#it was so hard to decide what hair to give her but clearly i went w the braids

[scarletlizzard]

Older

Music Series

Pairing: professor!Wanda x fem!Reader

Tags Minors DNI: older/younger (college), mommy kink, smut, choking, fingering & strap on use (R receiving), little overstimulation, praise or degradation kink? why not both, just shameless smut sorry

A/N: This is based on the song Older by Isabel LaRosa! This was requested. Thanks for reading, gladly appreciate any feedback. Thank you! 😊🩷

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Wanda watches from her chair as you lean across the desk in front of her, your ass in the air with your skirt pulled down. Her hands reach out to caress your hips, touching the soft skin she can see. When her fingers reach your panties, she begins to pull them down, seeing a sticky string of wetness on your thigh.

"Please, Professor... I need you so bad," you moan and look back at her. Wanda stares in your eyes, her fingers dipping inside of you. You were soaking wet, and she knew it was all for her, your hot walls squeezing her fingers as she thrusted them inside you.

"Ohh, God! Miss Maximoff! " You moan again, Wanda feels herself becoming wetter as you push your hips back against her.

"Miss Maximoff..."

The image of you bent over her desk begins to fade.

"Miss Maximoff? " She hears your voice again.

Wanda blinks and clears her throat, her eyes meeting yours. Only this time, you're standing in front of her desk instead of lying across it. Students around the room were packing their bags and heading towards the door.

"Yes, Miss Y/L/N?" She asks and blinks a few more times, looking up from the papers she was supposed to be grading.

This had been happening more often the closer to the end of the semester came. Wanda was a professor at the university you attended. She had been a professor for a while now and absolutely loved her job, the life she was able to live with the money it paid, and being able to teach young minds. Every semester, she saw hundreds of faces, sometimes not being able to remember all of the names.

But then you walked in the first day of this spring semester with a cute smile on your face, eyes sparkling up at her as you greeted her.

Something about you and the way you acted towards her had Wanda questioning all of her morals.

To be fair, you couldn't help it... when you saw Wanda Maximoffs name on your schedule, you knew what you wanted. Your friends had told you all about her from when they took her class, and you'd seen her walking around campus before. She was exactly what you needed after failed relationship after relationship.

Someone older, someone as hot as she is.

So as the semester went on, you began wearing more revealing clothes, leaving very little to the imagination. At the end of every class, you would find yourself leaning over her desk, watching as Wanda struggled to keep eye contact with you.

"I don't think I really understood today's lesson. Do you think you could give me some extra help?" You would ask her, batting your eyelashes. Wanda swallowed hard and looked around the empty room, running a hand through her firey hair.

"My last class gets out at 3:30. You can meet me back here at 4." She said with a smile, muscle tensing in your grasp as you touched her arm.

"Thank you so much, Professor. .."

And that was how you started your extra 'tutoring' sessions with Wanda. Every day at 4, you would meet her in her class and shut the door behind you. You were a straight A student, clearly not needing any help, so the entire time was spent flirting and laughing, lots of lingering looks and touches.

As time went on, you couldn't help but stare at the ring on her finger. One afternoon, she caught you and gave a soft smile, finding herself needing to explain it to you. But as she opened her mouth, she realized you were her student and nothing more.

"It's complicated," she sighs, deciding not to share. You nod and rest your hand on top of hers, using your other hand to flip the pages of your book. She didn't move away.

'It's complicated' was good enough for you to want - no, need more from her.

So the next day you showed up to her classroom after hours, and when you shut the door, you strutted over to her where she sat at her desk.

"Hey Y/N, what -" Wanda said with an eyebrow raised. She watched as you moved between her and her desk, situating yourself between her legs.

"How long are we gonna play this game for?" You asked in a sultry voice, your hand playing with the top button of her blouse.

"Y/N... this is highly inappropriate. I-I don't know what you're talking about," she spoke sternly, but the look in her eyes and the way she didn't move away was all you needed to continue.

"I'm talking about where we pretend you don't want to fuck me." Your hands moved to the bottom of your skirt, fingers pulling the fabric slowly over the skin of your thighs. "Cmon, Wanda, I can be your little secret... I know you think about me. Do you imagine fucking me right here?" You asked and bite your lip, watching her hands ball into fists.

"I told you to call me Miss Maximoff." Wanda said, not denying a word you spoke.

You leaned forward, hands moved to rub her thighs as your lips touched her ear.

"I'd rather call you mommy..."

Wanda groaned at your words, and in a quick second, she had you bent over her desk, your hands behind your back as her hips pressed against your ass. A moan escaped your lips as your cheek hit the wooden surface. Your hips moved back against her, causing another low sound from Wandas throat.

Before she could do anything else, she quickly released you, panting from the sudden rush of adrenaline. Wanda runs a hand through her hair and straightens out your skirt, stepping away from you. You frown at her actions, hating the way her hands weren't on you anymore.

"You're my student, Y/N. I can't risk it," She said with a cold tone to you, eyes dark with lust.

"Only for a little longer!" You argued her, frowning and crossing your arms.

"You're too young," Wanda said softly and shook her head. Her fingers ran over her lips after she spoke.

You didn't have anything to say at that. You ran out of the room with tearful eyes and an ache in your stomach, not stopping when she called out your name.

That was two weeks ago, and you hadn't been back to her class after hours since. Though every morning Wanda greeted you with that charming fucking smile and a, "Good morning, Y/N," slipping off her tongue in the nicest voice.

Which brings you back to today, standing in front of her as she stared at you with those same dark eyes from two weeks ago. You raise an eyebrow at her demeanor.

"I just wanted to say thanks for all the..." You eye the students leaving the classroom. "...extra help this semester." You clear your throat and adjust the bag on your shoulder. Wanda nods slowly, the image of her fingers inside of you now stuck in her head.

"Of course, Miss Y/L/N. You're a very bright young lady, you know that? Wise beyond your years," Wanda says with a smile, and she truly meant it. You sigh softly with a nod and head towards the door as everyone else had left.

"I'd like to go over your final paper with you, if you don't mind?" You hear her say, and your heart begins to race.

"4?" You ask, turning your head to look at her. She nods.

***

You hear the wood creak as Wanda closes the door. The clicking of the lock makes you squeeze your thighs together as you sit in the chair she put in front of her desk.

You take in her appearance, a white blouse hugging her top and dark slacks on her lower half that she usually wore. She took her red hair out of the bun she had and let her hair fall down her shoulders. She always looks so effortlessly beautiful, always so perfect.

"Is something wrong with my paper?" You ask tentatively, watching her sit across the desk from you.

Wanda folds her hands together on the desk, studying your face carefully. "It was brilliant, Y/N. One of the best I received, actually," she chuckles a little. You blush at her praise and watch as her smile slides into a smirk.

"Thank you, Miss Maximoff." You swallow hard, feeling the tension between the two of you grow in the quiet room. You hear the clock on the wall behind Wanda ticking almost as loudly as your heart was beating in your ears.

"Since I'm no longer your teacher, you don't have to call me that," she says and leans back in her chair.

"Oh, so I can call you Wanda now?" You say playfully, taking in the way she slides the ring off her finger and puts it in a drawer of her desk.

"I'd rather you call me something else," Wanda says, and you can feel your body heat up, realizing she was quoting your last conversation.

You stand from your chair and walk around the desk, feeling her eyes on you as you do. "Something specific?" You tease, standing between her and her desk, once again.

"Are you going to make me ask?" She says and tilts her head, looking up to you. Her hands reach out to rest on your hips as she stands from the chair. It's your turn to look up to her.

"Maybe," you tease again with a shrug, a gasp leaving your mouth when she lifts you easily onto the desk.

Wanda puts herself between your legs, the space between the two of you filled with her presence. You could smell the expensive perfume she wore and the mint on her breath as she leaned in. She chuckles lowly at the goosebumps that arise on your arms.

"I'm not going to be the one begging," she whispers in your ear, a finger under your chin as she leans back and forces your head up.

The two of you lean in at the same time, lips moving in sync as your arms move to wrap around her. Her lips are softer than you could have ever imagined, and you could taste the mint you smelled earlier on her tongue as she explores your mouth.

"I've wanted to kiss you like this since the first time you walked in this room," Wanda groans into your mouth and you can only whine in reply as your hands move to unbutton her blouse.

Her hands make quick work of undoing your jeans, and you wish you hadn't stopped wearing skirts after she told you she couldn't be with you. But those thoughts are quickly replaced with watching Wanda slide your pants and panties down together.

Wanda can't help but moan quietly at the sight of your already wet thighs, sticky with your arousal just like in her dream. She looks in your eyes as two fingers press onto your clit, your mouth parting at the feeling.

"So wet for me already, and I haven't even done anything yet..." She sighs, rubbing circles as your hands grip desperately onto her now open shirt.

"Please, Miss Maximoff... I need you so bad," you moan her name. She almost thinks she's dreaming again until she slips her fingers inside of you, feeling your warm walls squeeze her fingers just as she thought they would. Even better than she imagined.

"What was that, baby?" Her fingers stay still inside of you, her eyes watching your red cheeks.

"Please... mommy?" You ask and bite your lip, her fingers suddenly moving inside of you was all you needed to know that was what she wanted to hear.

"You hear that? You hear how wet you are for me?" She asks, the filthy sounds of her fingers pumping in and out of you fill the empty room. "Fucking gorgeous sounds baby," Wanda groans at the feeling of you squeezing her fingers.

"Yes, mommy, I-I'm so wet for you! Your fingers feel so good," you moan and buck your hips pathetically against her hand.

"You feel so good clenching around my fingers, taking me so well, baby.. you gonna cum already huh?" Wanda says in a condescending tone with a smirk on her lips. Her fingers pick up pace, and you moan at the feeling of her knuckle deep inside of your pussy. The fingers you had imagined so many times inside of you, finally curling and drawing an orgasm out of you. Your body shakes as you come, stomach tightening as you soak her fingers.

"Fuck - Wanda!" You let out, feeling her fingers pump inside of you through your climax.

When she sees your body calm, Wanda removes her fingers, a whimper leaving your mouth as you clench around nothing. Your legs squeeze Wandas hips when she puts her fingers in front of your lips.

"Open up, sweetheart. Taste yourself, see how good mommy made you feel," she says and moves her other hand to cup under your chin.

You comply and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. When she puts her fingers in your mouth, you suck hard and look up at her with innocent eyes. Batting your eyelashes, you lick between her fingers, a low moan illiciting from the back of her throat.

Something seemed to snap inside of Wanda as you did that, and she quickly removed them and lifted your shirt over your head before taking a step back. The fact that you weren't wearing a bra only drove Wanda more crazy.

"Turn around, baby, and stick your ass up... let me see that pretty pussy," she says with dark eyes, her hands unzipping her slacks to pull out a red strap. Your eyes widen at the sight and she chuckles. "It's okay sweetheart, you can take it. We'll make it fit, won't we?" She asks and watches as you nod and turn around.

You bend over the desk, lifting your ass up and looking back at her, always so fucking innocently. Wanda hums at the sight and guides her strap up and down your wet pussy, sliding part of it in easily.

"I've dreamed of this," she says, and you didn't know she literally had.

You grip onto the wood in front of you, eyes squeezing closed as she pushes herself deeper inside of you. Her hands rub your back and hips soothingly.

"Mommy -fuck- want to take all of you," you whimper out.

"Oh don't worry, sweetheart, you will," she coos and fills you up completely, the fabric of her pants rubbing against your ass as you push back onto her hips.

Once she's bottomed out, she reaches forward to grab your hands, placing them behind your back and holding them there tightly with one hand. Again, all too familiar from your last meeting with her, only this time you've gotten your way. Her hips begin to move slowly at first, but once your whimpers turn into moans, she can no longer hold back.

"This is all you wanted, isn't it, sweetheart? To be fucked and filled with mommys cock like a good little slut," Wanda breathes out as she rails into you.

"Yes, mommy! I-" You stop mid sentence and half moan half whine as your cheek rubs against the wood with every thrust, her hips hitting yours roughly. You clench around the length of her cock, every word driving you closer ro another orgasm.

With one hand holding yours behind your back, the other smacks your ass sharply. "You can't even talk, can you baby? Is mommy fucking you dumb? What happened to my smart girl?" She chuckles, again in a condescending tone.

But she wasn't wrong. You were at the point of whining, and gasping breathes with each thrust feeling deeper than the next. All your teasing and taunting Wanda through the semester, and this was all it took to finally shut you up.

Not that either of you would complain.

The desk scratches against the floor as she pounds into you, the sounds of the wood creaking underneath the weight of you and her fucking into your wet pussy fill the room, accompanied by your whimpers and half sentences.

"Feels so -"

Another moan.

"So, so good, mommy!"

Another whimper.

Wandas hand palms your ass cheek roughly before you feel her nails digging into your hips. She feels more resistance as she pumps in and out of you, your walls clenching tightly.

"You're close, aren't you, sweetheart?" She groans at the whimper that leaves your mouth, and she pushes herself harder into you. For a second, you feel like the desk would break. "Alright baby, you better be a good girl and cum for mommy..." She says and the praise is all you need to release all over Wandas strap, your wetness spreading and dripping onto your thighs.

The scrapping of the desk stops as she slows her thrusts, her hand releasing your hands from her grip. The two of you sit there for a moment breathing heavily, and Wanda leans forward to kiss your cheek.

"Such a good girl for me, you took me so well, baby... that's it. Just take a minute." Her hands move to lift you up, not removing the cock from inside of you. She sits down in her chair and brings you with her, sitting you in her lap.

"I-I can't take anymore," you breathe out and shake your head, wincing at the feeling of how full she felt inside of you, the way she stretched you out completely.

"Shhh," Wanda coos in a soothing voice, placing sweet kisses on your back and shoulder. "Just one more baby, one more for mommy. There you go, baby just like that," she says, guiding you to move your hips.

Any pain had quickly turned to pleasure as you moved in her lap, your back pressing against her front as you leaned back. Her hips met yours with every bounce, and you tears threatened to escape with how good you felt.

"Such a good girl for mommy, aren't you?" She asks, you feel her left hand grope your breasts, fingers squeezing your nipple as her right hand moves up your side slowly, gripping your throat.

"Y-Yes, mommy, just for you. I'm -oh fuck- I'm so close," you whine as her fingers squeeze either side of your neck. You feel the air escape your throat just enough to feel your chest tighten.

Wanda moans at the feeling of your pulse quicken under her thumb. She was practically holding you up at this point. Your head falls back onto her shoulder, and her left hand moves down to rub your swollen clit. You let out a gasp at the pleasure of the overstimulation of it all.

"That's it, baby, just like that. You're doing so good for mommy," she praises in your ear, her lips moving against the skin just underneath. Wandas hips move more roughly up into you, her grip tightening around your throat.

Your hands move up to grip onto her arm, nails digging into the sleeves of her shirt as she forces another orgasm out of you.

"Mommy, I'm coming!" You whine as your body trembles against her, your legs failing you as she holds you up tightly in her lap.

"Fuck sweetheart, just-just hold on mommy's gonna cum too," Wanda groans against your neck and continues to pound into you from underneath you as she chases her own high. You were beyond overstimulated at this point, and the tears that threatened to fall from earlier flowed freely down your cheeks now.

Wandas thrusts begin to waver, and as she moans against your skin, her hand squeezes your throat again, the muscles in her arm tensing as she comes.

She removes her hand from your throat and clit and instead wraps her arms around you securely. You bury your face against her neck, feeling vulnerable and exposed as you sit naked in her lap. Wanda had taken any weight you carried off your shoulders, you had never felt more relaxed or well-fucked in your life.

You feel her lips kiss your cheek, and you respond by peppering her neck and jaw with kisses back.

"You okay, darling?" Wanda asks, her voice soft. You could see a bright smile on her face as you look up at her and nod. "Use your words."

"Yes... never felt better." You sigh contently and smile back at her, leaning over to kiss her on the lips.

Wanda helps you off of her strap, your legs weak underneath you as you reach for your shirt as she tucks the strap back into her pants. She reaches out to grab your panties and jeans.

"I don't want you to clean yourself off until you get home. Understand?" She asks with a smirk as she pulls your pants over your wet and sticky thighs. "I want you to think about me for the rest of the night," Wanda whispers and buttons your jeans, pulling up the zipper. You stand uncomfortably but nod, the thought and feeling only making your stomach burn all over again.

You look at Wanda and take in the sight of the smirk on her red, swollen lips, her red hair cascading down to lay on her breasts that peak through her open blouse. Her hands move to button up the shirt, but the sight of her empty ring finger reminds you of a certain fact.

"Will I see you again?" You ask, not being able to hide the disappointment on your face. The smile that takes over her face is enough to relax the features on your own.

"We've got all summer," she chuckles, her hands cupping your cheeks as she kisses your forehead.

Someone older was definitely what you needed.

And having Wanda for the summer? You would do everything prove to her that age was just a number, and figure out just how 'complicated' her marriage was. Because when she walked out of the classroom with you next to her, she left the ring in the drawer of the desk she had just fucked you on.

#marvel #elizabeth olsen #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda x fem!reader #teacher wanda #mommy wanda #Spotify

[writingoddess1125]

okay okay JC hear me, what about Alucare and Vivian interaction ?

Oh I like this! EVIL SMILE 😈 I like this a lot

Oh Hell No-

For just 10c a day you can help a starving author, that's less then a cup of Ko-fi

Shanks, Mihawk x Reader + Alucare, Vivian

Check out the Old Man Series

It had been a exhausting month out to sea, Shanks insisting the crew go to the grandline. Paired with also having Vivian start training to be a pirate like him-

She didn't object to this, her eyes still following her inspiration of Luffy. She worked hard, Went out to assist the crew and learn the ways of the ship and of being a pirate. Much to everyone's surprise however was the two skills she had picked up- Sharp Shooting and Gambling.. Shanks wasn't too thrilled about either however he couldn't lie he was impressed- She had taken up to learning from Yassop on guns while naturally able to win a lot of card games from the crew and walk away with heavy pockets.

Making port in a small Village to do some basic restocks Vivian traveled off to explore the peer. Deciding to spend some of her winnings-

Vivian was blown away, seeing such a pretty guy standing there at the docks. He was older then her by a bit, he had lovely dark hair tied in a low ponytail and dressed in dark clothes ment for training. However it was his eyes- She could see his eyes from there, bright yellow like gold. A feeling of warmth hit her cheeks and chest as she stared- However he must have felt it since he began to look around with a scowl on his face, Vi quickly walking away to pretend she hadn't been staring at the teenager. Her face she was sure was as red as her hair-

"Don't travel far Vi!" Shanks called out, Even though he knew she had a small pistol that Yassop had gifted her. She kept his words in mind and went around the pier to explore, buying a few snacks and so on till a flutter of black caught her eye- Turning to see a smaller sea vessel and a boy standing infront of it like he was impatiently waiting.

"Well I'll be damned- Is that Hawkeye?" Shanks said, Snapping Vivian from her spying fantasy to look up at her father.

"Ah there you are Vi-" Shanks called out as he walked back towards his daughter and saw her red face. Raising a brow at her red face, going to speak on it till his eyes caught the teen still glancing around.

"You know him?" She said softly, Shanks however looked confused as he stared at the teen. Waving for her to stay put while he walked forward to the teen and the sea vessel.

Shanks shook Alucare's hand and smiled at the young man-

Vi watched from afar, It seemed the two talked briefly before the teen headed back to the sea vessel. Returning with two adults, a clearly pregnant women and a tall man looking like the teen but older and with weird facial hair and short hair.

Shanks spoke with the tall man before he waved Vivian over.

"This is 'Hawkeye' Mihawk a old friend of mine, and This is Vi my daughter" Shanks said proudly, Mihawks eyebrows raising at hearing this and stared at Vivian, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

"It's nice to meet you Vivian" Mihawk said calmly, (Y/N) however smiled brightly and shook the young lady's hand.

"It's very lovely to meet you Vivian, Shanks" She said calmly and Alucare nodded as well giving a fast greeting to the child.

"It's nice to meet you Vivian" He said as he shook her hand politely- The girl barely able to mutter the words in return as she looked nervous. The teen quickly releasing her hand and offering it to the older red head.

"Nice to meet ya, Damn you look just like your father" He said with a laugh, truthfully he felt a odd clench in his chest since Alucare looked like Mihawk when Roger's died.

"Well since we are all here, why don't we go to the pub near by, I hear they also have good food so it shouldn't be an issue" Shanks suggested with a happy smile, you of course agreeing at this and thinking it would be nice. Mihawk and Alucare giving similar sighs and nodding in agreement-

"This here is the rest of my crew-" Shanks introduced with a smile- Alucare being silent but polite, That was till he saw Ben Beckman and heard his name, Glancing back to his father with pleading eyes that read 'please say no-' But all Mihawk did was nod silently making the teenager deflate slightly. Deciding that keeping his mouth shut was the best option-

A short journey back to Shanks Ship he gathered his crew to all venture to the pub and of course they were familiar with Mihawk but gave sweet introductions to (Y/N) and Alucare.

Shanks set down his drink as his eyes focused, seeing how Vivians cheeks were red, her eyes sparkling and the way she nervously fiddled with her hair. You catching this and seeing her like this as well and how she smiled so awkwardly around Alucare who was clearly seeing this in more of a babysitting light-

Once all introductions were done the pirates filed inside, it didn't take long for drinks to be poured and food to be served. Vivian being seated to a unamused Alucare who seemed to passively be listening to her as she tried to start conversation.

Your eyes wondered around at seeing the drunk patrons, it wasn't like you were in a current condition to drink yourself so the food was your comfort. But you couldn't help but glance to your son every now and again- Shanks also following you gaze.

"Aw, She must have a little crush on Alu" You say with a giggle, Mihawk looking up from his glass at hearing this- his hand still on your lower back to keep you steady from some invisible force.

Shanks whole body seemed to bristle at this voiced notion taking another hard drink of ale.

"No, Vivian is far too... she's-" He stared harder, that's when he saw it. She tucked her own hair behind her ear shyly- he knew that move too damn well it was the one her mother used to do when trying the flirt and a move that lead to Vivians creation paired with other moves much later on.

"Oh Hell No!-" Shanks all but roared. Mihawk smirking into his drink.

This was bound to be entertaining-

#x reader #one peice x reader #one piece #one peice live action #hawkeye mihawk #mihawk x reader #one piece mihawk #dracule mihawk #mihawk x shanks #op mihawk

[rabesbabe]

I like the way you kiss me pt.2

sam carpenter x reader

i like the way you kiss me pt.1

A/N: Hey guys!! So this is the second part to my newest series! I’ve been trying to decide if this should be the last part or if I should do one more so let me know! Also you guys are able to ask for requests now and i’ll make a page with who I write for!! (Also this fic is not proofread pls excuse my typos lmao)

Summary: You go to a party Mindy and Chad host and “coincidentally” Sam is there…

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After that day you hadn’t really talked to Sam besides necessary conversations you guys would have to have when you went over to hang out with Tara. Which you seemed to be doing more

and more of recently noticing the two of you actually make a pretty good duo.

One day you were getting smoothies with Tara when you felt like you should tell her about what happened with Sam.

“Tara?” “Hm?” She replied, mouth full of the strawberry banana smoothie she was drinking. “Do you remember how Sam acted when she met me that first time?” You asked looking at her. “Yeah but I told you not to worry about it I swear she’ll get used to you at some point she just isn’t exactly a people person.” Tara shrugged. “No that’s not it,” you sighed. “The day before that, I met Sam at the grocery store and I slid her my number. And that night we talked for like 3 hours before I hung up.”

Tara looked at you confused. “You slipped my sister your number…” you looked down waiting for her to yell at you for talking to her sister. “AND SHE ACTUALLY CALLED YOU?” She smirked at you. “God, I knew you were fine but not fine enough to create a miracle!” You looked up at her almost choking on your smoothie at her words. “That was your takeaway from what I just told you? You’re not mad? Or even sad?” “God no.” She replied “I’m just shocked my sister actually made an attempt at being a normal person. No wonder she acts so weird whenever I mention you. She totally likes you y/n.”

That night you think about Tara’s words a lot. Did her sister actually like you? Whenever you were around her she seemed like she was seconds away from punching you in the face. But, maybe that’s just how she is. She’s not exactly bubbly. You think about the time Tara left the apartment for a bit while you were there to go do something, leaving you and Sam alone. Sam couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. But she also didn’t dare utter a word to you. She always left you confused and wondering what was going on inside her mind.

That week you and Tara went over to Mindy and Chads place. Tara decided to find something cute for you to wear and she did your makeup. You weren’t sure why she was dressing you up so much but you let her anyway as it was fun.

As you arrived at the door Tara fixed your hair up and you gave her a weird look as you were still confused why she was trying so hard to make sure you looked good even though you were just seeing friends. You handed her the wine glass you brought as a gift before knocking on the door. After knocking you hear familiar voice say “I’ll get it.”

To your surprise as the door opens you’re met with a wide eyed Sam looking you up and down. She mumbles a quick “Hi” to you before moving over to let you in. After giving Mindy and Chad hugs you look over at Tara and Sam talking.

“You didn’t tell me you were inviting her Tara.” Sam says. “I didn’t think I needed to Sam? We’re constantly together it should’ve been a given.” Tara says raising an eyebrow at Sam. “Plus why do you care? You’re very clearly enjoying the sight of her.” Tara gives a small smirk to a slightly open mouthed Sam who is clearly shocked her sister caught on to her not so secretly checking out her friend.

As the night goes on the drunker and drunker everyone gets. You guys talk for hours, play games and watch dumb reality tv shows. “Who wants to play a classic game of drink or spill!?” Says a very very drunk Mindy. “What a good idea lil’ sis” exclaims Chad. “You know you’re only a few minutes older right?”

“Can we please start playing before you two get into a fight and ruin all the fun?” Sam says rolling her eyes. You all sit in a circle in their living room waiting for Mindy to ask questions. “Tara,” Mindy says, “how many people in the room would you kiss?” “Oh come on, that one’s easy! Three.” Tara says. “Thank god.” Sam replies letting out a fake sigh while laughing.

“Y/N, sweet, gorgeous, lovely, y/n.” Mindy says in a jokingly sweet voice. “Who in this room would you say no to if they asked you out?” You let out a chuckle, “if it wasn’t obvious before, I’m sorry Chad I’m just not into your uhm…kind?” You give a fake apologetic smile. You make eye contact with Sam who looks at you shocked. Obviously thinking she was going to be the one you would say no to. You give her a small smile before she looks away.

The rest of the night is a drunken blur for you. You can’t help but notice Sam staring at you all night and wonder if you look insanely hot or like a drunk mess. Later on you decide to go find Tara who’s probably making out with Chad somewhere to tell her you guys should head home.

“Tara?” You ask while knocking on Chads room door. “If you and Chad are in there eating each other’s faces please take this as a warning to stop before I walk in.” Suddenly the door opens and you see Sam smiling at your remark.

“Hi, Sam.” You say awkwardly. To your surprise she opens the door more for you to come in. “So my sister and Chad huh?” You nod. Confused as to why she’s talking to you. But then you think about the fact that she drank 5 shots during the game you guys played. She sits down on the bed in the room looking at the floor avoiding your eyes. And you join her. “I’m sorry I’ve been kind of a bitch to you y/n.” “It’s fine I guess?” You say confused as to why she would apologize now. “I really liked you that night we talked Sam. I wish you gave me a chance.” She looked up at you finally making eye contact. She stared at you for a second as if she was thinking about something.

Before you could think more she leaned closer to you, grabbed around your waist and kissed you. Only for a moment but just enough to show you she meant it.

“Im sorry,” She said looking away from you when you didn’t say anything. “That was more than okay Sam.” You smile at her and she kisses you again. This time more passionate and confident.

“Y/n!” Tara’s voice calls out a little before the door to the room bursts open. Tara’s eyes go wide at the sight of you and her sister and she stares for a moment before laughing. You and Sam look at her in bewilderment. “Thank god!! I was so sick of you two undressing each other with your eyes all night.” Sam scoffs at her boldness. “As much as I hate to break this up we need to go y/n we have class tomorrow.” Tara says as if she’s not gonna be insanely hungover the next morning. You stand up and smile at Sam. “Call me?” She says before you walk out. And you nod with a goofy smile plastered on your face.

#wlw ship #scream 6 #scream #sam carpenter x reader #sam x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ghostface x reader #melissa barrera #jenna ortega

[navstuffs]

two weeks

Pairing: leon kennedy x gn!reader

Summary: "give me two weeks, you won't recognize her."

Warnings: songfic, SMUT SO MINORS DNI, sort sub!leon, confident reader

Author's Notes: if you know this song, you already know what's coming ;) this fanfic is also an ode to my queen fka twigs (so you can imagine the pressure i felt writing this lol). leon is also very lucky with me; first sade and now fka twigs? he is a lucky motherfucker man. enjoy your reading!

my leon's masterlist

"I know it hurts, you know I'd quench that thirst

(I can treat you better than her)

You say you're lonely, I say you'll think about it"

Like most things in your life, it doesn't start the "right" way. Yes, there is a date, but never a proper second or maybe third date, then a kiss. And at a particular stage of life, you didn't think you could seduce or date anyone. Even more so, your partner and friend Leon S. Kennedy. You had lost your touch or never really had one. And he was clearly in love with somebody else.

You had to hear about it occasionally if you decided to join him to drink. It bothered you more than it should, but you could do nothing about it.

And Leon Kennedy had the tendency to only "flirt" as a joke, anyway. 

The smiles, the flirty smiles in your direction. They started here and there, just a tiny detail you didn't think much of, figuring it was just Leon being Leon. Then, the flirting. As if you could call it flirting, the man straight invited you to dinner after you two almost died in the hands of a B.O.W.

Leon's priceless face, when you accept it, makes everything almost all worth it.

"Higher than a motherfucker, dreaming of you as my lover

Flying like a streamer, thinking of new ways to do each other"

Leon is unsure during dinner. You watch his eyes wander around the restaurant, never looking straight at your face. The menu has confusing names with food you have never heard of. Leon had chosen a fancy place he clearly never went, and also somewhere he wasn't comfortable. 

Later, after eating what you think was a snail with a weird tomato, you question why he brought you here. Leon mumbles he never thought you would accept it.

"Why?"

"I guess because you know...my situation."

"I know it hurts, you know I'd put you first

(I can fuck you better than her)"

Ada Wong? Oh, you knew their situation pretty well. You have heard more than once, actually: she and Leon seem to be connected to each other with a certain tension that never seems to die down over the years. This doesn't frighten you; you never ran away from a challenge. You preferred the harder ones anyway.

You wouldn't be stealing Leon from her since he was never his. And even if he was, it didn't matter.

"It doesn't really matter," You conclude, finishing your drink.

"Why not?"

"Because you could be mine at the end. We can't risk that."

The smile Leon gives you is all the answer you need.

"Feel your body closing, I can rip it open

Suck me up, I'm healing for the shit you're dealing"

You are bad, Leon realizes, really bad. It is the way you make him feel pleasure, the way look at him, fierce and daring, as if he is the only one for you. It makes him feel special, unique, like Ada never could. Not because she didn't want to but.

"Hey, eyes on me, Leon."

Your authoritative voice calls him back, and Leon feels a chill. He had only seen you concentrated like this during missions. Looking deadly and calm, Leon Kennedy is your target now. Leon shouldn't have invited you to his apartment, but he was curious. Curious to see how further you could actually go.

How you would make him yours.

It could be enough, Leon thinks, his hand pushing your head down into his hard cock. He likes to watch you suffocate and how good your lips are around his dick, your mouth wet and slippery, perfect for him.

After falling into bed, exhausted, Leon confesses, his face hidden by his sweaty hair.

"This...could work."

You smirk back. You could work with that.

"Smoke on your skin to get those pretty eyes rolling

My thighs are apart for when you're ready to breathe in"

You don't call Leon the next day. Or the other. He calls you on Monday night after a full day of behaving like nothing happened during the weekend as if you two remained just good co-workers.

He comes by your house, and you imagine he will want to finish everything. It would be typical of Leon to get afraid if someone got too close. Leon would apologize and argue it was all a mistake. His kiss as soon as you open the door silences your internal doubts. Leon Kennedy is there, and he wants you.

You take him to your bedroom, clothes falling on the way, and you ignore the little emotion you have when he looks so vulnerable under your palms. You suck him again because Leon Kennedy asks for it. It seems someone has gotten addicted to your mouth. 

"So good. Fuck."

You let him moan and tremble in your bed. A bed that you often imagined you would, one day, have Leon for yourself, just for you. His moans fill up the room, and you suspect you will never be able to sleep again without thinking about it.

"Suck me up, I'm healing for the shit you're dealing

High motherfucker, get your mouth open, you know you're mine"

You are at his house now, almost two weeks since this started. Leon has you under him, back against the mattress, legs spread apart. You look a mess, and he loves it. His hands rub your chest, giving your nipple a good squeeze, focusing on moving his hips against you. The way you liked. Oh yeah, Leon Kennedy, in less than two freaking weeks, knows precisely where to hit.

"Shit." He groans, his mouth open with his eyes semi-closed.

He looks sinful. If there was ever some God of sex around or a demon, Leon would be one of his forms used to seduce people. And he is trembling, shaking, panting because of you.

"Leon."

You must remind him to bring himself back and stop teasing you. He looks at you, and his blue eyes darken.

"What do you want? What do you need? You gotta tell me."

Oh, Leon, you think smiling. Still naive about whom exactly was in control there. He forgets sometimes you are as trained as he is. Taking him by surprise, you shift positions, sitting on top of him. Leon's dick goes further inside you, making you both groan.

"You forget Leon, I don't have much patience."

You watch as Leon Kennedy simply collapses in front of your eyes. It had been like this every night you had been together, Leon's expression changing to pure bliss. You think it was nice seeing him like this as you gently grab his face.

"Come on, you know what to do by now."

Leon licks his lips, moaning your name. He raises his hips up with ease, starting to meet your thrusts. You smile, victorious. After you both cum, bodies trembling, you can feel Leon examining your face as his warm hand rubs your cheek gently.

"We could do this if you still want me."

It is adorable how unsure he is still with himself, although his dick was buried deep inside you. As if you hadn't been banging your brains like crazy those last two weeks. But it is the first time he has been truly open.

You lick your lips, whispering.

"I know you aren't mine yet, but..."

"I want to be."

You look into his eyes, looking for any trace of insecurity from Leon. There was none, just the heavy stare of his confession. Leon reminded you of a younger version of himself, one you saw in a picture, his big blue eyes anxious and his face watching you. You knew you were in danger territory now: Leon was letting you in. 

"We could do this" Your voice sounds vulnerable and different from earlier. More emotional "It will be slow. We will take our time. No rush."

"Yes."

Leon Kennedy opens a smile that has you hide your face on his neck. You want more, much more, but for now, this is enough.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy fanfics #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy imagines #i seriously 100% hope i made justice to my queen fka twigs #CAUSE THIS SONG IS NOT TOO BE MESSED WITH

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I just threw out the love of my dreams

Chuuya x reader

This one won the pole! So here it is, expect that Aku and Atsu threesome soon, don’t worry:3

Contains: afab reader, they/them prns, makeup sex, Chuuya spoils you after an argument, porn with plot, but the plot is just buildup for smut, foreplay, Chuuya calls reader pretty + darling + doll, face sitting/riding/oral (reader receiving), slight hair pulling, overstim, brief dry humping, Chuuya’s needy and vocal, squirting, creampie & belly bulge BUT I don’t explicitly mention either of them, reader is wearing a dress, proofread, aftercare

Chuuya considered himself an angry person. Things can easily tick him off, but he’s learned how to manage his anger pretty well when it comes to you. He would shut his lips whenever he felt like making a snide remark because he had a particularly bad day, and whenever things did slip, he’d apologize right afterwards.

This, however, was not one of those times.

He wasn’t even mad at you, you were just..there, and you wouldn’t stop asking him how his day was. He was really mad at Dazai, who he had happened to run into in town, and Dazai just wouldn’t leave Chuuya alone. He wouldn’t quit teasing him about his height, ‘ugly’ hats, and so on. It was mainly just light teasing though, so he decided to be the bigger person and just grumble and walk away. It clearly left Dazai dumbfounded, as he had never met a Chuuya who turned the other cheek. It stunned him, and that did uplift Chuuya’s mood a little. That was until Ougai interrupted his wonderful shopping and forced him into a mission, when he was off the clock. Ougai was claiming that times have been tight, and he needs more help than usual, but considering the type of person Ougai is, Chuuya was suspicious that the boss was just giving him more work because he knew Chuuya was in a long term relationship, and he wanted to make life as hard on Chuuya as physically possible.

The mission in of itself was fairly simple, trick some cops into thinking that the Port Mafia had absolutely nothing to do with a case (they had everything to do with the case), and considering how good of an actor Chuuya is, he was the prime candidate.

Many cops are corrupt and just want to close a case as soon as possible, so Chuuya assumed he wouldn’t need to put on a very convincing performance, but he was gravely mistaken by a certain cop. She was extremely observant, and clearly well respected in her profession. She wanted to do this thing called ‘actually getting to the bottom of the case’, and while that is a respectful ideology, it made his work so much harder than it had to be.

All that Chuuya really wanted to do was go home to you, have sex, hang out, and go to bed. But clearly he was going to have to push that schedule back.

He ultimately managed to get the cop to believe him, and he went on with his day. Briefly reporting to the boss, and going home on his motorcycle. He was just dreaming about going home and holding you close after such a long day, but he fucked that all up.

It really wasn’t your fault, but he couldn’t help but get annoyed.

“Chuu, how was it? How’d shopping go?”

You were met with silence. You assumed he didn’t hear you.

“Uhh..Chuuuyaaa how was your day?”

Chuuya grumbled, not really saying anything. Keep it in, he thought to himself. It isn’t their fault. You heard his grumble, tilting your head, attempting to grab Chuuya’s hand as he walked to your joint bedroom.

“Chuuya? What’s wrong?” You questioned.

“Leave me alone..”

“Why?”

Chuuya took a deep breath in, “please. Just leave me. the fuck. alone. I don’t wanna talk about it.”He raised his voice. “You’re being so annoying right now.”

He never did that. He’d leave a snide remark here and there, sure, but it was always apologized for pretty much the second it left his mouth.

You pulled your hand away, freezing for a few moments. You waited for an apology. He always gave you an apology.

He didn’t apologize.

You shook your head, coming back to your senses. Chuuya noticed you grabbing some shoes and a coat, then your keys. What Chuuya had done finally settled in his mind, and he grabbed your wrist. He was sufficiently stronger than you, so he did manage to hold you in place, until you jerked your arm away and headed towards the door of the lovely penthouse you two were staying in.

“Doll, I’m sorry—I don’t know why I said that!”

You kept quiet. You could feel tears bubbling at your eyes, making it hard to see as you fidgeted with your keys to find the one to the front door. You finally did, walking outside and to the elevator that took you downstairs. Chuuya followed you out, trying to convince you to talk it out. You two rarely argued, but when you did you always had a problem with running away instead of talking it out. Chuuya tried to understand it from your perspective. You shut the elevator doors on him, effectively shutting him out. Considering his powers, he could probably do something to mess with the elevator doors and make them come back up, but Chuuya didn’t want to force you to be around him when you clearly wanted space. He instead shamefully walked back to the front door, walking in and leaning against the door as he broke into a cold sweat.

He really just did that.

Chuuya looked next to him, and noticed your phone sitting on the side table next to the front door. He had no way of contacting you either.

You needed space, you’d come back in a few hours. He knew you would.

10:24 pm. It was 10:24 pm and there was still no sign of you. Every time he heard a car passing by he’d jump up and check the window to see if it was you, and it never was. He was seriously worried, after all, you had no phone and he had no other way of figuring out where you were or if you were in trouble. To make things worse, he knew you didn’t tell anyone where you were going. You never did. Anytime you were upset you were gone before anyone could even ask where you were going, and it was really biting him in the ass.

He wanted to give you space, but he was seriously worried, so he decided to get onto his motorcycle and bring his extra helmet with him. He didn’t know where you were going, but he had a pretty good idea.

You really fucked up. You would always go places without telling anyone, especially when you were sad, and now you were seriously regretting it. You had realized you’d forgotten your phone a while ago, and you had driven to a dirt road in the woods, one you always went to when you were bored, or upset, or honestly just because you could. You ultimately came here because you wanted to get away from everyone for a little bit, only to realize you were completely out of gas and parking on the side of the road. You had absolutely zero gas left anywhere.

You would consider walking down the road until you found somewhere to go, but it was currently dark out and you knew it would be rash to walk in the middle of the woods in a short dress with no phone or car, or even a map. If only you’d just stayed home.

Your car door was locked tight, scared of what might happen if it wasn’t. You simply sat in the drivers side, sort of dumbfounded. What the hell were you gonna do? You took a deep breath in, okay, to start, let’s move to the back seat and lay down so no one sees you in the car. Then, sit and wait till someone gets you?

‘God I really dug your own grave with this one,” was all you could think. Your own mistake bounced around your head on repeat, regret filling your veins

You couldn’t help but think of Chuuya. You missed him so badly, and even if you were still a little hurt by his outburst, you would kill to just be home with him again. You couldn’t help but think of what you’d do with Chuuya once you got home. You’d hold him close, cradle his face, kiss him and feel him up.

You were distracted from your thoughts from hearing a motorcycle driving up behind you, and you couldn’t help but perk up praying it was Chuuya. You expected it to be a pipe dream, but you noticed the motorcycle slowing down, and it was definitely his. He parked it in front of your car, before walking back and you scrambled to the front seat to unlock the doors. He opened the door and placed his helmet in the back seat, barely having enough time to move his hands back before you moved yourself over the center console and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“I was so scared I was gonna have to stay the night here..”

“I’d never let that happen.”

“How did you find me anyways?”

“I remember you saying something or other about this mountain being a nice place to relax. It was just a lucky guess.”

Chuuya couldn’t help but chuckle at the way you nestled your face in his jacket, and he raked his hands through your hair. He held your head in place to help calm you down.

“Listen..I’m so sorry for what I said..it was an asshole move.” Chuuya grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back, kissing you on the cheek quickly before pulling away.

“It’s fine..just don’t do it again.” You said, looking away from him.

“Is that it?” Chuuya questioned.

“What do you mean?”

“Well..I caused all this, why forgive me right away?”

You shook your head.

“What, do you expect me to ask you to get on your knees and grovel at my feet?” You poked his cheek and looked at him with a grin.

“Well, no but..”

“Listen, Chuuya, you apologized, and that’s enough. Just make an effort to not do it again.”

Chuuya nodded, before getting a sly expression.

“Well..I should still try and say sorry for what I did, right? Should I spoil you once we get home?” Chuuya’s question had undeniable flirty undertones, and you couldn’t help but heat up at his insinuation.

“Well? Should l?”

You looked right at Chuuya.

“Of course you can. But..” you trailed off.

“What is it?”

You looked at Chuuya with a dumb look. How does he not know?

“Well my car is out of gas and I don’t really wanna leave it here overnight..”

Chuuya giggled, looking overly confident. What bullshit was he gonna stir up now?

“I think you’ve forgotten I can control gravity.”

You laughed at what he was insinuating and how proud he looked at his rebuttal.

“Alright but you better not drop my car!”

Chuuya nodded, chuckling and leading you to his motorcycle.

Luckily, Chuuya didn’t drop your car. You honestly didn’t know how he managed to hide it from everyone and drive his motorcycle at the same time, but he is a man of many talents.

Once you and Chuuya arrived at your shared penthouse, he entered the elevator and picked you up bridal style and carried you inside of your house, and once you entered the door you pushed Chuuya up against the door. Chuuya looked taken aback at your bold move, but he quickly melted into the kiss and let you wrap your arms around his waist. As much as Chuuya loved how you pressed him against the door and yourself against him, he wanted to pamper you today, and he couldn’t really do that like this. He gripped your arms and spun until you were pressed against the door instead, and he leaned back in to keep kissing your lips. He pressed his knee into your crotch while trailing down to kiss you on your neck, and settling atop your chest, kissing and licking your exposed skin.

Chuuya kept one hand on the side of your head and the other slowly crept up your shirt, until he made contact with your bra and reached behind your back to undo the bra strap. Once your bra was undone, he brought both of his hands down to lift your shirt up and over your frame. He was still kissing you, running his hands over your chest and pulling and twisting over your nipples. You gently moaned into the kiss, wrapping your legs around his waist. The new position gave Chuuya more power, so he relentlessly pressed you into the wall and kissed you even deeper, reaching his hand down into your shorts to rub short circles into your clit.

You moaned louder into his mouth, and Chuuya finally decided that was enough and carried you over to the bed and sat down on it with your legs still wrapped around him. He moaned at the way you tugged on his hair when he gently bit down on your nipple.

Chuuya removed your shorts and underwear by hooking his finger on them, adoring the way you kicked them off of your legs. You reached down to unbutton his vest, and he sat up to pull his jacket and vest off in one go. He reached up and unbuttoned his white button up shirt, letting it sit on him like a jacket.

Chuuya laid back, gripping your ass and trying to push you up.

“You wanna sit on my face?”

Your eyes widened, before turning away embarrassed.

“What’s the hold up?” Chuuya asked.

“Well it’s a little embarrassing,”

“It’s not like we haven’t done it before.”

You swallowed thickly, “and every time it’s embarrassing.”

Chuuya smiled, rubbing circles into your thighs to calm you down.

“You’re so pretty, especially when your pretty cunt is all over my face.”

You would’ve been more worrisome, but ever since you got home you’d been desperate. Chuuya was so good with his tongue, you couldn’t help but fantasize and subconsciously lift yourself up and over his face.

“There you go,” Chuuya praised.

You hovered over Chuuya’s face, and Chuuya was running out of patience. He gripped your thighs to bring you closer to him, and once his tongue made contact with your cunt you saw stars. You shamelessly ground yourself onto his tongue, as Chuuya guided you back and forth on his face, rocking you back and forth. Chuuya loved the small moans that left your mouth.

“Mmnn..Chuu..”

“Hm?” Chuuya hummed from under you.

“Feels good..” you mumbled; Chuuya chuckled. He kept licking your clit to the best of his abilities, proving to be slightly difficult as you rocked yourself against his face. Chuuya loved your desperacy, but he wanted to please you himself. He felt awful about what he said to you earlier, and all he wanted was to was fuck you so good all the crying and negative thoughts swirling through your head from his unkind words would be completely forgotten, and instead replaced with pleasure. He gripped your thighs tight enough to keep you in place, using the opportunity to swirl his tongue around your clit. He loved how your thighs tightened around his head.

Chuuya was practically drooling at the taste of your cunt, small amounts of saliva dribbling around the corner of his mouth. He licked a stripe up your cunt, moaning at your taste.

“So good..” Chuuya mumbled, voice muffled by your thighs.

Chuuya reached his tongue up to your hole, licking around it before slowly pushing his tongue inside. You jumped at his actions, grinding your cunt onto his face. You feared you may hurt him if you kept at it, but the feeling was so addicting you couldn’t stop.

Chuuya’s tongue was as deep inside you as it could go, thrusting his tongue desperately. You tasted amazing, your sensitivity was alluring, you looked amazing above him.

How had he ever said those terrible things to you?

You grinding yourself into Chuuya’s mouth eventually evolved into you just riding his face. His nose swirled your clit as you humped on him, and your legs started shaking even more as you gripped the bedsheets and Chuuya’s hair. Chuuya was barely even moving his mouth at this point, as you were doing most of the work for yourself. Chuuya wanted to do all of the work, but he let it slide because he could tell how good it felt.

“Chuuya, ‘m cumming!” You yelped out. Chuuya couldn’t help but reach his hand down to touch his raging hard on. He rubbed on it, causing small whimpers to leave his mouth, the vibrations sending you over the edge and making you cum with a cry. Your cum dripped down onto his face, and he had no shame in licking it up. Still leaning over his face, he would lick your sensitive cunt while cleaning up your cum, and he would always twitch at your overstimulated cries. He couldn’t help it anymore, he shamelessly began to tug his pants down while you were still lingering above him and catching your breath. He tugged his pants and boxers down until there was just enough room for his cock, and he began pumping himself desperately.

“You taste so good..I can’t help it..” he said. His voice had a tinge of regret in it, and you could tell he was sitting in shame from what he said to you.

You lifted yourself off of Chuuya on shaky thighs, and Chuuya gripped your thighs to help you gently lift yourself off of him. You fell to Chuuya’s side, lifting yourself to lay your face next to him. You rested your hand in his hair, ruffling it.

“I’m sorry for being such an asshole earlier.” Chuuya grumbled, not towards you but himself. He still couldn’t get over how dumb he was. What was the point in insulting you? Why did he say those things? Why would he ever say anything to hurt you when you’ve never shown him anything but kindness? You’re so patient with him, he can’t even imagine why he would ever hurt you, even if it was a fit of anger.

“Don’t freak out, Chuuya. It’s fine now. I know you’re sorry.”

“Even if you forgive me, let me treat you good. Make you forget all those things I said.” Chuuya said as he turned over to you and leaned above you, towering over you with his hands on either side of your face. Chuuya currently had his pants and boxers pulled down to his mid thigh, and you giggled when his legs faltered from above you because of the lack of space. Chuuya noticed this and reddened a little bit, pulling his pants the rest of the way down. With this he took his white button up off the rest of the way, leaving himself completely naked. He straddled your hips so he could lean down and kiss and nibble on your neck, and you giggled as he prodded into your thigh.

Chuuya brought his hand down to rub circles on your clit, and you jumped at the overstimulation. He ground himself against your leg as he slowly pushed two of his fingers past your tight hole. Pulling his fingers apart to scissor and stretch you out as preparation. You felt dizzy, partially from crying in your car earlier but also from his actions. He slowly pushed a third finger inside, and you groaned at the stretch. The burn was slight, but you couldn’t even think about that as you thrust your hips up and down on his hand. His fingers were so nice. They were pretty and long and had little scars spread sporadically across them from what you presumed were past battles, leaving some spots white in comparison to the rest of his skin.

He leaned down, his chest flush with yours as he panted into your neck. He would occasionally suck on the side of your neck until it turned purple, keeping a firm grip on your hair in the process. Chuuya’s cock was throbbing, and he couldn’t help himself from grinding himself down on your thigh here and there.

“Pretty..”

Chuuya has decided that he had stretched you out plenty, so he slowly pulled his fingers out and licked them clean as you stared at him in awe. Chuuya lifted himself from your thigh, twitching at the warm feeling of your pussy as he slowly pushed himself inside. He only had the tip, but it was more than enough for him to whimper slightly. He wasn’t typically this sensitive, but after everything that happened today, he was pitifully needy. He needed to feel you around him and taste you on his tongue, and so much more. He had to make up for everything he did.

Chuuya slowly pushed himself past your tight entrance, throwing his head back as you clenched around him. It was strange to see him so needy, but it certainly wasn’t bad. It was foreign but comfortable despite it. He finally reached the hilt, and he almost immediately started pulsing and twitching inside of you. Chuuya sat there for a few moments, waiting for you to adjust, before you whined and started thrusting your hips yourself.

“Please move..Chuuya..”

Chuuya wanted to let you get comfortable, but you clearly had other plans, and who was he to deny you what you wanted? Tonight was all about you. Chuuya gripped your hips, holding you in place.

“Let me do all the work, darling.”

Chuuya slowly pulled out to the tip, snapping his hips back in place. You yelped, moving your hands up to hold his shoulders to get some sense of stability, but you ended up digging your nails into his shoulders to help ground yourself. Chuuya could feel the sting as his shoulders turned white where your nails were, but he loved it. The sting felt so good, almost deserved. Even if you didn’t do it with any malicious intent, or do it for some revenge plan, it helped him to feel somewhat even with you. Not to mention, it just felt really good.

Chuuya kept thrusting into you relentlessly. After getting some semblance of self control, he started aiming himself towards your g-spot, which he knew by heart. He knew exactly where it was and how you liked to have it touched, and once he quickly found it, he started targeting that spot without stopping. It was, for lack of a better word, overstimulating. You pulled Chuuya down towards your face, wanting to hold him close. You removed one of his hands from your hips and entangled it with your fingers, holding his hand as it rested next to your head. Chuuya loved the feeling, moving his other hand from your hip as well. He held your hands above your head, leaving you to arch your back up into him. You reached your head up just enough to make contact with his lips, and he pushed your head down into the mattress, kissing you deeply. His tongue danced along yours.

He moved his lips to barely hover over yours, moving his dominant hand down to press on your stomach.

“You like that, pretty? Like how deep you can feel me?”

You whimpered and nodded your head, moving your now free hand to tangle in his hair. Chuuya trailed his hand down to brush over your stomach and eventually your clit, rubbing circles on it. You cried into Chuuya’s mouth, the sound muffled. You moved your hand down to his back, holding him in place.

“Keep going, ‘m close..”

Chuuya kept his pace, his legs never faltering. He rubbed circles on your clit with excellency. You always wondered how he had gotten so experienced despite his lack of free time. You kept holding Chuuya in place, pulling him to lay flush with your stomach. His lips still lingered over yours, and you tightened around him and came with a loud moan. What you didn’t realize, however, was that you had squirted, drenching his entire lower abdomen in your cum. Chuuya’s eyes widened at this. Chuuya lifted himself up and looked down to where your bodies met. He smirked at the sight, and when he looked up and saw your embarrassed face he grinned, kissing your temple.

Chuuya could feel himself twitching inside of you. He was right on the edge. He was so close, and it was making him feel emotional.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I called you annoying.”

Chuuya was teetering so close to the edge, and the way you held him close only made it worse. He was feeling so many conflicted emotions, he couldn’t help it.

“I don’t know why I told you to leave me alone, I don’t know what I’d do if you really did.” Chuuya cut himself off, rubbing circles on your clit again. Overstimulated, you shut your eyes and dug them into his neck.

“You being gone for just a few hours was driving me crazy.”

You pulled your head away and brought your hand up to play with Chuuya’s hair.

“It’s alright, Chuu. I know you’re sorry. You don’t have to be mad at yourself forever.” You brushed your fingers through Chuuya’s hair, curling his hair around your finger in a perfect manner. “I’m not even mad at you anymore.” As you spoke, Chuuya was slowing down his movements and he came. You forgave him, and he could rest easy. The confirmation slowed his heart rate down, his body slowing down as well before eventually leading to a halt. He kissed your collarbones and nipples before pulling out of you. Chuuya flipped your positions so you could rest above him, burying your face in his neck as your legs intertwined. Chuuya smiled when you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He rubbed gentle circles on your hips to help soothe what he could only assume was sore, before lifting you up and carrying you to the bathroom.

“You did so good for me,” Chuuya whispered right in your ear as he carried you, placing you inside the bathtub.

“‘M sorry..” Chuuya mumbled yet again, clearly a little ashamed.

You didn’t respond, instead gripping his arm to pull him into the bath with you. Chuuya landed on top of you and you giggled. All he could have hoped for is that you’d forgive him, and it seemed like you did.

Wc - 4.3k

When Chuuya pinned reader to the wall, all I could think about was how he’d have to be on his tippy toes to kiss me bc I’m so much taller than him😭 he’s so cute :’)

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[y-umiko]

Hello!! May I request tokyo revengers characters reacting to reader still feeling the guilt of their past toxic friendship, even though the reader left the person due to their toxic behaviour they still feel somehow sad and guilty about themselves when they went through all that manipulation. I don't know if you listen to Melanie Martinez's new album Portals but the song EVIL explains it all. Could you do characters like Mitsuya, Chifuyu and Mikey and if you want to a character by your wish? I hope you're doing well and I'd appreciate it if you do my request. Thank you :)

TOKYOREV BOYS WHEN YOU RUN INTO YOUR TOXIC FRIEND

CHARACTER(S): Mitsuya . Chifuyu . Mikey WARNING/S: toxic friends A/n: I slightly change the request, sorry. I hope you like it.

Mitsuya

Waiting patiently in front of the cinema for Mitsuya who presented to bring tickets. a familiar voice called out to you.

"oh? If isn't Y/n? watching a movie alone?" the familiar voice said causing you to turn around and sure enough, it was who you thought it was.

the certain friend who you've been avoiding for some time. you slightly grimaced but quickly put up a somewhat uncomfortable smile, not wanting to be rude. "no…I'm with my boyfriend"

"What?" she gasped, eyeing you down from head to toe before a snicker left her lips, "wearing that? you can't be serious"

suddenly, you were conscious of what you wearing but decided not to take it to heart. knowing how toxic this friend was, the days you let yourself be deceived by her sugar-coated but toxic words are over.

"I don't care I didn't wear this for you or for anyone else for that matter"

your ex-friend seemed to be taken aback, since when did you talk back to her? "I'm just saying this as a friend, but your outfit is kind of ugly" she spat.

unconsciously, your fingers fisted into a fist trying to control yourself and not let her words get to you. not anymore. however, the presence next to you calmed you down, Mitsuya taking your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours putting you back in place.

"I think she looks pretty" he casually smiled at your friend before turning to the side to look at you. a soft expression on his face, "she always looked pretty whatever she wore"

"I'm sorry, okay? it was just a joke you don't have to take it seriously" your ex-friend quickly replied, trying to wave it off with a fake smile. but despite all that Mitsuya knew better.

"It doesn't sounds like a joke to me"

"tsk, whatever, see you around y/n", she scoffed. "you're not seeing her again", Mitsuya remarked as you two watched her retreating figure.

despite the warmth on your chest, the feeling of guilt consumed you, suddenly ending a friendship built over the years (If you ever call that friendship), was not easy.

squeezing Mitsuya's hands, you turned towards him who was already giving you his full undivided attention. "Maybe I was being mean? should I text her an apology"

he was wearing his familiar smile as he ruffle your hair affectionally, "You have nothing to apologize for, and I meant what I said about you looking pretty every time, so don't let her words get to you"

his words making you smile wider, "how did I get so lucky with you" you mumbled, your sincerity making him flush as he brought up his other hand to the back of his head and scratched it hastilly while the tips of his ears were clearly red.

Chifuyu

You were waiting for Chifuyu at the school gate, when you felt arms drape over your shoulder, your heart quickly sinking to your stomach realizing there was only one person who casually do that.

"yo y/n! Are you free?" he cheerfully greeted right behind you. you quickly shrug his hold on you, thankfully he let you as you take a step back, putting distance between you two. which he should have understood right away but as usual your friend has no respect for personal space as he also took a step towards you.

"I'm waiting for my boyfriend", you replied, fingers gripping hard on the strap of your bag. silently hoping he leaves you alone already.

"oh that's great, ditch him and hang out with me, I'll introduce you to my other friends" he casually said with a smile on his face like it wasn't a cruel thing to do. your chest suddenly tightening,

remembering how you ditched your other friends for him, remembering how he guilt-tripped you every time you refused. but now is different, you won't let him manipulate you anymore.

"I can't just ditch my boyfriend" you voiced out, merely above a whisper as you avoid his eyes.

"oh come on, You never want to see me anymore, you spend all your time with that boyfriend of yours" he whined, faking getting hurt as if he does miss you and you hated how it slightly tugged at your heart string.

you gritted your teeth in annoyance, "At least he does remember me, you only remember me when you need me for something or when you're bored, friends are not supposed to be like that"

however, instead of an apology you were expecting like the friend you thought he was, he sneered at you, "You don't get it, do you? I'm doing you a favor, you see, nobody's sane enough to hang out with you all the time, you're intolerable, give your man some space"

"speak for yourself"

a sudden voice interrupted as suddenly there was a distance between you and your friend, Chifuyu placed himself between you and your friend, protectively pulling you behind him. a glare in his eyes, "It's rude to force someone to come with you when they clearly don't want to"

"I'm not forcing her, I'm just saying friends should spend some time from time to time," he remarked but his previous smile was already gone, he was more on guard the moment Chifuyu arrived. Chifuyu glanced at you as if asking you if you wanted to go with your friend, you didn't need to shake your head no for him to know you have no intention of going.

"suit yourself" your friend sneered as he backed away tauntingly out of sight. not wanting to piss off Chifuyu who clearly has a reputation throughout the school.

"Are you okay?" Chifuyu spoke first thing. not missing your furrowed eyebrows. already knowing you were feeling guilty for dismissing your long-term friend just like that. Chifuyu took hold of your hands for reassurance, smiling at you like he always does. "sometimes it's better to let some friends go"

"I mean, we've been friends for so long maybe I'm -"

"- clearly not at fault, unless he apologizes and changes for the better, friends like that are better to be discarded" he cut you off, before linking his arms around yours and leading you both out of the school.

"Besides, he doesn't know shit, I like spending time with you, I don't need space, so give me all the time you can"

silence take over you, overwhelmed at the love he was giving, as you watched a blush creeping on his cheeks before he looked away, mumbling incoherent things, quickly explaining his side, but none of that mattered as you smile at your intertwined fingers.

Mikey

"Y/n! I've been looking all over for you"

one minute you were walking and the next thing you knew, your friend was running towards you, stopping right in front of you.

"you weren't answering your phone" he pouted, trying to catch his breath from running all over the school looking for you. while you hesitated but asked him anyway.

"do you need something?"

"yeah you see, I have a history assignment due tomorrow and I haven't one single clue how to do it, I was hoping you could help me?" he pleaded, and normally, on any day you would have said yes in a heartbeat because that's what friends do right?

helping each other with assignments, yes, but not doing the others' assignments. your heart sank at the thought, a part of you hoping that wasn't the case for your long-time friend but here he was again proving you wrong all over again.

"I'm actually busy with my other classes" you declined butt your friend was persuasive, already taking out his notebooks and textbook from his backpack, as if he didn't hear any of your words.

"help a friend will ya? you know if I haven't been busy helping my parents I would have done it, but I was just so busy lately It slip my mind" he pushed, handing his notebook and textbook to you which you refused to take.

"y/n, you're taking so long" a familiar voice whined as you felt arms wrapped around your waist, a blond hair on your peripheral view as Mikey rest his chin on your shoulder. "Mikey? what are you doing here?" you gasp in surprise because mainly, Mikey is from another school.

"I've been waiting outside for so long, I miss you" he pouted before his eyes travel to your friend. "who are you?"

"ah you must be y/n's boyfriend, I'm (f/n), I'm her friend" Mikey stared at him as if his name was familiar before he realize who he was. "ah! you're the one who keeps making Y/n do his own homework!"

you and your friend were surprised, to say the least at the sudden outburst of Mikey, who let go of his hold on you, placed himself in front of you, and looked up at your friend who was inches taller than him. "because of you y/n has to do extra homework taking the time that's supposed to be mine. you're a Minnie! even ken-chin doesn't do my homework for me, do your homework!" Mikey angrily burst out, while you only watch in amazement, as if he took the words out of your mouth to say to your friend.

"I-I see, I guess I'll do it tonight" Your friend Shurg, flustered at the turn of events as he left confused. but soon guilt overwhelms you, guilt for turning down a friend, thinking if it could have proceeded differently.

"but would he be okay? he's not the best at history, should have I helped him anyway?" you muttered worriedly while Mikey only huffed.

"friends shouldn't do each other's homework, or that's what Ken-chin always said. he always makes you do his homework, that's now how friends are for, you're like a lackey!"

stifling a laugh you linked your arms with Mikey, kissing his cheek and dragging him away from the school, "I didn't know you could be cool in a different way"

he simply tilts his head in confusion while you bite back a chuckle at his obliviousness, "Well, that's one less homework to do"

"but you'll help me with mine right?" he muttered, a slight worry in his eyes. knowing Draken had already given up helping him with his homework.

"as long as you don't fall asleep"

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[allocnddits]

Hey I don't know if your request are open but...

Could you do max/fem reader ft oscar or lando

Not a pre existing throuple but def Poly in the end.

Coming back from the club from celebrating his win with the other drivers. *You can pick which other drivers are in the van.)She was dancing and teasing him all night in her little black dress. He wasnt the onky one that noticed. she gives him head in the back of the party van.

Tipsy/drunk max = horny max = cuddly max

I really want to see max not caring at all if someone (the other drivers) notice what they are doing he has no chill. If someone saw he'd be like mind your business and it's clearly why they always sit in the back when on group outings. Other are so used to it but like maybe oscar or lando not used to the dynamic blushing when they see.

Drunk chatter, music no one notices or maybe they do.

Maybe the back is a 3 sitter and he's sitting next to them falling asleep or not feeling too good. He's not used to partying as hard. They bring him back to the hotel. Pisatri cant find his bedroom keys so they take him with. Max is a bit more sober now puts oscar to bed and his gf next. cuddles in bed while she praises him for his win. he fingers her while holding hands with a cuddly oscar.

In the morning maybe they find out oscar wasnt asleep in the bed when it went down and hes like well that was hot let's do it again.

Hey, this is a little different and definitely shorter. I might make this into an actual one shot someday but here’s the drabble.

Japan 2023.

Your boyfriend’s 13th win of the season and Oscar Piastri’s first podium in formula one. You had to celebrate.

You landed in a club that someone suggested was good, the word spread out and there you were with all of your boyfriend’s coworkers. Already a little tipsy you decided to take the dance floor, your hips loosening to the rhythm of the foreign music. Max’s eyes were on you the entire time, but so were the brown pair that watched from afar. Max was going feral in his seat, watching and cussing himself for agreeing to go out when all he really wanted was to have you spread out and begging for him.

When he finished his second drink he got up from the seat and made his way to you. His crotch meeting the curve of your ass as his hand pulled you closer by the waist and your head dropped on his shoulder. His thoughts had gotten the best of him for the last couple of minutes and made his blood rush down his body. You felt the slight erection poking at your back as he danced with you for a bit.

“You feel that, right?” you nodded “C’mere” he guided you away from the dance floor, pulling you through the people till he reached the bathroom. He looked to make sure the stalls were empty before taking off his jacket and throwing it on the floor in front of his feet. “C’mon, schat, you know what to do.”

You kneeled in front of him, hands immediately undoing his belt and his jeans. You kissed his growing shaft through his underwear, nails hooking under the band and pulling down slowly. Max didn’t mind that you were taking your time, he loved to watch you on your knees anyway, so he ran a hand through your hair sweetly as you pulled him out of his pants. You kissed and licked his tip before letting your jaw fall open to take him in. Your mouth stretched when you got to the base, your hands met his hips to pull away slightly when he touched the back of your throat.

Max’s eyes now watched you impatiently so you looked up at him as you flattened your tongue and relaxed your throat, a slight tap on his thigh letting him know what to do. His fingers tangled into your hair and pushed your head forward, slowly picking up his movements till he was fucking your mouth. You took everything you could, trying not to gag but he was too big for you, his moves had you chocking around him every couple minutes, your tipsy self not being able to keep up with all you told your body to do.

“You can do it yourself, then, schat. Careful” he told you, holding your face by the chin and tapping your lips with his cock.

You nodded and placed your hands back at his base, twisting and pumping as you took him to your mouth. Your tongue worked around his head and on his underside every time you pulled away.

He had started to let out moans by the time Oscar opened the door. None of you noticed at first, Max too distracted with your mouth and you had your back turned to the entrance. Oscar just stood at the door, watching the way your head bobbed and imagining how fucking warm it must feel. When max’s eyes caught him he was gone, there was no way he could defend himself, it was clear that he had been there a while, the bulge in his pants being a dead give away.

“Fuck, baby, put on a show, we got a crowd” he teased.

“I’m sorry, mate, I just wanted to use the bathroom, got distracted. I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t really make up who the voice behind you was but if Max wasn’t bothered then neither were you.

“Not to worry, she doesn’t mind it. Do you, love?” you shook your head with him in your mouth, the move making him groan “Come look” Oscar walked over to you hesitantly but when he saw the way your lips wrapped around Max his blood all rushed down, all rational thinking gone. “She’s pretty, yeah?”

You finally recognized Oscar, the man who stood next to your boyfriend on the podium earlier, as he nodded to max, a blush adorned his face from ear to ear. One of your hands left Max and reached for the leg of the man who stood next to him, eyes looking up to get approval before you proceeded. He gave you a nod and you looked up at Oscar waiting on his own approval, after earning it your hand traveled further up. You first gave him a squeeze through his jeans and started undoing them, your hand quickly sneaking into his underwear.

“Is this okay?” you asked properly and he nodded again.

He watched closely as your mouth took Max’s cock in again and your right hand wrapped around his own. You matched the movements of your head to your hand, both men getting the best you could give them for a while before you had to concentrate on Max. As soon as he started twitching in your mouth your right hand stopped around Oscar, the one around your boyfriend jerked him as you sucked hardly on his tip. In seconds you had him coming in your mouth.

As usual, you opened your mouth to show Max his cum on your tongue and swallowed it, opening it again so he could see you got it all. The action had Oscar throwing his head against the wall as you kept on pumping him in your hand.

“We can take this back to the hotel if you wanna get finished” Max told him as he did his jeans and belt up.

“Are you sure?” he asked without looking at any of you, his eyes shut tight as you pleasured him.

“Yes, Oscar, we would love to have you.” you confirmed before kissing his tip and letting him go of your grip.

“Okay, then, give me a second and I’ll meet you outside, yeah?”

“Yeah” you whispered softly as Max helped you up and picked up his jacket from the floor

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[ruewrote]

𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑡.

PAIRING: rafe cameron x gn!reader WARNINGS: rude customer, fighting & strong language GENRE: angst to fluff SONG INSPIRATION: wash by bon iver WORD COUNT: 756

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today was certainly not your day.

starting it off by being late for work was of course not ideal, silently hating your boss for making you come in so early after opening.

the catching up wasn't even the worst part of it since you were used to rush hour, but having a new hire fumbling every five minutes didn't really help your patience.

so on top of being late, doing the usual morning rush, having to practically retrain your co-worker everything. your boss decides to be a dick and rush you on your lunch break, not being able to eat half of your sandwich then you were back at it again.

right now you were on your last straw. trying to keep up with some stuck up kooks long ass coffee order.

the sigh of relief you let out after finishing it almost wiped you out, taking so much of your time and concentration. you turned around putting on your best fake smile.

"tiffany!" you announced, eyes scanning the room landing on the short blonde whose nails were aggressively tapping against her phone screen.

"oh that's me!" she giggled as she wobbled forward in her tall heels, grabbing the drink off of the counter and taking a sip of it.

"oh my god who made this is disgusting! this isn't what i asked for."

"excuse me ma'am that was me and i made it exactly how you ordered it." you spoke to her, clenching your teeth praying to the gods that she wouldn't test you.

"hm no it isn't, you wanna try?" she said whilst taking off the lid off the drink to then throw the contents inside in your face, going to leave after doing that.

leaving you stood there in the middle of the jammed shop, everyone silent and looking at you.

you just laughed, tongue pressed to your cheek, tilting your head back as you ripped your apron off, running out of the shop after her.

tiffany clearly didn't hear the hurried footsteps behind her, but she definitely felt you turning and pushing her to the ground. her phone breaking against the concrete.

you dropped to your knees, straddling her hips getting a few punches in. her crying grew louder when you stopped and got off of her.

"i don't give a fuck who you are. respect your retail workers!" you pointed down at her then ran off to your car trying to ignore the fact that everyone had been staring at you.

tears welled up in your eyes as you banged on the door of your boyfriends house, hoping that he'd be in.

you heard the muffled talking getting closer and louder to the door before it opened. revealing an angry rafe on the phone, seeing you made it turn into worry, him ending the call grabbing your hands helping you into his home.

"sweetheart, what happened?" he questioned, but you just fell into his embrace, sobbing so hard against the material of his shirt.

even with you being a sticky mess, he wrapped his arms around you bringing you even closer to him not caring about his clothes, only you.

"shh it's alright, you're okay. i'm here."

after a little while of him holding you rafe brought you to the bathroom, your crying now subsided. he convinced you to stay the night with him as he ran you a bath.

helping you strip yourself of your clothing, holding your hand helping you into the water. leaving you so it could soak off the majority of the dry splotches.

"you wanna tell me what went down, love?" his words soft as he sat himself beside you on the floor of the bathroom.

"i... i don't even know. it all happened so quickly..." you told him everything about your day from the beginning to now. he grabbed a soft sponge and soap, gently grasping one of your arms getting to work on making them clean as he listened.

"so...it sounds like she deserved it." you laughed at that, feeling an invisible weight be lifted off of your shoulders.

"i guess so."

he then moved onto washing your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp making you physically melt into him.

for the rest of your bath you laughed and joked, talking about everything you were gonna do after you were out of the bathroom. almost forgetting what happened.

you were so glad that you had someone as amazing as rafe, knowing that you never had to struggle as long as he was around.

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[fxdizz-y]

GHOST X GEN Z + GN!READER

A/N: Hiii first fanfic on tumblr kinda nervous😣 I'm not going to take request just yet this is all for my cravings💀🙏🙏 I'd love if you teach me scottish slang too!

Pairing: (mainly) Ghost x gn!reader || slight Task Force 141 x gn!reader

C/W: Strong language, age gap, fluff, kinda suggestive flirts, Ghost being a boomer, dark humor, no use of Y/N, your call sign is 'Spring' (the metal one), teasing, not in the same timeline as the game, they simping hard for each other

T/W: unhealthy habits (skin peeling around the nails etc)

(Don't mind the song I just listen to it while writing)

『••✎••』

Your life was dull, nothing seems to made you excited anymore. Don't get you wrong, you have an okay childhood, even though you had force yourself to grow up at some point but you didn't mind all that much.

Not like you ever did, you're that 'nice' kid that let people borrow their belongings and seems to don't hold grudges.

But in truth, you weren't that nice. No, you did hold grudges, the only reason you didn't say anything was because you knew that it'll be pointless to argue and you just over all wasn't a social kid.

When you finally hit off to high school, you instantly realized that it'll be hell.

And you weren't wrong.

You were one of those alt kids that wear band shirts and heavy eyeliners. Admittedly it was kind of fun.. But the bullying just drove you to the edge.

But those were memories in the past.

You're 23 now, fidgeting your fingers and scraping the dead skins on your nails, standing next to a woman with dirty blonde short hair.

Her icy blue eyes stare right ahead of you both. She had introduced herself earlier, her name is Kate Laswell.

You both were waiting for some dude to show up, apparently he's supposed to come and get you so you can officially be in his little group.

After what feels like years, a man finally make his way to you, or more likely, Laswell.

– "Price."

Laswell said, turning towards the man, you took a step behind Laswell, hiding yourself from the taller male.

– "Laswell."

The man greeted, before continue.

– "And where is this rookie?"

'Price' ask, his eyes scanning the room. Laswell scoff and give your back a harsh pat, making you step out of her shadow.

– "Price, this is Spring."

– "What."

Price look at you and back at Laswell, clearly hoping this was some sorts of joke.

Unluckily, Laswell eyes tell the truth.

– "For fuck sake, that's literally an INFANT! "

Price exclaim, gesturing towards you while keeping his eyes on Laswell.

You held yourself back from rolling your eyes, keeping your composure.

– "Where the fuck is your manners? You either take them or have troubles missing a skilled hacker."

Laswell snaps, glaring at Price.

The corner of your lips tug up at that, feeling happy and flustered.

Price groans and turns to you, looking at you up and down, judging you hard.

– "Oh my fuckin.. You know I can't just put a baby with the toddlers, the big boys can be mean sometimes."

– "The baby are the meanest, trust me."

Laswell sigh out, pushing you towards the captain.

Price sigh in defeat, before just nod at Laswell.

– "I'll take them"

He grumble before mentioning you to go outside, which you obeyed.

When you made it outside you wait for the captain, which come after you after a few moment.

He gesture to the car and you sat on the backseat.

He quirk a brow up but didn't question it.

The way to your new base felt like forever, especially when none of you decide to talk. So being you, you hums to yourself to MCR.

You were into your own little world and didn't noticed how Price glance at the mirror sometimes to look at you.

He didn't speak of course, just silently observing and quite enjoy this rather than painful silence.

After quite some time the car park at an unfamiliar base, well to you anyways.

You scrambled out the car and went back to fidgeting your fingers, scrapping and peeling off the skin around the nail etc.

Price glance at you and pat your shoulder, a quiet sign for you to follow.

You follow without hesitation, stuffing your hands in your camo pants pocket and let your eyes wander around the place, taking mental notes on which path leads to where since you figured you'll be staying here for awhile.

Each steps you take only make your excitement grows, something that you haven't felt this strong for ages.

Your eyes sparkle with wonders like a child again and you have a great feeling about this, despite your captain bad first impression.

You both walk into a room and the captain told you that your team would be meeting you when they arrive, so you sit on the small locker and swinging your legs, feeling nervous.

You didn't let your mind wandered for too long when the door swing open and 3 men walks in.

And good grief.

They were huge. And you didn't mean it in the dirty way.

Like literally. Especially the one in the back. Despite being behind the two other men you can clearly tell that he's the tallest and the biggest, his skull mask stands out as his eyes stare right into you, you feel absolutely fucking naked under them.

Price motion for you to get down and as you hop down you could almost feel your knees gave up.

– "Hello sailor.."

You mumbled, eyes glued to the tallest man in the room. You could tell that he's about 6'2" and a half.

Luckily Price didn't heard what you just mumbled and continue on introducing you to the team.

You smile cheapishly at all of them, deciding that it was enough eye candy.

– "Aye Rookie?"

A man with faux haircut call you, whom recently introduced himself as Soap wink at you playfully.

– "Name's Spring, sir."

You said, winking back, returning the energy.

– "What's with the name?"

Gaz ask, patting your back.

– "I can do em big jump, sir!"

You exclaim proudly.

Gaz look at you with mischief in his eyes, despite being older you can already tell this guy means good trouble.

Soap, who's probably the closest to your age sling his arm over your shoulder.

– "How 'bout yer show us hm?"

He said, letting his arm fall from your shoulder.

You nod and looking around, looking for a perfect thing you can jump on.

Before it lands on one and only Lieutenant.

Soap immediately notice and give you an unsure stare, knowing how Ghost hate physical touches.

– "Lieutenant?"

You call out, a fuzzy feeling form on your stomach.

And it explode into thousands butterflies when his eyes snaps to you, before they turns gentle.

It may look like he's glaring down at you but you both know that if you look close enough, you'd see the soft, gentleness in it. As if he's being careful to not scare you away. Or maybe it's your imagination.

You sure hope it's fucking not.

Ghost couldn't even believe it. He doesn't believe in this whole love at first sight deal. Just ridiculous.

And ironic isn't it, Lieutenant?

He wasn't listening to your chit chats before so when a soft voice calls out for him he was surprised.

And he craves more of your voice. He wanna hear you say his name.

And god you're so tiny standing in front of him.

You look so.. So fragile to him.

– "Uhm.. Sir?"

You call out again, slowly placing a hand on his arm, fucking desperate to get his attention back.

You definitely awoken something in him with that.

And you knew it when you can feel him tense up.

Ghost focus back on you again, nodding for you to do whatever you want.

Soap and Gaz was FLABBERGASTED.

L.T being soft? Man they whish they could record this right now.

But that'll be a dead wish.

You jog behind him, before running up to him and jump high. And holy shit.

You didn't lie.

You could almost jump over him.

But you didn't since there wasn't enough space, instead you land on his shoulder.

You would be concern for the neck you could broke but you weren't in your gears so you weren't heavy.

You cheers when you land on him, almost sending him to the floor.

He pause. Unsure how to feel.

#ghost call of duty #ghost riley #mw2 x reader #simon riley #call of duty x reader #x reader #gen z!reader #cod mw22 #call of duty modern warfare #task force 141 #gender neautral reader #Spotify

[madisockz]

Hello! I wanted to share my process of how I made my Easter Pony! She is my second ever custom and she made all the trouble I had with the first one seem like a walk in the park in comparison ಥ_ಥ Let's begin!

DISCLAIMER: Custom ponies like this one are not to be played with by children nor made by children. This pony was made with the use of nail polish remover (acetone) which is toxic. You need to wash your hands throughly after use and use in a well ventilated area. This pony was also made with sharp tools such as an xacto knife, sewing pins, rehairing needles, and an awl.

First, the concept art! Trial and error caused her to look a little different than the concept art but I still love the end result!

I wanted to start with a white base to give myself a clean canvas for dyeing so I got this G3 Breezie off Ebay for only $3. I decided to first remove her mane and tail which requires removing the head. If you know anything about G3 pony customzing, you know their heads are difficult to get back on once they come off. Even when you run them under warm/hot water. So to get it back on for dyeing, I tried trimming a little excess of vinyl off the neck ring with my xacto knife. It slipped and got me right under my nail! Bad omen for what's to come!

After getting her prepped (removing her mane and tail, cleaning her, using acetone (nail polish remover) to remove her cutie mark) she was ready for a dye bath! I used Rit DyeMore as regular Rit Dye won't dye the vinyl material that ponies are made of. This was my first ever time dyeing anything that wasn't fabric so I was thrilled when she came out this warm rich brown! So pretty!

I read online that dyed ponies will leach dye onto other ponies if they touch, so I wanted to try and prevent this as much as possible with some matte sealer. Lesson #1: Even though she was dry, the matte sealer reactivated the dye! The smallest touch left a print! :(

I pushed forward! And tripped immediately after! I thought, "Surely matte Modge Podge will seal her just that much more" and to my dismay, the Modge Podge kept every brush stroke I made when it dried!! She looked like a leather hand bag! ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚ I learned later you can buy matte Modge Podge spray online but all I had was the type you brush on to your surface.

Thankfully, with the help of sixteen cotton balls and a q-tip with acetone, I managed to remove all the sealer but she was no longer that nice rich brown. Oh well I still loved her!

And whoever said the paint will protect the eyes from the dye has clearly never dyed a dark pony! Her eyes were so brown after this lol

Painting, adding of polymer clay easter themed confetti, and adding her 3D chocolate bunny cutie mark went great! It was all going well until the eyes.

I had never fully painted pony eyes before so the first attempt was pretty bad. Not even my multiple attempts at glitter and using clear nail polish as a cheap gloss on the eyes could save them.

It was so bad that I almost didn't take any pictures but when I went to seal her head, this weird white powder covered half of her face?? I had never seen this before and it freaked me out thinking I just ruined her. I managed to get it off with a cotton ball and some acetone but her paint was fully damaged.

Turns out this was caused because I didn't shake the can of sealer well enough. I needed a break....

While I took a break for a few days, I decided to watch tutorials on how to paint doll eyes and learned that it's actually pretty common to use high quality watercolor pencils; either Faber Castell or Derwent (which is what I ended up buying).

When I came back, I made the hard decision of removing all the paint and decorations from the head and starting over. Hours of work gone but it was so worth it! 🩷 Removing the paint with acetone ended up making her head lighter than her body so I had to redye her head lol. This time I mixed Derwent pencils with acrylic paints for her eyes.

Time for the hair! I've never done curls before and my original plan was to buy curly hair online but it's so hard to find in the color and curl size I wanted.

So my second idea was to buy small curlers to use on regular nylon doll hair bought from ShimmerLocks on Etsy. But when I tested them out on poor Flower Bouquet it looked so bad ಥ_ಥ

I discovered a Youtube channel you may know called Dollightful where in one of her Stock Box videos she used yarn that she unraveled to make super cute tight wavy hair for a doll. It was a perfect solution! It looks so good but omg it was tedious haha! I used it for her tail too; sectioning off the colors hoping they'd stay separated (they didn't lol).

She's nearly complete! Time for small decorations! I tried so many different ears from air dry clay to stealing some from bunny decorations I bought at the store and nothing was working! But I had one last idea...

I gave these old Littlest Pet Shop costume bunny ears some use with a flat top sewing pin and some glue so now my pony has bunny ears! Yay!

I forgot it in the concept art, but I originally wanted to add flowers to her mane but I couldn't figure out how to do that without glue which I didn't want to do, too permanent, so I opted for some beads I had on hand. I didn't have any light blue so I made some with the use of acetone (nail polish remover in my case) and boom! Light blue beads! Then I washed them off so the acetone wouldn't damage anything :)

I used a gold topped sewing pin, a butterfly charm, a felt flower and two faux flowers to create a cute hair accessory!

Finally I sewed a hair tie to a puffball to give her a removable cottontail if I ever wanted to take it off.

And DONE! She looks so good after so much time and effort! I worked on this girly for two weeks I think? She actually had a partner I designed but I've run out of time to make her :') Maybe next year? 👀 🩷🩷

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[ador3sturniolo]

Stargirl

An - omg I feel like I haven’t posted in a year what. Okay so earlier this week I went to a hockey game, and something happened while I was there and I wanted to write a fic about it. And I wanted to do Nate because I love Nate, and we need more Nate fics out there asap. And the song has nothing to do with the fic, it was the song I kept playing while writing this 😭

Paring - Nathan Doe X FemReader

Summary - You go to one of Nate’s hockey games

Warnings - Kissing, NOT PROOFREAD

Requested - Nope

ALSO YALL, I FIRST WROTE THIS IN THE BEGINNING OF OCTOBER SO THERE WILL BE HALLOWEEN THEMED THINGS HERE, SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO UPLOAD

I hadn’t realize how late I had slept in until I heard my alarm go off more than 30 times, most of which I had just sleep through. I check the time and see it’s a little past 3. Shit. I had so much to do and had it all planned out. I was to clean my house, get a gift for Nate, go grocery shopping, and decorate for fall. I’ll just eat some food while I’m out but right now, I need to clean up my place. I have u til 6:30 to get everything done on my list. Considering Nate’s game starts at 7.

I clean my house, lighting candles and turning on fairy lights I have setup around my house. I take a quick shower and put on my freshly clean clothes. I do a slick back bun, not trying to do anything fancy. I get into my car and make a quick stop at Starbucks to get a drink. I also did an online order for my favorite lunch place in town so it’s ready for pickup when I get there. I pickup my lunch and eat in my car as I drive to target. I put my Starbucks in the cup holder of my cart and push it too the food section.

I grab my list of food and start putting it in my cart. I decided to grab some cookie dough for me and Nate to back after his game. I go over to the floral section and grab a bag of white, blue, and purple pair and place it in my cart. I’m on my way towards check out when I spot the cutest pair of matching pj sets. There was a vampire, pumpkin, and ghost option. They were all so cute but I decided to get the ghost ones. I check out and go home to eat dinner and decorate.

I decided to make something, quick, easy, and delicious. I play my fall playlist as I grab my last year bin full of pumpkins, signs, pillows and blankets. It only takes me around 30 minutes considering I cleaned earlier. I looked at the time, with not much time left I had to get ready. I put the totes back and head to my room. I put on a pair of leggings and his hockey jersey that he gave me. I take out my hair and do two French braids. I take some face paint type makeup I have and write his number on my cheek.

I put on my shoes and grab his flowers and teddy I bought him earlier that week. I grab a blanket so I don’t get cold at the rink. I drive to the rink in only 10 minutes. I head inside and get a ticket. I’m greeted inside by the triplets. They all look over at me and walk my way.

“Finally, we’ve been waiting for like 5 hours” Nick says rolling his eyes

“Nick, we got here 5 minutes ago-“ Matt chimed in

“Oh hush.” Nick says, crossing his arms, clearly annoyed.

“I’m so excited to watch my boyfriend play!” Chris says clapping his hands. Nick, Matt and I slowly turn towards Chris, giving him a confused look.

“Fine, I can’t wait to watch her boyfriend play” Chris says sarcastically but rolling his eyes.

“That’s what I thought.” I say pushing Chris a little bit jokingly. We all walk to the rink, getting a rush of cold air as the door opens. I could feel goosebumps approaching my skin. I wrap the blanket around my shoulders and sit down with the triplets. We sat and waited for the game to start. It only took a couple scrolls on insta before the players came walking out of the locker room and onto the ice to warmups. It wasn’t hard for me to find him, considering I had his number imprinted into my brain. Before I the warmups ended, I went to the snack bar and got myself a water and chips for me and the triplets. I head back just in time for the game to start. We all stand up and start to cheer, like the rest of the crowd. I only had my eye on one player the whole time. Every time he scored a point and I would jump up and down and scream for him. The three looked at me like I was insane but I didn’t care.

The game was over and Nate’s team won! We all wait for Nate outside of the locker room to finish up, but before he comes out I need to use the restroom. I come back not too long and see the brothers talking to a man I wanted to hug the first I saw him on the ice. He noticed me and started walking towards me. I ran up to him and gave him a hug.

“You did great tonight, I’m so proud of you.” I say giving him a peck on the lips.

“And these are for you.” I handed him the flowers and teddy bear, he then looked up at me with a smile that would make my heart melt.

“Thank you so much baby.” He said as he went to the side of me and wrapped his arm around my waist. He turned back and waved to the brothers as he started to walk with me out of the building. I help him load his things into my car, and we get inside the car after.

“So I had a really fun night planned out for us, but if you don’t want to do it, that’s okay and we can do something else.”

“It’s whatever makes you happy my love” I couldn’t help but blush at his words.

“So, my house is all decorated and I had candles going so it smells really good in there, and the house is clean so a bonus! And I was thinking we could make cookies and watch a movie together? And there’s also a surprise with that.” I say almost out of my seat from how happy I was.

“If that’s what you wanna do.” He says smiling back at me.

“Of course it’s what I want to do, but I wanted to know if u wanted to do it.” I say turning on my car, pulling out of the parking lot.

“I’m okay with anything you want to do.” He says looking out the window. I smile as I continue to drive back to my place. I pull into my driveway and get out of my car.

“Let’s take showers first tho.” I say unlocking my front door. He nods as I unlock the door and walk in. We take off our shoes at the front and walk to my room where my shower is.

“I’ll go first, I’ll be quick.” I say as I start to take out my hair. I hop in the shower and wash my face, get out, and wrap myself in a towel. I walk out into my room and too my closet, telling him it’s his turn on my way. He gets off the small couch I have in my room and head into the bathroom. I quickly get dressed into the pajamas I just bought for us. I sit down at my vanity and start doing my night skincare. I hear the shower turn off and with Nate walking out with the towel around his waist. He points at the pair of clothes on my bed.

“What’s this?”

“It’s yours, to wear! Tonight! To match with me!” I say turning around, show I’m in the matching set. He gives me a sigh but walks with it into the bathroom to get changed. I do a little clap of achievement, as I turn back around to finish my skincare. I hear the bathroom door open and see him walk out, giving me a sigh and looking down in disappointment.

“Hey! You look amazing! Don’t give me that I hate this energy, it’s supposed to be fun!” I say putting all my things away and getting up.

“I feel so weird in this.” He says throwing his hands like a baby

“Why? You look so cute!” I say walking towards him.

“Can I just take the shirt off? It feels tight.” He says scratching his neck

“Not yet! I wanna take a picture” I say grabbing my phone out. His arm wraps around my waist as I put the mode to 0.5x and turn on the flash. We smoosh our heads together doing a kissy face as I take the picture. I look at the picture to make sure it was okay then I put my phone down.

“Okay, let go make some cookies” I say kissing his cheek and walking out of my room. He follows close behind me. I grab a pack a Pillsbury cookies from the fridge and preheat the oven.

“How about you put on 6, and I put on 6” I say grabbing a tray from my cabinet.

“Good with me” He says giving me a smile

“Can I take my shirt off now?” He says whining

“Fine, Stop acting like a baby” I say as I start to put on my cookies.

We both finish putting on our cookies and put them in the oven. I walk over to my couch and turn on the tv.

“What would you like to watch?” I say looking up at him.

“I don’t know, you pick.” He says sitting down next to me

“Mhm, Corpse Bride? The Nightmare Before Christmas?” I say leaning back and laying my head on his chest

“Corpse Bride, The Nightmare Before Christmas is a Christmas movie.”

“No it’s not!” I say as I scoff

“It is tho!”

I shake my head and get up to go take the cookies out. I put them on a plate and organize them in a cute way. I bring the plate to the couch along with a blanket.

“Hold the plate while I put the blanket on us.” I say handing him the plate. I sit down, covering our legs and a little bit of my waist. He sets the plate down on the blanket.

“Do you like tonight?” I say putting my head on him again.

“Of course” He says kissing my head. I smile in happiness that I was able to make tonight special.

“I love you” I say lifting my head up.

“I love you more” He says giving me a peck on my lips

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An - OML I AM SO SORRY ML FOR NOT POSTING FOR A MONTH. I KNOW THIS ONE IS BAD BUT I FELT LIKE I NEEDED TO POST SOMETHING OR I CANT FUNCTION RIGHT SO HERE IS THIS 🫶🏼

#nathan doe #nate doe #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo #the sturniolo triplets #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo fanfic #nicolas sturniolo

[whygalaxy]

listen... nsfw w quackity.... it's halloween and the reader decides to wear a bunny costume but with a very short skirt and maybe a bra and bunny ears

quackity gets very turned on by her when she goes to his office to show him the costume, he bends her over and fucks the shit out of her in his desk 😭

Bunny Costume {Easter special}

♡⃕ Relationship} Quackity x Fem!Reader

♡⃕ Summary} "It was Easter and you decide to wear a costume for this celebration. You decide to show your costume to your boyfriend"

♡⃕ TW.} NSFW; Smut; Dom!Quackity; Roleplay?; Rough Sex; Spanking; Unprotected sex.

♡⃕ Notes} English is not my first language, there may be mistakes. I’m sorry for anything. I know the request ask for Halloween, but I thought it would suit Easter better. HAPPY EASTER TO EVERYONE! ❤️🐰

Today was Easter, and you wanted to surprise Alex. So you've decided to wear a bunny costume for Easter!

You went to the costume store and bought a white dress that had a bunny tail on the back of it, white thigh-high socks, and of course! The most important part, the bunny ears!

You look in the mirror, you looked so cute! You laugh like a kid in a candy store. So you decide it's time to go home.

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When you arrived the house was quiet, you knew Alex was home. You decided to look for him.

You go to his office, opening the door slightly, just enough for you to see what was inside. And there he was, sitting in his chair, his fingers tapping the keyboard quickly.

He was clearly exhausted, needing a break and a way to de-stress.

“Maybe this is a good time!” You think to yourself, humming before opening the room door.

“Alex! Look at the costume I bought for Easter!” You say with a sweet smile, skipping over to him and sitting on his lap.

He looks at you with rosy cheeks, Geez… you looked really good in that outfit. He places his hand on your thigh, kissing your cheek “Te ves maravillosa con ese costume, my love.”

You laugh at his gesture, his grip on your thigh tightening. “I’m glad you like it” you hum, until you feel something being pressed against your ass.

You whimper as you are suddenly bent over the table, Alex was holding your hips tightly, your hips meeting his, you could feel his bulge being rubbed against you.

“My bunny looks so pretty… Si si…” He whispers in a deep voice, he lifts your skirt, but not enough to cover your bunny tail.

He ran a finger against your lips that were covered by the white panties you were wearing. “Is it wet yet? My conejito…”

You moan, and then he pulls down your panties quickly. You yelp when he slaps your ass.

Soon he pulls down his pants too, passing the head of his cock across your lips, teasing you. “Alex! Please!" You beg, wanting nothing more than for him to fill you.

"Qué conjito tan necesitado…" He says, holding your hips tightly and ramming his dick inside your pussy. You moan at his hard and sudden action.

He starts fucking you hard, without mercy, slapping your ass with each thrust until it turns red.

You grip the edge of the table tightly as if your life depended on it. You drooled and cried, it felt so good, he hit your G-spot every time

He grabs your hair, making sure the bunny ears that were in your hair don't fall out. “Alex!” You scream as you finally cum, leaving your legs weak and shaking.

He keeps fucking you, hitting your G-spot every time, not letting you rest after your orgasm. You moaned loudly, feeling overstimulated after your orgasm.

His thrusts start to get sloppier, until he holds your hair tighter. Stopping brutally inside you, filling you with his cum.

You whimper, feeling so full! You can hear him panting heavily behind you. He collapses onto you, a little tired.

He removes the strands of hair that were on your face, you pull him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Happy Easter, Alex…”

He smiles, kissing you back on the cheek. “Happy Easter, Mi conejito…”

♡ ∩∩ （„• ֊ •„)♡

#quackity x reader #quackity x you #quackity smut #quackityhq x reader #quackity x y/n #bunny costume #easter 2024 #easter #qsmp #qsmp brasil #qsmp brazil #sub!reader #dom!quackity

[yandere-kokeshi]

Imagine Miguel O'Hara being so down bad for reader that he let's her top him, cause he knows she won't have it any other way, but he ends up liking it and being so awkward about it later

Warnings: hinting reader is a Spiderwoman, top reader, begging, nipple biting, creampie (wrap it before you tap it!),

A/N: I love this idea sm. My first Miguel post! Hope you enjoy this naughty shtuff ;)

Miguel sat on the bed, stripped to nothing as his hands were trapped between your fingers - your hips resting on him, rolling back and forth across his cock, teasing him with your wetness.

He was so hard, it was almost painful. Ever since he came back home from a long meeting, he had been thinking about having sex with you — images of your puffy cunt and tits bouncing up and down, his hands pressing into your waist as his mouth bit into your shoulder. It was hypnotizing. He wanted nothing more than to eat you out. But things changed the minute he got home, preparing to give you the fuck of your life.

But, you were in more control. Making out turned into hair pulling, intense hair pulling that left him breathless turned into leaving hickeys on his neck and chest, possibly thighs. He wasn’t sure anymore. But what he does know is that he wants nothing more than to have you ride him. He fucking adores you.

He let out a hitched moan, his chest heaving in anticipation and his muscles tensing. His pelvis raised, his completely aroused cock smearing pre-cum around you; his essence covering the inside of your thighs which progressed to his own waist. It was messy. Just like how you loved it.

“No puedo! Fuck! Please… with the teasing already!” you chuckled at his desperate tone. His eyes were turning red, his claws were becoming more apparent as his fangs revealed to you. It was so hot.

You smiled in victory, clearly enjoying his desperate sub-tone. Finally deciding to give him a break, your hand pressed onto his chest and raised yourself, hovering over his sticky mess and reaching under, grabbing his cock. You pumped him, admiring how his abs flexed, thighs tensing as he bit his lip; preventing any noises from coming.

Grazing your fingers over his tip, you let out a smirk before sinking onto his cock, sliding down till your naked thighs were on either side of his waist.

Miguel let out a shaky exhale when you fully took him - his teeth bared out, a slight hiss coming out with his moan as you moved your hips back and forth.

You let go of his hands to his to get a better move on, hands now gripping his chest as his own hands immediately placed his hands onto your hips; his rough, scarred, and soft padded fingertips gripped into your waist, his nails leaving indents.

His cock twitched inside of you as you paced up, his moans made you keep going. You leaned down and kissed his neck, making sure to playfully bite his skin.

His sweat was nice. Adding to your watery mouth and oversensitized smell. You continued to pick up the pace, back arching as you continued to ride him. His cheeks tensed and his mouth was hanging slightly open; his fangs hung out at the edge like a cat ready to pounce on his prey at any given time.

From his reaction, you could tell he was getting close. Real close.

You thrusted up and down, your arse clapping and tits bouncing. You could feel his cock twitch and curve - hitting places nobody had. Miguel swears between moans, arching his back as you went down to bite his nipples; something in him releasing as his hands gripped harder than ever.

Before you know it, he cums first — roaring your name like a curse as his cock gets the release it’s always wanted. Your tight walls, squeezing of your thighs made him lose control. His cum fills you to the prim, pushing you to your own climax.

It takes you both a good time to stabilize your breathing, the heavy smell of sex and rain breathed in. You should thank Miguel for suggesting opening the window.

“You doin’ okay?” You asked, caressing his sides and letting a small moan as you felt his warm breath cover your left nipple, a tongue curling and playing with the sensitive bud as his fingers curled around your breasts.

He nodded, before detaching himself from your tits. It was clear he felt awkward. It made you laugh to which he sent a snarky look, before smiling and leaning down to kiss your nose; feeling his cum drip down and out of you.

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[hellodarling1357]

Becoming Parents - Cassian x Reader

My train is running 20 minutes late so here’s some Cassian x Reader headcanons while I wait

Warning: slight mention of infertility, suggestive towards the end, not proofread…

You and Cassian were the last of the IC to fall pregnant and had felt torn between watching your friend’s happiness whilst dealing with the longing for a baby of your own

After decades of trying, the two of you sat down and talked it over, ultimately deciding that maybe having a baby just wasn’t in the cards for you and that the joy of playing the fun aunt and uncle would be enough

Despite deciding that you would stop trying, the sex never halted and, if anything, because even more frequent and experimental ;)

7 months later, you were at the River House helping Feyre with their new born when you sensed picked up on a change of scent

“Feyre, are you pregnant?”

“I better fucking not be after just pushing this one out!”

“Oh weird…”

You went back to playing with the babe, thinking nothing more of it until you looked up and found Feyre starting at you, a smile spread across face and eyes glistening with tears

“What? What is it?”

“Y/N… I think it’s you. You’re pregnant”

Her smile got even bigger as you stared at her in shock

“But we gave up, we thought it wasn’t going to happen”

“Clearly all that hard work paid off” she let out a laugh, wiping the tears from her face as you blinked back at her, still processing what was happening

“I’m pregnant?”

Feyre was nodding back at you then leaped over to give you a crushing hug as you felt tears slide down your face

“I have to go, I need to tell Cass…”

Feyre was up and already pushing you out the door, tears running down her own face

You winnowed to the house you and Cassian had lived in for the last 2 decades after deciding it was time to move out of the House of Wind and get a place of your own

You found a shirtless Cassian, still clad in training leathers with sweat glistening on his chest, in the kitchen putting lunch together

“Hi sweetheart, I thought you were spending the day with Feyre? Want me to make you a plate?”

He gave you a kiss on the cheek as he walked past

“Cass…” but you were at a loss for words, staring back at your mate in shock

You got a noncommittal “hmm?” in response as Cassian pulled out a plate for you and starting putting together some more food

“Cass… I’m pregnant”

He abruptly stopped what he was doing, spinning around to look at you, his face slack from clear shock

“You’re… what? Y/N?”

You nodded at him, a smile spreading across your face as you took a few steps closer and cupped his face

“Pregnant? You’re pregnant!” He must’ve noted the change in your scent and realisation hit

Before you knew it, Cassian had you in his arms, spinning your around at he let out a deep laugh

Once your feet were back on the ground, he peppered your face with kisses before kneeling in front of you to stare at your stomach

“Hi baby, I know we haven’t met you yet, but your mummy and I already love you so, so much”

He pressed a kiss to your stomach and lent his forehead against it, you felt him take in a deep, shaky breath as you ran your hands through his hair, tears falling down your face again

Cassian stood, cupping your face in his hands and starting into your eyes

“I love you”

Then he was kissing you, all while grinning against your mouth, his now shed tears mixing with your own

You pulled away, placing a soft kiss on his cheek

“I love you too”

“We’re going to be parents”

“We are”

“I love you”

“You already said that” but you couldn’t help the wide grin that spread even further across your face

Cassian pulled you into his chest in a tight embrace, nuzzling his head into the top of yours as you held him back just as tightly

You pulled away just enough to look up at him before bringing his face back down to your own, giving him another passionate kiss

“You know, just because I’m pregnant, doesn’t mean we can’t practice for baby number 2…”

Next minute, Cassian had you in his arms, walking you both towards your bedroom, your lunch and any other plans you had for the day long forgotten

#cassian x reader #cassian x y/n #cassian x you #cassian acotar #cassian imagine #acotar #acofas #acomaf #acosf #acowar #a court of thorns and roses #marley writes

[wwandaslover]

CLOSE

warnings: MDNI 18+, oral (r and n receiving), fingering (r receiving), reader and nat are switches, alcohol, r is a bartender and nats girlfriend

pairing: natasha romanoff x f! reader

a/n: i feel like there aren’t any fanfics where nat is a bottom or a switch, like why does the reader always have to be a bottom 😒

as you were handing out drinks and graciously taking cash from the people buying said drinks, natasha had arrived at the club. she knew you were working that night and decided it’d be fun to surprise you.

natasha headed further into the club, maneuvering between the sweaty body’s of many people crowding the building. she caught a glimpse of you making a cocktail for a woman who clearly didn’t need another drink and she bit back the smile that always adorned her face when she saw you.

she walked over to the bar and the second you noticed a bit of red hair, you walked over to her and grinned, “hey stranger, what’s your drink of choice?” natasha pretended to think about it before responding, “vodka cranberry.” you smiled at her and made the drink.

while you slid the glass across the counter to natasha you spoke flirtatiously, still pretending she was a stranger. “so, how come a gorgeous girl like you is at a sleazy club like this?” she chuckled and went along with your game, “i’m here to find a cute girl.” you raised your eyebrows and looked around.

“huh. i can’t find any right now, i’ll get back to you when i do.” natasha rolled her eyes in response to your comment, then drank a bit of her vodka cranberry. you served a couple people and while you made their drinks, natasha watched your body move around so gracefully.

once you finished serving the strangers, you turned back to natasha who was intensely eyeing you down. you smirked and leaned over your side of the counter a little, “pervert.” natasha averted her gaze from your breasts to your eyes, smiling at your comment.

“i can’t help it, you look so good in all black.” she shrugged, drinking the rest of the hard alcohol. “well my shift ends at eleven, so..” you ran a hand through your hair, attempting to fix it despite it not needing to be fixed.

“well i guess i better keep you occupied once you’re off” she smirked a little and basically laid her intentions all out on the table for you to see, and you smiled at it. “mm.. i guess you better do that.” natasha slid the empty glass towards you, signaling she wanted more and you obliged.

she downed the vodka and handed you some money to pay for the drinks before returning to wanda and maria who she abandoned earlier so she could see you. you continued working, glancing into the crowd in search of natasha every once in a while, but almost every time she was too deep in the sea of people to be seen.

after what felt like hours, your shift came to an end and people trickled out into the streets. natasha had told maria and wanda to go without her because she had something to do. she hastily headed over to the bar where you were finishing up with cleaning the counter and a few other things.

once you noticed natasha, you set down the rag and smiled a little before walking around the counter and giving natasha a sweet kiss once you two were no longer separated by the annoying obstacle. you pulled away and before she could say anything you gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her to a more secluded spot in the club.

she chuckled at your eagerness and silently admired your beauty despite your confusion of why she was staring at you so intently. “you’re beautiful.” she muttered softly, causing you to blush and look away embarrassedly while smiling.

she placed her hand on your jaw gently and made you face her before kissing you. you kissed back and it started out sweet and slow but as you both became more handsy the kiss grew more passionate and heated, your hands were on either side of natasha’s face and her hands were on your waist, holding you firmly.

while the two of you continued making out, natasha’s hands roamed from your waist to your back and eventually your ass, one of your hands travelled down to her breasts and the other was still on her face. you grabbed at her chest, earning a soft sigh from the redhead.

you switched your positions so natasha was pressed against the wall and you broke the kiss, lowering to your knees and pushing her black dress up to her hips before slipping her panties off. you grabbed her leg and put it over your shoulder, giving you more access to her pussy.

you pressed a kiss to her inner thigh before running your tongue between her folds and her hands instantly grasped your hair while she grinded against your tongue. you chuckled a little at her desperate moans, the vibrations causing her to moan even louder.

you held her firmly with both of your hands on her hips, while her fingers were tangled in your hair and attempting to pull you even closer. you were amazed she managed to stay standing despite wearing heels, and having one leg draped over your shoulder.

after a little longer, natasha reached her high and came, and you eagerly swallowed as much of it as you could. you helped her ride out her high a bit before helping her put her panties back on and then standing up and pressing a kiss to her lips, letting her taste herself.

“god, you’re good with your mouth.” she smiled a little after you had pulled away and you smiled back proudly. “let me return the favor, love.” her voice was darker and more sensual which you immediately noticed. you didn’t know what to say so all you did was nod in response.

natasha immediately pressed you against the wall and got down onto her knees. she began unbuttoning your black jeans, tugging them off and admiring your body before roughly pulling off your underwear and harshly eating you out.

you threw your head back and moaned, hitting your head on the wall in the process. pleasure instantly ran through your entire body and distracted you from the pain forming on the back of your head. natasha kept going, she was much less gentle than you were and it only added to the knot tightening in your stomach.

natasha’s hands gripped your thighs while she ate you out skillfully, and you didn’t even notice one of her hands coming away from your thigh until her middle and index fingers were pushed deep into your cunt while she sucked on your clit, giving you no time to prepare or adjust and causing you to basically yell her name as you came all over her fingers.

natasha kept going but slowly came to a stop. she stood up and made you open your mouth then made you clean off the mess you created on her fingers and she hastily kissed you, moaning a little a how good you tasted before pulling away and smirking at your disheveled state.

you reluctantly put your underwear and pants back on before you and natasha began walking to the back door of the club in a comfortable silence while holding hands. the two of you made your way out onto the sidewalk and over to your car which natasha drove since you were too tired to drive.

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𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 — 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

୨⎯ fem!reader. smut. minors do not interact. reader catches ran in the middle of it... and gets nervous. kissing, flirting. you don't give ran your name and hes annoyed lmao

I need to pee. 

You think, looking around the crowded room for any entrance to the bathroom. The only thing in your field of vision are horny couples sloppily making out with each other; or drunk strangers using alcohol as a gateway for their problems. 

It’s a horrible sight, and you really need to fucking pee. Your friend is outside by the pool, currently cradling her crush, Shion Madarame—an idiot, you think. He’s clueless, talks way too much for someone who can’t even back up what he’s saying half the time. 

You find a lone staircase and decide to walk upstairs, praying that there’s a goddamn bathroom there. This party stinks. The only reason you’re here is because you wanted to try something new and your friend needed backup in case things went south with Shion. 

There’s a couple signs that you shouldn’t have gone inside that bathroom. For one; you tripped on the staircase up, successfully snapping the leg on one of your heels. 

Annoyed, you take off both heels and hold them in your hand, walking the rest of the distance up the stairs. 

As if that sign wasn’t enough, the fucking moans echoing throughout the hallway managed to not reach your ears. Either you were too irritated to care, or you genuinely didn’t notice. 

It didn’t matter. Because you opened the door anyway. 

The sight was something. 

Something you’d only see in porn. 

A girl with brown hair, currently bent over the sink; obnoxiously loud moans as a man ploughs her from behind. Your eyes land on her nails, scratching against the counter, veins popping out from just how hard she’s gripping it for all she’s worth—like it’s the last bit of control she has. 

Her mouth is wide open, eyes rolling back as she screams the name ‘ Ran ‘. So you put two and two together, the dude's name is Ran. 

Ran is fucking her at a lazy pace, he doesn’t seem to be putting much work in his thrusts, but they sounded just as powerful regardless. The sounds of skin on skin fills your ears and the room as if her moans weren’t enough. 

He’s got an iron grip on her hips, holding her down to make sure she takes his entire length every time he shoves it back inside her. 

This is so wrong. Why are you watching this? You don’t know how long you’ve been standing here—but due to the fact that they haven’t noticed your presence yet, means it couldn’t have been too long. 

As if the odds were against you, the girl notices the music blasting from downstairs had suddenly gotten louder. She tilts her face towards the door, only to gasp loudly when she sees you there, holding your broken heels in your hands and you watch the lewd display in front of you with wide eyes. 

Eyes are even wider now that you’ve been caught. 

“R-ran—slow down!” The girl uses all her energy to lift her hand up and grabs his hand, long white acrylic nails digging into his wrists to get him to stop. 

Ran thrusts a couple more times before coming to a stop. “What?” He pants, out of breath, removing a hand from her hips to fix his dishevelled hair in the mirror. It’s only then, that he notices there’s an uninvited guest in the room. 

The moment you meet his eyes in the mirror, your fight and flight then begins to kick into gear, frantically apologising to the both of them before slamming the door shut. 

“What the fuck?!” You can hear the girl shout from the bathroom, clearly embarrassed to be caught in such an embarrassing position. You don’t blame her, you would feel that exact same way if that was you in her shoes. “How long was she there for?”

“Don’t know, don’t really care.” He’s not lying, he would’ve continue fucking her even if you were watching. Maybe he just discovered a new kink. 

Either way, his hands are spreading her asscheeks apart again, sliding his cock up and down her slit before slipping it back inside with a low groan. 

The moans picked up again as you waited outside the bathroom, awkwardly shuffling in place while digging your toes into the carpet. 

How long are they going to take?

Just looking at the build of the boy—you’d forgotten his name already; brain automatically wiping out anything from the last 4 minutes—you could  just tell he had stamina for days. 

You then decide to ask a passerby, tugging on his sleeve to grab his attention. He looks down at you with a raised brow. 

“Are there any spare bathrooms here?” 

He shrugs and continues walking. 

Well that was a waste of time. Just talking to that stranger took so much energy out of you, that same energy could’ve been used for something more productive. 

Your only option is to:

Pee yourself and further give your brain more humiliation to cry over later in your bed. 

Wait god knows how long for those two to stop fucking each other. 

Go pee in a bush outside. 

Option C) didn’t seem so bad, after all, there’s most definitely someone puking out there. But no, you stuck with the safe option B), and only hope they finish quick enough. 

Around five minutes later, the door finally opened and the girl walks out, passing you without even acknowledging your existence. Maybe her brain did the same as yours, wiping out the event from her brain to avoid humiliation—or she doesn’t care enough about you to remember you. 

Either way, you didn’t care. The less people talk about it the better. 

You turn, ready to enter the bathroom, only to crash straight into the chest of him—the boy whose name you’d forgotten. 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You awkwardly smile up at him, ready to dip inside the bathroom, but he holds an arm out, physically stopping you from entering. 

“Were you waiting here the whole time?” 

“Uh,yeah? I need to p—use the bathroom.” 

Ran looks like he’s about to say something, but one look down and he can see how desperate you are to pee from the way you're awkwardly shuffling about. Zipping his mouth shut, he steps aside and watches you run inside the bathroom, locking it shut. 

He says no more and heads back downstairs to join the rest of the people. 

By the time you come back out, you can see your friend playfully splashing about with Shion inside the pool. The water is changing colours from purple to pink with the LEDS and you can’t help but think how beautiful it is. 

You’d definitely hop inside if it weren’t for the fact you has no swimsuit, and the fact there’s like a million people in this house. 

If it’s one thing you hated the most, it was crowds of people. Why you were even here tonight is a surprise in itself. Maybe call it character development, trying to sneak out of your comfort zone. So far, things were going well—you hadn’t had a panic attack yet, or freaked out.

“[Nickname], over here!!” 

You spoke too soon. You can feel every single pair of eyes land on you when your friend screams your nickname, waving you over from the doorway to come further into the back yard. 

Now everyone knows your presence, and your nickname. 

Including Ran, who doesn’t take his eyes off you the entire time you pad your bare feet along the fake grass, heading over to the closest part of the pool where your friend was. 

“Meet Shion, he’s the guy I was telling you about.” She has her arms around his shoulders, keeping herself upright in the pool with him as her support. 

You know who he is. You just don’t care about him. “Hi.” You say, pressing your lips into an awkward smile. 

“Yo. [Nickname], right?” No shit. You take a moment, shoving your irritation down your throat before nodding your head. “Cool.” He says that, then pulls your friend further into the pool. 

Some water splashes on your clothes and you can’t help but groan, annoyed. 

“Oh! I wanted to tell you that we’re staying a bit longer.” Your friend swims back to the end of the pool, over to where you’re standing and holds herself upright as she wipes the water from her face. 

“But—” I want to go home. 

Your friend can hear your thoughts and frowns. “Pleaseeee, I’ll make this up to you. I’ll go see that shitty movie you like next weekend.”

“It’s not shitty, you just have horrible taste.” 

“Yeah, whatever. But please, just a little longer.” She pouts up at you, those stupid puppy dog eyes that domt even work, but you accept her offer anyway. 

“Fine.”

“Yay! I love you!” She squeals when Shion comes up from behind her, dragging her back inside the pool. 

More water splashes on you, you’re currently counting in your head all 10 ways you can kill Shion in this party without being caught. Once the pool clears, you could drown him, you could crush up apple seeds and sprinkle them inside his cup—a life hack you saw on WikiHow the other day; you could push him down the stairs—

A voice coming from next to you interrupts your train of thought. “It’s rude to glare at people, y’know?” It’s deep, smooth, and sultry; with a whimsical tone to completly catch you offguard. 

“I’m not glaring,” You frown as you glare daggers in Shion’s direction, currently sucking your best friend's face in a heated makeout session. 

Ran follows your trail of vision, meeting Shion in the middle of the pool, his hands hoisting your friend up as her legs wrap around his waist, her hands cupping his cheeks as she moans into his mouth. 

Have some decorum. You think, not even realising what your face is doing, how your face is scrunched up in disgust as you watch those two go at it. “I never understood the concept of PDA.” You say to the man next to you, not even knowing who you’re talking to because all your attention is on them inside the pool.

Ran, at first glance, didn’t think you had the guts to speak to him one-on-one. The way you choked up inside that bathroom and left the second he even met your gaze had him intrigued. So, it’s quite obvious, to him, that you have no clue that he’s even next to you—otherwise he’s certain there’s a 90% chance this conversation wouldn’t be happening.

So, he decides to entertain the situation. “Yeah? You don’t like PDA?” 

“Nope. I find it disgusting.”

“Why’s that?” Ran asks, dropping to a squat to feel the temperature of the water, wondering if it’s cold enough for him to enter.

You shrug, your eyes haven’t left the two of them the entire time. “For someone who hates PDA, you sure are staring hard, what, you got a kink for voyeurism, or somethin’?”

Voyeuri—Oh, god, no. You look down to where the stranger's voice was coming from, meeting the same eyes of the man from earlier inside the bathroom. A stupidly charamistic, yet annoying, smile on his face as he realises you finally notice who you’d been mindlessly talking to the entire time.

“I—uh—no?” You give him that same awkward smile and you’re so ready to  bolt back inside, go anywhere where he’s not there. But before you even had the chance, he grabs your wrist, tugging you back to him so fast you almost fall into the pool. 

But you don’t.

“Why’re you nervous? You were talking with me just fine a moment ago.” Ran states, taking his eyes off you to see the happy couple getting up and leaving the pool a bit too eagerly. Yeah, they’re definitely going upstairs to fuck. The poolside is completely empty now, with the both of you being the only exception. The lights outside, brightening up the garden start to dim. 

“Yeah, I guess I was.” You start to shuffle awkwardly again, unsure of what to say, what to do, under his intense gaze. He takes his eyes off you and looks ahead, examining the pretty garden. From the fences outside, he can see people start to drive off.

The party has ended.

“Come sit [Nickname].” Ran pats the spot on the ground next to him and you can’t deny him. Dropping to the floor and joining him with just your legs inside the pool. 

“Ugh, please don’t call me that. It’s embarrassing.” You groan and cover your face with your eyes. 

“Ain’t that your name, though?”

“Nope, just a stupid nickname my friend made.” You slump your shoulders and paddle your feet into the pool.

“So….., what’s your name?”

“Don’t worry about it.” You wrinkle your nose as you stare into the depths of the now purple coloured pool. Ran looks at you from the corner of his eye, wondering why your guard is so up around him. He doesn’t even know you. Maybe it stemmed from the awkwardness of catching him balls deep inside a girl not even an hour ago, or maybe he was just naturally intimidating.

“You go school here?” He questions.

“Yeah.”

“How old are you?”

“20.”

“So, I know your age, and you go to my school, yet you can’t even give me your name?” 

You finally look at him, fiddling with your heels in your hand, nodding your head. “Yup.” You watch the corners of his mouth twitch up into a smile before a breezy chuckle leaves his lips, and you can’t help but notice how pretty he is. His hair is braided neatly, dropping down past his shoulders and as you follow the line of his braid, you come into contact with his bare chest—just now realising he’s shirtless.

The confidence you had just a second ago when you looked at him, now depetled down to a minus zero, unable to even look him in the face. He notices this and quickly uses a hand to cup your jaw to push your gaze back to his own. “Never seen a shirtless guy before?”

“No—well, yeah, but no—” Fuck, you’re stuttering again. You close your eyes to take deep breaths, in and out, around five times, before you face him again. “Can I go back inside now?”

“No.” He lets go of your face and leans back onto his hands. “Can you swim?”

“Yes—is this a questionnaire or something?”

He laughs again. “No, just tryna get you more comfortable, s’all.”

“I don’t need to get comfortable. I want to go home—”

“Tell me why you don’t like PDA. You’re genuinely like, the first person I met that doesn’t like it.” You blink up at him, a bit offended he cut you off before you could finish your sentence, but you get to thinking. Why don’t you like it? You simply think it’s unnecessary, doing sexual things like that in public. And you tell him just that.

“It’s fun, though. Don’t judge it till you try it.” When Ran closes his eyes, he pictures all the times he’s kissed girls in public spaces, remembers the sneaky handjob he’d gotten by a girl in the back of class, remembers the time he’d fuck a girl inside this very same pool—

Wait, a moment.

“I can show you what it's like—” You can feel him shift closer to you, just a little bit, his thigh brushing against your own. 

“I don’t really wanna try it.” You shove the heat between your legs away, throw it somewhere it’s not needed because the last thing you want to do, is fuck him inside this pool—or that’s what you think he’s insinuating.

“Scared you’re gonna get caught?” He teases and you shake your head so fast. 

“No! I dont—” Yeah, you are scared, but he doesn’t have to know that. “I’m not scared.”

“Prove it.”

“How?”

Ran doesn’t need to say anything, instead, he taps his lips with his index finger. Just a single tap that tells you everything he’s thinking. You pause for a moment, before leaning to peck him on the lips, pulling away just as fast as you leaned in. 

“What was that?”

“A kiss.” 

Ran clicks his tongue before sliding into the pool. His height amazes you—his feet reaching the floor of the pool making it easy for him to stand up. You let him stand between your legs as he leans in closer, placing his hands on the ground next to you and tilts his head to softly press his lips against yours. 

The kiss was so gentle and you felt your fingers digging into your heels when he pulled away. “How was that?” He asks, looking into your eyes for the answer since your lips seemed frozen on the spot. 

“It was…fine.” You refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing that the simple press of his lips against yours already had you mind blown, the fact if you thought hard enough, you could still feel his lips on yours. 

“Just fine?” He leans in closer, and you lean back. “Are you telling me the full truth?”

“Yeah?” 

You’re not. You both know it. 

Then, his lips are back on yours. Soft gentle presses but he subtly deepens it, tenderly sucking on your bottom lip. It has you closing your eyes and allowing him to kiss you further, though your lips are barely moving, just allowing him to kiss you as he pleases. Your fingers dig into the fabric of your heels, clutching them tight when you feel something long and wet graze your bottom lip. 

Ran removes his hands from the ground, one hand landing on your waist, the other gripping your chin lightly to lift your face higher. You could feel the stray hairs on his forehead brushing against your skin, tickling you. It makes you let out a breathy giggle and the second your mouth opens, his tongue follows suit, licking the inside of your mouth sensually. 

You make a strangled noise and drop your heels into the water to grab at his hand on your face. The wet splash from your heels hitting the water makes you both break away to look down. Ran retrieves the heels and is about to put it on the ground next to you before he notices the broken heel. 

“Why wear heels if you can’t walk in them?” He laughs when you scowl at him and try to grab them from him, but he’s faster, lifting a hand up too high for you to reach while sitting down. 

“I can walk, dumbass. I just tripped.” You try to grab them from him, catching him off guard as you hold the other end of the heel. His grip is strong when you try to forcefully rip it from his hands, but he tugs it towards him with 0 effort but it was strong enough to have you falling forward, straight into the pool.

Ran laughs when you emerge from the water, coughing and spluttering with water all over your clothes. “What the fuck, Ran!” 

“Oh! She swears.” He grins when you push at his chest with what he thinks is supposed to be a punch, but he never even felt it.

“You’re so annoying, dragging me into the pool like that. What if I couldn’t swim?”

Although Ran knows you’re being serious, he can’t take you seriously with that cute annoyed look on your face. “I know mouth to mouth.” He states shrugging his shoulders and you scoff. 

You choose to forget about your heel in his hand and begin to head towards the ledge of the pool to jump out, but his hands are faster, dropping the heel into the water before he’s wrapping an arm around your waist, tugging you back inside.

“Where you think you’re going? We were having fun.”

“You were having fun. I was getting bullied. Now lemme go!” You try to wriggle out from his grip, the uncomfortable feeling of your wet shirt and pants digging into your skin. Gross.

“No, we were having fun.” He states and you finally stop squirming around, allowing more water to splash on your clothes. “Are these uncomfortable?” He’s pinching at your wet shirt, tugging it a couple times to get your attention.

You wipe the water from your face before you look down at your arm where he’s tugging and nod your head. A part of you feels like you shouldn’t have said that, because the smirk that grew on his face makes you scream danger.

“Can I take it off you then?” 

No, of course you can’t. You want to say, but the way his arms slide down from your waist to grip onto your hips + lower back has you shivering. One hand slides up to your jaw, forcing you to crane your neck up to look into his purple eyes. 

“Well?”

“O-okay.” You watch as he doesn’t break eye contact with you as he reaches the hem of your shirt, tugging it lighty before he’s lifting the wet shirt over your body.

“Arms up, baby.” 

You obey, lifting your arms up and allowing him to slip them through, before he’s tossing the cloth on the ledge of the pool. You cringe as you watch him barely make the shot, the sleeve of your shirt still touching the pool water.

“Ran, you—” Before you can even complain, he’s moving your face away from your clothes and pressing his lips down to yours. You hum when he groans against your lips, moving your arms to his shoulders for better placement.

He breaks the kiss to change angles, shifting your face to the other direction with his nose before he’s kissing you again, allowing his lips to suck on your bottom one. His hands run down your sides, holding your waist as he licks away the waterdroplets from your lips.

You hold him so close to you as you feel his hands squeeze at your hips, tugging you so your chest is touching his own, not even an ounce of space between you two.

This is so unlike you. You’re never one to be half naked inside a pool, kissing a guy you don’t even know the last name of. But it made you feel so good, the way he kisses you like he’s wanted you for years, the way he runs his hands down your body like he’s appreciating you, the way he grips your asscheeks through your wet soiled leggings like he owns you.

He breaks the kiss to look down at you, his forehead pressed against your own and you can’t help but keep staring at his lips, desperate for his attention once more. “How was that?” He asks.

“Good.”

“Yeah? Just good.” When you don’t stop staring at his lips, he lifts a finger to your chin, forcing you to look up into his eyes. “I think it was more than just good.”

Oh this cocky shit. The smirk on his face is practically waiting for you to drown him in praise. Not gonna happen. 

“I think it was just good.”

He sighs, moving towards to sit on the ledge of the pool. “You’re a tough one to crack. Most girls fall in love with me instantly after I kiss them like that.”

“You’re so fucking cocky.” Despite your words, you find yourself moving closer to him, resting your arms beside him on the ledge of the pool, not really ready to jump out of the pool yet.

“You like it though.” 

You can’t help the eyeroll you give him as you hear him laugh spitefully. “You’re so ridiculous, I don’t even know why I’m entertaining you.” You brace your arms up to jump out but as if he could sense your next move, he’s dragging you towards him before you even get the chance to.

He pulls you between his legs where he’s sat and locks you in so you can’t escape. He scans over your face with his eyes, like he’s forcing his brain to remember every detail of your face, every curve of your eyelash to shove into the back of his mind for later. He drops his voice even lower before he repeats, “But you like it though.”

And fuck—he’s so right. Despite the longing urge you crave deep down to stuff his face underwater till he drowns, you find yourself gravitating towards his strangely odd addictive personality, wanting to get to know him better. That’s why you decide to throw away your morals, gripping the back of his neck before you’re pulling his head down to meet your lips in another kiss.

Ran’s surprised at first, not expecting you to be the one initiating anything. He will admit at first he was interested in you, wanting to see where your head was at with things, the thought of fucking you not even on his mind. But the more you spoke, the more he found himself wanting to get rid of that shy awkward side of you, wanting to see you more comfortable around him.

And boy, was that fast. 

You tap on his thigh with your spare hand, urging him to come further inside the pool. He understood the memo, sliding down from the ledge till he’s standing tall above you. The new angle has you straining your neck just to deepen the kiss, a soft groan leaving your lips when you feel him pull your leggings down, exposing your ass to the cold-now-cool water now that your body has adapted to the temperature. 

From across the pool, just sitting by the ledge of the pool, your phone  vibrates. 

You open an eye and peek over at your phone screen flashing on and off with each notification, then pull away from the kiss. 

Ran’s about to grab you, his hand just missing your own as you make your way over to the ledge, drying your hands on your half soaked shirt before turning on your phone and reading your messages.

You flinch when you feel two strong hands on your shoulders and you don’t need to look behind you to know who it is. “What’s wrong?” He asks, lips brushing against the skin of your shoulder blade as he presses kisses on your skin.

“Just my friend. She said she’s leaving.” You say and with a click of a button you’re turning your phone back off. “Well, this was fun….what’s your name again?”

The look he gives you makes you laugh before you jump outta the pool, bending to pick up your shirt to wringe it. “You really forgot my name?”

“Yup!” Once enough water has left your shirt semi-dry but comfortable enough to wear, you put it on. “I’ll maybe see you around.” No promises, you think, ashamed of your behaviour tonight.

“Wait, I don’t even have your name—” His plea goes through deaf ears as you’re already sprinting towards the door and disappearing through the house. 

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