#just fancied some devious women

[faithyposting]

the emperor Claudius:

#Ancient Rome #emperor claudius #agrippina #messalina #julio-claudians #history #like man was killed by his gaslight gatekeep girlboss wife #he did nothing wrong #just fancied some devious women #relatable if you ask me #ancient history

[babygirl-riley]

This is Halloween

141 has a celebration for Halloween, spouses are welcomed. With the matching costumes you coordinated, Simon finds a new link he enjoys

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, mask kink, semi public sex, PiV, little rough sex, the quickiessss, squirting, alcohol

“I’ll turn around, ‘round baby gimme what I like.”

A/N: Happy Halloweeeen sluts! I hope you enjoy this cute fic 😈🤭

simon x reader guide

simon x reader smut

It was Soap’s idea to bring significant others to the party. The party he planned, he wanted. Of course Price agreed to it, saying it would be a team building exercise. Everyone agreed to it, besides Simon. Simon didn’t like the idea A going to a party but B you meeting the team.

Simon liked having home life and military life different. Price did give him an option on not coming but part of him knew you would like it. So he put it in your hands. At first you said it was really up to him, that if he didn’t want to go that you wouldn’t. It wasn’t until the day of he said you both should go.

“He wants to dress up.” He mumbled rethinking what he agreed to.

“Okay,” You said thinking. “We can just do something more of your liking? Something with a mask?”

“Hm,” He thought about it for a moment. “That would be great actually.”

You say there thinking and scrolling through many different media platforms. Showing him each one you thought would be a best fit. Some he scratched out and some he would be possible for. You both were on the couch watching tv while you looked. Until you froze and tapped on the phone. “Whatcha find?” He mumbled looking at you.

You smiled, he knew that smile anywhere. It was not the innocent smile you had. It has a devious tone to it. He lifted his brow, when you showed the screen he was curious and excited about it. “‘Lright.” He mumbled as you giggled getting up.

“I’ll start ordering then.” You said scrolling to Amazon.

The day of the Halloween party, there was more than the task force. People gathered from different places in the base as the music would be in the background of the conversations. He didn’t mind though, as both wore masks. Ghostface masks. It was actually a really good fit for him. He wore a tux with the original look of the Ghostface mask. You wore a dress and fishnets with the mask as well.

When you first showed off to him before leaving, you twirled, and naturally seeing your dress almost show your lacy panties underneath made his cock twitch. Never would he have thought of matching costumes with anyone let alone you. He didn’t like the idea. However, seeing you in a mask and a slutty dress made his head spin.

You went talking with Price’s wife, since she is really the only one who knew about you the longest. Simon leaned against a counter watching you as Soap came up to him. “I didn’t even know you would have dressed up.”

“I was made to,” He grumbled couldn’t get his eyes off your ass. He could take you in front of everyone right fucking now. Make them know who and only who made you feel so fucking good. “She insisted.”

Soap nodded once, before chuckling. “Yeah ya guys look great togetha honestly. The Ghostface fancy is a amazin’ idea. Especially the mask.”

Simon looked at Soap who flickered his eyebrows up. “Johnny I will punch ya.”

Soap heard a chuckle from behind him. His girlfriend wrapping her arm around his. “I would let ya.”

Hours went past as people started to pile more in. Drinks being down. People getting drunk. It was a nice pace of things. You danced with some women and laughed with them as Simon was talking with his lads. However, the more alcohol he drank the more his cock needed you.

Watching your hips move in the dress, the fishnets attached to your skin, and the fucking mask. It just turned something primal inside him. Drove him insane. He didn’t know if you were feeling the same until you excused yourself from the ladies and looking at him. When you turned he saw your finger beckoning him.

Simon excused himself as well, leaving the room. He walked the hallway the music dying down, the hallway darker than usually is. “Y/n,” He said calling out to you. “Where are ya?”

“Come find me.” You whispered but enough to hear.

He smirked, ah you are playing a dangerous game. He looked around the base, in the nearest rooms. Simon was impressed with no military skill how silent you were. Especially with the damn heels. His cock twitched more thinking how impressed and proud he was. Simon taught you how to just in case there was a situation where you needed to sneak around.

When he turned his head to a door that was cracked open. He looked up at the tag of the door. Lieutenant Riley.

Simon hummed walking over to the door to see you sitting on his desk. Sitting crossed legged, tapping your finger on his desk, the room only lit by the computer on the side. “Finally you found me,” You teased, the honey of your voice wanting him to go on his knees. “What now Lieutenant?”

Simon walked fully in, pushing the door quietly shut. Locking it. “Lieutenant,” He chuckled rolling his sleeves up, revealing his veiny tattoo arm first, knowing damn well that was your weakness. You shifted your weight as you spread your legs. “Proud of ya for being quiet.” He whispered his accent growing deeper and his voice is lower. His body going between your legs, sending shivers down your spine.

“Si,” You whined grabbing the back of his neck. “You look so fucking good in this suit,” You hand moving down his chest. His breath hitching. “Your fucking cologne. The fucking mask.” You added, you reached his belt, as you hand went pass to feel the bulge in his pants.

Simon groaned as you palmed him. Him rutting against your hand. Your other hand going under the mask to rake your fingers through his hair, making him shiver. “Fuck,” He whispered. “I couldn’t stop lookin’ at ya. Your fuckin’ dress and those fishnets.” His hand played with the nets between his fingers.

You chuckled as you leaned more towards his ear. The mask barely brushing against his ear. “Then rip them off.”

Simon didn’t hesitate any further, he pulled you closer as he lifted your dress up. Revealing the nets covering your panties and your pussy that he desperately needed. He ripped the nets down until he reached your panties. You moaned leaning your head back as he played with your clothed clit. He could feel how fucking needy you were.

Simon couldn’t think straight, alcohol and lust making his mind fuzzy. “Fucking hell beautiful, how long have you been needing me,” He said gripping your thigh with his other hand. He pulled your panties down a bit more and more. Slowly. “I could have fucked ya right there if ya needed me that bad.”

You moaned as his finger grazed over your hole and swiped up some of your arousal. You opened your eyes as he lift the mask just a bit before sucking on his finger. Your breath hitched and moaned, watching his arm muscles twitch. “Simon I don’t want to prep just fuck me.” You said, you sounded so desperate.

Simon chuckled, you saw his lips curl in a smile before putting the mask back into place. “Need me that bad huh?”

You grabbed his belt and pulled him closer. “You need me just as much.”

Simon was shocked, whatever was going through you he loved it. He loved the aggressive needy nature you were in. Simon groaned as he nodded undoing his belt, your hands working his zipper and button. He shoved his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to be free.

“Fuck Simon,” You whispered as he swiped more of you juices on his cock lathering it. “I need you so bad.”

Simon chuckled as he lined his cock towards your entrance. He placed his forehead against yours. “Keep that mask on yeah? I want to fuck you imagine that pretty doll face behind that mask.”

You hummed in approval as he pushed his way in. You both groaned as his cock invaded your pussy. Pushing the gummy walls to fight his fat cock into you. His eyes rolling from how your pussy clenched around him. “Easy baby,” He whispered pushing more in feeling you relax more. “Atta girl, good girl.”

You bit your lower lip trying to not moan too loud. He gripped your hips bringing you in closer as he snapped his hips into you. Feeling his girthy cock kiss your cervix, you both were panting. Wanting. Waiting. When he settled against your cervix you both gasped. “Fuck,” you whispered grabbing the back of his head to place his on your forehead. “Move Simon p-please.”

He sighed as he rolled his hips, imagining your beautiful eyes roll. “Its gonna be fast love. Don’ need Johnny to find us.”

You nodded whining as you grinded up to him. So he pulled all the way out and snapped right back into your pussy, you gasped as you wrapped your legs around his waist. The sound of his balls hitting your ass and the sound of both of your cum was like a symphony for him. The heat that radiated between both of you as his pace became fast and hard was like the fucking sun itself.

“Oh my god,” You moaned as you watched his dick go in and out of you before looking back up at the man in the mask. “Your cock feels so f—fucking good baby.”

Simon didn’t know if was the alcohol or the buzz of euphoria but he thought about how fucking amazing you would look in his skull mask. Fucking you with it on, you wearing it. Him. Didn’t matter. This was one of the many the best fucking idea you had. Having a new kink come into his mind.

Simon growled gripping your neck to pull your head to his. “You look fucking amazing with this on,” He growled as he felt you pussy clench around him. “We-fuck…”

Your hand gripped his wrist as you started to squeal with delight. “Yes oh my fuckin-.”

You came hard, having Simon roll his eyes and tilt his head back. He looked down to see you squirting, leaving more of your juices on him. Having him groan, having him feel like he was going feral. Never have you squirted before until tonight. Making Simon’s grip on your throat and your thigh got tighter. Simon let go of your throat as he placed his hand on his desk. You knew he was done for after not once. Twice. But three times thrusting into you before cumming into your needy pussy.

Simon shoved his cock all the way to your cervix, unloading all the cum he had into you. He was laying against you, shaking as he came. You panted as your orgasm was slowing down, still wrapped around him. Clenching onto him. You placed your forehead on his shoulder as Simon placed his ontop of yours.

Both of you panting and trying to regain your visions, Simon lifted the mask placing a kiss on your shoulder. “Never knew ya loved the mask.” He whispered kissing up to your neck.

You sighed lightly, loving the feel of his kisses and stubble against your skin. “I always have.”

When he reached your face taking yours off. Just like how he imagined your face to be after being fucked. Sweaty, red, and dazed. He kissed your lips slow. “Noted, we definitely should have ya try my mask on.”

You smirked against his lips as he captured yours again. Oh he shouldn’t wish that cause now you have many ideas to surprise him with.

#simon ghost riley #call of duty modern warfare #simon riley #simon ‘ghost’ riley #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #ghost #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon x reader #simon “ghost” riley #simon ghost #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost riley x f!reader #simon ghost riley x female reader #simon riley smut #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x you

[fangirleaconmigo]

Yennskier to Geraskefer concept (Yennefer x Jaskier with some + Geralt at the end)

Ok so what if the very first time Yen and Jaskier ever defend each other, it is a complete shock to both of them and happens (of all places) in front of his parents?

(TW: Yen is in disguise so some of the flirting could be read as dubcon but no bards were hurt in the making of this fic, I promise)

So when they first meet, Yen and Jaskier snipe at each other relentlessly, right?

Scheming, devious, calamitous witch.

Useless cock for brains.

Geralt has taken to tuning them out completely.

By complete random bad luck, Yen learns one night in tavern gossip that Jaskier isn’t his real name. She becomes suspicious of his intentions. She brings her concerns to Geralt.

“They said that his true name is Viscount Julian Alfred Pankratz. Is that true?” she asks Geralt.

“His name is Jaskier,” Geralt answers, sounding exhausted.

She pushes. “I know that family. They are well connected, prominent, and bigoted. Your bard could very possibly be asked to turn Ciri in to curry their favor.”

"This is insane, Yen." Geralt drops his head and looks miserably into his tankard. “You two need to start getting along, or I’m going to age at least a century before winter.”

"That's not what this is about!"

She gives up on him. He will never think clearly in these matters. She suspects he has romantic feelings for the bard, which she wouldn't mind, she isn't much for monogamy herself, but oh god, the bard??? That smarmy, whorish little bastard? Unthinkable.

She decides to pay Jaskier’s parents a visit just to reassure herself that they aren’t interested in her daughter.

She disguises herself with a glamour and gets herself on the guest list of one of their fancy parties. She is playing the part of a voluptuous blonde wife of an absent Duke.

Jaskier is supposed to be back at Oxenfurt. That’s what he told Geralt, anyway. But she walks in the door and there he is, holding court at the party in his well fitted satin, with his glinting charming smile, and his flushed cheeks and…and…well…other things that Yen would never admit to noticing.

But what was he doing there?

Why did he lie about being at Oxenfurt? Could he already be colluding with his parents?

At the thought, she expects to feel rage. But an entirely different feeling wells up in her.

Disappointment. Hurt.

She shakes it off. Stupid. She's used too much magic for her glamour. It's making her weak. She takes a seat directly across from him at dinner.

He introduces himself to her and kisses her hand. Julian Alfred Pankratz.

His lips brush the top of her hand and in response she acts like one of his tarts. Only because she has to get him to trust her, obviously. Yen smiles and flutters her eyes at him. His smile is charming. So is his admiration of her form. When his gaze drops ever so briefly to her cleavage she feels something else unexpected.

Warmth.

She shakes that off too.

His parents sit on either side of him. Yen doesn’t waste much time. By the time the second course is served she brings up Ciri and the war.

She doesn’t expect Jaskier’s mom to immediately bring up the horrid witch who is hiding the child. The slut who doesn’t know her place. The evil women who schemes and plots and who gets what she wants by manipulating men with her whoredom.

Yen is used to being called these things by conservative wives. But she finds her eyes flick to Jaskier, and her heart leaps to her throat. It makes her so, so angry that she cares what he will say.

He has always seemed like an enemy? But here? Behind actual enemy lines? He feels like a friend.

Fuck.

But Jaskier averts his eyes. He stares at his plate. He isn’t going to join in, but he isn’t going to defend her either. Obviously.

She DOESNT care godsdamnit. She’s just caught up in the moment. She DOES NOT CARE.

So it is entirely incidental that she experiences immense, sweet relief when he smiles softly to himself before he replies.

“Oh mother,” he says genially, “but I know you. It is simple envy that moves you to such crude accusations.”

His mother splutters. “Do you think I covet her false beauty—“

“Not her beauty.” Jaskier says, still calm. Still affable. “She is beautiful of course, but nothing like that. It’s just that you and father are so small minded and so constantly desperate for the approval of other, equally small minded people, that when you see someone who has a soul and who lives in a free spirited manner, that you ache with envy and impotent rage. And that is why you use such uncharacteristically crude and low language to describe her. That is why you yearn to oppress her and control her. That is why you want to put her in her place.”

Jaskier smiles genially and takes another bite of his lobster.

His parents turn so pink with rage that they look purple.

Yen hasn't felt such satisfaction in so very long. She also isn't used to people taking up for her. Not in places like this.

His father is the first to regain his composure. He smiles and looks around the table at the nervous nobles who are trying their best to ignore the awkwardness.

He smiles around the table. “You have to excuse my son. Instead of accepting the position at Oxenfurt he roams the earth thinking with nothing but his base impulses. He knows nothing of the real world. He is young, idealistic, and completely useless.”

There are nervous chuckles around the table when Yennefer speaks up.

“Actually,” she says in between sips of champagne, “I have heard of your son. Jaskier is that right?”

Jaskier looks at her, surprised and deeply pleased.

His parents smile tight lipped.

“Ridiculous name,” his mother says.

“Well,” says Yen, “you’re probably right. The vaunted thinkers and academics who laud his poetry coast to coast are probably incorrect. The soldiers who offer their undying gratitude that he has documented their deeds are wrong. The traumatized war orphans who cry and say that he has saved their lives with his art are surely absurd. It is you who are correct, I’m sure. Of all the ways you can spend your life, comforting and inspiring people does sound like an utter waste of time.”

She primly sips her drink and the grateful, genuine smile that spreads on Jaskier’s face like the sunrise rockets straight to her soul.

The rest of the dinner is tense, but Yennefer is having a wonderful time. Conversing with a Jaskier like this---he is adoring and attentive--it is addictive. She never knew it could feel like this with him.

And after dinner, when he finds her outside the privy and steps incredibly close to her, his hand sliding around her waist, she is shocked into silence by her desire. She doesn't find her voice until he has kissed her ever so softly and tenderly that she almost melts onto his parents stone floors.

"J-j-askier," she manages to mumble.

"Yes, love. Marina, is it?" he murmurs into her ear, his nimble fingers trailing from her neck down, down down. "Beautiful name. Beautiful woman."

She steps back and lets his arms fall heavily to the side.

"I must tell you something. And you will regret what you just did."

It could have sounded like a threat. She meant it to sound like a threat. But it just sounds sad. The glamour falls from her and his face transforms into shock.

She swallows the lump in her throat as he steps back so hard, he hits the wall and covers his mouth with his hands.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he demands. He looks white as a sheet. Terrified.

"I just did!"

"Earlier!"

"Because!" Yen squeaks. (She never squeaks) "I was...flummoxed. I--oh a pox on it, Jaskier, I liked it. Is that what you want to hear? You asshole? You bastard?"

His hand falls slowly from his face. Then a soft, tiny, smug little smile begins to form.

"Ha. I knew it."

He did not know it.

She smacks him. He laughs.

Then he remembers something and falls back against the wall againt groaning. "Oh, Geralt. Geralt. I'm a terrible friend. I will have to run off, to never return--"

She smacks him again. "Ow, what?"

"Calm down. Let's go see him together. I have a feeling he is going to like what we have to say."

The next time they kiss, it is in front of a roaring fire in her home in Vengerberg, with Geralt caressing them both, and watching with fondness.

"If I had known that it was this easy to shut the two of you up, I would have insisted on it a long time ago."

#the witcher #yennskier #yenskier #geraskefer

[aniseandspearmint]

Took an ill advised afternoon nap, you know how it is...

I had a dream that I was gonna play a DND game with a handful of other people except none of us had prepared characters. Or knew each other well? I knew one other person I think.

So the DM pulled out a bunch of sheets and slid them onto the table face down and said to pick one each. (The table was a fancy smooth dark wooden dining room type table).

Me and the person next to me, a woman my dream said I knew whose face I can't remember now, each reached and slid one over.

Everyone else took one too.

I flipped mine over and it was a stat page with a drawing of a fancy looking human (except maybe not the race line was REDACTED) lady, with a dark updo and a kind of Natalie Dormer smile.

Some of the stat page was filled out other bits left for me to fill in.

I thought, 'okay she looks devious. High end thief maybe? Cons old rich guys and steals all their jewels n money?'

And the gal next to me had a half elf (her race was not redacted) with red hair back in a pearl hair net, and a set of cards in her hand and a kind of mean shoulder/head tilt.

We immediately decided they were a two woman con team.

There was someone complaining that they didn't wanna play a bear furry, but I can't remember who

The DM said all choices were final, it was luck of the draw.

She slid a pot of pens into the center of the table and we all took one.

I took a purple one because I like purple, my friend took a dark red one.

Someone (they had a gnoll with a blue beaded mane holding a clock? Something with gears anyway, in front of them) asked about dice.

The DM said, 'those come in later, just name your characters, that's the important part for now. Read the info paragraph first though.'

Me and my friend are like, okay suuuure and we look down and–'

Mine was something about a lady who cooly cons aristocrats out of their money and jewels and occasionally a race horse or two.

My friend was something about a hot headed half elf that could climb any wall and had contacts everywhere, and a precious gift for document forgery.

And we were like, 'huh, that's actually pretty close to what I was imagining? Neat coincidence!'

And the DM was just like, 'Dont pick a silly name, you don't wanna get stuck with it and once you put a name at the top, your STUCK with it!'

So like, we uncapped the pens and signed OUR names. Just the first ones. Why would two con women have lasting last names, right?

The ink was black black black and shimmery and it felt like the good kind of falling?

The DM tapped my sheet and pointed to the blank line that said CURSES and AFFLICTIONS and said, 'something goes there, doesn't it?'

And I was like, 'oh huh, sure, yeah you're right'

And I started to put something down BUT THEN I WOKE UP.

It started with the word 'cold' tho.

#dreams #kind of dnd #my brain loooooves to tell itself stories i guess #I signed dubious dream papers with my real first name with a strange shimmery pen #this will surely have no consequences right? #fantasy #fiction #this plays like the beginning of an interesting isakei fantasy tho #me #my life

[moved2usagiiboo]

Love spell

MINORS DNI (I know I can not stop you but if I find out, you will be blocked.) This is my first time writing a fan fiction on Tumblr, let's see how this goes !

Warnings: Degrading, face fucking, explicit description, oral male receiving, sexual acts using toys. (Let me know if I missed any)

As a young girl, you believed in finding your prince charming, he'd swoop in on his mighty steed and steal your heart. You'd be enamored by his wits and courage, and he your beauty and intelligence. "The one".

At the age of 17, a high school student obsessed with the idea of traditional love. You found him. Your one and only, but he was far from prince charming, he didn't ride a mighty steed nor own a castle, but he was yours and you love him. Your highschool sweetheart, you both have cried together, laughed together, experienced many emotions together. You, in many ways, were each other's firsts.

First break down, first date, first hand holding, first kiss, first lover, and after a year of dating, you were each others' first time.

You could still remember the night, you have both been planning this for months. On your one year anniversary, you would get a room for the night at a local love hotel, there would be soft music playing, dimmed lights, candles burning, and that's where and how he take your virginity and you his. Perfect.

It didn't go that way to say the least, being very inexperienced. The first time he tried to penetrate you, you pushed him off and hide under the blanket saying, "that's not going to fit", during foreplay you accidentally hit his head with your own, not to mention almost setting the room on fire with the lit candles. But after many laughs and giggles, you successfully lost your virginity to him and you couldn't be happier.

It was far from movie perfect but for both you and him it was everything and more.

Present day you are almost two years into your relationship and you both couldn't be happier. Draken treated you with the utmost respect and care, he always takes care of you, there's barely any arguments between the two of you. Everything is perfect. Kind of.

That's how you found yourself in the streets of Shibuya's red light district, near the brothel where your lover grew up in, so you think. You looked down at your phone.

"Shit!" You hit the side of your phone as it read "connection lost, rerouting", this had been the third time it has done this, you zoned out while trying to fix your phone so you can actually make it to your destination before it gets too late. You didn't hear the woman calling your name.

"Y/N!" You felt a hand gripping your shoulder, spinning you around to face them.

"Oh! Akai!" You exclaimed happily as you locked eyes with the person in front of you, a younger woman in a red silk dress, short blonde hair with long lashes.

"What are you doing out here? It's late. Shouldn't you be home by now?" She asked in a concerned tone looking you up and down. You wore an all black hoodie with baby yellow accents, along with black joggers.

"Oh, well, I'm was looking for you." You said bashfully with a slight giggle in your tone.

"Oh?" Akai questioned.

"Well, not you specifically but the hotel! You see, I got lost trying to find it and my stupid phone keeps rerouting me!" You complained, while pushing your phone in her face to show her your problem. She simply laughs, she locks arms with yours.

"Dont worry, big sister Akai will take you there, then you can explain why you're looking for us in the first place." Akai said with a wink.

A few minutes passed and you've arrived at the brothel, she brought you a drink and sat you down in her room with a couple of other girls, you all on the floor together, after short introductions and small talk Akai 'cut to the chase' as she likes to say. Chugging her bottle of beer, she looked at you with her slightly flushed face, along with the rest of the girls there.

"Spill the beans, whats going on? Trouble in paradise?" Akai smirked crawling her way towards you. You lifted your knees to your chest wondering if you should even be here, was this a stupid idea? You must've sat with your thoughts for a while, Akai looked at you with a bit of sadness in her eyes.

You could feel your face heating up with embarrassment, your heart was beating out of your chest. You figured this would be the best place to go to learn how to do it but what if they would make fun of you? What if they tell Draken? You really didn't think this through as well as you should have.

"Hey, whatever is going on.. You can tell us, we see you like our little sister ya' know?" She says with a smile, wrapping her arm around your shoulder to comfort you. Shes always been like this, ever since she walked in on you and Draken kissing, she's been the biggest help and supporter of your relationship. You couldn't ask for a better friend.

With a deep breath you decide tell them your issues, you were here anyways.

"Okay, so, I want to learn how to give oral." You said looking down at the ground fiddling your fingers, quite embarrassed about what you just said.

"Draken has, well, done it to me a couple of times and I wanted to return the favor. The thing is, everytime I try he rejects me. Telling me, 'i don't have to do things like that'. He's so considerate sometimes it pisses me off." You ranges to the girls as they listened with opening ears.

"I mean, what type of guy rejects a blow job? It's not like he has erectile dysfunction or his dick is small. I just don't get it." You were practically fuming at the memory of him pushing him off of you as you tried to suck him off.

"Maybe he's just shy?" One of the girl's offered her opinion.

"Oh no, this man is not shy! At all" You explained remembering some of the down right filthiest things he's muttered in your ears during your time together. "He's anything but that."

"Maybe he's scared you'll bite it." Akai said causing herself and others to snicker at her comment. You could only sigh.

"Would I be that bad my first time?" You muttered to yourself.

"Everybody is, it's a practice thing." Akai explained, she got up to grab herself another bottle of beer. "What you need, is practice." She smirked handing you the bottle.

"Yeah, but how? He won't let me." You said tilting your head at her statement, taking the bottle out her hand.

"Alright girlies, get out." Akai said while looking at the other women in the room with the two of you.

"Ehhh? Whyy? We wanna help too!" One of the girl exclaimed, getting multiple replies of other girls who agree.

"We don't wanna make Y/n feel any more embarrassed than she already does." Also sighed at the childish responses of her coworkers.

You were hiding your face in your phone at this point, it was honestly one of your worst ideas, but if it helped you with Draken it was worth it.

Small "awh man", "I wanted to hear more", and other complaints came out their mouths as they left the room one by one. You waves goodbye to the girls muttering a small thank you to them for listening.

"Alright!" Akai exclaimed while squatting down to reach under her bed, pulling out a box full of,

"Toys! The best practice you can get in such a small amount of time." She smirked pushing the box towards you. You could feel the blood rush to your face as you stared at the box filled with sex toys, you're far from innocent but there's still things you've never used or seen before, toys being one of them. Akai dug in the box full of excitement.

"I'll be your first!" She smirked, she pulled out multiple many toys just throwing them out the box without a care as to where they'll land. Finally, she pulled out an unopened box, "private fun" read the lable, it was all black with dark purple letters on it, it was a sleek box, very fancy to say the least.

"I haven't used this one yet, considering I never feel the need to. This'll be my first gift to you." She said tossing the box to you while looking for something else in her closet.

"Just what exactly is this?" You asked picking up the box to further examine it.

"A dildo! Duh." She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world,

"Oh! And this!" She threw a small bottle towards you, "Love spell" a small pink bottle that could be mistaken for a 5-hour energy drink.

"Draken won't be back home for a while, which means, we have around" She looked at the clock hanging on her wall, "an hour and thirty minutes. Which is just enough time!"

"Wait wait wait!" You looked at her with complete confusion, "I have no idea what's going on! Why do I need all of this?" You looked at your hand and the items that are now in your possession, "Love spell", a dildo, and beer.

"Welllllll," Akai said drawing out the word, "You need practice, not like you can fuck a rando before Draken gets back, you also need liquid courage and a secret weapon!" She explained. "Now we don't have much time, chug both the beer and our secret weapon." She winked at you.

You're really starting to reject your decision, but there's no backing out now. You opened the bottle of whatever was in the pink container and chugged it down, quickly opening the beer to help with the bitter taste of the first liquid. It could show on your face the level of disgust you had for drinking this, you could never understand how Draken drank beer all the time, and whatever the hell this 'love spell' is taste disgusting. It was bitter and tangy, it even overpowered the beer.

Akai worked on opening the package to the dildo, while you were dealing with the taste of the liquids you just drank. She looked at you with menacing eyes and a devious smile that sent shivers down your spine.

She stood up and squatted in front of you holding that item in her hand as if it was nothing. Your eyes widened at the sight of it, it was big, yet flimsy. It was a pretty light blue color for such a naughty item.

"Take it." She handed you the dildo, "grip it with both hands." And so you did it. Following her every command.

"N-Now what?" You questioned feeling slight tipsy from the bottle of beer you just chugged, your face flushed from either holding a dildo or the beer, you couldn't tell, but it made this whole situation a lot worse for your lower region.

"Open." Akai tapped the bottom of your chin telling you to open your mouth, and so you did with the most innocent look in your eyes.

"Slowly bring it to your mouth, you want to tease him, lick the tip." You stuck your tongue out making small swirls onto the tip of the fake cock, "Alright, now slowly take it in, don't force anything." You opened your mouth wider to take in the inches of the cock, bringing it to the back of your throat causing you to choke and gag as it hit it. You quickly pulled the fake dick out and began to cough.

"I told you slowly. Let's try again." She squished your face with a hand pulling it up, the other held onto the dildo. "Open." She said again and you did. She guided the dildo into your mouth, slowly moving it in and out, barley reaching the back of your throat. "Breathe through your nose, don't panic." She said as she began to pick up the pace. Rapidly moving the dildo in and out. "Use your tongue at the bottom of it, stick it out." She commanded. Spit began to drip from the side of your mouth onto the floor, you felt as if you were losing yourself. Tears welled in your eyes as you swallowed down the dildo. It wasnt even real, it wasn't even Draken's but for some reason it made your head pound and your pussy twitch with excitement. If this feels as good as it does, you couldn't help but wonder how Draken's would feel, how it would feel against the back of your throat.

Akai picked up on the pace making the dildo hit the back of your throat causing you to convulse onto the dildo, you close an eye and winces as it attacked your throat.

"Try it yourself." She said letting go, letting you have full control. You started slow, pushing the dildo in and out your mouth as she did, trying to follow her lead. You tried to take more of it, you shoved the dildo deep into your throat, forcing all the inches into your mouth, you could feel it bulge through your throat as held it in place forcing you to choke on it. You felt your warm tears drip down your face, you weren't letting up. You wanted to feel it down your throat, the warm, the tightness, you wanted to feel Draken. You finally pulled it out, watching as the inches slipped out of your mouth.

"Guess what bottle really did wonders!" Akai giggled. "Deepthroating huh? You're basically a pro." You looked at her with a stained face, drool down the side of your mouth, and glassy eyes. You finally felt the embarrassment hit you, you covered your face dropping the dildo onto the ground making incoherent noises.

"I think you're ready." She smirked patting your head watching you in distress.

"I am?" You questioned, it was that easy?

"Yep! Actually, take this." She tossed you one last thing before telling you to go wait in his room. As you walked to his room you felt your head ring, the only thing you could hear was the needy throbbing of your inner walls. You couldn't wait for Draken to get back, just what did Akai give you? You had no time to be embarrassed about what you just did in the other room, you just wanted him. All of him.

You found yourself in his barley lit room, sitting on his bed. It was him, his scent, you could feel him around you even if he wasn't physically present. Your inner walls clenched at the thought of your boyfriend. You changed out of your clothes and into what Akai gave you, it was a sleek princess pink teddy with a deep V neck to perfectly show off your breasts. There were straps in the back that cupped your ass making it look juicier than before. There was a deep slit in the middle of the dress, a small move and not only would your stomach be revealed but your pussy would be as well. You made your way over to his bed to wait, you sat down and got engulfed in his smell. It was painful to just wait, the way your panties got wetter by the second, you decided to lay down but it only got worse. Minutes passed by but it felt like hours, you wanted to call him and tell him to hurry but you already showed up unannounced. You didn't want to pester him anymore, so you waited. You don't know when but you found your walls squeezing your fingers tightly as you moved them in and out. Moans and a wet sound filled the room as you toyed with yourself. Your face was in his pillow breathing him in as your other hand was toying with your breasts, pinching, squeezing, and pulling your nipples. It felt good but not good enough, it couldn't bring you to that high that Draken could. You found yourself calling him out, chanting his him like a mantra underneath your moans. You didn't even notice when he came in the room.

"Y/N?" Draken called out as he closed the door. The look on his face was priceless, his gaping mouth and widened eyes as he looked at the sight of you being so desperate for him calling out his name with fingers inside your cunt.

"D-Draken, m'sorry, couldnt wait. Need you." You whined. Pushing your fingers deeper making your back arch. At this point, he was stunned. The shy girl who never seeked anything sexual, the same girl who blushes when they held hands even after being together all the time. That girl was fingering herself on his bed begging for his cock. It was an instant turn on.

"S'all your fault!" You cried out with tears in your eyes, you got up and looked him in the eyes. "All cause you won't let me touch you..." You pouted.

"Ha? What are you talking about?" Draken questioned you. You weren't paying attention to him, you crawled from the bed stepping on the cold floor with your bare feet. You got on your hands and knees in front of Draken, looking at him with the utmost admiration, but behind those eyes was a look of neediness.

"W-What are you doing?" He watched as you played with his belt buckle, you locked eyes with him once more,

"Can't I?" You asked, kissing the bulge through his pants, "Want you, wanna feel you in my throat." You pulled his pants down revealing his boxers, you rubbed your hand feeling the hardness through the fabric, placing small kisses on it while you you waited for a go, a sign, anything.

"Shit Y/n, who knew you could be so slutty hm?" Draken smirked, "Go ahead." You beamed a smile at him as you pulled his boxers down revealing his harden cock. This is the first time you've seen it up close, it's pretty. It almost looks angry with how flushed it is on the top.

You began to kiss his freed cock, starting from the shaft up, remembering what Akai taught you. Tease him. Littering his cock with kisses, you reached the tip, you began to leave small kitten licks, swirling your tongue on around the tip, prodding the tip of your tongue into the small hole on his cock.

"Shit," Draken muttered under his breath, his voice sounds as if it's gotten deeper. You look up at him to see his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes completely focused on you. "Stop with the teasing." He demanded.

"Don't wanna." You continued to look at him, staring into his gorgeous orbs, "s'punishment for not letting me do this early" You smirked against his dick, bringing one of your hands up to slowly move your hand up and down his shaft. You watched as his breath started to break, his tough exterior was crumbling and it was all because of you, but it wasn't enough, you want to keep going. You have a show to put on.

You open your mouth sucking on just the tip of his cock, bobbing your head slowly with swirling his tip in your mouth.

"Y/N, fuck." He places his hand behind your head as his breath began to get more rapid and broken apart. "Come on, take some more." He was practically begging at this point. So slowly but surely, you widened your mouth, stuck your tongue out, and pushed your head further down to his cock. As much as you could take, the remainder you began to jerk with your hand. Bobbing your head on the inches you could take up and down with jerking him off. Listening to his soft grunts and groans. He was big, you knew this but it's different with it's in your throat, you can see it, your mouth felt full and you didn't even completely take it in. You kept going on this pace, proud of yourself for breaking Draken's tough exterior.

"Going to damn slow." He gripped the back of your head forcing his cock down your throat, you gag at this sudden action. He uses your mouth like a rag doll, forcing his cock in and out your mouth and a hellish pace without stopping, bobbing your head up and down. It hurts, taking all of him.

"Wanna be a dirty slut, gonna treat you like one." He said while gripping your hair harder as he pulled you off his cock, "spit on it." He said, and you did, you spat on the shaft of his cock and opened your mouth again for him to assault your throat.

"So eager to take this dick hm? Couldn't even wait for me to get home, had to play with yourself while I was gone? Who knew my pretty girl was such a dirty slut." He chuckled, under his breath as he continues to use you however he pleased. You placed your hands on either side of his thigh to try and control the pace but it was futile, he was much stronger than you, all you could do was hold yourself up and try not to vomit. Drool dripped down the side of your mouth as he thrusted his cock down your throat.

"Taking all this dick, good girl." He praised you as he held your head against his pelvis forcing his dick down your throat, he looked smug as he saw the outline of his cock through the flesh of your throat, you slapped his thigh to try and get him to let go of you, needing air. The feeling of you shaking on his cock trying to push away to get air was a sight to behold for him, he wanted to bury his cock in your throat forever, never taking it out. He watched as tears dripped down your face, your hair was mess, face stained with tears, drool dripping out the corners of your mouth. You gagging on his cock, digging your nails into his thigh.

Draken finally let go, you gasps for air you so desperately needed.

"Open up." He says pushing your head back, "Stick that slutty tongue of yours out. Gonna cum in your mouth."

You put your hands on your knees, sitting up higher to put the tip of his cock in your mouth as he jerked it. His eyes glared at you, you listened to his grunts like a melody. You never seen him like this, during sex he was very calm and collected, gentle. Never used harsh words, this was different though. For some reason, being used like his cocksleeve had you dripping.

"Gonna cum, Y/n, take it all, don't spill a single drop." His warm cum spurted onto your tongue, he wiped his tip clean on your tongue "that's it, good girl, now swallow it." You closed your mouth and with a single gulp you downed his cum without a second thought.

"Tastes weird..." Wiping the drool from your mouth with the back of your hand. Draken lifts you up by your arm and tosses you on the bed.

"Had to go and get me riled up..." He said while taking his shirt off, "gonna fill you up real nice." He pushed his lips against yours hungrily devouring your mouth, tasting a mixture of both liquor and his own cum, his mouth explored your own in a heated make out session, his hand traveled down past your panties and onto your bare cunt, a finger pushed pass your slit making it's way in. You moaned into the kiss, giving Draken more access to your mouth, swirling his tongue with your own.

You pulled away from the kiss to let out a soft moan as his finger toys with you, he puts another one in causing you to arch your back. His other hand rubs soft circles on your clit, he claims your mouth with another hungry kiss as if this will be the last time he felt your lips against his own.

"So needy, barely did anything to you." You moaned against his lips as he brought you to a high.

"D-Draken!" You moaned out.

"Fuck, trying to amputate my fingers? Loosen up. " He grumbles, his lips go down to your neck, sucking and biting against your fleshing leaving bruises everywhere his mouth touches. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him in closer, as you begin to grind your hips against his fingers as they work their way in and out of you and the others against your clit.

"Gonna cum on my fingers?" He questions in your ear while biting your ear lobe.

"Gonna cum on em!" You reply, moving your hips faster, you begin to convulse as he brings you to your well deserved orgasm.

"You're gonna do that all on my cock." He muttered against your neck as he works his way down to your tits. He puts his fingers in your mouth muffling your moans as he begins to suck on your now perky nipples. He pushes his fingers in and out your mouth forcing you to taste your own juices, the same fingers that were just in you, that brought you to your orgasm.

After assaulting your mouth with his fingers he reaches over to the side his of bed to grab a condom.

"Put it on for me." Still high on your orgasm you slowly reach your hand up to take the condom out of his own, that's when he pushes your head own to his cock. He rips the packaging placing just the tip of his cock into the condom.

"Use that pretty mouth of yours." He smirks as he watches you take all of his dick into your mouth, pushing the condom down in the process. "Make sure to get it all the way on, wouldn't want any cum to spill out hm?" He says as he caresses your head.

"Such a good girl." He praises you as you bring your head up, "Gonna make you feel real good okay?" He kisses your forehead as he leans you down into the mattress. He slaps your pussy a couple of times with his cock, prodding the tip at the entrance, pushing his tip every so softly in and out, barley giving you anything to work with.

"Stop with the teasing Draken." You whined, locking your legs around his waist, trying to push his cock further into you. He clicks his tongue at your actions, pulling himself completely out before lifting one of your legs and putting it on his shoulder.

"I don't remember you being in control here." He guffed out. He rammed his cock into you without warning causing you to gasp, your eyes wide and mouth agape. "That's more like it." He smirks at your appearance.

He begins to thrust in and out of your tight pussy, watching you unravel on his cock. One hand holding your leg on his shoulder and the other turning your head to face him.

"This what you wanted right?" He honeyed out, this voice being quite sweet unlike his thrusts, the way his cock pulled out of you only to slam right back in. Sounds of skin against skin filled the room, along with your sweet mouths chanting his name like once before.

He pried your mouth open with his fingers bringing his face closer only to spit in your mouth, "Good little whore" he mutters against your ear. His thrusts never stopped, not once, he keeps going until he brings you to an orgasm.

He could feel your body going limp, but he wasn't done yet. He flipped lifted your body, he was now on his knees and you on his lap, your hands tangled in his hair while being wrapped around his neck, his mouth devouring your nipple, he slams his cock into you while being in this new position. His hands on either side of your waist slamming your body onto his own matching the rythm of his thrusts. He bites down on your nipple, you pull his hair as payback, you finally meet eyes. His hair all disheveled and out of his normal braid, his eyes slanted, full of hunger, he looked like a animal eyeing his prey, and you looked extremely delicious right now. He captures your lips in a heated kiss as his grip tightens on your waist, you grind against his cock as you moan into the kiss. You suck on his tongue and he does yours, you bite his lower lip slightly tugging on it.

"God Y/n, who knew you were so cock hungry. Wouldn't have been going so easy on you of I knew you could take it." He chuckles as he lays your body back down onto the mattress and begins pounding your body against his locking his lips with yours again.

"You're sucking me in like crazy." His voice is rough and out of breath. Your walls only tightening around him while hearing his voice, his hand goes back down to your clit rubbing it aggressively.

"Fuck, I'm close, fuck fuck fuck." He announces, muttering an array of curse words as he feels himself getting closer to his climax. "Cum with me, cum on my cock one last time." He picks up the pace with his thrust and the attack on your poor nub, you were nothing more than a moaning drooling mess at this point subject to Draken's aggressiveness, your body shakes and your back arches for the last time as you release your juices onto Draken's cock coming to your final high, he thrusts one last time before he releases in the condom.

He pulls out taking off the condom and throwing it in the nearby bin, he watches as you slowly drift to sleep but not before saying, "I love you."

"Mhm, I love you too, my little vixen." He kisses your forehead before he lays next to you and drifts to sleep.

Sorry if this wasn't the best, it was my first time writing for Draken. He's kind of a difficult character, I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!

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[random-imagines-blog]

Beacon {Hermione Lodge x Female!Jones!Reader NSFW Oneshot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2499 Summary: Being a Jones gave you a bad reputation, though a good one among the ladies. Hermione is about to learn why. Notes: SMUT SMUT SMUT

A lot of people tended to associate the last name Jones with rottenness. The singer Tom Jones - he was a creepy piece of shit. Don’t even get me started on Jim Jones. He was probably the worst of the worst. But in Riverdale, Jones was synonymous with three people. FP Jones, the leader of the Southside Serpents, Riverdale’s answer to what happens when people get bored in a small town. Jughead Jones, a mini FP with some sort of weirdo victim complex. He’s making waves by not being fully a Southsider or a Northsider, alternating between the two with his friends, his gang, and his little girlfriend. And then - there was me. I tended to keep my head down most of the time. I commuted to work out of town, but always spent my weekends in Riverdale, hanging out at the White Wyrm with the Serpents, despite not being one myself. I mostly just became known as the other one. But the city would be wrong to think that I didn’t have that Jones-type streak in me. Though I wasn’t involved in the gang life or these stupid wars that my little brother was fighting, I had a devious hobby of my own. One that made the little Riverdale dads quake in their nice shoes. I was the lesbian who stole wives.

And right now, I was working on the grand prize.

A Mrs Hermione Lodge.

With her husband being scum and her daughter being high strung and hardly ever spending any time at home, she was feeling stressed and lonely, and that is when I had come in. I loved going over to Pop’s, it was the prime place to be, especially on a Saturday night. I had called in food for Dad and I, Jughead was gonna be having dinner with the Coopers, blech, so it was just four burgers, enough for the two of us. I was leaning against the counter, waiting for the bag when someone caught my eye. The long dark hair. The bronze skin. The harsh look but the gentle eyes. Well hello Miss Lodge.

She was picking up dinner too. We were both standing beside one another and I initiated a conversation, complimenting her boots. She seemed a little surprised that the spawn of FP was talking to her but she settled into it well enough. We fell into a pleasant chat, and I invited her out for drinks sometime. Something she accepted readily. Poor girl, she didn’t have a thing going on in the world.

And that is how we ended up here.

Alone inside of my bedroom in the trailer, FP having gone out to do some business. The way that she looked at my home annoyed me somewhat. She was clearly used to the bigger and better things. The extravagant Lodge lifestyle. Fancy hotels and penthouse suites. Not this dingy little thing with my room that could fit comfortably inside of her shoe closet.

But we couldn’t go into her house, oh no. Knowing her husband, he probably had cameras all around the place and would know the second that you set foot within the place. You told her that you just plain didn’t give a fuck. Let him find out. Let him see what it looked like when his wife was happy and taken care of for the first time. But she was scared - and against your better judgement, you let her be scared. You let her keep this all a secret. A dirty little secret - those had a way of coming out in Riverdale. But that would be Hermione’s problem. Not yours.

It started off as soon as you were in your small bedroom - the kissing, her hundred dollar lipstick mashing against the one that you had stolen from the Wal-Mart in the next town over. She seemed rather unclear on what to do. She had confessed to you that she didn’t have much experience with other women, having had been essentially promised to Hiram from the beginning, and having a slight affair with Fred Andrews. You were going to teach her a thing or two, as long as she relaxed.

She was stiff, but returning in the kisses, while you did the majority of the touching. You gave her a bit of a pull inside of the room, and helped her to take off her dress, while you stayed perfectly dressed. A power dynamic in play. She had a naturally submissive side which you were going to exploit. After she was just in her underwear, probably also worth a hundred dollars at least, black and lacy and fit her bottom perfectly, she backed up against the door. She had every chance to leave. You weren’t caging her in here. But you could see - she enjoyed being vulnerable.

You crouched down, your hands running across the smooth fabric of those panties, teasing her by not going inside. Right where the crease was, right where it dipped in, you started to press kisses, making her droop back against the door, trying to find stability. You were touching, rubbing, smoothing at her glowing skin. She was golden all over. Finally, you started to pull the fabric down, and she shyly tried to hide herself behind her hand but you wouldn’t let her. Beautiful shaved. Just - beautiful.You really had a thing for the MILFs. Maybe it was because they seemed to appreciate it more? You were kissing against, spreading her folds, really getting a good look at her. Paying attention to her in the way that her husband had not in a very long time. Flicking your tongue. Your eyes, the same blue as your brothers, looking up at her. Though you were the one on your knees, you had all the control.

She turned into a moaning mess against your door. You held her steady by her hips, her hair nearly long enough to touch the tops of your hands. She was licking her lips and resting her hand, sharp manicured nails, against your cheek. She squealed in a rather undignified way as you started to tongue-fuck her from your position, getting in there, knowing the right spots in the way that only another woman could. Her knees were buckling, she was close to bouncing, and then you cut it off by moving up to join her lips again, hands on the back of her neck for a full on hot as fuck make out session. She didn’t even mind the taste of herself upon my tongue.

You traced down her body to go between her legs again with her fingers, stimulating her clit with small circles, using your middle finger to really get into her folds. All the while, the kisses weren’t stopping. She didn’t seem sure about what to do with her hands, but she was trying. She was grabbing onto your breasts, going up and down your arms, through your hair. She was so fumbly and insecure that you forced her to turn around, her own breasts pressed up against the wood. You only let up on the touching her for that one second while she leaned her head against the door, sticking her tush out. You couldn’t believe how beautiful she really was. You couldn’t stop admiring her. The softness of her skin, the taste of her neck.

You caressed everything, before finally inserting a finger inside of her. She moaned again, leaning her head back. You pressed against her, really curling your finger, putting in a second one, while your other hand wrapped around to rub circles again. The noises were growing obscene. You were pushing back a smirk. You bet her husband couldn’t make her wet like this. Couldn’t make her moan like this. Couldn’t make her cum like you were about to just from touching her. Her moans started to grow louder, and she muttered out a “Oh my God” that was making all of your effort worth it. You were moving faster and faster until she came fully unfurled, her body spasming against yours. She was essentially humping your door which was amusing. Oh, Miss Hermione Lodge. You weren’t looking so high class at the moment. Oh, the way that back was arching. You were amused. She was lost in her reverie.

You ended up back on your bed, you sitting down with her naked body between your legs. The kissing had commenced again. She tasted so ... so sweet. As did her skin, you noticed, as you went down her neck towards her shoulders. She finally started to realize that this shouldn’t be all about her, the spoiled rich woman getting everything that she wanted, and she started to touch back. She took your breasts in her hands as she licked up your jawline, bringing out an unexpected moan.

You relinquished the sense of control, but you still felt like you had it this whole time. You let her believe that she was taking the reins, but really, you were getting everything that you wanted. Especially as her warm mouth was then engulfing your sensitive nipple, tongue swirling. Her lipstick was getting all over you - good. The shade looked almost as good on you than it did on her.

You particularly liked it when she looked up at you. Like she was waiting for some sort of compliment. Something to give her a sense of pride. She was a needy one, this woman. You were enjoying yourself, but it was going to take more than what she was giving you to dole out the compliments.

Touching. Kissing. Skin in her mouth. Eye contact. A few moans here and there. You let yourself be pampered by the woman who was still wanting to take something even while giving. She seemed reluctant to go down, and you weren’t going to force her, it could be intimidating for first timers. But you laid back, you made yourself comfortable, and she ended up getting there at her own pace. Your own dress started to bunch around your waist, and she removed your panties as if they were expensive, despite just being from Wal-Mart. And then she took a few tentative, exploratory licks, trying to get her mind around what she was doing.

You finally gave her a bit of what she wanted. “Oh - fuck yes, Hermy,” You said, coming up with the new nickname for her. You ran the fingers of your one hand through her hair while with the other, you were feeling yourself up, grabbing onto your own chest. She didn’t know to give you her all, but you could put some of the work in. She started to become more bold as she adjusted herself to the taste, more lustful, more - powerful. There was always something more erotic about a woman who grew comfortable in front of your own eyes.

You were letting out moans as she hit the good spot, the little hooded area of your clit, with her tongue. She noticed that, took note of that, and kept on going back for more. She was treating you like a pomegranate, trying to suck all the seeds out and into her mouth. Her hands smoothed up and down your widely spread thighs. “You’re doing so good, sweetheart, so good,” You complimented, your head tilted upwards, gasping to the heavens.

You thrust your hips up to meet her more fully, grinding onto her face as you finally reached your peak with that gorgeous tongue of hers. A thin sheen of sweat was covering the both of you. So much of her lipstick had smudged around her body. Her eyeliner was less than perfect now. She hadn’t turned into a total mess but she was getting there, something which kept you aroused even though her breathlessness showed that she couldn’t take much more.

You pulled her up and onto the bed with you, moving her hair to the side so that you could tuck into her shoulder and lazily, but very satisfied, kissed her shoulder blade. She hummed contently, her breath still labored but there was a smile on her face.

“That was...” She started, and then realized she was lost for words. It made you laugh against the warmth of her skin.

“Amazing?” You finished for her. She nodded. “Too bad you’re still going to go back to that stupid husband of yours. And definitely too bad you didn’t let me mark you. You’d look even prettier with hickies, especially on your thighs...” You traced a hand down there, enjoying her softness. Women - they really were God’s gift. “You make the prettiest sounds, I could listen to you all day.”

“Don’t tempt me,” She said, laughing deeply. You put a few more kisses on her, and then wrapped your arms around her in a cuddle. “I can’t stay much longer, y/n, I... I have to get back before Hiram does.”

“You know I can protect you, Hermy,” You whispered, really not wanting her to go. “You don’t have to go back. You can stay here with me. I know it’s not ideal but... we’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of you. And you know no one can make you feel as good as I do.”

“I know,” She breathed. “I know. I want to, it’s just - Veronica and...”

The downside of being into MILFs. The M part.

“Veronica is a boss ass bitch from everything Juggie has been telling me, you should be really proud,” You said. “But I guess I get it. She’s your baby.”

“And always will be,” Hermione admitted. A pang of jealousy - your mother had no trouble leaving you, taking Jellybean and going, leaving you and Jug behind, and right beside you was a shining example of a mother willing to put her daughter’s happiness above her own. But you had to admire that in her. You had to love that about Hermione.

“Just a few minutes longer, then I’ll take you back to your car,” You said, cuddling close into her, pulling her into a spooning position. It wasn’t sexual anymore, it was just about holding her, having her close, taking in the smell of her expensive perfume, the softness of her body from costly lotions. A few minutes longer turned into an hour as she fell asleep and you were too enthralled by her to wake her up. You moved some of the hairs from her face, gazing at her beauty. The thick brows and lashes, the plump lower lip, the rounded tip of her nose.

Damn if you weren’t growing more smitten by the second. Giving her back to Hiram might just be the hardest thing you ever have to do.

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[morosemagick]

Hey! What about Sihtric confessing his feelings to Reader while they are bathing after a battle? Something like: don't look. But the one is peaking at the other....and well...

You never imagined yourself falling for a Dane. All your life you were told time and time again to find yourself a good Christian man, someone who will provide for you and your family. Too bad for your family, this normalcy was not what your heart desired. You were a fighter, a warrior, desperate to make a name for yourself in a world so large that women seemed to become lost in it. In your desire to become more than the path life had intended for you, you left your family behind to travel to Coccham, where you heard of a certain Saxon turned Dane who leads a group of warriors such as yourself. Warriors who were meant for less and became more. 

It was under the service of Uhtred of Bebbanburg that you would meet Sihtric Kjartanson, the Dane who would steal your heart.

If only you had the guts to tell him.

You almost told him… once. When you were drunk on ale, feeling confident as you found him alone, leaving the alehouse. You went straight up to him and flirted the best you could, hands trailing across his armbands as you leaned into each other and he just might have kissed you….

But you were interrupted by your fellow warriors, and the moment was over.

Since then, you've kept your distance and have barely spoken to Sihtric. You did not want to be seen as anything but a warrior, and you definitely didn't want to be seen as a whore. 

The stress of ignoring him is only heightened after you are all sent to Mercia to deal with raiders at the request of the Lady, Aethelflaed. By the time you are done, you are covered with dirt, blood, and sweat. The summer sun is beaming down on you and you feel absolutely disgusting. 

You arrive back at Saltwic to tend your wounds and rest a touch before returning to Coccham, and also because you believe that your Lord fancies Lady Aethelflaed, but you keep that part to yourself.

As you all ride through the gates and get to the stables, you realize Sihtric is no longer with you. Worried you turn to the warrior closest to you to ask for his whereabouts.

"Osferth?" You call out to him shyly, "Have- have you seen Sihtric?"

"He might have headed to the river already," He glances momentarily and smiles before turning to tie up his horse, "Was everything okay?"

"Yes, I just was hoping to talk to him-" You jump with a gasp as Finan passes you by, playfully hitting your shoulder with a cheeky smile on his face.

"Lookin' for Sihtric like always, Y/N?" He smirks at you and you nod your head in response, "He's by the river, didn't want to bring his stink into Saltwic and offend the Lady of Mercia." He and Osferth both chuckle, looking at each other and then you, "You are welcome to go down there and join him... if you wish."

Your cheeks flush red at the thought as Finan laughs some more, earning a smack on his own shoulder from Osferth, "Stop teasing the poor girl, she's going to faint."

"Y/N is a warrior! She has nothing to be shy over," Finan argues with a laugh as he looks back your way, "I'm sure Sihtric will be more than happy to have him join you."

"Oh no, I'll just… I can wait," You try to tell them as you wave your hands in the air, "I'm in no rush and I'm sure he'd rather be alone-"

"And I'm certain that he wouldn't-"

"Finan, leave her!" Osferth yells again, grabbing his shoulder to get him to go, "Excuse us, Y/N, I think Finan needs a bath... in holy water."

Finan laughs as he lets Osferth drag him away, leaving you with a choice to make. 

One it doesn't take you long to make.

You let your feet carry you with haste to the river, where you indeed find Sihtric readying himself to jump into the waters. He spots you right before has the chance to remove his pants, and stops himself, "Come to spy on me, Y/N?

"I thought you were the spy of our bunch, Sihtric?" You joke as you approach him, trying not to stare too obviously at his chest, "I only wanted to see how you were doing… I saw a man cut you pretty well.

"It doesn't look terrible," Sihtric turns his arm so you can see the open wound, it isn't bleeding anymore but it's still a rather large cut, "I will get it sewn as soon as I'm bathed."

"Good," You nod looking around for something, anything else to talk about but you see that he's standing there smiling at you, and you blush, "What?"

"Do you wish to join me?" Sihtric’s smile keeps firm as he glances momentarily at the water, "I won't look, I swear."

You're too scared to ruin this moment with words so you nod okay, and your response makes him chuckle happily.

"Good. Turn around and I will go in first," he tells you and you immediately turn on your heels making him laugh, "Try not to peak."

"I would never," You tell him once you turn around, very tempted to look over your shoulder as you tell him, "I am a good Christian woman after all."

He laughs harder this time than the last and you can hear his pants drop to the ground, "I am sure all good Christian women bathe with heathens and slay Danes as you do."

"Only the ones who lie with Lord Uhtred," You mutter with a smirk on your face and Sihtric must have heard you because he laughs again.

He's in the water now, you can tell because you can hear the water sloshing around him as he moves, "You can come in now, Y/N," he calls out to you, "I will not look, I swear it."

When you turn around he is faced the other way, as promised, and you start to strip yourself as quickly as you can. Your clothes dropping to the ground without care until you are bare as the day you were born. Slowly, you make your way to the water, letting out a sigh of relief as you lower your body into the cool river. You close your eyes as you go under, letting all the dirt and blood float away.

And as you return to the surface and open your eyes, Sihtric is right there, facing you with a hunger in his eyes like you have never seen.

“I peaked,” He tells you, eyes glued to your lips.

Your appearance mimics his, your chest’s rising and falling quickly as you stare at each other with want and desire. It takes you a moment, but you finally get words to come out of your mouth, “You did,” a smirk forms across your face, “Does this mean I get to punish you?”

There’s a devious smirk on his face as he pulls you in by the neck to kiss you, your hands reaching for his as you all but attempt to devoir each other whole. His kiss is intoxication, more than you could ever hope for. There is no way a good Christian man could kiss like this. His tongue slips into your mouth as a hand slips into your hair, and under the water, you can feel his length hard and stiff against your chest. You want more, you are ready for more-

But instead, you are interrupted... again.

“There you two are,” You can hear Finan call out, and as quickly as he can, Sihtric spins you around so that he can cover your body, “Our Lord is looking for you both.” He’s laughing and you can see the annoyed look on Sihtric’s face, it makes you giggle like a child to be caught like this. 

“I swear, Finan, I will kill you if you do not leave-”

“I am only the messenger!”

“Goodbye, Finan!” You call out, still laughing. 

He does eventually go, and Sihtric sighs in aggravation as he looks back to make sure you’re alone, “And they say I am the heathen.”

“I know,” You tell him, and when he looks back your smiling, “Irishmen are much worse.” 

He laughs for a moment before leaning back in to kiss you again, and the both of you are very late in reporting in, to your lord.

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[simpforsnape]

Mine.

Severus Snape x Reader

wordcount: 662

warnings: uncomfortable comments, minor errors.

requested submission. Enjoy.

The day before Halloween, Hogwarts hosted a feast. After the banquet had finished, it was guaranteed that a staff party would be held.

There you were, standing amongst the other teachers holding an adequate conversation. It was mostly about the students.

Since it was Holloween, you took it upon yourself to dress up. Along with some of the other teachers.

Your costume was simple and sexy and you made sure it wasn't all that revealing. Yet, you felt a pair of eyes glues to your back the entire time you were there.

In the corner of your eye stood Severus. Your lover. The two of you have been dating for a while but decided to keep the relationship to yourselves. Everyone didn't have to know about your personal life, of course, that's what Severus stood by.

“My, don't you look dashing?” An uneasy voice called out to you pulling you from your thoughts.

Your eyes met with the unsettled blonde, Gilderoy Lockhart. God, the man never gave you a break. Every time you turned the corner there he was!

“Gilderoy..” You voiced with an annoyed tone. He had already sensed your irritation by now. But quickly brushed it away dashing his usual smile.

“May I help you with something?..” You questioned again.

The smile on his face broadened.

“Oh, there are many things you could assist me with, Ms. L/N..”

For a moment you thought you busted a vein. How... ‘Eager’ must you be?!

While the other women around you fancied him you simply walked over to a different group of teachers, chiming into their conversation. You had to confess, his actions did bother you.

Severus noticed your change of behavior. Your common smile turned into a scowl. It wasn't like you. Only if something or someone was bothering you, you wore the attitude on your face.

While he stood amongst Dumbledore and McGonagall, he couldn't help but overhear the loud voice that was speaking.

“Ah yes, Ms. Y/N.. I would say that's she's into me..” Lockheart boasted amongst the gentleman as he continues.

“With the snap of a finger, I could have the woman all over me. Performing every imaginable thing to me..” There was a funny smirk formed on his.

“Severus? Are you alright?” McGonagall questioned the bothered Severus. The cup in his hand was suffocating.

He was talking about you. Disrespecting you.. Of course he wasn't alright!

“Just think about.. Her luxurious skin, rubbing against mine. And her-”

Severus couldn't hold his anger anymore.

With a swift move, his wand was withdrawn and quickly pushed against the neck of the blonde.

“Don’t you dare. Utter another word. About Y/N.”

His words were bitter and devious. His actions caught the attention of everyone in the room, including yourself.

“S-Severus?! Whatever are you doing?” Asked the nervous fraud.

“Protecting my Companions name..” He conceded with his wand piercing the blondes neck. At this point, no one even bothered to pull Severus away from Lockheart.

“C-Companion?!” The man quivered in fear.

“If I ever hear another foul and disturbing thing utter from your lips about my Y/N, I guarantee your demise.” His monotoned voice addressed the man who quickly fled from the scene.

Severus’s wand was pocketed. Of course all eyes were on him. He pushed past some of the teachers going to you grab your hand along the way as you both left the staff room.

You both stood in silence. Your hand was still intertwined with his.

“Y/N, I-”

You pulled Severus into an abrupt kiss now throwing your arms around his neck finishing it off with an embrace.

“Thank you.. You didn't have to do that...” You mumbled as he pulled away cupping your cheek. There was a civil smile on his face.

“I was only protecting you, my love. If he ever tries anything else, do not hesitate to tell me..” You only returned the smile, pressing your forehead against his.

“I doubt that he'll try anything now~”

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[godsofhumanity]

⚝───⭒─ 30 DAY HC’S | HERA ─⭒───⚝

HERA | her skin is fair. her hair is a dark chocolate, always tied up into a bun that sits on the crown of her head, with two neat strands resting on her shoulders. her eyes are a turquoise colour. she is always seen wearing her crown. she is an average height, leaning towards the taller side. she has a slender build.

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i've always imagined Hera to be the epitome of regality. she is elegance personified, a magisterial beauty.

yet, i hc her to have another side; though it is true that Hera is always dignified and cool, i think she can also be fun, and even crazy.

i like the idea that Hera is always wearing fashionable outfits, looking incredibly sophisticated, but at the same time, she's also prepared to eat cake off the floor and swear with language you didn't even realise existed.

she's a party girl, she's insane. but she's also beautiful, and she's powerful.

i think this idea is enforced by Hera's usual role in myths, where she plays the part of the vengeful, jealous wife, the pursuer who makes the hero go through all forms of hell. and yet, Hera herself always remains the Queen of Olympus, and few are bold enough to tell her off.

something else which i don't think people talk enough about, is how Hera is a skilled warrior. during Dionysus' Indian War, and during the Trojan War, Hera shows off her skill when she beats Artemis without breaking so much as a sweat.

i love the idea that archery is one of Hera's skills, and i love the idea that she shared her skills with her war children; Ares, Enyo and Eris.

as we all know, as a child, Hera was swallowed by Cronus along with her other siblings, so she didn't have much of a childhood, nor did Rhea have much of a chance at parenting.

i have this hc that Hera is the most similar to Rhea from all of Rhea's children. and i think that because they're so similar, Rhea has the hardest time bonding with her.

this explains, for me at least, why it is said in the myths that Hera spent time in Oceanus and Tethys' house, and why Hera often calls the two her "parents".

relating to the idea of Hera spending much of her youth in Oceanus' house, i like the idea that Hera was close friends with many of Oceanus' daughters. in particular, i like the idea that Metis and Hera, while not close, were at least decent towards each other.

some might say that Hera would have never liked Metis because of her relationship with Zeus, but Metis was Zeus' first wife, so i've always seen it that when Zeus was with Metis, it was before he had loved Hera, and before Hera had loved Zeus. thus, there was no reason for Hera to feel jealous or malicious towards Zeus.

and if Hera and Metis were friends, then it explains why Hera inevitably forms a rather good relationship with Metis' daughter, Athena, despite Hera usually being quite cold to her step-children: they become allies during the Trojan War, they both support Jason in his quest for the Golden Fleece, they team up to overthrow Zeus when they get sick of his arrogance, etc. (Hera's anger at Athena's birth wasn't so much directed at Athena herself, but rather Zeus for having performed the role of "mother" and "father" by giving birth to Athena on his own; an offensive act to Hera, being the goddess of women, family, and childbirth.)

going back to Rhea and Hera; something that has always stuck out to me about Hera is that she always takes Zeus back even though he cheats on her so many times. part of this is, of course, that Hera doesn't want to lose her status as Queen, but i definitely think that part of it is because she loves Zeus.

so yes, Hera does go pretty insane sometimes, and she does some terribly cruel things to the unfortunate lovers of Zeus, but why would she reduce Semele to mere ash, or torment Io with a gadfly, or force Leto to run from island to island unable to give birth, why would Hera do such malicious and evil things if she didn't feel genuinely hurt and betrayed by Zeus? if she didn't love Zeus?

Amphitrite is the wife of Poseidon, another notorious cheater in the Greek pantheon. yet, the retribution of Amphitrite against Poseidon's lovers are significantly less known than the antics of Hera. i personally think that this is because Hera's love for Zeus is real. it's not simply out of duty. she really, willingly loves him, and i think he returns that love, though i won't go into Zeus' perspective here.

now back to Rhea; Rhea goes through unimaginable pain at the hands of Cronus. in my Rhea hc's (scroll down to Rhea's section) i wrote that i imagine Rhea to have a forgiving nature. i like the idea that in spite of what Cronus does to her, she still forgives him. and i think that Rhea's forgiving nature is mirrored in Hera.

time and time again, Hera continues to forgive Zeus and welcome him back. Hera is devious at times of course, i think this cunningness comes from Cronus. but she is also forgiving. in a sense, she is stubborn and determined. and i think this headstrong characteristic is what she gets from Rhea.

related to the previous discussion, i've seen a lot of people say that by having so many affairs, Zeus disrespects Hera's domain as the patron of marriages. that it's ironic that the goddess of marriage herself is the one most in need of a divorce. but honestly, i disagree.

in fact, there is no one more suited to the role of marriage than Hera. she is the model of loyalty, steadfastness, and purity. no marriage is perfect, Hera's least of all. but still, she somehow finds the strength to continue. she remains loyal to Zeus. there is no one who understands the meaning of marriage more than her. and i think that's what makes her so perfect as the goddess of marriage.

now, on a semi-related note; i've heard of the take that Hera would be close siblings with Poseidon. personally, i disagree. as i said earlier, after Zeus, Poseidon is probably the next most infamous cheater. i can't imagine that Hera condones his actions, and as such, i just can't see Hera being extremely buddy-buddy with Poseidon.

of course, i think that Hera loves all her siblings, and they all get along somehow or the other, but if i was to name her closest siblings, i feel that Hades and Demeter would be the most viable candidates.

even though Demeter has a child with Zeus, i don't think that Hera has ever been malicious towards Demeter because of it. i say this because i can't recall any myths where Hera is cruel to Persephone, the lovechild of Demeter and Zeus. in fact, Persephone ends up joing the ranks of Hera and Amphitrite as a fellow queen, so i don't think that Hera hates her terribly.

one last final thing; related to Hera's step-children. i read somewhere that Hera only ever attacked the lovers of Zeus whom she feared Zeus loved more than her or who could threaten her status as Queen. so, Hera didn't attack all of Zeus' lovers (actually, i think this explains why Hera doesn't attack Demeter- i don't think that Zeus was ever in love with her).

furthermore, Hera is the goddess of motherhood and family. she has a strong maternal nature. i think Hera is undoubtedly peeved about the fact that she has so many step-children, but i don't think that she hates them.

there are many instances in the myths where Hera works well her step-children. she forms an alliance with Athena during the Trojan War, when Hera and Artemis are fancied by the giant sons of Poseidon, Artemis slays them both (and one could argue that she defends Hera's honour in doing so), Apollo became her ally when she tried to overthrow Zeus, Dionysus was the one who summoned Hephaestus to free her from the golden chair which imprisoned her, and i can't think of a specific example relating to Hermes, but it is generally said that Hermes was so charming and well-spoken, that all the gods loved him, including Hera.

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#30 day hc #hera #hc

[minor-character-in-this-story]

Small Heath, Through and Through (Tommy Shelby x Reader)

Still not finished with the next part of Marked, so have this oneshot. Was originally going to be some angry smut, but morphed into something else completely. Enjoy!

A lot of people didn’t understand how you tolerated Thomas Shelby. The constant smoking, his one-track mind, and his intimidating presence were just a few of his many perceived flaws. However, you didn’t mind them. You knew who your Tommy was, deep down. He was smart, attractive, good intentioned, and funny in a dry way. He was your childhood best friend, and the owner of your heart. You loved him more than anything in the world, and stood by him through everything.

         But, this. This was testing you. You see, in his never-ending ambition, Tommy has hatched a grand plan to climb up the political ladder. Which was fine, really—the world needed to change, and your Tommy was going to see to it that it did. However, an unexpected side effect of becoming a politician is galas. Fancy parties where you had to dress up and pretend you trained your whole life to be prim and proper. Parties where you had to play nice with the pretentious wives of important men.

         You are a woman from Small Heath; a girl who spent her whole childhood with mud caked under her fingernails. A girl who knows that sweat is a side effect of hard work, not something to be sniggered at. A girl who feels most at home in the dim lighting of the Garrison, surrounded by raucous laughter and unhindered dancing.

         Not only do you not belong at galas, you do not belong within six feet of these snakes that call themselves women. You straighten your black dress as you sip your champagne, trying to tune out the unproductive crosstalk. Across the room, you lock eyes with Tommy, who is currently in conversation with two very important members of Parliament. You sit up a little and subtly roll your eyes. The corners of Tommy’s lips quirk up in a very small smile.

“And you, Mrs. Shelby? Have you had the pleasure of being tailored by Mr. Bennett?” The minute feeling of calm in your chest is quickly replaced with anxiety. You turn back to the five ladies standing around you and put on your best friendly look.

“I don’t believe I have, Mrs. Allen,” you say politely, and the other women make noncommittal noises.

“Yes, I suppose he has not gone out of his way to visit Birmingham,” Mrs. Allen replies, wrinkling her nose.

“Ah, yes, are there even tailors in Birmingham, or did you have to travel to London for your dress?” A lean brunette-Mrs. Edwards-says, and the other women giggle. Heat flares in your belly. All right, if that’s how she wants to play.

“I noticed Mr. Edwards is very close with young Beatrice. I noticed him walking her home last night,” You change the subject, nodding towards one of the caterers that is no older than twenty, “Are they related?” Mrs. Edwards gives you a dangerous look, and you smirk.

“Y/N, I suggest you do not speak of things you know nothing about,”

“Oh, I think I know enough. Excuse me,” You turn to walk away, and as you do so, the women huddle closer.

“I, for the life of me, do not understand how Mr. Shelby tolerates such an indecent woman. He should know such a woman has no place in civilized society,” Mrs. Allen murmurs, and the other women hum in agreement. Oh, fuck this. You see red as your blood boils hot underneath your skin. You whip back around and come face to face with Mrs. Allen.

“I don’t appreciate those who use their tongue for such devious pursuits. This indecent woman knows how to work for what she wants, which is more than I can say for you all. I didn’t spend my youth training to sit around and fill my head with gossip while my husband ignores me. I may be from Small Heath, but I will have more of a legacy than any of you,” You spit, glaring daggers at all of them. The women look back at you wide-eyed with shock, as if nobody has ever put them in their place before--that figures.

You down the rest of your champagne as you stalk across the room, placing your empty flute on a nearby tray. It does nothing to quell the rage in your veins. You finally make it through the grand entryway and out into the cool night air. You breathe in deeply, looking up at the stars. God, you hate these galas. A warm hand wrapping around your waist makes you jump. It’s Tommy, the sneaky bastard.

“Christ,” You murmur, running a hand through your hair. He just blinks at you with one eyebrow raised. It’s a look you know well-the explain, please one.

“I hate these parties. Everyone’s so fucking condescending. I know I just blew your chance with those people by storming out, but if I didn’t, I would’ve shanked those-” You can’t finish your sentence because Tommy’s just pulled you into a passionate kiss. You reciprocate, roughly because you’re still angry, but Tommy doesn’t seem to mind. When he breaks away, he holds your chin in his hand and stares into your eyes.

“Fuck ‘em. They didn’t have what I wanted, anyway. Besides, I need you, not them,” His words fill your heart until it’s fit to burst. Tommy has never been the sentimental type, so this is like a sonnet coming from him. You nod slowly, leaning forward so your forehead is pressed against his. Fuck ‘em.

         The car ride home is companionably silent. The two of you share a cigarette and listen to the comforting rumble of the engine as make your way home. It isn’t until you’re in the house that Tommy speaks again.

“The wives looked upset when you left,” He’s staring out the window of your bedroom as you take off your jewelry. You snort.

“Well, I said some things I probably shouldn’t have,” You wander over to the window, hugging him from behind.

“What things?” You bite your lip, pressing the side of your face into his back. 

“I may have called them empty headed…And I may have pointed out Benedict Edward’s affair with Beatrice Atkinson,” You feel more than hear Tommy’s huff. He turns in your arms, and you look up just in time to catch his smile.

“The caterer?”

“They were snogging in the hallway beforehand!” You say defensively, but Tommy’s grin only widens. He shakes his head before leaning down close to your ear, whispering:

“So that’s where the white stain on his suit came from,” 

Your responding cackle echoes throughout the entire house.

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

🎁🔥GUESS WHO?🔥🎁

Prompt: Y/N’s first day back to work from her vacation is also coincidentally her birthday, as the day goes by, one mysterious box is placed on her work table. The content of it is a devious surprise and Y/N needs to find out who is the mysterious person who dared to give her such a kinky birthday present.

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, bondage(handcuffs), use of a vibrator, fingering, rough sex, mentions of voyeurism, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, cursing.

My Roman lovers: @ziasaph, @reigns-5sos, @mindofasagittaruis

Notes: What a better way to start 2021, then with a Roman kinky fic?! I wish you all a Happy New Year loves, may 2021 be kinder to us all. Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“Happy birthday, to you..” I turn around to the sound of a person singing, just to see Sasha Banks holding a chocolate cupcake and a present bag on her hands.

“Hi Sasha.” I smiled

“Happy birthday babe!” Sasha ran up to me, placing the cupcake on my working table and hugging me tightly.

“Thanks Sasha”

This was my first day back from my vacation, and coincidentally it was also my birthday, so I was excited to see some of the good friends I’ve made while working for the WWE as a chiropractor.

“Here this is for you!” Sasha handed me a present bag.

“Oh Sasha, you really didn’t have to-“

“Shush! I love you, so of course I would pamper you on your birthday” Sasha said as I opened the bag to find a pair of Louboutin’s I had my eyes on for quite sometime, but couldn’t afford it.

“Sasha, are you insane? I can’t accept these! It’s way too expensive!” I gasped

“I am perfectly sane, you will accept these and I don’t care if you think they’re too expensive! I love you, you’re one of my best friends in this company and a human being with a heart made of gold. So if there is someone who deserves these is you” She happily said

“Sasha, I don’t even know how to thank you enough” I whispered with tears on my eyes

“Just say you will be my friend forever babe” She winked

“I don’t need presents to be your friend love”

“That’s why I gave it to you. I don’t care how much they cost, I just want to make my best friend happy on her birthday”

I hugged her and whispered ‘thank you’ on her ear

“So, who else has came here today?” She asked

“Oh! Bayley, Charlotte, Xavier, Kofi, Cesaro, Big E, Alexa, Naomi, Jey, Becky, Seth, Finn, Renee and Dean” I said, listing my close friends

“I was the last one then? Damn it!”

“It’s ok, I know you were busy today love”

“So...no Roman?” She whispered

“No, no Roman” I answered slightly disappointed.

Sasha along with Bayley and Renee were the only 3 people who knew about my stupid crush on Roman Reigns. It’s so stupid of me to think that a man like him would ever look at someone like me.

If he would ever look at someone on this company, it wouldn’t be the thick girl who worked as a chiropractor and yes one of the beautiful toned Divas of this company.

But still I couldn’t help but daydream about having him on top of me.

“Maybe he doesn’t know it’s your birthday?” Sasha tried to make it less uncomfortable

“Really Sasha? He’s friends with Dean! Everybody knows Dean is an open mouth, loud as fuck and can’t keep it to himself not even if his life depended on it...Roman just chose to ignore it, and it’s fine. We’re not close or anything so, I wasn’t expecting him to show up at my office door and fuck me on top of this table” I lied while chuckling weirdly

“Let’s be honest babe, everybody secretly wants Roman Reigns to fuck them on top of a table!” We both laughed at her statement before she continued “It’s his loss anyways babe”

“Yeah I guess so...”

I was making my way back to my office, from the women’s locker room, when a big black box with a golden ribbon called my attention on top of my desk.

“What the hell?” I said as I approached the box carefully. All of my closest friends had already wished me a happy birthday and gave me their presents so this was, to say the least, weird and unexpected.

I saw a blood red card on top of it, so I opened to find the handwritten saying

‘I hope these will make your birthday night unforgettable. Can you guess who’ve bought these for you? ;)’

Ok, that’s pretty fucking weird! I thought

From the corner of my eye I saw Sasha passing by and loudly whispered

“Sasha! Come here”

She entered my office “What’s up girl? Are you ok? You look scared”

I closed my office door and locked, and made my way back to the table by her side.

“Ok, I’m feeling a little paranoid. I just came back to my office to find this box and this card. Here” I handed the card to her and she red silently.

“Did you look what’s inside of it?” Sasha said

“Nope. And to be honest I don’t know if I can..what if it’s like a prank or something?”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out Y/N”

She opened the box, inside of it there was a fancy red paper, I took it out of the way to reveal what was underneath it and I tell you I almost passed out.

Inside the box there was a lavender and purple (my favorite colors) vibrator, it was actually pretty cute...two pairs of handcuffs, lube, nipples clamps and a whip.

“Oh my gosh” Sasha gasped as she took the clamps on one hand and the whip on the other. “Someone wants to get kinky with you girl!” She examined the items carefully

“What in the actual fuck?” I whispered shocked “Give me that!” I took the items out of her hand, shoved back into the box and quickly closed with the black lid.

“Jesus, I can get fired if someone sees that in my office! Who the hell would do that?”

“Someone who wants to get some! And wants it rough” She chuckled

“Sasha it’s not funny! I could not have a job tomorrow morning if someone from the company found these”

“Who do you think did this?” She asked seriously

“How am I supposed to know? I have no fucking clue!”

“Maybe someone who’s name starts with an R...” She smirked

“R?... What ar-... Oh hell no! Nu uh, that’s impossible!” She couldn’t be implying that Roman was behind this, was he? No! Of course not, that’s a dumb thing to think of...but a part of me wished it was him, even though I know it wasn’t.

“Why impossible? You’re a gorgeous woman Y/N! You two would make a beautiful couple, plus, I‘ve seen his handwriting before and I’m pretty sure it’s quite similar to this one” She said as she inspected the card closely.

“Obviously someone wants to make fun out of me, so I’ll just pretend this never happened” I took the card out of her hand and shoved inside the box.

“Or someone has an eye on you for a while and decided to finally make a move”

“Sasha, please don’t tell this to anyone”

“Your secret is safe with me babe. Just promise that when your secret admirer finally show up, you’ll tell me if you guys made a good use of his presents” She laughed

“You’re the worst!” I laughed along

I made my way back to my hotel room later that evening with my hands so full of packages I could barely walk. I opened the door and carefully placed the bags, along with the black box, on the floor.

I went to the bed and sat down on the edge, while I stared at the box.

*Could Sasha be right? Could it be Roman who did this?* Was the only thought that crossed my mind

I decided to forget all about it and take a shower to wash off the day.

As I was rinsing my hair I heard some noise coming from the bedroom

*What the hell was that?*

I blamed on my super active mind and turned the shower off.

I got changed into some clean oversized t- shirt, and went full on commando. I was brushing my damp hair, when I decided to lay out the contents of the black box on the bed.

I roamed my eyes on each item slowly, until they stopped on the lavender and purple happiness. I turned the vibrator on and felt slightly tempted to use it.

*Oh fuck it! Happy birthday to me I guess”

I got rid of the t-shirt and lay down on the bed naked.

I closed my eyes, letting my mind imagine my wet dream, in form of a man... his face, his body, his cock and how I wish I could feel it inside of me, stretching me as I teased my clit with the vibrator.

I moaned Roman’s name and heard someone clear their throat on the foot of the bed. My eyes shot open and my heart nearly stopped beating when I saw who was in front of me. The vision was so unexpected that I even forgot I was naked.

“I see you liked my gift then” He smirked

“Wh- What are you doing here? How did you get inside of my room?” I whispered

“Does it matter?” His eyes had an evil glimpse to it

“Roman... I- I can explain” I begin to stutter

He placed his index finger on his lips in a shh motion and I stopped talking. He hungrily stared at every inch of my naked body, making me feel quite self conscious of the imperfections of it. I grabbed the blanket to cover my nakedness, he notice what I was about to do and yanked the blankets off the bed

“I’ve been waiting for years to see you like this, so don’t you dare cover yourself from me now”

He took off his shirt and pants leaving only his boxers on, from where I was laying I could see the outline of his hard cock and the wet spot of pre cum near of it’s head. He crawled on top of me slowly, like a predator, with dangerous eyes that were glued to my own.

“At first I was only gonna watch you... I wanted to see you pleasure yourself with my gifts, but when I saw your body fully naked on this bed moaning my name” He grunted “I couldn’t control myself, I couldn’t see this” He took the vibrator off my hand and placed on the bed by our side “Having all the fun with you, enjoying every part of your beautiful body, stretching your sweet pussy while my own cock only got to watch, he wants to have his own fun with you baby girl. He wants to make you feel real good” He leaned closer to my face, his lips brushing mine as he asked “Do you want that Y/N? Do you want my cock to make you feel good? Do you want it to stretch you out baby? Do you want it to fuck you hard and rough? Or do you prefer it slow and sweet? Do you want me to fuck you from behind?...Or maybe I should eat you out first huh? Eat that sweet pussy until you’re begging me to stop, I can’t wait to feel you come on my mouth...around my cock,milking it really nice” He growled “Tell me Y/N, what do you want?”

“I want it all, I want everything” I panted as he dry humped me

“Will you let me do whatever I want with you baby girl? What I’ve always wanted to do?”

“Yes”

He smiled satisfied, leaning to kissed me roughly and sloppily as he grabbed both of my wrists into one of his big hands pining it over my head.

“If anything I do bothers you or you feel like your not feeling it or don’t like it, you let me know ok?”

I nodded

“I need words baby girl”

“Yes, I understand”

“Good” He smiled and I felt something cold close around my wrists. I looked up to see the handcuffs around my wrists being closed on the headboard of the bed. Roman sat up and looked down do my naked body at his disposal.

“Fuck, you’re such a gorgeous sight” He said as he palmed his hard cock through his boxers. “I can’t wait to bury my cock deep inside you” He panted

“Roman, please do something” I whispered

His hands roamed the sides of my body until he stopped at my breasts as his hands squeezed them hard while pinching my nipples.

“These were made just for me. Do you see how they perfectly fit my hands? I can only imagine how even more beautiful your breasts will look with my cock sliding in between them” His eyes were glued on my breasts.

I tugged at my handcuffed hands, begging “Roman, please, I need- something”

“Let’s take a look on this pussy...are you wet for me Y/N?”

“Soaked”

He raised his eyebrows “Really? Let‘s see” Two of his fingers slides through my folds “Fuck baby girl, you are soaked. Jesus, we won’t even need lube” His fingers traced lazy circles around my clit, making me moan in pleasure. One callused finger slipped inside of me.

“Oh baby girl, you’re so tight, fuck I will barely be able to move. I can’t wait to feel your sweet little pussy stretch around my cock”

He took his finger out and cleaned with his tongue, humming in pleasure to the taste of my juices.

“You taste amazing, Y/N. Fuck I need more” He slide down my body placing his head between my thighs. His tongue gave a long lick from my entrance to my clit sucking it. Making his way back to my entrance again dipping his tongue inside of me, beginning to fuck me with his tongue.

“Oh my god, Roman, please fuck me! I need you inside of me please” I whined

“As you wish baby” He smirked

He slides his cock through my folds to lube it up, then places the head of his cock at my entrance

“Are you sure about this baby girl? ‘Cause once I start I won’t be able to stop myself”

“Roman, just fuck me already would you?” I said impatiently

He chuckled lightly saying “Easy tiger, we’ll take this slow, I don’t want to hurt you” Roman leaned down to peck my lips and returned to his previous position.

He started to slowly slide inside of me, inch by inch, painfully slow. He’s the biggest man I’ve ever been with, so I knew that we needed to take it slow, but fuck he feels so good I just wish he would roughly thrust into me, so I wiggle my hips to take more of him.

“Fuck Y/N, slow down! You’re too tight and I’m not exactly small, if you keep rushing things you’re gonna end up hurting yourself and I don’t want that”

“I know is just that your cock feels so fucking good, I just want you to fuck me Ro”

“Trust me baby, there’s nothing that I want more then fuck you senseless, but I want you to enjoy it as well ok?” He kissed my nose then my lips

When all of him was finally inside of me we both moaned loudly, I’ve never felt so full before and it was both a dream and a nightmare

“Motherfucker! Jesus fuck Y/N, you’re so fuckin- Oh my god.. I gotta focus ‘cuz I feel like at the slightest move I’ll cum” He pressed his forehead to mine as his thumb slowly traced circles on my clit.

“Roman” I gasped “Please don’t tease me like that, fuck it feels so fucking good” I cried as I felt my walls tighten around him

“Oh fuck!” Roman growled loudly “Don’t do that baby girl, don’t squeeze my cock like that, you’re gonna make m-“

“Move,please” I circled my hips

“Fuck it” He said as he forcefully grabbed my hips and begin to quickly thrust me.

“Oh Roman...harder, I need harder”

“Harder?” He chuckled “Like this?” He pounded into me mercilessly

“Yes! Just like that, oh please, don’t stop” “Fuck Y/N you’re going to get me addicted to you baby girl” He kissed my lips vigorously

“I say we should push you a little further..” Roman took the vibrator from the bed and placed on my clit.

“Ooohhh”

“Fuck, you look so beautiful baby girl, a whimpering mess underneath me”

“Ro- Roman I’m gonna cum”

“Cum baby, I wanna feel you cum around my cock”

And I did. My orgasm was so hard that my juices made a mess on Roman’s thighs and the bedsheets.

“Y/N, fuck baby...so fucking gorgeous, my messy girl” He chuckled “Where do you want me to cum baby?”

“Inside” I panted while I felt another mini orgasm come through me

“Fuck, I’m officially addicted to you baby girl. You’re my wet dream come true...gorgeous face, delicious body, perfect pussy..so tight for me. And on top of it all, you want my cum inside of you?! You are beyond perfect Y/N”

He thrusts into me 3 more times before finally cum, filling me up with his seed.

As we tried to recover our breaths, Roman uncuffed my wrists and placed a sweet kiss into each one.

“You ok baby girl?”

“Mhmm” I hummed

“Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?”

“No, of course not. You were perfect!”

“Good baby” He smiled

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure thing baby”

“Why? Why me?”

“Why not you?” He asked sincerely while he brushed my hair with his fingers

“I don’t know, I can’t picture someone like you with someone like me.. I mean, there are so many beautiful women in the company that fit you better...I’ve never thought you could find me attractive”

“Are you serious? Have you looked yourself in the mirror? You’re gorgeous, so perfect Y/N. Yes, there are beautiful women in the company but they’re nothing compared to you baby. You stand out, exactly because you’re different from all of them. You’re unique”

“Still...I don’t know..”

“Oh so you don’t believe me? Maybe I’ll have to show you then”

I could feel his cock beginning to harden on my thigh

“Show me? How?”

“Well baby girl, good thing there are more items of the box for us to try it huh?”

“Us?”

“Yeah, you don’t really think that I’m gonna let you go right? Now that I’ve tasted you, you’ve got me hooked baby. We’ve got the whole night for me to change your mind about us together. And I bet you that I will” He smirked as he leaned down to kiss my neck...

What a great way to celebrate my birthday 🎁

#roman reigns one shot #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns smut #roman reigns imagine #wwe one shot #wwe imagine #wwe fanfiction #wwe smut #masochist writes

[princessmariaphiliper]

THE SLEEPOVER FIC | Part 2 The Nightlife

Notes: James Acaster, Ed Gamble (Platonic), and other characters to be added. Smoking and alcohol consumption warning I guess

Pairing: James Acaster x Reader 

Genre: Fluff with eventual smut, Slow Burn fic

Words: 2,507

Summary: You and James have put yourselves into trouble, but you think maybe it’s hotter that way. 

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9

The bright humming of ABBA played across the bar as the three of you entered from the Uber. You’d all had a tequila shot each before leaving your apartment and you were begging to welcome a great night with new and old friends alike.

On the way inside, you had all discussed how strange it was that the two of you had never met before, considering Ed was close to both of you it was hard to pinpoint why. You shook it off, dead ready to bust out some terrible dancing. 

It was quite a dingy bar you’d come to but, in a sexy sort of way. You’d been here plenty of times with friends over the years and you and Ed had both agreed that it was one of the best places in London. With cheap, but suspiciously strong, drinks and a decent range of music to get you feeling a buzz.

You entered first, heading straight to the bar to line up for a drink. James and Ed hot on your heels.

“What do you want?” You asked, “I’ll buy the first round as a thank you. I’ve missed you Ed!”

“Don’t be silly, you've already given us one at yours” Ed replied, getting out his wallet.

“No I insist please”

“Okay but me and James will get the next two”

“Deal” You looked between the two “what's your damage boys?” You winked, starting to feel a little flirty after the shots you’d had at home.

“Dirty Martinis?” James suggested, beginning to speak closer to you as a group of football lads entered the club. Changing the volume from a 7 to a 9. His breath dusted lightly across your skin, secretly exciting you.

“Sounds sexy,”

“Dirty Martinis it is.”

James and Ed moved across the club, beginning to search for some of the other friends Ed had invited out tonight. While you waited patiently and ordered the three of you drinks. The music had changed now, they were playing Ashnikko through the speakers. You observed James as him and Ed found their way around bodies at the bar. You smirked watching him laughing between his and Ed’s, now found, companions. There was something about him you found attractive, you couldn’t quite tell if it was the schoolboy humour you’d seen him perform or his down to earth personality that you’d discovered thus far tonight. He looked over at you. The two of you making slightly awkward eye contact, before he broke the uncomfortableness with a smile.

“What would you like darling?” The lady at the bar spoke over the speakers. You smirked back at him before turning around and ordering the three of yours choices.

Digging through your purse for your bankcard you waited as the bartender mixed the martinis. You were slightly hypnotised by the pouring, something about cocktail making always mesmerised you, especially after you’d already had a few drinks. A hot hand on your shoulder pulled you out of your trance however, and you flinched around to meet James standing directly behind you.

“Thought you might need a little help carrying three” He smirked, giving back the one you delivered him earlier.

“Thanks, that's very gentlemanly of you”

“Not a problem.”

“I’ll get Ed’s and my own you can have yours”

“Sure” You scanned your card and began making your way over to the stools where lots of new faces were. You took a sip of your drink, ready to start feeling more buzzed.

“So how did you and Ed meet?” James struck up a casual conversation.

“Oh, well, when he started rehearsing at the basement, he couldn’t get in the first time. Luckily, I was walking past, and I had some work there a few days before so I had the managers number. He was blessed to have met me really!”

“Sure was” He commented, more to himself than you. But you heard him clear as day over the sound. You hoped you were not mistaking kindness for flirting, but who could blame you. You were three drinks in, single, and he was wearing a goddam suit.

“What?” You challenged him as you took a seat next to Ed. He sat opposite you, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing. At. All”

Ed looked between the two of you, seemingly questioning what you had been discussing. Neither of you elaborated though and so he began introducing you to some of his university friends. You and James exchanged devious smiles as you shook hands with them, half his face in a glass.

The night continued on, two more drinks of chatting and getting to know the people you were to spend the night with.

“So what exactly do you do at work then?” James asked you, elbows on the table, now sipping on a mojito.

“Well, it depends what day.” You admit honestly. “Two days a week I work along women with traumatic pasts to use art for self-discovery and mental healing. The other days my projects switch, sometimes I’ll be writing a play or someday I’ll be outsourcing for other people. So drama therapy with freelance work”

His face softened, and you saw a genuine smile surface. “Wow. That’s, amazing. I didn’t expect that.”

“Scared Acaster?” You teased.

“Why would I be?”

“Most men get afraid when I tell them I have a career in therapy. They get scared I’m reading them”

“Not me”

“Yeah?”

“I’m a tough nut to crack” He wiggled two thumbs at himself, “Good luck getting under my skin behbeh”  

You laughed loudly at him, drawing the attention from the table. Ed gave you a questioning look again but you shrugged it off. “Anyone fancy a dance?” You stated, taking advantage of the interrupted conversations as one of your favourite songs had just begun.

“I’ll grab us another drink, Ed what do you want?”

“Same again please mate.”

You moved out towards the outside of the cluster on the dancefloor. Raising your arms and spinning as you did so. Ed followed you from the table along with some other people that you, embarrassingly, were a little too drunk to remember the names of. You and Ed began to dance, him bending his knees oddly as you wiggled your hips naturally to the music. He came up close to you, having to shout in your ear to talk. 

“What are you plotting?”

“What do you mean?” You quizzed, the two of you bobbing too and from one another's ears now.

“With James, I’m not daft.”

“Nothing, just some friendly flirting.” You admitted, although you couldn’t convince yourself your intentions were entirely pure.

“Well, just so you know and you don’t do anything you’ll regret. He’s with someone.”

His statement took you by surprise, James had not yet made any mention of having a girlfriend. And it wasn’t as though you had been one sided flirting. Maybe you’d gotten the wrong impression and he was just being friendly. Either way you shrugged it off.

“A little flirting never hurt anybody Ed,” You rolled your head back to the music, smirking at him now. Moving your hips and shoulders in sync as James approached you and Ed again. Holding three glasses in a triangle of hands. You took one from him, easing him into a more comfortable stance from his hunched over ‘I’m trying my hardest not to spill any of this’ one. You drank from your glass. Your free arm weaving its way into the air. Deciding that, even if you could not take him home now, you could at the very least have a boogie with him and Ed.

The music changed from the classic club tune to a slower, sexier Blondie tune now. The room roaring with approval towards the DJ. You screamed giddily, loving this song too. You, Ed and James shouting the lyrics at one another as though you were auditioning for a season of Drag Race. Loving the energy, you spun around in a circle, beginning to down the drink in your hand. James and Ed joined you, his friends all chanting to egg you all on and crown a winner for the spontaneous challenge. Ed finished first, embracing his victory by moving towards James and jabbing him in the ribs. Forcing him to uncontrollably spit his mouthful onto the floor. Surprisingly not wetting any area but his shoes in the process. The group laughed and continued to dance. The songs got more and more blurred as the night went on. You bust out your favourite moves, the sarcastic slut drops and finger guns coming out more often than you’d be proud to admit.

Avril Lavigne, Ariana Grande and The Fratellis later, you found yourself desperately needing the bathroom. You made your way up after letting Ed know you were going while he ordered another round. The men and women’s toilets were on the same end of the bar as the smoking area here. It was quite a studenty sort of place, with lots of people sitting on the wide stairway chatting to one another. As the booming of music was captured in the main room. There were posters plastering the walls of different musical artists and marker pen of peoples names. You went to the bathrooms, slightly worried about having now broken the seal and the inevitability of needing to piss every ten minutes from now on. You washed and dried your hands quite sloppily under the purple light of neon in the toilets. Making your way back out onto the stairwell. You captured James on the back end of a conversation.

“Well did you expect me to just sit home for weeks?” He said in a rather deflated tone.  The person on the other end responded. “Okay yeah. Speak to you tomorrow then.”

He hung up the phone. Shaking his head in frustration and lowering it to press into his palms now.

“James?” You spoke timidly, not wanting to startle him. “Everything alright?”

“Not really.” He looked up at you, eyes going slightly flat and one side of his mouth scrunching into a dimple. You took a seat next to him, feeling genuinely sad without knowing his troubles.

“You wanna tell someone about it?”

“Maybe.”

“Shall I get Ed?” You asked tenderly, not wanting to overstep a boundary with someone you’d just met. You’d placed your hands atop of your knees, not wanting to touch the dirty stairs you sat on. He lifted his head up to face you. Your breaths fighting each other in the cold from the smoking doors being wide open. His eyes softened from their screwed up tension when they met with your own.

“No.” He said breathily. “Can you stay?”

“Sure. What's wrong?”

“Well” He broke contact, looking up to the ceiling. Ready to vent. “I think my relationship is finished. We just keep arguing all the time and sometimes I just want to throw in the towel.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. You know when you just feel something not working anymore. I don’t know how to tell Ed as she’s so close to Claire. You’re actually the first person I’ve openly told I just feel so stuck.”

“Oh.” You didn’t quite know what to say for a while. Before deciding to give him the advice you’d wished someone had given you towards the end of your last relationship. “Well. Can I be honest?”

“Sure”

“I think. You have to do what’s best for you. A few years ago, I was going through a similar thing. We just had no goals left to fill together and it sort of died out. We clung to each other for so long afterwards simply because we were both afraid to be single again.” He nodded, looking back at you again. “But it's really not so scary once you get used to it. We’re all born into the world alone, sometimes you have to put your own mental health first. I say give it a little more time and if you still feel the same then don’t be afraid to walk away. There's no shame in it.”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re an attractive man James, I’m sure there'll be plenty of people falling at your feet when you’re ready again!” You smiled at him. Rather proud of your shitfaced advice. Even if you couldn’t remember what you had just said James seemed a little more relaxed now.

“You think I’m attractive?” He wiggled an eyebrow comically.

“Shut up.” You paused, pulling your bag onto your lap. “Listen, I convinced one of Ed’s friends to give me a cigarette earlier. You want half?”

You didn’t usually smoke. You’d given up doing so socially sometime after university as you could see it becoming a bit of a habit. But every now and again you’d do so on a night out. James looked at you with a cheeky grin as you pulled it out and held it between your thumb and forefinger. He winked at you, snatching it from your hand and stumbling over to the smoking area. You followed suit clumsily yelling a rendition of his name. Making it outside you made your way over to him asking someone for a lighter and placing it in his mouth. He inhaled as he flamed the end, passing the lighter back to its rightful owner.

There was something mysterious about watching James smoke. It was something you couldn’t imagine him doing before then given his persona on the Tv. If you had to be honest you found him a little sexy as he passed the cigarette over to you. His fore finger resting on your bottom lip as you took a drag. You noted the darkness in his eyes returning from before as he moved a strand of hair from your cheek. You took the cigarette between your own fingers now, pulling it out of your mouth.

“So,” You started, before exhaling. “Is girlfriend mad because you’re not home?”

“Yeah. She’s away for the next three weeks for work and isn’t happy that I’m out without telling her.”

You pulled a face accidentally at the notion. James luckily didn’t take offence, he just laughed. “Sorry, drunk actions.” You shrugged.

“Sober truths.” He added a ‘thank you’ as you passed back the cigarette.

“She not let you out much?”

“No, she hates when I’m out without her. Thinks other women will flirt with me,”

His sentence laid itself heavy. Adding an awkward guilt into the exchange between the two of you. Luckily to break that pause Ed gambles face made itself present in the entryway.

“Are you two smoking!” He said in a way that was laced with disappointment. James took the Cigarette from his mouth and threw it on the ground. You felt like two kids having been caught eating a bar of chocolate before dinner. You giggled as you butted the glow out with your foot.

“No?”

“Definitely not.”

“As if we would Ed!”

#james acaster x reader #jamesacasterxreader #james acaster imagines #james acaster fanfic

[ahkaahshi]

taste testing [hirugami sachirou x reader]

pairing: hirugami sachirou x fem reader

genre: smut (18+) and fluff

warning(s): explicit sexual content, food play, spitting, reader has one dom moment but I swear to god it’s very fleeting bc that’s not our brand here, and there’s not really any other warnings?? this one was kinda wholesome, good for the soul smut tbh

word count: 4.4k (episode #??? of why am I writing so much?? idk!!)

overview: a heatwave in combination with an accidental ice cream spill end up giving your boyfriend a new idea

“Should I be worried?”

Hirugami rolls his eyes at you mockingly from over his shoulder in response to your comment as you shuffle to one of the stools near the kitchen island. “C’mon, (f/n), have some faith in your reliable boyfriend, why don’tcha?” he teases, turning his attention back to whatever creation he’s concocted on the counter in front of him—which his tall figure blocks from your view.

With a chuckle, you comment, “Well, it’s not often that I get summoned to the kitchen by said boyfriend unless he wants me to try some crazy recipe he developed.” Grabbing the small fan sitting atop the wooden surface and activating its oscillating function so it can blow room temperature air towards you as well, you add, “Besides, with this stupid heatwave I wouldn’t be surprised if you accidentally set something on fire.”

“I cracked an egg on the floor earlier and it didn’t cook, so I think we’re still good, babe.”

His wittiness never fails to elicit a gentle snicker from you, no matter how foul your mood may be, so you can’t help letting one out in spite of your current circumstances. Much to your dismay, the air conditioning unit had decided to succumb to the increased temperatures outside, leaving the two of you in a nearly unbearably hot apartment. Luckily, the power hadn’t gone out, so the two of you were able to keep fans running, and you were able to stick your head in the fridge while he stuck his in the freezer above it. The situation could be much worse, but that knowledge didn’t make it any less unpleasant.

You hadn’t worn a shirt at home in days, resorting to lazing around in a sports bra or bralette and shorts most of the time. Today was no different, and you appreciated every blast of air that the sheen of sweat on your chest and abdomen cooled down each time the fan turned your way. From where you’re sitting, you’re able to admire the ridge of every bone or muscle beneath your boyfriend’s toned back, since he’s only wearing a pair of athletic shorts.

“Well,” he begins, his voice snapping your gaze from his exposed skin to his warm, brown eyes when he peers at you from over his shoulder once more, “wanna know what I made today?” Your enthusiastic approval prompts him to turn away from the counter and place two bowls atop the island filled with a treat you can instantly recognize. “I made some ice cream earlier this morning, and it’s extra cool since I just took it out of the freezer.”

He marvels at the look of awe and excitement on your face as you admire his handiwork, since he’d gone the extra mile to decorate his dessert with chocolate and caramel syrup, some fruit, and a dollop of whipped cream. “Wow! Look at you!” you exclaim before placing your hand around the back of his neck to pull him closer for an appreciative kiss, “Thank you. This looks really good.”

“You sure you’re not just blinded by love?”

Playfully, you give his arm a gentle smack where he stands opposite you, elbows resting on the countertop as he patiently waits to see your reaction to his creation. Prickles of heat rise to your cheeks at the way he’s staring at you so intently, as if he could do so all day long. A small grin forms on your lips when you pick up the spoon resting in the bowl and carefully scoop out a generous serving of the ice cream he’s so carefully prepared. The refreshing coolness and sweet flavor it spreads across your tongue when you place the spoonful in your mouth has you humming with satisfaction and closing your eyes momentarily.

“It’s really good, Sachi,” is the praise that leaves your mouth once you’ve swallowed. You’re soon digging in for another bite, making him laugh at your eagerness. “Seriously, if you hadn’t chosen to be a vet, you could’ve definitely been a pastry chef or something with all the desserts you’ve made for me.”

Wiggling his spoon between his fingers pensively, he wonders, “Maybe I should start an Instagram page, take pictures of my creations, and climb my way to fame in the pastry-loving community.”

“Oh, you’d have so many followers.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you’re a hottie who likes to bake. Simple as that. Trust me,” you explain, reaching over to him to brush his waves of brown hair away from his face, “you’ll have women all over the world sending you tokens of their love and commenting heart or fire emojis underneath your posts. You might even get to be on a talk show if you’re successful enough.”

He nods towards the living room, indicating that he wants to sit down at the table with you to eat and asks, “Is that so? And where are you in all of this?”

You place your hands beneath the cold bowl of dessert and scoot off the stool so you can seat yourself on the floor beside him instead. “Professional taste tester slash content curator slash manager,” you answer with confidence before dipping another spoonful of ice cream between your lips curled in a self-assured smile.

“So fancy,” he states, sending a small wink your way that has your heart fluttering in your chest—as if he’s a high school crush who’s noticed you rather than your boyfriend of three years. Holding up his metal spoon filled with ice cream towards you, he suggests, “Should we toast on our new business deal, then?”

With a giggle, you raise your spoon to his so you can clink them together and continue enjoying the delicious treat he’d prepared just for you. In between scoops, you reach for the television remote to turn it on so you can watch something other than a dark screen and distract yourselves from the stifling heat flooding your home in any way possible. As you’re eating, trying to finish off the ice cream before it melts entirely, you end up accidentally spilling some of it on you.

The squeal you release at the iciness of the dessert trailing down your chin and onto your chest startles Hirugami, and his attention snaps to you instantly. Shuddering at the sensation of the ice cream sliding down your sternum, heading towards the low neckline of your sports bra like it’s on a race against time, you quickly scan the room for any napkins you can grab. “I got it,” your boyfriend offers, placing his bowl down on the table and shifting closer to you.

At first, you think he’s going to reach for the tissues you’d spotted nearby, but you find yourself frozen in place when he suddenly dips his head towards your chest to drag his tongue along your skin. The sensation of the wet muscle gliding along your chest, from the dip of your cleavage all the way up to your chin, has you shivering for an entirely different reason, and he meets your wide-eyed gaze with his calm one once he’s finished.

“Did I get it all?” he questions, purposely feigning cluelessness, as he enjoys doing to tease you.

There are a few beats of silence spent watching one another while you try to regain your composure. Hirugami always found little ways to surprise you, whether he was welcoming you home with something special he’d baked or spreading your legs apart to dive between them after he’d had a rough day. He’d never once attempted the feat he’d just done; however, you find that you’re surprisingly aroused. He seems to notice his actions have had what he deems to be a desirable impact on you when he sees you clench your thighs together and dip your spoon into the ice cream once more.

With intrigue reflected in his gentle eyes, he watches you intentionally press the spoon to your collarbone so the substance can drip down your chest, leaving small, rivers of color over the bones beneath your skin and the shape of your breasts. A somewhat innocent grin spreads across your lips when you feel the ice cream sink below the neckline of your sports bra.

“Hmm,” he murmurs, turning away from you momentarily to grab the bottles of syrup and can of whipped cream he’d brought along with him from the kitchen, “Might as well make this an entire sundae, don’tcha think?” You swallow thickly as he pops open the caps and tasks himself with drizzling the syrup over your chest, deviating from the area once he’s satisfied with his work and allowing a few drops to fall onto your lips.

His tone is sugary sweet, but there’s a devious glint in his eyes. All you can do is nod and lean into the arm he wraps around your back, letting your head roll back so your neck and chest are fully exposed to him. Your heartbeat is quick underneath his tongue when he pulls the top of your sports bra down enough for him to dip it inside and start collecting the trails of ice cream and syrup he’s used to decorate your skin. Almost instinctively, you arch your back towards him in a silent plea for him to give your breasts more attention, but he ignores your request for now and moves up your sternum, towards your chin once more.

When his lips meet yours, the taste of his tongue is sweet as it slides along your own, making you moan softly into his mouth. His hand on your back moves to your waist before traveling up to your shoulder and plucking at the strap of your bra. “Take this off for me,” he requests between heated kisses, “Actually, take your shorts off too, and wait for me in the bedroom. I wanna taste what I made on every inch of you.”

Though you’re hesitant to leave his tight grasp and part your lips from his, you oblige his request and head for the bedroom. After grabbing a towel and laying it out across the comforter so it doesn’t get stained, you strip off the little clothes you’re wearing—but leave your underwear on. Not long after you’ve situated yourself atop the mattress, Hirugami wanders into the room with all the food items he wants to adorn your bare body with.

“Want some?” he asks upon seeing your attention shift to the can of whipped cream when he sets it down atop the bedside table. After receiving a nod from you, he says, “Close your eyes and open your mouth for me, baby.” You do as your told, your heart racing with anticipation as waves of adrenaline course through your veins. The crackling of the whipped cream spurting through the tip of the can reaches your ears moments before you feel his breath fan over your face and his tongue press the cool topping against yours, guiding it into your mouth.

Your hands move to his shoulders to pull his hot body closer to yours, wanting to feel every inch of his skin burning against you in spite of how unbearably warm the apartment is. Your kisses are messy, but neither of you mind, considering how sweet they taste and how intense the craving you have for one another is becoming. When he pulls away from you, he looks uncharacteristically disheveled—cheeks and lips tinted red with warmth, a hint of whipped cream at the sides of his mouth, and his eyes clouded over by an undeniable lust. Because of how calm and composed he usually is, it thrills you to see him like this.

However, his lips are quick to form a grin, as if he finds it entertaining that you saw him in a moment of discomposure. In an instant, he’s reaching for the ice cream nearby and standing beside the bed with a pensive look on his face, like an artist pondering what he should paint on his blank canvas. You squirm a bit under his intensely focused gaze, but soon shiver at the cool sensation of the previously frozen treat dripping onto your chest once more, navigating along the natural ridges and valleys of your body.

As he drizzles ice cream and syrup along your exposed skin in a way that makes sense to him, your attention flits between the look of admiration in his eyes and the prominent bulge in his shorts. He sees where your gaze is drawn and chuckles before picking up a strawberry and pressing it to your lips, which you open to take a bite. At noticing how the juice makes your lips shimmer tantalizingly, he can’t help but swoop in for another open-mouthed kiss. But it’s short-lived, since he’s eager to taste the creation he’s made on your torso instead.

Once more, he opens his mouth and drags his tongue along your skin, being sure to trace every path that the dessert has taken along your figure. You release a small mewl and place your hands on his head, weaving your fingers into his soft hair when he grazes your breast with his nose and lips. The whimpers of appreciation and increasing strength of your grip spur him to lick and suck one of your hardened nipples while he gently pinches the other, coaxing more breathless cries from your mouth at the dull throbbing that’s building in your core.

“Mm,” he hums, sending pleasant vibrations through your body, “so sweet. Want a taste?”

You nod when his face returns to your field of view, hovering over your own as he watches you intently. Your lips part naturally, waiting for him to meet them with his own, but, instead, he places his hand on your jaw and prods your lower lip, signaling for you to open wider. The pucker of his lips soon brings you to the realization that he intends to spit into your mouth—and while you thought you’d be repulsed by the idea; you find yourself sticking your tongue out expectantly. With curiosity, you watch as a glob of saliva leaves his mouth, finding purchase on your tongue and rolling back towards your throat. There’s a pleasant tinge of sweetness to it that you hadn’t fully anticipated, but that you appreciate as you swallow.

The way he’s watching you with such rapture makes your heart pound in your chest. In an instant, he’s occupying your lips once more with his own, showering them with passionate kisses as his long fingers trail down your torso, making their way to the lacy edge of your panties. You hold his body flush against yours, creating a sticky mess between your chests of syrup and ice cream as you wiggle your hips needily and take his lower lip between your teeth. An airy chuckle leaves his throat at your antsy behavior, but he’s soon indulging you by slipping his hand between the delicate fabric and your skin.

His lips soon travel in the same direction as your fingers so he can lap up any of the toppings he’s drizzled along your neck and collarbone while his fingertips tease you by lightly running up and down the length of your slit. Your grip on his shoulders tightens in response to the sensation of his digits coated in your essence sliding along the sensitive skin before one of them takes to tracing circles around your clit while the others slide inside of your tight core.

“Sachirou…” you whine softly, hips bucking against his touch as you feel your body temperature start to rise. Though you love the way his fingers feel inside of you, curling to reach the spongey region within you, and on your bundle of nerves, you’re desperate to feel his tongue since he’s been using it everywhere but where you want it the most. “Could you…?”

He seems to already know what you’re about to ask him, since he responds to your half-finished question with, “You want me to eat you out, baby?”

A breathless “Yes,” from you prompts him to give your neck a few gentle kisses before he removes his hand from inside your soaked panties and moves his head between your legs, treating himself to any food still left on your skin along the way. He presses his lips to the inside of your thighs before taking the fabric separating your dripping pussy from his mouth in his teeth and dragging it down your legs. Once he’s used his hands to slide it all the way off, he casts a somewhat devious glance upwards at you as he blows on your clit, making you squirm beneath his grasp.

You’re about to scold him for teasing you when you’re so vulnerable, but his gently spoken words give you pause: “You’re so beautiful, (f/n).” Moments after the compliment leaves his lips, he’s pressing them against your pearl, followed by his tongue.

The pleasurable burn you feel from his hot breath dancing along your exposed slit has you moaning loudly and sinking your fingers into his hair to inch him closer to your pussy. It’s evident he knows your body like the back of his hand, since he’s precise about his actions, being sure to vary his pace and intensity to make the buildup to your orgasm as enjoyable for you as possible. Where his large hands rest on your thighs, his fingers loosen and tighten their grip, kneading your supple skin. Every needy movement of your hips towards his face has him uttering a gentle groan, reminding you of the satisfaction he always receives from getting you off.

However, in spite of feeling the knot in your stomach loosening with each hungry swipe of his tongue along your clit, you move your hands to the side of his face to nudge him away from you. The confusion he feels is evident in his gaze and furrowed eyebrows, but it soon morphs into one of excitement when you sit up on the bed and motion for him to join you. Before he sits down, you tug at the waistband of his shorts and regard him with a demure gaze through your eyelashes that he reacts to subtly by biting his lip.

With a nod, he allows you to strip them off, then plops onto the comforter beside you and pulls you into his lap. Reaching towards the bowl on the bedside table, you grab another strawberry and the can of whipped cream so you can take the fruit between your teeth and offer it to him with your mouth. The gentle smile he wears spreads onto your own lips when he leans down towards you to carefully take the rest of the strawberry in his own mouth. His lips meet yours in a sweet kiss before you pull away to finish chewing the halves you’ve split with each other.

Grabbing the whipped cream this time, you place the nozzle in front of his mouth, prompting him to open it for you. However, you misfire and end up covering his nose with the fluffy topping instead, sending the two of you into a fit of laughter that he only fuels by using it to smear the whipped cream along yours as well. In spite of the stagnant warmth in the apartment, only disturbed every now and then by a gust from the nearby fan, you find yourself pressing your forehead against his and draping an arm around his shoulders to pull him closer.

The kisses you share are heated and passionate in spite of the sweetness lingering in both of your mouths. Your chest is sticky against his with remnants of food and sweat, but he doesn’t seem to care, since he places his hands on your waist to hold your torso flush against his, only moving them up and down the sides of your body occasionally to feel the shape of you against his palms. Your free hand moving between the two of you to gently stroke his erection elicits a breathless and somewhat surprised moan from his vocal cords that empowers you to curl your fingers around it.

As much as he loves having your hand around his cock, he seems to want more of you, since he’s breaking the connection between your lips to suggest, “Let me fill you up, yeah? I’ll make you feel so good.” Once he’s received enthusiastic consent from you, he gently pulls your hips over his, before slowly guiding you onto his dick, being careful not to hurt you in the process. Low grunts rumble through your own throat when he presses his lips against your neck to trail open-mouthed kisses along your tender skin as he eases inside of you.

Once he bottoms out, you place your palm on the center of his chest to give him a playful push down onto the bed so you can rest your hands at either side of his muscular torso to support yourself as you begin grinding your hips against his. A smirk creeps onto his lips at your sudden act of dominance, since you both know it won’t be long before his large body’s hovering over yours as he plows you into the mattress until your mind is so blank that all you can say is his name overand over again. But he’ll let you have your fun for now, since he knows you like riding him, especially after he’s had a long day and you don’t want him to have to do any extra work.

Plus, he can’t complain when the view above him is spectacular.

“There you go, baby,” he praises, chocolate brown eyes darting down to your hips undulating against his as you take him deeper, “God, you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous.”

His compliments spur you to increase your pace until beads of sweat are glistening on your skin and your body’s starting to shake from both fatigue and pleasure. Each slam of his cock into your sensitive core sends shocks of ecstasy through you, and you know—with the way he’s meeting your hips with thrusts of his own to reach your most receptive spot—that you won’t last long. “S-Sachi!” you cry wantonly, reaching for the hands he has gripping your waist to hold onto them for support, “Harder, please. I’m so close!”

“Don’t worry, pretty girl, I’ll make you cum,” he responds huskily. His face contorts ever so slightly with exertion as he pulls your hips down so he can snap his against them, filling the room with loud smacks of your skin meeting. Upon feeling your hips stutter beneath his palms, he quickly sits up and guides you onto your back so he can plunge deeper inside of you at a much faster pace. “That feel good?”

“Yes! Yes, it’s—ahh—so good, baby!” You’re surprised by your ability to form coherent words while he’s balls-deep inside of your pussy, filling your entire body with pleasure that’s nearly too much to bear. “Please!”

You don’t have to finish your sentence for him to understand what you’re trying to say, since his pace and intensity have you coming undone for him only a few moments after you’ve spoken. His voice is low and guttural as he growls, “Mm, just like that,” at feeling your walls flutter around him affectionately. Your loud cries of his name fill his ears, edging him closer to his own orgasm as he fucks you through yours. “You feel s-so good,” he rasps, “C’mon, make me cum. Yeah, that’s it; that’s it, baby.”

Soon, the sensation of being inside your tight heat as you squeeze him lovingly has him finishing with a string of expletives, followed by praises rolling off his tongue. Hot spurts of his release filling you up in the midst of your high have you mewling breathlessly until you’re left in a euphoric haze that renders your entire body too heavy to move. Once Hirugami’s ridden out his orgasm as well, he lets out a long sigh of both exhaustion and satisfaction before sinking into the bed beside you.

A few minutes of silence ensue as the two of you regain your breath and find the energy to move once more. In a tender gesture, Hirugami grabs the towel beneath you and uses it to wipe off any remaining food or sweat that’s accumulated on your skin before doing the same with his own body. As the two of you lie together, staring up at the ceiling while waiting for the fogginess to subside, you hear a familiar click that instantly makes you hold your breath with anticipation. Sure enough, the sound is followed by a familiar whirring, then a cool breeze against your skin from the vent on the ceiling.

“Yes!” you cheer, clenching your hand into a fist to express your gratitude towards the workers who have finally fixed your air conditioning unit.

With a small hum of contentment, Hirugami extends his arm out towards you to bring you closer to his chest. Now that there’s cold air circulating around the room, you welcome the gesture and curl up beside him. “Well, now that the AC’s working, does that mean you don’t want any more ice cream?” he wonders, lips brushing against your temple before he presses a kiss to it.

“Of course not! I mean, as long as you still have some that’s actually frozen.”

He laughs nervously and admits, “Full disclosure: I got a bit carried away and made enough to last for at least a few weeks, I think.” Upon seeing the incredulous look on your face, he elaborates, “I followed a recipe created by someone for her son’s birthday party of like thirty kids, so… that’s a lot of servings.”

“Sachirou!” you laugh, nuzzling your face in his neck, “Why did you do that?”

“Didn’t know how long the AC would be out. I thought I planned ahead pretty well, actually.”

“In that case, I would love to have some more of your ice cream.” He beams at you and pulls you into a hug so tight that your skin is sticking together when you pull away. “But let’s go in the shower first. Please.”

“Don’t know what to make next, though,” Hirugami murmurs as he sits up before grabbing onto your hands to help you into a seated position so the two of you can head into the bathroom. “But,” he adds, turning to you and leaning down towards you so he can press a chaste kiss to your lips, “what I do know is that I’d love be able to sample it on you again.”

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[sunflowersteves]

bloody & bruised || subway fiasco

Mob!Bucky Barnes x Boxer!Reader

𝒄𝒉. 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: You meet an entitled asshole on the subway before training. After training, Shuri asks you to go get drinks with her. What happens when that same entitled asshole owns the bar?

Author’s Note: So, this series is completely new and improved. I decided to start completely fresh and recreate it. I hope you all enjoy, I’m happier with this series!

Warnings: swearing, asshole!bucky

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You entered the Metropolitan Correctional Center in lower Manhattan. You signed in, noticing the girl at the front desk popping her gum annoyingly loud. She never spared you a look as she spoke, “visitor?” You replied which then she continued to not give a fuck about your presence and hit the button that opened the gate. You greeted the guard and put your personal belongings in a tub and proceeded into the hall with the rest of the visitors, waiting to see an inmate. 

You tapped your heels gently on the concrete floor. Fuck, could this take any longer? The loud buzz of the doors that contained the inmates flooded into your ear and made you jump. 

“Line up, boys!” The guards yelled at the inmates to walk through the hallway door. Bucky’s hard glare settled onto his face before his eyes landed on your figure. A playful stare rolled over towards your face, that devious look was always hooded between his eyes. 

Your fiancée looked good, prison had done well on him with his newly cut hair and subtle that was growing longer.

You both pick up the phone, your garnet-colored chipped nails partially scraping against the phone. His eyes flickered to your bloody knuckles, they were thumping hard against your skin. You watched his lips curve into that luscious grin.

“Hey, baby girl.”

                | 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐫 |                                                                 

You were running through crowds, pushing others trying to get to the subway.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, move asshole!”

You were totally and royally fucked at the moment. Your mind could only seize panic at the idea of being late and facing Carol’s wrath. You had been training with her for five months and the rumors were very much true, she was a tough lady. Carol Danvers, was a famous boxer that allowed you to be mentored by her. 

She saw you one night, walking underneath the stars and bright skyscrapers when a couple of men had paraded you. She almost stepped in until she saw you give three uppercuts and two kick to the balls. Her eyebrow only raised in interest before she asked you if you wanted to be mentored, to be better than you already are. Of course, you recognized her, even the newbies to boxing recognized her so you immediately agreed.

However, today just wasn’t your day. You spilled coffee all over your white shirt, you were held up at work having to do extra paperwork and now you’re going to be late for training. 

Normally, she’d praise you for always being on time and punctual but not today. She would probably yell at you to run a couple of miles more. You ran down the stairs and quickly swiped your metro card, pushing the gate. You were full-on running now, the subway train was already here and about to close.

You were just barely able to make it, a huff escaping your lungs as the doors slammed immediately behind you. You looked at your watch, 8:23 pm it read, your eyes widened and you muttered a light “shit.” 

There was hardly anyone on the subway, which was kind of weird considering that it was only eight. You peered over towards the cart next to you and saw that it was full, people were packed right next to each other. Your eyebrows furrowed and you turned towards the right, noticing a group of people stare at you.

Your eyes flicker towards a brunette, a sly smirk was fitted on his face. He had two women sitting right next to him, they were practically on his lap. They giggled at anything he said and stared at him with bright stary eyes. A sigh escaped your lips, you felt bad for them honestly. You’ve been there as well, craving attention and wanting anything materialistic. You knew there was nothing wrong with that, however, it can become pretty toxic sometimes.

“Wanna join us doll?”

Your eyes rolled over his form, he had an expensive tailored black suit. It was paired with expensive Versace sunglasses that sat right on his fluffy brown hair. It was like his cherry lips were suck in a smirk, cockiness just radiated off of him. He was pretty attractive, you weren’t going to lie but he wasn’t anything impressive as far as his attitude and demeanor. 

You could guess he was a misogynistic prick, thinking that women were just his plaything and money could buy them. You maintained a mundane expression as your eyes lifted to meet his. You could see his jaw was clenched at your bored expression, but it was true. This man was just another dude being called a lady killer while the girls around him were called sluts. 

“No.” 

His eyes widened in surprise, no one had ever denied him before. He got everything he wanted; women, money, territory, and nice things. Even his most trusted friends around him had never denied the things that he asked for. Not to mention his lackeys were always drenched in fear so he got anything he wanted.

He looked over to see Steve holding an amused and surprised expression. So did Natasha and Sam, amusement clouded over their eyes. The girls beside him gasped at your answer and his hands squeezed their thighs.

“You don’t know who I am, do you?” That stupid smirk had clicked back onto his face as he continued to stare at you. His eyes traveled down from your eyes onto your form. You were wearing your favorite pair of matching Nike’s leggings and sports bra. For boxing, it was a common rule to wear nothing baggy. 

“No, but I don’t care either.�� Your voice remained monotone and your face screamed boredom. You clicked your tongue and went back to scrolling on your phone, hoping he’d just leave you alone. How long will this subway ride take?

A sudden surge of anger filled his stomach at your still bored expression. Who were you talking to the biggest and baddest of New York City like that? You were just some girl, a nobody. Bucky, however, was everything and on top of the world. He had money, could get any girl he wanted, had the most expensive house in Brooklyn, and covered the most crime in the city. He was not just going to let you dismiss the Bucky Barnes like that.

His eyes wandered towards you again. He followed the placement of your nose, your beautiful cheekbones, and pink glossed lips. You are very attractive and Bucky is definitely not hiding his stare despite the two women around him.

“You from around here, doll?” There was a short pause before you answered. You were honestly getting pretty tired of this dude talking to you on an already shit day.

“Do you like prying into stranger’s lives?” Steve and Natasha snickered in front of him, their arms holding onto the railings above them. He just figured you had gotten into a fight of some sort, intrigue hitting him like a brick. 

“Jus’ the pretty ones.” You had to stop yourself from giving him a giant eye roll. You also really wanted to slap that smirk off of his face, it was infuriating. Just because he’s some hotshot doesn’t make it an excuse to be a dick. He was a giant cliche; the big successful man that has a parade of women around him, tattoos, expensive attire, and he probably has a fancy house. It was honestly sickening.

You looked over to see his jaw clenched, his stare was hard and a bit frightening. You didn’t want to be in deep shit with whoever this dude was, he seemed like his lawyers could tear you apart. So, you let your walls down just for a teensy itty bitty second.

“No. I’m from Morris Heights.” His eyebrows shot up, he wondered why you moved to Brooklyn which was on the other side of the city. 

“Bronx, huh?” You just nodded, turning your attention back on your phone. You look up to see signs that signify that this was your stop, especially since the voice on the subway was always inaudible. 

“It’s been a pleasure, doll.” You get up and make your way in front of the door, completely ignoring his sentence. You turn around just before the doors open, looking from the bodyguards, to the women, and then back onto him.

“See you around, prick.”

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You rush into the gym doors, barely making it past 8:40 on the dot. Great, you were ten minutes late. You dropped your gym bag on the floor, emptying fast breaths from running for so long. You look up to see the only trainee in the room to be Shuri. You noticed she was tinkering on one of the machines. She always had a knack for wanting to improve every single gadget or machine that came before her presence. 

You see Carol waking up to you with a scowl and you knew it was for being late. She patted you on the back as you gulped. “Go run an extra mile, kid.” You raised your eyebrows at the less harsh punishment than expected. You assumed she’d give you five extra miles or something even worse.

“Don’t make me give you two extra miles.” Shuri snorts at the comment which makes you send a playful glare in her direction. You walk out the doors again and start jogging around the block.

You couldn’t help but think about the guy on the subway. It was quite strange to see a whole entire cart was empty just for him and his friends. The other carts were full, sardine-packed is what it looked like. Not to mention his annoying cockiness, what the fuck was up with that?

He was so pretentious like he could do anything to anyone and get away with it. It’s like he’s some trust fund dick who thinks that the world revolves around him. 

Sweat started to drop down your forehead and you realized that you’ve run enough miles. You push open the doors to the gym, going back inside. You see Shuri still tinkering and Carol was in her office with a phone call.

You walk over to the table in the corner and grab the white bands. You start wrapping them around your knuckles and walk over to one of the many punching bags. You started to make small punches at the bags, watching as it swung back and forth from your force.

Shuri then turns to you, looking over at you with excitement. “Hey, tomorrow Wanda, Gamora, and I going to this new bar in Crown Heights want to come?”

“Of course. I could use some fun.” Shuri brightens her smile and continues to go back to figuring out the things in front of her.

You looked down at the newspaper that sat next to her and some parts of a machine. She was required to set newspapers down because of an incident where oil was spilled all over the gym. Needless to say, Carol wasn’t happy and Shuri couldn’t use any of the machines for a month.

You couldn’t help but just stare at the caption, this one was from today. Curiosity always gets the best of you.

MOB BOSS JAMES BARNES RIDES THE SUBWAY, WHAT COULD THAT MEAN FOR THE CRIME IN THE CITY?

Then attached was a small picture underneath the headline. Your eyes widened and you felt like the air had just been shot out of you. You grab the newspaper and get a better stare, just making sure. You had to make sure.

You see the little picture even better. There was the man that was on the subway. He was smoking a cigarette, the smoke coming out of his mouth. His sleeves were rolled up which showed the plethora of tattoos that were scattered across his skin. Next to him were two women, giving him neck kisses.

Great, the person you called a dick was the biggest mob boss in the tristate area. 

You were so fucked.

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chapter two

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[giorno-plays-piano]

You were all I wanted Part 3

Pairing: mob!Peter Parker x plus-sized!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, swearing, human trafficking, mentions of non-con, minor character’s death.

Words: 1600.

Summary: You are bought by the head of Stark crime family for a kid he cares about.

Part 1

Part 2

P.S. Peter is an adult!

This chapter turned out to be shorter, but it's still pretty eventful. Hope you're going to like it <3

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"But what... what if he won't like me? What if he'll take me away?" You sobbed, panic taking over you as you imagined Tony Stark pressing a gun to your forehead.

"No, he'd never do that." Peter left a little kiss behind your ear. "Mr. Stark doesn't take the gifts he's made back. You don't have to be afraid of that."

You sniffed at his words. That's what you were now. A gift. A possession. A pet whose job was keeping its master happy. You had to be grateful you were given to someone like Peter, at least. You didn't know whether he would always treat you kindly, but as of now he had never threatened to hurt you. You could only pray for him to fancy you so he wouldn't throw you away like some garbage - apparently, Tony Stark treated his women exactly like that.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up in the first place. Of course, you got upset." Peter cuddled with you some more, but you weren't sure whether he was being sincere. Wasn't he sending you a clear message?

Don't go against me or you'll end just like her.

"Oh, I have an idea. Let's go out! Do you wanna see the movie or something?"

You did your best to wipe away your tears and stared at the boy, perplexed. "What?"

"We have a nice little cinema not far from here. We could go right now, just let me check what they've having today."

"But didn't you say I can't leave this place?"

"I meant without me." He showed you the same smug smirk Stark was wearing all the time, and you lowered your gaze to Peter's chest instead. "With me close you can go wherever you want to."

Funny thing to say. In thruth, you could go wherever he wanted to take you.

"Wow, they're having Beyond Darkness in 30 min! We gotta go, you'll loooove this."

"Sure."

In five minutes you were already hurrying after Peter and trying to look nowhere but your shoes. Regardless of what was there in Stark's Tower, you didn't want to see it, not even mentioning all those guys with guns scattered across the building. Peter was saying his hello to each and every one of them as if he were some mafia's social butterfly.

Whatever. You knew Peter was Tony's favorite not because he had a pretty face. You had never particularly asked what his role in all this was, but it was obviously something way bigger than running errands for the gang. Maybe it was better to never figure it out.

"Hey girl, wanna have fun?" Somebody to your left asked you, and you flinched involuntarily, keeping your head low.

Peter stopped in the very same second and sent the stranger a hard look.

"Mike, you offer my girl drugs one more time and I'm gonna shoot your cute little brother in the leg, you hear me?"

You raised your eyes to Peter's smiling face and regretted it immediately. There was something so dark in his gaze you wanted to turn around and run until you were back to your room, hiding somewhere in the corner.

"Shit! Sorry, Spidey!" The guy's high-pitched voice sounded frightened. "Didn't know you got a girl!"

"Yeah, yeah, see you later, we're kind of busy now." Peter grabbed your hand and pulled you away, heading to the exit. "I forgot to mention before that we don't do drugs. At all. They're good for business, but not for us, ok, Baby?"

"Yes, Peter." You answered and kept chewing your lips, thinking of all the things he had just said. You suspected him to be more ruthless when you weren't around, but never to such extent. How damn scary was real Peter Parker?

"And don't worry, I'd never shoot his brother in whatever part of his body." The boy said it like it was something obvious and you didn't even need to pay attention to it.

Why then did that guy look completely horrified?

When you had finally stepped outside and felt the wind playing with your hair you were ready to cry. Just walking out of the Tower was a fucking torture.

It was already dark, and you pulled the zipper on your pretty blue jacket up, going almost shoulder to shoulder with Peter. Normally you'd be at least a little scared to walk the streets of a big city at night, but the guy your mother had warned you about was already holding your hand.

The place the boy brought you to was truly small but cozy with nice vintage red seats, the delicious smell of caramel popcorn spreading everywhere. It turned out that the movie was something in between Star Wars and Star Trek, which wasn't surprising because Peter was a sucker for anything related to sci-fi. Anyway, it wasn't bad and you actually enjoyed watching it. The movie helped you to keep your mind off your earlier encounter with the drug trafficker and the words Peter said.

The only way to live like that and stay sane was to turn a blind eye to anything that happened around, you thought. It was cowardly and revolting, but what could you do against one of the most, if not the most, dangerous gangs in New York? Surely, even if by some miracle you could flee the Tower and go to police, would they really be willing to help you? No, they would return you to Mr. Stark. You were a hundred percent sure he got it covered.

"Are you feeling tired, Baby?"

You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at Peter who smiled at you so lovingly it could make any girl cry.

"Just a little bit."

"Want me to give you a massage when we gonna get home?" His expression quickly turned devious, and he winked at you.

Yeah, great, now you'd have him fucking you before your knees were giving out. The kid had such stamina he could be an Olympic athlete, no less.

"Aw, I love when you blush like that." Chuckling, he put his arm around your shoulders and inched closer to give you a quick peck on the lips. You forced youself to enjoy his little signs of affection and start thinking you ought to be thankful he wasn't into heavy BDSM practices or something like that.

While you two were kissing again, you heard someone's loud footsteps as if this person just jumped out of the corner, and then there was a hateful outburst, "Stay were you are. Your wallets, quick!"

You froze, your hands getting cold as you stared at the face of a guy standing in front of you with a knife in his hands. He was clearly unstable, sick - you could see the dark circles around his eyes, the unhealthy color of his skin, and his greasy hair sticking to his forehead. You didn't know what was wrong with him, but he was twice bigger than Peter. The guy would probably have no problem with slicing both him and you into pieces if you didn't comply.

"I said g-"

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." Peter let out a frustrated sigh before you heard the loud sound of the gun firing.

There was a little black hole in the guy's chest, blood seeping through his dirty white t-shirt and coloring it in a beautiful deep ruby color. You could see the confusion in the eyes of the stranger, his mouth half-open. Slowly, he went down before his legs gave out and he landed at the ground with a loud thud. He didn't move after that.

"Come on, attacking a couple of high shoolers? You're such a psycho, man. Who were you gonna go after us? Kids?" Peter rolled his eyes and hid the gun under his bomber, turning away from the man he murdered and shouting to someone behind him. "It's ok, people! It's just me, your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man! Calm down, go home, it's late!"

You were still staring at the large pool of blood spreading beneath the body of a stranger - lack of light made it look like it was an odd black liquid. Before you could take your eyes elsewhere, you felt bile quickly going up your throat and vomitted, moving to lean your hand on the wall of a building. He killed him. Peter killed him. You didn't even see him pulling out the gun.

"Oh Baby, I'm so sorry." The boy gently held back your hair when you threw up again, feeling scared, disgusted, feverish and cold at the same time. "That's why I don't like drugs and what they do to people. That shithead lost his mind, you see? No sane guy would ever jump on me or my girl like that."

Despite him being so tender, you couldn't even turn your head to look at him as you started shaking from his touch.

You kept emptying your stomach a few more minutes before Peter softly wiped your mouth with his handkerchief and took your arm, walking you back to the Tower and saying all those unnecessary things about how terrible some people are and how everyone has to take care in the dangerous world they're living in. You didn't hear half of that, but you cared little for his chattering.

Peter had shot the man without showing even the slightest regret. He'd shoot you the same way if you ever turned against him - he was Stark's favourite, after all.

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Season 5 ep 10 - Mercy shall follow me

Old Pippin and Bonnet discuss their plans to get Bonnet’s record expunged and get custody of the plantation-owning toddler, Jemmy. Old Pippin is a lawyer evidently, but clearly a bad one because when he asks Bonnet to be compensated for his legal efforts he allows Bonnet to tell him “you’ll get some money somewhere down the line on the condition that the desired outcome of my complex plan is achieved.” That is not good billing practice, old Pippin!

Also your client is talking about bumping off people who stand between him and his money, so maybe read between the lines here. Old Pippin is getting swindled in the short term and probably getting dead in the long term.

Oh, no! They’ve dressed Ian up like some sort of Quaker! He interrupts a very Outlander conversation of “this man we are dealing with is a shady character and he may try to double cross us.” “Yes, that is very likely to happen, but let’s not bother to make any kind of contingency plan about that likely outcome, because .... I don’t feel like it?” “Ok” “ok”

Claire tries to get a new syringe made in Wilmington. But some malevolent force tdb is watching them

The girls go to the beach and have very forced dialogue about whales. The pod of whales does not inspire them to stick close together.

Roger begins to feel more macho about killing Bonnet, who does not show up to his pre arranged meeting with the Fraser’s Ridge lads. Just as well. Roger isn’t very good at fighting still.

Bonnet has gone whale watching as well it turns out. Brianna is thwarted by an unloaded pistol and gets kidnapped. They are on Bonnet’s private island. “My son’s father is Roger Mackenzie” she sneers. Why are you always dropping everybody’s full names, girl! That is what got you into this mess. You gave Bonnet your full name, address, social security number, and return envelope at your visit to the jail, which has put all this into motion.

Brianna grabs a fire iron, but then does nothing with it. Instead she puts on a fancy dress, deciding to play the long game I guess. Bonnet wants a lesson in table manners, but alas, this is not Pretty Woman. Now Brianna gets clammy about this sociopath knowing the names of everyone she holds dear.

Brianna opens some boring book about farming, but begins reciting Moby Dick from memory. I’ve never been inclined to read Moby Dick, so I can’t say for sure, but I assume she is paraphrasing and changing the story as she goes and she doesn’t start out in the first person. Will she snare Bonnet in a literary trap? She keeps this going for 200 pages?!? Sounds absolutely exhausting. Seems very elaborate just to provide some moral framework for this villain to perhaps take to heart. What is her end game? He will change his ways because of this cautionary tale about a sea captain?

Is Bonnet duping her? Sea Nightmares and an orphan backstory? Seems very crafted to elicit sympathies and get her to let her guard down.

The prostitute breakfast maid would suggest they are not so isolated as “private island” might suggest. Brianna’s problem is that she assumes Bonnet is dumb.

Maybe he is a little dumb and mostly weird? I can’t quite figure out if he is clever or devious without being clever (if that is possible). Does he really believe in this fantasy with Bri? Everything we know about him thus far suggests no, he wouldn’t be naive enough to believe a woman he has kidnapped at knifepoint will be his loving life partner, but the scene is telling us yes, this is his belief.

Very brief sex with the breakfast tray prostitute seems a bit of an unhinged choice. I do prefer it when the villains are clever. That’s why Randall and Sandrigham are god tier Outlander villains and Geillis and that snooty French duke are not. I find this whole episode very perplexing. Bonnet is effective as a villain, not just because he is ruthless and violent, but because he is canny and has skill at manipulating people’s sympathies and ambitions to achieve his own goals. It seems strange that he leaves himself open completely to that same kind of manipulation with Bri who is not particularly convincing when she tries to play up the romance farce. Would he really be so fooled by her motivations?

It’s all very strange, as it seems like they should be having a battle of wits and deception, but it all falls away and we have only what we first start out with: captor and captive.

Jocasta is up to some scheme. She orders old Pippin to dole out her fortune to every person under 40 at Fraser’s Ridge. Old Pippin is the worst criminal. He is practically bursting out of his chair in outrage as she bequeaths pound upon pound until he screeches “you can’t give away my money!” Jocasta got him to admit conspiracy in under two minutes.

Thank beezus for Ulysses. He comes in to asphyxiate old Pippin when he gets pillow happy with Jocasta’s face. A beautiful voice and charming company aren’t his only talents. We now know the glory of Ulysses’ biceps. Looks like old Pippin is swindled in the short term and dead in the short term.

Seems Bonnet is trafficking stolen women. He decides to sell Brianna to a sea captain. Was this his plan all along (if so, why the charade?) or a pivot following the failure of his original plan? On the beach they are intercepted by the Fraser Gang. Roger catches up to Bonnet while everyone else hangs back (???). Roger lands a punch on Bonnet, which the editor makes us watch twice. This very generous editor also bestows the gift of slow mo on Roger’s scuffling.

I’m sorry. They are planning to put Bonnet on a boat to sea? Like you have rifles. Have you learned nothing? Just shoot and be done with it. Oh, now Brianna wants him to go to trial. Why why why. You want to trust politicians?

Bonnet does get sentenced to execution. By drowning, but nobody sticks around to watch? Oh wait, Brianna turns up with a rifle to do what she could have done on the beach???

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