#gently massages your calf too as he takes your shoes off

[ripcupid]

Atta Girl

୨୧ word count: 2k ୨୧ Joel Miller x fem! reader ୨୧ haven't written for a male character or a different fandom in a while.

Joel sits watching you from the bar with a wry smile and a glass of whiskey in hand. He stares at you flinging around on a mechanical bull as you laugh and try to stay atop it. As he takes a sip of his drink, his smirk seems to grow wider with each passing second. His eyes dance with amusement and admiration, as you cling to the bull and ride it like a champion.

You look up and catch his gaze, and he gives you a small nod of approval before you get flung in a different direction. He can’t help but laugh along with you, as he watches you enjoying yourself.

You land on the mat and come to a stop, breathing heavily from the thrill and adrenaline. As you gather yourself, you can feel the other patrons of the rodeo watching with awe and admiration. You walk off the mat, making your way to Joel who is standing there with a wide grin on his face, laughing and applauding you for your amazing performance.

"That was… impressive." Joel congratulates you, wrapping his arm around your waist and giving you a tight squeeze and a kiss on the cheek. You blush and smile back at him, your brain dazed from the adrenaline and alcohol. You giggle, snatching Joel's cowboy hat from his head.

You playfully place the hat on your head, tipping it to the side. "Why thank you." You tease with an exaggerated southern accent as you bow graciously.

He laughs and replies, “It looks good on you.” Joel quickly grabs your hand, pulls you close, and gives you another kiss. “It’s getting late. We should probably go.”

“But it’s fun; I’m having fun.” You groan dramatically, dropping your body weight in his arms and he tightens his embrace, just to make sure you don’t fall. The hat slips from your head.

“Baby, I think you’re having too much fun.” Joel grabs your jaw in his hand, giving you a quick kiss to silence your groans. “Pick up my hat please.” He mutters against your lips. You pick up his hat, placing it back on your head as he releases your jaw, a small smile playing on his lips. He gives a smile for your compliance as his fingers lace through yours, taking your hand in his and leading you out of the bar.

Joel watches you undress while he takes off his shoes, his eyes never leaving your body as you move. You can feel his eyes on you but you don’t bother turning around. “Can I wear this shirt?” You ask, holding up one of his button-up shirts.

“Of course baby.” He sits back continuing to watch you move about. You can feel him watching as you slip it on and button it up, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in his scent.

You finish changing, looking behind you at Joel. He stares back at you with a smile. You stand in front of him, his hands instinctively hold your hips. “You looked really good tonight." Joel complimented.

“You too, like a cowboy with your little hat.” You joke making Joel let out a breathy laugh. You lay down, placing your feet in his lap. “My cowboy though.”

“And you’re my cowgirl.” Joel teases, his hands massaging your calf making you let out a soft moan. You relax into his touch, closing your eyes. He chuckles at your reaction.

“Don’t laugh, you’re good at that.” You open your eyes, a smile playing at the corner of your lips.

“Yeah?” He questions, bringing his hands up your leg as his fingers trail up your leg to your inner thigh, caressing it so softly as you part your legs to allow him better access. You nod in response, feeling your skin heat up under his touch. His eyes twinkle in amusement as you respond, your breath becoming ragged as he moves his hand higher up your thigh.

He whispers softly, asking you if he should continue, and you nod again, unable to find the words to express yourself. His hand moves further up your thigh, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through your veins as he caresses you. You feel his fingertips brush gently against your cunt, eliciting a sigh from you. His lips curl into a grin as he moves to lean over you, putting the leg in between yours so you can't close them.

He kisses your neck, his hands taking a firm grasp of your thighs as he moves his fingers closer to your clit. You gasp as his fingers brush against it, sending a wave of pleasure throughout your body.

"You're so sensitive." He whispers softly. His breath is hot against your ear, and his fingers tease, lightly grazing against your clit, over and over until you can’t help but moan in pleasure. Your back arches in pleasure, and you moan softly. You reach down for his wrist, but his words stop you.

His voice is husky and low as he whispers, "No touching; Let me make you cum." His voice excites you even more, and his fingers continue their teasing. He moves his hand faster, circling and pressing your clit until it is almost too sensitive to bear. He pulls your underwear to the side, spreading your arousal over your clit and you can feel your body trembling. You moan as he slides one finger inside you, and your entire body quivers with pleasure. "You want more, baby?" He looks at you with a smirk, and you can only nod in response, wanting it all and more.

His hand remains still as he slides in a second finger and begins to massage your inner walls. His thumb begins to circle your clit, each touch making you yearn for more and more of his touch. Your hips began to arch into him as he increased the pressure and pace of his movements, his fingers thrusting in and out of you, sending wave after wave of pleasure through you.

Your breathing quickens, and his smirk grows wider, the look of satisfaction written all over his face. His lips meet yours in a passionate embrace as his fingers move faster and faster. He grins in delight as his thumb continues to circle your clit. You grab onto the sheet and push into him, feeling every nerve in your body ignite in pleasure. "I w-want more p-please." You whimper against his lips, begging for him to take you further, to give you more.

"Such a needy little thing." He growls against your neck as his lips trace a path to your ear, "But since you asked so nicely." He pulls out his fingers, brushing them against your lips. You whimper at the loss, pressing your thighs together to gain some friction again. You open your mouth eagerly, and he slides them inside, his mouth curving into a satisfied smirk as you moan in pleasure at the taste of yourself.

He slides them out slowly, savoring every moment and the expression of ecstasy on your face. He sits up, pushing your legs apart, and looks into your eyes.

"Please, Joel." He grins at your pleas, tracing your cunt with his fingers until you moan out for more.

"Gotta be specific, use your words." Joel's mouth curves into a wicked smirk as he hears your plea, and he teasingly runs his fingertips over the wetness between your legs.

You groan in frustration and desperation, aching for more of his touch. "I'll give you more of what you want, but only if you beg for it." His voice is low and sultry, full of promise. Joel's gaze burns into you, and he waits for your response.

"I-i want you inside, need to feel you." Joel's eyes light up, and a wicked smile spreads across his face. He reaches for his pants and starts to unbutton them, revealing his painfully hard dick already straining against the fabric of his boxers. You feel the familiar heat course through you and reach out to touch him but he slaps them away before you can do anything. "No touching."

He pulls out his dick, stroking it slowly as he watches you, and you see it get even harder as his desire builds. You want nothing more than to touch him, feel the heat emanating from his body, and experience the pleasure he is clearly feeling but you know you can't.

You can only watch as he pleasures himself in front of you, his breathing getting more and more labored with each stroke.

You can feel yourself growing more aroused with each movement of his hand, and you can feel the need building inside of you. You feel your clench around nothing when he slides the tip through your slit, and you can't help but let out a gasp. He pauses and looks up at you with a knowing smile, and you can't help but blush at his piercing gaze.

He pulls your hips closer, letting his dick glide along your cunt and teasing you. You desperately shake your head cause he's not giving you what you want and he knows that. Nonetheless, you still grind your hips against his length as you let out a whimper.

He finally gives into your begging and pushes his cock deep inside you, the feeling of fullness takes your breath away. He groans at the feeling of you contracting around him. His slow, steady thrusts make your head spin and you moan as you wrap your legs around his waist, your nails digging into the sheets. You tilt your head back and moan out his name as he thrusts harder, faster, and deeper. He reaches over you grabbing the headboard and his thrusts become more intense as he moves with a steady, rhythmic beat. You fist the sheets, the undeniable urge to touch him. Your eyes roll back into your head.

"You feel so good, baby." Joel grunts through his teeth.

Joel grabs your jaw and pulls your face close to his, kissing you passionately. You moan into his mouth.

You melt into the kiss, your body feeling lighter and lighter with each passing second. You pull away, both of you breathing heavily. He reaches his hand down for your clit and starts rubbing it gently in slow circles, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

"W-wanna cum please Joel." You moan as Joel increases the pressure and rhythm of his hand, moving faster and faster.

"Cum for me, wanna feel you." His voice is low and demanding and his touch perfect, sending you spiraling over the edge. You find yourself reaching the edge and crying out in pleasure as waves of ecstasy flood your body.

His touch slows and he moves his hands up your body until he is holding you close to him, your heart racing and your breaths coming in short gasps. "Atta girl, that's it." His voice is soft and comforting, whispering words of love in your ear. He slows his finger down on your clit. leaning back to pull out of you with a deep, guttural moan you arch your back as the pleasure waves through your body.

You look up into his eyes, mesmerized by the intensity of his gaze, and he smiles before he dips his head and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. He continues to stroke his fingers around your clit, massaging you as he brings you closer and closer to a shuddering climax, chuckling as you whine with overstimulation.

He strokes himself bringing himself to the brink of an orgasm, and when he can take it no longer, he finally lets himself go, spilling himself onto your stomach as you cry out from overstimulation, completely sated by the pleasure he has just given you. You sigh happily when his thumbs stop. He rubs your hips affectionately, leaning over to give you a gentle kiss. "Let me clean you up." He rises and heads to the bathroom, quickly returning with a warm cloth and carefully wiping away anything.

He then sits back down and cradles you in his arms, holding you close while he tells you how much he loves you. You wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his shirt, feeling contentment wash over you. He brushes his thumb over the fabric of your (his) shirt resting his cheek on your head and whispers comforting words in your ear. You close your eyes and take in the warmth of his embrace.

#joel miller #joel miller smut #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #tlou hbo #pedro pascal #the last of us smut #the last of us hbo #tlou #smut #tlou smut #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal characters #joel miller/reader #pedro pascal joel miller #joel tlou #tlou joel #joel the last of us

[elarainks]

Flesh for fantasy - E.M. x Reader

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

3.1k

18+ minors dni smut, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, pet names, almost caught etc etc

I fully have not proof read this so ignore the mistakes

A harsh knock at the door snapped your attention out of the book you were reading, curled up in the old armchair in the corner of the living room. You dog-eared the page, and set the book down on the side table as you scrambled to answer it, opening the door a crack to see who was there before letting it swing fully open. Your ex-boyfriend, Eddie Munson, stood on the porch, hands in his pockets, and a wicked grin on his face.

“Gareth is in the shower Eds. He’s not expecting you for another hour or so.”

“I know. Can I come in?”

You nodded, and stepped to the side, allowing Eddie to push past into the living room. His hand brushed against your thigh as he passed, and the touch left you feeling electric. The two of you had dated during school, but when you graduated and he had to retake the year, the pair of you had argued, and mutually broke it off. That didn’t stop you hooking up multiple times over the summer, but when he started back at school you had stopped seeing him completely, only ever making small talk when he came to pick Gareth up, or if you passed each other in the street. There was never any bad blood between you, things just hadn’t worked out.

You made your way back into the living room, opting to sit on the couch this time, leaving Eddie to decide if he wanted to sit with you or take another seat. He didn’t sit down. Instead, he stood in front of the sofa, hands on his hips, the way he always did when he was about to propose an idea. You gave him a quizzical look, and he took a deep breath before speaking.

“Can- can we go to your room? I just wanna talk… but like, alone?”

You agreed, and he waited for you to lead the way, acting as though he’d never carried you up those very stairs before. He followed you into your room, and shut the door behind him as you climbed onto your bed, tucking your knees under your chin. You gestured for him to sit too, and he kicked his shoes off before sitting cross-legged in front of you, slipping his leather jacket off of his shoulders. You got lost in each other's eyes for a few brief moments before you started to speak again.

“So you wanted to talk?”

“Yeah, I just thought that seeing as I had time before picking up your brother, maybe we could hang out like we used to? I’ve missed you,” he confessed, looking down at his hands before he continued, “a lot, actually.”

A smile crept onto your face, and his mouth formed into another grin when he noticed. He reached out with a ringed hand and rubbed up and down your calf. His touch combined with being alone in your bedroom had given you major butterflies, and despite how often you had told yourself that you weren’t in love with Eddie anymore, you knew then that you definitely were. He scooted closer to you, and gently pulled your ankles so that your legs were resting over his.

“Missed me too?” he asked, cocking his head to one side, that stupid grin still plastered on his face.

“M’yeah, maybe.”

The two of you talked for a few minutes, catching up on everything, all the while Eddie had been massaging one of your lower thighs. You hadn’t taken much notice of it until his hand slipped higher, and your breath hitched, the feeling in your stomach turning into a yearning desire. He laughed, adjusting the way he sat, one hand still kneading at the squish of your thigh.

“C’mere.” He made grabby hands as you shuffled into his lap, straddled around him. “Can I kiss you?”

You stared into his eyes for a moment, contemplating whether you were really about to get involved with him again, but in the end you knew the answer was always going to be yes. Your lips locked with his, and Eddie was slightly taken aback by the fact that you had initiated it, but it only took a split second for him to be kissing back. He licked at your lips, and you allowed him entry as his tongue ran over yours. Your hands tangled into the length of hair at the back of his neck, as his slipped under your shirt, one massaging at your waist while the other roamed higher. You sighed into his mouth as he gently squeezed at your breast, your fingers coiling his hair and tugging. His lips curled up and you could feel him smile against your lips before he pulled back. The two of you gasped for air as he pulled your hips closer, your core now sitting atop the hardening bulge in his jeans. You desperately tried not to grind against him to relieve some of the pressure that was building at your core, but you just couldn’t help it.

“Eddie what the fuck are we doing?” you breathed as he started to pull the hem of your shirt above your head.

“Something we never should have stopped doing... Shit, I forgot how much I love your body.”

Eddie ogled at your partially exposed chest for a moment, almost drooling. He removed his own shirt, and pulled you into another kiss. You practically melted into him as he unclasped your bra and pulled it from between you, your bare breasts pressing against his chest. The skin on skin contact added to the fire inside you, and you could feel the slick heat between your legs pooling in your panties. His hands roamed the curvature of your lower back as you arched into him, his lips leaving kisses all over your face. Their attention moved to your jaw, and he began grazing his teeth as he kissed his way along, biting down and marking your neck as he made his way down.

The background noise of the shower across the hall disappeared, and a few moments later the bathroom door clicked open. You and Eddie pulled apart, and your eyes met, both wide in concern. There was no way you could let your brother to hear you fucking around with his best friend in the next room. Not when he thought, hell, everyone thought you didn’t want to be associated with him anymore.

“Music?” Eddie whispered in suggestion, and you nodded, climbing off him to access the stereo on the dresser.

You grabbed the first tape that you could get your hands on from the box next to it, and pried it out of the case, slotting it into the stereo. You pressed play, thankful that the tape you selected didn’t require rewinding. As the first song began to play, Eddie pulled you back to him by the waist, his nimble fingers making quick work of removing your corduroy shorts.

“Billy Idol? Really?” he chuckled quietly into your ear as he slipped a hand into the back of your panties, grabbing a handful of ass.

“Eddie…”

“If you want me to stop, sweetheart, just tell me, yeah?”

“N- no, don’t stop, please. Just don’t want Gareth to hear.”

He stood up from the bed, his one hand still squeezing at your ass as he closed the gap between the two of you. He reached behind you and turned the volume knob up to eleven, holding his gaze with yours. You palmed at his torso, moving one hand down to the hardness in his jeans, earning a low groan from him. He fumbled with his jeans for a moment, shoving them down to his ankles and kicking them off along with his socks, before sitting back down on the bed. He scooted up so that he was leaning against the headboard, and motioned for you to join him. You knew exactly how he wanted you, and the anticipation had you all the more needy for him, your stomach flipping at the thought of what he would do to you. 

You shuffled onto the bed, settling between his legs, back pressed against his chest. His calloused hands massaged a breast and thigh respectively, as you sank into him more. Ringed fingers wrapped around your throat as he teased you, running a thumb over your soaked panties, pressing in at the wettest spots just enough to have you squirm beneath his touch. He cooed in your ear as your breath hitched, hooking a finger beneath the waistband and pulling the fabric down your legs. Lips met your shoulder, and he bit down as he gently slid two fingers against your core, circling your entrance.

“You’re so wet for me baby, have you been waiting for me to come and make you feel good again?”

“Please, please…” you whined, wanting more.

“Shh, you know I’ve got you, just let me have this moment, ‘kay?” He uttered, lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “missed making you so needy.”

His fingers dipped inside you without warning, and you could feel his dick twitch in the small of your back as you moaned out his name. He worked his digits into you, slowly picking up the pace as he licked and kissed at your neck and shoulder, kneading your breast. He rolled each of your nipples between his fingers in turn, curling the fingers inside you into the spongy spot that got you riled up. You loosely held onto his wrist and he continued to fuck into you with his fingers, and he guided your other hand down to your heat.

“You’re gonna rub that pretty little clit of yours for me, okay? There’s a good girl.”

You nodded and did as he commanded, rubbing quick little circles around your bud, and the sensation caused you to let out an incoherent string of moans, that most likely would have been along the lines of ‘fuck Eds I needed this’ if you had had the ability to form actual sentences. Eddie let out a low groan as you leaned back into him more, unintentionally grinding into him. His free hand ended up clasping your jaw, his middle and ring fingers prodding into your mouth. You could feel your climax building up, and tried your best to keep rubbing those little circles.

“I’m g- gonna-” you sobbed into his hand, having to bring your own away from your clit as the sensation became too much.

“Cum for me baby, s’okay, I won’t stop you.” he pressed his thumb into the bundle of nerves as he continued to thrust his fingers inside you. 

It only took a few seconds for you to come undone, clenching around his fingers, and cumming into his hand as he continued to rub while you rode out your high. He gently removed his fingers as you calmed down, and took them into his mouth, sucking your slick from them. He tapped your hip with his other hand, signaling for you to move.

“You still taste so sweet, love. Come take a seat.” he had shuffled himself down the bed, laying down on his back, head a solid foot away from the headboard so your knees would have space.

“Eddie we shouldn’t…”

“Sweetheart, if that's the case you shouldn’t have let me make you-”

You cut him off, straddling over his face the way he wanted, lust for him to coax another orgasm out of you building as you hovered above him. He wasted no time in wrapping his arms around your thighs, pulling you down until your core was flush with his mouth. You cried out at the contact, grateful that Billy Idol was still filling the air, masking the sounds you were making. Eddie’s tongue lapped at the sticky sweet heat, swirling around your entrance with sick precision. He hummed against you, the vibrations rolling through his tongue as he continued to work the muscle into you. You fell forwards, grasping onto your headboard for support as his nose bumped into your clit, sending a shockwave through your abdomen. He repositioned you slightly, sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth, tongue running over it repeatedly. You tried your hardest to stifle the sob that escaped your mouth in between whimpers, taking your wrist between your teeth. He continued sucking there for a moment, before gently grazing his teeth around it.

“F- fuck, Eds-”

He rolled the bud between his teeth again, and you couldn’t stop yourself from cumming all over his mouth and chin, his tongue pressing back into you right as you released. You could barely hold yourself up against the headboard as Eddie released the vice grip he had on your trembling thighs. He pushed you down to his waist, gasping for air, a wicked grin on his face as he licked his lips. He reached out to squeeze your hips, steadying you against him.

“You sure look good from down here,” he breathed, cock twitching as he ached for you to touch him.

“Aren’t you rock hard by now?” you choked out, voice hoarse from all of the moaning.

“I am.” He moved you off him, a patch of your juices glistening on his stomach where you has been sitting. “On your knees sweetheart, there we go.”

He pulled his throbbing dick out of his boxers, and pumped a couple times before taking his underwear off entirely, settling himself at the edge of your bed, precum dribbling out of him. You wasted no time in taking him in your hands, and licking a slow stripe up the shaft, taking the head into your mouth. He was bigger than you remembered, but you knew it was probably down to how much you wanted him at that moment. Eddie let out a low groan as you swirl your tongue around the slit, eyes rolling back into his head as he grabbed a fistful of your hair. You looked up at him, holding eye contact as you hollowed out your cheeks, and took the length of him down your throat. You gagged around him, and he couldn’t keep himself from jutting his hips into your face any longer.

“Fuckin’ shit, got to, m’sorry-”

He used his grip on your hair to guide your head up and down, bobbing along his length. The head of his cock repeatedly hit the back of your throat, tears pricking at your eyes as you continued to flatten your tongue against him. Your hands clung to his thighs, steadying yourself as he continued to relentlessly fuck into your mouth. He twitched in your throat, his lips slightly parted as he whined, chest rising and falling at an ungodly pace.

“Can I- let me fuck that pretty pussy, please,” he whimpered, and you sucked down his lenth, releasing the head with a satisfying pop, “I know you can take it. Wanna fill you up.”

He grasped your waist, lifting you up and pushing you down onto the bed, spreading your legs with his knees. One of his hands ran a thumb through your folds, lifting the hood above your clit as he lined himself up, watching as you clenched in anticipation. You moaned loudly as he pushed in the tip, teasing you with it for a while, slowly pushing in and out until you were a needy mess beneath him again.

“Please, please, I can take it, I promise.”

“Yeah?” he bottomed out instantly, moaning your name as you cried out at the sudden stretch, “I knew you could baby, s’good for me.”

Eddie picked up a sickening pace, continually slamming into you in desperation. Your walls fluttered around him with each stroke, the tension in your stomach building again as he gripped your hips. He moved a hand to put pressure just below your belly button, massaging his thumb into your skin. You held onto his wrist, writhing beneath him.

“Mh, so deep.”

“You feel that baby? Got you all stretched out.”

His free hand moved from your hip to your throat, rings leaving indents in your skin. His movements were becoming sloppy, and you could feel his cock start to twitch inside you. You were about to snap, and so was he. Your legs wrapped around his waist, wanting him ever closer as you felt yourself about to tip over the edge. His lips came crashing down on yours, hot open mouthed kisses as he mumbled something into your mouth.

“Cum with me sweetheart, I need you to- oh shit.”

You came undone beneath him in a strangled scream, your eyes screwing shut as you convulsed, a third earth shattering orgasm raking through your body as he continued to thrust into you, chasing his own climax. You clenched tightly around him, and he twitched one last time, thick hot ropes of cum painting your walls white as he pushed deeper into you, unable to continue his movements. He half fell on top of you, leaning on one of his forearms as the other hand caressed your cheek, his head dipping against yours.

“I needed that.” he panted, hot breath fanning against your skin.

“Mhmm, I think I did too.”

Eddie planted another kiss on your lips, chuckling deeply as he smiled against you. You heard footsteps traipse along the hallway outside your bedroom, stopping at your door. The pair of you snapped your heads to look at the door as the handle began to move, the latch clicking open.

“Hey can you tur-”

“GET OUT I’M NAKED.” you yelled out, and the door shut with a slight slam.

“Sorry, but can you turn that down? I think Eddie just got here and I don’t need him listening to that shit.” your brother's voice came through.

You and Eddie laughed quietly, and he slipped out of you, picking up a washcloth from the pile of clean laundry at the foot of your bed. He cleaned you up, followed by himself, and the pair of you got dressed. You headed to turn the stereo off, but he stopped you before you reached it.

“What do you say? Give a lowly old highschooler another chance?”

“In your dreams, Munson,” you slapped his chest, smirking at him, “I hope you’re dreaming right now.”

He pulled you in for another kiss, reaching to switch the stereo off. You led him out of your room, into the hall, where Gareth’s bedroom door was open. He looked up from whatever he was doing, and his eyes met yours, before looking behind you at Eddie, who had a horrible smirk plastered across his face.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #stranger things #stranger things smut #st4

[chicgeekgirl89]

How to Say Goodbye

Fandom: NCIS LA

Characters: Marty Deeks, Kensi Blye, Monty

Summary: After an extremely hard day Kensi and Deeks reevaluate their careers and consider where the road ahead might lead. A post ep for S14E12 "In the Name of Honor."

A/N: Wow, hello old friends. It's been a while. In light of the recent announcement about cancellation it only felt right that I come out of retirement and give the couple who changed my writing life a little bit of a sendoff. This may not be my final Densi fic, I'm leaving the door open for the rest of the season, but if it is, I'm happy with where I've left them. Enjoy!

Also, Monty lives for as long as I write in this fandom. Does it make sense? Probably not. Do I care? No. 

Read on AO3

Kensi slides into the passenger seat and lets her head fall back against the headrest, eyes closing as her body relaxes into the leather. She’s going to be sore tomorrow. Like take two Advil before she even gets out of bed sore. 

“Hey, you okay?” Deeks asks as he gets in the driver’s side and pulls on his seatbelt.

She nods. “Yeah. Yeah I’m just tired.”

“That makes sense, you had a rough day,” Deeks says.

She snorts. “Yeah, right, that’s what it was. A ‘rough day.’”

Deeks is quiet for a moment and then he reaches over a hand, sliding it between her head and the seat, gently massaging the back of her neck. She sighs and relaxes under his touch. 

“Let’s bail on Callen,” he says softly. “He’ll understand. Let me take you home. We can order delivery, go to bed early.”

She opens her mouth to protest, to say that it’s not fair to bail on their friend, but honestly, if she closes her eyes for too long right now, she’s probably not going to open them again, so she nods and Deeks sends a text and then they’re heading for home. 

She must doze off on the drive because it seems very short tonight and when they get inside she face plants directly into their couch without even taking off her shoes. Monty shuffles over and she blindly reaches out a hand to give him a scratch behind the ears.

She hears Deeks drop their bags and then call for Monty to go outside, the back door opening and closing so he can go out and take care of business for the night. When Deeks comes back about ten minutes later he sets something down on the coffee table. Squinting one eye open she finds a glass of wine sitting in front of her face and then grunts out her thanks as she feels him reach down to gently unlace and slide off her shoes. 

Once that’s done he settles onto the far end of the couch and pulls her feet into his lap. One hand lands on her calf and squeezes gently. “Rosa is going to stay at my mom’s tonight,” he says quietly.

At that her eyes pop open and she rolls over onto her back so she can look at him. “Oh no, I wanted to see her,” she says sadly.

“I’ll bring her by in the morning before school,” he says. 

She sighs. She knows Rosa is safe and happy at Roberta’s, but she misses her daughter and after a day like this it helps to have her presence in the house. “Okay. Thanks.”

“And dinner is ordered, it will be here in forty minutes,” he says as he begins to rub her feet.

“You are the perfect husband,” she says, enjoying the way it feels as he works the arch of her right foot.

He chuckles. “I’m going to go draw you a bath okay? You can relax until the food gets here.”

He starts to get up, but she catches his hand. “Don’t go,” she says softly.

He nods and sinks back down into the couch as she sits up, crossing her legs so she can really look at him. “What’s on your mind Fern?” he asks.

“Today was close,” she says. “Really close.”

“Yeah,” he says, emotion flitting through his eyes. “It was…yeah. Really close.”

She looks down and toys with his fingers as she tries to put what she’s feeling into words. “I thought about Rosa,” she says finally. “When they took us, when they tied us up and put us in the back of that van, before they knocked us out. I thought about everything that she’s lost. And I thought about you having to tell her that one more person she loves isn’t coming home.”

Deeks blows out a breath and shakes his head. “My mind didn’t even get that far,” he admits. “I just couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that I wasn’t there. That there was absolutely nothing I could do to stop what was about to happen to you and Fatima.”

Kensi swallows. “Deeks, if Fatima hadn’t woken up, if she hadn’t been there, I don’t think I would have been able to save myself today. I don’t think I would have made it out of that car.”

Silence fills the space as they both process what she’s just said. “Okay,” Deeks says finally. “Okay, what do we do with that?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. I just, I can’t stop thinking that this is a young person’s game. We have Fatima and Rountree now and maybe…maybe this isn’t working anymore. I’m not sure I’m willing to keep sacrificing our family for the greater good.” She leans back against the arm rest and shoves a hand through her hair. “I don’t know Deeks.”

“You don’t have to know,” he tells her because he is good and kind and would never, ever try to make a decision for her. “Not right now.”

“We’ve been saying that for years,” she tells him helplessly. “We’ve been talking about how this is going to work with our hypothetical kids for years. But Deeks, Rosa is here now and she’s ours and we have a responsibility to her and we can’t just keep talking about it like it’s something that’s going to happen in the future. We have to make a choice.”

“I know,” he says. “I know. You’re right.”

“Yeah,” she says, with a sigh. “I am.”

“What do you want to do?” he asks after a long, heavy moment.

“I’m not sure,” she says. “We’ve had offers. Maybe it’s time for me to start seriously considering some of them.”

“Time for us,” he corrects. “If you’re going, I’m going too.”

“Deeks, just because I’m ready, that doesn’t mean you have to—“

“You’re going to leave me to third wheel it with Callen and Sam all by myself? Ha! Not a chance,” he says.

She leans forward and cups the back of his head, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “I never thought this would be my life,” she says. “This was…this was not something I planned for. I thought I would do the agent thing, maybe move into something else after a couple years, I don’t know. But you and Rosa, you were never part of the plan.” She runs a hand through his hair. “God I’m so glad you’re part of the plan now.”

He takes her hand, kisses her palm. “You two are the only plan I want. My girls,” he says, voice thick, eyes bright. “My two perfect, beautiful, amazing, kickass girls.”

“How are we going to tell them all goodbye?” she asks, her own throat feeling tight. “Sam and Callen and everyone else. They’re our family too.”

“We’ll figure it out,” Deeks tells her. “Nell and Eric did it and look at them now. Happy as two little clams. Really rich clams. Clams with only slightly less money than Jeffy B.”

She snorts and rolls her eyes. How is that after all these years he can still make her laugh with all his ridiculousness? “I love you,” she tells him.

“I love you too.” He stands and holds out a hand. “Now come on. We’ve run out of time for a bath, but I think I can rustle up a reasonably good shower before the food gets here.”

“That is the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me,” she says, letting him pull her up off the couch.

“How about I do you one better and tell you there’s ice cream in the freezer? And I DVR’ed the new episode of Below Deck?”

“Best. Husband. Ever.”

#NCIS LA #NCIS: Los Angeles #Densi #Marty Deeks #Kensi Blye #Densi Fic #Angst #Fluff #Domestic fluff #Monty lives #NCIS LA Fic

[torreshalstead]

You make the miles worth it - Chapter 7

Summary - The Chicago Marathon had always been a dream for Hailey. And when she meets a stranger in pink running shoes whilst training, she realises maybe she had been dreaming for more.

Chapter - 8/?

Chapter Summary - A 10 mile long run lead to pizza, beers and Bears at Jay's apartments.

Notes - This chapter and the next (it's a two-parter) are my favourite chapters that I have written so far for this story. Hope you enjoy them just as much! AO3 Link

12 weeks to go

Today marked the longest training run Hailey had ever attempted to complete, 10 miles, but she was thankful she wasn’t doing it alone.  She and Jay had headed out early to make sure they could get the majority of their miles in before the summer sun got too hot and made the run unbearable.

They had both decided to use today to test out some nutrition and hydration options before their runs got much longer. So Hailey’s waist pack was filled with some gels to try and she had slid a small water bottle into the pocket of her shorts.

The conversations on their run focused on nothing in particular for the first 8 miles, just general chat about their week, the cuteness of the dogs they passed and most importantly what they were going to eat when this run was over.  They had decided earlier in the week that they would meet up after their run to grab some food together, after they had showered and changed, a stipulation Hailey was insistent on.

‘You can just come straight to mine Hails’, Jay had said on an evening run earlier in the week.

‘Jay, I am not coming to yours until I have showered and changed out of my sweat clothes, especially not after 10 miles!’ 

‘Well, I don’t mind, you are welcome however; sweaty or not sweaty, clothed or not clothed’, he had said with a wink and then had run even faster ahead with Hailey chasing him, ‘I kid, I kid’, he had said as she caught up with him.

‘You’ll be running that 10 miles on your own if you’re not careful Jay Halstead’, she had answered back, her tone full of sass but there was no threat.  They both knew they would be running the miles together this weekend.

8 miles in, Hailey’s leg had started to cramp.

‘Jay, wait a sec’, she had managed to say, as she tried to conceal how much her calf was hurting her.

‘You good?’, he asked, hearing the pain in her voice.  When they came to a stop, Hailey had sat down quickly on the curb, desperately trying not to cry, grasping at her calf. 

‘Cramp’, she said through gritted teeth in between deep breaths.

‘I got you’, Jay said as he crouched down in front of her.  Reaching out his hands to her legs, he paused before he made contact, looking up at her, ‘may I?’, he asked.  Hailey nodded quickly, if anything he was about to do was going to help with the pain, she would take it.  He gently started to massage her calf, ignoring her winces.  About a minute after his fingers started to manipulate her smooth skin, the pain started to dissipate. Noticing the wincing had started to lessen, Jay smiled up at her, ‘better?’

‘So much’, she said with a gentle laugh.  He continued his ministrations for a moment more before gently patting her calf and standing up, reaching his hand down to help her up.  

‘Thanks’, she said once they were both standing.

‘Anytime’, he smiled, ‘want to walk for a moment before we finish off?’.  Hailey nodded and the pair of them began to walk again down the trail.

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Hailey nervously stood outside Jay’s door and inhaled deeply.  She ran her hands over her face and knocked.  As soon as he opened the door and she was greeted with a huge smile, she relaxed.  He was dressed in a pair of jeans, a black v-neck tee that was a little tight but she wasn’t complaining.  Her own outfit of jeans and a red hoodie with her hair loose over her shoulders, still slightly damp from the shower, didn’t seem to have him complaining either as he opened the door for her.

‘Welcome to my humble abode’, he said with a chuckle as she walked past him and into his apartment.  ‘Pizza will be here in 15, I already ordered, that alright?’, he asked.

‘Good with me’, she said as she followed him down the hall.  He led her into an open plan room which consisted of a living space, kitchen and a breakfast bar.  The large brown leather couch sat opposite an even larger wide screen tv and a floor to ceiling window graced the back wall. 

Hailey walked straight over to the window and marvelled at the view.  ‘Wow’, she breathed.

‘And now you see why I had to get this place’ he laughed, ‘I’d said yes to it before I’d even seen any other room’.

‘I don’t blame you’, she said, staring out at the Chicago skyline.  No matter how many times she saw the beauty of her city, it took her breath away everytime.

‘Get you a drink?’ he asked as she moved away from the window and looked across at a set of shelves on the other side of the wall, next to the screen.

‘Just a pop if you’ve got it’, she said, ‘though I won’t say no to a beer in a bit’, she flashed him a smile.

‘Coming right up’ he said, and noticing that she was still hesitant to move closer to the shelves added, ‘feel free to poke around’.  

Hailey walked over to the bookcase and her eyes were immediately drawn to a frame on the middle shelf, it was a picture of a young woman with brunette hair, holding a child in her arms with another child clutching her legs.  The child around her legs had a shock of red hair and the one in her arms, a mess of brown curls.  The next shelf housed a photo which she could clearly see was Jay about 10 years younger than he was now, dressed in army fatigues with his arm around a slim man of a similar age.  Even through some fading and creases on the photo, Hailey could see Jay’s familiar grin shining through.  The final photo on the shelf was a much more recent one, this time she recognised all of its occupants. It was his unit, clearly taken whilst they were on shift as they all had their vests on, smiling at whoever was taking the photo.

Jay came up behind her and handed over her drink.

‘Thanks’, she smiled, taking it from him. ‘That's your mom?’ she asked, gesturing at the photo with the two boys.

‘That’s her’, a gentle smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.  ‘That was Will’s 6th birthday, we went up to my grandpa's cabin in Wisconsin’.  His voice was quiet, as if reliving a memory.

‘She’s beautiful’, Hailey added after a moment.  ‘You’ve got her eyes’.  

Jay laughed, ‘thanks. Guessing you want to ask about this one’, he pointed at the second photo.

‘Only if you want to tell me about it’, Hailey answered softly.

Jay picked up the photo and ran his thumb over the frame, like he was trying to wipe dust from it, although the frame and the shelves were spotless. ‘Come sit’, he said as an afterthought, having already started to walk towards the couch, leaving Hailey standing by the shelves.  She followed him to the couch and took a seat on the right.  He was still staring at the frame, deep in thought.

‘So I didn’t tell you I was in the army, did I?’ he said.

‘No, I don’t think so’, she answered quietly, trying not to sound accusatory.  It was his life, he didn’t have to tell her if he didn’t want to.

‘I enlisted straight out of high school.  Dad hated it, Mum wasn’t a fan and Will wasn’t around.  I did two tours, Afghanistan, and then joined the force when I came back.  I’m not a huge fan of talking about it.  I saw some stuff.  Some stuff that took me a long time to get past.’  He was talking at the photo and hadn’t looked at Hailey since they had sat down.  She scooted closer to him to provide some silent support.  ‘It’s something else out there’, he murmured.

Seeming to remember he wasn’t alone, he cleared his throat.  ‘But this is Mouse’, he said pointing to the man in the photo.  ‘He was my best friend out there, I did both my tours with him.  He was part of the unit here too for a while too’, he smiled in fond memory.

‘Was?’ Hailey questioned.

‘He reenlisted’, Jay said in a slightly stoney voice, ‘I hated him at the time for it but I realised I had to support him or else I was going to lose him.  I still write to him and we call when he gets a chance, it’s not often but it’s better than nothing’.  Just then Jay’s phone buzzed, indicating that their lunch had arrived. ‘I’ll go get it, if you want to get some plates out? They’re in the cupboard to the left of the stove’.

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‘I’ll run 10 miles every day if we can have that every time’, Hailey said as she threw herself back onto the couch, her hands coming to rest on her full stomach.  Jay laughed in response as he stood and took the plates and pizza box back into the kitchen.  ‘I can help’, Hailey said as she started to stand too.

‘You’re the guest, you stay right there’, Jay instructed with a chuckle.  ‘I’ll grab us another drink, ready for that beer now?’.

‘I could probably go for one’, Hailey said as she relaxed back into the sofa, letting her eyes close for a moment.

‘Falling asleep on me?’ Jay said as he joined her on the couch again, nudging her with his shoulder.

‘Never’, Hailey said as she slowly opened her eyes and happily accepted the beer he offered. ‘I’m wide awake,’ she added with a yawn.

‘Of course you are’, Jay laughed, ‘I think the Bears are on?’ he suggested.

‘Sounds good to me’, she said as she curled her legs up under herself, and if she scooted slightly closer to Jay as she did so, who was she to notice.

Reaching up behind him, Jay pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and threw it over Hailey’s lap.  A blush crept up her chest.  ‘Don’t want you to get cold’, he said quietly.

‘Won’t you get cold though’, she asked, noticing it was the only blanket in the room.  He shook his head.  ‘We can share’, Hailey said without thinking and repositioned the blanket so it was covering them both.

‘So we can’, Jay agreed as he reached for the remote and switched on the game.

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It was nice, Hailey thought as the pair of them watched the game together.  Comfortable.  All the conversation revolved around the game, both yelling in time when the referee made bad calls, and cheering equally loud when the Bears scored.  At some point, Jay refreshed their beers and when he  returned, he had definitely sat down closer to her than before, she could feel the warmth radiating off his legs.

At some point during the third quarter, Hailey’s eyes had drifted close and her head had found its way onto Jay’s shoulder.  Deciding it was best to let her sleep if she was tired, Jay shifted slightly so her head came to rest on his chest, her blonde hair tickling his chin, and rearranged the blanket so the small blonde was covered completely.  

When the game came to a close and Hailey hadn’t woken up yet, he switched off the TV, not wanting the noise to wake her, and picked up his phone.  He was due to meet Will this evening, but that didn’t look like it was happening, looking down at Hailey’s peaceful form resting against him.  He shot off a text asking for a raincheck and decided he too would rest his eyes, they had gotten up early for their run after all.  As he slowly nodded off, he felt Hailey stir against his chest, not wanting her to slide off the couch, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in tighter, purely for her own safety of course.

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Hailey was warm and comfortable when she slowly started to wake up but something heavy was across her shoulders.  Confused, she opened her eyes slowly, taking a second to take in her surroundings.  She was still at Jay’s she realised but it was no longer light outside and the game that was playing on the TV when she had fallen asleep was no longer on.  The weight across her shoulders was Jay’s arm she realised in a panic.  He was holding her close, the blanket wrapped tightly around them both.  Earlier the warmth had been comforting but now it was suffocating.

Pulling herself away from him quickly and waking him up in the process, she looked around, panicked, for her phone.

‘Hey’, the sleepy voice of Jay said, ‘you’re awake’.

Hailey spotted her phone on the counter and got up to grab it as she headed towards the front door.  She spotted her sneakers that she had taken off when she entered, lying neatly on the floor.  Jay must have lined them up as she had definitely just toed them off where she stood.

‘Hailey, you good?’, Jay’s voice was slightly alarmed now as the blonde pulled her shoes in quickly and ran her hand over her face.  He had stood up and followed her into the hall but his closeness was causing a tightness in Hailey’s chest as she tried to get a word out.

‘Sorry’, she managed as she pulled open the door and hurried through the corridor of his building.

‘Hailey?’, he called after her, concern in his voice now. ‘Hailey?’ He tried again but the blonde entered the stairway and was out of sight leaving Jay standing in the hallway alone and worried.

#upstead #upstead fic #upstead fanfic #chicago pd #hailey upton #jay halstead #hailey x jay #one chicago #upstead fanfiction #chicago pd fanfiction #one chicago fanfiction

[hopelesshawks]

I’m so happy I have discovered your page!!! I’ve been reading your hawks fics and I love them 😍 I also saw your requests are open 😏 I would like to request a Drabble if possible for hawks with a curvy fem s/o I feel he’s a thigh man honestly lol i feel he’s a body positivity kind of guy. Please let me know if this is possible! Thank you!

Ahh im so glad thank you anon ❤️ I know this has been sitting for a minute now but I’m happy to write this for you and I hope you’re still around to see it.

Pretty sure this is my first time writing for curvy reader so I hope I did it justice

This request and the blog posting it is 18+, minors dni and please have age in bio before following

Warnings for non-sexual nudity and body worship

Keigo is the king of worshipping your body.

It’s a fact he’s very proud of. He loves every inch of you and thinks you should know it. Especially on days like this.

You return home from work, kicking off the shoes that had been hurting your feet for the past few hours as you sigh out your frustrations from the day. Keigo is there only moments later in sweats and a tshirt, pressing a kiss to your cheek and helping you out of your jacket.

“Long day?” he asks.

“That obvious?” you chuckle.

“It’s never a good sign when I beat you home.”

He’s right. You’re overworked and underpaid and while most days it doesn’t bother you, after all you love the work you do, that doesn’t mean it isn’t hard when you have to work overtime for what amounts to scraps.

“Go take a hot shower and I’ll meet you in the room,” he encourages, a hand on your back as he guides you deeper into your shared apartment.

You nod and move to comply and it’s amazing how much the shower does to relieve the tension that had settled on your shoulders. When you step out of it and onto the cold tile of your en suite bathroom, a couple feathers are waiting for you with a warm robe, fresh out the dryer. You smile fondly as you accept it, whispering a thank you to the feathers before they zip back off again. Wrapped up in warmth, you return to the bedroom only for your eyes to widen in surprise at the transformation it’s gone in just the amount of time it took you to shower.

The lights are off but candles are littered all around the room to create a warm, dim light. Their fragrance is just starting to suffuse through the room as the scent of lavender greets you. Keigo turns to you with a sheepish smile just as one of his feathers brings a bottle of lotion to his hands.

“Too much?” he asks, but you shake your head, too touched to speak.

“Then come on Dove, sit on the bed for me,” he insists, his grin softening into something warm and private.

Once you’re sitting on the edge of the bed he kneels in front of you, pumping lotion into his hands and warming it up before grasping hold of your right foot first and slowly starting to work the lotion into your skin. He presses into the skin gently, soothing the pain your shoes had wrought before moving up to your calf and paying it similar attention. He repeats the process for the left side before sitting up slightly to address your thighs.

His eyes practically glow as he pushes the edges of the robe up your body to reveal your thighs to him. He leans down to press kisses along them, his fingers digging into the plush flesh eagerly. He practically has to drag himself away to once again put lotion between his hands and warm it up before returning his hands to one thigh so he could knead and massage the lotion into your skin. Oh how he would love to bite into your beautiful thighs, leave his marks on your skin, but tonight isn’t about him so instead he simply caresses them and makes sure they feel as loved as they deserve.

“Off with this next,” he all but purrs as he rises to his full height in front of you now, carefully pushing the soft robe off your shoulders until you’re exposed to the room. Each part of your body receives the same special attention: your arms, your chest, your tummy, your waist and hips. Every inch of you gets to feel his soothing touch and adoring kisses until you’ve relaxed so much you can’t even remember what about work had stressed you out so much in the first place.

Last but not least he gently tilts your chin to him and leans in to press a kiss to your lips. There’s no heat to it. In fact it’s almost delicate; but it conveys his love to you in more ways than can be articulated by speech alone and by the time he pulls away a couple of his feathers have already brought you your comfiest pajamas.

“Go ahead and get ready for bed and then we’ll call it a night Dove,” he whispers into the fraction of space between you both.

You hum your cooperation, rising to do just that as he presses one last kiss to your cheek before giving you space. By the time you crawl into bed beside him, him eagerly drawing you into his arms, your entire body feels loose and pliant. He’ll whisper sweet words and praises into your ear but you’ll barely register them at all. You’ll fall asleep in his arms, firmly comforted in the knowledge that you are not only loved, but worshipped.

And it’s what you truly deserve

#hawks drabble #hawks fluff #hawks x y/n #hawks x reader #hawks x fem!reader #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami x y/n #keigo takami x fem!reader

[t-o-m-hollands]

Summary: You travel to meet Tom who is away filming. Since he is sharing a house with Harrison who is expected back at any second you have to make a decision; be quick - or quiet?

Pairing: Tom x female reader

Word count: 2,3 k

Warnings: Extended warnings under read more - but this is smut and strictly +18. 

Notes: This is sort of set in the same universe as The Bet just a few months later - BUT you do not have to have read that story to read this one, since there is literally zero plot in this. PWP, like truly. There isn’t even a hint of plot. A liiittle bit corny/fluffy. Also, they are both idiots, like I cannot stress this enough, they are both so dumb. 

Also I am once again staying up too late to write smut while tipsy. It is what it is. 

Extended warnings: Unprotected sex in established relationship. Little bit of stripping from Tom. Some teasing. Talk about bondage but no actual bondage in this. Spanking. Hand around throat; though no choking. Derogatory language.

You fall through the door and into each other’s arms and it would have been romantic if he had managed to catch you as you lounge at him and remain standing on his feet. As it is, you both tumble over and fall to the ground.

“Tom, for god’s sake!”

“Oh hush! At least you landed softly on my chest! I took the hard hit!”

“Babe, there’s nothing soft about your chest and we both know it”. 

But by this point his lips have been removed from yours for too long and so instead of arguing he pulls you in for a kiss, deep and raw and hungry, his hands in your hair pulling you closer towards himself; closer, closer and closer still. Your hair is loose and your lips are bitten and wet from his kisses and his jeans feel uncomfortable tight over the crotch. Your so fucking beautiful and for a moment he thinks about just fucking you right here and now; on the hard  wooden floor of the hallway, surrounded by a mess sneakers, umbrellas and Wellington boots. He’d fuck you quick and hard and fueled up on lust Or perhaps make it to the dining room table and bend you over that; your beautiful ass in the air and his fist in your hair. Or maybe up against the hall, your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks into you.

But the threat of Harrison returning any moment feels very real indeed, even as you’re on top of him, rubbing yourself against him like a cat in heat. Groaning at what he has to do he lays his hands on the sides of your hips, making you stop your grinding. Pushing you upward you soon take the hint and stand up, pulling you with him and honestly, he was going to lead you into the bedroom - honestly, he was. But you look at him and bite your swollen lip, still wet from kisses and suddenly you’re pushed up against the wall, your lips back where they should always be; on him. 

He’s hard as a rock; has been since he picked you up at the airport. On the drive back to the house the studio has rented for him and Haz while they’re filming your hand never left his lap, just kept stroking and stroking his dick. You had offered to give him a blowjob and honestly, he’d lie if he said he wasn’t considering it. But just the thought of your mouth around his dick after months spent apart has him seeing stars. He would never have been able to concentrate on the road if that happened. That and the fact that he had been able to think about nothing else than coming inside your warm cunt for weeks now.

“We gotta be quiet babe, Haz will be back soon” he says, in between urgent kisses, his hand over your breast; playing with your nipple through the fabric. “Think you can be quick?”

“Honey, I didn’t travel for eight hours to be quick.”

“Fine, then you’ll have to be quiet” and before  you have time to respond he takes hold of your thighs and he lifts you up in the air. You fall forward, bending over his shoulder, and he slaps your ass as he walks over to the bedroom. Somewhere on the way you drop your ballerina flats but he keeps walking. You half-laugh, half-protes the entire way there, kicking your legs and ordering him to put you down. When he reaches the bed he does and you fall down on it; landing with your back against the soft mattress. 

Your gorgeous legs are spread and so much skin visible in your short jeans shorts; his white dress shirt that you have burrowed tucked into the hem. You bite your lip again and look up at him through your lashes, knowing very well the effect it has on him. 

Well, two can play that game.

Looking you right in the eye he brings his hands to the hem of his shirt and slowly lifts it, revealing the muscles underneath. Pulling it over his head he throws it on the clean ground; having taken the time yesterday to clean up the mess of the house before your visit. He kicks off his shoes and then, smiling wickedly at your wide eyes, he places his hands on his belt, slowly unfastening it.

You reach out to touch him but he reprimands you. “Nah-ah, don’t think so darling. Take off your shirt.”

To his endless surprise; you do what you're told. Unbuttoning your shirt and discarding it on the floor you smile up at him. You aren’t wearing a bra. 

“You traveled all the way here like that?” He asks in disbelief; and now it is he who wants to reach out his hands and touch you. 

“I don’t like the thought of them seeing my bra in those scanner things at the airport” you shrug. 

“So…” and he rubs his forehead, not knowing what else to do with himself “so you decided it was better to just not wear anything?”

You shrug again, unfaced. “Look, I’m not saying my logic makes sense but-”

“Seems a stretch to call it logic then, doesn’t it?”

“Tom” you whine, “I love you, but just remove your fucking pants and shove your dick in me already!”

And so he moves his hands to the zipper of his jeans, where a bulge is clear to see. Still smiling he slowly drags it down before shoving his trousers over his hips, letting them fall to the ground. Stepping out of them he kicks them to the side; leaving him just in his boxers which he swiftly removes as well. 

Standing in front of you, completely naked, as you stare at his body with fervent hunger and blazing need makes him feel almost invincible. 

“Take off your shorts” he orders and it surprises him how low and lustful his voice sounds, even to his own ears.

Again you do as he says and he stares at you as you slowly reveal more of the beautiful skin of your body. He wonders if you feel as adored when he looks at you as he does when you look at him. He hopes you do. 

You remove your underwear as well, laying back against the bed to shimmy out of them. He takes a step forward, grabs hold of your ankles as you dangle them in the air. Placing himself in between them he takes one of your uplifted legs and he kisses the soft inside of your calf. 

“Gonna tie these up one day” he says and kisses your skin again. “Tie them up and tease you for hours. Really take my time and drag it out until you’re shaking and breathless and so desperate to come all you can say is ‘please, Tom’”.

He hears how your breath picks up, and can practically sense you growing wetter. Your eyes are glossy with want already. 

Reaching down to your core he slips a finger in you with ease. He snickers. “I’ve barerly even touched you and you’re already this wet?”

Since you can’t deny it you buck your hips up for more instead. He bends down and kisses the tender skin above your ribs with an open mouth. It’s soft and sweet and in sharp contrast from the finger moving inside you; that is all rough and quick movements. 

Moving up he places his wet mouth around one of your nipples and you writhe underneath him, your legs hugging onto his waist. Sucking on the sensitive flesh, gently nippling down on it, he then blows cold air on the wet spot and you moan, bucking up against his hand; that is still moving in and out of you. 

“More” you demand in another moan, and you lift your hips up, holding yourself up by your legs around his waist, pressing yourself against him 

“This is why you should be tied up,” he says, biting your nipple again. You moan and continue to push yourself against him. 

He leans back, grabs a hold of your hips, and twists you until you fall over on your stomach. He spanks your ass, hard; one time, two times, three times, four times. Two on each side. It only has you writhing all the more underneath him. 

He squeezes the soft flesh of your ass in his hands and groans. Moving his hands over your lower back, pressing his palms in almost as if massaging you. Your body is tense, but he knows your body well, knows its because of anticipation for what’s to come. Slowly he removes his big hands from your back, instead slowly dragging his short-nailed finger up over your spine. He watches in fascination as you shower beneath him. 

While he was away filming he had bought a guitar. Had practised the instrument for hours trying to make it play him the perfect sound. But as he drags his finger up your spine again and you whimper he knows that your body is the only instrument he wants to perfect.

“Ready?” He asks.

“Yes” you say, a little breathlessly. 

And again his palm connects with your skin, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud in the empty house. Again and again and again he does it. You squirm beneath him, gasping and moaning and clasping at the sheets; pushing back against his palm, eager for more. He spanks you until your skin feels warm, so he moves his hand in soothing circles over the tender place as you breathe out a sigh. 

“Come here” he says, and his voice is gruff and tender with need for you. Pulling you up towards him until you back is pressed against his chest, your legs widely spread so your thighs are outlining his and your glistening wet cunt is pressed against his dick. 

Playing with the tip of his cock, teasing it against your entrance he whispers rasperly in your ear, “think you can be quiet?”

You look over your shoulder, meeting his eyes, and nod eagerly. 

“You sure?” he asks, continuing to tease you. “You see, Haz could come back any second now and we wouldn’t want him to hear you, would we?”

You shake your head, and god, you really must want this because you waste no time arguing with him. So he decides to reward you and slips himself into you; pulls your body even closer to yours. 

You bite your lip to hold back the moan but it slips through your lips anyway. 

He moves a hand up to your throat, places his Rolex clad wrist around it, and the other hand around your waist; guiding you up and down over his cock, as if you were bouncing in his lap. Your breasts move up and down with the movement and honestly he wishes he had more arms so that he could touch you everywhere at once. 

When another moan falls from your lips he shushes you gently in your ear, “ now, now” he warns. 

He lifts you higher up and higher up by each movement, before pressing you down harder and deeper against him 

And then you both hear it. A car driving up the driveway. 

Haz is home. 

He slams you down against him again and the ecstatic sound that leaves you is positively animalistic. He reaches for your panties, discarded on the side of the bed. Balling them up he moves it to your mouth and obligingly you open it. He shoves them in before tenderly kissing the side of your lips. Your eyes are tight shut in concentration, trying with all your might not to make a sound as you hear footsteps walking by outside. 

“Remember, quiet now” he warns, mouth pressed against your ear. 

Yet you make a deep, wanton moan and he fuck up into you even harder, grinds your hips against his until your eyes roll back in pleasure. 

“Think you like this darling” he whispers again against your ear. “Think you like the thought of maybe getting caught. Think you like knowing that this is what I’ll think of for those months we spend apart and I gotta take care of myself.” 

He pushes you up and forward, until you’re on your hands and knees for him and with one swift movement he’s inside you agains; the angle so perfect it has him seeing stars. 

“Almost made me come before I was ready there” he says and spanks your ass, though not as hard as last time. 

You're slick and wet and he can see it running down your thigh and he wants to groan in pleasure but outside he’s pretty sure Harrison is talking to the neighbor, looking for his keys. 

He pulls you up closer to him and slams into you until you're clenching around him, your skin so hot against his thighs it feels like they are on fire. He knows you love this position and its clear in your tense, arched body.

He leans down and to out of breath now to whisper he says in a hushed voice, “he’ll be inside the house soon, you gonna be quiet? Or is Haz about to find out just how slutty you are?”

Your answer is yet another moan, muffled against your panties. 

So he fucks into you; hard and fast and deep and it’s like the pleasure is everywhere; clouding his eyes from seeing clearly and stopping his lungs from breathing freely. Your toes are curled and your back is arched and it all feels so overwhelmingly and blissfully intense; so fragile and vivid and frantic it’s like neither of your body quite knows what to do with all the pleasure. Like you are both about to combust from it. 

His arms and legs are shaking with the effort and he feels sweat running down his back. But then you shake as well and he feels you convulse around him and god - it’s heaven.

It takes a while before you both return to reality. He removes your underwear from your mouth and gently kisses your lips; pulling you in close against him.

“Love you” he says and kisses the tip of your nose. “Thank you for visiting.”

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[bonvoyagenoona]

Did Kitt ever tell Tae she ran into Miss seven times & that she uses her ring as a way to ward off guys that want more?😱

Aw, I actually did imagine this little scene while writing that part of Kittenfishing! 🥺 What do y'all think?

Bedtime is now, surprisingly, around 9:30 PM. Night owls are usually just getting started around this time, but once Taehyung is lying in his bed in a shirt and boxers, and you're gazing down at him, sitting across from him, more comfortable in one of his shirts and his favorite pair of your panties than you are in your own bed and skin, you know you're either going to sleep sublimely or fuck fantastically, and nothing else.

Tonight, though, is feeling more and more like a sleepy kind of night. Taehyung's intense, yearning eyes on you throughout dinner didn't fall short by any means. His shoe grazing your calf under the table every now and then also had you revved up. And the walk home, his lips next to your ear, whispering a laundry list of things he wanted to do with you? Well, this had you nearly abandoning your respect for public decency laws altogether. But there was a blatant shift in that intensity once those eyes saw Miss Seven Times in the hallway, as she claimed her next victim, who happened to be on the third floor.

She looked just as confused to see the two of you, wrapped up in each other. The confusion, though, didn't seem to last very long. Like with Taehyung, once you were out of her sight, you were out of her mind.

You gaze down at Taehyung's hand stroking your outstretched left leg, as he watches you rest your cheek on your knee as you hug your right leg so tightly that it might pop. Usually, you hold onto every detail this strongly. You hadn't realize that Miss Seven Times had ever slipped out of your mind. So far out of your mind that you hadn't thought to bring up what you had learned about her since the last time you saw her.

"We said we'd be honest about everything, right?" you ask.

Taehyung stops rubbing your leg. "Yes," he says gently.

"Well... I learned something about that... girl," you say.

"Kitt. That's in the past." Taehyung squeezes your shin, his fingers digging into your calf. "You and me? Here. Now."

"I know," you say, "and I don't mean to like... re-hash things, but... I talked to that girl once." You take a breath. "About her ring."

You wouldn't go on if Taehyung didn't look so calm and secure. It's interesting, this feeling. To want to test the waters of that security by admitting even more. And by admitting even more, solidifying that security. Each time you think the dam will break, you realize how big Taehyung's heart actually is.

"Apparently, she would plant the ring when people got too close. She used it as an out. She's not married or anything. It's her grandmother's ring, or something. She just..." You take a breath. "She lied." And then you sink. "Kinda like I lied."

Taehyung knows it will take a moment to process this. But mid-way through the processing, he realizes that it doesn't matter.

And he tells you so.

"I mean, I'm glad that she's not married," he adds. "That actually makes me feel better about that whole, like, chapter, I guess." But then he finds your eyes, his hands starting to massage your calf rather than just run up and down your silky skin. "But her story isn't your story. It's not our story. And I could've gone my whole life not knowing the truth and not cared. As long as it's you and me. Here. Now. That's all I care about."

You smile. It's unfathomable, the grace that some people have. The way that they don't clasp onto each piece of themselves as if they're about to lose them.

You straighten your right leg and snake it between your left leg and Taehyung's torso, your toes wiggling into his armpit and making him giggle.

"OK. Since it's you and me, here, now, and you're feeling on that leg, how about a massage for this leg, too?" you joke.

And, with the way Taehyung reaches for you, it doesn't seem like a sleepy kind of night anymore.

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PARAPHILIA - Part 3

Pairing: sub!Baekhyun x CEO!Reader

Genre: EstablishedRelationship!AU, slice of life, fluff (a tiny bit), smut

Tags: gentle dom/sub dynamics, sub!Baekhyun, apron, footjob, feet in mouth, praising, cum play

Raiting: +18 (you know me 🤪)

Word count: 3k

Summary: when you come back home from a very tiring day of work, your boyfriend Baekhyun knows exactly how to calm your nerves: with a foot massage.

A/N: This one has a different kind of dynamic since it’s gentle femdom. You see, the girl behing this blog is a switch so I hope you can enjoy this content too. Anyways don’t hesitate to comment or slide into my asks💖💖. - Cat 😽

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Paraphilia #3: Podophilia, sexual attraction to feet

W O R S H I P

You massage your temple in small circles as you try your hardest to concentrate on the road, driving your black Mercedes SUV. Today was a really rough day at work.

You were CEO of a startup company that designs programmes protecting video games and preventing hackers to illegally distribute the games. The company is ever growing as the hackers become more and more inventive.

Today you met with Kazuo 'Kaz' Hirai, CEO of the Playstation branch of the Sony Interactive Entertainment group. You had to negotiate a contract to be the company to protect every playstation exclusive game that was to be released in the next five years. Needless to say, a huge deal for you and your company.

"Aishh..." you scoffed as you recalled the cold expression of the japanese middle aged man. That old fart was really stubborn and strong headed. But so were you which made the negotiations rather difficult. After hours and hours of negotiating you finally came to an agreement interesting enough to the both of you, your firm but also Sony.

So yes it was a really rough day. And you were tired... and hungry. Very hungry you thought as you pulled over in the drive away of the modern residence.

Once in the entry you were instantly greeted by the smell of delicious food coming from the kitchen. You didn't even bother taking off your high heeled black pumps and simply directly walked to the dining room.

There you find the table neatly arranged for two. Your boyfriend Baekhyun comes in from the kitchen and instantly jumps when he sees you.

"You scared me! I didn't hear you coming!" he says holding his chest. You puff out a laugh.

He still has the oven mits on, he's wearing a casual pastel green shirt with comfy jeans, topped with a cute blue apron. He's just adorable.

"Sorry I'm so tired I just didn't feel like yelling "i'm home" when I came in"

"I knew it was going to be a tiring day for you so I made you dinner" he came over to you and took off the oven mits then your coat and purse which he placed on the coffee table. He pulled the chair for you.

"That's so gentlemanly of you thank you" you said as you were getting seated. He bowed his head returning your smile before disappearing into the kitchen.

Soon he came back holding the food. Your eyes lit up at the delicious sight and you sat up on your chair. Baekhyun served you and himself then sat just right in front of you.

"Thank you for the food" you said as you leaned in and extended your arm to gently squeeze his hand over the table. He lightly blushes.

"You're welcome" he said before looking down on his chest. "Oops I forgot to take the apron off." he stood up again but you stopped him.

"No keep it on... I think it suits you! It's cute" you smiled at him, he smiled and sat back down.

You proceeded to eat, during the meal Baekhyun kept quiet about your work. He knew it was better to let you eat and enjoy a peaceful evening before actually starting to ask questions. Even though it killed him not to know and he just wanted to bombard you with a thousand questions.

"Aaah... I'm so full" you said rubbing your stomach. Baekhyun cutely smiled at you, his eyes forming crescents that complimented nicely his constellation moles.

"I'm glad you liked it"

"Of course I loved it you're the best cook ever" he was embarrassed at the compliment but flattered anyway.

"Thank you" he then marked a silence and hesitantly asked. "Hmmm... y/n... so how were the negotiations?" finally he asked the question that was burning his lips. You sighed. You would have liked it if he had waited until tomorrow to ask you but on the other hand you understood his curiosity. This contract was a turning point for the company.

"Well... it was... difficult" you said simply. Baekhyun stayed silent only waiting for more details. "Yes... basically I had to cut back on a lot of things I asked... I mean they were the bigger company at the table so I didn't have much negotiation power..." Baekhyun creased his eyebrows, worried. "But I still managed to secure a good deal. So, yes, next week we will officially sign the papers" you said finally. Baekhyun bursted in a loud celebration, which took you by surprise.

"Honey! that's great! you worked so hard for this!"

"Yeah" you said unconvinced... Honestly to you it somehow felt like a small defeat since you had to cut back on so many things but at the same time you had no other choice... "I think I'm just frustrated about how it actually went down, you know?" Baekhyun took your hand in his.

"Honey... the most important thing is that even if the deal isn't the absolute best it's still good for the company and if you do a good job in the course of the next 5 years they will want to work with you again and maybe other big companies will also want to... Next target Nintendo!" He said with a huge smile, gently rubbing your hand with his thumb.

That is something you always loved about Baekhyun. After dating for so long people complain about your significant other not being surprising anymore. When truly it's the best thing about having a relationship. The person staring back at you knows you like you two share the same heart. When your mind is full and you can't seem to put your thoughts into words… you don't have to because they know you. Baekhyun knows you. 

He cheers you on when you're down. Sees the positive when you are tired of restlessly hoping. He's your light. He lights up your path everywhere you go.

He was adorable, staring back at you with dark brown eyes and the cute blue apron. So so cute... that unholy ideas started to form inside your dirty mind.

"You're right" you said looking back at him. Under the table you extended your leg and started to rub your foot on his pants. Baekhyun instantly stiffened, his smile dropped. "If only there was a way that I could relax..." you smirked at him with suggestive eyes.

"M-maybe a f-foot massage?" Baekhyun asked hesitantly, he was such a cutie stuttering like this. It made your heart melt.

"Why not?" you said shrugging, acting casual.

Baekhyun took a step in your direction but you stopped him.

"No!" he stopped in his tracks. Looked him up and down, licking your lips, anticipating what was to come. "Crawl to me" you said, smirking again. Baekhyun's warm smile was nowhere to be seen. Instead, it was replaced by that soft submissive expression that you loved so much.

Without a word he got on all fours and slowly approached you, not breaking the eye contact you had. His face was slightly blushed, mixed with embarrassment and anticipation.

Once he reached you, you gently cupped his cheeks.

"Good boy" you praised him. Then you pushed back your chair and rotated on your butt to face him. You crossed your leg and presented him the foot that was hanging in the air. "Now do your thing"

Baekhyun looked up at you then he placed one hand over the heel of your shoe to support your leg the other hand behind your calf. He laid a soft kiss on your ankle and trailed his way down to stop where the shoe went over your toes. He looked up at you for further instructions.

"Lick it" you said. He didn't hesitate to stick his tongue out and lightly flick it against the shiny leather. A satisfied smile spread on your lips. He kissed the shoe again and you felt him lightly pull on the heel to take it off. You quickly lifted his chin with the pointy tip of the shoe.

"No.. Not yet" he whimpered cutely. He's so impatient. "Stand" you command. He does as he's told. "Now strip but keep the apron" he nods

He slips his hands underneath the blue apron and starts to unbutton his shirt. He then takes off one sleeve then the other one. He drops the pastel shirt to the ground. His toned arms move to mesmerize you. You bite on your bottom lip as he continues the show.

He moves on to unbuckle his belt and peels the denim off his skin. Finally he removes his boxers which he throws to the side.

He's left completely naked apart from the apron, which is tightly hugging him. The thin fabric is letting little to the imagination. You can clearly see his broad shoulders and arms who rest at his side and Baekhyun's pretty pink nipples. You let your eyes go down where you can see your boyfriend's bulge pitching a slightly twitchy tent underneath. You lick your lips thinking he's already so excited for you.

"Kiss me" you said lifting your head up slightly. Baekhyun bent down and linked his lips with yours in a heated and passionate kiss. 

You untangled your fingers in his hairs, lightly pulling on it, which made him cutely whimper into your mouth. You took the opportunity to push your tongue inside his mouth and deepen the kiss, pulling harder on his hair. He let out cute muffled moans. Then finally you let go of him. He was panting, face flushed red and his hair was messy.

"Now you may remove my shoes" you uncrossed your legs and laid both your feet flat on the ground. Baekhyun hurriedly kneeled down and removed both your shoes, setting them neatly on the side. Your feet made contact with the cold tiles of the dining room. But you didn't mind at all.

"Now lick them" you commanded. Baekhyun was ready to lift your feet to his mouth but you stopped him. "No get down there and lick them from the ground" you said sternly.

Baekhyun placed both his palms on the floor and bent his arms until his cheek touched the tiles. His ass was up in the air when he started to lick your toes. The tickling sensation sent goosebumps on your body and you sighed in satisfaction, fully enjoying the power you held over him.

You then slowly lifted your foot to give him access to your soles. He never broke contact with your foot and his face followed as you lifted it, bringing him back in his initial kneeling position. When he could finally lick your sole he didn't wait for a second. He licked your foot from the heel up to the toes. Your soles were his favourite part and you knew it. You smirked when you saw him indulge himself in the moment.

"Suck my toes" you commanded again. He nodded vigorously, tightly grabbing your foot and as he opened his mouth to bring your big toe inside it. He looked back at you and a soft moan escaped your lips feeling his wet mouth around your foot. "Such a good boy" you moaned softly, your breathing getting ever so slightly quicker.

"Enough!" You say before abruptly taking back your foot. You push him on his chest which causes him to fall back on his butt and his palms flat on the tiles. In this position the tent he's pitching is very visible. And you can't wait to finally see it.

You bring your toes underneath the apron around his crotch area and with a flick of the ankle you push back the fabric over the belt.

Finally you lay eyes on his twitching and aching cock. Precum is already seeping from the slit and you can't help but to smile from ear to ear when you finally uncover it.

"Look at this... Aren't we excited?" you asked, bringing your toes to his balls. Baekhyun stiffens.

"Y-yes" he whispers, unable to take off his eyes from your feet. You lightly lift your foot to the base of his shaft and he buckles up his hips, impatient.

"No no... you have to be good, okay? Are you gonna be a good boy for me?" you coo.

"Yes!" he says excitedly, his eyes still on your foot, nearly popping out of their sockets.

"Good boy" you say before wrapping his cock with both feet and starting to pump his swollen dick. Immediately his eyes roll back as he bites his bottom lip. You pick up the pace and Baekhyun looks back at you. You normally don't go this hard right away but he's not complaining. He feels so good from the footjob.

Baekhyun's saliva really lubed up your feet and they glide easily on his precum oozing dick. You continue to harshly jerk his cock with your feet.

"Fuck... Honey... This is... Aaah... so gooddd!!" he says moaning shamelessly in between each word. He sounds so needy and whiny and most of all he looks absolutely delighted with his eyebrows deeply furrowed and his mouth hanging open.

You felt him twitch around your toes and withdraw them immediately before he can spill his juice. Baekhyun let out a disappointed whimper as the pleasure fades away. You can't help but to smirk when you see him squirm.

"Get up" you command him.

You stand up from the chair and flip the table cloth over the dirty dishes, making way for you to sit.

You take your time, taking every single piece of clothing off you, striping sensually for your boyfrined who thickly swallows as you're removing the last piece of fabric.

You set your bottom on the dark wood of the dining table and lean back over on your elbow, your knees together bent back on your chest. Baekhyun stands in front of you, his dark red cock seeping precum and twitching.

You then part your knees slowly, uncovering your glistening pink folds absolutely drenched in your juices. You're feeling incredibly aroused. Baekhyun is in awe in front of such a view. No matter how many times he's seen you, every time he still is breathless.

"Come here baby" you say as you gesture to him to come close. "Now fuck me baby" you murmur in a sultry tone.

Baekhyun can't believe his ears. Rare are the occasions when you let him fuck you. Most of the time you are on top and in control. But today he's been such a good boy you exceptionally let him be on top.

He doesn't take one more second to align himself with your lonely and aching center. Slowly he pushes himself inside you. The slip is easy as your juices coat even your inner thighs. You gasp delightfully at the sensation of him gently stretching you open.

"Fuck... Y/n...Aaaah" Baekhyun lets out a high pitched moan that wakes up the butterflies in your stomach. You love to hear his struggling moans.

"Fuck me faster" you command your boyfriend who has his eyes tight shut, trying his hardest not to bust right away.

He takes a bruising grip on your fleshy thighs and gradually he picks up the pace, waves of heat and pleasure wash over your entire body as you shamelessly moan while Baekhyun makes your breasts jump with each thrust.

"Tell me how good this feels baby" you tell him, craving more of his high pitched and needy voice. Baekhyun whimpers before answering.

"Aaah... Your pussy feels so good" he says before letting go of one of your thighs to bring your foot to his face. He buried his nose in your sole. "Fuck... aaaah... Honey" he sounds pleading, so submissive despite the fact that he's the one over you roughly pounding into you.

He gasps when he feels your walls tightening around him. He takes one of your toes in his mouth. He makes you feel so good, the way he doesn't restrain his thrusts has you gasping each time his tip kisses your cervix. Your moans and his mix in a beautiful symphony that resonates in the empty dining room.

"Baekhyun don't stop I'm gonna cum" You moan as you extend your hand to bring a little attention to your clit. With two fingers your circle your swollen and needy bud. The pleasure rises again and beads of sweat roll in between your bouncing tits.

"Fuckk... I'm cumming too" he says in one breathy moan, your toes hanging on his lips.

"Aaaah yes baby" you moan finally letting go of the knot in your stomach. Your pussy tightly clenching around Baekhyun's cock, milking it to the last drop of cum.

Baekhyun then pulls out to spread the last streams of cum on your feet, which you bring in front of his pulsing cock and point out. You feel the hot liquid coat your toes and your ankles as Baekhyun cusses and moans loudly.

He then staggers to one of the chairs and crashes on it. His cock still pulsing in his fist, chest heaving and glistening with sweat.

You look at him straight in the eyes when you bring your feet to your mouth and lick them clean. The bitter and sweet taste of Baekhyun's cum fills your mouth. You close your eyes fully enjoying it, moaning against your toes on your lips. Baekhyun looks at you being this naughty with an evil glint in the eye.

"Baby you taste so good" you whisper. Baekhyun smiles, still panting and exhausted.

"Does that mean I'll get to be on top more often?" he asks.

"Hmmm..." you bring your finger to scratch your chin, fainting to think deeply.

"No" you say with a smile. You're already off in the staircase laughing when Baekhyun grumbles and pouts cutely protesting.

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It happens very quickly, with Akkashi diving sideways for a ball that was hit past the antenna.

He realizes mid-step that he’s about to land badly. But his body has too much momentum, and his flailing does nothing to stop his botched landing.

He hears himself cry out as his foot hits the court awkwardly, ankle folding under his weight and pain shooting through his body. 

He crumples to the floor.

No less than five worried voices call out his name. He feels Konoha’s gentle hands on his back. His eyes flutter open after having squeezed shut. Faces are surrounding him—Komi, Yukie, their coach—though they’re all a bit blurry. Are their tears in his eyes?

“Akaashi!” He hears the unmistakable sound of Bokuto thundering over, his heavy footfalls coming to a stop next to Akaashi. The older boy pushes Konoha away, who yells “Dude!” before relinquishing his spot. 

“Akaashi! Oh no! Are you okay! Oh my gosh, please be okay! Don’t die!”

Despite the pain he’s in, Akaashi chuckles. “I-I’m not dying, Bokuto-san,” he says evenly, allowing his friend to move him into a more comfortable seated position. Bokuto’s arm comes around his shoulders, his other hand gripping Akaashi’s forearm. 

“Akaashi-kun, is it your ankle?” Coach Yamiji asks. Akaashi nods, biting his lip, and the coach sighs. “All right. Let’s get you to the nurse. She should still be on campus.” He turns to the team. “I need two volunteers to help…”

“I’ll do it!” Bokuto cries, a bit too loud. “I’ll take care of Akaashi!” Before anyone can respond or react in any way, Bokuto is pulling Akaashi up into his arms in what can only be described as a bridal carry.

Akaashi doesn’t even have time to be surprised. It had taken about three seconds for Bokuto to lift him. He didn’t seem to struggle one bit—and Akaashi is an almost six feet tall athlete with plenty of muscle on his bones. 

“Bokuto, be careful!” Konoha shouts, but Akaashi can barely here him for the rushing in his ears. He is acutely aware of Bokuto’s body, so much so that the pain in his ankle is almost an afterthought. His side is pressed up against solid muscle. Thick fingers dig into the back of his thighs.

He scrambles to hold onto Bokuto’s neck as the boy hurries off the court and down the hallway. They pass a few other people, but they’re just blurs in Akaashi’s periphery. 

Finally they make it to the nurse’s office, which is open with the lights on, but the nurse is nowhere to be found. Bokuto grumbles. “She must be on a break or something.” He carefully puts Akaashi down on the exam table, maneuvering him to prop up his ankle. “Don’t worry, Akaashi! You’re going to be okay!”

Akaashi huffs. “Of course I am. It’s just a twisted ankle.” He smiles weakly. “You don’t have to worry about me, Bokuto-san.”

He watches as Bokuto’s brow furrows deep, eyes flashing with frustration as he moves closer. “I always worry about you,” he mutters, lip jutting out, and Akaashi feels his heart stutter.

“Here, let’s get your shoes off first.” Bokuto reaches down to untie Akaashi’s laces. Akaashi is only half-surprised at how incredibly attentive Bokuto is being. People don’t realize just how gentle the boy actually is, used to his loud and overwhelming presence. 

Akaashi loves both sides of Bokuto Koutarou, and everything in between.

Once his shoes are off, Bokuto slips off Akaashi’s sock. He winces. “Oh, Akaashi…” The ankle is about two sizes larger than normal, swollen and raging red. Bokuto whimpers, balling his fists. “That looks really bad!”

Akaashi nods, shifting slightly in place. “Yes.” He sighs. “I might be off my feet for a while.”

Bokuto grabs a chair—the nurse’s chair, in fact—and plops himself down. “That’s gonna suck. I’m going to miss you… uh, your sets.” He reaches out, again, gently, and touches Akaashi’s calf. Akaashi shivers at the contact. He closes his eyes.

Bokuto’s hand begins to move. 

Akaashi blinks, looking down again to find his friend rubbing back and forth on his calf, down to right above his ankle, then back up. His calloused hands are rough yet warm. He looks concentrated. “B-Bokuto-san…”

The older boy bites his lip and glances up through his lashes—gosh, that look was so unfair—as he continues his ministrations. “Yeah, Akaashi? Does this feel good?” His voice is incredibly low, and it sends a thrill through Akaashi’s entire being. 

Akaashi nods. “Yeah,” he breathes. He gulps as he feels Bokuto’s thumb reaching around to more securely hold his leg. The light rubbing is turning into a massage, and Akaashi isn’t sure if he can handle it.

Oh gods, Akaashi thinks to himself, please don’t get turned on…

“What’s going on here?”

They both startle and turn to find the nurse in the doorway, a cup of coffee in one hand. She looks worried.

“Oh!” Bokuto exclaims, jumping up and waving. “Akaashi hurt his ankle during practice! Please help him!”

For the next few minutes the nurse asks Akaashi questions and examines the sprain. Bokuto hovers, piping in at random times. The nurse runs into him twice. “That’s it. Bokuto-kun, I must ask you to wait outside. Or go back to practice.”

Bokuto shakes his head. “I have to be here for Akaashi!” He’s pouting, and Akaashi can’t help but smile. But the nurse insists.

“I’ll call his family. They can come pick him up.”

Eventually Bokuto concedes, but not before rushing forward to pull Akaashi into a hug. Akaashi can barely breathe, his face pushed into his friend’s shoulder, but he returns the gesture. “Don’t worry, Bokuto-san. I’ll be okay.”

Bokuto nods, his hair tickling Akaashi’s neck. “Okay.” He squeezes him one last time before bounding off, promising to report everything to the team. Akaashi waves.

“That’s a good friend you’ve got there, Akaashi-kun.” The nurse smiles, and Akaashi feels his own lips twitching upwards.

“Yes. He is.”

// 

I just felt like writing this. I hope you enjoyed! Please help me out with a reblog if you did! ;)

#bokuaka #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #fukurodani #ficlet #my writing #fanfiction #haikyuu!! #haikyuu

[mianavs]

meeting an assassin

Illumi x f!reader x Hisoka (ish)

part 3 of Cathexis

a/n: and it’s all coming together~ still very much an Illumi x reader but Hisoka will play an important role moving forward

wc: 3k

The purpose behind meeting Hisoka took over your mind as the elevator descended the many floors of Heaven’s Arena and, by the time the bell rang indicating your arrival, all your apprehension had been replaced with determination.

Cathexis

“Wait for me!”

A hand swung out and stopped the elevator doors just in time for you to slip in. You thanked the person before leaning against the opposite wall looking down at your appearance. After mulling over what to wear, you went with the only dress you owned; a black dress that your mother had gifted to you for family reunions.

“Hah...”

You hated to admit it but you were nervous for your meeting with Hisoka—your dress and heels a clear indicator. You weren’t sure how it would go but you prepared for the worst by looking your best; you even threw on some makeup for good measure. The purpose behind meeting Hisoka took over your mind as the elevator descended the many floors of Heaven’s Arena and, by the time the bell rang indicating your arrival, all your apprehension had been replaced with determination.

Stepping out of the elevator and into the noisy lobby, you searched the crowd for the familiar mop of pink hair when you sensed an unnerving presence near you. Swinging around, you caught the person’s arm in a tight grip only to realize it was your date for the night genuinely surprised by your aggressiveness.

“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Morow,” you apologized dropping his arm and taking a step back. “I didn’t mean that.”

Hisoka’s lips quirked into a smile that didn’t match his eyes and massaged his arm for effect. “A bit tense aren’t we, Y/N?”

Had Hisoka been the one that triggered your response? Or could it be?

No. He hadn’t been keeping tags on you and he was supposed to be on a mission

“Sorry, I have a hard time lowering my guard.”

You took the arm Hisoka offered you and the two of you exited the lobby into the bustling street. You took the moment to casually admire his appearance. He wore a burgundy suit paired with a lavender button down that might have looked ridiculous on any other man but fit him like a glove.

“You look lovely tonight, Y/N.”

You smiled at Hisoka as you made your way down the street to the nearby restaurant Hisoka had made a reservation at. “Thank you, I must admit you clean up well yourself.”

“Taking out a special girl like you requires at least this much.” You didn’t dwell on his words too much knowing better than to fall for a man’s flattery. You merely widened your eyes and looked away feigning naiveté. You felt his eyes on you and could almost see the smirk that adorned his face.

The restaurant, sure enough, was upscale and was full of well-dressed people that were no doubt influential as well. You were used to dining in such establishments to find jobs but being here for a completely different purpose stripped you of your usual relaxed and indifferent demeanor. Instead, you pieced together a cheerful naïve façade that you hoped would convince your date.

“I apologize if I’m a bit boring, Mr. Morow, but I’m not used to dining with people I’ve just met.”

“Hisoka. Call me Hisoka, Y/N.” You plastered on a shy smile and widened your eyes purposefully before quietly trying his name on your tongue. “Very well…Hisoka.”

Your drinks arrived shortly after that and the two of you gave your orders to the waiter who penned them down and walked away leaving you alone once again. Taking a sip of your red wine for courage, you debated in which way to steer the conversation in your favor but Hisoka spoke first.

“Are you an assassin?”

You laughed. Not because you found his comment amusing but because you needed to mask your shock. Your gaping mouth and your trembling shoulders that had been your gut reaction were beyond your control in that moment but you hoped that the breathy laugh masked them sufficiently.

Had he figured you out?

“Oh no, I could never be an assassin,” you admitted lightheartedly. “I’ve actually been a pro hunter for six years now. A jackpot hunter to be exact.” You didn’t fail to notice the gleam in Hisoka’s eyes when you uttered the word hunter.

“Mmm a pro-hunter…you must have gotten licensed at a young age. You don’t look a day over twenty.”

“How did you know? I just turned nineteen a couple weeks ago.” You took another sip of wine to mask the grimace on your face. The conversation was far too focused on you for your liking but keeping the magician talking was the only way you would wear him down and turn the tides on him.

“A hunter at thirteen? No wonder you’re so strong.” You indulged him further with the backstory of your family of hunters and your desire to make as much money as possible to help your parents.

“And that’s why I’m here at Heaven’s Arena,” you stated. “I may be in between jobs but I still need to make money.”

“Yes, Heaven’s Arena is perfect for that and what better way to make money than to have fun doing it.” He was surprisingly genuine as he spoke and you pressed the subject further hoping it would lead to the topic you wanted.

“What are you doing at here?” You asked innocently but clutched your skirt underneath the table in anticipation.

“The same as you,” he replied measuring his words. “Making money on the side while doing what I like the most.”

“And that is?” You asked despite already knowing the answer from investigating him beforehand. Hisoka’s mouth contorted into an unsettling smile that created a heavy pit in your stomach.

“Fighting the strongest people I encounter.” His lilting voice went down an octave as he eyed you with lascivious intent. Your mind and body’s opposing reactions to his aroused state terrified you. While your mind assured you of the danger Hisoka represented, a strange warm wave washed away the discomforting pit in your stomach and your traitorous body wanted more.

“I can’t say I disagree,” you responded while ignoring your inner turmoil. “There’s nothing more exciting than being challenged. I guess that’s why I enjoy being a hunter; I get to meet all sorts of strong people while also making money.”

With your food arriving, the conversation was placed on hold and the two of you began to eat.

“Say Hisoka,” You broke the silence after swallowing a mouthful of baked fish. “Are you an assassin?”

Hisoka looked surprised for the second time that night before smiling slightly and shaking his head no. You had assumed he was one from the get-go since you couldn’t find anything about his profession but hearing him deny it only increased your curiosity on how he had gotten acquainted with Illumi.

“Oh, well I figured since you brought up assassins,” you admitted. “Also, from what I’ve seen you’re a strong and skilled nen user.”

“I couldn’t be one either. I dislike being tied down to any organization and, from what I’ve heard, the jobs are far too easy and dull.”

“Are you well-acquainted with assassins?” The question that had been dancing on your tongue finally escaped and you had to pinch your thigh to lessen your restlessness with the dull sting.

“Only one and that’s the other reason I’m here,” Hisoka informed you and his eyes narrowed with amusement. “To meet my assassin acquaintance.”

You froze even before Hisoka’s words registered because you felt that familiar itch that made your skin crawl only this time you were certain. Illumi was already in the restaurant and was making his way towards your table.

“Ah~ I hope you don’t mind but I told him where I was and he just arrived.” Hisoka said it like an afterthought as he waved to the man behind you while you forgot how to breathe altogether.

While you knew you would have to face Illumi one day, you were so sure it would be on your terms and yet here you were on an appointment with your bait while the fish approached you like nothing until he stood directly behind you. You suffocated from the tension that radiated off Illumi as he stared holes into your back. Hisoka stood up to greet Illumi and you, in an attempt to act normally, stood up as well but did so too fast that you lost your footing and found yourself tumbling forward only to be caught by a pair of strong pale arms.

You drowned in Illumi’s pools of black as he held you in his arms. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he took in the woman he had been following for years. Judging by his reaction, you could tell he hadn’t expected running into you which meant he had just finished his job and hadn’t tracked you yet.

The sound of Hisoka clearing his throat snapped the daze Illumi and you were in and he gently helped you to your feet. You steadied yourself with Illumi’s arm before settling into your seat and plastering a look on your face that you hoped came across as sheepish instead of terrified.

“I guess it’s been too long since I last wore heels,” you chuckled before facing Illumi who took a seat next to Hisoka. “Thank you for your help.” You dug the heel of your shoe into your calf to snap out of your shocked state with the pain.

Illumi merely regarded you with an unreadable expression before calling over your waiter and ordering his meal. Turning your attention to the magician next to him, Hisoka seemed to be enjoying the interaction between you and his friend. He smirked at Illumi before taking a sip of wine and meeting your scrutinizing gaze.

“You should have told me we would be having company.”

“Yes, you should have,” Illumi interjected turning to face his acquaintance. Hisoka, seeing the two gang up on him, threw his hands up in defeat. “What can I say, I forgot you were arriving today. I was completely distracted by Miss L/N’s beauty and strength.”

You remained silent observing Illumi whose face was emotionless but his jaw was tensed in a way that could only be interpreted to be due to agitation. It seemed that Illumi wasn’t fond of Hisoka’s attentions towards you and it only fueled your desire to agitate him even more.

“You flatter me, Hisoka,” you replied with a little laugh before engaging Illumi. “Is he always so friendly, Mr.…oh, I’m sorry but I don’t believe I caught your name.”

“Illumi Zoldyck,” was his expressionless reply and you hid your surprise at Illumi using his full name despite you supposedly being a complete stranger. You took the confidence in which he confided his name as proof that he had no idea what you knew.

“F/N L/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Zoldyck.” You held his gaze for a thrilling moment before continuing the conversation. “Hisoka mentioned you worked as an assassin?”

Illumi gave Hisoka a pointed look before turning his attention to the woman before him. “Yes alongside my whole family.”

“I may not be an assassin but I know what it’s like to be in the same field as your family. You see, my family has a long-standing tradition of being hunters.”

“Yes, I’ve heard of your family.” Illumi admitted startling you enough to choke on your wine. The two men regarded you curiously as you fought against the dread that ripped through your entire person and left you grasping at straws to recover your composure. “Y-you know my family?”

Illumi’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second before narrowing. “No, I only said I’ve heard of the L/N family of hunters.”

The blood drained from your face as Illumi studied you. You had misspoken and he was suspicious.

“Oh,” You replied playing it off and laughed hoping it didn’t sound too forced. “I’m afraid I can’t say the same of your family.”

“How interesting,” Hisoka chimed in. “Someone who’s never heard of the Zoldycks.”

“I’m just heeding my parent’s advice,” you informed the magician, saying too much in your nervous state.

“And that would be?” Illumi asked, the rare curiosity evident in his tone.

“To avoid getting involved with assassins.” You spoke honestly, remembering the warnings your parents gave you after every family reunion before parting ways. You wondered if they spoke from experience or if it was just something all parents did—tell their children to avoid dangerous people. Noticing the odd looks your company was shooting in your direction, you chuckled and donned your mask now that you felt more at ease.

“Although, I suppose it’s silly advice given the line of work I’m in,” you mused shaking your head before speaking again with a newfound boldness. “Our paths surely would have crossed eventually if they haven’t already before, right, Mr. Zoldyck?”

“…I suppose so, Miss L/N.”

Illumi eventually replied after a pause that was longer than normal. You zeroed in on the faint change in his demeanor. The slight tensing of his bare arm, his set jaw, and the twitching corners of his mouth. You couldn’t help the smirk that creeped onto your face as you took another bite of food. Satisfied, you turned your attention to Hisoka, who was quieter than you preferred, and complimented his choice of restaurant. The conversation then shifted to something more light-hearted between you and Hisoka while Illumi said very little if anything at all.

As the evening came to an end, the two men escorted you back to your floor. The energy in the long elevator ride shifted suddenly as a menacing aura attacked your senses. You were on edge instantly and glanced in the direction it came from only to find Hisoka’s bloodlust seeping out of him and directed at you. The sheer power of his murderous energy had you breaking out in cold sweat and you ripped your eyes away from him and focused on the increasing numbers that glowed on the black panel in front of you. An onslaught of negative thoughts took over as Hisoka’s bloodlust enveloped your body and tightened around your throat.

Would Hisoka attack you here?

Would Illumi join him? Had they fooled you into some sort of trap?

While you might have been able to escape Hisoka, you were no match for the two of them and things would surely end badly for you. As your mind raced for a possible solution to the worst-case scenario you were concocting, a firm voice broke through your thoughts and Hisoka’s threat.

“Hisoka.”

Illumi’s reprimanding voice echoed off the walls and cleansed you of the magician’s murderous intent until it reverted back to its owner who seemed more than pleased with himself. You relaxed your shoulders and shakily let out the breath you’d been holding. Before you could worry about the weakened state you’d shown, the elevator bell rang and the doors opened to reveal the floor of your suite.

After stepping out of the elevator, you turned to the duo eager to bid them farewell and put an end to the eventful evening. “Thanks for escorting me but I can see myself from here. Good—"

“Let’s keep in touch, Y/N.” Hisoka interrupted and held out his mobile phone to you.

Illumi’s head whipped towards Hisoka and the vexation on his face would be evident to any bystander let alone his only friend and the woman that had been investigating him for years. Seeing Illumi upset stoked the flames of your desire to get under his skin and you took Hisoka’s offer. While your eyes may have been focused on the screen of Hisoka’s phone, you felt Illumi’s anger rolling off him in malevolent waves and heard the pleased hums coming from Hisoka that only served to increase the former’s fury.

Handing Hisoka his phone back, you deftly avoided his reach that, most likely, intended to plant another not-so chaste kiss on the back of your hand and walked away without another glance back at the murderous magician and apathetic assassin.

Illumi and Hisoka sat at a lonely bar across the street from Heaven’s Arena whilst sipping on expensive liquor. After bottoming his drink, Hisoka decided to amuse himself by riling up his friend once more that night. Hisoka had been mildly aware of Illumi’s prey but he hadn’t expected to run into you nor had he expected you to be so — interesting.

“So, Y/N is the pet you check on constantly?”

“Was it a coincidence?” Illumi replied with another question. “You meeting her here.”

“It was.” Hisoka replied with a small sigh. “I guess this is what they mean by a fated encounter.”

Illumi tensed at the inclination of Hisoka’s words. He would have to put an end to it before Hisoka could sink his fangs further into what didn’t belong to him.

“Her fate is mine. I suggest you abandon any thought of claiming her.” Illumi’s monotonous voice was tense as he took a sip of his bourbon while Hisoka basked in the assassin’s out of character behavior. He had found an accessible weakness to the stoic assassin and Hisoka had no intention of letting it go.

“Oh…how?” Hisoka asked mirthfully. Illumi set his glass down and turned to face his acquaintance.

“She is my betrothed. Our families arranged it when she was an infant although it seems that she isn’t aware.”

Hisoka absorbed the information Illumi told him regarding the arrangement between their families. How the L/N’s had been indebted to the Zoldycks for a job that had been too expensive to pay at once. The Zoldycks decided to take their daughter as repayment. Hisoka found the whole affair fascinating but what piqued his interest was the fact that you didn’t know anything about the betrothal or the Zoldycks for that matter. Hisoka found himself wanting to know why the L/N’s hadn’t told their daughter she’d been sold to the Zoldycks and even further, wanted to know how you would react to the revelation. He could already imagine the fury, confusion, and dejection on your pretty face and the aura of your nen increasing from the rage. The vision served to arouse him and he couldn’t help but hum in pleasure.

“I won’t tell you to stay away from her because I know you won’t, but it would be in your best interest not to tell her of the engagement. She isn’t ready for it.” Illumi was firm and Hisoka knew better than to outright challenge him, but the wonderful reaction he would get from you captured his mind and convinced him. He would tell you and he would tell you soon.

#hxh #illumi #illumi zoldyck #hisoka #hisoka morow #illumi x reader #hisoka x reader #hxh x reader #hxh fanfic #illumi x you #hisoka x you #illumi fanfic #slow burn #ongoing fic #navs.hxh #navs.cathexis

[haileygarciasunshine]

Mudblood

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 1,700

Warning: One swear I think

Summary: The reader is one of the brightest witches of her age, however some of the Hogwarts students don’t let her forget about her muggle status. 

Fluff!

Draco Malfoy Masterlist

Sitting in one of the most secluded areas of Hogwarts, had its’ perks. There was barely anyone, who knew of the area, including most teachers. Thankfully, that reduced the foot traffic, along with the normal student traffic. Whenever, you were having a bad day, or were down, or whatever, you often found yourself seated, on the window ledge, that you were currently sitting on.

Hagrid was the only one who knew where to find you, when you were having bad days. He knew only to disturb you if it was an emergency. Not even your friends knew.

Leaning back against, the wall you let your head gently fall against it. It had been a particularity rough day for you. Someone from Slytherin had called you a Mudblood. It’s not something that you were unfamiliar with, but for some reason today it hurt you more than most days.

You and Hermione were often called “The Brightest Witches of Her Age." It made you feel good, that people, recognized the hard work that you had put in to becoming a witch. Both of you often had to deal with people calling you Mudbloods. Whenever that happened, you both would let it roll off your backs, and continue on. However, today was different.

Tears began, blurring your vision. The overwhelming feeling of defeat washed over you, before plaguing thoughts of not being good enough swirled around in your mind.

The sound of footsteps, pulled you out of thoughts.

“Go away, Ron.” You whimpered, catching some of the rogue tears, that had begun sliding down your face. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Guess again.” A familiar voice replied. 

Letting out a defeated sigh, you shook your head. “Please, if you’re here to call me a mudblood...” Your voice broke off. “Someone already beat you to it.” Your voice was barely above a whisper by now. Daring to glance at the person, you were surprised to see the voice belonged to Draco.

“Who called you that?” His voice was filled with concern, as his features began being etched with the same expression.

Scoffing you shook your head. “It doesn’t matter.” 

Your shoulders returned to their previous defeated position.

“It does actually.” He spoke, as his voice was carrying a different tune. “It does, when one of the best witches in Hogwarts is feeling down.”

Turning your head, you continued to look out the window, hoping that he would leave you alone. Much to your surprise, he did the opposite. Lifting your legs, he slid onto the ledge so that he was directly across from you. You let out a surprise yelp at his actions, before he placed your legs in his lap.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You questioned, your tone of voice a bit harsher than you meant.

“Keeping you company of course.” He replied offering you a smile.

“I don’t want company.” You spat. “That’s why I’m here.”

He only hummed in response, before turning his head to look out the window.

Huffing, you crossed your arms before returning your gaze out of the window. 

As time went by, you both sat in silence, staring out of the window.

It was almost dinner time, before you spoke up.

“Why did you come here?” You asked softly, gazing at Draco’s features.

A light pink began dancing along his cheeks, at your question. Tilting your head slightly, you smirked.

“Your friends were looking for you.” He spoke, glancing down at your legs. “I...I’ve seen you come up here a few times.” He muttered, almost in embarrassment.

His words catching you by surprise. 

“You’ve....You’ve what?” You questioned in disbelief. “I...I didn’t think you noticed me.” Your eyes brows furrowed together in confusion, as you frowned.

Draco watched your face intently, after his confession. Scoffing he sook his head. “Why wouldn’t I notice you?”

“Why would you?” You replied without even a thought.

His hand gently wrapped around your ankle, causing you to take a sharp breath. The sudden contact, caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach. Draco began, to gently rub your ankle, before traveling up your leg. He moved your robe, to allow him access to your calf.

“I would be a fool not to.” He spoke in a hushed tone. His hand now gently massaging your calf. 

“Draco...” You began. “I’m not in your house, I’m not the typical girl you go after...” Your voice trailing off before continuing. “Hell, I’m not a pure-blood, or even a half-blood.” You stated, quickly dropping your gaze from his face, to your hands in your lap. “I’m nobodies type.”

“I...I should go.” You spoke, not wanting to make the conversation awkward. Standing up promptly, you quickly smoothed down your robes, before trudging down the hall. 

Draco’s firm hand wrapped around your wrist, preventing you from getting any further. Twirling you around, you collided with his chest. Taking a step back, you attempted to create space between the both of you. With each step you too backwards, Draco matched. 

“Y/N!” Fred and George exclaimed in unison. “There you are! We’ve been looking all over for you!” 

Turning toward their voices, you walked to the top of the staircase. 

“I-”

“Come on then.” Fred spoke. “We shouldn’t be late for dinner.” 

Nodding your head, you brought your gaze back in front of you, only to be met with an empty hallway.

Descending down the stairs, you were met with two of your best friends grinning faces. Linking your arms together, you walked to the great hall for dinner. Along the way, they never faltered to make you laugh. For the first time all day, you had a genuine smile, the type of smile that made your eyes crinkle, that emitted warmth. 

As you made your way to your table, you didn’t miss the blonde slytherin, that was watching your every move. Sending him a confused glance, Goyle sent him a harsh nudge to his ribs.

Before you had the chance to sit down, Neville pulled you in for a bone crushing hug. Bringing his lips to your ear, he spoke in a hushed tone. “I heard about what happened earlier.”

The memory, threatened to bring tears back to your eyes. 

“Mcgonagoll, gave him three weeks of detention.” He continued. “Don’t listen to him, you are one of the best witches. It shouldn’t matter what you were born.” 

Pulling away from you, his hands rested on your biceps. Giving them a light squeeze, his gaze was full of concern. Taking a seat next him, you dared to glance at Draco. He was invested in something Crabbe was telling their group. Frowning you shook your head. 

Ron nudging your shoulder, brought your attention back to your group of friends. Everyone, attempted to make you feel better by telling you jokes, and talking about their favorite muggle activities.

After dinner, you quickly made your way to your room, not wanting to be around anyone for any longer. Wrapping yourself in your blanket, you allowed the tears you had been holding in to slip out. Your mind began filling with thoughts.

‘Why would you ever think Draco would like you?’

‘You’re a Mudblood and he’s a Pure-Blood.’

‘You know his stance on Mudbloods.’

A sob wrenched through your body.

There was a knock on your door, pulling you out of your thoughts. Taking a few breaths, you gathered yourself.

“Go away, Ron.” You yelled. “I don’t want to see anyone.”

There wasn’t a response on the other side.

Thinking that the person had given up, you wrapped yourself in your blanket, pulling it over your head, with a sigh.

The creaking sound of the door shutting, filled the room. Furrowing your eyebrows together, you hadn’t payed close enough attention to hear it open in the first place. 

Before you could question, who had entered your room without permission, you could hear the sound of someone toeing off their shoes before your blanket was lifted up allowing the person to join you underneath.

Bringing your gaze up to the other person, you were surprised to see Draco’s grey eyes staring back at you.

You gazed at him with confusion, allowing a comfortable silence to envelope you. As time went by, the closer you both got to each other. It wasn’t long before Draco’s hand gripped your calf bringing it to rest on his hip, letting his hand linger longer than normal.

“Is...Is this okay?” He questioned, his eyes filled with fear.

Nodding your head.

In that moment, you realized just how close you were. Your chests were pressed against each other, you could feel his breath dancing along your lips. Noses brushing against each other. 

Once you realized the situation you were in, your eyes widened in shock, before you placed your hands against his chest pushing you both away from each other.

“What are you doing here, Draco?” You rushed out, sitting up.

Mirroring your actions, he gazed at you. “I...I thought you could use a friend.”

“Uh-huh.” You spoke not believing his statement. “How did you find my room?”

Draco dropped his eyes to his hands, he had found someone in Gryffindor asking for your room.

Shrugging he traced his fingers over his palms. 

Your shoulders dropped again in defeat. “Draco...Why are you here? In my bed?”

“I-” 

“Please...Don’t do this.” You spoke, gripping the blanket, bringing it tighter around your body. “Get out.”

“Y/N.” Draco spoke his voice filled with guilt. “It’s not what you think.”

“Really? What do I think?” You tilted your head slightly, as your eyebrow rose in question.

“I...” Frowning, Draco couldn’t seem to find the right words.

“You can’t just break into someone’s room and join them in bed and think they’ll be okay with it!” You ranted, furrowing your eyebrows together, as your hands gestured vaguely. “Draco we both know how you feel about-”

Grabbing the bottom of your shirt, he gently yanked you forward. His firm hands gripped your waist preventing you from falling. A gasp fell from your lips, as your hands found his biceps grabbing them for balance. 

Before anything else could happen, there was a knock on the door. 

“Y/N?” Hermiones voice called through the door. “Can I come in?”

#draco malfoy x reader #dracomalfoyxreader #dracomalfoyfluff #draco malfoy fluff #harrypotter #harry potter #draco malfoy imagine #dracomalfoyimagine #imagine #imagines

[r0zyp0zy0zy]

✿T.I.- Travel Sick☼✶

Master list

Words: 1810

Warnings: soft smut <3

Pairing: Iida Tenya x FEM!Reader

Summary: Traveling makes you anxious, especially when you just want to get home and cuddle Tenya

I intended for this bundle to be a basket, but I’m happy with it nonetheless 

Your shoulders ached, and you were on the verge of tears. The trip you went to with y/f/n was amazing and relaxing/exciting, but the thing you hated most about vacations was the travelling. Airplanes- they could crash, explode, shake. The airports are overwhelming and confusing, not to mention the food is awful. Boats- they could sink, fall apart, rock until you puked. You could go on and on about anxiety inducing transportation methods.

Tenya wasn't going to be home for a few hours, he was busy doing a drug bust, so you had to catch a bus. Yuck. Too many people, too much noise. Sensory overload was creeping up on you. You were so tired, and you just needed to chill out and have a massage.

Tenya: how are you, darling? Are you close to the house?

Y/n: ugh. Yeah I'm close. When you get home don't be surprised if I'm pissy, my anxiety is through the roof

Tenya: I'll make sure all of that stress is gone when I get back ❤️

Y/n: <3

You suppressed a long sigh, and glanced at what the next stop would be. Fuck... thirty more minutes. All the seats were taken so you had to stand, which did not help your delirious state. You popped in your earbuds and tried to drown out the bus noises with your music.

When your stop finally came, you almost collapsed in relief. Five. More. Minutes. You told yourself as you opened your umbrella and stepped onto the sidewalk. It was pouring, reflecting your own mood. Your feet slapped against the wet pavement, soaking through your shoes, but you didn't really notice. All the stress of the day was weighing you down.

When you finally, finally, walked up to the gates of your home, you pressed in the combination of buttons that unlocked it, and strode to your front door. All of this kerfuffle could've been avoided if you had just accepted Tenya's offer to fly in his private jet...

You unlocked the several locks on your door before you slammed it open and threw down your bag in relief. You shut the door behind you and went straight to the bathroom, taking off your jacket, shirt, and bra on your way, not caring about the trail of clothes you left behind. You sank down to rest your cheek on the bathtub lip, and let the waterworks fall. Crying, you peeled off your soggy socks and threw them into the hamper, you repeated your actions to your pants and underwear, and reached out to pull the knob of the tub.

You tiredly watched the water flow, adding a little bit of bubble bath to the stream. You hauled yourself off the tile floor, and into the bubbly bath. The warm water slowly soaking away your anxiety. You took a shaky breath, and held your knees to your chest.

Tenya fumbled with his keys, having trouble putting them in the correct holes. He triumphantly opened the door, and placed down his briefcase beside him. He could hear the bath running, and his eyes trailed the path of clothes you left behind. He took a deep breath, and put a smile on his face.

"Y/n? My love?" Tenya knocked carefully on the bathroom doorframe, not wanting to scare you.

"Hey Tenny-Chan," you sighed quietly, glancing up at him.

"Let me help you, my dear," he offered, kneeling down and rolling up his dress sleeves. "Just relax."

You nodded quietly, a lump still in your throat from crying. You let Tenya pour warm water on your back, trailing over it again with a soapy loofah. The soft smell of the body wash cleansed your nose, relaxing you.

Tenya leaned your head back for you and poured water on your hair/scalp. He began to hum as he massaged your head with shampoo, a gentle smile on his lips as he watched you sink into calmness.

Once everything was washed off, Tenya helped you out of the tub, strong arms holding you bridal style against his chest, soaking through his shirt. He didn't seem to notice. He carefully laid you on the fluffy towel on your bed, and sat you up and gently rubbed away the excess water from your skin.

"Thank you, Ten," you mumbled, leaning into his shoulder, "I love you."

"I love you too, my dear y/n," Tenya whispered back, petting your hair/head.

He knew he shouldn't, but comforting you and making you feel better after a stressful day caused his pants to tighten. Sure, he loved when you did this to him when he needed it, but boy, did it sure feel good to give back. Tenya pulled you closer, enjoying the sweet embrace. He felt so incredibly guilty for getting hard, and planned to put you to bed as soon as possible. Then he could head back into the bathroom and relieve himself.

"Baby," you murmured into Tenya's neck, making his body tense. "I-I know that you're probably tired and all from your day, but..."

Tenya pulled back to look into your e/c eyes, encouraging you to continue your sentence.

"—but would you be able to... make me feel good," you ground into his thigh lightly, and played with the back of his hair.

"O-oh, yes," Tenya groaned, so terribly relieved at the fact he wasn't the only horny one. "Give me one moment, my love."

You watched Tenya grab another towel, and put it on top of your pillow, "ok, just lay your towel beneath you so we don't have to change the sheets."

You did as he said, and readjusted yourself until you were comfortable, "thank you, Tenya."

"Anything for you, dear," he purred as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his slightly bruised, but very fit, torso. Folding his shirt half-assed, he plopped it onto the floor and leaned forward to kiss you.

"You don't have to worry about anything tonight, y/n," Tenya reassured as he kissed down your chest, grazing his fingers along your silhouette. "I'm gonna make you forget all about your travel-filled day."

You hummed in response and softly placed your hand on his shoulder, gliding down his arm until it hit the soft towel underneath you. Tenya continued his way down your body, gently gripping your thighs to spread them apart. He left a lingering kiss on your ankle, trailing his lips down to your calf and up again. You watched Tenya's head lower down your thighs, and your breath hitched when he sloppily kissed the supple skin.

Tenya was treating you as if you were made of porcelain, being so careful so you wouldn't break under his touch. You squirmed in his grasp, trying to inch your heat closer to his face. Tenya blushed and chuckled, dipping his head so he could lick a stripe up your slit. He felt so lucky to have you; you were so perfect for him. He would never get used to the fact that he could turn you on like this.

"Tenya-Sempai~" you whimpered, egging him on with his favourite honorific, "please. That feels so good."

He was practically glowing pink from your words, getting even harder. No, this night was only for you, he thought. Don't be greedy. Tenya suckled on your clit, teasing your entrance with his long fingers, and groaned at your taste. He couldn't believe that he was yours.

"Oh~ yes, Tenya-! Feels.. so.. good~" you arched your back, and engulfed him with your thighs so only his mumbles could be heard, "want.. you-!"

"Hmm?" His head popped out from between your legs, spit and slick glazed on his chin, "what do you want, y/n-chan?"

"Want you- want you inside of me! Please..." you murmured, struggling against the pace of his fingers.

"Are you sure?" Tenya asked, slowing his movements. "This night is for you."

"Please, Sempai~" you begged, "your cock feels so good inside of me."

Tenya let out a noise in between a groan and a whimper, and his hands went right down to his belt. He fumbled with it, struggling to take it out of his belt loops. He took off his slacks after, and his boxers followed, "of course, lovely."

Tenya slipped on a condom, and laid overtop of you. He gave you a few lingering kisses before looking down and guiding his dick inside of your vagina. A gasp left his lips, always amazed at how warm and tight you were. You sighed in content, and loosely gripped his shoulders.

"So good, Ten," you breathed, leaning up to kiss his cheek. He grunted in reply, focusing on getting all of him inside of you.

"S'all for you, my dear," Tenya said softly, finally bottoming out. He reached beside you to your side table drawer, and took something small and pink out of it. "I'll put it on a low setting, yeah?"

You nodded, watching as he turned on the mini pulse simulator. Your back arched as he held it against your clit, letting out a moan. Tenya mirrored the noise, and began to slowly thrust.

"Mmmph," you groaned, too weak to thrust against him. He pulled back and gripped your waist with his free hand, quickening his pace.

"Just relax, y/n. Don't exert yourself," Tenya gasped out, admiring your dazed expression.

The pulse on you clit didn't let you focus, and you felt your stomach churn. Already, you were close to the edge of an organism. You whined and squirmed, trying to get more. Tenya seemed to know what you needed, and put the toy up another setting.

"Tenyaaaa~" you cried, hands wandering the sheets beside you. "So close. So good."

"I know, lovely," he groaned, biting his lip to keep from coming too early. Your face was so pretty and fucked out, just from him.

Your legs tensed and your toes curled, stomach bubbling with pleasure. You were chanting something, but you weren't quite sure what, just desperate for release.

"So good for me, y/n," Tenya's muffled voice surrounded you. "Come for me, darling. P-please. I'm so close t-too."

"Fuck Tenya!" You wailed, head thrown back into your pillow. "Yes! Yes! Yesss~"

Your pussy clenched magically around him, and he couldn't help the guttural moan that left his lips as he came soon after you. His cum filled the condom, and he pulled out once he was sure you were satisfied.

"Thank you Ten," you mumbled. "I really needed that."

"Of course, lovely," Tenya replied as he threw out the used condom. "I'll help you dress before I make you dinner."

You grinned dumbly at him, and puckered your lips for a kiss. He obliged, and left you with an even dumber smile as he picked out some comfy clothes for you to wear.

#iida tenya #iida tenya x reader #iida tenya smut #anime #bnha #mha

[raleighcarrera]

best of me

ride or die | logan x mc (ellie wheeler)

a picture of logan and ellie in their thirties for @rodappreciationweek and the time capsule challenge 🌼

tags: @choicesarehard ; @lovehugsandcandy ; @pixeljazzy ; @troublemakerinspace ; @zigtheeortega ; @jaxmatsuo

~2.3k words | T

“mr. wheeler!” 

logan looked around the parking lot, squinting into the sun. one of his students was running at him full speed, holding his cell phone aloft and waving it around excitedly. “what’s up, alex?”

alex drew to a stop in front of him breathlessly. “i got in,” he said, lips splitting into a big grin. “cal tech, i got in.”

“hey, that’s awesome!” logan said, reaching out to clap the student on the shoulder. “congrats, alex. that’s a huge accomplishment.”

“dude, thank you so much for your recommendation,” alex said, nodding enthusiastically. “you’re honestly the best teacher i’ve ever had.”

“give yourself some credit,” he smiled, “you worked hard, and cal tech is lucky to have you. just don’t forget to come back and visit, yeah?”

“for sure,” alex agreed. with one last grin, he was gone, and logan finished getting his things in the car so he could head home, the rest of the students and faculty in the parking lot of mar vista high well used to the roar his devore’s engine made by now, after three years of teaching.

ellie’s car was already in the driveway when he arrived back at the house, and logan frowned when he parked on the street and jogged up the walk to their front door. it was early for her to be home; usually his day ended well before hers. as he walked inside, he wondered absently if the fact that she’d had an early afternoon meant she’d started dinner, and if he was possibly lucky enough that she was making that noodle thing he liked so much.

“ellie?” his keys landed in the bowl by the door with a familiar clink, his shoes kicked off one by one on the mat. “babe?”

“in here!” the stressed-out voice of his wife filtered in from the spare room. as soon as logan took a step towards the hallway, there was a sudden and aggressive rapid tap-tap-tap on the hardwood floor, and their dog ran at him at full speed, jumping up onto his legs with an excited bark.

“hey, clark,” he said gently, bending down to scratch the dog behind his floppy ears, “everything okay in there?”

the pointed silence that followed seemed to speak for itself. he followed the hallway down to the spare bedroom and found ellie sitting on the floor, surrounded by ripped-open cardboard boxes and indistinguishable small plastic pieces.

before logan could ask what she was doing, she frowned up at him and said, “i’ve been trying to put this baby carrier together for three hours.”

he arched his eyebrows at her, looking over the small mess she’d created in the middle of the room. “you’ve been here for three hours?”

ellie pulled a face at him, her lips twisted into a grimace. “morning sickness that lasts all day again,” she explained, scrunching up her nose. “jack caught me coming out of the bathroom and sent me home after lunch.”

“oh, no,” logan said sympathetically, dropping down onto his knees on the one free space of carpet. “i was hoping that’d’ve gone away by now.”

“you and me both,” ellie sighed, puckering her lips at him for a quick kiss. “i guess it was too much to hope for a baby without a rebellious streak a mile wide.”

“i’m still holding out for your dimples,” he grinned, “and that laugh. as long as the baby gets both of those, they’ll be set for life.”

“the baby is five minutes away from sleeping on the floor. i’m about to trash all of this and go take a nap.” the downtrodden expression on ellie’s face tugged at his heart in a way her cute little sighs always seemed to manage to. logan was already smiling when she squinted up at him hopefully and asked, “will you help me try to put it together?”

as if there was ever a chance he’d say no. “’course,” logan answered, “two heads are better than one, right? although you are an engineer...”

“believe me, graco is going to be hearing from me,” ellie grumbled, rolling gingerly to the side to shuffle awkwardly out of the way of the pile of pieces she’d already started putting together. she was just a few months along but already starting to show and moving about differently for it, unaccustomed to her new shape. “there is no reason these instructions should be more complicated than my master’s thesis.”

logan laughed, leaning over to take a peek at the paper spread out between her legs. “hey, they’re not so bad.” he easily snapped two pieces into place, forming the base of the carrier. “there we go.”

“show off.” ellie rolled her eyes, pushing another piece his way with a disdainful sniff. “i’m still calling them to complain.”

“and you totally should,” he said easily, “because they suck and you’re brilliant.”

“exactly,” she agreed. without looking up he could tell that her eyes were narrowed, her lip curling further with every piece he added onto the carrier, the methodic click of each settling into place ringing out loudly in the silent room. finally, ellie groaned, “god, i hate you. i knew this would be so easy for you.”

“okay, but that’s what i’m here for,” he reminded her with another soft smile, reaching out with his free hand to squeeze her knee. ellie huffed when he continued to turn a plastic screw one-handed. “to handle all this shit for you so you can relax. i know you have the hardest job, here.”

“you are the most annoying person i’ve ever met.” ellie’s sigh sounded wistful. when logan lifted his gaze he found her staring at him adoringly, her eyes wet. “i love you.”

“i love you too, baby. any idea what you want for dinner?” he looked away to concentrate on lining two tiny pieces up, frowning when they wouldn’t stick quite right. “come here for a sec, yeah? need some tiny fingers.”

ellie shot him a look, but leaned over anyway, wiggling her hand in the tight space he indicated until the two pieces sealed together with a pop. “maybe i don’t need a refund on my degree after all.”

“they should’ve paid you to take it,” logan agreed indulgently, nudging his shoulder gently against hers. “dinner?” he prompted again.

his wife groaned theatrically, flopping back onto the carpet. her arms and legs spread out like she was making a snow angel, disturbing the bubble wrap and cardboard that littered the room. “i want sushi,” ellie said sadly, “and a wine spritzer.”

“what about apple cider?” he asked gently, eyes still on the baby carrier even as one hand felt blindly for her calf and dug its thumb into her muscle for a massage. “it’s almost the same thing.”

“it’s not even close,” she sighed. “but fine. thank you.”

“you got it. why don’t i finish up in here, and you see what we have in the kitchen? it’ll just be a few more minutes.”

“rub it in,” ellie muttered, rolling slowly to sit up. “okay. i feel like i should do something nice for you. maybe i can make that noodle thing you like.”

logan beamed at her, leaning in to steal a kiss. “that’s sweet of you, babe. thank you.”

ellie laughed, kissing him back before she asked, “why do i feel like this was all an elaborate set up to get me to make your favorite dinner?”

“because you’re a naturally suspicious person?” he guessed, lifting his hand to smooth her hair back off her face. “i don’t know.”

“i think it’s because you’re too charming for your own damn good.” but ellie was smiling when he pulled away, and that was all that mattered. it was the only goal he ever had. 

“no such thing,” logan smiled back, gently nudging her away. “i’m right behind you.”

“yeah, yeah,” she said, waving dismissively, “show off.”

he watched her walk away, staring until she disappeared around the corner, and then turned back to the mass of plastic and screws that was slowly starting to resemble an actual baby carrier. squinting down at the instructions, it was only a matter of minutes before he had the rest of it assembled, and then a few more while he backtracked, checking over his work to find where he’d missed the one remaining piece that had been left over.

he took the time to clean up in what was eventually going to be their nursery, eyes sweeping over the boxes and gifts that cluttered their spare room. there was a ways to go before they were anything even close to ready for the baby, and he knew ellie’s due date would be here in the blink of an eye.

would he ever really feel ready? it seemed insane, when he sat and thought about it -- he and ellie were going to be parents. more than home or dog owners or two people with jobs and bills, it seemed like a responsibility he felt no where near prepared for or equipped to deal with. sometimes he still felt like a stupid kid himself.

though he had absolutely no doubts about ellie. ellie took to every kid she met like a natural -- his students adored her, riya’s twins thought she was the greatest thing in the world and were still only lukewarm where he was concerned. the kids in the program they volunteered with couldn’t get enough of her.

she kept their house running and all their plants alive. she kept him so happy he was delirious with it, in a way that had felt utterly foreign at first but now seemed so common. 

enviously, he knew she’d be mother of the year without even having to try.

the rest of the room was tidied on autopilot as logan remained lost in his thoughts, and when he finally made his way into the kitchen it was, to his delight, to the tune of ellie in the middle of making his favorite dinner, the room smelling as amazing as the sight of her rushing around so domestically looked.

his heart gave a weak lurch as he stepped up behind her at the counter and wound his arms around her waist. his nose pressed into the dip at her shoulder with a sigh. “all done. next stop... crib.”

“don’t remind me,” ellie groaned, “my dad has been on my ass for weeks.”

logan winced. if there was one thing he knew about detective wheeler, it was that he was just as opinionated as his beautiful daughter. “maybe he could come with us to pick it out.”

“maybe he could mind his own business,” she suggested instead, stirring the boiling pot of pasta on the stove. “he acts like he knows everything there is to know about babies.”

“well,” logan said, nosing at the hair at the nape of her neck, “he did raise the most amazing person in the entire world. maybe we should give him some credit.”

“okay, kiss ass,” ellie laughed, “he can’t hear you. but fine. if you really want, we’ll all go next weekend.”

he shrugged. it was personally something he felt indifferent towards, but a few extra points with ellie’s dad never hurt. most of the time he was pretty certain detective wheeler still wanted him dead. “i think that’d be nice.”

“i bet you do,” she murmured, twisting around to hold the spoon she was holding out. “taste.”

he did, chewing and swallowing slowly. “it’s done,” logan said sadly, knowing the words meant he’d have to move away. ellie laughed as he pulled his arms back and went to set the table instead.

he headed to the fridge for the bottle of sparkling cider, making a show of popping the cork like champagne and pouring ellie a generous amount into the giant wine glass she hadn’t been able to use in awhile. she rolled her eyes at him as she put the serving bowl on the table. “it’s not the same.”

“it’s pretty close,” he argued, lifting his own glass up and swirling it like he’d seen many pretentious people at restaurants that made him uncomfortable do. “it’s a beautiful vintage,” he declared, as though he had any idea what that was supposed to mean, “with notes of... apples.”

gratifyingly, ellie dissolved into giggles, shaking her head. “i can’t stand you,” she said fondly, all smiles. he grinned back at her, lifting his glass to his lips. 

“to the baby,” ellie said suddenly, lifting her glass, too, and bumping it into his.

“to you,” logan corrected her, clinking his glass into hers a second time.

ellie narrowed her eyes at him. “to you.” their glasses knocked again.

“nuh uh,” he countered childishly, “you’re the baby’s mom.”

“you’re the baby’s dad,” she laughed, bouncing up on her toes to try to get at his glass even as he lifted it above his head and twisted out of her way.

“this is ridiculous,” logan grinned, “just let me toast you, oh my god.”

“no, it was my toast,” she said, jumping up and splashing apple cider out of her glass and onto the floor, “stop trying to hijack it!”

“okay, okay.” he held his hand out to concede, backing away to drop into his seat at the table. ellie followed suit, smirking triumphantly at him. she still loved to win. “to all of us, jeez. me and you and the baby.”

“to all of us,” ellie repeated, and this time, their glasses touched gently, the sound barely audible over the giggles that were building up in her throat again.

he flashed her a goofy grin before he tipped his head back and drained all his cider in one go. 

sure, it might’ve been nice to have had something stronger, but --

“mmm,” ellie sighed, smacking her lips as she set her glass down, “you were right. this is so much better.”

#rodaw #rod logan #logan rod #logan x mc #choices rod #ellie wheeler #logan x ellie #rodtimecapsule #myfic #long post #hope you guys like this one !! 💕

[xxdearlybeloved]

Forbidden Fruit

John Shelby x Reader

I wrote a story about you giving John head, now it’s his turn. Different couple, same John though.

John hated seeing you like this.

He knew Tommy could be tough, but he also knew that he wouldn’t be tough on you if he didn’t think you could handle it. Or if he didn’t care. He’d seen Tommy fire girls for less.

But he’d also seen Tommy make grown men cry.

Arthur had gone over to your desk and given you a coffee, welcoming one of your soft smiles as you thanked him.

John kept an eye on you for the rest of the afternoon, watching as you took deep breaths between your tasks, how you tensed up every time Tommy passed you and visibly relaxed when he was gone.

As the sun began to set and people began to go home, John was running out of excuses to stay in the office. He stole a glance at you again and noticed you watching him, not bothering to look away. Instead, you smiled at him, giving him the invitation he needed to come over.

“Rough day?” he said, going past you and into Tommy’s office.

You listened to him pull out two glasses and pour some generous drinks. John always seemed to know exactly what you needed. You moved some papers out of the way to make room as John brought the glasses to your desk.

“Your brother is a monster,” you said, sliding off your shoes and sitting back in your chair.

“He’s alright,” John said handing you your drink while avoiding you swatting at him.

“Monster!” you said, scrunching your eyes at the burn of whiskey down your chest.

“I can talk with him if you like?” John offered, sliding down to the floor and leaning with his back on your desk.

“Right, so next time I fuck up he can also remind me that I sent his little brother to my defense. No thank you,” you said, taking another big sip.

“So you want me to ask Arthur then?” John said, his boyish blue eyes looking up at you, a smirk on his face.

“I’m a big girl, John, I can take care of myself” you told him playfully stubborn, kicking at him.

He grabbed your ankle firmly, meeting your eyes before gently running it up your calf before you pulled away.

“I just want to help,” John said innocently and you rolled your eyes, hoping he couldn’t tell how much you’d wanted his hand to reach out for you again.

You and John joked about the dinner at Polly’s last weekend, when Tommy’s surly mood probably started after she gave him a proper dressing down. He had stormed off slamming doors behind him while you and John practically fell off the chair laughing at the whole scene.

Then John actually did fall off of the chair and it was minutes before you could breathe again.

But you knew Tommy was probably just stressed with everything going on, so you tried not to take his words personally. Even if they hurt.  

John said something but you were distracted by your own thoughts so you didn’t hear him. He said something again, this time reaching out for your leg again.

It felt like a shock went straight up your leg.

You yelped, blushing at your reaction as John smirked at you. “You don’t like me touching you?” John asked, teasing his fingers up your leg to your knee.

You ached for John. You always had, but you didn’t want things to be awkward between you. The boss’ brother? What if something happened?

But you didn’t pull away. You drained the rest of your glass, stretching your leg out for John to inspect.

“Go to town,” you said playfully, hoping to keep things light.

John laughed, continuing to run his hand up and down your leg before setting his glass down. He used both of his hands to massage your foot, then your leg, stopping right over your knee before going down again.

He pulled himself closer so he could do the other leg. You let your head fall back and you closed your eyes, feeling yourself relax.

John was silent as he went about his work, his strong hands putting just the right amount of pressure on muscles you didn’t even know were tired.

You felt John’s hands slide further up your thigh than the first side, too far up to be accidental.

Your eyes flew open and met John’s lust filled ones.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, his hand sliding further up your skirt. Your heart was in your throat, you were sure he could hear it beating.

He moved to face you, running his hands down both of your calves before running them back up again, pulling your bodies closer together.

“Do you want me to stop?” John said, pushing his hands further up your thighs, running his thumbs on your inner thigh in a way that made you gasp.

“No,” you breathed on your exhale, taking another sharp breath as a thumb ran over your clothed slit. John wasted no time pulling your undergarments down.

You didn’t know what you had consented to, but you rested your hands on his shoulders as you lifted your hips for him to slide whatever protection you had left down your legs and to the floor.

“Come here,” John whispered, pulling your hips to him and opening your legs so he could sit between them. You could barely breathe, feeling more exposed than you had ever felt before him.

You cursed as John’s tongue ran up you, breath hitching as he expertly moved his tongue around your clit without directly touching it. When he finally did you whimpered, rolling your hips slowly in his mouth as you lost all pretense of being cute.

It wasn’t long before you were moaning, then begging, but John never let up. Instead, he expertly added a finger deep inside you, hitting that spot that had you crying out.

You weren’t sure how long you would last like this and John was being relentless, encouraged by the sounds you were making and the feeling of you dripping in his hand.

Neither of you were ready for the orgasm that slammed against you, sending your legs trembling closed. John laughed as he pushed one leg further back, continuing his manipulations as you whined at him. After what felt like ages he slowed, letting your breath come down but still lapping slowly which caused you to jerk in the chair.

He praised you as you came down, slowly coming out of your fog of ecstasy and feeling the cool air around you.

John gently let your leg down as he rose, taking the glasses as you looked around you. He picked your clothes off the ground, stuffing them in his pocket and winking at you before disappearing into the kitchen area of the house.

You still felt wobbly as you stood up, but also suddenly very awkward. What would happen between you and John now? Would he pretend like nothing ever happened? Would he ask you to dinner? You didn’t know what to do with yourself now.

You straightened your desk, feeling incredibly bare without your underclothes. John came back around the corner with your jacket and bag, already having his on. You slid into it, following him out of the door and standing cautiously as he locked up.

Then he turned to face you.

“Well,” you began, your eyes darting away from his as you remembered the last time you looked at them was between your legs. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” you asked in his general direction.

He came to you, pressing his lips to yours as his hands ran down your back and to your ass. It seemed like a taste of you wasn’t enough.

“Who said we were done?” John said, grinning devilishly at you.

You want more John? I got you

#john shelby #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction #john shelby x reader