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theladybrownstarot · 2 days
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MONTHLY-READING
2024 APRIL 2024
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𐙚 Pile 1 .
Namaste pile 1 ! Let's get with your reading :-
☪︎ You people are seem to be very focused in the initial period of april , i can sense that very tough strictness and focus of oneself for their goals and giving best no matter what happens . You are being told to trust your decision, guts and instincts no matter how appealing other's would feel to be . You people will be on high energy and focus throughout the month but very high during the first phase of april .
☪︎ later oh wow oh wow this is a confirmation that whatever you worked hard for will yield results , i sense that you will be highly recognised for your enthusiasm. You will my god very much transformed and will get all that clarity you always wanted for things long time back if any . People are going to be very attracted to you plus i see people helping and appreciating you . You will be in the spotlight . Overall the continued thing will be in a good progress too .
☪︎ The last phase of april will be all about planning and executing the new things and ideas or for before if you couldn't . If you maintained same energy of being focused and disciplined you will get ahead 2 times of the road like that I'm sensing in the reading like maintain yourself and give your best no matter because it will be the test of your commitment and all the lessons you worked hard for .
☪︎ You going to be chilling with your friends by partying and talking plus i see right people coming in your life too . The energy of all people reading this will be balanced just don't overthink a lot.
𐙚❀˖° Monthly Advice : I sense that most of you lost something or lost to something which hurted you and made you heart broken . The advice here is to let your tears flow so the negatives can be out . Try to love yourself by doing what you want so you can come over the past because you haven't completely . Your prayers are heard just be more greatful for what you are and have and control your anger .
❀ prominent zodiacs and houses: Gemini , libra , Aquarius, leo, aries , saggitaurus , virgo, taurus, capricorn, 1st house, 5th house and 3rd house .
𐙚 Pile 2
Namaste pile 2 ! Let's get with your reading :-
☪︎ Your first phase of April will be all about planning and then executing , getting various ideas and projects getting done . Don't be so conscious about all your decisions because you can really thrive in through it just implement and surrender to universe .
☪︎ The second phase of April will bring some changes within yourself that will leave you making more confident about yourself . Your plans will bring very strong stability and foundation for something new . You will quite become famous and i see wealth or money coming in some sort also that you will be quite getting more responsible and serious about your things and life in general , i see a major lesson or realisation hitting in anyway .
☪︎ Third phase of April or the last phase will be all about equal give and take of your assets like knowledge , experience , money or anything with others and helping them also .If anyone wants to start a business or something new then different through something then its a really good time for it . You are protected and loved by universe .
𐙚❀˖° Monthly Advice : Universe says that wake up and stop sleeping , stop getting scared and anxious and make a step . You will be connecting with you highest self a lot .
Be generous and kind .
Give yourself some break .
You are taking something to seriously .
Give that exhausted and tortured mind some break .
Reshuffle your priorities, schedule and routine .
❀ Prominent zodiacs and Houses : Aries , scorpio , 8th house , virgo , taurus , capricorn , gemini , libra , Aquarius , 3rd house and 2nd house .
𐙚 Pile 3.
Namaste pile 3 ! Let's get with your reading :-
☪︎ The first phase of April will be quite confusing for you , you may feel stuck or confused about the way or any thing you feel . Try not to merge or do many things at a time rather do one thing at a time otherwise you may create a complex mess for yourself . You must have dragged something which needed your logic but you didn't which has led to agony and all thigs that i have discussed above for this mess to be clear get your logical side and do not listen to your heart . You will or need to make some final choice regarding something because the more you will drag and delay the more frustrating and tough it will be for you .
☪︎ In the second phase Of April i see you grabbing some opportunities and starting something new ahead , I feel the second phase without much of any fuss or mess and more clear and stable energy . Just go for what you want and inspires you because qualification needs to be a later thing for you . This will be a small new start .
☪︎ The third phase of April or the last phase will be about getting to know something or some big changes that will be revealed to you as a surprise . The shift in perspective will be coming in for you . From here the universe will set you on something big like really something big and you will be starting by seeing the trailer in your life or within yourself , universe will make you realise something deeply . It feels like a big mission or realising your mission.
𐙚❀˖° Monthly Advice : you had be wise to watch and trust no one at this time. keep yourself to yourself and do not buy into any fears or chaos that's being stirred up around you . you know the truth so stay strong. Still someone vunerable needs you and secret is a being shared .
Be honest with yourself .
Look at the people around you something lies in there .
❀ Prominent Zodiacs and Houses : scorpio , pluto ( planet), leo , aries , saggitaurus , pisces , cancer , 11th house and 7th house .
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norrizzandpia · 6 months
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The Video (LN4)
Summary: Y/n and Lando’s club dancing sends the F1 world into a frenzy.
Warnings: sexual innuendos, sexual conversations, its short im sorry, if you want something more to this storyline lmk in the requests ill prob do it lol
Note: IVE HAD THIS IDEA IN MY HEAD LONG BEFORE I EVEN STARTED WRITING
TWITTER
ln4andop81 how yall feeling after that leaked vid?
- mclarensgirly FIGHTING. FOR. MY. LIFE.
- f1fan2 if i speak.
- ln4andop81 what shall we address first.
- mclarensgirly maybe the GRINDING????
- f1fan2 PLZ I SCREAMED THE WAY HIS HANDS GUIDED HER HIPS 😫😫😫😫
- ln4andop81 THE WHISPERING IN THE EAR???
- mclarensgirly BRUH I JUST KNOW LANDO SAID SOMETHING SO GODDAMN QUESTIONABLE BY THE LOOK OF Y/N’S FACE
- f1fan2 bro literally moved his hands up to the bottom of her boobs and down and then whispered some crazed shit in her ear and i died. THE PERSON WHO FILMED THAT VIDEO I LOVE YOU 😋😋
- ln4andop81 yeah i think its safe to say that lando norizz is definitely a myth.
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y/nnn so about last night.
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mclarensgirly ABOUT LAST NIGHT MY ASS
ln4andop81 girly had a whole video of her grinding on her bf leaked and her response is “about last night”. icon.
landonorris i had fun 😙
- mclarensgirly BYE
- ln4andop81 MANS IS INSANE
- f1fan2 so moral of the story lando basically fucked his gf in public and said “i had fun” NO SHIT
- mclaren dont think you understand the pr situation at hand 😀
- mclarensgirly NOW IM DONE FOR
- ln4andop81 MCLAREN ADMIN IS FIGHTING ON THE FRONT LINES RN
maxverstappen this is why i said to not drink too much
- y/nnn YOU PUT THE DRINKS IN. MY. HAND.
- landonorris i think your exact words were “next round on me?”
- kellypiquet i am afraid babe that you did in fact do and say both of those things
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Mclarenfan22 its the way lando pushes y/ns hips into him so she can be as CLOSE as possible
- circledriving-racers plz when i first saw that vid i rlly didnt think by the end of it i would know what lando looked like when he was clearly feeling some type of way
- ln4andop81 yeah bc the way he threw his head back when she started circling her hips against his spoke VOLUMES
- papayafan it had ME feelin some typa way and i wasnt even the one getting danced on
- ln4andop81 i feel like its prob for the best the vid ended before we could see them separate bc i feel like we wouldve seen LANDO and not lando if yk what i mean 😟
- papayafan a bone-
- mclarenfan22 we would rlly know EVERYTHING abt him at that point
- ln4andop81 im willing to bet a large sum of money (im broke) that hes big
- y/nnn is this where im supposed to “enter the chat”?
- ln4andop81 MAAM.
- mclarensgirly YES. SPILL THE TEA.
- f1fan2 YEAH DO THE PUBLIC A SERVICE AND TELL US ‼️‼️‼️
- y/nnn i think i would like to gatekeep this one girlies 💋💋
-mclarensgirly wow.
- ln4andop81 ill never get over how it girl she is.
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landonorris it was a great night and thats all i have to say abt it
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oscarpiastri UHHHHHHH
mclaren we cant catch a break ever
y/nnn BABE THE SIGN 😭😭
- landonorris i thought it really translated my thoughts 🙏🏻
- mclarensgirly BRO DOESNT GIVE A FUCK GAHDAMN
ln4andop81 so i guess the question rlly is: did the sign become reality?
- landonorris what do you think 🤭
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faetreides · 1 month
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Feral feral Anakin fucking you every second of the day because he can’t get enough of you and is overly obsessed
send me coryo, luke castellan, or anakin asks (this is a threat)
implied canon compliant prequels and childhood friend afab royalty reader (basically in padme's place) based on an upcoming fic
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This is canon Anakin behavior actually, he's like a big dog with his favorite chew toy. The dog obviously loves the toy a lot but it's because of his love that the toy becomes well used. No matter how tattered it becomes, the dog will still curl around it and spend its days licking the hell out of it until it withers away.
I think that because of how he grew up, just a little boy on some ball of sand whose life really didn't belong to him, as soon as he's free from that he just unravels. I love Anakin being written as more unhinged or even slightly like an eldritch horror, because suddenly he has this big destiny laid out in front of him and the tethers holding his soul together inevitably come unhooked. I think that he's wired like that from the beginning, very passionate but without a means to express it.
So, when he meets you, little royal heir with all the stars of the galaxy in your eyes, he tells a familiar story about an angel and from then on, it's over for him. Every moment of his life orbits around the sun in his solar system, you.
The first think he thinks when he sees you again, is how your moans would echo off the windows when he eats you out on one of the couches. Then he imagines your perfectly manicured hands clawing delicious ribbons down his back while he rabidly pounds your sopping wet pussy against the wall of your huge walk-in closet in your apartment. He'd have to hold a hand over your mouth, but he wouldn't do a thing to clean up the slicks that drips out of your pussy onto the floor. You'd pout as you'd rush to get ready before Obi-Wan came back, and all he'd be able to do in response is hook his chin over your shoulder and smile.
"No, it's because I'm so in love with you."
You're leaning against a balcony overlooking a lake in Naboo and all he can think about as he strokes a shy finger down your back is hiking your dress up and bending you over it. You're chained to a pillar in between him and Obi-Wan, and when all is said and done, he wishes he killed everybody that was relishing in your suffering in that arena and fucked you with their blood coating his body. He could go on forever until the last grain of sand on Tatooine flies away. He'd have gotten you barefoot and pregnant immediately if the leash around his neck was any looser.
No matter the fantasy or the moment, you always have at least one mark on you. He's not patient enough for hickies and his fingers move too quickly for any serious bruises to form on your body. He favors bite marks, near perfect impressions of his teeth etched in your soft skin. He doesn't bite to tear, just does his repeated 'chomp!'s without a single thought in his head; your thighs bear the brunt of it. Anakin likes when drops of blood bead at the surface of the bites, because then he can lick the bites soothingly. You usually have to run your fingers through his hair to get him to come back to himself when he starts doing it on autopilot with his eyes rolled back.
"Yes, yes, yessssss.... love fucking my cunt, missed making love to my sloppy pussy. Taking my dick so well, keep breathing with me, my love. That's it, just like that."
His way of saying good morning is languid strokes deep in your guts. His way of saying good night is crazed thrusts that have him putting it back it when his frenzied pace causes his length to slip out. He has is so hard sometimes, determined to carry the entire galaxy on his shoulders with you on top of it. You can the rising anger that builds within him when everything he does to prove himself goes unrecognized. The best way he has to ignore all of that outside responsibility is knocking your sweaty body up the bed while you're clutching the headboard for dear life.
Anakin's emotions bleed from him so openly, and all you have to do is drink them in. Because even though he wasn't free when he met you, you owned him them with his gift around your neck. You own him now, your cervix kissing his mushroom tip in its own display of affection. He is supposed to live his life with the intention to be the force's son, but he is burning to ash faster than he is fulfilling his destiny; at least he can keep you and your future children warm.
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animehideout · 4 months
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LOVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF THEM ALL
PART ONE.
read part 2 here
GOJO SATORU X FEM! READER.
a/n: Here's part one, since all of you voted for Gojo satoru arranged marriage. Once I'm done with this story I'll start writing Long distance relationship x geto suguru.
Let me know if you want to get tagged in the next parts🫶🏻
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"You can use the main bedroom; I won't be home much anyway," Satoru casually said glancing your way.
You silently agreed, carrying your bags to the spacious new bedroom.
The house was fancy; everything looked classy and pricey, but it's Gojo Satoru we're talking about.
You didn't exchange many words. It's your first night together after saying your vows. Still in your wedding dress, changing felt awkward with his intense gaze, so you began unpacking instead.
Leaning against the door frame, he observed you before finally speaking.
"Let's agree on something, okay?" he said.
"Huh? What agreement?" you asked.
"Listen, I have no idea how I ended up in this marriage mess, and I think you feel the same, even though you're the one benefiting. But let me be clear—this marriage isn't real."
"But how the curse will break?—"
"It doesn't matter how. The prophecy said it will so you can save playing as real husband and wife to yourself," he interrupted. "I'm not interested in you, and I don't need to know more about you. I already know enough," he added.
"I'm not interested in you either, and you know it Satoru."you spat.
"Yeah, right. That's why you needed my help." he mocked.
"I DIDN'T. I was fine with not breaking the curse, but my family and the higher-ups insisted for some stupid reasons."
"Yeah, right. STOP LYING. I know you wanted this; otherwise, you could've refused."
"If I had any power to do so, I wouldn't have wasted a second" you glared at him, feeling offended.
"You just confirmed that y/n, I really don't wanna see your face, you can wander this house as much as you want. I'll be in Jujutsu high” he said closing the door forcefully, leaving you all alone.
You removed your dress, changing into comfier clothes.
You were more than relieved that he left, you couldn't stand him anyway or stand his annoying voice. You wanted peace and you finally had it.
You couldn't understand why your family and the higher-ups insisted on breaking your curse, you were completely fine with it. With not being a sorcerer, breaking the curse will only bring a huge responsibility on your shoulders and you'll end up like every one in your family...A jujutsu sorcerer, exorcising curse day and night to help those who can't defend themselves.
Even though you weren't capable of seeing curses, you still could sense them roaming in the space..
It scared you at first, knowing that something is near but you can't do anything about it, unlike your other siblings.
But you grew to accept it and see the whole situation as a blessing not a curse.
But here you found yourself, marrying Gojo Satoru the strongest sorcerer, by an order of both your family and the higher-ups, saying that this bond wouldn't only break your curse that's stopping you from using your Jujutsu but it will also bring a new balance to the jujutsu world.
You're stuck with him, stuck with Satoru. You don't know him well, all what you know is that he's extremely powerful and from what you've seen, he's also a dick and a pain in the ass. Only a few hours in your marriage and he managed to offend the shit out of you.
“its just a matter of time” you said to yourself, while getting under the covers.
The night was truly terrifying for you, you weren't used to spend a night all alone in a big house like this, but it was 100 times better than spending it with Gojo.
So you just shut your eyes, hoping to fall asleep before falling apart.
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•In Jujutsu High•
“Huh Gojo what are you doing here?” asked principal Yaga.
“What?” he answered coldly while shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Its your wedding night, why'd you let your bride alone?”
“Hah bride?” he laughed raising an eyebrow. “And I thought she's the only one being delusional.. I did what all of you wanted, I married her, but thay doesn't mean I wanna live with her” he added.
“But Goj-”
“Sensei- I did my responsibility as the strongest sorcerer for the sake of the jujutsu world.. you can't ask for more”
��but if the higher-ups learn that you'-”
“Well screw the higher ups hehe” he laughed then headed to his room, reserved on Jujutsu high to spend the night away from you.
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homestylehughes · 9 days
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i wanna taste
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pairings: jack hughes x fem!reader
summary: after one sight of y/n, jack has to get a taste.
warnings: smut 18+. oral- fem receiving, dirty talk, cussing, use of pet names. fluff, soft jack.
wc: 1.8k
au: hi loves! im on a writing streak (thank you spring break). im back with some jack smut woooohooooo, i realllllyyyy enjoyed writing this, i hope you guys enjoy. like and reblog if you enjoy<3.
happy reading <3
Rain softly hits the window, the soft light from the lamp in the corner of the living room illuminates the room with a soft glow. 
I've been awake for a few hours, my body waking me up at 5 am, turning over to see that Jack was sound asleep beside me, I decided to get out of bed and start my day.
Settling on the couch with a cup of coffee in my hands along with my book, this is where I've been for the last 3 hours. The book captivated me so much I didn't even check the time until I had finished it. 
The clock read 8:15, I was genuinely surprised Jack wasn't awake yet. His crazy hockey schedule kept him awake and up at odd hours, his body probably needed all of the sleep it could get. 
Getting up to get another cup of coffee, and the second book of the series I’m reading, I settle back into the couch and enter an alternate universe. 
I'm so into my book, that I don't even realize Jack creeping up behind me, wrapping his arms around my neck, nessling his face in my neck, feeling  his warm breath fan my neck. 
“Good morning pretty girl” I hear him say, as his face is still muffled in my neck. 
“Good morning” I say back as I crane my neck up to meet his face, getting a good look at his face for the first time today. 
Taking in his sleepy doe like state, hair a mess, eyes full of sleep, leaving evidence that he just woke up. Sweatpants riding scarily low on his hips, his chest bare, allowing me to rake my eyes over it. 
“Done checking me out pretty girl” he smiles down on me, catching me in the act. “Maybe, i'm not sure yet” i muttered back, my face heating with a slight embarrassment. “How'd you sleep?” I ask him, still looking up at him. “Good, really good. Would have been better if I woke up with you beside me” he says, looking down at me. 
“Sorry baby, I randomly woke up at like 5am. I didn't want to wake you up "I say feeling bad, for leaving him in the bed alone. 
“It's okay, you can make up for it now” he says as he begins to lean down, his lips meeting mine in a soft kiss. The angle makes it a little hard for me to fully kiss him, but I deal with it and push my body up further to meet his kiss. 
Our lips moved in sync for a few more seconds before Jack pulls away, resting his arms on the arm rest behind me, giving me a few seconds to catch my breath. 
“That's a better good morning greeting” Jack says as he's smiling, making his way to the other end of the couch, picking up the blanket that covers my feet and slides under it as he sits down. 
The simple movement probably means nothing to him, but it does to me, seeing him so at peace, and calm makes my heart warm. I'm quickly pulled out of my daydream when I hear Jack's voice.
“Has it been raining all morning?” he asks as he's looking out the window, the rain still hitting the window. 
“Yeah it's been raining since i've been out here” i say “it's very peaceful” he replies back softly. Turning his body back to face mine, “what time is it?” he asks, snuggling himself deeper into the blanket like a child, “9:30” i reply back. 
“Dang i slept in” Jack says with an airy laugh. I laugh softly in response, as I go to pick up my coffee mug to take a drink, to only find that its empty. 
“I'm going to go get more coffee, do you want a cup?” I asked him, raising my back from the couch to get up. 
“Yes please that sounds amazing, thank you pretty girl” he says, moving himself back to a sitting position on the couch. 
“Okay baby, I'll be back” I say as I fling the blanket off my body, not seeing Jack's widened eyes as I turn my back to him as I make my way to the kitchen. 
Making both of our cups of coffee I make my way back to the living room, I feel Jack's eyes on me instantly. 
“Here you go baby” I say, holding the hot cup out to him, “can you place it on the table for me?” he rasps out, as I go to place the mug on the table in front of us, I hear Jack speak again “set yours down too”. I look up at him confusingly as I set both cups down on the table. 
“Are you okay Jack?” I ask him, my eyes locked on his face. “Yeah i'm fine, can you come here please” 
I make my way closer to him, standing in front of the couch where he lays, Jack deciding that isn't close enough for him. He puts his hands on my hips pulling me into his lap. His hands moving to rest on my bare thigh. 
“What are you wearing?” he asks me, looking down at my body, i see nothing wrong with what i'm wearing. “Clothes?” i reply back timidly, still confused on why he's acting like this.
“Your not wearing pants” he says, tracing his hands under my shirt, circling his hands on my practically bare hips, causing my breath to hitch slightly. 
“You're walking around the house in a tiny thong, and a shirt that doesn't even cover your ass completely, and you expect me not to do anything” bringing his face to mine, close enough that I can feel his breath fanning on my face. I swallow before saying “what are you going to do about it?”
Before I know it, Jack smashes his lips to mine. The kiss is hot and wet, his tongue quickly entering my mouth fighting and winning for dominance. My hands in his hair pulling him closer to me, wishing that there wasn’t a blanket separating us. 
I began to rock my hips into his to gain some type of friction, I can feel the dampness between my thighs beginning to grow. 
I pull my lips from his and begin to trail them down his neck, kissing and sucking little love bites in my wake, softly biting his ear as I make my way down. I hear Jack's breathing beginning to pick up, moaning lowly in my ear. 
Just as I'm about to trail my way back to his lips, he pushes me off of him. My back is now hitting the couch. I look up at him breathless, waiting for his next move. 
“I have to taste you pretty girl, I've been dying to do it all morning” Jack says, eyes locked with mine as he pushes the blanket of his body. Making his way between my legs spreading them apart as he rests in between them now. 
Tracing his hands up my bare thighs, his hands sliding under the waistband of my underwear, pulling them down slowly, while keeping his eye contact with me. Once my underwear are completely off me, he throws them somewhere behind him.
Jack begins to kiss up my thighs, alternating between each of my legs. My chest is rising quickly now, I need him to do something soon, the tension is starting to kill me. 
“Pretty pussy is so wet for me” he sighs as he slides his middle finger between my folds before pulling it back out, his finger glistening in front of him before sliding it into his mouth. 
Moaning at the taste, his eyes are on mine. This action alone causes me to moan down at him, shifting my hips closer to his face. 
“Tastes so sweet, pretty girl” he says as he guides his face back down to my pussy. “ I think I wanna have a taste now, is that alright with you, pretty girl?” his eyes searching mine for an answer. “Yes jack, please” I breathlessly say to him. 
Not even a second later, jack is diving into my pussy, his tongue finding my clit instantly. My hands fly into his hair grabbing something to hold on to while jack fucks me with his tongue. 
My moans are beginning to fill up the room, along with the sounds of jack slurping up my pussy, like a man who hasn't had a drink of water in days. 
Taking me by surprise Jack pushes 2 fingers into me, continuing to lap up my clit with his tongue. “Jack fuck” I moan out, pulling his hair even tighter between my fingers, the action causing jack to groan into me, sending chills up my body.
I began to push my hips to meet his tongue and fingers, beginning to feel the coil in my stomach heating up. 
Jack senses that i'm almost there, he thrusts his fingers into me, but curves them just enough so that he hits my g-spot. 
Causing my eyes to roll in the back of my head my body arching off the couch, my hips pushing themselves further into his grasp. 
“Right there fuck jack, please dont stop” I groan out. I reach under my shirt grabbing my right nipple between my hands squeezing it in between my fingers, as my other hand starts needing my left boob. 
“Fuck pretty girl, you look so hot from up there” my breath labors at the sound of jacks rough voice “does it feel good pretty girl?” “fuck, you feel so tight against my fingers, taking me so fucking good like a good girl” he says as he brings his thumb to my clit, rubbing and pinching it hard and fast. 
Incoherent things are falling from my lips at this point, the only thing I'm focused on is jack and the dam in my body that's about to break. 
Before I know it I'm cumming, hard and fast. My orgasm gives me no warning as it begins to wash over my body, hitting me like a tidal wave. 
My moans and “don’t stops” fill the living room, my grip on Jack's hair never loosening. Finally coming down from my high, I try to catch my breath, I open my eyes that make their way down to Jack who's looking at me with wide eyes, and a parted swollen mouth catching his breath. 
Making his way up to me, so that he's now directly on top of me, pushing himself up by his arms. “That was the hottest thing ive ever fucking seen.'' Jack says before capturing his lips with mine. 
Pulling back to look into his eyes, before something catches my attention. The cups of coffee on the table. “I think our coffee is cold,” I say, trying to hold back my laugh.
“I dont give a fuck about that coffee anymore” jack says as he laughs back at me, bringing his lips back to mine mumbling “how about we finish this in the bedroom?” before picking me up and dragging me to our bedroom. The coffee being long forgotten about. 
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ch3rriiii-bunn · 11 months
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All mine♡
Kokushibo my beloved♡
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Warnings: female bodied reader, drunk sex (consent is given before), humor (i think its funny), dom kokushibo, standing up sex (whatever u wanna call it lmao), reader is kokushibos wife🫶🏾 and human, dirty talk from kokushibo, man handling(?)
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Kokushibo disappearing most nights was something he had informed you about from time, since he was in the twelve kizuki and working for a man he couldn't say. Just as you were done washing up and heading to your shared bedroom and saw him sitting on the porch looking at the sky. "You're not being summoned by that man tonight?" You walked closer to kokushibo sitting beside him. "No... "He" does not require my presence tonight, and I already did my other tasks. I assumed you were sleeping already, " he said bluntly.
"Is that so?" You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder "well I was planning on having a drink by myself tonight, but since you're here, why dont you come inside and join me?" You asked, resting your hand on his thigh.
Kokushibo looked at you with a slight blush on his cheeks and wrapped his arm around you're waist "I am a demon.... I won't be nearly as drunk if I have the same amount as you do, " he said. "So you have a whole bottle to yourself then. I'll have my amout, and you have yours, " you chuckled.
Kokushibo was never the one to make fun suggestions when he's with you since his type of "fun" was fighting death battles. So he would agree to whatever ideas you had since he found enjoyment in what you had planned and how much effort you put into your plans with him. Despite him being a literally demon and straightforward, he loves you so much he could never Refus you without good reason.
Once inside, you brought two bottles of sake out holding them in each hand and sat in front of kokushibo. He gave you a questionable look, and you giggled, "Don't worry, I didn't buy this alone. I was with a friend today after work. Come to think of it, I've never seen you drunk. Are you a Cryer?" You teased
"Demons usually get aroused when we drink.. it's been hundreds of years since I've drake sake...so I don't believe it's strong enough to get me to that point, " he said and took the sake bottle, analyzing it in his hand. "Well, if you do, then we can have sex." You giggled "joking" around but looked at kokushibo with puppy eyes. Kokushibo looked at your face and then eyes trailing down your body. "I accept," kokushibo said, making you chuckle at his response.
After 10 minutes, kokushibo had drank the entire bottle and some of yours and sat there in silence, not moving a muscle. "Kokushibo?" Your voice slurred out his name and crawled to him "hey you there? Helloooo, " you said and poked him."y/n.... sake really has changed over the years...." He said, moving his hand to your cheek and then to your ear, playing with it between his fingers.
"Stop it, that tickles!" You laughed, crawling onto his lap to straddle him,"you're ear... it's so cute I could eat it, " he said with all his eyes resting. You looked at him, shocked and a bit scared. "Oh okay, um. Let's not say that since you are a man eating demon, " you chuckled nervously. All of Kokushibo's eyes widened, and he gasped softly but also a bit dramatically. "Oh noo.... no, no. You are a human whom I'd never eat... never eat, " he said, still playing with your ear, but this time sticking his finger inside your ear.
"Don't do that either!" You slap his hand away but held it intertwining your fingers with his laughing hard."My god, you're so out of it, aren't you!?" You said and kissed his hand and looked at kokushibo. After looking at each other in silence, kokushibo couldn't help the smile curling from his lips and started to chuckle, eventually turning into low keep laughs.
This is the first time you're seeing your husband laugh, let alone smile. You couldn't help but laugh along with him, loving the feeling of him being relaxed and comfortable with you. Kokushibo hugged you tightly, and you did the same while rubbing his back. "I love you," kokushibo said. "I'm.... happy I found a human like you." He said not only drunk but actually coming from his heart, and you give him a kiss."I love you too, silly. That's why we are married, " you giggled
"I am not silly." kokushibo slurs his words and kisses you back but more passionately and slowly moves both hands to your ass. You placed both hands on his face, kissing back with tounge, letting out small "mhms." Kokushibo pulled back, breathing heavy. "It looks like I was wrong.... I did get aroused" he said taking your hand and places it over his cock "but I can't help but lust for you" he said "then take me" you said teasing his tip with your thumb
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"Y/n, I told you to stay still. You'll fall if you don't" kokushibo said while flicking his tounge your clit while holding your waist keeping you still. "Kokushibo- It's too much! I'm getting close, " you moaned, grabbing onto his hair to push your pussy more onto his mouth. Kokushibo sucks on your clit and thrusts his fingers inside your wet pussy and made sure to curly them in the right places, making you cum on his fingers seconds later.
You rest your body against the wall and look at kokushibo out of breath "kokushibo I can't stand anymore," you said with shaking legs. Kokushibo licks his fingers clean and then starts to kiss up your body. "I was not planning to make you stand any longer," be said, grabbing both your legs and picking you up. You gasped in the moment, underestimating how strong your demon husband is. Kokushibo used one of his hands to hold your whole body and the other hand on his cock rubbing his tip on your hole "hold on to me" he whispers "I can't hold back. I want to fuck you until you're screaming" he said and puts its in making you let out a squeal.
Kokushibo groaned, grabbing your ass tightly with both hands. "I have not been taking care of my gorgeous wife, haven't I? You're so tight" he said thrusting his cock slowly yet deep inside you at frist "I apologize. I'll make you feel so good, trust me. " kokushibo moans low in your ear and starts fucking you missionary style while making your whole body bounce on his cock.
You held onto kokushibo tightly, letting out loud moans and screams of pleasure in between with glossy eyes from how deep he is inside you, hitting your spot more aggressively. "I love your beautiful voice, ngh- haa~ and that fucked out face you make for me" kokushibo moans thrusting his hips faster "you're so close I can feel your pussy sucking me in, needing to cum all over my cock.... mhm, am i wrong?".
You nod you're head yes in reply "kokushibo, kokushibo please I need to cum. Don't stop, " you begged and kissed him, moaning in his mouth.
You could tell he was close too from his soft whimpers in the kiss and eyes squeezing shut. You felt his thick cock pound your pussy harder until kokushibo let out a long hum in the kiss filling you up with his cum while you having an orgasm around the same time.
The next day came around with the hours passing by, and kokushibo had to be summoned by "that man" again. Kokushibo pet your head and then cups your cheek. "I'll be back soon," he said, and you nodded with a smile.
Kokushibo rubbed his thumb on your cheekbone and leaned down to your ear. "You seem different somehow. Can you still feel me inside you, darling?" He asked with his other hand on your hip, making you hide your face in his palm and nod yes to answer his question.
Kokushibo grinned and kissed your forehead. "I see" He said and disappeared into the night
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strawberryforks · 2 months
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drunk fools to lovers // jj maybank x reader
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summary: a drunken hookup has a bettering ending than anyone expected (terrible summary but i’m exhausted)
warnings: swearing, allusions to sex (nothing too crazy i still have no clue how to write smut), underaged drinking
word count: 1098
the first thing that registered in your mind was that the light was too bright and someone needed to shut it off. the hand you draped over your eyes was reflex just like what you shouted, when hands started pounding against your door, trying to knock it down or at the very least get your attention—which they had. “shut the fuck up!” you screamed in response. your head was throbbing, mind lagging behind, and thoughts still suspended in whatever liquid you’d drank way too much of the night before. fuck, you felt like you were the door. “jesus! alright, alright, i’m coming,” you groaned and shoved at the comforter. it wouldn’t budge. you kicked a bit, winding your legs up, because they were trapped. trapped under a blanket, trapped—someone groaned.
awareness returned, your hand stopped covering your eyes. fingers kneaded into the mattress as you pushed yourself up, bending at the stomach. you looked down at yourself first—missing your bra and no doubt panties, and with a boy in your bed, quite literally on top of you. it wasn’t the forst time this had happened and probably wouldn’t be the last, but the embarrassment slammed into you like a wave anyways. the kind that would knock you from your board and bully you underwater for awhile… fuck, you weren’t proud, but this was… it was manageable. the knocking never ceased but you were getting used to the pounding. if the door didn’t break becore you figured out what mistake you’d taken home with you, you’d be fine. john b was a protective bastard but he wouldn’t have to know. push the nameless one-night-stand out your window and be done with it. yeah, that would work.
looking down at the mess of blonde hair, you prod the boy. your eyes are still blurry, your head still hurts but unfortunately, the light you need turned off is the fucking sun, and you’ll have to deal with it for another 12 hours. “hey,” you whisper. “hey. wake up. you gotta go.”
the figure who’s figure you take the time to admire groans again. ringed fingers swipe through their hair, messing it further, as you shove harder. “my brother’s going to kill you if you don’t get out of here. kill, as in… murder.” there’s not many other ways you can explain this but the boy seems to finally understand. he startled, and when he lifted his head up, your eyes met and fuck. woah, okay. it was jj. jj maybank.
your jj. your brother’s bestfriend jj. that jj.
your brother really was going to kill him.
now you’re panicking.
“y/n i swear! let me in or i will kick down this door!” your brother threatens.
“i’m fine john, shit! give me a minute to get dressed!” you’re staring at your brother’s bestfriend with wide eyes but at least you’re not lying. you get up, scramble to put on an oversized t-shirt, and make crazy gestures with your hands.
jj, like you, is freaking out. he’s slipping on his shirt, putting on his boxers and then jumping into a pair of sweats. he looks good, really good, and your tongue darts out to wet your lip. you can see how this happened—what you can’t see is where to go from here. ���oh my god oh my god.”
you’re nodding, agreeing, because this is crazy and unexpected and you’re not sure that either of you remember what went down last night. goddamn keggers.
“the window!” you’re whisper-hissing, helping him hoist it open and holding it that way as he crawls out. “we’ll talk about this,” he tells you while you all but chant “go, go, go.”
then you’ve got to open the door. to face the music. “hey john… couldn’t have been a bit quieter?”
“its lunch time, y/n/n.” he peers around you, into your room, as if not truly believing your alone and okay. “and you were wasted last night. i had to make sure you weren’t lying dead in a puddle of vomit”
“yeah, yeah. you’re not one to shirk your brotherly duties. did you happen to make breakfast?”
“eggs and bacon, plus, i made you some of that vitamin c drink you swear by.”
“you’re the best,”
“i know.”
john b leaves, he and jj hangout, as always, and then, a few hours later all of the pogues are meeting up to go surfing. john b, kie, and pope are in the water while you’re hanging back on the beach. jj jogs over to you—he’s been trying to find an opening to talk to you and now is as good as any. unfortunately for him, you’ve had hours to overthink. hours and hours to myll over the fact that you finally slept with your crush and didn’t even remember it aside from some day-after-aching. you’ve had hours to agonize over the fact that he doesn’t want you, doesn’t remember you, and probably can’t stand to be around you anymore. after all, you had to have embarrassed yourself. drunkenly professed your love or something crazy.
“jay i’m so so sorry.” you rush out, “that was a mistake, a drunk mistake, and we can pretend that nothing happened—no one has to know and i swear i won’t tell my brother.” your words spill everywhere, fast and full of panic. you can’t lose a friend and you can’t make things awkward withing the group. no-pogue-on-pogue-macking was like, the one rule, and you went and broke it.
jj isn’t wearing a shirt and that isn’t good because having this conversation, you need to focus on his face, how he’s reacting, and responding. his arms are crossed over his chest and he doesn’t look mad—he looks confused, maybe? worried? “is that what you want?”
“is that what i want?” you echo
“because it’s not what i want, but i can respect it, if you’re sure. i’ll have made an ass out of myself because i spent the afternoon begging john b to let me take you out on a date—“
“we’re going on a date? you asked john? for permission?”
jj smiles, almost shyly, and palms the back of his neck. “it felt like the right thing to do.”
you laugh, smile lightning up the sky, and brightening his entire day. “jesus jj, we’re going on a date, not getting married.”
he wraps you in his arms, hugs you tight. his hands are on your lower back, yours are wrapped around his neck, one threaded through his hair, “but we will someday.”
“yeah?”
“yeah. the most sure about anything i’ve ever been.”
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Life in the City 4
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bad friends, creep behaviour, abuse of power dynamics, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You move to the big city and find yourself swallowed up by its chaos.
Characters: Clark Kent, Thor Odinson, short!reader
Note: I think I'm addicted to thick men.
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Tuesday sees a new block in your calendar. The three hour meeting stands out in the internal calendar as its highlighted bright yellow. You don’t know where it’s come from. You’re nervous.
Have you done something wrong? Is this a firing? Does that really take three hours?
You try not to let your innate insecurity get the best of you. You click on it but the new window offers little more than the time. All participants are hidden and there’s no description aside from ‘meeting’. The only other information is the conference room number. Right, so you’re going to implode in the hour leading up to it.
You try to focus but the Excel lines are much tighter than usual. They seem to blur together as you file through a thousand different possibilities and none of them are good. What do you do if you are in trouble? If you do lose your job? You have nothing to fall back on.
You get up ten minutes from the start of the meeting. The building is still new to you and you have to check the placards on the wall to make sure you’re at the right conference room. The door is already open and you slow down as you see Tony strut through ahead of you. This definitely seems off. He’s one of the top execs…
What if it’s a mistake? What if you were added by accident? Maybe you misunderstood it. Maybe it was a notice to stay away. Oh, you’re so confused.
You enter the room and hug your notebook to your chest. The table against the far wall is arranged with trays of catering; pastries, fruits, veggies, quiche, all sorts of delights. Alongside the treats are coffee and tea and a frosty jug of water.
Tony helps himself to a cup of coffee and several tarts. Several other seats are already filled. You vaguely recognise them, not all by name, but you know they’re from various departments. You sit at the table and lay your notebook down, nervously gripping the spiral as you flick your thumb against the tip of the pen slid within.
No one else seems to notice you. They all know each other and chatter among themselves. Five including you. Not very many at all. You wait, wondering who called the meeting as no one seems in a hurry to begin.
The door clicks but you’re the only one who hears it as they rest or deep in conversation. You peek over as Thor strides to the head of the table, stopping behind the high-backed chair.
“I hope you all helped yourselves to the wonderful treats,” he smiles, “don’t mind me as I grab a few before we begin.”
He carries on to the trays and you look down at your notebook. You open it to the first blank page and slide your pen free of the coil. You wiggle it between your fingers as you wait. Surely, it can’t be disciplinary. There’s food and Tony is one of the top guys.
Thor returns, a healthy mound of sweets and fruits on his plate and a steaming cup in the other. He sits and pushes his shoulders wide, sighing as he peers up and down the table. You shrink down as you sit at the opposite end.
“Well, we are all here,” he declares, drawing the silence of the rest. They all turn their attention on him. “I think some of you already know why I’ve brought you here but we have lots of time to get filled in. We’ll be taking breaks of course but we won’t waste time, yes?”
“Yes, sir,” your voices reply out of turn.
“We will be working on a very special project. It’s big news that we’ve acquired Onyx Row and it’s all well and good to put a pretty bow on it and send out a release, but we have to handle all that background noise. We have to figure out how that works,” he explains. 
You’re almost hypnotised by his voice and the way he moves his hands as he speaks. He’s so confident and carefree. You envy him as much as you admire him.
“You have all been handpicked to take this on,” he pauses to look at each and every one of you. “We need a strong team. We’ll have new clients to take it and to retain, we’ll have new profits but new expenses as well, and we have a lot to learn about OR. We all know things are not always transparent in acquisitions.”
There’s a murmur of agreement as you stay silent. You’re still not sure you’re supposed to be here. You don’t have very much experience, just a certificate you got at the end of your degree. You chew your lip as you stare down the table, suddenly caught in the sights of another.
Thor’s blue eyes meet yours and his cheek dimples. You blanch and make yourself sit straight. You uncap your pen and quickly scribble in your notebook; Onyx Row. 
“Today’s strategy planning,” Thor says, “we’ll toss some ideas around until the first break, then after that, we’ll come up with a ladder.” He stacks his hands over and over as he talks, “figure out how we climb it. Step by step.”
There’s typing on keyboards. You regret not unhooking your laptop but your notebook’s just as good for notes. Tony leans backs as he chews a quiche, crumbs dusting down his jacket.
“Stark, why don’t you write something down, eh? You’re not here for a free meal.”
“That’s what you think,” Tony scoffs playfully but lets his chair snap straight and taps on his touch pad to wake up the laptop.
“Right then,” Thor stands, “I’ve a brief presentation to get us started before we start brainstorming.”
Your stomach swims. The displacement remains but at least you’re supposed to be there. Even if you’re not sure you’re the right choice. Everyone else in the room is a veteran and you’re just you. That’ll have to do.
Or maybe you’ll just show yourself to be a total noob.
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At the midpoint of the meeting, several new trays are added to the spread. It’s a lot for six people. You finally get up to grab a tea, steeping a bag of green in hot water, then take a small triangle of a tuna sandwich and a few pieces of fruit back to your seat. Despite the ice breakers round, you’re still shut out of the clique-like conversation of the others.
You don’t mind so much. Talk for business, nothing else. This is work. Besides, you’re so anxious you don’t know what you would say. You chalk it up as much to your own inaction as to their blatant exclusion.
The empty chair to your other side rolls back, frightening you as Thor sets down another plate of goodies and sits. You gulp and look at him as you quit your nibbling of the sandwich crust. You clear your throat and wipe your fingers on a napkin.
“Sir,” you greet with a cringing smile, “hi, er.”
“Thor will do,” he assures coolly, “are you enjoying the food?”
“Um, yeah,” you answer, trying to brighten up out of your cocoon, “it’s good.”
“Feel free to have more. There’s plenty to go around.”
“Thank you, that’s… I’m good,” you press your thumb to your index and bend and unbend your knuckle nervously.
“Tea?” He muses as he reaches to flick the small tap dangling from your cup.
“Mhm,” you nod awkwardly, “coffee burns my tum–stomach.”
He smiles broadly, “ah, mine too, but I’m stubborn.” He leans his elbow on the table, his chair turned to face you entirely, “are you nervous?”
Your eyes give you away as they widen at his blunt question. You dip your chin again, “a little. I… you know I only just started, right?”
“Yes, but you have your qualifications,” he insists.
“Yeah, uh, but…” you glance around at the others.
“But, I have faith in you. As I said, I picked every person in this room. You included. I know that new minds are as valuable as more experienced ones.”
“Well, er, thank you for taking a chance on me,” you bit your cheek and force a smile.
“You know, if no one had ever taken a chance on me, I might not be sat here with you right now,” he leans in just slightly, “everyone deserves their chance to prove themselves. I have faith in you, and what about you?”
“What about me?” Your cheeks wobble.
“Do you have faith in me?” He rests his chin in his hand, watching you intently.
“Y-yes, sir, uh, Thor,” you crackle out, “thanks, I…”
“Good,” he praises and sits up, “I’ll let you finish your food, if you don’t mind that I stay and do the same.”
He swivels the chair and picks up a cracker from his plate. You hum in acquiescence, barely able to muster words. The only permission he needs is your nervous reach for your tea. As if you would tell him to go. He’s the boss.
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You’re finally let free but you don’t feel as much. You have so much more to do now. You carry with you the folder handed out to each member of the room with an exhaustive overview of your session and the Onyx Road contract. 
You sit at your desk and take a moment to situate yourself. This is your priority. Everything else is second tier. That’s as much as Thor said but what are you going to do about Dawn breathing down your neck?
You fix the loose button on your cardigan that comes undone now and again, right at the worst spot; the middle. You pull the bottom straight and clear your throat, signing into your computer as you rejig back to work mode. 
As you shuffle through the emails you received in your absence, a figure approaches. You delete a redundant communication before you face them. You expect Dawn but instead, an all too familiar face looks down at you. Sitting, Thor seems to tower over you even more than usual. You feel like you should stand as he bends his neck to talk to you.
“I did forget to mention some things early. As you can expect, some details slip through the cracks in such a big project,” he spreads his hand on the corner of your desk.
“Oh, okay,” you grip the arms of your chair as you peer up at him.
“IT will be around to help connect to the shared drives required for the project,” Thor explains as he leans on one foot, hooking the other over it. “You will be dealing with some very important documents. Confidential so you will also need to relocate…” he looks around briefly, “you will be moved to a private office.”
“Uh, wow, that’s… okay,” you nod with a flutter of lashes.
“It’s a lot, I know, but you will be compensated. At special projects rate, no less,” he intones as he drags his hand up his suit jacket and curls his fingers around his lapel. His fingers are so thick. All of him is. And big. You’re getting vertigo just looking up at him. “You be in your new home by the end of the day.”
“Today?” You ask, almost breathless.
“Yes, we move fast around here,” he grins, “but I also wished to tell you that should you require any support, you will come to me. Your supervisor has been informed of your reassignment and your daily duties will be handed out to your colleagues for the duration of this project.”
“Uh huh,” you croak out, “that makes sense.”
“You understand, this is a big assignment. It could require late nights and… business trips.”
“Yes,” you lie. You really hadn’t considered that. In the contract you signed, it was for a desk, there was no travel, no overtime.
“Another matter for us to deal with. Travel pay, extra hours…” he drones as if bored.
“I understand,” you murmur.
He drops his hand to frame his hip, pushing back his jacket as he stays leaned against your desk. His eyes stick to you as they storm in mystery, “I like that sweater. It’s cute.”
You look down at the flower embroidery and your cheeks singe. Compared to him and the other execs, you were a touch underdressed. That’ll probably need to change too.
“Uh, yeah, I…” you fix the loose button again, “sorry, I’ll… I’ll buy a blazer.”
“I mean it,” he drags his hand from the desk and stands straight, “don’t buy the blazer, that suits you better.”
You crane your neck to look up at him again, “thanks, sir,” you fold your hands in your lap, “I… like your tie.”
You immediately want to disappear as the words trickle out. You sound so stupid. He touches his blue grey tie patterned with white paisley and examines it.
“Not one of my favourites, but thank you,” he chuckles. “Right,” he snaps his fingers, “much work to do. For both of us.” He shifts back on his sole, “don’t forget what I said, if you need anything, I’m your man.”
He winks and spins on his heel. You watch him go as tension raises your shoulders. That was awkward and painful. You’re already doubting your place in this whole thing. Before you can turn your chair back to your desk, you don’t miss the errant gazes in your direction. You ignore them as best you can but they sear into your back. You have witnesses to your humiliation, great.
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russos-ventitre · 6 months
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leah williamson x reader | first steps ❤️‍🩹
✘ summary: its leah first day running post-acl surgery and she's upset you're not able come, but viv, beth, and laura have a surprise for her
✘ warnings/tags: fluff, boyfriend!leah, leah's first day back (fully)
✘ words: 1756
a/n: requested by anon
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"Babe! Come on! You're gonna be late for your first day back!" You shouted from the kitchen, preparing her a packed lunch with a cute little note tucked inside.
"Nearly done!" The blonde shouted in response, quickly tying her headband in place before running down the stairs mere seconds after you'd shouted her.
"Here." She panted, standing in front of you as you handed her lunch, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.
"Seriously.. again with the headband..?" You questioned, crossing your now free hands across your chest as you stared up at her forehead.
"Yeah.. keep my fringe out of me eyes." The defender smiled smugly.
"Uh huh.. that's why all of it is dangling past.." You quipped, hearing a groan from the taller woman.
"Are you sure you're not able to come..?" Leah asked quietly, tugging at the hem of your shirt as she tilted her head down to your height.
"No babe.. I'm sorry. I can't miss this meeting with my boss, it's really important." You lied, hoping that the taller woman wouldn't notice the glint in your eyes that suggested that.
"..but.." You continued, hands grabbing onto her training kit, tugging her close.
"..I'll make it up to you when you get home, yeah?" You winked, seeing a smile curl at the corners of the blonde's lips.
Leah bit her bottom lip looking down at you, one hand coming to rest on your hip. "You mean like show me how proud you are..?" She raised her brows suggestively, pulling you closer.
"Oi, no.. keep it in your pants Williamson.." You grumbled, seeing her start to laugh.
"God you can be such a teenage boy sometimes.. all horny and smelly.."
"Hey! I do not smell!” She groaned.
“Not denying the horny bit..” You elbowed her, pushing her in the direction of the front door. 
The defender let out a annoyed sigh, grabbing the handle and turning to face you.
“You better keep your promise..” She pouted, jutting her lower lip out as she gave you the saddest eyes possible in hopes to make you feel guilty.
“I will Lee, promise.” You held onto her shoulder as you stepped on your tip-toes to reach her lips.
"Have fun today, alright? I love you."
"I love you more, seeing you after training." She hummed, walking over to her car and driving off.
You quickly shut the door, pulling out your phone to text the girls.
[y/n] [6:45]: guys shes left!!
beffy [6:45]: viv and ill come pick you up in a few mins
beffy [6:45]: just need to grab our kitbags
laura [6:46]: im so excited!!
[y/n] [6:46]: me too lau :))))
You hurried to your bedroom, changing out of your 'work clothes' and swapping into one of Leah's old arsenal jerseys, feeling it consume your entire torso and nearly reach your knees. It felt like a warm hug. Your phone buzzed in your pocket.
beffy [6:49]: she has no idea right?
[y/n] [6:49]: nope
[y/n] [6:49]: she still thinks that the meeting is happening even though my boss informed us last week that it was being rescheduled
laura [6:50]: [y/n]! youre evil 🥺
[y/n] [6:50]: i knowwww 🤭
You put your phone away and rushed around the house to gather a few necessities, coat, boots, and keys.
viv [6:54]: we're here
‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎[y/n] hearted your message.
You ran out of your flat to be greeted by your two favourite people, both of them waving at you and Viv honking the horn as she waited for you to enter her car.
"Hi, guys!" You waved back, rushing into her car as she drove the three of you to training.
"You sure she won't notice?" Viv asked, looking at you through the rearview mirror.
"Yeah of course. That's why I asked if you guys could drive me so she won't recognise my car." The couple now 'ohing' as it finally clicked.
"Yeah, that makes sense." Beth replied.
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You all arrived to training a few minutes late, Jonas completely aware of the antics that M&M had planned, distracting Leah from their noticeable absence. You decided to stay inside for a bit, watching from one of the windows.
"Alright, ladies it's time to run some drills." He clapped his hands together, seeing all the girls gather around. He put all of the girls into pairs, having Leah be paired with the Physio. Beth and Viv sneaking into the group of girls, hoping that the taller woman wouldn't notice their quiet appearance.
"Hey, Leah, take it easy today, try not to get to frustrated with yourself." The blonde gave her a light pat on the shoulder, seeing her nod in response. The defender walked over to the side with the Physio, listening to her instructions.
"I'm just going to examine how your body reacts to a few of these stretches and if everything looks good you'll be cleared and allowed to train with the other girls. You'll still have to take it easy though and you'll have to be checked again after training to see if your healing hasn't been disrupted." The Physio cautioned, standing beside as they both began stretching together.
Leah did as she was told, copying all of the stretches that she had asked her to do as a part of protocol. Trying her hardest not to overwork herself and make her already injured knee worse. She desperately wanted to be kicking the ball around the pitch with the other girls and playing a 5 v 5 right now but she had to focus on the here and now.
After an hour of training and a few short breaks, you snuck your way outside, ducking behind the stands as you secretly watched Leah from afar. She was eating the food that you made her, catching her cheeky smile from the little love letter you wrote her.
hey babe,
im so proud of you. youve come so far and it makes my heart so happy to know that my girl is going to be back on the pitch again playing for her childhood team. youve done amazing my love, you should be so proud of yourself.
love, [y/n] xx
Jonas joined you from your hiding spot, giving you a hug. He was happy to see you there supporting her.
"Oh! Hey! how's she been?" You asked.
"Yeah, good. Really good, shes been making a lot of good progress with the Physio."
"Will she be running today with the rest of them?"
"If everything goes well, definitely." He smiled proudly.
That's my Lee.
You began to stare at your blonde lover a little too hard, noticing how her eyes were wandering around the pitch as she happily ate her ham sandwich, her eyes nearly landing on you. You jumped back, lightly bumping into Jonas as you were worried she nearly saw you.
"S-Sorry, thought I was spotted there."
"It's alright, although I should probably leave before things get too suspicious." He gave you a little wave before making a swift exit.
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Leah walked over to the side to grab her water, chugging as she listened to the Physio explain her results.
"Your body seemed to react really well to all of those stretches, so I'm clearing you for the day. Go have fun out there with your friends, kid." The older woman gave her a light pat on her shoulder before walking over to find Jonas to discuss her progress.
You watched as Leah took her first steps onto the pitch, kicking the ball that was sent her way as she practiced some drills. After a few touches of the ball, you snuck your way onto the pitch, hiding behind Viv, Beth, and Laura. You stuck your fingers in your mouth and wolf-whistled in her direction.
"Hey good lookin'." Revealing yourself from behind the group, arms waving in her direction.
The blonde turned her head, confused as she recognised your voice. Her eyes immediately lighting up as she found you wearing her old kit as you stood next to Viv, Beth, and Laura who were on the side.
"What are you doing here? I thought you had a meeting." Leah asked, pulling you into a tight hug, holding you close in her arms.
"Yeah well.. plans change. Plus, how could I miss a moment like this?" You nuzzled your face into the blonde's neck, feeling her melt as your nose brushed against her skin.
Viv, Beth, and Laura all watched as you both shared a quiet moment together, Viv recording, and Laura just crying.
"I love my parents." She sobbed, feeling a supportive hand from Beth as she patted her on the shoulder, eventually crying in the blonde's arms. "I know.. I know Laura.." She hushed, patting her on the head as she smiled back at you both.
You pulled away slightly to press a soft kiss to the taller woman's lips. "Go on.. go have some fun, don't let me stop you."
Leah blushed as you caressed her face, melting into your touch before nodding. "You're staying, yeah?"
"I'll be right here, cheering you on." You smiled, feeling her pull you in for a second kiss. She sent you a final smile before pulling away to continue her drills with the ball, your hand lightly tapping her on the arse as she ran back to her spot.
You walked your way back to the other girls, feeling Beth drag you into the tight hug that she had Laura in and eventually swinging her arm out for Viv to join, who begrudgingly did after a few seconds.
"Thanks, girls."
"Anytime, [y/n/n]." Beth murmured, squishing the four of you closer together.
You watched as your girlfriend ran her drills, feeling a sense of pride at how hard she had worked to finally reach this moment. You caught her smiling at you at any given opportunity, giving you shy waves before continuing dribbling the ball and making some passes. It was clear that she missed doing this, and she couldn't be happier doing it whilst you were there. Giving her the opportunity to show off a bit and steal kisses from you every now and then as she ran past you. Your cheeks shining a bright red that matched the jersey adorned to your chest, your heart feeling full at the sight of your lover doing what she loves the most. This was the happiest she had been in a long time.
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wroetojaw · 7 months
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Hello! 🤍 Could you write something about Ethan making a risky comment about reader and Harry, her boyfriend, gets mad at him and so? ❤️‍🩹🤭
JEALOUSY HAS A SILVER LINING | W2S
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tags: fluff, w2s x reader
warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol, just a teeny weeny but of violence, some steamy(??) moments, beware guys!!
a/n: thank you guys for all of the support sending love to everyone hope you guys are well!! <3
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"Harry I swear, if you make me late to my own birthday party I'm breaking up with you." You said jokingly, with just a little bit of truth behind your words. He had insisted that you stayed over at his place the night before so that you guys could go to your party together. Your friends had put in alot of effort into planning the party for you and you did not want to be late.
Your boyfriend sheepishly promises that he is almost done getting ready and kisses your cheek hurriedly to 'calm' you before rushing back into his room. And it did calm you down just a little but you would never tell him that.
"Alright alright I'm done! We can g....woah," Harry says, suddenly stopping mid sentence. You were wearing the dress he bought for you on your 2nd anniversary. It was a gorgeous gorgeous black mini dress and god did you look good. "Okay let's go hurry," you rushed, trying to get out of the house on time, before you felt your boyfriend's hands grab your waist, pulling you back.
He kisses you, mumbling under his breath about how beautiful you looked. His mouth started making its way to your neck, leaving a faint-ish bruise before you finally 'came back to your senses'. You put your hands on his chest, gently pushing him away. "We're going to be late," you muttered, feeling flustered after what had just happened. He tries to persuade you into staying behind for awhile. You were considering it but before you let yourself 'fall into his trap', you quickly backed away, grabbing his car keys and pulling him out the door.
When you guys arrived, almost everyone was already there. The moment you stepped into the club, you felt all eyes on you. Even the strangers in the club were looking at you and boy did Harry not like it. He instinctively wrapped his arm around you, hoping the other people would take a hint and back off. He knew you could handle your own if you really felt harassed and needed to fight a bitch, but he would strongly prefer to help you if he had a choice.
As soon as he saw that most of the strangers had looked away and continued doing their own things, he lowered his guard and let go of your waist. You guys made your way over to the VIP booth your friends had reserved and were immediately greeted with open arms.
Freya, Talia, and Faith, the people who had planned the party, were the first few people to greet you and wish you happy birthday. Of course you had other friends outside the Sidemen girlfriends, but you felt the closest to them. After all, you guys have been going out together at least once a week while the Sidemen filmed their videos.
"Y/N you look gorgeous as always! If I wasn't married then, I would have snatched you from Harry." Faith teases, giving the stink eye to Harry, who returns one back before continuing his conversation with the guys. You laugh in response, giving her a tight hug.
You went to mingle and talk to the other guests, and it wasn't long before almost everyone was at least a little drunk. The few who stayed sober were the ones driving everyone home (because we don't condone drunk driving), including your boyfriend, Simon, JJ, but that was only because he was in a diet for his upcoming boxing match, and Faith.
The thing is, when you're even the slightest amount of drunk, just like your boyfriend, you have absolutely no filter. So when equally drunk Talia brought up the 'bruise' on your neck, you couldn't help but tell her what or more so who it came from. When you started revealing more and more intimate details is when Harry quickly cut you off. However, you just ignored him and continued running your mouth.
Now this is where disaster happens. Obviously drunk behz started talking about how good you looked today and before Faith could stop him or slap some sense into him, he said "If I were Harry, I would have wanted to fuck her today too." And then Harry slapped some sense into him. With his first.
Ethan immediately sobered up after that and started apologizing to all three of you guys, you, Harry and Faith. The atmosphere after that had immediately changed. Tobi and Josh immediately went to Ethan to check if he was alright, Simon and JJ came over and tried to calm Harry down, while your friends came over to check on you. Luckily it was about the end of the party so everyone said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.
Ethan and Faith were the last to leave, Ethan still apologizing for what he said. You and Faith both tried to get Harry to talk to Behz, but he stubbornly refused. You asked him to at least let Behz apologise and eventually he agreed, so you and Faith gave them some space to talk it out, while staying around just incase one of them does something stupid.
Eventually, they made up and you made them hug it out. Ethan apologized once again for his words and swore that he would never do anything that stupid ever again. You accepted his apology and hugged him and Faith before you guys went your separate ways.
The ride home was more then just awkward. There was something bothering Harry but you just couldn't figure out what it was. When he drove past your house and headed on the route back to his home, it only piqued your curiosity even more.
When you guys arrived at his house, he turned in his seat to face you. He pulled you in for a long kiss, and only stopped when you needed air. "Move in with me," he says, dead serious. You were shocked. Of course you guys have talked about the future with each other but the last discussion you guys had, Harry said that he was nowhere near ready to move in together. Granted that discussion was a year ago but still, he hadn't ever brought up moving in together since.
"Harry are you sure about this? The last time you," You started off but before you could finish your sentence, he cut you off saying, " I know, I said I wasn't ready, but honestly I've been ready for awhile, I just didnt know how to bring it up. And today, hearing other people express interest in you that fucking killed me and it just made me realise even more that I want to be the only guy in your life if you'll let me. So please move in with me?"
"You don't have to ask me twice." You say as you pull him in for a kiss.
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mxqdii · 7 months
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OMG NOW THAT U SAY THAT PLEASE WRITE A MATT OR CHRIS FIC BASED ON I CAN SEE U😻😻
i can see you - c.s
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pairings: chris sturniolo x reader
summary: reader suddenly develops feelings for chris sturniolo (based off of t.s song 'i can see you')
warning(s): fluff, mutual pining, kissing.
not proofread
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i've been friend's with the triplets for as long as i can remember.
but lately things have been different.
"this is bad, this is really bad alahna" i say with the phone up to my ear, ranting to my best friend
"okay calm down, it's chris, you know chris, you gotta tell him" she says and i let out a shakey breath
"alahna i-" i start but get interrupted
"y/n, you and i both know you guy's have always been something a little more than friends, its obvious, now tell him how you feel." she prys.
the call ends shortly after that, leaving me time to think about what alahna was saying.
i've never seen chris like that, right?
i've always thought of him as a friend, i just feel like now i can see him, like my eyes have been opened.
my thoughts are interrupted with my phone vibrating, seeing a text from chris.
great.
chris: yo, we're going to see a movie and you're coming, i already bought your ticket.
y/n: fine but only if you pick me up
chris: i always do princess
my eyes widen at the last message, princess?
calming myself down at that comment that got me way too flustered, i tell myself it was a joke and start getting ready for the movies.
for some reason, for the first time in forever, i put thought into what i wear.
i take the time to look good, which is odd considering it's just the triplets.
i mean, ive known them since i was 6, what's with the desire to 'dress to impress" now?
the doorbell rings and i jump
shit they're here.
i open the door with shakey hands, being met with nick, letting out a breath of relief knowing chris is in the car
a breath i didn't know i even had in.
"heyy- wait what's wrong" he asks and i groan
"don't worry about it, lets go" i say, grabbing his wrist dragging him back to the car.
"helloooo guys thank you for the ride" i say with a smile to cover up the fact that i'm dying at the sight of chris.
the car ride goes faster then expected, not much talking being done considering nick had his playlist on blast the whole ride.
nick saves me once again.
"okay me and matt will get the tickets you and chris get snacks" nick says to me.
i officially take back every good thing i've ever said about nick
"okay" i say, feeling the dryness in my throat
what the hell is wrong with me, i am too nervous around chris and i've never even felt this way before today??
what is happening.
"hey" chris says snapping me out of my trance
"hm?" i hum in response
"you're quiet, what's up?" he asks and i ponder as we wait in line.
"well, i- i don't know i've just been feeling different towards something" i try to explain and he nods in confusion
"okay.. care to explain a bit?" he pry's and i sigh
"chris i-" i start as i'm interrupted
"hello! what can i get for you two today" the concessions girl says
"a gun" i mumble and chris nudges me
"right! snacks... uh, i'll get a blue raspberry slushy" i say
"what did matt and nick want?" i ask chris and he orders for them
"then just a cherry slushy for me and that'll be all" he says smiling making my heart flutter
i reach into my purse searching for my wallet
"that's funny y/n" chris says making me look up
"what?" i ask
"you paying" he says, and i see that everythings already payed for as he pulls his card out of the machine
"chris-" i start but he interrupts
"shh, not a word" he says, putting his fingers over my lips to quiet me.
i cant help but feel my cheeks flush at the action though.
we walk back to the lobby, waiting for nick and matt
"so... what were you gonna say earlier?" he asks and i freeze
"uh, i kinda had to tell-" i start to speak but matt and nick come up to us handing us our tickets.
"i forgot! that's all" i say to chris with a smile
we walk to the movie theatre and take our seats, chris pulling our seat separator up.
"wha-" i say in confusion looking at chris and his open arms, like he's waiting for me to lay with him
i forgot this is something we do.
"cmon you don't wanna get cozy?" he says making me cringe
"ew." i say back knowing i don't mean it at all, just stalling from him being able to feel my heart racing.
the movie starts and i lay with chris feeling my clammy hands and shakey body distracting me
also chris's colonge, the sound of his heartbeat, his arm around my neck.
okay you get the point, i am going crazy.
"i-im gonna use the bathroom" i say, almost a mumble, frantically getting up and letting out a big breath of relief
i hear doors opening behind me and turn around seeing chris
it's too much- this is all just too overwhelming.
i feel tears brim at my eyes just getting worked up and just feeling overall upset
"chris no-" i say, his presence being too much
"y/n, you've been acting weird all day. i know something's up, you seem so nervous and i wanna help you but you have to tell me what's up." he talks and i snap
"i like you, okay!? and it kills me that i couldn’t do or say anything about it because i know you don't feel the same. the whole day i've been just going insane and i can't keep pretending i see you as my best friend"
i finally broke.
the tears start streaming down my face and chris looks at me in pure utter shock, making me feel worse.
"y/n-" he starts but i interrupt
"you don't have to say anything" i say and he sighs
"okay, then i'll do this." he says and cups my cheeks, kissing me passionately.
the world spins as i feel his soft lips on mine, a feeling i've been missing my whole life, one i won't ever forget.
he pulls away, smiling.
"chris-" this time he interrupts
"you don't have to say anything" he says, teasingly, as he kisses me again.
i think this whole thing has opened my eyes in a way they never would've originally been opened, seeing chris like this, it's something i needed, something i longed for and now i know that it's not just me.
chris can see me too.
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sluttyminghao · 8 months
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congratulations on 8k to one of my favorite writers here! i hope you are taking good care of yourself and eating/resting well <3
if i could request something for the 8k sleepover, and if you've done this before please forgive me for not already seeing, can you do hhu's response to you asking them to fuck you/make love to you after a really shitty day? been having a lot of those lately :(
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seungcheol: he would immediately pull you in for a big hug, kiss the top of your head and ask what you would prefer, and just goes along with it. he's basically following your lead and your body cues, and even if he doesn't cum he doesn't care because he just wants you to feel alright
wonwoo: he just smiles and picks you up bridal style, puts you on whatever surface is closest and makes you cum again and again, makes you completely forget about your shitty day, and would then proceed to do the Most with his aftercare, even going as far as to order takeaway for you both
mingyu: he tries to hide his grin when you ask him to fuck you, but it doesn't stop it from appearing when you get rid of your clothes. this man would fuck you absolutely senseless, to the point where you probably forget your own name at some point, but that's what you love about mingyu
vernon: ngl he's probably a little sceptical at first, thinks maybe you should talk it out or do something to take your mind off it, but when you start begging he knows its game over and makes love to you like its the first time he's ever done it, holds you close until you cum simultaneously
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targaryenluvs · 11 months
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The crows are highly overprotective of child reader?
Little Crow
platonic crows x child!reader, kaz brekker x child!reader
mentions of y/n, seen as a girl - i made this in the middle of the night man it might not make sense at times - zemeni reader so dark skin, brown eyes and hair etc
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It was hard living on the streets of Ketterdam.
No one bothered to look twice at you. Those who did would toss a coin your way and continue on, proud of themselves for helping a child.
Your parents were long gone, having dumped you on the step of an orphanage, two months shy of your first birthday. You were ten now, kicked out of your orphanage for starting fights which usually were just self defence.
There was an underground fighting ring that Ms Andero, the mistress of the Orphanage was more than willing to put you in, for a good price as well as punishment for the ‘trouble’ you caused. You ran away before she had the chance.
Two years on the streets had toughened you up for sure but you would do anything for a hot meal.
That’s why when the Crow Club opened up for a job specialising in information you did everything you could to get it. They were looking for someone female preferably, small and under thirty.
A very odd set of requirements but then again you wouldn’t want someone blowing their hip out after getting caught eavesdropping.
So you did your best to clean up, and you were on your way.
A sweet guy was waiting at the club, with a Zemeni man that looked bored beyond doubt. “Why are we stuck with hiring new recruits? Any of the dregs could’ve done it.”
The smaller boy looked up and smiled, “Because you kept hassling Kaz about getting a cat Jes.” The darker skinned man chuckled, “It was a cute cat, it looked exactly like Kaz. Just more smiley.” The two laughed as you slowly approached, “Who are you?” ‘Jes’ asked. “Uh I heard that there was a job open here?”
“Aren’t you a bit young?” You frowned, feeling rejection coming your way. “I uhm, I just really want a job. I’m fast! I’m super smart, I can jump roofs like realllly far. I can do anything and I’m so small people forget I’m around.”
“What do you think Wylan?”
“I think she’s pretty good for the job, no one would suspect someone so cute and innocent. Men are stupid and never suspect anything besides other men.” A woman spoke up from behind you.
You quickly stepped back, a bit frightened.
“Oh no, I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m Nina. What’s your name?” You meekly smiled, “Uhm Y/n.” “Well Y/n, you are hired.”
The first few days were daunting. You’d never imagined yourself stable nor with your own room. It was small, but you were grateful for anything. What you were yet to do was meet “The Boss” as Jesper liked to say.
But when you did you were met with a harsh, scary contorted version of a smile which made you want to run all the way back up to your room.
“I told you he’d scare her.” Inej whispered to no one in particular. You looked back at Nina but she only egged you on.
You slid into the booth and smiled, placing the parchment in your hands on the table.
“It’s nice to meet you Mr Brekker.”
“You have good information, you never get caught. You’re small and easy to conceal. As long as you don’t cause me or any one else trouble you can stay. Continue to clean up after yourself you are not my responsibility.” He spoke quickly whilst receiving a harsh glare from Inej, Jes and Nina.
“I always clean up after myself, I cook for myself and dress myself I’m completely independent you’ll have no problems from me Mr-”
“Kaz.”
“What?” He looked up from the floor, “You can call me Kaz. Not Mr Brekker, you make me feel twenty years older.”
“Okay. I uhm I found out about a heist and it’s fully planned out. I also may or may not have broken into someone’s office and stolen all of the plans for the heist and its right there.” You said sliding it over to Kaz, “They said it was for someone called Pekky? Pekka?”
Kaz looked at you straight away, “Are you sure? Where was the office?”
“Uhm across the street from that place everyone here hates. Golden Lions.”
Nina leaned in and whispered, “Dime Lions.”
“Dime Lions!”
For a second you swore you saw a smile or a smirk which was more fitting to the ‘Bastard of the Barrel’.
“You might just be a good addition to us, Inej can teach you more. Everyone be here by night, we’ll go over the plan. Be ready. Always be ready.”
Over the next few months you felt content. You were forever grateful you had the bravery (or so you called it) to take the initiative to go for the job in the first place and you ended up with an amazing family. You even managed to break ice with Kaz and he no longer labeled you “child.”
You’d become as great with your skills as Inej from constant training. You’d learnt to pick locks from Kaz, you loved sitting in on Wylan’s terrorism lessons, Jes even let you touch his revolvers after weeks of bugging, Nina taught you about her Grisha powers and different languages and Matthias taught you about Fjerda.
You finally felt confident enough with yourself to go out on a heist with everyone after begging Kaz to let you come. You’d originally wanted to break in and scout the place with Inej but Kaz shot the idea down quickly. It irked you. Did he think you were a liability? Not good enough?
Soon you’d learn it was the opposite.
You had been appointed to the role of lookout. Perched upon a nearby roof with Wylan, Jes would prove as a distraction, Inej would break in at the time and Kaz was inside, scouring the ballroom for a certain George Pell. The second his men approach with the problem of the breach he was to alert Jes, Jes would protect Inej, the two of them would make their escape as Wylan and you would let the bombs go off, giving Kaz his escape with all the other Lords and Ladies.
It was perfect, until it wasn’t.
For starters the security was 3x what had first been reported. Second of all a certain Pekka Rollins was in attendance. Kaz had made the mistake of not looking over the attendance list, mostly because it was an open invitation to the wealthy and no black list was in existence. Third of all, Inej had fallen sick, an infection of a wound.
Which meant you would be taking her place. Kaz had scoured the Dregs for anyone who could take her place but no one could compare to your skills as well as Inej’s.
“When you hear the bombs go off I’ll be at the door, you’ll know who I am because?”
“Secret code.”
“Good. Once you hear it, let me in, and we’ll go out the way we came in. We run back to the rendezvous spot and wait for the place to die down before making our way back. It’s important no one sees your face, this plan relies on anonymity. Pekkas men see us? We’re done for. Understand?”
“Got it Jes.”
“Atta girl.” He laughed as he ruffled your hair.
The two of you were perched on the roof, waiting for Wylans signal that Kaz had made it in. The flashing light had the two of you moving in.
As you lowered yourselves in you heard an explosion which had the two of you drop to the floor. Jes had knocked over a display. Which caused a guard to bang on the door, “Who’s in there?” She asked.
Jesper grabbed your arm as the two of you hid behind the door, as she entered Jesper shot her point blank. As you looked towards the necklace you were meant to grab.
Jesper dragged her body to the side and looked out the door before closing it. “We need to hurry this up, I don’t like this night. This mission seems off.” You nodded as you picked the lock to the cabinet. The glass seemed to be Durast made, trying to shatter the glass and attract more attention seemed stupid and you were sure the glass would be hard to break.
You heard a pop and you carefully opened the cabinet to extract the necklace. The best way to steal something in your mind was to act as if you already owned it. Before putting it on you hastily grabbed a nearby gown and put it on, to play the part of course. Not because it was absolutely breathtaking. You quickly clipped the necklace on and asked Jesper if he could change it somehow in size or colour.
“I- what? I can’t I’m not-”
“Jesper don’t act dumb. I’m ten not stupid.”
He laughed, not as big and sweet as usual but still. “Why do you hide it?” “I, I don’t know. I just feel people would treat me differently.” You hugged him as he stumbled back. “I love you no matter what Jes. If anyone says anything I’ll stab them.”
He smiled as he wrapped his arms around you, “That’s good to know, no one will come after me if I have a big scary protector.” You withdrew, with a faked look of shock, “I’m not scary!”
“I detest. You scare me every day. With your little knives and intelligent self you put us all to shame.” As you were about to respond you heard shouts and screams, indicating it was your time to go. As the two of you returned to the skylight you came down from you saw three men inspecting the rope you used to repel downwards. “There! Bloody criminals!”
The two of you ran towards the open doors, to be met with guards rushing at you from both ways. “Shit, what now?” You spied a door in-front and grabbed his hand as you rushed towards it.
You were met with a stampede of people trying to exit the buildings. You both ran into the crowds, hoping to blend in, which you did successfully. As you rushed out your dress got caught on something. By the time you freed yourself the ballroom was empty and Jesper was nowhere in sight.
You were captured within seconds, and you decided to not fight until you were locked up or alone. It would give you time to put your thoughts together, but you didn’t get the chance since you were promptly knocked out with a punch to the face.
You woke up in a bedroom, shackled to the bed. Your dress and hair was the same and thankfully the necklace was still on. The distorted shape hid its real size and original self. You looked around and realised it was still nighttime. But you couldn’t tell if it was the same day or not. As you inspected the shackle you realised the lock was simple. One of the many locks Kaz had you practice with.
You took the lock pick you kept in your boot out and began. Under a minute the lock was off, Kaz would be proud, or happy or whatever emotions he can feel. You thought.
You looked around the room and notice a small window, higher up, letting the moonlight bleed into the room. There was a bucket on the side, next to the door and you shuddered to think of what it was used or intended for. You were hot, the room was small and cramped, much more so than your room at the Slat. You quickly undressed, much more comfortable in your normal shirt, vest and pants. You tied your hair up and slipped the necklace into a hidden pocket. Before making your way to the bucket, placing it on the bed and hoisting your self up to the window.
You weren’t high up, one storey it seemed and you could make the jump most likely but you didn’t want to leave anything up to chance. You used the sewer pipe and uneven bricks to climb down into the alley. You ducked behind a bunch of crates as you noticed a guard walking past. Once he was gone you ran.
As fast as possible, you made your way down the surprisingly empty streets. Richer homes, light lamps still on, cafés with an abundance of flowers out front.
You were in a nicer area obviously.
After running for what felt like forever before you entered familiar waters. As the Crow Club came into view you ran faster than before, your legs ached but you were so close. You weren’t going to stop until you knew you were safe.
You barrelled through the doors and ended up on the floor as you heard people make their way over to you.
“Saints Y/n you scared us to death. We thought they got you.” Inej said as she hugged you tightly. You scoffed, “Please I’m the fastest person in the Barrel, you honestly thought their fat asses would get me?” She smiled as someone spoke up.
“Well they obviously did. Look at you.”
Kaz spoke as he rose from the booth, leaning heavily on his cane. “All the Dregs are looking for you. I’m so sorry Y/n/n I should’ve kept you in front of me. Look what they did to you.” Jesper frowned as he took your hands, getting you up from the floor.
“It’s okay I’m okay.”
“Both of you, go grab Nina from the Slat.”
“But-”
“Now.” The two looked at each other, Jesper shrugged as Inej sighed, she knew better than to press Kaz, especially when he was in a bad mood.
“I knew you weren’t ready.” He said as he approached you. “Hey, I am ready. Everyone makes mistakes Kaz. Nothing goes exactly to plan, otherwise there wouldn’t have been a plan B, or C or-”
“You could’ve been seriously hurt, or injured. I don’t need a liability on the team, someone I have to constantly worry about.”
“Aw, you worry about me?”
“That’s not what I mean.”
“Sure sure Kazzle. As much as you hate to admit you have a soft spot for me. I’m not a liability and you know it. I can handle my own, I just need more training. Plus the plan was already awry before I got nabbed. Wylan already had bombs going off the second Jes and I were inside.”
“He was ambushed. The light wasn’t mean to go off, you were meant to wait until all the guards were drawn away, busy directing the guests inside. Then you were supposed to go in, come out the same way. If George was alerted I’d let Wylan know and Wylan would draw their attention with the bombs. He was fighting someone off and turned the lantern on accidentally. The bomb as well.”
“See? We’re only human.”
“It was a stupid plan, not only did we all blow our covers but Pekka saw me. Now the Stadwatch will come around with accusations but nothing solid. You were taken for hours, beaten and on top of it all we didn’t get what we wanted.” Kaz spoke as he turned and made his way up the stairs as you followed.
“Oh didn’t we?” He was about to open his room when he turned sharply. “Y/n.” You giggled before taking the necklace out, “I know it looks a little funny but it’ll be back to normal once Jes gets his hands on it.” A slight smile tugged at his lips, “Impressive.”
“Ah! That was a compliment. I think I may die of shock Kazzle.”
He shook his head and you knew he was smiling. You sat on his bed as you admired the room, you’d never been in here before and it was pretty standard but what shocked you was his taste in books, poetry?
Kaz Brekker reciting poetry seemed like a funny dream.
He slowly made his way back to you, with a damp cloth and bowl of water. His breath wavered, “Sit on the chair, stay still.” You complied and sat idly, a book in your lap. He slowly brang the cloth to your lip, wiping the blood away.
After a few minutes he withdrew quickly. You looked in the mirror and smiled again, Kaz Brekker had a soft spot for a street kid, who would’ve thought?
Whilst he sat going through his own work you sat going through his books. By the time you finished your books the day had seeped through the window as you felt your eyes grow tired and before you knew it you were asleep.
You woke up to the nice smell of waffles and syrup. As you got up you realised you weren’t in your own bed, no you were still in Kaz’s room. To your right on the table was a tray of food.
“Eat.” And you didn’t need to be told twice, after eating your own food and returning it to the kitchen you sat at one of the chairs in front of him. “Have you eaten?” Kaz didn’t respond, “Did you sleep?”
“You were in my bed how could I have slept?” You tilted your head, “I was on a very comfortable chair. Not the bed.” He looked up slightly, “Your neck was in an odd position so I moved you.” You smiled, “Thank you.” His eyebrows contorted, “For?”
“Everything. You could’ve kicked me out on the street when I showed for the job. When I messed up in cooking you didn’t shout, when I was training you didn’t get fed up when I failed. You had patience when it came to me. Most people would’ve thrown me out by then. You took a chance on me. On my first job I messed up and you still kept me. Thank you Kaz.” Kaz stood from his chair and so did you.
He looked down at you, “I was a child, on the streets like you. I did not meet the right people. No one took me in. I was alone. You showed potential the moment I talked to you first, I wasn’t going to let the same thing happen to someone I’ve come to, value.”
“I’m assuming that’s your way of saying I love you and I love you too Kazzle.” Before you knew it you hugged him. You immediately tried to pull back but an uncertain gloved hair rested on your head, shaky and ghosting but there.
“I love you too.” He wanted to say, but he couldn’t.
And if he couldn’t say it? He’d show it. He protect you from the horrors the barrel had to offer. The crooked people and places.
He’d keep you safe.
Because of Jordie.
No, because he loved you.
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First of all, love your writing! Second, can you write some fluff that leads to smut pls? Like reader loves making clothes as a hobby (ie sewing/crocheting them) and Abby finds it adorable. Reader decides to show off her/their new project(whatever you want) and it leads to the smut?) idk you do whatever. Thank you and excited to read more from you 💕
this is so cute omgggg also thank you so much!! you got me giggling and kicking my feet!!!!!!!🩷🩷
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The sound of the sewing machine whirring fills your hearing, your back hunched over in an uncomfortable-looking C-shape, shoulders aching from the many hours spent in this position, working nonstop on the dress under the needle, finally almost finished after a full day's work. 
The idea for the dress popped into your head right before you fell asleep last night, wrapped in Abby's big, comfortable arms. It was like fireworks went off in your brain, making it almost impossible to sleep, really fighting with yourself to stay in bed and not race over to your sewing machine in the corner, pulling an all-nighter just to get the pretty sundress finished before the sun came up. 
Somehow, though, you stayed in bed- but, that didn't stop you from hopping out of bed the very second you opened your eyes the next morning, not even stopping to use the bathroom before you started grabbing fabrics, pulling together your vision, running around the house like a crazy person. Abby just sat back and laughed, propped against the headboard, her arms crossed as she admired how cute you looked, so focused on making yourself up something new to wear, her your oversized shirt swishing with your movements.
Since then, Abby's gone about her day, stopping by every once and a while to check on your progress, seeming genuinely interested in the responses you would give her, nodding along to your words, ooh-ing and ahh-ing over the way it looked and the way you talked about it. She would have her big hands wrapped around your shoulders, gently massaging out your tense muscles as she listened to you ramble on and on. And then, she would disappear down the hall after a soft kiss to the top of your head.
Now was one of those times, and, even though you were focused on getting the dress done, sewing stitch after stitch, you still missed her.
Your worries are short-lived when you hear the sound of footsteps stepping closer and closer to the bedroom, a smile pulling at your lips, knowing without a doubt that it's Abby, making her way through the doorway to brighten your day, making your work a little more bearable. It wasn't like you didn't like sewing. You loved it. But, sometimes, when you were at the tail-end of the project, you couldn't help but wish your were doing something else.
Abby, just like clockwork, wraps her hands around your shoulders. Your body immediately loosens with just a little bit of her touch, letting out a sigh of relief you didn't know you were holding. "How's my girl?" she coos, her voice soft and gentle. She leans over, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, looking over your shoulder at the last few stitches going through the fabric. "You're almost done, huh?"
"I am.." you trail off, sewing the very last stitches, and taking the finished dress off the sewing machine, snipping the excess thread with a pair of floral scissors."Done!" you finish, whipping your head around to look up at Abby, a proud, excited smile pulling to your lips, hurting your cheeks with how fast it appeared.
"Oh, baby.." Abby breathes out, her lips parting in awe when she lays eyes on the dress, the lace detail catching her eye. "It's so beautiful. Gotta see it on you."
She didn't have to ask you twice. You immediately hop to your feet, running into the bathroom connected to the room without another word, slamming the door shut behind you in your haste. You quickly tug your shirt off, pulling the dress on in its place, moving so quickly it's like your clothes were on fire.
After giving yourself a glance in the mirror, you creak the door open, peeking your head out, seeing Abby now sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs bouncing up and down impatiently, a stupid grin on her face, like she was imagining how you'd look in the dress.
"Close your eyes!" you call, causing Abby's head to snap toward you. She chuckles, the sound coming out as a small exhale through her nose. She pulls a hand up, pressing it against both her eyes, her smile only getting worse as the seconds roll by.
"Lemme see!" she calls back.
You waste no time at all, slipping out of the bathroom, your bare feet quiet against the floorboards, sneaking up on Abby, even though she knew very well where you were.
You stop right in front of her, lingering in silence for a moment before you finally say the words Abby's been dying to hear. "Okay. You can look now!"
Abby pulls her hands from her eyes, taking a second to readjust to the golden hour light shining right in the bedroom, blinking rapidly, until your figure rings clear in her vision. Her eyes trail up and down your body, her pupils immediately growing, gazing at you like you held the stars in your hands, like you were the most magnificent thing she's ever laid eyes on.
"Fuck.." she exhales, her hands instinctively reaching out, finding home on your hips, and dragging you toward her, standing you right between her man-spread legs. She handles you around, turning you every which way, like she's trying to get every angle possible of the way the dress looked, the way it looked on you, fitting your body like a glove, accentuating all her favorite features, the ones she was quickly growing even more obsessed with.
You had something to say, some quick, witty remark to say when Abby saw the dress for the first time. But, it was lost on you. The second you feel Abby's hands on your hips, and see the way she looks at you, you go all fuzzy-brained, feeling deliciously light-headed.
"My baby's so pretty.." Abby leans in, giving you a soft kiss on your tummy, the feeling sending shivers through your body, even through the soft fabric of the dress.
All the fuzzy feelings in your head travel down, down, down, making home between your thighs, settling deep within your core, as Abby hooks her thick fingers around the hem of your dress, ducking her head under, her arms wrapped around you, content to suffocate if it meant she could kiss your stomach, feel it sink in under her lips from how ticklish you were.
"Abs.." you whine softly, placing your hands on her shoulder as she teases you with soft, carefully placed kisses across the entire expanse of your stomach.
Abby suddenly stops her kisses, pulling her head out from under your dress, leaving you pouting softly, thinking she was finished- until she stands up, pulling your dress up again, this time working it completely off. "It's so pretty, angel. So proud of you.." She pecks a soft kiss on your lips, before tugging the dress off your head, tossing it behind her on the bed. "Lemme show you how proud I am, yeah?"
All you can do is nod dumbly in response, a soft "mhm" leaving your lips. You always found it so hard, nearly impossible to have any coherent thoughts whatsoever when Abby touched you, even looked at you in a certain way. You were putty in her hands, easily molded into what Abby wanted you to be, how she wanted you to be, anything under the sun. You'd do it without question because you truly couldn't work up enough brain cells to make your own decisions.
She pulls your body flush against hers, her hands resting on the globes of your ass, palming at your skin through the thin fabric of your underwear. Her face buries against your neck, pressing kisses along the entire length of it, up behind your ear, until trailing back down along your shoulder. She had you whimpering under her lips. Your legs feel like jello, thighs squeezing together in your futile attempt at trying to relieve the needy feeling between them.
"Abby.." You reach out, grabbing two fistfuls of her shirt, tugging at the fabric by her hips.
"You needy, baby? Yeah? Need me so bad?" she mumbles into your skin, pulling away a moment later to look at you, her bottom lip pouting softly, mocking the pout forming on your own face.
"Ab-" you start to whine again, your face scrunched in a pathetic look; eyebrows crinkling together, your bottom lip protruding out.
"Shh.." Abby shushes you gently, a smile pulling at her lips. "Hush, angel. I hear you.." She places a small kiss right on your pouty lips, her hands brushing up your back, squeezing at your sides, all the way up to the clasp of your bra, undoing it with practiced ease, all while pecking kiss after soft kiss on your lips.
Your breathing picks up, chest heaving up and down as she slowly pulls your bra off, each of her pointer fingers hooked under the straps, tugging them down the length of your arms, and pressing kisses along each new part of skin that is revealed to her; the top of your chest, your sternum, getting teasingly close to your breasts, until being forced to pull away enough to get the useless fabric completely off, tossing your bra right on the bed with your dress.
Abby's blue eyes land on your breasts, her tongue poking out to wet her lips, feeling dry all of a sudden at the sight of you; exposed to her, the only thing left on your body being your underwear, the fabric thin and pretty, barely covering the place you needed her most, your thighs still discreetly squeezed together, the feeling between your legs only getting worse.
"Love seein' you like this" she literally groans, the sound coming from the back of her throat, deep and raspy. She reaches out with both hands, her large palms covering the entirety of each of your breasts, cupping them like she was your own, personal bra. Your nipples grow stiff under her warm hands immediately, pressing against her calloused skin, causing her to chuckle.
She squeezes and kneads at the soft, plush skin of your chest, her hands slipping slightly down to cup the underside of both your breasts, her thumbs brushing slowly back and forth against your nipples. She bends down, eye level with your chest, placing a soft kiss on your left nipple, before taking it in her mouth. Her rosy lips wrap around the stiff bud, tongue flicking softly against the tip, before sucking lazily, her spit covering your nipple, causing you to shiver when she pulls away, a string of her saliva connected from her mouth to your nipple, the cold air only making it grow stiffer, as she moves onto your right breast, copying her movements. She made sure both your breasts got equal attention from her.
You felt like you could faint. You could die right here, right now. You were breathing so heavily, it was a wonder you didn't faint dead away. Every single touch from Abby, even the slightest, had you whining and whimpering and moaning, and hoping to god Abby stopped taking her time with you like she loved to do. You also loved it, of course. But, not when you were this needy, your underwear completely soaked, the fabric doing absolutely nothing to contain your downright animalistic need for Abby to have her way with you.
"Please.." you whine, your voice pathetic and shaky, almost sounding close to tears. It's not like Abby was teasing you. Not really. She was just taking her time, building you up, getting you nice and ready for her. You were always so impatient, though, and Abby wasn't shy about letting you know
"Think you could have a little patience, baby?" Abby's eyes flicker up at you, wide and teasing and smug. You could feel her smiling against your skin, her face pressed into your sternum, trailing small kisses back to your left breast.
You shake your head softly, letting out a small, declining "mmh-mmh," causing Abby to raise a single eyebrow, pulling completely away from your chest to look at you, standing to her full, 5'9 height.
"Mmh-mmh?" she echoes, exhaling a small chuckle. She hooks a finger under the elastic of your underwear, using them to tug you closer, your naked body bumping into her fully clothed one, your chest pressed against her, your nipples sensitive against the fabric of her shirt. "You really can't wait, huh?" her voice takes a more gentle tone, gently brushing the back of her hand against your cheek, her knuckles soft against your skin.
You shake your head again, your eyebrows furrowed. You look so cute, it makes Abby's heart tighten, the soft thump-thump coming from within her chest growing quicker, more uneven.
"Lay down for me, sweet girl."
That's all it takes for you to duck around Abby, practically tripping over your feet, plopping on the bed behind her, way too eager to have Abby's hands, and mouth, and tongue on you. You just needed her. Desperately.
You're on your back, your knees bent, legs lazily spread, gazing up at her standing above you, admiring the view, gazing at you like a piece of art work in a museum, like a delicately hand-crafted statue, your skin put together piece by wonderful piece, made to look like silk. Abby reaches out, running her hands up the sides of your calves, down your thighs, bending down to press a kiss on your knee. You even felt like silk. She never wanted to stop touching you, never wanted to pull her hands away.
"Need me to fuck you?" Her fingers slip under the elastic of your underwear, tugging on it, letting it snap softly against your skin, before slipping her fingers back underneath it, her eyes glued to yours. Her eyelids are hooded, so drowsy-looking, her bottom lip slotting between her teeth.
You lift your hips in response, all the response Abby needed to pull your underwear off your hips, sliding them down the entire length of your legs, and tossing them in the same pile as your dress and bra. The weight was misplaced, now, all your clothes right on the edge of the mattress, slipping to the floor when the underwear lands in the pile.
Abby presses her hand flat against your stomach, softly rubbing your skin, all the way up to your sternum, soothing out your tense muscles with her touch. You let out a sigh, your chest immediately feeling light- but, only for a few seconds. Your abdomen immediately tightens again when the pad of Abby's thumb brushes against your clit, her four fingers resting on your lower stomach, her thumb rubbing soft circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"So wet, angel. Can see you dripping" she mumbles, eyes fixed on your cunt, glistening with your wetness. "S'that for me?"
You nod quickly, so quickly it left you feeling dizzy. "Y-yeah.." your words get caught in your throat, right behind a soft whine building in the back of your throat, slipping through your slightly parted lips, making Abby smile.
Her thumb pulls away from you, her hand curling down, middle finger trailing up the length of your slit, collecting your wetness on her finger, chuckling softly at the way you squirm under her touch, your hips lifting when she pulls away, chasing her fingers.
"There we go, angel. Nice and easy.." she coos softly, her middle finger pressing back against you, slowly and carefully pressing into you, watching you take her thick finger so easily due to your slick. "Missed me, huh, baby?" She tilts her head, pressing another kiss to the inside of your knee, before looking back down at her finger disappearing inside of you, all the way to the base of her knuckle, her eyebrows furrowed. "Fuck..Can tell you missed me. Greedy pussy's suckin' me right in.."
You let out a soft whine of protest at Abby's words, filthy and all together pornographic. They made you feel so flustered, your cheeks heating up in a blush, your face as red as a ripe strawberry. "Abby.." you grumble, reaching your hands up, and covering your face with them.
Abby stands up, hovering over you, her finger stilling inside of. "Nuh-uh. Lemme see your pretty face. Gotta know how good 'm makin' you feel." Abby tugs on your wrist, pulling your left hand from your face, then your right, smiling when she sees your flushed face, your glazed-over eyes staring up at her. You looked so fucked-out, and she's barely even touched you.
Abby's ring finger easily joins her middle, pulling out, before thrusting two fingers back in, feeling you tighten around her. You look all cross-eyed, your hips meeting Abby's thrusts, fucking yourself on her fingers. You clamp down on Abby's bicep, your nails leaving behind crescent-like marks on her skin. It was like holding onto her was the only thing keeping you on Earth, and if you let go, you'd float right out of your body. You feel Abby's muscles flex under your hand every time her fingers disappear inside of you, only to pull out, and disappear again, relentlessly.
"Takin' me so good" she coos, her free hand pressed against your cheek, her thumb under your chin, keeping your eyes on her. She looked so huge, took up so much space looming above you, like a giant.
"Ab-Abby.." you whine out, your face crumpled in a look of pure ecstasy, tears filling your waterline, your eyes so shiny, Abby swore she could see her reflection staring back at her.
"I know..I know, feels so good, huh?" Abby's fingers slam inside of you, a vast difference from the sweet, gentle tone she was using. She could split you open if she tried.
All you can do is nod desperately, your jaw going slack, a loud, shaky moan leaving your lips when you feel the tips of Abby's fingers brush against your g-spot, causing your legs to tremble, your grip growing tighter on Abby's arm. You were squeezing the life out of her, and she loved it. She loved knowing she had you depending on her, to make you feel good, to cling to when the pleasure became too much. Abby had you wrapped around her fingers- literally.
"Squeezin' my fingers so tight, baby. Shit.." her voice is deep and raspy, a groan coming from the back of her throat. "Gonna cum? Gonna cum all over my fingers?"
You couldn't answer. You couldn't even hear Abby. The only thing you could focus on was Abby's fingers filling you up so fucking good, the heel of her hand bumping against your clit every time she thrusts inside you. You look pathetic. Even though you couldn't see yourself, you knew you looked like a mess, dripping all over the sheets, your hips greedy, fucking yourself on Abby's fingers, your movements getting sloppy and messy when the tightening in your stomach feels like it's about to come undone.
"Missed me so bad if you're gonna cum already" she teases with a small chuckle, watching as a bead of spit trickles out the side of your mouth, landing on your chest. She can't stop herself from leaning down, swiping her tongue over the small droplet of spit. You always made Abby feel crazy, it was hard to control herself. "Cum for me. Make a mess, bunny..There we go.." Abby's words vibrate against your skin, her warm breath causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand up.
And, that's all it takes. Those few words, and the band in your stomach snaps, wound up so tight inside of you. You let out a loud cry, not able to stifle your pitiful noises, even if you tried. Your poor body shakes like crazy, your back arching high off the bed, your legs snapping shut around Abby's hand as she continues to finger you through your orgasm, her fingers slamming in and out, in and out- until your grip on her bicep starts shoving her away, too overwhelmed to take anymore, stray tears slipping down your flushed cheeks.
"Abb-Abs, no more. P-please..Stop" you whine, your voice high-pitched, almost as shaky as your body.
Abby immediately pulls away, nudging your legs open, and gently pulling her fingers out of you, her fingers covered in your juices, all prune-like. She places soft, soothing kisses all along your skin, her hands pressed in the mattress on either side of you, your body twitching beneath her. "My baby.." she coos, her kisses trailing up your neck, along your jawline, up to the salty tears on your cheeks, kissing them away. "Did so good. Always so good for me."
You wrap your arms around Abby's neck, needing to feel her body weight pressed against you, smothering you. You drag her on top of you, your face buried in the crook of her neck, your legs wrapped around her waist, her comforting scent filling your senses every time you breathe in, going straight to your head. "Thank you.." you mumble.
Abby's on the bit of mattress between your legs, on her knees, her chest pressed against yours, holding you tightly in a big bear hug. She made sure not to put her whole weight on you, just enough to keep her girl happy. "So proud of you. Did so good on your dress. Looks so pretty on you." She presses a sweet kiss to your forehead, a thin layer of sweat on your skin.
You scoff out a small laugh. Your mouth felt lazy, like you could barely speak. "You only saw it for like..two seconds before you ripped it off me."
Abby raises her eyebrows, lifting her head away from you enough to see your face. "Well, then I guess you'll just have to give me another fashion show, hm?"
That only makes you blush more, your cheeks growing even redder, if that was even possible. You bury your face back against Abby, hearing her chuckle at your shyness, so amused that, even after making you cum, you were still so shy at her words, even when they weren't necessarily dirty, just alluding to something.
"Shut up.." you grumble.
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dracoxsworld · 9 months
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hi, I’ve seen you already have a lot for harry so I hope you don’t mind doing another, also I’ve read like everything (call me obsessed with ur work and I won’t deny it) and it’s so good omg. anyway I was wondering if you could do a soft!dom harry x fem!reader smut (hbp era obv his best) where they are dating but haven’t really done anything more than heated makeouts or sometimes even dry humping or smth but want to go further so harry fingers her for the first time. also reader is a virgin but harry’s not and he’s more experienced so reader is like very shy and insecure and she’s afraid to cum so he praises her to help her relax like “it’s okay love, you can let go” LIKE JUST IMAGINE THAT ITS SO CUTE and he kinda guides her through it? if you do this, thank you!<3
Hi anon!!! This is soooo cute, thank you so much for the idea! I hope you enjoy it :)
WARNINGS: 18+ // I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION // SMUT
Heated - Harry P. x Reader - Smut
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You were breathing heavily, Harry was too. You were in your dorm room together, it was the night of the Yule Ball. All of your roommates were out drinking, or fucking, whatever. You didn’t care at the moment. It started as a very heated make out after you snuck off from the Ball, and now you were grinding against Harry’s thigh, moaning into his shoulder as he was grinding his groin into you.
Nothing else mattered in this moment. It felt so good, your hands were in his ebony hair, gripping it causing him to moan. His hands were locked in the curve of your back, gripping your tight dress.
“Y/N, fuck, your body is so sexy.” Harry groaned into your neck. You moan to his words; eyes rolling back in your head. “Harry…” You moan. He takes his face out of the crook of your neck and looks at you, his hands tilting your chin to face him. you were a mess already; sweating some of your makeup off, your hair was undone from Harry’s hands grasping it.
“Baby, are you frustrated? Is grinding on my thigh not enough for you?” He asked sweetly. Your face went hot, but he wasn’t wrong. It felt so good, but you were begging for more. You needed more. Shyly, you nodded. Harry smiled lovingly at you. “Do you want to try something new?”
You and Harry had never done anything before–; he wasn’t a virgin, but you were. You weren’t closed off to the idea of sex, but you are the last of your friends to loose your virginity and it made you feel a bit insecure. Not insecure in thinking Harry didn’t want to have sex with you; just that about everyone you knew had experienced it and you had no idea what it was like.
You nodded again, making eye contact with him. “Baby girl, I need words.” He said, moving your hair out of your eyes. “Yes please.” You said softly. Harry’s fingers curled a lock of your hair, his green eyes looked at you with full love; not just lust. He loves you, so much. He treats you like the most delicate flower because to him, you are just that.
“We’re going to try something new, okay? Can you trust me?” He said, his hands moving to your waist so he can shift you so you were sitting in his lap, facing away from him. You were now facing your body length mirror. You nodded, biting your lip, looking at him in the reflection. He nodded in response, unzipping your dress and letting it fall to your ankles. You were left in your bra and panties. Harry took a moment to enjoy the view, his hands roaming your body, stopping at your thighs, gently caressing him with his fingers. This causes you to shiver, and get goosebumps.
Your head lays back against his shoulder, looking up at the ceiling.
“Ah-ah, I want you to watch baby.” Harry demanded. Your eyes immediately shot back to the mirror on instinct to listen to your lover. You squirmed in his lap, his fingers now on the inside of your thighs, slowly going up and down. Your panties were soaked, surely through the fabric now.
“You need to be patient for me, baby.” Harry hummed. “You’re doing so good, I promise I’m going to make you feel so good.”
You moaned, simply by his words, which had made you feel more embarrassed. Harry however, was enjoying watching you melt in his lap. His fingers now were near your heat. “My goodness, you are soaked my love, what a good girl.” He praised.
His index and pointer finger slowly rubbed your clit in circles causing you to throw your head back and moan loudly, heavily breathing. Harry’s breathing started getting heavy too, your body moving against his groin giving him pleasure, along with him watching you tremble simply by his touch.
“Continue to watch, love,” He demanded again, you complied. He pulled your panties off slowly, you could hear your heartbeat as you watched them fall to your ankles, where your dress still was.
His fingers returned again, rubbing your clit slowly and applying the right amount of pressure, slowly and in circles. “Harry..” You moaned. “You’re doing amazing, baby.” Harry said, groaning afterwards. Your pussy was soaking his fingers, that now traveled to your hole. You gasped as he slowly entered them into you, he gave you some time to adjust. “Deep breathes baby, it’ll be comfortable I promise” He cooed, planting kisses on the inside of your neck.
It already felt great; he slowly increased the pace, going harder with each pulse of his fingers, his thumb rubbing your clit at the same time. Your legs were spread apart, holding yourself still on his lap. Your mouth wide open, moaning his name and several curses, begging him to not stop.
Then, you had finally felt a new feeling. It felt like a knot in your stomach; a knot of butterflies. You whined louder, your mouth making the perfect “O” shape. You suddenly got very nervous— even a little scared. You’d never felt this feeling before. Harry seemed to notice your surprising nerves, and aided quickly.
“You’re doing great baby girl, you’re okay,” He had said softly in your ear, planting a few kisses on your earlobe. His delicate words calmed you as the knot in your stomach came closer to exploding. Harry’s fingers were pumping in and out, in and out faster and faster. You felt yourself even get dizzy, your eyes rolled back into your head as you had let go finally; and orgasmed. You sunk your full body weight into Harry, who had exited his fingers from you, wiping his juices on his uniform pants quickly, then brushed your hair out of your eyes again.
You felt your heart pumping out of your chest, you were trying to catch your breath. Harry’s gentle hands were running through your locks, and smiling down at you. His smile was so sweet, sweet like sugar.
“Are you okay, love?” Harry asked in a whisper. You nodded with your eyes closed, you still felt a bit dizzy. He chuckled softly. “Is that something you’d want to do again?”
“Yes please, anytime.” You said, slowly lifting your head up. Harry turned you back around, so your legs were wrapped around his waist and you were facing him. He kissed the tip of your nose, then you lips slowly and passionately. You hummed in the kiss, smiling.
You felt loved.
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Smut time!! CW for degradation and reader being submissive and penetrated
With thanks to @prismabeth and @sin-seraphilia
"Ugh this is awful. Get my strap, I'm so done with this shit and need to use you" your study partner turned girlfriend turned mistress tells you. This isn't the first time she's given up on studying because of the pains in her body and fog in her head and you've been forced to relieving her frustration. Well. "Forced". You'd eagerly consented and begged to be her free use slut and stress relief toy.
Immediately you get up out of your chair and go to retrieve one of her many strap ons.
"Who's fronting?" It was a question you'd learned to ask both out of respect for her as a system and to know what strap you'd be riding soon.
"Hell if I know, now get the big double sided one so I can blast the pain out of my mind"
The words have barely left her mouth before you obediently grab the strap she wants, heat already building in your hips from anticipation. The strap-on is six inches long in both directions but the real kicker is its girth of nearly two and a half inches. It'd taken quite some training on your end to be able to take it an-
"Quit thinking and get back over here, Mistress needs her cock and cocksleeve"
Compelling by her words your legs involuntarily lurch towards her as you're snapped from your thoughts. You kneel down before her and look up pleadingly. "Good toy~" she says and lifts herself up in her wheelchair so you can undo her pants and put the strap in. Just like so many times before, you reverently pull her sweatpants and lace panties off while her muscled arms keep her aloft.
"Do you need anything? Lube? Being eaten out? Fingering?" you ask, desperate to care for your beloved and be of service.
"Yes lube, otherwise just ride me already" she replies two sharp, pained breaths. In spite of being a bit in subspace you mentally wince in sympathy. Fibromyalgia is never fun but she only ever sounded like this on really bad days.
You hear a rustle of cloth while you're bent over to pick the bottle of lube out of your backpack (where she'd made you to keep it as soon as you agreed to be free use for her). When you turn around her shirt is off and her small muscled breasts and impressive abs are on full display. As if using a wheelchair all day wasn't enough of a workout she sometimes went to the gym on good days. It was a sight that would make anyone salivate and want to touch themself.
Heart rate quickening and arousal growing you pour copious amounts of lube onto the strap and hurriedly go back over to your girlfriend. She easily lifts herself up again, triceps and abs flexing, while you spread her legs for her. Her beautiful hairy cunt shows no signs of arousal and it takes a bit of work to get the thick strap inside, but finally her hole gives and the length slips inside. She gasps as it slides deeper and lets out a light airy moan when the base hits her lower lips and clit. "Fuuuuck I needed this~"
Only now that your rituals of servicing her are complete are you allowed to strip down to nothing. But you also know how much getting to watch you give a strip tease turns her on. And so, with all the restraint you have, you slowly take your clothes off. First your shirt while she plays with her tits and watches intently, then your pants while she starts to grind the strap into her wheelchair. You're not wearing any underwear because "sluts don't get to wear underwear, they need to be ready to be used at all times~"
When your pants drop to the floor she reaches out and grabs your hips and pulls you onto the wheelchair above the strap.
"Such a perfect toy, doing exactly what I like most, I love you and owning you so much~"
You whimper and mewl pathetically as her calloused hands pull you downwards, hole stretching almost to breaking in the best possible way. "Thank you Mistress, thank you thank you thank you" is all you can think to moan back in response. Just when you think you won't be able to take any more your ass hits her thighs and you let out a relieved sigh. And then she pulls back in the chair and thrusts up into you and your relief is instantly turned to lust and pleasure. Your hips start to ride her involuntarily, rocking back and forth in the way she taught you to, your own moans mixing with hers.
"Faster slut~" she growls into your ear as she digs her nails into your back.
"Y-yes mmmistressss" you respond automatically yet shakily, forcing your hips to move faster. You know full well that she might not orgasm regardless of how well you do, she's always had trouble with that, but you're far to deep into subspace to care about anything except the strap inside you and pleasuring your mistress beneath you.
The minutes stretch on as you keep riding her, a blur of pleasure and moans and kisses and sweat. After a time you begin to tire though. "I need a break mistress, I'm sorry" you say.
"D'awwww it's ok hun, every toy only has so much battery life~" she says before kissing you and continuing "color? I want to keep fucking you if it's ok"
"Green, you'll have to do the work though" you reply.
An evil grin appears on her face at this "Perfect~"
That's all the warning you have before she starts railing you from below with all her might, hard enough to make you see stars.
Pained whimpers leave your mouth, "it hu-urts, I'm gon-n-na brea--ak, too-o muuch", but you don't safeword and she doesn't stop using you for her needs. Time loses its meaning and it's hard to think so you don't. You do as she's trained you to and whimper and plead and beg for more, please more Mistress.
Some time later she too starts to tire and collapses back into the wheel chair and hugs you, the strap still fully inside you both. Neither of you came but it doesn't matter with how good it felt.
"Thank you baby.... ugh I have to go back to work now while I have endorphins don't I."
"Yes you absolutely do" you reply giggling.
"Fiiiiiiiiine. I'm doing it naked and complaining the whole time though. Need anything for aftercare?"
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