robin Buckley. Then, the unthinkable happened when Eddie betrayed you and became cozy with Steve after Spring Break in your Senior year. "I can't believe you're actually hanging out with--no, that you're friends with that douchebag, now." It was a charming little development that Eddie had been spending time with Steve. 
“He’s not really that bad. I know, I know,” he responded immediately to your huff and look of disgusted disbelief, “A month ago I would have dropped dead before I would have said something like that, but it’s the truth, Y/N. He’s changed a lot since he was in school. He’s actually a pretty cool dude.” You may have been a little over-dramatic with your resulting retching, as Eddie asked, “What’s your deal with him, anyway?”
“What do you mean, ‘what’s my deal?’ Like you said, a month ago, you would have been calling him a douchebag right along with me! What’s your deal?” You didn’t give him time to respond and jumped right into your tirade instead, “First of all, in case you’ve forgotten, he hates us. Or at least, hates me still, since you’re all chummy now, apparently. He has made fun of me his whole life and uses it as fodder to yuck it up with his friends.
“‘Fodder,’ nice word choice,” Eddie smirked, eyes gleaming. He was clearly amused watching you get riled up over this, but you didn’t let that stop you.
“He’s so vapid and shallow. I’m pretty sure all of those hairspray fumes fried his few functioning brain cells. He pants after every girl he lays eyes on, like a dopey dog but without the loyalty. The most frustrating and asinine part of that aspect of him is that he does it with Robin! I’ve seen him drool over her and then turn around to immediately follow some other girl, but he--he still gets to drive her to school every day and talk to her and…I can’t,” you squeaked out the last two words, the realization crashing down on you: you hated Steve most because you were jealous.
'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden maybe with me
Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin'
Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin'
"Oh, trust me, she and little Stevie are just friends." He waggled his eyebrows and you stared at him in confusion.
“Wh-what? How? They’re like, always together, and--and. Did he tell you this because you’re best buddies now, or what?” You were flustered and were sure you weren’t making any sense, but Eddie just smiled in a smug way. He was hiding a secret, but you didn’t dig further right now. You had no idea what he meant, how he knew, but this revelation was a breath of fresh air: your spirit renewed.
Spring and the school year were quickly coming to a close. While you wouldn’t consider yourself one for tradition, nor attending events with people, Eddie convinced you to partake some of the normal teenage activities. “You’re only going to be a senior once, Y/N,” he goaded you.
“This is your third senior year,” you reminded him with a deadpan expression and tone.
“I know. I said you’re only going to be a senior once. You.” He gave you a playful smile in return, “And hey, life is short and not always guaranteed.” The smile faltered a bit, and you could tell he was remembering Chrissy’s death, all of the deaths that occurred over Spring Break. You couldn’t really argue with Eddie when he was being serious for once in his life. He blinked the memory away and put on a cheerful facade again, “Hopefully, this will be my last senior year, too, so we have to make it a momentous occasion. You should go to prom with me.”
“Oh Eddie, I thought you’d never ask,” you put your hand over your heart sarcastically as you replied to him in a monotone voice, “how romantic.”
“Oh God, stop. That’s embarrassing for the both of us,” he joked. “What I mean is, we should both go to prom. Make the memory, all that jazz. I think you’ll be…pleasantly surprised.” You were used to his theatrical pauses by now, but it sounded like he was up to something. Eddie wouldn’t be Eddie without hatching a plan or scheme, but you agreed anyway.
“This is the most conformist thing I have ever done,” you greeted Eddie at your door, “I hate it.”
“It’s just a dress, Y/N. It isn’t the end of the world,” he cleared his throat to hide his laugh, but you caught it anyway and shoved him out of your doorway.
“This was all your idea, Munson. I will never let you forget that.”
At first, it wasn’t all that bad. Some of the music wasn’t totally abhorrent and Eddie was making your group laugh, dancing and miming his way through various activities. But the fun was cut short when Eddie’s other group of friends came in. You felt betrayed as Eddie brought Steve back to the gym that he once owned. Amongst this new group was of course, Robin. Your cheeks flared and your heart raced at the sight of her. She was always beautiful, but tonight she had a touch of glamor, wearing a knee-length green dress. However, that happiness was also fleeting. Eddie took off with their group and had them laughing and dancing, and you even saw him twirl Robin around. You sat and sulked in the bleachers, meaning you missed Eddie pointing you out to her.
Man, I feel like mold
It's prom night and I am lonely
Your elbows were propped against your knees and your hands cradled your face as you stared down at the floor. This could have been a great night, a fun night. But you just weren’t cut out for that typical teenage fun. Perhaps it wouldn’t sting so much if you had chosen to stay home rather than put yourself out there; if you weren’t dragged here only to be ditched by Eddie. But him choosing Steve and his group only solidified the feeling that burned deep within you: you didn’t fit in. Anywhere.
You glanced up, hoping that maybe Eddie had noticed your absence from the dance floor and would take pity on you. However, you saw Robin walking unsteadily in your direction instead. It wasn’t a too-much-spiked-punch walk. It was more hesitant, methodical. The changing lights cascaded across her hair and skin, making her seem even more unreal. As she drew nearer, you gained more of an appreciation for her dressed-up look. The makeup highlighted her cheekbones and lips; the way the dress hugged her waist and the length of it emphasized her legs. You smiled softly when you noticed that she was still wearing sneakers, though. That was much more like the Robin you knew. 
“Is this seat taken?” She was standing directly in front of you, but you weren’t completely sure she was talking to you. You looked to your left, then to your right, confirming that you were alone. You nodded, automatically, but were still in disbelief. You’d hardly exchanged words that weren’t related to ice cream before.
Lo and behold
She's walking over to me
This must be fake
My lip starts to shake
How does she know who I am?
And why does she give a damn about me
“Eddie’s told me all about you. Well, everything I didn’t already know,” she said, effortlessly flashing you that radiant smile. You were glad to be sitting down already as your knees began to quake.
“Is that right?” You asked nervously, throat suddenly becoming dry. Your eyes flicked across the room towards Eddie. You discovered him watching you intently and when you made eye contact, he gave you an enthusiastic thumbs-up. 
“Mm-hmm. He said you were the coolest girl he’s ever met. But I already guessed that. I mean, I thought that. I mean---well, and he said you’re his best friend.” She quickly tacked on the change in subject, but your heart hammered in your chest. Robin thinks you’re cool? Wait, Robin knows who you are and thinks about you? Your mind was racing.
“He, he is. I mean, I am. His best friend. And he’s mine. He’s a good guy.” 
“Oh yeah, he’s totally great!” She rushed out, flustered. “He uh…he said that you were maybe, like…like me, too?” She looked at you with meaningful implication. Oh, shit. Did she just--is she saying she’s gay, too? It was a hopeful thought, but you were sure you were misreading it, and it’s not like you could just ask her for clarification. Not on this topic. 
When you didn’t give a definitive answer (truthfully, you probably looked more deer-in-the-headlights confused instead), Robin continued, “Anyway, uh, I’d like to get to know you better and Eddie said you liked Iron Maiden?” You nodded numbly in response to this and she reached into her small purse, “Well, I’ve got two tickets, would you maybe like to go? With me?”
“I--yeah, of course! I’d love to go with you, Robin!” You blurted out, not wanting the opportunity to pass you by. Like Eddie said, life is short and you only get this one go-around. “I’d like to get to know you better, too. I think maybe we are a lot alike,” you replied, giving her a similar knowing look before you both broke out in smiles, grinning like lunatics.
I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby
Come with me Friday, don't say "maybe"
I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you
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Hi! Could you please write a CG! Loki x Little! reader about the time they met? I was thinking that Loki was causing mischief around scaring all the servants by transforming into a snake (kind of like that scene in Thor) when he encounters reader in a garden. He tries to scare her but surprisingly enough she thinks the snake is adorable and starts to pet him and play with him, completely unaware that it's Prince Loki
Special friend
Content - loki in snake form, asgradian little reader, flower chains, fluff.
Summary - loki wants to scare everyone he comes across today, however you rather enjoy him in his reptile form
Authors note - ahh I loved this so much, I'm so sorry it took so long. I know I don't need to say this but I will if you see a snake or any other dangerous animal don't make contact with it unless you have a trained professional with you :)
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Everyone knew that Loki enjoyed causing mischief. It was in his nature.
Today had been a particularly mischievous day for the prince. So far he had scared Thor, Odin, Sif and 3 palace guards. He had made an attempt on his mother but she was too used to his antics by now.
Approaching the garden he saw you sat down in a long baby purple dress that come down to your ankles. You were sitting down picking at the flowers in the ground making bracelets out of the stems.
Perfect.
Green covered his body as he transformed himself into the reptile. Making his way over to you he said over your calf.
Instantly looking down you saw a green snake with golden undertones. It was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen.
"Hi Mr snake" you giggled gently stroking its back. It was softer than you would imagine with the scales.
Loki was instantly taken back by your soft actions looking up at you curiously as you went back to your daisy chain. Slithering over to the path of flowers he picked one with his fangs and brought it back to you nudging your knee.
Looking down at the golden snake you gasped when he presented it to you dropping it on your leg. "Thank you!" You squealed as he slithered away, you instantly added it on to your chain.
Once Loki was out of sight to you had went back to his human form. After leaving it a few minutes he went out to join you again.
"Hello little one, what are you doing?" He prodded sitting down with you "hi prince Loki" you stumbled a bit on your words "I'm making daisy chains" you said lifting one up to show him "ah I see, where did you get this one" he said pointing to the hot pink flower intertwined with the pristine white ones.
"From a special friend"
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Heyyy I hope your day is going great!!! :))
May I request a narutoxfem!reader where the reader is going through a break up and naruto comforts the reader and later on he confesses his feelings towards the reader. I hope this makes sense 😭 anyways tyyy :))
Btw I love your writing 🫶🫶🫶
Hi, lovely Anon! Thank you very much for the request. I am so sorry this took so long.
I think friends to lovers stories turn me feral, because I uh... Yeah. I went overboard. @uchihabbynic @tired-biscuit tagging you as requested! I hope this can help quench your Naruto thirst 🥵
Title: Dream Theater 🍋
Words: 5.8k
Ship: Naruto x f!reader
Warnings: NSFW, hurt/comfort, hand job, blow job, overstimulation, threesome, praise, soft dom!Naruto, fingering, very pussy drunk!Naruto, tit fucking, pearl necklace.
Mentions: Shikamaru & Hinata
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Days like today humbled Naruto by reminding him that even the most powerful of Shinobi have that special something that freezes their hearts; a certain concoction that imprisons their souls by dangling hope’s dazzling light over them before snuffing it out and leaving them alone in the infinite darkness.  But for Naruto, that something wasn’t a power-hungry Uchiha, or almighty gods that were up to no good; no, what Naruto feared above all else, was the fury of a beautiful woman scorned. 
He was not prepared for this. Your voice was like a firecracker as you wept out profanities and self-deprecating remarks, flailing your arms wildly with no regard for your surrounds (or Naruto’s face, which you had smacked a few dozen times), your button nose redder than Rudolph’s as you continued to assault it with the paper-thin fabric, a mixture of snot and tears coating them as you tossed the tissues to the birch hardwood beneath your feet. Your hair was all askew, your cute matching pajama set was wrinkled with one leg pulled up to your calf and the other fully pulled down, as you paced back and forth along the length of your living room, the box of tissues Naruto followed you around with nearly empty, as you finally collapsed to the couch, defeated.
“Why didn’t he want to marry me?” You cried, blowing your nose harshly.
Naruto hesitated. Was this a trick question? Should he answer this? The truth was, he didn’t know the answer. Shikamaru never discussed your relationship, both he and Naruto respected you far too much to get into the dirty details - those were saved for one-night stands and short flings - but for long term partners, especially ones that were friends first, the secrets of the bedroom stayed locked away. The reality was, Shikamaru was meant to tell you the answer a year and a half ago - but it looks like he never did.
Naruto reached into the box, pulling out the last tissue and handing it to you gently as you tossed the old one, wrapping his arm around you to allow you to cry into his broad shoulder. You truly were a mess right now, as you blew into his shirt like an elephant, but he didn’t mind. He kissed the top of your head as you cloaked your arms around his waist and wailed, hot tears seeping onto his skin and sliding down his back. 
“Because Shikamaru is a dumbass.” Naruto decided to answer, rubbing your upper arm. 
A humorless, deflated chuckle rumbled from your chest through the hiccups. “H-He’s literally a genius.” The last word barely escaped your lips as you sobbed even harder, your grip around Naruto tightening and surprising him as you managed to force a cough from the pressure you put against his stomach.
“So?” He asked. “He’s always been an idiot when it comes to women, and he was a special kind of stupid when it came to you.”
You sniffled loudly and pulled back, shooting the saddest smile Naruto had ever seen right into his heart, the force impaling him to the couch. He reached his free hand up and smoothed out your hair, trailing his thumb against your cheek to catch the final few tears that toppled from the edge of your dazzling eyes. You wiped your nose with the last tissue and watched as it slowly fluttered to the white-cotton graveyard beneath your feet as you collapsed into the crook of Naruto’s neck once again, sighing. 
Your warm breath tickled his Adam’s apple as he swallowed a cluster of lust and adoration. He was certain that you could hear his banging heartbeat as you nuzzled into his neck and crawled onto his lap. He grunted softly as he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and cradled you to him, wanting to shelter you from ever feeling this way again. 
Naruto and Shikamaru had an honor code - a rule that had transcended all else in their decades of friendship - it was unbroken and unspoken, yet it hung over their heads like an ax before a beheading: No dating each other’s exes. 
This code was the bane of Naruto’s very existence. When Shikamaru had first told him that you two were dating, Naruto felt his soul get sucked away into a vortex and his heart fall into the pit of his stomach. He had never admitted to Shikamaru that he had a crush on you - he didn’t know how, considering Shikamaru had told him first. It was a rare thing: Shikamaru having interest in anything, and especially anyone. 
“Really?” Naruto asked, his voice muffled as he chewed his inner cheek. “You’ve never told me about your crushes before.”
“Never had one.” Shikamaru shrugged and pulled out a cigarette. “But she’s… I mean, you know her. She’s special.” 
“Yeah,” Naruto agreed, clenching his fists as he looked to the starry sky as Shikamaru’s cigarette smoke swirled into the cold night air. “She is.”
So, what was Naruto to do other than smile and say how great it was, and that you two were made for each other, as each of his organs slowly withered away inside of him. He remained friends with both of you. He wasn’t the type of person to let a vendetta stew for long, and he had to admit, you two really were good together - for awhile. You played off each other like practiced musicians; inside jokes and longing looks were hard to not take notice of at every social gathering the two of you attended. Naruto remained neutral as Switzerland during the break-up, providing a shoulder to cry on for you and a soap-box for Shikamaru to stand on for him. 
“I don’t know, Naruto, alright?!” Shikamaru shouted, running a hand through his pointier-than-usual ponytail. “I just… don’t.”
Naruto sucked down his rage. “I hate to say this,” he crossed his arms and stood before his best friend, bolting him to the ground with his narrowed gaze. “But that’s fucked up. You need to tell her why you won’t marry her. Poor girl’s gonna have a complex.”
“I-” Shikamaru fumbled out a cigarette, cursing as it fell to the black concrete. He lit another one with shaking hands and sucked it between his teeth. “I know, but-”
“But nothing!” Naruto angrily took the death-stick from the man’s mouth and threw it to the pavement, crushing it with his foot while ignoring Shikamaru’s protests. “You must have some reason.”
“I don’t want to talk about this.” Shikamaru aloofly slid his hands into his front pockets and looked down, watching the cigarette tumble away in the wind. “She just… deserves more than me. I want my freedom. I can’t be… locked down, right now.”
“That’s not the reason and you know it.” Naruto turned on his heel to leave, stopping a few feet away to crane his neck back towards Shikamaru. “Have a heart and be honest with her, that’s all I’m saying. She loves you.” 
He walked away, loud silence trailing slowly behind. He went straight to your apartment that night and watched you crumble. You tried to tell him he could leave several times, but Naruto was stubborn and wouldn’t budge, just continued to sit next to you on the couch and watched rom-coms with you, immediately switching to the next movie whenever the credits rolled. It seemed like so long ago now, and eventually, Shikamaru had moved on. Naruto felt terrible when you’d heard the news off-handedly from Hinata, who casually mentioned that Shikamaru and Temari were getting “pretty serious.” You had politely excused yourself from the table and left the bar completely as Naruto glared at his now-ex, flabbergasted.
“Hinata, seriously?” He asked, tapping his fingers nervously on the table.
“I-I’m sorry, Naruto-kun,” she whispered. “I thought you had told her.”
Naruto rolled his eyes and grabbed for his wallet, murmuring profanities as he laid enough cash down to pay for the table. “It’s not your fault,” he assured. “I want to go home.”
Sakura returned from the bathroom and looked surprised as they left the bar. Naruto heard Sasuke mutter something to her as he guided himself and Hinata out, his eyes darting around madly in search of any sign of you, but you were long gone.
Comforting silence filled the room as Naruto traced the curve of your shoulder blades through your shirt, the silk fabric soft on his finger as he imagined how your skin would feel pushed against his bare chest as you moaned his name and he circled your cunt with his cock. Jesus, Uzumaki. He thought. Really not the time. He kissed the top of your head and inhaled your intoxicating perfume, allowing himself to be lost in every inch of you while you pulled yourself back together. 
“Naruto,” you said softly, pulling away to look at him. His navy blue eyes were brewing with a storm, rough on the surface and cutting deep into your heart. His sparkling white teeth sucked on his plush pink lower lip as he hummed at you in response, giving you a quizzical look. “I’m sorry. I’m being stupid. I really am over it, it’s just-”
He reached between your bodies to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear and your mind grew hazy as his citrus shampoo danced around the air, ensnaring you in an orange orchard in early spring, the air sweet as honey. 
“What?” He asked, urging you to continue. His fine mouth formed into a half smirk and you felt the need to crash your lips onto his and wipe it off his face.
Instead, you cleared your throat and moved your hands from his waist to his thighs. “He dated me for three years,” you paused to take a deep breath. “And he didn’t want to marry me. But he dates her for… what? A year, maybe? And they’re engaged?”
“Like I said,” Naruto laughed coolly, “He’s a dumbass.” 
You smiled at him and leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. It was fast, as all your kisses to Naruto typically were, and it left you hungry for his hands to roam across your body as he branded your inner-thigh with his teeth. His hand dragged down your spine, goosebumps trailing his touch like a fire does oil, as he kissed your nose. 
Hinata and Naruto had broken up just a few months ago, after two years of dating. It was a bad breakup, nearly topping your own with Shikamaru, and it made you feel for the poor girl. She had never been your favorite person - she was clingy and didn’t seem to have much regard when it came to your feelings, sometimes forgetting that you and Shikamaru had ever dated - but she didn’t handle the breakup well. Naruto had come over right after with a small backpack and a sheepish grin, his hair dripping down his shoulders as the rain pelted against him. You rushed him inside and handed him a towel to dry off with as he continued apologizing to you, stating he didn’t know where else to go. 
He stayed with you for a whole week before securing his own apartment, and he told you all about the breakup and his reasoning. You assured him that he wasn’t a bad person and that this was ultimately not just the best thing for him, but Hinata too, and that someday she’d come to see that. It hurt you to admit this to him, because it touched your heart deeply, reminding you of why Shikamaru had left you just a year prior. 
I just think… you want things I can’t give you. That was how he’d left it, before stepping off your porch and strolling down the street, as though he hadn’t just wasted three years of his life with someone who he clearly never gave a shit about. 
Living with Naruto was difficult. You woke up every day feeling like a cat was clawing at your stomach, trying to escape, as your mind screamed at you to just tell him already - to ruin your friendship and pounce on him like a predator does its kill - but instead you’d sit at the table and look at listings with him, lending out your feminine eye and telling him if a place looked unkempt. When he left, your apartment felt like a stranger’s, and you went into your room and cried until the sun had set beyond the horizon and the crickets had started chirping their song of the night, wishing for Naruto’s warm embrace as you faded away into a sad slumber.
He rested his forehead on yours, his lips brushing against your own as your heart leapt into your throat, cutting off your airway. You licked your bottom lip and hovered your mouth over his, biding your time to see what he would do. His hand rested on the small of your back, a calloused finger gingerly circling an indecipherable pattern on your skin that was exposed from your shirt being awkwardly crumbled around your body, an after effect of your chaotic meltdown from earlier.
He smiled and pressed his lips to yours, striking you down with lightning as your fingers reflexively twitched on his muscular thighs. His large hand cupped your cheek as he pulled his mouth back, his forehand still planted on yours as your breathing turned shallow. That kiss was… different. That wasn’t the stereotypical “Naruto kiss” you’d received from him countless times before; it was daring and bold; it was dark and twisted; it was soothing and welcoming.  
You kissed him again, your lips melding to his like lost puzzle pieces as he lightly pushed you closer to him, waves of kisses washing against your lips as the two of you kept touching and releasing, touching and releasing. You opened your mouth as he feverishly deepened the kiss, angling his head to the side and pushing his tongue against yours. His breath was hot and cinnamony, tingling around your mouth like pop rocks as he moaned lowly and gripped his hand into your hair, tangling himself into your locks.
You dug your nails into his strong thighs as your tongues danced together, pressure bubbling beneath your skin as you grew confident and trailed your hand to his erection, lightly stroking him through his pants. He sucked on your bottom lip as you increased your pace, wrapping your small hand around his girth needily as he raked his nails against the small of your back. Was this really happening? He gripped onto your wrist, freezing you in place. There was thunder in your heart as you pulled back to look into his sinful eyes, his nose flaring and his breathing heavy. 
“Not yet.” He tightened his grip around you and maneuvered his hand from your wrist to behind your knees, hoisting you up to his chest bridal style as he stood up and started walking towards your bedroom. “M’gonna play with you first, alright?” 
He stood above the bed with you in his arms, his eyes twinkling with mischief and yearning, a wicked grin growing on his face. You nodded shyly and crashed your lips to his harshly, your teeth clicking together, a small burst of laughter erupting from his chest. 
“Ow,” he complained teasingly as he plopped you to the bed. “No self control, huh?” He trapped your legs between his knees as he caged your face with his hands, planting them on either side of your head as he peered down at you. He kissed your forehead gingerly, working his way down your temple, avoiding your mouth and licking the shell of your ear.
“Is this okay?” He whispered, haunting over your earlobe. You listened to the cicadas chirping outside and Naruto’s shallow breathing as you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his temple. His heartbeat was drumming loudly in the stillness of the mutual pining, driving you slowly out of your mind.
“I-Is it okay for you?” You questioned, slightly insecure now.
He answered you with a light chuckle and a kiss to your ear as he whispered, “I’ve dreamt about this for years.”
“N-Naruto,” you whimpered as he kissed his way to your neck, sucking the skin into his mouth hungrily. “Me too.” 
He pushed one hand off the bed and rolled it down your body, mapping out the curve of your breasts, the dip of your waist, the pudge of your stomach, before landing upon your throbbing pussy. He hummed into your neck, vibrating your pulse point, as he took his index finger and trailed it along your slit through your clothes, wet fabric sticking against your sopping cunt. You curved your hips upwards, catching his arousal on your entrance as a stifled moan slipped through your lips. 
“So wet already?” He teased, adjusting his stance so he could push his knee between your thighs, the pressure forming black dots in your vision as you pleadingly tugged the hem of his shirt upwards. He undid the buttons of your sleep shirt one-by-one, nosing down your neck, licking your skin and leaving love bits along his path before sucking in the skin of the top of your breast into his mouth, his free hand circling across your clit through your clothes.
You sounded sexy. Naruto couldn’t believe all this noise was just for him as he continued to enrapture every inch of your body, bruising your delicate skin sinfully and blowing cool air to soothe the purple seal he left on your tit. 
“Fuck, Naruto-” You gasped as your shirt fell open and he pawed at your hard nipple, his hot tongue licking around your other boob sensually, circling over your aereola like a vulture. “S-stop teasing me.” 
“Are you telling me what to do?” He jerked away from you, cold air stinging your peaks and forcing them to stand at attention as you whined and clung desperately to his shirt that he refused to remove, only the faintest hint of the sun-kissed skin of his stomach peeking out at you from underneath his orange t-shirt. You flashed him a wicked grin, your fangs fully exposed, and raked your index finger over his tight stomach. Two could play at this game.
“Not telling you what to do,” you murmured quietly, pitching your volume down and forcing him to lean in and hover his face close to yours. “But-” you kissed his chin, working your way to his mouth. He whimpered lowly as he moved closer to you, your noses brushing against each other. Right where you wanted him. “Want you to do what you dreamt of all these years. Want you to show me.”
Naruto snapped as your hot mouth rolled onto his, your needy hands working at his t-shirt in a desperate attempt at disrobing him. He slid his way down your body, kissing every inch of exposed skin along the way, before the mattress sprung up slightly and he fully got off the bed. You tried to give him a snarky comment but a war-hardened hand silenced you by harshly pressing over your mouth as you were dragged down the bed by your ankles. A confused and muffled scream shot from your throat as Naruto sat on his knees on the bed and slid your head into his lap, bending over to beam down at you. His head hung above you as he moved his hand from your mouth and captured your lips onto his in an upside-down kiss. Your pajama pants were dragged down your legs and you kicked and writhed around, but Naruto kept kissing you as though this were completely normal.
“It’s me.” Naruto’s voice laughed from down the bed and you bit… Other Naruto’s? upper lip in shock. He pulled away and smiled down at you warmly, his golden hair cascading down around you like a sunlit tunnel welcoming you to heaven. “We’re, uh… Well, it’s all me.” 
Oh, holy fuck. You reached upwards and traced Above Naruto’s whisker scars that adorned his cheeks, looking into his ocean eyes. He gave you a wink and played with your hair, before once again covering your mouth with his hand and twisting your taut nipple between his two fingers.
“Y-You weren’t wearing panties?” Below Naruto gulped, his knees pressing into the plush carpet as he ran his index finger along your slit, coating it with your sticky arousal. You made a strangled sound and he burst into laughter, the hot air caressing against your swollen lips. “That’s right, you can’t answer me.” He pushed his finger onto your hard nub, lightly swiping your clit side to side as you bit into Above Naruto’s hand. He stuck his middle finger into you and dragged them down to your entrance, drenching himself with you. 
“So slick,” Below Naruto murmured. He slipped his fingers out of you and painted your inner-thigh in your sweet essence. You grasped onto the forest green sheets with white knuckles as you bucked your hips upwards towards his mouth. He swiped his tongue at you and you tensed your legs as a strong hand pushed your stomach down onto the bed. 
“You asked for this, remember?” Above Naruto chided, earning another bite to his hand. You murmured something along the lines of this is torture - please just fuck me, whichever one - I don’t care as Below Naruto swiped his tongue up along the length of your cunt, roaming languidly across your walls before sucking your clit into his mouth.
Hot pressure built up in the air around your body as Above Naruto slid your head off his lap and laid down next to you, a firm hand still over your mouth, and nibbled onto your swollen nipple. His free arm snaked underneath your waist and arched you upwards, allowing Below Naruto a better angle as he continued lapping at your pussy, generously licking and sucking at your clit with a lyrical pace. 
Above Naruto slid two fingers between your lips, his knuckles dangling from your mouth as you sucked mercilessly, gagging and writhing from the pleasure both men inflicted upon you. He chuckled, a low and dangerous thing, as you moved your hand to his pants and slowly undid his zipper. You gasped as you wrapped your hand around his cock, pulling him free as hot liquid clung between your fingers and you stroked along his length, tears welling in your eyes as his thick fingers glided up and down your throat.
“You don’t even care which of us is real, do you? You just want my dick that bad, yeah?” Your head was buzzing with pining and anticipation, your sense of direction completely inhibited. You didn’t care which Naruto was talking to you - which was fondling your breasts or which was lapping at your core - you needed him, and you didn’t care how you got it.
You increased the pace of your strokes on him, earning grunts of your name and praises from the men. You dipped the pad of your index finger into his slit as more seed dripped from him, oozing down your hand, and you both continued your dirty dancing in the dark of the bedroom. Your free hand reached above your head to grip onto Naruto’s soft hair; it was slightly wet from sweat and adrenaline; your heart palpitated and blood rushed to your cheeks and ears as a mountain of pressure brewed deep within your stomach.
Pure bliss enveloped all your senses as the two Naruto’s ravished your body. You were but a vessel for their pleasure, allowing them to claw at you like fiends as your mind went numb and your body melted into the sheets. Your toes curled as the coil in your stomach clenched tightly, pressure building up within you and boiling your blood. The sounds you were making drove Below Naruto mad with ardor, pushing him to his limit as he hastily used his free hand to spring his cock from its trapped state and stroked himself, mixing your arousal that lingered on his fingers with his own pre-cum as he continued lapping at your pretty pussy, gliding his head up and down your length while the flat of his tongue stayed planted against your clit.
Your strokes on him slowed and became sloppy as a disgraceful groan swirled around your cunt and Below Naruto fucked you with his mouth, the timber of his voice low and seductive, rumbling into your stomach and edging you over the cliffside as you orgasmed. Your entire body rippled beneath the men’s hard grasp over you as waves of pleasure and sinful liquid spilled out of you, drowning Below Naruto in a sea of sex. He kept his tongue steady as he drank you up, wetting his chin and mouth with you as Above Naruto stopped your strokes against him and brought your hand to his for a kiss, removing his fingers from your mouth.
“Holy fuck.” Naruto whispered, climbing on top of you and swirling his tongue over yours, a deliciously sweet mixture of your essence and his saliva coating your mouth as you heard a small poof and he pulled your hands up over your head and interlocked his fingers with yours. 
Waves of pleasure melted over Naruto as every tantalizing touch, every shiver of your body, and every swipe of your hand against his dick slammed into him like a train as his Shadow Clone returned to him. He shivered heavily, his lips trembling against yours, as pinpricks and goosebumps enveloped over his entire body and soul. You were a perfect pixie - all needy and whiny and hazy - beneath him. He enjoyed making a mess of you. He intended to keep you as his mess forever, willing to clean you up always; to pick you up and take you where he wanted for all time - his own little locket that he could cherish everywhere and anywhere.
“You want me?” He grunted, nibbling your bottom lip. You nodded, your brain hazy, words escaping you. He hummed and rolled over, his fingers leaving yours as freezing air seeped where his hands once were and he guided you on top of him. You saw his fully erect dick, finally able to gawk at it properly. He was massive. You gulped, nervous as to how, exactly, this was going to happen.
“You want me to do what I dreamt about, cutie?” He teased, guiding your hand to his cock. Your hands rubbed down him gently as sparks flew around the air, igniting the room fully as you languidly stroked him. “Wrap that pretty mouth around me, then.”
You examined the situation, felt his cock oozing in your hand, saw his damnable orange t-shirt that still shielded his muscular body from you, and you disobeyed the command of your friend. You rolled your hips over him, your clit catching against his tip, as you moaned and removed his t-shirt aggressively. Naruto jerked upwards, catching himself onto your entrance to help you get the shirt off, sensual sounds filling the air as you both clawed at each other like animals. You sucked the skin of his neck into your mouth, biting and trailing your nails over his abs, as he jerked himself off beneath you. You licked down his pecs, his toned tummy, hummed against his adorable light blonde happy trail, before you hovered your mouth over his reddened head, furious and ready. 
You delicately wrapped your mouth around his tip, gripping onto his hand and guiding it to rest on your head as he happily pushed you further down, needily begging for you the way you did him moments ago. You grabbed onto his loaded balls and rubbed them carefully as his head fell to the pillow and he breathed out your name, his white teeth shining in the faint light that shone in from the crack in the door. 
He pushed your head further down as you gagged and hot tears formed in your eyes as Naruto broke beneath you. He arched his hips up lightly, forcing himself deeper, as his grip in your hair tightened and you moved your hand from his balls to your swollen clit. He pulled you up by your hair, his teeth gritted and sweat beading along his toned body, as he shook his head vigorously.
“Gotta-Gotta fuck you.” He husked. “C’mon, cutie.”
You adjusted slightly and hovered your slick cunt over his well-endowed cock, your breath hitching in the back of your throat as Naruto guided you by your hips and slowly lowered you onto him. You gripped onto his chest, his little blonde hairs tickling the pads of your fingers, as your walls stretched out and a deep moan erupted from your core as warmth flooded your stomach. 
The aggression of his libido didn’t come as a surprise to you. He was the strongest shinobi in the world, so you expected for him to have the ability to demolish you for hours on end if he chose. What did surprise you was the amount of absolute control Naruto held over you. Your precious friend, the golden-hearted hero, was actually a monster in the sheets. He commanded you gently, never forcing himself, but always reminding you of who was in charge. He took hold of your heart swiftly, tossing the key to the wayside, sweet clanging against concrete, as he fucked you like it was your first time.
You were so tight around him, your walls slick with arousal, your little mewls pleading and desperate as your nails dug into the skin of his chest. You were better than his fantasies in every conceivable way - he couldn’t believe you wanted him in the same way he wanted you - as he inched himself deeper inside of you and watched as a little line formed between your eyebrows; your mouth hanging open in a tiny ‘o’ as he bottomed out inside you.
“You feel good.” His voice was pure desire, laced with temptation and a deep ruggedness that you had no idea he was capable of making. His dick was so hot inside you, warming its way up your stomach, as he thrust his hips upwards, singing his sexual song as his dick curved deep into your walls and directly hit your G-spot.
“S-shit,” you grunted, your boobs bouncing with each thrust. “Naruto, y-you…you’re so big.”
He rolled his hand from your hip to your stomach, grabbing at the plush skin, the pace of his thrusts maddening as he continued railing into you. His entire body rippled beneath you as your walls clenched around him, fire in your stomach, sweat beading down your forehead. You were like Aphrodite herself, bouncing on his dick, your expression lewd and needy. Naruto felt electricity course through his veins as he rubbed your tummy, his toes curling downwards as your pussy quivered around his girth.
“Feel me in here, yeah?” He gripped onto your lower-stomach as your breathing became ragged. “Fill you up, don’t I?” 
“Naruto, I’m gonna-” 
Your legs trembled as you reached another climax, your entire body quivering and your pussy clenching tightly around him as you shattered into a million fragments. Your hands twitched as you fell forward onto your arms on top of him, each muscle spasming harshly as hot liquid squirted around his dick and soaked his upper thighs, sliding its way down to the sheets. Naruto grit his teeth and slowed his pace, fucking you gently as you open-mouth kissed his stomach and continued chanting his name like a sacred soliloquy. 
“Wanna fuck your tits,” he grunted. He wrapped his arms around you and rolled you over, peppering light kissing along your shoulders and chest. “M’close, just-fuck-” He caged your upper-arms with his knees as he placed his dick between your breasts and you pushed them together, enveloping them around his sopping manhood.
“Is this what you thought of when you were touching yourself to me, hm?” You teased, moving your tits up and down his length, pushing them together tightly as his head fell back and he gripped into your hair. He was so close to breaking, each movement of your sweet skin against his cock coursing ecstasy through his veins as blood rushed to his ears and white noise surrounded him. He shut his eyes tightly as the warmth in his stomach spread throughout his soul and he whispered your name towards the ceiling. 
“Goddamn, g-gonna come.” He angled his tip gently towards your neck as he drained his balls over you, white-hot seed rippling out of him and coating your collarbones and seeping between your breasts. He was so warm as he crumbled above you, a delicate daffodil that had grown claws, as he slowly reverted back to normal. He praised you endlessly as his dick twitched between your breasts, his voice sexier than a saxophone.
“Holy shit,” he said, collapsing next to you and stroking your cheek. “That was-”
“Better than a dream?” You asked, leaning over to kiss him gently. He smiled against your mouth.
“Way better,” he agreed. “Stay there, I’ll help clean you up.”
He returned a moment later with a wet and dry towel, wiping away the mess on your chest and kissing each place he cleaned, praising something about you after every peck. Love your cute mouth - love your boobs - love the way you look when I fuck you - love your little moans - round and round he went, until you were completely cleaned up and he tossed the towels into the laundry bin and spooned you to his arms, sheltering your body in his strong hold and wrapping his muscular leg over yours as he kissed your shoulder. 
“Do I even want to know what else we did in your dreams?” You asked, pushing your ass against his still erect length. He hummed into your skin, sending a chill from your shoulder muscles down your spine. 
“Wanna know about yours next,” he trailed his hot mouth to the back of your neck and kissed the nape. “Wanna know everything about you.”
You laughed and held his hand that rested on your stomach, interlocking your fingers with his. “You already know everything about me, Naru.”
“Oh?” He asked, trailing his tongue to your earlobe and sucking the plump skin between his front teeth. “I dunno about that. I learned a lot just today.”
You felt heat rise to your cheeks as he sighed into your ear contentedly, his hips pushing against your ass as his arousal harshly poked into your skin. “I-I guess there might be a few things you don’t know…” He unwove his fingers from yours and rolled it to your breast, toying with your nipple as it started perking up. He pinched it between his thumb and forefinger as he laughed huskily, swirling the little nub around.
“Tell me what I did to you in your fantasies, cutie,” he nibbled on your shoulder gently, sharp teeth scraping against your skin. “And I’ll do it.”
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First day of my life
Inspired by the conversation about Spencer's wanting to be a cowboy and dedicated to the couple that deserved more time.
(not proof read and I don't know how to write just running on pure love of Dr Spencer Reid)
The sun was slowly settling down in to a sharp amber light across the field where Spencer stood. The only sound came from the cattle chewing grass as they grazed around the fence line. He could squint to make out the faint outline of sheep lounging underneath the big oak trees at the back of the field. The branches slowly swayed in the gentle breeze that had caused Spencer to roll down his jacket sleeves. 
As he was adjusting his rusted cufflinks, Spencer felt a calf come to rub against his legs. Spencer smiled down at the little one and scratched her neck. She was the smallest in the entire herd and she knew she was his favourite. 
"Good girl Opal." He praised as he gave her one final pat on her head before heading in. The once glowing beam of daylight was quickly dispersing into the quiet, darkness of the countryside night.
Spencer savoured his walks back up to his farmhouse, he could really feel himself breathe out here. The glow of the porch light acted as a beacon in his journey and the crickets chirping were the score to his relaxed thoughts. 
He made quick work of removing his worn leather boots and leaving them to dry by the door. They were slightly worse for wear and he made a mental note to clean them off in the morning before tending to his farm. 
Spencer stood in the doorway and took one last glance over his shoulder at the expansive property he'd put his whole heart into running. All the animals and plants that he got to grow alongside with made his early mornings and late nights worth it. 
"Hi sweetheart." Speaking of growing. Spencer removed his wide hat from his shaggy head and turned to face his loving wife.
The silhouette of her swollen belly in the candlelight was the best view he had seen all day. One that got even more glorious as time went by. He would miss it when it was gone but knowing what he'd get to look at instead formed ever present stars in his eyes. 
A wave of soft peace had fallen over him since he found out he was going to be a father. They decided they didn't want to know what they were having, it didn't matter as long as it was their child. The perfect combination of them both. 
He couldn't wait to show them how to be kind and delicate and how lovely their world was. How loved they were. 
Spencer realised he had been staring, lost in a shimmering haze, at his beautiful girl. The playful glint in her bright eyes confirmed he had been caught. Her unruly curls that surrounded her face like an ornate frame around a masterpiece, shook as she chuckled at him.
She had a stack of well read books in her hands, time had obviously escaped her while she read by the fireplace. He headed over to start their evenings the same way most of them did, sitting together on their brown leather love seat and discussing their favourite books. 
"Love is our true destiny." Her heavenly voice declared with a dreamlike lilt. "Is that not the perfect way to put it Spence?" 
Spencer hummed in agreeance as he pressed his lips to her temple. They had a habit of sitting on top of one another, despite the space available. Stars danced around his eyes, almost bursting at the sweet thought of another sitting in between them soon. 
The Narrative of John Smith was discarded next to them as he listened to his wife expertly recite her favourite parts. They had both read it so many times but he reacted to everything she said with devout interest. The way she spoke with such passion was his favourite poetry. 
"Also, I noticed Opal will not leave you alone out there. Maybe she's trying to prepare you for being a dad?" She interrupted her commentary to tease.
Spencer could tell she was just as excited about the next chapter as he was. She almost floated around the house in loose floral dresses and bare feet, talking about all the plans she had for her upcoming family of three.
"I think Opal just wanted me to scratch her head but sure." The most intoxicating laugh left her rosy lips at his reply. Spencer cherished that she could still give him butterflies after all this time together. 
She placed her hand on his as it splayed out across her stomach. He took this opportunity to switch their hand positions and enclose his fingers over hers, softly stroking her hand with his thumb. 
Every time he got to hold her felt like the first day of his life. Like he was born in the doorway each time they locked eyes in the evening. Spencer felt so full of love that he couldn't help but announce his devotion to her.
"I love you Maeve."
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Kinktober Day 14: Stockings || Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace/F!Reader
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Stockings Summary: Your girlfriend has one weakness.  624 words Female/AFAB reader (established relationship) Warnings: leading up to smut. Notes: For #kinktober2022. Reminder that these will not have part twos, or continuations. Please follow @wbslibrary​ since tag lists are gone. (I appreciate ya’ll so much but it was stressing me out, and I was worried I’d miss someone). Thank you to @therebeccaw​ for looking this over Comments and sharing let me know you love me, likes are appreciated. Thank you so very much for reading. It’s so appreciated and means the most.
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Natasha Trace, call sign Phoenix, was one of the most level-headed, articulate people you had ever met. Her quiet confidence and gentle compassion were what drew you to her in the first place. Her breathtaking beauty was a bonus. The way she looked at you, dark eyes full of wonder and love?
You'd do anything for her.
Your affections were returned, finding out that this incredible woman was a romantic at heart. She'd write you love notes, terrible poetry, pull you in for a kiss whenever she left or came home.
The men she flew with respected her-- and that respect and care was extended to you. Most Friday nights you were tucked into the corner of the bar with them, playing pool, drinking and joining in on the good-natured insults. They had quickly become your friends as well, your name and Natasha's often said in the same breath.
The incredible woman you called your girlfriend had one weakness. Just one, and it was one that you kept close to your chest. A weakness that you fully intended to exploit tonight. Your shared bedroom was luxurious, soft fabrics, plush carpet, gauzy curtains, an oasis for just the two of you.  Glancing at your watch, you grin, knowing that she would be on her way home soon. You make your way through the room lighting candles, humming softly to yourself.
‘On my way, I picked up dinner and some wine.’ Her text flashes across your phone screen and you can’t help but smile.
You wiggle out of your work clothes, rummaging in the chest of drawers for your ‘secret weapon’. The stockings were so soft as you carefully worked them up your legs. They matched your skin tone seamlessly, and you took your time making sure the seam ran up your calf perfectly. They stopped mid-thigh, lace capping the silky fabric, ribbon tying in a bow in the back. They made your legs look spectacular, and they were a pair Natasha hadn’t seen. You found a bra and panty set that coordinated well with the stockings. To complete the look, you pull on a simple white button up cotton dress shirt, buttoning a couple of buttons at your torso to show off the lace of the bra.
“Baby?” Natasha called.
“Bedroom!”
“I picked up Mexican I hope that’s…. oh baby.” Natasha stops in the doorway, a bundle of flowers clutched in her hand. “You look beautiful.”
You grin shyly at her. “Are those for me?”
Natasha crosses into the room, putting the flowers on the bed next to you. She drops to her knees in front of you, one hand sliding along your calf, fingers smoothing small circles watching as the sheer fabric moves under her touch. “You got these for me baby?”
You nod, the warmth of her fingertips raising goosebumps on your skin. She kisses your knee, hands gently parting your legs to get more access to the silky fabric. “Do, do you like them?”
“What did I do to deserve a woman like you?” Natasha’s lips brush against the lace, nipping at the soft flesh that spills over the band of the thigh highs. “I brought you flowers, and here you are wrapped up like a beautiful gift, just for me.” She sits back on her heels, slender fingers wrapping around your ankle, and gently placing your leg on her shoulder. She nuzzles her cheek against your calf with a soft sigh, eyes fluttering closed.
“I love you too.” You murmur, reaching out to push her hair out of her face. The dark strands are just as soft and silky as the fabric she’s mouthing. “Would you like to unwrap your present?”
“I would love nothing more.” Natasha smiles up at you.
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