#This is so sloppy and yet it still took way longer than it should have ;__; aweem weem whimper

[thefloatingstone]

I'm so unhappy with my colours lately 😭

#Mass Effect #Commander Shepard #femshep #Garrus vakarian #Shakarian #shepard x garrus #garrus x shepard #I need a better art tag #I drew the meme #This is so sloppy and yet it still took way longer than it should have ;__; aweem weem whimper #I'm gonna have to do something about my colour issues #It's getting bad and I need to figure out how to fix it

[auroravictorium]

unraveling (k.b.)

"My head is clearly muddied, and I'm so sick of coming undone." - Aeroplane Bathroom by Gordi

Summary: when a plague claims reader's sister's life, the news is delivered in the form of a letter; when she distances herself from everyone and hides the news, kaz fears that something serious is going on until she confesses what happened. Pairing(s): kaz x fem!reader (established relationship - they've been together for a while, so kaz feels comfortable being somewhat close to her) Word Count: ~2.6k Warnings: loss of a sister, heavy mentions of grief, mentions of a plague, brief violence (reader strangles someone) Genre: hurt/comfort Request? Yes (@morrigan-crowmwell)

Author's Note: i'm baaaaaaack and FINALLY on break!! i hope you all enjoy this (not so) little hurt/comfort work - i promise i'm following up with a fluffy one soon :))

It started with a letter a low-level Dreg delivered while the Crows gathered to plan a job.

He passed it to you with a murmur in your ear, and with furrowed brows, you flipped it over to see the return address. It was scrawled in the corner, a few letters missing or blurred together in the author's haste to send the missive, whatever it was. Kaz knew from the surprised look on your face that you recognized the address, but the expression disappeared before the rest of the Crows could notice or Kaz could evaluate it further. 

"I'll be right back," you said quietly, rising from your seat next to Kaz and disappearing into the relative privacy of his room. Had you known its contents, you would have gone to your room a floor down and opened it privately.

When you returned, you seemed unaffected to everyone but Kaz. He noticed the troubled purse of your lips, the way you fought to keep a neutral mask in place. You avoided his gaze as you sat back down, and you hardly contributed to the rest of the meeting, your eyes on the now-crumpled envelope in your hand.

In the two weeks since the letter arrived, you had withdrawn. You didn't visit Kaz in his office, you didn't take shots with Jesper at the Club, and you weren't seen outside your room unless necessary.

When the day for the next job came, you were uncharacteristically sloppy. What should have been an easy in-and-out theft of bank information on a close potential associate of the Dime Lions was nearly botched; knocking the guards unconscious took you longer than it should have, and you almost missed the correct papers in the target's desk. When you found them, the guards were beginning to stir again, and the Stadtwatch were en route.

"What happened today?" Kaz hissed, shutting his bedroom door behind him with a firm click. He leaned his cane against the wall and shed his coat and hat, hanging them on a hook haphazardly nailed into the wall.

You didn't respond, dropping the rolls of parchment onto the crooked table in the corner. The letters of your parents' note to you swam in your vision, and you could still feel the guards' pulses slowing beneath your fingertips as you choked them into unconsciousness. Your eyes burned, and you refused to face Kaz, instead crossing to his window and sitting on the bench beneath it. You wanted to be anywhere else.

If you didn't look at him, you wouldn't have to see or bear his disappointment and anger. And if you didn't see it, you could indulge in the numbness that was easier to feel than grief. It settled over you like a coat soaked by rain: heavy, but at least it protected you from the worst of the weather.

The consequences of your indifference would rip your temporary armor from you and push you into a cold, harsh reality. Your sister was gone, a life taken by a plague brought by an unwelcome merchant to your small town. It was a truth you weren't willing to face yet. So numbness it was, even as Kaz and the letter burning in your pocket urged you to confront your grief.

"Y/N," Kaz said, watching as you seemed to go somewhere else right in front of him. What happened? What did that letter contain? His anger about the job dissipated, and worry rose in its place as you refused to even look at him. 

He dragged a chair away from the crooked table and settled beside you, stretching out his right leg to ease the ache. You didn't acknowledge him moving closer, your eyes locked on the crows pecking outside Kaz's window. 

Some said crows were messengers from beyond, intermediaries between the lost and the living. You scoffed at the notion once, the same way you brushed off the idea of Saints looking over you.

That was before you lost someone. Now, a tiny part of you hoped it was true so you could say goodbye to something. Even a damned bird.

Kaz brushed your knuckles with his gloved hand to get your attention. His eyes scanned your face, so carefully arranged in a facade of neutrality. But there were cracks in it; the wobbling of your bottom lip, how your eyes seemed to shimmer as tears brimmed in them.

Sick and selfish as it was, Kaz wondered if that letter had something to do with him. Was it a warning for her to get away? Was it a threat to her life? Was it a detailed list of every awful, heartless thing Kaz had ever done, making her fear him and regret joining the Dregs?

"What's going on?" Kaz said quietly. His earlier anger was gone, replaced by a worry that ripped away the cloak of numbness you'd shrouded yourself in. Just as you suspected would happen.

His concern left you unshielded and exposed to the tempest of grief you'd tried so desperately to ignore, to push away until it left you alone. Now, your numbness was darkening, like storm clouds rolling over the harbor and promising havoc on the city. It twisted and roiled until it was no longer numbness but the all-consuming feeling of loss.

You wished you could hide from Kaz just so he couldn't see the tears beginning to slide down your cheeks. They were hot and salty and dripped down your neck, and you wiped them away as if you could conceal them. "Don't," you said hoarsely. "Don't ask me that." Maybe he would leave it be, and you could hide again for a while longer.

But it was Kaz. He watched you unravel before him and knew he couldn't leave it be. He wouldn't.

"What did the letter say?" he pressed. Usually, he didn't push you to share your secrets. Saints knew he had his own that he refused to reveal. But he couldn't watch you fracture before him and not know what was happening, especially if he could do something to fix it.

You knew Kaz wouldn't relent until you answered. Numbly, you took the letter from your pocket and held it out, still looking out the window at the crows. They were hopping around one another, picking at the remnants of seeds Kaz had thrown out for them the day prior. 

Kaz took the letter from your fingers and looked down at it, taking in the tear stains blurring the scribbles across the page. Still, the short message was decipherable, and Kaz suddenly understood. As he read those words, he was nine years old again, grieving the loss of his brother and watching birds pick up scraps of food and trash from the streets. Kaz knew precisely what you were feeling, down to the weight on your chest that threatened to crush your lungs.

"I'm sorry," Kaz said quietly. He took your hand and brushed his thumb over the back of your knuckles. This was one of the times when Kaz wished to be close to you. He longed to hug and hold you until sleep came, so you could get a short respite from the grief and know you weren't alone. "I'm so sorry, Bluebird."

His words broke your composure completely. The tender nickname ripped a sob from your throat, and you covered your mouth with your free hand to muffle the sound. You hunched over and hid your face in your knees, losing sight of Kaz and the birds and the world around you as the currents swept you away. You broke your hand free from his, curling in on yourself as you finally let yourself cry before him.

Hesitantly, Kaz moved from his chair to the open side of the bench. He swallowed, forcing away the nagging terror that rose as he gently pulled you into him. Kaz wrapped his arms around your shoulders and held you against his chest, letting you hear his racing heartbeat. It wasn't the smoothest or most confident hug, and he fought hard to battle the discomfort of having you pressed against him like this. But he was trying. If it eased your pain for even a moment, he'd bear the cold harbor lapping at his flesh and the memories of floating bodies tugging at his mind.

It meant more to you than you could tell him, and you couldn't bring yourself to question whether he was sure about this. Instead, you threw your arms around his torso and buried your face in his chest. He was warm and here and alive, and he was everything you needed right then as the dam exploded and any semblance of being okay disappeared. You sobbed into his vest as the truth came crashing down on you, crushing your lungs and making your head throb from the pain of trying to process it.

You weren't sure how long you cried. Somewhere between those initial moments of Kaz's arms around you and when you could finally catch your breath, the sun disappeared, and the stars emerged from behind the clouds. Turning your head to rest your ear against Kaz's heart, you blearily looked out the dirty window; above the clocktower in the distance was the brightest star in the sky. In your exhausted mind, you imagined it was your sister. That brought you more comfort than the legend about crows. She would've hated being a bird.

Somehow, in the warmth of Kaz's arms and with those words in your mind, you drifted into an uneasy sleep. Everywhere your dreams turned, there were crows. Sometimes your sister's laughter replaced their squawking. They dropped bright tulips on a fresh grave before flying away, their wings beating against the cloudy sky.

Kaz thought you had to be uncomfortable with the windowsill pressing into your back and your legs curled up at a strange angle. He carefully shifted, sliding one of his arms under your knees and the other around your shoulders. Then, Kaz stood and carried you over to his tiny bed. You stirred as he set you down and tucked his threadbare blanket around you. He held his breath, hoping you wouldn't wake, and he slowly let it out once you lapsed into stillness once more.

He stayed nearby as you slept, settling on the bench and looking over the city. When his eyes started drooping, he shook himself awake. When that didn't work, he grabbed a book and forced himself to read about Kerch's history.

As the night reached its darkest point and the East Stave reached its most raucous, you stirred into consciousness again. Your eyes were swollen from crying, and your head pounded. Yet the smell of Kaz, all smoke and rum and something rich, enveloped you and soothed you enough that you weren't severely bothered by your physical discomfort. 

You slowly sat up and scooted back against the wall, trying to shake off some of the heaviness lingering over you. Kaz lifted his head from where it was bent over the book in his hands and straightened up when he saw you were awake.

"Hi," he said softly. He closed his book and swung his legs off the bench. "How did you sleep?"

"Poorly." You crossed your legs and looked everywhere but at his face. This was what you'd hoped to avoid. This tense air between the two of you, the result of your inability to keep your shit together until you got to the privacy of your own room. You felt weak, unworthy of being a Crow. You wished the numbness would overtake you again.

Guilt joined the lineup of emotions, and you looked down at your hands. You were lucky they weren't stained with your friends' blood.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Though Kaz's tone wasn't accusatory, you flinched away from it. 

"I didn't want to burden you." You thought you'd be able to grieve in private without worrying the Crows or disrupting a job. Clearly, that wasn't the case; everything reminded you of your sister.

"You're not a burden to me," he said firmly. He understood your words and reasoning all too well, and he hated that he did. But you weren't a burden on him, the same way you never treated him or his failures in your relationship as such. To you, his struggle to touch you wasn't a failure. To him, your grief wasn't a burden. 

Kaz wished you would treat yourself with the same kindness you gave to him.

You kept your gaze fixed on your hands, even as his words caused your cheeks to flush. It took all your self-control to keep tears from brimming in your eyes; you couldn't tell whether they were from sadness or how he said the words as if they weren't up for debate. Like he didn't question the truth in them.

"When I was young, I lost my brother," Kaz admitted. His voice was quiet and suddenly seemed very far away. Your head lifted, and you looked at him in surprise. Kaz didn't notice, and his eyes focused on the Dekappel portrait across the room.

"He died of the Queen's Lady Plague. I got it soon after." He shuddered. He could still remember the feeling of the fever as it immobilized him, weakened him until he couldn't swim and had to use Jordie to get to shore. "There was nothing I could do, and I was alone in the city after that." His gaze finally turned to yours. "But you aren't alone. You have people who understand." I understand. "And you aren't a burden on me, so talk to me. The Crows, the Club, the Dime Lions, they can wait." 

Kaz hoped that you understood the words he wanted to say. You're more important than all of them.

Your bottom lip wobbled, and you slid out of his bed and crossed over to him. You sat beside him and took his hand, though you longed to throw your arms around him again. That was a level of physical contact he needed to initiate.

"Thank you," you whispered. Your eyes shimmered in the moonlight with more tears, and you wiped them away before resting your head on his shoulder to hide your face. You clasped his hand in both of yours and felt him lace his fingers with yours to comfort you. "I want to throw a tulip in the harbor for her tomorrow." Your voice cracked, and you swallowed before continuing. "It was her favorite flower."

"As soon as the sun rises," Kaz promised. He wished he had a gesture to offer for his brother, but Kaz Brekker wasn't known for sentimentality. It wasn't his style.

You lifted your head and wiped away a traitorous tear with the palm of your hand. "We'll bring a flower for your brother, too," you said quietly, watching Kaz's face. Was it too much to suggest? It felt wrong to not offer after he opened up to you.

Kaz's throat tightened, and he turned to look down at you. "That sounds nice." His eyes softened at the earnestness on your face, and he gently squeezed your hand to thank you.

Your shoulders loosened in relief, and you rested your head on his shoulder again, turning your eyes toward the Dekappel on the wall and watching as the moon's rays darkened the rich oil paint. The room was silent, but there was no need to fill it. Instead, you let yourself think of your sister and her tulips.

You'd start to knit yourself back together come morning.

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[deathblacksmoke]

take me as you please

pairing: noah sebastian x nick ruffilo

cw: oral sex, cum swallowing, lovey dovey boys, so much kissing (these birds are in love), fluffy n smutty

author’s note: follow up to aphid attraction but can be read on its own. this took me long enough to write that i’m sure it will haunt me. my brain’s gone rotten.

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“Are we going to talk about it?” Noah asks, the silence between him and Nick having dragged on for too long.

They’re on the tour bus, the others squeezing in naps before tonight’s show, so he figures that now is as good a time as he’ll ever find to bring it up.

At the sound of Noah’s voice, Nick doesn’t even look up from his phone. “Talk about what?”

It’s been weeks since Nick walked in and everything should have changed. That’s what Noah had assumed, at least, that there was no coming back from a moment like that.

Yet everything has remained exactly the same, not a hint of anything different, and he knows he should be relieved. As grateful as he is to still have his best friend, Nick’s promise of a next time has been replaying in his head since that day. On a loop, haunting him. He can’t let it go.

“I’ll touch you next time.” Noah says, repeating Nick’s words back to him and watching as his eyes widen. Nick’s mouth opens and closes a few times before he settles on keeping it closed, placing his phone on the couch beside him and staring at his shoes.

“Did you forget you said that?” Noah asks, feeling suddenly cocky upon seeing Nick so shy. He could take advantage of the sudden shift, having a leg up on Nick for the first time in ages, but he decides against it and goes easy on him. Nick shakes his head and Noah grins, scoots closer to him, their thighs barely touching. “Are we going to talk about it?”

“Sure.” Nick says, but he’s fidgeting worse than Noah has ever seen, his voice soft and wavering. Without thinking too much of it, Noah grabs his hand to stop him from continuing to pick at the skin of his fingers. “Or we can forget I ever said that.”

The thing is, Noah really doesn’t want to. He’s happy to pretend it never happened if that’s what Nick needs, if it will salvage their friendship, but he can’t get it out of his head. He’s tried. He’ll pretend for Nick. He’ll let it go. Forgetting just isn’t an option he’s willing to consider.

It’s burned into his brain, the way that the mention of a next time had made his heart race. The way his grip on his cock instantly tightened, chasing that feeling. The way the thought of a next time with Nick had made his vision blur as he came over his fingers with Nick’s name on his lips.

“If that’s what you want.” Noah says. With Nick’s hand still in his, he can’t ignore how the fidgeting has completely stopped. He‘ll let himself take the credit for that but he won’t comment on it. “I‘ve been looking forward to my next time, though, if that’s okay with you.”

Nick looks a little shocked and Noah wants to feel smug, but he’s more focused on getting what he’s been wanting for all these weeks. If he’s being honest, he’s been wanting this for a whole lot longer.

“Does that surprise you?” Noah asks and Nick nods, so shy. It makes Noah want to swallow him whole. “I don’t know why. You caught me jerking off to you. You saw how hard I came when you mentioned it.”

Nick’s cheeks turn beet red and Noah needs him.

“Can I kiss you?” Nick asks suddenly, catching Noah off guard, but he’s nodding before he can think better of it, moving in to close the distance between them.

It’s not at all how he remembers their kisses being, years ago when they were young, drunk, and bored. The rushed and sloppy little nothings they shared in the back of the van, dark bars, Nick’s living room. Those were nothing like this. Now, he’s aware of everything. Nick’s lips - the irresistible softness and how he wants to kiss them forever. The slide of Nick’s tongue along Noah’s bottom lip and how easy it is to open up and let him in. How natural it feels to thread his fingers through the hair at the back of Nick’s head and tug a little. The soft sound Nick makes into his mouth. The way he would kill to hear it again.

He swears he can hear Nick’s heartbeat. He can feel it. He swears his own will beat out of his chest.

It’s nothing like the way it used to be.

“Can I touch you?” Noah breathes into Nick’s mouth. Nick doesn’t answer with his words, but a hand landing high on Noah’s thigh, and it’s enough to make him gasp and squirm closer, but not enough to calm away his bubbling nerves. “Nick, tell me I can.”

Nick takes Noah’s hand in his own, placing it high on his thigh, mirroring his own. Nick’s hands aren’t shaking anymore, growing confident. Noah’s shaking like a leaf now, ego dying, cockiness completely gone.

Nick notices, because he’s always been able to read Noah better than anyone. He takes it easy on him.

“You can touch me.” Nick says, cupping Noah’s cheek and pressing kisses along his neck. Noah’s hand moves higher, to where Nick is growing harder in his jeans. Noah grins when Nick gasps. Their eyes meet. “Of course you can, Noah. I’ve been waiting.”

With the permission finally given, Noah finds his hesitation gone. It’s only moments before he has Nick laid out on his back and he’s covering his body with his own, kissing him until they’re both breathless.

Noah can’t remember a time before he first started dreaming of this, slotting himself between Nick’s legs, grinding against him slow and filthy, breathing into his open mouth and tasting his breath. He can hardly believe he gets to have it. He can only hope he’ll get to have it again.

He’s taken out of his thoughts when Nick’s hand moves from its place in Noah’s hair, moving between their bodies to reach down the front of Noah’s sweats, palming him. Nick’s smile is wicked when Noah groans and he wants to kiss it off his pretty face, but he’s too distracted to do fucking anything. It feels too good. He’s been waiting for this for too long.

“Shit, Nick.” Noah gasps, resting his forehead against Nick’s shoulder to try and catch his breath. He feels so much. Nick’s hand is sliding into his underwear to grip his cock but he feels him everywhere.

“Come on,” Nick says, his other hand moving to the back of Noah’s head, fingers threading through his hair as his hand moves over his cock. He tugs, trying to lift Noah’s head but Noah fights it. He can’t stomach meeting his eyes right now, not when he’s a mess like this. “Come on, Noah. Look at me, please.”

When Noah lifts his head to look at him, he wants to be embarrassed by how wrecked he knows he looks, but he can’t when Nick is cupping his cheek and smiling, gaze soft and comforting. Grounding in a way that only Nick can be.

“Is this what you wanted?” Nick asks, grip tightening, and Noah is nodding, because of course it is. “Yeah, me too.”

Noah groans, closes his eyes. The admission overwhelms him, although he supposes he already knew, with the way Nick is touching him. He’s so surrounded. He didn’t know it could feel like this. He was waiting for Nick this whole time.

He’s nipping at Nick’s neck when he slides his hand between them, popping open the button of Nick’s jeans and reaching in to take him in his hand, too. The angle is uncomfortable, cramped, but he can tell he got the grip right when Nick gasps, rhythm faltering for a moment.

“Fuck,” Nick groans, breath warm in Noah’s mouth when their lips meet, just barely, more resting over each other than kissing. Nick gets his rhythm back quickly. Noah finds his determination to get Nick there first, tightening his grip and speeding up, until Nick is speaking again. “That’s it. That’s good, baby.”

The pet name alone would be enough to send him over the edge, with or without Nick’s hand moving over him expertly and perfect. Noah is spilling over Nick’s hand with a desperate gasp before he has the chance to realize he’s doing it.

He buries his face in Nick’s neck to catch his breath and calm down, placing kisses there. Nick’s breath is still labored when he removes his hand, wipes the cum on his jeans, which he would find gross with anyone else but endearing with Nick.

Noah’s own hand has stilled and Nick immediately tries readjusting when Noah takes his hand out.

“No, wait,” Noah says, placing a hand over Nick’s to stop him. He’s scooting down on the sofa, even more cramped than before, face to face with Nick’s cock. “Let me, please.”

He knows they don’t have much longer to be alone together. He’s not sure how much time has passed since they started, but he swears he heard Jolly moving around in his bunk. He would rather have the chance to tell them, instead of them finding out by getting an eye full, but he can’t let the day end without getting Nick in his mouth.

Now that he knows he’s allowed it, he wants it now.

He’s surprised by how much he likes it, immediately, on the first slide in. Maybe it’s just because it’s Nick, but Noah thinks he tastes like absolute heaven.

He doesn’t have any tricks, just what he knows he likes. He may be inexperienced in this realm, but pulls out all the stops he knows, anyway, cupping Nick’s balls in one hand, working what his mouth can’t reach with the other, sucking on the head, pointed tongue dipping in.

He knows he’s doing a good job when Nick gasps, tightens the grip he has on Noah’s hair.

“Fuck, Noah, how did you get so good at this?”

From thinking about you, he thinks but doesn’t say, just moans around Nick’s cock and giggles when the grip Nick has in his hair tightens even more.

He can tell he’s close. From the shaking of his thighs, the groans getting more and more frequent and harder to keep quiet. He would pray Jolly and Folio don’t hear but right now, he couldn’t care less. Right now all he cares about is Nick’s hand tightening in his hair, and the tiny little moans of his name.

“Noah,” Nick says, cupping his cheek, so gentle for the position they’re in and he basks in it. “Noah, I’m gonna cum.”

That’s all he needs to hear before he’s taking in as much as he can, eyes brimming with tears but it’s worth it for the sounds Nick is making, thrusting shallowly into Noah’s mouth before stilling, cum spilling down his throat.

He swallows every drop. He knows Nick would like it and is proven right when he looks up at him, eyes as blown as he’s ever seen.

He’s tucking Nick back into his pants and crawling up his body. Nick doesn’t hesitate before cupping the back of his head, bringing their lips together, licking into his mouth.

“You did so good, baby.” Nick says and Noah glows.

He wants to talk about it. They will talk about it.

They don’t have the opportunity before they hear the sound of a curtain sliding open.

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[konigsblog]

is there an origin story for toxic!dadbod!price??? like the honeymoon phase where he’s not toxic or has he always been like that?

the origin story for toxic!dadbod!price.. 🥃🚬

warnings: narcissism, misogyny, BDSM, talk of toxic masculinity, price being an asshole, hints of him being an alcoholic, mentions of DUB-CON (COERCION AND PERSUASION) EVERYTHING IS CONSENSUAL BEFOREHAND.

a/n; i want to mention that not everyone who follows a traditional lifestyle or has npd acts like this. this is just my concept, toxic!dadbod!price and how his guilt led to what he became !!! also, this is 10000% not my belief on feminism. i don't think feminism is an excuse and i do think it's a great thing when it comes to fighting for equality, ect...

price was a total sweetheart for you; taking you out on dinners and dates, enjoying his time with you and loving on you. at the time, he was still enlisted in the military, meaning that he was away longer than he was home. eventually, he got engaged to you, before marrying you, and that's when his more traditional lifestyle that he'd talked about came into play, on the lighter side.

retiring from the military, you decided to do some housework to help around while he was recovering from back pain. he enjoyed and believed a woman should always be a housewife, never work. and since he was the bread winner and made the money, he believed it was your duty to be obedient and do as you're told. getting him his beers and doing his washing.

though, it only got more toxic as he continued. a fan of watching the television and hearing other people's opinions on feminism, truly believing that feminism was wrong and an excuse for women to laze around the house all day when a man is working. he let you know his opinions, which then spiraled into more arguments and deep conversations that were more judgement and with yelling and groaning about who does what.

obviously, after leaving the military, he gained a gut. he already drank alcohol, but he drank it heavier and thought about all those lost in the war and missions, those buried six feet under which sent him into a depression you desperately helped him out of. he took advantage of your kindness and eagerness to help him get better, enjoying being taken care of and having a woman around.

yet — again —, it got worse and more toxic as he continued. spending more time watching porn that he was before, his lovey-dovey attitude now replaced with snark and backlash for not doing something well enough. he enjoyed the rougher side of sex and decided to try it with you, finding that he appreciated it way more than gentle love making. your concerns were dismissed as he continued to groan, smoke heavier and drink more.

he didn't like how you would talk to him, that since he's providing for you, you should be a good girl and do as you're told; sitting on his lap and giving him a handy, sloppy and messy, just how he enjoys it. or, sucking him off while he records you and humilates you. you felt bad — almost feeling spoiled — so you gave into his demands so he wouldn't get it anywhere else or from another woman, like he'd threatened to do.

also, videos of toxic masculinity that he even agreed with back in the day became more prominent on social media and he found himself agreeing with downright horrible misogynistic comments and opinions. i believe if he was given a daughter when you gave birth, he wouldn't give two fucks about her — on the other hand, his son was his pride, yet he wanted nothing to do with taking physical care of him, just bonding as he claimed taking care of children and cooking was a ‘woman's job’.

loves whenever he can watch football with his 1 year old son, although he doesn't understand anything and seems more confused on why his dad is yelling so much. he hates when you argue or tell him you're tired, as he thinks you're looking for excuses not to be a perfect housewife for him — should he take your son and get another wife, or will you be obedient and serve him? he also has a superior context and is a bit narcissistic, he thinks his demands and needs are more important than yours and isn't afraid to say bluntly what he doesn't like about you.

lost interest in cuddling after multiple arguments — not because he fell out of love, because he'd pass out on the couch after drinking too much, stinking of BO and smoke, and far too heavy to carry. you spent more nights alone than with him, despite being in the same house. your son is a total sweetheart; giggly, funny, ect... and john would definitely get annoyed if his first word was ‘mum’ or if he wasn't a daddies boy.

grew interested in the BDSM part of porn, and loved treating you and making you feel like a dirty, filthy whore for bouncing yourself back on him. enjoys seeing you gag and choke, spitting out spit in a desperate attempt to breathe as he chokes you, leaning his full bodyweight onto your neck before freeing you and plowing into you relentlessly. seeing your hips laced with bruises gave him a sense of superiority over you and enjoyed when you giggled whenever he ran his fingertips over them, and being a captain meant he also enjoyed being called ‘sir’ and your sweet begging voice all raspy from a rough blowjob.

so, that's how toxic!dadbod!price went from loving and traditional to a misogynistic, disgusting, greedy asshole who began caring more about himself rather than others.

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REMEMBER: this isn't my belief on feminism at all. i don't think feminism is a bad thing, this is how i view my concept and how he'd act, along with his thoughts and feelings on important topics. EVERYTHING is consensual. this is fiction and fiction only.

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[ccalhoun]

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shane ( stardew valley ) x m!reader

wc: 1k

request: Can you do one of Shane? Already dating but where Shane is drunk and confides in the reader that he doesnt feel enough for them or smth like that ^^ - _X3333 on wattpad

warnings: male reader, reader can be cis or trans, drinking / alcoholism, reverse comfort, established relationship

cut for length!

shane stood in his usual corner, drinking like always. he would usually people watch on nights like these but he couldnt bare to look at anyone around him, all he could feel was guilt growing in his chest with every drink he took. he said he was going to get better, he promised he was going to get better, for you.

shane felt like crying the longer he stood there. tears almost falling from his eyes before he finished his beer and rushed out of the saloon, and before he knew it he was walking the familiar path to one of the only places in the town that comforted him, your farm.

it was an ungodly hour of night and he knew you were asleep, but he was drunker than usual and there was no way in hell he could think long enough to realize that. he stumbled over his feet the entire walk there and even fell once times, getting dirt on his face and hoodie.

after what felt like hours for him, he saw the sight of your house. he felt a wave of relief wash over him as he struggled to your front door and managed a few sloppy knocks before waiting for you nervously.

you were groggy, you just woke up, why wouldnt you be? you checked the time, who was knocking on your door at 2 am?

you got up slowly, rubbing your eyes and trying to wake up more before cautiously opening your door, being met with the sight of a dirty, drunk, shane standing at your door. you woke up more from the scene and immediately took note of the dirt on his clothes and the smell of alcohol all around shane.

"shane?" you stuttered out, "come inside, its late, are you okay?" you rushed out, leading shane to sit at your dining room table before you go back to close and lock your front door.

"i just wanted to see you, sorry," shane slurred as he looked around your house as if he hasn't spent hundreds of nights there. you got a rag and wet it gently under the sink, rushing back over to shane.

"it's okay, what happened? why is there dirt on your face?" you asked gently, taking the rag in one hand and using your other hand to hold shanes face still. you carefully cleaned the dirt off of his cheek as he told you about how he may have tripped on his way over, and you try to stifle a laugh that he doesnt notice.

you finished cleaning his face put the now dirty rag in the sink before standing in front of shane with a soft smile.

"i think you should sleep here tonight, is that okay with you?" you asked, shane quickly moving all of his attention on you as he thought for a few brief moments.

"yeah, yes. please," the last word was almost a whisper, barely audible to the either of you. you nodded and held onto one of shanes hands as you signaled for him to stand up so you could help walk him to your bed.

"i dont need your help to walk," shane grumbled as he stood up with a few shakes, almost tripping over his ankles as he turned to walk to your bed.

"shane, my beds not over there-" you rushed over to the taller man, taking his hand again and softly leading him to where your bed really was. "it's time to sleep honey," you helped him lay down and get the blanket over him, starting to leave so you could get water for him when he firmly grabbed your wrist.

"please don't leave, not yet," shane spoke suddenly, his voice sounded shakey like he was about to cry which was a shock to you as he seemed to be fine just minutes before. "can you cuddle with me, just for a couple minutes," he finished speaking and he looked at you with big eyes, tears filling his waterline quicker than you thought possible.

"hey it's ok, i won't leave you," you comforted, turning back to him and quickly getting in the bed next to him. he held you close, just laying in silence as he held you for a few soft minutes.

"i love you, so much," shane said, his words slurring slightly less. "i wish i could be better for you,"

"shane- honey, what?" your tone was filled with worry, shane was perfect in your eyes. you knew he was trying his best, why would he need to be better?

"i promised i'd stop and i can't even do that-" shane clearly had more to say but he cut himself off as he started to hardcore sob. you didn't know he felt this way, you never knew he felt so insecure about his actions.

"you haven't done anything wrong, you're trying, aren't you? i'm so proud of you for just knowing you have a problem, i'll always be proud of you," you tried your best to comfort the crying man in your bed.

you rolled over so you could face eachother and shane quickly hid his face using his hand so you wouldn't see him in such a vulnerable state. he knew you were just trying to help but your words only made him feel worse, you're so sweet and caring and he can't do anything for you.

"baby please, talk to me, im worried," you spoke softly to him as you began playing with his hair and holding him close to your chest, "you're doing everything perfectly as my boyfriend, i love you so much. please, don't beat yourself up over this,"

shane removed his hand from his face and looked you in the eyes, speaking in a low but audible voice.

"i promise, im going to get better for you," his words were still slurred and he was crying, but you knew he meant it, you knew how much he loved you and it maybe he needed to hold you to realize that he could be better for you, that he could finally feel like he was good enough for you.

"i love you so much," he kissed you for a second, knowing that he was still basically shit faced and would probably get drool all over you if he kissed you for longer.

"i love you more," you kissed back before pulling away and pulling his head into your chest, laying down and pulling the blankets up over the two of you, ready to sleep for the rest of the night.

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#shane x reader #shane x you #shane sdv #stardew valley #stardew valley x you #stardew valley x reader #fluff #angst

[merlot-and-chardonnay]

A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons: Chapter 7

Chapter 6

-----------Kaer Morhen--------------

"Ready?" you ask Ciri, wooden sword in hand. "Whenever you are," Ciri answers, light on her feet, eager to get this sparing session underway.

In the last several weeks, since that day when you discovered Geralt's secret kink, you had asked him to teach you how to use a sword. You've always kept a knife or dagger on your person before as a precaution as being a woman traveling mostly by yourself wasn't all that safe in this world, but now you wanted to really learn the art of sword fighting so to better defend yourself should the day come.

Geralt had initially found this odd, given you were more of a pacifist, but he nodded and agreed to teach you alongside Ciri, who was already advancing well into her training.

You currently took a stance, ready to spar with the young girl. You have yet to beat Ciri in a sparring match, but this time you had feeling today was the day. You check to make sure the wrappings around your chest were still secure (you're still breastfeeding and it's not the most comfortable feeling to have them move about all over the place when you're spinning and sword swinging).

Eskel, Coen, and Lambert stood at the sidelines as spectators along with Vesemir, who was holding Aemma in his arms and keeping her company (something the old man would've enjoyed a little more if your daughter wasn't  so keen on pulling his mustache every five seconds or so).

Geralt stood by waiting to give the signal as you and Ciri make stances and touch swords. On the witcher's signal, the two of you clash wooden swords.

"Five crowns on Ciri," Lambert whispers to Coen. "I'll take that bet," Coen whispers back. "I double that bet on (y/n)," Eskel joins in on the conversation. "Pfft, (y/n) has yet to beat the Ciri in a fight," Lambert fights, "the girl can fight circles around her." "Then you have nothing to worry about," Eskel shrugs.

You continue clashing swords with Ciri, mimicking the turns and pirouettes Geralt has been showing you. Ciri had age and speed working in her favor (along with the fact she's never had a baby), and of course she's been training longer than you were. But, you noticed the young girl has been getting a little cocky today, almost certain victory was hers like it has been dozens of other sparring matches with you.

Maybe you could use that to your advantage.

You back away, feigning like you were about to yield and accept defeat from the girl once more. Ciri lunged towards you, ready to finish the match. You notice the way her feet were positioned; a sloppy mistake made as a result of her cockiness. You quickly spin around and trip Ciri, causing her to fall over.

She quickly grabs her sword and still parries your sword from the ground. You keep swinging, even though Ciri said she yielded, but you didn't listen as you start to experience flashbacks from your previous life in Westeros, back to the day of the tourney.

"(y/n), she yields," Geralt calls out. The other witchers exchange looks, wondering what was going on with you.

"(y/n)! That's enough!" Geralt exclaims, but still you don't listen.

Him and Eskel run to pull you away from Ciri.

You were panting and sweating, barely aware of your surroundings as Geralt tried to shake you back to reality, calling your name.

You were fully brought back the moment you heard your daughter crying in distress.

"Huh? What?" you shake your head.

"The fuck is wrong with you, woman?!" you hear Lambert's voice, "you almost killed the girl!"

"What?" you look to see Ciri was still laying on the ground, Coen helping her back to her feet. You also look to see Aemma was crying, Vesemir doing his best to comfort her, carrying her away from the scene.

Your eyes widen in horror, realizing what you have done. You drop the sword in your hand, feeling sick to your stomach. You turn and run back to the keep.

---------Flashback: King's Landing---------------

 "I don't believe I've yet expressed my congratulations for being named heir, princess," you say as you tune your lute.

It had been nearly a month and a half since Daemon had left for Dragonstone, since you broke off your relationship with the prince. Since then, you've kept yourself occupied entertaining Rhaenyra and composing more songs to get over your heartbreak. It hadn't been easy, but you knew it had to be done for the sake of your mental well-being.

From what you heard, though, Daemon had taken someone else with him in your place; probably Mysaria, you figured. It was no surprise as he had still been seeing her even though you made him promise not to when you and him were still together. You never said anything; he was a man after all and one who was used to doing what he wanted and no one else would challenge him. This was already apparent by the fact that Daemon's been occupying Dragonstone this whole time, even though Viserys had ordered him to Runestone to be with his wife, and the king had yet to do or even say anything about it.

 "It must be a high honor to receive such a title," you continue speaking to the princess. "I suppose it is," Rhaenyra admits, her mind seeming to be in another place. "For what it's worth, princess, I think you'll make a good Queen," you say, meaning it. Rhaenyra is the Realm's Delight after, all, and even though she is a woman, you believe people would come to accept her as their leader.

"I sense this is not on your mind right now, your Grace," you say, bringing the girl's attention back to reality. "Oh, forgive me," the princess speaks, "I uh, I was thinking about my mother. I miss her dearly." "I understand," you nod, "as someone who's lost a mother before, it took months, years I dare say to get over her loss." "How did you do it?" Rhaenyra asks. "I honestly wasn't able to come to terms with losing her until years later," you admit, "my, uh, father had his own way of grieving her loss, one that placed me in a position where I had to put aside my own grief and take up many of his responsibilities. And when I was able to properly mourn, I just had to stare into the void and scream my heart out...and compose a number of songs to further process my loss. It gets easier princess, with time...never easy, but eventually, you'll be able to come to terms with it as well."

"Why didn't you leave with my uncle?" Rhaenyra asked you, changing the subject. "...My place is here with you, princess," you decide to tell her, "you're the reason I am here in the first place, it wouldn't have been right to leave my station, especially given your recent, uh, loss."

Rhaenyra wasn't completely convinced by that answer, but accepted it nonetheless.

"I'm not so sure I want to be queen," the princess admits, "up until this moment, I never even considered that would be a possibility for me. Up until now, all I wanted was to just ride on Syrax, travel to far off lands, and eat cake."

You chuckle a little at that, seeing how this statement made you realize how young she still was.

"Yes, I too would like to travel to parts unknown and eat cake," you joke, "oh wait, I've already done that."

Rhaenyra laughed at that, "I should like to travel to this Continent from your songs," she says, "see the things you've seen, meet the people you have. I should like to meet this white hair witcher you've spoke so highly of, or this warrior Queen, the Lioness of Cintra. I'd like to see these elves, dwarves, and dryads from your ballads, learn to swing a sword, or learn how to use magic and become a sorceress like the one from your songs."

"Unfortunately, princess, one must be born with the natural ability to use magic," you tell her, "however, anyone can learn to use a sword."

"Can you use a sword?" Rhaenyra asks. "Not a sword," you admit, "but I have some skill in using a knife or dagger. I consider myself a pacifist, princess, but that doesn't mean I don't want to defend myself. This world can be a scary place for a lone woman, anything can happen to people like us." "Well, then I will consider myself most fortunate to have a dragon by side," Rhaenyra says.

In the midst of your conversation, Ser Harrold Westerling approaches you and the princess, "my princess," he greets, "the king has requested your presence." Rhaenyra gave you a strange look before answering the knight, "did he say why?" "It is best that you see for yourself, princess," Harrold answers crypitcally.

Rhaenyra nods and allows the man to escort her to the small council chambers. Rhaenyra walks inside, but Harrold stops you, "I'm afraid this meeting is not for troubadours." You nod and turn, pretending to walk away but actually went through a secret entrance to listen in on the meeting; it was a special passage into the small council room that you remembered Daemon showing you once.

You look through the slats of a screen you were hiding behind. You see the small council with Grand Maester Mellos, Lord Lyonel Strong, Otto Hightower, and of course the king with Rhaenyra by his side.

At the other side of the table was a man dressed in black and gold with the sun embroidered on his robes. Two soldiers in armor with similar patterns stood by, along with a woman dressed in white and silver.

You recognized the sun insignia to belong to that of Nilfgaard. Your eyes widen even more the moment you recognized the woman to be the mage Fringilla Vigo.   

What, you wondered, were Nilfgaardian ambassadors doing all the way in Westeros?

"It is an high honor to be welcomed into your home, your Grace," the Nilfgaardian ambassador begins his speech, "it was a very long journey, and truly you have lived up to your reputation as a kind and generous king. To show our gratitude, please accept this humble gift." The ambassador has a servant approach the princess with a necklace of gold, "a personal gift from His Imperial Majesty, Emhyr Var Emreis."

Rhaenyra looks to her father who nods in approval and the princess accepts the gift, "it is truly exquisite," she says, removing the Valyrian steel necklace her uncle gave her so as to wear this one. It was not quite the same, but she turned to the ambassador and thank him for the gift.

"It is truly a wonderful gift," Viserys speaks, "but I assume you did not come all this way from the Continent to gift us with gold necklaces and flattering words."

"You are right to assume such," Fringilla speaks, "we have also come with an offer. From the emperor himself."

"Forgive me, but who are you exactly?" Otto asks the woman. "Fringilla Vigo," the mage answers, "I serve His Imperial Majesty as both his court mage and his confidante. You can rest assure my words are his."

"You are a sorceress," Rhaenyra says impressed, "I've heard much of your sort. Can you give us a demonstration?"

Lyonel, Mellos, and Otto exchange looks, a little skeptical. "I'll be glad to, princess," Fringilla says, standing and approaching the young woman. The mage mutters an incantation in Elder speech and in her hands a glass figurine of a dragon appears in her hands, "for you. Consider it another gift."

"How are we to know this is magic you possess?" Otto scoffs, "for all we know this...charlatan could have kept this little figurine in her sleeves this whole time."

Fringilla only made a threatening smile and turned to the Hand, "if you doubt the authenticity of my talents, my lord, perhaps you would like further proof if I turn you into a toad."

Otto glares back at the mage, ready to call her bluff, but on the chance that she was serious about this little threat, he relents, "that...won't be necessary."

"I'm glad you agree," Fringilla smiles again in victory. 

"I believe you wished to give us an offer on behalf of your emperor," Viserys speaks, bringing the conversation back.

"Of course," Fringilla speaks, "the Emperor wishes to propose a marriage. Himself to your daughter, the princess Rhaenyra."

Rhaenyra's eyes widen a bit, your eyes widening also from where you were hiding. "I think it a fair arrangement," the mage speaks, "in the last years since I've been brought to serve His Imperial Majesty, Nilfgaard has prospered. We have access to new resources in food, metal, wood, and many other things that could benefit this realm. Should you accept, the princess will be crowned Empress of Nilfgaard and her children will bear claim to Nilfgaard's throne."

"An Empress of a foreign land along with the title Heir Iron Throne...a very generous prospect indeed," Maester Mellos speaks.

"And what resources, pray tell, would the Emperor of Nilfgaard wish to trade with us in return?" Otto asks.

Before either the sorceress or the ambassador could answer, you feel your stomach turn and retch in response, which caught the attention of the small council.

You stay still, in hopes no one would come investigate.

Said hopes were dashed when Fringilla muttered another incantation that dissolved the screen.

You stare at the audience with an awkward smile on your face, "Must've been something I ate," you joke.

Otto gets up and yanks you from your spot by the hair, dragging you to the table.

"Hey! Let go! Let go!" you demand.

"Looks like we have a rat in the walls," Otto sneers, "Have you come to spy on the king?" "Get your fucking hands off me!!!" you bite Otto's hand, causing him to release you.

"(y/n)?" Rhaenyra rushes over to your side, "what are you doing here?" "Forgive me, princess, I did not mean to snoop," you tell her, wiping your mouth, "I saw the emblems of your guests and recognized them to be Nilfgaardian."

Fringilla stood and stared at you, almost like she had seen you before.

"I know you," she speaks to you, "the bardess from the Continent. The White Wolf's Lark."  "I've heard of you too," the Nilfgaardian ambassador quips in, "(y/n). My wife is a big fan of your work. The Song of the White Wolf is her particular favorite."

You notice the way Viserys and the small council looked at you.

"Yes, that, uh, that's me," you shyly admit. "No relation to the Bard who's written ballads of the same famous White Wolf, is there?" "Uh, he's....he's my brother," you tell the mage, "singing and a penchant for writing seems to run in the family."

"You must be Fringilla Vigo," you speak to the mage, "I've heard of you. I'm friends with your colleague, Yennefer of Vengerberg."

Fringilla had a certain look on her face at the mention of that name, "if you do happen to come across her again, tell her I send my regards...and to thank her."

"I'll be sure to do that," you say.

"If I may interrupt," Otto says, "We had more pressing matters to discuss." 

"Ah yes, a marriage proposal between the princess of Dragonstone and the emperor of Nilfgaard," you say, "it is a rather unique proposal," you turn to Fringilla, "I'm a little surprised Emhyr Var Emreis didn't look some place closer to home; any of the Northern realms on the Continent would've sufficed. Temeria, Kaedwen, Redania...Cintra perhaps. Or maybe further down south? Last I heard, the Duke of Toussaint had two eligible daughters that are close to marrying age."

You lean closer to Fringilla and speak in the elvish language, "of course none of those places boast a possession of dragons. Dragons that could be used in Nilfgaard's favor in times of war."

Fringilla stares at you, standing up to address you in the same language, "a bold accusation for one who doesn't even know of the treasure she currently carries."

You raised an eyebrow, confused by that statement.

"Can we please talk in a language we can all understand?" Otto exasperates.

"This offer to unite the two realms is quite generous, that much I'll admit," Viserys speaks, looking to his daughter who had a certain look on her face, "however, it is one we will have to talk over. We will take this proposal into consideration."

Nodding, Fringilla and the ambassador up and exit the small council chambers. 

You attempt to sneak away, hoping to avoid some kind of reprimand from Otto or the king. "Not you," Viserys speaks, getting your attention, "you stay."

You sigh and stand by the table, "father, surely you don't mean-" "I would," Viserys admits to his daughter, "as this is highly irregular. However, I believe as a Continental her input would be most useful."

You give the king a confused look, "what can you tell me about this emperor? This Emhyr Var Emreis?"

You were still confused, but grateful you weren't going to face some kind of discipline, "Regretfully, your Grace, I know very little about this man," you tell him, "In fact, very few on the Continent, outside his inner circle, know anything about him. His predecessor, the late king, had a certain reputation for drinking and whoring while his subjects starved and threw riots on the streets. The king was disposed and a usurper took his place. Emhyr apparently had fled as a child and then returned to take back his throne and turn Nilfgaard into an empire."

"So he means to start a conquest it seems," Lyonel speaks, "and what better way to do so then with an army of dragons by his side."

"Do you think this to be the case, (y/n)?" Rhaenyra asks you. "...I would not be so quick to discard that motive as a possibility, princess," you honestly tell her, "and if Nilfgaard means to start a war with the northern realms, I predict those kingdoms will send envoys with similar proposals so as to secure an alliance with House Targaryen."

"Excuse me, father," Rhaenyra takes you by the arm and escorts you out of the chambers, "if what you say is true, I should like to learn more about these kingdoms," she tells you, "will you indulge me?" "I'll be happy to, princess."

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"Do you want to talk about it?" you hear Geralt ask as he leans by the door way.

You were in the bathtub, back facing the witcher, relishing in the hot, steaming water.

You weren't sure what to say as you were still reeling from the events earlier today when you almost pummeled Ciri to the ground.

You weren't sure what came over yourself. You've never lost control like that before, but the moment you had Ciri down, all you thought about when you would have to use those sword skills. You had started to imagine yourself fighting off Aemma's father, what it would be like if he came to Kaer Morhen on his dragon only to drag both you and your daughter back to the one place you did not want to go back anytime soon.

"Is...how's Ciri doing?" you decide to ask, pulling your knees close to your chest. "A few bruises here and there, but she'll live," Geralt assures, "it's nothing she hasn't had before."

"Oh gods, what have I done?" you groan, resting your head against your knees, tears welling up from the guilt of almost causing the poor girl grave harm, "Geralt, I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I wouldn't blame Ciri if she didn't forgive me for this."

"Ciri was little miffed at first," Geralt says, leaning behind the tub and grabbing a wet rag to wash your back, "but she's come to understand. She's already forgiven you."

"I don't deserve it," you sniffle, "I almost killed her."

"No you didn't," Geralt assures, "not with a wooden sword that is."

"But I could've if we were using different weapons." "Hey," Geralt scolds, "quite beating yourself up over this. It happened, no one got hurt, it's all in the past, now we need to move on."

You sigh as Geralt rinses out the rag. You feel the witcher place a kiss on your bare shoulder, "Geralt," you say, "if something happened to me or Aemma...if someone tried to take us away from Kaer Morhen, you would stop them, right?"

"Like Aemma's father you mean?" Geralt says to which you lightly nod, "if he tries to take you away to place you don't want to go, I'll do everything in my power to stop him."

You turn around in the tub, taking Geralt's hand in yours, "thank you."

Chapter 8

Masterlist

#geralt of rivia #geralt #eskel #lambert #coen #vesemir #ciri #rhaenyra targaryen #viserys targaryen #fringilla vigo

[unnaturalequilibrium]

So, hi. It's me again, yeah, me with the obscure recommendations I try to peddle like designer drugs to over-privileged teenagers brandishing their parents black card. But listen *slowly opens trenchcoat* I've got something real special for you this time. It's called 66th North Precinct (check out the trailer).

Back when I watched Bitter Daisies I kept going on about how that trope or the archetype of a stoic detective who is competent in their professional life, but is a bit of a fumble fuck when it comes to expressing their own emotional existence is a perfect fit for a lesbian character and that point still fucking stands. And apparently the Universe is paying attention to some of the fuckery I spew and occasionally even hands me exactly what I ask for. Because this - was it.

You’ve got the main character of Maria who is a retired professional boxer turned police detective who struggles with finding meaning in her work and feeling settled in her life. Surrounding her are her various oddball family members, friends and colleagues who are equal measures helpful and unintentionally hurtful as she navigates a world that is no longer as straightforward as when she was younger and had no real responsibilities beyond winning the next match. On the tin you’ve seen this in some format before, only difference is that for once this character is actually a lesbian with a wife and two kids. But without that being an issue, or well it is the issue as she deals with trying to balance responsibilities and professional fulfillment. So being married and having a family is part of the conflict of this story, but what isn’t a problem however is her homosexuality. Same thing as how Maria’s wife Essi struggles with her relationship with her parents-in-law, but not because of any signs of homophobia but because she’s from the “big city” which in this context is a bit of an offense.

Basically this is the kind of story straight people usually get, but we seldom do. There are no coming outs, no gay panics, no navigating a hateful world. Instead it’s rather simple; it’s wives arguing about domestic things, struggling with communication, supporting each other emotionally and professionally and trying to find time for each other as kids, work and family need to be juggled. It's drama without the dramatics. All of that in the setting of a crime procedural that mixes dry humour with the serious and feels deeply melancholic (vemodigt) in a way that I think only Nordic fiction can be.

But even if the marriage is written in the same way a straight couple would be the character Maria Pudas is the kind of main character you will recognize, the dumbass stoic who is so gay coded all you need are the thumbnails for the episodes to know she’s supposed to be a dyke (posture, styling, yeah just the whole shebang). No, true story, bro. Only reason I started watching was because I was looking through what was on streaming, saw the show, clicked the episode list and got preemptively annoyed because I have seen this before, the perfect lesbian character that never is allowed to be gay. Sure I know judging a book by its covers is uncool and all, but sometimes we do the duck a disfavour by pretending it doesn't know how to quack.

Despite my annoyance I decided that "what the fuck I hear turquoise and self-flagellation is in this spring" and I went against my better judgment and pressed play. And as feared each frame had my eye twitching a little more irregularly as the gay ramped up, but when it was revealed she had a son I had enough, experience have thought me the next scene would then introduce a husband and I couldn’t take that shit again. I refused to lose yet another potentially awesome lesbian character to sloppy straight washing. Luckily I was so completely drained of energy that reaching for the remote took longer than it should have and during that painstaking process another woman showed up on screen and she too acted like the son’s mother -  so there I was frozen in place with spasming core muscles as it slowly unfolded that yes, they were introducing her spouse, but turns out that for once the writers had some guts and Maria Pudas was a lesbian and she and her wife were in fact quacking their asses off. Carefully and with narrow slitted eyes I placed the remote back on my coffee table and almost reluctantly was treated. Treated damn well.

This was the after of the happily ever of that romance novel both of us have probable read, you know the one about the boxer who got a concussion and met a doctor she couldn't get out of her system. I mean, honestly I am going to call you a liar if you say you've never read a lesbian romance book or fanfic with a plot along those lines. This was basically the follow up of what happen after they get married. I get though that some people don't want the after part and for others I think this show might be a bit too slow paced and not flashy enough, it's not the CW, but rather it's government funded raggsock drama. That's not for everyone, I get that, but I really do hope you give it a go, because if nothing else it warmed me straight to my core to get so many continuous displays of romantic intimacy between two women. I mean we've been handed sweeps kissing since the late 90s, but I think I can count on my left hand the number of times I've seen something that just shows you simple romantic but non-sexual intimacies between women.

Unfortunately I don't know if you can find it will English subtitles anywhere accessible, but the episodes are up on yle's streaming site which is free with a Finnish vpn: Pohjoisen tähti

If you do find a way to watch come talk to me about what a hoot Maria's boss is, how Niko needs locking up on occasion so he stops interrupting and what the hell are we going to do about this urge to go snowboarding in Lapland?!

#66th north precinct #pohjoisen tähti #wlw ship #wlwsource

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Continued from here

@nekasu

Ei had the purest of intentions; to be honest and to see if he would be willing to stay by her side while she was Archon. It would mean the world to her to have someone else that was close to Makoto be by her side. However … she did not see her lack of experience of being this open as a problem, so when she had noticed him crying, her heart immediately broke. What did she say wrong? How could she have not been more careful? Regret instantly loomed over her. Perhaps … being so open was not a good idea.

She figured that he could’ve been upset at what she said regarding Makoto, and while not even she was there to save Makoto, she truly believed - after planting that seed - that the prior Archon was content. She did not blame Neka for not being there, but when you love someone so intensely … it quickly has an individual pointing the finger towards themselves. While Ei desperately wanted to communicate that to him, she decided to keep it on hold for a little longer.

It was then that his words took her off guard. She felt her body relax as she heard him speak and she kept her arms and hands on his body, slowly massaging each place they came across. The redness of his cheeks during the kiss had her giggle just a little after they’d separated, though his teasing had her speechless. Her cheeks turned red and then the second kiss began, under his guidance. Due to her lack of experience, she was a little sloppy with her kisses, but intended to make up for it by pushing her tongue into his mouth. There, she would assert her dominance and be prideful about it.

The sensation was … new, something she had never experienced before. Of course, based upon the way he had initiated and lead the kiss, she had no doubt he had so much experience in comparison to her. It embarrassed Ei, but she was not going to let it hold her back from proving that she can indeed kiss. Her hands still explored his body, though only her fingertips traced every part they went - which was mainly his torso and arms. She had no intentions of making him uncomfortable, so by doing this, it seemed more like a massage or tickle than anything else.

Her body grew hot as she made out with him. Is that how it’s supposed to make you feel? Eventually, she pulled away, breathing heavily, though trying to hide the fact that she had been running out of air. Her face was red and her mouth was slicked up - which she had licked away. “N-no, I’ve never … done this with someone before.” She whispered, unsure if she should be ashamed or not. All Ei knew was that it felt good with him and that she was glad she had been doing this with him, even if it was only a one time thing for him. “I’ve never been … intimate before…” she never had the chance to be, after all. Her main focus and priority was fighting. She had all but completely embodied that, despite her sister not wanting that for her.

Had she realised how she looked, she most likely would not have let him see her in such a state. “I don’t intend to let you go, Neka…” she reassured, looking down at her chest to notice that she had messed her kimono up - not from his tears, rather from her constantly shoving his face into her chest … it was oddly comforting, she came to find. Ei began to fix her kimono, her pink nipples being revealed for only a moment - and then it was back to how it was just moments before. She smiled triumphantly. Oh, yes - she may not know how to cook, but she sure knew how to fix her kimono right.

“There,” she softly muses. “All fixed.” Her smile was innocent, yet the rest of her looked … the complete opposite. “Now … where were we?” She teases, but makes no move to kiss him once again. She would allow him to make the moves once again - just so she knew he was comfortable. “How about I get you some water?” She weakly offers instead, just to give him that getaway if need be.

#knight of eternity / ei #muse : baal #tw : mentions of nudity #only a teeny tiny bit tho so it’s fine #nekasu #she’s a pro at kimonos now !

[ch4nb4ng]

Evil Roommate

pairing: leeknow x afab!reader, roommates enemies to lovers

warnings: softdom!lino, cheating (mentioned), making out, grinding, oral (f receiving), fingering penetration, cum play (?), praise

requested : yes!

word count 6.2k

summary: the new roommate was a handful. lazy, disrespectful, arrogant, and a whole bunch of other negative things. but wow, you were sexually frustrated and he, well, attractive, was an understatement.

“Can you actually like, wash your kitchen utensils when you're done using them?”

The amount of huffing and puffing you have heard from your new roommate in the past two weeks was ridiculous. If you had a dollar for every time he had gone against anything you had politely asked for, you would be rich by now, and definitely stable enough to move out and away from him.

“I will,” he mumbled, mouth stuffed with half of the carrot he was chewing on, very loudly, “can I not enjoy my food first?”

“No,” you replied without hesitation, giving the fakest of smiles in return, “you should do it before you eat.”

Another eye roll from Minho was like water off a duck’s back.

“I'd also appreciate it if you didn’t talk to me with your mouth full of food either.”

“What the fuck is your problem?”

You coughed, turning on your hills to face a very unimpressed roommate. His stare was eye shattering. Yes, he was very, no, extremely good looking. However, every single thing that made up his personality could not be more different to you. Sloppy, messy, lazy. Took no responsibility for any of his actions, especially the high pitch noises (that obviously were not his) you would hear from his room in the early hours of the morning. You would pinch your pillow together, praying extremely hard that the noise would stop, and by the time it did, you would get maybe 2, 3 hours of sleep. College was becoming tiring, not only from staying up to complete assessments, but the lewd noises you could hear from at least 2 people in his room. Your blunt attitude towards Minho’s unhygienic and disrespectful habits were definitely justified.

“What are you talking about?”

“Why do you nitpick everything I do?”

Your jaw dropped, completely dumbfounded.

“Me? Nitpicking you? Please,” you scoffed, “you don't clean up after yourself ever, you leave your dirty clothes everywhere, and don't even get me started on the fact that I barely get any sleep because of your wild sex adventures with other people that occur almost every weeknight, when you know I have to wake up early to go to class next day.”

A combination of frustration and exhaustion could be heard through the harshness of each breath. The smirk that appeared on his face was absolutely punch worthy. What on earth was there to be so cocky of?

“My wild sex adventures,” he paused taking a bite of the dreaded carrot, “please, tell me more about my wild sex adventures.”

His tongue was now obviously pressed against his cheek, a devil coated smile still very apparent on his face. The longer he was looking at you like that, the hotter your cheeks became. Pure anger began to course through you; all he had to do was sit there and look pretty. It was definitely enough for you to get the green light to slap him across the face.

“Shut the fuck up,” you hissed, “I don’t need to explain how I can hear them moaning your name every night, or the banging I hear from wall to-”

“Hmm,” he hummed, “you seem to be listening very well.”

Distracted by your anger for a brief moment, you gasped suddenly, feeling Minho’s fingertips at your sides. You turned around, swatting his hands away, giving him that slap that you felt you had earned across the face.

“Who the fuck said you could touch me?

“Did you just fucking slap me?”

“Yes I fucking did,” you spat, “what do you take me for?”

“You know what you’re right, but you walk around here with a stick up your ass. I hear you on the phone to your friends, complaining about how you don't get any action from anyone.”

You stood there in disbelief. “So you’ve been eavesdropping on my convos as well?”

“Well it’s kind of hard not to hear, you know, the walls in this house are kind of thin.”

Your jaw clenched, his eyebrows furrowed, the conversation was at a stand still.

“Can you get to the point please?”

“I sure can sweetheart,” the name sending a shiver down your spine, “if you're that sexually frustrated, go and do something about it instead of taking it out on me?”

A laugh that you didn't even know you were capable of bellowed from your chest. You stumbled back, grabbing onto stool behind the bench for support.

“Me? Sexually frustrated? Please,” you huffed, “I’m not sexually frustrated, and it definitely has nothing to do with you.”

Another scoff escaped your lips as you shuffled back to your room. Closing the door behind you, a heavy sigh came from your chest as you sat on the edge of your bed. How on earth was he able to read you like that? So well and so accurate? It was all you could think about, not to mention the fact that it was also night time simultaneously.

You let your body fall onto your bed sheets. The feeling of restlessness was consuming your body. As you crawled into bed, you looked straight into the ceiling. Why were you thinking about his words so much? Were you really taking it out on him? You shook your head, mentally slapping yourself for even considering the thought.

Minho was a lazy slob who was extremely inconsiderate of others, especially you. But why was the thought of his fingers on your sides becoming the main source of agitation.? The silence of your thoughts was deafening, but they were easily interrupted as soon as you heard the door open, a high pitched voice followed what felt like the most ludicrous creek you had ever heard. ‘I should really put some oil on the door huh?’ You paused for a couple of seconds, this time physically face palming yourself for the dumb excuse you had made to see who he had decided to bring over to accompany him tonight. Legs completely ignoring your brain, you were out of bed, hand twisting the knob and peeking a look at the poor girl that would be subjected to Minho��s torture tonight. Tip toeing out of the doorway, you kept the weight of a feather on your toes, making yourself as invisible as possible.

“Y/n?”

Your pink panther stance of attempted deception looked utterly ridiculous and not sly at all was extremely confusing to the two. You quickly relaxed into a normal stance, the fakest of smiles coming across your face as you see who it is he brought home to have his way with.

“Chaeyeon… heyyy,” you lingered, “I didn’t know you were coming over.”

You would have been happy with literally anyone else. But Chaeyeon? Chaeyeon? It’s like she was your number one arch rival. Minho knew how much you hated her, yet he still let her come over. Everything about her you could not stand, not to mention the fact that she home wrecked your last serious relationship. Even though it was a while ago, you can forgive but not forget, her face being a constant reminder of your hurtful past.

“Oh hey Y/N,” she almost signed, her amount of excitement to see you matching yours, “I didn’t know you lived here.”

The arm he had around her waist made you sick.

“There’s a lot of things you don't know about me,” you mumbled, foot swaying back and forth, eyes focused on said foot.

“Okay, so you guys have had a little reunion,” Minho interrupted. Anything would have been better to break the awkward silence than his sarcastic comments, “we’re gonna go to my room now.”

“NO!” you interjected, covering the hallway with every bit of your being, “I mean, what’s the rush huh? Changbin is coming over as well.”

You paused, Minho’s face clearly cussing you out if yelling was inappropriate at this current moment.

“Uh no thanks Y/N-”

“We should all hang out!”

The excitement coming from your voice was so inauthentic, it was hard to miss.

“Yeah! Let’s all hang out,” you walked behind them, placing a hand on each of their backs and you hurried them to the couch, “I’ll get some beers in the fridge.”

“I actually only drink vodka,” Chaeyeon yawns, obnoxiously twirling her hair, her other hand aggravatingly high on his thigh.

“Oh that’s totally fine,” you gritted through tightly clenched teeth, “we have a bottle in the fridge, I’ll grab that for you as well.”

You scuffled back over to the fridge, mentally cursing yourself as you grabbed the necessary beverages. The confusion you were giving yourself about why you were putting in so much effort to spend time with the two people you literally hated more than anything was mind baffling

“So,” you began again, passing a Corona to Minho, a glass to Chaeyeon, “how have you been finding your course so far?”

You sat the Smirnoff and Orange juice on the table. Yes, you were being nice, but not nice enough to pour the drink for this bitch.

“Oh it was so great,” she smiled, “Jisung and I were living together, it was, well, a dream really.”

The feeling of your nails became prominent in your fists as your fingers caved in. The mention of his name was enough to make you see red, let alone the idea of them being happily together. The itch of your eye begging to roll was becoming too prominent, so much that you had to get up and walk away for a second. You stood up abruptly, confusion etched into Minho’s features. You didn’t want to make this a big deal, but the fact that she continued to gloat about it, long after you stopped listening was enough to reach your breaking point.

“I think I heard my phone ringing from my room, it must be Changbin.”

“I don't think I hear anything,” Minho smirked, plastering his lips on the edge of the bottle. The way his lips wrapped around the tip of the warm glass was something you ‘accidentally’ became fixated on. You puffed your cheeks, storming to your room and somewhat aggressively shutting the door behind you. Scrambling for your phone on the bedside table, you panicked, unclear mind as you scrolled through your phone contacts. You paused, an inducing amount of oxygen filling up your lungs. It did little to calm the irritated tingling sensation in your fingers.

Changbin’s name had finally popped up on your phone after what had felt like a lifetime.

“Hello?”

His voice was husky, guilt panging your chest as you realsied you had probably woken him up from his not very often deep slumber.

“Changbin,” you gasped, “you know how much I love you right?”

“What do you need me to do?”

You snickered at his words. He had been your friend for too long to know that those words would never be said unless you needed something.

“Can you come over,” you pleaded, “Chaeyeon is here with Minho because he invited her over late at night, and I told them you were coming over?”

“Jesus Y/n,” Changbin sighed, a playful chuckle tickling your cheek, “so you want me to come over and make Minho jealous?”

“Wait no wtf,” you jumbled, “make Minho jealous? I just want you to flirt with me and Chaeyeon so she leaves.”

“Mhm yeah,” he chuckled once more, voice laced with sarcasm as he spoke, “I’ll come over, but if you don't sleep with him by the end of the night, I’m gonna be extremely disappointed.”

“Yeah okay whatever just get your ass over here now.”

And with that you abruptly ended the phone call, Changbin giving you no peace of mind. Were you this easy to read by everybody? A frustrated sigh exploded from your chest. The games your head and your heart were playing with were helping you come to no resolution. You sat on your bed, thoughts were running crazy. Now would be a really great time to just put on Netflix and curl into bed, have some snacks and fall asleep, chip trail on ur chest to be found in the morning.

You were interrupted by the very loud knock on the door. Sprinting like your life depended on it, you were relieved. Seeing Changbin’s face had never before given you so much joy.

“Changbin,” you shouted, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace.

“Y/n what are you doing-”

“Shut up and go along with it,” you mumbled into his chest, letting up, but still keeping your body tightly wounded against his. Minho’s jaw became clenched, or were you just imagining things?

Regardless of what it was, your brain quickly shifted to the way Chaeyeon was eyeing Changbin up and down, almost like it was the first time she had ever seen an attractive male. ‘She definitely wasn’t looking at Minho like that when he walked in’ you thought, an unconscious smirk coming to mouth. You bit down on your bottom lip, an extremely poor attempt at masking the satisfaction of your goal being achieved so easily. One step closer to kicking her out, for good, because there was no way you weren’t talking to Minho after this about making an explicit declaration of her abandonment from this house.

“Minho,” he smiled, earning a nod, “Chaeyeon,” he smirked, an almost gag spilling out of your mouth.

“Changbin,” she followed, repeating his smirk, “long time no see.”

She gulped, engulfing a large sip of alcohol into her wicked mouth.

“Let’s play a game!”

“A game,” you questioned, raising an eyebrow, “why would we play-”

“I think that’s a great idea!”

You turned to look at him, a puzzled expression still very apparent on your facial features.

“Get the vodka out from the fridge, and let’s get started.”

***

Two bottles of vodka down, and what looked like 8 bottles of Corona sitting empty on the table, the games that were being played were becoming more difficult to comprehend. Sound of giggle and laughter constantly filled the room as everyone slowly began to lose their minds to the intoxication.

“O-okay, never have I e-ever, done a sexual act in public.”

Filters of chuckles and laughter filled the room as everyone, but you took a sip.

“What?” she asked, offering you her fake sympathy, “you’ve never done anything like that before?”

“I-I mean,” you stuttered, the look of confusion was evident, “I don’t think I have-”

“Yes you have.”

All eyes were snapped open and pressing into Minho’s skull as he began to converse.

“Pfft, no I have not,” you scoffed, taking another swig. An eye roll left came from Minho, followed by a sound of what seemed to be disgust as he shot gunned his current bottle.

“Yes you have,” he nagged, playfully hitting your shoulder, “I saw you.”

Complete silence fell over the room as he words lingered in the air. You genuinely had no idea what he was talking about.The feeling of the room had suddenly changed. His eyes became soft, fixated on nothing but the way your body slumped against the rough material of the couch.

Your mind began to drift. Thoughts floating into earlier scenes of the night. The closeness of his breath fanning your neck ever so softly, palms spread across your hips. The idea of marks on you swimming into your head. God that would feel so good. Letting him grab you and throw you onto his bed. Climbing up your frame, starting from the bottom of your legs, keeping a tight grip on your inner thighs. The feeling of faint lips stealing every inch of your being, tantalisingly hitting every, single, spot, finally reaching your-

“Y/N? Y/N!”

The feeling of Changbin's shaking your shoulders definitely brought you back to reality. His hands did feel nice, but they weren’t the ones you were longing for. Your head was thrown back, disbelief filling you as your mind continued to fill the gutter.

“When?”

As you moved closer, you giggled, placing your finger tip across his knee. You let them dance, index fingers tapping away at the skin you so desperately wanted to see in this moment.

“Mr. Lee Minho, when did you see me?”

“I’m not saying it here in front of-”

“Who? Chaeyeon?”

Your prowling continued, bodies even closer as you slowly began to climb him like an inanimate object. This would have been completely awkward sober. Nothing about this was romantic in the slightest. To an outsider, or Changbin and Chaeyeon, you were right there, situated across Minho’s lap. It wasn’t quite a straddle, it was just something. They both stayed quiet, paying little attention to your animalistic act, already focused on feeling each other up. Or so you assumed, seeing as they didn’t say anything. All that was heard was the sound of the front door. You snapped your head for a quick moment, eyes scanning the emptiness the room suddenly felt.

“It was in the car.”

Minho’s words felt heavy, like he had more to say.

“The car?”

You were taken aback, face moving away from the closeness of his. Part of your brain clicked, remembering exactly what he was talking about. With Jisung. The memory of hurt was quickly forgotten as the feeling of Minho’s palms spread across your body was bringing you to life. The adrenaline came all at once. Your mind was telling you to move away, but your body was saying something else, affirming it’s position.

Minho was leaning in, barely any spaces between the two as his fingertips began to spread lower and lower, firmly gripping either side of your ass as he moved you closer. A helpless whimper escaped your lips as you felt your legs tighten, heat running down to your core, quickly. What the fuck was happening right now?

“You were on top of him,” he whispered, pulling your hips against him once more, “just like this.”

“F-fuck,” was all that managed to slip out of your lips. This was becoming difficult. So difficult to say no and move away. You knew it was the right thing to do. Things would just be awkward and you could go back to hating him. No matter how much you tried, how much you wanted to, you were powerless. Every fiber of your being was being given up to him. You leaned in closer, foreheads now touching as you looked at him. His gaze was anything but lacklustre as his jaw became tense. His body began to ache simultaneously with yours. The pressure was becoming too much.

“Do you want this?”

“What?”

A small whine escaped you at the loss of his tips gripping your body. They quickly made their way to either side of your face. Your body began to rock back and forth on it’s own. You had become desperate for any sort of friction that you could create.

“I said, do you want this?”

“Do you?”

His expression made you nervous. It was hard to read. All you could see was the black substance of his pupils enlarge, increasing in diameter by the second. Almost like a supernatural being was possessing him.

“Fuck,” you grunted, wrapping your hands around his neck to steady yourself on top of him, “you’re making it hard to say no.”

Things were already becoming hazy the longer you stayed. A huff of frustration came from him as he was giving all his effort not to give into the way you were rubbing your dampening heat against him. It was like a drug he could not refuse.

“Kiss me if you want me.”

He huffed, the edge of his lips just barely brushing against the tip of your nose.

“Kiss me, and give me the green light.”

You waited a moment, any part of your brain that wasn't concentrated solely on his palms digging into your sides trying to reason. You looked at him once more. His eyes, nose, lips. His lips.

“Fuck it.”

He was quick to work, pushing you down to lie flat against the couch. A small kiss to your lips was felt as he pulled away, lifting his arms up and throwing his shirt to the floor at Usain Bolt pace. The smirk on your face was too easy for him not to see.

“You like what you fucking see don’t you?”

“Just shut the fuck up and kiss me.”

Of course. Of course he was still that arrogant cocky motherfucker that you could not stand. The one who never cleaned up after himself. Or took too long in the shower for the hot water to run out. All of these evil perceptions you had of your roommate were disappearing as his lips were gently placed onto yours. It was a little too slow for your liking, but it was deep. Boy, was it deep. Each movement of his tongue was made with so much precision as he lowered himself onto you. His thighs were clenched, a soft groan could be heard against his lips as his groin pressed into you. Holy fuck, were you really doing this? It was so wrong. Everything in the world was saying to stop, stop this.

“Mm- wait,” you paused your hands on his chest to push him away, “wait.”

A flash of panic waved over his eyes as he quickly jumped off of you, face palming the floor.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you-”

“I’m fine,” you interjected, giggling at the never been seen care and caution he had for you, “I just don’t think we should do this.”

“Oh,” was all he could say. You kept your gaze lowered; looking at him would have made you feel so guilty. The feeling of regret started to seep into your bones, but you couldn't tell: was it regret of this ever happening, or was it regret from stopping? Your head was too muddled to even attempt to comprehend what had just appended. The only sound that could be heard was your scuffed footsteps, quickly pacing back to your room and shutting the door, hard. The loudest sigh known to earth could be heard on the opposite side of the room as you let your body collapse. The ache between your legs was growing by the second; and as much as you tried to suppress the feeling of Minho’s lips on yours, fingertips dragging along your sides. No. It was much easier this way. Setting boundaries as roommates seemed to be a better idea for the long run.

But the long run was boring. You would both have to pretend that this never happened. Having other people over for sexual purposes would just be awkward now; the more you thought about it, the realisation, and the jealousy hit that you had already crossed said boundary. And maybe that’s why your feet had dragged you to the front of his bedroom door. How the fuck did you get here? You brought your knuckles to the wooden frame, door becoming slightly ajar as you gently knocked. Minho’s snapped his head around, covering himself quickly as you walked in. You cocked your eyebrow, a face of confusion apparent on your face.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he huffed, turning back to his previous position, “what do you want?”

You wanted to just walk out. Mind your business and just leave. But it was hard, quite literally. The imprint of what you assumed to be Minho’s naked lower half painfully pressing into the sheer sheets that was covering him. He paid you no more attention, giving you all the power to initiate whatever it is you wanted to initiate. You slowly crept in beside him, nuzzling your head into the back of his neck as he groaned in annoyance.

“Y/n, what the fuck are you doing in my bed?”

“Hmm, I think I changed my mind,” you whispered, reaching around to grab him. A blunt hiss escaped Minho’s lips as your action made him turn around. He was so close to you now. So close that you could feel his breath spreading across your left cheek.

“Are you being serious right now?”

The look on his face was unimpressed to say the least.

“Yeah, I mean,” your voice was calm as your hand began to take flight, sliding down to the base of his shaft, “we’ve already crossed the line, let’s go a little further.”

“Oh yeah?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. He grabbed you by the wrist that was currently on him, pulling it away and climbing on top of you. Both hands now leaving his side, securely attached onto both wrists as he pinned them down above your head. Nose clumsily tickling yours as he reattached his lips to yours. The feeling of his lips was much softer and calmer than before, almost like he was protecting you. Wanting to keep the moment so delicate, though the way his bare hips involuntarily grinding against your clothed core was far from it. A soft whimper came from your lips, vibrating against his. A soft chuckle was heard from Minho as he pulled away; it made you nervous. To be more specific, the way that arrogant, mischievous smirk that you knew all too well was spread across his face.

“You’re so responsive to me,” he growled, quickly planting another one on your lips before sliding down to your jaw, then your neck, stopping at your chest. Nothing needed to be said as you quickly discarded your shirt, silently thanking your past self for not wearing any underneath. Minho situated himself in front of your now bare chest, waist sitting against your heart as he took one nipple into his mouth, fingers enclosing around the other. A loud whine left your lips, back arching in reaction to him. He looked up, satisfied filling his body as you weren’t able to return his gaze, head already rolled all the way back as he continued his playful assault.

“It’s so cute,” he mumbled between kisses, “so responsive and I’ve barely done anything.”

His lips travelled down the center of your stomach, dipping dangerously closer to where you wanted him most. His continuous rhythm between kisses was immaculate. Any of the incoherent sounds you made, or the crude remarks he made were left unsaid.

“Fuck,” you hissed, painfully throbbing at the way Minho played with the waistband of your panties.

“Not fun to be teased y/n,’ he paused, making sure you were looking at him, “is it.”

A pang of guilt hit your chest for a moment. I mean, it’s not like you did it on purpose, right?

“Minho I’m-”

“Save it,” he scoffs, “whether you did it on purpose, or not, I’m not gonna let you have it so easily.”

His fingers stopped their performance across your hips, continuing a little lower than before. The smirk came to his lips once more, index finger running down your slit. The friction was fierce, but not fierce enough. You wanted, no, you needed more. All he could do was smile at your mercy.

“So fun to tease darling, but you’re gonna have to be more vocal if you want these panties off.”

“Minho please,” you whined, “for fucks sake.”

You bucked your hips forward, desperate for any more contact from the bare minimum he was giving you.

“That doesn’t sound very nice to me.”

“Minho please, please, please,” you whispered, voice becoming super weak, “fuck me, or finger me, anything please, I need to feel you.”

“Now that’s more like it,” he smiled, finally pulling your panties down. You have never lifted your hips faster in your life. The vulnerability of your naked body was somewhat confronting, but your brain was so fogged out from the immense teasing, you cared little.

“Fuck,” he gasped, spreading you effortlessly with two fingers, “you’re so wet for me, aren't you?”

The heat in your cheeks rose as you became embarrassed at his words. Minho didn’t know this, but feeling humiliated was something that could make you cum on the spot. Words intended for insult went through your ears and straight down to the core, the heat becoming like an intense fire igniting in your body as one of his hands moved along your inner thigh, the other gently beginning to circle around where you needed him most.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, “oh my god Minho please, more.” Your voice was becoming needier by the second, but the longer it went on, the less you seemed to care. His tongue was now a factor coming into play, small kitty licks lapping your clit at a suddenly fast pace. Your legs are already trembling, but Minho does more to appease, hooking his arms under and around your thighs to stop the flustered look on your face. It was confronting how quickly he was getting you to your high.

“Please,” you sighed, eyes hazed as you attempted to look down at the way his tongue was on you. The combination of him sucking on your clit, then pushing it through your entrance almost made you scream. However, the noises that came from your mouth were small, heavy pants, progressively getting louder and louder the tighter the knot in your stomach became.

“Do you wanna cum princess?” His voice was whiny, mocking the tone you had used earlier. You nodded ferociously, knowing any attempt to speak would come out horse or just broken.

“Such a good girl,” he purred, replacing his tongue with two fingers, “but if you want to cum, you’re gonna have to beg for it once more.”

“You’re such a fucking dick,” you groaned, an attempt of grinding your center onto Minho’s fingers failing miserably, “you’re being so unfair.”

“I’m unfair?” he scoffed, beginning his digits back to a bare minimum pace, “you’re the one

who was teasing me all night. I know Changbin is like, your best friend so there was no chance you were bringing him back to fuck him. Then you start to kiss me, hard and fast may I add, AND THEN ! you aren’t sure and you leave me to pretend like nothing happened.”

There was no witty comeback you could say in response because he was right. You were the one who has done the teasing for most of the night.

“You looked so fucked out right now baby,” his tone coming back to a calming medium, “begging for me to make you cum, which I can do right now,” he paused, climbing back to your side, lifting your left leg to continue his easy access to ur clit, “or you can beg even more to have my cock inside of you. The choice is yours.” You swallowed, hard. How could he say something so filthy? Out of all the times you had heard him bring other girls over, he would never talk like this. It was always so nice and calm, full of praise and compassion. Maybe they didn’t act like cock teases and let him just have what he wanted.

“C-cock,” you mumbled, pushing your backside against his now pulsating cock, “please give your cock sir.”

“Ooo sir, I like that one, but you’re gonna have to do more if you want me to fill you up princess.”

Words were becoming extremely hard to not only facilitate in your mind, but put them on your tongue and get out to him. He knew this. He knew your were on the brink of collapsing in cum, but the torture was too entertaining for him nonetheless. Although you're frustrated with him was increasing, you couldn’t lie to yourself that the way he was using you like a sex toy was turning you on. After being up his ass so long with rules around the house and how you wanted things done, it was nice to finally let go. Submit to his rules instead of yours.

“P-please Minho, sir’ you panted, head turning to look at the sadistic face of enjoyment he was having from this, “I’ll do anything, a-anything to have your cock inside of me right now.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Okay then tomorrow morning, you have to make me breakfast, AND wash my dishes.”

“Seriously,” you panted, “that’s what you're thinking about right now?”

“You said anything.” He shrugged, suddenly taking his fingers away from your dripping core. A gasp of disappointment came to your lips at the loss of delicious contact. Minho sat up, ducking under your leg, and positioning himself right back to where he was previously. However, this time, he was on his knees. Although you were touching it before, you really hadn't had a chance to look at how big it was: way more than what you expected. He stroked himself a couple of times, making sure not to get carried away with himself before he pushed it between your folds, letting his pre-cum mix with your juices. He slowly descended into you. Jaws dropping simultaneously, you gasped. The way he was stretching you out did burn a little bit, but once he was fully inside, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Minho waited until the look of slight discomfort faded from your features.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip and he slowly pulled himself back out. He kept a consistent, yet slow pace as leaned in closer to you. He was now hovering over, letting his face become buried into the middle of your breasts. The feeling was so immaculate, you were desperate to cling onto something for support.

“Dig them into me,” he groaned, strangling his vocal cords, “dig your nails into my back and scratch me like your life fucking depends on it.”

Perfect. You did as he pleased, a loud moan of his name wrestling from your lips as you felt the red marks appear on his backside. The pressure from before was already building in your stomach again, and he could tell. The way you were super tight for him was one, but the way you were now clenching around him was another. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer if you kept doing that.

“Fuck,” was all you could manage to say, a deep grin plastered on his face.

“You’re close aren't you,” he cooed, attaching his lips to your neck, “talk to me baby, tell me what you're feeling.

“Mhm, yeah, fuck I’m so close baby. H-Harder.”

The pitch of your tone was becoming whinier by the second. To add to that, the way you became confused, as if Minho was a vampire, because the way he was sucking on your neck was kind of painful. Nevertheless, you relished in it, knowing too well that a very, very dark mark would replace his mouth. The idea of him showing his possession of you, knowing that he finally won you over did not make you happy, nonetheless, you were too fucked out to care.

Your legs were now pushed all the way back, pace fastening by the minute, allowing Minho to push even deeper into you. And that was it. Right there, the spot you had never even known was even there.

“Ah fuck!” Your moan was loud this time, completely unable to control anything. The smirk, in combination with the satisfied growl that left his lips was a face of pure ecstasy as he realised that he had finally hit your G-spot.

“Fuck that feels so fucking good,” Minho grumbled, “are you close? Because I think I’m gonna cum.”

It was like your stomach was an orchestra. Minho’s words were the conductor, completely controlling how close you were to your release.

“Y-yes,” you cried, “I’m gonna cum so hard right now.”

“You wanna cum baby?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna cum right now?”

“Yes baby,” you pouted, a perplexity of sounds escaping your lips, completely out of your control.

“Cum on my cock princess,” Minho whispered through what sounded to be like pained groans, “be a good girl and cum with me inside of you.”

And there it was, like it was on queue as your body completely flopped, legs shaking and a string of lewd curse words fell from your lips. The way your pussy clenched around him was enough to make him pull out, spilling into the dip of your stomach. A loud breath of what seemed to be exhaustion fell from his lips. Your eyes were previously screwed so shut, it hurt when you opened them again, sensitive to the light.

“Fuck,” you both cursed simultaneously, making one another giggle. Minho fell to your left side, flat on his back as he invited you to scooch over next to him. Face pressed against his chest, fingers playfully dragging up and down his torso. For some reason, he felt so safe and secure at this moment. Almost forgetting how he literally just fucked you into oblivion, your eyelids become heavy. It wasn’t until Minho spoke that you were revived from your alternate state of consciousness once more.

“I didn’t know you had it in you.” His voice sounded genuinely surprised, unsure if you should be offended or not. You looked up at him, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek. He wasn’t sure how to react, but the dark shade tinting his face right now said enough.

“Please,” you scoffed, “You did me good, but was that the best you can do?”

He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, but down on it after, “Is that a challenge?”

You said nothing, instead sitting up and pushing your legs on either side of his hips. A soft moan escaped his lips as he felt your still dripping heat sitting on the base of him.

“Why don’t you find out and see?”

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[metalbuckaroo]

505

Summary: "Stay this time."

Warnings: age gap, (reader is 24, Bucky is 38), smut, light praise kink, the slightest hint of a breeding kink (literally mentioned once), angst, 18+ only

AU: Dadsbestfriend!Bucky x Fem!Reader

AN: This is my first time writing for dbf!bucky, hopefully it turned out pretty nicely. I also hope that I did this request justice, it played out a lot better in my head.

This is based on this ask and the song 505 - Artic Monkeys

MASTERLIST

Gif not mine

'Can I come over?'

You stared at the screen of your phone. Thinking over the four words that stared back at you.

Four words that held so much meaning, but, at the same time, didn't mean anything. The ones you told yourself that you wouldn't answer anymore. The last time was just that, the last time.

But, you still wanted more. More of the rush that was Bucky Barnes and definitely more than what he wanted. More than what those four words promised.

A few hours of intoxicating touches, then he was gone; sometimes leaving something of his, so he'd have a reason to come back.

You wanted to say no, it would save you more heart ache if you did. But just the thought of Bucky made you press your thighs together and gnaw on the inside of your cheek.

Just as you had expected when you didn't answer, his face and name lit up the phone; calling this time.

"Yeah?" You said when you answered. "I'm in town and missin' you. Can I come over?" The husky tone of his voice sent a shiver that went straight to your core, only adding to the anticipation. "Yeah, of course." You exhaled

Your stomach churned from the nerves, waiting for the sound of familiar footsteps outside of your apartment door before it was being shoved open by Bucky's shoulder.

"Should really fix that. Safety Hazzard." He laughed, pushing it closed before taking long strides to where you were leaned against the kitchen counter. "Missed ya, sweet girl. You haven't been around all week." He purred, placing two cool fingers under your chin to lift your head; pressing a simple kiss to your lips.

You just stood there, making Bucky pull away with a confused look. "What's wrong? You're usually jumping my bones by now?" He questioned, wondering where the fire in you every time he got you alone had went.

"Stay this time." You said softly, looking at him through your eyelashes. "I can't do that, Sugar. Your dad has a key-"

"He calls before he comes over." You said, cutting him off. "I thought this is what you wanted, just sex."

You shook your head and pushed his hands away from your waist. "No, I want more. But, you don't. That's the problem." You took a step away from him and his arms fell to his sides. "You're dad would kill me. Hell, he will kill me just for the last two months if he finds out."

You could feel the tears burning at your eyes. Even though you knew this is what was going to happen, you weren't truly ready for it to end. Bucky saw the pooling tears and reached out towards you.

"Just leave." You scoffed, shaking your head. "Wh- no, I'm not just gonna leave when you're crying. I-" His tongue jutted across his bottom lip, a hurt look etching across his face. "I'm done, James. I'm not a toy."

"I know you're not... You're not gonna tell your dad are you? He'll have my head on a platter."

You breathed a dry laugh, running a hand through your hair, aggravated with his reactions. "Fuck, no. Do I look stupid? Is that all that's mattered to you this whole time? How my dad would feel about you fucking his daughter? Not how it would make me feel?"

He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't say anything that would stop the tears that were threatening to spill onto your cheeks. "Get out." You ordered, voice shakier than you'd hoped it be.

Bucky nodded, jaw clenched as he gave you what you wanted and jerked the door open, leaving you in silence as the tears fell to your cheeks.

He wanted it, more than anything he wanted to wake up next to you; to take you on real dates. That's why he took every chance he could to be around you, even steal kisses and touches when your dad would be just a few rooms over.

The heartbroken look on your face was all he could think of when he got to his car, fiddling with the keys in his fingers. He couldn't just let you go. He wouldn't.

The walk back to your door felt longer than before, hoping you'd let him back in as he lifted his hand to rap his knuckles against the door.

"I'll stay." He nodded when you opened the door, pushing his way in as he grabbed the sides of your face; his lips engulfing yours in a hungry, messy kiss that made your skin heat up.

Your hands pawed at his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders as he fumbled with his belt. "Really?" You asked, leaning back to look at him. "Yeah, really." He huffed, bending down enough to lift you onto the kitchen counter.

"How could I want anyone else when I've had your sweet pussy, pretty girl." He cooed, tugging your underwear down your legs before shuffling his jeans down. "Just tell me you want it, and I'll give you anything. I'll even fuck a baby into you if it's what you want." He promised, eliciting a whimper from your chest when he buried himself in you with a guttural moan.

You don't think you'd ever truly get use to the stretch his girth caused, bucking your hips to tell him to move as you slipped your hands under his shirt to feel the flexing muscles; your lips attaching to the sweet spot at the base of his neck.

He found a pace that made your head feel fuzzy; short and hard, his tip brushing the sweet spot that was deepest in your walls.

Bucky's head buried in the crook of your neck, warm hand going up your shirt to knead the supple flesh of your breast as he drank in every vulgar sound the relentless thrusts pulled from you.

"Fuck- so close-" you mewled, nails dragging down his abdomen when he jerked your hips further off of the counter; fucking directly into the rough patch that knocked the breath from your lungs and sent you over the edge, stars blurring your vision.

"All mine, no one elses. Ok, sweet girl? No one else gets to fuck you like this." He panted, lifting his head to look at your blissed out face. You nodded, barely able to hear him, let alone answer. "Wanna hear you say it." He grunted through clenched teeth, thrusts becoming sloppy and fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

"All yours." You whined, the feral look on Bucky's face nearly enough to set you off again. "Gonna cum again already? Can feel your milking me, sugar. Go ahead." He moaned, pressing a finger to your still sensitive clit as he chased his own orgasm with quick thrusts.

"Fuck- fuck, fuck!" You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut as you released around him again. Bucky's hips stilled as he came with a low groan, each twitch of his cock painting your walls with his release; thrusting through both of your highs.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he rested his chin on the top of your head, chests heaving and hearts pounding away as his hand trailed up your back to tangle in your hair; pulling it so you'd tilt your head back.

He had a lazy, yet cocky, smile on his face as he looked at you with hooded eyes. "Just don't tell your dad."

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[writtendaydreamm]

One Rule

Daniel had one rule he followed on race weekends. No sex.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut

It was a Grand Prix weekend and the first one y/n’s been able to attend all season. While Daniel was excited to have his girlfriend cheering him on during qualifying today, he wasn’t too thrilled about what a tease she’s been as of late. She was proving to be quite the distraction. Not exactly what he needed leading up to a big race.

It was a bit out of character for y/n. She normally tried to be as unassuming as possible during race weekends. The last thing she wanted was to jeopardize Daniel’s focus or performance. She mostly stayed out of sight and out of mind allowing him to get into the right headspace. She understood being a driver’s girlfriend required sacrifice. Fortunately for her, Daniel never asked for much. He really only had one rule during race weekends. No sex.

Now, if you know Daniel, you know he’s not really a follow-the-rules type of guy. He was more of a rule-breaker if anything. So for him to even have a no-sex rule at all, meant it was something he took seriously.

This all started very early on in his career after a horrible performance during a race he happened to have sex prior to. Needless to say, that race was one of the worst he’s ever had. Whether that incident was a fluke or if the sex really did affect his performance, only God knows. Either way, since then Daniel made it a rule to never have sex before driving. Whether that be for free practice, qualifying, or the actual race.

In accordance with his no-sex rule, the couple kept it PG these past few days sharing nothing more than some chaste kisses. It was driving Y/n up the wall. This rule never really bothered her before. But it had been so long since she and Daniel got to spend any real time together. It’s probably been around a month since they last saw each other in person. Every part of her missed him. His presence. His touch.

If she weren’t so desperate for him, she’d be impressed by his willpower. If the roles were reversed she would’ve given in by now. Y/n was not making it easy for him at all. Teasing him every chance she got. But to no avail. Dan still hasn’t budged

Y/n was just about ready to accept defeat until last night when Daniel’s resolve started to show signs of wavering. In a last-ditch effort to try and turn Daniel on enough so he’d finally fuck her, y/n wore nothing more one of than his t-shirts to bed. She was hoping for the best, but not expecting much. Daniel was already settled under the covers, headphones on, and ready for bed by the time she got there. But around a few minutes after she joined him, he got up to take a shower. Odd, since he had already taken one just before bed. Then after hearing a faint but familiar grunt coming form the bathroom, it clicked. He was taking a cold shower to get rid of his boner.

So when Y/n got dressed this morning, she didn’t choose the skimpy summer outfit she was wearing by chance. It was a calculated decision. One that would hopefully break whatever was left of Daniel’s resolve so he’ll finally toss that no-sex rule out the window.

When y/n asked him to tie her top from behind, Daniel nearly lost it right then. All he wanted to do was pepper kisses all along her neck and shoulder. How he wished he could just turn her around and pepper kisses along her breasts that were supported by nothing more than this flimsy top. But remembering his rule, he took a deep breath and pushed those thoughts aside.

Today was qualifying and Daniel was determined to earn a starting position within the top 5. He needed to be laser-focused on driving his race car at its limit today. Getting everything he can out of it. He had half a mind to lock y/n up in his car for the rest of the day the way she was acting right now. She was being a total tease the entire drive from their hotel to the circuit. Doing all the things she knew would turn him on. Like playing with his curls. Lightly massaging that spot on the nape of his neck. Running her hands over his thighs. Hiking her already short skirt up even higher.

Daniel knew exactly what she was doing. It’s not like she was being shy or discreet at all. And as much as he wanted to give her what she wanted, to rip the delicate fabric off her and take her in the back seat of his McLaren right then and there, he couldn’t shake the thought of his no-sex rule from his mind.

Swallowing hard, Daniel used every last bit of his self-control to resist her. He was so tense, his grip on the steering wheel had turned his knuckles white. Relief washed over him seeing the circuit was only a few minutes away now. He wasn’t sure how long his will would’ve lasted.

When Daniel finally parked the car, there was no denying the very visible tent that had formed in his jeans.

“Y/n,” Daniel groaned irritatedly. There were going to be cameras everywhere. There was no way he could walk out of his car like this.

She quickly feigned innocence. “What?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “You know what. I can’t go out on the paddock like this right now.”

“Well all you have to do is let me help you take care of that then,” y/n pouted.

“Y/n, c’mon now. You know we can’t,” Daniel reminded her. His voice lacked any actual conviction though. “I just need a second to relax.”

Daniel closed his eyes, started to take deep breaths. In and out. In and out. It seemed to work as the tightness in his jeans started to let up.

That feeling didn’t last long though as y/n used this moment to feel him up through his jeans. Daniel’s eyes shot open as he inhaled sharply at the feeling. His hand gripped her wrist tightly but made no effort to remove her hand.

Y/n’s pussy throbbed at the feeling of how hard Daniel was for her and at how miserably he was failing to contain himself.

“The last time I fucked a girlfriend before a race I had the worst race of my life y/n,” Daniel warned her weakly.

“Well obviously, your ex wasn’t a good enough fuck,” y/n countered, her hand squeezing him through his jeans just a little. “If you won’t fuck me then at let me at least suck you off baby. How about that?”

Daniel couldn’t think straight. His mind wanted one thing, and his dick wanted something else. Her suggestion seemed like a good idea. It would be like a loophole. It wasn’t technically the same kind of sex that his rule referred to. A blowjob should be fine, right?

He took a glance around the parking lot to make sure no one was there. His McLaren was tinted pretty dark, but not dark enough to conceal them completely. A little part of him hoped someone would be outside so he had a reason to resist her. But a much larger part of him was incredibly eager to feel y/n’s lips around him.

“Fuck it,” Daniel grunted under his breath, throwing caution to the wind. He released his tight grip on her wrist and instantly took her lips in his for a hungry kiss.

Y/n smiled against his lips as she started palming him through his jeans. She pulled away, shifting in her seat to better face him. Her hands eagerly began undoing his belt and jeans.

Once she got them undone and Dan helped her pull them down mid-thigh, his dick sprang up. Wasting no time, y/n began pumping him with her hands.

Dan threw his head back in pleasure. He ran a hand through her hair, fingers lightly raking her scalp. As good as this felt right now, he knew how much better her lips would feel around him. His hand on her head began pushing her face towards his dick.

Y/n scoffed at his impatience but she figured she’d teased the poor guy long enough. Rather than fighting his hand, she allowed him to guide her head closer and closer to his dick. When she got close enough, y/n dribbled a little spit onto it.

“Fucking hell, y/n,” Daniel moaned. He may have controlled his urges for her all weekend, but it wasn’t easy. He was ready to let go and reach m the release she was about to bring him to.

When y/n finally wrapped her lips around him, he bit his lip hard to hold in another moan daring to slip out. She focused on his tip, swirling her tongue around it. Her hands pumping the rest of his dick her lips had yet to run across.

When she felt satisfied with the attention had given the tip of his dick, she released him from her mouth with a pop. The cool air from the AC still running was a stark contrast to her warm, wet mouth.

Her tongue licked a stripe from the very base of his dick, up to the tip before taking him in her mouth again. She did this a couple more times before finally sinking her mouth down on as much of his dick as she could handle. He gathered her hair into a makeshift ponytail so as to keep it out of her way and to give him a better view.

Daniel could no longer hold in his moans when he felt her start hollowing out her cheeks adding extra suction as she bobbed her head.

“It feels so fucking good, baby.”

Y/n began moving her head up and down faster at the praise.

“Yeah baby, just like that. Just like that,” Daniel instructed her, his voice hoarse and husky. Both hands were now on her head helping to guide her up and down at the exact pace he needed. He was getting close.

Y/n took her mouth off him, needing some air. Daniel let out a low groan as he saw what a wreck she looked like. Her eyes were tearing, lipstick smudged, saliva all around her mouth. What a fucking sight. With his hand still on the back of her head, he brought her face to his for a wet, sloppy kiss. Y/n kept pumping his dick with her hand as their tongues battled for dominance.

Daniel pulled away first, missing the feeling of her lips on his dick. Y/n went right back to sucking on him bringing him closer to his peak.

With both hands holding her head steady, he started moving his hips up into her mouth. Daniel couldn’t control himself anymore. It started off slow and steady. But quickly, it grew rough and fast. Y/n gagged a few times as he hit the back of her throat. Her hands were on his thighs bracing herself as he chased his orgasm.

“I’m close y/n, I’m so close,” Daniel groaned.

His hips were unrelenting as he fucked her face. The rhythm he had going turned erratic. After a couple of firm thrusts, he reached his orgasm coming in her mouth. A satisfied moan left his lips as his hands let go of her head. Y/n tried to swallow as much of his load as she could before bobbing her head up and down his dick a few more times for good measure.

“That felt so fucking good y/n,” Daniel said still trying to catch his breath. He stroked her hair lovingly, trying to tame the mess he created.

Y/n just pecked him on the lips before plopping back into the passenger's seat. After fixing themselves up, the couple walked hand in hand towards the paddock. They shared one last kiss before Daniel went off to prepare and suit up for qualifying.

Out there on the track, he was surprisingly the most relaxed he’s been in a long time. He was in tune with his car and making better decisions on the fly. His lap times decreasing with every lap he finished. At the end of the last round of qualifying, Daniel managed to secure the third starting position for tomorrow. The best starting position he’s had with McLaren so far.

Maybe that no-sex rule was doing more harm than good.

When he entered his McLaren motorhome he was immediately greeted with a big hug from Y/n. “You did so amazing out there Danny.”

“Reckon it had a little something to do with that mouth of yours aye,” Daniel said cheekily, running his hand along her back.

Y/n slapped his chest playfully. “Well, I mean at least now you know that stupid rule of yours was just bull shit.”

“Nah I’m not so sure,” Daniel started, before shooting her a wink. “I think we need to test it out again tomorrow before my race. See how well I perform then.”

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[mvttsvn]

Good Little, Liar

Literal sadist😳Toji Fushiguro x bratty fem!reader

warnings: 18+ smut, ABSOLUTE FILTH,  cussing, reader is a masochist, dacryphilia, manhandling, choking, pain kink, daddy kink, impact play, degrading pet names “whore, slut”, use of “princess”, Toji threatens to kill you like once👩🏻‍🦯, no prep, mentions of blood, stomach bulge, size kink, mind break, dumbification, no aftercare :/, angsty at the end.

authors note: 2k words, UNEDITED holy fuck this was supposed to be a short drabble but I got carried away. this is completely self indulgent, it so nasty literally how did I even think of this??? I cannot get this shitty ass dad out of my head... literally just ib this one pic🤒

You convinced him alright. Convinced him so much that he whole heartedly believed he picked up and took home a totally different person tonight. You and Toji and been together a couple of times prior, nothing too serious, went out for a drink, maybe kissed, probably rode him in his backseat. Each and every time you put on your good girl façade, always so sweet, and submissive. Following his each every command. Taking exactly what he gives and thanking him for it every time.

He thought you were sent from the gods, how could he have found someone like you, who fit just perfect under his thumb, so willing to do anything just for his attention. Yet here you were, same pretty little girl, same pretty little face, telling him “no” ???.

You were straddling his lap, on his rough leather couch, the tv lowly played a old movie which by now has left both of your minds. The dim light from the kitchen buzzing due to the bulbs starting to burn out, which completely unfazed Toji, but left you slightly annoyed.

“No?” He scoffed.

You adjusted your hands to fit onto his built shoulders had his began gripping you hips tighter and tighter.

“Nope, I don’t want my jaw to hurt in the morning” you gave him a coy smile, while tilting your head down to stare at him through your lashes.

His right hand came up and  roughly gripping your jaw. “Does it look like I fucking care?” He practically growled in your face. In all honesty he was more confused than pissed, of course he was going to immediately put you in your place, but you had him genuinely concerned, we’re you always like this? Did he do something wrong?? You tried to shake you head but due to his grip you could only move so far.

“Now, on. your. knees.” He released his grip only for his hand to move to the back of you neck waiting for you to comply. You slowly leaned in kissing the scar on his lip to kiss down to his jaw then leaning back up to whisper two little words that could make or break your night, probably both.

“Make me”

the millisecond your breathy whisper hit his ear it was over, you were done for. Say goodbye to you legs you’re probably never walking again.

The force in which he pulled you hair made you shriek. He stood up tossing you over his shoulder furiously stomping into the bedroom. He threw you onto his mattress, you couldn’t help but giggle, this is exactly what you wanted it only added to his rage. He threw off his shirt, then gripped your ankles pulling you to the edge of the bed. He was immediately on top of you, his knees digging into your calves holding down your legs, has one hand gripped both of your wrists and the other tightly around your throat. You were already breathing hard due to anticipation but now he practically had you life in his hands.

“What the fuck did you do with my good little girl hmm?” His voice darkened by lust.

“I don’t know who your talking about” you laughed again, his grip tightening around your throat.

Before you could make another comment his knee was pushed up between your thighs has the hand holding your wrist bunched your shirt up exposing your bra. He ripped the right strap off  making you choke out a gasp, then he slid the rest of garment out from under you to throw it across the room. Toji mouth immediately on your breast teasing you to no avail.

“M..m..more” you choked out, you were in no right to be making demands but you really wanted to see how angry you could make him. His only reply was catching you nipple on a canine and biting down hard. You almost screamed, you thought he probably wanted to see you bleed.

He continued his teasing, you wanted to keep this game up for longer but your vision was starting to get hazy from the lack of oxygen. You started pawing at his shoulders, while wrapping you legs around his waist, quietly pleading, “I’m.. I’m sorry... T...oji..I’m...” the hand on your throat let go to harshly slap your thigh making you yelp in pain once again.

“That’s not my name. C’mon what is it?”... you met his harsh gaze, maybe just a little longer... “Toj-“ he slapped you across the face. You didn’t make a single sound but the tears pricking your eyes said enough. Lucky for you, Toji’s into that.

He met your lips in a sloppy kiss shoving his tongue down your throat. You tapped his collar bone silently signaling you needed to breathe, once he moved away he removed his pants and helped you wiggled out of yours.

“Who knew you’re such a fucking brat” he slapped your thigh again watching you squirm. His hand hovered over your already drenched cunt, as he starred right into your eyes. The flush on your chest started moving to you face. Why were suddenly getting all worked up now??

“Are you gonna give in already?, gonna be my good little whore again?”, you wanted to answer no again because he looked so hot when he was angry. The words got caught in your throat and all you could do was nod.

He lightly slapped your clit “Hmm need to hear it little girl, tell me who owns you?”

“you do....daddy” you admitted, you tilted your down, you couldn’t meet his eyes.

His calloused palm came up and caressed your jaw leaning in closer. “Are you sorry? Tell daddy your sorry for being such a brat.” He mocked making a fake pout. “M’sorry daddy, j..just wanted to make you angry.”

“I know you did princess...” He reeled his hand back to full on slap your cunt, squirming up the bed you let out a pathetic whine.

He slapped three, four more times now, and the tears started running down your face. He moved to tuck his face in the nape of your neck, leaving deep red bruises as he moved down your torso.

The muscles in his back rippled as he held himself up but the palms of his hands. God he looked so..big... not sure if he would ever explicitly admit the he liked how he overpowered you in almost every single way...but you liked it too.

There was no way you could’ve played you act for any longer, he would’ve choked you out. And would’ve done it with ease since his hand was bigger than your actual face. You knew how dangerous this was, yet still tilled wanted to play fire, but alas here you were once again, bowing to his every command.

“D..d..ddaddy..p..please..”

“Aw there she is” he lifted his face from you chest giving you one of his sickening grins. “I thought he wanted to play the little bitchy brat huh? What happened?” His voice dripping with mockery.

“N..need..you”

“How princess, you know daddy can’t help if you don-“

“please, PLEASE! need daddy’s cock! ….” you were getting impatient now, was this the most he was going to? you expected at lea-.

The scream ripped from you chest was silenced by the strong hand around your throat in a death like grip. He shoved his whole cock inside your tight little cunt, there was no prep not even when you were on the couch, he didn’t he stuff his fingers in your little cunt to stretch you out. You knew he was big, since the time he shoved his entire cock down your throat but feeling it twitch inside you making you feel like your being absolutely split open on Toji’s cock.

He gave a deep throaty chuckle, you knew how much he was enjoying this. New tears pricked from your eyes, wetting your cheeks, he moved his free hand pinching your clit between his fore finger and thumb, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head. The hand on your throat gripped your hair moving so his face was flushed with yours, spatting in your ear, “You don’t cum until I say, understand?” All you could do was whine in response.

“I give you rules for a reason break them and I’ll kill you where you lay.” A threat, empty of not, it had you clenching hard around his dick. You glanced down to where you were connect, to be met with a indescribable bulge in your lower stomach.

Dear god, bless your poor cervix, he hasn’t even started moving yet  and you could feel the intrusion all the same. He started rocking his hips slight against yours, at least he was giving you sometime to adjust, all while staring two lust filled hole into your head as you writhed and whimpered underneath him. He pulled his hips back to pull out but when he’s met with the slightest sign of blood mixed with the milky white arousal coating his dick, he could’ve came right there.

He gripped your hips sinking right back into you making you scream once again. “DA-DADDY..fuck..shit..” the tears running down you face only egged him on.

“So god damn tight, maybe I should never prep you again, if you’re gonna feel like this every time” he groaned. “Such dirty little words, I would’ve punished you if you didn’t already dig yourself a grave”.

The pained moans falling from your lips were music to ears. Profanities fell from his as he continued a rough pace, your tits bouncing with every thrust. He had fucked you completely and utterly dumb, no coherent thought where making their way to you consciousness. Only daddy, Toji, and cock.

You have gotten numb to the pain but right now you were putting all you effort into not focusing on the way his dick was bruising you cervix, trying so hard not to come just from the way his pelvic bone catches your clit. You didn’t realize he was speaking to you till he lightly slapped your cheek. “Aw look at you, you’ve gone all stupid. Too bad, if you played nice I would’ve let you cum by now.” The malice in his voice made you clench around his cock, squeezing more of your arousal on his thighs. “ at least you’re taking me so well.” His breath hitched as his thrust stared getting sloppy.

“Holy fuck, keep squeezing just like that-“ you saw his abs clench, “remember you don’t cum till I say” his eyes flicked right back into yours you nodded, more like messily rolled your head around. “Holy fuck princess...” he was practically already using your cunt like a toy. With a last few harsh thrust he filled you cunt to the brim with hot, thick cum.

The groans falling from his mouth sounded almost angelic. All you could let out was a low whine met with heavy breathing. The sweat dripping down his toned chest shone from the dim light of the lamp on the corner the side table. He pulled out watching his cum drip out of you down to your asshole and onto his dark sheets.

Your body laid motionless barely opening your eyes to see him move away from edge and walk to his discarded pants. Your brain couldn’t even process this as you licked you’re tongue to wet your now dry lips.

Then it dawned that he didn’t let you cum... that fucker. You couldn’t do a single thing about it.

Because here you were unsatisfied, speechless, practically crippled, staring blankly at the ceiling. As he sat and lit a cigarette on the opposite end of the bed.

Notes: I am so sorry. There’s just something about Toji Fushiguro that I just forget how to function correctly. Um I hope you enjoyed! And that I didn’t rot ur brain too much<3

ps: ppp..ppart 2??? fluff???😏

#I am ashamed #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fushiguro #toji smut #fushiguro toji x you #jjk smut #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen smut #toji fic.🔪 #jjksmut

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Kinktober Day 22

Day 22: Double Penetration with Hongjoong ft. Seonghwa

a/n: Just a few more to go. ^^

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“Are you ready Babygirl?”

“Just tap us if you feel and uncomfort. We don’t want to hurt you.”

You nodded, squished between your boyfriends, their cocks prodding at both of your entrances. Hongjoong as your ass and Seonghwa was in front of you. After plenty of begging and plenty of prep, you managed to talk them into this but of course they were still gonna worry about breaking you. (Not that you minded anyways-) “Okay, Babydoll, I’m going in..” Hongjoong said as his cock prodded your back entrance. You winced a bit, letting a small string of profanities fall from your lips. “G-god it’s so tight..” Hongjoong cursed as he inched his way in. Seonghwa was watching your face for any sign of discomfort on your face. “Are you alright baby?” he asked and you nodded slightly, the pain now easing away a bit.

Seonghwa took that as his sign to push in slowly, watching as you threw your head back, a soft mewl leaving your lips. “God you two are so fucking big..” You moan out. “If you guys stay still any longer I might lose my mind” You say with a small giggle feeling Hongjoong place small kisses on the back of your neck. “Are you sure babydoll? You give us the greenlight and we might split you in half.” Joong joked and you rolled your eyes. “Do you wors- oh fuck~” You didn’t even get to finish your sentence as Seonghwa did a sharp thrust, nearly knocking the breath out of you. He smirks looking at you. “Very well then baby. We certainly will do our worst.”

The two of them started at a moderate pace, when one went in the other went out. It had your head already spinning as you laid your head on Seonghwa’s shoulder, soft moans leaving your body. Hongjoong chuckled in between grunts “Ahh what happened to the teasing?” He teased, making Seonghwa laugh lightly. “She can’t. She’s too busy moaning from our cocks Joong~” You wished you could make a snarky remark back but all that came out was a loud moan. Your hands were gripping Seonghwa’s shoulders as you threw your head back, giving Hongjoong access to kiss down your neck.

Seonghwa looked down at you then at Hongjoong nodding at him. Hongjoong smirks as the both of them stilled their hips making you whine out. “W-why did you stop?..” You asked, finally being able to speak. The two didn’t answer you, only pulling their cocks almost out, making you think they were about to change positions like they usually do. Only to have them slam back in at the same time. You nearly screamed out their names, as they began a brutal pace, fucking both of your holes. “Mhm~ I’m glad you suggested this baby, you feel so nice” “Right, maybe we should do this more often~” You cursed and thanked yourself as you were sky high right now, your orgasm approaching faster than it had before. 

Seonghwa grunted as he felt you clench around his dick, “Is our baby getting close?” He asked as you nodded rapidly. Hongjoong groaned as his thrusts started to become sloppy yet still hard. “Good, because I don’t know how much longer i can last myself.” He says and Seonghwa nods along. “We’re gonna fill you up all nice and good babydoll, are you ging be a good girl and take it all?~” Hwa teased and you nodded obediently. Hongjoong was the one to finish first, his hips stilling as he finishes deep in you, a chorus of deep groans leaving his lips. You followed suit with a moan of both of their names, your pussy clenching around Seonghwa making him suck in a breath. Hwa could barely move with how tight you were around him as he spilled into you. He looked down at your seeing your fucked out face leaning on his chest.

Hongjoong slowly pulled out, and Seonghwa followed suit. The two helped carry you to the bed and lay you down covering you up. They were about to go and clean themselves up before they helped you do the same when they heard you whine. They turned to see you with a pout on your face. Seonghwa laughed as Hongjoong went to go join your side. 

“Babydoll we have to go get cleaned up, rest a bit.”

“No, I want cuddle time.”

“You heard her Joong, she wants cuddle time.”

#ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez fanfics #ateez fanfiction #ateez fanfictions #Park Seonghwa smut #Kim Hongjoong smut #Seonghwa smut #Hongjoong smut #Park seonghwa x reader #kim hongjoong x reader #park seonghwa x reader smut #kim hongjoong x reader smut #seonghwa x reader smut #hongjoong x reader smut #Dom Seonghwa #dom hongjoong

[clout-babe]

Head High [nsfw]

cc!sapnap x fem!reader

nsfw - minors dni

warnings: smoking (weed), oral sex, praise kink, thigh riding, a lil bit of hair pullling, mention of spitting, degrading if you squint

prompt/summary: reader gets high and finds their way into sapnaps bedroom

smoking + nsfw under the cut

"How on earth would I choose between the two of you?" I hazily looked back and forth between two of my friends with half-lidded eyes.

The boy with dirty blonde stray hairs decorating his forehead looked up from his hands, "I don't know. Come on, you gotta like one of us better?" While it seemed to be a statement, his tone suggested he was unsure.

I blinked twice, my eyelids felt like they could stick together and stay shut forever.

"Aw don't make her choose, they look confused enough as it is. As is? As it is." In a hushed voice, the girl across from me spoke. I tried to examine her face, but the lighting made it difficult. The room seemed to shine a vibrant baby blue, reflecting on every surface possible. My eyes bounced around the room, moving at what felt like light-speed.

I didn't stop glancing around until I felt a pressure on the surface in front of me. The boy sat right next to the girl. Names are helpful though. What's his name? What's her name?

"What's your name?" At this point I couldn't stop my thoughts from barreling off my tongue. I love this. Or do I hate it? Oooh guilt. Nevermind, it's gone!

"What?" The girl cracked a smile, still speaking barely above a whisper.

"Your name," I felt a giggle in my throat. "I forgot it." The laughter that followed from all three of us was choked and silenced. It wasn't funny. That made me laugh harder.

Between the girl and I rested a grey, worn pillow. I curled forward with my legs crossed, pushing my head into it. Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes, silenced laughs still flowing from my stomach. I felt a tap at the back of my head and reached my hand up, which felt like liquid almost. Not really though.

The tips of my fingers were met with a warm metal, and I was finally able to settle myself a bit. I picked my head back up, grasping the now known item.

My fingers were delicately wrapped around the cart. I spun it around, looking for the button on the pen. I brought it up to my lips as if it were nothing new, which it wasn’t really. Pressing down on the button, I began to suck against the cartridge portion, watching a ring of blue glow around my fingers. My head felt empty and heavy at the same time. The dry smoke hit the back of my throat, causing me to squint my eyes as a natural reaction. I continued to inhale until I no longer felt it necessary. Hold for three seconds.

1

2

3

Exhale.

The air blowing out of me sounded loud compared to everything else. In the background I could distinctly hear some cartoon character rambling on, bringing me a sense of faltered nostalgia. Now focusing on the cartoon, I turned my head, looking to where I believed the sound was coming from.

This attention not lasting long, I turned back around to see the girl looking at me with raised eyebrows. “Are you good, bro?”

A loopy grin spread across my face and I felt every muscle tense in my cheeks. My eyes almost suddenly widened more, no longer feeling sleepy. “I think I’m good.” That’s what I tried to say at least, not so sure it came out 100% clear. “What did I just hit?”

“You hit the hybrid. My pen.” The boy murmured. Clay! That’s his name.

My brain felt like it was buzzing. Such a quick change. “Which one is that?”

“That’s the wakey wakey one,” Alyssa whispered with wide eyes. Alyssa!

I hummed in response. I sat there, staring forward, looking around desperately trying to find something to focus on. My head bobbed up and down as my arms started to slightly tingle.

I’m not high, I’m not high. Yes I am. No. Yes. Only a high person has these back and forths while barely remembering their previous thoughts dumbass.

I smiled at my head voice.

“If I had to choose one of you, in the s-scenario that you weren’t-t friends anymore or… like… someth- something.” My brain was fried. I had enough trouble gathering words while sober, being intoxicated didn’t exactly help. “I wouldn’t choose. I’d hate both of you li- like eternally or something. Eternally? Is that the right word?”

Alyssa seemed to be in a similar state to me now, hitting Clay’s pen. “Sound’s right.” Her voice sounded rough with an exhale. I watched the scattered clouds escape her lips.

I watched her lips. She had pretty pink lips. Soft and plush. Reminded me of Nick’s.

Nick.

“When’s Nick gonna be home?” He was the only thing on my mind now. My mind was in a state that made it easy for it to wander. I didn’t hate it though.

Clay shook his head from side to side. “Should be any moment now.”

As if on cue, I heard the automated alarm voice, stating the front door had open. A goofy smile took over, and I practically rolled off the bed. Using the common sense I had, I made my way out the room. Shuffling through the hallway and into the kitchen where I saw brunette tufts of hair sticking out from under a black hat.

“Hi handsome,” I cooed, walking up behind him. He turned around, obviously not expecting to be met face to face with me.

It was pretty clear I was into Sapnap. It was pretty clear he was into me. We had this sort of thing going for a couple months now, but neither of us really spoke on it. We had made it apparent that we wanted each other, but both of us remained in the comfort of not trying to ruin the friendship.

“Hi?” he smiled. After examining my stance and face a bit, he nodded. Realization set in after seeing the dilation in my pupils. “You guys started smoking? Without me?” he brought his palm to his chest, acting fake offended.

“Oh totally. Clay’s blazed and Alyssa isn’t much better.” I smiled. I felt hazy and I swear I had heart eyes just looking up at the man in front of me.

He tsked as he shook his head. “I’m gonna go in there for a bit. You comin’ with?” He didn’t move from where he stood, didn’t break eye contact. I shook my head.

“I’ll lay on the couch for now. Jus’ wanted to see my favorite boy.” I offered up a sweet smile. I swear his face turned slightly pink. Something about being high made me so much more… affectionate. While all I wanted to do was hug him, kiss him, and just be around him, I didn’t wanna annoy him. Though my high was getting stronger by the minute.

He nodded in acceptance, letting me walk to the couch before going to Clay’s room.

Laying on the sofa, I felt like I was sinking. my body felt heavy and all I could think about was Nick. And the more I thought about him, the more I wanted him, in more ways than one.

After what felt like forever, but seconds at the same time, Sapnap appeared in front of me on the edge of the couch.

I looked at him without moving my head. The high was super strong there and I felt almost paralyzed, body continuing to ‘sink’ into the couch.

“Wanna go hangout? Just me n’ you? Maybe listen to some music or something..” Sapnap offered up, and I happily agreed.

.

Music was long forgotten. A lot of things were long forgotten. I pressed my lips against Nick’s with what will I had. The way our lips moved together was sloppy. It was desperate, yet calm. My head buzzed and I felt my body jitter with excitement. I felt so…gone.

I swung my leg lazily around Nick’s lower half, positioning myself on one of his thighs. His tongue slid into my mouth, and with inhibitions lowered I let out a slight whine. I felt him smile against my mouth. Cocky motherfucker.

I began to roll my hips against his leg, now feeling more needy than ever. I wanted to be impossibly close to him. I needed to be impossibly close to him.

He separated our lips, taking a breath and looking down to where I was grinding against him. His hands slid down to my waist and began to guide me against him. I tucked my face into the crook of his neck, quietly panting between planting small kisses there.

“Feel good, baby?” He muttered out, voice rough.

I nodded against him as he pushed his leg up against my crotch, earning a moan as a proper response. Everything felt so much better, and I couldn’t tell if it was because of the drugs, or because it was him. Maybe it was both.

I began to try and move faster against him, chasing my orgasm. He moved his leg up and down against me, making it feel so much more intense.

The room was filled with heavy breaths and the little noises pulled from my throat. He hummed, obviously pleased by the effect he was having on me.

It only took a little more before I started to feel close. “Oh fuck sap, please-“

“Please what baby? Use your words,” He sounded so smug.

“Please, I-I need to cum,” my words stumbled out my mouth. He tightened his grip on my waist.

“Good girl.”

I rocked against him quicker, reaching my climax.

Moans spilled from me, causing him to grin. I rode out my high, locking my hands onto his shoulders as I slowed my hips, catching my breath. My whole body tingled.

“So good.” I finally managed to mumble out. The multiple hits I’d taken managed to finally begin to take effect. I was slightly more aware only due to my contact with another person.

“Yeah?” he quipped. I looked at his eyes before dropping my head to his shoulder. I hummed back. I felt his chest rumble as he laughed.

I finally pulled back, moving way too fast. Nick’s eyebrows raised in amusement, watching me attempt to move.

Succeeding, I had pushed myself off the bed, standing on the side of it. Nick’s face morphed from amused to curious, watching as I motioned him to come closer. He obeyed, slowly shifting himself to the edge of the bed.

“What are you doing?” He chuckled, obviously in a playful mood.

“Do you want me to return the favor?” I said as clearly as I thought I could. Though it was a little rushed, he obviously heard me.

His lips slightly parted. I slowly sunk to the ground, using his knees to guide myself. Face to face with his bulge.

Chef’s kiss.

His eyes tracked me. “I-“ he was clearly caught off guard. It took a moment and I watched his face twist as his brain caught up. “Hell yeah,” he whispered.

I moved my hair, tucking it behind my ears. I brought my hand up to his lap. “You sure you’re okay with this?” I knew we were both so far gone, and I just wanted to double check on his clarification.

“Right now,” his eyes were wide and he let out a breath, “I give you permission to do whatever you want.” His voice was low. He even sounded sober for a moment.

But the gaze in his eyes as he watched me begin to palm over his shorts gave him away. A shaky exhale escaped his throat.

“Nervous?” A smirk followed my remark. The intoxication made me feel more playful.

“Aw shut up,” he bit back.

“Yes sir.” I mumbled. After a couple seconds, I decided I was down beating around the bush. I glided my hands up, sinking my fingers into his waistband. He leaned back into his arms , lifting his hips to assist me.

Once his shorts were out the way, his cock sprung up. Even in the darkened room, I could still see the details clearly. It was flushed red at the tip from the lack of attention, and he was thick. My mouth would have been watering if I wasn’t experiencing cottonmouth.

Not letting myself stare too long, I looked up at him first. His cheeks were slightly pink. How cute.

“Is your mouth dry?” I mumbled.

He shook his head and I put my palm up near his face. Trying to keep my hand steady was a chore.

“Spit.”

He hesitated a bit before gathering some saliva in his mouth and pushing it out with his tongue onto my hand.

I hummed in satisfaction, not giving him a warning before attaching my hand to his cock. He sucked in a sharp breath as I ran my thumb over the slit.

I grinned, proud that I was already having this effect on him. I glanced up at his face as I began to jerk him off. His eyes slightly squinted, watching me move my hand around him. His lips stayed parted, taking little breaths with each movement I made. I squeezed my hand slightly applying light pressure.

“God, you’re really fucking good at that.” he nearly gasped. His eyes flitted over to my face, and I swear he melted at the sight of me on my knees looking up at him. He pulled one hand from behind him and brought it up to my chin.

“So pretty like this.” It was barely audible, but it literally was so fucking heart melting.

And though my brain was practically empty, I knew I wanted his dick in my mouth.

Without breaking eye contact, I leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to the head of his cock. I slowed down my hand movements, just so that I could create a new pace. His hand slipped back to my hair.

Slowly, I wrapped my lips around him, sinking down onto his dick. A long groan could be heard above me. I went forward until I couldn’t anymore, then put my hand where I couldn’t reach.

I began to move my head, bobbing it around him. “holy shit, baby-“ it was practically a whine. i hummed, causing him to groan due to the stimulation. His hand flexed, pulling at my hair.

Desperate noises came from him. Nick got louder and louder until he got close.

“g’unna cum soon-“ he managed to get out. I didn’t stop. I buried his cock down my throat until my nose was hitting the skin on his pelvis. He grunted as I felt his cum literally hit the back of my throat. I continued to move my head, sucking him off until his noises of pleasure ceased.

I pulled off, coughing. He ran his hand over my head, mumbling praises to me.

“was s’ good”

“great job baby”

“fucking hell, princess”

Those were the only phrases I could make out. I couldn’t tell if it was the drugs or the massive crush I had on him, but my chest bloomed out of affection.

He stood up, fixing his shorts, “could we do this sober?”

I smiled at him, moving forward so I could straddle his legs. His hands moved up to my waist. “We could do a lot more sober”

:)

#sapnap smut #mcyt x y/n #mcyt fanfic #dream smp x you #dsmp x you #dsmp x reader #sapnap x reader #sapnap

[fanfic-wonderland]

For the tom x assassin can u do after they kill his dad they have sex and she’s the son and toms the sub virgin

😏 Although I do read smut, I'm not used to writing it, so I hope this isn't too cringy. 😂 You can read the first part here, if you haven't already.

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Assassin!Reader

Warnings: Language, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), sub!Tom Riddle

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Killing off Tom’s father was easy, but disposing of the body and the evidence was much easier. It came with the advantages of being a wizard.

Tom set the body on fire until there was only a mere pile of ashes left, which he quickly got rid of with a single wave of his wand. You did the same thing with the blankets covered in blood, which was now dry, and replaced them with fresh new ones. You turned to Tom once he re-entered the room after finishing with his task, a proud smile on your face. "You're quite the learner, aren’t you?"

His lips curled into a smirk. "I guess so."

"Come," you sat down on the neatly made bed and patted the empty spot next you. "sit with me for a bit."

He wasted no time in making his way towards you, sitting much closer than you had expected. However, just because it surprised you didn't mean that you minded it.

His eyes stared down at your face, and his musky scent hit your nostrils immediately. You both had taken a shower almost half an hour ago, and it was getting hard for you to ignore the small details that you were just starting to notice about him. Like how his hair was still wet (and yet it still looked stylish, somehow), or how the gray t-shirt and black shorts that he was now wearing made him look ten times cuter, if that was even possible. "You must be exhausted."

"Are you?" He questioned.

You leaned closer and you saw how his eyes dropped to your lips, the proximity between you two becoming dangerously close. "Not at all."

That was the last thing you remembered saying before you guys were already kissing, hungrily reaching out for each other as if you wanted to touch each other in every way possible, all at the same time. Your hands took a hold of his wet curls, tangling them around your fingers while his hands went down to your waist, and you didn't have to think twice before climbing onto his lap to gain better access to him. All of him.

Your tongue coaxed his as the kiss deepened, neither of you daring to be the first to break apart. You've kissed your fair share of people before, but this one was the most intense so far. There was just something in the way that Tom responded to your actions that made you go weak in the knees.

Once you felt his hard-on through his shorts, that was when you had to pull away in order to take off the random, oversized shirt that you had found around the house. Throwing it aside, you watched Tom’s blank gaze move down to your bare breasts, his upper body going stiff. You suddenly realized why. "Tom," you grabbed his face, in order to force him to look back up at you. "have you ever done this before?"

He stared at you for a few seconds. "No. Never."

"Is that so?" A smug smile crept onto your face as you softly pushed him backwards, so that now his back was pressed against the mattress. "So I'm the very first person to witness you like this?"

You noticed how his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "Witness me how?" He whispered.

You bit your lip, your hands beginning to wander around his clothed torso. "So... bare. So vulnerable. It's fascinating."

He chuckled, his hands landing on your hips, the friction between you and his pants becoming almost unbearable -even more so when you began to slowly grind against him-, but he had no intentions in showing you how much it affected him. "You find me fascinating?"

"Very." Was your answer as you leaned down, so that your faces were only inches apart.

Instead of kissing him again, you went lower and pressed your lips against the soft skin of his neck. When he felt your tongue slithering against it, and then your teeth nipping at a certain spot, he couldn't help but let out a sigh. Clearly, he wasn't someone who let people take charge that easily, but he would be lying if he said that he wasn't enjoying the way you were making him feel at that moment. You, of all people, he never would have guessed.

You helped him take off his shirt -fucking finally- and it probably landed somewhere alongside your own, but you did not care as you kissed down from his chest and then tracing down to his stomach, where you disposed of his shorts, quickly followed by his boxers. His length was now in full view and you couldn't help but look up at him, almost like you were asking for permission to touch him. He didn't look nervous, nor did he want you to stop, so when he gave you a small nod of approval you began to stroke him. You didn't miss the way his breath hitched as soon as you touched him, and it made you smile in satisfaction. You looked back up at him to see his reaction; his head was thrown back and his eyes were now closed shut. It was probably the hottest thing you had ever seen, the fact that Tom was usually so collected but now you had him wrapped around your finger.

"Should I keep going?" You asked him. Your hand did not stop its movements.

"Yes." He breathed.

"As you wish." You didn't want to make him wait any longer; you ran your tongue through his length, slowly licking all around it and then lightly sucking on the tip.

"Fuck." He muttered quietly. His hand tugged on your hair; you weren't sure if he was aware of how hard he was pulling, but you did not stop. You took him in fully, your head bobbing up and down as you sucked him off; one hand was still stroking him, while the other one was holding onto his thigh. Small grunts of pleasure escaped his mouth every now and then, and it made you smile against him. "Fuck, I think I’m going to-"

When you were sure that he was close, you unwrapped your lips from him, but increased the speed on your hand movement. You opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, and soon enough warm drops of his cum fell flat on your tongue. Even when he was finished you licked around him a few more times, just to make sure that you got everything.

He finally fluttered his eyes open when you were crawling back up, leaving yet another trail of kisses behind, until you found his lips again. He grabbed your chin, holding you in place as he kissed you roughly, tasting himself on your mouth, and maybe that was the hottest thing ever. "Did you like that?" You asked him against his lips.

"It was amazing." He replied, kissing you shortly. His hands were running up and down your back as you continued to grind against him. "You're amazing."

"I'm not done, yet." You let him know as you took off your underwear, the only thing separating you from being skin against skin completely. Before he could say anything else, you aligned yourself against his tip, and then you took him in, all in one swift movement.

You moved against him, his length hitting every inch of your inner walls perfectly, and you let out a few moans that could not really be kept in even if you tried. He lifted himself up a bit in order to capture your lips once more in yet another sloppy kiss. His hands got much more curious, cupping your breasts and playing with your nipples almost subconsciously, and it only made your moans duplicate. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you both stared at each other for a moment, his lips parted open while your foreheads pressed together. You felt your release building up at the pit of your stomach, which only made you go faster, harder. His facial expression told you that he was close, too, and he wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer to him. He needed as much from you as possible.

Although the pleasure was out of this world as soon as you finally finished, your favorite part was watching him come undone for the second time that night. Both of you were breathing heavily, trying to calm down and process what just happened. Tom buried his head in the crook of your neck while his chest was still heaving up and down, your bodies still tangled with each other because neither of you wanted to let go. It was too nice of a feeling to have his warmth embracing you whole. "How was it?" You asked him once you could speak again.

You felt him kissing your neck. "It might have felt just as good as killing off my father."

You laughed as he looked up at you, again, while a toothless smile decorated his lips. You combed his hair with your fingers. "Good to know."

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[asteriismos]

flashing lights — bill denbrough

pairing: bill denbrough x fem! reader

warning(s): smut, eighteen! bill denbrough, is it choking if he doesn’t squeeze?, fingering, piv sex, cursing, ig kinda degrading idk tho judge for yourself, unedited

summary: bill, the star baseball player of derry, and you, from another high school, meet in the locker room and get to know each other. 

words: 3.1k

note: don’t say i never gave you anything i am a woman of my word

sitting here in the bleachers adjacent to the baseball field, with the setting sun in your gaze and the feeling of newly spring wind on your skin, you had high hopes that your schools baseball team would win. out of all the schools in lieu with your own, bangor high school, derry’s team was the most anticipated of in the season. where most high schools in the nation favored the fall sport of football, the central part of maine where you lived actually liked baseball more, so when the first sprouts of spring showed, everyone was excited for the next season. 

you were a senior, almost finished with school and personally tasked yourself and your group of friends with trying to go to every single baseball game that you all could make it to - whether they were at home or away. 

“look, he’s up to bat,” your friend marcella said, catching your attention by lightly tapping your shoulder and motioning to the field. there you saw your close friend owen, who was the star player of your school’s team and one of your friends since you were a little kid. he was the person who introduced you to the group that you were here with now, here specifically to cheer him on. 

you saw him walk to home plate, bat in hand and getting into position to swing. your eyes took you across from him to the pitcher of the other team, who you didn’t know but could see the name displayed on the back of his shirt. denbrough. you raised your eyebrow at the last name, it didn’t ring a bell. 

the crowd started to cheer for your friend, waiting for denbrough to throw the first pitch. everything became silent, and the ball was thrown with stellar accuracy. whoever this denbrough boy was, he was seemingly a really good pitcher. when the second ball was thrown and owen missed yet again, your hand ran through your hair nervously. you could hear people whispering all around you, wondering if he was going to strike out. 

just as if someone of the heavens was listening to the anxious worries of your fellow classmates, denbrough went to throw the ball and owen swung and the ball went flying, going straight for the outfield as owen ran with all his might to first base. you cheered with your friends, yelling words of encouragement and praise towards your team. 

the game, from that point, was in your high schools favor. it was seemingly decided almost halfway through that bangor high school had it in the bag, which did nothing for any person in your crowds ego. just as the last inning was finished, your school came out victorious. 

“hopefully this means that we’re going to the championships this year,” you heard people say. “and maybe we can host it at our school so we don’t have to drive all the way out here again.” 

you were anxious to see your friend, running down the stairs of the bleachers and shouting his name, but owen didn’t hear you. sighing, you turned to your group to say, “should we get back home?” the team would have to come back by bus anyways, which sucked, because you wanted to congratulate your friend on such a good win. 

“yeah, probably before it gets too late, you know how bad those backroads are,” jake stated. “do you want to catch a ride with me? im sure marcella can take your car back.” 

half of you wanted to go with them and just see owen later, but to you, it felt like poor taste to make him wait that long. plus, maybe you could catch him before he left. you shook your head, “no, i’ll stay. i want to see the team. go without me, I'll see you tomorrow.” 

jake laughed. “okay, just don’t get lost.” he wiggled his eyebrows in a teasing manner and walked away, taking your friends with him and leaving you alone in the front of derry high school. 

you had been here once before, just for a short while and after a baseball game like right now. but that was all the way back during freshman year when you were trying to find the bathroom, you really had no idea where the locker rooms were. 

opening the large door, you started along the main hallway, looking at the posters that aligned the wall that reminded you of your own school. derry was really similar in layout, so perhaps it wouldn’t be that hard. turning the corner, you saw a sign that pointed to the gym and the locker rooms. in no time you were there, but there was no one coming out of the doors. had they already left and you missed them? it was silent. 

you put your ear to the door and listened, hearing some rustling. you knocked, but there was no answer, making you raise your eyebrow. and you don’t exactly know what prompted you to open the wooden door and make your way inside, but you did, and along the array of closed lockers, your eyes took you to the one person who was in there. 

it was the denbrough pitcher. 

you got a good look of him now, with his honeyed locks that fell messy on his forehead, standing taller than you. his back was slightly turned to you and through his jersey you could see his toned back muscles, making you lose yourself for a moment and send you almost stumbling over your feet. you knew that he was attractive from the moment you set your eyes on him but you didn’t know that he was this attractive. 

he turned around now and immediately those dazzling cerulean blue eyes landed on you, making your face heat up in realizing that this was not the visitors locker room like you had intended on trying to find. 

“sorry,” you fumbled out after a moment of shameless staring. “I was looking for my friend.” denbrough tilted his head to the side and you watched him take out a bag and push his locker door closed. instead of walking out like you should’ve, you just stood there watching him. it was in poor taste, since the longer you looked at him, you could see clearly that he was angry. 

a tiny grin came to his face. “it’s fine, no one’s in here except me anyways.” a silent moment passed and then a quizzical look came to his face, eyes falling back on you. “wait . . . weren’t you cheering on the other team?” he had noticed you, just as you were now noticing him. the room seemed a lot smaller than it had earlier and you ignored the fluttering feeling in your stomach the longer he stared at you. you didn’t even know his name. 

“yeah, it was a good game,” you shrugged your shoulders. 

“we should’ve won that game.” 

a cocky grin splayed on your features. “well, im sure you’ll get another shot next time.” you would have to play them again to secure a spot in the championships, it was still rather early in the season anyways. 

“will you be at the next game?” denbrough asked, he walked closer to you now, and there was a look in his eyes that was not easy to mistake. he was looking at you like you were a full course meal and he was the hungriest man on earth. and you liked the way that he looked at you, this gorgeous boy that you had barely met, and you wanted him to keep looking at you like that. well, you would rather him be doing other things. “maybe we could go do something together afterwards.” now you were certain of his likeness for you. 

you gave him a smirk. “well, i don’t know about that, i wouldn’t want to get involved with the opposing team.” when he noticed you were directly giving back the same energy he was giving, his feet stopped so he was just inches away from you. it took everything in you to keep yourself from grabbing him by those large muscles and - 

in a moment of weakness or just pure idiocy, you did exactly as you thought, lunging yourself forward, hands reaching for his face and pulling him into a searing kiss. when he reciprocated your movements, you had to stop another smirk from rising to your face, pushing it down and focusing on your hands that made it’s way to his soft hair. 

your kiss was unexpected by denbrough, though seemingly not unwelcome since his hands found their place exploring your sides, not being exactly gentle with his touches which you didn’t mind. this was so unlike you, doing something like this with someone you didn’t know. and to be honest, it was unlike him, too. 

but both of you were giving each other the ‘fuck me’ eyes and well, you only live once, right? 

as the kiss became more sloppy and he broke it to press kisses to your jawline and trailing down your neck, you breathed out and closed your eyes. “I don’t even know your name.” you sighed into his touches though, not really caring what his name was but knowing that it would probably be useful sometime soon. 

denbrough came back up to meet your gaze. “it’s bill,” he gave you a grin. “pleasure to meet you.” there was a sense of teasing in his tone, which you would’ve laughed at if his hands weren't reaching for where your shirt met your pants. 

“y/n,” you said weakly, already feeling your legs start to give out by the way that he was looking at you. you reached out to bill, wanting to feel his body pressed against yours again. he chuckled at your eagerness, giving you what you wanted by slowly pushing you against the lockers behind you. you felt the cool metal through your shirt and instantly realized how hot it was getting in this locker room, your skin was already on fire. 

bill reattached his lips to your skin and you spent the time trying to undo the belt that was around his pants that nicely accentuated everything that you wanted from him. thank god for baseball pants. 

tentatively, you pressed your hips against his and you heard a groan leave his throat, his lips stalling for a moment and then going back to his earlier movements. you were well aware of how excited he was, taking a moment to note that you could feel that he was absolutely fucking enormous. 

of course he was. 

as if he had enough of this teasing, his hand reached down and went straight under the band of your pants, being met with the wetness that was gathering in your panties. you bucked your hips forward into his hand and he smirked at how compliant you seemed to be with him. his other hand was gripping your side, keeping you close to him while the other pushed your panties to the side and the pad of his pointer finger came into contact with your slit. 

you moaned out and bill covered your mouth with his own, not kissing you but keeping it there. “so tell me,” he said, breath hot against you, finger tracing a line from your slick folds to your clit, making you almost keel over if it hadn’t been for his hand keeping you up and body pressing you farther into the locker. “this friend of yours, he was on your team wasn’t he?” 

you nodded, not trusting your voice. but he didn’t seem to like that, his hand stalling and not moving no matter how much you tried to gain friction. 

“answer me with words,” the hand on your side coming up to the bottom of your throat so you were forced to look at him in the face, those blue eyes on him seemingly had become darker. 

you took in a sharp breath. “yes,” you answered. his movements started again, but this time he took one finger and pushed it inside you till he was knuckle deep in, a large moan falling off of your tongue, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. 

“and how do you think he would feel seeing you like this for me? the star player of the other team?” bill’s tone was condescending and you wondered if he was normally like this, or he was just angry about the outcome of the game. his finger sped up, soon being joined with another one that slipped in with ease. you were so wet for him already. “but you wouldn’t care, would you?” 

it was seemingly rhetorical, because he didn’t wait for you to answer and instead attached his lips to your throat, teeth grazing a point that had you gasping, hand coming and tugging on those locks of his, the other falling to his neck. 

“bill,” you muttered. “please just-” you were cut off by a moan, gripping him close as his thumb came into contact with your clit and rubbed tight circles against it. 

he looked up at you from the mess he was creating on your neck. “please what?” 

“just fuck me.” 

you were really in no position to be making such requests since bill seemed to be in control (which really, you didn’t mind if it meant that he was making you feel good in the process), but at this point you were too strung out to care what he thought of the rather forward request. you knew that you needed him and you needed him now. 

bill pulled away from you and you took in his now ragged features, noticing the tint of red in his cheeks and the freckles that dotted them, and the goldenness that he seems to radiate. in some ways you hoped that this wouldn’t be your only encounter with the denbrough boy, but that was something to worry about later, since his hands were undoing the rest of his belt and you knew that was your cue to do the same with your own pants. 

soon enough you were back in the same position, one of his hands next to your head on the locker behind you as he moved to position his cock at your entrance, eyes meeting with yours as he pushed in to look at your reaction. and it was everything that he hoped to see, your mouth opening into an ‘o’ shape, lips parted and eyes never leaving his own. 

once he bottomed out, he already started a fast rhythm, giving you little to no time to adjust. but you were so needy you didn’t care, not one bit because he was making you feel so good that you wished for this moment to last forever. and you were already so wet and willing, bill couldn’t wait a second longer. 

your hands gripped onto his forearms, steadying yourself, but it was hard to keep your legs from giving out. bill must've noticed your struggle and leaned down, grabbing you by the back of your thighs and hoisting you up in his arms, using the leverage of the locker to fuck into you. 

the change in position made you quiver in his arms like putty, arms wrapping around his neck and caging him close to you. incoherent words fell from your mouth that wouldn’t close no matter how hard you tried, while his pace became fast, rough, and unrelenting. you didn’t know bill well but you could tell that he was adamant about making you feel good, which fueled the fire inside of you even more. 

if he was tired from playing the game, he didn’t even show it. bill fucked into you with such a frenzy that it was almost animalistic, which made you wonder how much energy this boy possibly had. what you didn’t know was it was your moans what were spurring him on, your moans that kept him going. bill had already been to point of exhaustion from the game but you were able to give him a second wind and he was not fucking up this one like he had fucked up in the game. his determination both of the field and in this moment caught up with him and well, he was bringing all of his emotion out. 

and you loved it so much that you couldn’t think straight. all you could do was try and keep yourself still, words stringing together into barely put together sentences of oh fuck yes and that feels so good. 

it was a moment of pure bliss that you didn’t even feel yourself start to clench around him, noticing it finally when you felt every inch of him scrape against your willing walls, bringing you closer to that cliff into a sea of pleasure that only he could give you. what finally made you break was the groans that he was making, which were hot and heavy and like heaven to your ears that you knew you would be playing on repeat before you went to sleep tonight. 

and then his hand slipped between your legs, pressing up against your swollen clit and that was it. you were sent into a state of pure, fucked out bliss as you came around him, your moans everything but silent. luckily there seemed to be no one around to hear, and if they did they didn’t bother with stopping it.

a few thrusts afterwards and with an insistent command from you to cum inside you because you were on the pill, bill came undone and it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in his life. as if this boy couldn’t get more perfect, haven been basically sent to you on a gift from god himself. he pulled out and you could feel the evidence slightly dripping out of you and onto your thighs. 

there was a moment of cleaning up, where he actually grabbed a towel from his locker and helped you wipe away everything and eventually sit down onto the bench between the sides of lockers. where you thought would be awkwardness, there wasn’t, a few words passed between the two of you and then you told him that you should go, you had to drive home. 

surprisingly, he asked if you needed help and then you remembered you barely knew him and shook your head. it was late anyways, he probably had things to do. 

and when you got control of your limbs again (which bill cheekily smirked at), you walked out of the high school, him trailing behind you. you gave him one last look before parting ways, and in the heat of the moment, you told him your number and to call him if he ever wanted to get together again. 

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