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b00kdiary · 4 months

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for the plus size project you’re doing, i feel like cassian is such a good fit. i can totally imagine him with a thicker partner, he’s def the type to always want to be touching them, especially the squishier bits lmao. he’d be just completely obsessed with a larger body, and i feel like he’d love if they were taller too, more for him to get to touch!

Hurt Me | Cassian

Cassian x Plus Size Reader

Cassian and Y/N are late for an IC meeting not that Cassian cares, no, he has two things on his mind: your body and your pleasure.

Warnings: mature themes (18 +) swearing, body-image issues, eventual smut and Cass being utterly infatuated with his thick, beautiful lady.

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“Cass, we should go-“ My protests melt into moans, breathless and dizzying as Cassian plucks one of my taut nipples into his mouth, his teeth latching on firmly and tugging. “Rhys is going to kill us for being late-“

“Don’t say another male's name when I’m sucking on your tits, Y/N,” Cassian snarls, his dark eyes lifting to meet mine and I see that feral, possessive Fae instinct in him scorching in his gaze. “The only name I wanna hear on your pretty lips is mine.”

My back arches against the bed as his large hand palms my breast, my fingers fisting around the duvet for purchase, my nipples sore and the ache between my thighs growing and growing, and Cassian smirked at the scent.

“I’m sorry, Cass,” I croon, running my hand up the corded muscle of his back, tracing the dark whorls and marks there before lacing into his hair, my fingers curling into his roots. A groan rumbles through his chest as I drag him up to me, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Let me make it up to you.”

Kissing Cassian felt like home, the smell and taste of him, the feel of his mouth, his tongue, his body, it was every single comfort I loved the most. I sigh as he slips his tongue into my mouth, so graceful as he laps against me, his hands at my waist, kneading the curves there.

“So beautiful, Angel,” Cassian moans and the sound goes straight to my wet core, and as his hands roam down my body, scratching and kneading and fondling every soft, plump inch of me, I know this is his idea of heaven.

Cassian always worshipped my body, and loved my body, even when I didn’t, he always saw the beauty in me. Always willing to kiss my stretch marks and cellulite, always loving the feel of my rolls and flesh in his hands, more than willing to hold my weight and not blanche at it.

I expose my neck to him, moaning as he kisses my neck, suckling against my nerve point, biting down on the sweet spot at the junction of my throat. A mix of pain and pleasure throbs through that spot, heightened by the hard length pressing into my thigh.

“My Cass,” I sigh, hearing the breath catch in his throat as I wrap my thighs around his hips, dragging his cock to rub against me, the friction making his eyes roll and the neediest, most helpless whimper slip from his lips. “All mine.”

“I’m yours, I’m yours, Angel,” He mumbles, his body going firm under my palm as I rock back and forth, again and again, feeling his cock become slippery with pre-cum and his face melts with the bliss of pleasure. “Yours, all yours.”

I grin at the sight of Cassian’s twitching wings, sprawled high and shaking as I continue moving against him, faster and longer, and I’ve never seen him so close to finishing just from rutting against me.

“Cauldron, Y/N,” He huffs, his voice breaking as I scratch a single nail down the inside of his wing, and his body crumbles against me as I press down harder, following the pattern of one of the veins that dance across the skin.

“Are you going to come, Cass?” I whisper, nibbling on his earlobe as he begins to shift his hips faster, my hands caressing the underside bone of his wing, a point I knew was the most sensitive. Cassian’s body shook, his fingers bruising my waist. “Is the Lord of Bloodshed going to make a mess without me even having to touch him?”

“Fuck,” He curses, low and filthy, and this time, when he rolls his hips, something sparks at the touch, and he goes still. He roars, his face burying into my neck as his orgasm hits, and I whimper at the feeling of his teeth biting against my neck, anchoring himself down as the familiar warmth of his seed hits my thigh.

I smile against his cheek, loving the sound of his ragged breathing and the harsh fall and rise of his muscular chest, brushing against my nipples and the sweat of our bodies softening us together.

“Are you feeling better now, my love?” I mutter, satisfaction running through me as I tease my fingers just over the sharp talon on the tip of his wing, seeing him jerk at the feeling. Cassian laughed, short and amused, the kind that told me how cruel and lovely he thought I was.

“I would feel better if I had made you finish too,” Cassian replies and my stomach flutters in response to the headiness in his tone, his head lifting to show me the implication and temptation in his shadowed gaze. “I’m going to have to amend that.”

“Cass, we don’t have time, Rhysand is going to murder us-“ I squeal, an abrupt, shrieking sound that fades into a laugh as Cassian grips the flesh of my hips and in one easy move, flips us over. I lurch forward to press my palm to his chest, my cheeks blushing at the way he admires me- tits bouncing, sweat coating my skin and my bare core resting on his strong stomach.

“Stop saying his fucking name, Y/N, and come sit on my face,” Cassian demands, and the General in him comes out, dark and possessive, authoritative in a way that has my body weakening, as if every nerve in me was desperate to obey, to follow his command.

“I c-can’t Cass, we’re already late and-“ I gnaw on my lip as he drags me forward, those two veined hands moving me across his body like I weighed nothing as if he barely felt me atop him. “And sitting on your face, I-I don’t want to hurt you-“

“Don’t insult me, Angel,” He snarls and as always, whenever I critique myself in any way, his face twists in anger and denial. I whimper as he runs his hands down my skin, over my thick thighs and hips, running his nails over the rolls at my stomach and back, before cupping my heavy, aching breast. “You could never hurt me, and if you did, it would be the best pain in the fucking world.”

I remain silent, my chest rising and falling hard as Cassian caresses my skin, his thumb circling my nipple, his gaze unwavering upon me, and I can’t look away.

My Cass, my mate. The love of my life.

The only male in this whole universe who could love me unconditionally, who could take all the things I despise about myself and make them seem like my most desirable qualities.

“Promise you’ll tell me if I’m hurting you?” I whisper, my voice shaking and Cassian’s face melts into a victorious, pleased grin as I slowly begin to climb up his body, his hand guiding me toward the headboard. “I mean it Cass; I don’t think people will be happy if I suffocate the General of the Night Court to death.”

“What a glorious way to go, I’d happily die between your pretty thighs, feasting on this perfect cunt,” Cassian praises, nipping at the flesh of my thigh as I hover above him, and the way he glances up at my wet folds makes me clench. “But I promise to stop you since it matters so much.”

“Thank you,” I sigh and when my eyes meet his I see the care and adoration and love dancing through the hazel orbs, and I don’t resist when he guides my core forward. My head lulls at the first flick of his tongue tracing through my folds, and he groans at the taste of me. “Cassian, Cauldron-“

My fingers tighten around the headboard, the wood creaking under the strength of my hold as Cassian’s tongue whirls around my clit, alternating between slow and fast, his pressure shifting from hard to soft and teasing in a way that has my legs shaking.

“I said sit, Y/N, not hover,” Cassian grumbles irately, the feeling reverberating through my core and my body is more than willing when he yanks me down by my thighs, dropping me onto his face so that I’m smothering him, and his satisfied moan tells me that’s exactly what he wanted.

Cassian tastes me like a starved man, his tongue lapping against my swollen clit in long languid strokes, drawing so many waves of scorching pleasure from me, the kind that had me pinching my eyes shut and tossing my head back to release my sounds into the air.

“Cassian, please, please,” My hand fell down my body, curling into his dark hair, my fingers finding purchase in his roots, and as I tug, Cassian growled, his teeth scraping against my clit in the most deliciously painful way.

The sound that tears from me is so loud, echoing through the empty room and house, bouncing off the walls and likely alerting any passing person to what was happening. But I didn’t care, couldn’t care as I rocked my hips back and forth, grinding against his tongue.

My toes curl when he prods his tongue lower, easily shifting me so that his nose hits against my sensitive bud and his tongue slips into my entrance, fucking in and out of me in a way that has my entire body trembling, had any worry or control slipping away.

Cassian’s sounds are muffled by the wet sounds of him sucking and tasting and fucking his tongue inside me fervently and as his hands palm my ass, moving me back and forth, back, and forth, again and again, it’s more than I can take.

“Cass, there, right there-“ I cry out, his hands, his tongue, every brush of his nose, all at once- it ruins me.

My back arches and my body goes taut as black dots fill my vision, an eruption of flames and sparks charging through my core. My stomach clenches and unclenches repeatedly as my orgasm lasts and lasts, never-ending as Cassian laps against me, not stopping or slowing down.

“Cassian, it’s too much, it’s-“ He pressed his nose against my clit and my thighs clamped around his head tighter, a strangled gasp escaping me as he finally, finally, let go. I slump forward, my head spinning and the second his hold releases from my thighs, I lurch forward, the sound of his lips plucking back from my core so lewd.

“Now, I feel better,” Cassian muses and I giggle as I settle back to sit on his chest, legs burning and weak as I stare down at him, my heart thundering in my chest. He looked as handsome as ever, hair tousled from my fingers, eyes bright with relief, and my wetness coating his mouth and nose. “Do you?”

“You know I do,” I smile, my thumb brushing the stubble at his jaw and his fingers drawing circles at my back. “I love you, Cassian.”

“I love you too, Y/N, always,” Cassian smiles, his face serene, his eyes softening as all the shadows and hurt of his pasts dissolve into oblivion like they always did when we were together.

“How sweet,” Rhysand’s voice drawls sarcastically through our minds, and I jump at the sound, Cassian snorting at the impatience and ire radiating from our High Lord. “What I would love is for the two of you to come join the fucking meeting that started one hour ago.”

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shemybitchhh · 28 days

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𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝔻𝔼𝔸𝕋ℍ 𝕆𝔽 ℙ𝔼𝔸ℂ𝔼 𝕆𝔽 𝕄𝕀ℕ𝔻

<<Shane McCutcheon x Fem!Reader>>

Sinopsis: Shane though that she had everything under control, that until she met you and her icy heart and reckless mind made short circuit and now she is fucked up.

Warning: smut, fingering, oral sex, Shane receiving. 18+ minors dni!

You were driving her crazy. Every sigh, every laugh, every look from you drove her crazy. And she didn't know why.

Your eyes look at her in a way that made her tremble, and the worst thing was that you didn't even try. Your touch made her skin crawl with just a touch, and your voice made her fly through space.

Since that night she met you, it was as if you were a magnet that forced her to come closer. Your hips moving from side to side on the dance floor. Surrounded by people, dancing alone but with a hint of confidence and danger.

You were one in a lot of people dancing in the same place, but you... you had a very special light illuminating you.

"Hey..." was the first thing she said to you as she approached you with one of her many charming smiles, while still looking at your hips. When you turned and locked eyes with her, she felt the music stop.

"Hi." You told her in a sweet and lively tone, inviting her to dance with you with a single look. Shane took a sip of her beer and moved closer to you to start dancing without any worry... not knowing that that night she would fall into temptation.

She could only remember the sweet sound of your moans against her ear every time she slid her fingers in and out of you. How your hands flew to her hair and tugged at it as you tilted your head back, exposing your neck to her.

"Shane..." her name leaving your lips made her body shake in ecstasy.

That night... she remembered it like the back of her hand. Every touch, every kiss, every moan. And she knew in that moment that she needed more, more from you.

Once, twice, three, four times. Shane had already lost count of how many times she had had you under her, or on top, riding her while she grabbed your hips and her mouth watered just watching how your tits bounced in time with her thrusts.

"Fuck, yes yes yes... Shane..." your eyes were rolling to the back of your head and all she could think about was how beautiful you looked like that. Completely vulnerable to her mercy.

She had had many girls in that position, but none of them reached your heels. Shane could swear she would never get tired of seeing you covered in sweat and sighing while her hands traced your entire body ~which she had already memorized like a map~.

Every mole, every tattoo, every scar. She kissed them as if they were a work of art. Every part that complemented you was a work of art.

"Do you like it? Do you like how I fuck you with my fingers? How I play with your little pussy, baby?" She asked in your ear while her index and middle fingers were inside your pretty pussy, and her thumb drew circles on your clit.

Shane loved seeing how your legs flexed with pleasure, your back arched and your hips rose, making her have to immobilize them with her free hand. She also loved using her tongue, slowly and deliciously penetrating you with her pink muscle and feeling your thighs squeeze the sides of her face.

She moaned in pleasure as your hands ran to her short hair and your fingers tangled in her strands.

"Fuck, you're a delight." She said, leaving wet kisses and bites along your thighs as they trembled from the third consecutive orgasm. Then she would go back to sucking on your clit, chuckling as you let out a squeal from the overstimulation.

Your makeup ruined by your pretty tears rolling down your face. Your taste was sweet like honey and your touch as soft as silk.

Every time her arms wrapped around you, her hunger for you increased. Every time you weren't around her, you were the only thing on her mind.

"We're just casual." She said with a shrug as she took a sip of her espresso looking at her friends.

"Since when are you casual with a girl?" Alice asked letting out a small laugh.

"Casual for who you are, it must be like getting married." Dana joked and Shane rolled his eyes.

"Ha ha, very funny." A girl passed by her and gave her a flirtatious smile along with a wink. That reaction would usually make Shane smile and instantly move closer to start flirting. But it didn't happen. She stayed in her place and looked away to continue drinking her espresso.

It wasn't your eyes, it wasn't your smile, if it wasn't you there was no reaction on her part.

"Why? Why? Fuck...why?" She wondered, looking at the ceiling of her room while the smoke from the cig between her lips formed waves through the air.

She wanted to convince herself that what drove her crazy about you was the way your body moved, and the way you pushed her to the limit in bed. But I knew it was something deeper.

With other girls it was easy. She fucked them, and then left without even saying goodbye. But with you it was different, she felt like she owed you an explanation, that your time was valuable, and knowing that you were spending it on her made her feel important. You were the true death to her peace of mind. Because with you, she had absolutely nothing under control.

Having you asleep on her chest after fucking again and again, while the moonlight illuminated your relaxed face, made her heart go crazy.

That's why she made the decision to walk away, to cut you off from her life. She didn't answer your messages again, your calls, even when she bumped into you on the street she turned around and left, feeling her heart burn when she saw your expression of pain.

You didn't understand her behavior, you had done everything right... haven't you?

"No love, just casual sex."

You remembered her words as if she had tattooed them on your forehead. And that's exactly what you did. You never showed the affection you had for her. You never took a wrong step, showing the true feeling she made you feel.

The butterflies in your stomach and the dizziness in your head when you saw her and smelled her aroma.

Her bed began to feel cold, icy. Every night she shook, unable to sleep, remembering how she used to shake but from pure pleasure, while you wrapped your legs around her waist.

"Shane." She could hear your voice as if you were next to her, but you weren't. Not anymore. She listened to your laughter bounce off the walls, and your breath on the back of her neck.

"Do you miss me Shane? I know you do, love." You weren't there, but it felt so real.

She ran her hands over her face in frustration and decided to light another cigarette, trying to calm her heart.

She tried with more women as well. One after another, they fell on her bed, moaned, trembled, ended in orgasms and with smiles on their faces, but for Shane nothing was enough. Nobody compared to you.

She missed the way you said her name. The way you would bend, the way you would break into million pieces and then go back to one piece.

"What's wrong with you? You look like shit." Alice told her, putting a hand on her shoulder.

Shane looked at her and blinked several times, snapping out of her trance.

"Hm?" She asked disoriented. Alice raised an eyebrow at the rest of the group, knowing that something was clearly going on with the brunette.

"You've been in your world for over a week." Bette said, frowning.

"Is something worrying you?" Tina asked, trying to get her friend to open up.

Shane shook her head. "Everything is fine, girls." She assured.

Bun nothing was right. It was no longer a question of fucking you. Shane wanted to possess you completely. You were everything she wanted and needed. Just by seeing you from a distance she was sure that her day could get better. But at the same time she was refusing to let herself fall into temptation again.

It was an endless, toxic cycle that repeated itself in her head. It wasn't your fault, it wasn't your fault that you were her addiction.

She walked from one end of her room to the other without stopping, she had already lost count of how many times she had done it.

She ran her hands through her hair exasperatedly and let out a cry of frustration. She was trying with all her strength, not to want you by her side again. Not needing to feel your skin against hers.

But it wasn't working, and she began to feel her fingers tremble in desperation to have you again.

"Shane... come back to me." Your voice echoed in her head.

"Fuck fuck... FUCK." Came out of her mouth and without another thought, she grabbed her car keys and headed out the door.

You were sitting next to your kitchen counter, a glass of wine rested in your left hand and the morning newspaper in your right. You only had on panties and sandals. Why have more clothes when you are alone in your house.

The sun had just risen and you had had trouble falling asleep, so at 6 AM you were already awake starting your day.

A loud knock was heard on your door and your head peeked above the newspaper with a raised eyebrow. You took one more sip of your wine, grabbed the shirt thrown on the chair next to you, and then headed to the entrance of your house.

You buttoned two buttons on your shirt and then massaged your temples before opening the door. Who could be fucking around at this hour?

Maybe it was your best friend Clara, who had told you to go have breakfast together since she was also awake.

But not. It wasn't Clara, or the postman, or your neighbor Nathan to bring you freshly baked cookies. It was Shane.

She was wearing a dark gray tank top with black pants and boots. Her breathing was accelerated as if she had run for half an hour and her hair was messy, giving her that sexy touch.

Her gaze went straight to your bare thighs and you heard her swallow. You frowned, not knowing why she was there, and a little annoyed that she showed up at your door after pretending you didn't exist.

"Can I help you?" You asked in an icy tone, leaning against the door.

Shane snapped out of her trance and returned her gaze to your face. The face she swore was carved by the gods.

“I…” she trailed off, and you let out a sigh. You weren't up for her nonsense.

"Speak, or I'll slam the door in your face." You said bluntly.

"I need you." She said and looked at you with pleading eyes.

"What was that?" You asked, frowning.

"I need you." She exclaimed and then pronounced your name slowly, tasting it on her lips.

"Go and fuck another girl if you're so desperate." You said with a shrug.

"No, you don't understand. And I don't understand it either." She clutched the bridge of her nose in frustration. "I need you... with me."

You wanted to laugh, thinking she was playing a joke on you.

"You, Shane break-hearts-without-looking-back McCutcheon, with a reputation as a womanizer and no affectionate ties, needs me?" You asked, crossing your arms.

"Please let me come in and let's talk." She asked you, rather by her tone she begged you.

And you thought about it, you thought about it very well before giving her an answer.

"Alright... come in." You said making room for her at the door to enter.

Her features relaxed quite a bit knowing that you would give her the opportunity to have a conversation.

You closed the door and stared at the back of her head, almost shooting lightning bolts through your eyes. You were still very angry, and you would let her know that.

But you were different from her, you were more strategic, more stealthy with your movements. No doubt she would know how upset you were, and would pay the consequences, but for now you would let her talk.

"So?" You asked tilting your head.

"I can't stop thinking about you. In your voice, in your look, in your smile... you, simply you." She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "I know I have no right to demand anything from you, I was the one who walked away after all. But, you just don't stop running through my head every second of my day and I can't take it anymore."

"What do you want from me? Call me again every night at 3 AM to come to your house and fuck until 8 AM?" You asked her and took another sip.

"At first, I thought I just missed sex with you, but it wasn't just that. I miss everything about you." Shane said your name again and you felt a shiver go down your spine. Your name on her lips could make you cum in seconds. "You're not like any other girl I've ever met. You're special, and I knew it from the first moment I saw you, but I guess at the time I didn't know that I'd find myself begging you for a second chance months later."

"I didn't hear you beg." You said and Shane bit her lip.

"Do you want me to beg?" She asked you, and you knew in that moment that you had her exactly where you wanted her.

"Hmm... later." You took the last sip of your wine and left it on the coffee table to get up from the couch and start walking around the living room.

You felt her eyes on you the entire time you moved. You didn't say a single word, knowing how unsettled Shane was, not knowing what was going through your mind at that moment. And you could only enjoy having her in the palm of your hand.

"How long have you been feeling like this?" You asked suddenly and turned to look at her.

"Ever since I started ignoring you." She answered bluntly.

"It's been over a month..." you said and approached her, kneeling in front of the couch to have her face to face. "And what assures me that if I give you another chance, you won't fuck with me again later on?"

"I wouldn't be here in the first place if I knew this was just a stupid whim." She responded with a frown.

"Isn't it? Are you sure about that, Shane?" You asked dismissively and she snorted.

"I know it very well." She said and you noticed the confidence in her voice.

"M'kay." You said and stood up again. You walked to the wall in front of the couch and leaned against it.

"I know what you're doing." She told you, resting her arms on each leg, leaning forward.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You played dumb.

"Yeah, you do." She counterattacked.

"What am I doing?" You asked playing with a strand of your hair.

"You're making me desperate on purpose. You're taking revenge." That comment made you laugh.

"No, Shane. My revenge is knowing that I have you wrapped around my little finger, and using it against you."

"Are you enjoying it? You like knowing that you have me like this?" She asked you, frustration was evident in her voice but at the same time you saw a small smile try to sneak past the side of her lips.

"Yes. You don't know how good it feels, love." You said and Shane trembled hearing what you called her.

"Call me that again." She said. Her voice becoming hoarse.

"Oh? Are you ordering me around?" You asked amused and took a step forward. "I think you're wrong, Shane. I'm the one in charge here. I make the rules, I dictate what's done, and I'll call you however I want."

You were used to a different dynamic. During sex it was always Shane who took control. She always threw you on the bed, pinned you against the mattress, and moved you like a doll to whatever position she wanted.

This time it would be different. You wouldn't let her give a single order. You watched as she clenched her fists and smiled to yourself.

"You're getting angry." You said watching her knuckles turn white. "What's wrong Shane? Don't you like not having control of the situation?"

Your mocking tone was evident. Shane looked away with her brow completely furrowed.

"Look at me." You ordered in a firm voice, her eyes falling on you again. "Don't stop looking at me." You walked towards her and knelt down so you were face to face again. "That's it. Don't stop looking at me. I want to see those pretty eyes staring at me."

You traced her jaw lightly with your fingers, making her shiver. Shane had a mental battle, and her coherent side ended up winning, telling her that if she wanted to win you back the best decision she could make was to follow your orders to the letter.

Her green gems stayed on you the entire time. You bit your lip and gently ran your thumb over her bottom lip, pulling it down slightly causing her lips to part slightly.

Your mouth watered just from that action. Seeing her lips was so tempting, knowing the magic she could do with them, and how loud she could make you scream.

You put your thumb in her mouth, and she gave you access to it without a second thought, keeping her gaze on you the entire time.

"Suck." You ordered and instantly felt her tongue tracing circles on your finger. You let out a small moan at the sensation.

God, how you missed her tongue.

You removed your thumb from her mouth, letting only a trickle of saliva connect her lips to your finger. You heard a small whimper but you ignored her.

"Sit back." You said completely serious.

Shane rested her back on the backrest and you looked down at her chest. Her breasts were slightly visible behind her tank top, and her flat abdomen rose and fell due to her heavy breathing.

You wanted to run your hands over and over all over her body, but that would be a reward for her and you wouldn't give her the pleasure.

"Take off your pants." You ordered again. Shane undid the button and pulled down the zipper in a second, completely desperate.

"Woah woah, why the rush?" You stopped her and she looked at you with pleading eyes. "Slow down. We have all day to catch up, right?"

Shane raised her hips so she could take off ger pants, this time going slowly. Her hands trembled as she contained her desire to tear apart her clothes along with yours. When her pants finally fell to the floor, you could see her white panties. A transparent stain on them was visible right where the lining covered her pussy. You stared at that point without moving and then raised your gaze to her eyes.

"Touch yourself."

"What?" She asked at the unexpected order.

"Did I stutter? No, I said touch yourself." You said slowly. "Give me a show. Come on, put your fingers under the fabric, you're already wet."

Shane wasn't used to being in that position. She felt exposed and weak. Taking a deep breath she slowly lowered her fingers to her panties and slid them through her folds. Her middle finger began to trace circles on her clit and involuntary sighs came from his lips. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensation, trying to get at least something out of it.

"God, you look so sexy touching yourself." You said looking her up and down.

Shane jumped in surprise as she felt your fingers on the sides of her hips, grabbing the sides of ger panties. You slowly lowered them and tossed them to the side.

"Open your legs more." Shane followed your order. "Good girl. Now play with yourself."

You took off your shirt, showing your bare breasts and Shane bit her lower lip to start tracing circles faster.

You brought your hands to your nipples and played with them, massaging, pulling, you even took one at a time and moaned.

Shane wanted to touch you, to run her hands over your skin again, but she knew you wouldn't let her, not for now at least. You released your left nipple making a "pop" sound and looked at her. Her eyes were fixed on you without moving, her fingers moved agilely and quickly and her chest rose and fell without stopping.

"Stick your fingers inside you."

She stuck her middle finger in and you moaned just by looking at it. You wanted your fingers to be the ones inside her.

She began to take it out and put it in slowly and deeply. After a few minutes she added another, her index finger, and began making scissor movements. You approached her and ran your hands along her white thighs. Shane's skin crawled and you just watched as her fingers disappeared.

You licked your lips and playfully bit her left thigh. You traced a line of wet kisses along the area, and then headed further towards the center. You pulled your hand away from Shane and gave her center a lick, listening to her hold her breath. You repeated the action and then began to suck on her clit, pushing her thighs down when they tried to get up.

You smiled watching Shane melt under your touch. Her hands went to your head and became tangled in your strands. She tugged gently and leaned her head back.

"Shit..."

"It feels good, right?" You asked, replacing your tongue with two fingers, curling them inside her to reach her sweet spot, making a low moan leave her lips. "Take everything off."

Shane didn't hesitate for two seconds to follow your orders. Her mind was clouded and she didn't process her actions before doing them. You had her completely naked at your mercy and she didn't give a shit anymore, she just wanted you to continue making her feel like she was touching the sky with your fingers.

Your name began to leave his lips almost incoherently, like a minimal murmur. You slowed your movements and looked at her with a cruel smile.

"I can not hear you." You pushed your fingers deeper and Shane gripped the back of the couch. She moaned your name this time loud and clear.

"Please..."

"Please that?" You asked following your torture of slow movements.

"I need... I need you..."

"Speak up or I'll stop." You sued.

"MAKE ME CUM FOR FUCK SAKE." She said in a completely desperate manner.

You wrapped your arm around her waist and leaned on her, with your fingers still inside her you began a back and forth of quick, short movements.

You felt her pussy squeeze your fingers and instantly your cunt was dripping just thinking about how good it felt. Shane's back arched completely and you silenced her moans by pressing your lips to hers.

Her mouth sucked on your tongue and you moaned. You bit her lip until it bled and then you lowered your kisses to her neck, sucking her to your pleasure and leaving her marked with red and purplish areas compared to her pale skin.

"Will you leave me again?" You asked in her ear, your movements not stopping. Shane shook her head. "Words, love. I need words."

"I'll never leave again, I swear. Please..." her hands went to your scalp and pulled, you let out a satisfied sound in her ear. "Fuck fuck fuck, ohmyfuckingod..."

"You close?" You whispered and with a single tug on her part you knew. "How badly do you need it?"

"So bad. So fucking bad. Please."

"Gosh, you're sexy when you beg." You smiled and gave her all. "I should do this more often. Your pussy loves my fingers from what I see...not to mention my tongue. I think I might go pussydrunk just from eating you for five minutes."

Shane's body began to have small convulsions and you knew her orgasm was beginning to spread through her body. You were amazed to see how she fell apart in your arms, and all because of you. Her tight walls almost caged your fingers completely and you couldn't do anything but love the way her body reacted to your touch.

"Fucking christ." You whispered more to yourself than to her. You raised your head to look into her eyes. You took your fingers out of her slowly and rested your hand on her belly, drawing soft circles lovingly.

Her green eyes locked onto yours and her hands came to rest on your cheeks. You looked at her lips and then up at her eyes again.

"Were you serious or was it just the ecstacy of the moment?" You asked completely seriously.

"I want to be with you." She assured you and brought her face closer to yours. "Really." Her voice sounded so sincere that the fight between your heart and your brain took for granted.

You slowly closed the distance between you and you melted into a soft and loving kiss.

C: Hey guys! Carm here. Just leaving this and walking away very slowly ~jiji~. Love you guys so much! How you enjoyed ;). I also want to clarify that english is not my first language so I'm very very sorry if something is not written correctly.

Remember to stay hydrated, sleep well ~with Shane~ and masturbate to get to know your body ♡♡♡

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joaofelix70 · 8 months

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A CRESCENT LOVE, AN EPHEMERAL PASSION | joão félix sequeira.

summary: you and joão spent all the summer together. you even met his friends and brother. could this be the beginning of a crescent love or just an ephemeral passion? his friendship with his ex would ruin everything between the two of you?

author's notes: after the win against luxemburgo, where portugal national team set the record of goals, his ex just posted "mysterious" pics with floki, his dog. joão was also there, almost hidden, actually. we all know she always does it, never assuming anything maturely, but instigating the frustration of the fans who care about him and to make every gossip website and tv show talk about it, just like a teenager who wants attention would act. basically, this inspired me. i really don't hate anyone, by the way. even thought influencers who don't spread any impactful content and nepobabies with no talent and only standard beauty annoys me, i can't lie.

warnings: bad language (of course it's joão saying the words), chaotically humorous almost all the time, but also involving sadness and angst. implicit sex reference, i guess? maybe?

what do you feel when you hear my name? shame? embarrassment?

does your brain even bring you any sign or memory involving me?

do you ever think about me?

are your moments with her comparable to ours?

can we talk? can we communicate?

is it my fault? do you miss me?

your head was drunk for the whirlwinds of questions that piled up and get bigger, like waves. they seemed to be drowning you. the glowing light and peace of your woody brown gaze gives you triggers. his smile remains embedded, in your heart, an eternal home. the numbness and wrapping of his lips, every inch of his tanned skin and firm muscles being appreciated and admired by you. his hair was shiny, soft and full by the salty waters of the european beaches: always caressed for you. his laughs at you giving him the most silly and lazy hairstyles, with you pretending to be a professional who was filming your customer to tiktok.

“do that pose! yes, your hand against your face! now, give me that playboy eye. just like that! you’re doing amazing, sweetie!”

when you get carried away in the game ‘who am i?’ and tried so hard doing the mimes, jumping excitedly and demonstrating your animation in a loud tone, before covering your own mouth and feigning naturalness, just to repeat the same instant acts.

when you made joão watch your random dances as soon as you won at uno and he’d tell how hilarious you were. when you cooked your regional foods and desserts for félix, his brother who’s hugo, alex — the photographer — diogo from the movemind channel and all of his friends. when he used to hold your face, rest his touch on your waist and thighs. tracing his fingerprints across your scalp, reveling in the ethereal smell of your hair, laying his lips against your entire face and stature, exalting you completely: from your ears, neck, collarbone, belly, legs and even your feet. being a gentleman, joão opened the car door for you, he intertwined the hands of you both in every single opportunity and helped you eat: having the cutlery for you to open your mouth and giving you support with the napkin. when you did his goal celebration. when the two of you invented a handshake, along with various inside jokes. for example, when joão posted many videos of him swimming and playing in the ocean.

“hey, flounder! ‘the little mermaid’? i loved it!”

“why am i not your ariel, tho?”

“why you didn’t say you’d prefer to be eric of the real life?”

“give me some respect, i’m the protagonist of this shit!”

“slay, king!”

you remember singing the songs that played in his car in the most chaotic way, using his hand as a microphone and taking the opportunity to kiss all over it and his fancy bracelets. you offered him affection biting his skin and enjoyed acting like his personal masseuse. you called him ‘my prince of portugal’.

“please, don’t become a stranger.” your last words, face to face. the intensity of the summer weeks of vacation, which were already ending, consuming you.

“you know i’d never do that. look, you’re such a unique person, and even though we’re gonna go back to our busy routines, i still wanna keep you in my life. i still wanna be that close to you.” joão declared and they both found comfort in each other’s arms. his perfume granted the beg leave and penetrated your lungs, giving you life. you felt like you shouldn’t let it go, but there was nothing else to accomplish. you were single, so was he. you ask yourself if everything would be different. maybe if you had tried your lips once again: asking him to give a chance to them, to have more. to not leave what you went through, together, in the box of forgotten memories. would that really suffice, though?

"it's obvious that you’d choose the blonde influencer with light eyes, slender body and member of a rich family. the one who was with a formula 1 racer days before she went to meet you. before you just disappear from my life, without saying anything. the one that doesn't show an ounce of authenticity and, of course, affective responsibility. who am i in comparison to her?! right, joão?" your voice flashed the disparity of fragility and indignation, trembling hands clutching the phone.

“y/n, listen to me. you’d never understand it, okay? you’re not inside this relationship, me and her are. you’re seeing it from the outside, just like everyone else. yeah, she was hanging out and making out with other people. so was i with you. but then, some things changed.” john seemed to be busy. echoes of other people's voices ran through the call.

“nothing has happened between us since the vacation, joão. what doesn’t make sense because i thought you were liking me. i only think about you!” you vented out and received silence. his answers tried to become existent and complete. he stammered, the audible sound of his familiar backwards cap being pulled off and his honey-colored hair being rubbed against his own fingerprints.

“do you think i don’t like you? holy shit, y/n. i even thought we could have so much more. a future together and everything. i think about you and i swear in the name of my family, and i already said that they mean the fucking world to me. the thing is: there’s something that still keep me going back to her. i don’t know if it’s because i’m with her since i was younger, but…”

“joão, this is emotional dependence. i’m sorry to tell you this, however, it’s necessary. i care about you. you’re so internally and externally beautiful, precious, successful and talented. you deserve better!” you interrupted him, stepping back and forth.

“y/n, i love her. when i looked at you…”

“she’s all that you see, right?”

“hm… yeah…” félix found himself in a bind. paralyzed, he remained without an answer for a while. the coldness of the material of his gold necklace touches his tongue: a way to combat the nervousness that generates the gnawed nails.

“my toxic behavior wants to help and fix you so badly, but i know i can’t get more involved than that. i’m not the one for you.” the words reproduced by yourself reinforced the fragmentation of your heart.

“j, baby… are you coming or not? i’m waiting for you, floki is waiting for his dad!” you heard that female voice call to him and realized the way that just this factor made his breathing destabilize.

“i think this is officially the end of whatever we had, joão. goodbye!” your voice was unstable and he realized it: sharp as deep, transparent and suffocating waters.

“i wish you the best, y/n. i apologize for not being what you expected, what you needed, and…”

“caralho, joão! que merda! (holy fuck, joão! what the hell?). come on, give me your phone!” the girl began to rant. her heels against the floor were exclamatory. she was running out of patience.

the call is over. again, you were superimposed on the ocean of blazing tears. you tried to convince yourself that everything went the way it was supposed to be.

but was it for real?

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jobean12-blog · 8 months

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Sunshine in the Dark

Pairing: Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Reader

Word Count: 803

Summary: You share a recent dream with Bucky and he makes it come true.

Author's Note: This is another entry for @pupandkisasaesthetics aesthetics challenge! Thank you to the beauties @sgt-seabass and @rookthorne for hosting! HUGS and LOVE! 💕The picture I got is posted below. I know it's a bright a colorful picture but when I saw it this is where my brain went. I also love this pairing because it's not the usual love story. And you can interpret what he gives her at the break in the story any way you want- could just be cuddles, could be much more intimate...anything you like from him. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰 **Dream description is in italics**

Warnings: it's really soft and sweet with a tinge of sad but it's a happy ending!

PS: this is how I picture my soft werewolf!Bucky in human form. Just beautiful and beefy and that hair and the beard and YUM!

“Tell me what it is that has you smiling like that doll.”

You walk into his open arms, tucking yourself against his chest and resting your cheek to his bare skin.

“I had the most wonderful dream,” you sigh, your smile fading.

“A dream,” he muses. “Tell me about it.”

After you remain silent for some time he strokes your back, gently coaxing you with every brush of his fingers.

“The sky stretched for miles in a brilliant expanse of cerulean blue, devoid of clouds. And the sun…it was dazzling, blessing everything in it’s path with it’s radiant warmth. My skin was glowing as I soaked it in and a soft breeze caressed it just enough to keep me cool…”

Bucky looks down at you, grasping your chin between his long fingers as he tilts your face up to meet his eyes. His brow is drawn in as his thumb sweeps across the outline of your lips.

“And?” he whispers.

“And the sun’s golden rays danced across the water, turning it into a dazzling stretch of blue and green where each gentle ripple was transformed into a glimmering ribbon of light that sparkled and swayed.”

A single red tear rolls down your cheek.

His thumb catches it and he brushes it away, resting his forehead to yours.

“You miss it,” he states sadly.

“So much.”

He presses a soft kiss to your temple, then to your cheek, moving to the other side to do the same before capturing your lips.

“If I could bring this dream to life, I would,” he murmurs against your lips.

“I know,” you answer, ghosting your mouth along his jaw and nipping lightly with your fangs.

Your lips continue to his ear, pressing a kiss just below before you run your nose down his neck with an inhale and rest your head to his shoulder.

“What would you have me do?” he asks. “Anything to have you smiling again doll.”

You fingers graze his forearm, the corded muscles flexing under your touch, then teasingly glide them higher until you reach his collarbone.

When you look up into his eyes, blue like the water you dreamed of, his lips twitch with a smirk and you feel the shift begin, soft fur growing beneath your fingertips.

“As you wish,” he says, his voice already more of a growl.

The wind rushes past you, your heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. The air is rich with the scent of damp soil and pine and the light of moon filters through the entwined branches above, casting flittering shadows across the ground.

Suddenly, the forest opens up into a small clearing bathed in moonlight. Bucky slows down to a graceful trot, his ears perky and alert. Your breath catches at the sight before you.

“Bucky,” you whisper, slipping from his body but still holding tightly to his dark fur with one hand.

He stills and nudges you forward with his cold nose, staring at the cave entrance. You nod and move toward it, cocking your head when you hear a familiar sound.

You move slowly, taking in every noise and smell with your heightened senses. Bucky’s claws scrape quietly along the rocky floor, echoing off the walls as he follows closely behind and when you reach your destination, you stop dead in your tracks.

The scene is a symphony of darkness and light that unfolds beneath the soft glow of flickering candles and the light of the moon. There in the shadows the pool reveals itself, it’s water shimmering under the illumination of the countless candles surrounding it and an opening in the cave’s ceiling that allows the moon’s glow to infiltrate and bathe it all in a silvery glow.

The light flashes and glitters on the water’s surface, a mirror of liquid moonlight, moving with graceful fluidity. Every ripple becomes a cascade of sparkling diamonds, capturing the moonlight and transforming it into a thousand fleeting stars and each time a soft breeze floats on the air the candlelight falters, casting intricate patterns along the walls of the cave.

You whisper his name again, your voice breaking with emotion.

Then you hear him start to shift behind you, his bones realigning and fur receding. When you turn to look at him his muscles are still rippling under his skin, adjusting to his human form.

He strides toward you, his long hair brushing his shoulders as he bends to scoop you into his arms.

Your lips tremble as they brush his softly. “Thank you.”

He smiles against your lips and walks into the water, cradling you against his chest until you’re submerged up to your chin.

“You’ve given me everything,” you whisper, unwrapping yourself from his arms and spreading yourself out to float above the surface of the water.

“You are everything,” he murmurs.

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indiaalphawhiskey · 6 months

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fake fic title! "crescent moons fix broken hearts"

would love it if it could be hl? 👀

Sorry this took so long! I really needed to write something today to flex the muscle, I hope you and @awesomefringey (who submitted the t-shirt pic) like it. 🥰 (I tried to post this twice with a moodboard but Tumblr wouldn’t let me. 😒)

🌙 Crescent Moons Fix Broken Hearts

Sitting in the en suite of the lavish hotel room, the soft lighting of the vanity illuminating the planes of his face, Harry let the radical irony of what he was about to do wash over him.

It was a weird thing, he realized, this feeling of waiting for a moment your entire life – preserving it, building it up – only to have it finally, finally come in a form so different it was almost laughable.

Not almost. Harry did laugh.

Half because he caught sight of his ridiculously nervous expression in the mirror, and half because apparently, one minute someone could be the perfect pure, virginal (if a little sexually frustrated) Omega groom-to-be fitting their bespoke wedding suit in at a highly exclusive designer shop, and three days later, be that very same Omega, revenge and wildly expensive tequila shooting through their veins as they booked their would-have-been honeymoon suite to have raunchy sex with an Alpha they’d hired specifically to finally deflower them, once and for all.

Turns out getting dumped in a Saville Row dressing room because one’s ex-fiancé thought they were quote, “an uppity, frigidly cold fish who he probably had no sexual chemistry with anyway”, unquote, really lit a fire under one’s arse.

Harry flared his nose in anger, his thoughts murderous as images of his beautiful, wasted wedding invitations danced back into his mind, haunting him. His cheeks began their now familiar pinkening with his remembered humiliation, and then…

A soft knock unfortunately interrupted Harry’s montage of fantastic daydreams of running over every single one of his ex-fiancé’s prized watches to the intro of Led Zeppelin’s Immigrant Song.

“Come in,” he called out gently – or as gently as one could through gritted teeth.

As the door slid away, the unfamiliar, unassuming coolness of rosemary and sage rolled in slowly. Harry wasn’t used to it; accustomed to sharing spaces with the scent of warm whiskey and leather layered with that wretchedly expensive cologne Harry had always hated.

But back to the sage.

Sage, and rosemary, and cedar, and… he let the last note tickle his nose as he tried to name it.

“Are you okay?” Louis Tomlinson asked.

… and soap, Harry realized, oddly comforted even as he wondered whether the name was a pseudonym; wondered if it was standard procedure to print such a convincing alias on a discreet calling card that would eventually be passed across an elegant brunch table at the Dorchester.

(‘Niall, don’t be absurd,’ Harry had sniffed, trying his best to push the card back towards him without making a scene. ‘Jesus, just be normal and introduce me to one of your investment bankers, or something.’

Niall had given him a long, silent, and completely unimpressed look in response, glancing down at the engagement ring Harry was still wearing, if only to make a point. Ouch.

‘Harry, trust me. After this shitshow, you of all people deserve an orgasm on the first go. Treat yourself.’)

“I’m alright.” The polite platitude was out of his mouth accompanied by a reserved smile through the mirror before he could stop it.

It wasn’t like he could tell the truth anyway; not like he could say, ‘No, actually. I’m fucking livid, because a week ago I was about to be married, and today my financial manager called to ask if my credit card had been stolen because there was a suspicious charge from RoyaLT Enterprises for a ‘Platinum Package – All Inclusive’ on it when I was assured this service would be discreet, goddamnit!’

He bit his tongue, mostly because Harry didn’t tell Louis about the jilting; had decided against it the moment he had clicked ‘Platinum’, the description reading ‘two-week session with certified heat coach (Alpha) focused on scent familiarity, building sexual rapport, and discussing intimacy needs in addition to agreed heat cycle partnership.’

A virgin who had saved himself for marriage only to be jilted a week before his wedding because he was, in fact, a virgin, paying for sex and intimacy, trapped in a room with someone who really shouldn’t be as attractive as he had turned out to be… It had all just felt a little too humiliating.

Which, speaking of…

“Sorry,” Harry blurted out softly now, slowly coming to his senses. He turned to face Louis, his eyes widening. “We’re… we’re on the clock, aren’t we? Am I… I’m wasting your time?”

Louis chuckled softly – kindly, really – and casually leaned against the door frame, crossing his ankles. He was shirtless, Harry only now realized, as he watched him slip both hands into the pockets of his silk pajama bottoms, making them ride dangerously low against his happy trail.

Louis shook his head. “You’re supposed to take your time, get comfortable with me.” He raised his hand to gesture to himself – what he was wearing, and then the space between them. “This is all part of it.” He grinned wide, and Harry had noticed he was handsome when they’d met, but the genuine warmth of his smile is what made it. (Well, his smile, and his abs, and the still respectable but no less impressive hint of a bulge in his pajama bottoms…) “It’s called the boyfriend package for a reason.”

Funny, Harry thought then, feeling just a little bit… well, a little bit wet. He’d never had a boyfriend who looked quite like this.

Niall’s wise words began to reverberate in his mind: ‘Treat yourself.’

Harry bit back a cheeky smile. He intended to.

— Or, When Harry Styles did things, he did them right. Why should losing his virginity be any different?

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wannabanghwang · 1 year

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Summary : minho walks in while you’re sucking hyunjin off in the practice room

Word count : 876

Warnings? : blowjob, slight dirty talk, getting caught

You were sitting on the couch in the practice room watching Hyunjin perform a piece of choreography he was working on. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, every single piece of him commanded attention. His beautiful face and the now slightly damp long blonde hair framing it. The way he moved with the rhythm, utmost control over every single body part. Most of all, the way his clothes clung to his tall slender frame just perfectly, highlighting the lean muscle underneath them. He had restarted the music on this same part four times already and you could tell he was getting frustrated with something he wasn’t doing “right” by his standards. After going over it once again he sighed exasperatedly and stalked up to you on the couch. He towered over you, breathing heavily and running his hands through his hair.

“What’s got you so riled up, hm?” You question, cocking an eyebrow up at him.

“The one part,” he breathes, “I keep missing the beat completely and coming in late.” He grumbles.

“I thought it looked perfect, I don’t even know which part you’re talking about!” You say, trying to lighten his mood.

“You think everything I do looks perfect cause you wanna fuck me.” Hyunjin replies bluntly, but with the same cockiness he has when he dances.

“Maybe I do.” You reply, dragging your hand up his thigh, stopping when you reach the bulge in his pants. “Do you have something against that?” You continue, smiling when his cock twitches against your fingers.

His eyes go dark, trailing down your body where you’re sitting between his legs. He brings his thumb up to your lip, dragging it slowly down and tugging on your bottom one.

“Open.” He says, pushing his thumb into your mouth. You know how much of a sucker Hyunjin is for oral, so you make a show of sucking on his thumb, dragging your tongue along the length of it all while gazing up at him with your best doe eyes. He smirks slightly, pulling his thumb out of your mouth and shaking his head, amused.

“So dirty.”

You respond by reaching for the zipper of his black pants, tugging it down quickly.

“So eager too, hm? Want to suck my dick so bad you have to do it in the practice room?” He questions, running a hand through your hair.

“Mm.” You hum, “can’t help it when you look like that.” You grin, slipping a finger into his waistband. You push the band down just enough to pull his length out. He’s hard and hot between your fingers, you scold yourself internally for being so eager. Who on earth thinks dicks are pretty? Well, you, ever since you've seen Hyunjin’s. Everything about the man is pretty, his face, his body, his movements…and his cock. It’s long, fairly above average and he knows it. He gets off when you can’t fit him fully in your mouth, choking a little when he bucks his hips, having to wrap your hands around the base while your mouth busies the tip. You realize you’re staring when Hyunjin speaks ;

“Cmon baby, you wanna suck me off so bad, then do it.” He purrs, his hand twisting a makeshift ponytail in your hair. Hyunjin is always so proper, so put together but when he’s horny and in a certain mood, his pretty persona starts to crack and you get to see how dirty his mouth really is. It doesn’t happen like this often, so when it does you like to drink it as best you can. You lick a stripe from the base to the tip before taking him in your mouth as far as it goes. He groans harshly, his breathing still shallow from dancing minutes before. The hand tangled in your hair tightens, following as you bob your head up and down his length. One of your hands twists up and down the base of his cock, slicking it with your saliva. Your other hand sneaks underneath his shirt, fingers dragging up and down the ridges of his abdomen. It’s messy and the noises coming from his mouth are downright sinful. Hyunjin looks down at you with dark glossy eyes, his plush pink lips parted to allow room for his ragged breaths. You could come at the sight alone, you think to yourself. You’re interrupted by Minho opening the studio door and dropping his bag on the floor next to it. For a moment he doesn’t realize, that is until he raises his gaze, clocking you and Hyunjin at the couch.He immediately fixes his eyes on the ceiling, not even bothering to leave the room.

“Really? In here?” He says flatly.

“Don’t you know how to knock!” Hyunjin whines, frantically redoing his zipper.

“Well I knew you would be in here, but I assumed you’d be dancing not making a porno.” Minho replies bluntly, seemingly unbothered.

“I was dancing I just-“ Hyunjin sputters before Minho cuts him off.

“I don’t even wanna know, I’ll be back in ten minutes you better be done.” He says, turning on his heel and shutting the door with a click.

“Let’s go back to mine.” You laugh as Hyunjin covers his flushed face with his hands.

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violettduchess · 1 year

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A/N: Welcome to my new series! While I am still working on my Kiss fics with the Vamp suitors, Prince suitors can move on to this which begs the question: What is it like with your suitor right after the fireworks of making love?

This is not a request but my own decison to start with Gilbert as it is the first fic after his route release and I wanted to test the waters with writing him. I am happy to say I think I found a balance between what I have imagined before and canon.

Gilbert x reader

Warning: Minor spoiler from his route

Word Count: 533

You are a prisoner. Your cell? The circle of Gilbert’s arms, the weight of his leg pinning yours to the matress, the scrape of his teeth over the rounded curve of your shoulder, holding the promise of another rosy bite. Another flower in the garden of crimson and pink blossoms he has already decorated your body with. Floral garlands of his desire adorning you like sylvan cords. He tightens his embrace, an anaconda wrapping itself around its prey, reassuring itself that the prey is still there. Reminding the prey that it has no hope of escape.

But you do not want to escape. You welcome your captor, the man with one eye blue as heaven and one eye red as hell. He has taken your heart, against all odds, against all logic, and cups it protectively, possessively, in his bone-white hands, hands that have delivered ruthless justice accompanied by the sharpest of smiles, and he will trample any man, woman, nation or God underfoot before he lets it go. You sigh, running your fingertips over the cool skin of his forearms, over the lines of sinew and muscle under the moonlight of his skin, the topography of a heavenly body whose gravity binds you.

“If my Häschen is still able to sigh, then I have not done my job.”

His voice is by your ear, soft as starshine, dark as pitch. It still sinks into your consciousness like a stone in still waters, but the ripples that emanate from that smooth tongue and spread through your veins are not pulsing with fear as they did when you first met, but smoldering with desire, gleaming with something you would dare call love. You bite back a smile, your lips still sore from the gnaw of his teeth, the demanding drive of his tongue.

He is a ravenous lover, your Obsidian emperor. Forever hungry, never satisfied. Even now, just minutes after you exploded like radiant meteors across the night sky, even as your skin is still sparking from the assault of his fingers and mouth, he is restless, needy, turning you around so that you face him, both of you shrouded by the dim shadows of his bedroom.

“Your job?” Your voice is rounded by tenderness, worn down like a stone to smooth affection by the waves of Gilbert's relentless insistence that you are his.

There is so much beauty in that face, in that gaze, that you can’t help reaching up, touching his face with a gentle hand, fingers stroking the line of his jaw. His eyes close, his breath shuddering in his chest at your touch, at the loving caress you bestow upon him. This is all he has ever wanted. He turns his head, catching your finger between his white teeth, your tiny gasp as loud as an explosion in his ears. He smiles slowly, sucking on the offended finger, pain and pleasure twining together like velvet barbs dancing along your sensitive nerves. Suddenly, he shifts and the world tilts. You are underneath his long body, caged in by his arms, pinned yet again by the press of his hips.

“My job,” he murmurs as he lowers his head, breathing in the familiar scent of your hair, the one that perfumes his every thought. “Is to leave you so breathless, that not even a single sigh is possible.”

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obitohno · 2 years

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[ k i n k t o b e r ]

answerphone

hatake kakashi x reader

synopsis ⤸

work calls, but kakashi has you a little tied up.

themes ⤸

fem! reader, 18+, dom! kakashi, sub! reader, (light) bondage, shibari, anal sex, fingering, slight double penetration (with fingers), squirting, anal creampie

word count ⤸

1k (unedited)

a/n ⤸

so, idk how many of you read naruto fanfictions, but this was the first fandom that i ever wrote for, so i just had to include it as a part of kinktober, so i hope that you enjoy! also, idk if dp counts if it's just fingers, but i included it as a tag just in case ;-;

reblogs are appreciated ~

the beauty of kakashi’s face is one that you—and you, only—are honoured with every morning that you wake by his side.

you are also privy to the sight in the evenings, too, when he presses you beneath him, your gaze drawn to the beauty mark on his chin before it disappears from view when he noses at your jaw, his mouth closing over your pulse.

instinctively, you’re reaching for a fistful of the silvery strands of hair that sit atop his head, only for your wrist to catch, halted by the burn of red that harshly bites into your skin.

this isn’t the first time that he’s had you submit to him like this, the strands of scarlet crisscrossing a pretty pattern along your skin, your wrists knotted together with an intricate tie that you have no choice but to trust him to free you from once he’s had his way with you.

between your legs, his prick stretches your second hole wide, the bulge of his girth repeatedly bullying its way past the tight ring of muscles that desperately suck him in with each lust-driven thrust that knocks the breath from your lungs. frustratingly empty, your cunt clenches on nothing but air, dribbling a translucent goo that aids the glide of his cock as it pistons into the heated cavern of your rear, your folds spread open by two long fingers that serve to do nothing but make your head spin, dizzy with the craving for more.

when you voice this aloud, the warmth of his breath fans across your cheek, a chuckle huffed from between the very lips that are now spreading a tantalising heat along the stretch of your collarbone.

‘more?’ he hums, a single, grey brow quirking upward, disappearing beneath the mop of silver hair. giddy with need, you nod your encouragement, choking on the saliva that pools on the flat of your tongue when a particularly rough thirst has you gasping. ‘didn’t realise you were so greed—’

he’s interrupted by an all-too familiar vibration that has the two of you stilling.

the phone is ringing again.

‘ignore it,’ kakashi is already drivelling his cock deep into your heat once more.

with your hands bound together, connected to the centre of your chest by a second length of rope that has also been looped around the column of your throat, you can only stretch your arms so far, your fingers barely grazing his over his pectoral muscle that dances beneath the dampened surface of his skin.

‘’s the third time,’ you protest. ‘it could be import—’

‘it’s saturday,’ he bemoans. ‘you can call ‘em on monday.’

his pelvis is pressed flush against your own, his hips gyrating, pubic hair brushing over your sensitive clit. again, he’s enamoured by the way that your cunt glistens with a fresh dollop of slick clenching from out of your hole, but to his chagrin, you’re distracted by the device that continues to ring.

‘’kashi,’ your cheek is turning towards the bedside table, attention no longer focused on him. ‘i’ll get rid of them—just let me—’

‘no.’

in all the years that the two of you have known one another, rarely does he deny you, so when the singular word is snapped out from between those lips that you adore so much, you’re a tad startled by his sharp tone.

‘no?’ you gape, glazed stare focusing on his beauty mark once again. his fingers are gently tugging at the rope that winds around your neck, and you blink, meeting his frown with a raised brow. ‘but—’

‘no,’ he says again, the pad of his thumb stroking its way inside your cunt, the muscles of your inner walls tightening around the offending digit. harder, his cock dives into your lower hole, forcing yet another choked moan from out of your mouth.

‘no,’ you find yourself readily agreeing with him, his mouth is moulding to the shape of yours once more, tongue licking over the ridges of your teeth and over the smooth expanse of the insides of your cheeks. you can’t help the breathy giggle that whispers its way across his cheek, and in turn, he replaces his thumb with two, long fingers that wiggle their way inside you.

your pussy welcomes the stretch, his fingers wider than your own, and you encourage the way that he stuffs you full, a high pitched mewl bursting from your mouth when his fingers crook, scissoring in time with the pace his cock grinds into you. you’re breathless, the whites of your eyes gleaming, lashes wetly blinking up to stare at the pinch that is forming between his brows. sweat dampens his skin, and when he sits upright, the movement jolts his cock and his balls tighten, abdominal muscles glistening with the evidence of his effort.

wantonly, he groans a needy, desperate sound that has your cunt jumping as his fingers retreat from your walls, choosing to stroke fast, tight circles over your clit. sharply, you keen for him, hips rolling to meet each thrust that has him bottoming, his pelvis wetly connecting with the curve of your rear with a clap, clap, clap.

you’ve long learnt the tell-tale signs of his fast approaching orgasm, expressing his bliss with a low, drawn out moan that pitches when he finally, finally crests.

his seed spreads like fire, smothering your insides with the burning heat of him, your abdomen coiling, coiling, coiling until it snaps, quickly following after him. your tight walls milk him for all he’s worth, and at the same time, your pussy gushes, spraying a mess all over his pelvis, soaking the neatly trimmed of public hair that nestles the softening prick that still claims home within you. your chest heaves beneath the rope that’ll mark your skin for the next week or so, and he stares, the darks of his eyes heated with a craving that only you have ever been subjected to. the sight of your sap coating his thighs has your skin thrumming, and you’re now distracted by the way that both of your holes flutter simultaneously, consumed by nothing but him.

finally, the phone stops ringing.

‘please leave a message after the—’

#♡ jordy is writing ♡#naruto x reader #naruto smut #kakashi x reader #kakashi x you #kakashi smut #hatake kakashi x reader #hatake kakashi x you #hatake kakashi smut

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lxndonorris · 8 months

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show-off - Aron Canet

Y/N x Aron Canet Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Grunting (light) you're going on a ride with Aron, but you catch him being naughty around his bike, or do you? word count: tag list: @game-set-canet

It's always exciting when your boyfriend, Aron, invites you on a motorcycle ride. As a professional athlete, a MotoGP rider, it's his passion and his life, and as his lover, you're gladly joining him any time you can. The rush of adrenaline, the roaring of the engine, and holding on to Aron during the ride make everything much more exciting. During races, he's always on the edge of the bike's limit, but riding his bike with you, he's always making sure you're safe and having so much fun.

He asked you just twenty minutes ago, telling you he wants to check the bike first before you go on your ride, and after getting ready, putting on safer clothes, and grabbing a helmet from the cabinet, you're making your way toward the garage.

Music is echoing through the hallway, and you can hear him singing along. It's 'trofeo', a newly released song by Maluma, who's always creating such dance-enducing songs, and hearing Aron's rougher voice hitting every single note effortlessly sends shivers down your spine.

Smirking, you hold on to the helmet in your hand, but before you enter the garage, you stop. 'I want to see that', you mutter, and you peek around the corner, steadying yourself against the wooden doorframe. You spot Aron on his phone, possibly looking for the next song to play, and you can't help but admire his pretty physique.

He's wearing one of his personal riding gear, a black leather suit and black boots, but currently, the sleeves are hanging down his waist, showing off his beautifully inked body. His helmet is on the table next to him, along with a pair of black gloves and a can of soda. Aron is still singing along, knowing the text by heart just by listening to the song on repeat for the last few days.

Seeing this paints a smile all over your face, and your eyes wander all over him, admiring what you see when he starts to rock his hips rhythmically to the beat. It looks effortlessly beautiful; all of his muscles move perfectly, and he knows how to move and how to dance. He turns his back toward you, puts the phone down as well, and runs both of his hands across his own chest.

'As he turns to his bike, you notice him stroking himself before going even further and playing with his nipple. A shy smirk spreads across his face, and you know, he's very sensitive about them, especially when you tease him the same way.

Blushing slightly, you contemplate just going in, ending this cute yet hot moment, or you could watch him a little longer. It's not like you haven't seen him act like that a dozen times before. When he thinks about riding a bike, he always gets into the mood. His passion and love for this sport and this hobby are unwavering. The excitement you see on his face during race weekends is pure hedonism.

Holding back a giggle, you decide to wait and see. It's just a beautiful, intimate moment, and you love seeing him like this. Careless, free of doubts, and just in a state of blissful happiness. Aron deserves this.

As you get lost in your thoughts, you watch him approach his bike. He places both of his hands on it and starts to follow its outlines with just his fingertips while still mouthing the lyrics of the song. As the chorus starts, he steadies himself against the bike, holding on to it as he starts to grind his body against it. Smoothly, he rocks his hips and thighs against his bike, just in sync with the rhythm.

Blushing heavily now, you blink a few times, trying your best to fathom what's happening just now. To make matters worse, he turns his head slightly toward you, showing you his expression. His face is hardening as he's biting his lower lip teasingly, causing you to think about all the times he'd do exactly that while sitting on your lap or grinding on you.

All of his muscles are tensing, making his physique look bulkier and harder than before. All of him is getting really into it as he moves even closer to the bike, leaning in, before letting out a low, guttural moan.

Right away, hearing him moan sends shivers down your entire back, and you can't help but hold back a quick, breathless gasp. 'Fuck." You breathe quietly, hoping he won't hear you or catch you watching him do that.

At the same time, he lets out a longer moan. "Fuuuck." He growls, bending his back backward and exhaling deeply. For a moment, he's quiet. He stops moving and stands there, while you're watching his chest heave heavily.

Suddenly, Aron starts to giggle and turns his head toward you, and your eyes meet right away.

"Enjoyed the show?" He smirks and tilts his head teasingly. Easily, he turns his entire body toward you, steadying himself against the bike with one arm.

"You knew, uh, I am sorry?" You stutter, taking a few steps toward him. Unsure about what to say or how to react at all, you blush more and more.

Aron opens his arms, inviting you to come even closer, and once you're in range, he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into him.

"It's all good." He smiles and kisses you once, then twice, while holding back his laughter, and his beard tickles you. "I knew you were watching." Aron grunts, and you feel his hand run along your waist to your back, securely holding you in place.

Shaking your head slowly in disbelief, you steady yourself against his firm chest. "How did you know?" You say it, raising an eyebrow. 'Is this just his way to play it off? But he doesn't seem surprised at all', you think to yourself as the grin on his face grows even bigger.

"There is a mirror on the wall, and I saw you standing there." He points toward a small mirror, and it's reflecting exactly the doorframe where you'd been standing just a few moments ago.

Your skin flushes with even more color as you realize you've been played.

"Why didn't you say anything?" You pout, playfully patting his bare chest with the palms of both of your hands. He doesn't flinch at all, however, and he struggles to hold back more and more giggles.

"It's way more fun to tease you, babé." Aron defends himself by looking at you with his puppy-dog eyes, but right now, it doesn't work on you.

"You just wanted to show off, didn't you?" You narrow your eyes, trying to read his mind to know exactly what he's thinking right now.

Proudly, he leans his head back, giving you a knowing look. "You liked it." Aron smirks, raising an eyebrow as well. "Admit it." He demands with an even rougher voice than usual.

You can't play it off now because you really liked it.

"How couldn't I?" You mirror his smirk and start to stroke his chest again. "But next time, I want to be on the receiving end of your...pleasure." Licking your lips, your fingers brush over his hard nipples before you let them run down his chest, through the visible outlines of his abs, and even further down to his crotch, where desire is already bubbling up inside his leathers.

Aron looks down once, and then he turns his attention back to your eyes. You can tell he's really getting in the mood right now when you see a fiery spark flicker through his beautiful eyes.

"I can do that." He says, gently pulling you into another loving kiss, with his moustache sending a tingling sensation down your spine. "But first." Aron separates himself from you, and you follow his gaze toward his bike, waiting for the two of you to stop flirting. "I see you're ready." His eyes wander down your body, taking in your outfit. Aron bites his lower lip approvingly.

"I am." You tilt your head to look at his bare chest. "I see you're not quite there yet." With one hand on his crotch, you place the other on his treasure trail, drawing circles around his little navel with one finger.

"No." He pouts. "Would you help me?" Aron growls deeply, with his hands stroking the small of your back.

"Of course." You say it happily and help him into his gear.

It's always a pleasure to help him because you get to admire him and touch him closely. His well-trained body is pure eye candy.

After you're both geared up, you proceed to go on a long ride.

#aron canet #aron canet x you #aron canet x reader #aron canet smut #aron canet imagine #aron canet one shot #aron canet fanfic #aron canet fanfiction #motogp imagine

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roonyxx · 2 years

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If Only...: Chapter 9

Summary: When you get an invite from your family to go see them you refuse because they are always on your ass about being single. So what if Dean says he will pretend to be yours?

Warnings: smut, language, fluff, liiittle bit of angst.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

A/N: The text divider is from the very talented @talesmaniac89, thoughts are in italic. Mistakes are all mine!

Wordcount: 1800

If Only Masterlist

My Masterlist

Part 9

‘I love you.’

You froze, eyes wide looking at him.

“I told you.” You said.

“Told me what?” he frowned.

“That I… l-love you.” You searched his face, was that the reason he was acting so different?

“Oh, yeah. It’s fine sweetheart. You were drunk and probably confused me with the guy of your dreams.” He sounded so disappointed.

“Is it fine? You don’t sound fine…” you asked carefully, were you really gonna tell him? After all this time…

A deep sigh left his lips, “What do you want me to say, Y/n? Did I come to this trip to show you I can be a boyfriend, that I am capable of being in a relationship? Yes. Did I want to kiss you every damn minute of each day? Yes. Did I expect you to love someone else?… No.” he had tears in his eyes as he said the words you so longed for.

“Wait… y-you want to be with… me?” you gasped.

“Of course! You’re so beautiful and smart and amazing, you’re funny as hell and I’ve never felt so comfortable and accepted by anyone, ever.” He was raising his voice, his emotions getting the better of him.

“Dean… I… I thought you didn’t want me. You acted so weird after the wellness… I thought you regretted it…” You stepped closer to him.

“I… I felt guilty, I had sex with you, while I’m not even the guy you want and I just, I couldn’t resist you, so I tried to act it was nothing but… You’re all I ever wanted…” a tear rolled down his cheek, “B-but I’m not what you want…”

“Dean” you walked around the bed and stood in front of him, cupping his cheek to make him look at you, “You’re the guy.” You said.

He frowned, “what?”

“The guy I talked about, the one I love. I-it’s you, it’s always been you…” you felt tears well in your eyes.

“You love me?” he asked, his hands on your waist.

You nodded, “I have for a long time…”

“I… but why didn’t you say something?” he asked you.

“I thought you didn’t see me like that, you always go out with beautiful girls, we’re always so busy with hunting. I just didn’t know how to tell you and I was afraid of losing you as my friend.” You confessed to him.

He cupped your face, his eyes dived into yours, “You’re everything I ever wanted, you’ll never lose me because, I… I love you too.”

You stood up on your tip toes to kiss him, your hands clasped around his neck as you pulled him down to you, deepening the kiss.

He kissed you back, his tongue ran over you bottom lip, silently asking for entrance, which you granted him. He pushed his duffle bag from the bed and lowered you on it, one arms wrapped around your waist as he hoisted you up to put your head on the pillow. His lips kissed down your jaw and neck.

“I want you Y/n. I want you to feel how much I love you.” He panted against your skin.

“I love you so much, Dean. I want you too.” With your hand in his hair you turned your head to kiss him deeper, giving him access to let his tongue dance with yours.

You undressed Dean as he in turn undressed you, kissing every inch of skin that was revealed to him, his hands devoured your skin, feeling every bump and scar. You wrapped your hands around his shoulders, letting them glide down over his muscled back.

“You’re so beautiful Dean.” You moaned as his hands kneaded your breast.

“Says you” he bend down to take a nipple in his mouth, sucking at it.

His hand traveled down your body to your damp folds, he softly rubbed you, spreading your slick over his fingers before he parted your lips to touch your clit.

“Mhhh, so wet for me baby.” He kissed your neck, slightly nibbling on your skin.

“A-always for you.” You moaned as you spread your legs more for him.

He pushed two fingers inside you, his thumb stayed on your clit to turn slow torturous circles. He started a steady pace inside you with his fingers.

“Fuck Y/n… I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your tight pussy around my cock.” He pushed his fingers deeper “how good you clenched me.”

You whimpered loud at his words, clenching his fingers only harder. “Y-you’re so big Dean… I can still feel how you stretched me out.” You moaned in his ear, panting as he groaned and moved his fingers faster inside you.

“Need you to come on my fingers baby” he put more pressure on your clit, “I wanna feel how wet you can actually be when you come. You gonna come on my fingers baby?”

You could feel him rutting his hard cock against your thigh while he was fingering you.

“Y-yes, I’m s-so close Dean…”

He crooked his fingers so they were on that sweet spot deep inside you which made you scream out. He lifted his head to smile at you right before he started vibrating his hand deep inside you, with his thumb on your clit and his other fingers on your G-spot you came hard around him. You clenched his fingers as you gushed around his hand.

“DEAN YES!” your nails dug into his shoulders as your thighs trembled with your powerful orgasm.

He retracted his fingers and crushed his lips on yours, kissing your panting mouth as he moved to lay in between your thighs, you could feel his cock brushing your sensitive clit.

“D-Dean… I want you…” you panted as you were still coming down from your first climax, but you needed more. You needed him.

He kissed down your neck, sucking his mark on you as he grasped his cock to put it at your entrance, slowly pushing inside, stretching you open once again. You could feel it when he bottomed out, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix, no one has ever been that deep inside you.

“Fuck you’re so tight baby… You okay?” he panted in your neck.

Nodding ‘yes’ you fisted his hair, crashing your lips on his. “F-fuck yes… you’re so big, f-feels so good.”

He gave a few shallow thrusts before pulled all the way out and he snapped his hips back in. His arms wrapped around your back to hold you by the shoulders as he pounded into you, his grunts and your moaning filled the room.

The stretch had you on edge already, panting against his mouth as you let your nails scratch over his back, just to end up on his butt to push him deeper.

You could feel every vein of his cock rubbing against your walls, his hands that where holding you together, his chest that rubbed against yours as a thin layer of sweat formed between the two of you.

And most of all, you could feel his love.

“Fuck Dean, I’m close, s-so close.”

He was staring to lose his rhythm, “M-me too, baby. I’m gonna fill you up. Make you mine.”

Your hands moved up to fist his hair tight as Dean angled his hips to hit that sweet spot deep inside you.

“FUCK! Yes Dean!”

“C-come for me, baby.” At his words you fell apart, your arousal gushed over him, clenching his cock hard, your legs wrapped around him to cage him deep inside you.

“F-FUCK Y/N YES!” He bent down as he bit your shoulder and rutted against you, shooting his cum deep into you, his arousal mixed with yours as you felt it dip down your ass cheeks.

He fell limp on top of you, his hips jerking a little in after shock of the intensity of his orgasm. You panted hard and let go of his sweaty hair to stroke his back.

“I love you so much Dean.”

“I love you too.” He panted.

“Dean?” you asked after a while of silence.

“Yes, baby?”

A little smile formed on your face at the nickname that he kept using.

“What are we now?” you asked as you kept stroking his back.

He lifted his head from your chest to look at you, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, are we together now?” you cupped his cheek to feel his stubble.

“Yes, I mean if you want to be?”

“I want” you smiled, “So you’re my boyfriend?”

“Yes, and you’re my girlfriend.” He said with a dorky smile.

You wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tight. “I always wanted to be yours, I can’t believe I finally am.”

He held you tight, “I’m never letting you go Y/n, you’re mine now. Forever.”

You kissed his lips and repeated his words, “Yours, forever.”

You talked some more and decided to stay the night and made more love to each other, good thing the resort was big, if it had been a normal motel a noise complaint or two would no doubt have rolled in.

In the morning you took a shower together where Dean took you once more against the wall, using the special showerhead on you for extra stimulation.

To say you were sore was an understatement, but it was the good kind of sore. You were high on orgasms and love from Dean Winchester.

After you ate breakfast and slowly started packing. Dean kept making little jokes on how you were walking funny, but you could see the proud glint in his eyes, knowing that it was all his doing.

When you were completely packed you took everything down to the lobby to say goodbye to your family.

“It was so nice seeing you again, Y/n. Promise me you guys come back next year.” Sarah said as she hugged you tight.

“I loved it too, and yes” you smiled over her shoulder towards Dean, “We will definitely come back next year.”

After all the goodbyes to your family you went to the car to put your stuff in the trunk and got in.

“You ready to go home?” he asked you, his hand on the key and his other on your thigh.

“Yes” you smiled, moving closer to put your head on his shoulder, “I am.”

He started the engine of the car, a smile on his face as he heard his beloved Baby purr and drove out of the parking and back to the bunker.

You couldn’t wait to celebrate Christmas at the bunker and to tell Sam all that had happened.

Including that you and Dean were together now. You only hoped that he would accept it…

Epilogue

~ FEEDBACK IS GOLD ~

#if only #if only part 9 #fake dating #fake relationship dean winchester #fake relationship #roonyxx #dean winchester #supernatural #spn fanfic #dean x reader #angst #dean angst #dean smut

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thegolbrocks · 2 years

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WOMANIZER? - a #Solby #fanfiction

Part 3- Party

It's been a week since Sam stayed over at Colby's, and he can't stop thinking about him. Not to mention the guy continues to text him every single day.

Sam had come home from psych class when he got Colby's text.

Cole: Hey, my friend Ariya is having a party tonight. You should come.

Sam: Yeah, sure, Cole. What time?

Cole: YAY! I CAN'T WAIT! Also, 7 pm. Meet me at my house!

Sam: Okay, will do, brother

Sam started getting ready at 6 pm. He dresses in a dark gray t-shirt and dark wash skinny jeans with black high tops.

When he's done, he decides to head over to Colby's a little early because he didn't have anything else.

When he knocks on the door, it opens only 30 seconds after, and Colby opens it wearing a maroon long sleeve with skinny black jeans. His shoe of choice is black high-top converse.

"Hey Sammy, you made it."

"Yeah, I did; I like your outfit."

"Thanks, baby; I love yours too."

Sam followed Colby out to his car and made their way to Ariya's. They make it 10 minutes later. Once they enter the crowded house, Sam gets a bit nervous. Colby must notice because he's grabbing Sam's hand and reassuring him that everything will be fine. Colby doesn't let go of his hand as he pulls Sam through the house to find a better spot. Sam noticed Kevin and Mike in the corner of a smaller room with a pool table and minibar. Colby seems to see them too, and they end up huddled in the corner together as the four of them talk. Sam sways slightly to the songs he knows and listens to the boys ramble on about the variety of classes they all take.

Colby ends up plastered against Sam's side as they all talk. Sam would be pushing him away if he didn't secretly like the attention from the blue-eyed brunette.

"You have fun, hotty," Colby whispers into his ear.

"I thought I told you to stop with the names COLE. And for your information, I am having fun."

Colby doesn't say anything else to Sam, but the brunette runs his hand down Sam's body smirking when he gets the reaction out of Sam that he wanted.

Colby must love the song that just came on because he's pulling away from Sam and pulling Sam onto the makeshift dance floor that happens to be in the room. Sam finds himself face to face with Colby. Their bodies are touching with just enough space between them for Colby to move his body into Sam's.

(Picture shown at the beginning is how they were dancing)

Sam couldn't help the gasp that came out of his mouth when Colby rolled his body into his. Their groins make just the slightest bit of friction, causing him to feel sparks flow through his body.

Colby noticed, and he pulled Sam closer.

"You like that, don't you, my sweet."

Sam didn't answer. But Colby decided he had his answer and continued to move to the music against Sam's body.

The song came to an end and Sam decided he had to use the restroom.

"Hey Colbs I have to use the restroom"

"Okay I'll take ya" Sam trailed Colby as he showed him the way to the restroom and couldn't help but admire the boys muscular back pulling his shirt taunt against his back to the point he could almost make out the lines of his muscles.

"We're here"

Sam looked up and walked into the restroom closing the door as Colby sat on the chair that sat across from the door. Sam finished and as he make his way out the door he found himself being pushed roughly against the bare wall beside the door.

"You're so damn beautiful Sammy"

"Uhh thank you Colby"

Sam didn't know how to react. He knew he found Colby attractive and possibly liked him more than he let himself believe. But, Colby telling him how attractive he found Sam made Sam wonder what the fuck had his life come to. Colby's the biggest womanizer he's ever met. Why is he acting this way towards him. He can't like Sam there's no way. It has to be a joke .

Colby kept Sam in place as he stared directly at his lips like he was trying to decide what to do next. Sam decided he wanted to make the most of the situation and decided to let the world crumble where it might fall. He moved forward and pressed his lips against Colby's. A second later and Colby was pressing Sam back into the wall pressing his lips on Sam's and gasping when Sam grabbed his hips and pulled them together more. It only lasted 30 seconds but it felt like forever.

"Jesus Christ Colby in my house really!!!'

"Ah shit I'm sorry Ariya, what's up man. Sam this is Ariya. Ariya this is Sam."

"Nice to meet ya brother I hope you're enjoying the party."

"Yeah I am thanks"

After Colby and Ariya exchange a few more words the boys head back to Mike and Kevin. Sam and Kevin start talking about what they wanted to take next semester and Colby disappears. Ten minutes later and Sam looks over and sees Colby dancing with some random chick. He knew he shouldn't have gotten his hopes up. His reputation is true. He had never seen it in action but here he was. Seeing it. He thought it might not be true since he had never seen Colby with women. Sam decided he wanted to leave before he fucks up anything else. He makes his way through the house trying to remember his way out. He's almost out the door when Colby comes out of no where and snags his left hand.

"Where ya going sweet "

"I need some air"

"Alright come on let's go to the back yard Ariya has a couch we can sit on"

Sam trails after Colby even though he knows he shouldn't. He tries to remember that Colby isn't his and he didn't expect him to be so he has no reason to be mad. They make it outside and flop down on the couch.

They sit in silence for 10 minutes before Sam starts to shiver.

"Sammy come on you're cold let's get you home"

"Okay but I don't want to go home alone can I stay with you tonight"

"Sure my sweet, come on"

Neither boy wants to talk about what happened tonight so they leave it behind to be a memory. Once they make it back to Colby's they head to the bedroom and crash half an hour later.

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thediaryofa20somethinggirl · 20 days

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pocket princess

K makes me question everything. Every time I present myself to him, I unravel like a blooming onion, right in front of his very eyes. I feel beautiful in my performance, and when I take my bow, I am met with K's quick bite. My scales are broken, and my membranous shell is left exposing my fleshy inside. I feel like I simply can’t exist anymore, and my curiosity is being eaten away. I am now left with, the question of why am I the one being eaten.

I quite literally don’t know anything about K. I can’t tell you his favorite color. I can’t even tell you what he does for a living. We seem to only exist, in sexual silence, bound by the pure physical attraction of each other. Physically, we couldn’t be more opposite; and as a pair, we resemble the number 10.

“You're just so small, I just want to put you in my pocket.” He jokes.

“I’m sure you would love that,” I reply.

The idea of being carried around, just for the pure thrill of pleasing this man’s pocket scared me. And at that moment, I could feel myself turning into that onion, alone rotting in some man’s pocket.

“Okay so, I know you’re a Gemini. But what’s your big three?” I tried my best to save the conversation. But K just stares at me.

“I respect you right now, so don’t make me not.”

I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. However, I was able to discover his birthday is in June, exactly three years and three days older than me. I also found out that he doesn’t smoke or drink, or at least he’s on a sobriety streak. Something I’m struggling with. I wonder what he thinks of me and my relationship with sobriety. It's rare to see me with alcohol, but I am almost always freshly baked. I was sober with him, because truthfully it isn’t fun being the only person who isn’t sober. But this time, I wanted to erase any trace of a red flag. I tried to present myself like an array of freshly washed white porcelain dishwareater, still warm to the touch. There’s a cleanness to the grime that I do present, specifically from my grimly tainted white socks, which are slowly turning into a dull grey. Like unhealthy bones. I wonder how healthy K's bones are. His arms feel strong and I bet he has healthy bones. I find myself oftentimes, fixating on the 90-degree angles of his arm, and how they can hold me, and wondering if they can support me in the right ways.

Oftentimes, I am met with the physical command of his mouth rather than the voice that lives in there. K will stare at me, and slowly purse pulse his lips out, like he wants to eat my soul. And I kiss him. I complete his command, waiting for my treat. K makes me feel like a desperate dog, whose life mission is to kiss anything and everything. However, just like a dog, I could kiss him for hours on end. I could just lick away. I then again, think I could kiss anyone for hours. I just love to kiss. I crave the Candace of a kiss, the dance, the intimacy of mouth muscles in rhythm with another. His touch tastes clean, almost refreshing, and every time I taste it, hydration is restored. And like that watchdog, I could just stare at him for hours, foaming at the mouth. And he always gives me this look of like bitch why the fuck are you staring at me. But truthfully, I really don't really give a single fuck. I stare anyway.

People often think staring is rude. However, there is a difference in the way and reasons why people stare. I feel like sSometimes people just stare in admiration, with hearts flooding their eyes. Then, there are pPeople who stare with magnifying glasses, fixating on your insecurities like you’re a puzzle to figure out. And with K, I have hearts in my eyes, that pulse behind a magnifying glass. When I stare I study his face and his eyes. The slopes and slides of his very shiny nose, and I become obsessed obsess with finishing this puzzle.

He told me he’s from Seattle.

“How’s Seattle?” I say like a little girl twirling her hair.

“Pretty good, can’t complain.” He says with a stale tongue.

“Tell me your favorite thing about Seattle, besides the rain!”

“That wasn’t gonna be my favorite thing anyway.” He bites at me.

“I was just trying to make a joke. I guess it didn’t land.” I bitch back.

But then K begins to explain to me his favorite things about Seattle. He tells me about the people, and how there’s a collective identity on the planet. He talks about it like the moon, how no one leaves Seattle, with his eyes in admiration of the strength and survival of Seattle. How this magical place has avoided the fast-paced gentrification, unlike here, its neighbor New York. And when I hear this once again I am bloomingI find myself blooming once again. I wonder if he knows where I’m from and if he’s ever visited where I’m from. I am left in with anticipation of the question being repeated back to me.

And that is all I know about K. I know his height, his birthday, where he’s from, and that he’s sober as shit. And then I am left to daydream of the could have’s and the idea of him.

The idea of what we could be. Almost like I’m the director of my love life, and on screen, he is perfect for the role, but I need to see more.

I find myself often thinking about moving to Boston or Chicago, and escaping New York. And if K fits that daydream. I imagine, that K and I are making this expedition together - driving in a millennial car, infested with cardboard boxes. I’m young but I want to feel old, to start settling down. My mom says that settling down has nothing to do with age. To calm down, ideally is to settle down. I’m curious about what that feels like. I crave the feeling of waking up in my first house. The smell of it. I’ve always loved the smell of a new house: fresh, almost the way a blank slate would smell if it could be bottled and sold. And it's small and homey. And it's young, and only grows with me. I try to picture the way K and I would live together. I imagine I’m naked in bed with K, in a refreshing ocean of white sheets swimming around us. And it's a weekend, and we order breakfast in for bed because we both can’t cook. I feel like I’m in my a movie.

“What do you wanna do today?” He says, kissing my cheek.

The possibilities are endless. And anything is everything because we're doing it together. “Let's go to the beach.”

I don’t really know if K swims, mainly because he took his socks off when we had sex for the first time, but perceeded to sheild his feet from my judgement. but my socks remained on. I can tell a lot about a person based on their hands and feet. Anyways, when I looked at his feet he instantly jutted them under my bed, escaping the judgment of my eyes. Which honestly told me a lot, either that one, he’s self-aware. And two, that he also puts emphasis on feet. I can tell a lot about a person based on their hands and feet. My mom would always tell me that. He didn’t scream beach boy, but had the eagerness to jump into me, the way a swimmer takes to a wave.

But this is where I stall in my knowledge of him. Of who K is. I’m left guessing. What does he wanna do with his life? Does he want to stay in the city forever? He seems like a mama's boy so is does that mean he’s gonna move back to Seattle? Is he out about his sexuality? How is he perceiving me? What does he think when he sucks a girl's dick? Does he perceive me as a woman? Does he view me as a perfect blend of both worlds? Has he only been attracted to the forever-growing power of my femininity? The idea of me? The idea of what a trans woman could be for him? i wonder if his exposure of my fossilized idenity was dug through the archieve of porn. He wants me in his pocket, to answer at his beck and call. To make him cum. To have me never finish but flirt back all mixed in with the awkward silence of him finishing.

He doesn’t know me though. He doesn’t know anything about me. I know the basics about him, but he doesn’t even know how basic I am. When I ask questions, I am secretly asking if I have permission to talk can talk about myself. Almost like I am my own father, showing off his daughter to marry. I asked him what he knew about me and he only said that I’m a gemini. That’s it. The only thing that I think he knows about me, is that i’m a gemini. And this makes me want to quite literally create mess. I want to take a knife and just stab balloons, and car tires. I want to walk out of an empty building, freshly exploded, in slow- motherfucking- motion. I want leave him behind, and steal his pocket.

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sirendeepity · 2 years

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[ Nessian Week, day 1: What Happened Next? ]

A/N: A literal Queen had to die for me to not give up on this one-shot. Don't get your hopes up, tho:))

If you want to have a "full experience", I suggest you read Only Ever as it works as a prequel for this fic (although it's not connected in a "you have to read that if you want to understand this" way, it better frames the entire scene). Whatever you choose to do, I hope you enjoyed this special and not exactly planned moment between Cassian&Nesta <3

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W/C: 2.7k

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Cassian had learned how to keep his emotions in check as soon as he’d learned how to wield a sword the right way. Technique only gets you so far, it becomes useless if panic tightens its grip around your neck until you can’t breathe, let alone move a muscle.

In through the nose, count to four, out through the mouth, repeat.

Only it was not a battlefield, but the steps in front of the altar. It was not the booming, repetitive sound of the war drums, but the frantic beating of his own heart. It was not the torturous waiting for death to claim him, but for life’s full embrace.

If he could say anything to his younger self, he would laugh in his face at the restlessness and trepidation he felt before every battle. Little did he know he would feel those same emotions tenfold on the most beautiful day of his life.

Shifting on his feet, Cassian straightened his jacket yet again. It was the finest tux he’d ever worn, and probably ever will. Black silks on velvets, impossibly soft under his touch, it had been hand-tailored in a rush to fit his bulky figure and massive wings like a second skin. Rhysand hadn’t cared about the ever-growing expenses in the slightest when, just a couple of days before, he and Nesta had broken the news to their friends and family—the few that weren’t already aware. They didn’t even try to look surprised by it.

Against Nesta and Cassian’s best attempts at persuasions, Rhysand had insisted on celebrating the wedding on the same day the mating ceremony would take place, going as far as putting the better part of the city on hold just so that all available hands would be at their disposal. Meaning that the House of Wind had been flooded with strangers running left and right from the early hours of the morning, making sure everything would’ve been more than perfect for the special day, per High Lord and Lady’s request. Nesta, not the biggest fan of social interactions, had been one word away from losing it entirely, and Cassian had found himself tugging at the bond more often than not, trying to comfort and soothe his mate’s uneasiness. The priestesses had all but barricaded themselves in the library, with only a bunch of brave ones daring to roam around the House, helping in whatever way they could. By the end of the day, though, the miracle had happened: the House of Wind was shining from floor to ceiling, with white and red delicate flowers covering every surface your eyes could land on, to Cassian’s despair, and tiny faelights dancing around like twinkling stars. Last-minute invitations had been sent to the other High Lords and their Courts—but not before Nesta agreed on making the wedding public. One for the family, and one for Prythian, but not both of the ceremonies had music and dancing and celebrating the night away.

And now, here he was, fidgeting like a teenage boy while waiting for his beautiful bride to walk down the aisle.

The private temple, normally used by the priestesses for their religious functions, had been decorated as well, following the theme of flowery garlands and floating diamonds. The guests had been allowed in, not even a full hour before, and now filled the modest space almost entirely, quietly talking with one another.

Too many scents, too many voices, too many sounds, and not a single one of them belonged to the only person that mattered to him. Cassian glanced yet again toward the main doors, willing them to open. They didn’t budge, of course, so he turned his back on them, his nerves eating him alive from the inside out. Did the bride always take so long to initiate the ceremony, or was time not moving forward only for him? A quick look at his brothers, by his side on this day as they’ve been for the past 500 years, told him that yes, it was only him. Although that calm, collected look was to be expected on both their ugly faces.

In through the nose, count to four, out through the mouth, repeat.

Cassian rolled his tense shoulders and closed his eyes. He imagined violins and harps as the doors opened to reveal Nesta, her beautiful face hidden by the veil, the melody picking up pace as her white dress swirled around her with every step she took. He reached out his hand and-

“I’m sorry to interrupt your conversations.”

Cassian snapped his eyes open at the sound of Gwyn’s voice. She was standing at the top of the dais, her lean figure wrapped in silver, the silk falling to her ankles. His heart had plummeted just as far, if not more.

Seemingly unaffected by the various set of eyes all zeroed in on her, she said, “There’s been an unexpected turn of events.” Making a point to avoid his gaze, she smiled. It was the fakes thing she’d ever said or done, ever since she and Nesta started training together and the redheaded menace had become a constant presence around the House. “We apologize for the inconvenience, but we’ll need a few moments more of your time and patience. Thank you for your understanding.”

Cassian didn’t understand, though. Questions and doubts flooded his mind, all but drowning his thoughts entirely. In his head, the picture he’d painted faded at the edges. The guests vanished one after the other, the temple columns trembling and collapsing. Under the veil, Nesta was looking at him with disgust and regret, black streaking down her cheeks. The flowers in her hands were his heart and he was bleeding to death as she kept repeating the same words over and over again.

I don’t. I don’t. I don’t.

For a brief moment, Cassian considered cornering the bridesmaid and carving the answers out of her, but he was rooted in place, unable to breathe or speak, the murmuring now ricocheting across the temple an honest representation of the buzz filling his ears. Something gripped his arm and he looked down at the pale, freckled hand grasping the black fabric of his jacket. She all but dragged him out of the sanctuary before letting him go, signaling for him to hurry along as they turned corner after corner. The House of Wind was full of windows and arcs and balconies, yet Cassian felt the walls closing in, the air never quite enough to fill his lungs.

“Before you start asking stupid questions—no. She didn’t call off the wedding,” Gwyn stated as she guided him past Azriel’s bedroom. “But you might still not get married today.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Berdara?” Cassian grumbled, finding his voice again.

She shot him ‘a look’, one of the many habits both she and Emerie had picked up from spending so much time in Nesta’s company. “It means that the door is locked. And it’s not going to open anytime soon.”

She halted in front of a set of closed doors. Doors that led to his and Nesta’s bedroom—from where he’d been kicked out early that morning so his wife-to-be could get ready for the big day ahead.

Cassian kept quiet for a few moments longer, tracing the carved pattern like it was the first time he’d ever seen it. He barely registered the other sets of steps coming to a stop not far from where he stood, their breaths strained.

“Cassian…” His heart fluttered at the sound of her voice, clear to his ears even through the thick wood. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he said, although he didn’t particularly feel like ‘okay’.

“I don’t know what happened. We were about to get out when the House shut the doors in our faces.”

“Literally!” Another muffled voice, raspier. Emerie. She was locked in with Nesta, Gwyn being the only one of them who managed to walk out the room before the House decided to begin its coup. Cassian shot a puzzled look at the valkyrie, her worries mirroring his own. The House loved Nesta, had rooted for her ever since she’d made a sentient being out of it. Cassian himself was being treated somewhat nicely only thanks to the relationship he had with Nesta, their mutual love and affection.

He pressed his forehead against the panel. There was no way they could kick the door down, far too big and heavy even if they all tried at once. And surely the girls had already tried the easy options at their disposal. Cassian just couldn’t wrap his head around the House actively trying to ruin Nesta’s happiness. It was simply not a possibility. Neither in this life nor any other. The few times it had gone against Nesta’s requests or wishes had been because the House knew it would hurt her more than she would benefit from it. Even if doing so made Nesta upset, the House always did what was best for her. It was her loyal companion, her friend. Her family just as much as any other living creature dear to her.

Cassian tuned out the voices of his friends scattered around the hallway, discussing with one another while trying to find a solution, and made up his mind.

“Let’s do it here.”

His words shushed them, the silence growing heavier as seconds ticked by.

“What?”

“Let’s get married, Nes,” Cassian replied quietly, a grin spreading across his face. He could almost imagine the look on Nesta’s, although he wished he could see it with his own two eyes.

“In a hallway.”

“And a locked room.”

“Cassian, do you even hear yourself talk? That’s nonsense.”

Cassian chuckled at her exasperation. Her nerves must be fried by now.

“I mean it,” he said, tugging once at that golden string binding their souls. “I don’t care if it’s in a fancy temple or just this hallway or the fucking moon. Everyone we care about is here, anyway. I made you a promise, and I plan on keeping my word. Come hell or high water, I am going to marry you today, Nesta Archeron. ”

A thud came from his side. Cassian turned his head, eyes landing on a thick, gold-rimmed book resting at Gwyn’s feet. The House had his back, for once. He tracked Gwyn’s movements as she picked up the tome and opened it, turning the pages to where the silk bookmark had been placed. Where the function scripts were written.

“Okay.” Nesta’s voice was so small it was barely audible, so she repeated, steadier this time, “Okay, let’s get married.”

As he turned, Cassian bit his lower lip to keep himself from howling in joy. He crunched to the floor, adjusting his wings so he could sit comfortably against the closed doors, and rested his arms on top of his bent knees. Out of the corner of his eye, Cassian caught the priestess mouthing a prayer to the Mother.

“Welcome, loved ones.” Grinning like a cat, she shot a glance at the few guests present in the holy hallway. “We are gathered here today to join Nesta and Cassian in holy matrimony.”

Cassian caught just bits and words of whatever she said next, focused instead on taking in his family, letting the reality of the moment sink in.

Azriel, who quietly stood nearby, his shadows fizzling and curling in excitement—for the young priestess standing a few steps away, Cassian bet. Rhysand and Feyre, Nyx sleeping safely in her arms, sharing knowing, charged glances. Mor, huddling closer to an Elain on the verge of tears. And, on her other side, Amren just being Amren. Although Cassian was almost sure there was a smile on her face, small as it was.

“Now you can say your vows and exchange the rings—” Gwyn twirled toward Azriel, shooting an alarmed glance at him, and whispered, “You have the ring, right?”

He only chuckled, reaching the inside pocket of his jacket. He’d always been there for Nesta, being promoted from fake chaperone to friend, quietly cheering for her from the sidelines even before she moved to the House of Wind. He had been privy to the evolution of their relationship from its very beginning, even before Gwyn and Emerie came into the picture. No one else could’ve carried his wedding ring if not Azriel, a brother and friend to him as much as he was to Nesta. Cassian only hoped Nesta’s ring was locked inside of the room with her and Emerie.

“When I was younger and, well, human,” Nesta said, voice like a soothing balm, “My sisters and I shared this little dresser, and Feyre had painted on it: flowers for Elain, stars for herself. I had flames.”

Cassian remembered the day he’d been to the run-down cottage with Nesta. Remembered the bedroom, the roof half-collapsed on top of the rotting mattress, and the dresser Nesta was talking about, proof of the hands of fate pulling strings from the very beginning.

“I used to believe it was because of how she saw me—always angry at the world.” A pause, a breath. “Now I wonder if the Mother, or the Cauldron, or whatever it is-” she chuckled, but Cassian heard the way her voice thickened and trembled. “Now I wonder if it knew, even before everything happened. If that was its way of saying ‘wait’.”

Cassian swallowed past the lump in his throat but kept quiet. He knew Nesta wasn’t done. He could feel it in the air, heavy with unspoken words.

“I’m glad I did,” came Nesta’s voice after a beat of silence. “And I’m glad you didn’t fulfill the promise you made me.”

He knew exactly what promise she meant. “You still remember it?”

“Hard not to.”

Cassian took his time to answer, not wanting to rush the wrong words out of his mouth. He was known for being the talk first, think later member of their circle, but he would not make the same mistake again. He’d done it many times already and regretted every single one of them.

“It still stands, you know?” It was not really a question, so he didn’t wait for Nesta to answer before continuing, “There’s not a world or a life where I will not want you. Where I will not choose you, Nesta.”

Giving one last look at the N engraved on its flattened inside, Cassian slipped the silver band on his fourth finger, welcoming the cold bite of metal. He was admiring the sharp inner light of the ring when a soft click came from his back. His reflexes failed him as the doors swung open before he had the chance to stand, resulting in him falling backward, sprawled on the floor. Nesta looked down at him, her signature braids crowning her golden-brown hair, with free, long curls falling down her back. A goddess was standing before his very eyes. Cassian was sure of it. It was like time itself was holding its breath, then exhaling at once. At the same moment Cassian moved to sit up, Nesta rounded him and fell to her knees, the white gown puffing around her waist like a cloud. She grabbed his face with both hands and pulled him to her. Cassian gladly obliged as their lips met, tightly pressed to one another like they’d been starving for that contact all along, and he kissed his wife.

“Well, you may now kiss the bride,” Emerie chirped from somewhere behind him as cheers and handclaps echoed around them.

Nesta broke the kiss first, laughing, and rested her forehead against his. His eyes were not moving fast enough, tracing every line and shape and color of her beautiful face, lit up by joy and love—so much love it could burn the world to the ground and build it anew. That’s what the flames were for.

“Now we have that time. We have all the time in the world.” Cassian murmured, kissing her again, and again, and again. “We have eternity.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

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yoon-oh-what-i-deserve · 2 years

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Body Say | Jeong Jaehyun

Summary: Jaehyun didn't know that teasing his girlfriend at dinner would lead to the following events that night. Warnings: Minors, do not interact! +18, cowgirl, unprotected sex, handjob, oral sex (m receiving), teasing, language. Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader Word count: 2.7k

Y/N's back hit the wall at the end of the corridor, her eyes closed as she felt her neck being attacked, her senses heightened by the sensation, her fingers, trembling, reaching for the knob that would let them in her room, but there was so much going on, so much need within her that she couldn't comprehend what she was supposed to do. With a chuckle, Jaehyun pulled away from her skin, nibbling on it before letting go with a popping sound.

"You need any help?" his chuckle reverberated through his chest, sending vibrations through her body due to their proximity, her breath panting as she looked into his eyes, darker than they usually were, swimming in lust. He was on the same page as she was.

Shaking her head trying to conjure some sober thoughts, the girl turned in his embrace, her back now pressed against his chest as she finally found the metal knob, twisting it rather forcefully, trying to pry open the wooden door that would finally lead them to safety, but, once again, it proved to be ineffective since Jaehyun had found the need to sneak his hand down the waistband of her shorts, brushing slightly over her covered core, teasingly.

Y/N hissed and shook her head. She was not in the mood for that kind of foreplay. She needed him and she needed him fully. Jaehyun had been much of a dick enough to take her to the edge far too many times during dinner.

The lock finally jiggled, the door opening without a ceremony, their hurried steps leading them into the room before Jaehyuncould shut it close, pushing Y/N against it one more time, his lips finding hers in a hungry kiss, forcing against her, a small gasp leaving her which only added to the fuel he had within him, his tongue slipping past her parted lips, exploring every little corner of her mouth, dancing over her own muscle before slithering back, teasingly.

“You’re such an ass,” she mumbled, her teeth grazing his lips, pulling them towards her in an almost savage way, a small groan coming from the man standing in front of her. “Always teasing me,” she pulled away, her hands splaying over his chest, running up and down his toned torso. “Think I’m gonna have to play with you for a little bit.”

Before he could protest anything, Y/N summoned the will to push him away from her, the back of his knee hitting the end of her bed, making him fall ungracefully back, his upper body shooting up, suspended by his elbows, as he watched the beauty in front of him, his chest heaving in small pants, his tongue running over his lips, smoothing the soft indentations her teeth had left. He had never seen her acting that way and he couldn’t say he didn’t approve it.

Jaehyun watched, entranced, as his girlfriend finally snapped at his early actions, her eyes drowning in desire, her face heated in lust. He could see the way she clenched her legs tight, her trembling fingers trying to unbuckle his belt, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she got rid of the offending piece of clothing tauntingly, her eyes burning into his, watching in anticipation for the moment he would tell her to hurry up. But he just squirmed under her touch, her hands grazing his thighs, nails scratching the pale skin slowly, red trails following her fingers as she took her time to make him groan in annoyance at her pace.

Y/N bit her lower lip, the sight under her making her core ache and a powerful tremble to rock over her body. She couldn’t understand how that man had the power to make her feel that way when all he did was stare at her, his brown eyes piercing into hers, watching her every move without a single side glance, his elbows still supporting his body, seeing her do what she wanted with him. He had never been this submissive before. She had never been this dominant. They were treading unknown waters, and both were too lost in the desire to put their minds into it.

Slowly, but surely, she ran her hands back up his waist, finding the band of his boxers and snapping it, a low hiss coming from the boy and a dark chuckle to leave her mouth. She was enjoying it too much. Her hands ghosted over the boner he sported now, her face coming closer to the area he wanted her the most to, her breath fanning over him. If he could only just say something to make her strip that stupid t-shirt she was wearing…

He knew she wasn’t wearing any bra under it. He knew, the moment the shirt was gone, he would be graced the view of her perky breasts and there was nothing more than he wanted than to have them wrapped around his cock at that moment.

But Y/N had other plans. Had it been any other night, she would be more than likely to comply to anything he wanted, but this time… this time she wanted to have her fun with him. To see him writhe under her. And with that determination, she pulled his boxers down, his cock springing free from its confines, happily slapping against his lower abs, glistening in pre-cum.

Humming appreciatively, Y/N drummed her fingers over his erection, the feeling of her expert hands sending chills over his body, his head falling back as a deaf moan vibrated in his throat.

“Fuck,” the low, strained voice that came from him amused her. There was nothing sexier than a man surrendering himself into desire and she felt a whole new wave of excitement to flood through her. She was the cause of it.

Without thinking twice, Y/N launched herself forward, her small hands gracefully wrapping themselves around his cock in a firm grip, her thumb smearing over the pre-cum, lubricating the member before she could jerk her hands up and down in an agonizingly slow pace, her focus turned to his face, seeing his arms surrender under him, his back hitting the mattress, his eyes closed. The soft whimpers and groans coming from Jaehyun were of great help to accelerate her pace, one of her hands now cupping his balls, his brows furrowing.

But before he could get too happy with it, the strokes stopped, her hands leaving his body. Jaehyun’ eyes shot open, in a trance and hazed as he stared at her, his whole body screaming at her to keep going, but all he found was a sly smile plastered on her lips, her hands coming in aid as she positioned herself better in the bed, her face lowering, even more, making him fall back against the soft surface once again, completely at her mercy.

Without much of a thought, Y/N lips wrapped around his tip, her tongue smoothing over the head, lapping at the small droplets that sipped from his slit, delighting in the fact that he was getting harder, if that was possible, because of her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, going deeper each time, fighting back the gag reflex that only him had been able to trigger.

She could feel his shaky fingers intertwine in her hair, pulling it into a ponytail, the curtain no longer shielding him from the vision, his hips bucking up to meet her movements. It was almost possible to feel his blood running through his body, rushing faster and faster until it was about to explode. She could feel his legs starting to shake, his breath to get heavier, his fingers to lose strength. She knew he was close, so close that one more suck and he would be done. She could feel him about to cum, the tip of his cock ready to spurt out his load.

And that was when her movements stopped once more, his groan of annoyance reaching her ears again, much to her contentment.

“You didn’t think it would be that easy, right?” She laughed, her eyebrows shooting up, small beads of sweat now present on his forehead as he watched her have her fun, his eyes glazed, trying to hold on to the orgasm he knew he was losing. “No, babe, you only get to cum when I tell you to,” she mumbled, her body hovering over his, her mouth close to his ear, nibbling his earlobe before biting the skin under it. “And only then.”

Jaehyun gulped, her newfound dominant side showing him how things could change in their relationship and he liked it. He couldn’t wait to see more of it, to see everything she was capable of doing to him. He wanted to be at her mercy, he wanted to surrender to her, he wanted to make her feel like she could do anything, because she could.

Tentatively, the boy reached out for her, his hands sneaking under her t-shirt, fingertips dipping in the skin, running up and down her stomach, up to where the hem of her bra should be, his thumb brushing over her nipples, a jolt of electricity running through her. For a second, he saw all her confidence shake, her eyes betraying her for a fraction of a second. At that moment, he saw her on the verge of pushing it all aside and letting him have way with her, but just as it showed, it was gone.

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest, her hands gripping the edge of her t-shirt before pulling it over her head, tossing the fabric carelessly to the ground, watching Jaehyun’ hungry eyes race over her body, his hands still gripping her sides before sliding the buttons of her shorts, fighting against it in his hurry. With a small smile, her hands smoothed over his, helping him undo the button before leaning forward, letting him take it off her body.

Her clothed core came into contact with his cock, the feeling of his member pressing against her clit making a soft moan to come out of her mouth, her hips rocking back and forth, trying to get some friction to get rid of the burning sensation she had been living with ever since they walked out of the diner.

“As much as I love this new you,” Jaehyun croaked, his voice hoarse. “I’m not sure how long I’m gonna be able to hold back.”

Smirking, the girl rocked her hips on his a few more times, watching attentively as he closed his eyes and swore under his breath, the sweat intensifying on his forehead.

“You’re lucky you teased me way too much, Jeong,” she mumbled, her finger hooking on the sides of her panties and pushing it down her legs, her exposed pussy now in full contact with his cock, her own arousal coating him. “You ready, big guy?”

It was purely rhetorical, of course. Y/N reached between them, aligning his cock with her entrance before sliding down, slowly feeling herself being stretched by him, his girth filling her to the brim, her eyes closing at the feeling and mouth opening in a perfect ‘o’ shape. She stilled for a few seconds, getting used to him being inside of her. It wasn’t their first time, but she hadn’t grown used to the feeling yet. Jaehyun could come out as a shy and quiet guy, but the pack he hid under those jeans knew how to be handled and the shyness would be suppressed by this other side of him.

Y/N shook her head, her eyes snapping open, the need to feel him moving inside of her awakening.

Placing her hands on his chest, Y/N slowly rocked her hips against his, his cock sliding out until it is about to leave before sliding back in fully. A moan ripped through the air as she enjoyed the feeling of him filling her.

Jaehyun’s own moan followed, watching her body moving, his hands on her hips, guiding her. Y/N’s hand reached out for his, running it over her body before covering her breast with it, her pace picking up, moving in shorter and faster rocks, her head falling back, the moans becoming louder.

“Fuck!” she cried slightly, not a care in the world if anyone in the complex she lived in would be able to hear them.

The feeling of Jaehyun growing inside of her intensified. Her shaky hands grabbed his again, dragging it all the way down to her clit, edging her on, adding more pleasure to what she is feeling.

It was a new thing for them. She had never been so daring, so confident and vocal. There always the possibility of them being, somehow, getting caught, but this time, no one cared about it, their bodies responding only to one another, their breaths mingling in the heavy air, the sweat on their bodies making their skin slick, hands running all over, curses falling out.

Jaehyun's hips lift up, thrusting up into her, the sound of his balls slapping against her skin cutting through the air, his eyes focusing on her bouncing breasts, his tongue poking out to wet his lips at the sight of it, a newfound strength reaching him, the man coming to a sitting position, his head dipping as his mouth found her nipples, sucking on it vehemently.

“Oh God,” she moaned, her toes curling up at his sides, her thoughts less coherent. She wouldn’t last much longer and they both knew it. All the teasing from before finally catching up with her body, a knot forming on her stomach quickly, about to unravel at any time. “Oh fuck, I’m close,” she rasped out, her raggedy breath almost not carrying her voice, her movements slowing down, the pleasure making it harder to focus on it.

A hoarse, free moan of Jaehyun’s found its way out, the sound rippling through the air and resonating through Y/N, her skin raising goosebumps at the sensation he was causing her, the tip of his cock hitting continuously her spot, molesting it with every thrust, making her eyes roll back in its orbs, his hands never stop rubbing at her clit, stimulating her to the breaking point, her walls closing in on him, making it tighter than ever, contracting his member inside of her, milking his upcoming orgasm.

Without an announcement, Y/N head snapped back, a scream ripping out of her throat, her hands shaking and legs closing around him, as a wave of pleasure washed over her, her juices running down her legs and coating Jaehyun’s cock, aiding to the constant rock of their hips, his own orgasm following close after, spurts of white sperm shooting from his tips into her, mixing their juices, their chests heaving, limbs frail, sight spotted.

Slowly lying back into the bed, Jaehyun wrapped his arms around the tired girl on top of him, her heavy arms falling at her sides, lifeless. Her eyelids fluttered open for a brief second, exhaustion embed all over her.

“Shit,” she mumbled, a small spasm going through her body as she felt Jaehyun sliding out of her, a smile on her lips.

“You tell me,” he chuckled lowly, his tongue running over his chapped lips, his fingers running over her naked back in a soothing way, lulling her into a slumber.

“It wasn’t weird, was it?” Y/N whispered, her eyes finally opening, her chin digging into the skin of his chest giving her the opportunity to look at his glowing face.

“What?” He scoffed. “Where did you get that from? It was so hot... You’re so hot.”

Y/N bit her lower lip, her eyes casting down and finding his naked torso, her hand slowly, but surely, tracing the skin carefully, before her lips took over, depositing a chaste kiss on it.

It was at times like these, the pure bliss that came afterward, that everything seemed so far away from them. It was like there was only Jaehyun and Y/N in the world and nothing else.

And it was exactly then, lying comfortably next to each other, with the rapid, muffled thump of their heartbeats, they knew exactly what their bodies were trying to say.

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