#i was in shock! the good kind but still shock

[mostly-imagines]

Guard Dog vol. II

jason todd x fem!reader

aka don’t fuck with jason’s gf pt. II

3 in 1 blurbs

warnings: mild standard gotham violence, in the 3rd section: attempted sexual assault and panicky thoughts afterwards from reader

“Sweetheart, this is…not good.”

You turn your head over to him, where he’s frowning, hands on his hips as he inspects your bedroom window.

You tilt your head, looking it over from your place on the couch. “What’s wrong with it?”

He sighs, “Well for one, the lock is broken. But even if it weren’t, this thing would be so easy to break.”

“It’s the lock the place came with.” You shrug. At least it has a lock. In Gotham that’s kind of asking a lot.

“Yeah, I can tell.” He frowns at the window once again, moving over to stand behind the couch. “I’m getting you better locks.” He looks to you, “I can install them tomorrow?”

You tilt your head up to look at him, “You don’t need to get me new locks, Jay…”

“Okay.” He kisses your head, “I’m getting them.”

You sigh in defeat, though your smile makes it lose its credibility. “Tomorrow’s fine. I assume you’re staying the night, then?”

He makes his way to the kitchen as he says, “Well, I’m not leaving you alone here with this piece of shit the only thing between you and Gotham.”

“I’ve lived here for two years.” You say flatly.

“Don’t remind me.” He mumbles as he moves behind the counter. “Actually, your door chain’s broken too, isn’t it?” It is, but that’s his own fault.

You had a long day a couple weeks ago and had a very long, very hot shower the second you got home. Unfortunately, it had slipped your mind to text him that you were home safe and he’d broken through the chain in one try to make sure you were okay.

You hum, “It wasn’t doing much anyways.” Clearly.

He grimaces as he heats up the stove for dinner.

You laugh lightly, “What?”

He looks back at you with a frankly adorable frown, “I don’t like that.”

You’d never thought much of it. You hadn’t had any—well, many—problems living here before, and you still had your deadbolt and handle lock.

“It’s okay. I’m safe here.”

He looks like he strongly disagrees. He comes back over, sitting next to you, taking your face in his hands. “Will you please let me set up some security measures around here?”

“Did Jason Todd just say please?” You say in faux-shock.

He rolls his eyes at you, “I’m serious.”

You sigh, contemplatively. “I don’t want my apartment looking like the Home Alone set.”

He laughs at that, “It’s not going to. You won’t even notice most of them. Just do it for me, please?”

“I’ll agree, but only because I know you’re going to do it anyways and I’d like to pretend I have control over this.” That’s not true, you’d agree to literally anything if he said please that sweetly again, but that’s your business.

“Fair enough.” He smiles, kissing your cheek.

No, it’s not fair at all.

It’s late. You’re not even sure how late but the city has calmed from its usual noises, indicating that your boyfriend will be home soon.

You’re coming up heavy on cramps tonight and according to the mockingly empty spot in your medicine cabinet, you’re out of ibuprofen. Yeah, it’s late, but the store on the corner is a three minute walk and fuck your stomach hurts. Jason wouldn’t like it if you went out without telling him though, so maybe you should wait until—

The sound of the living room window sliding open breaks you away from your thoughts, followed by a clatter of something hitting the ground.

You walk back into the dimly lit room, finding your boyfriend sliding the window shut again, holsters abandoned on the ground. He turns and collapses onto the couch face first, body immediately gone limp.

“Hey, baby.” You bite back a laugh, coming over to rub his muscled back from behind the couch. He groans into the cushion in response. “Why don’t you go get in bed?”

He hums almost imperceptibly, sitting up and rubbing his eyes roughly with his palms.

He stands and takes your hand in his as he passes by, tugging you towards the bedroom. The deep ache in your abdomen reminds you of your earlier train of thought. You pull your hand back, stopping in your tracks.

He turns back to you with a frown, wanting to know what could possibly be getting in his way of falling asleep, holding you close.

“I gotta go pick up some ibuprofen. I’ll be right back.” You say quietly, not wanting to disturb the quietness of the night for him. His frown deepens as you head towards the door, watching you.

You’ve got your purse in hand and are reaching for the handle when you hear his footsteps following in suit. “Hey, it’s okay. Stay here, I’m just going to the 24 hour store on the corner.”

He shakes his head, “You’re not going out in Gotham alone at two in the morning. Put your coat on, it’s cold.”

You do as you’re told, shrugging the coat on as you glance over at him. “Jason, it’s okay. You’re exhausted, go to sleep.”

He ignores you, throwing a sweatshirt on to cover up his armor, and follows you out the door; albeit far more sluggish than usual.

He was right though, the night air is bitter and slaps your face with every step forward you take. He lingers a few steps behind you, honest to god almost falling asleep mid step a couple times.

Frankly, you’re not even sure what kind of fight he’d be able to put up in this state. Though, he’s surprised you plenty of times before. In any case, his head snaps up every time there’s any sign of movement around, instantly on alert.

He trails behind you as you browse through the narrow aisles, hands stuffed in his sweatshirt.

As you’re standing at the store counter paying, his neck is craned forward, resting on your shoulder. You rub soothing circles into his hand with your thumb, though you’re sure it’s not doing anything to help his exhaustion.

You’re walking back home, the bite of the air a bit more forgiving in this direction. There’s another man walking down the sidewalk approaching, hands in pocket.

Jason’s too tired to bother with subtlety, glaring directly at the passerby before he could even think of trying anything. And it works, because the guy averts his gaze real quick and speeds up past you.

He continues working at his post from just behind you all the way until you’re back inside your apartment.

He takes the medicine container out of his pocket and cracks it open for you, wordlessly filling up a glass of water after. You gulp down a couple of the pills, and he takes the glass and bottle out of your hand the second you’re done, setting them on the counter.

He turns to you, eyes barely open, mumbling, “Can we sleep now?”

You smile at his fatigued state and take his hand, leading him to the bedroom.

Your neighbor likes you. You know it, Jason knows it.

The worst he’d done was flirt with you, badly, and shut his mouth real quick whenever your boyfriend emerged from your apartment.

And Jason let that go; he knows better than anybody that you’re heavenly and sweet and clever, of course this fucking guy likes you. Jason set an unspoken rule with himself, that he won’t get violent with any guys unless they put their hands on you. Something he knows for absolute fact your neighbor has not done.

At least he hadn’t until a couple of hours ago. You’d been in the hallway at the mailslots, your boyfriend nowhere in sight, when he decided it was the perfect time to make a move. Make several moves, actually.

You’re sitting on the couch, knees to chest, still trying to wrap your mind wround what had happened when Jason sees you. You stopped crying a while ago and you’ve entered the phase well.

Your hear keys jingling outside the door, followed by your boyfriend's entrance. He’s carrying some grocery bags and has a book tucked under his chin.

He lets the bags slide off his arms, and sets the book on the counter with them, beaming, “You’re never gonna guess what b—“ His smile drops when he sees you. “What’s wrong?”

You shake your head, “Nothing.” But your blinking feels off all of a sudden, and you can’t remember what you usually do with your face when you’re not lying. It doesn’t matter though, you could be an academy award winning actress and you’re still sure Jason would be able to see right through you with a single glance.

He frowns, “Don’t lie to me.” He moves towards you, kneeling down in front of you. “Please. What’s wrong?” His eyes are pleading now, already worried.

You don’t want him to worry about this. He already worries about you too much and he’d got all his vigilante stuff and…you just want to believe that this is a manageable situation and not a problem. Not something that affected you.

“It’s just…it’s not a big deal, okay? I can handle it—”

His posture stiffens and his voice suddenly goes low and serious, “What happened?”

You know where this is going. “Jason. Promise me you won’t do anything.”

His brow furrows, and his frown turns to something closer to anger. “Did someone put their hands on you? Who?”

“Jason—”

“Who did it?”

“The neighbor, b—” he immediately snaps to a stand and starts towards the door. You hurry to grab onto his hand before he can escape your proximity, “Jason. Please don’t.”

The pleading in your voice is enough to make his rage falter and turn back around to face you.

“Baby, if he touched you—” His eyes are pleading, begging you to let him go take care of this. If not for you then for him.

“It wasn’t—he didn’t do anything. He didn’t get to. I hit him and he backed off.” Which is…sort of true.

He stares at you. “In the hallway?”

You blink. “…Yeah?”

He takes off towards the bedroom wordlessly. You follow quickly on his tail, watching him sit on the edge of your bed, opening his computer and clicking through it quickly.

You slide over next to him, and see that he's pulling up a file under the name of your building and today’s date. It takes you two seconds too long to realize what he’s doing, the thought only sinking in right as you see the hallway security camera footage on the screen.

“Jason—” you try to close the computer but he bats your hand away.

He forwards through the footage, as you scramble trying and failing to reach past him, various building occupants coming in and out of frame rapidly.

“—please just listen to me.” But he did listen to you, and he heard that someone tried to hurt you. That was all he needed to hear.

He stops when he sees you enter the frame, watching closely. He sees you flipping through the mail. He sees your neighbor slither out of his apartment and stand far too close to you. You take a step back only to be met with two steps forward by him. He says something to you, probably asking where your boyfriend is.

The angle doesn’t show his face, but it does see yours, and you look incredibly uncomfortable. You don’t answer him, which evidently was enough of an answer in itself.

Your neighbor tries to brush some of your hair out of your face but you snap your head away, stumbling back a little. He uses your lack of balance as an “excuse” to grab onto your waist, pulling you close to him.

Your hands are out in front of you and you’re shaking your head as he pushes towards you. His lips land on your neck and you try to move backwards, but he grabs your wrists and holds you in place.

You fight against his grip, and upon realizing that your struggling doesn’t matter to him at all, you dig your nails into his wrists so hard you draw blood. He groans in pain and his grip on you loosens.

You snap your hands away and push yourself away, locking yourself in your apartment. Your neighbor lingers for a moment, shouting something at the door before trudging back into his apartment and slamming the door.

Jason snaps the laptop shut, coming to a stand once again. His fists clinch at his sides. “That was not nothing.”

No, it wasn’t. But you feel so helpless right now. You sure as hell felt it in the hallway, and it keeps lingering in you and you’re not sure why. You couldn’t do anything then, you can’t do anything now…it feels like all the bad things in the world are closing in on you and you just have to let it happen.

“I…I don’t want anyone to die because of me…” your words aren’t quite matching your thoughts, but this is the closest you can get right now.

He pulls back to look at you, brows furrowed. “It’s—it’s not because of you. It’s because of him. Baby, if I were on patrol and saw him touch some other girl like that I’d do the same thing.”

You know that. You know that. But communication seems impossible right now but it’s the only tool you have to stop things from closing in.

“No, I know that. I know…it’s just…” Things are closing in anyways. Alright, this is happening now. Your eyes start watering and your voice trembles.

“Fuck, baby.” His hand flies to the back of your head, other arm wrapping around your middle, pulling you to him.

You feel a bit silly, crying over the potential death of someone who tried to hurt you, in front of the Red Hood of all people.

“I’m sorry, I—I don’t know. It’s—it’s too many bad things. I can’t…”

“Okay. Okay. It’s okay. I’ll stay here. I’m staying here with you, okay?” You nod into his chest, tears dampening his shirt.

This is a temporary solution, you know that even now. But you think once it expires, it might be easier to accept whatever Jason’s going to do later.

He’s quiet for a few minutes, holding you in his arms as you sway back and forth lightly.

“Will you forgive me if I kill him?” He whispers into your hair.

You roll your eyes but smile nonetheless. “Don’t.”

“Is that a yes?”

You pull back to look him in the eyes, face setting. “I’m getting the feeling you’re going to do something regardless of how this conversation ends.” He says nothing. “Just, please, don’t kill him.”

He holds you tighter and you do the same, laying your head against his chest again. You feel him press a kiss to your head as he takes a deep breath.

You think on it for a moment, figuring it needs saying. “And don’t get in trouble.”

Your neighbor comes home late that night, trudging through the front door with a perpetual frown. He opens the door to his notably unlocked apartment. He drops his bag on the ground with a thump and flicks on the lamp next to the door. He shuts the door and turns the lock when the red elephant in the room pipes up.

“Hey, bud.”

He jumps, spinning around, “Who the fuck—oh, shit.” He freezes the second he sees him, sitting in the armchair across the room. The Red Hood nods, loading the gun in his hand.

Your neighbor stutters, “What—what are you doing here?”

He looks up at him, cocking the gun. “You put your hands on your neighbor, yeah?”

He looks fake-shocked at the accusation. “What? No, I would ne—which neighbor?”

He can’t see it, but Hood’s face drops into a deadpan. “That is really not helping your case.”

Your neighbor eyes the gun nervously.

Hood sighs, “I’m not going to kill you. I’ve been told it’s bad manners to execute someone the first time you meet.” He glances down the nail marks on his arm and steals his jaw. “No. What’s going to happen is you’re going to break your lease and move out. Within the next week.”

The neighbors eyes widen, “A week? Are you insane?”

Hood tilts his head a bit before shaking it, “Nah, you’re right. By tomorrow night.”

“This is my apartment. I live here, I’m not going anywhere. And unless you’re secretly Saul the landlord under there, you can’t do anything about it.” He crosses his arms, clearly feeling very proud of himself. Well, killing him isn’t the only option, is it?

“Yeah, I thought you’d say that.” Hood clocks him hard on the head with the frame of his gun. He goes down quickly and loudly, clutching his head, groaning. “The alternative is getting beaten half to death and hoping whatever hospital you end up at knows what they’re doing.”

Honestly, neighbor boy is pressing his luck as is. Maybe it was a bad idea for Jason to bring the gun.

“Fuck! Fine! I’ll go!” He wails.

Hood kicks his abdomen with the side of his boot, though not nearly as hard as he wanted to. “Shut up. You’ll disturb the neighbors.”

The neighbor groans again, quieter. He mumbles something about Hood being crazy but it gets lost under the grunts of pain.

Hood crouches down next to him, patting him on the head with the barrel of his gun. “Don’t worry, bud. I’ll check up on you. And if I ever see you so much as look in the general direction of another girl I’ll put a bullet in your head. Sound good?”

Your former neighbor drops his head to the ground, hand still clutching the growing swell on his forehead.

#these are all wildly different lengths my b #jason todd loves his gf #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd x you #jason todd/you #jason todd/reader #jason todd fanfic #jason todd fanfiction #red hood x you #red hood imagine #red hood x reader #red hood fanfic #red hood fanfiction

[cntloup]

Medieval AU

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

“I know this is too much to take in right now. You can always back out. I don’t wish to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.” he utters in a soft and sincere tone while you both sit on the bed with your backs against the headboard. 

You offer a small smile through the heaviness in your heart. Is this truly what you want? Can you trust him? 

You've spent all night talking and getting to know each other. Although it was mostly you who did the talking. But he answered some of your questions... very briefly of course. 

He mentioned that his father was a ‘bloody prick’. But his mother... he truly loved her... still does as you have noticed by the way he speaks about her. And his brother Tommy and Tommy’s wife, Beth and their son, Joseph... all so dear to him. 

“All dead.” he replies in a cold, monotone voice after you ask where they are and takes a sip of the bottle of whiskey in his hand. 

“I’m... so sorry.” you breathe out, shocked at the revelation, not truly knowing how to react.  

You can sense the hint of pain in his voice, you can see it in his eyes even though he keeps it all to himself, the walls around him too high and broad, strong but not entirely unbreakable. 

And deep down, you wish you could take all that pain away. No human should ever go through what he has. 

And you know he hasn’t told you everything. You still have to earn his trust for him to open up to you. And you understand that since he has to earn your trust as well. 

He tenses up at your touch as you take his hand in yours, but eventually warms up and turns his hand over to hold yours. 

“I’m really sorry. I know this is hard on you too. I never wished to be such a nuisance-”, “You’re not... It’s fine.” he cuts you off, turning his head to look you in the eye and you return his gaze with a soft smile. 

But you quickly shy away under the intensity of his glare and turn your head away. 

And you’ve noticed the slight edge to his tone. It definitely is difficult for him as well. 

Moments pass with a heavy silence settling in the room. 

He has been nothing but kind to you, never making any advances towards you, unlike all the other men you have encountered.

Although you can’t help but feel a leaden weight in your chest, almost crushing your heart. 

How can you marry a man you barely know?

But you’re aware that you have no choice. 

And despite all of that, you can’t help but sense the slight tingle in your heart. He surely makes you feel something... Is it quite love though?

Despite his rough and tough attitude, the seething danger in his eyes, you know there lies a good man beneath it all. 

All the conflicting emotions coursing through you make your eyes tear up and you can’t help the sobs escaping you ‘till morning comes as you lay in your bed. 

----- 

The ceremony is simple... and rushed of course. 

As he says his vows, you can feel the sincerity in his tone which makes your heart warm up, almost melting at his words with that deep, gravelly voice. 

And he kisses you so tenderly, his lips lingering on yours, making your heart flutter in your chest. 

He sends the guests away so you can have your privacy, despite traditions calling for them to stay. 

“We don’t have to do anything.” he says softly after you walk into the bedroom, stepping closer to you as you fumble with your dress while looking down, sensing your nervousness radiating off you. 

“Really? Are you sure that’s alright?” you ask anxiously, “I’m not going to force myself on you!” he responds, nearly in disbelief that you would think that. 

“I know... I just...” you mumble and chuckle nervously, “Alright. I-I'm really exhausted. I think I will go to bed.” you add with a smile, “Alright.” he nods and steps away to change his clothes. 

He walks up to you after he notices you struggling with your dress, “May I?” he offers, “Yes. Please!” you respond and turn around so he can untie the straps. 

And he does it with so much care and tenderness, the slight brush of his fingers on your skin sending shivers through your body. 

As you go on with your nightly routine, brushing your hair in front of the mirror on your vanity table, he sits on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixated on you. 

“What?” you ask with a shy smile as you notice his stare burning through your soul, “Nothing.” he says, returning the smile and looking away for a moment before looking up at you again. 

You finish your business and walk towards the bed where he’s still sitting, “You’re staring!” you scold playfully, “I’m merely admiring my wife.” he says with a boyish smile, “Well, thank you... husband.” you reply, looking down with your cheeks heating up. 

You settle on each side of the bed, but you can’t help the desire to feel close to him bubbling up inside you, “Can you... please... hold me?” you ask shyly, voice barely above a whisper, “ ‘course, love.” he replies, offering a warm smile before shuffling closer to you and wrapping his arms around you from behind. 

“Better?” he asks, “Much better.” you nod, nearly melting in his warm embrace.

Maybe this arrangement is not so bad after all. 

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WARNINGS!

18+ , Smut, AFAB reader, i am not using y/n so “name“ is used, Vaginal penetration, Pussy eating, blowjob, porn without plot ☠️

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FIRST NSFW POST ☠️☠️☠️

The rest of the crew was asleep, You lie restless in bed, staring at the ceiling, still tense from the battle earlier, you let out a soft sigh as you turn over to see your boyfriend and captain sleeping soundly, soft snoring noises leaving his lips as he slept, it was adorable and you didn’t feel like waking him up just because you were tense.

You adjusted in your shared bed, leaning your back against the wall, the soft pillows behind your back felt nice, easing that tension a little bit.

You sat closer to the wall and watched over your sleepy captain , Who now was seemingly stirring in sleep, He grumbled trying to find a comfortable position before turning over to face you, he smiled brightly like always and stretched his rubbery arms to pull you closer into his tight and warm embrace. You groaned as his inhumanly strong arms squished you.

“Too tight-!”

he loosened his grip.

“Oopsies!”

Luffy giggled and pulled you onto his lap, his back flat on the mattress and his head propped up on one of the pillows, his hands placed on either side of your waist, causing you to freeze. Luffy obviously didn’t understand why, he’s quite oblivious to anything like that. His grip on your hips tightened as he looked up at you.

“Somthin’ wrong “name?”

he tilted his head in genuine confusion as you took a deep breath.

“No no it’s just the position is kind of… provocative..?”

you blushed, you wanted nothing more but to strip you and his clothes off and fuck until the sun rose but you knew better with him, and you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable so you tried to always ease into the topic, since he can be a little… slow..? at times.

“Eh? You mean like the thing sanji is always talking about?”

You froze.

“Uhm-.. what does sanji talk about Luff..?”

you felt your fists ball, knuckles turning white, of course going unnoticed by the oblivious man under you.

“Uh-.. he says somthin about boobs… and pussy or whatever- ion really pay attention when he talks about that if i’m being honest.”

Luffy shrugged and you let out a sigh of relief, part of you didn’t want your captains innocence being snatched away by that pervert of a cook. But then you had a genuine curiosity.

“Lu, Do you know what sex is?”

you asked with hesitance, a TON of hesitance.

“Eh? sex? No-..? i don’t think so-“

you face palmed, you knew he was inexperienced but the fact he didn’t even know how humans reproduced was insane to you, didn’t normal children get taught that at a young age..?

“Why? is it good? is it a food?”

You almost laughed

“Well it’s not a food but it’s an activity and i would say it is good-“

luffys eyes lit up with excitement

“Fun activity! than let’s do it!”

your eyes almost popped right out of your skull with pure shock.

“Luffy i don’t think you would want to uhm- it has to deal with uh-..”

You tapped on the outline of your captains cock in his jean shorts to try to hint at him what you meant, Obviously it was embarrassing but it was Luffy so that made you feel a little safer.

“What about it-?”

“Do you want me to show you?”

he tilted his head before nodding his head, you took a deep breath since you didn’t expect to end your night like this, but oh well.

You slowly reached down to unbutton the denim shorts he wore, peppering kisses along the side of his neck and jawline.

“Mm..”

Luffy softly groaned out as you nipped at the side of his neck and unzipped the zipper of his shorts, you wiggled them off his hips and threw them to the side, Luffys hands slowly traveled up your back and down again to hold your hips as you gently palmed his now growing erection.

“W-what the-… why’s it-“

his sentence was cut off by a shaky moan, his eyes shut tight. You obviously knew what he was referring to. You couldn’t help but giggle at the little noises he was making.

“It’s normal- Your excited is all..”

You whispered your words an octave lower than normal as you gently kissed his collarbone, your thumb rubbing against the tip of his cock in slow circular motions, his hips bucked against nothing as his grip on your hips tightened, he didn’t say another word since he couldn’t get a coherent sentence out of his mouth, the new overwhelming pleasure soaring through his veins.

“Hahhh… feels s’good..”

He whined out, continuing to buck his hips, you moved one of your hands to push down on his lower stomach, keeping his hips from bucking as you lowered your head towards his pelvis , kissing down his chest and stomach as you made your way to his cock, gently kissing up the sides and planting a kiss to the tip, you were addicted to the way he reacted to every new sensation.

“Feel good?”

You mumbled as he nodded slowly, he was a tough guy, you didn’t expect him to be so sensitive, which only made this all the more fun, your tongue slowly peeked out as you licked a long stripe from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, wrapping your lips around it once you made your way up, he let out a whiny groan as you slowly started to envelop him in the warmness of your mouth, his eyes rolling to the back of his head once you took half of him into your throat, he was above average on the length side, and an average girth, not trimmed whatsoever, but that’s what you had expected from him. You relaxed the muscles in your throat and started to take more of him down your throat, inch by inch until you felt his hairs gently tickle your lips and nose.

“Ah-…Shit!”

He was obviously struggling to control himself as he fought not to buck his hips up into your mouth, somehow he knew if he did that he’d get his ass whooped.

You finally released him from your throat only to take his cock right back into your mouth, setting a slow and steady pace, the sounds he was making were music to your ears. He quickly gripped your hair desperate for something to hold onto, Poor guy had no idea where to put his hands.

“I-.. somthins gunna cm’out…”

You looked up at him and nodded as your began to gently rub his thighs, his eyes were closed tightly and the veins in his forehead were prominent as he reached his peak, spilling his seed deep into your throat. You gagged a little, to which he quickly froze and looked down at you.

“M’fine-… taste S’good..”

He groaned at your words alone, before completely flipping you over and ripped off your shirt.

“I wanna taste too..”

you were shocked when he quickly took one of your nipples into his mouth making you arch your back into the sensation , you had no idea where he was pulling these skills out of but you didn’t mind, his other hand came up to your untouched breast and began to roll your nipple between his fingers causing you to whimper softly at the sensation, Your nipples were quick to harden, and luffy couldn’t seem to get enough of the taste.

“You taste good too yknow… wanna taste more..”

Your eyes widened as he quickly ripped your skirt right in half, making quick work of your soaking panties along with it, he looked down at your pussy, almost examining it.

“Be gentle down there-… It’s sensitiv-“

Before you could even respond Luffy was latched onto your clip, sucking vigorously like it was the last drop of water in the burning hot deserts of alabasta, your eyes rolling back in your head as you moaned out his name, your hands grasping at the sheets as your back arched, shoving your pussy closer to his face as you tried to get yourself off. The pleasure was intense, panging through you like lightning. Luffy stopped for a moment, making you whine out at the loss of friction. Before you could even speak up he quickly licked a stripe up your slit.

“So tasty..”

You gasped out as he shoved his tongue into your hole, directly hitting that little spongy spot inside of you, granting you your orgasm, finishing all over his face. He quickly lapped up all your juices, he sure made quick work of you.

“Luffy-… ah.. fuck..”

He seemed genuinely confused on what to do next, still dazed from the delectable taste of your body.

“Luff, Need you…Lay down f’me..”

He quickly obliged, If it was for more of that pleasurable sensation he would genuinely start crawling up the walls if you asked, you placed your knees onto either side of his hips, hovering above his cock, hard as ever and leaking pre-cum, you reached down and spread the bead of the salty liquid across his tip, causing him to groan softly, his hands making their way to your hips with a needy whine, you took this as a sign and lined up his cock with your entrance, taking a deep breath before slowly sinking down onto his length, your eyes shut tight at the painful stretch, but the white hot pleasure trailing close behind, your mouth parting to let out a moan before luffy pulled your hips down onto his cock, not even giving you time to adjust to his size before he was plowing right into you. You rested your hands on his shoulders and grabbed his infamous straw had from the bedside table and placed it atop your head as you rode him, both of you quickly nearing your peaks as your stared into one another’s eyes

“M- S’comin out-!”

You nodded and both of your orgasms hit like a ton of bricks, you collapsed on top of him, panting and breathing heavily as your sweaty bodies collided, you slowly lifted your hips up and his cock slid out of your pussy. you sighed, the tension in your body from earlier completely relieved.

“Felt good baby…Love you..”

Luffy wrapped an arm around you, hand resting on the small of your back.

“Love ya too… but i’m hungry now- let’s get some meat!”

ty for coming to my ted talk

#monkey d. luffy #luffy #one piece x reader #straw hat luffy #mugiwara no luffy #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy #monkey d luffy x reader #smut #fanfic #Spotify

[merakiui]

Oof, thinking about orca Rollo going through his mating season- he’s a whiny, clingy mess, turning over onto his back so you can see his cock creeping out through his slit and leaking heavy doses of precum. He’s never had the desire to mate before, but now you’re here and he’s just so in love with you, won’t you give him some relief? He’s so desperate that he even reverts back to speaking in clicks and whistles in hopes to attract you, using traditional mating calls with no thought in his head that you more than likely won’t understand him. It’s no surprise that when he gets close enough (if you’re not overbearingly careful that is, he’ll even go as far as to breach and launch himself to try and get to you if you’re away from his pool) he makes sure you end up in the water with him, clicking and whining at you as he shreds your clothes and holds you in a tight embrace as he swims on his back with you on top of him. Don’t be scared, he’ll take good care of you and make sure you feel good too! He’s just so impatient to breed you full and get you pregnant.

(⊙_⊙) anon, this is so yummy omg....... I have not been able to think of anything else since I read your ask AAAAAAAAA. Orca Rollo brain rot is so real omg!!!!!

He's just so big, so you can only fit just a few inches of his cock inside. orz he tries to assure you it will be okay, but he's so overwhelmed with the desire to mate that he forgets to speak in your language. Instead, all you hear are soft, sweet clicks. Rollo who pats your thigh and massages your hip encouragingly, patiently waiting for you to adjust. Maybe while on top of him you lie on your stomach with his cock still thrust up inside you.

Even though you know he'd never hurt you, you've never experienced a Rollo driven by the urge to breed, and so you shakily move your hips in hopes of satisfying him. You don't want to upset him when he's this sensitive. It even starts to feel good after a while! He pats you on the head and you think he's saying kind things in his language. It's hard to tell, but the look in his eyes is soft, albeit glazed over with lust. He's surprisingly gentle. You can't imagine the amount of restraint he must have to be able to prevent himself from being too rough.

Your species probably aren't compatible anyway, so you suppose you might as well let him get it out of his system. It comes as a shock later on when you start showing signs of pregnancy, though. Perhaps you were compatible after all. :)

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #tw: breeding #tw: dubcon

[lowkeycasanova]

Isn't that sweet

sanji x f!reader

loosely inspired by espresso by sabrina carpenter

wc: less than 700

As Sanji ascended the stairs of the Thousand Sunny to the deck in the morning, the wooden planks creaked underneath his footsteps. A pair of legs came into view as he walked up and there, leaning against the railing with a serene smile, stood his beloved.

Your frame with the backdrop of the vast ocean, along with your hair swaying in the breeze, was a sight to behold.

Sanji's heart skipped a beat as he approached. His footsteps softened, not wanting to disturb. He admired you from afar for a moment, taking in the way the sunlight kissed your skin.

"Good morning, my dear." he said softly. You turned around to him, meeting his gaze with a tenderness that melted his heart.

"Good morning, Sanji." you replied like a melody.

His hand, once tucked away in his pocket, found it's place on the small of your back.

With the waves being the only sound, it was easy to feel like it was only you two in the world. That is until Luffy's unmistakable enthusiam arrived.

A chuckled escaped your lips at the thought. You love that kid.

Looking up at boyfriend, you observed him with a smile, loving the way his hair matched the sun. A soft smile played on your lips while a subtle yawn escaped from his. He tried to conceal it by slightly turning his head and covering his mouth with his free hand.

Then he caught your eye, his own expression sheepish yet filled with affection.

"Sorry love." he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of exhaustion.

You look amused. "Tired?"

"A little. Didn't get much sleep."

"Why's that?"

"Just... thinking about you, is all."

It was true. You and your presence consumed his thoughts. And it'll be random too.

I wonder what she's doing right now.

I wonder if she's thinking about me.

I wish I was with her right now.

She looked so beautiful today.

I loved the way she hugged me the last time I saw her.

He thinks about you when you're with him and when you're not. On thought will lead to another and he'll lay in bed thinking about you all night if he could. And results in having dreams about you when he does sleep.

Your smile widened at his confession, a warmth spreading through your chest. "I know the feeling."

With tender fingers, you grabbed a hold his hand that was resting on your back and interlocked them.

He couldn't help but smile. Everything you so makes him smile.

Sex wasn't the passionate driving force of your relationship. Softly brushing against him made a shock go through his body, even if you did it by accident. Seeing you fight beside him filled him with pride. Tending to his wounds made his heart skip a beat.

He still gets nervous when he sees you. He gets butterflies in the pit on his stomach. He's giddy, happy, content, and distracted all at the same time.

Sanji brought your intertwined hands to his mouth and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. His warm breath fanned over your skin. It's Sanji, so he's done this before, but the kindness in the gesture will always make you swoon.

"Love you."

The words were unexpected and you thought that maybe you had imagined them. This wasn't new. Sanji was never the one to only say it sparingly. He was going to tell you as much as he could.

It made your heart swell. Aside from your parents, no one has ever loved you like this. And not only did he tell you, he showed you.

You pulled your hand from his, reaching to brush a strand of hair from his face, and wrapped both arms securely around his neck before he could whine about the loss of connection.

Your lips kissed his softly and a low moan was emitted from his throat. His lips parted and you knew there was more he wanted to say, but couldn't. Simply kissing him made his head spin.

"Love you too, Sanji."

#sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #one piece sanji #op sanji #sanji fluff #sanji fanfiction #sanji fanfic #one piece fluff #one piece fanfiction

[samandcolby-ownme]

Summary: Reader meets Jake at a bar, learning quickly about what goes on underneath.

Warnings: strong language, fighter!Jake, fighting, mentions of blood, cuts, bruises, punching, kicking, kissing, alcohol consumption, not really smut but it’s not really fluffy cute, if you read, you’ll understand what I mean - not edited

Enjoy!

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“Thank you.” You gave the bartender a small smile as he set your glass, half full of a dark liquid down on the bar.

He nods and you lay a ten down, “Keep the change.” He smile, “Thank you.” You nod and look down at your drink, mind racing about why you decided to move to L.A.

Why did I come here?

Do I have a reason to be here?

Can I really fit in and-

“This seat taken?” The deep voice pulls you from your thoughts and you look up, slowly turning your head over to where the voice came from.

A, very tall, guy with a beanie covering his black choppy looking hair, stands there with a small smile on his lips. He was fairly cute, you couldn’t lie, so you shake your head, “Not at all.”

You smile and sit up, turning towards him slightly as he sits down.

“I’m Jake.” He holds his hand out and you look down, shocked when you see his busted up and bruised hand, “Um.” You tilt your head as you take his hand, “Y/n.”

You look up at him and a smile spreads across his have as you speak, “I’m sorry, but I have to ask. Are you okay? Do you need like medical attention or something!”

He shakes his head, taking a sip of his drink, “Nah, nah. I’m alright, sweetheart.”

Your heart skips a beat and you can feel your cheeks growing redder.

“Thank you for asking.” He smiles and you nod, “I mean, if you say so.” You laugh slightly, eyes moving back down to fixate on your freshly manicured hand in his.

The deep colored bruising and the dark red scabs not only intrigued you in a, what do you do on a daily basis kind of way, but also in a wow nothing has ever turned you on like this before way, too.

“You can ask.” Jake’s voice causes your eyes do snap up to his, “what?”

He chuckles, sipping on his drink, “I said. You can ask.”

“Uh, ask what?” You play dumb and Jake squeezes your fingers that are still lingering on his palm. He leans in and his eyes move from your lips to your eyes, “Ask me what I do to make my hands look like this.”

Your eyes move between his and you smirk slightly, “Tell me, Jake.” You circle his palm with your fingers slowly, “What do you do to get your hands all beat up?”

Jake looks up at the clock, “Come with me.”

Usually, a guy telling a girl he just met to, come with me, would usually raise red flags, but you’ve basically held Jake’s hand the whole time have been sitting here chatting.

Jake, as weird as it sounds, makes you feel safe, so you had no problem following him to his car.

“Here. You can put your bags in here for now.” You nod as you watch him open the back door. You nod and toss your duffle in before Jake lifts your suitcase and lays it on the seat, “Alright.” He closes the door and holds his hand out, “Follow me.”

You take his hand, waking with him around the building of the bar you were just in, “Where are we going?” You ask as you walk under Jake’s arm.

He turns, arm still on the door, a smirk on his lips, “You scared, darlin’?” A smirk grows on your lips as you shake your head, “No. I trust you.” He nods, taking your hand into his again, “Atta girl.”

You smile to yourself as you look around, “What is this place?” Your eyes fall to him as he stops and you can hear faint shouting and chanting coming from, somewhere.

Jake reaches for the handle of the old door. Your eyes watch as his busted up and ring cladded fingers wrap around the handle, “This is how my hands get all fucked up.”

You raise your brows and he nods towards the door as he swings it open, “Just stay with me. You’ll be good.” You walk in and the shouting grows louder the closer you get to the deep green lit room.

Your eyes scan down over the floor below you, taking in what you’re witnessing. You take a sharp breath as the one guy below in a ring formed by the, what you can only assume is members, takes a bad punch to the jaw.

“Knocked out.” Jake says in a low voice as he leans in towards you. You smile slightly and point, “So what..” you bite your lip and look up at him, “You fight for a living?”

“I know he’s here!” A guy, who is very angry, yells. You look down and see a guy spinning around slowly, looking at each crowd member in the face, “Webber. Where the fuck you at, brother?”

“Is he looking for you?” Your head snaps to Jake and he chuckles, “Uh huh.” He starts do take his rings off, extending his hand out to you, can you hold these for me?” You open your hand and he drops his rings into your palm, flashing you a smile, “Thanks. Come on.”

You stuff his rings into your pocket and quickly take his hand, following him down a rickety looking spiral staircase. Every turns, their eyes moving from Jake to you and you have never felt so out of place.

Jake pulls you through the crowd, his grip tight on your body. You did feel super safe with him, especially now with knowing he can fight. You stop as you get to the opening and Jake shrugs off his jacket, “Heard you were lookin’ for me.”

You take his jacket as he extends his arm back, almost like muscle memory. The guy cracks his knuckles and then lifts his hand to his chin, “Wanted to take a crack at knocking you down from your rankin’ a lil bit.” He cracks his neck and Jake puts his hand to his ear, “And what rank would that be?”

The guy across from him laughs, “I’m here to remove your title as undefeated champion, Mr. Jake Webber.” You feel your heart beat harder when you hear the words roar off his tongue.

Jake slips his shirt off over his hand, you also take that and drape it over his jacket. Jake quickly stretches his arms a few times and shrugs, “Let’s see you try.” He motions with his hand, “Bring it, big boy.”

The guy wasn’t any bigger than Jake, well, maybe his ego. Jake looked back at you, giving you a wink before looking back at the guy walking over to him, fists balled and ready to swing.

Jake moves, getting them to walk in a circle before the guy swings on Jake, groaning in frustration when Jake dodges it. The longer you stood there, watching if all play out, the more you felt like you belong there, and walking in with Jake really seemed to help that - hell, undefeated champ and all.

Jake swings, popping the guy in his jaw and he laughs, “I think you have the theater and the ring mixed up, there pal.” Jake shoots, cocking his head, “I’m here to fight, not dance.” The guy lets out a loud yell as he runs towards Jake, and you gasp as Jake’s back meets the dark stained concrete below him.

The guy pulls his arm back just to swing but Jake quickly manages to escape and get two punches to his face before scurrying to stand up.

You were absolutely mesmerized, seeing Jake like this. The sweat glistening off his body in the glowing green lights. The way he can take more than a punch and not bat an eye, fuck. You practically had to wipe the drool off of your chin before anyone noticed.

“Come on, Jake.” You mumble to yourself, bouncing up and down in your spot. Jake’s head snaps to the left as he eats another punch, his cheek busted open slightly, but not as bad as the other guys. Yet.

Your lip is pulled tightly between your teeth, biting down harder each time Jake gets hit. Your eyes watch as he stumbles back, falling at your feet. Before you can bend down to help him, he’s already halfway up your body.

He drags his face really close to yours, and your heart is beating at a high rate speed. His lips press to yours, giving you a sloppy, but still the hottest kiss you’ve ever had in your life, before he pulls away, a cocky smirk on his face.

You hold your stare on Jake. You were too into watching him completely obliterate the prick that tried to be better than him, to notice that his blood was also on your face.

“Alright. Alright.” A guy goes out, pulling Jake off of the weakened figure lying on the ground. Jake stands up, turning out and holding his arm up.

The crowd goes absolutely wild.

And so do you.

Jake looks around for a second before locking his eyes on you. He smirks and nods his head, cocking his jaw as he snatches the money from the guys hand and immediately walks over to you.

His arms go around your waist and your feet lift up off the ground. His lips meet yours again, along with fresh blood meeting the almost dried blood on your face.

“C’mon.” Jake sets you down, arm still around your waist, “Let’s get out of here.” He leads you up the steps and back out into the hall, immediately pressing your back against the old brick wall.

His hands cup your cheeks, thumb smearing his blood over your skin, “You look so pretty with my blood on your face.”

You smile and lick your lips, “You are incredibly, fucking hot.” He pulls you in and kisses over your cheek to your lips, “I hope you don’t have any plans tonight, because you’re coming home with me.”

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#samandcolby-ownme #snippet #snippets #Jake Webber #Jake Webber one shot #jake webber x reader smut #jake webber one shots #jake webber dirty #spicy one shot #jake webber smut #Jake Webber x reader #jake webber x y/n #jake webber x reader fluff #jake webber x you #jake webber fluff #dirty jake webber

[madangel19]

Brownies

Thought of Phantom eating one too many of Swiss's weed brownies during 4/20 and had to write it down :D

Content: Recreational drug use, ghoul cuddles, poor Phantom doesn't know about the forever weed brownie

Word Count: 1078

A sweet earthy scent from the ghoul kitchen caught Phantom’s attention. He was laying in bed when it reached him and his stomach began to grumble. Were the ghoulettes cooking something? Cumulus’s cookies were always mouth watering but this didn’t smell like cookies. He had to investigate. 

Phantom got out of bed and left his room, chittering softly. The smell was stronger now. It reminded him of Swiss and he smiled at the thought of him cooking something yummy. He didn’t cook often, but when he did, it was delicious. 

Phantom poked his head around a corner and saw the empty kitchen. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary, but he quickly spotted a tray of brownies on the counter. The smell was coming from there.

“Ooo brownies,” he crowed as he went over and looked the brownies over. The smell was strong, warm and earthy, reminding him of the few times he walked by Mountain’s greenhouse. They must have been taken out recently which meant they were still warm. Warm brownies were always the best.

Phantom looked around and saw that he was alone. He looked back at the brownies and saw there was more than enough for everyone. He could eat one or two or three or four. He carefully picked one up and smelled it again, sighing in content at the amazing scent.

He took a bite and he gasped at the slightly bitter taste. It didn’t last long before he bit down on gooey chocolate chips and he was in love. Fuck, it tasted amazing despite the brief bitterness. He shoved the rest of the brownie into his mouth and moaned as he chewed.

“Fuck, that’s good. One more,” he murmured, wiping his mouth before grabbing another brownie that was a lot bigger than the others.

Why didn’t anyone tell him that Swiss was making brownies? Was this supposed to be some kind of surprise? No, someone would have told him beforehand. This was probably Swiss being generous and making sweets for the pack. 

Once he was finished eating the second brownie, he took a third and stepped away from the tray. Three was enough for now. He needed some milk after three brownies. 

“Phantom?”

He froze, the third brownie halfway in his mouth. He slowly looked around and saw Swiss standing behind him. The multi ghoul looked at him and then at the tray of brownies and his eyes went wide with shock before he suddenly burst into laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Phantom asked, unsure of what was going on.

“Oh, Bug. How many brownies did you eat?” Swiss asked, wiping away tears from his eyes.

“Uhhh….three? There’s plenty for everyone so three felt like enough,” Phantom replied. 

Swiss gasped despite the huge smile on his face. He shook his head and walked over to Phantom, throwing an arm around his shoulder. 

“Oh, Bug. Sweet Bug. You’re in for it now,” Swiss crowed. 

“Why? What’s wrong? Was I not supposed to eat the brownies?” Phantom asked, already feeling bad if they were meant for Papa or even the Clergy. 

“Those are my strongest weed brownies, Bug. Mountain’s been growing a special strain and wanted me to bake them into brownies for the pack and anyone else who’s interested. Just one is enough to turn you into mush,” Swiss said, leading Phantom to the couch. 

“Oh…Oh no…,” Phantom murmured. 

“Hmm, I guess I should have left a warning note,” Swiss said, helping Phantom sit down. 

“Yeah, you should have. Swiss…am I gonna be okay?” Phantom asked, looking up to the bigger ghoul for reassurance. He had been high with Swiss and the rest of the pack plenty of times, but he had never had an edible before. 

Swiss chuckled and sat down next to him, tousling his dark hair. He could feel the faint tug of his quintessence putting him at ease and he let out a soft sigh while resting his head on his shoulder.

“You’ll be okay, Bug. You can just lay here and the rest of the pack will come along and we’ll all have brownies and watch stupid movies together and eat snacks,” Swiss said.

“That sounds nice,” Phantom replied, glad that he was safe. He wasn’t sure what he was going to feel soon, but as long as he was with his pack, then he was going to be fine.

One hour later

Dewdrop yawned as he made his way to the ghoul den. Swiss had been texting him all morning about his plans for the day and the mention of his famous brownies really got his attention. He had a long day and looked forward to relaxing with a brownie and a blunt. 

He stopped when he saw the scene before him. Phantom was laid out on the couch, eyes droopy and a goofy smirk on his lips. His head was positioned in Swiss’s lap. Swiss lazily played with his hair while taking a drag from a blunt. The ghoulettes were piled on the floor in a giggly cuddle pile while cooing over Phantom. Rain and Mountain were seated in different arm chairs, looking absolutely blissed out. 

“You guys got started before me?” Dewdrop asked. 

“Phantom started first. Poor thing ate three brownies and now he’s in space,” Swiss purred, cupping the younger ghoul’s cheek and slowly rubbing his thumb along his skin. Phantom purred, grabbing his hand and nuzzling it. 

“He’s so cute like this,” Aurora chimed. 

“Mm...not cute,” Phantom murmured. 

“You’re right. You’re adorable, Bug. You’re taking three brownies so well. Once you’re able to move in a few hours, you can take a hit of this,” Swiss said, showing him the blunt. Phantom reached for it and Swiss held it away, shaking his head with a playful smirk. The younger ghoul whined, but made no effort to move. 

“Just wait a bit longer, darling,” Cumulus cooed while holding a chirping Aurora close to her chest. 

“Are there any brownies left?” Dewdrop asked, his stomach rumbling. There were plenty of snack strewn about the den that made his mouth water. 

“Of course. They’re in the fridge,” Mountain said.

Dewdrop nodded and went to get himself a brownie or two. After eating two brownies, he sighed and went to take his place in the cuddle pile with the ghoulettes.

“How many did you eat?” Cirrus asked after pulling him close.

“Two.”

“Perfect,” Swiss crowed.

“Yay,” Phantom cheered weakly before cuddling closer to Swiss.

#the band ghost #ghost band #nameless ghouls #phantom ghoul #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghoulettes #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #fanfiction #ghost fanfiction

[cameronspecial]

A New Kind Of Normal (Part 5)

Pairing: Dad!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Relapse

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: After a fight with his dad, Rafe makes another mistake that could cost him everything.

Masterlist

Stella spots her dad easily in the crowd of parents and runs toward him. He picks her up, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “How was daycare, little witch?” Rafe asks. She moves in his arms to look at him, “Good. It was my turn to feed the fishy today.” For the past few weeks, Rafe has been picking up Stella at daycare and dropping her off at the diner. It was tiring at first to drive back and forward from the Outer Banks to the mainland every day, so he rented an apartment close to Y/N’s house to make the journey shorter. Ward wasn’t too pleased when Rafe started working remotely, but Sarah talked to Ward about it. “That’s sounds fun. Are you still mad at Sabrina?” he asks while buckling the little girl. She finds his eyes through the rearview mirror, “Yes, she stole my boyfriend.” “That’s okay, you’re too young to be dating anyway. Boys are yucky,” he laughs at the pouty face she gives him.

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Y/N is refilling the sugar container when Rafe walks through the door. Her surprise is written on her face because Stella is at her grandparents’, so he doesn’t need to drop her off this evening. She sets the sugar down, “Hey, is everything okay?” “Yeah, just didn’t really know what to do with my time since I’m not dropping Stella off. I thought I’d keep you company,” he states, sitting down at the counter. She laughs, “I remember the first time my parents took her for the weekend. I had a lot of time on my hands and I didn’t know what to do, so I rearranged my spice cabinet three times.”

“That sounds fun. How did you arrange them?”

“By country of origin, and then by taste, and then by alphabetical order, which is how I already had it. So I’m glad to be your spice cabinet for this evening.” 

Harvey comes out from the kitchen and sees Rafe at the counter, “Hello, Rafe. I’ll be with you in just a moment.” “It’s okay, Harv. I’m going to the kitchen to get something to drink. I’ll put in his order in. You can head on your break once you serve your table,” she informs, putting the sugar back under the countertop. Patty receives his order and Y/N heads back out to stay with Rafe. “How has your day been?” she asks, sitting on the stool across from him still behind the counter. He looks up from his phone, “It was a little disappointing. Work was the same as ever and I didn’t get to see my little witch. Seeing you is the best part of my day. How about you?” Her heart flutters and she uses a cough as an excuse to hide the sparkly in her eye. “I like seeing you too,” she says, focusing on the countertop. He gives a little chuckle, “I was asking more about your day, but it’s good to know you appreciate my company.” 

He knows she turned him down for a date and it hurt at the time, but Rafe hasn’t given up hope. She said that she liked him and timing was the only issue. He just has to show her he can stay sober and be in a relationship with her. Her eyes shy away, “Now, I feel stupid. My day was not bad. Business is better than usual, which means more money for me.” “Don’t feel stupid, Buttercup. It’s a simple mistake. I’m glad that business is going well,” he comforts. 

The two engage in smile talk until Patty comes out to give Rafe his food. “Patty,  I could’ve brought out his food,” Y/N protests, moving out of the way so Patty can slide the plate directly in front of him. Patty gives him a warm smile, “I know, but I just love seeing this handsome face.” “Aww, Patty. I love seeing you too. If only I was a few years older,” he plays along. She shakes her head, “If only. I would never dream of taking you for Y/N/N though.” “Patty, he isn’t mine. He is free to do whatever he wants,” Y/N interjects, disappointing Rafe. He turns his attention to Y/N, “There isn’t anyone else that I want other than Stella.” She looks at him with shock, understanding the hidden meaning behind the look in his eyes. “Stella is one lucky daughter,” she states while breaking their eye contact. Harvey calls Y/N over to ask her a question and this ends their conversation. “You love her,” Patty remarks. Rafe nods his head, “I do, but she doesn’t love me.” “Just you wait. She’ll come around. You’re already on the right track. Stella is definitely the way to her heart,” Patty returns to the kitchen. 

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With Stella away, Y/N decides to give Patty and Harvey the rest of the night off and she would close up shop for the day. What she didn’t anticipate was Rafe staying with her until she closed. He spent eight hours with her at the counter. About three hours in, he commandeered her laptop to keep himself busy as she took care of the customers. He would tell her random facts to catch her attention and tell her a joke to hear her melodic laugh. He would steal glances at her every so often. Unbeknownst to him, she would steal some right back. She told him multiple times that he didn’t need to stay, but he insisted he needed her company to fill the hole of Stella being gone. The last customer leaves the diner and Y/N locks up behind him.

She turns toward Rafe, who still hasn’t left, “Do you want something to eat? You have been here for eight hours.” “I could go for some fries, but only if you eat something too. You haven’t eaten since I got here,” he points out. Right on time, her stomach growls in a long low tone. She didn’t realize she skipped dinner and felt butterflies at the fact that Rafe was keeping an eye on her. “Okay, I’ll be right back.” 

Around fifteen minutes later, she returns with a place full of fries and a burger. She rounds the counter to sit beside Rafe and puts the plate between the two of them. “Do you want to watch a movie?” she questions, pulling her laptop to her to open Disney +.  His hand finds a fry, “Sure.” He lets her pick Ratatouille since it feels like fitting with them being in a restaurant and all. Y/N inspects the fries on the plate and before she can take the fry she decides on, Rafe mindlessly grabs the one she wants. The fry is near his mouth, but she grabs it out of his hand and shoves it in her mouth. “Hey! I was going to eat that, Buttercup,” he complains. She shrugs her shoulders, “I like the crunchy ones, Button. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t let you have this crunchy goodness.” 

“That’s awfully selfish of you. How are you going to make it up to me?”

The pair had unknowingly gotten closer to each other. Their faces are only about three inches away from each other. His breath finds her lips and it takes everything in him not to bring them to his. She stares into his eyes, trying to figure out what he wants her to say. “Well… I don’t have much, but how about I let Stella sleep over at your place next weekend? Does that make you feel better?” she genuinely offers. Upon seeing she is serious, his face turns to joy, “I would love to have her sleepover. I have to get the spare bedroom ready. Maybe get her a few toys and some-.” “Woah, slow down there, Button. She is only there for a night. You don’t need to do too much for her,” Y/N stops his tangent. 

“I know. I just want her to enjoy her weekend with me so she’ll want to come back. So I can prove that I am a good father.” 

“Rafe, no matter what you do, she will want to be with you. You are her father and that’s all she needs.” 

Her right hand finds the side of his face and she plays with the bottom of his earlobe. He leans into her touch, letting himself be comforted after he is a little vulnerable with her. Her eyes flicker down to his watch and she notices the time. “Damn, it’s late. I should probably start walking back home,” she worries, scrambling off the stool and cleaning up their late-night snack. He looks at his watch, “You are walking home? What happened to your car?” “Joshua asked to borrow it and since Stella is not with me, I said it was fine,” she notes as a matter of fact. He helps her clean up and takes out his car key, “I see. I’ll drive you home then.” “Rafe, you don’t have to. You know it isn’t that far for me to walk,” she tries to refuse. He shakes his head, “Y/N, I’m not letting the mother of my child walk alone close to midnight. So, don’t worry about it and let me drive you.” She stops arguing and gets to work quickly cleaning up.

Once she closes the diner, they walk side by side to his car. He notices the goosebumps running up her arm and shrugs off his grey North Face jacket, wrapping it around her shoulders. She whispers a thank you. They get into the car and make their way to her house. He walks her to the door with his fingertips itching to touch hers. At the door, they turn to each other, looking into each other’s eyes. He takes a tentative step forward and she doesn’t move back. He is about to take a chance and lean in for a kiss when the door flings open to reveal Benedict.   

“Finally, you’re back. You sure took your sweet time with closing. Hey, Rafe. Y/N, do you have any mayo? I feel like eating just straight-up mayo,” Benny interrupts, walking away from the door to the kitchen. She pulls away from Rafe and follows her brother inside, devastating Rafe. He slowly enters the house after a few seconds to see the siblings bickering about Benny eating only mayo. The domestic sight makes him feel left out, so he bids goodbye to the pair. He is almost to the door when Y/N catches up to him. “Button, wait,” she calls out, gently grabbing his arm above his elbow. “I wanted to say thank you for keeping me company tonight. And for taking me home. I know you didn’t have to stay and that part of the reason you did is because of me. So thank you.” He looks back at her with a soft smile, “No problem. I have to protect the woman I lo- I have to protect the woman who gave birth to my baby girl.” She caught what he was about to say, nails finding their way between her teeth. “Right, well… goodnight,” she mutters, stepping back into her house. He moves back towards the sidewalk, “Goodnight.” Y/N waits for Rafe to be out of sight before closing the door.

——

Rafe opens the door to his apartment to find Ward Cameron waiting with an annoyed look on his face. “What do you want?” Rafe grumbles, leaving the door open and walking away from it. Ward enters the room, “You can’t keep living here. You need to come back to the Outer Banks.” “No, I don’t. I’ve been keeping up with my work and going back when we had a meeting. So I don’t see a problem,” Rafe argues, going to the kitchen to pour himself some water. 

“When are you going to realize that you are just playing pretend? That you are eventually going to get tired of playing family. It’s better you realized that sooner rather than later.”

“You have no idea what you are talking about. I’m not going to leave my family. You always say that family comes first and that’s what I’m doing.”

“Listen, Rafe. I know you and the only thing that you can stay committed to is coke and the family business. So stop kidding yourself.”

Rafe shakes his head in frustration, “Well, I’ve changed. I want to give my daughter the support you never gave to me but you gave to Sarah.” “When you realize this is all a mistake, don’t come crying to me to fix this problem. I already told you to sign a paper saying you’d only give child support,” Ward warns, heading back out the door. Rafe yells in frustration, throwing a water bottle at the wall. He doesn’t understand the point of his father coming over just to tell him he is going to end up abandoning his family. It drives Rafe crazy that Ward thinks he knows everything about his son when Ward barely takes the time to talk to him. His feelings for his dad come cropping up and he needs something to relieve the stress. 

A knock on the door causes him to stop his tantrum. Shit, he forgot he is supposed to have Stella over for tonight. A second knock comes when he is splashing water on his face to calm down. At the third knock, he opens the door to see an excited Stella and a nervous Y/N. His daughter walks into the apartment as if she lives there while Y/N notices Rafe’s emotion. “Are you okay? She can sleep over next weekend if this is a bad time,” Y/N says. He doesn’t want to talk about it, “I’m fine. She can stay. I could use her company.” She isn’t sure if what he says is the entire truth, but she trusts him to know what he needs and if he needs his daughter, she won’t stop him. “Okay, well call me if you need anything. I’ll be at home all night,” she informs, heading inside to give Stella a kiss before she leaves. Rafe sighs once the door is locked, turning toward his daughter with a fake smile. “What do you want to do, little witch?” She gives him a massive grin and pulls something out from her bag, “Can I practice my face painting on you, Daddy? I can make you into a monster.” “Doesn’t that sound like a great idea? I would love to be your model.”

——

The evening he gets to spend with his daughter is the best he’s ever gotten to spend. They went on a Target run and got a variety of stuff. Toys. Clothes. Food. Board Games. Accessories. Anything she wanted found its way into their cart. He didn’t care about the looks he got for wearing skeleton makeup that Stella put on his face. It may be June, but it is never too early to celebrate the spooky season. They got back home after the shopping spree to make all the food and play all the board games they bought. He had just put her to bed when the bad thoughts started to creep back in. The doubts he is feeling about being a father start to seep through. So far, everything has been great. They always have so much fun. But what happens when the real struggles of parenting start to begin? When Stella won’t simply go to bed because he told her so. When she starts to resist his authority because the newest of having a dad is over. 

His hands are going crazy with fidgeting with his watch. The leg bouncing up and down is the only thing emitting a sound throughout the living room. He goes to call Diana and is sent to voicemail. He wants to call Y/N but thinks twice about it because he doesn’t want to worry her. He knows he shouldn’t but he needs to stop the voices in his head. The DVD case in the TV centre is calling to him. His feet lead him closer to what he shouldn’t be close to. He gets out the case and opens it up to find the little bag of powder. Before this day, he forgot he had stashed it there and that is why he hasn’t got rid of it yet. It’s okay if he has a little bit though, just a little. Maybe if he knows he should control himself, then it will be better than using more. He just needs a little something to stop his brain. 

He forms one line. One line should be enough. The relief he feels, once he snorts the line, begs him to do another. One more couldn’t hurt. He doesn’t realize he has gone through the whole bag until he can’t make any more lines. The energy he feels gets him up and moving. He cleans up the mess they made while cooking and organizes the board games they played. After a while he starts to crash, so he lies down on the couch to try and get some sleep but the coke isn’t letting him. He stares at the ceiling for hours until eventually, the mindlessness of sleep overcomes him, forgetting to clean up the evidence of what he did. 

——

Y/N taps the door as lightly as possible to hopefully not wake up Stella. She wants to help Rafe get breakfast ready for the little girl. The knock goes unanswered, so the next one that comes is a little harder. Rafe opens the door with a confused look that turns to panic when he sees who it is. “Hey, Button. Sorry to wake you up so early. But I thought I could help you make Stells some breakfast. I hope you have some eggs because I was thinking about making some eggs benedict,” she explains, heading toward the kitchen to place down the tote with the food she brought. Rafe scrambles to block her view of his coffee table, “Uh, yeah. The eggs are in the fridge.” He was too late. Her eyes are already narrowed at something in the living room and he knows she saw his last night late activities. 

She heads toward the table to make sure she is actually seeing what she thinks she is seeing. “You relapsed,” she mutters to herself in a calm and worrying tone. Rafe runs to her side, gently turning her to look at him, “Buttercup, I know I did. But I promised it wasn’t that much. I just needed something to stop my thoughts.” Her head starts to shake violently as she yanks her hand out of his hold and walks back slowly toward Stella’s room. The anger she feels is now showing, “If it wasn’t that much, then how come the bag is empty, Rafe? How much was in that bag? HOW MUCH COCAINE DID YOU DO WHILE MY DAUGHTER WAS UNDER YOUR CARE?” The blow comes in twofold. The first, she didn’t call him the playful nickname she always does. The second, she called Stella her daughter instead of theirs. 

“I know I screwed up, Buttercup. But I promise, she wasn’t awake.” 

“You don’t get to call me that right now. I don’t care if she is awake or not. I’m upset at the fact that you did drugs while she was in the house. That she could’ve woken up while you were sleeping and had access to the mess you left. Or worse, you died on the couch because you overdosed. ” 

“Of course, you are allowed to be upset. But it was a mistake. I’m sorry. It will never happen again. Y/N, please.”

“I can’t Rafe. I know that relapsing is sometimes a part of the journey to sobriety and I can forgive that. I can’t forgive putting Stella at risk.”

Y/N walks away in the direction of Stella’s room. All he can do is wait there as he hears the door open. “Stella. Baby, wake up. It’s time to go,” Y/N murmurs, kneeling beside the bed and running her fingers through Stella’s hair. The girl gently stirs, “Why, Mommy? I haven’t had breakfast yet.” “Because, Baby, Daddy needs to go somewhere so we have to go. We can make breakfast at home,” the mother explains, helping her daughter put of the bed. She knows Stella wants to debate more, but isn’t allowed to because Y/N is packing Stella’s stuff as fast as she can. 

Rafe is still standing there when Y/N comes back out with Stella in one arm and the little girl’s bag over the other shoulder. This makes him rush toward her, “Y/N, please. Don’t go. Please.” She ignores him and walks out the door, leaving the food she brought. He can hear Stella demanding to say bye to her Daddy and it rips his heart out as he hears Y/N firmly say no. He slams the door shut, screaming into the oblivion of his pain. 

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[lucy90712]

By your side- Jude Bellingham

I thought I had my life together I was engaged, planning a wedding and had just found out I was pregnant everything seemed so perfect. I don't know how it all went wrong so quickly I just came home from work to be greeted with a note from my fiancé saying he was leaving me because he had been cheating and felt he was more in love with the other woman. He was so kind to let me have the house that I bought and only took his things from it although he did leave the place in a mess doing so. To start with I didn't feel anything as I was so in shock but once it sunk in I haven't stopped crying. Luckily finances aren't a worry for me as I make a good amount of money so I can continue to pay all the bills and can afford everything for the baby but having no support has been hard especially because no one knows I'm pregnant as I'm still quite early on. 

All of this happened Friday so I haven't been back into work yet and I know I should probably take some time off to figure things out and give myself time to work through my feelings but I need the distraction I can't wallow in self pity anymore. Luckily today I just have a lot of paperwork to do so I'll be in my office just getting on with things not talking to the players who would definitely ask questions as to why I'm not wearing my ring. Something I didn't account for out of pure stupidity is all my co workers as soon as I arrived they asked about my weekend just to be nice but just being reminded of everything that happened hurt. One then asked where my ring was as I never take it off and I had to just lie and say I took it off for something and forgot to put it back on all while trying to hold back tears. 

When I was finally in the confines off my office I couldn't hold back the tears anymore my whole world has been turned upside down and here I am trying to act like everything is normal which is so much harder than I thought. Even my office still portrays my perfect life my pc background is of me and my ex fiancé and I have so many pictures of us throughout my office. In my desk draw I even have an ultrasound picture from my first ultrasound which made me think about the fact that my baby has to grow up without a dad which I was so against for my own kids as I know the struggle. 

As I was sobbing I thought I heard a knock at my office door but no one said anything so I just kept crying until I felt a hand on my shoulder which scared the living daylights out of me. Part of me wanted to punch whoever or whatever was behind me but instead I just jumped back and turned around at the speed of light. My soul came back into my body when I realised that it was just Jude although I still kind of wanted to punch him for scaring me so badly. That's when it hit me that Jude had just seen me crying my eyes out and I have to explain why I was so upset which only made me cry again thinking about it. Jude knelt down in front of me and tried to wipe my tears as they fell but he couldn't keep up so instead he tried comforting me to stop the tears altogether. 

It took a while but eventually I had no more tears left to cry and I was forced to try and regulate my breathing again. As I tried calming myself down my morning sickness kicked in at full force and my options were throw up all over Jude or try and make to to the bathroom so I picked the second option and ran towards the bathroom. I made it just in time and apparently so did Jude as I felt him gather my hair and hold it back while rubbing my back. He must think I'm insane as I've just cried in front of him for 20 minutes now I'm throwing up but his opinion of me is the least of my worries right now. 

"Are you ok?" Jude asked once I had stopped throwing up 

"Yeah I'm fine" I lied 

"Whats wrong and before you tell me there's nothing wrong I know there is no one cries that much for no reason" Jude said 

"I'm just going through a hard time" I said 

"Look you don't have to tell me but it might help to get things off your chest plus I promise I won't tell anyone" he said 

"Ok but be prepared it's a lot" I said 

"Friday night when I got home my fiancé left me a note saying he was leaving me for another woman that he'd been cheating on my with for nearly a year and to top it all off I'm 10 weeks pregnant with our baby" I explained 

"Oh wow that is a lot" he commented 

"I knew I shouldn't have said anything I'm sorry" I said suddenly feeling insecure 

"No no I don't mean it like that I just wasn't expecting you to be holding onto so much I don't know how you are even here right now I'd be wallowing in bed" Jude said which made me smile 

"Look I know we aren't extremely close but you confided in me and as long as you'll let me I want to be there to support you with anything you need and I mean anything if you need a shoulder to cry on I'll be there and if you want someone to beat up your ex I'm on it" he said completely seriously 

"Thank you your support would mean a lot just don't tell anyone at least not right now" I said 

"You got it I won't utter a word to anyone else until you are ready" he said miming zipping his mouth

~~~~~~~~~~

3 months later 

The last few months have been difficult but Jude has made my life so much easier. Every day after training he comes to my office usually with a snack of some form and just sits and talks with me as I work. He also gave me his number so anytime I need to talk I can call him or text him and he'll be right over no matter the time. He's been more caring and supportive in the last few months than my ex ever was throughout our whole relationship. I've come to realise that maybe this situation isn't all bad as if none of this had happened I'd still be with my ex settling for what I know now was a shitty relationship at best. He never cared for me he was just there and did what was necessary to stop me leaving but Jude has taught me that I deserve better as even though we are just friends I've enjoyed his company way more than my ex's.

Not only has Jude been there for me emotionally he has been physically present when I need him. He has come to some baby appointments with me he is too busy to make them all but he tries to be there as often as he can. The first time he came he didn't come in with me he just waited outside for me but the second time I let him come in and since then if he can make it he always comes in with me. It has been nice having someone else with me to keep me calm as they check that the baby is developing as they should be and having someone else there when I found out the gender was nice too. I think Jude was more excited than I was to find out I was having a girl I went sure if I wanted to find out but Jude convinced me as he wanted to plan an on theme baby shower for me so that I had some good memories of this pregnancy.

Today is the day of the baby shower and I haven't had to lift a finger Jude and some of the other boys have planned it all and are setting up. The party isn't even being hosted at my place Jude said he'd set everything up at his and he promised to pick me up so I'm literally doing nothing other than turning up. My morning was so relaxing I was able to spend as much time as I wanted getting ready doing my hair and makeup all nice and putting on my dress which I got when out with some friends as they insisted that I looked too good not to buy it. For the first time in a while I actually felt really good, pregnancy has been really hard on my self confidence but I must admit that I look good all done up. 

Jude arrived right on time to pick me up and he even brought me a cupcake in case I was hungry which at this point in my pregnancy I pretty much always am. When we arrived Jude made me close my eyes and led me all the way through his house back outside to the garden where I opened my eyes to see everyone already there and everything decorated perfectly. I nearly cried seeing everyone there for me I've felt so alone and like no one cares about me at times but knowing that they all took time out of their days to come here means so much to me. I made my way round and talked to everyone thanking them all for coming before Jude dragged me away and got me to sit next to a table which was stacked with gifts. Everyone had gotten me such lovely things and some essentials some of which I hadn't even thought about myself yet. Once I had opened everything from everyone Jude invited it was time to open the things he had gotten for me. He went completely overboard getting all sorts of really expensive items such as cribs, car seat, stroller he thought of it all. 

"Thank you so much Jude you don't need to get me all this in fact you shouldn't have it's all so expensive" I said 

"I wanted to you've had a hard time and you deserve nice things for the baby which I knew you wouldn't get for yourself" he said 

"Well thank you I don't know what else I can say or do to show you how much I appreciate all this" I said 

"You don't need to do or say anything I can tell by the tears in your eyes that you appreciate it and knowing you are happy is all I need" he said 

~~~~~~~~~~

4 months later 

So many people have told me to stop working and start my maternity leave but I just hit 38 weeks so I have a bit more time left and I don't want to waste my time off if the baby could not arrive for up to 3 weeks. I need as much maternity leave available for after the baby is here as possible as I'm the only one who will be looking after her and I can't bring myself to put her in daycare until she's closer to one which is when I'd come back to work. Working while this pregnant is difficult as I can't move as quickly as I used to and I have to pee what feels like every few minutes but I push through and get everything done with a bit of help from coworkers and Jude when he's around. 

This morning I woke up with pain in my lower back which isn't completely unusual but for some reason it felt different to the back pain I normally have. Despite the pain I got myself ready for work and drove to the training centre as that's where my office is. I made it to my office and started turned on my pc and started gathering the things I need for the day when I felt liquid tricking down my leg then it happened a big gush of what looked like water hit the floor. It felt like time stopped for a few minutes as I just stood there looking at the floor panicking slightly because as much as I tried to prepare for this moment now it's actually happening it's quite scary. Past me was prepared for this situation though as she brought spare clothes to the office a few weeks ago and I put my hospital bag in the car just incase. 

After a few minutes of panicking my rational brain kicked in and I got myself changed and found my phone so I could start timing my contractions. I waddled my way from my office down to the physios area of the training centre as I knew Jude would be there as he picked up an injury a few weeks ago so he's still getting treatment. My idea was to just deal with the contractions on my own for a while until I felt like I needed to go to the hospital but they were slightly more painful than I expected and I just didn't want to be alone. Jude had told me if I needed him he'd make himself available so I’m definitely going to take him up on that at least for a little while. 

He was exactly where I expected him to be but he definitely wasn't expecting to see me because as soon as he spotted me he told the physio to stop what he was doing and leapt off the bed towards me. There was a moment where he was clearly processing what must be going on as I never come and find him during the day and definitely not wearing comfy clothes like I am right now. It took him a second but it eventually he worked out why I was there and he looked just as panicked as I felt. 

"Oh my god are you ok do we need to go to the hospital?" He asked 

"First off I'm as good as I can be and two we can't go yet my waters have just broken I just didn't want to be alone" I said 

"Ok let me talk to Carlo and then we can go back to your office until it's time" he said 

"Wait do you need anything?" He asked before running off 

"Just some water please I didn't get chance to fill up my bottle" I said 

"Got it go back to your office and I'll be there before you know it" he said 

He wasn't wrong he got there just after I did although he did have the advantage of being able to run and not having to stop for contractions. As soon as he arrived he took over the timing of my contractions and let me squeeze his hand when I needed to although I didn't want to hurt him so I didn't squeeze too hard. Things started progressing a lot quicker than I expected and my contractions really started to hurt as they got closer and closer together which made it harder to stop myself from making too much noise like I had been. 

"Thats 5 minutes apart now" Jude said 

"It fucking feels like it" I groaned

"Do you have everything in your car?" Jude asked 

"Yeah my hospital bag and car seat are all in there" I replied 

"How about I drive your car to the hospital then so you can have everything you need" he suggested 

"That sounds like a good idea but when we get there please don't leave I don't think I can do this on my own" I said 

"I won't leave you don't worry as long as you want me there I'll be there but if you want me gone at any point just tell me it's all up to you but first let's get to the hospital" he said 

From the second we arrived at the hospital things went by so quickly I'm not sure that I remember everything that happened. What I do know is that I was already 6cm dilated when we arrived and things only progressed from there. I did a lot of walking around trying to let gravity do some of the work but when a contraction hit I couldn't keep going I had to grab onto whatever was nearest which sometimes was the bed and other times was Jude as he followed me around. 

When it got to the point that I was nearly ready to start pushing I considered whether I wanted Jude to stay because I really value the bond we've built over the last few months and I don't know if I want to ruin that by making him watch me give birth. My feelings for him go past that of just friends but of course he doesn't feel the same way as why would he want someone who's just about to birth another man's baby. Maybe having him stay would mean he doesn't want to see me again which would help me get over my feelings but then again I don't know if a harsh break in our friendship is what I need right now. In the end my fear of doing this alone won so I asked Jude if he was comfortable staying and to my surprise he said yes and promised he wouldn't look while laughing which definitely lifted the tense atmosphere in the room. 

All the doctors and nurses filed into the room and put my bed in the right position and put my legs in the foot holds on the bottom of the bed. Jude was stood right by my side as the nurses instructed me on how to breathe and when to push. It was definitely painful but the nurses and Jude kept encouraging me which kept me going even when I wanted to give up. All it took was a few minutes until I heard the most amazing sound of my daughter crying for the first time. There was no energy left in me to use to stop the tears so I just let myself cry and the tears only intensified when my baby girl was placed on my chest for the first time. She was just so perfect I don't think I've ever felt more love for anyone or anything in my life. Jude tried wiping the tears from my face but they were only replaced by more in just a few seconds. 

The nurses had to take my baby girl to do all of the necessary tests to make sure she is healthy which pained me as I just wanted to hold her but I know it's important. It was only then that I realised that I was still holding Jude's hand so I went to let go but he just held my hand tighter. I looked into his eyes and he too had tears in his eyes which made me even more emotional. His free hand pushed my hair back as it had become a mess over the many hours of labour I had been through. As he moved my hair out the way he leant down and completely unexpectedly his lips met mine in what was the best kiss I've ever had in my life. It was unexpected but I kissed him back pretty much straight away but he pulled away after a few more seconds. 

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that I crossed a line I'm sorry" he said 

"Don't be sorry I enjoyed it I've had feelings for you for a while I just didn't think you'd want me" I said 

"How could I not want the most beautiful girl in the world" he smiled 

"I hope you know I come with my mini me now" I laughed 

"I wouldn't have it any other way" he said 

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[aeomianamoure]

I wanna see emo Kai being a pervy loser!!

— emo kai being your pervy loser bestfriend to boyfriend!

warnings <3: !smut, kai corrupting reader, !dark and toxic kai, !reader is sweet but a bit of a loser as well, takes place in college, !coquette reader, ddlg themes, !plot twist, kai is a bit of a stalker in this, mentions of other txt members, reader is a crybaby, mentions of smut, actual smut, free use!

a/n <3: i have a feeling ill do better writing these type of fics :3

kai was infatuated with you; from the moment his then only friend yeonjun introduced you to him, and he fears it’s only worsen more and more over time. “so kai this is y/n, and y/n this is kai” yeonjun introduced you both to eachother, “maybe now you can stop clinging onto me” yeonjun half joked hitting kai’s shoulder passive aggressively making the younger wince grabbing his now assaulted shoulder before walking away. you’d immediately frown getting closer to kai before lightly reaching out to massaging his shoulder, “he’s such a dick, im sorry kai” you’d place a light kiss on his forming bruise making kai’s eyes widen in shock as he rapidly bow his head down to you to show his gratitude

“so i was thinking for the project i could go over your house? i’d let you come over mine but my parents said no boys allowed” you’d ask kai with a small frown and kai not being able to say no to you, he’d nod his head rapidly making you smile with a excited clap before you paid attention to your assignment again causing kai to shakes his head, but then panic runs through his head thinking about how you would react once you stepped foot in his room

kai was shocked when you started gasping and oohing over his manga collection, “you like chobits too?” you’d ask carefully pulling the manga out of his shelf with a shy smile, kai still hasn’t warmed up to speaking to you much so he nods. “i always thought i was the only one who liked this type of anime at our school” you’d giggle “hey whenever we can should watch the anime together” you’d suggest and kai sighed in relief at how you seemed to like his bedroom

what he liked most about you was your kindness, your ability to see only the good in people and not being judgmental at all; “so yeonjunnie said i need to stop hanging out with you” you’d pout as you leaped into kai’s bed starling him a bit. “what? what do you mean?” he would ask his heart racing at that comment “yeonjun said you’re weird and off putting and a total loser but i think he’s just full of it! don’t worry i defended you and told him that i’d rather be your friend than his” you’d nod your head making the black haired boy smile down at you

“what are you listening to?” you come up from behind scaring the shit of kai, “holy shit y/n don’t scare me like that!” he would roll his eyes making you giggle an apology. “im listening to yeah boy and doll face by pierce the veil” and you laugh at this, “yeonjun was right you really are an emo loser” making kai roll his eyes once again before he begins to tackle you with aggressive tiggles

valentine’s day rolled around and you were sad to say the least since kai was now where to be seen that day. everyone knew you were pretty but not exactly dateable material yet it sucked being reminded that during special days like these, that was until you were surprised with a stuffed bunny in your locker. you frown your eyebrows gently cradling it into your arms tilting your head at the pink love letter attached to its limps. you being curious you open it kinda shocked but you couldn’t deny it made you blush once you’ve read it. the letter containing dirty things like how you were being watched, how in love this mysterious stalker was with you, how you failed to notice your lacy undergarments including your stockings go missing along with your lip gloss and pink ribbon bows. how pretty you looked asleep during your after school naps in nothing but a crop top and a mini skirt. but what made you turn red the most was the explicit details about wanting to take your virginity. you couldn’t lie you were a bit scared now at how this stalker knew about you still being a virgin but still excited that somebody took an interest to you even if it was a total creep.

you couldn’t deny it to yourself anymore, you were beginning to fall for your bestfriend kai. as the love letters only became more perverted and more frequent you’d begin to imagine it was kai behind all of this. you began to sleep with the thought in your head making it appear in your dreams, you became so obsessed with the idea of kai being your stalker it became the reason why you touched yourself, with needy shameful rubs as you struggled to make yourself orgasm since you really didn’t know how to but you still tried nonetheless. but after all of that trying, you still would cry yourself to sleep because of how guilty you felt to be wishing your bestfriend who has been nothing but sweet to you to be the perv sending you those letters what’s wrong with me?

you began to ignore kai making him secretly angry with you but you didn’t notice, you were too distracted with imagining him to be your stalker and then feeling ashamed of it. you thought of that idea so much you didn’t even connect the puzzle that kai really was your stalker when you opened a very angry letter on the same day kai was angry with you, the letter containing a lot of curse words along with the very violent things your stalker wanted to do to you if you didn’t stop ignoring him making you very confused.

it wasn’t until the later that night you realized the stuffed bunny you were gifted had a camera in its left eye making you flush in embarrassment as you gently tucked it under your pink bed sheets in attempt of the person who you had hoped it was kai to be able to see you sleep better

you eventually got tired of ignoring kai and you missed him so you finally answered his hundreds of text messages and phone calls apologizing and making up some excuse for your behavior sighing in worry as kai immediately forgave you also inviting you over his room for a night of anime binging and video gaming to make up for lost time

you’d tremble at kai shifting behind you placing his hands on top of yours while you carefully held onto his extra ps5 controller in attempt of showing you how to play texas chainsaw massacre; “you also have to stay still to avoid being caught by the family y/n i know it’s a lot to remember but the more you play with me the more you’ll get used to it” kai laughs sheepishly at your pout but you nod nonetheless.

later that night, you begin to drift away to sleep failing to notice your bestfriend kai sitting up behind you violently stroking his shaft with your missing lacy panties trying his best to keep quiet but it was kinda hard to when you were this close to him. eventually you woke up but kai failed to notice seeing how he was clearly busy so you decided to take matters into your own hands and gently turn around racing him latching your tiny (he thought it was tiny) fist around his cock before bringing your lips down on it making him gasp as he opens his eyes to look down at you but he’s so far gone in pleasure he doesn’t say anything. you sigh happily drinking him in your mouth as you begin to rub your pussy through your pajama shorts you couldn’t believe your dream of letting kai use your mouth as he pleases was finally coming true

you’d blush pink as you awake in kai’s arms from last night, seeing him peacefully watch you rest before remembering what happened and immediately feeling guilty for just sucking him off like that without saying anything. “kai? im really sorry for just forcing myself on you like that it was very cruel and you’re my best friend and i shouldn’t have done that it was my first time doing something so sexual and i’m really sorry i don’t know what came over me!” you’d ramble letting tears fall down your face as you hug your bestfriend apologizing over and over again. kai’s eyes soften at your apology before he lightly cradles you into his lap holding you as he whispers, “it’s okay y/n, i know you’re just a little girl and can’t help getting all needy and wanting to use your mouth with me” and you freeze, how does he know that you like that pet name?

you and kai never really spoke about what happened that sleepover, but you do use it as a way to get yourself off. the letters from your stalker getting sweet again but you’re starting to get more grumpy with how the stalker refused to reveal himself. you let out a sigh in frustration and lay down in bed reaching down between your legs rubbing your clit for the nth time that week and begin suckling on your fingers, needly whimpering at the memory of kai telling you how pretty you looked with your mouth full of cock. you let out a weak cry and a kick of your feet at how you failed to cum though before a wicked idea pops in your head as you reach over your stuffed bunny dragging it in between your thighs as you relentlessly rub against it surprising kai as he begins to watch you and he could have swore he came untouched when he heard you whine his name

“could i have some of your ice cream?” kai spoke up as you sat behind him rewatching chobits with him and you nod feeding him some. “thanks” he’d smile “you know i love you right?” he adds on nonchalantly as he turns his attention back to the tv making your blood run cold

you guys never spoke of kai’s confession, but still remained close friends frustrating you. why hasn’t he asked me to be my boyfriend already? you’d huff your cheeks out laying down in bed drifting away to sleep then kai takes his cue and steps into your room from your window smiling down at your now sleeping state. the boy held his breathe itching closer to you lifting up your bedsheets turning you gently to your back as your eyes flutter open as you immediately felt your pussy get wet again

“kai?” you spoke up seeing kai quickly undress you both but you didn’t show any sign of denying him “shh you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to fuck you” kai shushes you as you freeze. “you’ve been wanting to fuck me?” you’d smile a little blushing at the thought of being wanted. with a nod he speaks again, “ever since you sucked me off like that i haven’t been able to control myself i hope you’re not scared”

you’d gasp softly at the sight of your pussy being stretched around kai’s cock gently grabbing his forearm feeling him rut deeper and deeper into your gummy walls making your breath hitch. “be gentle” you’d hiccup “im.. im a virgin..” “i know”

“what? how did you know that?” your doe eyes weakly open again “you’re not really that dumb are you?” kai laughs menacingly at your wide eyes “come on baby really? you do know that i’m the one sending you all those letters right?” “the love letters?” you’d squeak. kai laughs again, moving to an angle to hit a specific spot in your stomach. “you think i write those letters to you out of love?”

you began to tear up feeling your pussy torn apart in two, “kai” you let out a dry sob “it hurts no more” you’d whine feeling overstimulated at how much you cummed that night “just one more baby yeah? just one more” kai hushed you and you whimpered feeling a knot in your stomach

“do you wanna be my girlfriend?” kai murmured half asleep and you nod. “you’re my boyfriend now right?” you’d speak up making kai laugh at you now waking up. “yes of course” he kisses you lightly making you squeal in delight

a/n: sorry if this isn’t the best 💔

#angelina’s garden ♡! #coquette #emo boyfriend #emo x coquette #txt x reader #txt #txt x y/n #txt smut #txt oneshots #txt reactions #txt headcanons #txt imagines #txt kai #yandere #yandere txt #yandere kai

[sosa2imagines]

Misunderstanding.

Warnings- None, mention of scar, angst, Steve being angry. -----------------------------------------------------

Your last mission took a toll on you. Getting stabbed nastily just below your tummy. Leading you to an urgent surgery and blood transfusion, cause of sever blood loss. Leaving you in the hospital for one month ten days.

Guess being a highly trained assassin, with good fighting skills does not guarantee 100% safe results. Only Tony, Nat and Bruce knew about your whereabouts. As for the rest? They just knew you had been seriously injured. Steve wanted to know about your whereabouts but for his own safety, no one told him anything, driving him crazy.

“So, all set to finally leave this place?” Rose one of the sweet nurse asks, her sweet nature made you, be friends with her. “Yes, finally out of your hair.” you chuckle. “I'll miss you Y/n” she hugs getting emotional and you hug her back with a smile. “I'll miss you too, now remember I'm just a phone call away.”

“I know!” she rolls her eyes playfully “So who's gonna pick you up?” “Hopefully Nat” as soon as those words left your mouth, AC/DC Highway to hell ringtone was blasting in the hallways. “On a second thought” “Tony” Rose answered and you gave her an apologetic smile.

“I heard my name” Tony's sarcastic voice roars in the room. “Tony you should keep your phone on silence” you explain to him. “Now when have I ever listened to anyone?” he smirks. “Umm Caps?” “Of course! you will take his name ‘boyfriend ass kisser’” “As if you won't ‘Pepper's loyal child’”

This is what you miss the most. Calling each other, with weird made up names. Tony smirks, hugging you in a tight brotherly embrace.

“I missed you kid, don't you dare do that again” “I missed you too Tons”.

Tony and you became best friends instantly, shortly after you both were introduced by Fury, after the battle of New York. You both have same kind of sense of humor, your being a bit sophisticated. You are one of the few females, Pepper trusts Tony with. And it was Tony, who made you join the Avengers.

As you both said bye to Rose and rest of the staff members, you were now on your way to Stark Towers in Tony's high-tech SUV.

“So, how's everyone?” “You mean all or Steve specifically?”

Hearing his name, a smile forms on your face. Steve Rogers aka Captain America your co-worker, best friend, lover, boyfriend. Unlike Tony and rest of the gang, Steve was professional in the very beginning, calling you mam.

It took you months for him to call you with your first name. Soon you became friends, bonding over music and art. Slowly Steve started to like you more than a friend, but at that time you were in a relationship with someone else.

But after the nasty breakup, Steve took proper care of you and you began to fall for him. It was only a matter of time; you both shared your feelings for each other. Making you both the prettiest couple.

“Umm all of them and yes Steve specifically...” “All are good and excited for you. Nat and Wanda have gone crazy, Steve and Metal man are out on a mission with our mutant friends, they'll be back later today.”

“You are the one in an Iron suit, yet still you call Bucky metal man?” “I can call him many names” Tony smirks. "Tony” you warn him. “Yeah yeah alright” he sighed.

“Wait you said Nat and Wanda have gone crazy?” “Yeah about that” “What did you do Tony?” “Why do you think I did something?” 

You just give him a death glare, he looks outside the window before finally caving in.

“Alright stop glaring it's scary, don't freak out I have planned a small party for you.” Tony is now smiling being hopeful, giving you the best puppy dog face. “Thank god you are cute Tons”  Tony acts shocked putting a hand on his heart “I'm hot, but I'll take cute” he winks at you, making you laugh.

As soon as you both enter the tower, inside the lounge everyone jumps to scream surprise. Hugging you gently, being extra cautious of your injury.

“Guys I missed you all too, but I'm not fragile, I can still kick asses. Nat you know me” “Guys she's right, come here sexy” Nat engulfs you in a big tight hug. It is special, you both are like sisters inseparable.

“Nat I missed you so much!!!” “How’s the wound?” “All healed left with a scar, just like you bye bye bikinis” “Oh to hell with them we'll own the bikini look with our scars”

You both laughed as Wanda, squeezed between you two, making it a cute group hug between the three.

“Y/N” Thor calls you loudly, pulling you away from everyone, hugging you in a bone breaking hold. “I love you too Thor!!” your voice was muffled being buried in his hold. As he lets go, your eyes begin to search for Steve. 

“Looking for someone?” Nat asks “I know whom she is looking for” Clint smiles. “Sir Captain Rogers and Barnes have arrived” FRIDAY'S voice was like a music to your ears. Everyone gather in front of you, to hide you from Steve. Thor was holding your hand to keep you steady. You just wanted to break loose and run into Steve's arms.

“Guys I want to see him”, “NO” all said in unison. “But why?” “Surprise” Nat said.

When Bucky and Steve entered the lounge, everyone shouted together “SURPRISE”. Steve and Bucky gave each other confuse look.

Everyone parted ways and Thor let’s goes of your hand. Steve was shocked to see you. He removed his mask still not able to believe, that you are standing in front of him. Bucky quickly hugs you, asking about your health “I'm fine Buck, we can spar together soon...”

Even though you were answering Bucky, you kept looking at Steve. Something felt odd. As you finally went to hug Steve, something felt off. Steve did hug you back, but didn't say anything. He just looked at you, touching your cheek, before leaving for your shared bedroom. Everyone tried to call him back, but you knew he won't listen to anyone.

“What's wrong with him?” Tony asked, “I'll go see him, he must be tired.” you replied.

On your way to your shared bedroom, Bucky pulled you in the corner. “Y/n, doll he’s been going crazy. No one told him about your whereabouts and he was scared about losing you...” You know Steve was scared, not knowing about you and hearing about it from Bucky pained your heart even more. You wanted to run to Steve and shower all the love you have for him. 

“I know Buck, I hate not telling him. But it was for his own safety!” “His safety?” “Yes, the hydra agents wanted to kidnap him. We got a lead, that they wanted to take him away from us and I could not risk that. We didn't know if someone was watching us.” “God he's an idiot, go get that punk and if he acts stubborn let me know I'll kick his ass” “Language!” you both laughed.

As you enter the room, you saw Steve had taken a quick shower and was shirtless just in his sweats lying on the bed.

“Steve?” “Umm” “Please talk to me” “How are you?” “I'm good...I'm...” “Ok” He cut's you mid-sentence. “Steve I know you are angry, but please let’s talk...let me...” “Talk? About what? The fact I have been kept in the dark about my girlfriend's location? Steve yells, making you flinch slightly.

 “Steve please let me explain it was for your own safety. We got...” “My safety?” He shouts, not letting you finish what you want to say.

Steve grabs your shoulders and yells, “I can take care of myself Y/n. I'm fucking Captain America! God dammit do you have any idea what I have been through?” 

Your eyes well up, as you try your best not to cry but his hold was tight. Even though you could see his pain, his anger was hurting you.

“Steve please...let me explain” “Y/n I'm tired, we'll talk later, you need to rest too!”

You just nod, not able to form any words. You decided to shower first, as you took your top off, Steve saw your scar, he kept looking at it. In his mind, he was screaming at himself for shouting at you, but little did you know that. Instead you thought he is disgusted by it. You took fresh clothes and ran inside the bathroom, turning on the hot water, crying your heart out with silent sobs.

Steve could hear you crying, because of his enhanced hearing. But his stupid anger was coming between the both of you. After an hour you came out. Steve saw you, even though he wanted to apologize, his anger made him say something else.

“I'm heading down for a bit” “Where...are you going?” “Just heading out, unlike you, I won't go anywhere without telling you!”

That jab, was like a knife going deep in your heart. You choked your tears...trying your best not to cry. Somewhere you felt you deserved that. You just nod, not looking at him.

“Ok, don't be late for the party...” “Party?” “Yes Tony…he umm has thrown a party for my return…” You didn’t look at him, eyes fixed on the floor. You knew, if you look at him, you won’t be able to control your emotions.

“Okay I'll be back soon; you should rest in the meantime.”

Steve didn’t even looked at you, leaving you alone with dreadful thoughts, as he went out to cool down his own anger.

Part 2

(I wrote this, because I was bored and this was stuck in my head. Comments and feedbacks are appreciated.)

#chris evans characters #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers angst #steve rogers x reader angst #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x reader fluff #steve rogers

[specialagentlokitty]

Aizawa x daughter!reader - always be there

I got this idea for dadzawa in which his daughter got a talent show at school and ahe decided to participate but she thought that his dad wouldnt go (Aizawa) but actually he did and he was amazed by the incredible performance she did. - Anon 💜

Stretching a little bit, you stood at the entrance to the stage, waiting for the performance before yours to end.

You were nervous, beyond nervous, but you were excited as well, you had never preformed in for other people before, and you couldn’t wait to show all your teachers and friends what you could do.

Taking your phone out of your pocket, your checked your messages and sighed when you saw your dad still handed responded to your message and put your phone back in your pocket to ignore it.

You weren’t all that sad about it, like sure you were disappointed, but you understood at the same time.

Finally your name was called and you walked on to the stage, sitting down at the piano, and you closed your eyes and take a deep breath before you begin to play.

It started off slow, and kind of repetitive until the melody started to change.

You loved this, just playing piano, it was calming, and you forgot about the audience.

So much so that you never heard the creaking of the doors opening and somebody else coming in.

Aizawa quietly stepped in, standing in the back of the room, and he looked at you on the stage.

He stood watching you, amazed at the talent and passion you had for the music you were creating.

He knew you were taking lessons, but when did you get this good? When were you able to play at such a high level?

He stood up a little more, walking down the rows of seats to be able to watch you better and he could see your little smile, which made him smile as well.

He couldn’t have been more proud of you.

Not only for what you had achieved, but for coming into a stage in front of loads of other people, he knew how hard it could be for you to be in front of other people.

His eyes widened a little as the melody changed again, becoming more complex, and you smiled even more.

He took out his phone, taking a photo of you smiling brightly, and he put it back in his pocket, smiling into his capture scarf.

Everybody was enchanted by your performance, the way you hit the keys so gently but created such a powerful noise it echoed around the empty hall.

The song you were playing suddenly came to an end after a complex series of notes, and you slowly stood up.

Everybody began clapping and cheering, and so did he, while you turned your attention to the ground shyly, offering them all a little wave before hurrying to the end of exit.

Aizawa was quick to follow you into the hallway.

“Hey, are you okay? I know that was hard.”

You spun around in shock, and huge smile spread across your face.

“Dad! You came!”

Aizawa chuckled, stumbling a few steps as you tackled him into a hug, and he hugged you back.

“Of course I did. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You grinned even more and pulled away from the hug to look at him.

“You’re really good, when did you get so good at playing the piano.”

“I’ve been taking extra lessons!”

“Oh yeah? How is it?”

You began to ramble about the extra lessons and he stood there happily listening.

All the tension from a hard day of teaching seemed to vanish as he listened to you get all excited about your hobby.

You noticed him staring at you and looked a little confused.

“Sorry… I know you’re probably tired…”

Aizawa chuckled a little, placing a hand on your head.

“Keep telling me.”

“Really?”

He nodded and you grinned as you carried on explaining everything to do, and he stood against the wall while he listened with a warm smile

#my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #my hero academia x you #my hero academia imagine #mha #mha x reader #mha x y/n #mha x you #mha imagine #Aizawa #aizawa x reader #aizawa x y/n #aizawa x you #aizawa imagine

[makeitastrength]

From the ashes

Chapter 2 sneak peek

Lucy smiles and Tim smiles back, and it’s the most normal things have felt in months. It’s been a long journey, and painfully slow at times, but with every passing day she can see more and more of the pieces of who they were, and she can feel the first few beginning to slot back into place.

“I uh, I have something for you.”

Tim reaches into his backpack and pulls out a small notebook, the cover a soft grey and held closed by an attached elastic strap along one edge. The corners are bent and she can tell from the creases along the spine that it’s been used regularly.

“What’s this?” Lucy takes it from him and flips it open, finds herself staring at her own name in Tim’s familiar handwriting at the top of the page. She leafs ahead to other pages and finds more of the same, her name at the top followed by line after line of his script, and she lifts her eyes back to his in a mixture of shock and confusion. “You wrote me letters?”

He shoulders his pack and shoves his hands into his pockets with a shrug. “My homework for therapy was to write in it once a week. She didn’t tell me what to write, and that first day the only thing I could think of was everything I wanted to say to you. It kind of… spiraled from there.”

“Tim, this is really private,” Lucy says as she closes the journal and hands it back to him. “You don’t have to share this with me.”

“Yeah, I do,” he replies. His hands remain firmly in his pockets, unwilling to take it from her. “You deserve to know everything. If you want to, I mean,” he adds hastily.

“I… okay,” she manages, uncertain what else there is to say. “Umm. Thanks.”

He nods and takes a step back. “Have a good night.”

“Night,” she offers as she watches him walk away, but it takes nearly a minute for her to unstick her feet from the ground and climb into her own car for the drive home.

Back at her apartment, Lucy forces herself to eat a few bites even though her stomach is tied up in knots and then quickly washes up and crawls into bed with Tim’s journal, settling back against the pillows. Though he asked her to read it, it still feels like an invasion of privacy. She has no idea what she’ll find written within these pages, and as she flips open to the first page and begins to read, the overwhelming feeling is one of nervous anticipation.

(Full chapter will be posted tomorrow!)

(Read the first chapter here)

#chenford #chenford fanfic #lucy chen #tim bradford #from the ashes #chapter 2 #sneak peek #post 6x06

[cynfulworld]

Could you tell us about the first time you had sex with another man while married?

The first time was kind of quick and dirty, lol. I enjoy a quickie, I think they’re fun, passionate and typically a good hard fucking out of animalistic need. My husband and I had talked for a while about hotwifing. He had asked me to consider being open to the lifestyle. I was surprised by the request and initially said no. I didn’t understand the kink as I had never heard of it before and was afraid that he didn’t know what he was asking for. But in time, through conversation with my husband I learned about it and grew to see what it was for him. As for me, I had always been a girl with a high sex drive and I enjoy variety. So while I was shocked….. I also knew exactly who I would fuck. 😉 I had a friend that used to be a FWB for years before I was with my husband so I reached out to say hello and see how he was. It didn’t take long for our conversation to turn sexual and I propositioned him. I told him how I had never stopped thinking of the way it felt when he was buried inside me. How flashbacks of him pumping me with his cock, taking me like an animal, made me tremble and drip with desire to have him again. I explained my new situation and he jumped at the chance to meet. I remember the excitement I felt while getting ready, my husband sitting in our bed watching. I was trembling with nerves, a million thoughts flying. Through my mind. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I drove to his place, shaking as I walked in the door, and then everything changed when I saw him. He came to me so quickly, crossing the room in a few steps and circled his arm around my waist pulling me against him. My body relaxed into him as he kissed me. My heart racing while he whispered against my neck that he had missed me. It was kind of a flurry after that. Kissing and groping and pulling at each others clothes. Going to my knees to take him into my mouth. I had always loved sucking his cock. My mind would flitter to thoughts though…. This wasn’t my husband, the thrill and shock of another man touching me after so long. It was exciting and scary at the same time. I knew I was crossing something I could never take back but fuck I wanted it. I turned my brain off to those thoughts and just went with it. I remember sitting him back in a chair and straddling him. Looking into his eyes as I settled onto him, sliding him deep with one thrust and then riding him slowly. Electricity tingling throughout my body as my hips worked him. I loved the way he felt, I loved hearing him tell me again and again how much he had missed me, needed me, needed for this to only be the beginning. He wouldn’t give me up again…. And knowing I didn’t have to give him up pushed me towards the edge. Riding him faster and harder until I shuddered against him, he gripped my hips and fucked up into me, squeezing my skin harder until he moaned and came inside me. The force of it was intense and there were a few emotions going through me with what I had just done. It was so many things. Fun and exhilarating, but also a little confusing and scary. Those feelings were put at ease when I got home to my husband and saw how turned on and excited he was. That he loved it, and me still. That I had just given him what he had wanted so I lay back on the bed and spread my legs for him to taste another man on me. It was a fun time. 😉

#me #mine #ask #hotwives #bull #thanks for asking

[whyoneartheven]

What head canons do you have for the LU boys? (Yes, this is a request for you to ramble about them)

aaaahhh hello! Thanks for asking, but wow, goodness me

this will take some thinking XD

umm

ok a lot of these are pretty generic or just other people’s ideas I kinda adopted but here goes!

also I didn’t expect it when I started but this got long…

for Legend, I really like the idea of him drinking tea and still having an apple orchard. And also having honey bees! (These aren’t mine originally lol) Also I feel like post LU (this ofc may change depending on the ending) he fell into depression a little bit before digging himself out… idk I just feel like that would happen. I like the idea of him being a good singer. (merperson stuff but also maybe having to do with post-LA?) Also I feel like he’s one of those people that’s always cold! So he secretly likes to cuddle :)

with Wild, I feel like… he definitely doesn’t use recipes! This is based off how I am in his game and irl, as I just throw things together and never go back to see how I made things before, but also I feel like it just fits his personality hehe! Also based on my experiences in game (to an extent), I feel like he doesn’t actually care about legitimately looking fashionable… it’s more that he likes wearing things that looks crazy XD

on to Hyrule! Ok this isn’t as much a headcanon as a ship but I really ship him and Aurora; I feel like they’d be absolutely adorable together but he’s really private about it! I like to think Hyrule can sew? And I think he’d love to run around barefoot on fresh grass! And just, be in love with nature in general! maybe he doesn’t have an eye for color; he can’t tell if colors clash or actually match lol

Time! I like the idea of Time and Malon having a running joke that the other is color blind, and the chain eventually picks it up! And then Time keeps mistaking one color for another (on purpose or not? We’ll never know), and every time the others go wild XD (this may or may not be based on a joke my parents have irl hehe) also I feel like Time really likes flowers? Idk why! Finally, if Time was in the modern world he’d be the guy who’d be acting food months to tears past the expiration date…

Four, my beloved! Umm this is kinda a design idea more than anything but I like the idea of him growing his hair out and wearing it in a ponytail post LU! (provided he doesn’t die…) I don’t think of him as having voices in his head or being a system but I still like the idea of him talking to himself sometimes XD! Also this is just something canon I don’t see talked abt a lot but I love he and Twi’s relationship sm! Four totally has RBF and definitely stares at people accidentally when he’s thinking… also I saw a crack fic somewhere where Four was already married to Dot and had children and the chain were shocked; it was hilarious, and while I don’t think he would actually have kids, I think it’d be hilarious if he and his Zelda are already quite far along in their relationship (as I ship them lol)

the man, the myth, the legend, WIND, is next! This man has Opinions. I feel like he’s the kind of person so have opinions on things he’s only heard of two seconds before, like automatically deciding he will like a food or deciding the other way round. (And yeahhhh I’m basing him on my brother lol) I’m definitely not the one to come up with this but Wind is definitely the one with the best (and most opinionated) fashion sense! Maybe older him bonded with young Wars in the War of Eras over this (bc I love the idea of older wind being there), Idk XD! Also he definitely braids Aryll’s hair and is generally very responsible (I mean he’s a big brother he’s gotta be XD); he’s treating LU as a bit of a vacation!

Warriors, wonderful man, is next! I feel like he’s very nostalgic. Like, just in general. He likes to look back on his happy memories! Also (once again not my idea) but I like the idea of Warriors growing up either orphaned or really poor, and living in the less palatable portion of Castle Town. I definitely ship him and his Zelda (ok tbh I ship ALL the Links with their Zeldas lol) but I feel like at the point of LU they’ve talked abt it but Warriors isn’t ready (thanks to Cia and maybe just all the barriers in his mind about being inferior to her or smth) Also, give this man the craziest accent you can find and I am here for it; whoever first came up with that is a genius. Ok yeah you can probably tell but I love Warriors angst XD

Sky!!! My bestieeee!! If Sky was in modern times he’d be one of those people who gets sleepy when they drink coffee, fs! He is de the artistic one, and maybe during LU he discovers a bunch of mediums besides woodworking that he loves (and maybe he makes a bunch of art for Sun, who knows!) This next one is based off @margindoodles2407’s Sky for her loz AU but the idea that his parents died in a house fire and he lived with Gaepora and Zelda until he was older is so cool to me! And bc of this I feel like he’d really hate being around fire (to the point of panic attacks? Maybe, maybe not)

Last but not least is Twilight!! This guy totally talks out loud to animals all the time and it freaks people out (they can never tell if he actually understands them hehe)! Twi definitely has a lot of respect for kids too and talks to them like they’re adults (by using the same vocabulary and tone, not by talking about things that aren’t good for kids to hear XD) and I feel like he would write painfully cheesy love poems? Twi definitely can’t cook but I feel l Ike he also cares the most about food? Idk?

ok, and that’s it!!! Wow, that was a lot…

and I could definitely come up with more lol

#Asks and such #Lu #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu warriors #lu wind #lu wild #lu hyrule #lu time #lu sky #lu twilight #lu four #headcanons #lu headcanons #evie rambles #Wow this was fun and time consuming (which I didn’t mind one bit lol)

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"You don't think I could be a Dom?"

A story whose elements were voted on by all ya'll beautiful people as my thank you to my first 100 (+) followers!

Summary (with % of votes): An Austin Story (38.5%) with a Friends to Lovers trope(a whopping 79.2%), in which a  Dominant Austin (56%) ends up showing you that he can indeed Edge and Overstim (52.2%) the fuck out of You (65.4%)  

Warnings: Dom/Sub, cock warming, timed cocksucking, unprotected PiV, a little shove/jolt to the chest, use of possessive pronouns, edging, overstimulation, cuming like a rockstar inside you, a fucking rockstar.

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"You don't think I could be a Dom?"

You aren’t sure exactly how you got here. Staring into his face, a pool of juices threatening to moisten your delicates. 

You had known Austin for years, both part of the same group of friends in your late teens and early twenties. Couples had broken up, people had gone their separate ways, but you still kept in touch with Austin, still cajoled him into dinner with you and a couple others every other month or so. At least when he’s in town.

This night, it had ended up being only you two for the first time, everyone else adulting so hard that they couldn’t make it. 

It had started as a dare between him and his then girlfriend years ago, before they broke up. They had been playing “Never have I ever” with their rowdy and now somewhat drunk group of friends. 

“Never have I ever read fanfic about Austin,” one of them had said.

Austin looked down, laughing and shy. You and his then girlfriend both laughed and took big swigs of your drinks. 

“You’ve never read one?” his girlfriend had said, looking at him shocked, “Oh babe, they are so funny you have to, I DARE you!” 

“This isn’t a game of truth or dare!” he had declared. 

“It is now!”  You had said, laughing.

You pulled up one on the laptop and started reading it outloud to the group. It was riotous. 

Then there were just a few odd stories, clumsily jotted down by (presumably) teens that had little to no clue about crafting a story, let alone how to use punctuation and grammar. The sex knowledge was basic, little more than ardent attempts to relieve the author's own horniness. With social media then in its fetal stages, being open about sex was a bit more taboo than now. 

“I dunno,” he had said when his girlfriend had rolled her eyes at the stories, “It’s weirdly flattering, if a little awkward. I think it’s brave of them to try and express themselves, even more so to actually put it out there.” He was so vulnerable and kind, even then. You thought it made him adorable and cute, especially so when his face was red with embarrassment. 

It has been years since you teased him about being an internet muse. But you never stopped reading them. It was your guilty pleasure, the one allowance you made yourself about your secret crush. 

“Remember those stories about you?” you had said not 10 minutes ago. You two had decided to stay in and make tacos and margaritas.  It had been so nice to reconnect with Austin, to see that he was still the same sweet guy and that the Hollywood machine wasn’t getting to him much.

“Oh god yes” he groaned, “I can only imagine what is out there now.” 

“Oh yeah, there are several good ones, even novel length ones,” you smirked at him.

“Wait, you’ve read them?!” he asked, eyes wide. 

“I get curious from time to time,” you had shrugged, “some are crazy accurate about your personality. Some are so far-fetched they are funny.” 

In all honesty, you had always thought Austin was hot. You had secretly wanted him then, but you’d never be that girl.  You had watched him be such an amazing boyfriend for so long. He was so kind and loving, you had watched as he took care of his Mom. You had seen his depths.  You loved him to his core, but he had always remained just your friend. When his fame skyrocketed and all you tried to be was just a safe place where he could still be himself.

You had no clue that he had been having those same thoughts about you for years.

“Far fetched? Like what?” he had asked, intrigued of what she thought about him.

“Oh, like you being twisted and dark, or manipulative,” you said as he shook his head, “or you being a top, a Dom. That one makes me laugh.” 

He agreed, he was not dark and twisted at heart, and he was nowhere near manipulative. But dominant? Clearly you had no clue what happens behind closed doors. You were about to find out. 

“Dominant? You don’t think I could be a Dom?” he had asked with a raised eyebrow.  

You had always been one of the leaders of the friend group, putting forth suggestions and making decisions when no one else wanted to. You actually liked to be dominated in bed. Given your secret crush on this man, you’d fantasized more than once about him, but never about him telling you what to do. The idea seemed absurd to you.

“You have always been so flexible and just going with the flow. I can’t remember a time that you spoke up, were contrary.  I mean like when we were trying to decide what to do or where to eat.”  You leaned across the table corner, putting your hand on his cheek, “Austin, you are just too sweet to take control like that.” 

His eyes had narrowed to slits, and he clamped his hand on your wrist. Your intake of breath was sharp and involuntary. Your eyes widen. Electricity crackles between you two. 

“Bold of you to assume that I’ve never dommed before. Do I need to show you?” his eyes on yours, his voice dropping low and nearly threatening. 

And now, here you were, your whole pelvic floor tight and locked in his intense gaze. You honestly can not breathe. 

You had always thought of him more like a puppy, a golden retriever eager to be around the people he loved and eager to please. This was a whole new side you’ve never seen before.  You should say no, shake his grip and laugh it away. But your desire rises, buffeted by the seriousness in his eyes and the slight flare to his nostrils. 

“Promises, promises,”  your voice is sultry as your hands touch his chest, outlining the muscles there. He didn’t used to be this big, this defined. 

“Oh, now it’s a challenge. I love a challenge,” his forehead crinkles slightly on the word ‘love’. 

His body is rising, leaning forward into you, his grip still tight on your wrist. Without a lick of hesitation, his lips are pressed to yours. It’s a soft kiss but with power behind it. Nothing about his movements, his words, or even his damn aura suggests that your lips weren’t his for the taking. 

His projection of power and dominance makes your will go slack and your knees weak. You think fleetingly you should just stop this, laugh it off as a joke, but you find that you simply can’t. Austin just makes you want to submit.

“Yeah, kiss me more,” you say. A feeble attempt to establish some kind of equilibrium in the situation. But he pulls away. 

“Safe word?” he asks, ignoring your request. 

“C- colors?” you can barely find your voice. “Green, yellow, red. I-if that’s ok?” you ask. Fuck why are you asking and not just telling him? Jesus, this took a turn quickly. 

He just nods his acquiescence. You lean forward to draw him into a kiss. He lets go of your wrist and leans further away, subtly keeping his high ground. 

He watches your irises expand in desire. He is internally amused at how very eager you are to submit to him. Had he known, he would have tried this years ago. You had always been such a powerhouse of a friend. Always calling shots, always planning events and making things happen. He had admired your commitment and effort in being his friend. You had always sparked him, but one or both of you always seemed unavailable. He had indeed intended to talk with you about friends with benefits, but never had he hoped an opening like this would arise. It is perfect. 

“Have I rectified your opinion of my ability to take control?” he asks, voice like honey. 

“Yes,” is all you can breathe out. 

“Now for a most important question… color?” He is looking down at you from under his long beautiful eyelashes, his fingers tracing over your shoulders. 

It takes you a second to realize that he is asking if you want to continue, for permission to keep going. You know that he would stop right now if you said it, but at this moment, wild horses couldn't drag the word ‘red’ from your lips. 

‘Fuck, there is no way you are going to NOT do this,’ you tell yourself, ‘He is just too fine to turn down.’

“Green?” he prompts when you don’t answer.  

“Super Green,” your body yearns towards him, begging him without words. 

“Heh heh heh,” his chuckle rumbles low in his throat at your movie reference. His bottom lip is pulled in by his tongue and captured with his teeth. 

“I must confess, I was hoping, with us being alone tonight, that maybe we could….. open up to new possibilities in our friendship,” he brushes hair back from your face. “And here you are being such a gem for me, like a little pearl waiting under all those clothes.” He sits back in his chair and crosses his legs. “Now be a good girl and take them off,” his voice simply requires obedience.

It was a test really, to see if you would, to see if you really meant it. He watches as you stand.

Your clothes seem to peel themselves off. You are surprised when you pull your panties off that they don’t stick to your labia with how turned on you are at this moment. 

“MMM, good girl,” he praises as he stands, towering above you. His hand snakes around the back of your neck, you can feel the rings on his fingers against your occiput. 

“I think such good submissiveness earned you a kiss,” he lowers those perfect lips to yours. His tongue draws light lines, gently pressing them open. He’s fucking good at it, the kissing. Your arms wrap around him, wanting to feel more of him against you. Being naked with him clothed adds an extra element to his dominance.

“I feel it’s only fair to warn you, that I’m gonna fuck you until you know nothing but my cock and my name,” his smile deviant and sexy as all hell. 

He reaches behind him, grabbing your wrists again. 

“Do you want my cock, little Pearl?” he asks, lips still brushing yours.

Being asked this question erases any semblance of ‘real world’. Your only reality is the one in which you are stark naked, wet between the thighs, and under the thrall of the most divine form of man since The David was sculpted. And if that form happened to belong to one of your closest friends for years? So be it. 

“Oh god yeah” you say, nothing but honesty from your lips. 

He brings your hands to the button fly on his jeans. 

“Then take it out,” his voice vibrating with desire.

You rub your palm against him, god you’ve always wanted to see what he was packing in here. 

“I didn’t tell you to fondle me,” his voice is slightly disapproving, “Just take. My cock. Out.” 

He doesn't have to do anything more than speak slowly and distinctly and you are rushing to obey him. Shaking hands undo the top button on his fly, pulling the rest apart a little too eagerly but with a satisfying little rip.  You see the little spot of wetness on his boxer briefs where his tip was pressed to the fabric.

Your fingertips dive into the waistband, pulling it out and down. His shaft strains against  the lip of fabric keeping it in. Your hand gently slides down under his balls, nested in blonde curls. You cup them and his shaft, pulling them free. He groans out a little breath as you touch him. Your fingers and eyes linger on his cock. His shaft is long. You had assumed so. It only made sense considering his long limbs and hands.  But his pretty cock, laced lightly in blue veins, was girthy too. He seemed to get harder under your touch.  

“Better,” he says, “Put it in your mouth,” he will brook no argument. 

Oh god, did he have any clue? Any idea at all how much you loved cock in your mouth? You don’t think you’ve ever said it outloud, at least not in his presence. 

You sink to your knees wetting your lips on the way. Immediately your tongue is out like a supplicant waiting for communion. 

He angles himself down and places his rosy pink tip on your tongue. Your eyes flutter in pleasure as you close over him. Your hand comes to his base to hold him. You slowly  begin to suck and move up and down on him.

“I didn’t say to move or suck.” he says, grabbing your head, “and hands off, you do only what I say, little Pearl.’ 

His phone goes off and he reaches for it. “Hmmm,” he says, reading the text. He spends the next few minutes on his phone, with you on your knees in front of him, his cock in your mouth, unmoving. Spit begins to collect, dribbling out the corners.  After all, he didn’t say you could swallow. 

Making you hold him in your mouth while he goes about dealing with whatever needs his attention on his phone is probably the most casually dominant thing he could do. You had no idea it would be such a damn turn on. 

He sneaks occasional peeks down at you and his cock twitches in your mouth. You look so fucking good warming his dick. It takes every ounce of his training not to thrust into your mouth.  When he finishes doing nothing more than just playing the daily wordle on his phone, he pets your head with one hand, thumbing at his phone with the other.

“What a good little gem you are,” he praises. “Now, you have three minutes to show me what you can do with your mouth.” He clicks the timer on his phone, slides his fingers to his base to hold himself steady, “Go.” 

With a little moan, you move your head back and forth, spreading all the spit on his cock. Your tongue rubs the underside of his head. Your hands stay at your sides, yearning for him to tell you what a good girl you are for him.  You create a little suction, twisting your head. He feels so luxurious in your mouth. When you hear his appreciative moans you start losing yourself, your hips start squirming, your pussy pulsing, seeking friction. 

The timer goes off and he pulls away, your tongue chases after him with a little whine. He leans down, bending low at the waist. 

“I didn’t know you were such a good cockwhore, you sweet little thing with your sweet little tongue, “ he murmurs shakily in your ear, “now kiss me with that beautiful dirty mouth before I cum in it.” 

He is insistent, kissing you hard. His tongue demands attention from your own.  It’s too short lived, you want more when he pulls away. Your eyes plead as he straightens. 

“So needy.” he smiles. “Get my clothes off first,  my sweet Pearl.” he stands with his hands out, toeing off his shoes. 

Oh lordy, you hadn’t realized just how much you wanted this, how much you had repressed your desire for him. You pull his jeans and underwear into a puddle at his feet. He steps out of them. You stand up catching the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. It takes all of 15 seconds to have him naked and towering in front of you. His hands run up and down your arms, thumbs grazing your tits. 

You are just staring at him, as though you’ve never seen him before. And in a way, you haven’t, not stripped, not naked. You have always known his calm, quiet charisma, but the change in him is uncanny. He is literally giving off preternatural god-like vibes. You seriously would not be surprised to see wings sprout from his back or a rim of light sparkling behind him.

He holds your head, leaning down to kiss you fiercely. Walking you backwards, he shoves the blanket covered ottoman up against the couch with one foot. When your  calves hit the low stool, one of his hands drops to your vulva. The pads of his long fingers running along your thankfully well trimmed muff. 

“So wet little Pearl,” he croons, rubbing his fingers together in front of your face, “is this all for me?” he says just before he licks a flat tongue up the seam of his fingers and sucks off his tips. 

You nod, your tongue is out, craving oral input.

“Oh you want some too?” his hand is back between your legs. He taps your thighs and you step apart automatically. His long fingers worm their way between your lips with little circles. Your eyes start to close. 

“No no, you look right here,” his hand tightens on your neck. Your eyes open to his blue orbs mesmerizing  you. 

His fingers sink into you with a squelch. He swirls his fingers in deep.

“Gah, oh, huh,’ you moan at him, eyes locked. 

A slow smile creeps up the corner  of his lips as he pulls out two slick fingers and offers them to your mouth. 

“Clean them off,” his voice is calm, with a hint of ‘or else’ in it. 

You suck his fingers, not knowing how hot tasting yourself would be.  Your hips pulse of their own accord. You don’t care how wanton you seem, you want him. 

“Lay back sweet thing,” he licks at his lips, he fucking wants you, to be burried inside you, to feel your hot wetness suck his cock in. 

You are on your back in a heartbeat with Austin kneeling between your legs. 

The absolute fuck-me look that Austin gives you as he presses your legs apart nearly breaks you. But when he yanks your ass forward with a growl,  you are intangibly wrecked. 

“Please fuck me, Austin. Oh god I want you,” you whimper unprompted. 

“Oh needy baby, Daddy’s got what you want, right here,” his tip is slipping up and down against your clit.

Your glutes are flexing, pressing your hips hungrily towards him. 

“Now, now, I want to watch as I push inside,” he presses your legs apart and spreads your labia with his fingers,

His pink head splits you. Stretches you. Its so good.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans, “that’s my good girl, taking me so well.” 

The way his long fingers hold your lips apart, the way his sizable cock is stretching you, the way he’s taking his time, going slow like there is not a thing else he has to do in the world. Holy fuck it’s good, better than good. 

“Take it all now, little Pearl,” he pushes deep. 

Austin’s cock slowly works your juicy pussy with little squelching sounds. Nothing but unrestrained noises of pleasure flow from you. 

“Your pretty little lips spreading around me is fucking glorious, and this,” he flicks your clit lightly with a finger, “is all swollen and sensitive.” 

Your body curls up towards him in pleasure, as you squeal. 

His warm, long fingered hand splays out on your chest, thumb under one breast. He leans towards you, lightly pinning you down as his hips fluidly surge forward and glide out in a slow, steady pace. 

The hand on your sternum is commanding, even though it’s only lightly placed. 

He is watching you carefully as he works in you,  watching for signs that your orgasm is building. Signs like your breath coming short, and the little red blotches creeping across your chest. Your repeated ‘ohs’ stretch into longer sounds.  Just when he sees authentic pleasure threaten to cross your face, he stops all his movement, with just his tip in. 

He wants to watch you become desperate and needy for him. 

What the fuck is he doing stopping just when it’s getting good? Maybe he’s trying not to cum? You open your eyes only to find that he is watching you intently. Not deep breathing and thinking of Rome or whatever. Clearly not in danger of losing control of himself. His eyebrow lifts as if to say “oh pet, your orgasm is mine for the giving”

Your forehead creases as you rock your hips back and forth. 

The wordless exchange peaks his resolve and he starts up his shallow pistoning inside you again. His fingers that were spreading you, now press your upper lips together. Fuck it feels good.

The pressure starts building again, your moans getting louder. His fingers start working back and forth, rolling your clit between your labia. It strikes you, just how fucking good Austin is with your clit, with his fingers. Your hips open more fully to him, rocking with his thrusts.  

Abruptly, he takes his hand and cock away like your pussy is a hot plate.  Your eyes fly open and you try to sit up. You are nearly incensed to find him slyly smiling down at you, chuckling. The pressure of his hand on your chest increases, holding you still, holding you down.

Austin watches your split second anger, then the emotions of frustration, surprise and burning desire flit across your face. It’s exactly what he wants, for you to ride that edge, to know that your pleasure belongs to him. He spreads your empty pussy and lets a long line of spit drip from his mouth. You gasp as it plops, cool onto your naked clit. 

It’s fucking hot.

He lines up his dick and begins again, this time going faster. His thumb works your lubed clit. Your eyes flutter closed. Your moans come back, the red reaches for your neck, your back starts to arch and fists clench. 

He stops. 

“God DAMMIT!” you curse, fuming. You were thirty seconds from creaming his cock. Not used to having your orgasm dangled in front of you like a carrot on a string, your hand instinctively dives for your clit. You’ll finish it, if he won’t. 

“Oh no you don’t,” his voice is calm as he captures both your wrists. His long fingers wrap around them and press back into your chest. You still feel wild, pent up energy making your hips buck, begging for friction against his cock. He jolts your joined hands into your chest, bringing you up short.

Your eyes widen in sudden surprise as you freeze, breath pushed from you.

“Now, now” he says in total control. 

It’s sexy as fuck.  

“Do you want more of this cock?” his blue eyes sparkle through his downward gaze as he  leans over you, holding you down. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

You blink at him, unbelievably turned on and unbelievably close to cumming hard. All you want is to carreen over the edge. 

“Do you?” His measured voice is like melted butter over you as he lets up his pressure on your torso.  

You just nod slowly, keeping eye contact. 

Austin hadn’t actually planned on dominating you like this right out of the gate. Having your responsive sexy body under him at last  and at his mercy was trippy as hell and he is digging deep to find restraint.

“Tell me you want it,”he breathes, struggling to keep himself still.

“I do,” you whisper. 

“Not like that,” he says disappointed, starting to pull out. He is shocked that he can actually feign withdrawal because he wants nothing more than to plow into you over and over until your hot, wet pussy sucks the cum from him. 

“Fuck, Austin,” you say with a clenched jaw. You stare up at him. He is frozen above you, on his knees between your legs with his cock tip barely touching your entrance. His abdomen taut, chest and shoulder muscles popping with definition as he holds himself over you.  He licks his lips, waiting. 

Oh fucking goddess in heaven, he is beyond hot, beyond sexy. He is a fucking masterpiece.  

“I want your cock, please, please.  I want it driving into me. Hard and fast until I can’t think straight. Please,  I want it so bad,” you are only a little surprised at how readily you beg for Austin’s cock. 

He had planned to make you wait, but the intensity of your plea is just too fucking much. With a low growl he plunges into you to the hilt. Deep and hard in, slow out. Over and over and over. Hard. Deep. Slow. Hard. Deep. Slow. He watches your eyes roll back into your head and your neck arch and your chest turn blotchy again. 

When he finally gives it to you, it’s like everything else pales in comparison. You may as well have never been fucked before. Your walls are clamping down on him with each stroke.  His cock fills you and you are lost in the pure bliss of being fucked so deep and so masterfully. Then his palm is shaking on your mons, the mound of his thumb pressing into your clit. Thirty seconds is all you need, maybe a minute. The red advances, along with your moans. He digs his thumb a little harder onto your clit. 

Filthy things start falling unbidden from your mouth. 

“Oh yes, don’t stop, please. Fuck my pussy!  Fuck my pussy! It’s so good. Fuhuhuhuhck ME!!!” you wail under him.  Your back arches, muscles clenching, hips shaking. 

Austin’s grip on your wrists tighten, using them as leverage to do your bidding. His hips snap deep, hard, fast; ramming into your now sodden slit.  

You are so damn gorgeous thrashing for him, coming completely undone. A woman cumming is the most erotic thing, and he loves to be up close and experiencing it with all his senses.

“Ohgod ‘stoomuch, no no!” you are shaking your head side to side under him, your climax overwhelming you. 

You are bucking against his grip, pushing him away and yet wanting him to never stop. Never stop pummeling your cunt, never stop making you cum on the end of his gorgeous dick. Waves of pleasure roll over you. This is what you didn’t know you were missing all this time. To be fucked so deeply and thoroughly from a man so beautiful and talented that you can’t remember your own name. Only his. 

“OH MY GOD, AU- AU- AUS-TIIIN!!!” 

Your screaming of his name is what finally does him in. He lets go of your hands and all of his own control, chasing his own pleasure now. His thrusts become erratic as his cum rises in his balls. He pushes deeper still with a death grip on your hips.  Driving, driving, driving into you. His orgasm comes in waves, spurt after spurt fountains inside you.  His head is bent forward over you, eyes screwed shut, a roar spilling from his open mouth. His spine jerks with each separate surge. 

He wants to collapse on your panting, arched form. Suddenly, and weirdly he feels too gentlemanly to do so, even though he is still balls deep in you. He slumps forward instead, sweaty forehead inches from where his hands held you down.

You wrap your arms around him in a sudden roll reversal, you pull him down, cradling his body to yours. 

As you recover breath, Austin’s dominant and your submissive energies drain slowly away. Realization starts to dawn on you of what you and Austin just did, what it might mean for your friendship. You refuse to let this feel awkward. You tighten your arms around him,

“I stand giddily corrected. Austin you can dominate me any old time,” you say softly.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that, “ he says, “oh not the dom part per se, just have sex with you.”

��Probably about as long as I’ve wanted it.” you say casually. 

He lifts his head with a furrowed brow. “Really? Me?” 

“Yes, you” you shake your head at him, so humble and so fucking good at anything he sets his mind to. “And that was surely ‘a new possibility to our friendship’, ” you mimic his words and tone from earlier, smiling down at him.

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