#love the almost orange tone of her hair

[sytoran]

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐓.𝟐

following your erotically fantastical encounter with the mother of the kids you babysit, the aftermath is more of a rollercoaster than you could have ever precedented.

🌸 pairing: milf!pregnant!wanda x dom!babysitter!reader

🌸 cont: smut (18+), mommy kink (wanda), lactation kink, body worship, praise kink, power bottom sex-deprived milf 🤝beefy college service top footballer

🌸 word count: 2042

🌸 note: THIS IS SO LONG-AWAITED im sorry..... also i know im supposed to be writing for kinktober but milf!pregnant!wanda was invading every corner of my mind so here ya go. not proof-read!

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“Come on, Y/N, you’re not going to the party tonight?” Natasha grumbles, grabbing the sleeve of your bomber jacket as you try your darndest to escape your friends.

It was the fated next day following your erotically fantastical encounter with Wanda, and you had just completed your classes. As you strolled out of campus grounds, the sun was already setting. It painted a picturesque view of the orange horizon, but truthfully, you only cared about getting back to Wanda for that promised ‘tomorrow’. 

“I told you no, Nat,” you reply with a playful sternness that the others laugh at. It was no secret that Natasha had a crush on you, ever since you first sat next to her in the lecture hall and got a little flirty and perhaps a little too handsy. 

It was also no secret that for every lecture after that, you would sit next to a different girl and activities of the same sort would ensue. Most of the time, those encounters would end up with a pretty girl trapped between the wall of a cramped supply closet and you.

“They’ve probably got a secret girlfriend,” Tony adds unhelpfully, with that classic smirk you want to punch off his face sometimes. 

“Really?” Steve asks genuinely, ever the innocently clueless one. “Is she younger than us?”

“Oh, definitely,” Sam chimes in. “Have you seen the freshmen ‘round our beloved Y/N?”

“Feral,” Carol states in resolution. “They crowd at the field to watch Y/N during football practice.”

“And of course, Y/N doesn’t bother to hide the way she leads them all on!” Natasha adds in partial indignation, nudging you suggestively. “That’s totally your type, hm? Younger, pretty girls who chase after you with a puppy love? Is that why my forward advances have always ended in flames?”

You grin half-heartedly, awkward in the spotlight of your love life. For one, your friends couldn’t be more wrong about this ‘secret girlfriend’ you had. Younger, innocent girls? More like smoking hot single moms in their late thirties.

It was strange, even, how you would normally take these girls’ teasing in your stride, almost basking in the glory of being the most sought-after student on campus. 

But with the looming thought of Wanda intercepting every brain wave of yours, months of pining surmounting to a heated make-out session with the hope for something more, all else was forsaken. 

You try not to think about the implications of that too hard.

As your friends continue to bicker about the prospect of your secret girlfriend, you seize the well-earned distraction and weasel your way out.

Sooner than you’d care to admit, you’re standing outside Wanda’s home, skateboard in hand. You’re buzzing in anticipation with your flushed face and windswept hair.

Before you can doubt yourself and backtrack, you knock on the door sharply, twice. You can’t help but smirk at the muffled shriek that follows, then a muted shuffle, then silence. Your heart hammers in your ribcage. You really were about to do this.

“Come in, sweetheart,” the mother calls out with a sugary tone that feeds your ever-increasing libido.

You open the unlocked door, mentally preparing yourself to face Wanda once more. 

But then you actually lay your eyes upon her ethereal figure, and your athlete-hardened knees nearly buckle.

Fuck.

Sprawled out on the sofa like something out of a classic Renaissance painting is Wanda, clad in nothing but a lacy set of dark red lingerie, the most sultry look on her face that draws all the air out of your lungs.

You’d never seen a more attractive woman, pregnant or not.

The way the lacy bra hugs her swollen breasts tighter, pushing the cleavage to be even more visible, the way her thick thighs are spread to reveal those beautiful stretch marks.

“Fuck,” you say, a lot higher pitched than you would care to admit. It seems to be the only word currently circulating in your mind, your studied vocabulary flying out of the window at the sight of Wanda presenting herself for you like a well-earned present.

“See something you like?” Wanda dares to tease, left hand trailing along the lace of her bra, dipping into the ample cleavage that leaves you salivating. 

It takes approximately three seconds for you to kick the door shut, yank off your jacket and nearly dislocate your shoulder, then press against Wanda like it was always meant to be.

The kiss you pull her into is the opposite of gentle, your head slanting to deepen the kiss immediately, tongues meeting like planets bound to collide, bound to cross paths and cause an eclipse.

Wanda moans into the kiss, and you can barely hide your pleasure at that noise. You wanted to hear it a thousand times over, the breathless cry of your name, the begging tone of the older woman.

It was so wrong, but nothing had felt more right.

Wanda’s relinquishment of power doesn’t last too long, though, because before you can impatiently rip off the fabric of her lingerie, she threads her fingers into your hair and forcefully tugs you closer to her chest.

“My house, my rules,” Wanda states, and you’d be lying if you didn’t feel a rush of arousal coursing through your veins at Wanda’s motherly sense of control.

“Yes, ma’am,” you mutter, half-jokingly, but when your peripheral view catches Wanda visibly aroused by that, you know it isn’t going to be the last time you address her as that.

Your hand slides under Wanda’s body to unclasp the bra, letting out an affected noise at the sight of her full tits on display.

“Shit,” you grunt, pausing for a moment to admire the view.

Throughout the months of babysitting Billy and Tommy, you had only ever discreetly checked out Wanda’s cleavage, or perhaps stare a little too hard when she wore scanty dresses that showed off her side boobs.

Now, with those perfect, swollen mounds right before your face, you give into your urges to bury your face between them. You groan at the sensation of Wanda’s milk leaking out of her hardened nipples, your mouth moving to suckle at her breasts.

“Shit, baby,” Wanda cries, throwing her head back as you drink right out of her breasts, lapping fervently. It wasn’t entirely sexual per se, but the sheer relief of lightening that weight load in her breasts was a pleasure in itself.

You get slightly drunk off the feeling of Wanda’s breasts in your mouth, and it takes Wanda a surprising amount of strength to get your head away from her chest eventually.

“You’re a bit too obsessed with my tits,” Wanda teases, swiping her milk off your lips with her thumb, tilting your head down to lock eyes with her. The tension between the two of you is palpable, thick in the air, and you long to drown in that desire.

You only smirk back, hands resting on the hem of her thong. “May I undress you now, ma’am?” you emphasise, tilting your head to the side in faux innocence.

“So polite,” Wanda retorts right back, fingertips tracing the curve of your jawline as a smile plays on her lips. “How could I say no to such a gentleman?”

That’s all the confirmation you need before you snap the elastic of Wanda’s red thong, stuffing the flimsy material into the pocket of your pants. What you’d do with it later was for another day.

You kiss down Wanda’s breasts to her swollen belly, firm but gentle, then you flatten out your tongue when it reaches her wet heat.

“I couldn’t pay attention,” you growl, licking a long stripe up Wanda’s pussy. “In any of my fucking classes today,” you continue, tongue flicking at her puffy clit. “‘Cause I was thinking ‘bout all the ways I could fuck that pretty cunt.” 

The filthy moan that leaves Wanda’s lips at your words rings around the confines of the four walls. 

It had been so long since Wanda experienced such mindblowing sex; She had been sexually repressed because of Vision’s busy schedule, and it was torture because pregnancy pretty much solidified her daily sexual arousal. 

But what with her split from him meaning no more mediocre sex, and the prospect of a hot babysitter entering her life, Wanda’s pregnancy hormones had skyrocketed to an all-time high.

Long gone were the nights she held a vibrator against her clit under the sheets, eyes screwed shut as thoughts of you swam in her head. Long gone were the times she helplessly fingered herself in the shower, wishing her fingers belonged to you instead. 

Now, your head was buried between her thighs, your mouth like the devil on her cunt, fast-paced and unforgiving and everything Wanda had always longed for.

“You’re perfect,” you grunt into the older woman’s wet heat, the vibrations of your rough tone sending jolts of arousal up Wanda’s body. “You’re so fucking perfect, Wanda.”

“D-Don’t say that,” she answers breathlessly, fingernails digging into your scalp. “You’ve slept with plenty of other younger, prettier girls than me.” 

The insecurity Wanda felt about her body had mainly stemmed from Vision, who was always going on about how she had become less attractive after pregnancy, with the stretch marks and the added fat and other blemishes on her skin.

“I don’t know about that,” you say, relentless in your worshipping of Wanda’s body. The way you were treating her like a temple was overriding the false beliefs Vision had planted into her head. “‘Cause now when I think about those other girls in bed they all end up looking like you.”

At that, Wanda feels tears prick in the back of her eyes, her gaze blurring as she stares at you. ‘

You, who had entered her life like a ray of hope, brightening up her every day with a blindingly charming smile and a selfless heart. You, who had treated her with more care and respect than any man she had ever been with before. You, who tied up all her loose ends and sewed it up to form the shape of a pretty little heart.

“I love you,” Wanda whispers, the words spilling from the tip of her tongue before she can control it. Her breath constricts afterwards when your mouth finally stops to register her words. 

“I don’t know why it’s taken me so long to realize it,” Wanda continues, breathless, pushing aside your hair to properly look at you in the eyes. “But I do love you, Y/N L/N.”

Wanda feels something wet on her inner thigh, something that’s not her own slick. It takes a moment for her to realize that it’s your tears.

“I’ve loved you since I first laid my eyes on you,” you confess, eyes shining. “I think I was just scared to believe it until today, too.”

Heartstrings get tugged like a harp, crescendoing into a beautiful symphony that was finally requited love, finally coming to a high, finally reaching its summit.

The lust that encaptures the two of you dissipates into a warm glow of love, the tension easing into trials of romance. 

When you dive back in between Wanda’s thighs, you’re determined and emotional and ultimately choked with new possibilities.

You could already imagine cooking dinners together with Wanda, reading the kids bedtime stories, chastising them to go and brush their teeth, stealing kisses when they fell asleep.

You could already map out a navigation of your future years, down millions of paths and possibilites that all brought you to Wanda Maximoff. She was your life, your truth, your unbreakable vow.

With that, her first orgasm comes in a tidal wave, like rushing water breaking free from a dam. 

Wanda sobs, riding your face as she comes harder than she’s ever had in her life, squirting all over your face and the sofa, all else forgotten.

Your expert tongue and naturally-skilled fingers bring her to another plane of existence, where she was floating above the universe, where your name was chanted like a mantra.

The world around you faded as Wanda’s thighs wrapped around your head, as you dived down once more to worship, as you dived down once more to chase the love of your life.

This was the only happy ever after you needed.

hope yall liked it 😋 reblogs are much appreciated!!

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[princessbrunette]

Omg can u write a little blurb about the rafe saying something heartfelt to reader and she like puts his hand on her chest for him to be able to feel her heartbeat and he is just like 😍😍😍😍

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rafe wasn’t used to being soft. not with anyone, until you. he didn’t smile at babies in public, didn’t chuckle adoringly when dogs would run up to him and sniff his leg, his cherub faced younger sisters even received the brute of his sarcasm instead of his older-brotherly love. why would he be soft? he always thought — he didn’t get that same grace from anyone, people had been tough on him since birth, so why should he act that way?

he wouldn’t say he was soft now, but he had his moments — like where he currently stood, directly infront of you on the balcony of tannyhill in the sunset, telling you words he didn’t think he’d ever say. “nah, i’m like… really, really in love with you. like, if you ever left — man, i-i don’t know what i’d do. i need you.” he’s sincere, large warm hands bracketing your smiling cheeks as you stare up at him. the romantic setting is only making things worse for him, the billowing curtains and the warm orange lighting making you glow differently. your eyes get all teary eyed and he almost draws the line, nearly wants to back away and tell you to quit with the sappy shit and act like it never happened.

you say nothing, smaller hand sliding over his own before tugging it downward until his palm rested over your chest. you press his hand down, keeping it resting over his as he blinks in confusion.

“can you feel that?” you smile, all quiet and excited the same way pregnant ladies do when they ask if you wanna feel the baby kick. he tunes into the feeling in his hand, becoming aware of the way your heart is hammering in your chest — so hard and fast he think it might burst out.

“shit, s’beating real fast.” he blows out a chuckle for relief and you giggle, more beautiful each time your smile widens and it knocks the air out of his lungs.

“yeah. that’s… how i feel. ‘cos i really love you too.” you’re all doe eyed in your confession, staring through fanned out eye lashes and glassy scleras. now he feels like he wants to cry, and he’s really gotta man up. he gently tugs his hand away, pushing them through his hair as he lets out a little laugh.

“aha, aw.” he sniffs, and it’s clear he’s trying to pull himself together.

“no kiss?” you tease, trying to ease the moment for your boyfriend who clearly struggled with the harder emotions.

“duh, got plenty of those.” he returns your jokey tone, relieved by the switch of atmosphere. he tugs you against him with an arm around your waist, pinching your chin with the other hand to kiss you, with lots of tongue and lots of love.

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#anon #rafe cameron prompt #for the soft!rafe lovers

[vivwritescrappythings]

Unfair

no outbreak!joel miller x fem!reader

an au about Joel attending a wedding simply inspired by Pedro's slutty little fit at the SAG awards.

part 2

tw: age gap (late 20s/late 40s), fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, alcohol, she/her pronouns, reader has hair long enough to twist around her finger, Joel is probably poorly written in this, and this whole thing is a little poorly written.

word count: 7.2k

MDNI

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Your mom was smiling as you zipped her into her gown, the chiffon and lace dress gorgeous on her as you fastened the eyelet closed at the top of the bodice. You could feel the lens of the photographer’s camera trained on you both, the woman having been with you the entire morning to document the process of the bridal party getting ready. 

The photographer was fluttering around the room, taking candid photos of you all making small talk and toasting mimosas. The posed photos had been earlier that morning, you all wearing your matching silk robes with your names screen-printed on the back. You didn’t know how much had been spent on the whole production–but it certainly wasn’t cheap. But, to see your mom glowing and her wide smile all morning, every penny must have been more than worth it.

Before you realized, you all wore dresses and bouquets of white flowers with magnificent greenery were being thrust in your hands. The wedding planner was ushering everyone out onto the stone walkway to the barn, women finally meeting men just outside the farmhouse turned wedding venue. The best man looked vaguely familiar to you as you placed your hand in the crook of his elbow to walk down the aisle, he must have been Shawn's eldest brother.

The officiant droned: he just repeated the same platitudes of what it means to love one another and be good spouses. You tried to stay focused, your eyes inevitably wandering. The ceremony space was picturesque: southern live oaks casting shadows in the late autumn sun as they married in front of the barn. It really couldn’t get more Texas than that, especially when you counted the number of cowboy hats in the crowd. 

You could feel someone staring at you for the better part of the ceremony, making you glance out of the corner of your eye as you tried to find the source. Every fiber of you wanted to turn and look in earnest, but you knew that you’d ruin the photos as soon as your body twisted and your happy, grinning face wasn’t facing the bride and groom on the best day of their lives. 

Your grip tightened around the bouquet in your hands as your skin crawled, your focus so jarred that you almost missed your cue to walk out. The cheers and clapping woke you from your reverie before the best man had to. Grasping him by the elbow, you walked back up the aisle between the celebrating wedding guests, the feeling of being watched now fading to the background.

—

When you finally made it to the renovated barn, you were starving and in desperate need of a drink. The photos had run long, the photographers getting you all in a variety of line ups and poses. It was almost time for the plated dinner to begin, guests settling at assigned tables after a cocktail hour and the live band playing quiet music in the corner of the half-inside half-outside space that would eventually serve as the dance floor.

The orange lighting from string lights along the ceiling was soft, mismatched Edison bulbs hanging along zigzagged wires from wooden rafters. It painted the guests and decor in gold tones, making everything look sepia like an old photo.

With your double shot vodka tonic in hand, you found your name written in gold calligraphy on the seating chart. Your mom and her new husband were sitting together at a small table at the front of the room, a faux-neon sign behind them that displayed his last name. Well, their last name now. 

You were at one of the front tables, the ivory table cloth nearly brushing the shiny wooden floor as you plucked your name card off your plate and sat down. There were only a few people you knew at the wedding, neighbors from the neighborhood you grew up in and a handful of your mother’s coworkers. But, they were seated elsewhere. 

Some of the seats on the opposite side of the sprawling white and green centerpiece were occupied with strangers in flamboyant cowboy hats and boots, an obvious sign they were from out of town. You smiled politely as you sat down, taking a long sip of your drink as you checked your phone for the moment of downtime. 

“This seat taken?” A deep, twangy voice made your gaze cut away from the screen and up to the right. You were immediately dumbstruck by how handsome the man was, his umber colored eyes reminding you of the sunlight hitting the tree trunks during the ceremony. A few of his dark brown curls were falling on his tanned forehead, the rest of his hair loosely pushed back. 

You floundered for a moment, lips parting and no words coming out of your mouth. Finally you caught up, blinking a few times. The place card in front of the ornate gold and white place setting next to yours was your saving grace. “Well, uh, if you’re Joel M., the seat is all yours,” you said, looking back up at him.

God, you hoped he was Joel.

He smiled, the lines on his face becoming a bit more defined as he extended a hand toward you. “Joel Miller, nice to meet you…” he trailed off, waiting for your assistance. 

You slipped your hand into his, his calloused palm engulfing yours as he shook it politely. You introduced yourself, neck craned back so you could look him in the eye. He released your hand and sat down, setting the glass he was holding next to yours on the table cloth. 

“So how do you know the couple?” Joel asked you, his gaze dragging over you. You tried not to squirm under the weight of it, your face feeling hot as you set your phone face-down on the table. The way he looked at you made you feel like a bug caught under a microscope.

“The bride is my mom,” you said, fiddling with the elegantly folded cloth napkins for a moment. You glanced at her briefly, watching her giggle at something Shawn had said. 

Joel nodded, a huff of a laugh following. “No shit, so you’re the stepdaughter?” he asked, an eyebrow raised as a smirk lifted the corner of his lip. One of your eyebrows lifted of its own volition, his reaction catching you off guard.

“Do I have a reputation?” A sip of your drink helped wet your dry tongue, your eyes trained on him over the rim of your glass. There was a spike of anxiety in your chest, the temporary fear that he’d heard something bad about you filling your mind. You held your glass in your hand as you crossed your legs at the ankle, waiting for his response.

Joel paused to take a drink, a hand scrubbing over his beard as he looked back at you. He shook his head, waving a hand in a way that was meant to be placating. “Shawn told me about you, said you just moved back to town a few months ago.” 

“Um, yeah, actually. Moved back from Denver,” you said, bashful that the subject of you even came up. You hadn’t realized that you were important enough in Shawn’s life to mention, especially to his friends. Of course, there wasn’t animosity between the two of you, just what you assumed was limited interest. Most men didn't bother to learn too much about their adult stepchildren.

You were both leaning forward as you spoke, the music and chatter of the other guests making the barn a little too loud to hear one another clearly at a distance. He was looking down at his drink, giving you an opportunity to study his profile. Joel was easily twenty years your senior, the dark beard on his jawline threaded through with patches of silver hair. 

“So—“ Joel started, getting cut off by the shuffle of the last people to their seats and an arm thrust between the two of you. The waiters serving the plated dinner made you sit upright in your chair, the soft fabric of your dress fluttering as you put some space between Joel and yourself. 

You didn’t realize how hungry you were until you took the first bite of your food, a sigh escaping you as your eyelashes batted against your cheeks. Conversation floated around your head, you caught polite questions about Joel’s construction business and half-assed replies.

For some reason your mother had put you at a table full of Shawn’s friends, maybe in an attempt to help you get to know him better.

“So you’re a contractor?” you asked after your hunger had been satiated. You’d gotten a refill on your drink from one of the waiters, nursing a fresh vodka tonic as you looked at Joel.

He chewed his steak methodically, nodding as he turned slightly to look at you. “Been building houses for years, my brother, Tommy, works with me,” Joel said after he swallowed, taking his cloth napkin off his wide thigh to wipe the corner of his mouth. 

“Do you like it?” you asked after a moment of contemplation, tilting your head to one side as you looked at him.

There was something about him that kept you smiling, your lips curved like a bow as you sipped your drink from the straw. You studied his features while you could, his aquiline nose and his full lower lip intriguing. Way too intriguing for someone who was your stepfather’s friend.

“Pays the bills, keeps the roof over me and Sarah’s heads.” Joel finished his plate, picking up his drink and leaning back in his seat. 

Sarah? Your eyes dropped to his left hand, not seeing a ring on any of the fingers. Not even a tan line. He noticed it, making your face burn as he chuckled. “Sarah? Your…”

“Daughter,” he cut in helpfully. Daughter, he had a daughter. You exhaled, relieved. But, did he have a wife? No ring, never mentioned her. He would’ve brought her up by now. She would've attended the wedding with him. You chewed the inside of your cheek for a moment, taking a breath as you rationalized.  

Your mouth opened to ask another question when glasses were chimed and dinner was cleared away. Champagne flutes were passed around, and to your horror you realized it was time for your toast. You stood in a fluid motion, adjusting your gown and your hair before heading toward the microphone next to the table with the bride and groom.

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You spent the rest of the night getting drunk. Champagne became cocktails and cocktails became shots–all with your mother and new stepfather and family and friends from your childhood. Tipsiness made you remove your heels, kicking them off to the side to a forgotten corner as your aching feet pressed against the polished floor. 

The dance floor was cramped, the band having transitioned partway through the night to someone’s phone with a playlist hooked up to the speakers. You watched your mom laugh as she was spun around by her new husband, making you smile as you nursed your glass of wine. 

“You lost something.” Joel approached, pointing to your strappy heels with a lazy finger. 

You grinned, your teeth digging into your lower lip for a moment as you looked up at him. “Looks like you did, too–a few things actually,” you said, nodding toward his shucked suit jacket and tie. The top few buttons of his white shirt were open, revealing just enough of his tanned chest to feel dangerous. He was more disheveled than before, a chilled beer bottle held loosely in his fingers and his cheeks flushed.

Joel chuckled, taking a step closer to you as he took a long drink from his beer. You watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed, taking a sip of your red wine in tandem.

There was something about this man that had you all kinds of flustered, a giddy lightness in your chest when he focused his attention on you. “So why aren’t you out there dancing?” Joel asked, his warm eyes surveying the dance floor before returning.

You shook your head, a demure smile and a shrug. “Never was much of a dancer.” The last time you really danced was wasted at a frat party in college, the lights low and the music making the house shake. Far from a respectable barn wedding, and definitely not your mother’s respectable barn wedding. 

“That’s a shame,” Joel smiled at you, pressing just a bit closer, “a pretty girl like you should be out there.” 

You were surprised by the compliment, nearly choking on your wine as your eyebrows lifted. Joel was smirking, his whole body leaning toward yours. You were warm to the touch, your entire face burning under his attentions. It felt like you were in high school again, pining after some older boy that you assumed would never look at you twice–but here he was, looking.

“Do you always flirt with your friend’s stepdaughters?” you asked, hoping to come off as hard to get. Realistically, he already had you in the palm of his hand.

Joel pursed his lips, something mischievous flashing in his dark eyes for a moment. “Just the ones that look like you,” he said, his deep voice low. It was almost too quiet to hear over the music, making you shift forward so you could hear him better.

“Joel.” It would've been chastising if it wasn’t for your bright smile. He exuded an easy confidence that was magnetic, it had your nerves on fire as you selfishly hoped that he would do more than just flirt with you. Your gaze was on his lips for a moment, taking in the lines of his full bottom lip and tidy mustache before meeting his eyes again.

“The couple is getting ready to leave!” You both looked toward the door and watched the wedding planner usher guests out the barn doors. Sparklers were thrust in everyone’s hands, the photographer already positioned at the end of the walkway near the rented white Rolls Royce.

Joel’s hand found the small of your back, warm through the thin fabric of your dress as he guided you toward the door. The wedding planner handed him two sparklers, the long kind that wobbled under their own weight. 

The guests had divided into two lines, waiters lighting sparklers on either side of the column created. Joel handed you one as you stood at his side, your bare feet on the warm concrete. You held it out from your body, focused on the bright sizzle of the sparks as they made their way down the lines of powder.

Your mother and Shawn walked through the column of sparklers on cue, laughing and smiling while holding hands. They looked so happy. You could hardly imagine being that happy with someone.

She broke off for a moment to embrace you, making Joel thoughtfully pluck the sparkler out of your fingers so you didn’t burn her. 

Tears pushed at your eyelids, overwhelming joy for your mother finally breaking free of your chest. You whispered ‘I love you’s into one another’s ears and pressed kisses to cheeks as you clung to each other. The photographer’s camera was shuttering nearby, catching every intimate moment.

Finally you let her go, tearful and smiling as Shawn pulled her toward the car that would take them to their hotel. Joel’s large hand found the curve of your waist, bringing you to his side as you watched your mother get into the car. 

You were tipsy enough to allow it.

He was warm, smelling like cigar smoke and whiskey and cologne. You both were quiet as you watched the car pull away, your shoulders fitting in the space between his arm and torso.

“You wanna help me find my jacket? Think I left it around back when I was smoking a cigar with Shawn,” Joel murmured into your hair. His fingers pressed into your waist, his breath on your neck.

It was enough to distract you. You blinked your tears away, fingertips brushing at the corners of your eyes to make sure your makeup was still intact. “Sure,” you whispered, looking up at him after you’d composed yourself.

Your heart skipped a beat when Joel took your hand, tugging you along with him down the path on the outside of the barn. Both of you were tipsy, giggling and stumbling a bit over the paving stones that had been set in the tall grass. The lights faded behind you, the dim glow through the high windows of the barn and the solitary strand of Edison bulbs between the trees just enough to navigate by. 

It all happened so fast, you didn’t even know who initiated it. Joel’s calloused hands were cupping your cheeks and jaw, tilting your head up as your lips met his. He tasted like whiskey and the sweet wedding cake, making you sigh into the kiss as your fingers twisted in his shirt and pulled him close. 

You had to stand on your tip toes to kiss him properly, a few soft laughs escaping the both of you when the hard cartilage of your noses bumped and teeth clashed. 

He took steps forward until your shoulder blades pressed against the side of the barn. Joel crowded you in, one hand leaving your cheek to brace against the wood behind your waist as he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip. You could feel him smiling.

You always found French kissing to be weird, never knowing quite what to do with your tongue. Whenever a guy had initiated it you managed to cut it off quickly, moving on to some other method of making out to spare yourself the embarrassment of letting your tongue sit there like a dead fish.

Of course you’d seen people do it, always seeming like a lot more licking each other than kissing. Nevertheless, the second time Joel ran his tongue along the seam of your lips you found yourself parting them for him.

Suddenly, you understood. Joel’s tongue massaged over yours as he groaned softly. You wanted him to consume you, letting him take control as he explored your mouth. He tilted your head back more, leaning over you with his full height. You flicked your tongue along his, spine arching toward him in an attempt to get closer.

The horn of the hotel shuttle startled you as you broke apart, chests heaving and your lipstick smeared onto Joel’s mouth. 

“You staying at the same hotel as everyone else?” Joel asked, nosing at your hairline as his hands roamed over your dress. He bunched it in his fists, raising the hem above your calves and wrinkling the fabric.

“I am,” you breathed, twisting your fingers in his thick curls. 

Joel smiled against your earlobe, nipping at it. “Wanna continue this in my room? Got a king size bed and everything,” he drawled, pulling back to look down at you. There was a sparkle in his eyes, his smile was breathtaking.

You wiped your lipstick off his bottom lip with your thumb, suddenly feeling a bit shy. “You sure?” you asked, folding your arms over your chest in a form of protection from Joel’s possible rejection. 

He offered, but there was still a part of you that was worried.

He furrowed his brow, a smile still on his face as he looked down at you in the dark. “'Course I’m sure. Go get your shoes, baby, and I’ll see you on the shuttle.” Joel spun you toward the nearest door to the barn, lightly smacking your ass go get you moving.

You yelped, swatting at his hand with a glare. 

“Go on, before I ruin that pretty dress of yours in the dirt out here,” he told you, a smirk on his face as he nodded his chin toward the door. You rolled your eyes, acquiescing to his instructions.

—

It took Joel no time to get you down the hall from the packed elevator and to his room. He clumsily tapped his keycard against the sensor, stamping kisses along the side of your neck as you giggled in the cage of his arms.

Finally he got it to unlock, tightening an arm around your waist as he pushed the door open. Joel took wide, staggered steps on either side of your body as he ushered you inside. 

As soon as the door snapped shut he was already lifting the bottom of your dress, kisses turning into bites on the curve of your neck. “Jo-el,” you whined through giggles as you grabbed the forearm he’d locked around your waist. 

“Unfair that you’re this fucking pretty,” he mumbled, making your face heat up as you tried to protest. Joel shushed you by grabbing a handful of the meat of your thigh, groaning in your ear. 

“How’s it unfair?” you managed to ask, your head spinning from the overwhelming presence of Joel. His rough, calloused hands were groping at your soft flesh, his lips sucking marks on your neck like you were teenagers. 

The room was relatively untouched, his open suitcase on the stand near the large windows on the far side of the room. The curtains were slightly open, moonlight filtering in. “S’unfair that I didn’t meet you sooner,” Joel said, scraping his blunt teeth over the sensitive spot just under your earlobe. You shivered in his arms.

He separated from you just enough to shuck his suit jacket that he had haphazardly put on for the shuttle, tossing it on the little sofa in the room. You turned after stepping out of your heels, linking your hands behind Joel’s neck and pulling him in for another kiss. 

Joel smiled into it, his hands grabbing your waist and holding you flush against his body. “You still wanna do this?” His fingers moved to your spine and played with the zipper on the back of your dress, looking down at you as he waited for your answer. "Don't want you to feel pressured or anything."

“Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be,” you murmured, carding your fingers in his thick curls.

Joel just groaned, pressing you flush against him as he captured you in another needy kiss. He pulled the zipper of your dress down in one fluid motion, making a shiver prickle up the length of your spine.

“Let me see ya, baby,” he said against your mouth, pulling the thick straps of your dress down your arms. 

You let the fabric pool at your feet, your sheer, skin-colored bra and panties leaving little to the imagination. A wave of insecurity flashed over you, your skin suddenly feeling stretched too tight over your body as your face and neck heated up. 

You were too aware of the parts of yourself that you didn’t like: the dimpled flesh on the outside of your thighs and the hairs you hadn’t plucked away because the wedding was the last place you thought you’d find a one night stand. A wobbly smile formed, your instinct making you bury your face in Joel’s neck to hide.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled, his voice so quiet you almost didn’t hear his praise. His massive hands ran down your sides, thumbing at the mesh of your bra and panties before he started moving you backwards.

Your calves hit the bed, making you squawk in an unflattering way as Joel lowered you to the mattress. “You’re so gorgeous,” he breathed, his lips trailing down your neck until he was kissing and sucking at your sternum. He nudged your knees apart with his free hand, his other forearm planted on the mattress to hold his weight off of you. He slotted himself in the space between your thighs as his tongue laved over your nipple through the mesh fabric of your bra.

The noise that came out of your throat was embarrassing. Your breath turned into a strangled moan, eyebrows pinching together. The sensation only made your arousal increase tenfold, spine already arching to press your tit against his mouth. 

Joel chuckled, soft brown eyes ticking up to look at your face. “That sensitive?” he said, more of a statement than a question. You found yourself nodding anyway. He thumbed at your other nipple, making it bud against the thin fabric and pulling another whine from your throat. He snickered.

“Don’t tease,” you huffed, wiggling your hips and lightly squeezing his sides with your knees. 

“Don’t worry, baby,” Joel muttered, a smile stretching on his lips as he rolled the pad of his thumb over your nipple again. He placed kisses along your stomach, making you suck in the soft flesh on reflex. His coarse facial hair tickled your skin, making you giggle a bit as he continued to work his way down your form.

“Just wanna taste ya, okay?” Joel asked, his broad shoulders between your spread thighs. His thick fingers hooked into your panties, manipulating your legs so he could pull them off and toss them somewhere in the room. He pressed your legs apart before you could snap them shut, a seed of worry taking root in your mind as you looked down at him.

You’d never been so self-conscious during a hook-up before, but for some reason Joel felt different. Your thoughts were preoccupied on how you looked from his vantage point, if you smelled alright and if anything looked weird.

“Been wanting to taste you all night, ever since I saw you standing up there during that damn ceremony.”

He spread you apart with his thumbs, eyes focused on your already wet pussy as a smirk stretched across his features. He just stared, making you want to crawl back into yourself. Then the feeling of his tongue on your clit makes you forget your worries, your face scrunching as you moaned. Joel hooked your leg over his shoulder, your heel pressing against his back as he pushed your thighs even further apart. 

You couldn’t remember a time when you’d been so soaked before, sticky arousal practically gushing out of you. Joel’s wide tongue licked long stripes up your cunt, careful to practically gulp down everything that he could. He was groaning as he ate you out, his big hands digging into your waist to pull you closer. The coarse hair of his beard was rough against the soft skin of your inner thighs 

“Oh–oh god, Joel,” you sighed, propping yourself up on an elbow so you could look at him. 

Your thighs were quaking, pressing against his ears as your hips twitched. Joel’s dark eyes were hazy and half lidded as he lapped over your clit, working with a focus you’d never experienced with any other man. He looked beautiful between your legs, belly-down on the mattress and still dressed in his button down shirt and slacks. 

One of his hands left your hip, snaking up your stomach to reach blindly until he cupped your breast. He pulled at the cup of your bra, revealing your peaked nipple. The bud was immediately pinched between his thumb and forefinger, making you arch your back as you let out another whine of his name.

Joel dipped down to shove his searing tongue inside of you as his nose bumped into the swollen bead of your clit. A bolt of lightning ricocheted up your spine, a gasp leaving you. It felt so good you could almost cry, your chest heaving and hips clumsily grinding toward his mouth. You were already starting to tremble, pleasure sparking in the pit of your stomach as he mouthed at you. 

And then he pulled back.

“Joel!” you yelped, starting to sit up as your gaze hardened into a glare. Your pussy clenched around nothing, neglected and empty with an interrupted orgasm.

He huffed a laugh, looking down at you as he knelt on the bed in front of you. “You’re right, baby, that’s my name,” he teased, his voice deep and smokey. 

He grabbed you roughly by the hips, pulling so you fell to your back again. “You fucker–” Joel cut you off by pressing the backs of your knees until you were bent in half, a brief show of just how strong he was. His calloused hands gripped the soft flesh of your ass, readjusting you again so the small of your back was propped up against his quads. You’d never been in this angle before, your pussy the highest point of your body as he pushed his forearms against your thighs to keep you still.

Joel’s hot breath washed over your cunt before he delved back into it, greedy as he started sucking on your clit. With the way you were contorted, you were completely helpless, any attempt to move your hips just made your thighs push uselessly against his arms. You were soaking, your arousal dripping down to your asshole as you whimpered pathetically.

He went at a leisurely pace, taking his time to tongue at you and lick long stripes from your perineum to your clit. Your hands were clenching in the white comforter on the hotel bed, your chest heaving. There was something about being completely at his mercy that made your head spin.

You wanted to be greedy, take everything he would give you; but, Joel was in no rush, languidly pressing his face into your pussy despite your best efforts to get him to speed up. 

It was overwhelming in all the right ways, your head spinning as you watched Joel lick at you like he wanted to consume every part of you. Joel cupped your breast in a hand, strumming his thumb lightly over your nipple to keep it stimulated as you gasped. 

You were delirious by the time he sunk two fingers into you, almost making you scream. Joel took a few breaths, his pink lips swollen and shiny with your arousal as he studied your expression. You could hardly think straight, strings of curses mixed with his name falling from your lips as you panted like a bitch in heat. 

The squelching sound of his fingers lazily pumping into your pussy filled the hotel room, loud enough to make your cheeks burn. You wetted your lips, trying to catch your breath beneath Joel.

“So fucking tight around my fingers,” Joel mumbled, the words muffled and wet because he didn’t pull away. It didn’t even feel like he was talking to you, communing with your pussy instead. The praise went directly to your head, making you tighten around his fingers. You threaded a hand in his hair, keeping his mouth pressed against you. “Tastes just as good as I expected.”

“Oh… oh my god,” you breathed, your climax building toward its precipice. 

Joel wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, just barely speeding up the rhythm of his fingers fucking into you. His thumb on your nipple followed suit, matching the motion as tears filled your eyes. Your fingers threaded into his curls, your brows furrowed as you pulled on his hair. He grunted against you, not letting up as he worked you up toward the edge. 

When you came it was a whole body event. Your legs trembled, hips burning from the awkward angle Joel had bent you into. Your back arched, breath pausing in your chest. Your cunt clenched around his fingers, sucked tight and feeling every inch of them inside you. The pleasure was white-hot as it coursed through you, leaving your nerves buzzing and your ears ringing as your body went limp.

“So pretty when you come,” Joel said, his thick fingers still deep inside you.

You were almost nonverbal, your response a delirious sob as you looked up at Joel with watery eyes. He caressed your cheek, gently stroking your jaw and thumb wiping over your lower lip. You kissed the pad of it out of reflex, the motion making his expression soften for a moment.

Then he started to massage the spongy spot inside of your dripping pussy, making your eyes roll back. “Too sensitive,” you whined, grabbing onto his forearm in a weak attempt to stop him. 

“Trust me, baby, I’ve got you,” he said in that syrupy tone, gaze still locked on your face as you squirmed. He took his hand away from your cheek, holding one of your legs to keep you still as he fucked his fingers into you. “You can do one more for me, right?”

The need to please him made you nod, taking in a deep and shaky breath. You couldn’t do anything but take it, your mouth dropping open and your back arching. The overstimulation made you tremble, your whole body squirming. Breaths kept huffing out of you, your brows pinched tight as you tried to relax. It was hard to think straight, hell, it was hard to even breathe. 

Joel pulled his fingers out of you for a moment to strum over your swollen clit, only touching you with just enough pressure to drive you crazy. He continued until you were straining against him, moaning and sobbing his name. It was like he was carved from stone, hardly giving you any leeway as he kept you in place. The pressure in you built faster this time, it was almost embarrassing how quick he was able to get you to the edge. 

“Joel, Joel, Joel–ohmygod,” you gasped, reaching for purchase against his thigh. His dress pants were soft under your fingers as you squeezed, your body practically vibrating. 

“I know, baby, I know,” he murmured soothingly, pressing a wet kiss to the back of your thigh as his fingers hooked back into you. 

Joel fucked you on them at a ruthless pace as his thumb rolled over the crest of your sex, your mouth opening in a wordless cry as you fell into your second orgasm of the night. You were completely lost, your eyes squeezed shut as your muscles spasmed against the restraint of Joel’s arms. White noise filled your mind, your body melting against Joel’s thighs and the bed as your legs fell open even further. 

He rubbed along the seam of your cunt soothingly, calloused fingers working you through the aftershocks. Your eyes were completely hazed when you looked up at him, splayed on the bed like every bone had been pulled from your body. He looked positively giddy, his wet fingers smearing on your thigh as he rubbed your legs in an effort to help you come back to yourself.

Joel let you off of him, returning your spine to the mattress as he leaned over you to give you a kiss. You hummed into it, smelling and tasting your salty-sweet slick on his lips and facial hair. “Please fuck me,” you begged between presses of his mouth, desperation easy to hear in your tone.

“‘Course I will, baby,” he said, getting off the bed to quickly undress himself. You shakily sat up, unclipping your bra at your back and tossing it aside. 

Joel was impressive, his body rippled with muscles beneath a layer of fat that told you he was eating well. Your gaze dragged down him, mouth watering as you finally saw his cock. It was big, the same tanned tone of his skin with a flushed tip. It jutted from a patch of trimmed, dark hair that was accentuated by the happy trail beneath his navel. You swallowed thickly, pussy clenching at the thought of him fucking you into the mattress.

You kissed him eagerly as he got back on the bed, part of you so desperate to please him. Joel was older than you, so much more experienced, you just wanted him to like you. 

He grunted, curling a hand around the back of your neck to keep you close. His other hand traveled down your body, massaging your hip with his thumb. You were putty in his hands, your own arms in a loop around his neck.

“Lay down,” Joel mumbled against the hinge of your jaw, nipping at the bone. You whimpered, fingers digging into the broad muscle of his shoulders as you complied. Joel ran a hand over you, sliding it down the valley between your breasts and over your soft stomach. 

The backs of your thighs were pressed against his quads as he took himself in his hand, sliding the blunt head of his cock along your pussy. You clenched around nothing, desperate and wanting. “Joel, please.” 

You couldn’t take waiting anymore.

He smirked, notching himself at your entrance and obliging you. Joel pressed and pressed and pressed until his hips were completely snug against yours. He split you in half across the width of his cock, moving slow to give you some time to adjust. It felt like he’d consumed all of the extra space in your body, you even felt him in your throat. 

You breathed brokenly, back arched and hips twitching as you struggled to find a comfortable position. You weren’t a virgin–weren’t anything close to it, really–but it felt just as overwhelming as your first time.

Joel bent over you, his elbows on either side of your head carrying his weight as he ground his hips against yours. His forehead pressed into your shoulder, a heated groan rumbling from his chest. It was hard to make sense of things, rattled breaths filling your chest as your mind whirred uselessly. He peppered kisses over your face, his lips wet and warm as he showered you in affection.

Then he moved his hips, the roll of them slow and syrupy and making you nearly choke. You grabbed at his biceps, an attempt to anchor yourself to him as he started to rut his hips into yours. He made room for himself with every press of his cock, molding you to the shape of him.

Joel collected your leg with a rough hand, pushing your knee toward your chest. He let it come to rest in the curve of his elbow, palm pressed flat to the comforter as he spread you open wider. Your hips protested as he splayed you apart, the discomfort easily taking a backseat to your pleasure.

You keened, mouth falling open as he sank even deeper inside of you. Your breaths came out in little mewls, matching Joel’s grunts as you met each thrust with a weak roll of your hips. His lips were at your throat, sucking more marks into the skin and his facial hair scratching against you. “Goddamn, you’re gonna be the death of me, baby,” Joel groaned into the curve of your neck, still keeping an even rhythm

You let out a breathy laugh–you felt the same way about him. He lifted himself to get a better look at you, dark brown eyes as warm as the summer sun as his gaze drifted all the way down to where his cock was buried in you. He grunted at the sight, pupils dilating like drops of ink in water.

His free hand lifted off its elbow, his weight shifting to one side so he could wet the pad of his thumb with a lick of his tongue. You were making sounds you couldn’t control, each thrust pushing a small gasp from your throat. Then, Joel dropped his hand to your lower abdomen, gently tracing the curve of your belly down into the soft thatch of hair you hadn’t bothered to shave.

A calloused thumb found your clit, swirling over it with a confident pressure in a way that made your eyes nearly roll back in your skull. Joel was pounding into the spot that made you see stars, merciless in his pace. “Joel… oh god…”

You could feel the flutter of your orgasm starting, your legs trembled against his arm and the curve of his waist. You chanted his name like a prayer, overstimulated tears starting to squeeze out of the corners of your eyes and roll into your hairline. He just soldiered on, grinding his thumb over your clit as he worked you higher and higher toward the edge.

A rattling gasp escaped your throat as you pulsed around Joel, your brows pinching and your body stiffening beneath his. You could feel the release from the soles of your feet to the crown of your head, your nails digging into his thick biceps as the flickering pleasure turned into a full on forest fire. You leaned up to wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down onto the mattress with you as you held him close.

“Fuck,” Joel moaned into your neck. His thrusts became sloppy fast, his discipline gone to the wayside now that he made you come on his cock. You felt him twitch inside you, his breath coming out in hot huffs against the curve of your shoulder. His hand grabbed your hip, pulling you down to match his frantic thrusts as he moaned your name into your skin.

You wanted to pull his head away from you so you could see how his face looked when he finished. The muscles in his abdomen clenched, his hips grinding tight to yours as he came inside of you. You moaned with him, the feeling of being filled up by him satiating a need you didn’t know you had as you dragged your blunt nails on his scalp.

Joel finally collapsed, the weight of his body pressing down on you as you combed your fingers through his hair. His hips were cradled by your legs, sweat slicking your skin wherever it was pressed together. You breathed against one another, pulling each other close as you basked in the afterglow.

You were sharing the same air, pressing loose kisses to each other's warm skin as you melted into each other for an unknown amount of time. It could have been seconds, it could have been hours.

“We should clean up,” you finally breathed, able to come back to yourself. 

Joel nodded against your neck, you felt it more than you saw it. You giggled after he didn’t move, still leaving you helpless and pinned beneath him. He seemed to make himself even more comfortable, arms constricting around you and face nuzzling closer to your throat.

“Joel,” you chastised, lightly shoving at his shoulder. It was half-hearted and meaningless–you were more than content to stay here all night if you had to.

“I like how you say that, Joel,” he said, mimicking your voice in an annoyingly high-pitched tone. It made you laugh, throwing your head back against the comforter as you shook it. 

He hissed, pulling away from you just enough to prop himself up on an elbow. “You clench around me like a fucking vise when you laugh like that, baby,” Joel muttered, swirling his fingertips over your skin. He didn’t move to pull out of you quite yet, the two of you relishing in the intimacy of your embrace.

A slow smirk crossed his face, his dark eyes flickering back up to meet yours. “Plus, what’s the point of cleaning up if I’m not done with you yet?”

–

Needless to say, you were sneaking out of his room when the dregs of sunlight started streaming through the hotel room windows, sore and exhausted, with his phone number typed into your phone and his hickeys all over your skin.

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— lovesick kisses

now playing — kiss me by sixpence none the richer ☀️

contents: clarisse la rue/fem!reader, fluff fluff fluff!! and clarisse is just so in love hehe 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽, clarisse calls you ‘pretty girl’

wc : 600+

the sound of laughter and soft-spoken words are all that can be heard throughout the cabin. what started as a small conversation, then turned into a makeup practice session, became what was happening currently.

“y/n,” clarisse muttered, her hands resting gently on your hips.

“give me a minute.” you protested, pressing kisses all over her face, lipstick marks being left behind. you thought she looked utterly gorgeous.

sunlight pours in through the windows, and it bounces just so perfectly off of clarisse's brown skin; she like she was made of honey and gold. the whole moment is a gentle calm that cradles you in its palms softly, and you’re feeling so lovesick, you think you might die.

(you don’t even know she feels the exact same way.)

“pretty girl.” she gives you a small squeeze, just to get your attention. “what are you even doing?”

you giggle, applying some more rosy hue on your lips, kissing her again. “‘m just kissing you, clar.” you mumbled, holding back the urge to break into laughter at her confused expression; she looks a little flustered.

“mhmmm,” she draws out, chuckling. “i can definitely see that.” she says, tracing comforting patterns on your lower back.

the sky melts into a soft, velvety orange hue outside, and clarisse looks into your eyes. there's starlights inside them, she thinks. and when she watches you break out into a smile, she wonders if she’s even lucky enough to have you all to herself.

“you done yet?” she sighs, mock-annoyance in her tone.

“not yetttt, clar.” you whined, kissing the apple of her cheek again, eyeing it to make sure the lipstick mark stays.

her eyes gleam brightly,

‘i’m so in love,’ she thinks.

it's all she can think. you’re her lighthouse. her saving grace, her entire reason for living. her one and only. her gaze is so featherlight, she looks at you like you’ve hung the stars or something.

(god, you’re just so pretty.)

you continue to cover her face and neck in kisses, giggling occasionally.

“now are you done?” she glared at you playfully, raising an eyebrow when you pull away. you shake your head in response and she groans, not in an annoyed way, more so endearingly. like how you’re just so sweet, she can’t get enough of you.

you go on to mumble under your breath, and she can barely make out what you’re saying. something along the lines of, ‘you’re annoying’, and, ‘stay still.’

this goes on for a few for minutes, the two of you bathed in the light of the sun. clarisse is a depiction of effortless charm, gazing down at you with those big brown eyes of hers, and that cute, smug expression. she looks so soft you swear you can feel your heart squeeze ever so tightly in your chest. you could probably combust, melt and ascend up to olympus.

“..done?” the curly-haired girl asks again, a cocky smirk plastered on her face.

and just when you’re just about to protest, she kisses you; ever so sweetly. it’s warm, and you feel butterflies flutter in your stomach, it’s just not fair how she makes you feel.

she hummed against your lips, pulling away with a smirk.

“so?” she asked, grinning coyly.

“what do you mean, ‘so’?” you whined in response, you can feel your cheeks heat up with a warm hue of red.

“you done?” she asks again, and you groan. she’s just so stubborn, and you adore that about her.

she chuckles at the sound, kissing you repeatedly, almost in a revengeful type of way, the good kind. she can’t get enough of you. clarisse la rue, who’s normally so hot-tempered can’t help but feel so cooled down with you. the daughter of ares, the greek god of war, is so hopelessly in love with you.

a/n: i feel like she’s a little ooc 😞 but it’s okay. i live for fluffy clarisse content

#clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse pjo #clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue fluff #clarisse x you #clarisse la rue x reader fluff #clarisse la rue x fem!reader #lesbian #jesse writes ☾₊‧⁺

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there’s another side that you don’t know. / yang jungwon

yang jungwon x fem reader

synopsis: after a year of dating yang jungwon, you’ve encountered a different side of him that even made you fall in love harder.

includes : 874 words | fluff | kind of suggestive? idk but it for sure made me more delulu | one curse word

extra: inspiration to made this fanfic…this. | jungwon has been bias wrecking me these days.. have i mentioned? | wrote this in ten minutes after seeing that video because that was lowkey attractive | PRADA featured!! but not sponsored lol | jungwon is a mischievous little boyfriend | yn tried her best hehe | NECKLACE DANGLING??? sign me up for sure

likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated<3

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“i’m sorry!” you shrieked, quickly running away from your boyfriend after accidentally scaring him from behind, causing him to be pushed onto the hotel bed.

you realized that you made a mistake when jungwon’s orange juice spilled onto his clothes, thankfully his hand quickly stretched out so it wouldn’t be poured onto the bed. the juice dripped on his chin, causing him to wipe it with his sleeve.

jungwon looked at your figure running away from the bed. away from his sight, causing him to instantly cause revenge.

you quickly ran to the bathroom, after hearing your boyfriend say, “this is the first time since we dated that you hit me.” his tone didn’t sound serious which made you relieved but it still caused your heart to be shaken by how deep it became.

jungwon was still behind you, almost grabbing your wrist but he failed when you closed the door on him. his arm tried to pull on the handle, immediately making his muscles be flexed.

“i did nothing wrong!” you giggled like a kid after being chased by him from the other side. something within you flamed, having the idea of your boyfriend chasing you excited you.

then the lights from the bathroom turned off. you realized that the lights can be opened from the outside, causing you to shout in defeat, “hey!” in which jungwon ignored and continued to press buttons to make you come out.

his grin stretched out when he heard the door handle being opened that’s when he came inside the bathroom. you immediately backed up as your heart jumped to see your boyfriend’s figure in front of you.

“hi.” you looked up at him, trying to sound all innocent, sweet and putting up a front so your cuteness can work on him.

jungwon tilted his head to the side, staring you down with a smirk. your lips started to twitch when he continued to smile at you with an idea in his head. you came to realize it when he said nothing.

you gulped, eyes slowly going down to his all black outfit. it suddenly made you small when jungwon can easily tower over you.

“hi.” jungwon spoke, making you gain goosebumps and shivers on your back. you didn’t realize what jungwon was doing as you kept staring at his lovely eyes. his touch electrified your body as his hand slowly cupped around your wrist. he sounded so sweet and gentle but you knew it was acting.

you knew that you fucked up.

jungwon turned around, dragging you alongside with him and shoving the door open. you licked your lips in nervousness, “hey jungwon i did nothing wrong,” you panicked, trying to let go of his grip but he continued to drag you.

you entered the bedroom, as jungwon dragged you to the front of him. you put your hands up in defeat as jungwon kept walking towards you with his hands on the pocket. you immediately walked back as you were getting intimidated by his stare but it somehow thrilled you.

the way jungwon stared you down with his fluffy hair messed up from the struggle of chasing you and how his broad shoulders were emphasized by his slim clothes — it made you realize his ethereal attractiveness and made you questioned of how such a beauty is your boyfriend?

especially with this new side of him.

as you continue to back away, your back is directly met by the bed which caused you to bounce lightly on the quality.

jungwon easily hovered over you. you looked at his eyes, doing the best you can to break jungwon’s front. your cheeks were painting pink when the distance between you and jungwon was short.

you kept getting distracted by the necklace that was dangling from his neck, touching your lips. PRADA. your mind was running through different thoughts.

jungwon’s lazy smile caused your heart to run 1000 miles per second. each of his arm was at the side of your face as his stomach was touching yours.

jungwon kept admiring your flustered face, enjoying every second at how easily you blush every time he tries to make your heart race. it was a great reminder that you’re his, not anyone else.

jungwon suddenly chuckled, lowering his head and look back at you. your eyebrows perked at the sudden laughter and it caused you to be more nervous at what he was planning.

“ow!” your face scrunched when jungwon lightly flickered on your forehead. you pouted at him with anger boiling in your eyes, but yet again you spilled orange juice on him.

jungwon’s lips grinned at your reaction. then his lips touched your forehead, the spot where he flicked with his strong fingers.

he looked down at you, proud of himself to make you more flustered. you were an internal mess. your eyes widened and jaw opened at the sudden gesture. you can hear the echo of your heartbeat when his soft lips pecked your forehead.

jungwon lifted himself from you, his dimples poking out when he sees your frozen figure on the bed. you were still processing at what happened. he started to walk away from the bedroom, “let’s go to the pool y/n.” he smiled before disappearing from your sight as if nothing happened while you’re lying in bed trying to calm yourself down.

#enhypen drabbles #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enha scenarios #enha imagines #enha smau #enha x reader #enhypen x female reader #enhypen fluff #yang jungwon fluff #enha jungwon #jungwon fluff #yang jungwon #jungwon oneshot #jungwon drabble #jungwon imagines #yang jungwon x yn #yang jungwon one shot

[sirfrogsworth]

Photo Restoration Project - Part 1

A long time ago, Katrina sent me some old photos of her family I could restore. Her parents have been helping me from afar for years and I really wanted to do something nice for them. Unfortunately my dad got much worse and I pretty much forgot about this project for quite some time.

But then I decided to visit Katrina in Orlando and we discussed having dinner with her parents and I remembered these photos. So I thought I would fix them up so I could present them as a gift in person.

The first and most important photo was from her parents wedding.

Old photo prints can fade over time due to UV light exposure. From what I understand, different colors fade at different rates and red/orange tones tend to be the least susceptible to this fading. Thankfully all of the color information is still there, it's just that the darks are not as dark and the lights are not as light. The dynamic range got squeezed like an accordion. However, if you do a levels adjustment on the red, blue, and green channels individually, you can unsqueeze the accordion and balance everything back to the way it was.

But you can't always save everything and there may be other damage that needs fixing. If something becomes pure white, there is no way to restore that detail. Thankfully I was able to use the new generative fill feature to bring back detail in the dress, the flowers, and the tuxedo shirt.

And because I hate front facing flash and how it makes colors look ugly and sterile, I may have also added a marble floor and pillars.

Next up was a photo of Anastasia, Katrina's mom, protesting Henry Kissinger on behalf of her home country of Greece. This suffered from the same color fading issues.

What made this one a little more tricky was an uneven fading. The left side had to be adjusted independently and the top was even more faded. I had to isolate the trees to bring back their color. And the protest signs were difficult to read, so I enhanced those as well.

Next we have this lovely photo of Anastasia tending to some house plants.

This photo was actually in decent shape. It lost a little contrast, had a little bit of fading, and her top retained almost no detail I could recover. Recovering accurate skin tones is probably one of the most important skills I learned when restoring these photos. I wanted to keep that filmic look of the era while avoiding making people look jaundiced or pale. Lightroom's new masking feature that let's you isolate every aspect of the people it detects in a photo. This made fixing skin tones much easier. I could isolate just her face or her lips or her hair or her eyes and make precise individual adjustments. This process could have taken a great deal longer without this feature. But, I brought back proper contrast and color, added a little bit of detail to her top with gen fill, and hopefully got fairly accurate skin tones as well.

Next up, forward facing flash strikes again in a photo of Mike and Anastasia during Christmas.

Film did not do well in low light. If it was indoors and nighttime, you pretty much had no choice but to use flash. But a flash is a very small, bright light source and this causes a very unflattering result on humans. Today we have much more powerful flashes with rotating heads. We can bounce the light into the ceiling or off a wall and increase the size of the light source to get a more flattering result.

In this photo I wasn't able to do much, so I just balanced the skin tones and brought out some hidden detail and called it a day. It's still a lovely memory and thankfully film has such character that it negates a lot of the unflattering aspects of direct flash.

Next up is some cuteness...

A big priority when editing photos is to make sure the subjects are the star of the photo. And in this one their faces were a bit obscured in shadow. There was also a lot of haze in the background hiding the beautiful vista. Not to mention when I cleared that haze, there was this super faint hint of something in the sky. I can't tell if it was a rainbow, but I decided to believe it was a rainbow. The only thing that I am still struggling with, and this seems to be common with a lot of old photos, is green. Getting a good, saturated, natural green to look right has been very difficult. Everything I try ends up looking toxic or fake. The only thing that ends up looking right with the rest of the photo is more of a yellow-y brown. It's something I'll have to work on as I learn, but as long as the overall photo looks balanced and natural, I'm okay with not perfectly nailing the greens.

Up next we have a lovely scene on a Greek dock...

As far as editing goes, this was pretty basic. I just undid the fading, adjusted the skin tones, replaced the blown-out sky, and made the colors pop. But I think this is actually one of my favorite before and after shots. I just love how such a simple fix brought this scene to life.

A new car is a big deal and Anastasia looks so proud here...

This image has another common issue in addition to the typical fading of colors. It has a yellowish orange color cast. This could have been an issue with the film used or the development process or a chemical reaction on the print. A color cast is a lot like looking through colored glasses. It's like a translucent color material was put on top of the image. This can be a little trickier to deal with, but if you know your color theory, you might already know the solution. Blue is the opposite of yellow/orange on the color wheel, so if you introduce blue to the image it should balance out. Also, add a sky if it was missing.

Next up we have a landscaping project...

This one wasn't too tricky, but there was one interesting issue I had to address. All light has a color temperature. Daylight has a temperature of around 5500K. But the inside of the garage was being lit by reflected light and so that light took on the color temperature of the things it was bouncing off of. So I had to mask out the people and the car and address the color temperature inside the garage to make everything look balanced. Also, the green fought me hard on this one. And with the theme of this picture being plants, I felt I really needed to find a tone that worked. I think I finally got there, but I spent way too much time in the color picker doing trial and error of green tones. Also, new sky.

With this next one I actually did a pretty thorough explanation of how I edited it. But this was probably my favorite puzzle to solve from this collection of photos.

I'll do the abridged explanation...

The physical photograph was printed on a paper with a very heavy texture. And when it was scanned, the light from the scanner bounced off that texture and created a pattern of unwanted highlights.

I was worried this was impossible to fix and I almost gave up on this photo. But after one final Google search I discovered something called "Fast Fourier Transform." It's a mathematical formula that can be used to detect patterns. And the image editing software Affinity Photo, just so happens to have a filter called FFT denoise that helps you remove unwanted patterns from scanned photos.

And thanks to that filter, I was able to remove a substantial amount of that pattern...

Then I did my standard clean up techniques...

Oh, and I decided to try learning how to colorize.

Photoshop has a new set of experimental filters and a colorization tool is one of them. It is not great yet, but it is a great starting place. Instead of having to hand paint every single thing in the photo, Photoshop gave me a base to work with and I could take it from there with traditional techniques.

That's all I have the energy for today, but there are a bunch of cool restorations to talk about. Hopefully you all find this interesting. It was such a great gift to give to Katrina's parents. And spending that time with them and making them happy felt like I was with my own parents again. So we all got a gift in that wonderful evening.

Part 2 coming as soon as I have the energy!

#photography #photo restoration

[rhaenyslay]

Blushes and Daisies

Prologue: 'A Rose Between Thorns'

Aemond Targaryen x OC!Niece!Reader

Summary: Aemond and Aelora chatter idly in the comfort of their hideaway - the hidden beauty of the gardens of the Red Keep among the wildflowers and cherry trees.

Warnings: Sickly sweet childhood sweetheart fluff, I’m talking blushes and giggles - twirling my hair and kicking my feet.

Word Count: 945 (normal chapters will be much longer don’t worry)

A/N: Hi lovelies! If you have any ideas/notes feel free to comment! There are a few changes to canon: The ages are adjusted slightly for the children (Aelora = 110 AC, Aemond = 110 AC, Jacaerys = 113 AC, Lucerys = 115 AC, Aegon = 106 AC, Helaena = 109 AC), and the timelines of Rhaenyra’s relationships are slightly altered too.

༻❁༺ 117 AC, THE GARDENS OF THE RED KEEP

“Aemond?”

“Yes?”

“Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be… normal? You know - not a prince or princess, not a Targaryen, not… anything.”

“Not really.” The young prince muses. He turns his head to the side from where he lay on the grass to look at his young niece, “Do you?”

The early morning breeze gently brushes over their cheeks as the two lay among the wildflowers deep within the gardens of the Red Keep, hidden away. The young Velaryon princess sighs softly, her face remains pointing to the sky - blue and clear, yet there’s a hint of grey that threatens to taint its hues.

“Sometimes.” Aelora admits almost silently, the only thing carrying the sound to Aemond’s ears being the warm breeze. “I think about going to Flea Bottom - maybe even Lys or Myr - about living among the people. No silly titles, no duties, no stupid corsets.”

Aemond laughs softly, to which she smiles.

“I think normal women still wear corsets.” He comments, “Just maybe not as tight.”

“Maybe.”

There’s a peaceful quiet that falls between them, a blanket of calm and serene isolation. Here, in their little hideaway, they have their own reprives: the young prince is free from teasing, from expectations, and from disappointment; and the young princess is free from whispers, from duties, from the conflicts of family and court. They share a silent understanding, a silent agreement, to speak only of pleasant things, to ponder only the oddest of dreams and queries, and to never share a word of it. The carvings in the trees, orange peels discarded, plucked flowers - the only testaments to human life this deep in the gardens.

“Mother and Father are already thinking about suitors.” She says after a minute or two of silence.

“How lovely.” Aemond replies, though his teasing tone conveys their shared distaste.

She lets out a breath of a laugh, though the matter is not amusing to either of them, “I just hope he won't be cruel.”

Once more, Aemond turns his head to look at her, the blades of grass tickling his freckled cheek, “If he is, I’ll see to him myself.”

“Oh, truly? I’m sure any grown lord will be scared of the a little prince like you.” She giggles, her warm brown eyes glistening in the beam of sunlight that floods through the trees above.

Aemond, who was being deadly serious, blushes a little, facing the sky once again, “They will be once I’ve trained more, once I’ve grown.”

Upon realising his seriousness, the princess maintains her smile, but it grows more appreciative than amused, “Well, I’m sure you will be the bestest swordsman in the world, and the bestest prince.” She smiles, brushing some of her hair from her face.

His blush deepens and he smiles, “Thank you.”

The silence returns.

“How is your training going?” Asks Aelora, “Ser Criston is always nice about you.”

“Well - I think so, at least.” Aemond replies, pulling at the grass absentmindedly, “Aegon is still mean though, and your brothers.”

She sighs softly, understandingly, “I can speak with them if you like - my brothers? But not Aegon…” she giggles airily.

Aemond smiles, though it’s sad, “Yeah, I’m not sure he’d be too easy to talk to about it.”

Noting his sad tone, Aelora shuffles a little closer in an attempt at comfort, the two of them laid side by side, eyes looking to the sky.

“I don’t know why my brothers are so mean.” She muses, “I promise they aren’t like that, they’re just… stupid sometimes.”

Aemond sighs, “I know… It’s Aegon mostly. But it’s fine, I’m manag-”

“No,” She cuts him off softly but firmly, turning to look at him, “it’s not fine; it’s not fair, Aem.”

“It’s okay,” He takes a breath, “we all have to go through something I suppose.”

Aelora thinks. She sighs and nods faintly, “I suppose.” She muses in agreement, “Doesn’t make it fair.”

Another silence. A bird sings from a tree above before taking flight, joining another mid ascension, flying off towards one of the many turrets together.

“Is your mother still being odd?” He asks, looking up and between the leaves of the trees and cherry blossoms above them - that hide them away.

“Yes… though I’m still not sure why.” Aelora frowns softly as she speaks, “One minute she’ll be fine, and then the next... she acts like I'm not even there.” She tries to explain for the umpteenth time, the dull ache in her chest forming as she ponders over her mother’s continued behaviour towards her. “It hurts.” She admits, a tinge of pain in her tone.

Noticing this, Aemond offers her a small, sympathetic smile, “I’m sure it’s nothing. She has no reason to have anything against you. You’re wonderful.”

Aelora blushes, “Thank you, Aem.”

Aemond pulls at the grass slightly, accidentally plucking a daisy. He looks at it for a moment. He turns and, in a moment of courage, gently tucks it behind her ear, within her soft brown curls. She finally turns to look at him, smiling.

“Here,” she, too, plucks a daisy, mimicking his actions and tucking one behind his own ear and within his own white curls, “now we match.”

With both having daisies in their hair, deep pink blushes, and twinkling eyes, they did indeed match - their souls mirrors of one and other as they always had been, and always would be, as they inwardly hoped, unaware of the turmoil to unfold, the blood to be wasted, lives to be changed. For now, all they had were their daisies, blushes, and whispered words. ༻❁༺

#hotd #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond x you #ewan mitchell x reader #ewan mitchell #asoiaf #asoiaf fanfic

[nightskyslayer2]

Aegon being extremely jealous because of Jaces obvious crush on his wife, showing her and their nephew she is his and his only.

Aegon x sister!wife!reader x Jacaerys SMUT

Part I (Part II)

It was a beautiful spring morning in kingslanding. A warm breeze flowing in the shared chambers of y/n and Aegon through the open windows. The princesses white hair gently flew in the wind as she sat at the table, quietly reading a book in peace as she had a few more minutes before breakfast would be served.

Y/n turned to the next page of her novel when suddenly the doors of the chamber opened with a loud noise. The poor girl jumped in her seat and got so scared, she almost fell off her chair. She cussed under her breath but relaxed as soon as she saw her dear brother and husband in front of her. “Gods, Aegon!”

Aegon chuckled, clearly amused by y/ns silly and anxious behaviour. “What?” he laughed warmly “am I not allowed to enter my own chambers anymore?” His cocky smile made y/n roll her eyes but she couldn’t help but laugh too. “You stomped in here as if I was in danger” she giggled and closed her book, standing up to greet her husband properly. Her brother still had this stupid grin on his face but it turned into a loving smile as soon as the princess reached up to kiss his cheek. His hands slung around her waist as he kissed her cheek - or rather the corner of her mouth - too. Y/n giggled in his arms, her head now resting against his chest, enjoying the tight embrace of his and breathing in his comforting scent. Aegon smiled down at his dear wife with loving eyes but it didn’t take long for the prince to find something to disturb this peaceful moment.

His gaze caught the eye of the big orange bouquet of flowers sitting on the table. Usually Aegon didn’t pay much attention to the decorations in their room, he couldn’t care less, but a bouquet as bright and as big as this one he surely would had taken notice of. It hadn’t been there yesterday.

His eyebrows furrowed in concern and he gently pushed his wife away from his chest. “Who gifted you these flowers y/n?” Aegon said while walking up to the colourful bouquet on the table. “There’s someone in the castle sending my wife flowers?- and you tolerate it?” He said as he took them out of the vase already devoted and ready to throw them out the open window. “No!” y/n stopped her brother by grabbing his underarm. “They are from Jacaerys.” She confessed but instantly regretted her honesty. “Jacaerys?!” He said out loud. “Jacaerys is sending you flowers??!” His tone was getting louder and more offending. “what on earth does this little bastard think he’s doing?” Aegon forcefully threw the bouquet onto the table and turned his body in rush, ready to stomp off in anger.

“Aegon please… Jacaerys was just being nice.” Y/n pleaded him to stay calm. “Being nice.” He scoffed. “Being nice to a wedded woman. My woman... He lost his mind” Aegon was in rage but y/n on the other hand had learned to stay calm and gently cupped his heated face.

“No, you’re about to loose your mind dear husband. Our nephew is no threat to us. He’ll never be. Don’t you worry” Her words and eyes full of love made him actually calm down a bit. “It’s not you I’m worried about in the first place” he said with some sadness and annoyance in his tone “he wants you y/n… you know he does. He always did… since we were children.”

Aegon was so protective over her. This man was constantly worried and scared she’ll leave him just like everybody else. Always anxious someone better than him will steal her away. He knew he had some complications and a concerning past but y/n change him. He was trying so hard to be better for her because in his opinion his sister only deserved the best. He still oh so often struggled with his feelings and the pressure he felt by others but y/n loved every fibre of his being.

“So? Jacaerys doesn’t matter. Who’s hand am I holding under the tables? Who’s arms am I sleeping in every night?” the young princess started to caress his cheek, showing him that there’s no other man she’ll ever be interested in and that there’s no reason to be worried about her or their nephew. “And whom did I swear loyalty to in front of the seven?” she paused, looking up at his softening lilac eyes. “Who’s child am I with?”

Aegon smiled at her last comment, never had he doubted at any chance given that y/n had laid with any other man than him. He gently placed his hand onto her stomach, the news she had told him a few moons ago were the best he had ever received. His heart ached with love at the thought of a little heir growing inside his beautiful y/n. His sister then slowly put her own hand over his, grinning up at him in true devotion and excitement.

But Aegons smile didn’t stay long on his lips. It dropped as soon as he had glanced over at the flowers again. He was staring at them for a few seconds, then returned to look into y/ns confused big eyes. “I still don’t like them.” he said dryly and the princess laughed at her silly husband. She kissed Aegons cheek sweetly before she hugged him yet again. “Orange? Awful choice he made.”

Shortly after, a maid had knocked and informed the couple that the family will be having breakfast in the gardens for the sake of their old king and father and the warm spring breeze this morning. To y/ns surprise Aegon contained himself very well, as it was now the first time he had seen Jacaerys again after the whole flower debate going on. He maybe was glaring at him every now and then but that was it. Aegon was trying really hard to focus on y/ns words she had told him earlier and just ignore him for the better.

Y/n was talking and laughing with her sister Helaena, sitting opposite of her, when Aegon noticed that their oldest nephew had been blushing and looking over at his wife for longer than his liking would allow him to. Aegon couldn’t help himself but scoff out loud in annoyance. Y/ns hair was gently laying on her back and over her shoulders, giving Jacaerys full view of her neck and cleavage. The princess could sense Jaces’ staring too but decided to send the brown haired boy a smile for appreciation before turning to her sister again.

That’s when Aegon couldn’t stand his nephews thirsting anymore. He abruptly stood up with plates and cups slightly shaking and held out his hand for y/n to take it. “Care to take a walk with me through the botanic gardens dear wife?” He stretched out the word ‘wife’ so hard it made their brother Aemond chuckle in his seat in amusement. Of course not only y/n and Aegon knew of Jacaerys crush on her. The poor boy was quite obvious to say the least and almost the whole red keep could connect the little puzzle pieces flying around.

Aegon linked his arm with his sisters and y/n and him disappeared around the corner. As soon as they were out of sight Aegon pushed her against a tree. Not too forcefully, as he knew there’d be a great possibility of y/n being with child, but also not quite gentle.

Y/n looked back at her husband in shock. Has he lost his mind now? But before she could say anything her brother pressed himself against her, trapping her between his body and the tree, slowly leaning in to whisper in her ear. “You’re mine.” He claimed. “You said it yourself but then you innocently smile at him…” her brothers fingers closed tightly on her hair and he warningly yanked her head back. “… as if you didn’t know about our nephews intentions to fuck you”. Y/n accidentally moaned at his action which drew a big sly smirk on Aegons lips. He hummed in her neck as he now hectically fumbled around with her dress in a hurry. He’d never admit it but he loved that stupidly innocent face expression of hers. It made him want to fuck any last sense out of her. His hungry eyes were looking down at y/ns pleading face. Little did he know how much she loved her brothers roughness whenever he got all angry and jealous.

But of course, Y/n knew better than to provoke him. When they were younger she often intended to and teased him on purpose but it didn’t quite end well. Not for the involved men and not for her nor Aegons own health. He had fucked his sister stupid for days, y/n secretly enjoying it but him on the other hand secretly suffering because the kind of neglect he experienced through it was all too familiar with him. He needed insurance and safety and it broke him to see his sister doing things like that just for fun. Luckily y/n had realised this as they grew older but to be fair, this time she truly just had smiled at Jace in matter of being nice and to end his staring. But apparently Aegons boiling blood because of their nephews behaviour had happened to spill over today.

it completely spilled

He had enough. Y/n was his. And he wanted to take her. No, he was going to take her. He was going to show her what smiling at other men would do. And especially he wanted to make himself feel better and more powerful and previlaged as their pathetic nephew Jacaerys, because he and only he could fuck his dear wife at anytime he wanted.

#aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen x you #aegon imagine #aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x you #hotd aegon #house of the dragon #aegon targaryen smut #aegon targaryen x reader smut #jacaerys valaryon x you #jacaerys strong x reader #jacaerys valaryon x reader

[beautifulfuckup99]

How about an insecure reader who thinks she is unworthy of love and keeps pushing JK away and wants to keep it just friends but he doesnt care and snaps one night showing her how much he wants her 🤭😉

Awe! So cute! Got you right now! Lol

Title: I can handle it

Warning(s): Talks of body weight, Insecure!Y/N, Face-S!tting, Dom!Jungkook, D!rty Talk, Spank!ng, Some Hair Pull!ng, Curs!ng, and some well-earned fluff!

Author's Note: So this will follow a curvy and/or plus sized Y/N because as a fellow 'big girl', I know we deserve some damn good smut too! Hope you enjoy! Oh! And this will be and "Idol!AU"...

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Monday:

"Jungkook, stop!" You snap, finally fed up with today as you move out of his arms. "I'm not going." You declare as you walk back into your closet to change out of the dress. Tonight was nerve-wracking. Management had given Jungkook the green light to make a public outing with you in order to confirm that he was in fact in a relationship.

This would be your first introduction to ARMY, this giant mass of unstoppable force, that could make or break you and your relationship. And you were panicking.

"Y/N, what was wrong with that one?" Jungkook asks in the same calm and soft tone as he always had with you.

But how long would that last?

How long would he put up with you before realizing he could have literally anyone else? Famous or not.

You were spiraling now.

Just fucking great!

"I looked like a fucking pumpkin!" You say with an eyeroll. "Tell the guys I'm sorry, go out with them on your own. We'll do this reveal another time." You state and Jungkook frowns, walking into your closet to actually face you.

"First off..." He says, eyebrows knitted together in slight frustration. He would never let that out in his tone though. "Orange is a great color on you. And secondly, we can't keep putting this off..." He says as you rummage through your rack of clothes to try and find something. Nothing looked good enough.

"Baby, could you please just leave? I wanna change." You say, never a fan of changing in front of him. He rolls his eyes at that.

"Y/N, we've literally had sex before, yet I can never see you naked? It makes no sense." He sighs and you turn to him.

"Out, Jungkook. Now!" You order as you fuss at him. He sighs heavily before just giving in and leaving. There was always tomorrow...

Tuesday:

"Mm... Something smells good..." Jungkook says pleasantly as he wraps his arms around you from behind. You sigh deeply and move from his arms, not liking the feeling of his hands so close to your stomach.

"It's nothing special." You say casually and Jungkook frowns a bit at that and sighs softly before letting it go. He did that a lot when dealing with you. But you were worth that. Even if you never saw it that way...

"Oh? Nothing special, my ass. It smells like Samgyeopsal!" He laughs softly and it almost melts your icy demeanor. Keyword: almost.

"Wait till it's done, to see." You mutter and he laughs more.

"No. Let me see!" He says as he tries reaching over you to uncover the pan.

"Kookie, no! Let it be a surprise!" You laugh as you move in the way so he can't uncover the pan.

"Let me see!" He laughs as he starts to play fight with you.

"No! Go away, wait till dinner!" You fuss and gasp as you feel Jungkook wrap his arms around you and you feel him begin to lift you.

"No! Jungkook, put me down!" You practically shriek in panic. He's quick to put you down and you push him away. "Don't do that! You'll hurt yourself!" You say as you back away, feeling panicked. Hiding your body with baggy clothes was one thing, but having him always trying to grab you and hold you? God, it was like he'd find out, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was dating a plus-size woman. And you didn't want that.

"Y/N, calm down. I was joking. Plus, I lift more than that at the gym-" You cut him off.

"I don't care! Don't do that again!" You say and huff before storming away, leaving your boyfriend upset and hurt in the kitchen.

Wednesday:

"What are you looking at?" You scrunch your nose as Jungkook gets comfy on the end of your bed, watching you as you read your chapter for the night.

"Just... Watching my beautiful, smart girlfriend read." He chuckles softly and you shift at that.

"Don't be weird." You mutter as you go back to reading.

You had this theory going. See, if you let yourself fall for Jungkook and all his sweet words, you'll only feel stupid when he finally comes to his senses and leaves you. So, acting cold and nonchalant? At least you could act like you don't care when he breaks up with you. And what's better is he'll never get the satisfaction of knowing he hurt you! It was the perfect plan!

"Why do you do that? Just take the compliment..." He sighs and you look up from your book at face him and breathe deeply. You knew you didn't have much time with him left. He only had this week off, hence why he wanted to come out publicly with you this week...

"No." You say finally and shut your book. He sighs and moves closer to you, gently touching your thigh and you grab his hand. "Night, Jungkook." You say simply and he sighs.

Thursday:

"Hey, baby. Good work out today?" You ask gently as Jungkook comes bouncing into your apartment.

"Yeah! It was great. You should come with me next time to-" You cut him off.

"I like working out alone." You state fast. Last thing you wanted was for your, very toned, boyfriend to watch you run on a treadmill for an entire hour.

"Well, I just thought-" You cut him off again.

"I like my privacy." You say and walk past him to go to your room.

"Y/N... Come on, I... I just think It'll be cool for you to watch me!" He tries as you shut the bedroom door. He groans and rubs his still sweaty face. He sighs and shakes his head. "Ok. I'll cook dinner tonight?" He calls with no response. "Ok. Got it..." He mutters and shakes his head.

Friday:

"Oh! Here." Jungkook says as he tries pouring more noodles into your bowl and you're fast to pull it away.

"No! I'm good." You assure fast as you shake your head.

"But you only had a little bit." He argues gently as he tries again.

"No, Jungkook. It's not like I need the extra food." You snort, trying to make light of your appearance. He frowns.

"What does that mean? Food is food." He says and you hum at that. "Y/N, I don't like when you-" You cut him off.

"Tell the truth?" You raise an eyebrow. "Jungkook, you look fucking amazing. That's a given." You state. "I don't, and that's just as obvious." You shrug.

"Y/N!" He says just as offended as he'd be if you were to make fun of him. "What's been going on with you this week? Ever since I brought up going public with you, you've been-" You cut him off again.

"A bitch?" You ask. You couldn't explain the attitude change. Maybe a part of you was hoping to tire Jungkook out enough for him to leave you? Maybe you were hoping to spend this whole week picking fights with him so you wouldn't have to go public with him? And then he'd go back to Korea and you two could go back to skype calls and long text messages instead.

"No! Y/N, stop." He says, shaking his head. "You're fucking perfect the way you are. I love you. Stop acting so... Cold." He says and you watch him closely and feel your heart clench at the fear of letting yourself believe him. You couldn't.

"I'm gonna go wash dishes." You state and get up, walking off.

Saturday:

"No. No this is all wrong." You sigh as you eye yourself in the mirror.

"I think you look sexy." Jungkook smirks as he comes around to grab you from behind as your eyes stay glued to your stomach area that you could see through the tight black dress you had on.

"No. You can see... Everything. And it's so... tight." You pout a bit as you feel the cool metal of Jungkook's lip ring trail along your neck.

"So? We're going out to a bar. You look good." He encourages as he trails his lips towards your pulse point.

You feel the anxiety building up as you think about tonight. Going public, what that means for you both. The 'what if's pile on as you stand there.

What if he gets bored of you?

What if you guys don't last?

What if you get hurt?

What if it becomes clear to everyone that he can do so much better?

You couldn't do this...

You liked your relationship over the phone. Where it was safe. Where he was where he was, and you were where you were. Where he only saw what you wanted him to see. Where you could hide from him. It's always easier to love from afar. You get to use your imagination for the rest and fantasy is always better than reality.

You were spiraling again...

Just fucking great.

"No. I'm not doing this. I can't." You say finally and pull away. "I look horrible, I'm not going out like this." You state as you try moving away from Jungkook, only to be yanked back.

"Y/N, enough." He says and you move away from him.

"No! 'Enough' yourself! I'm not going!" You huff and turn to go to the closet. "My fat ass is sitting hom-" You're finally cut off by Jungkook.

"Stop talking about yourself like that, god damnit!" He finally snaps and you pause, never hearing that tone from him before.

"I am sick of you acting like this. You're so fucking sexy, and you wanna walk around like you're not? You're driving me fucking crazy. Come here." He orders as he pulls you right against him.

"Jungkook-" He cuts you off again.

"I don't wanna hear you anymore." He orders. "Do I make myself clear?" He asks firmly as he grabs your neck to make you look up at him. You feel your face heat up and you can only nod. You feel his strong arms wrap firmly around your waist before he lifts you up. You want to stop him, you want to warn him about your weight, but you can't speak as he takes you to the bed and tosses you back on the bed.

He grips your thighs. "So fucking sexy. I love your thighs and ass." He pants and turns you on to your stomach fast. You're stunned by the strength. "And all you wanna do is talk shit about the body I love..." He growls and smacks your ass cheek, groaning. "Fuck, I love watching it jiggle." He groans and you moan at the sting.

You feel your dress bunch up at your waist and look back at him as best as you can as he smacks your ass again. "Fuck, baby..." He whispers and grabs your hand, pulling it to his crutch.

"You feel how hard you get me? Hm? And you still think you're not perfect? Please." He scoffs as you shiver at the feel of his bulge under your hand. You can't help but open your legs more in anticipation.

He moves away from you and lays back on the bed. "Come here." He orders and you open your mouth, but he grabs your face. "Did I fucking say talk? Hm?" He whispers as he shakes your head for you as you moan out a soft 'no', loving how he controlled your body.

"No. I didn't. Shut the fuck up. And get on my fucking face." He orders and your eyes widen, but you move on top of him, mindful of your weight still.

You hover over his face, and he grips your hips. "I said sit." He whispers.

"Jungkook, I don't wanna-" He cuts you off.

"Why do you think I work out every day? Hm? I can handle you, Y/N. I want you smothering me." He orders and you blush hard.

"Jungkook... I... J-Just... Tap out if it gets too much..." You whisper and he snorts at that.

"I'm a man, Y/N. Tapping out is for wusses." He states.

"You say that till you pass out." You mutter, trying to joke too. He looks you right in the eyes.

"It'll be the best way to go. Now sit." He orders and you bite your lip, but slowly lower yourself on to his face more.

"Watch yourself. In the mirror. Watch how sexy you are..." He whispers against your underwear covered pussy. You nod and slowly look up at the mirror as you feel his mouth move between your pussy lips. You gasp softly and run your fingers through his hair as he teases your clit through your underwear and leaves bite marks along your inner thighs.

Soon, your underwear is pushed to the side as he focuses on sucking and licking your clit. You try and keep your eyes open, but you're a moaning mess as you feel him work his tongue deeper between your folds.

"Ah... Ah... Oh, baby!" You moan and feel his tongue wiggle towards your entrance, slowly sliding into you. His arms wrap around your thighs, and he pulls you harder against him. You can feel his nose on your clit and his tongue moving deeper inside of you, and it's as if he's smothering himself in your pussy.

Looking in the mirror by your bed, you can see your hair a mess, your dress bunched up around your waist, and Jungkook's hand undoing his belt as he lays under you.

You groan at the sight of him using one hand to pull out his cock that's already hard. He strokes it as he focuses on eating you out.

"Oh, baby!" You practically purr, never feeling so... desired before.

He moans deeply into your pussy, and you can't help but rock your hips against his face, gripping his hair more tightly. "So good! It's so good! Baby!" You moan as your head rolls back a bit. You can't lift yourself up from his face even if you wanted to. His tatted and solid arm was still wrapped tightly around your thigh to hold you on his face like an oxygen mask. Oh, the irony...

"I'm gonna cum!" You moan out loudly, unable to stop yourself. God, you loved feeling manhandled like this.

Hearing your moans and cries, Jungkook grips your hips with both hands, moving you more so you're riding his tongue and grinding against his nose, making a mess on his face. "Oh... My god, yes..." You whine as you feel it building effortlessly. You needed this release. And all at once, it hits you.

"Jungkook!" You call out as you cum hard on his face. He doesn't stop though. You squeak at the constant rubbing on your now sensitive clit and fall back on to the bed to lessen the pressure on your bundle of nerves, but Jungkook doesn't let go of your hips, and instead moves to lay on his stomach, still eating you out.

"Oh my god! Baby! T-Too... Too much!" You pant as your back aches at the aftershock.

"Mm... so fucking sweet..." He mumbles against your clit between heavy pants, your juices covering his face like a freakin face mask. It makes you blush as he kisses up your body. "Get on your stomach. Face the mirror." He orders.

"I get it, you like my body-" He cuts you off.

"Too late for that. I want it drilled into you." He says and forces you into that position.

You blush hard and try covering your face, but he's quick to smack your ass hard. "Look. Look at how pretty you get when I slide in." He pants in your ear, and you shiver and look in the mirror.

You gasp shakily as you feel him start to slide in. "Atta girl. Stay just like that..." He praises breathlessly and reaches around to hold your neck as he fucks you slow and deep. His hand moves to your chin and pulls your head back so you can look up at him.

"You like to overthink? Hm?" He whispers and you blush but nod, admitting to being so trapped in your own mind. "It's ok, baby. I'll just fuck your brains out." He assures quietly against your forehead in an innocent and comforting tone before he kisses your forehead.

You can't help but hum excitedly and feel his thick cock slide out of you slowly. He moans lowly as your walls clench around him. "Fuck, baby. Don't wanna let me go?" He taunts and you giggle breathlessly.

"Fuck no. You feel too good..." You shiver and he smacks your ass.

"Yeah? Beg." He whispers and you moan softly as he slowly slides back into you.

"Please. Please, I-I don't wanna think more. Fuck me. Fuck me, please, bab-" You're cut off by him grabbing your hair hard and making you look at the mirror.

"Look at you. You see how fucking pretty you are? Hm? Did I get it through your thick fucking skull yet?" He whispers in your ear before slamming into you deeply, which makes you scream out in pleasure.

"Yes! Yes! Yes, baby. Yes!" You call out as he starts fucking you roughly.

"Say sorry for being so mean." He growls in your ear as he pounds you relentlessly.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, baby..." You whine, eyes rolling back as he starts hitting your spot. "Right! There! Oh my god!" You scream out as he keeps going, no desire to stop just yet, smirking at how he had turned you into a moaning mess.

"Fuck me back, baby. Let me watch that ass jiggle." He orders as he grabs your waist to pull your ass up. You shiver and start to fuck yourself on his thick cock as he smacks your now red ass cheek.

"Fuck yes. Bounce that ass on me, baby." He groans as you watch through the mirror as he watches your body in awe. He really did love you...

You feel your heart skip a beat. He did find you attractive. He did want you. And you had him wrapped around your finger with such ease. You'd spent all this time treating him wrong, to what cost? He was still here. He still wanted you. Who were you to get in his way?

"Kiss me." You shiver and he does just that, kissing you sloppily as your bodies move freely...

Sunday:

"Congratulations, you two! Beautiful couple, really." The paparazzi calls out as he snaps more photos of you as you hold Jungkook's hand tighter while being led out of the coffee shop you'd just finished having brunch at. You both smile sheepishly at the attention and say nothing, deciding that a statement wasn't needed...

You get in the back of the car first so Jungkook would have some time with his fans, to wave at them and such. You see different girls screaming to him about how much they love him and for a second you feel a tug to your heart. An ugly 'what if' trying to rear its ugly head. But instead, you just watch the man who had made love to you all night long last night and feel your breath return to normal.

You had nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing to worry about. Because you had a man who could handle all of you just fine.

And you could handle him too...

#bts #bts army #bts fic #bts imagine #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook imagine #bts jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut

[fuckmymunson]

🎄𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲:

Dom Eddie M. + prompts 97, 42, 39, 68

(if u can add in prompt 89)

💗💗.

I have, no words. Words fail me. I am so excited to do this. This was such a journey. It's WAY longer than intended. It's FILTHY. It's ME BEING A WHORE. Thanks to my wife @lil-quinnie who was there during the process and brainstorming with me.

CW: 18+, SMUT, MeanCheerleader!Reader (god, my favorite), (KindaMean)Dom!Eddie, daddy kink, use of toys, slapping, dacryphilia, slight subspace, dirty talk, a bit of a rushed ending cuz I didn't want to make it THAT big. I am a bit mean too but I love being a bitch too. | Word count: 2.5k (omfg), not proofread!

#39: “Enough, please, I can’t take anymore!” #42: “Spread your legs for mommy/daddy, I want to see you.” #68: “Shh, just look at me, baby.” #89: “Your thighs are shaking so much.” #97: “I was good while you were gone! I didn’t even touch myself.”

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Behind that bitchy, confident mask, there’s a whiny, submissive bitch. And Eddie knows it very well.

He knows how much of a fucking tease you are, and he learned how to handle it. He knows exactly what to do in order to turn you into a putty, teary-eyed mess. Eddie is extremely patient with you as well, even on those days when you are the brattiest brat in the whole world. Even when you are doing everything in your power to tease him, to edge him, to needle with him. When you grind up your cute, little cheer skirt against his crotch? He just sighs and smiles. When you spread your legs at the other side of the cafeteria by «accident», giving him the tiniest peak of the lacy, black underwear he bought for you? He just shakes his head and smiles, again: but, the grip on his lunchbox almost bends the shitty handle. When you drag him to the nearest empty classroom in between classes, kissing his neck and leaving him hard, on edge after the bell rings? He just fucking smiles again and kisses your lips lovingly.

Although, on his insides, his stomach twists with anger. He’s fucking pissed, and he knows the perfect way to get back to you.

It’s a Friday, so he knows you have cheer practice and you know he has Hellfire. Before leaving, you swing your bag on your shoulder, your orange and green pompoms peeking from your backpack. Standing on your tiptoes, you close your eyes ready for your goodbye kiss…

Which never arrives.

Eddie just tilts his head, kissing your cheek, not your lips.

“Baby—” You protest, but he’s already walking away with his hands in his pockets. “Hey!”

“Good luck, doll!” He says with a wave. Eddie is glad you can’t see the mischievous smirk on his rosy lips. 

You don’t catch the game he is playing at the moment. You feel upset, deprived of your goodbye kiss. Your respective activities flow without any problem, although you truly feel upset, because why on Earth wouldn’t he want to kiss you!? Eddie, on the other hand, just sits on his Dungeon Master throne, smirking, hiding his plans, and crafting new possibilities inside his twisted, little head. 

The rest of the club knows something’s happening, but they know better than to question him. 

Eddie knows how clingy you are to him, how the simple act of denying you a kiss will mess with your mood, and he relies on that.

When both after-school activities are over, he waits for you patiently outside the building, lighting up a cigarette. He hears you before he sees you. The loud snap and bratty tone only made his 

cock twitch inside his black jeans, the excitement runs high because he knows you have no idea, what he has in store for you. 

The front doors slam open, your furious stomping and kicking gravel announcing your presence.

“Leave me the fuck alone, Jessica!” You snapped at your teammate, who just flinches in sudden fear. “Can’t you take the damn hint?”

Rolling your eyes your resist the urge to push her and smear that loud bubblegum she keeps chewing all over her fried, bleached, blonde hair. Sometimes you can’t believe how fucking stupid these girls are. No wonder why they voted for you to be Captain, everyone else it’s dense as fuck. 

Instead of greeting Eddie with a kiss, you just walk past him, opening the van’s passenger door and pouting the whole ride to his trailer. Eddie pays you no mind, he just hums along to a random Metallica song, drumming his fingers against the wheel. The fact that he is ignoring you only irritates you even further, when you arrive at his lovely home, he doesn’t open the door for you, he just walks straight to the trailer, fidgeting with his keys and all the damn hello kitty charms you gifted him. You curse on your walk to his bedroom, throwing your backpack next to his bed, and sitting on the edge. He insists on ignoring you, removing his rings and leaving them on his nightstand, taking off his vest, and the worn leather jacket.

“Eddie” You call for him, starting to feel huffy at his behavior. 

“Eddie!” You call again, louder this time. 

No answer.

Eddie walks back to you, standing in between your spread legs. You raise your head to look at him, frowning: The look in his eyes, it’s something else. It’s feral, and you can see the darkness that lies within. The frown on your pretty face quickly melts. You gulp, suddenly nervous.

You know that look. 

His cold, pale hand squeezes your cheeks, and the way he looks at you it’s nothing more than belittling. 

“You’ve been nothing more than a damn tease, All. Fucking. Day” He speaks, in that deep voice. “You know better than to act like a whore, don’t you?”

At the lack of reply, he squeezes harder, making you whine in discomfort. 

“I asked you a question. Do you know what happens to girls that act like whores?”

After a brief moment of silence, you reply with a meek voice. 

“They get fucked like whores” 

He smiles, pure venom dripping down his pearly teeth. “Good girl, at least I know you can get some shit through that thick skull of yours” At his condescending words, you open your mouth to oppose. “Nuh-uh, I know what you gonna say, and don’t you dare apologize, it’s too late for that”

“Are you— are you gonna punish me?” You ask.

“You have no clue, doll”

A part of you, it’s somehow thrilled. Only god (or the devil) knows what Eddie has in storage for you, his look is a bad omen, but your tummy twists in anticipation. He can read it in your eyes, and at the way you press your thighs together. He checks the thrift clock on his nightstand and smirks.

“Gotta go, princess” He talks, nonchalantly. “Got a deal at 8 pm—”

Sometimes Eddie thinks you are the one who’s stupid. His hand yanks your hair the second you open your mouth, successfully shutting you up. 

“I’m talking, whore”

“Sorry, daddy”

“Like I was saying, I’m leaving, you are staying, and no pouting. You are gonna stay here, tied up, with your stupid pink vibrator inside your pathetic little pussy, okay? You are not allowed to cum, if you do I’ll know. You are gonna lay there, like the pitiful slut you are, thinking about what you did today, and how brats get punished” He slaps your cheek lightly, one, two, three times. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, daddy”

“Good girl, now get naked before I rip that uniform off you”

Spread, naked, humiliated. You bite your lip as he slides the pink, texturized vibrator inside you, on the lowest setting. Reaching for his back pocket, Eddie uses the black handkerchief to tie your wrists above your head in a simple knot. You could undo it with an easy hard yank, but you wouldn’t, and he knows you won’t.

A part of you wants to put off a fight, to see how far he can go, but Eddie is so goddamned scary when he acts like this. You watch his every movement, how he changes his shirt, the peak of his naked torso and tattoos making you clench around the toy. Grabbing his jacket and his beaten lunchbox, he kisses your forehead before leaving.

“Love you, sweetheart”

“L—Love you, daddy”

The next minutes, feel like fucking hours. You start to wonder if he’s taking more time than usual just to bother you and neglect you. The tears appear quicker than expected, and you bite your lip suppressing a moan, it’s so embarrassing, to be used as a sex doll, to be treated like an object, to be edged over and over, but… it feels so good. Having that power and authority snatched that quickly only turns you on even more. To even imagine what people would think if they saw the local mean, spoiled, vicious cheer captain being lowered to nothing more than a needy, beautiful bitch in heat, arching her back and moaning like a desperate slut, ready to beg and plead for the tiniest bit of release.

You close your thighs, which doesn’t really help at all. 

Pressing your head against the pillow, you inhale his scent, his shampoo, the lingering smell of cigarettes and week, getting lost in that hazy subspace slowly. Every single thought is being drained from your smart head, replaced by the only one who can make you feel like this.

“Eddie—” You cry to the empty room, closing your eyes and evoking him. Thinking about his strong, calloused hands maneuvering you, manhandling you. “Eddie…”

You think about the way he spreads your legs, how he slides his thick, hard cock inside you. God, you are so deep down in your own mind that you can hear him, calling for you, pushing you over that dreamland where he is the only habitant. His soft voice sounds so close, so real…

“Hey, doll” Eddie, the real Eddie whispers in your ear. He’s holding a strawberry milkshake, your favorite. “Missed me?” He chuckles when you nod dumbly. He places the cup on his old desk, walking back to you, he knows it’s your favorite. “Spread your legs for daddy, I want to see you” 

With a weak nod, you part your legs slowly. Your thighs shake slightly at the now unbearable overstimulation. Eddie smirks and palms himself over his black jeans, rubbing his cock unashamedly. He is obsessed with every single inch of your persona. To him, you are nothing less than a goddess. 

The stickiness drooling from your poor, neglected pussy makes him sigh spellbound. Eddie reaches for the toy, still buzzing cheerfully inside you. The hazy state brings you sweet illusions, he’s going to remove it, unbuckle his belt, strip down and finally fuck you. 

Spoiler alert, he doesn’t.

“Your thighs are shaking so much.” He points out, sliding the toy in and out of your soaking cunt. Eddie bites his lip when he notices the little puddle on his bedsheets, he wants to lean down and lick it clean.  “Want me to fuck you, baby?” Eddie asks with a fake pout, but you buy it anyways. You are so dumb you would agree to anything he says. 

“Uh-uh” You mumble, a tiny string of drool running down your pretty lips. “I was good while y—you were gone! I didn’t even touch myself— Daddy, I—I was good” Your hips rock in rhythm with the vibrator, the spirals in the toy rubbing against your tight walls deliciously. 

“No, you weren’t. You were a damn tease all day, bitch” Eddie huffs and keeps the toy inside again, licking his thumb before attaching it to your clit. He moves his finger in circles, making you moan his name loud enough for his neighbors to hear. “I’m gonna fuck you like the whore you are, maybe after it, you will keep in that stupid empty head of yours to not be a brat”

“I—I’m sorry!” You cry when he speeds on your puffy clit. 

“I’m sorry!” He mocks you with a chuckle. Eddie leans over you, his curls tickling your neck and face. He’s so close you can smell the cologne you gave him for Christmas, the tobacco of those disgusting Marlboros he smokes. His breath smells like a vanilla milkshake, he probably had one on his way home. “Look at you, fucking wrecked. That’s how I like you, you know my love? A beautiful, cock hungry slut”

Eddie laughs again when you seek his lips, urged to feel something else. You want his warm body against yours, his cock in and out of you, sending you down those special spirals of pleasure that only he seemed to crash into your body, mind, and soul. 

“My beautiful girl” He whispers, giving you a quick kiss. 

“Please, please—pleasepleaseplease fuck me!” You implore one last time, looking at him dead in the eye, biting your lip and arching your back sensually.  “Enough, please, I can’t take a—anymore! I need your cock Daddy” The last part is a murmur, just for him.

It works, though.

You watch with hearty eyes how he undresses at light speed, nodding excitedly when he yanks his jeans and boxers down, his cock exposed big and proud. You see every vein, the curve of it, you eye his balls, how heavy and tasty they look. You can’t help but lick your lips greedily when he strokes his cock watching you still from above, your pussy clenches around the toy. The way he is looking at you it’s absolutely sinful, he looks like the fucking devil itself. The mattress protests under his weight and you do too, impatient to have him ruining you. Eddie frowns, annoyed by the little attitude rush and slaps your thigh.

“Careful, bitch” He warns and you nod. 

When he, at last, removes the toy, he presses the vibrator against your clit just in time for him to replace the emptiness in your pussy. The action makes your pussy clench and then stretch to take him in. Eddie groans loudly at the extra tightness and you just gasp, feeling how the air is punched out of your lungs. 

“G—God, it should be illegal to have a pussy this tight and wet, baby” Eddie grunts bottoming out, still playing with your clit. He thrusts after a few seconds, moaning with you, reminding you how much of a slut you are, his slut. His precious fleshlight. His pretty bitch, his lovely angel. 

His, his, his.

“Mine, mine, all fucking mine” It’s all he says.

He fucks you until you go crosseyed, not even being able to talk, to thank him, to curse him. Eddie notices this and slaps your face, smiling when you cry. 

“Shh, just look at me, baby. Keep those cute eyes on me, okay?” 

The vibrator is soon discarded, substituted by his thumb. Eddie abuses your dripping pussy, his free hand torturing you as well. He slaps your face again and again and again until it’s warm and numb. He twitches inside you when the tears run down your cheeks and you sob, barely formulating dumb words. But he gets them anyway. His lips meet yours, basically drooling all over you, it’s such a sloppy, soggy kiss but it does the trick. 

More. 

You are so close, almost touching heaven. He slaps your tits a few times, pinching your nipples and making you arch your back. He’s also close, it’s almost painful. The form he is molding your cunt in order to fit his whole it’s intoxicating, it makes your head go fuzzy, and it feels so good to let go, to leave the conscious state and to be taken care of. 

Now that he knows you want more, he’s gonna give it to you, punishment already at the back of his mind. He’s gonna fuck you all night if he needs to or wants to. Either way, he knows you will let him. 

#omel is writing! #omel answers! #omenhel's 1.5k flowers! #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson st4 #stranger things smut #dom!eddie munson #dom!eddie #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader #mean!eddie munson #eddie by omel!

[jaazzpur]

Morningstar family redesigns

I kinda wanted to expand on my choices for my redesigns for fun

So first, Lucifer. I really don’t have a lot of issues with his original design, I think it’s fun and fits within the Hazbin universe! I just wanted to reimagine him.

I always liked the idea of Lucifer having curly reddish hair, something about his fall turning his hair red (this design isn’t 100% biblically accurate as it is just for fun), but I toned down the red to be closer to his original blonde since I also like blonde Lucifer, and I figured he’d liked to keep his hair neat so I decided to put it up and take away the hat

I wanted to keep the ring leader theme in his outfit, but I wanted to further incorporate the snake element in his design since I think he’d be proud of his fall (hence why his suit looks burnt and torn, and he shows off his burnt arm, I figured he’d do this intentionally to remind others of his rebellion)

Lastly I changed the entire family’s main colors to purple, as biblically out of the 7 sins Pride is purple and since he’s supposed to rule pride in the show I figured he’d be more purple themed then red, pretty simple🙏

Next Lilith, I think she was the only one out of the three where I didn’t really like her original design. Not only because she didn’t have much going on, but she also looked really similar to Lucifer, to the point where they almost look blood related.

I think Viv’s choices for Lilith were a bit odd, as she had SOO much potential that just wasn’t used.

I kept her blonde hair but I gave it some tan undertones and I put it up into a semi-low slicked back pompadour inspired by some hairstyles you might see young women have in the early 1900s or late 1800s, but I gave her a little down section that fades into a dark purple and looks somewhat feathery due to one adaption of her describing her as a “screech owl”. I kept the purple theme somewhat like the original and plus she technically rules over pride as well, I would have loved to have given her a red theme if pride was red.

Based on these different adaptations of Lilith a took inspiration from each, giving her a flame-themed dress and the upper body of a beautiful women yet still somewhat demon-like, I also put some fluff at the bottom of her dress since I thought it looked kinda like smoke puffs and clouds. Her stomach is covered with gold rings that look somewhat like a snake belly, and I gave her a necklace with a style inspired by some eastern jewelry, the jewels on her necklace are each the color of one of the 7 sins which I thought would be a fun touch and a little bit of a “showing off” of her role as the queen of hell.

lastly I kept her horns since she is meant to be a succubus, but I stylized them a bit to look less like those big ram-like ones since I didn’t really like how odd they looked against her head. I also gave her long slender fingers that faded to a black naturally as in biblical lore she steals babies from mothers and I thought making her hands that she stole the children with look creepy and eerie yet still beautiful was a nice touch.

Lastly, Charlie! Again, I didn’t really have a problem with the original design. I changed her suit color and theme to prides color, put I made her hair curlier and more red/orange like her dads, and I wanted some parts of her suit to resemble his a bit hence the buttons and the back of her suit going out like her dad’s (but a bit shorter for convenience.)

I imagine her being a bit showy so I kinda decked her out in silver, I thought it’d also be a fun mirroring of how her mom is covered in gold. Her shoes are pretty similar to the original, I put a little split at the front of the shoes in the dark purple since Viv has said she has little hooves which I’m not sure is true but I thought it was a fun idea so I kinda hinted at it with that

I changed her irises (is that what they’re called?) to look more snake-like like her dad, and I gave her little horns since I thought they were cute and I wanted her to maybe show them on purpose because she wanted to blend in more with the citizens of hell so they might feel less intimidated by her presence as the princess, that’s also why I didn’t give her a crown :]

Overall this was just a fun little project I did out of curiosity and boredom, these designs aren’t made to criticize or taunt vivziepop since like I said I love her designs already

#art #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel redesign #digital art #purple #charlie morningstar #lucifer morningstar #lilith morningstar #helluva boss #vivziepop

[onepiecepetalfanfics089]

(The whitebeard pirates) So if you write for them, can you write something along the lines that the (fem) reader gets princess treatment? who wouldn't enjoy that? I totally would!

Soft! Yandere <3

Like A Princess~

Out from your window the sunlight started to shine, making a slight groggy sound you groaned and pursed your lips together, yawning loudly and stretching to get the grogginess out of your system and fully wake up.

Slowly getting up from your rather large bed on the ship, you smiled softly.

“I wonder what we’ll be having for breakfast today!”

You said to yourself while stretching one more time and running your hands through your hair, your polished nails with your favorite color Izo painted for you showing your feminine grace perfectly. going to the bathroom and quickly getting ready for the day you quickly walked out onto the deck where pretty much everyone was.

The sweet scent of pancakes and other divine breakfast foods filled your nostrils, you grinned.

Your favorite!!…again..!

The sky was a beautiful set of pink, orange and blue to represent to the sunrise and you smiled softly, taking not of how amazing it was here..knowing that these people would do anything for you..

A loud laugh interrupted your thoughts as you blinked and turned around to see your captain, the famous Whitebeard with Marco calmly sitting on his shoulder with his usual lazy smile.

Grinning even more from ear to ear you looked up at the enormous man, placing your hands on his knee to get his attention.

“Good morning captain!” You Saïd cheerfully, staring up at the large and powerful man. Just that earned you a pat on the head, his rough and calloused hand gently rubbing your hair.

“Well if it isn’t our Y/N!..goodmorn’!”

Marco smiled calmly at you once again and flew down to stand beside you, giving a soft rub on the back which linger long enough for you to notice.

“You certainly took long to wake up..” he said with a soft chuckle. His smooth like butter voice ringing in your ears to the core.

Shrugging simply while your hands on your hips and smiling again you look up at him.

“A girls gotta have her beauty sleep!”

You said while looking around and squinting your eyes from the sun that was already high up in the sky by now.

“Speaking of sleep..where’s Ace?..”

You asked curiously while still looking around for him, trying to ignore the long stares you got from the two pirates like always.

“That boy’s probably somewhere burning something to flames again!”

Your captain chuckled again, causing a low rumble to come from his chest. You smiled and nodded while glancing around deck one more time.

“Ah! Alright then! Well I’m gonna go eat breakfast now! I’m craving pancakes epically this morning…” you said rather lowly and slowly tried to slip away from their stares and protective like closeness.

While walking back to the kitchen you let out a soft sigh of relief..

They were always so…watchful of you..

You loved the crew but you couldn’t deny they were rather personal with your clingy sometimes..

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Walking into the kitchen you plastered on a cheerful smile and sat down by izou who was resting his eyes it seemed while waiting for the breakfast Thatch was cooking up.

Almost as soon as you sat down they both noticed you and seemed to put on a pleasured expression on their face. “Good morning guys!..what’re you cooking Thatch?..well besides pancakes of course!” You Saïd with a little laugh.

“Well good morning dear! And yes of course I just made your favorite again! I even added a little cinnamon..just the way you like it.” He Saïd in a rather soft tone with a sweet and charming smile.

The cook of the white beard pirates smiled at you and put down a plate full of pancakes on the table with a side of eggs and bacon.

You gave him a thank you and was just about to take a bite of your breakfast but then Ace came in with his cocky but kind and wide, he seemed to stride and and plop himself right next to you.

“Ah Ace! I was looking for you you fireball!” You Saïd whine stretching his cheek playfully, he chuckled and casually put his arm around your shoulder which you didn’t mind much. “Yeah yeah well I was just busy doing stuff!”

“Oh yeah like what? Sleeping?” A smooth but almost strict voice said, Izoukas his fork in hand with a piece of well cut pancake on it.

His eyes were staring at ace before glancing at you, causing you to smile and laugh some more. The action caused Ace to grunt and scoff with a snort.

Izou then suddenly caught eye of your nails and noticed that one in particular was chipped, he took your hand quickly but gently as to not hurt you with a huff. “Oh child I just painted these yesterday for you! How did these already get chipped?” He asked while raising an eyebrow and pulling out the same color of nail polish he bought you and started to redo them again,shaping them and even adding designs from his home, Wano.

You blinked and smiled softly. “I don’t know Izou! I wasn’t really doing much yesterday..”

Thatch then picked up your fork with a huff, aiming it correctly towards your mouth with that sand charming smile.

“Now Y/N, you have to eat! Here, let me feed you while he does your nails..” he said in a rather soft tone and shoving the fork in your mouth before you could even reply.

Ace then held up his finger and lifted your plate. “Oh yea and while they’re at it let me just heat up your plate a little it’s getting cold..” he said with a tone that couldn’t even give you the chance to argue.

You couldn’t help but giggle as you had one of the most dangerous pirates in all the seas treating you like royalty and papering you nonstop. Nodding happily you just let it happen like you always did.

Not knowing that they wouldn’t just pamper you to get you to stay with them..

A few hours later into the day and the ship finally got land which Rakuyo announced.

Excitedly, you quickly got dressed in a new outfit Ace got you on one of his travels. He said it was from Alabasta or some place you couldn’t remember..

Putting on the fine jewelry and stuffing trinkets of shiny things Thatch and Izou got you into your purse, you then said goodbye to your captain who gave you about he’d head pat and even a hug like always and then headed out go and adventure on the new island.

The sky was still sunny and most definitely clear as you went out with Ace and Thatch, laughter was almost everywhere while you explored this new place with your favorite people you loved most..sure sometimes they could be a bit much and especially overwhelming with how much they seemed to favor you, it was alright in the end.

You just couldn’t help but love to be here and love the fact that you were having such fun with everyone! Nothing was really wrong in the end!

But of course, you didn’t know about all of the corpse’s that were burned,cut and of course beaten to death by your dear crew mates because those men just got too close to you..even your captain had to really go to town on one of them for daring to touch you at a bar you all were at..

What can they say? They were just a complete sucker for you and they couldn’t help but treat you like a princess in more ways than one..

Hey guys!! I really hope you liked this one because I did! Although I’m not that familiar with all the whitebeard pirates character traits and persona’s I did try lol 😂 I really do like this and I tried to focus on four different characters to really get the feel of it! Thank you so much to the person who requested this by the way!! I really enjoyed writing it! The next story though will of course have your favs 😋🫶🏼 and I SWEAR I’ll do better I’ve just been a bit stressed lately so please don’t fret and if you dont like this one it’s alright because im sure you guys will love my next one!!

Bye my lovely petals! I’ll be back on the usual posting schedule soon!! I’ll already be starting on my next story after this!

Love you all! 🌸❤️🌸

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[kwiwrites]

SOFT BODYGUARD REGULUS AND JAMES BECAUSE I. COULDN'T HELP IT

/// The Morning After | 574 words | Bodyguard Regulus

for u @veryinnovative winky face winky face

“Hey.” 

Regulus blinks gently, and his eyes flick up from where they were admiring James’ sloping collarbones just a second before. “What.” 

James grins, cheeky and wide. A cat that got the cream. “How unprofessional is it to fuck your client?”

Immediately, his eyes slit, and Regulus reaches over to swiftly flick the soft skin at James’ bare hipbone. “How hard is it to shut the fuck up?” 

Humming, he pretends to mull it over. James’ lips lift up into a smile again, and he pushes closer to Regulus, tangling their bodies even more: limbs wrapping around waists, noses nudging into shoulders and lips brushing against jaws and teeth. Regulus makes a soft noise of surprise, and his nose scrunches up in that adorable kitten-like way of his that makes James want to bite it- still, unsurprisingly, he melts into the embrace, pushing his face into the juncture of James’ neck. 

“Pretty hard.” James murmurs. Almost instinctively, he breathes in deep, inhaling that sweet scent of gunsmoke and strawberry shampoo that Regulus always seems to smell like. He loves it. 

“I hate you.” Regulus grunts. 

“Mmm. You had no qualms about fucking me though.” 

Regulus groans, and kicks lightly at James’ calf. James grins into his hair and snags his leg with his arm, hitching it up around his waist. “Fuck off. You’re so annoying.” 

“You love it, though.” James says, smirking in triumph when Regulus doesn’t deny it.” 

There’s another deep groan, muffled into his bare skin. “I’m going to get in so much trouble because of you. Dorcas is going to kill me for sleeping with my client. That’s like- rule number one of bodyguard etiquette. Don't fuck the client- don't date the client.” 

James shrugs, a motion which jostles them both. Regulus whines softly when his death grip on James’ waist slips, and he presses in again, wrapping his arms even more securely around him. 

“Don’t tell her then.” 

“She’s my manager.” 

“All the more reason to not tell her.” 

“You’re a terrible influence.” 

“I am.” James says, happily. He pulls back, slightly, hands warm around the back of Regulus’ neck, and oh- there he is. 

Regulus blinks up at him, nose still wrinkled, eyes wide and stormy and his hair is sleep-mussed and he’s sweaty and smells of sex and blood and there’s a little bit of lube still smeared on the sheets from their little adventure the previous night- and really it should be gross. With anyone else it would be gross. 

But god- it’s Regulus. Regulus who fights tooth and nail to protect him. Regulus who has killed for him. Regulus who stays up with him on late nights and indulges his mindless wine-drunk ramblings and Regulus who danced with him on Christmas and kissed him on New Years because no one else was there and it’s Regulus, who's supposedly his bodyguard but somehow became something so much more. 

“Hi.” James says, and his smile feels like it’s splitting his face open. A fault-line through earth, filling with wildflowers. 

The sunlight falls across Regulus in thick, dusty bars, and his face is lit with amber, spilling into the crevices of his teeth, onto his tongue. It pools, honey-orange, in his pupils. His flaky lips are tilted up into a quiet, gentle sort of smile that James wants to press his own mouth into and swallow. Drink him in, and he would probably taste like sticky tangerine juice.  

“Hi.” Regulus murmurs, and his tone is so hopelessly fond that James kind of just falls apart right there. 

#jegulus #marauders #regulus black #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders era #fanfiction #bodyguard regulus #swoons #microfic

[gogomatthew]

You’re mine

KINKTOBER DAY 2: Mutual masturbation

PAIRING: SPENCER REID X READER

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST HERE🎃💗

warnings: stalking • mutual masturbation • semi public sex • humiliation • phone sex • paranoia? • mentions of violence • let me know if I missed any •

A/N: sorry about the KTOBER delay.. this ones a little dark but ill make up with a sweet one next week! reminder english isnt my first language but feel to correct any grammar mistakes

summary: Spencer fears he is being stalked after receiving gifts from a secret admirer only to fall for her • MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI 18+

“Hey whats wrong?” Morgan stops Spencer as he rushes into the BAU frantic with an orange envelope at hand “Gather everyone in the conference room please” he gets out of morgans grip and makes his way there. “Whats this about?” Hotch walks in confused on the whole situation, raising a questioning eyebrow at Spencer “Ive been on edge the past month and yesterday I received this..” he hands the envelope to Hotch. Inside theres a handwritten letter with the words “I know you were thinking about me” and multiple photographs of Spencer jacking off in his room.

Truthfully he didn’t want to show anyone but this was getting out of hand. In the photograph his room was illuminated by warm toned lamp, his mouth hung open and anyone with half a brain could assume he was letting out sounds of pleasure, his head was thrown back and his eyes were shut tightly, while his hand wrapped around his leaking dick as he lazily sat on his desk chair with his trousers hanging around his ankles. Hotch’s eyes go wide for a second as he quickly puts the pictures away only making his subordinates blush grow a burning pink. The team share a few glances and connect the dots in an instant. “Morgan you have experience in obsession crimes.. what do you think this is?” Hotch asks after analyzing the letter he spoke up “Are these the only “gifts” you’ve gotten? any other notes we should know about?” morgan glances up at him making sure to put emphasis on the word “gifts”

“I-I mean theres always a lingering feeling im being watched and I got a bouquet of flowers last monday along with a letter every other day from a “secret admirer” but I didn’t think much of it.. I just assumed some neighborhood boy was playing a prank on me..” he says running his fingers through his silky brunette hair, clearly stressed out “looks like you’ve got a groupie” spencer looks back down to morgan “HUH?” morgan hands the letter back to spencer “The writing is clearly written by a female, its dainty and not aggressive.. almost as if to show her love and devotion to you instead of threatening you. That isnt to say she wont get violent later on.. it may trigger her to see you with another woman around her age maybe something set her off and decided to finally make her move.” hotch lets out a breath “Morgan, Reid, you stay here and find a motive, Prentiss and I will go to the scene and try to get more geographical information on how they even managed to take these photos.. wheels up in 30” and with that everyone’s getting to work.

They made a geographic profile, retraced steps, came up with a profile and even a plan on how to catch the unsub. “We think our unsub is a female in her mid 20s, if you were to cross her path shed blend right in, shes not very confident or careful but she is smart, if you bumped into her she’d apologize even if it wasnt her fault, she has an obsessive personality though she probably doesn’t even realize it odds are if she were to go through a psychotic break she would only go after Spencer or people close to him so we don’t have to worry about civilian safety” after notifying the local PD they develop a plan.. Emily was going to pretend to be Spencers girlfriend, holding hands on the subway, walking him home, spending time in his apartment ect, to get a rise out of the unsub, it was a long shot that youd even buy it if youve been stalking spencer but it was worth a try “you sure you got this?” she looks up at Hotch as he adjust her mic pack and silently nods as Spencer copies her movement.

That afternoon he and Emily walk out of the subway station hand in hand making their way to his apartment, god Spencer wasn’t lying.. Emily could feel eyes on her but couldn’t pin point where they came from but they managed to make goosebumps arise from her. That night there was no love letter at his door. This was either the start of a psychotic break or you backing down. Morgan was stationed at the location they assumed the photographs were taken, assuming you’d come back. Emily spent the night at spencers place and left during the early hours of the morning to make it all the more convincing. After she left Spencer did his morning routine like usual, a shower, setting the coffee pot, changing, grabbing his satchel and heading out but he was stopped by a piece of paper that was stuck between the front door and the frame, falling onto the ground. The note was different, it seemed messy and rushed. It read “Im still here” a shiver ran down his spine. His gut told him to just get on the subway and go to work and develop his highly intelligent team but his brain told him to take matters into his own hands. He stormed out of his building and made his way onto the sidewalk hoping to be able catch you before you got too far. He had the profile now all he needed to do was find you and he knew just how to do that. He stormed into the subway station proceeding to walk a little faster than usual. He felt eyes on him and immediately he turned around and met your eyes by sheer luck. He kept his eyes on you and you stayed frozen in place looking away from his gaze but not moving an inch.. could it be you? He knew morgan always trusted his gut and maybe it was time he did the same. As he started approaching you your eyes went wide and you sped walked away. You fit the profile, the only thing they didn’t mention was how attractive you were. He caught up to you quickly having the advantage of long legs “hey” he puts a hand on your shoulder giving you goosebumps “im meeting my girlfriend for coffee but I dont know which track to take.. do you think you could help me?” he give you a nice smile that you return but he notices your demeanor going cold at the word girlfriend.

“yeah totally! where are you meeting?” your fists are clenched at your sides, this was almost too easy “Virginia coffee house” he says simply “you’re gonna want to take the 53, it should get here in about 10 minutes.. that’s actually where im heading too” he smiles a little wider “I don’t suppose you mind waiting with me then?” you nod “not at all!…” you fidget with your fingers “actually im gonna go to the restroom” you turn to rush off with him hot on your heels, he wont forgive himself if he lets you get away.. he has to trust his gut when it’s screaming right at him he needs to know more. He follows you into the bathroom at the station which is thankfully empty and locks the door behind him “Spencer what are you doing?” you say and quickly realize your mistake as his expression falters “I never said my name was spencer..” your eyes widen as you start to back up into the sink “sorry I- my brains all scattered” you try to play it off with a laugh but hes not laughing. He starts to get closer and closer to you as you continue to step back “heres what I think and feel free to correct me if im wrong, but just know ill know if you’re lying, I study human behavior for living but of course you already knew that” your backed up completely into the sink and have nowhere to run as he continues to get closer until he finally towers over you face inches apart “I think you’re my little groupie.. I think you watched me get off and took pictures to touch yourself too.. I think you leave love letters at my door.. I think you’re jealous of my fake girlfriend and I think..” he whisper the next words right into your ear “you’re desperate for me” he hates to admit it but some animalistic part of him just wants to take you right there in the bathroom and make you scream his name to humiliate you just as you did to him. You’d proudfully admit that his accusations made your panties soaking wet, having to squeeze your thighs together for any friction.

Just then a loud knock at the door interrupts you both breaking away “whys the door locked?” you hear through the door “you’re right” you say before speeding off and disappearing into the crowd as soon as the lady at the door gets it open. Spencer rushes out ignoring the strange looks he gets but ultimately looses you. He lets out an exasperated sigh and with that hes on his way to work.

Coming back to an empty apartment was never fun but he couldn’t shake his head off with what happened just a few hours prior in that bathroom. He starts palming himself through his trousers and groans wishing it was you. He unbuttons his jeans and pull out his dick, stroking it as it fill the room with the wet sounds of his precum smearing all over his shaft “fuck” he sits at his desk and there he sees you. You’re on the balcony of the building across the street. The complex next to the one morgan was previously situated at the day prior. Camara leaning next to you, phone in one hand as your other hand starts to glide down your abdomen between your thighs successfully getting a whimper out of Spencer.. hes never been this exposed. He hears his phone ring and you mouth at him to answer it and he obeys. You let out breathy whines as you start to circle your clit matching the pace of the hand wrapped around his dick. His eyes are open staring straight at you, he dosent want to miss a single second of this. His own morality not even bothering him anymore, not when he feels this good and has this view. “Fuck” He stands up from his seat and walk closer to the window, he starts to glide his hand faster even teasing himself by running his finger through his slit “mmm” he knows you can hear him but he cant hold back his sounds god hes never felt this good under his own touch, he thinks it’s pathetic he has to imagine its your even though you’re only a few feet away. “faster” he demands. His ty is loosened but his shirt is still on and how you wish you could just see all of him, you insert 2 fingers into yourself struggling because theyre not long enough to give you as much pleasure as you need, you lean over the edge and hold on to the railing of the balcony giving spencer a better peek at your tits “you’re fucking c- crazy” he says with heavy pants inbetween every word “me? im not the one stroking my dick to my “stalker” god you hated that word but you heard him refer to you as that before, he lets out a deep growl “yeah well im not the stalker” the call is filled with whines and moans from both ends, you start nearing your climax “im gonna- hah-“ your words are cut off by your loud whimpers “aww cmon baby- you can write someone whos never even seen you heartfelt love letters but cant- ah finish- mm your own sentence” hes teasing but in reality hes in the same position as you “fuck- you” his open mouth turns into a smirk “bet youd like that” thats it, something in you snaps and your practically screaming and writhing in place as Spencer delivers his final pumps to his cock before he’s leaking cum onto his own chest with heavy whines as he tries to catch his breath with his eyes closed.

When he finally opens them to see you shock is evident in his face when you’re already gone and the line is left ringing. He buttons his pants and runs to his front door trying to catch you but instead his eyes land on another envelope. He opens it expecting it to be another love letter and pictures of him jacking it only to be met with photographs of YOU touching yourself, your mouth dropped open, hand on your pussy, only showing the bottom half of your face, the note attached reads “you have my phone number now.. id appreciate going on a date with you before you turn me in - your dearest Y/N” god this was going to be fun.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid smut #dom spencer reid #sub!spencer reid #dark fanfiction #criminal minds

[maggstar]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞: 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐃𝐢𝐞

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+, mni DNI!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when Y/N is moving to a new place, she asks for some help. To her luck, the handsome officer living nearby picks up her call to lend her a "hand".

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, sappy asf, cop!Hee, confession, kissing (tongue action yall know it), mutual touching, oral (f. and m.), 69.

𝐖𝐂: 3.2k

𝐀/𝐍: Hello my lovelies, I'm back (not for long). I have been promising a cop!Hee fic for so long that I've decided to feed yall with a prologue at least. Hope you like it!

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 Summer 2022

"Oh, come on now, we're not even halfway there!" the lilting tone emancipated from afar, shifting through the rooms of the empty apartment to place the piles of carton boxes in their assigned spot. 

They were all different sizes, some possessing parts of old furniture or newly bought ones, decorations, and daily-life equipment, carefully packed and branded. It seemed as if the amount kept growing with each placement, countlessly checking the truck.

Moving shouldn't have been such a demanding process, yet Heeseung found himself sighing every minute, constantly puffing after successfully delivering a package. The sweat on his forehead kept amassing, bringing his gaze to the flaming orange star. As if the hot weather wasn't enough, the lack of clouds deprived him of cooling down a little. 

He regretted dressing up for the occasion because he only wanted to rip the beige Hawaiian shirt off him. It went well with the iceberg-pleated shorts, but he would have been better without it. At least the brown aviator sunglasses were somewhat helpful, giving off the cool vibe he dearly lacked. It was all an attempt at impressing the female whom he decided to help, postponing everything on his calendar. 

With a dramatic sigh, he looked back at the mentioned one, hopping from one leg to another, hips swinging to the sides at each jump.

There was a dazzling smile glowing amidst those moves, radiating bright energy, swaying her head from left to right. The wavy hair created a breathtaking shot in that lavender-colored jumpsuit, soaked in its splashy floral pattern. It all added to the sweet image, complemented by a charming personality. 

Heeseung didn't know what about her turned his insides upside down. There were too many factors about that breathtaking beauty to pinpoint one. From her looks to her brains, she was a flawless 10 out of 10. A woman every man could only dream of. 

He was one of those men, dreaming about her every night after hitting bed. At this rate, it was turning into a habit. His head would automatically wander to her curvy shape once he shut his eyelids. Her long and slender shoulders were a sight to see, and he imagined running his fingers on them. Sometimes he visualized her powerful thighs, hungering to feel them in his hands. His ultimate wish was to reach her back and squeeze her buttocks as much as possible. He was a pervert for fantasizing about her in such inappropriate ways. However, he couldn't help it. 

She was incredibly attractive, and even if he tried to look away, his vision still ended on her. It was unavoidable. She was gorgeous.

"Lee Heeseung! Stop being a baby and help me!" the bundle of joy reprimanded, looking back with knitted eyebrows. 

Nothing appeared better right then, content with the outcome of her decisions. It almost made the volunteer forget about the awaiting unboxing. He could sense the exhaustion steadily approaching from the corner, taunting the weary with its impact. 

She crouched down to organize the pieces in the corner, not anticipating a figure approaching from behind. 

"Oh, you did not just say that," he called out, hands stretching to the sides of her torso, ignoring the loud no's as he came closer to the desired location. At that moment, the secret weapon was released. The victim fought for air, their laughter overconsuming it all, hands trying to stop the intolerable torture. 

"Yah! Stop!" they yelled, slapping the boy's arms, squirming in his imprisonment. The imbalance in the position caused them to fall over, bringing the perpetrator with them and landing on the floor together. 

Heeseung stopped once his eyes locked with hers, staring into those beaming green orbs, casting rays of bliss. 

It was as if he was looking at pure euphoria, smearing its gilt palms on him, like a warm blanket on a cold day, whispering sweet nonsenses. He couldn't cease admiring the view, the corner of his mouth lifting unknowingly. It was immaculate, its face round as an apple, light brown dots etched around its Grecian nose, forsaking their presence at the plump upper lip, overshadowing the bottom half, completing the perfection.

He hoped this moment could last forever, with her beside herself with joy, grinning and holding onto him, pledging its eternity. It didn't have to be authentic, just the thought calming his anxious soul, questioning the length of this point before disintegrating in his grasp. 

Yet, staring into her almond-shaped eyes reassured the worried. His fingers ran through her silky hair, body slightly freezing in surprise, gasping at the unexpected gesture. The change in her breathing didn't miss his sight, caressing her head overfilled in worries and pang, hoping to divest them.

If only he could sweep away all of the trouble from her system and hold her close eternally to provide the oughted warmth and comfort. He appealed to the universe to provide her with the needed healing. To replace the bandages and plasters on her crushed soul with long-lasting stitches and disallow the wounds from ever opening up again. 

The universe found it amusing that he kept asking for something already there from the beginning, fulfilling all his requests without his knowledge. It was as snug as a bug in a rug, watching over the little one and protecting her in its embrace. It was all there, slanting over her with doe eyes, creating temporary crow's feet.

"You won't go, right?" she asked, swallowing the sudden change of emotions, the numbness and fear heckling to emerge. The despair on her brows drew in, transmitting through as her jaw pulled in. 

He shook his head, soothing away the dread with a peck on the rosy cheek, "No. I'll stay with you."

"Promise?" she held onto his collar, pulling him closer till their foreheads kissed. Oh, how much she wanted their lips to be the ones who connected and chafed against each other, devouring one another in ardor. She was foolishly hoping for the upcoming redness to evaporate, not embarrass her in front of the mighty male she so broadly adored. 

Was it the bambi eyes blanketing her in love or the warm palm holding her petite hand that made the girl swoon? She couldn't ignore the effects of this fine man in front of her. Her true intentions have been bottled up for so long that they began opposing. They wanted to shout and express the overgrowing desire evolving into a blooming garden of affection. 

"Promise," was all she needed to hear to pull him closer and make her dream come true without hesitating. To her surprise, nor did he.

It was like they'd both waited for this spectacular moment to happen, not getting enough of it. Their hands roamed on each others' backs, attempting to draw in the other as much as possible. They practically crushed their noses while doing so, forgetting about breathing for the upcoming seconds. The only thing they could focus on was the bliss it provided.

The ravenous act of love was so passionate that it almost made the woman collapse, holding on to Heeseung's T-shirt. He was in his world, experiencing the most pleasing kissing. 

No previous connection could match the intensity and perfection of this moment. It was such an anticipated fantasy that he struggled to fathom her soft lips brushing against his. The way they collided with his was sensational, relinquishing every thought in his brain. 

There was only this tingly feeling leading from his chest in between his legs. He was all over the place, but so was Y/N.

In her 21 years of living, she had never been French kissed before, and this was the first time she allowed someone to try it. Despite her strong resentment against the act due to finding it unhygienic, she let the man she dreamed of having for so long play with her tongue. For once, she ignored picturing bacteria transmitting through saliva and wrapped her arms around his neck.

And Heeseung made sure she wouldn't regret it. 

As soon as he gained access, he tenderly slipped inside her mouth with his warm and wet tongue. He painted her walls in adore, cupping her cheeks to bring them in. That way, he could also pull her closer and deepen the kiss. 

They both found the sounds of wet smacks bouncing off the empty room stimulating, letting out a few whimpers. 

"Heeseung, I want you," she started sucking on his bottom lip, voicing her frustration by occasionally biting. It didn't hurt, but it was enough to bring him back from the dazed state she left him in.

"I want you too," his fingers lightly slid down her arms, sensing the change in her heartbeat. It continued grazing over lower, barely touching her skin.

The teasing threw her over the edge. She just wanted him to tear off her clothing and wander his veiny hands all over her chest. To squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples until she couldn't handle it. She wanted to become an utter mess underneath him. 

"Please, love me," She felt like an animal in heat, unable to think of anything else than the longing desire in her system. It repeatedly screamed his name in the most alluring way, gluing onto his mouth like it was the last time. 

The combination of his lustful gaze and comforting smile was an unbeatable experience. His eyes were the key to his soul, expressing love and appreciation with one beguiling look. 

"Can I?" he asked in her ear while playing with her earring, hooking onto the hems of the jumpsuit. 

"Yes, quick," she appealed, the urge intensifying each minute. Without having to ask, she began unbuttoning his cotton T-shirt, having a compulsion to rip it apart. 

His tongue was back trekking in her mouth, concealing her aching lips in the warmth of his saliva. Y/N couldn't properly focus on the cursed buttons when he delicately declared his delight in the kiss. It was impossible to do anything with him quietly moaning, stumbling over her consciousness.

"Fuck. Are all police officers this hot?" She exhaled at the mouthwatering view ahead. Her eyes rolled when her palms slid against his naked skin, the coldness causing them to flex. She knew about his exquisite physique before but never had the chance to see it up this close.

His muscles had always been visible through any piece of clothing, and Y/N found herself staring at every opportunity. Her hands couldn't stop touching his delicate skin, desperate to kiss and mark every spot. Just picturing him in purple love bites did wonders to her woman parts.

At this point, she was openly drooling over him. 

"You should look at yourself," He blushed at the compliment, pulling the piece of clothing off her. His leg pressed against her core right after, adding a log into the fireplace. She closed her mouth to conceal her needs, shutting her eyelids when his knee rubbed her clit. Was she too blatant with her thigh squeezing? Fuck. 

"You're fucking gorgeous," he leaned over, tracing her chest and torso with his nose. Seeing her in her undergarments and face scrunched in pleasure spurred his aching shaft even more. The addicting scent of shea butter absorbed every part of her, placing him under a spell with her features.

He placed delightful pecks on her stomach to ensure her comfort and safety, a feeling of happiness and contentment in his presence.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," his moans wiped down her thighs, licking and kissing everywhere. Her insides began burning, and she found herself desperately gripping his hair. The compliment he just dropped on her head blasted through her ears, flushing her cheeks in a rosy pigment. 

He had to have a lot of adorers in his past, and she didn't doubt it was the same in the present. His visuals were better than the models on magazines, a mixture of soft masculinity. Looking at him made her gasp consistently, habitually admiring his breathtaking assets. He was a work of art, and she couldn't stop admiring it.

"Heeseung," her breath lingered, staring at the savory growth behind his sweatpants. The outline, which appeared immensely luscious, provoked her intrusive thoughts to yearn for it. To lick and suck on it like candy until reaching a sugar crash. 

"Please let me put it in my mouth," the desperation transferred, sitting up to flip sides. He stared at her in shock from the floor with hands above his head, having hers wrapped around his wrists. Her sudden revelation caught him off guard, sensing his friend wholly waking up at the lewd confession. 

If it wasn't obvious how much he wanted her to have him her way, he wasn't sure about anything anymore. His heart was merely beating for her, picking up speed in pumping blood around his body. It was inevitable, particularly when she circled her tongue around his teats.

He would lie if he said he had experienced such a dirty act before, twitching and squirming from the kitten licks. He wasn't sure if it being his first time caused such a mercurial reaction or her being the one suckling on them.

Either way, Heeseung wasn't complaining one bit. He permitted her to play with them as she desired. 

"You're all I've ever dreamt of," her breath skimmed lower and lower until it recoiled up on his crotch. Both sighed at the highly-awaited instant as if they had been waiting for it to happen forever.

Y/N took in the paradise and rested her face on it, massaging her cheek against it. She was roaming in a daze, omitting everything around and focusing on the growing element beside her. 

All these lascivious acts made Heeseung think Y/N was an expert, not having a second to figure out his methods. They were thrown out the window the moment she pulled down his shorts and Calvin Klein boxers in one go, uncovering his nudity all to herself. He goggled at her from the uncatchable pace, leaning against his elbows for balance. 

"God, Hee," she wrapped her hand around the leaking material, leisurely smearing the pre-cum on the head. 

"Y/N," he hissed, watching his thick cock twitch in her small hand, throwing his head back. Once her thumb circled his tip, his testicles drove in. They uncontrollably pulsated with each hoop, losing control over their equipoise.

Her sparkly orbs, gazing at him from below while gingerly kissing the base, pushed the filthiest groans out of him. He could cum from her lips polishing his member, the delicate touch reminding him of a feather. 

"No more teasing, please," his hips raised, pressing his thick cock against her rosy cheek. He couldn't hold his desire any longer, practically begging her to suck him dry. 

"Oh? So what do you want me to do then?" her lips entangled around his tip, turning into a feisty smirk.

"Put your tongue on it," he pleaded, his knees turning numb from the ecstasy. 

"Like this?" her eyes looked up at him between his legs, sticking out her tongue to draw perfect lines across his treasure. For an answer, she received a loud groan alongside a light thump into the ground. She was playing a dangerous game, but it was too amusing to miss. 

"Look at how your cock twitches when I do this," she snickered, licking him from the top to all the way down to his balls. They were also in need of attention, and Y/N didn't forget to engage them in her playtime. 

"Or barely lick your head," she demonstrated the act, causing Heeseung to shiver in her grasp. 

"It makes me wonder how it'll react if I decide to put it in my mouth," her last word got nearly swallowed as she answered her question, leaving Heeseung in utter disarray. His brain resigned, incapable of handling the sheer amount of pleasure. If it stayed any longer, it would go insane. 

"It's so soft," she furrowed her eyebrows upwards, her hands coming back to wander on his buttery skin. 

"So tasty."

"So beautiful."

"So perfect."

It hit the back of her throat, face entirely buried into his crotch, satisfied blusters opposing as a reaction. She found it adorable how he desperately held onto her hair, trying to shove himself even deeper. It was so incredible that he struggled to contain his growing lust, prompting him to unravel his aggression. 

He wanted to grab her silky hair into a ponytail and mercilessly guide his dick deep down her throat. To watch the lump in it growing and disappearing with each pulse while her eyes looked straight into his.

He couldn't hold it anymore. 

He had to taste her.

"Turn around and sit on my face," he conveyed, seductively running his tongue over his lips. 

"What?" the shyness transferred to the opposite side, goggling at the depicted request. 

"Come on, don't be shy and sit on my face, princess." 

Y/N hesitantly looked at the stripped man, who was calmly lying with his arms behind his head, lustfully eyeing her up. 

"Ride it until you come down my throat," the nasty invite slipped out his mouth carelessly, putting on a smirk to secure its impact. 

"You know I'll lick it all up."

The woman's jaw dropped at the proposition, heavily floundering with her senses. Her interiors thawed at his sensual words, screaming at her to turn around and do as he demanded. 

"I don't want you to suffocate, dumbass," she lightly punched his arm, trying to dissipate the butterflies piling in her stomach. She didn't want to seem like a nuisance with her subtle shots at the getaway. However, her confidence wasn't the biggest one out there. 

Being on top wasn't the issue, but being that exposed to Heeseung. She always found it uncomfortable to have guys looking at all of her. Relaxing in someone else's arms was a problematic obstacle.

Heeseung wasn't an ignorant person not to notice the modest hints, settling to act rather than unroll the tangle of unnecessary insecurities. 

With that determination, he lifted her and placed her on his face without warning to get her raw reaction. 

At the same time, he found it foolish to waste a minute arguing. 

Instead, he could use it to eat her out and show her immortal magnificence.

"You have no idea how good you look from here," both ended up facing each other's genitals, admiring the glorious piece of art. She stared at him covered in her saliva mixed with precum, its size managing to develop more with each touch. 

Heeseung was playfully running his finger around her slick hole. The amount she had produced was more than he could imagine, the sticky material creating squelching sounds. His index traveled upwards, smearing the juices on her swollen clit.

"I could just play with you all day without ever getting bored," his finger disappeared inside her, unweaving a beautiful whimper. 

"Just run my finger up and down your pussy until you can't handle it," he smoothly pushed another in, her fluids substituting lube. 

"So warm and tight. All just for me," his nose hit her clit, soaking up her scent in an instant. 

"Heeseung," she sighed, holding onto his legs for support. 

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you more, Hee."

...to be continued...

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Logan Smut! 7 minutes in Heaven with Logan- He’s dared to choose someone in the group to play with and he picks you! He’s so sweet and nervous but also frat boy coded I imagine he’d be cocky as hell when he’s in the group and choosing you, but as soon as you’re alone he reassures you that you don’t have to do anything at all if you don’t want to, you ask him what he’d want to do if you’d say yes to anything and you spend all 7 minutes making out and whispering in each others ears everything you would do to the other, coming back out of the closet he’s hard and you’re both scarlet red and clearly dishevelled from making out with your hands in each others hair and all over your bodies but manage to somewhat keep your cool until you can subtly leave the party and act on your desires

!! logan weekend requests are now closed !!

i love frat boy logan so much. and i know literally nothing about fraternities so please don’t come for me. this turned out longer than i meant it to

Logan Sargeant was your typical frat boy. He had the blonde hair, the toned body, hell, he was even from Florida. You had a few classes with him here and there, all of which he chose to sit in the back with his friends while you sat further towards the front.

He was constantly hanging out with the other guys in his frat, all equally athletic and equally popular.

You friend had begged you to go with her to one of their parties. She suggested that maybe you meet one of the guys and hook up, let loose a little before midterms. You agreed to go, only to get her to stop begging you.

The house was crowded. Multicolored lights flashed in the living room area, making it seem like more of a rave than a party. You make your way to the kitchen in search of something to drink when you see Logan. Like usual he’s got his group surrounding him. He looks up to make eye contact with you and gives you a nod and a small smile.

You feel yourself flush, turning away and taking a drink. You keep near the edge of the party for most of the night, just people watching, until your friend grabs your arm. She’s definitely tipsy, her eyes glazed over and her balance slightly off.

“Come on, we’re going upstairs to play seven minutes in heaven!” She shouts over the music.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You tell her.

“Fine then. I’ll go by myself.” She huffs as she stomps upstairs.

You follow her, afraid to leave her alone. When you get upstairs you see a group of people in one of the bedrooms, almost huddled together in a circle. You recognize Logan and a few of his fraternity brothers.

“Two more players!” One of the guys shouts.

Everyone takes a seat on the ground as the rules are explained. A bottle sits in the middle of the circle and gets spun. Whoever it lands on has to pick who they want their seven minutes in heaven with, and the two of them will be locked in the closet for those seven minutes.

The game starts off as expected. The bottle lands on someone and they pick to go with their boyfriend/girlfriend, then come out of the closet giggling and blushing.

You’re not too surprised when Logan’s fraternity brother Oscar ends up picking your friend. They’d been seeing each other on and off for the past few months.

When they come back brandishing unruly hair and lipstick marks down Oscar’s neck, everyone cheers.

When Oscar spins the bottle after returning, it lands on Logan. Various girls in the group all give him a flirty smile, hoping to advance their chances on him choosing them. His choice however, comes as a surprise to everyone in the group.

“Y/n.” He says, smirking.

Oscar looks surprised, but a grin rests on his face.

You slowly stand up and walk to the closet, Logan following you with a hand on the small of your back. Someone closes the door behind you, and sudden you’re trapped in dark, close quarters with Logan.

He reaches up to pull the string connected to the light, illuminating the room in a warm orange glow.

He looks almost nervous, holding his hands behind his back. “We don’t have to do anything.” He tells you softly.

“Why did you pick me?”

“What?” He asks.

“Why did you pick me?” You repeat your question. “I didn’t even think you knew my name, and there were a lot of other girls who would’ve killed at the chance to be in here with you.”

“I know your name…” He says, with almost a defeated tone in his voice. “I know a lot about you, actually. I know what songs you like because you tap them on your desk with your pencil. I know what kind of books you like to read because you’re constantly reading up until class starts. I know what classes you like, and which ones you don’t based on how you interact with the professors.”

“Wow.” You’re shocked. You didn’t think you were even noticeable to Logan.

“And I know you don’t want to be here at this party, so I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to.” He says.

You look up into his pretty green eyes and feel a pull towards him.

“What would you do though? If I let you?” You ask him quietly.

He takes a deep breath, then answers. “I would hold you close, like this,” he places his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. “Then I would guide you to hold me.” He slowly lifts your arms to rest them over his shoulders. “And then I would study your face, try to memorize every little detail.” His eyes travel around your face, back and forth between your eyes, then to your nose, then to your lips as he leans his forehead against yours. He bumps your nose softly with his, then looks down at your lips. “And then I’d kiss you.”

It’s like he’s put you under a spell. You glance down at his lips. “Kiss me.”

He tilts his head forward, capturing your lips with his. The kisses start soft but get needier and needier as you keep going. His tongue slips into your mouth tangling with yours as you tangle your hands in his hair. He steps forward, making you back up against the wall, and presses his hips against yours.

Just as you reach a hand down to slip under his shirt against his abs you hear a knocking on the door.

“Times up!” A voice you recognize as Oscar’s shouts.

You pull away from Logan and attempt to catch your breath. He does the same, a pink blush covering his cheeks.

“We should go out there.” He says, a small smile on his face.

“How are you planning on hiding that?” You laugh as you point at the very obvious tent in his pants.

“I don’t need to, you will babe.” He pulls you to him so that your back is flush against his chest before opening the door.

Cheers and wolf whistles greet you as you exit. Everyone stares at your swollen lips and messy hair, but mostly Logan’s hands, which hold onto your waist, and pull you down so that you’re sitting on his lap.

#logan sargeant x reader #ls2 x reader #formula one x reader #logan weekend