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phoebemunster · 1 year
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I have absolutely no idea what I’m going to be for halloween I am losing it.
#I've literally chosen my halloween costumes on the day of halloween for the past like.....three years#it doesn't help that I have to have things perfect otherwise I'm not happy#like my mom was like you have a targaryen dress just be a targaryen like my hair is brown lmfao!!!!#she was like people will still get it and I don't understand how she could say that literally no one would get it#I was thinking of being thorn from the hex girls but I don't have a red shaw for my waist so I would just be a vampire lady#speaking of vampires since no one reads my tags I'm sure I need to get this off my chest.....which also connects to the story#howl o scream has this vampire house and honestly I'm not sure of the theme I thought it was like a vampire s&m club but apparently not#but there's this like.....dismembered torso in one room right and she has her arms but no head#and she had a bra on which is funny because they can show all the gore they want but nudity? no.#and it was a plain black bra which is also funny because there's someone in a gimp suit being like hung from the ceiling#(in a sexy way I guess not like being hung to kill them)#but like.....I felt like kaa from the jungle book#it was very 13 year old gay girl walking into a victoria's secret and being afraid of the mannequins because they are in bras#if that were a REAL vampire club??? I would be dead I would have met my demise they would have snuck up on me and I would have#died in the most embarrassing way ever#who was she??? what did she look like when she had a head??? what are her interests???#anyway clap if you read the tags I guess#I'm being tormented#let's face it I want to be something bloody and creepy when it comes down to it do I really need a theme or a directive#to look as though I was killed in a horribly gruesome way am I asking for too much#I mean I do want the white lace front too let's be real I'm not bleaching my hair
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thesirencult · 4 months
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Pick A Card : Your Inner Goddess
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"How would you behave if you knew you were a God or Goddess? How would you treat yourself, how would you treat others? What kind of consciousness would you hold about your smallest actions if you knew their effects influenced the rest of creation? If your awakenings could bring joy to the multitudes? What kind of mindfulness would that inspire?"
- Anodea Judith, Eastern Body, Western Mind: Psychology and the Chakra System as a Path to the Self
Within each woman there lies a Goddess. Within you there lies a force to be reckoned with.
She awaits the moment you find her and she awakes.
Take the messages with a grain of salt. First and foremost trust your intuition and your inner Goddess...
Within each pile you will find what your inner goddess craves, how you can service her and what's holding her back.
Pile 1
The Hierophant, The Sun, The Empress
Your inner Goddess is craving warmth and care. A daring little lady she is. She reminds me of P!nk in the music video of U+Ur Hand.
She is sitting pretty with her book and she is not easily impressed. Maybe because she can do EVERYTHING she puts her heart and soul into. Very wise and commanding, yet feminine and seductive.
Your inner Goddess wants you to realize that you deserve abundance and happiness. You need to work on your Solar Plexus. I get that I should also talk to you about your adrenals. You have been hustling for a long time and the Goddess wants you to sit your pretty booty down and take a moment to breathe and realize that you are right on time. Go get it panther!
Pile 2
The Fool, The Star
Wow. This is a very airy energy. Your inner Goddess is here to see and experience everything. She loves being vulnerable and wants to push you out of your comfort zone.
She dares to dream about a better future and she wants to tell you that if you don't dream it and belive it you mights as well not even try.
Just do it, she says, and dives straight out the cliff. She always manages to survive and those negative voices feel jealous that the "naive" Goddess makes the best decisions right on the spot. Trust your intuition and inner Wisdom.
Pile 3
3 Of Cups, The Star, 10 Of Swords, Queen Of Wands
I don't know why, but your inner Goddess gives me "black cat energy" or Scorpio energy. She is that seductive voice that whispers "do it now, analyze it later".
She is affectionate and loves a good foot rub. Your inner Goddess has been through it. She has been accompanying you for SEVERAL lifetimes and she could have been the black cat to your Cleopatra back in ancient Egypt.
I feel like we should not play around with this one cause she might whip us up. Lol. Your inner Goddess comes out during "playtime" if you know what I mean. Look at your Lilith cause she is a lot like that placement in your chart. Alien yet homely. She can be either a storm or a beautiful river. Beware, she scratches anyone that dares hurt you. Payback's a bitch, so is Mrs. Catwoman here.
P.S. Get that sexy leather bra and that rose tattoo. Tie up your man/woman and have fun ! xoxo.
Pile 4
4 Of Cups, The Chariot
Hello brat! No worries, we can all be brats sometimes *wink,wink*.
Little lady, your inner Goddess is FED UP. She is a go getter and she is done watching you be a pessimist. She wants you to get some fuel into this fire.
Your Venus sign can be indicative of what your inner Goddess is like. She is pretty private and this can indicate issues with how you express her energy. All in all, she comes up when you think of what makes you grateful ! Feed her!
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beskarandblasters · 2 months
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The Gunslinger
Boxer!Abby Anderson x F!Reader
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Author’s note: From the results of my poll! Next up is Gym Owner!Abby and an Abby x Reader x Ellie roommate threesome!! (。◕‿◕。)
Summary: Your friend, Tyler, drags you to your first boxing match one night. You're expecting to not have any fun at all until you lay your eyes on The Gunslinger also known as Abby Anderson. She spots you during the match but you chalk it up to random eye contact she makes with her fans. What happens when she finds you alone after the match?
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Warnings: reader is able-bodied, no outbreak au, idk if the boxing rules + the match are accurate I am but a simpleton, soft dom!Abby, dub con (reader has consumed alcohol), semi public sex, oral sex (reader receiving), strap sucking, strap fucking (reader receiving), Abby refers to the strap as her cock, reader is shorter than Abby but than that no physical descriptions used, nipple play, pet names (good girl & pretty girl), slight degradation (whore), no aftercare, no use of y/n
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You’re not going to enjoy yourself. No one in their right mind wants to spend their evening sitting shoulder to shoulder in uncomfortable stands, surrounded by drunk assholes screaming their heads off. And yet here you are, sitting shoulder to shoulder in said uncomfortable stands, holding your overpriced beer in one hand and covering your ear with the other. You’re wearing a skirt and the itchy wood is irritating the back of your thighs. This was all a mistake. Why did you agree to this?
Oh right, it’s because your friend Tyler convinced you to come. 
“Can you at least act like you’re having a good time? We’re right in the front row,” he says, pulling your hand away from your ear.
“I’ll try but no promises.”
“You’ll change your mind once you see the Gunslinger, trust me.”
“What’s so special about her?” you ask, chugging your beer so you don’t have to hold it any longer. 
“One of the best sluggers I’ve ever seen. Seriously, her uppercuts are devastating.”
“Whatever you say,” you respond, rolling your eyes. 
“Do you wanna know why they call her the Gunslinger?” he asks. After every response he turns his gaze across the ring, staring at something but you can’t make out what. 
“Sure.”
“Because she’s got the fucking cannons, man.”
“Cannons and guns are two different things.”
“You know what I meant. Seriously, the biceps on this woman are insane.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“You’ll be eating your words later.”
He turns his gaze away from you again and this time you see what he’s looking at– a woman sitting in the front row on the opposite side of the ring. She notices him and smiles. You recognize her as the woman he was chatting up when he was in line grabbing your beers.
“You’ve been making eyes at her since we got here.”
“I have not.”
“Yes, you have. And I’d be willing to bet she’s into you, too.”
“...You really think so?”
You open your mouth to respond but Tyler interrupts and so does the crowd, your ears ringing from their boisterous shouts. The announcer steps into the ring, microphone in one hand and the other raised in the air. He’s wearing a black suit and a wide grin, just admiring the way the audience cheers for him, not even one of the boxers. 
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! And welcome to tonight’s match. Tonight promises to be a classic with the lineup we have for ya.”
“First up we got a rookie in the ring. Fighting out of the blue corner is the Iron Fist, Fiona Finster!” 
You turn your head towards the hallway the announcer is pointing at where you see the silhouette of a woman; tall, bulky, a fucking unit. She steps into the ring and sheds her silky white robe, embroidered with The Iron Fist in royal blue lettering. She’s wearing a black sports bra, royal blue shorts, and gloves to match the lettering on her robe. The audience cheers for her but you’re stuck staring at the sheer size of her. If this is a rookie… then what does the Gunslinger look like?
“Next up we have a legend entering the ring. You know her. You love her. Fighting out of the red corner. It’s the Gunslinger, Abby Anderson!”
Entering the ring is a woman who makes the Iron Fist look like a wimp. She’s taller and absurdly muscular, wearing black boxing gloves. Her robe is also black and on the back, in shiny silver letters, it reads The Gunslinger. She takes it off and hands it to who is presumably her coach. Once the robe is gone you can see everything much better and Tyler was right. She really does have the fucking cannons. Her skin is shiny, the bright lights reflecting off her muscles, and her dirty blonde hair is pulled back into a braid. She scans the crowd, mouth curled into a smirk as she watches how the audience cheers for her. She’s confident, well-liked and she knows it. You feel no better than a man the way you’re ogling her, admiring the way the muscles in her back stretch out the fabric of the charcoal gray sports bra she’s wearing. She’s just… impressive in every way and with a body like that the nickname Gunslinger feels earned. 
Before she’s finished showing off for the crowd her eyes land on you, meeting your gaze and flashing you a smile. Your cheeks heat up in… embarrassment? No, that’s not right. Flattery? Maybe. 
Or it’s probably because you just formed a strong attraction to this woman. And it’s probably the look on your face that gave it away. Your eyes go wide as you stare at her, your mouth falling open in a soft O. 
Whatever, the eye contact probably didn’t mean anything. She probably does that with lots of people in the audience; her fans. Unless…
No stop right there. She’s a professional and you’re just a spectator, nothing more. That meant nothing. 
The referee enters the ring and goes over the rules with the two women. And once again as she’s listening to the ref she looks past his head and glances at you again. The eye contact is intense, almost too much to bear but you can’t look away. It’s the type of eye contact one would show someone if they’re trying to assert their dominance. As far as you’re concerned, she can dominate you all she wants. 
The boxers bump gloves and the first round begins. It’s one of the most enthralling sporting events you’ve ever witnessed. Tyler hands you his beer, too focused on the match to worry about drinking it. But you’re not about to waste the shitty, overpriced beer so you down it, setting the plastic cup on the floor. Despite being an absolute unit, the Gunslinger is quick on her feet, evading most if not all of the Iron Fist’s punches. Every blow the Gunslinger delivers is powerful, making you wince just from observing them. You’re actually enjoying yourself but you don’t know if it’s from the riveting match or if it’s because you’re a little tipsy. Regardless, this is the best turn of events. And the Gunslinger is easy on the eyes. 
The match flies by round after round until it’s the final one. You’ve never been to a boxing match before but supposedly the judges don’t announce the score until the match is over. 
But that wouldn’t even matter. 
Because the Gunslinger delivers a devastating blow to the Iron First– a knockout, right in her jaw. The opponent is off her feet for more than ten seconds. And once the referee finishes his count to ten the match is over. The crowd erupts into overwhelming celebratory cheers. 
“And the winner is Abby The Gunslinger Anderson!” the announcer exclaims. 
Everyone rises from the stands, hands in the air and cheering loudly. The Gunslinger is presented with a gold belt, throwing it over her shoulder like a sash. She raises her gloved hands in the air, basking in all the applause. She makes eye contact with you again for the third time. This has to mean something, right?
Before she exits the ring, she winks at you, smiling once more. And with that, she’s gone and while you’re left reeling from the intense eyefucking the crowd starts to leave, moving as a large hoard. 
“Fuck, Tyler! Go find that girl before she leaves!” you say, elbowing him. 
“Really? You’ll be okay?”
“Yeah, I’ll meet you out front. Just go talk to her before she leaves,” you say, urging him to go. 
You remain on the bench, waiting for the crowd to dissipate before moving. The night’s events replay in your mind and you’re amazed you had any fun. Though, it’s hard to tell if you had fun because of the boxing or because of subtle flirting from the Gunslinger. Either way, you’d come back for another match. 
Eventually, the crowd disperses and you start to leave, heading to the parking lot to meet Tyler. You’re about to push the door open when a hand on your shoulder stops you in your tracks. Expecting it to be Tyler you turn around and ask, “Did you get her number or what?”
“Whose number?” 
Except it’s not Tyler. It’s the Gunslinger. 
“Oh, I’m sorry! I thought you were my friend.”
“It’s just me.”
You’re stunned, mouth opening to speak but no words coming out. 
“Abby,” she continues. 
“Right! That was a good match,” you say, struggling to form a coherent sentence. 
“Thanks,” she chuckles, “I’ve never seen you here before. This your first one?”
“Yes,” you admit. 
“Did you like it?” she asks, raising her arm above her head and leaning against the wall, inching closer to you. She towers over you but you catch a glimpse of what’s behind her— people who are still lingering around, just like you. 
She catches you looking past her and looks over her shoulder. She exhales and says, “Don’t worry about them. Focus on this.”
“Right,” you say with a shaky breath, painfully aware of all the eyes on you. She turns her gaze back to you, blue eyes staring into yours. Now she’s closer you notice the freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose and her cheeks.
“Or I can take you somewhere that’s more… private?”
You pause for a moment, thinking about Tyler before quickly deciding that he’s still talking to that girl. You didn’t get a text from him either. 
“Please,” you say. 
She stands up straighter, removing her arm from the wall and grabbing your hand. She leads you away from the exit doors and towards the hallway she entered, walking right past the group of people who noticed you two in the first place. She holds her head high, not caring about the stares as she brings you to her locker room. 
She shuts the door behind you and immediately presses you up against the wall. She palms your thigh, hand inching up closer towards the hem of your skirt. 
“You didn’t tell me your name,” she says in your ear. You don’t need to see her face to know that she’s wearing a smirk. 
You tell her your name with a shaky breath and she repeats it to herself before saying, “Are you gonna be my good girl?” 
“Fuck,” you curse under your breath, a shiver running down your spine. 
She grabs you by the waist, dragging you to the bench and forcing you to sit down. She kneels on the floor, one hand rubbing your inner thigh and the other pushing you so you’re lying down on the bench. You hear her reach for her bag and out of the corner of your eye you spot her grabbing a pair of trainer’s scissors, like the kind used to remove gauze and tape from wrapped hands. She hikes up your skirt and you feel the cold metal slide across your skin as she cuts off your panties.  
“Shit,” you breathe out, feeling her muscular hands pull the fabric off of you. 
“Look at you, already dripping for me,” she says, pulling your thighs apart. “Did you get wet watching me fight?”
“Fuck… Yes, I did,” you admit. 
“Eyeing me up and down like a whore in my own ring?” she says, getting closer to your pussy. She goes to eat you out, mouth hovering over your clit and warm breath sending a shiver up your core. 
“Eyes on me or you don’t get cum. Got it?” 
You rest on your elbows, propping yourself up to get a good view of her face buried between your thighs. Her tongue laps at your pussy, swirling around your clit all while her eyes are on you, watching the way your mouth falls open and the way your chest heaves. Her tongue circles your entrance, nose grinding against your clit as her strong arms wrap around your thighs. Fuck, her arms. The veins bulge from her muscles as she keeps a firm grip on you, keeping you flush against her face while she eats you out. The pleasure builds and for a split second close your eyes. But that just won’t do. 
She stops, pulling her face back slightly and saying, “What did I say, pretty girl? Eyes on me.”
You open your eyes again, meeting her stern gaze before she goes back to licking your cunt. She squeezes your thighs tighter as she flicks her tongue around your clit before sucking it. A loud moan escapes your lips as she brings you to the edge of orgasm. You cum hard against her face, pussy clenching around nothing and thighs shaking under her grasp. She laps up every last drop of your release before letting you go, rising from the floor and reaching for her bag again. 
“Strip for me,” she commands while searching for something. 
You pull yourself off the bench, legs shaking underneath you. As you strip your clothes you watch her grab a black strap-on from her bag. 
“Do you do this with all your groupies?” you tease. 
“Just the pretty ones,” she says, shedding her clothes and putting on the strap, “Now, back on the bench.”
You sit, waiting for further instructions, but instead, she grabs the back of your head and brings you to the tip of her strap. 
“Be a good girl and suck my cock,” she says, stroking your cheek lovingly. 
You open your mouth and take the tip of the strap in your mouth, wrapping your hand around the base. You bob your head up and down, making sure the strap gets nice and slick, all while maintaining eye contact like you know she likes. Her hand continues to caress your cheek as you suck her off, putting effort in like it’s a real cock she can get pleasure from. 
But once she’s decided you’ve done enough, she pulls out of her mouth and pushes you down on the bench. Her strong hands pull your thighs apart again, the tip of the strap aligning with your entrance. Her hands grip your waist as she thrusts into you in one swift motion. You gasp at the sudden length and girth but she brings a hand to the outline of your breast, caressing it before pinching your nipple and saying, “You can take it.”
You nod, looking into her piercing eyes and spreading your legs even wider to accommodate how broad she is. She pinches your other nipple as she draws her hips back and slams into you. Off to your right, you hear people outside the door, shuffling down the hallway. But you’re unable to hold back your moans, not with the way she’s fucking you. 
“Abby, what if someone hears?” you manage to choke out.
“Let them,” she says, thrusting into you harder. 
“Oh, fuck,” you curse, stars dancing in your vision. 
Her hands move to your waist and her strong arms hold you down, her fingers sinking into your skin as she grips you tightly. She pulls you into her all while she thrusts into you. And with one last slam of her hips, you come undone around her, pussy clenching her cock while she fuck you through your release. 
“That’s right. Cum on my cock, pretty girl,” she says, her jaw slack and watching how pretty you look when you cum. 
Once you’re done, she pulls out of you, standing up to take off the strap and get dressed again. You lie there trying to catch your breath and once she’s clothed she kneels by your side, handing you your clothes and saying, “Come to another match sometime.”
She kisses you, hand gripping your grin before she rises from the floor and grabs her bag, leaving you there in the locker room; a naked, shivering mess. 
You sit up and reach for your phone, hastily texting Tyler to tell him you’ll be out front soon. While you wait for his response you notice that your shredded panties are gone, meaning that she must’ve taken them, another kind of trophy for her from this evening. He responds with a thumbs up and you collapse back down onto the bench, giving yourself more time to recollect yourself and replaying the night’s activities in your head. 
Maybe boxing isn’t so bad. 
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honeylations · 3 months
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KIM CHAEWON x FEM!READER
Prompt: All your members in Aespa (excluding yourself) are extremely close with Le Sserafim so Minjeong thought it was a great idea to invite the girls over to the dorm without letting you know. It only took Chaewon one look at you before unholy thoughts started to cloud her mind.
Warnings/Notes: g!p reader, 5th member Aespa, reader is tall, reader was born in 2003, eventual smut, unprotected sex, reader is a gamer, tomboyish reader(?)
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Minjeong, Jimin, and Aeri were heard giggling at the front door with a couple more unfamiliar voices, hearing one of the Aespa members punch the dorm code in before letting their 5 guests in.
As they entered, they found Yizhuo placing the final plate in the dishwasher before she wiped her hands on her apron.
“Hi Ning!” Yunjin greeted excitedly.
“Oh hey girls! Welcome to our home”
Then all eyes found you sitting at the kitchen island eating a plate of fried chicken with rice, all while only wearing basketball shorts and your black bra. You stopped mid chewing to make awkward eye contact with your guests and your members shaking their head at you.
“Uh…hi” you smiled with full cheeks that Le Sserafim giggled at.
Chaewon blinked comically, being a little stunned at your boyish charms which was a huge contrast to how you were seen in the Aespa music videos. From pastel pink mini skirts to Lakers basketball shorts, Chaewon couldn’t think of anything else other than ‘holy shit Y/n is hot. Take me take me take me’.
Her thoughts were broken from Jimin’s heavy sigh. “Oh my god Y/n, go put a shirt on. We have guests”
“I wasn’t told about any guests!” You said in defence.
“Well now we have guests. Go upstairs and wear a damn shirt please”
You frowned, which Chaewon found absolutely adorable, before you eyed the 3 pieces of fried chicken left on your plate. “I’m not done eating”
“Go wear a shirt. Then come back down to finish your food.” The Aespa leader said in a tone. “And also, why are you at the island? We have a dining table for a reason!”
“I wanted to stay close to Yizhou Unnie!”
Yizhuo giggled and kissed your temple. Chaewon felt her heart go heavy, wishing that she was in the Chinese member’s place to be kissing you so freely. She knew it was just a big sister thing for Yizhuo to do but it doesn’t stop Chaewon from praying to the Gods.
“Our maknae is so cute”
“I’m not cute” you quickly announced as you stood up and stretched, letting everyone see your rock hard abs.
“Quit being a show off” Aeri scoffed, making you wiggle your brows and wink at Chaewon.
“Don’t get too excited ladies”
“Oh my god, just go!” Aeri laughed hard as you ran upstairs for a few minutes and returned in a matching Lakers basketball jersey.
“You go for Lakers too, Y/n-ssi?” Chaewon asked, feeling victorious that she managed to say something after checking you out since her arrival.
“Hell yeah, I’m a huge fan!”
“Like a really huge fan. You should see her room” Jimin smirked at you. “Feel free to check it out”
Your eyes went wide, knowing that your room was an absolute pig sty littered with empty Monster cans from your late night gaming, dirty laundry, and worst of all, the Chaewon photocards stuck at the bottom of your monitors.
And also your Chaewon desktop background.
Your older members knew about your adorable obsession with the Le Sserafim leader so bringing the girls in was definitely a way for them to tease you.
“Can we not offer my room like that please?” You grumbled, earning a giggle from everyone.
Ignoring the tease, you looked at Chaewon who was still staring at you like a gem. “Have you been to any Lakers game Y/n-ssi?”
“No I haven’t unfortunately. And please call me Y/n, Chaewon Unnie. Pretty faces like yours get a that pass” you winked.
Minjeong gagged and slapped the back of your head. “No flirting with the guest!”
“I WAS COMPLIMENTING HER!”
“Anyways, we’re gonna stay down here and watch a couple of movies if you want to join” Minjeong added, showing the bags of snacks and drinks she bought before coming home.
You waved your hand politely. “No thanks Unnie. I recently got a new game and want to play it!”
“Oh you game?” Sakura asked excitedly, finally finding someone who shared the same hobby.
“Absolutely! You can call me obsessed”
Chaewon pouted that your attention went to the eldest member and she couldn’t think of another sentence to bring up with you so she sighed in defeat.
“What game did you get?”
“I got the recent Call of Duty game. Have you played it yet?”
Sakura jumped on the spot like a cute puppy. “Not yet! Please let me know if you like it or not!”
“Will do. I’ll head upstairs now. Enjoy your movies!” You waved as you walked but Yizhou stopped you.
“Hey, your food!”
“Oh yeah, I’m not hungry anymore. I’ll just put it in the fridge and eat it later”
Yizhuo stopped you again. “No bub, it’s okay I’ll do it for you. Just text me if you need any snacks and I’ll send it up”
“You’re the best. I love you Unnie” you smiled and disappeared upstairs.
“You’re more like Y/n’s girlfriend than older sister, Ning” Yunjin winked, sending Yizhuo into a gagging fest.
“Don’t say that about my maknae please. She’s an only child and I swore to her parents I’d take care of her. DONT MAKE IT WEIRD!”
“I’m just teasing~ Our Chaewonie here kinda has a crush on your maknae”
The Aespa girls’ eyes went wide, looking at Chaewon in shock. “REALLY?!”
“YAH HUH YUNJIN YOU JERK!!” Chaewon whined and started punching at the taller girl’s arm.
“Is that true!?” Jimin questioned and Chaewon shyly nodded.
“Ahhh so cute!” Aeri clapped her hands. “We can totally help you”
“NO THANKS! Let’s watch the movie now” Chaewon almost screamed and walked past the girls.
Not until Minjeong spoke up. “Uh Chaewon, the living room is this way”
Chaewon came scurrying back. More embarrassed than before. “I knew that”
3 hours later, the two groups had already gone through two movies. Chaewon’s hand felt gross after going crazy on the Doritos so she stood up, confusing the other girls. “Sorry, need to wash my hands”
Jimin nodded. “Bathroom is upstairs at the end of the hall”
Chaewon thanked her briefly and ran upstairs but by the time she reached the top, she had forgotten Jimin’s directions.
‘You can memorise choreo but can’t memorise the way to a bathroom?’ Chaewon scolded herself mentally.
She looked between a bunch of doors and played eenie meenie miny moe before turning the knob on the door to her right. It was definitely not the bathroom.
Instead it was a huge bedroom that was only lit by the pretty gaming setup in the corner, flashing a pretty purple from its monitors.
Thankfully Chaewon doesn’t know that you spent all that time cleaning your room while they watch their movie.
Feeling intrigued, she welcomed herself further into the room to take a closer look at the computers and was shocked to see photocards of herself taped to it. The computer was left open so she saw the Chaewon wallpaper aswell.
“Wha—“
“What are you doing here?” A deep voice spoke from behind, making Chaewon jump back.
“O-Oh Y-Y/n hi!” She smiled awkwardly.
“Did my Unnies send you to tell me something or are you snooping around?”
“I didn’t mean to come in here I swear! I was looking for the bathroom” Chaewon reasoned, both scared and turned on at your serious expression.
Like she was on a dangerous territory.
“I didn’t want you to see this. You’re probably creeped out now right? I’ll take them down—“ You reached for the photocards but Chaewon was quick to grab your wrist, surprising herself.
“No dont! I-I mean…I like it…”
“Really?”
“It’s cute. Didn’t know I was your bias…” She blushed and looked down at her feet but you held her chin and forced her eyes back up.
“Don’t shy away from me, pretty girl. I have an extra bathroom in here. Just walk through the door next to my bed”
Chaewon gulped at the touch and nodded. She dragged her short self to your personal bathroom and washed her hands before coming back out to see you fixing your basketball wallpapers.
“You must really love basketball”
You turned around and smiled, finding Chaewon pretty under the dim purple light. “I do. My dad got me into it when I was young. If I wasn’t an idol, I’d definitely pursue basketball as a career”
“You’d suit it”
You slowly approached the shorter idol. “Is that so?”
Chaewon started to back away but you kept moving forward until her back met the wall. “Y-Yeah. You should totally teach me how to play s-sometime”
You trapped her between your body and leaned your hand on the wall, tilting your head mockingly which got Chaewon’s head spinning. “Mhm. We can play other things Unnie…that’s if, you know, you’re up for it?”
The older girl stared into your eyes, quickly flickering her gaze to your lips. All it took was your charming smirk for Chaewon to give in, grabbing you by your jersey and cursing under her breath.
“Fuck, I can’t do this anymore” She muttered and pulled you down to taste your lips.
You held her waist with your free arm and tilted your head to kiss her deeper, even boldly pushing your tongue inside her needy mouth.
“Fuck. Wait” The shorter pulled away, feeling herself fall harder at your lustful stare.
The hand on her waist moved up to her face, gently caressing it like she was treasure. The soft touch got Chaewon fluttering her eyes closed. “The door, Y/n”
You glanced at the opened door and then looking back at Chaewon. “What, you don’t want the girls hearing how good I’m gonna fuck you?”
Oh that sounded so hot. But Chaewon remembered Eunchae was also here. She can’t have the baby hearing her leader get dicked down.
“Hm maybe another time then” She heard you chuckle, pushing off the wall to lock your door and going back to her.
You swiftly pulled the jersey over your head, letting Chaewon see the glorious abs again and the silver chain resting at your collarbones. Finding some confidence, the Le Sserafim member ran her palm across the hard muscles, softly biting her lip and looking up at you.
“You make me feel crazy, Pretty girl. Want to ruin you so bad”
It’s insane how soaked Chaewon was now, practically feeling her panties and shorts stick to her throbbing cunt. “Yes please ruin me, baby. Only want you”
You hummed as you unbuttoned her cropped shirt, slowly revealing the lace bra underneath, immediately pulling the top off her body and admiring the plump clothed breasts.
“So good for me. So perfect”
Chaewon muffled her whines when you massaged her tits, going in for another messy kiss and laying her on your soft king sized bed.
“Need this off” She mumbled against your lips while she removed the rest of her clothes, finally laying naked underneath you.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more perfect” You whispered, eyeing her drenched pussy.
You kneeled before the bed and pulled Chaewon in by her legs so her cunt was finally positioned in front of your face. “Been imagining this for too long. I’m gonna eat you out so good, Princess. Need you to stay quiet for me, okay?”
“Yes ma’am”
Yeah Chaewon was lying. How could she stay quiet the moment you gave a long lick up her slit? You groaned at her sweet taste and going in for more, licking her up like you’ve been starved.
She found comfort in holding your head, wanting you impossibly closer. You held her down while you sucked at her puffy clit, immediately sending Chaewon over the edge as she came on your face.
Her liquids dropped down your chin but your tongue never stopped. Chaewon started to tear up from the overstimulation yet she couldn’t escape from your strong hold on her small frame.
Your index and middle finger prodded inside her entrance unannounced, already going in and out at a fast pace. Chaewon bit on the back of her hand as she felt the second orgasm crashing through.
She wriggled beneath you, pulling your mouth away as you felt her starting to tighten around your fingers. That’s when the unexpected happen.
The older girl’s legs shook as she was squirting all over you, whimpering your name behind her palm as you slowed down.
“Holy fuck, Chae”
“I-I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to mess your bed” she cried full tears.
You crawled up and shushed her whimpers, letting her taste herself and Chaewon felt proud she tasted this good. Resting your forehead against her’s, you caressed her soft cheeks and smiled. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
“Can you not flirt in the middle of this please?” She hissed and slapped your arm.
“Sorry. You turn me on so much, fuck”
Chaewon leaned up on her elbows as you took a step back to remove your shorts and boxers, finally revealing the monster you packed underneath. The older’s eyes widened as you stroked yourself.
“So fucking hard for you, pretty face” you panted.
She crawled over to you and replaced your hands with her smaller one’s, turning you on even more. Everything about her was so small, it drove you mad.
“That feel so good, baby but we can’t take too long” you reminded her as disappointed as you were.
“Aw but I wanna stay here with you. Let you fuck me good until sun rise”
You stopped her hand on your cock and laid her down again to hover on top. “I know but it’ll have to be another day, Princess. Our members will kill us”
The older girl saw you reach for a condom in your drawer but she placed a hand on your shoulder. You halted your movements and looked at Chaewon with confusion. “What’s wrong, Princess?”
It was too late for her to feel embarrassed about what she was gonna say. “W-We won’t need that”
“You take pills?” You asked genuinely, chucking the unopened condom wrapper back in its home.
“Uh…not really, but I will after this!”
It clicked in your head instantly. “Lucky for you, I have a breeding kink aswell. Fill you up until your body is full”
Chaewon squirmed when you pushed the head of your cock inside her soaked hole, becoming a bit difficult with how she was squeezing you. You rubbed her waist and peppered her face with kisses. “Princess, I need you to relax okay? I can’t fully go in if you keep…ah…clenching”
“It hurts, Y/n-ie”
“Look at me, Princess”
Chaewon gulped and slowly opened her tear filled eyes.
“There’s my pretty girl. I’ll take the pain away, I promise”
Thankfully, Chaewon had the strength to nod in response before you gently kissed her lips. Not aggressive like before and it really helped the older girl focus on your soft lips rather than the pain she was feeling in her stretched cunt.
Giving on last peck, you hid your face in her neck and groaned. “I’m fully in now, baby. I’ll be slow”
Chaewon’s back arched as you slowly pulled out and pushed in. “F-Fuck Y/n”
“Your pussy feels so good, Princess. Will fuck it so hard you only beg for my cock and no one else’s”
Chaewon pushed your lips further into her neck while you quickened your thrusts, the wet slapping noises beginning to become louder in the room.
“Ah…Ah Y/n! Fuck me like that, yes!”
You were quick to cover her mouth from releasing any more loud noises. “Shhh. Gotta be quick, baby. Take my cock”
One hand kept Chaewon’s legs apart as you began drilling into her like there’s no tomorrow. The Le Sserafim member clawed at your back and began drooling all over your palm from the intense pleasure.
“Yes yes yes Chaewon, need you to cum on my cock. Fucking soak me like a good bitch”
Chaewon’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as you pounded into her ferociously, the knot getting tighter in her stomach before it finally snapped when you pinched her clit.
She cried hard into your hand and shook violently beneath you. Seeing the orgasm hit her so hard got you reaching your limit too, sinking your teeth into her neck as you shot all your cum inside her abused pussy.
“F-Fuck…oh fuck, Chae. That’s it, baby. Such a good girl”
You laid on top of her breathlessly before gently holding her hand. “Please don’t go yet, pretty girl. Stay with me for the night”
It wasn’t like she wanted to leave anyways. She hugged you tightly and brushed your hair back. “I’m not going anywhere”
After a quick wash up and change of sheets, you allowed the older girl to sleep on your bed while you checked your phone, finding a lot of messages from your members.
[Minjeong Unnie🥸: keep your dick in your pants next time]
[Jimin Unnie😇: your horny jerk, we continued our movie sesh at Le Ssera’s dorm. You’re lucky Eunchae was asleep]
[Yizhuo Unnie😍: We’re gonna have a talk once we get back.]
[Aeri Unnie🙄: whore.]
“Yeah seems like you’ll be staying with me” You spooned the smaller idol and kissed her nape.
The next morning, Chaewon hissed as she limped downstairs to find your (again) shirtless self sitting at the kitchen table. You had your glasses on and typing away on the keyboard with a fresh cup of coffee sitting beside your phone.
Chaewon hugged you from behind and kissed your lips. “Morning”
“Good morning, pretty girl. Made you breakfast” you winked and gestured at the plate of a full English breakfast across you.
“Thank you. Have you seen my phone?”
“Charging besides the couch right now. I got a call from Yunjin Unnie and she’ll be picking you up in an hour”
“I wanna stay with you” Chaewon pouted.
You sighed and pulled her into your lap, kissing her lips over and over again. “I want you to stay too but we have schedules to go through. I’m free this weekend if you are. We can go out for dinner”
“Yeah sounds good”
You rubbed her waist lovingly. “So Miss Kim Chaewon, does this make you my girlfriend now or…”
“Thanks for asking after a long fuck sesh” she rolled her eyes, making you huff.
She then cupped your face and giggled. “Yes I am your girlfriend, dummy. I wouldn’t want anybody else”
“People are gonna think you’re some cougar now” you joked, earning a pinch to your ear.
“We’re only 3 years apart so shut your mouth”
“I’m kiddingggg! Now eat your breakfast before it gets cold. I prepared the meds next to your juice too” you tapped her butt, letting Chaewon hop off and sit in front of her plate.
“I love you” she whispered, red tinting her cheeks.
“I love you too”
“…”
“…cougar”
“YAH YOU JERK!”
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shadesslut · 7 months
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Idk if I’m doing this right but can u do a Chad Meeks Martin smut where she’s dating either Ethan or wes but her and chad have a secret enemies with benefits and she goes underwear shopping and Chad is there and there’s loads of flirting and stuff
I LOVED THIS REQUEST
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Pairing: (Chad Meeks-Martin x Fem!Reader)
Content Includes: (Smut, cheating, slight voyeurism)
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Chad and Y/N’s relationship was…interesting to say the least. He had met her through Ethan, his roommate, and the moment he connected eyes with her all he wanted to do was rip off her clothes. His wish came true that night they met, and once he got a taste of her, he couldn’t get enough. There was one slight problem, she was dating Ethan. Neither of them were necessarily proud of what their little secret was, and it caused tension between the two around the others. To the others, they looked at their relationship full of hate. Oh how they were wrong.
Chad was having a bad day. It was Saturday, a guy like Chad was supposed to be having a good day full of drinking and hanging out with his friends. But, here he sat, alone in his kitchen. Ethan had left a few hours ago, with her, to go shopping. They invited Chad, well, Ethan invited Chad, but Chad didn’t want to be a third wheel once again. He also didn’t wanna have to stare at Y/N’s ass be groped by Ethan all day. 
He groaned, once checking his phone again for any new messages. He pressed on Snapchat, instantly going to his private album. He scrolled through the photos of Y/N, her bare body starting to arouse Chad. He reached into his sweatpants, starting to stroke himself. He softly whined, and his thumb accidently swiped on the screen, pulling up the map. He immediately stopped stroking as he saw Ethan and Y/N’s bitmoji pop up right next to each other. 
“Fuck me,” he groaned, taking his hand out of his pants. 
He was starting to get heated, and he huffed as he shot Ethan a text.
Chad
Changed my mind omw
2:36 pm
Ethan waved at Chad from a little table in the food court. Chad nodded as he walked over, dapping Ethan up. 
“I’m glad you changed your mind.” Ethan said smiling, offering Chad some of his fries. Chad only smiled, taking a fry. 
“Where’s Y/N?” Chad asked. 
“She’s um-looking for underwear,” Ethan quickly said, coughing. 
Chad laughed, but his cheeks grew warm. “Didn't wanna help her?” He asked teasingly. Ethan shook his head rapidly. Chad knew that the two had never slept together, so Ethan’s shyness was expected. 
Ethan’s phone buzzed, and he flipped his phone over, face going pale as he read the message. “Shit,” He cursed, immediately standing to grab his stuff. 
“What’s wrong?” 
“I-I forgot I work a shift at three, shit. Can you-“ Ethan stammered, shortly being interrupted by Chad. 
“I’ll drive Y/N home.” Chad assured him. 
Ethan let out a relief of sigh, and quickly thanked Chad before leaving. Chad was suddenly thanking himself for coming here. 
He looked around awkwardly for Y/N in the lingerie store. It was mostly full of women, some dragging their poor boyfriends along behind them. Chad’s eyes stopped on a mannequin, which was clad in a black lace set. The bra had a little pink rose on the center gore, and it had two black bows on the straps. The lace was see through, and Chad imagined Y/N wearing it, being able to see her nipples. 
His eyes wandered down to the panties, which also had a pink rose on it. The panties were connected to a garter, which connected to thigh highs. Chad drooled at the set, only picturing Y/N wearing it. 
“Can I help you, sir?” He heard a woman ask. He immediately spun around to the voice, embarrassed. He sighed as he saw Y/N. 
“Yes actually, I was thinking about getting this for a special lady.” He joked, slightly smirking. 
She snorted. “As if you have a special lady.” 
Chad smiled seductively, checking their surroundings to make sure no one was in the same area as them, before grabbing at her hips. “I think I do,” he whispered, his head tilting. 
Her eyes widened. “Chad, Ethan-“ 
“He left. Had a shift.” He interrupted. She let out a sigh of relief, and she pushed him away. Chad peeked at her shopping basket, looking at the sets of lingerie she threw in. “Can I see you wear them?” 
“No, I told you yesterday.” She said sternly. 
Chad remembered. The night before Y/N had called him, and she told him that their little ‘friends with benefits’ was over. 
“I know you told me yesterday, but you see, I didn’t agree to it.” Chad sarcastically said. 
She rolled her eyes at him, walking to the next section. Chad quickly grabbed the black set before following her. 
“It’s not up to you, I can’t keep doing this to Ethan.” She told him, looking through pairs of thongs. 
“Let me change your mind.”
“No.” She spat, grabbing the set out of his hands. She walked into the fitting room. Chad wanted to follow her in but didn’t want to seem like a creep, so he waited. 
He scrolled aimlessly on his phone, watching a girl leave the fitting room. He heard shuffling, and a loud sigh. “Chad?” Y/N shouted from her room. 
“Hm?” 
“Can you,” another sigh. “Can you help me?” 
He chuckled before standing up and knocking on her door. She opened it a tad, letting him in. “Alright babe, I’m here to assist-“ 
Chad’s mouth, figuratively speaking, was on the ground. She was wearing the set he had admired previously, but the garter was clipped on. His eyes immediately went to her breasts, and he practically drooled at the sight. 
“Can you help me with the garter?” She asked, huffing as she tried to clip it on. 
He nodded quickly, his hands instantly reaching to her thighs. He stuck his tongue out as he focused on clipping it on, but failed to do so. She let out a groan and slumped in the chair. Her hips slid towards his face, and her legs spread open. Chad’s eyes flicked up in between, and he felt himself get hard again. 
“So, I know you said things were over, but, your vagina is quite literally in my face.” Chad said, looking up at her. She let out a slight laugh. 
“What’re you gonna do about it?” 
Oh. 
Now that set off Chad. 
His eyes turned dark, and he grabbed at her waist, causing her to yelp. He shushed her by smashing his lips on hers, and he practically ripped the panties off. She gasped at the cold air, and Chad grinded his hips into hers. 
He picked her up in his arms, holding her ass with his hands. 
“Chad-We can’t, We can’t do this here. Someone will hear,” she whispered, panting. 
He only kissed her neck sloppily, and slowly pulled down his sweats and boxers. “Then I guess you’re gonna have to keep your mouth shut.”
Chad shoved his dick inside of her, instantly moaning at her warm feeling. He rocked his hips up into hers, and he squeezed her ass. Her hand flew to cover over her mouth, muffling her moans. 
He thrusted his hips into her at a quick pace, burying his face into the crook of her neck. 
“Fuck you always hug me so tight,” he whimpered. 
She only moaned in response, wrapping her legs around his wait. His chest bounced as he moved, and he started to play with her tits. At this point, they were shameless, moaning and whining each other’s name, having no care in the world to who heard them. 
“Chad,” she said, breathlessly. 
He looked at her, still sliding his dick in and out of her smoothly. 
“I’m gonna cum,” 
Chad only chucked dryly, his ego boosted. “Already baby? What, poor thing isn’t used to this kind of treatment from her sweet boyfriend?” Chad mocked. 
“Don’t talk about him while you’re- Ah! Fuck, while you’re inside me,” she protested. 
“I bet he wishes he could fuck you like this. Hell, fuck you at all!” She started clenching around him even harder. “I bet he thinks about you when he touches himself, huh?” He whispered, teasingly. 
Her eyes started to water at the spot the tip of his dick hit perfectly, repeatedly. 
“I bet you think about my cock when you two make out. Do you baby? Do you think of your little secret’s cock?” 
She nodded rapidly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he continued to pound into her. 
“Are you gonna let me cum inside you baby? Like the good girl you are?” He whispered, his mouth pressed up to her ear. Again, she nodded desperately. 
He grunted, rolling his hips into her a few more times before cumming inside of her, her finishing along with him. Chad looked down in between them as sweat dripped down his forehead. He half-smirked at the sight of his white liquid spilling onto the pair of panties. It was alright though, he had planned to buy them for her anyways.
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sgstories123 · 7 months
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Jaz in her FBT
“Hi Jaz!”
Jaz looked up as she opened the door to her HBD flat. Lincoln was slumped in the sofa, a Tiger in his hand, as he greeted her lazily. Her brother laid flat on the other end of the sofa, with his hands and legs spread out, dangling from the sofa. His shirt was rolled up halfway, exposing his abs and his trail of pubic hair. Several empty cans of Tiger were on the table and floor.
“Booked out from camp yesterday?” Jaz asked. When she went for her morning jog at 7 am, she had not seen her brother or Lincoln. They must have gone somewhere after booking out before coming back to her flat while she was out.
Lincoln looked at Jaz and his cock stirred. She was dressed in a red FBT ladies tank top, her sweat glistening from her toned, bronze body. There were dark patches, outlining her sports bra. As Jaz turned around, he could see her long, slender legs extending from her black FBT shorts. Her ass was wrapped tightly against the black FBT shorts, her two perfect globes swaying gently as she moved towards him, putting down her packet of breakfast of Chee Cheong Fun on the table next to Lincoln.
“Yeah. We went out with Hazel and stayed at her place till this morning.” Lincoln replied.
Lincoln was her brother’s good friend at the polytechnic. They were posted to the same unit for their NS and often went out together during their book-outs. Hazel was their friend at the polytechnic too but she is also her brother’s current girlfriend. Jaz did not particularly like Hazel as she thought she was a little bit of a bimbo. Hazel was often on TikTok wearing tight, revealing clothes and spouting nonsense in a fake accent.
“Is he drunk? Or just sleeping?” Jaz nodded towards her brother.
“Both. He drank quite a bit but he did not sleep much last night, so he might be also tired.” Lincoln replied.
Jaz sat down next to Lincoln and took up a can of the cold beer. Maybe Chee Chiong Fun for breakfast was a wrong choice. A can of cold beer after her morning job seemed more palatable. “So what was he so busy with that he did not sleep last night?” Jaz asked, taking a sip of the cold beer.
“Your brother was fucking Hazel throughout the night, releasing all his accumulated sperm for the week.” Lincoln smiled naughtily. “She was moaning so loudly that her voice became hoarse and couldn’t speak properly this morning.”
“How you know? You watched them fucking?” Jaz asked, putting the cold beer can on her cheeks. She could feel her body getting warm.
“Yeah. They were doing it throughout the night in the bedroom with the door open. It was a free show.” Lincoln laughed.
“You never join them.” Jaz felt her love juices flowing as she imagined her brother and Hazel fucking through the night. She put the cold beer can between her thighs to relieve the desire emanating from her lower body, her FBT shorts drenched in the cold condensation. She seemed to be perspiring again, as she felt her sweat dripping off her forehead.
Lincoln inched closer towards Jaz. “Of course I want to, but Hazel is your brother’s girlfriend. Can watch but cannot touch.” He put his hand around Jaz and pulled her closer, kissing her on the cheeks. “But I can touch you and fuck you, right?”
“What the fuck!” Jaz pushed Lincoln away.
“What’s wrong, Jaz? It is not the first time we kissed.” Lincoln edged closer.
“That was only because I lost a bet.” Jaz had betted with Lincoln several months ago that her brother and Hazel will break up once he got enlisted in NS. Jaz did not think that Hazel is someone who would be serious in any relationship. But she was surprised when after 3 months, they were still together.
Lincoln had asked for a kiss for winning the bet. Jaz had tried to wriggle her way out of the bet but Lincoln had been insistent. Two weeks ago, when Lincoln was at their place and her brother was taking a bath, she allowed him to kiss her. It was a long kiss, with Lincoln tongue wrestling her for almost 10 minutes. Jaz thought it was a little too much of a sacrifice for a bet but she did enjoy it somewhat as Lincoln was a good kisser. She almost wanted to fuck him then as she was so aroused at the end of the kiss. But she did not tell him or anyone about it.
Jaz shook herself free of the memory of Lincoln’s kiss and her lust. She drained her beer in one gulp and stood up. She walked to the kitchen and took down the plates from the top of the kitchen sink. Lincoln followed her and hugged her from behind. He kissed the back of her neck, stroking her hair gently. He drew a line seductively with his finger, from the top of her ear down to her upper back, just above her tank top. He pressed himself against her back and rubbed his body against her.
She wanted to push him away but did not. Maybe it was the beer. Maybe she was aroused from the story on how her brother had been having sex with Hazel the whole night. Or maybe she had not gotten over how Lincoln had kissed her. Her knees grew weak and she held on to the kitchen sink for support, sighing softly.
Lincoln sensed the change and held on to her even more tightly, his arm around her waist as he bent her forwards. He turned her head upwards, giving her the kiss that she had been waiting for, his tongue doing its magic, exploring and lighting up every nook and cranny in her mouth. Jaz gave up resisting and opened her mouth wider to receive him.
Lincoln unzipped his jeans and took out his hard cock. He pressed it hard against her black FBT shorts, sliding between the two perfect globes of her ass. Jaz could feel the hard, warm cock pressing against her ass. She turned around and was surprised at the size of Lincoln’s cock. It was much larger than her ex.
“I am going to fuck you and empty one week’s worth of semen into you.” Lincoln whispered.
“No. You are too big.” Jaz cried, her heart pounding so hard that she was feeling faint.
Lincoln slid his hands between Jaz’s thighs. Moving upwards, he parted the inner lining of her FBT shorts and reached her smooth slit easily. Jaz was not wearing any panties and had shaved her pussy. What a whore, Lincoln smiled to himself.
Jaz was already wet, her juices overflowing from her vagina. As Lincoln’s fingers rubbed against her smooth, lubricated lower lips, they easily entered her. Jaz’s gasped as the fingers filled her waiting hole. As Lincoln started to finger fuck her, Jaz moaned louder, her body rocked forward uncontrollably in simulated love-making.
“I want to fuck you, please.” Lincoln whispered urgently. “My cock is not big. Your brother’s is much bigger and he could fuck Hazel all night long.”
“No, Lincoln.” Jaz gasped unconvincingly. “You have to stop now.” But her body was giving a different set of signals. Pleasure coursed through her lower body as Lincoln’s fingers thrust deeper into her. Her legs were hardly able to keep her standing.
Lincoln was pushing himself harder and faster against the smooth fabric of Jaz’s FBT shorts. He had wanted to stimulate Jaz until she allowed him to fuck her. But he could not hold back his orgasm that was threatening to overflow any moment. With one final thrust, he hugged her tightly, pushing her against the sink, her upper body bent forwards onto the kitchen top. He ejaculated streams of white semen all across Jaz’s black FBT shorts, marking Jaz as his prey. Some of it went further, tainting the red tank top and her hair with white globules of his semen.
Lincoln bent forwards to kiss Jaz. His cock still hard, he continued rubbing it against her black FBT shorts, now coated with his thick layer of semen. Still hugging her from behind, he pulled off Jaz’s tank top. He licked her body, tasting the salt off her bronze, toned body. He pushed up her sports bra, releasing the twin mounds of flesh as he squeezed them. As he continued to kiss her, his fingers alternated between stimulating her nipples and her cunt. Jaz was moaning louder, her body shaking and convulsing in pleasure.
“Let me fuck you.” Lincoln pleaded.
“No, Lincoln. I can’t take such a big cock.” Jaz moaned.
“But it is not so big. Come on, you are going to enjoy it.” Lincoln tried to convince Jaz. “Hazel was enjoying your brother’s large dick the whole of last night. Don’t you want some of that too?”
But Jaz was not even listening to Lincoln. She was moving close towards her release. She moaned loudly, her body arching upwards as she pushed her ass against Lincoln’s cock. Grasping the kitchen sink for support, she squirted all over the kitchen floor and Lincoln’s arm as her orgasm rocked through her body with pleasure.
Jaz slumped down from the kitchen sink, tired and satisfied.
Lincoln licked the sweet juice off his fingers. He had not given up yet. He stood nearer to Jaz, his erect cock in front of her face. “Look, I can give you even more pleasure by fucking you. It is not so big, much smaller than your brother’s. I want to fuck you so badly.” 
“No. It is too scary. You are going to rip me in half.” Jaz argued but her eyes could not look away from the magnificent cock, with the thick veins coursing along the shaft and the large bulbous head peeking out proudly through the opening from the layer of cock skin. “I can give you a hand job instead.”
Jaz grabbed the thick, long cock. She stroked it slowly as it was already well lubricated from Lincoln’s semen. It was really too big as her hand could not even cover it completely.
Lincoln sighed in pleasure as Jaz’s soft warm hands engulfed his manhood. It felt so different from rubbing against the FBT shorts.
He closed his eyes and he moaned in pleasure. “Suck it, Jaz.”
Jaz licked the tip of the cock tentatively, sending a tingle of pleasure across Lincoln’s body as the warm tongue made contact. He held onto Jaz’s head instinctively, forcing her to take his cock deeper.
Jaz resisted, pushing Lincoln’s body away. But it was half-hearted effort on her part. She was too mesmerised by his cock to stop sucking it. She found herself wanting more of the cock, sucking deeper and more frequently. Finally, she took the whole cock in, the tip reaching the back of her mouth. Lincoln pumped himself faster into Jaz’s mouth and without warning, shot his second load of semen. Jaz gagged, trying to push herself away from Lincoln but he held onto her head tight. She had no choice but to swallow his semen, as his cock pulsated long, hot streams down her throat. As his pleasure left him, Lincoln released Jaz’s head. Her mouth was full of his semen, parts of it leaking out from the corner of her mouth. Lincoln smiled. Damn. That was so erotic like some Japanese porn.
Jaz laid on the floor, exhausted. She was still wearing her semen-stained black FBT shorts but her upper body was naked, except for the sports bra hanging round her neck. Lincoln admired her body and her small round breasts. His cock became hard again. He removed his remaining clothes and laid on top of Jaz, his hard cock rubbing against the front of her FBT shorts, knocking hard on its final destination, pleading to be let through the gates of pleasure.
“I want to fuck you, Jaz.” Lincoln pleaded again, as his hands squeezed her breasts.
Jaz was too tired to fight back. “Okay. But please do it slowly. You are too big.”
Lincoln pulled down her black FBT shorts and guided his hard cock into her waiting hole. It went in easily as her hole was already well lubricated with her love juice. Jaz moaned and her fingers dug into Lincoln’s back as pain and pleasure coursed through her. Lincoln eased himself slowly into her, kissing Jaz continuously as his cock reached deeper into her. His whole shaft completely engulfed within Jaz, he took a moment to enjoy the warmth around his cock before fucking her.
Jaz was moaning louder and louder with each thrust. Lincoln was glad that he already ejaculated twice. Jaz’s hole was so pleasurable, her smooth shaved pussy so erotic that he doubted he could have lasted long. Even then, he felt his orgasm approaching and with several deep thrusts, he ejaculated for the third time, his whole week’s worth of semen finally spent. He collapsed onto Jaz, as he hugged and kissed her.
Jaz was zombified. Everything around her was a blur. Lincoln’s cock had given her so much pleasure that now that it was over, everything seemed to become meaningless. It was like after the high of a drug had passed and everything lost colour.
“Thanks Jaz. I have always wanted to fuck you. Let’s do this again.” Lincoln stroked her hair as he got up and dressed himself.
Jaz did not know how long she stayed in the stupefied state but when she regained some strength, she realised her black FBT was missing. Lincoln must have taken it as a souvenir.
She walked out to the living room where her brother was still sleeping on the sofa. She had only her sports bra on. Her lower body was naked and Lincoln’s semen left a stain from her cunt all the way down her thighs.
She pulled down her brother’s jeans. Lincoln was right. Her brother had an even bigger cock. Her heart pounded hard and she could feel herself feeling faint again. Now she knew why Hazel stayed with her brother and why she lost the bet. Jaz felt her love juices overflowing from her vagina again. She inched her face forwards to take a closer look at her brother’s hard cock, taking in the musty smell. There was a strong hint of the vigorous love-making session the night before as she could detect the familiar scent of her brother’s semen.
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abitohoney · 3 months
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All I Want for Christmas Is You
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Chapter 6 of 6 - Bells are Ringing
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CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5 || CH6
Sevika x female reader
Rating: Explicit, MDNI, 18+, NSFW
Tags: Sevika/Reader, AU - Modern Setting, Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Lesbian Sex, Cunnilingus, Teasing, Humor, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm Delay (nothing extreme), Begging, Strap-Ons, Face-Sitting, Corny & Cheesy Dialogue, kinda sappy, light bondage
Word Count: 7.4k
Fic Summary: It’s your first year spending the holidays with Sevika, and though the two of you couldn’t be any different in your level of holiday spirit or view of the traditions that come with it, your shared adoration (and sexual attraction) for each other is more than enough to get both of you through it together.
A collection of little holiday-inspired scenes, technically chronological, but really could be read in any order or as stand-alone oneshots. Includes a nice blend of sugar (fluff) and spice (smut).
Chapter Summary: Beyond excited at the prospect of marrying your one true love, you arrange a small wedding in record time. In less than a week's time, you’ve got your special day planned and set for New Year's Eve. (includes a nice blend of sugar and spice)
AN: Brand new chapter for this holiday season!!!
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Beyond excited at the prospect of marrying your one true love, you arrange a small wedding in record time. In less than a week's time, you’ve got your special day planned and set for New Year's Eve. It helps that the only guests invited are Sevika’s- and by extension your- friends. Silco and all his crazy crew.
Turns out your impatience paid off for more than just you. You learn Sevika is actually quite a mess of nerves when it comes to these things. In those few days leading up to your big day, she’s either pacing your home muttering things to herself or smoking cigarillo after cigarillo at your tiny kitchen table and nervously tapping her foot nonstop.
When the day arrives though, it couldn’t be any closer to perfect. There’s a lovely dusting of snow covering the ground, trees, and buildings. The sun shines brightly above, making everything sparkle like something from a lovely snow globe. It’s chilly, but without a single breeze, it’s actually comfortable.
You sit in the small dressing room connected to the reception hall, donning just a white corset bra and short slip as Ran works on your hair and makeup. You’re rather surprised at how skilled they are, not only in application and technique, but also in selecting such a beautiful mix of silver and white accents. Ran even dons a lovely silver suit, and subtle streaks of sparkling silver in their choppy black hair.
Just as Ran finishes up your lipstick, you hear the door fly open.
“Here’s your dress lady!” Jinx hollers as she comes bounding over to the two of you, slinging your wedding dress around like a ragdoll.
She knows your name, but insists on calling you ‘lady’. Likely something to do with her dislike of Sevika and thus you by relation. You take no offense to it, honestly finding it rather entertaining. How your forty-year-old fiance managed to have beef with a teenager is something you’ve yet to learn, but it amuses you nonetheless.
“Thanks Jinx,” you reply with a smile, “You can just hang it up right there.” You nod towards a small rack behind a privacy screen.
She all but throws it onto the rack before clomping over to inspect Ran’s work. As she leans down, well into your personal bubble, you try not to laugh at her scrunched up face while she scrutinizes your makeup. She too is all dolled up with silver and white. Although it’s obvious she did her own work considering it looks as though she’d simply locked herself in a closet and set off one of her bombs, but full of silver and white glitter.
“Nice job Ran,” she finally exclaims before straightening back up with a dramatic swing of her blue braids. “She looks halfway decent.” Her bright eyes look down at your figure before meeting your eyes. “Lady, I really don’t know what you see in Sevika. You should marry Ran. Ran’s single.”
You nearly choke at that last comment, eyes growing wide.
Ran appears considerably less shocked, their dark lips curling into a crooked grin.
“Well, Jinx, I see a lot in Sevika–”
“Also I thought white dresses were only for virgins.”
Now Ran bursts into snorts and barely contained giggles.
You narrow your eyes at the mischievous blue-haired girl.
“What?” she exclaims, then dramatically rolls her eyes and head. “Everyone knows you two did the dirty deed in Silco’s pantry at the Christmas party.” She accents those words with a circle of thumb and pointer finger on one hand, sticking the pointer finger of the other hand repeatedly in and out of the circle.
Ran’s thoroughly enjoying themselves now, and you can’t decide whether you should laugh at Jinx’s crude and ridiculous gesture, or be embarrassed by the fact that more than just Silco knew what you and Sevika had done.
“Speaking of that lumbering oaf, I’m gonna go see how Silco is fairing with his attempt to make her less ugly,” Jinx states before promptly spinning on her heel and skipping towards the door to an adjacent room.
You turn back to Ran, who is just finally recovering from the hilarity of that scene. “I really don’t know what to make of that girl,” you admit, “She’s funny, but obviously blind. Sevika is literally the most attractive woman I’ve ever met.”
Ran shrugs before starting to pack up all their supplies.
You make your way to the floor-length mirror behind the privacy screen to admire your hair and makeup. Ran had really outdone themselves. All that was left was to slip into your wedding dress. A quick glance to the clock says you have less than twenty minutes before the ceremony starts. You wonder how Sevika is fairing. You hadn’t seen her since breakfast that morning, and she had been a disaster of fried nerves.
You hear the door to her dressing room fly open suddenly, followed by the cackling of Jinx as she prances back in.
“What’s so funny?” you ask suspiciously as you step back out from the screen.
“Sevika is freaking out!” she cackles.
Oh no.
Brows knitted in worry, you rush past Jinx and towards the door.
“Hey! Isn’t it bad luck for her to see you before the wedding?” Jinx calls out.
“I don’t care. She needs me. Besides, I’m not in my dress yet.”
The moment you step into the room, you realize just how bad it is. Sevika is sitting, or at least she’s in a chair, but bouncing her legs so erratically it looks like she’s got bugs. She’s facing Silco as he works on applying her makeup. Or at least trying to.
Before you can even say anything, Sevika’s wild eyes are on you and she’s leaping from her chair, ignoring the fact that the eyeliner Silco was in the process of applying has now left a black streak clear down the side of her cheek.
“Oh, that’s not a problem. I’ve just been trying to apply your makeup for the past hour,” Silco drawls with a dramatic throw of his hands.
“Babygirl!” Sevika exclaims, her stormy gray eyes taking in your state of undress, “Are you okay?”
She too is not fully dressed, donning only a pair of white boxer briefs and a white wife pleaser.
Silco turns in his seat to peer over his shoulder at you, rolling his good eye before capping the liner and tossing it into the pile of cosmetics.
Sevika steps around Silco to get a closer look at you. Her brows are knitted in worry and sweat beads along her hairline. She really was freaking out.
“I’m okay,” you assure her, taking her human hand into yours and rubbing it soothingly. “But it looks like you aren’t. What’s wrong?”
“I’m fi-” Sevika pauses, her eyes growing wide. “Where are the rings?!”
She spins around, searching the small room in a frenzy. You have honestly never seen your fiance so frazzled in all your time with her. She was usually so level-headed, or at worst furious, though never with you. She was quite literally a hot mess.
“Sevika, they should be in your jacket pocket. Remember, we put them in there this morning so you wouldn’t lose them.” You pick up her jacket from where it hangs over the back of a chair, pulling out the two boxes from the inside pocket. “See. They're right here. No need to worry.”
Sevika spins around and you can literally see the relief wash over her face. After you slip them back into the pocket and lay the jacket back down you take her hand again and pull her close. You smile up at her softly. Using the side of your thumb, you wipe away the bead of sweat at her temple. “Everything is going to be just fine,” you assure her. She doesn’t appear to believe that, her brows still tightly knitted in worry. So you take her human hand and sneak it under the back of your slip so she can feel the skin of your bare ass. The corner of her mouth twitches as she takes a handful and squeezes.
So close.
You wrap your arms around her neck and pull her down for a sweet kiss. Or at least you intended it to be. The moment she pulls your body flush to hers, she seems to relax. Her tongue prods at your lips, which you happily grant entrance. She swirls her tongue around yours, both of you moaning softly.
Silco intentionally clears his throat, but neither of you pay him any mind. You’re not about to stop kissing your fiance when you can literally feel her worries melting away, taken over by lust.
Her metal hand joins her flesh hand beneath your slip, grabbing a handful of your other asscheek and gently kneading it. She slots her knee between your legs and uses her grip on your ass to drag you up along her thigh. The long, deep moan you release echoes in the tiny room when she finally breaks the kiss to catch her breath.
The two of you stare into each other’s hooded eyes, aching, needy, and oblivious to everything else around you. Specifically Silco.
“I want to fuck you right here. Right now ,” Sevika husks, emphasizing that last word by dragging your aching cunt up along her thigh again.
“Sevika,” you whine, recalling you two have only a little time left before you need to be out and ready for the ceremony. But Janna, do you want her right now.
“No. Really, don’t mind me. I rather enjoy a free show,” Silco drawls sarcastically from his seat.
“Sevika, we have to get ready,” you say softly.
She stares down at you for a moment, lips parted as she contemplates. You know she’s fighting between admitting you’re right, the logic, and wanting to fuck you silly against the door, the instinct.
“If the two of you wish to be at your own wedding- on time- I suggest you save your escapades for tonight,” Silco drawls.
Sevika releases a long sigh.
He’s right.
You’re right.
She releases her hold on you and steps back.
Though she looks just as hot as she did moments ago, new beads of sweat glistening against her dark skin, she at least doesn’t appear to be the least bit worried. But, just to make sure, you grab the small flask of whiskey you had snuck into the other pocket of her jacket and pass it to her.
“Drink. I need you to relax and enjoy our big day.” Realizing her eyes are not on your face, you follow their stare to find she’s focused on your breasts, which are pushed up and out thanks to your ridiculously tight corset-style bra. You smirk up at her. “Why don’t you give each one a kiss for good luck.”
Silco groans loudly.
Sevika’s lips curl into a smirk and she bends down to not only give each breast a soft kiss, but also to make an attempt at sucking a bruise into the supple flesh.
“Sevika!” you chastise, “You can’t mark them. People are going to see it!”
“That’s the point,” Sevika mumbles against your skin before licking a long stripe from one breast to the other. As she straightens back up, she flashes you one of her lopsided grins, knowing damn well she was pushing your buttons and getting you worked up.
With a roll of your eyes, you stretch up to kiss her cheek. “Save the bad behavior for tonight,” you tell her before heading back to your dressing room.
Great.
Now you’re horny and hot as hell, and you’ve got to get into your dress and somehow manage to look and act normal as you walk down the aisle towards the woman who got you so hot and heavy in the first place.
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Though you managed to finish getting ready with plenty of time to spare, you can’t help but worry about Sevika.
You stand beside Ran, arm linked with theirs, as you wait for your time to walk down the aisle. The aisle is a long, white length of silk that runs down the sidewalk that leads from the sliding glass door you stand before, clear up to a beautiful gazebo. The gazebo is dressed in lovely drapes of white and silver silks, flowers, and a sprinkling of lovely green sprigs. The snow is lightly falling, creating the perfect winter scene, just as you’d always imagined it. And the icing on the cake; you can see your gorgeous fiance standing under the gazebo, dressed in a beautiful white suit, perfectly tailored to her muscular and curvy build. Her silver tie sparkles just as brightly as the snow surrounding the area, as does the lovely white snowflake pin that holds her silky ebony strands back in its typical half-ponytail. She looks absolutely stunning.
Silco stands back and off to the side, dressed in a silver suit similar to Ran’s, acting as both best man and the one to give Sevika away. Even from this distance, you can see the small smirk on his face as he watches Sevika. It honestly warms your heart how damn cute this is.
You take a deep breath, and slowly release it through your nose. Nerves tingle and burn beneath your skin, but you wear the most enthusiastic smile. It’s a wild mixture of anxiety and excitement bubbling up with each passing second.
Ran taps you on your arm and you turn to find them giving you an encouraging grin. “Ready?”
You take one more breath, then nod.
Ran opens the glass door, arm still linked with yours, and guides you out as the music plays.
The guests, only a couple dozen or so, all turn from their seats in the chairs along the front of the gazebo to watch. It’s almost comical, seeing all of Silco’s crazy crew all dressed up in fancy suits and dresses, all full of bright smiles as you walk down the aisle. Some even look close to tears.
But your attention is quickly drawn to your waiting fiance whose eyes are locked on you. Sevika smiles that cute little crooked smile you love so much as she takes in the sight of you in your beautiful white dress and fluffy white shawl. The snow is feather soft as it falls on you and your guests. Though Sevika is sheltered beneath the gazebo, you can see specs of snow just starting to melt into her dark hair.
You’re all smiles and bright eyes as Ran walks you up the stairs leading to the podium where Sevika stands with the officiant. Seeing her up close, you can really see how downright stunning she is. Her white suit fits deliciously snug, accenting every line of muscle, every curve of chest, hip, and waist. The silver tie, snug to her neck, sparkles much like her silver eyes. But what really knocks you out is the way she’s smiling at you. Like you are literally the most beautiful and perfect thing in the world to her. Your heart swells knowing that’s exactly what’s going through her head.
You stand across from her, nodding to Ran as they step aside and towards the back as your maid of honor.
As the officiant addresses the guests, you almost tune him out entirely, too lost in grinning at your wife-to-be, who appears just as lost in you. Your warm breaths mingle, little white clouds swirling and mixing between you. Though the air is chilly, your entire body heats with excitement and adoration.
Sevika looks as if she’s finally lost all those anxious thoughts. You’re not sure if it’s the drink you handed her earlier, or if she’s just too distracted by you to care. Whatever the reason, you’re grateful that she finally looks comfortable. This moment is just as much for her as it is you.
Sevika repeats her vows as if on autopilot, her eyes on you the entire time even as she slips her hand into her pocket to retrieve your ring.
“With this ring, I thee wed.” Her voice is deep and low, as if she only intends for you to hear. As if you’re the only person there.
Your cheeks burn and ache with how hard you smile as she slips the ring on your finger. She must be feeling the same, her smirk so big and wide you can see that adorable little tooth gap of hers.
She hands you her ring from the same pocket and you can hardly contain your glee as you slip it onto her thick finger. “With this ring, I thee wed,” you say softly, voice shaking with excitement and emotion. You feel the familiar prick at the corners of your eyes, so close to bursting into happy tears.
Sevika’s eyes are glued to your lips and her fingers twitch at her sides. She knows what comes next.
“You may seal your union with a kiss.”
The officiant barely finishes his sentence before Sevika’s metal hand is gripping your waist and pulling you against her body. Her human hand slides along the side of your cheek, fingers behind your head guiding your lips to hers in a bruising kiss.
She kisses you like she’s been craving it for years. All tongue and teeth with no regard to the onlookers. Not that they seem to mind as they cheer, clap, and whistle.
You wrap your arms around her neck and attempt to match her fervor only for her to pull you impossibly closer. Her tongue swirls around your own. You’re almost dizzy and out of breath by the time she finally releases you.
She rests her forehead against yours, a dopey smile on her face as the two of you attempt to catch your breath. The condensation from your now much warmer breaths almost clouds your vision.
“Not even death will take you from me,” she whispers.
You beam up at her. You’re not sure how that could be true, but you believe every word she says.
The two of you walk hand in hand down the aisle together as the guests toss the freshly fallen snow at you. You giggle and shield your face against Sevika’s shoulder, clinging to her bicep and trusting her to guide you back to the reception hall.
By the time the two of you manage to get inside, you’re both covered in the white fluffy snow. You do your best to dust it off Sevika’s suit and hair as she does the same to you.
Sevika grabs you by your forearms and pulls you against her. You gasp at the unexpected move, nearly forgetting how to breathe when you meet her fiery gaze. She looks ravenous.
“I want to fuck you,” she husks, her lips a hairsbreadth from yours.
“I- I do too, but-” you start, words failing you when she teases her tongue along your bottom lip.
“But nothing,” she rasps, “Let me take you into that dressing room and fuck you for the first time as my wife.”
Your cheeks burn and your core aches at her words. As tempting as it is- as tempting as she is- you two will be expected out in the reception hall any minute.
“We- we just need to be patient. After the reception, we can start our honeymoon and do it as many times as you want.”
“How long is the reception,” she all but growls in frustration.
You giggle at her impatience. Though you don’t entirely blame her. You’re just as enthused to consummate your marriage.
“A few hours.”
“Fuck,” she curses, shaking her head while it still rests against yours. “Babygirl, I can’t wait that long.”
“You can,” you insist, “I know you can. Just be patient and it will all be worth it.” You pull back from her. She reluctantly releases you from her grasp, her nostrils flaring in sexual frustration. “Just think how much more fun it will be when you can finally release all that pent-up energy.” You reach up on your toes to kiss the tip of her nose before whispering in her ear. “I’ll let you have me however you wish.”
You pull back to examine her face. That soft, sexy smirk is back. Seems you’ve placated her. At least for now.
“Now come on, wife , let’s go entertain our guests,” you say as you link your arm with hers.
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The reception goes on without a single problem. With an open bar, you were pretty sure Silco’s crew would be more than content, no matter the circumstances. Most of them mingle amongst each other near the bar after dinner, but several do make it to the dance floor where you and your wife spend a good part of the night.
The first song is specifically for you and Sevika. It’s slow and sweet. Sevika surprises you, remaining well-behaved despite how close she holds your body to hers. Her arms are wrapped tightly around your waist, yours around her neck as the two of you sway back and forth to the slow tempo.
You both wear soft, adoring smiles, gazes locked and turning out everyone else around you. Sevika tilts her head before dipping down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. Your skin warms and tingles at the sweet gesture. Then she brings her mouth to your ear. You expect her to whisper something dirty, but you’re left pleasantly surprised.
“I love you.”
Those three simple words nearly take you out at the knees. When she pulls back to peer down at you, you’re certain you’re going to cry. How did you ever get so lucky to snag such a beast of a woman whose heart she only shares with you? No one else gets to experience this side of her. At least not up close and personal like this.
“I love you too,” you choke out, so damn close to breaking into tears. You rest your head on her strong shoulder, face buried against her neck for the remainder of the song, not trusting yourself to keep it together if you remain looking at her.
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Several drinks in and Sevika definitely starts losing that control, quickly shifting from sweet, lovey-dovey to that fiery passion you knew all too well. Not that you’re complaining. Even your inhibitions start to slip away the more you drink and dance.
By the time the DJ calls for you and Sevika to the middle of the dance floor for Sevika to remove your garter, Sevika has lost all restraint.
Sitting on the chair facing your guests, you know you’re in for it with how Sevika eyes you like fresh meat. It’s no surprise when she puts her whole upper body beneath the skirt of your dress. Not at all necessary for the task at hand, but you know she’s got other things on her mind than just retrieving that tiny bit of lace wrapped around your thigh.
You take your bottom lip between your teeth, biting back the sounds that threaten to escape as you feel her lips press against the inside of your calf. Your cheeks burn under the scrutiny of so many people. And it only worsens when you feel the press of Sevika’s warm, wet tongue slowly gliding up the inside of your thigh. The one without the garter.
Sensing her final destination, you bring your hand to cover your mouth and hope the audience thinks it’s just to stifle giggles. She reaches your thin lace panties and pauses. Unknowingly, you hold your breath, legs damn near trembling in anticipation. It’s a good thing you have your hand over your mouth. There’s no holding back the wanton mewl she pulls from you as she slides that devilish tongue clear up the center of your slit, moaning as she tastes your arousal through the thin fabric.
You close your thighs around her head, realizing all too late that you’d just sealed your own fate. She takes advantage of her locked position, her mouth pressing against your barely clothed cunt. Another swipe of that thick muscle has your mind reeling and your core clenching.
Just when you think she’s going to do it again, she takes mercy on you and pries your thighs open. She moves to the opposite thigh, her teeth catching on the edge of the lace lining the garter and smoothly pulls it down your leg and off over your heel. She stands, garter still between her teeth, cheshire smile on her smug face. She grins at your flushed face for a moment before turning to the audience to show off her successful retrieval.
Everyone cheers, hoots, and hollers, spurring on that ego of hers. If you weren’t so damn flustered, you would give her a good piece of your mind. Unfortunately, you aren’t even sure you can manage to stand on your wobbly legs.
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The remainder of the night doesn’t get any less risque. After several more drinks and dirty, slow-grinding songs, Sevika removes her jacket, rolls up her shirt sleeves, and loosens her tie. She stands behind you, hands on your hips as she grinds against your backside to the beat.
Her mouth moves up along the side of your neck, sucking, licking and nipping at the stretch of delicate skin. You tilt your head to the opposite side, granting her more access as you moan softly, uncaring if any of your guests on the dance floor can hear.
Her lips pause at your ear. “How much longer are we gonna do this, babygirl?” she husks.
You hum and smile as you push your ass further back into her, rubbing it in a motion you know she can really feel.
She growls and nips at your ear. “If we don’t go soon I’ll just drag you to the bathroom and fuck you there.”
You slide your hands down the side of your body until they meet hers where they grip your hips. “Aren’t you the one who always speaks of patience?” You tease. “We’ll be done soon. Couple more songs.” You glance around the room, there’s only a few stragglers over at the bar and a couple on the dance floor. “Almost everyone has left.”
“Well then maybe I’ll fuck you right here then,” she purrs, sliding her flesh hand down to cup your cunt through the layers of your skirt.
“Sevika!” you chastise, but it’s lost to her in the way you moan her name and grind against her hand.
She chuckles, warm breath wafting over your neck and shoulders, and good god you are very tempted to take her up on either of those offers.
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You two barely make it to your private little cabin she booked for your honeymoon before she attempts to rip your dress off. You stumble in as she kicks the door shut behind her, her hands ripping at the zipper of your dress. The dress falls into a pool on the floor, quickly forgotten. You’re left in just your corset bra and slip skirt.
“Wait!” you exclaim as she attempts to rip those off as well. “I bought something special for the occasion!”
“So What. I’m just gonna rip off whatever you put on,” she husks and pulls you back towards her by your waist.
“Fine, but at least let me put it on so you can see it once!” you insist. You squirm in her grasp, too tipsy to manage your movements. Not that you would have ever stood a chance against her strength anyway. “It will be real quick. I promise.” When you dodge her mouth reaching for your neck, she finally caves.
“Fine. But make it quick,” she huffs.
You scramble over to your suitcase, nearly toppling over when you bend down to pull the bag out that hides your lingerie. Sevika snorts from her spot leaning against the wall behind you and you shoot her a nasty glare. “You’re a bit drunk too,” you remind her, “You hit your head not only getting into the limo, but also getting out.”
She rolls her eyes before her hungry gaze follows you as you saunter- or more like wobble- towards the bathroom.
You’re grateful for selecting a fairly simple set of lingerie. In your current state there’s no way you would manage anything complicated. After slipping out of your bra and slip with minimal tipping over, you quickly pull on your white, lacy babydoll. You take a quick glance in the mirror, pleased to find the cut of the babydoll perfect. It accents every curve delightfully and reveals just enough skin to tease.
“Thought you said this would be quick!” Sevika grunts from just outside the door.
When you sneak back out the door, you don’t bother hiding the grin painting your face. You know she’s going to like your little outfit, even if she does rip it off you. “Patience, Sev,” you purr.
She pushes herself off the wall and turns to you. You swear you can see her pupils widen the moment her gaze travels up your scantily clad form. That lovely crooked grin of hers appears and you can’t help but giggle at her obvious approval.
“You like it?” you ask sweetly.
She steps closer, that sexy smirk curling higher. “I do.” She slides a finger across the fabric hugging your breasts. “In fact-” She lets that finger glide down the thin fabric between your cleavage and licks her lips. “-I think we’ll keep it on tonight.”
You giggle. “Doubt that.”
She raises an eyebrow. “Is that a challenge?”
You reach up to grab her tie with a playful smile. “I bet you can’t last more than three minutes before you’re ripping this outfit to shreds.” You start to pull her towards you as you slowly back your way to the bed.
Her lips curl into a crooked grin. “Oh you wanna make a bet, babygirl?” Her hands find your hips, eyes locked on yours as you continue to pull her.
You nod.
“I win, you’re mine to do with as I please for the entire night.” Her voice is low and dangerous. As if what she’d do with you would truly be devastating. But you both know, no matter who wins, you’re both going to enjoy it.
“Well if I win, which we both know I will, you’re mine to do with as I please for the entire night,” you counter.
“Deal.”
You take a quick glance at the clock beside the bed. 11:41. She’s got to last until 11:45. Highly unlikely. Your attention returns to her and don’t bother trying to hide your confident smile.
The backs of your knees bump into the mattress and you tug on her tie, pulling her lips to yours. Both of you moan into each other’s mouths, tongues swirling and fighting for dominance. Of course Sevika wins, every part of her overpowers you. Not that you mind.
You continue to pull her along as you sit on the bed and scoot backward. She follows without breaking the kiss, her knees moving along the bed on either side of your thighs. It’s not until your head collapses against the pillows that you finally release her and break the kiss. Lips parted and wet, you both attempt to catch your breath.
Sevika hovers over you, her hands on either side of your shoulders and knees on either side of your hips, eyes half-lidded and burning with lust.
After a moment she finally rises on her knees. She loosens her tie and pulls it over her head. Her grin is lecherous. That should have been your warning, but rather than toss the tie aside as you expect, she scoops your wrists up and wraps the tie around them before securing the other end to the headboard.
Your gasp of surprise is met by a sinister little chuckle. One that has that familiar ache between your thighs pulsing.
She quickly removes her white blouse and tosses it aside before shimmying out of her pants, leaving her in just her white wife pleaser and boxer briefs.
Her mouth crashes into yours again. This time her kiss is wild. Sloppy. But she doesn’t linger there long before she’s making her way down the side of your jaw to your neck. She moves her knees, pressing them between yours and forcing you to spread them open.
You wrap your legs around her waist, moaning as she finds your pulse point and sucks hard. Then she’s moving even lower until her mouth finds your breasts. You desperately want to thread your fingers into her hair as she sucks matching love bruises into the plump flesh of each breast, releasing a frustrated huff and pulling against your restraints. You can feel her lips curl into a devious smile, clearly amused by your distress.
“You’re an ass,” you whisper breathlessly.
“You love it,” she mumbles before licking a long stripe between your cleavage.
As much as you’d like to argue that fact, not only is she right, but your head empties the moment she rocks her hips, dragging herself between your legs.
“Sevika,” you whine, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure rolls through your body.
She chuckles and rocks her hips again.
You can already feel the desire pooling low in your belly. The two of you have been craving each other the entire day. It’s not going to take much to get either of you off. Especially not when she keeps acting so fucking cocky.
One of her hands grope at your breast while the other remains on the mattress. She continues to grind into you, pulling moan after moan from your parted lips. Her fingers slip beneath the cup of your lingerie and attempt to pull it down.
She growls in frustration, the fit of your lingerie apparently a little too good. The rhythm of her hips falters as she diverts her attention to her attempt at removing the offending material. You peer down at her through hooded eyes, a small smile on your face as you witness her struggles.
She mutters something under her breath, most likely a curse, and you barely contain your laughter. It’s only a matter of time before her frustration boils over and she rips your clothes off, just as you said she would.
She glances up at your bound arms, realizing she can’t pull the lingerie off over your head and it’s her own damn fault.
This time you snicker and she flashes you a nasty look. She sits up on her knees, and even though you know what’s coming next, you still release a startled squeal when she reaches down with her clawed metal fingers and tears right through the flimsy lace. She doesn’t stop there either, making short work of your underwear as well.
Now she’s the one chuckling. Not that it matters to you. A quick glance to the clock, 11:43, and you’ve confirmed your victory.
“You lost!” You exclaim, but you’re not prepared to find that smug smile still painting your wife’s face.
“Did I, though?” She taunts, her eyes darting up to your bound hands, then back to your surprised face.
Realization sinks in, but before you can protest, her mouth descends to your breast, teeth clamping down on the hardened peak.
Your sharp gasp dissolves into a soft moan as she soothes the marks she left with a swirl of her tongue. Your eyelids fall closed again. Her lips remain curled in a devious grin while she continues to suck and tease the sensitive nub.
She moves to pay the same attention to your other nipple, alternating between biting, licking, and sucking. All the while you strain against the tie holding your wrists, desperately wanting to touch her. To guide her head lower where your body aches for her the most.
“Sevika, please,” you whine, arching your back when she bites down particularly hard.
“Please what?” she asks.
Your eyes slowly flutter open to find her smirking face now hovering over yours.
“Please touch me.” You know those words won’t be enough for her. They never are. She’s a sadist who loves to make you tell her exactly what you want, just so she can see you flustered. Though you'd be lying if you said that didn’t make your core burn just as much as it did your cheeks.
“I’ve been touching you, sweetheart.” she teases.
“Lower…” your whine trails off into a wanton moan when she intentionally pushes a knee between the apex of your thighs.
“Where?”
“Sevika!”
“Use your words. Tell me where you want me to touch you.” She’s taunting you, but Janna it’s so damn sexy, especially with that husky voice of hers.
You squirm beneath her, trying desperately to rub yourself against her knee, but she quickly pulls it away with a chastising “Tsk”. You’re so damn turned on and needy you can’t help the pathetic sob that rips from your throat.
Finally, you cave.
“Touch my pussy! Please, Sevika!” you beg, cheeks burning.
“That’s my good girl,” she purrs and you keen. She brings her lips to yours in a passionate kiss, stealing your breath away. She slides her calloused fingers slowly down your stomach until two fingers rest just outside your wet folds, her middle finger hovering just above.
She swallows your whimper.
You swallow her evil little chuckle.
She finally takes pity on you and slides her middle finger through your slit. Her tongue swirls around yours, mimicking the motion of her fingertip circling your clit.
You writhe beneath her. The sensations are too teasingly slow and soft. You need more. You need her inside you. When she hears you whimper against her lips, she finally breaks the kiss to peer down at you.
“Sevika,” you gasp, “Stop teasing!”
“Hmm,” she hums, “You want my fingers inside that pretty little cunt?” That damn cocky smirk still paints her face and it makes the knot low in your belly pull tighter.
You nod your head frantically.
“You sure it’s ready?”
Another nod.
“I don’t know, babygirl. I don’t want to hurt you if you’re not ready.” She runs the tip of her finger through your entrance again, collecting your juices before returning to tease the bundle of nerves above.
Even in the haze of your arousal, you’re aware that she knows damn well you are more than ready. You can feel the wetness leaking down the insides of your thighs. And you know she feels it too. She’s toying with you. Trying to get you even more riled up than you already are.
“I’m ready!” You try to give her a stern look, but it falls short when she slides two fingers through your folds.
She hums again, “You are pretty wet.”
You say nothing, just stare up at her with pleading eyes. Janna, she’s so fucking sexy you’re certain the moment she finally does give you what you need you’re going to lose it almost instantly.
Just when you think she’s finally caving, she drags that blissful torture on even longer, deliberately sinking her middle finger ever so slowly inside you. Simultaneous groans fill the room. For as many times as she’s used those fingers, you’ll never get used to how sinfully thick they are. How you can feel each knuckle and each callous drag along your walls. Likewise, she never gets enough of how deliciously tight and wet you are.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” she groans, her warm breath wafting over your lips as she lowers her head. “Such a tight, wet pussy.”
A wave of pleasant warmth rushes over your lower half, followed by an ache that makes you crave more.
“And it’s all mine, isn’t it?” she husks.
Words fail you as she slides the last remaining length of her finger inside you and trails the tip of her tongue across your bottom lip. Your eyes flutter shut.
“Is this pussy mine?” she asks as she begins slowly sliding her finger in and out.
You swallow thickly and try to answer, but you’re too drunk on pleasure.
“Answer me or I stop,” she growls before nipping at your bottom lip.
You yelp, more startled than hurt.
“I- I-” you struggle to form words while she relentlessly distracts and teases you, running her tongue along the little indents she left on your lip. “Yes, it’s yours. All yours.”
“That’s right,” she husks, her lips grazing yours before she seals them with another quick kiss.
She starts fucking you with a slow, steady pace, rocking her hips with the motion as if she was strapping you. You rock your hips along with her, teeth catching your bottom lip in an attempt to hold back your moans. But she’s not having that.
She slips another finger inside, increasing her pace until you’re unable to keep your mouth in check. Moan after moan spills from your parted lips as she fucks you in earnest. Your hips rock with hers in time with her fingers thrusting. The bed shakes, headboard rattling against the wall. Neither of you notice, too high on the sounds and sensations the other is providing.
You can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, the knot in your belly burning and drawn tight. The rocking of your hips falters until you finally give up and let her take complete control.
She gladly takes over, speeding up even more, curling her fingers so with every withdrawal she’s hitting that sweet spot that makes you see stars.
“That feels so good,” you mewl.
“Yea? You like that?” she huffs, her breaths just as ragged as yours.
“Janna, yes!” You fight against your restraints, desperate to touch your wife.
“You’re close aren’t you?” she grunts against the side of your neck.
“Yes!”
Those fingers are thrusting inside your sopping wet cunt so hard now the room is filling with debauched squelching sounds.
Your body tenses, every muscle pulled taut. You’re so close.
“Cum for me,” she growls before sinking her teeth into your neck.
All the sexual tension that had been building that day finally releases in a tidal wave of pleasure. Blinding light flashes behind your closed eyes. A string of nonsensical words spill from your mouth. Your walls clench and spasm around her fingers, pushing your release out in a gush that drenches her hand.
“Fuck, sweetheart. That’s it. Let it all out. Such a good girl for me,” Sevika groans into your ear, her fingers pumping into you while you ride out that blissful high.
When your body starts to twitch beneath her, overstimulation setting in at the end of your high, she slows her pace before finally pulling out completely.
You’re startled from your post-orgasmic bliss when you suddenly hear fireworks somewhere in the distance. You turn to glance out the large glass door to see the bright colors lighting up the night sky, then you see the time. 12:00. New Years.
Unbelievable.
You turn back to your wife with a smile as large as you can manage in your fucked out state.
Resting on her forearms and knees, Sevika peers down at you adoringly, her lips pulled into a satisfied grin. Both of you pant, equally out of breath.
All you can manage to think at that moment is how damn lucky you are to have such a wonderful wife. Not just because she’s indescribably good in bed, but also because she’s so fucking sweet. She rented this cute little private cabin for the two of you to spend your honeymoon. Prepacked said cabin with goodies and firewood for the fireplace. She even perfectly time your special moment with the fucking fireworks!
She reaches above you to remove the tie from the headboard and your wrists, and you immediately pull her down for a sweet kiss.
When you release her, she pulls back just far enough to touch the tip of her nose to yours.
You suppose you can forgive her for reneging on your bet. Kinda hard to complain when she fucked you so good AND timed it with the New Year.
“Happy New Year, wife,” you whisper.
She smiles down at you lovingly. “Happy New Year, my perfect wife.”
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Can I request promt 6 with Lady Lesso ^^’ ?
Heyyy anon, thanks for the request! One Lady Lesso fic with prompt #6 Coming right up 😉
Black Knickers ~Lady Leonora Lesso xFem Reader
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Mommy…Master List
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#6. “My eyes are up here...”
Warnings: NSFW, mommy kink, praise kink, clothing kink…?, implied smut, implied sex, implied degrading kink
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Enjoy (;
You yawned as you walked through the school corridors to your private quarters. It had definitely been a tolling day dealing with some rather nasty Never boys in your classes today.
You sighed, unlocking and opened the door to your room. But you weren’t even one stride into the room, when you saw her…
Leonora was spread out on your bed, wearing a new black lingerie and garter set. You couldn’t help but stare…
God, the way the straps wrapped around her luscious, long legs…
Her knickers revealed just enough of her pussy to make you go crazy…
Her corset styled bra, showing more than half of her lickable, gorgeous tits…
“My eyes are up here...” Leonora taunted with a purr.
You awoke from your trance with her words. Your eyes widened and your face flushed red.
“Uh… I…” you stuttered out.
“Use your words, pet…” Lesso purred, “Do you like what you see…?”
You nodded but internally kicked yourself the second you did.
“Yea…” you choked out.
Leonora hummed in amusement.
“Yes what, pet?”
“Yes, Mommy…” you groaned, at the sight of her…
“You wanna touch Mommy? You wanna touch Mommy’s new attire?” Leonora inquisitively taunted, as she began slowly crawling to the edge of the bed.
Your throat was completely dry…
Your thighs was squeezing together in excitement…
Your tongue darted out of your mouth, basically salivating over Leonora’s goddess body.
“Please Mommy…!” you begged.
Leonora devilishly smirked at how desperate your already were for her…
“Strip, pet.” Lesso ordered you.
You hastily stripped off all your clothing, remembering to also lock the door.
“Good Girl…” Leonora purred, at the sight of how quickly you had become nude for her.
“Sit in my lap.”
Leonora indicated to the open space in between her chest, her two legs, and the edge of the bed.
You quickly followed her words, sitting in her lap as told.
“Show Mommy how she makes you feel, pet.”
“Yes Mommy.”
You eagerly began kissing and marking every inch of her. Your lip stick smudged all over your face and her neck, her stomach, her thighs, her legs, her tits…
Everything…
Leonora moaned, as you were sucking on one of her popped tits from her bra,
“Ohhhh, it’s gonna be a long night, pet…”
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psych0-str1ngs · 4 months
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Virginity- 2012!Izzy Stradlin x reader
authors note: @jakelinestradlin hope this is good!!! Also I'm not completely sure what year this picture is from, but I'm almost 90 percent sure you wanted a some-what modern izzy fic so.... yeah
Warnings: P in V, oral, fingering, use of curse words.
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You were sat on the side stage, your eyes glued to your boyfriend of 2 years playing his guitar roughly. You were turned on to say the least, it made you slightly insecure, because you weren't particularly the type to be sexually active, you were in fact a virgin. As a youngling, your mother told you bunches of horror stories about girls losing their virginity, and it set an idea in your brain that it was horrific to lose it. What also made you insecure was the fact that you've been with Izzy for 2 years now, and the farthest you've gone is oral. He constantly tells you that he doesn't mind, and that he wants you to feel comfortable and ready.
Tonight was the night. You were going let Izzy take your virginity. You waited patiently for the next few years, excited to get to your hotel room. Thankfully, you were already on the tour bus, making your way to the hotel room. You hopped the steps quickly, making your way to the hotel room.
"Babe wait," He chuckled, trying to catch up. "Why're you walking so fast"
"I need you Izz," you looked into his brown eyes, slightly nervous, and very, very horny.
"You mean like," He looked down at you inquisitively.
You nodded, he grabbed your hand and started walking towards the hotel lobby doors, not saying another word. You were scared, but you really really loved Izzy, and you knew that he was for sure the one you wanted. Plus, he is a rockstar, so he knows what he's doing.
Izzy gave his name, and in turn, the lady handed him the room key. You hadn't even noticed he was carrying your shared duffle bag. He grabbed your hand once again softly, and you both made your way to the hotel room. As soon as that door shut, you turned to Izzy, standing nervously, and kind of awkwardly. He walked up to you, and put his hands on your arms.
"Is this what you want?" He asked genuinely. "You absolutely do not need to feel pressured to have sex with me, at all"
"I know baby," You smiled up at him. "I want to, I know you'll be gentle and all. I love you Izz, I want you to be the one"
He smiled lightly before leaning down and kissing you. His calloused hands ran down to your waist, gripping you close. His tongue slid across your bottom lip, you parted your mouth. Your hands quickly found his hair, tugging it lightly. He grabbed your ass, kneading it gently, you let out a soft whimper.
Izzy pushed you back a bit, making you fall into the bed, he climbed in between your legs, his hands kneading your breasts. He unbuttoned your black shirt, kissing your neck and collar bone. Izzy's hands snaked behind your back, unclasping your bra and sliding it down your arms. His mouth quickly found your nipples, sucking on the right one, while his hand twisted the left.
You moaned quietly, your back arching into him. His kissed down your stomach, stopping at the hem of your pants, he looked up at you for permission. You nodded, lifting your hips so Izzy could slide them off. It didn't take long before his tongue was playing with your bud. You moaned, your hand entangled in his fluffy short hair. He chuckled, the vibrations making you moan louder. His middle finger prodded your entrance, before sliding in completely, you gasped. He continued to eat you out for a few moments before stopping, and coming up to look you in the eyes.
"Are you absolutely sure you want this?" He looked at you genuinely. "I don't want to hurt you, or make you feel forced.
"I promise babe," You smiled at him. "I want it to happen"
He nodded and reached for his wallet, pulling out the black little packet. Izzy opened it and pulled his pants down, your eyes immediately looking at his length, even with his age, it was still huge. He sat in between your legs, pulling them apart gently. His eyes looked into yours, asking one last time for permission. You nodded and he leaned down to kiss you, before sliding in slowly. You gasped a bit, you weren't going to lie, it hurt just a bit. He immediately looked at your face, his rough hand coming up to caress your face softly.
"You're doing good love," He whispered.
"Y-you can move now," You said.
He moved his hips slowly, careful not to completely thrust all the way. After a few minutes, you needed more. You were ready for it. Izzy kissed your nose, smiling at you lightly. His arms rested on either side of your body.
"Faster please," You said quietly.
"Hm?" Izzy hummed.
"Faster?" You asked again louder.
Izzy sped up just a bit, still treating you like glass. His right hand went to move your hair out of your face, your eyes were screwed shut, your mouth hung ajar slightly.
"You look hot like this," He chuckled.
You blushed, and leaned your head to the side. His hand moved it back to where it was. You smiled.
"Your doing so so good for me love," He mumbled. "You feel so good"
"Thank you," You giggled, before letting out a small moan. Your eyes widened as you covered your mouth, embarrassed. He grabbed your hand and placed it next to you. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. Your legs started to shake, you moaned, your stomach began to tighten, and with that, you came. Izzy looked at you lovingly and pulled out.
"Did you... you know?" You looked at him, as he was pulling his boxers back on after discarding the condom.
"No, but it's okay," He smiled at you, before grabbing one of his shirts, and pair of your underwear from the duffel bag throwing it at you.
"Are you sure?" You looked at him, before getting up and sliding the clothes on.
"My worry wasn't on me," He said laying down under the covers. "My focus was on making you feel good"
"Well, you definitely did," You blushed deeply before getting into bed. "Y'know, you still got it for an old man"
You giggled, when he looked at you with an unimpressed look on his face.
"Just you wait till your my age," He laughed and pulled you closer to him.
THE END
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justpearlysworld · 4 months
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Hi!
I love your writing it always makes me so giggly and kick my feet in the air 🥹
Would you write about hyper feminine (soft and sweet) x König please! 🎀💘
absolutely!!! and thank you!!!!🐻‍❄️💗💗
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könig w/ hyperfem! reader!!
—who’s cutting onions??
he loves you soooo sooo soo so much!!! he could cry
-he thinks you’re an angel sent from heaven <3
-you’re so so squishy and soft and sweet and AFHHHHH he loves you
-he met you when you were a young recruit and quickly fell in love with you
-imagine ,, big scary könig with a little ball of sunshine!!! you!!!!!
-at first, he thought it was a little odd that everything you owned was pink and cute but he quickly got used to it because it’s what makes you you!!!
-his favorite thing to do is watch you get dressed and do your makeup!! he loves to sit in the bed while you prance around in your little polka dot panties and bra!! he thinks you look like a doll and can’t help but get turned on whenever he sees you
-he loves to watch you do your skin care and do your makeup too!! he likes to watch you do your eyeliner and your mascara and paint your face with pretty blushes and highlighters
-on a more sensitive note, he didn’t grow up the best. always being teased about his height made him insecure around other people. once he got older and into the military, he found that he could use it to his advantage.
-so whenever you’re with him, he feels so big and strong!! you’re so small and sweet it just makes him ultra protective of you !!
-when you guys were still living on base, he always made an effort to come and visit you in your room! you always had a love for cute pink things and your room was a clear reflection of that!!
-when you guys went off base, you were always dressed in cute sweaters, skirts, mary janes, cute flowy dresses, and small but very pretty jewelry
-he loves to go out into public with you. he likes walking around town with you and watching your eyes light up at the sights around you!! he thinks it’s so cute and so so so so sweet :33
-one time, you guys went to this little bakery/ coffee house that opened up and you had begged him to get lunch there!! he caved and you guys went in!! he ordered a black coffee and some scones and you got a a smoothie and a slice of strawberry pound cake
-when you took a bite, you had whipped cream on your nose
-aHHHHH SO PRECIOUS
-cue könig.exe shut down
-took many pictures and also some mental pictures
-there have been few times that you’ve broken away from a sweet facade and put on your brave face!!
-at this some coffee house, a lady cut in front of you guys in like and it upset könig
-you squeezed his hand and smiled up at him and shook your head
-“it’s not worth it :)”
-alternatively, if this lady had confronted you or könig about anything, you would be sweet, but blunt
-“i’m sorry if we upset you! however, there is no reason to over react!”
- proud könig moment
-some of his favorite moments with you are the sensual ones
-as you guys are preparing for bed, he finds your demeanor so sweet <3
-you’re all half-lidded and sleepy!! your cheeks are puffed out as you fight back sleep
-as soon as you see könig emerge from your shared bathroom, you perk up and send him a sweet smile.
-you untuck yourself from the blankets and crawl your way to the end of the bed where he is
-you sit on your knees and look up at him, nothing but love and adoration in your eyes
-könig rests his hand on your cheek and stares down at you
-“köni, i love you so much <33” you let your head muzzle into his abdomen and purr into him
“Ich liebe dich auch, süßes Mädchen.”
(translation: I love you too, sweet girl.)
(a/n) first request!! might make this a little series?? like a little prompt that i come back too :)) thank your for your request nonnie !!! :33)
Requests are Open!
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ravencincaide · 4 months
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 Make it up to you
Summary: Chuuya fucked up. You knew it. He knew it. The question was could you recover from it? Or the time you put Chuuya between a rock and a hard place. 
Pairing: fem!reader x Chuuya 
Inspired by Sweetober prompt 10: Shining shoes
Warnings: Cursing, mention of clubwear/revealing clothes and alcohol,  
Authornote: 
Dogeza - A deepest (and often most humiliating) form of Japanese apology often targeted towards one's superiors or when requesting a favor. As Wikipedia states “By performing dogeza and apologizing to someone, usually the other person would have a tendency to forgive.” More on it here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dogeza
This fic follows a theme where the reader does not know Chuuya is in the Mafia.  I hope you enjoy ~ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You looked good. 
The clothes you picked out hugged your figure in all the right places. The black with golden glitter corset accentuating your figure giving you a smooth hourglass shape. It pushed your breasts up, giving them a perky appearance. The top black shimmery lace gave your girls just the right amount of modesty to not take away the teasing preview, especially since you weren’t wearing a bra. The design of the corset made it natural to look down, following the curve of your hips down your asymmetrical skirt; layers of sheer golden glitter between the folds of black lace. It was especially pleasing around your ass adding just the right amount of tempting volume before the long back piece of it stretched over your legs and down to your black and gold heels. The front of the skirt was shorter and simpler.  Just long enough that it wasn’t revealing too much while still showing off plenty of leg. You chose to forgo tights. There was no point in being modest, you were going clubbing after all. 
Twirling to the loudly playing pop song from your phone you took one more look at yourself. You had curled your hair, the bouncy locks circling over your shoulders and down to your waist and did your nails in matching colours. You were fully intending to show them off, picking a black clutch to match your attire. The perfume you picked was a sweet and playful scent- one you hadn’t worn in years because it just didn’t feel right to your ‘in relationship’ self. Now that you were single and it suited you perfectly. There was no question about it:  You looked fucking hot. 
All that was left were some last touches of make up before you were ready to head out and start pre-gaming. There was a cheap bar just around the corner from your house where you agreed to meet up with your girls- a pack of single ladies ready to get over their trashy boyfriends. 
Ding dong 
Speaking of your pack, your lips pulled up into a pleased smile as you finished applying your mascara before tossing it in the bag together with the rest of your make up. Another doorbell rang making you roll your eyes “ Sheesh I’m coming, I’m coming, no need to get your panties in a twist” You called, unable to believe how impatient your girlfriends were. 
Opening the door you were greeted with a bouquet of hundreds of dark red roses in slightly different shades which rather discreetly spelled out the word “ I love you”. They were held by a gloved hand, which was attached towards a very restless looking, top-hat wearing Chuuya. “ Sweetheart I-” 
Without a second thought you slammed the door in his face and turned on your heel, heading back into your bathroom.  You made a quick pause in the living room, changing the music from pop to club music. You also made sure to increase the volume, which almost drowned out the sound of banging and “oj are you fucking  serious right now?” coming from behind your front door. 
Where were you? 
Eyes done. Mascara done. Lips outlined and coloured with lipstick. Only some lipgloss and you’d be ready to go. You took your time to look through your makeup pouch, hesitating between a plumping gloss and a shimmering one. Would you look too much like a magpie with even more glitter and gold on your body? 
The sound of the doorbell in combination with hits- from both feet and fist- broke your concentration. Your Indecisiveness won out and you threw both tubes into your clutch. You’d apply the gloss in the bar you decided. 
Another prolonged ring of the doorbell.
You closed your eyes, inhaling deep breaths to keep the hot rod of anger in your stomach at bay. With each ring the anger grew, mixing with other unpleasant emotions such as ‘humiliation’ and ‘hurt’. 
Another kick towards the door. 
You swore you could hear the wood shaking- cracking- in the frame. Finally losing your cool you made quick feet back towards the front door, ripping it opened just as Chuuya was about to call out to you again
“ Sweetheart I-” 
“ What the fuck do you want?” you yelled at him. 
Chuuya flinched, anger flashing in his blue orbs before he bowed his head hiding his emotion beneath the shade of the hat. Once more he cautiously held the flowers towards you. Urging you to take them. You crossed your arms over your chest, your nails digging into your forearms. A side of you wanted to slam the door back in his face. While another side of you wanted closure- an explanation, a simple reason why.  
“ I’m so sorry sweetheart” he bowed his head lower as a sign of sincerity in his apology “ I fucked up.” 
“ Damn right.” You snapped back, his apology felt like a hot knife in your chest. It was doing little to sooth you. “ Is that all you wanted?” 
He didn’t raise his head. Like a scolded kid he kept looking at the floor “ I wanna make it up to you.” 
You scuffed at that and shook your head. “ Who the hell do you take me for? I have some self respect! You think you can humiliate me- stand me up, on valentine's day of all days! Ignore my calls and messages. Just ghost me for a month and then stroll up to my door with flowers and all is forgiven and forgotten. Fuck. You!”  
You stared at him for thirty seconds, waiting for him to say anything. To give you a reason, an explanation. Something that would make you understand. That would somehow justify all the suffering you had to put up with during this past month. All this time- and without  a single word from him. Nada. You had grown so desperate after a few days, so fucking worried that you had send a text to Dazai asking him if he knew anything. Not even an hour later he responded with a picture.
The picture showed Chuuya’s reflection in a mirror: mouth wide open with two protruding vampire fangs. Gloves off, poking at them. In the background was a plastic bag from a large and well known halloween and party store, a glass of wine and a lit cigarette peeking out atop a bedside drawer. In the picture, on the opposite side from the bedside drawer, you caught the glimpse of the bed, dark covers and silky sheets. 
Your cynical mind guessed- although you couldn’t prove it- that it was a one bed bedroom. But what you could say with certainty that it was a hotel room. And that was how you found out you were dumped.  And now he wanted to make it up to you? Just when you were starting to pick the pieces back up? Fuck him twice! 
You watched Chuuya take a breath, his voice shaky, a broken plea as he apologized again: “ I’m sorry. I really really am Y/N” 
Your response was slamming the door back in his face. 
Then you leaned your back against it. Your attention was on the ceiling, blinking fast to prevent the tears from falling. If you started crying now you’d ruin your makeup that you spend the last hour perfecting. He was not worth that. He wasn’t– but why did he have to come back now? Just.. why? 
You didn’t hear ringing or banging anymore and heaved sighed. You didn’t know if you were relieved that he left or whether you were sad that it took so little for him to disappear again. Was there perhaps a hint of anger that he treasured you so little? Why did he even bother coming back? 
 You stayed in the apartment until your phone buzzed with a text message. Night out with friends. Right.You went over to your phone and turned off the music, then picked up your clutch and a few other necessities on the way before you put on your heels. Then you opened the front door, freezing in your doorway. Chuuya was leaning against the wall opposite your door. Arms crossed over his chest, the ridiculous bouquet of flowers now laying on the floor. 
You felt a little bit of pity for them- after all the roses haven’t done anything wrong. “ Sweetheart I’m not leaving until we talk, even if I have to follow you to your outing” Chuuya stated keeping his eyes respectfully on your face “ Just give me a bit of your time. You have every right to send me to hell after and I promise I’ll never approach you again.” You looked at him and he stared back. Battle of the wills. Who’d break first? 
You knew Chuuya was persistent. You had no doubt in your mind that he would follow you around, all night if he had to, until you gave him your time. You doubted he would intervene no matter what you did, but you also did not feel comfortable drinking and dancing all night if he was going to sit in the corner and watch you. Let alone complain and critique his actions with your girlfriends if he was just gonna sit behind your shoulder and listen in. 
In defeat you sighed heavily and opened the door wider before turning on your heel and going back inside. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him take a step towards you and you paused in the doorway. The bouquet of flowers on the floor tugged once more at your heart. You didn’t think those beautiful roses deserved to be discarded like trash in the hallway, to be stomped on by passers. Walked on until there was nothing left of them. 
“ Take the flowers with; they did nothing wrong.” You took out your phone and began texting your friends while attempting to kick your heels off in the hallway. After a few moments of struggle your heels were off your feet and you headed back into your living room. You heard Chuuya taking off his shoes behind you. You didn’t bother to wait for him. You finished your text before you tossed your phone and clutch onto the couch.There you stopped and turned to face him, crossing your arms over your chest again. 
Chuuya wore a tired expression on his face: his eyes were slightly red, irritated and you could see black rings under them from lack of sleep. His clothes looked ruffled and far from pristine: crickled and definitely not the first freshness. You could see that his hair was messy, even if most of it was hidden beneath his hat. Despite your anger, the sight of him so tired and pale tugged at your heart. You watched with less anger as he set the flowers carefully on the table as if they would somehow defuse the tense situation. Your eyes lingered on them, not wanting to let go of your anger and hurt quite yet.
“I’m very sorry Y/N” You glanced back at him, your jaw dropping as you saw the proudest man you’ve ever known on his knees bowing his apology. It was not quite a dogeza but considering this was Chuuya of all people this was the closest possible to achieve from him.
The equivalent of a miracle. 
“ I am deeply sorry Y/N. I didn’t leave because I wanted to. Something happened at work that demanded my attention urgently and I had to leave Yokohama within half an hour. I got back today” he explained, his hands in fists at his sides his knuckles brushing against the carpet of your living room. Each word was spoken through squeezed teeth; he was  biting through this humiliating act for a chance at forgiveness.   “So you’re telling me that you stood me up because of work?“ You asked slowly, eyes narrowed in anger. You took a step closer to him. “And you didn’t have the decency to give me a call?” Chuuya sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, trying to rub away the guilt and regret. “ I didn’t take my phone with me,” he admitted. The action made you raise an eyebrow,baffled. Then you laughed in disbelief. Another step towards him as if you could intimidate him into telling the truth “ You? Did not take your phone with you?” Chuuya nodded slowly, not finding any amusement in the current situation. “ I didn’t.. If I had it with me I’d be more focused on you and us.. Instead of work, sweetheart…I didn’t think a phone call or sms would solve this. I broke my promise to you. A text would not be able to solve that.”
You chewed on your lip in thought, your anxiety pooling in your stomach. Unconsciousely you inched closer to him. Despite your anger towards him, you missed him so fucking much“ You know, I can’t tell if you’re lying or telling the truth when I don’t even know where you work?”  
“ Sweetheart please–” Chuuya reached up and wrapped his arms around your waist. He buried his face in your stomach. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. Then another deep breath and another.  
" Seriously, You'd rather humiliate yourself on your knees than tell me where you work?" Your hand reached out and took off his hat, while your second hand began running through the tangled strands of orange hair. Your favorite hair. 
Chuuya did not hesitate to answer your question:" If it keeps you safe, then yes."
" Is it that important that I don't know? Kinda like you'd have to kill me if I found out" You half joked before you moved to sit on the floor right in front of him. Eye to eye, his hands still on your waist. 
Chuuya fixed you with a firm gaze, his blue orbs serious and worried. Not finding even the slightest bit of humour in your joke. “ I would never kill you, sweetheart. '' His gloved hand reached up and tugged the escaped baby hairs behind your ear and out of your face. “ But the more you know the more that could place you in danger–” he trailed off. His gloved hand trailing from your ear and to your cheek slowly stroking your skin. “Babydoll please” 
You surrendered and leaned into his touch. How could you ever say no to this man? To this proud, arrogant yet sweet man who’d gift you the world if you asked for it. You closed your eyes for a second, breathing in the familiar scent. The tension left your shoulders slowly. Anger fading into sadness, humiliation and tiredness, You just wanted to understand. 
Instantly he moves closer and presses his lips to yours. His lips felt chapped and raw, uneven and he tastes of coffee and cigarettes. But also of Chuuya. Your Chuuya. The second kiss was deeper, and you can taste a hint of your cherry flavored lipstick on his tongue. The kiss was hungry- you’re hungry for him, for his touch and taste after a month apart. And he was clinging to you as if you were his everything. 
When you finally ran out of breath you broke the kiss and rested your forehead against his. Your eyes staring into his; seeing all the emotions that were too hard for him to say out loud. " You hurt me very much, you know that. Can you promise me you won't do it again?"
Taking your hand in his own he nuzzled his face into the palm, his lips brushing your wrist every few moments. At your question he sighed. It looked like a part of him died with the answer " No, I can’t promise that” you move to pull away. 
Chuuya’s hold on you tightened, not letting you go, He continued speaking: " But I can promise I'll not leave you alone ever again" His lips were back on your skin, now more boldly kissing your wrist. 
You sighed tired and defeated, weak to those blue eyes of his and devilish kisses. " I guess that's good enough for now" 
Chuuya nodded slowly, a hint of a grateful smile on his lips as he  moved closer to kiss you again. But you stop him with a finger on his lips:" Say Chuu, did your hotel room have one bed?" He looked up at you with a confused and mildly annoyed expression on his face, gears shifting in his head as he tried to figure out what you were getting at. When he didn't reply you continued " were there girls?"
Chuuya gave you the most unimpressed and deadpanned look he could master " I didn't cheat"
You hummed for a moment, beginning to thread your fingers through his ponytail, detangling the knots as his lips pressed kisses to your skin. Suddenly you paused, gears clicking in your head as you realized he avoided answering the actual question : "Chuuya!..."
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sourholland · 1 year
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a/n → hopefully all of you who saw the teaser enjoyed! to any of you who did not, i’m sincerely sorry for the few weeks i was not active on tumblr. i needed some time to myself and my own mental health. i hope you can understand. ALSO—again, a lot of you who requested to be on the taglist did not have it turned on to where i could tag you. feedback is heavily appreciated, especially if you are on my taglist for this fic (it’s long)!!! i follow writers on here who wont even allow people on their taglist unless they ensure feedback, which is more than fair considering the time it takes to put out work like this for free. just food for thought 🤷🏼‍♀️ enjoy ❤️
summary → he’s the quarterback of the cincinnati bengals, a worldwide heartthrob with an ego the size of lake erie—but does he have the heart to match it? you’re the bengals newest cheerleader, desperate to prove how much you deserve your spot on the team. it doesn’t take much to catch the eye of joe burrow, however that isn’t necessarily a good thing when you’re told that any romantic relations between cheerleaders and players is strictly prohibited.
warnings → strong language, mention of surgery, heavily suggestive - nsfw
word count → 3.2k
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The cheer squad stood in front of the large tunnel the players would emerge from for their first preseason game against the Arizona Cardinals. Having already come out from the tunnel yourselves, you awaited the players now. In two lines that were parallel to the other, each of you was dressed in black spandex and an orange and black bra-top. Pom poms in hand, you tried not to think about that fact that Joe was about to come out that tunnel.
It had been about a week since you’d gone out to the bar together. A part of you felt silly for your reaction, like you’d overreacted a bit. Mostly because you and Joe were in no way exclusive, as well as the fact that you’d been the one to take the chance glancing at his phone. However, you knew why you’d left the way you did—you truly did like him. It was hard to be mad at yourself when you’d only thought he might’ve felt the same way.
He reached out the morning after, only to apologize and say that he understands if you don’t want to continue whatever it was you’d started. With you not responding, he seemed to have taken the hint. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk to him, but more so your pride leaving you to let the text remain on delivered.
“Alright, ladies!” Lily shouted cheerily. “I want to see your biggest smiles, I want to hear your loudest cheers! This may just be preseason, but it’s our first game time appearance of the season.”
Given it was just the preseason, the stadium wasn’t necessarily at max capacity. However, there were still many supporters across the board in orange and black. The voice of the announcer boomed, a large screen showing off this season’s introduction for the Bengals home games.
Through the tunnel came the first half of the team, they wore their white on white uniform this time with the orange helmet. The team was going wild, all of the girls screaming and cheering loudly.
“And here are our offensive starters!” His voice sounded as all of the players had come through the lane you and the other cheerleaders had created for them.
They began to rattle off some of the individual men’s names: Chris Evans, Jacques Patrick, Cordell Volson. It was only when they continued to progress down the list with more and more guys running out that you realized something. You hadn’t seen Joe since that night, which you had regarded as lucky. However, it was incredibly unlikely that in all of the time the team would’ve been preparing for the first preseason game, he’d have been nowhere to be seen the entire time.
Your suspicions were made a reality when they brought out Brandon Allen as the starting quarterback of the game. Not even just this, but Joe was nowhere to be seen. Some of the guys who would start during the regular season were merely with the rest of the team, it wasn’t unusual that they didn’t start during preseason. Joe was completely MIA, though.
Sometime after you finished on the field and stood for the National Anthem, you found yourself unable to stop thinking about the fact that Joe wasn’t at the game. By the time the rest of the squad had taken their sideline spot to start your dance routine, you had to will yourself to focus.
Between dances, you glanced back at the players bench in hopes of realizing you’d simply missed something. It remained the same, though.
“Hey, Lola,” you tried to sound nonchalant during halftime. “Don’t you think it’s weird Joe Burrow is like nowhere to be found.”
“I guess I hadn’t really noticed,” she took a long sip from her Stanley water bottle. “But I mean not really, I heard he went into emergency surgery like a week ago or something.”
“For what,” you nearly gasped. “I mean, that’s awful, do you know what for?”
Lola looked a bit surprised at your sudden care and consideration for the guy. She brushed it off nonetheless. He was attractive as hell and any girl would’ve had a little bit of a crush on him.
“I think his appendix burst,” she told you.
It was no surprise to you that you hadn’t heard, you didn’t watch much ESPN or follow any sports updates on social media. Maybe if you hadn’t decided to completely ghost Joe, you’d have known he’s been in the hospital.
The remainder of the game was pretty much a shit show, the Bengals lost, and even though it was only preseason, it still wasn’t a great way to start off. Guilt overwhelmed you, making it hard to focus on the routines you played key parts in. It was almost like you weren’t in your right headspace at all. All over a fucking boy. Suddenly, you were sixteen and caught up on a guy again. At least that’s how it felt.
As soon as you got into the locker room, your coaches began to ream every girl. Nobody was completely invested. Maybe it was the fact that it wasn’t a proper game, or maybe it was just the blistering heat that had you all making simple mistakes.
By the time you’d gotten to rubbing off the heavy makeup and tying your hair back, the locker room had almost cleared out. You slipped out of your uniform, getting under the hot water of the shower and trying to expel any of the last few hours from your mind.
A pair of athletic shorts and tank top later and you were heading back out to your car with your cheer bag in hand. Only then did you decide to bite the bullet and swallow your pride.
The phone rang once before he picked up.
“Y/N?” Joe’s voice came through the speaker that had now connected to CarPlay.
“Hey, Joe,” you said meekly. “Are you okay? I only heard about your surgery today and I was just wanting to call and see if you were okay—or I mean, if you need anything.”
He breathed out a laugh, you could practically hear his shit-eating grin through the phone. Your face was hot with embarrassment, heart beating a mile a minute as you sat in the driver seat of your car.
“Seems like it’s you missing me now,” he teased you.
“Hardly,” you couldn’t help smiling. “But seriously, Joe. Are you okay?”
“I’m okay, yeah. Recovering from surgery at home this past week. Next week I’m cleared to start throwing around the football again, I’m just hoping to be all set to play for the start of the season next month.”
There was a silence, both of you just sort of waiting for the other to say something. He so desperately wanted to believe that this was you expressing that you weren’t totally washing your hands of him. You just wanted to know that he still wished to hear from you.
“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he finally said. “For the way stuff went down last week.”
“You don’t have to apologize, Joe. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did. I guess I was just kind of upset over—”
“No, this is on me. I know you probably don’t believe it, but I’m really not the type of guy to get around like that. She was honestly just someone who I’d been on a few dates with, it was absolutely nothing serious. Every now and again she hits me up wanting to fuck, I haven’t even seen her since like March.”
He was right. You really didn’t believe that, but there was also a part of you that wanted to protect your peace. He was making an effort at least. Or maybe you were just naive to the reality of the situation. Whichever it was, you found yourself cursing Joe Burrow and his fucking charm.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah, Joe. I get it.”
“Well, I mean now that all that’s sorted, I am kind of feeling a little weak. Maybe you could come over and give me a sponge—”
“Joe!” You laughed.
He was also laughing, cheeks beginning to ache from smiling the entire phone call. You were beyond flustered, rolling your eyes at his boyish comment about you bathing him. He was definitely flushed, wanting to continue to make you laugh.
“Do you want to come over?” He asked, laughter dying down.
There was an internal debate going on in your mind, to say yes would just put you back at square one. To say no, well then you’d just be pissed off at yourself for not taking him up on his offer.
“Sure,” you agreed. “Yeah, sure. I’ll come over.”
He excitedly told you that he’d text you his address, to which you responded wearily about how you look like you’d just fought in a war. He only said that he didn’t mind, you did mind, though. At least you’d been able to thoroughly shower and wash all of the foundation and body glitter away with the loss of the game.
The drive from the stadium to Columbia-Tusculum, Joe’s street, wasn’t bad. Pulling into his driveway, you were almost surprised that he didn’t sport some huge home with at least ten empty rooms with nobody to fill them. Instead, you found yourself staring up at his nice, townhouse looking space. Parking outside of one of the two garages, you could see his Porsche through the tinted glass of the garage door.
Suddenly, you felt a bit self conscious of the simple shorts and align tank top you were wearing. It was late and dark, there were a set of steps up to Joe’s porch that you started up. He must’ve heard your car pull in because as soon as you approached the front door, it swung open to reveal Joe dressed in black sweatpants and a grey Bengals hoodie.
“You found the place alright?” He asked, red cheeks illuminated from the light inside of the house.
“GPS found the house just fine,” you laughed, letting him pull you into the entry way.
There was a mud room to the right of you, filled with all of his sneakers and cleats in concise rows. He had some jackets hung up on the hooks and a few pictures on the walls of himself and his family.
“This is you?” You asked, staring at the picture of a small boy in his flag football uniform.
“Yeah,” he chuckled.
Slipping off your sneakers, you felt a draft in the house that sent goosebumps up your arms. You had a sweatshirt in the car, but since you’d just gotten inside, you didn’t want to already start coming in and out.
“You look oddly energetic for someone who just had surgery,” you noticed.
“I feel a lot better, I’ve lost a good amount of weight since the surgery, though. Plus when they cut into me, I was bound to lose some core muscle, it’ll all have to be built back up.”
He lifted up his sweatshirt, your eyes immediately going to the waistband of his briefs that sat snug on his hips. He pulled both his briefs and sweats down slightly, leaving you with the sight of his toned stomach and V-line. On his right side, close to his hip was a stitched incision.
“It’s healing, at least,” you said, pulling your gaze from his middle and finding his eyes once more. “That counts for something.”
Joe took you around the downstairs of his house, showing you around a bit and commenting on things like pictures to a few of the plaques he’d earned that now adorned his walls. He rambled on and on about growing up playing football, asking you if you’d had a similar experience in your sport.
He kind of reminded you of those guys who always end up scrolling through their entire camera roll and showing you pictures from each part of their life. It was cute, though. He seemed thoughtful and interested in what you responded and how you resonated with his passions.
“We could watch a movie,” he suggested as you came into the living room.
“Sounds good to me,” you chuckled, taking a spot on the end of the coach.
Joe sat down in the center, not wanting to press you in the slightest. He had a neatly folded stack of blankets on the loveseat, but you felt awkward asking him for one. The shorts and align tank was simply not doing it, though. As Roku City lit up the screen, you pulled your knees to your chest and tucked your arms in. Joe looked over and rolled his eyes teasingly, assuming you were just too prideful to say you’re cold.
Without saying a word, Joe removed his hoodie and threw it at you. He was left in a simple black T-shirt, snickering and picking the remote back up. He watched as you tried to protest, but pulled the large hoodie over top of your head nonetheless. His being 6’4 allowed for it to hang a lot lower on you than usual, bunching at the wrists and acting as mittens.
“Rocky?” He asked, how predictable of him.
“A classic,” you grinned. “Could never say no to Rocky.”
Joe felt himself growing hard underneath his sweatpants at the sight of you in his sweatshirt, curled up on his couch. He couldn’t help but watch as you tied your hair up, leaning back watching the screen. His eyes fell to your bare legs, thinking about how he’d fucked you in the back of his car.
“What?” You laughed softly, catching him staring at you.
“Nothing,” he mumbled, looking back to the screen. “Do you want a blanket?”
Finally, you thought. As you shifted over a bit to grab the blanket he’d gotten, you felt yourself nearing his side and wondered if he minded if you sat beside him. He was warm, his eyes trained on the TV as he handed it to you.
When you didn’t move back to your original spot, Joe internally thanked God. He watched as you unfolded the fluffy white throw, staring at it in contemplation and offering a part of it to him to share. He nodded in response, face flushed as you moved into his side. You both were right beside each other now, sharing the same blanket.
“I’m glad you called me,” Joe whispered to you, as if it was a secret.
“Me too,” you yawned. “I just had to see if you were okay, I mean when I didn’t see you at the game I got worried.”
Joe draped an arm over your shoulder, making you lean into him a little farther. It wasn’t long before he heard your steady, even breaths. He saw your eyes had fluttered shut, legs curled up next to his. He clicked the power button on the remote and decided to shift the both of you to be fully laying on the couch rather than off of it.
Grabbing a throw pillow, Joe stuck it behind his head and felt you settle in beside him. Both of you were sprawled out down the couch, your legs askew and wrapped up in his. He closed his eyes as you nestled in further and couldn’t help letting himself rest.
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When you woke up, Joe was gone and you were drooling all over his couch cushion. He’d covered you in another blanket before he left you, making it hard for you to even will yourself up.
You truly hadn’t meant to stay the night, you planned to come over and see him and leave to go home. You’d woken up earlier than usual for game day and you were exhausted by the time you’d gotten to his house, it was no surprise that you fell asleep soon after.
“Fuck,” you yawned, grabbing your phone off the side table.
Sydney: BITCH
Sydney: Why the fuck does Life360 say you’re in Columbia-Tusculum???!!!!
Sydney: DICK APPOINTMENT!?!?
Choosing to ignore that, you answered a text from your mom and stretched for a second before standing up and deciding you should try and find Joe. It didn’t take much, following the loud booming speaker to his workout room.
He wore basketball shorts and a muscle shirt, only doing very simple stretches that would not strain his body or agitate his healing process. He’d done some walking on the treadmill, staying hydrated and active even from home.
“Hey,” you came into the doorway. “I’m really sorry I fell asleep last night, I didn’t mean—”
“Y/N,” he laughed. “I enjoyed last night too much to let you apologize for it. So stop, I’m not sorry and neither should you be. Did you know you drool? When you sleep, I mean.”
So fucking embarrassing, you thought.
Joe offered to make you breakfast, to which you politely declined. He showed you to the bathroom, where he gave you a spare toothbrush. He was more than inviting, but a part of you still felt like you’d overstayed. He sat on top of the island in the kitchen, looking at you as you leaned against a countertop.
“You don’t have to go, you know?” He told you with a grin. “I’m not even allowed to go sit in on practices until tomorrow.”
“I do,” you gave him a look.
Joe sighed defeatedly like a child, pushing himself off the island and wincing a bit. There was no point in arguing with you. He only enjoyed your company, though. For some reason he liked the way you described things, the way you always listened when someone else was telling you about something. He realized that it didn’t matter if you had no clue in the world about the subject matter, talking to you was like discussing it with your best friend.
“Can I at least walk you out to your car?” He asked you, cocking his head to the side and using the pad of his thumb to brush an eyelash off your cheek.
“Yes,” you answered.
He led the way out, letting you slip your shoes on in the mud room once again. He only put on a pair of slides, unlocking and opening the front door to let you both out onto the front porch. Joe motioned your forward, shutting it behind him and laying a hand on the small of your back without even thinking.
As you unlocked your car, you felt him trail close behind and you both stopped at the driver side door. The proximity between the two of you had closed a considerable amount, he was standing in front of you and casting a look downwards to meet your gaze.
“Thank you for letting me stay over, Joe.”
He leaned in and pressed a chaste, but sweet kiss to your lips. His own cheeks had been shaded a nice pink color as he smiled into the brush of your lips. He held your car door open for you and watched as you got inside.
“I’ll see you soon, Y/N,” he tells you with that famous smile, running a hand through his already messy hair.
“Bye, Joe.”
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reveluving · 6 months
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i can be the one that takes you there ; commander taylor x reader
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summary: it's just you and the commander tonight.
warnings: mentions of s~mut (minors DNI!), loads of kisses & a bit of fluff!
a/n: listening to virgo's groove got me imagining a fic with a certain commander because of have you seen that man? yes. please enjoy & don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ
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'And though his heart soared over your darling token of appreciation, you could tell he also sought for more.' ;
You love Skye, Leah, and Sam like your very own, which is why you and Nathaniel took advantage of the house when they decided to stay over at the Shannons’ for the night—a well-needed adult time without the risk of scarring young minds. There was a mischievous twinkle in his sharp blue eyes before he carried you effortlessly to the bedroom, his rare, hearty laugh drowning out your whiny protests.
Imagine the Commander’s house being a mix of the command base and the Shannons’ house. His house would have an upper level, where your shared bedroom is, almost resembling the circular hut of the command base but would obviously be closed off and built with the usual, tougher reinforcements rather than just wood. A perfect combo of cream, red mahogany and the warm sunset hue that naturally sets the mood. Or dimming the lights when the both of you are feeling extra kinky, and tonight was no exception.
Sleep slips are his absolute kryptonite. Terra Nova has just the right amount of cool, especially in the night. You could be wearing anything and Nathaniel would still be getting ideas that could make a celibate run for their life. His other favourite look on you for nights like these would have to be a black bra and briefs combo, plus an untied robe just hanging over your shoulder. Whichever it may be, it would leave nothing to the imagination. 
He's taken off most of his clothes, sitting on the edge of the bed before pulling you to him to straddle his lap. He's a big man, and his thighs were no exception. Encompassing them would mean your legs would practically spread for his convenience.
Staring into each other’s eyes. You love it when he brushes his thumb across the plush of your lips the same way he adores the way you cradle his face. Rough and calloused, yet, careful as he felt you up. Your touches, on the other hand, were naturally soft, and so was your gaze. Though he had the upper hand, chuckling deeply as you look away out of shyness, he was a sucker for your hands. The passion was palpable, thick, begging for one of you to take the leap.
In fact, you did; by kissing his knuckles. The man is not so much into PDA for obvious reasons, but that doesn’t mean the colony don’t know that he is in fact, an absolute gentleman. There is not a single resident who has never seen him kiss the back of your hand or press his lips to your temple before breaking the embrace to kickstart the day. The only ones brave enough to tease him of his chivalrous side are the group of elderly ladies working at the market. Despite the glare he always has on his face, he takes it with stride, for you yourself have a soft spot for the ladies.
So, what better to repay him for unabashedly showing his love than by doing the same for him?
And though his heart soared over your darling token of appreciation, you could tell he also sought for more.
So, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your chest against his face. His scruffy beard tickled and almost prickled your soft skin as he playfully rocked his head between the valley of your breasts. One arm encircled your waist while the other slid up your body before pinching your nipples through the fabric, only to slip under them to roll the buds between his fingers.
He returned the favour by trailing kisses along your neck and shoulders. His guttural groan sent shivers down your spine as he licked a stripe up your throat, his facial hair only added to the sensation. You felt his smirk against your skin as he heard your breathy moan. His groans dissolved into a growl as you massaged your nails across his scalp. He put his whole emotions into rubbing his hands, up and down your sides, prompting you to stare up at the ceiling, silently cursing the stars.
Then, in the heat of the moment, the two of you would either kiss like there was no tomorrow or press your lips against one another in the softest way possible. One of his hands moved up the nape of your neck before settling his palm on the back of your head, deepening the kiss as his tongue slid against yours. 
Your eyes were just as lidded as his, drunk and dazed, though you had a small smile, contrasting his parted lips as his chest heaved a little. His nose barely brushed against yours as your breaths mingled.
You slowly pushed him by his chest so he'd lay on his back, bending over with him. The mere feeling of your forefinger nail on his torso is enough for him to adhere to your wants without question. 
Straddling him, you splayed your fingers on his chest, dragging your nails down his chiselled body. You take good care of your hands; skin as smooth as silk and nails that could rile him up. Nails that almost seemed like they were perfectly manicured at a salon. Not too long, given your position at the laboratory, but enough to always have Nathaniel imagining them digging into his back as he’d bounce you on his lap or force you on your back to savour your warm, tight pussy at an angle that would make you scream, gasp, all the noises that would get him going.
His thoughts would linger on how in the midst of reaching your high, he’d purposely thrust into that one spot, hoping to feel your nails nearly break the skin of his back—envisioning his wants, no, needs as if he doesn’t fuck you often.
Kissing his scars and dragging your tongue across his old wounds while maintaining eye contact and feeling him buck his hips against your tummy. Ugh. You swelled with pride at the sight of his muscles flexing as it took everything in him not to grip your hair and drag you back up so your face would be mere inches away from his.
You pushed his boxers down just far enough that you could see fine hair that trailed from his navel. You savoured the way he twitched, breath hitching as you lightly ran your fingers over his happy trail before sitting up to do a little ‘show’ for him. 
He was seconds away from turning you over, to hold your head against the mattress when you offered him everything of you. He didn’t know whether to focus on the blissful smile or when your hands travelled up and down your body. Throwing your head back with a flourish and a blissful smile on your face. Displaying your goddess of a body for him and him alone. His beautiful goddess was bestowed upon him, in this new world, the new age in Terra Nova. 
Your giggles were one of many sounds he wanted to hear as he gripped your thighs, rolling himself against yours before dragging you back down, chest to chest for another heated kiss. 
“My turn.” He whispered against your lips.
Sensation after sensation and you weren’t in the best part yet.
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lala1267 · 9 months
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Is it wrong? (Part 3)
Summary: Finally accepted her feelings.
Warnings: Age gap, mentions of Lolita's naked body, Lolita in a bra and panties.
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As the weeks flew by, their love only grew. Their souls fused together like chemical compounds, and their personalities were radiating off eachover. Lolita was a daisy fresh girl who brought light to anyone around her whilst Elvis was a sexy dark void with an alluring magnetic field. She was his little baby doll, and he was her Mr Rock n' Roll.
School-2:40pm
Lolita sat on the wooden chair. Her thighs stook to the glazed surface due to the heat, and her hair was frizzy. Her rose cheeks were warm, and her pink kissable lips were plush. Her big eyes scanned the book that was placed on her wooden desk. All she saw were scrambled letters and constilations that contorted into weird shapes. Her attention was torn from her book and onto the lady who stood in the doorway. It was a member of staff with a yellow note in her hand. Her heels sounded against the glazed wooden floor with each step she took. She stood next to Lolita's desk before placing the folded note on her book. Lolita's doll eyes stared down at it.
"A man came into the office and told us to give this to you."
The lady said before leaving.
"Hey baby, I would like you to come to my show tonight if you're free. It starts at 8.30pm. Looking forward to seeing your pretty face my love.
-Elvis P"
A large grin attacked Lolita's face as her feet swung from her chair. She looked around the classroom at all of the confused faces. She quickly turned a light shade of red before reading her book again.
She sat in her after school maths club that her mother signed her up for. She hated it since she was terrible at maths. She just stared at the white booklet before placing her pencil down and closing the booklet. She just daydreamed of Elvis until the club ended.
5.30pm
Lolita walked home from school along the pavement. Her skirt bounced up and down along her thighs as her hair swayed from side to side. She had a sheepish grin plastered on her pretty face at the thought of Elvis performing on the big stage. The thought of his figure prancing around on stage like a ghost. She jumped slightly at a large crashing sound that was followed by a long lighting bolt that stretched across the grey sky. Rain began to pour down on her like a water fall. It hit her soft skin like bullets, drowning her poor body. She let out an aggitated scream before running to find shelter. Her little legs moved as fast as they could. She ran into an alleyway as the cold rainwater showered her. Her black school shoes were drowning in puddles. She quickly stood under a small canopy that was above a random door that led to the unknown.
"UGH!"
She yelled as she looked down at her soaked body. Her eyes widened at the sight of her white top wich was now completely see through.
"Oh my god!"
She yelled as she stomped her foot on the damp porch. Her fists clenched as she grinded her white teeth.
Minutes passed, then hours, but she was still under that same canopy waiting for the rain to stop. She pulled her hand up to check her watch, which was also drenched.
"7.40!"
She screeched in suprise. She needed to get going, or she would be late. She looked into the distance of the angry storm. Without thinking, she began to sprint in the cold rain that drenched her. Her long wet hair stuck to her see-through white top as her wet skirt stuck to her soft thighs. Her feet felt numb and cold as a puddle of water broke into them. She ran until she saw a telephone box. She exelerated towards it, and she grasped the red telephone. She quickly dialled in her mothers number and awaited for her to pick up.
"Hello?"
"Momma, it's me. I won't be home for ages since I have to go to Elvis's show and I am soaked."
"Well you better get there quick before you drown."
Her mother said sarcastically with a chuckle. Lolita rolled her big eyes before speaking again.
"Ok, love ya."
She hung up the phone. Her eyes looked at the rainy distance before taking a deep breath. She ran into the rain. She didn't stop. She needed to get to that show. She looked like a ghostly schoolgirl who haunted the poisonous storms. She was a misty mistress in the empty wet street.
She arrived at the entrance of the stadium and checked her watch.
"9.10"
She read before a sad sigh escaped her mouth. Guilt filled her insides when she thought of Elvis. He really wanted her to come, and she showed up late, ridiculous. She did the walk of shame to the grand doors that held all of the magic on the other side. Big tall security men stood beside the gates of heaven.
"You're a bit late lil girl."
They teased before they laughed amongst themselves. Lolita just rolled her eyes before entering. She looked at the thousands of people who occupied the thousands of seats. She desperately searched for a free seat in the endless croud. The only free seat was all the way at the back, but it was better than nothing. She walked towards the seat, leaving a trail of water behind her. She sat beside a rather tall woman who looked at her with disapproval. Lolita's face turned pink as she looked down to the floor that was now wet. She could feel a pool of water form in her seat.
Her beady eyes watched Elvis dance and sing, but from her view, he just looked like a white dot that was moving. He was like a white comp sequin jumpsuit ghost that haunted the stadium with his alluring voice. His body jolted and thrusted. It was almost unearthly. The bright stage lights lit his lean figure up, so he looked like a white angel with an angelic voice. Women around Lolita cheered, screamed, cried, and even passed out. Lolita desperately moved her head from the hands that were flying in front of her.
She hadn't sat down for very long since she was late. The crowd applauded before standing up and gradually leaving.
Lolita stood up and ran towards the backstage area. She pushed past the eager girls and the elderly women who screamed her lover's name. She felt the guilt and shame grow inside of her as she got closer towards the door. Her hand landed on the metal handle. She stood there for a second and looked back at the thousands of women who were rushing behind her to get a glimpse of Elvis backstage. She quickly opened the door and slammed it shut before the sound of women's screams seeped through the door. She looked around the room with many staff members and members of the Memphis Mafia. She walked over to Jerry, who was talking to an unknown person. Her small finger tapped his shoulder. Her finger left a wet mark on his smart suit. His head turned to look down at her as his light brown feather hair moved. Her doll eyes looked up at him as she grabbed her elbow with one hand.
"Do you know where Elvis is?"
She asked innocently.
"Oh, I think he's in the changing room right over there."
He said as his long finger pointed towards a door with Elvis's name engraved into it. Lolita smiled slightly before walking towards the door. She slowly opened it to see Elvis changing into his normal clothes.
"Don't you have any fucking manners? what happened to nocking!?"
He yelled with his back faced to her. Her heart sank as she heard him raise his voice at her. A puddle of sadness formed inside of her as her cheeks flushed pink. Her hand moved down to the hem of her wet skirt that was making a puddle of rainwater beneath her.
"Sorry."
She said quietly as her now watery eyes looked down at the floor. Elvis's head instantly whipped around to look at his baby that stood in the doorway. His angry look softened when he saw her face. His black velvety dark void eyes unfolded into a core of softness and tenderness. He quickly pulled his pants up before rushing over to her and hugging her tightly. His musky fragrance radiated off his body as her vanilla peach scent travled through the air.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to shou-"
He stopped his sentence when he felt her dripping wet clothes sink into his. He pulled away from her and looked her up and down with his hawaii blue eyes.
"What happened? You're soaking."
He asked as a chuckle escaped from his lips.
"It was raining, that's why I was i late."
Lolita said, and she squeezed some water out of her shirt that was still see-through. She was a mess of gorgeous chaos.
"I better get ya a change of clothes. Don't want no perves looking at your t shirt."
He said as he looked at her visible pink bra. His large hand moved up to cup her chubby cheeks. He squeezed them like a toy as he giggled.
"Follow me."
He said as he grasped her cold damp hand. She was as cold as a corpse that was covered with dirt and bugs. She walked with him until they reached a wardrobe. The initials 'E.P.' were ingraved into the glazed oak wood. Elvis rummaged through the dozens of clothes that were stored there. He pulled out a pair of navy blue shorts and a black shirt. He handed them over to Lolita, who looked down at the items in her hands with horror in her eyes.
"Any girl clothes?"
She asked as she looked up to him.
"Well, I don't bring any girls here, so I don't have any girl clothes."
He said. Lolita looked at him with a mischievous grin.
"I find that hard to believe."
"The only girl I want is you, and you know that."
He said as he tucked a wet strand of her hair behind her ear. She smiled as her dimpled cheeks turned pink. Lolita placed the clothes on the cold floor before looking to Elvis. Elvis nodded before he began to unbutton her drenched school shirt. He looked down at her wet breasts that were unfortunately covered by a baby pink bra with white frills. He crouched down. His big veiny hands played with a button on her wet skirt before pulling it down. Trickles of rainwater travled down her sun-kissed thighs as he pulled the skirt off. He then lifted one of her legs up to pull her black shoe and the white sock from her leg before repeating to the other. He picked up the school uniform that was now drenching itself on the cold floor.
He stood up to look at her figure. Her perfectly moulded breasts that were just mature enough, and her collarbones were like twigs spread from the base of her throat to the ends of her shoulders. Her ribcage was trapping the dozens of colourful flowers and butterflies that found peace inside of her small perfect body. She looked soft like a Holy Flower. Her body looked as if it was carved out of the finest marble and studded with ballroom diamonds. In this state, cold, wet, and gloomy, she looked ethereal and almost ghostly. Her winter lips were carved out of stone as her hourglass waist looked like something out of a magazine. It looked as if the stars resided in her eyes, bright constilations graced her cheeks, and fairy dust was trapped in her feral hair that seeped over her shoulders. Her white dove panties that had pink lace attached to sertain areas, giving her corpse look a sort of innocence to it. Her thighs that were chubby and legs that were skinny made a spark arise in Elvis, who was admiring her ghostly body that looked as fragile as a dandelion.
Her kissable lips moved as bright stars spilt from them. Elvis was snapped out of his alternate universe with a click of Lolita's small fingers. Her charming eyes looked up into his dark blues.
"Hellooo."
She said as he waved her hand infront of his face.
"What?"
He asked as he looked at her mystical self.
"You were like frozen for a good thirty seconds. Are you feeling alright?"
She said as her small hand landed on the fragile satin fabric of his shirt.
"I'm ok. Now, you should get dressed."
He said as he ushered her to pick the mens clothes from the floor.
She stood behind the dresser curtain. She pulled the wet garments from her naked body that glistened in the orange lamp light. She slipped on the thin fabric shirt and the oversized shorts. Her hard nipples pocked through the fabric of the shirt. She squeezed the rainwater from her wet tangled locks. She pushed the curtain aside to walk over to Elvis, who sat on a bench, reading a book. His eyes shifted up to Lolita. She seemed more alive. Her dimpled cheeks and ruby-red lips lit up the atmosphere. She walked over to her drenched school bag that rested on the bench beside Elvis. Her small hands opened it before rummaging through the wet notebooks.
"Ugh, all of my school stuff of wet and ruined."
She said as her eyes lit up with angry tears. Elvis looked at her. He saw her tears forming as she continued to rummage through the bag.
"I'll buy ya some new things, baby."
He said in his southern drawl. Lolita's baby face lit up. Her pretty smile resembled the moon's crescent.
"Oh, thankyou Elvis!"
She said excitedly. Her voice, like that of a pricesses. Glowing red rose petals escaped from her mouth to let her angelic voice echoe.
She pulled out a small glass bottle that contained a pale pink liquid. She sprayed it on the clothes she wore. The perfume she had sprayed invaded Elvis's nostrils. It reminded him of a warm hawaiian breeze with freshly picked roses with a hint of vintage cherry cola. She walked over to Elvis, and she moved his book from his lap before filling the empty space with her fragile body. Elvis cradled her with his big arms. He played with her caramel blonde hair that had stars entwined in the spiralled curls. His hot chest warmed her cold body.
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They walked out of the backstage doors and into the pale moonlight. Elvis walked her over to a large black car with tinted windows. He opened the door to reveal the Memphis Mafia. Lolita waved shyly before Elvis closed the door.
"I'm guessing you want to sit in the front with me."
Elvis said with a childish grin plastered on his handsome face that was lit up by the moonlight. She shook her head before Elvis opened the passenger door for her to climb in.
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They drove along the dim empty road. They passed the coble road and began to drive past bright city lights.
"This isn't the way to my home, Elvis."
She said with her furrowed brows.
"Oh, my home."
He said as his eyes looked at the road.
"But my momma, she doesn't know where I am."
"Don't worry, we can call your momma when we get to Graceland."
He said as he looked at little Lolita through his long black eyelashes. Lolita smiled slightly as she looked out of the tinted window. She stared at the bright city lights that flew by as she finally accepted the fact that she was in love with Elvis. She was in love with a man old enough to be her dad. She was in love with Priscilla's husband, Lisa's father...
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acewritesfics · 4 days
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Beautiful | Jax Teller 
Pairing: Jax Teller x Winston!Reader 
Request: No. Find original here -
Synopsis: Jax takes his old lady out for the night.  
Warnings: Mentions of drugs, alcohol, swearing, talks of body parts, mentions of dressing and undressing. This was originally a Song-fic. H/C - Hair Color. E/C - Eye Color
Word Count: 2,186
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Jax beams as he watches the woman he's madly in love with hurry around their bedroom, dressed in her black lace bra and panties set, that just so happens to be his favorite, oblivious to him standing there, focused on trying to decide what to wear. His eyes scan her body, stopping on her ass, admiring his third favorite part of her body. 
He never imagined falling in love with Y/N Winston, the younger sister of his best friend, but something changed when she left for college. When Y/N left Charming for college, she was just Opie's annoying little sister; but, when she returned four years later, it seemed as though she had completely changed. She was now a woman, not a girl. 
Y/N settles on a pair of skintight black jeans and a flowing deep crimson tank top. On the bed, she has her leather jacket that he gifted her for her 21st birthday, laying next to her jeans.  She eventually catches him standing there as she slides her legs into her jeans.  She pulls on her top as he enters the bedroom, a bit disappointed that his second favorite part of her body was now also hidden from him. 
After giving him a short kiss, she walks over to her dresser and gathers up her make up bag and hair brush. "I thought we were going to meet up at the clubhouse?" 
"Church got out a little early," he muttered, his eyes following her as she entered the ensuite connected to their bedroom. He observes her brushing her H/C hair as he leans against the door frame. 
When she put down her hairbrush, he closed the gap between coming up behind her so they're back to chest. He slides his arms around her waist, his fingertips caressing the flesh on her left hip where his crow was inked before resting his hands on her stomach and kissing the side of her head. "I figured I'd be a gentleman and come pick up my old lady." 
"You'll be driving the cage," she quips as she looks at him through the mirror.  
"I know," He smiles looking back at her, his baby blues meeting her E/C eyes. He takes a step back from her as she starts to apply her makeup. 
They got it confirmed last week that Y/N is pregnant again, after speculating that she was a few days before hand. Aside from not being able to ride bitch right now, they haven't told anyone about the pregnancy yet. Being just nine weeks along, they choose to hold off until the second trimester, when the risk of miscarriage is significantly lower. The first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage at 11 weeks, and it wasn't only them who were devastated by it. 
Despite the fact that they are quite certain their family aren't buying into the excuse, they used her being sober driver as an explanation for her abstinence from drinking and riding on the back of Jax's motorcycle. They noticed Gemma, Opie's, Piney's and even Clay's suspicious looks when she would deny a drink or avoid being on the of a motorcycle. Y/N could tell Gemma was the most suspicious and that she was picking up on more than just those two things. 
Once Y/N has finished applying her makeup, she exits the bathroom to retrieve her jacket and put it on, with Jax close behind. 
"How do I look?" She asks as she slowly spins around, flaunting her appearance. 
He closes the gap between them once again, encircling his arms around her waist and planting a scorching kiss to her lips. He smiles as she responds kissing him just as heated as he was.  Nobody else has ever made him feel the way he does when he kisses Y/N. He knows he had the same effect on her as she always left him out of breath. He knew this because of the small moment after their kiss when her eyes remained closed and her lips pouted. 
Before letting her go, he quickly kisses her and doesn't say anything as he leads her to the car, locking the front door on their way out of the house. 
"I never answered your question," he says as he opens the passenger door for her but blocks her from entering the vehicle. She looks at him puzzled. "You look fuckin' beautiful," he whispers as he kisses her lips again before helping her into the car before getting in himself and driving to the SAMCRO clubhouse. 
When Jax pulls into the lot, the music is already booming from the speakers, there is already a strong odor of weed and cigarettes in the air, and beer bottles and cigarette butts are scattered all over the ground. He exits the car as Y/N gets out and meets him at the front of the car. He smiles as she slips her smaller hand into his larger one and laces their fingers together. As they enter the clubhouse, he brings her hand to his lips and gently kisses the back of it. 
As soon as they are inside, surrounded by patches, friends of the clubs, old ladies, sweet butts and crow eaters, Jax let's go of her hand and placed his arm around her waist pulling her into his side. A few people stared and scoffed at them, he was unable to control the smirk that grew on his lips. The women envious of Y/N and the men who aren't members of the club wishing they were him. 
Jax orders drinks from the prospect behind the bar before noticing Tig and Chibs sitting nearby. He leans close to Y/N to talks to her without having to yell, "Go sit down with Tig and Chibs, and I'll bring the drinks over." 
She gives him a quick peck on the cheek and moves over to the table where his SAMCRO brothers are seated. He watches when both men stand up and hug her before she sits down. 
He catches a few men glancing in her direction with hungry eyes as he surveys the crowded room. As his gaze returns to her, he suppresses the temptation to pound their faces into the nearest surface. Jax is unsure of what he did to earn her love, but he is glad that he did. He couldn't picture his life without her. 
Jax has only ever been in one committed relationship before he got into one with Y/N. Because of Tara's decision to go medical school, his ex-girlfriend ended their relationship but not without trying to convince him to leave with her. He'd been crushed and drowned himself in weed, alcohol, and pussy when he wasn't working his way up in the club. 
All of it came to an end when Y/N returned from college. 
After she returned home, a lot of things changed for him. Y/N became the reason he stayed awake and alone in bed most nights, her face being the one he saw when he tried to take another girl back to his room. When she wasn't with him, he thought of her constantly, wondering what she was doing and if she was safe. He had to stop himself from calling her every chance that he got  He existed solely for her and the club. Even though the guys made fun of him for being whipped, he didn't know where he'd be without her. He couldn't picture his life without her. He didn't want to. 
Jax brings the drinks over to the table and sits in the empty chair next to Y/N's handing her bottle of water to her. She leans in close to him, kissing his cheek once again, and whispers "thank you" as he drapes an arm across the back of her chair. 
"Hey, where's my kiss?" Tig is heard asking. 
"Not here, but maybe if you ask her," Y/N chuckles, pointing to a brunette crow-eater who is gazing lustfully at the club's resident crazy while wearing next to nothing. "She might give you one." 
"You might be right." He smirks, looking in the direction that Y/N is pointing.  He gets out of his chair and moves over to the couch where the crow-eater is seated. 
After an hour and a few drinks, Jax glances at Y/N as Chibs walks away, finishing their discussion. He finds her looking back at him with a small smile and love in her eyes. Now that they are alone at the table, he smiles tenderly at her as everything around them fades, Y/N becoming his sole focus for now. He didn't want to admit it, but she had turned him into a love-sick idiot. 
"How are you feeling?" She asks, concern in her eyes as she takes in the faint bruise on the side of his head. Moving her hand from his leg, she reaches up and runs her fingers through his hair. This afternoon he'd been hit in the head by some thug the club had to deal with, earning him a nasty headache.  However, it vanished when he took a few painkillers before church. His headache was returning, and the loud music was not helping. 
"I feel wonderful," he says trying to ease her worry and kisses her to distract her knowing she'll see right through his bullshit. 
"You're an awful liar." 
"I know." He offers her a small smile. "My headache's back." 
"We don't have to stay. I'm beginning to feel a bit worn out, myself." 
"Let's go home," He stands and offers his hand to her, helping her stand up also. They say goodnight to the most of the club members before Y/N makes plans to meet Gemma for lunch the following day. As they exit the building and walk to her car, Jax hands Y/N the keys. 
"Take these and lay down." Y/N offers Jax a glass of water and some pain relief she'd snagged from the kitchen on her way to the bedroom. As soon as they walked through the front door, Jax made his way into their bedroom, stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed while she double checked that everything was locked up and all the lights were off. He takes them as she instructed and leaves the half empty glass of water on the bedside table. 
He doesn't move from his upright position while he watches her undress till she is only wearing her bra and panties. 
His eyes follow her once more as she walks over to his dresser and picks out one of his SAMCRO shirts before entering the bathroom. A few minutes later, she returns wearing his shirt and with her face make-up free. He continues to observe her as she removes her bra, pulling it from the sleeve of his shirt and discarding it on the chair in the corner of their room. He moves to lay down as she climbs into bed, facing him. 
"How's your head?" She softly asks. 
"The pain is starting to fade." 
"That's good. 
"How are you feeling?" he questions, cupping her face and caressing her cheek with his thumb. 
"Amazing," she says as her eyelids close, relishing in the tenderness of his touch. "Though I was feeling a bit queasy earlier." 
He rolls onto his back to reach his bedside table and switches off the lamp. Y/N moves in closer and places her head on his chest. 
With his arm around her holding her close, he kisses the top of her head. "I know I never tell you I love you as much as I should, but I do love you." 
"I love you too," She smiles. His spoken 'I love you's' are rare but he didn't have to say it for her to know it's true. Every day, in the smallest things he does for her, he tells her he loves her.  
"I don't mean to turn into a huge sap but you're the most wonderful person I know," He kissed the top of her head again. "I don't know what I'd do without you or if anything happened to you." 
"I hope we never have to find out." 
"Me too." He sighs. A silence falls over them but is soon broken by Jax. "We should get married." 
Y/N sits up looking at him in the darkness, a look of shock plastered on her face. "You wanna get married?" 
"Yeah I do." he admits. They've never had the marriage talk until now. They hadn't had the baby talk before she got pregnant both times. "We have a good reason to. I love you, you love me and we're going to have a kid." His hand reached under the shirt she was wearing, his fingers brushing the skin of her belly.  
She smiles. "Okay, let's get married." 
Jax smiles back and pulls her down to him making her giggle. He runs a hand through her hair tucking a few strands behind her ear. "You really are wonderful." 
"Just kiss me already," she orders him. 
"Sure thing, Darling." he laughs and pulls her into a passionate and mind-blowing kiss that was bound to leave both of them breathless. 
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two-red-lungs · 2 years
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Heya! I was wondering if I could request a smuttyyyy David The Lost Boys x Reader piece pleaseee? Loves a good angsty maybe jealous David at that too? Thanks In advance! Love your work 🖤
ABSOLUTELY I can, bestie. I don't typically feel non-dominant towards a lot of men, but David is just 👀 spare cock sir????
Eyes On Me (Dom!David x Fem!Reader NSFW)
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Summary: David can hardly stand it when other guys so much as acknowledge your existence. But if they’re dumb enough to start flirting with you? Well. That’s another matter entirely. Someone's gotta step in, clearly.
Contents: Dom/sub elements, exhibitionism, typical shithead vampire behavior, fingering, PiV sex, smoking
Word Count: 2.1K
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Vampires are possessive.
You always assumed that would be the case, obviously, given their inhumanity. But they’re possessive beyond reason. Sometimes to the point of frustration, of anger. It’s caused arguments before. It will continue to do so in the future.
But sometimes it’s also just… infuriatingly attractive. 
You walked the perimeter of the Double Shot ride on the boardwalk, routinely rattling the protective bars settled over each rider, just like the guy who trained you had taught you to do. Rattle, rattle, rattle. Passing sugar-hyped kids talking to one-another, young couples holding each others hands in white-knuckled grips, already bracing to be shot up into the sky.
The summer night air was muggy, even by the seashore. Your sweat was soaking through your shirt. Not the smartest move to wear a colored bra and a white shirt, old friend, you thought a little dismally to yourself. Rattle, rattle, rattle. A hand on the protective bar grabbed you back.
You looked up and came face-to-face with a very attractive man. Wild, short, curly black hair and dark olive-tan skin, a winning white-toothed smile. A lady's man for sure. “Seat next to me’s free.” He told you with a grin, jerking his head to the empty slot. “I can hold your hand so it’s not so scary.”
You huffed out a flattered laugh. “Kinda hard to operate the ride if I’m on it, right?” With a ginger smile you extracted your hand from his. His summer sweat clung to your fingers. 
The man just winked at you and you sidled back to the booth, settling into the enclosed space and slumping down on the cheap plastic chair to pull the lever. Just like that, the boardwalk denizens were up and away, screaming into the night as they ascended the enormous tower. Up and down and up again, rushing through the air. 
You used the hand the man had touched to wipe sweat off your neck. It was late. You weren’t thinking clearly. Your mistake, really.
Just as the ride began to slow, cycle of dramatic ups and downs coming to an end, the seething crowd that thrummed around the myriad of gated rides parted. Rather dramatically.
David always did know how to make an entrance. 
Even in the oppressive heat he was all black, coat over coat, a domineering silhouette that seemed to be negatively charged to the people around him: they stepped out of the way hastily. His short, pale hair shifted in the wind, and he had that ever-present soft, smug smile on his face. Ice-blue eyes locked right on you through the glass of the booth.
You flushed and waved. 
He moseyed over, leaning over the booth door. Reeking of cigarettes and motor exhaust. “Doll.” He drawled. 
“David.” You countered back with a warm, fold grin.
He was leaning forward to press a kiss to your head, and paused. Something dark descending over his scruffy, permanently-youthful face. You were opening your mouth to ask him what was wrong when his hand shot out, grabbing your jaw, holding you in place. A nose carefully brushed down your cheek, lower and lower… to your neck. Taking a long, pointed inhale. 
Oh shit. Random guy sweat. 
You screwed your eyes shut. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Of course he’d notice, of course. Stupid vampires and their stupid heightened senses.
“...Now.” David said pointedly. Voice a low, growling register that hit you straight in your stomach and made you want to melt. “I sure as hell don’t like that, doll. Don’t like that at all.” Leather-covered fingers smoothed over your hot skin. Hovering over your jumping pulse as it kicked up a notch. 
“I’m sorry.” You said reflexively. But it wasn’t enough. It never was. 
The controls beeped and you slapped the power-down button. Through the glass the safety bars were lifting and people were hopping off, and the crowd was humming again, and David was gone. Watching you, probably, from somewhere. Like he always did. You shakily extracted yourself from the booth, nerves buzzing, helping people down the elevated step and holding the ride gate open. You could see the flirtatious, beautiful man approaching.
Don’t do it, you begged mentally. Don’t do it, please.
He moseyed out of the gate and stopped right in front of you, arms folding. Still smiling. “So.” He asked conversationally. “What time do you get off? Maybe you and I could grab a drink.”
You opened your mouth to reply, and jumped when a patchwork coat-covered arm stuck out from behind you and plopped the closed sign down over the ride gate. Marko materialized by your side with a little, feral grin and a wiggly finger-wave. 
Uh-oh. The cavalry. 
“Hey, man.” Paul appeared, too, seemingly out of thin air. He slung an arm around the guy’s shoulder, talking up a storm in that hypnotic way that he did. “Haven’t seen you around Santa Carla before. You new? Nice jacket. You know I got one just like it myself. It’s pretty sick.” The guy opened his mouth to speak but the blonde overwhelmed him, already pivoting him away towards the crowd and fishing through his riding pants pocket. “You smoke? I got something we can totally split. Hey, have you been to the bluff just a mile down west? Wicked place for a smoke sesh. In fact we could take my bike and—”
And just like that he was gone and the man was too, Marko buzzing after them with this look on his face that filled you with dread. Because now you knew for certain that that man was not going to survive to see the next sunrise.
A hand, heavy and strong, found your shoulder. You didn’t need to turn to know who it belonged to. The grip was tight enough to hurt. 
“He didn’t know, David.” You protested weakly to the night air. “He couldn’t have known that…”
“That? That?” David hummed out almost mockingly, brows down. Entertained by your agitation as he rounded you like a shark circling prey. That hand on your shoulder traced your neck. “That nobody lays a goddamn finger on you? That you belong—” He was up in your personal space all at once, making you take a half-step back. He blew smoke in your face. “—to me? Because you do, doll. And you should have known better.”
You couldn’t help the way your knees got all weak and jelly-soft at his words, at his intent glare, like he wanted to eat you alive. A cat with a mouse. “David, come on…” You whispered half-heartedly. 
“You know, maybe you need another lesson. A reminder you can’t forget so easily.” Just like that there was an arm around your waist and you were being crushed against his side, being marched down the boardwalk away from your post and towards his bike parked brusquely in front of the lit-up archway. You swallowed hard at the sight. His grip got tighter. 
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“Please, please David. Please, please, please.” You whimpered, face mashed against the gritty rooftop of the abandoned building. David always did have a thing for showing you off to the world. Telling the universe that you were his to do whatever he wanted with. That included flying you to the top of the abandoned gas station on the edge of the overgrown lot in town.
People were walking the streets below. You were barely out of sight. 
David’s bare, scarred fingers squelched inside you with brutal, rapid strokes. The kind of speed and force and raw demand that made your brain go fucking blank with electrical pleasure running down your knees, locking up your torso. 
He pulled his bundle of fingers out and open-palm slapped at your absolutely sopping pussy a few times, making you jump. He had you over his lap, settled cross-legged on the rooftop. He’d been torturing you like this for ages; no relief, no orgasms, not even the warm comfort of his cock or his tongue. Just coaxing, evil fingers scraping and stretching your insides until you were a leaking, shiny mess sprawled belly-down over his knees. 
Fingers teased your soft, open entrance again, up and down and up and down. You moaned pathetically and let your head drop back down to the dirty grit, fists balled up hard enough that your nails cut into skin.
“Still waitin’ on that apology.” He ground out evenly, voice muffled by the cigarette pressed between his lips. 
“I did apologize!” You whined out. 
“Didn’t count. You didn’t mean it.” His fingers dipped into you again, jackhammering for a few excruciatingly pleasurable seconds and making your wetness fly out before he pulled back again, spreading your folds apart with damp fingers. 
“I meant it!”
“Say it again, doll.”
“‘M sorry— fuuuuuck, I’m sorry, David.” You moaned. His broad index finger scraped teasingly, again and again and again, against that mushy spot in your channel that made your toes curl. “Sorry I w— sorry I was being a f-flirt. I’m yours, I shouldn’t…. Shouldn’t… oh my god—”
It was so good. So hypnotically, insanely, brain-meltingly good, feeling those fingers stretch you again and again so deliciously, alternating between manic thrusting that threatened to pitch you over the edge before pulling back into soft kitten-pets and teasing circles drawn around your abused clit. 
“So whiny. Christ.” He said with a dark, ridiculing chuckle. “You trying to drown my hand or somethin’, doll? Jesus. So fuckin’ wet. Do you feel this shit?” He dragged the entirety of his broad hand flat against your swollen pussy and you whimpered in response. “He couldn’t have gotten you this fucking worked up. This sweet pussy only gets this excited for me.”
“Only for you, David, I swear.” You said almost without thinking, rocking back helplessly in his lap against the dull pleasure of his palm grinding on your clit. 
“All mine.”
“All yours. David, please.”
Without any warning your world was tilting and moving: he was manhanding you like a doll, hauling you up without even a grunt of effort, setting you down on his lap. A hard, hot cock pressed against your back: you mindlessly rubbed back against it and he chuckled again. He sounded pleased. 
“Want it that bad, huh?”
“Always.”
“Okay, princess.” A furnace-hot mouth latched onto the sensitive skin joining your neck to your shoulder, sucking and teething painfully as strong hands lifted up you. His bare cockhead, smooth and blunt, pressed against your sopping hole. “Can’t say no, when you’re this fuckin’ pathetic. That’d just be cruel of me.”
“God, you’re so—” You were gasping out just as he readjusted his grip on your hips and pushed, brutal and demanding, splitting you open. You parted for him with no resistance, wet and desperate and soft. He groaned wetly into your neck. 
There was no time to adjust to the intrusion before those inhumanly strong hands started lifting you up and down, Double Shot-ing you on his cock. Blissfully, euphorically fast. The wet slap slap slap of your ass against his pelvis sounded loud as thunder in the quiet air. 
“L-love that you’re so protective—” You dumbly rambled as David fucked you. “Like it when y-you look at me like that. Feels— fuck— feels good.”
David growled so low and so deep in his chest it thrummed against your back. “Gotta keep an eye on my girl. She gets into trouble.” His low voice was strained. 
Shit, you were not gonna last. The eons of teasing had left your right on the brink. You weren’t even sound of mind enough to be embarrassed begging for it. “David, please,” You chanted, feet scrambling for purchase on the rooftop to brace against something, “Please can I cum, fucking please—”
“No.” He snarled. “You know the rule.”
You whined pathetically. “You first. Please hurry.”
Another laugh. “Don’t worry. Pretty thing like you, pussy drooling all over my cock, fuckin’ desperate for it, just… shit— fuck, fuck, doll—”
David ground you down against his pelvis hard enough to bruise, teeth buried savagely into your shoulder, cock pulsing inside of you. Head bloomed in your core. Fuck, you were not above begging, but even in the middle of his own orgasm he swooped in to save you: strong fingers rubbed tight, aggressive circles around your clit as he filled you up with his cum and that’s all you needed to black the fuck out and fly into oblivion. 
You came back to yourself, shivering in the night air, with the weight of David’s heavy form pressed up against your back. You were barely aware of his fingers trailing idly over your union point, gathering cum and slick. David reached up and ran that hand down your neck: right over where you had wiped the man’s pungent sweat an hour before. 
“Maybe that’ll keep the leeches away.” He rumbled behind you. His voice was softer, now. Content. Like a lion with its kill. 
You chuckled weakly. “Maybe. Or I could just tell them I have a big, scary vampire boyfriend that fucks my brains out so well on a regular basis that no human can ever compare.”
“Hey, whatever works, doll.”
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