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seethesin · 7 months

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wake up call

pairing: Hazel Callahan x F!Reader

tags/warnings: sexual content, hazel & reader are 18+, established relationship, college au, body worship, teasing, oral over clothing, orgasm denial/edging (18+, mdni)

a/n: i too have caught feelings for my favorite arsonist, hazel callahan 😔 have an uncharacteristically short, smutty fic while i work my thoughts out.

loosely based on this prompt. gif pack/gif credit. enjoy :)

"Baby, it's time to get up."

You're too busy trying to sleep off a migraine to pay attention to Hazel stirring in bed or what she has to say. Even with an eye mask on, any stray refraction of light is enough for a splitting pain to reverberate in your head. You should have drank more water and less tequila last night.

Hindsight was always 20/20.

You and Hazel had met your friends at Mary's, a local gay bar a mile from campus. The bouncers never commented on the fake IDs you thrust in their hands every weekend and barely bothered to check them as they ushered you inside. Your best guess? They'd take every dollar they could get.

It was a small, hole-in-the-wall establishment, but it was fun enough for the group of you to drink, dance, and sing desperately off-key. It was your usual meeting spot on Thursday and Friday nights—sometimes Saturdays if you and Hazel had the strength to get out of bed in the morning—where you all could gossip about your professors and peers. You don't remember much from last night, but you do remember grinding on Hazel after downing three tequila sodas while Isabel bitched about her Econ professor, Mr. Weber.

You were now facing the repercussions of your debaucherous, dehydrated actions.

"Babe," Hazel tries again. Her disembodied voice is farther away now, most likely in the bathroom next door. "You're going to be late for calculus."

Who the fuck convinced you to take Friday classes? Let alone actually attend them?

Oh right. It was Hazel.

At least both of you managed to find off-campus housing at the end of sophomore year. If you had to share a bathroom with an entire floor again, you would have hung yourself with dental floss.

"Professor Hoyt can eat my ass," you grunt, grabbing your pillow and smashing it into your face. The next part of your sentence is so garbled that you can't even understand yourself. You hear Hazel's footsteps reenter your bedroom as the mattress concaves next to you. The pillow is nudged off your face and stray beams of light bury themselves back into your eye mask.

"She better not." Her breath fans against your cheek as you feel her nip playfully at your skin. "That's all mine."

Hazel can't see your exaggerated eye roll, but she feels the grin growing across your face. She mirrors it eagerly, pressing sweet, soft kisses down your cheek. You feel her lips ghost down your jaw before gliding down your neck. You hum quietly, reflexively tilting your head to the side to expose more flesh to her.

Hazel notices and firmly bites at the base of your neck. You moan, caught off guard.

"I can just ask Isabel for the notes after she gets out of Econ." It comes out as a whine as you feel Hazel shift on top of you.

"Mhmm," she mocks, her hands creeping under your nightshirt. Gingerly, she tugs it up and over your head before shoving it towards her side of the bed.

Her hot mouth reconnects with your skin, trailing down your chest, and kissing just over the curve of your breast. Her lips sink lower, enveloping themselves around your nipple as she sucks. Her hands slide up and down your body reverently before resting on your waist. You mewl, rutting your hips forward.

"Haze," you breathe but she ignores you.

Her lips pull away from your breast, kissing across your chest to give short, equal treatment to its twin. Whatever she was trying to do had the opposite effect on you; there was no way you were leaving this apartment when your girlfriend was too busy devouring every inch of your body.

Hazel kisses wetly against your skin as she begins her descent down your abdomen. Suddenly, she halts. Her nose brushes your navel and her mouth hovers just over your loins. She's so close to where you want her and you vocalize your frustration with a growl. Hazel's thumbs hook under the waistband of your underwear as her head sinks lower.

"Use your words," she teases, voice husky as she snaps the elastic band back into your skin.

You whimper, shoving your hips closer to Hazel's face. If you weren't so hungover, you would have clamped your thighs against her cheeks and squeezed. Hazel had a thing for breathplay anyway; she would have loved it.

"Put your mouth on my pussy."

"Yes ma'am."

Immediately, Hazel's hands grope the meat of your ass, tugging you toward her. Her lips kiss against your clothed cunt, her tongue poking out to kitten lick against the fabric of your underwear.

You exhale, squeezing your eyes shut as short, raspy moans push from your throat.

"Fuck yes," you sigh, wriggling your hips to steal more friction from Hazel's tongue. The coil in your stomach begins to tighten as heat radiates from between your legs. Your underwear is soaked from a combination of your slick and Hazel's saliva. You were embarrassed to admit it, but you were already nearing your first climax.

Apparently, Hazel has a sixth sense for impending orgasms because she realizes that too. Without another word, she detaches herself from your body. The bed creaks as she rolls off it. Her footsteps retreat to the other side of the room.

She's gone. You keen.

"Hazel, what the fuck?" Your thighs press together, rubbing feebly to try and salvage a lick of your previous pleasure. It's useless and you give up with a petulant huff.

The brunette chuckles from a distance, the sound growing louder as she returns to the bedroom. You rip your eye mask off, squinting for a full-fledged minute as your pupils adjust to the sunlight. After blinking feverishly, you stare at Hazel, now leaning into the doorway. A sheen of spittle and slick glows from her chin.

"You're up," she states obviously, her arms crossed over her chest. The way they press into her tits makes your mouth water.

"I've been up!"

She snickers.

"Good. Now you won't be late to calculus anymore."

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Hello! I just love your arcane x reader works! Can you do arcane characters x gender neutral! reader who either died or got kidnapped during a mission?

Oh not making Reader dead nope, these characters have suffered enough they don't need a dead lover.

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce, Mel x Reader

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, injury, cuddles, nightmares, crying, rescue mission, reunion kisses

A/N: Well um... Jayce might... you know what no, Mel is gonna be fine!

First, know that you won't stay kidnapped for long. If it for some reason is days then be ready to be face to face with a very tired and very pissed off Jinx when she finally manages to track you down.

Who ever kidnapped you most likely won't survive to tell the tail and even if by some miracle they do they sure as hell won't ever look at the color blue the same way ever again. She might be tired as all fuck, on the verge of collapsing even but she won't rest until you're safe and sound in her arms back in her house.

"You're safe and sound now sugar. That must've been scary for ya. Don't worry, they won't hurt you again. Or anyone else for that matter. Oh, no don't look at them like that, ya shouldn't be sorry for them, they don't deserve your compassion."

By the time Vi finds you she's bruised up maybe even more then your kidnappers. She's fought her way through all of them, yelling and cursing every single one of them. She gathers you in her arms and carries you back home.

As much as she wants to be the one taking care of you she's also pretty beat so you take the role of caretaker instead. Her hands are red and covered in cruises from vicious punching, twitching when you kiss them gently. Shit, you got her feeling all mushy, she could cry, no she is crying, she feels very lucky to have you.

"I'm supposed to be the one taking care of you sweet stuff, you're the one who got kidnapped. I know! How is it that I'm more banged up then you? You should have seen those sorry bastards, one actually cried for his mom. Did... did they make you cry? If they did I'm going back and kicking their asses all over again."

Caitlyn, as much as she wants to, doesn't rush in. She has a plan, one that assures that not one of those who wronged you escapes her sights and a fair trail. In which they will be put behind bars for kidnapping and extortion.

She takes care of most of them by herself, a little more rough around the edges then usual but still not missing a shot. She can't afford to. Can't help but cry when she cups your bruised face in her hands. She was scared, so damn scared that this was it. Right now only your kiss will make her feel relieved again.

"Darling, its me, its just me. Please, I know it hurts but... oh gods... please just let me hold you a little. I don't care that they're looking, I need this right now. Don't worry I've got a warm bath and even warmer hugs ready for you once we get back home."

Ekko arrives to rescue you with an entire team of Firelights at his back. He doesn't even bother hiding his face with the mask, he wants them to remember him, the look in his eyes and how it could have been the last thing they ever saw.

There's no way he can tear himself away from you once he's got you safe and sound in his arms. He doesn't leave your side while your injures are being treated or while you sleep. In fact he doesn't even sleep until you wake up and smile at him again the next morning, that's the point where he feels like he's done a good job.

"Firefly how do you feel? You took a bit of a hit to the head but the doctor said you should be okay now. Sorry, I got careless and let my guard down. I saw them coming but I... I wasn't fast enough. Its not okay! I could have gotten you killed. I would lay my life down for the cause, and that does double for laying down my life for you."

There isn't anything or anyone that can move around Zaun without Vander's knowledge. He thought he left his violent days behind him a long time ago, and for the most part he has but there's still that protective spark in him that can activate his violent side easily.

His fists may be covered in blood but his smile and eyes are as soft as ever when he looks at you. Soft kisses are pampered all over your forehead, the tiniest broken hiccup tearing from his mouth as he nuzzles you close to him and carries you back to the Last Drop to look you over.

"I should've taken care of that gang long ago. Then you wouldn't be in this situation darlin'. How do I feel? Not a scratch on me as you can see. You on the other hand... don't worry you still look pretty to me, bruises or not. I can kiss them better if you just stopped your squirming around."

Zaun is Silco's domain. If anyone is stupid enough to try and kidnap you in his own territory they won't stay hidden for long. And once he finds them, well, he's got plenty of uses for scum like that. Painful use.

As for you, you get nothing but his undivided attention until the last bruise on your body fades away. Sure he does need to be in his office and all that but you can be with him, you can get kisses whenever you want even get to cuddle with him on the couch.

"Are you comfortable over there darling? If you want I can get something better brought here. Shimmer? Well it would be faster but I'm not getting you hooked on this, you're much to precious to me to be some experiment. Your kidnappers on the other hand will serve their purpose."

They will have to eat through a straw for the rest of their lives if they even survive Sevika getting her hands on them. They should be so lucky to only get away with broken bones and nothing else with the way she was making her way through them.

Sevika is very careful when she's handling you, she'd never been so gentle with anyone. It's new, endearing even. You're pretty sure you hear her cursing beside you when she's got her arms wrapped around yours as you fall asleep, followed by a very long kiss on your head and a heavy, relived sigh.

"Sleep sweet thing, no one's gonna hurt you hear me? They can try but I'll kill them all, lucky if that's all I do. The only reason those idiots are still breathing is cause I didn't wanna get their blood all over your pretty face. If I see them again there's gonna be a lot to clean up."

Viktor doesn't think he can let you out of his sight ever again after you're back at his side. He only wishes he could have done more then waited for you to be retuned to him. At least you're safe that's all that should matter.

He should be the one looking after you but he's the one who ends up with nightmares that night. He's already lost sleep, he should be resting but when he thinks about you not being here anymore, it crushes him from the inside. All he wants, all he needs right now is to cuddle up next to you and listen to your heartbeat.

"Sorry I woke you up darling. I'm alright, don't worry. I'm not crying, just had a bit of a bad dream. Go back to sleep please, you need it. I'll be fine, as long as I've got you here by my side there's nothing I cannot handle."

Jayce holds you close to his chest while he carries you to the doctor. He's constantly kissing the back of your hand, his hammer leaning against the bedframe just in case any of the kidnappers got away and wanted to try their luck again.

There aren't many things that can make him scared like the thought of losing you. He tries to be logical most of the time, he feels like that's what he should be, but you make him act on his emotions, you make him want to scream and cry and tell you over and over how much he loves you and how he'll never let anything bad happen to you again.

"Hey, you're awake! Whoa babe, easy, don't try getting up right now, you need to rest, you've been through a lot today. Just say the word and I'll get you whatever you need. You always take care of me so let me be a good boyfriend and spoil you for a change and help you get better okay?"

Mel was almost ready to throw diplomacy out the damn window and turn both Piltover and Zaun on their heads to find you. But that would be going against everything the two of you are trying achieve. That said she doesn't show mercy to your kidnappers either, making sure they get put away for a long time, never seeing the light of day again.

After every meeting with the Council she rushes home to you, her mind stuck on you all day, unable to concentrate properly. This will be an issue for her until you recover but you being safe and getting healed up are... more important to her then impressing the Council.

"I made it home early for you darling, and I brought some more medicine. Would you like it now or after you eat? I see, very well then, just my company for now is it. I must say you've become a bit more spoiled recently. I don't mind one bit, as long as you're alright I'm happy to provide you anything you want."

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janaispunk · 7 months

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still bejeweled

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

word count: ~4.4k

summary: after breaking up with your boyfriend, your self-esteem is crushed. your best friend takes you to your favorite bar to take your mind off of things. there's a band is playing there tonight and the singer immediately catches your eye. inspired by taylor swift's bejeweled – and when i meet the band, they ask, 'do you have a man?', i could still say, 'i don't remember'

tags/warnings: explicit smut, only 18+, no/pre-outbreak au, no sarah, musician!joel, small age gap (reader is in her late 20s, joel's in his mid 30s), alcohol consumption, joel pulls her hair, able-bodied reader, a bit of angst, fluff, making out, fingering, dirty talk (joel talks you through it, i just know it), praise kink, unprotected p in v (i just didn't feel like mentioning it, this is my fantasy world where pregnancies & sti's don't exist, but they very much exist in the real world, don't do this), joel has a big dick (it's canon), consent king joel, rough sex, ass-slapping, hair-pulling, please let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: this came to me while making breakfast and listening to taylor, and didn't want to leave my head again. pretty self indulgent, i'm fairly certain that a musician!joel in my life would fix me. also, to boyfriends everywhere: fuck you <3

• dividers by the lovely @saradika!

• find my full masterlist here!

You storm out of the apartment, fighting back the tears that are threatening to spill over. This is it for good, you tell yourself. It's not the first fight of the sort that you and your boyfriend Max – now ex-boyfriend, you guess – have gotten into, with you usually backing down eventually, to keep the peace between the two of you. You've been together for more than three years, and you had hoped that this might be the one – the guy that you can settle down with, the one that you've been waiting for.

But over the past few months, Max has gotten more distant, less involved in the relationship, less interested in you, making you feel like you're burdening him, like you're always asking for too much. Like you are too much. You had asked several times if something was bothering him, something that you could work through together. Everything's fine babe, I don't know why you're even asking. Stop getting on my nerves with this.

You scoff to yourself. Usually, this was the point where you would step back from the argument, not willing to invest energy in a fight that wouldn't lead to anything anyway. Maybe things weren't perfect with Max, but they were what you knew. Familiar, comfortable. Better than being alone. Maybe not the big love that books and movies told you about, but who knows if that sort of thing even exists.

But today, when he just wouldn't give a shit about anything you said, something inside of you had snapped. “I feel like you don't even love me anymore. Do you?!” you had demanded, and the look on his face had told you everything that you needed to know.

That's how you find yourself on the street in front of your best friend's place, the short walk having somewhat cleared your head. Who does Max even think he is? It's not too much to ask to care about your partner, to show interest in them, to support them, is it? And he hasn't done any of that in quite some time.

All things considered, he just wasn't that great of a boyfriend. Still, you can't help feeling sad about it. Another relationship failed, another guy that just didn't deem you as good enough to pay attention to you. Maybe you're just not that interesting, a voice in your head whispers. You sniffle and shake your head, willing the thought out of your mind.

Your best friend Amanda greets you at her door, immediately clocking your slumped shoulders and reddened eyes, and hugs you tightly while leading you into her living room. Her concern for you elicits another wave of tears and you shakily recap today's events to her. She listens patiently, thankfully not telling you that you're better off without him or something like that, because even though you know that yourself, you don't think you could bear someone else saying it.

“I just can't believe that I'm single again and need to start over once more and I just-,” you bite your lip, willing away the tears that are pooling in your eyes, “I just feel like I'm not enough, like I can't keep a guy or I'm too picky, I don't know. It's just so frustrating, I don't wanna end up alone.”

Amanda's expression softens and she pulls you into her arms again. “You're not gonna end up alone, I promise you. You're funny and smart and,” she looks you up and down, “fucking hot. But you can't settle for less just because you're scared of ending up alone, okay? You're gonna find the guy that's right for you and then it will all make sense. Promise.”

You sigh, not sure if you believe her but also not in the mood to argue. After more talking, during which she eventually slips a glass of wine into your hand, Amanda decides that the two of you should go out tonight. Blow off some steam, show the world and yourself that you've still got it, as she puts it. You're honestly not sure if you've ever had it to begin with, but you let her enthusiasm wash over you, playing along as she insists that you wear one of her skimpiest dresses and starts doing your make up. You feel a little self-conscious with the tiny black dress that she has put you in and the dramatic red lipstick that she's currently applying to your lips.

“Don't look at me like that. You look so good and you'd know that if that fucker hadn't made you feel like you didn't for the past few months. But you've been too good of a girl for far too long now, and we're gonna change that tonight. Deal?” She expectantly holds her hand out for you to shake and you feel the excitement starting to bubble up in you. Maybe she's right and you do need to let go of your insecurities tonight. You shake her hand and she laughs delightedly, causing you to giggle as well.

Amanda finally declares that you're good to go, digging a sparkly handbag that's covered in tiny silvery jewels out of her closet. That one's actually yours, but you had left it at her place a few weeks ago after Max had told you how it was just too much and how you looked ridiculous with it. You had let it slide, thinking that it wasn't worth it to ruin the evening by fighting over a stupid handbag. What was wrong with you, you think to yourself now.

You look at yourself in her full-length mirror and you have to agree, you do look good. The short dress leaves most of your thighs bare, hugging your curves in all the right ways and the lipstick looks amazing, drawing the focus to the shape of your mouth. You do polish up real nice.

Amanda's boyfriend Patricks whistles appreciatively when you both exit from the bedroom and wishes you loads of fun. That's what a boyfriend should be like, you think to yourself. Supportive, loving, and just... kind?

Amanda drags you to one of your favorite bars. You've been here countless times together; usually it's a good crowd and the drinks are cheap. It's live music night, you realize as you walk in and notice the small stage at the far end of the room, which also explains why it's more crowded than usual. You push through a few people and manage to find two seats at the bar, from where you can watch the stage and hear the music, but it isn't too loud to talk.

The bartender comes up to you and Amanda orders tequila shots before you can even open your mouth. “I would've stuck to wine,” you complain to her and she shrugs, a big grin on her our face.

“That wouldn't be half as fun. We're going all out tonight, remember?”

You roll your eyes and nod, but when you down the first shot and bite down on the lime, you can't help the laugh that bubbles up in your throat. “That's my girl!” Amanda giggles and promptly orders another round. After two more shots and feeling the tingling warmth that's spreading through your body, you let your eyes wander around the room until they find the stage.

It's mostly local bands that play here, some better than others, and tonight's isn't half bad. It's four guys, a little older than you, mid-thirties if you had to guess, and their music has an acoustic, country-ish vibe to it. Your eyes linger on the man in the front, who is softly singing into the microphone while strumming along on his guitar.

He's kinda hot, you muse to yourself, gaze trained on the way his muscles are softly flexing while he's plucking on the guitar strings with his large hands, the sleeves of his dark t-shirt straining against his arms. His deep voice is washing over you, reminding you of whiskey and honey, and you squint a little to take a closer look at his face. He has a strong jaw and pouty lips, and dark, expressive eyes that gaze into the room while he's singing. You can't explain it, but something about him just feels... warm. Like he's safe. Kind.

He has a scruffy beard and messy curls, giving him a sort of rugged look, that, combined with his incredibly broad shoulders, has you biting your lip subconsciously. How easily he could cage you in, how big and warm his hands would feel on your body...

Damn, he's really hot. And you really feel the tequila talking right now.

Amanda's fingers appear in your field of vision, snapping impatiently and you turn back to her, heat crawling up your cheeks. You might have been staring a bit too obviously. “Which one?” she grins.

“Huh?” you ask, rather poorly feigning innocence.

“Oh, come on! Okay, I'll guess,” she continues on, not giving you a chance to even try to deny anything, “it's the singer, right?”

“I-,” you start, but the look on her face tells you that it's already a lost cause, “yeah.”

She laughs delightedly and gestures to the bartender for another round of shots. “Oh, I don't think-,” you try to object, but she shushes you.

“I won't rest until you've made a move on that guy, good choice dare I say, and live a little. So drink up!” She toasts to you and you can't help laughing yourself before you tip your head back and swallow the burning alcohol in one go.

You steal another glance towards the stage – maybe a rather extended glance in all honesty – and catch the singer's eye. He holds your gaze for a few seconds, then he lets his eyes wander around the room, before returning to you, his lips curling into a knowing smirk when you're still looking at him.

You hastily tear yourself away, leaning into Amanda in an attempt of hiding how flustered you're suddenly feeling. “That was fucking hot,” she breathes into your ear.

“I know,” you whisper back urgently. Then the insecurity kicks back in. “Do you think he really meant me? I mean, we're all the way in the back here, I bet he can barely see-”

Amanda swats at your arm, shaking her head. “Please, he totally meant you. You're gonna talk to him later, you hear me?”

You groan, “Oh my god,” and lean into her further. “I'm not cut out for all this, I wouldn't even know what to say.” She tsks at you and orders another round of drinks, not taking No for an answer.

You loosen up a little over time, throwing a few more glances towards the stage and delight in the way he always seems to just wait for you to look at him. When you've made eye contact several times, he winks at you and you can't help but giggle, a kind of warmth spreading through you that has nothing to do with the alcohol. A wide grin stretches across his face as he announces the last song for the night. You give up all pretenses, your eyes basically glued to him until he strums his guitar one last time, then thanks the audience and joins his bandmates as they wander off the stage.

The bands usually pack up, then join the bar's patrons for a few beers. You try not to appear totally desperate and refrain from staring at the door that leads backstage, instead busying yourself with your drink and listening to Amanda, when you feel someone sliding to the bar counter behind you and a hand lands to rest on your shoulder. A very big, very warm hand, you come to notice, before a deep, honeyed voice floats into your ear, causing you to turn around.

“Hi. Can I buy you a drink?”

He seems even bigger up close, and even more handsome, and your lips part slightly, taking him in. You take a beat too long to answer, just sinking into his deep brown eyes, and a grin slowly spreads across his face. “I'm Joel, by the way.” He extends a hand for you to shake and you blink, shaking yourself out of your staring, quickly taking his hand and offering your own name.

His hand dwarfs yours, enveloping it in his warmth and you feel yourself blush. This is the moment, you tell yourself. “I'd love a drink,” you smile at him and he flags down the bartender to take your order. You steal a glance at Amanda, who's nodding enthusiastically.

“So...” Joel drawls when you have your drink, still standing so close to you that you're almost touching, with a smirk playing around the corner of his mouth, “do you have a man, or-?”

Your thoughts briefly flicker to Max, but you find that you can barely remember how devastated you felt mere hours ago, that you can hardly recall his face right now. “No... no, I don't.”

“She most certainly does not, she's all yours,” Amanda chimes in, leaning around you and beaming at Joel.

You can't help but giggle at the entire situation, pleasantly buzzing with both the alcohol in your system and the feeling of having Joel in your direct proximity, and finding him more attractive with every minute that you look at him.

“I really liked your performance,” you tell him and his grin widens.

“Yeah? I could tell, sweetheart.” You laugh; the pet name has your heart soaring in your chest, but you feel completely relaxed with him, not awkward, not desperate to please him or keep his interest. You just feel... good. Really, really good.

Talking to him is easy. He makes you laugh, makes you feel comfortable, and your cheeks almost hurt from smiling so much, but you can't stop. He's constantly touching you, his hand lingering on your shoulder, your arm, sliding down to your waist, and leaving goosebumps in its wake.

When he pulls at your hips to pull you off your bar stool, you quickly follow his lead, letting him sway you around to the music that's now playing from the juke box, giggling the entire time. You feel like a teenager, but you couldn't care less. You're tipsy, you're happy, the easily most attractive man that you've ever met seems to be more than interested in you – you feel amazing.

Joel's hand comes up to cup your face, his calloused fingertips brushing over your cheek and you lean into his touch. His eyes flick down to your lips and your breath stutters in your chest. Your arms wrap around his neck at the same time that he leans in until his mouth meets yours, your lips eagerly opening against his.

A pleased hum is rumbling up in his chest and both of his hands grab at your hips, pulling your body flush against him as his tongue licks into your mouth. Your hands burrow into the messy curls at his neck and you all but whimper against his lips. You feel his mouth curl into a smile before he pulls away, the look in his eyes a little dazed, mirroring your own.

“You you wanna come home with me?” he asks quietly, “I live right around the corner.”

There's no need to even think about it, you want this man desperately. You quickly check on Amanda, who waves you off with a shit-eating grin and some rather crude words of encouragement.

You swing your glittery purse over your shoulder and Joel whistles lowly. “That's fancy. I like it.”

Your eyes widen slightly. “You do?”

“Yeah. Suits you.” A wide smile is spreading across your face and, without a second thought, you grab his hand to pull him out of the bar.

He really lives close nearby and you're stumbling through a dark hallway barely five minutes later. Joel has his hands on your hips and his lips on your mouth, kissing you roughly as he leads you into what you presume is the direction of his bedroom. He kicks the bedroom door shut behind you and crowds you up against the wood, his hands grabbing at your sides, pulling at the dress, revealing more skin to his touch.

The room is dimly lit, yellow light from the street below filtering in through the windows, and his eyes roam over you. “Fuck, you're so hot,” he growls and captures your mouth in another searing kiss, his hand coming up to palm at your breasts, roughly squeezing the flesh and running his thumb over your nipple through the fabric. You mewl into his mouth and he pulls back breathlessly. “You're an eager little thing, aren't you?” he murmurs and you arch your back, trying to press yourself back into his touch.

“Please, Joel,” you whimper and he chuckles before diving back in, his tongue hot in your mouth and his fingers creeping under your dress, toying with the hem of your underwear.

He pulls it aside, his fingers grazing your already soaked folds and you buck your hips into his touch. He slides your dress up higher until his hand comes to rest on your bare hip and he searches your face.

“You're feeling good? You want this?”

You nod eagerly and he tuts softly. “Gotta let me hear it, sweetheart.”

You bite your lip, his respectfulness paired with the dark look in his eyes spurring your arousal on even further. “I want it, please.”

“Good girl, so polite too,” he murmurs and your legs almost buckle underneath you. His hand travels back between your legs, grabbing at your underwear and quickly pulling it off of you, before his fingers are back, sliding through your wetness and circling your clit slowly.

“Fuck, you're dripping. So good for me, all eager and ready, huh?”

The whine that comes out of you sounds faintly like a “yes” and he presses another kiss to your lips, before he thrusts two fingers into you, stretching you deliciously.

“Fucking tight,” he murmurs against your mouth, his voice sounding wrecked already. He sets a languid pace, pausing every so often to curl his fingers deep within you, hitting that spongy spot that has your legs shaking and your hands grabbing at his shoulders as high-pitched whines fall out of your mouth.

You can see the pleased smirk on his face as you're falling apart on just his fingers. His other hand travels up to the straps of your dress, pulling them down and revealing your breasts to him.

His lips suck on the newly exposed flesh and you hear him mutter, “so fucking pretty” against your skin. His mouth travels to your nipple, flicking his tongue over the hardened bud, while his fingers keep thrusting and curling inside of you.

Heat is boiling in your abdomen, licking at your spine and you can almost taste your orgasm already. “Joel, I'm gonna- please don't stop, please,” you manage to breathe out.

“You're gonna come on my fingers, pretty girl?” he asks, before sucking your nipple back into his mouth. “Go ahead, let me feel it.” His thumb starts to toy with your clit in quick, precise circles, and you gasp. The heat spreads through your entire body as your orgasm takes hold of you, your toes curling and your legs shaking while you pulse wildly around his fingers.

“Good girl, you look so pretty when you come,” Joel whispers, trailing kisses from your breasts up to your neck as you slowly come down from your high.

Joel maneuvers you to his bed, supporting your weight and gently setting you down until you're sprawled out on the covers. You can still feel the aftershocks from your orgasm, but your want for him is coursing through you like a wildfire and you eagerly stretch your arms out for him.

He chuckles, mumbling something about you being insatiable and quickly pulls his shirt over his head, revealing golden skin and a body that's obviously strong and muscular, but he still has a softness to him.

You sit back up and scoot closer, your hands flying to his beltbuckle as you press kisses against his belly, reveling in the way his breath hitches and his muscles are twitching under your mouth.

You tilt your head up, silently asking for permission as you tug on his pants and he nods, smiling down at you. You pull his pants and underwear down in one go, desperate to see all of him, and you can't help the soft gasp that escapes your mouth at the sight before you.

He's fucking big, and you should probably worry about fitting all of him inside of you, but instead the fire in your abdomen is flaring up again and you subconsciously press your thighs together.

Joel leans down to you, pulling your already bunched up dress over your head and leaving you just as bare as he is.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” he smirks.

“I- yeah,” you nod, shyly smiling up at him and he pecks your lips.

“Me too.”

He crowds you in, his broad body looming over yours as you lay back down on the bed and his fingers find their way in between your legs again. He grazes your clit, then swirls a finger through your wetness, spreading it on your inner thighs, and your hips buck up into his touch, causing him to chuckle.

“Impatient little thing.”

You can barely form a coherent thought, you're desperate to feel his cock inside of you and you eagerly part your legs when he situates his body between them. He grabs at your thigh, spreading you open even wider, before landing a playful slap against the backside. An almost embarrassingly loud moan escapes you and Joel's smirk turns downright feral.

“You liked that, sweetheart? You like it when I'm a little rough with you?”

He's grinding his hips against you, sliding his cock through your wetness, the tip almost catching at your entrance. You're past the point of caring, nodding mindlessly, you just want him inside of you.

“Fuck, yes, please Joel, please.”

“Should've known,” he mumbles, “it's always the quiet ones. Actin' all shy, but you need it bad, don't you? Gonna fuck you so good, take such good care of you, don't you worry.”

You whimper, your breath catching in your throat when he lines his cock up with your center, his tip already parting your walls, but he stops himself again. “Tell me once more, sweetheart. You still good, still want this?”

“Yes Joel, fuck, I want it,” you whine. The words have barely left your mouth when he slams into you, filling you to the brim. You cry out at the sudden intrusion, your walls fluttering around his length, trying to accommodate him as he's splitting you open. The stretch is intense, bordering on painful, but you still feel yourself getting wetter around him, pain turning into pleasure as he stills inside of you for a few moments to let you adjust.

“Goddamn it, you're tight, you're taking me so good, such a good fuckin' girl.”

His mouth is close to your ear, muttering filth to you with his hot breath fanning against the sensitive skin on your neck. Another loud moan falls from your mouth at his words and you clench around his cock that's still buried deep inside of you, causing him to groan.

“Yeah you like that, wanna be a good girl for me, don't you?”

You nod breathlessly and he pulls out almost entirely before slamming back into you, setting a brutal rhythm that's forcing moans from your throat and has you wildly clenching around him. One of his hands is playing with your nipples again, pinching and pulling at your delicate flesh and sending delicious sparks of pleasure straight to your core while he's still fucking you deeply. It's incredible, already easily the best you've ever had, but you still want more, want him deeper.

“Oh my god, p-please Joel,” you stutter.

“Please what?”

“H-harder, please.” He growls at that, pulling himself out of you and flipping you around until you're on your knees, presenting your ass to him. He presses his cock back into you, knocking the air out of your lungs, and his hand connects with the skin on your ass cheek in a harsh slap.

“Knew you were a filthy little thing, fuck, just waitin' around for someone to give it to you hard, huh?” he growls. The way he's talking to you is going straight to your core and you feel a second high approaching rapidly.

His hand tangles in your hair, making a fist and pulling until you're arching your back, slightly changing the angle and letting him hit a spot inside of you that absolutely devastates you. There's stars dancing across your eyes, your thighs are quivering and your walls are pulsing rhythmically.

“Not someone, just- just for you,” you moan out, shuddering around him as another orgasm washes over you, your vision swimming and you're clamping down on him.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Joel mutters, his hands grabbing your hips roughly and holding onto you with strong hands as he stills his movements and spills himself deep inside of you.

You feel almost delirious as Joel hugs you tightly to his body, kissing you deeply before he gently lays you down on the bed. He cleans you up, gets you a glass of water and covers you with a thick blanket before he slides into bed beside you.

His arm wraps around your middle and he pulls you closer against his chest, engulfing you in his warmth and peppering your bare neck and shoulders with kisses. You nuzzle into him, your eyes falling shut as you relax under his soft touches. You can't remember the last time you felt this good. Protected, cared for, happy.

“Sweetheart?” Joel's voice sounds from behind you and you give a little hum. “I know this started out like a one night thing, but-” he pauses, almost sounding a little shy, “promise me that you won't just vanish in the morning, okay?” You smile and crane your head to press your lips against his once more.

“I promise.”

a/n #2: ...yeah, this would definitely fix me. shout out to the real life amanda for being an amazing friend and the best hype woman, thank you for yelling about pedro with me 24/7. also shout out to the real life patrick for being an amazing boyfriend and providing us with insights about the male sexual experience lol. thank you guys for being the best adoptive parents to my third-wheeling single ass. <3

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a little bit of fun

this is my attempt at a drabble (1.8ish-k words), this is for/dedicated to/inspired by @laracrofted and @theharddeck because sometimes a threesome can be and is something so personal and healing <3 i hope you enjoy!! i have nothing else to say for myself lmao - minors DNI! warnings: threesome (mmf, and the boys do kiss hehe), dp (PiV, unprotected) + ass play (oops lol), spanking, dacryphilia a bit, pining if you squint tagging?? @sebsxphia @sometimesanalice @waklman @joaquinwhorres @gretagerwigsmuse @lewmagoo @genius2050 @seresinsweetie

You're midway through taking your first sip of the perfect ice cold beer when a deep voice behind you intones, "We saw you from across the bar, we liked your vibe."

Turning around slowly, you turn a very unimpressed gaze upon Jake and Javy, both of whom are sporting shit eating grins. They're clearly amused with themselves.

"What is this gay lovers bit you guys are doing?" You raise an eyebrow at the pair, nodding your head at where Javy has an arm draped across Jake's shoulders. "And why do you think it's going to work?"

If you're honest, the two of them are a sight to behold. They both somehow glow under the artificial lighting of the Hard Deck, and their uniforms are too form-fitting to not be tailored, despite you knowing they're not. Truly, it's unfair how attractive the both of them are.

"It's worked before, sweetheart," Jake's smile is sharklike, but there's little real bite behind it. It's Javy you've got to keep an eye on.

"Thought we might try again." Javy lets his eyes scan your body lazily, not even bothering to hide the way his gaze fixates on the way your thighs press against the barstool and the way your tits strain against the sundress you'd thrown on.

"Well, you're shit outta luck. Not looking to get disappointed one more time today." You make to turn the barstool around, but then Jake's crowding you against the bar.

He's so fucking warm and solid against you, you almost don't know what to do. But you push weakly against his chest and try to make a help expression at Javy over his shoulder. He just shakes his head.

"Disappointed? Baby, if I remember correctly you were–"

You don't let him finish because you slap a hand over his mouth and exclaim, "Okay! None of that please. I'll get Penny to ring the bell if you finish that sentence."

Behind Jake, Javy just smiles warmly at you and his expression melts into something that sends a lightning bolt of arousal through you, "Just one drink?"

"Fine. One."

"Thought you said, uh, you didn't want to do this again," Jake's voice is strained with the way he's holding himself back from thrusting up into you. "Fuck, you're tight."

All you can do is moan in response as you drop your forehead to rest on his shoulder. Every single one of your nerves feels like it's on fire and you think you might be running a fever. Stradling Jake's hips and sandwiched between the two men, with Jake's cock already buried inside of you and Javy steadily sliding into you, your mind is swimming with arousal.

"Nah, our girl loves a little hate fuck." Javy emphasizes his last word with a little thrust, one that jostles both you and Jake up the bed just slightly.

Despite the copious amounts of prep and what feels like a good third of the bottle of lube Jake keeps in his bedside table (which he vehemently denies he bought just for when this keeps happening), you still feel the slight stretch as Javy inches inside you alongside Jake. You're panting and whining; you can't even bring yourself to care about the fact that you're supposed to not want this. The two of them are relentless, Javy behind you, Jake under you.

"Shit, shit, fuck!" You gasp out as Javy finally bottoms out. "Both of you aren't supposed to have huge dicks," You pause to let out a whine as Jake rocks his hips up just slightly, "That's against the laws of nature or something."

"The fact that you're talking so much means we're doing something wrong," Javy laughs lightly and smacks your ass in a way that makes you jolt.

"Shit, Javy, you gotta warn me before you do that." Jake attempts levity but you can hear the way he's fighting the urge to throw caution and coordination to the wind, press his feet into the mattress, and fuck you with abandon.

Javy doesn't respond, instead he makes his point by using one of his huge hands to grab your hip and the other to grab you by the ribs and dragging you back against his hips and down onto both his and Jake's cocks. A surprised groan leaves Jake and you squeal.

You bite Jake's neck to try and muffle the moans that are bursting from your chest at the way Javy's hands feel on you, the way Jake keeps petting your sides but also pinching your nipples. He usually complains the morning after, but never in the moment.

It would surprise most people, you think, the way the two operate in bed. Javy's usually confident in that quiet way that lets you know he's competent, whereas Jake is all ego. Every time you've found yourself in this exact position though, or some form of it, it's Javy who's in charge.

You're digging your nails into Jake's shoulders and trying to breathe through the onslaught of sensations as Javy sets a brutal pace, your forehead buried in Jake's neck. He throws his head back and pushes his hips up just as Javy pulls out and the way the two slide past each other instead of with each other might haunt you for the rest of your life.

When Javy puts a hand on the back of your neck for leverage, you know you can't hold on to your ploy any longer. You lose yourself in the way your bodies move in tandem, the way Jake moans and pants are right by your ear. Javy spanks you again and you feel the tears on your cheeks before you register that you're crying at all.

Then Javy's lips are up against your ear, "Fuck, look at you, taking our cocks so well. You're so fucking perfect, made for this, made to be stretched out and fucked."

Jake groans when Javy's lips brush his over your shoulder and then he's babbling too, "Shit, Javy, I can feel her squeezing us. Baby, I can't believe you pretend you don't love this."

You think you might be trying to defend yourself, might be trying to tell them that it makes it fun when everyone involved knows that this is how you'll end up anyway, but you can't form words. All your attention is on the way the curls at the base of Jake's cock are rubbing on your clit, the way one of Javy's hands has sneaked around to the nipple he's learned is more sensitive than the other. You think you might be drooling as you moan mindlessly.

Then, the moment of light tenderness is over when Javy leans back slightly and chuckles darkly before saying, "Jake, watch this."

His free hand grabs your ass and spreads you open. Then he spits. You moan at the sensation of the coolness against you, til he gently prods at you with his thumb and you choke off the sound. You jerk away from the sensation involuntarily, a little too fucked out to control your body, a little too turned on to do anything but gasp out a desperate please.

"Fuck, Javy, do it again, she loves it." Jake lifts your face away from his neck so he can look into your eyes, so he can see the way they flutter at the sensation of being so goddamn full.

You can only imagine what you look like–sweat plastering your hair to your forehead and neck, eyes slightly red from crying, lips bitten to hell. He keeps eye contact as Javy repeats his actions and your eyes roll back. Your eyes are closed when his hand slides from your face to your neck and just holds you there.

The moan you let out when Javy moves his hand from the back of your neck to trail feather-light down your back is animalistic, it tears itself out of your chest as you feel yourself cry again. Jake tries to keep an even pace with the rhythm of Javy's hips, but you can feel the way they're starting to lose pace, clearly both close.

Then Javy starts talking. It's always the same when you're all so fucked out, the barriers come down.

"Such a good fucking girl, you should see the way you're stretched around us, good god, never going to let you go. Should keep you here so we can do this every day, fuck you full of us, sweet, sweet girl." His voice has lost its hard edge, but he keeps the tip of his finger in your ass, his other hand on your lower back.

"Fuck, you're so good to us. You look so good like this, bent over for me, I bet Jake loves the way your tits feel. You're so fucking incredible."

Jake somehow finds it in himself to speak up too, "Come for us, c'mon baby, let go, wanna feel you come around us so fucking bad. Let go, come for us."

They've never failed to talk you through it. It makes your heart clench in your chest in a way that it shouldn't when you're split open on their cocks, when your eyes are too glazed over to really see the expression on Jake's face where he's now holding your face firmly in one of his hands.

They hold you when you finally fall apart, barely faltering. Jake keeps chanting something about your tight fucking cunt and Javy pets your back and calls you our best girl.

Jake finishes next with a grunt that breaks off into a moan as he shoves his hips up hard into you, and you shudder from oversensitivity. When Javy comes it's sloppy, like it always is, his cum adding to the warmth of Jake already inside you. Everyone's oversensitive but Javy keeps the three of you rocking together til you come to and whine and smack Jake in the chest, til you brace yourself on him so you can reach back and try to hit Javy too.

"There you are..." He murmurs as he pulls out and you almost collapse from the way you know his eyes are hyper focused on the mixture of his and Jake's cum leaking out of you.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," You grind out as you roll off Jake and throw an arm over your eyes, remembering that you're supposed to hate them, but also bone tired.

Jake's arms are still around you and your legs are draped on Javy's thighs, his hands now petting your calves and thighs. It's strangely domestic and soothing despite the way you ache and you know you'll need them to hold you for the next hour. They always do it more than enthusiastically, working as well together to take care of you afterwards as they do a team in the air.

In that moment though, Javy's smile is devilish when you peek at him and you know Jake is wearing a matching expression, "Why? You offering?"

"Oh, fuck you."

"Already did, baby, already did."

read the companion fic - “it’s not rotten work (not if it’s you)”

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prettyboykatsuki · 1 year

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territorial woes | k. leona

✮ tags ; fem!reader (referred to as leonas woman very briefly) fluff, territorial / needy leona , he is sickly in love in this sorry they're so domestic, one singular sex joke, this is a college au so everyone is over 18 for sake of my sanity, sfw but this blog is 18+ so minors don't follow please and ty

✮ wc ; 2k (? ? ?)

✮ a /n ; im so embarassed that this is leaving my fingertips actually. i do have to clarify like... i dont rlly think leona gets jealous easily but he can be kind of childish bc he's spoiled if that makes sense lmao. i was so Plauged by this i couldnt sleep its like 4am. i took my melatonin at midnight im so sick. blame @/petrichorium i am not responsible.

✮ synopsis ; leona kingscholar is often annoyed, but not usually over something like this.

He shouldn't have come to class.

The clock on the wall is agitating. Tick, tick, tick. On repeat over and over, plainly the same and piercing. Leona is sensitive to his surroundings, and particularly to noise.

He hates loud noises and sharp cries and he hates the sound of the damn clock in Trein's classroom. He's never been a fan of the classroom setting, general lack of motivation aside. It goes against his very nature to listen to boring lectures and sit through assignments he's already done hundreds of times.

All of his education from being young royalty paid off but ultimately amounts to nothing, because if he wants to graduate he still has to do this all over again.

He's a hunter, so he's not opposed to sitting and lying in wait if there's a promise of reward at the end. If all this sitting around with a twitching ear and bored sigh would amount to anything he'd be a little less annoyed with attending.

And there was one, originally. A thing, that Leona had wanted (which he can only admit to himself begrudgingly) that was worth hauling his ass out of the peaceful botanical garden and into class today. That very thing which is currently giggling their heart out to one of those idiot freshman from the Heartslyabul dorm.

Tick, tick, tick. Leona snaps his jaw close and tears his eyes from the sight, nose scrunched in frustration with a knuckle pushed against his temple.

He wants to go back to his dorm. But he can't. He won't until he gets what he even came for.

The presence of another person alerts his senses, but he relaxes upon realizing it's Ruggie, sitting on the edge of his desk with that usual smug air about him. Leon passes him a glance but doesn't say a word.

"Somethin' troublin' you, my liege? Shyehehe."

Leona all but growls.

"Shut your trap or I'll hang you up by your tail."

"Ouch. That bothered by it, huh?"

"I'm not bothered by squat."

Ruggie laughs hard at that and Leona considers throwing him through a wall. Ruggie is also looking ahead where you at, staring a little more openly than Leona is. He whistles under his breath. He can't remember the names of the two brats, but they're always together. One of them with orange hair and the other with the short blue.

"They're pretty close with those two, yanno. Heard they were having sleep-overs and all durin' their first year.''

Leona narrows his eyes. The clock ticks on. Ruggie grins and Leona knows he should just up and leave. It's stupid to be hanging around here. It's lame that he's even looking. He should just go up there and—

"They're best friends, basically. Been like that since before you two had a thing going too. Way before that, I think."

Leona knows well enough what Ruggie is doing. What Hyena's are good at, goading his annoyance to push him to act. He's looking for a show, and Leona is nearly tempted to give him one. Nearly.

You're not the fierce type like the women back home. You probably wouldn't think twice about it, just bat your little lashes and wave your friends goodbye like the herbivore you are if he decided to drag you away. You'd pester him, follow him around while he acted moody and cold for a while before frowning.

You'd get mad at first, before huffing and saying sorry for something you didn't even do. Mumbling and poking around until Leona eventually drags you in his bed to nap instead of being outright about any of it. If his sister-in-law knew he was acting like such a kid to his woman, he'd never hear the end of it. It's that voice in his head that keeps him stuck in his chair, seething.

"Not like you to be so docile, King." Ruggie says. Leona shoots him a mean enough glare that he backs away in fear.

It's not like he's being docile. Not really. There's more to it than that.

Thing is, Leona is used to being chased. Regardless of his inferiority in birthright, he's still royalty. Royalty means plenty of people itching to get in his good graces to get a taste of the highlife. Leona is used to cheap tactics of seduction and luxury in order to earn his favor - he can smell it from away. He's always half expecting to uncover secret intentions.

It never happens. You are all by all measures, frustratingly sincere. Leona doesn't really know how to respond to it. You don't pay mind to his royalty or his ability aside from a normal amount of awe. You're an herbivore firstly, and a stranger to this world after that. Whatever traits in Leona you've latched onto, he can't wrap his head around nor does he understand.

It's the first time in his life that he's gotten into a romantic entanglement like this. Where everything is all lovey-dovey and things are so important. He's always been respectful to his women but he's never been seriously in love in his life. It's different from just being decent. He cares what you think to an extent that's unfamiliar. It's not like he'd ever fix his mouth to say all that, but it really matters that he does things the right way.

Leona doesn't usually act in self-interest, to begin with. Cocky as he may be - he's still king and kings act in the interest of his people. Regardless of what it looks like, you are part of his people. His pride, in more simple terms.

It's not being docile as much as it's an effort to show some respect for you.

Leona isn't usually jealous about petty, trivial shit. It doesn't matter to him what you do or who you do it with in your own time. He likes that you're independent, too.

He is however, a territorial apex predator and a prince. For better or for worse whenever he looks at you, all he can see is to prey animals encroaching on his territory.

That's the part of him that's raring to go. Teeth clenched and agitated, brows all drawn together in frustration. Leona wants to go back to his dorm, but he wont without what he came for. It's putting him in a bad mood.

But ultimately, he doesn't move from his spot. Ruggie leaves eventually when his mood has soured completely. His head is on the desk and he's got his eyes closed, but his ears twitched at the sound of your chair dragging on the floor.

"Can you guys walk Grimm back to the door? I'm gonna go with Leona. Thanks! See you later,"

And just like that, the classroom clears of the last nuisances occupying it. Leaving only you and Leona and that ticking clock together.

He hears you walk up to him before he sees it. Your voice is annoyingly pleasant to listen to.

"Leona? You sleeping already?"

He's starting to understand why his older brother folded at every single word that came out of his sister-in-laws mouth. He lifts his head just barely to look at you and you're looking at him all wide-eyed. He wants to tick you off a little, but can't conjure up any ideas.

"You done with those little yippin' herbivores you call friends? Can we leave now?"

You frown.

"You're in a bad mood. And don't be mean to them, they are actually my friends, you know?"

He scoffs and your frown deepens.

"Leonaaa," You drag out the syllables of his name as you stand beside him "What's wrong with you?"

He hears you pull a chair up. When he finally sits up, you're sitting directly in front of him on a chair turned backwards. There's hardly any room between you. Your face is twisted up with worry.

Leona reaches to pinch your nose. You pull away making his lips twitch upward.

"I shouldn't've came to class." He complains. You rub your nose but don't say anything back, considering him.

"I didn't think it was that bad today though. I guess it might always be for you though since you know like, everything, but I don't—"

Before you can keep going, he leans forward to press his lips to yours. It shuts you up effectively. Your lips are soft. They're sweet and a little sticky - mouth warm and welcoming.

When he pulls away, you blink at him.

"What were you sayin'." He asks.

You look a little taken aback.

"I don't know. Oh, uhm. I liked the lesson. It's fun to learn stuff about this world, I guess." You stumble over your words like you're shy. It's ironic to him, but charming all the same.

He grins.

"What? You nervous after a little kiss?" He teases.

You flush.

"You're not usually that forward, dummy. Which brings me to my question again, what's up? You're sulking."

"What the hell? I'm not sulkin'"

"Yes you are. Your doing the little nose scrunch thing too. Did something happen?"

He pushes the comment about his nose scrunch away entirely because he's sure thinking about too long is gonna get on his nerves. He glares at you for a while, debating on what he should say. Truth is, he is a little pissed. But he isn't going to tell you that your little chat with friends is making him territorial. That would be ridiculous.

There's a brief moment of silence before you pause. You tilt your head, eyes shining with curiosity.

"...Were you lonely?" You suggest.

His face drops.

"You're not the jealous type usually, but you're like a big overgrown kitty. So, you missed me right? That's why you're moping?"

The tone of your voice makes him want to pinch you again.

"Watch your mouth, herbivore." He grits, agitation rolling back into his tone like a wave. And you laugh, the nerve of you. Giggle a little as you lean in closer.

"You didn't say no."

"Shut up." He says, weakly.

"Leona," You say his name again, a little sweeter. Purposefully full of affection and he hates everything about how mushy it's making him feel. You reach your hand up to his head, petting behind his ears in the place you know he likes "I'm sorryyy,"

"Do you go 'nd tuck your tail between your legs like this for everyone? Where's your self-respect, huh?" He means to say with a lot more characteristic sarcasm.

But it all comes out gross and sweet sounding instead.

"Mm, no? It's just that my boyfriend is pretty shit at being honest about his feelings so if I don't dote on him he'll wither away like a houseplant and—"

He covers your mouth with his hand and glares at you, faux annoyed. And you're giggling against his palms, all bely laughs. It's all a little nauseating for him. He pulls away by cupping your jaw instead, squishing your face together.

"When'd you get so damn mouthy?" He grumbles.

"Since forever ago." You say through squished lips. He huffs, leaning forward to kiss you a second time. You're all soft everywhere. Squishy and mellow. Leona kisses you three times in the process, each one a little more impatient than the last before releasing you.

He doesn't let go, hand going to cup the back your neck instead. He cradles your head close, sighing against your mouth.

"Annoying," He says. You smile at him and he has to look away to deal with the intensity of it.

"You love me." You say with a smile. If only you knew the half of it.

He doesn't say that of course. Just scoffs as he stands to his feet, dragging you with him. He curls an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. The warmth of your body makes him purr.

"In your dreams. You owe me for cuttin' into my naptime."

"What can I do for you my liege?" You say sarcastically, grabbing his hand openly. He squeezes it "You wanna take a nap with me?"

"Can't promise I'll get you in my bed and not fuck you about it." He says with a lazy chuckle. You nudge his side.

"You're so crass."

"You love me," He mocks. You huff.

"Unfortunately, I do. Could use some rest though," You yawn, and blinking blearily "So nap time it is. 'kay?"

He kisses the side of your head.

"Sounds good t'me."

#leon x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #writing tag #if anyone says anything about me posting this ill explode myself in the michaelwave.... please do not #i was so haunted by this i just needed to get it out of me i am not even. look #i cant explain it like i started sweating

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samiiy20 · 5 months

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I hope you write more parts for your art teacher hyunjin fic! I loved it! 🫶🏻

NA: This took me longer than I expected but here it is, I hope you enjoy it <3

♡ 𝑯𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑯𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒏 ♡

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: Hyunjin x fem!reader 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑒: Smut, a little bit of fluff 𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 2.8k 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: Age difference (keep in mind that they are both of legal age, but still with a notable difference), drunk sex, oral (f) (m), unprotected sex, take photos while having sex, silly fight. If I forget something please tell me.

NA: This is part two, but you can read it separately. Here is the link to pt.1

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The sound of the alarm made you open your eyes, you shifted in bed until you found a warm body. You approached where Hyunjin was and hugged him, he woke up a little only to take you in his arms while you hid your head in his neck.

"We have to go."

"I don't want to," you complained, trying to get closer to him, "I want to stay here."

Hyunjin separated a little just to turn off the sound that was beginning to bother him and return to you, he put a few strands of your hair in place and looked into your eyes, he sighed, feeling a pressure in his chest and kissed your forehead. He loved you and it hurt him how much he did because he couldn't shout it out.

"Stay if you want" he was about to get up but your hands hooked around his waist "I have to go to work."

"A little while" you sat up a little and gave him a kiss on the shoulders "please…"

"I can't" with a lot of effort he managed to get up and get away from your charms, he went to the bathroom without looking at you because he knew that if he did he would run into your arms and that had already cost him several days of delays.

You sighed looking at the time, you could get up and go with him, but you were very tired from the night before. Hyunjin's kisses on your neck, his hands on your breasts, his sweet words in his ear. You wrapped yourself in the sheets breathing in his scent and decided to be happy sleeping a little more, classes could wait.

When Hyunjin saw you asleep, he smiled and approached to kiss you goodbye while he wondered if it would be a good idea to miss work just to be with you, but if he did they would start to get suspicious so he saw you one last time before leaving.

***

When you finally arrived at the university, your third class had already started, but you arrived in time to understand the topic. The day was calm and when lunch time arrived you thought about going to look for Hyunjin so you ran to where you knew he was.

You knocked on the door and opened it, you smiled as you saw the living room alone while he sat going through some papers on the desk. His eyes went to you and he couldn't help but smile when he saw you.

"What are you doing here?"

"Can I come in?" he nodded and closed the door. Being here made you remember things and you blushed just thinking about it "are you busy?"

"I always have time for you" he turned his chair and without being asked you sat on his lap. You grabbed his face and kissed him while you tangled your fingers in his hair "I know, I should cut it off."

"But I like it that way…" They laughed for a moment before looking at the door for some noise. They knew they didn't have much time but they both liked to feel the fear and adrenaline that someone could come in and see them, but they had to be careful. Anyone would be shocked to see a teacher with a student.

Hyunjin didn't wait any longer and he launched himself against your lips, taking your waist. You sighed in surprise but didn't take long to follow the rhythm of his tongue with yours. His hands went down a little, taking your ass, pressing it against his crotch, which was beginning to get hard. His kisses went down your jaw and your neck, one of his hands moved your blouse a little to leave your shoulder free and kiss the marks he had left the night before.

You bit your lips as you felt the pain of his kisses on your bruises, but your hands kept him there to feel him. You could feel your wetness beginning to soak your panties when his free hand slipped under your blouse and caressed your breasts, but before they could continue a noise at the door alerted him, causing them to separate and move as far away from each other as possible. other.

The door opened and they both pretended to be having a normal chat. On the other side was another teacher, he was a friend of Hyunjin's but he didn't think he would come at a time like this.

"Are you busy?" Felix asked, seeing you.

"Ahh…no" Hyunjin looked at you trying to say he was sorry "you can go."

Without saying anything you took your things and left the room, breathing hard because of everything. You had nothing left but to go back to class and wait for the exit to be able to see him again, so you would have to fight with your emotions for a while longer.

***

"Who was? Your student?" Felix asked, narrowing his eyes. Hyunjin nodded, running his fingers through his messy hair and adjusting his glasses, "I've never seen her."

"He only came to claim his grades, you know how they are…" Hyunjin implored his friend to believe him as he pretended to go back to reviewing his papers. Although Felix didn't believe anything his friend told him, he would never think that Hyunjin was so bad to mess with a student, "but what are you doing here?"

"Let's go out tonight, I want to go eat" Hyunjin was planning an excuse but he had already rejected him four times and after what had just happened the last thing he wanted was to give him more reasons to doubt "what do you say?"

"Sure, see you at night."

***

"I'm so sorry…" Hyunjin asked for the tenth time that night, you had gotten angry because he forgot that you were going to your parents today "I'm really sorry, but I couldn't say no."

You crossed your arms, turning around to leave the room, it was an important day for you, you were supposed to start doing things right and going to your parents was the first step. You locked yourself in another room while you heard him knock on the door.

"Honey, please…"

"It doesn't matter, I already told them we won't go, go with your friend."

"Oh really?" Despite your anger you couldn't blame him, he had a lot on his mind, his work, his friends and now his complicated relationship. It still bothered you that I forgot.

"Just go away."

"I promise I'll make it up to you."

You groaned at his indifference and listened as he took his things and left the house. You clenched your fists as you tried to cry out, you hadn't really wanted to go with your parents, you would be very nervous just thinking about how they would react when you told them that he was older than you, you would omit details of course, but the mere idea of thinking about it made you sick.

You came out of your hiding place calmer and took refuge in the shower trying to settle your ideas until Hyunjin returned to talk more calmly, at first you waited for him in the living room, you prepared food and alcohol to pass the time, a movie would be enough, but at the end Seeing that it wasn't coming, you put another one in and poured yourself another glass of alcohol, it ran out and you went for another one and another until the liquid was gone.

When Hyunjin returned you could barely keep your eyes open, but the sound of his footsteps made you raise your head to see him stagger to where you were.

"I'm here…" he fell on the couch next to you, he saw the bottle and smiled, turning to see your face flushed from the drink.

"Are you drunk?" You nodded, containing your impulses to throw yourself into his arms. "Me too."

-I know…"

"Do you want us to talk?" You denied, trying to get up. "Do you want to sleep?" He asked, helping you guide you to the room. You denied again when he turned on the light and before he could ask something again, you hung onto his neck. They both staggered, making their heads spin.

"Fuck me."

Hyunjin looked into your eyes and noticed how you moved closer to his lips. He let you take it and begin a slow kiss, tasting the alcohol on your lips as he stirred with the taste of his. He wanted to pick you up and stick his cock in there, but you were both dizzy and if he tried you'd probably end up on the floor.

He started walking towards the bed until your feet collided with it making you sit on the edge. He delighted in seeing your face from above and felt how his pants began to tighten. You noticed the bulge in them and without thinking too much you unzipped them freeing his cock. You licked your lips as you saw a drop spill from the tip to the base, you looked into his eyes smiling before giving him a kiss to start torturing him.

Hyunjin let out a moan as he felt your wet tongue play with his tip, he let you do what you wanted, he felt guilty for what he had done and said he would make it up to you, but the alcohol in his veins made everything more intense. He moaned as he felt the back of your throat, he looked at you for a second and noticed how you moved slowly, he needed to keep his hands busy if he didn't want to fuck your face.

"Honey… stop joking."

You took his cock out of your mouth starting to pump him with your hand while you watched him from below smiling. You knew what to do to make him desperate and you knew it wouldn't last long. You left kisses on the tip of it as you squeezed and released it, keeping a smile on your lips as you watched as he began to clench his fists before holding your head.

Hyunjin was starting to get dizzy from the pleasure and he felt like the knot in his stomach wouldn't hold out much longer. He closed his eyes to try not to watch how your mouth devoured his cock but he also wanted to portray it…

Before you could continue, your boyfriend separated from you and you thought you had finally made it, but when you saw him go to one of the drawers and look for something you felt confused. When he turned around he saw that he was carrying a camera.

"What are you doing?"

"I just want to remember this moment…" he stood in front of you like before and you finally understood, the idea of him taking photos while you had sex made you even more horny but at the same time embarrassed you, but the alcohol in your blood made you stop to think and continue with what you were doing.

You put his member in your mouth and began to move without stopping, Hyunjin's moans echoed in your ears accompanied by the camera button. You closed your eyes concentrating on giving him pleasure while you moved your hips to try to relieve the tension between your legs.

"Look at me honey."

Your eyes obeyed, looking at how the camera was pointing in your direction and you smiled without removing his cock from your mouth, you felt it throb, you knew he was close and without taking your eyes off the camera lens you sucked his cock, feeling his semen fill your throat.

You moaned as you tasted it, your hands had hooked onto hIS thighs and were now painted by the marks of your nails. You pulled away, taking a deep breath and licking the traces of her scenicness from the corner of your mouth.

"You're beautiful" Hyunjin took your face and leaned in a little to try himself on your lips.

You grabbed his neck, dragging him with you until he was on top of you. He put the camera aside while his hands were in charge of undressing you, his lips ran down your neck passing over your breasts, his fingers slowly ran over your stomach making your skin crawl, but you needed him to touch you.

"Hyunjin…please"

"What do you want, honey?" He pulled away from you, unbuttoning his shirt, leaving his chest bare, knowing that you liked the way his muscles were defined. "Ask me."

"I want to feel your mouth," he smiled, handing you the camera as he tossed the shirt to the side. You weren't very good with photos, but you still saw it through the camera lens and when you saw it above you, you pressed the button recording this moment forever.

Hyunjin heard the sound of his camera and continued, first he ran his tongue over your nipples, rolling and biting them while the button of his camera resonated in his ears, he slowly went down your abdomen until he reached the hem of your shorts and took them off, looking at you. the wet spot on your panties. He pressed a kiss before removing them to taste you and then ripped them off from you, eager to sink into your scenery.

You moaned as you felt his hands caressing your thighs while he licked your center. You closed your eyes enjoying his tongue on your folds but you struggled to open them and capture this moment. His tongue attacked your clit while his fingers played with your entrance until he decided to sink them. You arched your back and with trembling hands pressed the button.

His tongue circling it made your head spin, but he knew that wouldn't be enough to make you lose control, he was playing with you and he knew it. You moved your hips towards his face as his fingers began to move in and out, curving them a little to touch your sensitive spot. Your body tensed, feeling the knot in your stomach try to unravel, eager for your release you grabbed his hair making him bury his mouth deeper into you, his eyes looked at you and you felt him smile. His fingers didn't stop moving as he felt your insides tighten around his fingers, his tongue didn't stop when he heard you moan louder and saw how you struggled to focus the camera. You took one last photo before sighing in relief and feeling your body relax, Hyunjin pulled back without taking his eyes off the mess you had made, he leaned in to kiss you.

"I need you so much," your voice shook when you spoke but it only made Hyunjin's cock hard again. He pressed his hips against yours to feel you and you moaned when he ran his cock through your soaked, sensitive pussy, "just do it."

He obeyed your requests, drawing a sigh from both of you, looking for the camera before standing up and taking a photo of your joined bodies. He took another one of your face and bit his lip as he saw your messy hair and flushed cheeks, he moved and pressed the button recording your expressions as he began a slow but sure pace.

You grabbed your breasts, massaging them and showing off your nipples. You were so focused on your pleasure that the sound of the camera mixed with your moans.

"Hyunjin…I'm close."

"I know" he was also on the edge but he wanted to take one last photo "turn around."

You positioned yourself as he asked, you listened to how he kept the last memory of the night. He groaned at the sight of your body bent over the mattress and threw the camera to slam his hand on your butt. He grabbed your hips and he started moving fast. The sensitivity of both made everything faster, more intense, more pleasurable. They had both already arrived once and they wouldn't last long, especially you. You felt your pussy contract around his cock and your hands gripped the sheets as you screamed his name over and over again.

Your legs were shaking and you broke free again, leaving him behind, but he didn't stop and your sensitive body didn't know how much it could take. You looked back, Hyunjin had his eyes fixed on your ass but they connected with yours for a moment and that was enough to make his entire body clench releasing inside of you. They both let out a last sigh and you let yourself fall onto the mattress, exhaustion taking over your body and you closed your eyes to catch your breath. You felt Hyunjin's body next to yours, he adjusted your hair in his place and kissed your forehead.

"I love you" he covered your face with kisses "we will make this work, I promise you."

You opened your eyes and kissed him one last time before resting.

"I love you."

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thewritingofspencerrose · 4 months

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Risky Romance: A Series

Risky Romance

Max Verstappen x OC!Wolff x Daniel Ricciardo

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mercedesamgf1 the day we've all been waiting for is back! baby boss has returned to the paddock! (to support her father, no other reason ...)

gisellewolff well... maybe another reason

danielricciardo hi, i'm the other reason 🙋

gisellewolff but so glad to be in the paddock with my parents this weekend! rooting for you lewishamilton and georgerussel63!

georgerussel63 carmen and i were so glad to get to catch up about your studies and the prema advances!

lewishamilton always great to see you elle :)

"Papa? I'm going to go visit Redbull, okay?" I alert my father, not asking for permission although in the form of a question, but announcing my plan to visit Daniel.

"Just be sure to not bother the team too much. I do not need Christian coming for my head because you're distracting his driver."

"Danny is still reserve, Papa," I correct, cherishing him just as much but feeling the need to remind.

"I don't believe that's the driver he was referencing," Susie's voice chimes in, her lips meeting the top of my head before I stand from my seat in hospitality.

I don't dignify the comment with a response, as they both know I won't after the months of teasing.

"Lewis, would you mind walking Giselle to Redbull?"

"Dad that's-"

"Not a problem in the slightest," Lew interrupts, making my father smirk. In another life, Lewis Hamilton is his son, and I'm the milkman's daughter.

"Dad, there is no reason for one of your drivers to walk me to through the paddock," I try to reason, glancing around. "I'm sure James here could walk me, right James?" I question, pulling the random engineer under my arm, his lips forming a smirk.

"Of -"

"No, Lewis will do it," Papa interrupts, patting Lew on the back. "Enjoy Redbull, do not cause trouble," He instructs, waving before pulling James away, the poor boy looking scared to death.

"Why is he like this?" I ask the man left beside me, his arm coming around my shoulder and pulling me into his side, starting our trek.

"Because James made a comment about wanting to sleep with you last team meeting and wasn't as quiet as he thought," Lew answers, ruffling my hair as he always does. "George almost kicked his ass."

"George did?" I can't help but laugh, brows up to my hairline. "That doesn't sound like Georgie."

"Okay, so maybe it was me, but can you blame me?"

"What is my girl blaming you for?" Danny's voice interrupts our conversation, the walk to Redbull being far shorter than when I was younger.

I can't help but giggle, Daniel's arms pulling me into him as Lew raises his brows, considering if it's worth poor James' life telling Danny the joke. "I was going to sock a Mercedes engineer for wanting to sleep with your girl."

"Lewis Hamilton! Don't make me get Christian to banish you!"

"You're lucky I don't banish you, Wolff," Chrisitian's voice is the one to respond, his eyes showing the insincerity that his voice does not as he approaches with Max.

"And with that, I'm going to head back to Mercedes," Lew speaks up, not entirely a fan of the team principle in front of us. "I'll let your dad know that you're in safe hands."

"Thank you Lew, I'll be back for family dinner."

"Family dinner?" Max is the one to question as Christian wonders off, the Dutchman coming over and kissing my cheek, fist-bumping Danny as he stands by his side.

"Mercedes team dinner. We always have one on quali night. Danny comes with if he doesn't have plans. I'm sure you'd be welcome as well, especially if you're our date," I can't help but invite along.

"If I was your date?"

"Our date, yes. Just tag along with Danny and I, you wouldn't mind, right love?" I ask, a smile bright on my face and eyes pouty.

Danny shakes his head, a knowing smile on his handsome face as he looks between Max and I.

I remember when Daniel had first told me about his and Max's "moments of weakness" from before I came around, the nights they had spent together while in drunk stupors.

I also remember asking Danny why he was with me when he so clearly loved Max. It took us a month and a half before I would say yes to being his girlfriend purely because I didn't believe he was interested in me for the right reasons.

But as I've gotten to know Max, I can see the appeal.

Hence inviting him to be our date.

"Please Maxie?" I request, pouty eyes turned on him this time around and his exterior crumbling, a smirk coming to his lips.

Because this isn't that young, awkward man that Danny had met all I met way back when. He's a grown man, older than I am, and there's something in his eyes that suggests he knows why I'm suggesting what I am.

And he doesn't look against it.

"Anything for you, Elle."

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fanartka · 2 months

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can you tag your mid ass AI art so nobody gotta look at that crap thanks 🌹

My answer is "No."

And this is the line beyond which my patience finally ceases to be patient.

@docty-strange If you can't see beauty, then maybe you shouldn't force your radical opinion on those who don't need it.

AI is a tool with which a person can translate his ideas, his thoughts from words into an image, a way for an artist to create something in a style different from his own and sometimes adopt an idea, a well-generated fold of a patterned garment or something similar to use already in what he draws with his own hands.

This is not an enemy, not a devil, it is not even intelligence, it is a tool, like Photoshop and other programs, including programs that people use to improve the quality of screenshots and photos, by the way.

I am old enough to remember heated discussions about the idea that digital artists are not real artists, but just hacks. And although I'm not old enough to remember the Luddites, I'm sure they had very similar rhetoric when they broke machines that only improved people's lives.

Every time something new appears, most people perceive it as a threat. There are still people who blame smartphones and computers for all human ills, just as a few centuries ago fanatics believed that the devil sat in the clock and turned the mechanism. I think our ancestors, who first began to use sharpened stones instead of fists, were also perceived as something strange and threatening. But this is just progress.

The world is changing. AI isn't perfect, it has a problem with human fingers and there are some legal issues that need to be ironed out, but this thing allows people to create beauty that wouldn't otherwise exist. AI helps in scientific calculations, including medical calculations, and much more.

Oh, and thank god I don't have to buy marble, hire a sculptor, and figure out where to find space for a Strange statue in my apartment, because I can see what such a statue would look like with the help of AI.

But pestering other people with all sorts of nasty things and demanding that they do as you would like is unacceptable. Seriously, when haters come to my inbox, most of them are homophobes who claim that Stephen would never love a guy and demand that I stop disgracing him, or with statements like that.

AI can make beauty, but you can only produce hatred and bother people with your demands. If you don't like it, don't watch it. That's how the Internet works.

Take it back 🌹 You know what to do with it.

#anti anti ai #ai art #beautiful ai #anti ai #doctor strange #stephen strange #doctor stephen strange #marvel #benedict cumberbatch #ai #ai ironman #ironman #dr strange #ai craft #ai painting #beauty

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neon-junkie · 8 months

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In the Heat of the Moment - Chpt.7

Summary: “Less than ten percent of domesticated species go into heats,” accord to Tech and his research, and (un)fortunately, you’re one of that ten percent. What else are you meant to do? Trapped during a heat cycle with five men - five willing men who are happy to help relieve you, but not all have the confidence to say so.

Relationship: The Bad Batch x fem!Reader (she/her)

Tags: Heats, Mating, Sex pollen, Friends with benefits, Friends to lovers, Slow burn, Sex, Jealousy, Pining, Cuddling, Huddling for warmth, Tags to be added.

Word count: 2.3k

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 8]

Chapter 7 - Bodypillow

There is weight to your bunk this morning, and somehow, you don't remember purchasing a weighted blanket?

It's warm, engulfing you from all around, a tight and loving sensation that is drawing you back into a deep slumber. That is, until you realise what (or who) your weighted blanket really is.

A soft snore draws your eyes upwards, and there, you find the culprit.

Wrecker is sound asleep. For a man who usually snores, his breathing is rather light, almost as if he's aware that you're sharing a bed with him, and he has the courtesy of not waking you up. Now, you remember dozing off in Wrecker's lap last night, but this? How did you get from the cockpit to your bed? And better yet, what is Wrecker doing in here? Not that you mind…

No bother! This isn't the first time that you've cuddled with Wrecker, or any of your boys. You decide that you'll ask him to piece the dots together when he wakes up, but for now, you fancy lulling back to sleep whilst taking up the position of the little spoon.

Rolling onto your side earns nothing from Wrecker, not even a murmur. However, the second that you're comfortable, his body instantly wraps around yours. It's as if he knows his place - here, snuggled up behind you, gently holding you in his embrace whilst his firmly erect cock finds itself comfortable pressed against your ass.

Yeah.

Big mistake.

The second that you feel it, you realise what's in store. As tame as your heat has been during your time on Tatooine, it's bound to rev up soon, and such a feeling against your bum will certainly be the cause of it.

Maker, you can't help that your thighs are already shifting against each other. At least both of the suns haven't risen yet, as this feeling during the sweltering heat would surely cause you to melt. Literally.

But why not enjoy some fun before the suns rise? That is, if Wrecker is up for it. Plus you'll keep those urges down for the next day or so, and hopefully, you'll be off this desert of a planet by then.

Your body moves before you can think everything through, and now, your ass is firmly pressed against Wrecker's hard length. He stirs in his sleep, letting out a tiresome groan as the arm around your waist tightens. The sensation is nice, feeling small, yet snug against such a large guy.

Another light wiggle of your bum earns another groan, and the more you wiggle, the more Wrecker begins to shift in his sleep. You can hear him licking his lips, followed by a soft, "hm?" as his crotch pushes itself deeper against your ass. The poor guy is oh-so-aroused, and he's yet to wake from his slumber.

The hand around your waist removes itself, only for Wrecker to place his large palm flat against your stomach. He holds you there as his eyes finally flutter open, and after clearing his throat, he lets out a simple, "mornin'."

"Morning," you sweetly reply.

Wrecker relaxes his hand, and uses it to rub sleep from his eyes before returning it to your waist. Despite not being able to see his expression, you can tell that he's still waking up, as he lets out a subconscious series of grunts and moans, soon to be followed by a sheepish, "oh."

"Oh?" you question.

"Oh," Wrecker replies with a nod. "I didn't know that I… uh, that part of me was awake before the rest of me, if you get what I'm saying."

You let out a soft laugh and confess, "I find it rather pleasant."

Instantly, Wrecker's demeanour changes. "Oh yeah?" he questions in a tone that you've never heard before - firm, forward, flirty.

"Yeah," you sweetly coo, followed up by grinding your bum against his hard length. This earns a gasp that slowly turns into a chuckle, followed by Wrecker tightening the grip on your waist.

"You're fun to wake up next to," Wrecker says with a grin. He matches your game, rolling his hips against yours, but not firm enough to cause any real damage. A man like Wrecker is packed to the brim, but he knows when and where to use it. Patience is key…

"That being said…" you peer over your shoulder. "How did we end up here?"

"Oh!" Wrecker exclaims. His hand slips from your waist to rub the back of his neck, a standard move for when he's nervous. "You fell asleep on me last night, so I figured I'd put you to bed. But when I tried to tuck you in and leave, you got all grouchy! Mumbled somethin' like 'stay with me?' and I figured I'd take you up on that offer."

Sure, you and Wrecker have had your fair share of cuddles, but you've never ended up sleeping together. Literally.

"Huh, that sounds like me," you say with a shrug.

A warm hand returns to your waist, "I hope I didn't… uh, cross any boundaries. I mean no disrespect-"

"-you didn't!" you exclaim, wanting to instantly ease his nerves. "I am happy that you spent the night with me," you say with a smile, and curve your back to push your ass against Wrecker's crotch against.

Wrecker lets out a dark chuckle. "Heh, yeah, me too!"

There's a brief moment of silence, nothing but warmth and arousal shared between you two, until Wrecker opens his mouth again. "So, is somebody worked up this mornin'?"

"Actually, I woke up to find that you were the 'worked up one," you say with a soft laugh. "But I'll confess, that's what got me going…"

Wrecker hums. "Well, if you'd like…" fingertips begin to dance along the hemline of your sleep shorts, threatening to disappear beneath the thin fabric. "I could help you out?" Wrecker offers, such a kind gesture from a gentle man.

"I'd love that, Wrecker," you consent with a playful purr.

Wrecker lets out an, "awh, yeah!!" as he slips his fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts, no wasting any time. He goes straight for his main objective, your pussy, and glides his fingertips over your folds. "Somebody's already wet, huh?" Wrecker points out.

"That's rich, coming from you," you sarcastically reply as you reach behind your back to press your palm against Wrecker's hard length, pulling a gasp from him.

"Yeah, you're right," he shrugs.

The hand in your pants assists you with removing your sleep shorts, discarding them in the field of blankets. With Wrecker as your big spoon, you roll onto your back, spreading your legs and hooking one over Wrecker's thigh. Despite not being able to see your lower half, Wrecker finds your crotch again with ease, and continues to run his fingertips over your folds.

A tender kiss plants itself on your temple, and you peer up to see Wrecker looming above you. The angle is a little awkward, but you manage to introduce your lips to Wreckers, receiving kisses that are far softer than you expected.

Only you don't kiss for long, as Wrecker slips one of his thick digits into you, earning a mix between a whine, and a gasp. "Hehe," Wrecker chuckles as he begins working you open with one finger, easy work for a man such as him.

If Wrecker's finger is this thick, then you dream to imagine how his cock is going to be! Despite being able to feel it, you know that it will stretch you more than you can imagine.

One finger soon becomes two, and that's all you need in terms of preparation. Wrecker has turned you into a panting, whining, and trembling mess, far before the crack of dawn! You pray to the Maker that the others aren't awake yet, as you're not exactly quiet, and Wrecker is making zero attempts to keep the noise down.

"Pretty little thing, ain't'cha?" Wrecker comments as he kisses your temple again. "Y'know, Echo refused to give out details when he mentioned that he had you the other night."

"Wait… w-what?" you stutter, attempting to keep your mind from spinning as Wrecker continues stretching you open.

"Mhm! Now I get why! I would'da made my move ages ago if I knew you'd be this sweet."

"No, I mean… Echo spoke about it?" you question, causing Wrecker's fingers to come to a halt.

"Yeah… is that, uh, a problem? Cause I don't mean to be nosey, but he-"

"-It's alright, promise. I just didn't see Echo as the type to… brag? Gossip? I don't know," you explain, easing the tension. You're far from mad - the opposite, really. It's somewhat exciting, the idea of Echo mentioning that he slept with you. But if Echo is one to talk, then what about the others?

"He ain't, but he had a smug grin on his lips," Wrecker comments with a bold laugh. He head dips down to your neck, and your eyes flutter shut as passionate kisses are laid across your neck. Wrecker's fingers start up again, and you swear you're about to climax early as he speaks once more. "If there's one thing you should know about us, General, it's that we like to share everything."

Kriff! Those words… that comment… you've practically soaked your own bed, and Wrecker hasn't even fucked you yet!

You don't need to verbally respond. Wrecker knows what you want. He slips his fingers from you, and pulls your leg higher up his thigh to prop you into position. You can feel Wrecker's firm cock pressing against your folds, and he takes pleasure in grinding his shaft against your lips, before tilting his hips, and lining the tip up with your entrance.

"Waiting on your orders, General," Wrecker comments in a smug tone, causing you to click your tongue in annoyance.

"Kriff me already, Wrecker," you order.

All of your breath is pushed from your lungs as Wrecker slips in, letting out a long and feral groan in the process. He swears under his breath whilst adjusting his arms; one is stretched out under your neck, whilst the other wraps around your waist, pulling you firmly against his body. The ideal big spoon, who just so happens to be balls-deep inside of you.

As much as Wrecker enjoys taking the ropes, he still pays attention to minor details - the way you squirm against him, your short and sweet moans, your eyes fluttering shut. This is your first time with him, so adjusting to his girth is going to take a while. In the meantime, Wrecker begins with slow, deep thrusts, watching how you squirm and writhe. It isn't until you grumble, "more, Wrecker," that he finally picks up the pace.

Before you know it, Wrecker is thrusting into you with full force. Heavy breaths fill up the room, bound to be overheard by anybody passing by. Let's hope the others are still asleep, and not easily woken up…

"Kriff," Wrecker exhales, still spooning you whilst he bucks his hips up. "I ain't gonna last long, not when you're gripping my cock this good."

"Make sure you finish inside of me," you sweetly order, and who is Wrecker to deny such a request?

Wrecker's hips come to a halt as he lets out a sigh. "I need a moment," he pauses, preventing himself from orgasming early. A kiss is planted on your temple before Wrecker starts up again, attempting to hold on a little longer.

Wanting to lend you more assistance, Wrecker moves his hand from your waist, large fingertips meeting your clit. Now extra stimulated, all you need to do is hold on, and let Wrecker do all of the work! There really is no better man to wake up next to, and how he has this much energy in the morning is beyond you!

"C'mon girl," Wrecker mutters. "Think I'm gonna explode when you cum," he says with a chuckle.

The extra stimulation was all that you needed, putting a stop to your heat, for now… You're having to throw your hand over your mouth as you orgasm, still attempting to be somewhat decent to your neighbours. Wrecker, on the other hand, isn't as quiet, although he does bury his head into the pillow, barely muffling his groans.

After taking a series of deep breaths, you come to realise how full you are. Wrecker's cock is still buried inside of you, and he hasn't wasted a single drop, filling you to the point that you're overflowing. "You cum bucket loads," you observe with a laugh.

"Yeah, it's been a while," Wrecker chuckles along. "Are you tired?" he follows up, not surprisingly exhausted after your intimate moment.

"Yeah," you agree with a nod. "Wanna stay like this, and fall back asleep with me?"

"You mean, sleep with my cock stuffed inside of you?" Wrecker repeats, and is practically beaming with excitement when you nod in confirmation. "Awh, that's so hot," Wrecker compliments, you laugh and thank him.

The duvet that had wandered south is pulled back up, and tucked comfortably around both of your bodies. Wrecker then wraps his arm around your waist, keeping you close, both for comfort, and to prevent him from slipping out of you. You can feel Wrecker's deep breaths on the back of your neck, already eager to drift off to sleep, catching a few more hours before it's time to start the day.

For now, the clean-up can wait.

#in the heat of the moment #tbbwriting #tbb #the bad batch #tbb x reader #the bad batch x reader #wrecker x reader #smut #nsft #bad batch #clone force 99 #reader insert #fem!reader #f!reader

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usopps-devotee · 1 year

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Keyhole

@zoros-void because your zoro fic had be thinking about thigh fucking

@mytheoristavenue you're a slut for my work and usopp

@owlight because I love you ♡♡

Tags: smut, mirror sex, thigh fucking, praise, hair pulling, slight soft dom usopp, Grammer and spelling mistakes I JUST finished writing this and idc to proof read it

Wc 1.1k

He didn't mean to stare. He's been told it's rude by some, but usopp knows better. He knows you love the feeling of having his undivided attention, and neither of you can get enough. Your training session with zoro ended a few minutes ago, and now the two of you are discussing techniques and weak points. Usopp can't take his eyes off your shorts, particularly the small gap between your thighs right under the pretty kitty he loves so much.

He doesn't want to have thoughts like this, he wants to get back to what ever conversation he was having before that he definitely does not remember at this point. Thinking about how the space would be perfect to slip his cock between, the feeling of your soft plush thighs, soaked pussy, sensitive clit, all rubbing against him. It's almost too much for him to handle, almost. More than anything he wants, needs, these filthy thoughts in his head to become a reality.

Usopp waits for you to head to the showers, knowing you don't like to feel all sweaty and icky, unless he was the cause. He's made a nice bath for you with salts, essential oils, and flower peatls in the water. Walking in alleviated some of the tension in your shoulders. Although you could tell something about his kindness felt misplaced for now you chose to let his plan unfold. The feeling of his hands on your skin is addictive, rough and callus from fights and working around the ship. He helps you take off your clothes hands lingering in his favorite places on your body. Chest to play with your nipples, earning a soft whimper as fingers rolled the soft buds, down to your hip and running over the dips as he squeezed at your flesh, right over to your thighs. The soft muscles that got Usopp all hot and bothered enough to set this plan in motion.

Placing kisses all along your neck he let his towel drop to the floor, he thanks Nami in his head for her choice of hotel rooms seeing as the mirror in the bathroom was huge. Though he was behind you he could still see you falling apart under his touch, more importantly with the both of you being naked he can see your keyhole clear as day without the obstruction of fabric.

Looking at his reflection makes you feel small, there's a hunger in his eyes like he wants to devour you whole, you're not too far off from the truth. He wants you to feel good, so good that you're unable to think about anything other than his cock. He wants to render all your thought useless just as you had done to him, he wants to break that beautiful body of yours. Grinding against your ass usopps hands are on your hips once more, this time his grip is damn near bruising.

"Baby let's try something new tonight please? You'll like it I promise." He's not looking in your eyes, only focusing on his desires. You giggle and correct your posture hoping to make it easier on the taller man, it's simple to figure out what he wants, especially when you've been feeling his gaze since yall left the ship.

The sniper lines himself up and groans at the slick as his dick catches against your clit. Curses slip from both your tongues as he starts a steady pace. His eyes are locked on the image in front of him, the sight of the head of his cock between your thighs was better than the daydream plaguing his perverted mind.

The heat and arousal between your legs only increases as he mutters praises, he's making you dizzy yet in your mind he as done nothing but tease you. Telling you how good you are for letting him do this, how pretty your body looks in the mirror, how he can feel your thighs press together every thrust. It's hypnotic how your whole clenches at the friction on your clit, he can feel your pussy drool more and more each time. He makes mess out of you quickly, your eyes darting across the scene in front of you, never staying in one spot. Traveling from his face, the muscles of his arm, the cock you love so much. You have no clue what's gotten into him, but his desperation is unlike you've seen before. Rutting into your ass with vigor, the only thing you can do is grip the counter and take it.

Your eyes leave the mirror for a second before the hand that was once giving pleasure to your breast, slipped near the base of your scalp, pulling to force you to look, to see how good he was making you feel. Tears pricked in your eyes as pain mixed with pleasure, your pussy ached to be filled but you don't want him to stop what he's doing. You want to come so badly but it's not enough you want need just a little bit more.

Usopp must have had the same though, "Please don't look away, I don't want to have to pull out and do this again." He uses his free hand to push you down, bending you over the counter as his other hand made sure you kept your head forward. He slipped in with ease, cock reaching deep inside to make you see stars. You couldn't help or hold back the oragasm as his cock reached down to your cervix for the first time tonight.

Usopp doesn't dare give you a moment to breathe, acting on his own selfishness he fucks straight through your peak, tears working as motivation and confirmation. He wants to make this last he, he wishes he could be he knows he's close behind you. Feeling your head start to dip on his grip he gives you another tug feeling how clench tighter at the action. "Fuck, I know it's a lot baby but just a little more. Hold out for me okay? You can do that right my good girl?"

You nodded as he started to toy with your clit, hips bucking into yours wildly, slowly his rhythm starts to get sloppier. You can feel his cock twitching against your walls. It didn't take long for him to fill you, legs shaking as he got what he's been mentally pleading for. As the same time you reached second of the night, while it was weaker than the overwhelming intensity of your first oragasm he still made your eyes roll to the back of your head as he emptied himself inside of you.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece smut #usopp #god usopp #usopp x reader #usopp x y/n #usopp x reader smut #usopp x you #one piece usopp #god ussop #sogeking #usopp x y/n smut #usopp x you smut #usopp smut

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archangeldyke-all · 3 months

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hellooooo, if you’re not taking requests please disregard this but please can you write a little something about sevika x autistic!reader, i’d just like to see how she’d learn to live with me. also i love your work and commitment, remember to take breaks tho, dear 💗💗💗

of course!

men and minors dni

she's going to be fascinated by any special interests or hyperfixations you have, she could listen to you talk about it for hours.

not only is the sound of your voice her favorite thing, but she's actually really interested. even if it's something she'd never care about without you. if you like a certain piece of media-- she'll wanna hear you tell her all the lore in your words, before maybe having you introduce it to her. she'd ask so many questions and find it incredibly sexy when you have an answer to each and every one.

and you can bet your ass she's always buying you trinkets or things related to your interests. anything and everything she can get her hands on she'll be lugging home for you.

i think sevika would be kind of charmed by your lack of social graces. what you consider 'awkward faux pas' when you look back on it, cringing at your past self, sevika laughs about and admires. she's usually blunt and straightforward-- she doesn't think it's strange that you are too.

like, your friend showing up late for lunch and apologizing for being ten minutes behind and you quickly correcting them and telling them, actually, it was thirty minutes, later that night it'll hit you that maybe it came off as bitchy. you were genuinely just correcting her mistake. you worry about it to sevika and she snorts.

"nah, babe, i was thinking the same thing. i was gonna say it if you didn't."

she'd love watching you stim. you always get embarrassed, but if she can catch you flap your hands or rock back and forth without you seeing-- she'll watch with a soft, admiring smile on her face.

in another way that sevika can kind of relate to some of the struggles of autism-- sevika is not a stranger to emotional outbursts that she can't control. she's not triggered by the same things you are, and she reacts much differently-- but she doesn't bat an eye the first time you break down in front of her, hyperventilating in her arms and choking out that your day's just been 'too much.' she understands that feeling completely.

imagine needing some pressure and having sevika as a girlfriend. getting her to lay right on top of you-- she'd be the best, warmest, firmest weighted blanket of your life.

if and when she buys you things to wear-- jewelry or clothes or even blankets-- she'll make sure their textures you like, she'll cut the tags out carefully for you, she'll make sure the jewlery is just your size so it won't bother you.

the first few times you go nonverbal around her, she's a little spooked. but after you explain it to her-- that you're fine but just exhausted, that you can't find your voice right now with how loud your brain's being-- she understands. and now she's great at handling you when you're nonverbal.

she leaves you alone, unless you request cuddles with grabby hands. she makes you food and delivers it to you with a firm kiss to your head, not bothering you so you don't have to take off your ear canceling headphones. the only time she asks you things is if she absolutely has to, and she makes sure all her questions are yes or no.

taglist!

@fyeahnix @sapphicsgirl @half-of-a-gay @ellabslut @thesevi0lentdelights @sexysapphicshopowner @shimtarofstupidity @love-sugarr @chuucanchuucan @222danielaa @badbye666 @femme-historian @lia-winther @gr0ssz0mbi3 @ellsss @sevikaspillowprincess @leomatsuzaki @emiliabby

#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you #soft sevika

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olderthannetfic · 3 months

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I mean, I'd *like personally* if using CNTW meant something, as someone who genuinely does prefer to avoid the stuff covered in the archive warnings.... but I also understand the whole point is that it doesn't, and that in an archive you absolutely need a setting which just opts out of the need for warnings altogether.

They could be someone who puts that on every fic, because they don't feel like going through each of them like that, or because they ideologically oppose the idea of content warnings for whatever reason.

They could be someone who feels that putting specific warnings on it will spoil their fic, and they don't want to spoil. (I'm someone who doesn't care about spoilers ESPECIALLY with fanfic so I've always been a bit "eh" about this, but I get that I'm the minority here and also, it's the norm in original fiction. And I also get it's ultimately the author's discretion if they'd rather not spoil, and I respect that.)

They could mean that the person MIGHT include something that is warning-worthy later, but they aren't sure yet, so they're putting CNTW on there just in case because they feel putting on "No Archive Warnings Apply" and then changing it if they do decide to include character death/non-con/etc. later would be unfair to their readers.

They could mean that their use of something is borderline - for instance, underage sex alluded to, dubcon rather than noncon, violence they're not sure is graphic enough for the warning, etc. - and so they want to head off people who might be wary of that in any form/cover their asses, without drawing in people who are specifically looking for that element with false advertising. (This is how I often use them.)

They could be that they uploaded someone else's work with permission, but didn't specifically ask if they're okay with having warnings applied to their work.

It could be any of these things, and that's totally fine. The whole point is YOU DON'T KNOW. And if you click on a fic with that warning and it doesn't explain why it uses it, you're going in aware of that lack of knowledge and up for whatever version it is.

TBH, looking at my old stuff, I have a couple of cases where I barely remember the work and don't care to reread it. That's another common use, and it's really helpful for encouraging historical preservation. True, the CNTW means fewer people are clicking on these, but they're the kind of thing I'm including for completeness because I tell other people to do that.

I've also got some where I just got rid of the CNTW but I'm pretty sure it was on there because I was uploading in a hurry and meant to go think more deeply about tags later. Again, a "If I can't upload this in 2 seconds, I'm probably not getting around to it" issue.

Another one is for people who are very sure their dubcon is not noncon but who also know their fandom is full of douchebag antis who will constantly report them to AO3. If CNTW is on there, PAC will just tell the person reporting "Sorry, we're not even going to look at it", and the poster never gets contacted and bothered about this.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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this was quite a while ago so my memory is hazy but it still sort of bothers me, so

AITA for making a quick comment about a ship dynamic(???) i didn't like in the ship tag?

before you jump on my ass, this isn't pro/anti stuff. literally just a matter of preference.

not going to mention the specific characters or media in question for pure anonymity's sake. i'm just going to assign arbitrary names to the characters in question for readability. let's say Albert and Bartholomew, or something. and the ship name can be Fucking BartBert I Guess.

"Bartholomew" had a traumatic experience in his childhood that had a very large impact on his mental state, let's say. as a fan of. um. "bartbert". i had noticed a trend in fan works of this ship depicting an AU version of Bartholomew that had never had this traumatic event happen to him. not that there's anything wrong with that, really. i just found it sort of strange and i was more interested in the canon character, additionally i found it sort of comforting to think that Bartholomew was worthy of love scars and all, so to speak. so i made a short post in the tag expressing pretty much that. along the lines of "why is there so much fanart like this? can't he be loved the way he is?" or something like that, and tagged it as bartbert because i wanted to see other people's thoughts on it. in retrospect it could've been read as dismissive or inflammatory i suppose but i really didn't mean it like that. i was just a little bit annoyed and confused by it.

fast forward a little while and this person comes into my notes saying something along the lines of "for some reason i can't reblog this on my main, but it's because people have been nice enough to make fanart of the AU that i made." i didn't think i knew this person at all, so i essentially just responded trying to assure them that i don't know them and wasn't trying to attack their art or them personally or anything.

i'm not sure exactly what happened after that because it's been like 2 years but in essence, i had actually blocked their main a few months before, because they had been posting about that AU and i didn't like it, so i just blocked and moved on like i usually do with stuff like that because i didn't want to see it in the tags. i probably didn't even realize at the time that they were the creator of the AU. but this person pointed out that i had their main blocked as like, evidence that that post i had made was a personal attack against them, or something like that?? of course i didn't mean it in that way, i had just blocked their main months ago and forgotten about it, and i wasn't even really trying to be rude but they blocked me before i could try to explain myself.

i remember this whole thing pretty vividly because i was at the zoo with my family that day and feeling like i was being accused of something i didn't do, or being called mean or being picked on by someone with a much larger following than me presumably, just for making a single post the night before was really stressing me out on what was supposed to be a fun day. in addition i ended up leaving the fanbase for the work in question entirely pretty soon after because i didn't want people to think i was weird or mean. it's sort of colored my recollection of the work in general, which sucks because i do still really like it.

in retrospect i'm honestly not sure if what i did was wrong or not. i suppose i shouldn't have put negativity in the tag but also i feel like you should be allowed to express negative opinions the same as positive ones, right? as long as you aren't being a jackass about it. although at the same time i can sort of see their perspective because i think if i saw a post like that about something i had made i might've jumped straight to being defensive about it, too...

but anyways it's one of those memories that creeps up on me while i'm trying to go to sleep, so,

was i the asshole?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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sugar-omi · 7 months

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so.... the image was the problem?... but this one is sm worse than the one I was tryna use imo 💀💀

well now this is all on ao3!!! better now than later bc this took so long....

DAY FOURTEEN — SPANKING

*kinktober masterlist | *ao3

tags : drabbles, NSFW, gn + top/dom reader, use of toys, cock slapping

synopsis : multiple scenarios where you spank baxter and how lovely he looks during and afterwards. <3

baxter after a spanking would look so cute..

he's so pale and has such delicate skin, even giving him a little pinch makes his skin turn red.

so imagine taking a paddle or a flogger to his pert butt. you'd lay him out so he's all pretty for you and spank him until his ass is red, and it hurts to sit the next day but he'll happily endure such pleasurable torture even if it means having to put on such a brave face at work.

omg... baxter hiding in the bathroom and taking a picture of how red and bruised his ass is after you spanked him senseless a few nights ago.

you take pity on the poor man and lay him out on the couch, a towel under him as he lets you massage and rub lotion and cream into his skin, the cooling sensation makes him all but purr and he nurses his wine, lazily watching the TV.

he'll shoot you a smug look through long lashes, smirking about how you should serve him like this more often.

don't bother threatening him with another spanking, he just bites his lip and purrs out a sultry "please do~" as if he forgot his ass still has evidence of your last session.

+ spanking him with a flogger/whip

the aftermath of the flogger is so much better than the paddle. the ribbons slapping against his ass so sharply and delivering a very pleasant sting.

using the flogger or his belt on his thighs is even better. thick red lines on the back of his thighs..

now should you suck and nibble on his thighs before or after spanking him...?

definitely after. holding him down. your fingers tightly gripping his ass and even though his legs jump and twitch under you, the aftermath and process is so worth it.

he's so squirmy, whining about how he's too tender and sensitive from all that spanking, that he can't take anymore..

but you keep going, sucking harshly on his thighs and leaving dark hickeys everywhere you go. you even bite into him, and he can feel your wicked grin from his loud howling moan of pain.

it's just a little something to remember you by as he gets through the work day, he doesn't mind :)

+ spanking him with his belt

calling him home during his lunch break. or even better, getting a hotel room close to his work and bringing him there, kissing him breathless while you undo his belt and usher him to the edge of the bed.

he only has a bit left of his lunch break and his next client is a total bridezilla, one minute late and he'll hear about it for months until the wedding.

but he loses track of time when you're behind him, his belt secured in your hand and smacking his thighs and butt. this time you even let him touch himself.

"you can't do business like that. you're suppose to be a wedding planner, not a whore."

you spank him enough to satisfy your urge, his thighs twitching and shaking, his dick weakly staining the sheets with his cum by the end of it.

it's easy to tune out his entitled client when his thighs are stinging, every movement making him hold back a sound or control his facial expression.

the day couldn't end soon enough.

+ spanking him with your hand

but your hand is even better, his sweet ass slowly turning red, you can even see your hand print sometimes.

he loves it too, your hand landing quick and sharp smacks against his butt. then you stop to squish and grope the fat.

since he doesn't work out his ass has a cute little jiggle, even his thighs are soft and so cute when covered in hickeys, a perfect pairing with his red ass.

he'll try to run from your hand and is a squirming mess on your lap or whatever surface you have him bent over on.

your favorite way to have him is on the edge of the bed, his knees digging into the carpet and you've been spanking him so long, your hand landing on his ass in quick succession, both his cheeks are so red.

even though he's squirming, tugging at the sheets and twisting his ass away from your preying hands, he hasn't used his safe word.

sweet whimpers coming from his swollen, drooling lips, and loud curses when you land a particularly hard smack.

even if he asks you stop, you rub his ass soothingly and coo, pulling his sloppy face out of the bed and kiss him, wiping his tears before getting back to work.

his cock is leaking, making a mess of the bed or the floor, or even your thigh when you have him on your lap.

he gets even more smacks for that last one. you have to change your outfit now because he got his cum on your pants/skirt, and he doesn't even feel remorse! he'll purposefully rut himself against your thigh like a whore until he leaves a big mess behind, just so you'll punish him for it.

+ slapping his cock

you didn't mean to smack him there the first time. you were trying to land another smack on his already red ass and he started wiggling, your hand landing more on his balls than his cheek.

he moans so sweetly, his head dropping, and he can only shake and convulse in your lap, his fingers flexing and wrists straining against the cuffs.

his cum spurting out in pearly long ribbons on your floor, his cock twitching and the tip is so red.. he looks like such a doll.

eventually, he goes limp in your lap, panting and squirming, his cock even leaking like a broken faucet.

he definitely doesn't mind when you slap him there every now and then, especially when you have him tied up and spread out on your cock / strap...

#sugar-omi kinktober #sugar omi kinktober #kinktober #olba #our life: beginnings & always #smut #baxter ward smut #our life smut #baxter ward x reader #baxter our life #baxter x reader #our life baxter #baxter ward

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ms-ajt-whumps · 5 months

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Handholding and Asthma

Genre: Whump, Fluff. CW/TW: Bullying, Asthma Attack

Fandom: The Adam Project Characters: Young!Adam, Y/n, Ray, Chuckie, Ellie

2332 words

Let me know if any tags of warnings should be added, I want to be sure everything I post is properly tagged.

@almost-gabrielle

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Adam would never admit this, but Ray did scare him a little bit. It wasn't that Ray was actually an effective bully, it was more that he had a couple inches on Adam and serious daddy issues. There was also the chance that Ray would accidentally hurt Adam, worse than he himself was truly capable of. Freak accidents could always occur.

It had started simply enough: Ray had been picking on Adam’s friend Y/n during lunch. Now, it wasn’t that Adam like-liked Y/n, because he really, truly, most definitely, 100%, probably didn’t, but he couldn’t stand by while Ray picked on her. So, he’d instigated. Ray had rounded on him and bolted, and so did Adam. They’d run through the lunchroom and the school, dodging teachers, the principal’s grabbing hand, and other students until eventually Adam (who felt that his lead in the race would save him from a serious ass-kicking) burst outside. He’d hesitated, looking left and right, breathing heavily but not badly, and hurried to one side. He had felt, with his advantageous lead and stable (so far) breathing, that he’d win. He had not. Adam fucking tripped and went sprawling. Ray had been on him in a second, yanking him to his feet and pinning Adam up against a wall, glaring at him. Adam's mouth went a mile a minute. Quips, jabs, one liners, some of them even pretty good. They had flowed out automatically, the easiest thing in the world for him. It wasn't until Adam had said something about Ray and Chuckie being too stupid to snark anything back that Ray had really reacted.

“You turds are standing here like a couple of mute mimes, ventriloquist dummies with no puppetmaster. You really think I'm going to be scared of a couple of meat bags who can't even talk?” Or something like that. Adam couldn't really remember what it had been right now, as he was on his back on the ground, Ray's foot stomped down into his chest.

“You think you're so funny, Reid.” Ray had sneered. He had grabbed Adam by the front of his shirt and jerked him forward and around, pushing him to the ground. “Well, we'll see how funny you are when, …when you've lost!” Ray had put his foot on Adam's chest triumphantly. Chuckie had offered up his hand for a high five, a lumbering and slow gesture, a stupid grin on his face, and Ray smacked it, smirking down at Adam.

“That's your best? Really?” Adam snarked back from the ground, to which Ray pressed his foot down harder. This was when it began. It, the pressure. Then It, the crushing feeling, the internal collapse of systems intended to keep you alive. Damn it, he’d been fine running, even. You'd think providing oxygen to a 98 pound twelve year old would be an easy task, but no, apparently not for Adam's lungs. He sucked in a thin, wheezy breath, looking up at Ray. Adam tried to glare but the fear was setting in. He did the only thing he knew how. “Step any harder on me and I'll have to petition your mom to stop being so fat. The weight was…” he gasps slightly as pain snaked through him, “transferred to you in bone density. Thank God not in fat density, or you'd be enormous.”

Ray looked presently peeved at this, and moved to punch Adam in the face. Adam sucked in another wheezing breath. Chuckie stood stupidly alongside Ray.

“Leave him alone!” An indignant shout rung out across the lot.

Ray's head swiveled to see who it was. The girl from lunch. The quiet one. He smirked. “Go home, you're not involved in this.” He pulled back from Adam, his foot still on his chest, baring his own chest to the girl. He was trying to look big and scary. Ray almost didn't even bother really looking at her, he figured she would be scared off pretty easily, but at the last second caught a glimpse of her expression. His eyes snapped up, a thin trail of dread trickling down him. He saw anger. Crystal clear, unfiltered fury. More than Ray had ever seen, even from his mom when he failed tests. She also looked calm, like she knew precisely how to… how to…

“Let him go,” Y/n said firmly. “Before I have to fuck you up, Ray.”

This made Chuckie nervous; he took an unconscious step backward. Ray looked to him desperately, betrayed. “Chuck,” he hissed.

Adam wheezed tightly again, hands twitching against the concrete, searching for something to hold onto.

She stalked towards the three, a menacing stature about her. Determination, Certainty. “Go, Ray. Before I have to bring you home in a bag.” Y/n was two feet from him when his nerve finally broke. He stepped off Adam, who gasped and coughed, and took a couple nervous steps backward. Y/n looked at him darkly, shooing him away with her hands.

Ray really wanted to be tough, but he kind of believed her. Maybe she would bring him home in a bag. Maybe she was insane or something. He took another couple steps away, still hesitating, looking for an opening he could hurt her through. But there were none, so he ran. Chuckie ran with him of course, much more slowly.

Y/n called, “You're a bitch, Ray! Everyone knows it!” Then she was on her knees, talking to Adam very gently. “What's wrong?”

He wheezed, hands grabbing at his chest. He looked briefly at her, the panic now evident in his brown eyes.

“Asthma attack, Ok. Where's your inhaler?” Y/n said quickly, hands at the ready, hovering in the air over Adam. “You have it with you, right?” Her eyes flashed to his, suddenly nervous.

Adam nodded, coughing, and grappled with the front pocket of his jeans. Y/n pushed his hands away quickly–they fell uselessly to the ground–and wrestled the inhaler from his pocket. She pulled the cap off and tossed it aside, bringing the inhaler to Adam's mouth.

“Ready?” Y/n asked.

He couldn't respond, just coughing and wheezing. He reached for her and grabbed her arm tightly, pulling it towards himself.

Y/n put the inhaler in his mouth and triggered it. “3… 2… 1…” she counted down for him, watching his face closely. Adam let his breath out in a burst of air. Y/n rested a light hand on his chest, keeping the inhaler near his face. “Good?” she asked quietly.

He shook his head, weakly pulling her arm back towards him, brown eyes wide with anxiety and focused on the next dose of medicine. He winced as his lungs wracked with pain again. She put the inhaler back in his mouth and triggered it again. Y/n counted again, watching him closely. Adam relaxed slightly, closing his eyes as he held his breath. He let his breath out slowly, the correct way, and sighed. His eyes flickered open, looking at Y/n with a surprised, trusting expression. He didn't talk for a long minute, just laying tiredly on his back, staring at this girl in front of him. Adam dimly realized that he still held her wrist and awkwardly let go, hand falling to the ground.

Y/n asked, “Should you sit up?”

Adam nodded, tiredly trying to get himself up. Y/n helped quickly, pulling him up by the arms. Adam ended up slumped against her, which made Y/n blush slightly. She supported his weight though, figuring that he needed the contact. Adam still didn't say anything, just breathing slowly. Y/n grabbed his hand and pushed the inhaler into it, wrapping his fingers around it for him. “There you go,” she said softly, feeling awkwardly self-conscious about holding Adam like she was. That wasn’t something that people who were just classmates did.

“Thanks,” Adam finally said. “Ray is a bitch.” He continued to just slump against her, trying to pretend that he would get up soon and that he wasn’t really liking being this close to her. He didn’t have a crush on her.

She nodded, smiling. They sat there in the quiet for a long time. Adam toyed with his inhaler and glanced shyly up at her and away quickly again when their eyes meet. He breathed slowly. “What makes you brave enough to…” Adam asked quietly, his eyes tracking her face.

She shrugged, jostling Adam slightly, looking off into the distance as she considered the question. The way Adam was leaning on her reminded her of the one time when she was a child and had found a puppy with a hurt foot. She’d cradled him too, as a protector. “I just know how to scare him. He's not really that big.”

“Bigger than me,” Adam mumbled, still fiddling with his inhaler.

“Everyone's bigger than you, Adam,” she teased, laughing. Y/n looked back to him, catching a smile on his face.

Adam was laughing too. He found he didn't mind when Y/n teased him. He pushed himself up, sitting alone now.

“I'll have to teach you my tricks.” She smirked.

Adam nodded quietly, triggering another puff off the inhaler into his mouth.

“Do you usually have to do more than once?” Y/n asked curiously.

Adam held up a finger to show that he needed a second. Y/n waited patiently. He let out his breath slowly, then speaking. “For the worse ones.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Quiet again. Adam looked shyly between the ground and Y/n, who pretended not to notice. She looked towards the playground.

The awkwardness present wasn't only because these were two awkward middle schoolers, though that wasn't helping at all, …it was because Y/n had had a crush on Adam Reed for a little while now. Sure, he was scrawny and had asthma but who really cared? His jokes in class always made her want to cry laughing, and he seemed to not care about all the stupid stuff teachers were always trying to make kids care about. It was kind of like he knew what was important in life. Like he knew there was something bigger out there. He looked at her and her insides would do flips and turns and some shy part of her brain would urge ‘look away, look away right now!’ So she stared at the playground. Y/n could feel his gaze on her, and saw in her peripherals that he seemed just as nervous as her. He was looking at her and then away, then glancing back.

The most hopeful part of her brain whispered quietly, ‘What if he likes me too?’ But the protective part was quick to reprimand, ‘don't think like that, he probably doesn't.’ Y/n glanced quickly at him, their eyes met, and she looked away.

Adam looked away too, blushing.

He wasn't sure why he was feeling so nervous all of a sudden, he'd never felt nervous around Y/n before. Usually she would just let him copy off her homework and would trade good snacks at lunch. It was chill. Maybe he was feeling weird ‘cause she'd saved him from Ray, not that Adam wouldn't have survived on his own, he would have been fine. Maybe it was because she had been so smart about his inhaler, or like… something about her not judging him, or… he glanced at her again, noting the pinkish color on her cheeks and ears.

‘Oh, dear god no, please no,’ some part of Adam’s mind pleaded. He glanced at her again. ‘Fuck. …That’s it, we’re fucked. We’re fucked for sure.’ He tried to shush his racing mind, and think like one coherent thought at least but before he knew it was going to happen his mouth said, “Wanna come over and see a movie?” This was punctuated by a mental ‘Fuck! No! What are you doing?!’ But it was too late, he’d said it. Now he was trapped. He stared hopelessly at Y/n, waiting for her to… crush his heart, maybe? Perhaps he was still too young for that. Would she accept? She wasn’t even looking his way, what if she said no? Would he just die on the spot?

Y/n turned to him with an abashed smile and said, “Sure.” She was blushing.

‘Dear god, no! You’ll get cooties or something, god, stop!’ “We could watch something at my house, I’m sure my mom could bring you home after,” Adam said, trying to play it super cool. His hands danced nervously around the plastic inhaler.

She nodded. “That… that sounds good, I’ll bet my dad could pick me up too if needed.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked nervously at him, never wanting to look away but also thinking, ‘I need to blink, did I blink enough? Or too much? God, I’m the worst. This is terrible.’

“My mom should be here soon, we could…” He gestured to the pickup area of the parking lot.

“Yeah.”

Y/n and Adam were sitting on the sofa before the big screen, Alien playing. Ellie was at the kitchen table, trying desperately to comprehend her husband’s tax filing system.

The tension was palpable. Y/n and Adam could basically feel electrical vibrations passing between the two of them. Neither were watching the movie.

“Do you like the… movie?” Adam asked softly, looking to Y/n.

“Yeah, I think so.” Y/n smiled, looking back at him.

Adam glanced over his shoulder at his mom, then to Y/n. His whole brain was screaming not to, but he hesitantly placed his hand onto Y/n’s. His breath hitched nervously, as he waited for her to punch him in the face or scream in disgust, but… her fingers laced into his calmly. Adam glanced up at her, face beet red. She smiled, squeezing his hand in her own.

Adam looked shyly back to the TV, a grin creeping onto his face.

-Fin

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