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lovingmattysposts · 5 months

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Mustang

"we'd make out in your mustang to radio head"

"Never thought that one day, i'd be losing you"

pairing: y/n and matt sturniolo

summary: It was hard for you to be back in Boston, because Boston brought back memories you tried so hard to forget. You missed what you had here, you missed who you had here. And he was everywhere and you missed him so bad.

warnings: sooo much fluff but really sad, cursing, sadness, mentions of being turned on?? but thats the only suggestive part

i wrote this literally based on my life because I drive a mustang and love matthew sturniolo so I hope you love it too

xoxo, Autumn

I sighed as I dropped my bag into my old room, before collapsing into the bed.

I hated being home from college, but I also didn't it was a weird divide between my brain. It's filled with great memories, but also sad ones.

It just mainly make me think of the triplets, well mainly Matt. We were all really close in high school, but once I went of to college in MaryLand and they moved to L.A we drifted apart. Well that wasn't the first time.

We started to drift apart when Matt and I broke up. Neither of us took the break up well at all. We were both miserable. Obviously Nick and Chris, wanted to be their for their brother so they weren't there for me as much as I would hope.

Which now looking back it was a absolute insane thing to get angry over, it's their brother, they were going to support him no matter what. But i was young and I was hurt so I took my emotions from the breakup and pushed it on Nick and Chris for not being there for me.

The breakup was mutual, and not in the oh-he-broke-up-with-me-and-im-too-embarrassed-to-admit-it "mutual breakup". No, it was genuinally mutual. We both were in love deeply with one another and neither of us wanted to breakup at all.

One stupid fight over how we were going to work coast-to-coast and that was it. It was weird really. A really weird feeling when one minute you're in love and the next minute one stupid fight and it makes everything change.

We were just two scared teenagers who were too prideful to admit they were scared to lose one another to life. Living without Matt was a hard thing to grasp, because I never thought there would be a time where we weren't together.

I guess I got over it or at least tried to when I went off to college. I went on dates, kissed a few boys, even hooked up with one. But there was always a voice in the back of my head screaming "they aren't Matt"

It was weird kind of breakup. After the final goodbye that night, we never spoke again. Even living in the same city for three months after that until I went of to college and he moved to LA, we didn't speak once. And we hadn't in three years.

I forced myself not to check what he was doing, literally throwing my phone across my dorm room, just so I wouldn't check. It was hard since his entire life was online. Mine wasn't. It was easy for him to forget. It wasn't for me.

It really is hard to remember what their lips feel like when you kiss them for the last time and don't even know it.

Even three years after the breakup, every time I come to Boston I think of him. There were picture of him and I still plastered on my photo wall in my bedroom, I still haven't gotten the courage to take them down. I still had one of his shirts that was tucked away in my "stay home clothes" and I haven't taken it out since.

I especially think of him when I'm driving around in my Mustang. Since I didn't register it to my college, I left it at home along with all of the memories inside of it that I think of every time I get behind the wheel of that damn Mustang.

I just needed to go on a drive. To clear my head and to get my mind off my high school boyfriend. I stood up walking out of my brother and mumbling a quick bye to my parents and walking outside to the cold air.

I took my keys out of my sweatshirt and unlocked the car, pulling on the handle but pausing as I felt a memory wash over me.

"Matt" I giggled trying to push him off of me. He smiled against my neck and attempted to pin my arms down. "Whattt?" He smiled as his lips attached to my neck and then up to my face, kissing me softly.

I put my hands on his face as we kissed slowly, before pushing him back slightly. He was fully leaned over the entire middle consul, on top of me.

"Matt we have to go inside" I smiled looking at my boyfriend as he smiled stupidly at me, looking only down at my lips as I spoke. "Hmm hm" He hummed finally looking up at my eyes, his eyelids hooded. I don't know if it was from how early it was or from the kiss.

"Did you hear a word I said?" I giggled. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against him. "Nope" He smiled against my lips catching mine in a kiss again. I smiled as we kissed, as if it were the first time we had ever kissed. Butterflies filling my stomach as he rubbed his thumb back and forth against me, as we kissed.

I knew really believed in love before I met Matthew Sturniolo. I thought the books were stupid, the movies were unrealistic, and the couples in love around us were just going to end up hurt or cheated on. Because that was all I had ever known, that was before a blue eyes lacrosse player passed me in the hallway and we made eye-contact for a little too long.

I never believed in love at first sight either until that day. I thought it was cheesy, and terribly inaccurate, but something inside of me told me that boy would be in my life for a longgg time.

He pulled away from the kiss and brought his hands up to my face, rubbing his thumbs back and forth against my cheeks smiling down at me in adoration.

I never saw myself as a romantic either. Kind of kept to myself, was sarcastic and thought I would die before talking to a man in a baby voice, and a part of me thinks everyone thinks that way before they find their first love. Well in this case, the love of my life. There wouldn't be a minute for the rest of my life where I didn't love Matt.

"I love you" He whispered, leaning down and kissing my nose, making me giggle. He sighed leaning down against my shoulder and running his hand over my steering wheel. "And I love your car" he sighed, making me roll my eyes. "Sometimes I feel like you only like me for my car" I joked making him lift his head and furrow his eyebrows.

"What no, you're the love of my life. The car is just a plus to dating you" He said shaking his head. It was embarrassing the effect his words had on my physical being. I blushed, making him smile.

"I like when I make you blush" He smiled leaning down and kissing me again. The other plus to dating Matt, other than simply everything about him, was his lips. Oh my God, his lips. They were perfect and boy did that boy know how to kiss.

I honestly didn't know kissing someone was suppose to be enjoyable before kissing him. I could fall asleep kissing him. If my lips could be on his ever second of everyday, they would be. He quite literally changed my world.

He slipped his tongue into my mouth, making me hum against him deepening the kiss. He smiled as he kissed me harder. There was a hard knock against my window, causing Matt to jump off of me, due to the loud noise. He looked behind me, since my back was against the door. He sighed and sat back in the passenger seat.

I turned around seeing his brothers standing next to my car. I rolled down the window and they both leaned down poking their heads into the car.

"Jesus do you two ever come up for air?" Chris said looking between us making me smile and look down at my lap. "Seriously the whole school yard just saw you two suffocating each other with your mouths" Nick shook his head. Matt laughed and shook his head, looking over at me.

"I'm getting your windows tinted for Christmas" He said shaking his head. I rolled my eyes and turned back to Nick and Chris. "Do you guys need something?" I asked looking between two of my best friends. "Yeah dumbass, School's about to start" Chris said motioning to everyone walking inside.

"But it's coldd outside, and it's so warm in here" I sighed, leaning towards Matt. Matt pouted looking at his brothers and wrapped his arms around me.

"If you miss another class, you're benched at the next game Matthew" his brother said unimpressed. Matt sighed letting me go. I leaned back up in my seat.

I looked over to Matt who looked at me and then to his brothers. "Yeah yeah, just give us a minute" He said leaning over and starting to roll up the window, making me shake my head.

"You two are gross!" Nick yelled as he walked away. "Her lips will still be there after first period Matt!" Chris yelled as the window close. I laughed and shook my head, before Matt turned my head capturing my lips in his again. I fell into the kiss again so easily before pushing him slightly.

"Matt, we have to go. I can't miss first period again" I sighed as I looked into his blue eyes. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Fine" He breathed leaning back over, grabbing his bag off the floor in front of me. I giggled at his frustrated demeanour.

"Wait" I smiled making him look up as I reached over grabbing his shirt connecting our lips again. He smiled against me as he dropped his bag again, bringing his hand up to cup my face again. I pulled away as he kissed me deeper.

"Okay, Okay, we have to go" I said shaking my head, trying to shake the redness in my face. I turned off the car and grabbed my keys.

"Wait, we have to wait a second" He breathed making me glance over at him as he groaned leaning his head back against the chair, attempting to adjust his shorts. I looked down noticing the tent in his pants.

I rolled my eyes. "Seriously?" I said raising my eyebrows. He glanced over at me, smirking. "I can't help what you do to be y/n" he laughed. I shook my head smiling and looked out the window.

He was going to be the death of me.

I shook my head, dropping my smile at the memory and climbed into my car, turning it on and immediatley turning on the heat to wipe away the goosebumps on my legs.

I sighed as I pulled out of my house and pulled out onto the road. Clear my head. Just clear my head. But everything about this car screamed Matt.

I looked over at the empty passenger seat and sighed. Physically seeing Matt there in my mind, but he wasn't. He was thousands of miles away not thinking about me.

As i drove around my empty town, playing song after song trying to make myself feel better, made it worse. I felt pathetic. Thinking about my ex-boyfriend of three years ago, wasn't good. Why was I still thinking about him.

I tried to convince myself it was just because I was here in Boston, in this car, but another part of my brain reminded me that I promised to him and to myself that I would always love him. I hated myself because I stuck to my word. That's why I didn't reach out after the breakup, because I said that if was better if we both just tried to move on. That we had to move on and we wouldn't if we were still in contact.

It's when he agreed to it was when the reality of my words set into me like a ton of bricks. The amount of times I wanted to show up at his front door step, telling him I was wrong. That I couldn't live without him. That we were stupid for ever thinking our breakup was what we both needed. But I never did, and he never showed up at my door either.

I guess a part of me moved on, or maybe my brain just convinced me that I did. I don't feel like I did, because there was never another Matt. All these boys i've met, it was hard to even picture them to be the same species as Matthew Sturniolo, because they were cold, hard, mean, assholes. Matt was sweet, kind, loving, and tender hearted. To put them in the same category as him would just be an insult to Matt.

So I waited until someone like Matthew Sturniolo came along. I've waited three years and I've not met one other soul like him. It wasn't fair.

I sighed. I needed to go home, take a hot shower, and stop torturing myself. I pulled around, driving back towards my house, trying to erase every single thing i've thought about on this long miserable drive. Once I stepped out of this car, I wasn't going to think about him again.

I was going to turn off this car and open the door and leave all my feelings and hopes for Matt inside of it because It wasn't fair to myself. I needed to let go.

I turned into my neighborhood and pulled up to my driveway, driving in. I parked the car and took a deep breathe, rubbing my hands over my face. I sighed, turning off the car and opening the door.

If it was meant to be it will be, at least that's what the poets say. But then again aren't all poets just people writing about what they think love is? Not the actual reality of it? They don't write about the breakups or the hard times, they talk about the falling. The feeling of being in love. Something so strong it could kill a person, that part I guess now I believed to be true. So maybe all poets are idiots.

I swallowed shaking my thoughts before opening my door and stepping out before looking back inside, and taking a deep breath closing my eyes before I shut it finally.

That was it. Now those were just memories. That's all they can be and thats all i'll allow them to be. From here on out I wasn't going to tourtue myself. From here on out not one more thought would cross my brain thinking about-

I froze.

"Matt?"

Standing there.

Right there.

In front of me.

My feet froze.

He stood tall in front of me, black hoodie, black pants and small scruff lining his jawline. His eyes as blue as ever and his hair still as floppy as I remembered, just a little longer. I blinked, frozen in time. My heart was beating so fast I thought I would have collaspted right then and there.

"Y/n" He spoke finally. My lips parted slightly as I stood in front of the boy that I loved all those years ago. The boy I just spent the last hour killing my mind over.

He licked his lips looking down at me with an expression I couldn't understand. "W-What are you doing here?" I breathed, barley blinking staring up at him. He let out a breath as he looked at me pulling his hands out of the pockets of his sweatshirt.

"I-I was in town and I-" I stopped as he looked down at me. I stared up at him waiting for his explanation. "I don't know I just kind of came over here. I didn't really have a plan. I don't know what to say, but I just started walking and I ended up here" He breathed, seeing his breath come out in a vapor in the coldness of the air around us. Making it real. He was there.

I blinked at him. I opened my mouth to say something but closed it, not knowing what to say. I honestly wanted to look up at the sky and wish for a million dollars and see if that would come walking up to my house too. But no. This was more of a shock than if that happened.

"I know-" He shook his head. "I know this is probably a lot for you, and I can leave if you don't want to see me and I know that showing up here after three years is so shitty so I understand if-" He spoke but I cut him off stepping forward and wrapping my arms around his torso, leaning my head against his chest, holding him tightly. This was real.

I let out a breath for what felt like the first time in three years. He paused for a second, suprized from the sudden embrace, before wrapping his arms around me just as tightly, leaning his head against the top of mine. I closed my eyes thinking If i ever let go he would dissapear and I would wake up from my dream.

"Matt" I breathed again. He let out a deep breath. "Y/n" He stated again. We sat there for a long time, just holding each other like speaking three years worth of words, without actually talking.

I pulled back looking up at him. He smiled down at me, tears in his eyes and tears in mine.

"How's LA?" I smiled, my eyes full of tears. He chuckled hanging his head breifly before looking back up at me. "It's not Boston" He shook his head. I chuckled, wiping the bottom of my eyes. I nodded just smiling up at him.

"I missed you" He shook his head, biting his lips as it quivered due to the tears threatening to spill. I shook my head looking down as I let out a breath. I leaned up wiping his tears with my thumb.

"I missed you sweet boy" I whispered as a tear ran down my face. He reached up, wiping it. I swallowed.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He whispered smiling through his tears. I laughed handing my head before shaking it. He smiled. "Thank God" He breathed before leaning down and kissing me passionatly. I smiled as we kissed, tasting the tears between us.

He reached down wrapping his hands under my waist pulling our bodies together as I held his face in my hands. I couldn't believe this was real. His lips were exactly how I remembered, as If not a single day had passed between us.

I pulled back, but didn't move away from him, as I looked into his eyes, soothing his cheek.

"I miss you too" I breathed, he smiled. I laughed through my tears, leaning my head against his chest. He wrapped his arms tighter around me and we sat there.

All of the sudden a car came racing up to my house, before slamming on the breaks. I looked up at Matt, who sighed closing his eyes. I turned as I heard the slamming of car doors.

Nick and Chris emerged from the car before sighing when they saw us. Matt's grip didn't loosen on me, like if he let go he'd be afraid I would run away. Little did he know I wasn't moving away from him even if he pushed me off of him.

"Matt you scared the shit out of us" Chris shook his head as he walked up to us. I looked up at Matt, who didn't look fazed by his brothers whatsoever. I looked back seeing Nick coming around the otherside of the car.

"Thank God you're okay" Chris said making it up to us. Nick walked over. "You can't just take off and not tell us where you're going without your phone" Nick shook his head.

"Guys i'm fine" Matt reassured them. He looked down at me. "I'm better than fine" He whispered looking down at me in his arms. I smiled up at him.

"We thought you'd be here" Nick sighed looking over at us. I smiled looking over at Nick and Chris. They looked like them, but older. Kind of like Matt. Chris's hair was longer and Nick was blonde.

I smiled leaning my head against Matt, both of our arms still wrapped in one another. Nick sighed shaking his head.

"Alright, you guys will still be alive when you let go. Now y/n come over here and give me a hug" Nick smiled. I looked up at Matt smiling before finally dropping my arms and walking over to Nick, hugging him. He sighed against me.

"Missed you" He mumbled. "I miss you guys so much" I said looking over to Chris before opening my arms in offer for him to join the hug. He rolled his eyes smiling before joining Nick and I.

"Missed you kid" He mumbled squeezing us.

"Alright. Alright, get off her" Matt said walking up to us, before pulling me against him again. I laughed and shook my head at him. Still now, he only wanted me to himself and I could have melted.

"Will you come home now? Mom hasn't seen you yet" Chris shook his head. Matt let out a breath before looking down at me. I smiled up at him.

"Yeah, but there's something we have to do first" He explained looking up at his brothers. I furrowed my eyebrows looking at Matt. He looked towards the car.

"Can we go for a drive?"

I looked over at my mustang before smiling up at him. "Please?" I said letting out a breath. He smiled, leaning down and kissing my forehead. He grabbed my hand as he pulled me towards the car.

WOW I LITERALLY CRIED MULTIPLE TIMES WHILE WRITING THIS. hope you guys did too🥹

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whorediaries-09 · 6 months

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okay, what if, reader (james gf) got jealous of lily tutoring james and told james abt it and james tells her "i would never date anyone else other than you" and also "you have all rights over me. you OWN me." and then smut where they're kissing, and reader suddenly says stop and james DOES stop to prove that he belongs to her???

hi honey <3 i'm sorry it took so much time to get around the request, but here you are, i hope you like it xoxo.

dark red

pairing(s)- james potter x reader warning(s)- stupid teenagers in love, 18+ content. a/n- uggh it was so hard to find proper pictures for the header, my feed is full of sirius black shit 💀🫢

ps- dark red is so james potter coded. (he dances on chammak challo, don't ask me how i know okay now bye)

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only you, my girl, only you, babe only you, darling, only you

'hey, darling,' your boyfriends' voice echoes in your ears. your eyes sink deeper into the words printed upon the paper of the book you'd been reading. they seemed like plain words on paper, which made no sense as your mind subconsciously made note that the one you loved so dearly was near you.

he sunk beside your bed, his quidditch sweater hugging his body in a form fitting way. he runs his finger through his curls, the familiar flowery, damp smell escalating off his body which burned your heart. through your peripherals, you see him smiling, a subtle hint of color on his brown skin. you feel the mattress sink beside your legs, as he pushes his legs into the silk duvet you were covered by. his fingers roam over your feet, applying a comforting amount of pressure.

he hums mindlessly under his breath, and you shift under the warmth of the duvet. you flip the book shut, keeping it on your nightstand. you free your feet from james's grasp, sitting up, moving closer to him. you stare at his face as you sit in front of him, knees touching.

'honey?' you whisper, nibbling at your bottom lip. it's like a sudden change of atmosphere, as he places his hand on your thigh, and he's staring at you, his brown eyes scanning yours.

'where were you?' you ask, even though you know the answer. his demeanor changes slightly, as he furrows his eyebrow. he'd told sirius to inform you about his tutoring session with lily. did the prick not tell you, he wonders.

'i was with lily,' he replies. you respond with a curt nod, biting your lip.

'because you needed academic help am i right?' you inquire. he swipes his tongue over his teeth,

'yes m'love,' he responds. you're not sure how to frame your next statement. the air feels stuffy around the both of you, and you intertwine your finger with his curl. his finger draws mindless shapes on your thigh.

'james,-' you begin, a heavy breath leaving your mouth, '-i'm gonna need you to stop these tutoring sessions with lily.' your mouth feels dry as you spill out the words from your throat. his eyes widen,

'i'm in heavy need of help in potions! otherwise i might fail!' he protests. you stare at him, stubborn to not let him dodge your demand.

'you're a fucking illegal animagus. what do you need help with potter?'

'well brewing a sleeping potion- hang on what's all this about?' he inquires, his former statement unheard.

'you know very well,'

'no i don't, enlighten me.'

'god are you really that daft?'

'if you think so, yes.'

'i'm fucking jealous, potter!'

his eyes widen with realization. as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold water all over his face. his hands grasp your face in a swift move, his eyes boring into yours. he's breathless, your confession firing a puddle of guilt into which his heart drowns into. he treats you like a fragile piece of glass as if you'd break if he said the wrong words.

'jealous? because i liked her previously?' he questions, his forehead touching yours. your eyes burn with anger, with a clandestine stab upon your heart,

'yes,'

in a swift move, you're on your back, pinned to the mattress, his lips roaming into your mouth, as his mind screeches screams of guilt, an urge which echoes in his head, to prove to you that he was yours. just yours.

he bites your lip, pushing his leg between your thighs, and you moan, the rough fabric of his trouser providing you a lewd friction against your crotch.

'james,' you slur, huffed breaths leaving your mouth. he furrows his eyebrows,

'god,-' he holds your face closer to his, resting his forehead on yours, 'i'd never date anyone but you,-' he plants a soft kiss over your nose, '-god, i love you so fucking much.' he completes. his confession breaks through soft words, paired with broken breaths.

'i love you too, i'm sorry i doub-' he places his finger over your swollen lip, shushing you.

'let me show you how much i love you? let me show you i'm yours? just yours? let me show you how you have total rights over me?' he questions. you nod your head, and with your approval, he unbuttons your shirt.

*****

your nails rake on his bare chest, as he pushes his cock deep into your sopping cunt. you bottom down on his cock, your cunt throbbing. it was like high, as his hand place themselves on your hips, his rutting into yours. your breasts bounce deliciously within his vision, as he thrusts into you.

you pepper kisses all over his chest as he thrusts into you, his cock hitting your g-spot so perfectly, you feel like you'd drool. you gasp as his finger rubs over your swollen clit, rolling your eyes back, curling your toes as you feel the orgasm within you bubbling with a vigorous hotness which creeps all over your body. goosebumps erupt on your skin as his hot breath gazes over your skin,

'i'm yours, all yours, my girl,' he assures. you bite your lip,

'you're all mine. fucking mine.' you respond. he gasps at your words, and your walls clench around his cock, as your rub your clit. your orgasm bubbles within you, and consumes you from within, tearing into every cell of your body. it's as if you're on fire, as you feel the coil in your stomach tightens. it's as if you're glowing with lust, as your heart beats against your ribcage. it was like a shattering carnal desire to authorize your ownership over him.

'you're all m-mine- i fucking own you,' you moan, your lips meeting his, as you consume him, consume the feeling of his cock, consume the warmth of his touch, consume the cozy feeling of his words.

'only yours, my girl,' he says against your lips.

it's a dwindling mercurial high, a paradise shaking and pacing with your heartbeats, as the both of you release together, the mixture of cum and yours leaking through your sopping cunt.

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ichikopotato · 2 months

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currently thinking of 2007! Tom missing you so much on tour.

synopsis: Tom misses his girlfriend so much while he’s on the Zimmer 483 Tour, that he decides to give her something special while they’re talking on the phone.

warnings: mutual masturbation, phone sex, overall just smut.

a/n: pulled this out my ass so if it’s shit, im sorry‼️

—> IT WAS A EXHAUSTIVE NIGHT in Oberhausen, Germany. Tom and his band just finished their concert for the day. He just arrived back at his hotel room, sighing as he removed his shoes.

He immediately got his phone, calling you. He’s missing you so much, even Bill and the rest of the band is affected. By his constant nagging about he should’ve brought you.

His face lights up as he sees your face. “Hallo, meine liebe. How are you?” He asks, playing with his lip piercing. You smile, blushing softly. “Im fine, baby. I just miss you s’much.”

You continue talking, explaining your day, your plans for tomorrow and how you miss your dear boyfriend. Tom smirks, feeling his pants tighten. He plays with his lip piercing once more, staring at your cleavage through the phone.

“Hey hey, schatz?” He mutters, his voice low and husky. “Yes, baby?” You smiled innocently, before lowering his camera to an angle you can see him stroking his hardness.

You stutter, your face heating up. “Liebe, what are you—“ he cuts you off by saying, “show me those pretty tits that I’ve been missing as well, yeah?” He chuckled.

You nod, blushing as you bring your shirt up, revealing your plump breasts to his horny eyes. He groans softly, stroking his cock faster. He curses under his breath, moaning.

“Go on schatz, show me that pretty pussy.” He moans. “Baby, you know how much you turn me on.” You mutter, giggling. You point the camera to your bottom, removing your shorts and your panties.

You show him your sopping wet pussy, “what now, tommy?” You teased. He moans, stroking his cock faster. “Go on baby, Reibe diese kleine Muschi. Wan’ to see you pleasure yourself.”

You nod obediently, your hand reaching down to rub your wetness. You moan softly, biting your bottom lip. He groans into his phone, moaning as he feels himself getting closer to climax.

“Oh fuckfuck— meine liebe, m’cumming—“ he groans, moaning as he releases all over his hand. You moan, reaching your breaking point as well.

“Did so good f’me, baby. Thank you” he smirked, grabbing a tissue from his nightstand. You smile, face flustered. “Baby, i’ll see you in 29 days. Ich liebe dich, tommy. G’night.” You blow a kiss to the camera, waving bye.

“Gut nacht, baby. Ich liebe dich auch, liebe.” As he catches your kiss into his hand, rubbing it into his chest. You ended the call, smiling like an idiot.

Tom was about to go to sleep, before seeing the photo you sent him. A photo of your breasts in new lingerie, along with a message saying, “miss you, baby. A proper goodnight. xoxo 💋”

“Scheiße.” He muttered, playing with his lip piercing with a cocky smirk on his lips. Guess he won’t be sleeping for another hour.

HOPE YOU LIKED IT, DID THIS AT 1:34AM LOVE YOU ALL💋🫶🏻

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warringwarrioridiot · 3 months

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Pretty Little Thing.

Douma x Fem Reader

CW: Slight manipulation, Heavy smut, dirty talk, humiliation (?), Kinky af, Douma being Douma, teasing, praise, slight degrading, creampie, repeated orgasm, etc.

Requested by: Anon.

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Definitely body-worships, Bros gonna treat you like a fucking goddess

Loves telling you that your scars are beautiful, he loves seeing that love-struck expression every time.

Loves marking you, definitely loves marking you.

Will go gentle at first but that's only if you're a virgin, otherwise say bye-bye to your walking privileges because you're a Steven Hawkins kinnie now.

What's your wheelchair color?

Even if you are a virgin, he still gonna make you scream his name.

He's gonna summon the combined virgin power of overstimulation and a husky voice to make you cum.

This cunt is a tease, he will constantly deny you orgasm. Fucking asshole

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"Look how needy you are, you adorable little slut!~"

Douma teased as he shoved his fingers in your tight cunt, relishing in the sound of your desperate pleas for more.

Normally you were stubborn and a rather blunt woman, but under his touch you were helplessly submissive.

"Douma please.. It feels so good.."

You whimpered as he moved his hand faster, barely able to think straight.

"You're so cute.."

He murmured, smirking as he felt you tighten around his fingers.

He loved how easy it was to tease you. You got so flustered when he talked to you in a honey-sweet voice.

"Aw, are you getting close?"

He leaned down and gently kissed your neck, nibbling at that sensitive spot in the crook of your neck with his signature smirk.

"You already know what I want to hear out of that pretty little mouth.."

You looked up at him with a flushed face, breathing heavily as you breathed out a reply.

"Please.. Please let me cum.. I promise I'll behave.. I promise.."

Douma grinned and moved his hand at an almost inhuman pace, causing you to squirm and moan his name at the top of your lungs.

This only made Douma's pride swell, a soft groan escaping him as his girthy cock throbbed at the sight of you. Your curly hair was disheveled, your eyes were half closed, your cheeks were flushed, and your wet pussy was swollen from all the previous orgasms.

God you looked so beautiful...

The knot in your womb tightened as you released on her fingers, now laying on your stomach with a thin layer of sweat glistening on your skin.

"Just one more thing, Darling.. One more thing.."

He mumbled as he slowly unbuckled his belt, a soft sigh of bliss escaping him as his dick leaked with precum.

"You want to be fucked, don't you? You want to please me so bad, my adorable little fox.. I know about those dirty little thoughts you have, you filthy little whore.."

You felt like you were about to faint from the overstimulation, but the way he was cooing to you and calling you such dirty things made you want his throbbing cock in your hole so bad..

You pressed your plump ass against his pelvis, staring up at him through thick eyelashes.

"Fuck me like a slut.."

You whimpered out, biting your lip with a pleasure-drunk smile.

Douma chuckled before shoving his dick inside your wet cunt.

"Good girl.."

He cooed while slamming his hips against yours, the sound of wet skin slapping together and lewd noises of pleasure filled the room.

He couldn't help but groan seeing how cute you looked as he fucked you like an animal. Oh how he loved seeing you like that..

He felt you tighten around him and grinned, moving his hips as fast as he could with a flushed face.

"So fucking tight.."

He leaned down and bit your neck, moaning as he neared his orgasm.

"Look how eager you are!"

He cooed teasingly, leaving small love bites all over your neck.

You couldn't even think straight! You were so drunk on his dirty praise you didn't realize he was about to creampie you. Not that you minded.

He whimpered out your name, biting his lip as his movements grew sloppier and more desperate than before. He acted like a dog in heat whenever he was about to cum..

Eventually, he orgasmed, pressing against you while stuffing you with his cum and giving you a creampie. (Again.)

He panted like a dog, his handsome face buried in your neck. He wrapped his arms around you and snuggled with you like a puppy.

"Gee, I thought you were supposed to be a tough warrior.."

He teased, laughing as you bit his arm.

"Shut up! You're lucky I love you .."

Douma continued to laugh, and you couldn't help but smile as well. He was so handsome when he laughed..

You both were blissfully unaware of the cultists in the next room, who were completely traumatized by the lewd things they witnessed..

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scekrex · 1 month

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okay okay, hear me out

sub Adam x male reader w daddy kink

okay bye

Fucking love it, thanks for the request xoxo/p

Never wanna stop 'cause your taste is so divine

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, anal sex, sub!Adam, dom!Reader, praise kink, daddy kink, blood & pain

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Adam was a moaning mess underneath you, mentally falling apart as his brain chased the only thought it could come up with. Pleasure.

“That’s my good boy,” you breathed out as the first man pounded into you, his hips moving quickly, he was desperate for release, desperate to bury himself inside of you, desperate for you. Oh he wanted it, he wanted you, needed you, worshiped you. “Doing so fucking well,” you hummed as you met his thrusts halfway through, riding his dick like it was the air you breathed and the water you drank to keep yourself going. Adam cried out, your name on his lips as he begged for more. Your hand was in his hair in an instant as you corrected him harshly, “Daddy.” His eyes opened and he looked at you, a little bit of confusion reflected in his lust clouded orbs, it was cute how easily it was to catch him off guard during sex. “For you,” you gave his hair a firm tug, forcing another whine to leave his throat, “I’m daddy.”

The brunette's hips stuttered at that and his head fell back, landing softly on the backrest of the couch. “Yeah- fuck,” he took a deep breath - or at least he tried to, “Okay.” Your hips stopped moving and he alone wasn't able to cause enough friction to get him off, he knew that just as well as you did. “Okay what?” your voice was harsh, cold sounding even, as you demanded a proper answer from the man underneath you. Adam's head turned to the side as he avoided eye contact - shit that was embarrassing.

The hand in his hair moved to his chin faster than the first man was able to recognize, forcing the first man to ever be created to look you in the eyes as you were slowly grinding your ass against his hips. His beautiful golden eyes were hidden by eyelids, a needy moan fell from his lips at your movement and he tried to thrust up, to get you to move your hips like they had been before, oh fuck he needed you, he needed you so fucking badly. “Adam, fucking look at me when I talk to you,” you growled at him and you watched in delight as submissive eyes met yours. “Okay what?” you repeated your words, louder, more demanding this time and you felt the brunette shiver underneath you. His eyes seemed afraid to leave yours yet he wanted to break eye contact again, not fully able to handle the dominance that was coming from your side. “Okay daddy,” he mumbled quietly.

You lifted your hips up, then sank down on his dick, your body greedily swallowed his length. That motion you slowly repeated a couple of times until his nails broke the skin on your waist and you hissed in pain. Instead of letting you go, he only dug them deeper in, visibly trying to ground himself, to fight back against the submission. He wanted to grab you, throw you on your back and fuck your brains out. And yet what you were doing to him felt like the most amazing sex he ever had. “Couldn't hear ya, angel, you gotta speak up,” he pushed himself away from the couch’s backrest, his face was hidden as he pressed it against your neck as he mumbled yet again, “Okay daddy.” It seemed louder to you given the fact that his mouth was closer to your ear and his lips were brushing against your skin as he spoke, basically causing the words to vibrate through your body. “That’s not speaking up.” Adam tensed up a little, he wanted to be good for you, but being good came hand in hand with being fucking embarrassing and he hated that feeling. “But it's enough for now,” the brunette relaxed at your words and exhaled against your skin, kissing your neck softly to thank you in silence.

Your hands tried to peel his hands away from your waist, but there was no chance he planned on letting you go any time soon, his nails were sunken deep inside your skin, angelic blood covered his fingers and said fingers were sure to form bruises. But that was fine, if it was what kept him grounded it was fine. His wings fluttered in excitement as his tongue licked over your salty tasting skin, drinking you in completely. He loved the taste of you on his tongue. “Please,” he hummed against your neck as he met your slow thrusts with passion. His lips were constantly attached to your neck, surely Adam would leave more marks than just some wounds and bruises on your waist. Not that you minded, you thought it was cute. “Faster,” he added before you were able to ask him what he was begging for. “Daddy,” was the third word that left his lips, also without an extra request from you. And you weren't gonna deny his wish, especially because he had worded his needs so well for you.

You hummed in agreement, your throat vibrated against his lips and you felt the moan that escaped him more than you actually heard it as you picked up the pace a little - only a little though. If he wanted enough pleasure to push him over the edge, he'd have to properly beg for it, to submit to you fully and give his all to you. You adjusted your hips a little, a throaty groan fell from your lips as the tip of Adam's dick brushed over your prostate, you wanted more, needed more. Your own dick was painfully hard, precum was leaking from the tip and you were sure a simple touch could cause you to come undone right then and there. And yet you denied yourself the pleasure your body craved for just to make the first man wait a little longer, to make him beg for his needs.

Obviously Adam noticed your reaction, his lust clouded mind needed a moment to catch onto what had caused that pleasure to shoot through your body. But once he did he started to squirm underneath you, desperately asking you to quit being a bitch without using his words. He simply wanted to get off, wanted to come undone no matter if it was inside of you or onto your skin, but he needed release. “You want something?” you asked the first man innocently - or rather as innocent as possible because with Adam grinding against your sweet spot it wasn't exactly easy to keep yourself together. “Fuck you,” he spit out between huffs and groans, the brunette was moving your hips up and down, trying to get as much friction as possible. Yet it felt so much better when you moved your hips yourself. “Keep acting like a bitch and I won't get you off at all,” you warned him and slapped his side playfully, it was just a pat really, yet Adam's eyes shot open as your hand came down on his skin, a touch that wasn't soft for once. His teeth gazed against your skin and your hand was in his hand fast, grabbing a fistful of that soft brown hair of his as you pulled his face from your neck, he let out a displeased whine at that, “No biting.”

The golden eyes that locked with yours were begging, begging for more, for permission, for release. But you wanted him to voice those needs.

“But-” “No Adam, daddy said no fucking biting,” you interrupted him harshly and forced him to tilt his head backwards. Your lips were on his throat only moments later, covering the soft, perfect skin in kisses and hickeys. “Not- hah- fucking fair,” the brunette complained, you were allowed to mark him up but he wasn't allowed to leave marks on you? Unfair.

His hands finally moved from your hips and you hissed as he pulled the nails out of the still bleeding wounds there. Your hand decided to let go of the man underneath you and you forced yourself to pull away from the first man's throat to look at him in all his glory. Dear almighty Lord, Adam looked divine through and through.

Adam hadn't noticed the wounds on your hips before and he looked shocked as he saw the sticky, shiny, golden liquid covering his fingers. You carefully tilted his head by his chin, his eyes snapped to yours, finding nothing but reassurance. Something inside his eyes shifted and his voice was quiet as he spoke, “Daddy I-” Adam cut himself off.

Your hips stopped moving yet again and his hips desperately thrusted inside of you to get at least the slightest bit of friction. “Swallow your fucking pride and tell me what you need.” Adam swallowed hard at your words and you watched as his adams apple bobbed. His eyes flickered down between the both of you, his hand slowly came up to wrap around your dick but you caught his wrist. “Words, Adam.” His eyes locked with you, need was on display in his glorious golden orbs and his words were only a whisper, “I need you to tear me the fuck apart, daddy.” There was a short pause, he seemed to hesitate, but eventually he added a quiet, “Please, daddy.” You were only able to imagine how hard it must have been for him to submit to you like that. His ego was huge, too huge to allow him to submit easily, to simply give you control. No, you had to earn it. Every fucking time you two fucked. Did you mind that? Not at all.

Your lips crashed against his, moan after moan falling from both pairs of lips, the kiss swallowed them all eagerly. You picked up the pace yet again, rewarding Adam's submission with what he had asked for. Your hands slid over his shoulders to his back, you dug your nails in the perfect skin underneath them, leaving angry red scratches on his light skin. “Fuck,” the first man hissed against your lips, a sweet, balanced mix between pain and arousal coated his voice and you couldn't help but grin.

As the pain of your nails scratching his back violently shot through his body, his hand wrapped around your dick and he was sure that the sounds that action earned him were the most holy things he'd ever get to hear in all of existence. You arched your back as your body not only chased his dick, but also his hand. You felt stimulated through and through, in the best ways possible.

Your hands smoothly slid from Adam's back to his waist, over to his stomach and up his chest until your thumbs circled his nipples. The brunette gasped, leaning into the touch immediately as barely audible whimpers escaped him - you were convinced he didn't even notice the sounds he was making. The first man looked at you, his golden eyes reflected need, lust and desire and all of that just for you. His words were a messy pleading, “Lemme fuck you,” he took a breath, re-focused his eyes m, “Please, fucking please daddy, lemme fu-” “Okay.”

Adam's body twitched at your response and he was quick to shift positions, his wings wrapped around your body and he smoothly turned the both of you so that your back hit the couch - well actually you landed on his wings. The soft feathers tickled against your skin and they smelled like him, covered you in his scent and made you feel like a cozy, warm blanket had been wrapped around you. Adam's body was pressed flush against yours, his fingers brushed over the wounds on your waist, careful to not open them up again but firm enough to cause a little pain - the arousing sort of pain though. His hips pounded into you like it was the last thing keeping him alive, like he needed it to continue to exist. He whimpered your name as he jerked you off, your own pre cum he used as lube to make the movements more fluent and so that the friction would feel less rough. Your own hands reached for his neck, pulled him down by it as you lifted your upper body off his wings a little to lean your forehead against his, “You’re doing so well for me angel.” A whine louder than the noises he had been making before fell from his lips and you smiled at that. You always adored how cutely Adam reacted to praises - not only during sex but in general. The first man needed your affirmation like he needed his wings to fly. “Fuck-” the air was knocked out of your lungs as his dick hit your prostate yet again, “Fucking me so- shit- so well, so good.”

His lips almost touched yours as his eyes fell shut, his mind tried to not break, tried to stay intact. “You look absolutely divine, Adam,” you hummed as your wings spread and wrapped around the taller male on top of you, the tip of your feathers brushed against his cheek, underlining your words softly. His strokes grew faster, sloppier too and so did his thrusts - he was close. “Why don’t ya show daddy how much you need him, huh?” A quiet, hushed, “Fuck,” fell from Adam's lips and you had to smirk at that. “C’mon big guy,” you mumbled against his lips before you gave him a quick kiss, “Be a good boy for me.”

And that was that did for him. His body shook, vibrated, stuttered and you watched in sheer delight as his eyes rolled into the back of his skull as the sticky white fluid covered your insides. Your hips gently rocked against his to fuck him through it, providing just the right amount of friction to get him through his orgasm. The first man's hand tightened around your erection, ripping a moan from your throat. It didn't take the taller man long to come down from his post orgasm high, not because the sex had been bad but because his mind was fogged up by the thought of providing the same pleasure to you. He wanted to watch you come undone so badly.

He wiggled a little in your grip, his hand let go of you and you watched as he spit into the palm of it before moving it back down and wrapping it around your length again. “Shit-” you hissed as pure pleasure clouded your eyes, Adam loved it when that happened. It mainly meant he was doing a good job. He quickened the pace, leaving you a moaning mess as you arched your back, Adam had to tilt his hips upwards a little in order to keep jerking you off. “You look so fucking gorgeous, daddy,” he hummed as his lips came down to catch yours into another kiss. Moan after moan spilled into the kiss as your ejaculate covered both of your bodies.

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dameronscopilot · 1 year

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Not that you have to give me more content but just an FYI, DBF Santi still haunts me okay thanks love u bye

hi ily here's an unhinged filthy little thanksgiving present xoxo!!

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Dad’s Best Friend!Santiago “Pope” Garcia x f!reader

Summary: The turkey isn’t the only thing getting stuffed this year when you come home for Thanksgiving.

Word Count: 3k

Rating: 18+ EXPLICIT

Content: NSFW, smut, DAD'S BEST FRIEND SANTIAGO, implied age gap (reader is of age), stuffed for Thanksgiving!, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie, mention of oral sex (m!receiving)

Shivering outside in the crisp November air, you gritted your teeth at the feeling of the light drizzle of rain falling from the sky. Couldn’t it at least be snow? You tucked your hands further into the long sleeves of your knitted dress—you’d be fucking damned if you had to march back up to the door of your shitty boyfriend’s house to say you forgot your jacket. No, you’d rather freeze.

At the sight of a familiar black pick up truck rounding the corner at the end of the street, your heart lurched in your chest. There was no fucking way.

And yet, clearly there was, because to your complete and total surprise, when the truck came to a stop beside the curb, Santiago Garcia stepped out from the driver’s side.

Santiago Garcia, the object of far too many of your wet dreams over the years. Wildly inappropriate dreams, given the fact that the man currently standing in front of you with his hands shoved in his pockets and a lopsided grin on his face was your dad’s best friend.

In an attempt to avoid busy holiday weekend traffic on the roads, you’d opted to take the train instead to come home for Thanksgiving. And while the initial plan was to spend the early afternoon with your boyfriend’s family before the two of you headed to your dad’s place, a nasty argument had thrown a wrench into the day.

When you’d called your dad and asked him if he could swing by to grab you, it sounded like he’d already had a few drinks, so you assumed one of your uncles or cousins would be pulling up. Not him.

The last time you saw Santiago was at a barbecue at his house shortly before you moved out years ago—after finishing your degree at a local university, you’d chosen an out-of-town grad school. The late summer evening had found you with just enough alcohol buzzing in your veins to corner him in the hallway inside, at which point all of the furtive glances and suggestive conversation building up between the two of you came to a head in a heated, messy, desperate kiss.

A kiss that Santiago quickly stopped between one heartbeat and the next, hands placed firmly on your shoulders as he took in your drunken state.

“Not like this,” he’d said roughly, shaking his head as he led you into the kitchen and poured you a cold glass of water.

You’d left the following week, and you hadn’t spoken to him since. Despite the amount of time he normally spent at your dad’s house, you’d somehow managed not to run into him on any of your trips home in the years since.

Until now.

You face burned in embarrassment as he approached you, and you glanced down at your feet.

“Where’s your jacket?”

Although you knew he was standing there, you still startled at the sound of his voice, and you awkwardly gestured back toward the house behind you.

Santi quirked an eyebrow and shrugged off his dark blue bomber jacket, draping it over your shoulders as he lightly rested a hand against the middle of your back and led you over to the truck, opening the passenger side door for you. You tried not to make it too obvious as you inhaled the scent of his cologne that was wrapped around you.

As he pulled back out onto the road, the cab of the truck was quiet save for the rumble of the engine, the occasional squeak of the windshield wipers, and the lulling pitter patter of raindrops outside.

When a few minutes had passed, Santiago finally broke the silence, “So what happened?”

You shrugged, “We got into an argument.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“I’m sure you don’t want to hear about my relationship problems.”

A huff of laughter left Santi’s lips. “We’ve got a half hour drive, try me.”

And so you sighed, leaning your head against the cool glass of the window and recounting the fight. An unfortunate series of events had led you to finally confront your suspicions that your boyfriend was cheating on you shortly after you arrived at his house, at which point he’d erupted into an avalanche of gaslighting—going so far as to blame you for living too far away. He’d punctuated the whole thing with an off-handed remark about how pathetic it was that you’d clearly tried so hard to dress up for dinner to the point where you looked ridiculous…and so you’d grabbed your purse and stormed out of his house before the food had even hit the table.

You looked at your distorted reflection in the wet side view mirror, frowning. Boots, stockings, and a cozy cable knit dress didn’t seem that out of place for Thanksgiving, but you sure felt pathetic either way as you flipped down the visor mirror, hastily wiping the corner of your eye where your mascara had protested against the tears that had strewn down your cheeks earlier.

“You look great.”

“What?” Although you had been talking to him, you’d somehow gotten lost in your own thoughts as you finished telling Santiago what happened.

You turned to find Santi staring at you as he came to a stop at a red light, and the weight of his gaze was heavy as he repeated himself, “You look great. Fuck your stupid boyfriend.”

—

Despite the fact that you found yourself wholly occupied in the hours that passed after you arrived at your dad’s, several family members taking turns catching up with you to ask about work and your studies, you were buzzing with a constant, palpable awareness of Santiago’s presence in the house.

More than once, you found yourself entirely distracted mid-conversation as you heard the rumbling sound of his laughter from across the room, your heart leaping at the way his eyes crinkled at the corners as he threw his head back.

Although he kept his distance, eventually you saw him wander into the kitchen out of the corner of your eye as you opened the oven, bending down to baste the turkey. When you squeezed the bulb of the blaster, you swore you heard Santiago choke, but when you turned around, he was gone.

And perhaps it was a bit over the top, but when he walked by you in the hallway a bit later with a slice of pumpkin pie on a plate, you darted a finger out and swiped a dollop of whipped cream off of it before you could stop yourself. His eyes widened a fraction, and his jaw ticked; he looked like he wanted to say something, but at the sound of your father’s voice calling out to him from living room, he swiftly turned on his heel and kept walking.

You didn’t find Santiago alone again until later, once some guests had begun to leave and the rest were strewn about the living room cheering and groaning as they watched the football game. Slipping his jacket back on, you quietly slid open the patio door that he had walked out through a few minutes earlier.

Eyes scanning the dark backyard, you eventually saw the dull, orange glow of a cigarette off in the corner. You strode over to find Santiago sitting with his legs spread wide as he leaned back in a chair, blowing out a cloud of smoke.

“Hey.”

The corner of his mouth turned up slightly as you approached, and he dropped the small white stick to the ground, crushing it under his foot.

“Hey.”

The toes of your shoes nudged against his as you came to a stop in front of him.

“Your idiot boyfriend call you to apologize yet?”

You crossed your arms, briefly glancing up at the collection of stars littering the sky. “Nah, I think it’s over.”

Santi nodded, biting his lip. “That’s good.”

You stepped closer, coming to stand between his spread thighs. “Yeah,” you agreed.

Suddenly remembering the guise you’d come outside under in the first place, you began to shrug the jacket off of your shoulders as you explained, “Figured you might want this back.”

Santi sat up and reached out to pull the jacket back up over your shoulders. “I’m fine, you wear it.”

You fought the urge to grab his hands as his fingertips briefly brushed across the bare skin of your chest exposed by the dip in the front of your dress.

“Aren’t you cold?” you asked, bouncing your weight from foot to foot as you began to wish you’d worn thicker stockings.

“I’ve been colder,” he responded matter-of-factly, an assessing look in his eyes as he gazed up at you, running a hand over the stubble on his chin.

Before you could think better of it, you shot a look over your shoulder at the dark windows in the kitchen before climbing right into Santiago’s lap, leaving your legs to hang off of the sides of the chair as you straddled him.

“Does this help?” you asked, voice far more even than it should have been, given the way your heart was rapidly beating in your chest.

Santi’s breath hitched in his throat as he tentatively brought his hands up to rest at your waist.

“Dios mío,” he muttered under his breath. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

He was right. You shouldn’t. You were so fucking stu—

But as you went to stand back up, Santi’s fingers dug firmly into your hips. “I said we shouldn’t. Not that I don’t want to.”

Oh.

Something heady fluttered in your chest.

“Kiss me then,” you breathed out.

And Santiago didn’t hesitate to cup the back of your head, closing the distance between your mouths as he crashed his lips into yours.

While your first kiss was lost in a haze of desperation, there was a heated, focused purpose now in the way Santi’s mouth melted against yours, one that left you dizzy as he tugged your bottom lip into his mouth.

When he licked his way across the seam of your mouth, you parted your lips, and you couldn’t help but arch your entire body into his at the possessive way his tongue claimed yours. Even with the chill, heat radiated off of his body and seeped into yours as you rolled your hips against him, and Santi moaned into the kiss at the feeling of your hot core pressing down on his growing erection.

You rocked into him again, whining at the pleasure that crept up your spine at the pressure of his hard shaft insistently prodding your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Santi’s lips detached from yours, and he grasped your left hand, bringing it up to his face. He stared at you as he pressed pointed kisses to the tips of your fingers and asked, “Are you sure you want this?”

Your heart swooped as he drug his lips down the inside of your fingers, stopping to mouth at the center of your palm. He brushed his tongue across your skin before pressing a searing kiss there, looking up at you once more.

“Yes.”

As soon as the words left your lips, Santi’s hands were pushing up the edges of your dress, but he faltered momentarily as he considered your tights. But before you could get up to take them off, he reached into his pocket, flourishing a pocket knife.

Jesus Christ.

You hadn’t woken up today expecting to find yourself tucked into a dark corner of your dad’s backyard, cunt gushing with arousal at the sight of Santiago fucking Garcia cutting a hole in your tights with a goddamn pocket knife. And yet here you were, whimpering and panting as he hastily shoved the knife back in his pocket and engulfed your lips yet again, kissing you deeply as he hooked a thumb in your underwear and drug a finger through your sopping wet folds.

“So fucking wet,” Santi’s voice was rough as he observed how needy you were for him. He had no idea.

Bucking into the feeling of his fingers dragging through your tight channel as he licked his way inside of your mouth, your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his pants. When you finally pulled his thick cock from the confines of his pants, wrapping your hands around it, Santiago moaned huskily into the kiss.

As you began to pump his shaft, Santi pulled away for a moment. “I don’t have a—“

After briefly assuring him that you had an IUD and confirming both of you were clean, you swore you felt Santi’s length stiffen even further in the grip of your fingers as you whined, “Wanna feel you inside of me, Santiago. Please.”

Santi curled the two fingers currently buried in your cunt, and you gasped, squirming in his lap.

“Cariño, you’re so fucking tight. Don’t know if my fat cock is going to fit in your pretty little pussy,” he leaned in to whisper into your ear.

Heat coiled in your gut as his thumb pressed against your throbbing clit. “Fucking stuff it in there, Santi. Fill me up, please. I don’t care. Make it fit. I need you so bad,” you whimpered.

Santi reached between you to take his shaft in one hand, and you lifted yourself so he could line his head up with your slick entrance. At the feeling of his head notched against your fluttering hole, you began to sink down onto him, slowly easing his cock inside of you.

“Just tell me if it hurts,” he said.

“I want it to hurt,” you panted out.

Santi cursed, burying his head in the crook of your shoulder, mouthing at your neck as you both moaned in unison. Your legs trembled as his wide girth split you open, sliding through the thick pool of arousal coating your narrow channel.

“You feel so fucking good, baby. Taking me so fuckin’ good.” Santi groaned, chest heaving as he bottomed out inside of you.

You slowly began to rock your hips, skin prickling at the delicious drag of his length through your sensitive inner walls, your cunt greedily clamping down on the thick intrusion.

“Wanted you for so long, Santi,” you panted as he left a trail of hot kisses up your neck, dragging his lips across the curve of your jaw before claiming your mouth again.

“Don’t think your boyfriend would like to hear that,” Santi said against your lips, nipping at them.

“Ex-boyfriend,” you clarified, writhing as he brought a hand down to toy with your clit.

“Gonna make you forget all about him when you come all over my cock,” Santi growled.

“I used to think about you when he was fucking me,” you admitted, one hand clutching Santiago’s shoulder and the other threaded into his hair.

“Fuck.” Santi moaned, lavishing your mouth with a hungry, bruising kiss. “Was gonna sneak you out of here and over to my place tonight, but you were probably soaking through your panties all night at dinner, huh? Couldn’t wait, so you needed me to fuck you right here in your dad’s backyard?”

Admittedly, this wasn’t your best choice of venue, and you could only hope that the darkness of the yard would give you time to scramble off of his lap should someone step outside. And yet the thought of getting caught sent a thrill of excitement down your spine.

Santi chuckled, feeling the way you clenched down on him in reaction, and the ache between your thighs continued to build as his shaft massaged your inner walls.

He continued, “I think you love the thought that someone might catch me fucking you out here, that someone might see what a good little dirty fucking girl you are, riding my cock like you were made for it.”

If this was the only chance you ever had to fuck Santiago Garcia, let it be known that the memory of his filthy words alone would be enough to get you off until the end of time.

“Harder, Santi,” you pleaded, eager to feel him lose control, to feel the head of his shaft slamming directly into your cervix.

Santiago obliged, hands grasping your hips in a solid, unrelenting grip as he pounded into you with fervor. You shuddered, muscles tightening as the heat pooling in your abdomen finally spilled over, pleasuring rushing through your body in waves. You quivered in his arms as you rode out your intense climax, cunt gushing on his throbbing cock.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Santi’s voice was hushed as he watched you come down from your orgasm and kissed you softly.

As you moved your lips with his, the kiss quickly grew heated again, and Santi increased the pace of his thrusts, You ground down into him, looking down to marvel at the way his cock disappeared into your body each time he sunk back into you.

You felt as his hips began to stutter, and Santi asked, “Where?”

“Inside. Please. Come inside of me, Santi,” you pleaded.

A strangled sound left Santi’s mouth, and he roughly slammed into you, your drenched cunt squelching wetly around his length. You bounced in his lap while the steady rhythm of his thrusts began to dissipate into a desperate frenzy of movement, until finally plunged deep inside of you to the hilt and sunk his teeth into your collarbone, moaning huskily as he filled you with the thick, hot ropes of cum spurting from his cock.

You remained in his lap while he softened inside of you, cum dribbling from your hole as he cupped your face with both hands and pressed his mouth to yours.

He kissed you languidly for a moment before pulling away. “So…is it terrible that all I can think about is driving you back over there to get your jacket so you can walk back into his house with my cum running down your thighs?”

You shivered at the thought. “In that case, it might be all over my lips, too, if I can do what I was thinking about earlier on the drive over here…”

Santi groaned at the thought of having your lips parted around his cock, taking him deep into your throat while his hands tightly gripped the steering wheel.

He pulled his keys out of his pocket with a flourish and grinned.

Part 2 - illicit affair

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joesanrio · 11 months

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You’re so Needy | R.R

Summary: There is something about Nova being in Roman gear that makes Roman go insane.

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Nova (OC) || Established but secret Relationship

Warnings: Teasing, Joe has an ass obsession, kissing, blowjob, fingering, vag. penetration (xoxo)

Rating: 18+

Word count: long asf

A/N: I was rewatching the Sasha banks and Roman tag team match- now here I am. I’m not good at writing y/n so y’all and Nova gonna have to be locked in- lmao

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I knew it would be a long night starting from when the producers called me into the office to tell me and until the night of. “Joe move..” I huff while hip bumping him out the way.

“Why you so grumpy mamas?” He asked as his arms find there way wrapped around my waist. “I’m stressed.” I complain while struggling to do my hair with a big 6’3 man attached to me. “Why? You know the crowd loves you… you kill it every time.” He smiles before letting my waist free and standing to the side of my make-shift vanity. I nod and take a deep breath before checking my gear one more time.

The seamstress made me a female version of Roman’s gear; fitted vest but with my symbol, all black super mini cargo skirt, black cuffs, and boots. I looked amazing, might make it my regular gear if I wanted to steal Roman’s shine- oh who am I kidding that man is the shine itself. “You should ask to keep that.” Joe smirked beside me, “For what?” I play into his game. “Our private matches, ya know the ones in our room.” He winks at me.

“Boy. Come on let’s go.” I deadpan at him before we laugh and leave the locker room. Walking down to the gorilla was making my nerves heighten, “Dang Nova- you look so good!” I hear Trin from behind me. “Thanks bae.” I blow her a kiss and she catches it.

“What about me?” Joe shouts back disappointed but does a spin to show his gear, “You wear that all the time!” Trinity shouted back as Joe playfully rolls his eyes while I laugh.

We wait in the gorilla for our cue. The closer it gets to time the more I feel my leg shake in the chair I’m sitting in. “Nova get ready.” The staff called for me as I immediately stand up, “Calm down.. you do this all the time.” Joe whispers in my ear before giving me a quick kiss. “Right.” I smile as I go to the spot.

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“Oh come on, it’s your favorite.” I tease charlotte as I use her finisher ‘natural selection’ on her. “1…2…3!” The crowd went wild, “Your new United States Tag team champions, Roman Reigns and Nova!” The announcer yelled as Roman lifted me up by my thighs to hold up our belts. The crowd is giving a standing ovation before Roman sets me down and we make our way back up the ramp. Leaving Charlotte and Rusev.

“Joe…they’re gonna go crazy.” I say as I already feel the #Rova trending on Twitter. He was paying me no attention as he was cracking it up with his cousin Jey while we walked down the hallway. “Uce, y’all might as well come out and confirm it.” Jey shrugged as Joe nodded. “But at the same time it’ll be all about our relationship instead of our talent.” Joe said as he mentioned the downside, and the major reason why we haven’t said anything.

“I feel you. Maybe you can talk to the producers and creative team about it.” Jey mentioned as Joe nodded and I hummed. “Alright gotta go before Jimmy start having people look for me.” Jey said before hugging us bye.

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“I can’t wait to head to bed..” I say happily as we enter the locker room. “To sleep or something else?” Joe asked with his eyebrow raised, I turn around with an unamused expression before busting out in giggles. “Cut it out.” I laugh as I feel Joe staring me down from behind, “Has that always been there? Ya know I’m always looking but I think it grew. Maybe while we were in the ring…I don’t recall it being that size.” Joe rambles about my ass.

“Go shower!” I laugh as I push him towards the shower room. “Let me feel it to make sure i’m not hallucinating.” He laughs before quickly turning around and wrapping his big arms around me. “Joe move and go shower.” I weakly push the man away as he’s feeling around on my ass. “I’m not hallucinating.” He winks before finally letting me go and showering, “You’re so unfunny.” I say as I try to put a serious expression on my face. “But I had you cackling like a witch!” He chuckles mockingly at me.

I giggle and roll my eyes before getting my change of clothes ready for my shower.

We finished showering and Joe already placed a pick up order for chipotle. “Ah its gonna be so good!” I squeal when he tells me, “Okay I got everything we can go.” I smile as he nods but doesn’t move. He gets up and walks towards me, his eyes darkening as he walks me back into a corner.

“You looked so hot.” Joe said as stood in front of me while my back was against the wall. “I could say the same about you.” I say as I look up at his lustful eyes. I go to leave the confined space before he pulls me back by my waist. “Let’s stay like this for a while.” He hums before planting a tender kisses on my lips. I hum at the taste of his coco butter chapstick, “Omg you taste so good.” I smile into the kiss before his hands start heading down to my ass.

“Joe can we go?” I pout as pull away from the kiss feeling my arousal start to build, he nods as he takes my hand in his. I smile as we walk to the car passing by some friends and doing small talk.

We get in the car and I immediately take off my jacket feeling hot already. “You hot already? All we did is kiss.” He teases as his hand fall onto my thighs. “Oh whatever- come on let’s go!” I softly moan as his hand starts caressing the inside of my thigh. “Okay okay!” He chuckles as he starts the car.

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We enter the room forgetting all about the food and my jacket in the car. Joe quickly guides me to bed by my waist. He has me sit down on the bed as he stands in front of me. “Finally after all day..” he sighs while removing his sweatshirt, I can’t stop gazing up at his abs. My body immediately starts rising in temperature as he slides down his sweatpants, his dick print on full display.

“Oh don’t do that mamas.” He smirks as I bite my lip unknowingly. He lifts my chin up gently before tapping my lips with two of his fingers. I open my glossed lips slowly as Joe shoves his long fingers into my mouth. “I think you can take it.. just open wide.” He smiles as I nod urgently and find my way onto my knees. Joe pulls his boxers down and his hard dick slaps against his stomach after being released.

“It’s so big.” I say mesmerized before taking the large dick into my hands. “I’m a big man.” He shrugs before getting impatient with my slow strokes, “Don’t start the teasing.” He groans while his head falls back when I kiss tip. I hum as I take him into my mouth, tasting the precum that I used to coat his entire dick. He moans as he feels the tip reach the back of my throat, I suck in my cheeks as I slowly pull away causing his to leave my mouth with a pop.

“Shit. You’re so hot.” He says breathlessly while his hand reaches the back of my head to pull me back onto his dick. I slap his dick onto my tongue making Joe’s grip tighten on my hair, I whimper as I suck the tip. “Joe.” I say looking up at him innocently, “Fuck! Sorry mamas.” He huffs before moving his hips. Now with both hands on the back of my head, he starts pulling my head further down his cock until it hits the back of my throat. “Just like that… you like it? Oh I know you like it.” He groans as his hips starts moving faster. I moan in response bringing Joe to his breaking point, I can feel the cum slipping down my throat as he holds my head down.

His hands release their grip from the back of my head gently, “Damn. Get your ass on the bed.” He breathes harshly before tapping my hip once I stand. I pull of my top while watching Joe lick his lips at the sight. I smile seductively as Joe steps closer, “Lay down.” He orders. “So bossy.” I giggle as he pulls down my bottoms, I lay back onto the pillows behind me.

“You’re so soft.” He says as he kisses up one of my legs, I hum as he positions himself in front of my core. His kisses felt hot along the inside of my thighs, “ You smell amazing.” He smiles against my skin. I feel my face get hot as I feel a sudden kiss on my clit, before he licks i between my folds. I felt a slight whimper leave my mouth as he does constant licks up and down my folds. “Joe..” I moan as he hums on my core causing my hands to immediately reach for his head. I feel a small suck on my clit before one of his fingers slide their way inside.

“Damn, don’t think you’ll be able to take me.” He smirks before his tongue leaves my folds, I whine at the lost contact before his other hand rubs on my clit gently. I could feel pleasure building up as my back arched off the bed, “I- mmm Joseph please!” I moan loudly as I came onto his fingers. He removed his finger gently before sucking them off, he moaned at the taste before connecting his lips to mine. “You taste yourself, isn’t it good?” He mumbled into my plump lips. I nod eagerly as he grinds himself into me.

“Put it in.” I groan impatiently, “Fuck, turn around for me then.” He taps my hip while our lips disconnect. I get on my hands and knees in front of before wiggling my ass in his face as he seemed distracted. “I’m just admiring you impatient brat.” He chuckles before slapping my ass, I moan as my body moves back towards him. He rubs the tip in between my folds before entering slowly. His deep breathing behind me fills the room until I feel him all the way in my stomach. “So deep..” I moan quietly as he begins to move in and out.

His hands guide my waste back to meet his thrust, my arms already feeling weak by the pleasure that’s happening. “Oh your pussy is so good.” He moans as pushes my back further down into an arch, his dick grazing my walls and penetrating deeper than before. “Joe- oh!” I felt my walls tighten around him, his thrust getting faster and harder. “Fuck! Baby damn…almost made me cum.” He says breathlessly pumping into me.

I lay into the pillows to mask my screams before he pulls me up by my hair, “It’s good? You want cum on my dick? Oh I know you do.” He groans in my ear with his hand on my throat. I whine and nod frantically as he hits the spot perfectly. “Cum on me.” He says as his voice vibrates in my ear causing my walls to tighten around his big dick. “I- I’m cumming!” I yelp as he holds me down onto him while my head falls back on his shoulder. His thrust getting faster as his warm seed coats my walls.

He kisses my neck softly before pulling out slowly making sure nothing drips out. “I love you.” I smile feeling like I was going to pass out at any given moment. He laughs as he lays me down gently before heading to the bathroom, “I love you too.” He whispers as he comes back with a clean wash cloth to wipe me off with.

“Here put this on.” He hands me one of his t-shirts. I put it on quickly before laying back down but on my side of the bed this time. “Come on.. you gotta be tired.” I whisper as he gets in bed and falls into my arms. “Yeah, that was the most intense work out I’ve ev-“ he starts before I cut him off, “Enough! You’re so annoying” I giggle before he places a kiss on my forehead. “But it wasn’t annoying when I had you mo-“, “Joseph!” I laugh as he chuckles and wraps his arms around my waist. I kiss his lips one more time before we fell asleep.

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hrryshoney · 4 months

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u mentioned gyno!matty being king of aftercare in one of ur asks yesterday and i screamed bc ive been thinking about this way too much for my own good pleaseeeeeee share gyno!matty aftercare thoughts bc like Yes hes filthy and we love him for it but he’s so enamored and lovestruck by his princess he can’t help but be all sweet and tender and melty on u especiallyyy after ur first time

xoxo head kiss anon

yess he is!

like mhm he is a very Nasty man but he is so lovesick for u lol. always pampering u w a snack and drink afterwards, cleaning u up with a damp towel, running a hot bath for the both of u. especially after ur first time omg!

given that in my head the first time is set in his office (spoilers), i think he takes u home w him in his car after. he cleans u up the best he can there, but he’s full on doting on u when u guys get to his house. i mean he is putting the tv on immediately and handing u the remote like “Put on whatever you want,” getting u water and coming back to sit w u and kissing ur forehead, hugging u tight like, “Okay, baby?” playing w ur hair and holding ur hands. he’s such a sweetie! also if he had u crying during sex lol get ready he ain’t leaving ur side.

“Wasn’t too rough, right? Don’t ever wanna hurt my princess.” wiping ur face gently and he’s putting his arm around u, and ur like “no lol i told u i liked it.” but he doesn’t care he just wants to make sure ur alright now!! he’s giving u massages too lmao bye rubbing ur back and neck, putting those hands to work ofc. he’s telling u how “You’re my best girl, always so good for me. You’re so lovely,” and he cannot stop kissing u he is just obsessed w his Baby❤️

#gyno!au #head kiss anon #fluffy for a change!!!

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pappydaddy · 10 months

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sweet nothing (j.m.)

tv show/movie: outer banks | pairing: jj maybank x fem!kook!reader

requested by a lovely anon as part of my 800 follower celebration

synopsis: jj comforts y/n after another draining day in outer banks

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When Y/N and JJ first started to go out, many people had opinions on their relationship. A kook and a pogue? Of course people had things to say. All bad coming from the kook side (naturally). Her parents had never let her go more than a day without letting her know how much of a disappointment her choice for a partner was. Claiming that she was just throwing her life away, that she should be dating someone better. Saying that JJ was just holding her back.

Her “friends” (former) always told her that he wasn’t enough. He wasn’t romantic enough because he wasn’t showering her with thousand dollar gifts every day. They would trick her into hanging out with them only to smother her in “eligible bachelors” - their words. People she rarely talked to even had an opinion. Anytime she attended (forcefully) a kook party JJ was surprisingly banned from, she was swarmed by guys who paid her no mind in high school, all trying to swindle her away from JJ.

She never budged. Not an inch. Putting up an ironclad facade, she ignored them. When she told everyone that her and JJ were moving to the mainland, getting an apartment in the city so they could both go to school, the opinions got louder and nastier. Now, criticizing JJ’s appearance, her ambitions, her talent, JJ’s ambitions, and JJ’s motives. Her parents cut her off, kicking her out in hopes she would choose them over her. Tossing her out with the possessions she wished to take, they threw insults at her, aimed right at her heart, she moved in with JJ and John B until they moved.

While her love and devotion never once was shaken by the ridicule, her heart and feelings were. Their fighting words and insults were like a tiny, sharp shard of glass cutting through her confidence and her feelings - piercing her heart. Especially when they came from her family or old friends. Shunned from the life she always had, losing everyone simply because of the person you love. It hurt. They wanted her to stay the same, but to accept them as they change.

Everytime she was out in town, the snide remarks shot at her in passing under people’s breaths crawled under her skin, imprinting themselves into her brain. “It’s gonna end and you’re gonna come crying.” “Idiot, throwing her life away for a no-good pogue.” “She’s kissing her life good-bye.” “Dirty Pogue Slut.” “Trailer trash.” The whispered statements swirled around in her head. She didn’t care that they didn’t approve of them. She could give a damn what they thought of them. But those words being spoken by people you had trusted your whole life stung. Knowing that they are saying worse about JJ and herself behind closed doors irked her.

Opening the door to the Chateau, the voices lowered in her head, the sound of JJ’s humming muting them enough. She looked up, seeing him in the kitchen rummaging through John B’s food. “Hey, Bubs! You got an early start today.” He smiled, eyes lighting up when he saw her. His torso was naked, his boxers hanging low, and his hair messed from the pillow he slept on. He crossed the space between them easily and quickly, his lips falling upon hers sweetly.

“I ran some errands, getting some things for the move.” She told him, her voice weak, surprising her. She didn’t think the insults today hurt her that much, but apparently they did. JJ pulled away from her, a frown on his face and concern filling his eyes.

“They were giving you a hard time again, weren’t they?” He asked. She sniffled, nodding as he gently took the bags she was carrying from her hands. Paper bags filled to the brim with toiletries, cleaning supplies, and things to help them when they first move into their apartment, more bags piled in her car parked outside.

He wrapped his arms around her as he guided her towards the couch. “I try to look unaffected, but JJ,” She paused, tears welling in her eyes. “I’m just too soft. I’m not ironclad, the shit they say hurts.” She whimpered, burrowing her face into his chest, tears leaking out.

His arms tightened around her, holding her closer to him as he rocked them gently. “I know, Bubs, I know,” He shushed her, hand rubbing up and down her back. “They are upset because they all wanted something from you that they aren’t getting anymore,” The vibrations of his words rattled in his chest, soothing her. “Just think, in a few days we will be packing up your car and the twinkie, hooking up my bike, and leaving this place behind to where their words can’t reach us.”

“What about when we come back to visit?” She sniffled.

“They will find something else to bitch about by then. And even if they are still up to things, I will protect you from them.” He told her. The tears had slowed as she let his comfort surround her. While everyone else wanted something from her. Wanted her to carry on the family fortune. Wanted to get expensive gifts for their birthdays. Wanted her unconditional support but not offering any in return. JJ didn’t want anything from her. He just wanted her. Sweet, sweet nothing.

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reidsmiind · 8 months

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𝖬𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

genre: honestly i don’t know, it’s kinda sad, cute etc.

warnings: prison visit

summary: Spencer just have been sent to prison for things he didn’t commit, this is the first time you go visit him and you’ve written a poem for him.

notes: English is not my first language so i apologize if i made some mistakes with the words :p

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Today was the day, you were finally going to Spencer in prison. After working with the team to try not to send him there, it failed. He was going to have to stay there for 3 months before the trial, and that without protective custody.

You were very worried for him.

You had take your morning to visit him. You enter the building, signed your name in the visitor’s book, and went to the visit room.

When you entered the room you sat and waited two minutes, that looked like eternity. After two minutes you saw the door opened, a guardian enter the room first following by inmates.

Then you saw him, Spencer. He saw you and hurried to come. You felt your eyes fill up with tears but you tried hard not to cry.

“Y/n!”

He hurried to hug you but before you two hugged the guardian screamed.

“No physical contact!”

You sat down, and looked at each other smiling.

“Hey.” You said first.

“Hey..” He looked at you with a smile but you could tell it was not a real one.

“How are you doing ? I mean..”

You looked down fiddling your fingers nervously.

“I’m sorry I don’t know what to say Spence.”

“It’s okay y/n, i didn’t know you will come to visit me..”

“Of course Spencer, your my..”

You stopped a moment.

“I would never not come to visit you Spence.”

“I’ve missed you so much y/n.”

“Me too..”

Your eyes were now filled with tears that you couldn’t hold back, you looked at each other with the urge to touch each other. But you couldn’t.

“I promise you Spencer, we’re gonna get you out of here.”

He nodded.

“I.. i brought you something.”

“You did ?”

“Yes.., it’s uhm- a little letter.”

“Y/n you can not give it to me.. the guardian don’t allow it.”

“I know.. but could I read it to you ? I know we don’t have that much time but..”

“Yes please. Read it to me..”

You smiled at him and opened the letter.

“Dear Spence, i couldn’t find the words to say what i wanted to say so i thought that a poem would be better.”

You stopped one second to look at him, he was looking at you trying to hold on his tears.

“I like the way you hold my hand

I like when you kiss my forehead

I like it when you smile

I like your passion

I like your laugh

I like your face looks when you’re concerned or upset

I like how much you care

I like your independence

I like your curiosity

Hell, I like your hair

I’m hard up for reasons

Not to like you

You’re my favorite place to be

There’s no other like you.”

As you said those word you fall in tears, and you were not the only one, Spencer looked at you with a smile and tears.

“I love you so much Spencer, I should have told you earlier, before everything of this happened..”

“Y/n..”

“It’s okay.. if you don’t feel the same way you know ?”

“No, no i do, i totally do..”

You smiled at him you two looked at each other then suddenly the end of visits alarm has sounded.

“END OF VISITS.”

He started to get up of his chair looking at you sadly.

“I’ll see you later Spence, we will take you home I promise.”

“Bye y/n..” He smiled and slowly disappeared in the walls of the prison.

“Bye..” You said to yourself.

Hope you liked this little story <33

Don’t forget to send me request ;) xoxo.

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Not the only Cowboy - Chapter 3

Summary: Jake had never been the type of guy to fall first, maybe you’ll be the one to change that.

A/N~ Sorry this took so long guys, school is kicking my ass right now. I’m a double major so my course load is massive. I hope you enjoy it! xoxo

Jake Sersin x Nurse!reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warning: Drinking, flirting, and kissing Asshole Ex. Let me know if I missed anything!

Likes & comments are welcome!

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“Nat what am I supposed to wear, I haven’t been on a date in years,” you said panicking on the phone.

“I'm still confused about why you asked Bangman on a date,” Nat said giggling. You rolled your eyes and kept rummaging through your closet. “Why don’t you wear that blue sun dress you have and your sandals,” Nat said.

“You’re a Guinness Nat,” you said smiling, grabbing said items, and running into the bathroom to change. “And to answer your question I asked him out because he seems funny and kind”

“Okay well text me if you need me to beat his ass or save you. Love you have fun bye,” she said

Right as you finished you heard a knock at the door.

“Coming” you yelled from the hallway as you returned to your room to get your shoes. Once you open the door you are met with Jake in a white button-down and khakis. “Well don’t you look handsome,” you said.

He smiles and blushes “Thank you, sweets, you look stunning,” he said kissing you on the cheek. “Shall we go?” he asks

You all decided to go to dinner before going to the club. You all decide on burgers, which is your favorite. “So tell me about something random about you,” Jake asks with a smirk.

You think hard about it and respond, “Okay I know this is weird but I have a fear of birds” you say blushing. Jake tries his hardest not to laugh. “Don’t laugh it’s not funny” you say giving him a look that only his mother gave him, which shuts him up real quickly.

“I’m sorry doll, it’s just a little funny. Can you at least tell me why?” he says smiling.

“So when I was younger I went to a petting zoo and they had a field and coop where you could pick up the chickens so I went to pick up a chick and it turns out it was actually a baby goose and mamma goose didn’t like that and proceed to chase me till I dropped the chick. Ever since then, I’ve been terrified of all birds,” you say looking down at the table embarrassed. Jake looks up at you and realizes what he did.

“I can understand that, if that happened to me I would be scared too,” he said. “I think my biggest fear would have to be those tiny dogs,” he said with a sincere look on his face. Now it was your turn to laugh except you didn’t keep it in. “Har har har laugh it up but why do you get chased one of those satin spawns doesn't come asking me for help,” he said smiling at you. He could listen to you laugh all day. “Tell me something else about you,” he said

“Oof umm I like history like I’m a huge nerd,” you say blushing

“I like history too but what part of history?” he said raising his eyebrows

“Hmm I’m fascinated by anything from the industrial revolution to the Vietnam war, I know that’s a broad timeline but yeah oooooh I also really like true crime,” you said.

Jake’s eyes lit up “I obviously have a fascination with military history. I am fascinated with world wars and what the repercussions are. I also really like true crime. What is your favorite,” he said, seeming genuinely interested.

“Like my favorite crime or?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. He shook his head, yes, and as you thought about it, your food was brought out “I would have to say like high profile murders or assassinations. I don’t know what it is but I find them so interesting. What about you?”

Jake takes a second to think about it. “I have a weird fascination with cults. I have no idea what it is about them, I think it all stems from the whole Waco texas thing happening when I was growing up,” he said. The conversation carried on until it was time for the bill when you both raced to pay for it. “Y/n please let me pay, it’s just how my mama raised me’ he said pleading with you.

“Jake would you just let me please it’s my treat,” you said with starry eyes. Jake had to fight with all his might not to let you win this. Just add it to the list of things he really likes about you. Once the waiter got to the table he snatches it before you can. You give him a huge pouty face, “Fine you won this time but im buying drinks’ you say smirking. When you walk to the car he races in front of you to open your door. On the ride over to the club you continue your true crime discussion when your favorite song comes on the radio and you start singing and dancing along in your own little world. Jake was mesmerized by you, you made him feel something he didn't think he was capable of.

Once you pulled up to the club you walked straight to the bar and ordered a Long Island iced tea and Jake ordered a beer. Sadly he beat you to paying again much to you dismiss may. “Jake once we finish these we should dance,” you say smiling. Suddenly ‘I like it like that’ by Cardi B came on and it was like a switch flipped in your brain and you pulled Jake onto the dance floor. You put his hands on your waist and started dancing without a care in the world. Jake was a great dance partner. “Have you taken ballroom dancing classes?” you ask smiling because he had such grace when dancing.

“Yeah, I had to take my sisters to Cotillion,” he whispered in your ears before twirling you around.

After a couple of songs, you get water and go to the bathroom. While freshening up in the bathroom you couldn’t fight the blush on your cheeks. You had never had this much chemistry on a first date. Walking out and towards Jake you see a redhead hanging all over him, you quickly get upset and charge at her but before you can say anything he gently pushes her off of him and say “Im on a date ma’am, sorry” walks to the other side of the bar.

You stand there grinning like an idiot, you can’t wait to tell Nat. he is sitting on a stool as you approach him. “There you are sweets, here is your water with lemon,” he said slinging his arm around you waste pulling you to stand in between his legs. “Can’t have the Navy’s best nurse having a hangover” he said hissing your cheek. He pulled back and you gave him a lustful look. Finishing your water you dragged him to the dance floor when ‘Dancing with our hands tied’ By Taylor Swift came on.

“Ahhh I love this song” you shout pulling Jake onto the dance floor. As you guys dance you feel nothing but safe in his arms. You could get used to this. A couple of songs later you guys decided to call it a night.

As the night came to a close, he walks you up to your door you can tell he wants to come in but you’re not ready. “Thank you for this wonderful date. I hope we can have a second one” you say kissing him on the cheek turning around and walking into your house. Jake stood there with the biggest grin contemplating how he could one up this date.

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Monday at work all Jake wanted to do was find a reason to go to your office. He tried complaining of a headache, upset tummy, and a paper cut to which Mav just laughed.

“Hey blondie,” You said walking into the lounge. Jake shot his head up and a smile broke out on his face. “Heard you had a Paper cut that was life-threatening,” you said grinning while the rest of the team giggled. Mav had come into your office begging you to go give Jake attention so he’ll finally do his work. “We can’t have one of our best not feeling well,” you say grabbing your lunch from the fridge.

“I'm feeling so much better now that you’re here,” he said, smirking as you sit next to him at the table. Everyone continued their conversations, while Jake just kept smiling at you.

“So what's on the agenda for today?” you say. Maverick answers your question and starts to go into detail, Jake looks over at you and can tell that you are lost. He leans over and starts translating pilot language into understandable terms. “So after all that are we getting drinks?” you ask and are met with a hardy yes from everyone looking at a Maverick who planned a hard day. You chuckle and finish your lunch. When your pager goes off saying you have a patient, get up to return to your office, Jake springs up and offers to walk you. On your way there you strike up a conversation about how you want to get a cat.

“I just don’t get how you want to get a cat when a dog is a great option,” he said in a serious tone. You just looked at him and giggled.

“Well I’m not at home enough for a dog plus cats are just as fun,” you say looking at him for a second before walking into the clinic and stopping at the counter to be given the patient’s file.

“Okay we’ll agree to disagree, but before you go to work I want to know if you go on a date this Wednesday?” he asks with a shy smile. You kiss his cheek.

“I would love that,” you say before walking into the examination room. Looking down at the chart you walk into the room. You look, your stomach drops and tears start to well in your eyes, you thought you’d escaped him.

“Hey Baby,” he says with his classic smirk

“What are you doing here Blake,” you ask slowly, stepping back and trying to grab the door handle.

“I came to get my fiancé”

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whorekneecentral · 1 year

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i am hereby sending in a virgil van dijk request....

reader being a little brat: she insists on coming to fb practice with him which obviously takes hours and all she does is tease him from where she's sitting (on the bleachers of whatever idk). and obviously that shit kinda pisses him off ya know so when the two of them get home he like throws her over his shoulder (my man is hUGE OKAY and i live for a size kink hehe) and shows her her place 😫😫

feel like that's a very detailed request so sorry if it's too much. im sure whatever u write will be wonderful as always xoxo

- ney anon

I'm kissing you rn -- also even better if you're flirting (jokingly of course) with one of his teammates

"Oh come on," you grabbed your husband's hand, pulling his attention from his phone to you. "Let me come with you," you stood in front of him while he sat on the couch. "I promise I'll be good."

Virgil laughs, giving you a tug and pulling you closer to him. He lets go of your hand, his hand coming up to pinch your chin softly. "You've never good."

You fake a gasp, hand on your chest. "Soooo not true, your standards are just too high."

"Yeah okay," he smiles, "go on then, I'm leaving 10 and I'm not waiting."

You bite the inside of your cheek, knowing you've won for now. You give him a kiss on the cheek before heading to the bedroom to get dressed. Virgil had his work cut out for him; you never joined him unless you were up to something.

He shouts for you from the bottom of the staircase, telling you he was leaving and you come down a moment later, your little black leggings and his shirt hanging off your shoulders. The two head out for the day and the moment you arrive, you're welcomed by the guys and they all want to show you around because Virgil never brings you around unless they're having a home game.

Virgil, of course, lets you go off with whoever you pleased, telling you he'll see you during practice. You and Ox end up walking around for a bit, he made you laugh so hard your stomach was hurting.

Eventually, he had to join the guys for practice and you sat on the bleachers, watching as they ran through the first couple of drills. Virgil smiles at you when he sees you and you blow him a kiss.

You were there for a while, your attention on your phone before you feel someone nudge your knee. You look up and see Trent sitting in front of you, turned to face you.

"Hey," you smile. "Boring isn't it?" He asks and you shrug, "I don't mind it, you guys are good."

"Still boring," he says and makes you laugh. Your smile isn't something your husband missed. His eyes fixed on you and Trent, his teammate's hand touching your leg, friendly of course, you and Trent were nothing more than friends but Virgil didn't see it that way.

"Trent!" He shouts from the field, "we're practicing, not chatting. Sub in for me." He tells him, walking over to you two. Trent gives Virgil a look but gets up nonetheless, he says bye to you and walks off before Virgil gets over there.

Your husband grabs your hand, pulling you up and you follow him down to the tunnel. He picks you up, letting you hang over his shoulders and you were confused.

"Virg! Put me down!" You smack his back but he doesn't, instead he keeps walking until he gets to the locker room which was empty aside from the two of you.

Finally the man puts you down and you look at him. "What the hell was that?"

Virgil holds your jaw between his thumb and index finger, "you're mine."

It clicks why he's dragged you off, "oh." You giggled, "are you jealous?"

"Why would I be jealous?"

"Why would you drag me off?"

He rolls his eyes, pulling you against him. He leans down and kisses you, eventually the two of you shift around until he's sitting down and you're on his lap, straddling him.

"How much time do we have before practice is over?" You ask, kissing down his neck. Virgil pulls you back a bit, "we're not fucking in the locker room."

You roll your eyes, "you're so boring, maybe I'll ask Trent." You get off his lap and he grabs your hand and pulls you back, "hurry up then.

He's got you on his lap again, your leggings tossed on the floor, his shorts pulled down just enough and your hands on his shoulders, balancing yourself as you sink down onto him.

"God," you sigh, your forehead resting on his shoulder.

"Not exactly." He smiles, pulling you up for a kiss.

#virgil van dijk #virgil van dijk smut #ney anon :)

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