#but on the bright side having all of that pressure on me made me FINALLY. FINALLY understand some of the concepts in ENGR that ive been

[kazumasougi]

finished my work literally exactly one minute before the deadline holy shit

#mileposting #which wasnt very responsible of me i know. LOL #but on the bright side having all of that pressure on me made me FINALLY. FINALLY understand some of the concepts in ENGR that ive been #really really struggling with so im happy about it. apparently most people were stuck on it too so like. a little win for me #the rest is still very hard and i dont know if ill be able to figure it out before my midterm but im counting tonight as a victory so wahoo

[tojisun]

sun!! i hope you’re doing well sweetheart <3

i’m on my period and feeling miserable :( i’m just imagining biker!simon and his big warm hands massaging my lower back and being my personal heating pad

i feel like he’d be so doting and sweet…and i just know his cuddles are IMMACULATE

my goodness my beloved im sorry for how late my reply to this is!! i hope ur feeling a whole lot better today :(( and that u were able to rest well hhhhh

no ur right!!! big man like simon gives out good hugs!! just, warm and comforting over all <33 // biker!simon mlist

simon leaves as soon as he can, your message still bright in his mind – im dying lol.

“Not on my watch,” is what simon replied, trying to be playful if only to distract you from your pain.

he says his goodbyes to his friends, waves at john who tells him he’ll close up the shop and that simon doesn’t have to worry about it, before walking towards the parking lot. he snags his helmet, snaps it on, and hefts himself on top of his bike.

he traces the initials engraved on his gloves before bringing up his hand to the mouth of his helmet and presses it in lieu of a kiss. then he’s off, the purr of his engine smooth as he whips against the wind.

simon’s left you on his bed today, bundled up in his sweater and underneath the blankets. you’ve been teary-eyed as you bid him goodbye, trying to assure him that your period’s not kicking your ass.

“just go, si,” you said, huffing when simon continued to stand by the edge of the bed, hesitating.

“i don’t wanna leave you when y’r like this, sweetheart,” he replied, bending down just enough to cup your cheek, his thumb swiping just underneath your eye.

“you can’t just skip work, y’know?”

“if it’s for you, i can.”

it wasn’t a lie – you two knew this – but you insisted, giggling, and told him to just remember to bring snacks when he returns home. he kissed you goodbye and drove off.

simon didn’t forget his promise, of course. his bag’s full of chocolates and cookies and a pack of electrolyte drinks. he knew the medicine cabinet was stocked but simon got extra pain medications – for cramping and nausea – in case you needed more.

johnny had seen simon’s grocery bag and asked that simon tell you that johnny’s wishing you to get well soon. then, kyle and john overheard and they gave simon the extra ladyfingers stored in the break room.

simon parks his bike and almost stumbles on his feet when he lurched out of his bike. he speeds through the stairs, thundering footsteps echoing, before tearing through the fire escape door.

he fumbles for his keys, steps into his apartment, and has just enough coherence to remember to toe his shoes off, place his helmet on the counter, snag his gloves off, and wash his hands. then, simon’s back in his room. back where you are.

you’re still buried underneath his quilt, curled into yourself. simon would have cooed at how little space you are taking up on his bed but he hears you whine, exhausted face peeking out of the quilt, before weary eyes meet his own.

“i’m home, sweetheart,” he breathes out, watching as your face breaks out into a smile.

“hey there, baby,” you reply, shuffling until he sees you lift a corner of the sheets for him to crawl in.

simon doesn’t even care that he’s still in his work clothes, not when your pretty eyes are pleading him to slip in and finally cuddle with you. so he drops his bag and takes his jacket off, before slipping underneath the quilt and sliding beside you.

you’re blinking up at him as he settles in, your warm palms reaching up to caress his cool face. he hears the faint hum that rumbles from your throat and simon huffs a fond laugh at the small smile tickling your lips.

“how do you want me, love?” he asks, his own hands claiming their rightful place by your waist. he rubs at your sides the way he knows you want – smooth glides with just enough pressure, grounding you into him.

“spoonin’,” you whisper, sniffing, before turning away from him with your mind made up.

simon laughs, pressing the quiet puffs of it on the back of your head as you shimmy towards him, pressing your back to his chest, before falling putty with a quiet sigh. he loops his arm around your waist, the heavy weight of his palm falling just underneath your belly.

“lift y’r head up a bit,” simon murmurs, humming when he slots his other arm under your head for you to use as a pillow. “good girl,” he murmurs as you fall back into him.

simon fixes the sheets as you shuffle closer again, nuzzling your face onto his arm with a pleased grumble, and he barks a laugh at your sudden sneeze.

“shit, sorry,” you croak out, hiding your face behind your palms.

simon laughs. “don’t be, sweetheart.” he kisses the back of your head again. “feelin’ better?”

“a bit,” you reply, and simon trembles when he feels your fingers glide along his arm. “now that you’re here.”

jesus. you sure know how to make him ache with the weight of his love, huh sweetheart?

IT GOT TOO LONG IM SORRY!! but yea :(( i hope u are feeling better luv <333

#suns.f #biker!simon #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #anon #ask #suns #AND THANK U SM!! IM DOING GOOOD (a lie - im stressed as fuck but what else can i do?)

[digital-domain]

edging w/ your jjk men

a collection.

total word count: ~3.8k (1200-1300 each)

pairing(s): gojo x reader, geto x reader, sukuna x reader

content tags: all nsfw (obviously). Details for each ⬇️

Gojo: choking, biting, a lil bit of begging, whole lotta teasing, eating out, simultaneous orgasms

Geto: slowwww teasing, bondage, bit of slapping (thighs), eating out + fingering through panties (and then eventually without them)

Sukuna: ok so - fingering, eating out, heavy degradation, honorifics, begging, biting, choking, dacryphilia, throat-fucking, facial, orgasm denial, literally stepping on you, i think that’s everything??

been working on this for a while, hope you enjoy...

GOJO.

He’s almost always sweet to you, precisely because he knows how powerful he is. He shows it off to the rest of the world, but with you, he doesn’t have to. He wants you to feel good, wants to make you cherish every second you spend alone together, wants to make you come, sometimes multiple times in a row, until you have nothing else to give - and like everything else, it’s easy for him. He’ll wrap his arms around you when it’s all over, bury his face in your hair, tell you that he loved every second of it just as much as you did. Almost every time, that’s how it ends.

But then there are the other times, when you see that feral spark in his eyes, and realize that you’re about to be his outlet for everything that he’s been holding back. It starts with the little things - instead of caressing your face, his hand curls around your neck, and his kisses are rough, his teeth sinking without warning into your bottom lip, his eyes still open, shining far too bright. He unbuttons his shirt and undresses you in seconds, plunges his hand between your thighs, grins when he realizes how wet his onslaught has made you, cackling at the shock in your eyes. He throws you onto your back, and for a moment things are just the same as always - he’s eating you out like he’s starving, and you know that it won’t be long before you finally get the release you’ve been craving - it never does take long with him. Not unless he decides to drag it out. He’s not dragging it out today - you can already feel your body tensing, preparing for the wave of pleasure that’s about to roll over it -

He moves. Unnaturally fast. His mouth is at your neck, instead of between your legs, and you’re confused, disoriented, crying out in pain as his teeth sink into your skin. He pushes himself up on his hands, hovering over you, and that wild grin flashes across his face once again.

“Satoru…”

“Yeah? You want something?” His face is so close to yours that your eyes cross trying to look at him, and he cackles again, his tongue darting over his lips. “You gotta ask nicely if you want something. How am I supposed to know otherwise?”

You glare up at him - there’s far too much pride in his voice. He’s so pleased with himself, and you think you might hate him for it.

“What? You mad?” He bites his lip, and slithers back down between your legs, tracing a single finger up your inner thigh. “Want me to make it up to you?”

You stay silent. Inside, you’re burning, desperate for him to finish you, but you can’t tell him that. You’ll never hear the end of it.

“No?” He sighs dramatically and rolls over your leg onto his side, smirking slightly as you gasp at the sudden pressure. “Guess I’ll just leave, then.”

You stare, horrified, as he stands and does up the buttons of his shirt. He slowly makes his way towards the door, not throwing so much as a glance in your direction. Without thinking, you sit up and call out after him. “Satoru!”

“Yeah?” He turns his head over his shoulder, smiling innocently. “You wanna kiss me goodbye?”

“No.” You mumble something unintelligible, and he crosses the room in an instant, diving on top of you and pinning you to the mattress, wrapping his hand around your jaw.

“Hm? I didn’t hear you!”

You take a deep breath, your eyes still narrowed in anger, resenting the firm grip forcing you to look at him as you speak. “I said, I want you to make it up to me.” He tilts his head, waiting, and you grit your teeth. “Please.”

“There you go.” He twists his free hand through your hair, holding you in place as he kisses you, sloppily, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. You can feel his hard cock pressing through the fabric of his pants, and you can’t stop yourself from grinding against it, although you’re all too aware of the effect your desperation has on him. The hand grasping your face slowly slides down to your throat. “You want me to make you cum?” He effortlessly flips you onto your stomach and falls upon you, one hand undoing his trousers while the other stays firm upon your neck. His cock brushes against your inner thigh, inches from slipping inside you. With his trousers discarded on the floor, he slips his hand under your hips. His fingers circle your clit, making you gasp and squirm beneath him. He leans in close, breathing heavily in your ear. “You wanna cum around my cock?” He’s teasing you, stroking his cock slowly over your entrance, sighing tantalizingly as he feels how wet you are, how ready you are for him. His hand tightens around your neck, urging you to speak before he squeezes the breath out of you.

It’s all too much for you to resist. “Yes,” you gasp. Your voice muffled by the sheets beneath you. You raise your voice. “Yes. I - I want you to fuck me. Wanna cum for you. Please, Sato-“

The last of the air leaves your lungs as he thrusts into you, ravenously, as if he’s been waiting for hours instead of just minutes. His fingers stroke at your clit as he nips haphazardly at your neck and ear, sighing with pleasure as he pounds at your cunt, and you suddenly realize that he’s been just as desperate as you this whole time - he’s just much better at hiding it. Good enough to make you beg for what he’s wanted all along. And you don’t care - what he’s doing to you feels far too good for you to think about it anymore. You can feel yourself practically drool onto the sheets beneath you, surges of heat sweeping across your skin as he presses into you, somehow touching every inch of you at once, from your hair to the edges of your thighs.

“Talk to me,” he whispers, urgent and intense - this time, you don’t hesitate for a moment.

“‘S so good - please keep going. Thank you…”

He’s so satisfied by your response that he practically hums in your ear, his hips driving into you with such force that you cry out in pain-and-pleasure, your hand scrabbling desperately at the sheets, a fresh thrill of heat spreading through your core. “You’re gonna cum with me,” he whispers. "Yeah?"

“Y-yes. Thank you. Yes.” Your legs twitch beneath him, and your orgasm radiates through your body, lingering as his cock spasms inside you, his grip tightening - he groans heavily, and you take his cum inside of you, basking in your own afterglow as he finishes and collapses over your body, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You stay like that for a long time, pressed up against each other, uncharacteristically silent.

“Worth it,” you murmur, half hoping that he won’t hear you. Of course, he does.

“I know.” You can practically feel that self-satisfied grin spreading over his face. “We’ll do it again.” His voice softens. “You did good for me.” He nuzzles his face against your skin. “Did I do good for you?”

You sigh, sounding nearly as dramatic as him. “Yes. But don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late.”

You groan, and half-heartedly try to push him off of you. He doesn’t move an inch.

“You just say the word when you want it like that again,” he murmurs. “Until then, I’ll be sweet. I swear.”

You believe him. After all, this time has ended just like all the rest. Whispered reassurances, his arms wrapped around you, fingers stroking through your hair. You could never really be mad at him. He’s far, far too good for that.

GETO.

He knows how to take his time. There’s no reason to rush - he knows that he has you for as long as he wants you. He’s slow to undress you, running his finger up the side-seam of your shirt before pulling it over your head, tracing a hand over your stomach just above the waistline of your jeans before he even undoes the top button, running his hand up your thigh and teasing you through the stiff fabric, daring you to grind into his palm. He lays you down and kisses you slowly, but not gently - his tongue probes into your mouth, and he tugs at your bottom lip with his teeth as he pulls back. As he finally takes off your jeans, you become very aware of the fact that he’s still fully clothed. His hands slide under your back, undoing your bra, but he keeps your panties on - for now. You squirm, restless, unable to hide your eager anticipation of his next move.

“Be patient.” He’s exploring you at his leisure, kissing your forehead, your lips, sucking at the side of your neck. You involuntarily writhe beneath him - you can tell that this is going to leave a mark, but you don’t care about that right now. If anything - it’s not quite enough.

“Be still.” His voice is utterly soft and controlled, starkly contrasting with the whimpers that escape from your mouth as he kisses your breast, flicking your nipple with his tongue, and slides his hand between your legs, teasing you over your panties - you’re wet already, and infuriatingly, his touch seems to lighten as he realizes this.

You reach up, desperate to touch him, to see more of him. But he catches your wrists and pins them above your head. “Still having trouble, hm?” He smiles condescendingly, shaking his head. “I thought you would’ve learned by now. You’re only going to draw this out even more.”

He kisses you hard, swallowing up the protest about to issue from your mouth, his grip tightening around your wrists. As soon as he lets go, your hands jump to his hair, and again, he catches them. His eyes narrow, his voice deathly quiet. “What did I just say?”

Sometimes, you just can’t resist making a bad decision. “That you’re gonna draw things out?” Your voice is too loud, too defiant - and far more confident than you feel. “As if I mind spending more”-

He slaps his hand over your mouth. “You don’t mind yet.” There’s an unusual smile on his face, unlike any you’ve seen from him before. It’s almost scary, the way his dark eyes seem to pierce right through yours. “But you will.”

You cringe as he reaches for the drawer of his dresser and pulls out a couple short lengths of cord. He’s tied your wrists before, and not being allowed to touch him is always agonizing. But you can handle it. You have before. And the emergence of that rope usually means that the teasing is nearing its end. After all - even he can’t hold out forever.

But to your surprise, it’s not your wrists that he takes hold of. Instead, he grabs your ankles and effortlessly folds you in half, pulls your arms up to meet your legs - you struggle, slightly, but not nearly enough to give him any trouble. In an instant, two tight loops pull your limbs together, pressing your forearms to your shins, your feet in the air, the ropes tight enough that you know they'll leave an impression when he removes them.

But that won’t be any time soon. You can barely move, can’t keep yourself upright on your own, and you know better than to speak again. He steadies you, wrapping his arms around your legs, parting them, and drags his tongue carefully down your inner thigh. Then, finally, over your cunt - but the lace of your panties is still in the way, and you grind desperately into his mouth, only becoming more desperate as he smirks up at you, his nails digging into your vulnerable skin. “So worked up already…I think it’s a good thing we kept these on. Wouldn’t want you getting overwhelmed.”

You whine pathetically as he presses his face into you once more, continuing his slow tease, his hand slipping from your thigh to circle your clit, tugging back and forth at the thin fabric covering you, refusing to push it aside. There’s an awful heat growing inside of you, begging for more. It’s not enough - but at the same time, entirely too much. You’re falling apart in his hands, his tight grip the only thing holding you together.

The worst thing - you might be able to come like this. Without him ever touching you directly - it could end. He has that much control over you. If he wants it to happen, it will - the realization only drives you closer to the edge.

“Pretty girl,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to the top of your thigh, his hand still tormenting you with its slow, delicate strokes. “You’re close, aren’t you? I can see it in your face.”

You don’t doubt it - you can feel the heat rushing to your cheeks, flooding every inch of your skin.

“And I can feel it.” He slips a single finger under your panties, sliding over the mess beneath, drawing a sharp gasp from your mouth. “Do you even realize how much you’re shaking?”

You hadn’t - your attention is entirely on him. “Please…take them off…wanna cum…”

He laughs softly, eyes darting to the place where your wrists meet your legs, your hands curling white-knuckled around your ankles. “How would I do that?”

“Then…pull them to the side…”

“A much more reasonable request.” He adds a second finger to the first, and curls them inside you, that strange smile spreading once again over his face as you squirm and sigh in a mixture of desire and relief. After so much denial, it’s not going to take much - you can already feel yourself clenching around him, his fingers working you up to the point of no return. “But then again…” He drops his gaze, following the line of his wrist, and - without warning - completely stops what he’s doing. “I’m not always inclined to be reasonable.”

Your mouth falls open in shock as he pulls back entirely, the gathering pleasure inside of you replaced by a stinging pain as he strikes the back of one thigh, then the other. His other hand holds your legs together, securing you by the ankles. He presses on, scattering red marks across your thighs, until he finally gets the satisfaction of hearing you cry out.

“That’s right.” He trails the back of his hand across your skin, then finally grabs the scrap of lace between your legs, yanking it up just enough for him to drag his tongue over you, luxuriating in the shuddering breath that seems to ripple out across your entire body. He’s not teasing anymore - he’s relentless, and you melt completely, only praying that he doesn’t stop again before your mind goes entirely blank.

He doesn’t stop. Not this time. Before long, you’re shaking again, only aware of his tongue, and his hands gripping your thighs, and -

You tense one final time, and then the wave comes crashing down over you - and he doesn’t stop, even as your head falls back into the mattress beneath you, a glowing sensation spreading over you from the inside out.

Only when he’s taken everything you have out of you - only then does he sit up, untie you, and flip you onto your side, wrapping his arms around you, pressing his face into your hair. He doesn’t say anything - and you don’t feel the need to, either. Like with everything else - you know that there’s no need to rush.

SUKUNA.

Oh. You poor, sweet thing. You’re so fucking naive. Sukuna doesn’t give a shit about your pleasure, but he’s going to act like he does just so he can rip it all away. You’ve been so good for him today, on your knees, taking his cock down your throat over, over, and over, and when it’s finally finished - when your face is such a sloppy mess that you can’t tell whether it’s spit or tears or his come running down your neck - you’re sure that you’ve finally earned the orgasm he’s been denying you for days. And he’s being so much more generous than usual - he pins you to the ground, wraps his arms around your legs, and buries his face in your cunt, tongue finding your clit, sharp nails digging into your thighs, sending you hurtling towards the most intense climax of your life. You grab his hair and grind into his mouth, wanting more, more, more -

And at the last moment - the last possible moment - he stops. He stops, and he smiles. Ferociously. Teeth bared. His hand wraps around your throat - in a second he’s on top of you, the tip of his cock teasing you open, his face hovering menacingly over yours. “You want me to do it again.” It’s not a question, but you nod as if it is, and his fingers tighten dangerously against your neck. “You want me to make you suffer.” Again, you respond, this time with a fervent shake of your head. “Hm? Is this too much for you already?”

If you tried to speak, it would come out as a wretched gasp, so you wait in silence, your entire body tensing in anticipation of his next words.

“How unfortunate. I didn’t think you were that weak.” He presses his lips to your ear, and jabs two fingers into your mouth, laughing cruelly as you gag and writhe beneath him. “We’re not done. Not even close.”

His body glides slowly over yours, and this time, you feel a sinking feeling of dread as his tongue brushes over you. “Please…”

“That’s right.” He looks up at you for a moment before sinking his teeth into your inner thigh, and you hear yourself wail in shock and despair. “Beg me. Tell me how badly your worthless little cunt wants to cum.”

“Please…Ryomen…”

As soon as his name falls off your tongue, you know that you’ve made a mistake. He revels in it, doubling his assault on your thighs as he slides his fingers inside of you, their every twist and stroke bringing you closer to the precipice you know awaits you.

“Use my name again, and I will make sure that you spend your entire life like this. All pent up with absolutely nowhere to go.” Your cunt clenches around his fingers, and he pulls back a second time, running his knuckles over the dark marks slowly forming on your skin. “You have one more chance.”

“Master…” You feel like your mind has been ripped away from you. And it doesn’t matter - your fate will be the same no matter what you say. “I - I can’t…”

“Such a shame.” He reaches up to your face and parts your lips once again, forcing you to taste yourself on his fingers. “Little brat can’t even do the one thing she’s supposed to be good at.”

This third time, you wonder if maybe - just maybe - he’ll make you cum by accident. You’re so worked up - it won’t take much. But he’s going so slow, alternating between his hand and his tongue, not giving you nearly enough of either. You can feel tears welling up in your eyes, and he seems to sense them, pulling away from your thighs for a third time, suspending his face over yours, staring intently, a cruel smile spreading across his face.

“It’s so easy to make you cry.” His cock teases over your cunt again, and you sob in desperation, closing your eyes, trying to shut out some of the stimulation that’s coming close to driving you insane. He cracks his hand sharply against your cheek, and your eyelids flutter open. “Don’t hide. Even you know better than that.” He pushes himself back onto his knees, straddling your chest, and wraps his hand around his cock, his grin widening as you instinctively part your lips.

“Please…master…”

He strokes his cock over your face, taking immense satisfaction in the desperation written across it.

“Please. Fuck me. I…I need you.”

He tilts his head for a moment, like he’s considering, his hand slowing but never stopping. Your stomach sinks as his tongue flicks over his lips, exaggerating the ferocity of his smile. “No. You’ll cum if I fuck you.“

You whine - it sounds pathetic even to your ears. “Why won’t you let me?”

His eyes narrow, and he spits in your face, his grip on himself tightening as he watches it drip down your cheek. “You exist for my pleasure.” He hurtles forward, and his nails twist through your hair and dig into your scalp. You open your mouth without a thought, and he thrusts deep into your throat - you try to bolt backwards, but his grip is firm, and your weak efforts to struggle only drive him deeper into you, the sounds escaping from your lips only spurring him on. “For all I care,” he hisses, “you could go the rest of your life without ever having that release again.“

At the last moment, he lets go of your hair, and as the back of your head scrapes the hard ground beneath you, his cum spurts across your face - before you have a moment to breathe, he’s flipped you onto your stomach. Your clothes are lying discarded somewhere nearby - he rips a strip of fabric from your shirt and ties it tightly around your wrists, securing them behind your back.

“You exist for me,” he murmurs, his voice so low that it sends a fresh shudder through your body. “Not for yourself. When you’re not serving me, your fragile little life is worth nothing at all. So…” He rises to his feet, and presses the sole of his foot into your back. “You’re going to wait here until I’m ready to use you again. I suggest you spend that time thinking about what you’ll say when I return.” He steps over you, the weight of his body pressing into your spine as his sole pushes away from your body, and he laughs again as you squeal in pain. “Such a pathetic little creature. You’re lucky that I’ve found such a good use for you. Maybe I’ll even fuck you next time, if I like the way you beg.”

He retreats into the shadows, leaving you face-down, face ruined, still squirming, thighs clenching around nothing, your entire body still burning with desire. You’ll be good for him when he returns. He says that you exist for him…. and after this, you have no choice but to believe it.

#jjk x reader #jjk smut #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo smut #geto x reader #getou suguru x reader #geto smut #sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #jjk x you #sukuna x you #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #sukuna #jujutsu kaisen

[woso-dreamzzz]

Kid II

Arsenal Women x Teen!Reader

Summary: You get injured during the derby against Chelsea

To be honest, getting injured was the worst thing that had ever happened to you.

It wasn't even a big injury but the embarrassment was enough to make you want to crawl into a hole and die.

"Oh, shit," You swore, clutching at the side of your face as pain radiated through your entire head.

Chelsea's Millie Bright, the player you had collided with, looked down at you in horror. "You doing alright, l/n?"

"No." You voice came out nasally and you refused to move your hand, laying on your back. "Ow."

"We're gonna need medics over here!" Bright turned her attention fully onto you, trying to pry your hand away. "Let me see."

"No." It was bad enough you got injured during a derby match, even worse as one of the greatest brick walls in the game tried to inspect your injuries. It was frankly embarrassing.

"Come on," She said again," Let me just check you over. That's a lot of blood."

"She said no, Bright." Katie appeared out of nowhere, shoving Bright back with a sneer before crouching over you. "Let me see, kid."

"What happened to me saying no?"

"No concussion then," She shot back," If you're crackin' jokes like that. Bright's right though, awful lot of blood."

When you finally moved your bloodstained hand from your face, Alessia and Vic had arrived with a medic.

"Ooh," Alessia winced, covering Vic's eyes with her hand," That looks mingin'."

"Feels minging," You replied.

Your nose was definitely fractured in some way - not fully out of place but in pain enough that you knew you would sitting out the next few matches. Your eyebrow had a cut on it too, leaking blood at an alarming rate.

Katie looked over your injuries for a moment before she surged towards Bright. Caitlin and Lina hurried to grab her arms, holding her in place as she spat profanities.

"Let's get you up, kid," Kim said as she arrived, helping you to your feet with Jen taking up your other side," They'll need to pressure wrap. Throw in some stitches too."

You groaned, knowing that you weren't coming back on the pitch anytime soon.

"You'll be okay," Jen said soothingly," We'll get you sorted right out."

Beth was subbed on in your place, taking a moment to hold your chin in her hand so she could move your head around. You knew that your eyes would slowly be bruising because of your nose injury and that your eyebrow was still leaking blood.

She nodded firmly before she made her way onto the pitch.

"Come on," Viv took Kim's place," Let's get you treated."

It was blisteringly cold day so you shivered slightly as you were guided to the bench. Lotte reached forward from behind you, draping her coat over your shoulders while Viv looked at you in disapproval (having told you earlier in the locker room to make sure you brought your coat out).

The medics fussed over you for a second. Your nose was the least of their concerns as your eyebrow continued to bleed.

They spoke over your head like you weren't there, updating Viv as Laia gave you her mittens.

"Stitches, definitely," One of the medics said as they wrapped a compression bandage around your head," We can get it done now. You alright to get up?"

You nodded. "I'm good."

●～●～●～●～

The remaining members of the ACL squad joined you in the corridor, abandoning the rest of the match in favour of checking you over.

"Hey!" You laughed as Teyah flopped on top of you.

"Oh, don't give me that!" She grinned at you," You're fine. Nasty looking bandage though." She poked you in your cheek.

"Teyah," Leah said sternly," Be careful. She still needs stitches..." She studied your face. "And someone to take a look at that nose."

Teyah rolled her eyes but clambered off you as Laura approached, clapping you on the back.

"When you went down, I half thought that you'd be joining the ACL squad."

You laughed before wincing when your nose ached. "Trust me, I've no plans to join you all."

Leah, who had stopped scolding Teyah, looked at you incredulously. "What? Why not? The ACL squad is the coolest gang on the block!"

"On the block?" You exchanged a look with Teyah. "Leah, how old are you?"

She swatted you on the shoulder with an eye roll. "I'd take you to the floor, if you weren't injured."

"Then I'm glad I'm injured."

She softened. "The cut looked nasty, though. How are you feeling?"

"Like I hit a brick wall and then the ground."

Leah threw her head back and laughed. "Yeah," She said," That sounds like the Millie Bright experience."

"Can you tell her to work out less?" You asked as the club doctor came in with a suture kit. "It'd be nicer next time we go against each other, not to run into a wall of muscle."

"To be fair," Laura said softly," It's more like she ran into you."

You groaned, checks puffed out in embarrassment. "Then I'm just the idiot kid who didn't see her coming."

"Sit up, l/n," The doctor said," Let's get this over and done with."

●～●～●～●～

By the time you had been properly stitched up and given the go ahead to leave, the match had five minutes left.

You took a seat on the bench, curling into Stina's side (she must have been subbed off at some point during your treatment).

She had very much taken you under her wing for your time at Arsenal - although, you were half sure that was because as soon as Magda and Frido got word about your potential move, they bullied every England based Swede into watching out for you - but this inspection was a new kind of hovering.

"Are you sure that's stuck on properly?" She peppered you with questions. "Did they say how long you had to keep it on? What about your head? Do you have a concussion?"

"Calm down, Stina," Amanda said with an eyeroll," If she wasn't fine, they wouldn't have let her come back." She frowned before turning to you. "Right? They wouldn't have let you leave if you weren't alright?"

"Four days for the stitches," You said," And a week of light training - not on the pitch - because of my nose. Two weeks on the bench. If I get hit in the nose again before that, it might fully break it."

Stina nodded sympathetically as Lina appeared, an arm going over your shoulder and jostling you slightly.

"Looking good, kiddo. Bright really took a chunk out of you."

You groaned. "Don't remind me. I know that this is going to be all over Twitter by the end of the night."

Cloe snickered behind you, passing over her phone. "It's already done."

You groaned again, rolling your head into Stina's shoulder to hide.

Your embarrassment at Cloe reading out the tweets and reaction pictures was ended when the final whistle blew and you hurried away from the group to join some of the others on the pitch.

Kyra giggled at you when you joined her, Frida and Kathrine on the pitch. She poked your nose with a lazy grin. "You're gonna have panda eyes."

You rolled your eyes. "You try running into Millie Bright and coming out unscathed."

"Katie nearly beat her up," Frida said as she and Kathrine looped arms with you," It was kind of funny."

"Caitlin and Lina had to hold her back. She almost got carded," Kathrine continued.

"It's not a game if Katie doesn't get carded."

"Don't let her hear you say that," Caitlin appeared at of nowhere with Steph," She's lucky Bright thought she was more funny than anything."

"It was like watching a chihuahua square up to a pitbull," Steph reported," Wait. Give me a second. I think I can get it up."

"I'm good," You said," I don't need to see it. Not if it's going to show me going down. It's so embarrassing."

"It's already been sent on the chat," Kyra said with one of her silly grins," Bright looks really stricken when you go down though. The camera mainly focusses on her. Total meme potential."

"As long as it's not me."

●～●～●～●～

Escaping the roving eyes of your fellow Swedes was fairly easy when you ducked towards the fans, signing shirts and posters and laughing when people complimented your bandage.

"It's very fashionable," Noelle butted in with a crooked grin as she appeared at your side.

Your cheeks coloured, knowing she was teasing you. "Shut up," You muttered, shoving her lightly as you wiggled away.

Her fingers dug into your sides and you shrieked. She didn't let up and the fans were eating up your interaction. You turned around suddenly and shook her off, preparing to make a break for it but was blocked by Gio.

"Careful y/n/n," She said, sticking out her tongue at you," Don't bump into me or you'll actually break your nose this time."

"Hey!" You exclaimed," That was very traumatic for me! And you just bring it up casually?! For shame, Gio!"

You could feel Noelle closing in on you so you made another break for it, only for Manu to appear out of thin air. Her arms wrapped around your waist tightly and flung you back into Noelle's path.

You crashed into her not unlike when you crashed into Bright but with much more finesse. Noelle guided you down with her, taking a lot of care to make sure that she didn't slam your face into anything else.

From behind you, you could hear Manu, Sabrina and Naomi howl with laughter.

"Honestly," Lia said as she approached," You're all children. She could have been seriously hurt."

"She's already get panda eyes," Sabrina said," There's not much else we could have done."

"Except snap her nose this time," Naomi added and this time you joined in with the laughter.

"I'm fine, Lia, promise." You rose to your feet slowly and did a little twirl to prove your point before Lia pointed you back towards the locker room.

Alessia, Vic, Laia and Lotte were waiting for you.

"You look a lot better now," Vic said as you approached," There was a lot of blood."

"Millie is very sorry by the way," Less added as Laia rubbed your arms in an attempt to get you warm again," I think it really scared her. She's a softie really. She's sending you a gift basket."

"Ooh!" Laia exclaimed," I like marshmallows! Make sure there's marshmallows in it, Less!"

"Hey!" You nudged her in the ribs. "It's my gift basket not yours! I want chocolate. Please, tell her chocolate, Less!"

"I'll tell her," Lotte said," Seeing as Lessi will forget as soon as she goes home." She whipped at her phone. "You're still crashing with Stina, right? I'll text Millie your address too, so she knows where to send it."

You grinned triumphantly. "If it gets here within the week, I reckon I can convince Stina to let me eat some before my cheat day!"

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[samkerrworshipper]

the party | alexia putellas x reader

songfic based off of the song the party & the after party by the weeknd

warnings: cunnilingus, smut, minors dni 18+

With your Louis V. bag, tats on your arms

High heel shoes, make you six feet tall

Everybody wants you, you can have them all

It would be a crime to not look at her. Standing tall, her Louis Vuitton bag slung over her shoulder, her skimpy black dress that left nothing to the imagination, her tattoos that peaked over her shoulders and down her arms, her red backed Louboutin heels that made her look so irresistible and so fucking tall, accentuating her long legs and every single muscles and vein that ran along them. Your eyes were drawn to her from the other side of the room, completely pinned to the figure standing in front of you. She was insatiable, everybody in the room wanted her and yet her eyes were caught on your own, her long legs slowly making their way towards you and your seat at the bar.

In a club full of people, music and noise she silenced it all, made you feel like the both of you were the only people in the world, it was addictive, like a party drug. You almost choked on your sip of your martini as she approached you, and took a seat beside you on one of the barstools, ordering a drink from the bartender before addressing you.

“It’s rude to stare, tesoro.”

You blinked, your eyes darting to the glass in your hands.

“Lo siento.” I’m sorry

There was something about this woman that made you feel like you were on fire, and she was the only thing that could extinguish you.

“Don’t apologise, I don’t mind, what’s a girl like you doing in here anyways?”

The implication strung in her voice made you feel so shy, so small in a way you could never explain.

“Just looking for some fun I guess, how about you?”

You finally found the confidence to glance back up at her eyes, it was a rewarding sight, her deep hazel eyes locked onto your body, searching you up and down like you were a monet painting.

“Looking to have some fun on my night off.”

Her eyes were tantalising, dangerously dark and sinful, the hazel circling around her pupil into a tie dye mix of dark and light browns.

“How’s that going?”

It was a stupid question, but you felt like you were under a microscope, like a diamond under immense pressure and it was stressing you out, making you second guess everything. The mystery woman just seemed amused though.

“Could be going better, I’ve got a drink though, that’s one way to start it.”

She pulled her glass of what appeared to be whiskey on the rocks up, and you met her glass, clinking them together, a small smile gracing your lips.

“What’s your name sweetheart?”

The term of endearment sent shocks down your spine, little jolts of shivers that you didn’t even attempt to put a stop to.

“Y/n Y/l/n, how about you?”

Her eyes pierced your own from their position sitting just above your martini glass, peering over the rim at her figure, slowly taking in her figure that didn’t leave much of her body to your imagination, so much skin on show.

“Not important.”

Her voice was dismissive, and if you really cared you would push it, but you simply didn’t, so you just nodded your head.

“Y/n, that’s very pretty, suits the pretty face.”

You couldn’t help but blush a little bit at the flattery, lifting your martini glass to cover your mouth and the bright smile that you knew was spreading across your facial features.

“You’re a charmer, c’mon, give me a name to put to the face.”

She smirked at you, devilishly, like there was so much intention behind her eyes and mouth, intentions that you couldn’t even attempt to try and unearth.

“I think beautiful things should be appreciated, if you're really desperate you can call me Ale.”

You couldn’t help but feel the butterflies begin to crowd in your stomach, the heat rising up your neck and to your face at the outward compliments from your companion.

“You're very forward, most girls sitting at a bar would be a little bit intimidated.”

The woman’s eyes stayed pinned to your own, neither of you breaking the eye contact that made you feel so vulnerable and naked, like you were under a microscope in front of her.

“You’re not most girls though, are you?”

You bit your lip, her intentions were so clear and so blurred at the same time.

“You didn’t come and sit with me because I look like most girls.”

The woman snorted, setting her empty glass down on the bar.

“I’m going to the bathroom, the door with number 3 above it.”

Girl, I got your bag, I got it all

Hold your drink, baby, don't you fall

Be there in a minute, baby, just one call

You don't gotta ask me

Girl, pick up them shoes, I'll race your ass up all them stairs

She picked up her bag, her heels clicking under the floor beneath her as she strutted towards the stairs at the end of the bar, her hands reaching down to pull her frighteningly big heels so she could climb the stairs. You watched her ass and thighs move, it almost felt like she was putting a show on for you as she slowly progressed up the stairs.

You took a final swig from your glass, holding onto it and gripping down on the glass as you watched her finally ascend the stairs and out of your sight. You waited a minute or so, clutching onto your glass before setting it down and picking up your own belongings and making your way towards the stairs.

You didn’t take your time like the mystery woman, you climbed the staircase like it was a mountain you had to make it to the top of, completely relieved when you finally got to the top. It was a simple corridor in front of you, with numbered bathrooms, one to ten. You made your way down the hallway slowly, your eyes pinned to every door you passed until you made it to door number three. You felt like you were in a game show, or escape room, looking at the different doors and almost expecting something to pop out of one of them.

The surprise never came, so you reached for the door knob cautiously, testing the handle to see whether or not it was locked and quickly learning it was not. You took a deep breath, before twisting the door open and quickly shutting it behind you as you walked into the stall, making sure to lock the door behind you.

Before you even began to take in your surroundings the woman had pounced on you, her lips attaching to your own allowing you to taste the whiskey and spearmint on her tongue. It was a welcome flavour, overloading your taste buds which went into shock from the sudden contact and lust that was invading your system.

“Esta Bien?” Is this okay?

You nodded into her mouth, her tongue brushing against the roof of your mouth and pushing against the skin and tissue, exploring your mouth and lips with vigour.

“Si.” yes

The woman smirked into your mouth, continuing her bruising attack on your lips, but her hands falling to your hips and the exposed skin in between where your jeans separated from your cropped corset top. It was more like a bra, the only difference was the small chunk of material below the bra line. Her hands danced up and down your sides and you couldn’t help the little moan that left your lips as her hands brushed over the tops of your breasts and nipples.

“So desperate already, I could tell just how needy you were in that bar, desperate for some attention hm?”

You moaned openly into the woman’s mouth, your hips grinding upwards searching for some kind of contact or relief. The woman’s hand made its way to your waist though, pushing you back against the bathroom door.

“No, tomas lo que obtienes.” No, you take what you get

Her hand stayed pinned to your waist, her lips pressing against your own sinfully, moving rhythmically and nipping at your bottom lip as her teeth caught it in hers.

“Ale, please, need more.”

She was a woman that you knew absolutely nothing about, and normally that would make you uncomfortable, but for some reason it only spurred your sexual desire on, it was treacherous how horny your felt, your stomach and pussy clenching in tow as this woman’s lips moved down to your jawline, sucking on the skin.

“Is your pussy dripping for me, is it soaking through your panties?”

You nodded quickly against the older woman’s mouth, your head trapped by the grip that her lips and mouth had on your neck and chin.

You moaned openly when she dropped to her knees. Normally you’d be worried about the cleanliness of a club bathroom floor, but your whole brain was clouded with sex and that was enough for any kind of worry to leave you brain.

I understand, your body wants it

I know your thoughts, of you ‘bout it, ‘bout it

You’re a big girl, and it’s your world

And I’ma let you do it how you wanna

Girl, now ride wit it, ride wit it

I know you know, I know you wanna (ride) wit it

Don’t be shy wit it, I’ll supply wit it

I got you, girl, oh, I got it girl

You nodded at the woman when she looked up at you with an eyebrow cocked as her fingers looped into the belt of your jeans, silently asking for permission. When you nodded at her quickly she smirked, reaching for the clasp and unbelting it insanely quickly and letting it fall to the floor. Next her hands found the zipper of your jeans, tugging it down quickly and then popping the button before tugging the jeans down to join your belt. You stepped out of them and groaned a little bit as your eyes came into contact with the growing wet spot on the front of your panties, your arousal beginning to stick to the insides of your thighs.

“Oh bebita, is this all for me?”

You nodded your head once again, your head and back arching against the door as Ale’s fingers scooped underneath the elastic band of the thong you were wearing, snapping it twice against your hips, eliciting a positively filthy guttural moan that ranged from your core to your lips.

“God your so desperate, you going to ride my face, going to get off like a horny bitch in the heat and rut yourself against my face?”

It was pure filth falling from the older woman's lips as she tugged your panties down your thighs and onto the floor, her eyes latching onto your glistening lips that were directly in front of your face.

The feeling of her tongue darting out to meet your clit was ecstasy, pure pleasure as she dove into your folds, her tongue exploring the open sex right in front of her.

It was as her tongue found your open hole that you angled your hips directly above Ale, humping her face and beginning to grind your hips up and down her mouth and nose.

You half expected her to stop you, her dom persona seemingly controlling your every move, but she didn’t, so you continued to move your hips against her face, her tongue pushing in and out of your whole and your clit rubbing down hard and fast against her nose. The angle that it have you was magnificent and something that you’d never quite experienced. You pulled up for a second, out of fear that you were strangling the woman below you with your thighs, but you were quickly pulled down, your clit brushing down on the tip of her nose, it was fantastic and had you becoming a moaning mess and the coil in your stomach was so close to snapping, and then she refracted.

Her mouth moved from your lips and down to your thighs, sucking and biting down on the soft and milky skin, leaving bright purple marks as a reminder of exactly what she was doing to you. It was equally pleasurable, but not in the way you needed, not in the way you yearned.

“Ale, fuck, please, so close, please just fucking use my pussy, it’s all yours.”

She was so patient with your skin, gently sucking the marks in, your begging didn’t go unnoticed by her though, and once she finished her fourth love bite she nudged her tongue back to your opening, thrusting her flat pad in and out of your hole, generating completely sinful noises from your mouth. Your hands found Ale’s hair, fisting it in between your fingers and in your palms, tugging her up to meet your core and deepen her tongue’s thrusts.

You would have told her you were teetering on the edge, but you were too incoherent due to the amount of pleasure coursing through your body. It only took a few deep thrusts of her tongue and then a brush of your puffy clit against her nose for you to come undone, your whole body tightening and freezing against her warm mouth as you began to gush, your body grinding and your pussy gushing out and squirting all over her face as you spasmed on her lips.

Her hands pulled your thighs over her shoulders, stopping your legs from collapsing out from under you and leaving you to collapse on the floor. She guided you through your aftershocks with gentle kitten licks, sucking up any of the extra liquids that your pleasure cloud had produced.

Only when you’d come down from your high and you’d moved your legs off of her shoulders was when she moved off of her knees, revealing an absolutely soaked face, neck and top of her dress. You couldn’t help but snort a little bit at the appearance of her, a once composed and slightly terrifying woman now covered in your orgasm.

She stood up and before she could even try to say anything your lips were attached to her face, your tongue gently licking at your taste on her skin.

“That was fucking amazing.”

You moved your lips up to her nose and across her cheeks, lapping at any of the left over arousal on her delicate and clear skin.

“You didn’t tell me you were a squirter baby girl, look at my dress, all ruined in your slutty juices.”

You chuckled, a deep chuckle from your chest as you took in Ale, in all of her glory, completely fucked out and you hadn’t even touched her.

We can play all night

It just takes one night

To let me fuckin’ prove

This feelin’ I would give to you

“How about I make it up to you then?”

Your grin spread all the way up your cheeks, revealing your pearly whites to the woman.

“How about I take you back to mine and you can show me exactly how good you can be?”

Your head told you that it was a bad idea to go home with a woman that you’d only met a few minutes ago, but then the thought of going all nigh with this woman, who clearly knew what she was doing ran through your mind.

You began to take her in truly and it was then that something clicked in your brain, that you knew this woman, or you knew her face, and that was when all the puzzle pieces fell into place.

“Fuck me, your Alexia Putellas.”

The woman just smirked, her tongue dangling out between her teeth as she moved towards rhe sink, cleaning herself up a little bit but maintaining eye contact with you the whole time through the mirror.

“I will later, baby, don’t you worry, and it took you a little bit to figure that one out, now, my house? I promise I’ll give you everything you want, baby, all you have to do is ask.”

Ringtone on silent

And if she stops, then I might get violent

No call is worth stoppin’

So, momma, please, stop callin’

You reached down for you bag, and then your phone, recognising a string of texts from your roommate, worried about where you were and normally you would reply, but instead you turned your phone off, shoving it down into the bottom of your handbag and turning back to the Catalan woman, who was now standing directly in front of you, her arm stretched out as an offering.

If you had your wits about you, and not singularly sex on your mind you would have left her arm, left the renowned soccer player hanging, but then again, you definitely didn’t have your wits about you with your post orgasm brain.

So you took her arm, smiling brightly.

“Your house?”

Alexia smirked and nodded, leading you out of the bathroom and back downstairs and out of the club, a smile on both of your faces and the smell of sex radiating from both of you.

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[illusioninfnty]

day 16 ; toys

↠ nami x reader

fandom: one piece word count: 1.1k warnings: nsfw 18+, fem!reader, sub!reader, nipple clamps, vibrator, fingering

kinktober m.list || read on ao3

You never expected to join up with the Straw Hat Pirates, but after some thorough convincing from Luffy, you didn’t hesitate to accept his offer. It was all worth it though, because it led you to meeting your girlfriend, Nami.

Speaking of your girlfriend, you were eagerly awaiting her arrival back on the Going Merry, as she told you she was going to get you a surprise as a departure from the island you were on.

“And what are you doing over here?” Usopp approaches you from where you stand, looking for Nami by the village’s entrance.

You sigh, knowing what he was going to start doing. Usopp was always teasing you about how much you were head over heels for Nami.

“Yes?” You ask, unamused. 

A smirk crosses Usopp’s face. “Oh, nothing,” he starts in a singsong tone. “Just wondering what’s so important for you to be waiting over here so eagerly.” He mimics you in a high pitched voice. “Oh, no, wherever has my dear Nami gone? I can’t do anything without her!”

“Hey!” You smack his shoulder. “I do not sound like that.” 

“It’s exactly what I hear from you.” Zoro opens an eye, clearly only pretending to sleep to hear you get ragged on.

“Leave her alone you brute!” Sanji yells from behind the bar. “A lady should never be teased for her romantic affections!”

While Sanji was well-intended, his comment made you blush even more. Although the whole crew knew you and Nami were together, you were a naturally reserved person and having all of your personal business out there like that was quite embarrassing.

Zoro rolls his eyes and goes back to “sleeping.”

“Don’t worry! Nami will be back soon!” Your captain was oblivious as ever to the teasing of your crewmates.

You give him a small smile, ignoring the snickering from Usopp behind you. “Thanks, Luffy.”

You finally catch a glimpse of your girlfriend’s bright hair, and her satchel is clearly more stuffed than when she got off the ship. You weren’t going to question what methods she used to get them.

“Nami!” You run up to her and hug her, burying your face in her neck. She laughs and pulls you back into the ship. “I still can’t believe you wouldn’t let me come along with you.” You pouted as she just laughed and squeezed your cheek. “You left me alone with these bozos.”

You hear a faint hey! come from Usopp before Nami shuts the door to your room.

“Well, I had a surprise that I wanted to get for you.” Nami begins to remove her satchel. “Something I want us to try right now.”

She begins to remove the new items from her satchel. All of them are unfamiliar to you, varying in different shapes, sizes, and colors. You pick up a chain with what looks like two clothespins attached to each hand.

“This—” she moves her hand under your shirt, caressing your breasts. “Attaches to these.” Her fingertips ghost your nipples, now hard and pressing against the fabric of your top.

“Oh.” Your heart flutters widely in your chest. Nami and you have done some exploring in the past, but all of it has been simple and sweet, with no use from toys like the ones she had scattered across her bed.

Nami tugs at the bottom of your shirt, and you lift up your arms, allowing her to take it off you with ease. It causes your breasts to spill out and Nami throws your shirt aside to palm them as she lowers to kiss you.

You close your eyes and lean your body into the kiss, relishing in the softness of your girlfriend’s lips on yours. Suddenly cool metal meets your nipples. You jolt from the shock of the temperature change and the unexpected pressure put on them. When you look down, you see that Nami has attached each side of the clamps to your chest. You couldn’t really describe the feeling that they gave you

“That feels,” you start as Nami moves you to lay on the bed, “really good.” She places you on your back, crawling on top of you. You see her reach for something else, what looks like a long, thick wand.

She notices your curious stare. “It’s called a vibrator,” she answers your unspoken question. “I’m sure you can figure out what it does.” She clicks a button at the base and the object starts vibrating, a low buzzing sound coming from it.

Nami tugs on the clamps gently, causing you to arch your back into her and gasp. “I don’t like how I’m the only one without a shirt on,” you tease. She laughs and uses her free hand to tug off her tank top. She lowers herself to kiss you again, her breasts providing a warmth the clamps don’t give you.

Nami begins to trail kisses down your jaw, to your neck, and eventually your chest. She bites hard around your breasts, sure to leave hickeys behind. You moan from the pleasure, until she moves down to your nipples.

“Oh, fuck!” The harsher tug as she grabs onto them has your lower half throbbing even more, the heat and wetness becoming more noticeable.

Nami moves her hand down your shorts and underwear, playing with your wet folds. “You ready?”

You reply with an enthusiastic nod.

She pulls down your undergarments, leaving you fully nude. She takes the vibrator in her hand and places it right on your clit. The pleasure draws out a long string of whines from you.

Nami grins. “You like it?” She applies more pressure and you gasp from the action.

“Yes, yes, please,” you beg, bucking your hips closer to her. “Need it,” you moan. Your arms flail looking for stability. You manage to grasp onto Nami’s arm, the one currently not teasing you. “Nami!” You moan out. Your body writhes in need, a wanton moan leaving your lips.

“Aww.” Nami coos, but you can hear the smile in her voice. “Poor baby, can’t handle it?”

“S-shut up,” you manage to moan out. 

She laughs and begins to tease you with her fingers. The vibrations from the toy and Nami’s fingers curling in you, hitting spots that make you see stars, is more than you can stand. It doesn’t take you long to reach your end.

Nami brings her fingers, glistening with your release, up to mouth and licks them clean. As you pant heavily, feeling the aftereffects of your orgasm, she kisses your cheek.

“Did so well for me.” You can’t help the heat that rises to your face.

“But we're not done just yet.” Nami bares her teeth in a playful smile. “There’s still more toys we need to get through.”

You quiver in anticipation for what’s to come.

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[scoutswritingcorner]

heyy... i was wondering if i could request adam x fem reader where reader gets rlly drunk at a party with adam and when they get home shes like all over him begging him to fuck her and spilling all her dirty secrets about kinks and stuff she has (bondage, masochism, overstim, free use, degradation, etc.) because in reality theyd only fucked a few times since they started dating and she wasnt completely ready to tell him all her kinks and stuff but was planning to do it soon and just accidentally spilled it while she was drunk. shes like literally grinding on him on his lap on the couch and hes trying so so so hard to refrain himself because as much as he wants her, hes never seen her this way and doesnt want to be a complete dick and take advantage of her. she eventually starts crying then falls asleep on him then in the morning shes like "what fucking happened???" and he tells her and shes embarrassed and hes like "its oky bbg i still love u"

so yah thats it, id youre not comfy with this stuff no worries, no pressure. have a good day/night :))

Drunken Mess

Adam x GN!Reader

TW: Talks about nsfw, alcohol and partying

A/N: Hey hey friend! Sorry this took so long to write! I made it into a Gender Neutral Reader as that’s what I’m more comfortable with! Hope it’s not too much of a hassle! It is also a little short, I'm sorry friend!

He groaned and glared up at the ceiling as he held your hips to a stop so he wouldn’t get the wrong point across to your drunken brain. Lute was going to fucking kill him, he promised to keep his eyes on you. Yet here you were drunk out of your gourd, whispering stuff to him on the couch in your shared home “Babe- c’mon stop.”

You whined out gently kissing his cheek, “Adam..I gotsa tell you a secret..don’t tell anyone.” You whispered as you leaned closer to him, “I’m really really kinky..Like..sometimes when I’m talking to you and we are about to do the spicy tango-” you slurred out shaking your head before moving to get comfortable on his lap, “I want you to tie my hands behind my back and fuck me into the mattress but I chicken out.” You explained before moving to fall down onto the couch, laughing loudly. 

Your legs were draped over his lap as you kept spouting out on how he could’ve overstimulated you all night and you wouldn’t have minded, even going as far as giving him finger guns. He sighed and got up ignoring how you whined at him, he scooped you up into his arms and kissed your cheek. “Oh are we going to bed now?~” You teased leaning your head against his shoulder. He shook his head bringing you to your shared room, ignoring your sexual comments as he helped you get dressed in some pajamas. “Babe- stop kicking me-” He grumbled out finally getting your pants off, your shoes thrown near your closet as he grabbed the pair of shorts you always wore to bed.

“I have a boyfriend!” you yelled out trying to kick your feet at him but realized how he was now moving around to his side of the bed, patting his stomach with a huff as his wings stretched out. You stared at him for a long while before you were now laying your head on his chest, his hand rubbing your back slowly.

When you woke up in the morning, your head was still on his chest as he was checking his phone, your head was killing you. “Adam? Baby?” You called out, making him hum in reply, “I didn’t do anything stupid did I?”

Adam chuckled, “Oh I don’t know? Want me to tie you up and fuck you senseless? Damn I knew you loved my cock but not that much” He teased, causing your face to turn bright red as you hit his chest making him laugh even more before kissing your head. “I love you, babe.” He whispered against your head making you smile and leaned up to kiss him gently. “I love you too…but where is the hangover relief?”

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagine #gn reader #adam x gn!reader #hazbin adam #adam x reader #hazbin hotel adam

[xuchiya]

baker's secret ingerdient {k.yeosang}

cafe love m.list || k.hongjoong || p.seonghwa || j.yunho || k.yeosang || c.san || s.mingi || j.wooyoung || c.jongho

The rhythmic thwack of Yeosang's whisk against the metal bowl was a familiar soundtrack to his mornings at Cafe Love. Flour dusted his apron like a badge of honour, a testament to the countless pastries he'd brought to life within these walls. But lately, the melody of his baking had a discordant note – the growing number of disappointed sighs as customers learned his signature croissants were sold out yet again.

Seonghwa, the manager along with the food decor, were concerned about the head baker and the pressure. Seonghwa approached the flour covered man, “Yeo …”

“I don’t need help hyung …” Seonghwa feels bad that Yeosang can’t express his burden yet he understood from the dark circles underneath his eyes, the hunch of pressure on his shoulders. Seonghwa glanced at the lady at the corner, looking at them with a frosting on her cheeks. 

Seonghwa sighs, “I’ll look for a way.” 

Yeosang prided himself on his creations, each croissant a delicate masterpiece – flaky, golden, and bursting with buttery goodness. But the demand had become overwhelming, for days that turned into weeks that it became too much for him that he finally broke down with Seonghwa about his pressure and in need of help.

     He needed an assistant, someone who could share the burden and the joy of baking.

The double door of the kitchen chimed, announcing a new arrival. Yeosang glanced up, expecting Seonghwa with another piece of bad news. Instead, a young woman with eyes as bright as blueberries stood hesitantly by the counter. Her hair, the color of melted chocolate, was pulled back in a messy bun, a few strands escaping to frame her face.

  "Can I help you?" Yeosang asked, his voice cold despite the flour dusting his nose that makes him soft and warm.

The woman stammered, "I, uh, saw the sign about the baker assistant position. Your manager told me to head here since today will be a little more crowded than usual, and don’t worry, I love to bake!"

Intrigued, Yeosang wiped his hands on his apron, approaching the woman with left eyebrow raised,  "Love to bake, huh? Let's see what you've got then." He led her to another table, just across his, a haven of flour sacks and the intoxicating aroma of sugar and butter. Your eyes widened as you took it all in.

  "This place is amazing!" You exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious. Yeosang gave her a neutral look. "Tell me that, when you can handle 24 pieces of croissant, 20 pieces of brioche and 10 blueberry muffins."

You grinned, placing your shoulder bag down, rolling your sleeves up to your elbows; tying the complicated apron around you, "Challenge accepted."

The following hour was a flurry of activity. Flour flew, butter creamed, and the air filled with the comforting scent of baking. Yeosang watched intently as you handled the dough with surprising dexterity. Your movements were quick and confident, belying her initial nervousness yet there was something itching on Yeosang as he watched you knead the dough. 

“You’re hurting your wrist if you keep doing that.” Yeosang shakes his head, approaching the woman. You move to the side to watch him knead the dough easily before removing to the side again to recreate his actions but Yeosang sighs in disappointment making you look down; you were so confident about the things you've been doing and the moment you heard that made your confidence deflate but you have to keep up with the professionalism and continue kneading the dough.

You heard Yeosang sigh once again before you felt presence on your back and a soft grip on the back of your hands as it led you to kneading on his pace. You felt his breath fanning your nape, “This is how I do it so I wouldn’t hurt my wrist.” 

Your breath hitches in your throat as you watch, paralyzed, with the close proximity of your warmth against your head baker. Your heart wasn’t also helping with the situation.

“... understood?” Your eyes  widen, looking to your left; having an intense eye contact with Yeosang. Both of your hands halted, just resting each on top of each other. Yeosang had admitted the moment he was kneading the dough with you, your sweet perfume lingering in his nose and your face that was covered in flour.

You both pulled away, looking away from each other as the redness so evident on your faces. Yeosang cleared his throat, clearing the awkwardness, “Continue doing your job.”

They worked in comfortable silence, the only sounds the rhythmic kneading and the satisfied sighs escaping the oven as a new batch emerged. Finally, Yeosang pulled out a golden brown croissant, its layers impossibly thin and perfectly risen. He held it up for inspection.

You look closely at the croissant, “How is it?” You look at him– at the same time– Yeosang glance at you. Once again, you find yourself in your own world as his eyes trails on your eyes, down to your nose then to your cherry lips then back to your eyes.

You were doing no better as you took notice of his birthmark on his left eye, his lashes resting so perfectly that it made his eyes big and sparkly that you wouldn’t get tired looking at them.

“If you both are gonna kiss, please do it after the rush hour.” You and Yeosang pullaway to see Wooyoung leaning on the door with his arms crossed and playful smirk on his lips. Yeosang nodded, a hint of red on his cheeks, “Yes, of course.”

  The day ended with a success, your smile was brighter than the fresh pastry, turning to your head baker,  "We did it!"

Yeosang couldn't help but return the smile. He'd found his assistant, someone who not only shared his passion but also possessed a talent that rivaled his own.

The afternoon rush was a whirlwind. Customers who'd previously left disappointed walked away with bags filled with warm, flaky croissants, their faces beaming with satisfaction. The pressure lifted from Yeosang's shoulders, replaced by a newfound sense of camaraderie as he and you worked side-by-side, a well-oiled baking machine.

By the time the cafe closed, exhaustion mingled with a deep sense of accomplishment. Leaning against the counter, Yeosang looked at you, another set of flour dusting your cheeks like a baker's badge of honor.

"Welcome to Cafe Love," he said, a genuine smile gracing his lips. You grinned back. "Thanks for having me. This is going to be fun."

As they cleaned up, they talked about baking dreams and favorite pastries, their laughter echoing through the quiet cafe. You were wiping your table when you realised how this customer always comes back ordering his pastry with so much adoration.

You spun on your heel, “Uh Yeosang?” Yeosang was busy placing back his utensils but still managed to acknowledge you, “Yes?”

You twist the towel as a sign of nervousness, “Every baker in town has its secret ingredient … Do you happen to have one?” Yeosang pauses, silently placing the last utensil inside the drawer before closing it. He looks up, wiping the cloth on his fingers as he approaches you with big strides. 

Your breath hitch as you watch Yeosang lean on your ears, “It’s something you wouldn't believe even if I told you." He stops just short of your ear, his voice a low murmur sending shivers down your spine. You can feel the warmth of his breath tickle your neck."But maybe, I can show you sometime."

You were slightly confused until Wooyoung came barging into the kitchen with his enthusiastic smile, “Hey love birds! Seonghwa wants to have a drink for another successful week for us, so if you guys are finished come outside.” You nodded, placing the rag inside your apron, “Of course, thank you Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung winks at you, “Anything for you, darling and anything for this Cafe Love.” You did not question his last statement as you helped Yeosang on the cups before Wooyoung returned back inside again, just sticking his head, “Ahh .. you guys can kiss now.”

“Wooyoung!” Both you and Yeosang exclaimed, making Wooyoung cackle loudly before exiting the kitchen, “Oi~ Benvolio, take this chance man.” Yeosang chuckles at Wooyoung, hushing him.

“Benvolio? From Romeo and Juliet?” You question, Yeosang nodded, “He named me after Romeo’s cousin, for no reason.” 

You pouted, thinking about the tragic love story, “From what I remember, Benvolio is like someone who tried to mediate the conflict between the families, and he was also the reason Romeo and Juliet got together. He's the nicest character that I have observe, he deserves someone to be love, you know.” 

Yeosang looks at you, intrigued. He does not know much about the tale but it somehow matches what he did to Wooyoung and to his lover though, Yeosang helps Wooyoung to do the first move in talking; he and Wooyoung aren’t close as being blood related hence cousins.

But Yeosang didn’t mind much of it and continued doing his work. Yeosang knew then that Cafe Love wasn't just about the delicious treats; it was about the connections forged over shared passions and the joy of creation. And with you by his side, the symphony of baking at Cafe Love was about to get even more beautiful.

Yeosang glance at the old worn out book, it was closed but he knew inside those were the secret ingredients of creating a pastry full of love. It was a book given by Wooyoung’s significant other, Wooyoung’s long lost Juliet.

Yeosang had seen how his best friend fell in love and experienced love. So he made an oath that not every single soul will experience love not only through emotions but through food.

Yeosang smiles, looking over at you, his smile brightens and extends, “Benvolio is indeed a nice person to deserve himself a beautiful lover in this life.”

#ateez x reader #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez soft hours #ateez soft thoughts #ateez yeosang #kang yeosang x reader #kang yeosang scenarios #kang yeosang fluff #8 makes 1 team #kang yeosang fanfic #ateez atiny

[her-favorite]

Reader giving Kyle a bath like the scene with him and Misty. Except the reader eventually calms him down and comforts him. (that scene made me so broken hearted) 😭

YOU’RE SAFE

(Post-Death) Kyle Spencer x F!Reader

Summary: Reader giving Kyle a bath like the scene with him and Misty. Except the reader eventually calms him down and comforts him.

Warnings: just fluff! not proofread

a/n: this scene hurts my heart and im so excited to make it more happy 😭 also before i get any comments or anything about the stutters, i wouldnt add them if i didn’t have to but yk Kyle still has trouble speaking so i wanted to make sure you could see it

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You sat in bed, looking over different books to help you learn more history and spells. Your eyes scanned each and every word, taking in every syllable. Before you could dive any deeper, you heard the doorknob to your left squeak.

Your head moved towards the sound, watching it open slowly. You immediately knew who it was once you saw the bright blonde curls. A smile formed as you saw his fragile frame walk towards you.

“Hey, Kyle.” You try and start a conversation with him, curious as to why he needed you. Before you could move your books, he laid his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around your body. The pressure of his weight against yours overpowered you as you both fell back against the pillows. You chuckled, reaching up to comb your hand through his hair.

His curls were more knotty than usual. He winced every time your finger got caught on one. “Sweetheart, when was the last time you had a bath?” You questioned, leaning down to press your nose into his hair. He definitely needed washed.

His voice was muffled, but you managed to make out a slight, “I dunno.” You sighed, rubbing your hand over his hair again. You started to sit up, Kyle quickly protesting. His hold got tighter and his whines got louder.

“I know, Ky,” You try and soothe him, finally being able to sit up correctly. Kyle laid there, pouting up at you. “Come on, baby.” You gently grab his arms, trying to pull him up towards you. He groans, not cooperating at all. You sigh, your shoulders dropping. “Please, Ky.” You whisper, looking back and forth between his eyes. He frowned, but obliged, moving up to stand in front of you.

You take his hand and lead him over to the connected bathroom. Once you leave his hand, you walk over to the bathtub, switching the faucet on. You let the warm water fill up the empty space, your hand floating around the water to make sure it wasn’t too hot.

Kyle stood there, watching you. No matter what you did, Kyle was always entranced with you. He loved the way you moved, the you talked, anything. As long as he was near you, he felt safe. As long as he was near you, he didn’t care what happened. All he needed was you.

“Kyle, baby,” your voice broke him out of his trance, eyes blinking fast to regain his sight. “Wanna get in?” You stood up, shaking your hand to try and get the water off. He shook his head fast, wrapping his arms around himself. “What’s wrong?” Your eyebrows scrunch in concern, walking over to him.

“B.. bad.” He pointed at the white silicon tub, backing away from it slowly. You reach out for him, resting your hands on his arms gently.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you, okay? You’re always safe with me.” You reassure him, your eyes sad with worry. He takes a breath, but nods and starts to unbutton his shirt.. well, tried.

You reached out to help him, his hands falling to his sides, letting you do all the work for him. You laugh, helping him with the rest. His lips curve up in a smile when he hears you.

Once you were done and he stepped out of his jeans and boxers, he slowly walked towards the tub. He was hesitant, looking back and forth from the water to you. You communicated through your eyes, nodding towards him that it was okay. You even moved your hand out so he could hold onto it incase he fell or got scared.

As soon as he sat down in it and got settled in, he started to calm himself. His shoulders were less tense and he unclenched his tight jaw. But as soon as he saw you reach forward with a sponge and some soap, he backed away as much as he could in the water.

“No! N.. No!” He yelled, his sudden movements making the water splash around and hit the floor.

“Hey, hey,” you quickly set the things down and put your hands up so he could see you didn’t have anything. His hands were curled up against his chest, his fists tight together. “Kyle, angel, it’s okay. It’s just me, alright? Everything’s okay.” Your hands shake in fear and worry of your boyfriend being scared of you.

His eyes open slowly, looking you over to make sure you didn’t have anything. He let out a breath, his whole body shaking. Tears welled in both of your eyes, carefully letting your hands rest on the ends of the tub. He looked at them, then up at you. His eyes were filled with fright, but mixed with sorrow.

“I.. I’m sorry..” He looked down, his knees coming up to press against his chest. His hands covering his face, feeling so vulnerable crying in front of his lover.

“No, baby,” Your frown deepens as you see your boyfriend bash himself for something he can’t control. “Ky,” You hesitantly reach forward to put your hands on his wrists. He flinches at first, but quickly calming down when he knows it’s you and not someone else. “Sweetheart, I’m not going to hurt you. I could never hurt you.” Once he gave you sign it was okay, you extended your hand up to brush through his now damp curls.

“I know.. It’s.. I..” He huffs loudly, annoyed about how he can’t keep firm sentences without messing up or stuttering.

“Take your time.” You soothed, pressing a kiss against the crown of his head. His eyes closed in delight, his head subconsciously leaning towards you.

“I get.. s-scared.” He tried to explain, looking off i to the distance to try and collect the words he knows. “Last.. bath.. bad.” He shook his head, looking down at his knees as he swirled the water in the tub around with his hand.

You sighed, a tear spilling over its edge. You wiped it away fast before Kyle could see it. You pressed one more kiss to his forehead before leaning back and resting your hands back on the rim of the tub.

“Do you want to do it?” You asked, wondering how you were going to get him to bathe. He shook his head, though, tearing his eyes away from the water to make eye contact with you.

Those beautiful brown eyes. They showed hurt, they showed confusion, but the love in them was so overpowering, you thought that they might explode. You knew Kyle trusted you, more than anyone. But he still has his scary moments where he’s reminded about stuff that happened to him that he didn’t want. You were the only person to always be there for him, to care for him, to love him. No matter the time of day, no matter the situation, Kyle was right by yourself, following you like a lost puppy. (Not that you were ever mad about that).

“I want.. you.” He pointed his finger at you, accentuating his words. You smile, carefully picking up the soap again. You gave him a look that asked all of the questions in itself. He nodded, never looking away from your eyes.

You leaned forward, still hesitant, but running the soap down his arms and shoulders. You rubbed it in, feeling your boyfriend’s shoulders relax. He hummed at the feeling of you massaging his skin. He giggled when he felt you poke him, his arms curling around himself. You laughed with him, your happiness restored once you saw him smile again.

Once you’re finished washing his hair and cleaning the soap off his body, you drain the tub and grab a towel for him. Though he protests as he watches the water leave the tub. He looked up at you with a pout that almost made you fill up the tub again just so he can get what he wanted.

You smile at him, though, wrapping the white towel around his shoulders. You help him up and out of the tub, making sure he doesn’t slip and fall. He shivers at the cold air, leaning down and shoving his head into your neck. Goosebumps rise on your skin as you feel the water from his hair fall onto your skin.

You help him dry off, grabbing his warm pajamas that were on the rack. They had just been washed and dried so they were nice and warm for Kyle.

You helped him put them on, Kyle’s body still shaking. You knew he was exaggerating it a little because of the huge smile on his face. He just wanted to feel your touch. You always made him feel safe.

“You did so good, Ky.” You whisper as you cup his face on your hands. He basically whines at the praise, leaning down again to press his face into your neck. He wraps his arms tight around your body, resting most of his body weight against yours. You stumble slightly, your arms circling around his shoulders. You laugh, his little mumbles ticking your skin.

“Come on, baby, why don’t we lay down. We can head to bed.” You suggest. He hums into your neck, your mind knowing he was agreeing to your request.

You tried your best on walking backwards towards your bed with the blonde still using you as a pillow. Once you reach the end of the bed post, you stop. Kyle grumbles, but moves away. He quickly jumps on the bed and gets under the covers. His hands reach out for you, that adorable pout coming back on his face.

And how could you say no to that?

You laid down next to him, his head immediately resting on your chest. He nuzzled his face into your skin, his arms around your torso. You pressed kissed against his head, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

“I love you, Kyle. I would never hurt you, baby.” Your eyes start to feel heavy as time passes, all of his weight still heavy against your body.

“I.. love you m-more.. Y/N.”

#evan peters #evan peters smut #evan peters x y/n #kyle spencer coven #kyle spencer x y/n #kyle spencer #kyle spencer smut #evan peters x reader #evan peters fluff #evan peters imagine #evan peters x you #tate langdon #kyle spencer x reader #kit walker x you #ahs coven #tate langdon x you

[sleepyhutcherson]

sleepy?

mike, who usually shies away from physical touch in public is suddenly touch starved.

pairing: mike schmidt x gn!reader

word count: 0.8k

contains: established relationship, mike struggles with physical touch, fluff and nothing else really :)

a/n: i restarted this several times but finally got a version i liked. anyway, thank you for requesting ⭐️ anon!! i accidentally deleted your request so i hope you find this <3 also i’ve not seen “anyone but you” so there’s no mention of the movie at all, sorry but i hope you still enjoy it <3 im currently working on everyone’s requests, i have about like 3 mike requests and a billy one soo expect that soon :p

Mike wasn’t usually very affectionate, you didn’t mind that, you understood that it was harder for him than for you. He wasn’t completely drawn from touching you, though, but only when you two were alone, he never really felt comfortable being touchy out in public.

Leaving the theatre room he’s quick to pull you to his side, wrapping an arm around your waist and planting a chaste kiss on your cheek. You immediately tense up, surprised by the sudden touch, you giggle in response. “What?” He asks, a shy smile on his face now, his cheeks tinted pink slightly.

“Nothing,” you reply, a little flustered yourself, honestly. You both walk out of the cinema, Mike’s arm never leaving your waist. Once outside he stops you, positioning himself in front of you, both of his hands on your waist to keep you still.

“What were you giggling at in there, hm?” He asks, raising a brow, trying his best to keep himself from just leaning down and kissing you right there.

Sure Mike wasn’t comfortable enough showing much affection in front of crowds but it didn’t mean he didn’t desperately crave your touch, your lips, your skin every passing second he was around you. He always kept himself contained nevertheless but something about the way you continuously touched him while watching the movie made him absolutely weak. It was dark in the theatre room, barely any people inside, so he was more relaxed when he felt your fingers playing with the end of his curls, or the way traced his arm with your finger…it was too much for him, but of course he didn’t stop you—he loved it.

“It’s just you’re usually so…you know,” you reply, allowing your hands to rest behind his neck. He melts into your touch, you catch the way his body softens from the bit of tension he had from being this intimate outside. It was late out so there was really no one outside but it was still a lot for Mike, he never understood why it was so difficult for him to be affectionate around people but it is, and he feels incredibly lucky to have someone like you who doesn’t pressure him.

“I know,” he replies, sheepishly. His hands are still on your waist, he kneads at the soft skin there covered by the fabric of your shirt feeling a sudden comfort. “I just…” his words fail him, feeling too embarrassed to say anything now.

“It’s okay, Mike. I wasn’t teasing you or anything,” you tangle your fingers with a few of his curls knowing this always eased him. “I’m really glad you felt comfortable to kiss me inside. You did really well, I hope you know that.” You smile with such a proud look on your face that Mike nearly comes undone at your praise.

He turns a bright red and it earns him a laugh from you. “You’re so flustered!” You point out which just makes it worse. He smiles, tucking his face into the crook of your neck wanting nothing else but to hide right now. God, he was so easy to tease, you loved it and you knew he secretly loved it, too.

“You’re going to kill me, you know?” Mike says, you can feel his smile brushing against your skin, it sends shivers throughout your entire body. If anything he was going to kill you.

You run your hand through his hair the way you knew he liked it. You plant a kiss on top of his head before pulling him back to get a better look at him. Your hands are softly pressed against his cheeks, and you notice how hazy and sleepy his eyes look due to you playing with his hair.

“Sleepy?” You ask, staring into Mike’s eyes that look so soft, well, softer than usual. He nods, a small tired smile on his lips. “Let’s go home then and sleep.”

“Okay.” He agrees. He doesn’t let go of you immediately, tucking some of your hair behind your ear, his eyes never leaving you. You were so lovely to him. You were so great, so perfect, and he felt so fortunate to have you all to himself. Without another warning his hands travel up to your jaw, gently holding you for a moment before pulling you in for a small, innocent kiss. His lips are soft against yours in that brief moment, despite wanting more you feel rather pleased by the kiss. There’s a huge smile on his face when he pulls back, eyes still droopy with sleep, and before you know it he’s leaning back in this time for a more passionate kiss, it’s soft, short, and somehow still innocent like the first but it’s so ineffable.

He pulls back with a small laugh, brushing his thumb against the bottom of your lip. “Let’s go home.”

#mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson x reader #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt comfort #five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt smut #fnaf #mike schimdt x you #josh hutcherson fluff #mike schmidt angst #josh hutcherson #fnaf movie

[batllethinker]

Do you write for alexia? If so could you possibly do one where R is quiet and kinda nerdy but a secret top. Alexia is always flirting and touching R and trying to get a reaction from her and maybe one day R just goes to town on alexia and is very dominant.

Holy | A.P | 18+ mdni

Pairing: Alexia Putellas + afab reader

Summary: Alexia gets a pleasant surprise when you finally react to all her teasing

Warnings: top!reader, making out, riding, shy!R, resolved sexual tension, roommates, pervy!Alexia, daddy kink, frustrated sex

You had been living with Alexia for almost a year now and she had always been comfortable with you, to say the least. You noticed early on how much of a fan she was of physical touch, how much she loved touching you.

You didn't particularly mind, not in the beginning atleast but then her hands started brushing across your chest. She would slap your ass whenever the opportunity came and you would never protest, which gave her enough ammunition to keep going.

She almost spent more time in your room than her own. You never knew what she would do but you'd always find her in there, everything she did seemed innocent enough but then there were the times she would be suspiciously flustered, cheeks a bright red and sweat making her glow in a enticing way.

That paired with the tiny clothes she always wore around the house made it really hard to keep your stares under wraps. You were sure that she has noticed your staring on several times but she never did anything but give a teasing smirk.

You were not nearly as touchy as her, only really holding her hand when going out together or cuddling close to her during movie nights. She was soft and you liked the feeling of her strong arms holding you close.

It had come to a point where she would shamelessly grope you and you had actually found her with your panties in her hands.

That was your breaking point, really. Roughly gripping the hand on your chest, you pin her hand to her side as you pull her to straddle your thigh.

Her wide, surprised eyes meet yours. She clearly didn't expect you to resist after so long but that didn't stop you from pressing your thigh against her pussy, only barely able to hide your surprise at just how wet she was.

"Lex, how long did you really think you could get away with this?" Blushing a bright red, she tried her best to avoid your eyes despite the consistent grind of her hips against you.

"I, uh, I didn't" raising an eyebrow you grip her hips in a way that forces her hips to still, dragging a needy whine from her.

"You didn't what? Didn't expect me to have enough? To get painfully turned on whenever you touch me like this" you drag one hand up to grope at her breast while the other rested on her ass, giving a squeeze as you pulled her closer to your frame.

You let her feel the strap under your sweats as she gasped, only nodding in silent agreement as her eyes glazed over in a way you hadn't seen before.

You could only laugh as her hips started grinding against the bulge in your pants, having enough heart to not stop her. You found her whole display to be pathetic though.

She whined when the pressure became too little, shaky hands reached down to untie your sweats, just enough for her to pull your strap out.

You watched as her eyes widened and her breath faltered before she hurried to get her tiny gym shorts off. You did nothing but stare as she guided herself onto you, head falling forward as she sunk down on you.

Gripping her hips you forcefully guide her to bounce on your cock, loving the sound of her breathy moans and feeling just how wet she was as her wetness dripped onto your thighs.

"Ah, daddy, please !" Tilting your head up in her direction, you took note off how she didn't even react to her own slip, completely lost in the pleasure.

Deciding to not ruin her pleasure, you guide her ass to bounce onto you while you dragged your teeth along her neck, biting down enough to leave a pretty mark.

"Come on, Ale, do you want to cum all over daddys cock?" She nodded eagerly, gasping loudly into your neck as you forced her down harder.

Wrapping your hand in your hair, you pull her away from your neck. Crashing your lips onto hers, you swallow her needy moans as she kisses you back with a fervent desperation.

Your grip on her tightens as she tenses in your hold, breath hitching as her orgasm washes over her, thighs shaking against yours as she convulsed in your arms.

The brunette let out a sigh into your neck as you rubbed comforting circles on her back, gently guiding her down from her high as she pressed kisses onto your neck.

"Were you expecting that?" She let out a breathy chuckle before leaning back to meet your eyes. Taking a look at her, you smiled at her ruined makeup before gently rubbing it away with the pad of your thumb.

"No, but I couldn't wish for anything more" giving you a shy smile, cheeks reddening as her eyes avoided yours the best she could.

"Oh come on, Lex, don't go shy on me now" you gripped her chin to force her eyes on you, as her cheeks only reddened further, a flustered mess.

Deciding you had teased her enough, you drop your hand and let her burrow into you once again.

"Come on, do you want some food?" She only gave a happy wiggle in response, her smile wide against your neck.

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[blitzyn]

are you sure?

diluc x virgin!m!reader

request : none

Synopsis: You decide to lose your virginity to Diluc one fateful morning.

notes -> i love him with my whole heart omg. i felt like writing something softer and more ??passionate?? compared to my other works because its what he deserves <3

wc -> 2.2k

cw -> softdom diluc, shy/nervous virgin reader, anal fingering, anal sex, praise, conveniently placed lube lol, nicknames (love, handsome), not proofread

happy new year!

You gently stirred in your sleep, eyebrows momentarily furrowing before relaxing as you began to wake up. You felt a soft pressure on your hip, opening your eyes only to be met with your lovers' own. The corners of his lips raised in a smile reserved just for you, expression relaxed and full of adoration.

"Good morning, handsome," he softly spoke, voice not yet accustomed to the early morning. He absentmindedly drew shapes on your covered skin, occasionally tapping his finger in a rhythm foreign to you.

"Morning," you hummed. Similar to him, your fingers skimmed over his back, tracing one of the various scars on his skin. The two of you steeped in each other's presence, savoring the warmth and comfort.

Diluc was the one to pull you out of the silence, kissing your forehead lovingly. You smiled, although sleep continued to weigh your chest down. He shifted his position to begin peppering kisses on your face, gently chuckling alongside you. There was not one part of you that he wished you could change, and he made sure you knew that.

His lips pressed against your forehead, eyelids, the tip of your nose, cheeks, and, finally, your own. Your chest surged with an emotion you couldn't explain, an emotion that far surpassed that of happiness. It felt as if the two of you were back in the beginning of your relationship — young lovers full of affection just waiting to be shared.

Diluc swears that he could kiss you a thousand times — no, a million — and the spark he feels would never be lost.

Gathering a bit of energy, he moved himself to lean on top of you, only briefly separating before he connects the two of you once more. He deepens the kiss, pressing himself just a bit harder against you. He gently sucks at your bottom lip and slips his tongue in your mouth when you release a quiet moan.

You wrap your arms around his neck as he swirls and presses his tongue against yours. You entangled the thick strands of his hair in-between your fingers, combing through it. You felt him shift his body closer to yours, but he abruptly paused when something firm brushed against you. You both looked down at his pants in unison, noticing the tent at the crotch.

Diluc's face burned a bright red. "I-I'm sorry." He leaned back, beginning to shuffle out of the bed. "Let me take care of this..."

A flower of nervousness bloomed in your chest as you watched him walk towards the door. You forcibly swallowed the lump in your throat before you called out to him, raising yourself to sit.

"Wait, 'Luc," he looked at you in question. "We can, um, do... it."

His eyebrows raised in surprise. "Er—we don't have to go all the way. I can just, y'know, help you... If you want..."

You had a strong urge to take your words back when he didn't respond as fast as you would've liked.

He must have sensed your rapidly growing discomfort as he turned to face you again. "Are you — are you sure?"

You nodded. "Yeah... I think so."

He returned back to your side, hands beginning to glide over your body with care. He adjusted you so you laid back down on the plush mattress, hair falling over his shoulder in a thick, red curtain. A hand propped himself up while the other held your face, eyes gazing into one another with unwavering desire.

He kissed you again, resuming the fervor as from before. He was ecstatic. Truthfully. He knew that sex was a topic too uncomfortable for you to handle, so to finally trust him enough with such vulnerability had his heart soaring.

His hands roamed down your sides, caressing every inch he could touch. He found it tougher than he thought to remove himself from you to smother your neck and jaw in kisses. Your breath hitched as he began to gently palm you through your clothes while gently sucking on your skin, though he pulled away before the bruise had a chance to get too big or dark.

"Can I?" he questioned, fingers underneath the waistband of your pants. You gave him a meek nod in response, gaining a comforting smile that did much to ease your worries. You helped him take them off with a raise of your hips, briefly wincing as the cool air of the room met your semi-hard dick.

With a slight grimace, he spat on his hand to begin leisurely stroking you until you were fully hard. You intently watched him as he — regrettably — took his hand away from your throbbing cock to reach over and grab a bottle of lube from the nightstand.

He poured some onto his hand to spread on his fingers, waiting a moment or two to let the fluid warm up a bit. With his other hand, he raised one of your thighs to provide him better access. His thumb rubbed your skin when he felt you tense.

You swallowed nervously when he began pushing a finger inside you. It was a foreign sensation that slowly diminished the longer he pumped his finger in and out of you. He gave you a few more moments before adding in a second one. You slightly winced at the unexpected burn it made.

You covered the bottom half of your face in embarrassment and looked away. You couldn't hold back a moan when his fingers curled and brushed against a spot inside you. To say you were caught by surprise was an understatement; you had never felt a sensation quite as that one before. In your words, it felt a little strange, and a bit more intense than masturbating. In a good or a bad way, you weren't entirely sure.

The pool of arousal in your stomach intensified when he began to move his fingers in a scissoring motion, the burn traveling throughout your body that ended in your fingertips. Your skin felt almost unbearably hot as sweat rolled down your temple, prompting you to start squirming.

Diluc looked up at you. "I'm almost done, love. You're doing so good for me."

Your stomach churned pleasantly at his words, chest feeling lighter than before. Your cock throbbed rhythmically and leaked precum as he pulled his fingers out of you with a wet squelch.

You could see his dick strain against the fabric of his pants as he sat up on his knees to finally take it out. He sighed, pleased that the uncomfortable sensation was gone. He reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube to pour a generous amount onto his hand to smear over his cock.

It felt like your throat was closing up when he lined the tip against your hole.

"Are you ready?" he softly asked, noticing your bubbling nervousness.

"Y-yeah. Go ahead," you stammered, voice weaker than intended. It was a lot scarier than you anticipated, but you tried your best to overcome your fear with the assurance that Diluc would never do anything to hurt you. That the only reason you two were doing this in the first place was because you trusted each other wholeheartedly.

With a nod, he began pushing his cock inside you. It was bigger than his fingers and inflicted a burning sensation which made you tense up again. He let out a heavy breath through his nose and paused, seemingly unable to move any further.

"You need to relax," he said, though his voice didn't carry any urgency.

"Sorry, " you apologized, trying to use your breathing to help you calm down.

"It's okay, love," he leaned over you to pepper the skin of your neck in kisses. "Don't be sorry."

How you managed to find such an understanding man was, quite frankly, beyond you. You couldn't help but feel bad with the way he had to wait for so long, just to wait even longer. But your worries were soon washed away as he muttered praises against you, the aching pit of doubt quickly filled with the warm and welcome feeling of adoration.

"You're absolutely beautiful, [Name]. I'm so lucky to have you," his voice vibrated against your skin. "I love you more than you could ever comprehend."

You felt your muscles relaxing the longer you stayed in that position, loosening up just enough for him to push in all the way. You both let out a content sigh, relishing in the feeling of being closer together than you ever have been before.

You swallowed hard as you felt him throb inside you, your fingers tightly holding onto the bed sheets. It took you a moment or two to finally adjust to him.

"You can... um... move," your voice was weak and you had the faint urge to curl up into yourself. But as he started to thrust after your approval, you quickly realized this wasn't as bad as you initially thought. You let out low moans at his steady pace.

"You feel amazing," he groaned beside your ear, hands running up your sides. They smoothed over your arms to hold your hands, interlacing your fingers together, and pressed you into the mattress. "You're the only one that will ever make me feel this way."

"Fuck," you swore. "Faster..."

He wordlessly complied, your moans growing louder as his thrusts sped up. The bed began to lightly creak in response, the head board occasionally striking the wall from all the movement. It mixed in with your noises to create a symphony he knew he would never get tired of.

You tried to pull your arms from his hold, gaining your release when he let you go. He propped himself up on his forearms when you placed your hands over his cheeks to bring him close to you. Your lips pressed together once again in a heated kiss, moans and grunts mixing in unison. Your lips melded against one another with practiced ease.

A fire raged in your core that intensified every passing moment. You two separated for air with heavy pants, your hands shifting from his face, to his neck, then to his back. You dug your nails into his skin when he angled his hips so his cock brushed up at the spot from before.

He groaned as you tightened around him and carved stinging lines into his flesh with your nails. You tossed your head back in ecstasy - no amount of books could have prepared you for the onslaught of pleasure granted to you by the simple action.

Electricity shot up and down your spine, your moans growing louder and louder the closer you got to the edge of climax.

"Fuck, Diluc," you moaned. "I'm gonna c-cum..."

You could feel him throb at your words. "Go on, then. Cum for me, love."

You could feel the wave of euphoria build higher and higher until it washed over you in strong surges. Your back arched as your semen gushed over your stomach.

"S-Shit," he lowly grunted, his pace beginning to falter. "Where should I...?"

"Inside...! Do it inside!"

With a strained nod, he gave a few final thrusts before stilling completely, hips lightly jutting forward with every rope of cum that spurted out of his cock. The two of you lay in exhausted silence, basking in the warm afterglow.

"You did amazing, [Name]," he smiled at you, lifting himself up so his body weight rested on his knees.

"Thanks... you did too," you gave one back before it shifted into worry. "And I'm sorry about your back. I didn't mean to.."

"Don't worry about it," he shook his head. "I'll be fine."

"If you say so," you knew he wasn't a weak person, so you almost instantly relaxed as soon as he reassured you.

"I'm going to go draw a bath for us, okay?" he pulled out. A shiver ran through your body as an uncomfortable feeling of emptiness settled where he used to be.

You nodded. "But what about breakfast? Wouldn't we be late?"

"No, they'll knock when they're done," he said from his bathroom. The sound of running water filled the room. "Besides, I don't think you want to eat covered in sweat, do you?"

You huffed. "You're right."

A few more moments ensued before the water was turned off.

"You can come in now."

As per his instructions, you walked in the bathroom where you found him sitting on the edge of the tub. He perked up at the sight of you - albeit subtly - and stood up to let you in first.

You entered the warm water with a content sigh, scooting forward so he would have enough room behind you. You rinsed your hair as he got in, your body gently swaying with the ripples he made.

You let him settle down before you laid your back against his chest, taking a deep inhale before heaving an exaggerated sigh.

"I. Am. Tired," you groaned.

He softly chuckled. "Oh, but it's still morning. We have to get ready for the day."

"Good thing we both have today off," you rolled your eyes. "As soon as I'm done eating, I'm going back to bed and you're coming with me."

He gave you an amused shake of his head. "Of course."

cross-posted on ao3

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[inumaaaki]

"will you spend your life with me?"

TIGHNARI CONFESSING HIS FEELINGS TO YOU.

synopsis: of how tighnari avoids you once he realises he has feelings for you. because fennec foxes mate for life, what guarantee does he have that you would want that from him?

you were standing at the edge of ghandharva ville, explaining to a merchant the safest routes he should take, when you felt eyes on you.

you knew exactly who it was. so, you continue on explaining, ignoring the burning holes you felt at the back of your head. you turn your attention back towards the merchant, finally ending your explanation and biding him safe travels.

you sigh once he turns around and leaves, glad to be over with your planned daily tasks. as soon as you have that thought, however, an all-too familiar voice calls out your name.

"yes, master tighnari?"

your voice drips of venom, and with your eyes looking anywhere but at him, you fail to notice how he winces at your bitter reply, how his ears slowly droop and tail stop all movement (he couldn't control it from swishing once he approaches you, he hadn't spoken a word to you in over a week).

you cross your arms over your chest and look away. truly, you weren't trying to be mean, but how can you look at him? when he made you feel things, you'd never even imagined possible. when he had you wrapped around his finger, only to suddenly decide he doesn't want your company anymore?

or that's the theory you had come up with, anyways. you knew you had feelings for tighnari within weeks of meeting him, and you thought you two were only growing closer, forming a nice friendship. until all of a sudden, you didn't get to see him anymore. he was suddenly so busy, unable to meet you. all your patrols together had been altered, and it had gotten to a point where an entire week had passed without you getting as much as a whiff from this green-eyed man you adored so much.

another theory would be that you were simply irrelevant to him, and he was actually having extra workload and didn't even notice the sudden change.

but you should know better than to assume anything got past his keen eyes and ears.

tighnari clears his throat, and your grip on your arm tightens.

"a withering spot report has come in, you and i are going to deal with it." he simply says.

your grip tightens even more, feeling the sting of your nails digging into your skin. but it was all you could do to fight the bail forming at the back of your throat, the tears you can almost feel starting to gather in your eyes.

so this was it huh? acting like nothing has occurred. why would he act otherwise? you think bitterly, you're the only one with these stupid feelings.

you nod. "okey, i'll get my stuff." you mumble as you walk past him to your hut to grab your weapon.

you don't want to keep him waiting. even if your existence meant little to him, at the very least you didn't want him to think of you as incompetent.

you're quickly back at his side, and he begins to lead the way.

the treck is quiet. to him, perhaps, it was a normal silence. to you? you felt the pressure clogging your eyes, your breathing. this too much to you, to have him this close, yet so far away.

you refused to even look at him, even going as far as letting your hair fall over your face.

all too soon, though, he stops. "we're here." he says with a heavy tone.

you look up. you're both atop of a hill, looking down at the expense of sumeru forest. it's a beautiful sight, the wind gently carresing your neck, swaying your hair.

but as you turn around, scanning the horizon, you see no withering in sight.

"huh?" you let out in confusion, making the mistake of looking at him.

you fall silent.

he had already been looking at you. a heavy look on his face. his lips were drawn in sadness, his usual bright forest-green eyes focused in on you, the same way you saw him look when he was looking over a particular tough plant he was studying.

you swallow the lump in your throat, realizing how close he actually was, and realizing also, that seconds were passing, and he wasn't looking away.

"tighnari, what’s wrong?" you mumble, so low you barely even heard yourself. but you knew he heard you, what with the subtle flick of his ears at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue.

suddenly, he takes a step closer.

startling at his sudden movement, you squeal, backing away. what you forgot, however, was that you were standing at the very edge of a very steep cliff.

his hand reaches out and clasps around your wrist, a stern "careful!" escaping his lips. he pulls you roughly towards him away from the fall, and you find your face pressed securely into his chest.

you feel the heat creeping to your face, your breathing picking up. especially when you realise he wasn't making any moves to step away.

shyly, you pull away first.

"you need to watch where you're going," he says before you have the chance to speak. "seriously, (y/n), at this point, you'll end up dying a terrible death."

he was seriously reprimending you, huh? that was the most tighnari thing he could do. you sigh, ready to walk away, before he grabs both your hands with his.

bringing them up to his chest, he finally relaxes his face and smiles at you.

your breath catches in the back of your throat. you realise his smile is shy. his cheeks are tinted pink, and he was bouncing where he stood.

he seemed nervous.

"and i wouldn't want that," he continues. "because i care about you, so much."

you feel butterflies in your chest at his words, finding it hard to believe that he would say something like this, after weeks of indifference.

and because you suddenly remember exactly the effect his indifference had on you, you free yourself from his grasp, pushing yourself away from him. carefully, this time.

you don't miss the hurt that flashed on his face this time.

"you're being really mean, do you know that?" you want the words to sound confident, but they were barely a shaky whisper. your words flew freely with the soft breeze, confusing the fox boy before you.

"I-"

"no."

"no?"

you sigh. "what do you want from me, tighnari?" you finally ask. "there's no withering zone here, so why—?"

the answer you're seeking comes to you in the sound of rustling from behind tighnari.

"keep quiet," tighnari whispers, not unkindly. he turns and gently grabs your hand, leading you both to crouch down behind a large boulder.

you wanted to ask him what was going on, but it took only one look at him to keep quiet just like he had told you.

he was looking over the boulder at something, but it was the expression his face, the manner in which he was still holding your hand. there was a soft, warm smile on his face, as his fingers began to caress your own.

he looks at you with that peaceful expression and tilts his head towards the direction he was previously looking at.

confused, you follow his lead, craning yourself over the boulder.

you notice them immediately. tiny, playful, and impossibly cute. there were four of them.

four fennec foxes had climbed up the hill. the two cubs were rolling around, clearly playing together. their parents were not far away, cuddling together as they watched over their cubs.

you couldn't help the soft smile that pulled at your lips.

"relatives of yours?" you ask, offering the boy beside you a cheeky smile.

tighnari nudges your shoulder playfully. his eyes never leaves the happy family.

"they must have have wondered off from the desert," he whispers, voice low as to not alert the peaceful family. "i came across them three days ago."

suddenly, he squeezes your hand. but he continues to look ahead. "and it pains me say, but it took me to see them like this to realise that i can't stay away from you any longer."

your heart beats painfully against your chest, your face contorting into a mix of pain, hope, and something else you did not want to name just yet.

"(y/n)". he finally looks at you. his eyes were soft, the sad smile on his lips conveying his feelings perfectly. "i have made my choice to love you," he says. "there is nothing in this world i would want, if i don't have you by my side."

his whispers were so low, but filled with truth. you couldn't help but lean in, and he took you your positive reaction as a sign to continue.

he grabs your hands again, leaning in himself until his cheek rubs against yours. you let out a small laugh at the affectionate act. you'd just seen the cuddling fennec foxes doing exactly the same thing.

"and i am sorry it took me so long to tell you," he continues. "i want you, (y/n), all of you."

you open your eyes, tenderly meeting his soft gaze, "why then?" you're voice is lower than a whisper, but his keen ears hear you clearly. "why did you avoid me?"

his ears droop, fingers fiddling nervously with yours. "i want you for life, fennec couples get together once in a lifetime," he starts. "i didn't want to force you into making a decision like that."

your smile widens, as you nuzzle his nose affectionately. for a moment, until you laugh softly again. "force me?" you reply, "my dear tighnari, have you not heard of marriage?"

so this was why, you think happily. he wasn't indifferent to you, he loved you. he had chosen you to be his, the same way you had already chosen him. his place was fully reserved in your heart, and you knew nothing in the world would ever change that.

despite your playful jabs, your face falls into seriousness. "i would spend my lifetime with you," you say.

his breath catches in the back of his throat, and he holds you dearly, tightening his hold on your hands. as if you had eased all his worries, told him the exact thing he had dreamed of.

countless nights he had spent tossing and turning, thinking of you. of what he should do. he knew his instincts, if he should take on a mate one day, it would be for life. it was a responsibility he had shouldered all his life, one he didn't want to impose on you.

not when you were this lively, this young.

but one look in your eyes and all his fears were thrown out of the window.

in return he offers you the most beautiful smile you'd ever seen. letting go of your hands, he quickly cradles your face. "my dear (y/n)," he says through his smile, "what have i ever done to deserve you?"

he speaks before closing the distance. pressing his lips against yours. he sighs in contentment at the feeling, and you feel yourself flushing.

you kiss him back, without a second thought, butterflies dancing wildly in your stomach. your hands reach to wrap around his neck as he pulls you closer, travelling to gently massage his ears.

and when you hear it, you laugh, pulling away.

"what?" he pouts, chasing after your lips, but you only laugh more as you deny him.

"you're purring," you admit.

pink tints his cheeks, a defeated, shy smile briefly sent your way before you kiss him, enjoying his happy purrs. you'd never felt happier too.

and unbeknowst to both of you, as you continue kissing under the blue sky, the pack of foxes stops whatever they were doing and gaze at you, tilting their heads at tighnari, and not considering you a danger at all. after all, how can they? when even small animals just as them can feel the pure love and affection travelling through the gentle breeze.

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[justjams2003]

Fast Pace- 4

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic.Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, tell me if I missed any

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @s-silk

Taglist: @httpjeonlicious, @f1lov3r, @messersandmesses, @hollie911, @oriconde08 @thehufflepuffavenger1 @fanboyluvr @thatgirlmj @whyamireadingthis @oriconde08 @depressedriches @

Word count: 2,4k

Masterlist

Part 3~Part 5

The sun is shining, and the sky is as blue as can be. There isn’t a single cloud surrounding the private jet and can’t help but take a quick photo. Carlos had already opened the door and his hand is already wrapped in yours. And as you walk up the steps of the jet, you can feel your heartbeat rise. Carlos had told you you’d be meeting his teammate and now you’re worrying if you can sell this long-term girlfriend thing.  

“You’ll be okay, hermosa.” He whispers, only for you to hear and then gives your hand a slight squeeze. You’ll be alright, won’t you? The plane is already full of people. You can only assume it’s assistants, PR managers and flight attendants. They all great Carlos with utter respect and look at you mostly confused, but, likely in fear of their jobs, they too great you.  

You can see Carlos’ teammate, his back is turned to you. That is until the person he’s talking to points to you. Charles turns his and shows a bright smile. He immediately stands up, makes his way to you and embraces Carlos in a huge hug. “Carlos, is this the girl you’ve been talking so much about?” A blush creeps across your face at his words, not only that but a smirk too.  

You can see your new sugar daddy’s cheeks get coated in the same pink hue. “Ah, Charles, don’t expose me like that.” He replies, pushing you slightly forward, ever so scarcely showing you off. “I will. She must know, she must know.” After that, the driver turns his attention to you. “You must be Y/N. I’m Charles, but I’m sure you know. I hope Carlos talks about me as much as he talks about you.”  

You give a slight giggle, “No, not really. Only when we were driving here.” Charles gasps, pretending to be offended. “No, I understand. I also wouldn’t talk about me if you were around.” Carlos shoots him a glare and Charles raises his hands. “Someone’s already protective.” He jokes, jabbing Carlos in the side with his elbow. You laugh, slightly caressing Carlos’ arm. Maybe to calm him down? You’re not entirely sure.  

Then someone calls Charles again and he lets you two be. You can’t but wonder as he walks away, how could Carlos have said so much already? According to you, you’ve only known each other for a week. Is Carlos already so enamoured with you? Is it like you are with him? You and your girls talked for at least a few hours in total about him. A slight glimmer of hope sparks in your heart.  

Carlos guides you over to one of the seats by the window. The seats are made of a beautiful brown leather and the cushion is plush. But still, you only now realise after the thrill of being Carlos, that you’ve never flown before. Then movies such as ‘Final Destination’ and ‘Castaway’ flash through your mind. Your heartrate rises again, and you bite down on your lip.  

And then you hear the engine starting, you can see the plane moving down the runway. You can hear people clasping their seatbelts and the pilot talking. But nothing is realising in your mind. What if something happens? Your head is pushed back against the force of the plane starting. Your knuckles are white against the plane seats. Your eyes are glued to the seat as you watch the ground become further and further away. 

It doesn’t take long for the plane to stabilise, clearly expert pilots, but even still your ears are completely blocked out. Maybe Carlos could see the way that your mind feels fuzzy, he takes your hand in his, brings it up and places a small kiss. His slight stubble tickles your hand, pulling you from your daze. “Are you alright, hermosa?” He asks, taking your chin slightly to look up at you into his chocolate brown eyes. You nod, hoping he doesn’t notice that you can hardly hear him.  

“Yes, it’s just I- I've never flown before.” You blush, not wanting him to know truly just how little of the world you’ve seen. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks, his dark brown brows pulled tight in concern. He looks so cute and that fact that you think that makes you want to chuckle. So many praises him, worship the ground he walks on for his mysterious and dark nature. But here he is, worrying about your plane ride. You just shrug as a reply.  

He tsks, “Siempre tan terca.” He mutters and then calls over one of the attendants. Soon after he twists open the cap of a water bottle. He hands you the water, and as you swallow you can hear the pop and then you hear the laughter of the people on board. “Better?” He asks, wiping the drops from your lips. How much can this man make you blush? 

You nod, not trusting your own tongue. “Good.” Then someone who has the same dark hair and eyes as your Carlos appears next to him. They smile and hug each other before he sits across them. “Hello, Y/N, I’m Caco,” his smile is kind, but he seems to be older and wiser than Carlos. “Oh, it’s nice to meet you,” you smile shaking his hand, entirely unsure of what else to say. 

What does he think of you? Does he see you as some gold digger trying to get a grab at his cousin’s lifestyle? He’s the only one that knows, does he agree with Carlos’ choices. He doesn’t seem to hold any tension in his eyes. Or maybe, was it his idea? Do you have him to thank for your water and lights? “No need to be so formal. Carlos tells me you’re perfect, and what he says goes.” He chuckles, and Carlos mutters to him in Spanish.  

“Now, Y/N, as you know, Caco’s knows. So, we’ve got to discuss the conditions of the agreement.” He explains, watching your every reaction, clearly, he’s signed so many contracts before and knows the procedures. You had expected this, he told you to think about this. But really, there was only so little you could think of. You nod, allowing him to continue. “You go first.” You tell him, not really sure of what you’re about to ask.  

He’s just slightly taken back by this. He leans back in his chair, the way he spreads his legs causes filthy thoughts in his mind. “Alright,” he then reaches into your back pocket and pulls out the box of cigarettes that you always keep close by. “No more smoking. You’re quitting. Now.” He doesn’t allow a single thought of defiance. He continues without a step as if he’s asking you to drink more water.  

Which he does. “You will eat three healthy meals a day and exercise when I do.” He can see the word rebellion on your tongue but with the singular raise of his brow, and a dark stormy look you don’t say a word. “You will join me with at least 7 of the last races left this season. And lastly, the most important one, you will accept any gift I give you, without question. If you want something, you will ask without hesitation.” 

Will you be able to cope? With the expectations, the travel, appearances? All of that without the relief of your cigs? But really, why had you become so depended on them? Without the stress of a job, or money, what else is there left for you to worry about?  

 However, all of these requirements make sense, this is what you expected. “Any questions?” You shake your head no, “Do you agree with these terms?” Caco asks, he must be there as some sort of witness. You nod and then Carlos asks if you have any conditions. “I don’t have as many as you,” you mumble with a pout, feeling a bit unprepared. He chuckles, “That is alright, you can add more later.”  

You take a deep breathe, “Okay... um, my mother has been bothering to visit her for months now. I want you to come with me.” He raises his brow, expecting an explanation. You sigh, hiding your face into his side, before lifting it again. “She keeps pestering me. I’ve been out into the world for like four years now and haven’t brought someone home. I guess I’m just tired of disappointing my parents.” You mutter, feeling a bit ashamed of your neglect of your family.  

“And, and, I want you to pay my rent.” You feel just a bit ashamed of asking, it was really the most important things you could think of. The rest you’d worry about when you got further in. 

 “No.” He says and both you and Caco look confused. “I don’t want you living there anymore. I want you to look for a new place. Any price ranges, anywhere.” He says so casually as if you haven’t been stuck in that dump for the past three years. “You mean it?” You ask, the excitement already cooking.  

“Yes of course, ask anything, we just agreed on that.” He scolds and you can’t help but let the gears turn in your head. “I have medical bills and my student debt is still not paid off...” He picks up the hint instantly. Carlos nods and then pulls out his phone and opens his banking app. “How much is it?” He asks and this time you must open your banking app. You can’t help but blush seeing the negative amount, next to his many zeros.  

“Well I’ve been working hard the past three years, so I have twenty thousand left.” With each word you talk softer and softer. But he’s so in tune with you that he hears and enter the amount without question. “And the medical bills are a thousand. All in euro.” He doesn’t even hesitate for a moment. He enters the amount without question. It’s barely a few seconds before you see the amount in your account.  

A bright smile covers your face and you quite literally feel your shoulders become lighter. For dramatic effect you sink into the soft cushion. He and Caco laughs, and Carlos already feels so happy to have you by his side. You seem so untouched by the heaviness of the world. Even after the struggle of your bank balance for so long, you still manage to stay childish.  

After all, he’d give you the world just to see that smile again. You take a moment just to take in the feeling of being dept free. Which is so crazy for you. This something that you’ve dreamed about for so long and now it’s finally real. “Oh, I’m so happy I could kiss you.” You sigh out, not even realising your words. You hadn’t had time to set those conditions yet. The sugar part is completed, what about the daddy part? 

Your eyes grow wide, understanding what you’d just said. A blush coats your cheeks. There is a moment of silence between the three of you before Caco continues for you, seeing the way Carlos’ eyes brew and flick to your lips. He loves his cousin very much, but he doesn’t want to see that. “Is there anything else you wanted?” He asks, trying to lift the tension. You bite your lip, thinking, “I want to go to every party you’re invited to.”  

He glares for a moment; you can tell he so badly wants to say no. “And I want to go to every photoshoot.” “That I can agree too. But I’ll only agree to the first one if I am always with you.” You hold out your hand and then lift your pinky. “Pinky promise?” A wide smirk covers his face and then wraps his much bigger pinky around yours. “Promise.”  

You could see through the plane window, the beauty of Zandvoort but seeing it all up close it breath taking. It wasn’t a very long plane ride. Carlos helped you through the landing. He let you hold his hand tight and even had them bring you some gum to chew, to help with your ears. But now you’re on your way to the hotel.  

You rolled down your window all the way and you could smell the ocean breeze. And finally, when you saw it the first time, you screamed with glee. “I saw the ocean first! I get ice-cream.” You act all chuff with Carlos who only furrows his brows when you say this. “I will get you ice-cream any time-of-day mi corazon.” You can’t help but laugh at his words.  

“You do not know the game?” You ask, in shock at his confusion. “It is a game?” He asks, his eyes still careful on the road. You gasp, shocked because it seems so normal to you. “When my family and I would drive to the beach, the first one to see the beach would scream out and they would get an ice-cream.” Carlos has a gentle smile on his face.  

“You have a big family then?” He asks, hanging on to your every word. You chuckle, “Oui, I have 5 siblings, but we don’t talk much anymore.” You sigh, placing your head on your arms as you stare far past the window. Your excitement falling flat as your reminded of your small family house, and the small town you grew up in. Having to share your room with your two sisters.  

 People say you were lucky that they were twins. The left the house at the same time leaving the room all to yourself. But, at the end of the day, a very busy house, too small for eight was dead quiet. “Why no?” Carlos asks, it's unusual to him, he’s quite close to his family. You shrug your shoulders. “I’m the youngest, they were all long gone and out of the house by the time I was in high school.”  

Carlos stays quiet, the cogs in his mind already turning. “Would you want to be closer to them?” He asks, his hand falling on your thigh as you come closer to the highway exit. Again, you only shrug, “If I had the chance.” He gives your thigh a slight squeeze before shifting gears again. The rest of the ride was quiet, and Carlos is already thinking of ways to make you smile again.  

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[wongyuuu]

Enchanted | csc

pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader genre: fluff word count: 1.2k summary: in which you meet seungcheol for the first time

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a/n: a small thing in celebrations of cheol's birthday 🍒

You nodded quietly to the man in front of you. His name had completely left your mind and you lost track of whatever it was that he was talking about. Your cheeks were already numb from smiling for too long.

There was nothing you hated more than attending those parties on your brother's behalf but Jeonghan did so much for you that going somewhere you didn't really like and having to play nice with people you didn't care for was something that you were willing to do. 

That party, especially, was a little worse because there wasn't anyone you knew so there wasn’t anyone to help you hide, anyone who could keep you away from the boring conversations. But all you had to do was endure it for another hour, just sixty more minutes until you were finally free to go home.

You and Jeonghan had an understanding that when he wasn’t able to attend one of these events — either because he was busy or because he just didn’t want to, more often the latter —, you had to be there for at least three hours. Someone needs to be there to represent the family, he said when you complained. And since he did all the boring work, the parties and the networking were left to you. 

At first, you enjoyed it to some extent. It was a perfect opportunity to put on some makeup and wear a pretty dress. But soon you learned that once one attends a couple of events, they’d seen all of it. 

“Sorry, I’m late,” a man said on your right. 

You were completely caught off guard when the stranger put his hand on your lower back and leaned in, his warm breath against your ear.

“Jeonghan send me” he whispered softly before placing a quick kiss on your cheek, his lips on your skin for barely a second

At his words, your stiff body relaxed. It wasn’t the first time an unknown man had approached you at one of those events, but he was the first one to do so at your brother’s request.

You turned your head to look at the stranger and your breath got stuck on your throat. The man was mesmerizing. His face wasn’t familiar at all to you, you’d know if he was. There was no way you’d forget a face like his. 

He had big eyes, bright but also with a hint of mystery in them, a bit mischievous too because he knew that his arrival had thrown off the man in front of you.

“Seungcheol,” the man who had been talking your ears off said, dragging your attention back to him “I haven’t seen you in years”

Seungcheol.

You played the name on your mind over and over again, trying to place him in any of your memories. If Jeonghan had sent him to save you from boredom then he and Seungcheol were close. Friends even. You had attended those parties for years and it was the first time he had sent anyone for you. 

“Ji Hu,” Seungcheol said “I got back a few months ago”

God, his voice. It was like silk. It was different from when he whispered, more filling in a way. 

The two of them briefly shook hands before Seungcheol whisked you away. He walked you to your designated table and pulled the chair out for you. You sighed in relief once you sat down, thankful that the pressure on your feet eased down a little bit. The shoes you wore were beautiful but way too uncomfortable. 

"How do you know my brother?" 

Seungcheol suddenly raised his hand, and a second later a waiter was by your side, placing a glass of water in front of you.

"Jeonghan said to not let you drink," he said when you made a face at the water "And to answer your question, we went to college together"

No matter how much you thought about it, you had no memory of Seungcheol. Of course, you didn't know all of Jeonghan's friends from college but if Seungcheol was there it meant that your brother trusted him enough — which was something to be considered because Jeonghan hardly trusted anyone. 

"I don't remember you" 

"We weren't really friends at the time, we just attended college at the same time and had a few classes together. I went abroad to get my master's. Jeonghan and I only reconnected," he tilted his head to the side, unsure if that was the correct word to describe their relationship "last year"

You nodded quietly. That did make a lot of sense. Seungcheol had never been to any of those events, no dinner in Jeonghan’s house, no golf either. There was no way you'd forget someone like him.

"How did you guys get in touch again?"

Seungcheol smiled at you, a glimpse of a gummy smile showing before he quickly sobered up. You could swear that your heart skipped a beat.

"Aren't you a curious little thing" you smiled then too "Who do we still need to talk with tonight? I know Ji Hu isn't one of them. If I remember correctly, five minutes by his side is worth weeks of a conversation with a normal person"

You ended up staying at the party longer than sixty more minutes. Somewhere along the way networking for Jeonghan took a back seat and you just stayed there talking with Seungcheol. 

He talked about living abroad on his own for his master’s, how he considered staying to get a PhD but how ultimately he just wanted to come home. I missed my family too much and though I had friends there I still felt alone. How Jeonghan's job offer came at the right time so not getting a PhD didn't feel all that important when he weighed the pros and cons.

Seungcheol found out that you attended those parties as a way to repay Jeonghan for taking care of you when you were a teenager, for allowing you to hide behind him so he took almost all the cursing from your rebellious teenage years.

"You make it seem as if you were setting buildings on fire" he laughed "If it makes you feel any better, Jeonghan never complained about any of that. He only had nice things to say about you. Granted, we weren't the closest people you'd find but still"

That was the first time you had fun, real fun, at any of those events. You didn't need to hide behind fake smiles and pretty, and carefully, chosen words. Seungcheol made you feel comfortable, made you laugh, and seemed to genuinely laugh with you, rather than at you. 

You didn't want the night to be over. If anything, you wished for it to last a little longer. You wanted to talk with him, wanted to get to know him more. 

"I had fun tonight," you said outside.

Seungcheol waited by your side for the car, his hand still placed on your lower back as it had been almost the entire night. You wished it would take a few more minutes for it to arrive. 

"I did too" he sounded sincere, a second later the car arrived "I'll see you soon, y/n"

You couldn't contain the smile that spread through your face when Seungcheol closed the car door and the driver pulled the car away from the curb.

Maybe, you thought, attending those events again would be so bad after all. 

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[bunnysbrainrot]

Bourbon and Mead

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 '𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝' 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚘𝚣𝚒𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐.

Relationship: Joel Miller x f!Reader, Jackson!AU

Content: Alcohol consumption, flirting, slow-burn tension, slow dancing with Joel, teasing, POV switch. Bear with me, folks, this'll be worth it.

Summary: It's been a busy first week in Jackson, but you're finally starting to feel at home. Even still, you haven't made many new connections, but hopefully tonight's big event can help. Despite your nerves, you go anyway, and see some familiar faces.

Word Count: 4,300+

It had been just under a week since your patrol with Joel and his group, and you're settling in rather well. For such a shabby spot, you have decorated your living space impressively, and it settles something in you. After so long, you're really starting to have a place to call home.

Knock, knock, knock.

The noise shakes you out of a stupor, and you make your way to the heavy wooden door, and tug it open to reveal a friendly face, Maria.

You've had little chance to interact with new people since arriving in Jackson - when you're working as a community this directly, a hell of a lot of work goes into it. Which means, everyone's busy. Just about constantly. That being said, outside of your own room, Maria has been your only companion.

She can sense your loneliness, too, but she hasn't let on. The last thing you needed was the pressure of making a name of yourself in the first few days, so she had kept you busy with chores, patrols, hunts, you name it. To her, that plan would help you adjust to how Jackson functioned as a whole, so you could have the foundation of being a community member, to get your bearings.

Her smile is bright as she speaks, "Hey, sweetheart, just wanted to let y'know about the dance happening tonight. If you're feeling up for it, you should stop by."

The offer erupts a warmth in your chest.

"The dance?" You ask eagerly.

Maria nods, "Used to call it a square dance, but not enough folks know how to, so it's more of a get-together now, but we'll have music, drinks, the whole nine."

It doesn't take long for you to choose your answer. You cheerfully tell Maria, "That sounds wonderful. Where is it, and when does it start?"

She starts to describe the layout of the nearby buildings to the dance, waving her hands in front of her methodically, "But trust me, you won't be able to miss it. Just follow the music." Maria ends her sentence with a wink.

"What do I wear?"

There's a beat as she looks you over, and past your shoulder to your chest of drawers, which she helped stock when you first arrived.

Maria waves a hand dismissively as she replies, "Some people take the chance to dress up, some people dress down. You do whatever you're comfortable with, honey."

You flash her a grateful smile, and she issues a small goodbye before walking off.

---

A good few hours buffers you before the dance. The optional dance, but something in you will stop at nothing to go. You need to see people, have some laughs, live a little.

You take your sweet time getting ready, too. Some downtime is well deserved and rare, but it gives you the perfect window of time - debating on your outfit takes the longest. You opt for a casual hairdo, one that won't get your neck all hot and sweaty once you start dancing. The watch on your left wrist reads 6:47 PM up at you.

Whooping voices can be heard outside your window as people saunter down the street, toward the festivities, you assume. You sneak a peek through the curtains, eyeing a gaggle of townsfolk laughing alongside one another. Their eyes are bright, voices uplifted and loud. The men clap each other on the shoulder aggressively, while the women jab each other in the sides with their elbows. There wasn't much to make out, but whatever they were joking about had them roaring with laughter.

Seeing the crowd inspires you to make way out the door. You ensure all your lights are off, save for your nightstand lamp to come back to an inviting space. A deep breath later, and you were out the door, too.

There's a new feeling in the air, and you can place it precisely. Upbeat music plays far down the small Jackson streets, but its effects are widespread. All around, the other residents beam brightly as they go about the evening. Most people nearest you exchange small 'hello's' and wave politely, others still smile your way. Tightness wells in your chest as you realize just how long it had been since you'd seen so many friendly faces.

The music's volume eventually blares as you near the open area for the dance. The weather proves to be fair enough to host the event outside, so rows of string lights hang between nearby poles and sides of buildings. In the back of the venue is a group of people wielding a variety of instruments, nodding and bouncing with the quick beat of what you knew as bluegrass music.

"Hey, look who's here!" A voice calls out. You glance around until you realize the call was for your attention. You turn to the voice and recognize the woman from last week's patrol, who'd given you the rundown of who your partners were.

You greet her in return before registering the rest of the group. A few of them could be familiar around town, but for the most part, new faces.

Except for one.

Joel's eyes aren't on yours when you find him in the group. He's looking to one of the men, seemingly in a deep conversation. Perhaps he could feel your eyes on him, because his eyes flicker to yours for a split second. He pauses, lets his conversation partner speak, while he gives you a polite nod, before turning back to the man.

The fluttering in your gut was a dead giveaway, this is why you wanted to come. The prospect of seeing Joel again was exciting, but usually slim. And here he was. If only he could just move on from his conversation...

A hand lands on your arm comfortingly. The kind woman tells you, "It's so good to see you again! How have you been settling in?"

There's a twinge of an accent in her words, Southern, but more subtle. Her words are as soft as a hug.

"It's been going alright, finally getting to decorating," you start. The woman listens. Wait... did she ever introduce herself? Shit. How were you supposed to see someone this much without knowing their name?

"That was the best part when I got here. Once I had my space set up, it really felt like home," she replies.

There's a beat of silence between you, and it breaks when you ask, "I'm sorry if this is awkward, but I never got your name the first time we met." You briefly introduce yourself before she replies.

Her eyes crinkle when she smiles, "I'm Cara. I never introduced myself, but I wanted you to have at least be one friendly face here."

"I'm thankful for it, I really am. It feels better now that we have names to the faces," you offer with a nervous smile.

Cara looks at you mischievously, softly grabbing your bicep, "Let's get a drink. Whaddya say?"

That kind offer melts your anxiety away, and all that's left is you, Cara, and the joy of sharing a drink with a friend. In moments, you have a glass of homemade mead in your hand.

Someone else from the group calls Cara over, so for a moment you're left alone with your cup of fermented honey goodness. It's sweet, slightly bitter, but leaves your stomach feeling warm as it settles. The burn in your throat is numbed by the warmth in your belly. You make it back to Cara's group and decided to strike up conversation with those folks, thinking that it'd be a good place to start.

The first few conversations are long - a flurry of questions about your background, your journey out to Jackson, and how you've been adjusting to the move. You learn some basics about some of them, but there's a distraction lingering in the back of your mind.

Joel.

A few people in the group break away to leave for the dance floor, the jovial music beckoning them ever closer. You don't follow immediately, which leaves you with a few stragglers, and him.

For the first time in days, you hear his voice again, "What'd you get?"

The question snaps you to attention, looking down into your glass. You glance back up at him and motion with the cup with a swish, "Some mead, I think. Pretty good."

He nods, "Pete makes some damn good mead, 'specially if it's for a party. Pulls out the good stuff."

Part of you wonders if his lighthearted talking is to make up for the blunder on last week's patrol, to ease the embarrassment you still held from it.

"What's in your cup?" You retort.

"Usually it's bourbon, but tonight, it's beer," he replies with a gaze into his own cup. He copies your motion and swirls the cup a few times. A bit of the foamy liquid sloshes out and onto the dirt in front of your, nicer, combat boots. Some of the beer spatters onto your feet and into the dirt.

"Damn, maybe they should cut me off," Joel jokes, reaching into his back pocket and revealing a handkerchief, holding it out to you. "Sorry 'bout that."

You take the cloth, "Making a mess of the place already, and it's not even eight o'clock yet, impressive."

The joke seems to land with Joel; you can tell by the way the corners of his eyes tighten.

Joel

What you say makes him chuckle. It's rare to find someone with a sense of humor these days. That kind of fresh attitude can bring a lot of life in a world like this, especially around here, especially after the loss these people have felt.

New folks were few and far between, given how desolate Jackson had become since the world fell to shit, but there was a wind of change when you arrived last week. Joel could tell from the second he saw you on patrol, even trotting ahead of the group at one point. The light in your eyes when you awed at the mountains tugged at his heartstrings. A type of longing for that kind of simple joy. To be young, without most of his hardships, seeing new parts of the world, even though it had shrunk.

On the patrol, you had gotten too far ahead, in line with Joel in the lead, and you knew it wasn't your place, but you hadn't shied away from him. In fact, you had embraced it, and listened keenly when Joel advised you keep your distance. Normally it'd feel like taming an unruly child, but you had a certain curiosity in your eyes, you were eager to learn.

Joel knows how harsh he can be, let alone to new faces. The worry of how that attitude rubs off on people subsided decades ago - one could say that Joel has truly embraced that 'grouchy old man' stereotype. That attitude has saved his ass more times than he could count, and has kept him safe after all these years. But, there's an unavoidable weight when it comes to hardening yourself up as much as Joel has. It's a truth that he's been evading for years. You make yourself untouchable, but you forget how much you need someone else.

Even so, it's easier that way. You keep losses to a minimum as long as you're not attached. Living that way had gotten him this far.

But now you stand in front of him, with beer-splattered boots and a kind smile despite your new shoes being soiled. You take his handkerchief and bend down to clean your shoes, and hand the cloth back to Joel. His fingers brush against yours when he takes it back - yours are delicately soft against his calloused ones, and it takes him by surprise.

In that split second, Joel's eyes search your face for any change, to see if you freeze like he does, to see if your breath hitches like his did, for any sign that this isn't just some fluke.

It could be a trick of the light, but Joel swears there's a new redness in your cheeks. When you look at him next, it's with bright, innocent eyes, a type of innocence Joel would surely ruin.

"Thank you, Joel," you say softly. His name on your lips is the sweetest thing he's ever heard, it's almost sickening.

Joel clears his throat and gives you a nod, "It's the least I can do."

The sun is dipping behind the mountains, streaking the sky with glorious pink hues against the emerging stars of dusk. A fiddle lilts happily as the song picks up pace, the tune itself serving as an invitation to get yourself moving. In the distance, Cara flashes you a wide smile, and waves a beckoning hand over to her gaggle of folks. You can barely make out her words as she mouths them.

"Let's dance!"

Joel notices your distraction, looking back at Cara trying to whisk you onto the dance floor. There's a good number of people breaking into a flurry of moves, all whooping and laughing as they pass one another. Joel looks back to you, the softness that was there before is seeming to dissipate. His face is hardened again, resigned.

"Guess I'm being stolen away," you say.

"Be careful," Joel replies, "Carried Away Cara doesn't let up. You'll be dancing for hours."

You comment, "Didn't know I signed up for that kind of night."

You've reached the group by now, and Cara is already handing you another glass of mead, and a huge smile to go along with it.

----

You're onto drink number four, you think, and the sky has shifted from a pale pink to a deep indigo, littered with bright stars and a beautiful crescent moon. It seems like the music has blurred together without beginning or end, and your boozy haze doesn't reveal any tiredness, so you keep dancing. Joel was right, Cara's had you dancing for what feels like hours at this point. But damn, did she know how to party.

The song the group's playing begins to slow down, and part of the crowd disperses away. Chattering can be overheard amidst the quieting music. You place a mostly-empty glass onto a nearby picnic table and look around the venue. Folks pass you by with a pep in their step, their faces flushed red from alcohol and relentless dancing.

A breath of fresh air wafts through the venue, rustling through your hair that had tacked with sweat to the nape of your neck. You smile from the sensation, relishing in the cool air across your hot skin. Shit, what time is it?

Your watch beams 10:13 PM back up at you.

Damn, where did all that time go?

The night has given you a rush of adrenaline you haven't found in what feels like months. Something about this dance is erupting a sense of joy you were sure you'd never feel again. Laughter, dancing, good people. Such simple things really do lift the spirits.

You can feel a pointed stare at you off to the side, but do you dare look? Of course you do - it's not like the mead is letting you act composed. Being as subtle as you can muster in your state, you glance to the side, where that looming sense had come from. Far off, leaning against a tall wooden fence, is Joel.

While he had practically ignored you when you'd first seen him tonight, he can't take his eyes off of you in this moment. Your heart skips a beat when he holds the stare, his deep brown eyes never leave yours, even as other partygoers pass between you. It's as if the world had paused, but perhaps just for you, frozen under Joel's gaze, the sole subject of his attention.

He stands alone on the side. No one to interrupt you if you go over...

Before you decide, you wave and smile. A silly drunken grin you'd normally hide. Right now, with his focus only on you, is the most alive you've felt in months. The high of it creeps up from behind, whispering encouragement in the form of a dare. Go up to him.

Your legs make the journey before you register what's happening; your body suddenly has a mind of its own, no way to back down now.

The narrowing distance from Joel pushes your heart to your throat. While your legs carry you smoothly, your senses are turned upside down. The anxiety you have about Joel is nothing but a distant memory. Tonight, you'd overcome your nervousness.

"Not much of a dancer, hm?" You call to him over the music.

A small smile spreads across his lips, "With these knees, I'm lucky to do a damn foxtrot. Someone out there was having the time of their life, though."

He truly has a gift. The moment he speaks, everything else seems to disappear. God, you'd ask him question after question just to hear that voice - deep and gravelly, but the accent is thick and sweet like molasses. A slip of your imagination has you wandering into uncharted territory. Imagine a "baby" or "honey" or "sweetheart" in that voice... Your mind vacates long enough for Joel to arch an eyebrow at you, and you're immediately brought back down to earth.

"I don't know how I went dancing for that long," you exhale.

Joel shakes his head with a chuckle, "You'll get some damn good sleep, that's for sure."

It'd be better if you were sleeping with me.

The unfiltered thought jolts through you, snapping you back to attention. Maybe the mead was making you a little too confident.

Behind you both, the music group's slow beat has pulled folks into a smooth rhythm. The dance floor littered with small groups and couples as the song continued. This new intimate energy could not have been timed any worse. You took a big breath and let it out slowly.

"It's getting late, I should probably head home."

Joel pauses, looking toward the band, then down into a cup of amber-brown liquid. Maybe he resorted back to his usual bourbon.

You follow suit and watch the band play on. A tug in your chest begs you not to go, not yet.

"Think you got time for one last go?" His question snaps your head to him. There's a new spark in his eyes, a softer glint amidst the chocolate brown.

Your answer is immediate, breathless, "Of course."

Anything. Anything for him.

As long as it reveals a glimpse of the man underneath the tough shell. It's still in him.

Joel extends his hand, palm up, to take yours. You lay yours on top plainly, holding a breath at the sensation of your skin against his. It's not like before with the handkerchief. This time, it's intentional, he wants to touch you.

The way his fingers curl to hold your hand settled that debate. His touch is careful. It didn't take a genius to know how rough he could be, with those toned muscles shifting under his plaid shirt; in contrast, he held you with such delicacy, as if you'd break if he gripped too hard.

"You know how to dance at all?" Joel asks.

You bark a laugh, "With this many drinks in me? Highly doubt it."

Joel's laugh is louder this time around. You can actually make it out, and you can feel that it's genuine. "I warned you about Cara. Now I get a drunk dance partner."

"Hey, you asked me to dance. You don't get to give me shit for havin' a good time," your words slur together, proving Joel's point.

Amidst the crowd, Joel manages to find you two a nice spot with plenty of room. The surrounding couples look how you feel - entranced with their partners, focused and attentive, like the other person is the only one left in the world.

"How 'bout this? You lead me."

You freeze, "But, I-I don't know what to d-"

"Do what you want. I'll follow."

"And if I make a fool of myself?" You question.

His other hand migrates to your waist, holding you gently at your side, "The you better really sell it."

Your laugh is giddy. He lets you have room for mistakes. There's room to be human around him.

A deep exhale later, you place your hands on Joel's shoulders and begin to sway, a slow and steady pace with the beat of the song. Seems the mead has done its work of clouding your judgement - you're locked in the swaying motion.

"Is this okay?" You ask softly, finding Joel's eyes. There's a warmth in them you hadn't seen before.

He nods gently, "You lead the way, sweetheart. Don't worry about me."

Who'd have known that a single word could melt you completely. Your mind instantly hooks on it, cycles it in your mind as if to brand it into your memory.

Sweetheart.

Your smile is instant, but feels like one of those sloppy, stupid drunk grins that reveal how not-yourself you are at the words.

And so, you sway. As promised, Joel follows right along.

He shifts closer, readjusting the hold on your waist, spanning his fingers along the small of your back. A polite caress, not meandering and wandering around like most drunk men you'd encountered. Joel can keep his hands to himself. Joel has manners. Joel has self-control.

There's a lead to follow with his movements, you discover. It does feel more natural to wrap your arms around his neck like this...

In a swift moment you've melted into him, and with it, your nerves.

You also find that it's far more comfortable to rest your head on his chest. A beat later, your senses return, and you raise yourself back into standing position, realizing the crossed boundary.

"Gettin' tired already?" Joel asks bemusedly.

Maybe he didn't catch it. Thank goodness.

"You're basically rocking me to sleep here," you quip back.

Joel reminds you, "You're the one leading us."

You roll your eyes as you shake your head, bringing a laugh from him again. The sound of it lights you up from inside, flipping your stomach. You'd already learned that that sound was rare.

"Some dance partner I am," you say sarcastically. Joel's smile broadens, and the hand on your back shifts. His thumb idly sweeps across your spine.

Somehow, your arms are back around his neck, and your head is against his chest, all without protest. Joel's thumb still caresses your back as a sign. The song in the background changes to something simpler, with fewer instruments, giving highlight to a slow solo from the fiddle player.

"You're right, I think I'm gonna sleep like a log tonight," you murmur.

Joel's chuckle vibrates against your cheek. The huff of his laugh gives you a whiff of bourbon, sickly sweet and smoky, blending in with his deeper woodsy scent.

"You gotta be more careful next time," his voice slows. "We'll get some water in ya, help fight that hangover tomorrow."

You nod against him, smiling broadly, knowing that you're in good hands. Your words come out sheepishly, "I'm sorry I got so drunk. I... didn't think you'd see me like this."

A gentle squeeze on your side.

Joel's breath skirts across your neck when he mutters, "You think I'm gonna blame you for havin' a good time?"

His lips graze the shell of your ear as he speaks, and his words have a secrecy to them, an intimacy you hadn't seen from him before. You pay attention to the feel of his lips on your skin - they're soft and gentle, but know where to drag along in all the right places.

It's enough to leave your knees wobbling in your drunken stupor, high purely off of his touch, head spinning as you search for a new sensation.

"It has been pretty fun," you reply between trembling breaths.

There's a subtle brush of lips against your neck when he speaks, "I'd say I'm havin' a pretty good time."

Your knees practically buckle beneath you.

The rush of it all has you pulled back from him now, staring at him with surprised eyes. It's not that you didn't enjoy or accept that move, just that quickly, in front of so many people...

Joel's look shifts to something of embarrassment, "Maybe I've had a lil' too much."

You let out a nervous laugh, "I think I'm right there with you, I... I'm sorry."

He doesn't ask what the apology is for. He knows exactly which line was crossed. The hardened look returning to his eyes tells you that this moment of bliss is coming to an end.

"You don't got anything to be sorry for," the thick Texas accent is palpable in his reassurance. "I'm bein' a fool."

A fool. For doing this.

Hopefully he can't see the way that word breaks you. You force a bigger smile, a dismissive one that says 'we can just forget this ever happened', with a wave of a hand.

You offer, "Like you said, just having a good time."

His smile is wry. There's something unreadable in his expression.

Nonetheless, his grip of your waist loosens, releasing you as the fiddle in the background song comes to a silent end. Something akin to tension hangs in the air between you, pulled taught like a string to be severed.

"Well, I won't keep ya any longer. I... appreciate the dance. I know you're probably itchin' to get back in bed, so..." Joel says, trailing off, pressing his lips into a thin line.

You nod, collecting yourself, "Y-Yeah, probably good to get some sleep soon. You, too."

Joel smiles again, but his heart isn't in it like before.

He gives you a quick pat on the shoulder, eyes averted, "Get home safe, alright?"

Before you can wish him the same, he's lost amidst the crowd.

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