#actually for the last gif i couldn't decide between the above one

[lanadelnegan]

Crush - Part 2

Gym Teacher Negan x Female Reader

read part one here

Summary: Coach Negan finds you smoking and decides to punish you.

Warnings: smut, 18+, nsfw, extreme sexual tension, smoking, choking, rough face-fucking, negan degrading you, praising you and calling you "good girl"

final part coming soon!

The majority of your final week of high school has been spent replaying the imagine of your teacher fisting his cock in his hand while moaning your name.

Your feelings are still slightly hurt from the comment he made before you hurried out of his office that day, but you've had a few days to recover from it. You've found that smoking cigarettes helps calm you down, so you find a way to sneak off a couple times during your school day to light one up.

You lean your head against the brick wall outside of the gym as you blow a trail of smoke from your mouth, daydreaming of your new favorite memory. You'll be late to P.E. again, but what's new.

You've dodged Negan as much as possible the last two days, avoiding any possibility of him bringing up the awkward moment of you walking in on him. As far as he knows, you've forgotten all about it. Although that couldn't be further from the truth.. it's all you think about actually. Especially at night in bed when you touch yourself.

You feel an ache between your legs as you stand with your back against the cold brick wall. You have to physically restrain from touching yourself right there until the sound of the gym doors swing open, grabbing your attention.

When you turn your head, Negan's eyes are on you as he saunters towards you. You secretively hold the cigarette down by your side, not wanting to draw his attention to it.

"Being late is one thing. But smoking on school property? Have you lost your damn mind?"

"You've done worse." You say, blowing the puff of smoke you were holding in your mouth directly on his face. He grins sarcastically, placing his right hand above your head on the wall.

"Such a smart ass little mouth."

Your gaze drops to his lips when he speaks, and the smell of his minty breath makes your knees weak. His grin widens knowingly at the sight of you staring at his mouth before he reaches for your cigarette, stealing it from your fingers and bringing it to his own lips. He draws in a breath, inhaling the smoke before blowing it out directly into your mouth. Your lips part slightly, accepting it without hesitation.

Somehow it feels even more intimate than kissing, as you breath in each other's air and gaze lustfully at one another. His hazel eyes drop to your mouth as his body leans closer, trapping you against the wall.

You can feel his hard bulge through his jeans and you cry on the inside, wanting to slap him for not choosing to wear basketball shorts today.

You slowly reach for the front of his pants, but he grabs your wrist gently, pushing it against the wall beside you. He brings his mouth close to your ear and the side of his neck is temptingly close to your lips. You imagine darting your tongue out and licking it, wondering what his skin tastes like.

His deep, raspy voice fills your ear, sending chills down your body to your toes. "If I catch one of these in your mouth again..." He drops the cigarette, crushing it under his shoe. "I'll replace it with something much bigger. And as pleasing as that probably sounds to you, I will not make it enjoyable."

Your body visibly shutters at his words and he backs away, leaving you shaky and desperate.

"Get it together, y/l/n." He chuckles, suddenly back in character and putting on his best Coach Negan voice while entering the gym doors.

Fuck. You gather yourself enough to follow behind him a few minutes later. When you enter the gym, your peers are lined up on the court doing their stretches and you fall into place, finding a spot in the back. You sit down, stretching your legs apart and out in front of you while leaning forward and struggling to reach your toes with your fingertips.

Negan approaches you chuckling. "Oh, darlin'.. I know you can stretch further than that." He crouches down directly in front of you. "Need some motivation? I'm right here... Reach for me, doll." He taunts, whispering the last part for only the two of you to hear.

You lock eyes with him and reach forward, finally grabbing your toes as your face comes closer to his. "That's my good fuckin' girl." He smirks proudly before standing to his feet and cockily walking off.

Your face reddens as you feel more wetness pool in your panties. You've never been so horny and desperate for a man's cock in your life and it almost brings you to tears. Knowing how big and thick he is behind his jeans just makes you crave him more and you can't help but stare. He's bigger than any boy you've been with before and you know he would obliterate you.

"Something on your mind, y/n?" He calls out, making your classmates turn their heads to look at you. Your eyes widen and he winks at you, resting his hands on his hips.

"No sir." You say back, avoiding his gaze.

"Alright, we're gonna do something fun today since tomorrow is sadly our last day together." Negan announces, looking towards you at the end of his sentence. Your heart aches a little at this words.

Since tomorrow is sadly our last day together.

"Since only a handful of you showed up today, we're gonna do a scrimmage game." He bounces the basketball lazily while he goes over the rules, and your heart races with nervous excitement.

He chooses a team captain to play against him as they both take turns choosing their players. You wait patiently for Negan to say your name, but find yourself disappointed when moments pass and the others have been picked while you and the only other girl in class stand alone.

To even more surprise, Negan says the other girl's name while simultaneously grinning at you and you scrunch your brows at him angrily.

Okay. If that's how he wants to be.

"Man to man." Negan says, not taking his eyes off of you, claiming you as his.

Negan disappears into the locker room to change and you practically drool when he comes back out in basketball shorts and a white t-shirt.

Your team has the ball as you stand close by the goal next to Negan, who casually guards you. Neither one of you are that into the game, but more focused on teasing each other.

Negan stands directly behind you, pressing his body lightly against yours and you let yourself sink into him. His mouth leans next to your ear like before and all you want is to reach your hands behind you and feel him.

"Pay attention, doll. You seem distracted."

You don't have time to respond before your teammate passes you the ball and you turn, trying to shoot. Negan keeps his hands by his sides as he lets you attempt your shot.

Surprisingly you make it and you look to Negan, expecting him to talk trash, but instead he grins proudly.

"That's my fuckin' girl."

He says, running past you to the other side of the court. You follow him closely and his player passes him the ball quickly. Negan steps back, bouncing the ball and giving you the chance to get in front of him.

He bites his lip, loving your enthusiasm as you're determined not to let him score. When he attempts to go past you, you step in front of him and push your body into his roughly but it only causes you to lose your balance and stumble. You grab onto the front of his shirt, bringing him down with you as he falls on top of you, catching himself with his hand before crushing you.

His mouth is right above yours as he smirks. He goes to stand up, not wanting to make a scene in front of everyone, and subtly thrusts his hips into you before standing to his feet and lifting you up with him.

"Well obviously that's a foul, guess I get a free throw." He stands at the line to shoot, but misses the first shot, shocking all of you since he never misses unless it's on purpose.

"Something on your mind, coach? You seem distracted." You tease and he shoots you a warning glare.

He makes the next shot, looking to you. "Not at all. Takes a lot to get my attention." He smiles, running past you.

The game comes to an end when he makes the winning shot.

"And that? is how it's fucking done." He laughs, dismissing you all for the day.

Your classmates head to the lockers to collect their things and you follow behind them before Negan stops you, grabbing your wrist.

Your pulse races at the two of you being the only ones left standing in the gym.

"Don't be a sore fuckin' loser, baby." He teases, looking down at you.

"Maybe I let you win."

"Maybe. Or maybe I'm just fuckin' better than you." His head tilts as you look into his flirty eyes before pushing past him and joining the other girl in the locker room.

"He wants you bad." The girl says, changing into her clothes.

"What?" You ask, sitting on the bench next to her.

"Coach Negan.. It's so obvious, don't play dumb." She laughs annoyed before grabbing her bag and leaving.

You watch her leave, wondering if you two were really that obvious. Does everyone else see it too?

You decide to undress, turning on one of the showers and taking advantage of the empty locker room while you can. Most of your friends can't wait for school to be out, but the thought of never coming back here makes you depressed.

You light a cigarette to make yourself feel better, taking a few puffs while you lean against the side of the shower and wait for the water to heat up.

You press your cigarette into the counter, laying it there for later as you step into the hot shower. You lean against the wall, letting the water run over you as your favorite image floods your mind. Your hand drops to your pussy, finding your clit and rubbing slowly, imagining Negan between your legs.

"Negan.." You moan out, opening your eyes and quickly jerking your hand away when you lock eyes with Negan, who’s leaning against the wall with his arms crossed disappointedly.

"Wanna explain?" He asks and you blush as you try to cover yourself unsuccessfully.

"I was - I just.." You stutter, looking down at yourself.

"Not that. Hell, I was even gonna let you finish." He explains before holding up your cigarette. "This.. remember what I said?"

You nod, gulping noticeably as your heart beats hard with anticipation of your punishment. He flicks the cigarette in the trash before stepping in the shower with you and you back away slightly, giving him room.

"What are you waiting for then? On your fuckin' knees."

You stare at him wide-eyed, watching the water soak through his white shirt as it clings to him, revealing his toned body and dark chest hair. You slowly drop to your knees, trying to get comfortable in the small shower as your ass rests against the back of your legs.

"Take it out, sweetheart." He says, staring down at you as you obey him and pull his pants down to his ankles and off his feet, not taking your eyes off his hard length in front of your face. You eagerly lean forward to take him in your mouth, but his hand grips the back of your hair, urging you to look up at him.

"Not so fast, remember this is a fuckin' punishment, doll." You try looking up at him but the water sprays against his stomach and onto your face.

He grips the base of his cock, guiding it to your mouth and tapping the tip against your lips until you open for him. He pushes past your lips as your mouth stretches around him and you moan, closing your eyes as the water runs down your face.

His hands rest behind you on the shower wall as he leans over you, thrusting his hips and pushing himself deeper down your throat each time. You gag around him and try to pull your head back but his hand falls to your head, holding you in place.

"You're gonna take all of me, baby." He breathes out heavily, holding your head down until your nose is pressed into his soft dark curls. You struggle, unable to breathe as his length completely obstructs your airway.

You push on his thighs, panicking as your eyes water. He finally pulls back, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at him as he bends down, hovering his face over yours.

You inhale a deep breath, taking in all the air you can get while you have the opportunity. Water drips off his wet hair, running down his face as he stares at you through dark, wet lashes.

He's so fucking pretty. You think to yourself as he grins, squeezing your face tighter.

"You are so fuckin' pretty like this." He says, echoing your own thoughts. "I am no where near down with that mouth, doll. I've waited so long so see you take my cock. Gonna fuck your face until I goddamn ruin you." He whispers aggressively before spitting directly into your mouth.

You swallow his saliva, secretly loving his roughness. He notices your slight grin and his face turns cold and serious.

"You enjoying this, sweetheart?"

You nod desperately, eager for him to use you.

"Can't have that, baby. Guess I'll have to try harder, huh?"

Fear washes over you, not knowing what's to come as he suddenly leans back up into his original position.

Without warning, he slams your head back against his cock completely, making you choke around him. His other hand is back against the wall behind you as guides you using your hair and roughly fucks your face. He angles your head back slightly, letting the shower waterboard you and you struggle.

He thrusts into your mouth relentlessly, until your jaw aches and you turn almost blue from lack of oxygen.

“Fuck” He grunts, pulling his dick out of your mouth quickly at the sight of you almost passing out, before squeezing his large hand around your throat and pulling you up off your knees.

You feel dizzy and disoriented, but he presses his body against yours, pinning you to the wall to hold you up. "Hey, breathe, baby. Breathe." He lightly slaps your face as you slowly regain consciousness.

Once he knows you're okay, he wipes the mascara running down your cheeks with his thumbs and grins proudly at you.

"You gonna touch another fuckin' cigarette?"

You shake your head no, trying to slow your breathing and calm down.

"Good girl." He praises you. "Finish up and get dressed, doll. Don't want your parents wonderin' where the hell you are."

You hear him chuckle as he exits the locker room with a towel wrapped around him, leaving you with panting and aching painfully between your legs.

And you realize.. that’s the real punishment.

Final part coming soon :)

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[joelswritingmistress]

You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 14

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible. 

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader 

Tori finally texted me back close to twenty minutes later. She didn’t seem phased in the least about the women being killed nearby.

I want details! Was her only reply; and it was in reference to the mystery man who had tucked me away in his Catskills mansion - a detail I had also left out. Her text actually eased my mind. If Tori wasn’t worried, then I wasn’t going to be worried, either. I was going to do exactly what my over-the-top hormones were telling me to - and that was to enjoy the ride.

Dr. Miller finally came back inside a short while later. I didn’t bring up what I had seen on the cameras, nor did I ask where he had been. I just wanted to indulge in this honeymoon phase of our budding relationship.

He strolled into the room and didn't say a word. Rather, he rounded the couch and nudged my nose upward with his, catching my lips with his own as he did. It was another one of those needy kisses, the kind that gave me instant goosebumps.

“I'll be right back,” Dr. Miller whispered, despite no one else being in the house. “I just have to go post an assignment for class.”

“Okay.” I hadn't realized my hands were gripping the collar of the hooded sweatshirt he’d thrown on after the swim. 

Dr. Miller glanced down at my hold on him when he went to pull back and I smiled, unwillingly releasing him. He grinned back at me. “Give me five minutes and then I'm yours.”

“Mmm,” I accepted another kiss. “Alright.”

He made that one last, too. I watched him leave the room again and was sure he was going to put away whatever the person in the SUV had just given him.

I sat there wondering if he would tell me that someone had met him at the gates, or even that he was given a package of some sort.

Probably not.

When Dr. Miller returned, he grabbed me by the waist and adjusted my body to his liking on the couch. Again, he didn't lead off with words. Sometimes, I was discovering, it was better that way.

His body covered mine and my eyes closed when he roughly kissed up and down my neck while parting my legs with his knee.

I allowed him to pin my hands above my head, locking his fingers with my own and opened my eyes when he finally spoke.

“I need you to agree to what I'm about to say.”

The answer, in my mind, was already, ‘okay’ despite not yet hearing his command.

“I want you completely at my mercy for the next forty-eight hours.” Dr. Miller's fingers squeezed mine as he hovered above me. “And when we finally have to go back to that classroom together, I want you to almost find it unbearable that I'm not still inside of you.”

He used a hand to tear down the sweatpants I had been lounging in. A second later I was bare from the waist down again, letting all thoughts temporarily go of the person at the gates and the package. Dr. Miller’s game of seduction was unmatched. I couldn't imagine anyone being able to compete with such dominant sexual prowess.

My legs trembled as he teased my inner thighs with fingertips. His eyes never left mine as he continued to speak.

“I want you to think of me touching you like this all throughout the class session. I don't want you thinking of anything else.” Dr. Miller moved his fingertips closer to the heat that practically purred between my legs. When my knees clamped together against his forearm, he pushed them back apart.

My chest rose and fell with a deep breath as I looked up at him. I knew my face was flushed with desire and felt my breathing pick up. 

“I already can't stand you not being inside me,” I choked out.

Right then I needed him to consume me, to fill me, to make me his. I would agree to anything.

“After class you're going to come straight back here.” Dr. Miller’s fingers found my center and he almost looked surprised at how wet I was for him already. The swipe of his fingers upward made me moan.

He used that same hand to toy with my hair as it fell all around me on the couch.

“Agree to what I just said,” he demanded gently, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

I would have gone kicking and screaming if he didn't want me to come back after class.

“I agree,” I said just above a whisper.

Dr. Miller leaned his lips down and touched mine again. “Good girl,” he whispered. “Now, take off your shirt and get down on your knees in front of me.”

Oh, those words. They penetrated me. I might as well have melted into a puddle on the floor. Dr. Miller was giving me exactly what I was afraid to openly ask for. I was in a period of self-discovery that led me to realize how bad I desired to be ravished and obedient - specifically and only for Dr. Miller. 

He leaned a hand down and touched my face, tracing my jawline with his fingertips before moving to my lips. When I kissed the pad of his thumb his eyes closed and he moaned, almost as if he was imagining it was the tip of his cock that had just entered my mouth.

“Pull my sweatpants down,” he whispered. His voice almost sounded hoarse and on the verge of desperate already. 

“Yes, Dr. Miller,” I purred back. It prompted him to look down and catch my gaze as I freed him from the shackles of his clothing. I knew that line excited him. He combed his fingers through my hair, digging his fingertips into my scalp as he did. Now it was his chest that heaved up and down with desire as his thick cock twitched before I even touched him.

I took him in. All of him. No matter how much of a struggle it was against his girth, I served him properly.

In the aftermath I laid across the couch with my head in his lap, staring up at him as he continued to play with my hair. His eyes drank me in so differently after he came.

“You're beautiful,” Dr. Miller spoke, keeping his voice hushed as if he was so used to keeping secrets he had to speak in whispers. “You know that?”

I shrugged my bare shoulders, pulling the blanket he had modestly draped over my naked body up toward my chin. My eyes closed as he continued to pamper me.

“That feels good,” I told him.

“Are you okay with all this?” Dr. Miller asked.

I reopened my eyes and stared up at him, touching his forearm as he cradled his hand around my cheek. “Yeah.”

“Tell me if it's ever too much.”

“I will.” I kissed the heel of his hand and he ran it down the center of my throat before letting his palm rest against my right breast. When his thumb perked up my nipple I smirked from the ticklish sensation and let out a light laugh.

Dr. Miller gave a closed-mouth smile, still maintaining eye contact from above. “You're so fuckin’ cute.”

I decided to be just a little more brash than was typical for me. “Fucking me the way that you do, and then talking to me like this after,” I let out a sigh and shook my head with a blissful grin, unable to finish the thought aloud.

“Well, when a man wants a woman all to himself he's going to do everything in his power to make sure that happens.”

“You want me all to yourself?” I smiled wider now.

“More than you know.”

I turned and sat up beside him. Dr. Miller was having trouble breaking eye contact with me and I loved it. I adored the way those big brown puppy dog eyes drank me in. How quickly they could turn primal and fierce. It was a deadly combination.

When I stared at him for an extra few seconds silently from a few inches away, he simply smirked and said, “Hi.”

“Hi.” I leaned in and gave him a meaningful kiss on the lips. When I began to pull him down on top of me, he pulled back.

“Let me take you upstairs,” Dr. Miller said, “All the way upstairs.”

I smiled, not knowing if it was some code for a sexual act of some sort. “What's that mean?”

Without warning, he scooped me up into his arms so I laid across his chest. My arms instinctively hooked around the back of his neck and he began to walk us out of the room toward the staircase.

“I'm not too heavy, am I?” I asked when we were about halfway up.

Dr. Miller chuckled and continued on, not even bothering to answer. I felt lighter than air in his arms. I should’ve been asking him what the deal was with the lavish estate he lived in. I should have been asking him who met him at the top of his driveway. I should have asked him what he was given in that envelope. I should have asked him a thousand questions.

Like where we were going when he pulled open one of the closed doors I had passed on my walk to and from his bedroom. Another staircase led to parts unknown and I held him tighter as he led me up into the darkness.

“Where are you taking me?” That question actually manifested into words.

Dr. Miller didn’t immediately answer. He let out a deep breath as a light began to emerge the higher we went. It grew brighter when we reached the top and I realized we were at the peak of the estate’s interior. 

“Oh my God.” My eyes widened to take in the gorgeous view that stretched on for miles beyond an oversized, rectangular window. I turned and looked to Dr. Miller who nodded upward.

“It’s a cool view when it snows.” He motioned to a giant ceiling window that gave a peek at the sky.

“What is this?” I gave a little laugh, taking in the oddly fascinating room. A giant bed with a wooden frame sat flush against a wall made entirely of stone. A set of four lights shined down from over the top of the headboard. The comforter looked more comfortable than a giant sack of feathers. It sat directly beneath the see-through ceiling.

“The upper level,” Dr. Miller said nonchalantly.

I walked toward the window and pressed my hands against the glass, smiling to myself as the snow fell down seemingly all around us. My eyes took in the surroundings. From up here you could see everything - the treetops, the mountains, even city buildings in the far, far distance if you squinted hard enough. 

“What other surprises are hiding in this.. castle?”

Dr. Miller shrugged and reached for my hand, pulling me back to him. “Why don’t we just take it one room at a time.”

I nodded in agreement. “Okay.”

He smiled and latched his lips back onto mine, massaging my tongue with his own. It was slow and controlled; a vast contrast to the hard, fast, dirty-talking oral sex I’d given him downstairs.

When he pinned me down on the bed beneath him, I closed my eyes with a smile and hugged his upper body against mine.

“I can't stand it,” I whispered into his ear. My leg wrapped around him and I rested my heel against the base of his buttocks before dragging it down the back of his leg.

“Can’t stand what?” Dr. Miller asked, speaking directly into my ear before pulling back a few inches to look at me.

“You not being inside of me.”

He glanced down at my lips and then back up into my eyes before kissing me with all the self-control and sensuality that was absent in our previous encounter. His gentle side made me weak. His dominant side made me wet.

I didn’t leave that bedroom for the rest of the night.

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[zombiedumbie]

late night ride! [with Law]

summary: just... a late night ride with law.

playlist: youtube

content: tooth rotting fluff, no pronouns used, law is driving (be careful)

pairing: law x gn!reader

word count: 545

an: I'm trying to work up the courage to post some smuts I have here. I've been posting content anonymously on the internet for a while now but for some reason when it comes to *cough cough* smut *cough cough* I start blushing and shy. btw, i've made a playlist for this one, you can see it above. It's kinda emo, I'll understand if not everyone likes it, but it's how I imagine the music Law listens to.

Riding in the car late at night with Law can be a unique situation;

He may not admit it, but that is one of the happiest moments he has had in a long time. There's something about that moment that is entirely intimate and romantic, and he never wants it to end;

If he's driving, his hand will be on your thigh the whole time, occasionally making small circles with his thumb. You blatantly admire him, watching his cheeks warm up when he notices your gaze;

If you're driving, he'll be sitting comfortably, pretending to pay attention to the road while actually admiring you, with a heavy heart in his chest, wondering how he managed to win someone like you;

Either way, you'll have to listen to his playlist, filled with melodramatic and emo songs, which isn't bad because you're having a great time with him;

The conversation between the two of you arises eventually. You both laugh at inside jokes, share moments of intimacy where each one shows their most vulnerable self to the partner they love so much. But when the conversation dies down, leaving only melancholic music and the sound of the AC, you don't feel the need to say anything more;

Law feels his body warmed by the tranquility of your love as the car cuts through the silence of the nighttime streets;

It's in those moments that you see the real Law, the Law who doesn't wear a mask, always tough and serious. You see him truly, the Law you fell in love with, the Law who holds your cold hand because of the AC, who smiles before leaning in and kissing you at traffic lights.

"Hey, Law," you call out, sitting sideways, your body and head resting against the seat, observing his focused figure.

"Hm, yes?" You had noticed this before; he always pursed his lips when he was concentrating, but today it seemed even more adorable than usual.

He was casual, wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and his usual jeans. The tattoos were visible on his arms and hands, while the V-neck of his shirt revealed a small part of the tattoo on his chest. You took a moment, observing his features.

Until he quickly turned to you; you had been silent, watching him for some time, deciding whether you should say what you wanted to say. Such moments between you were rare, so you couldn't miss the chance.

"I love you," your voice didn't come out louder than a whisper.

You saw him pause, as if he was shocked. He knew you loved him; you had already demonstrated that many times. You shouted it with every movement, every word, every look directed at him. But spoken? There were very few times those words had left your lips and hit his heart like a venomous arrow.

Your words were delicate, loving, comforting, warm. Law held onto them in his ears for a while, breathing as little as possible, trying not to inhale the air that came out of your mouth with that sentence. He counted the beats of his heart, "1, 2, 3..." wondering if he hadn't flipped the car and was now listening to an angel speak.

"Law?" you spoke, clearing the last words from the air so tenderly that he didn't mind. "Love, don't crash the car," you laughed.

He's a little dramatic.

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[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

i found you | rúben dias

💘 synopsis: it's rúben's and isabella's first valentine's day together. warnings: fluff and gratuitous valentine-cute-themed smut becasue why not. (can be read as x reader cause i forgot to mention the oc name in the story) (this is a sequel to between the lines, but can be read as a standalone; since there's no actual smut in the original story, i figured i should give my oc a nice epilogue) (W.C. 1.5K)

Once upon a time, I was convinced that romantic love was nothing more than an annoying distraction. It was like a stubborn pebble in my shoe, constantly irritating me and diverting my focus from what truly mattered.

With great ambitions driving me forward, I embraced the life of a workaholic sports journalist. I'd dreamed of this career for as long as I could remember, and I was determined to make it to the top. Nothing and no one could derail the carefully plotted course I had set for myself. Or so I thought.

But then, love snuck up on me when I least expected it, turning my world upside down. I found myself falling for someone who challenged my carefully constructed plans and made me question everything I thought I knew about myself. And as much as I tried to resist, I couldn't deny the magnetic pull drawing me closer to him.

As Valentine's Day approached, I reflected on how much had changed since that time when I thought love was nothing but a nuisance. Now, it is the very thing that brings color to my life. 

And as I prepared for a romantic dinner with the person who had stolen my heart, I felt nothing but gratefulness for the delightful chaos he had brought into my life.

We stepped into a cozy restaurant, the aroma of delicious food enveloped us, and I felt a flutter of excitement in my stomach. Valentine's Day dinner with Rúben – it is still surreal, like something out of a cheesy rom-com.

We plopped down at our table, and Rúben dove into the menu like it was a puzzle. Couldn't help but poke fun at him.

"Can't make up your mind, huh? Let me guess, torn between the steak and the seafood pasta." I teased, a smirk playing on my lips.

He glanced up, "Actually, I was thinking of going all in and ordering the entire dessert menu. You know, for research." He joked, his laughter contagious.

After dinner and a couple drinks, we decided to head back to Rúben's place. As we walked out of the restaurant, the crisp evening air hit us. We strolled side by side, our steps matching in rhythm, exchanging playful banter along the way. 

Eventually, we reached Rúben's apartment building, and he held the door open for me with a charming smile. I followed him inside. As we stepped into the elevator, the atmosphere shifted, a sense of excitement mingled with nerves. Our eyes met, and in that silent exchange, we both knew what was coming next.

The elevator ride felt like it lasted an eternity, the anticipation building with each passing floor. And when we finally reached Rúben's floor, the door to his apartment swung open, and we stepped inside. 

We stood there for a moment, taking in the scene before us, the air thick with anticipation. And as Rúben turned to face me, his eyes sparkling with desire, I knew that this was where I was meant to be.

"I'm so happy." He whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

"Yeah?" I replied, a smile spreading across my face. "Well, there are plenty of ways you can show me just how happy."

"I'll do my best." He answered, his eyes twinkling with excitement as he leaned in and planted a tender kiss on my forehead.

His touch sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire of desire within me. I nodded, unable to find the words to express the storm of emotions raging inside me. 

The atmosphere was charged with electricity, every glance and touch sending jolts of excitement through my veins. Rúben's eyes sparkled with desire as he guided me further into the room, his hand warm against mine. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, igniting a fire between us. We lost ourselves in each other's embrace. This was where I belonged – in Rúben's arms, surrounded by love and desire.

We surrendered to the intensity of our connection. Rúben's hands moved with purpose, exploring every inch of my body as if committing it to memory, each touch igniting a new wave of desire within me.

With practiced ease, he lifted me off my feet, his strong arms holding me close as he carried me towards the bedroom. I wrapped my arms around his neck, lost in the sensation of being so close to him, my heart racing with anticipation.

As he gently lowered me onto the bed, our eyes locked in a silent promise of passion and devotion.

His kisses became more intense, I could hear the rhythm of his breathing growing more rapid. His fingers curled around my hips, pulling me closer, pushing me further onto him. I whimpered as pleasure surged through me.

His hands continued their journey southward, tracing the curves of my body with skillful precision. The look in his eyes told me he was feeling the same wild need I was.

I arched my back, grinding my hips against him, letting him feel my desire. And the sensations only intensified as he teased my clit with his tongue, coaxing it into bloom. With every touch, with my body under his mercy, the room around me began to spin.

He parted my legs with his knee and buried his face between them, moaning as he kissed my inner thighs. In that moment I realized I could reach orgasm with just his lips caressing my most intimate flesh. I lost control. I cried out as ecstasy overwhelmed me.

Without warning, his mouth descended on mine again, seeking out the sweetness of my lips, inserting one finger inside of me. Then another one. I cried out in delight, pushing myself deeper onto his digits. His fingers worked relentlessly at their task. I let go of my inhibitions and gave myself over to his expert ministrations, gasping as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me.

Finally, after several moments of total bliss, I collapsed under him, breathless and spent.

He pulled away and smiled, cupping my cheek tenderly, gazing deeply into my eyes. 

My eyes were heavy as I stared into his; dark pools that bore an intensity I'd never seen before. There was a strange expression on his face, a combination of curiosity and wonder. It didn't take me long to realize that he was looking at me with complete adoration.

Cuddling with him, I could feel just how hard he was, laying on top of me. I smiled, still feeling a bit shaky after such a harsh orgasm, and placed my hand on his member. He looked at me with wonder.

"Are you sure you're ready to go on?" He asked, concern evident in his voice.

"Mmm, not really." I admitted, rubbing the bulge tentatively.

"Maybe I should give you a rest first." He leaned forward and licked my earlobe playfully.

"Oh, but I've been dreaming about this all day." I breathed into his ear.

He whispered back, "Well, who am I to deny you your dreams?"

His words sent a shiver down my spine, turning my knees weak. I reached up to pull him closer, craving the feel of his skin against mine. Then, before I knew what was happening, he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head.

It was like he possessed me. With just one swift motion, he pushed me backwards, then pressed himself firmly against me. He let out a low moan as he lifted my leg higher, curling me around his waist, penetrating me with one forceful thrust. The sensation was incredible. He reached behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tight.

As he slowly moved in and out of me, I heard the same soft sound of pleasure escape from both of us. I found myself getting lost in his deep brown eyes, forgetting where I was and everything else around me. My head fell back against his shoulder as he moved ever so slightly faster. It wasn't long before I came again.

But instead of slowing down or stopping, he picked up speed even more.

My heart raced as I surrendered to the whirlwind of sensations coursing through me. With each powerful thrust, I felt myself edging closer to the brink of losing my mind, my body trembling with ecstasy.

He whispered my name like a prayer, his breath hot against my ear as he drove me to the edge and beyond. I clung to him desperately, my nails digging into his skin as I rode the waves of pleasure crashing over me.

And then, in a crescendo of bliss, we reached the pinnacle together, our cries of release mingling in the air. 

We lay entwined in each other's arms, spent and breathless. In that moment, there was no past, no future, only the intense connection between us, binding us together. With him by my side, I was ready to face whatever challenges life threw our way, knowing that our love would always be our guiding light.

#rúben dias #football fanfic #football fic #ruben dias #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias fic

[semisutopia]

pairings: douxie x fem!reader

warnings: 5.1k word count, smut, name calling (baby, darling, love, pretty boy), making out, straddling, fingering, groping, saliva, hickeys, handjob, eating out, penetration (p in the v), thigh riding, cock riding,

as a writer, writing a romance novel, it's quite common to have a chapter that is completely devoted to sex. smut chapters are actually quite expected in romance books, especially when the main love interests are over 18.

so you sat on your bed, one leg crossed, one knee up, chin rested above it, and stared at the blank page on your laptop. make no mistake of course, you had plenty of, shall we say, unholy thoughts, but for whatever reason, you couldn't find inspiration. almost as if on cue, you heard a knock on your window. 

normally, living on the second floor would deter people from climbing up to your roof, but here, you must remember that hisirdoux was far from normal. you sighed and opened the window to let him in, "you know we have a door, right?".

as he climbed through the open window he responded, "i didn't want zoe to see me. your roommate doesn't exactly approve of me". you snickered, "yes i know, i told her not to. anyways, what do you want?". he leaned on the windowsill, "i felt like coming here. should i not have?".

any other time, you would've tried kicking him out immediately, but seeing as you couldn't get any work done, you decided letting him stay wasn't the worst idea, and decided to watch a movie together as there wasn't much else to do.

"corpse bride?". "yeah sure", you loaded the movie on your tv and walked to your bed. douxie sat at the head of the bed and motioned for you to come near him. you sat next to him but turns out that's not what he meant. he patted the space in between his legs and you gave him an 'are you serious' look. "please?".

damn it he's cute. you placed yourself in between his legs and his arms snaked themselves around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. you relaxed into his touch as the movie started, intertwining your hands with his. the butterflies in your stomach rising as he melted into your touch. 

you looked down at your linked hands, "wait why are you wearing a suit?", you turned to look at him. "ah well, there was this ceremony at school so we had to dress up" "remind me again why you keep going to school events when it's just your alias?". 

he chuckled, "there's not much else to do". "no of course not. it's not like you work two part-time jobs and are a full-time wizard or anything", you said, giggling a bit.

"well, if we're talking about dress codes, how come you're wearing the same skirt you wore last week to the party?". if you were being honest, you wore some lingerie underneath your short skirt and long t-shirt to try and spark something in your writing. 

"why can't i wear it?" "c'mon just tell me", he hugged you tighter. the butterflies came back. "i...i just wanted to spark up some inspiration for my writing" "and what exactly are you writing about?", you could tell he already knew the answer. and he knew exactly what he was doing. "you're really enjoying this, aren't you?" "absolutely".

"something similar to what happened at the party...in this skirt", flashbacks of last saturday flooded your mind as you closed your legs tightly, placing a hand above your skirt. "may i help with that?", he said, dangerously close to your ear. 

"just watch the movie", you tried focusing back on victor and his skeleton bride on the screen, but failed after a few minutes as you felt soft fingertips tracing along your thigh. you decided to ignore it...or try to, at least until he started softly kissing up your neck. 

he placed soft, long kisses along your nape, drawing small circles along your inner thigh, slowly rising higher. "what are you doing...doux?".

he heard you. oh, he definitely heard you, so he kissed you harder, sucking on your skin, and his hand groping your thigh more, other hand on your waist, traveling to your hip. 

both of you were clearly not paying attention to the movie anymore but it didn't matter. 

your hand traveled up to his hair and tugged on it slightly. he hummed in response. soon enough, his fingers reached under your skirt and started touching the lace of your panties. 

you sucked in a sharp breath as his index finger circled your folds. you pulled harder on his hair to stop yourself from being vocal, but that only made him let out a moan, himself. 

fuck that was hot. soon enough, his second finger reached your clit. then his third, and you finally gave in, vocalizing your appreciation. you didn't want him to stop. actually, no, that was incorrect. you wanted more. 

you removed your hand from his hair and brought it down to his chin, lifting his head up from your neck and brought his lips to your own. his right hand came up to your ribcage under your shirt and you shivered at his cold touch. his left hand still playing with you under your skirt. 

you moaned softly into his mouth, eliciting him to bite your bottom lip. this whole thing felt like a positive feedback loop; one of you moans only for the other to react in the same way, and over again. 

"doux..", you seperated for air and leaned your forehead against his. he removed his hand from under your skirt and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. his hand not leaving your face, and making its way down to your neck. "hm?" "please could we⏤", he kissed you abruptly. you responded immediately. you parted and opened your eyes only to see him looking back at you, eyes glossy with desperation. 

you smirked and turned around to face him. you connected your lips again and placed your knee between his legs, making him groan. you placed your hands on his chest to support yourself and he held you by the waist. "turn the tv off, please", he broke the kiss and went back down to your neck. you took the remote from the bedside table and switched the tv off.

you were getting more light headed as he kept kissing you, his hand travelled down to your thigh, gripping it tightly. you rocked your hips back and forth slightly as you hummed into his ear the more he nipped at your soft skin. you were driving him crazy and he wanted so much more of you. he wanted all of you. "pl..please y/n you're driving me mad" "what do you think you're doing to me?".

you pulled away from him, "give me your tie". normally, he would have asked why but he simply complied and started loosening his necktie, in the most attractive way possible. he removed it and gave it to you. you took it and smashed your lips into his. "fuck", he mumbled into your mouth. "you're really something, yknow that", he asked, rhetorically, when you broke away. 

you smiled again and got off his lap, walking to your door and placing the tie on the door handle. "what's that supposed to do?", he asked, walking up behind you now. you faced him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "it tells zoe not to bother us", you said and pulled him back into a kiss. "smart girl", he murmured. 

he guided you towards the foot of the bed and sat you down. "can i touch you?", he pleaded, not taking his lips off yours, "please?".

you remembered how he touched you before and rubbed your thighs together at the thought of him doing it again. you hummed into his mouth and mumbled, "yes please". his hand moved down to your thigh and rose up slowly, reaching the hem of your skirt, and tugging on it slightly. 

you removed your skirt for him, leaving your legs cold and barren, only wearing your panty. your pretty, lace, black panty. to be frank, the day after last saturday's party, you and zoe went shopping and stopped at the lingerie store. you bought a set of black lingerie specifically for him, not that you'd ever admit it. 

his lips parted from yours as he looked down at the pool he created between your legs, and smirked as you tried rubbbing your thighs again to create friction. "do you really want me to touch you, darling?", he whispered in your ear. 

you gasped as he bit down on your neck, forming a purple mark, similar to what he did last week. his index finger hooked the string of your panty and slowly pulled down. you shivered at the cold air hitting your folds. his lips were still attached to your neck, but his fingers found your opening and rubbed around your clit. "doux..hurry u..up", you breathed. 

he went back up to your ear and whispered, huskily, "patience, sweetheart". your titled your head back a bit and breathed out. without any more hesitation, he inserted his first digit into you, getting a loud gasp from you. soon, his second, and then his third, just like before. 

your moans were melodious to him. you pulled his head back up and kissed him as his other hand roamed under your shirt. he pumped faster, his long fingers hitting just the right spot. "doux fuck~", you moaned as you threw your head back in pleasure. he loved seeing you like this. moaning his name, his fingers in you. he was the one giving you pleasure. fuck, it was turning him on. though, to be fair, almost anything you did turned him on. 

he tried surpressing his own moans to not drown yours out, that he loved hearing. 

a heat started filling your lower stomach. the kind that was going to flush out of you soon, very soon. he dipped down to kiss and suck on your collarbones, sliding the loose shirt off your shoulders. "doux i'm- fuck. d-doux", you started growing light headed as his pace increased. 

he knew you were going to climax, and he wanted you to. but not with his fingers. he removed his fingers quickly, robbing you of an orgasm.  "hisirdoux, i swear to god, if you don't let me come", he attached his lips to yours quickly, and started moving down. 

kissing your neck, your collarbones, lifting your shirt up to kiss the place right under your boobs, and he kept going down. kissing lower and lower until he reached your clit again. you sucked in a breath and carded your hand through his dyed locks. 

he held both of your thighs tightly, like he was trying to keep you from running away, not that you ever would. and started kissing the spot right above your knee, going up slowly. the higher he got, the sloppier his kisses became. 

he placed open mouthed kisses up your inner thighs. "doux...", you whined. he didn't raise his head but you could practically hear his smirk. finally, he reached your folds. he kissed around your clit and you moaned, tugging his hair as a result. "pl..please doux", you wanted him. you wanted him to eat you out so bad. and he complied, inserting his tongue in your folds. licking and kissing you, the sounds of wet skin became louder. 

not as loud as you were moaning though. you knew that this was horrible for his ego but you couldn't help it. he had a way of making you feel so damn good. 

"fuck baby", his words vibrated in your pussy, sending you even higher. you arched your back as he gripped your thighs even harder. you moans became higher in pitch as you were nearing your climax again. 

"you better let me come this time, casperan", you said. he chuckled, deeply and kissed you harder, in the perfect spot. "aah! d..do that again. please", you pleaded. and he did, and again. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, moaning in ecstasy. 

"i'm cl-close..", you said, pulling on his hair harder now. "cum for me, darling. please", he mumbled against your lips. you let out a final moan as you hit your limit. you exhaled a shuddered breath as you opened your eyes to see him wiping his lips, smirking. 

it just hit you what happened and you quickly covered your vagina with your shirt, trying to not make eye-contact with him. he rose, slowly, and leaned in close to you, lifting your chin up with his finger. "was that not good for you, love?", he asked, fully knowing the answer. you had a hard time focusing on him and your legs were quivering. he leaned in close to your ear and said, "i think you liked it", sending a shiver up your spine. 

he placed his right hand in between your thighs and carressed it slightly. he knew he was in control here, but not for long. you pulled him back into a kiss and slid your hand down his shirt, slowly. you reached his belt and went even lower to place your palm on his erection. you could feel his dick twitch inside his pants and you smirked into the kiss. 

you started rubbing his bulge, eliciting him to groan into your mouth. you bit down on his lower lip and slid your tongue into his mouth. he couldn't have asked for anything better, but he got it anyways. 

you started unbuckling his belt and took it off slowly. undoing his pants, you parted from the kiss. you looked at him, eyes closed, he bit his lip slightly to keep from moaning. you went to the shell of his ear and kissed it once, "sit down". he did as told.

you placed yourself on his thigh and locked eyes. now, this wasn't a competition but neither of you wanted to look away. his eyes were filled with longing. he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him a few minutes ago. he was the first one to break as you started palming him over his boxers. "fuck", he mumbled, barely over a whisper. you slid down his underwear and he broke free. 

you had assumed that he would be an average length but no, a solid nine inches of slender, throbbing, cock sprung free. you leaned in and kissed him again. his hands went up to your waist, under your shirt and he slipped his tongue into your mouth. you moaned as he sucked on your tongue with his own. you delicately touched the tip of his cock, smiling at how he twitched at that. 

"so sensitive...", you mumbled into the kiss. you traced your fingers softly over his length. he knew why you were teasing him, the same way he did to you. but fuck, he wanted you. he needed you to touch him. 

"pl..ease y/n", he breathed. you stroked him along his length, circling his tip at times. he threw his head back as you pumped him faster. you couldn't help but smile at how good you were making him feel. 

you decided to buck your hips back and forth on his thigh to drive him over the edge. and it worked. you were driving him crazy. his mind started to fog as you were grinding against his thigh. to add insult to injury, you started moaning too, being stimulated in a lovely way by riding his thigh. the friction against your clit was perfect. 

he honestly didn't know how much more of this he could take. but he didn't want to come. not just yet. he wanted the feeling of your warm hand on his cock. he wanted the feeling of your wet pussy grinding against his thigh. he wanted to hear your moans as you pleasured not only him, but yourself too. 

unfortunately, his body couldn't take it anymore as his dick started twitching more, signaling his soon release. "i think i...i'm cumming- fuck-", he was a stuttering mess. and you loved it.

"go on, pretty boy", you said out loud and leaned in close to his ear. "cum for me", you whispered into his ear and kissed it. that was truly it for him. he groaned and felt his release coming in a few seconds. with a final touch to his tip, he reached his release and came in your hand. with that, he layed down on the bed, exhaling hard. 

with your newfound confidence, you took off your shirt and wiped the white liquid on it, before throwing it your floor. you leaned forward and placed your hands on his abdomen to support yourself, "douxie?". 

he opened his eyes and they widened in surprise, seeing you on top on him, in a lacy, black bralette, so loose that the strap was coming down your shoulder, that innocent look in your eyes. you weren't innocent, not by a long shot. and he knew that. but he wanted to corrupt you. he threw his head back as your hands started tracing up his shirt, undoing his buttons. 

when you reached the top most button, you leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "can you fuck me?", you kissed his ear, "please?", and again, moving down to his collarbones. he was stunned. you were just covering your wet pussy with your t-shirt a while ago, and now you've asked him such a bold request. not that he was going to decline. 

he grabbed your hip with one hand and your face with the other. he turned your face towards him and he crashed your lips into his, getting a moan out of you. he was getting hard already, and you were probably wetter than ever. you did mean it. you wanted him to fuck you. and he did too. his other hand went down to your thigh and started trailing back up. 

it was these moments when he touched you that reminded you how you were feeling. and right now, you were still a bit embarressed. you had barely rode him and you were still so wet. throbbing and pulsing, he inserted one finger into you again. you gasped into the kiss. 

he was done being teased and was ready to be in control again. he flipped you over so he was on top, and inserted his second finger into you. you tried rubbing your thighs together but he put his hand in between your legs. "now now, darling. i thought you wanted me to fuck you". his hand trailed up to stop right under your bra. he leaned in and kissed the spot. then bit it softly, sucking on the spot to leave it dark red. 

you were in a frenzy. his slender fingers were still pumping in and out of you, he was still giving you hickeys along your rib cage and stomach. you arched your back and threw your head back. 

"pl...please fuck me- doux..". he chuckled again, inserting his third finger, trying to drive you to the edge. "st-stop playing with me", you stuttered, completely a mess. 

"cum for me, lovely", he said, and kissed you up your stomach until he reached your bralet lace. "f-fuck~", you were close. you wanted to climax. and his fingers were working their magic on you. 

you had to finish. you had to cum. so you did. you gripped the bedsheet as you released, your back lowering from an arched position as your legs started shaking slightly. 

he stared at your cum on his fingers before licking it off with his tongue. god, his tongue can do wonders. "you still want me to fuck you, y/n?", he asked, staring at your shaking legs. 

"please", you pleaded. you were the desperate one now. and fuck, it turned him on. seeing you under him, legs shaking, covered in hickeys, and still gripping the bedsheet. all because of him. 

it took you by surprise when he took out a condom from his pocket and opened it with his mouth. "you brought a fucking condom?", you asked, partially rhetorically. "i didn't bring it. adam slipped it in my pocket when i told him i was coming here", you laughed a bit. adam was always rooting for the two of you. now that you thought about it, it was adam's idea to have the both of you parttake in seven minutes in heaven at the party. goddammit. well, in this case, you were sort of glad he medled. 

"do you not want me to use it?", he asked, he stopped putting it on halfway. "no no. use it", he smiled and put it on fully. you sat up slightly to kiss him, to which he gladly returned. you peeled off his shirt and then took off your own bralette. 

you were completely naked in front of him. fuck, if it was even possible, he got even harder. before even touching you, he threw his head back and bit his lip. "fuck" "what?", you thought you did something wrong. he went down to your chest and kissed you around your nipple, his hands pulling you closer by your waist, "you're gonna be the fucking death of me, y/n". you rolled your eyes. partly because of his comment, but mainly because his kisses felt so good. 

you held his shoulders and layed back down, pulling you with him to the point where he was hovering over you. you took him by the chin and connected you lips into a very sloppy kiss. 

"can i?", he asked into the kiss. you mumbled a verification, not breaking away and gasped when he started inserting himself into you. "fuck- doux!", you moaned as he inserted his full length. "you okay?", he asked after giving you a minute to adjust to him. "fuck..", that was the only thing to could say. without moving at all, he was already hitting your g-spot. "y-yeah, i'm good..", he leaned into you and kissed you again. 

your tongues moved in sync, just as your bodies did. after a few minutes, you needed air and broke apart from him, a string of saliva connects your lips. you cried out as his hand reached your clit, rubbing it slightly. as if his dick wasn't enough, you were in a state of pure euphoria. "f-fuck, does this feel good, love?" you wanted to ride him. you wanted to be on top. so you placed your hands on his shoulder blades and flipped him over. 

to say he was surprised would be an understatement. his eyes widened as they came back into focus. he always thought you were beautiful. gorgeous. but god, you were so pretty like this. he threw his head back, gripping your sides with his hands as you rode him. he loved this. no, that was an understatement. he never wanted this to end. you riding him, he loved seeing the marks he left on you, your boobs bouncing slightly as you picked up the pace. fuck he loved this. 

you ghosted your fingertips over his v-line , he sucked in a sharp breath. "i love when you touch me, sweetheart" "is that so?", you asked as you lowered yourself to kiss him along his lean figure. he was extremely thin, but toned. you placed kisses along the valley of his abs and it drove him mad. 

he groaned and moaned your name the more you did it, occasionally biting him and licking over the spot immediately after. you asked him to sit up and he did so, moaning as you both were reaching your climax. 

you pulled him into a kiss and he recirpocated, before going lower and kissing down your boobs again. your head rolled back as he sucked on your breast. "i-i'm close" "can i..", he looked at you now, "..inside you?". you smiled and kissed him again, "of course.", you whispered in his ear, "i'm all yours, baby". he threw his head back for the hundreth time tonight at your voice. it was angelic to him. and when you moaned, he felt like he would die right then and there. 

you felt his dick twitch inside you, knowing he was close. "can you cum doux. inside me. please?", you asked, kissing his neck. he did as told and came inside you. you followed suit a few minutes later, arching your back as you hit your orgasm. 

you removed yourself from him and sat on his thighs, he was still holding you up. "that was...something", he mumbled as he rested your foreheads together. "yeah..". you couldn't verbalize how great that was. were you selfish if you wanted more? maybe his tongue again. you had forgotten how good his tongue made you feel. but you knew you couldn't do anything for the next few minutes. your pussy was still wet, but swollen from everything you had done. besides, you couldn't just ask him, right? 

you both sat in silence for a few minutes, still hugging each other and covered in a thin layer of sweat, even though the ac was on. he abruptly gave you a quick peck on the lips and said, "i'm gonna go to the bathroom okay?", you nodded and got off his lap. he put his pants back on and walked to the bathroom. 

you threw yourself back on your head, facing the ceiling. you sighed heavily and closed your eyes, thinking about everything that took place, eyes shooting open when you recalled his tongue. that felt so good. the way he gripped your thighs tightly. the way his tongue circled in and around your clit. the way he parted your folds with his mouth. you didn't think you could get so wet this quickly, but you wanted it. you wanted him. 

you reached down your stomach, grazing your hips, and your inner thighs. you sucked in a breath as your fingers reached your clit. you rubbed on your bud, whimpering a bit as you rubbed your thighs together. you were so wet that you could insert a finger with no problems, but that wasn't enough. you gripped the bedsheet above your head as you put in two more fingers, gasping slightly. your eyes closed, tightly as you arched your back again. 

you pumped your fingers in and out the same way douxie had done and circled inside your pussy. you wanted to moan, so bad, but you didn't want him to hear you. you bit down on your lips, eyes rolling to the back of your hand as you touched yourself more. you were in a trance and moaned out, "fuck- doux.. mmh j..just like that..please". you were so close to your climax that you didn't even hear the bathroom door opening between your moans. 

your eyes remained close and your toes curled as you were going to come again.  "aah! mm-fuck!", you cried out as you hit your release. your knees started shaking as you lowered them. "fuck", you exhaled, opening your eyes. "thanks for the show, darling", you neck snapped in the direction of his voice. he was standing against your wall, leaning with his arms crossed. fuck he was hot. he was standing shirtless, in his suit pants. 

your lowered your arms to cover your swollen pussy, dripping with your juices. "h-how long were you standing there?", he started walking towards you, "long enough". he stood at the foot of the bed again and dragged you close to him by your legs, leaning down to kiss the shell of your ear. "do you want me to touch you again?", he asked. you wanted to tell him off for staring at you, touching yourself. but fuck, you wanted him to touch you again. "y-yes please", you stuttered as he placed open mouthed kisses along your neck, going down to your collarbones. 

"hm, how?", his voice rang through your ears as he kissed your breast, biting it slightly, going down to your rib cage. he made you a stuttering mess, "w..with your tongue...please, doux...i want⏤", a gasp escaped you as he started sucking on the inside of your thigh. 

"whatever you want, my love", he gripped your thighs like he did before. his lips reached your pussy. still soaking and red. "w-wait doux. too s..soon", you tried saying but he started kissing your clit anyway. he hummed against your folds, the vibrations driving you crazy. "f..fuck doux. pl..please mmh~", you decided it was useless trying to retalliate so you just enjoyed it. 

he made you feel so good. and he loved it. he looked up slightly to see your head thrown back, eyes closed, and back curved. he was doing this to you. he was making you feel this good. and he loved it. his tongue slipped in and out of your pussy, wet with cum and arousal. 

he loved the taste of your slick. it tasted so sweet to him. you tasted so sweet to him. "fuck", he mumbled into your pussy, "you taste so good, baby". 

"i'm c..cumming. d-doux w..w -ah!", he picked up the pace as he started sucking on your folds. the sound of wet skin slapping against his tongue filled the room."go on, love, cum", you did as told, reaching your climax for the fourth time because of him. 

he kissed your clit one last time before raising his head. you lifted his chin and connected your lips together, quite forcefully, unconcerned with where his mouth was a few seconds ago. 

this kiss was different than before. it was not filled with lust or longing, but with passion and understanding. you seperated and placed your heads together. "you're really good at that", you were the first to speak. he chuckled a bit before taking your hand from his face and planting a kiss to the back of it. "i'm glad you enjoyed it, y/n".

"y/n! can you come here?", you heard zoe's voice call you from her room. you laughed at douxie's horrified expression. "relax, she's not gonna kill you" "are you sure?" "well, she might when i tell her, but for now, no she won't. so i suggest leaving", you hand made a shooing motion. 

he quickly put his shirt back on, only doing three buttons as your put on a new shirt and underwear. "just a minute, zo", you called out so she wouldn't get suspicious.

"what about my tie?", he asked, before going out the window again. "i'll give it to you tomorrow", you kissed him on the lips briefly, "now go!". he smiled and pecked your forehead before wishing you a good night and going out the same way he came in. 

he was a great muse.

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[b1ueoff1ine]

"Do It"

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Avenger!Loki x Villain!Reader

Summary: When forced to kill you with a knife, Loki refuses to do it and instead stabs himself in the chest.

Warnings: HELLA ANGST. Enemies to Lovers. (Let me know if I missed any!)

A/N: eeeeee i'm excited about how this came out! also send me some requests! I have nothing to write! next part coming soon! anyone wanna be tagged?

WC: 1.2k

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You flew around the side of the tall building, your wings lifting you effortlessly above the ground below.

But then you ran head first into the Avengers ship, snapping one of your wings.

Thor, the God of Thunder, flew with his hammer from where he was waiting below and grabbed your form with his wide arm span. It made your broken wing sting at the force of his grip.

All of the sudden you were on the ship and headed to the Avengers tower.

When you arrived, there was the whole of the Avengers crew in wait.

You squirmed in the grasp of the great Asgardian Thor. His brother was not far away, eyeing you with an emotion you were unfamiliar with.

"Let me go!" You hissed at Thor. He merely tightened his grip, making your wings hurt.

You were the winged villain, of whom was called the Fallen Angel, that had terrorized the city for ages. You were immortal like the Asgardian brothers, almost as strong.

But your strength was nothing compared to Thor's. He overpowered you in every way. That's what made you hate him so much.

You squirmed even more, but your wings hurt in doing so. So you stopped, no longer fighting his grip.

"Finally deciding to behave, are you?" Thor scoffed.

You gave one last resistant squirm before completely going still.

You gazed at Loki from where you were, curiosity filling your eyes. He cocked an eyebrow at you.

Your eyes said everything. They told him how you regretted what you had done and that you wanted to atone for what you had done. But no one would believe you. Nor him. He did have a villainous past, after all.

"Brother, let me take care of this." Loki spoke.

You had never met the Asgardian brothers before. You had seen them from afar, but never actually met them. You instantly found Loki's voice soothing and kind.

His voice sent chills down your spine. Thor seemed to sense the shivers, for he passed you off to Loki. Thor must have thought you were afraid of Loki.

You squirmed in Loki's hands, but this time you held back from using your true strength. You knew Loki was kind, but he was also ruthless. He could kill you if he wanted to. He used his magic to hide from you the path he took.

When you could see again, Loki was looking at you through a darkened glass panel. You were sitting in a large cell, nothing but white walls and a large glass panel separating you from the rest of the Avengers tower.

He seemed to be staring you down through the glass.

"LOKI!" You screeched. "Let me OUT of here!"

"I can't do that. You're a danger to New York." He replied, looking smug as ever.

"I'll get out of here- I'm warning you." You sneered

"I dont doubt that. Your strength exceeds mine." He said. You knew what he said was true. You were stronger. But that didnt mean you would kill him when you escaped. You closed your eyes. He was... different than the others. He was kinder. At least, kinder to you. He used a soft and warm tone when speaking to you, and he never, ever, raised his voice around you.

It made you curious. But it also drew you in. You couldn't resist his charms. He was different than every other Avenger.

You could tell he was new to the Avengers- you could hear everything that happened in the tower with your enhanced hearing.

You often overheard conversations between the Avengers speaking of how they didnt trust him and that he had only been with them a short time.

You opened your eyes as you heard the scuff of Loki's feet on the ground. He was turning around and walking away, shaking his head.

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Loki walked away from the prisoner, silently shedding tears. He had watched every movement the Fallen Angel made, longing to be in there with her.

Ever since he first learned of her and saw her beauty, he wanted her.

He wanted her so bad.

It was painful to think about her suffering. So he didn't do it often.

He considered letting her loose and claiming it wasnt him. But she wouldn't understand his true intentions. So he left, his thoughts filled with the winged villain.

But his era of calmness was short lived. For he had orders to execute her at sundown.

"But why do I have to do it? She could kill me before I even got the chance." Loki said, just thinking of all the possible ways to get out of killing her.

"She has nowhere near the strength you have, I think you'll be able to. And besides, how else are you going to prove your loyalty to us?" Tony said, staring Loki in the eyes.

"Oh, please. Like I could defeat the Goddess of Flight."

"Goddess of Flight, eh? No match for the God of Mischief."

"Pfft. I think you're confused." Loki scoffed. "Its the other way around. I, even with all my magic, am nothing compared to her strength."

"If you say so. But she'll be contained, don't you worry about her killing you. There is no one else to do it- and no one else has to prove their loyalty."

"Fine." Loki sighed. A billion thoughts raced through his brain.

I have to kill her. I cant not kill her- the team would most likely sentence me to life in a God-proof cell. But I couldn't live with myself if I killed her.

I have to. That was his last thought before he entered the cell and summoned his signature glowing green blade.

It was time.

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Loki raised the glowing green blade above his head, ready to strike.

He stared into the Fallen Angel's eyes as he waited for a reaction.

None came. Only a single tear, rolling down her face.

"Do it. " She snarled at him, staring him directly in the eyes. "Kill me. Go ahead. I'm begging you- kill me."

That's when he knew. That's when he knew he couldn't do it.

She was begging him for death- something he could never provide her.

So instead of bringing the glowing green blade down on her, he instead let his arm fall half way till it rested in front of his heart.

A single tear fell from his face.

The crew was all standing in front of the glass, waiting for him to make the kill.

But then he plunged the blade into his own chest.

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[meshlasolus]

House Of Memories (2/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: bullying, jealousy, fluff (more of young Obi-Wan being sweet)

Summary: Some of the other younglings in the Temple have bullied you for your abilities, but the council never sees it. Obi-Wan takes matters into his own hands.

A/n: This has also been in my drafts a while, but I decided to make some changes to it and the next chapter to ensure that it will end up where I want it by the time we get to the good stuff...

Words: 2.3k (getting longer I promise)

Gifted. From a young age the only way people would describe you was with that word. Since Obi-Wan and Qui Gon brought you to Coruscant, you'd begun your training as a youngling, and everyone saw your gifts with the force. Such a brilliant young mind, and yet, people somehow forgot how young you actually were. It was horribly hard when Master Yoda decided to move you into a group with older younglings. You were but six years old, and though your force abilities were great, the social repercussions had not been thought about, and therefore took a toll on you instantly.

The older younglings, though instructed time and time again to be kind, were flooded with jealousy. They couldn't handle the idea that one youngling was above all the rest, above them. They were still children after all, and though they still held innocent minds, they also held very gray shadows in their heads of what was wrong and right. They showed cruelty, and selfishness between every lesson, when the Masters were not looking.

You had been shoved to the ground more times than you can count. You were made fun of and belittled by boys four years older, which seemed pitiful on their part, looking back. They never seemed to get caught, and whenever you retaliated, using your force abilities, you were always sent to Master Windu to either be reprimanded, or for punishment. Normally when you were sad about these things, you would try and escape supervision so you could go find Obi-Wan. He always talked with you and made it better. Sometimes he sang with you a little song you both made up in your first month here. He was off world last you were told, and you didn't know when he would be back.

Sitting with your back against the wall, a tired Master watched over you in the hallway, while a meeting was being held inside the council room to decide whether or not you would continue your training. You were oblivious to this fact, however. For all the things they threw at you, allowing you to know something this important was not on their list.

You wanted desperately to know what they were saying about you behind those walls. It had to be about you, or they wouldn't have brought you here in the first place. You thought maybe it was just going to be another reprimand, or lecture of how violence against other younglings is wrong, and you seem to have been doing a lot of it, despite the warnings to stop. Then they sat you down here, telling you to wait, and you couldn't bear it any longer. The Master assigned to look after you had begun nodding off, clearly having had a long day already. Her eyes were dropping steadily, and you knew she wasn't paying any attention to you.

You did your best to mask your signature, before letting it enter the room to hear the conversation. It was fuzzy at first, and you weren't sure what to make of it. Some of the words were big, and you didn't understand them. Then came a sentence from Master Malli that you understood very well.

"We could very well return her to the planet she came from."

Fear racked your brain when you heard that. It didn't settle your nerves any less to hear Windu's response.

"It is not in her best interest to return her to a slave camp, however, if she is to be placed somewhere, it should be where she can do no harm. It is clear she harbors anger and aggression. Those two things don't mix well with powers of the force."

You withdrew your signature from the room immediately, panic beginning to rise up. You didn't understand, you were too young. You didn't know what these feelings you had were. Emotions flood out of you all at once, uncontrolled and flailing about.

You felt like you couldn't breathe. Your tummy turned like you were sick, and your head became fuzzy. You needed to get out of here.

You jumped up from your place against the wall, running like your life depended on it. You ran from hallway to hallway, taking turns you didn't know existed until now. Though you had been here for nearly three years now, it was quite evident that you hadn't been in every part of the temple.

You started crying about a minute into your endeavor, trying your best to mask your tears as you went rapidly. No one seemed to notice you going by, probably for the guard you put around your signature, that you had yet to let down. You didn't want anyone to know how afraid you were. Jedi were not supposed to be afraid. It was one of the teachings you remembered the most. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, and hate leads to destruction. You couldn't help but be afraid, though. It was a scary thing, to realize you might be stripped from your home, to be taken from a place you've become comfortable in. You may never see your Masters again. You may never see Obi-Wan again. Of all the people you'd ever met, which wasn't many, you liked him the most. He was always nice to you, looking after you and talking to you when you were sad, and sang you your song to make you feel better. He let you sit by him in the library while he read the Jedi texts, listening to the words through his head. You would certainly be sad to never see him again.

You finally rounded a familiar corner, finding your place of solitude, and entering it quickly, before anyone could see you. You kept the guard up around your force signature, so that no one could find you, or make you leave.

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The first thing Obi-Wan saw when he returned to the temple was mild hysteria among his colleagues. Master Qui Gon had immediate business to tend to in the city upon arrival, so Obi-Wan was on his own in walking along the hallways, trying to figure out what on earth could possibly be going on.

"What's happened here?" He approached the council, which had congregated again in the hallway. His tone was firm, eyebrows furrowed, as he hadn't learned the seriousness of the situation.

"We seem to have lost track of the youngling you brought back," Master Windu said, his voice thrashed from all the arguing he had done today. He never used your name, which put a slight itch under Obi-Wan's skin.

"What do you mean 'lost track of?'" Obi-Wan was a bit more alarmed of the situation but knew that perhaps you were hiding from the council again. He knew whatever he said in your defense didn't make a difference to them, still he always knew of your troubles with them.

"Run away, she has," Master Yoda chimed in this time, allowing Obi-Wan to greet him with a bow. "Find her we cannot."

Obi-Wan sighed, dropping his head momentarily as he thought to himself. He already knew where you were and figured he should probably say something.

"Have you checked the west wing library?" He suggested, a slight chuckle in his voice this time.

"Young Kenobi, we have checked every room, nook, and crevice of this temple. If she is here, she is shielding her signature so we cannot detect her presence. We have search teams venturing into the neighboring areas outside, just in case she got out. If she were to harm any citizens, it would end poorly," Windu replied. Obi-Wan couldn't help but grin at his description of violence by your hand. Like you were some horrible Sith Lord, capable of bringing a city to their knees. A literal six-year-old.

"She's not dangerous," he let out. He knew there was little he could say that would help, but he still couldn't believe Mace Windu thought of you as he did. It was ridiculous really.

"She could be if we don't find her. You are more in tune with her force signature than anyone here, and she trusts you. You need to start looking for her if we are to have any chance of a restful night this evening." Master Windu was exasperated from all of today's events, and it was evident in his tone. Obi-Wan figured the man might be horribly angry with you if he were to find you, so he would keep your location a secret for now, only until he could ask you what this was all about.

He left with a nod and a bow, going the direction he came, turning down the hallway that would lead him into the west wing.

When he arrived at the library, he passed the old archive shelves, making his way to the very back, where his favorite desk sat. It was by an old, unkept wall, and had very few other desks around it. He knew he was at the right place when he heard soft sniffles coming from the area. He knelt down by the old creaky wall panel, knocking three times before receiving a soft 'go away' for an answer.

His heart dropped at how sad you sounded. What had the council done this time to make you cry? Clearly it was bad enough since you were still hiding.

"It's just me," he said, sitting down and crossing his legs to wait.

The panel slid open only enough for you to peak your eyes through and see that it was, in fact, just him.

"You're back," You opened the panel all the way, letting him see that you'd been sitting curled up like this for probably the last few hours. How pitiful.

"I'm back," he said, using his cloak to wipe some of the tears and snot from your face. Your eyes were red and puffy, and you looked in complete disarray. "What's wrong?"

You tried to curl back into yourself, but he branched his signature out to you, and it was always so comforting, so you let it in, letting it relax you to an extent.

"They're going to send me away."

As soon as you said the words, your eyes filled with tears again, and he wasn't going to have any of that. He tried getting you out of the vent and into the chair by the desk, and you barely cooperated, but eventually you sat like he wanted you to.

"No one's going to send you away, I'm sure of it," he said gently, trying his best to calm you down. "Who said they would send you away?"

"I heard Master Windu and Master Malli talking about it, because they think I'm being mean to the other younglings."

He hated the way tears kept coming down your face, but he had to ask you more questions if he was to in any way console you.

"Little one, have you told Master Yoda how the other younglings treat you?" It was a simple enough question, yet you could not for the life of you find an answer.

You shook your head rapidly, choking out sobs he could barely stand to hear. He again wiped your face with his cloak, removing the stuck strands of hair from your face.

"Please don't cry, little one, I won't let them send you away. I promise," he said, trying his best to let his force guide yours to a sense of relief and calm. "Why don't we take some deep breaths?"

"Okay," you said, sniffling away some tears that were still remaining. You tried to breath in the way he was, overexaggerated with his shoulders raising so that you could see the gentle rhythm. It took a few tries, but you were starting to calm down. He started to smile, seeing that he had helped you a bit.

"See? No need to worry. I will talk with Master Yoda and see if I can do anything to sort this out," he wiped away one last stray tear that had stuck to your cheek, this time with the tip of his thumb.

"Obi?" Your voice was hoarse by now, but still as small and sweet as before.

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry for hiding again."

He chuckled once and stood up, helping you off the chair and taking your small hand, ready to lead you back to your room for the night.

"It's okay little one, but you may need to find a new spot, I think I gave this one away."

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After making sure you were settled in bed and tucked in properly, Obi-Wan walked out to the hallway, seeing Master Yoda waiting for him upon his exit.

"Young Kenobi, a word I need with you," he began, walking slowly down the corridor while leaning on his crutch. "About the young one it is."

"Of course, Master."

"Your conversation in the archives, I was listening to," he continued, glancing at Obi-Wan with a pride of sorts. "Understand her troubles, I do."

"I wasn't aware you had heard," Obi-Wan was being honest. He hadn't meant for anyone to hear those words except you.

"Hmm," Yoda smiled, nodding along as they came to an open hallway. "Much to teach her, you have. Your padawan, she will one day be."

Obi-Wan felt a swell of happiness at the words. He was already sure that one day he would train you, because you were practically the only child he could ever stand to be around for more than a few minutes. Not to say he was bad with children, he just didn't understand them very well.

"I hope to be granted a chance at the trials within a few years, Master Yoda. Hopefully then I can begin her training. The only thing I am concerned over is her current situation."

The small green being chuckled at his enthusiasm. He didn't believe he'd seen young Kenobi so eager for anything in his life,

"Place her in her old age group, I will. Help to avoid the trouble, I hope it does."

And with that, he was off, hobbling around the corner and leaving Obi-Wan to venture back to his apartment in the temple. When he stumbled into the split complex after his usual time, he had some explaining to do to Master Qui Gon.

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[boliv-jenta]

Joel Miller x f!reader. No age gap. Reader is in her 50's too.

Warnings: bad language, smut, P in V sex. Voyeurism?

WC:2.2k in total.

I had an idea about Joel and reader being stuck listening to a young couple having sex while protecting them. I couldn't decide which way to write it, so I wrote five different versions.

Cabin Fever

"We're good. We're safe here. You take the bedroom upstairs. We'll stay down here." Joel settled in your temporary house guests. 

The cabin was a fair size and pretty well fortified. The Jackson patrols used it often if they had any doubts about making it the last leg home before nightfall. The infected didn't usually bother making the climb this far so it was a good place to hold up for the night.

The young couple that you and Joel picked up had been on the far end of the patrol perimeter. Just where the snow was beginning to thaw. A few stray infected had cornered them. Luckily, you and Joel had been there to bring them to safety. The young couple thanked you both again before heading upstairs. About fifteen minutes later the unmistakable sounds of sex filled the air above you and Joel. Joel grumbled before turning over and going asleep. His body next to you provided some warmth as usual but not as much as you would like....

#1

"Jesus. Are they at it again?" Joel groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. The wafer thin mattress shifted under him as he turned to face you, knowing that wouldn't be sleeping through that racket.

"More like 'at it still'. They never stopped." A smirk ghosted your lips. "Oh to be young and in love."

"We're young." Joel shot at you.

"Tell that to my back."

"Your back is better than my knees."

The rhythmic shifting of the furniture above you sped up. Joel cleared his throat. "They know we're down here. You think they'd show their elders some respect."

"Oh, come on." You nudged him with your shoulder. "They nearly died. They're happy to be alive. They're celebrating life."

"I don't mind them celebrating. I just wish they'd do it a little quieter." He grunted turning onto his side and nestling further into his folded pillow.

"Quieter? Are you one of those people that doesn't make a sound during sex?" You needled him.

"What? I…I…" he started to laugh. "I make an appropriate amount of noise during sex, thank you!"

"An appropriate amount? Joel Miller you hussy!" You teased.

"Alright! Enough." He returned your nudge to the shoulder. 

"I'm curious though, what is an appropriate amount?" You were face to face with him now, with a hope that this might actually be the time you and Joel cross the line and do something more than flirty banter.

"Maybe I'll show you sometime." He leaned closer.

"Yeah..?" You moved to meet him.

As your lips parted he pulled back. "I should buy you dinner first though. I don't want people to talk about me. There's a rumour going round that I'm a hussy."

"Come here, Miller." You grabbed a handful of his shirt to close the gap between you. You soon made some noises of your own.

#2

"Fuck!" Came a shout from upstairs. My sentiments exactly, you thought as you tried to keep your breathing slow and even. The couple had been going at it for about an hour. Joel had fallen asleep more or less right away. Thanks to your hearing being sharper than Joel's you were awake for every minute of it. You couldn't blame the couple for being a little worked up. Nearly dying and losing a loved one will do that to you. Plus the adrenaline of surviving a close call is a powerful thing. Something you knew all too well. It was still under your skin. It was making keeping up the pretence of sleep even harder. Speaking of hard, Joel shifted a little, pressing his very evident erection further into your backside. When needed you and Joel had cuddled for warmth so it wasn't the first time you'd felt him pressed into you. It was the first time you'd felt him so insistently, while listening to a couple fucking, while riding your own adrenaline high. The combination was serving to drive you insane. 

Joel giving another roll of his hips was it for you. "Shit." You cursed rolling away from him. 

Coming to, Joel quickly put the compromising situation together. "Shit. Sorry. I…"

"It's fine. It happens. Friction and whatever." You strug him off. 

"Sweetheart. This has nothing to do with friction. I'm laying under a live sex show with a beautiful woman between my legs. How could I not get turned on?" Joel was always matter of fact with you.

When you didn't say anything he sat and switched on the light. Turning to him you looked everywhere except at him."I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that…"

"No, I…beautiful?" You laughed lightly.

"Yes. Beautiful. The most beautiful woman in Jackson."

"Now I know you are lying, Joel Miller. There are younger, prettier women in Jackson."

"Younger maybe. Not prettier." He gripped your chin to pull you in for a kiss.

Your lips barely brushed when the noise upstairs reached a crescendo. A wail of 'Yes, Baby. Cum in my ass.' cut into the romance of the moment. A shared laugh simmered until the heat took over. The younger couple were then the ones that had trouble sleeping.

#3

The sound of sex had been taunting you for an hour. Eligible partners in Jackson weren't exactly plentiful. Especially at your age. Apparently women just stopped having sex after forty. Most people were either paired off before you got there or were when they arrived. There was one eligible bachelor but that was complicated. For some reason you trusted Joel more than anyone else in the world. He was honest. Thoughtful. Loyal. Sex might ruin what you had with him, a friendship built on trust and shared life experience. A friendship that you were thinking about throwing out of the window, along with your panties if he rocked his cock into you again. It had happened a few times now. Just a press of his large erection into your ass before he moved away in his sleep. The last one seemed longer, like he lingered. He seemed to settle into a deeper sleep after that. For a little while you slept too. Only to be woken by Joel's hand on your breast as he ground his cock into the flesh of your backside.

"Joel!" You called to no avail. "Joel!" 

That one got some groggy muttering followed by 'oh shit' as he practically leapt away from you. "Sorry, Darlin'. I was dreamin' I…" 

Turning to face him, you tried to calm him. "It's okay, Joel. I liked it. I've missed being touched."

With that Joel's hand engulfed the side of your face. The hands that you knew were skilled, that were calloused from him wielding those skills. A shudder ran through you as his hand travelled lower, pawing at your breast again. Joel didn't miss your reaction. "Come and lay with me again?"

This time the grind of his length into you was purposeful. He worked his cock in his jeans as his fingers circled your clit. Even just having someone else bring you to orgasm was incredible. "When we get back to Jackson. We'll put those young'uns to shame."

"Why wait? We ain't getting any younger."

#4

An hour of listening to them fuck like dogs. While Joel's broad frame pressed into you from behind. You wondered if there were any infected that you could throw yourself to. There was already a ridiculous amount of tension between you and Joel. The playful banter turned flirty on the cold nights in Jackson. Neither of you had done anything about it. You just figured he was all talk. He didn't feel all talk as you shifted back under the blanket and came into contact with his sizable erection. The feel of it had even more slick leaking into your panties. In this position there was nothing you could possibly do to ease the ache between your legs. There was no way you wanted to wake Joel either. Resigned to your fate, you settled back down. When you got home you would have to take care of yourself especially well. Heaven knows you've been doing it for long enough. The memory of being wrapped in Joel's arms usually helped a lot with that. Now you had the thought of his erection against you to help too. Temptation got the better of you when you let your hips sink back again. Perfectly fitting into the curve of Joel's body. Getting another feel of his hard cock.

"If you turn around we'd both get more out of that." Joel's voice was low; he placed a kiss to your exposed neck as his hands on your waist encouraged you to turn around. 

"Come here, Darlin'." Wrapping your legs around him he shifted onto his back. His hands rested on your hips as he guided you to ride his bulge. "That's it. Fuck, just like that."

"Fuck, yes. Feels so good, Joel." Your hands came to rest on his chest as you found your rhythm. His came to join them as he let you take control. They held yours tightly as he spilled into his jeans when you came apart above him.

#5

Even a Saint would have trouble resisting the urge to throw the young couple back out into the snowy night. It wouldn't be the worst way to go. The cold you kill them before the infected could. The worst way to die was slowly dehydrating as all the moisture in your body slowly leaked into your panties. As you currently were. They were really going at it. You could hear the bed moving across the floor. The two of them were groaning in ecstasy. With the heat of Joel at your back it was all too much. Pressing the side of your hand between you legs, you pushed the fly of your jeans against your aching clit to get some relief. A small moan escaped, one that you hoped didn't manage to catch Joel's good ear. Staying as still as possible, you waited to see if you woke him. A few seconds passed, nothing. You breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do it again." Came Joel's voice, thick with sleep, or something else.

"Joel?"

"Do it again." He repeated as he pulled your hips flush with his. The evidence that he was just as affected by the free porn pressed into you. "I wanna hear you. I wanna hear how a real woman sounds when she's excited."

Before you could ask, he clarified. "That young girl up there, faking all those sounds because she doesn't know how to ask for what she wants." His hips rolled into you. "A woman like you though. Wiser. More experienced. You know how to ask for what you want. Don't you?"

You were almost too lost in the feel of him to answer. "Y..yes. Yes, I do."

"Well, what do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me, Joel." With that he was on you. Hunger kisses claimed your lips before moving down to your neck and on to your breasts as he yanked down your jeans and underwear. The cold air cooled the slick between your legs before his hand came to warm it up again. "Now, I know you need it but how do you want it?"

"From behind. Fuck me fast and deep Joel. I wanna feel you. I wanna make you cum."

"Oh, you will, Baby but I have to take care of you first."

His cock slid into you with ease given his size. "Oh, Joel!"

"There. That's what I'm talking about. I can feel you're not faking that. Your goddamn pussy is pulling me deeper. Hard and fast? Tell me no now because I won't hold back."

"Yes. Hard and fa…" The sentence was lost in a scream as he hit deep inside you. The headboard slammed against the wall. Chants of his name rang louder than anything going on upstairs. Even the high heavens could hear you. You silently thanked whoever had you back for sending you Joel.

"Oh. Fuck. Yes. You're close aren't you, Sugar?" Joel panted, his own end racing towards him. "Do you need…anything else to get…you…there?" He asked as if the magnificent pounding your g-spot was taking couldn't possibly be enough.

"Just…talk to me, Joel…tell me how good I'm… making you feel." 

"Oh...so…fucking good, Beautiful. Better than…I dreamed. I fucked my hand thinking about…you so many…times. Never…thought it….oh god." You pussy spasming around him made him stop. He knew you'd sound incredible when you came. He tilted this good ear to you, wanting to savour the moans of his name. When you finished writhing on his cock he pulled out.

"Don't stop, Joel. I want you to cum."

"Where?" 

"Inside. I can't…I mean…I don't…any more."

With your consent he sheathed himself inside again. It wasn't long until he was painting your walls. Another genuine cry of ecstasy peeled from you as you came.

Ending

The next morning, you were all set to leave early but the young ones were still asleep, much to Joel's irritation. When they did finally emerge, the guy tried to fist bump Joel apparently in appreciation for 'still getting it on as his age.' The guy soon found out that there were worse things to having giving you a death stare than Clickers.

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[misspearly1]

Oh Joel Miller's smut majesty, could you please comment how our dearest DILF would react if reader got to wear thigh highs socks?

Why yes of course, my lovely. I most certainly can comment on this idea of yours 😏.

Okay, so I think that Joel would take a double look when he sees you wearing them for the first time. It's something new for him and maybes he's a little confused as to how/why thigh socks can be so sexy. They're just socks, but now that he knows how sexy they look on you, he wants to see you wearing them almost all the time.

Andddd, of course I thought of a little scenario when I first read this ask from you and had to type it up. I'm a hoe for Joel - always, so I couldn't help myself Nonnie. I just needed to see this little scene in my head in writing hehehe.😏 I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Joel's POV. Reader being a subtle tease. Surprise boner? (Joel being a little embarrassed about his boner) Dirty talk. Mentions of Sex and Self-pleasure. Hints of Joel being Rough. Fade to black sex.

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The soft thumping sounds of your feet walking across the laminated flooring first caught Joel's attention and when he tore his eyes away from the book he was reading in the lounge, the piece of clothing you decided to wear this chilly November evening was the second thing that caught his attention - all of his attention.

The man even took a double look and blinked his eyes twice to see if he was seeing things clearly because he's never seen you wear thigh high socks before. It's foreign to him, something new, but is he complaining about it? Yeah, actually. He does have a little complaint about them.

"What are you wearing?" He calls out and holds the groan stuck in the back of his throat. Abandoning his book and now using his free hands to hold them over his crotch instead, the only reason Joel has a little complaint about this new piece of clothing of yours is because he has never felt a physical reaction so quick before. They're just socks...but goddamn do they look so good on you and it's stirring something fierce between his legs.

"Thigh high socks," You reply blanky over your shoulder while fixing yourself a hot cocoa. "It's getting colder every day and sometimes I just don't want to wear pants. You know how it is-" You move towards the cupboard, reaching for his owl mug. "-Want me to make you a hot cocoa too, babe?" You ask.

"Yea-no, no," He stutters, choking on that groan in his throat. "I already have some tea here, darlin'. Thanks." He follows your movements like a hawk, tilting his head to the side and drinking in the image of your legs. The socks are white, just plain and simple, paired with one of his grey sweaters. It's big on you, but unless you stand straight and don't move around too much, it keeps everything above your thighs concealed. For example, the white panties you are wearing underneath that he's almost certain are thongs because there's just so much ass showing when you lean over the counter slightly to reach for the sugar.

When you stand up and straighten your back again, his sweater drops down and hides what he's staring at so fucking hard, which is giving him a raging boner. But there's no escape because now he's back to staring at your thighs in those socks again, back to sweating bullets over his own dirty minded thoughts of grabbing handfuls of the exposed meaty flesh for leverage as he pulls you onto his cock. Jesus. Joel hasn't felt this desperate since you wore that little two-piece lingerie for him last summer, but that's different. Lingerie is supposed to be sexy, but socks aren't... right?

"Are you playing with me, girl?" Joel finally asks. He couldn't take it anymore, especially not after you leaned over the counter again, this time making no effort at all to keep anything concealed from his hungry eyes as the sweater rode up your ass and your purposely arched your back. You did. He knows you did it purposely and it's driving him crazy too. Makes him feral.

"No." You turn abruptly, insulted by his tone of voice. "What's the matter with you right now?" You ask with furrowed brows, and he swears there was a little tug on the corner of your lips, as if you were fighting the urge to smirk, but he couldn't tell for sure. Not this far away.

So instead, the man just narrows his eyes and plays it cool - for now. "N-nothing... You comin' to join me?" He asks, to which you nod and exit the kitchen with your hot cocoa in hand. Joel turns to face to TV now and suddenly becomes aware of the large tent in his sweatpants. He keeps one of his hands held over his crotch, hiding his embarrassment for being turned on by so little exposure from you. He usually has a lot more composure than this, usually has the ability to control himself better, but those thigh high socks of yours are something new to him: something he wants you to wear while he fucks you until he's breathless.

Walking by him and setting down your cup onto the table, the amount of steam flowing out from the beverage makes his face contort with worry. "Babe, that's way too hot-" He looks at you now, shaking his head, "-When do you plan to drink it? Tomorrow?"

"Hm. I like it when you're sarcastic." You mumble, nostrils flaring as you stifle a giggle. "But to answer your question, no, I don't plan to drink it tomorrow." You move to take a seat and catch him off guard when straddling his lap instead of sitting beside him. The man huffs out a heavy wanton breath, laden with arousal and sexual frustration as you remove his hand away from his crotch and replace it with your burning heat. "Until my cocoa cools down, handsome-" You look up into his hungry brown eyes, hazed with passion and lust. "-We can have some fun."

"I knew it." Joel growls, his eyes dragging up and down your body as he reaches out to slip his hands up your legs and grip your thighs. "I knew you were playing with me, girl. Barely covering yourself up, wearin' these socks and my sweater with that pretty little white thong-"

"And bending over the counter for you to see my ass," You cut him off and finish his sentence confidently with a cockiness to your tone of voice. "Yeah. I did all that Joel, and then some." You dangle the bait, hoping he'll take it - which he did.

"And then some?" He tilts his head mockingly while pulling you over his bulge to ease some of the ache in his cock. "Enlighten me, darlin'. What do you mean by that?" He asks, to which you have great pleasure answering for him by lifting the sweater to show the mess you left in your panties. The soaking wet mess. "This is what I mean-" You pout jokingly with big doe eyes. "-You were reading your book and I was horny, so I just took care of myself upstairs, only..."

"Only it wasn't enough." The man answers for you this time, taking the words right out of your mouth as he was absolutely correct. It wasn't enough; it never is when you pleasure yourself. Sure, it helps ease some of the frustration, but most of the time it just leaves you a whining mess for more. So, the thigh high socks and the subtle teasing was your plan to get what you want, and it worked magnificently.

"Those hands aren't as big as mine, huh?" Joel asks rhetorically while rubbing circles with the pad of his thumb over your thighs. "I'd usually ask what you want, but not tonight, doll." He removes one hand from your thigh and slips it inside his sweatpants instead, freeing himself eagerly. His cock springs back and slaps his lower stomach, beads of pre-cum already leaking out of the angry red tip before he swipes it up with his finger and brings it to your lips. "Open." He says coldly, not asking, but ordering you to.

You open your mouth and take his finger inside, humming contently at the salty taste of his desire on your tongue while maintaining his direct line of sight, as if wordlessly testing his patience with only a simple look in your eyes. "So," You whisper seductively as he pulls his finger away from your lips, "How is tonight different, Joel? Enlighten me, darlin'. What do you mean by that?" You throw his own words back in his face, using them beautifully to push his buttons in the very best way.

"Oh..." He chuckles deeply and drops his gaze between your legs to pull your panties to one side. "Look at you, Y/N. Acting so confident and full of yerself...Well, tonight's different because I'm gonna take what I want and make you cum so much that you'll beg for my mercy, girl."

"Joel, don't tease me with a good time-" You bite your lip, pushing one more button before rendering yourself to his every command and whimpering through his punishingly pleasurable process."-Actions speak louder than words, big boy."

You want it. You need it - need it all. Need him to fill you so much that it drips out of you for hours, leaves a lasting ache for days and a memory for you to look back on with a hankering desire to do it again. You want Joel to be rough. Want him to use your body like his own personal little fuck toy. You went out on a limb and just guessed that he might like these thigh high socks and you were right.

Only you were surprised to learn just how much he liked them as the night progressed after multiple rounds of sex, plenty of breaks in between, and your hot cocoa was cold and completely forgotten about.

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[weezerblue]

warning: hot vilfs near you! (vampires i'd like to fuck)

albedo x vampire reader smut aka tip is getting very sticky and wet rn also I was hella horny when I wrote this so apologies if it doesn't make much sense (it would be so poggers if you listened to this song while reading this lol)

omg😱 valen is actually writing a full fic for once

includes: biting kink, vampires duh, thigh kink, blowjob, creampie, cockwarming, wholesome (ish) at some parts, me projecting kinks again as always❗

as soon as you woke up you felt a sharp pain in your stomach, that's how you knew you were hungry. so you called your boyfriend albedo because he was the one you always went to for blood.

"hi darling, how are you?"

he said, now that you were talking to him, you debated actually asking him but fuck it, what could go wrong?

"I'm good y'know just been a little...... hungry"

albedo immediately understands what you mean and while he's a little surprised, he is always down to let you bite him.

"ah i see what you mean, so when do you want me to come over then?"

sighing to yourself in relief, you responded

"uh- now please?"

you exhaled, trying to hide your deep longing for him behind a laugh but it was no use because albedo knew you, so he knew how hungry you were for him.

"don't worry baby, I'll be there soon"

he says before abruptly ending the call. no words could describe how excited you were, as you impatiently shuffled around your couch, eyes darting from the door back down to where you were sitting

then, you heard albedo open the door and you immediately jumped up to go hug him.

"albedo! you're finally here! I was so hungry without you!"

as you tightly held on to him he just chuckled and carried you back to your room.

"well? you were hungry so eat."

he says, leaning back on the bed, pointing to his neck.

you sat on his lap, biting his neck gently at first and gradually sinking your teeth in deeper as he tries to hide his moans.

"mmm you taste so good albedo"

he tries to get out his sentence but he can't cause his neck is extra sensitive.

"thank- hah~ thank youuuu"

god, he was so cute like this it made you want to eat him up but alas, you were already doing that.

your hand traveled down in between his thighs, squeezing them a little cause you knew he loved that

"so cute"

you said while you licked the blood from your lips. you lowered your head down just far enough so you could suck him off and still make eye contact with him.

" 'bedo honey, look at me"

you said putting his very sensitive tip in your mouth, he keeps letting out loud moans before you can even get the whole thing down your throat.

"you must feel really good huh?"

and as he still can't talk from the immense pleasure he's receiving, he just whimpers and tries to speak, keyword, 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 cause its clear from his defeated whines and moans that it isn't working very well.

"aw, it's ok baby you can talk to me after I'm done fucking your brains out"

you speak softly to him and before he has time to process what you said, you take him back in your mouth, wrapping your tongue around his dick.

"c- cumming!"

as soon as he said that you felt his warm, slightly sweet cum flood your mouth and it was oddly comforting. as soon as you finished swallowing it, you decided to have a little fun with him.

"we ain't done yet darling"

you get on top of him, still trying to catch your breath

albedo, still trying to get over the aftershock of his last orgasm couldn't think of even having another,

"huh? what do you mean?"

he says, looking up at you, with his cute widened eyes.

"i mean i'm gonna ride you now of course"

you said excitedly as you positioned your hips to be right above his dick.

"i've been waiting to do this for so long"

he shuts his eyes tightly and places his hands on your hips, pushing you down so his dick rests perfectly inside you.

you finally start moving then you stop to give him a kiss, then break the kiss to say,

"love you albedo~♡︎!"

you say, already out of breath. albedo becomes very giggly when overstimulated so he let's out a few laughs then finally says,

"i love you too y/n heh~"

you go back to being on top of him and continue to ride him as hard as you can because you loved seeing albedo's slutty face as he cums in you.

"please, please more ah-"

albedo gets cut off by his own orgasm as his eyes roll back and he covers his mouth with the back of his hand as to not disturb the neighbors but it's probably too late for that

you slowly keep going until you're sure that you've drained him of all his cum for the next week.

"thanks for the meal 'bedo"

you say, leaning back down to embrace him in a hug, deciding to cockwarm him for the rest of the night.

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#albedo x reader smut #vampire smut

[madchild-dennis]

ON SOME SERIOUS SHIT!!!

I KNOW WITHOUT A DOUBT that in the past 24 hours my body has been detoxing on CUP SOUP...

I have NOT been feeling right for some time. Then after my aunt left, I could NOT function and too TIRED to do ANYTHING even with a full night sleep and more.

Now that I only eat OUTSIDE/new food and drink boiled/bought water (because I do NOT know what I can trust in this house) for at least 24+ hours.

I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER!!!

Then JUST NOW just realize another EVIDENCE of the fact that someone break into the house between Tuesday and Yesterday. That's because of the automatic Whirlpool washing machine on the veranda. (Where I left a set of clothes washing on Tuesday and didn't check on it until this morning. Where I saw NO light on the display and assumed it didn't work. Until I did over the cycle and realize it washed and only had a no light display when the cycle is complete and I lift the lid. The machine is suppose to be giving trouble sometimes. So I would go look on the display and see whether it wash or not. If the 'Wash' light is still on HOURS later and it has no water, then I knew the machine spit out the water and stop working. But if the 'Done' light is on, then I know it worked and I don't have to worry. Once the 'Done' light is on, once the lid is open once all lights disappear. Plus if the light/electricity goes out and comes back while in a cycle, it would bring back a light and continue. This I found out when I got a electrician to try and fix it, then we did a cycle while he tries to fix the breaker.)

NO ONE WILL GASLIGHT ME ABOUT THIS

I knew this for some time now. Maybe 3 weeks now. Then God keep telling me. Especially emphasizing on the water I had stored. Especially because it start tasting off, despite being bought and closed in proper bottles. However, I couldn't see HOW? I couldn't understand how, they come into the house Because I made sure the locks my father have difficulty opening on January 8 were locked EVEFRY night and when I left. THHHHEEEEENNNN, God showed me THIS VIDEO that showed me how EASY it was and I knew:

source:

(I saw the lock my father couldn't open in the video above and realize, SHIIIIITTTT I was fooling myself, lol)

Someone I was telling keep, saying it could just be because I'm TIRED, why I felt off. Keep dismissing me and I started to feel stupid. BUT I KNEW.

PLUS AFTER TODAY, I will NEVER doubt my body's response, my instincts, my intuition and the most important GOD.

Cause my body told me

My instincts felt it

My intuition knew it

Then if I doubted those; GOD SAID IT

I need to stop waiting on evidences. WELLLL, I didn't wait. I said they trying still trying to kill me here: (I cannot say for sure that it's them, the government, but it's highly possible. Or they are working with whomever it is who is doing so. That's because to find me is finding the location of the sim cards registered in my name. Something they could easily get access to.)

I just doubt/questioned myself a little. I like science so I had to experiment. I saw the difference last week Friday, with a bottle of water I bought vs the water here. I just didn't have the tangible evidence to can shut down the people who would question me.

BUT ENOUGH IS FUCKING ENOUGH:

I've decided from yesterday, that I will:

BOLDLY and CONTINUE to UNDOUBTEDLY share what I KNOW TO BE TRUE, especially about this. EVEN if it makes me look crazy. Cause I KNOW I DON'T FIB.

"Now GOD, I am talking to you now, publicly. When will I be able to cut these threats down SIGNIFICANTLY!!! Yes, you made me indestructible BUT it's NOT comfortable and I'm TIRED!!! When will I get the required funding to cut the threats that actually touch me. ORRRRR can you start doing that with your ALL-POWERFUL SELF now. THE PEOPLE are seeing and seen ENOUGH that I CANNOT BE KILLED. So, can you start making it NOT REACH ME and discomfort me now. OR, crown me KING (Queen) with the Army to now KILL THESE MOTHERFUCKERS MYSELF. Please and Thank You."

[airenyah]

3 times Pran walked away from Pat on the rooftop + 1 time Pran stayed

(alt. version)

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[watermelonlovershigh]

Harry Gives You a Strip Tease (SMUTish) /concept/

AN: this is a continuation of Teasing Harry During a Zoom Radio Interview (SMUT). its less then 600 words so it will be considered a concept and won't have my normal tag list and set up. well never mind. it does now because tumblr is a bitch and won't show people i posted. but feed back is still greatly appreciated.

Finally Harry's last interview of the night was finished and he couldn't be more excited to go up stairs to his naked wife. You were propped against the headboard of the bed, sheets pulled to the tops of your naked breasts, waiting on him to arrive. The throb between your legs is so strong that you can't help but to cross your legs for a bit of friction.

As you're lost in your thoughts, thinking about how bad you want your husbands cock, you hear the bedroom door being opened and a sexy but slightly sleepy Harry enters the room. You can clearly see the erection he still has in his boxers and you want nothing more than to have that hard dick out in actual sight. But you have another cheeky plan to add to your previous cheekiness of the night.

Right as you see Harry start to haphazardly take off his white t-shirt that has a smiley face decorating center, you yell out, "Stop, not like that."

Harry holds his hands up in a surrendering manner as he stands off to the side of the bed and asks, "What? Thought yah wanted m'naked."

With a big grin on your face, you reply, "Yeahhhh, but could you like, you know, do a bit of strip teasing. Sorta like in the As It Was music video?"

"Really?" Harry laughs at your request. Not making fun but more so in a how did he get so lucky to be with a women that's as cute as you type way. When you give him a serious face, he continues with, "Alright, alright. I'll give yah a strip tease."

As he stands off to the side of the bed, you watch as Harry begins to seductively remove what little clothes he has on. He reaches down to grab at the end of his t-shirt and while crossing his arms, slowly inches it further up his torso and chest, all while keeping eye contact.

You can't help but to slip your hand between your legs and Harry definitely notices what you're doing. "You're rubbing your clit aren't yah, baby? Am I making yah wetter?" Harry questions in a deep accent.

You decide to drop the sheet you had held above your chest and expose your naked body to him, boobs and glistening pussy on display. Harry lets a moan out at the view of your beautiful body as the smiley shirt finally goes over his head and is dropped to the floor behind where he stands. "Fuck, look so gorgeous rubbing your pussy like that, love." he mutters aloud as he flicks his eyes from your face and cunt.

Next Harry glides his hands down his tummy until they're at the band of his Calvin Kleins. You watch as he dips his finger tips in the edge of the black fabric and curse under your breath while saying, "Okay, come on, Harry. Going a bit too slow now. Need you so bad." You're near tears at how horny you are.

Still going slow but not as slow, Harry pushes his boxers over his crotch and ass area, dick springing upwards while leaking precum, and down his tanned legs. Once they pool at his feet, he kicks them off, slinging the underwear across the room, and steps close enough to the bed to kneel onto the mattress. That's when you remove your fingers from your clit and allow him to take over your pleasure. And Harry does just that.

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[k1ngdom-of-thieves]

Helloo~

I’ve looked at your rules and I’m hopping this is within boundaries(if it’s not pls just delete). Anyways, I was wondering if you could do a scenario where Trey & Jamil SO finds that they have been cheating on them, idk if I wanna make them confront him or something but yeah👍 If you wanna do more characters that would be awesome too<3

This is just fine! the ask not them cheating. just wanted to clarify. I'm just realizing that I definitely made it too long but hopefully you like it!

Cw: Cheating, angst, me insulting high schoolers, cursing, also spoilers for an unreleased event in Jamil’s section 

Trey & Jamil Getting Caught Cheating

Trey Clover

How you found out:

You were watching tv, not expecting anything big to happen when you get a text from Cater. W for cater, L for trey

"Heyyy did u and trey brake up or smthg????? hes getting real cozy w/sum1 else rn. i saw him on another person's magicam and they were LITTERALY on his lap >:|"

You quickly said no and Cater sent you a link to the magicam account. Just like he said, Trey was feeling up someone else while you were completely unaware. But what really pissed you off was the caption:

"So glad we could celebrate our 3 month anniversary together! <3"

The Confrontation

You waited for Trey to text you to go on a date before actually confronting him about it. You weren't just waiting around doing nothing though, you and Cater were working together to gather enough evidence that Trey couldn't deny it.

You had both agreed to go to the park so you can embarrass him in front of a bunch of people

Every time he tried to kiss you or even touch you, you leaned away. It made you sick thinking about how he was acting like this with another person and without a shred of remorse. bitch

"Are you ok? You've barely spoken to me all day."

That's when you let him have it. Every magicam photo, comment, with dates and location. And there was a ton. Cater really did his homework

Trey stammered and tried to deny all of your claims. "They were just a friend. We were posing like that as a joke! We were kidding about the anniversary post!"

You were having none of it. Every lie he told you, you had a photo that said the exact opposite. the law has nothing on your best friend You decided to end the charades and showed him one last photo.

Dms between you and the person he was cheating on you with. Where they very clearly stating that they were dating Trey and were just as hurt to find out they were cheating as you were.

You walked away as Trey stood watching you fade from his view. Not only did he lose you, he lost most of the people he was ever close with. Justice is sweet 

Jamil Viper 

How you found out

You weren’t trying to be clingy but you were seeing your boyfriend less and less everyday. You asked Kalim if he was making Jamil work harder for any reason but he had quickly said no and that Jamil was actually leaving him earlier than usually lately. Why tf would you leave him alone 

Of course, this put you on edge. So you chose to do a little research of your own before confronting him about his disappearances. When scrolling through Kalim’s magicam because Jamil thinks he’s above social media and found an account with a familiar last name: Najma Viper. 

You message her and find out that she’s Jamil’s little sister, and you were also told that Jamil had been seeing someone else. She texted you saying “I thought that you were an ex or something because he was talking to me about dating someone completely different.”

That’s when an idea came to your mind. And you were going to need the help of a very willing younger Viper. Hell yea im making this messy and you cant stop me

The Confrontation 

You were unsure if your plan was going to work, but you had the ever-so-reliable element of suprise on your side. 

You met up with Jamil while he was preparing Kalim’s lunch. It was honestly the only time where you could gaurantee that he would be alone for a long period of time. Kalim eats like 3 courses for one meal like the growing boy he is 

“Hmm? Oh, there you are. I haven’t seen you a lot lately, darling.” hypocrite

You slowly start the conversation by asking why he hasn’t been around you as of late. He tries to convince you that it was actually you who had been changing your schedule to avoid him and not the other way around.

You then mention that even Kalim has noticed his odd behavior, which is when you notice a very brief change of expression on his face. Then, you continue to talk before doing a very carefully planned name drop.

“Even Najma’s confused about how you’ve been acting.”

He visibly paused. Think of a window’s error screen. He then tried to explain that his sister wasn’t to be trusted and that you shouldn’t have spoken with her.

You then pulled your phone out of your pocket and spoke into the phone. “Did you hear that? Can’t believe your own brother just said that about you.” 

Jamil quickly realized what you had done. You had brought his own sister as a witness to his trial of infidelity. You didn’t let him come up with a rebuttal before giving your final verdict. You broke up with him while he was still holding Kalim’s falafel. Ha. loser.

Oh well, you might have just lost your boyfriend but you still made a new friend along the way. :)

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Switched | Itadori Yuji x reader x Sukuna

summary: fucking yuji means a passionate night until sukuna decides to be an asshole and switches with your boyfriend half way through sex.

F!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: 18+, name calling

author's note: i've been thinking of this since i last closed the app and i knew i just had to write it

You've been horny all night.

Your boyfriend, Itadori Yuji, is wearing a simple plain white dress shirt which he folded up right below his elbows. He has two buttons undone and the shirt is tucked in black dress pants, his long legs causing for his ankles to show right above the black boat shoes he has on his feet.

He finished the look with a white silver watch on his left wrsit. Honestly? You could feel your cunt already dripping just by the way your boyfriend looked while the two of you were still at the apartment.

As the group; Nobara, Gojo, Nanami and Yuji sang happy birthday for Megumi, you're busy rubbing your thighs together, proving for the action to be a bit more difficult than it actually is when you're seated.

Megumi blows his candles and everyone cheers, clapping their hands as they begin to dig into the food. You try distracting yourself, scooping in a few scoops of food on your plate but it is all for naught when Yuji leans over, giving you a chance to get a whiff of his cologne.

A strong strawberry scent with a little bit of sweet vanilla and a hint of bold wood. The scent doesn't smell like it goes everywhere at all- it all smells so good together. Yuji uses his chopsticks to place some strips of beef on your food, your gaze immediately on his forearm- veins feintly protruding from under his light skin. The silver around his wrist doesn't help at all and it makes you feel as if you are this horny teenager again.

"Eat up." Yuji smiles, his eyes smiling with him. You force your lips to stretch, sending him a big smile back before eating your food, deciding to forget all about your thoughts by stuffing food in your mouth.

It works.

Well, more or less. You haven't had a single dirty thought about your boyfriend ever since uou began eating, and now Nobara is currently singing her heart off as Gojo and the birthday boy himself are dozing side by side on the end of the couch. Nanami is busying himself by sipping on his drink, a smile feint on his lips as he watches and listens to Nobara sing, looking like how a proud father would.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, doesn't look too good.

"You okay, babe?" You ask, leaning in to squeeze his forearm softly. He snaps out what seems to be in a caging gaze he was in, looking at you. Yuji smiles, hand fluing on yours to give it a good, reassuring squeeze. "I'm good, baby. Just a little tired, I guess."

You furrow your brows, definitely not buying his lies. "Just tell me. The faster you tell me the faster we can solve the problem." You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

Yuji's eyes slowly and uncontrollably begin traveling down your chest, gaze glossing over your evident cleavage, moving again even much lower, his eyes taking note of how the black dress you're wearing is hugging every curve on your body perfectly.

Yuji leans in, his strong cologne scent causing the butterflies in your stomsch to go insane. "That dress has been driving me crazy the whole night." Your boyfriend's hot breath fans over the shell of your ear, casuing goosebumps to rise all over your body. "Take it off for me, please?"

You breath in a deep and shaky breath, closing your eyes to try and convince yourself not to strip naked in front of your friends and teachers right here on the spot. You stand up abruptly, catching Nanami's attention.

"We gotta go, Yuji has a really bad stomach ache." The corners of your mouth pull down into a fake frown which Nanami buys, nodding his head and waving the both of you off. You take Yuji's hand and pull him out of the Kareoke room, your heels loud as you stomp your way out of the building and to the parking lot.

As you find your car, you pull the front seat's door open only for it to be closed shut again by your boufriend. Yuji pulls you closer by your waist, making you can feel how hard he is inside his pants.

"We're not doing it here."

"My car's windows are tinted." He bites on your ear.

You keep telling yourself not to do it, to just wait until the both of you gets home but Itadori jr. seems to be having other plans for tonight. You sigh, walking over to the back door and pulling it open. As soon as you bend over to get in, Yuji pushes you and slams the door behind him.

The cold winter nights of Japan has the interior of the car all cool and comfortable. Yuji spins you around by your waist, running both of his hands on either sides of your waist. He breathes out deeply, eyes scanning hungrily over your form. His hands begin to make their way down your thighs, he leans in to give you a soft peck on the lips. Yuji looks into your eyes at first before leaning back in to envelope you into a deep kiss, his tongue skillfully brushing and sliding against yours as he sucks on it softly. His breathing his ragged as he feels your body all over, your legs instinctively opening and moving up his hips. Yuji presses his hard member against your clothed cunt, grinding on it for some kind of friction before pulling away when he feels just how soaked you are down there.

He reaches a hand under your dress, pressing two fingers on your wet cunt making you mewl. You've been holding it in for too long and now you're just very sensitive. The corner of his mouth twitches up, "Have you been wet for me the entire night, baby?"

You don't trust your voice, you can't. You know it'll sound needier than you actually are, you know it'll set Yuji off to start teasing you, so you nod your head, your face contorting as you feel him slip a finger between your folds.

He leans forward, hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin on the side of your neck. Yuji's warm tongue runs up the skin once, twice- he's adding another digit into your wet hole and you almost cum at the spot when he nibbles on your soft skin.

"I'll take very good care of you tonight." He presses his soft lips on the nibbled part of the skin, slowly trailing kisses up to your cheek and finally back onto your lips.

You couldn't think straight- your head was full of the boy. You absolutely loved about him; his strawberry pink hair, when he smiles with his eyes, how he can never go through a day without cuddling you at least once, how he does his best to give you anything you want, how he's one of your biggest inspirations in life. This boy- no, this man is someone you can imagine waiting for you at the end of the isle, hot tears streaming down his face as he waits for you at the end of the path, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on- yes, even more beautiful than Jennifer Laurence.

Aoi would be right beside him, rubbing a hand on his back as he tries to soothe his best friend's sobs.

You snap out of your daze when you notice your boyfriend looking deeply into your eyes, a soft blush caressing his cheeks as he studies your face ever so lovingly. "I love you." You tell him.

His blush darkens as he leans into you, pressing his lips once again on yours. "I love you too." You feel the head of his cock press against your entrance for a bit before entering you completely.

You let out a soft whine, arching your back as your lips are trapped between your teeth. Your eyes roll back at the feeling of your boyfriend slowly pushing his entire length inside you, getting you feeling so full of him. "Yuji..." Your voice sounds so lewd, so needy and whiny for him that the sound of it makes you blush. You feel him stop moving once he's inside you fully, and at first you think he's letting you adjust to his size. That is, until he pulls his head back and your gaze falls onto the black lines all over his face. The soft look that once inherited your boyfriend's face is now replaced by a smug, cocky one. He has a smirk on that tells you to push him off and quickly get out of the car- but why don't you?

Instead, you feel yourself clenching around him even more. The look on his face has you dripping wet, your nipples hardening underneath your dress and the butterflied in your stomach going crazy as ever.

"Can't believe that little boy would keep you all to himself." His voice isn't Yuji's- no. It's much deeper, darker, more dangerous. He looks down at your apalled expression, his smirk growing even bigger. He leans over, pushing your legs up to your chest and forcing you down into a mating press. "What's my name, princess?"

You can feel your heart beating rapidly against your chest, your breathing shaky and your head clouded. Without even thinking about it, your mouth moves on their own and out comes your whimpering voice.

"Sukuna."

The curse pulls away with a wide grin, pulling his hips out before thrusting his cock inside you again, the tip of his cock hitting the same spot as it did before. Sukuna's hips are relentlessly thrusting inside you, abusing your needy hole as you moan loudly for more.

His hand finds its way to your boob and you feel something hot and wet lap itself over your hardened nipple. You look down to see the mouth on his hand grinning cockily like him. It wraps itself around your nipple, sucking on the bud and biting on it softly making your eyes rolls back to your head.

You feel something coil up inside your stomach, your mouth opening as you feel yourself slowly reach your high. "I-I'm so, fucking, clo-" Sukuna thrusts his hips hardly once, causing your toes to curl and your body to shake as you move your hips to ride out your orgasm. Heavy breaths fill the car as your legs grow limp on either side of his body and your eyelids become heavier.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" Sukuna squeezes your cheeks, making your eyelids lift open. He hooks his arm around your back, pulling you along with him as he sits up.

Your eyes widen and back arches when you feel electricity run up your spine. Sukuna lifts a brow, his hands on either side of your hips, preventing you from lifting them. "Too full!" You whimper out, tears forming on the corners of your eyes as you swallow a large lump down your throat.

"Hah?" He tilts his head to the side, "But I haven't even came yet." You feel him roll his hips once, but it was all it took to have you digging your nails on his shoulders. "I'll pull out when I cum. But for now," He lowers his head to take your nipple by his mouth, his fingers pinching and playing with the other one. ",focus on making me feel good, princess."

Your eyes clench shut asbyou focus on the feeling of his hard member inside your dripping cunt. You move your hips once, you feel goosebumps all over your body. You move your hips a second time and you're wanting to feel that same friction again. You move your hips a third and you're letting your desires take over.

You hump on Sukuna's cock sloppily and roughly, the car is shaking. Sukuna let's out soft groans and moans, the constant "love feeling your cunt around my cock like this" whispered and growled into your ear. His eyes travel down to your chest, eyes gleaming when he sees your boobs bouncing in sync with everytime you hump on him.

When he looks back at you, all his other sense go numb. The sight of you with your tongue out your mouth, you drool dripping down your tongue, your face flushed and your eyes crossed together at the feeling of it being so good has him gripping on your hips tightly. "You're a fucking slut, aren't ya?" He begins thrusting himself inside you and you moan loudly, your toes curling at the feeling of his sac slapping against your skin. "Aren't ya?!" He yells and all you could do is whimper as you nod your head. He's fucking you so dumb you couldn't form coherent words.

He rolls his hips as he thrusts them, making sure you feel every single inch of him inside you. Your moans are in sync with his thrusts, feeling your breath being knocked out of your system with every thrust the curse does.

Your hand flies up your mouth, trying to surpress the loud moans that keep slipping out of your lips but Sukuna wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling your hand away.

"Scream for me, come on princess. Let him know who's fucking you so good right now." His voice is low and deep, it drives you to the edge, almost pushing you off. "Wh-who? Who's him?" You ask, forcing your eyes to open as you look down at Sukuna- your eyebrows raise in surprise at the sight of the black lines on your boyfriend's face gone.

Yuji looks up at you with eyes holding such lust. He has a straight expression on as he looks into your eyes, kind of hypnotising you as he thrusts into you, leading the both of you to your highs.

"Wh-what happened to Sukuna-"

"Why are you looking for him." Yuji's voice is covered in coldness. He combs his fingers on the back of your head and throughyour hair, curling them into a fist as he pulls on your hair. "He's not the one fucking you right now, I am." His thrusts start becoming more aggressive, hinting at you that he's already close.

"You'll cum around my cock a second time and you'll be moaning my name out as loud as you can. Got it?" Yuji growls onto your neck. His other hand grabs onto your hip and begins thrusting into you faster than before. You feel something snap inside you, your orgasm causing your toes to curl and your fingernails to be dug onto your boyfriend's skin. "Y-Yuji!" Your hips shake as you begin rolling them around, riding out your orgasm.

"That's not my name right now, princess." You look back down only to feel your heart drop at the sight of the black lines all over his face. "S-S-Sukuna! Sukuna!" You moan out, your chest rising and falling exceptionally. You hear him chuckle before feeling him pull out, shooting his hot seed all over your naked cunt.

You look back up, checking to see who's who right now. You smile when you see it's your boyfriend. You press your forehead on his shoulder as you try to calm yourself down. You feel his arms wrap themselves around you as the two of you bask in each other's presence.

"You gotta stop doing that, it fucks up with my brain." You mumble onto his chest which only leaves you with a lighthearted chuckle. "But Sukuna says he doesn't want to be left out."

"Whatever, Sukuna can go fuck off." You mumble sleepily.

"Why don't you fuck me yourself, princess?" A deeper and much darker voice speaks up and you curse yourself mentally.

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something more

(originally posted by alpha-bug)

summary: where pietro confesses his feelings to you without actually confessing them to you, through a necklace. inspired by this prompt list.

content warning: pietro maximoff x fem!reader (i’ll try to write more gender neutral fics in the future!) obviously set in a world where he survives and civil war doesn’t happen. (friends to lovers, mutual pining and pietro being a sap.)

note: okay so this is my first fic in a while so i’m sorry if this sucks </3 i want to write more pietro/peter fics so please send requests ! (also lemme know if you can guess the movie bucky was confused about !)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

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"You're staring." Wanda points out, idly watching the older twin stare at the person who clouded his thoughts, not that Wanda needed to read his mind to know that.

"Don't you have something better to do?" Pietro scoffed, unwillingly looking away to glance at his sister. She chuckled, turning away from her brother to check on the pot on the stove, before continuing to chop the vegetables scattered on the chopping board.

"Don't you?" She simply asked, humming to the song playing out loud from her phone, Pietro's eyes were drawn back to you.

You were explaining the plot of a movie to Bucky who stared at the screen in pure confusion. "I don't get it? He killed her but he loved her?" Bucky asked you, in response you shook your head exasperated. "You saw her give birth right after, how could she be dead if she was naming her kids Buck?" You asked, glancing up when you heard the footsteps of someone approaching you.

"You're not replacing me with this old man, right?" Pietro teased, moving to sit next to you, reclining back on the couch, arm around your waist. You rolled your eyes at what he said, automatically leaning into him as the three of you continued to watch the movie playing on the big screen in front of you. The two of you barely noticed when Bucky decided to leave, too caught up with one another to bother caring about what's going on in your surroundings. You pushed him away from you when he tried to steal the m&ms you were currently snacking on only for him to pour most of the packet into his mouth.

"You disgust me Maximoff." You scoffed, biting back the smile forcing its way up. "And you love it Prinţesă." Pietro retorts, his eyes meeting yours. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing could come to mind, it was common for Pietro to randomly call you nicknames but that doesn't mean you were used to it, especially when he'd use pet-names.

Your friendship with Pietro came as a surprise to the rest of the Avengers years ago due to the differences in your personality but if you asked any of them what they thought about your friendship now they'd complain about how clueless the two of you are to the other person's feelings.

Somehow in the chaos that the two of you called your 'friendship', the line between platonic feelings and romantic feelings blurred. Pietro isn't the type of guy to steer away from romance but this situation was entirely different to anything he experienced. He cant just tell his closest friend that he loved you, he couldn't tell you how when he holds you in his arms it pains him to let go. How could he tell you that? After everything that happened to him in the past, the wall he built around his emotions to protect himself began to crumble and you were the cause of it. Pietro always struggled to talk about his feelings, his past. He felt the urge to protect himself and his twin from anything that could hurt them, he didn't want to make the same mistake again.

The unintentional movie night led to the two of you continuing to hanging out in Pietro's room hours later. It was your nightly ritual to watch an episode or two of a show that Pietro usually wouldn't want to watch before the two of you go to bed. Pietro was in the far end of his room, fumbling with something in the palm of his hand while you sat comfortably in the middle of his bed, head resting on one of his pillows as you set up the show on the laptop.

"For someone as quick as you, you sure are taking your sweet time doing whatever it is you're doing."

Pietro glanced back at you in surprise, almost like he forgot what he was supposed to be doing, too busy staring at the dainty chain tangled in the palm of his hands, with a small engagement ring at the end, in place of a pendant capturing all of Pietro's attention. It was fit for a petite woman. The silver was slightly scratched. Two slightly larger silver stones surrounded a slightly larger stone, although quite dull at first glance the engraving on the inside showed was still noticeable.

"I'm in no rush, dragoste mea." He chuckles, shoving the necklace into his pocket before moving to take his shirt off to put on a different one while continuing to speak. Your eyes followed his movements, subtly admiring his body as his muscles unintentionally flexed which resulted in you feeling your cheeks heat up, quickly looking away to not get caught checking out one of your best friends.

"You know I still don't know how I feel about Vision hanging around my sister." Pietro confesses, his overprotectiveness towards his younger sister evident as he continues to replay what occurred during dinner hours ago, Wanda confessing she wouldn't mind moving to a rural neighbourhood with Vision instead of staying at the Avengers Headquarters.

"People can't control who they fall in love with Pietro." You sighed tiredly not realising the irony behind your words, it wasn't the first time Pietro mentioned his hesitation towards the Android.

"People can't, robots can." He scoffed, walking to the dresser to put away his shirt, now wearing a pale blue shirt instead of the charcoal grey T-shirt he was previously wearing.

He moved to the bed, sitting beside you before shifting around to get comfortable. Your hand reaches out to the laptop to begin the episode only for Pietro's hand to place his above yours, stopping you.

"Since we're on this subject..." he paused to pull the necklace from his pockets before holding the necklace out towards you, letting the ring dangle from the chain between the two of you, twisting and turning because of the sudden movements.

You glanced at Pietro in confusion, eyebrows furrowed. He then pulls the hand that was covered by his own and turning it so your palm faced upwards, dropping the necklace in your hand. You held the necklace between your fingers, admiring the gems on the ring before noticing the engraving etched on the inside of the engagement band.

"I+O?" You read out the engraving in confusion, eyes meeting Pietro's soft gaze. He paused for a bit, struggling to put together a sentence that wouldn't cause the wall he created to completely collapse.

"Irina and Oleg, my parents. This was my mother's engagement ring. It was apart of the few belongings they've managed to find after what happened." He gently takes the necklace from you, signalling you to turn away from him so he can put it around your neck. Gently pushing all your hair to the side you felt goosebumps rise wherever Pietro's fingers grazed on your skin, the familiar heat rising in your cheeks once again.

You were secretly relieved that he couldn't see your reaction, the unspoken tension between the two of you currently was unbearable. You looked down at the ring, twirling it around with ur fingers while Pietro continued to speak.

"We decided that Wanda should keep our father's ring since he barely acknowledged me as his son, let alone a person." Pietro chuckles dryly.

Pietro turns you to face him, palm resting on your left cheek. "It looks good on you Draga Mea." He compliments you, eyes glancing down to your lips ever so often. "Why did you decide to give it to me?" You whispered, struggling to find your own voice.

Pietro's mouth curved into a smile, his thumb gently stroking your face

"Can't you tell?" He asked.

"Hmmm i think I'm going to have to hear you say it." You teased, smiling up at him, arms sliding around his neck pulling him closer towards you. He rolled his eyes feigning annoyance before telling you what you wanted to hear.

The next morning Wanda lightly knocked on her brother's door, wondering why he wasn't at breakfast. Waiting a couple moments for a response Wanda slowly opened the door only to be met with with the two of you lying in bed in each other’s arms,  the laptop ended up at the edge of the bed as you completely forgot about it after the events of last night. Pietro had his arms tightly wrapped around your waist while your head rested on his chest, the two of you smiling contently.

"They're good for each-other." Wanda whispers to her partner who stood beside her.

"They are indeed."

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