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[readychilledwine]

Cassian who after you two realize you’re pregnant slowly stops doing as much training to spend time with you and your growing body.

Cassian who slowly starts eating the foods you crave so you don’t feel alone in the weird things you’re eating

Cassian who slowly starts getting a “dad bod” towards the end of your pregnancy, still keeping his muscle mass in his arms and legs, his abs are just starting to get a little more full.

Cassian who realizes you’re starting to like the dad bod more than the straight hard ass muscle and after the little babe is boring starts taking more days off of training to stay in his new body shape for you

I'm. Salivating.

Dadbod

Summary - After the pregnancy and birth of your first daughter, you aren't the only one dealing with body changes

Warnings - insecure Cassian, suggestiveness and implied smut, teasing from Rhys and Azriel.

A/N -i want everyone to know what my vision of a "cut dadbod" is. It's Jason Momoa in Aquaman. He's lean, muscular, and cut, but he's not what cassian would typically be of rippling muscles and abs you can wash laundry on. So, I attached a picture of the image that came to mind while reading this 🤤🥴

Your honor, I need him. Sexually.

Cassian sighed loudly as he looked himself over in the mirror. There was no denying he had put on weight with your pregnancy, and especially with the pressures of fatherhood and a newborn, but Mother above you wanted him.

Your bottom lip was caught between your teeth as your eyes slightly glazed over, focused in on his strong arms and shoulders, on his chest, his stomach. Yes, cut abs no longer sat exposed all the time, begging to be licked between every ridge, but there was something about how his build now accentuated the v of his hips, how it highlighted his still trim waist without distracting from it.

Your mate was the most attractive male you'd ever laid eyes on. Not Rhys. Not Azriel. Not even the countless high fae you dealt with daily. None of them could hold a candle to Cassian and none ever would.

"I can feel you staring. I know I've gotten out of shape, you can just say it." His voice was laced with sadness. You could feel his disappointment running down the bond as he picked up your daughter, bouncing her as he smiled.

That was the other attractive thing about Cassian. Watching him be a father. Watching him with his daughter. Seeing his excitement over having a little girl. Cassian never expressed disappointment. He never made snide comments about your failure at providing a male, no. Cassian cherished her, his little baby bat, and thanked you for her profusely.

His love for her was part of why he had "Let himself go." He had gone from hours spent on the roof, training the priestess, training with Azriel and Rhys, training Feyre to each group receiving an hour of his time instead of his whole day. He wanted to be with her, not locked on the House of Wind, stuck hearing her small cries as the doorways carried them to him.

"Cassian, you are the sexiest I have ever seen you," you finally answered him, lip going back to your teeth. You wanted him, needed him. You two had not touched each other in so long.

"You don't have to lie, sweetheart. I know I'm not-"

"Stop it," it came out more forcefully than you had wanted. "I like your body. I love the way you look. I still want to fuck you senselessly daily. Just stop."

That conversation had changed everything. Cassian would never admit it, but he enjoyed having his days to himself. He enjoyed only allowing training to ocuppy 3 to 4 hours of his day versus almost 8.

And Gods, he loved how you looked at him now. He loved how much more you two snuggled, how you seemed more comfortable laying your head on his chest.

"Good morning, fuckers." Cassian effortlessly flipped the crepes he had been making for you when he heard Rhys and Azriel sit down at the kitchen island. "What do you want?"

Rhys looked at the unhealthy breakfast, one you constantly craved during pregnancy. "When do you two plan on being back to hard training and dieting?"

He knew Rhys was asking out of curiosity, but Cassian couldn't help but growl, more concerned about Rhys possibly mocking your post pregnancy body more than Cassian's own new dad body.

Azriel's spine straightened at the sound as he shot Rhys a look. "What our brother is trying to say, Cass, is we miss training with you all day on our days off, and we are concerned you are not taking time for yourself anymore."

The look Cassian gave them felt almost like he was attempting to murder them. Like he was warning them of the line they were risking. "My mate needs me and appreciates my help with our daughter. I like my current schedule. When she is older, will I maybe go back to a more training heavy schedule? Possibly. But for now, I am doing what's best for me and my family." And my sex life, he thought silently to himself as images of you riding him last night came to mind.

"We are just concerned, Cassian," Rhys stated softly. "About your growing daddy tummy." His smile broke out as he poked Cassian's abs, eyes widening over still feeling solid muscle below a slight layer of skin. "What the fuck?" Rhys stood, walking over to Cassian. "How are you still so fit?"

"He's fucking perfect, isn't he?" You walked into the room, a small head and wings poking out from the body wrap you were using to carry the daughter you shared with the general. "Delicious."

Azriel chuckled, moving to you to take the babe, but unsure if you meant the crepes or your husband. "As long as you two are happy, that's all that matters. I just was worried about your mental health, Cass. Mother knows your a vain creature that loved his abs more than breathing."

"Or eating."

"Or drinking."

"Or fucking," Rhys and Azriel went on as you moved to Cassian, arms wrapping around his strong biceps.

He looked in the mirror again that night, holding his daughter as he stared at his abs. This current body was a reminder to him of how life had changed, of the growth you two had done, the small life that was now phsyical evidence of the love you two shared. "Dad bod," he finally said. "I'd rather have my dad bod."

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Conrad and reader are seeing each other in secret but everyone knows because they’re shit at hiding it

Requests: for conrad x reader, they're in a secret relationship (maybe reader stays in the summer house with everyone) and they get caught?

Could you do a sex with conrad fisher fic?

Warnings: smut, p + v,

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You and Conrad were not as slick sneaking around as you thought you were. Three weeks into summer and everyone already knew you were hooking up. The smell of your perfume lingered in Conrad's jeep in the morning and Jeremiah swore he saw a bra in his brother's bedroom when Susannah asked to get his laundry basket for the cleaning lady. 

What confirmed that Conrad was seeing someone was that Steven’s bedroom was right next to Conrad’s and he could hear the headboard hit the wall on some nights. He even heard some girl moans, which he quickly downed by putting his headphones on. Conrad was his friend, but he didn’t want to hear him pleasure a girl. That was just too much.

You were fisting the bedsheets with your hands, biting down your bottom lip to try to stifle your moans at every snap of Conrad’s hips. It was past 11pm and everyone was asleep so you had to be quiet. Susannah was cool, but she wouldn't like her son sneaking a girl in at night to have sex. Even if he was eighteen. 

Your back arched up off the bed for him, buried so deep inside you. Sweat was sticking to his chest and his hands had found purchase on your thighs, keeping them open while he pounded into you. 

‘’Ahh, don’t stop, Connie. I’m close,’’ you whispered in the dim-lit room, feeling your orgasm hurtling toward you. It was so hard to keep quiet and control yourself when all you wanted to do was scream Conrad’s name. 

He nodded, one hand leaving your thigh and crawling where your bodies met to start rubbing against your clit while looking at you like you’re the only important thing in the world. Conrad might be portrayed as cold hearted, but with you, he was always warm and sweet — unless you didn’t want him to. 

When it all became too much, you clenched around him one last time, your toes curling and legs shaking as you came all over his cock, a series of quietest moans slipping from your mouth. Conrad climaxed shortly after you, spilling into the condom with a swallowed groan. He ran a hand through his messy hair, then pulled out and threw the used condom in the trash before coming back at your side. 

He seemed lost in his world for a few seconds, his face resting over your breasts as you scratched his back, waiting for him to come down from his high and catch your breaths. Conrad's post-sex affectionate nature was truly endearing; it was unexpected, yet incredibly sweet and vulnerable. 

As much as you cherished the moment, the reality of the outside world nudged you back to your senses, forcing you to detach yourself from Conrad. ‘’Sorry, but I really need to pee.’’ 

He groaned in protest, disappointedly letting you go. 

You put your panties back on and Conrad lifted his head from the bed, looking at you with a mix of longing and tiredness. ‘’You’re coming back, right?’’ he asked, seeking reassurance.

You nodded, offering a reassuring smile, as you slipped one of his shirts on before quietly leaving the room. 

As you emerged from the bathroom, you hadn't expected anyone else to be awake at this hour, but to your surprise, you almost walked right into a sleepy-faced Jeremiah in plaid pajama pants. 

‘’Jeremiah. Hi,’’ you greeted him, trying not to look flustered. 

A smirk drew on his mouth, confirming his assumption. ‘’Hi,’’ he responded, seemingly amused by the situation. His smirk widened as he leaned against the hallway wall, his eyes playfully glancing over your disheveled appearance. ‘’So, I guess Conrad's having a good time?’’ Jeremiah teased, raising an eyebrow mischievously.

You tried to maintain your composure, but the embarrassment was evident on your cheeks. ‘’Eh…I should probably get back to…’’ you trailed, glancing towards Conrad's room.

Jeremiah nodded again, his smile softening. ‘’Mmh. Good night, Y/N.’’

‘’Good night, Jere.’’ 

When you returned to Conrad’s room, he was still on his bed, except he had moved under his comforter and blanket, nestled like a child. The sight made you want to crawl under and fall asleep beside him. 

You shut the door and Conrad looked up when seeing you.  You shifted on your feet, a little nervous, about to tell him something you didn’t know how he would react to. ‘’I just saw your brother. He knows.’’

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☀︎ Your Mom Showed Me Your Baby Pictures ☀︎— Lee Felix

word count: 2.4k

paring: Felix x afab!reader

genre: Fluff

warnings: afab!reader, boyfriend!Felix, pet names (sweetie, love, beautiful, sunshine), kissing (goes no further), engagement, proposing, mentions Hyunjin, if I left anything out please let me know, kinda proof-read

Felix had thought out absolutely everything that you guys would do for your vacation back to his parents house in Australia. He had the restaurants picked, theme parks, beach days, you name it and he’d planned it. Sadly things weren't going to his plan. Due to the sudden change of weather, you'd caught a cold.

It's been three days and your symptoms are barely easing up. Your fever had finally broken early this morning but you still had body aches and a sniffly nose. No matter how much you insisted that you could do everything he wanted, he refused to let you leave the house, which wasn’t a bad thing since this meant that you'd get to know his siblings and parents better. 

Everyone had been super understanding and helpful while you were sick, whether that was his mom making you something to eat that was light on your stomach, or Olivia coming to watch a movie with you (on separate sides of the room so she didn’t get sick), or Rachel bringing you a fresh blanket out of the laundry when Felix had told her you were shaking from your fever. 

They had all been so nice, even before you were sick and just got to talk to them over the phone. His mother and father would constantly ask about you if you weren't present for the calls, at least that's what he told you, sisters texting you constantly to just check in. The funniest conversations were with Olivia though. She would constantly send you funny memes of her older brother or the thirst traps that would pop up on her tik tok, messaging the same thing every time, “this is what you’re into *barf*”. 

Today was no different besides the fact that you'd pulled yourself out of Felixs’ room to sit in the living room when his mother saw you. Her smile warmed the room just like her sons would, making you smile back to her. “Hi sweetie, are you looking for Felix?” She asked you before walking over and rubbing your shoulders, placing her hand on your head to see if you still had a fever.

You now see where Felix gets his tenderness from, it was the woman standing in front of you. Going back to her question, you shake your head before wrapping the blanket tighter around you. “No Mrs. Lee, I just wanted some fresh air… the room was becoming suffocating.” you respond, watching her roll her eyes when you call her that as she's told you many times you just refer to her as mom at least a hundred times by now. “Gotcha, well he went out to lunch with his father and sisters, so it's just the two of us here right now. Are you hungry? I can make you something.” but before she finished speaking, you're being pulled to the table and she disappears into the kitchen.

You sit and listen to her little stories of when the Lee siblings were little, giggling when she makes sure to tell you the embarrassing things Felix did while he was still in school. Eventually food was done and she'd made enough for the both of you to have lunch together, saying it was nice was an understatement. The food was delicious and her company was amazing, always making sure that you were okay and didn't need more to drink, getting you the medication you needed for your cold, talking to you not only about her kids but also asking you about your childhood and your parents.

Once lunch was over, the two of you had moved back to the livingroom and continued the conversation on the couch. Suddenly she stands up and hurries out, only to return with large books and a bright smile. “Has Felix ever shown you any of his baby pictures?” She asks as she sits back beside you, quite close so that you could look through the books together. You simply shake your head with a large smile, excited for what would come next.

The two of you flip through the books, giggling at the silly photos, stopping when his mother would start telling the story behind certain ones. You couldn't hold in a particularly loud laugh when you see a photo of him from the early years of grade school, leaned up against what looks like a tree in a white button up with a blue grid pattern. “He looks like a little business man!” you say as you look over at his mother who's nodding her head laughing with you. “That's what happens when dad picks your clothes for picture day.”

You flip through more pages, taking a couple pictures of the ones you'd want to look back at. Some time goes by and you've finished looking through the photos, his mother puts the books away and not soon after, the rest of the family walks through the door. You smile when you see your sweet sunshine walk inside, making his way straight to you. You stand up and hug him tightly, his arms pulling you tightly to him by your lower back before pulling one away to feel your head. “No fever, Love?” he asks you, brushing the hair out of your face. “It broke this morning before I woke up, I've been spending time with your mom.” You respond, looking over at her before you see her put a finger over her lips, silently shushing you and you know why, his baby pictures.

A few days have passed since then and since you were finally feeling better, the two of you started doing all of the things that Felix had planned. You're out at dinner with your boyfriend and you couldn't have asked for anything more. The two of you ate and held small conversations, telling him about lunch with his mother the other day and him telling you about everything he did with his father and sisters while you were sick. Dinner was eventually over and the two of you were on your way back before Felix suddenly turned in the opposite direction of his house. 

You just look at him for a few minutes before curiosity gets the best of you. “Lixie, where are we going?” The question leaving your lips, making him glance over at you before slowly grabbing your hand in his free one, pulling it up and rubbing your knuckles against his lips. “You just looked so pretty in that dress, I wasn't ready to go home yet.” He answers, car turning again making your eyes fall away from him only to be met with the sight of water, the moon reflecting on it and waves gently splashing against the bay. Your cheeks flushed as he parked the car, getting out and walking to your side, opening the door for you and slowly taking off the white heels that matched your dress before helping you out of the car.

He carried you to the sand so that the road wouldn't hurt your feet. You insisted that if he had let you keep on your heels, you could have walked but he didn’t want them to be ruined by the sand. Once into the sand, Felix slowly puts you down, making sure both feet are on the ground before completely letting you go. He looks at you with a smile, glancing quickly down at your lips before putting his hands on your hips and pulling you close to him before gently placing his lips against yours. The kiss is very gentle, lips moving against the others with a slight rhythm, your arms draped over his shoulders as you play with his hair and his hands moving to your lower back, rubbing small circles.

Once you break away from the kiss, you lean your forehead against his before giggling and running towards the water. You're about to shin deep when Felix finally gets in since he had to take off his socks and shoes as well as roll up his pants quite a bit so that they didn't get too wet. He runs up to you causing the water to splash and you to squeal as the cold water suddenly hits the back of your thighs, his arms wrapping around you, kissing your shoulder gently. “Now we're both all wet, what about your car?” you ask him, raising an eyebrow when he starts giggling, smile shining so bright even in the dark.

“So… there's actually towels in the backseat. I knew that I would eventually take you to the beach so I put them in the car just before we found out you caught a cold.” He admits, moving a hand from your back to the back of his neck, rubbing it slowly. You can't help but laugh before cupping his cheeks to make him look at you then showering his face in soft but quick pecks. This makes him chuckle, putting his hands on yours before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone, putting on a soft playlist that Hyunjin had sent to him when he told him his plan. 

“May I have this dance, beautiful?” he asks, nerves building in his stomach with his hand outstretched to you. You nod, softly placing your hand into his. The two of you dance slowly, hearing him hum along before he slowly spins you making you laugh as the water splashes around you. You both somehow manage to make it back into the sand as the song changes, sand sticking to your feet but the two of you could care less. The only thing that mattered in this very moment was each other.

“I want you to spin three times for me this time with your eyes closed, okay?” He asks, words more like a demand than a question so you simply nod. He smiles sweetly before spinning you, making sure your eyes are closed on the first spin, he reaches into his pocket and drops down onto his knee. He watches the way that your dress spins with you, the way your hair flows in the wind so effortlessly and the beautiful smile on your face as you make that third spin. He knew now that he was making the right decision. His nerves climb into his throat when you've stopped spinning.

You open your eyes only to realize you're facing the wrong way which makes you laugh. “Lixie why didn't you tell me to turn arou-” You ask him, lips falling silent before you could finish your sentence when you see him. He's in front of you on one knee, smiling so bright you’d bet your last dime that it'd put the sun itself out of business. Your hands quickly cover your mouth as you step closer to him, each step shaky as if you're unsure that your legs can hold you up.

“L/n Y/n, you're the most amazing, beautiful, funniest, most caring person I've ever had the opportunity to meet. You always make me smile, help me through anything that I’m having trouble with and even though you get into my baked goods before I say anything about it amazes me. The way that you also take care of my friends makes me realize every single day what an amazing person you are. I’m in love with you and have been since that first date we went on. Will you make me the happiest man to walk the earth and spend the rest of my life with me? Will you marry me?” He asks a bit shaky in the beginning, finding more confidence in his words as he continues.

“Yes!! Oh my god Yes!!” you shout at him with excitement before you drop to your knees in front of him. He gently grabs your hand and slips the ring onto your finger. It was a perfect fit and he couldn't thank Olivia more for finding out your ring size for him a few months ago. You look at your hand in his and the beautiful ring on your finger as you feel your bottom lip begin quivering. You look up at him, noticing that his is the same, eyes watering as yours do the same. 

You quickly wrap your arms around him, hugging him tightly and kissing him a bit hard but neither of you care. Both of you stay like this for some time before slipping apart, staring at each other, laughing softly as he rubs the new ring on your hand. Eventually the both of you make your way back to the car, drying off after using a water bottle out of the car to get all the sand off. The ride home wasn't a long one but time has felt at stand still since you saw him on one knee. 

You both walk back inside and to his room, changing into more comfortable clothes and crawling into the bed. You put your phone on the charger and he finally sees your lock screen. “What was that?” He asks, a bit shocked when he sees the photo. How'd you get that? Isn't that his moms coffee table? “Hmm?” is all you say back to him, acting clueless as you try to finish getting ready for bed. “Y/n. How'd you get that photo?” He asks, knowing the answer but he wants you to confirm it. “Oh, you mean the little cutie on my lock screen? Your mom showed me your baby pictures the other day and I just couldn't help it. I wanted to be able to look at it again without having to bother her.” You answer him.

“This is what I get for telling her that I was gonna propose to you while we're here.” He rumbles as he rubs his temples. “Oh shush. You look like a cute little business man who is now all grown up and oh so very very handsome and engaged.” You say, pushing your hand in his direction which makes him smile. He gently grabs your hand and his phone in the other, taking a picture of your hand and sending it to his group chat. 

1 Attachment. “I did it you guys!! She's gonna be Mrs. Lee Y/n soon!!”

He then locks his phone, hearing the pings going off but his attention has shifted back to you, gazing lovingly at you as you brush your hair. 

“I’m in love with you, Beautiful.”

“And I’m in love with you, Sunshine.”

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Honey, I’m Home - Rooster

Pairing: Rooster / Wife!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only

Warnings: Kids; Talk of Pregnancy but Not Actually; Excessive Fluff

Summary: Rooster comes home from work and takes care of his family.

Master List

Rooster was always cautious about the idea of getting married and having kids. When he lost his mom, he pictured having a big family of his own one day. In a way, to recreate the family that he lost. But then adulthood caught up with him and insecurity creeped in. After everything that happened in his childhood, he knew the risks that came with being a naval aviator. He knew what could happen.

But there was no way that he could just let the woman who would go on to become his wife get seduced by some other unworthy sucker. He had to put a ring on her finger. There was no other option. And five years, a wedding, two kids, and a thousand other things in between, there was nothing that Rooster would have done differently.

Except marrying her the night that they met, perhaps.

And returning home after work, Bradley assumed that he would walk into Alex living out his whole terrible two phase even though he was now three while poor baby Nickie cried in the background. Bradley knew that his wife was exhausted. He knew that she was stressed. And he tried to pick up where he could.

But today, he was surprised to return to a quiet house. There was no screaming or crying. Neither the dishwasher nor the washing machine were running. And neither was the TV. Bradley walked further into the house, genuinely wondering if everyone was home when he finally spotted his family.

Nickie was asleep in his bassinet, little fists up by his head just in case if someone tried to wake him up, so that he could give them a smack. His wife laid with her head resting on her arm. Alex laid on his back with his head resting against her chest and his mouth wide open.

Bradley paused, taking more careful steps forward. He didn’t want to risk waking anyone up. They all needed their sleep.

Carefully slipping away, Bradley changed out of his uniform and into a tank top and shorts before moving around the bedroom. Picking up clothes and cleaning the attached bathroom, Bradley tried to help where he could. And when he was finished there, he headed into the kid’s bedrooms to clean up there as well.

He knew that something as small as cleaning up the toys on Alex’s floor would make his wife’s day easier and he tried to do as many small tasks as he could without the risk of waking any of them up. Running a load of laundry, Bradley walked into the living room to check on his family. With everyone still asleep, Bradley kept moving through the rooms in the house.

Checking his watch, Bradley had to assume that it was probably a better idea to just get takeout rather than risk waking his family up by moving the pots and pans around. Carefully grabbing his keys, he headed out to his car. Half an hour later, he returned with food from his wife’s favorite restaurant and slowly crept into the living room again. Everyone was still asleep, but the smell of food seemed to finally rouse his wife.

Picking up her head, she blinked blurrily and squinted towards the kitchen. She sat up a bit before she realized the position that she was in with Alex resting his head against her chest. Rooster walked over to his wife instead, both of them knowing better than to risk waking Alex. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her lips in greeting before pulling away.

“Have a good nap?” he asked softly.

“Seems like it,” she yawned, looking down at Alex with a small smile. “I can’t even remember how we ended up here.”

“I bought dinner. Your favorite.”

“Thank you,” she murmured, resting her head against her arm again as she stared up at her husband. “I didn’t realize how tired I was.”

“They’re a handful.”

“You think?” she replied softly, causing Bradley to grin.

She hummed to herself before Alex started to stir against her chest. After a couple moments, he eventually woke up, whining as he rubbed his eyes dramatically.

“Hey, Bubba, are you hungry?” Rooster questioned, gently picking Alex up.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, curling up against Rooster’s shoulder.

“Alright, let’s get you some food and then back to bed, okay?”

Bradley helped Alex eat his food and once he gave Alex some water to wash it down, got him changed and into bed before Alex could fully wake up and cause a ruckus. Nickie stirred a bit but it didn’t take too much more to settle him to sleep in his crib.

And for the first time in a long time, Bradley and his wife actually sat down and ate dinner together. Just the two of them.

“I almost forgot what this was like,” she mused, reaching for her glass. “It’s been so long since it was just the two of us.”

“You know, maybe I can rope Mav into watching them for a weekend. We’ll go to a nice hotel or rent a house. And just spend the weekend in bed together.”

She shot him a look and playfully threw a scrunched up napkin at his face. Shaking her head, she reached for her glass again.

“Only if you promise to not knock me up again so soon after Nickie,” she stated. “You’ve had that look in your eye like you want another one.”

“I would eventually like another one. Hopefully a girl,” Rooster conceded, though he shot you a reassuring smile. “But you’re the quarterback. You make the final call.”

“I’ll keep you in mind for later,” you told him.

Rooster jokingly made the phone symbol with his hand and mouthed, ‘call me,’ to which you dramatically winked back.

The two of you finished your dinner together before heading up to your room. You took a quick shower while Rooster checked up on Nickie, whose bassinet was set up next to your bed. Rooster was waiting with the blanket pulled back for you. Slipping in beside your husband, you let him pull you to his chest. You were out in about fifteen seconds, still exhausted, and Rooster chuckled to himself when you started to snore, since you insisted that you never ever snored.

Rooster was about to fall asleep himself when there was a light tap on the door. Picking his head up, Rooster gently maneuvered you over so that he could slip out of bed. He walked over to the door and pulled it open to reveal Alex with his blankie in the hallway.

“Can I sleep with you and Mommy?”

“Come here, Bubba,” Rooster urged, scooping him up.

Pressing a kiss to Alex’s head, Rooster carried him over to the bed. Rooster set his son down on the bed and Alex quickly suctioned himself into Rooster’s wife’s side. Rooster brushed his son’s hair with his hand before he climbed back into bed and got himself comfortable. Smiling as he looked over at his family, Rooster rolled over and went to bed.

#top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun: maverick #top gun #tgm #tgm fanfiction #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #rooster fanfic #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x wife!reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw fic #rooster fluff #top gun rooster #rooster bradshaw #rooster #rooster imagine #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw fic #bradley rooster x reader

[vellicore]

FAVORITE PLACES

Various characters and their favorite places to have sex.

Warnings: public sex, shower sex, car sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cum kink, basically this is all filth.

A/N: Please do not report this! It's so frustrating to have things reported. If I missed any warnings you feel should be listed, please let me know. Gifs made by me. I know I didn't list all of Seb's characters, but I did some of my favorites.

𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 - After being denied pleasure for many years, Bucky is desperate. He’s more than happy to have sex any place at any time. Out to dinner with friends? He doesn’t care, he’ll gladly take you in the bathroom of the restaurant. Heading to a mission? No better place than the back of the jet. He even took you in the laundry room of your parent’s house. The man is insatiable. 

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐧- Carter loves the thrill of making you cum while riding the elevator. It all started when the two of you got stuck on one. He knew he needed to distract you somehow. What better way than having you cum on his cock? Now, whenever you two ride one together, he considers it a challenge to see just how fast he can make you cum.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 - Charles loves to take you apart in the back seat of his red convertible. He gets even more excited when you let him keep the top down. It’s almost like he’s determined to get caught. He craves the sound of your moans and screams. Let the townspeople hear you while his tongue is buried deep into your soaked pussy. 

𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - The gym, of course. Lance loves to use the different gymnastics equipment to his advantage. You'd never considered yourself to be flexible. That is, until Lance came along. He causes you to bend and stretch in ways you didn't even know was possible. Whether it's bending you over the pommel horse or having you ride him on top of the mats, he always manages to give you a solid workout.

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 - Lee loves to fuck you at the station. It all started when he spotted two of his deputies staring at your ass. That afternoon he made sure they all knew who you belonged to. He bent you over his desk and pounded into you until you were screaming his name. Now anytime you bring his lunch (which happens frequently). Everyone in the station knows what’s about to happen. Lee can't help but feel smug as you walk out of his office with his cum running down your thighs.

𝐌𝐚𝐱 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 - Max craves the riches in life. He lives for the thrill. He loves to have sex in your current mark's house. Once, you were conning a millionaire. Max fucked you up against the window of the man's penthouse. He always finds a way to be a part of the con. Whether it's posing as your best friend, brother, or coworker. He doesn't care. As long he finds a way to have you.

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 - Mickey loves to fool around inside his DJ booth. Once the club was so dark, he was able to fuck you without anyone noticing. He's constantly looking for opportunities to make it happen again. But most of the time, the two of you are only able to manage to sneak in a blow job or some fingering. It doesn't matter though, because the set is over. He'll find a place so he can be buried deep inside your pussy.

𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐫- Nick loves to take you apart in the shower. There's just something about the way the water trickles down your breasts that makes him feral. He loves the way you look with your hair soaked and the blissed-out expression on your face. Whether it's first thing in the morning or ending a long day. Nothing relaxes Nick more than a shower with you.

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐦𝐩 - Steve never expected to be able to fuck you once he put you in his basement. No, he thought once you found out the truth of everything, you’d want nothing to do with him. But that wasn’t the case at all. He quickly realizes you're just as twisted as he is. So, that's why he loves to fuck you while you're locked away. Knowing that his other victims are listening only causes him to want this more.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x reader #carter baizen #carter baizen smut #carter baizen x reader #carter baizen x fem!reader #charles blackwood #charles blackwood x reader #charles blackwood x fem!reader #lance tucker #lance tucker x reader #lance tucker x fem!reader #lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x fem!reader #max burnett #max burnett x reader #max burnett x fem!reader #mickey henry #mickey henry x reader #mickey henry x fem!reader #nick fowler #nick fowler x reader #sebastian stan #steve kemp #steve kemp smut #steve kemp x reader #steve kemp x fem!reader

[chaotic-mystery]

Pairing: dbf!Joel x reader

Summary: it’s my take on what illicit affairs means. Every time I listened to it I imagined Joel, specifically dbf Joel. I hope the swifties go *easy* on me and pls don’t say anything if you didn’t like it.

Warnings: angst. And more angst. Swearing, forbidden relationship, arguing, fwb, alluded age gap but not specified. Use of nicknames (kid, baby……don’t look at me ok I didn’t do IT), reader is not physically described, no use of y/n. I think that’s everything but tell me if I’ve missed something! || wc: 1.8k || a/n: I love you @planet-marz1 for beta reading this & all my babies who held my balls and pushed me through this <3 thank you thank you thank you. ||

He was someone you should have never been attracted to. Your parents’ friend, a family friend. Someone they trusted to watch over you if they left town, to check on you as if he cared about you. No one noticed the lingering stares frequent more and more with each stop at your parents home. No one noticed the way you returned the gazes at him, the longing feeling of wanting to feel his mouth all over your body with his hands not far behind to get any spot he missed. It all came together when your dad had a party, the champagne coursing inside you and giving a little liquid courage. Joel couldn’t keep his eyes off of you and it didn’t feel wrong, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself it was. Nothing more was going to come from this, it was just a fling for the night and you’d go right back to how things were. At least that’s what you told yourself when you kissed him in the laundry room, the soft orange glow casted over you two from the street lamp outside.

Yet here you are months later, telling everyone you were going out for a walk, already covering up your demeanor for when you return. Joel parked down at the end of the block and you found yourself reciting that you can always stop this whenever you wanted to. He’s careful not to sit there for too long after you get inside his truck.

“Did anyone see you?” He asks, wiping over his mustache quickly while he looks in the rearview mirror about a dozen times.

“No, they didn’t see me.” You mutter from behind your hood. You reached out to grab his hand from his thigh, tucking your fingers between his palm and the fabric of his jeans.

“Okay, good. Good. Missed you.” He says as he pulls into the same vacant lot as last time. It wasn’t always like this, parking here behind the abandoned mall. He used to book hotel rooms for you two so you’d feel safe with him, feel special. The red rose petals scattered everywhere on the floor and the bed no matter how cheesy it was, you liked it. It was a scarlet colored secret between only you two and it was thrilling to keep, in a way. The more you met up with Joel, the less distance he put in between your town and the lucky room for the night. Nights turned into a couple hours, which slowly morphed into quick meetings here, in this empty parking lot to an abandoned mall.

“Thanks for not wearing that perfume this time, doll. Almost got caught last time because I smelled like you.” He tries to lighten the mood as he shakes your thigh gently. It was the perfume he used to love when you’d wear it, the one you had on that night the first glance he took of you started this entire affair.

It became harder and harder to not hide your scent on him when he’d come over to your parents house as if he wasn’t just with you. Your dad would ask why he smelled of your perfume, Joel turning to you so you have to lie and say you greeted him outside before letting him in. Couldn’t leave a trace of you in his little world no matter how badly you wanted to. To desperately leave a subtle token of you on him, that he was yours, that this older man wanted something to do with you.

Joel wastes no time getting your navy blue hoodie off your torso and his lips on your neck, telling you once more that he missed you all day. The same words he spoke before suddenly didn’t make your heart flutter after the hundredth time hearing them. The smile doesn’t form as wide as it once did when he calls you ‘baby’. Funny how that works, finally getting what you wanted to hear him say and it wasn’t holding its weight anymore like in the beginning. They were just words you were taking for what they were; sweet nothings. You two developed a look to share while with others, a little nod of your head towards outside when you needed to speak in private and say what you couldn’t in front of anyone else or just needed to be close to one another. Those moments kept you wanting more from him, every single time.

Behind closed doors seemed like the only time you were everything to Joel, it was the sliver of time you got validation that he even liked you. He grew paranoid and tended to be cold when he was around your parents, no eye contact, hardly any conversation shared with you. When you were alone in the backseat with the sweat drying on your back as you laid against his chest, you were the one he wanted to be with…until it was time to come back to reality and get dressed like nothing happened.

“You don’t even look at me anymore when my parents are around, you’re acting too suspicious, Joel.” You mutter, dragging your thumb across his shoulder as you stared into the fabric of the seat behind him.

Time and time again you so desperately wanted to go public with Joel but every time you mentioned it he got upset, telling you that would be the dumbest thing to do. According to him, it was best to keep meeting in the back of his truck for a half hour and being dropped off with one less piece of you each time. You no longer felt like his baby anymore no matter how many times he called you that. Not a single thing he mutters to you while he’s on top of you in the truck replays later as you try to sleep like the early days. It was becoming more and more diluted with each quick goodbye kiss.

Joel pulls away and sits up straight, moving his hand to your thigh and giving a squeeze.

“Don’t do this right now, kid. C’mon, you know how I feel about ya.” His head hangs for just a moment as if you scolded him. Pulling his head up to look at you in the eye, Joel cups your face softly before speaking again.

“I’d lose so much if I told everyone about us, you know that right? You’re dad would probably beat my ass and never talk to me again, I don’t think any of our friends would honestly. I’d lose so much if everyone knew, not just you.” He sighs tiredly and lets go of your face and sits straight up in his chair before putting a hand over his mouth and the other on the steering wheel as he looks out the window to the empty lot, rain clouds scattered above and turning everything gray.

Was that all he was worried about, losing your dad as his friend and the other so called friends he had? Really?

You wait for what feels like forever before you scoff and sit back in your seat, arms crossed over your chest, feeling like nothing but a godforsaken mess for putting yourself in this situation.

“I thought you liked this..” He waves his hand back and forth between you two without turning back to look at you. “...This works, this is easy and it’s safe. Why do you wanna ruin somethin’ like that, baby?” Joel chews on his cheek waiting for your response, hoping somewhere in his words that it clicked in your mind to keep this between you two.

“I did like this, Joel. I liked being your little secret in the beginning. Learning our little unspoken language and how to find you during parties when you wanted to see me, staying out all those nights with you and we’d talk about everything and you’d drop me off in the morning before my dad woke up to see me sneaking in. I did…like being your secret. We started doing things that couples do, real couples. Why is it so wrong of me to want tha-?” You ask firmly, feeling your heart beating in your throat when he cuts you off with his booming voice.

“Because we can’t! We just can’t! I’m sorry, kid. You know we can’t do more than this. I’m sorry. You’re a beautiful and talented human being, you can g-” Now it was your turn to cut him off.

“Joel, don't even give me that shit. I don’t want to hear that.” You turn in your seat to fully look at him, eyes not leaving his face for a second.

“Do you understand how much I would lose if we went public with this? I’m willing to throw all of that away to be with you. That is how much you mean to me. You mean more to me than my dad potentially not speaking to me ever again, possibly being kicked out, shunned, all of it. I don’t want anyone else but you, okay?” You had found your voice halfway between your counter argument, and damn did it feel good.

“Kid…we just can’t. I’m sorry. We can still be friends and I’ll always be around if you need me. I just, I think I put you in too deep with this.” His eyes flick between himself and you. The only noise audible was the rain pattering down on the windshield, thunder booming softly after a few seconds.

The tears sting your eyes and cascade down your warm cheek.

“Baby..” Joel coos and tries to wipe your tear away but you turn away before he can get close.

“Don’t call me that. Don’t call me kid, don’t call me baby.” He sighs with obvious frustration at your words and tucks his hand back next to his side. The hurt mixes with rage and the tears keep rolling down your face, Joel sits there unsure of what to say.

“Look at me, Joel. Look at this idiotic fool you’ve made me. Sitting here begging someone to be with me and love me so loudly, all the while it’s not reciprocated. You don’t want to show everyone how much you want to be with me, you just want to keep me a secret. Take me home, I’m done.”

You grab your sweater off the backseat and put it back on before buckling up once more.

“Kid, I’m-“

“Don’t call me that! Take me home, or I’ll walk.” You shout, the crack in your voice making your tears flow faster. Joel looks away and turns the truck on, driving back to your street in complete silence. He barely turns the corner at the end of your block and you get out without another word spoken to him. It was the one and only time he watched you get inside the house.

#joel miller fanfic #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fic #joel miller angst #illicit affairs #taylor swift #joel miller x reader #dbf!joel #dbf joel miller #dads best friend #dbf!joel miller #tw age gap #tw arguing #tw angst

[ashlynredonovitch]

Secrets In The Street

Warnings: none

Prompt: “basically y/n is a poor girl on the streets and pickpockets/shoplifts to survive, and she does that to willy but he’s super kind to her instead of telling the police on her. Then they fall in love.” - @riordanness (THANK YOU!)

“Come back here you!” A woman’s voice yelled from behind, as you sprint down an alley, a bright, crisp apple in hand from her cart.

You weren’t a runner, not in the slightest, so being chased by a woman for having an apple -well, stealing an apple- wasn’t on your list of things to today. You couldn’t help it, you were hungry. The woman wasn’t even around, you had no clue how she saw you.

You hear the woman groan from behind and turn around just in time to see her give up and walk away. Who knows some other person on the streets could’ve stolen more of her produce.

“Oh well, at least it’s something,” you muttered as you trailed along the darkening alley, holding it carefully so you can keep it safe for later. Walking in the direction towards the bench you spent most nights.

It was obviously nothing special, but no one dared to take your bench. You had a raggedy blanket that you stole from someone a while ago. A little bag with a few things of clothes you found that others had gotten rid of, and that was it.

You had heard of Mrs. Scrubitt's boardinghouse when you first arrived, but initially said no when Bleacher had came up to you. He came to your bench many times, and he eventually stopped insisting after many denials. After everything you had heard through the chain of the Galeries Gourmet, you were glad you hadn’t taken his offer though. At least there was a chance of something out here, better than being stuck in a laundry house for twenty-something years.

Nothing new ever happened in the Gourmet, the same Chocolate Cartel shooing everyone away, you had heard of one man getting through though. Willy Wonka, you had heard of his name. Apparently some magic chocolates? Even though the idea seems preposterous, you were intrigued. You, however, had heard from the gossip that his looks had caught the attention of many along the streets too. So, it apparently wasn’t only the chocolate that had gotten people interested.

Carefully hiding your apple, you started your walk towards the way of the Gourmet, wanting to investigate this new Wonka chocolate yourself.

“It’s certainly grand,” you say, as you walk into the store with the velvety magenta curtains, with a chocolate-looking tree as the centerpiece of the store, “I’m impressed.”

“Hi, I’ve never seen you around here,” a man with a can walked up to you, a top hat on his head, wearing a pleasant smile on his face.

“My name is y/n, y/n l/n, I don’t hang around the Galerie Gourmet much, not really my place of adventure.” You muttered as you look at all of the hanging candy around you, children brushing past you, trying to reach for different sweets.

The man nods his head, as he takes in your appearance, “I get it, I lived on a boat for seven years. My name is Willy, Willy Wonka”

You were not expecting that, he lived on a boat for a while, this interesting looking man who owned this place. You tried to send a brief smile in his direction, “so you’re the one who I heard sent the chocolate-trio to jail, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Wonka looked out the windows, to the places where the old chocolate stores resided in the Gourmet, now empty, as he quickly smirked, “well it had to be done, they were breaking the law, it was just a matter of time.”

You chuckled as you saw the man’s face beam towards a woman and small child who was excitingly grabbing a chocolate bar, “I have to go, it was nice meeting you, y/n.” Wonka said as he smoothly strides over to another family to talk to them.

“Likewise,” you whispered as he was already gone. You felt awful, you wanted to try his chocolate, people here have talked ‘it’s the best chocolate I’ve ever tasted’ many have claimed, and now you wanted a bite. How do you steal from someone who seemed so nice?

The trick to being a pickpocket though, is not getting caught, and you’ve had your own share of the situation going both ways. You quickly grab a little wrapped chocolate and pretend to exam it, glancing to make sure no one else is watching, before quickly stuffing it in your pocket.

“Hey!” A voice yelled, you turned to see if anyone was there, and was met with a small, orange man? You had never seen anyone, if it was a human at all, like it.

“Lofty?” You heard Wonka yell as he came running towards the area your standing in. Bolting quickly, you dodge the running kids and chasing parents, as you try to weave your way to the exit. Just about as you were at the doors, a cane came in front of your middle, stopping your motions rather quickly, “and what do you think you’re doing?” Willy asked, you were close, so close.

“Nothing, I don’t know what that man was talking about, I don’t have anything I promise.” You say as you did a little circle to prove your innocence.

“Why don’t I believe you?” He asked, as an audience formed around you two.

“I don’t know, I didn’t steal anything, Mr. Wonka, I assure you that.” You muttered, wishing everyone would ignore you two, you just wanted to try his chocolate.

“Come with me y/n, we can talk back here.” Wonka guided you towards a room in the back, something that looked like an office of sorts, “I know you took a piece of chocolate.” He sat down in his chair, prompting you to sit down on the one opposite the desk.

You felt defeated, you hadn’t ever actually gotten caught by someone, “I’m sorry.”

Willy quirked his brow as he stared at you across the desk, “so you admit it? Surprised, honestly, I didn’t think you would.”

At that you got upset, “listen I might’ve tried to take chocolate, but I’ve heard everyone talk. People say it’s the best chocolate they’ve ever had. I’ve only had apples or other stolen things to eat for a year and a half. The chocolate cartel knew me well, they would stop me at the door cause they knew I couldn’t pay for it. So do it, call the new chief of police, at least in jail I’ll have a bed.”

Willy stood and put his hands on the desk examining you, transferring his weight, “no.”

“I’m sorry, no?” You were shocked, he caught you stealing and isn’t going to call you in?

“No, there’s something about you. You intrigued me when I first saw you walk in. I’m not going to call the new chief of police. I’m actually going to give you twenty silver sovereigns.” Willy said as he opened the drawer with the money inside of it.

Flabbergasted, shocked, surprised, there weren’t any other words to describe it. You were stealing from him, and now he was giving you money? What kind of man is this? Well…a cute one, but that’s besides the point.

“I can see your shock, my mom raised me well before she passed. If you want to steal a small piece of chocolate, you must be desperate, please take it.” Willy said handing you the sovereigns, a pink flush presenting high upon his cheeks.

“Of all the times to be caught,” you whispered, glancing up in time to seem him removing his coat and hat, “at least it was by someone nice.” A faint blush forming on your cheeks as well.

Willy smiled as he walked around in front of you, “I don’t want you sleeping wherever you are, you can work here, there’s an extra room, we could put a bed in there or something.”

“I can’t believe you’re offering me anything, you could’ve had me arrested.” You told him, examining his brunette curls framing his face for the first time.

“I was taught to help someone in need, and you seem like a good person, you just need a little help. No shame in that, I was caught by Scrubitt and Bleacher when I first arrived. I needed help too. Look at this place, I have more than enough sovereigns to help you out right now.” Willy whispered inching closer to you, as he held out his hand.

Your eyes welled up with tears, no one had been this kind to you in a while, “you have no clue how much this means to me.”

“Well, then you’ll just have to stay here until I know.” Wonka smiled as he leaned in to press his lips to yours.

Let’s just say, you never had to worry about sovereigns or spend another night on that bench ever again.

#wonka x reader #fanfic #timothée chalamet #willy wonka #wonka #wonka 2023 #wonka movie #i love him #he has my heart #the way he says chocolate itches my brain #chalamet wonka #willy wonka x reader

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Already Gone || MV1 {6}

Pairing: Max Verstappen x spy!fem!reader Summary: The brief moment of quiet comes to an end when Ferrari go on the attack for retribution. Warnings: 18+ only, oral, smut, violence WC: 2.7k

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You had fired the warning shot and there was nothing to be done but wait and see how Ferrari would respond to their stocks plummeting.

With no races for the next two weeks you had too much spare time that it left you itching to do something, anything. After years of living life on a whim, moving from place to place faster than Max with his DRS, all this time at home was taking some getting used to.

The house was tidy, the laundry was done, you even started to log into the dark web to see if there were any jobs waiting before realising that it wasn’t your job anymore. You were part of a small team that worked under the very loose term of security but reported directly to Christian. With Ferrari scrambling for sponsors to finance their team, it had been relatively quiet for you in recent weeks.

After pottering around in the kitchen you decided it was five o’clock somewhere in the world and broke out the blender. Armed with two cocktails, and nothing left to keep you busy while Max streamed, you made your way upstairs and decided to watch his race with the rest of the Redline team.

You saw his smile grow in the small box in the corner of his screen when he spotted you pass through the doorway behind him and he risked crashing as he steered with one hand so the other could pull you onto his lap.

“I wondered when you would get bored,” he commented as he continued leading the race. 

“It seemed the perfect excuse for some day drinking,” you said as you held his glass up to his lips so he could take a sip as he steered.

“Oh fuck, that’s strong,” he said with a cough before taking another drink anyway.

The chat box started to go crazy with the amount of comments coming through and you scanned over them until one caught your eye and you snorted a laugh.

user1: Max, I hacked your computer and have your sex tape. Pay me €1m or I’ll release it.

“No one can get past my firewalls, but nice try!” you said before you leant towards the camera and childishly poked your tongue out. 

“Babe, babe,” Max called as he shifted around trying to see the screen before his car crashed and he threw his hands in the air, nearly sending the drinks flying. “Ah, come on." His head dropped to your shoulder with a groan before he placed a quick kiss in the same spot. "Gianni says thanks.”

user2: Uh-oh! Someone’s in trouble now. user3: Y/N coming and ruining it for the rest of us.

“I was just giving the other guys a chance to win,” you said for the chat before turning to Max and kissing his cheek, “so your friends will still want to play with you.”

user4: such a mommy thing to say user5: Did everyone else miss the fact Y/N just confirmed they made a sex tape!

Since Max no longer needed his arms to drive, they curled around your waist as he read the comments with you, answering some questions along the way. 

“No, we haven't…well, not on purpose,” he said as he saw the last comment. “I forget how many security cameras she has set up around the house and there’s always new ones, so it just happens.”

user3: Sounds like Y/N is keeping Max in prison. Blink twice if you need help.

His laugh teased your skin as he rested his chin on your shoulder and unplugged his headphones so you could hear Gianni and Diogo teasing him.

“Alright,” he cut them off with a roll of his eyes when they took things too far as always happened. “That's enough internet for one day, I’m going to go and get drunk with my lovely warden.”

“That’s sarcasm, for those about to call the police,” you pointed out as you held his bored face up to the camera. “I know it’s hard to tell with this stoic, handsome face.”

Max chuckled as he closed the platform and you shifted on his lap to get more comfortable. “Are there any videos?”

“Oh, without a doubt,” you confirmed after finishing your drink while you thought of all the places in the house you had gotten carried away with each other. “I haven’t actually checked though, but now I just might. Maybe I can make a video for when you’re away.”

“For you or for me?” he asked as his hands ran up your thighs slowly.

“I might share with you if you ask me nicely.”

The sim chair went sliding back before Max stood up with you in his arms and he navigated the hall to cage you beneath him on the bed. You could taste the gin on his tongue before he trailed his lips down your neck and across your collarbone.

“Is this you asking?”

He hummed his answer against your skin and his fingers popped the button on your jeans. “Nicely.”

“You certainly know how to get your way,” you praised, lifting your hips so he could drag them down your legs before you sat up just long enough to pull your shirt off.

“I learned from the best,” he teased with a wink before he tugged your body to the edge of the bed and fell to his knees between your spread legs. His breath was warm on your thighs and the short hairs that shadowed his cheeks left you writhing before his lips even made contact.

“Maxxxxx,” you whined as he kissed everywhere except where you needed it most.

“Yes?”

You pushed yourself up on your elbows so you could see the smirk on his lips. “This is not my definition of ‘nicely’.”

“Patience, liefje.”

“Patience was never my strongest virtue,” you warned before you used a move that was meant for close combat and ended with Max on his back on the carpet and you straddling his chest. “I want you.”

“I can see that,” he chuckled as his hands gripped your thighs and pulled you higher up his body, lining your centre with his lips. “Impatient little minx.”

You moaned as his tongue finally found your sweet spot after all the teasing and your hips rolled as you buried your hands in his hair and rode his face.

You had never had a lover like him, one that was more focused on your pleasure than his own. One orgasm wasn’t enough, he wanted you weak and overstimulated, your arousal running down his chin as he held your hips tightly so you couldn’t escape his tongue.

Your body was more than wet enough to take him when he kicked his shorts away and you sunk down his hard length. But your cunt was tight from the orgasms and the air left your lungs as he filled you so deeply it was almost to the point of pain.

“Need a moment?” he asked as his thumb reached between your legs and found your clit.

You did but, as he said, you were impatient and planted your palms on his chest as you slowly started to ease yourself up and down his cock. The sounds of your breathing changed as pleasure began to build and Max grinned as he gripped your hips knowing you were ready for more. He shifted beneath you, his knees bending so he could have the leverage he needed before he slammed up into you.

You cried his name out as your bodies slapped together and his strong hands bounced you in time to his thrusts. Every stroke dragged him along your walls that fluttered around him and you swore in ecstasy as his head hit your cervix.

Sweat beaded on your forehead, your legs trembled uncontrollably and you could barely open your eyes when his hold finally eased. There was no way you were going to be able to make it to the bed as you rolled off his body and collapsed to the carpet beside him

You were just about to open your mouth and ask him to drag the bedsheet down to the floor when your smartwatch lit up on your wrist. The alert was for the silent alarm that had been triggered on the perimeter of the property and all the oxytocin and dopamine released thanks to Max was replaced with adrenaline. Strength flooded back to you as you rose to your feet and grabbed a white shirt of Max’s that was close by.

“Lock the door behind me,” you ordered Max with a whisper as he noticed the change instantly. “And call Christian.”

“What’s going on?” he asked, pulling his shorts up as he made his way to the door too.

“Someone’s in the house.” You grabbed his shoulder as he went to step out of the room and pushed him aside. “Do not leave the room until I’m back. This is my job.”

“You’re my girlfriend, I’m not going to let you go alone.”

“Right now I’m your security,” you hissed quietly as you watched the camera feed in the small device, “and I will knock you out if it means keeping you safe.”

He held his palms up and took a step back into the room until you nodded in satisfaction. “Be safe.”

The worry in his tone brought a small smile to your face. “Always.” The door clicked shut behind you before the lock slid into place and the smile faded. It was time to go hunting.

You swiped across the device on your arm, flipping through all the cameras to determine there were three men in the house. They were still on the ground floor and making their way around each corner with the ease of a group that was used to working together.

Pulling Max’s shirt over your body, you wished you had time to at least put on a pair of panties. That was the last thought you spared before gripping the handrail of the stairs and shutting out everything but the task ahead of you. These men would not make it to the stairs, they would not make it to your bedroom, they would not make it to Max.

You timed it perfectly.

The billowing shirt caught the air as you leapt over the handrail and crashed feet first onto the man who had stepped into your path. He was lucky he didn’t look up because Max would have probably killed him for what be would have seen. Instead your heel connected with his head and he was a crumpled heap on the floor before you had even got back on your feet.

“She’s in here! You, find Verstappen and break his fucking hands.”

You dropped your hips low as you spun to face the voice behind you, tucking your head behind your forearms as a fist tried to kiss your cheek. The blow glanced off your arm but the crunch on knuckles on plastic rendered your smartwatch broken.

“Dick,” you growled as you lost the camera feed, and the position of the third asshole who had broken into your home. Angered even more so, you took the offensive and attacked.

The man was well trained as he dipped and dodged your 1-2 combo but he wasn’t expecting the furious headbutt you threw when he stepped in for a body shot. Light exploded behind your eyes as the man stumbled back with a groan before he stabilised himself with the wall.

“You’re a scrapper, aren’t you?” he laughed as he wiped the blood from his forehead before it ran into his eyes.

“Raised in the streets, sweetcheeks,” you smirked. If it wasn’t for the gin and adrenaline your head would probably be aching beyond belief but you couldn’t feel it just yet. “Who hired you?”

“I’m not going to tell you.”

“Worth a try,” you said with a shrug. “At least I know there’s no reason to leave any of you conscious.”

This time when the man attacked you didn’t try to stop him, you let him shove his weight into you and took him with you to the floor. Your knees caught his gut and when the momentum shifted, you pushed up with all your strength and sent him barreling into the solid oak front door. The wood cracked under the hit it took and you waited a moment to see if the man would rise.

A sound of annoyance rumbled from your throat as he tried to crawl on his knees and you shook your head. “You have one hard head, sweetcheeks.”

“Fuck. You,” he spat back, using the door handle to pull himself up.

“No, thanks,” you swung your knee up and knocked the air out of him, satisfied he wouldn’t be trying to get up again when he slumped to the floor. “I have taste.”

A shadow crossed the floor from the other end of the hall and you spun around to see the last assailant darting from the kitchen to the living room. Aiming to cut him off, you took the other archway into the large room and found him armed with a very expensive vase.

“We weren’t interrupting something, were we?” he asked as he eyed up the length of skin showing beneath Max’s shirt and you pulled the material back into place as you narrowed your eyes at him.

“Lucky for you we had just finished. If not, your friends would be dead.”

The vase was a gift from Max’s mother no less, and the man threw it at your head. You were torn between trying to catch it and self preservation but self preservation won as you slid out of the trajectory and it shattered across the living room floor. Shards went flying and Achilles hissed as he shot off the couch with the fright.

That’s when you saw red.

A sound akin to a warcry erupted from you as you ran and tackled the man around the waist, shoving your shoulder into his ribs as you both went down.

“You.” Your fist splattered blood across the carpet as it broke his nose. “Scared.” The skin on your knuckles split with a hard punch to the man’s side. “My.” Your nose wrinkled at the sound of his ribs cracking. “Cat!” You fell back on your heels panting as the man struggled to breathe.

The rapid thumping of feet running down the stairs had you rushing back to your feet thinking there was a fourth intruder but it was Max who skidded around the corner.

“You’re meant to wait for me,” you said as the fight left you exhausted and you swayed on your feet.

His arms were there to catch you and he scooped you off your feet and he kissed your sweaty forehead. “I heard you scream.”

“They scared Achilles,” you said with a wince at the touch and he pulled back, his eyes widening as he saw the swelling of the bruise beginning.

“You’re hurt.” The living room gave way to the kitchen and Max placed you on the countertop as he grabbed the first aid kit from under the bench.

“I might have a headache.”

“Stop being so tough,” he warned as he cracked the rapid ice pack open and placed it to your head. “Brett’s on his way, so is Christian.”

You bit your lip as he wiped your knuckles with disinfectant and the alcohol burned the cuts before he gently wrapped them with gauze.

“Does this mean we have to move?” he asked as he stepped between your legs and took over holding the ice pack in place. It was almost hard to imagine that on the other side of the wall there were three men unconscious when he stood in such an intimate position.

Your head snapped back to look him in the eyes. “No, this is my home. I’ll be damned if I let anyone take that away from me again.”

He swallowed before nodding in agreement. “Okay, then teach me to fight.”

Your eyebrows shot up your forehead and you winced as it sparked fresh pain. “What?”

“This is our home. I’m not going to let you defend it alone, again.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips as the doorbell rang and Brett called out. “This is my fight too.”

“Your fight with Ferrari is out on the track.”

“Not anymore.”

Click here for chapter seven.

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[birdiewriteslit]

“morning after”

eddie roundtree x fem!reader

part 2 to “driving me crazy”

little drabble but still fun

request by: @beckinator7

When you entered the kitchen that morning, Karen was already having breakfast at the table. You opened the fridge and ran a tired hand over your face while deciding what to eat.

She eyed your attire suspiciously. Boxers and a large t-shirt. “Sleep well?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah,” you said, taking a loaf of bread from the fridge and sticking two slices in the toaster.

Of course, Karen knew what happened the night before, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a little fun with it. “So, whose clothes are those?”

“Mine,” you lied, keeping your back faced to her so she couldn’t see your face.

“You like Bay City Rollers and wearing men’s boxers?”

The toast popped out and you grabbed it hastily. “Jeez, that’s hot,” you said, purposely ignoring the question.

“You know, I have a distinct memory of you saying you hate Bay City Rollers. Funny thing about that, I also remember Eddie wearing that shirt while you yelled at him about it.”

“Well, maybe his laundry got mixed with mine in the wash.” You didn’t look at her, focused on buttering your toast.

She took a bite of her muffin. “Either that or you’re screwing him.”

You set the knife down and stared at her. “Jesus, Karen. We are at the breakfast table.”

She shrugged. “I think it’s important for us women to be open and comfortable with our sexualities.”

“I’m. . .comfortable. In other settings.” You took a nervous bite of toast.

“I also think it’s important to acknowledge that you didn’t deny that you’re screwing him.” She hid her laugh behind her coffee mug as you grimaced.

Eddie walked in just in time and stood behind Karen’s chair. “You’re screwing someone and I didn’t know?” His mouth curved into a teasing cheshire grin that only you could see.

He circled the table and brushed your shoulders with his hands as he slid behind your chair. An awkward silence overtook the room. Karen pressed her hand to her mouth to stop herself from laughing. You gestured for her to cut it out, but her body continued to shake with silent laughter.

Eddie looked over his shoulder from the pantry with one eyebrow raised. “You girls don’t have to stop talking now that I’m here.”

That was the breaking point. Karen bursted out in a hysterical fit of laughter while you covered your face with your hands, shaking your head in embarrassment.

Eddie stifled his laugh while pouring himself a bowl of cereal. He sat in the chair next to you. You peeked through your fingers and caught the proud look on his face. He thought this was so funny.

“Good morning, ladies,” Warren said cheerily as he strode into the room, Graham following close behind.

Graham nudged Eddie as he walked past him. “Fun night?” He smirked at him while pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“Yeah, actually,” he replied, glancing at you with a sly smile.

Your face was feeling wildly hot with more people in the room commenting on your sex life. If there’s one thing you learned from this, it was to be quiet next time, or never do it in this house.

It didn’t help that Eddie wasn’t the slightest bit embarrassed about this. He was cocky, really. When he looked at you, his smile suggested that you were doing something secret when, in reality, everyone was aware.

“Woah, Y/n. What’s that big ugly thing on your neck?” Warren said, sitting on your other side.

Your head jerked up in alarm. “What?”

Graham craned his neck to get a better look. “Actually, it looks like there’s more than one.” He snickered. Karen snorted and covered her mouth immediately.

“That’s real interesting, Y/n,” Warren said, feigning innocence. “Maybe you should get that checked out.” His laugh broke out mid sentence and caused a chain reaction of laughter from Graham and Karen.

Your face was hot to the touch. Eddie was laughing under his breath. “Would you stop? I’m gonna kill all of you.”

“Pretty sure you’ve said that to me before.” Eddie attempted to suppress his laugh while looking at you. “And obviously that didn’t happen.”

Karen slapped a hand on the table, full on cackling. You smacked Eddie’s shoulder and cursed at him. “I actually hate you.”

Warren was doing a mix of laughing and coughing. “Bet that’s not what you said last night.”

You gaped at him. “Oh, my God, Warren. There’s something wrong with you.”

“Y/n and Eddie sitting in a tree,” Graham sang.

“Shut up!” You pressed your head into your hands again, desperately trying to ignore the unanimous laughter throughout the room.

#eddie roundtree x reader #eddie loving x reader #eddie roundtree fanfic #eddie roundtree #eddie roundtree fanfiction #eddie loving #eddie loving fanfiction #daisy jones and the six #daisy jones x reader #daisy jones #djats #daisy jones fanfiction #daisy jones fanfic #daisy jones & the six #dj&ts #karen sirko #graham dunne #warren rhodes #warren rojas

[mountingpulisic]

FAR FROM DONE PART TWO

warnings : smut

part one

as soon as the sound of thunder rippled through the house, mason knew he was finally going to have the upper hand. 

you had absolutely hated thunderstorms. 

ever since you were little, they scared you beyond belief. always needing another warm body to offer you comfort and soothe your anxiety when it came to bearing the storm. 

smiling devilishly to himself as he folded his laundry, mason mentally thanked the meteorologist that spoke on the television, he was advising everyone to stay indoors and seek shelter due to the intensity of the storm. . 

peeking over his shoulder to look at you, mason’s ego soared as you nervously diverted your attention from him back to the television. 

“oh look at that love, weather guy saying it’s supposed to get real nasty.” emphasizing the word nasty as he cutely scrunched up his nose. 

he couldn’t hold back the grin on his face.

the last time a storm traveled over the city of cobham, you two kept yourselves distracted by the one thing you were withholding from him.

sex 

he hoped that the arrival of this storm was the push that you needed to finally end this stupid silent treatment you’ve been giving him for the past nine days. 

he was sexually frustrated beyond belief. growing tired of using his hand to do a job that your mouth had already perfected. 

gleefully imagining how the rest of the night was going to play out, mason skipped up the stairs to your shared bedroom to store away his clothing, his smile only growing when he heard you follow close behind. 

shuffling into the bedroom, you were sure to keep a healthy but comfortable distance between the two of you. 

you knew mason was absolutely loving the thought of this storm occurring and you finally having to talk to him. 

you thought of any other possible resolutions that could keep your anxiety about the storm at bay, however you came up empty handed. 

taking a stroll down memory lane, you remembered back to the actions that kept your mind preoccupied as the storm traveled through, you couldn’t help but to bite your lip as you suppress a moan. 

you would never tell him, but you were equally touch deprived as him. you thought with the silent treatment you could’ve at least remained stabled with the help of your vibrator, but mason had caught wind of you pleasuring yourself one night and took it upon himself to hide it. 

you had torn the bedroom apart looking for it as he smugly watched you while brushing his teeth, if he wasn’t able to enjoy a proper orgasm, neither were you. 

mind snapping back to reality when you heard yet another gust of wind against the house, you began to feel yourself panic. you wanted to keep up the silence between the two of you, you needed to teach him a lesson about his careless flirting but the way your heart had begun to pick up speed, you decided it wouldn’t hurt to wave the white flag just for tonight. 

“mase.” you whispered,  eyes beginning to roll when he pretended as if he didn’t hear you. 

“mason.” you spoke sterner, causing the golden boy to act clueless as he looked up from the dresser drawer “the storm.” you gestured outside, as if he didn’t notice the heavy rain and gusting winds. 

before he could deliver a smart ass comment, the lights had flickered off as the boom of thunder hit. 

jumping slightly and letting out a small scream, mason was quick in approaching your side and engulfing you into his arms. 

“hey, it’s okay. im right here.” he spoke softly into your hair, rubbing small circles into the bottom of your back. “i’m right here.” 

to say you didn’t miss his embrace would be a lie, you had missed that more than anything. mason had always been an amazing at comforting people, as if his arms alone diminished any sense of worry that ran through your body.

tugging you closer into him, mason began to make way towards the bed, sitting down on the edge as he pulled you to stand between his spreaded legs, rubbing your arms.

“everything is going to be okay, the weatherman said it should subside in the next hour or two.” 

how in the world were you suppose to keep your mind off the raging storm for the next two hours?

it was as if mason read your mind as his fingers began to stroke back and forth on your exposed legs before settling on your ass where he gave it a firm squeeze. 

you wanted to protest, you wanted to tell him that he was out of his mind if he thought you were going to let him shag you and he hasn’t even apologized for his behavior yet. 

keyword there being wanted.

your mouth betrayed you as you let out a breathy moan that mason took as confirmation to continue his journey on exploring your body, grasping you from behind your thighs as he pulled you into the position of straddling him. 

mason began placing delicate kisses alongside your neck, sucking the skin occasionally as he grinded his hard on up into your clothed heat, body aching for some type of relief. 

separating his lips from your neck, he tugged lightly at the bottom of your shirt, signaling to you that he wanted it off. sitting up straight, you slowly disposed of your garment. your eyes never broke contact with him as he stared at you as if you were prey. 

hungrily looking at your bare chest, mason thought about how much he had missed the sight of them. leaving little to his imagination as you had opted out of wearing a bra around the house these past few days. wanting to rile him up as he took note of how your nipples pierced through due to the ac that blasted through the house. 

pulling you back into him, his mouth was eager to indulge in your now newly uncovered nipple that hung over him, sucking on the flesh as his hands traveled back down to your body, squeezing your ass harder than before when he heard your seductive moans grace his ears. 

“oh i have missed this, baby girl.” mason moaned out as you grinded harder into him, causing a gasp to escape. lips connecting to his, you muted his moans. soft lips colliding together while your tongues fought for dominance as they explored each other's mouths, making up for lost time. 

breaking the kiss, you fisted a handful of his shirt upwards so you could begin giving him open mouthed love bites down his chest to his low abdomen, painfullying going slow when making your way down to where mason needed you the most. 

fingers finding refuge on the waistband of his sweats, you began to pull them down, springing free his red aching erection that was leaking precum. 

mason stifled a moan at the relief from the confined pants, hands collecting your hair as you took him into your mouth, submerging as much of him as you can. 

damn, his hand was nothing compared to your tongue.

bopping at a rapid pace up and down his length, mason’s spare hand gripped the bed sheets beside him, holding himself back from ejaculating. wanting to feel himself inside you before he disbursed his seed. 

“just like that babygirl, you’re doing such a good job.” he praised you breathlessly, eyes shut tight as he zoned in on the feeling of your wet mouth around his deprived member, bucking his hips up when he heard you gag lightly. 

“god, baby. you don’t know how much i missed that pretty mouth of yours.” 

watching him through your eyelashes, mason was a whimpering mess; he could’ve died right there and been a happy man just by how your mouth was working him.

feeling his climax approach as his breathing became irregular, drool started to exit the corners of your mouth as you picked up the pace, wanting his sweet moans to fill the air as he released. 

“thank god for the storm, it caused for my babygirl to stop being a brat.” 

he heard the loud pop first before he realized the lack of warmth around his member, opening his eyes, he was met with you hurriedly getting off of your knees and picking up your discarded shirt. 

“y/n, baby, what are you doing?” his face was flushed as he sat up, hair sticking in different direction as he tried to grab ahold of you before you left the room. 

“i’m not a fucking brat, mount.” you spoke, tugging your shirt back over your head as you stomped off and exited into the bathroom.

hearing the shower turn on, mason frustratedly hit the mattress before his hands covered his face as he let out a groan. he was going to have to finish the job yet again.

pumping himself slowly, trying to regain the sensation.

he thought the silent treatment was done, he thought that after you were submissive to his touches he was out of the doghouse.

he thought that after nine long painful days, he was finally going to be able to get his dick probably wet.

yet, you had declined him an orgasm, running off as soon as he called you that word again.

"fucking brat." mason whispered to himself, stopping his hand movements altogether, accepting the fact that he wasn't going to find relief anytime soon.

laying down in bed, he realized he had enough.

he was tired of your attitude, the way you would walk around the house in little to nothing taunting him.

he was tired of having to sleep with a stupid pillow wall between the two of you, one that you had made so he wouldn't be able to properly cuddle you, let alone touch you.

he was tired.

collecting his sweatpants that were pooled at his ankles, mason started his journey towards the bathroom where you seaked shelter from him.

as far as he was concerned, this little game you two were playing was about to be over.

part three

a/n: mason just can't keep that mouth shut, smh. i hope you guys enjoyed it! part three will be posted sometime this weekend!

#mason mount fanfic #mason mount x y/n #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount

[mrswolffs-blog]

bestie can I request toto with a black!femreader? he’s just so daddy😩that video of him surfing?! *debby Ryan hair tuck* got me all in my Toto feels😪

Idiot: Toto Wolff x Black!Reader

TW: Cursing, Slapping (non abusive!)

The morning had just started as the sun had risen, lighting up the bedroom that belongs to the Wolff family, Y/n and Toto. Y/n was never one to be excited about mornings as she would rather sleep through the morning and work through the evening into the night; however she knew that staying in wouldn’t get the chores and multiple emails waiting for replies done so she dragged herself up and into the bathroom for a shower.

Upon her return from getting dressed and walking around the house to collect the things she needed, Y/n noticed that her husband who should’ve been at home with her wasn’t in the house yet he left his phone on the counter in the kitchen. Dropping everything in the living room, she went out to the sides of the house, to the garden in the front and had gotten no sight of her husband, she made her way around to the back thinking that he might’ve been relaxing at the poolside or even on a conference call with the team, but dear Lord was she so wrong.

Y/n walked out to find her significant other down at the sea, surfing his heart away with the widest grin mixed with concentration on his face. She was so mad at him yet did nothing as she watched him endanger himself even worse than before as his eyes caught hers and after a couple of minutes, his surf was over and he was on his way to get cleaned up.

Returning to the house walking with his crutches, Toto wasn’t surprised when he was met in the living room by his infuriated wife who was glaring at him from across the room. “Hey schatz, did you sleep good?” He asked trying to distract her from being upset. “Yes I did in fact sleep good. Thanks for asking, but you know what didn’t feel good? The fact that my husband seems to be out to give me a fucking heart attack by doing some of the dumbest shit I’ve ever witnessed on this planet called Earth. Why the hell would you go surfing while injured?! First you went bike riding, now you’ve got a broken arm and leg-mind you this isn’t the first time! Your forearm and leg are in braces for Christ’s sake! If you fell into the water your ass wouldn’t be able to fucking swim! What is wrong with you?! Why do you keep trying to kill me before my time?! I’m way much younger than you but it seems you want me to leave this world before you, huh?!” Y/n scolded her husband as she spanked him on his good arm with her hands.

“Schatz I’m sorry. I really didn’t think your mind would go that far, I thought of it as a harmless morning surf” Toto explained but it fell on deaf ears to his wife who noticed him wincing everyone he moved an injured body part but chose to keep silent. “You see, this is why women live longer than men cause y’all just jump into anything without weighing the pro and cons. You literally have surgery in a few weeks and it’s like you want to make your injuries worse than better so guess what, maybe I’ll call and have them cancel the surgeries, yeah?” Y/n replied sarcastically as he sat down on the couch to rest while Y/n went to start the laundry.

An hour and a half later, Y/n was sat on one end of the couch with her laptop in hand typing away, while Toto sat at the other end obviously now feeling the painful effect of his stupidity from earlier. “Y/n/n my leg hurts!” He whined as Y/n only looked at him briefly before shaking her head and refocusing on her task. “Y/n I know you heard me, please help me. My arm and my leg are hurting! The pain sticks!” He cries this time as tears poured from his eyes, showing that he very well regretted his past decision.

“I’m sorry Mr.I can do anything no matter my condition, I am unable to assist at this time as I’m on my lunch break” Y/n sassed at him. She allowed him to wallow in regret for a couple more minutes before she got up to get his medications and the necessary items to help with the pain. “Here, take a bite of this. Swallow the pills, then you finish eating it.” Y/n instructed as she iced and elevated her husband’s swelling leg. Toto did as instructed and rested his head after everything was done while he waited for the pain to subside.

After a while the pain had been fully gone and Y/n was now resting next to him as they watched some Tom and Jerry to occupy their time. “Thank you schatz for your help, your patience, your love and your kindness. I know that I am a lot of work but you manage me so well.” Toto expressed as his wife listened calmly on the verge of sleep. “You’re welcome sweetheart. I just hope that you’ve learnt your lesson and that something like this will not happen again?” She inquired from her husband “Of course not darling, I promise to stress you a little less. I love you” he giggled out his answer “I love you too you idiot” Y/n joined his giggle in reply while peacefully falling asleep, knowing that no matter what he promised, she would still be getting regular heart attacks in the future all because of her love for him.

#toto wolff #toto wolff angst #toto wolff imagine #toto wolff x y/n #toto wolff x oc #toto wolff x reader #toto wolff x you #toto wolff fanfic #toto wolff fluff

[ccalhoun]

≻ ┄┄ ♡ ┄┄ ≺

carlisle cullen x m!werewolf! reader

warnings: male reader, werewolf reader, imprinting, twilight lore, omegaverse?, forbidden love, reader gets hit by a car lol, love confessions??, esme doesnt exist (still love her tho)

wc: 2.1k

cut for length!

you drove into town in your dad's truck, old and slow. your family hated going into town, and you never understood why, which is why you were on a sort of errands run for them. of course you knew of the cullens in all of their vampire-ness but you never found it as much of a problem, what were the chances you'd run into them anyways?

the laundry list of things to do was long, longer than you'd expected, so last minute you called your friend jess to help keep you company on your long day ahead of you. you picked her up from her cute but humble house and headed towards the first place on your list, newton's olympic outfitter's. "aren't you and one of the newton boys together? mike, right?" you asked as you looked at the list on the seat next to you while pulling out of jess' driveway. it'd been awhile since the last time you'd hung out even though you considered jess to be one of your closer friends, the reservation didn't get good enough phone reception to call as frequently as she wanted.

"uh, no, we broke up actually," she mumbled quickly from the passenger seat next to you. "oh, damn, sorry. what a bitch," you added the last part jokingly, trying to cheer up from the topic. you both laughed it off and continued the drive until you got there, continuing your conversation as you walked into the store. "i just need to get a few things for my sibling(s) and dad, shouldn't take too long," you assured her as you quickly found the first thing on your list. the day went mostly like this, stopping by random shops for the few odd items before the final store on the list, just getting a few groceries that are cheaper to buy in forks. you entered the store and followed the routine as normal, getting whatever you needed and getting out as soon as possible.

caught up in your conversation with jess, you hadn't even noticed the small red car speeding through the parking lot. everything happened so fast all you can remember is walking with jess, hearing her scream, and then being on the ground of the parking lot. "tyler! what the fuck is your problem!" jess yells, you only vaguely hear it before she rushes over to help you sit up. "at least call an ambulance asshole, don't just stand there with your door open!" you heard her yell again before she started to check on you.

before you knew it, you were being taken into an ambulance and rushed to the hospital. the hospital. a shiver runs down your spine and you hear the heart rate monitor pick up its beeping as you realized you're going to the one place in forks where you have been forbidden to go by your family.

you start panicking, trying to get out of the ambulance in any way you can.

"hey, calm down, we're going to put you under for the rest of the ride, okay? we can't help you if you don't let us," you hear the nurse in the back with you say after trying to get you to stop freaking out.

you woke again in a hospital bed, the smell of medicine invading your nostrils immediately and making you sneeze.

"ah, you're awake, and just in time. the doctor's on his way right now." the same female nurse says before finishing up on writing your vitals and waiting for the doctor. your heart drops when you hear her mention him, no doubt it was carlisle cullen. what if he killed you in the hospital, right there, he probably had manipulation powers to make everyone think nothing happened.

"i don't need a doctor, i'm fine, let me go," you rush out as fast as possible while trying to sit up, the action only making you dizzy as the nurse gently laid you back down.

"once the doctor says you're fine you can leave. you only have minimal bruising and a few cuts, you'll be out of here in the blink of an eye," the nurse comforted you, and it seemingly worked as the heart rate monitor went back to normal. you took deep breaths, only a few minutes with the monster and you'd be able to leave and never go into forks again.

you heard footsteps approaching and turned your head to the door, the door knob turned and your heart dropped again, fear pulsing in your veins more than it ever has before. then he stepped into the room and you were filled with a new feeling, your heart started beating faster, and it was like you had tunnel vision on him and him alone. you couldn't hear the busy sounds of the hospital, and you surely didn't notice the nurse standing too close for your liking anymore. the first thing your brain registered was that the doctor had the best smell you've ever encountered, like vanilla, honey, and lavender all at once.

"-use me, sir?" the nurse said, only hearing the last part of whatever she was saying. you adjusted back to reality quicker than you wanted, then you noticed the doctor standing in front you, trying to get your attention for an unknown amount of time.

"cullen," was all you managed to squeak out, staring with wide eyes at the man in front of you. he was better looking than anyone you'd ever seen, like god himself graced the doctor's face. he wasn't what you expected from the stories you've been told. you were told his eyes were empty and loveless, but as you looked at him his eyes were warm and more full of love than a father seeing his newborn baby for the first time.

"i see you're from the reservation, brave of you to come here," his voice was angelic, like he was singing a song only for your ears to hear. you gave him an alarmed look before you could stop yourself, was he threatening you? was your pack right?

"what?" you stuttered out and you were met with a soft, too soft to be real, chuckle and a warm smile from the doctor. "i don't see many of you in the hospital, i was starting to think you've all been avoiding it because of me,"

"they have," your words came before your brain could filter them, his frown was quick and the cutest frown you've ever seen, the kind of frown that made you want to hold him and kiss it away. "sorry, just something the tribe elders told us to do, it's not like any of us hate you," you stumbled over your words, and lied through your teeth. some of the members of your pack hated the cullens like they'd been personally attacked by them. the smile on his lips made your heart skip a beat, which was well documented from the heart monitor you nearly forgot about.

the doctor, carlisle you think, shone a light in your eyes, and then checked your ears, and listened to your heartbeat. his hand was on your chest, and you're sure he could hear the affect it had on you.

"well, good news, you can be released and you already talked to the police so there's no need for you to stay." you didn't think it was possible but your heart dropped again, you'd almost wished you got hurt worse so you could spend more time with him. "i'll finish this paperwork and get it on file as soon as possible, you should be able to leave within the hour. is there anything else you need?" you barely heard the rest of his sentence, still focusing on the fact that you wouldn't be able to stay around the doctor for longer.

"um, would it be possible to talk to you? in private?" you asked sheepishly. you were 110% sure you were imprinting on him, and you were even more sure he was definitely a vampire. you didn't hear any heartbeat, and you were quick to notice his larger than normal canine teeth. your question was met with another warm smile that made your heart restart and a nod.

"yes, of course, let me get you unhooked from the equipment and i'll walk you to my office, okay?" his voice was soft and reassuring, like he knew what you were going through. there was no way he knew that much about werewolves, right? just as he said, he helped you get the various wires off and led you to his office. his door read 'doctor carlisle cullen', you had remembered his name correctly. he opened the door and held it open for you, the gentleman you could only dream of. he closed the door gently but swiftly behind himself.

"please, take a seat. what were you wondering about?" he asked sweetly as he took his own seat and set a few papers before himself. you didn't plan to get this far, you hadn't figured out what you were going to say, so you just said what came to mind first, "i know you're a vampire," your words came out jumbled. he stared at you with a blank look, millions of thoughts racing through his head. you picked up on his reaction and rushed out the rest, "i'm not gonna expose you, everyone in the pack knows," hardly comforting, but better than him thinking you want to ruin his life. he let out a small noise of understanding, and that itself made your heart skip another beat.

"what is it you came here to tell me?" his voice was colder now, but still melodic like he planned his words for centuries.

"i'm sure you know about, you know, the whole werewolf thing," you paused as you spoke, looking at him to gather his reaction, and he nodded to signal you to continue speaking. "do you know anything about... imprinting?" you whispered the last word like it was poisonous.

"ah, you came to ask about that. i can try to help as much as i can, but wouldn't you prefer someone from your tribe to explain it to you?" carlisle's words were soft and understanding, with a hint of genuine curiosity.

"no, uhm, hold on i think i need a minute," you stuttered out, trying to figure out the least awkward way to explain you think he's your soulmate. you thought for a minute, carefully putting a sentence together before speaking again.

"doctor cullen," you started, "carlisle, i think i," your voice was caught in your throat, but you tried your best to finish you sentence. "i think i imprinted on you," you ripped off the band-aid and rushed it out. you stared at your shoes, though you'd rather be looking at carlisle's godly beautiful face. after a moment of silence you peeked a look at his face to gather if he was upset or not. you couldn't pinpoint the emotion on his face, shock? fear? anger? your heart started beating at an irregular pace again, "i-i'm so sorry, i'll go," you felt tears in your eyes and started to gather the small bag of belongings you were given before his voice stopped you.

"no, no, you're okay. i'm sorry, i didn't know that was possible," for once his words didn't seem as well thought out, it was jarring but his words flowed together as beautiful as always. "and you're sure?" he asked.

"yes, i think, i don't know. i haven't felt this way before, it's just like it was described to me. like you're the only person who actually matters anymore," you spoke freely, which surprised you.

"hm, well, i'm new to this too, we can figure it out together," carlisle's voice was warmer than ever, you felt like a blanket was being placed over you. you smiled and were going to stand up when he was suddenly standing right next to you, you jumped slightly and he let out a playful laugh, his laugh was beautiful, like angels singing in a choir. "apologies, forgot to warn you,"

you stood up and hugged yourself to him, his arms wrapped around you in the best hug you've ever had. he was cold, but you were sure you were warm enough for the both of you. you never wanted to separate from it, and let out a whine when he pulled away, surprising yourself more than you thought you could today.

"i'll tell the hospital something happened with one of the kids and we can talk about this more, if you're okay with it," you agreed quickly, the other patients could wait, how much trouble could happen in forks while you hog him for a little?

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#carlisle cullen x reader #carlisle cullen #carlisle cullen x male reader #male reader #carlisle cullen x you #twilight x you #fluff

[mrghostrat]

dude. that reverse bnf fic sounds SO fucking good… the ideas u have cooking up in there… i’m excited just thinking abt it ASKFNKF

YAAAS THANK YOU

i had more thoughts today... thinkin of the ask i got about the "i'll always know the stain was there" scene and how i've never written that before. which. ofc. turned into more ace porn.

Aziraphale spills wine on himself at Crowley’s place. He’s resigned to throw the shirt away. Crowley, Mr minimalist clean freak, rolls his eyes and takes charge of cleaning it off. Aziraphale hesitates then takes his undershirt off too, and Crowley bluescreens. Aziraphale half-asks him, “I’d hate for it to be stained too. It might be an undershirt, but I’d always know the stain was there.” Crowley takes it as well, leaving Aziraphale shirtless in his house.

While they sit around and he scrubs on his homemade stain remover, Aziraphale sits a little shyly, clearly affected. His nipples are hard. Crowley gathers the courage to ask him if it turns him on. “What, you cleaning??” “No. Being exposed like that. The air on your skin.” Aziraphale hesitates because he thinks Crowley is calling him out on some kind of abnormal kink or fetish, so he deflects, “Is that some ace thing as well?” not expecting Crowley to say yes. Crowley sits next to him.

“For me anyway. It’s not the person who turns me on, it’s the touch. So, sometimes, that touch comes from unexpected places. Cold tile on my skin after a shower. Satin sheets.” Aziraphale noticeably shivers.

“S’why I like, personally… Being teased. Light touches; Chasing after it. That anticipation adds to the sensation.” He grazes a hand over Aziraphale’s bare arm and Aziraphale gasps. Crowley laughs at him.

“Ffs. No wonder you struggle getting off if you’re watching the same porn everyone else does. Probably Google Imaging boring old pin ups of girls in fancy bras—“ Aziraphale gives him a LOOK, so Crowley adjusts, “—Or, Boys in skimpy briefs. What good’s that going to do if you can’t imagine how they’d touch you?”

Aziraphale is momentarily perplexed. “You know, I can’t think the last time anyone assumed me anything other than flamingly gay,” but it somehow doesn’t feel avoidant of the topic, he’s just so caught off guard by it.

Crowley’s suddenly a little annoyed, mostly at The World, but a little bit creeps in towards Aziraphale. “Assuming doesn’t help anyone. It only gets people confused about the boxes they’re meant to fit into. Bloody useless things, boxers. Er, boxes.”

His fingers have been dragging idly up and down Aziraphale’s thigh the whole conversation.

He stops when he realises Aziraphale’s hands are strategically placed in his lap. Crowley stops. Apologises, didn’t realise what an effect he was having, he just wanted to make a point—

But Aziraphale hasn’t felt like this in such a long time. He’s worked himself off, but nothing’s compared to this feeling of anticipation and bone deep arousal. He somehow finds the words to ask if Crowley would keep going. Show him what kind of touches he likes, maybe it would be informative. Crowley gets him off on the sofa, teasing and working him to a climax that has him death gripping Crowley’s arm and whimpering into his neck.

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Later, hours or days later, Aziraphale is watching Crowley move around the house, maybe in his pants or a towel or something, but being totally innocuous. As innocuous as Aziraphale’s voice when he pipes up, completely unprompted, “I don’t think I’m asexual, Crowley.”

“This again?” Crowley’s exasperation is fond.

“No. Sometimes the sight of you makes me want to… Pin you against a wall or something.”

Crowley freezes, a mental ngk that takes a few minutes to reboot him. He tries and fails to sound casual and unaffected when he says “Maybe you’re demi,” and keeps folding his laundry like Aziraphale hasn’t just shoved a hot poker into his brain.

“Mmm,” Aziraphale agrees, even though Crowley knows he doesn’t know what that means, but he’s too busy leching to follow up and ask.

#ask a rat #reverse bnf #bnf au #ratwips

[babyghouly]

Who's Crying Now

Who's Crying Now

Pair: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader; Eddie Munson x BestFriend!Reader

Genre: Angst, Heartache

Words: ~1.5k

Summary: You get an unexpected letter from an unexpected sender. You hadn't heard from your best friend, Eddie, in months. It was really nice to hear from him, but you struggle with the desire to go back home and visit him. Were you ready to face him after all this time?

Warnings: Mentions of Drinking, Cursing, Sadness, Heartache

Namesake: Who's Crying Now - Journey

Series: Part I; Part II; Part IV

Notes from Ghoul: Well, this took longer than expected! Part 4 was much easier to write, but I thought it needed to have this transition piece so it would all flow better. I hope you enjoy it and please don't be afraid to reblog and let me know what you think 💖

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It wasn't every day that you had the motivation to clean, but today was one of those days. Taking advantage of the free time you had now that the semester was over, you managed to clean the pile of laundry that had built up in the corner of your room and change the sheets of your bed. Of course you couldn't do this in silence so you had your little radio blasting to drown out your thoughts.

♫ Only so many tears you can cry 'Til the heartache is over And now you can say your love Will never die ♫

Your voice filled the tiny dorm room while you folded your freshly washed laundry as one of your favourite songs played. You hummed the rest of the melody before it faded out.

♫ One love, feeds the fire One heart, burns desire I wonder who's crying now? Two hearts, born to run Who'll be the lonely one? I wonder who's crying now? ♫

Before the next song began, your cleaning frenzy was interrupted by a knock on the door. Sighing, you got up to find the student who lived down the hall from you, Alex.

"Here," Alex shoved a single letter in your direction, "They lumped your mail into mine again"

"Thank you" You said with a smile, but Alex was already heading back down the hall.

Sitting down on the bed, you scanned the letter to see who it was from. You rarely ever got letters from your parents, so it couldn't be them. The return address was to Steve's house, which puzzled you again. Why would Steve be sending you a letter? As you continued to scan the letter, your heart skipped a beat. Recognizing Eddie's handwriting on the envelope, you clued in that he was the original sender, Steve was just the one who had to send it out to you.

You ripped open the letter instantly. It had been months since you last spoke with Eddie, and for someone you were trying to get over, he was still a constant thought in your mind. Everyone around you said you'd get used to being without him, but you honestly never did. Every now and again, you caught yourself fantasizing about how things would be when you met again. What you would say. What you guys would do. You missed him a lot and even started to wonder if running away was the right thing to do, but you really did enjoy your classes, so it had to have been, right?

Taking a deep breath, you emptied out the contents of the envelope, revealing a handwritten letter.

For Y/N

It's been a while, hasn't it? I can't really remember a time where we didn't talk to each other… well, there was the graduation incident of '84, but that was not as long as this.

A smirk formed on your lips as you lightly chuckled remembering this time. Back then, a week felt like a long time, but now it's been over six months and you can't stop worrying about how Eddie was doing. Life wasn't the same without his contagious laughter and comforting presence. Making friends at college wasn't as easy as you expected. Many students already had their cliques, knowing each other from school and growing up in the town together. Being from out of state there were no predetermined cliques for you, leaving you as an outcast much like high school did. This made you miss Eddie even more.

You continued to read the letter.

I really hope that wherever you are, you're doing well. First off, I'm incredibly sorry for holding you back from doing the things you dreamed of and keeping you in bumfuck, Indiana for two more years when you could have been in college partying it up with your sorority sisters. I sure hope none of those sleazy frat boys have bothered you.

This earned a chuckle from you.

Anyways, I guess I don't say it enough, but I am eternally grateful for you, for everything you've done for me. For sitting through countless shitty band practices and being Corroded Coffin's #1 fan. We really miss your merch selling skills, nobody seems to sell as much as you did. Thank you for helping me with Hellfire Club, even though I know you weren't that interested in Dungeons and Dragons. Most importantly, thank you for your patience with me. There is no way I would have gotten through school without you. How the hell you managed to not completely lose your mind with me, I don't know. I commend you.

I don't know either, Ed you thought to yourself

I don't really know what else to say other than I really miss you, Y/N. A lot has happened since you left. Nothing I really want to talk about now, but I really wish you were here.

Whenever you're ready, though, you know where to find me.

Love Always,

Eddie

I miss you too. Your heart sank a bit, worried about what he meant by 'a lot' happening. You continued to get your chores done in silence, the words Eddie wrote ringing in your ears.

What had happened while I was gone? You thought to yourself, Should I go back?

With classes being over, you had time to go visit although you hadn't planned on going back any time soon. The feeling you had was conflicting so you decided to get some insight from Steve. You made your way to the payphones in the dorm's lobby. Fiddling with the change in your hand, you carefully placed the coins through the slot and dialed Steve's number, praying that he was home.

"Hello?" Steve's voice was on the other end.

You were relieved.

"Hey, Steve" Your fingers toyed with the cord of the phone nervously, "It's Y/N"

"Y/N!" He exclaimed, clearly happy to hear from you after a couple weeks without contact, "How did exams go?"

With all that was on your mind, you were impatient to small talk, "Fine, I need to ask you about something though."

"Woah, someone's grumpy, what's up?"

"Eddie," You mumbled, "How is he doing?"

"You got the letter, huh?"

"Mhm…"

"Well, since I moved out of town I don't really see him a lot, but I did see him a couple weeks ago at a gig," Steve huffed, "He was beyond drunk. I guess the rockstar life has really gotten to him."

Your heart stopped beating for a moment hearing what Steve had to say. Eddie was never really one to drink, he mainly just smoked.

"Ahh," You managed to choke out, thinking about what could have happened for him to be drinking that much.

The same thoughts ran through your mind over and over. Obviously, Eddie needed you, but what for. He has Janie. He wants to spend the rest of his life with her, isn't her presence be enough? After all, you're just his lovesick best friend who ran away from him when your feelings became too much to handle. If you were him, you would respect the distance needed and let them reach out when they're ready even if something had happened.

"I'm sorry for sending you the letter," Steve was apologetic, "I know you probably didn't want to think about him, but I took a chance that it might've been a positive thing."

"It's fine," You spoke quietly, "I never really stopped thinking about him anyways."

"So what are you going to do?" Steve began, "Are you gunna come back and visit him?"

There was a pause before you spoke up again, "I wasn't planning on it, my parents wanted to visit me instead."

"I get it," Steve chuckled, "There is definitely nothing fun to do over in Hawkins except drink and watch paint dry."

"Exactly..."

There was another pause.

"It's okay if you want to go back, y'know."

You nodded, trying to hold back tears, "Yeah… I know…" Your voice wavered, "I just don't think I'm ready right now."

"That's okay too," Steve reassured, "Take all the time you need, I'm sure he'll understand."

You and Steve said your good-byes, hanging up the phone. Heading back to your dorm room, you were tense as you held back your tears.

Once back in your dorm, you flopped onto your bed and buried yourself beneath the thin duvet. A tear streamed down your face. Then another. And another. You had wanted to go back since the day you left, but you kept strong for so long. It became easier as time went on, but he was still a thought on your mind every day. Knowing that Eddie isn't doing well now, though, tears you apart.

How bad could things really be?

Should I go back?

Am I ready?

You shook your head in an attempt to get all these thoughts out of your mind. You were frustrated, wishing Eddie never sent the letter in the first place. The more the thoughts raced, the more you realized you weren't ready to face him again. Your heart hurt, but now, going back was all you could think about.

He needs me, he clearly needs me.

-END-

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[tom-foolery-incorporated]

Fresh Linen

>AFAB! Gender-neutral! Reader, underwear stealing, Leviathan being a pervert, masturbation, sexual fantasy, underwear smelling, soft yandere themes, Leviathan being a pervert, use of a fleshlight, only one cock for Levi (sorry), Leviathan getting caught, degradation, rough sex, underwear gag, cum eating, slight voyeurism, clothed sex, creampie

Leviathan didn't mean for this to become a habit. It actually started out on accident. When it was Belphegor's day to do laundry he ended up mixing everyone's laundry up. It just so happened that Leviathan ended up with a pair of your underwear with his clothes. His face became that of a tomato while he tried to not pass out. The underwear he was holding was striped with a light blue and a darker shade of blue kind of like those blue and white striped underwear sets he'd seen in more lewd anime. He immediately flung the underwear out of his grip in a moment of both fear and embarrassment but quickly re-scooped it up as to not disrespect it. Levithan wondered if you had gotten a pair of his underwear? Quickly, he sifted through his laundry only to see he was only missing a couple shirts and socks. Did anyone else have your underwear? Jealousy coursed through him at the thought. No one should be able to see your underwear except him! And well you of course.

Since that day, Leviathan has been doing laundry for the House of Lamentation. Everyone assumed because he didn't want anyone touching his clothes again but really he wanted easy access to your clothes. He pulled out a pair of underwear he hadn't seen before. You did mention that Asmodeous had taken you shopping sometime over the weekend. Did his brother see you in these? Leviathan started pouting at the thought. How come stupid Asmo got to see you undressed but he couldn't? Did you not like him like he thought? I mean who would, he's just a nasty, perverted otaku. Self-pity turned into jealousy. Leviathan should be the one taking you underwear shopping! Well, maybe you both could look on Akuzon for some underwear instead of going to an irl store but still! Leviathan carelessly dumped the rest of the clothes into the washer after he pocketed your new underwear.

Next order of business was getting to his room without getting caught. With his hands in his pocket, one stroking the soft material. He heard Mammon in the living room laughing at something then came the mumbling sound of your voice. The envy exploded in him and his horns bloomed out of his head. You were supposed to be his Player 2! His Henry! Why are you making Mammon laugh and going underwear shopping with Asmo? it's unfair!

Leviathan quickly swung open his door and slammed it behind him. His breathing was heavy with anger while he brought out your underwear from his pocket. It was a simple black color with no pattern. While leaning against the shut door, he brought the fabric to his nose and took a big breath in. His tail twitched with excitement with what he smelt on the fabric. Had you been touching yourself in these? Leviathan took another whiff of the garment. You had been touching yourself in these! A shiver ran through his body at the thought of your fingers moving through your folds while your juices spilled onto the very underwear he was holding.

Dirty pervert!

He imagined you seeing him with your undergarments pressed to his nose. "You're so gross!" you would say, "I can't believe you'd sniff my underwear like that, sicko! You're such a pervert." Leviathan shivered at the way he imagined you'd speak to him. Yes, he was a pervert. Yes, he was gross. Yes, he did just lick a stripe up the crotch of your underwear. Leviathan could taste the remnants of your most private area on the fabric. He couldn't help but rub his hand on the outside of his pants, fondling the growing bulge that was so restricted within. Leviathan took another whiff of your underwear to feed his growing arousal. He could smell your sweat and the natural odor of your body on the material. He let out a short whimper at the delightful scent that traveled into his nose.

Leviathan froze hearing the sounds of footsteps coming down the hallway. He could hear your voice, your sweet voice. You were talking about the recent test in your demonic literature class. Leviathan could get lost in the sound of your voice but it was so rudely interrupted by the crude sound of his brother's response. Stupid Mammon. Why does he always get first dibs on you? Why can't Leviathan have your attention like that.

"Well first, you have to leave your room," Leviathan remembered Satan telling him one time when complaining. Stupid Satan. Leviathan wishes he could keep you in here forever. He could finally have you all to himself! Anger pooled in the pit of Leviathan's stomach. He hated how he had to share you with everyone.

It seemed that the anger only seemed to fuel his erection further. Leviathan unclasped the harness around his hips and unzipped his tight pants. As if his cock had never been exposed to the air, it sprung forth from his pants painfully hard. His flushed red head was swollen and leaking with pre-cum. The shaft throbbed with every thought of entering you but it would find no such release inside of his beloved. Instead, Leviathan wrapped your underwear around his cock. The demon let out soft pants of excitement at the thought of doing something so filthy without your knowledge. He wrapped his long slender fingers around the underwear and rubbed it up his shaft.

"MC," Leviathan whined at the thought of you sitting in his gaming chair calling him all sorts of names while he used your underwear to get himself off. Still, it wasn't enough. Leviathan needed to feel your dripping hole clenching and sucking him in. He imagined what your velvety walls would feel like wrapped around his cock. He would make sure that his was the last you would feel for all eternity. Your pussy would be molded to the exact shape of this throbbing manhood.

Leviathan huffed, unwrapping the underwear from around his cock and holding it between his teeth while he moved to rummage through his drawers. Under layers of unfolded underwear and mismatched socks, he finally found it. A long black tube with a fleshy opening the same color as your skin at the widest point. He had gotten it after his feelings for you had started to brew inside of him. Leviathan knew that you would never open your legs for a yucky otaku like himself so he opted for a silicone alternative.

He placed your underwear over the toy as if the fleshlight itself was wearing the garment. He ran his finger over the crotch of the underwear, feeling the folds of the fake pussy through the fabric. Leviathan carefully placed the toy on his dresser then moved to pull out the lube he had also hidden with it. Pushing the crotch of the underwear aside, he squirted the cool liquid into the hole of the faux vagina then through the labia. Leviathan carefully re-positioned the underwear back to its correct orientation before plopping down in his gaming chair. He pressed the head of his cock to the opening of the toy before tilting it over so the underwear was now draped over him before pushing in. The fabric slowly began to become wet with the lube he had squirted inside the fleshlight. He imagined it was your juices instead of some fake water based alternative he bought on Akuzon. Leviathan sunk the fake cunt all the way down his cock, stuffing the underwear along side it, until the faux labia rubbed against his ultra-marine pubic hair. He left the toy like that for a little bit, hoping his body heat would make the toy feel more alive. But the cold lube continued to thwart his fantasies. Leviathan needed more. He turned to his phone on his desk and pulled up your voicemails. He saved each and everyone you sent. Leviathan then grabbed his headphones and frantically plugged them into the audiojack of his phone before slipping them on over his head, carefully avoiding his horns.

Leviathan's tail was swishing and twitching behind him in excitement. Almost like a puppy when he heard your voice over come through his headphones. Slender hands grabbed the middle of the fleshlight and pulled it up before plunging it back down on his cock again. He couldn't hear the wet squelching sounds the toy made while he scrolled through and listened to each and everyone of the voicemails you left. Leviathan could close his eyes and almost imagine that you were riding him in his chair. "You're really getting off on this?" he imagined you saying, "you don't even get to feel my cunt yet you're throbbing just fucking me through my underwear? You really are a desperate virgin!" Leviathan wasn't a virgin but god the thought of you talking to him like that made him shiver in delight.

His movements became quicker as he started thrusting up into the toy every time he speared it on his cock again. At this point, the crotch of your poor abused underwear was soaked with Leviathan's pre-cum and lube.

You could only watch in utter shock as he fucked the toy through your underwear. You quickly slammed the door behind you, scared that anyone else would find Leviathan in this state. It seemed that he had his noise cancelling headphones on because he didn't let up on fucking the fake pussy in his hand.

"You're so pathetic," Leviathan imagined you saying, "I can feel how your cock is twitching. You're not even gonna last that long!" Your knees almost buckled at the noise he had made. A soft whiney moan that made you want to scoop him up and kiss him until he couldn't breathe. Then he threw his head back, his headphones falling off of his ears and onto the floor taking his phone with them. His mouth fell open in a silent scream as he pumped the toy on his cock one, two, three more times before stopping. Your hands stayed over your mouth the entire time.

"MC!" Leviathan screamed when he finally opened his eyes and saw you standing in front of his door. His hands frantically tried to cover up the very obvious black cylindrical toy hanging off of his cock. You could only stare with your heart beating in your ears. Then a dark aura moved across Leviathan.

"MC!" He huffed, "you were out there slutting yourself off to Mammon while I had to use this stupid toy!" You shakily shook your head, "n-no. That's not what-" "Of course you'd want to fuck Mammon," Leviathan sulked with a dark look on his face, "you'd never want to fuck a nasty otaku like me." "That-that's not true," you managed to mumble out.

A look of surprise flashed over Leviathan's face before being replaced with an expression that could only belong to one of the 7 demon lords of hell. He stood up, holding the toy to his cock as he made his way over to you. You backed up until your back was pressed against the door. The demon hovered over you with a look that was a mixture of anger, jealousy, and something else unreadable. Leviathan pulled the toy down off his cock before tugging the underwear out of the slick hole. The crotch was heavy with a mixture of his cum and lube that it had caught and soaked up. Your mouth only hung open in awe at the amount that pooled in your abused underwear. What you didn't expect next was for Leviathan to take advantage of your agape mouth by shoving the cum soaked underwear into it. You gagged at the salty flavor of his release as it pooled into your mouth. His slender fingers pushed the crotch of your thoroughly used underwear deeper into your mouth to make sure his cum leaked down your throat. You gulped and swallowed what pooled at the back of your mouth while watching his Leviathan's eyes stayed trained on how your lips wrapped around his fingers.

"Do you do this on purpose?" he asked, "whore around to make me jealous?" You could only whine in response. This was a side to Leviathan you had never seen. Even when you had just walked in on the gamer masturbating he seemed so submissive. Now he had his fingers in your mouth trying to make you gag on your own underwear. "You go around rubbing on everyone but me," Leviathan grumbled, "when am I gonna get a turn?" You had no idea what he was talking about but oh how it made you wet. "I want my turn, MC," Leviathan spoke with a tone that made you shiver. You looked up at the blue haired demon with the face of a deer in headlights. You could only nod as your knees pressed together, desperate to relieve yourself of the heat that was pooling at your core.

Leviathan's face softened as his mouth hung slightly ajar at the sight before him. He couldn't help the breathy moan that escaped him as he saw how you were reacting so positively to him. "Get," Leviathan almost couldn't get the words out, "get one your hands and knees." You nodded eagerly. Anything to get his throbbing cock inside of you. Your hands frantically pulled your pants down until they were around your knees while you bent down on them and steadied yourself on your elbows. Leviathan's mouth watered at the way you presented your glistening folds to him. The way your hole was twitching and clenching at nothing almost made his knees give out. He steadily approached behind you dropping down to his knees so his cock could be at level with your slippery folds. He teasingly pressed the head of his cock to your labia making you whine and try to position yourself to get him inside. Leviathan dug his fingers into the plump flesh of your ass, marveling at the way more of you became exposed as he spread the cheeks apart.

Damnit, if only his phone was closer he would take photos of how wet you were for him but he wasn't about to interrupt his chance to finally be inside of you to look for it. He rubbed his cock along your folds until finally catching his head on your sloppy hole. You bucked your hips back eagerly taking the head of his cock inside of you. Leviathan let out a gasp at how warm you were. This was nothing like that stupid toy. Quickly getting addicted, Leviathan pushed his whole cock into in one thrust. You winced and bit down on the underwear still in your mouth. Your hole spasmed around the thick intrusion but quickly made his cock feel welcomed.

Leviathan pulled his hips back, eyes trained how how the shaft of his cock glistened with your juices. Then with a quick thrust, he plunged back inside of welcoming pussy. Your gummy walls grabbed onto him and guided his cock in deeper. With each thrust, Leviathan became more frantic. He quickly set a brutal pace that had you letting out muffled moans from behind your underwear gag. Steadying yourself onto one hand, you reached down between your legs to rub at your clit. Leviathan moaned out your name at the sight of you pleasing yourself while his cock speared you open so ruthlessly. Your sloppy pussy leaked juices down your inner thighs and dampened his pubes.

"MC," Leviathan groaned, "you're such a-" He was cut off by a moan, "you're such a whore! I can't believe you'd let-let some pervert otaku use you like this!" You squeezed your eyes shut while nodding along to everything he said. Yes, you were a whore. Yes, you were being used like a toy by some pervert otaku. Yes, anything to have Leviathan fuck you like an animal in heat. Your fingers began cramping as your walls tightened around his shaft. Leviathan could feel your walls clamp down hard enough to push him out slightly while your thighs shook in ecstasy. Leviathan continued his thrusting through your orgasm. His cock pried apart your tight walls with every thrust. Your pussy made obscene squelching sounds as more juices leaked out of you.

"I'm gonna-" Leviathan panted, "I'm gonna cum in you. So when you whore yourself out to stupid Mammon he knows who-" He clenched his teeth and hissed, "who fucks you better!" The last word trailed off into a shout of your name as warm fluid erupted into your velvety cunt. His cum leaked around his cock as he slowly pulled out, savoring the way his release dripped out of your spent hole. Leviathan held your ass in a vice gripe as he watched how your fluttering walls pushed out more of his cum.

At this point, Leviathan's horns and tails had sunken back into his human form. He could only marvel at the sight before him. You were bent over in front of him with his cum leaking out of you.

His cum.

Leviathan shivered at the sight of your used pussy. "MC?" he asked rubbing his hands along your hips, "a-are you okay?" Despite just cumming inside of you, or maybe because he had done so, embarrassment was starting to take over the poor demon. You held a thumbs up with the hand you weren't leaning on before flopping down to the floor. Leviathan screamed a little in panic before helping you up so you were leaning on him. He winced as he pulled the underwear from your mouth, trying not to get hard again at the sight of your saliva still clinging to the garment as he pulled it from your lips. Your eyes were lidded and you were panting. Leviathan wanted to run, he wanted to hide, anything to get this overwhelming tingling feeling to go away but he couldn't just leave you on his floor to leak cum. As hot as the thought sounded, Leviathan couldn't do that to you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pressed your head to his chest while. Your soggy underwear laid on the floor, discarded and used while you leaked cum from your spent body. God, how you wished you had caught Leviathan sooner.

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[scwheeler]

🩰 - your cousin’s hot!

pairing: mike wheeler x henderson!fem!reader

summary: while coming over to dustin’s house for a sleepover, mike finds out there’s a reason the guest room is occupied 😧😧

warnings: reader is dustin’s cousin

age of pairing: 15-16

mike rang the doorbell an annoying four times before dustin finally opened the door. “jesus are you dead or ignoring me now!” mike complained making dustin complain back, “hey i’m not the only thirty minutes early!” “my mom had some book club and she wanted me out of the house!” mike explained.

he had a duffel bag in one hand and a paper bag in one. they headed for dustin’s bedroom first, placing down mikes stuff and dustin explaining where he’s going to be sleeping. “why can’t i just use the guest bedroom?” mike asked, pointing to the uncomfortable air mattress on the ground and then to the door down the hall.

dustin would’ve responded if he wasn’t blowing up the air mattress with his mouth and nearly passing out. mike disregarded the question and instead unpacked his stuff. mostly it being dvds, games, snacks in the paper bag, and comic books. little to no clothes though. don’t get any wrong ideas now 🤨🤨 “remind me why you can’t just sleep on the floor?” dustin asked after finishing blowing up the air mattress. “what—then all your hard work would go to waste,” mike sarcastically replied, earning a drastic eyeroll from dustin.

“im gonna use the bathroom, where’s that again?” mike asked, standing up and heading for the door. “down the hall tot he left,” dustin answered and went to the laundry room to get a pillow and some new sheets. mike nodded in response and walked down the hall. if he wasn’t so distracted with dustin’s baby pictures on the walls, mike probably would’ve heard a faint humming coming from the room he was approaching.

before he could even twist the doorknob open, it did by itself and the white bathroom door opened automatically. revealing you wearing a beige towel around your chest and a smaller one in your hands, frantically trying to dry your wet hair.

you were closing your eyes because water droplets were flying everywhere when drying your hair with the towel so when you stepped forward to approach the guest room, you were met with an unexpected blockage. the two of you instantly looked up, both surprised to see someone there. “oh—sorry i—” during mikes apology instinct, he stopped himself once he realized you were only in a towel.

you were glowing, not cause it was the middle of the day and you were sort of wet but actually glowing. you were gorgeous, the type to be a romcom’s main girl! he stopped himself from gaping his mouth open but his eyes spoke for himself without words. they were wide open in shock and being absolutely smitten by you. he never knew what love at first sight meant until this exact moment.

while mike was borderline fainting and freaking out, you just stared at him with your bright eyes. your wet hair sitting on your shoulders dripping onto the beige carpet floor. you held your towel up with your hands making sure not to flash this stranger that you assumed was dustin’s friend because of the t-shirt. completely disregarding mike’s rambling you spoke up while staring at his shirt, “hellfire club.”

“what?” he was caught off guard, stopping himself once more and questioning your response. “your shirt. hellfire club, that’s the only thing dustin talks about during dinners,” you answered and pointed at his white shirt with black sleeves, decorated with a devil logo and black, red writing.

mike thought about your answer, dinners? as in dates? as in girlfriend and boyfriend?!? “w-wait? you’re like dustin’s girlfriend?!” mike stuttered. he tried not to act surprised but couldn’t, how could his best friend never tell him that he had such a pretty girlfriend? if you were his girlfriend, he would tell everyone in the whole goddamn planet!

before he could further investigate your identity, you immediately replied, “WHAT!” you looked absolutely betrayed and kind of hurt. “no! no! dustin’s my cousin! gross dude, he’s just my cousin,” you were disgusted and made a puking face at his question.

at first mike was relieved that you weren’t dustin’s girlfriend then looked down once again to find you not wearing any clothes and only a towel. “oh yeah i’ll let you get changed!” mike stood to the left side of the hallway so you could walk to your room, giving a little wave and smile before heading inside and closing the door behind you.

mike was speechless. was he daydreaming? did these kind of things ever happen in real life? he had a smile ear to ear spread on his face and rosy cheeks, not from embarrassment a little actually but from amazement. then a question popped into his head, how could a goddess like you be related to dustin…? must’ve been adopted at this point he thought.

“oh hey did you meet y/n?” dustin walked into the hallway hugging an orange pillow and a few blankets “y-yeah, she’s pretty cool,” mike answered, his eyes still lingering on the guest room door. he was waiting for you to walk out of the door and gracing him with your presence. good thing dustin wasn’t too bright when it came down to love and didn’t notice mike almost drooling over the five second interaction you and he shared.

“mike can you help me with these blankets?” dustin asked and struggled to hold all the four blankets in his arms. while he stared at mike for a hand, mikes eyes were still glued onto the door. forcing dustin to yell, “MIKE!” which brought him back into reality thank god.

mike turned to dustin who stood beside him and understood his previous question, grabbing a few of the blankets to help dustin out. after dustin muttered a thank you, he was going to say let’s go start our marathon when you walked out of the bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen.

you turned around and gave a quick glance to mike, with that same darn smile which made mikes stomach do cartwheels. he smiled awkwardly back, hoping to show that he reciprocated possible feelings you had for him. dustin’s eyebrows rose but before he could start shouting at mike at all the possible reasons why he couldn’t like you, mike beat him to it.

“your cousins hot!”

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