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min yoongi fic rec list (Ⅵ)

she's back bet you didn't think i'd post another list this quick but since they've been building so much i figured why not soooo this week is yoongs and next week with be taehyung i've been reading alot lately so i wanted to share them asap so before my week gets hectic again i thought i'd post it, i honestly loved these ones i am exploring a little bit for with certain genres and i must say it like a whole new world i'm enjoying it and i hope you like them too. remember too always show lots of love and support to these amazing writers they dedicated so much time to writing these fics and they are absolute geniuses and deserve the world for sharing them with us so please follow them and take a look at their masterlists cause i will 100% guarantee that you will find your very own favourites there as well, leave the a little comment i know they will appreciate it so much and send them all the love in the world... i will reblog these through out the week and as usual minors do not interact i will block those who do.... happy reading everyone see you next week with taehyung's list and if you have anything you would like to share with me or you just wanna ramble about a fic you loved my asks are always open i love hearing from you🖤✨

a- angst s- smut f- fluff

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stalemate by @shina913 f s a

↬"The truth is, I'm not afraid to take that gamble anymore...in the off-chance that I get lucky again and feel the way I felt when I was with you. I'd happily make that bet over and over."

oh, my darling by @yoongiofmine f s a

↬ starting your second semester at one of South Korea’s most prestigious universities should be stressful enough. Between juggling classes, good grades and a social life, your plate was full. Hoping to spice up your academic career, you thought it was a good idea to enroll as an assistant for your literature professor, whom you've held a very secret and very forbidden crush on for the past several months. What will happen now that you’re forced to work closely together? And what if your crush isn’t as one sided as you thought?

little bit of your heart by @/yoongiofmine f s a ft. jjk

↬You had everything you could ever dream of; the career of your dreams as a music producer, the best friends you could ever wish for, and a exes-turned-friends-turned-fuck-buddies relationship with Min Yoongi. You knew you and Yoongi would never move past that and you were okay with it. Until a friend from your past comes back into your life, offering to give you everything you deserve, everything Yoongi couldn’t. Will Jungkook show you what you’ve been missing? Or will the new guy threaten Yoongi enough to do something about it?

sinful lust by @oddinary4bts s a ft. jjk

↬ in an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating...

after hours by @archivedkookie f s a

↬ staying after hours with Yoongi for months proves to be a mistake when your heart falls for him.

Vows by @hamsterclaw f s a

↬ You're five years into your arranged marriage with Min Yoongi, and he's never once retaliated for anything you've done to him. One day you realise you've lost your appetite for provoking him, and you set about trying to win his heart instead.

sutures by @farfromsugafanfic f s a

↬ There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

and so it goes by @prodagustd f s a

↬ You and Yoongi have been hooking up, having dates and spending most of the week together for almost seven months. He was comfortable without a title, until the last two weeks, when you couldn't see him because of your busy schedule, Yoongi can't understand why he misses you so bad if your relationship is just sex to him. Or maybe he does, but he's too much of a coward to admit it.

collateral by @theharrowing f s a ft. jjk & knj

↬ Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You.

till death do us part by @colormepurplex2 s a

↬ Marital bliss isn't always a guarantee, especially when you find yourself marrying into the family responsible for your own family's demise. Sometimes, marriage is just a game of kill or be killed. Even when there is love involved, bullets still hurt.

grey area by @blushoseoks s a ft. jhs

↬ you spent the days staring at your wrist and tracing the skin where your soulmate’s name would one day appear. the nights were for telling your wrist about your day, as if the person whose name would one day stain itself there, like red wine to a dress, could possibly hear you. for years you thought up countless scenarios, imagined numerous possibilities, formulated conversations and rehearsed them over and over, until your mouth ran dry. outcomes and conclusions performed in your head on a repetitive loop. but out of everything you thought up, out of all of the time spent towards thinking about your soulmate, about what could possibly occur, none of it could ever prepare you for what would actually end up being. none of it ever came close to the way it happened when you finally met him. and now, after it’s all been said and done, you were left asking yourself one thing, and one thing only: “was it really worth all of this in the end?”

isn't it romantic by @jeonqkooks f s a

↬ Many things in life have a polar opposite: left and right, night and day, yin and yang, you and Min Yoongi... Hopeless romantic meets gloomy cynic. The only thing you seem to share is a magazine column but even then, you still can’t seem to understand how Yoongi can be called ‘The Love Doctor’ when he is the antithesis of everything love represents.

Flux by @yoonia f s a ft. jjk

↬ One of them is your longtime secret crush, while the other is the man with whom you had shared many heated nights filled with lust and forbidden desire, forever kept as your biggest secret of all time. You had sworn that those sinful nights would end, and that your secret crush would remain a secret. (poly au)

mean yoongi by @jjkpls f s

↬ Min Yoongi asks you to take care of his plants when he’s gone. It doesn’t go as planned and well, he has to deal with your misbehaving ass.

pretend by @gimmesumsuga s a

↬ “You know what they say: the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, right?” idol au infidelity

naughty little kitten by @jungkooksxo s a ft ksj

↬ Jin figures out that you’re super into the idea of Yoongi listening in on you two having sex. Yoongi is super into listening to you and Jin having sex. Jin invites Yoongi to come play with his naughty little kitten.

babydoll by @jungcock s a

↬ Your childhood crush, now famous and successful, comes to visit you while you’re drunk and have a lot to prove.

eleven months by @bratkook f s a

↬ it’s been years of yoongi living his routine life, accustomed to his pace of living, going with the flow and simply existing. until you come along. yoongi absolutely can not see the logic in the way you live, but he weirdly craves it. craves the feeling of not being afraid of not knowing what's coming, being able to just let the cards fall wherever they land. and maybe you can help with that.

pause by @whatifyoulivelikethat s a

↬ Life is like a cassette tape. It seems like it’s constantly repeating, flipped from side A to side B, and the songs can’t be skipped. You can only pause, rewind, fast forward, play after you’ve already heard the song. After you’ve already lived it. All Min Yoongi knows is his own tape, until it smashes right at his feet, and then he has to learn to dance to a different beat.

darksided by @eoieopda f s a

↬ It all started with a bad joke and a bottle of Tanqueray.

three squeezes by @nomnomsik s a ft jhs

↬ Yoongi is notorious for his grumpy and emotionless behavior as director of an upcoming company. Yet, it’s a mystery to everyone how manager Hoseok always seems to soften him up. The truth is that the two are actually engaged. Unknown to this fact, you happen to take an interest in Hoseok… and he does too.

one-shot

bad decisions by @jjungkookislife f s

↬ Jimin is desperate to get his apartment back to himself. He’ll move hell and earth, and even drop to his knees to beg you to take his brother, Yoongi, out of his hands. Who are you to say no to that pretty face and sinister grin?

breakfast in bed by @joonbird f s

↬ “Min Yoongi, a grumpy Ikea employee, is wondering who you are and why exactly you’re sleeping in the display bed at his Ikea.”

Tricks of the Trade by @stutterfly f s a

↬ The convenience store across the street from your apartment carries your favorite energy drink. That's why you frequent it. It's definitely not because you have a big fat crush on the owner you've been flirting with for the better part of a year. Of course your brand of flirting can also be misconstrued as bickering. When a strange man wanders into the store, he thinks you need a little nudge to embrace the strings connecting you. Next thing you know you're waking up in a body that definitely doesn't belong to you. You can't decide if it's the best or worst thing that's ever happened to you.

threads by @yoonia s a ft. knj

↬ Life is full of surprises, just like how people are full of secrets. Just when you had thought you have been lucky enough to have your life figured out, life decides to throw you a curve ball when you least expect it. And there is nothing you could do to avoid it, except to hope that you could hold your secrets as tightly as you possibly could before everything blows up into smithereens.

under the willow tree by @orchidyoonkook f a

↬ The town outcast shows up in the one place you find solace from it’s residents. The people you force yourself to fit in with, even though you never want to be anything like them. Will he ruin your only place of salvation, or become the most unlikely friend?

mami by kithtaehyung s ft. knj

↬ you somehow have a conversation with yoongi, and you tell your roommate about a date date.

the devil wears valentino by @orchidyoonkook f s a

↬ Having known him for years—from a small mistake on your behalf, and a favour on his—you’re one of the only people he seems to be able to put up with for company. Certainly the only one he’s half-way decent with. But what’s more surprising to you is that despite his name, reputation, and the fact he’s always joked he’d have killed anyone else by this point, is that he’s never once tried to cause you harm.

angel by @sailoryooons f s

↬ Yoongi never meant to keep coming back. You never meant to become Yoongi’s favorite. Being Min Yoongi’s favorite has dire consequences

a boy like you by @cinnaminsvga f

↬ for whenever you are feeling low, always remember that there is a boy you know who would lift the sky for you. {or alternatively: Min Yoongi loves you, though he never says it. He’s always been a firm believer in that actions speak louder than any words ever could.}

last nite by @tayegi s a

↬ This is a zombie apocalypse AU based on The Walking Dead, The Stand, World War Z, and elements of Attack of Titan

zombie bites by @luffles424 f s a

↬ Your friends have always been willing to assist you when you need a model to practice makeup on. And with the upcoming zombie film on campus is no difference. But something feels different this time, can a zombie movie be more than just a zombie movie?

heaven's winter by @jksangelic f s a

↬ your duty as the village daughter places you in line for the season’s Offering; a tradition not to tread lightly upon. as the snow falls slow and heavy, and the seraph awaits in the shallows of the mountain, you fail to realize what the winter has in store for you.

heavy sugar by @kinktae s

↬ The Roaring Twenties were a time of great economic wealth and social change. But beneath the jazz music and colorful speakeasies were mafia led organized crimes and bloodstained cash. You knew this well, but try as you might, you just couldn’t ignore the dark and enigmatic gangster whose eyes lingered on you from across the room.

all that holly, jolly shit by @daechwitatamic f s

↬You haven’t seen or heard from Yoongi since he broke your heart five years ago, laying out a logical list of reasons why you were better off breaking up. When a Christmas Eve blizzard traps you together for the night, you have no choice but to examine how few of those reasons are still true. And if they’re not… where does that leave you?

calling the shots by @chans-room f

↬ College basketball captain Yoongi

until death by @kpopfanfictrash s a

↬ Jade has always shaped the island of Kekon. Mined from the mountains, it enhances the abilities of Green Bone warriors who wear it and allows them protection from outside harm. No one understands these threats better than you do, second-in-command of the mighty No Peak clan. When a new danger appears, seeming to come from within, everything you once took for granted is called into question. Including the bonds you’ve made, some more dangerous than the others. None more so than Min Yoongi, head of No Peak and the only one capable of destroying your heart.

whatta catch by @aredheadedmess f a

↬ One, two, three strikes you’re out. When opposing opinions find you roughing it up with the university’s star pitcher, he makes it his mission to show that you’re wrong about college sports—and maybe your feelings about the player himself.

shatter me, embrace me by @95rkives s

↬you longed for him, yearning for love, yet all that awaited you was heartbreak.

you're losing me by @/archivedkookie a

↬ ❝ He’s losing you, and yet, he lets the flower die in front of his eyes instead of doing everything to save it. Alternatively, Yoongi and you are losing your love toward each other. ❞

spotlight by @back2bluesidex f a

↬ No matter how much you run away from Yoongi, Yoongi always comes right back to you.

all the wrong places by @mrworldwideshoulders f a

↬ After getting separated from your friends during a night out, you get stuck with a hefty bill – one that you can’t pay. So when a handsome, emotionless stranger covers your tab in a random act of kindness, you’re determined to track him down and pay him back. inspired by 24K Magic by Bruno Mars.

now we reign by @/oddinary4bts f s a

↬ when working on a collab together makes you and Min Yoongi seek comfort with the other, you discover there’s more to life than loneliness. Only, hurdles mark your path in Min Yoongi’s life, and it’s unclear what the outcome will be. Will you be destroyed by him and his world, or will you learn to reign over it, together with him?

stay by sugarwithtea f s a

↬ what happens when you get stranded in a remote town with no place to live except for a lodge owned by a dangerously handsome but annoying man? yeah, a lot.

when the stars align by @itskimtaehyung f

↬ With cuffing season approaching its end, you thought you had escaped the pressures of finding a boyfriend for the holidays. That is, until your friends set you up on a blind date that goes horribly wrong. This prompts you to enlist the help of your roommate, Yoongi, to fake a relationship so your friends will stop meddling in your love life. And it turns out Yoongi is a lot better at this romance thing than you originally thought...

egotstic by @pasteljeon s a ft. knj

↬ The timing was never right. He loved you when you were kids, knees scraped and cheeks red. You loved him when pimples bloomed across his skin, voice cracking and he found solace in the scribbled lines in his notebook. The stars never seemed to align for the two of you, but perhaps it was because you were meant for someone else.

on the court by @centerhaechan f

↬ As captain of your school's winning women's basketball team, it is only understood that you despise the men's basketball team and their captain. Your main rival, Min Yoongi, enjoys testing your patience while he attempts to lead his own team to a championship victory. Your coaches believe you both have problems with teamwork, and insist that working together will produce a promising solution.

sugar by @zehakoo f s

↬ desperately in need of sugar to make coffee in order to ease down your headache, you find yourself knocking on a strangers door who happens to be your best friend’s friend and the finest man you’ve ever encountered.

from the ashes by @fortunexkookie s a

↬ Someone is sobbing ugly, wrecked sounds that shatter the silence in the room. You need them to stop; it’s distracting and you need to focus. You need to clean the ash from his skin. You need to comb the knots from his hair. You need to dress his beautiful body in something befitting the king you know he is… but the sobbing is too loud, and your vision is blurry. It takes Yoongi wiping your tears away for you to realize that the gasping cries echoing off the stone are coming from you.

the dark by @/bratkook s

↬ your small town thrives on the occult, luring tourists in with endless themed festivities, but the only place you’re determined to see is the mysterious club that comes to life the week before Halloween. what makes The Dark so exclusive, and what secrets are they hiding behind closed doors?

Triplicity by @kainks ft. jhs

↬ Distance is a cruel thing, and when you find yourself going astray, they are there to help remind you of just where exactly you belong.

fermata by @jeongi f s

↬ fer·ma·ta: from fermare, it means to stay or to stop. min yoongi teaches you exactly how to let go.

private lessons by @dntaewithluv f s

↬ Your little sister finds it odd how you’ve been taking private lessons from her piano teacher for over a month now, but she hasn’t heard you actually play even once…

first love by @geniuslab f s a

↬You learn a lot of new things in your first year of university, including what it feels like to fall in love.

↬looking for other myg fics or the other bts members check out my library

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lovelettersfromluna · 6 months

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After Dark

Summary: It’s a universal rule that every ghost face at a Halloween party is hot underneath. Let’s test that theory, shall we?

an: AHHH OKAY! Lemme explain. I made a post about participating in kinktober, and while a lot of you wanted me to, I feel like it’s too late for me to properly participate. HOWEVER, I still want to give you something to kick off the weekend! Something spooky AND smutty for all my ghouls out there. I hope you’re all having a good Halloweekend! Pls stay safe and have lots of fun, I’m sure you all have the cutest costumes planned! Also, I took a different approach to reader, so let me know how you guys like her!! 🖤🖤 p.s I was drunk when I wrote this :p

Warnings: SMUT!!! 18+, MDNI, porn with no plot, strap-on sex, mentions of the word “cock”, mask kink, alcohol usage, mentions of latex, riding, cliche house party trope, slight sugar mommy!ellie if you squint??, lmk if I missed anything!

Out of all of three hundred and sixty five days of the year, today was your favorite.

Today was the one day within the year that there weren’t really any rules. You could wear anything, be whoever you wanted, and it was socially acceptable to get drunk while doing so, and there was no way in hell you would ever pass up on that.

No matter the circumstances, you were invited to a Halloween party. Whether it was some cheesy bash that was being thrown at a friend of a friends house, or a more upscale party, you were going out.

And you always looked damn good doing so.

You were always praised on your costumes, every year it was expected of you to top what you did the last, so there was no doubt in the fact that you were putting in maximum effort year after year.

This year? You stuck with one of the classics of course. The devil.

You were dripping in skin tight latex, the black corset you wore that pushed your boobs out perfectly, your soft skin nearly spilling out of the tight top, the tight booty shorts that hugged the globes of your ass, your cheeks peeking out, the gloves that hugged your arms, and the thigh high socks that shined under the moonlight, everything you wore was that delicious shiny material that made you look almost unreal.

And underneath it all? You had painted your entire body red, paired with fake red horns peeking out of your pretty hair.

So yeah, you were almost always crowned as the queen of Halloween.

This year was no different, halloweekend had been kicked off with quite the everything shower, making sure your body was in perfect condition for everything you’d be attending. You had gotten ready with your friends at your apartment, getting a few shots in before making it to the biggest party of the year. Everyone looked forward to it, putting together their best costumes for the party at the house that almost everyone died to get into.

Walking down the streets of the city on Halloween was like Christmas, various characters from movies and cartoons cheering, dancing, all social barriers that were put up every other day of the year were down, the veil being lifted for one night that allowed anything to be game.

The amount of whistles you and your friends received on your way there was almost appalling, not to mention the amount of people who told you they’d let you torture them any day. You thought that was cute.

Soon enough, the sounds of the party were near, and you could see the red lights spilling out of the big house in the middle of the block, and you knew it was time.

Eyes were on you immediately, and it made you giggle as you scoped out the food group that was there tonight. Of course you knew they’d stare, drool over you with their mouths open, begging for just a moment of your time.

But you were a very picky girl.

Ignoring their advances was like second nature, all you had to do, was shake your ass, drink some free liquor, and wait for the perfect person to take up your time for the night.

And as always, that never took long for you.

Your hips swayed to the music, eyes closed as you enjoyed one of the best parts of parties. The alcohol you drank made your body warm up in the best way, made every touch on your body feel so much more intense, all while numbing out everything else. It made you feel alive, it made you raise your arms above your head and simply let the music move you.

It was only a moment, your eyes drifting open to make sure your friend was still in front of you, and you’re sure if you hadn’t, you would’ve missed it.

Across the room, stood a tall figure. She wore a loose black t shirt, baggy black jeans, black boots….

And a ghost face mask.

The figure was turned towards you, leaning against the wall with a red solo cup clasped between a hand, a pretty tattoo bleeding into it. Anyone else would have seen it, and thought that whoever it was, was extremely fucking creepy. Everyone knew that ghost face was one of the creepiest people you could choose to be for Halloween ever.

But it just so happened, that you’ve always had a thing for masked killers.

Although you couldn’t see the eyes of the person behind the mask, you could feel them, and it made you burn from the inside. You bit your bottom lip softly, throwing back the rest of the alcohol in your cup before you turned your body more towards them, giving them a good view of your body. You began dancing, putting on a show for them, your glove glad hands running up and down your body, your neck, your boobs, your waist, practically having sex on the dance floor with yourself, all for this stranger who was most definitely watching you.

You feel like you have x-ray vision, because although you can’t see her face, you can see the way she grips her cup tighter whenever you sway your hips, turning around to give her a nice view of your ass. You see the way she shifts her weight onto her other foot whenever your hand runs over the curve of your tits. When you really know you’ve got her, is when you rest your hands on your friends hips, and pull her into your crotch, your eyes never leaving the ghost face mask. You know you’ve got her because she sets her cup down, raises her long, skinny fingers, and silently calls you over before she makes her way down one of the hallways in the house.

And suddenly, a game of cat and mouse begins.

You almost never chase anyone at a party, you’re always the one that’s being chased. However, there’s something about this ghost face. There’s an aura radiating off of her, one that’s dripping of lust, screaming at you, telling you she’s got exactly what you need, exactly what you’re looking for during these stupid Halloween parties.

So you break your little streak, and as soon as she calls you, you’re following her.

The house is lit up with all different colors, the kitchen was purple, the living room was pink, everywhere you turned was another tinted space that fit the Halloween vibe perfectly.

As you look around for your ghost face, you can’t help but huff softly. It almost feels as if she’s disappeared into thin air, as if the alcohol in your system made you hallucinate the entire thing. You begin to question yourself, a soft pout on your lips as you make your way down the final place to look for her.

But of course, you finally find her leaned up against one of the hallways, and of course it’s completely lit up red.

You tug your bottom lip between your teeth as you smile, making you way towards her. Once you’re standing in front of her, you expect her to take off the mask, show her who it is that’s hiding behind that silly mask.

But she doesn’t

You giggle softly, your hand toying with the hem of her shirt as you stare up at her with big doe eyes.

“You gonna show me the pretty face you’re hiding under that mask?” You purr out, and the ghost face simply shakes her head. It makes you pout, tugging at her shirt gently as you lean into her a bit, but still keeping your body a ways away from hers.

“But…how am I supposed to talk to you if I can’t see you” you whine, hoping that this little pouty act will get you what you want. It usually does, but this ghost face seems far too stubborn for that. She simply cocks her head to the side, as if clicking her tongue and mocking your pout.

It makes your pussy flutter with need.

She hasn’t even said anything to you, but you’re already squeezing your legs together, eager for some kind of friction to soothe the ache between your legs, your lips rubbing together with the arousal that grew with each passing second.

You hum softly, your latex clad fingers running down her arm, reaching her tattoo and tracing the pattern gently.

Hm…you don’t recall that one.

She gives you her arm with ease, allowing you to see her tattoo, that makes you smile softly.

“This is pretty…” you hum before you look back up at her, biting your plush bottom lip softly. “Are there anymore for me to find?” You question, giving her a playful smile. This one gets her, because you can hear the way her breath shudders, see the way her chest rises and falls for a moment.

She’s right where you want her.

You hum softly, your hand slowly coming up to the mask, eyeing her closely as you gently begin pushing it up, eager to see her face. You flinch when she grabs your wrist, stopping you from lifting it up any further. You pout again, it’s genuine this time, not like before. A soft huff leaves your lips before you open your mouth to complain, tell the girl that if she doesn’t want to show you her face, you’ll leave to find someone else who will.

But before you can, you’re being tugged into a random bedroom.

Upon entering, you can see why this place is the spot was so popular for parties. The rooms are clean, and the host went as far as to decorate them accordingly, the same red lights from the hallway lighting up the place. If you weren’t so hellbent on getting fucked by the ghost face, you’d most certainly be gushing over what a wonderful party host this was.

Your thoughts are completely cut off by strong arms wrapping around your waist, and pulling you into an even stronger chest. It makes you moan softly, your head falling back against her chest. You feel her strong hands running up and down your latex clad body, squeezing your hips, your boobs, running along your thighs. You can hear her breathing behind you, and you can almost hear the sweet tone of her voice through it.

You let out a small whine, one of your hands coming down to lay over hers, keeping her close to you. “Wanna play with you…” you hum softly, it makes your ghost face groan, her hands squeezing your plush body before she turns you around, and pushes you onto the soft bed.

It makes you giggle softly, your hands running along the soft sheets as you watch her. She looks like a god above you, standing so tall, the ghostly mask almost haunting as she eats you up with her eyes, head cocked to the side as you lazily smile up at her.

You move to prop yourself up onto your hands, palms pressing into the bed, your legs spreading for her. “So…you’re leaving the mask on, huh? Does that make me the helpless victim?” You pout out, holding back a giggle as you recite the lines from the movie the mask came from. It earns a slow nod from your ghost face, and you have to hold back a moan.

“Well…please play with me ghost face…I wanna be yours tonight” you purr out, your body sitting up as you reach forward, your fingers snagging around the belt loop of her jeans and pulling her closer.

You hear a soft sigh from behind the mask, and it almost sounds like she’s suffering, like she’s torturing herself just as much as she’s torturing you by not touching you yet. Her strong hand slowly comes up, cupping your chin gently and angling your head up, her thumb dragging across your bottom lip. You moan softly, kissing her finger gently, it makes her groan again.

She slowly moves down, bending down until her hands are pushed against the bed, caging you in. It makes you crawl backwards, a soft whimper leaving your lips. When she’s this close, backing you up onto the bed, you can catch a glimmer of her eyes beneath the mesh material of the eyes of the ghost. You can see her long lashes, and big green eyes. It makes your pussy throb desperately.

Because fuck, you’ve never seen eyes that pretty before.

You almost done catch her hands reaching down between you, pushing into the tight material of your latex shorts, fingers pressing against your soaked core. You’re so desperate for her, that the small act makes you moan softly, eyes fluttering shut as you grind your hips against her fingers. You can tell she’s skilled just by the way she fingers your clit and rubs you slowly, the right fabric of your shorts making it an even tighter fit.

“Fuck…” you hear softly from behind the mask, and it’s the first time you’ve properly heard her voice, it makes you feel like you can cum right then and there.

You blink softly as you stare into her eyes, watching her as she slowly toys with your pussy, making you whine and moan for her from the small motions of her fingers.

“Mmpph…feels…fuck…your fingers…” you moan softly, feeling yourself growing close just from the way she rubbed your throbbing clit. Your hand goes down to her tattooed arm, grabbing it as she begins to speed up. You whine loudly, your back arching as you grind in tow with her movements, and fuck…you’re so close, you feel like you’re going to explode just from a stranger finger fucking you.

And suddenly, her fingers are gone.

“W-what? Why’d you…why’d you stop” you whimper softly while trying to catch your breath, watching as your ghost face began to tug your shorts off. You whine softly with embarrassment, watching as she silently tugged your shorts off, a string of your arousal connecting you to your shorts. You can’t remember the last time you were this wet.

Your ghost face groans softly, mumbling something under her breath that you don’t quite catch. You open your mouth to say something, but you’re quickly being tugged up into her arms as she lays down on the bed.

Now you’re straddling her lap, your bare core dragging along her jeans as her strong hands massage your thighs. You whine softly, because you can feel the prominent bulge pressing against you through her pants. Her hands go to your hips, forcing you to grind your soaking wet pussy against her crotch, your arousal staining her black jeans, making you burn from the inside out.

You moan loudly, your hands pressing against her lower stomach as you watch the way she slowly grinds you down on her as she pleases. You’re eager, so you’re already undoing her belt and unbuttoning her jeans. You almost expect her to stop you, but she doesn’t, and you’re pulling out her pink strap, the length of it making your mouth water.

If you weren’t so fucking horny, the color would’ve made you giggle, but there’s no time for that. You tug her jeans down a bit more, to which she lifts her hips up to help you, and you begin to crawl up her body slightly until you’re hovering over her length, her hand grabbing the shaft as she runs it along your lips, getting it wet with your arousal before she helps you sink down on it.

The moan you both let out is past pornography, the weight of you pushing down her strap rubs against her clit perfectly, and she’s sure she’s never experienced someone riding her so fucking well. The sound of her pretty voice makes you want to cry, because she’s been teasing you so much that you’ll take just about anything she gives you. You begin to bounce on her length slowly, adjusting to her size, your hands pressed against her chest to act as leverage.

“Oh my…fucking god….mmmhhh…a-ah!” You moan out, eyes fluttering shut as you ride her, back arching as your hands go up into your hair, tugging on it, needing somewhat of an outlet to release the pleasure you were feeling. Your senses were on overload, and you weren’t sure if it was the build up of not knowing who the hell you were fucking, or if it was truly that good, but you’re sure you’ve never had a fuck this good in your entire life.

“Fuck…that’s a good fucking girl…bouncing on my cock so well…yeah…that’s it” the voice makes you moan loudly, your eyes opening immediately. She sounds perfect, her voice low and smooth, strong hands gripping your thighs for a moment before they come down on your ass, spanking you hard and making you moan even louder.

You can practically hear the smirk in her voice when she speaks, her voice dripping with lust as you fuck your self down onto her cock. “Haven’t even seen my face and you’re doing all of this for me…treating me special, pretty girl?” She hums out before moaning loudly with you. You can’t help but nod, slowly feeling yourself becoming dumb on her cock.

“S’good…feels so good…I’ll do anything for you” you moan out almost incoherently, saying just about anything that comes to mind in that moment.

As you continue bouncing on her cock, the motions of it all makes her mask come up a bit, and you catch a glimpse of her plush pink lips tugged beneath her pretty teeth. It makes you whine softly, and you realize you can’t fucking do this anymore.

You reach forward, your hand going to the edge of the mask, and you tug it off of her head.

You feel like you’ll lose your breath, keel over and die at that very moment when you see her, because she’s so fucking pretty. Her brown hair is so messy, soft fringe splayed across her face, prettiest freckles littering her red cheeks, those same green eyes staring into yours, pretty lips tugging into a smirk when she sees the way your eyebrows furrow with pleasure, knowing that it was her face that made you feel that way.

“Just couldn’t wait, could you?” She smirks softly, her words followed by a soft groan, hands traveling up your body and gripping your boobs that were nearly completely spilled out of your top.

“Want you to cum for me, princess…can you do that? Cum all over my cock?” She urges on, her words cut off by various moans as you continue fucking yourself down on her. You want to speak, but you can’t, so all you do is nod eagerly and give her a loud moan, feeling the familiar warmth building up in the pit of your stomach, electricity traveling through your body.

Ellie moans with you, her eyes never leaving yours as she gives you an encouraging nod. “That’s it baby…such a pretty fucking girl…been watching you all night…knew I needed to…fuck…have you…come on baby…cum for me” she commands, and you feel like you’ll turn into jelly just from the way she tells you to do it, so stern, your legs felt like they could no longer hold you up, shaking as your back arched almost painfully, and your orgasm raked through your body.

It was electrifying, the feeling of her cock sliding so deep into you, your walls fluttering around it as you came, her hands gripping your hips tightly as she pushed even deeper into you, her own orgasm visibly washing over her as she pushed her head further into the bed, eyes squeezing shut, curse words flying from her pretty lips.

You both sat there for a moment, Ellie sitting up and pressing her face against your chest as she held you close, hands rubbing against your thighs, soft kisses against your boobs, giving both you and herself a moment to collect yourselves after the intense session you’d just had.

After a few moments passed, you pouted softly as you looked down at the bed and noticed some of the red body paint had smeared onto the bed.

“Fuck…you don’t think the host will be mad about that…do you?” You mumbled softly, trying to avoid the embarrassment you felt at the fact that your fucking costume had ended up screwing you over.

Ellie chuckled softly as she looked down at the bed, humming softly as she pressed another kiss to your chest before she pulled you down to lay down with her, having every intention of keeping you there until enough people left, and you could both go for a shower.

“Nah…I don’t mind” she smirked softly, knowing she’d most definitely be making sure the sheets were changed for you both in the morning.

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Aaron Hotchner x plus-size fem!reader SMUT|10.7k words

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Hey everyone! Been a while since I’ve written a full coherent fic LMAO and here I bring the gift of lots of smut. Probably the kinkiest thing I’ve written to date, which I’ll list off in the warnings. This is all based off conversations I’ve had with 🖤 anon for a while :3 so I can’t take all the credit! I hope yawl enjoy this absolute FILTH 💅💅💅

After being woken up from a vivid erotic dream about your boss, who you’re currently on the last night of sharing a hotel room and bed with after a successful case, you’re more than reassured that it’s okay to have such dreams about him. And he’ll learn a bit more about you than he first thought.

Warning(s): light hurt/comfort, very brief mention of Foyet and what he did, so much sex, use of petnames, bunny kink, daddy/sir kink, erotic dreams, oral (both m/f giving and receiving), light gagging, pussy slapping, spanking, light humiliation, a lot of dirty talk in general, fingering, p in v penetration, body worship (both m/f giving and receiving), size kink, slight gaping, condom use, it's just kinky okay what can I tell you?

It was not often enough for a case to end well in a way that allowed for you all to head out for a celebratory meal afterwards. But luckily for you all this time it most certainly had turned out better than anticipated in the end. The kidnapped victims had been found safely and the unsub was subdued with no casualties. Spirits were higher than they had been in the previous case and thus you all found yourselves sitting around a large table sharing a meal; Rossi's treat, of course.

The mood was certainly more rowdy tonight with the sounds of laughter bouncing around the table and cheerful chatter filled the atmosphere with a familial warmth. You were perching more to your left on your chair right now, engaging in the conversation with JJ and Emily with great enthusiasm, something that the two were raising a brow at, though you pretended not to notice. In truth, you were trying to avoid the man sitting on your right. Not for displeasure reasons, but quite the opposite in fact. Attempting to avoid brushing your leg or arm against your very sexy boss was the cause for your behaviour right now.

Aaron Hotchner had been your hotel room mate for the week, something that had been extremely difficult for you to cope with having as big of a crush on him as you did. You'd seen him in far less clothing than his standard neat, tight suits during the entire week as he slept in fitted tees and his underwear, although you suspected he didn't typically do that when he slept alone. It was a very bad idea to linger on those sorts of thoughts though…

JJ suddenly bumped into you, having been shoved by Emily at the climax of a funny story and you squeaked, jolting back and ultimately knocking against Aaron with a yelp.

"H-hey! You two, watch it!" You squeaked, earning a hearty laugh from the dark haired woman.

"Aww come on, it was an accident."

As you opened your mouth to retort, you felt a warm hand rest upon your right leg, just short of your large thigh, and you fought the urge to jolt again.

"Are you alright?" You heard the man beside you ask and you shivered. You didn’t want to look at him in fear of embarrassing yourself by ogling, but at the same time you didn’t want to be rude either. You turned your head in his direction and your breath escaped you when your eyes met his beautiful brown ones accidentally. His gaze was intense and yet kind and concerned. You offered a shy smile.

“I am y-yes. Don’t worry about me, we’re all just in good spirits tonight, sir.”

His brow raised slightly.

“Aaron.” He said. You blinked.

“Mm?”

“We aren’t working now, call me Aaron.”

Oh. You shifted in your seat and grimaced when the wood creaked slightly.

“Alright then, Aaron.” You chuckled to yourself, earning an increasingly perplexed expression on his face. To which you flustered and turned towards him more in your seat and waved a hand out in front of you. “I-I’m not laughing at your name! I’m just- it’s unusual for me to call you by your first name so I’m-“

Aaron’s delightful but sadly rare laugh cut you off and you were greeted with his cute dimples on his cheeks. Even the others stilled their conversation at the sound, but he didn’t appear to care to pay them any mind.

“Please, relax. You're fine, (Y/n).” He smiled, and you basked in the smoothness of his deep voice. You swore you were just imagining things when you felt his hand slightly slip upwards to your lower thigh and squeeze gently, nonetheless you shivered.

The hand remained on your leg right up until Aaron excused himself to visit the restroom whilst the rest of your group began shrugging your coats on ready to head back to the hotel. You felt flutters in your stomach and you fought off a nervous twitch of the corner of your mouth, something your dear friend and colleague Derek noticed.

“A little excited, huh?” He teased, waggling his expressive eyebrows at you. From his perspective you must have appeared like a deer in headlights, eyes wide and your mouth slightly agape.

“Wh- no! I’m tired, eager to go to sleep so we can fly home tomorrow.” You responded quickly as you straightened out your clothing and fastened your coat up.

“Mhm, sure you are.”

Emily was smirking at you when your head whipped round at the sound of her voice and one of her perfect brows was arched. You felt flushed, desperate to rush outside into the biting air of the night. Before you opened your mouth to retort back at her, you noticed her eyes flick over your shoulder and you knew he had returned.

“Ready to go?” Aaron addressed the group. There was a series of responses bounced around and you felt a hand lightly press to the small of your back. You jolted slightly, and met his gaze with a turn. “Shall we go?”

You could only nod. Vainly ignoring the pointed stares of your friends, you followed beside your unit chief as everyone exited the restaurant. You shivered slightly when the frigid wind hit your face, but you were grateful for the temperature change. The walk was short with the restaurant being located a few short blocks from the hotel and you found yourself in step with Emily and JJ, listening and chiming in with the plans they were putting together to have a girl’s night with your one only absent member of the team in the field; Penelope.

“You could stay over at my place at the end of the night out, if you wanted.” Emily said. You nodded and grinned, but JJ grimaced slightly.

“I’d be headed back home to my boys after. I wanna spend as much time with them as I can,” She spoke, then smiled smugly. “Aside from you lovely ladies, of course.”

The darker haired woman of the two huffed out a quiet laugh before the conversation died down when you came to a stop in front of the hotel’s elevator. You busied yourself with looking down at your phone when you felt the men from the team catch you all up and, with the opening of the doors, you all shuffled inside tiredly. You ended up towards the back wall, separated from Emily and JJ, and you briefly caught Emily’s eye. That smirk was present on her face again and you glanced away quickly, only to watch as your breathtaking unit chief squeezed between Derek and Spencer towards you. You couldn’t help your eyes widening slightly and your legs brushing against one another as he came to stand beside you. God, you needed to leave this damn elevator quickly. Slowly, the doors closed and you felt the movement of the elevator rising up to the floor Rossi was on. He, of course, had a room all to himself with the excuse of him being the oldest member of the team and therefore, needing his own space. The remainder of you all were on the floor above in doubles. And that was where your problem lay…

Just one more night, you thought to yourself. One more, then you could escape from the torture of sharing with Aaron Hotchner. Torture, as in sleeping on the only bed in the room; a queen, so close under the covers to the man who had taken up the entirety of your fantasies and erotic dreams. It hadn’t been easy, using the same shower he did, smelling his body wash and imagining it was in your shower at home instead. It was all too much for you and it made your thighs clench together. And while the case had been a good distraction from the full extent of your thoughts about the man, you didn’t have that now with it finished. Tonight was going to be the most tortuous of them all.

You followed behind Derek when the elevator stopped on your floor and you skittishly trekked down the corridor, unable to participate in conversation well. Your room was the first, and as Aaron unlocked the door, you watched helplessly as your friends bid you as much of a ‘good night’ as a pointed smirk that made you turn your back on them, cheeks burning. Seeing the door swung open, you mumbled a quick ‘thank you’ to him as you passed and Aaron followed, quietly closing the door behind you both and locking it again. You crossed the room to your side of the queen-sized bed and shyly perched on the edge to unfasten your shoes and kick them off.

“Do you want to take a shower first?” You heard Aaron say and you turned your body to look at him. Your breath hitched at the sight of him without his jacket on and one of his large hands was loosening the knot of his tie. You blinked a few times, trying to break your stare and you shook your head.

“Oh, no you can. Thank you, si- Aaron.”

Your cheeks flushed when he smirked at your self-correction and he hummed.

“Thanks. I’ll be quick.”

As he disappeared into the shower room with his change of clothes and towel, you flopped backwards on the bed with an exhale. One more night. Just one more and you would be free from accidentally embarrassing yourself or revealing your feelings in front of your boss. You didn’t know how you were going to sleep well tonight with nothing work-related to focus on now. No, instead your mind was fixated on the knowledge you had been sharing a bed with the man you thought about way too often, dreamt about too often, and gasped out the name of whilst you touched yourself when you definitely shouldn’t have been.

Sitting up again, you busied yourself with packing your bag as a distraction, leaving out your clothes for the journey home tomorrow. By the time you were finished, the door to the shower room swung open and Aaron walked out, rubbing his towel through his wet hair. Oh fuck.

With his arms stretched up, his more fitted black tee rode upwards and, to your delight and horror, the sexy softness of his lower stomach peeked out. You could spy the dark hair trailing from the top of his grey boxers and just below it-

“Shower’s all yours.”

You jolted at the sound of his voice and you grabbed your pyjamas and towel quickly, avoiding his gaze.

“T-thank you.”

When you heard the click of the lock, you began to tremble and buried your face in the fabric in your hands. God, you wanted to scream right now. Feebly, you hoped he hadn’t caught you staring at his physique just now but you weren’t so sure. It didn’t help that the scent of his shower gel and aftershave enveloped you in the steamy room. You clenched your thighs together and drew in a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself down enough to wash off the day. Stripping your clothes off and setting them down on the side of the sink top, not daring to look in the mirror too much at your plush body for you knew you’d see just how riled up you were right now.

The cold water of the shower did nothing to stifle the sensations between your legs, your pussy throbbed, yearning to be touched. You forbade it. Tomorrow, you thought. Not when the cause of your arousal was just the other side of the door. But even still you couldn’t resist rubbing your thighs together as the water cascaded down your curves and bumps. Eventually, you gave up and shut the water off and stepped out with your towel wrapped around your figure. You kept your touch feather-light as you dried yourself off and pulled your nightwear on, biting your lip and whimpering when the fabric brushed against the sensitive skin of your breasts and inner thighs. Drawing in a deep breath, you gathered your clothes up after finishing your nightly routine and exited out into the main room.

Aaron wasn’t in bed as you expected, rather standing by the hotel room’s desk with a casefile in hand. At the sound of your return he glanced up from the paperwork through his thick lashes. You swallowed thickly as you returned to your side of the bed again and bent over to stuff the last of your clothes into your bag. Behind you, Aaron cleared his throat and you straightened up quickly and climbed onto the bed, but he remained where he stood, now with his back to you still holding the file. You pouted.

“Si-Aaron, leave that for when we get back to the office. Or at least until we get on the plane,” You said as you peeled the covers back and settled under them. “Come to bed.”

“Making orders, are we?” The man retorted and you froze up, eyes wide in alarm when he turned slightly to look at you. His brows were furrowed, mouth pulled downward in a stern frown.

“A-Ah no! Just- I just thought you could do with an earlier night work-free tonight!” You squeaked, shifting on the bed ready to stand up again until he chuckled and flashed you a cheesy grin.

“I’m teasing you. I’m sorry, you’re right though. I’ll just be a moment, then I’ll be right over.”

You stared, blinking slowly as you processed what had just occurred, then a giggle bubbled out of you as you settled back against the pillows on your side. Aaron wasn’t really the type to tease anyone, and the way he said it to you was… well, sexy. Authoritative. You certainly would be thinking of that tomorrow when you finally returned home. But right now you had to get through this last night, somehow.

As he said, Aaron set the paperwork down after a few minutes and padded across the room to settle down on the bed. Attempting to distract yourself in the meantime, you were scrolling on your phone casually and forcefully willed yourself not to look at him when you felt the mattress dip under his weight settling next to you. As he shuffled under the covers, you reached over to your bedside table and set your phone down, then snuggled down against the pillows. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, so close to you that it was electrifying. Your body shuddered.

“Cold?” Aaron queried. Your toes curled.

“Y-yeah. I’ll warm up though.”

“Right. Let me know if you don’t though.”

“Will do.” You turned on your side, facing away from him as he reached for the light switch on the wall next to him. “Good night, sir.”

Aaron hummed.

“Sleep well, (Y/n).”

And somehow, you managed to drift off to sleep.

“Mhm, come on now. Show daddy your pretty pussy.” Aaron said with a smirk, kneeling between your plump thighs as you dug your heels into the mattress.

You bit your lip, gazing up at his dishevelled appearance, his shirt unbuttoned the whole way and hanging from his shoulders to reveal the plains of his strong chest and soft pudge of his lower stomach. And below it was a prominent bulge pressed against the fly of his neat slacks, the sight making you shudder with need. Shyly, you grabbed your legs by the back of your knees and slowly pulled them apart, feeling your folds spread and the cool air of the room caressed your glistening slit. Aaron’s pupils dilated until his brown eyes appeared almost black and his hands came to grip onto the meat of your thighs, fingers digging in as he pulled them further apart to examine your throbbing clit and twitchy entrance. He groaned as a trail of juices trickled out of you, slowly disappearing between your ass cheeks before him.

“Yes… such a good girl for daddy. You want me to play with your pussy, huh?”

You rolled your hips eagerly, letting out a guttural whine.

“Please daddy, please!”

His smirk widened.

“Please, what?”

You whimpered as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

“P-please play with my pussy, daddy! Need your fingers so badly!” You cried, rolling your hips again.

“Good girl.”

His hands brushed closer and closer to your slit until he suddenly pushed back the hood of your clit with his right thumb, exposing the bundle of nerves to him and eliciting a squeak. But as his other hand came to caress it your hips jumped, the pleasurable sensation intense already. He cooed.

“So sensitive and jumpy, like a cute little bunny.”

Your eyes widened and your body jolted with his words, making him let out a surprised chuckle.

“Oh? You like being called bunny, huh? Naughty girl.” He said and his hand came down fast and slapped your poor clit. You wailed, your grip on your legs tightening.

“D-daddy~!”

Your cheeks warmed, your lower belly coiling in embarrassment and arousal and he let out a breathy laugh again.

“Awww, is my little bunny embarrassed she liked that? How cute. Don’t worry though, daddy’s gonna take care of you…”

Muffled sounds roused Aaron from his light slumber and he sat up quickly in alarm, reaching over to his bedside table- then he realised the covers were moving beside him. He cautiously turned to look over your side of the bed and his jaw clenched.

Writhing with the sheets kicked mostly off, you slept restlessly. A thin layer of sweat beaded on your forehead and your brows were creased. This was where the noise was coming from, Aaron thought as you whimpered quietly. A nightmare? Then he really paid attention to the way your body moved, hips rolling, legs splaying lazily and your hands clutched at the sheets. Oh.

Within his boxers, Aaron felt his cock twitch at the realisation of what you were more likely dreaming about in that moment. Fuck. What was he to do? He most certainly wouldn’t get anymore sleep now at this rate. Maybe he should quietly get dressed and leave with a note telling you he went for a walk. But at the same time he didn’t like the thought of leaving you by yourself- Aaron scrunched his eyes shut and clenched his hands into fists, pushing away the more serious thoughts. You were capable of protecting yourself, he knew that. And yet…

“Mmh, daddy please…” He heard beside him and his entire body jolted in surprise, eyes flying open and immediately finding your face. Aaron swallowed thickly as his cock twitched again, hardening slowly.

Try as he might to resist, his eyes wandered to the rest of your body where your chest rose and fell, the swell of your breasts strained against the confines of your pyjama shirt. Fuck, your nipples were pebbled and for a moment he wondered how they'd feel between his teeth.

He clenched his jaw and forced his gaze away from your chest, only to find himself ogling the squishiness of your stomach. Oh, how he had fantasised about gripping onto it as he thrusted his cock into you, needing to see how your body moved in time with him. And as his eyes trailed down to your moving hips he spotted the dampening patch on the crotch of your pyjama shorts- fuck, he needed to wake you up now.

Carefully, Aaron reached a shaky hand over towards you in the darkness of the room and touched your shoulder.

“(Y/n), hey, wake up.” He said softly, and in response your eyes squeezed shut as you let out a groan. “Come on, wake up, sweetheart.”

A moment passed, then your eyes fluttered open and flicked to look at him, only to squeak and flinch back when familiarity filled your gaze.

“S-sir!” You cried out.

This couldn’t be happening to you right now, surely. You surely weren't sprawled out flushed and needy whilst Aaron stared down at you as he kneeled beside you, his hand still resting on your shoulder. You quickly sat up and pulled the covers up over your form.

“Wh-what’s wrong? Do we have a case?” You stumbled over the words quickly, and Aaron blinked, then huffed out a quiet laugh.

“No, no. Don't worry about that. Are you okay?” He asked gently and you felt your stomach clench. Oh no…

“I-I….”

Aaron leaned a little closer, brows creased in concern.

“Bad dream?”

You froze. He really did hear you, then. After a moment, you sighed and rubbed your hands over your face.

“No… but I think you already know that, sir.” You mumbled.

Aaron hummed and dropped his hand from your shoulder.

“I didn't want to accuse you of anything and embarrass you,” he said and shifted back towards his side of the bed ever so slightly to give you space. “But, well, I woke up because I could hear you.”

Your grip on the covers tightened as a cold feeling of shame oozed over you.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to happen.”

You mumbled as your head drooped and you felt your lower lip begin to tremble. This was the worst thing to happen right now. Not only had you dreamt of your boss in an inappropriate way, you'd disturbed his sleep too.

“Hey…” Aaron began softly, reaching across again to take hold of one of your hands. You refused to look up though, the negative feelings within now burned through your veins like lava. “Look at me.” He said.

You didn't move.

“I can't. Wanna forget this happened, sir.” You mumbled back.

He was quiet for a moment, brushing his thumb across your knuckles soothingly.

“Well I don't.”

That got your attention, then. Your head snapped up and your eyes searched his face.

“I-I’m sorry?”

Aaron gazed down at you through his thick lashes, the sight causing a warmth to pool within your lower abdomen. Had he gotten closer all of a sudden?

“I’m going to switch the room light on, protect your eyes for a moment.”

You complied immediately, turning away to bury your face in the crook of your arm and you heard the click of the light switch, signalling you to slowly pull your arm away from your squinting eyes. Now… Now there was nothing to hide from him. You turned back towards him and you shuddered at the sight of his rugged appearance. Aaron exhaled.

“Listen (Y/n), you think I'm a stranger to erotic dreams? Of course I'm not.” He said, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. “You've nothing to be ashamed of.”

“But I do!” You cried and pulled back, stumbling out of bed and clenching your hands into fists. “I shouldn't have had this dream, especially since I dreamt about the very person I've been-” your eyes widened then, realising what you'd almost said. Aaron knelt up now, moving closer to where you stood backed against the wall.

“Been what?”

You just had to dig your hole deeper. Aaron’s brows were creased now, but all you could do was stare back with a saddened furrow.

“(Y/n)?”

The prickling feeling in the corner of your eyes triggered your throat to tighten as you fought the urge to cry.

“You know what I'm going to say, but I'm ashamed to say it.” You choked.

Aaron's brows raised slightly, but he remained quiet for a moment as though lost in thought.

Every second that passed was agony, your mind beginning to race away from you with ‘what ifs’ about everything. Was he uncomfortable with you? What if you were transferred or fired? The thought made your chest ache and finally, the tears began to roll down your cheeks and your breaths grew shallow and fast.

“Hey, hey. (Y/n), look at me. C'mere back to bed.” Aaron's voice brought you from your thoughts and your eyes refocused on the contours of his mature face. He was painfully beautiful. “Will you let me hug you? You're okay. You've nothing to be ashamed of.”

You simply nodded meekly and he breathed, reaching out to you-of which you met him halfway by crawling back onto the mattress- and pulled you over for a warm, ever engulfing embrace, maintaining you at his side respectfully. You let out a whimper as you gripped onto his shirt tightly, whilst his hands held firmly onto your soft body.

“I'm sorry.” You mumbled against his shirt.

“You don't need to be.”

“I had an embarrassing sex dream about you and now you're comforting me for it.”

Aaron held you closer still, resting your head on his chest. Wait- his heart was racing.

“Maybe that’s because I want to.” He said quietly. You pulled back.

“Wh-why?”

He quirked a little grin as one of his hands glided up and down your back soothingly.

“Well, when I said I am no stranger to erotic dreams…” he trailed off and your breath hitched.

No way. Surely he wasn't implying-

“Whatever you're thinking, the answer is yes. I've had my own fair share of…dreams about you.” His eyes were fixed on you as he spoke, and you felt your body trembling. He let out a chuckle. “I've been very lucky this week that somehow I haven't had one, to put things into perspective.”

You stared at him for a moment, then your face broke out into a flustered grin and you giggled.

“Oh! Well I- I didn't expect that, sir!”

With the room light on now you could bear witness to the delightful sight of Aaron's flushed pink cheeks as he grinned bashfully.

“Now you see that you have nothing to be ashamed of.”

You both quietened for a moment, holding one another gently as you studied one another. He really was such a beautiful man. Silently, he leaned down towards you closer still and your breath hitched.

“A-are you gonna kiss me, sir?”

“Mhm, you called me something very different when you were sleeping.” He murmured and you shuddered.

“I…”

“I sure hope you're not about to apologise again to me, sweetheart.” He said as he leaned closer towards your face, eyes gazing down at your lips through his thick lashes. “Because if you are, I'm going to have to put that pretty mouth of yours to better use.”

Your eyes widened and you shivered as your thighs clenched together.

“F-fuck…”

Aaron hummed and cupped your cheeks with his large hands, his thumbs stroking your soft skin.

“May I kiss you, (Y/n)?”

You swallowed thickly.

“Please.” You managed to whisper.

And his lips were pressed against yours a moment later, tender and gentle and sensual as your eyes fluttered shut and your hands came to grab onto the front of his tee shirt. Instinctively, you whined into it and his hands moved, gliding down to your plush waist and gripping onto the flesh. He moved backwards, pulling you with him to straddle his lap and as your clothed slit reached the fabric of his underwear you felt just how much he wanted this from the firm, hot bulge that pressed against the confines of the fabric.

You whimpered as he pulled back barely enough for him to be able to speak, his lips still brushing against yours as he spoke.

“Feel how much I like you, huh? Need you so much, pretty girl.”

You shyly rolled your hips, grinding your mound against the bulge and earning a sharp hiss from the man before you. His hands moved suddenly to grab your ass cheeks, squeezing and melding them and causing you to roll your hips more in response. He groaned against your mouth when his lips met yours again, the second kiss being more heated and desperate; hungry for you. Only when the need for oxygen burned in your chest did you both part once more, but his lips remained on your skin as they travelled along your soft jaw.

“C'mon, tell me about the dream you were having.” He coaxed you, holding your body flushed with his more than ever. You merely whimpered and your hands moved to his hair, messing it up with strands pointing in random directions. Aaron tutted and turned you both over, pinning you beneath him and making you squeal.

“A-alright! I, mmh, wanted you to touch my p-pussy, you had me spread my legs for you.”

Something flared within Aaron's dark eyes and you heard a rumble in his chest; possessive and aroused. His hands gripped your hips and you parted your thighs a little, eager for him. He smirked.

“Oh? Well, we'll build up to that. Wanna ask you a few things first.” he said, brushing his nose against yours. “I wanna know what you're okay with and your limits.”

You sucked your lower lip between your teeth and slowly released it, enjoying the way Aaron's eyes fixated on your mouth.

“J-just as long as you don't do anything too extreme like really hurting me or extremely gross I'm okay. I'm a big girl, I can take it.”

You felt as Aaron's hands slid up to cup your cheeks and he kissed the tip of your nose fondly, making you hum.

“I see, I don't want to hurt you, at least nothing more than if you enjoyed a bit of spanking. How does that sound, hmm?” He said and you shuddered, flashes of the dream you'd had causing you to subtly spread your legs a little wider.

A whine escaped you as you held onto him desperately. “Yes, fuck please!”

Aaron smiled.

“Good girl.”

You shivered and opened and closed your mouth a few times, debating on how to word what you wanted to say next. He quirked a brow.

“What is it?”

“I… well, I love slaps on my ass but I also- fuck, this is embarrassing!” you squeaked, earning a kiss to your forehead, then Aaron brushed his own forehead against yours.

“You don't need to be embarrassed, sweetheart. I'm not here to shame you.”

With a whimper, you blurted it out.

“I really like pussy spanking!”

As the words slipped your mouth the reaction was instantaneous; the man before you jolted forward, his hips bumping against yours and pressing the prominent bulge of his erection against your inner thigh. And it twitched. You made a small noise as he pushed himself up again as he uttered an apology.

“I didn’t mean to do that, I’m sorry.” Aaron said but in response you rolled your hips upwards, chasing the feeling of his arousal against your body.

“I-It’s more than fine, s-Aaron.”

He hummed, pressing his weight down onto you now and his lips brushed over yours.

“So, pussy spanking? I didn’t expect that from you, naughty girl.” He teased you and you shuddered. He chuckled softly and began to slightly grind his bulge against the heat of your clothed slit. “You want daddy to spank your pussy, huh?”

You bit your lip, brows creasing as you nodded at him with a little hum.

“Y-you’re okay with daddy?”

Aaron stroked your cheek and pressed a soft kiss against the corner of your mouth.

“More than okay with it, I assure you.”

With that he pressed his lips to yours properly once more and his large hands travelled down your neck until he grasped your breasts, causing you to gasp in surprise. Aaron took advantage of this, his tongue brushing against your own whilst his fingers pinched and flicked at your erect nipples through your pyjama shirt. All you could do was grip onto his upper arms, the strong muscles tensing as you rolled your hips up against Aaron's bulge and causing much needed friction on your poor clit.

When you both parted for oxygen again, you whined.

“Please-!”

“Aww, please what?” Aaron cooed at you, though it wasn't entirely sincere but rather mimicking your tone. You felt flushed, embarrassed but enjoying it more than you thought you would.

“W-wanna feel your hands on my skin!”

With a hum of approval, you felt as he pulled at the hem of your shirt and you shifted up from the bed just enough for him to be able to pull it off your body, exposing your plush body to him finally. You didn’t have time to clam up and cover yourself with your arms as Aaron gently grasped your wrists and pinned them either side of your head. He exhaled deeply, causing a rumble to vibrate through his chest. His dark eyes roamed over your form and again, you felt his cock twitch.

“Jesus, you’re fucking beautiful.”

Your legs came to clamp around his hips and you tried to curl your knees inwards in a feeble attempt at covering yourself.

“S-sir!” you squeaked. His eyes narrowed and he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

“Careful, if you call me that I may not know what to do with myself when we’re working together.”

Your eyes widened in alarm, but a faint smirk toyed with the corner of his mouth and you relaxed a little. You’d keep that in mind for now. Drawing your attention back to the present, Aaron released his hold on your wrists, only for his hands to glide across your shoulders and down the centre of your chest, teasing you by avoiding touching your nipples. Now, he allowed himself to smile more openly and he drew in a deep breath.

“So soft, so fucking sexy. You’ll let me kiss them, huh pretty girl?” He murmured.

You nodded and offered a brief ‘yes’ and he slid down the bed a little until his face was level with your breasts. You shuddered when his lips made contact with the valley between them, leaving little kisses over the area and starting to sidle over to the right one, his tongue slipping out to swirl around your areola and causing you to arch up into his touch and gasp out. You could feel his lips curl into a smirk as they wrapped around the pert nipple and he sucked it into his mouth, his hand coming to grab your other breast and roll the nipple between his thumb and pointer finger. You moaned softly, moving your hands to sift through the dark locks of Aaron’s hair and mussing it up. When his teeth brushed against the tip your back arched and you tugged on his hair, making him huff a muffled laugh.

With a wet smack of his lips, he pulled away from your now swollen nipple and brushed his lips over the flushed skin.

“You sound so sexy when you moan for me, pretty girl.” He murmured and you let go of his hair to cover your face with your hands, squeaking.

“Shhh! Don't say that!”

Unbeknownst to you, his gaze darkened and suddenly, his hand came down and slapped your inner thigh and startling you with a squeal.

“Aaron!”

His hand slapped your thigh again, closer to your clothed slit.

“What was that, hm?” He said darkly, his hand gripping onto the meat of your thigh, his fingers indenting slightly. You breathed shakily.

“I-I-”

“It’s daddy, got it? Or do you want to be punished?”

You stared into his dark eyes and sucked on your lower lip again, slightly swaying your hips side to side.

“No, daddy. I-I’ll be a good girl.” you whimpered and Aaron hummed softly, moving his hands up to cup your cheeks and brushing his thumbs against your skin.

“That’s right, you’re my good girl.”

He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours again, groaning softly into the kiss and you returned to brushing your fingers through his dark locks. You felt him press his thick bulge against you and you desperately wanted to feel his bare skin against yours. Needed to see it, touch it, taste it…

Aaron grunted in surprise as you shoved him away, only to hear you giggle as you manoeuvred him to lay on his back whilst you knelt at his crotch. His eyes narrowed at you.

“What do you think you’re doing, hmm?” He asked darkly and you leaned down closer to the twitching bulge of his boxers.

“Can I have a taste please, sir?”

Visibly, Aaron’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. He let out a puff of air through his nose and a smirk tugged at his mouth.

“What did I tell you about calling me ‘sir’? You fucking naughty girl.” He gritted, although he wasn’t truly annoyed. You hummed innocently.

“Whoops, I can’t help it, sir. I’m just so used to it.”

Shaking his head but smiling slightly, Aaron raised a brow at you and his body relaxed.

“Well, since you asked so nicely I’ll forgive and forget both you shoving me ah-nd-” His words stuttered when you pressed a little kiss to the tip of his clothed cock and hummed softly at the feeling of the patch of precum staining his boxers touching your lips. “F-fuck…”

You beamed at him between his slightly parted legs, pressing your soft cheek against the bulge affectionately.

“You’re so big, daddy!”

With your newfound confidence, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his underwear and slid them down, eyes wide as they focused on his cock. You heard Aaron hiss when his length finally slipped out, slapping against the lower part of his tee shirt. He was very big. Aaron let out a deep, quiet moan as he studied your expression- you were in awe, almost salivating at the sight of him. You slid down to lay on your stomach, taking hold of his shaft and causing him to hiss sharply. From the hem of his shirt you could see the base of his thick happy trail, the dark hair spreading out across his pubic bone and haloing his cock. With your other hand, you pulled his underwear down further until they reached his mid-thigh and now you had access to his mouth-watering balls too. You whimpered. Aaron felt precum slowly drip down off his tip, soaking into his shirt and leaving a little wet patch.

“You like the look of daddy’s cock huh?”

You nodded and whined out a little “yes” before you nuzzled your face against his cock. Eyes fluttering shut, you slowly opened your mouth and took the oozing tip inside, humming at the taste of his natural body and the slightly salty precum. You heard Aaron swear as you swirled your tongue around the tip, slipping your mouth further down the shaft. You bobbed your head lightly, sucking against his skin and feeling giddiness rise in your chest with every grunt and moan and curse that passed his lips. He tasted so good, addicting and you craved more. With one hand on his shaft, sliding up and down to meet your mouth, the other glided up to his stomach, slipping under his shirt and gripping onto the soft pudge there. You carded your fingers through the thick, dark hair there and felt the muscles under his skin contracting with every suck and lick of his cock. You felt his hands gently grip your scalp and you dug your fingers into his stomach when he began to guide you up and down his length.

“Unnf… that’s it, fuck- such a good fucking girl-” Aaron moaned softly, and you could feel him twitching against your tongue. You took more into your mouth until you felt the tip reach the back, just short of your throat, and you gagged a little. Aaron pulled you off quickly, sitting up to cup your cheeks. “Oh shit, I’m sorry sweetheart. Are you okay?” His eyes searched your face, the saliva dribbling down your chin and the little gasping breaths passing your swollen lips. You grinned.

“Mmh I am. Guess I gotta practice more to build up to that.” You breathed and slid your hand up and down his length. Aaron bucked his hips in surprise, falling back against the pillows with a grunt and causing you to giggle. “Oops~!”

You continued to slide your hand up over the slick tip whilst you kissed down the underside of the shaft until you reached the place where his cock met his balls. You hummed softly, tongue darting out to lick them and causing Aaron to groan deeply from the back of his throat. You could only sneak a couple more kisses before he pulled you away from his cock, grabbing onto your upper arms and hauling you to straddle him. He pressed his lips to yours in a fierce kiss, no doubt tasting himself on your lips, and his hands slid over to your back and encouraged you to grind your clothed slit over his shaft. You whined, feeling the tip bump your clit with the movement and wanting to feel more. Before you knew it, you were trapped beneath him on your back again, gasping in surprise and in turn, allowing his tongue to slip against yours. You felt hot, burning with need for him and craving him to do as he pleased with you so long as you could stay with him.

Aaron reeled back, gazing down at you with a look of pure desire and admiration of you. He reached for his shirt, pulling it up over his head and discarding it without any care and your pupils blew wide at the breathtaking sight of him in his entirety. Your eyes trailed over his form, over every bump and curve, the hair sprouting over his stomach, at every mole and beauty mark. But also at the faded but still raised scars that were scattered all across his body. You hadn’t known him during the threat of Foyet but had heard some of what transpired. But seeing it before you, seeing what physical damage that sadistic man had done to Aaron made your breath hitch. You blinked a few times, both to stop yourself from staring but also to try to clear away the tears welling up. Aaron noticed them though, leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose affectionately.

“I’m okay, sweetheart. I promise.” He murmured softly. You nodded, but in the back of your mind you filed this off for a later time. For now, you slid your hand across his torso, feeling his skin under your touch and you kissed the corner of his mouth.

“You’re so handsome, sir. I knew you were already but…”

Aaron chuckled quietly, the tips of his ears evidently red as he cupped your cheek with one of his hands, brushing his thumb over your lips.

“Sweet-talking me, are we? Well, I appreciate it. I feel the same way seeing you.” kneeling back and lightly gripping onto the band of your shorts, he smirked. “Speaking of… shall we get these off you now, pretty girl? Gotta show your cute, little pussy the same amount of love you gave my cock.”

You squeaked, hips twitching upwards into his touch and allowing him to start sliding the shorts down your plush stomach and stretching over your large thighs. At the sight of your pubic mound, Aaron hummed deeply and made quick work pulling the fabric off the rest of the way, too joining the rest of your clothes elsewhere on the floor. You bit your lip, gazing up at him desperately and he chuckled again,

“Mhm, now I recall what you told me earlier from your dream. So,” He leaned back to give you space and gripped his girthy cock with one of his large hands. “Show daddy your pretty pussy.”

Oh fuck, you whimpered as you felt your clit throb at his command. You slid your hands down your body and gripped onto your legs, hooking your hands under your knees, and started parting your thighs for him. The cool air of the room hitting your dewy folds caused you to shiver, and the sight of Aaron jerking himself off to you made you feel confident, more aroused.

“I-is this okay, sir?”

Aaron gripped the base of his cock tightly, groaning a little and shifting forward towards your spread legs.

“God- so fucking pretty. You’ll let daddy touch, won’t you? You’re so wet.” He breathed, eyes focused on your slit.

“P-please-”

“Good girl.”

Letting go of his cock, Aaron instead moved his hands down to part your folds with his thumbs, licking his lips at the sight of your juices coating your skin. You shivered again, rolling your hips in desperation.

SLAP.

You squealed, back arching as the sting of Aaron’s hand impacting with your pussy startled you more than hurt you.

“Daddy!”

“I didn’t say you could keep moving around, little girl.”

Your eyes widened at his sharp tone, staring up at him as he glared. He resumed with his touches, swiping his fingers down from your little bundle of nerves to your leaking entrance. You whimpered, struggling to stay still but you couldn’t stop yourself from twitching. He chuckled and held his hand out to you showing off how much of your juices had stuck to his fingers.

“Would you look at that, little girl. So sensitive… i’ve barely touched you and you’re so jumpy.”

Your eyes widened and your stomach clenched, causing Aaron to pause.

“What is it? Are you alright?” His tone softened and you panicked a little.

“A-ah yes! Don’t worry, I just-” you felt a flush of warmth to your cheeks as you thought of how to word what you were about to say next. “Well, in my dream I was jumpy and you said I was jumpy like a b-bunny.”

For a moment the room was quiet, and you wondered if you had made a mistake. But as you opened your mouth to take back what you’d said, Aaron pinched your clit, making you cry out and buck your hips up.

“Well well, you’re more fucking filthy than I expected. You want me to call you my little bunny, huh?”

You keened up at him, letting out a high pitched noise as you tightened your grip on your legs.

“P-please, daddy!”

With a quiet huffing laugh, Aaron swiped his fingers across your pussy again and leaned down to press a kiss to your pubic mound. You quivered, anticipating what he would do next.

“So soft… Mmh, you smell so good, bunny. Gonna taste you now.” He whispered and slid his mouth lower, brushing his lips over the hood of your sensitive clit. He hummed, sending vibrations through your slit and you choked out, bucking your hips up against his face.

SLAP.

You sobbed out a broken moan with the smack to your pussy again, this time more firmly than the first one.

“Fuck- sorry da- ungh!” you could barely speak, words slurring into a loud moan when Aaron’s tongue swiped from your leaky hole up to your little nub, sucking it into his mouth and releasing it with a tug. He didn’t stop, lapping at the bundle of nerves with his talented tongue and all you could do was try to stop yourself from riding his face. With his slick covered hand, he circled a finger around your entrance and dipped it inside slightly with every round; teasing you. He sucked you back into his mouth again, simultaneously thrusting the finger inside you in one swipe and you wailed.

Your grip on your legs faltered, slipping from your grasp and your feet slammed down onto the mattress. With a growl, Aaron surrounded your clit with his teeth as he pulled his mouth away again and as he did so, his finger slipped back out of your pussy. The sound of his fingers slapping your poor slit resounded around the room, accompanied by your cute squeal.

“You’re a naughty fucking bunny, aren’t you? Can’t keep hold of your legs anymore, huh? Tsk.”

Shoving your legs apart, Aaron thrusted two fingers inside you this time and his mouth devoured your poor clit, the little nub becoming swollen and red from the spanks. With another sob, your hands came to grip at his hair and he growled again, fucking his fingers into you roughly. He would be the death of you, driving you brainless with his touch and you’d thank him for it too.

Two fingers became three, stretching your little pussy open around them as he tortured you with his mouth. You already felt full just with his thick fingers inside you, but you’d seen the girth of his cock and you could only wonder how much it would split you open for him.

“S-so much- Fuck! Daddy, s-so thick~” You whined, feeling your juices drooling out of you with every thrust of his fingers. Aaron pulled off your clit again far enough away to speak.

“You need stretching out so you can take daddy’s cock, bunny.”

He emphasised with a thrust upwards and your hips spasmed, hands gripping the bedsheets either side of you desperately.

“G-ghh fuck!”

His mouth resumed on your mound as his pace quickened, fingers rapidly thrusting in and out of you with a sloshing sound. You felt a burning pleasure building within your lower abdomen, coaxed by his torturous touch and your noises raised in pitch. With the feeling of your walls clamping around his fingers, Aaron smirked around your clit as he knew you were going to cum any moment now. With a light nibble of his teeth and a particular thrust you cried, back arching as you rode his mouth and fingers through your powerful orgasm. But he didn’t let up, continuing your torture until you were keening again. Only then did he relent, pulling off your clit with a wet smack of his lips and he pushed himself up with his spare hand, keeping his fingers of his other hand inside you still. He licked his lips.

“Mhm, you taste real good, bunny.” he smirked, eyes on your heaving chest. You struggled to catch your breath, eyes heavily lidded as you basked in the aftershocks.

“F-fuck, that was…”

“Us only getting started.”

That helped your eyes recover, widening as you stared up at the mischievous look on Aaron’s face.

“Oh fuck.”

He leaned down to kiss you, full of passion as you opened your mouth to taste your juices that lingered on his tongue, but pulled away far too soon and his fingers slipped out of your gushing hole. He cooed at you when you whimpered, pressing one more kiss to your forehead.

“Just gotta get a condom, bunny. You just sit tight for daddy, okay?” He said as he shifted away and clambered off the bed. Your eyes followed his toned rump, the urge to bite it suddenly flooded your mind and you bit your lip. Maybe another time, you thought.

“Why’d you have condoms, daddy? You thinking about fucking me?” You giggled as he grabbed a little foil packet from his go-bag. He turned to you with a glare, stalking over to the bed and crawling towards you on the mattress. Before you could react, his hand came down sharply on your overly sensitive clit and you wailed, body jolting as pleasure and pain spasmed through you.

“Don’t be coy with me, naughty little bunny. I have them for less mess. Which is your doing,” He emphasised with another, lighter slap to your clit, then massaged it with the slightly rough pad of his fingers. “You keep invading my dreams and I have to sort out the problem you cause.”

Oh fuck, you whined as your mind was filled with thoughts of Aaron waking from erotic dreams about you, fucking his fist at the thought of you afterwards.

“G-god that’s so hot, daddy!” you moaned, rolling your hips involuntarily and he grunted.

“It’s been torture, is what it is.” Aaron came to kneel between your spread legs again, this time his hips were flushed with your thighs, and he tore open the little wrapper with his skillful fingers. But as he began rolling the rubber over his thick shaft, his hands faltered and his cock twitched. “Oh god.”

You tilted your head.

“Wh-what’s wrong?”

Aaron didn’t say anything at first as he secured the condom in place, but then he pressed the length down against your squishy stomach and mound and you realised what he was thinking about.

“Look how small you are compared to daddy’s cock.” He marvelled. And he was right. He was so thick, at least three of his fingers in width, with the tip ending at the midway point of your low abdomen. Oh… You felt your pussy clench in anticipation.

“I…I don’t know if it’ll fit, daddy.”

You sucked your lip into your mouth, wiggling your hips as you shifted to get comfortable. Aaron cooed at you.

“Aww don’t worry bunny, daddy will make sure it fits.”

Grasping his cock and shifting back just enough to align the bulbous head with your pussy, he slowly brushed it up and down, using his other hand to spread your lips to expose more of your clit to him as he massaged it with his cock. You were gasping out cute, little noises which only encouraged him to grind more, thrusting over the hood of the sensitive nub with a quiet grunt.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. You ready to take my cock, little bunny?” He rumbled and you grasped for the hand spreading your folds.

“Please, sir! N-need it so badly~” you whined and with a huffed laugh, Aaron angled his cock in line with your oozing entrance.

“Gonna push inside now, bunny. Be a good girl for me-”

You could feel the pressure on your hole. The sensation of his cockhead slowly pushing into you made your eyes widen more and more until suddenly, it slid home and stretched you out deliciously.

“O-oh-!” Your mouth was agape, and Aaron groaned deeply with the sensation of your pussy clenching around his tip. Christ, you already felt full to the brim. But then as his hand slammed down onto the pillow beside your head in an attempt to stay upright, his cock slid in further- easing into you more and stretching you out a little bit at a time. “Fuck!” You moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

His own moan joined yours, deep and sensual and one of the best sounds you had ever heard. He stilled, holding himself up as he waited for you to adjust.

“F-fuck- sorry, sweetheart- you just feel so good I lost my balance for a moment.” He grunted, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “You alright?”

You nodded, straining your neck up to press your lips to his cheek over the beauty mark under his right eye.

“I am, don’t worry. Feels so good, I promise.” You murmured softly, smiling up at him. He chuckled and a delightful blush tinted his cheeks.

“Okay, okay. Gonna slide out a bit and try to get a little deeper, bunny.”

Pulling his hips back, you felt his length retreating until only the tip remained, then he lightly thrusted forward with a soft grunt again. Slowly, inch-by-inch he worked his cock inside you, encouraged by your soft moans. And then, you felt his hips press against the back of your thighs, stuffed full of his fat cock. Your eyes were blown wide, whining loudly when you felt the pad of his thumb brush against your clit.

“S-full…” you slurred, hands reaching for Aaron’s arms to grip onto. He was clenching his jaw, resisting the urge to fuck into you until you were ready.

“You take me so well, bunny- fuck!” Your pussy clenched around him from his praising and it took every ounce of his strength not to fall on top of you again.

You felt impossibly stuffed full of him with a dull ache throbbing through your lower abdomen, though not entirely unpleasant.

“P-please…”

“Please, what? Use your words, pretty bunny.” Aaron teased and you whined whilst pushing your hips up at him.

“Please move, daddy!” you finally whined out and he kissed your forehead.

“Good girl.”

Slowly sliding his cock out of you, your pussy clinging to his shaft like a vice grip, he paused when only the tip remained. And then he thrusted forward in one firm movement, spearing you on his length to the hilt. You cried out in time with his grunt, and slowly he picked up a pace. IN and out, in and out, your body jolting in time with every thrust, to which Aaron grabbed onto one of your breasts to leverage himself.

“Feel so fucking good around my cock- fuck- good little bunny-” Aaron grunted and emphasised his words every time he bottomed out, his voice more husky than usual as pleasure burned through his entirety. You could only moan and wail, the pressure of his cock stretching out your hole and the prominent vein running along the topside of his shaft stimulated your clitoris from within.

“S-so much- Aah-Aaron!” You wailed as your words melted into moans, not even paying attention to the fact his name had slipped through. You felt Aaron’s hips stutter and he swore loudly, curling downward and kissing your neck hungrily. His pace quickened, his cock barely pulling out more than halfway now and stimulating the roof of your pussy more thoroughly. But you least expected his hand grabbing your breast to let go, only to slap your poor clit and making you cry out barely lower than a scream. “Sir!”

Aaron pulled upright to glare down at you, still fucking his cock into you roughly,

“That’s not what you called me just now, you fucking naughty girl.” He hissed as he slapped your clit again. You howled, back arching and your legs tried to close but were blocked by his hips.

“Please! I’m sorry, daddy! Feels too good~”

“I haven’t even been fucking you for that long and you’re already this brainless? Fucking filthy.” He spat, rubbing his fingers over you clit rapidly. You writhed beneath him, not caring about having shame as your pleasure began to swell. He scoffed. “I can feel you pulsing. Gonna cum, are you? Go on, cum for daddy like the filthy fucking bunny you are.”

The pleasure was burning now, spreading through your core until you let out a broken moan, grabbing Aaron by the shoulders and pulling him down on top of you, his fingers still rapidly toying with your sensitive nub. It was blinding, no other orgasm had compared to this one before. Being so full of him, surrounded by him, his relentless movements… You were spasming hard, your body trying to shy away from the overwhelming pleasure but Aaron pulled you back with his free hand.

“Oh no you don’t. You’re staying right here, bunny.”

You whined as oversensitivity caused your body to shiver uncontrollably. Aaron finally relented, though still kept you stuffed with his cock and he brushed his lips against your cheek. “You doing okay?” he whispered softly and you nodded, smiling a little,

“God yeah, you’re fucking wild!” You giggled when he huffed out a laugh and nuzzled your cheek against his. “We can keep going, that was just the most intense orgasm I think I’ve ever had.”

“Jeez, well it was certainly the most intense sensation I’ve felt around my cock, I’ll tell you that.”

With one last kiss to your cheek, Aaron pulled back and his demeanour shifted back to being stern and dominant. He eyed the place where you two bodies joined and he hummed.

“Don’t move, daddy wants to check something, ‘kay?”

You whimpered as you felt his cock slowly pulling out of your oversensitive channel but then you squeaked when he pulled the tip out entirely, followed by a gush of your juices. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer, pushing your thighs back until you knees reached your chest. “Hold them there.”

You complied immediately, gripping the back of your knees and struggling a little bit with the sweat that had built up there. With his hands free now though Aaron carefully pried your folds apart and he groaned loudly. You twitched.

“Wh-what is it?”

His eyes dragged up to your face and he smirked.

“Wanted to see how much you’d stretched for daddy, bunny. You’re fucking gaping.”

You felt your eyes widen and a full-body shiver coursed through you.

“Oh my god.”

He hummed deeply again, then leaned his body down to swipe his tongue around your slightly gaping entrance. You could barely make a noise before he sat up again and pushed his cock back inside in one quick movement and you gasped loudly. With your knees pressed to your chest it felt as though he pushed impossibly deeper inside you and it made you mewl for him. He was rolling his hips sensually into you, moaning in his sensually baritone voice.

“Fuck… Don’t think I’m gonna last too much longer, sweetheart.” He huffed out when he felt you clenching around him again. You let go of your legs, hooking them over his shoulders and instead grasping hold of his hands.

“S’okay, me neither-”

Aaron’s pubic bone rubbed against your swollen clit, the hair tickling it with the roll of his hips. He squeezed your dominant hand and moved it between your bodies but didn’t let go, instead guiding your circles around the bundle of nerves.

“That’s it, good girl. My fucking good bunny.” He encouraged you. Pleasure was building again rapidly within you, and you turned your head to bite into the pillow cradling your head.

“F-fuck! Please- please!”

Aaron picked up the pace, pulling out just enough to piston in and out of you and his noises raised an octave higher.

“Shit- (Y/n)!” He moaned and that was it for you. Your body shook and quivered almost violently, eyes rolling back into your head as you wailed Aaron’s name. Simultaneously, his cock twitched prominently as he orgasmed, his body tensing aside from his bucking hips. There was no end, your pussy clenching around him in response to his hand guiding your clitoral stimulation, in turn prolonging his own overwhelming pleasure. Before it became all too much, he let go of your hand and both dropped onto the mattress, utterly fucked out.

The room was quiet aside from your mutually heavy breathing and the rush of blood in your ears. You could feel Aaron softening inside you now as the two of you calmed down but you whined and grabbed hold of him when he tried to pull away.

“No, stay!”

“Honey, I’ll collapse on you, and I’ve gotta take care of the condom.” He said softly to which you scowled at him.

“Ugh, but I wanna cuddle.” You protested weakly. He smiled and kissed your forehead.

“You need to pee too, pretty girl.”

You only slightly hated that he was right about that. A few minutes later, with some water and some snacks you had in your go-bag, the two of you cuddled up to one another under the covers, still bare but cosy. Initially, Aaron had protested laying half on top of you as you requested, but quickly accepted it with a light-hearted laugh when you pulled him down onto you and wrapped your limbs around him. It felt natural, as though you’d always been together. And it filled you with butterflies.

You brushed your fingers through his messy, dark hair and studied the beauty of his face when he lifted his head up from your bust to look at you. The corner of your mouth twitched.

“D’you wanna, um, maybe go for coffee sometime?”

Aaron grinned.

“You’re asking me on a date?”

“Yeah, I didn’t want this to just be, y’know, sex.” You said softly. He pressed a kiss to your chest just below your collarbones lovingly.

“Neither do I. I’d love to go out for coffee with you.”

And you beamed at him, your cheeks tinted with a rosy glow.

The following morning you followed alongside Aaron to the hotel reception area to meet up with the others, eyes still a bit bleary as you blinked rapidly. The others were already waiting for you, it turned out and immediately your stride faltered when you saw the expression on their faces. Oh no.

“Well, well! There you two are!” Derek chortled and you wished the floor would swallow you whole. His eyes fixed on you and he grinned widely. “Hey bunny! Sleep well?”You stopped in your tracks, as did Aaron and he glanced back at you, meeting your eye. You were in for a very long flight home.

Jesus christ that was the longest fucking standalone fic ever. I hope yawl enjoyed it if you stuck around until the end here 😭😭 thank you so much for reading!!!

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A Kindness

summary: you're finally ramsay's most favorite toy, but is that really a good thing?

pairing: ramsay bolton x reader

warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, dark content it's ramsay hello, blood kink but no injury/gore, mentioned major character death (again, no injury/gore), slight au (ramsay wins battle of the bastards), choking, rough sex, dirty talk, humiliation/degradation, slapping, piv sex, unprotected sex don't be silly wrap ur willy, hair pulling, creampie, slight breeding kink, puppy play, boot humping idk how to else to phrase it, slight angst but a happy ending for ramsay lmao, let me know if i missed anything!

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“Dip the cloth again, you dolt,” you snap, looking up from the scroll of parchment rolled out before you on the table when you hear the coarse woolen cloth begin to scrape dryly across the silver Ramsay’s… thing was supposed to be polishing, “If I have to remind you of that one more time, I’ll tell him you tried to touch me. I wonder which part of you he’d hack off for that, hm?”

Reek’s eyes go wide at your threat and he nods his head frantically, quickly reaching over and dunking the cloth into the small bowl of vinegar before him. “Yes, m’lady. Apologies, m’lady.”

A small sigh leaves your lips as you rest an elbow on the table, nose scrunching up slightly at the sour smell that seems to hang like a cloud over the room, the small one by the kitchens.

Probably where the staff ate, you think, staring blankly at the fire crackling away in the hearth. You’ve tried hard to picture it – Winterfell in its former glory, trussed up with wolf banners and filled with children’s laughter, how it was when the Stark’s called it home.

Your eyes linger on Reek and for a second, you’re halfway tempted to ask him about it – what it was like living here, being one of them. You don’t, knowing the question would fall on deaf ears at the least, or send him spiraling to the point of being unable to finish his chores, and then it would be your head on the chopping block as well.

Distantly, you hear the familiar baying of Ramsay’s hounds and your eyes flick up to the narrow slit windows on the wall; you do your best to ignore the way Reek’s head swivels to the sound in the same instance yours does, the way that adrenaline so keenly rushes through you – a burst of panic leading the charge before you have the chance to correct it.

Anticipation, you remind yourself, jaw clenched, Passion, excitement.

Your eyes vacantly scan over the parchment you’d nabbed from the library earlier that morning, an account of the birth of Arya, apparently the sister of the one that had actually managed to escape some weeks back, no doubt frozen now in one of the snowy forests that surrounds Winterfell. You don’t really care, your thoughts once again reverting back to Myranda. Bitterly, you remember how he never made her stay behind when he went hunting, never made her watch over his man-servant, never made her second guess.

The last one is a lie, the truth woven deeply into the many nights you’d spent up with her – listening as she fretted about each word she’d uttered to him that day, hoping each one had been right and had been said at the right time, that he wouldn’t find some made-up cause to punish her. Tendrils of jealousy had twisted into you even then, even as she painted a picture of what he truly was.

Just as men’s voices filter through the windows from the courtyard outside, your lips quirk up into a mean, victorious little smirk.

It’s her body he fed to the dogs, you think, the voice in your mind a proud hiss, Just like Violet’s and Tansy’s and Kyra’s. You remember the day well enough, remember the shock of seeing your friend's body laying in the courtyard as you’d run out to greet Ramsay, teal eyes staring at nothing. It had been you that had warmed his bed that very night, and all the ones after it.

“There you are,” a familiar voice sounds from behind you, nearly making you yelp as Reek scrambles to stand up from the table. Before you even have a chance to, a strong hand clasps over your shoulder, stilling your movements, “No, no, don’t get up on my account.” Rusty copper stains color his hand, dried blood outlining each of his nails. You don’t let your mind linger on what the source of it could be.

You whip your head around and swallow nervously as he chuckles lowly, “Ramsay!” You breathe in greeting, the corners of your lips tilting up into a tentative smile, though that’s quickly washed away as you take in the messy splotches of red that stain his coat and tunic, that snake their way up the pale column of his throat and dot the sides of his face.

He looks every bit the hunter and you wonder, not for the first time, what that makes you.

“You seem quite comfortable here, pet,” he drawls, leaning down until he’s eye-level with you, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re more at home down here with the help,” he continues, hand tightening to the point of pain on your shoulder, making you grit your teeth, “Than you are in our chambers where you’re meant to be.”

Our chambers. A privilege he never granted her. Stupidly, your heart sings.

His hand tightens on your shoulder once more, finally drawing a pained whine from your lips.

“Y-You told me to watch him! To make sure he –” You’re cut off as Ramsay unceremoniously hauls you to your feet, clawing at your leather doublet. A cry leaves your lips as the hand on your shoulder tangles into the hair at the nape of your neck, tugging as he forces your head back, blue eyes flicking to your neck as you swallow thickly.

“I told you to be in our chambers when I return from hunts,” he corrects you, standing to his full height as he holds you tightly, forcing you unsteadily onto your tip-toes, “That I expected you to be at the door, ready and waiting for me.” His lips ghost over your ear as he speaks, his voice a low growl that shouldn’t excite you the way it does.

“I’m sorry,” you wince internally at the way your voice comes out as a pained little squeak, your hands scrambling to hang onto his forearm, nails digging into the stained quilted fabric of his jacket.

“You know how I get after a hunt,” he suddenly pulls away from you, his hand pulling out of your hair, a gasp leaving you as your heels drop to the floor. You blink as he reaches up, not flinching from years of practice, though instead of striking you or harshly gripping at your jaw like you expect, his hand cups your cheek. Your chest rises and falls as he strokes his thumb over your cheekbone, blood stained fingers now delicate against your soft skin.

“Today’s was a special one, too. Don’t you remember?” He questions, icy eyes sliding from yours to the red-headed man still standing by the table, glimmering cruelly as he smirks.

Still, you nod your head, knowing Reek won’t answer. “To celebrate killing Jon Snow,” you breathe, gripping at the leather of his tunic, desperate to win even a scrap of approval.

Surprisingly, he grants it – fixing you with a proud little grin, like how an owner would look at a dog that’s just mastered a new trick. “That’s right,” his hand ruffles the hair on the top of your head, a gesture that should feel demeaning, yet it sends a tingle of pride through you instead, “Seems you can remember something after all.” He pulls away and traipses over to Reek, hands clasped behind his back.

“Surely you remember too, Reek? You were in the kennels that evening when the dogs had their treat, were you not?” He taunts, the playful inflection in his voice entirely for show, “Our little problem’s been dealt with and now we hold not only the Dreadfort but Winterfell as well! What do you think about that, hm?” Ramsay studies the other man carefully, eyes flitting over his face as he takes great pleasure in the subtle twitches of pain that still manage to flicker through the harsh conditioning he’d endured. Your eyes stay fixed firmly on the stone floor.

“A… A great victory, master!”

“Yes, a great victory, indeed,” he smiles, watching Reek for another moment before turning back to you. His smile morphs into a cold, callous frown that ties your stomach into knots, each of his steps making your heart hammer faster in your chest. “You know, it’s actually rather amusing,” he starts, bloodied fingers twirling a stray lock of your hair, “How my hounds seem to be continually more well trained than you, pretty little idiot.”

Pretty, pretty, pretty! Your heart thumps dumbly, a rabbit in a snare.

“I’ll do better!” You whimper, shaking your head frantically as your eyes meet his, “I can do better, really, I was just confu–”

The hand in your hair shoots down suddenly, yanking several strands with it as he clamps it around your neck. “Confused?” Ramsay murmurs, watching with rapt attention at how you struggle in his hold, lips quivering as the words die in your throat, “Really? I give you one task, I ask one thing of you, and you can’t even figure that out? You still disappoint me?”

He’s not expecting an answer, you know this, and yet you still try to give one as your mouth opens and closes, like a fish out of water, only the faintest little whines managing to escape. You feel faint, both from his grip around your throat and from the myriad of emotions coursing through your veins – your heart twists at the thought of failing him, your stomach is in knots as various punishments flash through your mind, and yet your center still sparks, still sends little glimmers of arousal through you.

His grip loosens enough to allow you to suck in several shaky lungfuls of air as he snickers, endlessly amused at how eager you still are, how you still yearn so deeply for him. Again, he pats your head condescendingly, muttering little hushes as if you were a crying puppy. “Lucky for you, pet, I have plenty of experience training stubborn bitches,” Ramsay chuckles, blue eyes glimmering with mirth when he feels you swallow apprehensively, “I think we’ll have your behavior corrected in no time, won’t we? Even the stupidest of beasts can still learn a trick or two.”

Before you have time to react, the hand cradling the crown of your head harshly grabs at your hair again, tugging you suddenly toward the door. “Ah!” You yelp, stumbling as he all but drags you behind him, your hands shake as they struggle to grab onto his forearm, “Ramsay, pl–!”

“You should be grateful I am allowing you the kindness of walking!” He growls, sparing you a glance over his shoulder as he leads you through the Great Hall, “Pity I’m so protective of you, really, I’m sure it would be quite entertaining for my men to watch you crawl.” His drawled threat sends a spark of fear down your spine and you pant, chest heaving, as you shuffle behind him; your cheeks burn as several of his soldiers sitting at the long wooden tables catcall as you stagger past them.

Finally, the two of you reach your shared chambers, that fact sending a little torrent of satisfaction through you even now. Unceremoniously, Ramsay all but tosses you inside and you whimper as your hip collides with an edge of the decorative table just inside the door, no doubt hard enough to bruise but at least it breaks your fall.

“It’s quite unfortunate, normally find your impudence amusing,” he starts lowly, pressing the old wooden door closed with a thud before sliding the lock into place with a self-satisfied grin, “But I know you know better, don’t you, little one?” He asks as he stalks toward you.

Your breath catches in your throat as he stands before you, studying you silently for a second in the same calculated way he studies a deer through the sight of his bow. Not knowing what else to do, you silently nod your head as your eyes slip down to the floor, like a child being scolded.

“You’ve been with me the longest now,” he murmurs as if you don’t know, one bloodstained hand grabbing at your waist as the other fits around the back of your neck, once again forcing your eyes to his face, “We grew up together, you and I. You know my ways, my rules, isn’t that right?”

Again, you nod your head, bottom lip trembling with the want to explain yourself, although you know that would only make things worse.

“That’s what makes your disobedience so frustrating,” his blue eyes bore into yours as he speaks, his lip sticking out in a mocking pout, “Because you do know better and yet you’re stupid enough to act out anyway, hm?” His tone is sharper now, dangerous like the pointed tip of an arrow.

“I wasn’t acting out!” The words claw themselves out of your throat before you can stop them and instantly you know you’ve made a mistake, but now you’re desperate to remedy it, “I wasn’t, really! I j-just misunderstood you, that’s –”

Your pleas come to a screeching halt as his hand smacks across your face, the other grips at your jaw tightly, tight enough to make you whine softly in his grasp. Your eyes squeeze shut for a second, cheek stinging, before they open and lock with his again, wild and desperately.

I wasn’t being insolent! You scream silently, hoping he can somehow hear you, that maybe all of your years with him would’ve granted that ability, I would never! I was doing as you said, like always!

“I was wrong earlier, wasn’t I?” Ramsay mutters, so close to you that your foreheads nearly touch. Your eyes widen slightly at his words, heart thumping in a hopeful little staccato, though he wrenches that away quickly enough, “You’re not a dog at all, no, a dog would be obedient and docile.”

Your brows knit together with confusion at his words, biting so hard into your lower lip that you’re shocked you don’t taste blood. Although, you can’t help the surprised little gasp that leaves you when his hands begin quickly tugging at the laces of your bodice as your own remain in white-knuckled fists at your sides, the whole of you determined to stay still like a statue, a plaything.

“No, you my sweet little pet,” he growls sarcastically, low voice morphing into a pleased chuckle as he tugs your bodice off; the shirt below it quickly follows and a small part of you blooms with pride at the happy little sigh he lets out at the sight of your breasts.

“You’re just a dumb puppy, aren’t you?” He chuckles against your throat, nipping at your skin more so than kissing it, although you relish the feel of his lips on you all the same. “A dumb, defiant little puppy,” he continues, hastily pulling at the ties of your skirts and you whimper despite yourself when they finally fall to the floor, pooling at your feet, “That’s in desperate need of more training.”

He stops, pausing for a mere second, and pulls back just enough to look at you, no doubt gaining satisfaction from the desperation written so plainly on your face. There’s a hunger in his cold eyes – a predator silently deciding to go for the jugular, nocking an arrow on his bow.

You whine as he properly kisses at your throat now, his hands rough against your skin as he grabs at your hips. One skims higher to cup your breast, the unexpected gentleness of his touches causes you to shiver and whine in his grasp and into his mouth as he kisses you finally, his full lips moving steadily in time with yours.

Harsh pants leave your lips as your heart pumps madly in your chest, his touches always work you up so quickly. The thought of him still being fully clothed as he left you bare and vulnerable made you hotter still; the feel of his warm leather tunic against your exposed skin, of his bloodied hands against your supple skin, drives you mad.

Before you have time to second guess your movements, you begin blindly pulling at the strings on his leather tunic, desperate to feel him against you. Surprisingly, he lets you tug it off of him, granting you a last meal of sorts, and you can’t help but to smile into the kiss, gasping into his mouth as he unbuttons his jacket himself before quickly tossing it aside as well. He’s panting nearly as harshly as you are as the two of you part long enough for him to pull his shirt over his head, your hands immediately go to his chest the second it joins the ever-growing pile of clothes on the floor.

Your eyes flicker over him as the two of you pause, the knot in your belly growing tighter at the sight of his taut stomach and chest, the low, warm glow of the many candles dotted throughout your chambers accentuating each muscular dip. Your fingers shake as they trail over him and you feel a sick sense of pride twist in your stomach at the fact that, unlike so many men, his skin isn’t mottled with years of scars and bruises. No, his is flawless, a pale, unmarred, ruthless canvas – a flawless killer.

Of course, he can’t let you have this reprieve for long. A good trainer doesn’t spoil his pet.

A soft, broken gasp leaves you as one hand wraps around your neck again, slotting perfectly against your throat like a collar, as he walks you a few paces further into the room, closer to the small hearth by the bed. “Kneel,” his command leaves no room for anything but obedience; you swallow thickly, nervously, and do as he says, lips parting ever so slightly when your knees rest on plush bear skin instead of hard stone.

A kindness, even now.

Ramsay’s lips twist into a proud grin as you stare up at him, legs folded beneath you with your hands poised perfectly on your thighs, a familiar stance he’d taught you years ago. “Good girl,” he mutters, fingers threading gently through your hair as you moan softly.

“Thank y – Ah!”

“No,” he chides harshly, tugging your head back by the roots of your hair until your neck is bared to him, your back arched, “Puppies don’t talk, dumb little thing,” he growls, shifting more closely to you in order to gain a better hold on your hair, close enough that you whimper as your front is pressed firmly against the length of his leg, the thick fabric of his trousers rough against your skin as one of his feet slots between your thighs, “A well-trained pet certainly doesn’t.”

The knot in your belly seizes at his words, aided by the laces of his leather boots brushing oh-so gently against your center, the knotted fabric sticking against the wetness already leaking from your clenching cunt. You whine, high-pitched and frantic when he clutches your hair tighter still, his fist white knuckled against the crown of your head.

“A well-trained little pet would always obey their master, wouldn’t they?” You can’t miss the breathiness of his voice now, his tone lower and smoother than it normally is, and the sound makes your hips hump against his boot before you can stop yourself, your nipples stiff, nearly aching, as they rub against his trousers.

A low, rumbled laugh echoes through your chambers when your arms wrap around his leg, fingers digging desperately into the firm muscle of his thigh. “Aww,” he coos mockingly, licking his lips as he watches you, his attention making blood rush to the apples of your cheeks, “Is my pretty little puppy getting off on this? Does your cunt drip when I tell you how stupid and worthless you are?”

The sound of your blood pumping furiously through your veins thuds in your ears, Pretty, pretty pretty!

You whine as you try to eagerly nod your head, his hold on your hair preventing you from moving much, though your hips rut steadily against his boot now – pressing tightly against the worn fabric, the knots from his laces rubbing perfectly over the throbbing little pearl at your center.

“You look like you’re having fun,” he drawls, cold eyes shining as he studies you closely, chest heaving in time with yours as his cock hardens in his pants, “Are you having fun, little one?”

Again, you try to nod, keening brokenly as your eyes stay fixed on his. You pant harshly against his leg, breath fragmented as they’re punched out of your lungs, the knot in your belly growing tighter and tighter with each pass of your slick center over the laces of his boot.

He knows, of course. As soon as he ordered you to stay in the kitchens with Reek this morning, he knew – knew you’d follow his orders to the letter, even if they contradicted his previous ones. He knew he’d find you there, knew he’d punish you for it, knew exactly how he wanted to break you down so that it could be him who built you back up. He’s known you the longest, you’d grown up together. He knows, of course he does. He’s nothing if not a thorough hunter.

A loud, broken whine leaves you when he flexes his foot, pressing his boot harder against you still. You’re helpless to do much else aside from stare up at him, gasping, while your hips buck against him as quickly as your sore muscles will allow, your high barreling toward you at a breakneck pace.

All of that comes to a sudden, screeching halt though when he moves again, shifting his weight until his boot is just out of reach. The sudden lack of stimulation makes your back arch further still, your muscles taut like a drawn bow.

“Oh, poor little puppy,” he laughs, watching gleefully as you whine loudly, the peak that had been so close fading away, leaving you aching, “If you thought it was going to be that easy, you haven’t been paying attention.” He taunts, crouching until he’s eye-level with you, smirking as his movements cause his pull on your hair to become tighter, making you wince, though his hand thankfully releases its grasp once he settles.

“Mmm,” you mewl softly as he caresses your breasts again, jumping slightly when he thumbs over your nipple before softly pinching at it, giving the other one the same treatment. Your eyes flutter shut as you arch your back further still, pressing against the palm of his hand as he kneads at your chest, eager for any stimulation you can get.

“Myranda was never like this,” he says suddenly, his voice low, steady, calculated. He smiles cruelly when your eyes snap open at the sound of her name, the back of your throat tight as tears already blur your vision – just like he wanted. “No, Myranda always behaved perfectly, she always did exactly what I said.”

He leans forward suddenly, the side of his face pressed firmly against yours so that when he speaks, you’re sure to hear every syllable, to feel them punctuated against the skin of your neck. “She was perfect. I never had to punish her for the same thing twice, you know. Not like I do with you.”

You shudder as his lips press against your skin again, pressing eager kisses against the wet trail of tears running down your cheek. He admires the way your shoulders shake as you sob, the way the subtle movement makes your breasts bounce, the way your cheeks flush so prettily, how your eyes always shine so brightly with fresh tears in them.

Ramsay loves breaking you – adores the moment when his arrow is finally launched free from his bow, adores the moment he sees it pierce your little heart. He loves you, in his way.

Not that he’d tell you that.

He lets you sob for a moment longer, all the while pressing hot kisses against your cheeks, relishing the salty taste of your tears as the little droplets of blood still caked to his skin mar your pretty face, staining it with delicate streaks of red. His cock twitches at the sight, black pupils nearly drowning out the blue of his eyes – maybe one day he’d bring you hunting, what a sight you’d be covered in the bright blood of a fresh kill.

“Myranda never needed training, puppy, not in the way you do,” he nearly whispers, the corners of his lips twitching up into a small smile as he leans back enough to grab at your chin, tilting your face up to his, “That’s what made her so boring.”

“Huh?” You breathe, sobs stalling for a second as you process what he’d just said, your obvious surprise making him laugh lowly again.

“What? Does that shock you? That I found her boring?” He questions, eyebrow raised, “Why would perfection be interesting?”

Your eyes search his face as he shifts, kneeling rather than crouching. A little glimmer of pride sparks to life within you as he kisses you again, your lips moving against his frantically, mewling when he pushes his tongue into your mouth and nips at your bottom lip.

“I never got to train her,” he breathes against your lips, grunting at the way your hands skim over his chest and stomach, grabbing at him so frantically, “I hardly got to punish her; if I gave her an order, she would follow it blindly – it made her predictable, it made her boring.”

“N-Not like me?” You whisper hopefully, meeting his gaze through half-lidded eyes as you pant, your chest pressed tightly to his.

“No, sweet pet, not like you,” Ramsay smiles, making your heart sing as it leaps beneath your ribs, “I get to train you, don’t I? And punish you when that little puppy brain can’t follow the simplest of orders.”

You should be offended, should feel mocked and belittled, but you don’t. Instead, you nod your head eagerly, preening like a proud little bird at his praise, because that’s what is, really. Ramsay will never be one to sing your praises softly like other men, but he admires you all the same.

Before you have time to reply, he grabs at your waist and abruptly maneuvers you, manhandling you until you’re poised on your hands and knees, cheek pressed firmly against the fur rug beneath you.

“I get to play with you, pet,” he drawls lowly, pressing a hand into the small of your back and grunting appreciatively when you arch down like he wants, licking his lips as your cunt finally comes into view, shining already in the low candlelight. He smirks at the way you moan when he presses his hard length against you, grinding against your slit, chest heaving at how warm you are even through his trousers, “Don’t I?”

“Yes!” You nod eagerly, pressing back against him like a wanton whore, nearly dizzy with need when his fingers bump against you as he quickly undoes the laces on his pants, “Yes, yes, yes, please!”

“Ohh, so you can be good, hm?” He teases, groaning in relief when he pushes his trousers down just enough to free his cock, too impatient to remove them entirely, “Seems my training’s working nicely.”

Mindlessly, you nod, willing to agree with whatever he says so long as he gets inside you.

Mercifully, you don’t have to wait long. A loud cry fills your chambers as he presses into you, the slight sting of his thick cock stretching you open making you shiver, a familiar sensation since he was rarely ever patient enough to work you open on his fingers.

Immediately, he sets a brutal pace, his hips pressing against yours tightly each time he pushes forward, the head of his cock nearly kissing your cervix with each harsh thrust. Your cunt clenches at him greedily and your hands scramble against the rug beneath you, fingers tangling into the furs, desperate for something to anchor yourself.

“Fuck, tight little cunt,” Ramsay grunts harshly above you, his hands gripping meanly at your hips, hard enough to leave bruises.

“R-Ramsay, fuck… fuck,” you whimper beneath him, your eyes squeezed shut tightly as the knot in your belly threatens to unravel, your walls pulsing rhythmically around his length each time it spears into you.

He chuckles breathlessly at your little murmurs and runs a hand up the length of your back before grabbing at the hair at the nape of your neck, relishing the little cry you give as he pulls you up until your back is pressed firmly against his chest. “Are you close already?” He mocks smugly, his fingers untangling from your hair to wrap once more around your throat as his other paws at your breasts, his fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples.

You swallow thickly, throat bobbing under his grip, and nod your head the best you can, grabbing at his thick forearm.

“Do you think I’m going to let you?” He teases, biting harshly at your shoulder as his hips keep up a punishing rhythm.

You nearly sob at the question, so desperate, but still you shake your head, cunt pulsing around his length. “No, n-no…” You moan mournfully, voice hoarse from his hold.

He chuckles behind you, his chest rumbling against your back as he kisses and bites at your earlobe, your shoulder, any part of your neck not covered by his hand, each touch driving you mad. “Finally, that little brain seems to be working,” he grunts, laughing lowly as he abandons your breasts long enough to slap your cheek, blessedly soft this time, “I’m having too much fun playing with you to let you go that easily,” He drawls, chuckling once more when you whine.

“In fact,” he continues, reaching down and rubbing his fingers roughly against your aching bud, just enough to make you cry out before he suddenly pulls away again, tugging his length from you as he lets you flop to the floor with a little grunt, “I want to see you do a trick,” he whispers, rubbing over your ass before smack it roughly, making you jump, “Roll over.”

“Wha –” You start to question, only to be cut off with a loud cry as his hand spanks you once more.

“Be a good fucking puppy and roll over.”

His order leaves no room for questioning and obediently, you listen and roll over onto your back with a little whimper. You keep your legs bent up when you settle, keeping yourself on display for him, clenching around nothing as you eye his hard cock bobbing against his stomach, the tip red and leaking.

“Good little pet,” he praises, his words going straight to your pearl as you shudder. Hastily, he pushes your legs up further, one hand holding you open as he presses his cock back into you, savoring your loud whine, the way your eyes roll to the back of your head.

He resumes his harsh pace, slamming into you as he chases his high now, blue eyes trailing appreciatively over your trembling body, watching as your breasts bounce with each unforgiving thrust he gives.

“Please, please, Gods, please!” You whine frantically as he presses his hips against yours, grinding into you, the thatch of hair at the base of his cock rubbing against your bud perfectly, “Ramsay, p-please! I – fuck!”

He laughs breathlessly at your cries and leans down when you arch your back toward him, mouthing savagely at your chest, teeth nipping at the fat of your breasts before he licks over your nipples. He knows each touch is only driving you closer and closer to your release, yet he still doesn’t give you permission, a part of him meanly hopes you’ll slip over anyway and give him another reason to punish you, like he actually needs a reason.

Still, you have been good today and he does love how willing and docile you become when you peak, so malleable – entirely submissive, entirely his.

He bites and kisses his way up along your chest and neck before licking into your mouth for a moment, eagerly swallowing each desperate little cry before grabbing at your neck once more. Greedy, he turns your head to him, needing to see that empty-headed, hazy look in your eyes when he lets you finish.

His cock jerks at the sight of you, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as you try desperately to hold off, cheeks flushed, reddened lips parted. He grunts, feeling his balls tighten, his thrusts beginning to lose their rhythm.

“Cum, puppy,” he growls, forehead pressed against yours.

Your lips part in a silent curse as your high slams into you, each muscle in your body contracting at once. Your eyes bore into his wildly as your cunt spasms tightly around his cock, eyes rolling back as he fucks you through it.

“Fuck!” He grunts, growling lowly as his cock spasms within you, your walls all but milking his own high from him as well. His hips slam into you a few more times before he stills, gasping as he fills you with his spend.

The two of you lay together for a moment, panting loudly against one another. Ramsay is the first to move, shushing you as he pulls his softening length from you, making you whine.

Distantly, a part of you twists gleefully when you feel his seed drip from you, another thing he never dared do with her.

“Here,” he says softly, offering you a hand, which you gladly take, letting him help you stand since you doubt you’d be able to on your own. Finally, you stand on your feet, albeit unsteadily, and grab onto the foot of the carved wooden bedframe to steady yourself. Strangely, he stays with you, neither of you saying anything as he holds you, blue eyes studying you as they gleam with some unknown emotion.

After a moment, you try to pull away, meaning to leave as you always do, not one to wait around for his order anymore.

“Stop,” he murmurs, only pulling away once you still, “Stay.” He orders, an unfamiliar softness to his voice. Your head reels, eyes staring unfocused as you try to make sense of… whatever this is, whatever his game may be now.

He returns quickly enough, a damp cloth in his and from the small wash basin he keeps on the vanity. You reach out to grab it, to clean yourself off like you assume he wants, and yet he stops you, holding the cloth out of your grasp until you lower your hand again.

“Obedient puppies get rewards,” he says softly, all of the harshness from before absent from his tone as he answers your silent questions. You nearly freeze when he presses one small, gentle kiss against your forehead. Finally, he makes quick work of wiping between your legs, taking care to wipe away any of his spend that leaked from you.

“Thank you…” You nearly whisper, voice scratchy from his earlier treatment. That doesn’t feel like the right thing to say but if it isn’t, he doesn't say.

Silently, he cups your chin, lifting it enough to give him room to check your neck, trailing his hand over it lightly until he must be satisfied that you’re okay, that he hadn’t treated you too badly.

Kind, even still.

A few moments later, you recline in the plush bed, watching as he kicks off his boots before joining you, lying with you under the soft blankets. This part, at least, you’re used to – lying together like this but not touching, not cuddling, that’s too intimate, too close.

He hadn’t said that, wouldn’t say that, but you knew.

A surprised little gasp leaves you when he pulls you close, hands, clean now that he’d taken a moment to wash them, resting on you gently. One smoothes up and down your arm as he lets you lay against his chest, cheek pressed against his collarbone, his chin resting on your head; the other grabs at your thigh, pulling you to him until you’re tucked into his side, one leg propped over his hips.

“You did well,” he says softly, chest vibrating under your cheek as he speaks, “With your training, I mean. You did well. I’m… proud of you.”

“Thank you.”

The two of you are silent after that, neither of you knowing how to handle this new territory that you seem to be spilling into, but you don’t care, not with your heart pounding quickly in your chest. You’d think you were dying if it weren’t for the savage sense of victory threading through every inch of you.

Proud, proud, proud! The word echoes in your head with each pump of blood through your heart. It was so small, the barest of compliments, but from Ramsay it meant the world. It was something he’d said to you, only you, never to her, not once. Never to anyone else.

His chest rises and falls under your cheek, breath steady and even. He always falls asleep quickly, normally you do too. But not this time, not tonight, not wanting to let this moment fade just yet.

He loves you, in his way.

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jupitersdescendant · 2 months

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hii lovely people! hope everyone is doing as well as possible. can’t believe it’s been over a year since my last reading… a lot of sh*t has happened in my life but i’m so glad to be back, finally! thanks to those of you who are still here :)

todays topic: blessings coming to you this spring

here’s how it works: close your eyes and meditate on the question for a little. if you feel ready, open your eyes and choose the pile you feel the most drawn to. it’s possible, that you’ll be attracted to more than one pile. please remember that this is a general reading so only take what resonates. this is for entertainment purposes only. lastly, tarot is only a guide, nothing is set in stone and at the end of the day you have the power over your own life.

Pile 1

cards: six of cups (rx), page of cups, strength. back of the deck: the magician.

hii pile 1!!

i’m seeing that there’s recently been a big change or rather an upheaval regarding your home life/living situation. some of you may have moved out and it didn’t go as well as planned. no matter the situation, it all happened rather suddenly. it seems like many of you feel like the ground was swept from under your feet and you were left feeling vulnerable. you could’ve been struggling with reoccurring headaches. there’s a big focus on independence and standing on your on feet this spring. i’m seeing that you’ll be blessed with affection. for some of you this means that someone from your past may reenter your life and this time around you will get the chance to appreciate them the right way, probably more in a platonic/friend way but it could differ for everyone. you two could come together after parting because of a fight. for others this affection is coming in through someone new entering your life and awakening your romantic side. it actually looks like some of you may even fall in love and for a couple of you this could mean for the very first time in your life since there’s a feeling of innocence here. this is random but fish could carry a special meaning for you during this time, wether you see a symbol or real ones or even here about them, they’re definitely a sign for you. this spring you will find that your inner strength will carry you through whatever is going on in your life. you may have to juggle a couple of things but that strength will help you build a comfortable foundation within yourself. there’s a lot of water energy in this pile and i’m seeing that you’ll be blessed with good intuition and that you’ll also trust your own judgment more. you will awaken more to your spiritual side since spirituality will play a big role to you this season. it’s also one of the reasons why you may feel stronger and more sure of yourself. even though you probably won’t enter this spring under the best of circumstances, you’ll find that you’re blessed with what it takes to persist any incoming obstacles. with an active and confident energy you can move towards the life that you want and find that it’s already waiting for you.

extra advice:

- embrace the changes even if you don’t feel ready or prepared yet

- see the good that is already in your life, there are blessings all around

- put your strength into something positive

- trust the divine timing of the universe

let me know if it resonates! have a great day/night 🖤

Pile 2

cards: page of swords, judgement, nine of swords (rx). back of the deck: the devil (rx)

hii pile 2!

so it looks like there’s a person of romantic interest in your life but it doesn’t seem you’re official and probably more like somehow waiting on them? it doesn’t feel like there’s really something going on between you two and even if there is, it seems that the situation is standing still and you’re waiting for them or for something to happen. i’m sorry to break it to you, dear, but i don’t think that this is really going anywhere and that you shouldn’t wait anymore and accept that it’s rather unlikely for the situation to improve if you relate to the scenario i’m describing. since it looks like this person isn’t even an active part of your life anymore (at least for most of you), i think you should release what’s in the past and not be still hung up on them. sorry if this sounds harsh, i only want whats best for you! i think this spring will help you realise that the situationship you may be in is only holding you back and that you should detach yourself from this. i now this really doesn’t sound like a blessing yet but through letting go you’ll be blessed with an awakening and will find your inner calling. you’ll also overcome a lot of anxiety and will learn to cope in a healthier way when dealing with your mental struggles. i think that you’ll really flourish this spring. i’m seeing you stepping into your “king”- energy and yes, everybody can embody the energy i’m talking about. in this case it means that you’ll be full of strength and warmth and that you’ll embrace more of the leader energy in yourself. you don’t necessarily need to lead people since that’s definitely not for everyone but it’s more like the vibe and mentality a leader carries. you may also inspire others with that change you made within yourself. the number three could be a sign from the universe to you showing you that you’re on the right path. you’re probably not the best when it comes to confrontation or standing up for yourself but this spring will help you leave this behaviour behind for your own good. i’m not gonna lie, this whole process will be kind of exhausting though it will bring you much more happiness once you’re through with it. in doing so you’ll be reclaiming your power and be blessed with a lot of internal freedom and independence. this season will also bless you with optimism.

extra advice:

- work to regain your confidence

- learn ways to strengthen your opinion of yourself

- show your inner light to the world and let your personality shine through

- if you have been dwelling on your past, try finding the light or blessings of each memory and release them with love

let me know if it resonates! have a great day/night 🖤

Pile 3

cards: eight of cups, three of wands, nine of pentacles. back of the deck: five of cups

hi pile 3!!

i’m seeing that you’ve recently had to leave something behind. what exactly that is will differ for everyone but all of you had to walk away from something. this was a very difficult decision for you but you had to do for your own wellbeing. your focus now will be on solitude and what you’ll find through it. this is a time of soul searching and looking for your own path. i think it was very hard for you to leave this “something” behind and that you resisted making this decision for a long time because you were really afraid what this change would bring you. i’m here to tell you that this will have a purely positive outcome for you since you can finally move forward. you can be proud of yourself. this change will bless you with happy outcomes. you may find joy in exploring new things and travelling this spring. a couple of you could even be blessed with luck regarding money. in order to reap your rewards you should try to let go of selfishness and jealousy, of course everyone experiences these emotions but i think that you could get hung up on these feelings and really harm yourself and maybe even others in doing so. if you manage to do this, there’s only prosperity waiting on the other side of you. blessings in form of more freedom, security and independence will flow toward you (reoccurring theme for every pile it seems lol). i’m hearing that you’ll rise like a phoenix from the ashes. the past few weeks or even months could’ve been a real emotional struggle for you and you felt very lonely. some of you experienced a great loss in your life that left you in sadness and despair. i think you will be happy to hear that love will find your life again, wether this is romantically or platonically will differ for everyone but just know that you’re not alone. this spring will bless you with feeling more in harmony within yourself and also with others.

extra advice:

- create the shift within yourself required to attract what you want

- be tender and patient with yourself and those around you

- trust you will attain all you are yearning for

- be ready for the many opportunities coming to you

- this is the time to go within for answers, to find inner strength and to tap into deep emotions

let me know if it resonates! have a great day/night 🖤

🔮 thanks a lot for reading 🔮

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silvervioletvalentine · 10 months

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🖤🏎!she’s the boss!🏎 🖤

Pairing : Toto Wolff x Mercedes f1 driver! Cherrie!

Word count : 7.5k

Summary : in which she’s always get what’s she wants ; and what she wants is him.

Warnings : fluff. Smut. Like rough , throat grabbing , booty shaking smut. Cherries a spoilt bitch, toto gives kinda sugar Daddy vibes . (She does call him daddy cause like , look at him. He’s daddy) also in this their team is dominating and mick is her teammate because I said so. Okay. That’s it. This is all on you guys , you wanted this. Dunno if it’s any good cause like I quickly wrote it at like 3am last night soooo…enjoy I guess? Lemme know what u think xoxo

Cherries steps were confident and lazy as she strolled down to his office as though she had all the time in the world, waving and saying hello to everyone she passed.

Winking at her teammate as she passed him, Mick just shaking his head at her with an amused grin on his face. More than used to seeing her deliberately turn up late just to wind their boss up , doing everything that she could to get underneath his skin.

She was probably the only person around that could get away with deliberately annoying toto like this. From turning up late , to refusing to turn up at all without an expensive initiative. To refusing his orders, calling him a Boring old fart to his face, and just flat out teasing him and winding him up for her own entertainment . She was walking the tightrope and she knew it.

But did she care? Fuck no.

Because she knew that despite his lectures and his 'do as I say or perish' attitude , there was no way in hell that he would ever get rid of her.

It was a nice, smug feeling to know that she could do whatever the hell she wanted and get away with it.

She might as well have been her own boss seeing as Toto just went along with her wildcard ways, instead sending a team to pick up the pieces and scramble to fix whatever hell she had created in her way.

Media control? Absolutely not. pr trained? Absolutely not.

She said and did as she pleased . A spoiled princess they called her. They were right of course but she didn't give a shit for the way they said it with distain and judgment .

Because at the end of the day, she was the current three time world champion at her young age. And she was going to continue to collect her Trophies and her titles for a long time to come.

She drove like a beast and won like one too. She was on such a domanent streak that even she was getting a little bored, hoping that the others teams would hurry up and make their cars even faster so she could have some more drivers to battle with.

She already struggled with getting bored easily , the attention span of a excitable child that only ever achieved greatly when she was getting her own way. Hence why toto just let her get away with it all because she was bringing them the points, bringing them the awards and the trophies . The money and the fame, she was the moment. Had been the moment for a while now.

She was unbeatable , unstoppable and the queen of the game.

She loved it and she loved winding her boss up just as much as she loved bringing home the points for him.

Loved to see him smile and have him clap her on the back, telling her that he never doubted her for a second. Loved the way she could bicker with him on the radio , the way she could tell him that she knew what she was doing and that he just needed to trust her.

He did. But not without a little argument . Getting riled up with the way she flat out told him that she would not be following the original plan halfway through the race. He would snap at her and tell her that she better know what she was doing.

and she did. She won again , and again and again. That shut the big man up real quick and there was nothing more that Cherrie loved than making toto speechless.

She didn't bother knocking , just barged right into his office like it was her own. So used to her behaviour, he didn't even flinch or glance up from his computer screen.

"You're very late." He told her firmly , face blank as he typed away.

Throwing herself down onto the chair in front of his desk, she turned her body sideways and threw her legs over the arm of the chair , swinging them lazily as she got comfortable.

"No I’m not. You're just very early." She responded just as quickly while yawning loudly . Gazing over at him , and admiring his tight white button shirt and black slacks , hating that he looked so damn good.

She knew that it was wrong to crave her boss the way she did. Had read enough Stories and seen enough films to know that getting involved with your boss was a bad idea. But that was because they were a superior and well…

Out of the two of them, Cherrie always had the final say. So...while she respected him and looked up to him, thought that he was really amazing and smart. Someone to admire and want to be like ..

He was also just a giant , handsome man for her to follow around and annoy. He could try and act all tough around her. Try and be strict and all bossy but they both knew who pulled the strings and who had the last word .

Toto just liked to cling onto the image of being in control but where Cherie was concerned...control had always been a struggle because she pushed at his limits. Testing him and daring him to give in. She had been getting on his nerves since day one, had gotten underneath his skin without even trying.

One sly wink and smug little smirk from her and he was wrapped around her little finger , and she knew it. Maybe that was the worst part of it all.

She knew the effect that she had on him. And she used it to her advantage because she wanted him. As clear as day , she never tried to hide it. And he never told her not to either.

Because secretly he liked the way she would run after him and ramble on about everything and everything.

The way she would demand and ask him to do things that others would balk at. Then grin in amazement when he would pull some strings and get her whatever she wanted without hesitation.

He liked the way she would immediately come to him when something was wrong or she wanted something changing , trusting him with her entire being that he could fix it.

He liked the attention she gave him. He couldn't deny it. A young , insanely talented and insanely beautiful woman bossing him around and testing his self control everyday? He was a sucker for punishment . Because he looked forward to it. Anticipating what she would do next.

She kept him on his toes and made him feel young again. Having him run around after her like she was the boss.

And maybe she was.

"What have I told you about your little attitude?" He finally looked over at her, frowning. Taking a sip of his coffee knowing he would need it to deal with her, she wasn't about to make this meeting easy for him and he knew it..

She didn't even flinch at his hard tone of voice , simply laughed a little as she fiddled with her hair

"That you love it sir?" She teased, looking over at him beneath her lashes.

Blinking innocently at him, fighting back a smug smirk as she saw him tense up at her use of 'sir'. Biting the inside of her cheek to stop herself from climbing into his big lap and saying it again .

She was working up to it because getting toto wolff was a challenge and well, she loved challenges. Especially giant , handsome ones that were glaring over at her in annoyance at her cheek.

He inhaled sharply and just shook his head in defeat "never mind. You know why you're here." He said bluntly as he brought up his iPad and clicked on it for a minute.

She did know.

Rolling her eyes a little, she looked up at the ceiling for a moment . Bored already.

“Am I here so you can teach me how to dance?" She sarcastically said. Snoring at herself . Finding herself far too funny .

Toto didn't.

He was already grinding his teeth as he glared over at her , fingers tightening around his iPad as he turned it around to show her the pictures on there.

"You're reputation is terrible right now Cherrie:" he stated unhappily , "and this photo of you leaving a sleezy bar with two men is trending right now. For all the wrong reasons." He tried to push down the green claw of jealousy in his chest . But he was sure his distain showed on his face.

Cherrie just snorted and said "I was just walking them back to their hotel room. I was being a gentleman." Looking down at the photo of her leaning aginst the car with her tongue in one guys mouth and the other guy mouthing at her neck, she frowned a little. Having not noticed the camera on them at all.

Whoopsie.

But oh well. She was allowed to have fun. Everyone else her age went to clubs and had fun, got laid with as many people as they wanted. Just because she drove around in circles for living didn't make her any different.

She liked sex. She got horny so she solved that problem very easily . It just so happened that this time she bagged two pretty guys instead of one. It was fun and she wasn't ashamed to admit that it had been a very good night.

Toto shook his head at her , displeased, as he straightened up in his seat and deleted the photos quickly . Not wanting to see them a second longer.

"I'm serious Cherrie." He snapped at her, wishing she would listen and take him seriously. "I don't want you being booed in the paddock and called names because of this."

Annoyed , she groaned loudly "I don't give a shit what anybody thinks of me." She snapped back just as quick.

Toto gritted his teeth "the sponsors do! Everything you do outside of here affects this team. Which affects me too. Do you understand that?" He told her sternly . Hands intwined as he stared her down .

She squirmed in her seat but for all the wrong reasons.

Grinning a little as she felt her belly grow hot as he glared at her, his hardened voice setting off that feeling Inside of her.

It was hot and she wanted to suck his dick right there and then but

Baby steps. Yeah. She was gonna ease into this one. Didn't want to give the big man a Heart-attack after all.

She had a feeling that he might go into shock if she just got down onto her knees right there and then.

So instead she smirked a little at him as she swung her legs back down to the floor. Catching the way his eyes flickered down to her bare legs in her shorts before darting back up to her face again just as quickly.

"You should sponsor me then. You've got enough money to fund me for life. You don't have to worry about others. Fuck them." She said casually , playing with a pen on his desk. She looked at its gold lid and pocketed it without any shame.

Toto just shaking his head at her in disbelief , running a hand through his hair with a loud sigh.

“why are you like this?" He groaned , giving in like he always did.

There was no point trying to tell her what to do. The more he told her no, the more she would do it just to get on his nerves some more.

She was a menace like that .

He started typing on his computer again , wondering how the hell he was supposed to keep his composure while she was grinning at him like that.

Why she had to be so fucking beautiful and look the way she did , it wasn't good for his heart at all

"What? Amazing?" She said with a grin as she got up from her seat and made her way over to his desk.

Not getting a reply , she sat at the edge of his desk and started nudging his shin with her foot over and over again.

Still , he kept his eyes on the screen. Stubbornly ignoring her. So she kicked him some more, eyes on his face as she watched his nose twitch , his eyes narrow as he struggled not to give in.

Giggling like a child , she spoke up after a couple minutes of silence between them. Poking him repeatedly in his hard bicep this time with her finger , "toto?" No answer.

She sighed, then Flicked his arm this time.

"Totoooo" she sang not giving in. Laughing at the way his nostrils flared as he side eyed her .

"What?" He grunted , typing away a response to their team about what to do about her latest trending incident .

Nothing . He replied. It'll blow over. She'll do something else stupid soon enough , gear up for that instead. He responded in defeat .

She laughed a little as she watched him send that email off , knowing her team were going to need a regular blood pressure check to deal with her.

"If I win this race tomorrow will you buy me a Ferrari?" She asked him with hope written across her pretty face . having been browsing their collection and deciding last night that she wanted one.

She could buy one for herself of course , but where was the fun in that when she had a hot , older boss who would do anything for her ? She had to get her thrills somewhere.

Toto scoffed loudly at her. Turning in his seat to give her his full attention.

He pulled at her slightly lowered sock and straightened it out so it matched the other one again absentmindedly. Tapping her ankle as he did so.

"Why not a Mercedes?" He wanted to know. She could have as many as those as she wanted.

But Cherrie just groaned loudly "no. I want a Ferrari. They're sexier to look at and drive." She pulled out her phone to show him a picture of the red and black Ferrari that she wanted "this one." She said.

Toto immediately scowled , tightening his hold on her ankle as she placed her foot in his lap , placing her chin on her knee as she batted her lashes at him prettily .

"I'm going to pretend like you didn't say that. I'm not getting you one. There's already enough rumours about you leaving me. " he accidentally said , quickly trying to cover it up "I mean- leaving us! The team. To go drive for Ferrari. Getting you one wouldn't help that."

She frowned at him , huffing a little like the spoilt brat she was. "Maybe I will since you're such a mean bore." She muttered.

Getting off his desk and walking over to the door. Ready to leave now that she had done her favourite task of getting underneath his skin.

Toto felt the disappointment rush into his chest as the sight of her leaving , wishing he had a good excuse to get her to stay. But he didn't. And he wasn't going to beg her to either. He still had some of his pride left after all.

A tiny amount. But still.

"I could fire you for the way you talk to me." He called out to her, typing in the make of the Ferrari that she liked just evause he was curious. That was all.

She lingered by the doorway, grinning at him smugly over her shoulder as she replied without missing best "but you won't." Before wandering off without another glance behind her.

Leaving toto to sigh in defeat "but I won't." She was irreplaceable after all. One of a kind. And he was never going to just let her go without a fight.

She won. Because of course she did. She knew that she would and so did toto.

And as she made her way the parking lot to drive herself back to the hotel, she found her boss waiting for her with a Nonchalant look on his face. Arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the building wall behind him, casually nodding his head at her in hello.

"I won." She grinned at him excitedly , skipping over to him. Still pumped .

She ran her fingers through her still damp hair , the quick shower she had taken wiping away the stickiness from the champagne. She imagined celebrating her win with toto and him licking the champagne from her skin with his tongue , her sigh came out a little more dreamy than intended.

“Proud of me old man?" She nudged his arm , wanting praise.

He easily gave it to her. Wrapping his arm around her shoulder to hug her into his side , squeezing her tightly with pride.

“Of course. You drove like the champion you are. Congratulations. You did well like always." He told her , smiling . Pleased and so proud of her.

Cherrie felt her cheeks flush with colour and she laughed giddily . Squeezing her arm around his waist and making the most of his embrace while she could.

"Did you get my prize?" She asked him , biting down on Her bottom lip as she peered up at him cheekily.

Toto just rose a brow at her. Flicked her forehead with his finger before sighing loudly , nodding his head over to the parking lot where a brand new Ferrari waited for her.

"I did." He simply said.

Watching with a small grin on his face as she squealed loudly , snatched the car keys from his hand before sprinting over to it as fast as she could.

"Fuck yes! Oh my god" she ran her hand over the front of it with a excited grin , beaming over at him in happiness . "You're the best!"

Toto chuckled, hands in his pockets as he strolled over to her. Eyes on her smile and sparkling eyes.

"I know." He agreed as he took a picture on his phone of her posing with the Ferrari , shaking his head fondly at her . "You like it?" He asked despite already knowing the answer.

She scoffed in disbelief , "like it? I love it toto." She told him seriously as she sighed dreamily

"wanna kiss me in my new Ferrari?" She offered up to him shamelessly.

Making Toto choke on his breath , face flushing as he narrowed his eyes at her wink. Trying to remain stern and reign in his self control.

"No. I'm old enough to be your father Cherrie!" He scolded her , fighting back a grin. Heart racing in his chest as she kicked his shin with her foot lightly.

Smirking slyly at him "or my daddy." She replied without missing a beat. Then she simply shrugged and slid her way around to the drivers seat.

“But fine . suit yourself old man. There's no better mouth than mine."

And toto was fucked. Absolutely fucked. Hands on his hips as he swallowed thickly , gathered himself to speak again.

He could imagine her mouth when he was back at his hotel room , alone and in his bed. Shoving away the thoughts of all the ways he could shut her cheeky mouth up. He would be the boss then.

He inhaled deeply "don't forgot about the photoshoot on Friday Cherrie ." He said instead . Having to physically shake the thoughts from his head.

She groaned loudly and frowned up at him through the lowered window as she buckled herself in.

“Are you coming?" She asked him hopefully.

Toto shook his head "no. I have better things to do than watch you get your photos taken."

She pouted up at him unhappily "I'm not going then." She simply told him. Meaning it.

Toto knew not to take her threats lightly . He glared down at her sternly "yes you are. It's important Cherrie. You have to go."

She just rolled her eyes and sighed "what do I get if I do?" She asked him, enjoying the way he was scowling down at her in disbelief.

"You get to keep your job!" He exclaimed. Amazed by her cheek. And arrogance. It never ceased to amaze him what a cocky little shit she was.

Cherrie just shrugged "fine. I'll just go to Ferrari with my new Ferrari. They'll have me." She casually taunted . Not missing a best.

And toto caved. Because of course he did.

Because his driver was a beautiful menace who had him wrapped around her finger. And she always got what she wanted. She was the real boss there.

"Fine." The thought of her anywhere near another team with other drivers had him tensing up. She was his. Nobody else's. "What do you want?"

She hummed a little as she thought about it, turning on the engine of the Ferrari as she got ready to leave.

"A heart shaped Vivienne Westwood bag and some new diamond studs please." She said to him , tapping her earlobe gently "these ones just don't do it for me. Charles bought them for me-" she showed him the butterfly earrings .

Toto took one look at them and held out the palm of his hand , face calm as he muttered blandly "give them to me. They're not you."

"Not me?" She laughed in amusement . Enjoying the jealously far too much.

She took them out and handed them to him anyways . Give and take a little. She thought . He had gotten her a Ferrari after all, she could let him have a little bit of control.

Toto pocketed Charles gifted earrings and shrugged casually "yes. You want real diamonds?" He asked.

Cherrie pulled a face "well I don't want fake ones ." She replied in a duh tone.

“See you Friday boss!" She wiggled her fingers at him teasingly as she pulled out of the parking space. Ready to take her new baby for a spin.

Toto watched her go with a exasperated shake of his head. Chuckling In amusement as he headed back to his office to finish off some paperwork , and buy her the best diamond earrings he could find.

Friday came by and toto was waiting for her at the photoshoot building , two Vivienne Westwood bags and shining diamond earrings by his feet .

Cherrie gasped in excitement as she ran over to him, throwing her arms around his waist for a hug. Chin resting on his chest as she beamed up at him, dressed in simple joggers and a tank top, face bare and hair free.

Toto couldn't believe that she was real, that she was this beautiful .

"Thank you toto." She mumbled against his chest.

More affectionate than she usually would be in public but it was early , and she was still sleepy. So she clung onto him a little tighter , yawning into his chest as he held her close.

Rubbing circles into her back with his big hand , his other hand running fingers through her messy hair to detangle the knots she hasn't bothered brushing out.

"You're welcome. Have you eaten?" He asked her quietly in concern as he heard her stomach rumble. Seeing the team motioning for her to hurry up, he waved them off with a stern frown.

Cherrie shook her head and closed her eyes. Still not letting him go.

“No time." She mumbled.

Toto scowled and pulled away enough to glare down at her "very stupid. Breakfast is the most Important meal of the day. You'll be moody without it." He scolded her sternly before turning to the impatient photographer and telling him bluntly "you wait. She eats then you can take the stupid photos."

Ten minutes later and they were in the nearest cafe, a plate of pastries and fruit in front of them.

Toto pouring the chocolate fudge over her pastry for her as she put in her new diamond earrings he had gotten her .

Tucking her hair behind her ears, she wiggled her lobes at him with a grin . Perking up now that she was being fed.

"Look good?" She asked him through a mouthful of food. Chocolate staining her lips.

Toto his his fond grin behind his cup of coffee "sparkling." He simply said . "you like the bags, yes? I got both black and red."

Cherrie just sighed happily "love them." She smiled. Heart feeling so full she felt like it was going to burst out of her chest.

"Toto?"

He swallows his bite before answering "yes?"

"I like your face." She told him bluntly.

Toto paused for a moment , cup halfway to his mouth. Then he laughed a little and muttered quietly "I like your face too."

She just giggled. He smiled at her without hiding his affection behind his cup this time.

The next couple of weeks went around the same way, she asked for whatever came to her mind first and Toto found ways to get her them.

It was almost like a challenge to see what strings he could pull and just how far he would go to please her.

She asked him for a golf cart with her logo and name on it. Even though she had never even played golf.

There was one waiting for her when she got home after the race. The steering wheel even had a fluffy cover on it.

At silverstone he had gotten her a tea set made of real gold. And a giant box of haribos after she had asked him to get her all the packets he could find . He did. And he even came out with her as she handed them to all the kids in the crowd too.

In Miami she asked for a metallica record. He got her that and vip tickets to their next show. Then let her drive them in her new Ferrari to the show. He Even let her sit on his shoulders the whole time too while she screamed along to all her favourite songs.

Then She asked for a life size giraffe teddy. He got a life size set of every animal she could name. She now had a room full of them. Her nephew loved them .

No matter what she asked for , or what she threw at him, he kept giving her it all. Always finding new ways to make her happy, to see her smile and gasp in excitement . Loving being the one to make her feel that way.

And they grew closer as toto finally let down some of his walls and let her convince him to come along with her to different events or just to hang out.

He took her golfing , so she took him to a tiki bar. Then Got so plastered that he had to carry her back in his arms to the five star hotel they were staying at.

He stopped being so cautious and started giving in more and more. Everyone else around them noticing his lighter and much better mood he was in as he whistled his way around the paddock.

Still bickering with Cherrie over the radio during the race but always being the first one to applaud her when she won. Even when she sprayed him with champagne , cackling like the menace that she was as she dragged him into the celebrations . Refusing to do it without him.

And well. She always got what she wanted didn’t she?

She felt like pushing the line a little more than normal . Trailing her way to his hotel room in just an oversized shirt , blanket wrapped around her head. She knocked on his door loudly , yawning as she did so.

Toto opened the door and frowned at her , chest bare im nothing but checkered pj pants low on his waist.

He cleared his throat as he watched her zone out, eyes shamelessly roaming his torso as she reached out a finger to poke at his abs.

Toto slapping her hand away with a amused sigh, fighting back a smile as he watched her grumble.

"why are you here?" He opened the door for her to come in nonetheless. Tapping the top of her blanket covered head as she pushed her way into his room happily.

"Can I stay here with you?" She asked him casually like it was no big deal. Eyeing the messy bed he had so clearly just rolled out of.

Toto paused , hesitated then muttered a weak "no.you cannot. I'm you're boss."

Cherrie just blinked up at him tiredly, pouting a little to get her way. "Please?"

"No." He muttered. Trying to stick to his weakening resolve .

She huffed and pettily responded "fine. I guess I'll go see if Charles will let me stay with him then-" she couldn't even get a step further before toto was scooping her up into his arms , a loud squeal escaping her lips as he roughly threw her down onto the bed.

Quickly throwing himself down next to her, he huffed "little shit." Grabbing her arms and manoeuvring her so that her head was laying on his chest , Cherrie cuddling up to him with a pleased little sigh .

Throwing her leg over his hip, she got comfortable , then laid a kiss gently over his heart.

“You still like my face?" She asked him after another yawn.

Toto just grinned up at the ceiling in the dark , huffing a soft laugh of disbelief that this was even happening. He rubbed between her shoulders gently , lightly scratching at her back just the way he knew that she liked it .

"I still like your face." He mumbled, amused.

She let out a pleased hum, struggling not to fall asleep . "Still like yours too." She let him know.

Toto chuckled "thanks. Very nice of you to say."

There was a few minutes of silence , the two of them just cuddling and letting the warmth of each other sink beneath their skin to warm their hearts. Before Cherrie felt the need to break it

Unable to help herself , she was born to be a little shit after all.

"Toto?" She whispered into the dark.

He sighed knowingly "yes?"

"I want a Rolex like yours." She whispered .

He laughed fondly "of course you do." He muttered in amusement having noticed her eyeing it on his wrist for days now. "Go to sleep."

"Will you get me one?"

"Go to sleep now Cherrie." He firmly told her.

She did as she was told for the first time in her life. Snoring away on his chest while toto ordered her a Rolex to match his.

Because he was very so clearly fucked.

Then her birthday came around and toto was stumped on what he should get her. Having spent the past few months buying whatever her heart desired, he had finally ran out of ideas. And for once, Cherrie hadn't asked him for anything.

So he turned up at her apartment with Empty hands and a worried frown on his face. Entering her place like it was his own. Having spent more time there than at his own recently .

He greeted her cats , gave them kisses before turning to Cherrie and telling her "I haven't bought you anything." Almost horrried with himself .

Cherrie just laughed "oh how scandalous!" She joked as she trailed off into her bedroom , dressed only in a small silk robe. Hair perfect and makeup done, meant to be getting ready for her birthday party at the club with friends.

She bit down on her lip as toto followed her to her room without any hesitation , side eyeing the way his white shirt fitted him tightly . So broad he barely fit through her doorway. She clenched her thighs and took a deep breath , cursing god for making her boss so damn delicious .

Toto was still frowning at her "Cherrie. It's your birthday." He stated like she didn't already know. Taking a seat at the end of her bed as he looked up at her , feeling terrible that he didn't come with a gift.

Little did he know, Cherrie had always pictured him with a big red bow on top. So she wasn't mad at all.

Smiling down at him in amusement , she slowly walked over to him till she was stood between his parted legs, looking down at him through her lashes slyly.

"I know." She said.

Toto swallowed , fingers lifting up to graze at the end of her silk dressing gown. Smelling the coconut oil on her skin that she had lathered herself in.

"What do you want them? Name it and I'll give it to you." He promised her softly , he would give her the whole world if he could.

But Cherrie only wanted one thing "I want you." She whispered honestly to him. Slowly Untying her silk robe Before letting it drop to the floor below them.

She wasn't wearing a single thing underneath . Not even a scrap of lace.

She took ahold of totos hands and slowly dragged them up up her bare waist , his eyes glued to the movement of his hands as she placed one hand over her breast , toto squeezing it gently . Caressing her soft skin.

Then she slid his other hand between her legs , he didn't need anymore guiding. He cupped her wet cunt with the palm of his hand and swallowed thickly.

"Oh." Was all he could let out.

Then he inhaled sharply , lifted his ankle and knocked her knees out from Beneath her .

"Shit!" She gasped out between a startled laugh As he pushed her down onto her bed , hair fanning out onto the white covers as he crawled over her body, twice the size she was. He covered her completely .

"Happy birthday you little shit." He mumbled while smiling down at her , eyes dark as he bowed his head and kissed her like he had been dreaming of doing for a while now.

Cherrie moaning against his mouth as she felt his hand slide back between her legs , breath hitching as she hurriedly placed her hand on his shirt and ripped the buttons clean off.

"Cherrie." He scolded her lightly , pulling briefly away from the kiss to glance down at his ripped shit. Rolling his eyes at her as she giggled and pulled it off him impatiently, laughing lightly Against her heated skin as he kissed all over her pretty face .

So in love it hurt.

"Fuck toto.." she sighed blissfully as she wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing his hand out from between her legs .

She held onto his wrist as she brought it up to her mouth , his lips parting for a hitched breath as she slid his wet fingers, full of her slick , between her lips and sucked them clean, swirling her tongue around his digits until he was yanking his fingers out of her mouth and wrapping them around her throat instead.

"Fucking brat!" He cursed out , free hand quickly reaching down to shove off his pants. Cock hard and heavy as it slapped aginst his stomach , he groaned deeply as he felt her reach up to kiss down his neck, titling his head to give her more access .

He rocked his hips up aginst her thigh as she sucked and mouthed at his throat , writing her name acrosss his skin with her tonghe, slowly and carefully. He grunted.

"You've been teasing me..all the fucking time." He breathed out breathlessly as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her face away from his neck , her dark eyes gleaming up at him ,needy , as she panted Beneath him.

She just giggled like the minx that she was , laugh catching into a long moan when he suddenly leant down and took her tits between his mouth , sucking at one while his fingers pinched and twisted at the other until she bucking up her hips at him desperately.

"Please toto! Fuck- please!" She cried out, feeling his hard cock rubbing up aginst her hip as he thrust his hips up aginst her roughly . He slapped her breast in response . She moaned. "Fuck!"

"You like that huh? You like it hard? Want me to fuck you until you go dumb around my cock?" He growled into her ear as he hiked her thighs even higher around his waist , slotting himself between her legs as his free hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed gently . "Huh baby?"

Cherrie swallowed , chest heaving as she rapidly nodded her head the best that she could, feeling the wetness dripping between her lips as she squeezed her thighs around him.

Lips trembling as she breathed out a breathless "please toto! I want you so bad! Please fuck me!"

He grinned. Took in the sight of her spread out below him, his cock nudging at her dripping cunt , his large hand around her throat as she begged him to take her . He groaned , squeezed her jaw in his hand as he kissed her hard.

Their Nose knocking together As he bit at her bottom lip till she cried out, his tongue slipping into her mouth , fighting for Dominance.

Toto won this time as he finally thrust up into her hot cunt at the same time he sucked at her tongue , not even giving her chance to breath before he was fucking her into the mattress like she was some cheap whore .

Shrill cries and moans choking out of her lips as she tossed her head back in pleasure , nails scratching down his broad back as he pounded into her, fingers bruising her hips as he cursed against her skin.

"Fuck! Yeah! Oh! Oh!" She cried out, hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. Feeling his thumb flick at her clit , she trembled beneath him.

Sweat dripping down her chest , toto leaning down to lick it right back up as he sucked at her tits, marking his name into her skin with his mouth. Until TOTO was written across her soft skin in purple lovebites.

"Fuck!" He cursed as he felt her cunt squeeze around him, his head thrown back in a moan as he tried to catch his breath .

Hips slapping aginst the back of her thighs as he fucked her harder , messier , feeling her dripping all over his skin. His balls slapping against her ass as he hovered over her, leaning down to kiss her open mouth again.

"I love you." He Moaned aginst her chin, her eyes rolling back to her head as he hit her g spot over and over again. Thumb roughly sliding down to cuticle her clit "fucking love you so much. You little shit." He almost laughed, overwhelmed by her. Always.

The sweat dripping down from his face and onto her skin as she clung onto him, the bed frame slamming against the wall as he pounded into her ruthlessly , making her scream.

“Fuck! Just like that daddy! Harder!" She begged. Clawing at his shoulders with her sharp nails, drawing blood.

Toto gritted his teeth , eyes squeezing closed as he almost collapsed aginst her . Laughing against her mouth as he panted "say that again."

"Daddy! Fuck me daddy!"

He groaned and gripped her hips harder , practically bending her in half as he slammed into her, mouth hanging open as he gazed down at her below him, placing his palm over her stomach and feel how tight she was, he grinned "you gonna cum baby?"

She cried, tears falling from her faces as she sobbed in pleasure. Hips rising off the bed to meet each harsh thrust "yeah. Yeah! Yeah! Please..." she whined, cupping his Neck to pull his face down to her own.

She kissed him messily , open mouthed kisses all over his mouth , his chin and his face. Moaning his name into his jaw as she clenched around him "please!"

Feeling his own stomach tighten , his quickened his pace, trusts growing harder and sloppier as he felt the light approach the both of them.

He leaned his head down and licked a strip from her breasts and up her throat till he reached her mouth , sipping his tongue inside her mouth as she cried out

"Fuck!"

"Yeah! That's it baby! Give it to me! Shit!" He grunted , orgasm hitting him just as quickly as he fucked them both through it.

Moaning against her throat as he buried his face into her neck, feeling her fingers pulling at his hair as she came hard around his cock, milking him as he coated her cunt with his own. Panting her name as he came.

"Shit.." he breathed out, collapsing down ontop of her .

Cherrie huffing at the sudden weight of him ontop of her, wrapping her legs around his waist , his softening cock still deep inside of her as they caught back thier breaths .

Cherrie grinning up at the ceiling as she hugged him close, kissing his jaw repeatedly .

He sighed softly , then turned his head to kiss over her heart gently . Then he mumbled quietly "say it back."

Cherrie hummed "say what?" Still dazed from the best fuck of her life . She nuzzled her nose aginst his shoulder, but toto pulled her head away by a handful of her hair.

Narrowing his eyes at her, he said firmly "I love you."

Realising what he wanted, she giggled happily "oh yeah. I love you . Best gift ever." She said.

Toto finally relaxed. Rolling his eyes at her with a grin as he rested his head begween her breasts , rubbing his hand soothingly up and down her side as she yawned . Their fucking having tired her out.

It went quite for a while between them . Toto eventually slipping out of her, cleaning her up and making sure that she was comfortable before sliding back into the bed with her.

Her head on his chest as she clung to him like a monkey , arms around his neck and legs around his waist as she kept yawning tiredly, toto barely keeping awake too.

She ignored her buzzing phone, friends no doubt wondering why she wasn't at her own birthday party. But she couldn't care less because she had finally gotten what she wanted.

Toto. In her bed. With her.

Telling her that he loved her over and over again between gentle kisses and back scratches. The rest of the world could get fucked because as far as she cared, it was just him and her now.

But she was still the same old little shit that enjoyed asking him for things and testing just what he would do for her. Especially now that she knew just how much he loved her too.

He enjoyed spoiling her just as much as she loved being spoiled.

So it wasn't a surprise when a little while later , half asleep , she whispered into the dark "toto?"

He laughed underneath his breath , spelling out his name on her spine with his fingertips. Then he wrote out her name too, changing it around. He knew what was coming. Waited for it patiently.

"Yes?"

"I want a diamond ring . Teardrop shape. With little diamonds surrounding it too." She told him casually in a whisper.

He just kissed the top of her head , grinning against her soft hair as he muttered softly "so bossy."

And it was no surprise to her when she woke up the next morning to Toto’s head between her thighs and her new, sparking diamond ring on her finger. Teardrop shaped with little diamonds surrounding it.

She always got what she wanted after all. He was her boss and she was gonna be MRS boss now.

Cherrie Wolff kinda had a ring to it. Don't you think?

#f1 imagine #formula one imagine #f1 fic #f1 oneshot #formula 1 imagine #toto wolff imagine #toto wolff oneshot #toto wolff fic

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aphroditelovesu · 8 months

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Yandere Mikaelson Family Headcanons (Platonic)

❝ 🧛 — lady l: I finally finished the hcs of our beloved vampires as platonic yandere! It was fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it too! Forgive me any mistakes and good reading!! ❤️🖤

❝tw: yandere, obsessive and possessive behavior, mention of death and murder, transformation into a vampire, jealousy and unhealthy platonic relationships.

❝🧛pairing: yandere platonic!mikaelson family x gender neutral!reader.

The stories about your appearance in the lives of the originals vampires are much discussed and contextualized. Some said you were a human who was kidnapped by them and forced to become part of their family. Others say they went mad and brought you into the vampire life as a way of redeeming the human lives taken. None of this is true, however. The true story is dated back to when they were still human and you were a close friend of the family and witnessed all the tragedies over a thousand years ago.

You, like them, were human. It was Rebekah, your closest friend at the time, who introduced you to the family and it didn't take long for you to become very close to her brothers, especially Henrik and Klaus. They have come to love you and treat you like part of the family. It didn't matter if you already had a family or not, you became part of theirs and they will not allow that to be changed.

You were very close to everyone, but you still didn't know their parents and that was on purpose. Klaus and Elijah in particular didn't want you to get close to his parents at all. They tried at all costs to keep you all to themselves, to the sibilings, but they couldn't hide you forever. In one night, you met Mikael and Esther Mikaelson.

It was a cold and restless night, you couldn't sleep and you left the ''room'' you shared with them. Since you didn't want to wake any of them, you got up carefully and left the small family hut. When you thought about it, you could still feel the freezing cold on your skin and the jump you gave when you heard the voice of a man very similar to your friends approaching you. It took a few seconds, but you recognized him as the Mikaelson patriarch.

Your heart leapt knowing who the man was and you didn't know what to do. You had already heard stories about him, how strict he was with his children, especially Niklaus. To your surprise, the man, Mikael, had been kind to you. A kindness you had never expected from someone like him and, feeling more at ease, you let your guard down and started talking to him. It didn't take long for him to introduce you to his wife, Esther, and they started to consider you their child and love you as their children loved you.

Everything was going well until tragedy struck the family and changed everything. When Klaus arrived with Henrik, dead, in his arms all chaos ensued. Your heart ached to see your friend, your brother, lifeless and Klaus in tears screaming for help. Everything changed the moment Mikael forced Esther to turn all of they children, including you, into something that couldn't be killed. And that's when everything fell apart, you were turned into an original vampire, unable to be killed in the traditional way. All of this was when the first vampires in history were created. Your family of overly overprotective, murderous vampires.

Mikael and Esther were the most dangerous and murderous about you. The family patriarchs are protective and demanding. Mikael is calculating and strict, but is shown to be caring and kind to you even after the transformation. There is no doubt who his favorite child is. Although he is proud, Mikael is devoted to you and is quite close, even if he can act aloof and mean. Esther is very loving to you and has come to adore you like her child, although she is a bad woman at times and a powerful witch, Esther used to be a present mother to you.

Niklaus is considered the worst of the sibilings, although there is some doubt about this. He is cruel, insensitive to the pain of others and considered a sociopath. And maybe all of that is true, but you never knew him that way. You've always known Klaus as a protective and caring brother, and even after Henrik's death, his discovery of being a hybrid, and everything that followed for centuries, he remained the same for you. Others saw the change in him and how possessive he became about you, but it didn't matter to you. He is cruel to everyone else but you. You are the only one besides him who has never had a dagger stuck in your chest and confined in a coffin for decades. Klaus enjoys your company immensely and is the most possessive of them all.

Elijah is the quietest of his siblings in his obsession with you, usually being portrayed as calm and methodical. He is very polite and formal and he usually expects the same from his family. Elijah is very soft for you and a true gentleman, he has made a promise to himself to care for and protect you since he met you and he does his best to honor that promise after centuries of existence. Being very overprotective, Elijah is almost always seen in your company accompanying you somewhere and throwing distinct looks at anyone who approaches you more than they should. Although he is very calm, Elijah is dangerous to anyone who threatens his family and ripping out hearts will be an act of mercy.

Kol is the most spoiled of the family and the most troubled of all. He likes to drag you into his messes and carnage, even if you don't like it, he'll make sure you learn to like it. Kol is unpredictable and a bombshell, ready to unleash his murderous fury on anyone who crosses him, who crosses you. He loves to spoil you and take you with him, if he can and has the chance, he will convince you to run away with him.

Rebekah is your best friend, your favorite sister, well, that's her delusion and what she likes to believe. Rebekah is problematic but not as much as her brother, she is romantic and is always by your side at parties or family gatherings. She loves to take you shopping with her and take you out for drinks. Rebekah is very needy for your attention, for your love, and will sulk if you don't give what she wants from you. She is kind and loving, always looking out for you and doing her best to please you, but she has an unbridled rage and jealousy inside her that will become easily visible if you don't spend time with her.

Freya is the most reliable of the entire family and the most selfless of all. She always puts you above all her petty and selfish desires, genuinely caring and loving you as she feels she should. She is very responsible and a great listener, and has a habit of scolding her siblings when they get too annoying. Her obsession is strong but controlled and Freya never shows her possessiveness, usually she handles these kind of feelings as calmly as possible. She doesn't want to scare you and secretly wants to be her favorite.

Finn is the least close to you, though not by choice. He's never had much of a chance to stay by his side, not with the other brothers doing their best to get him as far away from you as possible. Finn is subtle in his obsession and prefers to watch from afar and protect you like that, but given the chance, he will physically approach you.

The Mikaelson family has its many problems and divisions, which have only been made worse after meeting you, but one thing they all agree on is that you are their top priority and that you must be protected at all costs. Any love interests will be quickly and effectively killed, and friends who are not approved by them will be far from your life. You don't need anyone but your loving family, don't you agree?

They would hate to put you to sleep for a while, but they will if they feel it necessary. They all can disagree and fight, especially Klaus and Kol, but once you enter the story is when they unite and will do their best to keep you just theirs. You took a vow, remember? Always and forever. And they will make sure you fulfill the vow you made.

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jinnie-ret · 6 months

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Hi! I was just wondering, could you write a oneshot of reader feeling really tired/kinda depressed, like too tired to get up of the bed to get a drink, too tired to even talk and skz just helping them through it and taking care of them? It could be 9th member or just the groupd friend. It's ok if you don't want to or don't feel comfortable with it. Thank you! Lots of love!

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stray kids x best friend!reader

genre: angst, fluff

content warnings: mental exhaustion

word count: 1.3k

summary: your best friends notice you've been acting different recently, and help you through your mental rut.

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy this one. And if anyone is ever feeling this way, you can always message me, or reach out for help :)

Asks are shut, but if you want to be added to my taglist, let me know! And reblog and like if you enjoyed! <3

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Love, can you open the door?" Changbin's soft voice called out quietly, yet you made no effort to move. You knew he could just as easily open your door and walk in, but he was waiting to see if you had the energy to do it yourself.

"I'll take that as a no," and he walked away from the door, probably back into the kitchen to inform the boys that their latest attempt didn't work.

It wasn't that you didn't want to see them. It was more that your social battery was drained. Not even a good night's sleep was helping you gain energy because, well, although you weren't having sleepless nights, there was still a lot of things weighing on your mind that was stopping you from wanting to do anything.

Buzz.

Oh. They were spamming the group chat again.

kangaroo🖤: remember to have something to eat!

bokkie🐲: pls eat smthn sweaty 💞

prince🖌️: lixie you did not jst call her sweaty that isn't gnna help 😭

mongmong🎤: ignore them sweetie just pls eat smthn if you have the energy yh?

cheese toastie🦊: our minnie is so sweet

quokka boy🥊: careful or he will chnge his mind 👀

kitty boy😼: i'm cooking u dinner rn

dwaekki💪: pls come out and see us love :(

And so the guilt set in once more. You could tell they were doing their best but for the past couple of days you didn't want to do anything at all. And whilst they had asked you, you shut them down every time and waved them off.

The next day, you were due to go into work, something your best friends were well aware of as they had checked your shared calender to see if there was anything upcoming that was overwhelming you.

When you rang into work to call in for a sick day, that was the first time the boys heard your voice in like 48 hours. Croaky. Dry. Exhausted.

Which is what prompted your next visit.

"Hey, Y/Nnie, I've brought you some water. You don't have to talk to us if you don't want to... but, yeah," Felix brought in a bottle filled with ice water and you could tell he didn't know what exactly to do in the situation without you responding to him.

You couldn't help but feel the gratitude within you after he awkwardly smiled at you, and so, you spoke up from your nest in bed.

"Thank you, Lixie."

Within a flash he turned around and grinned warmly at you, excited at just this simple interaction, because him and the boys had been worried sick the past few days. They knew everyone had their moments, but they had never seen you like this before.

After he left, you sipped at your water and continued to mindlessly scroll through your social media feed on your phone. There was still a numbness there. You recognised videos that would normally make you laugh yet no emotion filled you.

And that's what made you feel weirder.

You thought about other times people went into some sort of slump and they'd normally be sad, upset for some reason. But no, not you.

You felt emotionless. The loneliness wasn't what sucked you in yet it was like a part of your brain felt like it had shut off. And that lasted for the next few hours until the members caught you out of bed looking for something in the cupboard to eat.

"Oh, Y/N!" Han jumped back with a hand on his heart, yet you carried on in your sluggish efforts to make something to eat.

"You're out of bed?" Jeongin was shocked until he winced from the small slap on the back of his head from Changbin.

"Don't eat that, it's not good for you, here, heat this up," Lee Know took away the instant noodles from your grasp and instead pulled out a container with a portion of dinner he had made last night. He seemed to be taking control yet he wanted to see you do something for yourself. He hoped it was motivating and that the simplest thing of heating up your own food would lead you towards an upward trajectory of going back to your usual self.

You slowly padded across the kitchen to the microwave and shoved the food in, a gentle hand tapping you on the shoulder as you shut the machine's door.

"Let's talk, Y/N," Chan guided you to the sofa in the lounge connected to the kitchen, the rest of your friends following through. There was no choice in the matter, yet the eldest remained calm which reassured you slightly.

"We've been worried about you," Hyunjin spoke for everyone when he said that.

"Sorry," you whisper, picking at the threads of your baggy jumper sleeve.

"No, don't apologise. We just want to know what's going on in that head of yours," Seungmin leans forward as he speaks quietly.

You simply shrug.

"Y/Nnie?" Chan further prompted.

"I don't know," you shrugged again, not even knowing how to explain what was going on.

"You don't know?" Felix looked around at the other members, confused.

Just then, the microwave dinged, and you stood up to go and get your food, but Lee Know's hands on your shoulders stopped you.

"Don't worry about that now. Just talk to us, anything," his thumbs rubbed soothing circles before he moved away.

"I-I don't know what you want me to say," you brought your legs up to your chest.

"We know you had work today," Changbin mentioned.

"It's ok, I called in sick," you mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

"Do you have a temperature?" Han frowned, feeling your forehead but that answered his question.

"I just didn't feel like it... but not in like a lazy way but I just couldn't... mentally do it?" your answer came out as a rushed question, not even sure yourself but it made sense to the rest of the boys.

"Ah, sweetie, you should have said," Hyunjin pouted, feeling bad that you were struggling.

"Not that easy though, is it?" you looked up and saw Chan crouched down in front of you.

"It's not, we know that, but we want you to always know that you've got us to fall back on, no matter what, ok?" he grabbed your hands as he said this, squeezing them so that you knew he was physically there.

"Y/Nnie... you know you don't have to always have energy, right? It's ok to have your down days," Han said seriously, which even caused Chan to look at him surprisingly as he moved away from in front of you.

"I feel like..." you began, but trailed off shaking your head.

"Tell us, talk to us love," Changbin insisted.

"I feel like I have to keep telling myself I can do it, but I know I'm lying to myself, I guess?" you sighed, leaning further back into the sofa.

"You can do it, we all know you can," Jeongin encouraged you sweetly.

"But if you can't right now, that's also fine," Seungmin added on.

And there was no need for you to verbally respond, because these safety oozing from them was wrapping you in a nice comfy blanket.

Oh, and Felix was also wrapping you in a blanket, that could have been why you felt the sudden warmth.

"Right, now you can eat," Lee Know nodded, satisfied with how the conversation had played out.

"Me too, hyung!" Han and Hyunjin both dashed after Lee Know, begging him for food too, and with that you smiled.

"There you are," Changbin titled your head up as you smiled, his face mirroring yours.

"If all it took was for Han and Hyunjin to be whiny and complain, we could have had this conversation a lot sooner," Seungmin rolled his eyes fondly, thinking of the two 00 liners who were bickering earlier that day.

"Don't ruin the moment Seungmin," Chan tutted jokingly.

But it didn't ruin the moment. Seeing them act normally around you again after they had cleared up what was going on made you feel better.

You felt, once again.

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theemporium · 10 months

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Hi bestie hear me out on this prompt, y/n have a thing going on with both Pierre and Daniel and it makes them crazy rivals. Y/n wants to tease Daniel bc he’s ignoring her so she physically flirts with Pierre/hints that they did it and it drives Daniel crazy. Rest is angry punishment rough

i changed it a little but hope you enjoy, thank you for requesting!🖤

Your thing with the Frenchman was nothing serious.

It was something both of you were more than aware of. Something about your personalities just seemed to fit together well and you would go as far as saying Pierre was a good friend of yours. However, there was just something entertaining about flirting with him. It was easy and harmless and he thought the same.

It was nothing serious.

But Daniel never seemed to think so.

Things with the Australian were a little more complicated. He never considered himself a remotely jealous person. He wasn’t usually the type to get insecure or possessive or territorial, but something about watching you stand there—dressed like a fucking goddess—with your hands all over the French driver and your smiles all pointed towards him was irking Daniel in a way that he didn’t think was possible.

There was always a hint of hesitation when things got too heated between you and Daniel. You’d want something more, he was scared that the age difference was too much. You told him you didn’t care, he didn’t want to see you get hurt by the media ripping you to shreds. It was a back and forth you were tired of playing. It was a game of morality you were sick of seeing him play.

You wanted him. You just needed him to make the first move.

Maybe it was unethical and a little wrong, but everybody needed a little push. You knew that Pierre was the push Daniel needed. He had voiced a few times how he felt the younger Frenchman would be more well-fitted for you in the eyes of the media. You knew he held resentment that your relationship with Pierre would never be scrutinised the way it would with him.

And you knew that seeing Pierre with you—seeing him with the girl that belonged to Daniel and Daniel only—would tip him over the edge.

And you were right.

You had walked into the party, completely walking past Daniel and making your rounds with the old friends and colleagues throughout the party. He waited for you to come to him. He waited to be able to get you close enough so he could wrap his arm around your waist, pull you close and whisper how beautiful you looked in your ear to watch you flush at the compliment.

Except you had gone straight to Pierre instead and Daniel had spent the last thirty minutes grumpily brewing in the corner of the room.

The final straw was watching Pierre’s hand rest on the curve of your back, a little too close to your ass for his liking. It was all he needed to drink the remnants of the bubbly drink in his champagne flute and slam it on the table beside him before he made his way over.

He wasn’t in the mood for niceties and he knew, deep down, he would apologise for his behaviour later. But for right now, he made his way over and didn’t give his fellow driver a chance to even open his mouth before he was grabbing your hand, intertwining your fingers together, and pulling you away from Pierre, away from everyone.

“Daniel–”

“No. Not yet.”

He was worked up, he was pissed and he certainly did not have the patience to wait for a taxi to get back to the hotel.

You couldn’t help but let out a small squeak when he tugged you into a dark closet, not much light to really make out much. Your chest was rising and falling quickly, your lip tucked between your teeth as he pushed you against the locked door, so close you could make out the darkened look in his eyes.

“Daniel,” you breathed out.

“Now you remember me?” he said with a dry chuckle, his hands on your waist as he squeezed roughly. “You ignored me all night, baby.”

“I know,” you said, not even denying your actions. “You deserved it.”

His eyes narrowed. “Did I now? What did Gasly do to deserve your attention then?”

“He isn’t scared to be seen with me,” you said, lifting your chin slightly. “He isn’t embarrassed of me.”

His voice dropped. “You think I’m embarrassed of you?”

“You keep avoiding whatever this is between us, Danny,” you murmured, the hurt clear in your voice.

“Guess I gotta show you and the whole fucking world you’re mine then,” Daniel retorted and before you could even reply, his lips were on you.

The kiss was messy and fast and passionate and you could barely catch your breath. You could feel him everywhere as he pressed his body against yours, his whole prescenes completely engulfing you as you helplessly held onto him.

“Danny,” you whined as your head fell back against the closet door, his lips trailing down your neck.

“You fucking ruin me, baby,” he groaned, his beard and warm breath tickling your skin but you still needed him closer. “Now I’m gonna return the favour and you’re gonna take it like a good girl, yeah?”

You nodded your head.

His fingers gripped your face, squishing your cheeks together. “Words, honey.”

“Ruin me, Danny,” you mumbled out. “Please.”

“Atta girl,” he grumbled, his accent a little thicker as he kissed you deeply before pulling away.

You whined at the loss but not for long as you watched the boy kneel before you. His hands ran up and down your legs, pushing the fabric of your dress until it pooled just beneath your belly button. He then guided one leg over his shoulder, ducking his head down to press a lingering kiss on your clothed cunt.

“Danny—”

“Shhh, gonna give my girl what she wants,” he murmured, his warm breath against your cunt as his fingers hooked the fabric of your soaked panties and pushed them to the side. “Just gotta be patient f’me, alright?”

“Okay,” you sighed, nodding quickly.

“Gonna make you forget about anyone else who's ever touched you, you hear me?” he murmured as his hands squeezed your thighs. He leaned forwards, kissing your swollen clit and smiling a little when you squirmed under his touch. “Gonna make sure my name is the only one you can scream.”

“Please,” you moaned desperately.

“We aren’t fucking leaving until you’re fucking begging for my cock, baby,” Daniel warned you before he nuzzled himself between your legs, his tongue lapping at your cunt until your fingers were tangled in his curls and your thighs were squeezing his head.

You came three times in that closet until Daniel could finally pull himself away from your cunt, his lips and chin glistening with your release as he flashed you a smug grin. He grabbed your face, kissing you lazily as the image of your flushed cheeks and glossy eyes played in his head on a loop.

You barely looked presentable as you both left the closet, no interest in staying at the party or the venue as you made your way towards the valet outside. You could barely keep your hands off him in the car, your fingers eager to wrap around the bugle in his trousers that had been teasing you since your second orgasm. You could barely remember anything but Danny’s name that night as he made you come again and again and again until his pillow was soaked with your tears and his sheets were soaked with your release.

It was safe to say the world knew you were Daniel’s girl, whether it was from the press photos released of you two leaving the party the night before or the fact you entered the paddock with pink and purple bruises littering your neck the next day with the boy grinning proudly next to you.

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sugarcoatedstarkey · 1 year

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Tear stained pillow case p2

Pairings- Drew Starkey x Fem!reader

Summary- It doesn’t take Drew long to realise he messed up.

Warnings- language

A/n- thank you to the anons who sent in what they wanted to see happen, apologies I couldn’t give you all what you wanted! There will be another part after this which will be longer 🖤 sorry this one is a bit short.

Part 1

Drew was struggling, he found it hard to get out of bed most mornings. He wasn’t putting his all into filming, the creators of outer banks had pulled him aside multiple times to try to figure out what was going on with him.

By the end of the month, everyone on set knew he was going through a break up. The boys tried to cheer him up, took him out to parties, and took him to theme parks. Took him anywhere that might get his mind off of you.

But nothing was working, he kept slipping further and further into himself. He knew he has messed up, the moment his lips touched Odessa he knew he fucked up.

He knew he had to suffer the consequences, he couldn’t expect to kiss a cast mate, then go back home and play happy couples, not when you were at home tearing yourself apart from all the hate online.

“Drew”

He was pulled from his thoughts, Austin standing in front of him with a cup of coffee. He hands the cup to Drew who gives him a sad excuse for a smile.

“You need to reach out to her man” Austin states, taking a seat next to his friend. Nobody was game enough to bring you up around him, but Austin was worried about Drew.

“She won’t answer my calls or texts”

“well, let’s go to her then. Go to her mums house and beg her to listen to you”

Drew shook his head, he couldn’t do that to you. He knew you’d hate it if he just showed up, especially when your sister was unwell and resting at home.

“Okay then, let Maddison invite her to dinner with the girls. We can get her alone and you can talk to her”.

Drew wasn’t sure if that was a good idea, it was still showing up unannounced. Something you hated deeply, but it might be the only way for you to listen to him.

He needed to express how sorry he was, beg for you to forgive him. Beg for you back, promise he will work on himself and be a better boyfriend.

He couldn’t throw away 4 years of memories with you, you are the love of his life. You are the one he pictures beside him at red carpets, eating breakfast in the morning, having kids with.

“Okay, let’s do that”

You weren’t going to meet up with the girls, they worked with Drew and you didn’t want to get between that, you considered them dear friends but you just wanted to cut everything out from your life that was associated with or reminded you of Drew.

Yes it was harsh but how was you expected to move on when you surround yourself with everything that reminded you of him. But you couldn’t, you couldn’t even cut Drew from your life. Sure, his texts went answered and your phone was on silent most of the time.

You spent every waking moment thinking about him, looking him up online, checking if he was okay from his parents. It was unhealthy.

So that tiny voice in your head that told you it was a bad idea got pushed further into the back, you found yourself getting ready and hoping they would bring him up in discussion.

It was you, Maddison, Mariah and Carlacia. Madelyn was busy filming at the moment, you all had a glass of wine and was waiting on the food to be brought out.

No conversation of Drew which hadn’t bothered you, no one had brought up the break up. But they had given you individual hugs that were like they were saying I’m sorry about the news.

Conversation was flowing and it was turning out to be a really good night, it felt good getting out of the house. Good having a conversation that didn’t consist of your sick sister, the breakup and work.

It was fun hearing about their projects and how filming of season 3 had been going, you had to bite your tongue a few times to stop yourself asking how Drew was.

“Y/n”

You froze at the sound of Drew’s voice, you could tell it apart from anyone. Your eyes widened, meeting the gaze of Maddison in front of you. She gives you an apologetic smile, your body stiffens when his fingers brush over the tattoo on your shoulder.

“Please look at me”

You close your eyes briefly and pull yourself to stand, you couldn’t ignore him. There was an ache in your belly, you needed to see his face. “Hi drew”

“Hey” he breathes a sigh of relief. Tears build in his eyes when you finally turn around, the wind gets knocked out of him when you give him a soft smile. He wants to grab you by the jaw and kiss you, express his undying love to you.

“How are you?” He asks, he can’t help himself and pulls you into a hug. Your body melts under him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

Your breathing in his scent, memories flooding your head. You can hear the thud of his heart against your ear, his arms feel like they are shaking.

“I’m… okay, you?”

“Been better”

Silence falls over the two of you, your eyes searching his. “What are you doing here?”

As he opens his mouth to speak, a group of girls come barging over. “Omg Drew”

“Hi girls, I’m just busy at the moment”

“Just one photo please?”

“Not right now”

Their eyes go to you, silently begging for you to tell him to take the photo. A sickness washes over you, if you didn’t do what they wanted, they would spread more hate on the internet.

“It’s fine, I was just leaving. Take the photo” you give them a polite smile.

“No no, I need to speak to you”

“Another time, girls”

They don’t give him time to speak again and they flutter around him. Shoving their phone into his face, you take this opportunity to grab your bag and jacket.

“I’m sorry…I have to go”.

You're rushing out of the restaurant before anyone can stop you, your shoes hitting the pavement faster than you thought was possible. The rain splashing up against your calves.

“Y/N!”

Reaching your car you fumble with your keys, his hand grasps yours. A sob escapes your lips as the rain falls around you both, you can feel his body against your back. “Please don’t leave”.

“I don’t know if I can talk to you Drew”

“Please… I need to apologise, I need to fight for us”

You turn and face him, water runs down your face. Your hair clinging to the sides of your face and neck. He can’t help himself and he grabs your cheek, staring down at you as he sorts out all the words flying around his head.

“Drew”

“I’m sorry okay, I shouldn’t have kissed Odessa… fuck I shouldn’t have done a lot of things, I was such a shit boyfriend towards the end”

You can’t find the words to respond, you don’t know if you want to hear this yet. You don’t know if you can forgive him, move on from the events.

“I don’t know Drew”

“Please y/n”

He’s pressing his lips to yours before you can say anything else, you let him slip his tongue inside for a moment before pushing him away roughly.

“Stop!”

Rubbing your hands over your face, the rain makes you feel uncomfortable. “You can’t just kiss me Drew!”

“I’m sorry…. Fuck! I’m sorry!”

You shake your head, turning back around to unlock your car. “I have to leave”

“Please don’t.. let’s talk”

“Not right now Drew, give me time”.

He lets you get inside the car, pressing the palm of his hand to the window. You can’t look back at him, you would cave. You’d hop out of the car and kiss him again, you’d forgive him without really overcoming the betrayal you felt.

You're driving away without another word, watching his figure disappear in the rear view mirror. Your body shakes as you sob, tears dripping down your face.

Part 3

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petite-gloom · 3 months

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ok here is the update everyone is waiting for (i have a /lot/ of anons about it lol). the sofa is really nice. i fell asleep a lot quicker than i normally do, lying flat on my back with my knees propped up against the arm rest. obviously my sleep was still fragmented and i did wake up with a bout of paralysis, but felt a lot less stressed about it all just generally (and naturally i didn't expect the sofa to cure my underlying sleep disorder miraculously overnight). im not sure how much of it was sheer exhaustion from moving a sofa up three flights of stairs and then trying to wrestle it together singlehandedly, how much of it was psychosomatic first-night hopefulness, but it does feel promising. the storage is a 10/10 improvement from the space under my bed- i can fit my duvet/pillows but also a bunch of other stuff (christmas decorations, stationery). we went for a walk and i came back sleepy so im curled up in the corner chipping away at emails and my laptop fits comfortably on the back/arm of the sofa because it's so wide and flat. something i hadn't considered but is incredibly practical. i can still access my bedside table and bookcase but i gained a little more floorspace. it's been less than 24 hours but those are my small updates and observations so far. i've been thinking about getting a coverless duvet (just a plain quilt) so i can wash the entire thing and not have to worry so much about sheets and general upkeep- hopefully reducing even more bed-related stress. will also get a little mattress cover to use as a sleeping mat to help preserve the longevity and keep things clean. but so far so good. no regrets yet 🛋️🖤

#the sofa saga #delete later?#sometimes when u have chronic issues u do actually just have to jump headfirst into uncoventionality

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redstarwriting · 10 months

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his girl | v. a sweeter song

earth 42!miles morales x fem!reader | miles morales x fem!reader

word count: 2.4k

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: language, spoilers (!), probably bad spanish, mentions of stab wounds, mentions of death, dead parents, mentions of blood, arguments

a/n: i love elaborating on things and tying everything together! it’s so fun :) i hope you all enjoy this chapter, it was fun to write and hopefully the story is still ✨captivating✨ to everyone reading. enjoy, y’all 🖤

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previous chapter: iv. what can make me feel this way?

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42 Miles frowns at you. “What? Why would I help him?” You roll your eyes. “Because he helped the love of your life not die. He’s also you! Isn’t that a good enough reason?” you snap, and he sighs. He looks at other Miles, frowning. “He has things I would kill to have, and you just expect me to help him go back to that? When you and I have to stay here and suffer all the time?” he asks, clearly upset. “He doesn’t have everything, Miles.”

“You know he can hear both of you?” Miles says, and you both look over at him. “Look, man, I get that you don’t want to help me. And that’s fine. I can do it myself. Just tell me, do you have Alchemax on this world?” 42 Miles and Aaron glance at each other before looking at Miles. There was, in fact, an Alchemax in this world. It’s where Aaron and Miles just were. See, Kingpin needed Miles to steal a certain piece of equipment so he could build a collider of some sort, but he wasn’t revealing all the details to the two of them. But 42 Miles is starting to suspect this Miles might be able to do something with whatever Kingpin was making. Which is equally as alarming, because tech like that has the potential to level the city if used wrong. And something tells him the earthquakes they’ve been experiencing has something to do with it, too. “Why?”

“I need to go there. Like I said, I don’t need your help. I can do what I need to do without you.”

“No, Miles. He’s gonna help you. Right?” you say, and 42 Miles sighs. “Mi amor, por qué? He just said he could handle it, didn’t he?” he asks, slightly annoyed. “Miles. You remember when you pissed me off really bad that one time? When you first became the Prowler, and I knew you were keeping something from me, but you refused to tell me?”

“I was just tryna keep you safe, (Y/n),” he says, and you shake your head. “I know the reasoning, it’s a stupid reasoning. And when you left me alone that one time, I was done, right?” you ask, and Miles looks at you with a frown. “Yeah.”

“Well, that’s what that Miles is going through right now. I’m not talking to him. You remember how much that sucked for both of us, don’t you?” 42 Miles frowns.

It did suck. It was before the two of you were dating, but both of you were clearly in love at the time. From your perspective, he kept disappearing on you, arriving to hang out only to apologize and say he had to go 5 minutes into it. Barely texting back when you reached out to him. You would see his location pinging in various places throughout the night. You were worried for him.

It was right after his dad died. You’d figured he’d gotten involved with the Cartel in some way to put himself and his family off their radar now that his dad was gone, but you couldn’t help but worry. Especially because there would be times when you went to see him, and he would have a split lip or a black eye. One time his arm was wrapped up, but you could see dried blood that seeped into the outside of it.

“Miles, what the hell is going on? This is the fourth time this week you canceled on me!” you say, frustrated that he looked at his phone and saying he had to go not even 15 minutes into the movie thee two of you agreed to watch in his room, curled up together in his bed and staring at his laptop. “(Y/n/n), I’m sorry, I just have to go do something,” he says, trying to keep it as vague as possible. You scoff. “You always have to go do something. When is the something you have to do gonna be hang out with me?” you ask, and he sighs. “That is something I have to do, too, but you don’t understand–”

“Then tell me, Miles! I’m so sick of this! You always say I don’t understand but when I ask you never say shit!” you exclaim, and Miles huffs. “Maybe cause even if I said, you ain’t gonna understand, (Y/n)! Ever think of that?!” he says, frustrated now too. He’s just trying to protect you from the shit he has to do now. You don’t need to know what’s going on, you just need to sit there, look pretty, let him buy you shit, and, above everything, stay fucking safe. “You’re so fucking frustrating, Miles,” you say, and he rolls his eyes. “Whatever, (Y/n).”

“Whatever?! Miles! Just tell me what the fuck is up with you!” you growl, and he frowns. “I can’t, (Y/n)! I can’t fucking tell you so just shut the fuck up about it and let me do what I gotta do to provide for you,” he snaps, and you shake your head. “I don’t need you to provide for me.”

“Yes. You do. You do, mamá do, mi tío do, all of you do. And I can. And I do,” he says, and you glare at him. “Have you ever considered I don’t need you to just provide money, Miles? Materialistic shit isn’t the only thing in the world that fucking matters,” you hiss, and he frowns. “Just fucking suck it up, (Y/n). We can watch the stupid movie when I get back.”

You laugh.

“No. You can watch the stupid movie when you get back. I’m done with you. I’m done with this,” you say, your voice colder than Miles has ever heard it directed toward him. “Yeah, okay. Sure, (Y/n),” he says, walking out of his room and out of the apartment. Rio wasn’t home, as she was busy at the hospital. And Miles still to this day doesn’t realize how you stayed in his room, crying from worry and a minor heartbreak thinking this was the end for the two of you. He was feeling the same way you were. But he pushed his feelings aside, putting himself in a blissful ignorance of thinking you wouldn’t actually keep your word. That he’d come home and see you curled up on his bed, passed out, and he’d have to wake you up and walk you to your home. Aaron always says he was particularly brutal that night, but he just used the fighting as a distraction against his conflicted feelings that very obviously would not leave the forefront of his mind.So he doesn’t really remember it all that much.

What he does remember is coming home to find his bed empty.

Frustrated, he threw one of his pillows across his room. You were supposed to be here. He was supposed to shake you awake, slinging his arm around you as he guided your tired frame back home. But you weren’t. And you weren’t there the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that. And when Miles texted you, you wouldn’t respond. Every time he would try to go to your place, you would quietly say “Stop, Miles.”

It crushed him.

He started going on more missions, improving his approach as the Prowler and getting on Kingpin’s good side to the point where he never tried to figure out who the kid behind the mask was. All he needed to know was that he worked with Aaron Davis. Being trained by Aaron Davis. After all, at this point only an idiot would oppose the Cartel, so he figured the Prowler wasn’t and never would be a threat.

It went on for a month.

And during that month Miles was trying desperately to talk to you. But you kept brushing him off. It was pissing him off, but what pissed him off more was realizing the way you were slowly breaking down in front of him. You didn’t smile as much, you looked a mess, and all he wanted to do was hug you. It was then that Miles started to piece his feelings together. Rio pointed it out to him, and he was in denial about it. “Mijo, you like her,” she would say, and he would shake his head. “Mamá I like her as a friend. Nothing else.”

“¿Cómo crié a un hijo tan estúpido?” she mumbled walking away as Miles started arguing to her that he wasn’t stupid and that she raised a very smart son.

Then, the incident happened.

It was the first time he ended up in the hospital from his new gig. And it was the first time you talked to him. The end of the two of you talking resulted in the two of you confessing. He was lying in a hospital bed, looking up at your swollen eyes from your tears, and he realized that you were the single most beautiful thing in this world. And that he missed you terribly. His heart ached as he heard your shaky voice. “I’m sorry, Miles.”

“What you saying sorry for?” he mutters, using all his strength to lift his hand and wipe a tear away. You grab his hand, holding onto it like he was the only thing keeping you anchored to the world. “If anyone should be saying sorry, it’s me, (Y/n/n).”

“No, I’m the one who–”

“(Y/n). Mi amor. Mi vida. Mi luna. Don’t be saying no bullshit. You had every right to not talk to me for as long as you did. I shoulda told you what was up, and I will… just… not here,” he mutters, and you sniffle. “Tu amor?”

“Sí, mi amor,” he wipes another tear from your face. “Your life?”

“You’re the only reason I survived this. I couldn’t leave you here, alone. You’re everything, you kept me here. I fought to stay here for you,” he whispers, and you tear up for a different reason now. “Tu luna?”

“Mi luna bonita,” he smiles softly, gently rubbing your cheekbone with his thumb. “Tú eres mi amor, mi vida, mi luna, y mi felicidad. Te amo, (Y/n).” You stare at him with a watery smile on your face. “Te amo, Miles,” you whisper, and he gently pulls your face down, the two of you sharing a long overdue kiss.

42 Miles sighs, glancing over at 1610 Miles. Thinking about that time is never easy, though the thought of your lips on his for that first time always makes a warmth spread throughout his chest. “Don’t be the bad guy they’re trying to make you be, Miles. That’s not you. It never has been, and it never will be,” you say, and he looks at you, then at Miles again. He nods.

“Fine,” he begrudgingly agrees, and you smile at him. “Gracías, mi amor,” you say, and he rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Tío, can you call mamá? Tell her that (Y/n) needs urgent medical attention and make sure she gets it?” he asks, and Aaron nods. “Yeah. I gotchu, little man,�� Aaron says, pulling his phone out. “When I get this knife out of my shoulder, I’m going with you,” you say, and the two boys snap their heads in your direction. “No.”

“Absolutely not,” they say at the same time, and you sigh. “But–”

“Baby, you need to rest. You ain’t coming,” he says, and you frown. “How do I know you won’t just kill each other.”

“Killing ain’t his style, amor,” 42 Miles says, thinking back to the fight. None of the people Miles took down looked dead. Just unconscious. “But it’s yours,” you say, and he shakes his head. “If I wanted him dead, he’d be dead by now. Like you said. He saved your life. Which means he saved mine. I’ll help and then get back to you as soon as I can,” he says, and you nod. “Please stay safe. Both of you.”

“We will be, mi vida. Promise,” Miles says, leaning over and kissing you softly. Miles watches with an aching in his chest. He wants this. He wants you. He can’t believe it took him traveling to a different universe to realize just how much you meant to him. As soon as he gets home, he needs to find you and apologize. Then he needs to stop Spot, save his dad, and tell you how he really feels about you. All in a day’s work for Spider-Man. As long as you accept his apology and love him back.

“Tío, take her back home, please,” Miles asks, and he nods. “You want me to put her on the couch or in your bed?”

“My bed. She’ll be comfortable there and then when I get back, she won’t have to move from that spot for a couple days,” Miles says, and you grin. “Does that mean I get unlimited cuddles?”

“Yes. Obviously,” Miles says with a scoff, and you smile. “Yay.”

“Sorry, but won’t her parents be alarmed that she’s staying at your place for that long? Like, I know they’re cool with her staying over and everything… but that’s a little excessive… wouldn’t you say?” 1610 Miles asks, and you frown slightly. “My parents are dead, Miles. Ms. Morales is my legal guardian until I turn 18,” you mumble, and Miles’ heart drops. Your parents? His dad? Who else is dead that he cares about on this world. “Oh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to–”

“You have nothing to apologize for, Miles,” you say, and 42 Miles nods slightly. “There’s no way you could have known,” he says. Miles still feels terrible, but you just give him a small smile as Aaron walks over, picking you up. “It was nice meeting you, Miles,” you say, and Miles nods. “It was nice talking to you,” he says, and you giggle. “I can imagine. Don’t fuck it up, alright?” you say to him, and he nods. “I won’t. Not this time, at least.”

“Good. I’ll see you soon, amor. I love you,” you say, and Miles kisses your knuckles. “I love you, (Y/n). I’ll be home in no time,” he says, and Aaron carries you out of his apartment.

After a few moments, 42 Miles turns to look at 1610 Miles. The two of them stare at each other in a silence before 42 Miles sighs.

“Let’s get you home, man.”

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honeytrap26 · 4 months

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I’ll Play Nice

Satoru Gojo x Reader

summary: Your boss invites you and your husband Satoru Gojo to dinner. cw: !!MDNI!! NSFW, talks about sex, gets a little heated between reader and Satoru. There’s cocks in here and I mean cocky men. 😉 aunote: I’ve been pining over Raiden from eighty-six, I can’t help it. just imagine two muscular men, almost equally as tall as each other, fighting over you. I just love Raidens and Satorus dub voices. I hope you all enjoy this one and happy reading! 🐼🖤 wc: 2k+ (proofread but there might be some errors)

This is your boss, Raiden Shuga Cookies for a Confession: a Raiden fluff.

“ Good work today, you did an amazing job with that presentation.” your boss taps on the edge of your desk.

“ Thank you Mr. Shuga.” you smile at him,

“ Please… just call me Raiden. Mr. Shuga is my father.” he chuckles, “ There's no need for formalities.”

“ Thank you...Raiden. But I can't get all the credit for it. We all contributed to that project.” you shut down your computer, grabbing your purse from underneath your desk.

“ Well, you should accept the compliment, you are their supervisor and that says a lot. The company has seen so many improvements since you started working here.” he smiles at you as he loosens his tie.

“Thank you again Mr. Shuga- I’m sorry. Raiden.” you get up from your chair, and begin to walk out when he calls your name.

“ Are you available this Saturday? I would like to take you out to dinner.” he clears his throat, unbuttoning his suit jacket.

You let out a nervous chuckle, his question making you feel uneasy. He can see you shift uncomfortably in your spot.

“I didn’t mean it in that way.” he sighs, “Let me start over, I would like to invite you and your husband to dinner. I’m currently looking for a potential…”

“Partner? A girlfriend or perhaps a boyfriend?” you inquire.

He laughs and shakes his head,

“No, a business partner. I have been inviting potential employees and coworkers out to a casual dinner to get to know them more. I would like to start my own business. I am going to need a partner and I would like to know what someone is like in a casual setting.”

You stand there for a moment before you mouth “Oh”

“So that’s what everyone has been talking about.” you clap your hands together, “it all makes sense now” Raiden raises an eyebrow,

“There’s been talk that you’ve been inviting people out to dinner and we all thought it was because you’re looking for someone to date.” you purse your lips together, awaiting his answer.

“Is…is that why everyone has been giving me weird looks lately?” he scans the empty workplace. “That's so embarrassing.” he drops his head down.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” you let out a laugh, amused at his reaction, “but yes dinner is fine with me. I will see you tomorrow night. Now if you’ll excuse me, my husband should be calling me in 3- 2-1.” your phone rings, you wave to him.

“Have a goodnight Raiden.” you smile at him and walk out of the door into the hallways, waiting for an elevator.

“Toru, are you almost ready? We’re going to be late.” you say slipping your heels on.

“Why am I going?” Gojo takes his time to tie his tie.

“Because he wants to meet you and also I might become a potential business partner.” you say excitedly, checking your make up once more in the mirror.

“More like just a potential partner in bed. Is this guy even hot?” Gojo glances at you wiping off the lipstick on your teeth.

“He’s not bad looking.” you shrug your shoulders.

“So he is hot” he sulks.

You walk over to Gojo and help him tie his tie.

“ You know I only have eyes for you and I love you. Now hurry up” -you slap his butt- “ you look good in a suit.” you give Gojo a quick kiss on the lips.

His face lights up and he pulls you in closer to him, he whispers in your ear,

“Oh yeah, I think I look better in a birthday suit.”he begins to kiss up and down your neck, he places his hands on your hips making you walk backwards until your back is against the wall.

Your hands roam his chest up to his tie, tugging it. Gojo smirks, his hands find their way to your ass giving it a hard squeeze making you whine.

“That's what I like to hear.” he grabs your face, his soft lips meeting yours, he licks your bottom lip but then you push him away.

“No no no. We have to go.” you say panting, Gojos hands continue to roam all over your body. He tugs at your dress, lifting it up,

“Come on, just a quick one? Your boss can wait. You look so beautiful in that red dress. I wanna rip it off of you.” his fingers hit the lace on your panties, making him more urgent but you grab a hold of his hands.

“I know you’re the almighty Satoru Gojo and everyone waits for you but I’m not special. If you’re a good boy and play nice. Maybe I'll give you a little something on the way home.” you grab his tie and tug it gently, he moans biting his lower lip knowing exactly what you meant by that.

“Come on! We’re really going to be late now.” you fix your dress and walk out the door.

“But baby! I’m hard.” he whines, chasing after you.

Satoru and you drive down to the very expensive steakhouse your boss wants to meet at.

“So much for a casual dinner?” Gojo laughs in disbelief.

“I wonder if he’s already in there waiting for us.” you say nervously.

A sleek matte black motorcycle pulls in just as you're about to walk into the building. The rider revs it a couple of times before putting it in idle. He leans back into the seat and slips off his black leather gloves. The man is wearing a white fitted dress shirt, you can see his tattoos peeking through the cuffs of the shirt, he has on a gray vest over it.

“Hi Raiden,” you smile at your boss. Gojo’s eyebrows furrow as he sees how cheesy you get for your boss.

“Hi…Raiden.” Gojo imitates your voice under his breath, he pretends to clutch his pearls.

“Hey it’s so nice to see you.” Raiden says holding the helmet in one hand, he gets off the bike, walks over to and gives you a hug, he kisses the back of your hand.

“Wow…you’re so breathtakingly beautiful..” he takes a step back to take in…… all of your beauty.

Gojo growls under his breath, his long legs swiftly walk over to you, he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you in. His arctic blue eyes stare daggers into Raiden while he gives you a quick kiss.

“Behave." you slap Gojos chest playfully. “ I'm sorry about that. This is my husband, Satoru Gojo.”

Raiden's emerald eyes narrow at Gojo and he smirks,

“Nice to meet you, husband of this beautiful lady. You’re very lucky.” Raiden chuckles, taking your hand again and giving it another kiss, this time Raidens emerald eyes are focused on Gojo with the same piercing stare.

“You already did that.” Gojo snatches your hand away from him.

Raiden just laughs, he waves for the valet boy.

“Yes sir,” the valet boy bows to Raiden.

“Just the usual spot. Have fun.” Raiden winks at the valet boy and fixes his suit.

“Show off.” Gojo scoffs rolling his eyes, he hands the keys to the car to the same valet boy.

“Oh wait, I almost forgot to grab the reports.” you run after the valet boy to get your keys.

Gojo and Raiden are standing there, they both watch as you walk away heading back to the car.

“ You’re the boss, huh?” Gojo slips his hands in his dress pants, he sizes up Raiden, he's only a few inches shorter than Gojo.

“That’s me.” Raiden grins, he sweeps his hands out palms facing up, showing that he doesn’t mean to cause any harm.

Gojo lets out a sarcastic chuckle, he takes a step closer to Raiden, putting a hand on his shoulder. He leans in and says,

“I love my wife and I’ll do anything for her. So for her sake. I’ll play nice.” Gojo says the last part through gritted teeth, he squeezes Raiden's shoulder firmly before letting go.

“ Sorry about that, I just finished the reports earlier today and thought you may want to take a look at it.” you hand the file over to Raiden.

“That wasn’t necessary, I already told you I wasn’t in a rush to get it back.” he accepts the file and tucks it under his arm. “Shall we head inside? I’m starving.” he ushers for you and Gojo to go in first.

“Nice to meet ya boss.” Gojo pats Raiden's shoulder twice making sure to hit him a little harder than he would to most people.

The three of you are sitting at the table, Raiden sitting across from you and Gojo. The orders were placed based on Raiden's recommendation. The waiter brought out wine for the table also based on Raidens recommendation.

“Now shall we begin?” Raiden washes down the very expensive appetizer with wine, he wipes his mouth with the serviette and places it back on his lap.

“Hmm..” you cover your mouth, you chew quickly and take a sip of your wine.

“No need to rush, take your time.” Raiden chuckles. He leans back in his chair.

“Why do you want to start your own business?” Gojo’s eyes narrow at him.

“ What can I say? I want new things. I want things I can’t have and in order for me to get those things I have to leave and grow bigger.” Raiden licks his lips, his eyes darken, practically undressing you.

“So you’re a grower not a shower” -Gojo gulps down his glass of wine- “figures.” he grins, placing a hand on your inner thigh, he leans in to whisper loudly in your ear. “I think she knows how much I show and grow for her.”

You choke on your food and excuse yourself to the restroom.

The night was oddly weird, this was supposed to be a nice casual conversation with your boss and your husband. At first you thought maybe it was just in your head but as the wine continued pouring the mouths started roaring, somehow this dinner turned into them fighting about who’s dick was bigger.

“That was a very nice meal, thank you for paying for dinner.” you say to your boss.

“No problem at all. We should do this more often.” he winks at you then looks at Gojo,

“of course with your husband too. We can’t leave him out, he loves attention.”

You laugh at Raidens joke a little too hard for Gojos liking.

“Hey, why don’t we go to some place less fancy. You want to get to know me. I’ll show you.” Gojo says to him.

You grab him trying to push him but Gojo is built like a tank and doesn’t move if he doesn’t want to.

Raiden shakes his head, “I’m fine. It was good meeting you.”

“What are you afraid of me?” -Gojo lets out a fake laugh- “Is it because…” -he tilts his head up- “ you’re weak?”

You can see the cocky attitude slowly ooze out of him. It was time to take him home.

“Oookay it’s time to go. It was really nice to have dinner with you Raiden. Thank you for paying again. I’ll see you at work on Monday.” you quickly wave at him, you pull Gojo away when Raiden says,

“ Actually I do want some more drinks, it doesn’t hurt to let loose once in a while, I can play nice.” he stares at Gojo coldly, then he clicks his tongue and shoots you with that charming smile of his. “I’ll see you guys there.”

It was on. If Satoru Gojo wanted to play nice, so could Raiden Shuga.

Extra Trimmings! “So…do I get a blowjob now?” he lets out a toothy grin. “No! What makes you think that you deserve a blowjob?” you slap his arm. “Ow! You said if I play nicely then I get a blowjob.” he reasons with you. “ Was telling my boss-” you lift your chin at him and imitate him. “-you’re weak. Playing nicely?” you sigh, “I’m so gonna get fired.”

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kitten4sannie · 2 years

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𝐏𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖑 𝐀𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖞

part 2

Incubus! San x Fem! Reader x Boyfriend! Wooyoung

Genre: just actual depravity

Summary: After going to a fun Halloween party, you and your boyfriend were completely exhausted. You happily turned in, welcoming a night of restful sleep. That is, until you had a visitor.

W.C: 7.8k (Idek what happened…I was just editing it and it got longer somehow 😭 Welp, it’s Halloween so I have an excuse to go overboard 🖤)

Warnings: *possibly triggering content* brief noncon (if this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read this), mind control/mind manipulation, dom! San, San is a sadistic/dualistic demon with a monster cock, sub! reader, sub! Wooyoung, woosan, dirty talk, pet names, name calling, degradation, ownership kink, biting, blood play, manhandling, tongue kink?, voyeurism, cuckolding, kissing, spit play, masterbation, edging, dacryphilia, cum swapping, oral (receiving), pussy slapping, squirting, frotting, anal, double penetration (rough and unprotected), mind break, creampie

A/N: Thank you guys for all the love on my teaser! I'm really excited i get to share this one cuz this is the filthiest shit I’ve ever written 🖤 Also, if you liked this please consider reblogging or leaving a little comment, even if it’s just a simple “this was good”. It would really help in giving me the motivation to continue writing 🥺 San’s a part of the demon line so that’s pretty much where the inspo came from 👍🏼 I hope everyone has a fun Halloween, stay safe, and enjoyyyy 🤭🖤

P.S: I tried to implement a little humor at the very end, since this ended up being a little dark ;;

Song Recs: Devil by Wonho, Blood Walk by Cabaret Nocturne, Sleep Paralysis by Sidewalks and Skeletons, Grey Veils by Chainless, and Closer by Nine Inch Nails (“I’ve got no soul to sell”, “you let me desecrate you”, “you can have my absence of faith” like must I go on??? this song is perfect for this 😭)

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You sighed heavily, using all of your strength to pull your intoxicated body out of the car you were in, gently pushing your back against the car door to close it. “Ugh, my feet hurtttt…” you complained, turning your head to watch as your boyfriend walked around from the driver’s side of the car and over to you, wrapping an arm securely around your waist.

“And that’s why I was trying to get us out of there. I already knew you’d be exhausted. But nooo, you just had to dance to ‘your song’ like ten times in a row.”

Wooyoung shook his head slightly, gently guiding you up to the front steps of your shared apartment, unlocking the door with his free hand.

“Whateverrrr, I was just having fun. That was literally the only party we’ve gone to this entire year,” you reasoned, leaning your head against Wooyoung’s shoulder, allowing him to lead you past the entrance and down the hall into your bedroom.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry, baby. I’m glad you had fun,” he apologized, cupping your face with his hands and giving you a small pout. “Just go easy on the drinks next time, okay? I don’t want you getting sick.”

You nuzzled your face against his hands, appreciating his warmth. “I got it, Dad,” you replied playfully, giving him a quick kiss, prior to throwing yourself onto the bed and lazily pulling all of your clothes off, except for your underwear. You watched as Wooyoung stripped off his own clothes and gave you a quick wink, before jumping into bed next to you.

“You wanna…mess around?” Wooyoung inquired, rubbing small circles on the side of your upper thigh, his eyes focusing on your own.

“Mm, not tonight, Woo. I’m super tired…like I’m ready to pass out.” Without another word, you faced away from him and pushed yourself back against his body, so that he could hold you.

Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you and kissed the back of your head, whispering, “Goodnight, baby. Sweet dreams.”

“Night, Woo. Sleep tight.”

You fell asleep as soon as you closed your eyes, getting sent into a random dream that you would probably struggle to remember once you woke up the next morning. Unfortunately for you, you wouldn’t be able to sleep long enough to even achieve that.

After a few hours passed, your body suddenly jolted, bringing you out of your unconscious state. You opened your eyes and scanned the darkness near your side of the bed, a feeling of uneasiness immediately creeping up your spine. There was an intense presence in the room, one that was so palpable that you couldn’t even try to ignore it and go back to sleep. Gathering up all your courage, you took in a deep breath and pulled your covers down so that you could scan the room in front of you. Nothing could have possibly prepared you for what came next.

You saw a pair of bright red eyes glowing against the darkness that swallowed the room, causing your breath to initially get stuck in your throat and your body to jolt, out of pure shock. “Wh-what the fuck?” you eventually cursed in a shaky voice, immediately pulling yourself from Wooyoung’s grasp and sitting up, pressing your back against the headboard, the metal cold on your bare skin. “I gotta be hallucinating. There’s…no way…I-i must still be asle…” Your voice trailed off when you saw the pair of eyes grow closer and closer, an outline of what appeared to be a naked man becoming more clear to you.

“Fortunately for you, darling, I am very much real,” the mysterious being revealed in a soft, yet sultry voice.

“Wake up, Y/N! Fucking wake up!” you whisper-yelled to yourself, slapping your cheeks roughly a few times. You were freaked out enough already, so it didn’t help when the entity suddenly disappeared into thin air and reappeared, sitting directly next to you, just a few inches away.

That was when you felt true fear, as well as something else you couldn’t quite detect in the moment, but all you knew was that it was causing your mind to feel clouded and a knot to begin developing in your stomach.

“G-get the hell away from me!”

You couldn’t even get another word out, as one of the being’s slender fingers came up to your gaping mouth and slid teasingly from your top lip down to your bottom lip, his sharp black nail scraping lightly against your skin. You winced slightly, still unable to take your eyes off of his glowing ones.

“Don’t be scared, little one. I’m not here for your soul. I’m here for your body,” he informed, letting out an airy chuckle.

Now that you could get a good look at him, you realized that he wasn’t as scary-looking as your frightened mind had previously assumed. Sure, his gaze alone was able to strike terror into your fragile heart, but his angular, feline-like features intrigued you. To be quite frank, you had never encountered someone who was this captivating before, besides Wooyoung of course. Not to mention, the entity’s overwhelming presence even made you forget that Wooyoung was laying just a few inches away from you, still snoring peacefully as though there wasn’t a literal demon in your room.

“Wh-who are you? What...are you?” you murmured softly, barely able to hear your words over the sound of your heart pounding inside your chest.

“You wouldn’t be able to pronounce my birth name, so you can just call me San,” he explained, his words sounding almost serpent-like when he said his name. “And lucky for you, sweetheart, I’m an incubus.”

“I-incubus? Like a…a…demon?” you stammered nervously, almost paralyzed with fear at this point. Suddenly hearing Wooyoung talking incoherently in his sleep, you briefly considered trying to wake him up, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move even a single inch.

“Mm-hmm.”

San’s intensely warm hands pressed down onto your thighs, immediately giving you goosebumps. They slowly traveled past your hips and onto your waist, forcefully pulling your bodies together. The skin-on-skin contact sent what felt to be electricity through your body, causing the knots in your stomach to tighten significantly.

San sighed lightly, caressing your hips, his nails just barely dragging along your soft skin. “Simply put, I like to play with pretty girls like you at night…Pretty boys too,” he purred into your ear, as his crimson eyes flickered down to admire Wooyoung’s sprawled out, half-naked body.

Before you could even come up with something to respond with, San was already planting a few light kisses from your jaw down to your shoulder. Each kiss left a burning sensation on your skin, causing more goosebumps to form. His long, snake-like tongue fell from his mouth and slid down the valley of your breasts, then back up to your neck, leaving a trail of saliva behind.

“A-aah...” you let slip out, unconsciously arching your back, unable to stop yourself from reacting to his touch.

“Mm, if you make noises like that, I might not be able to keep myself from biting you,” San warned, bringing his face up near yours, so that his lips and tongue could carefully glide along your jaw, savoring the way you tasted.

“N-no, wait…” Your body tensed up, not only from his words, but from the pain you felt as soon as he made contact with your skin. It was as if someone had held a lighter just a little too close to your jaw, allowing the tip of the flame to flicker along it, enough to singe the peach fuzz away.

“Maybe just a little bite…” He fought himself internally for a second, just to end up baring his sharp white teeth and sinking them into your neck, wanting to pull back to see the blood eventually trickle out. Anticipating that you’d react, he placed a hand securely over your mouth, just in time for your shriek to be mostly muted, his nails stabbing lightly into your cheek.

You looked down at San with watery eyes, letting out a whimper, somehow both afraid and aroused at the same time.

“Awwh, what’s wrong? Did that hurt?” San mocked, giving you a pout, his lips curling up into a wicked smile when he heard you make another sound of disapproval. “That sound you made just now was even cuter than…than…the…” He sniffed the air, his unusual irises forming into small slits, his hand dropping from your face, abruptly being distracted by the blood that was slowly dripping out of your neck. He lapped it up, making sure to repeatedly prod his tongue into the bite marks he left as well, all while emitting soft groans of pleasure.

You shuddered, an unfamiliar, almost overwhelming sensation developing within you, instantly becoming lightheaded because of it. It was as if you had been injected with a cocktail of aphrodisiacs, rendering you vulnerable to the way your brain was screaming for San to destroy you beyond recognition.

“Feeling good?” the demon taunted in a deep, gravelly voice, giving you a satisfied grin, crimson staining his sharpened teeth. “You must be…Just look at this…” San motioned down to your now-hardened nipples that were poking through the thin material of your bra. He licked his lips, using one of his nails to slice open your bra down the middle, causing your breasts to spill out of it.

“S-San…” You whined a bit, your already incredibly flushed face feeling even warmer, from the way he was drinking in the sight of your exposed chest.

“Mm, you’ll let me have a taste, won’t you?” he asked rhetorically, believing you weren’t capable of resisting him. He chuckled at his words, until he was too focused on using his mouth to latch onto one of your breasts, while his hand squeezed the other.

You sank back into the headboard, your breathing already starting to sound labored. Noticing the beautiful, yet unintelligible symbols that neatly decorated most of San’s body, you closed your eyes and shook your head, trying to come to terms with the fact that you were dealing with an otherworldly being.

This had to be a dream, right? There was no way that you were actually in this situation. You almost felt some kind of comfort knowing that this probably wasn't happening, but you couldn’t fight the feeling that it was real; the sensation of being touched and bit into was far too realistic. You could smell blood in the air — your own blood. To make things worse, there was still an incessant throbbing pain in your neck where he had broken the flesh. And, of course, you couldn’t ignore the wetness that had been dripping out of you ever since he put his hands on you. Though it was incredibly depraved, you almost hoped that Wooyoung would never wake up, so that San could continue doing as he pleased.

“Look at me,” San mumbled against your breast, his heavy tongue rolling over your nipple and then flicking at it, before focusing his attention on the other one, getting bothered when you didn’t obey. “I said, look.”

Though you heard your brain screaming at you, you kept your eyes shut, wanting to hold onto the possibility that this was an alcohol-induced nightmare, so that you didn’t have to feel like you were cheating on your boyfriend. You figured that if you tried to resist him, even if it was in small instances, you could alleviate the guilt that was trying to claw its way into your heart.

San let out a low growl, resisting the urge to bite your nipples, knowing that they would be gone in a second — if he gave into his dark desires. Instead, San bit into the side of one of your breasts, not deep enough to cause major damage, but just enough to draw a certain amount of blood from where his teeth sliced into your soft flesh. “Bad girl…” He sucked on your stinging skin, taking slow gulps of your life source, while using two fingers to tweak one of your overly sensitive nipples.

You let out a long, strangled moan, wanting to completely lose yourself to the pain and pleasure he was providing you. You couldn’t even make sense of what was happening; your brain was too foggy, too clouded with lust. All you could do was lay limp, knowing you couldn’t escape the demon’s clutches.

“Open your mouth for me,” he demanded, appearing even more devilish (if that was possible) when you did just as he asked of you, after a moment of hesitation. San snaked his arms around you, squeezing your body against his heated one, diving tongue-first into your mouth, causing you to gag from the overwhelming taste and smell of iron.

“Mmmn…!” You almost choked when his tongue wrapped around your own and slid further back into your mouth, the forked tip of it tickling the entrance of your throat.

San let out a pleased, guttural sound into your mouth, one of his hands slipping down between your bodies and past your soaked panties. Being careful not to stab you with his nails, San rubbed slow, teasing circles around your clit, only speeding up when he felt your hips moving involuntarily.

You felt the muscles in your thighs tighten in response to the multiple avenues of pleasure San was providing you, unable to do anything, besides moaning incessantly onto his tongue that now lapping at your own.

After he had his fill, San broke the kiss, long strings of red-tinted saliva still connecting your lips together. “I never would’ve guessed you’d be so obedient. You seemed so scared at first, but now here you are…moaning for me like a brainless little whore, while your boyfriend’s laying right next to you,” he exhaled out, his eyes glowing a little brighter than before, but only for a split-second.

“I-it’s not my fault! You did this to me! I know you did…My body…it-…I can’t even explain it…” you argued, your eyes half-lidded, a bit of drool leaking out of your mouth.

San licked his lips, looking at you like you were his next meal, clearly pleased with your current state. “Yes, there is some truth to that; I’ll give you that…but, the thing is, love, I could smell your arousal as soon as you laid your pretty little eyes on me.” His fingers went back to teasing your clit, this time pressing them firmly against your sensitive bud, rubbing it in tighter, more precise circles.

“W-wait…! It…aah…feels too good…” When he didn’t stop, you instinctively tried to push him away, almost successfully doing so, until he decided to retaliate.

“Actions have consequences, whore.”

You let out a sharp gasp, thrown off by the way that San had effortlessly pulled you forward and shoved you back into the headboard using his free hand, your head hitting the metal hard in the process. “Shit…” you mumbled, your hand moving up to rest against the back of your head and rubbing it a bit, waiting for the throbbing to stop.

The loud, reverberating clang was somehow the thing that woke Wooyoung up out of his deep sleep, causing him to open his eyes. He squinted into the darkness, before his eyes started to focus properly, with the aid of the moonlight that slipped in through the half-shut blinds behind the bed. “Wh…What the fuck is going on?! Who the fuck are you?!” he shouted, already sitting up in bed, ready to beat the shit out of the naked stranger that had his hands all over his girlfriend.

San grinned like the Cheshire Cat, as he turned his attention to the other male, quickly grabbing him by the shoulders and forcing him down onto the mattress.

“Hey there, sleepyhead. I’m glad you finally decided to join us,” San remarked, his tongue slithering out of his mouth slightly, so that he could run it across his top set of fangs.

Wooyoung looked up helplessly at the otherworldly being with bewildered eyes, unable to process what was going on. “W-what the fuck are you talking about?! Why are you in my hou-” Wooyoung was instantly silenced when San’s mouth encased his own, feeling the demon’s hand force his jaw open, so that their tongues could come in contact with one another.

“Mm-mmm…!” the weaker man protested, pushing on the other’s shoulders and hitting them with closed fists. After a few more seconds of struggling, his body eventually relaxed. He gasped into San’s mouth, an unholy amount of arousal spreading throughout his body like an untamed wildfire, almost causing him to lose his mind right then and there.

San sucked eagerly on the young man’s tongue, his own coiling around it, earning a soft moan from him. Wooyoung’s eyes fluttered shut, his hands slowly finding their way into the demon’s raven hair, his entire demeanor switching in an instant.

All you could do was watch, slack-jawed, as this unfolded before you, until you were ultimately unable to ignore the constant pulsing you felt in between your legs. Without a second thought, you began to play with yourself, holding back a moan and forcing yourself to go slow, so that you didn’t cum too fast.

After breaking the somewhat messy kiss, San ran his fingers through Wooyoung’s soft hair, thoroughly admiring the way his spit was left on and around the other’s mouth. “I want you to call me San, pretty boy.”

“S-San…” Wooyoung choked out, his brown eyes filled to the brim with unadulterated lust. “P-please…kiss me more…”

Hearing this caused both you and the demon to moan in unison at Wooyoung’s bold desperation. San turned his attention back to you, smiling lewdly when he saw that you were rubbing your pussy, pleased that you were finally submitting to the lust inside you.

“How sinful of you, my darling. You like seeing me play with your boyfriend that much?”

“Yeah…” you exhaled, biting your bottom lip, just as you pulled your panties off hastily, so that you could resume your previous endeavor to cum. “Please continue…”

“Good idea.” San didn’t waste any time shoving his tongue back into Wooyoung’s eager mouth, this time exploring in a more lazy, but sloppy way, their spit mixing together and dripping down their chins.

When Wooyoung felt San’s warm fingers pull off his boxers and wrap around his stiff cock, he whimpered into the demon’s mouth, arms wrapping tightly around his neck.

“So hard for me already, baby…You want me that bad?” San purred in a deep voice, after breaking the kiss Wooyoung so desperately wanted to continue.

“I need you, San…please…”

“Even though your girlfriend is sitting right there? You want her to watch me take care of you?” San pushed further, his dick throbbing against their flush bodies.

Wooyoung turned his head to make eye contact with you, feeling somewhat conflicted initially, but when he saw the blatant lust written on your face, he knew that you both wanted the same thing.

“I really want her to watch me when I cum for you,” he exhaled, earning a pleased groan of approval from the demon. “Hurry up, please!” Wooyoung gripped San’s upper arms tightly, feeling his muscles flexing underneath his fingers.

“Oh, my Lucifer, you two are so cute. I’m going to fucking ruin the both of you. In fact, I’m going to make sure you two never forget how you let a demon have his way with you…” San expressed, breathing heavily from hearing his own words, a bit of drool starting to escape his lips.

“Stop with the monologue and just make him cum alreadyyy…'' you whined, pressing your head against the headboard, slowing down your hand movements, but not stopping completely.

“So cute,” San repeated, eyeing you, until Wooyoung grabbed his face and forced him to look down at him. And just like that, San was back to kissing Wooyoung in the most passionate way possible, for an unprecedented amount of time, their spit now getting anywhere and everywhere. Wooyoung periodically ground his hips into San's, desperate for some relief.

Breaking the kiss once more, San carefully pushed three fingers into Wooyoung’s mouth to gather up some of their combined spit, using it to lubricate the young man’s throbbing cock, quickly working his hand up and down it, without showing any signs of slowing down.

“Fffuck! San!” Wooyoung cried, gasping for air. He felt himself getting closer and closer to his release in a matter of minutes, the gradual buildup of pleasure inside him feeling ten times better than it usually did.

“Are you gonna cum for me already, baby? Hmm? Are you gonna shoot your load out for me like the good boy you are?” San inquired, sweat dripping down his forehead and onto Wooyoung’s flushed face, his hand movements suddenly slowing down to an infinitely slower tempo.

“Yes…please…let me…” he replied breathlessly, his back arching, due to the mind-numbing pleasure coursing through him.

San stopped moving his hand and squeezed the base of Wooyoung’s length, his voice dropping an octave, “But, what if I want to see you cry first, huh?” He turned to face you, biting his lip when he saw the state of desperation you were in. “What do you think, pretty girl? Should I make him cry?”

You panted heavily, fingers buried to the hilt inside your soaking wet pussy, shoving them in and out of yourself. You never felt this high before — this consumed with desire. If you weren’t careful, you could easily get addicted to this kind of feeling. You opened your mouth to encourage San, requesting under your breath, “Do it…”

San’s eyes rolled back into his head, nearly cumming himself, without any physical stimulation — just from hearing the two words that left your lips. “You heard her, baby. Let me see those tears,” he cooed, his hand working Wooyoung’s swollen shaft in a way that he had never experienced before, making sure to stop abruptly out of nowhere, only to repeat the process over and over, until tears finally began to run down Wooyoung’s warm cheeks.

“Sannnn…” Wooyoung whined, sniffling, trying to hold on to his sanity the best he could. He wiped some of his tears away, only stopping when San had swatted his hand down.

“Bad,” San mumbled, leaning down to his face, so that he could lick the tears away instead, his hand still idly pumping Wooyoung’s pulsing length.

“Sannn, pleasepleaseplease let me cum…!”

“I suppose you’ve had enough,” San chuckled, unable to resist Wooyoung’s pleading, but suddenly lifting up the crying young man’s legs and positioning them so that they were almost all the way over his head. “You look so pretty like this…” Hearing Wooyoung still moaning and repeating the word ‘please’ like a mantra, San jerked him off as fast as he possibly could, groaning all the while. “Cum, baby. Cum for me…”

White, hot pulses of intoxicating pleasure tore through Wooyoung’s body, causing him to let out a few choked moans, his face contorting, as though he was in pain. “San! Oh my fucking god...!” he cried out, as his load shot out of his cock in long spurts, landing on his own face and mouth.

Just as you witnessed Wooyoung meet his high in such a vulnerable position, your own orgasm ripped through you, your hips bucking uncontrollably, as a result. You couldn’t even make a single sound when an abundant amount of arousal gushed out of your pussy, dripping down your inner thighs and onto the sheets of the mattress.

San leered at you with half-closed eyes, chiming, “What a good girl,” before focusing his attention back on Wooyoung, who already looked fucked out of his mind. “And, you’re a good boy…Can you be an even better boy for me and clean up your mess?” San suggested lustfully, reaching up to gather up Wooyoung’s release with his fingers and guiding it into the younger man’s already open mouth.

“Oh, wow…” you whispered to yourself, slumping down against your pillows, not having the energy to touch yourself again, but still mesmerized by what was going on right next to you.

San swallowed harshly, barely able to handle how hard he was at this point. However, he persisted, incredibly satisfied by just feeding off of the sexual energy both you and your boyfriend were providing him. “Don’t swallow, baby. I want you to hold it in your mouth until I tell you what to do with it.”

Wooyoung nodded his head slightly, feeling more cum slide down his throat, causing him to close it so that he wouldn’t accidentally swallow. He obediently held it in his mouth, breathing carefully through his nose, so that he didn’t choke.

San sat up and grabbed your arm, forcefully yanking you further down so that you were lying next to your almost fully delirious partner. “I want to watch you drink up all of your cute little boyfriend’s cum from his mouth…but make sure to take your time. Can you do that for me, my darling?” the demon instructed, finally reaching down to wrap his fingers around his hard cock and stroking it lightly.

You nodded quickly, just as Wooyoung grabbed you by the shoulders and brought you down onto him, his cum-covered tongue slipping past your parted lips. His cum was still very warm and slightly bitter, slowly getting passed around from his mouth to yours and vice versa.

“Fffuck, that’s it…just like that…” the demon commented, jerking himself off at an incredibly rapid pace, but only when he saw how you had pulled back for a second and let a combination of spit and cum drip down from your mouth onto your boyfriend’s tongue.

“Look at you, baby…You’re so good for me…” you murmured quietly for only Wooyoung to hear, causing him to let out a small whine, his fingers caressing your cheek. You sighed softly, just as you grabbed Wooyoung’s chin and slurped his cum back into your mouth, earning an even louder whine from him.

San simply couldn’t take it, reaching his orgasm sooner than he had expected, due to the lewd show he was witnessing. “Fuck…!” he gasped, tossing his head back and shutting his eyes tightly, staining your bed with his seed.

You and Wooyoung both swallowed the remainder of cum and saliva, gazing into each other’s eyes afterwards. Wooyoung ran his thumb over your bottom lip, looking at you with love and lust in his eyes, panting softly, “I…love you…so much…”

You smiled down at him, lightly caressing his jaw, almost forgetting about the demon sitting on the bed in front of you. “I love you more, Woo.”

“How adorable,” San chimed dryly, unable to keep himself from grimacing. “You two can fuck after I leave; I’m not done with either of you. Especially you, my little slut.” After addressing you directly, he grabbed you by the ankles and dragged you towards him, promptly spreading your legs apart.

He laid down on the bed, bringing his face close to your slit, his tongue already beginning to slide out of his mouth. “You better squirt for me,” was all he said before his mouth was glued to your pussy, eating you out like his life depended on it.

“San!” you cried out, unable to handle the sudden influx of pleasure. The pads of his fingers rubbed violently against your swollen clit, his long tongue sliding vigorously up and down your slit, the tip of it already teasing your hole. “Oh my godddd…” Your hands found their way into his jet black hair, gripping it tightly when you felt him push more of his tongue into you.

San’s cat-like eyes bored into your own, the corner of his lips curling up into a smirk. “Uh-huhhh…I know you love it, baby…” he mused, just before he plunged his tongue deep inside your pulsing entrance, letting out a small ‘ahh’ sound each time he shoved it in and out of you.

You tossed your head back against the mattress, an endless string of curses and moans leaving your lips, your fingertips squeezing into the sides of the demon’s head. “Don’t stop! Dont fucking stop!” San’s unusually sized tongue threatened to break your mind, but you didn’t care; you just wanted him to keep going.

He wasn’t going to stop, even if you had felt differently — so it worked out. San continued to shove his tongue deep into you, his eyes disappearing behind his half-shut eyelids, giving the illusion that he had no irises.

Wooyoung had his fingers in your (h/c) hair, playing with it, and silently watching you with a smile on his face and the tip of his cock throbbing against his lower abdomen. “So beautiful…” he sighed, inviting you to turn your face to meet his gaze.

You felt your cheeks grow warmer from the way he was looking at you. “Yeah?” you whispered, as he grabbed onto one of your breasts with his free hand, gently kneading it.

“Mm-hmm, now come here.” He leaned down and gave you a soft kiss, his plump lips enveloping yours. “Mmm…” he murmured, his voice vibrating into your mouth, his fingers still stroking your hair.

A pained, muffled cry tore through your vocal cords, feeling an intense piercing sensation near your inner thigh, bringing you to pull away from your boyfriend in order to see what had just happened to you. “What the fuck?!” you reacted as San pulled up slightly, a fair amount of blood dripping down his chin and onto the sheets.

San growled like an animal would, baring his pointed, blood-stained teeth and looking at you with a hostile glare. “Take your eyes off of me one more time and it’ll hurt a lot more than that. Do I make myself clear?” His hands were squeezing into your thighs, tight enough that his nails began digging painfully into your skin.

“Y-yes, I got it! Please…stop!” you choked, feeling your eyes begin to water when the demon started pushing his tongue against the raw, bleeding section of skin that he bit in.

San quietly slurped at it until the blood began to clot, swallowing the rest down with a satisfied hum and licking his lips clean. To punish you further, he quickly swatted your swollen pussy with his hand, rubbing it slightly, before doing it once again. “Silly whore doesn’t know her place…”

You cried out in pain and pleasure, sweat dripping along your jaw and down your neck, settling inside the crevices of your collarbones. “F-fuck…”

“There, I stopped. Are you happy now?” San asked dryly, eyes flickering from your half-closed ones to Wooyoung’s somewhat worried ones, once he had seen that you gave him a slow nod. “You enjoying the show, pretty boy?” His eyes scanned down the young man’s toned body and settled on his shamelessly hard cock. “Looks like it. I didn’t picture you as the type to get off on watching a demon drinking your girl’s blood after tongue-fucking her. You’re almost as nasty as I am,” he commented, as if he was proud, his previous anger melting away and being replaced by a pleased demeanor.

A deep blush appeared on Wooyoung’s cheeks, his hand traveling up to his neck, so that he could rub it awkwardly. “I-i guess I am, yeah…”

San rolled his eyes at Wooyoung’s reaction, prior to using one of his fingers to beckon him to his side. “Make yourself useful and finger your girlfriend while I play with her clit, okay? You better do it right, too. I want to see her squirt,” he instructed, making his request very clear once again.

Wooyoung nodded at San, giving you a soft smile and a wink afterwards, as an attempt to ease the absolute insanity of the situation. He then slid his ring and middle finger into your wet hole, beginning to push them in and out of you. It wasn’t hard for him to bring you back to an intensely pleasurable place, considering that he already knew your body like the back of his hand.

You moaned and moaned in response, all the while making sure you didn’t accidentally take your eyes off of San. Your back arched forcefully once you felt the demon’s heavy tongue rubbing rapidly against your clit, not even stopping for a second. “S-San…! Ffffuck, I’m gonna…!”

San gave Wooyoung a serious look, using only his eyes, speeding up his movements and applying as much pressure as he could with his tongue. Wooyoung switched it up, slipping in a third digit, as well as curling his fingers up into your cunt. They both eagerly continued their movements at an unforgiving speed, their eyes focused solely on you. “Cum for us, baby,” Wooyoung encouraged, licking his lips, his brown eyes practically sparkling.

You resisted the urge to look at him, fearful of how San would react. Instead, you kept your eyes on the demon, chanting his name as though it were a prayer. The last time his name left your lips, it came out as a scream. You used your hands to hold San’s face down against your pussy, just in time for you to squirt all over him.

“Mmmnnn…” San groaned against your slit, eagerly lapping up your essence into his mouth, only stopping when he noticed Wooyoung about to taste your cum on his fingers. With lightning speed, San had grabbed Wooyoung’s wrist tightly, their faces only a few inches apart. “Mine,” was all he said, carefully slipping Wooyoung’s fingers into his mouth, using his tongue to thoroughly clean your wetness from each of his digits.

The two men exchanged eye contact for a while until San broke it by turning his head to study your fucked-out face. “Think you can take both of us at once? Hmm? Would you be able to handle that, my pretty little slut?” he challenged with a sharp-toothed grin, his head tilting to the side.

The insatiable lust inside you hadn’t been quenched whatsoever; in fact, it was even more debilitating than ever, the previous foreplay you endured acting as gasoline, bringing you closer and closer to the brink of insanity. “Yes. Yes, I can,” you replied, gazing back at the demon with an intensely serious expression, pushing yourself up from the bed and sitting on your knees.

San pushed some air out of his nose, casually grabbing Wooyoung’s shoulders and pushing him down onto the mattress, before positioning himself against the other male’s body, so that they were scissoring. “Mm, that’s it…”

Wooyoung let out a soft moan, unable to handle how their cocks were pressing directly against one another. “A-are you sure you can take us, baby? San’s…his…is a lot bigger than mine,” he murmured, looking up at you worriedly, as you hovered hesitantly next to them, your hand resting gently on your worried boyfriend’s thigh.

“Um, well…” you replied, suddenly feeling a lot less confident than before, now that you could get a closer look at San’s hardened cock. It was slightly thicker than Wooyoung’s, at least five inches longer, and a lot veinier. You stared at it for a while, drool pooling inside your mouth, the voice inside your head begging you to ride him growing louder in volume, the longer you waited.

Your reaction brought a pleased smile to San’s face, his seductive voice interrupting your decision-making, “We'll just have to make sure she has enough lube to work with, now don’t we, baby?” he said matter-of-factly in Wooyoung’s direction, spitting into his hand and suddenly gripping both of their cocks with his large tattooed hand, immediately beginning to jerk them off.

“Oh, fuck…” Wooyoung exhaled, tossing his head back for a moment, his slightly damp hair bouncing along to his movement. He gritted his teeth tightly when he felt San’s hand squeeze their shafts together, eventually relaxing his jaw, giving into the pleasurable feeling. “Nnngh…” With half-closed eyes and parted lips, he simply watched as the demon’s hand continued to move in an overzealous manner.

“Ahh, it’s getting a little rough. Mind helping us out, darling?” San questioned, turning his head up to look at you, one eyebrow raised slightly.

You answered his question by leaning yourself down in front of their cocks, gathering up as much spit in your mouth as you possibly could, then letting it drip down onto them. You did this until you could hear the lewd wet sounds San’s hand was making, as he furiously jerked himself and Wooyoung off.

“Oh, ffffuck yeah…that’s it,” San groaned out, his hand movements starting to become more sloppy, but still fast-paced. “I can feel how much your cock is throbbing against mine, baby. Just let go and cum already.”

“S-San! Oh my goddd…” Wooyoung moaned, his hips bucking up a few times. He let out a few more choked moans, his orgasm tearing violently through him, San’s name falling from his lips over and over.

A loud, primal sound erupted from San’s throat, cumming at the same time as Wooyoung, quickly holding his hand over both of their tips, in order to catch most of their cum inside his palm. “Fuck…” he exhaled, his chest moving up and down, trying to catch his breath.

“Wow…” You wiped some drool from your lips, almost certain that there was a small puddle of arousal soaking into the bed underneath you.

San’s eyes flickered up to yours, a pleased smile on his sweaty face. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” he inquired breathlessly, slowly moving his cum-covered hand up and down both his and Wooyoung’s lengths, getting them hard again almost instantly. He pushed some air out of his nose when he saw you licking your lips and nodding your head adamantly. “You loved watching that, didn’t you? I bet your tight little pussy is nice and wet for me now, huh?”

“Why don’t you look for yourself?” Making sure to face San, you straddled both of them, spreading your folds apart, so that he could see just how wet you were.

The demon took in a deep inhale and let it out, extremely satisfied with your whorishness. “Good girl. Now, get to work.”

“Hold on.” Wooyoung reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the conveniently placed bottle of lube that he had forgotten to put away the previous night, squirting some on his fingers and prodding them past the rim of your tight hole, working them in and out, until you were to take him. “Go slow, baby…” Wooyoung suggested airily, gently rubbing one of your hips and smiling at the back of your head, knowing you weren’t going to look away from San.

Taking in a deep breath, you hesitantly slid yourself down onto their cocks, taking them both in each of your entrances, and in turn, feeling a deep, unwavering strain within your inner walls, as well as an incessant urge to move immediately and fuck yourself to the point of no return. “F-ffffuck…”

San grabbed your hips and slowly dragged them down, both him and Wooyoung letting out groans of satisfaction, as soon as they bottomed-out inside of you. “Fffuck, you’re so tight for us, you slutty fucking whore. I can’t wait to stretch you out,” he mused excitedly, his crimson eyes turning completely black, including his scleras.

You noticed this change right away, murmuring nervously, “J-just give me a second to adjust, okay?”

San gave you an ominous smile, his fingers latching onto your waist. “Sorry, darling, I can’t wait,” he replied, his voice sounding multi-layered, like there were others speaking along with him. Before you could even process this, he began slamming his hips up viciously into yours.

“Fuck!” you cried out in a strained voice, unable to do anything except take it, not able to contend with his inhuman strength. “P-please! I-aaah-I can’t! It’s too much!” You pleaded with your teary eyes, sort of put off by San’s black ones, but ignoring it, wanting him to show some kind of compassion for you.

This didn’t work, in the slightest, his only response being to grin evilly up at you and grabbing your wrists, holding them down against your thighs.

“Please, slow down…!”

San shook his head, sweat flying off of his face, his nails digging into your skin and drawing blood. “Shut the fuck up and take this cock!” he snarled, sparing no sympathy for you whatsoever, continuing to thrust into you with reckless abandon.

When a potent amount of pleasure began consuming your body and mind, you relaxed your hands within San’s grasp, letting out a strangled series of moans.

“I knew you’d give in, my love…You can’t resist me.”

You didn’t even notice when he had stopped moving entirely and you just started mindlessly fucking yourself; all you knew was that you were doing something right, thoroughly enjoying the way the two men throbbed continuously inside you.

The demon took immense satisfaction in your submission, prompting him to target Wooyoung, “Do you like how I fucked your girlfriend so hard she went completely dumb? Huh? Do you like how she's riding my cock like it’s her new religion?”

Wooyoung could barely react to what was happening, having lost his mind just as you did, completely consumed with lust. “Y-essss, I love it when my baby feels good…” After that, the only thing that was coming out of his mouth were moans and your name. The combination of being inside your tight hole and the rampant arousal that coursed through him threatened to break his mind permanently.

“F-uuuckkk…” Never breaking eye contact with San, even for a second, you continued to bounce on their lengths with unwavering enthusiasm, getting closer and closer to your much-needed release.

“Take it! Take it! Take it!” the demon chanted, unable to keep himself from letting out a maniacal-sounding laugh, resisting the urge to fuck you into a coma. “Say my fucking name, you whore!”

“San…! Oh my god, I’m gonna fucking cum! Just for you, San! Just for you!” you cried obediently, taking in a sharp inhale, when San rewarded you by grabbing both of your breasts and massaging them, using the pads of his thumbs to roll your nipples around.

“That’s fucking right. You hear that, pretty boy?”

Wooyoung mumbled something incoherently, his eyes moving around underneath his shut eyelids, unable to add anything to the dynamic — other than moaning and cursing.

You desperately ground your hips down onto their pulsing cocks, hot tears streaming down your cheeks, as you felt the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had completely take over your body. You couldn’t even make any sounds. All you could do was keep your barely open eyes locked on the demon’s, feeling like you were ready to float away.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up. You want my cum inside you, huh? You want it?” San questioned, squeezing your tits roughly inside his calloused palms when you didn’t reply fast enough, bringing you back down to earth. “Answer me!”

“Y-yes!” you gasped, your attention snapping back to San, unable to see him clearly due to your blurry vision. “Please, San, cum inside me! Please! I need it so fucking bad!”

While his hands moved down to your hips and maintained a death-grip on them, San yelled out something in Latin, cum shooting forcefully out of his dick in hot spurts, filling you up just like you begged him to do. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his eyelids fluttering shut, but still fucking his load into you, wanting it to stay there, so that it would drip out of you the following day.

“B-baby, I’m gonna…!” Wooyoung was holding onto your waist from behind you, when his own fingers squeezed into your sensitive skin, a strangled yell erupting from his throat, threatening to damage his vocal cords. He pulled out, so that his cum shot out onto your lower back, some spilling out and dripping down his twitching, softened length.

“F-fuck…” You weakly pulled yourself off of them and collapsed onto the bed, completely and utterly fucked-out beyond comprehension, unable to do anything except lie there and close your eyes.

“Come here…” Wooyoung used all of his strength to move away from San and turn his body in your direction, pulling you toward him and holding you tightly against his chest. You both immediately fell into a deep sleep, not even bothering to acknowledge that the demon was still there.

San sat in the dark, silently admiring his work, his body still tingling from the overabundance of sexual energy he had collected. “I’ll be sure to visit you two again when I need my fill,” he remarked to himself, slicking his wet hair back and licking the blood that still remained on his jagged teeth, before disappearing into thin air without another word.

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The sun was already setting by the time you and Wooyoung had regained consciousness, prompting the two of you to look at one another in silence, so that you both could ignore the elephant in the room.

Wooyoung was the first to speak up, his voice hoarse, “S-so…did that really happen? Are we sure it wasn’t just a…really weird nightmare?”

You used all of your strength to sit up in the bed, eyes focusing on the deep bite mark that was left on your inner thigh, as well as the multiple bruises that littered your skin. You definitely couldn’t ignore the multiple blood and cum stains that were scattered across various sections of your bedsheets. “Yeah, Woo…I think…I think it really did happen.”

Wooyoung grunted, forcing himself to sit up next to you. He rubbed his neck for a bit, silently observing the proof as well. He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “So, what do we do now? Buy some holy water and sprinkle some salt around our apartment?”

“I think…I think it might be a little late for that.” You shook your head slightly, letting out a laugh and pulling Wooyoung into your arms to give him a comforting hug, wanting to forget about the darkness of the situation.

Wooyoung nuzzled your shoulder, humming against your skin, his fingers clutching your bare back. “You might be right,” he murmured, his breath tickling your neck.

You nuzzled him back, bringing your fingers up to his hair, so that you could pet it in a gentle manner. You remained silent for a while, before adding, “Let’s just buy a crucifix so I can stab him in the dick with it if he shows up again.”

Wooyoung pulled back slightly to give you a smile and a small giggle, a somewhat mischievous glint in his eyes. “That could definitely work. We would have to sharpen it, though.”

“Well, yeah, obviously.”

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Abscond Pt. 2

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N returns back home after living in Arizona for five years. When she’s reunited with the triplets will her feelings still be there for Matt, or will she move on? Does Matt have a girlfriend or does he still like Y/N??🫂

Warnings⚠️: None!! Hope you enjoyed this one! And read Part 1 if you haven’t already🖤

Song for the imagine: For the First Time- Mac DeMarco

It’s just like seeing her for the first

Time again

“When the fuck did you get back?” Matt said walking over to me and pulling me into a big hug

“A few hours ago” I said hugging him harder

“This is a fucking dream” Nick said still shocked

Matt pulled away and Nick gave me the biggest huge

“We missed you so fucking much” Chris said giving me a hug after Nick

“I missed yall so fucking much too, like I’m so glad I’m back home” I said pulling away from the hug

“Are you here for good?” Nick asked

“Yeah! I’m back for good. I left my dad….I had to that place was a hellhole” I said shaking my head

“I bet. When the first holidays rolled around and you didn’t show we were like okay maybe she’s doing it with her dad, but once it was the second holiday and then the third and the fourth. That’s when we knew” Nick said

“That guy kept me locked away from everything and everyone” I said letting out a breath of air

“I just can’t get over the fact that you’re back” Matt said looking at me

“I can’t either….man five years just like that” I said snapping my finger

“Five years is insane” Chris said

“You know actually I found the uh the Polaroids from the night I last saw you guys” I said looking at them

“The Polaroids of us?” Matt asked

“Yup, they fell out of my bag, and somehow landed under my bed….all these years I swore my dad found them and tore them up, but no” I said laughing a little bit

“Insane” he said laughing and looking down

“We’ll leave you guys to catch up” their mom said, and her and Jimmy walked out the kitchen

“Congrats on the fame. It’s crazy never would I have thought yall would be social media influencers” I said smiling

“Thank you. It’s something we picked up junior year right after you left” Chris said

“And honestly we never expected to get as popular as we did” Nick said

“Yall deserve it! You guys are so genuine and amazing” I said smiling

“Thank you” Matt said smiling at me

“Well tell us about Arizona” Chris said sitting across from me

“There’s nothing to tell really, I finished school there and I went to college for three years, but uh I just dropped out. It wasn’t something I wanted to do. I felt like I was living my life for my dad, and not me” I said

“Make any friends?” Chris asked me

“Honestly no….people were kind of turned off by me…I talked to some people here and there, but friends” I said shrugging my shoulders

“Bullshit! You were too cool for them anyways” Nick said rolling his eyes

“I was just so glad to get out of there and get away from my dad and his weird bitchy girlfriend” I said

“Didn’t like step mommy?” Nick asked laughing

“Ew you weirdo! No I didn’t” I said laughing

“So tell us more” Matt said looking at me

“That’s literally it” I said

“What??? No parties, no boyfriends, no nothing?” Chris asked

“Mm there was this one boy” I said rolling my eyes

Matt's body language shifted at that

“Do tell” Nick said

“Well he was coworker at one of my jobs, that was my first mistake” I said laughing

“Boyfriend or just like a boy toy?” Chris asked wiggling his eyebrows

“I don’t even know to be honest. Like one minute he wanted to be with me and then the next he didn’t? I wasted a whole year on his ass” I said rolling my eyes

“A year?” Matt said raising his eyebrow

“Yeah….from 19 to 20. Worse time honestly. He was talking to other girls. He like deleted everything off his phone, but one day left his Apple Watch home, and I looked at it, and there was a fucking Tinder code that was sent from the night before” I said laughing

“Oh god” Nick said

“Honestly good riddance I was never more happy to leave someone” I said

“Enough about me what about you guys” I said

“Well honestly we’ve just been focusing on our YouTube career, and we live part time here and part time in LA” Matt said

“Ouu nice sounds like fun” I said

“Oh it is. It’s amazing the amount of people who support us. It’s a blessing really” Matt said

“What about the dating scene for you guys?” I asked

“Mmm just a bunch of dead end talking stages” Nick said

“Oh what? That sucks yall are amazing, anybody is lucky to have you guys” I said

“Most people just want to use us” Chris said shrugging his shoulders

“Ew shallow” I said making a face

“Very” Matt responded

“Um I wasn’t sure if you guys wanted to hang over at my house” I said offering

“That would be so much fun, we haven’t been there in five years” Chris said

“Come on then” I said hopping off the chair

We left and walked over to my house. My mom was sleeping on the couch with one of her reality tv shows playing

“We can go to my room, but beware it’s still the same from when I was 16. I’m just starting to fix it” I said looking at them

“Oh that’s like a time capsule” Nick said

“It sure is” I said laughing and walking up the stairs

We got into my room, Nick and Chris immediately sitting on my bed. Matt was kind of looking around

“So many memories in here” he said out loud

“Woahhhh” Chris said laughing

“Not like that you weirdo fuck” Matt said laughing

My mom must’ve placed my Polaroids back on my vanity because Matt picked them up

“Oh god I look horrible” he said laughing

“No you don’t! We were 16 what did you expect” I said laughing

“You look the same” he said

“Oh god….I was ugly at 16” I said looking at matt

“Well no obviously you got older, but I don’t know your smiles still the same, and you still have that shine in your eyes” he said smiling and putting the Polaroids down

“I’m shocked after being with my dad for so long” I said laughing

Matt sat down on my bed along with his brothers as I decided to try and clear out some more things

“I hope you don’t mind I’m clearing some stuff out” I said looking at them

“No do your thing” Matt said

I was bent over picking something up when my shirt lifted a little bit

“IS THAT A FUCKING TATTOO” Nick yelled

Flashback

“I don’t like tattoos….I don’t know I feel like why cover your body you know” I said sitting with the three boys

“I think they’re cool, you can express yourself that way” Nick said

“You can express yourself other ways too instead of covering your skin” I said

“I’m sure I’ll be tatted up by the time I’m 20” Matt said

“You better not” I said looking at him

“You’ll never get a tattoo?” Chris asked me

“No never… I don’t like them” I said shaking my head

“Yeah right! I bet when you’re 20 you’ll be covered in tattoos” Chris said scoffing

“Will not!” I said smacking him

“Y/N I KNOW YOU! I promise you, you will” he said rolling his eyes at me

Flashback Over

“Uhhh” I said turning around and looking at them

“The queen of don’t cover your body! I fucking called it” Chris said in a mocking voice

“Oh shut up people change” I said rolling my eyes

“Never expected you to get one” Matt said looking at me

“Mmmm hate to break it to you, but I’m covered in tattoos” I said laughing

“Shut up!” Nick said

I took off my long sleeve sweater to expose my arms, uppper back and collarbone areas peppered with patchwork pieces

“Yoooo whatttt” Chris said getting up to look at my tattoos

“I know…I was such a hypocrite” I said laughing

“Those are nice as fuck” Matt said looking at my arms

“Thanks! That’s actually something that helped me a lot in Arizona. Being able to express myself through art on my skin” I said

“I told you” Nick said

“I knowwww” I said rolling my eyes

They were at my house for a while before Chris and Nick decided to head home, but Matt and I were so deep in convo he decided to stay

“I feel like we never separated. Like it’s crazy how we can just pick back up where we left off” I said to Matt

“I know right. Such a comforting feeling” he said

“It is, I never had anything like you guys in Arizona” I said

“Yeah when you left…it just wasn’t the same at all” he said back

“Yeah those first 6 months were so hard for me” I said shaking my head

“Yeah me too. I just couldn’t stop thinking about you” he said staring at me

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I mean I never really stopped thinking about you” I responded

“I didn’t either. Most nights I would lay awake wondering how you were doing, what you were doing, who your friends were….if you had a new boyfriend” He said laughing lightly

“I wondered too….about if you had a new girlfriend” I said looking at him

“I tried, but nobody was ever you” he said lowly

“I think that was my issue too, I looked for you in every guy” I said giving him a half smile

“As did I with every girl” he said

“Did umm…did those feelings ever go away?” I asked looking at him

“Umm eventually they did after a good year and a half, but you were always at the back of my mind” he said

“You were always at the back of my mind too” I said

“Seeing you today…it uh it brought back all those memories” he said fidgeting with his hands

“Good ones I hope” I said smiling

“Always good ones” he said looking at me again

“It was like seeing you for the first time again” he said swallowing deeply

“Did you feel anything?” I asked him

“I felt whole again, I felt butterflies like I always would when I saw you” he said looking down

“Matt you haven’t changed one bit, such a sweet lover boy” I said smiling at him

“Did umm did you feel anything?” He asked me

“I did…..I felt 16 again…..it took me back to that night we laid in the field and you told me you loved me, and how complete I felt” I said smiling at him

“That was my favorite night” he said smiling back at me

“I missed you” I said to him

“I missed you too” he said back

We looked at each other while we let the silence engulf us. Matt was so beautiful, he had an amazing soul and a kind personality. To say I was still in love with Matt would be an understatement. I have never wanted to freeze a moment more than now…

Matt and I both started to lean in mindlessly…letting the moment get to us. Staring into each other's eyes, our hands getting sweaty, our hearts beating out of our chest. All like we were 16 again…..but we weren’t. So I pulled away

“I uhhh wow I didn’t realize how late it is” I said looking at the clock on my nightstand

“Oh yeah! And you’re probably tired from traveling. I’ll head out and uhh maybe we can hangout tomorrow?” He asked awkwardly getting off the bed

“Uhh yeah that would be great” I said also getting off the bed

“Well um goodnight” he said nodding his head

“Good night” I said smiling at him

He looked at me for a moment in silence

“Oh uh I’ll walk you out” I said

“Ummm yeah sure” he said

God why was this so awkward? He almost kissed me, and I backed away, and was making it horribly awkward for him. Did I want to kiss him? I mean I did…but I couldn’t right? Or could I?

As I was fighting in my own head Matt and I walked down the stairs and to my front door.

I can’t just let him walk out right? Why did I pull away? This was all I ever wanted? For five years I wanted nothing more than to lay in his arms and kiss him. Matt was my everything….what am I doing?

Matt opened my front door, and began to walk out

“Uhh Matt?” I asked shyly, mentally smacking myself

He turned around quickly his eyes lighting up

“Yeah Y/N?” He said smiling

“Uhh it was great to see you” I said awkwardly

“It was great to see you too” he said laughing

“Well uhh goodnight” I said

“Goodnight” he said waving at me

He turned back around and got down to my first step. MAKE A MOVE my head screamed at me

“Wait uhh Matt” I said again reaching out for him

“Yeah?” He said turning around again smiling

“I ummm I love your new look” I said, y/n WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

The love of my life is standing in front of me, and I’m acting like a shy school girl. I didn’t even act like this at 16. What is wrong with me

“Thank you, I like your new look too” he said giving me a funny look and smiling, and heading to turn back and walk down the steps

Y/N MAKE A FUCKING MOVE NOW, my brain screamed at me

“Matt” I said again

“Yes Y/N” he said turning to me slightly annoyed

I looked at him for a split moment reading his eyes, my heart pounding out of my chest, kiss him or tell him another stupid thing and have him walk away. Uhh fuck it

I walked out my front door, and pulled him in by his jacket smashing our lips together. In a beautiful long awaited kiss….a kiss that could solve every problem in my life. A kiss that could make time stop and heal all the world's problems. This was a kiss I’ve been needing for the last five years.

I pulled away both of us out of breath and looking into each others eyes

“I uh…sorry I don’t know what took over me” I said in a whisper backing away slightly

“Don’t apologize” he said looking into my eyes before reconnecting our lips again, his hands on my cheeks kissing me so lovingly. This was a hallmark movie type of kiss

Pulling away we looked into each others eyes again smiling now

“Fuck I’ve missed you” I said taking a deep breath

“I’ve missed you too” he said looking into my eyes

We pulled away from each other before he waved and started to walk towards his house

“Have a good night” I said to him

“You too” he responded

“Hey Matt!” I yelled

“Yeah?” He said looking at me

“Pick up your pants” I said giggling

He looked at me and laughing shaking his head

“Matt” I yelled out again

“Yes Y/N” he said in a sing song way

“I hate that jacket on you by the way” I said

He laughed “yeah I love you too have a good night” he said before getting across the street to his house

I smiled at him and waved good night before walking into my house and shutting the door. Smiling to myself and laughing

I felt 16 again….

The End

Hiii okay guys I hope you liked this one🥹🥹 I think I have some more ideas, but I’m not too sure😭😭. I’ll cook something up don’t worry 🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

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