#i told her that i never felt that attraction and that i never have and honestly thought i never would

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Sex Scene // C. Sturniolo x Reader.

SYNOPSIS: You and Chris are the protagonists of a movie inspired by a fanfiction.

WARNINGS: Sexual relations, sexual performances, sex, female masturbation, blowjobs, kisses, actors, dirty talk, spanish-english.

WORDS: 5.4K

NOTES: My first language is not English, so if you find any grammatical errors you already know why :) MASTERLIST!!

"I am very excited that we can work together, Your scene partner is a new guy at acting. I hope you do well together.

Those were the words they told you when you started working on this new project.

What was it about? Well, as an actress with a good track record, you have acted in different extremely important films, Your beauty made you get various interesting roles.

You have been wanting to star in a literary novel for a long time.

I guess the law of attraction granted you your wish.

You were excited about the role, It could be a little complicated because your scene partner was new. At first they didn't tell you much about who he was, but as the days went by, They informed you about him.

"Christopher Sturniolo, a young man in his twenties, he dedicates himself to making videos on YouTube."

That worried you a little, This was someone who is not familiar with acting at all, He was a simple YouTuber. You were very upset about your partner.

"The boy was requested by the writer of the novel, She told us that the novel was inspired by him physically, so if we get him to accept the job I would be more than satisfied."

That didn't help you feel better, he only got the role because he had a pretty face.

On the day of recording you finally met him. He was drinking a bottle of water while chatting with Roxana the director.

He was wearing baggy pants with a dark sweatshirt.

His profile was attractive, straight nose, pink lips, bright eyes and messy hair.

You could not continue with your analysis since the director invited you to join the conversation.

"Good morning."

You said hello and they both said good morning to you. The director began to explain how they handled themselves during the course of the recording. You hope everything turns out well because you will work together for several years.

In part that was true, Normally the recording would last from six months to a year and then they would have to share press and publicize the film. Later they would have the premiere and if the film is good it will probably be in various awards.

The recordings started and it was not a big problem, Christopher managed to adapt quickly, It even seemed like he had been doing this for a long time.

You've even asked him, but he just shook his head and explains that he has never done anything like this.

They connected very well, The scenes came out impeccable. They didn't have very complicated scenes yet, just some dialogue and some discussions between the characters.

"Attention kids" The director approached the scene.

You had the wardrobe girls fixing the last details of your outfit, while your partner had his face makeup touched up.

"Today we have a kiss scene, You probably already read it in the script. Give your best, There will be two recordings from two angles, let's get to work!"

I shout walking away to go behind the cameras. I had developed a good relationship with your scene partner, They were not close friends, but they were already colleagues.

You had to admit that you've been uncomfortable reading the script, It was the first "romantic" scene in the story and that meant that the following scenes would be more of the same.

You felt like you still needed many more scenes to be able to feel free with your partner, but you had to show professionalism.

The scene began, The cameras filmed the empty room, the door opens and you enter the scene, you slam the door behind you, but your partner stops her and enters the scene behind you, now slamming the door.

"I told you to go away!" You shout towards your scene partner.

"I'm not fucking leaving! What the fuck is happening to you?! We were supposed to be fine, out of nowhere you come out and make a fucking scene. How old are you?"

"How old are you?! You played with me and Rachel at the same time, you're unhappy, get out of my house" With both hands you put pressure on Chris's chest, pushing him towards the exit.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" your pushing continues. "I have exchanged nothing but words with her" more and more pushes. "Can you stop pushing me?!" He held your hands tightly.

"Let me go!"

"Listen, listen."

You continue to scream about Christopher's words and struggling with his grip.

"Let me go Lion because otherwise...!"

"Otherwise?!"

He stretched out his grip on your hands and moved closer to his chest, a tense atmosphere had been created, that was probably because of the scene or perhaps also because of the discomfort of kissing him.

"Let me go..."

"Do you really want that?"

Their gazes connect and you can feel him slowly approaching you, the grip in your hands becomes more present, you close your eyes and instantly feel the pressure on your lips.

But the kiss was not a simple touch of lips, Their mouths began to move over each other, with intensity and desire.

Your hands were still held by his, on Christopher's chest.

The scene comes to a cut and they separate, The director congratulated them both on how well the scene turned out, Have them take a break and then record the kiss from another angle.

During the break you have not exchanged words, No glances with your scene partner. You didn't want it to be uncomfortable for him, but it seems that it was not. He approached where you were.

"Do you think we did it right? It's strange to me that they are recording me while I kiss someone, you already know, I'm used to having a camera in front of me, but in intimate moments."

They nod their heads and smile, he really does it well, He would have a future in this if he wanted to dedicate himself to acting.

"You did it well, You should consider dedicating yourself to this."

"I like, I wasn't going to accept the job because I don't do this for a living. But the writer was so insistent that she would like me to take it that I considered it. I do not regret, but mine is recording videos on YouTube with my brothers.

"I haven't watched a video of yours yet."

"Please don't do it, it's embarrassing."

"Whats? But if we just filmed a kiss scene, Are you embarrassed that I watch your videos?"

"Yeah, I don't know, I would like you to see me as your scene partner and not as the YouTube guy."

He wanted to separate his life as a YouTuber from his now actor version. It was confusing, because they were both about him.

"I'll still watch those videos."

So it was, Later that day you were in bed with your computer, You quickly type your partner's channel in the search engine and select a random video.

You are surprised to quickly identify your partner, You think it's because you see it every day.

They had already been filming for several months, You had never sat down to investigate Christopher's life.

This is new, as if you knew him a little more. He is having fun with his brothers, chatting about various things, Sometimes they cause arguments and other times he is hit by one of his brothers.

You put aside your computer and take your cell phone, You look up your partner's number and type a quick message.

You close the chat and as if it were black magic, different videos of Christopher begin to appear on your tiktok, they were all very cute videos of him, as if it were a small child. 

"He is so cute..."

Your finger slides nimbly across the screen and suddenly the videos become darker, They are stronger editions, focused on Chris's muscles, in their facial expressions. Most of them were clips taken out of context, but they looked so... 

The notification of Christopher's message brought you out of those dark thoughts that you were able to think after a short clip.

The following months the scenes were more of the same, with drama, kisses and couple moments.

"I do not like history" Chris shrugs.

"Whats?!"

"I have read the book, so I can do it better" He explains and you nod. "But it's shit, Lion treats her like his girlfriend and even fucks her when he hasn't even asked her out."

"Do you need to go out with someone to fuck?"

"I wouldn't fuck someone who isn't my girlfriend."

"You're weird. You know you would, you're just trying to look good."

"Maybe or maybe not."

They both laugh at the answer and then you ask:

"How long until Lion and Eider fuck?"

"Don't know, soon I guess. Haven't you read the book?"

"I did, I thought it was stupid that they would fuck during an argument."

"Their first kiss was during an argument."

"Yes fuck. They are so stupid."

"What is it like to film a sex scene?"

"Don't worry, you shouldn't fuck me."

"Oh of course not, I know it's not like that."

Chris was embarrassed.

"It's pretty funny, you have to pretend absolutely everything, not even our bodies will have contact."

"How boring. That's why it looks so fake in the movies."

"What are you saying?"

"Whenever I see one of those scenes on television. You can see how false it is."

"Have you seen any of my movies?" you ask and Chris looks away.

"Just a few, but I haven't seen your sex scenes."

"Because?"

"I don't know, I just haven't done it.".

"you should see them. Maybe then you can see how we could make the scene more real."

"We are not filming either 365 DNI" chatters.

Later, that day, Christopher came home and decided to watch one of his scene partner's movies. Got some fritos and a Pepsi, ready to go to his room when one of his brothers interrupts him.

"Are you leaving already, Chris?"

It was about Nick. Christopher nods and points to his room.

"I'm going to see a movie."

"Ohh I want to see a good movie" Matt adds. "They recently released a good action movie."

"Since you are filming this movie you are watching a lot of movies" Nick scoffs.

"I have to study, I'm not going to see just any movie."

"Shit, I really wanted to see the new release. What will we see?" Matt asks.

"I will watch the movie, I don't know what you'll see in your room."

"Come on Chris, let's watch the movie together."

And that's how Chris is now in the living room with his brothers watching his partner's movie.

In this film she did not have a leading role, her scenes were few, but Chris knew that of those few scenes she would have a sex one.

"I just realized that girl with glasses is your partner! Se is beautiful!" Nick shouts at the screen.

"Is that why you wanted to see this movie?" Matt scoffs.

"They told me that I should study with this film..."

The movie was boring, ok, Chris found it boring only because he didn't appreciate it enough for his taste.

That's when you appear on stage with your acting partner.

The scene was the following, You were a university student who had a hot relationship with her foreign language teacher.

You provoke your teacher with your words.

"Teacher... I've been studying a lot lately" Your fingers caress the shiny wooden desk that divided the bodies of both actors. "But I would really like to practice my new knowledge with you... Could you help me?"

You sit on the desk making your tight skirt press so hard on your thighs.

"Of course I will help you miss West" The teacher stands up, walking around the wooden desk, and stands in front of his student. His hands are placed on the sides of the delicate female body.

Their faces were extremely close, They moved their lips talking and could collide at the slightest.

"I would like to know... The meaning of Méteme tus dedos... (Put your fingers in me) I have read it a lot, It feels so good on my lips to say it... But I really want to know its meaning, teacher.

"I should give you some examples, but you should improve your pronunciation... Please repeat."

"Méteme..." (Put me in)

The teacher's hands make their way between his student's open legs and remove his female underwear.

"Tus dedos" (Your fingers) The girl arches her body when her teacher's fingers sink inside her. "Please teacher, I need you to explain..."

The professor's fingers moved slowly inside her.

"Quiero tus dedos dentro de mí..." (I want your fingers inside me).

"Do you want my fingers inside you? Thus? You want it?"

"Alright, this is raw." Nick pauses the scene and starts fast forwarding.

On the other hand, Chris couldn't believe how real that scene felt, the bad words that came out of his partner's mouth, the expressions on his face and his movements.

"What were you supposed to study?" Matt's question brings Chris out of his dark thoughts.

He licks his lips and thinks about her words before speaking.

"I have a sex scene soon, so since I am an amateur actor they recommended that I study my partner's scenes. Maybe to be able to attach myself to her" explains Chris looking at the frozen image of his partner, She had such a lascivious expression as if she were asking him to use her as she pleased.

"It honestly can't be that difficult to film these scenes." this time Nick speaks. "It's not like you really have to have sex with her you know?"

The tone Nick used was one of sarcasm, like he usually used.

"Nick is right, sex in movies is very false. But I have to admit, that scene looked so..."

"Real" Chris finishes his brother Matt's sentence and the three of them nod.

Matt took his cell phone and moved his fingers quickly over the screen, then his expression changes, his eyes widen and he looked at Nick in shock.

"This scene was real... It's not a performance" Nick opened his mouth and let out a "oh my god" when he heard his brother's words.

"It looked so raw..."

"Did she really do that scene?" Chris walks over to his brother and looks at the screen.

"He says that they interviewed both of them and confirmed that they recorded the sex scene many times, she quoted "We did not feel satisfied with the results, everything looked so false that we did not like the viewer to have that feeling" his partner also explained "It was our proposal with the director, If I agreed that the scene was real, At first he doesn't like it because it could be considered porn. But after a long talk they accepted, "It wasn't difficult for us because we are in a relationship." Matt finishes reading the interview.

"Well, they're a couple, it's not that bad..." Nick adds.

"When was that interview?"

Chris asks his brother, He had his heart beating at high speeds.

"Two years ago, She was about 18 and he was 29. They met while filming the movie, or that's what it says here" Matt continues to slide his finger across the screen. "Ooh, they just broke up, just a few months ago."

"Haven't they given reasons?" Nick asks, intrigued. "I bet because he's an old man."

"Please Nick, he's only about 32," Chris says and Nick gives him the middle finger.

"They did not give details about why, but the media speculate that he has been unfaithful with his ex-wife."

"Who is the ex-wife?" Chris hit Nick for being so curious. "Ouch! I just want to know the whole story!"

"A certain Roxana Poglo."

"She is our director..."

"That's really uncomfortable, I bet her ex picked her up and they saw each other." Nick hits Matt's arm causing his cell phone to fall from his hands. "It's quite a drama! I'll become an actor too! "

"That's not funny, she must be extremely uncomfortable..."

"I doubt it, I would have quit," Matt says.

The movie night ended and the following days of recording Chris has not had scenes with his partner, so they haven't spoken. To her surprise she has seen the director talking on the phone so she assumes that Chris is her ex-husband.

He ignored the talk and returned home, He was exhausted, he couldn't stop thinking about his partner.

He remembered the talk he had with the screenwriters...

"Chris next week your schedules return to the normal routine, by the way, The scene we are going to record is a sex scene, don't forget it. Give the best of you.

Chris was lying on his bed when he reached for the remote control to turn on the television, He put back the movie he had seen with his brothers and looked for his partner's scene.

"Quiero tus dedos dentro de mí..." (I want your fingers inside me)

"Do you want my fingers inside you? Like this? Do you want it?"

The teacher's hands move, penetrating the girl, She throws her head back, with his mouth open releasing delicious moans.

The professor's lips attack the female neck, and the girl's hands cling to her teacher's clothes.

"I need it teacher... I seriously need it."

The words coming out of the red painted lips felt so exciting. Chris had his hand on his abdomen, but he could still feel his member throbbing for his partner.

"Get on all fours."

The male actor ordered and the girl obeyed, The teacher lowered his pants and placed his member at his partner's entrance, beginning to penetrate her mercilessly against her desk.

"Can you say 'fóllame profe'?" (fuck me teacher) he asks his student as he penetrates her.

The female body moved frantically thanks to the pushes it received, He had his hands gripping the desk tightly and his eyes closed while his teeth bit down hard on his lower lip.

Chris's hand goes down his abdomen finding his erection, He puts aside his boxers and his hand takes hold of his cock, he began to pump it.

"Say it!" he spanked her, which slowly left the hit area red.

"¡Follame profe! ¡Follame!" (Fuck me teacher! Fuck me!) shouts the girl between moans of excitement.

The teacher increased his speed and Chris did the same with his hand, He had a perfect shot of his half-naked partner asking to be fucked, while her facial expression was that of a whore.

"You know what it means?" The teacher asks between grunts near his student's ear canal.

She doesn't respond, she just lets out little murmurs, then the teacher holds his cheeks with one hand and spits in his mouth.

"I asked you a question, you damn bitch."

"Yes I know..." The girl responds and her teacher lets her go to slap her, she moans excitedly.

"Such a slut, you only know those dirty meanings, right?"

"I'm sorry professor... I want to cum, please..."

Chris could feel his orgasm coming just by hearing her speak, I really wanted her to cum.

"Words!" the teacher asks.

"Please Daddy."

That was enough for jets of cum to shoot out of Chris' cock, his hand was completely dirty with his semen.

It would be a completely crazy week...

"Good morning partner" You approach Chris with a wide smile.

"Hello, long time I have not see you" not exactly, you saw her last night in her movie... Chris thought and smilednot exactly, you saw her last night in her movie... to avoid thinking about it and being embarrassed.

"I know, my scenes without you have been extremely boring" you comment as you walked to the set together.

"And those clothes?" Chris couldn't help but notice the childish clothing his partner was wearing.

"Before I have a scene with dad" Explain. "Are you looking forward to the scene?"

"No, I just hope I do well."

"I've already told you that it's all a matter of perspective, They will place the cameras so that it looks like we are fucking."

"Yes I know" sighs. "But you already did this."

"Oh yeah, Don't worry, just humor me. Well see you in bed" She says goodbye and goes to record her scene.

Chris goes to his dressing room to get ready for the scene, They gave him his change of clothes and for the first time in his change of clothes they gave him underwear.

"Can't I use mine?" He asks and the locker room girls deny.

Once it is ready I wait for them to call it to record, read his lines. It didn't seem to be difficult, both would be influenced by the magic of a joint, They kissed as they have done in other scenes and gradually undressed.

The scene called for oral sex by his partner and masturbating his partner with his fingers. Not literally, it would be a simulation, obviously.

"Chris is all ready" They called him and he nods to leave seconds later.

To her surprise, the director was talking to her ex-husband or her now husband again, it's confusing.

Would he be present during the scene?

"Hey" Chris approached his partner.

"Hey, Ready to fuck?” you joke.

"I waited for this all my life" Chris also jokes.

They all positioned themselves to start, quickly explained how it would be recorded and gave the indication to start the scene.

They were both in bed smoking a joint together, looking at the ceiling while talking stupid things.

"Since I broke up with Roy I haven't done anything sexual.”

"Do you want me to tell you when the last time I fucked was?" Chris asks, laughing.

"No, I just wanted to say it."

"Anyway…” there is a brief silence. “The last sexual thing I had was a blowjob at a stupid party, I don't think I could even finish,” he confesses.

His partner next to him settles down, leaving his body on his side and his arm supporting his head. He looked at Chris smiling.

"I'm too good at giving blowjobs.”

"Chatty.”

"I really am!"

"I think the joint is making you hallucinate," he puts the cigarette away and sits in front of her.

"Do you want to bet?" She challenges him by raising her outlined eyebrows and Chris laughs in denial.

"My huge cock wouldn't fit in that little mouth of yours." He quoted those words passing his thumb over the small feminine lips.

"If you believe it."

You move towards Christopher your hands are placed on his clothed member, giving small squeezes and stimulating massages to the area.

"Apostate you don't? Then you'll lose." Your face was so close to Chris's.

"¡Cut! Perfect guys, we change the cameras and continue" they order.

"Your hand" Chris speaks and you notice that your hand is still on his member.

"You should stay there."

"What?"

"To pick up where we left off, does it bother you?" At that moment his hand feels a push and Chris moves your hand away from his member.

"I'm sorry."

"It's normal Chris, don't worry" you pat Chris's thigh.

Once the cameras were positioned, they gave the action signal and resumed the scene.

"you will lose” You say and join your lips with Chris's, your hand takes his member again, you could feel it hard under your touch.

Chris's hands hold your face, deepening the kiss. You break the kiss and go down to lower his pants, your hips move sexily and you fearlessly lower his pants.

"Do you still think I'm bad?"

"You haven't proven anything." Chris replies.

And this is where they simulate the oral sex situation, Chris couldn't help but wish it was real.

The scene is cut and the instructions for the next shot are given, where the hands would be under the sheets to simulate female masturbation.

You and Chris were in bed already tucked in, you give him instructions to cling to each other more.

"I think it would be better if he is behind me" You explain and they give you approval.

They change positions, Chris sits with his legs spread, you would be between his legs and take Chris's hand to move it over you.

"It's a very good position, don't you think?" you ask him and he hums in response.

They give the signal for action, and as if by magic you enter your role, your head falls back, resting on the shoulder of your partner Chris.

Chris's free hand moves awkwardly and they cut to the scene. They give new directions to Chris, so he whispers to him.

"Touch my breasts."

Before Chris could object to anything about it, they give the signal for action and you repeat your previous action again, this time Chris's hand goes towards your neck and his other hand simulates penetrations.

Your moans were annoying to Chris, he couldn't stand them being so fake, he wanted them to be real.

"Please... Give me more”

His hand leaves your neck and makes its way under your clothes as he cups one of your breasts.

"Jesus... Lion” moans at the sudden touch. “I love it."

Your body moves and you feel your partner's erection hitting your ass, with a sudden movement you make your partner's hand touch your clothed womanhood.

"Touch me, please touch me” you ask, hoping he would understand that you weren't acting and that you really wanted to feel his fingers on you.

Chris hesitated a little, but relented and rubbed his fingers over the fabric of your underwear.

"Just like that!"

For the cameras it was the simulation of an erotic scene, but under the sheets the simulation disappears.

Your legs were spread wide open, giving way to Chris's hand, his fingers circling your clit. Your hand went around Chris's neck, holding him by the nape of his neck, tangling some of his hair between your fingers.

Your head rests on Chris's bare chest and you stretch your neck when you feel his fingers go lower, bury themselves inside you, go in and out, penetrating mercilessly.

Chris lowers his head making your mouth meet his. They kiss carelessly and obscenely.

"Jesus!"

You scream in ecstasy reaching your climax, the scene comes to an end and Chris removes his fingers from inside you. You release the strands of hair that were trapped between your fingers and quickly adjust your underwear.

"Great kids! The scene turned out wonderfully!" The director approaches, excited by the results. "The expressions on their faces have been so satisfying."

Chris smiled with his ego high and touched your shoulder, pressing your body against his.

"We are an excellent duo."

You look at your partner and you catch that flirtatious smile that was plastered on his face.

They gave them a robe to cover their bodies and invited them to rest until the next scene. Chris saw his partner in the distance talking to the director's husband.

He seemed to be upset, had a wrinkled expression and moved his hands exaggeratedly.

"Lion is looking for his cute Eider!" Chris sings the prayer like a melody as he stands next to you.

"Hey!” You greet your partner. "Does Lion still want to keep sticking his quick fingers inside Eider?"

Funny jokes talking about the characters.

"Oh you don't know how much I want it" Chris wasn't kidding, but you didn't need to know that.

Chris finally looks at the man you were talking to, showing his perfect teeth.

"Hello, I'm Christopher played Lion, but of course you already know that.”

He extends his hand and the man shakes it in a formal greeting.

"A pleasure Christopher, I do know very well what your character is. I'm Javier Harper."

"If I know him, I saw his role in the movie "Prejudices."

You immediately looked at Chris in surprise, since that's where you act too.

"Really? What did you think?"

"I don't think I'm in the right place to judge his work, I'm just an amateur actor."

They both laugh, but you could feel a tension in the air.

"It was a pleasure for me that his wife Roxana will work with me, she really does her job well."

Javier looks in the direction of his wife, who was still making some arrangements at the scene.

"Yes, she knows what she's doing," he looks back at the two young men in front of him. "She has told me a lot about your work as an actor, you are very charismatic. Lion's personality is so annoying, it must be difficult to cope with."

"It's not difficult, the role of Lion is actually based on me."

"Oh really?"

Javier seemed surprised, you nod nervously.

"It's a fanfiction, they thought about Chris when it was written and well the girl asked that if he could star it would be an honor."

"Brilliant, now it's all thanks to fanfiction."

The awkward conversation ended and the recordings continued, the rest of the film was recorded without difficulty. The tension between both co-workers was intense.

You had to admit that you had fucked several times in the dressing room with his partner Chris, or the thousands of times that you had gone to a nearby hotel to spend the night.

Right now they were doing the typical promotional interviews for the film.

They were both sitting next to each other.

"It is an honor to have Lion and Eider with us, for our channel."

The interviewer greets, you and your partner also greet excitedly.

"What expectations do you think the story will leave for our protagonists?"

"I think Lion and Eider start out as cliché, but they develop into a different relationship."

"I would call it something more natural, a normal relationship” Chris adds to your words. "Honestly, I think that Lion is a guy who refuses relationships because of something that went wrong in his past and he only intended to fuck Eider, this is something problematic for him…”

"Because both generate a sexual bond, it is something constantly tense."

"If from one moment they hate each other they go on to love each other and so on."

"What do you think of Lion?" The question is directed to you.

"Lion is a boy with a very strong ego, I think he knows very well that he is a handsome boy and that he could have everyone at his feet. But it's more than that, he has feelings that he represses to protect himself.”

"What do you think of Eider?"

"I thought Eider was a fool, you know she is always there for Lion and I was desperate that she wouldn't stay away from him, when she knows it's terrible for her. But he is quite intelligent and is always thinking about others and how to help them.”

"Favorite movie couple?"

"I hope it's the same" you look at Chris and he nods. “My favorite is Braian and Taylor, I love that they are a gay couple outside of stereotypes.”

"Yes, I like it but my favorite is Lion and Eider."

"How does it feel to know that you just played yourself? Because this is based on a fanfiction of yours."

"Well I didn't like that they wrote these kinds of things about me, it's not that I wouldn't like it, it was just something crazy that seemed impossible to me. But it's something that the fans like and beyond that it doesn't hurt me on a big level, I thought the story was cheesy, but I was interested in doing something new like acting.”

"How did you feel when it was confirmed that you would be working with Christopher Sturniolo?"

"I found out on the first day of recording, I didn't know who he was," you laugh nervously. "I wasn't very familiar with this YouTuber thing, but now I'm definitely a bigger fan."

Your work is finished, you will no longer see each other except in awards problems.

"What's happening?"

"I'm going to miss you," he responds to Chris as you hug him.

"What makes you think this is a farewell? You have my contact, a ring and I'll come to see you."

"Chris…”

"Unless you want it to be a goodbye."

"No, I don't want it."

"We are fine then."

He joins his lips with yours and you laugh between kisses. A few months later, the romance between both protagonists appeared on all Internet portals, all social networks exploded and even more so with the rumors that the sexual scenes recorded were.

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could you write a fic ab ferran being super jealous, you guys aren’t together only friends but you seem to be getting super close to one of the other barca boys and he doesn’t like that. so when you’re at a party one time he gets a bit drunk and pulls you away from everyone to confess his feelings for you

jealousy, jealousy - ferran torres

summary: ferran caught feelings for his childhood friend and gets jealous once he hears you might be seeing someone.

genre: fluff

a/n: thank you for the request anon💕

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„dude you can’t just stare at her and do nothing about it.“ Gavi nudged Ferran‘s shoulder as they were walking onto the pitch before the game against Villareal. You sat at your usual spot, the one Ferran got for you, waving at the two boys with a smile once you saw them already looking at you.

Ferran had been a close friend of yours ever since your brother met him with fourteen during a tryout at the Valencian football academy. Sadly your brother didn’t make it into the team but Ferran never stopped coming over, even though his schedule was extremely busy.

You always had a different relationship with him than your brother, one that was much calmer and more gentle. Throughout the years, friends teased you two of becoming a couple eventually and you almost believed it, until Ferran moved to Manchester to pursue his dream. You couldn’t be more proud of him and even flew over to watch his games, but it just wasn’t the same anymore. So when you heard he‘d transfer to Barcelona, the city you moved to years ago, you were so happy to finally be spending more time with him. Then, you were told he had a girlfriend.

Sira, a gorgeous girl and Luis Enrique’s daughter. Your heart sunk once he‘d told you, not because of jealousy, but because you always thought he had feelings for you too. Seemed like you misinterpreted his words and actions when you were a teenager.

For a bit more than a year you gave him and Sira more space, not wanting her to think you were jealous and tried to distract yourself with other guys. You dated one here and there, but your mind never could stop thinking about the boy you knew since you were fourteen.

„I can’t. I think she’s seeing Moha from the Barça B team.“ Ferran explained to Gavi, his hand covering his mouth to avoid lip reading.

„I don’t know him too well but I‘ve never seen him with Y/n. Balde‘s throwing a party next weekend, then you‘ll see if you fucked up or not.“ Gavi snorted but gave his friend an encouraging tap onto his back.

Even though Ferran had been happy while he was together with Sira, his feelings for you came back once she had broken up with him over a year ago. He always had been attracted towards you, having a crush as a teenager which turned into real feelings over the years you were his friend. Sira made him forget those feelings when they were together, but once the relationship started to crumble, he knew you were made to be his. The thought of you seeing Moha made his gut wrench. Sure he was a great guy, but he couldn’t let you go for a second time.

Barça won the game 3:1 with Ferran even scoring a goal. He made his signature celebration, then pointed towards the stands where you sat at. After realizing the goal was dedicated towards you, a shy smile spread across your face.

„Great game Fer!“ You complemented him once you sat in his car and drove you home.

„Thank you, hermosa. Are you busy next Saturday? Balde‘s throwing a birthday party. He told me to bring a plus one.“ Ferran grinned, still on a high from the victory and having you in his passenger seat.

„Sure I‘d love to!“ You agreed with a smile.

Saturday rolled around quickly and throughout the day your thoughts wandered back to what Ferran would like you to wear. Eventually you decided on something comfortable and were just done with getting ready as you heard a car honk outside.

„You look pretty.“ He said as you sat down and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

———

Throughout the party you felt Ferran‘s eyes on you, leaving you all flustered when he made eye contact from across the room.

Your heart beat faster when you saw him smile or when you felt him put his arm around your shoulder. Ferran wasn’t much different. He wanted to impress you, to leave you wanting him as much as he wanted you. There was for sure jealousy behind it, silently wanting to show off how good you two got along.

All went great until Moha showed up. He immediately spotted you and you two immersed into light conversation, laughing together as he whispered something into your ear. Ferran didn’t think it was funny. After he saw you two so close, laughing, you touching his shoulder, he felt the jealousy build up in his system. Maybe it was also the alcohol he drank, but something about seeing you with Moha just wasn’t right. Especially not how the two of you seemed to be so close.

Gavi came up behind Ferran, immediately knowing what his friend was thinking.

„I swear Ferran if you don’t do something tonight and tell her, she‘ll leave with him.“ He threatened but Ferran knew he was right. He put his cup down after Gavi‘s words and walked up to you, interrupting the conversation you held with the Barça B player.

„Can I talk to you? It’s urgent.“ You sensed something was up. Usually he was talkative and smiled but now he looked distressed and upset, his gaze flickering between you and Moha. Moha awkwardly smiled after greeting Ferran and stepped a bit away to give you more space.

You nodded and gave your friend an appreciative smile, when Ferran took your hand and led you outside. Even though the atmosphere between you two was tense and irritating, your cheeks heated up once his hand grabbed yours.

He sat down on a bench, secluded from the other guests and motioned for you to sit down next to him.

„I can’t pretend anymore Y/n.“ Ferran said, his voice shaking once he turned his head to face you. You became nervous even though you didn’t know what he was saying.

„Pretend what?“ You softly spoke, trying to ease the unsettling tension around you two. Your hand wandered to the back of his neck like it often did before, and played with the short ends of his hair.

„pretend that I don’t love you.“ His word made you stop, his eyes never leaving yours once he said the words.

„I‘ve caught feelings for you when we were fifteen, going on vacation together with our families, sneaking out to the pool, telling each other the most embarrassing stories. I never had the courage to tell you because I was so scared. I was scared you‘d reject me and once I moved to England, I tried to forget you. When Sira broke up with me last year, I realized all I wanted is you. For you to be my girlfriend, not my best friend. It always had been you. Please tell me there’s nothing going on with Moha, and if yes, then I‘ll let you alone, but please think about this. About us.“ Ferran took your hands in his, silently hoping you’d say something, anything. The shocked expression on your face scared him even more, already wanting to apologize for his rambling, thinking he had officially messed things up. But you on the other hand could feel your heart beat out of your chest. The teenage love just confessed his feelings for you, but mixed Moha up for one of your potential lovers.

You couldn’t put your feelings into words, so you just grabbed Ferran by the back of his neck and crushed your lips lovingly against his. He was surprised at first, then immediately kissed you back, holding you by your waist and pulling you towards him. Forehead against forehead, you smiled sweetly at each other, both cheeks flushed from the kiss you just shared.

„I love you Ferran. And I don’t want to let you go too, I want to be with you.“ You whispered, feeling the butterflies in your stomach.

„So there’s nothing going on with Moha?“ He asked rather surprised. You did understand why he would think that, but you guessed it was time to tell him.

„I‘ve spend so much time with him lately because I babysit his little sister. His parents are out of town for a while and he knew I babysit besides university.“ You grinned, gladly clearing up the misunderstanding.

„He came to me tonight to tell me his sister had a crush on my brother. That’s why we laughed so much.“

Ferran‘s eyes went wide once he realized everything was a big misunderstanding, but was even more glad that you always waited for him too.

„Oh.“ Was the only answer he could muster to which you only shook your head.

„Stick to football, you’re still not the smartest.“ You joked but Ferran acted offended.

„Hey!“ He laughed, but was quick enough to lean back in again to kiss you passionately.

„But I was smart enough to make you mine, hermosa.“

#fc barcelona #football one shot #football x reader #ferran torres x reader #ferran torres one shot #ferran torres #pablo gavi x reader #gavi x reader

[gr7mes]

hiiii i’ll throw my other hat in the ring and give you a thg req!!

angst to comfort fic because why not

but like reader is from district 7 and won the 73rd games, and much like lucy gray, used their wits and charm to win the games. and GOD FORBID SNOWS PAST COMES BACK TO HAUNT HIM they end up in the same room with finnick during the ring, and they grow closer and end up making a bond and falling in love

fast forward to the sewer, and reader sees finnick struggling with the mutts as katniss tries to usher them out of the sewer as reader is screaming and fighting to get back to him and eventually runs straight into the pile, almost dying

anyway they wake up losing an arm, but with finnick asleep at her side 🩶🩶

LOVE U BAEEEE

YOU’RE OKAY “look at me, you’re okay.” finnick odair x fem!reader

tags: blood, swearing, htc, violence, use of y/n

a/n: hii pooksters, i have retuned from the dead w/ my first thg fic!! req from my bae gracie, i changed up the losing the arm part because i didn’t really know if i could write it well, so im super sorry for that :( i don’t know how i feel ab this one, but i hope you enjoy!!

god, how you hated the hunger games. you weren’t expecting to be back, but here you were. 

when you had won the 73rd hunger games, you thought that was the end. you thought you could just return to your district, and forget all about the mortifying experience. 

but you were wrong. so wrong. all of that work, all of the trauma? useless. all of your efforts just didn’t matter. your charm and cleverness played a huge role in helping you to win the games. you thought you were smart, but you werent. you were stupid to think the capitol would leave you alone.

they would never ever leave you alone. they couldn’t give you a fucking break. here they were, trying to kill you, again.

them being them, they tried to make it different this time. they decided to make everyone room with tributes from different districts. 

you knew they wanted to cause stuff between everyone. but you weren’t gonna let them get what they want. you told yourself you were just gonna have to deal with whoever you got. 

to your luck, you were paired up with the “golden boy.” finnick odair, in the flesh. hooray. 

you thought it would suck. back in the hunger games once again, and rooming with this guy? it seemed like hell. that was until you started to get to know him better.

finnick was surprisingly sweet. really sweet. he was also funny. and you couldn’t deny it, he was really attractive. “what are you looking at?” you said, noticing how his gaze was directed towards your lips.

“nothing, your smile is just really pretty.” he replied. you felt your cheeks start to heat up. “what, cat got your tongue?” he taunted, a smirk forming on his face. “you wish. goodnight finnick.” you said, trying to hide the fact that you were flustered. 

little did you know, you and him would form quite a complex relationship.

“you win.” he said, while you two were perched in front of a tree, the leaves rustling with every slight movement. both of your partners had died by now. it was just katniss, peeta, you, and him in a truce. 

you brought your head up and looked at him. you two locked eyes before you opened your mouth to speak, “huh?” what was he talking about? “you win.” “i win what?” 

“my heart.” 

that’s all it took. that’s all it took for you to realize how much you really liked him. you can guess what happened after that. that’s right, you and finnick started dating during the games. 

from that moment on, you two swore to never let anything happen to the other. you both cared about each other too much to let that happen.

so when you were all fighting for your fucking life in that stupid tunnel, you were just trying to get back to finnick. katniss was trying her hardest to get you out, but you weren’t leaving until you knew finnick was okay. 

“y/n, you need to go now!” she yelled, holding you back, trying to help finnick herself. she prioritized everyone over herself, which was something you admired about her. but you needed to get him. 

“FINNICK!” you screamed, your voice echoing throughout the tunnel as you finally escaped from her grasp. you ran toward the pile of mutts, plunging your knife into one. “you shouldn’t be here!” finnick yelled, his voice strained with worry.

you ignored his pleading, continuing to fight with all your strength. as you clashed with the horrid creatures in the dimly lit tunnel, you felt fear and adrenaline pump into you. you thought it was going okay, until you felt a tug at your ankle.

“Y/N!” is all you heard before you were pulled down into the water by a mutt. you tried to fight back, but it was no use. suddenly, you felt sharp teeth sink into your stomach. 

it was a type of pain you hadn’t experienced in a long, long time. in a matter of seconds, finnick was at your side, fighting off the mutt which leaned on top of you. he was livid. 

you clutched your side, breathing heavily as a mixture of water and blood dripped down your body. finnick quickly took you into his arms, and eyed your protruding wound. he then reached out his hands to cradle your face. 

“you’re gonna be fine baby, i promise won’t let anything happen to you. jus- just stay awake.” he said, trying to keep his voice from trembling as he tried his best to hurry to the ladder where everyone else was, you still engulfed in his arms. 

“i-i can’t. i don’t think m’ gonna make it.” you struggle to get out, tears starting to stream down your face. he wasn’t gonna let this happen. “hey, look at me.” he said, trying to reassure you that you were going to be alright.

“look at me, you’re okay.” 

that was all you could remember. everything else was a blur after that. you can remember faint yelling, but you can’t quite decipher what was being said. 

you woke up beside finnick. he had his arm wrapped around your body, and your faces were inches apart. your wound was all patched up, but it was still painful. hey, look on the bright side though. finnick had kept his promise. he made sure things got better. 

you were okay. 

#the hunger games #finnick odair #finnick odair oneshot #finnick odair imagines #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x fem!reader #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games oneshot #the hunger games imagines #sam claflin #finnick odair smut #the hunger games smut #finnick odair angst #the hunger games angst

[star-anise]

So, Easy Beauty by Chloé Cooper-Jones is not by any means a straightforward tale of the specific traumas and experiences of being a disabled woman. In many ways, it's an examination of how holding onto those traumas too tightly can keep you not just from positive chances for connection and experience, but understanding when your choices and behaviours are hurting other people.

But. It does talk about the trauma. And specifically, this splinter I've spent months now slowly drawing out of my soul, because this never happened to me except for the version of it that did happen to me. In her case, it was a conversation with a friend in high school:

I approached him in the library of our school. He was studying for a geometry test. He saw me, closed his notebook, and smiled. “I feel like,” he said, teasing me, “there might be something you want to talk to me about.” I told him yes, there was, and I said that I wanted to go to the homecoming dance with him and would he take me. “Of course,” he said. Relief flooded through me so quickly it turned my stomach. “But,” he continued, “there’s something very important I need to talk to you about first.” He proceeded to tell me that our female friends had been pressuring him for weeks to ask me to the dance, not wanting me to feel left out. “They love you,” he said, “but they pity you and their pity won't help you in the world.” I can, to this day, recall the exact even tone in his voice, his smile. He reached across the table and took my hand. “I want to tell you something as your friend,” he said. “I want to protect you. When you ask a man like me on a date, you put us in a bad position.” He was still smiling; I was having a cute delusion and was in need of his loving, if uncomfortable, correction. “It’s just the truth,” Jim said. “No man will want to date you unless he, too, is desperate or ugly.”

What I've felt, since I was very young, was this sense not just that no one would ever love me, but that I was so pitiful, so unlovable, such a complete failure of femininity, that expressing interest in another person was tantamount to forcing them to pity-fuck me. And how could I do something that horrible to them?

Well, at least in the years since then, I've learned that actually people feel no compunction about rejecting me!

I have almost always felt like such a complete failure at femininity, to the point that discussions about the female experience feel hypnotically surreal, because these things never happen to me. Y'all get catcalled and hit on? I'm struggling to dredge up memories of experiencing that firsthand. I grew up with grownups always warning me about men who'd want me for sex but didn't actually love me, and now I'm like... being wanted for sex? What's that like? I have literally ten seconds of experience of my desire for someone else being something that excited and interested them.

This is my own personal neurosis, not a prescription for widespread behaviour. But I've always kind of hated when people talk about slowburn romances and stories with pining as "two idiots in love" because on a visceral level, it doesn't feel stupid to me to believe you're repulsive and nobody will ever want you. It has always felt like the natural and obvious conclusion to enter adulthood with.

Up until two weeks ago I've always been very careful to describe my feelings about my body as part of me being crazy--I hate the way I look, I don't like seeing or hearing recordings of myself, I think I'm not pretty. Because obviously that means I'm actively working to rid myself of those emotions and attitudes! I've got it handled! I've admitted that I have a problem!

And that's because I always had it locked away in my heart that if I tried to make a factual claim about being ugly, people would say "No you're not!" just to make me feel better, and then I would never ever know if anyone who found me attractive really meant it, or if they were just doing it out of pity.

That is crazy. That's holding onto the lesson of that fucking shitbag who found Chloé attractive and fuckable two months fucking later once he got over himself. That's sitting around waiting for someone to come climb up into my unfuckable tower and do all the work of establishing a relationship themselves. That's lesbian sheep behaviour.

It's only just begun to feel possible that I could begin to take steps to seek people out and express interest in them, instead of holding perfectly still and making someone else do all the heavy lifting to get to me, when I haven't even made it known I wanted them to.

But this doesn't get talked about as part of "the female experience". When men talk about women's experiences in the dating market, they absolutely never mean women like me. Why bother with the experiences of women they wouldn't want to fuck anyway? It's not like we're people or some shit like that.

#staranise original #body image tw #ableism tw #feminist discourse #easy beauty #chloé cooper jones

[slytherhys]

Silver Linings & Raspberry Fortunes

Prompt: New Beginnings (week one) @elriel-month

A/N: HAPPY ELRIEL MONTH! 🌹🦇 I had so much fun writing this silly little AU and I hope you all enjoy it too!

You can also read this story on AO3!

If there was one thing everyone knew about Elain Archeron it was that she didn’t like being single. Her friends knew it, her sisters knew it, her therapist knew it – even her ex-boyfriend, who wasn’t the most perceptive person Elain knew, had callously pointed it out right before Elain kicked him out of her house. Truth be told, she had a serious case of abandonment issues with a side of middle-child syndrome and – because those weren’t enough – a deep fear that she’d never be loved the way she very much wanted to be loved. The fact most men she met were a disappointment was just the cherry on top of a very emotionally damaging cake.

Which explained why she had accepted to go on a date, at her sister’s insistence, with a man she had never met or seen before in her life.

At first glance, it had seemed like a great idea. Feyre clearly had great taste in men (read: Rhysand), her friends were some of the most interesting people Elain had ever met and the alternative had been staying at home watching crappy romcoms, eating salt & vinegar chips and wondering if maybe installing a new dating app would finally lead to her meeting the man of her dreams (even though it never did). Looking back, maybe even a night of getting texts from strange men who were entirely too comfortable asking about her sex life did seem like the better choice. Because Elain Archeron had officially been stood up – which, considering the dress she was wearing, was a damn shame.

Elain sighed again, earning herself a look from the bartender that definitely felt a little bit exasperated. She couldn’t even blame him considering she’d been nursing the same drink for the past 45 minutes (a martini because it sounded fancy) and she probably looked as dejected as she felt, which probably didn’t go well with the overall Saturday night vibes he definitely preferred.

Smiling weakly, Elain turned to stare at the door for a few seconds longer, wondering if instead of giving up and going home, she should just stay, have a drink in a too-dark bar where no one could see how hot she looked in her very expensive dress, under the hostile gaze of an entirely too attractive bartender. Because she was 25 and she was single and if she spent another night wallowing in self-pity, she would probably dye her hair a ridiculous colour in the name of adventure. And that couldn’t happen – no matter how many times she tried to bleach her hair it never looked any good.

And she was absolutely not staying for – Elain checked her phone – Lucien Vanserra and his stupid red hair and his stupid “nice manners”. The only reason she wasn’t calling her sister to complain about the audacity of it all was because it was past 9pm and Feyre and Rhys were most likely enjoying the only time of the day their son actually slept.

All in all, Elain’s night was pretty fucking miserable – and she couldn’t even drink her pain away since the martini alone had cost a ridiculous amount of money and Elain was supposed to be saving money in the name of being a responsible adult.

“Can I get you another drink?” A low, gravelly voice sounded from behind the bar and Elain startled as she looked up. Hazel eyes stared her down, darting between her and her untouched drink. If the bartender had been attractive from afar, Elain could barely think with him standing so close. A strong nose, high cheekbones and a lush mouth that twitched under her perusal. His dark hair was unruly, as if he had run his hands through it in the past five minutes, but somehow, he made it look hot. Elain blinked once, twice before her brain finally caught up, making her cheeks heat under his gaze.

“Uh,” was her eloquent reply. “No.” She said, though it sounded more like a question than an answer.

He raised an eyebrow, lips twitching again as he eyed her martini. Elain shifted in her seat. “Is there something wrong with the drink I made you?” He asked teasingly and Elain flinched. It probably wasn’t good for his ego that she hadn’t touched it yet, was it?

Elain sighed, trying not to buckle under the embarrassment of being called out. “I don’t like martinis.” She confessed, unable to look the man in the eye. She probably seemed like an idiot, looking completely out of place in her stupid dress and glancing longingly at the door waiting for a stupid ginger man. Mother, she didn’t even like gingers. What the fuck had she been thinking?

The bartender laughed – well, he huffed but it sent a sparkle of heat down her spine, so it might as well had been a full-on laugh. “Why didn’t you order something else, then?”

Now it was her time to chuckle. Bitterly though because it was embarrassing how hard she had tried for a man that hadn’t even bothered to show up. “I wanted to look sophisticated.” She shrugged as if it didn’t really bother her that her cheeks were aflame and that the most beautiful man she had ever seen in her life was looking at her as if she had lost her mind. She couldn’t even blame him – she probably had. “For my date.” She clarified at his confused face, as if that made it better.

The bartender frowned, eyeing her where she sat, and Elain felt heat lick up her body at his slow perusal. Even if she did feel like shit, it was a small victory that her boobs looked amazing – and that, apparently, the bartender thought so too.

“Who the fuck stood you up?” His midnight voice sent shivers down her spine, the incredulity in his question sending a jolt of satisfaction down her stomach.

Elain stood a little straighter, feeling encouraged in her own disbelief. “Can you believe it?” She asked, her voice sounding a bit shrill. If the bartender smiled at her outburst, Elain didn’t notice.  “And now I’m sitting here alone at this stupid bar waiting for a date I didn’t even want, drinking something I don’t even like–”

“You could’ve ordered something else.” The bartender muttered.

Elain, however, was too focused on her own tirade to be silenced. “And it’s too dark in this room for people to even notice my dress and I spent so much fucking money on it.” Elain shook her head, feeling ridiculous. “I really shouldn’t have spent that much money on a dress.” She confessed in a sigh, looking up and blushing as she noticed the amusement written on the bartender’s face. He raised an eyebrow, and it was absurd the way her body reacted to that small movement. Feeling chagrined, Elain smiled weakly. “Hi, I’m Elain.”

“Azriel,” his lips twitched. “Owner of the Stupid Bar.”

Of course he was. Elain groaned, dropping her head into her hands in a rather melodramatic fashion. “I’m so sorry.” She said, covering her face with her hands. “I’m usually much nicer than this.”

Azriel chuckled, tilting his head as he eyed her. “You look pretty fucking nice from where I’m standing.” He said, and Elain’s brain nearly short-circuited at the oh so casual way he said it. However, before she could answer he was leaning down, strong arms folding across the bar, hazel eyes set on her. “What do you really want to drink?”

Elain smiled sheepishly, pushing her martini away. “I’m not a big drinker.” She said, loving the challenge in his eyes as he waited for her answer. As if he wanted to figure her out. The thought of it shouldn’t have pleased her nearly as much as it did. “But I like sweet things.”

Azriel squinted his eyes ever so slightly, closely watching her expression. Elain wasn’t sure what he found, but her heart tripped inside her chest when he started to smirk.  “I’m not sure you do, Elain.” He mumbled, head tilting as his eyes trailed down her body again. No one had ever made her name sound so decadent. “Want to make this more interesting?”

Her entire body went hot and cold at the suggestion.  How was it that this man had already turned her entire night around when she had only known his name for five minutes? Elain bit her lip before leaning closer, intrigued. “What did you have in mind?”

“I’ll make you a cocktail and if you don’t like it, I’ll give you whatever drink you want on the house.”

Elain raised her brows, embarrassingly charmed by everything this man said. “And if I do like it?”

As if he knew that question was coming, Azriel smirked, bending down until his face was close enough to hers that she could feel his breath warm against her lips. Elain felt her breath catch, her heart stutter inside her chest. “If you like it you’ll go on a date with me.”

Elain blinked, unsure if she had heard him correctly. Why was this bar so fucking warm, all of the sudden? She looked around, aware that she had been so caught up in Azriel she had notice little else. When had the bar gotten so crowded? Elain would’ve felt claustrophobic if not for the man taking up all her attention. “Don’t you have to work?” She asked dumbly, painfully aware of the crowd behind her and of how silly she sounded.

Still, Azriel smiled softly. “Slow night.” He said, refusing to take his eyes off of her. She chuckled, feeling a bit frantic as she watched Azriel watch her back, a daring look in his hazel eyes.

“You want to go on a date with me?” She asked, just to be sure.

“Tonight, preferably.” Azriel said, throwing a cup into the air with an ease that spoke of years of experience.

Elain choked, laughing in disbelief. “Tonight?”

He looked up, all pure charm and wicked smiles. “That dress looks too fucking good on you for you to go home alone.”

Elain couldn’t help but giggle. “You sound very cocky.” Never mind that her entire body was heating up with his every word.

“Yes or no, Elain?”

She bit her lip, unsure. Wasn’t it crass of her to go on a date with another man only hours after being stood up? Elain wasn’t entirely sure what the protocol was in this situation, but she couldn’t exactly say no when everything in her was screaming at her to say yes, go. Truth be told, any thoughts of gingers and missed chances had been long gone. Everything seemed to start and end in the way Azriel, the bartender, was staring at her in the dim-lighted bar. And like Feyre always said, sometimes you needed to take hold of your own destiny.

“Yes.” She said, and Elain was sure she had never sounded so certain in her life. Maybe tomorrow she’d regretted and maybe in 10 years she would look back and think fondly of the one night she decided to be a bit brave and trust the rugged bartender who looked at her with wicked promises in his hazel eyes. Whatever outcome it all had, Elain felt absolutely no regret as she watched Azriel smile, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

And as she watched him pour drink after drink into a steel jigger, pouring liquids into a shaker as if this was just another drink, she knew that no matter the drink he made, Elain would be leaving the bar with him. Because sometimes things just felt right, and sometimes a failed date meant more than being left stranded in an unknown bar. And maybe to Azriel this was just another night – maybe this was something he did often. As a bartender, Elain assumed he had no shortage of pretty girls trying to convince him into a wild night. And yet, it didn’t feel like it was just any other night for him either – not as he kept glancing at her, a smile curving his lips every time he found her, as if relieved she hadn’t left yet. And Elain did not blush. She absolutely did not feel herself coming out of her skin as she watched his biceps bulge as he shook the shaker, and she definitely didn’t squirm in her seat every time those hazel eyes flickered in her direction with a promise that sent heat to her core.

Elain took a shaky breath as he began to pour a red drink into an empty glass in front of her, a sprig of spearmint and a few raspberries sitting prettily on top. Elain eyed her drink dubiously, avoiding Azriel’s watchful gaze. A shot of adrenaline went through her and Elain bit her lip as she eyed the fruit floating on top of her drink.

“What is it?” She twisted the glass around, watching as tiny bubbles danced to the top of the glass.

“Exactly what you need.” Azriel answered simply, making Elain chuckle in disbelief. Her cheeks probably resembled the exact colour of the drink in front of her and Elain wondered if the way his eyes flickered from the drink to her face meant he was noticing it as well.

She raised an eyebrow. “What makes you believe you know what I need, Azriel?” She wouldn’t tell him how he was most likely correct – how raspberries were her favourite fruit.

He shrugged, unbothered by her scepticism. “We can say it’s bartender’s intuition.”

Elain smiled, intrigued. “But what is it, really?”

“Stop stalling, beautiful.” He nodded towards the drink, urging her to take a sip. With little doubt he had nailed it, Elain did.

An explosion of flavour burst in her mouth, and it was all Elain could do not to react to the delicious drink in front of her. The tartness of the raspberry and the hint of lemon mixed perfectly with the sweetness of whatever liquor Azriel had chosen. The freshness of the spearmint kept the drink from being too sweet and – no matter how unbelievable it seemed – it was everything Elain loved. She didn’t know how, but it was everything she needed.

Azriel’s eyes didn’t leave hers, cautious hope clear in his face as he waited for her verdict. Elain wasn’t sure what kind of expression she had on her face, but before she could even say a word, Azriel’s shoulders sagged, and a brilliant smile took over his face.

“So?” He asked anyway, as if needing to hear it coming from her mouth.

Elain finally let herself smile, impressed and a little turned on by how fucking good he was. “What is this drink called?” She asked instead, stalling once again. Because she wasn’t sure what it all meant, but she knew it was more than just a drink.

Azriel huffed, a bit exasperated. “Really?” He groaned, making Elain chuckle.

“Just indulge me, please.”

“It’s called Kismet.” He shrugged, as if his words didn’t send her heart tumbling down her tummy. “It’s an invention of mine.” Elain could’ve sworn his cheeks darkened a bit. Still, his eyes never left hers.

Elain smiled sweetly, making herself comfortable where she sat. Azriel watched her with amusement. “Well, you can make me another one since I’ll be waiting for a while.” She said, eyeing the clock. The bar would close soon enough but Elain didn’t mind waiting. She didn’t mind waiting at all. “Seems to me we’re going on a date, Azriel.”

#elriel month #silver linings and raspberry fortunes #elriel #pro elriel #elain archeron #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #Bartender AU #Bartender Azriel #my writing #elrielmonth2024

[blacklesbothatlovestowrite]

On My Mama Pt. 7 (Things I Hate About You)

Tags: @mixedfandxms @shurislover @sweetalittleselfish-honey @desswright29 @cutttteeee @onyxstones-world @katymae12344 @doramilaj233 @sweetalittleselfish-honey @6-noir @khara876 @she-is-my-unrequited-love34 @teadah18 @un-deniable-me3 @anayaperry @lppriceisright

“Not gonna lie… I can’t fault you for fucking the OG. She fine af.” Riri whispered to Shuri as they watched You and your mother stare each other down. You’d walked up to the door, pushing Riri out of the way and had been staring your mother down for what felt like hours but was mere minutes.

“Riri, shut the fuck up.” Shuri hissed, irritated that all her effort was going to be demolished by this one moment.

“Ion know why you mad for, you got to fuck on the OG and you fucking on Y/n now. You greedy bitch.” Riri rolled her eyes. Not that she wanted to mess with your mother. She was aware the woman was attractive but she had nothing on you. You were gorgeous, smart, opinionated as hell and kind even though you tried to pretend you weren’t and that you didn’t care about anything or anyone.

“Are you not going to invite me in?” Your mother asked, her tone was sickly sweet. A tone you knew all too well. It was her nice nasty tone.

“No.” You finally spoke.

“No?” She repeated as if shocked.

“No!” You hissed, and slammed the door in her face.

“Oh shit.” Riri laughed in disbelief. She didn’t know what to expect but that surely wasn’t it.

“Y/n…” Shuri called but you ignored her as you opened the door to see your mother still standing there with a shocked look on her face.

“The nerve you have to come here is astounding!” You snap. Months of ignoring her and trying to pretend she didn’t exist hadn’t prepared you for the rage you felt at seeing her again. “You’re nothing but a selfish bitch! Never in your life have you ever been a decent person! You come here and for what? To make amends so that you feel better about yourself?! Fuck you! I told you I never wanted to see you again and you seem to think what? That I misspoke ? My DAD is DEAD, and I wish it were YOU! You are not a mother! You don’t know the first thing about being a mother! And if you think I’m being emotional or that I don’t mean what I’m saying hear me when I say… I FUCKING HATE YOU! I ALWAYS HAVE! DAD IS THE ONLY REASON I EVER RESPECTED YOU EVEN WHEN YOU TREATED ME AS IF I WERE MERELY THE SHIT ON THE BOTTOM OF YOUR SHOES YOU HOMOPHOBIC HYPOCRITE WHORE !”

Shuri and Riri shared a look of astonishment as they watched you crash out. You were visibly shaking, your eyes narrowed and your words emphasized with great contempt. Neither knew what to say or do as they’d never seen you this angry.

Your mother said nothing as she took in your words. Her jaw clenched and her eyes tightened as she stared at you in utter disbelief.

“Get the fuck away from my apartment and slither back to whatever fucking gutter you crawled out from!” You spoke again, wanting her to get just how much you wanted her to leave.

* WHAP *

You stare at your mother in shock as she slapped you so hard, you bit your tongue.

“You clearly have lost your mind! You do NOT talk to me like that!” She shouted.

“Fuc—“

* WHAP *

You grinded your teeth to keep from hitting her back, as she glared at you. She’d never put her hands on you before, she’d never dare with the way your father was about you.

“I’ve given you more than enough time to get your act together. I am your mother and you will respect me! I brought your ungrateful, spoiled and entitled ass into this world.” She eyes you, her mouth setting in a line.

“Entitled? Me? Clearly being a whore and a hypocrite isn’t enough. You had to add delusional to the list as well.” You spat, furious at her words.

“Y/n, I’m trying not to put my hands on you. I did not come here for this. Your father would be so disappointed with —“

* BOOP *

“Don’t talk about my fucking dad!” You punched her straight in the nose, hearing the crack.

Shuri quickly moved to grab you as Riri grabbed your mother as the two of you moved to hit each other. You had no love lost for the woman. That died when your dad died. You tried to be cordial and respectful and perfect for her and all she ever did was shit on it. Your dad pushed you to respect her, to love her even when she made it hard for you to.

“YOU. ARE. NOT. MY. MOTHER. YOU. DON’T. KNOW. HOW. TO. BE. ONE!!!!!” You screamed, fighting against Shuri’s hold.

“You excel at playing a victim, Y/n.” Your mother shakes her head. “Everything isn’t always about you. You’re angry because your little childhood crush fucked me? Baby girl, I am everyone’s childhood crush. Grow up and stop with this nonsense.”

Riri’s eyes widened as she stared at Shuri. She was shocked at the audacity your mother had. The whole argument between the two of you was absolutely absurd and it was getting more ridiculous with every rebuttal.

Shuri simply raised a brow. She had known absolutely nothing of your mother until she threw herself at her the night at the club. While she could admit your mother was gorgeous, she was no different from the many women that tried to get her attention. You were the only one besides Riri that showed her that you were more than just your looks.

She actually respected you and Riri. Something she couldn’t say for the plethora of women she’d fucked or whom had tried to throw themselves at her unsuccessfully.

Shuri was unsure where your mother got the idea that she was such hot shit. She literally fucked her in that club and walked away like it was nothing. In fact she took a completely different woman home the same night.

While she could admit your mother was good, and very attractive. Shuri remembered how much she hated how the woman ran her mouth. She literally fucked her from the back and choked her to get her to shut the fuck up. She’d fucked her several times in an hour after she’d finally shut her mouth.

The woman was a functioning drunk that talked a little too much about shit no stranger should have been privy to. Many things she felt you should have been aware of but it wasn’t her place to speak on anything. Let alone try to mend fences especially considering you were just getting on good terms with her.

“You’re bragging about being fucked like a two dollar whore in a club bathroom?!” You laughed, not even able to be angry at her words.

Weird flex but ok….

“Did you not fuck that girl in a car in middle school?” Your mother reminded you, a smirk on her lips. “You were always to fast for your age and yet here you are trying to shame me? I am grown.”

“Well it takes a whore to know one. As you said, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” You returned her smirk. You were far from a whore but if she thought that would hurt you, she was sadly mistaken.

“You fucked up a good thing with a good man and yet here you stand with no remorse. Talking about being fucked by the same person you cheated with. You’re literal garbage. Not even worth my time. Get out and don’t come back.” You relaxed in Shuri’s hold, not even willing to continue with whatever this was.

“Y—“

You cut her off by holding up a hand. “Leave!”

Riri forces her towards the door and slams the door, locking it. She didn’t like the fact you both were disrespecting each other but even less that she as the mother was egging the situation on rather than trying to stop it.

Her mother would never act like that. She would never talk to her mother like that either but she also knew everybody was different and circumstances were different for everyone. The whole situation made her feel the ick. She felt like your mother was weird for fucking with anyone her daughter’s age, just off how she’d feel if that were her mother.

Then add to it how she was acting and what she was saying. The mere thought of her and her mother in a similar situation made her feel sick. She didn’t know who to side with as far as she saw it in her mind you both were wrong. Your mother for talking to you crazy and even more so for hitting you in the face. There was never any need for a parent to hit a child in the face. She’d never get behind that.

You were wrong in her eyes for disrespecting your mother. It didn’t matter what your mother did in her relationship with your father, it was between them not you. She could understand your loyalty to your father but it had nothing to do with you beyond how he died. You had every right to be upset but disrespecting her was wrong.

You both clearly needed A LOT of therapy in her opinion but she wouldn’t hold her breath on that happening anytime soon, if at all. For it to get physical like it did made it clear that reconciliation was far out of reach.

-

A few hours later You, Shuri and Riri are lounging on Shuri’s California King Bed. Shuri thought it was a good idea to smoke the bad day away. So you all were getting high and drinking. A bad combo, but one you needed.

“Why do you hate yo ma dukes so much? It’s gotta be more than just the cheating and the death of your pops.” Riri says, blowing smoke out as she stared at you.

“She’s not what she portrays herself to be. She’s homophobic, emotionally and verbally abusive. She belittles me any chance she got. My father was the buffer between us, she was always on her best behavior around him.” You roll your eyes as you take the blunt from Riri and take a long hit.

“You know today’s the first time she ever put her hands on me?” You laugh hysterically. “The scary bitch would have never if my dad was still here.”

“I’m sorry.” Shuri says, as she rubs your back. She took the blunt from you and took a hit, fighting the urge to ask the many questions she had on her mind. She hated when people tried to get deep with her so she’d be a hypocrite to do it to you.

“I don’t know what I did to make her hate me so much.” You teared up. You’d always thought it might have been the gay thing but when she fucked Shuri you knew it wasn’t that. “But I’m past the point of caring. I hate her just as much as she hates me so we’re even.”

“She could die tomorrow and I’d be like ‘She died? Hope that bitch is dead as hell!” You continued ranting, taking a huge swig of the Wakandan alcohol Shuri had.

Riri frowned but said nothing. She didn’t like that but if that was how you felt then that’s how you felt. She could see now that you had a lot of rage and resentment build inside of you towards your mother. If you couldn’t forgive your mother, how could you ever forgive her?

“Shuri, I wanna fuck.” You whined, climbing on her lap and straddling her legs.

Riri looked at the two of you in jealousy. She hated how things had taken a turn for the worse. She really liked you and she felt sick at how she fucked up. She still couldn’t get the look on your face out of her head.

You leaned up to whisper in her ear. “I wanna fuck Riri too.” You giggled at the look on her face.

“Y/n, you sure ?” She asked.

“I don’t have to like the bitch to fuck her.” You shrugged, you didn’t like Riri. You were sticking to that, even if you didn’t entirely believe that.

You climbed off of Shuri’s lap and started to strip, watching the way Riri’s hooded eyes followed your movements.

“Everyone’s doing reckless and trifling shit and I believe in that saying ‘if you can’t beat em, join em’ so, why not fuck you both.” You said, nonchalantly.

You were attracted to them both, and you were in the mood for some reckless behavior.

“Of course you don’t have to.” You give them both the option but you knew they wouldn’t deny you. They fucked each other many times before, and you were sure while they both wanted to fuck you; this was more exhilarating.

“You need therapy.” Riri shook her head, looking away from you.

She wanted you badly but not this way. If it was purely about sex she would have taken you up on the offer. She honestly could have pressed you harder and had your legs opened back when you didn’t hate her. She actually liked you, and she knew deep down you were still angry and hurt at her actions.

Fucking you wouldn’t change anything and she refused to be involved in toxicity. While her previous actions were toxic, she knew she was wrong immediately after and sought out her old therapist to gain some help and to take accountability for her wrongdoing.

She could see that you were in a downward spiral of self destruction and despite how much Shuri may like you. She was enabling the bad behavior. You used sex as a way to gain affection and hide your pain, it was easy to see and she was not willing to contribute to it.

When she’d initially made the bet with Shuri on who would be the first to have you, she had no real intention of going through with it. She’d merely wanted Shuri to stop the drunken whoring she was prone to.

And like she figured. Shuri stopped fucking random women and focused solely on getting your attention. She may have flirted with other women to get under your skin but she hadn’t touched another woman since the day you’d met.

Going back to therapy unleashed a bunch of things she hadn’t fully thought about. Like what led to her immature and petty actions. Or why she tried her best to look out for Shuri and be her stress relief when things got too much and she got sick of other people. Or why she was willing to sacrifice any relationship with you if it meant Shuri being happy.

She was still dealing with unresolved guilt from when she had unwillingly unleashed that psycho fish man on Wakanda. The Queen’s death still weighed on her, despite her trying to bury the feelings and thoughts that sometimes plagued her.

Therapy showed that she purposely sabotaged her relationship with you because she didn’t feel she deserved you. She felt she owed it to Shuri to help you open up and heal so the two of you could be together, even if it killed her inside.

It also unearthed her loyalty to Shuri in a way that her therapist said worried her. Riri spent every waking minute of the day focused on how she could better your day or Shuri’s. Her projects and vigilante work suffered, though her therapist knew nothing of her secret identity.

She felt slightly burnt out but it still didn’t compare to the guilt she felt at what Shuri had lost due to her. Nothing would ever make them even but Riri had vowed to always try to make things better for Shuri no matter what.

“I didn’t ask for Dr Phil.” You level her with a glare. There was no way she was denying you after all the ass kissing she’d done.

“Look, you can accept that fact or not but the truth remains the same. You need help, and I just want to be your friend. I care about you Y/n. Whether you believe that or not.” Riri sighs, before heading out of Shuri’s room and closing the door.

“Do you think I need help?” You ask, climbing back on top of Shuri.

“Absolutely.” Shuri nods, placing a kiss on your neck. “And I’m just the person to give it to you.”

You squeal as she flips you over so she is hovering over you.

#SoundCloud #shuri black panther #princess shuri #shuri x fem!reader #shuri smut #shuri udaku #riri x you #shuri x black!reader #riri wiliams x reader #riri williams #riri x reader

[landofgay]

realizing how different I am to the average person I guess

#didnt think this was that weird tho.... but i suppose its why i havent dated in years #so my one friend dates a Lot lol shes always dating someone new (and honestly good for her idk how she found so many dates in this town) #but today we were talking about My Guy and she was like 'so do you guys have things in common?' like. genuinely asking. #babe. we went on 2 dates and have been talking for 2 weeks of course we have common interests.... #are u dating people u have nothing in common with?????? #then later she told me what was going on with her last guy and i just was like. #damn i dont think Anyone is at fault here but you guys clearly dont mesh so why do u keep trying this relationship 🥴 #but whatever!!! i wont judge her she can do what she likes!! i just want her to be happy and not moping over Some Guy #anyways. i knew my approach to dating was different but god #like i could never just 'go on a date #i need to get to know someone first #we got to know each other for a full week before we went out and there was another full week of getting to know each other before we #went on a second date #(todays our third date 🥰🥰🥰🥰) #but its just been nice that we already kinda knew each other for almost a year thru the store #and then started to chat a bit before we matched #and then had a couple weeks and dates to get to know each other before we kissed #and like. i know i struggled a lot with understanding the difference between romantic and platonic attraction #but if its romantic it does seem to just. Work. and feel Right #my platonic/romantic mixups (ive had 3 big ones) whenever i tried making them romantic felt so forced and wrong #its like. we are getting to know each other in a non romantic specific way but we also know we will probably #end up dating since we met on tinder and not somewhere else 🥲 #anywaysssss #i think im just. whatever that one sexuality is where u need to establish a STRONG connection before u csn actually have #like. romantic feelings/trust/etcetc

[anonaddy]

A little story with me and my dad :3

#So basically both me and my dad are aroace #He may not agree with the rest of my identity but this is a big step! #So we were talking about the world and stuff and he started kinda talking about amatnorativity #I decided maybe i could pitch in so i did and eventually i told him that he doesnt have to worry about me cause im aroace #I was very scared but then he said that thats how he was with my mom #They went 8 months being close friends before he felt attracted to her #So in thoery hes demiromantic and demisexual but also somewhere on the spectrums beyond that #But him relating to me and validating me even on the smallest part of my identity made me almost cry since ive never heard that from anyone #I really enjoyed making this little post of how i connected with my dad thanks if you read all the way through love you all! <3 #Aroace

[silverxcristal]

🍁 and 🌱

THANK YOU 😭

🍁 - When did you first realize you were queer?

I begin to hang out with friends I met online when I was 14-15, lots of anime conventions and excuses to hang out. Some of them were gay, I find it cool since it was the first time I met lgbt people (my only exposure was through fiction)

There was a girl in the group who I really admired, thought she was cool, I wanted to be close to her and be like equals and partners in crime sort of thing, we rp a lot I had fun. It took me some weird struggle to realize I had a crush on her, mainly due jealousy she connected more with people around her age. I consider that a baby crush and my first "Oh I might not be straight" remarkable moment

🌱 - How would your younger self act if your current self told them they were queer?

She would be shocked and a bit in denial, probably remark she had liked boys and ""dated"" two online and she just "don't find boys pretty until gets to meet them better and fall in love with his soul" thats called demiromantic honey

I was exposed to mlm and wlw through y//aoi and yu//ri so I sadly urhjfnd did learn some things wrong that i didnt knew was bad until I was older and got it explained. It would be interesting to see lil Javi be weirded out at the idea of liking girls?

#ask #lgbt #its been a few years since i talk to the AP. im always grateful that she never ever did anything weird with me and my crush #i never told her but i feel i was obvious sisbsuiss the closest she mention it was one time on a attraction park #she sit with me away from everybody and told me how not everybody who is in a relationship is really dating. some people dont get attached #and can separate emotions and feelings from the more physical and body pleasures #(she had a open relationship i remember. and said she could be with other people but not commit) #as an adult i felt that was her way to tell me to not mess around and be naive #i have got offered to like- mess around? i never did i always prefeered commitment. and the one time i did i remembered her and stopped #idk is just lil things as a chilean lesbian...

[ranger-kellyn]

for the "i like my partner to be clingy" crowd: i have never understood this sentiment. even as someone who was clingy! from my side, clingy is the culmination of, "i feel insecure, i feel like i could lose you at any given second, i don't trust you 100% if i'm not around you, i don't trust the intentions of most people who approach you--"

it's super unhealthy and makes for a rotten relationship foundation. do you really want someone to feel all of that about you? do you really want a relationship that has at least one side constantly walking on eggshells?

#pretty sure this was why things didn't work out with the woman i was seeing back in 2019 #she told me she liked her girls clingy and whatnot and i didn't have the willingness to say it then but... #she never made me feel the need to be clingy! not once!! not for a second!! #she was safe and secure and calm #i never once felt the need to fight for her attention like that #i trusted her to be where she said she was and do what she said she would -- bc she had proved that trust to me #thankfully i had also recently read a book about attachment theory/styles and knew i had an anxious attachment style #at first i was worried i wasn't attracted to her bc i didn't feel that ✨sPaRk✨ #but all that spark is your attachment style being triggered (or lack of being triggered in my case) #maybe in some cases when someone says they want clingy they mean they want someone who actually shows up listens and is supportive #otherwise i strongly recommend reading into attachment styles - specifically anxious or even avoidant #talking tag

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Try Me

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Warnings: suggestive

"Lan, c'mon..please don't go." You whined tightening your grip on Lando's shirt. "Stay with me"

"Baby, I want to, believe me, I do, but I told you I promised your brother to go out with him tonight. Why don't you come along with us?" He asked holding your cheeks between his hands and leaving a kiss on the tip of your nose.

"Because I want to spend some time alone with you. Why can't he go out with Charles or anyone else?"

"Charles is not feeling well, and besides, it will be suspicious if I turn him down for the second time today." He explained trying to get some sense into you, but you just decided to be a brat today because, well, you just felt like it. You wanted his attention. You needed his attention.

"Fine. Go with him then. I don't care." You pouted crossing your arms and turning your gaze away from him.

"Y/n.." He sighed turning your chin with his finger making you look at him. "I'm trying my best to spend as much time as possible with you here. If Carlos knew I spent the whole day with his sister in her hotel room I'd probably be a dead man right now. So if you want me alive, you gotta let me go now okay?"

Everything Lando said made sense. It's true that Carlos would haunt Lando for the rest of his life if he knew that he had been seeing his 5 years younger sister for over 6 months now. It's also true that Lando is a bit torn between the two of you. He doesn't want any trouble with his best friend, but he also doesn't want to even think about having to stop seeing you.

Lando and you were not in a relationship, well, not officially, you didn't call it a relationship because you were forbidden to him. You had been seeing each other for half a year and both of you knew that there was something more between you, more than just sex although you never put a label on it. The more time passed the more you liked each other and wanted to spend more time together so it got harder to keep it a secret.

"Give me a kiss" He said leaning down to your lips. You hesitate for a second, but give in rolling your eyes which Lando doesn't take very well. "No, no, don't do that."

You ignore him and head towards the bathroom not wanting to wait until he leaves your room. You just wanted to show your dissatisfaction with all your might.

"I'll talk to you later okay?"

"Whatever" You muttered before slamming the bathroom door shut.

Later that night, Lando was texting you just to check up on you, to see what you're doing, to see how you're spending your time without him and you decided to continue being a brat for the rest of the night. Because you just felt like it today.

'Just took a shower. Think I'm gonna go check up on Charles since he's not feeling well'

You replied smirking knowing that you mentioning Charles would completely push his buttons with you tonight. Ever since Carlos introduced you to them, both Charles and Lando have been trying to flirt with you. Only Charles has been doing it directly and Lando was more subtle with it. Lando was always more mysterious about it, that's probably the reason why you were attracted to him and not Charles.

So ever since he got his eyes on you, he hated that Charles was trying to get your attention. He hated that he was still doing it and yet he couldn't do anything about it because you two were a well kept secret.

'Oh really? Carlos and I saw him. He's just fine so you don't have to do that.'

He was replying back to your messages within seconds. You knew he was going crazy about it.

'Well, I'm gonna go check anyway'

Of course you weren't gonna go. You were all ready for bed, but since you didn't get what you wanted tonight, you decided to play with his head a little.

'Y/n..You have nothing to look for in his room'

'I mean it's not like I have a boyfriend if you really think about it. So..I don't think it would be inappropriate, no? '

'I can hear the attitude through the text. Fix it, before I fuck it out of you.'

His text sent shivers through your body. You threw your head back against your pillow sighing and reminiscing the way this morning the bed was squeaking beneath you two.

'I don't think you're gonna do anything about it'

'Oh, try me then'

#lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris fanfic #lando x reader #lando norris smut #lando norris #carlos sainz #charles leclerc #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 fic

[thewinchestah]

"PREY" - Alastor x reader fic

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: One-Shot, 18+, Smut, NSFW, edging, begging, overstimulation, Alastor does what he wants, there's plot if you squint really hard, alastor in heat, breeding kink, degradation kink, praise kink,

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Word Count: i lost count. it's big.

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A/N: Helloooooo!!! I write a lot but i never publish it! My lovely friend and also biggest inspiration for this fic @smallershorteranduncut ordered me to post this and i'm nothing but her loyal servent! I hope you guys enjoy the fruits of me writing 10 google docs pages today while i was enraged. Also english isn't my first language, no beta we die like men here yadayayfayada! enjoy &lt;;3 (UPDATE!) Part 2 is now up!

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Everything about the Radio Demon seemed to be designed to make you desire him, want him. Many times in ways you weren’t even ready to admit to yourself. You haven’t been in Hell long, that’s true. But ever since you manifested here you felt like someone had picked your brain open to make Alastor the perfect bait to lure you into even more sinful, sinister paths. 

He had an inexplicable magnetism around him, a piercing presence that made your eyes stuck on him when he worked a room. He had you bewitched and you hadn’t share more than polite pleasantries with each other since you became a guest at the hotel.

Today, again, you were transfixed in his gaze. Sitting in the corner of the hotel lobby, trying to make your embarrassing attraction to him go unnoticed while Alastor waltzed across the room explaining more of his wicked plans to Charlie. God, how you wish he had his wicked way with you. 

He seemed more… on edge today. His red eyes  glowed a little brighter, his nostrils flared a bit more, static filling the room more often, he was smiling with almost barred teeth, and everyone seemed to be avoiding him. Even Charlie was trying to politely dismiss him, the general feeling of uneasiness inside the hotel  just growing larger when Angel stationed himself near your little corner of the room. 

“Don’t go near that creepy motherfucker today, he’s about to lose it.”  Angel alerted, almost whispering, a pair of his hands making the “crazy sign” near his head 

“Isn’t he always creepy and about to lose it?” Husk added, staring at the exchange between the radio demon and Charlie.

“I’m telling you toots, I know that guy definitely isn't normal, but today he is borderline a mass extinction event. I swear, he’s just waiting for someone to give him the excuse” Angel replied, confirming your suspicions. Something was off.

“Uh. Well, about that, I think it’s time we rescue Charlie” 

As if on cue Charlie turned to the corner of the room, gesticulating really hard to be taken away from the small commotion her conversation with Alastor was becoming. 

“Hey Charlie, do you remember that thing with the hotel’s… personalized stationery you asked me to help you today? Let’s do it!” Said angel gently guiding Charlie away from the Radio Demon.

“Guess that’s my cue Alastor! Greaaaaat chat! As always! Have a nice day!! Byeee!” Charlie’s overly chirpy tone giving away her uneasiness. 

Suddenly it felt like all the air was taken out of the room. Alastor’s neck turned into an ungodly angle, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Static grew around the group, almost suffocating. As your vision went blurry from the sheer power that was being evoked, you contemplated if there was another afterlife. Preferably one where you didn’t inherit a death wish from your previous ones.

And as quick as it started, it was over. 

Alastor just said a creepy “hm” turned on his hell, and walked away. 

It almost felt like it was all in your head, but your friends standing perfectly still and dead silent next to you gave the reality of the situation away: everyone just had a near death-death experience. Maybe it would be a good topic for Charlie’s bonding exercises, who knows with this place. 

“I told ya’ll. Mass. Extinction. Event. Stay out the psycho’s way”

Angel’s voice became background noise in your head, your eyes focusing on the spot where Alastor just threatened everybody’s life without saying a word. As the voices dissipated around you and normalcy slowly returned to the hotel, your mind sank deeper and deeper into the mystery that was the Radio Demon. 

-

They were so oblivious, so naive. Thinking he wasn’t listening what they said about him behind his back. Thinking he was unaware of him being the topic of the discussion when he wasn’t looking. He could bathe in the smell of their fear, and he was relishing it. 

Alastor stared at the new pretty little thing that arrived at the hotel. Oh how pathetically sweet and innocent she was, thinking she was being subtle about her infatuation with him. Thinking she could hide her interest in him, when she was nothing but a doe caught in the headlights of his eyes. Oh, she was just the perfect prey for him, wrapped in this lovely red bow she wore on her hair. 

Angel was right, he was just waiting for an excuse, and she just offered him one on a silver platter. And alastor was everything but a coward. 

-

You cursed a little bit louder than you intended when you saw the blood dripping from your finger. “Stop. making. a. spectacle. of. yourself” you mentally screamed. You still could not figure Charlie’s “special stationary stapler” out, so stapling your finger was bound to happen. 

Even though it was not much, the silly little cut was stinging like a bitch, and your best efforts to stop the bleeding were futile, considering the mess on the hem of your skirt. Still high on the adrenaline from earlier, your shaking hands searched for something, anything to put on your finger so you could continue your work without anyone noticing. Everyone already had enough for one day, it was fine. 

“My dear, did you just hurt yourself?” Alastor’s voice invaded your ears. Oh, fuck. That’s it, he was going to murder you for being so incompetent with the damned stapler.

Turning to face him, you meet his piercing gaze, not sure if you should run and scream for help. “Oh no worries alastor, it’s just a small cut, i can manage!” you give him your most confident smile. 

Alastor’s head tilts, eyes burning red as he watches the small droplets of your blood make their way down your index finger.  

“Nonsense, I can't have my staff running around with injuries and bloodied clothes. We are in hell, but we are not savages, dear” He seems transfixed by the blood, and you are too scared to move, too scared to anything other than hold the weight of his gaze and hope for the best. Your lizard brain is screaming for you to run, ask for help. Maybe Charlie isn’t too far away, could you make a run for it? Somehow your survival instincts override your brain, maybe all those hours watching true crime back on earth weren’t in vain, and you decide against running. Let him initiate first. 

He catches your wrist, trapping it inside his deadly claws. His face, towering over you, comes all the way down to inspect the offending finger. You can feel his breathing on your skin. 

Your breathing stops. You swallow an imaginary lump. He’s gonna bite off your fing-

“Would you be a doll and let me take care of it? Blood being unnecessary wasted truly abhors me” 

You must have said yes at some point, you don’t really remember, now you are holding the red handkerchief he handed  you, answering his request to “please follow him”. Trailing behind the Radio Demon, both of you walk through the large corridors. 

This might be the time to scream for help. the voices inside your head warn. With every step of his feet you hear his microphone going tsk tsk tsk where it touches the ground. You are walking the death row, the paintings on the wall chanting “dead woman walking, dead woman walking”. 

“Keep pressuring the wound darling, we are almost there” he gently commands you, too gently… it feels almost… soft, pleading. The way Alastor goes from 0 to 100 is giving you whiplash. 

He slows down, reaching for the door knob of an unknown room. Ever the gentleman, he gestures for you to enter first.

the door locks behind you.

 if i’m being murdered, at least i’m being murdered with class. 

“Don’t be silly, I’m not going to murder you” Alastor says, almost singing the last part of the sentence. 

“Oh fuck, i said that out loud, didn’t I?” you blurted out 

“Yes you did. And yes, I also noticed your lovely doe eyes on me every time i’m in the room” 

Your brain short circuits. That 's it. You are dead. He’s not going to murder you (apparently), but you are going to die of embarrassment. It will feel like murder. He knows, fuck, he knows. He knows about your crush (?) and he’s going to drag you for it. You are going to be so dragged the angels will pity you and bring you to heaven. A creative way to be redeemed, Charlie should know about this. Your thoughts are going downhill as a big snowball, there are too many of them and you can’t follow a single coherent train of thought. You don’t even want to know how you look in the middle of this. You must look pathetic, truly like a doe caught in headlights. And then you hear your name once.

Twice now, in a sing-song voice.

Your eyes fly open towards the sound, breaking from the anxiety induced spell as you realize the Radio Demon had just called you, by name. He knows your name???

“Ah hahah! You’re back.” Alastor says, as he starts to circle you like a predator. Your eyes, as always, follow his across the room.

 “I don’t like to repeat myself, little doe. You heard what I asked?” 

Again, you don’t really remember answering, your brain is going AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA as you watch him pace around you, eyes burning red, demanding your attention. Teeth slightly barred, voice on the edge of something. Was that “X” on his forehead always there?

“I asked if you know what you are doing to me” static fills the room as he finishes speaking. Alastor’s clawed hand trapped your bloodied finger dangerously close to his grinning lips. Your brain is doing flips as he stares deep into your soul, and when your thoughts land you make the connection. Alastor is horny. Alastor is horny for y-

“You see, little doe, I know what your eyes hide when you desperately lower them everytime I come near you. I know how you feel you can hide in plain sight if you stay quiet enough. But I can taste it. Your fear. Your lust. In the air. In your blood.” He has a white knuckled grip on your wrist now, same with his microphone. You lower your guard, eyes going from startled to lustful. “Good thing right now there’s nothing more i want in this godforsaken pit than your lust, pet”

You want this. There’s no point in lying to yourself. You want Alastor to fuck you. You’ve fantasized about the Radio Demon taking you more times than you can count. More times than you would like to admit to yourself. This feels deeply wrong, but you crave it. 

Fuck it, you are in hell, there’s nothing to lose. Alastor is still watching you, impatiently. For the first time today you realize you actually forgot to say something. He’s waiting. Alastor is waiting for your permission. 

“Take my breath away, Alastor” 

Your permission might have been really loud, it felt like you were screaming the words. But you can’t be sure, it might have been a whisper. Either way he didn’t miss it, what happens next is fast, angry and delicious. 

Alastor pounces and licks the blood on your finger, something clicks inside him as he tastes the red liquid, because he lets go of his microphone instantly and his arms grab your waist aggressively, so forceful you wouldn’t be surprised if it breaks skin. You shouldn’t be so turned on by this, by the sight of a psychopathic demon drinking your blood. But you are, and there’s no going back. 

“Strip” he orders. You want to say to him that you can’t take your clothes off your person with him holding you like this. He must have realized the conundrum: if he wants you naked, he has to let go of you. To Alastor, letting go of you right now is simply unthinkable. So he doesn’t: you feel his claws cut the bodice of your dress open, sending the most delicious shivers down your spine. Another claw rips your skirt apart, and you are almost fully naked in the Radio Demon’s arms, pressing your body hard on his still impeccable dressed body.

It’s humiliating, it’s dangerous, it’s hot, it is delicious, to be at his complete mercy, just how you always wanted.

Somehow both of you made your way close to the enormous bed in the middle of the room. Alastor cornered you, so the only way you could escape was walking backwards towards the bed. The brilliant bastard. 

You feel your calves hitting the edge of the bed, and Alastor breaks away.

 Pity, your mind complains. Get him back to touching you again. right. now,.

“Now now, we should establish some rules for this, pet” Alastor’s hands might have stopped touching you, but his piercing eyes never did. He knocks you on top of the bed, you lay there sprawled open just for him. His hands move up to do a quick work of his bowtie

“Rule one: you will take what I give you. Nothing more, nothing less. What I give you is enough. You might feel like you can’t take anymore, but you can. You will take it, I will make you take it” He takes his tailcoat off, his frame towering over you, even with your body completely flat on the mattress and his in front of it. 

“ Rule two: every ounce of your pleasure is mine and mine only. Mine to give, mine to take. And you will give me everything. I want to hear every sound, to feel every touch, to know every nasty thought that runs inside that pretty little head of yours. You will not suppress anything, I wanna hear your moans when you make a mess of yourself as I take everything I desire from your delicious body. I will relish on your desperate screams of pleasure.Nothing outside these walls matter” He is climbing on the bed now. You hold the weight of his gaze, underneath your demonic lover’s eyes your skin burns.

“Rule three: don’t you dare cum without my permission, good girls earn their orgasms and you will be a good girl. Or else…” static starts to pick up around the room, you are seeing the blackest black that ever was, his shadows enveloping you both. Nothing outside these walls matter. “Understood?” Alastor says as he pins your hands on top of your head, against the fancy headboard. His hand cups one of your boobs and he is worrying your nipple between his sharp claws. finally finally, your mind sings. You feel a surge of magic binding your wrists in green chains, attached to the headboard. It’s overbearing, it’s ridiculous. His magic feels like him, another part of him for you to take.

He pinches your nipple particularly hard and you moan softly, pleasure and pain consuming any other sensation. You forgot to answer him, you realize. You’ve barely started and you are already being bad. “yes alastor, yes.. but please don’t stop” the soft whimper leaves your lips.

“lovely.” he replies, and with that his mouth is on your nipple, sucking it while he administers his wicked ministrations to your other one. His sharp teeth prickling on the edge of breaking skin, and you already feel like you won’t be able to take all of him. 

His hand trails down to aggressively grip your thighs, his tongue sucking the neglected nipple his fingers left. Your moans become frequent and messy, if he’s already making you go insane with the beginnings of foreplay... You might pass out and die when he starts fucking you, but you don’t care. Let him show you the true meaning of la petite mort.

“My my, what do we have here” his hand leaves your thigh to trace the wetness of your panties. A clawed finger rips it apart, the last barrier between you and total consumption by the Radio Demon. He takes the finger between your glistening lips, not entering, just teasing 

“I don’t think i will get enough of this pretty little body of ours anytime soon, pet” he says as his finger finally enters your sex, He moves his digit with an expertise you didn’t really know he had in him,  making you whimper his name, ooohs and aaaahs, your hips start threshing from the pleasure. If you continue at this pace, you will be  begging for permission to cum too soon. Pathetic. you think to yourself. Because you know how hard this building orgasm will be,you don’t know if he will grant you more than one orgasm. And will you murder you yourself if you don’t feel his cock inside you tonight. You take a deep breath in between your moans and will your hips to stay in place, your nerves to calm down. 

Alastor adds another finger, and it takes all of your willpower not to become a puddle of wetness right there. You bite your lip so hard you taste blood. 

“you do make a mess of yourself, don’t you? you just can’t help it” he says as he curls his digits inside you. Your hips start thrashing hard again, and you sink them deeper into the bed. The chains on your wrists shake with the effort to hold back. As if alastor wasn’t going to notice. “no no no what did I say?” he snaps angrily, he’s eyes flash red at you and he takes his fingers out with a wet “pop”, you feel like crying at the emptiness. “please please alastor, don’t stop” you plead. His hands leave you entirely, you are left with just his piercing gaze, the one that makes your skin burn. “did I say you could hold back? don’t pretend like you aren’t a common whore for me, that you love how pathetic it feels that you are creaming yourself and we haven’t even really started” 

his condescending tone just makes everything even more sublime. It’s so wrong how good being told you are nothing more than a common whore by the Radio Demon feels. But you never felt anything close to this. “please Alastor” you beg again, nothing but a small whisper

“I would love to taste this pussy, so red already for me, but since you broke one of the rules… i’m afraid I will make you understand that are nothing but my pretty cockslut the hard way” 

Punishment? His punishment sounds ever better than his praise right now. You moan at his voice. He laughs. 

His knees cage you, as he lifts his upper body from you and starts undoing his zipper. He is taking his cock out. Oh fuck, he’s gonna fuck you without anymore foreplay. And he’s not going to be gentle about it either. You shiver. 

Alastor pumps himself a few times, his cock is big, thick, and an angry red shade, flush red like that, because of you, just for you. He’s gonna make you pay: pay for holding back from him, pay for making him feel like an animal and almost losing his hard constructed control. 

The look on his face says it all, he’s gonna take it out on you and you can’t do nothing about it.

You don’t have much time to think about the repercussions, in one swift motion his tip is already inside you, stretching you deliciously. Your brain short circuits again, the feeling of his cock inside you is everything you imagine and more. Depraved, heavenly, delicious. You struggle in your binds again, you want desperately to touch him. To feel his skin beneath your finger, to scratch him, mark him. But oh well, he’s the Radio Demon, he’s the one in charge and you are his prey.

Alastor starts to slowly enter you, he’s trying his best to hold back. He knows if he does this too fast it will hurt in a way he doesn’t want you to feel. And by the look on his face going slow is as torturous for him as it is for you. tantalizing inch after tantalizing inch he spreads the walls of your cunt apart. You understand now why this is punishment, it hurts in a perfect way, it hurts even more that he is doing it slowly, and not just thrusting like you imagined  he would, if he had more time to work on you. 

You become a mess of moans and incoherent words. His cock is halfway inside you now “HoLY FUCK ALASTOR” you scream. It’s already too much. 

“There’s nothing holy about this my dear. I’m going to breed you. I’m going to break you” and with that he buries himself to the hilt inside you. Now you truly scream in pleasure and pain “you won’t be able to walk straight for days, you will feel me in every step, and you will thank me for it”. His thrusts pick up at breakneck speed, the bed shakes from the sheer force that Alastor is using to fuck you. Every snap of his hips you moan more and more. 

The sound you make when he takes everything out and enters you at once is so obscene that it would make Angel Dust blush. He’s growling now, his antlers growing bigger as he fucks you like his life dependend on it. As he fucks you like he hates you. 

Alastor pushes your hips higher, and suddenly he’s even deeper. His other hand holding your waist in a bruising grip. The strain on your pinned hands will bruise too. His lips graze the skin of your collarbone, he looks so feral you are scared he will maul, the thrill of not knowing adding to your fucked up sense of pleasure. 

He seems to pick up on your fear, and bites down on your collarbone, hauling as he tastes your blood and buries himself inside you again and again. Moans turned into screams, and the only thing coming out of your lips is his name, spoken like a profane prayer. You would give everything you have to Alastor, and he doesn’t even have to ask.

Your orgasm has been building for a while now, the coil on your belly becoming tighter and tighter, like a supernova about to be born. “Alastor, please please let me come” you beg. His unfocused eyes stare down at you, as he takes a moment from feasting on your sweet blood to address your desperate, sweet pleas.

“Don’t. You. Dare” he says, punctuating every word with a sharp thrust. As much as you want, you are not sure you will be able to hold any longer. “I beg you alastor, please let me cum, i will let you do anything you want. but i need it so badly, please please”

You sounded so desperate when you begged, so beautiful.

“Don’t strike deals you don’t know you can fulfill, pet” his voice is low, a warning. You ignore it. “I promise Alastor, anything”. Alastor laughs.

 his finger touches your clit as he finally allows your sweet relief “you may come now, sweet doe” and that’s it, you are off, you are dead. You see stars, you see the entire universe as you scream out and climax. Walls tightening around Alastor’s monster cock, eyes rowling, his name a scream on your lips. You ride out your wave slowly, but Alastor is not slowing down.

Instead he is picking up his pace, maneuvering your hips even higher, your chains are stretched to the limit. You can feel them start piercing your skin. Thrust after thrust the sensation becomes too much, you are too overstimulated to go through all of this again.

“i can’t take it, i can’t take it!”

Alastor doesn’t care. “I told you not to make deals if you can’t hold them, didn’t I?” You don’t answer, you can’t. you can’t to anything but let him fuck you as hard and as much as he want. “but you are such a little cockslut for me that you can’t help it. What a shame” 

He is gripping your hips so hard it breaks skin, tiny trails of blood on his claws. “you will take it. You better take it, or I will make you take it” static picks up as he threatens the last words. You know you are spent, you know how bad it hurts, you know how bad his words sound, but the lines between pleasure and pain are so blurred that you can’t think coherently. Even this  pain of being broken feels good. 

Still, tears fill your eyes and you start crying, from pleasure, from pain, you don’t know anymore. What Alastor is doing to you has no precedent. No one can do this like he does. He knows torture too well, and he is tortouring you in the most decadent, delicious ways possible. “alastor i want to, i want to so bad but i just can’t” the tears sting your eyes and stain your face. 

Alastor sees it. He slows down just a bit, his voice softening “oh my dear doe, but you can. Just this once more, just for me. One more” his voice is so maddening soft it acts like fuel to your tears. Your skin tingles and you feel giddy, somehow your throbbing hot, wet cunt seems to find the right amount of relief, and you can feel only pleasure again.

Alastor continues to fuck you, your moans returning to normal, you are being so loud now, making a mess of yourself, just like he said, and a big hand comes to cover your mouth. 

“Oh we can’t have you being this loud can we?” his voice goes to that delicious mocking tone. His thrusts are slower now, but as deep as they can go. “what would you friends say if they found out that you moan like a common whore for their feared radio demon.. hum,.?”

You start to feel the pit of your belly tightening again, and alastor doesn’t stop humiliating you. The degradation feels just the right amount of perfection. You are exactly what he says you are. A common whore when it comes to him. “weren’t you ashamed just a few moments ago? trying to hold back the sinful sounds you make when I touch you? I already gave you one orgasm. I’ve been way too generous for my liking. I should stop right now since you feel so conscious about this”  Alator’s breathing is becoming erratic, his thrusts sharp, hard, and out of the breakneck rhythm he was torturing you before.You start moaning even louder through his hand. “ungrateful little pet. You are just so greedy for one more orgasm, you don’t even care that everyone downstairs can hear you hm??”

You can’t think straight. you feel on the edge of glory, this orgasm threatening to be harder than your previous one, as if it is possible. “alastor i’m so sorry, i know i don’t deserve it” you muffle behind his hand, he hears you speaking and takes if off “but can you please let me cum? just this once? just for you. Please Al” his thrusts are truly erratic now. He’s close too, even though you are too wrapped up on your own sensations to notice 

“please” you beg, nothing more than a whisper. Already making peace with the fact that you are going to come without his permission and he will probably never fuck you again

“Good girl, you can come now”

instantly as you are granted his permissions your world explodes, blinding hot pleasure takes over your body, the waves of pleasure making your heart beat so fast you feel like it’s going to stop. The petit mort is coming, and her sweet embrace envelops you, specially now that you feel Alastor’s cock twitching and spilling his seed inside you. You scream his name. Maybe you hear him screaming yours too. You don’t know anymore, your nerves are singing from pleasure unheard of back  when you were alive. Pleasure so great it could only be found in hell. The most heavily, depraved way of torture. 

You come down from your high, still dizzy, your body going limp. You are not dead, but you are positively spent. You give in into the warm and fuzziness of sleep. 

The last thing you remember is the softness of a blanket, a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“Oh my dear, I knew you had one more on you,spending yourself this way just for me! What a truly precious thing, doe”

You might be dreaming now.

-

You weren’t dreaming. Alastor praises you, knowing his words will be the last thing you hear before a night of peaceful, deep dreamless slumber. He makes sure to put the softest velvet blanket he owns on your body, not to make the damage you gladly allowed your body to take for him an inconvenience. Tomorrow you will wake up to fancy letters of praise and sweet chocolate covered strawberries. And no one will know how Alastor found the perfect doe to breed as he pleases during the height of his mating season.

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don't wake the kids - cl16

pairing: charles leclerc x nanny!reader (fem) summary: in which you got his daughter to finally fall asleep but risk waking her up not too long later warnings: 18+, slight smut, oral (f-receiving), bad french (please correct me i was tired while writing this lmao), not proofread!!!! word count: 1608 author’s note: i think i’ll write more for them bc i like the idea of single dad charles LMAO. this was fun xoxoxo

PART 2

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THERE WAS SOMETHING about Mr. Leclerc that always made you stare at him in admiration. Maybe it was the fact that he always excelled at everything he did. For instance, raising a daughter on his own couldn’t have been easy. Hell, merely spending a single night watching over his kid has you feeling thoroughly drained. So, when Charles came home to you sprawled along his couch with the TV on a low volume, he wasn’t surprised. In fact, the sight brought a grin to his lips. You were the absolute cutest thing he had ever seen. Aside from his own daughter of course.

You weren’t even aware of the impact you left on him and his daughter. There wasn’t a day where you weren’t mentioned by his daughter. She adored you, and he did too.

“Comment était-elle?” How was she?  His voice was deep as he dropped his keys on the table of the entry way table. “Fatiguée?” Tired?

You barely moved as he approached the room, too comfortable to even sit all the way up for him. His hands rest in the pockets of his dress pants as he leaned up against the arch of the living room, suit jacket slung over his shoulder, eyes never straying from yours. 

You felt yourself swallowing harshly at the sight of him. He’s so fucking hot. “Elle était un ange!” She was an angel! There was a soft glow of moonlight that seeped through the curtains, casting a gentle radiance on the room as you whispered those words. You were whispering, careful to not wake her in the next room over. But also, in attempt to hide the desire in your voice. It would be a complete lie if you said you didn’t find him attractive. If you didn’t think about him that way.

With a subtle exhalation, Charles gracefully moved away from the archway, making his way towards the couch. He lowered himself onto the couch beside you, his head finding a comfortable perch on the back cushions, a gentle smile gracing his features. His legs extended languidly, and the contours of his thigh muscles subtly asserted themselves through the delicate fabric of his dress pants.

Turning his head to look at you, “Would you mind staying in the spare room tonight?” 

His eyes, an enchanting shade of green, held you captive in a mesmerizing trance. Lost in their depths, his question became a distant echo, momentarily forgotten in the captivating allure of those verdant depths.

It wasn’t an abnormal question. At least, not anymore it wasn’t. You’ve been watching his daughter for months now and have occasionally crashed at his when it was too late at night. When you didn’t answer right away, lost in thought, Charles felt the need to wearily add an “I’m too tired to take you home.”

It’s not that you didn’t have your license, but you didn’t have a car. And because it meant more money, you always said yes. At least you always told yourself it was for the money. But it really was for all the times you got to see a shirtless Charles in the morning. His hair all disheveled, eyes full of sleep. The rasp in his voice. And also, the breakfast.

His hand swiftly dropped to your exposed thigh, the tennis skirt adorning your body doing little to cover you. He patted the area right above your knee softly for your attention, “Je suppose que tu n’as pas de vêtements; je vais te trouver quelque chose.” I assume you don’t have clothes; I’ll grab you something. The touch was so miniscule, so quick, that you could barely grasp the concept that it happened before he was already standing.

Although staying over wasn’t new, borrowing his clothes was.

You found yourself unable to speak as he stood from the couch and made his way to his room. The air was charged with a delicate tension. You were convinced it was the suit that had you stumbling for words, or maybe the fact you haven’t had sex in months and Charles is just that fucking hot, and in front of you, looking at you, touching you.

“J’espère que cela est assez bon.” I hope these are good enough. Bathed in the gentle luminescence of the room, Charles gazes down at you with an intensity the captures the essence of the moment. In his hands, he holds a neatly folded pile of clothes, extending them toward you with a certain grace. A faint, sleepy smile graces your lips as you accept them. 

With a languid elegance, you begin to rise from the comfort of the couch, only to find Charles extending his hand toward you. His fingers confidently entwine with yours, pulling you up. Although, it seems Charles underestimated his strength because you are sent flying to your feet, awkwardly tripping in the process. But before you can make a total fool of yourself, Charles is slipping an arm around your waist, holding you to his chest.

You can feel your cheeks redden in embarrassment, “Je suis tellement désole.” I’m so sorry.

You feel Charles laugh reverberate in his chest, making you more alert of just how close you two were. “Ne sois pas désolée.” Don’t be sorry.

In that suspended moment, time seemed to stretch, creating a timeless place where you and Charles were encapsulated. Locked in a shared gaze, the world outside this intimate bubble ceased to exist. Uncertainty lingered in the air, an unspoken question hovering between you two. Charles’ firm hold persisted, grounding the moment in the tangible warmth of his touch. 

As the stillness enveloped you, his eyes were fixated on your flushed cheeks, a canvas painted in hues of warmth. The intensity of his gaze conveyed an admiration that transcended words. To Charles, the sight of your blushing complexion was nothing short of captivating – an endearing revelation of vulnerability that only heightened your allure.

“Tellement jolie,” So pretty. The words were so soft. Barely audible if it wasn’t for your proximity. It was as if he didn’t even know he said them out loud.

You felt frozen while trying to decide if this was a dream or not. But when the pads of Charles thumbs made way to your face, tracing your bottom lip slowly, you knew you were fucked.

“Est-ce que je peux?” Can I?

You wanted to scream. Yes! You felt your stomach churning with need. But externally, you were calm. You needed to be quiet.

You made the move to nod your head when his lips collided with yours. It was slow and tentative at first. Like he was trying to test the waters. He pulled away for a moment, eyes staring into yours once again, as if he needed to make sure you were okay with this.

But as soon as he saw your lips draw into a smile, he knew he was fucked.

The second time your lips met it was feverish and messy. All tongue and no air. The clothes that he handed you previously, now lay on the floor in a messy pile, your hands sliding around his neck. You both go tumbling down onto the couch.

He groaned quietly into your mouth – a sound as if the taste of you was something he craved his whole life. His hands dropped from your jaw, closing around your neck, as you felt him push your further into the couch cushion with the weight of his body.

“J’ai besoin de toi,” I need you.  You managed to slip the words out, your fingers trailing through his hair on the back of his head.

Before you had the chance to press your lips back together, he was pulling away, leaving you breathless and a little confused until his hands dropped to the waistband of your skirt. His fingers shoving their way in and pulling them down, your underwear being yanked off in the process. His gaze met yours once more, filled with anticipation and eagerness.

“Tu as l’air tellement putain de bien comme ça.” You look so fucking good like this.

Like this. Spread out and beneath him. Completely bare and whimpering for him. 

You could hear him curse to himself as he draped your leg over his shoulder, seeing how wet you already were. 

The first drag of his tongue on you was enough to make your back arch instantly. He groaned, his nose brushing against your clit as he dipped his tongue inside of you. Every dip of his tongue sent you bucking your hips harder against him. And he loved it. 

With every stoke of his tongue, your fingers fisted his hair tighter. You began to buck your hips, so close to reaching your orgasm, but he denied. His hands were quick to push your hips down onto the couch. He wanted to hear you beg. 

“Charles,” you sighed softly.

“Hm?” You didn’t even have to look at him to know he was smirking. His tongue was placing slow licks to your clit, light enough to keep you right on the edge.

“S’il te plaît.” Please.

Charles was back sucking on your clit in less than a second, his hands sliding up to your covered breasts, squeezing them. He moaned into your pussy, the sound enough to send you spiraling over the edge. You gripped onto anything that was near and placed it over your face, trying to cover the moans that were escaping your lips.

Your body shook as you pressed the pillow into your face. He licked you as you came down and didn’t stop until you were practically shoving him off.

His lips were glossy and puffy, coated with you. A smirk on his face as he stood up and looked down at you completely flushed on his couch, half bare. You looked at the bulge of his cock, pressing against the seams of his dress pants, and then back up at his eyes.

“Bedroom?”

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc #f1 imagines #f1 x reader #charles leclerc angst #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc fic #f1 imagine #don’t wake the kids cl16

[ssahotchnerr]

girl i am BEGGING you to write a hotch story with his beard and reader doesnt know he has it because he never told her and when he comes back shes more in love with him!!! you can take it any direction you want

off guard

hehehe 🤭 cw; fem!reader, established relationship, heavy suggestiveness, fluff and bearded aaron 😵‍💫<3

after what felt like forever, came the long awaited knock on the door.

"finally." you breathed out as you threw the door open, immediately tucking yourself into aaron's chest and wrapping your arms around his middle.

the longer he was in your hold, the more you tightened your arms - as if you would blink and he'd be right back in pakistan, miles and miles away from you yet again.

it was late, or early depending on how you looked at it. the moment you received the message aaron was back in the states - prematurely and under urgent circumstances - you had insisted the second he had wrapped up, no matter the time, to come directly and strictly to your apartment.

lucky for you, he had already planned on doing so regardless.

"god i missed you." aaron sighed out in relief just as much as you, the empty void in his heart filling at last, making him feel whole again.

he had spent countless nights fantasizing of you being in his arms, the feeling near and distant simultaneously, as if he could reach out and grasp it. for the first month overseas, he had difficulty sleeping even, so used to sleeping beside you - the familiar weight of you laid on him, matching his breathing to yours, or the fact you were simply near.

the longing for you had been torturous. and at last here you were, right where you belonged.

"i almost can't believe it," you mumbled into his t-shirt, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "five months was too long. too, too long."

you loosened your hold, just enough to peer up at him, just now getting a look at him. however, you found yourself taken aback, any eased, impending cries halting at once.

it was your aaron - your loving, wonderful aaron - staring back at you, but it didn't look like him.

his hair was longer, his body a bit more lean, but the major difference; a beard graced his face.

you've seen aaron with some stubble - not shaving during a weekend off, or his occasional five-o-clock shadow. but that was the result of a mere few days. this was months in the making, and it wasn't unwelcome in the slightest.

endless words could describe the sight before you, but your mind and mouth had run both dry. it was hot, to put it bluntly.

"jack hates it too." aaron admitted as his hands fell to your waist - not daring to part contact, mistaking your hesitancy for dislike. "i was going to shave it, but you did say to come right over-"

"hey- no." you blurted out, blinking up at him. "who said i hated it?"

his eyebrows furrowed, surprised. "you don't?"

"absolutely not," you insisted, looking almost offended at the proposition. you touched his cheek, feeling the coarse hair under your soft fingertips and igniting something deep within you. "quite the opposite, actually."

"really?" a pleased smirk formed on his face, his eyes darkly intrigued and amused.

"just when i thought you couldn't get more attractive." you smirked right back, toying with his shirt. "trust me, i like it more than you know."

aaron's fingers dug into your hips, backing you into your apartment, kicking the door shut behind with his foot.

"please tell me you have tomorrow off, because you won't be stepping outside this apartment if i can help it." you pleaded, your voice coming out as an eager whine.

"well, the team is to be evaluated by the senate committee, hearing date pending. so for the foreseeable future," aaron bit down on his bottom lip lightly, his eyes locked on yours. "i'm all yours."

"good. mainly because i missed you, but that," you eyed his beard again, a heavy breath escaping you. the ends of your lips quirked up into a mischievous smile, and aaron's lips found yours hungrily. as he frantically continued to back you towards the direction of your bedroom, you mumbled into his lips. "we can have fun with that."

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[euphemiaamillais]

innocent - coriolanus snow

you never would’ve thought you’d end the night with a peacekeeper in your bed…

cw: 18+//loss of virginity//piv sex//handjobs//fingering

an: this gif is him above me 🤭🤭

perhaps it had been a bad idea to wear such a short skirt to the hob that evening. you’d caught the eye of many men as you swayed to the tunes of the covey; cheap moonshine in hand. you noticed one in particular—the one with those piercing blue eyes and platinum blonde buzzcut—was watching you intently.

you couldn’t help but blush, cheeks dancing with the warmth of being seen, chest filling with that sticky feeling. you’d felt it before, but the smiles of those other men had never amounted to anything more than a lingering kiss or two. your heart stirred when he came up to you, and you realised he was a peacekeeper. you knew better than to get entangled with one, or so you thought.

it was hard to resist one so charming and attractive.

'i saw you looking at me,' he remarked, drawing his arms around your waist.

you could barely meet his gaze, embarrassed by the way his cool touch sent a shiver down your spine and made your thighs tingle with want.

'shy are we, bunny?' he asked, removing one hand to cup your chin, drawing it up to meet his icy blue eyes.

you shook your head, but your eyes told the truth; fluttering about the room, trying to look anywhere but him. you wondered if anybody could see you—it would've been shameful to be caught so close with a peacekeeper. but nobody seemed to be paying you any heed, and so your pounding heart ceased its nervous palpitations.

‘how about a dance?’ he laced his fingers in your hand, moving it up so it rested against his shoulder.

you were acutely aware of the other hand which rested at your waist, and you couldn’t exactly say no when he had already moulded you into the perfect stance. the band began to play a slow song, and the blush stained your cheeks once again. he laughed, an almost mirthful laugh—although, coriolanus snow was never somebody to really, truly laugh—not that you knew that.

‘are you going to tell me your name, officer?’ you drawled, deciding that there was no harm in flirting. he was so handsome after all; and it would be rude not to talk to him.

‘it’s private, actually,’ he admitted bashfully, as if he was ashamed of his inferiority. but next to you, he felt powerful. you were just a district girl, and much smaller than his six foot frame. he could do anything he wanted to you.

‘well private, you ought to have a name,’ you began. ‘and it’s awful rude to not introduce yourself to a lady.’

you were teasing him; he wondered how many men you’d used that line on, but when he looked at the way you were bright red, and how your knees buckled a little, even as you attempted to maintain your composure, he reckoned it couldn’t have been many.

‘it’s private snow,’ he told you curtly.

you smiled; a pretty name. much different to the names here in 12, though you reckoned a peacekeeper was probably from one of the other, wealthier districts. not that you knew much about those.

‘well, private snow,’ your voice had a sweet twang to it, and he found himself thinking of another girl he knew, once, with that same appalachian drawl. he had come here to find her, and yet had no luck.

but you weren’t so bad—no, you were even prettier, and probably didn’t have a man like billy taupe clinging onto your skirts. he wondered if you had ever even kissed a man before. you had the sweetest looking lips, so plump, and a little wet with the moonshine you’d been sipping.

‘how are you liking district 12?’ you continued, brows quirking up with interest.

‘it’s alright. commander hoff works us to the bone but i suppose that’s the price you pay for 20 years,’ he huffed. his eyes looked a little distance—sad, perhaps. you wondered if he’d had much choice in the matter. still, even if he hadn’t, you did have to admit he would probably look good in his peacekeeper uniform.

‘20 years?’ your mouth stretched into a circle of surprise. ‘my, that’s terribly brave.’

his own cheeks reddened a little, though he quickly swallowed that feeling. he couldn’t blush, that was pathetic. that was something his fellow peacekeeper sejanus plinth did. no, a woman like you wasn’t to be caught by a blushing man. he needed to show you what it meant to be had by a peacekeeper—not the ambitious schoolboy in academy rouge that he’d left as soon as he’d set foot in 12.

‘i suppose so…’ his voice trailed off.

‘how do you keep yourself entertained, private snow?’ you asked as you swayed a little to one of the songs the covey was playing.

his mind flickered to what he’d been planning on doing to you—he’d not touched a woman in weeks, and at night he often found his body receptive to any and all thoughts. tonight, he had the chance to actually satisfy that ache that had been bottled up for weeks. he wondered if you’d feel better than that girl he did in the alley—at least his mind was clear tonight.

‘oh, dancing with pretty girls like you is one way of staving off boredom, bunny,’ he pressed a kiss to your hand, watching as your lips puckered into a bashful smile.

how innocent. he’d love to ruin you. he wondered what noises you’d make with his cock buried deep inside of you. you were probably tight as anything, just begging to be filled up with his cock.

‘well, if you think i’m pretty then i suppose i’ll have to thank you,’ you gazed up through your thick lashes, fluttering them ever-so-slightly.

his cock stirred in his pants—you were so fucking tempting. the way you were just begging to be fucked. he cocked a brow, curious as to what your intentions were.

‘what kind of thanks, bunny?’ he asked, breath fanning your ear.

‘well…’ feeling daring, you stroked at his chest, feeling the taut muscles underneath his shirt. you noticed the dog tag dangling, and a smirk played at his lips.

‘how about a kiss?’ you offered. oh, you were so innocent.

he nodded, and you felt your heart flutter. you worried he’d think you were being too forward, what, with you offering so quickly. but he was just so handsome. you wondered what his lips would feel like against yours.

perhaps you wouldn’t have to wait so long to find out…

you dragged him to a more secluded place, feeling a little too embarrassed about kissing him in the throng of people. he wondered, as you led him down the corridor of the hob, just how much you’d be thanking him. maybe you’d let him touch you a little, hands straying to cup your breasts, and then perhaps caress your hips. one thing would lead to another… and sweet virgins like you were easily persuaded.

coriolanus was swift with his kiss, leaning into you as you were pressed against the wall. you kissed back, soft at first, but when you felt his tongue pressing against your lips, you opened your mouth and surrendered.

he wrapped his hands around your waist, palming at the skin beneath your shirt. a heat crept upon your cheeks as his lips kissed yours with a hunger. pressed up against you, his cock twitched a little in his pants. he had to have you, you were practically begging for it in a skirt that short.

‘you taste so sweet, bunny,’ he mused as you pulled away from him. he wondered what you’d taste like in other places, whether your cunt had the same sweetness of your mouth.

you wanted more—your cunt ached, an unfamiliar feeling, but nontheless you knew you needed to be satisfied.

coriolanus could see this, the way you clenched your thighs together, and how your heart thumped inside your chest. he’d felt it when he’d been flush against you.

‘you wanna thank me some more?’ he inquired, blonde brow cocked.

you bit your lip, but you knew you couldn’t deny the rush inside your body, the way you were growing increasingly wet between your thighs. the ache that nagged at you, yearning to be satisfied.

‘mhm,’ you nodded dumbly, feeling his hands grab at your thighs.

‘you live alone?’ he asked, desire glinting in his eyes.

you shook your head, and a frown scampered upon his lips.

‘well, my pa’s not home til late, if you wanna come over…’ you drew a heavy breath, nerves making your knees buckle.

his frown turned to a smile, and he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. how endearing, the way you called your father pa. you were so beneath him, and he was determined to teach you that you belonged to him, the poor little district girl who’d been snapped up in the peacekeeper’s trap.

—

your house wasn’t far from the hob. coriolanus was glad of this, his cock was straining so hard in his trousers—he worried he wouldn’t be able to control himself, and finishing without even having touched you. well, that would just be a waste; embarrassing even.

you fumbled with the keys, and he felt a smile scamper upon his lips as he watched you, so afraid, his poor little bunny, struggling to open the door. when you finally slotted the key in the lock, coriolanus’ arms were wrapped around your waist, fingers tracing lightly across your skin.

‘you know bunny, you really should be careful around strange men,’ he murmured against your ear. you were acutely aware of what was pressing against your bottom.

‘but you’re not strange… you’re a peacekeeper,’ you hummed, moving your legs over the threshold. he still clung to you, breath heavy, hands roaming.

you had to get inside before anyone saw, and god forbid, alerted your pa. there was something deliciously thrilling about having a man inside of your home—you wondered if it made you a whore, inviting him inside and only having known him an hour. but you knew many girls who did that, and at least you weren’t taking money for it.

‘mhm, but men like me… well, they just can’t resist taking what’s theirs,’ he pinched you, watching you gasp at the stinging feeling of your delicate skin between his fingers. you looked so sweet when you squirmed.

‘well maybe i want you to take what’s yours,’ you looked up at him with wide eyes, fingers lacing against each other as you swung about.

you looked like a little lamb, so sweet and innocent. he wanted to take you between his jaw and make you bleed.

‘is that so, bunny?’ he asked, and you nodded dumbly.

you trailed along to your room, not desperate enough to let him have you against a wall, glancing back at him every so often and watching as his eyes followed you. you shoved the door open, and switched on the little lamp by your bedside table.

your room was bare, for the most part, but coriolanus felt it suited you, the cream bedsheets and the old floral wallpaper. it was so innocent. he wondered if you’d stain those sheets tonight as he stretched you out. he’d want to keep them, as a reminder of what he’d taken from you.

you sat down on the bed, and he followed suit, still reminded of his achingly hard cock. you couldn’t keep your eyes off the bulge in his trousers; it was of a considerable size, and made you gnaw at your lip in anticipation.

‘i want to help you,’ you said, mouth going dry at the sight of him.

‘help me, bunny?’ he inquired. your words were a little cryptic, but he could tell that your eyes were clearly focused on his achingly hard cock.

‘mhm, you’re so hard,’ you murmured. although you were innocent, you’d read enough romance novels to figure out what he needed.

‘you can certainly help me,’ he grabbed your hand and guided it to his clothed hard-on.

you palmed it lightly, gasping as you felt it. he watched as your mouth spread into an exclamation of delight, lips flickering a little. you were so innocent, the way you were gentle in your touches, how you sighed with amazement.

he groaned at the touch, but moved your hand away to free his cock from the restraints of his pants and boxers. your mouth hung agape as he pulled them down to his knees and you were presented with his hard cock. he was big, not that you’d really seen a cock before, but it had to be at least eight inches, and it was throbbing desperately against his stomach.

coriolanus guided your hand back, and wrapped it around the base. you could feel the blood coursing through it, and saw a little bit of precum dribbling from the tip.

‘just move your hand up and down, princess,’ he cooed, and you stroked him, sweaty palms not causing as much friction as he expected.

you moved your hand to the tip, and he urged you to give it a squeeze, groaning as you did so. you felt so good, the way you were thumbing his dripping head, stroking so diligently. but he wanted more, he needed to feel you.

your thighs burned as you continued to stroke him, and you watched as he bucked his hips a little at your touch. you fastened the pace, not too quick, but just enough that his breaths grew haggard. it didn’t seem so intimidating now that you were doing it, and his moans suggested you were doing a good job.

but still, your own body was aching with need, and you found yourself grinding into the bed. coriolanus saw this, the way you were practically squirming, and moved one of his own hands to grip at your thigh.

‘does bunny want me to touch her too?’ he said between breaths.

you nodded lazily, hand still pumping his cock. he was close already, the feeling of your hand too much, and the anticipation of finally burying himself deep inside of you was sending him over the edge.

coriolanus’ fingers traced lightly up your thigh, and when he reached your skirt, he pushed past the hem and slipped between the apex of your thighs. you spread them, and gasped as you felt his fingers brush against the wet patch of your panties.

‘oh bunny, you’re so wet,’ he sighed, his cock throbbing. he was so close…

you mewled as he removed your panties, fingers gently prying them off of you and leaving them to hang at your ankles. you kicked them off, but were left sighing as he ceased his touch for a moment.

his cock twitched in your grip, and he let out a loud, rough groan, spurts of cum coming from the tip of his cock. you blushed, watching as he came onto your hand, and his stomach. he’d have to wash his uniform tonight, because it was stained with the pearly ropes.

sweat beaded at his forehead, but he didn’t let the waves of his own pleasure distract from what he wanted most, which was to feel you. you spread your legs, and he sighed at the sight of your glistening cunt.

he ran one finger over your folds, and you clutched at the bedsheets, attempting to ignore how sensitive you already were. his thumb pressed against your clit, and you couldn’t stifle your moan this time, a feeling of warmth shooting across your body. you wanted more, and ground into the feeling of his thumb running circles against the sensitive spot.

‘so wet for me, aren’t you?’ he muttered, his long fingers edging further down your folds.

‘feels so… good,’ you huffed, eyes fluttering shut with bliss. of course you were already lingering on the edge of your own pleasure—he doubted you’d ever even touched yourself before.

he eased a finger into your hole; feeling your slick walls take it in, but only barely. you were so fucking tight, and he watched as you winced a little at the feeling. it only hurt for a second, but you were so wet that you were longing for more.

‘oh please,’ you gasped, feeling him arch his finger while his thumb began to vary its ministrations against your clit.

‘gonna cum for me, bunny?’ he cooed, moving his thumb up and down, watching as your thighs began to tremble.

the heat was unbearable now, and when he added another finger, stretching you out, you felt your whole body begin to tingle with the beginning of your release.

‘mhm!’ you cried out, exasperated from his touch.

you gushed around his fingers, though he continued to rub his thumb against your clit, and arch his fingers inside of you, mesmerised by the wetness coating them. your breath hitched, and you came completely undone, burning and trembling as he made you cum.

he felt his cock harden again at the sight of you coming around his fingers, and as he removed them from your hole, he decided he couldn’t wait any longer.

coriolanus pushed you back into the bed, cock pressing against your thighs. your head swam with the excess of your desire, but you surrendered yourself to him, longing to feel him buried deep inside of you.

he guided just the tip towards your hole, and ran it teasingly through the soaking folds of your cunt. you mewled, and clutched at his back in an attempt to get him to push into you. deciding he was greedy, he pressed the tip into you, and you let out a shocked groan.

it hurt—he was big, but you hadn’t expected it to make you tingle so much. you bit back a few tears, and let him put the rest of the tip in. you were so tight, he couldn’t believe it. if you’d felt tight around his fingers, this was a whole new sensation. you were clenching around his cock, and he had barely so much as the head of it inside you.

‘too big,’ you gasped, feeling him ease his cock further in. it stung a little, the stretch slightly unpleasant. but you wanted him so bad. ‘it hurts!’

‘poor bunny,’ he mused, stroking your cheek. ‘you gotta learn to take it, like a good girl. i know you want it, bunny.’

you did, you wanted it so bad. even though it hurt, you felt your stomach knot tightly as it did when he’d rubbed your clit. he began to buck his hips, grunting at the tightness of your cunt. your walls stretched around his big cock, taking him in as best they could, slick with want and need.

‘fuck, you’re so fucking tight,’ he groaned as thrust inside of you.

more tears pricked at your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks. he watched as you tried to fight off the feelings of pain, surrendering yourself to the pleasant feeling of fullness and his throbbing cock inside of you. he wanted nothing more than to pound into you, make you scream his name as he filled you up, but you were too delicate. he’d have to wait until you were ready, and you were special, anyways. a pretty doll just for him.

‘oh,’ you gasped as he fucked himself deeper, reaching a new angle inside of you.

the sound of your slick mingling with the slapping of his balls echoed against the walls of your room, and you clutched at his back. your desire began to brim again, edging its way up your thighs and deep into the pit of your stomach. coriolanus could hardly contain himself, you fit around him so perfectly, slick walls coating his cock as he thrust in and out.

‘fuck bunny, i don’t know how much more i can take,’ he admitted haggardly. he attempted to control his urges, but you were just so tight. what was stopping him from coming in you right then and there?

‘need you,’ you mumbled as he rutted against your hips, thrusts growing more desperate.

he moved one hand down to rub at your overstimulated clit, fingers deftly helping to unfurl the ache inside of you. you sputtered at the sensation, head spinning as he fucked you into the mattress.

he was so close, the clenching of your walls sending the blood straight to his head. he let out a final grunt, and slowed his thrusts, and felt himself come undone. he ground his cock into you, letting the thick spurts of his cum coat your walls. he came a lot, more than he’d ever done before, balls draining with what felt like every last drop.

he still continued to fuck up into you, wanting you to finish around him before he pulled out. your legs began to tremble, the feeling of his cum too much to handle, and you let out a sweet cry.

‘so good,’ you pressed your lips together, coming undone around his dock.

coriolanus pulled out, cock coated in a milky ring of your spend, his tip still red and angry from use. your body tingled, and you felt his cum trickling down between your legs. he couldn’t believe how pretty you looked, all fucked out for him, drunk on his cock.

he’d turned such a pretty innocent thing into a stupid whore, who could barely form a sentence without sighing from the excess of her pleasure.

he wondered how long he’d have to wait to go another round, and whether or not you’d let him. but you’d been so good to him that night, doing exactly what he told you and coming for him not once, but twice.

‘such a good girl for me, bunny,’ he mused, stroking your thigh. ‘and so innocent.’

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[kteezy997]

The Candy Man-Part One// W.W.

Warnings: Smut, mention of masturbation, male receiving oral sex, virgin Wonka, cowgirl, missionary, some dirty talk, curse words, cream pie, female receiving oral sex, oh and cheating on spouse A/n: I have not seen Wonka yet, so there are NO spoilers here!

As a young housewife, there wasn't much for you to do. You had done the housework for the week and done all the grocery shopping, and it was only Wednesday. This would make for a long, boring week.

It would be different if you had a child to look after, but sadly, that hadn't happened yet. And it may never happen if your husband continues to show such a low interest in sex. Sometimes it felt like he forgot you even existed.

You wished he would just give you a baby, if he didn't want to give you attention. That way you'd have not only something to occupy your time, but you'd also have someone to love, and for someone to love you. You weren't even sure if your husband loved you anymore. Your relationship wasn't the same as when you were first married two years ago.

These days, all you really wanted was for him to come home, rip your clothes off, and fuck you like he hadn't seen a woman in years. You wanted to feel desired, so badly. You had recently picked up a habit of touching yourself sexually while your husband was away at work. You were so starved.

.....

Autumn had come and gone by this time of the year and it was becoming quite frigid outside. With winter well on the way, you turned on your fireplace in the living room. You didn't really care for the bear skin rug that your husband insisted on having in front of the fireplace, but it wasn't worth the fight to try to get rid of it.

With the fire going, you snuggled up into a cozy sweater and put on some mindless radio station to fill in the silence of the empty house. As you listened to the radio and did some mild tidying about the room, you wondered if you should maybe get a dog, or maybe a cat.

Then the doorbell rang, that's weird. You thought. You seldom had any visitors during the day. You walked over and opened the door.

"Hello, Miss. My name is Willy Wonka! Would you care to sample some of my chocolate on this fine day?"

"Fine day? It's freezing out there," you said as you were awestruck by this man's beauty, his bright purple coat and milk chocolate-colored top hat added a sort of zany zest to his attractiveness. "um, would you care to come in and warm up for a minute?" you said politely, nodding to his briefcase that you assumed was filled with sweets, adding, "I do love chocolate."

"Why, yes, if you're sure you don't mind." he smiled, and his green eyes were dazzling.

"No, I don't mind at all, sir."

Willy took his hat off, and his curls fell downward in a bit of a mess as he stepped into the warm home. "Thank you, I didn't get your name."

"Oh, I'm y/n. Please, sit down, the fire is going."

"It is quite toasty in here, thank you, y/n." Willy said, taking a seat on the couch closest to the fireplace. “Very interesting choice of a rug, y/n.” he chirped.

“Oh that? My husband insisted on it, it’s so dreadful. But it is rather soft.”

“Hm.” he nodded looking at the luscious, dark colored fur on the floor. He then looked at her, cheerily, “So, would you like to try some?” He picked up his briefcase.

“Of course.” you said with a smile, truly wanting to try some of him instead, but you’d give his candy a chance for now. He was so damn handsome. His hair was gorgeous, you wanted to run your fingers through it, maybe even pull it.

He opened his briefcase in his lap, letting you choose which candy you wanted.

You picked a piece of chocolate, and he told you the name of it, and its special ingredients. You listened to him, but ultimately got lost in his innocent yet sexy eyes. You bit into the treat, and it was rich and velvety sweet as it melted in your mouth. It was absolutely delicious. The best candy you ever had in your life.

“Mr. Wonka, this is perfection, it’s absolutely divine.”

Willy smiled widely, “I’m pleased to hear it. I have only ever hoped that each person that tries my chocolate will have that same reaction.”

He was so genuinely confident and excited about his creation. The passion he had was evident.

“I’ll take every one of this flavor that you have, Mr. Wonka.” you said, taking another delicious bite.

“Wonderful!” he exclaimed, “And please, call me Willy.”

“Willy.” you said, softly. You wanted to moan his name. But how to get there? You improvised. “Um, why don’t you stay for a bit longer? I can put in a pot of tea, if you’d like.”

“That sounds lovely y/n, or should I call you Mrs…”

“Oh, it’s Mrs. Hudson, but you can just call me y/n.” you insisted, hopping up and going to the kitchen heating up some tea. You had to have this man. Cheating was wrong, but your husband would never, ever know. He never wanted sex anymore, but you couldn’t go without it like he did. You were so needy, especially now, after meeting the handsome Mr. Wonka.

You had plenty of time to have Willy fuck you and send him on his way with his payment for the chocolate, all before Mr. Hudson got home. You would have to make Mr. Wonka an offer he couldn’t refuse, much like you couldn’t refuse his delectable sweets.

You carried two cups of steaming, aromatic tea, one for you and one for Willy. You hoped it would warm him up properly.

“Here you are, sir.”

“Why thank you, very kindly, my lady.” he took the teacup from you, and you felt weak in your knees when your hand was briefly brushed by his fingers. You watched as he carefully brought the rim of the cup to his lips, taking a small sip. “Mm, that’s quite good. A perfect cup of tea, y/n.”

“Thank you. I’m glad you like it.” you said, sitting down next to him and taking a sip for yourself. You didn’t know how to get this man naked; you weren’t finding any viable option that wouldn’t be too crude or forward. You felt you were running out of time. You couldn’t let him leave with the risk of never seeing him again. This delightful, beautiful man could not escape you.

“Well, this has been quite the pleasure.” he said, in a farewell tone. He took one last sip of his tea.

You haven’t had the pleasure, yet.

“But I will get out if your hair,” Willy stood up, continuing, “and go about my merry way. Thank you for your-"

“Wait! Willy-" you shot up to your feet as you spoke but couldn’t finish a sentence. You just started into his eyes.

“Yes?” he asked, frowning at you, utterly confused by your behavior.

You didn’t have the words, so you threw yourself at him, kissing him hungrily.

He took ahold of you, and pulled away from the kiss, “Y/n, are you mad?”

“Oh, god! I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”

“No, it is alright. It was kind of…nice.”

“Yeah? Mr. Wonka, I had an idea of pleasing you the way you pleased me with your chocolate. If you’ll indulge me?”

He raised his eyebrows, “I have to say, I’m intrigued.”

You put your hands on his chest, making him sit back down on the couch. Your hands then went to his fly.

“Whoa! What are you doing?” he asked, panicky.

“Shh-sh. Relax, Willy. Do you like me?”

“Ye-yes.” he trembled with nerves. “I find you very pretty.”

“I really like you. Have you…ever been with a woman before?” You rested your hands on his upper thighs, dangerously close to his member. It was visible through his trousers although he wasn’t even hard yet.

Willy shook his head, “No, ma’am.”

“Awe, don’t be scared. I’ll take care of you, okay. Do you want that, Willy?” You ran your hands slowly around the outline of his cock.

He gulped, watching your hands on his pants, “Yes, I think I would really like that.”

“Good.” You beamed, unzipping his trousers, and pulling his cock out. He was much thicker and longer than your husband. You were excited about being Willy’s first. You wet his cock with your tongue, and sucked him, moaning and slurping as you did so. You wanted him so bad; you sucked his cock like your life depended on it.

A string of “oh oh oh”’s and “mmm’”s fell from Willy’s mouth as you worked over his cock. He writhed on the couch and placed a hand on your head.

He was hard as stone after a moment, and you had been wet since he sat on your couch the first time. “Oh, Willy. Do you feel good, my sweet?”

“Yes,” he panted, his eyes glazed over, “very good.”

You stood up, and dropped your underwear to the ground, kicking them elsewhere. Then, you mounted him. His hands instinctively went to your waist. You reached down, placing his member between your folds. You sank down on him, feeling the intense stretch of your vaginal walls. You moaned in a slight pain initially, because his was larger than your husband, and you had never been with anyone else.

“Are you alright, y/n?”

“Oh, yes, darling, just give me a moment.” you adjusted, and then started to bounce in his lap.

Willy watched you in wonder and awe, then he’d look down to watch your pussy envelope his cock. “Haa, this is incredible.” he moaned, gripping your hips harder.

You quickened your pace. Sinful wet sounds came from your pussy. God, you needed this. The friction alone was titillating, but the tip of his cock would hit your cervix every so often and it was bliss, the whole scenario.

"Oh, y/n!" Willy cried your name over and over again. His hands explored your clothed body, groping your curves.

Damn, it felt so nice to be touched, and his hands were surprisingly big, and he knew how to use them.

You held yourself up with your hands on his shoulders, and slowly rocked back and forth on his cock. You noticed him eyeing your chest. "Unbutton my blouse, Willy."

He bit his lip with an eager gleam in his eyes, and he opened up the front of your blouse, letting your breasts plop out in his face.

Willy's eyes widened, he took his eyes away from your tits to look up in your eyes, "May I feel them?" he asked with a soft whimper.

"Yes, absolutely." you huffed, taking his hands and clapping them onto your naked breasts.

He gently squeezed and kneaded your breasts, then rolled your nipples between his fingers.

He was so sweet, and so curious about your body. It was so hot. You wanted to get off, you hoped to cum all over his dick. You held onto his arms firmly and rode him hard. His cock pounded away at your walls wildly, and you contracted your pussy around his girth.

"Ah! Fuck this is so good! I'm gonna...I'm gonna come!"

"Oh, oh!" Willy held your waist, and you felt his cock twitch inside you.

Your tummy swirled, and your legs went limp as you came.

"What's happening?" Willy cried, "What is this?" You felt him shoot ropes of his milky cum inside of you.

You took his worried face in your hands, "You're alright, my candy man. You had an orgasm. It's a wonderful thing."

"Oh," he panted, "yes, I suppose it is. A fantastic thing! Gosh, y/n, that felt like chocolate tastes, and chocolate is the best thing in the world!" he was so excited, like he'd discovered something that no one else had experienced before.

You giggled, "Well, I'm flattered, Willy." you felt hot and sweaty, you ran your hand down the back of your neck. You felt Willy's eyes on your tits.

"Your breasts, they are absolutely beautiful." he took them in his hands, just admiring the fullness of them.

You felt your pussy throb at the sight. Your husband never paid much attention to your body, but Willy seemed to be enthralled by you. You noticed how the glow of the fire highlighted his cocoa-colored curls. It was so pretty, his hair looked like the work of a master chocolatier. You ran your fingers through it, feeling the silkiness of his glorious mane.

"Can we do it again?" he asked you, then nodded to the floor, "There? On the bear skin rug? It would be comfortable for you."

"You're so thoughtful. Fuck me again, Willy Wonka. Pound me into the floor if you must."

Willy smiled like a kid on Christmas morning and hoisted you up and then carefully placed you down on the rug.

The fur was plush and soothing on your back. You put your arms up by your head to get comfy.

Willy ran his hands down your body. He looked at you like you were a gift he had been waiting for. "You are so beautiful. Your husband does not know how lucky he is."

"That's sweet, Willy, but let's not mention my husband."

He nodded, "Right." Then, he dipped down, pressing his lips to your stomach.

"Mm." you moaned, rubbing your thighs together in anticipation. You could feel Willy's semen dripping out of you. You wanted more.

Willy left small wet kisses down passed your navel, lower and lower, and you couldn't help but push his head down where you needed him most.

"How do I do this, y/n? Is it like... licking a lollipop?" he asked, naively.

You smiled at him and said, "Yes, kind of. Like a sucker with a chewy center...but you're not in a big hurry to get to the center. You're just trying to enjoy the flavor on the outside."

He took a second to ponder over what you had said, then he nodded, "Okay, got it."

He was a quick learner. He lapped steadily on your clit; his pacing was perfect, not too fast, not too slow. He must have had lots of suckers in his life.

"You can use the tip of your tongue also, Willy." you whimpered through the pleasure.

"Oh, okay." he answered, his voice muffled as he didn't move away from your pussy as he spoke.

The vibrations from his voice sent tingles through your body. That coupled with Willy massaging your clit with his tongue and letting the tip dance between your folds, led you to your second orgasm. You cried out in ecstasy. "Willy Wonka, you are a god!"

"No, I'm just a chocolate maker." he said, nonchalantly. He then sat on his knees, his hand around his cock. He ran the tip of his cock along the joint of your wet folds, coating himself in your cum.

"Ooh." you moaned, tucking your fingers into the furry rug as firmly as you could.

Willy slid into you, then back out. "Ha, you're so wet."

"Fuck me hard, Willy." you purred.

With that, he shoved his cock into you, bucking his hips roughly. His hips smacked your skin with each thrust. He put his whole length into you. He gripped your thighs and started to get faster.

You squeezed him with your thighs, and he grew more confident in what he was doing and picked up a rhythm. You watched his handsome face scrunch up as he worked his hips, his thick brows furrowing in both pleasure and concentration.

You wondered what your husband would do if he knew that the candy man stopped by and made you come on the bear skin rug he loved so much. Oh, the risk was worth it! For Willy was perhaps better at sex than making chocolate.

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